CHAPTER 198: RECKLESS RIDING

Eren pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. Then, with a quick, powerful shift, he pulled out of Sylvara and slammed himself back into Lyralei, completing the cycle.

The rhythm of their lovemaking became a dizzying, frantic exchange. Eren moved between the two women with a blur of motion, his body a conduit for their pleasure. His dick, thick and hard, was in one, then the other, the wet schlick of his withdrawal immediately followed by the wet thump of his entry. Lyralei and Sylvara were a mirror image, their bodies braced against the cool stone wall, their hips bucking and writhing, their moans a wild, untamed chorus.

He was a man possessed, his senses overwhelmed by the dual sensations. He would pound into Lyralei, his dick driving deep inside her, his mouth sucking at her breast, his hand reaching out to Sylvara’s eager pussy. He would tease, then thrust, his fingers working her clit with a maddening precision that made her writhe against the wall. He would then shift, plunging his dick into Sylvara, his hand now moving to Lyralei’s breast, cupping its fullness, his thumb tracing the sensitive nipple.

The sounds in the chamber were a wild chorus of raw desire and intense pleasure: the wet schlick of his dick, the soft squish of his fingers, the rhythmic thud of bodies against the wall, and the uninhibited screams and moans of the two elven women.

Eren spent long moments like this, pushing both women to their limits, ensuring their pleasure was as intense as his own. He would pound into Lyralei, watching her face twist with ecstasy, then shift his focus to Sylvara, driving his fingers deeper, making her cry out with desperate longing. He felt the tension building in both of them, a palpable energy that fueled his own. The soft glow of the crystals on the wall seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm.

He felt Lyralei’s body convulse, felt the powerful contractions around his dick, signaling her approaching climax. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Lyralei shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.

He pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. Then, with a quick, powerful shift, he pulled out of Sylvara and slammed himself back into Lyralei, completing the cycle. The air was thick with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. The soft glow of the crystals on the wall seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm.

He spent long moments like this, pushing both women to their limits, ensuring their pleasure was as intense as his own. He would pound into Lyralei, watching her face twist with ecstasy, then shift his focus to Sylvara, driving his fingers deeper, making her cry out with desperate longing. He felt the tension building in both of them, a palpable energy that fueled his own.

He felt Lyralei’s body convulse, felt the powerful contractions around his dick, signaling her approaching climax. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Lyralei shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.

He pulled his dick out of Lyralei, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it back into Sylvara, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips. He then spent long moments pounding into Sylvara, his hands gripping her hips, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh.

"Ohh... Eren... yes! Harder! Faster!" she shrieked, her voice tearing as he drove into her, her body slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him in, urging him on. He felt the desperate urgency in her movements, the way she clung to him, seeking more.

He felt Sylvara’s body convulse, felt the powerful contractions around his dick, signaling her approaching climax. He drove into her, harder and faster, pushing her towards the edge. Her entire body shook uncontrollably, every muscle taut, every nerve screaming with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced wildly, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"I’m... I’m going to... AHHHHH! OH GOD!" Sylvara shrieked, her voice tearing as her body seized around his dick. He emptied himself deep inside her, shaking with his own powerful release as her body spasmed violently, her entire frame trembling from the sheer force of her release.

He pulled his dick out of Sylvara, slick and wet, the sound of their separation a loud schlick. He then turned, his dick still throbbing and wet, and plunged it back into Lyralei, burying himself deep inside her, a new cry erupting from her lips.

After what felt like an eternity, Eren, panting and spent, finally slowed. He leaned against the cool stone wall, his body slick with sweat, his breathing ragged. The two women, Lyralei and Sylvara, were a tangle of limbs on the floor, their bodies trembling with the last echoes of their pleasure. They were utterly spent, truly satisfied.

Eren slowly walked back to the bed, his dick, now soft but still heavy, resting against his thigh. He lay down on his back, the cool silk a welcome relief against his hot skin. He closed his eyes, his body humming with a deep, profound satisfaction.

He heard a rustle, and then felt a soft weight on his chest. He opened his eyes to see Sylvara, her hair a wild mess, her eyes dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated. She was straddling him, her beautiful, curved bottom hovering over his now-soft dick, which was already beginning to stir.

She looked down at him, a slow, sensual smile spreading across her lips. Her hand reached down, cupping his dick, and she gently, teasingly, guided its head to her waiting pussy. She was ready to ride him again, her hips already beginning a slow, deliberate grind.

Sylvara’s hand, slick with her own juices, guided the head of Eren’s hardening dick to her waiting entrance. Her eyes locked with his, a silent promise of the storm to come. Then, with a guttural moan that vibrated through her body, she lowered herself onto him.

"AHHH!" she screamed, the sound echoing in the chamber as she took him deep, the tight embrace of her pussy instantly igniting a fresh wave of desire within him. She didn’t hesitate. The moment she was seated, she began to ride, her hips moving with a frantic, almost desperate energy.

Up and down she bounced, her dark hair flying around her face like a wild tempest. Her breasts, still flushed and sensitive, swayed with each rapid movement, their tips brushing against his chest, teasing him, driving him wild. Her moans were no longer soft and sensual; they were sharp cries of pure, unadulterated pleasure, each one punctuated by the wet slap of her flesh against his.

"YES! YES! OH GOD! EREN!" she screamed, her voice raw and ragged, her body completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. She rode him like a woman possessed, her muscles clenching and releasing around his dick, milking him with each frantic descent. She leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she used him as leverage, driving herself down harder and faster.

Eren gripped her hips, his own body instinctively rising to meet her every thrust. The speed and intensity of her riding were breathtaking. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the frantic beating of her heart against his chest. Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears, fueling his own rising excitement.

"AH! AHH! FASTER! PLEASE! FASTER!" she begged, her voice a desperate plea, her head thrown back, her neck arching. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, each exhale a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.

The bed rocked violently beneath them, the rhythmic thump-thump-thump echoing in the chamber, a primal beat accompanying their frantic dance. Sylvara’s movements were a blur, her body a whirlwind of passion as she rode him with relentless abandon. She seemed determined to extract every last drop of pleasure, pushing herself, and him, to the absolute limit.

Eren could feel his own climax building rapidly, the pressure mounting in his groin with each powerful thrust. He gripped her hips tighter, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh, trying to maintain control, to prolong the exquisite torture. But Sylvara’s frantic riding was too much, too intense, pulling him inexorably towards the edge.

"SYLVARA! OHH!" he roared, his own voice raw with approaching release.

Just as his body began to convulse, Sylvara threw her head back and let out a piercing scream, her own climax hitting her with full force. Her body seized around his dick, her muscles clenching in a series of intense spasms. He felt her wetness flooding him, hot and thick, as she emptied herself onto him.

He held her tight, their bodies shaking violently as they rode out the waves of their simultaneous release. Her screams mingled with his guttural groans, a symphony of pure, unadulterated ecstasy filling the chamber.

Finally, the tremors subsided. Sylvara collapsed onto his chest, her body limp, her breathing ragged. Eren held her close, stroking her sweat-dampened hair, his own body still humming with the aftershocks of their intense lovemaking.

After a few moments, Eren gently rolled Sylvara to her side. He looked over at Lyralei, who was watching them with a knowing smile, her eyes still bright with desire. Without a word, Eren shifted, moving to Lyralei’s side of the bed. He reached out, gently taking her hand, and then, with a swift, fluid motion, he rolled her over, positioning her on her hands and knees, her beautiful ass presented invitingly towards him.