CHAPTER 199: YOU TWO NOW

Eren, with a swift, fluid motion, rolled Lyralei over, positioning her on her hands and knees. Her beautiful, curved bottom was presented invitingly towards him, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a mixture of desire and anticipation. He looked at her, her pussy glistening and begging for his attention.

Eren knelt behind her, his own body thrumming with a renewed and powerful hunger. He reached out, his hand gently cupping one of her full, rounded breasts, the other dropping to her hip to steady her. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Ready, Lyralei?" he whispered, his voice a low growl.

"More than ready, Veilwalker," she breathed, her hips swaying slightly in silent invitation.

With a deep, guttural moan, Eren pushed forward, burying himself deep inside her.

"AHHH!" Lyralei cried out, her voice a sharp gasp of pleasure as he filled her completely. She was incredibly tight, her muscles clenching around him, milking his dick with an exquisite intensity. Her hips instinctively pushed back, urging him to take more.

He began to move, slowly at first, a deep, rhythmic thrust that filled her completely. He pulled back, almost entirely, then plunged forward again, a slow, deliberate motion that made her moan. He moved with increasing power, his hips slamming into hers with a steady, relentless rhythm.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion: the wet slap of his hips against her bottom, the wet schlick of his dick sliding in and out, and Lyralei’s continuous stream of desperate pleasure. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, a rhythmic accompaniment to their dance.

"Mmm... ohh... yes," she breathed, her voice a low hum against his ear. Her hips bucked and writhed beneath him, her legs shifting, pulling him in even closer, urging him on. Her hands, gripping the bed, tensed and relaxed with each powerful thrust.

As he pounded into Lyralei, Eren’s free hand, which had been cupping her breast, moved up to her mouth. He took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gently pinching and rolling the peak, eliciting a soft moan from her. He then took her other breast, kneading it gently, squeezing the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking her nipple.

"Ohh... Eren... don’t stop... please," she pleaded, her voice tearing with raw desire.

Eren answered her pleas, driving into her with furious, unrelenting power. His hips slammed into hers, a hard, grinding motion that made her scream his name. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him deeper with every rapid, powerful thrust. Her wetness poured from her, drenching his dick and thighs, making every stroke slick and incredibly intense. He lowered his head, pressing his face into the side of her neck, inhaling her scent, tasting the salty sweat on her skin, while his dick continued its relentless assault.

Meanwhile, Sylvara, now fully recovered and observing from the other side of the bed, crawled over. Her eyes, dark with a hunger that had not yet been sated, were fixed on Eren and Lyralei. She moved closer, her lips finding Lyralei’s full, rounded breast. She began to suckle, her mouth a warm, wet heaven, pulling gently, then harder, drawing a sharp gasp from her sister.

"Ohh! Sylvara!" Lyralei cried out, her moans escalating as the combination of Eren’s deep penetration and her sister’s stimulating touch pushed her further. She began to pump faster, her hips moving with more urgency, bouncing lightly on his dick, her breasts swaying with each powerful thrust.

Eren was completely lost in the sensation, his dick pounding into Lyralei, his hand working her breast, and her sister’s mouth doing the same. He gripped Lyralei’s hips, pushing up into her, matching her frantic rhythm, driving deeper with each pump. He felt her inner walls milking him, pulling him in, urging him on. He could feel the desperate urgency in her movements, the way she clung to him, seeking more.

He pounded into her, faster and harder, his hips slamming into hers with rhythmic force. The room was a symphony of their pleasure: the thump of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of Sylvara’s mouth, and the desperate cries of Lyralei. He felt the tension building, 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 continued to pound into her, driving home the last of his seed, his body a relentless piston of flesh against flesh. He felt her body go limp beneath him, trembling with the last echoes of her pleasure. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound of pure satisfaction, as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat.

After a long moment, Eren slowly lifted himself off Lyralei. He looked down at her, her eyes heavy-lidded, a deep, blissful satisfaction painted across her face. He then moved, grabbing her, and with a swift, powerful motion, he flipped her onto her back. Her legs were still wrapped around him, her pussy slick and swollen. He looked at her, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he pulled out.

Lyralei gasped, her body tensing, her eyes widening in surprise and a hint of disappointment. But before she could speak, Eren leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Not done yet, my beautiful elf," he whispered, his voice a low growl.

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied the last of his seed onto her face, a warm, thick coating of his pleasure. Lyralei’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took in the warmth of his come. She lay there, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Eren, panting and spent, slowly pulled away. He looked at Sylvara, who had been watching with a hungry gaze, her eyes gleaming with unreleased desire. She was on her knees, her body humming with a quiet anticipation. She reached out, her hand finding Eren’s still-hard dick, and gently, teasingly, guided its head to her waiting entrance. She was ready to ride him again.

Eren, panting and spent, slowly pulled away from Lyralei. He looked at Sylvara, who had been watching with a hungry gaze, her eyes gleaming with unreleased desire. She was on her knees, her body humming with a quiet anticipation. She reached out, her hand finding Eren’s still-hard dick, and gently, teasingly, guided its head to her waiting entrance. She was ready to ride him again.

Sylvara’s hand, slick with her own juices, guided the head of Eren’s hardening dick to her waiting pussy. 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 off him and stood up. He walked to the edge of the bed and lay down, his body slick with sweat. He looked at Lyralei, who was watching them with a knowing smile, her eyes still bright with desire. He then looked at Sylvara, who was also watching him.

"Come," he commanded, his voice a low growl, his eyes fixed on their beautiful, expectant faces. "Both of you. Now."