The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 967: Epilogue 18 - Country Of Elves (3)

I grabbed Artemis’s hips and began thrusting, driving into her with a steady, unforgiving rhythm. My hips slammed against her crotch again and again, an animal cadence that left no space for anything but the collision of our bodies.

"Annnghh, ahh... ah, ah, ahhh...!"

Her moans spilled out breathless and sweet, quivering with every impact as her body rocked in time with mine. Each time I pushed in, her pussy tightened around my cock, those clenches were little shocks that ran up my spine and kept me locked into the motion. The wet, sloppy slaps of skin meeting skin filled the room, a raw soundtrack that swallowed the world outside. The rhythm built and built until it felt like a living thing, an addictive pulse that numbed thought and pulled everything into the blind center of sensation.

"Fufufufu... she looks absolutely adorable...~ I just want to kiss you...~!" Solaris said with a playful grin, then pressed her lips to Artemis’s.

The two of them melted together in a heated, messy kiss. It was very hard and hungry. Their lips collided and slipped, tongues tangling in a frantic, wet ballet. The lewd sounds of their mouths devouring each other were blatant and intimate, and the sight of it made my cock twitch harder still inside Artemis. Watching them kiss like that—moaning into each other, so unabashed, and more so because they are mother and daughter—added friction to the air as well as another layer of heat that made the moment feel obscene and holy at once.

Clarett who was laying beside them was eyes glazed and entranced. Her gaze darted between us like a moth trapped in a candlelight, flickers of jealousy and want playing across her face. When I glanced over properly I saw her crotch glistening and her pussy was leaking, unmistakably wet. The sheets beneath her had already darkened with her juices, a telltale, slick puddle that made the scene somehow more intimate and more obscene.

Clarett was ridiculously erotic in a way that cut straight to something primitive inside me. She was curvy, heavy-breasted, thighs soft and real. She wasn’t the slim, angular type Artemis was—those gentle, lived curves made her feel warm and possible, the kind of body that invited hands and claiming. I liked the way her hips held weight. It made her feel alive under my touch.

"Nghhh, ahhhnghh, ah, ahhh...~ Nmmmchuuu... nnn..., hhnghhh, nnghhh...~"

Artemis’s moans built higher as I fucked her, relentless and deep. Each thrust drove me in so far I could feel the hard rim of her cervix, a sharp, dizzying contact that drew breathless gasps from both of us. Her whole body shuddered under me—shoulders, ribs, the subtle trembling of her calves—every part answering to the motion. Solaris’s mouth never left hers and their tongues slid together in a sticky, greedy dance that made the air taste of sex.

Unable to stay still any longer, Clarett reached between her legs and began touching herself. Her fingers slid, greedy and quick, parting her slick folds and circling the small, sensitive bud of her clit. The sound—skin against skin, fingers tracing through wetness—was loud in the room, ragged and shameless, and it braided itself into the thick smell of sex that saturated everything.

I decided to play with her a little. Without breaking my pace with Artemis I stretched my arm toward Clarett and rested my hand on her thigh. She flinched from the unexpected contact, startled, then slowly spread her legs wider like an offering. I slipped my fingers between her folds and fed them inside, the thickness of my digits a new, broad pressure for her.

"Nghhh, ahhh...!"

Her eyes opened wide, mouth parting as the unfamiliar fullness hit. She must’ve only known her own fingers or other women’s—feeling my larger hand inside her was a different geography. She hadn’t even felt my cock yet, and already her reaction said everything I needed to know.

"Nghhh, ahhhnnnn... ah, ahhh...~"

Artemis finally broke from Solaris’s mouth, both of them panting, faces flushed and glossy with spit. They stared at each other with raw hunger in their eyes—lips still wet—while I kept driving into Artemis without missing a beat.

"Nnghhh, nnn, nnhghh, ahhh, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh, ah, ahhnghhh, ahhh...!"

Her moans climbed into something keening and electric. Her pussy squeezed and gushed, juices slicking the air and the sheets, the sound of our bodies becoming a wet, urgent percussion. She was teetering on the edge—every stroke tightened the coil inside her more.

"Ahh, ahh, ahhh, L-Leon, it feels so good...~ Ahhhnnghh, ah, ahhh, ah, hahhhhhnghhhhh!~~!!!! Ahhh, ah, ahhhh, ah, ah, ahhhh...!"

Her hips bucked unpredictably, losing control as pleasure rolled through her. I grabbed her tighter at the waist and the pressure built inside my own body, a slow, lethal winding that curled down to my cock.

"Nhhghhh, ahhhnghhh, ah, ah...~ C-Cum, Leon...~ Ahhnghh, ahhh...! C-Cummmmm! I-I’m going to cum toooooooooooooo!!!"

Desperation and bliss filled her voice with the expression on her face softened into something debauched and beautiful—half-lidded eyes, slack mouth, hands clinging like anchors. The sight of her so undone pushed me further.

"Nnn... Seeing Artemis’s cumming face like this makes me want to cum too...~" Solaris said, breathlessly.

I gritted my teeth and shoved harder, my pelvis pistoning into Artemis as my other hand pumped into Clarett’s dripping pussy. The friction of two places at once—one hand and my cock—made every nerve in me light up.

"Fuuu, nhghhh, nnn...~ Hnghhh, annnghhh, haaa...~"

Clarett’s body convulsed. Her legs tightened around my wrist; her eyes fluttered with an almost frantic hunger. The motion made her whole form tremble like a stringed instrument struck too hard.

"Nnnghhh, nghhh, c-cumming...~"

Her moan fractured into a small, broken sound as she clutched my hand and arched her back so her pelvis lifted like a bow being strung.

"Hgnhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Her orgasm slammed into her and it was fierce and abrupt. Her pussy clenched down around my fingers, hot and muscular, and warm fluids flooded my palm. I withdrew my hand, slick and sticky, then went straight back to gripping Artemis by the waist and driving into her with even more force.