Harem System In A fantasy World

Of course, Elion didn’t stop there; the relentless pounding stretched through the hours until dawn’s light crept through the curtains. It could be said that Elion drove into Zenith from every angle he could manage.

With her legs hooked over his shoulders, her body pinned beneath him in missionary, her ass raised high in the air while he slammed down from above.

He flipped her onto all fours again, grabbing her wrists to yank her back onto his nine-inch cock with every thrust. Sideways spooning followed, his hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the constant stream of whimpers and broken cries as he bottomed out repeatedly.

Cowgirl came next when she tried to seize control, but he bucked upward hard enough to make her blue breasts bounce wildly.

Reverse cowgirl left her facing away, his palms spreading her ass cheeks wide so he could watch his shaft disappear into her stretched, dripping pussy again and again.

Wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh mixed with her endless moans and his low grunts. Zenith came repeatedly, squirting around his cock, her walls clamping tight before relaxing only to clench again minutes later. Her recovery was instant; each orgasm only seemed to fuel her hunger.

Elion’s muscles burned, sweat pouring down his back, yet he refused to slow down, with the hope that if he pounded her hard and fast enough, she would eventually tire before him.

He continued to slap her ass when he got the chance, he also bit fresh marks into her neck and collarbone, and kneaded her breasts until her nipples stood stiff and bruised. But she still begged for more, even pushing back herself to meet every stroke.

By the time morning came, Elion’s thrusts had grown sloppy. His balls ached, his cock throbbed from overuse, and his breath came in ragged gasps.

He quickly found out that Zenith’s stamina was not to be trifled with; whatever he had to offer, she possessed ten times as much. Trying to beat her at this game was a fool’s errand.

He thrust into her one last time and deposited another huge load, and then he plopped down onto the bed beside her.

He had been fucking her while she lay on her side this time, and she still was, catching her breath while looking toward him with an amused, but satisfied glint in her eyes.

She chuckled lightly as she felt the warmth of the fresh load slowly trickle out of her vagina and down her thighs.

"Is my husband spent already?"

Elion’s brow twitched, but he could only smile wryly. It was truly difficult having a powerful Saint as his woman; satisfying this one was going to be one tough chore, but he wasn’t one to give up.

He just had to prepare himself well the next time. She had just caught him off guard this time.

"Are you trying to get pregnant or something?" he asked, attempting to find another excuse as his hand settled lightly against her slightly swollen pelvis area. "At this rate, we are going to have little ones running around before long."

Zenith laughed softly.

"Unless you used Golden Seed, I certainly will not become pregnant, no matter how many more times you fill me up."

Elion’s brow twitched again. It seemed he had no way out of this one. And that was yet another one of his abilities she somehow knew about.

He really needed to stop trying to pull the wool over this woman’s eyes.

Zenith moved closer and swung one leg over Elion’s lower body before pressing herself sensually against him. One of her breasts rested nicely on his arm.

Elion looked toward her and found her grinning like a lovestruck fool.

"What?" he asked, staring into her enigmatic black-red eyes.

"Nothing."

She giggled softly and pursed her lips, silently asking for another kiss.

Elion obliged.

Their lips met once again, the kiss lingering and playful, with the occasional teasing bites mixed in between. For the remainder of the morning, they stayed naked in bed together, wrapped in each other’s warmth, talking little and exchanging brief kisses whenever the mood struck them.

Eventually, Elion remembered that they still had important matters to discuss.

"Hey, Zenith," he began, his expression growing slightly more serious. "Would it be possible for you to bring someone else with you when you leave this trial, or would that require too many resources?"

Zenith looked toward him and shook her head lightly, "It will not be a problem."

A faint smile appeared on her face, "You want me to bring that princess along, don’t you?"

Elion raised a brow, "How did you know?"

Zenith chuckled.

"I have been watching you this entire time. It was not difficult to tell that the two of you have grown rather close."

She reached out and traced one finger lightly along his chest, "Do not worry. I will bring her with me."

Elion released a relieved sigh.

That was another weight off his chest.

He still needed to check on Isla soon and make sure she was all right. She had been somewhat distant over the past week, though that was understandable.

She was still mourning, after all.

The couple finally got out of bed late in the morning, and after a long bath that ended in yet another feisty rounds of sex where Elion had Zenith pinned to the bathroom wall while he railed her from behind, Elion finally decided it was time to leave his guest bedroom and see what everyone else was up to.

Zenith decided to remain in the room while Elion was away.

There was no longer any need for her to keep herself hidden, and Elion preferred it that way. After everything that had happened, it was reassuring to know that she would still be waiting for him when he returned.

For now, however, he had something else to take care of.

Elion walked through the palace halls at a relaxed pace, quietly wondering how he was supposed to explain everything to Isla.

It was not going to be an easy conversation.

If he were in her position, he certainly would not be able to simply accept being told that the place he had always called home was not truly real, or at least not real in the way he had always believed it to be. How did one even begin explaining that an entire world, with all its kingdoms, cities, people, and history, existed inside some strange trial?

Even he did not fully understand it. But he had to tell her the truth. It would certainly be an interesting conversation, to say the least.

But if he explained himself properly, perhaps she would be able to accept it. This was a world of magic, after all. A world where people could fly through the skies, where monsters roamed the wilderness, where Saints could destroy mountains, and where ancient relics could reshape the fate of an entire world.

Compared to everything else Isla had already witnessed, the idea that her world existed inside a trial might not be completely impossible to believe.

At least, that was what Elion hoped.

His eyes suddenly brightened as a thought occurred to him.

He could check his status and get a basic understanding of his gains from Zenith while making his way to Isla’s quarters.

’Status.’

He called out inwardly and a familiar translucent panel appeared before his eyes.