Chapter 611: Life is good *

The wetness between all three of them made each motion obscenely audible.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

"Ahhhh! Yes, Elion!" Jaeneva whimpered breathily. "Nnnghhh!"

An electrifying shock suddenly rushed through her pussy, and into the rest of her body as Elion mixed in a flicker of sinful touch into his dick.

And then, just as she thought she was about to reach her peak, a sudden sense of loss hit her.

Elion had pulled away, his dick slipping out of her wet cave with a wet schlop. He guided the head of his cock toward Ophelia’s asshole instead.

His shaft was already slick with enough wetness that he did not need any further preparation, so he simply pressed forward, pushing past the tight outer ring with surprising ease before sinking into the softer, yielding heat inside.

"Nnnnghh!" Ophelia’s eyes fluttered at once as he filled her ass with his thick length. "Oooohhh... so deep!"

He began to plunder her hole at the same pace he had been using with Jaeneva, and all the while Ophelia could only gasp and moan around the sensation, feeling the deep fullness in her ass as Elion steadily sheathed and unsheathed his shaft using her hole.

The rhythm left her trembling, caught between the shock of the intrusion and the hot pleasure that kept building with each measured thrust, until suddenly she felt the same abrupt sense of loss Jaeneva had felt just moments earlier.

Elion had already pulled away.

Without wasting even a second, he pushed back into Jaeneva’s waiting pussy, a pleased smile spreading across his face as he sank into her once more.

’It truly cannot get much better than this,’ he thought to himself as he resumed plowing into her cunt.

Ophelia and Jaeneva were not as loud as Miranda and Veyra, though that was hardly surprising, considering he was not treating them quite as roughly.

Even so, the other four succubi watched with growing impatience as Elion pleasured their two sisters.

He switched between them again and again, and it almost seemed as though he was edging them deliberately, withdrawing from one and turning to the other just as they appeared to be on the verge of climax.

Still, there had to be a limit to how long he could keep that up.

Eventually, he gave Jaeneva the release she had been waiting for; it seemed he had been intending to time her orgasms with his, filling her pussy with his seed as she came until it overflowed and spilled back out.

Miranda, for her part, had long since noticed the strange golden hue of Elion’s semen as it flowed out of her.

It seemed to shimmer faintly, though she did not dwell on it too much.

He was their goddess’ champion, after all; it only made sense that even his essence would seem like some rare treasure.

Curiosity had gotten the better of her earlier.

She had scooped out a little with her fingers and tasted it, only to discover that it was not merely incredibly sweet, but genuinely delectable.

From that moment on, she had already made up her mind about the next service she would offer Elion. She was going to give him the finest blowjob of his life.

Lucky for her, and for the others, Elion wasted no time repeating the sequence of fucking them.

This time, he used whichever position each woman preferred, and before long the hours began to blur together.

The six succubi had fully expected him to tire sooner rather than later.

Experienced as most of them were, they knew perfectly well that most men would only last a few rounds before going limp, apart from a unique few individuals, or unless they used those popular vigorous herbal methods to stay hard.

Even Ophelia and Esme had assumed it would not take long before fatigue caught up with him.

Yes, he had grown stronger since the last time, and yes, he had defeated them in bed more than once, but that had only been the two of them. Now he was dealing with seven women.

Perhaps Zenith alone truly believed Elion could manage them all, provided he made full use of every advantage at his disposal, and that, of course, he did.

Sinful Touch appeared to have no cooldown at all, so he used it as freely as he pleased.

By the fourth sequence of rounds, the succubi were beginning to suspect that something odd was happening.

Elion was still going strong, and even after filling them again and again, not once had his cock gone limp.

"When do you think he will finally tire?" Veyra asked Nadia as the two naked beauties sat side by side, watching Elion’s shaft disappear into Esme’s pussy in a prone bone position.

"Soon, hopefully," Nadia answered, though there was a note of doubt in her voice.

She was the only one whose womb had not been filled with Elion’s golden seed, since she had no desire to have children just yet.

Even so, she was fully aware of the duty they all shared in rebuilding their race. That much had already been discussed among them.

If she did not wish to bear that burden herself, her sisters were more than willing to carry it in her place, and she would contribute in whatever other ways she could.

Still, the true extent of what sort of beast Elion was soon became clear to all of them.

It was not until all six succubi were lying down across the filthy cabin floor, thoroughly used and utterly exhausted, that he finally came to a stop, a dangerous little grin still resting on his face.

"Ahhhh... I have not been this satisfied in a while." Elion said, as he stretched his limbs and hips lightly.

And the terrifying part was that he did not even sound tired.

If anything, it seemed as though he had simply worked a great deal of pent-up desire out of his system. Rather than looking drained, he looked quite refreshed.

"Monster," Miranda whispered.

Yet the satisfied smile on her lips said more than enough.

A moment later, she passed out as well, joining the rest of her sisters in dreamland. She had been the last one still standing, after all.

Zenith chuckled softly as she walked over to Elion and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pressing her breasts against his broad back.

"Nicely done, lord husband," she mused.

Elion turned to face her, holding her waist with both hands while pressing his standing rod to her naked stomach.

Just like Nadia, Zenith hadn’t taken Elion’s gold seed into her womb, but she had taken plenty of his normal milky white semen, which was now leaking out of her demonic blue cunt, and running down her thighs, staining her smooth legs.

Of course, she had already purged the white essence of any life, even though Elion had suggested that his system could also prevent any accidental pregnancies.

"Don’t want to keep going?" Elion asked, looking into Zenith’s beautiful eyes.

She rose onto the tips of her toes and kissed him lightly before shaking her head.

"I am more than satisfied. Of course, if you wish to keep ravaging me, I would be more than happy to oblige. But I am not nearly as lustful as the succubi. Though I am not very tired, my desire was already quite satisfied after the first round."

Elion nodded.

"Well then, I guess it’s fine..." He looked around for a moment. "I suppose we should clean up."

"No need," Zenith said at once.

The sitting area was an absolute mess. Not dirty in the ordinary sense, but thoroughly covered in the aftermath of their excessive sexual activities.

Fluids stained what had once been a pristine lounging space.

Most noticeable of all were the many streaks and splashes of Elion’s golden-colored semen across the carpeted floor and soft white cushions, along with smaller puddles already beginning to soak into the upholstery and dry.

With a simple snap of Zenith’s fingers, the entire area gave off a faint shimmer. In an instant, the mess was gone.

"Impressive as always," Elion remarked, giving Zenith’s firm ass a playful squeeze.

After that, she moved the succubi into the bedrooms with effortless ease, settling three of them into one bed, doing the same for the other three.

And then the two of them got dressed and decided to check on Isla.

Finding her was not difficult at all.

As expected, she was in the workshop, though it did not look as though she had been working for some time.

In fact, she had dozed off at one of the many tables, her head resting on her folded arms.

Elion watched her with a faint smile before reaching out and gently brushing a stray strand of golden hair away from her face.

"She’s fast asleep."

Her breathing was slow and steady, and her expression looked unusually peaceful.

Elion spent a few moments simply watching her before deciding that she would be far more comfortable in an actual bed.

He didn’t know how long she had been sleeping, but it probably hadn’t been too long, considering she didn’t so much as stir when he carefully picked her up into a princess carry.

She did squirm a bit, making herself more comfortable in his embrace. He carried her to the master bedroom and gently tucked her in beneath the covers.

After giving it a thought, Elion decided to slip into bed beside her.

Zenith, who had been quietly ghosting them from a short distance, naturally decided to join as well, even though she had absolutely no need for sleep.

She made herself comfortable beside him, her expression looking quite pleased.

From the corner of his eye, Elion watched the point balance on the system window he had just summoned out of curiosity.

[System points: 2,876,000]

’Ahhhh... Life is good.’

And so, with two beauties resting beside him, one on the left side, the other on the right, both heads resting on his chest, and his hands holding onto them, Elion allowed his eyes to close.

It didn’t take long before he slowly drifted off to sleep.