Chapter 738: A sight he would never forget *

They walked into the empty miniature house, its interior divided into three rooms.

Elion closed off the entrance and slipped his arms around Mira’s and Tessa’s waists, pulling their warm bodies close, while Isolde sat on a raised platform, repeatedly looking toward them from the corner of her eye.

"You know," Mira began, "some of those second-year guys were giving us trouble a while back."

Elion looked at her. "What sort of trouble?"

"Trying to hit on us." She smiled shamelessly as Tessa clicked her tongue beside her. "All three of us, actually. We had to shut them down before they finally left us alone."

His eyes grew cold.

"They weren’t particularly pushy afterward," Mira added. "Once we made our stance clear, they stopped trying."

"Is that so?" Elion said. "Then perhaps I should rethink selling anything to them."

He would easily find other buyers. If those guys had been entertaining designs on his women, they could look elsewhere for their advancement resources.

He would at least spare their lives. Lately, he has not taken kindly to people who entertain such thoughts about his women, but he wouldn’t shed blood needlessly either.

Elion doubted they would entertain such thoughts again after they had seen what he had done with William.

He had already thanked Rina for helping Isolde, but that didn’t mean he owed her companions anything.

Putting that matter aside, however, a naughty smile returned to his face. He retrieved their bedding from storage and arranged it on the broad stone bed before pushing Mira and Tessa toward it.

The pair fell onto it with a little bounce, the motion dragging Mira’s skirt up her thighs.

"Now, where were we?"

"You were being jealous," Tessa replied, though she laughed when he grabbed a handful of her perky breasts, kneading them in his hand through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Possessive," he corrected shamelessly. "There’s a difference."

"I’m sure there is," Mira said, reaching for his hand.

"Seeing as you’ve both broken through, your bodies must be brimming with newfound stamina," he remarked, looking between them with an expectant grin.

Tessa’s cheeks flushed. "Of course, not even going to congratulate us for our advancement. That’s all you’re interested in?"

"Among other things."

Taking that as her cue, Isolde rose from the platform and slipped into the adjoining room, her cheeks warm as she pulled the blanket from her storage. Behind her, Mira laughed at something Elion said, and Tessa followed with an indignant reply.

Elion waited until Isolde was comfortably inside before drawing the stone partition closed, making sure the sound would stay within their room this time.

Clothes were quickly discarded, and loud, incessant moans and whimpers escaped the two sister wives as Elion explored their bodies with his mighty dragon.

"Ahh! Ngggh~" He pounded them to oblivion in every position imaginable, filling up their mouths, pussies, and even their asses with his milky white seed to the point of overflowing.

When he was done, he pulled his rod out of Mira’s beautiful, gaping pussy with a wet squelch, giving the shaft a little vertical shake while holding it at the base, before landing a crackling slap on her abused ass.

Pah!

The reddened flesh jiggled and rippled like disturbed water.

"Ahh," she moaned deeply before collapsing onto the bed on her stomach with a tired but contented sigh, her legs spread wide, feeling like jelly.

A gentle trickle of Elion’s thick semen oozed out of her swollen lips and pink petals onto the bed, forming a small, creamy puddle. He watched it with a perverted smile.

Tessa was in a similar state, lying tiredly beside Mira. Her dark skin glistened beautifully with sweat, while her flaming red hair was streaked with multiple strands of his milky seed.

Unfortunately, Tessa had passed out two rounds ago, so he couldn’t play with her anymore, even though Elion Junior was still raring to go.

Mira took deep, heaving breaths for a long while until she had somewhat recovered. When she shakily rose to sit on the edge of the bed, she found Elion sitting beside her, arms braced behind him, watching her with a soft smile.

"I’m sorry," she said in a hoarse voice. "I can’t seem to go on."

She could hardly lift her body, feeling sore all over. He had really pushed the two of them over the edge this time, mostly because they kept asking for it harder and faster.

Elion stroked her cheek gently before placing a light kiss on her lips, then her forehead. "You’ve done plenty. You can rest now."

"Un," she nodded, but before settling down, she got up, leaving the rest unsaid as she wrapped a hand around his shaft.

She slid off the bed onto her knees between his legs as semen continued to leak from her entrance, forming a small puddle on the ground beneath her.

Mira opened her small mouth and took his shaft inside, giving it a few deep sucks as Elion guided her head with one hand.

He watched her with a smile as she cleaned his shaft from base to tip, occasionally pulling it out to lick it clean before sucking again.

Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.

The wet, obscene sounds echoed softly in the room.

"Quite the diligent wife, aren’t you?" he praised her as she continued her work.

After cleaning the entire length, she looked up at him with a proud smile, gave the tip a kiss, then lowered her lips further.

Holding his sacs in her hand, she cleaned them one by one, taking the left into her mouth, sucking and licking, sending bolts of lightning through Elion’s body.

Once done, she moved to the right, cleaning it with the same energy before releasing it with a soft pop. His dick and balls were now squeaky clean.

"Good job," Elion said, smiling as he gave Mira a small pat on the head. She wiggled her seductive hips happily as she felt the weight of his hand on her head.

"Thank you," she murmured with a happy giggle.

Elion picked her up and helped her back onto the bed. Ignoring her weak complaints, he took out a small cloth and spread her soft thighs apart.

With the same kindness she had shown him, he began to clean her messy cunt, gently dabbing her swollen outer lips before scooping out the semen within her folds until she was somewhat clean, though not entirely.

He could have done a better job with magic, but that would take all the fun and affection out of it. So he did this instead, even though it was not as efficient.

Once finished with Mira, he moved to Tessa and repeated the process. She moaned and whimpered softly through the process, but otherwise didn’t wake.

Once he was done, he threw a blanket over both of them and wished them a good night’s sleep. Mira fell asleep almost instantly, leaving him alone.

Looking down at his naked body, he smiled wryly when he noticed Elion Junior looking up at him with his one hollow eye(slit), giving a little twitch as if to say, We’re going to spend the rest of the night blue-balled?

He had ejaculated multiple times, but unfortunately, that was never enough to make him go limp.

With a sigh, he ignored the persistent erection and slipped his clothing back on.

He looked at the sleeping pair one last time, a soft smile touching his lips, before deciding to check on Isolde and make sure she was comfortable.

He moved silently, his footsteps soundless on the cool stone floor, careful not to wake anyone.

What he found, however, was something he would never have expected.

As he quietly opened a hole in the wall and walked in, the sight that greeted him in the dim light of her secluded corner of the chamber stole his breath.

Isolde was wide awake. Not only that, she sat on the platform he had raised as a bed, leaning back against the wall with her legs bent at the knees, both spread apart and completely ajar.

Her dress was gathered around her hips, bunched up to expose the slender, pale expanse of her thighs.

One hand was at her mouth, two fingers sliding between her plump lips as she sucked on them slowly, a raspy moan occasionally escaping her.

The other hand was pressed between her legs, moving in slow circles over the thin fabric of her panties, which were visibly damp in the center.

Her eyes were closed, and her head was tilted back slightly, a faint flush coloring her cheeks. She was utterly lost in the private session, her breathing shallow and quick.

To put it simply, it was a sight Elion knew he would never forget.

The shock lasted only a moment before a deeply amused smile spread across his face. Before he could even consider announcing himself, her eyes snapped open.

They met his own gaze and widened in horrified recognition as she jolted off the platform.

In a frantic, clumsy scramble, she yanked her legs together, shoved her dress down, and leaped to her feet, smoothing the fabric with trembling hands.

"E-Elion!" she gasped

The blush that had been a subtle glow moments ago now burned scarlet across her face and neck. She couldn’t meet his eyes, and her gaze darted anywhere but at him. Her fingers knotted anxiously in the hem of her dress.