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[Lyzänder: ToaHM] Chapter 1.1 Moonlight Romp
🕑 Added 2023-02-02 11:40:50 +0000 UTCLyzander drank in the sight of their naked figures, urgently shifting his gaze over every inch of their enticing bodies. His eyes paused for a long moment on each pair of supple breasts and intoxicating curves. He cursed the laces of his trousers while fumbling to get them undone too quickly. The girls were completely lapping up his attention, twisting to put their slender waists on better display, eagerly staring at his crotch waiting for the reveal.
Daeliel is the more voluptuous of the pair, as expected. It’s different being able to see it for myself though. I can’t believe they both just dropped their dresses without any hesitation! Have they done this before or have they been waiting for their first time just as eagerly as I have?
“Fuck,” Lyzander muttered, accidentally making a tighter knot of his laces. He dropped the ties in frustration, trying to slow down and contain his excitement.
“Let me handle that, lover boy. It’s fitting I be the one do it as your second-wife, it’s my role to take care of the needs of the family,” Merelith teased as she stepped forward to kneel on the hard cobbles at his feet. The girls suppressed a fit of giggles as Merelith began to undo his pants.
“Mmm, in that case, I better fulfil my duties as the first-wife,” Daeliel breathed stepping behind him and resting her hands on his shoulders, causing him to inadvertently tense. “Relax. Let mama take care of you.”
Daeliel began to knead while staring over his shoulders to see Merelith’s actions, a sly smile on her face as she pressed her perky breasts harder against him. Merelith exclaimed in joy as his elated manhood burst free of their restrictive prison. Lyzander furtively glanced around to town the town square, no one was around to observe their actions.
Before he could react, Daeliel took hold of his rock-hard cock in a too-tight grip. She began to slowly stroke it, and Lyzander could see her enamoured expression from the corner of his eye. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes to savour the experience. He felt something happening below and peeked open an eyelid.
Merelith had taken his raging hard-on from Daeliel’s grasp and was having a turn playing with it. Her expression was equally engaged as she stared at the cock hovering in front of her with wide-eyed wonder.
“It’s so much bigger than I expected. Who gets it first?” Merelith asked Daeliel, not taking her eyes away and eagerly wetting her lips.
“Of course I do, I’m the first-wife!” Daeliel exclaimed, her voice echoing through the empty square.
She was completely unfazed by potentially being discovered as she dropped to her knees and shoved Merelith aside, once again taking hold of his bewitching cock.
“No, that’s not how it works!” Merelith loudly objected, shoving her back and tackling her to the ground.
The pair’s breasts jiggled and put their enticing asses on full display as they tussled on the hard stone road. Lyzander interjected himself between them and pried the unruly pair apart. They remained seated with their hands behind them and their news pointed up as they silently glared at each other. Merelith smirked at her rival and slowly spread her knees apart, allowing Lyzander to see her glistening peach under the moonlight.
“Hey!” Daeliel exclaimed, scowling at Merelith as she lunged forward and pushed her knees closed and held up a fist between them.
Merelith moodily pouted in defeat before sitting upright and presenting her own fist. The pair slapped the fist down into an open palm three times and their fingers flew open in a game of paper, scissors, rock. Merelith chose scissors and Daeliel picked paper.
“Yes!” Merelith shouted in victory and threw her hands up as she launched to her feet, getting her way to be first as the second-wife.
She noticed Lyzander staring at her bouncing tits and slowly turned toward him, licking her lips with a predatory expression. She hesitated as a thought seemed to cross her mind and turned back to Daeliel, grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Daeliel seemed to understand her intentions, reaching up to grasp her well-rounded ass in both hands and pulling her hips close. Merelith’s belly trembled as she gasped in pleasure at Daeliel’s tongue exploring her swollen peach, her emerald eyes drooping half-closed. Suction sounds could be heard from Daeliel as she cupped her lips over her clit and started to suck. Within moments Merelith’s body convulsed with waves of climax.
Wow, I am fairly certain they’ve done this together before…
Lyzander watched their exhibitionist show on the cobbled street, completely enraptured, thoughts of joining in completely lost. Seeing his bemusement, Merelith took matters into her own hands once her body settled. She pressed her body in close and draped an inviting arm around his neck and leaned back. Lyzander lowered them both slowly to the ground as Daeliel crawled over to join them.
She reached between them to grasp his cock, guiding it into Merelith’s pulsating peach. He lasted mere moments before his seed deep inside her eager womanhood, the glowing tattoo on his right wrist fading to dark glyphs. His face turned red in embarrassment as he recoiled away and watched his semen slowly leak from between her legs. Contrary to his expectations, Merelith didn’t appear to be disappointed. Instead, she looked at Daeliel with a victorious expression.
Lyzander coyly looked over to Daeliel to gauge her reaction, she ignored him to pout at Merelith. She lay back with a smug look on her face as she put her exquisite body on full display, awakening a bestial desire inside Lyzander, and bringing his tired cock springing back to life. Daeliel immediately perked up and threw herself facedown atop her sister-wife.
Daeliel glanced back over her shoulder while biting her lower lip and wiggled her enticing ass, pushing it back invitingly. Her body was arched forward with her breasts smothering Merelith underneath her. Merelith twisted her neck free, taking in a deep breath. She scowled for only a moment before glancing beyond Lyzander and a smirk formed across her face.
Lyzander looked behind him and discovered a crowd had gathered and felt himself going limp with stage fright. Unexpectedly, they were being held at bay by Daeliel’s brother, Gryanth’s, impressive back standing between them. He was silently glowering at the crowd while acting for all the world as if what was occurring behind him didn’t exist.
“No, you ain’t done yet husband,” Merelith coaxed him, enticingly taking Daeliel’s full lips between her lips.
His diminishing erection once again sprang back to full attention, his heart rate increasing with adrenaline. His breathing became ragged as he continuously glanced over his shoulder and began to tremble with nervousness. Merelith reached up and held his chin fixated on her as she began to theatrically dance her tongue over Daeliel’s aroused nipple.
Daeliel moaned in synch with the clouds blocking the moonlight parting, putting her full breasts on display for all to see. Cheers erupted from the crowd but were quickly silenced by the sound of fists on flesh. Lyzander ignored them as the sedative effects of his Fae Fire from earlier dissipated.
Illusurory geometric patterns appeared in his vision, tracing the movement of Merelith’s tongue before they happened. All performance anxiety dispersed to be replaced with the confidence of a man that understood exactly how to pleasure his lover. His fingers lightly slid over the flawless porcelain skin of his first-wife, coming to rest exactly in the crook of her hips that she wanted him to grab her.
He could see that through the subtle signals being transmitted in the involuntary twitching of her muscles under his touch. Merelith took the cue and awkwardly reached up between Daeliels spread thighs to grasp his engorged cock, unnecessarily guiding it into her quivering peach. Indescribable feelings engulfed his cock as he felt Daeliel’s womanhood clinging to every inch of his shaft with vivid awareness.
He responded to each individual pulse of Daeliels desire, expertly directing her to climax. An earth-shattering cry of ecstasy echoed through the moonlit town square. Overwhelming cheers and wolf whistles from the gathered crowd immediately resounded in support, encouraging Lyzander to ejaculate in response, filling Daeliel with his seed. He collapsed forward completely spent as the tattoo on his left wrist dimmed to match the other.
