Chapter 607: Nadia’s flower *

Jaeneva twisted just enough to glance at him with a bright, triumphant smile.

"We decided to make things more interesting," she said. "You get to choose who you want to enjoy first, and after that..." Her voice softened into a teasing lilt as she gave her hips a tiny, inviting sway that made her bulbous ass cheeks bounce and jiggle enticingly. "You can move between us however you pleaaaaaase."

She stretched the last word into a needy little whine, then bit her lip and moaned as if annoyed at herself for letting her eagerness show so openly.

Veyra, naturally, was in even worse shape.

She wiggled her hips with absolutely no restraint, as though she physically could not remain still another moment if her life depended on it.

"Well?" she demanded, sounding half breathless already. "Don’t just stand there admiring us forever."

Elion gulped.

"Ladies," he said, "you truly do know how to indulge a man’s fantasies."

That earned him another wave of pleased laughter, though several of them also shivered visibly at the sound of his rough tone.

He took a slow step forward, then another, letting his gaze travel over them one by one.

"What a predicament I have found myself in," he mused. "A man could spend all night deciding and still feel he had made the choice too hastily."

He kept looking between them as he quietly deliberated. The slow manner in which he did so, though, was obviously intentional.

It was almost cruel, perhaps, but they had set the rules of this little game themselves, and if they wanted suspense, then suspense they would have.

After a few moments, he made his choice.

His eyes focused on Nadia’s naked figure.

The pale, white-haired beauty stood out even among such glorious company, not because she was trying hardest to catch his eye, but because she wasn’t.

There was something about that dignified stillness of hers, the composed line of her back, and the faint flush on her juicy ass cheeks that sat in such lovely contrast with the apparent calm she tried to maintain.

Even now, with her body offered up like the rest, she somehow retained an air of poise that only made the scene around her more obscene.

Her figure was exquisite, being the fairest among all the six succubi.

Her waist narrowed more delicately than the others’, giving the soft fullness of her hips and ass even greater emphasis, even though her assets were the smallest in comparison.

The pale, creamy, and jiggly curves of her backside looked almost sculpted in the cabin’s bright lights, supple and remarkably well-shaped, with the faintest rippling quiver running through them whenever she shifted her weight.

Her remarkable backside was like icing on the cake.

And lower still, where her thighs parted, he could just about glimpse the tender pink colour of her slick folds. The faint hint of it was the cherry on top.

Elion’s mouth watered without him meaning to as he moved toward her.

Unlike Veyra’s impatient writhing or Jaeneva’s playful little sways, Nadia’s attempts at provocation were... restrained and slightly stiff.

Her hips made faint, tentative motions that might have been meant as teasing wiggles, though in practice they looked almost awkward, as if seduction was coming second to sheer self-conscious awareness that she was being watched by him.

With how coy she looked, she might as well have been begging to get violated.

Elion stopped directly behind her well-presented backside.

Nadia turned her head just enough to glance back at him, and the cool reserve in her eyes visibly gave way to a flicker of real excitement that passed through them when she realised that he had actually picked her first.

"Ohhh..." Miranda groaned from a little further down the couch, her voice full of theatrical disappointment. "How lucky."

Jaeneva made a similar complaint as well, but neither of them moved from their positions.

They stayed exactly as they were, keeping their backsides raised while looking forward to their own turns.

Without delaying any further, Elion lifted his left hand and rested it lightly at the curve of Nadia’s hip.

The contact drew a subtle shiver through her, felt more than seen at first, though the tightening of her fingers on the backrest gave her away a moment later.

"So," he murmured, "the quiet one wins the first round. Are you ready, Nadia?"

Her pussy lips were already thoroughly soaked, and the small puckered hole above it kept giving faint, involuntary throbs.

Nadia turned her head slightly over her shoulder and nodded lightly.

"Please punish this lowly sow with your majestic rod..." she whispered softly.

Elion raised a brow.

That was probably the most words he had heard her say at once until now, and she certainly had not disappointed.

’It seemed I had gotten the wrong idea about her,’ Elion thought with a smile.

She might have looked quiet and dignified up to now, but there was nothing dignified about her dirty words.

Without wasting another moment, Elion slid his right hand between her thighs, running his palm along her left thigh, stopping just where the curve of her ass began.

He took a moment to cup the swell of it between his thumb and index finger, lifting the bulbous flesh a few times while squeezing the softness.

And then he turned his palm inward to tease her wet folds with his fingers.

The delicate folds felt hot and slick beneath his touch, and the contact made her shudder and let out a small whimper.

"Ah..." It was a tiny sound, but more than enough to make his grin widen in satisfaction.

"So you were holding back after all," Elion murmured as Nadia’s fingers tightened around the top of the backrest.

Her pale thighs twitched, and though she tried to stay still, her hips gave the slightest push into his hand, urging him to touch her some more.

Elion let his fingers slide slowly along her soaked slit again, spreading her wetness around her flower, feeling how sensitive and soaked she already was.

Every little stroke of his hand made her body react. A shiver here, a tiny gasp there, another weak little tremble passing through her ass and thighs.

He chuckled softly.

"And here I thought you were the composed one."

Nadia glanced back over her shoulder with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes.

"I am sorry if my actions deceived the champion. Please, punish me," she said sincerely.

Elion smirked as he slid his hand further in, searching for her bud within the confines of her folds.

He easily found it hidden within the fleshy hood, and using sinful touch, he let his fingertip brush over her sensitive clit.

Nadia jolted sharply. Her back arched, and a much sweeter sound spilled from her lips this time.

"Nnngh...!"

Veyra groaned in frustration. "He’s barely even started and she’s already making noises like that?"

Esme smiled faintly as she looked over her shoulder. "You sound jealous."

"I am jealous."

After growing tired of merely teasing her parted folds and her clit, Elion used his index and middle fingers to spread the pink, fleshy lips a little wider, giving himself a better look at the glistening interior hidden within.

Then he pushed one finger in, hooking it just inside before dragging it back out and scooping up a generous amount of her messy wetness.

"Mmmmmhmm."

Another suppressed moan slipped from Nadia’s lips, even though he had not used another electric flicker of sinful touch; the precious one had already left her terribly sensitive.

At last, Elion pulled his hand away.

"That’s enough of that," he said. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I have a strange habit of exploring every woman’s beautiful flower before I leave my mark on it with my penis."

Nadia paid his words little mind, though the impatient little nudges she kept making with her hips told him more than enough.

If anything, her body was all but begging him to hurry up and fuck her already.

Elion straightened and stepped in closer, one hand closing around his pulsing length, holding the thick and rigid length in his grip; the serpent-like shaft looked almost more eager than he was.

His left hand held onto her slender waist while he lined the tip of his cock up with her fluttering entrance.

Then he stepped in a little closer, guiding himself forward until the blunt head began to pierce into Nadia’s flower.

A soft moan slipped from her lips at once, but unfortunately for her, Elion did not push all the way in.

Instead, he stayed there for a moment, savoring the delicious feeling of her hot folds wrapping around just the head of his cock.

It was already enough to make his balls ache terribly with pleasure.

Perhaps sensing that he meant to tease her a little longer, Nadia decided to take matters into her own hands.

She suddenly thrust her hips back, taking him by surprise and forcing his shaft deep into her in one swift motion.

Pah!

A sharp slap echoed through the cabin as their bodies met, her ass cheeks rippling beautifully with the impact.

Elion groaned.

"Fuck... you’re incredibly tight."

Nadia’s eyes nearly rolled back as the sudden fullness threatened to overwhelm her.

The sharp stretch made her feel as though her insides were being split open around his length and girth.

But she still wanted to feel even more than this; she wanted him to ravage her. And fortunately for her, this time, Elion didn’t keep her waiting.

With both hands held firmly onto her slim waist, Elion grounded himself, drew back until just the tip remained within her tight embrace, then thrust back in with a resounding smack.

Once more, her ass cheeks rippled with the force of it, and another moan tore from her lips.