Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 62: I Love You, Lloyd~ (R-18)

The clone’s words still echoed in my ears, that sultry promise of mercy under their control, but as the main Isobel swung her leg over my hips, straddling me with a predatory grin, I knew control was an illusion we were all chasing. Her pussy hovered just above my cock, already rock-hard again from their earlier attention, the tip brushing her slick folds.

She sank down slowly, inch by torturous inch, her heat enveloping me like a velvet fist.

"Oh, Lloyd~" Isobel breathed, her purple eyes half-lidded as she bottomed out, my length buried to the hilt inside her tight heat. Her walls clenched around me, rippling with pleasure. Judging by the way she bit her lip from where she knelt beside us, the clone was feeling the same pleasure. Isobel started to move, rolling her hips in a slow grind that dragged her clit against my pubic bone, her sizable breasts bouncing with each motion.

The clone leaned in before I could catch my breath, her lips crashing against my exposed body with deep, hungry kisses. Her tongue traced my torso, pleasure erupting from the soft heat. I groaned loudly, one hand reaching out to finger the clone while the other gripped the main Isobel’s thigh. The main Isobel sped up, lifting up until just the head remained inside, then slamming down, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her pussy gripped me like she never wanted to let go, juices coating my balls as they slapped against her ass.

"I love you, Lloyd~" the clone murmured against my lips, moving up to nip at my jaw. Her breath was hot, her body pressing close so her breasts squished against my side, nipples hard points dragging over my skin. I thrust up to meet Isobel’s descent, the angle hitting deep, brushing that spot inside her that made her gasp and arch her back. Sensations overloaded me; the slick slide of her inner walls massaging every vein on my shaft, the way her thighs quivered on either side of my hips, the clone’s tongue now tracing my earlobe before diving back to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Isobel’s pace quickened, her hands braced on my shoulders for leverage, nails digging in as she bounced. "You feel so good inside of me," Isobel panted, voice husky with need. "Filling me up like this. I can feel you throbbing, ready to burst...!"

The clone’s kisses turned sloppy, her saliva trailing down my neck as she whispered between them. "Fuck her harder, Lloyd. Make her legs weak." Her hand slipped down to where Isobel and I joined, fingers circling her clit.

I was lost in it, hips bucking wildly now, chasing the building pressure in my core. The clone’s words spurred me on while Isobel’s pussy fluttered, signaling that she was ready. She ground down hard, circling her hips. "I’m cumming, Lloyd! I’m cumming on your cock!" Her walls spasmed, milking me in rhythmic pulses, hot and insistent, the shared magic making the clone shudder against me, her kiss breaking into a shared cry. I thrust up deep, groaning hard as my release hit, cum flooding her depths in thick spurts, her pussy squeezing every drop out of me.

We collapsed in a tangle, breaths ragged, but Isobel wasn’t sated. She slid off me with a wet pop, my seed trickling down her thigh, and flipped onto her hands and knees, ass presented like an offering. "You... aren’t done...!" Isobel demanded, glancing over her shoulder with that wicked spark. "Fuck me like you own me, Lloyd May!"

I knelt behind Isobel, gripping her hips and lining up, slamming home in one thrust. She was even tighter this way, her ass cheeks jiggling from the impact, pussy still fluttering from her orgasm. I set a brutal pace, pulling out to the tip before driving back in, balls slapping her clit with each plunge. Her heat gripped me like a vice as her walls dragged along my length, pulling me deeper.

When Isobel spoke again, her words were different. She still maintained that dominant edge, but they were hungrier now. Ravenous.

"That’s it, fuck me. Good boy. Make me take it all, Lloyd. I need you to fill me again, flood me until it leaks out. Make me sloppy with your thick seed!" Her words were focused, relentless, each one stoking the fire in my gut. She pushed back to meet my thrusts, ass grinding against my pelvis. "Cym inside me, Lloyd. I know you want to. I can feel your cock throbbing!"

Her words worked like a spell. The pressure built unbearably, her talk coiling around my thoughts, her pussy clenching in time with her words. I couldn’t take it. I flipped her onto her side mid-thrust, hooking one leg over my shoulder to open her wider. She yelped in surprise, but it turned to a moan as I drove in deeper, the new angle letting me grind against her deepest parts with every snap of my hips.

"God, Lloyd! This is perfect! This is perfect...!" Isobel cried, her hand reaching back to claw at my thigh. I slammed my cock into her, the friction building to a fever pitch, her slick heat sucking me in as her walls rippled around my length.

Sensations blurred together. The give of her ass under my palm as I spanked lightly, the way her breasts swayed with each pound, the hungry, erotic sound of her voice. It was all too much.

"I want it, Lloyd. I want it now! Give it to me! Give it! Give it...! Aaahhh~!"

That finally did it. My balls tightened, vision tunneling as I buried myself to the root and erupted, cum jetting into her in forceful ropes, her pussy milking me dry with her own climax, spasms pulling every last drop.

I pulled out panting, collapsing beside her, but the clone’s whine cut through the haze. She crawled over, purple eyes flashing with frustration, her hand slick from self-pleasure.

"That isn’t fair! You said we could take turns!" Isobel’s clone pouted. Her arms were crossed. "You fucked him twice!"

Isobel laughed softly, still catching her breath, cum leaking from her as she rolled to face us. "Greedy little thing, aren’t you? He’s a strong boy. He still has plenty of energy left for you." Isobel winked at me. "Don’t you, Lloyd?"

She propped herself on an elbow, watching with a satisfied smirk as the clone pushed me onto my back again, straddling me with eager intent. Her pussy, identical and dripping, teased my tip before she sank down, a shared gasp escaping both their lips. The magic linked them, but this time, the clone rode with her own fire, hips rolling in a rhythm that promised no mercy.

"I’m not like her. I’m going to make you beg!" she challenged, leaning down to claim my mouth as Isobel watched, fingers already circling her clit, ready for round whatever.