Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 64: Keep the Idea in Mind (R-18)

The training hall’s stone floor felt cool against my back despite everything we’d just been up to. Isobel lay beside me, her head pillowed on my shoulder, one leg draped lazily over mine while her clone lay sprawled across my stomach, her cheek pressed to my abs, rising and falling with my breaths.

Isobel shifted slightly, propping herself up on an elbow to look at me. Her voice came out soft. Softer than normal.

"You’ll have to forgive me for not being as dominant as usual. Keeping my clone active while maintaining sensory sharing requires a lot of focus." She nodded toward the clone, who murmured something incoherent and nuzzled closer, her hand idly tracing circles on my hip.

I chuckled, running my fingers through Isobel’s hair. "Don’t worry about it. I still enjoyed myself, Isobel," I said, kissing her forehead. "Though I do miss our little ’dominance battles’. Those are pretty fun."

"Oh, we’ll have plenty of that next time, Lloyd. I promise."

Despite her words, I could tell something was still off. The way her eyes darted from mine, the uncharacteristic softness in her tone, and the slight shakiness in her voice.

"Hey, what’s up?"

Isobel hesitated, then sighed, her breath warm against my neck. "I’ve just... been meaning to ask you: how did all of that feel? Sleeping with two women at once, I mean. Me and... well, the other me." She gestured vaguely at the clone, who was dozing now, her fingers still splayed possessively over my leg.

"It was great, Isobel. I had to concentrate way too hard on not finishing too quickly!" I laughed softly. "It was like an endurance challenge! I think I can get used to it, though, if this is something you wanna do more often."

Her face lit up, that dodginess easing just a fraction. "I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was rather thrilling for me too, sharing you like that. But I... can only do so much, you know? I don’t think it’s hubris to say that I’m good with my words, if you catch my drift." She traced a nail down my chest, leaving a faint red line. "Other women, though... who knows what they’re good at? Some women are just like me and enjoy using words to draw out the reactions they love. Others are far more dominant than I." She chuckled. "They’d make that time I tied you to my chair look like child’s play! Then there are the romantics who love to be slow and sensual. Submissives who crave surrender, begging for your command. Aggressive ones who want things rough and animalistic... Sure, there’s going to be overlap, but every woman has her preference."

It hit me then what she was dancing around. It explained why she wanted to go at it with her clone, and it likely explained why her clone was subtly different than her.

She wanted to do this more often, I assumed. Threesomes, except with other women and not just her clone. When she spoke again, she confirmed my suspicions. Only, not in the way I was expecting.... or hoping.

"Tell me, Lloyd. There are no wrong answers, and I won’t get mad at you no matter how you answer." Isobel started, her eyes locking onto mine with her usual intensity. "How do you feel about Lyra?"

"Absolutely not," I answered immediately. "Lyra might as well be my sister!"

Isobel’s fingers intertwined with mine, her voice a murmur. "What a shame... I’m fairly certain if we asked her to join us, she’d say yes."

"Bullshit. She’d cringe and make fun of me for asking. She’d never let me live it down."

Isobel arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into that familiar mischievous grin. The clone shifted on my stomach, her warmth pressing against me like a promise of more trouble.

"Is that so...? Because I’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re not paying attention." She leaned closer, voice softening, taking on a dangerous tone. "And don’t think I haven’t noticed how your eyes followed her the other day in that farmer outfit." She kissed my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I-I didn’t look at her any kind of way...! She was just–"

"The look Lyra gives you... it’s very specific. Makes her thoughts abundantly clear, without a word. Why do you think I’m so confident she’d join us if we asked?"

"You’re misreading her," I shot back, though my heart picked up pace. Lyra? No way. I knew her better than anyone. We’d been close our entire lives, which, when you took our lifespans into account, was really saying something! There was no way Lyra felt that way about me. No way...

"We often bathe at the same time, you know. Only two bathing chambers. It’s pretty difficult to get it for yourself. And the things I’ve seen in there! Lyra’s body... goodness gracious! Curvy like a dancer with breasts to match. A shame they’re always packed down by wrappings and armor. Oh, and her ass! It makes me jealous!" She giggled. "She even has these freckles on her back that look like stars. Have you seen them? What about that cute little mole on her left breast? It’s been, what? Six hundred years? You have to have seen those."

As she spoke, the clone’s hand slid lower, fingers wrapping around my cock, stroking slowly and deliberately. It twitched to life under her touch, thickening despite myself.

"S-Stop," I tried, but it came out breathy and heavy. Goddamn it. Isobel sensed my desire before I could attempt to protest it.

"I’ll help you, love. You’ll thank me for this," Isobel purred, pushing me back onto the cool floor of the training hall. Her magic hummed in the air, a quick incantation, and darkness swallowed my vision. It was that Blindness spell from the battle! The clone’s grip tightened, pumping me steadily, all while Isobel’s weight settled nearby, her fingers dipping between her own thighs with a soft, wet sound.

"Imagine it, Lloyd," she began, voice sultry and commanding, laced with her own building desire. "You’re alone in that room you’ve commandeered. Lyra’s there, eyes locked on you, finally giving in to what’s been simmering since you were kids. She’s a virgin, yes, but secretly skilled. Instincts honed from watching, waiting. She drops to her knees after a romantic conversation, then takes you in her mouth."

The clone mirrored it perfectly, lips parting to swallow me down, sucking with a gag that vibrated through me. Isobel’s words painted it vividly.

"Her tongue swirls around your shaft, hot and eager, her full lips stretching wide. Those surprisingly large breasts bounce as she bobs, nipples brushing your thighs. She sucks like she’s starved, hollowing her cheeks, humming low... mmhhh~... just like that. Tasting you, savoring the flavor of your skin. Her hands grip your hips, nails digging in, pulling you deeper until her nose presses to your base." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

I groaned, hips bucking into the clone’s throat. Isobel’s voice grew breathier, her masturbation audible.

"Good boy. Now picture her climbing up, straddling you. Lyra’s curvy frame settles over your lap, that magnificent ass of hers grinding down as she guides your cock into her wet pussy. She’s soaked, dripping from the anticipation. She sinks onto you slowly, inch by inch, her virgin tightness yielding with a gasp. She’s so full of you, Lloyd. And she loves the way you feel."

The clone obeyed, rising to mount me, her pussy sliding down my length in one smooth motion.

"Lyra’s body moves like a dream, hips rolling in circles, her large breasts freed now, swaying heavily with each bounce. She’s arching her back, savoring the moment, and moaning loudly. ’Yes, Lloyd, harder! You feel so good~!" Her ass slaps against your thighs, pussy clenching you, milking you deep. She’s a natural, grinding her clit against you, chasing her peak with those aggressive eyes half-lidded in bliss."

I was admittedly taken in now. I took control, hands finding the clone’s hips, thrusting up fiercely.

"She’s submissive now. You’ve taken control in a way she was hoping you would," Isobel noted, her own breaths hitching as she fingered herself faster. "She’s a pleaser, desperate to make you feel good. Flip her over, Lloyd. Take her from behind. Pull her hair while you do it."

I did as instructed. I saw it now. Lyra on all fours, ass up, freckled back arched as I slammed in from behind. I gripped her hair, arching her up towards me while I hooked my arm in hers.

"She loves this," Isobel moaned, voice sultry even as it cracked with her rising pleasure. "Lyra’s pussy is gripping you tight, so wet and hot, walls fluttering as you dominate her. She’s been dreaming of this, of you claiming her, and it makes her so happy. Feel how good she is, darling, that curvy body shaking, her moans turning to cries. ’Fuck me, Lloyd! Own me!’ Her ass jiggles with each thrust, breasts swinging, that pimple a tiny mark under the sweat. You’re hitting deep, and she’s close to her breaking point, begging for your cum."

Her words pushed me over, orgasm building like a storm. Isobel talked me through it, masturbating furiously.

"That’s it, cum in her. Fill Lyra up. Mark her as yours. Let it go, hot and thick, pulsing deep inside. Yes, Lloyd, give it– ahh~!"

Her voice peaked, breathy and wild, but commanding still, as I erupted, ropes of cum flooding the clone while she shuddered through the shared release, fingers buried in her own heat.

"Keep... the idea in mind... yeah?"