Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win

With his cock still inside her, he turned to look back.

Inara stood at the door with a bright smile. "You guys are having fun~."

'...'

Akmair had no idea what to say right now.

For an instant he thought she set him up using Sephrina.

But he quickly gave up on the idea as she has no reason to do anything like that.

Akamir finally asked himself. "….What are you doing?"

His voice came out grunted as he could still feel the full pressure of Sephrina's inside on her cock.

The elven empress however was too busy adjusting herself to his thing inside.

Inara smiled, her smile more seductive than ever.

"Don't mind me." She said, her voice gentle and smooth. "Just act like I don't exist."

She moved in and closed the door before she sat on a chair placed on the side.

Akamir was too confused as to what she was doing.

His body was urging him to move and he was barley holding himself.

"…You want to watch this happen?" Akamir asked, gulping down audibly. "Really?"

Inara didn't reply as her eyes remained glued to the pleasure and pain expression on the empress.

Inara bit her lips as her hand groped her breast.

Akamir finally got the gist of what was going on.

'…Is she getting turned on by watching her idol getting fucked?'

By the looks on her face Akamir was sure, he was correct.

Yet he was really not aware his fiance had this type of fetish in her.

Akamir's mind reeled, caught between the tight, pulsing grip of Sephrina's pussy and Inara's brazen stare.

Sephrina's body trembled beneath him, her hands clutching the blanket, her golden hair splayed across the bed.

"Angh! Anhh!"

Her moans were soft but raw as she adjusted to his cock, still buried deep inside her.

"You're fucking insane, Inara," Akamir growled, his voice rough.

His hips twitched instinctively, the pressure of Sephrina's walls driving him to the edge.

He leaned down, his hands gripping Sephrina's thighs, spreading them wider.

To his surprise the elven empress was much more flexible than he anticipated.

His legs stretched outwards, letting him push her legs back, exposing her fully.

Akmair glanced at Inara once again. "You want a show? Fine."

He thrust hard, his cock slamming into Sephrina.

"ANGH!!"

The sudden force drawing a sharp cry from her lips, her body arching off the bed.

"Anh! Fuck, Akamir!" Sephrina gasped, her voice breaking, pain and pleasure mixing as her pussy clenched around him.

Her eyes rolled back, her face flushed with heat. "It's… so deep."

Her elven pride shattered by the overwhelming sensation.

"Don't stop… it hurts, but I want it." Her hips bucked slightly, meeting his thrusts.

Inara let out a soft moan, her hand sliding under her dress, her fingers moving between her thighs.

"Gods, look at you," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. "You're so beautiful like this, Sephrina. Taking him like that… it's perfect."

Her fingers moved faster, her breath hitching, her other hand squeezing her breast harder.

Akamir's thrusts grew rougher, the bed creaking under the force.

His cock pounding into Sephrina, each movement drawing a louder moan from her, her voice echoing in the room.

"Fuck, you're tight," he grunted, his hands bruising her thighs.

He kept pounding her as his gaze moved to her pleasured face.

"You like this, don't you? Being fucked like this while she watches?"

His eyes flicked to Inara, her shameless pleasure fueling his own.

"Yes!" Sephrina cried, her voice desperate, her body shaking as she clung to the bed, her legs trembling around him.

"I… I love it, Akamir. It's too much, but I need it… need you."

Her words were more of a confession as her elven composure was gone.

Her golden hair sticking to her sweat-slicked skin.

Her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her cherry-like nipples hard under his gaze.

Inara's moans grew louder, her fingers working faster, her eyes never leaving Sephrina's face.

"You're so perfect, Sephrina," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire, her body rocking on the chair. "I've always wanted to see you like this… fucked raw, losing yourself. It's… fuck, it's making me so wet."

Her hand moved frantically, her dress hiked up, her thighs trembling as she pushed herself closer to the edge.

Her arousal feeding off Sephrina's surrender.

Akamir's control was slipping, the sight of Inara's shameless pleasure and Sephrina's desperate moans pushing him over the brink.

He thrust harder, deeper, his cock slamming into Sephrina's core.

Her cries turning into screams, her pussy spasming around him.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growled, his voice raw, his hands gripping her hips, "You want it, Sephrina? Say it."

"Give it to me!" Sephrina moaned, her voice breaking.

Her body convulsed as she hit her peak, her pussy clenched tight, milking him as her climax ripped through her, her cries filled the room. "Inside… please, husband!"

Her words were a plea, her eyes locked on his, tears of pleasure streaming down her face.

Inara gasped, her own climax hitting, her body shaking in the chair.

"Fuck, yes!" she cried, her voice raw, her body slumping slightly, her breath ragged. "You're both… so fucking hot."

She leaned forward, her dress half-off, her chest heaving, her gaze still glued to Sephrina's trembling form.

Akamir groaned, his own release hitting, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her as she milked him.

He slammed into Sephrina one last time, his release exploding inside her, filling her as her pussy clenched around him, drawing out every drop.

He collapsed over her, breathing heavily, his cock still inside her, her legs limp around his waist, her hands clutching his back.

The room's mana settled, the air heavy with the afterglow, the lamplight casting a warm glow over their sweat-slicked bodies.

Inara stood, her legs shaky, her dress barely clinging to her, and walked over to the bed, her smile sly and satisfied.

"That was better than I imagined," she said, her voice low, teasing.

She reached out, brushing a strand of golden hair from Sephrina's face.

"You're stunning like this, empress."

Sephrina blushed, her breath still uneven.

Her eyes met Inara's, a mix of embarrassment and lingering pleasure.

Akamir pulled back slightly, his smile returning as he looked between them, his cock still twitching inside Sephrina.

"You're both fucking trouble," he said, his voice rough but warm, his hand resting on Sephrina's thigh.

"What's next? You joining in, Inara?"

Inara laughed, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Maybe," she said, her voice dripping with promise, her hand trailed down Sephrina's arm, making the empress shiver.

"But for now, I'm happy watching my empress get what she deserves."

Akmair didn't give her a chance to get away.

He grabbed the woman and put her beside the empress.

"You don't tell me what to do." Akamir said, his voice cold for once.

"When I ask you to spread your legs, you do it willingly."

Inara was more than happy to see him getting angry.

She moaned as he pushed her head onto the bed, grating as he applied pressure.

"Are you out of your mind?" She asked though he couldn't sense any anger.

"Unhand me at once—."

Smack!!

"Angh!"

Inara moaned as she felt his hand slap her ass.

Her body trembled as her body had just come from the show.

"You do as I say." Akamir said again before he ripped off her dress.

Sephrina on the other hand was far more tired from the first time.

When Inara turned to look at her the empress was already asleep.

Inara smiled as she whispered. "Guess it can't be helped~."

He didn't give her time to adjust, lining his cock up with her slick entrance and thrusting in hard, filling her in one rough motion, drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

"Angh! Shit!"

Inara's body shuddered, her pussy clenching around him, tight and wet, her earlier climax made her sensitive, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"You're… too much," she gasped, her voice breaking, her hips rocking back to meet him. "Fuck me harder, you asshole."

Akamir's hand tightened on her hip, his other still pressing her head down, his thrusts relentless, the bed creaking under the force.

His thrusts grew faster, harder, his hand slid from her head to her ass, delivering another sharp smack that made her cry out, her body jolted, her pussy clenched tighter around him.

"Fuck, you're wet," he growled, his voice rough with need. "You got off watching her, and now you're mine."

He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot. "Say it, Inara. Who owns you right now?"

"You do!" Inara gasped, her voice desperate, her body trembling as she neared her peak, her pussy gripping him like a vice, her arousal dripped down her thighs.

"Fuck, Akamir, you own me… don't stop, please!"

He didn't slow, his cock slamming into her, his hand gripping her ass.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" Inara screamed, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him, her climax ripping through her.

Akamir groaned, his own release hitting, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her as she milked him.

He finally got a sigh of relief as he moved back.

Yet, he wasn't satisfied.