Harem System In A fantasy World

Chapter 475: Quality time with Isla *

"Your underwear is next," Elion said as he got back up from a crouch to stand back up on his feet.

His hands were now resting on her soft thighs, so he slid them up Isla’s thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps rising on her skin in their wake.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her cotton panties, feeling the soft feel of her warm waist, his knuckles brushing against her soft skin, and he immediately felt her squeeze her thighs tightly together.

A slow smile spread across Elion’s face, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a soft, tender kiss. Isla melted into him, her hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders.

Instead of pulling down her panties, Elion’s hands continued their slow journey upward, his thumbs brushing against her sides, while his other fingers felt up the length of her back as Isla gasped into his mouth, her body arching slightly.

Elion took advantage of this, his hands sliding around to her back, easily unhooking her bra before she even realised what was going on.

The bra immediately dropped from her upper body, and Isla’s breath hitched as she felt that her breasts had been freed from their confines, and her nipples immediately hardened when she felt the cool air brush against them.

Elion broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as his gaze traveled over Isla’s naked form; it inevitably came to rest on her breasts.

They were small, yes, but perfectly formed, with soft, rounded mounds that looked like they were begging to be touched by him.

Her areolas were a shade darker than her skin, a warm, honey brown that contrasted beautifully with the smooth, creamy expanse of her breasts.

Her nipples were a deep, dusky rose, and they were already hardened into tight little buds from the cool air and Elion’s lustful gaze.

Elion couldn’t help but let out a low hum of appreciation as he took in the sight of her. "Isla," he murmured. "Your breasts are... breathtaking."

Isla blushed at the compliment, her hands instinctively moving to cover herself. But Elion was quicker, gently capturing her wrists and pulling her hands away so that he could continue looking at her.

"Don’t hide these treasures from me," he said softly. "You’re beautiful, every inch of you is beautiful, and I want to see you, all of you."

Isla hesitated for a moment before dropping her hands to her sides, trusting Elion completely.

He leaned down, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to the top of each breast, pressing down on the impossibly soft flesh, and using his hands to cup their soft weight with his thumb and index finger as he was kissing.

"Nnnnng~!" Isla’s body shuddered, feeling her breasts getting assaulted by a shower of kisses and soft caresses.

It wasn’t long before Elion moved on from simple kisses to licking her stiff buds with his tongue.

"You’re perfect, Isla," Elion murmured while twirling his tongue around her left nipple. "They may be small, but perfectly formed, like a work of art."

Isla had always been self-conscious about her small breasts, but the way Elion was worshipping them, the pleasure he was drawing from them, made her feel desirable.

Her breath hitched as Elion’s tongue continuously brushed against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her.

"I could spend hours just exploring these with my hands," he said in a husky voice. "But right now, I want to taste you with my mouth instead."

A few seconds didn’t seem to be enough for his greedy hands and mouth, so for a good two or so minutes, he fondled and licked away, until her breasts were both glistening and thoroughly covered with his wet spit.

"Ahhhh!" She gasped, her hands flying to his head, holding onto him tightly as he lavished attention on her breasts, driving her to the edge of madness with his reverent touches and kisses.

Meanwhile, his hands had not been idle. They had slid down her sides, over her small hips, and were now hooked into the waistband of her panties, ready to slide them down her legs at any moment and leave her completely naked before him.

With his fingers hooked into the waistband of Isla’s panties, he pulled away from sucking on her breasts and looked up at her, seeking her permission. "May I?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Isla bit her lip, nodding nervously. "Y-Yes," she stammered.

A slow smile spread across Elion’s face, and he began to slide her panties down her legs gently.

Isla lifted her hips to help him, her heart pounding in her chest. As her panties slid down her thighs, her calves, and finally off her feet, she was completely naked before him.

Elion sat back on his heels, crouching so that his line of sight was directly on Isla’s thighs. He noticed her instinctively squeezing her thighs together, trying to hide her precious flower from him.

A soft, indulgent smile played on his lips as he gently but firmly pried her thighs apart, revealing her most intimate place to his hungry gaze.

"Elion!" Isla gasped, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "You can’t- you can’t look at me there!"

Elion chuckled, his eyes never leaving her most treasured place as he pried her thighs open. "Why not?" he asked. "How else am I supposed to take your virginity? With a blindfold?"

Isla whimpered, trying to close her legs again, but Elion held them firmly apart, his gaze feasting on her now revealed pussy.

How to describe it in one simple word?

It was beautiful. By now, Elion was experienced enough that he could say every one of his women’s pussies were all unique and crafted differently.

Zenith and Celeste had the kind of outer lips enclosed by plump sides that looked like soft buns.

Aria and Mira’s were like simple slits that showed you just enough of the inner folds without giving away too much.

Isla’s outer labia were prominent and exposed in layered, beautiful pink, fleshy folds that looked like a pink flower, thanks to the open outer lips, though they looked a bit too dry right now.

He could see the hint of her clit, peeking out from the protection of her folds, and the entrance to her virgin pussy.

He looked up at Isla to see her reaction; she had one eye open, looking off to the side with a grim expression, as if lamenting why and how she had gotten herself into this situation.

"It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, every inch of you." Elion commented, giving her a kind smile that seemed to ease her worries, if only a little.

"T-thank you!"

Elion smiled and brought his right hand forward from her soft thigh, using his index finger to trace the length of Isla’s slit before parting her soft, pink folds with a gentle touch to see further inside it.

"Ahhhhh..."

Isla gasped at the sudden touch, her thighs trembling as an unfamiliar, intoxicating sensation coursed through her body.

Elion played around with her fleshy folds for a bit, watching as her twitching pussy began to slowly release a trickle of juices, gradually lubricating her folds, and preparing for when they would be finally penetrated by him.

The whole time, Isla was whimpering and gasping with her eyes closed shut, her lashes fluttering wildly.

The sensations she was feeling on her precious flower were bizarre, but for some reason, it also felt incredibly good, more so when she felt his finger delving deeper, exploring her growing wetness with extreme care, making her squirm and moan.

"Elion... ahhhhh," she panted. "It feels... weird. But...also good."

Elion looked up at her inclined upper body, enjoying the view of her breasts heaving with each breath. "Good weird, or bad weird?"

Isla bit her lip, her hips arching slightly as another one of Elion’s fingers penetrated her entrance.

"Good weird," she whispered, her eyes suddenly opening wide as he gently pushed two fingers inside her.

Elion began to pump both fingers in and out of her, and at the same time, he used his thumb to rub against her bead-like clit.

Isla’s breath came in shallow gasps. She had never felt anything like this before!

Little did Elion know, before this, Isla had been a pure little angel who had never once touched herself to relieve her sexual urges.

Isla’s eyes suddenly widened, her body tensing as she felt an even stranger sensation build within her stomach. "Elion," she gasped, her voice filled with panic. "I- I feel like I have to pee. Stop, please!"

She tried to pry Elion’s hand away from her pussy, but he held firm, his fingers stroking her even faster when he understood that she was about to come. "Elion, no!" she cried, her body arching forward. "Something’s coming out, ahhhhh!"

With a sudden, keening cry, a jetstream of her pussy juices splashed Elion in the face, arcing forward like a fountain.

He didn’t retreat, letting the shower of her love juices rain down on him, until the fountain eventually died down, becoming a weak stream that flowed out of her spasming cunt onto the cushioned platform beneath her.

Elion watched her with a smile, bringing his soaked hand to his mouth and licking her fluids off his fingers eagerly. "Mmm, tasty," he exclaimed, licking the back of his hand as well.

Isla slowly opened her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment and panic. "I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me," she stammered. "I- I just... I just peed all over you!"

Elion burst out laughing, seeing the panic on her face. Just how innocent could a person be? His heart swelled with love for her.

As a princess, she had probably been taught the basics of what a man and a woman did to procreate; however, seeing her innocent reactions, he couldn’t help but think that whoever had been responsible for her sex education did a terrible job of it.

Elion got up and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "It’s alright, Isla," he said in a gentle voice. "That was your first orgasm, and it was a powerful one. Some women can squirt when they come, and it seems you’re one of them. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it’s incredibly sexy."

He grinned. "And this is just the beginning; I’m going to make you squirt again and again."