Supreme Bloodline Evolution System

Chapter 194: The Crystal Chamber (18+)

The tension in the air was thick enough to taste.

Max did not speak. He simply turned, one arm sliding possessively around Rosalia’s waist, the other curling around Agnia’s, and began walking. The two dragon-hybrid women stayed pressed against him, their steps perfectly matched to his. Neither tried to pull away. The walk through the upper corridors of the citadel was silent except for the soft rustle of robes and the faint, hungry sound of their breathing.

He led them up a short flight of stairs that curved inward. At the top stood a pair of tall crystal doors, black as midnight but threaded with veins of deep purple and gold that pulsed faintly at his approach.

The chamber beyond was circular, wide, and private in a way the rest of the citadel was not. Soft light glowed from the walls and ceiling.

And in the exact center, raised on a low platform of the same black crystal, sat the bed.

It was enormous. A vast, perfectly smooth circle of translucent crystal easily twenty feet across, its surface glowing with a soft inner light that shifted between purple and gold depending on the angle.

Thick, plush cushions of dark silk and mana-woven crystal fabric covered most of its surface, but the crystal itself remained visible at the edge. Max had designed it this way on purpose. Wide enough for a whole harem to sprawl across without ever touching the floor. Wide enough that one man could lie in the center and have as many women as he wanted kneeling around him, crawling to him, serving him.

Rosalia’s purple eyes widened slightly, her scaled tail giving a slow, interested flick behind her. Agnia’s golden gaze moved across the bed, then back to Max, one elegant brow rising.

"You built this for us?" she asked, voice low and warm.

"But of course," Max answered simply. His hand slid down to rest openly on her belly beneath her robes. "For the family we’re making."

Rosalia made a soft, pleased sound at that. Agnia’s lips curved.

Neither woman looked at the other with anything resembling desire. Their attention stayed fixed on the man between them.

Max stepped forward, pulling them with him until they stood at the edge of the great crystal bed as he turned to face them fully.

"Robes off," he said quietly.

They obeyed without hesitation.

Rosalia’s white robes slid from her shoulders first, pooling at her feet. Her hybrid form was breathtaking in the low light.

Agnia’s robes followed a moment later, revealing her heavy breasts and wide hips.

Max let his own robes fall.

His cock sprang free, already half hard and flushed dark. The head glistened with a bead of precum. Both women stared at it openly as their lips parted.

"On your knees, my lovely beauties," Max said.

They sank down together, letting out soft, muffled sounds as their knees met the cold yet somehow comfortable crystal floor.

Rosalia knelt to his left, Agnia to his right. Their knees spread just enough for balance, backs straight, eyes lifted to his face. The position put their faces level with his cock.

Max looked down at them and felt something dark and satisfied unfurl in his chest.

This was power. Not the throne downstairs. Not the city outside. This. Two proud, powerful dragon women on their knees for him, waiting for permission to serve.

He stepped closer until the head of his cock was only inches from their mouths.

"Both of you," he said, voice rough. "Pleasure me. Together. No kissing. No touching each other. Just my cock. Understood?"

"Yes, my king," Rosalia murmured, her voice already husky.

Agnia simply nodded, golden eyes locked on the thick shaft in front of her.

Max reached down and rested one hand on each of their heads, his fingers threading into Rosalia’s white hair between her horns, the other hand cupping the back of Agnia’s neck.

Rosalia leaned first. Her tongue slid out and dragged slowly up the entire underside of his cock from base to tip in one long, wet stroke. The heat of it made Max’s breath catch. She paused at the head, circled it once, then licked away the bead of precum with a soft, appreciative sound.

At the same time, Agnia leaned in from the other side. Her tongue was hotter, almost fever-warm from the fire that lived in her, and she used it to trace the thick vein running along the left side of his shaft, following it all the way down to his balls before licking back up. She pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his cock, then another, working her way up while Rosalia continued her slow, thorough licks along the front.

They never touched.

"Tastes so good, doesn’t it?" Rosalia whispered, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Agnia let out a low, sultry laugh, her fingers sliding down to gently play with his balls. "Mmm~ It tastes even better after he cums," she replied, voice thick with satisfaction.

Their tongues worked in tandem, covering every inch of him without ever meeting. When Rosalia’s tongue reached the head again, Agnia was already licking the right side of the shaft. When Agnia dipped lower to lap at his balls, Rosalia took the head into her mouth and sucked gently.

Max groaned, fingers tightening in their hair.

"Fuck... that’s it. Just like that."

Rosalia hollowed her cheeks and took more of him, her lips stretching around his girth. She bobbed slowly, eyes never leaving his face. At the same time, Agnia’s tongue bathed his balls in wet heat, sucking one into her mouth with careful pressure before releasing it and moving to the other. Her hand came up to wrap loosely around the base of his cock, steadying him while Rosalia worked the upper half.

The contrast was maddening.

Rosalia’s mouth was slick and tight, her tongue pressing firmly against the underside of his cock every time she sank down.

Max’s hips gave an involuntary twitch. He fought the urge to thrust. He wanted to savor this.

"You two are so slutty right now," Max groaned, his voice rough and strained as he fought the urge to moan. "Just the way I love it."

Rosalia moaned around him at the words, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft. Agnia’s golden eyes fluttered, and she pressed her thighs together where she knelt, but she never stopped licking.

They switched.

Rosalia pulled off with a wet pop, saliva connecting her lower lip to the head of his cock for a brief second before it broke. She immediately leaned down to take one of his balls into her mouth, sucking softly while her hand replaced Agnia’s at the base, stroking him in slow, firm pulls.

Agnia took her place at the head.

She didn’t rush. She circled the swollen crown with her tongue, tasting the mix of precum and Rosalia’s saliva, then opened her mouth and sank down. She took him deeper than Rosalia had, her throat relaxing around the thick intrusion until her nose nearly brushed the thatch of hair at his base. She held there for a long moment, throat working, before pulling back with a gasp and doing it again.

Max’s head tipped back slightly, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"Deeper," he ordered.

Agnia obeyed instantly. She swallowed around him, and Max felt the tight flutter of her throat.

Rosalia chose that exact moment to suck harder on his balls, her tongue laving them with wet, devoted strokes.

The dual sensation of Agnia’s throat squeezing his cock while Rosalia worshipped his balls nearly make him cum.

He tightened his grip on their heads, holding them in place.

"Don’t stop," he gritted out. "Both of you. Keep going. I’m not done with you yet."

They didn’t stop.

For long minutes, the only sounds in the chamber were the wet, obscene noises of two mouths working his cock and balls, the occasional soft moan from the women, and Max’s increasingly ragged breathing.

They moved with perfect coordination, as if they had done this a hundred times instead of never. One would take the head and suck while the other licked the shaft or balls. Then they would switch.

Max watched it all.

He watched Rosalia’s purple eyes water slightly as she took him deep, her cheeks hollowing. He watched Agnia’s golden eyes stay locked on his face even as she gagged softly around his length.

He watched their breasts sway with every movement.

He watched saliva drip down his shaft and onto their chins, glistening in the light.

When he felt the pressure building too fast, he pulled them both off his cock with gentle but firm pressure on their heads.

"Get on the bed, both of you, and raise your asses for me," he commanded, his voice low and firm.

The two women’s cheeks burned crimson. They knew exactly what that meant. Excitement surged hot through their chests.

Finally, they were going to be fucked by the man they had devoted their lives to. That thought alone thrilled them more than anything they had seen or done today. His massive dragon cock was their salvation.