Void Lord: My Revenge Is My Harem

Chapter 237: Opening Shop and Increasing Harem Members XIV

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John’s hand lingered on the heavy wooden door for a moment, the echo of the latch clicking shut still reverberating through the dimly lit chamber. His heart pounded in his chest, a wild rhythm that matched the heat flushing his skin.

The kisses from Edda and Orna had been brief but electric — Edda’s bold, teasing press against his lips, her tongue flicking out like a promise of chaos, and Orna’s warmer, more insistent one, carrying the faint scent of forge smoke and iron.

Now, as he turned away from the door, he heard their footsteps behind him, soft and determined, closing the distance in the shadowed hallway of his lordly estate.

"Lord John," Edda purred from behind, her voice a sultry blade cutting through the air. The black market assassin moved like a shadow given form, her lithe body clad in tight leathers that hugged every curve. Her dark hair cascaded wildly, and her eyes gleamed with that peculiar hunger — the weird fantasy twist she always carried, a blend of danger and desire that made her unpredictable. She stepped closer, her hand brushing his arm. "You can’t just walk away after that. We’ve been waiting for this."

Orna followed, her broader frame filling the space with a comforting solidity. At age 35, the blacksmith’s muscles rippled under her simple tunic and pants, stained from hours at the anvil. Her auburn hair was tied back, but stray strands framed her face, flushed with anticipation. "Aye John... no... my lord," she added, her voice deeper, laced with the gravel of her trade. "Let us serve you properly. You’ve earned it."

John paused, his 18 year old body thrumming with youthful energy and the weight of his newfound authority. As the leader of them, he commanded respect, but today, it was something rawer he craved. He glanced back, seeing their eager faces, and nodded toward his private chambers where he and Sera did it a few days ago. "Follow me, then," he said, his voice steady despite the fire building in his veins.

The door to his room swung open, revealing a spacious haven lit by flickering candles and a roaring hearth. An old bed dominated in the corner, it wasn’t draped in rich furs and silks. But it was enough to satisfy the hunger. John shrugged off his coat, letting it fall to the floor, and turned to face them. Edda was already moving, her fingers deftly unbuckling her leather straps, revealing the pale skin beneath. Orna watched her for a beat before joining, pulling her tunic over her head to expose full, heavy breasts that swayed with the motion.

"Undress for your lord," John commanded, settling into a high chair by the fire. His eyes roamed over them, drinking saliva in the sight. Edda peeled away her pants, kicking them aside, her slender legs leading up to the dark thatch above her pussycat. Orna followed suit, her pants dropping to reveal thick thighs forged from years of labor, her pussycat framed by a coarser patch of hair.

Edda sauntered forward first, her bold nature shining through. She dropped to her knees before him, her hands reaching for his belt. "Let me taste you, Lord John," she whispered, her weird fantasy twist emerging as she nipped at his thigh through the fabric. "I’ve dreamed of your void stick filling my mouth, making me choke on its power."

John’s breath hitched as she freed him, his void stick springing upright, thick and veined, already hardening under her gaze. Orna knelt beside her, her calloused hands gently stroking his legs. "We’ll worship it together, my lord," she murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to the base.

Edda wasted no time, her lips wrapping around the tip of his void stick, sucking with a fierce pull that made John’s hips buck. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling along the underside, her eyes locking onto his with that mischievous glint. The weird twist in her fantasy kicked in as she hummed a low, vibrating tune, imagining herself as a captured spy forced to pleasure her captor — role playing in her mind, her movements growing more urgent, more desperate.

Orna joined, her mouth latching onto the side, licking long strokes while Edda bobbed her head. Their tongues met occasionally over his length, slick and warm, drawing groans from deep in John’s throat. "That’s it," he growled, his hand tangling in Edda’s hair, guiding her rhythm. "Suck harder, Edda. Show me your skills."

Edda obliged, hollowing her cheeks and taking him to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, tears pricking her eyes from the effort. Her hand slipped between her own thighs, fingers circling her pussycat, already slick with arousal. Orna’s touch was gentler, her lips kissing and sucking along the shaft, occasionally dipping lower to lap at his balls, rolling them in her mouth with careful pressure.

John’s void stick throbbed under their attention, growing impossibly harder. He pulled Edda off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to him. "On the bed," he ordered. "Both of you. Spread for your lord."

They scrambled up, Edda with a wicked grin, Orna with a shy flush. They lay side by side on the bed, legs parting to reveal their pussycats... Edda’s neat and glistening, Orna’s fuller, lips swollen with need. John stood, shedding the rest of his clothes, his lean frame taut with muscle. He climbed between them, first leaning over Edda, his mouth capturing her nipple, sucking hard while his fingers probed her pussycat.

She arched, moaning loudly. "Yes, Lord! Finger my pussycat deep — make it yours." His digits slid inside her wetness, curling to stroke that sensitive spot, thumb grinding against her clit. Edda bucked against his hand, her bold fantasy twisting as she whispered, "Pretend I’m your enemy, captured and broken. Use me roughly."

John’s eyes darkened, playing along. He added a third finger, thrusting faster, his other hand pinching her nipple until she cried out. Orna watched, her hand drifting to her own pussycat, rubbing in slow circles. "Don’t leave me out, my lord," she pleaded.