The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 642 - 99 - To The Holy City (7)

I decided to give the rest of the erotic furniture a thorough try.

The first one I went for was the love chair. Visually, it resembled a miniature version of a bunk bed, compact yet purposefully constructed. It was designed to accommodate two people simultaneously—one seated at the top and another at the bottom. It wasn't just a regular chair however, as it was engineered for threesomes. Or rather, it was a tool crafted to turn once-impossible sex positions into reality.

The possibilities with a love chair were limitless, only bound by imagination. I had Trill seated gracefully at the top, her legs spread open invitingly, while Titania positioned herself obediently at the bottom, already moaning in anticipation.

I thrust deep into Titania, the slick warmth of her pussy welcoming my cock, while my upper body leaned forward to stimulate Trill. My tongue danced around her swollen clit, circling and flicking, and my fingers joined in, sliding in precise motions to amplify her pleasure. Her thighs trembled each time my tongue grazed that sensitive nub.

The love chair made this possible. It allowed me to rail Titania with full strength while still lapping at Trill's soaked slit above. Its structure supported all three of us, holding our bodies perfectly in place so I could indulge them both without compromise.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahh, hnngg, ahhh, aahhh, ahhhnn, ahhh~...!"

"Hnnn... Hhhnnn... Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahnnn, ahhhnnn, ahhh~...!"

Their moans tangled in the air, echoing across the room in a chorus of lust.

I didn't stop. I kept my rhythm steady, teasing Trill's pussy until I felt her thighs clench tight and her back arch—her climax bursting free with a choked cry. Then, with a rough snap of my hips, I slammed into Titania with full force, timing our orgasms together. Her inner walls milked me greedily as I filled her pussy with a hot, thick load of semen.

Afterward, I made my way to the sex sofa—more elegantly known as the tantra chair.

Unlike the love chair, the tantra chair had a sleek, continuous curve, a graceful arc meant to support the body in ways a flat surface never could. It was built not just for sex, but to elevate it—especially for those interested in exploring the Kama Sutra's more creative positions. It gave full access, precise support, and the ability to adjust pelvic angles with ease. Sure, you could use it for lounging… but let's be honest. That wasn't what it was made for.

And I knew that well. I'd used it before—back in my previous world.

Right now, I had Titania sprawled across it, her body draped along the curve, stomach down, her hips naturally raised. Her ass was lifted perfectly, her cheeks spread apart to welcome me.

I drove my cock deep into her asshole, the tightness sending shivers through me, while I reached up to finger Trill, who stood beside us. My fingers slid effortlessly into her soaked pussy as she leaned into me, offering her breasts to my mouth. I latched on, suckling on her nipples, feeling her pulse beneath my tongue.

"Ahhh, ahh...! It's so deep up in my ass...! Ahhh, ahh, ahhh, ahhnn, ahhh!"

Titania's voice was trembling, her back arching as my thrusts rocked her body. The way the chair curved her hips upward made every movement deeper, every stroke more intense. Her legs twitched as I picked up speed, and her fists clenched tightly into the cushion.

Then I came—hard—filling her ass with wave after wave of thick cum. Her body convulsed, her legs lifting reflexively as I spilled every drop into her, painting her insides white.

And then came the ropes.

"Uuh... This is really quite complicated, huh? But I'm more amazed at how you tied it so intricately," Trill said, eyes wide as she looked over the setup.

"I would've never expected that ropes could be used like this… And this position... it's really embarrassing. My legs are so widely opened," Titania added, her cheeks flushed red.

They were both suspended in midair—completely bound by ropes.

Titania was in partial suspension, her body supported with one foot still barely touching the ground for balance. One of her legs had been pulled out horizontally, rendering her helpless to close them. She was exposed, her pussy vulnerable and on display, her body trembling in the restraints.

Trill, in contrast, was fully suspended—her entire body floating above the floor. She hung horizontally in the air, her limbs bound and stretched, every inch of her skin taut and on full display.

Setting all of that up had taken a lot of careful preparation. Suspension bondage wasn't something to be done carelessly—it was far riskier than traditional restraints. I made sure every knot was secure but not cutting off circulation, every tension adjusted just right. Even Rose had to lend a hand.

"I can't believe I just helped you with that…" she muttered under her breath, clearly annoyed, as she walked back to the bed and sat at the edge with a scowl.

Yr, despite all the noise, was somehow still sound asleep. The loud moans, the creaking of rope, even Rose's irritated muttering—none of it stirred her. It was genuinely impressive she was still asleep even with all that.

"Now then..." I said, letting my voice drop to a low murmur, savoring the moment. My eyes locked onto Trill's, the anticipation thick in the air. "I'm going to give myself a fellatio using you, Trill. Open your mouth wide."

"Oh... okay," she responded softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Then, with obedient clarity, she parted her lips, stretching her jaw open with a slight tremble, revealing the glistening interior of her mouth.

Because she was suspended horizontally in midair—her body tilted sideways, perfectly aligned with my hips—it offered me the ideal angle. Her mouth and pussy were both easily within my reach, level with my cock. I could slide into either hole at any time.

Trill kept her mouth wide open, and without hesitation, I guided the thick head of my cock between her lips. The second it entered her, her tongue moved with eager intention. It swirled and wrapped around the contours, caressing every ridge, every throbbing vein with curious hunger. The heat was intense—different from the warmth of a pussy, yes—but still overwhelming in its own right. No. Not just different. It was similar... but incomparable in sensation.

My hand tightened around the rope suspending her, and with one controlled pull, I pushed my cock deeper inside. The moment the rope shifted, her throat reacted—soft tissues parting, stretching, opening to accommodate the full girth of my length as it slid down into her throat like it belonged there.

I glanced down at her face, framed by strands of hair, her mouth stretched obscenely wide around me.

"Nnghh..." she let out a low, muffled noise.

It didn't look like she was in pain. In fact, her throat relaxed more, inviting me to plunge even deeper. I started thrusting slowly, sliding in and out of her mouth with deliberate strokes. Her face remained calm, accepting and willing.

Her smooth, pale neck bulged with every thrust. My cock made the outline of her throat stretch visibly, a thick tube forcing its way inside, yet she didn't gag. Not once. Her body simply adjusted. I could feel the warm wetness of her saliva pooling and coating me, dripping and mixing with each movement. It made every motion slicker, wetter, and more fluid than before.

When I finally withdrew, pulling out of her throat in a slow, wet motion, she gasped sharply. Her mouth opened as she coughed, her breath coming out in heavy pants. Strings of saliva clung to my shaft, stretching like translucent webs. They connected to her lips and tongue in glistening strands, thick and sticky, refusing to break—until I stepped back, and they snapped, recoiling and splattering lightly.

She inhaled deeply, her chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded and dazed as she looked up at me, her lips wet and glossy.

Without wasting time, I walked to her other end. My cock, still slick from her mouth, now pressed against her pussy lips. I positioned myself, aligned perfectly, and with both hands, I grabbed her firm, round ass. Then, with a hard pull, I slammed my cock deep inside her.

"Hnnghhhh!?"

Her body convulsed, and a loud moan erupted from her lips. She arched her back sharply despite being tightly bound, the restraints digging into her skin as her entire body trembled from the sudden intrusion.

Instead of moving my hips, I moved her—swinging her helpless, suspended body back and forth, using her like a toy. I let her body become the one to thrust, to grind, to be dragged across my cock again and again.

The sensation was intense. I could feel every tight ridge of her vaginal walls gripping me, clinging to my cock like it didn't want to let go. I scraped along every fold, every tender groove, pushing against the entrance to her cervix. I could feel the tension there—so thin, so tight—being tested, stretched by the relentless pounding.

"Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh... Ahhh, ahh, ahh! I'm cumming...!"

Her cries echoed through the room, breathy and uncontrollable. And soon, neither of us could hold back any longer. My cock twitched deep inside her, and I released, flooding her womb with hot, thick cum. Her body arched even harder, trembling violently as her pussy clamped down and her orgasm exploded at the same time as mine.

"Nnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!!"

Her teeth clenched. Her eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites visible, her face twisted in an expression of raw, overwhelming ecstasy.

I slowly pulled out of her, my shaft slick and glistening with cum as it slipped free. Her pussy twitched in the aftermath, and streams of my cum dripped out of her, splattering onto the floor below.

Then, I turned my gaze toward Titania. freewebnσvel.cøm