a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 10: Dream [I] **

Iris POV-----------------------------------------------

I pushed into him with raw hunger, the hard bulge in his jeans driving me wild. "Touch me," I gasped, riding the tempo of his hands on my skin.

He didn't speak or move, just allowed me to take his other hand and press it against my other breast. The sensation was overwhelming, my nipples hardening beneath the heat of his palms as I writhed against him.

"Please," I begged again, frantic for more. "Your touch... I need it."

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I went still with anticipation, holding my breath until he finally started moving his hands. His fingers explored me slowly at first, the delicious friction like fire on my skin. He circled my nipples with his thumbs, sending shockwaves through my body.

His grip tightened as he moved faster, and I could feel the restraint slipping away as he got caught up in the moment. Luke's attention was completely on me now, his eyes wide and filled with awe as he watched me come undone.

The tempo was building, and I couldn't hold back as his hands moved over my body with increasing urgency. The way he touched me was unlike anything I'd imagined—each caress sending shivers through my skin, leaving me breathless and aching for more.

Luke's fingers traced every curve, lingering on the soft flesh of my breasts before traveling down the length of my torso. He explored every inch, like he wanted to memorize how I felt beneath his hands. The contact was more than I could stand.

He toyed with my nipples until they throbbed, pulling and twisting them until I couldn't tell where pleasure ended and pain began. My moans grew louder, shameless in their intensity as he worked me over with raw wonder.

I thought I'd been in control, teasing him until he broke—but I was the one coming apart under his touch, consumed by the way he lit me on fire. Everything felt good, too good, and I couldn't get enough.

Luke's hesitation was gone now, replaced with a hunger that matched my own. He lowered his mouth to my chest and kissed me there, breath warm against my skin before he trailed his lips down the curve of my breast. The feel of it made me tremble; I let out a ragged moan as his mouth closed over my aching nipple.

The sensation was electric—his tongue swirling and flicking the sensitive peak, drawing it into his mouth with a gentle suck that turned my moan into a cry of pure pleasure. I clutched at his hair, holding him to me as he lavished attention on my swollen flesh.

His lips closed over my nipple again, harder this time, teeth grazing the tender flesh until I cried out. The sensation was sharp and exquisite, pleasure bordering on pain as he tugged and pulled with his teeth.

My mind was a blur, spinning with every jolt of pleasure. Luke's mouth was relentless, moving from one needy nipple to the other, sucking and teasing until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.

His hands grabbed my breasts possesivley, as if he was scared someone else would take me from him. I couldn't help but laugh.

This felt like the best dream I had ever had, and we were just getting started.

He moved lower, his mouth trailing down my torso as his hands continued their exploration.

I gasped when his fingers brushed against my side, trailing down to the curve of my hip before finding their way between us. His touch was firm and knowing, leaving sparks in its wake as he roamed dangerously close to where I needed him most.

He looked up at me, his hand mere inches away from my swollen clit, aching and desperate to feel his heavenly touch.

"Are you sure about this?" Luke's voice was hoarse, filled with restraint.

I stared at him.

his words were lost in the haze of my desperate need for him.

His lips were so close.

They look so beautiful, so soft, so inviting. I want them.

I kissed him hungrily, crushing my mouth against his with raw urgency. The world narrowed to just us—our lips moving together with frantic intensity as I poured every ounce of need into that kiss. He tasted warm and perfect, like something I'd been starving for without even knowing it.

I explored everything with my tongue. Every little crevice, every little inch of his opened mouth as I marked him with my saliva and my taste.

Luke's initial surprise disappeared, and he responded with a fervor that took my breath away. His mouth became hot and demanding against mine, tongue sliding over my lips before delving inside with a slickness that made me shiver. It was all-consuming, leaving me dizzy as I pressed closer.

He kissed me like he couldn't get enough, hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me deeper into the moment.

Luke's hands left my hair, and I felt him shift beneath me, one hand sliding down the length of my body with a deliberate intent that made my pulse quicken.

I moaned into his mouth as his fingers brushed my inner thigh, trailing over my slick skin until they found the swollen heat between my legs. He paused just before making my dreams come true though.

"Luke," I gasped against his lips, desperate. I opened my eyes and looked into his eyes, letting him know just how much I needed him inside.

He didn't make me wait. His fingers pressed against my drenched pussy, and the contact sent an immediate shockwave through me. It was too much—I shattered around him, crying out as the orgasm hit hard and fast. My body convulsed on his lap, juices gushing over his hand as I came in an intense flood of pleasure.

Everything went white as I thrashed against him, my senses overwhelmed by the pure, raw pleasure of release.

I was panting when I finally came back to myself, huffing against his mouth in ragged gasps. My juices soaked our clothes, and Luke was covered in the evidence of my orgasm. I thought he'd stop, that I'd get a moment to breathe, but his fingers never faltered.

His fingers stayed pressed against my swollen pussy, relentless as he worked me over with a merciless intensity that made me gasp and writhe against him.

"W-wait," I whimpered, feeling him move faster, driving me insane as the pleasure intensified so hard after my orgasm.

I said those words, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to make me go crazy.

Thankfully, he didn't listen to me.

he rubbed me hard and fast, sending white-hot sensations shooting through every nerve until I couldn't see straight. I came again almost instantly, crying out as another orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. My body convulsed, squirting helplessly around his hand again.

He kept going.

His fingers shifted, dipping inside me as he continued his relentless assault. The sensation was amplified, a whole new level of pleasure as he curled them against my swollen walls. My pussy clenched around him, sucking him in deeper as he fucked me with his hand.

The way he moved was devastating—fingers pumping in and out, hooking inside me with a knowing rhythm that left me gasping.

Luke lowered his head again, mouth closing over my breast with renewed hunger. He sucked hard on my nipple, his teeth lightly biting my sensitive flesh as his fingers drove into.

The combined sensations shattered my mind; I couldn't tell where one orgasm ended and another began. I was coming endlessly, screams turning to incoherent cries, flooding his chest with my cum over and over again.

thoughts splintered and merged, a chaotic spiral of sensation that was only him. Luke was all I could think of, all I could feel as he consumed me with his relentless touch. He filled my mind, my body, until there was nothing left but the pure, raw pleasure of him.

Every nerve was alive under his fingers, my desperate need matched by his insatiable hunger. I was lost in him—completely obsessed as he took me apart with an intensity I didn't know I could survive.

I kept coming around him, shattering again and again as he pushed me to new heights. My world narrowed to just us—his hands fucking me senseless and his mouth burning fire across my skin.

I couldn't stop screaming his name, couldn't stop the way my body responded to every merciless stroke of his fingers.

The last orgasm hit like a bomb, exploding through me with devastating force. It was the hardest one yet, an endless rush that left me shattered and breathless on his lap.

My whole being gave in to the pleasure. I trembled in his arms, feeling each aftershock ripple through me as he finally slowed down. The world around me came back into focus; everything was vivid and bright, every nerve still tingling from the intensity of my release.

Luke's eyes were on mine, dark with desire but soft with something deeper. He looked at me like I was something precious, making my heart stutter in a way that had nothing to do with how he'd just wrecked my body.

I sagged against him, utterly spent and more than a little amazed that I was still in one piece. "Holy shit," I breathed out, laughing a little as Luke smiled, wrapping his arms around me as I melted against him. We stayed like that, panting in the aftermath without needing to speak. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing, and my heart still raced from everything he'd made me feel.

The haze of pleasure slowly faded, leaving behind a warmth that settled deep in my bones. I felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath me and the sheltering strength of his body all around me. It was tender and perfect; a moment I wanted to last forever.

And then something shifted—something hard pressed insistently against my thigh, reigniting my senses with startling intensity.

I gasped as awareness flooded back, my body responding instantly to the bulge in his jeans that pulsed with unrelenting heat. He was still so hard. The thought barely formed before need roared back to life inside me, making me tremble as if I hadn't just squirted bucketfuls onto him.

I glanced at him, seeing the complication in his eyes. If I was the same Iris as a few minutes ago, I would have probably got him off his pants forcibly and claimed him deep inside me, no matter the consequences. But my endless orgasms brought something else with them—clarity. I'd pushed things a lot already. Breaking the wall of sex, of finally claiming him, was a little too much right now. I knew it. Still, I wanted to help him, release him from his pain.