Building a Harem in a Noble House-Chapter 63: Greedy Little Thing~ (R-18)

The training hall’s wooden floor felt cool against my back, but everything else was on fire. Isobel’s clone straddled me in reverse, her ass cheeks spreading wide as she sank down onto my cock. She was identical to Isobel, down to the way her pussy gripped me, but there was this eager edge to her that the main one didn’t have.

"Isobel didn’t ride you like this, did she?" she’d whispered before lowering herself, her voice a husky mimic of her original’s calm dominance.

The main Isobel playfully taunted back, but she hadn’t argued. Sex made people different. As it turned out, it made this clone of her a bit more challenging than the original.

Now, she was bouncing, her hips rolling in tight circles that made my shaft throb deep inside her slick heat. I groaned, hands instinctively grabbing her hips, feeling the smooth glide of her skin under my palms. The hall echoed with the wet slap of her ass against my thighs, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Isobel herself lounged beside me, her legs parted just enough that I could see her fingers dipping between her thighs, circling her clit with deliberate strokes. Her purple eyes locked on mine, calm and knowing, as she leaned in to press her lips to my neck. Her breath was hot, her tongue flicking out to taste my pulse.

"That’s it, Lloyd," Isobel murmured. Her free hand trailed down my chest, nails scraping lightly over my body, sending sparks straight to my groin. "Feel how tight she is? She’s clenching around you because she knows you’re close. I can feel it too. Every pulse of your cock stretching her. You want to cum, don’t you? Be a good boy and fill her up. Let it go for me."

Her words hit like a spell, wrapping around my mind while her clone rode harder, her pussy fluttering with building tension. The clone glanced over her shoulder, her face flushed.

"D-Don’t you dare cum yet...!" she commanded, her voice semi-dominant, like she was testing the role but not quite owning it. She ground down, taking me to the hilt, her inner walls rippling. "Hold it in. You don’t get to cum until I do first, you hear me? Y-you’re my... mmmhh~... y-you’re my... toy...!"

Her rhythm was wavering despite her confident words. The clone’s breaths came in sharp gasps, her ass cheeks trembling with each descent. I could feel her getting wetter, her juices coating my balls as they slapped up against her.

Isobel chuckled softly against my ear, her lips brushing the lobe before she nipped it. Her fingers worked faster between her legs now, a soft, slick sound joining the symphony of our bodies. She felt everything the clone did. Every inch of me buried deep, every thrust echoing through their shared nerves. Her voice hitched just a fraction, a slight crack in her composure.

"Listen to her trying so hard," Isobel whispered, her hand sliding lower to cup my balls, massaging them gently, rolling them in her palm. The sensation made my cock twitch inside the clone, drawing a moan from both women. "But you know better. She’s already breaking. Feel that? Her pussy’s squeezing you like it can’t help itself. Give it what it wants, love. What it’s craving. She needs it, Lloyd."

The clone’s protests turned to whimpers. "N-No... but... f-fuck... Fuck, Lloyd...! You’re so...deep...! Fuck, Lloyd! Fuck, Lloyd...!"

The clone’s hips shuddered as she slammed down one last time. Her whole body seized, pussy clamping down like a fist around my shaft. She came hard, her juices flooding over me, her back arching as waves ripped through her. It was intense, her walls milking me rhythmically, pulling me right to the brink. But Isobel’s encouragement burned hotter, her shaky exhale against my skin urging me on.

I couldn’t hold back much longer. The clone’s orgasm dragged me with her, but Isobel sensed it, her purple eyes gleaming. "There’s that look. So hungry. So ravenous." She leaned forward, soft whispers like venom in my ears. "Claim her, Lloyd. Make her submit to you."

"N-no! I’m not done...! I’m still in control– ahhh~!"

Isobel’s words had ignited something primal in me. With a growl, I bucked up, gripping the clone’s waist and twisting us both. She yelped in surprise, but didn’t resist as I rolled her onto her back. Now in missionary and her legs splayed wide, I drove back into her, my cock sliding home through her soaked folds. She was still quivering from her climax, her purple eyes wide and hazy.

"Perfect. Good boy~" Isobel purred, crawling closer on her knees. She kissed my shoulder, her hand reaching around to stroke my back, urging me deeper. The clone wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles at the small of my back, pulling me in tight. Her heels dug in, forcing me to grind against her clit with every thrust.

"Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop...!" the clone demanded, her voice breathy and less commanding now, but she held on like she still had power over me.

I pounded her, the angle letting me hit that spot that made her eyes roll back. Her pussy was a furnace, slick and swollen, hugging every ridge of my cock as I stretched her wide. Sweat dripped from my brow onto her breasts, her nipples hard peaks begging for attention. I leaned down, sucking one into my mouth, teeth grazing as I thrust harder.

Isobel was everywhere; her lips on my neck, sucking marks into my skin, her fingers now teasing where we joined, circling the clone’s clit and brushing my shaft on the upstroke. She was panting softly, her own arousal peaking through the link.

"You’re both doing so well," Isobel coached, her voice a husky tremor. "She’s desperate for you, Lloyd. Thrust deeper. Make her take every inch of you. Yes, just like that. Good boy~ I can feel you swelling... you’re going to cum so hard. Let it build, okay? Hold it just a little longer for me. I want you to drown her."

The clone’s leglock tightened, her thighs quivering as another orgasm built. "Do what she says...!" she moaned, finally ceding control to Isobel. Her pussy clenched erratically, raw and urgent. I felt the pressure coiling in my core, my balls drawing up tight under Isobel’s knowing touch.

"Now," Isobel whispered, her lips at my ear, her body pressed against my side. Her fingers slipped inside herself again, syncing with my rhythm. "Cum inside of her, Lloyd. Flood her pussy. I want to feel it all... every hot spurt. Be a good boy and give it to us."

That did it. The dam broke. I slammed home one final time, burying myself to the root as my cock erupted. Just like before, wave after wave of cum surged out, painting her walls thick and deep. My vision blurred, body shaking as the orgasm ripped through me, hard and with desire. The clone cried out, her leglock like a vice, her own climax crashing again, milking every last drop from me. Isobel’s breath hitched sharply, her hand working furiously between her legs as she rode the echoed pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips.

We collapsed in a tangled heap on the mats, my cock still twitching inside the clone, her legs loosening but not letting go entirely. Isobel draped over us both, her chest heaving, fingers sticky as she traced lazy patterns on my skin. Laughter bubbled up first from her, then the clone, and finally me.

"I’m at my limit," I panted, pulling out with a wet pop, cum leaking from the clone’s pussy onto the mats. "You got me. Maybe you are good at close-ranged battles."

Isobel grinned, her purple eyes sparkling. "Told you I’m a good self-teacher." She laughed. "But I think we’ll have to develop a new close-quarters technique for Jolyne and her army."

"Yeah... this seems a bit too time-consuming."

The clone tilted her head, spearing Isobel with a quizzical look. She looked like she was about to say something, but a sharp look from Isobel stopped her in her tracks.

"What?" I asked, unable to ignore that odd exchange.

Isobel shared a look with her clone before speaking up. "N-nothing! I just..." She paused. "Want to know how you felt about all that...!"

"That’s it...?"

Isobel nodded furiously. The clone gave her a confused look. I would’ve asked about it, but I didn’t want to push my luck.