Combat Slave Harem-Chapter 62: Morning Wood (18+)

Egon woke to the soft, enveloping heat wrapped around his cock.

His eyes fluttered open in the dim pre-dawn glow filtering through Hilga’s small window. He lay on his back, the dark-elf maid draped over him like warm silk. Her silver hair fanned across his chest, her full breasts squashed against his ribs, nipples stiff little points scraping his skin with every slow breath she took. Her thighs straddled his hips, knees tucked beside his waist, and between them—buried to the root inside her snug, velvety pussy—was his morning-hardened length.

He had fallen asleep still inside her after the long night of gentle claiming. Now, hours later, his soft cock had thickened and lengthened inside her sleeping channel, stretching her walls until the head nudged her cervix again.

A low groan rumbled in his throat.

The sensation was obscene—her inner muscles fluttering unconsciously around him, slick and hot, milking him even in sleep. His shaft pulsed once, swelling thicker, pushing deeper without his permission.

Hilga let out a tiny, dreamy whimper, hips shifting the smallest amount, grinding down on him instinctively.

Egon’s hands found her ass—round, firm, pale silver skin glowing faintly in the half-light. He squeezed once, hard, then dragged his palms up her spine, feeling every delicate ridge of her vertebrae.

He pulled out slowly.

The wet sucking sound as his cock slid free made his balls tighten. A thick strand of their mixed arousal stretched between his glistening head and her flushed entrance before snapping. Her pussy gaped for a heartbeat—pink, swollen, dripping—then clenched on nothing, a small gush of last night’s cum leaking out to coat her inner thighs.

Egon gripped the base of his shaft, now fully erect and throbbing angrily against his stomach. He rubbed the swollen head up and down her dry outer lips, smearing precum over her clit, teasing the sensitive hood until it peeked out fully.

Hilga’s breathing changed—shallower, quicker—but her eyes stayed closed, lashes dark against her cheeks.

Pretending.

He smirked.

Two fingers slid down, parting her folds. She was still slick from earlier, but the outer lips had dried slightly in the night. He circled her clit once, twice, then pushed both fingers inside her—slow, deliberate—curling them against that spongy front wall.

Hilga’s hips twitched.

A soft, sleepy moan escaped her.

Egon pumped his fingers steadily, scissoring them, stretching her open while his thumb kept steady pressure on her clit. More wetness coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. Her pussy made quiet, filthy squelching noises with every thrust of his fingers.

Hilga’s pretending cracked.

Her lashes fluttered.

A tiny, needy sound slipped out—half-whimper, half-sigh.

Egon withdrew his fingers with a wet pop, brought them to her lips. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Hilga’s eyes finally opened—glowing lavender, hazy with want.

She parted her lips without being told.

He pushed both fingers inside her mouth.

Hilga sucked obediently, tongue swirling around his digits, tasting herself, tasting him, eyes locked on his.

Egon pulled his fingers free, trailing saliva across her chin, then gripped the base of his cock again.

"Open," he rasped.

Hilga’s mouth fell open instantly.

He fed his cock past her lips—slow at first, letting her adjust to the thickness—then deeper, until the head bumped the back of her throat.

Hilga gagged softly but didn’t pull away. Her tongue flattened along the underside, swirling, coating him in warm spit. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard, eyes watering slightly as she took him to the root.

Egon groaned low, fingers threading into her silver hair.

"Good girl... get it nice and wet... so I can fuck this tight little pussy properly."

Hilga hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his balls.

After a dozen slow thrusts into her mouth—each one leaving more saliva glistening on his shaft—he pulled out with a wet slurp.

Hilga gasped, lips swollen and shiny, a thin string of spit connecting her tongue to his cockhead.

Egon flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion.

Hilga’s legs fell open wide, knees bent, feet planted on the mattress. Her pussy glistened—swollen outer lips parted, clit peeking out, entrance winking and leaking.

Egon settled between her thighs, notched the head at her entrance, and pushed in—slow, relentless, until he bottomed out with a wet squelch.

Hilga’s back arched off the bed.

"Ahhn—! Master—! So deep—!"

Egon hooked her knees over his elbows, folding her in half, and started thrusting—long, powerful strokes that slapped his balls against her ass with every plunge.

Paah! Paah! Paah!

The wet, obscene sound of flesh on flesh filled the small room.

Hilga’s breasts bounced with every impact, nipples dark and tight.

Egon leaned down, voice dark and filthy against her ear.

"Feel that? My cock stretching your virgin cunt wide open. You’re gripping me so fucking tight—like you never want me to leave."

Hilga’s nails raked down his back.

"Yes—! Don’t leave—! Fuck me harder—! Breed me—!"

Egon slammed in deeper, grinding his pelvis against her clit on every downstroke.

"You want my baby, don’t you? Want this fat cock pumping load after load into your womb until you’re swollen and leaking my seed for days."

Hilga sobbed with pleasure.

"Yes—! Please—! Knock me up—! Fill me—!"

He fucked her ruthlessly—short, brutal thrusts aimed straight at her cervix.

Hilga’s moans turned into broken cries.

"Master—! I’m close—! I’m going to come—!"

"Come on my cock," he growled. "Milk me dry. Take every drop into that greedy little womb."

Hilga shattered—back arching, pussy clamping down like a fist, rippling around him in powerful spasms.

Egon roared.

He slammed in to the hilt and erupted—thick, hot spurts blasting against her cervix, flooding her womb.

Hilga’s walls fluttered wildly, sucking every rope deeper, greedy vacuum pulling his seed straight into her core.

"More—! More—! Give me all of it—!"

Egon kept thrusting through his orgasm, grinding against her clit, forcing her climax to drag on until she was shaking, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

When the last pulse finally ebbed he stayed buried inside her, cock still twitching, keeping every drop trapped where it belonged.

Hilga panted beneath him, chest heaving, silver hair plastered to her sweat-damp forehead.

Egon leaned down and kissed her—slow, tender—then murmured against her lips.

"You’re mine now, Hilga. Every part of you."

She smiled through the haze, voice soft and wrecked.

"Always, Master."

He kissed her again—deeper this time—then slowly pulled out.

A thick river of cum immediately welled at her entrance and spilled onto the sheets.

Hilga whimpered at the emptiness.

Egon kissed her forehead.

"Rest. You’ve earned it."

She curled against his chest, already drifting.

Egon held her close, listening to her breathing even out.

Outside, dawn crept closer.

The city still slept under fragile peace.

But inside this small room, something new had begun.