My Supernatural Girlfriends Spoils Me Rotten - Chapter 360

Chapter 360: Before Departure: Final
His words made her more embarrassed.

She felt like a desperate girl, already dripping just from a kiss.

But the way he worked her mouth and pussy at the same time—it was too much. Too good.

“I… I can’t believe this is happening,” she stammers between kisses, her voice a soft, breathless whisper. “I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

Asher, sensing her mix of emotions, pulls her even closer, his voice a deep, soothing rumble in her ear.

“It’s okay. Let go. I’ve got you.” His hands continue to explore her body, tracing the curves of her hips and the check of her but, pulling her tightly against him.

He could feel her heart racing beneath her soft and flexible tits.

The water around them seems to pulse with their combined energy, the colors shifting more rapidly as their passion intensifies.

“Please… It tickles… I don’t know why…. I can’t stop peeing…” Mirelyn’s breaths come in short, sharp gasps as Asher’s fingers slide in and out of her soaking wet pussy.

The sound was too sexual, almost like slurping.

“It feels… incredible,” she manages to gasp out, her eyes fluttering closed as she gives in to the sensations.

Asher’s thumb finds her clit, circling it gently, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, Mirelyn,” he murmured. “No wonder I fell for you the moment I saw you. I could keep doing this forever and never get tired.”

Her response was a soft, keening cry as her body tenses, the pleasure building up.

Asher, I… I think I’m going to—” she starts, but her words are cut off as her body convulses, a powerful orgasm ripping through her.

She clings to him, her nails digging into his back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over her.

Asher held her tight, his cock throbbing. He slammed into her just as she was about to squirt, forcing her to arch back with a sharp cry.

“Please, pull it out!” she cried. But he didn’t stop—he kept pounding her opening, rough and relentless.

He kept pounding into her, not slowing down. His lips crashed onto hers, tongue pushing deep to muffle her cries.

She tried to speak, to beg for release, but his mouth swallows every sound, every moan, his lips and tongue dominating hers.

Mirelyn’s body was a mess of conflicting sensations—pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

She was too cute, too soft—and without meaning to, he just kept wanting to break her a little more.

Her walls clenched around him again, tighter than before. She shook, squirming under him, eyes wide as another wave hit.

He didn’t stop to let her recover. He chased his own orgasm, increasing his pace.

His voice came low against her ear. “You’re driving me crazy, Mirelyn…”

She cried out again, but he swallowed it with another kiss. His thrusts grew sloppy. Hips jerked harder.

Then he slammed deep, body locking tight as he came.

“ARGHHHHH” he groaned.

Hot white release flooded into her, and her eyes rolled back from the overwhelming pleasure.

His grip loosened, but only a little. He stayed inside her, panting against her neck.

“I’m still hard …” he whispered.

Mirelyn swallowed hard. Part of her couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed it, while another part feared she might become addicted.

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She slowly opened her eyes, disoriented, only to find herself lying on a sandy beach.

The sun warmed her skin, but confusion clouded her mind.

She had no idea how she ended up here, especially since she had lost consciousness halfway through.

When she stood up, she realized she was wrapped in a gray blanket.

Asher sat nearby under a tree, his eyes closed, deep in meditation.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice soft with curiosity.

“I’m training,” he replied without opening his eyes.

“Training what?” She walked closer, her steps light in the sand.

“Training my willpower. I realized I can’t resist you.” He paused, a look of discomfort crossing his face. “What I did to you… it’s not acceptable. And I apologize.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

The way he spoke, like she was his most important person, made her chest tighten. She could sense it—he was conceding, admitting that she meant more to him than his other wives.

A small smile tugged at her lips. Part of her liked hearing him say it. It made her feel like she was truly different, that she held a place in his heart that no one else could touch.

Unable to control herself, she pulled him into a hug, letting his face rest against her cleavage.

She stroked his hair gently as she whispered. “It’s okay. I liked what I experienced.”

Asher was almost thrown off by her gesture, but he quickly steadied himself, pushing down the urges that surged within him.

He opened his eyes, meeting her gaze before leaning in to kiss her.

But just as the kiss deepened, he pulled back, a sign of the control he had finally gained.

She felt a bit sad, but she didn’t push it.

Asher stood up, brushing sand off his clothes. “We should head back home now,”

“Home?” she was confused.

“In Avalon, I want you to meet my other wives. It’s time to make it official.”

She hesitated at first, uncertain if she was ready to meet the women, she would have to share Asher with.

But when he extended his hand to her, she couldn’t say no.

It was hard to stay stubborn with someone who had dominated her so completely, leaving her breathless and unconscious.

She nodded, quickly materializing a green dress to at least look presentable before accepting his hand.

Without another word, he focused, and in an instant, the world around them flicks out.

The air changed, and they found themselves standing in Avalon’s main portal.

Whispers rippled through the people present.

This was the first time anyone saw Mirelyn in her humanoid form, and they couldn’t help but marvel at her.

Many of them silently agreed—she was by far the most beautiful being any of them had ever seen in their entire lives.

But it wasn’t just her beauty that had them talking.

The sight of a woman like her, holding the hand of the Overlord, could only mean one thing.

Another woman had been added to their ruler’s harem.

They couldn’t help but feel sad for Queen Lucy.

No woman could not feel insecure when her husband brought in another girl—one who was younger, more beautiful, and seemed so fresh.

It would be a hit to her pride.

Asher noticed the commotion and realized he made a big mistake.

He came here to avoid surprising Lucy in case she was in their bedroom, but it had backfired.

Closing his eyes, he focused on locating her.

With a deep breath, they teleported again—but this time, they found themselves surrounded by all of Lucy’s family member. Her father, mother, sisters, and even their husbands

Even Hailey was there, casually hanging out with a wine glass in her hand.

The timing couldn’t have been worse.

Their gazes immediately dropped to his hand, still holding the Fairy Queen, and an uncomfortable silence stretch out.

Asher knew this wasn’t going to be easy to explain. But he it was too late back out now.

“Good. It’s better that you’re all here.”

He acted like this had been part of his plan all along, even though it clearly wasn’t. He kept his posture relaxed, trying to hold the tension back with confidence.

“I want to make it official. Mirelyn, Queen of the Fairies, is now my wife. And before anyone says anything—yes, Lucy already knows. I told her before I decided to pursue her.”

From the back, Lucy stepped forward. She wore a faint smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

It was the kind of smile people use when they’re trying to hide how they really feel.

She didn’t look happy. Not even close. The way Asher said it—like getting her permission somehow made it less painful—only made it worse.

Lucy said nothing. Her silence was enough and because of that, none of her sisters dared to speak.

Hailey, however, stepped forward without hesitation. She offered Mirelyn a warm smile and reached out with both hands, gently shaking hers.

“Welcome to the family,” she said. “Let’s do our best together to make Asher happy.”

Mirelyn smiled back.

Hailey’s positive attitude was just what she needed to ease the weight in her chest. It gave her enough comfort to breathe again.

Seeing this, Lucy realized she was being too cold.

So, she stepped forward as well and reached out to shake Mirelyn’s hand.

Her grip was firm, but the stiffness in her smile gave her away—she was forcing it.

Asher just watched and didn’t blame Lucy.

He knew he couldn’t expect her to accept the Fairy Queen right away.

Feelings like that didn’t change overnight. But deep down, he believed time would help.

Sooner or later, the bond between them would grow.

What he wanted most was for all his wives to get along. They weren’t just partners to him—they were his only family.

Lucian quietly motioned for the others to leave.

One by one, everyone began to exit the room without a word.

In just a few seconds, the room was vacant, leaving only Asher and his wives behind.

Lucy stood still for a moment, then let out a soft breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to act that way. It wasn’t fair to you.”

She looked up, this time with a little more honesty in her expression. “I just… wasn’t ready. But that doesn’t mean I want to push you away.”

The Fairy Queen nodded, her tone gentle.

“It’s okay. I understand. This whole thing happened fast… I didn’t expect to be here either.”

Lucy gave a small nod. The tension between them began to dissolved.

“Wow, this is great! The more the merrier,” Hailey grinned playfully, pulling the other two into a warm hug.

Asher smiled. Seeing them together gave him peace of mind. It wasn’t perfect, but he could now leave knowing they would support each other while he was gone.

‘Index, you’re the only one missing,’