The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1114 - 170 - To The Kingdom Of Giants (5)

The moment their breasts pressed in from both sides of my shaft, my thoughts nearly dissolved on the spot. It wasn’t just pressure—it was warmth, softness, and weight coming together all at once, wrapping around me like I was being swallowed by something impossibly gentle. I felt like my body was slowly melting from the inside out, nerves firing nonstop as sensation stacked upon sensation. Both of them were staring at me, watching my reaction closely as they moved, their chests gyrating slowly and deliberately against my cock, like they were savoring every second of it.

The feeling was dangerously close to being suffocated, pressed in from all directions, yet it was soft—too soft to resist. It wasn’t overwhelming in a painful way, but in a way that made my mind go blank, like I could sink into it and disappear. Every movement they made caused another ripple of pleasure to surge through me, and I could already tell my body wasn’t going to last long if this continued.

"So, Leon?" Tilde asked, her voice carrying a teasing edge. "How do you like that? My breasts are much more comfortable, right?"

As she spoke, she deliberately rubbed her chest up and down along my cock, making sure to grind it against Meria’s breasts as well. The movement was slow, controlled, and intentional—like she was trying to stake a claim while pretending it was nothing more than a casual question.

"Mine are better, right, Husband?" Meria followed, her tone gentler but just as confident.

Her green tits were noticeably bigger, heavy and soft, yielding easily as they pressed in. I could feel how much they gave way around my shaft, wrapping it up even as they pushed against Tilde’s breasts. The contrast between them only made the sensation more intense, like I was trapped between two different kinds of softness, both competing for my attention.

Tilde clicked her tongue. "Your breasts are disgusting, pressing themselves against mine like that. What do you think you’re doing, doing something like this?"

Meria didn’t back down. "You’re the one pressing yours into mine. You should pull them away and let me do it alone. I’m sure Husband wouldn’t feel any difference. Mine are big enough."

Honestly, it wouldn’t have made much difference even if Tilde had pulled back. Meria’s breasts were large enough that they could probably cover my entire cock on their own. The thought crossed my mind briefly, but it was hard to focus on logic when my body was being overwhelmed like this.

"Fuaa... nghhh..."

The sound slipped out suddenly.

Tilde froze for half a second, clearly surprised by her own voice.

That moan wasn’t intentional. It was instinctive—raw. Whatever she had been feeling from the friction of her breasts rubbing against Meria’s had crossed some invisible threshold, enough to force a sound out of her throat before she could stop herself.

"Oh?" I said, unable to stop the smirk forming on my face. "Seems like you’re feeling it just from rubbing against Meria’s breasts, Tilde."

"H-Huh? Feeling it?" she stammered, eyes darting away for a moment. "T-There’s no way I’d feel anything from this... especially with this stupid girl right here..."

She tried to sound annoyed, tried to push the words out with conviction—but her face betrayed her completely. Her cheeks were flushed, heat spreading across her skin as her entire face turned red. She was already feeling it, whether she wanted to admit it or not, and it showed in every tense breath she took.

"Well," I added calmly, my gaze shifting, "it’s not just you."

I looked over at Meria.

She was blushing just as badly, her expression barely holding together as their breasts continued to rub. The constant contact meant their nipples were brushing against each other too, sending strange, unfamiliar sparks of stimulation through both of them. Neither of them had planned for that, and their bodies were reacting before their minds could catch up.

"Nnn... haa..."

Their expressions softened, eyes half-lidded as pleasure slowly melted whatever resistance they had left.

"Yes," I said quietly, my voice low but steady. "That’s it. Both of you. You don’t need to fight anymore. Just feel it. Ignore everything else."

And it worked.

As the pleasure built, their petty arguments and hostility started to crumble. Their inhibitions loosened, tension draining away as their focus narrowed to a single shared sensation. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Their hearts aligned around the same thing—pleasure—pulling them into the same rhythm without either of them realizing it.

They looked at each other, faces flushed, breathing shallow.

I didn’t know if it was instinct, curiosity, or something deeper—but suddenly, Tilde leaned in.

Their lips met.

My eyes widened.

Yet it didn’t feel forced. Meria closed her eyes naturally, accepting the kiss as if it made sense. Even as they kissed, their bodies didn’t stop moving. Their breasts continued to slide together, still working my cock between them, the motion steady and unbroken.

The sensation intensified. The stickiness, the lack of friction, the soft pressure pressing in from all sides—it all blended together into something overwhelming. It felt like everything was boiling down to a single point, heat and sensation spiraling upward, making my head spin.

I started moving my hips as well, pushing forward slightly, unable to stay still anymore. I wanted more of that pressure, more of that suffocating softness pressing in on me. The feeling was so good that I nearly lost control right there, my jaw tightening as I grit my teeth and forced myself to hold on just a bit longer.

They eventually pulled back from the kiss, lips slightly parted, breath uneven. Then, without hesitation, they lowered their heads together. Their tongues pressed against the tip of my cock as it slid in and out between their breasts, licking it as it appeared between them, like some obscene jack-in-the-box popping free.

"Nn... fuuunnn... nghhh..."

"Nnnchu... nnnghh, aahnghhh...~"

Their voices were lewd, unfiltered, and completely genuine. Hearing them alone was enough to make my thoughts unravel. Experiencing something like this—being in the middle of it—made it feel like I was truly alive in that moment.

As the thought crossed my mind, my dick trembled hard between their tits.

I groaned, the pressure finally reaching its peak. Resisting at that point would have been pointless, so I didn’t. I let go.