Gon's Harem System
Chapter 126: We’ve only just started (18+)

Chapter 126: We’ve only just started (18+)

The heavy wooden door to Gon’s chambers creaked shut behind him, the sound echoing faintly in the expansive room as he leaned against it for a moment, catching his breath.

His muscles ached with the satisfying burn of a long, grueling training session in the courtyard, hours spent swinging a sword, sparring with seasoned knights, and pushing his body to its limits.

Sweat still clung to his skin, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his olive-toned chest glistened faintly in the warm glow of the candles scattered across the room.

Despite the dull throb in his shoulders and thighs, a faint smirk tugged at his lips.

The ache was a small price to pay for the strength he’d gained, and for what awaited him now.

The room itself was a sanctuary of luxury, a stark contrast to the dusty training grounds he’d left behind.

The massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its dark mahogany frame draped with crimson silk curtains that shimmered in the candlelight.

A low fire crackled in the marble hearth, casting a golden hue across the polished stone floor, and the faint scent of lavender and sandalwood lingered in the air, soothing and inviting.

The balcony doors were cracked open, letting in a cool night breeze that rustled the sheer drapes and carried the distant chirping of crickets into the room.

Gon’s stormy gray eyes flicked toward the bed, where Ana and Elsa waited, their presence a balm to his weary body.

The two women had been his maids for years, their loyalty and care a constant in his life, but recently, their relationship had deepened into something far more intimate, something forbidden and thrilling.

They had become his concubines, a secret shared only within these walls, and tonight, their eagerness was palpable.

They had missed him dearly during his long hours of training, and neither had been willing to wait her turn.

They wanted him together, and the thought sent a spark of heat through Gon’s core, dulling the ache in his muscles.

Ana sat perched on the edge of the bed, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders in glossy waves, framing her olive-toned skin and the generous curves of her body.

She wore a sheer silk chemise, the deep emerald fabric clinging to her breasts and hips, the hem riding high on her thighs.

Her dark eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and longing as she watched him, her full lips parted slightly in anticipation.

Beside her, Elsa was a vision of ethereal beauty, her platinum blonde hair falling in soft curls over her porcelain skin.

She wore a matching chemise in pale blue, the fabric so thin it was nearly translucent, revealing the delicate pink of her nipples beneath.

Her blue eyes were wide with desire, her fingers fidgeting in her lap as she bit her lower lip, barely containing her excitement.

"You’re back," Ana purred, her voice rich and sultry as she slid off the bed, her bare feet padding softly against the stone floor as she approached him. "We were starting to think you’d forgotten us."

Elsa followed, her movements graceful and eager, her curls bouncing slightly as she closed the distance.

"We missed you," she added, her voice softer but no less fervent, her hands reaching out to brush against his arm. "Training all day... you must be exhausted."

Gon chuckled, the sound low and rough as he pushed off the door, his muscles protesting faintly but his desire outweighing the discomfort.

"Exhausted, yes," he admitted, his gaze raking over them both, taking in the way the candlelight danced across their skin. "But I’d have to be dead to forget about you two." He reached out, his calloused hands finding Ana’s waist first, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his, the heat of her seeping through the thin fabric of her chemise.

Ana tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his in a teasing kiss, her breath warm and sweet with the faint taste of wine.

"Let us take care of you, then," she murmured against his mouth, her hands sliding up his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she deepened the kiss.

Her tongue flicked against his, coaxing a low groan from his throat as his hands tightened on her hips, the ache in his body fading beneath the rising tide of arousal.

Elsa pressed herself against his side, her softer curves molding to him as she nuzzled his neck, her lips trailing featherlight kisses along his jaw.

"We couldn’t wait," she whispered, her voice trembling with need as her hands roamed over his back, fingers kneading the tense muscles there. "We both wanted you... together."

The admission sent a jolt of heat straight to Gon’s boner, the bulge in his trousers growing painfully tight as he pulled back slightly to look at them both, his eyes dark with desire.

"Then together it is," he growled, his voice rough as he captured Elsa’s lips in a searing kiss, one hand tangling in her blonde curls while the other slid around Ana’s waist, pulling her closer still.

Their kisses deepened, a messy tangle of lips and tongues as they pressed themselves against him, their hands roaming eagerly over his body.

Ana’s fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers, loosening them just enough to slip her hand inside, her palm brushing against his boner through the thin fabric of his undergarments.

Gon groaned into Elsa’s mouth, his hips jerking slightly at the teasing touch, the heat of Ana’s hand sending sparks of pleasure through him.

Elsa broke the kiss, her breath ragged as she tugged at the hem of his sweat-soaked shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside.

Her hands immediately returned to his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin as she leaned down to press a kiss to his collarbone, then lower, her lips brushing against the taut muscle of his pectoral.

"You’re so tense," she murmured, her voice laced with concern as she kissed her way to his nipple, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bud.

Gon hissed at the sensation, his head tipping back as Ana’s hand wrapped more firmly around his boner, stroking him slowly through the fabric.

"You’re going to kill me," he muttered, his voice strained as he reached for Elsa, his fingers tangling in her hair to guide her closer.

She obliged, her lips closing around his nipple, sucking gently as her tongue swirled, drawing a low moan from his throat.

Ana chuckled against his neck, her teeth grazing his pulse point as her free hand slid up to his other nipple, pinching it lightly between her fingers.

"Not yet," she teased, her voice dripping with promise as she continued to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate, designed to drive him wild without pushing him over the edge. "We’ve only just started."