Gon's Harem System
Chapter 133: Meeting Celia 2 (18+)

Chapter 133: Meeting Celia 2 (18+)

He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue finding her with a hunger that bordered on worship.

"Ohh, Gon!" she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as he licked her, slow and deliberate, savoring the slick heat of her core against his tongue.

His fingers joined in, slipping inside her with ease, curling and thrusting in time with his licks.

"Ahh... yes," she groaned, her voice breaking as her body arched against the wall, her hips rocking into his mouth, chasing the waves of pleasure rippling through her.

He growled against her, a muffled "Nngh," and sucked gently on her most sensitive spot, his fingers pumping faster.

Her thighs quaked, her core clenching around him, and with a ragged, "Oh, gods, Gon!" she came undone, her release flooding his senses as he lapped at her, drawing out every shudder until she sagged against the wall, breathless and spent.

But he wasn’t finished.

Rising, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and pulled her into his arms, kissing her fiercely.

She moaned into his mouth, a soft "Mmm," tasting herself on his tongue, and he spun her around, pressing her chest-first against the wall.

"More," he grunted, yanking his breeches down to free his throbbing rod.

He nudged her legs apart, guiding himself to her core, and thrust in with a deep, guttural "Nngh!"

"Ahh!" Celia cried out, her hands splaying against the stone as he filled her, the stretch of his rod sending a jolt of exquisite heat through her.

He gripped her hips, slamming into her with a steady rhythm, each thrust punctuated by his low, "Nngh," and her answering, "Ohh, yes!"

The sensation of her tight, wet core gripping him drove him wild, every slide a delicious friction that made his head spin.

He shifted then, pulling her away from the wall and toward a nearby ledge, a flat, elevated surface where the corridor widened, once used to hold decorative urns now long gone.

"Bend over," he growled, and she obeyed, her slim body folding forward, her moderate breasts pressing against the cool stone.

He grabbed one of her legs, lifting it high, her knee hooking over the edge, and slammed into her again, deeper this time.

"Gon! Ohh, fuck!" she moaned loudly, the new angle amplifying every thrust, his rod hitting spots that made her vision blur with pleasure.

He thrust harder, his hips snapping against her ass, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing faintly in the alcove.

"Nngh, Celia," he groaned, his fingers digging into her thigh, the tight heat of her core pushing him closer to the edge.

She reveled in it, the fullness, the relentless pace, the way his roughness made her feel alive.

He slowed for a moment, pulling out with a wet sound, and turned her to face him.

"Up," he grunted, lifting her effortlessly until her legs wrapped around his waist, one hooking tight around his hip.

He thrust back in, standing now, and she gasped, "Ohh, yes!" as he drove into her, her back pressed against the tapestry.

The position let her feel every inch of him, his rod stroking her core with a delicious pressure that had her moaning, "Gon... ahh, so good!"

He groaned in response, "Nngh, you’re so tight," the strain of holding her up only heightening the raw intensity coursing through him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, her breaths coming in sharp pants as he pounded into her, the friction building a fire in her belly.

"More... ohh, please!" she begged, and he obliged, his thrusts growing erratic as he chased their mutual release.

But he wasn’t done exploring her yet.

He pulled out again, his rod slick and aching, and guided her back to the ledge.

"Lie down," he rasped, helping her onto her back, her dark hair fanning out against the stone.

He lifted her legs, draping them over his shoulders, and entered her again with a slow, deep thrust, groaning, "Nngh, fuck, you’re perfect."

"Ohh, Gon!" she cried, the position driving him impossibly deep, her core stretched tight around him, every nerve alight with pleasure.

He leaned forward, folding her beneath him, and began to thrust, his hips rolling with a steady, powerful rhythm.

"Ahh... yes, harder!" she moaned, her voice trembling as the angle sent shocks of ecstasy through her, her toes curling over his shoulders.

He growled, "Nngh, so good," and picked up the pace, slamming into her, the ledge creaking under their weight, her gasps and his grunts filling the alcove.

She clutched at the stone, overwhelmed by the intensity, the way his rod filled her completely, pushing her toward another peak.

Lowering her legs, he sat back, pulling her atop him.

"Ride me," he rasped, and she straddled him, sinking onto his rod with a long, "Ahhh!"

She rolled her hips, taking him deep, her moderate breasts bouncing as she moved.

"Ohh, Gon, you feel... nngh, so big," she groaned, the sensation of controlling the pace sending shivers up her spine.

He gripped her hips, thrusting up to meet her, his "Nngh, fuck, Celia!" mingling with her moans as their rhythm synced, the pleasure a shared, electric current.

Her core fluttered around him, every bounce driving them both wild, the heat and pressure coiling tighter with each motion.

Finally, he felt the edge approaching, his rod pulsing inside her.

"Celia," he gasped, pulling her off abruptly.

She turned, her dark eyes wild with lust, and dropped to her knees before he could ask.

Wrapping her lips around him, she took him deep, her tongue swirling, and he groaned, "Ohh, fuck, yes!" as his hands fisted in her hair.

With a final, shuddering thrust, he came, spilling into her mouth with a loud, "Nngh!"

She swallowed greedily, her soft "Mmm" vibrating against him, savoring the hot, salty taste as she milked every drop until he was spent.

Panting, he pulled her up, kissing her hard, tasting himself on her lips.

The sconces’ light flickered faintly in the distance, but here, in the shadowed alcove, it was just them, two bodies tangled in the heat of the night, their breaths mingling in the quiet.