Gon's Harem System
Chapter 139: Less seed than normal (18+)

Chapter 139: Less seed than normal (18+)

The air between them crackled with unspoken anticipation as she stood, waiting for his next move.

"Turn around," he instructed, his tone leaving no room for pause.

She pivoted, her hands instinctively finding the edge of the table.

She bent forward, resting her weight on her forearms, her body naturally falling into a standing doggystyle position.

The cool wood pressed against her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from Gon behind her.

She arched her back slightly, offering herself to him, her breath hitching as she felt his presence close in.

Gon stepped forward, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive steadiness.

He entered her again, slow at first, letting the sensation build.

A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he felt her tightness envelop him, the pleasure hitting him in waves.

She moaned loudly, the sound spilling from her lips unchecked, raw and unrestrained.

"Oh, God," she gasped, her voice trembling as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and powerful.

The rhythm quickened, and her moans grew louder, a symphony of ecstasy filling the room.

"Oh... yes..." she whimpered, her fingers curling against the table’s edge as her body rocked with his.

The friction, the heat, the way he filled her, it sent shudders of delight coursing through her.

Every nerve felt alive, sparking with pleasure that bordered on overwhelming.

Her legs quivered, but the table held her steady, anchoring her as she surrendered to the sensation.

Gon’s pleasure mirrored hers, a primal satisfaction surging through him with every thrust.

He groaned again, the sound rough and deep, vibrating against her skin as he leaned closer.

The way she responded, her moans, her body trembling beneath him, only fueled his desire.

It was intoxicating, the way she took him, the way she gave herself so completely.

His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her back to meet him, each movement driving them both higher.

He dipped his head, lips brushing the soft curve of her neck.

She tilted her head instinctively, giving him access, and he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss against her skin.

Her moan spiked, sharp and needy, as his teeth grazed her, then bit down gently.

The sting mingled with the pleasure, sending a fresh jolt through her.

"Oh!" she cried, her voice breaking as another wave crashed over her.

He sucked lightly, tasting the salt of her skin, his groan muffled against her as he felt her pulse beneath his lips.

A fleeting thought flickered through his mind as he marked her: a hickey would bloom there, dark and undeniable, by morning.

She’d face questions from the other maids, their curious eyes narrowing as they pieced it together.

The idea sent a thrill through him, a mix of pride and possessiveness.

He imagined her flustered excuses, the way she’d blush trying to explain it away, and it only spurred him on.

Her moans grew frantic, a crescendo of "Oh, yes... please... don’t stop..." spilling from her as the pleasure built to a peak.

His groans matched her intensity, rough and unrestrained, as he chased his own release.

The table creaked faintly under her grip, the room filled with the sounds of their shared ecstasy.

His lips lingered on her neck, the fresh mark a silent claim, as they moved together, lost in the raw, electric connection binding them in that moment.

Gon’s hands slid up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust into her with unrelenting rhythm.

The air was thick with their mingled breaths, her moans echoing off the walls in a desperate, pleading cadence.

He tightened his grip, pulling her hair back sharply, tilting her head so her neck arched beautifully under the dim light.

She gasped, a sharp "Ah!" escaping her lips, the sudden tug amplifying the heat surging through her body.

Her standing position at the table’s edge wavered as he drove deeper, each movement sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Gon’s other hand roamed forward, finding her chest.

His fingers brushed her nipple, then twisted it with a firm, deliberate pinch.

The sensation was electric, a mix of sting and ecstasy that made her cry out louder.

"Ahh... oh, Uhmm..." she moaned, her voice breaking as her body trembled under his touch.

Her fingers clawed at the table, nails scraping the wood as her second orgasm hit like a tidal wave.

Her body tensed, shuddering violently as waves of bliss crashed over her, her inner walls clenching tight around him.

The intensity was almost too much, her legs buckling slightly, but the table held her steady.

Gon groaned deeply, the sound raw and primal, as her tightness gripped him.

The sudden constriction pushed him over the edge, his own release surging forward.

"Fuck..." he growled, his voice rough with strain as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

Her orgasm milked him, drawing out every pulse of his climax.

The sensation was sharp, almost blinding, his hips jerking with each wave until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

He pulled out quickly, his breath ragged, chest heaving as he stepped back.

His cum glistened faintly in the low light, less than usual, a testament to the fact that he’d already spent himself multiple times that day.

It dribbled onto the floor, a small, fleeting mark of their encounter, his body still buzzing from the high but noticeably drained.

He wiped a hand across his brow, catching his breath as the aftershocks rippled through him.

She slumped against the table, panting, her body still trembling from the intensity of her release.

Her hair, now a tousled mess from his grip, fell over her shoulders as she tried to steady herself.

The system chimed, a sound Gon found beautiful.

{Woman conquered, +20xp}

The notification flashed briefly in his awareness, a small surge of satisfaction accompanying it.

He smirked faintly, the corners of his lips twitching as he registered the reward.

He glanced at her, still catching her breath, her body lax against the table’s edge.

The marks on her skin, reddened nipples, the faint pull of her scalp, were temporary badges of their intensity.

His own pulse slowed, the rush fading into a dull hum as he stood there, hands resting on his hips.