Gon's Harem System
Chapter 159: Shut up 2 (18+)

Chapter 159: Shut up 2 (18+)

"Shut up," she growled, her voice rough with defiance, yanking him back to her mouth with a fist in his hair, kissing him hard enough to bruise.

Her lips were relentless, pressing into his with a force that made his head spin, he let her take the lead for a heartbeat, then pushed back, shoving her dress up her thighs with impatient hands, fingers finding the edge of her undergarments.

He slipped beneath the fabric, brushing her core, warm, wet, slick with want despite the venom she’d spat earlier, she tensed, a sharp "nnh" breaking from her throat before her body melted into it, her legs parting wider to give him room.

Her heat coated his fingertips as he teased her, tracing her folds slow and deliberate, feeling her quiver under the touch.

"All this for a fluke?" he said, smirking against her lips, the words half-muffled by their kiss.

She groaned, "ugh, fuck," a raw, frustrated sound, her hand clamping his wrist, urging him deeper with a desperate edge.

He didn’t tease long, slid one finger in, then two, curling them into her tight, pulsing core, feeling her grip him as he pumped slow and steady, building her up.

Her head tipped back, breaking the kiss, thudding against the wood as her moans, "oh, ohh," spilled out faster, louder, bouncing off the hallway’s walls.

Her breath hitched with every thrust of his fingers, her hips shifting to meet him.

He pressed his thumb to her clit, circling the sensitive bud, she bucked, "ahh!", a sharp cry escaping as her hips rocked harder into his hand, chasing the rhythm he set.

Her core clenched around him, wet and needy, he felt the power in it, her unraveling under him, despite all her talk.

Gon leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Louder," he muttered, voice a rough command, and thrust his fingers harder, deeper, feeling her shudder in his grasp.

She obliged, "nngh, yes," her voice raw and breaking, her core tightening as he pushed her toward the edge.

His free hand braced the wall beside her head, caging her in, his rod throbbing painfully in his pants as she writhed against him, her body a live wire.

She was close, he could tell, her breaths turning to gasps, her thighs trembling, then she broke, a sharp "oh fuck!" bursting from her lips as her core pulsed hard around his fingers, soaking them with her release.

He kept moving, dragging it out, her moans, "mm, ahh," softening into shaky whimpers as she slumped against the wall, chest heaving.

She panted, eyes half-lidded, sweat beading on her brow, the fire in her wasn’t gone.

Her hands shot to his belt, fumbling with the buckle in quick, shaky pulls, her fingers brushing his rod through the fabric.

"Your turn," she said, voice wrecked but firm, a challenge still laced in it.

He didn’t argue, helped her shove his pants down past his hips, his rod springing free, hard and heavy in the cool air.

She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slow at first, testing his length, he groaned, "ngh," head dropping to her shoulder as the heat of her grip sank into him.

Her touch was firm, slick with her own release, she guided him, shifting her hips to line him up with her dripping core.

He pressed in, slow at first, the head of his rod parting her swollen folds, sinking into her tight, wet heat.

She was still fluttering from her climax, he gritted his teeth, "fuck," easing deeper, feeling her stretch around him.

She moaned, "ohh," long and low, her legs wrapping his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him in with a force that made him hiss.

He thrust, shallow at first, then full, burying himself to the hilt, her core gripping him tight.

"Shit," he rasped, the sensation overwhelming, she laughed, breathy, ragged, "not bad," her nails clawing his back through his tunic as he started a rhythm, steady but building, each move rocking her against the wall.

Her hips rolled to meet him, taking him deeper, her moans, "mm, yes," spurring him on, a desperate edge to them now.

He gripped her thighs, lifting her higher, pinning her fully to the wall as he thrust harder, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the quiet hallway, a stark contrast to the muffled voices of the lords below.

She clung to him, one hand fisting his hair, the other raking his shoulders, her core clenching each time he hit deep inside her.

"Harder," she gasped, voice breaking on the word, he growled, "ngh," slamming into her with force, the wall creaking under the impact, her moans, "ahh, fuck, yes," ringing out with every brutal drive.

He sucked at her neck, leaving a mark this time, tasting the salt of her skin as he pounded her core relentlessly.

She was loud now, "oh, Gon, fuck," his name slipping free in a cracked, unguarded cry, it pushed him closer, heat coiling tight in his gut.

Her legs tightened around him, heels pressing harder, her breaths turning to wild cries, "nnh, ahh!", he felt her climb again, her core gripping his rod like a vise, pulling him in.

She shattered, "yes, fuck, yes!", convulsing around him, her release hot and wet, soaking him as she trembled.

He couldn’t hold back, thrust deep, once, twice, and came, "ngh, shit," spilling into her, his rod pulsing hard as he rode out the blinding wave, legs shaking but holding them up.

They stayed locked together, panting, her core still fluttering faintly around him, a soft aftershock.

He eased her down slow, her feet hitting the floor with a quiet thud, she didn’t push him off, not yet.

She leaned against the wall, dress tangled around her hips, hair wild and sticking to her sweat-damp face, staring at him with something sharp and unreadable in her eyes.

"Don’t get cocky," she croaked, voice hoarse from her cries, he smirked, yanking his pants up over his hips, still catching his breath.

"Too late," he said, his tone smug, she huffed, a weak sound, she didn’t argue.