Gon's Harem System
Chapter 81: Celia’s orgasm (18+)

Chapter 81: Celia’s orgasm (18+)

Celia’s body trembled with anticipation, her breaths quickening to a feverish rhythm as beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

Her legs, once so tightly clenched, now parted of their own accord, her body begging for the sweet release that Gon’s touch could provide.

In the back of her mind, a primal urge was growing, a desire that transcended the boundaries of inhibition, a need to be taken, to be possessed, to be made whole.

Gon, reveling in the sweet torture of delayed gratification, played with Celia’s body like a master musician would a finely tuned instrument, his fingers coaxing melodies of pleasure from her trembling limbs.

She had resisted him, her reluctance a challenge that he had savored, the thrill of the chase heightening the intensity of their moment.

And now, with her writhing beneath his touch, her body yielding to his every caress, he allowed himself to linger, to prolong the exquisite agony of anticipation.

It was his turn to take control, to push her to the edge with slow, deliberate touches that left her breathless.

Besides, he had no idea just how deeply she had given herself over to him, how completely she craved everything he was about to do.

If he moved too fast, she might be swept away by the intensity, left gasping and unsure.

Regret could creep in, shattering the fragile trust between them.

Gon, mindful of the delicate balance between desire and inhibition that existed within Celia’s body, slowed his movements, letting his hands glide across her skin like a gentle breeze, his touch a soothing balm that lulled her into a false sense of security.

With each caress, he drew closer to the center of her pleasure, his fingers lightly skimming across her hips, her thighs, the gentle curve of her waist, each touch a tantalizing promise of things to come.

Like a spider spinning its web of seduction, Gon wove a spell around Celia’s body, his touches both subtle and alluring, his every movement calculated to keep her on the edge of pleasure without pushing her too far, too soon.

He knew that the longer he prolonged the experience, the more intoxicated she would become with desire, her resistance melting away as her body surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch.

With a patience, Gon traced his fingertips up the length of Celia’s thighs, his movements languid and unhurried, the fabric of her gown bunching up beneath his touch.

The heat of his hands against her skin sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, each motion a delicious tease that left her writhing and gasping with need.

His fingers, like delicate feathers, teased and tickled their way along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, their every touch a whispered promise of the ultimate pleasure that awaited her.

The pleasure was a beast that gnawed at Celia’s very soul, its claws digging deep into her body, her mind a prisoner to the sweet torment that Gon inflicted upon her.

With each touch, she felt herself falling deeper into a spiral of ecstasy, her body trembling with anticipation, her breath coming in short gasps that were a testament to the torture that consumed her.

As the intensity of her pleasure continued to build, Celia felt her body surrendering to the mercy of Gon’s expert touch, her head thrown back in a silent cry of ecstasy, her throat arching as she struggled to control the rising tide of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

Each gasp was a struggle for air, her lungs burning with the effort to breathe, her chest heaving with the force of her desire as her body burned with the flames of passion.

Like a climber reaching the apex of a mountain, Gon’s fingers finally reached the top of Celia’s thighs, their destination a mere inch away from the source of her pleasure.

With a final, teasing caress of her thighs, he let his fingers rise, their movements deliberate and precise as they inched closer to their goal.

Gon’s fingers, finally reaching the apex of Celia’s pleasure, met with the source of her desire, her core lips slick with the heat of her arousal.

He groaned softly, the sensation of her wetness and warmth electrifying his senses, the faintest gasp escaping from his lips as his fingers glided across her folds, teasing and tantalizing her sensitive flesh.

The wetness that coated his fingers was a testimony to her desire, the heat of her body a beacon that called to him, beckoning him to explore the depths of her pleasure.

Celia’s body was aflame, her core pulsing with a primal rhythm that throbbed in time with the beating of her heart.

She was a vessel of desire, every nerve ending alive and humming with anticipation as she waited for Gon’s next touch.

She knew that she was ready, her body trembling with need, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his touch with bated breath, a silent plea for fulfillment lingering on her lips.

The smirk on Gon’s lips was a small, private victory, a quiet celebration of his mastery over Celia’s body and desire.

His teeth grazed her neck, his tongue tracing delicate patterns against her skin as he switched sides, a strategic move that caught her off guard, her breath catching in her throat as he began to suck and bite her neck with renewed fervor.

The sensations that coursed through her body were a heady mix of pleasure and pain, each bite a reminder of his dominance, each suck a sweet surrender to his touch.

With a tenderness that belied the intense desire that coursed through his veins, Gon began to tease Celia’s core with his finger, tracing lazy circles around her sensitive flesh, his every motion a study in restraint and self-control.

Her core lips, slick with her arousal, quivered beneath his touch, each teasing caress driving her to the brink of ecstasy, her body aching for more, her moans growing more insistent as she writhed against his touch.

Gon’s finger, now wet with her arousal, continued to tease and tantalize the folds of Celia’s core, his every stroke a deliberate torture, a skilled tormentor that danced across her skin, each touch drawing her deeper into the vortex of desire that swirled around them.

As his fingers continued their seductive ballet, the air between them grew thicker with the scent of her arousal, the heat of their bodies merging into a single flame that threatened to consume them both.

Celia’s moans rose, the sound of her pleasure echoing through the stillness of the room, each breath a whispered plea for more.

Her thighs, taut and trembling with anticipation, clenched and unclenched in rhythm with Gon’s touch, her body a slave to the torment that he inflicted upon her.

"Uhhmm...ohh...ahhh," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need.

Celia’s grip on Gon’s shoulder tightened, her fingers digging into his flesh with a ferocity that belied the pleasure that coursed through her body.

Her nails, sharp and unrelenting, pressed deep into his skin, her hold a silent plea for him to end her torment, to fulfill the promise of ecstasy that his touch had awakened within her.

His shoulder, once sturdy and unyielding, now throbbed with a mixture of pain and pleasure as Celia’s grip tightened, her body arching against him in a wordless expression of need.

Like a key unlocking a secret door, Gon’s finger breached the barrier of Celia’s core, sliding easily into the slick, wet folds of her most intimate flesh.

Her gasp was sharp and sudden, her body arching in response to the sudden invasion, her thighs trembling with a mixture of pleasure and shock.

His finger moved slowly, deliberately, the heat of her core gripping him like a velvet vice, her muscles clenching around him in waves of pleasure that sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through her body.

Celia’s voice was a ragged whisper, her cries of pleasure betraying the depth of her desire as Gon’s finger continued to move within her, each stroke sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Ohh...Uhmm," she moaned, each breath coming faster and faster, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in air, her body trembling on the brink of ecstasy.

As Gon’s finger began to move faster and faster, plunging into her core with a reckless abandon, Celia’s body gave itself over to the mounting pleasure, her moans echoing throughout the room like a primal cry of ecstasy.

"Ahh...Uhmm~," she gasped, her head thrown back in abandon, her body arching against the touch of his hand, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the brink of an orgasmic explosion that threatened to consume her whole.

With deft precision, Gon slipped a second finger into Celia’s core, the added pressure igniting a firestorm of pleasure that coursed through her body like a raging inferno.

Her moans grew louder, more insistent, her hips bucking against his hand as his fingers thrust deeper, faster, each stroke a driving force that propelled her closer and closer to the peak of her desire.