SSS Ranked Summoning: I'm An Extra With The Strongest Harem System
Chapter 72: Gina, The Elf Queen(3)[R18+]

Chapter 72: Gina, The Elf Queen(3)[R18+]

Gina’s eye’s, soft yet unwavering, held Mikey in place, as though the weight of her gaze alone could draw him near.

Mikey’s breath caught. His heartbeat pulsed through his fingertips, each thud echoing like a distant drum in his ears.

Her presence—divine, feminine, cloaked in mystery—was overwhelming. For a second, his mind went blank. Then, he made his decision.

’Okay... here we go.’

He stepped forward.

One foot. Then another. The sound of his footsteps was absorbed by the plush carpet beneath.

When he reached the edge of the bed, his knees pressed gently into the mattress. The fabric sank slightly under his weight as he crawled forward, deliberate and slow.

He moved as though the moment might shatter if he rushed it, as though she might vanish into starlight.

He laid beside her. Not touching her yet. Just close enough that their warmth mingled in the air.

Mikey’s eyes met hers, their gaze speaking what his lips could not. His voice came low, nearly a whisper, almost as though it were meant only for the space between them.

"So..."

Her lips curled into a faint, teasing smile. Her voice danced like wind chimes in summer.

"Is this... some kind of weird kink of yours?"

He chuckled. It was soft, genuine. His hand reached out, almost without his permission, and touched the edge of her hair. Slowly, reverently, he traced a path from the crown of her head, down to her chin. Her skin was warm, like satin warmed by morning sun.

He was trying—failing—to keep composure.

"I think... maybe." he murmured, eyes still locked with hers.

"Honestly, I’m just... enjoying the moment."

She raised an eyebrow, a single gesture that felt like a thousand words.

"Ohh...Is that the kind of man you are?"

She smiled as her eyes remained with his, lost in the sharp colors of his eyes.

His voice dipped again, intimate and low.

"Hehe...Oh my..." He leaned closer, his lips nearly grazing her cheek.

"You truly do look breathtaking tonight, Gina."

She turned her face, letting their noses nearly touch.

"Hmm....it’s lady Gina to you...well... That so? You finally noticed."

He chuckled again, this time more hushed, his hand slipping higher to brush her cheek.

"Noticed? I noticed the moment you walked in. I’m just... struggling to keep up.

Her breath hitched slightly. Her lips parted, but no words came yet.

His hand moved, slowly, sliding down the curve of her body, until it found the soft rise of her breast beneath the fabric of her garment. His touch was gentle, hesitant at first—like someone cherishing a fragile treasure.

He cupped her breast with a reverence that sent a shiver down his spine.

She didn’t stop him. In fact, she moved closer. Just a breath. Just enough to let him know she welcomed it.

’god...’ he thought

’ I’d forgotten how soft her breasts felt.’

His fingers brushed the delicate flesh, massaging with slow, circular movements. The warmth of her skin, the subtle quickening of her breath, the way her chest lifted slightly toward him—all of it made his own heart pound harder.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Mmmm..."

He leaned in closer, lips only inches from hers. His breath warm on her skin.

"Do you like that, Gina?" he asked, his voice a velvet murmur.

She hesitated, her eyes slowly lifting back to meet his.

"It... it feels nice." she said, her voice catching somewhere between pleasure and restraint.

His smile deepened, his thumb brushing lightly over the peak of her breast.

"How about this..." he whispered.

His hand began to trail lower, gliding over her stomach, down to the soft curve of her hips. With practiced care, his fingers found the hem of her garment. He paused. She didn’t stop him.

His hand slipped lower, past the thin cloth, until it rested against her—warm and already damp with need.

He didn’t rush.

He just... stayed there.

His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, tracing her through the soft folds, drawing out shudders from her lips and waves of tension from her spine.

She gasped softly, her back arching.

"Ohhhh yess..." she moaned softly.

He said nothing. Words felt useless now. His mouth, driven by instinct and affection, moved downward, his lips pressing against her navel, then lower still.

His hand moved with quiet purpose, sliding along her curves with the kind of confidence born from deep, aching desire. Fingers found the clasp of her lingerie, and with a practiced flick, it came undone. He didn’t rush. Instead, he lingered—teasing the strap down her shoulder, letting it slip with a slow drag of silk against skin, until one cup fell away, baring her to him.

His gaze darkened the moment her breast was revealed, the dusky light casting a soft sheen over her skin. Her nipple, flushed a delicate pink, stood firm—glistening with anticipation. He stared, captivated, as if her body had just whispered something sacred. His thumb brushed over it, featherlight, and the soft gasp that left her lips sent heat spiraling through him.

Leaning in, he kissed the exposed skin first—trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses around the curve of her breast, deliberately avoiding the peak until she arched for more. Only then did he take her into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder, his tongue flicking over her with sinful devotion. Every breath she took was laced with need now, every moan a soft plea—and he was only just beginning.

He gripped her freed breast with a slow, deliberate hunger, fingers sinking into her soft flesh as his thumb lazily circled her swollen nipple. The heat between them thickened as he lowered his head, breath ghosting over her skin before his mouth claimed her—wet, warm, and possessive.

His tongue flicked, swirled, then flattened against the sensitive peak as he sucked her in, lips sealing around her like he couldn’t get enough. He devoured her slowly, savoring every tremble of her body, every gasp that slipped past her lips, while his hand kneaded her supple breast in rhythm with the wicked strokes of his tongue—each motion coaxing her deeper into the haze of pleasure he was weaving around her.

Her breath stuttered. Her hand moved to his head, fingers threading through his hair. She pulled him close—closer—urging him without words.

He obeyed.

His mouth pressed against her skin, then lower, until all he could feel, smell, and taste was her. She moaned, the sound rich and genuine, her hips tilting to meet his hand, his lips.

"Mmmm..."

His right hand remained above, still massaging, teasing, squeezing gently.

His other hand, however, slid lower, fingers slipping inside her lingerie, meeting her now pulsating vulva.

She was trembling now, her body moving in rhythm with his, her moans building in volume and urgency.

"Yes... ohh... just like that... please..."

He didn’t stop.

His mouth and fingers moved in tandem, each stroke purposeful, each caress designed to worship, not consume. But he was falling, too. Her pleasure pulled him in, made him desperate to give more.

’So this is what she likes.’ he thought.

’She’s incredible...’

The wetness coated his fingers, her scent intoxicating. Her moans turned into whimpers, into gasps, into sounds that made every nerve in his body ignite.

He thrust his fingers into her the more, slower this time, curling them just right, watching as her eyes rolled back and her grip on his head tightened.

"MMmm... I—"

She was breathless. Her face flushed. Her body trembling.

He looked into her eyes, his own breath shaky, chest rising and falling.

Then she reached up.

She pulled him into a kiss.

Not a soft one.

It was needy. Fierce. Tongues dancing, lips crashing, breath stolen and shared.

Her hands roamed over his back, his chest. The kiss deepened. Grew.

When they parted, she leaned in, her voice hoarse and sultry.

"I want you. I want you now, Mikey."

The words shattered the last remnants of his control..

Following that, she adjusted her posture, resulting in Mikey rising, just a bit, enough to see her sitting up, hands moving down.

She reached for the edge of her garment and, in one graceful motion, pulled it over her head.

The fabric fell to the floor like petals.

Her breasts swayed with each graceful movement, full and flawless, the soft bounce hypnotic in the golden light that kissed her glowing skin. She was radiant—flesh and fire, every inch of her crafted to tempt. His gaze roamed greedily, tracing the elegant slope of her collarbone, the taut peaks of her nipples begging for attention, the curves of her hips that seemed made to be held.

She moved like a dream he’d once dared to touch, now made real—goddess and temptation wrapped in one sinful, breathtaking form. Every shadow clung to her like a lover, and he could do nothing but stare, hard and aching, as need coiled tighter with every second she remained just out of reach.

She leaned back again, arms open.

She was completely his.

And he was ready to dive in.

But still, there was one lingering thought which left him a tad bit abacked in his action- now was the time for him to get nude, and God knows how that ended last time.

And so, in one gentle stride, he rose from the bed and took his trousers down with one pull, revealing his fully hardened, pulsating cock.

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