Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 168: Like an Aphrodisiac

Chapter 168: Like an Aphrodisiac

Their lips touched only briefly, but it was enough to send her reeling. Celeste froze completely.

Her mind went blank. Her ears turned bright red. Her breath caught in her throat. The world around her seemed to disappear.

And then, Elion stopped teasing her. he stole her lips in a full kiss. Their lips pressed together fully.

Her lips felt…Soft and ice cold.

Elion’s lips touched hers lightly at first, a simple brush of his warmth against her wet, cold, blood-red lips.

The contact was soft and tentative, like the first drop of rain on parched skin. Celeste’s body tensed, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the heat from his mouth seep into her chill.

He stayed like that for a few seconds, pressing just enough to feel the cool wetness of her lips yielding slightly under his.

Then, his tongue pushed forward, prying at the seam of her pursed mouth. She resisted, keeping her lips clamped tight.

A small whimper escaped her throat—”Mmmph…”—as she tried to hold him back. Her hands clutched at the edge of the couch, moved to push away his strong arms, her knuckles whitening from the strain, but Elion didn’t stop.

He angled his head, deepening the pressure, his tongue sliding along her lower lip until she gasped, the barrier breaking.

Her mouth opened just a fraction, and he surged in, the wet heat of his mouth meeting the surprising warmth inside hers.

Unlike her icy lips, the inside of her mouth and her saliva felt warm and inviting, coating his lips and tongue as it explored the uncharted depths.

He felt the sharp edges of her vampire canines graze his tongue, a thrilling scrape that sent a shiver down his spine, but he pressed on, swirling his tongue through the velvet cavern of her mouth.

Celeste stayed stiff, frozen in place, her mind reeling from the invasion. She couldn’t process it—the slick slide, the bold intrusion—it made her body go rigid as stone.

Elion’s tongue danced deeper, seeking out her small one, coiling around it in a playful battle, and tugging gently to draw a reaction.

But she made no move to reciprocate the kiss; her breath came in shallow pants against his cheek.

He realized then, in the midst of the tangle, that she had no experience with this.

Zero.

Her innocence hit him like a spark, and he activated sinful touch, letting the warmth pulse from his lips into hers.

It spread instantly, like a gentle fire igniting through her cold veins, chasing away the frost from her core.

Celeste’s cheeks burned hotter, a deep flush creeping down her neck. The warmth bloomed lower, too; her nipples tightened into hard peaks against the fabric of her dress.

Between her thighs, her most treasured place stirred, and a slow trickle of warm wetness gathered there, soaking into her as the pleasure gathered.

She couldn’t hold back anymore. A soft moan slipped out—”Ahh…”—vibrating against his tongue.

Her tiny red tongue twitched, then pushed forward tentatively, slipping into his mouth with growing boldness.

She returned the kiss now, aggressively in her newfound hunger, her tongue wrestling his with fierce little thrusts, tasting him back, exploring the heat she’d craved without knowing.

They both tasted the lingering taste of the red wine they had drunk from before

They kissed deeply, tongues tangling in a fierce exchange of spit that lasted a full minute.

The room filled with the wet smacks of their lips colliding, punctuated by their heavy breaths—”Hah… hah…”—and rasping out between presses.

What started as a simple kiss quickly grew more intense.

Saliva built up, slick and warm, starting to trickle down their chins in messy strings, mixing their tastes into a shared gloss that dripped onto their clothes.

Celeste’s restraint seemed to crumble little by little, until there was none left. Elion felt the shift immediately — she wasn’t just responding anymore. She was steadily taking control.

Celeste’s aggression capsized; Her canines grazed his lower lip. Then, a sharper nip. He felt the sting first, and then he tasted the iron tang of blood on his tongue.

She had bitten at Elion’s lower lip with her sharp canines, piercing the skin just enough to draw a bead of blood.

She froze for half a second, but the faint trace of his blood only seemed to affect her more. Her breathing deepened into a shuddering moan.

He groaned in pain—”Nngh…”—the sting was sharp.

Blood welled up, metallic and hot, blending into the wetness of their mouths as she latched on.

She started sucking at the tiny prick, drawing the crimson flow with greedy pulls—”Mmm…”—her tongue lapping it up.

The taste hit her like fire; his blood acted as an aphrodisiac, flooding her veins with raw need, making her core clench and her thighs press together.

Arousal spiked, her pussy growing slicker, and nipples straining harder against her clothes.

She took control then, her small hands fisting his shirt as she licked his lips clean, then plunged back into his mouth, swirling her tongue to savor every drop.

Slurp… slurp…

The sounds turned obscene, and her movements became more dominant, exploring him with hungry strokes.

’Wow’,

Elion thought, feeling the raw need in her kiss, ’that escalated fast.’

Every woman seemed to lose themselves when they got intimate with him.

And his blood was like pure lust fuel to Celeste, turning her from a stiff novice to feral in seconds.

His blood was clearly doing more to her than he had expected.

Only when their lungs burned for air did she pause, pulling her lips from his with a wet pop, a long string of saliva connecting their tongues.

She drew back, chest heaving—’Pant… pant…’—and so was he, both of them flushed and glistening.

Regret flickered in her crimson, unfocused eyes as if regretting having to stop for breath; her eyes stayed hazy for a while, then sharpened slowly as she regained her senses.

She stared at his wet lips, the smear of blood, the swollen spot where she’d bitten him, now looking puffy and red.

’Well, I completed my quest,’ Elion mused, bracing for the blush and tantrum he figured was coming as soon as she snapped out of it.

She did blush, her cheeks flaming in crimson, but no tantrum followed. She didn’t push him away as he had more than expected her to.

Instead, she stayed silent, her hands rising to cup his face by the sides near his ears, while her fingers trembled slightly.

“I don’t know what you are doing to me, but I like it.” She declared with a light, shy smile, then she yanked him forward, crashing their mouths together again.

’Huh?’

[Love metre reading – 42% – 69%]

Elion’s eyes widened slightly.

’Well, that was unexpected.’

He definitely wasn’t complaining.