Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 169: On all fours

Chapter 169: On all fours

They didn’t stop.

They kept kissing, with their lips locked in a heated press, and tongues sliding against each other with wet slides and sucks.

Celeste’s hands shifted from his face to his neck, her fingers digging into the skin there as she clung tighter.

Elion was still standing in front of her, leaning slightly over the couch, so she pulled herself up using his solid frame, rising from the couch with a smooth lift.

He instinctively steadied her, his hands moving to her waist as she closed the small distance between them completely.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as she climbed him, her thighs squeezed his sides, and her ankles crossed behind his back to lock in place.

Her arms tightened around his neck, and her fingers threaded into the back of his collar as the kiss grew more heated.

There was a soft sound against his lips, a breath, almost a faint moan, quickly swallowed by the kiss itself.

Her mouth opened wider to take more of him, sucking on his tongue while her breath came in hot puffs against his cheek.

Elion adjusted his grip, supporting her weight easily.

Since she was so petite and small for a woman her age, Elion had no trouble bearing her weight.

He supported her effortlessly, his hands slid down to grab handfuls of her small ass. He squeezed the soft flesh, his fingers sinking into the impossible softness that stayed tight and taut under his touch.

She had the smallest ass of all the women he had touched, but it compensated with its perkiness, the way it bounced back firm and round against his palms and fingers.

He started kneading her small buns, molding the cheeks into shapes he wanted, spreading them slightly, then pressing them together, his thumbs pressing into the cleft through her clothes.

“Ahhhh…”

Celeste moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips—”Mmmph…”—her body shuddering in his hold.

Her hips rocked forward instinctively, grinding herself against his abdomen.

She clung to him without hesitation now, her earlier restraint completely gone. The elegant, composed Celeste from earlier was nowhere to be seen.

It was like she was a completely different person now.

Since Elion was almost twice her size now, the way she clung to him made her look like a koala hanging onto a tree.

His hands moved from her ass to her back, his fingers tracing along the smooth fabric of her dress.

He found the zipper hidden beneath the lace and paused for just a second before slowly pulling it down.

The soft sound of the zipper sliding filled the quiet room.

Just as it reached halfway down her back, exposing a sliver of her pale skin, the strap of her bra, and the curve of her shoulder blades, a sharp knock came at the door.

Knock. Knock.

They both froze instantly.

The kiss broke. They pulled their lips apart with a wet smack, breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Celeste blinked, her mind catching up with reality. She suddenly became very aware of the position she was in — practically wrapped around him like some animal in heat.

Her face turned bright red.

She quickly untangled herself from him and stepped down, smoothing her dress in a hurry.

Her fingers fumbled briefly as she pulled her zipper back up, then ran her hands over the fabric to make sure everything looked proper.

Elion did little to fix his appearance; he cleared his throat and adjusted his collar, trying to look less disheveled. He walked back to his seat across from her and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Celeste took her own seat as she straightened her back.

“Come in,” she said, clearing her throat again, and crossing her legs tightly to hide the dampness between her thighs.

The door opened.

The same woman who had led them upstairs stepped inside. She bowed lightly to Celeste before lifting her head.

Her eyes flicked between the two of them.

There was a faint hint of surprise when she noticed their flushed cheeks and slightly messy appearance. But she quickly masked it.

’Not my place to question,’ her expression seemed to say.

She maintained a polite smile.

“I hope everything was satisfactory,” she said calmly.

Celeste nodded calmly at the woman. “The food was lovely.”

Elion gave a polite nod as well. “Yes, it was great.”

The waiter acknowledged Celeste with a respectful smile.

Elion, however, was ignored completely.

He noticed.

And he didn’t hide his disappointment.

But then—

Celeste did something that made his brows lift slightly.

She looked at the name tag on the woman’s chest.

“Is there a problem, Genevieve?” Celeste asked evenly. “Do you have a problem with my partner?”

The woman flinched.

But she recovered quickly.

“Have I done something to offend madam?” she asked, her tone controlled.

Celeste frowned faintly.

“So you’re still pretending you weren’t completely disregarding him?” she asked lightly.

Genevieve bowed at once. “I’m sorry if my actions angered you.”

“Apologise,” Celeste said clearly.

The woman hesitated for a fraction of a second before turning toward Elion.

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” Celeste said calmly. “Not like that.”

Genevieve’s shoulders tensed.

“On your knees.”

The room went quiet.

The woman stiffened. It wasn’t clear if it was fear or anger that made her tremble. After a moment, she lowered herself slowly to her knees.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting sir,” she said.

Elion was about to wave it off.

But Celeste spoke again.

“On all fours.”

Genevieve’s head jerked up slightly in disbelief. Tears gathered in her eyes. Her face flushed deeply with humiliation.

For a second, she didn’t move.

“Did I stutter?” Celeste asked calmly.

Slowly, Genevieve turned toward Elion and lowered herself fully, hands touching the floor. Her voice trembled.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you, sir.”

Tears fell onto the ground.

She kept her head down, waiting.

Elion sighed quietly to himself.

’Serves her right,’ he thought, though a small part of him did feel a little bit sorry for her; she probably meant no ill will.

He glanced at Celeste to see if she was satisfied this time.

She was watching him now, a faint smile on her lips.

“It’s fine,” Elion said lightly. “You can get up.”

Genevieve rose slowly, keeping her head bowed and her eyes looking down at the floor; she calmed her expression carefully despite her reddened eyes.

Celeste leaned back into her seat as she looked at Genevieve. She looked like she was very satisfied with herself.

“You may go,” she said. “We know our way. We’ll see ourselves out when we are done here.”

Genevieve bowed once, then turned and left without another word. She did not look back, nor did she ask if they planned to stay longer.

The door closed quietly behind her.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know,” Elion said softly, though he was smiling.

“But I wanted to,” Celeste replied. There was a faint red tint on her ears. “I’ve decided to change your status. You are no longer my unofficial mate. You are now my temporary official mate… until I say otherwise. And noone is allowed to insult you while you hold that position.”

“Oh?” Elion said smoothly. “Are you sure that’s all you want, Celeste?”

“Yes,” she answered at once. “And I will be the one in charge in this relationship.”

“Hmmm,” Elion hummed, tapping his thigh lightly. “It didn’t feel like that just now. You were hanging onto me like you didn’t want to let go.”

Celeste’s blush deepened instantly. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just got caught up in the heat of the moment. And don’t even think about saying no.”

Elion laughed softly. “Who said anything about saying no? I feel like I keep repeating myself, but let me say it again. I would be honored to be your mate, Celeste.”

“Good,” she huffed.

But before she could settle back into her composure, Elion stepped toward her again. Slowly and calmly.

“If you think you’re the alpha in this relationship,” he said lightly, stopping in front of her, “if you think you’re the predator, my dear Celeste…”

He lifted her chin again and looked directly into her red eyes, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Then you’re mistaken. Sooner or later, you’ll find out…”

His voice dropped slightly.

“You’re the prey. And I’m the predator.”

Celeste’s blush spread across her cheeks as she folded her arms beneath her ample breasts and puffed her cheeks in a pout.

Elion chuckled. “Pouting, are we? How cute.”

He gently squeezed her cheeks, forcing her lips to purse even more. Then he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against her lips again.