Harem System In A fantasy World - Chapter 185: Did I do well?*

Chapter 185: Did I do well?*

The wet smacks of lips sliding off each other echoed softly in Celeste’s dimly lit room.

Elion and Celeste kissed deeply, their tongues tangling before breaking apart for ragged breaths, only to crash back together with renewed hunger.

Each time they pulled apart, it was only to catch their breath before leaning in again.

Celeste straddled Elion’s lap as he sat on the plush couch, her petite body pressed flush against his broader frame, her lace dress hiked up around her thighs.

His strong hands roamed from her slim waist down to her small ass cheeks. His fingers dug into the tight, impossibly soft flesh that filled his palms perfectly.

He squeezed hard, pulling her closer, grinding her hips down onto his with deliberate pressure, as a bulge began to form in his pants.

“Mmmmmm.” A soft moan escaped her lips into his mouth, muffled by the kiss, and her body trembled as sparks of pleasure shot through.

Her legs slowly wrapped tightly around his waist, locking them together as the kiss broke again with a wet pop, with strings of saliva connecting their wet lips.

Celeste blushed lightly, her pale cheeks flushing pink when she felt something hard and warm poking at the sensitive bridge between the soft buns of her ass.

She twisted slightly, glancing back over her shoulder with wide red eyes, spotting the thick outline straining painfully against the fabric of Elion’s pants.

With his hands supporting her waist, she raised herself up and slid to the floor, kneeling between his spread thighs.

Her trembling hand reached out, brushing tentatively over his erection through the pants, feeling the heat and pulse beneath.

She looked up at him shyly, her beautiful red eyes filled with innocent curiosity. “Does it… hurt when it’s hard like this?” she asked.

“A little bit, yes,” Elion replied with a warm smile, his hand gently stroking her hair. “You can take it out for me, Celeste.”

She nodded, steadying her shaky hand as she drew in a deep breath, steeling herself like she was facing a formidable foe.

A look of absolute focus crossed her delicate features, making Elion chuckle softly.

’You’d think she was preparing for a fight to the death or something,’ he thought, amused by her determination.

Her fingers fumbled with the button first, popping it open, then tugged at the zipper, pulling his pants down his muscular legs until they pooled at his ankles, leaving him in just his boxers.

The musky scent hit her immediately, stinging her sensitive nose slightly, but she didn’t pull away.

Elion’s thighs were strong and ripped, corded with muscle under smooth skin. She touched the warm flesh lightly with her fingertips, blushing deeper as the heat radiated into her cool skin.

Gathering more courage, she gripped the waistband of his boxers and gasped audibly before yanking them down in one swift motion.

Pah!

His long, thick, and veiny, stiff rod sprang free, slapping against her cheek with a soft thud before bobbing in the air.

Celeste flinched, closing her eyes instinctively, then cracked one open to peek.

“!!!”

Her gaze widened in absolute horror as she took in the full sight of the monstrosity, eleven inches of throbbing meat.

The head flushed with a lighter shade than the rest of it and was already leaking a bead of precum through the small crack.

Her plump red lips gaped open in shock as she let out a shuddering breath. “Is that… is that supposed to go… inside me?” she stammered, fear lacing her voice as she stared at the monstrous length.

Elion laughed. “Yes, Celeste. Where else is it supposed to go?”

“It won’t fit!” she protested, looking up at him with terror etched across her pale face, her small hands hovering uncertainly around his dick as if afraid it might really attack her.

“Don’t worry about that,” he soothed, brushing her cheek with his thumb, feeling her soft skin. “It will fit. Your little pussy will stretch for me, nice and tight.”

She blushed deeply at his crude words, the directness making her heart flutter with a mix of fear and excitement, but she nodded weakly anyway, though hesitation lingered in her eyes.

“You can touch it,” Elion encouraged gently.

She nodded again, bringing her trembling right hand forward to wrap around the base of his girth, just above his balls.

He groaned softly at the cool contact of her fingers, the sensation sending a jolt up his spine.

Her small right hand couldn’t even cover a quarter of the length, so she added her left hand as well, gripping higher, now holding about half his cock in her double grasp.

It twitched and pulsed hotly in her hold, the veins bulging even more under her palms as her breath grew heavier, coming in short pants.

“It’s so big,” she murmured, awe and worry mixing in her tone. “Is it supposed to be this big?”

Elion looked down at the erotic scene with a heated gaze. Her kneeling form, red eyes locked on his shaft, with his breath hitching.

THE princess Celeste was kneeling before his mighty rod. The feeling ignited a sense of accomplishment within him. He really had come far.

But he snuffed it out immediately. ’There’s still so much to be done.’ But damn, her hands felt so good wrapped around his dick like that.

He realized he’d forgotten to shrink it back after his last session with Esme and Ophelia; at eleven inches, it was indeed too much for her virgin body.

’She may be right,’ he thought, studying her petite frame. ’But I can’t just reduce it now while she’s staring.’

“I’m… bigger than most,” he admitted. “But don’t worry, I won’t push it in too far if you feel pain.”

Celeste nodded absentmindedly, still mesmerized, her hands were stroking lightly now. “What should I do now?” she asked, her voice small.

The awkward way she held his shaft only aroused him more; precum oozed from the slit to slick her fingers a little bit.

“Use your mouth. Lick it,” Elion commanded softly.

She looked up in surprise, her red eyes widening. “Is this what you do with your other women?”

Elion chuckled, “Yes.”

She nodded, then stuck out her small pink tongue tentatively, closing her eyes with a frown as she leaned in closer.

Her first lick was a shy flick against the tip. Tasting the salty precum, she pulled back, opening her eyes to gaze up at him with an expression that screamed: Did I do well?

Elion sighed, fighting the urge to laugh or guide her head himself. Her inexperience was endearing.

“Lick it properly, Celeste. Like you’re savoring a treat—the tip, the sides, the whole length. Take it into your mouth as much as you can, and suck it too.”

Her eyes flew open wide in shock. “Isn’t that a bit—”

“What?” he prompted with a teasing smile.

She looked away, her cheeks burning. “Nothing.” Then, determined, she opened her mouth wide once again, letting saliva drip from her tongue onto the swollen head to coat it wetly.

In one go, she dropped her mouth around the tip, enveloping it in her warm, wet heat.

Elion groaned deeply, his hips bucking slightly as her lips slowly stretched around the girth, her tongue pressing flat against the underside.

“Ahh, so warm,” he rumbled, watching her lower her head a bit more, her breath hot through her nose against his pelvis as she breathed steadily, adjusting to the fullness invading her mouth.

“Mmmph…” Celeste paused for a moment, with her lips still wrapped loosely around the tip and upper section of Elion’s cock, breathing heavily through her nose as she adjusted to the thick intrusion filling her mouth.

The warmth of her saliva dripped down the shaft, making it glisten under the soft light of the room.

She pulled back slowly, her plump red lips sliding off with a wet pop, and strings of spit connected her mouth to the swollen head.

His dick was slowly being coated nicely in her slick saliva, with the veins pulsing.

“Good girl,” Elion murmured as he reached down and patted her head gently, fingers threading through her silky hair. “Now, just as I told you, take it in again, and bob your head up and down while you suck on it.”

She nodded eagerly, her red eyes locking onto his with a mix of determination and shyness, then she stretch lips once again.

She steadily took his length deeper into her mouth, the heat enveloping him further as her tongue pressed flat against the underside.

“Argh.”

Starting slow, she bobbed her head, sliding down a few inches, and her cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently.

’Slurp… slurp…’

The lewd sounds sounded as her saliva bubbled at the corners of her mouth.

She grew bolder, pushing deeper, her throat relaxing as she tried to take more, but then Elion felt two sharp points grazing the sensitive skin of his shaft.

“!!!”

He flinched hard, a light jolt of pain cutting through the pleasure, his hands quickly flew to her head to grip her hair firmly.

“Stop, stop, stop!” he said quickly as he guided her mouth off his dick carefully.

Celeste pulled back with a confused frown, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice worried. “You didn’t like it?”

“No,” Elion breathed out a sigh of relief, his heart pounding from the close call. He really thought he was about to be turned into a eunuch there. Those fangs could have done real damage.

“Your teeth,” he explained, pointing to his own mouth with a wry smile. “They were hurting me.”

Celeste’s hand flew to her mouth, her fingers brushing over her lips as realization dawned. She made an ’ohh’ gesture with her plump lips, her eyes widening.

Her sharp vampire fangs had protruded further while she sucked him, lengthened by the arousal building in her body.

“Do they lengthen when you’re aroused?” Elion asked, remembering that time she’d fed on his blood and lost control, her fangs had extended as lust took over that time was well. That had to be it.

Celeste blushed deeply, her pale cheeks turning a vivid pink that spread to her neck. “Maybe,” she admitted softly, looking down at her lap.

Then she glanced up at him with an apologetic gaze, her red eyes shimmering with regret. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Elion shook his head, reaching down to help her onto her feet, his strong hands steadying her petite frame as she rose between his legs.

She wobbled slightly, her knees weak from kneeling so long. “It’s fine,” he said with a reassuring smile, pulling her close until she stood pressed against him.

His hard cock brushes her thigh through her dress. “Let’s help you feel good instead. Take off your clothes, Celeste.”

He commanded.

Celeste’s small feet slipped out of her shoes first, the black tights she wore hugging her tiny toes and arches, making them appear even daintier as they padded softly on the floor.

Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of her skirt, the fabric whispering as it loosened and dropped to the ground in a crumpled heap around her ankles.

She stepped out of it carefully, then gripped the hem of her uniform top, pulling it up and over her head with a slight tug, letting it fall beside the skirt.

Her extremely pale white skin came into view, flawless and smooth, so pale it nearly glowed like fresh snow under the room’s dim light.

She stood there squirming awkwardly, her gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding Elion’s eyes.