QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 315: A realistic dildo [M]

Chapter 316

Daphne

I blink from the pain in my scalp, which brings clarity to . Pain?Scalp?

I realize then that Vivienne has a death grip on my hair, forcing to face her.

"What’s wrong?" I ask, trying to sound nonchalant, but my voice betrays a hint of nervousness.

She scoffs, her eyes flashing with a mix of amusent and irritation.

"What’s wrong?" She repeats in a sing-song voice, mimicking my tone.

"What’s wrong is that you decided I was your last al and couldn’t stop eating like you were possessed by so glutinous, lustful demon." Her words are sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

I open and close my mouth, at a loss for words.

"You’re acting like this is your first ti with an oga." She adds on.

Yeah I haven’t. Technically. Well I obviously don’t say that.

Is this a normal thing in this world? Losing your mind in the taste of an oga?

"Sorry I got carried away." I say nervously, my eyes darting away from her intense gaze.

She glares at , her grip on my hair tightening, and pulls my head closer.

"I was promised being fucked today, and I won’t settle for your tongue no matter how talented. Now get naked." Her voice is firm, leaving no room for argunt.

Have I always had a masochistic streak in ? Or maybe Vivienne’s just hot?

The thought flits through my mind as I stand at the edge of the bed and begin to remove my shirt and tank top.

She watches eagerly, her eyes roaming over my body, and I can’t help but feel a surge of pride. I work out, I’m attractive, and this is why I work out.

I’m a little vain sotis, and that’s okay.

There’s just one thing ssing with my body image right now. I look down at the tent in the front of my pants and sigh.

I unzip and step out of the pants, and oh my god, there’s a wet patch on the front.

Gross.

No, let’s think of this as a very realistic dildo.

A dildo permanently attached to . But a dillo!

Let’s concentrate on the lust in Vivienne’s eyes.

Not.

Not...

Yeah, I can’t do this.

That’s when I’m pulled to the bed and she straddles , her breasts pressing against my chest.

Boobs.

***

Vivienne

This is not how I expected our first encounter to go. I was expecting the whole alpha dominant side just taking , claiming with a raw, primal intensity.

But Daphne seems hesitant, her mind elsewhere, and it’s driving crazy. I kiss her, my lips pressing firmly against hers, and she responds, her hands roaming all across my back, waist, ass, and chest like she can’t get enough.

The sensation is intoxicating, but I can sense her distraction, her inner turmoil.

I don’t know what she was thinking about, but alarm bells are going off in my head, telling that I had to distract her, or else this night would be over before it even began.

I so badly don’t want it to be over; it hasn’t even started yet.

I wonder what she was thinking? Maybe she was having second thoughts because I’m engaged to her brother? I don’t think that’s it, but I can’t read her mind.

While she’s distracted, I let my right hand stray, slipping it into her underwear to remove her cock. She flinches at the sudden contact, but I bite her lip, distracting her again.

Seriously, I’m working too hard tonight.

Wow.

It feels big.

Sad I can’t see it right now.

I position it at my entrance, and my eyes roll at the sensation. It’s a mix of pleasure and anticipation, a promise of what’s to co.

I shift my weight, adjusting my position to take her in deeper. The sensation is overwhelming, a rush of pleasure that makes gasp.

I can feel every inch of her, filling completely.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fulfillnt that I’ve craved for what feels like an eternity. How I’ve wanted this for weeks, months.

The anticipation, the longing, the desperate need - it’s all culminated in this mont, and it’s more than I could have ever imagined.

I pull away and sit up, taking her deeper, and the angle shifts, hitting a spot that makes see stars.

***

Daphne

Having a dick’s not so bad.

I an, I don’t like n, I think n are stupid, but there’s one thing I’ve always been jealous of. What would it feel like to be inside another woman?

One word: Heaven.

I think I’ve seen the light.

As Vivienne runs her fingers through her hair, the cheap hotel lighting catches the strands, making them shimr.

Her body, her eyes, her hair—everything about her is srizing.

I can see the freckles dusted across her chest, and the color of her nipples is a deep, enticing rose.

This mont is one of those I know I’ll rember forever, burned into my mory.

I gulp, my mouth suddenly dry. I bring my hand to her waist, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath my fingertips.

She’s so beautiful. Won are so beautiful, but she’s the most beautiful.

My heart is racing, pounding in my chest like a drum, and I can feel the blood rushing to my head, making dizzy with desire.

"You like what you see?" she whispers, her voice a low, sultry purr that sends shivers down my spine.

I nod, unable to form words.

My tongue feels heavy in my mouth, and my thoughts are a jumbled ss of lust and longing.

It’s starting again, that scent, that intoxicating, alluring scent that apparently had lose my mind.

I know now, it’s pheromones, of course it is. I rember vaguely from my first life, I once had a dog, and I rember how he would claw at the doors to try to get to that dog, that lived in the penthouse below.

I suddenly get it. I too would claw at the walls to get to Vivienne if that’s how Buddy felt. I’m sorry, dog whose na I don’t rember.

"Uhm Viv. I think I’m losing my mind." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

And she gives the brightest smile I’ve ever seen from her. It’s a smile that lights up her entire face, reaching her eyes and making them sparkle.

Oh. Okay then.