QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 317: Forever [M]

Chapter 318

Daphne

What is this knot she wants?

I release her hands holding her hips, driven by this need to be deeper to, drown.

To.

To.

I grab her hips and bring her closer.

She reaches towards , and I pull her until she’s on on my laps, I suck a nipple into my mouth.

My back hurts, she’s clawing at it now.

I can’t stop.

I can’t.

"Knot ." She begs again.

What can I do?

I bring her hips down and cum.

Ay what the fuck is that?

I’m snapped out of my haze.

It’s not enough, that I have a dick why the fuck is it expanding?

I look at where we’re joined, as If I can x ray see what’s going on inside her.

"Yes." Vivienne says.

Oh.

Is this what she ant?

She’s a crying ss, it’s so pretty, I hold her back, and hold her down.

The sensation is overwhelming. It’s a thickening, a swelling, a locking chanism that I can feel deep inside her, pulsing against her walls. It’s hot. It’s tight. It’s expanding.

I groan, a guttural sound that vibrates through my chest, and I thrust up one last ti, burying myself to the hilt. The knot catches.

It locks.

I watch, srized, as the base of my ....of the realistic dildo...swells, thickening until it’s too big to pull out. It’s a fleshy plug, a seal. It’s locking us together. Flesh on flesh. Body on body. Connected.

You know what maybe this world is not so bad.

Vivienne gasps, a sharp, jagged intake of breath, her eyes flying wide open. She stares down at where we’re joined, her face flushing a deep, violent red.

"It’s... it’s inside," she whispers, her voice trembling.

She feels it. She knows what it is. The knot.

She starts to thrash, her legs kicking out, her heels digging into the mattress, but she can’t get away. She can’t move. She’s trapped.

I hold her down.

"Isn’t this what you wanted?" I say kissing her throat.

She looks at , it’s her but it’s not. Her pretty blue eyes are so hazy.

"It’s too much." She says and struggles to leave.

I don’t budge.

"It’s too big." She cries.

"You can take it." I say she tries to leave again and I hold the back of her neck and make her face .

"Listen to you can take it." I say.

And she reluctantly nods, and collapses on my shoulder, her body spasming, sending little shocks down my body.

I pat her back.

Inhaling her, she’s never slt so good.

I lick her neck.

The lick to the neck triggers a reaction in her that has her trembling violently. It tastes like salt and sweat and pure oga.

My oga.

I grind my hips slightly, just a tiny shift, and the knot swells against her inner walls. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, leaving crescents that sting and feel amazing.

I feel a surge of possessiveness so strong it borders on madness. This ismine. Her heat, her body, her tears, her surrender. It’s all mine.

The relaxes, a thick, heavy pulse against her inner walls, and then, with a wet, shaful pop, it slips out.

I try not to look down.

The sudden emptiness makes her scream.

"No, no, no, co back," she babbles, her hands frantically trying to close around where she was just full.

Round Two doesn’t wait for the calm.

I don’t wait.

I flip her onto her stomach, ignoring her whimpers of protest, and spread her legs wide.

She’s dripping, her body a ruin of slick and swollen flesh, trembling from the withdrawal. I don’t give her a second to recover.

I grab her hips, my fingers sinking into her soft skin, and slam into her.

I pound into her, brutal and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the tiny hotel room.

She’s babbling now, nonsense words, her forehead pressed into the mattress, her body arching and bucking against .

I reach around and rub her clit, hard, fast, and she explodes, her inner walls clamping down so tight I can barely move.

I like this.

Mine.

I lean down grab her hips, and slam into her, and release when I pull away, I look at the mixture of our juices, I lean down and get the ones dripping away and push them back in.

I feel better.

I didn’t like how it was going to waste.

My oga.

***

Vivienne

I can’t do this anymore, I’m too sensitive, soone can die from cuming too much.

I get on my knees, and crawl away.

I’m dragged back, by a hand on my ankle.

And suddenly my body is trapped between the mattress and Daphne’s.

And a hand on my neck, around my throat.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

I shiver at the tone.Her voice is a growl right in my ear. It vibrates through my skull, through my bones.

I want to tell her I’m going to die. I want to tell her to stop. I want to tell her to never stop.

And then she separates my legs with her knee she slams into .

Was I going sowhere?

No.

A knee separates my legs, forcing them wide, opening up completely, and then she slams into .

It hurts. It hurts so good.

My head snaps back, banging against the mattress, stars exploding behind my eyelids. The hand around my throat tightens, cutting off my air, cutting off my thoughts, cutting off the last of my dignity.

Where am I was going?

I don’t know. I don’t care.

My inner walls clench down, spasming, milking her, trying to pull her deeper, trying to keep her there.

I’m lting. I’m dissolving. I’m turning into a puddle of need right here on this cheap mattress.

Trapped by her body, drowning in her pheromones, my hands are struggling clenching and unclenching the cheap cotton beddings.

I’m sobbing, hiccuping sobs, my body twitching with aftershocks, but I don’t want her to stop. I don’t want her to let go.

I want to be hers forever.