Harem Apocalypse: My Seed is the Cure?!

She hooked an arm across her middle and looked up at me, eyes on mine with a vulnerability that was almost fierce. "I need to be stabilized," she said simply. "Can you… help me? Here? Now?"

I looked at her.

She didn't have to need it, I could tell.

Then…

"I see," I said.

"It's better here," she breathed. "Where no one can see or hear us."

Her hands found the towel again and she pressed it to her chest, like a shield. Then she let it drop, just enough for me to see how her shoulders held tension and how her posture loosened in the presence of me. I moved closer.

The moment she leaned into my palm, the wet strands of her hair clinging to my fingers, something inside me cracked wide open. Her lips trembled when I bent to claim them, soft and cool from the water, but she met me without hesitation, dropping the towel like a discarded shield. It hit the tile with a muted sound that vanished under the sudden thrum of blood in my ears.

I stepped into her space and she instinctively gave ground until the sink pressed against her hips. My arm coiled around her waist, the smooth heat of her bare skin quivering under my touch. Her body shivered as I deepened the kiss, no longer tentative, my mouth pressing against hers with hunger I couldn't contain. My free hand slipped lower, molding to the curve of her ass, squeezing the firm flesh.

"Haa…" The sound spilled from her lips, a shaky breath opening her mouth just enough for me to push further. My tongue slid past her parted lips, tasting the slick warmth inside.

"Hmm!" Rachel's startled gasp vibrated between us, her eyes flying open in surprise, but by then I was already exploring her, tangling her tongue with mine, licking into her sweetness. The taste of her made my head swim, a honeyed heat that seemed to sink straight into my veins.

It was messy, clumsy, the first time either of us dared something this deep, but that rawness made it intoxicating. My tongue coaxed hers, teased, pressed, and every second of it filled me with sparks that left me wanting more.

"Hmmf~ sluuurp… mmmn~~ hhhmmm~~ ahnnnn~" Rachel's muffled moans grew more frantic, her chest rising against mine as her fingers spread across my skin, nails grazing my bare chest. Her cheeks flamed pink, eyes shining with the force of it, overwhelmed by the sensation flooding her. At last she pressed her palm against me, tapping with trembling insistence.

I broke away, lips wet, saliva stretching in a thin strand that snapped between us.

"Haa… haa… hhhhm," she panted, her voice uneven as she dragged breath back into her lungs. Her lips glistened, swollen from my mouth.

"Rachel…" I whispered against her ear, swallowing hard as I pulled her closer, hand splayed tight on her waist. The press of her breasts crushed to my chest made me groan softly; her bra pushed them up, round and heavy, the hint of her cleavage flashing before my eyes with every shift of our bodies. Desire coiled tight inside me, trembling on the edge of control.

"Let's go to the room," I said, praying she wouldn't resist.

Her nod came small, quick. "Yes…"

The single word made my throat tighten. I lifted her easily, her legs clinging around my waist as if she belonged there, and carried her into the master bedroom. The sheets were dusty, and I stripped them off in a rush before setting her down gently on the bed.

She lay there with her cheeks still flushed, lips parted, bra glimmering red against her pale skin. Nervousness quivered in her eyes, but her body betrayed her with its openness.

I climbed over her, pressing my mouth to hers again, gentler this time, kissing until she hummed sweetly. "Hmm~"

"I'm taking off your pants, Rachel," I murmured.

Her breath shivered against me. "Haa… o-okay…"

I slid back, watching as her trembling fingers hooked into the waistband of her drenched jeans. She tugged them down her hips, peeling them away from her skin until red panties and thick, pale thighs were revealed. She faltered, her hands shaky, and I took over, pulling the wet denim down over her knees, her calves, her ankles, until she lay bare from the waist down. Her feet curled, dragging across the sheets, legs parting ever so slightly in invitation.

I settled between them, hands gliding slowly up her cool skin, from ankles to thighs, savoring every inch. My lips trailed after my palms, pressing kisses to her knees, her thighs, tasting the droplets of water still clinging there.

"Hhhmm~" Rachel whimpered, her voice thin and needy, each sound slipping from her lips.

Closer and closer I went until the thin red fabric of her panties blocked my way. The sight of her framed there—the bra, the matching panties, her flushed skin—set my pulse hammering. This wasn't like before, when duty to stabilize her body had forced intimacy. This time it was raw, wanted, her eyes watching me with a need that mirrored my own.

I pushed her thighs wider and kissed the soft skin inside, letting my tongue trace her inner thigh. She jerked with a whimper.

"Haa~ Ryan…"

I lingered, teasing her, drawing small shivers out of her body, until finally my fingers hooked under the side of her panties. I tugged them aside and there she was, glistening pink, flushed red from arousal, the delicate folds already slick.

My chest tightened with hunger. I couldn't look away from the soft, glistening lips of her pussy, trembling as she breathed. My fingertip slid along the crease, parting her slightly, and the wetness coated me instantly.

The sight alone made my pulse hammer in my throat—her folds swollen, glistening, opening faintly with every sharp breath she took. She turned her face to the side, already flushed, green eyes glistening like she couldn't bear the thought of me seeing her this raw.

I lowered my mouth slowly, reverently, until the tip of my tongue brushed her, tasting the first slick bead of her arousal. The flavor was sharp, intoxicating. I pressed deeper, dragging my tongue from the very bottom of her slit to the top, parting her folds as I went.

"Haaan~!" Rachel gasped, her hips jerking up instinctively. Her thighs clamped together, but I held them apart gently, not forcing, only steadying her so she wouldn't shy away.

My tongue worked in slow strokes at first, savoring her wetness, letting the tip curl around the delicate edges of her lips. I pressed a kiss against the mound of her pussy, then licked again, slower this time, tracing her slit over and over until she shook.

"Hnn~ Ryan… it feels… too much…" She whispered, voice trembling, her hands clutching the sheets above her head.

Her legs squeezed tighter around me as I teased higher, finding the small, stiff bud of her clit peeking from its hood. I brushed it with the flat of my tongue, so lightly she barely knew if she imagined it, and her whole body shuddered.

"Ahhh—hahhh~! N-not there…" She gasped, hips twitching, but the sound of her plea only spurred me on.

I circled her clit, teasing it in delicate motions, then flicked across it with the tip of my tongue. Every touch sent sparks shooting through her; her thighs squeezed at my head, not pushing me away but clinging desperately as if she didn't know how else to handle the pleasure.

"Ahhh—mmmhh! R…Ryan… please… it's too much… haaa~" Her voice cracked into breathless whimpers, her chest heaving, her breasts straining against the red cups of her bra as she writhed.

I stayed steady, calm, not smirking, not rushing—only drinking in her reactions, letting her gasps and moans guide me. My tongue traced patterns across her clit, sometimes circling, sometimes pressing flat, sometimes drawing slow lines down to her entrance and back up again. Every variation pulled new sounds from her lips.

"Mmmhh—haaaa~! Hhhhnnn~ Haaahnnn~~!"

Her face was beet-red, eyes squeezed shut, her lower lip caught between her teeth as if biting down could stop the trembling of her body. She looked undone, overwhelmed, her thighs flexing around my head while her hands clutched tighter at the sheets.

Then her voice broke through, breathless. "S…stop… Ryan… please… I can't… I…I feel like… like I'm gonna… ahhhh—!"

Her words dissolved into a desperate moan as I sealed my lips around her clit, sucking firmly, my tongue flicking over the sensitive nub.

"R…Ryan! N-no, wait—hahhh~! I-it's coming, I'm… I'm… ahhhhnnnnnn~~~!"

Her hips shot up violently, her entire body jolting as if struck by lightning. A hot gush burst from her, splattering across my mouth, my cheeks, drenching me as she screamed out a raw, unrestrained moan.

"AAAHHHHNNNNNN~~~!"

The sound echoed in the room, her thighs locking around my head while wave after wave poured from her. My face was soaked, the taste of her flooding my tongue, and still I held her, still I licked her gently through it until her body shuddered and finally slumped back into the mattress.

Rachel lay sprawled on the bed, chest heaving, her cheeks scarlet and her green eyes glazed with shock. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, but only small, shaky breaths escaped. Her hands covered part of her face as if to hide, though her fingers couldn't conceal the mix of shame and pleasure that had painted her features bright red.

Her body glistened with sweat and the aftermath of her release, her bra still clinging to her, her thighs still parted from where I had been. She looked wrecked and radiant all at once, undone in a way I had never seen.

I stayed calm, my breathing heavy but even, my heart pounding as I took in the sight of her. Her reaction had burned me hotter than anything, and though I didn't grin or taunt, I couldn't deny the deep, fierce satisfaction of making her unravel like this beneath my mouth.