QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

Chapter 447: Elara

I love this.

I love her. I love the way she touches me, the way she holds me, the way she looks at me like I am the only person in the world. Her hands are warm on my skin, her lips are soft against my neck, her breath is hot and uneven.

But tonight, it is not enough.

I want more.

I do not know how to bring it up. How could I possibly say this and not offend her? How could I tell her that I remember something from a life I barely recall....a life where she was different, where we were different...and that I want that?

She kisses my collarbone. I arch into her, the wood scraping by back, as she presses her fingers deep inside me.

I have wanted to ask for months. Maybe longer. Every time we are together, the thought creeps in, curling at the edges of my mind. But I push it away.

That she is enough. That I do not need anything else.

But I do.

I remember fragments—dreams, glimpses, flashes of something I cannot fully grasp. I remember a body that was not quite like this. I remember a part of her that she does not have now. Or maybe she does, and I just do not know how to ask.

I think about the dreams. They come to me in the quiet moments—when I am alone, when I am falling asleep, when I am watching her paint and the light catches her face just right. I see flashes of a life that is not this one.

I remember a night. A boat. A small room. Her hands on my hips. Her voice in my ear.

I remember the way it felt.

I remember the way it made me feel.

I have never told her.

I have been afraid.

Afraid that she would think I am not satisfied. Afraid that she would think I am asking for something she cannot give.

Afraid that she would look at me differently—like I am greedy, like I am too much.

She kisses my neck. I tilt my head back.

She kisses my chest. Her lips are soft. My breath catches.Her nipples brush against mine as she leans over me, a fleeting, electric touch.

I hesitate.

I do not know how to say it.

"Daphne," I whisper.

She pauses. Her eyes find mine.

"What is it?"

I swallow.

"I... I want..."

She waits.Her thumb circles my clit, a maddening, patient touch.

I do not know how to finish the sentence.

"I want more," I say finally.

She tilts her head.

"More?"

"Yes." I reach up and touch her face. "I remember something. From the dreams. You were... different. You had... there was something you could do. Something that I—"

I stop.

She looks at me.

I do not know how to finish the sentence.

"I want more," I say finally.

She blinks. Then she understands.

"Are you asking me for a dick?" she asks.

I cover my face, ashamed,the cool night air doing nothing to cool the fire on my cheeks.

"No, no, you do not get to be shy," she says. "We are essentially in an orgy with my fingers deep inside you."

She uses her left hand to pry my hands away.

"It is embarrassing," I say, suddenly hating how bright the moon is on my naked skin.

"I think you are cute like this," she says. "You are usually always so bold and confident. Now your face is turning red."

She shifts off me and pulls out her fingers. I roll my eyes to the back of my head at the sudden empty feeling.She is shirtless but still has her shorts on.

"I am sorry," I say, sitting up on the log, immediately thinking she is offended.

"Why? I am about to give you what you asked for." She raises an eyebrow.

"You are?" I ask, surprised.

"I am getting mixed signals, my beloved." She says, her hands on the waistband of her shorts.

"I... I... what?" I ask, confused, looking at her crotch and tilting my head. Where did that visible bulge come from?

"Why would I be offended?" she asks.

"Because it is a male body part..." I say.

"I do not know if you remember," she says, "but when you got pregnant, it was not technically a male body part. It was an Alpha one. Do not ask me—it was certainly an interesting time. Besides, even well before, we had used dildos. So I would not be... disappointed."

"Oh." I say, feeling dumb for all my hesitation.

"Did you really think I would be unhappy?" she asks.

"I mean, we are both women... I thought..." I say.

She walks and sits next to me on the tree, the body heat from her thigh feeling scalding hot.

"My apologies," she says. "Since in the last life you were very satisfied with my tongue and fingers, I apologize for not thinking of you."

"No, I am!" I say quickly. "I really am. Just sometimes I need..."

"It is okay," she says. "You might have the same soul, but there is no version of you that is the same. Even if you remember, you are your own person, Elara."

I look at her.

She looks at me.

"You are not upset?" I ask.

"No," she says. "Why would I be? It is essentially just a part of my body. An ultra-realistic dildo... that may get you pregnant."

My heart jumps.

"Oh, look at you," she says, amused. "Do you want another child?"

"I would not say... I do not want one..." I pause. "I mean, I am happy with Lyra. But I would not mind trying."

The forest breeze makes me shiver, my nipples pebbling in the cold air.

She looks at my chest, then back at my eyes.

"Come on," she says. "Get on your knees. Let us see if wolves have a gag reflex."

I do it so fast I bruise my knees on the forest floor.

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