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

Chapter 448

Elara

The white fog, around us is not helping by shining brightly, so when I unzip the front of her shorts, I ....don’t see anything.

I mean there’s a vague figure of it, but still nothing.

I sigh.

"Well, I am sorry for disappointing you," Daphne says.

"What? No, it is not like that."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Then what is it like?"

I look at her. Then back at the fog. Then back at her.

"I just... I wanted to see it," I admit. "In the dreams, I could see it. But now, with all this fog..."

She laughs softly and stands up.

My eyes cannot believe it. I open my mouth and close it.

"This is not what I remember," I say quickly. "I think there are many ways women can be creative during sex. There is no need for this."

I try to shift away from what this is.

"Oh no, you do not," she says.

She steps closer. I shuffle back on the ground.

"Daphne, seriously, let us talk about this," I say nervously.

"Uh uh." She shakes her head. "Enough talk, my love. More licking and sucking."

I try to plead with my eyes. It does not work.They always say be careful what you ask for.

"This is not what I remember from my dreams," I say.

She clicks her tongue, and I feel something in my hair. I shudder and look—a black sleek tail wraps around my neck in a gentle, unmistakable claim.

"Maybe because I am a shifter now," she says. "You can do it. You have once used a tentacle-shaped dildo. Surely my own should not be that scary."

"Don’t lie!" I defend. "I never used that monstrous thing! You just used to tease me with it!"

I’m surprised by my response, and vague memories.She also looks surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

"I mean, you were an actress. You liked to try new things. It was in the profession. Surprised me, really. I did not think it was humanly possible."

"Daphne," I say with a growl.And she laughs.

"I’m telling you, your dreams might be wrong, after it’s 1..2..3..4..5 lifetimes ago." She says.

"You—"

And I realize she was teasing me to make me calm down.

I move closer to it. It is big. Big is good. I think I was just scared by how it is weirdly shaped.

I move closer.

It really is weird... a good weird. My mouth starts to water. It is veiny, and it’s tip is not the normal mushroom head kind—more like the tip of an arrow. And on the spine are these odd looking ridges, bumps whatever thet are,are what scared me.

What are these?

I hold the spine, my hand barely covering around the girth. Oh, they don’t hurt, they scared me and looked sharp, they kind of feel like cartilage, not too hard, not too soft. I play with them.

I run a nail along them. She shudders.

"I know I called it a dildo," she says, "but unlike a dildo, I can actually feel. So easy on the claws, my love, okay?"

"Oh, I am sorry." I realize now that it was not my nail, but a claw.

I look up at her.

"Wolves have no gag reflex," I say.

I take her in deep, to the back of my throat.

"What do you mean, oh fu—" It turns into a moan.

I like that.

The fog swirls around us, bright and unrelenting, and it dampens my skin. I look up at her, and she is so perfect. I want to see her lose it even more.

I move closer and hold the back of her thigh. Her abs clench. Her biceps are pronounced as she holds my hair.

Oh goddess, would you forgive me if I said I found another goddess worthy of my worship?

Her head falls back. A sound escapes her—low, broken, beautiful.

Those little ridges feel weird on my tongue—a strange, firm texture against my soft palate. I like them. I can only imagine how good they will feel inside me, a devastating friction against my inner walls.

The thought sends a bolt of heat straight through me.

I can feel my body shiver in anticipation. But for now, I get to do this.

I take her even deeper.

Her fingers tighten in my hair. Her breath catches. Her thighs tremble against my shoulders.

I pull back slightly, just enough to breathe, my lips never fully leaving her. My tongue flicks out to trace the seam of those strange, cartilaginous ridges again, memorizing the shape of them. I want to know every part of her, every variation, every secret her body holds.

The fog around us pulses with our shared light, a silver glow that feels like a tangible caress against my naked skin. It is as if the forest itself is bearing witness, is participating.

I suppose this is the beauty and purpose of Moonfall.

"Elara."

I cannot help my body’s reaction. My name has never sounded so... erotic.

I take her deeper, my jaw aching, my eyes burning. But it is not enough. My hands slide from her thighs to grip the firm muscle of her ass, pulling her impossibly closer. I want to fuse us together, to crawl inside her and stay.

I can feel the slick heat gathering between my own thighs, a desperate, pulsing ache that demands to be filled.

I feel my wolf shift restlessly. I know, I know. Soon.

I look up her body, past the clenching muscles of her stomach, to the perfect curve of her breasts rising and falling with each harsh breath. Her head is thrown back, the line of her throat a pale column in the moonlight—vulnerable and utterly mine.

Mine. This powerful,perfect being is mine.

As if in response, her tail wraps tighter around my neck.

I pull away, a string of saliva leaving my lips as I stand up and push her back toward the fallen tree. She willingly falls.

"Do you know how hot you are when you do that?" she says.

"I know," I say, straddling her. The bark scratches my thighs, but I will make do.

"You love it."

"That I do."

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