Harem Apocalypse: Every Moan Levels Us Up!

"Abram," she called me. "Make this night my greatest memory."

Careful what you wish for. I didn’t say it out loud, but she read it in my eyes.

"Say it," she said.

"Be careful what you wish for," I replied.

She smiled, slow and dangerous. "I know exactly what I’m wishing for."

She moved her hand teasingly from her breasts, sliding it down her stomach and between her legs. It didn’t stay there long. She pulled it away, letting me see the shine on her fingers before she licked them clean.

My cock hardened painfully against my trousers, the ache sharp and insistent, throbbing so hard it felt like it might tear through the fabric.

"Wait for me here," she said, walking toward the bathroom door with a deliberate sway of her hips, her ass cheeks flexing with every step.

[Countdown: 00:59:21]

The system reminded me as she disappeared inside.

Who does that? I thought. Who gets me this hard, then just walks away?

I heard the shower spray turn on. She had gone to bathe and left me sitting here in critical condition, my shirt already off, cock pulsing like it had its own agenda.

"Daph," I called. No reply.

The bathroom door was still open. Her doors are always open, she had said.

I stripped off my pants and boxers, standing fully naked in her living room. The best move was to join her.

I walked to the bathroom door. "Daph."

She was standing under the shower, water cascading over her naked body, making her smooth skin shine. Her back was to me at first, but she turned slowly, eyes meeting mine through the steam, lips parted. Rivulets ran down her breasts, over her hard nipples, and between her thighs.

"What took you so long?" she asked, as though I hadn’t read every signal she’d thrown at me. "Next time, don’t make me wait."

There was a wooden chair just inside the bathroom door. I ignored it.

I stepped under the spray with her. The water hit my skin, warm and steady. I grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against me, and we crashed into a deep, hungry kiss.

Our tongues slid and tangled aggressively, water running down our faces and bodies as we devoured each other.

My hands roamed greedily — squeezing the soft, full cheeks of her ass, then moving up to cup her heavy breasts, feeling their weight, the stiff peaks of her nipples pressing hard into my palms.

I squeezed them firmly, then harder, rolling and pinching her sensitive nipples between my fingers until she moaned loudly into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my tongue.

She pushed me back against the tiled wall, the cool surface a sharp shock against my heated skin. She turned the tap, stopping the water, and dropped gracefully to her knees in front of me, her face now level with my throbbing cock.

She wrapped her soft hand around the thick base, stroking me once, slowly, feeling the weight and heat of my rigid length.

"Eight inches? This is beautiful," she commented, voice low and appreciative, eyes dark with lust as she stared at the veiny shaft and the swollen head.

Then she took me into her mouth.

The wet heat was overwhelming. Her lips sealed around the head, tongue swirling as she sucked slowly, taking more of me with each bob of her head. I groaned loud, the sound raw and involuntary, echoing off the tiles.

She didn’t rush. She worked me with steady, hungry rhythm— sucking, licking, taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. Every now and then I felt the faint graze of her teeth, sending sparks up my spine. My hand tangled in her wet hair, guiding her as she slurped and sucked noisily, saliva dripping down my shaft and balls.

The Lewd Leveling System pulsed in my vision:

[Charging resuming, this might take some time.]

[Countdown: 00:51:03]

I was getting close already. The sight of her on her knees, lips stretched around my cock, water still dripping from her skin, was too much.

I reached for the tap, turned the water on for a hot second, then off again. Bending slightly, I reached around her hip and slid two fingers into her soaked pussy from behind.

She was dripping wet, her inner walls hot and silky, gripping my fingers greedily as I started pumping them deep and fast, matching the rhythm of her mouth on my cock.

"Goo—" she moaned around my shaft, but the sound came out muffled and vibrating because half my cock was buried down her throat.

We were both losing control, the wet sounds of her sucking and my fingers plunging into her dripping cunt filling the steamy bathroom.

I pulled her up gently before I lost it completely. She stood, lips shining, and looked at me with dark, hungry eyes.

"Your turn," I said, voice rough.

I turned her around, pressing her front firmly against the tiled wall. She braced her hands on the cool tiles, arching her back deeply and pushing her ass toward me, presenting her dripping pussy like an offering. I knelt behind her, spreading her legs wider, and buried my face between her thighs.

She tasted warm and musky. I licked her slowly at first, tongue dragging from her entrance up to her clit, then sucked the swollen nub into my mouth. She moaned loud, her hips pushing back against my face.

"Ohh... yes..."

I slid two fingers deep inside her while I sucked and flicked her clit relentlessly. I curled them upward, rubbing that spongy, sensitive spot on her front wall as my tongue swirled and lashed around her pulsing clit.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate. "Haanhha... haanhha..."

Then I stood, gripping her thighs firmly. I lifted her easily, her left hand clutching the back of my neck, her right gripping my shoulder as her legs wrapped around me. Her dripping, swollen pussy hovered right above my erect, rock-hard cock, the head nudging teasingly against her slick folds.

"You made me wait long enough," she whispered breathlessly, eyes locked on mine, hips already twitching with desperate need.