Harem Apocalypse: My Seed is the Cure?!-Chapter 172: Galloway Time With Cindy [3] [R-18 Contents!]

Chapter 172: Galloway Time With Cindy [3] [R-18 Contents!]

"Haah—mmn... Ry—Ryan..."

Her voice trembled, her breath catching at every kiss. I felt her heart hammering through her chest, matching mine beat for beat, until the space between us disappeared again.

I trailed my lips lower, letting the line of kisses wander from her throat down to her shoulder. Her skin was hot beneath my mouth, the faint sheen of sweat catching the low light. I followed the curve to her collarbone, then down toward the glimmering hollow right above the soft swell of her breasts. Every breath she took made them rise just a little against the fabric of her yellow bra, the shadowed valley between them gleaming faintly.

Her bra hid her, but only just the thin material traced every curve, each breath revealing the subtle give and rise of her chest. I could smell her skin there, the warmth of it mingling with the faint scent of her perfume and the taste of my own breath.

My neck protested when I tried to go lower, so I eased her backward instead, my palms finding her hips. Cindy gave a soft gasp as I pressed her down, and her body met the red leather sofa behind her. The sound of the cushions shifting mixed with her uneven breathing.

I followed her down, bracing one hand beside her shoulder, the other still circling the narrow of her waist. She tilted her face toward me instinctively when my mouth returned to her neck. I kissed her there, slow, shallow kisses, each one making her tremble.

"Hmm... mmh—hnn..." She made small sounds with each breath, her fingers sliding up to rest on my neck, thumb stroking absently at the line of my jaw as if to steady herself.

I kissed lower again, inch by inch, until my lips hovered over the soft curve of her cleavage. The yellow fabric framed her skin like sunlight; I brushed my mouth along the valley between her breasts, feeling her heartbeat flutter against my lips.

Her breath caught. "Ahh—"

Her scent was truly dizzying. I lingered there, inhaling, before moving lower, tracing a path down her stomach until I reached the small hollow of her navel. I kissed her there too, playful, and she twitched beneath me, a small surprised laugh slipping out between her gasps.

"Haa—ah! That... tickles..."

Her reaction made me smile against her skin. I let my nose brush her belly, feeling it rise and fall with her breathing, before sliding my hands down to her hips. My thumbs found the button of her blue pants, and with a quick motion, I unfastened it, the sound of the zipper breaking the quiet between us.

Cindy’s blush deepened, but she didn’t stop me. She bit her lip, then reached down and kicked off her shoes, the small clatter hitting the floor. I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged gently. She lifted her hips, helping me, and the pants slid away, down her legs, taking her socks with them.

Her skin gleamed in the dim light—smooth, milky white, her legs long and slightly trembling from the contact. Her underwear matched her bra, a soft yellow that glowed faintly against her pale skin.

"This is always... embarrassing," she said, her voice tiny, eyes darting away.

I smiled at her softly. She was different from Sydney—shyer, slower to surrender, but no less beautiful for it. Maybe even more. I reached for her leg, fingers circling her knee, and lowered myself onto my knees before her. My palms rested lightly on her skin, cool from the air.

She jumped slightly at the touch. "Haah—! You’re so cold..."

"Not for long," I said, looking up at her.

That made her flush even deeper, her lips parting as she met my gaze. From where I knelt, she looked ethereal—her blond curls hair falling loosely over her shoulders, her body framed by the deep red of the sofa.

I slid my hands up her thighs, the muscles under my fingers tightening instinctively. Her breath trembled out in uneven sighs, her hands gripping the edge of the seat. I bent forward, placing a kiss on her thigh.

"Mmm..." Her voice quivered, low and breathy, as if the sound escaped her before she could hold it back.

I kissed again, further in. The texture of her skin there was impossibly soft, smoother than silk, faintly warm from the blood rushing beneath. Each kiss drew another tiny sound from her, her legs shifting slightly as if unsure whether to pull away or open wider.

I let my lips wander closer, teasing, stopping just at the hem of her yellow panties. I breathed her in, the faint, intoxicating scent that came from being this close to her heat.

When I leaned forward again, her thighs instinctively closed, trapping my head lightly between them. I chuckled softly, my breath brushing her inner thigh.

"Let me see you, Cindy," I whispered.

My hands slid to her knees, gentle, thumbs stroking small circles over her skin. She hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly let her legs relax. I felt the tension melt from her body as I parted them, just enough for me to look up at her again.

Her gaze met mine shy. Her breathing stuck as my eyes dropped between her thighs, the yellow fabric clinging faintly to the shape beneath.

"Haah!" Cindy’s gasp broke the silence, sharp and unguarded, as my lips brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her voice was a music of surprise and pleasure, and it sent a jolt through me, urging me closer. Her thighs quivered, instinctively trying to close, but I held them gently but firmly, my hands anchoring her in place. With one hand, I continued to stroke her other thigh, my fingers drawing lazy circles, teasing the boundary between innocence and intimacy. My lips, meanwhile, pressed soft kisses along the tender flesh, each one lingering a little longer, moving closer to the heat radiating from her core.

The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a heady mix of sweetness and musk that made my pulse quicken. I could feel the warmth of her even before I reached her deepest inner thigh, where her skin was slick with desire. My kisses turned to gentle pecks, then bolder, open-mouthed presses, as I neared the edge of her yellow panties. The fabric clung to her, darkened slightly where her wetness had soaked through, and the sight of it made my breath catch.

I reached out, my fingers brushing against the delicate edge of her panties. Slowly I slid them aside, revealing the glistening beauty of her mound. She was breathtaking—swollen and slick, her body betraying how much she wanted this despite her hesitations. A faint sheen of her earlier release glistened in the low light, evidence of the pleasure my touches had already drawn from her. The sight was too much, too perfect, and I felt the urge to taste her, to lose myself in her.

"W...Wait!" Cindy’s voice trembled, her hands hovering uncertainly as if to stop me. "Y...You can’t—Haaaan—liiickkk! Hmmm!" Her protest dissolved into a moan as my tongue found her, lapping gently at the sweet, tangy essence of her arousal. The taste of her was exquisite, like a forbidden fruit I couldn’t get enough of. Her hand flew to my hair, gripping tightly, not to pull me away but to anchor herself as waves of sensation crashed over her.

I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. My tongue traced slow paths along her folds, savoring every shudder, every soft whimper that escaped her lips. Her pussy was a landscape of softness and heat, each movement of my tongue coaxing more of her essence to the surface. I sucked gently at her lips, drawing them into my mouth, then released them to flick my tongue against her clit, eliciting a sharp cry that made my own body throb with need.

"Why?" I asked, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. My breath was warm against her slick skin, and I saw the flush of her cheeks, the way her lips parted as she struggled to form words.

"Haa...b-because," she stammered, biting her lip, her eyes glassy with pleasure. "It’s not...clean—Haaa—Aaah!" Her words were cut off as I dove back in, my tongue plunging deeper, lapping at her with a hunger that silenced her doubts. Clean?

Her taste that I could never tire of. I’d tasted others—Rachel’s sharp, citrusy tang, Sydney’s rich, earthy warmth, Elena’s sweet, floral notes—but Cindy was unique, a flavor that was hers alone, and it drove me wild.

"I’m taking these off," I said. The panties, though undeniably sexy, were an obstacle, a barrier between me and the full glory of her. I hooked my fingers under the waistband, and Cindy lifted her hips slightly, a silent acquiescence that made my heart race. I slid the fabric down her legs, letting it pool at her ankles before tossing it aside. Now, fully exposed, she was a vision—her pussy glistening, her thighs parted, her body open to me in a way that felt both vulnerable and powerful.

"You’re so beautiful," I breathed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her folds were slick and inviting, her clit peeking out, begging for attention. A fresh trickle of her juices leaked from her, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I’d brought her to this point.

"D...Don’t say that—hmmm!" Cindy’s protest was half-hearted, swallowed by a moan as I kissed her pussy again, my lips pressing firmly against her. I couldn’t resist; I lifted one of her legs, guiding it over my shoulder, her foot resting against my back. The new angle opened her to me completely, her body reclining against the sofa, supported by her elbows. Her left leg dangled over my shoulder, her toes curling slightly with each kiss I placed on her sensitive skin. The view was perfect, her pussy framed by the soft curves of her thighs, and I felt a rush of possessiveness, a need to worship every inch of her.

But I didn’t dive in immediately. Instead, I let my hands explore, one sliding up her thigh to cup her hip, the other tracing the delicate skin just above her mound. I kissed her inner thigh again, then the crease where her leg met her body, teasing her with the promise of what was to come.

"Haaan~~hmm~~R...Ryan...hmmm~"

Her breaths grew ragged, her hips shifting slightly, seeking more contact. I smiled against her skin, reveling in her need.

When I finally returned to her pussy, it was with a slow lick, my tongue flattening against her to taste every part of her.

"Haa—Ahhhn!"

Her moan was louder this time, unrestrained, and her hand tightened in my hair, urging me closer. I obliged, sucking gently at her clit, then circling it with the tip of my tongue, alternating between soft and firm, fast and slow. Her body responded in kind, her hips bucking slightly, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.

"Haah!"

I added a finger, sliding it along her entrance, feeling the slick heat of her. I didn’t enter her yet, just teased, letting her feel the pressure.

"Haaah~Hmmmn~Ryaaan~ohhhh~"

Her moans grew more insistent, and I glanced up to see her head tipped back, her lips parted, her eyes half-closed in bliss. The sight of her like this—lost in pleasure, completely mine in this moment—was almost too much.

"Cindy," I whispered, my voice vibrated against her slick folds, making her shiver. "You taste so good."

I pulled back slightly, my breath warm against her skin, and let my fingers explore. Her slick heat coated my fingertip, and I teased her, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm without slipping inside. Her moans grew more insistent.

"Haah! Ryaaan~"

I glanced up, catching the way her lips trembled, her eyes fluttering as she teetered on the brink of ecstasy. Her vulnerability, her trust, was almost overwhelming, and I wanted nothing more than to push her further, to see her completely.

I shifted my focus, my lips returning to her core. With gentle precision, I kissed the delicate hood of her clit, coaxing it back to reveal the small, swollen bud beneath. It glistened in the dim light, a perfect pearl of sensitivity, and I couldn’t resist. My tongue darted out, teasing it with soft, playful flicks, then circling it with slow strokes. Her reaction was immediate—her foot, resting on my shoulder, curled tightly, her toes digging into my back as her hips lifted off the sofa.

"Haaan! R...Ryan—ahan!" Her cries were music, each one sharper, more desperate than the last. Her hand gripped my hair tighter, not to stop me but to ground herself as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I intensified my efforts, sucking gently at her clit, then lapping at it with a rhythm that matched the frantic beat of her heart. Her sensitivity was exquisite, every touch drawing a new sound, a new shudder.

But I wanted more, wanted to feel her in every way. My index finger, still teasing her entrance, pressed forward, slipping inside her. Her pussy was tight, warm, and impossibly slick, clenching around me as if to pull me deeper. I groaned against her, the vibration of my voice making her gasp, and began to move my finger in time with my tongue that pushed her closer to the edge.

"HAAAH—it’s comiiinng!!!" Cindy’s voice broke finally, her restraint shattering as her body surrendered to the crescendo of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, and then it happened—a rush of warmth, a gush of her release that coated my lips, my chin, my face. She didn’t just cum; she squirted, her fluids coming to the intensity of her climax. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth open in a silent scream of bliss, and for a moment, she was lost to the world, consumed by the waves crashing through her.