Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 451: Eating The Fruit

"I’m looking forward to that," she remarked, her smile lingering as she savored another bite. Then, she pivoted and offered him a piece.

Once the cake was consumed, Isaac retrieved three Abyss Fruits from his spatial ring. They resembled apples from his former world, yet pitch-black with a subtle golden sheen.

"These are—"

"—Abyss Fruits," Celia finished his sentence. "I recall them from my childhood. They taste delicious!"

Celia grabbed one Abyss Fruit from the table. Dark and succulent, it shimmered softly in the low light. She sank her teeth into it, juices trickling down her chin.

Such fruits could enhance the [Bloodline of Sin] among Devils. According to past knowledge Isaac possessed, the Seven Devil Kings each possessed one Bloodline of Sin.

Only royal heirs of the Devil Kings inherited these bloodlines.

Thus, Celia’s "von" surname marked her as a potential successor to a Devil King, likely the Devil King of Lust.

Yet, from Vale’s accounts that Isaac knew, the Devil King of Lust—Celia and Vael’s parents—had probably perished alongside the rest of their bloodline, leaving Vale and Celia as the final survivors of the Clan of Lust.

As the juices trailed down Celia’s chin, Isaac swiftly wiped them away with his thumb and licked it clean.

"It tastes quite good," he noted. His eyes gleamed, pondering if these could fit into some recipe.

Celia, perched on his lap, twisted around to face him.

"Do you want to taste more?" she inquired with a grin.

"No. I’m fine. It’s better for you to have it. This will improve your bloodline, so—"

"Stop. Stop being just a killjoy. We can just grow more of them so it’s fine if you take one or two bites," she insisted, then bit into the fruit and kissed him before he could respond.

Her tongue transferred a chunk of the fruit into his mouth. He savored the sweet, tangy flavor blended with Celia’s warm saliva.

Salty and sweet simultaneously, it made his shaft throb inside his pants.

She swirled the fruit across his tongue, teasing relentlessly, refusing to let him send it back. Their tongues entwined in a slick, fervent tangle. Isaac attempted dominance, but Celia pressed on fiercely.

Saliva mingled as they battled over the fruit piece. At last, Isaac prevailed, shoving it back into her mouth.

She swallowed with a gentle gulp, her throat undulating before his eyes. Their lips separated with a moist pop.

Celia’s cheeks burned crimson, her gaze shadowed by desire. She rose unsteadily, her form swaying lightly.

Facing him, she leaped onto the table’s edge. Her skirt hiked up her thighs, exposing silky skin.

Slowly, she raised her shirt, baring her plump, rounded breasts. Her nipples stood erect and rosy.

"Since you won’t eat the fruit, how about me? You haven’t tasted me for months," she purred in a husky, alluring tone.

Her words ignited a surge of heat directly to Isaac’s groin. While she spoke, unseen fingers unfastened his shirt buttons.

Her Telekinesis worked them loose one after another, untouched. Cool air brushed his chest, raising goosebumps.

Isaac’s hands darted forward. He seized her waist, drawing her near. His lips claimed her nape, then trailed downward, kissing every curve of her body.

Arriving at her breast, his mouth enveloped a nipple. He suckled firmly, his tongue lashing the rigid bud. Celia gasped, her fingers clutching his hair.

"Yes, just like that. Bite them lightly."

Her voice came out breathless and desperate.

As she spoke, Isaac sensed his pants slacken. The zipper descended alone, fabric peeling away. Her Telekinesis bared him from the waist down.

His shaft leaped out, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He raised his head from her breast, pressing kisses to her neck, lips grazing the tender nape. Celia arched her head, granting fuller access.

Then she leaned close, plunging her tongue into his ear. Warm and slick, it swirled within, sending shivers through him.

Surprise jolted Isaac, causing him to recoil instinctively.

Yet her hands clamped firmly around his head, pinning him. Her legs locked around his waist, drawing him between her thighs.

Escape was impossible for him.

Simultaneously, a peculiar wet feeling enveloped his shaft.

It mimicked a tongue’s caress, gentle yet persistent, gliding along his length. Yet nothing visible was present.

Isaac understood it was Celia’s Telekinesis, replicating her tongue’s motions.

As she lapped and probed his ear, the telekinetic tongue stroked his cock, tracing veins, swirling around the head.

The dual sensation overwhelmed him, like two mouths pleasuring him together. His hips thrust instinctively, craving more.

The ethereal tongue lapped at his balls, then suckled softly on the tip, coaxing forth additional pre-cum.

Isaac let out a groan against her neck while his hands slipped beneath her skirt, clutching her ass firmly. Her skin burned hot, her cheeks solid beneath his grasp.

He kneaded her flesh, drawing her nearer until his cock nudged firmly against her thigh. The actual Celia nipped at his earlobe, her breathing coming in harsh bursts.

"You like that? Is my tongue making you feel good?" she murmured softly.

Isaac managed just a nod, his thoughts clouded in ecstasy.

She persisted, her telekinetic tongue accelerating its pace. It lapped along the base of his shaft with drawn-out, deliberate strokes before circling the tip as if relishing a delicacy.

Isaac’s balls drew up tight, his shaft throbbing urgently. Release loomed so near for him. His breaths escaped in sharp bursts.

Right at the brink, Celia’s actual hand descended. It encircled the tip of his shaft.

He couldn’t restrain himself. His shaft jerked sharply, unleashing everything into her grasp. Thick strands of cum erupted, drenching her palm in viscous white.

Her hold remained firm, coaxing every last drop from him. Her skirt remained spotless, thanks to her swift action.

Celia raised her hand slick with cum, her gaze fixed on Isaac’s. She drew it to her lips and lapped it up, her tongue gliding across her fingers to savor each bit.

That view caused his cock to stir anew, despite the tenderness.

"How was it? I learned something new for you," she whispered huskily into his ear.

Isaac offered no verbal reply.

Instead, he seized her skirt and yanked it upward with rough force.

The material ripped slightly at the seam—likely an issue since it was part of her concert gear—but he paid it no mind.

Months starved of her touch had fueled an immense craving. With things ignited now, he craved to take her fully, to sense her clenching grip enveloping him.

Shoving her undergarment aside, Celia parted her legs broader atop the table. She lay exposed, her folds puffy and slick with arousal.

Isaac positioned himself between her thighs. He dragged the head of his shaft along her slit, slicking himself with her abundant juices. She dripped profusely, wetness trailing down her legs.

"Fuck me, Isaac. I want your cock," she pleaded, her Telekinesis grazing his chest like playful fingertips.

He drove forward powerfully, sheathing himself completely in a single thrust. Her pussy gripped him fiercely, scorching and snug, drawing him further in.

Isaac growled, his hands clamping her hips as he began to hammer away. Every plunge sent her breasts jiggling, her nipples brushing his chest.

Celia locked her legs around his waist once more, urging him deeper.

His fingers twisted her nipples, eliciting louder moans from her.

"Harder," she panted. He complied, ramming into her as the table groaned beneath their weight.

Her inner walls quivered along his shaft, clamping like a vise. Sweat glistened on their bodies, skin smacking together with slick sounds.

He bent to claim her mouth, their tongues battling while he plunged deep. Celia’s hands explored his back, nails raking gently.

With her Telekinesis, she conjured the feel of additional mouths pressing kisses to his shoulders, tongues tracing his neck.

The onslaught of feelings surged over him, hurtling him toward climax again. She shattered first, her pussy convulsing wildly around him, her juices gushing with every stroke.

"Yes! Cum inside me!" she screamed.

Isaac surrendered, surging forward one final time to flood her depths with his seed. Torrents of hot cum poured into her, blending with her own fluids.

They lingered connected, heaving for breath. Their forms remained tightly joined. Isaac withdrew gradually, eyeing his cum as it seeped from her pussy.

Celia grinned, gathering some on her finger and licking it off. The act stirred him to hardness yet again.

"You have some time before you have to go meet Selene for her bloodline evolution, right? How about you spend that time ?" she inquired, parting her pussy lips with her fingers.