Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 469 Catherine VS Isaac

Catherine's smile faltered, her golden eyes widening slightly. Isaac rarely uttered such sweet nothings, especially not so openly directed at her.

She opened her mouth, intending to retort playfully and regain the upper hand, but he was already moving, carrying her in a steady princess hold down the short hallway towards the bedroom.

With a kick, he shut the door behind them and gently lowered her onto the bed.

The mattress sank under their combined weight. The room was bathed in a soft, dim light emanating from the bedside lamp.

Catherine's fox ears twitched, their golden fur catching the light, and her three celestial tails fanned out behind her.

She allowed them to be visible intentionally, a subtle diversion while she composed herself and prepared to assert control, as was her usual way.

Isaac maneuvered himself over her, his knees bracketing her hips, and gazed down as if committing every detail to memory.

"You're beautiful," he stated, his hand gently stroking her hair. His gaze swept over her ears and tails, yet he remained unfazed, not quite falling for the distraction she'd hoped for. "I thought of this exact face for the entire six months. Every single night, I pictured you. Your face, your voice, your touch. I yearned for everything."

Her breath caught in her throat.

This was not the Isaac she knew intimately. Typically, he would seek to overwhelm her with his prowess and experience, not with such overt tenderness.

At this moment, he regarded her as if she were something immensely precious, evoking the image of the innocent boy she had cherished her entire life.

This demeanor unsettled her more than she cared to admit.

"Isaac-" she began, offering a confident, flirtatious smile as she reached up to grasp his shoulders, intending to pull him down for a kiss and, as usual, reverse their roles.

Instead, he captured her wrists, pressing them firmly against the pillow above her head.

"Let's remain like this for a moment," he murmured, his face so close she could feel his breath on her lips. "So I can behold the face of the woman I love. I missed it terribly during my absence."

Catherine's cheeks flushed. She attempted to wriggle her wrists free, her ears flattening slightly.

"Did you acquire these skills during the Trial?" she inquired with a smirk, still attempting to redirect the situation and shift the focus.

"Yes, I learned how to voice my genuine feelings," he replied straightforwardly.

He placed a slow, tender kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I missed the way your ears twitch when you're trying to suppress a moan. I missed how your tails entwine around me as if you never want to let go."

Another kiss followed, this time on her jawline.

"I missed how easily you become aroused just from me speaking to you like this."

She shifted beneath him, her thighs pressing together, but he nudged her legs apart with his knee.

One hand maintained its hold on her wrists while the other trailed down her side, lifting the hem of her delicate shirt. His fingers grazed her bare skin,

causing her to shiver, though she still sought to resist.

"Isaac, aren't you moving a little too quickly-" she started, her voice attempting a playful confidence, but it emerged more breathless than intended.

He peeled her shirt off, tossing it aside, and then did the same with her shorts, leaving her adorned only in black lace lingerie.

Her tails immediately coiled around his waist, attempting to draw him

closer and reverse their positions, but he did not yield to their eagerness.

"Look at you," he said, his eyes fixed on her with unwavering clarity. "During the Trial, I encountered countless women, even admiring portraits of Queens of the Celestial Kitsune lineage, yet you remain the most exquisite sight I have ever beheld."

He leaned down and gently nipped the sensitive tip of one of her fox ears, eliciting a gasp from her.

He let out a soft chuckle.

"Your ears turn bright pink when you're embarrassed. You enjoy it when I speak to you like this, don't you?"

Catherine bit her lip fiercely, struggling to contain the moan that threatened to escape. This felt profoundly unfair.

She was meant to be the one in command, the one driving him to distraction with her teasing and assertive nature.

However, his sincere declarations seeped into her like warm honey, causing a tightness in her chest and a deep ache within her that mere skill had never evoked. "Every night," he continued, before finally kissing her properly. His tongue swept against hers, drawing a response that left her melting despite her resistance.

When he drew back, his voice had deepened. "I would ponder your taste, the sounds you make during climax, and my arousal would become agonizingly intense. But nothing compares to the actual experience. Nothing compares to you."

She should have offered more resistance.

Her mind persistently reminded her that this was her younger brother assuming a dominant role.

But... this felt different. He wasn't employing cunning tactics to assert control. He was simply expressing his true emotions, and damn it all, she craved to hear more. Isaac momentarily released her wrists, just long enough to shed his own shirt, before pinning them once more.

Catherine's fingers clenched, a silent struggle to break free so she could reverse their positions and reclaim dominance, but he simply shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"Remain still. Allow me to lavish affection upon you."

His free hand drifted down her form, thumb stroking a nipple until it hardened into a tight peak.

She arched against his touch with a suppressed sound, yet immediately attempted to reassert control by tightening her tails around him. "There it is," he murmured, referring to the soft noise she made when trying to maintain command but failing. "That little sound you make when you are trying to stay in charge but you can't."

He inclined his head and took her nipple into his mouth, initial gentle sucks soon intensifying as her back arched.

"I adore your sensitivity here. I adore the way your tails quiver when I do this."

One of her tails brushed against his back, but he continued his ministrations, moving to her other breast while murmuring between kisses.

"I have so missed these exquisite breasts. Missed how they barely fill my hands. Missed how you gasp when I nip just a little."

He grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive peak, eliciting a loud moan from her as her hips bucked against her efforts to stay composed.

Slowly, deliberately, he trailed kisses down her stomach.

"How does that feel?"

Her only reply was ragged breaths, her struggle to maintain composure ongoing.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down and away. Then his mouth was upon her, his tongue tracing a slow path over her clit.

Catherine's head fell back, a broken moan escaping her lips.

She attempted to dictate the rhythm, but his slow, persistent ministrations sent her hips rolling uncontrollably.

"You taste even more divine than I recall," he breathed against her skin, the vibration causing her thighs to tremble.

She tried to conceal her face with a freed wrist, but Isaac promptly captured it, pressing it back down.

"Don't," he said, his voice firm yet gentle. "I missed seeing you. For six months, not seeing your face, not watching your eyes flutter as you approach climax, drove me mad. Let me have this."

He drew her clit into his mouth and slid two fingers inside her, curling them expertly.

Catherine's entire body spasmed, her tails thrashing against the sheets. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and she could no longer suppress a loud moan.

"Isaac—oh, gods—"

"That's right," he murmured, continuing his steady attentions with tongue and fingers. "Let me hear you. I adore the sounds you make. I adore how you are already soaking my hand. You are so wonderful for me, Catherine. So damn perfect." She climaxed intensely, her back arching, ears pressed flat, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Isaac did not cease, guiding her through the aftershocks with slow, tender movements until she was left panting and trembling.

As she finally relaxed, he kissed his way upward along her body, leaving soft traces on her stomach, ribs, and the undersides of her breasts. Catherine's chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt exposed and vulnerable, yet still attempted to push back.

"You... who imparted this technique upon you?" she managed, her voice hoarse, already devising a strategy to switch their positions once she regained her breath.

"As I stated, I am merely being truthful." He kissed her mouth, allowing her to taste her own essence on his tongue. "I had a realization during those months we could not meet. I do not require elaborate maneuvers to make you lose control. All I need is to speak the truth. How deeply I love you. How desperately I need you. How incredibly you affect me!"

He shifted back, lowered his trousers, and revealed his erection. Catherine's gaze dropped, and she unconsciously licked her lips. A predator remains a predator, even when being lured into a trap.

He positioned himself and began to enter, inch by agonizing inch, a low groan escaping him.

Catherine's breath hitched as he reached his full depth. Her inner walls pulsed around him, still exquisitely sensitive. She immediately tried to thrust her hips, seeking to regain control, but Isaac again pinned her wrists, holding her stationary.

"Gently," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her. "Allow me to spoil you, remember?"

He initiated a rhythm of long, deep thrusts that struck every sensitive point. "I love you," he rasped against her ear, his voice thick with pleasure. "I love the way your tails encircle my waist like this, as if claiming me. I love how your ears twitch when I strike that precise spot—" He shifted his hips, and she cried out, her nails digging into her palms.

"I missed the look in your eyes when I am inside you. As if I am the sole focus of your existence." Thrust. "Missed how your cheeks blush crimson." Thrust. "Missed hearing my name uttered in that breathy tone you adopt when you are nearing completion once more." "Isaac—damn it—slow down, I cannot—" she gasped, still attempting a commanding tone even as pleasure rapidly intensified.

"You can." He kissed her neck, leaving a hickey there. "I want you to climax again. I wish to feel you unravel around me as I tell you of your beauty. How you are the singular person who has ever made me feel

like this. Six months without seeing you felt like an eternity; I never want to endure such a duration again."

Her second wave of pleasure struck her without any warning, far more intense than the first. She gripped him tightly, his name escaping her lips as her tails coiled around his back. Isaac continued his movements, murmuring affirmations the whole time.

"Good girl... that's my girl... I adore how you culminate for me. I love how wet and heated you become. I love you so incredibly much, Catherine." By the time the lingering sensations subsided, she was trembling, tears welling in her eyes from the sheer intensity.

Isaac finally released her wrists. Instantly, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him into a passionate, demanding embrace, still attempting to assert some measure of control even in this moment.

"I can't... I am unable to withstand any more. You're going to destroy me with all your sweet talk," she vocalized against his mouth, her voice strained. He let out a soft chuckle.

Catherine presented a challenge akin to a difficult video game level. One that was virtually guaranteed to defeat you, yet once you discovered the key strategy, it transformed into the most straightforward stage.

He slightly increased his pace, his hips thrusting with greater force, while continuing to speak. With each uttered word, her eyes grew more distant, and her breathing became more labored.

She experienced another climax, clinging to him with all her might. Isaac followed shortly after, plunging deep within her and groaning her name as he released inside her, whispering "I love you, I love you, I love you" against her neck until his own release was complete.

They remained joined for a considerable minute, their breaths coming in harsh gasps, their bodies slick with perspiration.

Her tails relaxed around him. Isaac gently withdrew and shifted to his side, drawing her into his embrace.

He placed a kiss atop her head, then her fox ears, and finally the bridge of her nose.

"Are you alright?" he inquired softly. Catherine buried her face in his neck, her cheeks still flushed crimson.

"Why are you entering your rebellious phase? You were such a well-behaved boy until this point," she murmured, though there was no genuine annoyance in her tone.

He chuckled quietly, caressing her back.

"I am your husband, not a boy," he stated with a playful grin.

They engaged in several more rounds. Catherine was utterly overcome. Her eyelids were half-closed, her gaze unfocused, her chest rising and falling with small, shallow gasps. Her tails lay limply across the sheets, twitching feebly. She attempted to vocalize something but could only manage a faint, broken whimper.

Isaac gazed down at her, a slow, triumphant grin spreading across his features.

Internally, he was exulting. He had succeeded. He had genuinely "tamed" her, not through any sophisticated technique, but simply by expressing the sincere truth of how much he loved and missed her. The tender words had completely shattered her composure. For the first time, the Celestial Kitsune, who always maintained absolute control, had dissolved into a trembling, utterly blissful wreck because of him.

He had emerged victorious.

Catherine was barely conscious, profoundly exhausted after the numerous climaxes,

She rested on her back, her arms loosely extended above her head.

Her skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Thick ropes of his semen adorned her breasts, some of it gradually sliding down the curve of one nipple.

Between her parted thighs, more of his cum continued to leak from her swollen pussy, dripping lazily onto the bedsheets.

Isaac propped himself up on one elbow, his gaze sweeping over her.

That same victorious smirk played on his lips once more. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, activated the camera, and swiftly captured a photograph of her in this state: marked, and utterly vanquished.

The flash was deactivated, yet the image was sufficiently clear. He studied the screen for a moment, his thumb brushing across it. "Perfect," he muttered under his breath, saving the image. It would serve as a memento of this night. The night he had finally caused her to relinquish control and cry out his name.

He examined the photograph. It was good, but he desired more.

Then, an idea occurred to him.

He shifted closer, moving up the bed until he was positioned near her head.

His erection, still semi-firm and slick with their shared fluids, lay mere inches from her face.

Catherine's golden eyes fluttered open slightly, appearing hazy and unfocused.

"Hey," he said gently, his voice warm yet tinged with a hint of smug satisfaction. "You've made quite a mess. Come on... clean me up."

She was only partially present, her mind still adrift, but her body responded instinctively.

Her warm, pink tongue emerged and slowly traced the underside of his shaft.

A soft, languid stroke, followed by another, tasting both of them.

She lacked the strength to take him fully into her mouth, offering only gentle, drowsy licks, cleaning him with slow drags of her tongue. Isaac's breath hitched. He observed her for a moment, then raised his phone again.

He carefully angled it and took another picture of her lovely face, eyes half-closed, her tongue extended as she licked his cock as if it were the most natural action in the world.

He saved that image as well, a quiet, mischievous smile spreading across his face.