Gathering Wives with a System Chapter 679 Shameful Display, Challenge

Catherine's eyes were locked on his still-hard, glistening cock. Her breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling quickly. Her hands hovered uselessly near her own dripping entrance and stiff nipples, fingers twitching with the desperate need to touch, yet the command held them frozen in place.

Isaac turned his head toward Catherine. A slow smile curved his mouth, but he said nothing. His gaze shifted back to Celia, who still lay half-limp, eyes glassy and unfocused.

"Want more, or are you tired?" he asked.

"More…" The word left her in a thin, breathy whisper.

Her legs were already twitching. The Celestial Kitsune ability had drained lifeforce from both of them during the earlier climax; Celia's body, despite her absurd stats, was clearly running on fumes. Isaac himself felt fine. His new skills had kept his reserves of life force high.

He smiled at the almost broken look on her face, then simply lay back beside her.

"If you want it, take it yourself," he said.

Celia's lips formed a faint pout. She knew exactly what he was doing—tormenting her for his own amusement—yet the ache between her legs refused to let her refuse. She pushed herself up on shaking limbs and climbed over him. Her thighs trembled as she reached down, wrapped her fingers around his still-hard shaft, and tried to line it up.

"Hnn… it's too big…" A soft, strained noise escaped her as the thick head pressed against her entrance. "You should stop using that stupid skill already. Your dick is a weapon at this point."

Isaac only chuckled, watching her struggle. "You're complaining while your pussy is already dripping all over it."

She sank down slowly, taking only part of him. Her hips began to roll in careful, shallow movements, never fully seating him.

"Hands behind your head," Isaac said.

"What?" she asked.

Telekinetic force locked her wrists and guided them up until her fingers laced behind her own head.

"Do it, or we stop," he added.

Celia called him shameless and other things under her breath. A thin thread of saliva already hung from the corner of her mouth. In the end, she obeyed, locking her hands in place. The new position left her completely open, breasts lifted, spine arched. A fresh wave of shame colored her cheeks; she felt even more naked than before.

"Pervert… You're a bastard to smile while making me do this…" she managed between shaky breaths.

"You don't sound very convincing when you're twisting your hips like that," Isaac answered, voice mild.

"Shut up. It's because of your skill," she said. She continued moving for several minutes, broken moans slipping through her lips.

Isaac watched her and before long his hands finally settled on her ass. Fingers dug into soft flesh.

"I can't cum like this in a hundred years. At least take me all the way in," he said.

He slammed upward.

Celia's body dropped the rest of the way in one sudden motion.

"Hyaaagh—! Ungh—! Hiik—!"

The full stretch punched the air from her lungs. Isaac kept her there, hands gripping her ass, and began to fuck up into her with deep, powerful thrusts. Celia's head tipped back; the broken noises spilling from her throat quickly turned into breathless, filthy encouragement.

"Yes—like that—ah, ah—fuck my pussy—harder—hiik—just like that—!"

Her walls clenched hard around him as another orgasm ripped through her. Isaac did not stop. He rolled them both onto their sides without pulling out, hooked one of her legs high against his hip, and drove back in at a brutal new angle. Celia's face buried itself against his neck; every impact forced hot, shuddering breaths and soft, broken moans against his skin.

"Hnnn… aahh… hiik…"

Isaac's golden eyes lifted and locked with Catherine's.

Need and hunger burned openly in her gaze. Her throat bobbed once as she swallowed. Even with her normally iron control, the repeated nights of sex had loosened the leash on her Celestial Kitsune instincts; the urge for more—wild, relentless more—was written plainly across her face.

Isaac never looked away from her. He kept slamming into Celia's trembling body until he buried himself to the root and came hard, flooding her once again.

Then, Isaac pulled out.

Celia's eyes remained glazed, lips parted. She leaned up just enough to press a soft, open-mouthed kiss against his mouth, then collapsed back onto the sheets, chest rising and falling in heavy waves.

Isaac sat up and turned toward Catherine.

He moved over her without a word, slid two fingers between her thighs, and pushed them inside. Catherine made no sound—she refused to give him the satisfaction—but her breathing roughened and her waist began to twist in small, involuntary circles. He worked her steadily, curling against the spots that made her walls flutter, until her hips started to lift of their own accord.

The moment her body tensed for release, he withdrew completely.

"Are you going to apologize?" he asked with a smile.

"How long until your skill duration ends?" Catherine asked back with a smile of her own.

Isaac blinked, then let out a low chuckle. She was still holding on. Pride refused to yield to lust. Her question was a quiet threat: the moment the command lifted she would overpower him with her superior stats and make him regret every second of this.

A darker impulse stirred in his chest. After the dream—after seeing how far Catherine and Celia were willing to go—he realized he no longer needed to keep the honest, possessive side of himself locked away. It made him want to do everything he ever wanted. The first was to break that pride of hers.

"How about this? Whoever makes the other one cum first is the one who was right. The loser will apologize. No penetration though," he said.

Catherine's eyes glinted. She smiled, already certain of victory. "Let's do it."

Isaac released the command.

Catherine moved at once, sliding between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around his still-hard shaft, gave the tip a slow lick, then took him into her mouth. Soft, rhythmic, yet filthy wet sounds filled the room.