The Heart System Chapter 478

I pressed my lips to hers in that moment, channeling all the unspoken words into the kiss. As we parted, her breaths came quick and shallow, her eyes wide with desire, tiny fists clutching at my shirt.

I lowered myself back onto the sofa and drew her onto my thighs. She positioned herself across me, her legs resting over mine, her head nestling easily beneath my jaw. One of her palms wandered to her abdomen, tracing soft patterns there.

Almost without thought, my hand glided up the rear of her leg, beneath the brief skirt of her servant outfit, until it cradled one plush cheek. I gave it a tender squeeze, massaging the softness, my thumb following the line of her garter band. Minne let out a soft sigh, pressing nearer, her heat penetrating my trousers.

My arousal swelled against her side, growing rigid swiftly. She noticed right away, her breathing catching, her legs squeezing together. The warmth from between her thighs reached me through the light material, already moistening my pants.

I bent forward, my mouth grazing the curve of her ear. “I believe you’ve earned a treat for bearing my child, Minne.”

A quiet moan escaped her, a delicate, desperate noise that shot straight to my groin. “Yes, Master... please...”

My lips touched her neck’s side, while my hand ventured between her legs from the back. My fingertips grazed her drenched underwear, plain cotton that stuck to her sensitive areas. I traced lazy loops over her clit through the cloth, sensing her quiver and part her thighs further.

“You’re already so soaked,” I whispered. “Just from perching on my lap... aware that you’re expecting my baby...”

“Y-yes...” she gasped, her hips grinding ahead into my touch. “It leaves me... so joyful... so desperate...”

I eased my fingers beneath her panties’ border, locating her exposed clit, engorged and slippery. I orbited it deliberately as my free hand continued to work her rear, now and then giving a gentle tap that drew a sharp intake and a tightening from her.

My erection stood completely firm, pushing insistently at my pants, caught in our closeness. Minne moved against it on reflex, little sounds bubbling from her mouth whenever the tip nudged her leg.

I claimed her lips once more, more intensely this time, my tongue dancing with hers as my fingers ventured further down, slipping into her drenched core. She gripped me snugly, warm and pulsing right away. I bent my fingers up, caressing the place that invariably set her shaking.

“Master... oh... right there... please...”

I maintained a consistent pace, fingers sliding in and out steadily, thumb circling her clit firmly, while my other palm switched between grasping her cheek and delivering light swats. Every tap caused her inner walls to squeeze tighter around my digits, her arousal coating my hand.

“You’ll make an amazing mother,” I breathed near her lips. “Bearing my child... nurturing our baby... and remaining my ideal little servant...”

She let out a whine, nodding eagerly. “Y-yes... I want to... I want it all with you...”

I increased the tempo a bit—fingers plunging further, thumb bearing down more on her clit. Her hips jerked, her petite frame quivering atop me.

“Master... I’m... I’m almost there...”

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I said softly. “Let me sense you climax on my fingers... show me your joy...”

She broke apart, a brief, piercing cry stifled into my shoulder. Her core convulsed around my fingers, a rush of wetness soaking my hand. Her limbs trembled, toes flexing, small palms gripping my shirt as she prolonged the waves.

I continued caressing her softly through the peak, easing until her shudders subsided and she collapsed against me, breathless, face hidden in my neck.

“Good girl,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “So damn perfect.”

A bashful smile curved her lips, body still shaking. “Thank you, Master...”

I embraced her tightly for a while, my rigid length still pressed between us, pulsing with urgency, yet satisfied merely by the rhythm of her pulse matching mine.

I pulled Minne even closer, my arms encircling her slender middle completely, drawing her tight to my torso with no gap remaining. Her breath stuttered, hot on my skin, and I sensed her pulse racing through the sheer cloth of her servant attire. With two fingers, I lifted her chin and captured her mouth, starting gently with mere lip contact, then intensifying, my tongue exploring hers in a languid, claiming motion. She surrendered instantly, her delicate hands fisting my shirt, a faint whimper when I tugged at her lower lip.

As I drew away, her gaze was hazy, mouth puffy and glistening. I released a heavy breath, my arousal aching fiercely in my trousers.

“Wait a second,” I said quietly.

I adjusted her position with one arm, then used the other to undo my belt. The buckle sounded softly in the hushed space. Next came the zipper, sharp in the quiet. I pushed my pants and underwear down sufficiently, raising Minne higher to let the cloth pass my hips. My member burst out, solid and weighty, tapping lightly against her midsection over her dress. She inhaled sharply at the touch, her sight fixing on it pulsing against her stomach, a heavy drop of precum already staining the dark material.

“So hot... Master...” she breathed, her tone quivering with wonder and longing. Her tiny hands moved downward naturally, encircling the length, fingers scarcely meeting around it. She pumped once, deliberate and testing, her thumb gliding over the wet tip, distributing the fluid.

I kissed her once more, with greater hunger, as my hands descended to hold her hips. “Straddle it,” I instructed near her lips, my voice gravelly.

Minne bobbed her head quickly, face blushing deeply. She raised up slightly, knees parting broader to frame my legs. Facing me, posture erect, her small form poised just over my erection. One hand remained at the root, holding steady, as the other hiked her skirt’s front and shifted her damp cotton panties aside. The view of her compact, shining core, rosy, puffed, leaking, caused my length to twitch in her hold.

She descended gradually.

The tip met her opening, warm and slippery, easing her folds apart with minimal force. Minne moaned, drawn-out and unsteady, eyelids closing as she dropped another inch. The expansion showed clearly: her entrance stretching broad around my thickness, adhering to each contour and line as she enveloped more.

“Master... it’s... so big...” she mewled, her voice cracking on a breath when the head seated fully within. Her inner muscles fluttered erratically around me, snug and heated, striving to accommodate.

I let out a deep groan, my grip on her hips tightening, aiding her descent. “That’s right... ease onto it... you’re handling it beautifully, honey... damn, your core feels incredible...”