Harem Points System: Every Touch Counts!

Xavier's hands paused on her thighs, thumbs grazing the soft inner curve, so close to that sweet spot he was dying to claim.

His cock was rock-hard, straining like it wanted to bust through his pants, his whole body screaming to flip her over and fuck her until she screamed his name. He took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool, but his eyes were glued to her ass, all glossy with oil, begging to be grabbed.

His hands moved, slow and deliberate, to her soft butt. He sank his fingers in, kneading the plump, juicy flesh, feeling it give under his touch like it was made for him. So fucking soft, so perfect, he could've lost himself right there, groping her until she was a moaning mess.

"Mmmmh~" Seraphina's moan slipped out, low and needy, hitting him like a shot of pure lust.

'How's he so damn good at this?' she thought, eyes fluttering shut, her body melting under his hands. He was bold, not the shy gigolo she'd bought from that sleazy slave trader. She didn't care to question it, not when his fingers worked her ass like he owned it, sending sparks straight to her core.

Xavier kept going, his hands playing her like a fucking instrument, each squeeze making her squirm. Seraphina felt it—an itch, a craving deep in her pussy, hot and insistent.

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to flip over, to beg for more. 'This is just a massage,' she told herself, but her body was screaming otherwise, aching for his touch to go further, deeper.

"Stop."

Xavier froze, hands hovering over her glistening ass, a smirk tugging at his lips. He'd been waiting for this, biding his time, knowing she'd crack. She turned over, her face flushed, trying to hide the blush but failing miserably. Her tits jiggled in that lacy bra, her milky skin glowing, her eyes darting away like she could hide how bad she wanted him.

'Hahaha! She's so fucking cute!' Xavier laughed inwardly, his cock throbbing at the sight. 'How long you gonna hold out, Seraphina? I already own you, not the other way around. It's just a matter of time.'

She closed her eyes, waiting, practically vibrating with need for his hands. Seconds ticked by, and nothing. Her eyes snapped open, a flicker of irritation in her chest, but then she saw him—his gaze predatory, raking over her body like he was starving and she was the meal. It sent a thrill through her, melting her annoyance into something hotter, needier.

"What are you waiting for? Touch me…" she said, voice low, almost a plea.

"Couldn't help it, Lady Seraphina. You're just too fucking beautiful," Xavier said, his smile all charm and sin. He started at her chest, hands gliding down the sides of her milky breasts, teasing the edges of her bra. Her skin was soft as sin, warm under his fingers, and he could feel her breath quicken, hitching with every touch. Each brush of his hands made her squirm, her nipples hardening under the lace, begging for him.

She couldn't take it.

"Wait," she breathed, sitting up. Her fingers fumbled with her bra, unhooked it, and tossed it aside. Her tits spilled free, full and heavy, not a hint of sag, perfect and round like they were sculpted for his hands.

She flashed a seductive smile, her eyes glinting. "More skin. For your… comfort."

"Indeed," Xavier said, his voice a low growl. 'Don't bullshit yourself, Seraphina. You want my hands on those massive tits, want me to play with them until you're begging. You ripped that bra off because you couldn't fucking stand it anymore.'

He saw it clear as day, her need matching his, and he was gonna give her exactly what she craved.

He grabbed the oil, pouring a slow, deliberate stream over her breasts, watching it drip onto her areolas. The dark pink buds tightened under the slick warmth, glistening like a wet dream. He set the bottle down, hands diving in, cupping her tits, feeling their weight, heavy and perfect in his palms.

So fucking soft, like sinking into warm silk, each squeeze making his cock pulse harder. He spread the oil, thumbs circling her areolas, slow and teasing, feeling the pebbled texture of her nipples under his touch. They were hard, straining, begging for more, and he gave it, flicking his thumbs over them, rolling them gently, watching her lips part in a gasp.

"Aahnnn~" Seraphina moaned, loud and needy, her body arching into his hands. It was like he was in her head, knowing every spot, every touch she craved, delivering it with a skill that made her head spin. No masseur she'd ever had came close to this. Her heart pounded, a strange warmth blooming inside her, something more than lust, something dangerous.

Xavier's thumbs kept working, pressing her nipples, feeling them stiffen even more under his touch. He pinched lightly, just enough to make her squirm, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to ease the ache between them.

He could smell her arousal, could see it in the way her body moved, desperate for more. His hands kneaded her tits, oil slicking every inch, making them glisten like a fucking porn star's wet dream. He wanted to bury his face in them, suck those nipples until she screamed, fuck her tits until he came all over her perfect skin.

'She's mine,' he thought, his smirk widening as he watched her melt under him. 'This is just the start, Seraphina. I'm gonna have you begging soon.'

Her eyes fluttered open, catching his, and a small smile curved her lips, soft and almost tender.

[Seraphina's Affection for you has increased… Current Affection: 75%]

"Soon,"