215 Momo [R-18]

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In this chapter, you will see Author's regret for making this novel Harem.

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Despite the heat and urgency of their actions, there was a certain softness, a tenderness that made their intimate dance more profound. Momo's fingertips traced the contours of Mokami's face, committing the feel of him to memory. His hands ran over her form, mapping her through touch, his fingers tracing a path that left her trembling and breathless.

Their bodies moved together, a symphony of sighs and gasps, of whispered words and shared desires. The connection between them was palpable, a thread that bound them together, stronger than any quirk or power. It was their shared dream, their unyielding resolve, their deep love for each other that was the foundation of their relationship, and tonight, it felt more profound than ever.

As the night deepened, the two heroes found themselves drawn further into their dance, their actions growing more urgent, more heated. The room was filled with the sound of their shared breaths, their whispered words of love, and the low hum of the city beyond.

He lowered his mouth to hers, letting out an involuntary groan when their lips met. She opened for him, inviting him to explore her with his tongue. Their tongues danced together, their moans melding in harmonious pleasure.

With agile fingers, Mokami worked to free Momo from her dress, gently pushing aside fabric as he went. When the dress finally slid off, leaving Momo wearing only lacy lingerie, Mokami paused, taking her in with wide eyes.

"You look perfect," he said, admiration thickening his voice. Then, he leaned forward and let out another contented sigh when his lips claimed hers once again.

They lay side by side, naked now, Mokami still trailing lazy kisses across Momo's skin. Each caress came with a gentle word, whispers of affection falling like confetti over the night. And yet despite this peaceful moment, Mokami knew they had all night — hell, even longer — because neither one would rest until they were completely fulfilled. So he began to explore her body with fresh vigor, hands kneading flesh, fingers delving into slippery crevices.

And she did not disappoint him: her scent was heady, musky-sweet; her nipples hardened under his touch; and the walls of her vagina fluttered, begging him to enter her. But it was too early. His lips found her niples, sucking her breasts. He kneaded them gently as he returned to her lips, kissing her until they were both dizzy.

He relented, but only slightly. His fingers continued their ministrations, his mouth and tongue exploring her body with the same vigor. He kissed her and licked her, teasing her and pleasing her. When she was moaning, arching her back in want, he would smile against her skin and ease off, kissing her gently, lavishing her body with affection.

Then, when she was still again, he would start the cycle anew with renewed vigor, his fingers and tongue moving faster, caressing her with need.

When she was panting, writhing beneath him, he eased off, giving her a few sweet seconds of relief. Then he'd change his angle and go back to it, moving a little faster now, a little rougher. He wanted to drive her wild with pleasure. His lips lower and lower. He kissed her flat stomach, then to her legs. Her smooth thighs were more delicious than anything he had tasted before.His fingers slid up her legs, teasing her.

Her skin was so soft, her scent so delicious. His mouth hovered over her labia, his tongue flicking out. Her moans echoed in his ears and he could not help but smile. His hand grabbed her hips as his tongue dipped into her. She was so warm.

He pulled her closer, tasting her garden. She was already sacrating heavenly ambrosia. He licked her lower lips, sucked everything she offered.

His tongue teased the lips of her pussy, begging for entry. She spread her legs wider and moved her hips in tandem with his tongue.

Mokami sent another surge of pleasure throughout her body. The warmth of her seemed to grow more potent, and he felt a rush of desire as he did. Her breath was coming in gasps now. His tongue continued its work, her juices coating his lips and chin.

He slipped a finger into her and her moans only echoed in his ears. His tongue moved in rhythm with his finger. His lips closed around her clitoris and he sucked it lightly.

He felt her walls tightening as he stimulated her. He could sense the pleasure building in her. Her hands pulled his hair and he enjoyed every bit of it. And on the final moment, she came, her juices splashing over his face. She screamed his name, her arms pulling him closer. But he did not stop, she still tasted delicious. He licked her fluids without knowing how to stop.

He moved up, kissing her. Her body was shaking in pleasure. His tongue delved into her, tasting her deeply.

He stopped, smiling at her. He felt so godly, so powerful.

She looked so beautiful, lying beneath him. Her hair was disordered, her body quivering in pleasure.

They had so much time, it was true, but he wanted her now.

She was still gasping when he finally positioned himself at her entrance. She was so wet, so ready for him. His arms pulled her closer, loving her contours, the feel of her body so soft and warm.

Mokami gazed deeply into Momo's eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation or discomfort. Satisfied that she was ready, he gently eased himself into her, feeling her tighten involuntarily around him as her hymen broke. Momo winced slightly, but quickly settled into a comfortable position, wrapping her arms around Mokami's neck and drawing him closer to her.

As they lay there, intimately entwined, Mokami felt a profound connection to Momo that he had never experienced before. It was almost as if they were returning to their mother's womb, floating weightlessly amidst the warm embrace of eternity. Together, they completed each other, forming a harmonious whole that transcended mere sibling love.

The sensation was beyond description, a fusion of physical passion and spiritual union that left them both reeling. They moved together in perfect synchronization, their bodies melding seamlessly as their souls became intertwined. The world around them faded away, replaced by a whirlwind of sensations that defied language.

In that magical moment, time stood still as Mokami and Momo surrendered themselves to the euphoric rush of mutual adoration. The boundaries of reality crumbled in the face of such intense love, replaced by a divine emptiness that filled them both with joyous wonder. The experience transcended human understanding, elevating them to celestial heights that few mortals ever dream of reaching.

Mokami looked down at Momo, his heart swelling with emotion at the sight of her beautiful face.Mokami could feel every inch of Momo, feeling connected to her in a way he never thought possible. He pulled back and drove forward again, each stroke deeper and harder than the last. He watched as Momo's expression changed, her brow furrowed in concentration, her teeth biting her lip.

Suddenly, she reached up and grasped Mokami's hand, pulling him deeper into her. Her eyes closed as she let out a soft sigh, a serene smile spreading across her face. Momo froze, feeling something new stirring within her. Sense of rightness as he settled fully within her. For the briefest instant, she felt as though they had merged together, becoming one entity.

He continued moving inside her, each move building on the previous one.She marveled at the feeling of absolute rightness, as though she had been searching for this feeling her entire life and finally, had found it here, with Mokami.

Her hand gently caressed his cheek, and she leaned up to kiss him. Mokami passionately returned the kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth. She could feel all of him, inside and out, and she loved it. She felt as if she could look into his soul, and she was filled with a sense of peace that she had never known before.

"Oh, Mokami," she whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek.

This was love in its purest form. There was nothing Mokami needed to do except be with Momo. He did not need to fix every problem or make every wish come true. He just needed to be there for Momo, to love her unconditionally, and to feel her love in return. Nothing else mattered. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled him deeper inside of her. Mokami felt her velvety folds wrapping his member. As moved in and out faster and harder, their moans mingled together.

Momo wrapped her arms around Mokami, holding him tightly. She kissed his lips gently, her tongue meeting his. Both of them were breathing hard now. Her walls tightened around him and a soft moan escaped her mouth. The sensation drove Mokami wild. He was thrusting deeper and faster into her. She felt him completely, and it only fueled the desire inside of her.

She began to moan harder, her voice growing louder with each thrust. He sped up, thrusting harder as the pleasure inside her grew. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly agape, her moans echoing in the room. He thrust as hard as he could, slamming himself into her. She screamed as pleasure exploded from her core. Her walls tightened around him, her legs wrapping even tighter around him. He rode the wave of her orgasm, looking down into her eyes.

One final thrust and he reached his peak as well, losing himself in his sister's eyes as he cum inside her womb, filling her completely.

She gasped as the pleasure surged through her.She felt so full, so wondrously full. She could feel his lips against her neck, and his arms holding her tightly, and she could feel him moving inside of her, filling her up, touching every part of her. And with every rush of pleasure, she could feel her love for him swelling, filling her heart until there was no room left for anything else.

As their moans grew louder, Mokami suddenly pulled out of her. His cock dripping with her juices, he flipped her over, her breasts pressed against the futon. Mokami entered her again, her moans of pleasure driving him wild.As Mokami entered her again, he reached down and found her clitoris, aiming to give her even more pleasure.

He felt so strong, yet so gentle, pushing into her. She could feel the weight of his body on hers, and the feeling of his member inside her pussy. She moaned, biting her lip to keep herself from screaming. Their lips met, his tongue again delving into her mouth, feeling her warmth. His hands moved her hips, helping him to thrust deeper and faster into her, losing himself in her tightness.

"Oh, Mokami," she cried out as he touched her sensitive spot.

Her hips were moving in time with his now, their moans echoing throughout the room.

He could feel her walls tightening around him. She reached her orgasm, her juices coating his hand, her moans filling the room.

He thrust harder and harder into her, eager to release the passion inside of her. He could feel her clenching around him, her orgasm growing stronger and stronger. She came again, her walls tightening and wrapping around Mokami.

Mokami groaned as his orgasm reached its peak, he let out a long, deep roar, filling his sister with his seed. They collapsed onto the futon, Mokami pulling her close to him, his arms wrapped around her.

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