Harem Training System: Every Girl I Train Makes Me Stronger!

Chapter 37: 37. An Elf’s Mouth Was So F-Ing Good That I Had To Flood Her Mouth**

The rhythm began as a slow, meditative crawl. Catherine, having conquered the initial terror of the depth, found her flow.

She moved with a newfound grace, her head bobbing in a steady, deliberate tempo that allowed her to savor every millimeter of the journey. She was no longer fighting him; she was dancing with him.

"Mmmph... hnnn... mmm... mmm..." The sounds she made were deep, resonant vibrations that echoed through her throat and directly into his cock.

As she grew more comfortable, the pace began to shift. The slow, languid strokes transitioned into a more urgent, rhythmic tempo.

Her movements became more fluid, her head moving faster, the wet, slapping sounds of her lips meeting his skin becoming a frantic, erotic percussion in the quiet room.

"Slap... squelch... mmmph... hnnn... slurp... mmm!"

William leaned his head back, his eyes lidding as a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation washed over him. He had experienced plenty of women in his past life, but this was something entirely different.

There was a quality to her, an elven quality that he hadn’t anticipated. Her mouth felt different; it was incredibly soft, yet the muscular control she possessed was uncanny.

It was as if her very anatomy were designed for this level of precision. Her tongue’s texture wrapped around his girth with a seamless, velvety grip, unlike anything he had ever felt.

’Gods...’ he thought, his breath hitching as she increased the speed. ’An elf’s mouth... it’s not just soft.’

’It’s... it’s pure, concentrated pleasure. It feels like being enveloped by warm silk that’s alive.’

Catherine, sensing his mounting tension, leaned into the role of the expert. She began to use her tongue with a devastating efficiency, swirling it around the sensitive underside of the head even as she accelerated the suction.

She was a whirlwind of motion now, her hair swaying wildly with the movement of her head, her eyes looking up at him through her lashes, dark and filled with a primal, triumphant lust.

"Nnnn ghhh! Mmmph! Haaah... mmm... mmmph!" Her moans were no longer just sounds of effort; they were cries of ecstasy.

The sheer sensation of him filling her, the heat of his massive cock sliding against her palate, was driving her into a frenzy.

The pace reached a fever pitch. She was moving with a desperate, hungry speed, her throat working tirelessly to accommodate the heavy, pulsing length.

The sounds in the room were intense: the wet, rhythmic suction; the heavy thud of her head against his pelvis; and the ragged, desperate sounds of her breathing.

"Squelch... slurp... mmmph! Hnnn! Gaaaah!"

William’s composure was fraying at the edges. His hands, which had been resting on the table, were now gripping the edge so hard the wood groaned under his strength.

His hips began to twitch involuntarily, a primal urge to thrust into her mouth to meet her frantic pace.

"Catherine... nnngh... damn it, you... you’re incredible," he growled, his voice a low, vibrating rasp.

He wasn’t just teaching anymore; he was being consumed.

She didn’t stop. She pushed even harder, her tongue working like a frantic, wet machine, her lips creating a vacuum so intense it felt like she was trying to pull his very soul out of his body.

She was screaming into him, the muffled, high-pitched sounds of her arousal vibrating against his shaft, making him feel every single tremor of her elven passion.

"Mmmph aaaah! Hnnn! Mmmph! Mmm!"

The air was thick with the scent of their combined arousal, a heavy, intoxicating musk that seemed to fuel her even more. She was lost in the rhythm, lost in the sensation of the massive, throbbing "meat sword" she had so successfully mastered, her entire world narrowing down to the heat, the pressure, and the incredible, overwhelming man between her lips.

The tempo transitioned from a frantic rhythm into a blurring, chaotic frenzy. Catherine had completely abandoned all pretense of "refined" technique in favor of pure, unbridled instinct.

She was a storm of silver hair and wet, rhythmic sounds, her head moving with a speed that seemed almost superhuman. She was no longer just swirling her tongue; she was using it to whip against the most sensitive parts of his cock, her entire throat working in a desperate, rhythmic suction that felt like it was trying to swallow him whole.

"Slap slap slap! Mmmph! Hnnn ghhh! Squelch! Mmmph!"

The sounds were deafening in the quiet of the room: the frantic, wet slapping of her lips against his skin; the heavy, rhythmic thud of her chin hitting his pubic bone; and the constant, needy whimpers that vibrated through her entire frame.

She was pushing herself to the absolute limit, her eyes rolled so far back that only the whites were visible, and her body was trembling with the sheer effort of maintaining such a blistering pace.

William watched her through hooded, heavy lids. A sense of profound, masculine satisfaction washed over him.

He looked down at the top of her head, watching the way her silver hair whipped around her face, and a smug, triumphant thought crossed his mind.

’Damn, she’s a natural,’ he thought, a low, guttural chuckle vibrating in his chest. ’A bit of a reckless student, but she learns faster than anyone.’

’The training worked perfectly... She’s gone from a clumsy novice to a master of the craft in a matter of minutes.’

The sheer intensity of her was starting to push him toward the precipice. He could feel the pressure building in his loins, a heavy, molten heat that was rapidly approaching a breaking point.

His veins were throbbing, his cock feeling even larger and more engorged as it was subjected to her relentless, expert suction.

"Catherine..." he groaned, his voice a deep, jagged rasp that sounded like grinding stone. "Slow... nnngh... no, don’t slow down... ahhh!"

"Just... hold it... hold that rhythm!"

He felt the familiar, electric surge of his climax approaching. He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

The sheer skill she was displaying was too much; she was practically begging for the reward. He decided then that it was time for the final lesson, the reward for a student who had truly excelled.

"Mmmph! Hnnn! Gaaaah! Mmm mmm mmm!" Catherine’s moans were becoming more frantic, her throat working in long, deep, desperate gulps as she sensed the shift in his energy.

She felt the tension in his thighs, the way his hips began to quiver with the impending release, and it sent a jolt of pure, electric lust through her.

"You’ve been... a very... nnngh... very good student, Catherine," William growled, his hands moving from the table to her hair, his fingers tangling in the silver strands to hold her head firmly in place.

He wasn’t going to let her pull away now. He wanted her to take every single drop.

His breath hitched, his entire body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. "Nngh... ah... here... it’s coming... hnnn!"

As the first wave of pleasure crashed over him, William let out a long, primal roar of release. He thrust his hips forward one last time, burying himself as deep as her throat would allow, and then his body buckled.

"GAAAAAAH!"

SPLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT~!

A massive, hot torrent of semen erupted from him, hitting the back of her throat with the force of a geyser.

"Mmmph! GULP! Hnnnngh! Mmmppphhh!" Catherine’s eyes snapped wide, her throat working frantically as she tried to keep up with the sheer volume of his release.

It was too much; it was an overwhelming flood of warm, thick cream that filled her mouth, coated her tongue, and surged down her throat.

She gagged, but it wasn’t a sound of distress; it was a sound of gluttonous, desperate consumption. She swallowed greedily, her throat bobbing up and down in a frantic attempt to drink it all, her eyes watering from the intensity of the sensation.

"Slurp... mmmph... hnnn... gaaaah... mmm!"

The thick, salty fluid coated the inside of her mouth, and even as he began to pulse with the final, weaker throbs of his climax, she continued to suckle at him, her tongue dancing through the pool of his essence.

William slumped forward, his forehead resting against her hair, his breath coming in heavy, ragged gasps as the aftershocks of the orgasm rippled through his muscular frame.

The room fell into a heavy, lust-filled silence, broken only by the sound of Catherine’s frantic, wet swallowing and her soft, dazed moans of pure, unadulterated satisfaction. She had mastered the sword, and the reward had been more than she ever dared to imagine.