Harem Apocalypse: My Seed is the Cure?!-Chapter 259: Doing Rachel in the Whitesun Hotel [1] [R-18 Contents]

Chapter 259: Doing Rachel in the Whitesun Hotel [1] [R-18 Contents]

Once inside the room with the door locked securely behind us, I carried Rachel in my arms toward the bed before carefully releasing her onto the mattress. She bounced slightly on the soft surface, looking up at me with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

I placed my flashlight on the TV shelf directly across from the bed, the beam casting long shadows across the room.

"I’m kind of very nervous..." Rachel admitted softly as she sat up on the bed, quickly removing her shoes and outer shirt to reveal a simple sleeveless undershirt that clung to her curves.

"Everyone seems busy right now," I reassured her as I removed my own shoes, setting them aside neatly. "Let’s just take advantage of this opportunity. And these walls seem pretty thick—Rebecca and Daisy won’t hear us from their rooms."

We were at the opposite end of the floor, after all.

"What about Sydney and Cindy though?" Rachel asked nervously, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "They have enhanced hearing like us. What if they..."

"Sydney is probably occupied bullying Kunta right now," I said with a knowing smile as I shrugged off my jacket. "And Cindy’s likely watching over her to make sure she doesn’t go too far. They won’t come by anytime soon, and if they do..." I paused, my smile turning more intimate. "I think they’ll respect our privacy and leave us alone."

I looked at her meaningfully before adding, "But it all depends on whether you can keep quiet or not."

Rachel’s face flushed a deep crimson. "Oh, shut up..." she muttered, looking away. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

I laughed warmly at her embarrassment before taking her flashlight from where it rested on the bed and placing it atop the shelf next to my own. I carefully angled both lights so their beams illuminated the bed in a soft, ambient glow.

"That should give us enough light," I said, satisfied with the arrangement.

"Are you filming an amateur tape or something?" Rachel asked with a nervous giggle.

"I just want to see your face," I replied with complete honesty, my voice dropping to a more intimate register. "To see every expression, every reaction. Otherwise it loses the whole purpose of making love with someone you love."

The sincerity in my words made Rachel’s breath catch slightly.

I began to drop my pants, ready to join her on the bed. Rachel had already removed her jeans and was now wearing only her panties below, revealing her long, beautiful legs that seemed to go on forever. The simple cotton underwear somehow looked incredibly sexy on her athletic frame.

"Wait!"

I was already moving to climb onto the bed when Rachel’s hand shot out, stopping me mid-motion.

I looked at her with obvious disappointment and confusion.

"You don’t want to anymore?" I asked, trying to keep the dejection out of my voice.

I wouldn’t force her obviously—consent was paramount—but my body and mind were both already fully committed to this!

"N—No, it’s not that..." Rachel shook her head quickly, getting up on her knees on the bed and staring directly at the obvious bulge in my briefs. "I just... I want to help you first..."

"Help me?" I asked, genuinely confused about what she meant.

"Y—Yeah... help you to get ready and... hard," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Understanding dawned on my face.

"Rachel... I’m already hard," I said plainly, gesturing to the tent in my underwear that made the fact quite obvious.

"You know what I mean..." Rachel said, sulking slightly at my obtuseness. "Like Sydney did for you... ugh... I mean a blowjob!" She finally sputtered out the words, her face burning with embarrassment.

I was genuinely dumbfounded hearing that declaration.

"You want to give me a blowjob?" I asked, wanting absolute clarity.

"Yes..." Rachel nodded firmly despite her obvious nervousness. "Sydney told me about when she did it for you and how much you really liked it."

Sydney... I thought with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

Setting aside the fact that she was apparently sharing detailed accounts of our sexual activities with the other girls... what kind of masterful manipulation was this? Was she actively trying to corrupt everyone or something?

"I’m not being forced or manipulated," Rachel said, reading my thoughts from my expression. Then she asked hesitantly, vulnerability clear in her voice, "You did like it, right? When she did it?"

"I mean, yeah..." I admitted honestly.

"Then it’s fine," Rachel said with more confidence, her blush deepening. "You’ve given me so much pleasure already... so I want to do this for you in return. I want to make you feel good too."

Before I could respond, she reached toward my briefs with trembling but determined hands and pulled them down in one swift motion.

My cock sprang free immediately, already fully erect and straining toward her as if it had a mind of its own.

Looking at Rachel staring wide-eyed at my exposed length, I spoke gently.

"Do you know how to do it?" I asked carefully.

It was obviously her first time attempting this, so I wanted to make sure she felt comfortable.

"I know the basics," Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving my cock. "I’m not a child, Ryan."

She reached out tentatively, her hand hovering for just a moment before wrapping her soft fingers around my thick shaft.

"Oh..." I groaned involuntarily, the sensation of her cool palm against my heated flesh sending pleasure straight up my spine.

Rachel began stroking immediately, but her pace was too fast, too urgent—the inexperienced eagerness of someone trying to replicate something they’d only heard described.

"W...Wait, Rachel, just slow down..." I managed to say through gritted teeth, placing my hand gently over hers to guide her rhythm.

Rachel looked up at me with those expressive eyes and nodded obediently, slowing her strokes to a more measured pace. I silently prayed I wouldn’t embarrass myself by cumming immediately from her touch alone.

My cock hardened even further inside her palm, growing thicker and longer until it reached its full impressive size. A clear bead of precum formed at the tip, glistening in the flashlight’s glow.

Seeing it appear, Rachel stopped stroking and stared at the fluid with obvious fascination and embarrassment.

It was her first time witnessing the formation of my precum up close and personal like this. Until now, she’d only felt it entering inside her when we’d had sex, or seen it spilling out of her pussy afterward—but never like this, never this close where she could see every detail.

"Is this... normal?" She asked softly.

"Very normal," I assured her with a gentle smile. "It means you’re doing everything right. It’s my body’s way of preparing for... well, for more."

Rachel nodded, processing this information. Then, with visible determination, she leaned forward slightly.

Her tongue emerged, barely clearing her teeth and she licked. One small, uncertain stripe across the head, catching the bead of pre-cum directly.

"Fuck—"

The sound tore out of me before I could stop it. Rachel pulled back an inch, eyes darting up, startled more by my reaction than anything she’d done. I opened my mouth to tell her she didn’t have to, that there was no obligation here —

She looked back down and licked again.

Slower this time. A full, flat drag of her tongue from beneath the crown up through the slit, her brow furrowing the way it always did when she was genuinely trying to understand something. She licked along the underside next, an unsteady wandering stroke, too much pressure and slightly the wrong angle, the inexperience written openly into every motion. She corrected. Tried again.

My hand found her hair, fingers spreading through the soft red strands, feeling the silky texture against my palm.

Rachel looked up when she felt my touch, her eyes finding mine over the length of me. She was still flushed beautifully, cheeks pink with arousal and nervousness, still clearly figuring out what she was doing, but completely unashamed of either the act or her inexperience.

"You really don’t have to—" I started to say, wanting to give her one more out.

"I know," she said against the head of my cock, her words warm and half-muffled by proximity, breath ghosting across my sensitive flesh. And before she even finished speaking, she opened her mouth and took me inside.

"Hmm~"

The wet seal of her lips closing around me made me draw a sharp breath. The warmth spread through me, hitting somewhere behind my sternum and radiating outward.

Rachel held still for a moment, her jaw working slightly to accommodate the stretch, saliva beginning to gather and ease what would otherwise be uncomfortable friction. I could feel her adjusting, preparing herself.

Then she began to move.

Small bobs at first, and cautiously. Her lips slid down maybe an inch before drawing back, the suction inconsistent at this stage - releasing and rebuilding as she tried to find the right rhythm. A soft "slhck" escaped from the corner of her mouth on the upstroke, a wet sound she clearly didn’t realize she was making. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft tightly, knuckles turning pale from the pressure.

"Hmphh~~hmmmf~~hmmm~~"

Her breathing came through her nose in shallow, measured bursts. Beneath those sounds, I could hear the small adjustments she was making, the learning happening in real-time as she tried to figure out what worked, what felt good, what she could handle.

"Rachel..." Her name came out rough and strained from my lips. "Keep going... that feels—"

She pushed a fraction deeper than she’d intended, perhaps emboldened by my encouragement.

"Hmppff!"

Her throat caught around the head of me unexpectedly and she lurched back immediately, eyes watering from the reflex, a thin string of saliva pulling from her lip to the tip of my cock before it broke and fell.

"You okay?" I asked with genuine concern, my hand in her hair stroking soothingly.

"Y...Yeah," she nodded, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth as she recovered her breath. She looked embarrassed by her reaction, a deeper flush coloring her cheeks.

"Take your time," I said gently. "There’s no rush. Just do what feels comfortable."

Rachel looked down at my cock for a long moment. Then her eyes flicked back up to meet mine with renewed determination.

Then she went back down.

Shallower this time.

She’d learned from that momentary setback. Her lips sealed around me just past the crown, working the upper half of my length while her fist stroked the rest in coordination. The soft "hmmp" she made around me sent vibrations traveling up the full length of my shaft, making my hips twitch involuntarily.

"God..." I breathed out roughly. "Rachel—"

She registered the sound I made, the pleasure in my voice and something shifted in her eyes when she glanced up briefly. The nervousness still lived there, still colored her movements, but something steadier, more confident was growing alongside it.

Her pace gradually found something closer to an actual rhythm.

"Hmfff~~hmmmm~~hhhhufff~~Slchuck~~"

Wet and soft and still imprecise, yes, but improving with each bob of her head. Her lips dragged along my shaft in small strokes, and I watched her red hair rise and fall against my palm in the low amber light cast by our flashlights, the sight almost hypnotic. I forgot entirely what holding still felt like, my hips beginning to move slightly in counterpoint to her movements.

"Look at me," I said, my voice coming out more ordering than I’d intended. "Look up at me while you do that, R..Rachel..."

Rachel raised her eyes obediently, maintaining the motion of her mouth.

Her green eyes were noticeably wet and teary from her earlier gagging, the moisture making them shine in the dim light. She paused briefly when our gazes locked, perhaps uncertain about what I wanted.

But after a moment, understanding dawned in her expression. I was asking her to look at me because I wanted to see her, wanted to watch her beautiful face as she sucked my cock, wanted that intimate visual connection while she pleasured me.

The realization made her blush deepen, but she resumed bobbing her head with renewed focus, maintaining eye contact this time.

The wet, lewd sounds of her lips moving along my member and my cock hitting the inside of her warm mouth continued echoing in the quiet room, mixing with our heavy breathing. Rachel’s cheeks hollowed noticeably as she increased her suction, trying to take more of my length, pushing her own limits.

I felt a dark urge rising inside me, the desire to grab her head firmly and start thrusting into her mouth, to chase my pleasure more aggressively. But I held that impulse back with significant effort, my fingers flexing in her hair but not pulling or pushing.

Like anger, lust could sometimes drive me to do things I’d regret later. And I would never, ever hurt Rachel. She was precious to me, and this was her first time attempting this.

Just when I thought I couldn’t hold back much longer, that my restraint was reaching its absolute limit—

"R...Rachel..." I groaned out in warning, my voice strained almost beyond recognition.

Her warm, wet mouth was completely undoing me, melting my resolve in the damp heat and soft suction she was providing.

"Hmppffh~"

Rachel, still staring up at me with those wide green eyes, suddenly sucked harder and took more of my cock into her mouth than she had before, pushing deeper despite her earlier difficulty.

And that completely undid me.

"W...wait! Oh fuck...!" I grunted desperately, trying to pull back from her lips, but it was a fraction too late.

My orgasm hit me strongly. The first pulse of cum shot into her mouth before I could fully withdraw, making her eyes widen in surprise at the sudden warm fluid on her tongue. The rest of my release painted her face as I pulled back as thick ropes of white cum hitting her nose, her forehead, her flushed cheeks, decorating her beautiful face with the evidence of my pleasure.