My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 528: Phei’s Psycho, Elena (r-18)

Phei’s cock—already half-hard from Lina’s relentless "hiding" sessions—swelled thicker, heavier, painfully rigid against denim, the head leaking against the fabric.

He’d just fucked her mother—left her dripping, trembling, clenching around him in a car outside the gates—and now here was the daughter, wearing the exact same impossibly beautiful face and assets, but amplified: fuller breasts, lusher hips, thighs that promised to crush and cradle, a pussy already weeping for him.

He gulped. Audibly.

Elena’s smile was slow. Triumphant. Filthy.

"Does it work?" she asked, voice husky, wrecked. "Is it enough?"

Phei could only nod—once, sharp, throat working, cock jerking visibly in his jeans.

She stood.

And walked to him.

Not a normal walk.

Every step was deliberate—hips rolling in a slow, liquid rhythm, towel shifting with each sway, threatening to slip but never quite doing it.

Thighs brushed together—soft, wet whisper of skin on skin—breasts swaying gently beneath terry, nipples dragging against fabric with every movement, leaving faint damp trails.

Droplets slid from her neck, traced paths down deep cleavage, disappeared beneath the loosening knot.

Her bare feet whispered across marble—silent, predatory. Eyes locked on his.

Unblinking. Starving maybe.

Phei stood too—slowly—cock throbbing, pulse hammering in his ears, every inch of him screaming to close the distance.

Elena closed the distance in three slow, predatory steps—towel clinging like wet silk, droplets tracing obscene, glistening paths down her collarbones and straight into the shadowed valley between her breasts that rose and fell with every ragged breath.

Without a word, she stepped right into him.

Close enough for him to smell shower steam and gardenia and the unmistakable musk of her arousal.

Close enough to feel the heat radiating off her flushed skin.

Close enough to see the way her pupils had blown black, the faint tremor in her lower lip, the way her thighs pressed together once—hard—squeezing slick heat between them like she was already aching to be filled.

"Hi," she whispered, breath ghosting over his lips.

Phei’s voice came out rough. Ruined like a starved dragon he was. "Hi."

She reached up—slow—fingers brushing his jaw, then sliding into his hair, tugging him down to her level ever so slightly.

And the room, no, the entire fucking estate—narrowed to the wet, trembling space between their mouths.

Her other arm snapped around his waist—tight, possessive, nails already digging crescent moons through his shirt into the small of his back like she was marking territory. Her face smashed hard against the center of his chest, nose buried deep in cotton soaked with him—

She inhaled once—deep, greedy, shameless—lungs filling until her ribs pressed painfully against his ribs.

Then she exhaled in a long, trembling shudder that ghosted hot across his sternum and made her own nipples scrape harder against the towel, the stiff peaks dragging slow, torturous lines across his pecs through the thin fabric.

Phei didn’t flinch. Let her take.

Then his arms came around her—slow, deliberate—one hand settling at the small of her back, the other cradling the nape of her neck through the damp towel turban.

He didn’t squeeze. Just held her there possessively.

And he let her mold herself against him until there wasn’t a millimeter of space left between them.

Her body felt fever-hot against his—soft where she curved into him, firm where muscle tensed under smooth skin, every inch radiating need like she was burning from the inside out.

His own chest expanded against hers with each controlled breath, his heartbeat thudding heavy and steady against the frantic flutter of hers.

She spoke first, voice muffled against his shirt, trying for casual tone and failing spectacularly.

"I’m cold," she said. "That’s all. The shower was hot. And the air’s fucking cold. Needed warmth. Nothing more. I’m not clinging."

Phei’s lips curved—just a fraction—into something dangerous."Mm~hmm Warmth."

His thumb brushed once—barely—along the exposed skin at the base of her skull, slow enough to make her whole body jolt.

The skin there was impossibly soft, still damp and heated from the shower, like velvet warmed by sun.

A shiver rippled straight down her spine and into him, making his own muscles tighten in response.

"Very practical," he murmured, voice dropping so low the vibration rumbled straight through his chest into her stiff nipples. "Smart, even. Body heat’s the most efficient transfer."

She huffed—small, annoyed—then ground forward and deeper anyway in all vulnerability there is he’d ever seen give away.

Her breasts flattened harder against his ribs through terry cloth—soft, heavy, yielding like ripe fruit yet buoyant enough to spring back with every breath she took, her nipples dragging stiff, aching peaks across his chest with torturous friction that made his own skin tighten and his nipples pebble in response.

Phei exhaled softly.

She tiptoed to increase her height a bit and her hips rocked once in subtle, testing rocks to tease the ridge, until the towel rode up and her bare, fever-hot cunt kissed the thick, rigid ridge of his cock through his pants.

The contact was electric.

She was already from shower and a bit of arousal from his auras and abilities—had been since she first smelled him in the corridor he was unaware even happened—and the first slow roll of her hips left a dark, glossy streak along the front of his jeans, the fabric darkening visibly as she dragged her open folds along his length again.

Her cunt felt molten—plush outer lips swollen and slippery, inner heat pulsing against him like a second heartbeat—while his cock throbbed hard in answer, the shaft thickening painfully against the confining denim, the head nudging insistently at her clit through the barrier.

But he pretended not to notice and commented nothing.

"I’m not clinging," she repeated—louder this time, almost frantic, nails digging deeper into his back. "This is... utilitarian. Survival. You’re warm. End of story. If you move even one inch I swear I’ll scream for my mother and tell her you broke in to assault me. Then we’ll both be fucked..."

She paused, hips rolling harder, her cunt sliding hot and slippery along the throbbing outline of his cock, leaving another long, wet trail that soaked deeper into his jeans.

"...though I’d rather you just fuck me instead."