My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 529: Phei’s Psycho, Elena 2 (r-18)

She said it completely deadpan.

Then, in a tiny, cracked voice of her laugh echoed diffusing the effects of her words. "That was a joke... mostly."

Phei’s hand slid lower while applying a bit of his Goddess Fall Touch—slow, possessive—settling just above the supple-soft heavy and round curve of her bare ass cheek, shameless as her.

His fingers splayed wide enough to feel the heat pouring off her bare skin, thumb tracing one lazy, maddening circle at the base of her spine that made her thighs clench and shake and a fresh gush of wetness coat his pants.

When his palm finally cupped one full, round bare supple-soft ass cheek—gods, the feel of it—it was perfection: plush yet firm, the kind of ass that filled his hand like it was made for his grip, soft outer layer giving way just enough to let his fingers sink in before meeting the taut, toned muscle beneath.

Warm, silky-smooth skin still damp from the shower, trembling slightly under his touch.

He squeezed once—slow, testing—and felt the flesh yield beautifully, then rebound with elastic spring, the cheek jiggling faintly before settling back into his palm like it belonged there.

"Mmm~" She moaned softly while she gripped and pushed harder ino his embrace while her ass lifted to press deeper into his palm.

A low growl almost escaped his throat; his cock jerked hard against her in response, thickening painfully, the head pulsing visibly through denim as if trying to reach the heat it could feel so close, the pressure of her dripping cunt grinding down on him sending sparks up his spine.

"Survival," he echoed with his Charm Speech, voice gravel and smoke. "Got it."

She shivered—full-body, involuntary—then tried to cover it with another huff that came out as a broken whimper.

"Don’t read into it."

"Wouldn’t dream of it."

His thumb kept tracing—slow, torturous circles—each one sending fresh heat blooming between her legs until her cunt was clenching on nothing, dripping steadily down her inner thighs.

Those thighs—when they pressed together around his leg in reflex, they were plush and powerful at once: soft inner surfaces slick with her arousal, outer muscle firm and trembling, the skin fever-hot and satin-smooth where it brushed his jeans.

Every clench made them quiver against him, the plushness yielding just enough to let him feel the tremor run through her core and straight into his trapped cock.

She sucked in a breath in sharp but audible sound then ground forward harder into his thigh, deliberate, towel bunching at her hips as she dragged her slick, swollen folds along the full length of his trapped cock.

The friction was obscene—wet, hot, thehead of his cock nudging her clit through pants with every roll, making her gasp against his shirt while his shaft throbbed in response, leaking pre-cum that darkened the front of his jeans even more.

Her breasts dragged against his chest—soft, heavy mounds compressing and springing back against his pecs, her nipples scraping like hard little points of fire through the towel, sending jolts straight to his groin and making his balls tighten.

"Stop that," she hissed—voice cracking. "I’m just... warming up."

"Course you are."

He dipped his head. Lips brushed the crown of the towel turban—soft, almost tender—then drifted lower, ghosting along her temple where a stray wet curl clung to skin.

The skin there tasted faintly of salt and gardenia when he let his tongue flick out—just once—making her whimper and her cunt clench harder against his cock.

"Efficient," he repeated. "Very."

Elena’s arms tightened around his waist—almost punishing—she rolled her hips again—

His cock jerked visibly against her, thickening even more, the head pulsing like it was trying to punch through the fabric and bury itself inside her dripping heat.

"Shut up," she muttered. "You’re ruining the practicality."

Phei chuckled—low, quiet, the sound vibrating straight into her nipples and making them throb harder against the towel while his own chest tightened with the effort of holding still.

"Sorry. Keep using me. I’m here for the warmth after all the sneaking in."

She groaned—half frustration, half surrender—and burrowed deeper, nose pressed to the hollow of his throat where his pulse hammered like a war drum against her lips. Inhaled again—greedy, obscene—filling herself with that dark, addictive scent that made her head spin and her cunt flutter around nothing.

"You smell like sin and the bad decision of me calling you," she whispered, voice glassy, wrecked. "I hate how much I like—love it."

Then—quiet, almost too quiet, the crazy slipping through the cracks:

"If you ever try to leave this room without kissing me first, I’ll claw your eyes out and keep them in a jar on my nightstand so I can watch you watch me forever."

A beat.

She pulled back half an inch—eyes wide, innocent, like she hadn’t just said something horrifying.

"...Kidding," she added in a tiny voice. "Totally kidding. Haha."

She wasn’t. Phei’s smile was slow. Dangerous.

"Still just warming up?" he murmured, hand sliding down to cup the other bare cheek now—fuck, even better from this angle—the flesh even softer here, fuller, yielding under his palm like warm dough before the firmness of muscle pushed back, making his fingers sink in deeper.

His fingers dug

in harder this time, squeezing the plush cheek with raw possession, feeling the silky-smooth skin mold perfectly to his palm like warm velvet before it tried to slip away from the pressure—only for him to tighten his grip and sinking deeper until the firm muscle underneath yielded and quivered.

He lifted her just enough that her dripping cunt dragged higher along the thick, throbbing ridge of his trapped cock, the wet, obscene glide loud in the quiet room—schlicking audibly as her slick coated his fingers where they brushed too close to her swollen folds, hot and slippery, leaving glossy strands that stretched and snapped between them.

She whimpered softly in broken needy moan and then sank her teeth into his shirt to muffle the sound, the fabric bunching wetly against her lips.

"Shut up," she hissed against his chest, voice trembling with embarrassment and hunger at once, even as her hips rocked harder, thighs clamping tight around his leg.

Those plush inner thighs—fever-hot, slick with her own arousal—pressed flush against his denim, the outer firmness flexing and quivering with every desperate grind, every tiny tremor transmitting straight through the fabric to his aching cock, making his heavy balls draw up tight and his shaft pulse helplessly beneath her.

"Just... shut up and let me use you."

Phei’s chuckle rumbled low and filthy from deep in his chest.

"Use away, princess."

She did—without hesitation.

Her hips rolled in slow, greedy circles, cunt sliding wet and open along the full length of his trapped dragon, the towel bunching uselessly at her waist now as bare thighs trembled harder.

Fresh wetness was there and each pass making her walls flutter visibly beneath the thin skin, clenching on nothing as if begging to be filled.

Her heavy breasts dragged and compressed against his chest—soft, warm mounds squishing and springing back with every breath, her stiff nipples scraping teasingly through the towel fabric, sending sparks straight to her core.

Her breath hitched sharply, fingers clawing desperately at his back, nails raking red lines through his shirt as she muttered "I’m not clinging" like a broken mantra—even while her body screamed the opposite: thighs quaking uncontrollably, ass rippling softly under his squeezing hands, cunt leaving thick, claiming streaks of cream and wetness all over his jeans and the throbbing heat of his cock.

And she still didn’t let go.

Not even close.

She kept grinding—obsessively, possessively—nails drawing tiny beads of blood through the fabric while her cunt throbbed and wept hotter against him, the heat blooming so intense he could feel every pulse of her swollen folds dragging along his length.

Somewhere between one filthy, rolling grind and the next, she pressed her lips to his throat, voice cracking with raw want and something darker, hungrier:

"You’re mine now... even if I have to chain you to this bed to prove it."

Then she giggled—high, unhinged, adorably feral—and sank her teeth into his collarbone like it was candy, the sharp little bite sending a jolt straight to his cock.

Phei just held her tighter, hands full of that perfect plush-firm ass—squeezing, kneading, spreading the cheeks so her dripping slit opened wider against him—his thick dragon throbbing helplessly beneath her weeping heat, pre-cum leaking steadily to mix with her mess.

He let her keep lying to herself.

For now.