My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 530: Warmth in the Dark (r-18)

Phei scooped Elena up at her quiet, trembling command—princess carry his one forearm hooked under the soft bend of her knees, the other banding iron-strong across her back, cradling her shoulders as though she weighed nothing at all.

The damp towel clung desperately to her lush, dripping curves, already soaked transparent where her fever-hot skin fused to his chest.

It hid nothing of her from him.

Her body was pure fucking sin wrapped in sodden terry cloth.

Soft. Heavily gifted. Dangerous with her hot skin scorching his forearms, flushed crimson from the shower and the deeper, hungrier heat blooming inside her.

Her breasts were the full, obscene, impossibly soft pillowed heaviness that pressed against his pecs, shifting with every ragged breath she took. Her fat, stiff nipples stabbed through the thin fabric like they were trying to carve their way into his skin, scraping slow, torturous circles with each heartbeat.

Her thighs draped over his forearm—plush, quivering pillows of flesh.

The inner surfaces were already glistening, slick with her arousal, painting warm, glossy streaks down his arm every time she squeezed them together instinctively.

Her ass nestled perfectly in the crook of his elbow—round, heart-shaped cheeks that yielded under his grip like ripe fruit, the deep cleft between them radiating molten heat he could feel pulsing even through the towel.

Every step he took rocked her body against his in filthy slow-motion: her breasts were dragging heavy friction across his chest, hips rolling so her cunt kissed the hard ridges of his abs through his shirt, ass cheeks jiggling softly, shamelessly, in his possessive hold.

The bedroom could have been a goddamn palace—he didn’t care.

Nothing was more beautiful than the trembling girl in his arms.

Though it was undeniable that Elena’s room was built for worship and ruin: a massive king bed drowning in charcoal silk sheets and cream linens that spilled over the edges like liquid moonlight.

Floor-to-ceiling windows framed moon-bleached gardens, but the chandelier, marble, art—all of it vanished.

Only she existed: slick, marked, already his.

He reached the bed and lowered her onto the cool silk with aching care like she would break.

She settled with a broken little exhale, towel still knotted loosely above her breasts but ridden up so high the entire lower half of her ass was bare—plump cheeks parting just enough to flash the shadowed cleft and the puffy, glistening pink slit of her cunt squeezed tight between trembling thighs, each pulse making the dampness bloom darker where her inner thighs pressed together.

Phei braced one knee on the mattress, leaned over her, voice gravel and smoke.

"What’s it gonna be, princess?"

Elena rolled onto her side—slow, deliberate, pretending nonchalance. The motion dragged the towel higher.

Now her entire ass was shamelessly bared: full, glowing moons of flesh, smooth except for the prickling goosebumps where cool air licked her.

The deep cleft glistened—arousal had already trickled down from her cunt, coating the tight pucker and inner curves in liquid shine. Her thighs clamped together—but not before he saw everything: swollen outer lips, inner folds flushed dark rose, clit throbbing visibly at the apex like a fat, ripe pearl begging to be sucked.

She knew he was staring.

She could feel the air kissing her exposed cunt, making her clit pulse harder, making fresh wetness well up and drip.

Phei sat beside her, drew the heavy duvet over her body—slow, reverent, tucking it around her shoulders like he was wrapping something sacred and filthy at the same time.

Only then did she turn to face him.

"Get in," she whispered—voice small, commanding but also shaking in anticiaption.

Phei stood and stripped with no shame or hesitation.

Shirt ripped over his head—revealing carved pecs, brutal abs, faint silver scars she wanted to trace with her tongue, each ridge catching the light like sharpened bone. Elena’s eyes flared with sudden fury... then drowned in raw, animal hunger, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gold remained.

Pants shoved down and the boxers followed.

His cock sprang free in its monstrous heaviness, brutally thick enough to shame every filthy fantasy her mind had ever cooked up and lied to her with.

It’s veins stood out like twisted ropes beneath flushed skin while the fat flared crown sat dark plum and glossy, pre-cum already beading thick at the slit before it drooled a slow sticky rope straight toward the floor.

Elena gasped sharp and helpless, her mouth falling open, pupils blown wide black as she stared at the obscene length like it was the only thing left in the universe.

Phei knelt on the bed and the mattress sank under him.

Her hand rose shaking and settled on his chest. Fingers splayed wide over hot muscle feeling the violent thud of his heart.

She dragged her palm lower slow and worshipful mapping every ridge tracing the deep V of his hips until she stopped just above where his cock throbbed against his stomach smearing a warm sticky line of pre-cum across her inner wrist.

Then she threw the covers aside and lunged at him.

Elena wrapped herself around his naked body like she was starving arms locking around his neck legs scissoring with his face buried in the crook of his throat skin on skin every single inch.

His cock pressed thick and heavy against her lower belly blunt head kissing her navel painting glossy streaks of pre-cum across her stomach. Her breasts flattened against his chest soft heavy pillows stiff nipples scraping his skin with every frantic breath dragging that sharp pleasure-pain that tore whimpers from her throat.

Her hands roamed his back nails raking lightly at first then harder digging into muscle following the deep line of his spine dipping into the twin dimples above his ass.

She shivered violently teeth chattering then cursed brokenly against his skin.

"Fuck~... your warmth..."

Phei banded his arms around her thin lithe waist one hand cradling the back of her skull while the other slid down to possessively grip one full bare globe ass cheek squeezing hard lifting her tighter so her dripping cunt dragged open and wet along the thick underside of his shaft.

He lay them down slow cool sheets kissing fevered skin then pulled the heavy duvet over them sealing their bodies in suffocating heat and perfect darkness.

Elena burrowed deeper face pressed to his throat one leg hooking high over his hip so her cunt slid slick and open along his entire length.

She shuddered hard then tapped the bed twice.

Lights died.

Her fingers scrambled desperate yanking the towel free and flinging it into the void.

Now nothing was between them.

Her breasts mashed to his chest soft heavy nipples scraping with every breath. She let her pussy press flush to his cock hot swollen folds kissing the veined shaft clit throbbing directly against the thickest ridge. Pre-cum and her wetness mixed into a slippery obscene glaze between their bodies.

She whispered his name voice splintering.

"Phei~"

Another brutal shudder ripped through her thighs quaking cunt clenching desperately on nothing fresh gushes of slick coating his cock in glossy rivers.

He tightened his arms and dragged her impossibly closer.

"Still cold?" he growled low against her hair voice thick with barely-leashed violence.

Elena’s laugh was tiny fractured trembling.

"No," she breathed. "Not anymore."

Her hips rocked once tiny helpless as her pussy gliding along his length painting him in fresh arousal clit dragging slow and hard against the pulsing vein on his underside.

And in the suffocating dark two predators pretended for one last fragile heartbeat that they weren’t already completely fucking getting lost in each other.

Elena rolled languidly in his arms turning her back to him with slow deliberate grace offering the long elegant arch of her spine like a gift wrapped in moonlight and shadow.

Phei didn’t hesitate.

He shifted closer molding his massive frame around her until every hard inch locked perfectly against her softness.

Broad chest fused to the elegant curve of her back thick thighs caging hers furnace heat rolling off him in heavy waves that dragged another full-body shiver from her despite the shower’s lingering steam.

Her spine settled flush against the scorching plane of his torso every carved ridge of muscle every taut tendon pressing into her towel-damp flesh like brands.

One forearm banded low around her torso just beneath the heavy swell of her breasts huge hand splaying wide across her ribs so she could feel the violent steady thud of his heart hammering against her shoulder blade.

His other arm slid beneath her head living pillow bicep bulging thick and warm under her cheek skin faintly salty when she turned her face into the crook of his elbow and inhaled deep.

Cedar smoke. Clean sweat. That dark coppery bite of dragon blood.

Her eyelids fluttered shut on a soft broken sigh.

Lower down beneath the cocoon of sheets she rolled her hips back with shameless intent.

Now only what remained between was her bare plump ass cheeks and the dripping heat of her cleft meeting the brutal iron-hard length of his cock still trapped behind denim.

She arched just enough and nestled him perfectly between her supple-soft ass cheeks the thick heavy shaft nestling hot and heavy against her soaked slit fat crown pressing insistently against her swollen clit through the thin fabric.