My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 538: Impatient Cassiopeia (r-18)

The bedroom door sighed open—no latch or much of a creak—just the velvet whisper of sin given flesh.

Cassiopeia stepped inside, and the air thickened, sweet and heavy as incense before a blasphemy.

Phei’s breath shattered in his throat. Gods, he’d buried himself in the depths of her ass, mapped every ridge of her with his lips and fingertips, yet each appearance of her struck him like a consecrated blade—holy to touch, damned to desire given what she was aiming to do to him after here.

She was too much. A violation of mortal measure. Her body had been carved by hands that knew no mercy—curves so extreme they mocked heaven’s own design, each swell of her was a whispered temptation, each dip a promise of ruin.

Her dark hair cascaded over one shoulder like spilled ink, framing a face flushed with the heat of summoning.

But it was her body that stole his soul—the breasts, oh gods, the breasts. The massive, heavy globes that defied need for support, sitting high and proud on her chest, dark rose nipples pebbling into urgent points as she moved.

They swayed with a slow, hypnotic drag, the soft weight shifting like liquid sin, each motion a fresh torment against his restraint.

Below, her waist cried out to be grasped—the cruel, narrow vise of her waist that flared into hips so wide, so lushly rounded, they seemed designed to shatter a man’s control. The dramatic dip at her waist made the flare obscene, a visual ache that pulsed straight to his cock, thickening, leaking just from the sight of her approach.

A single length of pale beige silk clung low on her hips, knotted loosely at the side—damp with her heat, clinging like a second skin, riding lower with every breath, every subtle shift of her thighs.

It stopped just below the swell of her ass, leaving miles of flawless, glowing skin exposed: no bra,

no panties, nothing between her and the sin coiling in his gut.

The silk whispered against her damp flesh, a sound like a vow breaking daring him to claim her if he was ready for the consequences.

Phei wasn’t just seeing her... it felt like he was tasting her—the salt on her collarbone, the honeyed heat radiating from her core, the way her breath hitched as she drew near, making the silk scrape against her thighs with a sound that echoed like a fallen angel’s sigh.1

Every inch of her was a prayer he wasn’t worthy to speak, a blasphemy he ached to commit.

And in that suspended moment, throat tight, cock throbbing, he knew: this wasn’t desire. This was damnation wearing her skin.

Phei didn’t wait.

He couldn’t.

After hours of Elena’s virgin pussy teasing his cock—wet, hot, clenching around nothing while they laughed and talked—he was already painfully hard, leaking and hungry.

And now Cassiopeia was delivering herself to him like an offering.

He crossed the room in two strides.

One hand shot out and wrapped around her throat — firm, possessive, fingers pressing just enough to feel her pulse hammering wildly under his palm like a trapped bird. While his other hand dug hard into that impossibly narrow waist of hers, fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh as he yanked her flush against him.

"Ahh~... Phei..."

Her body collided with his in a perfect, obscene fit. Her massive breasts crushed against his chest, nipples scraping through his shirt like hot little brands. Her stomach fluttered against his abs, her hips slotted against his so that the thick, heavy ridge of his cock pressed right into the soft dip below her navel.

Cassiopeia gasped, eyes widening, body arching instinctively into his grip — her back bowing sharply, thighs trembling, her cunt already clenching hard around nothing as fresh, hot slick bloomed between her legs.

"I am going to fuck you," he growled low against her mouth, voice dark and vicious, "until you lose your fucking mind. Until your legs stop working and you can’t walk straight for days. Until the only thing you’ll ever remember is how my cock felt destroying you — even if this is the last thing I ever get to do.

"I promise you that, Cassiopeia. Every inch. Every thrust. Every scream you give me — I’m going to carve it into your soul."

Before she could answer, his fingers tore the loose knot at her hip with a savage rip. The silk whispered down her legs and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.

He crashed his mouth onto hers in a brutal, claiming kiss — tongue forcing its way past her lips, devouring the moan that tore out of her.

At the same time his free hand slid down the curve of her body in one slow, deliberate trail starting at the deep dip of her waist where his fingers dug in harder in hunger into her feeling the impossibly soft skin give under his grip, then dragging over the smooth, quivering plane of her stomach—her muscles jumping and fluttering beneath his palm like she was being electrocuted—tracing the dramatic flare of her hip bone, then dipping lower... lower...

Her entire body reacted like she’d been set on fire.

A violent shiver rolled through her the second his fingertips left her waist—her stomach clenched hard, thighs trembling uncontrollably, hips twitching forward on pure instinct as if trying to chase his hand.

Even before he reached her pussy, her crotch began to shiver and flutter visibly — inner thighs quaking, the soft, puffy lips of her sex already glistening and parting slightly, swollen and aching, reaching for him.

Her massive breasts heaved against his chest, nipples scraping his skin through his shirt, and a broken whimper vibrated into his mouth as her whole frame shook with need.

Then his fingers finally arrived.

Just a ghost of a touch—barely the pad of two fingertips brushing the very top of her swollen, aching pussy lips.

The Goddess Fall Touch hit her like a lightning strike.

Cassiopeia’s knees buckled instantly.

A raw, shattered moan tore from her throat — "Ahhh—Phei—!" — loud and helpless as her whole body lost strength in one devastating wave. Her back arched violently against his chest, head falling back onto his shoulder, eyes rolling as the supernatural pleasure flooded her nervous system like molten ecstasy.

"NNNGH—! Haaaaah—!"

Her pussy clenched hard around nothing, inner walls spasming visibly, fresh slick gushing down her inner thighs in hot, glossy rivulets.

Her massive breasts bounced with the force of her tremors, nipples so hard they looked painful, scraping against him with every heaving breath.

But Phei had her.

His hand tightened on her throat — not choking, just holding — fingers pressing deeper to feel every frantic flutter of her pulse, while the arm around her waist locked like iron, pinning her trembling body against his throbbing cock.

His shaft jerked hard against her lower stomach through the denim, the head leaking thick precum that soaked through the fabric, pulsing with every broken sob she gave him.

He wasn’t done.

Not even close.

He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, voice a dark, filthy promise:

"I’m going to ruin you, Cass. Every hole. Every scream. Every inch of this perfect fucking body is mine until you forget your own name. And when I’m done, you’ll beg me to do it again."

Her only answer was another shattered, needy moan — "Aaaahhh—!Hnnng—Phei—!" — her cunt clenching desperately against the ghost of his fingers, thighs shaking violently, massive breasts heaving against his chest as fresh slick continued to pour down her legs in shiny streams.

Poetic me!