My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 539: The Aunt’s Fall (r-18)

Phei didn’t give her time to recover from the collapse in his arms as he removed everything he had on in a single motion without the woman even taking in a second breath.

He dragged her backward across the room in one fluid, possessive motion—hand still clamped around her throat, fingers pressing deeper into the frantic flutter of her pulse so he could feel every wild throb against his palm, the other arm banded like steel around that cinched-in waist, fingers digging into the impossibly soft flesh until it spilled between them.

Her legs dragged weakly for half a step before instinct kicked in and she stumbled after him, her thighs slick and trembling, her pussy lips probably already swollen and glistening with every shaky movement, already parting slightly with need.

The backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.

He dropped onto the mattress with deliberate force, yanking Cassiopeia straight down onto his lap in the exact position he craved.

Her back slammed flush to his chest, spine arched hard against the hard planes of his pecs and abs, knees splaying wide on either side of his thick thighs so her dripping cunt hovered just above the root of his cock.

The moment her heavy, round ass cheeks settled hot against his groin, the soaked outer lips of her pussy parted around the thick underside of his shaft like warm, wet silk kissing steel. Fresh arousal immediately coated him in a glossy sheen, dripping down his balls in slow, obscene trails that made his sac tighten and his cock jerk upward violently.

His was already hungry and tired to the wait—the veined, brutally thick, the fat mushroom head already flushed dark purple and leaking a steady pearl of pre-cum that smeared against her inner folds the second she shifted.

The shaft throbbed visibly against her ass crack, the underside nestled deep between her plush cheeks, head nudging high against the small of her back while the base pressed insistently against the lower curve where her cheeks met her thighs.

He fisted one hand deep into her long dark hair, yanking her head back over her shoulder until her throat was exposed and vulnerable, pulse hammering under his other fingers.

Then he crushed his mouth to hers—tongue plunging past her lips in a dominating, wet invasion, swallowing every broken whimper she tried to give him while his cock pulsed harder against her ass, smearing pre-cum along her crack in hot, sticky streaks.

His other hand immediately claimed her ass.

His fingers dug into the plush, jiggling flesh of one full cheek—squeezing so hard the soft globe spilled between his knuckles and overflowed his palm, her skin hot and silky-smooth under his rough grip.

He lifted and spread her cheeks wide all at the same time, exposing the tight, pink pucker nestled deep in the cleft and the dripping slit beneath.

Then he brought his hand down in a sharp, resounding CRACK.

The impact rippled through her entire supple ass like a shockwave—fat cheek wobbling violently, skin blooming crimson in the perfect outline of his palm.

Cassiopeia’s body jerked hard against him, a raw, throaty cry muffled into his mouth as her pussy clenched visibly, pushing out another thick gush of slick that ran down his shaft and pooled warm against his balls.

CRACK!

He slapped again—harder—same cheek, same brutal rhythm.

Each strike made her ass bounce and quiver, the red handprints overlapping into a hot, stinging map of ownership.

Between slaps he kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading her cheeks wider so the cool air kissed her puckered hole and the dripping slit beneath, making her asshole flutter and wink while her pussy lips parted further, swollen and glistening, begging.

At the same time his free hand slid between her spread thighs from behind to reach her scared grounds.

Cassiopeia’s cunt was a swollen, sopping disaster—outer lips puffy and flushed dark rose, inner petals peeled open and glistening like wet petals, clit engorged to the size of a ripe berry and throbbing visibly with every heartbeat, peeking out from its hood like it was desperate for attention.

Thick strands of her arousal already stretched between her folds like spider silk, dripping steadily onto his cock and running in warm rivulets down his inner thighs, soaking the sheets beneath them.

Phei dragged two of his fingers along her slit—slow, deliberate—spreading her wetness from clit to entrance, coating his digits in glossy heat before plunging

them knuckle-deep inside her in one smooth, claiming thrust.

"Haaaaaah~"

Her body lifted and her pussy walls clamped down instantly—hot, velvety, spasming greedily around the intrusion like they were trying to milk him deeper.

He curled his fingers upward with ruthless precision, stroking that ridged sweet spot inside her over and over, feeling her inner muscles flutter and grip him tighter with every pass.

His thumb found on the other had did a sacred duty on her clit and began circling it in tight, relentless loops—pressing just hard enough to make the swollen nub jump and throb against the pad, swelling even larger, more sensitive, pulsing like a second heartbeat under his touch.

The Goddess Fall Touch amplified every sensation until it felt like lightning crawling under her skin—her pussy fluttering wildly around his fingers, gushing fresh slick in hot, rhythmic pulses that leaked out in thick, shiny ropes, coating his hand, his cock, the sheets beneath them.

Her clit jerked against his thumb with every circle, hood retracting further until the bare pearl was fully exposed and hypersensitive, twitching visibly as her hips bucked helplessly.

Her ass cheeks clenched around his shaft buried between them, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses that matched her pussy spasming around his fingers, milking him without penetration.

Cassiopeia’s entire body convulsed between the three overwhelming points of domination: his tongue fucking her mouth, his hand slapping and brutally kneading her jiggling, reddened ass, and his fingers destroying her cunt with expert, merciless rhythm—curling deep, thumb grinding her clit in tight, wet circles, making her pussy gush and flutter without ever letting her come.

Her nails raked down his back in desperate, clawing lines—digging deep enough to draw thin red welts that burned in the cool air.

Every slap on her ass made her pussy clench harder around his fingers, pushing out more slick in obscene squelching sounds that filled the room.

Every curl against her G-spot made her clit jump and throb against his thumb, swelling even larger, more sensitive, leaking clear fluid that mixed with her arousal.

Every brutal suck he gave her nipple—when he broke the kiss to lean around and latch onto one massive, heavy breast—made her hips buck helplessly, grinding her soaked cunt along his shaft in frantic little circles, her ass cheeks squeezing his cock tighter while her pussy spasmed and dripped.

He sucked the thick, dark nipple deep into his mouth—hollowing his cheeks, tongue lashing the bud in fast, vicious flicks while his teeth grazed the sensitive underside. The heavy globe filled his mouth completely, soft weight spilling over his tongue as he drew hard enough to make her sob into the air.

Cassiopeia was a trembling, moaning wreck—back arched violently against his chest, ass marked and burning, pussy leaking uncontrollably around his plunging fingers, clit pulsing like it had its own desperate heartbeat.

Phei kept her pinned exactly where he wanted: dominated, spread, dripping, owned.

Every slap. Every squeeze. Every curl of his fingers. Every brutal suck on her tit.

He owned every sound she made, every shiver that rolled through her body, every fresh gush of wetness that soaked them both.