My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 306: "I Never Beg, dragon... I Demand." (r-18)
Phei groaned—already hardening again inside her—and kissed the nape of her neck.
Soft.
Reverent.
"Careful what you beg for, Goddess."
She smiled—slow, wicked, divine.
"I never beg, dragon..."
I demand."
Phei lifted her from the desk in one smooth, reverent motion—fourteen inches still buried to the hilt inside her, the fiery cock pulsing hot and thick against her spasming walls, every vein glowing faintly under her stretched skin.
She gasped at the shift—a sharp, breathy cry—arms tightening around his neck as he carried her across the office to the long leather couch against the far wall.
He laid her down gently—almost worshipful—her back sinking into the soft hide, dark hair fanning out across the cushion like spilled midnight. He followed her down, never pulling out, never breaking the connection.
Her knees bent and spread wide to cradle his hips; he settled between them in full missionary—forearms braced on either side of her head, chest hovering just above hers, the weight of him pressing her into the leather without crushing.
For a long moment they simply breathed—foreheads touching, eyes locked, the only movement the subtle, rhythmic throb of his cock deep inside her and the answering flutter of her pussy around him—walls rippling in soft, greedy pulses, milking every inch of the fourteen-inch length like it was the only thing that had ever mattered.
Then she hugged him.
Arms sliding around his shoulders—one hand cradling the back of his head, fingers threading deep into his hair—she pulled him down until his full weight settled over her.
Chest to chest, her teardrop breasts crushed soft and plush against him, nipples dragging with every shared breath, stiff peaks scraping against his skin like they were begging for more friction.
"Slow," she whispered against his temple, voice trembling but sure. "Feel me. I’m all yours. I’m going nowhere."
Phei exhaled—ragged, reverent—and obeyed.
He rolled his hips in a long, languid circle—fourteen inches dragging slowly along every inch of her inner walls, the fiery veins glowing against her hypersensitive flesh, the thick crown kissing her cervix in a deep, gentle press before retreating almost to the tip, only to sink back in with the same unhurried glide.
No pounding. No rush.
Just endless, rolling depth—each slow withdrawal leaving her pussy gaping briefly around the withdrawing shaft—pink walls clinging desperately, thick cream stretching in glossy strands—each slow re-entry filling her completely, stretching her wide, heat blooming deeper until she felt it in her womb.
She moaned—soft, continuous, melodic—hips rising to meet him in perfect counterpoint, rolling with the same graceful rhythm, drawing him deeper on every languid thrust. Her legs hooked around his lower back—heels pressing into his ass, urging him to stay buried, to keep that slow, devastating grind.
Her hands roamed his back—nails tracing lazy paths down his spine, then up to cradle his face again so she could kiss him between breaths.
Every roll made her breasts drag against his chest—soft, plush friction that made her gasp into his mouth, nipples scraping deliciously against his skin.
Every slow plunge dragged the fiery length along her G-spot—making her walls flutter and clench, making fresh slick leak out around him, coating his balls, dripping down her ass crack to pool beneath her on the leather.
They moved like that for what felt like hours—slow, deep, intimate—bodies locked in a rhythm older than words.
His cock throbbed inside her—fourteen inches of molten silk and steel, veins pulsing heat that made her tremble; her pussy answered with rhythmic pulses—milking him without hurry, drawing out every sensation until pleasure blurred into something almost spiritual.
At the edge of another crest she suddenly tightened her arms around him—holding him still, buried to the hilt, fourteen inches throbbing deep inside her.
"Wait," she breathed against his lips. "We should stop. For now. My daughter... she might walk in. She has a key. She could—"
Phei groaned—low, tortured—but he didn’t pull out.
Instead he rolled his hips again—slow, deep, deliberate—making her gasp and arch beneath him.
"Not yet," he murmured, voice wrecked... Almost as if he was begging her. "Not done, Goddess."
He kept fucking her—long, languid strokes that dragged every fiery inch along her fluttering walls, crown kissing her cervix on every hilt, veins pulsing heat that made her tremble. She tried to protest—tried to push at his shoulders—but her body betrayed her—hips rising to meet him, pussy clenching greedily around the impossible length.
"Phei—please—we can’t—"
He kissed her—deep, consuming—swallowing the rest of her words while his hips kept that slow, devastating roll. Fourteen inches sliding in and out in unhurried, powerful glides—her pussy gaping briefly on each withdrawal, lips clinging desperately, cream frothing thick and white at the base—then swallowing him whole again, taking every inch like it was her birthright.
She came like that—slow, shattering—walls convulsing in long, rolling waves around him, squirting softly around his cock in warm pulses that soaked them both. Her moan was muffled against his mouth—high, trembling, endless—as pleasure rolled through her in gentle, devastating tides.
He didn’t stop.
Kept fucking her—long and deep—each stroke drawing out her aftershocks, keeping her trembling, keeping her full, keeping her his.
"Mine," he whispered against her throat between kisses. "All mine. My Goddess."
She clung tighter—arms locking around him, legs squeezing his hips, pussy fluttering around his cock in soft, worshipful pulses.
She stopped fighting.
Arms tightened around him again—holding him close, legs locked around his waist, body yielding completely as he rolled into her again and again—slow, deep, endless—fourteen inches claiming her in the quiet office while the amber light turned to gold, and the world outside ceased to exist.
Her lips found his shoulder first.
Soft presses—open-mouthed, warm—along the curve where neck met muscle, tasting salt and heat and the faint tremor that ran through him every time he bottomed out inside her. She kissed lower—slow, deliberate—across the broad plane of his chest, tongue flicking once over a flat nipple before moving on, leaving faint wet trails that cooled in the air.
Each kiss synced with his rhythm: when he rolled deep, her mouth sealed over his skin; when he withdrew, she followed with a gentle suck, drawing a low groan from his throat.
Her hands slid down his back once more—palms flat, fingers spreading wide—until they settled on the firm globes of his ass. She gripped gently at first, then rolled with him—kneading in perfect counterpoint to every slow thrust, urging him deeper without words, matching the languid circle of his hips with the subtle press of her fingertips.
Her own waist moved in answer—small, graceful rolls that lifted her to meet him, drawing him in further, letting every fiery inch drag along her fluttering walls before sinking home again.
She kissed his collarbone—lingering there, breathing him in—then up the side of his throat, lips brushing the pulse that hammered beneath his skin.
One hand stayed on his ass—guiding, encouraging—while the other slipped between their bodies, fingers tracing the hard ridges of his abdomen, feeling them flex and release with every measured roll.
No rush.
No frenzy.
Just the endless, intimate dance: his fourteen inches gliding in and out in long, liquid strokes—her pussy clinging, rippling, taking him to the root every time—her mouth worshipping every inch of his upper body she could reach—his ass flexing under her palms as she rolled with him—her waist lifting in perfect harmony, drawing him deeper, holding him there. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
The fiery heat inside her pulsed in time with their shared rhythm—veins glowing against her inner walls, making every slow withdrawal feel like fire trailing across raw nerves, every deep re-entry like molten silk filling her completely.
She moaned against his chest—soft, continuous, melodic—her breath warm on his skin, her tongue tracing lazy patterns over his sternum.
They moved like that for what felt like hours—slow, deep, intimate—bodies locked in a rhythm older than words.
His cock throbbed inside her—fourteen inches of molten silk and steel, veins pulsing heat that made her tremble; her pussy answered with rhythmic pulses—milking him without hurry, drawing out every sensation until pleasure blurred into something almost spiritual.
Kept fucking her—long and deep—each stroke drawing out her aftershocks, keeping her trembling, keeping her full, keeping her his.
"Yours," she breathed, voice wrecked and reverent. "Always yours."
And in that moment—bodies locked, fourteen inches buried deep, heat and slick and love and ruin blending into one—neither could resist the other.
