My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 787: Unique Orgasm (r-18)

He crawled up her body, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to every quivering, sweat-damp inch until his mouth hovered above hers, his breath hot and heavy with the taste of her cunt.

Starting at her throat again, he dragged his hot, wet tongue in one long, luxurious line down the elegant column, tasting the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath the cool skin.

The contrast—her chilled flesh against his burning tongue—only made him harder.

Then his mouth latched onto the delicate skin just above her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a deep, possessive bruise blooming on her pale skin.

Eira’s breath hitched into a broken whimper that quickly swelled into a resonant, room-filling moan.

"Mmmhh—! Haaah... ahhn—!"

He returned to her breasts with even darker hunger, sucking one swollen nipple deep into his mouth while his hand kneaded and pinched the other, rolling the stiff peak between his fingers. His free hand slid back down between her thighs, two fingers pushing back into her still-spasming pussy, slowly fucking her through the aftershocks while his thumb circled her oversensitive clit.

Starting at her throat again, he dragged his hot, wet tongue in one long, luxurious line down the elegant column, tasting the cool, sweet flutter of her pulse beneath the luminous skin. The contrast was intoxicating — her void-ice flesh like chilled starlight against his burning tongue, yet throbbing with urgent, lust-heated life.

Then his mouth latched onto the delicate skin just above her collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a glowing, possessive mark blooming like a dark constellation on her pale skin.

Eira’s breath hitched into a broken whimper that quickly swelled into a resonant, room-filling moan.

"Mmmhh—! Haaah... ahhn—!"

He worshipped her breasts with dark, unhurried hunger.

The dragon took the left breast fully into his large hands, lifting and squeezing the exquisitely supple mound. Her cool, void-ice flesh overflowed his palms with silken, yielding plushness — firm yet deliciously soft, like chilled cream wrapped in satin, growing hotter and more flushed with every greedy squeeze.

His mouth devoured it.

Phei’s tongue swirled around the stiff, rose-petal nipple in tight, relentless circles, flicking rapidly before he sucked the entire aching peak deep into his mouth with powerful, rhythmic pulls. He bit down gently, then harder, then soothed the sting with slow, rolling licks that made her icy skin prickle and burn.

The right breast received the same sinful, merciless treatment — kneaded, licked, sucked hard, and bitten — until both luminous mounds were swollen, flushed a vivid glowing crimson, and glistening obscenely with his saliva.

Her nipples stood dark, diamond-hard, and visibly pulsing with every thunderous beat of her heart.

"Ahhn...! Mmmph— haaa—! Nngh—!" Eira’s back arched clean off the mattress. Her moans grew louder, richer, echoing through the chamber like shattered celestial chimes as violent shivers raced across her luminous skin.

But Phei kept going, relentless that boarded ravenous.

His mouth trailed lower, painting wet, open-mouthed kisses across the smooth, toned expanse of her stomach. He traced every faint line of muscle with the tip of his tongue, feeling them jump and contract helplessly beneath him.

His fingertips followed, pressing and stroking each quivering ridge, exploring the sensitive hollows until her entire abdomen was slick, twitching, and clenching uncontrollably under his touch.

He lingered at the elegant dip of her navel, tongue-fucking it in slow, swirling strokes that made her hips jerk sharply upward.

"Haaah—! Mmmhh... ahhn—!"

Then he moved to her waist — that impossibly narrow, graceful curve — dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin while his strong hands gripped the dramatic flare of her hips.

He squeezed the lush, heart-shaped perfection of them possessively, thumbs digging into the crease where waist met hip, kneading the soft, yielding flesh as his mouth worshipped the pronounced curves with biting kisses and long, possessive licks.

Eira was shaking apart.

Tiny, constant tremors wracked her diminutive body. Her narrow waist twisted sinfully. Her flared hips rolled and bucked upward in desperate, shameless offering. Her wings fluttered wildly, spraying iridescent dust into the air with every broken moan, filling the room with the sweet, electric scent of ozone, jasmine, and dripping cunt.

Phei finally slid down between her shamelessly spread thighs once more.

He stared at her soaked, puffy sex for a long, hungry moment — the glistening, rose-flushed petals parted wide and obscenely, her clit peeking out like a throbbing pearl, her tiny entrance fluttering and leaking thick, glowing rivers of shimmering nectar.

Then he ate her pussy once more but this time, with all her juice from the orgams.

The broad, hot stroke of his tongue from her dripping entrance all the way up to her throbbing clit ripped a piercing scream from her throat.

"MASTER—! Ahhh—! Nnghaaa—!"

The orgasm hit her right away like a supernova like she hadn’t come before.

Her entire body seized violently. Her back bowed into an almost impossible arch, only her shoulders and heels touching the bed, Phei then snaked his fingers in her.

Eira’s wings snapped open to their fullest span, blazing with blinding golden and sapphire light as enormous bursts of fairy dust exploded outward in glittering storms. Her cunt clamped down around the two thick fingers he drove deep inside her, spasming with crushing, rhythmic force as wave after crushing wave of pleasure tore through her.

Hot, glowing nectar gushed out in powerful, sparkling arcs, flooding his mouth, soaking his chin and chest, and drenching the sheets beneath her in a shimmering, sacred puddle of immortal lust.

"Haaah—! Mmmph—! Ahhn—! Nngh—!"

Her melodic, slutty moans fractured into raw, broken ecstasy as her thighs quivered uncontrollably around his head, hips grinding desperately against his face while her proud, ancient body surrendered completely to the god devouring her.

But unlike before this orgasm was different; more glowing nectar squirted out in powerful, sparkling jets like a broken damn — thick, shimmering gushes of cum erupting from her clenching cunt in hot, rhythmic arcs that splashed obscenely across Phei’s face, chest, and the already ruined sheets in a sacred flood.

This nectar was warm, almost feverish against his skin, carrying an intoxicatingly sweet floral scent that hung heavy in the air like the most decadent perfume of sin.

The scent of her glowing nectar was pure, intoxicating sin.

It filled the air like a forbidden aphrodisiac — heady, sweet, and impossibly addictive. A rich, blooming jasmine kissed with warm, golden honey, yet beneath that floral sweetness lay something far more primal: the cool, crystalline bite of void-ice, like breathing in frost-kissed starlight mixed with molten moonlight.

There was an electric, ozone tang that crackled faintly on the tongue, as though her arousal itself carried the raw energy of collapsing stars and ancient cosmic storms.

Deeper still, it carried the unmistakable musk of raw, dripping fairy cunt — a thick, feminine, almost creamy aroma that was both impossibly delicate and shamelessly lewd.

Sweet nectar, warm sex, and something ancient and celestial all melted together into one devastating fragrance that made his cock throb and his mouth water.

Her flat stomach clenched and rippled visibly, every toned muscle standing out in sharp, erotic relief as violent contractions rolled through her core. Her narrow waist twisted and rolled like a serpent in heat, sinfully graceful even in total surrender.

Eira’s hot flared hips bucked wildly against his mouth, grinding her soaked, fluttering pussy harder onto his tongue with shameless, instinctive need.

Her thighs shook violently and clamped around his head like a vice, the soft, luminous flesh trembling with endless, uncontrollable spasms while her inner muscles pulsed and fluttered around his fingers.

"Ahhh—! Mmmph—! Haaah... Nnghaaa—! MASTER—!"

Her breasts bounced and jiggled heavily with every brutal contraction, the supple void-ice mounds flushed a deep, glowing crimson, nipples dark, swollen, and glistening wetly. Her head thrashed side to side against the pillows, silver-white hair sticking to her sweat-slicked forehead as loud, melodic, broken screams poured from her open mouth.

The sound of her ecstasy filled the entire room — raw, heavenly, and utterly depraved — the voice of an ancient, proud fairy being completely shattered by pleasure.

Phei never stopped.

His tongue lashed and swirled around her hypersensitive clit with merciless skill, sucking the throbbing pearl between his lips while his thick fingers curled relentlessly against that perfect inner spot deep inside her velvety walls.

He stroked and pressed with devastating precision, milking every last violent spasm out of her until she was sobbing, convulsing, and gushing helplessly beneath him in wave after endless wave of overwhelming release.

The wet sounds of his tongue and fingers working her soaked cunt filled the air alongside her broken cries.

When the final, earth-shattering wave finally receded, Eira collapsed into a glowing, trembling wreck.

Her luminous skin was flushed a deep, embarrassed rose from the tips of her ears all the way down to her quivering thighs. Her chest heaved wildly, small breasts rising and falling with desperate, ragged breaths.

Her narrow waist still twitched with lingering aftershocks, while her flared hips quivered helplessly against the soaked sheets.

Eira’s pussy continued to flutter and wink, leaking weak, rhythmic pulses of glowing nectar that trickled slowly down her ass and pooled warmly beneath her in a shimmering, fragrant lake.

Tears of overwhelming bliss streaked down her flushed cheeks like fallen starlight, her dark-diamond eyes glassy and unfocused. Her wings lay limp and sparkling against the ruined bedding, faint iridescent sparks still drifting lazily from the delicate membranes, each one carrying that sweet, electric fairy scent.

The air around her was thick with the mingled aroma of her arousal, ozone, and crushed jasmine.

Phei rose over her like a conquering god, lips and chin shining with her sweet, luminous essence, and looked down at the once-imperious fairy now utterly ruined beneath him with dark, eternal satisfaction.

He leaned down and pressed one more, slow, open-mouthed kiss directly onto her still-throbbing clit.

His hot tongue gave the oversensitive pearl one final, lazy swirl.

"Mmmhh—!"

Her wings gave one weak, helpless flutter as another powerful tremor rolled through her exhausted body.

Her tiny entrance clenched visibly in desperate, ruined need — already aching, already craving more of her Master’s divine torment.