My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 811: “I Love You, Phei!” (r-18)

Phei let her pause but the eight inches of thick, veined cock stayed buried inside Melissa Ryujin Tiamat.

"Phei... fuck me..." She begged.

Her walls fluttered wildly around him — squeezing, releasing, squeezing again — the warm, wet interior of her body rippling with helpless contractions; her body’s desperate, instinctive attempt to accommodate something it could not fully contain and could not bear to lose.

His hand squeezed her ass, he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers trailed down the cleft to the sensitive crease where cheek met thigh, and the touch made her hips jolt, grinding her swollen clit against the thick root of his cock where it entered her.

The friction tore a broken sob from her chest.

"AH — Phei — ahh — more — please — more —"

He slid forward — one more slow, devastating inch.

This was where her body sang its final note and went quiet. Nine of his twelve inches buried inside her, and her walls were tight around every one of them — tight and hot and wet, gripping him with a possessive, rippling pressure that said this is everything I can hold and I am holding it with everything I have.

The warm, silken texture of her innermost walls pressed against the tip of his crown with delicate, unmistakable pressure — the feeling of a woman’s depth reached.

Three inches of his cock remained outside her.

Three inches of thick, veined, glistening shaft jutted from the stretched, flushed ring of her pussy.

Her outer lips were spread impossibly wide around his girth, the delicate inner folds pulled taut and clinging to the visible portion of his cock, flushed dark pink and shining with her arousal.

Her clit was pressed flush against the upper surface of his shaft — erect, engorged, visibly throbbing where it rubbed against his veined skin.

Every tiny shift, every breath, every involuntary clench of her walls made that swollen pearl grind against him, and each time her thighs trembled and a soft, broken "mmm" slipped from her lips.

He held himself there.

Deep. Still. Nine inches of dragon buried in the tightest, warmest, most devastatingly perfect pussy he had ever known.

Her walls fluttered around him in continuous, helpless spasms — hot silk squeezing and releasing in waves that travelled the full length of his embedded shaft and made his jaw clench with the effort of restraint.

The Goddess Fall Touch pulsed through every inch of contact — gentle, sustained, transforming the sensation of being filled into something transcendent.

His mouth found her nipple again.

He kissed it softly — a press of closed lips against the swollen peak — then dragged a slow, wet lick across the tip that made her whimper and her walls clamp down so hard around his cock that stars burst behind his eyes.

His hand on her ass squeezed — possessive, grounding — fingertips dimpling the soft flesh, thumb tracing the crease where her cheek met the mattress.

"You feel incredible, Mel," he told her, lips brushing her breast as he spoke. "Nine inches of me inside you and your pussy is still trying to pull me deeper. Your greedy you know."

"Ahh — because — nnh — because I want all of you —"

"You have all of me, my heart. As for my cock..." he said quietly. "Do not force, take only every inch you can take. No pressure" He kissed her chest, then slowly worked his way back up to her mouth, hovering just above her lips. Their breath mingled.

"Every part of me belongs to you, Melissa. The parts inside you... and the parts that don’t fit."

A tear slipped down her temple and into her hair.

"Move," she whispered. "Please move your cock and fuck me."

He moved; the first stroke was a slow withdrawal.

Phei once again, pulled back until only the flared crown remained inside her, his thick shaft emerging inch by glistening inch from the tight clutch of her pussy.

Her inner walls clung to him the entire way, the round tightness of her entrance gripping and pulling outward on his veined length.

The wet, obscene sound of suction filled the space between them as he withdrew — a slick, filthy schlick that made her gasp.

Thick strands of her juices stretched between his cock and her stretched lips before breaking, her juices coating his shaft in shiny, frothy streaks.

Then he pushed forward. All nine inches in one smooth, unhurried, devastating thrust.

Her pussy stretched wide around him again, the round tightness yielding with a wet, squelching sound as he filled her completely, bottoming out against her limit and pressing a broken moan from her lungs.

"OH — oh gods — oh—"

He did it again.

Slow withdrawal again — the wet suction, the clinging lips, the glistening strands of her arousal stretching and snapping before a deliberate return — the thick shaft sinking back into her with a deep, rhythmic squelch, her round pussy stretching tight and shiny around his girth once more.

Phei’s mouth returned to her nipples, alternating between them, sucking and licking and grazing his teeth across the swollen buds in time with his thrusts.

His hand on her ass gripped harder, fingers digging in, occasionally delivering a light, possessive slap that made her gasp and clench and flood fresh arousal around him.

His other hand cradled her face — thumb resting on her lower lip, letting her bite it, letting her suck it into her mouth when the pleasure became too much to contain in moans alone.

Each stroke was deliberate. Intentional. A conversation spoken in the language of bodies.

I am here. I have you. You are mine.

He built the rhythm patiently — slow, deep strokes that let her feel every ridge, every thick pulsing vein, every inch of the stretch.

His hips rolled forward with controlled power, driving the breath from her lungs and replacing it with the broken sounds she only ever made for him. Whimpers. Gasps. Shattered fragments of his name.

And beneath it all, that continuous, low, desperate "mmm — mmm — mmm —" that vibrated from her chest into his mouth where it lingered on her nipple.

Her legs tightened around his waist. Her nails scored red lines down his back. Her hips rose to meet each thrust, matching his tempo, their bodies falling into the shared rhythm of two people who knew each other completely.

The moonlight silvered them both — the flex of his shoulders, the bounce of her breasts beneath his mouth, the wet, glistening junction where his cock disappeared into the stretched pink of her pussy and re-emerged shining with her arousal.

"I love you, Phei!" she gasped between strokes, voice breaking. Her walls clenched around him like a heartbeat. Her fingers found his jaw and pulled his mouth from her breast to her lips. "I love you — I love you — I love you —"

He answered the only way that mattered.

He kissed her.

And he didn’t stop moving.