My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 477: Suppleness & Unhidden Intentions (r-18)

Fingertips brushed—light as breath, reverent as prayer—across skin that had known no mortal heat in ten thousand years.

Cassiopeia froze.

Her whole body spasmed violently under his hands. Her thighs quaked uncontrollably, muscles jumping and twitching as if electricity was surging through every nerve.

Her ass clenched so hard in his grip that the firm, round cheeks dimpled deep between his spread fingers, the powerful muscles rippling and locking tight.

Her nipples snapped to razor-sharp points right for his sight, dark plum and painfully stiff, jutting out like they were trying to cut through the air itself.

Phei’s eyes dropped lower and watched as her cunt clamped down on nothing with brutal force — inner walls seizing, fluttering, squeezing so viciously that a fresh, hot gush of slick jetted out in a powerful, messy arc.

The thick, glossy fluid flooded the silk panel completely, soaking it through in seconds, then streamed in heavy, viscous ropes down her trembling inner thighs.

The slick coated her knees in shiny sheets, dripped to the floor in soft, wet plips, and left long, glittering trails that caught the neon glow like liquid diamonds running down her legs.

Since he started using this ability... today was the fisrt time he decided to test 20% of what it could do and he wasn’t disappointed by the results!

"Oh gods—Phei—what—how—" Her voice fractured, eyes glassy and wide, tears clinging to silver lashes.

He didn’t stop.

He was in complete control... she was his to ruin and before he decided when to stop... she had to moan, spasm and later come to his satisfaction.

His fingers slowly moved with deliberate, sinful precision — choosing exactly which part of her to ruin next. He started at her stomach, fingertips tracing slow, sacred circles just above her mound, pressing lightly so the 20% of Goddess Fall Touch sank deeper into her skin.

Then he slid upward, palms cupping the heavy undersides of her breasts, thumbs brushing the sensitive curves where breast met ribcage.

He dragged his fingers along her ribs, feeling every delicate bone, then down the sharp wings of her hipbones, spreading his touch wide so she felt claimed everywhere at once.

Each calculated brush detonated fresh shockwaves.

Cassiopeia writhed like a woman possessed — back slamming against the glass, hips grinding frantically against his thigh, heavy tits bouncing with every desperate roll, dark nipples scraping his shirt through the torn silk.

Her moans turned into loud, wrecked sobs — continuous, broken wails that echoed through the room as her body betrayed her completely.

"Please—please—more—touch me there—please—"

Phei could bet that right now... she’d already forgot why she really came here.

With this ability and his experience, he really could make a goddess fall, couldn’t he?

He chose her full breasts next not just the undersides.

His fingertips ruinously slowly circled the soft, quivering undersides, then slowly spiraled inward — teasing, never quite reaching the aching peaks.

He watched her nipples tighten even harder, turning almost purple with need, before finally dragging his thumbs across them in one firm, slow stroke.

The moment he did, her back bowed violently off the glass, tits thrusting forward in raw, shameless demand as another powerful spasm ripped through her cunt.

A fresh wetness erupted — hotter, thicker — soaking the ruined silk and spraying in messy arcs down her thighs.

He kissed every place his fingers had blessed: slow, open-mouthed worship down her sternum again, across the quivering plane of her stomach, tongue plunging into her navel in slow, wet swirls that made her hips buck wildly and a tiny, sharp squirt jet out to soak his thigh further.

Lower still — kisses along the top edge of the ruined silk, right where fabric met bare, swollen pussy mound that had grown a bit fat from all the teasing and arching— so close her throbbing clit pulsed visibly beneath the clinging panel, fat, dark-red, engorged, and begging desperately for attention.

How so she wanted him... his cock inside her... so much she could settled for a finger inside her pussy as long as he did something to her waiting pussy!

He stopped there. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Just short.

"Phei..."

Cassiopeia sobbed his name — raw, trembling — hips bucking uselessly, thighs shaking so violently her knees buckled against the glass.

Her cunt clenched and fluttered visibly, pushing out another thick ribbon of slick that ran in a slow, obscene waterfall down her inner thighs.

He rose slowly — mouth trailing fire back up her body every inch he’d just explored just like he’d told her he’d do and he wasn’t done — he was kissing the soft, sensitive undersides of her breasts, the deep, sweat-slick valley between them, the hollow of her throat — until he reached her lips.

He kissed her — deep, slow, claiming. Tongue sliding against hers in the same deliberate rhythm he’d used everywhere else: possessive strokes, tasting wine, jasmine, tears, and the copper edge of her total surrender.

One hand knotted tight in her hair, tugging her head back to expose the elegant line of her throat.

The other hand gripped her ass — fingers sinking deep into warm, supple flesh that yielded perfectly under his palm, yet snapped back with firm, resilient bounce the moment he released even a fraction of pressure.

Fuck... this ass could rival Valentina’s in suppleness and firmness and that said a lot since Valentina literally lived in gym.

It was the kind of ass that felt impossibly alive — plush enough to dimple deeply between his spread fingers when he squeezed, yet tight and toned enough that every greedy knead made the smooth, rounded cheeks jiggle and ripple with a lush, hypnotic weight.

The skin was velvet-soft and fever-hot, silky smooth where his thumb traced the lower curve, but underneath lay dense, powerful muscle that flexed and clenched with every desperate roll of her hips.

When he lifted her ass cheeks higher, the full, heavy globes filled his palm completely, warm and heavy, the firm softness molding perfectly to his grip while still pushing back against him with that addictive, springy resistance.

Each time she ground down, her ass flexed in his hand — cheeks spreading slightly, then snapping tight again, the lush flesh quivering as her drenched cunt dragged slickly along the thick, denim-covered length of his cock.

She moaned into his mouth — loud, desperate, shattered — grinding harder, thighs spasming, nipples scraping raw against his chest, cunt leaking so much slick it dripped in thick, glossy strands down her inner thighs and soaked his trousers to black.

The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of silk sliding over denim was utterly obscene in the quiet room.

Through it all he understood — bone-deep —

No one had ever worshipped her like this. No one had ever made her body scream with a single brush of fingers.

So he would give her everything she had been starving for since the dawn of creation.

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes — dark, blown, shining with tears and raw awe.

"My aunt," he rasped against her swollen lips. "I’m going to take you apart so slow... so fucking thorough... your cunt is going to forget every cock that ever dared touch it before mine."

Cassiopeia shuddered — full-body, wrecked — another violent flood of slick pouring from her, dripping in shimmering ropes that caught the neon and glittered like liquid starlight down her trembling thighs.

And for the first time in years, the predator in her gaze flickered out — replaced by something raw, trembling, and utterly close to his.

But was it enough?