My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 810: Dragon Enters the Temple (r-18)

"AHHH — !"

Her hands flew to his arms and gripped hard with a cry on being breached rippling out of her.

Melissa’s back arched, her mouth fell open in a silent cry that found its voice a half-second later as a ragged, shattered moan carrying the entire spectrum of human sensation — pleasure, overwhelm, and the desperate, clawing need for more.

His crown was inside her.

Just the head — that thick, swollen, brutally flared inch of him — and already her pussy gripped it like a living fist.

Melissa’s inner pussy walls clamped around the ridge of his glans, hot and wet and desperately tight, the soft, textured flesh fluttering and squeezing in rapid, involuntary spasms as her body tried to process the intrusion.

He felt every ripple of her walls, every clench, the warm silk of her inner channel pulsing around him in time with her hammering heartbeat.

"Breathe," he murmured. His hand found her face, cupping her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek with deliberate gentleness even as his cock throbbed inside her.

"I’m — nnh — I’m —"

"Look at me."

Her eyes found his — wet, dark, blown wide.

"Good girl. Breathe."

She breathed — a long, shuddering exhalation. As the tension in her body released on the exhale, as her thighs softened and her walls eased their strangling grip by the barest fraction, he slid deeper.

One inch. Two.

The thick shaft followed the crown into the tight, wet heat of her body, every vein dragging against her inner walls with a friction that made her toes curl and her fingers dig trenches into his biceps.

Her pussy stretched around him — the delicate inner folds spreading wide, clinging to his shaft as he advanced, pulled taut around his girth like pink silk wrapped around heated iron.

Every ridge of his veins caught against the sensitive tissue inside her, each one pulling a fresh gasp, a fresh flutter of her walls, a fresh flood of arousal that slicked the way and ran in glistening threads down his shaft.

He lowered his mouth to her breast while he pushed more into her pussy.

Three inches inside her. Four.

His lips closed over her left nipple — that swollen, dark, impossibly sensitive bud — and sucked, his tongue flattening against it, circling, the Goddess Fall Touch humming through the contact at its gentlest register.

The dual sensation — his cock stretching her open below while his mouth devastated her nipple above — ripped a sound from Melissa that was not human. It was a frequency invented for this moment alone.

"AHHH — oh — oh GOD — oh my — mmm — mmmhh —"

Five inches. Six.

His right hand slid beneath her. He found the heavy, warm globe of her ass, fingers sinking deep into the plush flesh, and lifted her hips with intentional precision, tilting her pelvis so the next inches would slide even deeper.

The new angle opened her further.

The next two inches of his cock slid into her with a wet, obscene ease that made her walls clench in a cascading wave — a ripple of muscular contractions rolling from her entrance to her depths.

Seven inches. Eight.

His mouth released her left nipple — leaving it swollen, dark, glistening, the areola pebbled tight — and crossed to her right.

He sealed around it, sucking the hard, thick nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth while the Goddess Fall Touch pulsed through the contact.

Her pussy clenched so tightly around his shaft that forward progress required a pause.

He held Melissa there, eight inches buried inside her fluttering heat, mouth working her nipple with slow, devastating suction while the Goddess Fall Touch sent gentle waves of amplified sensation straight to her core.

Her walls rippled around him in helpless spasms, trying to pull him deeper even as they struggled to stretch around his girth.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest into hers — the sound of a man savouring complete possession.

"You’re doing so well," he murmured against her breast, voice rough with restraint like he was taking her for the fisrt time. "Taking your dragon so beautifully. Breathe for me again."

And yet she obeyed, he pushed forward once more — slow, inexorable, masterful.

Today felt special for both of them like they were things for the first time.

Phei descended lower:

The broad head of his cock now kissed the entrance to her womb with every tiny advance. Her belly showed a clear, obscene bulge where his massive length invaded her. The sight sent dark satisfaction through him. This powerful woman was being reshaped from the inside by his cock.

He paused one final time, letting her feel the last thick inch poised at her entrance, the root already stretching her outer lips thin and shiny around him. Her juices frothed at the point of entry, running down his shaft in glistening rivulets.

Her thighs shook violently. Fresh juices gushed around his cock.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

Her eyes, glassy and ruined, found his.

With one controlled roll of his hips, he sank the last inch home, hitting her end.

The head seated deep against her cervix.

Melissa’s pussy was stuffed impossibly full with every inch of her claimed and stretched.

The bulge in her belly rose and fell with her ragged breaths.

He stayed buried, letting her feel every throb, every pulse of his cock inside her, one hand still cupping her ass to hold the perfect angle, the other stroking her sweat-damp hair back from her face.

Then Phei began to move.

Long, deep, intentional strokes. He withdrew until only the flared head remained inside her. Her entrance clung desperately to the ridge, the round tightness of her pussy gripping him like a velvet fist, reluctant to let go.

When he pulled out, her juices coated his shaft in shiny, frothy streaks — thick strands of her arousal stretching between his cock and her stretched lips before breaking.

The wet, obscene sound of suction filled the air as he withdrew.

He drove forward again with controlled power.

The thick shaft sank back into her with a squelch.

Her round, stretched pussy lips formed a tight, glossy O around his girth, clinging and pulling outward on every withdrawal before being forced wide again on the next thrust.

The wet sounds of their joining grew louder — the rhythmic slap of his pelvis against her soaked skin, the constant squelch and schlick of his cock moving through her flooded pussy, the soft, sticky noise of her juices being pushed out around his shaft with every deep plunge.

He maintained absolute mastery.

When her walls began to tighten toward orgasm, he slowed to deep, grinding rolls, denying her until she sobbed and begged beneath him.

The Goddess Fall Touch pulsed in time with his movements, amplifying every sensation until she was shaking uncontrollably.

When he finally allowed it, her orgasm tore through her like lightning. Her pussy clamped down on him in violent, rhythmic pulses, the round tightness gripping and milking his cock as she gushed hot fluid around him in messy squirts.

Her back arched hard, a raw scream ripping from her throat as pleasure overloaded every nerve.

Phei fucked her straight through it — deep, relentless, controlled — the wet slap of their bodies and the obscene squelching of her flooded pussy filling the room until her body went limp from the intensity. Only then did he let himself go.

With a deep, guttural growl he buried himself to the root and came, flooding her womb with thick, hot pulses of cum until it overflowed around his shaft in creamy rivulets, mixing with her squirt and dripping down the cleft of her ass.

Melissa clung to him, arms and legs wrapped tight, face buried in his neck.

Tears slipped from her eyes from the easing pain that left her heart from the profound release of finally letting go, she surrendered to her feeling letting herself shatter completely in his arms, and in that shattering she found safety, intimacy, and a freedom she had never allowed herself to need.

"I’ve got you," he whispered against her temple. "You were perfect. My beautiful surrender. Let it all out."

She sobbed softly against his skin, body still fluttering and leaking around his cock, and for the first time in longer than she could remember, she felt completely, utterly safe in her surrender.