My Taboo Harem!

He did not look away.

Sienna made a sound, barely anything.

Her hips shifted an inch and stilled, and when he raised his eyes to her face she was already watching him, one arm half-lifted as though she had meant to cover herself and had forgotten partway through.

Her violet eyes were wide and wet and entirely undefended.

She did not tell him to stop.

Phei’s gaze traveled lower.

Between her slender, parted thighs lay the most sacred part of the Nether Goddess — her soft, virgin flower, completely bare, smooth, and untouched.

The delicate outer petals of that sacred place were soft and slightly puffy, a faint glistening sheen already visible along the seam where they met. The inner folds were a delicate, soft pink, shyly peeking out like the heart of a blossom that had never known the sun.

Her clit was a small, sensitive pearl, hidden just beneath its hood, waiting.

Everything about her was elegant, untouched, and devastatingly beautiful in its innocence. He almost feared to touch her... her presence alone made him feel as though he was about to taint something precious that should have remained forever pure.

He moved down the bed slowly, settling between her legs. The moment his broad shoulders pushed her thighs wider apart, Sienna’s violet eyes flew wide open.

She felt the warm puff of his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs first — a soft, intimate heat that made her stomach tighten. Then she felt it lower... the ghost of that same warm breath brushing directly over her nether region, right against the soft petals of her untouched flower.

Her eyes widened even more.

Before she could process what was happening, something soft and warm and also somewhat cold pressed against her sacred cave entrance.

Sienna’s legs snapped together on instinct, her thighs clamping around Phei’s head in surprise.

A sharp gasp of pleasure and shock tore from her throat — "Ahh—!" — followed immediately by a trembling moan as she realized what it was. His mouth. His tongue.

"P-Phei... it’s... it’s dirty— Mmmh~... ahh... you shouldn’t— Nnh~..." Her words came out broken between soft, helpless moans.

She tried to speak, tried to tell him it was too intimate, too filthy for someone like her to be tasted like this, but her legs betrayed her completely:

Instead of pushing Phei away, her thighs stayed firmly locked around his head, holding him in place as her hips gave a tiny, involuntary twitch.

Phei looked up from between her legs, his amethyst eyes meeting her wide, shocked violet ones. His lips were already glistening with her sweet nectar.

"You taste so good," he said, voice low and rough with hunger.

Before she could even form a reply, his tongue pushed forward and entered her.

"AHAAAHHH~"

Phei ate her like he was savoring something holy.

He didn’t devour her the way he usually did; this was slower. More careful and worshipful.

His tongue dragged in long, flat strokes from the bottom of her soft slit all the way up, collecting every drop of her virgin nectar. He circled her clit with the very tip of his tongue in slow, deliberate spirals — never pressing too hard, just teasing that sensitive little pearl until her thighs shook.

He dipped back down and pushed his tongue inside her tight entrance, fucking her slowly with it, tasting the pure, secret heat of her from the inside while his nose brushed against her clit.

Sienna’s reactions were pure, innocent, and utterly overwhelmed.

Her eyes stayed wide, lips parted in constant soft sounds — "Ahh... Mmmh~... Nnh~... Haaah..." — as if she couldn’t believe what was happening to her body. Every time his tongue circled her clit she would gasp and her hips would jerk. Every time he licked deeper inside her sacred flower she would let out a broken, high-pitched moan that echoed in the bedroom.

Her hands had flown to his hair without her realizing, fingers trembling as they gripped the strands — not to pull him away, but to hold on.

He teased her clit with gentle flicks, then flattened his tongue and dragged it slowly over the entire length of her soft, glistening pussy, from entrance to the top, again and again. He sucked one of her delicate outer petals into his mouth, then the other, cleaning her thoroughly before returning to her clit and circling it with maddening patience.

He never rushed as he explored every fold, every hidden inch of her virgin flower with his tongue like he was memorizing her.

Sienna’s thighs shook violently around his head. She was panting, moaning, her back arching off the bed in helpless little waves. She had never felt anything like this. The pleasure was too much, too intimate, too overwhelming for someone who had never been touched this way before.

And yet she held him there, legs locked, body trembling, soft desperate sounds spilling from her lips nonstop.

Phei finally pulled back.

He looked up at her from between her shaking thighs. Her sacred flower was glistening, slightly swollen from his attention, a thin string of her sweet nectar connecting his lower lip to her entrance before it broke.

Sienna’s entire body was trembling.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breasts shifting with every shaky breath. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, cheeks burning crimson. She hadn’t come — he had deliberately held her right at the edge without pushing her over — but what he had done was already far more than her virgin body could handle.

With a smile on his face, Phei caressed her cheek gently.

"May I?" he asked softly.

Sienna looked at him. Her eyes softened, the last of her resistance melting away.

"Please..." she whispered.

He nodded.

Phei rose onto his knees and removed his pants. He wore nothing underneath.

Sienna’s mouth fell open in a perfect, shocked "O".

His cock sprang free — thick, long, and heavy, the massive dragon rod hanging between his legs. It was already fully hard, the thick shaft veined and powerful, the wide crown flushed dark and glistening at the tip. It looked far too big for her small, untouched body.

The sheer size of it made her eyes widen even further, her breath catching in her throat.

Phei saw her reaction, he leaned down and kissed her inner thigh softly as he slowly spread her legs wider again.

"Don’t be scared," he said gently. "I’ll be gentle."

Sienna didn’t reply.

She couldn’t.

All she could do was stare at his cock, her mind blank except for the overwhelming realization that this was about to go inside her. Her legs had gone pliant under his hands. She didn’t even realize he was kissing higher up her inner thighs, spreading them further apart with slow, careful touches until he was fully settled between them once more.

Phei looked down at her exposed goddess flower that would from now be his — pink, glistening, and waiting. He took his cock in one hand, the thick length heavy and hot against his palm. He guided the wide, swollen head down and pressed it gently against her entrance.

Sienna gasped sharply — "Ahh—!" — her entire body jolting at the contact.

The heat of him against her most intimate place sent a violent shiver through her. Her soft petals clenched visibly around nothing.

Phei didn’t push in.

Her sacred dew had already gathered on her outer petals, a soft, glistening sheen that marked how ready her body had become for him.

Instead, he dragged the thick head of his cock slowly up and down her soft slit twice — from her tight entrance all the way up over her sensitive little pearl and back down again. Her virgin nectar coated the wide crown immediately, leaving it shiny and wet.

He could feel how wet she was and how her sacred flower had opened for him despite her innocence.

The sight of his cock glistening with her sacred dew made his hunger spike violently.

He did it again — slow, deliberate strokes up and down the soft, wet length of her flower, letting her feel every ridge and vein of his cockhead dragging over her sensitive folds. Each pass made more of her sweet nectar smear across him.

By the fifth time, the head of his cock was thoroughly coated in her sacred slickness, shiny and dripping with the offering of her body.

Phei moved up over her until their faces were close, his body settling between her spread thighs.

The heavy weight of his member rested against her sacred place, hot and insistent.

He looked into her eyes.

"Will you honor me," he asked quietly, voice rough with emotion, "and become my woman, Sienna?"

Sienna looked up at him.

Their eyes met — and for one perfect second, something ancient and glowing seemed to pass between them.

Her violet eyes shimmered; she surprised even herself when her arms suddenly wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down into a deep, desperate kiss.

Inside her mind, the thought rang clear and true: "I’ve waited for eternity for this."

To Phei, she simply nodded against his lips.

Phei kissed her back — slow, deep, and full of everything he felt. Then he pushed his hips forward.

The massive crown of his cock pressed against her small, tight opening and began to stretch her.

Sienna gasped loudly into his mouth as the thick head breached her virgin entrance — "Ahh—!" — her body going rigid beneath him.

The stretch was intense, burning, overwhelming.

Her soft inner walls clamped down hard around the intrusion, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him.

Phei didn’t stop:

He pushed forward in one slow, steady thrust, burying himself all the way inside her until his hips met hers.

"Haaaaahhh~"

A sharp cry of pain tore from Sienna’s lips.