My Taboo Harem!

Phei’s fingers repeated the same pattern as his fingers moved in and out of her—slow at first, then faster and harder. Wet sounds filled the library as Dravenna’s hips began rolling on their own again, fucking herself on his fingers as much as the ice restraints allowed. Her ass lifted and dropped against the table with every thrust, her bound body writhing helplessly while he recorded every second.

Occasionally he would pull his fingers out and slap her clit lightly with them before thrusting back in.

The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers fucking into her were loud and constant on the recording — filthy, rhythmic, and obscene. Even with her mouth sealed, her muffled moans and cries vibrated loudly enough to be picked up by the phone’s microphone — high, desperate, garbled sounds that made the video even filthier.

Phei kept asking between thrusts, voice calm, "Did you say something? Speak up for the camera, Dean."

Phei raised the phone to capture her face and bouncing breasts.

"Does that turn you on?"

She nodded frantically, eyes half-lidded.

He zoomed in on her face.

"How do you think all those legacy patriarchs you used to beat into the ground would feel if they could see the great Dragoness of Paradise right now? You turned them all down when they courted you didn’t you? Now you’re what? Spread open and desperate, creaming all over her student’s hand?"

Dravenna’s reaction was violent. Her pussy clamped down hard around Phei’s fingers and a fresh gush of cum poured out around them. Her hips bucked wildly against the restraints as Phei fucked her faster, thumb rubbing her clit in tight, relentless circles while his other hand reached up to pinch and twist one of her stiff nipples.

He kept the camera on her face.

"Do you want to come, Dravenna?" he asked. "Do you want to come on my fingers while I record everything? Tell me. Let them hear it."

He released the ice from her mouth.

The moment her lips were free, a broken moan tore out of her.

"I’m coming—!" she cried, voice hoarse and desperate. "I’m coming on my student’s fingers—!"

Phei drove his fingers deeper, curling them hard on her sensitive G-spot while gripping and frosting her clit at the same time.

"Say it again," he ordered. "Louder."

"I’m coming on my student’s fingers!" she shouted, voice cracking as her orgasm crashed through her. Her pussy squirted around his fingers in messy pulses, her bound body shaking violently against the ice as wave after wave tore through her.

The wet, splashing sound of her squirting orgasm was loud and messy — powerful jets spraying out around his hand and running down her ass in audible rivulets. Her voice kept breaking into desperate, sobbing moans as she came, shouting hoarsely over and over while her bound body shook violently.

The wet sounds of her pussy pulsing and gushing were constant and filthy throughout her orgasm.

Her bound body shook so hard the frost restraints creaked. Her full breasts bounced with every violent jerk of her hips. Phei kept the camera on her face the entire time, capturing every second of her ruined expression.

"Louder," he ordered again, curling his fingers hard against her front wall while frosting her clit with his other hand.

"Let them hear exactly who’s making their great Dragoness come like this."

Only when she started to come down did he slowly pull his fingers out.

He released her wrists and handed her the phone.

"Record me," he commanded.

Dravenna’s hands were shaking, but she held the phone up with both hands, pointing it down at him between her spread, bound legs.

Phei leaned in without another word.

His cold, long tongue plunged straight into her pussy after sniffing her sweet scent pussy—deep and without warning—fucking into her with slow, powerful strokes while he looked up at the camera she was shakily holding.

He added his fingers alongside his tongue, stretching her further while his cold tongue curled inside her, dragging against her inner walls with deliberate, freezing pressure.

Dravenna’s reaction was immediate and overwhelming.

Her ass lifted hard off the table as much as the restraints allowed.

"I wonder how they’ll react. Say, should I show it to them Dravenna?

"Show it to them! Show them their feared Dragoness getting eaten out by her student—!" until her voice finally gave out into sobbing, overstimulated whimpers.

Jets of her cum erupted around Phei’s tongue as she came again, hard and messy. He drank every drop, tongue working deep inside her while she kept recording, her bound body shaking violently, breasts bouncing, silver hair wild across the table.

He kept licking and sucking through her orgasm, drawing it out until she was sobbing with overstimulation.

She kept shouting broken, filthy things at the camera—telling it exactly what was happening, exactly who was making the great Dravenna Ashford lose control like this—until her voice finally gave out and her arms dropped.

The phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.

Dravenna collapsed back onto the table—completely spent, bound, marked, and still dripping—while Phei slowly pulled his tongue from her still-twitching pussy and looked up at her with dark, possessive satisfaction.

He leaned down one last time and gave her sensitive pussy a slow, gentle lick from bottom to top, cleaning some of the mess before finally rising to her feet.

The Dragoness of Paradise had never looked more thoroughly ruined.

’Or more completely at my mercy.

Phei stood over her for a long moment, simply admiring the sight—her chest still heaving, nipples stiff and glistening, thighs trembling in their frost restraints, pussy still clenching and leaking onto the table in slow, helpless pulses.

He reached down and brushed a strand of silver hair from her damp forehead, the gesture almost tender against the backdrop of what he had just done to her.

"You did well," he murmured, voice low and rough with satisfaction. "My perfect, ruined Dragoness."

Dravenna’s eyes fluttered open, glassy and dazed, but there was something else in them now—something soft and surrendered that had not been there before. She couldn’t speak, not yet, but her body answered for her.

Another slow trickle of cum slipped from her well-used pussy at his words.

Phei smiled.

He leaned down and pressed a single, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, just above the glowing frost band. The touch was almost reverent.

Then he straightened, picked up the phone from the floor, and ended the recording.

The library was quiet again, save for the soft sound of her breathing and the faint crackle of melting ice.

Even in the quiet aftermath, the soft, wet sound of her pussy still occasionally clenching and leaking onto the table remained audible — slow, helpless drips in the silence. Her breathing was ragged and wet-sounding, occasional soft whimpers still escaping her as the last aftershocks rolled through her.

Phei looked down at her one last time, dark eyes gleaming with quiet triumph and something far deeper.

This was only the beginning.

And the Dragoness of Paradise was already his.