My Taboo Harem!

The wet, obscene sounds of her previous release still filled the quiet library — slow, rhythmic drips and soft splashes as thick strands of her cum continued to leak from her swollen pussy and run down the cleft of her ass onto the blackwood.

Her breathing was ragged only broken by occasional soft, involuntary whimpers that escaped her parted lips.

The air smelled thick with her nectar.

Instead, he leaned in again.

His tongue dragged slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up, collecting the thick, glistening mess she had made. He licked her with deliberate, unhurried strokes — not rushing to clean her, but savoring the taste of her cum while his tongue teased every sensitive fold.

Every time he flicked over her clit, Dravenna’s bound body jerked against the ice restraints, a broken moan slipped from her lips.

The sound of his tongue dragging slowly through her cum-slick folds was loud and obscene in the quiet room — a soft, continuous lapping mixed with the sticky, squelching noises of her soaked pussy yielding under his mouth.

Every slow lick produced a wet, sucking sound as he collected her thick release.

When he flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, her body jerked hard against the frost restraints and a loud, broken moan tore from her throat — hoarse and desperate.

"Ahh—! Nngh—!" The sound cracked at the end, dissolving into trembling whimpers as fresh wetness leaked out onto his tongue.

"Phei..." she breathed, voice hoarse.

He smirked against her pussy and kept going.

He sucked one of her outer lips into his mouth, then the other, cleaning her thoroughly before pushing his tongue inside her again — slow, deep, curling to scoop out more of her release. His hands gripped her thighs, holding them open as he feasted on her with lazy, possessive hunger.

Occasionally he would pull back just enough to blow a soft breath of cold Void-Ice over her clit, making her hips buck and another weak spurt of cum leak out for him to lick up.

Every time he pulled back and blew cold Void-Ice over her clit, her body convulsed hard, a sharp, broken cry tearing from her throat as another weak spurt of cum gushed out — the wet sound of it splashing onto his tongue and the table clearly audible.

"Hah—! Phei—!" Her voice cracked into desperate moans as he licked it up.

Dravenna’s head fell back against the table, silver hair spilling everywhere.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, heavy breasts shifting with every breath. Even after everything, her body kept reacting to him — thighs twitching, pussy clenching around his tongue every time he pushed deep.

"You taste even better when you’ve been thoroughly used," Phei murmured against her. "Look at this mess you made on my table, Dean. So fucking filthy."

He licked another long stripe up her slit, then sealed his mouth over her clit and sucked gently while two fingers slid back inside her, curling slowly. Dravenna’s hands — still half-bound — tried to reach for his hair again.

Phei finally pulled back, lips shiny with her cum. He licked them slowly, eyes locked on hers.

He released the ice restraints from her wrists and legs with a touch. The frost melted away cleanly, leaving faint red marks on her skin where she had pulled against them. Phei slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her gently, helping her sit up properly on the edge of the table.

Even as the frost melted, soft, broken whimpers continued to slip from her throat.

Dravenna sat there in all her naked glory.

The ivory silk gown was still bunched uselessly around her waist like a forgotten offering. Her heavy breasts were bare, nipples stiff and dark from the cold and overstimulation. Her stomach rose and fell with shaky breaths.

Between her spread thighs, her pussy was flushed dark pink, lips swollen and glistening, a thin trail of cum still slowly leaking from her and dripping onto the blackwood beneath her. Her silver hair was wild, her jade eyes glassy but still sharp with that dangerous pride.

Even ruined and marked, she looked powerful — a dragoness who had allowed herself to be taken apart and was already calculating how to put the pieces back together on her own terms.

Phei stepped between her legs again, close enough that his body brushed her inner thighs. One hand rested on her bare waist while the other cupped her jaw.

He looked at her for a long moment.

"Are you ready for the next part, Dravenna?" he asked, voice low, still thick with lust.

Dravenna smiled.

Even now, with the library’s dim amber light wrapping around her silver hair, her bare skin, and the ruined silk gathered around her, she looked less like a woman defeated and more like a dragoness who had allowed the battlefield to reach a more interesting phase.

Her jade eyes held Phei’s with dangerous softness that made victory feel suspicious.

She lifted both hands and held his face.

Phei paused.

That alone said enough.

A moment ago, his blood had been raging and his hunger for her had been a living thing inside him, clawing against bone, memory, patience, and every lie he had told himself about waiting.

Dravenna had dragged it out of him. Fed it. Challenged it and answered it with her own. The library had become too small for two dragons pretending they were only talking.

But now her hands were gentle.

Too gentle.

Phei’s gaze sharpened but Dravenna leaned forward and kissed him but not sharply this time.

This kiss was slower, deeper in a way that carried finality instead of escalation. Her mouth lingered against his, warm and intimate, and for one dangerous second, Phei almost forgot the instinct tightening in his chest.

Then she pulled back.

Her thumb brushed along his cheek.

"As much as I want to keep going and let you fuck my virginity and the living hell out of me, Phei," she said, voice low, "and as much as I want you to take what I have guarded for far too long and make me fully yours..."

Phei’s expression changed.

Dravenna saw it.

She smiled faintly.

"Tonight is not mine."

The words were strange, her words were not exactly a refusal.

Phei stared at her, his eyes narrowed.

He knew that look. Knew that tone and the shift beneath her voice.

She was about to run.

She was doing it again!

Not physically, perhaps. Dravenna was too elegant for something so crude.

She would vanish with a smile, leave him with heat and questions, then disappear into whatever old Ashford cave she had crawled out of before the night began. He could already feel the shape of it. Another retreat. Another promise wrapped in smoke. Another woman too dangerous to chase and too arrogant to stay.

"No you’re not running away," Phei said softly.

Dravenna’s smile widened by one cruel degree.

"Now, now," she called, looking past him toward the darkest corner of the library. "Do not be a stranger. Come on out."

Phei went still; every instinct inside him shifted before the room changed.

His head turned slowly:

There, beyond the last amber lamp, where the shelves drowned in shadow and the window light could not reach properly, someone walked out.

Phei’s brows drew together.

Sienna.

For one full heartbeat, Phei did not understand what he was seeing.

His eyes widened and his entire body locked as if reality had slapped him across the face and demanded a written apology.

Sienna stood in the corner of the library wearing the same star-blue gown from her birthday, the dress still a work of cold divine cruelty against her slender figure. The off-shoulder neckline revealed the elegant line of her throat and collarbones, the glittering bodice narrowing around her waist before flowing into that silver-blue mermaid fall.

The transparent sleeves shimmered faintly under the dim light, and the long train pooled behind her like frozen starlight dragged through shadow.

But none of that struck Phei first.

It was her face; it was so red like a tomato.

Sienna Ryujin Tiamat, the Ice Robot, the birthday girl who could stare down affection like an enemy army, stood in the dark corner of the library with color burning across her cheeks.

Her violet eyes remained cold.

Or tried to...

The aloofness was there, the stillness. The impossible distance of something ancient trapped inside a girl who had always treated embarrassment like a disease weaker people contracted.

But tonight, the mask did not fully hold.

She had seen everything he’d done with Dravenna.

All of it.

The deep, burning red across her cheeks spread down her throat and across her collarbones.

Her breathing was slightly uneven, the rise and fall of her chest visible beneath the glittering bodice. Her slender fingers twitched at her sides before she curled them into fists. The way she stood — perfectly still yet somehow vibrating with tension — made the charged silence in the library feel heavier.

Phei’s mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

"What the fuck is going on?"

It was a truly excellent question given she’d been standing there watching phei and Dravenna and whatever they’d done and it seemed Dravenna had known Sienna was there.

For some strange reason, the women had been in this together!

"Can someone tell me the hell is going on?"