My Taboo Harem!

The library was drowned in night, soft amber lamps glowed along the lower shelves, their light dim and warm, licking across old leather spines, polished blackwood, glass cases and the long study table waiting at the center of the room like it had been built for wisdom and then tragically repurposed by desire.

Beyond the tall windows, Hell’s Paradise Island glittered far below in scattered gold, silver and violet, but up here the city felt distant, irrelevant, dismissed.

The library held a different kind of silence.

Dravenna stood near the end of the table with her back almost against the shelves. Phei stood before her and close enough to cut off escape.

He had only taken the space she gave him and then made it feel like she had offered more than she intended. His hands rested on either side of her, one against the shelf beside her waist, the other against the edge of the table behind him, his body angled just enough that every breath between them became a decision.

Dravenna’s jade eyes lifted to his; she should have looked amused and she did but she also looked hungry beneath it.

The ivory gown still clung to her like a sin pretending to be ceremony and the smooth of her skin beneath the dress caught the amber light and made Phei’s fingers ache with memory.

"You brought me here to stare?" she asked.

Phei’s gaze slid to her mouth. "I brought you here because if I kept staring out there, someone was going to notice."

"They noticed me already."

"Then I was merciful."

"Merciful?" Her smile sharpened. "You ignored me the entire night."

"You ran the entire night."

"I moved socially."

"You avoided me with professional skill."

"I am a professional woman."

"You’re also a coward in an expensive dress."

Dravenna’s eyes flashed; that did it, she acted first.

Her hand caught the front of his shirt, her fingers curled hard into the black fabric, and she dragged him down into a deep, open-mouthed kiss so sudden and fierce that the library’s silence shattered.

Her mouth crashed against his before her tongue pushed past his lips without asking, teeth catching his lower lip in a sharp bite before she sucked on it.

Her kiss was wet, angry, and hungry — all the weeks of silence and denial poured into the way her tongue stroked against his and the way her teeth nipped again when he tried to take control too quickly.

Phei’s hands immediately dropped to her ass and grabbed two full, firm handfuls through the ivory gown and squeezed hard; his fingers dug deep into the rounded flesh as he yanked her body flush against his.

He then kneaded her ass roughly and spread her ass cheeks slightly before delivering a sharp loud slap to one side that made her ass ripple in her gown.

She undergarment was only a shy of a thong, giving him full access to her perky raw meet of her ass!

Phei’s palms claimed the full, resilient globes of her ass through the silk with raw hunger, the firm yet yielding flesh molded perfectly to his aggressive grip like warm satin stretched over powerful muscle.

He squeezed harder this time; as his fingers sunk deep until the plush curves dimpled and overflowed between his spread digits, the heat of her skin also started burning through the thin dress.

He spread her cheeks wider; his thumbs digging into the cleft, forcing her back to arch and press her small firm breasts tighter against him.

Then he delivered another sharp slap — louder this time — the impact sent a visible ripple across the dress and a jolted straight through her hips. Phei didn’t stop the kiss they were engaged in as he gave her left ass cheek another slap and followed immediately on the other cheek, then a third lower down, catching the sensitive undercurve of her ass just below where her ass curved round; her whole body jerked forward and her breasts crushing against his chest.

All the while he ground his rapidly hardening cock against her mound in slow, hard rolls of his hip, the thick ridge dragging over her clit through layers of her dress and thong, letting her feel exactly how much he wanted her.

Luckily she was taller enough to make things easy.

Her thighs trembled and breath caught sharply against his mouth as a wave of wetness flooded her pussy; her own body betraying her with a helpless little roll of her hips that chased the friction of his hard huge cock!

Dravenna gasped into the kiss.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time, then gripped and squeezed both cheeks possessively while grinding the growing hardness in his trousers directly against her.

He kept her pinned there, the one hand sliding up to fist in her silver hair and yank her head back just enough to expose her throat while the other continued its rough worship of her ass — squeezing, spreading, delivering two more stinging slaps that made the flesh bounce and her spine bow.

He broke the kiss she was about to start and instead bit the side of her neck hard enough to leave a mark, sucking the skin between his teeth as he ground his cock against her again, the friction deliberate and punishing.

Dravenna held his face in her both hands and pulled him back and claimed his mouth again:

She kissed again him like accusation. Like punishment. Like every day she had waited had been a blade turned inward and now she had decided to use it on him instead. Her right hand slid into his hair and gripped hard, fingers twisting at the roots as she pulled his head back just enough to bite his lower lip again, harder this time, before licking over the sting.

They were moving with force, speed and power; the two were powerful enough to no hold back but they rattled the shelves back.

"How dare you," she whispered against his lips, voice low and rough.

Phei smiled into the kiss, teeth flashing.

"There is my Dragoness!" She bit him again in agreement.

He groaned, the sound dark and approving, and his both hands ran to her ass again squeezing, spreading, and slapping it again in loud and relentless slap he was sure her perky supple ass was getting red right now while he kissed her deeper, tongue claiming her mouth with fast strokes as he pulled her hips hard against his cock.

Phei’s fingers then hooked under the hem of the silk at the back and yanked it upward just enough to slip both hands beneath, finding the bare skin of her supple firm ass.

He gripped the warm, bare firm flesh of her ass directly now, spreading her cheeks wide making here thong dig deep into her ass crack and delivering a sharp, bare-handed slap that cracked through the library. Her body jolted hard, a broken sound escaping her throat into his mouth. He answered with grounding his cock against her with more force, the rigid length rubbing insistently over her soaked panties through the bunched silk, the heat and dampness of her arousal already seeping through her panties and dress.

"How dare you make me wait?" she hissed. The words were low, furious and hot enough to make his blood answer before thought arrived.

Phei’s eyes darkened.

His mistake had been believing a dragoness would hand him permission like a polite letter.

"My fault," he murmured, voice rough. Dravenna’s gaze narrowed. "For once, we agree. My mistake was thinking you needed me to wait."

Her breath caught; Phei moved and the shift was slight, almost lazy, but the whole balance between them changed; she had him by the shirt and next, both of his hands were on her. One gripped her bare waist hard, thumb pressing into the soft flesh just above her hip, while the other stayed on her now bare ass squeezing possessively before delivering another sharp, controlled slap to the curve of it.

Dravenna gasped into his mouth; Phei swallowed the sound and kissed her deeper, his tongue claimed her mouth with fast sucking while had worked her ass and waist — squeezing hard, spreading her cheeks, and slapping one side again as he ground his cock against her.

He bit her exposed shoulder hard, teeth sinking into the smooth skin just above the silk, then licked the mark soothingly before sucking another bruise lower.

His free hand slid up her bare back, nails dragging lightly before he gripped the back of her neck and held her in place while he ground his cock against her again, the motion filthy and possessive, letting her feel how painfully hard she’d made him.