My Taboo Harem!

Phei felt the next wave leave him through the deep, rhythmic suction of her pussy around his cock. Her hips gave another slow, unconscious roll, the wet sound of her stretched folds sliding along his shaft mixing with the creak of the bed. Her thighs trembled against him.

Phei felt the next wave leave him.

Huge.

Deep.

His fingers dug into the sheets again.

It was too much sensation, too much wrong pleasure, too much of himself being pulled away through a bond that was still far too intimate to think about cleanly. His body wanted to move. His instincts wanted to grip, thrust, claim, resist, surrender. His mind wanted to calculate capacity, mission rewards and whether the Omni-Primordial Path had just found its first major side effect.

So naturally, he did the only reasonable thing.

He laughed under his breath:

"I take one goddess’s virginity," he murmured, "and she immediately starts drinking my sealed Soul Energy like birthday wine."

The system remained silent.

Coward.

Phei looked down at Sienna again.

Her violet eyes glowed brighter and the entire room began to change.

Not physically but the shadows deepened around the bed. The soft lights dimmed by a fraction. The air thickened with the scent of cold lilies, old graves, wet stone and something blacker than night. The star-blue gown discarded near the foot of the bed stirred though there was no wind, its crystals catching faint violet flashes from Sienna’s eyes.

Nether Energy seeped from her skin in thin, beautiful threads.

Black-violet.

Soft.

Deadly.

Phei’s own Void-Ice answered from somewhere deep in his blood, not in alarm, but recognition. Black-white frost began forming across the headboard, delicate and imperial, curling like frozen scripture.

Primordial Blood pulsed once inside him, still sealed, still waiting, but aware:

Two impossible foundations touched through one forbidden, intimate bridge.

Cosmic Dragon.

Nether Goddess.

Phei could almost feel the shape of it now; something was being built between them.

A path for them two? A throne? Immerse power? Knowing this family, probably all three and a ceremonial dagger for tradition.

The suction reached another peak.

Phei’s breath left him in a rough gasp. Sienna’s pussy clenched hard around his cock in a deep, greedy wave, the suction so strong it felt like her body was trying to pull his very essence out through their joined parts. Her hips rolled again — slow, instinctive, unconscious — making the bed creak and the silk sheets slide against her bare skin.

More of their fluids leaked out around his thick shaft.

Phei’s breath left him in a rough gasp.

Sienna’s lips parted, and a sound escaped her, low and blissful, utterly unlike her usual voice. Her body arched faintly beneath him, not seeking movement, not seeking more in the ordinary sense, but following the flood of power pouring into her soul.

Phei lowered one hand to the side of her face.

His thumb brushed her cheek.

"Sienna," he said again, softer.

Her eyes remained glowing.

His expression darkened with tenderness and annoyance in equal measure.

"Fine," he muttered. "Drink. Since apparently I was carrying an ocean I could not use and you decided to become divine plumbing."

Another surge left him, this was less violent now.

Or perhaps he was adjusting.

The process began to find rhythm. Not the rhythm of bodies anymore, though that warmth still haunted every inch of him. This was spiritual. A pull, a release, a transfer, a deep tunneling current from his sealed inner sea into the abyssal architecture of her returning goddesshood.

The system chimed again:

[Ding! Nether Goddess absorption rate stabilizing.]

[Congratulation Host: Your excess sealed Soul Energy will be reduced to manageable capacity... in result; the Nether Goddess’s Soul Realm foundation will undergo significant restoration.]

Phei’s eyes sharpened.

"Soul Realm foundation?"

[Ding! The Nether Goddess possesses an ancient Soul Realm in a fractured reircanation-state.]

[Host’s sealed Soul Energy is compatible with her.]

[Warning: Details exceed current Host level.]

Phei smiled without humor.

"Of course they do."

’Current Host level my ass.’

He was half inside a goddess, having his Soul Energy drained through a bond triggered by taking her first time, and the system still had the audacity to hide details like a smug little clerk behind a glass window.

He was going to bully the blue text one day.

Somehow.

Sienna’s face softened further and a faint tear slid from the corner of one glowing eye; it was black-violet, not quiet blood.

It moved down her temple like liquid night.

Phei wiped it with his thumb.

"You needed this," he whispered.

Yes, Sienna had not planned this but still some part of her had needed it.

Some part of the Nether Goddess had been starving around a wound so deep even Sienna had not known the full shape of it. She had come to him because of urgency, yes. Because of fate, yes. Because of whatever Dravenna and Ashworth and the old powers knew, probably.

But beneath all of that, something more brutal had been waiting.

Her soul after she became his and had seen his sealed Soul Energy and opened like a dying world smelling rain.

Phei leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

The suction continued.

He let it.

For once, he did not fight the loss.

Because it was not truly loss.

Not if it made her whole, freed his capacity; his Omni-Primordial Path would one day keep filling him with Soul Energy every time he chained another ancient bastard beneath his mark.

He could get more.

He would get more... the disgusting beauty of it.

Kyle had been first but by far not last.

The system had said each Progenitor would bring rewards. Soul Energy. Power. Elements. Rewards:

A growing treasury of higher foundations his current self could barely hold, and now Sienna, impossible Sienna, beloved terrifying Sienna, had become a way for the excess to become useful before Transcendent Rank.

Phei’s smile slowly returned.

"Interesting," he murmured.

The room pulsed once with violet-black light and Sienna’s fingers finally moved.

Weakly...

...Phei looked down at her.

"Still with me?"

Her lips parted.

No words came.

Only a soft, breathless sound.

The glow in her eyes flickered.

For half a second, behind the soulless violet, he thought he saw her.

Not the Nether Goddess.

Sienna.

Cold. Proud. Embarrassed. His.

Then the trance swallowed her again.

Phei exhaled slowly.

"All right," he whispered, brushing her hair back. "Take what you need."

The suction deepened one last time.

Phei’s body bowed over hers, breath catching, hands braced hard enough to wrinkle the sheets. The pleasure was almost cruel now, braided with the strange hollowing sensation of Soul Energy leaving him in vast, luminous currents through the deep, rhythmic sucking of her pussy around his cock. Her hips continued their slow, unconscious rolls, the wet sounds of their joined bodies filling the room as the bed creaked beneath them.

Sienna glowed beneath him.

Violet.

Black.

Beautiful.

Terrifying.

The Nether Goddess drank.

And Phei, the Young Dragon who had enslaved an Original Progenitor and stepped onto the Omni-Primordial Path, held himself still above her and let her.

Because she had asked him for trust tonight.

And now, without knowing it, she was trusting him with something far worse than her body.

Her soul.