My Taboo Harem!

Instead he took his time — two fingers slowly brushed up and down her slit, spreading her wetness everywhere and coating her outer lips until they shone. He used his thumb to gently spread her folds wider, exposing the swollen nub of her clit, already stiff and peeking out from its hood; Phei circled it with the pad of his finger in slow, lazy spirals, pressing just firm enough to make her hips buck before lightening to a teasing graze that made her whimper.

The Dragoness’s wetness increased with every pass, fresh nectar coated his fingers and dripping down toward her ass. He dragged his fingers lower, circling her entrance with the very tip of one finger, pressing just enough to feel the tight, fluttering clench of her inner walls before pulling back and spreading more of her arousal over her clit again.

The obscene wet sounds of his fingers moving through her soaked folds filled the quiet library.

He kept her thighs pinned wide open with his other hand, fingers digging into the soft flesh as her legs trembled harder.

Dravenna’s hips jerked hard.

Phei looked up at her from between her spread thighs, eyes dark and hungry.

"You’re dripping my dear Dean," he said, voice low and rough as he continued stroking her exposed pussy. "You’re sooo fucking wet already. Look at this..." he showed her his wet fingers an dragged them back!

The Dean thrusted her hips forward meeting his fingers on her slit, she moaned as she nearly broke her first orgasm.

He growled as he dragged his fingers through her slick folds again, spreading her wetness pussy in slow, filthy strokes. "Look at how your pretty cunt is. Your pussy is so wet it’s running down my hand. You’ve been aching like this all night, haven’t you? Walking around my guests with your panties soaked and your clit throbbing, just waiting for me to drag you in here and spread you open."

He circled her clit again, slower this time, watching her face as her hips chased his touch. "So fucking messy. Your cunt is drooling all over my fingers greedy little dragoness." He teased her entrance again, pushing the very tip of one finger inside before withdrawing, spreading the fresh wetness upward to coat her clit thoroughly.

He spread her wetness with two fingers, rubbing it over her clit before sliding them back down and teasing her entrance again.

Dravenna’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping her.

Her chest heaved, the ivory silk rising and falling rapidly over her breasts.

Her thighs shook uncontrollably in his iron grip, the muscles quivering with every slow circle of his fingers. Her hips rolled forward in desperate little jerks, trying to force his fingers deeper, but he held her pinned to the table edge, teasing her without mercy.

Her fingers twisted tighter in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting as another broken moan broke from her throat. Her pussy clenched visibly around nothing, the tight entrance fluttering and begging.

Phei kept teasing her — circling her clit, dragging his fingers through her slick folds, and occasionally pushing just the very tip of one finger inside before pulling back.

He kissed and bit her inner thigh again while he did it, leaving more marks on her soft skin.

She pulled his hair hard and dragged him back up.

Their mouths met in a brutal, open-mouthed kiss — tongues sliding, teeth clashing, her free hand gripping his ass and yanking him hard between her spread thighs so she could feel exactly what she was doing to him.

The kiss turned harder. She tasted like wine, pride and frustration aged into something dangerous.

Phei’s hands slid beneath the silk at her hips, gripping her bare ass with both hands, squeezing hard and spreading her on the table while he kissed her like he wanted to devour every sound she made.

He ground his cock against her exposed, soaked pussy through his trousers; his cock dragged directly over her clit and slick folds. He bit her lower lip hard, then sucked it, one hand still gripping her ass possessively while the other pinned her wrist to the table above her head.

Dravenna answered by wrapping one leg around his waist, the exposed thigh locking behind him as she rolled her hips against him once — slow, over her open and wet pussy.

Two dragons. Neither kneeling fully, neither surrendering cleanly.

He pinned her other wrist above her head. She laughed into his mouth and bit his lip hard enough to draw a groan from him. He dragged his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting while his free hand roamed — gripping her ass, then sliding up to palm her breast through the silk, thumb brushing over the stiff peak.

She whispered something in an old language he did not know, but the sound of it was filthy enough to make meaning unnecessary.

Phei lifted his head. Their eyes met.

The room had gone hotter.

The amber lamps seemed lower now, dimmer, as if the library itself had leaned away to give them privacy and failed because walls, tragically, cannot leave. Outside, the city glowed. Inside, books stood in silent rows around them, every shelf becoming witness to the fact that wisdom had lost this room long ago.

Dravenna’s lips were swollen. His fault. Her breath was uneven. Also his fault. Her gown still held together, but it no longer looked untouched.

Her exposed waist carried faint red marks from his mouth and the heat of his palms. Her thigh glistened faintly where his mouth had been.

Phei leaned closer. "I am glad you waited," he said.

Dravenna’s eyes narrowed. "Do not sound victorious."

"You made me think I was the one waiting."

"You were."

"So were you."

Her silence answered better than words.

Phei’s mouth brushed hers, not quite kissing. "Next time you want me to come after you, Dean, do not hide behind a promise."

Her hand slid to his jaw. "And next time you want me," she whispered, voice husky, "do not behave like a boy waiting to be invited."

That hit, clean, accurate and annoying.

Phei laughed softly.

Then he kissed her again — slower, deeper, filthier — while both hands gripped her ass and pulled her to the very edge of the table so her core pressed tight against the hard line of his cock.

Dravenna moaned into his mouth and rolled her hips again, grinding against him with open, unashamed hunger.

He ground harder against her, the thick ridge of his cock dragging directly over her exposed, dripping pussy, the wet heat of her soaking into his trousers. He bit the side of her neck again, sucking hard while his hands spread her ass cheeks wide on the table, holding her open and pinned exactly where he wanted her.

The battle did not end. It changed shape. From challenge to hunger. From hunger to promise. From promise to something far more dangerous than either of them had planned when they entered the library.

At some point, Dravenna broke away just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to his. "Phei."

He did not stop touching her. One hand still gripped her ass. The other slid up her bare back, fingers splayed possessively.

"Hmm?"

Her jade eyes held his, proud and dark and far too awake now.

"If we continue," she said, voice low and rough, "your guests will know exactly what happened in this room."

Phei’s hand slid over her waist again, thumb brushing the marks he had left, and the smallest tremor crossed her body. He smiled, slow and dangerous.

"Then we should make sure they can only guess."

Dravenna laughed. Low. Beautiful. Doomed.

Then she pulled him back down, legs tightening around him, and kissed him like she had every intention of letting the entire penthouse hear exactly how this war in ivory silk was going to end.