My Taboo Harem!

"I never knew I was capable of making you lose your composure like that," she continued, voice softer but still thick with pride. "Of making you come undone in my mouth and making the great Phei Ryujin Tiamat shake and lose control like that. You broke so beautifully for mommy."

Phei let out a long, shaky laugh as his eyes finally opened fully, dark and hazy with pleasure and something far deeper.

"You girls..." he said, voice rough and honest, still slightly dazed, "can do anything to me."

He heaved another breath, still trying to steady himself, one hand gently stroking her hair now instead of gripping it.

"I have little to no power over what you can make me feel. None of you. You just... take it from me."

Delilah’s smirk softened into something warmer, more vulnerable. She leaned down and kissed his stomach gently, right over the still-twitching muscles.

But the crack had appeared in her as her expression shifted; the bold confidence wavered for just a moment and vulnerability slipped into her voice as she looked up at him, suddenly unsure, eyes glassy for an entirely different reason.

"Will you—" she started, the question fragile. "Will you still want me after this? After I— after I did that? After I made you—"

She didn’t get to finish.

Phei moved in one smooth, powerful motion, he pulled her up and rolled them. The world spun and she was on her back as she hit the bed with a soft gasp.

Before she could even process it, Phei was already over her, caging her in with his body and her zipper of her dress was already undone.

His hands moved with focused, reverent intent, sliding the long strapless dress down her body.

The fabric whispered over her skin as he pulled it lower, revealing her inch by inch, taking his time like he was unwrapping the greatest gift he had ever been given.

First came the full view of her big boobs.

They spilled free as the dress slipped past her chest — large, soft, and round, the kind of breasts that were heavy enough to sway and settle with every breath, her dark nipples were already tight and pebbled from arousal, stood out against the warm tone of her skin. They were sensitive, the peaks stiff and begging for attention, the soft undersides full and plush.

As the dress slid lower, her breasts shifted and settled heavily on her chest, rising and falling with her quickened breathing.

Then her waist — soft but with a gentle inward curve that made her hips look even wider by comparison, and soon was the wide, thick flare of her hips and the soft, slightly rounded curve of her stomach — feminine and touchable, the kind of softness that begged to be kissed and bitten.

The dress finally slid past her hips and down her long, thick legs, leaving her completely bare.

Phei froze.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of her completely naked beneath him for the first time.

She hadn’t worn anything underneath.

No bra. No panties. Just smooth, warm skin and the glistening evidence of how desperately wet she was between her thick thighs. Her wetness had been dripping for as long as she’d ben on his cock even using some of it herself — shiny trails glistening on the soft inner flesh of her plush thighs, one slow drop sliding down toward the sheets.

Phei stared, genuinely startled, breath caught in his throat.

"You..." His voice was low, rough with surprise and raw hunger. "You didn’t wear anything underneath?"

Delilah grinned up at him — that same wicked, satisfied smirk from earlier, though her cheeks were flushed dark and her eyes were still a little glassy from earlier tears and emotion. She arched her back slightly, making her large, heavy breasts shift and settle beautifully on her chest, and slowly spread her thick thighs just a little wider, giving him an even clearer view of her clearly spotless and shaved wet pussy.

"You like it," she said, voice soft but confident... a little breathless. "I know you do."

Phei’s gaze dragged slowly, hungrily, over every inch of her body — over the heavy, full curves of her breasts and the tight dark peaks of her nipples, the soft dip of her waist and the gentle curve of her stomach, the wide flare of her womanly hips, and the thick, plush thighs that framed the slick, swollen heat between them. Her long legs stretched out beneath him, smooth and strong and so fucking hot it made his spent cock twitch again.

Her round big ass (only rivaling her mother’s and Victoria’s) lifted slightly off the bed as she shifted, the full curves of the round bottom begging to be gripped and spanked.

His eyes darkened further, almost black with renewed hunger.

A slow, dangerous, deeply satisfied smile curved his lips as he leaned down over her, one large hand sliding up the soft inside of her thick thigh, spreading her wider so he could see everything — the puffy outer lips, the glistening pink folds within, the way her arousal had made everything shiny and wet, her clit visibly swollen and needy.

"Oh~" he murmured against her lips, voice low and full of dark, filthy promise, "I more than like it, princess."

His fingers brushed higher, deliberately grazing the slick heat of her bare pussy, feeling how wet she was for him.

"And now," he whispered, voice rough with renewed hunger and something almost reverent, "it’s my turn to ruin you."

He kissed her then — deep, claiming, tasting himself on her tongue — while his hand stayed between her thick thighs, fingers exploring the soaked, swollen heat he had just uncovered.

Delilah moaned into his mouth, her big breasts pressing up against his chest, her thick thighs parting wider in invitation, her entire lush, curvy body arching up into him like she had been made for this moment.

And beneath the starry ceiling he had built for her eyes, the ferocious princess who had just broken him was about to be broken right back — slowly, thoroughly, and with the same sinful devotion she had shown him.

Phei was going to take his time.