My Taboo Harem!

She pushed him.

Phei let himself be and his back met the edge of the table behind him.

Dravenna followed, pressing into him, her body slid against Phei’s with that uncontrolled lust for him.

She kissed him again, deeper, tongue fucking into his mouth with arrogant and hunger while one hand stayed fisted in his hair and the other dragged down his chest, nails biting through his shirt.

She was not yielding.

’Good.’

Her hands moved over him with sharp confidence, sliding under his shirt to rake across his abs and chest, nails dragging over skin as if she wanted to mark him. Phei answered by gripping her hips hard, then sliding one hand up her bare back, his fingers splaying wide over smooth skin before gripping the back of her neck and holding her in place as he kissed her harder — open-mouthed, wet, teeth grazing her lip before he sucked on her tongue.

Dravenna broke the kiss first, but only to breathe against his mouth, lips swollen and wet.

"You look too pleased."

"I have a beautiful dragoness pressed against me in my library, why wouldn’t I?"

"Your standards are simple."

"My standards are currently wearing ivory silk and pretending not to tremble."

"I am not trembling."

Phei’s hands slid down to her ass again through the opening on her back.

He gripped both bare ass cheeks under the silk and slapped one side sharply.

Then he grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her hard against his cock, grinding’s cock into her.

Dravenna’s spine arched before she controlled it.

Phei smiled against her mouth. "Lie better, My Love."

Her eyes sharpened. She tried to answer. He kissed her before she could — deep, tongue stroking hers while one hand pinned her wrist to the table beside her hip and the other slid up to grip her bare shoulder, thumb brushing the edge of her breast through the thin silk.

He pinned that wrist harder to the table, his fingers wrapping completely around it in an unyielding grip while his other hand slid down to squeeze her breast through the silk, thumb and forefinger pinching the stiff peak until she gasped.

He ground his cock against her pussy again, slow and deliberate, the thick ridge dragging over her clit through their clothes as he bit the side of her neck and sucked hard enough to bruise.

Now he took the lead; no long lecture dressed as seduction.

His mouth covered hers with patient, dangerous hunger, tongue pushing deep while his teeth caught her lower lip and tugged. His free hand roamed greedily — gripping her waist, then sliding down to squeeze her ass again before trailing up her bare back, fingers tracing every vertebra like he was memorizing the path he intended to kiss later.

Dravenna’s breath broke into the kiss — a low, throaty moan she couldn’t quite swallow. Phei swallowed it for her.

Then Phei lifted her up.

The movement tore a sharp gasp from her throat.

He set her on the edge of the table with enough controlled strength to make it feel like inevitability before her folded her gown around her thighs in ivory waves, the high slit falling open completely over one long, smooth leg, her train cascading down the side of the blackwood.

She looked obscene and elegant at once — perched on his study table with one shoulder bare, waist exposed, both thighs fully on display with her silver hair spilling over her back, and jade eyes burning at him like she was still deciding whether to punish him or drag him between her legs.

Phei chose for her.

He stepped between her spread knees.

Without hesitation, he shoved the ivory silk roughly up to her waist, she lifted herself and bunching the dress around her hips until her thighs, panties, and the smooth skin between her legs were completely exposed; her could see her wet pussy now grown fat in her laced panties.

He’d never managed to reach this step the first time!

Dravenna let him and did not resist.

Encouraged, Phei dropped to one knee in front of her and pushed her thighs wider apart with both hands, and pressed his mouth to the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

He kissed it, then bit down before sucking hard, leaving a mark as he worked his way upward.

He shoved the silk more higher with both hands, the delicate fabric bunching and wrinkling tightly around her waist like a belt, fully baring the long, toned expanse of her legs to her waist and the soaked scrap of lace between them.

The cool library air kissed her heated skin. He sank to his other knee down and his face between her spread thighs, the position putting his face level with her barely-covered pussy.

His hands gripped the backs of her thighs and forced them wider apart for the third time as he the space wasn’t big enough — wide enough that the muscles in her legs stretched and trembled, her knees falling open completely in helpless surrender to his strength.

Phei didn’t rush as started once again but this time at the tender crease where thigh met hip, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the satin-smooth skin of her inner thigh, the flesh warm and faintly flushed.

His tongue dragged in slow, wet stripes upward, tasting the faint salt of her skin and the growing heat radiating from her core. He bit down — not hard enough to break skin, but firm enough to leave a blooming red mark — then sucked her flesh into his mouth, soothing the sting with slow licks.

He worked his way higher with deliberate hunger, alternating between soft, teasing licks that made her skin pebble and sharp little nips that drew sharp breaths from above.

Dravenna’s thighs quivered violently in his grip and her powerful muscles jumped and flexed as she tried and failed to close her legs. Fresh juice seeped through her panties, the scent of her nectar thick and heady.

He left a trail of marks up both thighs, sucking and biting until the pale, flawless skin was decorated with red blooms, all while his thumbs pressed possessively into the soft flesh on either side, holding her spread open for his mouth and eyes.

Dravenna’s fingers slid into his hair again. Harder.

"Phei~"

His name came out too low and too honest.

He kissed and bit higher on her inner thighs, sucking marks into the soft flesh while his hands held her legs spread open. Then his right hand moved between her legs.

He brushed two fingers slowly over the thin fabric of her panties, feeling how wet she already was.

He pressed firmer, dragging his fingers along her slit through the soaked material, then hooked one finger under the edge and pulled her panties aside.

He hooked his finger under the damp lace and yanked it roughly to the side, the fabric stretching and catching on her slick folds before exposing her completely.

Her pussy was flushed and glistening, the outer lips plump and parted, inner folds slick and shiny with her arousal. A clear strand of wetness stretched between her entrance and the bunched panties before breaking.

He didn’t push inside the Dean’s pussy.