My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 301: "How Badly Do You Want to be Inside Me" (r-18)

Chapter 301: "How Badly Do You Want to be Inside Me" (r-18)

His cock—now abandoned by any pretense of restraint—settled directly against her soaked pussy, the fat, glowing head nudging her entrance, parting her swollen lips just enough to make her thighs visibly tremble and her back arch off the desk in offering.

He leaned over her, one hand sliding up to collar her throat—not choking, just holding, thumb stroking the frantic pulse there like he was counting the beats of eternity.

"How is any man supposed to resist this?" he whispered, voice raw and reverent, cracked with worship. "How am I supposed to resist you? How can any mortal resist a literal goddess standing right in front of me—black hair like midnight, skin like starlight, body built to ruin empires?"

His thumb traced her neck again—slow, deliberate.

Her whole body shuddered—a full, divine tremor that rolled from throat to toes, breasts heaving against silk, thighs quaking around his hips, pussy clenching hard enough that he felt it against his cock even through cloth—slick gushing in fresh waves, soaking them both.

Before he could think, he pulled her deeper into him—hips rolling once, pressing the full length of his draconic cock, against her dripping core.

Dragon meeting goddess.

She moaned—high, broken, eternal—the sound echoing like a hymn in the quiet room.

He kissed her.

And the universe remembered why it had created desire.

Their lips crashed—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, tongues stroking in languid, consuming pulls that tasted of starlight and sin. Her hands flew to his face—her nails scraping his jaw, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him closer as if she could fuse them into one being.

He kissed her like worship—like she was divinity and he was the first mortal to taste it, tongue claiming every corner of her mouth, teeth grazing her lower lip until she whimpered into him, hips bucking up to grind her clit against his throbbing length.

When he finally pulled back—just enough to breathe—both of them were trembling.

"I want you," one of them growled—or moaned. It was impossible to tell who.

It didn’t matter.

The words were already true for both of them.

The world had narrowed to this: her body molded to his, trembling with awe; his arms holding her like she was something sacred and profane at once; the impossible pull between them that felt like gravity rewritten, like two gods remembering they were never meant to be apart.

And in that moment—suspended, breathless, divine—neither could resist the other.

She moved first.

Not with frantic need, not with the clumsy desperation of someone starved too long.

No.

She moved like a goddess reclaiming a throne she had forgotten she owned—graceful, inevitable, divine.

Her hands slid from his neck to cradle his face—palms soft as moonlight, fingers trembling only with the weight of centuries, tilting his head down to hers with gentle, unyielding command.

They parted for just a single second... she smiled and then kissed him this time, deeper...

When their mouths met this time, it was different. Not the slow, reverent exploration of before. Not the hard, claiming kiss that had come after.

This was worship.

Her lips brushed his once—feather-light, almost chaste—then parted on a sigh that tasted like surrender and victory at once, like the first breath of creation. She kissed him like she was tasting something holy and forbidden—tongue slipping past his lips in a slow, languid sweep that invited rather than demanded, stroking his in long, luxurious pulls that made time dissolve.

He groaned into her mouth—low, helpless, the sound of a mortal touching divinity—and she swallowed it, answering with a soft, hungry hum that vibrated between them like sacred music.

This would perhaps be the first time Phei was the follower and not on his own accord!

Her legs tightened around his waist—thighs flexing like velvet vices, pulling him impossibly closer until her core pressed flush against the thick, throbbing ridge of his cock through his pants. The friction was obscene—her thong long since pushed aside, and he hadn’t seen her do it, her slick coating the front of his trousers in dark, glistening patches—but she didn’t rush.

She savored it. Each deliberate roll of her hips dragged her swollen clit along his length, making him twitch against her, making her breath hitch against his tongue in soft, reverent gasps.

[Ding! Warning: You are being affected by Dormant Succubus subconscious Pheromones. Her seduction potency increased by 340%]

Phei felt it—the warm, syrupy haze curling through his bloodstream like ambrosia, making every nerve ending hum with divine fire, making his cock throb harder against her heat, making rational thought feel distant and unimportant.

He knew what it was.

Knew the system was screaming at him to pull back, to fight it.

He didn’t care.

She was feral in her grace—hungry in a way that felt ancient, elegant, inevitable. A goddess who had finally remembered she was allowed to hunt, to claim, to devour.

Her tongue stroked his tongue in long, languid pulls—teaching him the rhythm she wanted, coaxing him to follow, drawing out every small, helpless sound he tried to swallow. When he tried to deepen the kiss, to take control, she nipped his lower lip—sharp enough to sting, soft enough to tease—and pulled back just far enough to whisper against his mouth:

"No."

One word.

Absolute.

Divine command.

He stilled instantly.

She smiled against his lips—small, wicked, triumphant—then dove back in, slower this time, deeper. Her hands roamed his face, his jaw, his throat—fingertips tracing the line of his pulse, feeling it thunder under her touch like a second heartbeat.

She kissed him like she was mapping creation—memorizing every texture: the faint stubble on his chin, the soft inside of his lip, the way his tongue curled against hers when she sucked it gently into her mouth.

Her hips never stopped moving—slow, rolling grinds that dragged her swollen clit along the full, throbbing length of his cock, coating him in fresh, hot slick with every deliberate pass.

Each roll pulled a soft, breathy moan from deep in her throat—broken, reverent, vibrating against his lips—and each moan made him swell harder and bigger, made his hands tighten on her ass until his fingers sank deep into the soft, perky flesh, spreading her ass cheeks wider, pressing her dripping core even tighter against him.

She broke the kiss only to drag her lips along his jaw—open-mouthed, worshipful, tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness of his skin only she could taste and feel—then down the column of his throat, sucking lightly at the spot where his pulse hammered like war drums.

He groaned in surrender—raw, wrecked, the sound rumbling through his chest like distant thunder—and she answered by biting down just hard enough to make him hiss, then soothing the sting with slow, languid licks that left wet, shining trails.

"You taste like sin," she whispered against his skin, voice husky and reverent, thick with awe. "Like everything I’ve denied myself for years—like fire and starlight and ruin all at once."

Then she kissed him again—deeper, hungrier, but still graceful, still in perfect, goddess-like control.

Her tongue stroked his in long, luxurious pulls—teaching him worship, coaxing him to surrender, drawing out every helpless groan he tried to swallow. Her fingers slipped into his hair—tugging his head back with gentle command so she could kiss down his throat, across his collarbone, teeth grazing the skin she’d already marked with faint red blooms.

She rolled her hips harder—once, twice—deliberate, devastating circles that ground her clit against the thick ridge of his cock, making him buck up into her involuntarily, the sudden friction ripping gasps from both of them.

Her slick poured freely now—soaking through his pants in a dark, spreading stain, the wet heat of her cunt seeping through every layer until she could feel every vein, every throb, every pulse of him like he was already inside her.

She lifted her head—eyes dark and glittering like twin galaxies, lips swollen and shining with their shared spit.

"Tell me," she breathed, voice low and divine, "how badly you want to be inside me right now."

Phei’s voice came out ruined—cracked, reverent, barely human.

"More than I want the air I breathe, Goddess."

Her smile was slow. Dangerous. Divine.

"Good boy," she whispered—the words dripping like honeyed sin.

And kissed him again—like she intended to devour him whole.

Slowly.

Thoroughly.

Forever. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Her tongue claimed his mouth in languid, consuming strokes—deep, possessive, eternal—while her hips kept that torturous rhythm, grinding down in perfect circles that dragged her clit along his length, coating him in fresh waves of slick with every pass.

Each roll made her moan into him—soft, breathy, broken hymns—and each moan made him throb harder, made his hands flex on her ass, fingers sinking deeper into the perky flesh as he fought not to rip through their clothes and bury himself inside her right then.

She was feral grace incarnate—a goddess remembering her hunger, every movement elegant yet devastating, every kiss a sacrament, every grind a prayer. He was lost in her—cock aching, heart hammering, body trembling with the need to worship at her altar.

Neither could resist the other.