My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 480: Devotion: Aunt’s Answered Prayers!

Cassiopeia braced both hands flat against the window above his head—palms splayed wide, arms trembling violently, heavy tits still mashed and dragging across the chilled pane with every ragged, sobbing breath.

Her nipples—dark-red, swollen to bursting—scraped raw trails against the cold glass, sending sharp jolts straight to her clit. Her thighs quaked around his ears; slick dripped steadily from her puffy outer lips, landing warm and wet on his tongue, his lips, his chin in slow, obscene drops.

He inhaled her pussy again but deeper this time than the last, shameless—nose pressing right into the slick crease beside her slit.

Her scent flooded him with a raw, musky-sweet goddess cunt, metallic-sharp with arousal, thickened by hours of teasing, denial, and the Goddess Fall still burning under her skin.

A low, animal growl rumbled from his chest straight into her flesh, vibrating through her clit and making her inner walls flutter on nothing.

Fuck... Phei’s so manly... I want—I want more!

Then he devoured her pussy like he’d just heard her thoughts.

His mouth sealed over her entire pussy mound—all the entire fat pussy—in one slow, claiming suck—lips enveloping her swollen outer lips completely, tongue flattening broad and hot against her fluttering entrance from within his mouth without pulling away.

He dragged his tongue upward in one long, obscene lick without pulling his mouth from her pussy he’d enveloped entirely—from the tight, puckered ring of her asshole all the way to the throbbing underside of her engorged fat clit—collecting every thick drop of her arousal on the flat of his tongue.

The taste exploded in his mouth, a salty-sweet nectar, addictive, pure taboo cunt of his aunt, so potent his cock throbbed painfully against his trousers, leaking fresh ropes of pre-cum that soaked the fabric dark and sticky.

Cassiopeia cried out—sharp, high, voice cracking on the first real edge of surrender. "Phei—fuck—your mouth—oh gods—"

Her hips jerked forward hard, grinding her dripping folds against his mouth, smearing slick across his cheeks, nose, chin in glossy streaks.

He didn’t pause.

Tongue plunged into her entrance in a single spear thrust—thick, insistent, curling deep to scoop out more of her thick cream, fucking her shallowly with wet, filthy thrusts. Schlick-schlick-schlick echoed obscenely; her walls fluttered and clenched around his invading tongue like starving velvet fists, trying to pull him deeper, milking every stroke.

Slick poured in viscous, clear, endless, he swallowed some, some coating his chin in shining rivulets but most was dripping down his throat in hot swallows, soaking his collar until it clung wetly to his skin.

He pulled back just enough to speak—lips brushing her puffy, parted lips, breath scorching hot against her throbbing clit. "Look at this greedy cunt... dripping for me like it’s starving... so fucking wet, aunt... all this cream just for your nephew’s tongue."

Then he dove back in like a starved nephew he’d once lusted her, found her attractive but gave up after knowing just how creul she was.

But here he was, with her with his hips capturing her clit—engorged, pulsing pearl, fat and dark-red—and he sucked hard.

Tongue flicked rapid, merciless circles over the hood, then flattened to lap broad and slow across the sensitive bundle, then pointed to stab directly at the swollen nub beneath in quick, stabbing licks.

Every flick made her thighs quake violently around his head, ass cheeks clenching and rippling against the glass; every deep suck drew a broken, sobbing moan from her throat that fogged the window thicker.

"Oh gods—yes—right there—fuck—don’t stop—suck my clit—please—harder—" Her voice fractured into continuous wails, hips rolling in frantic circles, grinding her cunt against his mouth so her swollen lips dragged across his tongue, clit throbbing and pulsing against his suction.

His hands roamed—never still.

One palm slid up her quivering stomach—fingers splaying wide over the soft, trembling plane—then higher to cup one heavy breast, thumb circling the raw nipple before pinching hard enough to make her back bow violently, tits scraping the glass in red, dragging trails.

The other hand gripped her ass cheek—kneading deep, spreading her wider—thumb tracing the slick-coated rim of her asshole with light, teasing pressure, circling the tight pink ring in slow, deliberate strokes, pressing just enough to make it wink and flutter open greedily without breaching.

Cassiopeia wailed—loud, continuous, voice raw and wrecked—back arching so hard her spine bowed off the glass, ass cheeks jiggling and bouncing with every desperate grind against his face.

Her cunt clenched brutally—walls spasming around his thrusting tongue—then fluttered open in helpless surrender.

A forceful squirt jetted straight into his open mouth—hot, messy arcs soaking his tongue, splashing his cheeks, dripping down his jaw in thick rivulets.

He drank every drop without any spill—his lips sealed tight, tongue lashing her clit through the convulsions—growling low into her pussy like a man tasting salvation.

But he wanted more of her clit—needed her to shatter from it. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

He shifted focus: lips sealed around the swollen pearl again, sucking with pulsing rhythm—hard pull, slow release, hard pull—while his tongue flicked side-to-side in rapid, feather-light strokes directly over the exposed tip.

At the same time, two fingers of his free hand slid down—index and middle sliding along her slick inner lips, parting them wider to expose her clit completely to his mouth.

He pinched the fat hood gently between thumb and forefinger, pulling it back to bare the hypersensitive nub fully, then dragged his tongue in slow, deliberate circles around the naked pearl—clockwise, then counter—each lap making her hips buck violently, ass rippling against the glass.

"Fuck—Phei—my clit—playing with my clit—yes—pinch it—suck it—make me squirt again—please—gods—yes—"

Her screams escalated, thighs spasming around his ears, cunt gushing fresh cream that frothed white at her entrance and dripped in thick strands down his chin.

He gave it to, she deserved a single prayer to be answered—thumb and forefinger rolling her clit hood in slow, possessive circles, tugging lightly to stretch the sensitive skin, exposing more of the throbbing nub to his tongue’s relentless assault.

He alternated on her pussy with rapid flicks, broad flat laps, pointed stabs, then deep, hollow-cheeked sucks that hollowed his face and pulled the pearl deeper into his mouth.

Every motion made her clit pulse visibly—swelling darker, harder—while her inner walls fluttered and clenched on his thrusting tongue, slick pouring in viscous waves that soaked his face, neck, chest.

Second orgasm crashed—ninety seconds after the first—her cunt clamping brutally, squirting in powerful, arcing jets that splashed his forehead, soaked his hair, dripped down his temples in hot rivers.

He kept playing her clit through it without giving her rest or let her free from pleasure—fingers rolling the hood, tongue flicking mercilessly—drawing the climax longer, forcing her body to ride wave after wave.

"Coming—coming on your tongue—squirting—all over your face—Phei—fuck—don’t stop playing my clit—please—ruin it—claim it—yes—yes—"

An orgasm finally ripped through her—harder, messier—cunt spasming in rhythmic, milking waves around his tongue, clit throbbing wildly against his sucking lips, squirting in forceful arcs that soaked his shirt to transparency, puddling on the floor in a wide, reflective lake.

Her ass jiggled wildly with every convulsion; thighs shook so hard she nearly collapsed, only the glass and his grip holding her upright.

He pulled her down fully—seated her dripping, spasming pussy right on his face—nose buried in her throbbing clit, tongue still thrusting deep, lips sucking her swollen folds, drinking every gush.

His fingers never left her clit: rolling, pinching, tugging the hood in slow circles, then flicking the bare nub in rapid strokes that matched his tongue’s rhythm inside her.

Fourth orgasm shattered her—back-to-back—cunt clamping brutally, walls convulsing in helpless waves, squirting harder, messier, hot jets soaking his face, neck, chest, dripping in thick, glossy rivers down his abs.

"Phei—mine—yours—coming—squirting—all over your face—playing my clit—fuck—yes—more—eat your goddess—claim this cunt—please—please—please—"

He kept devouring—relentless—through the aftershocks, tongue curling against her inner ridges, dragging slow on every withdrawal to scoop frothing cream, plunging back in with filthy schlick-schlick sounds, fingers never stopping their obsessive play on her clit—rolling, flicking, pinching, tugging—until her body was a trembling, sobbing, dripping mess braced against the window.

Her cunt swollen dark-pink and gaping slightly from his tongue’s relentless fucking, inner lips flushed and parted obscenely, clit throbbing visibly like a second heartbeat—fat, dark-red, hypersensitive from his fingers and mouth—thick cream strings stretching from her entrance to his chin, slick and spit coating her thighs, his face, the floor in a glossy, obscene mirror of her surrender.

Only then did he pull back—just enough to rasp against her dripping, fluttering lips, voice thick and reverent:

"Aunt... look how beautifully you come for me... look how this perfect cunt squirts and gapes just from my tongue and fingers on your clit."

He kissed her clit once—soft, reverent, lingering suck that made her hips jerk and another tiny squirt jet against his lips—then rose slowly behind her, cock straining painfully against his trousers, thick ropes of pre-cum leaking in heavy beads that soaked the front dark and sticky, ready to finally claim what had been teased and worshipped for so long.

She was already shaking—thighs quaking, breath fogging the glass in continuous clouds, body arched and presented, completely disarmed, completely his.

And he hadn’t even entered her yet.