My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 491: Aunt’s Only Breakfast (r-18)

Breakfast wrapped in the easy rhythm of clinking plates and soft laughter—Valentina’s dry quips cutting through the air like sharpened silk, Maya’s quiet giggles bubbling up like spring water, the occasional low hum from Phei as he watched them both move around the kitchen island like they belonged there, like the space itself had been waiting for them to fill it.

Maya and Valentina rose together to clear the table—sleeves rolled to their elbows, hair tied back in loose knots, domestic in a way that made Phei’s chest tighten with something warm and possessive.

The sight of them side by side—Valentina’s tall, dark elegance and Maya’s small, silver radiance—felt like home in a way he hadn’t known he was missing.

Cassiopeia stood last.

She smoothed the hem of her dress—short, black, clinging like liquid sin—and fixed her eyes on Phei.

"I’d like to talk to you," she said. Voice low. Velvet over steel.

Phei met her gaze—calm, amused—and nodded once.

They rose together.

She took the lead up the stairs.

Of course she did.

The dress she was wearing was barely there—hem skimming the tops of her thighs, fabric so thin it shifted with every step, outlining the perfect heart-shaped cheeks of her supple ass in obscene detail.

No panty lines. She was wearing nothing.

Just smooth, bare skin flashing in teasing glimpses of her ass as she climbed and the naked fact that her pussy lips were bare for his to take right here if he decided—each supple cheek flexing and jiggling softly with every upward step, the shadowed cleft between them winking into view whenever she lifted the front hem daintily with two fingers, as though the dress were scandalously long and she might trip on it.

Shameless.

Utterly, gloriously shameless. Phei followed two steps behind—eyes locked on the hypnotic sway of her hips, the way each plump globes bounced and rippled under the clinging black silk... she lifted the dress higher, baring the deep cleft parting just enough to hint at the tight pink ring of her asshole and the glistening, swollen lips of her bare cunt peeking below.

Slick already coated her inner thighs in glossy rivulets—thick, clear strands stretching and snapping with every step, dripping down in slow, warm trails that caught the hallway light and shimmered.

I Can’t Argue With that Ass, he thought, shaking his head once, small smile tugging his lips as his cock thickened painfully behind his jeans.

Cassiopeia didn’t care who watched. Didn’t care if Maya or Valentina glanced up from the kitchen and saw her shameless display.

Her shamelessness had long since burned past the point of needing anyone’s approval or judgment.

The only validation she craved now was his: the heat in his stare, the way his cock jumped visibly against denim at the sight of her, the certainty that he was already imagining pinning her down, spreading those perfect cheeks wide, and fucking her dripping cunt until she screamed his name and squirted in helpless arcs across the sheets.

She wanted him to look at her ass and think: Yes. I would love to fuck that ass. I would love to spread it open, lick that tight little hole until it winks and flutters, then bury every thick inch in your greedy cunt while those cheeks bounce and jiggle around my hips.

And right now—right this second—she was getting exactly the reaction she wanted from him.

They reached the second floor.

She led him straight into the guest bedroom—her temporary domain—hips rolling with deliberate invitation, ass cheeks flexing and jiggling with every step until the door clicked shut behind them with a soft, final sound.

She spun—fast—slammed him back against the wood with surprising strength, palms flat on his chest, body pressing flush to his until her heavy breasts crushed against him and her bare cunt ground hot and slick against the thick ridge of his cock through denim.

Then she kissed him.

Hard.

Hungry.

Open-mouthed and filthy—tongue sliding against his immediately, claiming, tasting the faint remnants of coffee and the sweetness of the fruit she’d fed him at breakfast.

Her teeth grazed his lower lip, nipping sharp enough to sting; her hips rocked forward once, grinding the scorching heat of her bare cunt against the hard, veined length of him, slick smearing glossy streaks across the front of his jeans.

Phei groaned into her mouth—low, rough, guttural—hands snapping to her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh hard enough to bruise.

He didn’t push her away.

He pulled her closer.

One palm slid down—cupped the full, plush supple cheek of her ass—squeezed hard enough to make the supple flesh firm between his fingers, the soft globe jiggling and rippling under his grip.

The other tangled in her dark hair at the nape, fisting tight, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss until their tongues slid wet and filthy together, tasting, claiming, devouring.

She moaned a vibrating sound against his tongue while her hips rolled again, slick already coating the inside of her thighs in thick, glossy rivulets, smearing wetly against the front of his jeans in obscene streaks.

Her swollen outer lips parted around the thick ridge of his cock through fabric, clit throbbing hard against the rough denim, dragging slow circles that made fresh cream froth at her entrance and drip in warm strings down her inner thighs.

When she finally pulled back—just enough to speak—her lips were swollen, dark-red and glistening, eyes black and glittering with raw hunger.

"You left me dripping and aching last night," she rasped, voice wrecked with want, accent thick and smoky. "Walked away like I was nothing. Left my ready cunt empty and throbbing, leaking all over the sheets while I waited like a good little slut for you. Do you know how ready I am to give myself to you even for a day in one of these days?"

Phei’s smile was slow. Dangerous. Filthy.

"You waited like a good girl," he growled, voice gravel and possession.

His hand on her ass squeezed harder—lifting, spreading—thumb tracing the slick-coated crease between her cheeks until it brushed the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.

He circled it once—slow, deliberate—light pressure that made it wink and flutter greedily. "Look how wet you still are, aunt. Dripping down your thighs just from climbing stairs in front of me. Such a shameless fucking aunt."

Her breath hitched—sharp, needy—hips bucking forward to grind harder against his cock, cunt leaving glossy, creamy streaks across denim, clit throbbing visibly against the thick ridge.

"I’m not a good girl," she whispered, voice breaking on a moan as his thumb pressed firmer against her asshole—still not entering, just teasing the tight ring until it clenched and fluttered in helpless rhythm with her dripping cunt.

"I’m your shameless fucking aunt. And I want you to ruin me for it."

Phei’s growl was low and animal manly—vibrating through her chest where her tits crushed against him letting her know how much she belonged to him.

"Then spread yourself wider, aunt," he rasped, free hand sliding between them to cup her soaked mound—middle finger pressing flat against her swollen clit without rubbing, just pinning it there with unyielding pressure.

"Show me that dripping cunt, Cassiopeia . Show me how badly you need my cock stretching you open, splitting those pretty pink lips wide, filling you until you’re gaping and squirting and screaming only my name for the whole house to hear."

Cassiopeia shuddered—full-body—cunt clenching hard against his unmoving palm, fresh slick gushing over his fingers in hot, messy pulses.

Her own body betrayed her and yielded to the command instantly, thighs trembling, hips tilting back like an offering, every inch of her responding to the raw command in his voice.

It knew who it belonged to.

She stepped back—just enough—turned—bent at the waist—palms flat on the bed, ass thrust high and shameless toward him.

The short black dress rode up instantly—fabric bunching at her waist—baring everything: perfect heart-shaped cheeks spread wide, tight pink asshole winking in the morning light, swollen cunt lips parted and dark-pink, inner folds flushed and creamy, clit throbbing visibly, thick strands of slick stretching from her entrance to her inner thighs in glossy webs.

She looked back over her shoulder—eyes black, glittering, voice wrecked.

"Ruin me, Phei. Claim every inch of my dripping holes until I’m yours—completely, irreversibly yours."

Phei’s control snapped.

He stepped forward—hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise—cock straining painfully against denim, thick and veined.

He spread her ass cheeks—palms spreading her cheeks wide—thumbs hooking her outer lips and peeling them apart until her inner folds gaped open, pink and glistening, clit throbbing, entrance fluttering on nothing.

"That’s it, my good little aunt," he growled low, voice dripping with dark possession. "Look at this cunt—already weeping for its owner. This pussy will belong to me now.

"Every flutter, every gush, every squirt is mine. I will own the way your walls are going to milk my cock until you forget you were ever anything but my personal fucktoy."

Cassiopeia whimpered—her body yielding completely, back arching deeper, ass pushing back into his hands, cunt clenching visibly around nothing as fresh slick drooled out in thick, glossy strands that dripped straight to the floor.

Phei’s fingers tightened on her hips, digging in possessively.

He leaned in, hot breath ghosting over her exposed holes. "Keep that ass spread and that cunt presented. If you want my dragon split, you open. I want to watch those pretty lips stretch thin and red around every inch of what owns them."

Her thighs shook harder, asshole winking, cunt fluttering and leaking in helpless response—her entire body surrendering, yielding, belonging to the man who had just claimed it with nothing but words and hands.