My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 515: With Her Young Dragon at Last (r-18)

Her fingers—elegant, manicured, always so perfectly controlled—curled into the front of his jeans with sudden, feral strength.

Fabric tore with a sharp, expensive rip as the fly gave way under her grip, buttons popping off like gunfire to ping against the dashboard and scatter across the leather seats.

She didn’t pause.

Her nails raked down, shredding the thick denim open wider until his boxers were exposed—already soaked dark from her earlier squirts and his leaking pre-cum, the fabric clinging transparently to the massive outline beneath.

“Stop wearing these when you’re coming to fuck me, My Young Dragon,” she hissed against his mouth, voice wrecked and reverent at once. “I hate barriers between us… nothing should ever keep your Goddess from your little dragon.”

One vicious yank and the boxers followed—cotton splitting down the front seam with a soft, obscene tear that echoed in the fogged confines of the car.

His cock surged free into the humid air: twelve brutal inches of thick, veined dragon, flushed an angry dark plum along the shaft, ridged with heavy, pulsing veins that stood out like twisted cords under the blue dashboard glow.

The fat, flared crown was swollen and glossy, the slit weeping steady ropes of pre-cum that strung down the underside in thick, glistening webs, dripping in slow, heavy drops onto his heavy balls and mixing with the creamy puddle of her release already soaking his lap and thighs.

She inhaled sharply—chest heaving, eyes widening, pupils blown black with raw, succubus hunger.

“I missed this,” she breathed, almost prayer-like, voice trembling with awe. “My little dragon… so fucking big… so thick… so perfect… look how it throbs for me… leaking like it remembers exactly how my pussy milks it dry…”

Her small hand wrapped around the base—fingers nowhere near meeting around the impossible girth—stroking once, reverently, feeling every thick vein jump and pulse under her palm like live wires.

Pre-cum oozed from the slit in fresh beads, coating her fingers in sticky warmth as she pumped slowly, worshipfully, watching it twitch and swell even harder in her grip.

Then she lifted herself higher on trembling thighs, knees braced wide on either side of his hips in the cramped driver’s seat, ruined dress still bunched uselessly around her waist like a belt of silk.

Her cunt hovered just above him—puffy outer lips parted wide and glistening, flushed deep crimson from earlier abuse; inner folds swollen and slick, flushed rose and visibly quivering; the tiny, fluttering entrance clenchingrhythmically

on nothing, weeping fresh slick that dripped in long, sticky strands straight onto his waiting crown, coating the flared head until it shone.

She aligned the blunt, leaking tip with her opening—fat crown kissing her swollen entrance, parting the glossy lips just enough to stretch them thin and shiny-red around the wide ridge.

The first contact made her clit throb visibly against his pubic bone; a fresh gush of cream leaked out, running down his shaft in warm rivulets.

“Give your goddess that fiery burning cock,” she whispered, voice cracking with desperate need. “Please… fill me… stretch me open… ruin this greedy cunt again… make me feel every fucking inch until I can’t breathe…”

She descended.

The flared crown forced her open in one slow, merciless stretch—her tight ring of muscle yielding with a wet, sucking pop as it swallowed the head whole.

Her walls fluttered violently around the intrusion of his huge cock she’d been waiting for desperately—hot, velvety spasms clinging desperately, trying to milk him even as the burn of the stretch bloomed deep in her core. Inch by brutal inch her small pussy devoured him—the Goddess’s outer lips stretched impossibly thin and glossy, turning almost translucent at the edges where the skin pulled taut over his girth; inner folds dragged outward in slick, clinging petals that gripped every throbbing vein like wet silk gloves.

Cream immediately frothed at the stretched entrance—thick white rings forming and bubbling where her cunt gripped him like a vise, oozing down his shaft in creamy rivulets.

Halfway down she screamed—high, shattered—back bowing violently, tits bouncing free and slapping together with wet smacks against her chest.

Her thighs quaked uncontrollably, inner muscles jumping and shivering against his sides; ass cheeks jiggling softly as she forced herself lower, the car rocking subtly with each inch claimed.

Phei’s hands clamped onto her narrow waist—fingers digging in hard enough to leave deep red imprints—holding her steady while she took the rest, his own body already trembling from the overwhelming heat enveloping him.

When the final thick inches slammed home with his balls smacking wetly against her soaked ass with a filthy slap in a brutal thrust—her cervix kissed the blunt tip with a deep, bruising thud that punched every nerve ending alight.

The air punched out of her in a silent, open-mouthed scream; no sound at first, just her throat working convulsively, eyes rolling back white, body spasming in full-body waves as the full twelve inches filled every single inch of space inside her her pussy with no room left, no air to breathe, just overwhelming, burning, exquisite fullness of his cock that pressed and stretched every sensitive ridge, every fluttering wall, until she felt split open and whole at the same time.

Phei hadn’t felt so much taken like this… only she could take all of him to the very end!

His veins throbbed inside her pussy making her nearly jump as the throb punched pleasure in her.

Her walls clamped down in brutal, rhythmic waves—sucking, fluttering, milking him so hard his whole body shook beneath her, hips jerking involuntarily upward, pleasure ripping through him like white-hot lightning.

Pre-cum leaked steadily from his slit deep inside her, mixing with her cream to form a slick, frothy mess that bubbled out around his base.

She’d swallowed him whole again. Only she could.

Only her perfect, greedy goddess pussy could take every brutal inch without mercy, without complaint—and he’d missed this exact feeling for weeks: the impossible tightness squeezing him like a fist, the molten velvet heat pulsing around him, the way her walls rippled and spasmed like they were trying to pull him deeper forever, to keep him buried until the end of time.

For a long moment neither moved—only the idling engine and their ragged breathing filled the car.

She simply rolled her hips—slow, filthy circles, not lifting, not pumping, just grinding down in tight, possessive swirls that made his cock stir and throb inside her overstuffed channel.

There was no room left to roll freely; her pussy was packed so full the slightest motion dragged every raised vein along her sensitive ridges, scraped the fat crown against her deepest walls, ground her swollen clit against his pubic bone in maddening friction.

Each tiny shift made her gush fresh cream that oozed out around his base in glossy rivulets, dripping down his balls, pooling on the leather seat beneath them in warm, sticky puddles.

Her arms wrapped around his neck—hugging so tight her nails scored red lines down his shoulders through his shirt—face buried against his throat as she moaned brokenly into his skin, lips trembling.

“My Young Dragon… only you… only you can fill me like this… stretch me until I’m shaking… only you can fuck me senseless… satiate this endless hunger… gods—Phei—I’ve been starving for you… for this cock owning every inch of me…”

She kissed him everywhere—frantic, worshipful—lips dragging across his jaw, his cheekbones, the corner of his mouth, his throat, his earlobe—sobbing his name between each wet, open-mouthed press while her hips kept rolling in slow, devastating figure-eights, each grind drawing fresh whimpers from her throat and making her cunt flutter harder around his buried length.

Phei groaned low—raw, possessive—hands sliding down to claim her perky, medium ass.

He squeezed hard—fingers sinking deep into the soft, jiggling flesh—then delivered light, sharp slaps that made her cheeks ripple and bounce against his thighs.

Each wet smack echoed in the confined space, drawing fresh cries from her and making her walls clamp down tighter, milking him in greedy spasms.

“Fuck—look at you,” he rasped, voice thick with reverence and filth. “My goddess… taking every inch like you were fucking made for it… this tight little cunt gripping me so perfect… so wet… squirt for me again soon—show me how much you missed your dragon stretching you wide…”

Her only answer was another rolling grind—deeper, harder this time—followed by a high, keening wail as fresh heat bloomed molten inside her, walls spasming in warning of the next orgasm already coiling tight.

The engine still idled low.

The dashboard lights still painted her trembling, sweat-slick body in electric blue.

And inside the car, the untouchable Ashford Madam was already falling again—completely, shamelessly, irrevocably—on the cock that owned her soul.