My Taboo Harem!

Phei watched the sleek black sedan glide away down the boulevard, Catherine’s driving as precise and unhurried as always. Through the tinted rear window Madam Ashford’s silhouette lingered for one last heartbeat before the car vanished around the corner, swallowed by the golden morning traffic of Paradise.

He stood alone on the pristine sidewalk outside Sovereign Tower, hands buried in his pockets, early sunlight carving long shadows across the marble. 7:03 a.m. and his devastating godly beauty.

He could almost feel the soft, heavy hum of his women still sleeping from even down here—wrapped in tangled silk sheets, limbs heavy, dreams slow and sweet after a night that had bled far past midnight.

They’d need at least another hour, maybe two, before they stirred enough to get ready for what he had planned.

His phone buzzed once, sharp and quiet.

Emily: At the airport. Everything’s locked in. Just waiting on you.

A slow smile curved his mouth. His shadow assistant, already three steps ahead, running checklists with the cold efficiency that made her indispensable. She’d been awake since before dawn, no doubt—coffee black, eyes sharper than knives, making sure every piece sat exactly where it belonged.

All he had left was to collect Amber from her house, wait for the others to wake and dress, then move.

But right now the clock was empty.

Eira materialized beside him in a shimmer of frost and starlight, crystalline wings folded tight against her back, catching the morning sun in prismatic shards.

“Is Elena awake?” he asked. “Or Yuki?”

Eira tilted her head, eyes going distant as she brushed invisible threads of connection. “Yuki is wide awake,” she answered. “Already in front of her mirror for the last hour, trying on outfits and discarding them like they personally offended her. The poor thing has no idea where you’re taking her and it’s slowly driving her mad.”

Phei’s grin sharpened.

He could imagine it too clearly: Yuki standing in soft lamplight, that tight little body bare except for whatever scrap of lace or silk she’d just pulled on, only to peel it off again seconds later. Smooth skin flushed from frustration and anticipation, curves she usually kept hidden beneath modest layers now on full display in the privacy of her bedroom. Wondering which outfit would finally make him look at her the way she craved.

Wondering which one would make his gaze linger longest on the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips.

Right now, she was probably wearing something barely-there—black lace thong cutting high on her medium ass, matching bralette that did nothing to hide how hard her nipples were from the cool air and her own nervous excitement.

“And Elena?” he asked.

“Still sleeping. Deeply. She exhausted herself yesterday. Her body is demanding repayment—won’t surface for at least another few hours.”

He nodded once.

He’d invited Yuki Tanaka along with Amber. Most Legacy heirs and princesses would be leaving Paradise in the next day or two anyways—family jets, the annual exodus that emptied the city whenever the Academy shuttered for extended break.

So why not pull Yuki into his orbit a little earlier? Amber too. Neither of them belonged to his inner circle fully.

Yet.

“Can you drop me there?” he asked. “Soon?”

Eira’s gaze swept the quiet streets, the pale morning light, the relative emptiness of Paradise at this hour. “Since it’s still early, yes. Minimal risk.”

He exhaled through his nose.

But his mind had already drifted to the other one. The one still lost in sleep. Tangled in sheets that had ridden up during the night, clinging to the thick swell of her thighs, twisting around the soft dip of her waist, barely covering the generous curves he’d spent the previous day memorizing with his hands.

He wondered how she looked right now—vulnerable, unguarded, that razor-sharp tongue finally quiet, that defiant spark softened into something warm and pliant. Heavy tits rising and falling with each slow breath, nipples dark against pale skin, thighs slightly parted in careless abandon, the soft folds of her pussy peeking out, untouched and perfect in the morning light.

His cock gave a lazy, interested throb behind his zipper.

Soon.

“Take me.”

The void opened beneath his feet like a trapdoor made of night.

He dropped.

The portal spat him out in the center of her bedroom.

“Really?” Eira’s voice was dry as old parchment. “You spent the entire night buried to the hilt in her mother and now you’re here?”

Phei ignored her.

Because there she was.

Elena slept on her stomach, face turned to the side, full lips parted on slow, even breaths. The sheets had betrayed her sometime in the night—bunched and twisted across her shoulder blades, leaving everything below completely bare.

His breath snagged in his throat.

Her ass was obscene perfection. Two lush globes of pale flesh that rose high and proud even in sleep, the deep cleft between them shadowed and inviting. The kind of ass that could start wars—round, firm yet soft enough to dimple under a hard grip, begging to be spread, slapped, worshipped until she woke up crying his name.

Her thighs—full, plush, slightly parted in the innocence of deep sleep—framed the view like they’d been arranged by a painter with depraved taste. Between them, nestled in that warm shadowed valley, her pussy rested open and perfect: outer lips plump and softly pink, inner folds darker rose, clit hood peeking shyly at the top, the tiny entrance glistening with the faint remnants of her own arousal even in sleep.

Has she had a wet dream or something? He wondered.

Her heavy breasts spilled to the sides against the mattress, nipples dark and stiff from the cool air, areolas puckered tight. One arm was tucked under her cheek; the other stretched languidly across the sheets.

Midnight hair fanned across the pillow in wild waves, a few strands clinging to the damp curve of her neck.

She had no idea he was here as she’d requested him to be if he wanted her to come with him when he invited her yesterday.

This had been her demand. To visit her before she woke up.

No idea she was displayed like a banquet for a man who hadn’t eaten nearly enough.

Phei kicked off his shoes.

“Oh~ we’re undressing now,” Eira muttered. “Marvelous. This is going splendidly.”

He peeled his shirt over his head and let it drop. Pants followed, boxers last—cock already thick and half-hard, veins pulsing along the shaft as he climbed onto the mattress.

“Mother and daughter in the same twelve hours,” Eira continued, arms crossed, crystalline form radiating judgment. “You’re setting new records for depravity.”

“I’m cuddling, and I should let you know she asked me for this.” Phei defended himself quietly, sliding beneath the sheets.

He drew the covers up over that magnificent ass, that tempting pussy, shielding what was his from the morning chill.

Then he pressed himself along her back—bare skin to bare skin—arm draping across her waist, hand splaying possessively over the soft curve of her belly. His cock nestled hot and heavy against the cleft of her ass, the thick shaft settling naturally into the warm valley between those plush cheeks.

His face found the sensitive hollow beneath her ear, inhaling the sweet, sleepy scent of her skin—jasmine, salt, and the faint musk of last night still clinging to her.

Elena stirred—barely.

A soft, subconscious murmur slipped from her lips. Her body reacted on instinct: hips shifting backward, ass pressing into his groin, thighs parting just enough to let his cock slide lower, nestling against the warm, plush lips of her pussy.1

Her heavy breasts flattened further into the mattress, nipples scraping silk as she molded herself to him without waking—back arching slightly, seeking his heat, his hardness, the safety of his arms even in dreams.

He smiled against her nape, lips brushing the delicate skin there.

He had time.

It was @ThePhoenix94 who help me collect the subconscious and unconscious mistake. Thank you.