My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 831: Ten Thousand Years of Virtue, Ruined by One Dress (r-18)

But from the construction of the garment — if construction was even the appropriate word for something that appeared to have been designed by an individual whose concept of fabric conservation bordered on the pathological — the dress was everything.

It gave him a view of everything:

Just below her chest, the material parted in an aperture that left her breasts a single, solitary, gossamer-thin clasp away from spilling free...

...Above that, the neckline plunged to expose her cleavage so deep and so unambiguous that nearly half of each full, heavy breast was presented to the ambient air like an offering at an altar built specifically for the worship of her body.

The fabric itself was thin treacherously and punitively thin; and her nipples, erect and straining against the diaphanous material, punctured through the dress like two accusations levelled at the garment for daring to exist between them and his gaze.

The hemline — gods, the hemline — terminated at a latitude so scandalous that if she lifted one leg even marginally, her bare, pantless pussy would be exposed to him without intermediary.

And from behind, the dress had simply... abdicated its responsibilities entirely, the perfect, heart-shaped curve of her heavy ass presented to whichever vantage point he cared to occupy should he choose to circumnavigate her.

’Bitch,’ Consort thought. ’I am becoming a bitch just to please him. What is wrong with me.’

She shook her head, but it was a small, private, furious gesture as she reprimanded herself for a transgression she couldn’t undo because she was currently wearing the transgression itself.

Was something about him compelling her? Was it some element of his draconic constitution that exerted a gravitational pull on the women in his proximity, warping their judgment while eroding their principles, rewriting their neurochemistry until beings who had maintained ten thousand years of immaculate self-governance found themselves purchasing sinful dresses and neglecting to wear undergarments?

’That better be the explanation.’

Because this wasn’t like her at all... and this was the last time she was subjecting herself to this degradation;

The absolute, irrevocable, non-negotiable last time she was—

By the time her resolve had been reconstituted, Phei had already risen from the couch and was tucking the small gift away with the deft with his unhurried hands as he decided to accept a thing and intended to do so without ceremony.

"Tell One Above I said thank you."

She nodded. A curt of a mechanical inclination of her head in a minimum viable acknowledgment permissible between a messenger and the recipient of the message.

She prepared to dissipate and dissolve into the darkness, to unmake her presence in this penthouse, retreating to whatever shadow would have her and process the catastrophic humiliation of having worn this dress for a man who had not looked at her once.

"Consort."

Consort stopped dead.

His voice had changed but not in volume, but in texture:

Something in the weave of his voice had shifted — the flat hostility was replaced by something she couldn’t immediately taxonomise, something that made the fine hairs on the back of her neck rise and her pulse execute a maneuver her cardiovascular system had not authorized.

He did not stop there... Phei was walking toward her with the unhurried, deliberate gait, closing the distance between himself and something he had decided to touch — and Consort, who had not retreated from anything in ten thousand years, found her feet rooted to the marble beneath her as though the floor itself had conspired with the dragon to keep her in place.

Phei stopped in front of her.

’Close. Too close.’ She cried in her mind.

Phei was close enough that she had to tilt her head upward to meet his gaze — her shot diminutive stature forcing her chin to rise, her neck to extend and her eyes to travel the long, devastating vertical distance from his chest to his jaw to those amethyst eyes of his that were now, for the first time this evening, looking directly at her.

’Fuck. I wanted him to look at me like this... now he’s doing it... I am... I am...’

She could feel herself getting really wet.

A sudden, involuntary, traitorous flood of warmth was leaking between her thighs, that had nothing to do with ambient temperature and everything to do with the fact that being looked down at by someone this tall — by him, by this specific towering configuration of muscle and malice and supernatural magnetism — was producing physiological responses she had not experienced in ten millennia of existence and could not, for the love of every deity she had ever served, suppress.

Since when did being gazed down upon by someone taller make her wet instead of making her reach for her sword?

Where was her sword—

Phei took her hand:

The contact detonated through her nervous system like a depth charge dropped into the Mariana Trench of her composure. His fingers closed around hers — warm, large, encompassing her small hand entirely — and he pulled her closer.

She came to him with no effort whatsoever; no resistance or friction as though the distance between them was not space but permission and the permission had just been granted.

Consort fell into his chest with a yelp — a sound so undignified, so catastrophically girlish, that ten thousand years of accumulated martial gravitas evaporated in the single syllable — while other hand found her back.

Goddess Fall Touch.

The touch threaded through the thin fabric of her dress — through the diaphanous, treacherous, barely-existent barrier she had chosen specifically because it concealed nothing — and reached her skin detonating pleasure she always imagined him making her feel while she touched herself.

"Mmmh—!"

A moan escaped Consort’s cherry lips before she could incinerate it.

It was low, involuntary, wrenched from somewhere behind her sternum that she had not known contained the capacity for such sounds.

Her body arched into his palm. while her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.

Phei felt her thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to contain the slick, molten heat that was now flooding her with the urgent, undeniable insistence of a body that had waited ten thousand years and hd touched herself for days imagining this specific contact and was not interested in her opinion on the matter.

Her bare, pantless cunt throbbed visibly against the scandalously short hem, already slick and swollen, the evidence of her desperate, pathetic arousal threatening to drip down her inner thighs if she so much as shifted.

’Gods, I can never resist a virgin!’ And this one was a ten thousand years old virgin.

His first hand released her and found her waist; Phei pulled her closer — impossibly closer, until soft short her body was pressed flush against his and she could feel the hard, thick length of his giant dragonic cock pressing insistently against her stomach through the combined inadequacy of both their garments.

Phei’s other hand ascended — from her back to the nape of her neck — and paused there; then his thumb traced the line of her jaw before he tilted her face upward.

"This dress," he murmured, his eyes traveling the length of her with the unhurried, proprietary hunger, Phei had finally permitted himself to look and intended to be thorough about it.

"You wore this for me."

It was not a question, really, and she knew it.

"You’re so fucking beautiful, Consort. You have no idea." His voice dropped — quieter, rawer, stripped of the sardonic armour he wore for every other interaction they’d ever had. "I could relinquish an entire world just to hold you like this for a single day."

Consort’s heart stopped; it restarted and it stopped again.

The organ had apparently decided that consistent rhythm was no longer a priority and was now operating on a freelance basis.

His hand continued upward — to the crown of her head — and he lowered his face into her short pink hair...

...And inhaled.

...A deep, slow, deliberate inhalation as if he had found something intoxicating and intended to memorize its composition at the molecular level.

Phei groaned in a low visceral sound as if his olfactory system had just been given something it did not intend to relinquish.

"You smell so intoxicating."

Well... Phei was, in a way, was articulating her own thoughts — because this close, with her nose pressed against the warm terrain just below his chest, Consort had already abandoned every remaining filament of self-respect and inhaled his scent in a long, shameless, unforgivable inhalation that filled her lungs with the scent of him — the dark, warm, layered with something elemental and something that made the space between her thighs pulse with a need so acute it bordered on the devotional.

Her bare pussy clenched visibly, a fresh bead of arousal slipping free to trace a slow, sinful path down the inside of her thigh.

The scent she took in was so intoxicating, yet he had the audacity to say hers was—

Phei’s lips met the nape of her neck...

...and kissed it:

Softly, once in a single, closed-mouth press of warmth against the most vulnerable junction of her spine — the place where, in another context, a blade would have ended her:

Where no one had ever been permitted to touch and her skin was thin and the nerve endings were dense and the sensation of his mouth landing there detonated through her body with the force of something that could not be survived and could not be refused and could not—

...In his arms, nothing remained.

Consort vanished...

Instantaneously without transition or trace — one heartbeat she was there, warm and trembling and pressed against his chest, her soaked cunt throbbing against him and her nipples aching against the thin fabric, and the next she was simply gone.

She had dissolved into the darkness from which she had arrived, leaving behind nothing except the fading impression of warmth against his shirt and the ghost of her scent still lingering in his next breath.

The penthouse was silent.

Phei stood alone in the dimness.

His arms were still positioned where she had been.

He lowered them. Slowly.

And smiled.

[Ding! Mission Completed]