My Taboo Harem! Chapter 717: Emperor’s Anointing 2 (r-18)

Her lips parted before the final syllable had even finished leaving his mouth.

She leaned forward with shaless, depraved hunger, full heavy breasts breaking the surface of the water in a soft, obscene splash. The sudden shift in temperature made her nipples tighten instantly into stiff, aching peaks erects— flushed dark rose, hypersensitive, begging to be tornted, pinched, owned between his mouth and fingers.

Rivulets of warm water stread down the lush, heavy curves of her tits as she engulfed the broad, flushed head of his cock between her soft, eager lips. The taste of his cock exploded across her tongue: rose soap, clean skin, and beneath it all the raw, tallic-electric tang of power that made her moan like a whore in heat around his thickness.

Her tongue swirled greedily over the heavy crown, tracing every thick ridge, pressing shalessly into the leaking slit to coax out the first salty bead of precum, which she swallowed with open, sinful greed.

"Good girl."

The praise was like a detonation inside her like lightning made of pure lust.

Her cunt seized violently — not a re clench but a deep, brutal spasm that made her inner walls flutter and squeeze around nothing, hot arousal flooding out of her in thick, visible pulses that clouded the bathwater around her thighs.

Her clit throbbed angrily against empty air, her pussy pulsing in frantic, rhythmic waves as though her body had decided those two words from that particular mouth were sufficient stimulus for orgasm and was now rioting, demanding the rest of her nervous system cooperate or die trying.

Phei could see it all but he didn’t react or touch her.

She took his cock deeper into her mouth and her cheeks hollowed obscenely tight in the process, throat stretching and bulging visibly around the thick girth as she forced more of his cock past her gag reflex with wet, choking eagerness.

Thick strings of spit spilled from the corners of her stretched lips, drooling ssily down his veined shaft and dissolving into the steaming water.

One of her hands cradled his heavy, full balls, rolling and massaging them with reverent hunger; the other pumped the thick base where her little hungry mouth couldn’t reach... she did so in tight, twisting strokes that drew a low, predatory growl from deep in Phei’s chest.

Phei’s fingers slid into her pinned-up hair and settled there possessively, heavy and claiming. Not guiding — not yet — he was rely planting a flag in conquered territory. Cassiopeia’s eyes fluttered shut in pure, depraved bliss of being owned.

She could not lie to herself how much she liked it when he showed her he was in control.

The wet, filthy rhythm of her mouth worshipping him echoed obscenely against the marble walls while her heavy tits swayed and bounced with every eager bob of her head, water splashing gently around her stiff, aching nipples.

In one fluid, sovereign motion, Phei’s right arm lifted from the obsidian edge of the tub.

His fingers left her hair and began a slow, deliberate descent — along the delicate line of her jaw, down the elegant column of her throat where her pulse hamred wildly beneath his fingertips, over the slope of her shoulder and across her collarbone.

Where her touch had been worship, his was pure, arrogant ownership — every inch of skin he touched becoming his by divine right of contact.

Cassiopeia froze with his thick cock still buried deep in her mouth, throat visibly bulging around the invasion.

His hand continued its lazy, possessive journey on her naked body. He, eventually, found the upper swell of her right breast where it floated heavy and glistening above the water and traced the lush, perfect curve with feather-light fingers before his thumb brushed across her painfully sensitive nipple.

The sound she made around his cock was no longer human but a raw, broken, vibrating cry of pure need that travelled straight down his shaft.

He circled the stiff bud slowly, feeling it roll and throb under the pad of his thumb, feeling gooseflesh erupt violently across her flushed areola, feeling the full, heavy weight of her tit shift and jiggle as her back arched sharply, pushing more soft, trembling flesh into his hand.

Then he pinched but not gently and nor was he brutally. He applied the exact, calibrated pressure between ecstasy and tornt and he knew precisely how desperate and sensitive she was right now and had chosen, with perfect cruelty, to exploit it.

Cassiopeia’s mouth went slack around his throbbing cock. Her entire body locked rigid as a high, keening wail tore from her throat and vibrated wildly against him. Her hips jerked forward hard in the water, grinding her dripping, empty cunt against nothing at all, seeking any friction while her pussy spasd in frantic, starving waves.

She nearly ca right there... her toes curled and her legs shook uncontrollably.

Phei held the vicious little pinch for three long, rciless seconds, watching her co apart around his cock with dark satisfaction.

Then he released it.

He withdrew his hand with aristocratic calm, returned his arm to the obsidian lip of the tub, closed his eyes once more, and resud the leisurely act of receiving tribute.

She remained frozen for five full seconds with his thick cock still throbbing against her tongue, her abused nipple screaming, and her cunt clenching in desperate, humiliating rhythms that threatened to drive her clinically insane. Thick strings of saliva and precum dripped from her chin in ssy strands.

Then she swallowed hard, gathered the shattered fragnts of her composure like she was picking up the pieces of a priceless vase she had deliberately smashed, and pulled her mouth off his cock with a loud, wet, obscene pop.

A thick string of spit stretched from her ruined lips to the flushed, heavy head before it finally snapped.

She hovered there, breathing ragged, eyes glassy with lust, cheeks and chest flushed crimson all the way down to her heaving, water-slick tits.

Yet her hands — now visibly trembling with raw, sinful need — refilled with fresh lather and resud their work.

The devotional steadiness had shattered completely. The fiction that this was purely one-directional service had been obliterated.

Her fingers shook harder on every downstroke as they traced the sculpted ridges of his ribs, the sharp cuts of his obliques, the deep V of his hips, and the dark trail leading down into the water where his cock waited for her ruined mouth once more.