My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 784: Eira’s Pleasure (r-18)

He smiled, right now she sounded and felt more and more like an immortal that she was, just like the day he got her. he teased more at her as crack with his other hand and then pulled back quickly.

Eira thighs parted wider of their own hungry-inviting accord; her knees trembled violently as the glistening petals of her sex bloomed open like a desperate, needy flower offered to unholy sight as the moonlight shone on her leaking pussy.

"Mhhmm~"

Her wings quivered violently and scattered faint sparks of iridescent dust that smelled of ozone, starlit sin, and the hot, dripping essence of fairy cunt.

Eira’s hips surrendered in a single, shameless roll — forward, then back — as the proud column of her tiny perfect spine dissolved into a liquid wave of profane offering. The motion was obscenely wanton, her minuscule body arched and presented her soaked pussy more openly, more lewdly, to the divine hand that now owned her.

"...Master."

"Mmm?" His voice was low, dark velvet, laced with infinite amusement and cruel patience.

"Master, this... this is... unbecoming of one such as I," she finally managed, her voice still threaded with ancient dignity even as it wavered like starlight on turbulent waters.

"Mmm?"

His other hand found the front of her, and the universe narrowed to the slow, sacrilegious drag of his two knuckles gliding shamelessly upward. Every millimeter ignited like starfire on her skin making her bring out moans and pleasure sounds as his Goddess Fall Touch did numbers on her.

He glided past the delicate hollow of her belly, where the fine muscles fluttered and clenched; upward until they reached the full, aching swell of her breasts.

There, with the lazy cruelty as tough Phei had all eternity to edge and ruin what he had claimed, he traced the lush, sensitive underside of her left breast before suddenly cupping and lifting the soft mound.

Her breast filled his palm with exquisite, paradoxical perfection — cool as void-kissed-ice yet burning with feverish, molten lust, the luminous flesh yielding like chilled satin stretched over firm, resilient warmth.

Eira’s big breast was exquisitely supple — a perfect, yielding paradox of cool void-ice firmness and lust-softened plushness that molded so beautifully to his greedy palm.

The luminous flesh gave way with silken, almost liquid resilience beneath every rhythmic squeeze, bouncing back with a teasing, springy fullness that made his fingers sink deeper into its chilled, heaving perfection while her inner heat throbbed hotter against his skin.

’So supple... so maddeningly, fuckably supple.’

Yet its surface was impossibly smooth, almost slippery beneath his heated fingers, carved from living moonlight and star-forged frost, yet every rhythmic squeeze made the cool globe flush hotter, the void-ice nature of her elemental body sending delicious icytingles racing across his skin while her rising lust transformed it into a throbbing, needy weight that overflowed slightly between his strong fingers.

"Nngh... haaah—!"

Phei then squeezed the plush mound of her boobie with deliberate, possessive hunger, kneading its dense, yielding softness in slow, rhythmic pulses, feeling the resilient flesh mold and bounce back against his palm with every greedy compression.

His thumb and forefinger rolled her stiff, rose-petal nipple with expert, tormenting precision — pinching, tugging, and twisting just hard enough to dance on the razor edge between pleasure and pain.

"Mmmhh... ahh—!" A helpless, melodic moan spilled from Eira’s lips, high and trembling.

The contrast was devastating: her icy elemental skin prickled with frost-kissed sensitivity against his scorching palm, while deep beneath the cool surface, lust had turned her breast into a molten, aching furnace — the nipple throbbing like a diamond-hard ember, pulsing visibly with every roll and pinch as fresh, glittering beads of fairy dust sparkled across the luminous, heaving curve.

"Ahhn...! Mmmph—!" Another broken, slutty moan tore free from her throat as her back arched sharply, pushing the sensitive mound harder into his grip, her entire diminutive body quivering with overwhelming sensation.

"... Ahh—!"

She cried out — a shattered, high-pitched, slutty keen that fractured the air like a fallen constellation. Her iridescent wings beat urgently, scattering explosive clouds of starlit fairy dust. Her tiny body arched violently.

Phei leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over her ear.

"Feel that, little star? Your proud immortal cunt is already weeping for me... dripping like a desperate mortal whore who’s never been properly touched. What did you say in the start again?"

She couldn’t answer.

’How can she.’

His fingers continued their work and found the other stiff, aching pebble of her nipple.

He brushed it.

Just once.

"Hmmmhhh~"

The contact detonated through her like celestial lightning. A wet, choked, helpless sob-moan ripped from her lips.

Her cunt bloomed violently, weeping profusely with hot, slippery, glowing nectar that shimmered like liquid starlight and soaked through the gauze in heavy, visible rivulets. Thick pearls of her juices rolled down her trembling thighs and pooled warmly beneath her in a growing, magical puddle.

"Master —" she gasped, clinging to the last fragments of her celestial poise, "what sorcery is this — what are you awakening within me — Master —"

He offered no answer, only merciless patience. He brushed her nipple again. Twice. Then pinched and twisted it gently while his other hand slid down to cup her dripping sex without mercy.

The heel of his palm pressed firmly above her mound, applying teasing pressure as two thick fingers framed her swollen lips, spreading them obscenely wide so the cool air kissed her exposed, fluttering entrance.

Each slow pass sent jagged bolts of raw pleasure straight into her fluttering core. Her wings flared and shuddered, every vein glowing white-hot. Between her thighs, her sex throbbed and clenched visibly, inner walls rippling, her tiny pussy entrance winked and leaked in steady, shameful streams that soaked her dress and the sheets below.

Eira whimpered, moaned — long, broken, melodic trills that turned into pure cock-hungry supplication.

The last threads of her ancient composure snapped as she began grinding frantically against his hand, her dignity fracturing into something far more primal.

His one hand along her back slid lower, claiming the perfect, cool swell of her ass in one full, possessive handful — fingers spreading her cheeks wide while his thumb dragged across the impossibly sensitive crease and pressed firmly against the base of her wings, rubbing in slow, devastating circles that made her entire body seize.

The touch to her wings was catastrophic.

"Haaaaahhh!"

A fresh, violent burst of fairy dust exploded outward; pleasure slammed through her like a second orgasm before the first had even begun.

Her thighs shattered wider apart, knees falling open in shameless invitation as her glistening sex bloomed fully open — inner petals flushed and swollen, the tiny entrance pulsing greedily, her clit standing proud and hypersensitive.