a Yandere Harem in a Magic World Can't be That Bad-Chapter 12: Dream [III] **

His cock sprang free, impossibly thick and long. It was beautiful, a rigid column of flesh that stood so powerful and hard.

and standing erect with a proud, upward curve. It pulsed in the open air like it had a mind of its own, impossibly engorged and dripping with need.

"So fucking big," I whispered again. The words sent a thrill through me—the reality of it more intense and exhilarating than anything I could have wished for.

The skin was flushed with blood, almost red with urgent arousal. I watched a bead of precum gather at the tip, glossy and clear before it spilled over to run down the shaft—an endless supply that made my whole body burn with feverish desire

It was the most beautiful, juicy, fat cock I could have ever asked for, and just the thought that all of it was mine and mine alone sent me into happy giggles.

Even though I certainly lack any kind of experience, I thought. No, I knew, I knew that there was nothing and no one in the world that could make me feel anywhere close to this.

My eyes roamed lower and I saw them just inches away from my face.

They hung heavy and full, even bigger than I'd imagined. The sack was smooth and flawless, tight around two huge orbs that looked ready to burst with everything he had for me. My hands cradled them, entranced by their size and the promise they held, feeling them shift gently in my palms as if begging for release.

The sight flipped a switch inside me; I couldn't resist it any longer. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, his stunning cock and balls so completely mine. The knowledge filled me with wild laughter, giggles spilling out as my fingers wrapped around him and I buried my face against the base.

They're mine. Everything is mine to play with hehehehe.

"So much," I gasped between breaths, stroking his shaft with desperate hands while nuzzling against the enormous sack. He moaned loudly as I kissed and licked up the underside of his cock, tasting precum mixed with the musky salt of his skin.

I worshiped every inch of him, sliding lower to mouth his balls as I stroked him with greedy fingers. The texture of the tight, smooth skin made my head spin as I sucked one into my mouth, feeling its weight against my tongue. My hand worked his shaft in long, steady pumps while I lavished attention on his sack—licking and kissing and sucking until he was trembling uncontrollably.

"Fuck—fuck, Iris!" Luke gasped, his voice wrecked with so much need it made my whole body vibrate.

I couldn't get enough, couldn't stop myself from devouring him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. His thick cock pulsed in my hand, leaking steadily as I stroked him faster and harder. The veins stood out in stark relief against the flushed skin, and I traced them with my fingertips while I buried my face between his legs, sucking the other ball deep into my mouth.

It felt so huge and full against my tongue, like it could barely fit in my mouth. I licked at it with worshipful abandon, savoring the taste and weight of him as I stroked his shaft with both hands.

The other ball brushed against my chin, taunting me with its heavy presence until I had to let them both fall free, catching my breath as I licked up the thick length of his cock.

I couldn't leave any part of him untouched. My lips traveled slowly over the shaft, kissing every ridge and vein as I made my way back to the tip. The skin was hot and tight under my mouth, pulsing wildly as I dragged my tongue over it in long, wet strokes.

Luke's moans filled the room, growing louder the higher I went. I wrapped one hand around the base, holding him steady as I worked my mouth up his cock with a hunger that bordered on madness.

"Ah—ahh—oh God," he panted

"So fucking beautiful," I breathed against him, licking a bead of precum from the tip before sliding back down to nuzzle his balls again.

I knew my teasing was making him go crazy, and the knowledge only pushed me further. I wanted him to beg for it, to ask me to take him into my mouth and suck all that delicious cum out of those perfectly filled balls.

I took my time with every inch, knowing that each slow touch and kiss would drive him right to the edge. My lips brushed over his sack again, savoring the way it felt so tight and swollen beneath my mouth, I could almost feel as it kept producing his seed desperately. I sucked at one ball with agonizing slowness, feeling it pulse with need as I let it slip from my lips before moving to the other.

His moans turned to whimpers, desperate and needy as they filled the room.

I dragged my tongue up the length of his shaft in a long, wet line, tracing every vein before kissing the tip lightly. Then I went back down, repeating the torturous worship all over again with maddening patience.

"Iris...." Luke groaned, his voice cracking as I dissapeared in between his legs.

"Please."

That single word shattered me, raw and pleading as it slipped from his lips. It was everything I needed to hear, a direct line to my most primal urges.

I released his balls with a wet pop, the slick sound echoing around us as I pulled back for the briefest moment. The sight of him sprawled and desperate ignited something explosive in me; his cock jerked in my hand, glistening with precum that smeared across my fingers as I stroked him fervently.

"Please what?" I teased, my voice breathless and thick with lust.

Luke writhed beneath me, his hips bucking helplessly toward my mouth.

"Fuck—please suck it," he gasped, his words tumbling out in ragged surrender.

The satisfaction of it sent a shiver through me, and I gave in completely to the frenzy of claiming him.

"As you ask, my dear"

My lips closed over the head, drawing a sharp cry from him. I licked the tip with slow circles, savoring the taste of him as he throbbed against my tongue. My mouth was hot and slick around him, filled with the salty tang of precum as I took him deeper.

Luke's fingers tangled in my hair, clinging desperately as I swirled my tongue over the sensitive skin. The sound of his ragged breathing spurred me on, and I sucked harder, pulling more cries from his lips.

I bobbed my head, working him with wet intensity. The hollowed pressure made it hard for him to hold still—his hips bucked up into the heat of my mouth as I sucked him with increasing urgency.

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"Ah—god," he groaned, voice breaking as I moved faster.

I pushed forward, feeling him slide past the back of my mouth. It was wild and intense, almost too much as his cock filled my throat. I could barely breathe around him, and the raw stretch sent a shock of heat through me.

Wet sounds filled the air—guttural and obscene as I gagged on the thickness, pulling off just enough to draw in a breath before plunging down again. My face was flushed with effort and arousal, spit everywhere as I strained to take him deeper.

I moaned around his length, letting the vibrations echo through him as I adjusted to the primal urgency. My throat stretched to accommodate, learning how to give him more pleasure with each desperate plunge. I worked my tongue along the underside and swallowed around the tip, feeling him jerk helplessly against the tightness of my convulsing throat.

"Fuck—" It was a shaky curse from above, and I felt his fingers tighten in my hair as I used my throat to drive him wilder. Spit and precum mixed in a slick mess that dripped down my chin in long streams; it was so wet and sloppy that he slid in easily, coating me with heat.

The obscene sounds were everywhere, filling the room as I gagged and groaned with abandon. It was raw and untamed, a frenzy of motion and need as I took him deeper than before.

"You're gonna make me—" Luke's voice was hoarse, almost frantic as I pushed harder.

I hollowed my cheeks and sucked along his full length and took him with frantic intensity. My throat learned, stretching to take him and clenching hard around him with each desperate gulp to make it feel better. The obscene sounds grew louder—wet and guttural as spit flew and I gagged and choked messily on his length.

There was nothing refined about it—just pure animal drive as I swallowed around him again and again.

Each thrust was deeper than the last, each gag harder as I struggled to take more.

I was mere inches away from devouring his cock fully like I wanted, but it was so big and thick my own body seemed to push me away every time I thought I could finally touch his groin with my nose.

It frustrated me so much, all I wanted was to be his little usable throat and I couldn't even do that right.

His fingers tightened in my hair as he thrust forward, pushing my head down until my lips were wrapped around the base. I opened my eyes wide as I gagged hard on the sudden depth, feeling him push past everything to fill my throat completely.

Then he finally exploted.

It was overwhelming—hot and raw as he erupted in helpless bursts that I could barely swallow. His whole body shuddered with the intensity, and I felt each pulse against my tongue as he spurted thick streams into me.

The mess was everywhere; it spilled out with each desperate throb, coating my mouth and dripping freely. I choked on the flood of him, but Luke held me there, gasping and clinging to me like he'd break apart if he let go.

Yes. Yes! Use me, use me Luke.

I swallowed around him as fast as I could, but there was too much—my throat worked frantically to keep up as he came again and again. The taste filled me, sticky and salty and perfect until it was all I could feel or breathe. That incredible, tasty, drugging cum.

Luke's fingers loosened at the last second, and he pulled back with a ragged gasp. I barely got a breath before he erupted again, thick streams splattering my lips. The sudden release was hot and intense; it painted me with sticky heat, and I moaned softly, opening my mouth to welcome in the last splurts of his seed.

I closed my eyes and savored it, letting the warm mess slide over my tongue in deep waves. It was incredible—a flood of addictive taste and slick texture that made my whole body tremble. I swallowed slowly, feeling every bit of it go down before licking my lips to catch what I'd missed.

The room was quiet except for our harsh breathing, and I opened my eyes to see Luke staring at me in dazed wonder. His expression was wild and soft all at once, a mix of awe and disbelief that made something in my chest tighten.

He shook his head, and the look changed—shot through with a sudden clarity. Panic flared in his eyes as he seemed to realize what had just happened.

"Oh my god," he choked out, sitting up abruptly. "I can't believe—I didn't mean to—"

His face was flushed, more with shock than arousal now, and he stared at me like he didn't know what to say.

"Luke," I murmured, but he was already panicking

"This is insane," he said, voice shaky. "We shouldn't have—how did we even—"

He ran a hand through his hair, fingers trembling slightly as he struggled to understand. It was like the intensity had left him reeling in a whole new way, one that he couldn't quite process.

Seeing him like that was a reminder of how rushed this whole thing had been. I needed to calm him down now, or everything I'd worked for could go up in flames.

I pushed Luke back on the couch with firm hands, straddling him before he could do something drastic

His eyes widened with alarm, and I knew exactly what he was thinking—that I was about to take more than he could give. Before he could panic, I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him as I held his gaze. "Hey," I murmured softly, trailing my fingers down to his cheek. His breath caught at my touch, surprise melting into something warmer as he let me hold him there.

I shifted slightly, making sure he felt nothing but the lightest pressure. "It's okay," I whispered again, brushing my knuckles along his jawline. "This is okay."

The tension in his shoulders eased slightly, and he let out a shaky breath. "Iris," he said, voice still full of uncertainty. "You're... you're in heat. And I took advantage of you."

I almost laughed out loud—trust Luke to apologize for something like that. This was my fault, too; I'd told him Fox kin go into heat years ago so I could have an excuse to masturbate all day when seeing him got too much.

But instead of letting the amusement show, I brushed my thumb over his lips and tried to look as sincere as possible.

"No," I said softly, shaking my head. "You didn't take advantage of me." I leaned in closer, letting my hair fall around us like a curtain.

I felt the heat from his body and how badly I wanted to fuck him right then, wanted it so much it was making me dizzy. But I couldn't scare him off again. I had to be smart. Do this right, and he'd be mine by the end of today.

"You're mine," I whispered fiercely, catching his gaze with all the fire I felt inside. "We're meant to be, Luke."