My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 129: Sierra’s Heaven (r-18)

The second time ignited like a spark on dry tinder.

Sierra’s body moved first, restless and slick with their mingled release, hips rolling slow and deliberate against his thigh. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The wet heat of her pussy dragged along his skin, leaving glistening trails of her arousal and his come, the scent rising thick between them—salt-sweet musk, raw sex, and the faint jasmine still clinging to her skin.

A low, needy sound vibrated in her throat; his cock answered instantly, thickening heavy against her hip, the broad crown already weeping fresh precome that smeared hot across her flesh.

Phei’s eyes flashed dark. "Again, princess?"

She didn’t speak. She dragged him down into a bruising kiss—lips crashing, tongue plunging deep, teeth scraping his lower lip until he growled into her mouth.

Her nipples, still swollen and sensitive, rubbed hard against his chest; the friction drew a sharp gasp from her that he swallowed greedily.

He flipped her beneath him in one smooth surge, the mattress dipping under their combined weight.

Her thighs fell open instantly—slick inner skin sliding against his hips, the soaked, puffy lips of her pussy parting with a soft, wet sound as cool air kissed her overheated flesh. He didn’t tease this time.

He gripped the base of his cock—rigid, a veined steel, flushed dark and slick with their mingled release, the broad crown swollen and murderous, gleaming with thick layers of her creamy arousal and his earlier spend.

Fat beads of precome pearled at the slit, mixing into the mess as he dragged that fat, flushed head through her folds once, twice—slow, deliberate strokes that parted her swollen lips and coated him until the entire shaft shone obscene, long strings of her viscous, creamy arousal stretching like silk threads between his cock and her dripping entrance before snapping wetly.

Then he drove in.

One hard, fluid thrust that buried the thick, veined inch inside her in a single merciless stroke—the lewd, wet squelch of her tight, velvet pussy swallowing him whole ringing out like a claim, her flushed, dark-rose lips stretched thin and pale around his girth, inner walls blooming open in a slick, greedy bloom.

Sierra’s back arched violently off the bed; a raw, keening cry tore from her throat—"Phei—fuck—yes—"—as her pussy reacted instantly: walls clamping down in hot, fluttering spasms, the slick ring of her entrance pulsing wildly around his base, inner folds rippling in frantic milking waves that tried to pull him impossibly deeper.

Fresh slick gushed hot around the intrusion, coating his balls as they pressed heavy against her ass.

Her orgasm built softer this time, a warm tide rising behind her ribs. Then it broke—a long, trembling sigh spilling from her throat as her back arched off the bed.

Her pussy fluttered in delicate, rhythmic spasms, inner muscles rippling in tender, helpless waves around his buried length. Fresh heat bloomed and spilled gently, coating them both in silky warmth.

She clung to him, face buried in his neck, shaking with quiet, overwhelmed sobs of pure, devastating bliss.

He gave her no time to adjust.

He pulled back until only the fat crown stretched her entrance—her puffy lips clinging desperately to the ridge, sucking at him with a wet pop—then slammed home again.

Skin slapped skin in sharp, wet cracks; her soaked pussy made filthy, rhythmic glucks on every deep plunge, the drenched channel squelching obscenely as it gripped and released his veined length.

The pace was relentless—fast, powerful strokes that rocked her body up the sheets, breasts bouncing heavy and wild, nipples tight and dark rose against flushed pale skin, the air thick with the scent of her flooding arousal.

Sierra’s moans poured out unchecked—high, breathless, climbing into desperate songs:

"Ah—ah—Phei—harder—right there—oh god—"

Each thrust punched another note from her lungs—sharp gasps melting into long, trembling wails, her voice raw and beautiful as it broke around his name.

The room filled with the symphony of their fucking: wet smacks of his hips against her ass, the obscene squelch of her drenched pussy gripping and releasing him, the creak of the bedframe, her slick thighs sliding against his sweat-damp skin.

He shifted, hooking her legs higher over his elbows—opening her wider, folding her nearly in half, driving deeper until the fat crown battered that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Fresh arousal gushed around his cock—hot, creamy juices flooding out in messy surges with every withdrawal, soaking his balls, splattering onto the sheets in glistening streaks, her swollen clit throbbing visibly each time his shaft dragged over it.

"Please—don’t stop—fuck—I’m—" Her song fractured into frantic, keening cries—

"Phei—Phei—coming—ah!"—as her pussy convulsed in fierce, rhythmic spasms, walls clamping down like a velvet vice, milking every veined inch in hot, pulsing waves while fresh floods of slick poured out around him, drenching them both in her release.

Her breath caught, fractured into tiny, desperate gasps as the pleasure crested. Suddenly her whole body seized—a silent, open-mouthed cry frozen on her lips.

Her walls clenched around him in fierce, rolling waves, milking him in slow, shattering pulses, a rush of warm slick flooding between them. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes; her nails dug deep into his shoulders as she trembled violently, utterly undone, whispering his name like a broken prayer.

Her pussy seized around him in fierce, rhythmic pulses—milking him in tight, velvet waves, walls fluttering wildly as she came hard. The wet sounds turned even filthier—loud, sloppy squelches as he kept pounding through her orgasm, forcing more slick to spill out around his shaft, dripping down her ass, pooling beneath her.

Phei’s control snapped. He buried himself deep with a guttural roar—cock throbbing, pulsing hot ropes of come inside her already flooded depths.

The overflow leaked out immediately—thick, creamy streams pushed out around his buried length with every final twitch, coating her thighs, his balls, the sheets beneath them in a warm, sticky mess.

They collapsed in a tangle of limbs—sweat-slick skin sliding together, chests heaving, the air thick with the heady scent of sex. Sierra’s fingers threaded weakly through his damp hair, pulling him down into a slow, languid kiss that tasted of salt and satisfaction.

When she finally found her voice—hoarse, wrecked, utterly sated—she whispered against his lips:

"That... was heaven."

Phei pressed a tender kiss to her swollen mouth, voice rough with possession and wonder.

"No, princess," he murmured, still buried deep inside her pulsing heat. "That was just you finally learning how loud paradise can be."

Phei eased her onto her hands and knees with reverent hands, palms gliding down the elegant curve of her spine as though tracing a sculpture he was terrified to mar. Sierra trembled beneath his touch—still flushed and glowing from her last release, thighs slick with their mingled spend, her swollen pussy peeking rosy and glistening between them.

He knelt behind her, chest to her back for a moment, lips brushing the delicate nape of her neck, breathing her in—jasmine and sex and the faint salt of happy tears.

"I’ve got you," he whispered again, voice rough with restraint. "We’ll go slow. Just feel me."