My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 130: Between Her First and Love (r-18)

He guided her hips back gently until she sat impaled on only the first few inches of him—the fat, flushed crown stretching her entrance wide, her puffy lips clinging lovingly around his girth, inner walls fluttering in soft, welcoming pulses.

She gasped at the angle—deeper than before, yet carefully controlled—and he stilled, letting her adjust to the thick heat nestled inside her.

Then he began to move.

Not thrusting.

A slow, sensual roll of his hips—circular, grinding, like a languid waltz. He rotated deep and shallow in gentle waves coming in and out, never giving her his full length, keeping the broad head stroking that perfect spot inside her while sparing her the overwhelming depth that might have been too much so soon.

Each rotation dragged his veined shaft along her sensitive walls in tender, deliberate circles, the slick sounds soft and intimate—wet, silky glides rather than harsh plunges.

Sierra’s arms gave out almost immediately; she sank to her elbows, forehead pressing to the pillow, back arching in a graceful bow that offered everything to him.

Her moans spilled out like melody—low, trembling, rising and falling with each slow turn of his hips: "Mmm—Phei my love... oh... like that... yes..."

He kept the rhythm hypnotic—one hand splayed warm across her lower belly, feeling the bulge of himself moving inside her; the other threading fingers through hers on the sheet, anchoring her. Their bodies swayed together in perfect synchrony—his chest brushing her back with every rotation, lips grazing her shoulder, her ear, the damp hair at her temple.

He kissed every inch he could reach—the delicate wing of her shoulder blade, the soft spot behind her ear, murmuring praise against her skin:

"You’re taking me so beautifully, princess."

"Feel how perfectly we fit?"

"Just like this... slow and deep... all for you."

Her pussy answered every gentle grind with fresh flutters—walls rippling in soft, milking waves, slick arousal coating him in warm, creamy pulses that dripped slowly down her thighs. The scent of her rose again, intoxicating; he breathed it in like incense, hips never faltering in their tender, rotating dance.

Sierra’s song grew sweeter, breathier—long, trembling moans that vibrated through her whole body, her hips beginning to circle back against him in instinctive counterpoint. Their movements became a private waltz—slow, intimate, passionate, his controlled restraint making every shallow thrust feel endless, every gentle rotation a promise of devotion rather than conquest.

Pleasure coiled tight, then snapped—her body bowing like a drawn string, every muscle locking in exquisite silence. Her walls clamped down in one long, fierce contraction, pulsing again and again in deep, greedy pulls that dragged a raw groan from him.

A rush of slick heat poured out around him, soaking them in a sudden, helpless flood. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She shattered completely—eyes wide and glassy, lips parted on a soundless cry, tears tracking down her temples as she fell apart in his arms, utterly, beautifully lost.

A quiet, full-body tremble, her walls clenching in slow, rolling waves around the inches he gave her, fresh warmth spilling gently around him as she sang his name into the pillow like a prayer...

"Phei... oh... Phei..."

He followed moments later—hips pressed flush but still careful, spilling deep inside her with a low, reverent groan, arms wrapping around her waist to hold her close as they swayed through the aftershocks together.

They stayed like that—joined, gently rocking, hearts beating in the same slow rhythm—until the dance finally stilled and he eased them both down to the sheets, still inside her, lips pressed to the soft skin between her shoulder blades.

"My princess," he whispered against her spine, voice thick with wonder.

And Sierra, boneless and glowing, simply sighed—a sound of perfect, trusting peace—and let him hold her through the quiet, tender aftermath.

Sierra stirred in the cradle of his arms, her body still humming from the slow, intimate dance they’d just shared.

She pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his jaw, then another to the corner of his mouth—small, reverent touches that tasted of gratitude and growing wonder. When she pulled back, her eyes were dark and luminous, fixed on his face with an intensity that made his breath catch.

"I want to see you," she whispered. "All of you... while I move."

Phei understood instantly.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until she straddled his hips—her thighs spreading wide over his, the slick heat of her pussy settling against the rigid length of his cock.

The union was immediate, intimate: her swollen, flushed lips parting around his thickness, the fat crown nudging her entrance, their mingled release making everything slick and ready.

Sierra braced her palms on his chest, fingers splaying over the hard planes of muscle, feeling his heart thunder beneath her touch.

She lifted her hips slowly—a graceful rise that let his cock slide along her folds, coating him anew in her creamy arousal—then sank down inch by careful inch.

The stretch was exquisite. Her pussy—still tender and puffy from earlier—bloomed open around him, velvet walls gripping every veined ridge as she took him deeper.

"Ahhh... Phei~"

A soft, trembling moan escaped her lips—half sigh, half prayer—as she seated herself fully, their bodies locked in perfect union: his thick cock buried to the hilt inside her flushed, dripping heat, her inner lips stretched taut and shining around his base, clit pressed flush to his pelvis.

For a long moment she didn’t move.

She simply looked at him.

Eyes locked on his—blue meeting amethyst purple—she drank in his face: the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead, the raw, unguarded desire and tenderness in his gaze.

Something shifted in her expression—a slow, breathtaking softening, like ice giving way to sunrise.

She began to move.

Slow, rolling circles of her hips at first—a gentle, sensual grind that stirred his cock inside her without overwhelming her newly claimed body.

Each rotation dragged the broad head along her sensitive front wall, drawing soft, liquid sounds from their joined flesh—wet, silky glides and quiet, intimate squelches. Her breasts swayed gently with the motion, nipples tight and dark rose, brushing his chest when she leaned forward.

The more she moved, the more she looked at him, the deeper she fell.

Her breath quickened—soft, wondering gasps that turned into sweet, broken moans:

"Phei... oh... you feel... Look at you... you’re so beautiful..."

With every rise and fall—slow lifts that let her feel every throbbing vein as he slid out, then languid descents that swallowed him whole again—her gaze grew softer, more open.

She traced his face with trembling fingertips—cheekbones, jaw, the curve of his lips—as though memorizing the man who had taken her apart and put her back together with reverence.

"You’re inside me," she whispered, voice shaking with emotion. "My... Phei is inside me. Completely. And I... I can’t look away from you."

She leaned down, forehead resting against his, hips never stopping their slow, loving rhythm. Her pussy fluttered around him in tender pulses, walls rippling in soft waves that milked him gently, fresh slick coating them both until their union glistened obscenely in the low light.

Phei’s hands settled on her hips—not guiding, just holding, letting her set the pace. His own breath was ragged, eyes never leaving hers.

"Sierra..." His voice cracked with feeling.

That call alone broke something open in her.

Her movements grew a fraction faster—still tender, still controlled, but deeper now, more desperate. She rode him with graceful, flowing rolls—hips circling, grinding, rising and falling in a rhythm that felt like worship.

Each downward glide took him fully; each lift left only the crown inside, her flushed lips clinging greedily before swallowing him again.

It was instinctive yet she delivered so well.

Her moans turned into soft, continuous songs—breathless, loving, rising in pitch as pleasure coiled tighter:

"Yes... like this... with you... Phei... I—"

She was falling in love with him right there—in the way his eyes never left hers, in the reverence of his touch, in the perfect way their bodies fit, cock and pussy locked in slick, pulsing union.

Every grind of her clit against him, every deep stretch of his thickness inside her, every shared breath pushed her closer to the edge.

When she came, it was quiet and devastating—a long, trembling sigh of his name, her walls clenching in slow, rolling waves around him, fresh warmth spilling gently down his shaft.

She didn’t look away—eyes wide open, brimming with unshed tears of overwhelming feeling, locked on his as she shattered softly around him.

Phei followed with a low, reverent groan—hips lifting gently to meet her, spilling deep inside her in warm, pulsing waves, arms wrapping around her waist to pull her down against his chest.

They stayed like that—joined, trembling, foreheads touching—while she whispered against his lips, voice raw and certain:

"I’m falling for you... completely."

And in the quiet aftermath, with their bodies still locked in perfect union, Phei kissed her slow and deep—answering without words, letting her feel the truth in every beat of his heart.