My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 303: Throat of the Goddess: Claimed by the Divine Mouth (r-18)
Her hands slid up the backs of his thighs—slow, reverent, fingertips digging into muscle as she pulled him forward until the swollen head of his cock brushed her lower lip, hot and slick, leaving a glistening trail of pre-cum across her mouth.
She didn’t hesitate.
The two inches disappeared between her lips with a soft, wet sound—her mouth stretching wide around the thick crown, cheeks hollowing as she sucked gently, tongue curling beneath the flared ridge like she was tasting ambrosia made sin.
Phei’s breath punched out of him; his hands flexed at his sides, fighting the urge to grab her head right after he’d just pulled them away.
She took more.
Inch by thick, veined inch.
Her throat opened for him like it had been waiting centuries—relaxing, yielding, welcoming.
Eight inches. Nine. Ten.
The impossible happened in slow, obscene motion: her lips slid down the glistening crimson shaft until her nose brushed the dark hair at his base. Ten full inches buried in her mouth and throat—no resistance, no choking cough, just a deep, rolling swallow that milked him from the tip.
Her throat felt like molten silk wrapped around living steel—impossibly soft yet fiercely tight, a hot, rippling tunnel that pulsed and fluttered with every heartbeat. The walls hugged him in rhythmic waves, slick and alive, squeezing and releasing in perfect greedy contractions that dragged along every swollen vein, every ridge, every throbbing inch.
It was deeper than heat; it was devotion made flesh—a slick, velvet fist that swallowed him whole and refused to let go, massaging him from base to crown with slow, hungry gulps that sent electric fire racing up his spine.
Phei lost it.
A guttural groan tore from his chest. His control snapped like dry kindling. Hands flew to her hair again—not yanking, but gripping hard enough to anchor himself—and he began to move.
Slow at first—long, deliberate withdrawals that left his cock shining with her saliva, thick strands connecting her swollen lips to the veined length before he pushed back in, feeding her every inch again.
Her throat fluttered around him on each deep plunge—constricting, rippling, massaging him in waves that made his knees shake, the tight heat of her throat squeezing him like velvet fire.
Then faster.
He fucked her mouth with raw, reverent hunger—hips rolling in a steady, powerful rhythm, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck of her throat filling the office like obscene music.
Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth—dripping in glistening ropes down her chin, coating his balls, running in rivulets along his shaft every time he pulled back far enough for the head to pop free before slamming home again.
She took the ten inches again.
Every brutal inch of that.
Her eyes—dark, glassy, shining with tears—never left his. Worship and triumph burned there in equal measure. One hand slid up to grip his ass—fingers digging into the flexing muscle, urging him deeper, faster, pulling him into her throat with greedy insistence.
Her other hand cupped his heavy balls—rolling them gently, squeezing just enough to make him hiss, then stroking the sensitive skin behind them with feather-light touches that sent lightning up his spine.
She gagged—once, twice—soft, muffled sounds that vibrated straight through his cock, but she never pulled away. Never faltered. Each gag only made her throat tighten harder around him, milking him in rhythmic pulses that dragged him closer to the edge.
The bulge in her throat was obscene—visible outline of his cock moving beneath her skin with every deep thrust, stretching her elegant neck in a way no mortal should be able to endure.
Her tongue never stopped working—even buried to the hilt, it swirled along the underside, tracing the thick central vein, flicking the sensitive ridge beneath the head on every withdrawal, worshipping him with perfect, divine precision.
Saliva bubbled from her lips—foamy and thick, dripping in long strands that connected her chin to his balls, coating everything in messy, shining proof of her devotion.
Phei’s rhythm grew ragged.
"Fuck—fuck—Goddess—"
His hips snapped forward—deep, relentless—fucking her divine mouth with everything he had.
He looked down below her chin.
The sight was impossible: her elegant throat bulging slightly with each plunge, lips stretched thin and red around his girth, saliva dripping in thick strands, tears tracking down her cheeks, yet her eyes stayed locked on his—hungry, proud, utterly in control even as he railed her face.
She moaned around him—long, vibrating, needy—and the sound shattered him.
He came with a broken shout—hips jerking, cock pulsing violently down her throat as thick ropes of cum flooded her.
She swallowed—greedily, rhythmically—milking every drop, throat working around him in perfect, rolling swallows until he was spent, trembling, vision whiting out at the edges.
When he finally pulled free—slow, reluctant—his cock slipped from her lips with a wet pop, still half-hard, coated in saliva and traces of his own release.
A thin string of cum and spit connected the tip to her swollen lower lip before snapping.
She licked it away.
Smiled up at him—slow, satisfied, divine.
Her voice was wrecked, husky, triumphant.
"See?" she whispered. "Some goddesses were made to take everything."
Phei could only stare—breathless, ruined, already hardening again at the sight of her: mascara-streaked cheeks, swollen lips, chin glistening with spit and cum, eyes blazing with the kind of hunger that could burn empires.
She rose slowly—graceful even on trembling knees—until she stood flush against him again. Her hands slid up his chest, nails dragging lightly, until they cupped his face.
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"I know my dragon is starving for my pussy," she breathed, voice low and velvet-wrapped steel. "And I want to give him that. Foreplay can wait for another time. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard."
Her fingers tightened on his jaw—commanding, possessive.
"Take what’s yours, dragon. Ruin me."
Phei’s hands moved with sudden, reverent violence.
His fingers hooked into the midnight silk at her shoulders—thin straps that had no right to stand between him and what he craved—and he tore.
The dress ripped down the front in one long, satisfying tear—fabric parting like water under his strength, silk shredding from neckline to hem in a single brutal pull. The ruined garment fell away in heavy folds, pooling around her feet like spilled ink.
She stood bare before him—skin flushed molten gold in the lamplight, medium teardrop breasts full and high, nipples dark and tight as ripe berries, waist curving into hips that begged to be gripped, the soaked thong the only scrap of modesty left—black lace clinging transparently to her swollen pussy, camel-toe perfect, the dark wet spot at the crotch proof she was already dripping for him.
He didn’t pause to admire.
He dove.
Mouth crashing onto her left breast—lips sealing around the stiff peak, sucking hard and deep, pulling the entire dark nipple into the wet heat of his mouth while his tongue lashed the sensitive bud in rapid, hungry flicks.
His other hand cupped the right—kneading roughly, thumb rolling the nipple in brutal circles until she arched into him with a sharp cry, tits thrusting upward. He switched—mouth moving to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to sting before soothing with long, wet pulls that left her skin glistening and marked with red blooms.
At the same instant his free hand slid down her body—fingers catching the soaked lace of her thong and ripping it away in one sharp tug. The fabric gave with a soft snap; cool air kissed her dripping pussy, but he didn’t look down.
Not yet.
He wanted to.
Gods, he wanted to drop to his knees and worship that perfect hairless cunt—the one he already knew would be the best he’d ever tasted, the one that had haunted his thoughts since the moment he first scented her arousal.
But her earlier words rang louder than instinct.
"Foreplay can wait for another time. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard."
No refusal. No hesitation.
She pulled him closer— her arms wrapping around his head, cradling him against her chest like he was something precious and feral all at once. One hand stroked through his hair—slow, soothing, fingers carding gently—while the other pressed his face deeper into her breasts.
She rocked him there, moaning softly as his mouth devoured her—sucking, licking, biting just hard enough to make her tremble—while she held him like a mother comforting a storm, like a lover claiming her due.
Her breath hitched when her hand slipped between them.
Fingers wrapped around his throbbing cock—thick, hot, slick with her saliva—and guided him down. The blunt head kissed her entrance—parting swollen lips, nudging against the tight, dripping opening.
"Ohh~"
Both of them shuddered at the contact.
Her thighs quaked; a fresh gush of slick coated the crown—hot, creamy, dripping down his shaft.
His cock jerked hard in her grip—veins pulsing, pre-cum leaking in a thick bead that mixed with her wetness. The anticipation alone was enough to make them both moan—low, broken, matching sounds of pure need.
Then she pulled him in.
He drove. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
Savage.
