My Taboo Harem!-Chapter 492: Aunt’s Virgin Hole (r-18)
Phei stepped forward—hands clamping onto Cassiopeia’s hips with bruising force, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave purple blooms by morning.
His cock strained painfully against denim, thick and veined, the fat head leaking a steady, sticky rope of pre-cum, the outline of every pulsing ridge visible under the fabric.
He spread her ass cheeks wide, his thumbs hooking the puffy outer lips of her cunt and peeling them apart again with deliberate slowness.
Her inner folds gaped open—pink, slick, glistening under the low bedroom light—clit engorged and throbbing visibly at the apex like a second heartbeat, entrance fluttering and clenching on nothing, desperate for something to grip.
Thick cream strings stretched and snapped between her parted lips, dripping in slow, glossy rivulets down her inner thighs to coat her trembling knees.
He lifted her left thigh—strong grip under the knee—and hooked it high onto the edge of the bed, spreading her obscenely wide, knee bent, foot planted on the mattress.
The position forced her cunt to open apart even further—swollen lips parting with a wet schlick, inner walls visible and rippling, clit jutting out proud and dark-red, entrance winking helplessly as fresh slick welled and overflowed.
His right hand dove between her legs—two of fingers plunged straight into her soaked pussy without warning making her push foward and moan.
The wet schlick-schlick-schlick was obscene—her walls sucking greedily around the intrusion, fluttering and milking as he curled them deep, pads dragging along her front wall in slow, firm strokes that made her g-spot swell under the pressure.
At the same moment, the Goddess Fall Touch ignited—his fingertips blooming with that devastating heat, sending pure, shattering ecstasy racing through every nerve in her cunt. Cassiopeia’s back bowed violently in pleasure directed to her very pussy cores and a sharp cry tore from her throat—thighs quaking, ass clenching, cunt spasming hard around his fingers in rhythmic, milking waves.
Her whole body paused for a second before a tremor ran through her and her body shock uncontrollably.
"Phei—fuck—oh gods—yes—deeper—"
His left thumb found her clit—swollen, pulsing pearl—and rolled it in tight, merciless circles, pressing down just enough to make her hips buck and grind back against his hand, clit dragging against the rough pad of his thumb with every frantic roll.
With his free hand he reached into the bedside drawer—pulled out a smooth, pink silicone butt plug, flared base wide, tapered tip glistening faintly under the lamp.
He kept some of these here and maybe she hadn’t checked the drawer.
Cassiopeia’s eyes snapped to it—wide, pupils blown black.
He chuckled—low, dark—breath hot against her ear.
"Scared, Aunt?"
The taunt in his voice was velvet-wrapped daring—made her pussy clench viciously around his plunging fingers and her asshole flutter tight in helpless response.
A fresh gush of slick coated his knuckles; her thighs shook harder, slick dripping in thick strands to the floor.
She shook her head frantically—silver-streaked black hair whipping—moaning brokenly.
"N-no—fuck—no—please—put it in—stretch me—"
He plunged his fingers deeper—three now—curling hard against her g-spot, thumb never stopping its cruel circles on her clit. Her cunt sucked wetly, walls rippling, cream frothing thick and white around his knuckles in obscene rings.
He pulled the fingers free with a filthy pop—coated in glossy strings of her arousal—and spread her ass wider with both hands, thumbs framing her tight, puckered asshole until it winked open slightly under the stretch, the pink ring glistening with the slick that had dripped down from her ruined cunt.
He leaned in—lips brushing the shell of her ear.
"How does it feel, knowing I’m going to take this virgin asshole? Penetrate it slow—stretch it open—claim the last hole you’ve never given anyone?"
Cassiopeia moaned—high, wrecked—hips jerking back instinctively, ass cheeks jiggling with the motion.
"How—how do you know it’s my first?" she gasped, voice cracking as his thumb kept rolling her clit in relentless circles, pinching the swollen nub between thumb and forefinger just hard enough to make her cry out. "I could’ve—I could’ve done this before—"
He chuckled again—darker this time.
"Because every time I circle your clit—" thumb pressed harder, flicking the swollen nub—"and circle your asshole—" he dragged the pad of his finger around the tight ring—"clenches so fucking tight. Desperate and afraid. That’s not anticipation, goddess. I know what anticipation feels like. This is fear. Sweet, virgin fear. And I’m going to fuck it right out of you."
He pressed the pink plug to her dripping entrance of her pussy—slid it in slow, just the tapered tip parting her puffy lips, stretching them thin around the silicone. Her cunt sucked greedily—walls fluttering—but he didn’t push deeper.
If anything was going to fill her pussy to the hilt, stretch her wide and ruin her depths, it was going to be his cock.
Not a toy.
He worked it in and out—shallow thrusts—coating the plug in thick layers of her cream until it glistened, slick strings clinging to the flared base every time he pulled it free.
Then he dragged it until it he pressed the wet, warmed tip to her asshole.
Cassiopeia’s breath hitched—sharp, panicked—ass clenching hard around nothing, the tight ring winking shut instinctively.
He circled the puckered entrance with the plug—slow, teasing—spreading her own slick around the rim until it shone glossy and ready, the pink ring fluttering open and closed like it was begging and fearing at the same time.
"Relax for me," he rasped, voice filthy praise. "Let me take this pretty virgin hole. Let me stretch it open—make it mine."
He pushed.
The tapered tip breached her—slow, relentless—parting the tight ring with steady pressure. Her asshole stretched thin and pink around the silicone, clinging desperately, fluttering as the first inch sank inside.
The burn hit her instantly as a sharp, stinging pain that made her eyes water, thighs quake, a raw, broken wail tearing from her throat.
"Phei—fuck—it hurts—oh gods—it’s too big—"
He didn’t stop.
Kept pushing—slow, inch by inch—watching her asshole swallow the plug greedily, the tight ring clinging and dragging along the smooth surface, stretching thinner and redder with every millimeter until the flared base kissed her stretched rim.
The pain bloomed hot and fierce—tearing, burning—but beneath it pleasure ignited like wildfire: the fullness, the stretch, the filthy taboo of her nephew claiming her last untouched hole.
Cassiopeia wailed—loud, broken—back arching, thigh shaking on the bed, cunt gushing fresh slick down her legs in hot, messy spurts that splashed the floor.
Her asshole clenched rhythmically around the plug—milking it, fluttering in helpless spasms—pain and pleasure twisting together until she couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
"It hurts—fuck—it burns—but don’t stop—please—stretch me—ruin my virgin ass—"
His thumb found her clit again—rolling, pinching, tugging the swollen pearl in cruel little twists that made her hips buck and grind back, forcing the plug deeper, making her asshole gape slightly around the base every time she rocked.
"Good girl," he growled against her ear, voice thick with possession. "Look how beautifully your virgin hole takes it. Stretched wide and red around my plug—all for me. Feel how your cunt squirts just from having your ass filled?"
Her thighs spasmed and her cunt clenching on nothing—another hot jet of slick squirting down her legs, soaking the floor beneath them in a wide, glossy puddle. Her asshole fluttered and clenched around the plug in rhythmic waves—pain melting into throbbing pleasure, every pinch of her clit sending fresh ecstasy racing through her core.
She sobbed his name in a raw, pleading voice while her hips rocking back despite the burn, chasing the stretch, the fullness, the filthy promise of more.
Phei kissed the nape of her neck—soft, reverent—then whispered hot against her ear:
"Now you wait like a good slut while I decide how deep I’m going to fuck the rest of you."
And he left the plug seated—base nestled tight against her stretched, fluttering asshole—while her body trembled, cunt dripping in thick, endless rivulets, ass clenching rhythmically around the toy he’d just claimed her with.
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A/N: Content Warning: The next Chapters contains explicit anal play and penetration. If that’s not your thing, feel free to skip ahead. The rest of the story continues after the scene.
