My Taboo Harem!

Delilah, however, kept her face turned slightly away, though she didn’t pull out of his embrace. Her cheeks were still burning. Her fingers had stopped tracing patterns on his thigh and now rested lightly against his skin, as if she wasn’t sure whether to keep touching him or not.

Phei didn’t push, he simply held them both, letting the warm water and the quiet steam wrap around the three of them like a secret.

Phei’s hand gently stroked Delilah’s damp hair.

"Still with us?" he asked quietly, his voice low and warm.

Delilah didn’t answer right away.

But she didn’t move away either.

Melissa simply smiled against Phei’s shoulder and closed her eyes, letting the water and the silence do the rest of the talking for now.

The morning, it seemed, still belonged to them.

Phei’s fingers continued their slow, soothing path through Delilah’s damp hair, the gesture tender even as dark, satisfied amusement curled low in his chest.

She was so beautifully undone — cheeks still flushed that deep, telling crimson, body still trembling faintly against him, the memory of everything they had done written in every shy flick of her eyes and every hesitant touch of her fingers on his thigh.

He had fucked her pussy so thoroughly, and yet here she stayed, tucked against his side like she couldn’t quite bring herself to leave the warmth of what they had created.

Melissa’s quiet contentment radiated through him like a second heartbeat.

She had taken everything he had given her — and given just as much in return — with that same regal grace she carried in everything. The way she had held her daughter steady while he fucked her, the way she had guided Delilah’s hand between her own legs without a shred of shame... it had been the most perfect, most forbidden gift he could have asked for.

He let his head rest back against the stone once more, eyes half-lidded as the warm water lapped at their skin and the steam curled in lazy, glowing spirals around them.

The afterglow still shimmered between the three of them — thick, sweet, and heavy with everything they had shared. His cock, still half-hard beneath the water, gave a lazy twitch at the memories, but he made no move to act on it. Not yet.

For now, this quiet, charged peace was its own kind of pleasure.

Delilah finally stirred, her voice barely above a whisper. "I... I don’t know what to say."

Phei’s dark, lustful smile curved against her hair. "Then don’t say anything," he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to the top of her head. "Just stay right here. Let us keep spoiling you a little longer."

Melissa’s soft laugh was warm against his shoulder. "She’ll come around," she said quietly, fingers tracing idle circles on his chest. "She always does."

Delilah made a small, embarrassed sound but didn’t pull away. If anything, she tucked herself closer, her face hidden against Phei’s neck. The tremor in her body had eased into something softer — a lingering, sated warmth that matched the gentle lapping of the water around them.

Phei closed his eyes again, letting the quiet steam and the press of both women against him sink deep into his bones. He had gotten everything he had ever fantasized about and more. And as the morning light continued to filter through the glass in soft golden patches, he allowed himself a rare moment of pure, dark satisfaction.

This was only the beginning.

Far above, near the ceiling Eira patted the dead boundary between Phei, Melissa and Delilah consolingly.

The sunken pool, the steam, and the three of them remained wrapped together in their private world a little while longer — bound by blood, by desire, and by the beautiful, sinful echoes of everything they had done to one another.

Phei’s fingers lingered in Delilah’s hair, the slow, possessive strokes carrying a quiet claim even in this tender afterglow. He could still see her of her on her knees with her lips and tongue working with such shameless hunger between her mother’s thighs while he filled Melissa — still burned behind his eyes like the most exquisite sin.

The way her glassy eyes had lifted to meet his while she swallowed... it had been the kind of forbidden perfection that made every other fantasy pale in comparison.

Melissa’s calm satisfaction continued to radiate through him, her body warm and pliant against his side.

She had orchestrated and surrendered in equal measure, guiding her daughter’s hand between her own legs with that same regal grace she brought to everything — her tender, almost motherly touches on Delilah’s breast while Phei ruined her from the front — had been its own kind of dark, lustful poetry.

Above them, Eira drifted lazily through the thinning steam like a tiny, smug storm cloud, still clutching the neglected System notification. Phei could feel her presence even without opening his eyes — the faint, familiar pressure of her attention, waiting for him to engage but he ignored her with the long-practiced ease of a man who had learned that acknowledging the gremlin only encouraged her.

Delilah’s small, embarrassed sound vibrated against his neck as she hid her face deeper. The tremor in her body had softened into something warmer, more pliant — the lingering echo of every thrust, every temperature shift, every shared orgasm still humming through her.

She was so beautifully, thoroughly marked by what they had done, and yet she stayed pressed against him like she couldn’t quite bear to leave the shelter of his arms.

Phei let a slow, dark smile curve against her damp hair. He had finally tasted the ultimate mother-daughter fantasy — and it had been with his own blood.

The reality had exceeded every filthy dream he had ever entertained.

The warm water lapped gently around them; the three of them remained bound together in this private, steam-wrapped sanctuary — mother, daughter, and the man who now carried every sinful echo of what they had shared.

Phei tightened his arms around both of them, letting the water, the steam, and the lingering, shimmering heat of everything they had done wrap around the three of them like a secret that belonged only to them.

The morning still belonged to them.

And the System, for once, could wait.

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A/N:Little redundant, I will try better next time... I just want this historic moment to last.

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