My Taboo Harem!

Phei brew more cool icy air that struck her exposed scared garden at once more...

Sienna’s reaction was an immediate sharp broken moan "Ah—!" as the sudden cold kissed the soft, swollen folds of her sacred petals.

Her hips lifted higher off the ice, thighs trembling harder on the either side of his head.

Her divine flower was fully revealed; the outer lips were soft and full, a delicate, pale-pink cushion that framed the more vivid inner petals. Those tender inner folds already glistened, her clear nectar clinging to every soft crease and catching the light like dew on sacred bloom. The small, swollen pearl of her clit peeked from beneath its hood, flushed and sensitive.

A thin, luminous sheen of her essence coated the entire soft valley of her garden, making the tender flesh look almost radiant against the cooler tone of her inner thighs.

Phei stared for a heartbeat, then lowered his head in reverence and claimed the goddess’s pussy in a single gulp: Sienna’s body jerked.

Instinct flared—she started to pull back, a half-formed protest rising in her throat.

"Phei—wait, this is—"

...but the first warm press of his mouth against her sacred flesh silenced it.

Pleasure crashed through the protest from the very depths of her deep wet cave before reason could finish. Her hands stayed planted firm on the ice with her hips still lifted.

The Nether Goddess who had spent lifetimes guarding every boundary simply trembled and let him take for the second time in the 24 hours.

He kissed her whole divine sex in one deep, open-mouthed claim with his lips sealing over the soft, wet folds, taking both outer lips and the glistening inner petals into the heat of his mouth at once.

Then Phei drew upon her:

It was a long, slow, hungry pull that summoned her nectar from her deep hide in long flows straight onto his tongue.

Sienna cried out—"Nnnh—!"—making her back arch harder as the suction pulled at her most sensitive flesh. The sweet, clean taste of her flooded his mouth. He drank it down, tongue moving against the soft, soaked petals, gathering every drop of the clear essence that kept welling up for him.

Each deliberate draw made her thighs shake harder around his head.

Each slow drag of his tongue through her sacred wetness pulled another broken, helpless sound from her lips.

Phei did not rush.

He sealed his mouth over her divine flower again and again, drinking her sweetness while Goddess Fall Touch poured from his hands into the firm curves of her ass and hips, holding her open and raised for him.

Sienna’s rationality kept trying to surface—"this is too much, this is not proper, this is"—but every time it rose, his mouth pulled another wave of pleasure through her and the thought dissolved into another trembling moan:

"Ah... Phei... mmh—!"

Her nectar kept coming, warm and clear, and he took every bit of it, kissing and drawing upon her open, wet petals as if he intended to leave nothing behind.

He sealed his mouth over her again.

This time he gave her the full length of his tongue—flat, warm, and slow—dragging it from the very bottom of her soft entrance, up through the glistening inner petals, and over the swollen pearl of her clit in one long, continuous stroke.

The soft, wet heat of him parted her delicate folds as he went.

Sienna’s breath broke on a sharp "Hah...!"

Her thighs tried to close around his head, then trembled open again when he repeated the motion even slower, pressing firmer so she felt every inch of the warm, deliberate path he traced across her most private flesh.

He changed without warning:

His lips closed around her clit and stayed there, sealing the sensitive pearl of the goddess inside his mouth. The tip of his tongue began to circle it in tight, precise rings, then flicked in short, rapid strokes while he kept a soft, steady suction. Goddess Fall Touch poured directly from his hand into that single point of sacred nerve as he carassed it before removing the hand.

Sienna’s toned stomach tightened and fluttered before another broken sound left her. "Nnnh... Phei—wait... this is..."

The protest dissolved into another helpless moan as he drew more firmly, taking the swollen pearl deeper between his lips.

One of his hands moved again.

He spread her soft outer lips open with two fingers, exposing the vivid, wet pink of her inner petals completely, and licked deeper between them. Then those same two fingers slid inside her—slow, careful, curling upward against the front wall—while his mouth never left her clit.

The dual sensation made her hips jerk hard.

Goddess Fall Touch flared along his fingers, sinking deep into the silken walls of her sex, lighting every sensitive place inside her temple with a pleasure so sharp it bordered on divine cruelty... but with pleasure:

"Ah—! That’s— improper— mmh!"

Her voice was unsteady, the words half-formed and already failing. She looked down between her legs and could not look away. The sight of his head buried against her, of his mouth working her so openly, of his fingers disappearing into her sacred body, made something inside the Nether Goddess falter.

Her hands left the ice and buried themselves in his hair.

She did not push him away, instead her fingers tightened, and without meaning to she pulled him closer, pressing his mouth more firmly against her bloom.

His other hand rose and cupped one of her breasts, his thumb brushed the stiffened nipple in slow circles while Goddess Fall Touch bloomed under his palm. The combined sensations—his mouth on her clit, his fingers stroking deep inside her, his hand upon her breast—made her entire body tremble.

Her hips began rolling against his mouth without permission, small, helpless movements that pressed her wetter flesh harder against his tongue and pushed his fingers deeper into her.

He alternated the rhythm deliberately.

Soft, gentle suction for a few heartbeats, then deeper, more demanding draws that made her toes curl. Every time she began to adjust, he changed again—slower, faster, lighter, firmer—so she never found solid ground. The clear nectar of her essence spilled faster over his tongue and chin.

Inside her, his fingers curled and stroked in steady rhythm, Goddess Fall Touch flooding the deep walls of her pussy until every soft clench of her body around him sent fresh waves of sacred pleasure through her core.

He brought her right to the edge.

Her thighs shook harder.

Her breathing turned short and desperate. The soft, swollen folds of her sex fluttered around his fingers.

Just as her body began to tighten toward release, he slowed, softening the suction, almost withdrawing his tongue.

Sienna made a frustrated, needy sound. "Don’t... stop— please—"

The plea escaped before she could stop it. Her hands in his hair pulled him back down.

Phei answered by sealing his mouth over her once more and giving her everything at once.

Long flat strokes of his tongue, focused, rhythmic sucking upon her clit, his fingers moving inside her in deep, steady thrusts, Goddess Fall Touch pouring into both her swollen pearl and the sensitive walls that gripped him.

His free hand continued to play with her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in time with the movements of his mouth.

Phei lifted her higher by the firm supple curve of her ass so he could drink more deeply from her.

This time he did not stop.

Sienna’s back arched hard. Her hands fisted in his hair, pulling him harder against her as if she could no longer bear even a fraction of distance.

A high, broken cry left her as the orgasm took her—full-body, trembling, overwhelming.

Clear nectar gushed against his tongue in warm pulses and he stayed there, drinking, slurping it all and licking through every wave, swallowing her sweetness while the soft inner walls of her sacred sex clenched and fluttered wildly around his fingers.

Goddess Fall Touch kept radiating through those deep places, stretching the pleasure out until she was shaking and moaning without restraint, rationality finally silent, only sensation left.

He kept his mouth upon her until the last tremor passed, slow and thorough, tongue still moving gently through her soaked petals, fingers still stroking the sensitive walls inside her, as if he intended to claim every drop she had given him and every aftershock that followed.

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