My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 233 - 233: Princess's Dream 2 (r-18)

Phei straightened behind her, hands leaving her burning, spanked ass only long enough to grip the waistband of his pants in a white-knuckled fist. One brutal, downward shove and they dropped to his ankles—kicked away violently, fabric slapping the floor as he stepped out bare, fully exposed, cock bobbing heavy and free.

Maddie twisted her head, desperate to see.

His body hit her first—broad, carved slabs of muscle flaring like wings, lats thick and corded, traps bulging high, every line etched deep and shining with sweat under the kitchen lights.

Sierra feasted at his sight from behind.

The deep groove of his spine ran straight down to the most perfect, powerful male ass: firm globes flexing hard as he shifted, dimples carved at the base where muscle met glute, skin taut and glistening.

The whole body was a weapon now—shoulders impossibly wider, arms hot-thick yet looked so soft and gentle with soft lines of veins snaking down biceps, every inch radiating raw, godlike strength that made her pussy clench and leak.

Maddie’s eyes grew in anticipation, watching his front.

The Dragon Rod sprang into full view—twelve inches of thick, veined crimson fury, flushed dark purple-red and throbbing with scorching heat, the flared crown bloated and glossy, a fat, constant rope of pre-come oozing from the slit in a slow, heavy drip that stretched and snapped against his thigh.

It bobbed heavy between his legs—so thick it looked obscene, veins glowing faintly with that inner fire, one massive ridge pulsing along the underside, balls drawn tight and full, hanging heavy beneath.

Maddie’s breath stopped dead.

She pushed up from the counter—tits dragging raw across marble, nipples scraping fire—turning fully toward him, eyes wide and feral, lips parted on a wrecked gasp.

Her trembling fingers reached out—tracing reverently over the sweat-slick planes of his chest first, palms gliding over the hard slabs of pec that flexed under her touch, thumbs circling his flat nipples until they hardened.

Down the deep valleys between each ab—counting silently, nails scraping lightly—one, two, three, four, five, six—then lingering on the emerging seventh and eighth, skin taut and hot, promising more.

“How… overnight… you’re a fucking god now…” she whispered, voice hoarse and shaking with pure awe and starving hunger.

She didn’t care how.

Not anymore.

Wonder burned away in seconds, replaced by insane need.

“Rail me,” she rasped, whipping her head to lock eyes with Sierra on the couch—who was already recording on her phone, thighs clamped tight, pupils blown, free hand buried between her legs rubbing furiously.

“Rail me so fucking hard I forget how to walk. Break my cunt with that monster cock. You…” She turned to Sierra. “Record everything. Every fucking inch of us… him railing my pussy!”

Sierra’s only answer was a low, needy moan, camera already at work.

Maddie spun back to the counter—dropping her torso flat in one desperate slam, heavy tits crushing and spreading against cold marble, nipples grinding raw—ass lifting high and eager. Phei’s hands returned instantly—clamping her scarlet, spanked cheeks in a brutal, spreading grip, thumbs digging into, forcing her open mercilessly wide.

Her pussy glistened obscenely—swollen outer lips flushed deep crimson, inner folds dark pink and dripping thick cream in heavy strings down her thighs, entrance clenching hungrily around nothing, clit a throbbing, shiny berry pulsing visibly, asshole winking above in the stretch.

The pink-crimson head of his Dragon Rod nudged her soaked folds once—scorching hot, smearing her slick up the shaft—then pressed forward, spreading her entrance wide, the flared crown stretching her rim thin and white around the dark, veined girth, cream already frothing at the contact.

He held her like that—spread brutally, impaled on just the head, her pussy lips stretched obscenely around the bloated tip, squirt and slick leaking in fresh gushes down his shaft and balls.

Maddie whimpered—pushing back desperately, trying to take more, ass shaking in his grip—but he held her pinned, controlling every second.

Sierra’s camera caught it all—the obscene view of her ruined, spanked ass framed by his brutal hands, pussy stretched impossibly around just the crown, cream coating the veined monster, her body trembling violently in anticipation.

Phei leaned over her—chest to her back, mouth at her ear—voice low and feral.

“Beg for it one more time, Whitmore Princess.”

Maddie broke.

“Please—fuck me—wreck me—split me open with that huge cock—make me yours—”

Phei’s hands spread her scarlet cheeks even wider—fingers sinking brutally deep into the burning, welted flesh, thumbs hooking under the curve to pry her open like a ripe fruit, exposing every obscene detail.

Her asshole winked and clenched above, pink and tight; her pussy lips—swollen dark rose, puffy and glistening—parted wide on their own, inner folds flushed crimson and dripping thick cream in heavy strings that stretched and snapped between her thighs.

The Dragon Rod—twelve inches of thick, flushed pink-crimson fury—throbbed heavily at her entrance, the fat crown already kissing her soaked lips, pre-come mixing with her slick in a slow, viscous rope that dripped from the slit down the underside, coating the bulging veins in shiny gloss.

The shaft pulsed angrily—veins glowing faint inner heat, the massive underside ridge standing out like a cable, side veins twisting and jumping with every heartbeat.

He pressed forward.

The flared crown nudged her folds apart—slow, deliberate torment. Her pussy lips stretched thin and white around the girth, pink flesh blooming outward obscenely, clinging desperately to the crimson head as it forced its way in.

A wet, filthy schlick rang out as the ridge breached her rim—her entrance snapping tight behind the crown like a greedy mouth, gripping the invading shaft in a vice of velvet heat.

Maddie’s walls fluttered helplessly—convulsing around the intrusion, trying to adjust and failing against the sheer, monstrous size. A fresh gush of slick flooded out, squirting around the crown in hot pulses.

Inch by agonizing inch.

Thick veins dragged against her sensitive inner walls—every raised ridge catching and scraping, pulsing scorching heat deeper as the shaft tunneled in.

Eight inches speared inside—stretching her wider than physics should allow, her puffy lips dragged inward with the intrusion, frothing thick white cream at the base where her body hit its brutal limit.

The untouched four inches remained outside—crimson, veined, glistening with her arousal and his pre-come, mocking her stretched, gaping hole.

He pulled back—slow, cruel—crimson shaft emerging inch by slick inch, veins glowing hotter, dragging her clinging lips outward in obscene petals, thick ropes of cream and squirt stretching and snapping from the retreating girth.

Then slammed forward again.

“AHHHHHHH— PHEI—”

Eight inches disappeared in one brutal, bone-jarring thrust—crown kissing her cervix hard, veins pulsing visible fire against her spasming walls. Her pussy convulsed violently, squirting clear in forceful jets around the burning girth, flooding out in messy arcs down his heavy balls, splattering his thighs and the floor in hot puddles.

Out—crimson retreating glossy and ruined, lips clinging desperate, cream frothing thicker.

In—merciless, stretching her to breaking, veins dragging raw fire across every oversensitive nerve, crown battering her deepest spot.

Again.

Pink-crimson cock pistoning relentlessly—entering deep, filling her completely to the hilt on every savage stroke, veins throbbing visible heat inside her, the underside ridge grinding her front wall without mercy.

Exiting slick and shining, dragging froth in long, sticky strings that snapped and splattered.

Her pussy stretched thin and obscene around the impossible girth—lips puffy and red-raw, gripping desperately with every withdrawal, blooming outward on every re-entry. Squirting endlessly—no relief, no mercy—hot jets hosing his shaft, his balls, the counter, the floor in a growing lake of her surrender.

Just the Dragon claiming her.

Over and over and over—fast, raw, unstoppable—until her screams turned to broken sobs, until her body shook uncontrollably, until her mind shattered into nothing but the feel of that massive, veined cock owning every inch of her soul.

And he still wasn’t done.