My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 543 - 543: Tiamat Claim—Phei's Claim (r-18)

Just then, while she was lost in the first violent shiver that ripped through her core and about to come—her pussy clamping down like a velvet fist around his cock, walls spasming in frantic, rhythmic waves that milked him from root to tip, dragging thick cream out in frothy white rings—Phei closed his eyes and knew.

This was the moment.

The exact heartbeat where her climax shattered every defense she had left.

The precise second her soul cracked open under the unbearable weight of endless, blinding pleasure. If he let her come—if he let her ride out the orgasm and catch even one ragged breath—Cassiopeia would bind him.

The bracelet on her wrist would flare with cold silver light, her will would snap into place like a guillotine, and he would become nothing but an empty vessel: obedient an empty perfect hollow shell with no desires of his own.

He wasn’t going to let that happen.

As the first hot gush of her squirt exploded out of her—a released dam breaking wide, spraying in powerful, rhythmic jets against his stomach and chest—Phei struck.

His hand shot between their sweat-slick bodies. Two of his fingers cramped around her engorged clit like a vise—pinching the swollen, throbbing bud so hard her scream fractured into a high, broken wail and a dam of her juice bust from her pussy—while his thumb began flicking it with blinding, merciless speed.

The Goddess Fall Touch turned every stroke into white-hot lightning that arced straight through her nervous system, making her clit jump and pulse violently against the pad of his thumb, swelling impossibly larger, darker, leaking clear fluid that mixed with the thick cream already coating his fingers.

At the same instant his mouth latched onto her left nipple—sucking so brutally his cheeks hollowed, teeth grazing the sensitive peak while his tongue lashed it in vicious, rapid flutters that made the heavy globe tremble and bounce in his mouth.

Her breast filled his mouth completely—soft weight spilling over his tongue, nipple throbbing against the roof of his mouth as he drew hard enough to make her sob into the air.

His other hand cramped deeper into her ass cheek—fingers bruising the soft, reddened flesh, spreading her wide as he growled against her skin, voice low and dark and final:

“Tiamat Claim.”

The words weren’t spoken.

They were unleashed.

Inside her convulsing pussy, deep where no one could see, a draconic mark ignited—Phei’s Tame Mark blazing to life in molten gold and crimson.

It started at the very depths of her core, right where his thick cock stretched her widest and the end of her pussy walls, and began to burn upward—a coiling dragon of fire and shadow searing through her inner walls, scorching every ridge and fold as it climbed.

Cassiopeia felt it—not as pain, but as overwhelming invasion of pleasure before her soul bucked once, fierce and final, a desperate flare of resistance that tasted like iron and fear in the back of her mind.

Then the dragon wrapped tighter around her soul.

None of them could see it but they felt it at once!

Chains of golden flame snapped into existence around her essence—cold, unbreakable—locking her soul to his in place. Memories flickered and dissolved and even those of the bracelet she’d intended to snap around his wrist.

All of it burned away in seconds, replaced by one singular truth: she belonged to him.

Her body exploded into even more violent convulsions of pleasure.

Her thighs clamped around his hips so hard the muscles stood out in sharp, quivering cords, trembling like over-strung wire about to snap.

Her toes curled inward until they cramped painfully, heels digging into his lower back with bruising force as her legs kicked and jerked in erratic, helpless spasms—knees buckling inward then snapping outward again, thighs slapping wetly against his sides in rhythmic tremors that matched every pulse of her squirt.

Her ass cheeks—already red and swollen from slaps—clapped against his thighs in wild, involuntary twitches with every full-body shudder, the fat globes rippling and bouncing uncontrollably.

Her hips bucked forward and back in tiny, frantic jerks—pure reflex now—making her pussy flutter and clamp around his cock in endless, milking contractions that dragged creamy arousal out in frothy white rings.

Each spasm sent fresh shockwaves rolling up her spine—her lower back arching so violently it lifted her breasts off his chest, tits heaving and bouncing wildly, dark nipples swollen and trembling with every convulsion that tore through her torso.

Her stomach muscles clenched and released in rapid, visible waves—rippling under her skin like something alive was trying to escape.

Her ribs shuddered with every ragged, gasping breath she managed to drag in before another wail tore free.

Her shoulders jerked forward then back, arms flailing blindly until her fingers found his hair again—clawing, yanking, twisting strands so hard she nearly ripped them out as her whole upper body convulsed in sync with the endless spasms below.

The squirt didn’t just gush—it erupted in endless, uncontrollable waves.

Hot, clear jets of juice shot out in powerful, rhythmic pulses—spraying against his stomach in forceful arcs that splattered up to his chest, soaking his abs, running in thick rivers down his sides, drenching his balls and pooling beneath them in a spreading, warm flood that soaked the sheets dark and sticky.

Each pulse made her inner walls ripple harder—velvety ridges spasming and squeezing his shaft like a living fist trying to milk every drop from him.

Her pussy lips fluttered open and closed around his cock with every contraction—puffy outer lips stretched thin and white, inner petals flushed dark rose and quivering—pushing out more slick in hot, rhythmic squirts that sprayed outward in messy, uncontrolled arcs.

Her back arched so violently it lifted her breasts off his chest again—tits heaving and bouncing wildly, dark nipples swollen and dark from his earlier sucking, trembling with every convulsion that rolled through her torso.

Her head thrashed side to side—hair whipping across her face, sticking to sweat-slick cheeks—mouth stretched impossibly wide in a continuous, broken scream that fractured into high, animalistic wails:

“MASTER—MASTER—MASTER—AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!”

Her eyes had rolled back completely—turned ghostly white, pupils vanished, lids fluttering like broken wings as tears streamed from the corners in steady rivers.

Her tongue lolled slightly against her lower lip, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth and dripping onto the sheets beneath her cheek. Every muscle in her face twitched—cheeks spasming, brows furrowing then relaxing in erratic waves, jaw trembling as another guttural wail tore free.

The dragon mark burned brighter inside her—coiling upward through her core, searing along her spine, racing toward the space between her eyebrows.

She didn’t feel the pain. The pleasure was too much—it drowned everything else.

Every time her pussy clenched around him, the dragon tightened its grip. Every squirt fed the flames. Her soul bucked one last time—desperate, fading—then surrendered completely as the chains locked into place.

Phei felt the snap—the moment her will was chained to his and her soul to his soul eternally—and a chill ran through him like ice water.

The mark between her brows flared gold, the chained figure inside the dragon so perfectly rendered it looked like a photograph etched in fire.

He could see her surrender in every line: the exact tremble of her lip, the way her wrists strained against invisible bonds, the curve of her hip identical to the body now convulsing on his cock.

It was cruelly, heartbreakingly detailed—proof that she was his in a way no one else ever would be.

She was lost.

Eyes white.

Mouth wide.

Body convulsing.

Squirt gushing in endless, hot jets.

Mark burning.

Soul claimed.

And still—still—she rode him.

Shaking.

Coming.

Screaming MASTER.

Endlessly lost in pleasure.

Phei never stopped.

His fingers stayed cramped around her clit—pinching the swollen bud like a vise, thumb flicking it at blinding speed while two fingers rolled and tugged in vicious circles.

His mouth sucked her nipple harder—teeth grazing, tongue lashing the peak in brutal flutters.

His other hand cramped deeper into her ass cheek—fingers bruising the soft flesh, spreading her wide as he kept slamming up into her spasming heat. His cock pistoned relentlessly—thick, veined shaft stretching her open with every thrust, dragging her creamy arousal out in frothy white rings that coated him completely.

Her whole body rattled like she was being electrocuted—teeth chattering, limbs jerking in uncoordinated spasms, ass cheeks quivering under his grip, pussy gushing in hot, rhythmic jets that sprayed with every convulsion.

Her cries turned into guttural, reverent growls—each one ripping from her throat like a prayer she couldn’t stop.

“M-MASTER— MASTER— MORE— PLEASE—AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH—!!!”

She was his.