My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 661 - 661: Cola and Spanks (r-18)
“Can I get more, Master? I’m BEGGING you.”
Phei laughed gave her ass a possessive squeeze his fingers sinking deep into the cola-wet yielding supple flesh until it bulged obscenely between them like warm dough being claimed.
The heavy globe felt firm in his grip yet also soft and warm and impossibly plush, before he released it with a sharp, affectionate pat that made the entire cheek ripple and settle with a lewd bounce.
“Up here, my good girl.”
His voice was dark velvet as he guided her with steady commanding hands pulling her fully across his lap until her upper body rested comfortably on the wide leather seat beside him and her thighs draped heavily over his own.
The position elevated her spectacular ass perfectly—high, helpless, and shamelessly presented the twin mounds pushed upward like a lavish offering on a platter.
Her knees bent slightly, toes barely brushing the carpet, leaving her utterly supported yet completely exposed with her back arched deep, spine dipped in a graceful curve that thrust her glorious backside even higher into the air.
Nothing shielded her from his onslaughter…
Just her bare, glistening, cola-wet ass and those powerful thighs resting over his lap like the most decadent gift he had ever received.
She wants more? She’ll then get more!
Phei’s hand turned at once, broad palm claiming one heavy cheek with a firm, possessive squeeze.
The supple flesh spilled between his spread fingers, warm and heavy and impossibly soft, overflowing his grip as if her body had been made to fill his hands.
He alternated between deep, kneading gropes and rhythmic spanking, starting slow and measured so she could feel every single sensation.
He poured more of that cola and repeated the broad open-palmed slaps—firm, steady strikes using the flat of his hand that landed across the fullest, meatiest part of each cheek with a crisp, wet crack.
The cola made every impact sharper, louder, and crack with her skin gleaming brighter with each strike as visible ripples surged through the heavy globes like waves across warm silk. He kept the rhythm steady, left cheek, right cheek, watching her magnificent ass bounce and wobble hypnotically with every blow.
“Mmmh—!” Cassiopeia moaned, low and needy and in pleasure as her Master gave her exactly what she begged for the sound vibrating through her entire body.
Then he switched to the edge of his hand, delivering slightly sharper and more focused spanks along the sensitive lower curve where her ass met her thick thighs… each made her jolt and whimper, the softer underside compressing deeply before springing back with a heavy, hypnotic bounce that sent fresh ripples cascading upward.
He added quick fingertip flurries—light, stinging bursts that peppered the outer swells and made the plush flesh dance and quiver rapidly, each tiny slap leaving faint pink blooms across her pale skin.
Every few strikes he paused to grope and spread her ass digging his fingers deep into the plush meat, pulling one heavy cheek wide apart to expose the shadowed, glistening cleft and the tiny, puckered rosebud hidden there.
He let her feel the cool air kiss her most intimate places before releasing the globe, watching it settle back into place with a lewd, jiggling slap of flesh on flesh.
He kneaded the tender undersides where ass met thigh, pinching the soft, yielding flesh lightly between his fingers, then soothing it with long, firm strokes that made her hips twitch and her soaked pussy clench visibly against his thigh.
The cabin filled with the wet, rhythmic symphony of skin meeting skin—crack… crack… crack—each impact sending fresh jolts of heat and pleasure-pain straight to her core, her cola-slick ass growing pinker, hotter, and more obscenely glistening with every possessive strike.
Cassiopeia’s voice cracked into a desperate, trembling whimper. “Ahh… Master…”
Her moans swelled into raw and unguarded sounds as her thick thighs quivered violently over his lap. Every firm slap and deep squeeze sent her rocking helplessly against him, her soaked pussy grinding shamelessly along his thigh, leaving warm, slick trails of her arousal on the fabric of his pants.
She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so achingly seen—more than she had anticipated for this second round. Her body was no longer her own secret shame, but something she wanted him to claim, to mark, and to play with if he wished to.
Phei reached for the glass of dark cola once more.
This time he tilted it with deliberate slowness, letting the icy stream pour directly onto her elevated ass. The cold liquid splashed across both massive cheeks in a shimmering cascade, flooding the deep cleft and racing down in glossy rivulets over every lush, heated curve.
It soaked her flushed skin, making the generous mounds glisten obscenely under the warm amber light, turning her ass into a wet, gleaming masterpiece of soft, quivering flesh that trembled with every breath she took.
He spread her cheeks wide with both hands, thumbs pressing gently into the plush flesh to hold the heavy mounds apart.
The cola trickled deeper, cooling her tight little rosebud and dripping onto her swollen, dripping pussy lips in cool, teasing drops. For a long, deliberate heartbeat he simply held her open like that—letting her feel the vulnerability, the exposure, the trust she was placing in him.
Then he released her with a sharp, wet slap, letting the plush globes clap together heavily, sending cola spraying in tiny droplets and making her entire ass jiggle and settle with a lewd, hypnotic bounce.
“Nngh—! It’s so cold… Master, please— I want MORE!” she gasped, voice breaking on a shaky sob of overwhelmed pleasure.
Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and need, but beneath it was something deeper—relief, safety, the dizzying joy of being handled like something precious and filthy at the same time. Her hips twitched, pushing her ass higher, openly craving the next touch.
The intensity built like a slow-burning fuse. Phei returned to firmer, rhythmic spanking—solid, open-palmed strikes that landed with crisp, wet CRACKS across the fullest, meatiest parts of her cheeks.
Her ass bounced harder now, the heavy flesh rippling and wobbling beautifully with every impact, the cola making each slap louder, wetter, more obscene.
He mixed in quicker bursts, alternating between the flat of his palm and stinging fingertip flurries that left her supple cheeks trembling continuously, soft pink blooms spreading across the pale skin like erotic war paint.
“Ahh—! Yes—harder, Master—please!” Cassiopeia moaned, voice cracking with raw pleasure.
She was pushing back into every strike now, her massive ass jiggling and bouncing eagerly, clearly loving the way the sting melted into throbbing heat between her thighs.
Between sets he would dig his fingers deep into the plush meat, lifting and kneading the generous mounds as if memorizing their weight and warmth for himself.
He’d then spread one cheek wide again, exposing the glistening cleft and the way her tight little hole fluttered under the cool liquid, before letting the heavy globe fall back into place with a filthy, jiggling slap.
His free hand stroked soothing circles along her lower back, a silent reminder that he was right there—holding her, cherishing her, never letting her fall.
“You’re the best slave I can ever ask for, Cass,” he murmured, voice low and warm with genuine praise that wrapped around her like a blanket.
Of course, there was another candidate known as Consort, but hey, her turn would come.
“Aunt your perfect ass looks so greedy… so soft and heavy and it’s all mine. You’re so beautiful like this, Cassiopeia. I definitely could watch you tremble for me all night.”
“Mmmh—! Thank you, Master—more, please, I love it—” she whimpered, the words spilling out broken and desperate, her thick thighs quivering uncontrollably as she arched her back deeper, offering herself even more shamelessly.
Maybe it was still hard to believe his fearsome was indeed his slave and the way she acted with him made him sometimes forget what she really was.
Nah! Let’s not ruin the moment with useless thoughts.
