My Taboo Harem! - Chapter 663 - 663: The Slave's Last Reward (r-18)

By hour two, Cassiopeia still wanted more and had asked once begged him to fuck her.

Phei shook his head again, gentle but firm.

He helped her into the leather chair with careful hands, guiding her to sit properly before crouching right in front of her with both hands he spread her thighs wider apart, opening her completely to his gaze and they parted obediently, the soft, sensitive inner flesh quivering under his warm touch.

Between them, her still begging pussy was flushed puffy little thing, it’s folds wet with arousal, her clit peeking out, begging for attention.

He leaned in slowly, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed, savoring her warm, sweet, intimate scent like it was the finest perfume. The simple act drew a soft, helpless whimper from deep in Cassiopeia’s throat as fresh heat flooded her body.

Phei reached up and teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her cream sweater he’d helped her in, rolling the hardened peaks between his fingers with slow, deliberate pressure until she arched into his touch with a shaky moan.

Then he leaned forward and placed a slow, lingering kiss directly on her pussy, his lips brushing her slick folds with tender reverence, tasting her arousal on his tongue.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmured against her, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, voice low and teasing. “We still have work to do about the fact that you can only take six inches of me. Can’t have my greedy little slave hurting herself, can we? I need you stretched and ready for me… properly.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small object.

It was a void ice construct — perfectly shaped like his own cock but noticeably shorter, the girth thick and heavy enough that Cassiopeia couldn’t close her palm around it even if she tried. The surface was smooth, cool to the touch, and faintly glowing with abyssal energy, pulsing softly like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Cassiopeia’s eyes widened with pure, delighted surprise. A bright, genuine smile broke across her flushed face, the dragon mark between her brows pulsing with soft blue light that grew steadily brighter.

“Master… you made this for me?” she whispered, her voice full of wonder and happiness. “You really thought about me like that?”

She leaned forward eagerly and kissed him, pouring every bit of her gratitude and lingering need into the kiss. Her hands cupped his face tenderly, thumbs brushing his cheeks as if she couldn’t believe he had done something so thoughtful just for her.

Phei smiled against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her with dark amusement and affection.

“Of course I did. We keep this inside you, okay? Your last reward for today. Something thick and cool to stretch and fill that needy little hole while you wait for the real thing. It’ll keep my eager little slave nice and full until I decide you’re ready for more.”

Cassiopeia’s happiness bloomed even brighter, her eyes sparkling with pure joy and submission.

She nodded quickly, spreading her thick thighs even wider for him, knees falling open shamelessly as she leaned back in the chair and looked at him with pure, worshipful pleading.

“Please, Master… put it in me. I want it so badly. I’ll be so good for you. I promise I’ll wait patiently after this.”

Phei’s smile darkened with satisfaction as he held the thick void ice construct in his hand, slowly positioning the cool, girthy head between her spread legs.

He rubbed it gently against her slick folds, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate circles, watching her hips twitch and her thighs tremble with anticipation.

“That’s my perfect slave,” he murmured, voice rich with praise. “Look at you… spreading so wide for your reward. So eager. So obedient.”

He continued teasing her for a few more moments, pressing the thick head against her entrance without pushing in yet, letting her feel the cool girth and the promise of fullness. Cassiopeia whimpered softly, her hands gripped the edges of the chair, the dragon mark between her brows glowing brighter with every second of anticipation.

Phei leaned in closer, brushing his lips against her inner thigh in a soft kiss before looking up at her with dark, loving eyes.

“Deep breath, sweetheart. Let Master take care of you.”

Phei’s smile darkened with satisfaction as he held the thick void ice construct in his hand, slowly positioning the cool, girthy head between her shamelessly spread legs.

“Deep breath, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice low and rich with command. “Let Master take care of you.”

Cassiopeia obeyed instantly, her thighs spread even wider apart, knees falling open like a whore in heat as she leaned back against the leather chair.

Her pussy was on full, obscene display — flushed a deep, desperate pink, the outer lips puffy and swollen from hours of teasing, weeping with thick, glossy strands of her arousal that clung between her folds like sticky webs.

The delicate inner lips had parted on their own, revealing the slick, shiny entrance that clenched and fluttered visibly with every shaky breath she took. Her clit was fully engorged throbbing pearl peeking out from its hood, twitching and pulsing in the open air like it was begging to be ruined.

Long, messy strings of her juice stretched from her outer lips to her inner thighs, catching the amber light and making her cunt look impossibly wet, sloppy, and ready to be stretched.

He pressed the blunt, cool head of the void ice construct against her entrance.

The contrast was brutal as the smooth, chilled girth met her burning-hot, dripping pussy. Cassiopeia gasped sharply, her hands flying up to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as her hips twitched forward instinctively.

Phei rubbed the thick head up and down her slit in slow, deliberate strokes, coating every inch of the toy with her slick. Her puffy outer lips parted obscenely around the cool crown, clinging wetly and stretching thin as he teased her entrance.

Each slow pass made her inner folds invert slightly, the delicate pink flesh folding outward in glistening, slick petals before sucking back in with a wet schlick.

Her swollen clit dragged along the smooth surface, sending sharp jolts through her body that made her thick thighs quake harder.

“Master… please…” she breathed, voice trembling with raw need.

He pushed forward.

The thick head breached her entrance with a loud, wet pop. Her pussy lips stretched wide around the massive girth, the outer folds blooming open like a hungry mouth as they clung desperately to the cool toy.

The inner lips inverted visibly, turning outward in a slick, glistening ring that hugged every inch of the invading shaft. Fresh slick gushed out around the toy, coating the thick length in shiny rivulets that ran down her slit and dripped onto her thick thighs in messy trails.

Cassiopeia moaned loudly, the sound raw and broken. “Oh god… Master… it’s so thick…”

Phei kept the pace torturously slow, feeding her another inch. Her pussy stretched beautifully around the cool girth, the inner walls visibly rippling and fluttering as they tried to accommodate the heavy intrusion.

More wetness seeped out around the cock, thick and glossy, dripping steadily down her ass crack and soaking the leather seat beneath her. The dragon mark between her brows flared brighter, pulsing in time with every inch that sank deeper.

He paused when half the toy was buried inside her, letting her feel the brutal stretch, the icy fullness pressing against her walls. Her pussy lips were wrapped so tightly around the shaft they looked strained and puffy, the stretched ring of flesh gleaming wetly.

He gave her a moment, then pushed again, watching her inner folds cling and invert as the toy slid deeper, forcing her open even wider.

Cassiopeia’s moans turned into desperate, broken whimpers. She gripped his shoulders harder, pulling him closer, her thick thighs shaking violently around him. “Master… it’s stretching me so much… I feel so fucking full already…”

Phei leaned in and kissed her inner thigh softly, then looked up at her with dark, hungry eyes. “That’s it, my perfect little slave. Take every inch. Look how beautifully your greedy cunt is stretching for me.”

He gave one final, steady push.

The last three inches of the thick void ice construct sank fully inside her with a loud, obscene squelch. Her pussy lips closed around the base, clinging tightly, the stretched inner folds pulsing visibly around the girth.

A thick gush of her arousal leaked out around the toy, running in shiny rivers down her ass crack and pooling on the seat.

Cassiopeia let out a long, shuddering moan, her entire body trembling as she clenched hard around the thick intruder. The dragon mark between her brows blazed with bright blue light, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Phei kept his hand on the base of the toy, holding it deep inside her, letting her feel every thick, cool inch stretching her walls.

“There we go,” he whispered, voice full of dark praise. “All the way in. Such a perfect little slave for Master.”

He didn’t move it yet — just let her adjust to the full, stretching fullness while his other hand gently stroked her trembling thigh, soothing the quivering flesh.