My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 777: Flawless Mask of Serenity

The first delicious irregularity slipped into the construct’s flawless stillness like a lover’s fingers sneaking under the tablecloth directly plunging into her pussy — that perfect, obedient hush a woman only truly endures and clench to not make a noise, the instant the fingers decide to ruin her in the most hard and beautiful way possible.

The pulse owed nothing to her racing heartbeat and nothing to her carefully measured breath. By filthy, merciless logic, it belonged entirely to the thick void-ice cock her Master had shaped, blessed, and buried obscenely deep inside her soaked pussy almost two torturous days earlier.

It was the small, deliberate pulse of Phei’s creation in her pussy now, not his fingers, that throbbed deep inside her cunt, pressing against the most intimate, greedy walls with wicked intent.

’Oh wonderful,’ Cassiopeia thought. ’Just what every daughter needs before tea with her mother: a distance-controlled reminder that her cunt is now controlled by her Master.’

She set her teacup down on the saucer with a fraction too much care, praying the delicate porcelain wouldn’t rat her out for the slow, traitorous heat building between her thighs.

The pulse returned again but slower and heavier this time, confirming its filthy sovereignty as it stretched her pussy open around it with lazy possession. Then her diaphragm gave a tiny flutter it had never been taught, and the construct hummed in vibration — a single low resonance, brief and almost tasteful, like Phei, wherever he was, was now clearing his throat across an ocean before he starts properly wrecking her.

Cassiopeia’s spine arched sharply in her chair.

’Master.’

The Mark on her answered with the lazy, smug warmth as if Phei was waking from a well-earned afternoon nap.

Like he... had found her exactly where he’d left her — cunt stuffed full of his toy, exquisitely trained, trapped in the very drawing room she dreaded most — and decided, with that unhurried sovereign amusement she was shamefully addicted to, that this would be how he announced himself that he was awaken now.

And he did so not with a knock. No polite warning.

Just that cool, massive girth now pulsing between her thighs and laying its heavy, possessive weight against her cervix like a king reclaiming his favorite wet throne.

It had been inside her the whole time, but it was just filling her pussy up and nothing else, but not anymore... as soon as her mother arrived it had also come alive.

Like both her mother and Phei just so happed to coincidentally act at once.

’Fantastic. My Master’s version of a polite hello is turning my pussy into a vibrating traitor right before my mother. How romantic.’

As he’d heard her thought it also began to vibrate in earnest.

It vibrated with cruel focus, hunting down the swollen pearl of her clitoris through the toy’s firm base and stroking it with the patient, unrelenting insistence of a Master determined to ruin his slave’s afternoon tea from halfway across the world.

It was slow vibration, then it started vibrating on and off like she was doing Kegels but with his huge cold cock in her pussy.

It vibrated once, then of, vibrated twice and off, after reaching three times, it went back to one, each stop making her pussy clench around it.

Across the coffee table, Madeleine Maxton lowered herself into the opposite antique-like armchair with the fluid grace like she a predator settling in for civilized sport.

She adjusted the rope of pearls at her throat with practiced precision in her graceful hot GILF hands.

Inside her own skull, Cassiopeia was screaming in pleasure and the risk of what would happen if she came right now, in front of her mother.

Her face, forged through years of merciless Maxton training and she finally achieved a flawless mask of serenity.

"You look well, darling." Her mother broke the pregnant silence.

"I feel well, mother."

"Hell’s Paradise has agreed with you, then." Madeleine took a delicate sip. "Or someone there has been keeping you thoroughly occupied."

’If only you knew, Mother, if only you knew. Someone is keeping me occupied so thoroughly right before you I might need to be mopped off this chair later.’

"Hell’s Paradise has kept me rather busy, mother." Cassiopeia lifted her cup with the desperate elegance; it was as hard as trying to balancing it on a razor’s edge, because it had thrusted deep in her pussy, mid-vibration she instantly arched her back forward.

"You’ll forgive my fatigue. The flight."

"Of course, darling. Of course." Madeleine folded her hands with effortless poise. "We won’t keep you long. Your father has been buried in reports for hours. I thought I would steal you for tea before he begins his own interrogation."

Cassiopeia smiled, and for one treacherous heartbeat the expression felt genuinely warm — some rebellious corner of her heart offering real affection to the woman currently presiding over her slow, exquisite public defilement.

The construct immediately deepened its filthy rhythm, pressing the thick, cool cock harder against that devastating spot deep inside her, he had mapped with obsessive, sinful care... vibrating the tip of the cock-head agains that spot.

Beneath the civilized drape of her skirt, her thighs clenched.

The clench betrayed her spectacularly, driving the massive toy deeper, forcing it to grind mercilessly against her swollen clit up her pussy, until her soaked pussy fluttered and clenched greedily around the invading vibrating length. Her thighs began to tremble faintly in the hidden chaos beneath her skirt — the ridiculous, humiliating shake of a woman while cunt was being remotely fucked by her Master while she sat across from her own mother, discussing family matters over antique porcelain.

’Marvelous,’ her brain stuttered with dark amusement but pleasure she was feeling was undeniable. ’The perfect Maxton daughter, about to cream herself on an heirloom chair while talking about Sienna. This is peak mother-daughter bonding.’

Madeleine lifted the teapot with serene grace. "More tea, darling?"

"Please, mother."

The words came out almost perfectly composed, yet Cassiopeia heard the tiny cracked whimper hiding beneath them.

She covered it with a delicate clearing of her throat.

Madeleine didn’t appear to notice.

Of course she had noticed everything. She had run this household like a velvet-gloved dictatorship for forty years plus, and her sharp mind was already dissecting every subtle shift across the table like a surgeon enjoying her work.

At that exact, mortifying moment, the first thick drop of Cassiopeia’s juice slipped from between her swollen lips, tracing a hot, shameful trail down her inner thigh before soaking silently into the fabric below which she cleaned by rubbing her thighs together.

The most give away was perhaps the scent of her wetness.

She accepted her tea with a hand that forced steady than she deserved.

The first ten minutes passed in polite questions about the family.

Sienna? How is she? You spent the most time with her.

Cassiopeia gave the expected answers — Sienna is unchanged, mother;Sienna is still gloriously herself; she doesn’t waste affection but spends it with ruthless efficiency when she bothers at all and all other questions of a worried grandmother — all while the void-ice cock settled into a slow, devastating rhythm designed to drag her relentlessly toward the edge of climax right there in her mother’s drawing room.

The sheer absurdity of it nearly made her laugh: the perfect Maxton daughter fighting not to soak the antique chair while making civilized conversation.

’If I come right now I’m going to have to fake a medical emergency. Or spontaneous combustion. Either works.’

She sent a furious vow to Phei: if this infernal thing made her come here, she would beg for a punishment so vicious he’d need to invent entirely new torments. And he answered with nothing but warm, thoroughly entertained amusement, making the ice so cold and making it vibrate so hard and causing a tremor in her pussy.

’Of course you’re laughing, you sadistic bastard.’ She fought the urge to laugh.

The construct promptly discovered an even crueler gear of vibration while swelling and thinning in size.

Her nipples, which had shown admirable restraint until now, suddenly hardened into obvious, traitorous peaks that strained shamelessly against the thin silk of her charcoal blouse, announcing her arousal like two desperate beacons.

Madeleine’s gaze flicked briefly across her daughter’s flushed collarbone before sliding away, saying nothing, simply filing the detail away with quiet satisfaction.

"And Victoria?" Madeleine continued smoothly, as if her daughter’s cunt weren’t currently being ravaged across the coffee table. "She has been so distant lately. She hasn’t answered my texts in weeks. I had hoped — given how much time you’ve been spending with Phei, and how he is now her cousin in ways that matter far more than before — that perhaps Victoria —"

"Victoria is in love with him, mother."

The temperature in the elegant room dropped like a blade.

Madeleine’s teacup paused mid-air for the barest fraction of a second. "Oh? That in love?"

"That in love, mother."

"Hm." she gave a small sip. The cup returned to its saucer. "She used to believes herself subtle." A faint, razor-sharp smile curved her lips. "She is not."

"She is not, mother."

"And he has been —"

"He has been kind to her, mother, given everything she did to him."

A patient smile played on her lips.

"Kind."

"Genuinely kind, mother. Without taking advantage." Cassiopeia kept her voice steady even as the construct gave her dripping cunt a slow, possessive squeeze. "Which, given Victoria’s disposition and the fact that she is currently getting him a gift to soften her landing, is a level of restraint I had not previously credited to a seventeen-year-old boy."

’Oh, the fucking irony could choke a nun,’ she thought. ’I’m out here praising his saintly self-control while he’s fucking me right now with a fat void-ice cock; turning my pussy into a sloppy, vibrating disaster right under my mother’s nose.’