Transmigrated Young Master's Yandere Harem

Sophia’s hazel eyes darkened with pure desire as she heard his sweet voice. Her full, glossy lips curved into a smile.

Without breaking eye contact, her smooth white palm slowly wrapped around the thick, throbbing base of Azael’s massive cock. Her fingers couldn’t quite close all the way around his impressive huge girth, the velvety-hot skin pulsing wildly against her touch.

"Mmm... so heavy... so hard already. It’s so huge... I never saw anything so big," she purred, her voice low and dripping with lust.

She slid her hand slowly upward, squeezing gently, feeling every bulging vein and the way his shaft twitched in her grip. When she reached the swollen, glistening tip, she twisted her wrist teasingly, her thumb gliding over the sensitive slit and spreading the fresh bead of precum that leaked out in a shiny string.

Azael’s head fell back against the sofa with a deep, guttural moan. "Ahh... fuck... Sophia..."

She stroked back down to the base with the same torturously slow, sensual rhythm, her hand gliding smoothly along the entire length, coating him in his own slick precum until his cock shone obscenely under the soft lights. Up and down she went, each stroke deliberate, loving, worshipping every thick inch of him.

Azael’s right hand moved to the thin spaghetti strap of her crimson gown on the other shoulder. He tugged it down slowly. He had already tugged down the other strap. Then he started to peel the luxurious fabric lower and lower until both of her heavy, perfectly shaped breasts spilled free into the open air.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her big, soft mounds bounced slightly with the movement, the pink, hardened nipples already stiff and begging for attention.

He knew it when he touched her before. But this time he asked.

Azael’s violet eyes enjoyed the view behind the mask, drinking in the sight. "Why aren’t you wearing a bra?" he breathed, voice thick with desire.

Sophia let out a soft, throaty laugh, still stroking him with that slow, sensual rhythm. "Well... I could show off my cleavage better this way. I mostly put patches on my nipples... but today I didn’t." She licked her lips, eyes half-lidded. "I wanted to feel... free I guess."

Azael stared at her moderately huge breasts — full, round, and impossibly soft, the pink nipples like ripe buds aching to be tasted. He could already imagine how they would feel on his tongue.

But sadly he couldn’t taste them. Since he was wearing a mask. But he couldn’t control himself.

’Whatever! I will see what happens later.’

Using his left hand, Azael took off his mask.

And then he leaned forward and captured her left nipple between his lips, sucking it gently at first, then harder. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak in wet, hungry circles, flicking and teasing before he sucked it deep into his mouth with a low groan of pure pleasure.

Sophia, who was surprised at his sudden action of taking off the mask, didn’t get much time to see his face clearly. And his lick on her breast sent pleasure through her body.

Sophia’s head fell back, a loud, sweet moan escaping her. "Ahhhn~! Ethan... yes... just like that..."

His right hand cupped her other breast, kneading the heavy, warm flesh, fingers sinking deep into the impossibly soft mound. He pinched her right nipple between his thumb and index finger, rolling it gently, then tugging it lightly while his mouth continued to devour her left breast.

Sophia’s hand on his cock sped up. She pumped him harder now, faster, twisting her grip around the fat head on every upstroke, rubbing her thumb firmly over his leaking slit before tightening deliciously around the sensitive crown. The wet, lewd sounds of her hand flying along his slick shaft filled the room.

"Ahhn~ Ethan... you’re doing so good while sucking my tits..." she moaned, voice husky and broken with pleasure. "Don’t stop... suck them harder... mmm~ yes... like that..."

Her strokes became almost frantic. Long, firm pulls from base to tip, squeezing and milking him as if she wanted to draw out every drop of pleasure he had.

Finally, with a shaky breath, Sophia released his throbbing cock. It bobbed heavily in the air, glistening and angry-red, veins pulsing.

She gently pushed Azael’s face away from her breasts, her cheeks flushed a deep, aroused crimson.

Azael blinked in surprise, lips still shiny from her nipple. "What... what happened? Did I—"

Before he could finish, Sophia slid gracefully off the sofa and moved to the floor in front of him. She parted his legs wider with both hands and settled into a low, sexy squat between his thighs. The tight crimson gown stretched tightly over her wide hips and thick thighs, the fabric pulling taut and outlining every lush curve. Her high heels helped her balance perfectly in the lewd position, making her ass look even rounder and more inviting.

Finally she saw his face. "Oh my~ you are much younger than I thought... and you are... so handsome and cute... hehe~" She giggled.

Since Azael hardly attended any gatherings or roamed outside, even she didn’t know how the young master of the Ignivar Family looked like.

She was now perfectly positioned between his spread legs, her face only inches away from his massive, leaking cock. The heavy, musky scent of his arousal filled her lungs. Sophia brushed her long, silky brown hair behind her back with one hand, then leaned in.

"I just can’t control myself... from sucking those soft breasts of yours," Azael said with a worried smile.

"Don’t worry darling... you will get a lot of chances to do that," she said with a small smile.

Then she leaned in and pressed a soft, plump kiss right at the base of his cock, right above his heavy balls. The warm, wet press of her rosy lips made Azael’s entire body jolt.

"Nngh... Sophia..." he moaned, leaning back against the sofa, eyes fluttering.

She kissed her way slowly upward along the thick, veined underside, soft lips worshipping every inch until she reached the swollen tip.

There, she kissed the leaking slit, tasting the salty precum that coated her lips. His cock throbbed hard against her mouth.

Then her pink tongue slipped out. She licked slowly over the sensitive head, savoring the taste with a soft, addicted hum. "Mmm... you taste so good..." she whispered, voice thick with lust.

"Hmm~"

She licked him from base to tip again and again. Her wet tongue extended out as she traveled it over his cock all the way from base to tip.

Long, slow, wet strokes of her tongue cleaning every inch of his massive shaft, leaving it shiny with her saliva. Her cheeks were flushed deep red, eyes glassy with arousal.

"You’re doing amazing..." Azael groaned, voice rough. "More... please... don’t stop..."

Sophia didn’t speak. Instead, she lowered her head further and kissed his big, heavy balls. She held them gently in her left hand, kissing them slowly.

"I have never done something like this to my husband.... but I don’t know... why I am doing such a dirty thing... but I don’t mind it." She used her tongue once more. With slow, reverent strokes of her tongue she licked his balls. While her right hand wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking lazily.

Azael’s left hand came to her head as he stroked her softly.

Her heavy, bare breasts hung lewdly between his thighs, swaying with every movement, nipples still hard and glistening from his earlier attention.

After enjoying his balls she moved up once more.

She asked with a husky voice, "Do you want more?"

Azael leaned forward. His right hand came from the side and grabbed her one breast tightly.

"Ahh~" She moaned at his touch.

"Yes... I want your mouth dear~ can you give me a blowjob?"

"Hm.. I don’t know if this dick can fit in my mouth or not... but I will try." Finally, she parted her plump lips and took the swollen tip of his cock into her warm, wet mouth.

She sucked gently at first, tongue swirling around the head, then slowly sank lower, taking more than half of his thick length into her mouth. Her right hand pumped the base in perfect rhythm with her sucking. She bobbed her head up and down while sucking half of his shaft, cheeks hollowing as she worked him deeper.

Slurrp~

Slurrp~

Azael’s head fell back completely, a long, loud moan tearing from his throat as waves of intense pleasure crashed through him.

"Fuuuck... Sophia... your mouth feels incredible..." he gasped, the hand gently threading into her silky brown hair, careful not to push. While his right hand continued to play with her breasts.

Slurrrp~

Slurrrp~

Slurrrp~

The wet sounds of her sucking filled the room.

She moaned around his cock, the vibrations traveling straight down his shaft as she sucked him with slow, passionate, filthy devotion.

Her head bobbing, lips stretched wide, tongue working every sensitive spot while her hand stroked the rest of him in perfect, wet harmony.

Her hazel eyes filled with lust were focused on his face.