Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: The Widow Clings So Stickily!
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That one glance at her: the soft, squishy sensation of her breasts against my lips, and Ayame's nipples, just the perfect size to roll around wildly with my tongue.
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
"Nngh! Ah! Young Master Rubelt! Aaah! Do my breasts... hnngh! please you that much? Aaah!"
I had no time to answer Ayame's question as I kept sucking on her breasts, sucking and sucking some more.
What was it about these breasts that made me want to keep sucking forever?
Rolling her nipples with my tongue was so much fun, and the act of sucking itself held some magical pull that threatened to draw me in completely.
It was nothing like back when I was a baby, crying and nursing at my mother's breast.
Back then, it was more like...
My body instinctively recognized her as my mother, and honestly, not drinking the milk would've been bad for my health later on, so I suckled purely for survival and well-being.
But Ayame's breasts were different.
This... this was the ultimate fantasy of a widow brought to life for any man.
They stirred up that childlike urge to nurse endlessly in their cozy warmth, while the seductive aroma wafting from them surged blood straight to my groin, making it throb relentlessly.
It felt like her breasts themselves were a gentle aphrodisiac, wrapping around you softly.
"Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuuurp!"
Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze!
I couldn't stop kneading her breasts or sucking with my mouth.
"Haah! Nnngh...! Young Master Rubelt...! Aaah! Nn...!"
The pleasure was so intense, I could've been satisfied with just her breasts alone.
If this had been my first time, without any experience with Rize, maybe I would've.
But having already had sex, I could pull myself away from the spell of her breasts.
No... this won't do...!
The real main course is still waiting!
Calming myself down, though it pained me greatly, I finally tore my mouth away from Ayame's breasts.
"Haa... are my breasts enough for you now?"
Ayame gazed at me with a sultry smile.
After sucking on them, she seemed even more seductive than before.
The impulse to dive back in surged up again, but...
What overpowered it was the burning urge from my cock, screaming to fuck Ayame right now.
Like they say, poison against poison.
I controlled one sexual impulse with another, just as you'd tame one poison with another.
Putting a bit of genuine desperation into my voice, as if I were a man utterly bewitched and unable to contain my lust, I told Ayame:
"Ayame... I want to do it with you right now. Not just your breasts... I want to do it with you..."
"Yes, Young Master Rubelt. If that's what you desire, then by all means. My body belongs to you now. Come, let's go to the bedroom. This place isn't quite suitable for you to savor me properly."
I followed Ayame to the bedroom.
A traditional Japanese tatami room.
In the center lay neatly prepared futons.
Proof that she'd been seducing me from the start, fully intent on going all the way.
Blood was rushing to my lower half so fiercely it hurt.
Shiiiick...Snap! The sliding door closed with a sharp sound, followed by the soft rustle of fabric slipping away.
Turning around, there stood Ayame, naked as the day she was born—save for the cloth tying back her hair.
"Young Master Rubelt..."
Her body, which I'd already sensed as voluptuous and full through her clothes, was now fully revealed.
Her breasts I'd just seen, but seeing all the way down... Ayame's body was lewdness incarnate.
Her soft belly had just the right amount of plushness, curving into a tantalizing lower abdomen that screamed readiness to nurture a man's seed at any moment.
Her wide hips, plump ass, and thick thighs seemed to beg for rough pounding, promising all the cushioning I'd need.
"Haa, haa, haa, haa."
Not acting—I was genuinely so aroused I panted roughly, staring her down piercingly.
"You look like you're in agony. Did I do that to you?"
"Yes. So please... hurry... haa! Hoo! With you, Ayame..."
"I understand. First... with my mouth. Yes, I'll use my mouth on you."
Ayame knelt gracefully before me and reached for my pants.
Looking down at her breasts from above was a sight in itself.
They could probably envelop at least two-thirds of my cock, no problem.
"Oh... you look so pent up. I'll set you free right now."
Ayame carefully undid my pants and slid down my underwear, slowly and deliberately.
And then.
"Oh...!"
She'd been aroused since we started drinking, but upon seeing my fox killer—which had been rock-hard and waiting—Ayame's eyes widened in shock.
"Th-this... what kind of size is this... it's huge... this is Young... Young Master Rubelt's...!"
Seeing the composed, sultry Ayame so flustered only turned me on more.
"Ayame, please... hurry. I'm going crazy from how bad it hurts."
"Ah! R-right! Of course! Sorry. I'll start right now."
At my urging, Ayame hurriedly gripped my cock.
The soft touch of her hand—different from Rize's—made it twitch in response.
"Oh my!"
She jumped again at the vigorous throb.
...This is kinda fun.
"Ayame, please... hurry. It hurts so much."
"R-right. Young Master Rubelt. I never imagined it'd be this big... haa... leave it to me."
Ayame parted her lips and took my cock into her mouth.
"Churp... chuuuuurp... churrrslurp..."
Tap tap tap tap tap
She didn't force the whole thing in, just sucking on the head while hollowing her cheeks to suck harder, her tongue caressing it tenderly as her hand stroked the shaft.
A bit slow, but sticky and devoted, lavishing the entire head with care.
Where Rize was all about intense pleasure, Ayame leaned more toward a leisurely pace.
But.
"Hoo, hoo, chuuuuurp! Churp! Churrrrsluuuurp!"
Ayame's blowjob was growing more intense, faster by the second.
"Ngh, guh! Ayame...! Ngh!"
Was this it? She'd started out trying to serve leisurely, but tasting my massive cock awakened her female instincts, making her lose control?
If so... it was so hot I was losing my mind.
At this rate, I'd cum in no time.
But for my first load with Ayame, I wanted it in her pussy, not her mouth.
"Ayame! Ayame! Wait! Stop! Pull away!"
I frantically grabbed her head and pulled her off my cock.
"Phaa... why... why stop, Young Master Rubelt? Your cock... it was so happy. Why... haa..."
She stuck out her tongue toward it as she spoke.
The sight of her, a bitch in heat craving my cock, ignited the urge to ram it right back into that eager mouth-pussy.
But I held back.
"Ayame... I almost came."
"Yes. You could've just cum in my mouth..."
"If I'm cumming... I want to do it inside you."
"Ah..."
Ayame's eyes narrowed further, pupils swimming in lust as she looked at me.
In her eyes, I probably looked like an adorable, spoiled stud begging to breed her.
Especially with this monster cock—a total gap moe bonus.
"Heehee, I see. Very well. If that's what you want... flood my insides with your seed, Young Master Rubelt. I've taken my birth control, so feel free to cum as much as you like."
As expected, Ayame had planned to go all the way from the start.
I love that kind of boldness.
Of course, she didn't really need it, but no point mentioning that now.
Ayame shifted position and patted the futon.
"Lie down here. I'll serve you from on top."
A horny widow's cowgirl?
Can't pass that up.
"Yes."
I lay down on the bed immediately, and Ayame straddled me, spreading her legs and reaching back to grip my thighs.
In cowgirl, most would interlace fingers or place hands on my stomach or chest.
But Ayame chose my thighs, probably so I wouldn't feel cramped.
Not that it mattered—it gave me a perfect, unobstructed view of her pussy and belly.
Ayame's pussy was plump and tightly closed, but her clit poked out just a bit, hinting she masturbated with it often.
Next time, I'll torment that clit plenty, I vowed silently as I watched her press her pussy against my cock.
"Hoo, hoo... here it goes, Young Master Rubelt..."
And Ayame began easing herself down onto me.
Tchuuuuurk...
"Ah, aaah... nngh! Hnngh... aaah... it's so big... ah... nngh! Ah...!"
Slowly, the head was swallowed by her pussy.
Ayame's folds were a mass of soft, tender flesh.
Squish squish! Rather than tight squeezing, it was a blissful, cozy softness that sluuuurped... around my cock.
"Hngh! Guh!"
Thank god she was going slow—any faster and I'd have blown immediately from that plush pussy grip.
Plus, the fact that this widow was impaling herself made it a razor-thin test of my endurance.
The pleasure was so good my cock twitched reflexively.
"Aaah...!"
Ploooosh!
Startled by the movement inside her?
In one drop, Ayame's hips slammed down, her thick pussy lips, ass, and thighs meeting my lower belly as my cock kissed her womb deep.
"Gguuuuh!"
The sudden pleasure overwhelmed me.
I couldn't hold back.
Spuuuurt!
After holding back so long, my cum erupted in a torrent.
The angle must've been off—the load sprayed against her pussy walls instead of her womb, oozing back out around the base.
Dazed in head-spinning bliss as I came, I looked up at Ayame.
"Ah, aaaah...! Ahn...! Hnnnngh...♡"
Did the overload of pleasure catch her off guard?
Ayame didn't scream loudly—instead, her throat clogged with ecstasy, stifling her moans.
Her open mouth trembled as she kept serving me, rocking her hips ever so slightly, making those massive marshmallows jiggle.
"Hehngh... nngh! Ah... aaaah... more...♡"
Ayame's eyes looking down at me were those of a bitch utterly consumed by lust.
The face of this fully aroused widow made every bit of groundwork with the Yagitsune mother-daughter duo worth it.
In other words.
The face of a horny, lewd widow was fucking irresistible.