Chapter 61
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Fucking Grandma
Fucking Grandma.
A sentence that looks utterly devastating on paper, but in reality, it was pure bliss.
Because that grandma was young and gorgeous, with massive tits to boot.
"My god. Even after all that pounding, you're still rock-hard."
Grandma Amphion stared at my cock in awe.
Her dress was utterly soaked in sweat and cum—it was the hottest sight imaginable.
"My body's healthy, but you've more than satisfied me. Thank you."
I planted a kiss on Amphion's blushing cheek.
Once she'd been fucked by my cock, she was mine—my woman, my exclusive breeding bitch.
Her status as the family matriarch didn't matter one bit.
Amphion seemed to sense it too, staying perfectly docile even when I took her roughly.
If anything, she looked thrilled.
Her prime for raging lust had long passed...
But having discovered mating so late in life, she clung to it even harder.
"You little shit. You're playing with me now, aren't you?"
"If I've fucked you, you're mine. No exceptions for grandma."
"So I'm yours now, is that it?"
Amphion pouted, shooting me a playful glare.
At her age, that petulance was just too damn cute to resist.
"Want me to prove it?"
"Ah...! You little—stop that. How are you still... ahh...♥"
So I fucked her again.
Her belly was already bloated like it might burst from my cum, but I filled her till it did.
"Hoo..."
As dawn's light began to brighten the sky once more, I caught my breath nice and slow.
Dumping all that load had left me utterly refreshed.
"H-hek... hek...♥"
Amphion, meanwhile, lay collapsed on the bed, her face a sloppy mess of ecstasy.
She'd passed out and come to over and over—no wonder she was wiped.
The once-pristine lord's chamber reeked of cum and bitch.
The sofa we'd used was drenched in all sorts of fluids.
'Marked her good and proper.'
Even her swollen belly, hidden under the dress, was sloshing with my seed.
A clear claim on her womb.
"Rest up."
This time, I kissed her lips properly before heading out.
Stay too long, and I'd be at it again.
"Your Highness. You're out?"
The servant girl waiting outside bowed deeply.
Her cheeks—and even her neck—were flushed bright red.
She'd probably heard everything.
"Yeah. You did great holding post. Must've been tough."
"Not at all."
"Sure it was. The lord's chamber's a mess now—call someone to clean it up. Not right away, though. Later."
"Yes, ma'am."
I patted the servant girl's shoulder lightly and headed down the hall.
Time for me to wash up too.
"Welcome back?"
Antiope greeted me with a beaming smile as I entered my room.
She was on duty as my guard today.
"Where're the others?"
"Catching their breath in their rooms. I swapped out the soiled sheets for fresh ones and aired everything out."
"That's why it didn't smell."
I nodded and started stripping.
She'd seen every wrinkle of my ass crack by now—no point in being shy.
"Gonna wash up quick. Have the servant girls launder these."
"Yes, Your Highness."
I stripped down and stepped into the bath.
Maybe it was the incestuous fuck, but I felt extra invigorated.
Castro and Pollux were swamped with work the moment they returned.
No backlog, but plenty of new intel to absorb.
Shifts due to improved northern relations had everything in disarray.
"Hoo."
Pollux sighed, rubbing her forehead.
The grueling tasks were finally wrapping up, easing the tension.
Castro, sitting beside her, said nothing, but felt the same.
All she wanted was some rest.
"Good work, everyone. Have some tea."
Manes, at the head seat, had a servant bring three cups.
Herbal tea from northern herbs.
"Thank you."
Castro sighed as she lifted her cup.
Couldn't refuse the northern ruler's hospitality.
"We can head out after this, right?"
Pollux picked up her cup late, asking.
The fragrant aroma eased her fatigue a bit.
"Yes. You all worked hard."
"We did. Plague chaos in the east, regime tweaks here. Why's there so much damn work?"
"I didn't want this either."
Manes sighed, shaking her head.
Duty meant handling it, but she couldn't enjoy the grind.
'Ah... I miss him.'
With work settled, stray thoughts flooded in.
Her pent-up desires began to boil.
It'd been ages since her womb last sloshed with cum.
Ages since her belly felt empty.
Ages since she'd suppressed her lust with just masturbation.
Now, with even her duties tying her down resolved...
She was effectively free.
"I'll be stepping out for a bit, so you two cover for me."
Manes set down her cup, speaking calmly—but her eyes flickered with urgent hunger.
"Huh? Why?"
Pollux tilted her head, reading the desire but not the reason.
"Gonna go get fucked. Can't hold back anymore."
"What?"
Pollux's eyes went wide.
Silent Castro matched her shock.
"You're serious?"
"Dead serious. Now I get why every male imperial dives headfirst into incest. Why they breed like rabbits."
"Even so, skipping out?"
"Satisfying urges is important work. Unmet, it clouds the mind."
True enough.
Valid point, but still...
"Hmm..."
Pollux crossed her arms, frowning and glaring.
A familiar scent came to mind.
Thick, musky stench.
The bitchy moans that pierced ears and tickled senses.
She hadn't witnessed the mating firsthand, but she could picture it.
Raw, vulgar, utterly shameless.
And now her own mother was creating that scene?
Not bad, but it felt off.
"Can't argue there. A muddled mind in the north's overseer throws the whole region into chaos."
Surprisingly, Castro accepted without complaint.
She agreed with Manes.
"Right?"
With an ally, Manes's eyes lit up.
Her voice brightened.
"Yes. Mother's abilities mean no need for long absences—she can pop in and out. Logical."
"Exactly. Without her unique magic, I wouldn't even suggest it."
"So you should go. But one question?"
Castro's gaze grew heavy.
She was gearing up for something serious.
Manes straightened and nodded.
"Shoot."
"Was the mating really that blissful? I brushed past a scene once by chance, but I doubt it's that good."
Sex that great?
Tough question for most, but Manes grinned like it was fun.
"As I said, pure happiness. Once you know it, no going back."
"Guess we'll find out soon enough."
"Yep. Once his pilgrimage ends, he'll plant seed in imperial wombs. Not scared, are you?"
"Not at all. Breeding with such precious seed is duty and blessing."
Castro stated plain truth, earnest.
Ion males were rare—once every few centuries, if lucky.
Incredibly precious.
Impregnating with that seed? Paramount.
And multiple times.
'She's such a stickler.'
Pollux glanced at her sister, shaking her head.
Same womb, worlds apart in personality.
She took after Manes; Castro after the Emperor.
A lot.
"Glad you see it that way. Makes me feel secure."
Manes smiled, pleased, stretching languidly.
Her groan dripped with satisfaction.
"Hoo!"
Finally straightening after the stretch, her eyes burned with resolve.
"Come to think of it—you two are still virgins, right?"
"Yes."
"Virgins, yeah."
Why ask? The sisters tilted their heads anyway.
"Then you need practice first, don't you?"
Manes's lips curled slyly.
Fucked plenty, rested plenty.
Shoulders light, mind clear.
'Leave seed behind.'
'Pardon?'
The demand for cum was absurd, but...
Grandma handled it fine.
"I owe you big time."
"Nonsense. You solved my headache. Safe travels on your pilgrimage."
"Thanks."
Soft morning sun pouring down.
Final farewell to grandma, then out of the castle.
A massive wagon with a frame draped in cloth for a canopy.
Plenty of supplies too.
Fortune improved all around—felt solid.
"Rain won't be an issue now."
Ekyon, driving, muttered ahead.
With the tent, yeah, secure.
"True. Big enough to sleep all in the wagon."
"Camp setup'll be easier."
"Way easier. Truly grateful."
I thought of grandma who'd provided it, silently thankful.
Nothing but gratitude.
'Kinda sad.'
Suddenly, Castro's sister crossed my mind—no goodbye.
Didn't expect her to dip out mid-fuck.
How'd Manes arrive just as she did?
Mind-blowing timing.
Or timed it on purpose?
Unlikely, but plausible.
"Your Highness. River ahead—looks swollen."
"Oh, yeah?"
I looked forward at Ekyon's voice.
Far off, a thick current raged fiercely.
"Days of rain?"
"Same thought. Ground's still damp—must've stopped recently."
"Could be."
I nodded, scanning around.
Rapids strong, but woods nearby—fordable enough.
"Bridge from logs'll do."
"Got it."
Ekyon halted the wagon.
Bit away from the river—no sweep risk.
"Antiope. Need to fell trees—lend a hand?"
"Yes."
Antiope snapped awake from sleep.
Creepy how sudden.
"Uh, whoa. Before you go, take this. Bare hands are dangerous."
I fumbled but conjured a light-axe, handing it over.
White light, gleaming—lightweight, sharp.
Light constructs felt substantial but feathered light.
Didn't float away either—weird stuff.
"Thank you. But with your power, Your Highness, couldn't you just make the bridge?"
Antiope took it, curious why bother.
"Ah, that? Look over there."
I leaned toward the driver's seat, pointing to a corner.
A man pacing, unable to cross.
"Understood. The commoners would worship you gladly for your kindness."
"Probably."
Antiope and Ekyon exchanged smirks.
Reliable, but burdensome sometimes.
"Your Highness, we're off."
"Go ahead."
I sighed as they left.
Finally, some relief.
"They're a bit much."
Aktaion woke, sighing.
Two enough, plus my guard—why she stayed.
"Much, but reassuring."
"Fair. Better than a backstab."
Aktaion nodded, hopping down.
Not leaving, but not idle either.
"Hey! You there!"
Mana-amplified shout echoed everywhere.
Volume rivaled a northern megaphone—eyes squinted.
Ears plugged, savoring the reverb briefly.
The distant man approached; the bitches returned from logging.
Man with bundle.
Bitches shouldering thick logs.
"Wh-what is it?"
Man asked cautiously.
Startled by Aktaion's voice.
'Fair.'
Extraordinary voice aside, those tits and baby-makers were wonders.
Even I marveled daily despite fucking her.
So his eyes roaming her? Natural.
Weird if he didn't.
"You stuck too, huh? We'll make a bridge soon—wait here."
"R-really?"
"Yeah. Crossing anyway. Hang tight."
"Ah...! Thank you!"
Man bowed to Aktaion, then me, beaming nonstop.
I slipped out quietly to the riverbank.
Perfect—the bitches had stood the logs vertical.
"Master. All set."
Ekyon smiled at me.
With ears around, switched to proper address naturally.
"Good."
I eyed the river, calculated, then unleashed light.
Rough estimate time.
'Wide river.'
Logs alone precarious, so light-bridge base.
Like a frame.
"Ooh...!"
Man's eyes bulged at the light bridge.
First time—had to be wild.
Thud. Bitches laid logs neatly atop.
Length and girth solid.
"Cross now? Or expand?"
Ekyon checked eyes.
Bigger meant sturdier, but steeper climb.
Could carve stairs, but...
Might as well do it right.
"Tough work—sure?"
"Serving is my joy. Order freely."
"Then help me out. Tools needed? Speak up."
"Thank you."
Ekyon dove into expansion on approval.
Enlarged light bridge, then logs.
Picked with my pickaxe like tofu.
Dig, advance, dig, advance.
With Antiope, they blazed to the other side.
"My god."
Man gawked.
Plump log bridge done in a flash—shocking.
Hollowed inside, ramps out.
Wagon-friendly gentle slope entry too—perfect.
"Proper bridge now. Travelers could use it officially."
As man marveled, I dissolved the base light bridge.
Thin enough—no sound, no jolt.
"Yes. Let's cross together."
I boarded, beckoning; man nodded.
"Truly grateful. Nothing fancy, but the church will treat you—please come."