Resembling Madness I [Ilien & Idrien Ksakru] (1)
Just as expected, Idrien was in the laboratory. Under the pretense of a lecture, it was their private time together, which meant the lab served as their classroom. Those precious hours belonged solely to Idrien, a time when she could monopolize Marei without any outside interference.
“You’re late.”
Seeing Marei waste such valuable time without a word, Idrien had no choice but to confront him with a razor-sharp tone. Still, she refused to show how she had been stomping her feet in frustration, so she forced herself to appear completely unbothered, eyes fixed on her thesis as if nothing were amiss.
“I-I’m sorry, Idrien.”
“Shouldn’t you be calling me Professor here, Marei?”
“Ah, yes… Professor…”
The sight of a thoroughly cowed Marei made her lips twitch with amusement. Idrien barely suppressed the laughter rising in her throat and converted it into a sigh.
“Come here, Marei.”
She didn’t even lift her gaze from the paper (though she kept stealing secret glances), speaking with icy composure. Marei moved rigidly, visibly tense, and stood directly before her.
“Let’s sit and talk about why you were late. No, not there—sit here.”
When the young boy turned toward a nearby chair, Idrien pointed at her own thigh.
“Ah, understood.”
His stuttering reply and the sight of the extremely nervous boy made it almost impossible to believe that the same person had mercilessly flooded his mother’s womb with semen the day before, then pushed load after load into both her front and back holes without distinction.
Of course, she didn’t dislike seeing him like this. If any other student had been late, Idrien would have expelled them on the spot or ordered them out. But with Marei, such thoughts never even occurred to her.
As he cautiously settled onto her thigh, Idrien wrapped one arm around his slender waist—narrower than her own—and pressed his face into her ample chest.
“Sniff… sniff… You smell like sweat…”
“P-Professor Idrien, please don’t…”
With her nose buried against his nape and the crown of his head, sniffing loudly on purpose, Marei’s face flushed bright red with embarrassment. The urge to push him down, climb on top, and ravish him surged through her, but she could do that anytime. Instead, her mind wandered to the thought of tying up Labella and forcing her to watch her precious son violate her all day long. She imagined what degrading words the woman would use, how she would grovel and beg to taste her own son’s cock. The mere fantasy made her juices trickle down through the cleft between her thick thighs.
“A little sour… mmm… lick. And salty. What exactly were you doing to be this late, Marei? Hmm? You have to tell your professor everything, don’t you? Yes?”
“If you keep smelling me like that… Professor Idrien… uhh… I was with Philia, and… that’s why I was late…”
“Philia? Philia the Blood?”
The name wasn’t unfamiliar. Realizing it would be strange if she didn’t remember, Idrien let out a small, derisive snort.
“Has this perverted little brat already gotten his hands on the vampire princess? Hmm? With this naughty thing right here. It’s already rock hard. Does it feel that good when I smell you like this?”
Her white fingers continued to graze around the young master’s head and neck, inhaling his sweat as if in ecstasy, while her other hand swam teasingly over the front of his pants. She began to stroke the pitifully bulging fabric with deliberate care.
“Professor Idrien… uuu…”
“What? You don’t like it when I touch you like this?”
Feeling the scorching heat through the cloth, Idrien stroked the boy’s pants with increasing roughness, as if her very soul had been bewitched. She took his reddened ear into her mouth and rolled it between her lips at will. The sticky saliva tracing his earlobe and slipping inside his ear canal drew a pleased whimper from Marei.
He subtly lifted his hips, chasing the pleasure. Finding the gesture irresistibly adorable, Idrien buried him deeper between her massive breasts—the very same ones she always complained about.
Her excited, panting breaths carried the sweet scent of a heated adult woman, mixed with the refreshing yet sticky aroma unique to elves. It drove Marei wild. The collar of her white shirt shifted, brushing against his head. After biting, chewing, and kneading them countless times, the breasts still felt so perfect that Marei naturally reached out to touch them. Even though he moved without permission, Idrien only arched her chest further, offering more, and let out a soft, nasal moan.
“Aung… If you squeeze them like that… huu… You really are hopeless…”
Idrien winked one eye, parted her lips, and released a wet, sticky moan. Her five fingers traced the outline of his cock—somewhat less pronounced than the vivid shape it took when he claimed his mother or herself—and settled into position.
“Uuu… Idrien…”
“You’re so cute, Marei… Aaaaa…”
-Click. Click…!
Idrien’s pale hand naturally unbuckled Marei’s belt and tugged his pants down. The massive cock that sprang free like a geyser sent a small wave of ecstasy through her. She grasped the thick shaft with reverence—the same meat rod that had alternated between flooding her and his mother’s pussies the night before.
“Ahu… Idrien… If you do it like that…”
Just as Labella had done, she subtly dragged her nails along his length, tormenting him with firm strokes while pumping up and down. Each time Marei panted, she showered his forehead with kisses.
“Aang, I’m servicing you, aren’t I…? Like that—uuu… if you suck upward… uuu…”
Overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from his lower body, Marei buried his face between Idrien’s enormous breasts and began sucking hard through her shirt. Saliva soaked the white fabric, revealing the shape of her bare breasts beneath. Even the tongue teasing over the shirt made her thighs quiver as she cried out in delight. Seeing him move as if he had mounted her, Idrien laughed helplessly. She gently pushed his small frame back, grabbed her own thighs, spread them into an M-shape, and lifted her thoroughly drenched skirt.
“Go on. You want to violate my body, don’t you? Yes? You want to slam that vicious cock into this soaking wet pussy and knock me up, right? Look—I didn’t even wear panties today so you can slide right in. See?”
“Ahh… If you squeeze it… kuh…”
Idrien hiked up her skirt, revealing her thoroughly soaked golden bush. Sticky fluids had already overflowed, dripping freely. Sitting with her ass perched on him, she held her thighs open like an offering. Her love juices not only drenched her groin but flowed down to coat the anus she called her semen toilet, even staining the chair beneath her.
Instinctively, Marei pressed down on her spread legs, forcing them wider, and guided his cock into the meat sleeve his body had claimed as its exclusive property many times before. The young boy’s hips moved naturally, without even needing to aim. His massive shaft slid between the sticky folds, gliding past the slippery entrance, and drove straight inside.
-Squelch.
“Ah, aah, it’s going in… Uuuung…!”
“Idrien’s pussy feels so good. Idrien’s pussy… uuu… Idrien…!”
The boy might not have realized it, but the meat pot had been thoroughly soaked and softened for the past hour in preparation. It now wrapped tightly around his massive cock, squeezing and massaging the glans with focused pressure. The living vaginal walls writhed wildly, gripping him with the desperate expectation of allowing no gap whatsoever.
“Uung… It’s your personal cock sleeve. How does it feel? Perfect fit, right? Huuuu… It’s yours alone, so use it however you want… Huuuung…!”
Idrien spilled the filthy words she knew he liked, yet the overwhelming presence of the huge cock pushing inside left her panting. She shook her platinum hair wildly, savoring the electric climax. Despite having done this countless times, she never grew tired of it. The sheer pleasure of simply being like this, the joy of being owned by the young boy, made her wish the moment would last forever. Moans bordering on screams escaped her lips.
-Squelch…! Squelch…! Squelch…!
The cock drew circles inside her, stirring the softened folds. Sticky nectar was forced out between the tightly clenched walls, creating even lewder sounds.
“Aheung… Aheung… If you stir me like that… uuuung… It feels so good… Aaaang.”
Idrien kept her mouth open, tongue lolling pink and helpless, panting nonstop. She pulled her thighs even tighter, doing everything she could to take his cock deeper.
“Aah, Master. It feels so good… Idrien’s pussy… uuuung… feels so good…”
“Panting the moment I put it in—is that what you like? Hmm? Idrien? You like this cock? You like it?”
-Squelch squelch squelch squelch!
Like a miner digging through a collapsed tunnel, he scraped her inner walls, gradually dragging the fleshy folds deeper as he drove his cock further inside.
“Ang, ang… Good, scraping my belly like that… twisting it… Ah, ah, it feels good… Marei’s cock feels so good. Master’s cock feels so good… Uuu… I’ve been thinking about it all day. It kept coming back to me and I touched myself in the bathroom so many times… Ah… Uuu… Uuugh…!”
Her pussy clenched sharply, heating the rubbing flesh even more intensely. The honey pot gushed nectar without pause. No longer able to control herself, Idrien released her thighs, gently cupped the boy’s face with both hands, and wrapped her long white legs around him from behind so he couldn’t possibly escape.
“Idrien’s pussy feels good too… Uung… So chewy and slippery… Uuu… It’s like it’s acting spoiled, begging for your cum… Uuu…”
“Stop talking and go faster. Faster. Uung… Yesss… Like that, deep, deep… Huuuk… You’re stirring up my insides… Huuugh… Aahuhuk…!”
Marei didn’t mind her desperate clinging at all. He pressed his body tightly against hers as if embracing her, and on the expensive chair that creaked violently backward with each thrust, they slammed their hips together, navels meeting again and again.
-Squelch squelch… Squeak. Squish… Squelch squelch! Squeak. Squish…
The dense sounds of flesh continued. From their joined bodies, clear sticky fluids spurted out in the narrow space, heavily staining the floor. With almost no gap left, the liquid gushed out in rhythm with the boy’s thrusting cock.
“Idrien, you’re so beautiful.”
Mounted on her much like he would be on a bed, Marei rocked his hips, practically ripping off her sweat-soaked shirt. He left kiss marks along her pale collarbone.
“Huung, aang, aang, ang, ang, aaaaa… If you do it so intensely… Aah, already… uuu… already… uuu…”
As if determined to mark her as his property, Marei extended his tongue, smearing thick saliva across her shoulder while engraving countless bite marks. He continued from her soft neck to the hollow of her collarbones and all around her breasts.
“Huung, n-not on my neckkk… If you do that… uung… Ah, aang, ang, ang…”
Even as she protested, Idrien couldn’t resist at all. She rocked her hips and let out delighted nasal moans.
Marei pressed his mouth directly to the enormous breasts spilling from her torn shirt, roughly coating them with his saliva. Even in this reclined position, her breasts kept their perfect shape. The sticky kiss marks he had left yesterday and days before still faintly lingered, jiggling like jelly as they tempted him further.
“Ahuhut… My nipples are so sensitive… Huuung… If you lick them like that. Ah, ang, aah, stop teasing… Uung…”
“Idrien, you’re so cute.”
Every time Marei praised her, her pussy clenched tightly around him. It was genuinely adorable. Beautiful. Irresistibly alluring. The woman who had once threatened him was nowhere to be seen. Now completely tamed, she clung to him with total submission. Unable to hold back any longer, Marei pressed his tongue firmly against the center of her quivering breast.
“Aang, stop teasing me, aah… Suck them hard, really hard… Please… Uuu… Ah, ah…”
Every time her pussy was pierced, Idrien flailed wildly, spreading herself wide like an offering to the boy far younger than herself. The elf professor grew desperate under the boy’s subtly tickling tongue.
-Sluuurp… Suuuck… Chup… Chup…
“Aang, ang, if you bite harder… Uung… Aah, Marei’s teeth feel so good… Uung. Ah… Ah…”
Idrien had prepared to spoil Marei all day and take the lead, but the moment real action began, she forgot all dignity and status. She cradled the young boy’s head to her chest, silently begging him to enjoy her breasts as much as he wanted.
-Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Even as the massive cock reached her cervix and made her body bounce, she shook her platinum hair violently, sending waves of hot, humid heat fluttering outward. Her long, narrow eyes—once so sharp they kept others at bay—melted with happiness. Her smooth white legs flailed in the air before wrapping around him even tighter.
“Uuu… Aah… It’s coming, it’s coming… Hit… Already… already… Hii… No… Uung… Yes… Ahak… If you keep going harder, harder… Aah. Ah, nooo… Eh… Ha. Ang, ang, aang. Ang…!”
“Sluuurp… Slup… Tsuup…!”
Driven by Idrien’s desperate panting, Marei thrust even faster. He scraped the sticky, entangled flesh with his cock, pulling out without mercy only to slam back inside. Yet he never lifted his lips from her breasts. Biting down hard, he scolded the elf who rampaged wildly like an untamed pony.