Morning Mother and Son with the Saintess [Labella & Erden] (5)
The wet, obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room. Squelch… sluuuurp… squelch!! Squelch…! Sluuuuurp!! Thick clumps of foamy semen gushed endlessly from between their joined bodies.
“Aaaahhhng! My, my belly… and my pussy… ugh… my belly and my pussy… hnnngh… it feels so gooood… I’m, I’m cumming again… I’m cumming so haaaard…!”
The soft, pliant flesh inside her endlessly contracted and relaxed, greedily sucking on his cock. Marei lost himself in the supreme pleasure of that perfect blend of chewy tightness and velvety softness. Even calling her a top-tier meat toilet felt like an understatement. He slammed his hips forward with wild abandon, pounding a brutal rhythm into the saintess’s asshole.
“Aaaahng! Cumming…! I’m cumming…! Hihihit…! Hnngh…! I already came… but I’m still cumming…!”
“Hah… hah… hah… Erden Mommy… ugh… I’m… I think I’m gonna cum… ngh…!”
The young boy thrust his tongue out, panting heavily, his small body twitching as climax approached. Beneath him, Erden was being ravished, her face twisting and relaxing over and over in the throes of nonstop orgasms.
“Aahng… fill my belly… pump it full… hiiiiiit… hehe… hihihihit…!”
“Marei, cum lots. Yes, fill Erden Mommy’s belly to the brim. And fill Mommy’s belly too. Hehe…”
The saintess, panting like a bitch in heat, was begging the young boy to give her his seed. And not just anywhere — straight into her filthy back hole. Of course, if not for the curse (?) that the gods had engraved on her lower abdomen, she would have been on her knees every single day, desperately pleading — no, outright begging — for him to flood her pussy and womb as well.
Driven by the saintess’s desperate panting and the lewd voice of his adoptive mother whispering filthy encouragement into his ear, Marei thrust his cock as deep as he could into the saintess’s ass.
“Uwaaah…! Cumming…! Aaaahng…! Cumming…! I’m cuuuummiiiiiiing!!”
The saintess was being thoroughly fucked by the young boy, reaching a climax so pathetic that any of her believers who saw it would have gouged out their own eyes and screamed that it was a lie. Her emerald eyes, always carrying a faint mysterious smile that made her thoughts impossible to read, rolled back completely white. Her back arched like a bow, her whole body trembled violently, and she sank into a massive tidal wave of pleasure that could only be felt after being roughly violated for hours.
“Ugh… Inside Erden Mommy… ngh… inside the saintess. I’ll cum inside your ass-pussy… khuuugh… I’ll pump you so full… so fucking full…!”
Growling like a beast, he emptied his load straight into the saintess’s rectum. Her sphincter subtly tightened around the base of his urethra, but the enormous pressure surging from his balls through his vas deferens forced the tip of his cock to flare open even wider, unleashing a torrent of thick white fluid.
At the same time, he grabbed her beautifully bouncing white breasts and squeezed them hard, milking them. A thin, whitish spray of breast milk shot out into his sweat-soaked palms while a stream of pure white urine gushed from her body.
“Look, Marei. Erden is pissing herself. She must have felt so good… hehe…”
Labella’s mocking laughter sounded far away as Erden, her vision turning pure white, panted with her mouth hanging open.
“Huu… Seriously… I might never be able to close my asshole again. Hehe…”
Erden rose in a dreamy haze, letting out a small sigh. She looked down at the thick clumps of semen still gurgling out of her gaping hole and let out a tiny laugh. Beneath her loosened anus, a large amount of the viscous white fluid had spilled out, and among it, a subtly thin, watery liquid had completely soaked the floor.
“…Really. If I were an ordinary person, this would have caused serious problems long ago.”
Feeling the thick, wriggling load of semen still sloshing inside her belly, Erden smiled faintly. She cast a healing spell on herself and a purification spell on the shameful puddle of squirting fluid she had sprayed across the floor in front of the young boy, then let out a long sigh.
“So, as his mother, shouldn’t you be managing him better, Saintess Erden?”
Labella, still completely naked, hugged the sleeping young boy beside her. She slowly stroked his still rock-hard cock up and down while winking at Erden with one eye.
The saintess, despite all the experience she had accumulated and her usual perfect control over her expressions, couldn’t stop her face from stiffening as she stared at Labella.
“……Just you wait, Labella.”
“Yeees. I’ll be waiting, Saintess Erden?”
The way Labella deliberately pronounced each syllable made Erden’s face twist into a deep scowl. Just moments ago she had felt like she was floating in heaven, but now she felt like a demon crawling at the very bottom of hell.
“By the way, since when did I stop being ‘Sister’ and become just ‘Erden’? Saintess?”
“Isn’t it obvious? When the sister became a lover, and the lover became a mother?”
“What a disgusting delusion. Marei only has one mother, and that’s me.”
Labella laughed as if the saintess’s greed was utterly ridiculous.
“Well, it’ll work out somehow.”
“You do realize that today’s events started because of you, right, Saintess? Calling yourself Mommy is a bit too greedy. Hehe.”
“Wasn’t Marei’s mother Mari de Pawen? I looked it up. She was apparently a famous shaman from that other world… If Labella is his adoptive mother, doesn’t that mean I have a chance too?”
“Legally, I have been designated as his adoptive mother. If you’re so jealous, you’ll have to get down on your knees with a bowl and beg. Or maybe threaten me with a knife like a robber?”
Labella’s eyes had grown ice-cold. Now she understood why Loren was so protective of her. The courage and ability to stand toe-to-toe with a saintess who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the emperor — it was genuinely unpleasant.
“…Acting like you’re first just because you found him first. Whatever. Let’s drop this topic. Even if we talk now, we’ll have too much to say and no conclusion will be reached. Let’s see who wins later. I want some too. Just a little. Yes, thank you.”
Unpleasant was unpleasant, but neither of them truly held any deep grudge against the other. The only question between them was who stood higher, but they both understood each other’s necessity.
When Labella subtly moved, the saintess’s hand immediately reached over to stroke the young boy’s cock as well.
“Do you realize how much I’m conceding to you, Saintess? Unlike the believers who follow you, I am neither stupid nor blindly devoted.”
Even as Labella and Erden conversed while walking on a blade’s edge, both women continued to stroke the boy’s cock without stopping, all for the sake of the young boy who was napping without even calming his erection.
Their gazes when looking at the sleeping young boy — who occasionally let out small moans as if having a lewd dream, his body trembling slightly — were worlds apart from the looks they gave each other.
“Then why did you let him call you ‘Erden Mommy’ earlier? I really don’t understand that.”
“Because Marei wanted to call me that. His real mother is only me. It doesn’t matter what anyone else is called. It’s like a pet name. Children around his age often see the saintess as the embodiment of motherhood. It’s not entirely wrong.”
Labella looked completely relaxed. Erden found that unbearably frustrating in a way she couldn’t quite describe. It was even more overwhelming than the curiosity or emptiness she felt toward the vanished god who had never left behind a single word or oracle in his entire existence.
Even though she kept her mouth tightly shut, both women continued stroking the boy’s cock at almost the exact same pace, from the thick root all the way up to the plump glans. If only the situation were different. Or rather, if only Marei would wake up, she could shake off this irritating feeling.
She didn’t want to admit she was losing, but knowing and admitting were two different things. The gap between herself and Labella, who had been stuck to him all week, was already overwhelmingly wide. She should have recruited Julia a little faster. No, now she needed to add even more…
“……Why did you shave? Are you copying me?”
“Pfft… Hahaha, how amusing, Saintess. I’m simply taming a wild horse that’s running wild. And since it seems to help Marei’s growth, I’m playing along just enough. Marei shaved me himself. Jealous?”
Labella stroked her own smooth lower belly, proudly displaying her hairless mound, still smiling.
Fucking bitch. Erden barely held back the curse that nearly flew from her lips. She hated this woman even more than the empress or Loren. If not for Marei, they would never have fought or even met. This kind of unfavorable battle was a first for Erden. Even subjugating the demon dragon had felt more comfortable than this.
Then, suddenly remembering something she had discovered a few days ago, Erden finally smiled.
“……Is the only thing you can give Marei your body?”
“Hah… Well, imagination is free.”
The moment the saintess suddenly showed composure when she had looked ready to explode with inferiority, Labella slowly began to study Erden’s face.
“If it’s too hard for you, I’ll lend you Loren. Though you’ll have to figure out how to offer that supremely pure widow to Marei. Hehe… Oh my, are you angry?”
“If Marei wants it. No, that’s… I mean…”
Getting angry meant losing. Labella swallowed back the rage that kept rising and moved her lips.
Seeing that, Erden simply smiled mischievously. It was contradictory — training twin elf sisters and offering them to her son, yet hesitating when it came to Loren.
“If Marei wants it, he’ll do it without me having to step in. I have no intention of opposing it.”
“Hmmm~.”
It was hard to tell whether Labella truly didn’t care or was just putting on a brave front. It was almost funny that reading the thoughts of a woman far younger than a dragon who had lived for thousands of years was more difficult.
Erden narrowed one eye and stared at Labella. She was still smiling leisurely.
“If you keep someone like Loren on your side, the balance might be a little more even. I don’t like having competitors, but a useful rival is better than being disappointed by someone who falls far short of my expectations.”
“……I don’t know what kind of scheme you’re plotting. But good luck. Whether it means anything or not. Erden.”
“When it’s just the two of us, could you call me Saintess? You can call me whatever you want when Marei is awake.”
Erden gently stroked Marei’s hair as he dozed in Labella’s arms.
“Delusions are free, but you’ll have to take responsibility for what you say out loud. How unfortunate. Saintess.”
“Well, I’ll concede Loren to you. Try cooking her well. Whether by drugging her, forcing yourself on her, or training her like you did the elves.”
“Let’s stop talking about Grandmother. If it weren’t for the saintess… she would have been buried in the mountains by now. Watch your mouth…”
Labella’s violet eyes gleamed dangerously. Erden simply shrugged as if it were nothing.
“I can give Marei everything. Even demons. Even gods… Hehe… It’s not enough, Labella.”
Labella seemed to have lost all desire to continue the conversation with Erden. She buried her nose in the crown of Marei’s head and silently continued to stroke her sleeping son’s cock.
Though their opinions were drifting further and further apart, the two women’s hands continued to intertwine and stroke tirelessly around the thick, angry cock between them.
“It’s hot…”
Summer had arrived. The sun’s heat was more intense than expected. Even sitting in the shade, one could feel the warmth slowly rising from the asphalt.
Marei had reluctantly agreed to escort the saintess after she asked him to accompany her to the plaza, but Labella was not about to let that happen without her. Determined not to be separated from Marei, she bit her lip and smiled, then ended up driving the two of them in the back seat all the way to the plaza, slamming the accelerator the entire way.
She would probably get a speeding ticket on Monday, but that was a more than fair exchange for keeping Marei away from the wicked saintess.
The entire drive, Labella gripped the steering wheel so hard it felt like it might break as she watched in the rearview mirror while the young boy and the saintess exchanged saliva in a deep, noisy kiss.
Before getting out of the car, Marei had pumped another load of thick semen into the saintess’s ass. Erden, claiming her sphincter wouldn’t close properly even with holy power and that her belly was still full of cum, gently patted her lower abdomen. Unable to hold back, Marei had tried to pin her down and mount her again, but at Labella’s urging, Erden had no choice but to get out of the car.
The saintess said she had something to discuss with Labella and requested a private ‘women’s talk.’ Marei, not understanding what was going on, waited for Labella in a corner of Valter Plaza.
It wasn’t that there was no summer in the north, but compared to Valter it came much later and lasted far shorter. Even though the new semester had only been underway for less than two months, if one stood under the sun, sweat would quickly soak their back.
Even Marei could tell that Labella and Erden didn’t seem to get along very well. He had tried to think of ways to make them closer, but nothing clever came to mind. He had even tried having them both lie down and taking turns with them, but their friendliness only lasted while he was inside them.
When he asked Labella separately or Erden separately, both women said they didn’t hate each other. Marei let out a long sigh, unsure how to interpret their words. Both Labella and Erden had called each other a ‘necessary evil.’
With his limited social experience and young age, it was genuinely difficult for Marei to understand what ‘necessary evil’ even meant.
“Marei de Pawen…?”
The voice that pulled Marei from his deep thoughts about the two people he loved so much was a very familiar, beautiful, yet delicate soprano.