Just the Two of Us: The Serving Mother, Labella de Pawen (4)
The sharp crack of flesh on flesh split the air—SMACK!! The quivering sensation beneath his palm made Marei slap Labella’s ass exactly as he pleased.
“Ooooh…! Ahh…!”
“I told you to move, didn’t I? Hmm? Labella, my mother—hurry. Understand?”
“Khh…! Ah… Uuuh…”
Seeing that Labella could no longer even form a proper answer, Marei smiled with open delight and casually brought his palm down on her plump rear again. Slap!
“Uoooh…!”
Labella’s face burned an even deeper crimson as her young son spanked her. It no longer felt like playful touching born of arousal; it felt like punishment for disappointing him. Strange shame and crushing self-loathing for failing to serve her Master properly flooded her, yet from her throat spilled only the raw cries of a beast.
“Ugh… I love how tightly you squeeze. Do it again, Labella. Just like that, hmm?”
Slap. Slap.
Striking her generous ass with loud, satisfying smacks, Marei exhaled deeply, savoring the way his lewd mother’s cunt clenched even harder around him. The springy resilience against his palm and the handprints blooming across her pale skin drove home the truth: he was the absolute owner of this peerless female body. Her thoroughly tamed inner walls gripped him with every spank, rippling in perfect pleasure.
The bumpy ridges of her pussy clung to his shaft, endlessly stretching and contracting the surface of contact, sucking greedily toward her womb. The ecstasy of a cunt that seemed crafted solely for him was beyond words.
“Ugh… Ah… I-I’ll move… ah… B-but it’s embarrassing, Marei… Haaah…!”
Slap! Slap!
“Move, Labella. Now!”
Low, unbearably erotic whimpers spilled from Labella as her calves trembled. Once more she lifted her hips on her own. Sluuuuurp…!
Her pussy flesh seemed reluctant to let his cock go, dragging along wetly as she rose.
“Khhhuuuung… Khh…! Ah… Uuuuh…!”
Sluuuuurp! Sluuuuurp!
The enormous shaft slowly withdrew from her dripping hole, the sticky junction of their flesh peeling apart. Thick strands of nectar stretched between them like spider silk before snapping, dripping audibly. Beads of sweat rolled down, completely soaking her lush green hair until it clung to her pale skin in wet ropes.
As she slowly raised herself, the subtle flex of muscle showed in her thighs and calves. Even her shoulder blades, visible through the green strands of hair, betrayed her tension.
“Good girl, Labella. More. Keep going.”
“Yeees… Yeeees…!”
Watching Labella lose herself in carnal rhythm, reduced to nothing but a female in heat, Marei reached out carefully. Ever since he had taken her together with Idrien, the respect and awe he once felt had gradually dissolved. Now she simply felt like a woman—no, like a bitch who belonged to him. A female who would spread her legs the moment he ordered it and milk every drop of his seed.
“Haaah… Ah… I’m… Khhheee…! Hehehe…!”
SQUELCH!!!!!!!!!
The fat, mushroom-shaped glans had barely slipped free when Labella, remembering her promise to serve, slammed herself back down. A rough, broken cry tore from her throat.
Marei could hold back no longer. He seized a fistful of her green hair. The moan that had been directed downward snapped upward toward the ceiling as he thrust his hips with brutal force, savagely claiming the female mounted on top of him.
Squelch! Smack! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Smack! Squelch!
Even before she could settle, his massive cock was already pulling back and slamming forward. He drove into her as if trying to lift her womb, gouging and scraping her inner walls without mercy.
“Uuuuh…! Ahh…! Ah…! R-rough… uuuuh…! Ooh…! N-nooo… Ahh… Ahh… Gaaah… Gaaah… Haaah…! Uoooh…! Ooooh…! Ooh…!”
Labella’s face had become so ruined she could scarcely show it even to the Master to whom she had given everything. Already far beyond simple arousal, her body twisted lewdly as climax melted her from the inside out.
Even then, Marei refused to release her hair. He simply kept pounding, venting his lust without pause.
“Ahh…! Aaaah…! Ahh…! Ah…! R-rough… Khh…! G-Gaah… Ugh…! Uuuuh…!! Uwaaaang…! Aang…! Aang…! Haaah…! Aang…!”
That soft, devoted flesh. The beauty and strength that made it impossible to look away. The woman he called “mother,” who always indulged his childish whims, yet who commanded fear and respect as the Inspector General of the Audit Bureau.
Squelch! Squelch! Squeeeelch…! Squelch! Squelch!
The moment that realization hit him, Marei’s desire to fill her—to flood this woman—exploded.
“Labella. Inside. I’m going to cum inside you.”
“Haaah…! Yes… Ah, inside… Fill me… Fill me completely… Khhheee… Khuung… Uuhng…! Aaaang!”
The instant she gave permission, he grabbed her waist and yanked her against him. The far larger female body came limply into his arms. Voluptuous, peerless, yet paradoxically slender—this body existed only for pleasure. He thrust upward with all his strength, feeding her the razor-edge of ecstasy that threatened to snap at any moment. His grip made it clear: escape would not be permitted.
The huge outline of his cock bulging above her lower belly proved how tightly they were locked together. The moment his tip kissed her cervix, the brutal shaft tore through her walls and slammed into her womb.
“Uwaht…! Ahh…! Haaah…! Ah…! Uuuuh…! Uuuh…!! Kk…! Khut…! Kk… Huuht…!!”
Still gripping her side, Marei drove his hips forward mercilessly, forcing the head of his cock past her cervical opening. Her broken moans sounded as though they might shatter, yet he paid them no mind. The need to empty himself inside her womb overrode everything; he simply used his cock to rummage through her soft flesh like an object, searching for the perfect place to release.
“M-Master…! Hiiit…! My b-belly…! My bellyyy…!”
There was no tenderness in the savage act. With his member relentlessly bulging and receding beneath her abdomen, Labella could no longer form coherent words. Pure survival instinct made her thrash wildly.
“Ugh… Labella… If you squeeze that tightly… Kk…! It hurts…!”
Her cunt had been trained to fit his enormous size perfectly, yet the terror of possible death made her clamp down harder than ever before. It felt as if two hands were strangling his cock from every direction at once.
“Khhut… It’s coming… Huht… Ah…!”
Her rebellious, vise-like grip only drove Marei to seize her waist with both hands. He yanked her forward and back with brutal force, his cock moving even more violently as it hunted for the womb that would bear him healthy children. The vicious cycle repeated.
“M-Master… I’m going to… Khh…! Ah… A… Aaht…! Ahh…!”
A storm. It felt exactly like a storm raging through her.
Labella tried to clench her teeth, but the tightrope between agony and ecstasy left her mind picturing nothing but howling winds. Squelch-squelch-squelch-squeeeelch!!!
“Labella, Labella. Ease up a little… Khut… Loosen. You’re squeezing too hard… Ugh…!”
She felt as if she were being swept into the heart of the tempest. Within her dissolving consciousness, Labella realized she was awakening. An uncontrollable, colossal current. Inside that storm she was simply drifting.
“M-Master… Haah…! Ah… Ah…. W-wait… Haah…! Ah…!”
She had mistaken it for a wave of pleasure, but this was a storm. A vast vortex dragging her deeper and deeper. Too enormous to resist, too enormous to accept. As the thrusts grew ever more violent, Labella bit down hard, fighting to remain conscious. Saliva she could no longer swallow spilled messily down both cheeks.
“If it keeps going like this… Huuht…! N-nooo… Nooo…!”
“Khuuuh… Ah… Here. Right here… Huuht…!”
At the storm’s peak, Labella curled inward with terror as though everything she was might collapse. Mounted atop the boy far smaller than herself, back pressed to his chest, limbs drawn tight, she trembled at her own helplessness as she was pulled into the eye of the maelstrom.
“Ugh… I’m cumming, Labella. Labella…!!!”
You mustn’t call my name right now. The words never left her. With her eyes wide open and her teeth clenched uselessly against the enormous whirlpool dragging her in, Labella could only release the final thread of fear she had been clutching.
“Uuuuh… Uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah…!!!”
So loudly that even the soundproofing could not contain it. Labella screamed wildly within the storm of climax. At the same moment her body convulsed as if electrocuted, then went utterly limp.
Gulp… Gulp… Gulp.Sluuurp…! Sluuuuuuurp…!
“Haaah…. It’s coming out… Labella… Ugh…!”
Marei wrapped his arms tightly around the limp woman draped over him and unleashed the load he had held back throughout her service. He poured his seed mercilessly into his young mother’s womb.
Sluuurp…! Sluuuuuuurp…! Sluuurp…!
“Ah…. Labella… Labella… I’m filling you so full. Labella? Say something. Does it feel good? Hmm?”
Even at Marei’s prompting, Labella could only hang there with her mouth open, unable to answer. Her narrow womb had long since overflowed with thick white fluid that now flowed backward, yet nothing—no voice, no sensation—could reach her inside the calm eye of the storm.
Ah…. A deflated sigh slipped from her unconsciously. Labella herself did not notice. It was quiet. The enormous storm that had nearly blown her away, that had nearly erased her from existence—she even regretted fighting so hard against being swallowed by it. The world inside the storm was utterly silent, and utterly free.
In that profound liberation, Labella unconsciously stroked her lower belly where fresh, virile sperm were flooding in. Within her darkening vision she closed her eyes in perfect happiness.
Sluuuuuuurp…!
Still buried inside her cum-stained back, Marei gripped her pelvis and lifted her as high as possible, locking her in place so she could not flee. He pulled her plump, voluptuous ass flush against his body with all his strength.
“Uuuugh…”
Completely transported to the far shore of sensuality, Labella—held immobile by her young son—could only tremble and let out faint moans at the sensation of thick semen filling her belly.
Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp.
The clumps were so thick they felt almost gelatinous as they crawled through her delicate passages. Marei focused entirely on his climax, pressing the head of his cock firmly against her cervix so she could not escape, pumping load after load into her womb while the word pregnancy repeated endlessly inside his mind.
“Haa… Haa… Haa…”
Because he had kept thrusting and withdrawing even while ejaculating, stray ropes of white fluid now clung to various parts of Labella’s body. They grew thinner as they mixed with her flowing sweat. Bread crumbs from the meal he had been eating during the act had also stuck to her sweat-slick skin. The combination of sticky sweat, thick semen, and scattered crumbs looked strangely like a rich, obscene stew.
He had used the supreme female who had offered him everything purely to relieve his lust—gripping her waist with one hand to fuck her from behind like a dog while pressing her down, eating with the other. Marei let out a rough breath and smiled with deep satisfaction, as though he had accomplished something magnificent.
Only after shoving his still-rigid cock into her several more times, pushing the thick clumps of semen deeper into her womb, did he finally collapse onto her back.
Her body burned hotter than his own. The slippery warmth of his semen and her soft skin. The slow rise and fall of her chest matched to his breathing. Marei slipped his hand between her side and arm, using his small boy’s palm to slowly knead one of her enormous breasts—an orb no adult man’s hand could fully encompass.
Pleasant moans drifted from her at irregular intervals. Their entangled legs trembled.
“Haa… Haa… That was incredible, Master. No—Marei.”
Labella, still slumped over the sofa and unable to lift her head, shifted her upper body slightly to make it easier for her young son to fondle her chest. Her voice, melted by ecstasy, carried a strange, lingering moan. She smiled deeply at the heavy, full sensation of semen packed inside her lower belly.
Being held from behind like this was wonderful, but she wanted to be embraced while looking at his face. The thought made her shiver as she felt her Master’s hot breath against her back. Most of the time she felt only joy at the massive cock that lived inside her as though it owned her body.
At first it had been her, then Ilien. Lately the enormous shaft that still hadn’t finished training Idrien would poke her while switching between them, drawing soft, involuntary moans from Labella’s lips.
“It’s about time we corrected Idrien’s bad habits, don’t you think?”
“Ah, yeah. Shall we?”
Marei was pleased by Idrien’s provocatively defiant yet adorably spoiled attitude, but a slave who failed to recognize the proper hierarchy required harsh correction. Only then would she learn who stood above her and behave according to her true station.