Adoptive Mother and Labela de Pawen (3)
"Did you settle in well in the village?"
"Yes… Lady Labela."
"You don’t need to call me ‘lady.’"
"But…."
Marei clamped his mouth shut before he could finish. Faced with Labela’s poise, her natural grace, and the effortless way she spoke down to him, he had no idea how he was supposed to respond. The faint sense of distance made him drop his gaze, head bowing low. He wished she would simply decide once and for all what she wanted him to call her. It was cowardly, yet that was all he could hope for.
Labela gave a small snort of amusement. Marei’s body flinched. "What do you want to call me?"
At her question he lifted his head. Those violet eyes alone felt heavy enough to crush him.
"A-aunt…."
"I see."
Labela nodded. The oppressive gaze that had pinned him moments ago vanished like a lie as she quietly watched the bubbles rising in the bath. He could not tear his eyes from her. He knew he shouldn’t, yet again and again he imagined violating her, over and over. Guilt and arousal warred inside him until he clenched his teeth. His penis twitched and throbbed on its own. Submerged in the water, nothing showed, but he could feel the steady gush of precum leaking from him.
What if Lady Labela actually wanted him? The absurd thought bloomed, followed by the even more ridiculous idea of trying to appeal to her. Beneath the clear water, her forest-green pubic hair was perfectly visible.
Labela rose, then sat on the edge of the bath. Her toned thighs carried a healthy vitality. Blood rushed even harder to his groin. Marei forced himself to look away, yet before he knew it his eyes were drawn back to her legs. Those glossy thighs looked incredibly elastic, not the bulky muscles of an athlete but alluring, beautiful legs. He felt his hand drifting toward his cock and fought with everything he had to suppress the instinct.
Unaware of the boy’s inner struggle, Labela shifted her dangling legs. They almost revealed her, yet remained teasingly hidden. Just a little more movement and he would see everything.
"Haa…."
Marei shook his head. What was he doing? Lusting after the aunt who had adopted him—he was the lowest of the low. The way she sat there so defenseless, looking to his eyes like she was tempting him, was probably because she simply saw him as a child. Yes, that was far more realistic.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Where are you looking?"
"N-no… I mean…."
"I asked where you’re looking."
Labela caught his chin and lifted it. Droplets fell from her wet hair, tracing slow paths down her body. Her coercive attitude left him stammering. The first beautiful young woman’s naked form he had ever seen, combined with the overwhelming, domineering aura she radiated, robbed the boy—who had only just entered adolescence—of even the courage to lie.
"Your… breasts…."
"And?"
"Your stomach…."
"And?"
Marei pressed his lips together. It was too embarrassing. He hesitated, afraid he would be scolded severely if he spoke, but Labela seemed to enjoy his reluctance. A small smile played on her lips—a mischievous smile the boy, with his eyes averted, could not see.
"And?"
"That’s… um…."
"And?"
"Lower… down…."
At the way he couldn’t even say it properly, Labela let out a soft snort. Then she gripped his chin and yanked him toward her with surprising strength. Once again they were close enough to share breath. Her face, flushed from the heat of the bath, filled his vision. Those violet eyes burned with intense heat.
"Lower? Where exactly?"
"Your… your… pussy…."
"Hah… so you looked at my pussy? At the woman who said she would become your mother?"
"I-I’m sorry. Hng…! Th-that place…!"
Guilt overwhelmed him; he could not meet her gaze. He had no idea why she was suddenly acting this way or what she was thinking. All he could do was shudder at the powerful grip of her white hand suddenly seizing his cock, letting out a faint moan.
"You saw my body and got this… hard."
"S-sorry…."
Marei’s head drooped. The flat, authoritative voice of Labela—the director of the empire’s infamous Inspectorate—was not something an ordinary student could withstand. Seeing him on the verge of tears, Labela felt an even stranger emotion stir inside her.
"Do you want to see it? A woman’s sex?"
"I… that is…."
"Be honest. You want to see it, don’t you? My… pussy?"
"Yes… that’s… yes… so…."
Satisfied, Labela nodded. Still perched on the edge of the bath, she slowly parted her thighs. Between her widely spread legs, the neat green bush and the pink flesh hidden within came into view.
Was he dreaming?
Marei unconsciously leaned closer to the sight before him.
"Here it is. Look as closely as you like."
The green pubic hair had been carefully trimmed. He had thought it lush, but there was simply a lot of it. The sight made Marei’s body tremble uncontrollably. Cloudy white fluid began to rise in thick swirls inside the bath.
"Closer. Hurry."
Urged by Labela, Marei lowered his head further, drinking in every detail of her most secret place. The closed mound between the curls of hair. From the twitching slit that seemed to greet him, a sticky liquid—nothing like water—flowed freely. Closer and closer, until the pink flesh visible between the folds made Marei exhale a hot breath directly onto Labela’s petals.
"Khhuuu…!"
At the same time, a cute cry escaped Labela’s lips. She had been biting down hard, yet saliva still spilled between her parted lips. Marei stared at her in a daze.
"Haa… haa… haa… Here. This small swollen bud is the clitoris. Can you see it?"
Labela spread the mound herself, showing the boy the pink nub that peeked boldly above the outer lips.
"Touch it… the place where a woman feels the best… ngh… yes… right there…."
Following her guidance, he brushed the tiny clit that protruded at the entrance of the green garden. Labela’s whole body shuddered violently as she gripped the edge of the tub. At the tip of her fully erect pink nipple, beads of moisture—sweat or water—glistened.
"Good boy… yes… there…. Now the entrance of my vagina… that spot is my G-spot… come, touch it slowly. Before the act, stroke this place… yes… there… ngh…."
She was using her own body to teach a woman’s pleasures to an ignorant young boy. Why she felt this way, how it had come to this—every such thought seemed trivial and vanished like smoke. Only the sheer happiness, joy, and anticipation of the moment remained. Labela swallowed hard.
Matching her expectation, the sight of the supreme beauty spreading her legs and revealing her sex openly made Marei’s hand naturally reach for the tightly closed mound.
"As you wish… spreading me so boldly… huu…!"
While gently stroking the entrance, Marei slowly parted the hidden folds. At once, thick nectar began streaming down into the bathwater. Faced with a woman’s sex for the first time, Marei’s cock swelled harder and larger than ever before. The sight of the twitching flesh and the deeply recessed hole made his throat burn with thirst. He wanted to lick it.
Naturally, he brought his tongue to her entrance.
-Lick.
"Huuuu…!!"
A single light stroke and the pink flesh clenched tight between the spread lips, gushing fresh nectar. It had no discernible flavor, yet the sticky fluid clinging to his tongue felt more addictive than anything he had ever tasted. He wanted more. He wanted to drink more of Lady Labela’s honey.
Marei pushed his tongue between the trembling folds and sucked greedily at the flowing nectar, making wet, obscene sounds.
-Slurrrrp… slurp… slurrrp…
"Khhuuu… if you s-suck… hiiit… I c-can’t even… kkh… talk like this… uuu…!"
He felt Labela’s hand pressing on his head, but there was no real strength in it—only an adorable, half-hearted resistance. No, it was something far more lewd: her fingers gently clutching his hair and pulling him closer.
-Slurrrp… slurrrp… sluuuurp…!
It truly had no taste. Only stickiness. That was why he could swallow it so naturally. He sucked, drank, drove his tongue deeper to scrape out more nectar and swallowed again. The more he tasted, the more the flavorless fluid transformed into honey, then into sweet ambrosia.
Naturally he lifted her thighs onto his shoulders, wrapped his arms around them, and buried his face even deeper, devouring and pressing into her most intimate flesh.
"Guuu… stop… kkuuu… your t-tongue… ngh… don’t p-put it in… ahh… kkh… no more… hu hu…! Khuu…!"
The long, elegant hand that had been gently tugging his head for more just moments ago now pushed against the boy’s forehead with genuine resistance. Yet at Labela’s weak but unmistakable protest, Marei only pressed his face deeper and tasted her more roughly, more greedily.
It couldn’t possibly feel this good.
Labela’s vision flashed white, then returned to color. She had no choice but to push the boy’s head away. Any more and she would lose herself completely. She had never taken drugs, but she felt her brain would melt from pleasure beyond anything drugs could provide.
"Lady Labela, please… let me drink more."
"W-wait… just a moment… ngh… ah, if you curl your tongue inside… uhuuu…!"
She reached out, trying to push away the boy whose face was buried between her legs, but pleasure had robbed her limbs of strength. She could only make a token effort to push his head before her fingers weakly clutched his hair again, surrendering as he ravished her.
-Slurp. Slurp. Slurrrp…
"Khu… ng… s-stop… no more… I’m g-going to… huuu…."
At the very least she had to stay in control. She was supposed to lead. But it felt too good; she couldn’t do anything. Even as her mind screamed no, it shouldn’t be like this, her body tensed her thighs and trembled helplessly under the immense pleasure given by a boy far smaller than herself.
-Sluuuuurp… gulp.
The rough breath against her lower belly, the nose stirring her pubic hair—Labela could not even close her mouth. For the first time in her life she had lost control of her own body, helplessly captivated by the boy’s actions.
-Slurrrrrp… slurp… gulp… sluuuurp!!!
No more… this can’t continue.
Her voice refused to emerge. Breath caught in her throat like a knot. The words she could not release tickled and clawed at the inside of her neck. The excruciating pleasure seeping into her body felt as if it were burning her from within. She could not control herself.
Yet instinct whispered in her ear. It seized her lungs and forced the words out for the boy’s sake.
"Go… guuu… goaaa… goa… goaa…."
This isn’t right. This isn’t right at all.
Labela’s eyes lost focus. Unable to resist the boy amid the flashing, whitening pleasure, she offered herself to him like a sacrifice. It was too much. Hooking her legs around the neck of the boy who was little more than a child, her waist lifted on its own.
-Slurp… sluuuurp!!
With the boy’s tongue roughly stirring her depths and his lips sucking hard on her clit, she released the scream she had wanted to let out in a pathetically loud voice.
"Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang…!"
Labela trembled violently, thighs quivering as she roughly squirted her nectar across the boy’s face—nothing like the composed woman he had seen or imagined.