The Church Games [Labella & Erden] (5)
Labella thrashed wildly, her body twisting as desperate gasps tore from her throat. “Haaah… M-Marei… M-mommy… Mommy is…”
Beside her, Labella de Pawen—the Director of Valter’s Audit Bureau—knelt next to the Saintess. Both women had thick adult toys buried deep inside their pussies as they stared with feverish eyes at the young boy before them.
“You both know the loser gets punished, right?”
The Saintess and the Inspector General lay naked on all fours, the obscene toys lodged inside them, gazing with aching longing at the young boy who smiled with wicked amusement. It was a deranged sight, yet if one remembered that she called herself “mommy,” the boy standing before Labella was none other than her adopted son, Marei de Pawen.
“M-Marei… please… N-noona… haaah…!!”
With long dildos stuffed inside both his mother’s and the Saintess’s cunts, Marei watched them tremble violently. Two thin strings dangled from his small hand. Matching dog collars circled the necks of the Saintess and the Director of the Audit Bureau, each connected to those strings.
“Erden noona suggested it. We’d see who could last longer. Mommy said she wanted to play too.”
“Auuuuh…”
“Aaaahng…”
Marei burned with the urge to simply mount the two women sprawled before him, but Erden—while servicing him with her hands and mouth—had suggested a fun game instead. Even as both women begged in sultry voices, Marei shook his head.
Though the game had been her idea, Marei had already been fucking both his mother and the Saintess at the same time. Since he could have them later anyway, he simply swung his painfully swollen cock and indulged his lust. When Labella grew interested in Erden’s proposal, she had clung to him with both legs, demanding his cum, only to sabotage him right before climax. Of course, as the filial son who knew every weakness of his mother, Marei had bitten down gently on her nipple, swirling his tongue around the tip until her thighs went slack. But then the Saintess had pressed down on him from behind, sliding a finger into his ass or licking him, threatening to force his orgasm and ruining his rhythm.
After the boiling urge to cum and their desperate pleas had forced him to agree—“Fine. I’ll play the game… but I want to fill Mommy’s womb… I want to cum inside…!”—he had pumped so much semen into his mother’s uterus that her belly had swollen noticeably. That had led to this moment.
“Both of you, try harder. You know touching my body means instant disqualification, right?”
Deep despair flooded the eyes of the two women—no, the two bitches.
The game Erden had proposed, driven by her desire to monopolize Marei and suppress Labella’s momentum, was simple and utterly depraved. With the vibrators buried in their pussies and set to maximum intensity, the one who endured longest would win. The loser would become the winner’s pet for an entire day, in addition to being Marei’s pet. To gain the upper hand, they had spent the entire contest secretly fighting—roughly groping the breasts of the rival pressed beneath Marei, or shoving fingers into unoccupied holes to force sudden orgasms. The sheer obscenity of it had left even Labella unable to resist agreeing.
—Bzzzzzzzzzt!!
“How does it feel, Mommy? Do you like the toy?”
“Aangh, I-I like cock… Mommy likes her son’s cock… I-I hate toys… Please use your cock… haaah…!”
Seeing both women staring desperately at his penis, Marei deliberately stroked himself in front of them, offering a few casual words while enjoying their obscene contest. The vibrator labeled “Hecaton” delivered brutally powerful vibrations. When Marei had pressed the button out of curiosity, the violent shaking had nearly made him drop it in shock.
“What about you, Erden noona? You said you masturbate with toys all the time, so this should be easy for you, right?”
“Auuuuh… L-lately… just thinking of Marei… I haven’t been able to masturbate at all… I can’t… It’s true… haaah… Even with toys or my fingers… I can’t feel satisfied… Hiiit… Hiii…!!”
Even as he slowly stroked his cock to tease them, the urge to cum barely rose. Perhaps it was because he had already released so much, or perhaps because his magnificent cock had been spoiled so thoroughly by these two women’s heavenly pussies that ordinary masturbation felt awkward. The two women stared at the cock positioned between them like starving people gazing at perfectly grilled meat, drool spilling from their mouths. A thick bead of white fluid hung from the tip. They swallowed hard, desperately clenching their inner walls to keep the dildos from sliding out.
“N-noona… unlike Mommy… aangh, you only got to see Marei after a whole week… khhht…! Right? Right? Right? Pleeeease… please…!”
Erden changed tactics, trying to appeal to Marei’s sympathy. Seeing this, Labella grit her teeth and cut the Saintess off.
“Marei… would you rather Mommy became the Saintess’s pet…? Huaaang… Marei…”
Labella looked up at him with eyes that seemed on the verge of tears. Since she had been the one training Marei, she was confident she would win any fight over who he preferred. That confidence had led her to speak without thinking. Marei let out a small groan.
The Saintess noona who offered her asshole freely, and Lady Labella who served him with her entire body. Having to choose between them felt like torture.
“Mmm… Mommy…”
“M-Marei…”
Marei grabbed Labella’s chin and forced her to meet his eyes. The woman who had been certain of victory suddenly realized the situation was twisting in a strange direction. She called out to her beloved son in a tense voice, but he only smiled bitterly.
“Mommy, you asked me to raise you once I grew up, remember…?”
“Hauuuh… Y-yes… B-but… but right now…”
“You don’t want me to raise you? You don’t want to be my cute pet like Ren?”
Labella swallowed dryly. The light streaming through the stained glass made her pale face glisten. Her purple eyes darted back and forth, desperately searching for words to resist the term “raise you.”
“Well? Mommy, do you hate the idea of me raising you? Do you hate me?”
“I-I… I… that’s… that’s… Marei… huuuh…!”
The long dildo began slowly sliding out of Labella’s slick, gripping folds. The toy, which not only vibrated but also moved back and forth, had stolen the strength from her lower body, allowing it to slip free.
“You don’t like it when I press and grind against your womb like this, Mommy? Hmm? You don’t want me?”
“Aaaaah, I-I… I… Marei… I…”
Even though the technique she had once used on him was now being turned against her, Labella could offer no resistance. Her mind had gone completely white, filled only with the words “being (sexually) raised by my son.”
Before meeting Marei, she would have wrinkled her nose at such a story, calling it disgusting garbage and throwing it in the trash. But now?
The mere suggestion that her adopted son—who barely reached her chest—was going to (sexually) raise her made her pussy flood like a river bursting through green undergrowth. The pleasure was so intense it dwarfed anything the black dildo stirring inside her could provide. Labella’s toes curled tightly, her feet shaking uncontrollably.
“You… hate me…?”
He broke their gaze and brought his cock—glistening with thick semen—right up to her face. It hovered just out of reach. When Labella breathed raggedly, the viscous fluid smeared across the tip of her nose and stretched between them like threads.
“Auuuuh… I… I… Aah, Marei…”
Every time her body shuddered with each breath, the white strands connecting her nose and his cock stretched and contracted. Unable to resist gravity, the obscene liquid gathered in the middle, forming a lewd arch before suddenly snapping and landing with a wet smack on Labella’s pink lips.
“I really want to pump so much cum into Mommy’s pussy… Mommy’s cunt feels so much better than Erden’s…”
Labella’s thighs clamped shut. The thick vibrator slid out with an audible plop. Like elastic fabric, her pussy slowly closed, then clenched tightly. At the same time, sweat carrying the thick scent of a female in heat poured from her entire body, so potent it stung the nose.
“…Please… raise me… I’m begging you…”
—Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!!
The dildo that had fallen to the floor spun uselessly, vibrating violently as it searched for direction.
“It’s not good to spoil a pet too much.”
“Uuh… But… Y-yes…”
She tried to make excuses at Erden’s words, but when the Saintess stared at her with an icy gaze she had never seen before, Labella unconsciously answered and lowered her head. She wore a pure white outfit that clung to every curve from waist to hips to knees. The white nun’s habit was being tortured by her enormous breasts, threatening to burst free at any moment. It hugged her smooth belly, clearly outlining her sunken navel, and stretched obscenely over her massive ass, revealing the lines of her groin.
“The first and second rules are always to show that you are above them. Remember that.”
“Yes…”
Unknown metal ornaments scattered across the outfit caught the light and sparkled. Delicate lace that accentuated her breasts featured faint images of baby angels. The clothing itself seemed far from sensual, yet her voluptuous body mercilessly transformed the very word “sensuality” into something that stole one’s breath.
“Now then, let’s try again. From the beginning.”
Erden’s green eyes watched calmly. Her purple hair cascaded all the way to her hips, carrying a pleasant fragrance.
“Mommy. Hand…”
“Again!”
Labella rose onto her knees and placed her hand on the one Marei held out, her eyes sparkling. But Erden shouted sharply and yanked hard on the leash around Labella’s neck, causing the woman being treated as a pet to tumble sideways.
“…Labella. Paw.”
The words “Mommy is a pet” had stirred curiosity, sadism, and some unknown emotion in Marei, making him side with Erden. Yet he couldn’t help wondering if this was really okay. Still, the Saintess strictly continued his education.
“Marei. That’s not a hand, it’s a paw. Because she’s a pet.”
“Yes… Labella, front paw…”
Impromptu and incomprehensible emotions clouded his mind. The reality of treating his own mother as a pet—far different from his fantasies—made his lips tremble nonstop. And yet his cock looked ready to tear through his pants. Labella, having placed her “front paw” on his hand, brought her face close to the massive bulge straining against Marei’s trousers.
“N-no… You didn’t give permission…”
“You have to say it more firmly!”
At Erden’s scolding, Marei ignored Labella’s longing gaze and spoke again.
“No. Labella… endure it…!”
“Uuuuuh……”
Labella let out a small, whimpering cry, not forgetting to glare at Erden from time to time. Her purple eyes, wet with tears as she looked up, were filled with sticky lust and aching emotion. If their eyes met, the words “it’s okay” seemed ready to spill from his lips at any moment.