The First Night (1)
His iron-hard arm forced its way between the stiffened girl’s thighs.
“Don’t… don’t do that…”
The resolve she had just made to keep pretending to sleep had vanished somewhere. Thoroughly terrified, the woman clamped her legs shut, trying to stop the lewd invasion.
Of course she would. Even if she had decided in her heart to endure the day by consistently feigning sleep, the moment it came to joining her body with her own son, a helpless revulsion was bound to well up.
Having lived as a noble lady for thirty years, she instinctively put up a feeble resistance to protect her chastity.
“Ahhh… augh…”
She twisted her body as heat surged hotly through her, then strained with all her might to pull her hips backward. But the more she did so, the more persistent the man’s touch became.
In all the years of her life, the only man Darin had ever taken between her legs was Viscount Bayorn—whether she had loved him or not. In the end, he alone had been the sole person permitted to invade her private place.
This can’t happen… this…
Sex with her husband had never been particularly enjoyable, yet Darin was a woman who had striven tirelessly to be a good mother and a good mistress of the house. There was no reason she would want to embrace another man now.
And for that man to be the biological son she herself had borne? No matter how much lewd fluid leaked from between her thighs, she could not simply accept it at face value.
“You need to relax. If you tense up too much, you might get hurt.”
The woman’s isolation, born of a stormy night of rain and thunder.
The white beast had no intention of missing this opportunity. Eyes blazing, he lunged to devour the woman. The words he uttered were gentle, as if soothing a child, yet the hand burrowing into his mother’s embrace was as threatening as a wild beast’s.
Ah… what on earth am I doing here…?
Whether from the exhausting day she had spent, the unbelievable situation she faced, or the aphrodisiac she had swallowed without limit, Darin felt a hazy sensation as if swimming through a dream.
Why does my lower belly itch so much?
Judging by the way she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together, “sleepy” was far less accurate than “turning into a bitch in heat.” Whatever they had smeared on those tangerine-like fruits, the effect was outstanding.
She bit down on her lip, willing the love juices to stop flowing, and even pinched her thighs, but even that seemed to register as stimulation, and her crotch flared open in a frenzy.
“Ahhh…”
Kael did not force her thighs apart with strength. He merely circled around her private area like a beast stalking its prey. She was the only woman with whom he would share a bed, and he wanted her to enjoy this moment together with him.
Gulp.
The vermilion-haired woman unintentionally let her hair cascade free before him, flaunting her alluring form. This was the moment the man had yearned for and anticipated for over a decade. His cock throbbed with excitement, but after waiting this long, what were a few more minutes? Once she sank deeply into the aphrodisiac’s thrall, she would spread her legs of her own accord.
I should ease her tension a little.
His thick fingers sticky-stroked her thighs, then pushed aside her undergarments and caressed the bush. Even with her legs closed, she could not defend all the way up to her lower belly.
Kael welcomed even this, smiling in rapture. It was less soft than her fluffy hair, yet the plump, yielding texture could not have been more delightful. Even here, Mother was so warm and soft.
C-creepy!
From Darin’s perspective, she ought to thrash about and shove him away. Yet strangely she could put no strength into her muscles, and so she was helplessly drawn along by the man’s touch.
“Don’t touch me! I said don’t touch me!”
She twisted her whole body in a rejection response, but to the man lost in love it looked only like the coquettish advances of a seductive woman.
Even in the midst of this, the red flesh between her legs glistened wetly and spat love juices, and realizing it, Darin shook her head violently. The fact that heat was rising in her crotch while spending the night with her son filled her with revulsion.
“Tangerine Meteor!”
Had she sensed the death knell of her social life? Or was she simply desperate to shatter the atmosphere somehow? Darin screamed with all her might and activated the power of her status window.
"Tangerine Meteor!"
⟨ Tangerine Meteor ⟩
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
However, Tangerine Meteor was a power that manifested in the sky, so all that happened was a heap of tangerines swirling against the inn’s roof.
“Haha…”
Kael tenderly, with deep affection, tightly embraced the small body of the girl whose face was filled with despair. With his other hand he pressed and kneaded the softly rising breasts.
Even her sincere resistance was utterly adorable. He wanted to protect this fragile jewel from now on—so that no beast like his father would ever covet her again.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
But unlike the son’s tender lust, from Darin’s position Kael clearly felt like a beast worse than her husband. One could tell from the way she pushed at her son’s chest with feeble fists.
Kael accepted the pitiful fretting and sought to reassure his mother.
“Mother, your fear is excessive. I am only doing this because I love you. From now on, this Akael Bayern will take responsibility for your life, so please relax. I will be as considerate as possible so that it does not hurt you.”
The gentle man’s soothing sank into her ears. Truly a poignant and reliable man’s proposal. Yes—if only she were not this man’s mother.
Come to think of it, even though he was her son, he was different from her husband. Desire might be contained in the hands that caressed her, yet fundamentally they were full of consideration. Unlike the Viscount who had roughly dragged her into the bedroom while thrusting into her, Kael seemed far more intent on satisfying his mother.
Ahhh, darling…
But what flickered in her tear-brimming eyes was the face of that rogue. The barbarian of Bayorn who resembled Kael yet had a coarser impression.
In this moment more than any other, she longed for her husband. You lazy bastard. Where the hell are you right now? Your wife is about to be violated. You always crushed me underfoot yet swore no other man would touch me—so protect me. Please appear even now and stop your son.
“Augh…”
Darin fretted her legs while chewing on resentment toward her husband. Whether from the drug’s effect or the taboo, abnormal excitement bloomed.
The idea of a son about to violate his mother was horrific, but more disgusting still was herself, scattering secretions beneath her son. Fearing real disaster, she summoned every last scrap of strength and rolled off the bed, but before long she was trapped between thighs hard as a stallion’s, and even that was completely sealed off.
“Ka… Kael…!?”
The beast that had revealed its true nature was already atop the bed, slyly spreading the girl’s legs. A face full of curiosity that did not match his massive frame. It was the anticipation of finally being able to look between the legs of the woman he had long adored.
Watching this, fragments of Kael’s childhood flickered through the Viscountess’s mind.
How he had always tried to kiss his mother.
How he had insisted on washing her clothes himself.
How he had burst into the room while the couple was having sex, saying he wanted to see Mother…
Could it be that all of this…?
“I love you, Mother.”
The man’s heated confession pierced his mother’s ear. As she always had, Darin murmured reflexively. Mother loves you too. Yet strangely, what bloomed at the corners of her eyes was only despair in the form of tears.
It was bizarre. If a man and woman who loved each other lay together on a bed, what could be awkward? Yet that woman contorted her face as if she had become the most miserable woman in the world.
The legs she had clamped shut to hide the heat rising from below were helplessly forced open by the intruder’s hand sliding along her inner thighs. And immediately he burrowed between her legs and began pressing his lips to Darin’s face.
“Ah!?”
The lips that clung to her mouth were softer and more pliant than she expected. No—he seemed to be doing his utmost to be considerate so she would feel that way. The kiss full of kindness had approached quite quickly before contact, leaving no room to resist.
R-right now… Kael kissed me…?
The brief comfort lasted only a moment. She tried to turn her head and refuse, but the massive hand cradling the back of her head left her unable to move an inch.
He did not thrust his tongue in right away. It was like a lovers’ kiss to confirm mutual affection before the main event. Soft, pure kisses—smack, smack—were repeated a good four or five times. A languid feeling came over her, and her heart pounded madly. Her mind felt profound disgust, yet her cursed body seemed otherwise.
Her hot breath began to pant against his lips. Judging that Mother was sufficiently ready to accept, Kael parted the soft oral cavity and invaded.
“Mmph!?”
She considered biting the tongue that gently entangled hers in dislike…
“Hic, hngh…”
But she could not, because he was her one and only precious son. When her husband had forced sex in the past, Darin had bitten her tongue and resisted. Yet she could not casually do that to her own flesh and blood.
How could a mother wound the child she had borne of her own blood? No matter how slight. Darin was a mother so powerless before Kael.
In one corner of her heart, resentment toward her son bloomed. I treasure you this much—why do you hurt Mother like this? What great wrong did I ever do you?
Sensing that resentful gaze, Kael slowly drew his mouth away. Mother’s lips, glistening wet with her son’s saliva, were lewd beyond measure.
“What do I lack compared to Father…?”
“…Haa, th-that’s… what on earth are you—mmph!?”
Kael immediately sealed the mouth of the mother about to protest and refute.
“…Slurp slurp, mmph, haah.”
Darin resented the son who said only what he wanted and fled, yet also wore a dazed expression from unwanted excitement.
His thick, long tongue seemed to be thrusting into her throat in protest: Father can, so why can’t I?
The girl’s thin, small tongue could not overcome the invader and was crushed beneath her gums. Flattened against the tongue, the man’s rough tongue-work pressed close. Immediately the wet, lewd grinding of tongues made the woman’s moans echo inside her mouth.
There was no food inside the plump lips, yet he bit, sucked, and burrowed without mercy. This intense kissing was definitely that of the barbarian of Bayorn. Though he seemed softer than his father, there were many subtle resemblances.
“Mmmph!!!”
Seeing her husband’s face in the son she first faced like this made revulsion surge. It was not that Kael himself was repulsive so much as the constant reminder that the man whose tongue she was mixing with was her own blood relative, making her want to vomit.
Stroke, stroke…
She hated the caressing of the bush between her legs.
Yet she also hated the lower body that twitched as if it liked it.
She just hated everything.
Even though they had not yet joined bodies, by the time sweat and love juices were streaming down her crotch like a woman who had finished sex…
…!?
The fingers that had pushed aside her panties and groped the bush began invading even deeper.
Toward the inner cunt where a lewd scent rose, toward the plump outer lips that gave off the flesh-smell of a woman in heat.
The tightly closed lewd hole opened its tiny mouth with a wet smack to welcome the uninvited guest.