The First Night (2)
“Ahnn…!?”
Kael gazed down at the woman’s face, flushed a deep, blooming crimson. Even as she tried to deny her own heat, she moaned and flung her arms around his neck — coyly, maddeningly so.
A woman who had borne two children, baring a single hole to him. The way she blushed scarlet like a virgin was almost endearing. And every time their eyes met, that little opening fluttered and clenched, so lewd it stirred something dark and forbidden in him.
He parted the soft thicket and dragged a finger slowly up the exposed red folds. The woman thrashed, splashing water, utterly undone. Her face twisted side to side in a show of resistance, yet the twin mounds between her legs rubbed greedily against his fingers, drooling without shame.
“Why is it so wet down here while your own son is molesting you…?”
“N-no, it’s not like that, I—”
Her treacherous body refused to obey, and Darin felt like weeping. The aphrodisiac was one thing, but who had spent the entire kiss groping every inch of her, stoking the fire until she burned? She hated how her son could play innocent so smoothly.
Even so, this unnatural excitement was wrong. Had she truly gone into heat for her own flesh-and-blood son? Was she that kind of madwoman?
It can’t be.
It absolutely could not be. Darin forced herself to blame the drug alone. Yes, his caresses were far more skillful and coaxing than her husband’s had ever been — but in the end, it was still her child doing this. What mother would go into heat over that?
“This is all your fault…!”
She bit down hard on her plump lower lip and spat the resentment at him. For the first time, Darin — always the weaker one before Kael — was truly angry. Had she not already been drowning in pleasure, her voice would have been far louder. But the aphrodisiac only grew stronger with every passing moment, and even her throat was losing its strength.
It should have been an act of pure rage, yet her face looked so young that it came across as little more than a child’s sulk. And watching those practiced fingers slap wetly between a girl’s thighs, one could almost forget who was supposed to be the virgin here.
Kael simply drank in his mother’s coquettish form and felt a bottomless thirst. No matter how many times he kissed her, the dryness never left. He would have to drink something else.
“Mother, spread your legs. Let me see the place that gave birth to me.”
“I… I don’t want to!!!”
The filthy words that gouged straight into a parent’s heart made the girl shriek. Whether she liked it or not, her son’s massive upper body had already forced its way between her thighs, leaving her no room to close them.
Did she not realize that the fiercer her resistance, the more his mouth watered? Somewhere deep inside Kael, the urge to conquer a female began to rise and bare its teeth.
He lowered his head again and buried himself in Darin’s sex. Thick fingers gently parted the dark curls.
Those dense hairs, slick and gleaming with her juices, were obscenely beautiful. And the sour-sweet scent rising from the thin slit — what of that? His mother had always smelled of citrus trees, bright and clean; the musky, female reek of her now struck him with twice the force.
Is this woman truly the one who gave birth to me…?
The red inner flesh was clenched so tightly it looked no different from a virgin’s. Who could look at this firmly closed pink sex and call her a married woman?
He had never slept with another woman, but from anatomy texts and the teachings of the cult he knew a body that had given birth was supposed to change a great deal. Yet even here, his mother was breathtakingly lovely.
The sour-sweet, fishy scent of a female leaking from between those wide-open legs left him with only one thought: he had to take her. It was a far more potent natural aphrodisiac than anything he had fed her.
Unable to endure the thirst any longer, the man soon buried his face between her thighs.
“Ahnnn!? K-Kael…!”
Her eyes, glazed with heat, were pitiful. His lower body, at last able to satisfy its hunger, began to throb with pure joy.
A tongue that was just rough enough, and hot, gently sucked the plump flesh into his mouth. To Kael, the scarlet inner lips were sweeter than any fruit — as red as her own lips.
The soft, almost tender movement of that tongue forced Darin to arch her back and let out shallow moans. Her husband’s caresses had always been rough, something she had to endure. This was the first time she had ever felt such affectionate foreplay, and her hips rose of their own accord.
“Nnh… nn… nnnn…”
A pleasant tickle raced through her entire body until Darin no longer felt like herself. She had become a greedy slut who would take any man — even her own son. She was not that kind of woman. She truly was not.
“Haaah… Kael…”
At the tender call, the man greedily sucking her sex curved his eyes into a smile. Even as she pretended otherwise, the heat in her voice was unmistakable.
What male would not be happy when the female he loved accepted his caresses so willingly?
Every time his tongue thrust into her entrance and the high bridge of his nose pressed hard against her swollen clit, a maddening spark tore through her crotch.
The heated hole no longer cared about incest or anything else; it simply wanted a cock right now. It even chewed greedily on her son’s tongue, as if it liked the intrusion far too much.
Inside her carelessly opened top, pink nipples stiffened and twitched. At the sight of that dizzyingly lewd female form, his massive cock swelled, veins standing out rigid.
— Schlick, schlick… suck…
The relentless foreplay made her aroused sex gush wave after wave of fluid. Not only was she spreading her legs in an M for her own son, she was pouring out that fishy nectar right in front of him. Darin burned with shame, but the drug had long since flooded every part of her; she could no longer resist the way she had earlier.
“Hic… hhuk…”
She was truly disgusted with herself for being unable to control her body. On top of that came the hurt she felt toward her son, the resentment toward her husband, and finally the guilt that rose for her second child, Piel. The tangled emotions of a woman breaking the laws of heaven kept wetting her eyes without rest.
“Nngh!”
Then a single thick finger slowly began to push in and out. Following the roll of his mother’s hips, the wet squelching as it stirred her cervix rang lewdly through the bedroom.
At that obscenely filthy sound — enough to make the mind go blank — Darin’s convulsing legs spread even wider of their own accord.
“What do I do, what do I do, what…!”
Her thighs trembled violently as she let out pitiful, broken sounds. It was not hard to understand the source of that “what do I do.”
It felt so good she no longer knew what to do.
But a mother must never show such a disgraceful sight in front of her child.
And yet she could not even resist, so all that remained was the helpless thought that she truly did not know what to do.
Darin’s mind was turning pure white. The aphrodisiac’s command: stop thinking and accept your own child like a beast.
“Does it feel that good?”
His eyes curved into crescents as he shoved a second thick finger inside. Schlick-schlick — they were only fingers, yet so thick it felt no different from being fucked. Excited by the wet, splashing sounds, her hips jerked up and down without mercy.
She sobbed that it wasn’t true, it wasn’t, it wasn’t like that. Meaningless words, of course.
“I hate it, I said I hate it.”
“Liar. Your wet little hole is chewing so deliciously on your son’s fingers, isn’t it?”
“Th-that’s… aaaah…”
Just as Kael said, her lower body was chewing tightly around her son’s fingers. Whether she had taken the drug or not, the undeniable reality tore her chest to pieces. Darin flushed, hung her head, and simply let the tears fall, praying this nightmare would end even a little sooner.
“Mother, why do you look so sad? Haven’t you always told me, ever since I was little, that you would give me anything I wanted?”
She had. She had always said that to her young son, wanting to give him everything.
But what normal parent would ever imagine their son would want his own mother’s chastity? And for twenty years there had been no sign of this, so the absurdity left her reeling.
No — looking back, there had been several strange moments, but she had simply dismissed them as a little boy who loved his mother too much.
“Please, try to understand your son’s heart a little. You may be shocked, but I have carried this feeling for decades.”
Darin licked her lips, then slammed a fist into the shoulder of the son who was smiling that lewd smile, and shouted,
“Do you think that makes any sense at all!? Mmph!”
A thick tongue shoved in to silence her angry voice. If words would not make her understand, he would make her body understand instead.
— Schlick, suck…
The heated kiss, tongues endlessly tangled, lasted several minutes. When her son finally drew back a little, Darin panted hard, trying to catch her breath.
“I will give you a rapture you have never experienced. Enough to unravel your womb and make it tingle.”
“Please, please stop saying things like that…”
It was the coaxing of a lowly beast that knew nothing but mating.
The mother wore an expression of despair, as if she could not believe it.
The son smiled happily as he thrust into the hole that sucked so tightly around his hand.
— Slap, slap!
The two fingers, tensed with force, began to pick up speed. Every time the fierce pleasure struck her womb, the lewd sound of flesh meeting flesh rose.
“Aaaah…!”
In the overwhelming pleasure, not only the sex that held his fingers but even her soft pink anus clenched, the folds of her pussy sticking wetly to his fingers.
Soon her toes curled. Her back and waist arched. She knew she must not, yet the pleasure plundering her insides left her unable to control her body. The baron’s wife filled the bedroom with clearer, sharper moans than she ever had when she lay with her husband.
Every time the diagonally crooked fingers shoved in and rattled her womb, her entire vagina convulsed. Under the intense stimulation, white discharge streamed steadily from the heated seam of her sex.
“Aah, aaaang!!!”
Her mind felt ready to break, yet she could not fall asleep, so there was nothing left but to surrender her body to the pleasure. Darin shook her hips obscenely and sobbed. In the end it became impossible to tell whether she was crying from joy or from sorrow — only the coquettish weeping of a female remained.
And then—
“Kyaaaah!”
The fingers that had been happily thrusting into her suddenly pulled free, and the empty hole began to flutter madly. A shallow climax crackled through her; her waist bent like a bow, and even thicker droplets gathered in the aching place below.
“Haah… haah…”
The girl gasped again and again, her crotch twitching. The lovely woman’s lewd form only stoked the beast’s desire higher.
“…I can’t hold back any longer.”
The white beast growled and drew out his massive stake. He was so aroused that the tip gleamed with thick precome.
— Press.
Kael pressed the hard, erect cock firmly against the woman’s lower belly, smiling a bitter smile as he did so.
“You like it too, don’t you, Mother? Mixing bodies like beasts.”
Strangely, it was the perpetrator’s eyes that seemed to flicker with hatred. Clear in Kael’s mind was the memory of the woman he loved sobbing and scattering tears in another man’s arms.
Yes. Absurdly, this man had treated the mother who had kept her chastity for so many years as if she were a woman who had been unfaithful all along. From long, long ago, to Kael the woman named Darin had never been a mother — she had been his mate.
“Haven’t you always said it? That you love me more than Father.”
That she loved him more than Father — yes, that was not wrong at all. But the son’s position seemed to differ greatly from Darin’s.
“So there’s no reason you can’t spread your legs for me.”
The low growl had barely settled when the man’s huge hands seized her pure-white thighs and yanked her body flush against him.
At last the thick, long cockhead tapped against the narrow hole that was already drooling. Feeling the wet touch of the female, Kael’s eyes shone like a beast’s.
He would leave the mark that this woman was his.