The First Night (End)
Schlick, schlick… haah…
As the man and woman broke from their deep, hungry kiss, a thick strand of saliva stretched between their tongues. Watching the expression of a woman lost entirely to lust, the man’s eyes curved into crescents of pure delight. How lovely she looked—his mother, clinging to him, thrashing in the grip of pleasure.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Kael drove his rigidly erect cock between her soft thighs, and each time the thick shaft battered against the wall of her womb, the lovely girl in his arms cried out. Softly, yet with absolute finality, he declared:
“Mother belongs to me now.”
To Kael, his mother was brilliant, gentle, and beautiful—more perfect than any woman alive. She was, without question, the finest bride the Empire could offer, the one he truly desired. The mere fact of shared blood was no reason to surrender her to another man.
The reason he had brought her to the victory celebration today had been simple. He wanted her to grow naturally wary of the outside world, and he wanted every central noble—and everyone else—to understand that the vermilion-haired girl was his companion.
And if some fool of a man still dared to covet her?
He would simply split the idiot in two with an axe.
Slick… slick…
Even as he mercilessly pounded into Darin from the mating-press position, Kael stroked her back with gentle hands, soothing her. He whispered sweet nothings—that she was all right, that he loved her—while licking the nape of her neck, and little by little Darin, being a woman after all, began to settle into the rhythm of their coupling.
From throat to toes she had been bitten; her body was covered in red marks of teeth. From tomorrow onward she would never again be able to wear a dress that bared her skin. Her son rather preferred that his mother grow more demure.
Only moments earlier she had been raving that her own son had finished inside her…
The aphrodisiac Mother took also has a contraceptive effect, so there is no great need to worry.
In her moment of despair it had been a flimsy lifeline. Darin’s warm amber eyes had lit up as she asked, “Really?” and Kael had nodded without hesitation.
“Haah… ha-euh… Kael…”
After that, Darin had simply lowered her head and accepted him in silence. Her face had gone white as she was swallowed by that vast despair; even so meager a concession had felt like an enormous mercy.
The Viscountess reasoned it this way: her son desired her only because twisted lust and long-suppressed desire had finally exploded. That was why he had not impregnated her.
But the true reason Kael had not gotten Darin pregnant was simply that the political situation was still unstable. Once he was promoted to Count and became the true head of House Bayorn, he intended to propose to his mother properly.
The white-haired beast’s long-cherished wish was only just beginning to take shape. Remembering the pure white dress his mother would one day wear, Kael felt a dizzying rush of excitement.
“I love you.”
With those endlessly repeated confessions the man kept praying. Mother might be startled at first, but once she fell with him into the abyss of incest, nothing but happiness would await her.
“Hahk… hng…”
How could Darin possibly know of her son’s sinister designs? All she could do was curl her hands and feet and tighten her walls around the cock filling her—exactly as she had once done to soothe an angry husband’s temper.
“Hic… Kael, please…”
Tears streamed from the pitiful girl’s eyes as she begged. She would sweetly endure even this repulsive time if it would satisfy whatever he wanted—so please, once enough time had passed, let him come back to his senses.
Darin intended to dismiss the despair her son had inflicted on her as nothing more than the recklessness of youth. She was no virgin, after all. If the despair could not be avoided, she could yield her body once in order to set her son straight.
But even that had its limit. Their coupling had simply gone on far too long. Kael, one of the superhumans who had slain the Demon King, could thrash his hips for hours without the slightest sign of fatigue.
“Aah! Th-that’s enough now…”
His expression was gentle, yet the cock relentlessly driving into her was as savage as a bull. Exhausted, her body already surrendered to pleasure, Darin trembled from the shoulders. Cold sweat beaded on her smooth forehead and soft lips.
Her cunt was still fluttering in joy, declaring how delicious his cock felt—but Darin was a slender woman, and sensation was steadily vanishing from her waist.
“Does it not feel good?”
“……”
“Do you dislike it?”
“—Ah!?”
Displeased by her silence, Kael snapped his hips upward, demanding an answer. Darin cried out in shock and shook her head frantically. She wanted the torment to end as quickly as possible, so she resolved to play along with her son’s mood.
“I-it feels… it feels good…”
The words were spoken carefully, watching his face—yet the way her inner walls fluttered around the dark-red cock forcing its way into her flesh suggested it was not entirely a lie.
“I-it’s just… too much. It’s not that I hate this—it’s really just too hard…”
She writhed her hips against the soft-yet-hard sensation, barely managing to voice her opinion. In truth, there was more than one reason Darin wanted the sex with her son to stop.
“Ah… aah!”
Her body was already a wreck, yet every time that sturdy, tree-like frame scraped against her flesh, her waist convulsed. Her mind was returning in scattered fragments—clear proof the aphrodisiac was weakening—yet somehow the dizzying pleasure kept rising without end.
The longer the act continued, the more a certain desire began to stir in a corner of her heart: empty your head like a bitch who has lost herself and become nothing but a beast.
Th-this can’t be… Why am I…?
Darin’s reason flipped the warning switch: do not continue this any longer. If she emptied her mind beneath the barrage of fierce pleasure, she truly would become a mindless animal.
As their bodies mixed, even a sense of comfort rose—because his scent was so similar to her husband’s. Viscount Bayorn had been the only man she had shared her body with for decades. And Kael resembled his father in many ways—superior ways, at that. Setting the incest aside, it was no wonder she found a kind of stability in him.
“Please, please stop, Kael!”
Cursing her own lewd body, Darin pleaded with her son. Unaware that his mother was gradually crumbling, Kael misread the signs as mere physical collapse and slowly nodded—signaling that this next creampie would be the last.
“…Will you do this for me again next time?”
At Kael’s question Darin’s eyes went round as an owl’s. She had planned to end the relationship after this single time and thereafter persuade her son—yet he was asking to join their bodies again, just like today?
“……”
She wanted to refuse at once. But her son’s blue eyes glittered with a chilling light, as though he meant to devour her, and her head would not turn aside. If she rejected him now, an even greater despair seemed certain to follow.
“Unlike Father, I have no intention of ‘forcing’ Mother.”
The beast’s gaze as he regarded his parents was truly cold. At last Darin understood the meaning of the words “I have no intention of forcing you.”
The choice is free—but the consequences can never be escaped.
“Hic… hng…”
Her chin trembling, Darin slowly lowered her head in assent. Watching his mother quiver before him like a small animal, Kael smiled with pure joy.
“Thank you.”
How leisurely the carnivore looked, having driven its prey into a corner. Though Kael’s lust still burned fiercely, his mother had promised—however reluctantly—to accept him, so he decided to yield a little. After joining with her tonight, he was certain she did not entirely hate him.
Drive her mad with sex. That plan would be easily accomplished once they had mixed their bodies a few more times.
Squeeze.
Kael gripped her pure-white thighs and buried his face against the curve of her neck, intending to savor the scent of the female he loved as he came.
Thud-thud-thud-thud!
The woman’s legs spread wide; the red sex between them greedily sucked at the man’s cock. This final round of coupling was mercilessly rough.
“Ah… ah, ah!”
Pleasure began to melt the woman’s face. The dull, alien sensation driving into her felt maddeningly good. Fighting the overwhelming rush of excitement, Darin forced her eyes open and let her entire mouth tremble.
As she swallowed something monstrous that scarcely seemed human, her hips bucked of their own accord, unable to contain their desire. Every time her son’s cock twitched and scraped her inner walls, a tingling rose through her whole body—what was that sensation? Darin truly did not want to know.
Schlick… schliiiick.
Sticky love juices splattered messily between the joined sexes of man and woman. The woman’s sex, fouled with foam, looked both utterly lovely and as lewd as a greedy harlot steeped in lust.
Mournful tears once more wet the eyes of the woman panting for breath. Her exhausted mind had lost all meaning of resistance. She simply surrendered her consciousness to the hips that instinctively bucked.
The man’s soft laughter rang through the bedroom. She claimed she was dying, yet her cunt accepted his cock and poured out love juices. Watching it steadily, Kael wore a wicked smile as he cast her down into the abyss.
“Mother is a lewd woman.”
“Hng… hyaaah…!”
Darin answered only with an obscene moan. She had neither the wits to refute him nor, catching glimpses of her own face in the mirror, the shame left to try.
“Kh!”
The thick lower body driving into the woman’s crotch gave a shallow spasm. The beast exhaled a rough breath, preparing to pour his seed into his female.
“Good. Ah, so good, Mother.”
That narrow hole which struggled to take even two fingers was accepting his thick cock while spilling slick fluid—it felt maddeningly lewd and lovable.
Faced with such a soft, gentle cunt, not a single woman in the Imperial Capital crossed his mind. Still less did he wish to share this with any other male.
The flushed gaze of a man in love traveled over the woman’s naked body, soiled with semen and fluids; soon thick fingers began to knead the girl’s pink nipples with relentless care.
“Aang… uwaaah…!”
Thud, thud—the great mass of flesh kept thrusting into the thoroughly soaked cleft, spurting thick ropes of semen. Darin, by now accustomed to the pulse of seed battering her walls, screamed and came hard.
Her body, no longer obeying her, writhed helplessly. Kael watched his mother’s pitiful figure with deep satisfaction. The coquettish form of a female conquered by a male was truly beautiful.
Slowly the man pressed his lips to the ear of the woman screaming in fierce climax, and with more sincerity than ever before he confessed his heart.
That he loved her more than anyone else in this world.