Intercourse (Complete)
A soft woman’s breasts crushed and rubbed against a hard man’s chest. There was a certain pleasure in kneading flesh made sticky with sweat and other fluids.
Kael slowly worked the woman’s earlobe between his fingers and coaxed her in a low, gentle voice.
“Mother, do you enjoy having your nipples twisted that much?”
“Yes… yes, yes…”
“You’re so pretty and lovely like this. How can you tell your son to give up? Don’t you feel even a little sorry?”
“I-I don’t know…!”
“Stick out your tongue.”
The woman, drowning in pleasure, reflexively thrust her tongue out and wet the man’s rough lips. The girl who had been full of tears only moments before pressed her mouth to his in an effort to soothe the aroused man.
A small tongue, trembling with tension and urgency, slipped into his mouth like a tiny fruit.
Darin was smaller than most grown women, yet her cervix sat unusually deep—as if she had been born from the start to take a man of massive build.
Schlick, schlick, suck.
Her cervix, delighted by the cock that had returned after several days, pushed its lips forward. It even sucked the glans into its thin little hole with wet, greedy pulls, as if it wanted to be impregnated that very instant.
Every time the cock drove in and crushed against that place, Darin jerked her hips and cried out. Even that was not enough for Kael; he lodged the head against the entrance of her womb and ground it in slow, wet circles.
“Haaaah! Kaeel!!!”
A faint climax rose and the woman’s waist twisted obscenely. Her soft, sparse pubic hair rubbed flush against the man’s pubic bone; almost no gap remained between their joined bodies. With him grinding and thrusting like that, the female could not keep her mind straight.
“G-gently! Gen-tly…!”
Fear rose because she knew that if her son simply decided to, he could punch straight through her cervix. That place was a baby’s room—no cock was supposed to enter there.
Kael, reduced to a single beast, could barely restrain his own hunger. He knew that forcing his cock in carelessly could injure her, so he was holding back as best he could.
Yet the sobbing, panting moans of the woman under him sent shivers down his limbs until endurance became nearly impossible. She no longer felt like a mother who deserved consideration; she felt like a bitch made only for him. From head to toe, how could she be so lewd? Small as she was, she seemed born with a talent for driving men mad.
Drunk on the fatal charm of a femme fatale, Kael’s face twisted under the waterfall of climax that crashed through him. Conquering her cervix and tasting that triumph would have to wait until she was more used to him. For now, scattering his seed inside her came first.
He wanted her to bear his child as soon as possible. Not one or two—five or six at the very least, or the itch would never ease. Mother had always been fiercely attached to him; once she carried that many of his children she would never even think of running.
Compare the life of a baronial noble to that of a commoner.
And consider her gentle heart.
A woman who put a child’s welfare first would never flee with the child, nor cast the child aside. Sooner or later she would have no choice but to accept him.
Thud, thud, smack!
Kael hammered roughly at the mouth of her womb and made his decision. He would clear away every obstacle standing between them—even if that obstacle was his own liege, the Grand Duke of the North—and impregnate her as soon as possible.
“Haa… ha-uuuh… Kael…”
The man looked down at the face of the woman clinging tightly to him. The deep, low breaths she kept spilling, pickled in excitement, were unbearably endearing.
How could his mother fit him so perfectly? Soft, tight cunt-flesh, yet a passage that was not shallow. It felt like a hole created solely to receive his cock. The upper mouth that dripped sweet, orange-scented saliva seemed made to take his tongue.
Below, a home for his cock; above, a home for his tongue. Including her pure and gentle nature, the woman named Darin was a perfect, snug little female that belonged only to him.
And he was supposed to give up a woman like this simply because she was his mother?
Absurd.
Slap, slap-slap-slap!
Hot, slick cunt-flesh chewed on his cock from every direction. Kael thought he would go insane. She kept saying no with her mouth while her lower half wrung his cock as if she meant to melt it.
“Kh…! I’m going to come inside.”
“N-no, o-outside! Ah! Come outside!”
The moment he announced he would finish inside, the girl startled and shook her head with a cry of alarm.
“You took the contraceptive, so it’s fine, isn’t it?”
“E-even so I hate it—creampies—ha-uut! I-inside is no good…!”
“Hmm…”
Feeling slighted by the mother who tried to push him away, Kael drove his cock harder in retaliation. He locked his arms around her pale body so she could not escape his embrace.
Throb, throb—Darin felt the violent pulse of the cock inside her and realized her son had reached the edge. The way he tightened his hold meant only one thing: he intended to plant his seed no matter what.
“L-let go!”
Darin shoved desperately at her son’s torso with her slender arms. But her strength was frail, and the overwhelming pleasure made resistance nearly impossible.
“Hic… huuk… Ka-Kael, please…”
“……”
Kael furrowed one brow. He could not understand how a woman who had taken dozens of creampies during the victory parade could now look so disgusted.
A mother’s feelings, however, were different from a son’s. The day after she had first been violated by her own blood, the sensation of her son’s semen gushing out between her thighs had been so horrific she never wanted to feel it again.
“Ah.”
Kael nodded as if a good idea had struck him. Since mother and son wanted different things, he would find a compromise.
“Then, Mother, how about this? I’ll come halfway inside, and you swallow the other half with your mouth.”
“Ha-uuuh, wh-what, what is that—aah!?”
Her face crumpled at the outrageous proposal her son made while still thrusting. Darin tried to protest, but—
Gush, gush.
“I’m coming, Mother.”
He gave her no chance. The cock-head that immediately began spurting thick ropes forced her to nod frantically.
“Ahn, aaa…! All right. All right, I said—uuut!!!?”
The instant she heard “I’m going to come inside,” Darin clung to Kael by pure reflex. Continuous stimulation had driven her over the edge as well.
The girl locked her arms around the man’s neck and squeezed the cock pulsing inside her with the muscles of her lower belly. When she bore down to milk the male’s climax, even her pink little anus fluttered open and shut—perhaps his suspicion that she had been born a natural seductress was not wrong after all.
I’ll have to fuck that hole too, later.
Kael’s keen senses caught even the flutter of her anus brushing his balls. As far as he knew, his mother’s back hole was still virgin. Thinking of that, he no longer felt so disappointed that he had not been her first man. After all, he had been the first to steal her heart.
In high spirits the man sprinted toward the final spurt of climax.
Schlick-schlick-schlick!
Soft inner flesh rubbing together produced lewd wet sounds that filled the bedroom. Kael’s orgasms were long and copious. He planned to empty himself thoroughly inside Mother, then slowly paint her mouth with whatever leaked out.
“Aaaaaah…!”
A thick jet of semen slammed against the girl’s cervical entrance like a stream of piss. Feeling the hot, sticky fluid fill her depths, Darin trembled from head to toe.
The fierce spurts did not end with a single burst. Successive explosions battered her vaginal walls again and again. The folds convulsed under the overwhelming sensation; Kael, looking thoroughly satisfied, gently flicked her clitoris.
“Kyaaaah!?”
When a man pounds all the way to the uterine wall and then stimulates the clit, a woman has no choice but to lose her mind. Darin thrashed and writhed uncontrollably until—
Pop!
—her son gripped her hips and pulled cock and cunt apart. The eyes that had rolled back in ecstasy slowly regained focus.
“Ah!?”
And above her, an endless quantity of milky fluid sprayed out. Viscous fluid stretched across her face like wet seaweed.
“You have to eat it.”
“…!”
The heavy command snapped Darin back to herself; she hurriedly buried her face between her son’s thighs. A part of her wondered how this was any different from a creampie, but—
I’m scared… so scared…
—she was too frightened to disobey. Alone with him in the dead of night, there was no telling what monstrous thing he might do next.
The memory of her son pinning her in the orange storehouse still held her in terror. Compared to that night, the way he treated her now was almost merciful.
Suck, suck. Lick, lick.
“Haa… it feels so good…”
Kael wore a rapturous expression as he looked down at his crotch. A slightly pointed yet delicate chin, round and adorable amber eyes, plump cheeks working around his cock, and the flush rising above them—she looked as pure as a virgin who had never known sex.
And what was clamped between those noble, beautiful lips? Ah, his cock. The beast found that fact supremely satisfying.
Sucking her son’s cock had been hard the first time, but the second time Darin did not seem to feel as much revulsion. She wrinkled her nose a little at the scent of her own lower body, yet the careful way she rolled her tongue and licked the foreskin folds suggested she was growing used to it.
The son loved watching the woman who had always been so demure now stretch her mouth around his cock like candy. As a reward for Mother’s diligence, Kael painted the inside of her mouth with more semen.
“Auk…”
The girl grimaced at the intense male smell. Bitter and fishy. Yet the faint musk that rose underneath kept it from being entirely unpleasant.
In a situation where she ought to feel only disgust, Darin felt something strange and wanted only to die.
When her tongue finally retreated from the dark-red cock-head, a clear string of saliva stretched between them. Kael felt genuine gratitude toward the mother who had so thoroughly cleaned his seed.
“…Hic… huuk!”
Only after climbing out of the swamp of pleasure did Darin begin to cry, chewing on her self-loathing. It was true she had given her body because she could not overcome fear; it was also true her body had grown excited. Yet the more they joined, the more her heart seemed to hurt.
Tears of misery glued her eyelids shut; her mouth, wet with the man’s fluids and saliva, could not manage proper breath.
But what tormented her most of all was the simple fact that the precious son she had raised was gone, and only a beast intent on violating her remained.
The pride she had taken in being an excellent mother shattered; the baroness felt she would drown under the weight of misery and self-reproach.
“Come here, Mother.”
Her son stroked the pitifully trembling woman with gentle hands. When her sobs finally quieted under the long-absent comfort, he slowly laid her back on the bed.
“You must stop crying.”
Darin’s eyes brightened for a moment at the unexpected kindness—
“Because it will be a long time yet before the sun rises.”
—but that hope was less than grasping at straws.
With those words Kael once again forced his way between the woman’s thighs.
As he had said before:
The reason Mother suffered was that she had not yet accepted him.
So he would simply keep fucking her with care until she did.
The white beast that had lost all reason plunged again and again into the girl’s petals.