Mirror Sex (1)
Hot fingers, thick with body heat, parted the thatch nestled between her thighs. The temperature there ran higher than Kael’s hand—warm enough that some might have called it scorching.
“Ah-nngh…”
Darin felt a wave of self-loathing at the simple fact that her own son was arousing her, yet her body obediently sent its fluids flowing. She mocked herself in the same breath.
How can I be such a filthy woman? I tell myself it’s for my son’s sake, but I allowed this partly to fill my own hunger. To have a flood pouring down there like this…
Wait—
The fact that she was wet right now meant—
Come to think of it… Kael was wearing pants…?
Still berating herself, Darin flinched and pushed herself upright. The slick of arousal soaking her underwear was heavier than usual. There was no question her son’s thigh must be a mess as well.
She scrambled free of his arms. Kael made no move to hold her. He was already certain she would not run from him.
Once both feet were on the floor again, courtesy of her son’s forbearance, Darin fretted over her dress in pure mortification. The underwear heavy with her juices felt sticky and unpleasant.
One might wonder why she still blushed so fiercely after already having sex with her son.
But understand this: no matter how many years she accumulated, the Grand Duchess remained nothing more than a tender young girl.
That unselfconscious, fresh innocence was the very secret that had enchanted men for so long. It was why both the Viscount and Kael had felt, every time they joined bodies with her, as though they were taking a virgin.
C-could it be…
Her small head turned slowly toward her son’s legs. What Darin beheld was a pair of pure-white trousers thoroughly soaked through with fluid. The center was wet in a perfect round stain, making the sight all the more humiliating. The color itself left nothing to the imagination.
And right at the place that had been locked tight against her folds, a straight dark line had been drawn. That sour dampness was absolutely not Kael’s.
As the mother stared at it in blank despair, the son smiled faintly. What was there to be so shy about? She had long since offered her red inner flesh to her son, yet somehow this woman never seemed to grow used to embarrassment. That, too, was part of her charm.
Wait…
Kael’s mouth curved slowly. Even as a married woman, she flusters so easily. He could use that tendency of his mother’s to enjoy a very pleasant stretch of time.
“Come here, Mother.”
“Kael, y-your pants…”
“There’s no need to concern yourself with such trivial things. I rather like it.”
The warm voice painted the woman’s face crimson. Darin kept her eyes lowered as she closed the distance between them once more.
The beast’s blue eyes openly raked over her breasts and the space between her legs. The plump swell of her chest and the thoroughly soaked crotch were covered by the dress, yet the fabric was far too thin.
Every time that sinister gaze pinned itself to her body, Darin’s mouth went dry. Dressing lightly because the weather had warmed had been a mistake. Even thick clothes would not have shielded her from her son’s eyes, but somehow this felt more mortifying still.
“Looks delicious.”
“Th-that kind of talk…”
Darin let out a small gasp at the vulgar remark. Even if a mother had opened her arms, to treat her like a breeding sow already—wasn’t that going too far?
A rough hand closed hard around her wrist.
“Euk!”
The girl was yanked forward at once, waist and shoulders locked, and dragged somewhere nearby.
The place the man led her was only a few steps away: the full-length mirror set out so the women of Bayorn could tidy their attire even while strolling the garden.
“Uh…?”
Darin could only wear a blank look. It was strange. If he wanted her, the chair would have been enough—why bring her all the way here?
While she stood dazed, Kael simply stared at the mother reflected in the glass. She wore neither corset nor shapewear, yet the pretty swell of her breasts and the narrow span of her waist made her beautiful.
“The ponytail suits you well, Mother.”
“…Yes.”
“You are more beautiful than any woman I have ever met in my life.”
“Th-that’s a lie.”
When she flinched and denied it, Kael laughed. Even after visiting the Imperial Capital, she still failed to grasp her own worth.
“Do I look as though I’m lying?”
“No matter how pretty your mother is, it isn’t that much.”
“Hmm. I understand for now.”
His eyes curved with playful mischief. Darin tensed without meaning to, yet she could not leave. Her son’s thick hand had closed tightly around the soft curve of her backside.
It was an ass as yielding as her breasts. The large hand fondling it made plain the will never to let Mother go again.
“I wonder if your bare flesh is as pretty as your face.”
“You’ve already seen it—what are you talking about—Kyaak!”
The instant she tried to scold him for the teasing she could no longer bear, his forearm drove between her knees in the space of a blink.
The barbarian of powerful build lifted the woman’s small body without mercy.
“S-stop! What on earth is this…!”
Darin found the sight of herself with legs forced obscenely wide almost unbearable. The shameful posture was so hard to look at that she covered her eyes with both hands. No matter how she twisted and struggled, the arm pinning her knees would not budge.
“Ah. I forgot to take the panties off.”
There was no real regret in the sly tone. Devouring a delicious meal like a beast was fine, but savoring it slowly like this was not bad either.
Sinister blue eyes fixed on the crotch now fully exposed. She wore neither drawers nor garter belt; the only thing covering the fiercely throbbing flesh was a thin scrap of cloth.
“No—I-I don’t want this, Kael!”
Her face burned red as a beet as she resisted. The more she fought, the firmer the hold became. The thrill that Mother had finally accepted him made it hard for Kael to restrain his sadism.
Besides, had she not permitted every bit of this? He had no intention of taking it back now, nor of accepting any refusal. Spilled water could not be gathered again.
A superior male never missed the chance to claim a bitch as his own.
“Don’t do this—please, just normally…”
The girl was on the verge of tears; she was more than ordinarily flustered. It was understandable. Being so shy, she had always preferred quiet, still lovemaking.
Even with the Viscount, new positions had been rare—only on very special nights such as his birthday or their anniversary. And even then she had never been subjected to teasing this bizarre.
Darin thought the posture that laid her lewd parts so bare made her look like a sex-crazed beast. The breasts that had been bared earlier under her son’s caresses, still glistening with saliva, were shameful too.
Yet the more tears Mother shed, the more Kael’s possessiveness only swelled.
“You must watch carefully.”
The barbarian whispered against her ear as he forced her legs open to their limit so that his bride’s beautiful figure would be reflected more perfectly in the glass.
“The moment you become my woman.”
Hearing that vivid voice, Darin realized she had made a terrible mistake.
She had drowned in pity for her own blood and carelessly given her body to her son.
“S-stop—heuk!”
But the thick cock was already knocking at the entrance of her pussy. Raw sensation gathered to a single point in an instant. The sight of her son’s cock flipping the pure-white panties aside was far too lewd. And the person joining bodies with that son was—
“Ugh!”
Darin squeezed her eyes shut to keep her sanity. If she could not escape, it was better to accept. Sex with Kael was not so terrible; she only needed to get past the first wave of shame.
If she simply became a beast like her son, there would be nothing left to be ashamed of.
The stimulation molesting her lower half drew moan after moan from her.
“Ha-eu… haa… kyaak—!”
The rubbing against her outer and inner lips was bearable, but when the glans kissed the firmly erect clitoris she screamed and thrashed. Kael wandered the entrance like that for a while, then—
“Aaaah—!”
—slowly pushed his cock into the quivering flesh. It was barely even insertion; only half the head had gone in.
Still, it had been so long since she had taken a cock that the pressure Darin felt was enormous. Something this huge had entered her?
“W-wait!”
She flailed her arms in a fit. Looking at the red private parts spread wide in the full-length mirror made her chest feel ready to burst. If the shock of penetration were added on top of that, she feared a heart attack might take her.
“While you’re gaping so happily like that, what do you mean ‘wait’?”
The beast only smiled, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Then there was only one thing left to do.
A heavy, wet sound marked the moment.
The time of pleasure conducted by the beast who had defied the natural order had arrived.