Claiming the Great Mother

46. [Geum Taeyang lowering his pants and pulling out his fully erect cock in front of the dogeza-postured Great Mother Sophia.]

“So? The chieftain’s first concubine used to be the previous chieftain’s legal wife?”

After a particularly intense round of sex with Athena, I heard an unexpectedly intriguing story while chatting. I’d already known Conan Barbara had a concubine before meeting the Great Mother, but this was the first time I learned who she actually was. Apparently, she had been the wife of the previous chieftain—my uncle. More precisely, she was my maternal uncle’s maternal aunt.

“Why do you look so shocked?”

Athena, who had been diligently stroking my cock, tilted her head at my overly dramatic expression.

“Killing the uncle to seize the chieftain’s power makes sense because authority is everything, but taking his wife as a concubine feels… alien to me. Maybe it’s because I spent ten of my twenty-three years living among human tribes.”

I offered a smooth excuse. In truth, this world’s Geum Taeyang had lived outside the Mohican tribe with his parents until he was seven, and had spent the last three years in the Darmina Empire. Turning one’s maternal aunt into a concubine… Of course, the central kingdoms of the continent were full of nobles who married close cousins and practiced incest. Still, it felt foreign to me.

“Tch! Acting all human-blooded now.”

Schlick! Schlick!

“Hey now, handle the chieftain’s noble manhood more gently.”

Scratched by ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my mention of human-tribe life, Athena roughly yanked my fully erect cock.

“As you know, barbarian tribes—especially the Mohicans—have a strong collective punishment system. They take revenge very seriously. But when it comes to blood relatives, that system becomes harmful. If there’s no blood relation, they either cripple the person or kill them to make sure they never rise again.”

Athena then wore a rare charismatic expression and lectured me on the Mohican collective punishment system.

“But the aunt has no blood relation to our father. So what happens?”

“They kill her or cripple her?”

“Right. But when it’s a woman, there’s one extra option.”

“Oh? And that is…”

“Making her his own woman. The aunt herself was a decent person, and she had many sons. Father didn’t want to turn them into enemies, so he took her as a concubine without much hesitation.”

“So women naturally become concubines?”

“If they refuse, their children could be killed by our father. So they had plenty of reason to try. It’s a barbarian woman’s instinct to seek a strong man.”

“I see…”

Apparently, a barbarian woman’s maternal instinct surpassed even her pure-love sensibilities, so they naturally made the effort to protect their children. The barbarian world was truly fascinating.

‘And now I’m about to do the same thing.’

Conan Barbara, who had taken the aunt thirty years ago, and I, Geum Taeyang, who killed him, now stood at the same crossroads. What path would this Geum Taeyang choose?

‘If I cross that forbidden line and enter the central tent, the widowed Great Mother will be waiting inside.’

It was now the middle of the night. I stood alone before the central tent, the forbidden line drawn across its entrance. I had made my decision, and now I was here to carry it out.

‘What else? I’m going to make the Great Mother mine.’

I intended to make the same choice Conan Barbara had made thirty years ago. That was why I had drawn my sword in the first place. Athena hadn’t asked me directly about the aftermath, but Darius, commander of Gaia’s Shield, and the priest Gandalf had indirectly tried to gauge my intentions. I answered them with charismatic confidence that I was merely following the will of the Goddess Gaia. They replied that it was right and proper, and wished the Goddess’s blessing upon me.

‘Of course I know why they asked. But if I told them in advance, where would my dignity as chieftain go?’

Both Darius and Grandfather Gandalf had spoken out of concern. Sophia Barbara was the Great Mother—not just any Great Mother, but the Great Mother of the Mohican tribe. Killing her under the pretext of collective punishment? Resentment would flare up within our own tribe, and even more so from other tribes. It was something that absolutely must not be done, so they had risked rudeness to confirm it.

‘That’s exactly why the Great Mother must become my woman. Making her mine will solidify my legitimacy. It’ll also make the conquest wars I’ll wage to become Great Khan much easier.’

My path was already decided. I was going to fuck the Great Mother. She was also a heroine who would help me unify the continent, and having her by my side would make winning the hearts of the entire Mohican tribe far simpler. And above all else, I had simply come to like the Great Mother to the point of madness. I wanted to lick that impossibly beautiful goddess-like face and shove my cock into her voluptuous body.

‘The Great Mother will accept me too. She already loves me more than her own life. Besides, if things go poorly, I could end up in trouble. If this matter isn’t handled smoothly, that is.’

The Great Mother had shown 100/100 favorability toward me from the very first meeting. Even if I barged in right now, raped her, and declared that she was my woman from now on, she would ultimately obey. ‘But I can’t do that. I can’t treat a woman who is not only so charming but also loves me in such a crude way. I may be a pervert, but I’m not a bastard.’

The answer was already decided, so why was this Geum Taeyang still hesitating? To build tension? Well, that was part of it. But the most crucial issue was how exactly I would steer our relationship forward. That was also why I had cleanly taken Conan’s life. No matter how much she loved me, would she really want to sleep with the man who had just brutally slaughtered her former husband? That was why I had drawn out the fight and deliberately waited until Conan’s strength was completely drained. If he still had power left, things would have gotten ugly.

‘I’ll just go with the flow. That’s how I’ve done everything so far.’

Step. Step. Step.

The Great Mother was certainly no ordinary woman, and that was precisely why she had made me hesitate this much. But the impulse had come, so I followed it and crossed the forbidden line without hesitation.

“Great Mother.”

Thus did Geum Taeyang find the dejected Great Mother Sophia, who was sitting on her knees in front of the tent. Outside, he had been filled with calculations and excitement, but the moment he stepped inside, his expression had already become calm.

Swish…!

At the sound of Geum Taeyang’s voice—the voice of her beloved stepson and son-in-law—Sophia, still kneeling, turned to look at him.

“Has the chieftain arrived…?”

Thud…!

After turning, she knelt in an extremely graceful posture, lowered her head, and addressed him as “chieftain.” Calling him chieftain carried a rather meaningful message.

“……”

Geum Taeyang silently looked down at her. Why?

‘Fuck, this is so fucking hot…’

He was getting unbearably aroused.

‘What the hell is with the Great Mother’s attitude? Why is she being so polite? I didn’t expect this at all. This version of her is completely unfamiliar.’

Geum Taeyang had imagined a despairing Sophia Barbara, a Sophia Barbara forcing a smile for her stepson, or an exceptionally emotional and furious Sophia Barbara. That was the affectionate woman he had come to know. But right now, she was strangely deferential.

‘Somehow it feels distant.’

That strangeness was distance.

“We’re alone. There’s no need to address me so formally. To me, the Great Mother is still my stepmother.”

Geum Taeyang probed her.

“The most important thing for a new chieftain is authority. And only by doing this myself can the chieftain’s authority be properly established.”

Sophia did not meet his eyes. She simply kept her gaze fixed on his abdomen from her kneeling position.

“I will accept any punishment the chieftain deems fit.”

Bow…!

She pressed her forehead to the ground and begged him ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to pass judgment on her.

‘I see. As the Great Mother, not as my stepmother, she’s showing me this side of herself.’

Through that display, Geum Taeyang roughly understood Sophia’s intentions.

‘She knows I can’t kill her and won’t kill her. So the only thing she’s worried about is being exiled from the tribe. By showing maximum respect as the Great Mother, she’s trying to prevent my reputation from being damaged.’

Sophia was acting out of consideration for her beloved stepson, Geum Taeyang. Normally, killing her would be the cleanest solution, but because she was the Great Mother, her beloved stepson could not do that. In the end, the only remaining option was the half-measure of exile. That was why Sophia wanted to leave as the clean Great Mother and chieftain relationship, rather than as stepmother and son, so that Geum Taeyang’s reputation would suffer as little damage as possible.

‘Fuck… is she joking? Why does she get to decide that? I’m the one who became chieftain. I killed her husband Conan and became chieftain.’

It was twisted. Sophia’s way of thinking twisted something inside Geum Taeyang.

‘And why is sleeping with you and making you my woman not even on the table? Do you think I’m a joke? You love me. You want to sleep with me. I saw it all—your affection is at 100%. Your sexual desire went from “high” to “very high.”’

Geum Taeyang had once checked Sophia’s status window. And to his surprise—

—it had changed to this.

‘Anyway, I finally understood the nature of the arousal I felt in that moment.’

The sight of her acting so deferentially, like a secretary facing a chairman, despite having that kind of status window, had irritated him. But before that, he had felt arousal. When he examined the nature of that arousal, the traits Clairvoyance and Casanova immediately activated.

‘Right. It was the urge to disturb and ravage such a perfect maman. I’m so fucking turned on by Sophia Barbara.’

The impulse to break something upon discovering a being that was too perfect, the impulse that surged when a single touch might topple ten thousand perfectly arranged dominoes—that was the sudden arousal Geum Taeyang had felt.

Sophia Barbara was the perfect maman. Some might ask how she could be called perfect when she harbored a male’s affection for her son. No. That was exactly why she was perfect.

‘The fact that she’s thinking of me and acting this way even though she wants to shove my cock into her pussy and moan is insanely hot. Imagining her leaving the tribe with her love for me buried in her heart makes me unbearably aroused.’

Just as courage was moving forward even when fear welled up, how could one not call a woman perfect when, despite her forbidden desires raging, she tried her best to fulfill her duty as a maman and ultimately succeeded? Since humans were imperfect, moments of disarray were inevitable. Especially when faced with a body like the god David’s, a sculpted physique, manners on a completely different level from typical barbarians, and a man who could make her daughter Athena climax twenty times a day with his sex skills—any woman with a properly functioning pussy would naturally develop private feelings.

‘The terrifying willpower to endure all that even ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠though she can’t live without me… fuck…’

Sophia was the kind of woman who would waste away if she couldn’t see either Geum Taeyang or Athena. Yet she was trying to leave. She wanted to leave so that her stepson, who had made the great decision to kill his stepfather and become chieftain to save the tribe, could succeed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without her becoming a burden.

‘But you know, a maman can never win against her child in the end. She can give up her husband. Because maternal love is stronger than pure love.’

Grin…!

Geum Taeyang curled his lips with a confident yet twisted smile.

‘I’ve decided on the concept.’

He was going to break this perfect maman and make her his.

“You’re right. The chieftain’s authority must be established. That’s why I made this decision—so I can properly act as chieftain. Stabbing my stepfather in the heart was no easy task. Even without you saying it, I will become a great chieftain.”

Having organized his thoughts, Geum Taeyang spoke to Sophia, who was still prostrated in dogeza.

‘Yes, Taeyang… become a great chieftain… That way, the red blood Conan spewed from his boiling heart will have been worth it, and this mother who is leaving you will feel that it was all worthwhile.’

Drip…!

Feeling her beloved son’s resolve, a single hot tear rolled down Sophia’s tightly shut eyes. It was the tear of a maman who loved her stepson. And then—

Whoosh…!

Right in front of her lowered head, her stepson Geum Taeyang’s pants slid down.

“!!!?????”

Her eyes widened in shock as she suddenly raised her head. And there, right before her eyes—

“I will now begin acting as the new chieftain, Great Mother.”

Thwack…!!!

Geum Taeyang’s 26-centimeter-thick, log-like erect cock sprang powerfully out of his underwear, revealing its grotesque majesty.