The Great Mother's Pure Love
“Come here and join me, Great Mother. I was simply admiring how beautiful the Raonjena looks at night.”
Geum Taeyang smiled gently, a single tear still tracing down his cheek. Bathed in the moonlight over the river, he looked like a god descended from the heavens to soothe his own melancholy.
“T-Taeyang, you’re crying!”
Sophia’s voice nearly broke into a shriek. She clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at the tear rolling down the face of the impossibly handsome half-blood. The contrast between his radiant smile and that single glistening drop was devastating.
“Tears?”
Geum Taeyang wiped his left cheek with casual grace, as if the moisture had surprised even him.
“…Oh. So I was.”
His smile turned wry, almost self-mocking, yet beneath it lay a quiet bitterness that Sophia felt in her chest like a physical ache.
“Taeyang…”
“Don’t worry about it, Great Mother. I just got sentimental watching the Raonjena while the former chieftain’s funeral was still going on.”
Geum Taeyang turned back toward the river, smiling once more. Every word had been chosen with surgical precision. He had deliberately planted the phrases that would strike deepest into Sophia’s heart: the funeral, the river of memories, the weight of leadership, the pain he could not show anyone else.
‘She can’t resist this. Not a sentimental woman like her. Perfect timing, perfect method.’
Everything he had done since Sophia approached the riverbank had been calculated. He was clearing the debt of his first transgression and laying the foundation for her second weakness—pure, devoted love.
‘Foolish. Such a foolish woman, Sophia.’
Sophia’s heart twisted. She blamed herself for not understanding how heavy the burden of becoming chieftain must have been for him. She had been so focused on her own body, her own desires, that she had failed to comfort the boy she loved.
‘What does this body matter? What does this pussy matter? Even if he wants it, how could my love for him ever disappear? It can’t. I’m such a pathetic woman, Sophia Barbara.’
She had once believed that sleeping with Geum Taeyang would destroy everything. That fear had driven her to run. Yet now, seeing his tears, her chest burned with a furnace-like heat. Her heart told her plainly that her love for him had already transcended any worldly boundary.
‘I can feel it… the wall is crumbling. Her awkwardness and wariness toward me are melting away.’
Geum Taeyang felt the night wind off the Raonjena, but what truly moved him was the wind of change blowing through Sophia’s heart.
“You’re doing wonderfully. If anything ever weighs on you, don’t keep it inside. That’s what wives are for—to share the burden with you. Athena and I.”
Sophia sat beside him, pressing her massive 45-inch hips against his side. She had naturally included herself among his women. The seasoned warmth and boldness of a mature barbarian woman radiated from her.
“Am I really doing well? Now that I’ve experienced it myself, I finally understand how heavy the responsibility must have been for the former chieftain. Every decision, every step… I keep second-guessing myself, Great Mother.”
“Nonsense. You’ve done nothing to regret. Look at the tribespeople. They’re happy. They praise you. Everything they’re enjoying now is because of you.”
Geum Taeyang knew exactly how to play the part. He feigned self-doubt so Sophia would rush to defend and comfort him. She did so with all her heart.
“Especially… I feel most sorry for hurting you, Great Mother…”
Tears welled in his eyes again, trembling on the verge of falling. Sophia leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
“I wasn’t hurt at all, Taeyang.”
She gently wiped the moisture from his lashes, her gaze overflowing with affection.
“That wasn’t pain. It was the natural ache of new life being born. Your decisive actions gave me a second birth. I became a more mature, wiser Sophia.”
She wrapped his reckless deeds in the gentlest, most maternal words, and she meant every one of them.
“Really? But you avoided me for three whole days…”
“Hohoho! Even a caterpillar must stay inside its cocoon for a while before becoming a butterfly. That was simply my time. Please understand, my generous Taeyang.”
Geum Taeyang continued to press until every last trace of awkwardness was spoken away by Sophia herself.
“This Sophia has crossed the wall. I am your woman now. Your Great Mother, and your stepmother. I’ve realized there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”
She stroked his cheek with tender devotion, confessing her absolute love in the way only a motherly woman could.
“Great Mother!”
Geum Taeyang threw his arms around her. Sophia laughed warmly and hugged him back with equal strength.
“You’ll become a magnificent leader. You’ll feed the Mohican people well, keep them safe, protect them from disaster and invasion. And you’ll become a figure remembered not only in Mohican history, but across the entire Pangea continent. I will walk that path with you.”
Sophia’s eyes sparkled like the summer night sky filled with stars. The dream she had long buried—of supporting a man who would conquer the world—had been revived by Geum Taeyang after forty-two years.
“Huuuuh…!”
She took a deep, trembling breath, her massive breasts rising and falling. Then she leaned close and whispered sweetly into his ear.
With a radiant smile, Sophia rose and walked away toward the chieftain’s tent, her footsteps light and inviting.
Geum Taeyang watched her retreating figure in silence.
Her 45-inch hips swayed with every step, a silent, seductive promise. Those hips were speaking clearly: they wanted to be taken, to be filled, to cry out in ecstasy beneath the alpha male who had given her back her dream.
‘I’m leveling up tonight.’
Geum Taeyang stood, eyes burning with anticipation. He followed her to the largest tent—the chieftain’s tent, the very place where the former chieftain and Sophia had once made love.
Sophia had invited him there. The symbolism was unmistakable. She was not being conquered; she was offering herself.
“May I come in?”
“Please enter, Chieftain.”
The voice that answered was no longer the dignified Great Mother. It was the sultry, feminine voice of Sophia Barbara, dripping with desire.
Geum Taeyang felt his blood surge. That voice had once belonged only to Conan Barbara. Now it was calling for him.
He pushed aside the flap and stepped inside.
“Welcome, Chieftain. Sophia has been waiting for you.”
Sophia knelt gracefully before him, smiling like an angel as she welcomed the man she had chosen.
“Where should I put my clothes…?”
“Come here. I’ll take care of everything.”
With practiced ease, Sophia undressed him, folding each garment neatly. The sight of her serving him so devotedly sent a thrill through Geum Taeyang’s entire body.
When she pulled down his underwear, his cock sprang up at once, already fully erect and throbbing with youthful vigor.
‘So this is what youth looks like…’
Sophia’s eyes widened at the sight of his proud, twitching length.