Conquering a Countess (2)
“Haaah... nngh...”
Fsssshhhhh!
As I emptied the hot stream that had been trapped in my bladder all over her face without a single drop left behind, a delicious shiver ran up my spine, and my whole body trembled with relief.
Cecilia had frozen in stunned disbelief. Yellow urine dripped from her beautiful cheeks, the bridge of her nose, and her red lips, soaking the floor beneath her.
Then she came to herself, and bloodshot fury surged into her eyes, along with a murderous intent so vile it seemed ready to snap my neck in an instant.
“Y-you little...! How dare you do this to my face...! I’ve had enough!”
The moment lethal mana gathered at her fingertips, I quickly widened my eyes in an innocent, guileless expression and flashed her a bright smile.
“Heehee... Mama! This means I’ve marked my territory to show that you’re completely mine now! You feel good too, right, Mama?”
“M-marked your territory...? Have you gone utterly mad, boy!”
“Huh...? But Mama said you’d accept all of my spoiled little tantrums. I just stamped my love on you because I adore you so much... Were you lying to me?”
Deliberately looking wounded, I drooped my shoulders and lowered my head.
“So you’re like Lady Lilith, then. Saying Mama only on the surface, while never really seeing me as your son...”
At the name Lilith, Cecilia’s shoulders gave a violent twitch. Her trembling lips spasmed with rage, then forced themselves into a stiff, distorted curve.
“O-of course not... How could Mama ever lie to you? M-my precious boy... just loves Mama so much, that’s all...”
Her bizarre fixation on becoming the perfect mother, combined with her inferiority complex toward Lilith, was gnawing away at her reason bit by bit.
I didn’t let the opening slip. I reached out and slapped her enormous breast hard with my palm.
Smack!
“Ah...! Darling, why did you suddenly touch there...?”
With a wet, fleshy slap, the heavy mound heaved violently.
“If Mama is my real mama, then all of this chest is mine too, right? You wouldn’t get angry just because your son handled his milk tank a little roughly, would you?”
I tilted my head with shameless composure and looked down at her. This was the beginning of a slow, merciless gaslighting campaign, designed to pry open the warped maternal affection inside her and drain her dry.
Smack! Smack!
I struck her huge breasts again and again without mercy. The sound of pliant flesh slapping and rippling filled the office noisily.
“Aaaah...! Darling, why do you keep hitting Mama’s chest...?”
“Mama, your chest is way too hard. Don’t you know that if I pound it like this and knead it soft and squishy, my milk will taste so much sweeter and better? How can you not know something so obvious, Mama?!”
It was a ridiculous, nonsensical argument, but Countess Cecilia, with her cheeks still stained by my urine, was blushing as she accepted every word of that grotesque sophistry. She had fallen headfirst into the depraved swamp of “kneading the milk for her son’s sake.”
Maybe this woman wasn’t just outwardly fine and inwardly twisted. Maybe, hidden beneath that polished exterior, she was even more irredeemably perverse than Duke Rosena.
To keep from losing the pace, I armored myself with a son’s shameless logic and ordered her even more boldly.
“Now then, Mama, use your own hands and milk yourself. Quickly! I need to see with my own eyes just how much milk Mama can produce.”
“Huh...? M-Mama has to milk herself...?”
Her eyes quivered in confusion. For a brief instant, the last shreds of reason seemed to resist the idea that the countess of the demon realm should be squeezing out milk in front of a horny manwhore.
But the reins of control were already firmly in my hands. Like a person under a spell, she raised both trembling hands and gripped her luscious breasts tightly.
“Hmm~ Are you kidding me? I said squeeze harder, don’t I?”
At my bark, she flinched and pressed down on her chest, but the milk that seeped out in tiny dribbles was nowhere near enough to satisfy me.
Unable to bear the frustration, I reached out roughly and twisted her sensitively swollen nipple.
“Ah-heeek!?”
Fwoooosh—♡
With the intense stimulation, white milk burst from the taut ducts like a fountain, slicing through the air.
“Haaahngs...♡ A-ah, darling... milk, milk is gushing out...♡”
The exquisite pain of the nipple being twisted and the pleasure of the milk being drawn out made Cecilia arch her back like a bow and let out a whorelike cry.
Without mercy, I pinched both of her nipples between my fingers and twisted them hard, as if crushing them.
“Aaaah...! Darling, too, too hard... haaah♡!”
Cecilia cried out in a tangled moan of pain and pleasure, her body trembling as she sprawled on the floor. White milk sprayed everywhere from her swollen breasts with a fshhh-shoot—♡.
The sight of my urine-soaked face and her lovely dress both dripping with sticky milk was utterly pathetic and indecent.
“Mama, is that all? If you want to feed your son well, you’re still nowhere near enough. Or are you planning to lose to Lady Lilith?”
I said it coldly, then pressed my palm down on her heavy breasts and kneaded them ruthlessly. Smack! Slosh! Every time that supple flesh writhed as if screaming, a sweet milky scent shivered through the room.
I mentioned Lilith on purpose, just to deepen the guilt.
“Hic...! N-no... Mama will squeeze more, more... o-go-gok...!!♡ I’ll never lose to that Lilith bitch...!”
The proud countess of the demon realm had now completely lost her reason and was squeezing at her own chest like a heat-struck cow.
In those bloodshot eyes, shame had vanished, replaced by grotesque delight and blind obedience. Even the pain of compressing her breasts, she now mistook for devotion to her son, and her body grew slick and feverish with pleasure.
“That’s right, Mama. If your son wants it, you have to squeeze until your nipples fall off. That’s what a truly good Mama does. You have to become the perfect flesh tank for your son.”
I whispered in her ear like a devil, sticky and insidious, driving the wedge of gaslighting deeper.
“Y-yes... Mama is our pretty boy’s milk tank...♡ I’ll squeeze harder, harder, and feed it to my son...♡ Ahh, it feels like my nipples are going to tear...♡”
With all her strength, she squeezed those swollen nipples and drew out every last drop of milk. White fluid gushed nonstop, coating my fingers in a sticky sheen.
“Haaang♡! D-darling... it’s all been milked out...!”
The moment Cecilia’s body shuddered and she let out another whorish cry, I delivered the finish without mercy, slapping her enormous breast hard with my palm.
Before the rippling flesh had even finished quivering, I buried my lips in her reddened nipple and sucked greedily, making a loud chuuaaaap...♡ sound as I drew the milk out long and deep.
The sweet, faintly salty milk slid down my throat in gulps. Licking the white residue from the corner of my mouth, I tilted my head as if in mild disappointment.
“Mm... Mama’s milk is sweet and tasty, but... somehow it’s just, like, two percent lacking.”
At my pouty evaluation, Cecilia’s eyes widened and trembled. The fact that she hadn’t satisfied her son as the perfect mother seemed to strike at her warped pride.
“L-lacking...? My milk...? T-that can’t be... Mama’s milk should be sweeter and tastier than any other mother’s...”
She clutched her flushed chest in confusion, fumbling over the words. I adopted a grave expression and rested my chin on my hand as though in deep thought.
How could I make this arrogant countess submit even more completely?
“Ah! I know—that’s what was missing...!”
As if I’d just discovered something profound, I clapped my hands and smiled brightly. Then I pointed at Cecilia, who was still slumped on the floor, with all the confidence in the world.
“Mama, turn around, quickly!”
At the sudden order, she looked up at me in a daze.
“T-turn around...? Darling, what are you talking about all of a sudden?”
A faint note of suspicion flickered through her gaze, mixed with curiosity.
“Obviously, I’m going to make Mama’s milk the richest, most delicious thing in the world!”
With a face full of absolute innocence, I leaned toward her ear and whispered like I was breathing sweet poison into her.
“I’m going to feed your cunt a whole lot of my hot milk. Once a son’s sticky milk fills your womb to the brim, it’ll rise up and make Mama’s breast milk so much richer and creamier! It’s perfect nutritional supplementation!”
Cecilia’s jaw dropped at my absurd miracle logic.
“Wh-what...? Y-you want your son’s milk in my cunt...?”
She couldn’t even finish the sentence before shock cut her off, and I let my eyes droop as though I were about to burst into tears.
“Why...? You don’t want to drink my milk, Mama? Just a little while ago you said you’d accept all my spoiled little requests, so you really don’t think of me as your son after all...”
My pitiful, hurt voice sliced through the air of the office, and her flimsy reason collapsed once more before that grotesque maternal instinct and my gaslighting.
“N-no...! Why would Mama hate our good boy’s milk...? I-if it makes Mama’s milk even tastier...”
Red with shame, she finally turned around, lifting her hips as she did. The moment her wet brown cunt was exposed between those full buttocks, I could no longer hold back.
“Heehee... our Mama really is the best!”
I lunged like an animal, seized her waist tightly, and with no warning at all, rammed my rigid, throbbing cock straight into her dripping cunt.
“Hiiiiiihk♡!?”
With a vulgar, grinding sound, her cunt clamped around me and let out a screamlike moan.
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