Deep Resonance

As if mere handplay couldn't quench the boiling thirst, she slowly raised her upper body. Then she approached my cock, parting her red lips to take it in.

"Mmph..., slurp..., chu."

The widow, surrendering to pleasure, began devouring me. "Slurrrp, smack, chuuu......."

Viscous sounds started filling the room. Trusting the soundproofing magic, the restraint she'd shown moments ago vanished, leaving only a woman gripping my thighs firmly with both hands, wildly bobbing her head back and forth like a madwoman.

"Chuuuuph, gluck, smooch, slurrrp...!"

"Haa, Auntie. That feels great."

Even at my leisurely tone, she acted like she hadn't heard. Instead, she glared up at me with fierce eyes, struggling to swallow the thick shaft filling her mouth even deeper.

"Gulp, guuuph...! Chu, haa, sluuuurp!"

Though her breath came in ragged snorts through her nose as if choking, her tongue coiled like a snake, persistently licking from the tip of the glans to the root.

"Haa... Auntie, you're way more... aggressive than I thought."

Every time that hot, soft tongue glided over the veins of my shaft, my thighs tensed involuntarily.

"Mmph, mmng! Slurp, chuuup...!"

Auntie's lips clamped down on my cock without a gap. As an experienced widow, she instinctively knew exactly which spots would make a man crumble.

I grabbed a fistful of her lush brown hair.

"Think I'm getting close."

At my warning, she pulled her mouth off for a moment and looked up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes.

"It's okay... haa, inside... cum in my mouth, Sian."

At that blatant plea, I gripped her hair tight again and thrust my hips deep.

"Mmph, guuuph! Slurrrp, smack!"

With a mind-blanking sensation, I unleashed the pent-up pleasure straight down Auntie's throat.

"Haa, fuu...!"

Tears trickling from her eyes, she coughed and gagged but didn't pull away, gulping it all down with visible swallows of her throat.

"Gluck, gulp..., guuulp..., chuuuuph......."

"How's it taste? Been a while since you had cum?"

Marina Auntie stared up at me blankly, too dazed to even wipe her teary eyes. Her glossy lips were quite the turn-on. I gently stroked her face.

"No complaints? Guess you liked it. Now it's my turn, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, I ripped off her blouse in one go. A few buttons popped off harmlessly—no big deal. Her body, once the village beauty, was stunningly voluptuous and ripe. I deftly stripped away her faded old underwear.

"Sian... you're too good at this, aren't you...?"

"Better than being clumsy and leaving you unsatisfied."

I cupped one breast and slowly kneaded it. That soft, elastic flesh overflowing my palm.

"Seems even bigger than five years ago. Am I imagining it?"

"Mmng... well, a little bigger, maybe... ahh, Sian."

"Nice."

I slid my kneading hand down her waist to the soaked space between her thighs. The moment my fingers touched that drenched secret forest, she shuddered, shoulders heaving as she gasped.

"Auntie, lift your legs a bit."

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"S-Sian... I'm Mari's mom, you know? You really want to do it with an old lady like me...?"

My gaze didn't waver at her question. The mature allure of this widow who'd run the inn alone had a depth her daughter Mari could never mimic.

"Sis, you look gorgeous to me, so don't say that."

Calling her "sis" seemed to touch something; she gave a tender smile and spread her legs. As I pulled her panties aside and pressed my cock to her entrance, she flinched like she was scared after so long.

"Sis, I'll be gentle."

I stroked her hair lightly to reassure her, then slowly but steadily pushed into that tight, scorching heat.

"Haaah! S-Sian...!"

I felt her fingers dig into my shoulders. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠The walls inside, defying a decade of celibacy, clamped down on my cock like they wanted to devour it.

Breathing hard, I pressed my lips to her ear.

"Feels good, right, Sis? It's been almost ten years."

"Haa, haa... how do you... mmph!"

As I slowly ground my hips, a moan escaped her lips. I watched her, smirking crookedly.

"I figured it out five years ago when I stayed here. You were playing hard to get back then too. Honestly, if I'd been fully recovered, I'd have seduced you like this ages ago."

"Ah, aaang! You... haaah!"

Deeper resonance than expected with Auntie? Looking forward to the energy fill-up afterward. Yeah, I get why it can't be just any woman. Emotional connection in the mix, and this sticky vibe—feels like invisible energy's pooling up nice and pleasant.

"Ah, mmng! Sian, Sian...! Feels so good..."

"Fuu... me too. Your insides are scorching hot, Sis."

Thwack, thwack!

The slick slap of flesh on flesh echoed loud enough to pierce the soundproofing magic. Her body, untouched for over ten years, reacted to my every thrust with brutal honesty.

My thigh muscles bulged from the tight, fiery grip.

"Sis, how'd you hold out for ten years? You react like this."

"Haaah! It's your fault I held back... haang... right there, yes!!"

"Here feels ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠good?"

"Aaang! Yes, Sian, so good!"

Sis clung tighter to my neck, wrapping her legs around my waist. I buried my face in her pale, sweat-beaded nape, breathing raggedly. Her thick, musky scent numbed my brain.

"Ah, aaang! Hnng, ahh! Sian, Sian!"

With each rough upward thrust, her full breasts crushed mercilessly against my chest, only to bounce free again. Her neatly pinned brown hair splayed messily across the pillows; the prim innkeeper was gone, replaced by a woman panting and wailing beneath me.

"Sis, I'm about to cum."

"Aaang! A bit more, just a bit more—pound me!"

Matching her pleading voice, I slammed harder. Squelch, squelch.

"Can't hold... anymore..."

"Ah, aaang! Inside, cum inside!"

Sis locked her legs around my waist; I squeezed out my last strength, thrusting deep. Shudder, shudder. Eyes closing on their own at the cool rush of spilling cum into the widow's long-sealed womb.

"Aaaaaang—! Uh, uuh! S-Sian! Siaan!"

A beastly wail tore from Sis as she crushed my neck. Her tender inner walls clenched my cock, refusing to let go, as if determined to quench a decade's thirst in one go. Not a drop would escape—that resolve pulsed through my shaft.

"Haaak, haa, haa..."

As I slowly pulled out, Sis clutched the bedsheets, heaving for breath. Sweat-matted hair stuck to her flushed cheeks, skin glowing red. I gently stroked her heated face with a sly smile; she averted her eyes, pulling the blanket over herself.

"Sian... could you leave now? I need to rest."

Shyness and shame hitting her late. I nodded without pushing.

"Sure, Auntie. Get some good sleep."

I scooped up my scattered clothes, threw them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on haphazardly, and left the room with light steps.

The moment the door clicked shut, Ria's voice rang in my head.

"Whoa, +3%! Auntie's sensitivity must be off the charts—could hit 10%?"

"Why only 10%?"

Ria hesitated at my question.

"Uh... didn't I mention? Everyone has a limit on how much energy they can give."

What?

I stopped in my tracks. This girl spills the big stuff now?

Anything else you're hiding?

"Well...... for now......"

Her answer didn't inspire confidence. I was a bit pissed, but the sex with Marina Auntie had been so satisfying that I let it slide. My lightened body softened my mood too. But if she pulls this again... resonance energy be damned, I'll ditch her in this village.