All That I Have Left
My hand slid down her back and reached her buttocks. A different kind of ecstatic sensation, distinct from her breasts, tingled through my fingertips.
"Are you not going to answer, Mother? I suppose that means I can take it as your consent to endure whatever mischief I decide to play on you next."
I squeezed her buttocks much harder than I had kneaded her breasts. Carmel bit her lip, her face a mask of distress.
"Ugh..."
Even if Carmel hadn't created the Mistylia curse herself, it made no sense for her not to know how to dispel it. It was a spell that exerted a profound influence over her very psyche. It was only natural that she would know the method of release, whether for when she achieved her goals or as a contingency plan. There was no way she hadn't prepared for such an eventuality.
Yet, she couldn't bring herself to hastily lie and say she didn't know. I had already shown her that I knew the very words of the curse left behind by Enekra. Carmel had no choice but to fear just how much I truly knew. If she were caught lying, the thought of what kind of lewd punishment I might inflict on her under that pretext was more than enough to make her hesitate.
For that reason, Carmel's answer was delayed. Even though she knew the intensity of my 'mischief' was about to skyrocket, making a decision seemed incredibly difficult for her.
Well, it didn't matter. I would make her spill everything in the end anyway. Enjoying Carmel's troubled expression, I kneaded her buttocks before sliding my hand down her thighs and back to the front. My destination, of course, was Carmel's pussy—already soaking wet from having climaxed multiple times.
"Ah..." Carmel seemed to realize where my hand was heading. She looked down at me with anxious eyes. However, our current position was a bit awkward for me to reach her folds properly. Smiling sweetly, I asked her to shift.
"Mother, would you mind turning around? It's rather difficult to touch your sweet spot in this position."
"Ngh..." The vulgar phrasing I deliberately chose seemed to sting her pride. Glaring at me with eyes that practically spat curses, Carmel spun her body one hundred and eighty degrees on top of me. The resulting posture left her sitting directly on my lap. It was a position that made it look as though our roles as mother and daughter had been completely reversed—especially since Carmel was as naked as a newborn babe.
From that position, I slipped out from beneath her. I then approached Carmel, who was now sitting on the sofa, and moved between her legs.
"Spread your legs, Mother."
"..."
Though she flinched, Carmel didn't budge. It seemed spreading her legs wide open while I stared intently was still far too embarrassing for her. I suppose I have no choice. I grabbed both of her thighs and began to pry them apart myself. For someone who had just ignored my command, she offered surprisingly little resistance, letting her legs part just as I wanted. And just like that, heaven unfolded before my eyes.
"Haaah... Mother... how could you..." I couldn't hide my sheer awe. Right before my eyes, Carmel's most private, shameful place was already glistening, dripping wet. A wild, throbbing thrill surged deep within my belly. Everything in my sight was unspeakably lewd, and the musky, sweet scent of her arousal saturated the air.
"Your pussy... it's gaping open... Showing such a vulgar sight to your own daughter... Fufu, you really are a failure, both as a mother and as a queen."
"D-don't be ridiculous... Y-you... you're the one who made me do this..." Carmel bit her lower lip in frustration. Surprisingly, she was quite weak to vulgar talk. On top of that, the shame of exposing her wet folds at such close range must have been overwhelming. Yet, unlike her tightly shut mouth above, her mouth below was entirely honest. Its fleshy lips parted slightly, weeping heavy droplets as if in eager anticipation. Well, then, I had to live up to those expectations.
I gently slid two fingers into Carmel's heat. Extremely, agonizingly slowly.
"Ah, ahh..." A wonderful reaction. Her interior was warm, soft, and drenched. It felt like the plush, juice-laden flesh of a ripe fruit. Keeping my fingers inside, I began to move them, teasing her.
"Now, answer me, Mother. Do you know how to dispel Mistylia, or do you not? Either way is fine, so just answer me already."
"Ah, ngh... mm... I, I... haah! Mnh..." My fingers were still moving gently and slowly. I stroked and rubbed her sensitive walls with utmost tenderness.
"Come now, if you don't speak more clearly, I won't be able to understand you. Or is it that you want me to do more? Fufu..."
"I... ngh... I know... I-I have an idea, at least..." Finally, her mouth above was becoming a little honest. What a troublesome mother, needing her cunt tormented just to speak the truth. I began to move my fingers more vigorously, shifting angles as I questioned her again.
"An idea... Well, fine. Then share this 'idea' of yours so that I might believe you."
"Ngh... N-no..."
"Pardon?"
"I won't... I won't let you dispel Mistylia... It's my... my precious treasure..."
A precious treasure. I never imagined I would hear such words from Carmel's mouth. Words like memories, longing, and attachment didn't suit a villainess at all. Moreover, considering her current situation, that statement was an expression of her resolve to protect it, no matter what kind of humiliation I subjected her to. No matter how much I defiled her body, she would keep that one thing as an inviolable sanctuary... The moment that realization struck me, a dark, pitch-black emotion flared up inside me like a wildfire.
"Ahhh-ngh...!" Carmel's hips arched violently. I had thrust three fingers deep inside her.
"That is not a precious treasure. It is nothing but a lump of curses. A wretched thing that shackles your mind and turns you into a puppet. Do you still not understand? I told you, I am going to save you!"
I spoke as if trying to reason with her, but that was merely a facade. The emotions laced in my words were dark, sticky, and venomous. At the same time, my fingers ran wild inside her. Shuddering under my relentless torment, Carmel spoke weakly.
"...Even so, ngh, ah...! Haah... to me, that's all I have left..."
What Carmel's mother had planted deep within her soul was apparently not just simple hatred. It had already become an inseparable part of her being. I instinctively knew that every word Carmel spoke was the absolute truth. According to our rules, this round of questioning should have ended here. I was already certain that Carmel knew how to dispel Mistylia, and I understood the weight of the words that followed. Yet, I couldn't stop.
"No, I refuse to accept that. Why do you still cling to a wretched, decaying branch? You live in this magnificent palace, enjoying all kinds of delicacies and beautiful clothes to your heart's content...! And yet, you say that's all you have... Mother, you have... you have me!"
I knew my words sounded pathetic. No matter how luxurious her life as the Queen of Rustie Kingdom was, as long as Carmel harbored that hatred, none of it held any value to her. Even as I spoke, I moved my fingers violently, venting my frustration. Lewd groans spilled from Carmel's lips in sync with my rough movements. But I couldn't bear the hollow ache expanding inside me.
"...I'm sorry, Sera..."
That apology struck my mind more painfully than any venomous insult ever could. This, too, was sincere. I felt a crushing sense of defeat. I was furious. It felt as though dark red lava was erupting from the crown of my head. I pulled my fingers out of Carmel's wetness. Then, I began to strip off my own elegant garments, piece by piece. Carmel simply watched me.
Once naked, I was in no different state than Carmel. My thighs were smeared wet with the evidence of the ecstasy I had tasted while tormenting her.
"Look. I am wet like this, too. This is the proof of the love we shared, Mother. But why... why won't you see it! When I... when I am this... this..."
"Sera..."
I wished she wouldn't look at me with those eyes. I would have preferred her to glare at me or look down on me coldly. Carmel's complicated, sorrowful gaze was truly unbearable. I lunged at her. As I pushed her down onto the sofa, she offered no resistance. Carmel must have known as well—that she had won this round of questioning by speaking the unvarnished truth. Therefore, what I was about to do was merely the petty tantrum of a sore loser. Yet, Carmel seemed willing to simply accept it. Even that made me unbearably angry.
Pinning her down, I shifted our positions. We lay head-to-toe, our faces aligned with each other's sex.
"Lick me, Mother..." I hadn't intended for it to sound that way, but my voice came out like a pouting child's. Soon, Carmel's tongue began to stroke the entrance of my folds. Exceedingly gently.