A Feast of Sweet Agony
"How should we use this wicked thing, Mother? Shall I shove it inside your cunt and stir it around until you cry and beg me to stop? Or... perhaps it would be more amusing to watch you insert it yourself and grind your hips? Fufu, which do you prefer?"
Under the onslaught of these obscene words, Carmel's breathing grew increasingly ragged. Staring at the vibrating dildo, she murmured in a small, trembling voice.
"...Do... do whatever you want..."
Ah... she is hitting all my sweet spots today. This, too, must be the fruit of my training.
I switched off the dildo for now. The perfect moment to use this would be the climax of tonight's entertainment. To ensure a satisfying finale, I first needed to savor every inch of Carmel's body.
"Shall we? Then, first, come up here."
I patted my lap as I spoke. Carmel kept her mouth shut, a flush of embarrassment coloring her face as she climbed on top of me. Straddling me face-to-face—this position allowed me to fully appreciate her naked form.
Her breasts, as warm and soft as freshly made tofu, swayed right before my eyes. Her pale skin was slick with fine beads of sweat, and her nipples were already standing completely erect.
"Your nipples are so hard, Mother. Are you excited?"
"..."
"Answer me."
"...It's only because... because you fed me that aphrodisiac..."
Carmel seemed desperate to blame her lewd reactions on the aphrodisiac. Well, that was fine by me.
I reached out toward the pale mounds before me. Cupping them from below, they overflowed my palms entirely. They felt heavy, yet incredibly soft to the touch.
"Hngh... haah..."
Already, wanton sighs slipped past Carmel's lips. The gaze she directed down at me grew thick with desperate longing.
Squeezing her breasts somewhat firmly with both hands, I leaned in and took one of her erect nipples into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the stiff peak before sucking on it deeply.
"Hnghh...!"
A wonderful reaction. The moment I stimulated her most sensitive spot, I felt her hips twitch violently. Each time I teased her nipple, Carmel ground her lower body against my thighs.
I shouldn't play favorites. Pulling away from the breast I had been nursing, I latched onto the other one. This time, I used my teeth to give it a playful, gentle bite.
"Ah...! Ah, ah, ah, nngh...!"
Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation to her nipples, Carmel clung to my shoulders as she began to climax. She would undoubtedly blame this, too—the fact that she was coming from nipple play alone—on the aphrodisiac.
When she finally panted and slowly lifted her head after her orgasm, not a single trace of defiance remained on her face.
"Your breasts are always so delicious, Mother. Fufu, I am truly glad to be your daughter."
"...Haah, haah..."
Her face was dazed, thoroughly drunk on pleasure. Trying to shake off the stupor, Carmel forced herself to glare at me.
"Fufut, so you won't yield to just this? Very well, then..."
I shifted my gaze downward from her chest, past her soft yet taut belly, to the patch of hair nestled at the very bottom. Stroking the neatly trimmed mound with my fingers, I spoke.
"You've groomed yourself so beautifully. Fufut, did you have it trimmed while taking your bath? Next time, I would love to do it for you myself."
"...Ugh..."
Carmel must have sensed that I wasn't joking in the slightest. I was more than willing to do it whenever the opportunity arose. Come to think of it, leaving such a luxurious task to the maids felt like a waste.
Imagining myself trimming her most intimate hairs, I slid two fingers inside her wet cunt.
"Hngh... ah...!"
Compared to what we usually used, tonight's dildo was quite large. I needed to prep her well so her tight walls wouldn't be shocked. I swirled my fingers inside, thoroughly stretching and stimulating her inner depths.
With her hips arched off the bed, Carmel bared her wanton, melting expression to me as my fingers stirred her insides.
"You mustn't come too much already, Mother. The night is still young. Besides, you'll have to take something much larger in a little while..."
"Nngh, ah... hngh, ahh...!"
My sincere warning fell on deaf ears. Carmel was already deriving immense pleasure from my slow, preparatory fingerings. Sticky fluids continuously dripped down my hand.
Her warm, wet passage clung tightly to my fingers as if welcoming them. The moment I curved my fingers to hook against her sweet spot, Carmel came with pathetic ease.
"Ah, hngh, ah...! Haahhh...!"
The hands that had been resting on my shoulders slid up to wrap around my neck. As she climaxed, Carmel buried my face deep between her breasts.
Her rich, intoxicating scent enveloped me from all sides. Breathing it in deeply, I felt a thrill of arousal shoot through me as well.
"Haa, hngh... ugh..."
Even as she came, Carmel's hips continued to grind against me in shallow, involuntary thrusts. It wasn't a conscious act, but rather a primal instinct triggered by her deep climax.
While I wanted to keep teasing her cunt like this, there were too many things I wanted to try tonight. To get through them all, I had to restrain myself.
I gently pushed Carmel back and sat up. My clothes were already soaked with her juices. I stripped them off.
Under the dim lighting, my pale, naked body was fully revealed. Carmel couldn't tear her eyes away from me—staring intently at my breasts, my thighs, and my most intimate areas. Her gaze sent a strange, thrilling shiver of pleasure through me.
Naked, I walked over to the bookshelf lining the wall.
"Actually, I didn't prepare just one gift for today. There is another delightful surprise."
Tucked between the books was a card case containing the Tentacle Patches. I pulled it out, took three patches, and returned to Carmel.
"W-what is that...? T-tentacles...?"
She recognized them instantly. She had a sharp eye. Perhaps she had already guessed their purpose, as her eyes shook with anxiety.
"W-where did you even get such a thing...! Are you truly a pervert?"
As if that's news. Smiling at her disgust, I spread the faintly squirming Tentacle Patches across my palm. Then, I picked up the wine bottle from the table with my other hand.
Once applied, a Tentacle Patch could not be removed by normal means for twenty-four hours. Since both Carmel and I were attended by maids every morning and evening, that would be highly problematic. However, there was a workaround.
Just as I had tested on Juliana, the microscopic tentacles would burn themselves out much faster if they were over-activated. Wine, being far richer in nutrients than plain water, could trigger a similar hyper-activation even in small amounts.
I tilted the bottle, soaking the Tentacle Patches in the dark red wine.
"Now, Mother. Put both hands behind your head and thrust your chest out."
"Are you really... going to put those on me...?"
"Have you forgotten? Your body belongs to me right now. Or would you like to call off our deal?"
It was far too late to back out now, not after her breasts and cunt had already been thoroughly despoiled. Yielding to my command, Carmel raised both hands behind her head. It was a highly provocative posture that completely exposed her armpits.
She whispered to me in a small, trembling voice.
"It's... it's really safe, right...?"
"Of course. I've already tested it."
"A-a test...? On whom... ah...!"
The moment I pressed the wine-soaked patch against Carmel's right nipple, it latched on tightly. Just as with Juliana, I could see the roots of the tiny tentacles squirming on the back of the patch.
"W-wait, this... ah...! It's wrapping around... hngh...!"
The effect of the wine was even more spectacular than I had anticipated. The tentacles were far more active than when they had reacted to urine; "frenzied" would be a more accurate description. For Carmel, whose body was already highly sensitized, the stimulation was overwhelming.
She shuddered violently, her entire body trembling as she surrendered to the intense pleasure in her breast. Yet, she kept her hands locked behind her head as ordered. How obedient of her.
"H-how long... ah, how long is this going to last... nngh...!"
"Hmm... at most, it should fall off in a few hours."
In truth, I didn't know the exact duration. Given how much more violently they were squirming compared to Juliana's test, it might be even shorter. But hearing the words "a few hours" threw Carmel into utter despair.
"A-a few hours...? Ah... this... nngh...! All night long...?"
It's definitely best not to mention the original twenty-four-hour limit. While Carmel was lost in horror as her breast was ravished by the tentacles, I poured wine onto another patch. Then, in a surprise move, I slapped it onto her other breast.
With the stimulation doubled, Carmel's body convulsed even more violently.
"Hngh! Ah...! No... my nipples...! They're relentlessly... ah...!"
I imagined the tiny tentacles thrashing wildly beneath the white fabric of the patch, relentlessly tormenting Carmel's swollen nipples. The thought alone made my own juices drip down my thighs.
"Take... take them off... ah...! Please, Sera...! My breasts... they feel so strange...!"
She was already turning to me for help naturally. While that pleased me, there was nothing I could do this time. Looking at her face, it was clear she was genuinely reaching her limit.
I gently cupped Carmel's chin and spoke softly.
"I'm sorry, Mother. Once they're on, there's no way to remove them. Not until the tentacles exhaust themselves and fall off on their own."
"What...?"
"But I will gladly offer you some encouragement to help you endure it."
With those words, I leaned in and pressed my lips gently against Carmel's, sealing her mouth just as she opened it to speak.