Willing compliance of a potential broodmare, always inspires on any male a ravenous appetite for unbridled carnal conquest.
Especially when the radiant smile of a calculative, cunning woman is softened through tender passion, or wrecked apart by the brash uncertainty of exploring a new kind of rough, raw ecstasy.
Cardennia is beyond, and in-between of the two.
Her narrow rectum is stretched wide to accommodate the girth of a young man she believed easy to handle.
Which is true for most arrogant Scions.
But to worsen the matter of her misread, there is a witness watching closely.
Shame filled her every fiber, numbing her senses more than an aphrodisiac could ever achieve.
The indecency added to her diminishing pride made her anus tighter, intensifying the growing pleasure, instead of stacking up her nigh inexistent agony.
Which shouldn’t be the case with the thick wolfish shaft, ramming in and out of her previously sealed little butthole
"Is this all you can do?..." She murmured evenly, intimate yet challenging despite her agitated breath.
Vurckair snorted, pressing his chest against the woman’s back, his right hand firmly ensnared around the neck. "You don’t have a third of «Obelisk» inside you."
The words felt like an electric shock, her mind blank and stupefied, totally deprived from the scarce pretentious resolution she believed unshakable. "Me-Mercy–"
"Mercilessly?." Vurckair conveniently interpreted. "As you wish, Kitten GILF, it’s time you become «My Mewling Quim»."
His pelvis slammed upwards in a sudden thrust combined with his oppressive chokehold; What kept the smooth, steady delve into the depths of Cardennia’s unexplored sphincter.
Her exaggerated, scandalized gasp is more of pleasure than surprise or pain.
Then she saw it.
Her Profile and notifications along Vurckair’s, understanding the enzyme he secreted is actually a natural lubricant.
"You are cheating!. Using your Profession is despicable..."
"Hahaha." His laughter reverberated across the office. "If you think the Lube is the reason behind what you are feeling..."
He whispered at Cardennia’s feline ear. "Let me give you a reality check. I don’t use the Enzyme to enhance sensations, but to diminish them."
"What?!."
"Is not obvious, GILF?. I like to slowly corrupt my partners, to see how they develop upon my interference and/or guidance."
A guttural growl escaped his mouth as he nibbled the cat ears. "Any idiot can use drugs to make the job easier. Few dare to employ it to ensure the chase is harder."
Cardennia tried to gulp down in trepidation, but her mouth was dry.
For a cold Cyannae like her, it should be impossible. Yet, the proof was her tongue, feeling like sandpaper against her palate.
"Let me confess to you that i’ve only used the Enzyme twice with actuall beneficial purposes. My first woman, because i didn’t know what i was doing. And the second time was to put someone in place."
She turned to face Vurckair, her eyes blazing with terror and excitement. "My granddaughters?..."
"Be at ease, Kitten. I have you to release my pent-up tension. They’ll learn only the fun part. Unless curiosity and horniness decide otherwise..."
Her spine shivered. She is a mature, experienced woman, currently hanging on the precipice of nymphomania.
There is no path in which her younger relatives won’t succumb to the pleasures Vurckair offers.
"You see, GILF. I actually abhor forcing myself on others; Because i had no control over my own life. Now it’s different. Which is exactly why when those around, grant me such privilege. I really appreciate the gesture, and jealously guard their wellbeing."
"Will you keep them safe?."
"With everything i have.
"What about me?."
He bit Cardennia’s ear hard enough to draw blood. "I’m going to break, and rebuild you as i please. Don’t worry, if i get bored of you, i’ll simply remake you again."
"Of course you’ll do..." Cardennia whined a docile purr, her eyes gleamed with lustful relief, fueling the never satisfied perverted desires buried deep within her soul.
She turned her face away, and looking down murmured. "This wasn’t a negotiation. If not a formality for my surrender." Giggling, her posture became inviting. "I’m ready to «Sement» this relationship."
Volttaira couldn’t believed Cardennia’s statement. Words meant only to pledge eternal loyalty.
Even if Vurckair’s seed ended in the woman’s anus; The action’s value wouldn’t change.
As a mother, she should be proud of her offspring. Not envying the female’s willing submission.
Anticipation hitched Volttaira’s breath, thrilled to experience absolute Domination imparted by her son.
Such forbidden consummation shouldn’t occur. But she knows the Vurckair in front of her is not the one she rised.
What bloomed a faint smile on her rosaceous plump lips. The possibility exited, and she was craving it.
"How does it feel?." Volttaira couldn’t take her eyes off the eel drilling Cardennia’s asshole.
"Like if i’d never been with a real man."
Cardennia’s legs waved, and Vurckair stood up, pushing her to the adjacent sofa. Her hands sought support, clasped shut on Volttaira’s knees.
She couldn’t followed Vurckair’s lecherous, wild intent, looking at him, and shuddering with realization. ’He wants to plunge me.’
Prey. Is how she felt; Not a mighty Vecturion.
Worse, she was afraid of the hung young man who hinted his desire to tear her too.
Primal lust never leaved his eyes, though Vurckair’s gaze was glued to Volttaira’s; His wolfish virility roughly pounded into the Kitten’s gapped backdoor, who slowly relaxed her tail’s grip at the cock’s base, until it hung like a lifeless snake, not a playful limb.
’She can’t even scream properly. Only moan breathlessly with a meek docility as she is throughoutly violated by my son... No. This beast with a Man’s skin...’
’’’Been taken by someone who knows the drill, is always mind-blowing.’’’ Without the limitation imposed by Cardennia’s tail; More of the dick is plugged inside; Stretching and reshaping the fleshy canal, making her experience chained mini-orgasms like never before.
The pumping pace augmented another fold, Vurckair has more than enough Stamina, not to mention his impassive Vigour.
But the 45 minutes are running out. And the Mother who raised him, taught him to be punctual.
With an animalistic growl, he unloaded thick ropes of cum in Cardennia’s pulsating asshole. "You are such a good fuck. Next time, it’s your turn to entertain me."
The warm jizz remained in the woman’s butthole, as he pulled out his dick with a loud plop, leaving Cardennia with a weird sense of loose emptiness.
"Open your legs." He ordered Volttaira.
His oppressive grip on Cardennia’s neck allowed him to spun her around. She fell to her knees, only to receive the ejaculating dick in her mouth.
The motion pressed her nape against the scaled crotch of Volttaira’s Adarga, as he held his mother’s legs firmly in place.
Leaning forth with a deep thrust, another load of semen erupted.
To others it might seem like Vurckair was fornicating with Volttaira.
But a second glance is sufficient to notice the squirting Cardennia; Who convulsed violently at being irrumated.
Holding perfectly still, her scorching throat tried to milk every drop from, as she swallows relentlessly the viscous, sweet substance.
"Good Mommy. Let me see them." Vurckair suggested with fast humps, shaking the sofa as his hands touched Volttaira’s body, aiming for the soft, motherly mounds.
"We shouldn’t–"
He shushed her by rubbing his nose on her glossy, puffy lips. "Be a Good Mommy... Neglecting me for 5 years wasn’t nice. I demand being pampered and spoiled rotten till my heart’s content... Not to mention the bet is about to conclude. You wouldn’t want i lose. Right?. Help me win by accepting my scent and signature..."