Chapter 61 — Mom Became A Sow.

Kael couldn’t thank whatever forces had brought him to this world enough.

He pulled Amber through the garden, using her hair as a makeshift leash to guide her movements.

While the urge to parade her through the streets in this state was overwhelming, he still lacked the confidence to handle any potential complications that might arise in public.

Amber followed his lead, her movements creating a rhythmic sway that made her butt cheeks jiggle enticingly with every step.

After letting her wander for a bit to build the tension, Kael guided her to the center of the garden and took his position directly behind her.

As he stared at her exposed, puckered asshole, he could see the end of the fruit still protruding slightly.

He realized he needed to remove the obstruction before he could claim that space for himself.

He leaned in, his cock pulsing with anticipation against her thigh, ready to take the place of the fruit and fill her the way he had been craving.

Kael shoved his hand into Amber’s ass, trying to get a grip on the fruit while simultaneously coating his cock in saliva for a slick entry.

To his frustration, the fruit wouldn’t budge; it was coated in the thick, slippery saliva from her mouth, making it impossible to snag with his fingers. He cringed hard at the sloppy, messy situation he’d created.

"There’s only one way now," he muttered.

He moved around to face her, his face heating up with embarrassment.

"Ahem... Mom, actually... I lost that fruit inside you. It’s too slippery to get a grip on so I can pull it out. Can you... ahem, I mean, try to push a little?"

Amber let out a bright, melodic laugh, looking at the bashful, red-faced expression of her son.

The sight of him struggling with such a clumsy mistake was a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

"Haha!" she chuckled, her eyes dancing with amusement. "The way you’ve been acting so expertly and dominant these past few days, I veritably forgot that you’re still just my clumsy little boy after all. Haha!"

"Mommy will try to push it out; you go and try to grab it," Amber said, bracing herself. Kael made a mental note to pick an even larger one next time to ensure it didn’t get lost, then moved back behind her.

As Amber pushed, Kael inserted his fingers, feeling the smooth surface of the fruit shifting inside her. After a few minutes of concerted effort, they finally managed to coax the object out.

Kael sighed in relief and glanced down at his now half-limp cock, thinking.

’Okay, buddy, it’s your time now.’

As he felt it surge and harden again, he quickly coated it in a fresh layer of saliva and, with a single, powerful jerk of his hips, drove himself deep into her tight hole.

"Ahhhhhh! Ahh, push it slowly, Kael!" Amber cried out, her back arching as she felt him fill her completely.

But Kael, hungry for the control he felt in these moments, ignored her pleas. He didn’t want to go slowly; he wanted to dominate the pace.

He continued his forceful, jerking motions, driving himself in and out of her with rhythmic intensity, relishing the way she whimpered under his relentless speed.

After a few intense, heavy thrusts, the initial discomfort faded as Amber’s body began to relax and yield, her inner walls stretching to accommodate Kael’s size.

He gripped her slender waist tightly, driving into her as hard as he could. Though he could only sink in about two-thirds of his length, it was more than enough to feel her intense, constricted heat.

He made a mental note to work on deeper penetration another time; for today, his only goal was to fuck her until she couldn’t think straight.

As he hammered away, his hand instinctively tangled into her hair, pulling back sharply.

Amber hissed in pain and tried to shift away, but the movement forced his cock against a sensitive, internal spot deep within her rectum.

A jolt of pure, white-hot electricity surged through her, pinning her in place. The pain of the hair-pull vanished, replaced by a overwhelming, shimmering wave of pleasure that made her vision swim.

She realized then that he had found exactly where to hit to make her completely helpless.

Amber remained completely oblivious to the fact that her own mind was craving exactly this—the harsh, relentless friction and the subtle degradation that came with it.

She wanted to be used, even if she couldn’t yet articulate it to herself.

"Mom, from now on, you’re going to be my personal suaro, okay? So start acting like one," Kael commanded, his voice dark and demanding.

In the heat of the moment, he slapped her ass hard. He immediately froze, remembering his promise to avoid the violence that the Chief was known for, but when no protest came from her, he exhaled and resumed his rhythmic, aggressive thrusting.

In truth, Amber had felt the sharp sting of the slap perfectly well.

A part of her was surprised by the sudden violence, but she chose to stay silent and ignore it.

She sensed that his slip-up was brief and that he was otherwise remaining within the boundaries they had discussed.

As his cock continued to stretch her and hit that spot that sent lightning through her nerves, she decided that if this was the price for the intense pleasure he was giving her, it was a price she was more than willing to pay.

"Oink... Oink... ahhh... mhhh... hannmm... Oink... hmm... Oink... Oink... Oink... ahh... mhhhh!"

The sounds erupting from his mother were uncanny—a strange, primal mix of guttural pig-like squeals and raw, desperate moans.

As the chorus of her pleasure hit his ears, Kael felt his cock surge, physically expanding another half-inch. He was stunned; he hadn’t known such a thing was biologically possible, but the rush of adrenaline made him shove the thought to the back of his mind.

He began to ram himself into her with newfound, savage intensity. As he increased his pace, he felt her internal walls react; the muscles of her rectum began to spasm and contract, pulsating around him with a frantic, clinging grip.

Every time he thrust deep, she seemed to squeeze him tighter, turning the act into a rhythmic struggle between his relentless penetration and her body’s desperate, suffocating embrace. He was no longer just fucking her; he was consuming her.

Kael kept a firm, controlling grip on Amber’s hair with his left hand, while his right hand moved from her face to her nose.

He hooked his index and middle fingers into her nostrils, pulling them upward and outward.

The stretch caused her face to contort, forcing her already heavy, rhythmic breathing into a nasal, snorting sound that sounded even more animalistic than before.

"Now you look like a proper suaro, Mom," he whispered affectionately into her ear, his voice thick with arousal. He continued his relentless, rhythmic pounding, his cock thumping deep inside her as he used her head to guide her movements.

He had absolutely no idea what a real suaro looked like in this world—it was just a term he’d heard or invented to fit his fantasies—but he operated under the simple, twisted logic that if she was going to grunt like a pig, she ought to look like one, too.

Amber, caught in the throes of the overwhelming stimulation in her backside and the humiliation of his fingers tugging at her nose, could only offer a series of wet, high-pitched snorts and oinks, completely surrendered to his command.

"Oink... Oink... ahhh... ahh... Oink!"

Amber had completely detached from the mortal world; the world outside the garden, her duties, and her dignity had all vanished.

She no longer possessed the capacity to analyze the humiliation or the strange positions she was being held in.

Her entire consciousness had narrowed down to the primal, rhythmic command to grunt like the suaro her son had labeled her, surrendering every last shred of autonomy to Kael’s capable hands.

With every brutal, driving thrust, Kael triggered a specific, deeply buried nerve cluster within her anus.

Each hit sent a shockwave of raw, unfiltered ecstasy straight to her brain, making her feel as though she were being launched into the heavens.

This was a completely alien sensation—a depth of pleasure she had never once experienced through her vagina, let alone her backside.

She didn’t care about the logistics or the taboo; she decided right then to simply let go, abandoning all worldly worries to drift entirely on the tide of the overwhelming, pulsating pleasure that Kael was forcing out of her.