Chapter 72: — A Good Luck Blessing?

Kael froze, his heart hammering against his ribs as he felt the walls of her asshole tighten around him in surprise.

He began to gingerly pull back, his mind racing with the fear of losing his privileges; he knew he couldn’t afford to anger her and lose access to her body for the sake of one quick, selfish release.

But before he could withdraw, a lazy, thick voice cut through the silence of the room.

“You stupid child… Hmm… Didn’t I tell you not to use that… one? Huh?”

Amber sighed, the sound long and weary, but she didn’t move to push him away. Instead, she shifted her hips to accommodate him better.

“What can I do with you? Hmmm… Since you’re already inside… you can carry on…”

She groaned, a sleepy, resigned sound that vibrated against the mattress.

“But remember, this will be the last time… this week… Now do it slowly and let me sleep some more… Hmm. We need to attend your ceremony too…”

She drifted right back into the heavy haze of sleep, her words slurred and barely coherent as she sank back into the pillows.

Kael let out a shaky breath, his muscles relaxing as the tension left his body.

The green light of his pendant seemed to pulse faintly in the dim morning air, a reminder of the strange, dark path he was on, but for the next few minutes, his focus narrowed entirely to the wet, tight heat of his mother’s ass.

He began to pump slowly, just as she had instructed, feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction build until he was lost in the act.

Kael took Amber’s weary consent as a quiet form of indulgence; he assumed that, knowing the gravity of the awakening ceremony looming over him, she was granting him this final, carnal outlet to settle his nerves.

Her resignation felt like a silent pact, a momentary suspension of the rules to ensure his mind was focused and his desires satiated before the day’s trials.

He resumed his rhythmic, deliberate thrusting. With his pre-cum having already thoroughly lubricated her sphincter, the friction was reduced to a slick, rhythmic slide.

He was able to drive his hips further forward, burying himself to the hilt with each slow, measured motion.

The sensation was overwhelming—the tight, heat-suffused grip of her anatomy molding around his shaft, combined with the illicit thrill of knowing she was half-asleep beneath him, creating a heady cocktail of power and pleasure.

He savored the way her hips instinctively rocked to meet him, her body betraying her fatigue with subtle, rhythmic pulses that urged him on.

For ten minutes, the room was filled with the wet, rhythmic slap of skin and the soft, labored breathing of the pair.

Yet, as the friction built and the pleasure began to sharpen toward its inevitable peak, Kael’s composure flickered. He realized he didn’t want to finish here—not inside her rectum.

He halted, his breath hitching in his chest. Reluctantly, he gripped her hips, guiding himself out with a slow, agonizing slide that left a trail of slick warmth behind.

Amber merely let out a low, incoherent murmur, settling deeper into her slumber as if he were already a ghost.

Kael stood up, the morning air in the room suddenly feeling chilled against his damp, flushed skin.

He didn’t linger; he grabbed his clothes, hurried out of the room, and stepped into the cool, pre-dawn serenity of the garden.

The grass was wet with dew, and the distant, muted sounds of the waking town of Korua began to filter through the trees. He went through the motions of his daily regimen—stretches, calisthenics, and light drills—trying to channel the residual energy and heat in his loins into his muscles, grounding himself for the hours to come.

The physical exhaustion he forced upon himself served as a distraction, a way to anchor his focus away from the lingering sensation of Amber’s body and toward the looming, uncertain future that awaited him at the ceremony.

After half an hour, Amber woke up. She sat up and quickly explored her anus with her fingers, checking to see if Kael had come inside her.

Finding nothing more than the slick residue of his pre-cum, she felt a quiet satisfaction. Confident that no mess had been made, she stood up and began tending to the morning household chores.

Kael returned to the living area to find the house quiet.

Amber was in the kitchen, meticulously peeling fruits with a small blade. She looked up as he entered, her expression softening as she took in his presence.

“I’ve seen your dedication in mana cultivation, son,” Amber said, her voice steady and warm.

“You need not worry about it too much. Only a small percentage of your performance will depend on your physical abilities; the rest is largely down to luck. But we should always focus on what is under our control and hope for the best. Since you have worked hard enough already, leave the rest to fate.”

Kael nodded, acknowledging her advice. Truthfully, he was already operating on that exact logic. He understood the fickle nature of the awakening from the memories he had inherited, yet he still felt an obsessive need to be at his absolute peak.

“Eat up,” Amber said, bringing him a plate of food and a mug of milk. “You’ve impressed me, Kael. If anything goes wrong today, you can ask me for anything your heart desires.”

Kael watched her, his gaze lingering on her as she set the tray down. The morning air was still charged with the tension of the coming ceremony.

The whole town of Korua would be gathered at the chief’s mansion—it was the biggest event of the year, a festival where everyone came to see which children would unlock their potential.

While he didn’t enjoy being the center of attention, the prospect of the ceremony had his heart hammering against his ribs in anticipation.

But first, he had a lingering, physical distraction that demanded his attention.

He looked down at the painful, throbbing tent in his shorts.

The morning routine hadn’t been enough to fully drain him. He cleared his throat, looking directly at Amber.

“Mom… actually, I’m still feeling restless even after what we did earlier,” Kael said, pointing down to the bulge in his trousers. “I think I can finally get rid of this pressure if you allow me to use your mouth.”

Amber chuckled, her eyes tracing the undeniable bulge in Kael’s shorts.

She had been tracking the growth of his libido for a long time; his physical development was far beyond that of any other boy in Korua, and his appetite for carnal release had only seemed to grow alongside his mana.

“I knew you’d ask me that, once I realized you hadn’t finished inside me earlier,” Amber laughed, a warm, indulgent sound. “You go ahead and start your breakfast; let me take care of that for you.”

She moved with an easy, practiced grace, dropping to her knees in front of him. With a deft tug, she pulled his trousers and underwear down, freeing his massive, throbbing cock.

The heavy organ sprang forward, thick and veined, casting a shadow against the morning light. She didn’t hesitate, opening her mouth and taking the sensitive head of his cock deep inside.

As she began to work him, her tongue circling the crown with expert precision, Kael felt the pressure in his groin begin to ease. Amber moved with a rhythmic, steady focus, her eyes glancing up at him from time to time, ensuring he was comfortable.

For Kael, it was a familiar, grounding routine—a necessary release to clear his head and channel his focus before the chaos of the day.

She sucked him rhythmically, her hands cupping his balls as she moved her head in slow, deep strokes.

The sensation was intense, the heat of her mouth pulling the tension from his body as he sat there, calmly eating his breakfast while she tended to him.

It was this act, an intimate arrangement that kept his nerves steady and his focus sharp, preparing him for whatever the ceremony at the chief’s mansion might hold.

Kael was in a state of absolute, sensory-driven ecstasy. The physical friction of his mother’s mouth—hot, wet, and relentlessly rhythmic—was enough to send jolts of electricity straight to his core.

As he chewed on a piece of fruit, his eyes locked onto Amber’s. He reached down, his fingers threading into her hair, and pressed her head firmly forward, guiding her to take even more of his length.

“Mom, I’m going to be a little forceful,” Kael murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Don’t mind me. Just consider this your blessing to me for my good luck today.”

Amber’s eyes widened slightly, a muffled, choked sound escaping her throat as he forced the head of his cock deep against the back of her palate.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she gave an eager, bobbing nod, her hands tightening on his thighs as she adjusted to the deep, invading rhythm he was demanding.

She was clearly committed to ensuring he was fully drained and primed for the ceremony, regardless of the intensity he brought to the act.