Chapter 73: — Way To Awakening.

Kael felt the back of her throat stretch against his tip, a deep, invasive pressure that made his head swim.

He held her head steady, pinning her down as she gagged, her eyes watering as he pushed his full length into her mouth.

Just as she began to turn a shade of red and he felt the frantic, desperate hitch of her throat, he finally loosened his grip.

Amber pulled back, gasping for air, her chest heaving as she sucked in deep, ragged breaths.

She didn’t complain or stop; she only offered him a wet, dazed smile before diving back down, engulfing his cock all the way to the base.

The sound filled the room—glugg, glugg, glugg—a wet, rhythmic cadence that echoed against the silence of the hall.

To Kael, her mouth had become nothing more than a warm, tight, makeshift cunt. He didn’t show any mercy.

With one hand, he grabbed her heavy, soft tits, kneading the flesh with a punishing grip, while his other hand stayed locked behind her head, forcing her to take the depth of his thrusts.

He didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath before he reached out and pinched her nipples as hard as he could, twisting the sensitive skin between his fingers.

Amber let out a strangled, muffled cry of agony and pleasure, her body twitching and jerking under his hand.

She wanted to scream, to protest the sharp pain, but with her mouth completely filled by his massive, throbbing cock, all she could manage was a desperate, whimpering moan as she continued to bob her head, serving him until he was ready to finish.

Kael didn’t rush the process entirely; he let Amber come up for air between the deep-throating sessions, watching her struggle for breath with a predatory grin.

As he hammered into her, he didn’t care about the mess.

Her face was soon plastered with his hot, sticky cum, and as he pushed her past her limits, thick ropes of it started leaking out of her nostrils, coating her lips and chin in a white, viscous mess.

Seeing her face ruined with his own filth pushed Kael over the edge.

His heart hammered in his chest, the sheer perversion of turning his mother into a cum dump made him hard as steel. He couldn’t hold it back anymore.

He grabbed the plate of fruit she had prepared and shoved it directly under his throbbing, spurting cock.

He hammered out his load, a massive, endless stream of thick, white semen blasting all over the breakfast.

The volume was monstrous; it splashed and pooled, drowning the sliced fruit in a heavy, disgusting coat of his own seed until the plate was overflowing, the white slime dripping off the edges and onto the table.

He stood there, panting, watching the steaming mess he’d made, his body finally drained of that frantic, morning-long tension.

Kael grabbed her glass of milk and pumped the final, thick ribbons of his cum into the liquid, watching it swirl and cloud the drink into a white, murky sludge.

“Here, Mom. You can enjoy this now. Nothing wasted, hehe,” Kael said, flashing a cheeky grin at her.

Amber was still panting, her chest heaving as she fought to regain her breath after being relentlessly choked.

Her face was a filthy, beautiful disaster, smeared with white streaks of his seed that had dripped from her nose and chin.

Despite the exhaustion radiating off her, she looked up at him with a dazed, satisfied smile.

She took the plate from him, her fingers brushing against his, and didn’t hesitate. She began to eat the fruit, licking the thick, viscous coating of his semen off the pieces with relish, her eyes never leaving his.

She took a long, slow swallow of the milk, gulping down the murky mixture he had spiked for her, looking utterly content to consume every drop of his morning release.

Kael walked toward the chief’s mansion, the air heavy with the unique, electric buzz of a town gathered for a momentous event.

Usually, the streets of Korua were relatively sparse, with life and movement restricted to the cramped bustle of the marketplace.

Today, however, the town felt transformed; entire families were spilling out of their homes, a steady, rhythmic tide of people all funneling toward the same destination.

As he scanned the crowd, he noted that the number of children was disproportionately low compared to the throngs of adults. It didn’t strike him as odd; he knew from the depth of Kael’s memories that this was the way of things.

The awakening wasn’t just a milestone for the youth; it was a high-stakes cultural performance. The parents weren’t just observers—they were stakeholders in the next generation’s potential, their own social standing often tied to the strength of the wings their children might sprout.

Kael kept his stride measured, his hand resting absently near the pendant hidden beneath his tunic.

He felt the weight of the morning’s intake—the residual heat of his own release still lingering in his veins—and he used it to anchor his focus. The crowd around him whispered, their voices a low drone of nervous excitement.

Kael knew from his memories that children in this world were incredibly rare, especially among humans.

He figured the biological reason was simple: human males ejaculated such tiny amounts of semen that the odds of successfully fertilizing a woman’s egg were pathetic.

This harsh reality was the bedrock of their entire society. If fertility rates were actually decent, women wouldn’t be out here trading sex for a few measly fruits.

But because pregnancy was such a long shot, sex had become nothing more than a cheap, accessible service.

When a woman did actually get knocked up, it was treated like a stroke of rare, incredible luck, and the couple would fiercely claim the child as their own.

The cold, hard truth was that most couples spent their entire lives completely barren, never having a kid to call their own.

Amber having three children made her the envy of the entire neighborhood.

While most couples stayed barren their whole lives, she had managed to birth three, a miracle that kept other women staring at her with bitter jealousy. Kael was stunned when the realization hit him.

He didn’t share the same pathetic biology as the other men in this town; his balls were like a pressure cooker, and the sheer amount of cum he shot often shocked even him.

I really hope I don’t end up knocking some lady up, he thought, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck.

He’d only had vaginal sex with his sister, who was already pregnant, so there was no risk of him having a bastard running around yet.

Still, the future terrified him. He was a powerhouse of fertility in a world that had none.

One more thing to clear with the dragoness, he promised himself. He was far too young and had way too much to do to be tied down as a father.

Even though husbands in this town wouldn’t mind if Kael knocked up their wives—in fact, many would likely be thrilled by the sheer rarity of such a feat—Kael couldn’t bring himself to abandon his old-world morals to that extent.

The idea of leaving a trail of his own bastards all over Korua sat wrong with him.