Chapter 161 - 160: Stella Looking For Love

Chapter 161: Chapter 160: Stella Looking For Love

"Ah... I know that," Pamela whimpered, her hips shifting as she tried to stall for time.

"But please, let me figure out the right day... I can’t let your uncle suspect that I’ve become completely addicted to you." She pushed her hips back, guiding him deep until his tip pressed firmly against her sensitive core.

"Then that’s settled, Auntie," Owen growled, his hands gripping her hips with absolute authority. "I’m going to take you right now until you completely collapse." He held her firmly in place and drove himself all the way in with one forceful motion.

"Ah! Owen, please don’t stop!" Pamela cried out, her fingers clutching tightly to whatever she could reach. "I don’t know what I’d do if you ever stopped doing these filthy things with me..."

"Just keep moaning for me, Auntie," Owen purred, pulling back slightly before redirecting his entry. "It’s time to claim your untouched rear." He aligned himself and drove straight into her tight opening.

Thrust!

Damn, this is on a whole different level, Owen thought, amazed by the sheer tightness of her walls wrapping around him without tearing her delicate skin. This has to be the most responsive, perfect opening I’ve ever had. I could get addicted to this.

Pah! Pah! Pah!

Owen brought his hand down firmly against her cheeks before reaching down to lift both of her thighs off the ground.

"Ah! What are you doing?" Pamela gasped, panic lacing her voice as her balance shifted dramatically. "Owen, I’m going to lose my footing if you don’t drop my legs!" Her chest pressed flat against the seat, her hands struggling to keep her body steady.

"I’m just trying out a new position, Auntie," Owen chuckled darkly, locking her legs firmly against his hips while relentlessly driving himself deeper into her tight passage.

"Ah... I don’t have the strength to move anymore..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back in sheer pleasure as her breath hitched. Her tongue flicked out to lap up the trail of sweet moisture left on her skin.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Let’s enjoy this moment to the fullest, Auntie Pam," Owen growled, drilling deep into her warmth. The distinct, rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the quiet room, accompanied by her breathless whimpers and his dominant growls.

Nearly an hour passed before Pamela finally lost consciousness, her body twitching softly as she sprawled across the floor. It was a staggering sight—the elegant woman Owen had first seen enjoying a peaceful day by the lakeside with her husband was now entirely surrendered to his desire.

"Phew, that was intense," Owen muttered, grabbing a bottle of water to quench his thirst. The session with Pamela had ended up being the longest one yet. "Not bad at all... I’ve completely lost count of how many times I finished inside her—whether it was her front, her back, or her mouth."

He squatted down next to her limp figure and gave her rear a couple of light spanks.

Pah! Pah!

"Wake up, Auntie. You can’t sleep here," he said softly. But she was far too spent to offer any response, her core softly leaking the evidence of their long session. "No reaction, huh? I guess that’s only fair. Take a rest for now, Auntie; the next round will start soon enough."

Owen stood up and headed straight toward the adjacent bath, taking a brief moment to relax under the warm water and wash off the sweat.

Outside the chamber, the heavy silence signaled the end of the previous session.

"The moaning finally stopped!" Cindy, a voluptuous woman who had missed her turn the previous day, declared excitedly while pumping her fist. "That means it’s my turn next!"

"Not so fast, little Cindy," an older woman interjected with a smirk, gently pulling the next woman in line forward. "It’s not your turn yet... she’s up next."

The woman being led forward was none other than Stella—a breathtaking, emerald-haired beauty who had always treated Owen with maternal warmth. Now, it was finally her time to step into the room.

I’ve been waiting for this exact moment... what am I supposed to do? Stella thought, her heart racing as her mind spun with wild anticipation. To think that the mysterious savior everyone in the village is talking about... is actually Owen!

She paused at the entrance, battling her inner feelings. Should she play along with the sacred illusion, or should she just be completely honest with him?

Creak...

The door swung open, revealing a pitch-black room illuminated only by a single beam of light focused on a wooden partition with a small opening.

"W-what should I do now?" Stella whispered to herself, taking a hesitant step forward. Her heart hammered wildly against her ribs at the thought of spending private time with the young man she held so dear.

"Come closer, my Devotee," a deep, authoritative voice echoed from the other side of the partition. "There’s no need to be shy. Take a confident step and approach me."

The serious, commanding tone sent a wave of heat straight to Stella’s cheeks, turning her face bright red.

"Y-yes, Savior..." she stammered, shuffling forward until she reached the opening.

Exposed through the wooden frame was his massive, impressive length—a thick, veiny shaft radiating warmth in the dim light.

"Tell me what’s weighing on your mind," Owen instructed calmly from behind the wall. "I don’t wish to burden my devotion, so take all the time you need. We can simply talk if that makes you feel more comfortable."

"Um... I do have a question, Savior," Stella admitted softly, twirling a strand of her vibrant emerald hair around her finger. She was visibly nervous, knowing that the figure behind the wall was both the village’s revered savior and her favorite young man. "I don’t know if it’s right to ask, but... please tell me if my feelings are completely crazy."

"Go ahead. Speak your mind."

"Well... is it acceptable for an older woman like me to have romantic feelings for her nephew?" Stella blurted out, her embarrassment reaching a boiling point.