Chapter 63: Until you call me daddy…

With the entire pavilion empty, Kael could no longer hold himself back and took Selene straight to his room.

The door closed behind them with a low creak. Inside, sunlight streamed through the window in golden streaks that stretched across the floor to the edge of the bed. The air was warm and still.

He grabbed Selene firmly by the waist and pushed her onto the soft bed.

She landed on her butt first, her plump rear sinking into the mattress and bouncing once before she tumbled onto her back.

When her delicate back hit the mattress, the jolt was too much for her tight-fitting top.

Her breasts burst free from the fabric all at once, springing out with a heavy bounce. The two enormous mounds rolled across her torso toward her face, wobbling as their weight shifted and sending soft ripples across their pale surface.

Selene moaned and wrapped both arms around those divinely soft mounds, pressing them against her own chest.

Her forearms sank into the pale skin, which glowed softly in the sunlight. The plump flesh swelled up above and below them, spilling out between her arms like mountains of jelly being squeezed.

Her legs parted almost on their own, and her dress crept up little by little until it bunched around her hips.

The milky-white skin of her thick thighs was laid bare, along with the soft curve under her buttocks. They were round and heavy against the sheet, spreading slightly under their own weight.

Between her legs, her sheer panties were so soaked that they clung to her skin and traced every contour of her plump pussy lips.

Kael leaned over his stepmother and wrapped his fingers around her slender, delicate waist. Even through the fabric, he could feel how warm her skin was.

"Stepmom..." he whispered into her ear, his voice hoarse. "Have I ever told you I love you?"

He’d already done a lot with Selene, but the two of them had never gone beyond oral sex...

And wasn’t this the perfect moment for it?

"N-no... Kael... you’re my stepson, we can’t, I—"

Kael silenced her with a kiss, swallowing the rest of her words.

One of his fingers had already slipped between her thighs and was pressing against her vulva’s lips through the wet fabric.

They were two pale, full lips, sealed together like a peach, forming a tight, puffy pussy.

His finger sank into that hot, plump flesh almost effortlessly. The soft lips parted around it, hugging the tip of his finger as the soaked fabric slid along with it, slick and warm with so much honey.

Selene moaned against Kael’s lips, a muffled, trembling sound that vibrated in his mouth. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

She wanted to push him away and put an end to it all, but her body had lost all its strength.

And there was another side of her—the side of that unloved, bitter woman—that wanted him inside her with every ounce of strength she had.

When their lips finally parted, a thin thread of saliva connected them for an instant before snapping.

Kael pulled back a little but stayed kneeling between her legs, his eyes fixed on the body stretched out on the bed.

Selene couldn’t say a word.

Her high, noble cheekbones were flushed, and her emerald eyes avoided his at every turn, darting to the ceiling, the window—anywhere but him.

Her forearms stayed pressed against the sides of her breasts, which weighed down on her delicate torso in the shape of two enormous, rounded cones. They rose and fell slowly with her labored breathing, quivering a little every time she drew in air.

They were large and soft, but also dense. They were firm enough to hold that full, perfect shape as she lay on her back, barely sagging despite their size and weight, but were also so squishy, like stress balls designed to be squeezed.

Her nipples, a pale baby pink, had gone hard and pointed straight at Kael.

She and Seraphine were the greatest beauties of the Sect, each in her own generation.

Seraphine’s pink hair and eyes had a charm all their own, and her beauty was undoubtedly unique.

Even so, little could compare to the mature charm of a milf.

Kael brought his right hand up to Selene’s face and caressed her warm cheek before letting his fingers slowly slide downward.

They traced her delicate neck—where he felt her rapid pulse—moved along her collarbone and finally reached one of her breasts.

It was so large that his hand, spread as wide as it could go, covered only a fifth, maybe a sixth, of that expanse of pale skin.

Kael squeezed gently. His fingers sank slowly into the squishy, warm flesh, which welled up between them and spilled over the edges of his hand. Her hard nipple pressed into the middle of his palm, a chubby round point against all that softness.

Selene held her breath, and a small shiver ran through her whole body, making the breast in his hand tremble.

"Stepmother... no—mother..."

Kael wasn’t Selene’s real son, and neither was the former owner of this body.

The blood relation between them was quite distant, since she came from a branch practically opposite the Ashen lineage.

Even so, he called her that because he knew how much she liked it.

"I want to spend eternity loving you... eternity with you by my side, all mine."

He let go of her breast. Freed from his grip, it swung back into place with a slow, heavy sway, the soft flesh rocking a few times before it settled. He raised his hand to her face again and slowly ran his thumb across her cheek.

"I-I know, darling, but... I..." Selene didn’t know what to say. Her lips opened and closed without finding the words. "We can’t... Seraphine is in the bathroom in the next room... she’ll hear us."

"Hm... do you want me to call her in to join us too?" Kael teased.

Selene’s already flushed cheeks turned even redder. She turned her face away and bit her lip—which drew a little smile from Kael.

"Mommy wants to spend the rest of eternity with you too, sweetheart, but we can’t—"

"We’re already doing that," Kael interrupted.

He hooked his fingers into her panties and slowly pulled the soaked fabric aside.

It peeled away from her skin with a wet sound, exposing her tight pussy.

Her plump, glistening labia were pressed together, pale lips swollen with lust. A thick strand of honey still stretched between her flesh and the fabric, then broke and dripped down the curve of her ass onto the sheet.

His left hand rested on her hip, gripping the sinful curve hard, while his right hand slid down to the zipper of his own pants.

"I want to pound that juicy pussy until you call me daddy..." he whispered, already unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down.