Chapter 56: Ch56: Zzz…

"I don’t know why I’m feeling so sleepy," Roland muttered as he walked past them, voice already thick and slow.

"Maybe because you stared at that laptop for too long," Fiona said.

"Yeah. Blue light makes the eyes tired, sir," Nyle added smoothly.

...

A few minutes later Fiona returned from washing her hands.

Nyle was still seated at the dinner table, already finished with his meal, when she appeared in the doorway.

Her steps were unsteady. Her body swayed like soft water, eyelids heavy, the clear signs of dizziness and sudden sleep pulling at her.

The moment he saw her like that, Nyle rose to his feet.

"Nyle... why am I feeling so sleepy?" she whispered, the words almost lost.

Then she leaned into him. Fiona’s arms slid around his waist, soft breasts pressing fully against his chest, the warmth of her body sinking into him as her weight settled.

*Zzz... Zzz...*

’What the hell...? Did she drink the one I prepared for Sir?’ The thought slammed through Nyle’s mind, confusion locking across his face.

There was no room left for doubt.

She had taken the glass meant for Roland.

Then... did that mean Sir was already—

Moving carefully, Nyle eased her down into a chair. He crossed to the bedroom and eased the door open just enough to look inside.

Roland lay sprawled across the mattress, mouth slightly open, deep heavy snores filling the quiet room.

A flicker of confusion still sat in Nyle’s chest, but he pushed it aside.

The chance was too clean to waste.

He slid his arms beneath Fiona’s soft body, lifted her against his chest, and carried her to the bed. There, under the low light, he began undressing her.

Fiona’s heavy tits swayed heavily as he peeled her casual brown T-shirt up and over her head, right there in the same bed beside her sleeping husband.

Nyle dragged her pants down next, then hooked her panties and pulled them free, tossing the clothes aside without care.

The bare sight of her made his cock twitch hard against his thigh.

Without hesitation he shoved his own pants down and pressed the thick, hot length of his shaft directly against her warm pussy. The simple drag of his cock along her folds was enough to make her body respond — fresh slick fluid spilling out to coat him.

*Rub~ Rub~ Rub~*

"There’s still plenty of time before today’s task timer ends. Hehe... I’m gonna ruin both her holes. But first I would like to taste her mouth."

*Gwak~*

Standing at the edge of the bed, he carefully turned her head until it dangled over the side, then fed his cock into her warm, open mouth.

"Ah... yes..." he groaned under his breath.

Even deep in sleep, her body still worked on pure instinct. Throat muscles fluttered and adjusted around him as if she were awake and eager.

Nyle’s hands closed over her breasts, palms sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh while his hips rolled in steady, deep strokes. Every thrust pushed his cock down her throat until a clear, rhythmic bulge rose and fell along the front of her neck.

*Gwak~ Gwak~ Gwak~*

As Fiona’s mouth was being used, her tongue lolled out on pure instinct from the friction of his thrusts.

The movement only made her throat tighter, wetter, more welcoming around his cock.

"Sir, is there anything you want to say while I’m fucking your wife before you? Oh, my bad — you’re asleep. Hehe." Nyle smirked and raised a middle finger toward the snoring shape of Roland across the room.

Fiona’s body kept growing hotter, skin flushing like she had been set near a furnace. Her nipples stiffened into hard peaks under the pleasure, even as his fingers dug into the soft flesh and squeezed.

...

A wet, throaty gag tore from her when his cock paused deep inside her throat. He held there for a moment, probably fifteen seconds, then dragged himself all the way back only to drive in again, over and over.

Thick saliva spilled across her face, her warm, uneven breaths brushed against his skin with every pull.

At the same time Nyle’s right-hand fingers pushed deeper into her dripping pussy while his left hand continued to massage her tits, rolling, pinching, and squeezing her nipples firm.

’Fuck... Ambatukam...!’ Nyle groaned as pure pleasure raced through his nerves.

Every thrust sank into her wet, warm throat like sliding through melting butter. His legs shivered as the edge rushed up on him, so close, cock throbbing and swollen with the pressure built to explode.

A few final hard thrusts later he unleashed his champagne in a powerful burst, shooting it straight down her throat.

Fiona’s throat had no choice but to work around him. His cock was buried to the base, and the way she felt it made her cunt clench hard around his fingers.

*Spurt!!!꧂ Spurt!!꧂ Spurt!!!꧂ Spurt!꧂*

Sweat formed across his forehead as he stayed buried inside her mouth, his balls resting against her forehead, eyes squinted shut as pleasure rippled through every cell in his brain.

Even though she was unconscious, her body kept reacting as if she were awake, needy, and wanted more and more of his baby batter.

*POP~*

Nyle pulled his cock free. A wet pop followed and she gasped for air, chest rising and falling in helpless heaves — tongue hung out, glistening, yet not a single drop of his cream escaped her mouth.

A satisfied smile spread across Nyle’s face, but his little brother wasn’t done. How could it be? Fucking his childhood pornstar while her husband — the teacher he had hated through every year of school — lay snoring only a few centimetres away.

The last of his nervousness died the instant he dumped his holy seed down Fiona’s throat.

Nyle climbed onto the bed, hooked her thighs and spread them wide, then laid the thick cock between her swollen folds.

Her warm flesh wrapped around his skin like a thick blanket in the dead of winter — soft, clinging, almost too cozy, as if her pussy had been waiting all along to hold him there.