Chapter 152: The Ultimate Taboo [5] [R18]

Beneath the smothering weight of Vesperia’s heavy curves, Azriel worked with relentless, feral focus.

His tongue thrust deep into her slick channel, lapping and swirling against her weeping folds before his teeth lightly grazed the swollen bundle of her nerves, pulling fractured cries from the Matriarch above him.

"Hahh... by the ancestors, Azriel!" Vesperia keened, her Overlord dignity completely dissolved.

"Don’t stopppp... bite it, lick me clean!"

Vesperia rode his jaw with unhinged abandon, her plush thighs quivering against his shoulders as her nectar coated his lips and chin.

Down below, Rosalind maintained a frantic, reverse cowboy tempo, her round hips slamming rhythmically against his pelvis in a desperate chase for release.

Finding his rhythm, Azriel freed his hands from Rosalind’s waist and reached upward.

His large, calloused palms cupped the heavy, mature swell of Vesperia’s breasts, testing their lush weight and squeezing the soft flesh through the torn lace.

Rolling her erect nipples between his calloused fingers, he synchronized every hard pinch with a sharp flick of his tongue against her drenched clit, driving the Overlord completely out of her mind while her daughter continued to hammer down mercilessly on his shaft.

Finding his rhythm, Azriel freed his hands from Rosalind’s waist and reached upward.

His calloused palms caught the heavy, mature swell of Vesperia’s breasts, hoisting their lush weight and kneading the soft flesh spilling through the ruined lace.

"Look at these heavy tits, Mommy," he rumbled against her weeping folds, pinching her erect nipple sharply between his thumb and forefinger.

Without warning, his other palm drew back and came down with a solid, echoing slap against the pale curve of her other breast.

The plush mound rippled from the impact, turning a deep, stinging rose.

"Ahhh! Yes, hit them, squeeze them, ruin us both!" Vesperia shrieked, her hips seizing and violently bucking against his face.

Azriel synchronized every firm pinch and stinging slap with ruthless, rapid flicks of his tongue against her drenched clit, driving the mother past her breaking point while the daughter continued to hammer down relentlessly on his iron shaft below.

The dual assault brought the bedchamber to a boiling crescendo.

Vesperia’s fingers clenched like talons into Azriel’s mane-like dark locks, her hips grinding down across his mouth with desperate, frantic force.

The stinging heat on her breast combined with the punishing strokes of his tongue pushed her past every limit of her sovereign composure.

"I’m coming— Daddy, I’m coming!" the Matriarch cried out, her Overlord aura flickering erratically around the edges of the room.

Her inner walls seized in violent, crushing tremors.

A scalding flood burst from her core, drenching his lips, chin, and jaw as she bucked wildly against his face, her breath leaving her in ragged, breathy sobs of complete ruin.

Directly below, Rosalind heard the violent shudders rocking through her mother’s frame, and it tipped her over the precipice.

"Daddy— ah! Don’t stop— I’m right there!"

The Duchess slammed down with brutal, frantic speed, her plush cheeks rippling as she drove his iron length to the very root of her womb.

Her slender hands dug into his kneecaps for leverage, her back arched so far back her white hair brushed his abdomen.

SLAP! SQUELCH! SLAP!

With a piercing, drawn-out wail, Rosalind’s walls clamped shut around him like a vice. Her channel pulsed in tight, rhythmic ripples, milking every vein of his shaft as another boiling wave of slick drenched his pelvis.

Trapped between the spasming vise of Rosalind’s core and the shuddering release of Vesperia drowning his face, Azriel’s control snapped.

His large hands shot down, seizing Rosalind’s hips to lock her flush against his groin, while his hips jerked upward with violent, punishing thrusts.

A guttural roar vibrated deep against Vesperia’s drenched flesh as Azriel’s control finally gave way.

His hips surged upward in violent, punishing snaps, locking Rosalind flush against his groin as thick, scalding ropes of seed erupted deep into her depths.

The Duchess gasped in dazed, breathless shock as he filled her to absolute capacity, the excess bubbling around his thick shaft and spilling down across his thighs onto the indigo silk.

Instantly, the private VIP interface detonated into a blinding wall of crimson and gold:

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[Sadistic69] (Red): FILLED TO THE BRIM! The Duchess is completely painted inside and out!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): A simultaneous double peak! The Matriarch drowning his mouth while the daughter takes the full load... absolute art!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Look at how tight her walls are pulsing around him... she can barely breathe!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Two apexes conquered at the same time... my pus... h-heart can’t handle this stream....

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): That was legendary, but don’t forget the Matriarch is still waiting for the main course! Finish the job, Daddy!

For several long, heavy seconds, the only sound in the room was the ragged, syncopated gasping of three bodies recovering from the storm.

Vesperia slowly rolled off his face, resting her head against the star wood headboard.

Her chest heaved beneath the torn white lace, her golden slit-pupils glazed with sated, heavy exhaustion.

Beside him, Rosalind weakly shifted, slowly sliding up and off his thick shaft.

A high, trembling whimper escaped her lips as the vacuum broke with a soft, wet pop, releasing a steady, thick cascade of his release and her own nectar across her trembling inner thighs.

She collapsed sideways onto the mattress, curling slightly with a satisfied, dazed flutter of her eyelashes.

Vesperia’s gaze flickered downward.

Her golden eyes flared with predatory excitement as she took in the sight of Azriel’s shaft, still rigid, throbbing violently, and thoroughly glazed in the pearlescent evidence of her daughter’s ruin.

Without an ounce of shame, the Matriarch crawled forward across the rumpled silk.

Settling between his thighs, she parted her lips and took the thick, glistening head straight into her mouth.

Her warm tongue worked with practiced, deliberate devotion, licking away the sticky mess, lapping from base to crown until his length shone clean and wet under the amber ward-light.

Pulling back with a soft, wet sound, Vesperia looked up through silver bangs, her golden eyes burning with dark, demanding hunger.

"Now it’s my turn, daddy," she purred, her gravelly voice dripping with anticipation.

Azriel didn’t say a word.

He surged upward, his large, calloused hands clamping onto her shoulders to shove the Matriarch flat onto her back against the center of the bed.

Before she could even catch her breath, Azriel seized both of her shapely thick thighs, hauling them upward and resting them firmly over his broad shoulders.

Her massive, pillowy ass was hoisted off the mattress, presenting her dripping, swollen core wide open to the cool air.

Towering over her, his violet eyes burned with raw dominance.

"Take it to the depth, Mommy," he growled.

Aligning the blunt, weeping crown against her slick entrance, Azriel drove his hips forward in one single, ruthless heave.

SQUELCH!

His full, iron hard length buried itself straight to the hilt, bottoming out against the deepest reaches of the Matriarch’s core and tearing a shattered, breathless wail from the reigning Overlord of House Bastet.

"AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...."

The bedframe groaned under the raw force of the impact, the sound swallowed by the amber warding field.

Vesperia’s head slammed back against the pillows, her white locks fanning across the dark star-wood headboard.

Her manicured nails hooked like vicious talons into the damp silk beneath her, knuckles whitening as her breath hitched in an unbroken, ragged choke.

"Ohhhhhhhh... fuck, Daddy!" the Matriarch gasped, her golden slit-pupils flaring wide before locking onto his burning violet eyes

"You... absolute monster... break me... shatter me completely!"

Azriel just did that and didn’t offer an ounce of mercy.

Locking her heavy, shapely thighs securely over his broad shoulders, his calloused hands clamped down hard on her narrow waist.

His thumbs dug deep into the crest of her hip bones, pinning her pelvis motionless against the mattress to absorb every ounce of force.

He drew back until only the broad crown remained caught within her slick folds, then drove forward with a ruthless, piston-like snap.

Smack. Squelch. Crack.

The violent slap of his pelvis slamming against her plush, lifted cheeks echoed sharply off the vaulted sandstone arches.

Every single drive bottomed out against the deepest reaches of her womb, displacing the pooled moisture within her until thick froth churned around the seam where their bodies violently collided.

The sheer depth sent violent shockwaves straight up Vesperia’s spine, fracturing her regal Overlord composure into raw, stuttering moans she couldn’t suppress.

"Ahhh... Ahnnnn... Ohhhh...."

Beside them, Rosalind lay curled on her side, still trembling from her own shattering finish, a sticky sheen coating her bare thighs.

A lazy, intoxicated smirk curled the young Duchess’s swollen lips as she watched her untouchable, terrifying mother get thoroughly dismantled right before her eyes.

"How does he feel, Mother?" Rosalind teased softly, her voice hoarse and breathy from her earlier screams.

"Not so easy to handle, is he?"

Vesperia couldn’t even form words.

Her head snapped back into the pillows, her white tail whipping frantically against Azriel’s muscular flank as she completely surrendered to the iron pounding inside her.