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Kon went rigid. His nuts were tight, contracted, all his passion squeezing them, turning his low-pitched moans of pleasure into guttural groans. Kory knew the feeling. She was nearly at the precipice and she let go of her open folds to finger herself harder, getting off on all the whimpers and gasps Kon let loose as he was fellated.

“Now, now!” Kon shouted hoarsely, pleading for relief from the ecstatic plateau Kory had him at.

She shoved her mouth down deep on his length. Shrink-wrapped by the confines of her throat, Kon’s prick exploded, blasting the lining of her gullet with spurt after spurt of milk-white jizz—pints of the stuff searing their way down to her belly.

Kory swallowed, not that she had much of a choice in the matter; his cum was ramrodding its way into her stomach whether she liked it or not. As her tummy filled, she shook with her own orgasm, moaning and tossing, eyes rolling up in her head with rapture as Kon’s seed overflowed her narrow throat and spilled into her mouth, hot and sticky on the insides of her cheeks.

Choking down as much as she could, Kory heard her man snorting like an angry bull. Excitement and exotic delight washed over her, filling her body with a soft, voluptuous glow as though it were carried on the flood of Kon’s own semen.

More and more of his cream spurted thickly into her gulping throat. His cock throbbed violently. When it finally dulled a little, Kon collapsed back, flinging his hands up to cover his face. He ran them over his sweaty features.

“Oh Jesus… oh wow… was that supposed to get me out of bed? I feel like sleeping for a month.”

“Just sleeping?” Kory teased with a laugh, giving him a final lick and swallowing his last feeble gush of sperm. She picked herself up, taking a deep pull through her nostrils to catch her breath. “You need breakfast, Kon. See if you’re still out of energy after you’ve had something to eat.” She bounced off of his mattress. “And if you want me in your bed for that month, you’re going to have to catch me!”

She took off, flying out of the room. Kon groaned and floated up himself, kicking off his dangling sheets before hovering towards the bathroom. A shower would wake him up. Then maybe he could sort this out. It didn’t seem like Kory to suck him off first thing in the morning. Then again, he was a hottie. Maybe he’d just passed whatever the age of consent was on Tamaran and she’d decided to finally give into her obvious feelings for him.

Yeah. That was probably it.

***

In the kitchen, Arella hurried to put the finishing touches on the casserole before the oven preheated. It would take an hour and a half to cook, at least, and she would have nothing else to do until it was lunchtime.

No one else was in the Kompound except for her darling Kon. He would be awake soon. Arella’s cunt ached as she imagined and remembered the feel of his big, stiff prick inside her. She had not felt anything like it since Raven had been conceived. Trigon might’ve been a devil, but he had not allowed her to go without enjoying being bred.

Still, as aroused as she felt and as much as she hungered for Kon—even the fact that she had actually had congress with the Beast, as they said—Arella felt far from experienced.

Oh yes, there had been things done in the cult through a drug-fueled haze… all forgotten now, for better or worse. She was thirty-five years old now, but she felt as shy and virginal as a little girl. Arella dreamed of having a hard cock in her mouth, or a heavily loaded pair of balls. Of burying her face in the cheeks of a tight ass and probing all the soft, intimate areas where she herself loved to be touched (when she was masturbating). She fantasized of tonguing a sweet pussy or of having her own reamed out, by anything: cock, tongue, finger… toy.

Her encounter with Trigon, then her recuperation and pregnancy at Azarath had of course left her gun-shy. That was the reason she had not followed through on her deeply held wishes. It was not because of a lack of attractiveness. She was as gorgeous as she’d been when Trigon had despoiled her, if not more so—a matured and prepossessed version of Raven’s precocious beauty.

Arella was an inch taller than the average, with long silky hair and sparkling violet eyes. Her face was a little narrower than her daughter’s, with crinkles at the corners of her eyes, but otherwise they could’ve been sisters. She was slender and well-built with sizable breasts blessed from maternity; they’d never lost their new, pillowy heft. Her nipples strained outward, as they always did when thoughts of Kon dominated her consciousness.

He'd fucked her once already, right here on the kitchen floor… afterward telling her that she was as good as her little girl. The implications of that had sent another orgasmic shockwave through Arella and now the thought of fucking her own daughter’s lover obsessed the woman. She knew that her fantasies could not be fulfilled by just anyone. She had to hear Kon telling her that she’d fucked him even better than Raven.

“Good morning Vietnam!” a familiar voice called out.

Arella’s fingers trembled as she placed little slices of onion on top of the casserole. She nearly dropped the tray as she put it in the oven, automatically setting the timer to count down until she and Kon had to stop fucking… if he did have to take it out of her while she took the casserole out…

She was almost ready for him when Kon entered the kitchen, but when she faced him, Arella knew there was no readiness when it came to the massive bulge in the crotch of his jeans.

“Do you know where Kory went?” Kon asked.

“She left,” Arella whispered. “It’s just us, darling.”

“Darling—” Kon began to ask, before realizing that something was off. She was facing him, wearing a cooking apron, but her bare legs protruded from under the hem and her arms were bare too.

Arella was wearing nothing other than the apron. His cock was instantly as hard as steel.

“Uh… aren’t you Raven’s mom?” Kon asked.

Rushing across the kitchen, Arella kissed him passionately. “I can be your mommy too,” she stammered weakly. “You’ll do what mommy wants, right? You’ll make mommy happy?”

Kon, who had never had a mother, saw nothing particularly weird with what Arella was saying. Hey, anyone who banged a demon had to be pretty kinky—that was fine by him. Arella was proof that Raven would not be losing her good looks anytime soon.

He grinned and lifted up her apron, exposing her pubic triangle. It was far from dry. Kon rubbed it and Arella gasped, gasped even louder when he slipped open her pouting lips and entered her with his forefinger.

“Oh! Oh! Mommy likes that!” Arella squealed girlishly. “But not here! In the bedroom! My girls might be home at any time!”

“These are the only girls I give a shit about,” Kon shot back, taking a hold of her ample MILF tits. He fondled them roughly. “I already christened the bedroom. Now we’re doing the kitchen. I’m not having a superhero headquarters if there’s a single room I haven’t slammed hotties in. You know Batman doesn’t have his own cave if he’s not banging Goth chicks every day of the week in there!”

He literally tore away her apron, shocking Arella with a reminder of how great his strength was and how well he held it back. She knew he would take her to the limits, fucking her to within an inch of her life if she let him. And Arella felt entirely too weak to deny Kon if he wanted to fuck her that much.

Kon buried two fingers in her wet pussy, stroking her G-spot so hard and fast that it was almost too much for her, too much too soon.

“Unnhh! Oh Kon, we can’t do it here! It’s wrong! Someone will see!” She was unable to stop herself from responding to his touch, shutting her eyes, moaning… pumping her hips. Grinding her cunt against his hand. “Kon, it feels so good… Mommy likes it so much! Hhn! Just until you make me come, alright dear? Then we’ll stop… after I come…”

Kon got down on his knees before her, even with his throbbing erection threatening to tear through his jeans. Arella gasped as his hands slid over her thick thighs, cupping the overripe peach of her ass. Then Kon buried his face in her lap.

She shuddered as his lips pressed into her steamy cunt, losing all control of herself, ceding it all to his slippery tongue deep inside her well-aroused folds.