A wicked plan ford in my mind. I decided to deceive them further, to spin a lie so filthy, so convincing, that they’d beg for my cock—and bring more won to "heal".
I paused, my fingers still circling Kerry’s asshole, my voice dropping into a serious, false tone. "Aunt..." I murmured, my gaze flicking between them.
"First, we need to clean your asshole..." I pressed my thumb against the tight ring, making it clench. "With my saliva..." I leaned down, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing stripe over her asshole, making her body jerk with shock and pleasure.
"Aaaaaah—!Dexter—!" Kerry cried, her back arching, her asshole clenching around nothing, her pussy flooding with need. I pulled back, my lips glistening with her arousal, my voice a dark, knowing murmur. "So we can see if your pussy stops dripping..." I trailed my fingers over her asscheeks, teasing the creases of her asshole.
"And see if your hard nipples return to normal..." I paused, my gaze locking onto theirs, my voice dropping into a hesitant, false concern.
"If not..." I stopped, letting the silence hang in the air, making their hearts race.
Kerry and Ada beca terrified, their eyes opened. "Then...?" Kerry--asked, tremulously. "What happens then, Dexter...?" Her fingers raked the stone; her body was shaking with anxiety.
Ada clutched my arm, and her voice cut with concern. "Is it dangerous, Dexter...?" Her breath ca in a hitch, her pussy aching with need and terror.
I shook my head, and my voice was a false, reassuring murmur. "It’s not dangerous..." I hesitated, and the look I gave her was feigned. "But healing... requires..." I paused, which left the words suspended, and their fancies frantic.
Kerry was panicking in his voice. "Requires what, Dexter...?" She looked at Ada and was pale-faced. "If it’s herbs... I may ask Mitt to bring them tomorrow!
I still shook my head with a shaky voice of false confession. "Aunt..." I mumbled and looked at them. "There was sothing I was not telling you..." I hesitated, and my voice fell to a serious, trusting pitch.
Rapidly, Ada and Kerry bent forward with curiosity and fright. "What is it, Dexter...?" Ada asked, her voice a whisper.
I looked at them, my voice a dark, confessing murmur. "Aunt Kerry..." I began, my fingers trailing over her thigh. "Haven’t I told you that my grandfather... gave herbs to make my cock stronger...?"
Kerry nodded under the impulse of rembering. "Yes..." she murmured, her voice soft.
I went on, with a low, secretive growling. "Aunt..." I murmured, my gaze darkening. "Well, the thing is that those herbs did not only make my cock stronger..."
I stopped, my hands following the wet lips of Kerry and toying with them. "And bigger... thicker..." Her breath ca in with a hisp, her pussy tightened, her nipples ached.
"Those herbs also brought a special ability..." I purred sothing dark and teasing.
A puzzled and curious look ca and went between Ada and Kerry. "Special ability...?" Ada suddenly asked. "Is it as hunting... or sothing..."
I shook my head, my fingers sliding up to circle Kerry’s asshole, making it clench. "It’s about my seed," I murmured, my voice a filthy, knowing growl. Their eyes widened in shock. "Your seed...?" Kerry stamred, her voice raw with confusion.
My gaze locked onto theirs, unyielding, as I let the silence stretch just long enough to make them squirm. "You know those herbs made my seed stronger..." I said, my voice a low, deliberate rumble that seed to vibrate through their bodies.
My thumb was rubbed against the asshole of Kerry, not so much that it was painful, but so much that the muscle contracted and throbbed where I touched it, a mute command that it had to be more. I knew she was, by the manner of her breathing--I knew her all right--I had them just as I wanted them.
"And my seed can also be used..." I bent over, my breath warm in the ear of Kerry, my lips touching the sensitive flesh sufficiently to cause her to shudder. My voice was hoarse and low, and secret, as a secret confession, theirs only. "To heal a woman’s body."
The semblance was broken by a sharp inhalation of Ada, her fingers clenching round the stone in her hand till the knuckles appeared white. Kerry opened her eyes, and the implications of my words sank in, and her lips parted in a silent gasp. The two looked at each other--shocked, disbelieving, and doubtless interested.
"What...?" Ada fell to stamring, her voice shaking, her body leaning forward a little as though she was pulled by so unseen power. "Is that even possible...?" Her words were in the air, and brimming with disbelief, and sothing more--sothing dark, sothing voracious.
However, it was the question that Kerry asked that made my pulse go up. Her voice was a gasping whisper, scarcely to be heard, yet like a blade passing through .
"Dexter... then why haven’t I healed..." Her fingers clenched around the stone, her face flushing with the mory of what we’d done, of how she’d taken into her mouth, swallowed every last drop of my cum, and yet—nothing. "After eating your seed..." she murmured, her voice cracking with confusion, with need.
Ada’s reaction was instant. Her eyes jerked up to Kerry, and she looked at her with a query of betrayal and fascination. "Kerry—!" she cried, and her voice was harsh, nearly reproving.
"You did let him squander his seed, as so? You let him feed it to you?!" Her words were vibrating with her; there was a shock and sothing with them--sothing that was very like envy.
I didn’t let the mont slip. My fingers ran along the length of Ada, my hand slick on her thigh, and my fingers slowly, caressing her, circling and circling her body, as my words rubbed a fire along their bodies.
I said, mumbling like a mantra, Aunt Ada, it is a lie, it is a lie, it is a lie--smooth as silk. "It’s not Aunt Kerry’s fault." I ran my fingers further, stroking the rim of her wet pussy, touching the warmth of her.
Her arousal slled heavy and intoxicating, and it only served to make my cock throb more against my thigh; pre-cum oozing off the tip in anticipation.
I allowed my eyes to grow dark, my voice to change to sothing deeper, more serious--a false confession with just enough truth in it so that it would be credible. "The reason is that my cock is not like other cocks. It can beco hard and don’t calm down... for a long ti so Aunt Kerry was helping to calm it down with saliva." I stood still, and the words made a sinking into my mind, and they imagined what that was.
The fingers of my hand had at last touched the lips of the pussy, and these were pulled open, with a sharp gasp on her part. "My grandfather warned ..." I went on, with a low and gravelly murmur, my cock jerking impatiently to bury itself in one of them--in both of them. "Once, when I beca a man out of a boy, it would be like this."
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