But Mika just shrugged and stroked his shaft against her folds, coating himself in her wetness as he said,
"I added a soundproof barrier. They won’t hear a thing."
"But still—!" She bit her lip, her resistance crumbling. "It’s still so naughty to do this while they’re waiting outside."
"Even though I fight with Fauna all the ti, I-I still think it’s cruel to do sothing like this while they’re innocently waiting."
Mika pulled back, his expression falling into exaggerated disappointnt.
"Is that so? I thought it would be so exciting. Having you while they’re right outside, not knowing what’s happening. But if you’re not into it..."
He began to withdraw.
Yelena’s hands shot out and grabbed him, pulling him back.
"No! No, Mika, don’t—please don’t—"
He stopped, looking at her with raised eyebrows.
She took a shaky breath, her cheeks burning.
"Even though I said that and still think it’s wrong to do sothing like this..."
She looked into his eyes, her gaze soft and loving.
"I still find it really exciting too. It feels like we’re doing sothing even more wrong than usual. And for so reason, that only makes even more excited."
She glanced down at her own pussy, spread open for him, glistening with her arousal.
"Just look how wet I am, Mika. I’m absolutely soaked down there."
She reached down and guided him back to her entrance.
"So please—" She pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Give your mother your cock."
"The sa mother who raised you. Who fed you as a child..."
"....push that massive penis of yours into your mother’s soaking wet pussy."
Mika smiled.
And then he slamd into her.
"Ohhhhhh!♡~"
Yelena’s scream was swallowed by the soundproof barrier. She clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin, as he filled her completely.
But he didn’t start slow. He didn’t tease.
He went straight to hard, rough, deep—the way she liked it, the way she needed it.
"Oh fuck—Mika—yes—right there—don’t stop—"
He didn’t stop. He grabbed her hips and pounded into her, driving her back onto the bed, pinning her beneath him.
"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"
Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, more frantic.
"My sisters are outside—!"
She gasped, half-laughing, half-crying.
"Fauna and Nadia are right there—! They don’t know. They don’t know that their sister is getting fucked by her own son—! That I’m so wet for you—!"
"That I’ve always been so wet for you—!"
He kissed her neck, her throat, her collarbone. She arched beneath him, offering herself completely.
"This is so wrong." She whispered. "We’re so wrong. But I love it! I love you! I love how wrong this is!"
He fucked her harder.
"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"
His hips pistoned into her, each thrust driving deeper, harder, more possessive. Her inner walls clenched around him, hot and wet and hungry.
She was soaked, her arousal dripping down her thighs, staining the sheets beneath her.
"Look at you." He growled, his voice low and rough. "My mother. My beautiful, slutty mother. Begging for my cock. Begging for her son to fuck her."
"Yes!" She moaned, her eyes rolling back. "Yes, I’m begging—! I’m begging for you, Mika. I need you—! I need your cock. I need you to fill up—!"
He pulled her up, exposed her pale throat and kissed it, bit it, sucked it. She cried out, her nails raking down his back.
"What would your sisters think?" He murmured against her skin. "If they could see you like this? If they knew what a whore you are for your own son?"
"They’d be shocked." She gasped. "They’d be horrified. They’d never look at the sa way again."
"Good."
He thrust deeper, harder, hitting a spot inside her that made her see stars. She scread—a raw, primal sound that echoed off the walls.
"Let them hear you." He said. "Let them wonder what’s happening in here. Let them imagine."
"Fuck—Mika—I’m close—"
"Not yet."
He pulled out, and she whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But he wasn’t done with her.
He flipped her over, onto her stomach, and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass into the air.
She moaned, pressing her face into the pillow, spreading her legs wider.
"Please." She begged. "Please, Mika. Don’t tease . I need you inside ."
He entered her again from behind, and she cried out, her fists clenching the sheets. He didn’t go slow. He drove into her with brutal, relentless force, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"
"Look at you." He said, his voice dark. "On your hands and knees. Presenting yourself to your son like a bitch in heat."
"Because I am!" She sobbed. "I’m your bitch! I’m your mother, and I’m your bitch! I’ll do anything for you! Anything!"
He grabbed her hair again, pulling her head back, forcing her to arch her spine.
The new angle made him go even deeper, and she scread, her body shaking.
"You want to know sothing." He said, his lips brushing her ear. "I’ve thought about this. About bending you over and taking you like this, while your sisters listen outside."
She moaned, her eyes rolling back.
" too, Mika! too! I’ve also had those thoughts!" She admitted before adding, "And it’s because you’ve corrupted , Mika!"
She gasped.
"You’ve made into this. Into a woman who wants nothing more than her son’s cock inside her!"
"Who wakes up wet thinking about you!"
"Who touches herself at night imagining you’re the one touching her!"
Hearing these blatant provocations, his thrusts becoming more frantic.
"I want to breed you, Yelena." He said, his voice raw. "I want to fill you up. I want to put my child inside you."
"I want to watch your belly swell with my seed!"
"Yes." She sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes. Do it—! Breed —! Fill up—! Make pregnant with your baby—!"
He grabbed her hips and pounded into her, his rhythm becoming erratic, desperate.
She was close, so close, her body trembling on the edge of release.
"Co for ." He commanded. "Co on your son’s cock."
She shattered.
Her orgasm ripped through her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. She scread his na, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down around him like a vice.
When she finally ca down, trembling and gasping, he was still inside her, still hard, still throbbing.
"You’re going to co again." Mika said. "And again. And again. Until I decide you’ve had enough."
She whimpered, but she didn’t complain. She couldn’t. She wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted everything he was willing to give her.
He started moving again, slower this ti. His hands also road her body, touching her everywhere—her breasts, her stomach, her ass.
He kissed her spine, her shoulders, the nape of her neck.
"I love you." He murmured against her skin. "I love you, Yelena. I love you so much."
"I love you too, Mika." She whispered. "I love you more than anything. More than anyone. You’re everything to ."
He fucked her slowly, deeply, each thrust a declaration of ownership. His hand slid around her body, finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles.
"You’re so beautiful." He said. "So perfect. Made for . This body was made for ."
"Yes." She moaned. "Only for you. Always for you."
His fingers moved faster, and she felt the pressure building again—a slow, simring heat that spread through her entire body.
"I’m going to co." She gasped. "Mika—I’m going to co again—"
"Not yet."
He stopped his fingers, and she whimpered in frustration. But then he started thrusting harder again, driving into her with renewed intensity.
"I want to feel you co around ." He said. "I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock while I fill you with my seed."
"Yes—yes—"
He pounded into her, faster, harder, deeper. She was losing control, her body trembling, her mind blank with pleasure.
"Co for , Yelena." He commanded. "Co for your son."
She scread as her second orgasm crashed over her, even more intense than the first.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Her body bucked beneath him, her inner walls clenching and spasming around his cock.
Mika also thrust into her one last ti and she felt him twitch inside her. Warmth flooded her, spreading through her womb, filling her completely.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
And just like that, he collapsed on top of her, both of them panting, sweating, trembling.
He was still inside her, still semi-hard, and she could feel his seed dripping out of her, pooling on the sheets beneath.
They lay there for a long mont, tangled together, neither speaking.
Then he kissed her shoulder and whispered,
"I ant what I said, Yelena. I want to breed you. I want to put my child inside you."
She turned her head to look at him, her eyes soft and loving.
"Then do it." She said. "I want you to. I want your baby, Mika. I want to be the mother of your child."
His eyes darkened with desire.
He pulled out of her, and she whimpered at the loss.
But he flipped her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs again, his cock slick with her arousal and his seed.
"It might take a few tries." He said, teasing her entrance with the tip.
"Then keep trying." She said, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I’m not going anywhere."
He pushed inside her again, while she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed, as he filled her completely.
"This is so wrong." She whispered. "We’re so wrong."
"I know." He said, kissing her forehead. "But I don’t care. Do you?"
"No." She admitted. "I don’t care anymore. I just want you."
"But they might find out." He said, glancing toward the door. "Nadia and Fauna might realize what’s happening in here. Might knock on the door and catch us."
Yelena shivered, both from fear and excitent before saying with a lewd smile,
"Then we better be quiet."
He smiled and kissed her.
And then he started moving again—claiming her body, her heart, her soul.
He fucked her through her third orgasm, her fourth, her fifth.
He filled her again and again, until his seed was dripping from her, staining the sheets, impossible to ignore.
—
anwhile, outside the room, half an hour had already passed.
Nadia, the picture of patience, stood calmly with her hands folded, her face an unreadable mask.
She had spent decades waiting through diplomatic negotiations, military standoffs, and the Eternal Queen’s war.
Thirty minutes was nothing.
Fauna, however, was the exact opposite of patient in circumstances like these. Especially when she was being left out.
"Nadia! What is going on in there? What exactly are those two doing for so long?"
She pressed her ear against the door, listening dramatically.
"I thought Mika would just say a few words and we’d go in next. But now it seems like they’re doing sothing else entirely!"
Nadia shrugged, her expression carefully neutral.
"Mika said he needed to discuss sothing with Yelena. Perhaps it’s important."
"Important?!" Fauna’s voice rose an octave. "How important can it be? We already caught all the cult mbers. The bombs are defused. The children are taken care of. What else is there to discuss?"
She gasped, her eyes going wide with sudden, horrified realization.
"Don’t tell —don’t tell Yelena is using this ti to have Mika all to herself!"
"She’s probably hugging him and kissing him all over while I’m stuck out here, getting absolutely no pleasure at all!"
Shockingly, Fauna wasn’t too far off. The only difference was that instead of hugging and kissing, Mika was currently breeding Yelena right now.
But of course, innocent Fauna had no idea. She just pouted, her cheeks puffing out adorably.
"That sneaky, conniving, red-haired—That’s it! I’m barging in there right now and seeing what exactly they’re doing."
Nadia tried to stop her. "Fauna, wait—"
But Fauna was already at the door, her hand on the handle, about to fling it open—
The door opened by itself.
Yelena erged.
But she didn’t look like the Yelena who had gone in.
Not even close.
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