Even though, her mother in law was just in front of her, Alice was suddenly hit with another thought.
'Wha—what does he think about my pu-- No—what am I thinking?!'
Alice's thoughts were spiraling, and yet... she couldn't help but wonder. Was he really enjoying it that much? Now that he was so close to the source—did he think it smelled divine?
'Stop it! Stop it, stop it, stop it!'
Her face was burning like a lantern in the dead of night. Her entire body trembled—not just from fear, but from something dangerously close to anticipation.
"Alright, here comes the tea! Drink it while it's hot, darling."
Emily said cheerfully, setting the cup down on the table with a flourish.
Alice forced a smile, praying this meant she was about to leave.
But Emily didn't budge.
She just stood there, smiling… watching.
Like she was waiting for something.
'What the hell—why is she just—'
Then it hit her.
"Oh."
Trying to recover, Alice quickly grabbed the cup and brought it to her lips. She managed a sip—
Just as she felt a rough finger sneak under the edge of her panties and slide them to the side.
Her breath caught.
So did the tea in her throat.
"Mhmm~"
Alice held the cup up toward Emily, nodding like an overeager schoolgirl hoping to pass inspection. But Emily just crossed her arms, her expression skeptical—clearly not impressed.
Alice was starting to lose it. His hot breath was now brushing right against her womanhood, and the sensation was driving her mad.
She was leaking, throbbing—and seconds away from completely unraveling.
Seeing that Emily still wasn't budging, she took another sip.
"I-It's great, mother. MhmM~"
The moan slipped out before she could stop it—Raedon's tongue had returned, this time venturing dangerously close.
Emily's brow arched ever so slightly. She wasn't buying it.
'Oh gods, he's so close—send her away, send her away now!'
Alice, in a panic, took another big gulp, burning her tongue in the process. But none of it mattered anymore.
She forced a bright, over-the-top smile, held the cup high, and declared with the enthusiasm of a deranged tea sommelier:
"What a wonderful and marvelous tea you've made, Mother! Please, do tell this poor daughter in law your secrets—please, please, please!"
That finally did it.
Emily looked at her for a second—long enough to make Alice feel like her sins were being read from a scroll.
Raedon's tongue was closing in, and a bead of sweat disappeared right into her cleavage.
Her legs were trembling, thighs clenching like they were trying to hold back a flood.
Then, finally, Emily smiled and clapped her hands.
"Ha! No worries, dear! I'll teach you when I'm back from the market. But until then, try figuring the recipe out yourself, alright?"
With a merry little laugh, she scooped up her bag, leaned in to plant a cheek kiss on Alice, chirped a cheerful "bye-bye!"—and just like that, she was gone.
Silence fell.
Alice exhaled a shaky breath she hadn't even realized she'd been holding.
"Phew~ That was close…"
She fanned herself, cheeks flushed, chest heaving.
"Now to end this cha—_!!! AAAhhh~~~~"
Her sentence was slaughtered by bliss.
Because just then, Raedon struck—his hot, wet tongue dragging from the very base of her folds all the way to the top in one long, maddening sweep.
Alice gasped, her whole body jolting like she'd been struck by lightning wearing silk.
Her pussy literally quivered, like it had its own heartbeat, and then—like a dam giving up against the pressure—something she didn't even know was inside her came flooding out.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her eyes rolled back, and her voice came out in helpless gasps.
This wasn't pleasure.
This was bliss—raw, dizzying, mind-wiping bliss.
...
It took her a full minute to finally calm down, her body twitching with aftershocks like she'd just been hit by divine lightning. One lick. That was all it took—just one—and the dam had exploded.
She ran a hand through her hair, slid her palms down her flushed cheeks, and then looked under the table.
Raedon was casually wiping his drenched face like he'd just come out of a rainstorm—and then, to add insult to injury, he licked his fingers clean with that same smug glint in his eyes.
She just stared at him, chest heaving, her brain still short-circuiting.
That little bastard had just done something her husband never managed in years of marriage. And the worst part? She let him.
Shame burned through her like fire. She was a hero—a battle-hardened woman with titles, medals, and monsters slain under her belt. Well not technically, since she was a healer but well...
Yet she'd been utterly defeated by a three-and-a-half-foot gremlin with a talented tongue and no sense of shame.
He quickly cleaned his face and leaned forward, clearly angling for a second round, she jolted out of her daze.
"Ah, hell nah! You stupid—!"
Before he could turn her into another whimpering puddle, she smacked him across the head.
"Dead!"
Raedon yelped, clutching his head like he'd been mortally wounded, and rolled backward out from under the table in dramatic defeat, flopping onto the floor like a rejected acrobat.
"Oh my god!"
Alice shot up from the chair, staring at her own hand like it had betrayed her.
"Goddammit! I'm a hero! I just slapped him like I was trying to send him back to the womb—shit!"
She paced a step forward, guilt already creeping in—but froze when her eyes landed on the chaos she'd created.
Raedon lay sprawled out across the floor like a crime scene chalk outline. And then... there it was.
His dong.
And somehow, it looked even bigger than the last time. Thicker. Longer. With two heavy, lemon-sized orbs swinging beneath it like forbidden fruit straight from a cursed orchard.
It twitched and pulsated, like beckoning her.
"Oh my…"
She actually gasped—gasped—clapping both hands over her mouth like a noblewoman in a drama. Her poor, overstimulated pussy gave a twitch of interest.
Meanwhile, Raedon was rolling left and right like a dying insect, still clutching his head.
"Dead! Me dead! AH!! PAIN!!"
Then, without warning, he grabbed his own dong and wailed.
"IT'S HURT! ME HURT! KILL ME!!"
Alice blinked.
'Is it… hurting?'
She gulped, her healer instincts kicking in. This was her fault. Probably. Sort of. She stepped forward and reached out, summoning a low healing glow to her fingertips.
But before she could cast a single spell, Raedon sprang to his feet like a pissed-off goblin jack-in-the-box, one hand on his head, the other still protectively cradling his manhood.
"Madame! Reason. You!!" he cried dramatically, glaring at her. "Try. KILL. ME!"
Then he scurried toward the door like a furious gremlin, stopped halfway, turned around—
"Bitch!"
Alice's eyes widened.
"!!!"
And then he was gone.