If this were back on Earth, he would be among the lucky few living someone else's fantasy. But even though he wasn't, he couldn't help feeling grateful to whoever had transmigrated him here.
"Here I go Aunt." Leon slowly pushed his dick enjoying every moment as it slid inside Melina's hot mouth. She managed to take six inches as she tried to adjust his dick in her mouth to avoid choking.
He slowly started pushing in and out, with every push his dick hit Melina's throat. She suppressed her gag reflex several times as she tried to accommodate his large member.
Leon increased his pace as got lost in pleasure. Even though Melina couldn't take his entire cock now he was sure one day she would.
As he imagined training Melina he subconsciously increased the speed and started using her mouth like a cock-sleeve.
The pleasure was too much.
Leon's vision blurred at the edges, heat pounding through every vein. His hips bucked on their own, driving him harder into her throat, each thrust wetter, rougher, needier.
He was now deepthroating her without mercy or care. The back of her throat tightened around him, spasming as she choked, spit bubbling at the corners of her lips.
Her muffled cries—"Mmmhh—gghhhk—mmhh!"—vibrated against him, each one sending shockwaves up his spine.
His left hand clamped down on her head, fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he forced himself deeper. The wet, gagging sounds filled the small room, bouncing off the bare walls.
"Ahhh—hahhh—ahhh!" Leon's groans tore free, guttural, animalistic. Each ragged sound carried the thrill of dominance, the rush of using her mouth as nothing more than a sleeve for his need.
Melina wanted to stop him, but she remembered her promise. Besides, a strange rush surged through her with every brutal movement, a fire she had never known. Her husband's touch had always been cold, mechanical, born of duty—but Leon's hunger was different. It was desperate, demanding, and real. For the first time in her life, she felt needed and desired.
The feeling she got when he humiliated her this morning and now she wanted more. She did not understand why but the way her body felt heat rising on her lower abdomen she craved more at this point she did not care about her dignity.
The memory of this morning—the way he had humiliated her, exposed her in ways that made her pulse thrum with shame and excitement—mixed with the present, igniting her entirely. Heat pooled low in her belly, spreading outward until her entire body ached for more. At this point, she no longer cared about dignity or restraint; every shred of composure had melted into the raw craving spiraling through her.
"Mmmhh—ahh—hhhnn…" Her muffled cries mingled with his guttural groans, echoing off the walls of the small space. The sensation of being used, yet utterly wanted, burned in her chest, making her arch into him despite the sting of exertion.
A soft, hesitant cough pulled them out of their trance.
"Are you… okay mother?" she asked with concern.
Melina drew a shaky breath, trying to force her racing heart to slow. "I… I'm fine, Kara," she said at last, voice barely above a whisper. Her hand lingered on her chest for a moment, still warm and trembling from the intensity of what had passed.
Kara's eyes softened, but she didn't push. "You looked… overwhelmed," she said gently, fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
Looking at her still shy and innocent disposition, Leon's mind sharpened with an idea. His gaze flicked between mother and daughter, noting the subtle hesitation in Kara's posture, the faint flush on her cheeks, and the trusting curiosity in her eyes.
"Why not help your mother, Kara?" he interjected before Melina could respond, voice low but firm, carrying the weight of suggestion.
"Won't you like that… Aunt?" he added, a teasing glint in his eyes, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.
Melina's breath hitched as she looked at her daughter and then at Leon. His mischievous gaze and Kara's innocent look pressed on her like a silent dilemma, stirring a mix of anticipation and hesitation she could hardly name.
Leon's smirk deepened, clearly enjoying the tension he had orchestrated. Yet he said nothing, letting the quiet weight of the moment press in, letting Melina wrestle with the choice he'd suggested.
Finally, Melina drew a slow, steadying breath. She forced a gentle smile. "Yes, I'll love that." she murmured.
Leon's smile widened as he motioned for Kara to come closer.
Kara walked over shyly and took her position beside her mother, shoulders tense, fingers twisting at the hem of her dress. Her face turned bright red as her eyes met Leon's manhood up close; the sheer size and protruding veins made her gulp, a mix of nervous anticipation and awe running through her.
Sensing her curiosity. "Go on, you can touch it." He encouraged Kara with a smirk on his face.
Kara hesitated for a moment before she touched his dick sending shivers all over his body, her soft hand squeezed his manhood as she lifted it up as if conducting a sturdy.
"Aunt, can you teach Kara please." He shifted his tone from commanding to teasing ,acting like he was giving her choice. He liked seeing feel ashamed when she chose pleasure over her daughter.
"First lick it all over then try to take it in your mouth." Melina guided her daughter.
She had already given in to the strange demands; there was no turning back. Part of her didn't want to—after feeling the excitement and the rush of something new, she felt more alive than ever and wanted to explore this unknown territory.
Kara followed her mothers instructions as she lifted his dick and gave it a long lick from the base to the head, mixing her saliva with her mothers.
This scene stimulated his cock which pulsated in Kara's hand with more need as it produced more precum which was immediately licked by her.
"Just like that… Kara, you are a natural." he complimented her. "It is time to suck it– open your mouth wide and relax your throat."
He pushed his dick into her warm mouth and started humping slowly in and out.
"Good girl, your mouth is making me feel good." Leon praised her.
He had noticed the difference between the mother and daughter. Due Kara's shy personality she responded well to compliments while her mother who was used to being in authority since she was the village healer responded well to commands.
The compliments worked like a charm,at first her tentative movements became more confident.On her own she increased her pace and took him deeper in her throat.
"Ahh—ahhh—ahhh!" he groaned, voice breaking low in his throat. His chest tightened, each sound torn out of him as if his body couldn't contain the fire burning through it.
As he neared the edge, he held his hands behind his back to resist the urge to face–fuck her brutally.
Just as his balls started churning out his second serving of the day he noticed Melina who was staring at him full of blame.
Melina felt neglected as she watched Leon enjoy her daughter's mouth. She felt a little bit jealousy, she feared Leon preferring a younger woman than an old one like her.
"Come close–I want to cum on your face." he commanded her.
This brought a smile on her face, she moved her head closer and looked up to him with an expectant look.
Leon pulled out his dick and aimed it at Melina, his head snapped back, the veins in his neck standing out.
"Ahhh—hahhh—ahhh!" His body convulsed, every muscle drawn taut before the release tore through him, raw and violent.
His cum spilled forth, covering her in a hot, messy flood. The sight of her wearing it—eyes closed, smile trembling—made his head spin with triumph.
Melina licked her lips which were covered in cum with reverie. Seeing her mothers reaction, Kara was filled with curiosity. She lifted her hand, finger grazing her mothers cheek before scooping up a warm glob of his cum and brought it to her mouth
, after tasting she straight went for the second.
Leon watched in fascination as he tried to calm down and catch his breath.
"Knock–knock–knock!"
They had someone knocking at the door.
Melina quickly stood, tugging her dress back into place as she fumbled around for a cloth to wipe her face. Kara shifted nervously beside her, both of them wearing the same startled expression, as though suddenly aware of the world outside their little bubble.
Leon leaned back, a crooked smile tugging at his lips. Watching their panic only fed the spark in his chest, twisting into another wicked idea.
"Don't wipe it off, Aunt," he drawled, voice dripping with mischief. "Go greet the visitors like that. You look… beautiful with my seed painted across your face."
Melina froze, the cloth clutched tight in her trembling hands. His words pierced straight through her composure, and shame flooded her face hotter than the mess staining it.
Her eyes darted to Kara, then back to Leon, wide and pleading. "Y–you can't mean that…" she whispered, voice breaking under the weight of embarrassment.
Still, she didn't move to wipe herself. The cloth hovered uselessly in her grip, her fingers tightening around it, then loosening again as if her will was crumbling.
With a shaky breath, she turned toward the door. Each step was hesitant, heavy, as though walking into her own humiliation.
Leon leaned back, smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, eager to see how far she would go.