Kiana stroked the unconscious Liend—again and again—back and forth, unceasing, until every last thread of control in his body had unraveled.
His muscles no longer resisted.His body no longer responded.And still, she continued.
Eventually, a blood vessel ruptured. His semen—now heavily stained with red—spilled with each release. The intervals between each spasm shortened alarmingly, yet Kiana didn't stop. Her strokes remained steady, obsessive, relentless.
She worked him for over an hour and a half—intense, methodical—switching hands as each one grew numb. Right to left. Left to right. On and on.
By the end, both hands trembled uncontrollably—no longer able to grasp. Her nerves were raw, fingers twitching uselessly from exhaustion.
And yet… she smiled.
Before her lay Liend—still unconscious, unmoving—his body coated in the evidence of what she had drawn out of him.
Thick streams of cum clung to her face, streaking down, while more had dried into her skin—absorbed from the warmth of the room and the dryness of the air. Some of it never dripped at all, stuck fast from its stickiness, gluing itself to her cheeks, her lashes, her lips.
She looked at him—broken, emptied, hers.
And she smiled wider.
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Kiana remained still—kneeling before Liend's now trembling, buckling body—still unconscious.
His form lay sprawled beneath her, covered in the slimy residue of his own semen.
Her fingers and hands were streaked with it—some spots thick, others dried and tacky, sticking her fingers together from where the cum had pulled and glued her skin.
And yet… she didn't feel uneasy.
She wasn't disgusted.
If anything, the feeling swelling in her chest was deeper than ever—she felt even more affection.
More love—for her child. Her adopted baby.
Liend.
Slowly, her fingers let go—slipping off his spent cock, which now twitched sporadically, releasing on its own… without pressure, without contact.
It lay limp, pressed weakly against his waist.
With a slow breath, Kiana stood up.
"Ha…" she exhaled, gazing down at the sight of him—completely drained, sprawled on the floor, his body a shell of what it had been.
And yet her face held no remorse.
Only calm.
Satisfaction.
She turned, her eyes drifting toward the table a few steps away—the scene around them silent, the air thick with aftermath.
One of the chairs still lay overturned on the ground.
Kiana stepped toward it… her breath steady, her expression unreadable.
Suddenly—
"Grr…"A low, resounding growl rumbled from deep within her belly as Kiana rolled her eyes, scanning the kitchen.
"I don't remember preparing anything else…" she muttered, voice low, thoughtful.
Her gaze landed on the cold pancake she'd made earlier—for Aria… and maybe for Liend, if he'd gone to school today.
But that plan had changed.
Kiana had made sure of it—choosing instead to keep him home, with her… to do something else.
She sighed, reaching out and tearing a piece from the pancake, lifting it casually to her face.With quiet detachment, she used the soft surface to gently wipe her cheeks—whatever it could soak up.
"You really were too easy to get to… son," Kiana murmured, almost wistfully, as she brought the makeshift cleaning pancake to her mouth and took a bite.
"Haa… But at least this way, I've got someone—someone to keep me at peace.
"She sighed, picking up the other half and eating it slowly, chewing with absent thought.
"I guess…" she whispered, raising her fingers—sticky in places—and dragging her tongue between them, licking the residue off with practiced ease.
"I'll have to go… take a bath…" she added, voice drifting as her gaze turned.
Her eyes landed on Liend—still unconscious, lying sprawled on the floor.She looked at him for a few long moments.
Silent.
Still.
Then, as if responding to her own silent conclusion, she nodded to herself.
"Alright… time to move you now," she whispered, though her mind still stirred with unspoken thoughts.
With another soft sigh, Kiana stepped forward, striding toward him.
"Hmm…" Kiana hummed softly, gazing down at his unconscious face as she stood beside him, eyes tracing his features.
"You really do… look like him," she murmured, her gaze lingering—eyes, the same. The sharpness of his face… nearly identical.
Yet something was different.
Something she couldn't name.
She sighed, slowly lowering herself to one knee beside him.
"What am I even saying…" she muttered, brushing the thought away with a shake of her head.
"It doesn't matter now," she whispered, her voice low—resigned.
Reaching for his arm, she draped it over her shoulder, adjusting her balance beneath his weight.
"All right," Kiana hissed, her muscles tightening as she braced herself—arms straining, body tense.
"Let's get you somewhere better to sleep on…" she murmured, pushing through her legs as her body trembled, barely managing to lift him.
All those leg days—hours spent strengthening her calves, thighs, and glutes—finally came to use.
Even then, it was barely enough.
She pushed upward, muscles straining as Liend's weight pressed down on her. His foot dragged—bent awkwardly—crashing against the floor.
But there was only so much she could do alone.
Gritting her teeth, she staggered forward, hauling his body toward her bedroom.
"Augh…" she grunted, legs trembling under the load. The bedroom was just across from the kitchen, yet each step felt like a mile. Her fingers fumbled at the door—barely able to press the latch.
It clicked. The door gave way.
Kiana stumbled in, her shoulder slamming into the edge as the door flung open—crashing against the wall with a thud.
She grunted again, forcing Liend's limp weight toward the bed across the room. With one final effort, she hauled him up—dropping his body onto the mattress.
Her knees buckled.
She collapsed beside the bed, one knee striking the cool floor, chest heaving.One hand clutched the bedsheet—fingers digging in—as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"You really… have grown up," Kiana breathed, her voice low and raspy.She turned her head toward Liend—his body sprawled across the bed, legs dangling off the edge, chest rising and falling in unconscious rest.
Still panting, she slowly pushed herself upright, using the bed for support. Her limbs trembled beneath her.
"Now…" she murmured, steadying herself, eyes narrowing slightly.
"There's no need for that anymore…" she whispered, gaze drifting upward toward the upper rooms, as if chasing a fading thought.
She sighed.
Then turned away.
Quietly, Kiana stepped out of the room, leaving Liend resting on her bed—undisturbed, his form slack in the dim light.
She switched off the main light, then flicked on the AC and floor heater, bathing the room in a soft, ambient hum.
The door eased shut behind her.
"Sleep tight," she whispered, stepping out of the room and gently closing the door behind her.
Her legs moved steadily—though still weary—as she made her way upstairs, her steps carrying her toward Liend's room. She pushed open the door.
Inside: a closet on the right, a computer setup tucked into the far corner, and across the room, on the left, another door—his private bathroom.
Kiana stepped inside, closing the door softly behind her.
She entered the bathroom first, then returned a few minutes later. The same quiet rhythm repeated as she moved into his closet. When she emerged again, several small objects rested in her palm—compact, dark, still faintly warm.
Live-feed steam devices.
Hidden cameras.
Kiana exhaled, her grip tightening slightly around them as she stepped out of the room with a final glance.
"No need for these now…" she murmured.