For a minute, the only sound was our heavy breathing and the distant barking of a dog.
Kara lay sprawled on the bed, her body naked, her legs spread out. Her pussy was still twitching, a pool of white and clear fluids leaking beneath her. She was completely broken. My penis was still hard, embedded deep inside her, pinning her to the mattress.
CREAK.
The sound of footsteps outside the bedroom door. Small, quick footsteps.
"Mom? Are you home?"
Chip.
Kara's eyes widened in terror. She tried to sit up, scrambling for a sheet, but her limbs were jelly. While my erection was still throbbing inside her. "Chip...!" she gasped, panic seizing her throat.
"Stay,let him see what you truly are " I commanded softly, my hand pressing her shoulder down.
Before Kara could argue, another voice spoke from the other side of the door. A voice that sounded exactly like me.
"Chip," the voice said, calm and benevolent.
Chip released the doorknob immediately. "Master?"
Kara froze. She looked at me, lying on top of her, and then looked at the door. Her brain couldn't process it. The voice outside was mine, but I hadn't moved.
"Who...?" she whispered.
I sealed her lips with a kiss, tasting her fear. "Don't worry," I whispered against her mouth. "Just play along."
SQUELCH.
I pulled out.
"Ah..." She gasped at the loss, but the fear of her son entering spurred her into motion.
"I need to speak to him," she hissed, trying to stand. She wobbled, her legs weak from the orgasm. She looked for her clothes, but they were scattered on the floor.
"Show him how beautiful her mother is," I whispered, enjoying the view.
Kara stumbled to the nightstand and blew out the candle.
FWOOSH.
Darkness swallowed the room, leaving only the thin line of light from the gap under the door.
She moved to the door, pressing her body against the wood to hide her nudity. She cracked it open just an inch—enough to show her face, but not enough to reveal the room behind her.
"Yes... my son?" she called out, her voice trembling. "I'm here. Sorry... I need to rest. I'm not feeling well today."
Through the crack, she saw them.
Chip was standing there, looking concerned. And standing next to him, leaning against the kitchen doorframe casually sipping tea, was Me.
[Ability Active: Clone Mimic]
I had activated it the moment I sensed Chip two alleys away. The clone was a perfect mana-construct, solid enough to fool a boy.
Kara's eyes widened. She glanced into the dark room where my real self stood, observing her naked body while I stroked my penis, and then back at the clone.
"Mom?" Chip asked, stepping closer. "You looked flush, are you going to be okay?"
"Y-yes," Kara stammered, gripping the doorframe white-knuckled. "Priest... san already provided some medicine."
While she was distracted by the clone, I moved.
I stepped up behind her in the dark. She was pressed against the door, her ass sticking out perfectly. I didn't warn her. I grabbed her hips.
SLIDE.
I guided my cock between her wet cheeks, the tip teasing her entrance.
"Mom, are you okay?" Chip asked, seeing her wince.
"I'm... I'm okay!" she squeaked.
SHLICK.
I shoved it in.
"Hhhng!" Kara let out a sharp, stifled sound, slamming her forehead against the doorframe.
"Mom?" Chip sounded panicked.
"I'm fine!" she rushed to say, her voice breathless. "Just... a headache."
I began to pump her. Slowly. Rhythmically.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
I hit her cervix with every thrust. She had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. She was swaying, trying to hide the motion from her son who was standing three feet away.
"You look red, Mom," Chip walked towards the door. "Let me check on you!"
My Clone stopped him. "Chip. Perhaps let your mother be for now, she has already taken her... medicine. What she is feeling now is just the aftereffect. The treatment was very intense."
"Medicine?" Chip asked, confused.
Behind the door, I leaned close to Kara's ear. "Is the medicine working, Kara?"
I reached down. My hand bypassed her clit and found her other hole.
POP.
I slid a finger into her ass.
"MMMPH!!" Kara clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes rolling back.
"Mom!" Chip took a step forward. "She sounds like she's in pain!"
"She is adjusting," the Clone said smoothly. "Her body is... accepting the treatment. She needs quiet.time"
I commanded the Clone telepathically: Get him out of here. I'm going to break this devotee.
"Come, Chip," the Clone said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Let's go outside. Your mother needs to sleep this off. Besides, I have news for you regarding your Knight training."
"Oh! Really?" Chip's attention snapped away from the door then back to her mom. "But mom? Is she really gonna be okay?!"
"Yes... son..." Kara whimpered, tears streaming down her face as I sped up my hips. "I'm... o-o-okay...Go Pleasse… "
"See you later!" Chip was still half worried as their footsteps retreated. The front door opened and closed.
CLICK.
They were gone.
The moment the latch clicked, I stopped being gentle.
I kicked the bedroom door wide open.
BAM!
Light from the kitchen flooded into the dark bedroom, illuminating Kara like a spotlight on a stage. She was bent over in the doorway, naked, her skin glistening with sweat, dripping fluids onto the floor, and completely impaled on my cock.
"He's gone," I whispered, leaning my weight into her, burying myself to the hilt. "But look at you... look how your pussy is tightening around my shaft."
SQUELCH. GRIND.
"It's clamping down on me," I growled, grabbing her hips and forcing her to take my full length. "He should have seen this. He could have seen his mother being taken like a bitch in heat right in front of him."
"No... please..." she moaned, shaking her head, but her body betrayed her. Her hips were pushing back against me, grinding into the friction. The danger had electrified her nerves.
I grabbed her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to pound into her with renewed, violent energy.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Ahhh! God! Yes! Priest-sama!"
"You're a slut," I snarled into her ear, biting the lobe. "Your son was right there... just a few feet away... and your body was craving this."
I pulled her hair back, forcing her to look at the empty kitchen where her son had just stood.
"Tell me," I demanded, thrusting harder. "You enjoyed it, didn't you? Being almost seen? Being bred while he listened?"
"No!" she cried out, her voice trembling with shame and ecstasy.
PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.
"Liar," I hissed. "Your walls are milking me. Tell me the truth, Kara!"
She broke. The facade of the mother shattered under the weight of the pleasure.
"Yes!" she wailed, her eyes rolling back. "Yes... I wanted it! Please... give it to me! Break me!"
She screamed it loud now. She didn't have to hide it anymore.
"Then take it all."
WHOOSH. SLITHER.
My tentacles erupted from my back, a swarm of black shadows. They didn't wait. One shoved itself into her mouth, gagging her screams into muffled whimpers. Another forced its way into her tight asshole, stretching her wide. Others coiled around her heavy breasts, squeezing the nipples painfully hard.
She was drowning in sensation, filled in every hole, possessed by the void.
"You deserve a second blessing, Kara!"
GRIND. TWITCH.
My cock swelled inside her, hitting the deepest part of her womb.
"Take this!"
"Mmph! MMMMPH!" (I'm cumming! I'm cumming!)
SPLURT! SPLURT! SPLURT!
I unloaded inside her, a massive, scalding volley of seed and mana that coated her insides. I held her hips firm, ensuring not a single drop escaped, filling her completely just as she convulsed in a violent, body-shaking orgasm.
"AHHHHHHH!"
Her scream was muffled by the tentacle in her mouth, vibrating through her entire body.
THUD.
Her legs gave out. She collapsed.
I pulled out just as she fell. Before she could hit the hard floor, my tentacles caught her, cradling her shaking, limp body like a newborn baby. I lifted her gently, carrying her through the air, and laid her onto the mattress.
She was comatose with pleasure, her limbs spread wide, her eyes unfocused and rolling, a trail of foam and saliva at the corner of her mouth. She was completely ruined.
I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her, covering her shame. My tentacles moved with efficient speed, tidying the room, picking up her shredded clothes and hiding them in the closet.
I adjusted my robes, smoothing the fabric. In a blink, the monster vanished, replaced by the perfect, benevolent Saint.
I needed to meet my Clone. I needed to see what my new 'God Knight' was capable of.
I walked to the door.
"Priest-sama..."
A weak, raspy voice stopped me.
I looked back. Kara was watching me from the bed, clutching the blanket to her chin. She looked broken, used, and exhausted... but in her eyes, there was no hate. There was a terrifying, fanatical devotion.
"I trust you... with my son," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "Please take care of him. And... thank you."
I smiled, the lower half of my face hidden in shadow.
"Don't worry, Kara. I will."
CLICK.
I closed the bedroom door, leaving the mother in the dark, and walked out to greet the son.