Astrid's voice was soft, almost reverent, as she stepped aside to let us pass. "Come in, Welheim. Rúna has been waiting."
The moment it sprang free, Astrid let out a sharp, surprised gasp. Rúna's eyes locked onto me, her lips parting in shock, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Oh my god," Astrid breathed, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and curiosity. "Welheim—what is that?"
Irene's fingers wrapped around my throbbing shaft, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. She pulled back the foreskin with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing the swollen, angry-red head of my cock.
Astrid gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as she stumbled a step closer, her eyes locked onto me with a mix of shock and fascination. "Gods... it's—it's huge," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I've never seen anything so... so thick before."
Rúna's breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she stared at my cock, her lips parted in awe. "It's beautiful," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her thighs pressed together, as if trying to ease the ache building between them. "So long... so hard..."
Irene's lips curled into a wicked smile as she stroked me, her thumb circling the thick vein pulsing along my length. "His grandfather gave him special herbs," she purred, her voice dripping with pride.
"Those herbs made his cock like this—strong, potent—capable of breeding the strongest children." She tightened her grip just enough to make me groan, my hips jerking forward instinctively.
Irene turned her gaze to me, her eyes dark with lust. "Welheim... come here. Let me help you."
My Pervert Eyes flicked on, sweeping the room with a predatory focus. Irene was the first to catch my attention—her body now marked with only three glowing dots.
Two flickered faintly under her armpits, each worth a measly 50 points, but the real prize was the third: her exposed asshole, pulsing with a tantalizing 500-point value.
My earlier theory was confirmed: the system had doubled her points because Grom was nearby, rewarding me extra for fucking his woman in front of him.
But the dots on her tits, navel, pussy, and lips—the ones I'd already claimed—were gone.
That meant once I took points from a woman, they wouldn't refresh... no matter what.
I shifted my focus to Rúna, and my eyes widened. Her points had doubled—800 for her pussy, 100 for her navel—just like Irene's had. The system was rewriting the rules right in front of me, and I wasn't complaining.
Then I turned to Astrid, and my breath hitched. Fuck. Her points had surged too. This wasn't a glitch. It was a pattern—one I intended to exploit.
But neither of them had a man. Astrid's husband was dead, and Rúna's man was me.
The pieces fell into place with a rush of dark, intoxicating clarity. The points weren't tied to their men—they were tied to the women themselves. That's why Astrid and Rúna, mother and daughter, had their points doubled.
The system wasn't just rewarding me for fucking women in front of their partners—it was rewarding me for deflowering them in front of the people they were closest to. Their mothers. Their daughters. Their sisters. Their blood.
A slow, predatory smile curled my lips as the implications sank in. If I fucked them in front of their loved ones—the people they trusted most, the ones who were supposed to protect them—the points would be even greater. The system wasn't just about corruption. It was about betrayal.
Irene took my hand and guided me between Rúna's spread legs. She hooked Rúna's knees, pushing them apart until her tight, glistening pussy was fully exposed. Rúna moaned softly, "Hmm..." as the cool air hit her wet folds.
Irene wrapped her fingers around my cock, guiding it to Rúna's entrance. The head pressed against her sealed lips, and Rúna's breath hitched. "Mother... It's so hot..." she whimpered, her hips twitching as if trying to take me in already.
I earned 800 points just from the contact, the system rewarding me for the first touch.
Rúna turned her head to look at Astrid, her mother, who was staring at my cock with wide, hungry eyes. "It's... okay, Rúna," Astrid murmured, her voice trembling, but her gaze never leaving my throbbing cock.
Irene's voice was low, instructive. "Welheim... now you have to push your cock inside her. But remember—slow."
My mind spun. If I actually got Rúna pregnant—no. I wasn't ready to be a father, not in this primitive world. And there was no way I could pull out a condom in front of Irene, Astrid, and Rúna without causing a scene.
Then I remembered—Limit Breaker. The ability lets me control my body on a cellular level. I took a deep breath, focusing inward, and rendered myself impotent. No matter how much I came, I wouldn't knock her up.
Irene's voice snapped me back to the moment. "Welheim? What's going on? Are you getting nervous?" she teased, her fingers still wrapped around my cock.
I blinked, refocusing on Rúna, who was sprawled beneath me, her legs spread wide, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs as she tried to open herself even further for me. Her chest heaved with every ragged breath, her nipples hard and flushed, her pussy glistening with arousal. The sight of her—so eager, so desperate—sent a fresh surge of heat straight to my cock.
I turned my gaze to Astrid, my voice smooth but laced with command. "Aunt Astrid... why don't you help Rúna hold her legs? So she doesn't get tired."
Irene let out a low, throaty chuckle, her amusement making her full tits jiggle enticingly. "See, Sister Astrid?" she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Welheim's already thinking of his woman... making sure she's comfortable while he claims her."
Astrid's breath hitched, her gaze flickering between Rúna's spread legs and my throbbing cock. A soft, almost wistful smile touched her lips. "My Rúna is blessed..." she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "To have a man who dotes on her like that..."
I wanted an excuse to feel Astrid's body—accidentally, of course. And even if I didn't get to touch her, there was no downside to having those massive tits so close to my face.
Astrid hesitated for only a second before nodding. She positioned Rúna's head in her lap, her fingers gently cradling her daughter's skull as she took hold of Rúna's legs, spreading them wide.
Fuck. In this position, Rúna's pussy looked like a blooming flower, her tight lips glistening with arousal, her clit already swollen and begging for attention.