Charlotte rose from the edge of her bed, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the delicate straps of her nightgown. The fabric hugged her curves, highlighting the fullness of her breasts and the gentle curve of her waist.
She paused briefly, her eyes meeting Winter's. The Queen searched his expression for any hint that this was a joke or a challenge to her determination. But his gaze was steady and unyielding, a predatory glint in his eyes causing a mix of fear and an unspoken feeling to twist in her stomach.
She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the nightgown fall down her arms. The fabric gathered at her elbows before she pushed it further down. It flowed over her hips and down her thighs.
As the gown pooled softly on the floor, she stood exposed, her bare skin glowing in the flickering candlelight. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples hardened by the cool breeze from the open window. A neatly trimmed patch of dark hair adorned her intimate area, and her legs were long and toned from years of regal bearing.
Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, but Winter's sharp voice stopped her.
"Do not cover yourself, mother. Let me see all of you, as we agreed."
Charlotte's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, but she lowered her arms and stood straight before him. She had never imagined this moment, not with her son, the boy she had raised with care and affection.
This was meant to be a simple display, a humiliating bargain to safeguard her secret.
Surely, he would not push further. He could not.
Winter stepped closer, and his eyes raked over her body with deliberate slowness. He circled her once, like a wolf assessing its prey, and his breath felt warm against her shoulder as he passed. He stopped in front of her again, and his hand reached out to trace a finger along the curve of her breast.
She flinched but did not pull away.
"This is sufficient, is it not?" she asked, and her voice remained steady despite the tremor in her limbs. "You have seen what you demanded. Now, honor your word."
Winter chuckled softly, and a low sound sent chills down her spine.
"Oh, but we are only beginning. Sit on the bed, and spread your legs for me. I wish to inspect every inch."
Her heart pounded in her chest.
"Inspect? Winter, this goes beyond what we discussed. I am your mother, in all but blood."
"And yet, here you stand, naked before me, because you know the consequences of refusal."
He leaned in, and his lips brushed her ear.
"Do as I say, or the whispers of your divine origin will reach the court's ears by dawn."
Reluctantly, Charlotte moved to the bed and sat on the edge. The silk sheets felt cool against her bare skin. She parted her thighs slightly, and her pussy exposed itself to his gaze. Her lips glistened faintly in the candlelight despite her resistance.
Winter knelt before her, and his hands gripped her knees to push them wider. He stared at her core, and this made her clench involuntarily.
"Beautiful," he murmured. "So wet already. Your body betrays you, mother."
"It is the breeze from the window," she lied.
He ignored her words, and his fingers trailed up her inner thighs. Before she could protest, he leaned forward and licked her pussy. His tongue pressed flat and firm against her clit.
Charlotte gasped, and her hands fisted the sheets.
"Winter, stop this at once!"
But he did not stop. His tongue delved deeper, and he lapped at her entrance. He tasted the arousal she could not deny. He sucked on her clit with precision, and his mind calculated every reaction and every twitch of her hips. She tried to close her legs, but his strong hands held her open. This forced her to endure the pleasure that built against her will.
After minutes that felt like hours, he pulled back and stood up. He shed his own clothes with swift efficiency. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and veins pulsed along its length. It was larger than she had anticipated, and the head already leaked pre-cum.
Charlotte's eyes widened in true horror now.
"What are you doing? This was not part of the bargain!"
"The bargain was your compliance, mother. And you will comply."
He gripped her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. He positioned himself between her legs. She struggled and pushed against his chest, but his strength remained unyielding. His manipulative hold on her secret gave him the upper hand.
"No, Winter! You cannot penetrate me. I am your mother!" Her voice cracked, but he aligned his cock with her pussy. The tip pressed against her slick folds.
"You are the Queen, a demigod, and now, you are mine."
With a single, forceful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Her pussy stretched around his thick cock, and the sudden fullness made her cry out. She had never thought he would actually do it, that his demands would stop at exposure.
But now, he fucked her, and his hips slammed forward in a dominant rhythm.
Charlotte's body arched, and a wave of unwanted pleasure crashed through her. She resisted it fiercely and clenched her jaw. She willed her orgasm away.
"Get out of me! This is wrong!"
But Winter's thrusts remained relentless. His cock pounded into her pussy with calculated force, and it hit that spot deep inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
He leaned down and captured her nipple in his mouth, sucked hard while his hips pistoned.
"Feel it, mother. Feel how your divine cunt grips my cock. You were made for this."
She fought the building pressure, and her nails dug into his arms. Yet he went harder, and his thrusts became brutal and deep. The slap of skin against skin echoed in the candlelit room. The breeze from the open window cooled her sweat-slicked skin, but it did nothing to temper the heat that coiled in her core. Her resistance crumbled as he drove into her again and again. His cock stretched her walls and filled her completely. Her mind reeled, and it teetered on the edge of madness from the overwhelming sensation.
"Argh~ no. I will not," she gasped, but her body betrayed her.
Her pussy spasmed around him, and she came hard. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave, fitting for the daughter of Poseidon. Juices flooded from her and soaked his cock as she shuddered beneath him. Her cries filled the chamber.
Winter did not slow, and he fucked her through the climax. His dominance remained absolute.
"Good girl. Now, beg for more of my cock. Tell me you need it deeper."
Still trembling from her release, Charlotte shook her head, but another thrust made her whimper.
"Please. No."
"Beg, mother. Or I will stop, and your secret spreads."
His voice became a velvet command, and his manipulative genius worked its influence.
Rule One of winning over a Milf: Make her desire you intensely.
Tears pricked her eyes, but the ache in her pussy demanded more.
"I beg you, Winter. Give me more of your cock. Fuck me deeper."
Satisfied, he pulled out briefly and flipped her onto her hands and knees for the second style. This was doggy style, and her ass presented itself to him like an offering. He gripped her hips and slammed back in. His cock plunged even deeper from this angle. Charlotte's breasts swayed with each thrust, and her face pressed into the pillows as he dominated her from behind. The open window let in the night's sounds, but her moans drowned them out.
He spanked her ass lightly, and the sting heightened her sensitivity.
"Louder, mother. Beg again."
His pace remained punishing, and his balls slapped against her clit.
"More! Please, fuck me harder with your cock!" she cried, and her resistance broke fully.
She lost herself in the manipulative web he had spun.
Winter's hands roamed her body, and he pinched her nipples as he pounded her pussy. The candles flickered and cast shadows of their joined forms on the walls. He felt her tightening again, and her walls fluttered around him.
With a final, deep thrust, he pushed her over the edge once more. She came harder this time, and her orgasm became even more intense. She squirted around his cock as her body convulsed, and her mind shattered into bliss.
He pulled out and maneuvered her onto her back again, shifted to the third style. He sat against the headboard and pulled her onto his lap, facing him. He impaled her on his cock and thrust up into her.
"Ride me now, mother. Show me your devotion."
Winter held her waist and forced her to bounce on his thick shaft.
Charlotte, exhausted yet insatiable, obeyed, and her pussy slid up and down his length. The moon's light filtered through the curtains and illuminated the sweat on her skin. His cock hit her g-spot with every downward motion, and she begged without prompting.
"Your cock is everything. Do not stop fucking me!"
Winter's manipulative smile returned as he thrust upward and met her descents with force. He reached around and rubbed her clit, which intensified the pleasure. Her breasts bounced in his face, and he sucked on them greedily.
As her third orgasm built, he whispered:
"Cum for me again, harder than before. Prove your submission."
His genius taming technique ensured every touch and every word pushed her further.
She shattered, and she came harder still. Her pussy milked his cock in rhythmic contractions. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, and her cries echoed as she collapsed against him. The Queen became utterly dominated.
Winter finally allowed himself release. He pulled out and came on her stomach, marking her as his.
He held her close, and his voice sounded soft but commanding.
"Our secret is safe, mother. And this is only the beginning."
Charlotte lay there, spent and conflicted, and her body hummed from the encounters.
Winter started getting dressed, and as he did, the system notified him:
[Congratulations, tamer!]
[You have achieved half of your quest objective.]
[Queen Charlotte Miguel of Land Of Peace has been added to your Milf Harem.]
[A special reward has been granted: Ask A Question (1).]
[You can now check your Main Status.]
'Alright. I can ask a question; it's a pretty meager reward, but at least it's useful.'