Langrisser (2)

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The chaotic chapters of Langrisser:
The aged king lay quietly in the last vestiges of dawn, his earlier, painful breathing having ceased
, finally calming down and appearing less strained. His long, white hair cascaded over his shoulders, making his
sunken cheeks appear even more gaunt. His pale, chapped lips were slightly parted, motionless, as if one could see
his life slowly ebbing away. The priest said he was too old; the rapier piercing his lungs
would have prevented him from surviving the previous night, but the aging king still clung to life.
The knights gathered in the bedroom, gripping their sword hilts, hadn't even removed their armor. The king was dying, but he
would not be the last to die in this war. Now, they could only watch the old king's dying
form, concealing their own grief and unease.
In the stillness of the pre-dawn night, the warhorses of the frontier still slept. Unnoticed by anyone, the old king strained
his already clouded eyes to gaze into the void. He finally felt relieved. "You...have you come...
to mock my...old age?" he murmured, even in his impending death, he still sensed her
presence.
Like a lily blooming before his bedside.
"Yes...I've come, as promised, Kasador."
The still young and beautiful archmage trembled, barely holding back tears. She leaned down,
trying to find the dashing image of the young knight in his aged, accustomed to wielding power. Long
ago, she would always eagerly await his return from the castle on horseback, not see him
lying stiffly on his sickbed.
Then he would hand his lance to his attendant, calling out impatiently from behind his helmet's mask,
then spur his horse forward, half-forcibly pulling her, still blushing and her heart pounding, onto the saddle with his strong arms. Yes
, he hadn't treated her like this in a long time.
And today, that bluish-gray hand, withered and dry like a twig, was gently lifted by her, causing
the old king's chest to rise and fall in his expressionless face.
"You...forgive...me...?"
Nearly forty years had passed. Though his lily-like face remained, even the most unforgivable things
would fade into ashes.
In the silence, only the old king's indistinct murmurs rang out before his death.
"Jon...my...son..." He looked pitifully and slowly toward the Archmage, which
filled Jessica with sorrow once more. "...And...little...Rob..." His lungs
gurgled like a leaky bellows, "Please...please..." The Archmage looked at him with a pang of
sadness. The Knight of Light, who had once fought valiantly amidst enemy spears and swords,
the usurper who had wielded power both inside and outside the palace, could now only curl up in bed, pitifully begging her.
"Let...A...Dia's...allies..." Jessica knew this was his last plea
to herself, using the last of his strength: "...Hold...the...Neck...hold..." Then Kasador let out
another low gasp, his eyes beginning to darken. As the rose-colored sun slowly rose again outside the castle
, casting its light along the edge of the crenellations into his bedroom, he could see nothing.
Only the sound of the white six-toed eagle banner fluttering fiercely in the morning breeze outside his window remained. In the distance, the sentries on the city walls began
their changing of the guard, the shouts of military orders and the clanging of armor ushering in this last winter day in the thin dawn.
His flank had been outflanked.
"Mira...is...she...dead..." The old king, his face stiff, began to lose consciousness,
babbling incoherently.
"Where...is...Karu...do...?"
Even the center of the formation softened under countless assaults, the soldiers showing signs of defeat and beginning to retreat.
Even the excruciating pain in his lungs was slowly fading from his body, but Caesar was still fighting with his last ounce
of strength, refusing to give up.
"Knights...order...forward..." A faint, almost imperceptible voice escaped his
motionless lips amidst his shallow breaths, causing Jessica's tears to fall. In the silence, no one could understand that the incoherent
ramblings were actually the old man raising his arms and shouting amidst the chaos of battle.
Having abandoned the besieged Inis, he had become the young White Knight again, returned to
the battlefield of Sanchuan, a battlefield belonging only to glory, and returned to the dazzling banner of the Army of Light.
His voice gradually lowered, until only she could hear it.
"Jessica..."
From ancient memories, that beautiful name, like a lily, mixed with the old king's last breath,
was softly uttered from his slightly smiling lips.
The Archmage knelt before the bed, and the temple servants beside him followed suit, letting the milky-
white morning light fall upon his serene face: "By the grace of the true god,
Kassardo Stark, the founder of Innis, may rest in peace."
"In the name of Lucyris, the goddess of light, I, Jessica Besilius, will take Kassardo's place in guarding Innis
until the end of this millennium..."
The four-month siege of Innis, ended with the death of Kassardo of the Western Army, finally brought reconciliation among the nobles of light.
The kings beyond the Great Wall withdrew to within sixty miles of the Lucadia Wall, and history has since
passed by casually for nearly four hundred years until now.
Now, what has become of the Archmage, the guardian of Innis?
Jessica gazes shyly at herself in the mirror. Having been violated, she finally puts on the jade earrings he demanded
, just as she reluctantly agreed to become the prince's mother. The maid also styled her hair
into an elaborate updo with a silver hairpin, which, combined with her pale lips and the weary, blank expression after her climax, revealed a slightly sickly
elegance.
A vibrant rose-red evening gown replaced the torn robe, clinging to her beautiful,
slender figure, clearly highlighting her still-lactating breasts. The corset cinched her slender waist
, further accentuating her rounded, slightly upturned hips. The once unapproachable, aloof aura of the Archmage was gone.
Concealed by makeup and adornments, she now looked more like a noble queen than
the unattainable goddess she once was.
And so, in the end, she sacrificed herself to his descendants.
The prince watched her from behind, gesturing for the maid to leave. He gently pressed himself against her back, supporting her
body, and looked at this dazzlingly beautiful mature woman in the mirror. Embarrassed, Jessica arched
her buttocks, her anus red, swollen, and slightly painful, inevitably recalling the
humiliating rape she had suffered from behind, and gasped in shame. The straps on her back were too tight, making
Jessica even more breathless.
"Mother, you are so beautiful..." From that night on, he had completely addressed her as his
mother.
"I... I've already been... like this... can I still... be your mother..."
The beautiful, mature maternal body in the mirror appeared weak and helpless in the boy's arms.
"Could you... loosen my suspenders a bit?" Feeling the prince's touch on her buttocks through her folded skirt
, she awkwardly turned her head away.
Reluctantly, the prince removed his hand from her buttocks, slowly moving to her waist, pulling on her suspenders and
tightening them even more.
"Ah!" Jessica gasped in pain, her stomach feeling like it was being squeezed into her chest, making it hard to breathe
. "No... ah... I'm... feeling so... uncomfortable..."
"I forgot that Mother has been pregnant before, her waist probably isn't as slender anymore," his hands
reached from behind, stroking her tightened abdomen, imagining her pregnant with the demon's offspring. "But this is
the standard of courtly decorum, my dear mother."
"Ah! You... you..." Jessica gasped for breath, the tight suspenders almost suffocating her, making her faint
. Spending time with this young demon felt as painful and unbearable as being conceived by the demon
.
The prince admired Jessica's weak and feeble reflection in the mirror, then lifted her skirt from behind, revealing
her snow-white, rounded buttocks. "No...no, not...here..." Like a mature young
woman after her wedding, Jessica twisted her neck, turning her head to look at the boy who was harassing her again with pleading eyes.
Her swollen anal muscles were still slightly everted, contracting sensitively at the touch, but the boy
easily inserted his fingers into her. "Mother's still so loose here!" He looked at Jessica's
humiliated expression, his fingers kneading the folds of her rectum. He felt her whole body trembling,
her breathing becoming rapid.
"No...no...it's...it's already...it's already been..." Jessica
groaned, pleading, barely able to breathe. Her body had become incredibly sensitive, and this mere torment was
too much for her. She collapsed onto the dressing table, trembling. "Someone...someone will come in...please...don't do this
..."
The banquet was about to begin, and the servants would surely come in to ask them to leave. If they were seen in this state,
not only would her reputation be ruined, but her title as a goddess would be tarnished. Who would believe that the archmage, whom she called "mother,"
was being violated by her son on the dressing table? Suffocating, Jessica felt dizzy and couldn't imagine
what was happening.
"Is Mother afraid of being seen like this?"
The boy ignored her humiliating pleas and continued to play with Jessica's raised buttocks with his fingers. He bent down
and licked her exposed, snow-white back with his tongue.
"Ahhh..." A series of trembling moans escaped from her lips as Jessica, nearly suffocating,
twisted her neck. A thin tongue licked her smooth back, causing a spasm that quickly spread throughout her body. She became shamefully wet, even her nipples swelled. 　　The archmage's female body,
slowly awakening from a thousand-year slumber , could only humiliatingly submit to the boy's manipulation. 　　 "Is Mother about to climax again?" The boy, licking Jessica, pleasured the changes in her body. 　　 In her lower body, her anal fluids secreted again in her intestines, and his wet fingers 　　could even feel the archmage's vaginal cavity and uterus contracting through the intestinal wall. 　　 He slowly used his remaining fingers to probe between Jessica's thighs. "No...no no..." 　　Jessica, suffocating, desperately shook her head. "No...hurry...someone...is coming..." 　　The voice of a servant could be heard outside the door, but the boy continued relentlessly, playing with her anus while touching her vaginal 　　opening. 　　 "No...ah...there..." The boy's fingers plunged deep into her vaginal cavity. "!!..." 　　 The scream was suppressed in her throat. 　　 After a violent spasm, Jessica opened her moist lips, even sticking out her tongue. The intense 　　stimulation made her suffocate and almost faint. The boy used his other hand to loosen the straps behind her back. 　　Freed from her restraints, Jessica lay prone on the dressing table, her beautiful eyes glazed over, her dark hair disheveled 　　, panting heavily. The archmage's labia were already everted, revealing her wet and glistening 　　orifice. Her vulva was blooming, and vaginal fluid continuously seeped out, flowing down her thighs. 　　 Jessica could only shamefully hold onto the edge of the table to support her weak body. "To think... 　　 this child... made me come with just his hand... I really..." The shame of climax mixed with waves 　　of pleasure assaulted her mature body. 　　 The prince gazed at the archmage who had been forced to become his mother. She was still convulsing in the afterglow of her orgasm 　　, her long skirt lifted to her waist, her full, round buttocks raised high, shamefully revealing her still contracting 　　anus. Fluid flowed between her thighs, staining her panties. Perhaps her breasts, swollen from lactation, 　　had already released a considerable amount of milk under her bra? 　　 "My dear mother, it's almost time for the banquet. The servants seem to be ready," 　　 the young man whispered gently in her ear, his other hand picking up a long-necked...

The perfume bottle was uncorked: "It wouldn't be good if someone found out you just had an orgasm, Mother!" 　　 Jessica 　　,
slowly recovering from her fainting spell, felt a cold touch on her lower abdomen: "Ah...no... 　　 do 　　n't
...what do you want to do...no no...no no no!! 　　"
**************** 　　... 　　 By now, the long table in the hall was already packed with people. Having apparently found nothing, the Green Lion Duke, 　　like a lion, finally abandoned his daughter's body. He and the Calradia family had left the castle the previous night 　　. To show no hostility to the cunning "usurper" Bartel, 　　Alvin, at Jessica's suggestion, led his knights on a ten-mile southward journey before heading northwest. 　　 However, many diners remained in the castle, including the like-minded Castari and Shuttat families, 　　as well as the tax collectors and "nobles" from the free city, all waiting in the corridors. Lucadia's 　　white skin and blond hair moved among the brown-haired southerners, while the straightforward northern dialect 　　mingled with the garrulous Pascal's accent, drowning out the musicians' playing in the corridors. 　　 The arrival of the prince and Jessica poured cold water on the boiling hall, and the clamor receded like a tide. The crowd 　　fell silent, their gazes sweeping across most of the hall towards the stunningly beautiful archmage. The 　　air was thick with male lust and female envy. 　　 Her tall, elegant figure, framed by a rose-red evening gown, was accentuated by a sleeveless top that concealed her fair neck, 　　highlighting the full, rounded curves of her breasts. Long silk gloves further emphasized her alluringly exposed, snow-white 　　shoulders. Jessica, her elaborately styled hair pulled back 　　, had already been stripped naked under the intense gazes. Instead, the owner of the silver cup, Prince Inis, now stood as a mere follower behind his beautiful stepmother. 　　 "To the glory of Inis and Lucadia!" 　　 The clinking of silver platters and goblets echoed. No one seemed to notice 　　Jessica's trembling hand as she swallowed a mouthful of champagne, and the fine beads of sweat beading on her pale skin. 　　 "Josiah of the Castari family, you really are just like your father..." 　　 "Oh, I'm afraid that's impossible..." 　　 Smiling weakly as she endured the helpless entanglements of the descendants of light, Jessica 　　could only slightly wiggle her hips under their greedy gazes. Extremely embarrassed, she was on the verge of crying out at any moment . Probably no one would imagine 　　that a slender perfume bottle was inserted 　　into the anus of the noble archmage's full buttocks beneath her long skirt . 　　 "That...there...no...help...help me...goddess..." Besides 　　praying to Lucilis, who had already abandoned her, Jessica had no other choice. 　　 The large bottle tail protruded from her anus, stretching her anal buds to their limit. Even the slightest movement 　　caused the cold perfume to seep from the bottle's opening, stimulating her tender intestines. The long neck of the bottle was deeply 　　inserted into her intestines, and with each twist of her hips, it rubbed against the depths of her abdominal cavity, tormenting her crumbling 　　dignity. 　　 "Ms. Jessica, I once heard my ancestor say that a hundred years ago, at the beginning of the North, when you were still a young girl 　　, the late king..." 　　 "If it weren't for your presence, we probably wouldn't have lingered for so long..." 　　 "May I ask if you..." 　　 The flattery and fawning in her ears gradually faded to a whisper, as if coming from afar. Jessica could barely 　　maintain her composure; her pale face was concealed by the blush of rouge, and sweat caused strands of her dark hair 　　to cling to her cheeks. She placed her hand on her slightly protruding belly, barely daring to breathe, yet 　　unable to stop the increasingly intense bloating in her abdomen. 　　 "Lucilles... I... I'm about to..." 　　 Slowly, even walking became difficult; with the slightest movement of her hips, her intestines began 　　to writhe and spasm violently. The perfume, seeping deep into her intestines, occasionally caused sensitive spasms in her abdomen. The slender 　　neck of the penis sank deeper and deeper with the peristalsis of her intestinal flesh, and a bloating sensation, like the urge to defecate, surged violently within her lower abdomen, 　　making the still extremely weak archmage, after being violated, feel an increasingly strong urge to defecate. 　　 What humiliated her most was that a strange itching sensation arose in her vaginal cavity, mixing with the urge to 　　defecate and tormenting her weak body. "I...my...body...how could this be..." Her hand, which was supporting her lower abdomen, 　　couldn't help but reach down further. 　　 Another intense bloating sensation, her mature body convulsed, and her vaginal cavity became wet. 　　 "Goddess..." Jessica bit her lip in shame, she was almost unable to bear it, her uterus began 　　to slowly twitch. 　　 "Dear Mother, what's wrong with you..." The wicked boy approached her, whispering and teasing 　　the archmage on the verge of collapse. When no one was looking, his hand, through her skirt, began to caress Jessica's 　　beautifully shaped buttocks. 　　 "You...you..." Jessica no longer had the strength to curse him. She could only turn her head away, 　　feigning listening to his long-winded explanation, enduring the increasingly intense bloating in her stomach, letting his hand 　　lewdly caress her round buttocks. 　　 Was she doing this for Inis? Was it to keep her promise to Caesar? Was it divine 　　punishment for the filthy things she had done at the altar with the monsters? The aura of young men was always so 　　strong, or was she simply a wanton mother to begin with? 　　 "Mother, are you about to defecate?" The malicious whispers continued to harass her beauty.

Li's mother.
Her adoptive mother's pale face flushed with shame: "Here...how...how could this be..."
Her body, having traversed a thousand years, had long been worshipped as a statue by her believers; who would have imagined that Lucilis
's apostle would excrete such filth?
The boy touched the bottle protruding from her anus beneath her petticoat, and with just a gentle touch, rubbing against
the neck of her rectum, it was enough to send the mature adoptive mother's body limp. "Ah..." She forced
back a cry, masking it with a sigh, but her vaginal cavity was already incredibly wet.
"In the name of Lucilis...please...please...don't...again..." Jessica's low
voice was a sorrowful plea, concealing her boundless shame. Facing a group of guests, she
dared not imagine the consequences of another orgasm.
"Then let Mother bear my child!" The tone in her ear no longer sounded like that of a sixteen-year-old boy
, but more like that of an evil ancient god driven only by the desire to reproduce. The boy lewdly groped his beautiful, speechless
stepmother, while playing with her buttocks beneath her long skirt. The mature Jessica had to force a smile
to face the bored offspring.
"That...is...not...that's not allowed..." Just mentioning conception brought back the humiliating memory of the monster's tentacles penetrating her
womb, making the embarrassed Jessica feel weak.
The incredibly humiliating screams she had made in the dungeon of the Kingdom of Karlan, along with the painful sensations left by the infant in her womb and vagina, still
lingered in her unwillingly confronted memories.
"I...I am..." But now she was nothing. As a favored one, she had been
abandoned by the goddess Lucylis; as a grand mage, she had conceived a monster's offspring in her own womb; as Inis's
protector, she had been violated; and as a foster mother, she was merely forced to be her son's object of lust.
Jessica swallowed the bitter pill. This child could even commit adultery with his own mother, so why would he be afraid of
getting her pregnant? Even while pregnant, she was in danger of being violated by him. "What...
what...would it feel like?" Jessica gently stroked her swollen belly, swollen from the urge to defecate.
Having been pregnant before, she could only stare blankly at the young politician from Castari across from her, who was incessantly discussing conspiracies and power struggles.
His demeanor was exactly like the ugly state of Castado after his ascension to the throne, and his southern accent sounded like
a foreign language, fading further and further away. Imagining herself being violated while pregnant, she was completely immersed
in forbidden humiliation, sinking deeper and deeper.
Taking advantage of Jessica's growing weakness, the emboldened boy slowly and cruelly shoved the bottle's neck
into her body.
"No, no, no, no!" The bottle's neck was deeply inserted, and with the contraction of her abdomen, her intestines began
to writhe violently. Weak and exhausted, Jessica used her last bit of strength to barely tighten her anus, but she
could no longer bear it. The fake smile on her face crumbled, replaced by a desperate pallor.
The urge to defecate shot out from between her legs, causing her mature, sensitive body to convulse as if electrocuted.
Beneath her skirt, the pink, tender intestinal flesh was stretched outwards due to extreme distension. Despite being blocked by the bottle's neck
, some viscous intestinal fluid and filth from deep within her rectum finally flowed out from the gap between the bottle's neck and her anus , spilling from the lace edge of her panties. Although concealed by her long skirt, 　　the faint scent of Jessica's body
still lingered in the air . 　　 But for the simple-minded young politician, who, out of politeness, hadn't covered his nose, 　　it was utterly impossible to fathom that the noble and dignified archmage was actually defecating right before him. His lustful 　　gaze remained brazenly fixed on her full, firm breasts. 　　 Under this gaze, Jessica clutched her abdomen, shame plastered on her face, but she could no longer tighten her anal 　　sphincter to stop the violent throbbing of her intestines. 　　 "Ahhhhh!" 　　 Accompanied by Jessica's scream, the lights in the hall went out at just the right moment. Amidst the gasps of other female guests 　　, the sudden darkness, like a vast wing, concealed her screams and 　　the archmage's humiliated state as she defecated. 　　 Her mature body softened in the darkness, and the prince brazenly pulled her into his arms. He slipped his hand 　　inside her silk blouse from the sleeve at her shoulder, grasping the base of her full, firm breasts and squeezing them against his still-lactating mother 　　. "No...don't do this..." Jessica gasped under his caresses, trembling sensitively, unable to 　　hold back the continued leakage of fluid from between her legs. 　　 The boy's other hand encircled her soft waist, playing with her slightly protruding, alluring abdomen through her skirt 　　. "Don't...press...my stomach..." Jessica pleaded softly, her face flushed with shame 　　, the slightest pressure on her abdomen causing her anus to expel even more foul fluid. 　　 "Please...please...don't...I can't...take it...I can't take it..." Her 　　 mature, voluptuous body was enduring the intense urge to defecate, and she could only tense 　　her buttocks in her adopted son's arms, allowing him to play with her wantonly through her clothes. Having already shamefully climaxed, she was no longer able to contract 　　her prolapsed anus. With violent spasms within her intestines, her buttocks writhed as she expelled 　　filthy fecal matter in the darkness. Her heightened sensitivity during excretion allowed her to shamefully feel the writhing anal muscles slowly 　　pushing out the long-necked glass bottle. 　　 "Ah...no...no...ah...it's...coming...out..." No one except the boy 　　heard Jessica's suppressed, shameful cries. The slender glass bottle, still dripping with intestinal fluid, 　　slid from her swollen anus and fell onto the carpet beneath her skirt. The foul odor from the Archmage's body 　　mingled with the rich scent of perfume, creating a thick, strange odor that quietly emanated from beneath Jessica's skirt. 　　 The trembling anus was still leaking the remaining fecal matter, and the inside of her round thighs, clad in stockings 　　, was covered in filth. Her lace panties were already soaking wet and squeezed tightly between her dirty buttocks. Fortunately, all of this filth 　　was covered by her evening gown.

In the darkness, Jessica collapsed completely, utterly powerless. The boy, realizing the changes in his mother's body
, helped her up, listening to her heavy breathing. "I really want to see Mother defecate
..." he whispered in her ear, his hand, which had been gently pressing her swollen abdomen, slowly moved down, familiarly
parting her thighs.
"You..." Her limp body suddenly tensed; the archmage, who had never been so repeatedly toyed with,
could only close his eyes in shame. "It's... still... dirty there, I... can't take it..."
Jessica, now nearly exhausted, breathed rapidly. Her vaginal opening was being
rubbed by the rough fabric in front of her, but she was too weak to twist her hips to escape. Her anus, wide open between her plump buttocks,
was wet and everted, yet the itching sensation from the empty rectum after defecation had spread
throughout her entire abdominal cavity.
Finally, the busy servants who had been bustling about made the devilish prince stop his wicked actions
. He helped his frail mother up and slowly moved her towards the edge of the dance floor. The stain under Jessica's skirt
and the perfume bottle stained with intestinal fluid were left for the servants to imagine.
Huge candles flickered in the four corners of the hall, and figures swayed in the dim light, occasionally letting out soft
murmurs and giggles. Amid bowing and pulling, forced invitations and tacit consent, they gradually formed pairs.
"Mother, would you like to dance with me?" The prince held her frail waist, looking at his mature
stepmother's pitiful state, tormented by him.
The waltz began, and the ball started.
Jessica could only lean weakly on the prince's shoulder, panting like a puppet, as he forcibly pulled
her through the swirling dance, only stopping when he led her to a side aisle. Jessica,
her legs already weak from the urge, immediately knelt on the ground.
This was a corner untouched by candlelight, utterly dark. The corridor sank half a foot into the ground, with rows of chairs and low tables
hidden behind marble pillars and railings—originally just a spare orchestra pit.
Caught off guard, she heard women's moans and gasps beside her, some shy, some wanton.
Couples were making all sorts of shameful gestures in the corner, their faces hidden
in the darkness. And right beside her, across the music stand, a nobleman, oblivious to her surroundings, lifted the
petite maid in her short skirt and pressed her against a pillar, impatiently entering her from behind.
In the rough and forceful movements, the maid's hairband loosened, her beautiful hair cascading down.
Beneath her short skirt, the young woman's round buttocks were raised high, her thighs spread wide, glistening with sweat,
their flesh glowing in the candlelight.
The sixteen-year-old boy gently touched his stepmother's full, alluring lips, while the dazed Jessica
was overcome with shame by the moans of the woman beside her.
That day in the lounge, she had likely been raped by this boy in a similar way, only in a more humiliating
manner. At this moment, Jessica only wanted to escape this city of Innis, to flee to the cold, northern temple
, to hide in her bare stone chamber. Tears streamed silently down her face.
The young maid, being held and raped against a pillar beside her, began to moan more and more rapidly, causing Jessica's recently climaxed
body to stir sensitively. Unconsciously, her vagina became wet again.
"Let...I...leave...let me..." The archmage, her cheeks flushed crimson, cried out, trying to
escape, but too weak to support her body, which was constantly leaking semen. She weakly slapped at the boy
's outstretched hands, which were trying to violate her, until they grabbed her hair.
The boy forcefully pulled her beautiful head towards him. "Ah!" Jessica cried out in pain, only to find
herself facing the boy's terrifyingly thick penis. The hot, erect shaft pressed against
her tear-streaked face, still throbbing.
"You know what I want you to do, don't you?" The boy chuckled, loosening his belt. Kneeling before him was the
archmage's mature body, a thousand years older than the goddess's apostle, and now he wanted her to remember
the taste of being a woman.
"No...don't...make me...do this..." The boy's trousers fell down in front of her, Jessica
's lily-like beautiful face was already covered in shame, she pleaded shyly in the darkness, her ears filled with
the moans of women. Even after a thousand years of life, her female instincts knew what he wanted her to do
.
"Slap!" The boy only lightly slapped her, but it made Jessica dizzy and her ears ring, and she couldn't help but
cry.
"Please...you...don't...I...can't..." Faintly, her vaginal cavity still sensitively
responded to the stinging sensation on her cheek.
In the excretion just now, the dignity bestowed upon her by the goddess Lucilis had been destroyed in that pool of filth
. She forgot that in front of many people she was still a high and mighty archmage, only knowing that she was
a weak mother being held captive by her son.
The boy grabbed her hand and placed it on his penis. The beautiful mother, covering her face,
could only reluctantly grasp the boy's penis with a mixture of shame and remorse. Perhaps it was the darkness, but the
weapon that had once violated her anus was far larger than she remembered, and her lower abdomen swelled.
Her son's erect penis, hot and strong, throbbed between her fingers, seemingly still swelling
. Just thinking of it inside her made Jessica gasp softly. Even if
it wasn't considered a violation of her genitals, this was not something an apostle of Lucilis could do, much less
something a mother could do to her son.
"Goddess... forgive me... just one more time!" Her hand gently grasped the boy's penis.
"You... really... want me to do this?" The darkness concealed her silent submission
, revealing a beautiful and alluring maternal instinct.
The penis was gently caressed by the nominal mother, and in the darkness, the boy's hand, which had been tightly clutching his hair, loosened
, slowly stroking down to gently support Jessica's head. The pungent smell of men aroused her fragile body.
"No, don't do this..." Jessica, tormented by the familiar sensation in her abdomen for the past few days,
had no strength left to escape, only able to weakly gasp.
The tip of the glans slowly touched her moist lips, the shame gradually
replaced by the surge from her uterus. The clear fluid flowing from the tip of his penis lingered on her alluring lips, carrying the boy's strong scent. Jessica
's heart went numb; her uterus spasmed in waves.
The young maid beside her couldn't help but scream during her orgasm, followed by low, helpless moans,
completely inexperienced.
As if urged, she finally opened her mouth, completely losing the will to resist. A soft tongue
emerged from between her lips, slowly moving closer, the small tip touching the sensitive tip of the young penis.
The boy trembled. He had never imagined that Jessica, with her dignified appearance, could make him so weak-willed,
completely unlike his wanton mother from the Calradia family. Jessica, kneeling before him, was filled with
maternal tenderness and submissiveness, making him unconsciously stroke her hair. Her soft tongue deftly
circled the boy's glans, then licked down the swollen side to the base of the shaft, eliciting a groan from the boy.
His sound made the numb Jessica realize her actions in the darkness. She didn't know why she
was so skillfully serving the sixteen-year-old boy before her, her cheeks flushed, shyly letting long-dormant
desire surge within her mature body.
Casado…
"Mother…" The boy slid his hand from behind her head to beside her ear, tracing the strands of hair, touching her delicate
cheek.
Did he only see her as a mother?
"Mom...Mom...your tongue..." The boy groaned, oblivious to everything
around him. Jessica's long, slender fingers were stroking him while her tongue slid along the cleft of his glans. The licking motion
was full of maternal tenderness, causing him to bend down and stroke her neck, then her bare, sensitive
back. His penis began to move in and out between Jessica's fingers, occasionally touching her lips.
The boy wanted to take it into his mouth, and he thought shamefully, "...Want...Mom...to take it into your mouth?" Jessica,
filled with maternal tenderness, breathed softly, but could only respond to her child's actions, shyly and
obediently opening her mouth to swallow the ever-growing penis. "Ah..." The boy, gently being held in her mouth, showed a shy and innocent look, just like when 　　he was being guided to perform oral sex
by his mother for the first time . 　　 The boy's penis was enveloped in Jessica's warm, moist mouth. Her nimble tongue, licking and curling with saliva 　　, traced the edge of his glans, making his breathing heavier. It felt as if he were truly violating a gentle, submissive mother 　　, which made him involuntarily hold Jessica's head and thrust in and out of her mouth. 　　 Jessica was forced to lift her beautiful chin, letting the boy slowly penetrate her. She only 　　offered a weak resistance with her tongue, allowing the boy's rapidly swelling penis, lubricated by saliva, to slide directly 　　into the depths of her soft throat. Jessica trembled and made a muffled sound as she was penetrated deep into her throat for the first time, but 　　she did not struggle. The feeling of being violated again made her swollen lower abdomen even more sensitive, causing her 　　to involuntarily stick her buttocks out. 　　 "Mommy...I want you...Mommy..." The boy's involuntary cries finally brought 　　shame to Jessica. She trembled weakly with each thrust, letting out soft, shameful moans. This maternal 　　shame, however, only made her unable to stop her hand from secretly reaching between her thighs. 　　 "At...at this...time..." 　　 Her fingertips pressed against her thin lace panties. 　　 I...am truly...a wanton...mother... 　　 "Ugh...ugh..." As the young penis penetrated her throat, Jessica trembled, letting her 　　fingers shamefully touch her most sensitive spot. "Ah!!" Even her uterus shuddered involuntarily 　　. With each of the boy's movements, her mature, sensual body convulsed in pleasure in the darkness, self-pleasuring. 　　 The boy held Jessica's head tightly, feeling her throat contract involuntarily with each deep thrust into her throat 　　, even her body tensing. Withdrawal always brought forth a 　　painful and shameful moan from the mature woman. Already weakened by self-pleasure, Jessica didn't struggle, only obediently 　　arching her neck to endure his increasingly deeper penetrations. 　　 The boy panted, the noble and elegant archmage seemingly knowing better than his Calradian mother how to gently 　　please young desires. In the darkness, he seemed to see the 　　archmage's shameful expression in her suppressed moans, her hazy eyes peering through her disheveled hair. But he couldn't see that 　　between her rounded thighs beneath her skirt, his submissive stepmother was still secretly and shamefully self-pleasuring. 　　 "Mom...I...I'm going to...shoot...in...your mouth..." The boy and Jessica's breathing 　　quickened simultaneously. His erect penis, at its limit, plunged deeper into her delicate throat, causing 　　the archmage playing with him to twitch sensitively. Her sweat-drenched body was on the verge of collapse. 　　 Shoot...in...like...shoot...in...your mother's...throat... 　　 something made her lift her eyes, gazing with a captivating, maternal tenderness at the 　　young body about to erupt in her mouth. 　　 The boy tensed his back muscles, holding Jessica's head tightly. His penis forced its way through her throat, plunging deep into his mother's 　　depths, making it impossible for her to breathe or even moan. 　　 With each thrust, waves of hot semen pounded against the walls of her throat. Jessica 　　could only helplessly comply; the thick, foul-smelling liquid even overflowed from her mouth, slowly 　　trickling down her chin. Already overly sensitive, Jessica was nearly fainted from the stimulation of this ejaculation. Finally, amidst 　　the spasms of her uterus, she released her fluids from her vaginal opening. As she climaxed, her entire body convulsed so violently that even her previously 　　over-dilated anus tightened.

The apostle of Lucilis, the goddess of light; the protector of Northern Lucadia; the guardian of a thousand years; the greatest
archmage—these titles were either distant memories or no longer important to Jessica. She
had never been Kasador's woman, but now she had completely become the woman of this child before her,
across four hundred years, in the name of motherhood.
The boy's slowly softening penis slipped from her mouth. He crouched down, holding her head, panting
. Jessica slowly swallowed the thick semen in her mouth; she almost enjoyed
the feeling of it sliding down her throat and into her stomach.
"This child… seems to have ejaculated a lot…"
But the boy's penis remained erect before her, exuding the scent of semen.
Brushing aside the disheveled black hair that fell beside her ear, the beautiful archmage looked at her child, obediently extending her tongue to
gently lick his still quite thick penis clean. Such tenderness was too much for the young man to resist
. He leaned down, lifted her delicate chin, and gently kissed her. Amid Jessica's slight struggle,
his young, strong tongue once again invaded the mature mother's lips, entwining with her soft, delicate tongue.
The young man's hands reached down and tightened around Jessica's body, the force of his movements making her weak.
Without a word, she was lifted up and pressed onto the armchair beside him. The young man caressed
her full breasts while impatiently untying the straps at her back.
Jessica, her cheeks flushed, panted softly, and shyly pleaded in the young man's ear, "No...not here
...please...
"

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