Man and Snake 03

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Chapter Three: The Calm Before the Storm A
mature woman with long golden hair, red lips, and a voluptuous figure knelt before Kairi, her hand gripping his penis. Bathed in the silvery moonlight, his penis appeared exceptionally thick, the veins on it bulging as if one could see the red blood within. The woman frowned, licking her red lips to moisten her mouth, then began to vigorously lick the young master's penis. The purplish-red glans, moistened by saliva, shone with an unusual luster. The woman's lips clamped around the glans, moving it back and forth, her cheeks sunken. Kairi felt a surge of excitement, breathing heavily. This mature woman's oral skills were superb. Not only were her lips sexy, but her mouth's oral techniques were also incredibly wondrous. Compared to her vagina, her mouth was even more exquisite. Her slender tongue was incredibly agile, sometimes licking the glans, sometimes probing the urethral opening.
The moonlight was exceptionally bright, but no other stars could be seen. Kairi's consciousness could no longer distinguish between reality and dream; it was all so real, yet so unbelievable. A voluptuous mature woman is being manipulated by him on his own bed. Why? Is this his own consciousness? Or is it because he didn't ejaculate today and was stimulated by his grandmother? But this mature woman's figure and appearance are very different. Although she has blonde hair, does she look like his mother? There was a resemblance, but her mother didn't have such a voluptuous figure. Her mother was slender, and her height and build weren't quite the same; her mother was taller and had healthy, not particularly fair, skin, and firmer, more shapely hips. But her mother was also a beauty. Before her mother married, many sons of prominent British noble families were eager to marry her. Although she wasn't born then, the maids often mentioned it. Thinking of this, Carey's mind became even more hazy. His penis, licked by the mature woman, was filled with lust. Carey sat up in bed, patted the mature woman's plump buttocks, and said, "Stop licking, let me penetrate you!" The mature woman silently turned around, presenting her shapely buttocks to young Master Carey. Her fair, plump buttocks were flawless. Carey's hand pinched them; the skin was smooth and delicate. Holding her slender waist, he manipulated her, inserting his penis into her vagina. The vagina was incredibly folded and overflowing with lustful fluids. Although it wasn't as agile as her delicate tongue, it was still indescribably tight. Kelly straightened his back, thrusting his penis deep inside. The mature woman screamed, causing Kelly's penis to thicken even more. The mature woman could feel his penis growing thicker inside her vagina. She was secretly surprised, her brows furrowed. She lay on the bed, her vagina becoming even tighter. The young master manipulated her from back to front, his hands holding her slender waist. Her breasts swayed back and forth as he thrust forcefully, creating a beautiful scene under the dim moonlight. The mature woman's legs were pressed together, and this tightness aroused the young master's lust. He thrust forcefully and pulled out forcefully, each thrust seemingly using all his strength. "This mature woman's technique is so superb; she must be a veteran," the young master thought. Thinking this, he thrust even more fiercely. The mature woman was clearly enjoying it; her juices were already overflowing, dripping onto the sheets along her pubic hair. She cried out even louder, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, fuck me, faster!" Lying on the bed, she arched her slender waist, like a kitten stretching, arching higher and higher, her vaginal opening raised higher and higher. The young master thrust faster and faster. "Ah, ah, ah, young master, faster, ah, so good!" The mature woman was about to climax, the young master thought, his penis thrusting faster and faster. "The young master is about to ejaculate," the mature woman with golden breasts thought, her vagina tightening more and more. She sat up on the bed, straddling the young master's lap, and began to stroke his thick, dark red penis up and down. "Ah, ah, ah, young master, you really, ah, hurry, young master, fuck me, fuck me!" The mature woman's movements became faster and faster, and the young master's thrusts became faster and faster. The sounds of their bodies touching were even more intoxicating. Soon, the mature woman reached her climax. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth was wide open, "Ah..." Her waist movements became slower and slower, but gradually she began to convulse. Her vaginal opening also opened and closed on its own, and the flesh inside her vagina tightened more and more. A burst of vaginal fluid stimulated the young master's glans, giving him a feeling of pleasure, as if he was about to ejaculate. However, the stimulation of the vaginal fluid was much stronger. His penis trembled in the tight vagina, and his entire penis became as if it were alive, sucking, breathing, and trembling. This feeling was more stimulating than ejaculation. This kind of stimulation was something the young master had never experienced before. Perhaps because the feeling was too strong, the young master slowly fell asleep after ejaculating.
Was this a dream? Or reality? The young master lay on the bed, thinking and thinking, and slowly, he fell asleep. The previously bright, silvery moonlight gradually dimmed, and the faint stars began to appear. The next morning, Afra, as usual, went upstairs to knock on Kerry's door to help him get dressed, only to find that the young master had already gotten up, leaning naked against the bed, head down, fiddling with his penis in a daze. "Young master?" Afra asked softly. Kerry was now thinking. He was now certain that this was a dream, but why did it feel so real? A mature woman with golden hair had spent the night with him in his dream, yet he hadn't experienced any nocturnal emission? He had had erotic dreams before, but they always resulted in nocturnal emission, and in large amounts. Last night's dream was so intense, yet there wasn't a single stain on the sheets, and his penis felt perfectly normal, except that the hematoma on his scrotum seemed to have grown slightly.
"What?" the young master asked, looking up as he came to his senses. "Ah, nothing. Is your penis uncomfortable again, young master? Would you like me to suck it out?" Afra asked softly. Although a personal maid could do these things, she was still a virgin and had only given the young master oral sex. She was still quite shy about matters between men and women. "Ah, no need," Kelly said indifferently. "The people from the palace who are coming to pick us up will be here soon. Alright, let's change."
After changing, Kelly went downstairs to the dining room. Almost everyone had arrived, except for her mother and father. Her grandmother was sitting in the center, and Kelly sat in the chair to her grandmother's right. The chair to her left was for her mother. The other family members sat on either side of the table according to their seniority. Of course, the maternal instincts prevailed. Although other families also owned property in London or other cities, they were still required to have breakfast or dinner at the family gathering every week, a tradition that had been passed down for centuries. At the table, everyone would communicate and discuss the family business to facilitate family management.
Adult women in the family generally held power in England, such as managing a city's chamber of commerce or an economic sector, such as agricultural products, sugar, slaves, or metal trade. Carey's mother, Catherine, was mainly responsible for the economic management of overseas colonies, especially India. However, because her offspring was a boy, she had less and less say in the family.
After greeting his grandmother and other elders, Carey sat quietly and waited for his mother and father. A short while later, her father and mother came downstairs. Her mother's cheeks were flushed, and her fine hairs were damp with sweat, suggesting that her parents had been "playing" with each other again that morning. Catherine, accompanied by her husband, walked downstairs, but she was growing increasingly disliked him. Although he was still full of energy and sexually prolific, why hadn't she conceived since giving birth to Carey? Catherine was furious. She didn't know if it was her problem or his. Catherine only knew that if she didn't have a daughter, her status in the family would decline.
Her husband also knew the source of the problem, but he was helpless. He had searched overseas for countless aphrodisiacs and fertility remedies, trying countless times. Although his sexual ability hadn't diminished, Catherine hadn't gotten pregnant, and he was very worried about this. So he discussed it with his wife: the husband would seduce Catherine's mother, Carey's grandmother. After all, the grandmother was still the head of the family, and the power lay with her.
Catherine agreed with her mother... After greeting the elders from other families with a "good morning," she sat down. She had little appetite; her corset was so tight she almost vomited up her dinner from the previous night. After all, this was a royal summons, and a woman's attire and shapely figure were still very important.
Catherine asked her grandmother, "Mother, the royal carriage will be here soon. Is our family the only one summoned by the King today?" Her grandmother had already eaten. She rummaged through her plate of beef, cut off a piece, and used her knife and fork to hold it to the mouth of the dog under her grandmother's chair. It was a medium-rare steak, and the dog had chewed on it, leaving bits of meat and bones on the carpet. Her grandmother didn't respond, muttering to herself, "Look, this dog has been with me for so many years, and its eating manners are still so unsightly. Those who haven't been educated are definitely different." After saying this, her grandmother turned to the male servant and said, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and clean up!" The servant hurriedly began to clean up.
Grandmother wiped her mouth and looked at Carey beside her. Carey, who always disliked family matters, was engrossed in eating. Grandmother kindly cut a few more pieces of steak for Carey, then turned to everyone and said, "Our family has worked diligently for the British Empire for so many years, and the taxes we pay each year are almost the entire majority of the national treasury's revenue. The King has only summoned our family this time, naturally to cultivate a good relationship with us. You should all dress up a bit later, so as not to embarrass our Red Serpent family. This summons is known throughout the country, and many people are welcoming us to the palace!"
"Yes, our second sister acquired a lot of treasures in Africa, and made a fortune in America. When we get to the palace, she'll present some treasures to the King." It was the third sister, Sarah, who spoke. Dressed in military uniform, her short brown hair made her look incredibly dashing. Although she wasn't as tall as her mother, Catherine, her full hips and firm breasts were the envy of many. Sitting next to her was her older sister, Hailey, who was also a beauty with striking features and an elegant hairstyle. Her black-rimmed glasses, white shirt, and black high-waisted tight pants made her look very mature. These two beauties were the daughters of their grandmother's sister. One was good at literature and the other at martial arts. The elder sister was good at literature and had run most of the business in the Americas. The younger sister was good at martial arts and had excellent swordsmanship. She had won first place in the British national women's swordsmanship competition. Moreover, all the servants under her command were men with extraordinary martial arts skills. Whenever they went to Africa to capture slaves or negotiate business, the participation of the younger sister made things much easier. However, in terms of seniority, Kerry's mother naturally became the eldest sister, and they became the second and third sisters. Although there were many sisters, the other sisters did not participate, as their power and status were still insufficient. Currently, Kerry's mother's biggest internal enemies were her second and third sisters; the better they managed things, the more dangerous her own position
became. "Good, good, Hailey and Sarah, you two sisters have truly made a great contribution to the family. But when you get to the palace, remember, never flaunt your wealth or seek credit," the grandmother said with a smile. She was very happy to see her two nieces return home, but she still carefully said, "This time when we go to see the king, we don't seek any fame or fortune, nor do we seek more power. We only seek peace and stability for our family. I hope the other members of the family..." "Remember my words."
The family members in the restaurant nodded in agreement. After finishing their meal, they all went to their respective dressing rooms and had their servants tidy up. Soon, the royal carriage procession arrived.
Since there were so many family members, the procession was quite long. A man dressed in court attire stepped down from the first carriage of the procession. Judging from his attire, he was probably a knight. The baron said to the guards at the door, "This is a small gift I'm presenting to the Red Serpent family's grandmother. You two, please help me carry these gifts inside." After the two guards carried the gifts inside, the baron looked around and walked to a corner. The lady in the corner was also hiding, waiting for the baron furtively, but she was afraid that others would recognize her. The baron stepped forward, grinning wickedly, and said, "Lady Catherine, the King has made all the arrangements; he's just waiting for you and your family." Hearing this, Catherine felt relieved and said, "Good, Earl. If you do well this time, I'll give you even more rewards. I hope you'll put in a good word for me in the palace." The baron, still grinning wickedly, gazed at Catherine's attire. Her dress was undeniably sexy, with an extremely low neckline that accentuated her fair breasts, making her radiant. The baron grabbed Catherine's breasts with both hands and pressed his ugly, foul lips to hers, sucking the nectar from her mouth. His tongue darted incessantly into his own mouth. Although Catherine was disgusted and clenched her fists, she had no choice; after all, this plan couldn't be carried out without him.
[To be continued]

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