Supreme Hunter of Beautiful Souls

Chapter 539: In Mommy’s Asshole (R-18)

His fingers, already deeply lodged in her anus, didn’t stop.

They moved with a slow, cruel cadence, entering and exiting the tight muscular ring, which now contracted around them in involuntary spasms of shock and escalating pleasure.

"Are you going to come?" he questioned, his voice a moist, intimate whisper in her ear, while his fingers continued their meticulous work, curving slightly inward, searching for that point of internal pressure that would make her collapse.

Elion’s body trembled violently.

"P-paraahhnn~!" The moan was a gush, hoarse and broken, more an acknowledgment of the inevitability than a denial. Her hands, gripping the cold edge of the bathtub, whitened at the knuckles.

She tried to push her hips back to escape the invasion, but the movement only drove his fingers deeper, making her gasp with a new peak of sensation.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against his back.

"You didn’t answer me, Mommy." The taunt in his voice was wrapped in a false sweetness, a wicked contrast to the brutal action of his fingers.

He increased the pace, the digging becoming faster, dirtier, the wet, obscene sound echoing in the silent bathroom, competing only with her panting breath.

"Don’t be mean— Ahhnn!!" Her protest turned into a shrill scream as he used his thumb to press against her perineum, the sensitive bridge of flesh between the double penetration, crushing it in a grip of overwhelming stimulation.

Her body arched, her heavy breasts swaying, drops of water and sweat trickling down her spine. The vaginal opening, still moist and slightly open, pulsed empty, yearning.

Then he stopped.

Suddenly.

His fingers remained buried inside her, motionless, a static and agonizing presence. The sudden absence of movement was torture. Elion groaned, a sound of deep frustration and need.

"Only if you come." He dictated the terms, his voice firm, non-negotiable. It was a challenge and a promise. A delicious threat.

Elion’s mind swam in a haze of condensed pleasure. She knew she was on the verge, her body trembling at the limit, but the proud part of her resisted yielding so easily under such coercion.

"I-I won’t come just with fingers— Ah!" She tried to speak firmly, but the last syllable turned into a sharp moan as he, very slowly, began to move his fingers again, an endless, piercing rotation.

He leaned even further forward, his lips touching the shell of her ear.

"Is that so?" He whispered, and then his fingers retracted almost completely, only the tips still breaking through the sphincter, before plunging back in with full force, in a single deep and conquering thrust.

That was the last straw.

Her resistance crumbled. Her voice came out as a lament, a complete and ardent surrender.

"I-if you want me to come—" She gasped, her body trembling uncontrollably, her inner muscles tightening in a convulsive grip around his fingers. "Fuck me! Ahnn!!~"

The plea, shouted in the steam, was the key he had been waiting for.

A roar of primal satisfaction escaped Kael.

He withdrew his fingers from her anus with a wet pop that rang out loudly in the silence.

Before she could even notice the absence, his hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. With a single powerful movement, he pulled her back, off the edge of the tub, and bent her over the cold marble surface of the sink.

Her body bent obediently, her back arched, her buttocks offered... rosy, open, and inviting. Water trickled from her hair and back, forming puddles on the marble. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable.

And he didn’t make her wait. Guided by his hand, his member, still hard and relentless, didn’t seek the familiar moisture that had greeted it before. Instead, the broad, swollen tip found the tighter muscular ring, still throbbing and relaxed by the rough preparation of his fingers. With a grunt of effort and possession, he plunged into her.

"Kyahnn~!!" Elion cried out, a guttural sound muffled by the flesh of her own arm, where she buried her face. There was no water to cushion it, only the total, burning invasion. Kael paused for a second, buried deep inside, feeling the almost painful, incredibly hot and forbidding tightness around him.

He wrapped his arms around her, one hand gripping her breast, the other entwined in her wet hair, pulling her head back.

"Now you’re going to come," he growled, it was no longer a question, but a prophecy. And then he began to move.

The thrusts were short, brutal, and deep, each one rubbing every inch of the tight canal.

The sound was wet, obscene, of flesh against flesh. The marble sink trembled with the force of their encounters.

Elion no longer protested. Her moans were continuous, a cascade of broken sounds echoing off the tiled walls.

The initial pain merged with pleasure, transforming into an overwhelming sensation of absolute fullness, of being possessed in a way that surpassed all limits.

Kael’s hand left her breast and descended, finding her clitoris again, now accessible and swollen. His fingers circled in the same brutal rhythm as his thrusts. The double stimulation, internal and external, anal and clitoral, was catastrophic.

In less than a minute of the brutal fucking, Elion’s body stiffened.

A silent tremor ran through her, followed by a muffled, hoarse cry. Her anus contracted in chaotic, violent spasms around his member, a pulsating, irresistible grip.

She was coming, melting onto the sink, her orgasm forced out of her by the relentless combination of domination and pleasure.

Feeling the frantic grip, Kael let out a final growl and thrust himself into her to the hilt, his own hips trembling as he filled her deeply once more, his hot, deep ejaculation mingling with her internal spasms.

He collapsed onto her back, panting, the two of them stuck together by sweat, water, and the essence they had exchanged, her body still trembling beneath his against the cold marble.

"I filled your ass with cum~" He said, his voice a hoarse, satisfied murmur against the skin of her neck.

The smile was evident in his tone, an affirmation of conquest, of territorial marking.

Their lips meet the line of each other’s necks, not in a passionate kiss, but in a series of small, almost licking pressures that trace the path of sweat and water. It’s a gesture of possession, not tenderness.

Elion responds with a long, deep sigh that seems to come from his bones. It’s a sigh of complete exhaustion, of a body used and satisfied.

The tension in her muscles relaxes even further; she becomes even more limp beneath him. But there’s a thread of defiance, of a performed guilt, in the response that follows, her voice steeped in the same hoarseness of pleasure:

"You’re a terrible son, making your mother come by eating her ass~" The words are an accusation, but the tone is provocative.

It’s the same old game, the same theater where labels are used not to deny, but to intensify the heat of sin.

Kael doesn’t defend himself. He celebrates.

"You seem quite happy with this..." He observes, and it’s true. Even with his face partially hidden, the relaxed line of his shoulders, the way his buttocks still pressed meticulously against hers, all conveyed a deep, animal satisfaction.

He then added, his voice taking on a tone of practical and perversely intimate observation: "...your insides are full and won’t let go of my cock."

She did, in fact, feel the warm, distended pressure inside her, the way her own muscles, treacherous, clung to him, reluctant to let him go, trying to suck up every last drop. It was an undeniable physical truth, more intimate and embarrassing than any word of love.

He didn’t move to pull out. Instead, his hips made a tiny movement, a deliberate and deep rotation that rubbed his already hypersensitive flesh against her inner walls. A low moan escaped her lips, a weak and utterly false sound of protest.

"Stop..." Elion murmured, turning his face to the side against the cold marble. "It’s over. You... you’ve done what you wanted."

Kael laughed, a soft, vibrant sound she felt on her own back. His hand, still entwined in her hair, tugged gently, forcing her to arch her neck slightly more, exposing the line of her throat.

"Over?" He repeated, his mouth lingering on the damp skin of her shoulder. "Mom, do you really think that’s how it works?"

He began to move again. This time, it wasn’t brutal thrusts, but a series of slow, almost lazy, back-and-forth movements. It was a different kind of torture. Every inch of withdrawal was an agonizing loss, every thrust back, an overwhelming assertion of possession. His member, still hard inside her, seemed unaffected by her own release. It was as if her orgasm had only fueled his resolve.

"You asked me to fuck you," he reminded her, his voice a wet whisper in her ear. "You didn’t specify for how long. And now..." Another slow, deep thrust, making her swallow a sigh. "...now you’re all open, all soft inside. Made for me. How could I stop?"

Elion tried to close her legs, a reflexive act of futile modesty, but her knees were already weak, slippery on the water on the floor. The movement only tightened her thighs, creating a different, more constrictive sensation that made Kael sigh with pleasure.

"This... isn’t fair," she whimpered, but her hips, of their own accord, began to make a small circular motion to find the angle of that excruciating rotation.

"Fair?" He seemed genuinely to consider the word for a second, while his hands moved down to firmly grasp her hips, holding her in place for his rhythmic movements. "You’re right. It’s not fair. It’s mine. You’re mine."

The statement, made with a simplicity that left her breathless, was followed by a change of pace. He found a new angle, a depth that made Elion’s eyes widen, her mouth open in a silent ’o’ of shock. He was hitting something deep, an internal pressure point that hadn’t been touched before, sending electric waves of pleasure straight to her clitoris, which still throbbed sensitively.

"Ah! There... not there—" Elion tried to protest, but her words turned into a meaningless stammer. Her body began to tremble again, not with the violence of the first orgasm, but with the precursor tremors of something that was building more slowly, more insidiously.

Kael felt it. He always felt it. His rhythm became meticulous, relentless, aiming at that same point with the precision of an artisan. His hand slid down again, brushing over her wet sex, but this time his fingers didn’t go for her clitoris. Instead, they slid forward, finding the vaginal opening that was empty, throbbing, and absurdly wet.

"So wet here too," he observed, his voice hoarse with concentrated effort. "All this stuff dripping out of you... and your little ass is still squeezing me so tight. You’re insatiable, aren’t you?"

Shame was a sharp taste in her mouth. She was. God help her, she was. The anal orgasm had been overwhelming, but it had left a vague, deep itch that the previous vaginal penetration hadn’t filled. Her body, treacherous and greedy, wanted more. It wanted to be filled in every way.

When the tip of his finger slid inside her vagina, easy as could be, Elion cried out. It was a sound of pure surrender. It was a less brutal, more intimate double penetration, with his member in her anus and his finger in her vagina, filling her completely, occupying every empty space.

"Kael... please..." She no longer knew what she was asking for. To stop? To continue? To finish her off once and for all?

"Please, what, Mommy?" He whispered, his rhythm quickening, the thrusts becoming deeper, his finger inside her curving to find her G-spot. "Tell me. Tell me what you want."

Elion couldn’t, because... She was already squirting again~ "Ahhhhhhnnnn~!!!"