NOVEL NEXT Chapter 92: I Might as Well…
(Syrilblia’s POV)
I did see Alti’s carriage on the fly here, but he was very far away. I had plenty of time to do what I wanted to convince Amona of. Speaking of which, I looked around the throne room, and her private study, but I couldn’t find her…
Syrilblia: “Where is Queen Amona?” I ask a random maid.
Random Maid: “In her private room, Lady Syrilblia.” She answered with a bow.
With that, I knew where the woman was. As such, I quickly made my way to her little private room. Of course, I still had a key to it. Amona had gratefully re-entrusted it to me, after all.
Amona: “Ah~.” She moaned.
The woman had her back against the headboard of the bed, intensely rubbing her flower and moaning all the way. I wonder why she was so horny? It wasn’t like it has been a long time since we last had sex…
Amona: “Syrilblia…” She said, not even being embarrassed, shambling off the bed, and walking over to me.
Syrilblia: “…”
Oh, she was in heat, just like how Beatrice was a while back. Hm… I didn’t realize that Amona wanted my child so much. Oh, well. I might as well give her one!
Amona: “I want your child… please give it to me.” She pleaded, taking my fingers and sucking on them lewdly.
Syrilblia: “Soon, your son will be here to request a ridiculous thing from you. Do you still wish for it? If you want… I will give you a child.” I reply.
Amona: “…Are you trying to make me want your child even more? Oh, I cannot wait any longer… Please take pity on this old lady’s needy pussy, and seed it!” She said, practically dragging me to bed.
Her request was blatant, and even though she wasn’t my concubine, I saw no reason to not impregnate the cute woman. Despite her claims of being old, this woman had already become a demon.
And due to my goddess-like massages, her body was absolutely perfect. Alluring in all the best ways, not a single blemish besides a cute mole here and there.
Slick!
Like with Beatrice, everything about this situation was screaming for me to do as I pleased. To seed this mature woman, a queen. A woman that had willingly killed off her own husband, all so that she would receive my touch.
Amona: “Oh… ah~!” She moaned like crazy.
In no time at all, the queen had squirted everywhere. While she was recovering, I took off my clothes and lingerie, and then I helped the wriggling woman do the same.
Placing my sex on her face, Amona didn’t need any instruction from me at all, soon lapping up my special kitten with gusto. I also lapped her sex. With skill that made her lovingly moan into my pussy, which oddly felt quite good.
Squirt!
Wow… it must be magic, as Amona and I had squirted at the same time. Right now… I didn’t even care about Alti. I was fully focused on fucking his mother into oblivion, and seeding her awaiting womb.
Much 69ing Later.
Endlessly, we made each other orgasm. It wasn’t until Amona had a dreamlike look on her face that I switched positions. Like with Beatrice and many other women, I had placed my flower upon hers.
Rub!
As we rubbed them together, we embraced and kissed. Most of my girls have very pretty flowers, and this girl was no exception. The difference was that; hers had many folds and bumps due to her age.
The feeling of said bumps and folds, rubbing against my smooth mountain of a pussy, was to die for. I lost track of how many times that I had squirted on, and into her sex.
Amona: “Oooooh~!” She mewed out, arching her waist up, and having her eyes rolled back into her head.
The sight was so damn hot… I wanted to continue. But I didn’t wish to hurt the woman, so I stopped and let her finish orgasming. Once she did, Amona looked at me with loving eyes.
Amona: “With that… I am sure that you’ve impregnated me, Syrilblia.” She said with a happy smile.
Syrilblia: “I think so too. Even without a male tool… I can tell that your womb lowered, offering its baby room for my amazing seed. Regardless, congrats on the new daughter.” I reply with a giggle.
Amona: “Now that I am pregnant… is it over?” She asked.
A question that… didn’t need a verbal answer. While asking it, she had spread her flower once more with her fingers, which showed signs of wanting more pleasure.
Slick!
This was us mating, so there was no reason to hold back anymore. Doing what I like the most, I fingered her sodden kitten, all the while licking her armpits. These skilled actions won me many moans and orgasms from the girl.
While she orgasmed her little mature mind out, I went over to her special cabinet of treats. Taking out that milk potion, I quickly swallowed it in one gulp.
By the time I did so, Amona returned to her still dulled senses. Looking at my face, she soon started to stare at my breasts, which were already leaking delicious milk.
Syrilblia: “Amona… do you want my milkies?” I seductively asked.
Amona: “…I want nothing more than to drink your milk.” She blatantly answered.
Using some force, which only succeeded, as I let her do so, Amona shoved me back on the bed. Straddling my waist, the woman started to suck on my nipples, drinking my milk.
It was beyond arousing… Besides, it does feel good to have a woman’s soft mouth and tongue ease out the milk from your breasts. That potion did have a downside, though…
One of the reasons why Amona is so happy that I accept doing this is because it actually hurts. Like my breasts were over their milk capacity, they needed to be milked. They ached like I hadn’t fed my nonexistent child in weeks…
Suck!
Though I did not touch her, Amona’s body had shaken with light orgasms from time to time. Cupping one of my breasts with both hands, she sucked and squeezed my milk out. When the flow of milk slowed down, she would switch the other breast.
Syrilblia: “Such ferocity… Either my milk tastes amazing, or you’re a very thirsty girl.” I say with a giggle, rubbing the breastfeeding woman that had a loving smile on her mature face.
Like my milk was some addictive drug, the woman didn’t really reply, and she just kept drinking and drinking. Hm… I wonder how long it will take for me to run out of milk?…
A Few Hours Later.
My milk ran out, and I refused to take on that pain once more. Even pregnant, Amona still wished for more pleasure. So I did, in fact, give it to her. As she sat on my lap, I rubbed her kitten, and I was also kissing her from behind.
Thud!
Instantly, the door was rudely thrown open. Though I did not know who it was, I am sure that it must have been that silly Alti. Now then, silly prince… how will you react when you see your mother in such a blissful and sexed out of her mind state?…