The Greyrat house lay wrapped in the deep, velvet silence of midnight.
Paul's snores rumbled softly from the master bedroom, heavy with exhaustion from another long patrol.
Rudeus slept curled in his small bed, light brown hair tousled across the pillow, one small hand still clutching his wooden practice sword.
The lanterns had long been extinguished, leaving only pale moonlight streaming through the open dining-room windows, silvering the very table where the family had shared stew and honey cakes just hours earlier.
Zenith moved through the house like a ghost in her thin white nightgown, the fabric clinging to every curve of her voluptuous body.
Her full, heavy breasts swayed gently with each step, nipples already stiff against the sheer material.
Her blonde ponytail hung loose down her back, swaying as she padded barefoot into the dining room.
Mike was waiting exactly where she had asked him to be—leaning against the far wall, cock already freed and thickly erect, veins pulsing in the moonlight.
The same table where Paul had laughed at goblin stories, where Rudeus had asked for seconds, where Lilia had eaten in watchful silence now waited for them, its wooden surface still faintly scented with bread and warmth.
Zenith didn't speak. She simply walked straight to him, rose on her toes, and kissed him with that same gentle, loving warmth she always carried—like a wife greeting her husband after a long day.
Their tongues slid together slowly, deeply, wet and sensual.
Mike's large, callused hands roamed her body, sliding under the nightgown to cup her bare ass, squeezing the soft cheeks before lifting her effortlessly onto the table.
The moment her ass touched the wood, Zenith parted her thighs wide, nightgown bunched at her waist, exposing her glistening, puffy pussy to the cool night air.
"Right here," she whispered against his lips, voice airy and affectionate, "where my family sat tonight… fuck me, Mike. Make me yours on our dinner table."
Mike groaned low in his throat and dropped to his knees between her spread legs.
He buried his face in her soaked cunt without hesitation, tongue dragging a long, filthy stripe from her dripping entrance all the way up to her swollen clit.
Zenith's head fell back, ponytail brushing the tabletop, a soft, breathy moan escaping her as his hot mouth devoured her.
He licked her with ravenous hunger—broad, flat strokes of his tongue through her slick folds, sucking her clit hard between his lips, two thick fingers plunging deep inside her and curling against that perfect spot.
The wet, obscene sounds filled the dining room: loud *schlurp… schlurp… schlick-schlick* as he ate her pussy like a starving man.
Zenith's hips rolled against his face, thighs trembling around his head. "Mike… oh gods… your tongue feels so incredible… right where we all ate dinner…"
Her heavy breasts heaved inside the nightgown, nipples diamond-hard.
Mike reached up with both hands, yanking the thin fabric down so her tits spilled free into the moonlight.
He palmed them roughly, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh, pinching and tugging her nipples while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.
Zenith came hard within minutes—walls clamping down around his fingers, a gush of hot juices flooding his mouth as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
Her body shuddered violently on the family table, breasts jiggling, ponytail whipping.
Mike rose, cock throbbing angrily, the broad head glistening with her cum. He gripped her thighs, spread them wider, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Zenith's mouth opened in a silent scream of pure ecstasy as his thick cock stretched her wide—every veined inch forcing her walls apart until his heavy balls slapped against her ass and he was buried to the hilt.
The table creaked loudly beneath her. He didn't start slow.
He fucked her hard—deep, punishing strokes that made her entire body jolt, her heavy tits bouncing wildly with every savage thrust. The wet *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* of his hips slamming into her soaked pussy echoed obscenely through the quiet house.
"Fuck… so tight… so wet for me even on your family's table," Mike growled against her ear, voice rough and low.
He pounded her relentlessly, the table rocking, dishes on the sideboard rattling faintly.
Zenith's legs locked around his waist, heels digging into his scarred back as she took every brutal inch.
"Deeper… Mike… claim me right here…" she gasped, voice trembling with pleasure, gentle even in the filthiest moment.
Her pussy clenched greedily around his girth, juices squirting around his cock with every deep plunge, soaking the wooden surface where her husband and son had eaten only hours ago.
Lilia watched it all from the shadowed corner of the hallway.
She had crept there the moment she heard the first soft moan, unable to stay away.
Now she stood pressed against the wall, nightgown hiked to her waist, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt, pumping furiously while her thumb rubbed her swollen clit in frantic circles.
Tears of guilt streamed down her flushed cheeks, but she couldn't stop.
The sight was too much—Zenith bent back on the family dining table, legs spread obscenely wide, heavy tits bouncing wildly as Mike railed her with long, powerful strokes.
The wet *PLAP-PLAP-PLAP* sounds were deafening in the silence.
Lilia's own pussy gushed around her fingers, juices running down her thighs.
'Right where we ate… where Rudeus had his honey cake… my fault… all my fault…' The guilt only made her fingers move faster, shame and arousal twisting into something unbearable.
Mike suddenly noticed her.
His dark eyes flicked to the shadows and locked onto Lilia—her trembling body, nightgown bunched at her waist, fingers plunging desperately into her soaked pussy, tears on her face. Their gazes met for one electric second.
He didn't stop.
He kept railing Zenith even harder, hips snapping forward with wet, brutal force, the table shaking violently.
His jaw clenched, veins standing out on his neck as he fought to keep his groans silent, breathing ragged through his nose.
The knowledge that Lilia was watching—touching herself to the sight—made his cock throb violently inside Zenith.
Zenith was lost in bliss, completely unaware, moaning softly with every deep thrust. "So good… so deep… right on our dinner table…"
Mike fucked her through two more shattering orgasms—her pussy squirting messily around his pistoning cock, juices puddling on the wood—before he finally pulled out with a wet *pop*.
Zenith slid off the table on shaky legs and dropped to her knees instantly, taking his glistening, vein-throbbing cock into her mouth like the devoted wife she was pretending to be.
She sucked him with filthy, loving hunger—deepthroating him until her nose pressed against his pubic hair, throat convulsing around the head, saliva pouring down her chin onto her bouncing tits.
Her head bobbed frantically, wet *GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK* sounds echoing as she worshipped every inch.
Mike's eyes never left Lilia's hidden form. He watched the maid finger herself desperately, watched her body shake with guilty pleasure, and an idea—dark, thrilling, dangerous—flashed through his mind.
He shelved it for later.
With a strangled groan he erupted. Thick, hot ropes of cum blasted straight into Zenith's eager mouth.
She swallowed every powerful spurt with soft, satisfied hums, throat working visibly, then licked him completely clean—tongue swirling the sensitive head, lapping at his balls until not a single drop remained.
They cleaned the table together in silence, wiping away every trace of their sin with a damp cloth.
Zenith adjusted her nightgown, gave Mike one last gentle kiss, and slipped back into the master bedroom beside her sleeping husband.
Mike left through the back door.
Lilia remained in the shadows long after, fingers still buried inside herself, body trembling with aftershocks and overwhelming guilt.
She had watched everything.
And deep down, she already knew she would be back to watch again.
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The next chapter is going to be the last chapter of Zenith, at least for now. I'm going to focus on Lilia.