In the privacy of her chambers, Lady Akari continued masturbating with frantic intensity. In the glowing crystal projection, Elias pounded relentlessly into Lady Seraphina's pink, dripping-wet pussy in a deep missionary position. With every powerful thrust of his hips, Seraphina moaned loudly.
"Ah, yes, baby! Just like that… Fuck Mommy just like that!"
Seeing this, Lady Akari pumped her fingers even faster, thrusting three desperate digits deep into her own soaked core as she chased her orgasm with wild abandon.
But there was a huge problem.
Every time Elias drove deep inside her, Lady Seraphina demanded a deep, sloppy, passionate kiss. Because she was much taller than him, Elias could only bury his face between her massive breasts, sucking hungrily on her stiff nipples.
The sight disturbed Lady Akari on a primal level. It completely shattered the rhythm she had been building. Frustration boiled over inside her. She suddenly stopped moving her fingers and stared at the projection with burning, venomous jealousy.
"Damn it," she cursed under her breath, her voice trembling with rage and lust. "Why the fuck does she look like she's having so much fun with my son… while I can only masturbate here like some pathetic pervert?"
Lady Akari stood up gracefully, though the intense pleasure still coursing through her body made her stumble slightly. She lifted her gaze back to the crystal projection just as the sex reached its peak.
With one final, powerful thrust and a deep grunt, Elias buried himself completely inside Lady Seraphina and came hard, flooding her womb with thick, hot ropes of cum. He then slowly pulled out with a wet, lewd pop. A thick, creamy stream of his seed immediately gushed from her ruined, gaping pink pussy. Seraphina lay motionless on the bed like a thoroughly fucked goddess, breathing heavily.
Relieved, Lady Akari thought, *Finally, it's over.* She was about to head toward her bathroom when her personal spy, Sylvara Thorne, quietly slipped into the room carrying a broom and cleaning supplies. Sylvara gently closed the door behind her with a soft click.
At first, Lady Akari ignored her and continued walking. However, what she saw next instantly rekindled her arousal. She squeezed her thick thighs together as a fresh bead of her nectar leaked from her rich, dusky-brown pussy.
Sylvara moved silently, like a thief in the night. She approached the bed and stood respectfully before the dazed Lady Seraphina. In a soft, respectful voice, she asked, "Lady Seraphina, may I clean your well-fucked pink pussy?"
Though barely conscious, Seraphina gave a weak, exhausted nod of approval.
Sylvara bit her lower lip in anticipation, her eyes gleaming with lust. She gently climbed onto the bed, brought her face close to Lady Seraphina's cum-filled pussy, and began licking with shameless hunger. She first cleaned around her ass, then moved to the dripping folds, eagerly drinking the thick load of cum that poured out of her. At the same time, she slid two fingers into her own dark, hairy, dripping pussy and started fingering herself frantically.
The room soon filled with wet, sloppy sucking sounds, soft moans, and the occasional whimper from Lady Seraphina.
Watching the erotic display, the corner of Lady Akari's mouth twitched with a volatile mixture of burning jealousy and uncontrollable arousal.
Lady Akari shook her head with a soft sigh and turned away from the crystal projection. She walked toward her bathroom, craving a moment of calm.
The moment she stepped inside, the space enveloped her in profound tranquility. Sound itself seemed to soften, as though the entire room were wrapped in a cocoon of peace. Warm amber lighting glowed gently from concealed fixtures along the ceiling beams, reflecting off the smooth stone walls and bathing the room in a tranquil golden hue.
At the heart of the bathroom sat a deep hinoki wood soaking tub. Its pale timber carried a subtle, soothing aroma of cypress that mingled beautifully with the humid air. The tub was perfectly proportioned for one person, inviting her to sink fully into the steaming mineral water. Thin wisps of steam rose continuously, drifting upward and softening the edges of the room in a gentle haze.
The flooring consisted of finely cut natural stone tiles — slightly textured underfoot to prevent slipping, yet polished enough to feel luxuriously refined. A gentle warmth radiated from beneath them, keeping the floor pleasantly heated.
To one side lay a minimalist washing area arranged with meticulous care: a small wooden stool, a hand-held shower, a stone basin, and neatly aligned ceramic dispensers of soap and shampoo. Everything was uncluttered, perfectly aligned, and purposeful.
Lady Akari slowly sank into the steaming mineral water, allowing its soothing heat to envelop her. She tilted her head back toward the ceiling, desperately trying to relax.
Yet deep down, guilt surged through her like a cold, treacherous undercurrent.
Her conscience whispered sharply: *What are you doing? He is your son.*
A gentler, more rational voice pleaded with her: *Akari, please stop this. You watched that boy grow up. Remember when he was just a little kid and called you "Big Mommy" because you were the first wife of the house?*
As those tender memories collided violently with her dark, forbidden obsession for Elias, her deep, dark eyes grew dull and distant. She murmured softly to herself,
"God… what am I even doing?"
Inside Lord Valerian Nightshade's private chamber, the air hung heavy with the raw, musky scent of sex after their intense cowgirl ride. Elias and Lady Seraphina lay sprawled together on the wide velvet sofa, their bodies glistening with sweat and spent passion.
Lady Seraphina spread her long, toned thighs wide in shameless abandon. From her thoroughly fucked pink pussy, a thick, creamy load of Elias's cum leaked steadily. The warm seed dripped in slow, obscene rivulets down her swollen folds, over her tight little asshole, and onto the sofa cushion beneath her. It pooled there in a glistening puddle before spilling over the edge, dripping in heavy droplets onto the polished marble floor.
She stretched both arms luxuriously above her head, legs splayed open like a lewd offering, her full breasts heaving with each lazy breath. Her head lolled back against the sofa, tilted toward the ceiling, smoke curling from the premium cigar she held between manicured fingers — stolen from Lord Valerian Nightshade's private collection. With half-lidded eyes glowing with pure, sated bliss, she took a slow drag, exhaled a thick plume of fragrant smoke, and let a wicked little smirk curve her lips.
*Hmm… if that slutty maid Sylvara Thorne were here right now, she'd already be on her knees, tongue buried deep in my cum-filled pussy, licking every last drop like the greedy whore she is. Too bad the Obsidian Veil only allows Elias's faction inside. What a pity.*
The thought made her smirk deepen. Satisfied and utterly spent, she drifted into a deep, contented sleep on the sofa.
Elias rested beside her, one hand possessively cupping her right breast while his cheek pressed against the soft, warm swell of her other tit. His cock, still semi-hard and slick with their mixed juices, twitched occasionally. The last thick beads of cum — and Lady Seraphina's own creamy release — leaked lazily from the tip, adding to the messy, glistening puddle beneath them.