Extra Chapter.
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"It doesn't matter now. Most importantly, Yusuke is right in front of me... open and powerless... fufufu~" Eleonora licked her finger, her steps quickening. When she reached him, she knelt down and pushed the two girls aside. "Move! I want to check on him first."
"Checking him?" Ravel and Isabella stared at her with matching frowns.
"Yes! Are you going to disobey me?" Eleonora shot them a single sharp glare, and that was enough to make both girls fall silent and step back.
Satisfied that they understood their place, Eleonora smiled faintly. Her hands moved toward him, trembling slightly from excitement. When her fingers brushed against his skin, a shiver of euphoria coursed through her entire body, starting from her fingertips.
She closed her eyes and leaned closer, drawing in a slow breath as she inhaled Yusuke's addictive scent.
She had dreamed every day and night of being this close to him, touching him, breathing him in like this.
The reason the three women's submission had not risen as sharply as the others was because of Eleonora. She had shared her suspicions with them and taken them away in time. Otherwise, at least Ravel and Isabella would have already reached the Devote level like the rest.
Hot steam escaped from Eleonora's mouth and nose as she lowered her head ever so slowly, her warm breath brushing against his face. She extended her wet tongue and traced it along his cheek, then over the tip of his nose, before finally reaching those coveted lips. With an intoxicated look in her eyes, she licked them slowly, tasting them, memorizing them.
Under Ravel and Isabella's watchful gaze, she pressed her lips against his, drawing them into a lingering kiss, savoring them as if they were the finest wine or the most exquisite delicacy.
A few moments later, simple kisses were no longer enough. She reached out and gently held his chin, opening his mouth. Her tongue slipped inside without hesitation, exploring, seeking, tangling with his in a deep, possessive kiss.
Her free hand cradled the back of his head, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him steady as she deepened the kiss, the kiss turned wetter, and hungrier. Soft, lewd sounds slipped from her throat each time their tongues tangled together, her lips pressing harder against his as if she wanted to devour him whole.
Her breathing grew heavier as she continued to taste him without restraint, completely indulging in this moment that she had fantasized about for so long.
A rush of exhilaration and liberation flooded Eleonora's mind, an ecstasy sharper and more overwhelming than anything she had ever known. Her knees trembled against the floor as pleasure coiled tight inside her body.
She clutched Yusuke harder, with her arms wrapping around his face and neck, pressing her body to his until her large, soft breasts flattened against his chest. The back of her dress darkened in a spreading patch as love juice flooded from between her thighs, soaking through the fabric in hot waves. She cum just from the kiss alone, a soul-shaking orgasm ripping through her.
The pleasure was countless times more intense than anything she had ever drawn from her water jutsu. It could not even compare!
Her entire body shuddered violently against him, her thighs squeezing together. Tears slipped from the corners of her closed eyes, mingling with the wetness already coating her cheeks as she clung to him, riding out the mind-breaking climax with muffled moans against his mouth.
When their kiss finally parted, Eleonora pulled back slowly. A long, thick string of saliva stretched between their mouths, glistening obscenely in the dim light before it snapped with a faint, wet sound. The strand fell away, leaving a thin trail on her chin that she ignored.
She licked her lips, savoring the lingering warmth of him, then brushed them with her index finger, tracing their shape as if engraving this moment into her mind. Her blue eyes were fixed on Yusuke's face. They glowed with a deep, obsessive light, intense and almost feverish, her pupils blown so wide they nearly devoured the blue around them.
Her huge breasts rose and fell heavily with each breath, straining against the fabric of her dress. The motion made them bounce visibly, the soft weight shifting with every inhale, her stiff nipples pressing clearly through the thin material. Sweat had begun to bead along her collarbones and in the deep valley between them, catching the low light in tiny points of brightness.
"M-mom, can… I do it too?"
Ravel's soft voice snapped her back to her senses. She turned her head, glancing at Ravel before replying lightly, "You will… soon. For now, why don't you find something else to keep yourself busy until I'm done?"
Ravel's eyes moved back and forth between Eleonora and Yusuke. How was she supposed to wait any longer? Yusuke stood right in front of her. But with Eleonora there, she couldn't gather the courage to go against her. In the end, she lowered her head and answered softly.
"…Alright."
She walked to a chair and sat down, spreading her legs as she lifted her skirt. White lace panties came into view, already darkened and clinging transparently to her lower lips, the crotch soaked through. Clear trails of love juice glistened on her inner thighs, running in slow lines toward her knees.
Ravel kept her eyes locked on Yusuke the entire time. Her right hand slipped between her spread thighs, fingertips brushing the drenched lace before pushing it aside. Two fingers slipped inside, then began moving in slow circles over her clit. A soft, trembling sigh escaped her lips as her hips rocked forward into her own touch.
Isabella, on the other hand, had also wanted to speak. Yet when she saw that Eleonora no longer seemed willing to entertain anyone, she bit her lip and moved to the sofa instead.
She dropped onto the cushions and immediately raised both long legs, hooking them over the armrest. Her hands moved to the waistband of her tight jeans, tugging them down just far enough to expose the thin black thong beneath. The fabric was already stretched taut over her mound, a visible damp spot spreading at the center. Isabella pushed the thong to the side with one finger and slid two others straight into her entrance, pumping slowly at first, then faster. Her free hand found her clit, rubbing circles in time with the thrusts of her fingers.
"Haahn… hmm… ehhh… ahn…"
The sounds spilled from her in soft, little moans that mingled with Ravel's quieter gasps and the wet rhythm of their hands moving between their legs. Both women kept their eyes fixed on Yusuke, watching every detail; the way his chest rose and fell, the faint sheen of saliva still on his lips from Eleonora's kiss, the obvious bulge straining against his pants.
In the entire Phenex House, the one with the highest authority was Eleonora. She had cornered her husband to the point that he didn't even dare raise his head in front of her. Her sons respected her and feared her, especially after the changes she had undergone recently. Ravel, who knew her mother's methods all too well, feared and respected her just the same. The other peerage members feared her even more.
So even though Isabella wanted nothing more than to be as close as possible to Yusuke, she understood one thing clearly. If she defied Eleonora's will at this moment, she would lose this precious chance.
Eleonora rose slowly to her feet, her movements graceful despite the faint tremble in her legs from the orgasm that she had just experienced. She reached behind her back, fumbling with her fingers for the zipper of her red dress. The fabric resisted at first, the metal tab catching stubbornly, but she tugged harder until it finally gave way with a soft rasp.
The dress loosened around her shoulders. She shrugged it off in one motion, letting the red material slide down her arms, over her hips, and pool at her feet in a crumpled heap, revealing her alluring milf body.
She stood there in nothing but an ultra-thin blue-and-black bra and a matching Lorraine thong. The bra was so thin that her stiff pink nipples pressed clearly against the lace, so hard and pronounced that it looked as though they might pierce straight through the fragile fabric.
The thong fared even worse; the front panel had turned almost transparent from how thoroughly soaked it was. A steady trickle of her lewd fluid escaped the edges, forming a thin, sticky trail that ran down the inside of one thigh before dripping in slow, heavy drops onto the floor beneath her.
She bent down once again, she placed both hands on his chest, her thumbs brushed downward, to the waistband of his pants as she pressed her body against his once more. The hard points of her nipples dragged across his shirt, sending a visible shiver through her own body.
Yusuke's clothes were mostly ruined by Venelana's orb. The back of his shirt had been completely shredded, leaving torn fabric hanging in rough strips, and his pants were not in much better shape, scorched and ripped in several places as if they had barely survived the blast.
Eleonora reached out with one hand and gave the ruined shirt a single, firm pull. Threads snapped instantly. The entire shirt tore apart like paper, falling away in useless scraps to reveal his upper body.
Her hands slid down, and she treated his pajama pants the same way, or what little remained of them.
"So big... and thick... amazing!"
With the last of the annoying clothes gone, Eleonora finally took in his body without obstruction. Her eyes locked straight onto the thick, veiny length jutting upward, rigid and proud, angled toward the sky as if ready to pierce through anything in its path like a spear. Ravel and Isabella were so mesmerized by the sight that their hands stilled completely, their movements dying mid stroke as they stared with their mouths parted.
Eleonora reached out slowly, her fingers wrapping around the base of Yusuke's shaft. Her hand looked tiny against his girth; she could barely close her grip fully, her thumb and fingers straining to meet on the other side. The heat of him against her palm, his thick veins throbbing under her touch, the sheer size and power of it making her breath stop.
Compared to this mighty, magnificent cock, her husband's had been so weak and thin, so utterly pathetic. Just the memory of allowing that other man to touch her filled her with a wave of revulsion so intense it twisted her stomach.
She felt dirty and tainted, as though his mere existence had left an invisible stain on her skin and soul. The disgust clawed at her insides; she wanted to scrub herself and scour every inch until no trace remained.
But she knew the only thing that could truly cleanse her was Yusuke.
Only her Yusuke could fill her completely, stretch her pussy until every unwanted memory dissolved beneath the overwhelming pleasure of him buried deep inside her. Only his hot, sticky cum flooding into her, coating her trembling walls, could paint her womb white and smother every wrong touch, reshape her body and mind to fit him perfectly until she belonged to him alone, marked through and through, inside and out.
Imagining the scene of his cock buried deep inside her, Eleonora grew impatient. She quickly straddled him and lifted her waist. Her fingers shook slightly as she reached down, hooking the soaked crotch of her Lorraine thong to the side.
The thin fabric peeled away from her lower lips with a wet sound, exposing her completely. A steady waterfall of love juice poured from her entrance, dripping in thick, continuous streams that splashed onto the head of his cock and ran down the shaft.
She gripped his cock with both hands, guiding it toward her flooding pussy. With trembling hands, she lowered herself until the tip of his cock kissed her cunt, then pressed down, stretching her tight hole as he slowly slipped inside. "Ahn~! So good! Inside! Yusuke... is finally inside me!!! Ahnnn! This feeling is so good! I'm cumming!"
The mental and physical pleasure of feeling him enter her made Eleonora climax on the spot, releasing a jet of love juice that sprayed in a high arc through the air before landing across Yusuke's chest and abs.
Craving even more pleasure, Eleonora lowered herself completely, taking his cock to the hilt. Just as she had imagined, it stretched her walls so tightly she could feel his thick veins scraping along her inner flesh, the tip of his cock smashing directly against her womb and pressing into it as if trying to force its way through her cervix.
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