Ysara Vorhn.

Widowed Queen of the Kingdom of the Burning Ice.

The expert most likely to become the kingdom’s next Sixth-Stage Ancestor.

With over five hundred years of battles fought and honorable victories to her name, she was one of the few true Sword Masters on the entire continent.

Her swordsmanship surpassed even that of many who had already reached the sixth stage.

A woman of singular beauty, desired by countless men over the centuries, and yet none of them had ever managed to so much as brush their fingertips against her skin.

And there she was now, kneeling before Ethan Goldenveil, a "mere" third-stage Awakened whom she herself had once cradled in her arms as a baby—the very same boy who had once suckled from her own breasts.

Now it was her turn to suckle, but certainly not at his breast.

Ethan had already brought Amelia to her knees beside Ysara, and his mom’s eyes watched, half-mesmerized, as her closest friend sucked her son’s cock with devotion.

Ethan’s hips moved at a slow pace, his right hand firmly tangled in Ysara’s long white hair.

His thick cock plunged into and withdrew from that tight royal mouth, each thrust drawing out muffled moans that vibrated around his throbbing flesh.

With every jarring against her lips, her heavy breasts trembled beneath her, the twin white mounds rippling in a soft, hypnotic rhythm that followed each of his thrusts.

Ysara was already a complete mess.

Her eyes were rolled back in, her mouth drenched in saliva that ran down her chin in glistening strings, pattering onto the full curves of her breasts and sliding lazily down the generous slope of those pale mounds before vanishing below.

The young lord kept a gentle smile on his lips, feeling the warm, tight grip of that royal throat swallow every centimeter of his shaft.

He could already feel his own cock dangerously nearing its limit.

Ethan pulled his hips back, just enough to keep the head of his cock trapped between Ysara’s pink lips.

He wanted her to taste his cum, to feel each hot spurt filling that royal mouth until there was no space left, forcing her to swallow it all obediently.

The first jet of cum splashed against the roof of Ysara’s mouth—thick, viscous—and the second forced her to swallow immediately, her cheeks bulging with the flood of semen as she fought not to let a single drop escape past the corners of her lips.

"Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~ Gulp~"

She didn’t choke for even a second, swallowing that inhuman amount of cum with obedience, each gush sliding down her throat in a voracious pull, her slender neck visibly contracting with every swallow.

Ethan’s fingers, previously clenched tightly around those snow-white strands, finally relaxed, and his cock slipped from Ysara’s full lips with a wet pop, a thick thread of saliva and semen still connecting the two.

Gripping the base of his still-throbbing cock, he immediately guided it to Amelia’s lips, which were already half-open.

There, he unleashed two final shots, the thick cum flooding his own mother’s mouth.

She shuddered from head to toe as that sticky heat invaded her tongue.

When the cock finally left those pink lips, a third spurt struck Amelia’s delicate collarbone, the thick pearl of cum trickling slowly down her smooth skin until it vanished into the deep valley between her massive, round tits, painting shiny trails that meandered lazily down her ample flesh.

"Aghnnn~~ how the hell does that much cum fit in there?" Ysara asked, incredulous, groping Ethan’s heavy balls with fingers that were still trembling.

"Gulp~ mghnn~~ are you sure that’s the question you should be asking?" Amelia retorted, swallowing the rest, feeling the strangely sweet taste of her son’s semen take over her entire mouth.

Turning slowly, Ysara met her friend’s flushed, angry face.

"Slutty slut!" Amelia declared, pointing an accusing finger.

"Hm... you sure do complain a lot for someone who’s covered in her own son’s cum and... well... still swallowed every drop so obediently..." Ysara teased, bringing her fingertips to her lips and savoring the lingering taste of Ethan’s cock that still remained there.

"Y-you!" Amelia, irritated, threw herself at Ysara without a second thought.

The hot water from the shower above continued to cascade down in steaming sheets, and the smooth porcelain floor became the perfect stage for the two MILFs to grapple.

Shapely thighs intertwined in slippery, halting movements, their huge tits crushing against each other in a soft clash of plump flesh that rippled with every push and pull.

Amelia’s massive breasts pressed flat against Ysara’s, pale flesh spilling outward from the crush, stiff nipples brushing and dragging over rival curves as the two beauties squirmed atop the wet tiles.

Ethan just sighed, shaking his head as he watched the scene with an amused smile.

’Your mom is definitely different from what I imagined she’d be...’ Ethan said in his mind.

[S-shut up...] Mireya’s sweet, embarrassed voice echoed inside his head.

She was able, to a certain extent, to shut out the outside world, but there were clear limits to that kind of feat.

She had heard almost everything and seen almost everything—an entire night watching her own mother get fucked by Ethan.

’Ah... I’ll talk to your mom soon; I’ll let you join in next time,’ Ethan replied, ignoring Mireya’s high-pitched, cute, irritated curses that gushed endlessly in his mind.

Well... he was happy.

He admired the two beauties wrestling on the floor for another moment.

Of course, they weren’t really fighting.

Still, they remained tangled up in each other, their voices breathless as they exchanged weak shoves—more like shy caresses than any kind of real aggression.

It was a beautiful sight, one that finally came to an end with a hoarse laugh from Ethan.

"Let’s finish up our shower soon—it’s already late afternoon, and the other girls must be worried," Ethan said, and the two women nodded, still blushing to their ears.

Rinsing off quickly under the hot water, they left the bathroom together, and Amelia cast a practical spell to clean up all the mess they’d made the night before.

Ethan was the first to get dressed. Then he simply sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the full, shapely asses of those two hot MILFs standing with their backs to him.

Their hips swayed slightly as they moved in front of the mirror, adjusting their dresses and touching up their makeup with care.

Ethan had tried to claim them as his wives right away, but he’d soon realized they didn’t yet fully see themselves as his women.

That was a bit of a problem, but he would soon resolve the issue.

When they were done, both turned to face him.

"So, my young Lord Ethan, what else do you have to show Auntie and Mommy today? I imagine you must have plenty of surprises in store for us, don’t you?"

"Yes," Ethan nodded. "But first, may I have a private conversation with Mother? It’s important."