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Chapter 668: Peeping Battle Angel

“Oh god—oh god—!” Fauna sobbed, her fingers clawing at Anya’s back.

Every time he entered her, it was a shock of pure, blinding pleasure, the stretch, the burn, the profound wrongness of it making it feel a thousand times more intense.

She could feel Anya’s body jolting against hers with each of Mika’s thrusts into her.

“He’s—he’s in me—!” Anya choked out, her composure utterly shattered. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, her mouth hanging open. “Then he’s in you—then back—Mika, Mika—!”

“You like that?” Mika grunted, sweat dripping from his brow onto their tangled bodies. “You like being fucked back-to-back? Knowing my cock is in you one second and your mother the next?”

“Yes!” They cried in unison, their voices blending into a single, desperate wail.

Mika chuckled as he watched his cock disappear into his mother’s stretched, dripping hole. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of Anya’s hair, yanking her head back.

“You feel that, Anya? Feel how wet she is?”

“Yes.” Anya moaned. “She’s soaking me. She’s—ahn—she’s grinding on me like she can’t stop—”

“Because she can’t. She’s a greedy little thing.”

Smack!—his palm cracked across Fauna’s ass, and she screamed.

“Tell her, Fauna. Tell your daughter how much you love getting fucked by your son.”

“I love it!” Fauna sobbed. “I love it, I love it, I love your cock, Mika! I love how it feels inside me, I love that it’s you—”

“Say the rest.”

“I love—” She choked. “—I love that I’m your mother and you’re still fucking me like this—”

Mika groaned, deep in his chest, and drove in harder.

“Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!”

His rhythm broke, turned savage, hips slapping against her ass loud enough to echo off the walls.

Below them, Anya reached down between their bodies, found her own clit with two fingers, and started rubbing furiously, eyes locked on her mother’s ruined face.

“I’m close.” Anya gasped. “I’m—Mika, I’m close—”

“Then come.” He grunted. “Both of you come!”

He drove in one final time, bottoming out so deep Fauna felt him in her stomach, and poured himself into her!

“Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~”

Hot, thick, endless, semen flooded her already-full cunt until it had nowhere to go but out, spilling around his shaft in creamy ropes and dripping onto Anya’s cunt.

The sensation dragged Anya over the edge a half-second later and she too came with a sharp cry, fingers still working her clit, back arching off the mattress.

After emptying himself completely, Mika pulled out and a fresh rush of semen followed him, pooling in the crease where Fauna’s cunt met Anya’s belly.

Fauna collapsed onto her daughter, boneless, cheek pressed to cheek. Anya’s arms came up and wrapped around her, holding her there.

“That was…” Anya said hoarsely. “…incredibly wet.”

“Be quiet, Anya!” Fauna managed, while heaving.

“I’m serious. You squirted in my hair earlier, Mother. And now, there’s cum in my belly button. I’m going to have to be hosed down.”

“I said be quiet!” Fauna nuzzled into her daughter’s neck, and her voice went small. “That was…I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

Anya’s fingers stroked through her hair, gentle, almost tender. “Neither did I.”

“I could just got to sleep like this.”

“I don’t even blame me. Mika’s seed is like a warm blanket that warms your insides.”

But just as Fauna and Anya thought the night might finally be winding down—Mika’s voice cut through.

“You two…Do you really think it’s over?”

Both women turned toward him. He was smiling, but there was nothing soft in it. His eyes burned with a dark, predatory heat.

When their gazes dropped, they saw his cock standing thick and rigid again, veins standing out along the shaft, the head flushed dark and already leaking.

It looked even hungrier than before, glistening with the mess of the night!

Before either of them could speak, Mika’s hands locked around their waists.

“Mika wai—”

“Ah! Nooo—”

He dragged both of them back against him, his cock pressing between their bodies before chuckling.

“We’ve only just started, you two. I’m nowhere near done with these greedy little holes.”

What followed was pure, filthy excess that stretched until the sky began to lighten.

—

He shoved them both onto all fours side by side, asses up, faces down in the sheets. Without warning he slammed into Fauna’s cunt to the root, making her cry out.

“Fuck—Mika—too deep—!”

“Shut up and take it.” He fucked her hard and fast for a dozen strokes, the wet slap of his hips against her soft ass filling the room, then pulled out with a filthy pop and buried himself in Anya in one brutal thrust.

“Your turn, you tight little slut. Feel how wet your mommy left my cock!”

Anya moaned like she was breaking. “Yes—yes—ruin me—”

He switched between them without mercy, one hand on each of their hips, using their bodies like two warm, dripping sleeves for his cock.

Every time one of them started to clench and tremble on the edge, he pulled out and plunged into the other, denying them both until they were sobbing and pushing their asses back for more.

—

Later, he flipped onto his back and shoved Anya’s thighs apart as her mouth descended onto his mouth.

“Oh yes, Mika!♡~ Y-Yes!♡~ Eat my pussy out!♡~ Drink the love I have for you!♡~”

Anya’s hands flew to his hair, twisting, and she came apart under his tongue, while Fauna rode his cock, watching her daughter’s face go slack and stupid with pleasure.

“You like watching her come?” Mika asked without lifting his head.

“Yes—”

“Then keep watching.”

He dragged his tongue up the length of Anya’s cunt one more time, and Anya sobbed and bucked.

—

He then stacked them in reverse—Anya on the bottom, Fauna lying on top so their soft bodies pressed together, tits mashed, cunts almost aligned.

Mika pushed into one, then the other, sometimes grinding the thick base of his cock against both dripping slits at once.

“Look at you two.” He snarled, hips slamming forward. “Mother and daughter, holes gaping, milk pouring out, both completely ruined for anyone else. Tell me who owns these cunts.”

Fauna’s voice cracked. “You—only you—”

Anya sobbed underneath them. “Breed us—pump us full—I want your cum in my womb—”

He gave them exactly that. He came deep inside Anya first, flooding her until it leaked out around his cock in thick white rivulets.

Then he pulled out, shoved straight into Fauna, and emptied another heavy load into her while she cried out.

The positions never stopped changing.

He made them scissor while he fucked the space between their pressed-together pussies.

“Oh god—Mika—your cock feels so good rubbing against both of us—”

Anya whimpered beneath her, legs locked tight.

“It’s so hot…I can feel Mother’s cunt twitching against mine every time you thrust—”

—

He bent Fauna over the edge of the bed and had Anya hold her mother’s ass open while he took her from behind.

“Fuck—yes—just like that—spread me open for him, baby—!” Fauna cried, fingers clawing at the sheets.

Anya’s voice was breathless as she watched her mother’s hole stretch around him.

“Look how deep he’s going, Mother… your pussy is swallowing every inch…”

“Harder!” Fauna begged. “Use your mother’s cunt—fill it up—!”

—

He sat on the edge of the mattress and made both of them kneel between his legs, taking turns deep-throating him until spit and precum ran down their chins and onto their tits.

“Gurk—! Shlick—! Glug—! Guk—!”

—

He fucked Anya’s tight asshole while Fauna licked and sucked at his balls.

“Ahh—fuck—it’s so big—my ass is on fire—don’t stop—!”

Fauna’s tongue worked eagerly around the base of his cock and Anya’s stretched rim.

“You look so pretty taking him back here, baby… Mommy’s going to lick up every drop that leaks out of you…”

—

He made Fauna hold her own breasts up like offerings while he fucked them, sliding his cock between the soft, milk-slicked flesh until he painted her face and chest white.

“Yes—use Mommy’s tits—they’re all yours—!” Fauna moaned, pushing her breasts tighter around him. “Cover me… mark me!”

Anya watched from the side, fingers idly playing with her own dripping pussy. “She looks so hot like that… covered in your cum and her own milk…”

—

Hour after hour.

Position after position.

The room filled with the wet sounds of cock slamming into cunt and ass, the constant spray of milk, the filthy slap of skin, and the endless stream of broken, dirty moans.

By the time the first light of morning crept through the curtains, both women were completely destroyed.

Their bodies trembled with overstimulation. Milk still leaked slowly from swollen, bitten nipples.

Their pussies and assholes were puffy, red, and overflowing with cum that dripped steadily onto the soaked sheets.

But Mika himself didn’t sleep. He didn’t want to.

He lay there in the half-light with Fauna’s cheek warm against his chest and his Anya’s hand slack over his stomach, and he just looked at them.

It was a good picture. He wanted to remember it.

But just then, his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

He reached for it slowly, careful not to disturb either of them, and thumbed the screen awake.

A message from Yelena that came sometime last night. He opened it and stopped breathing.

Two women, naked, tangled together on a bed.

Yelena on her back, one arm behind her head, the other reaching toward the camera with a lazy, come-here curl of her fingers.

Charlotte draped over her—chin on Yelena’s shoulder, one leg hooked over her sister’s thigh, both of them grinning at the lens with the exact same expression. Unhurried. Certain. Hungry.

The caption underneath, timestamped a few hours ago:

[Where are you?]

[We’ve been waiting. Both of us.]

[Come over already. Please.]

Mika stared at the screen for a long moment. Then a slow, incredulous laugh worked its way up out of his chest and he had to press his fist to his mouth to keep from waking the two women sleeping on him.

‘Two pairs.’ He thought. ‘Two whole pairs of mothers and daughters.’

Fauna and Anya on his left. Yelena and Charlotte waiting on his right. Four women, two generations, and every single one of them his—by blood, by conquest, by the slow patient work of months of lies and half-truths and carefully placed words.

And then the thought that made his cock twitch against his thigh: two plus two is four!

All of them in one room. All of them at once. Fauna and Yelena—two mothers, two bodies, breasts heavy with milk, comparing what he’d done to each of them.

Anya and Charlotte—two daughters, the older sister and the younger, tangled together on the sheets, learning each other’s bodies while their mothers watched.

Sister on sister.

Mother on mother.

Mother on daughter on daughter on mother, a closed loop with him in the center of it, the only one who could open it!

He could see it. He could practically feel it—Anya’s hands on Charlotte’s small hips, Charlotte’s mouth on Fauna’s leaking breast, Yelena’s thighs clamped around his head while he fucked Anya behind him.

It was intoxicating. It was inevitable.

But not tonight.

Mika set the phone face-down on the nightstand and let his head fall back against the pillow.

The truth was, he was tired. Not from the sex—he could have gone for two weeks without a single break.

But the work to get where he was today. The careful calibrated sentences, the lies told to the right people at the right times, the slow erosion of Fauna’s resistance one conversation at a time, the way he’d had to pretend to be a son who didn’t want his mother while wanting her so badly his teeth ached.

All of it had cost him something, and now that the first piece had fallen, the exhaustion was catching up.

He wanted to just be here for a while. With them.

He reached out and pulled Fauna closer, tucking her head under his chin. Then he hooked his other arm around Anya and dragged her in too, until they were both pressed against him, warm and soft and breathing slow before closing his eyes.

‘Four down…Six more to go.’

‘Hehe. What do you have to say about that you peeping battle angel?’

—

Far away, in her own bedroom, the Maiden of Fate watched the entire scene unfold.

Her expression was thunderous.

“The brat—!” She hissed under her breath, glaring at the wall as if she could see through it. “The absolute bratn Doing those things to his own mother! I raised him better than this. I raised him to be a gentleman! And here he is—”

She pressed a hand to her forehead, pacing two steps, then two steps back.

“And Fauna! My adorable little sister Fauna! Letting him—letting her own daughter—” She made a strangled noise of vexation.

She had seen every thrust, every filthy word, every moment Fauna’s heart had cracked and then reshaped itself around him.

And she had seen the calculating look in Mika’s eyes when the photo from the other pair arrived.

“Unbelievable. Absolutely shameless!”

But then she stopped.

And she looked down.

The heat between her thighs had been building for hours, a slow steady ache she’d been ignoring with increasingly heroic effort, and now…

…now there was a distinct wetness spreading against her inner thigh, warm and slick, and she could feel it starting to run.

Her jaw tightened until her teeth ground.

“God damn it…” She turned on her heel and stalked toward the bathroom, one hand pressed to her mouth, the other against her crotch.

“God damn it, god damn it, god damn it—”

The bathroom door slammed shut behind her and the lock clicked.

She needed to clean herself off.

And she needed to do it before the image of Mika’s smug, satisfied face burned itself any deeper into her mind.

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