I couldn't tell if Tonks was truly angry, but wow, she sure put effort into proving it. We ended up "fuking like rabbits" in the back. Get it? Rabbits…
And I must say, it was quite a pleasurable experience, though, unfortunately, it could have been better. I would have liked to grab her by the ears while fucking her, but apparently, that hurt. Something to improve for future sessions, I suppose.
We went at it hard for quite a while, so much that when we came out, Tonks' legs were trembling, and her pussy was well filled. Then we got ready to go to Andromeda's house to celebrate Christmas. Of course, I left a clone at the guild in case someone showed up here, even on Christmas.
Dinner at the Tonks' was pleasant. As a gift, I gave Andromeda an elegant dress with a matching necklace. Both had subtle magical effects that enhanced her beauty without being too flashy, the kind of thing you'd only appreciate if you stopped to look closely. She loved it, though, as always, she reminded me that she would prefer a grandchild.
The day was peaceful, but the night… well, the night was complicated for me, knowing what would happen the next day. Tonks had mentioned that she would be going out for a while tomorrow, so I made an important decision, and to relieve the tension, I fucked her until she passed out. What we didn't know was that we had once again forgotten the silencing spells and that Andromeda had been listening to everything from her room—again.
...
The next morning, I was sitting on the couch at the Tonks' house, with a bitter feeling in my throat. I knew what I wanted to do, I knew what I had to do… but my heart decided to feel guilty at the last moment.
Andromeda entered the room with a tray of snacks and tea, smiling with that natural elegance that set her apart from her daughter.
"Why do you look like you're at a funeral?" she asked as she placed the tray on the coffee table. "You look… guilty. What did you do to my daughter"
I remained silent, still mentally preparing myself for what was coming. Tonks wasn't home, and she wouldn't be back for hours. The moment was now.
"Don't tell me…" Andromeda continued with a teasing smirk. "Did you have anal sex for Christmas again, and now she can't walk?"
I choked on my tea.
"Did she tell you!?" I asked, a bit uncomfortable that my mother-in-law was saying this so openly.
"There was no need," she laughed. "Last time, she was in her room complaining all night about how uncomfortable she felt," she said, though she herself seemed a bit embarrassed.
"But I healed her," I commented involuntarily.
"That wasn't the problem," she said with a knowing look. "She was worried about the next time you'd want to try it and… well, she was practicing on her own."
I was speechless.
"What she doesn't understand," Andromeda continued, grimacing, "is that silencing enchantments have to be cast to work; they don't just appear out of nowhere. There were several times I considered telling her that I could hear her… practice sessions throughout the entire house, but I thought that would be too intrusive. So, in the end, I was the one casting the spells so it wouldn't be heard."
"I'm going to… talk to her about that…" I said, feeling a bit ashamed.
"Yes, that would be best," she nodded. "Young people these days do some crazy things. I never imagined using… that place, and I would have cut off my husband's penis if he had even suggested it."
She seemed lost in thought for a moment, her expression darkening as she remembered her late husband. This time of year must have been difficult for her.
"Anyway…" She shook her head and changed the subject, not wanting to dwell on it and get depressed. "What did you do, or what are you planning to do that makes you look so guilty?"
"Nothing… to her... well, yes... but just a little backlash," I said, falling back into my internal conflict while discreetly glancing at my mother-in-law.
"Then to whom…?" Her expression shifted from curiosity to amusement. "Don't tell me you're planning to do something to your poor mother-in-law." She placed a hand on her chest, feigning indignation.
I remained silent, staring at her intently. Andromeda noticed my reaction, and her expression changed, shifting from mockery to genuine curiosity. There was no fear in her eyes, only the certainty that whatever was happening, there must be a reason behind it. She thought she could handle it.
But I knew I couldn't keep delaying this. Dragging it out would only make it worse.
I took a deep breath and placed a hand on my chest, charging my blood magic to the maximum.
Andromeda watched me with growing unease as I closed my eyes and furrowed my brow, concentrating with an intensity that made the air around me feel heavier. The pressure of the magic accumulating in my hand was palpable. For a moment, she remained silent, analyzing the situation, trying to guess what the hell I was doing. But I was sure she didn't expect what was about to happen.
With enough energy gathered, I activated [Blood Control], directing it at myself to induce an inhuman level of arousal. At the same time, I unleashed [Ecstasy] at its highest power and kept amplifying it without stopping.
It wasn't easy. In fact, it was hell. Feeling all that pleasure at once, maintaining control, and continuing to increase the intensity was almost impossible. I had dismissed all my clones before starting, and that was a smart choice because I needed every ounce of willpower to endure it.
Andromeda started to panic when she saw the veins protruding on my face from the extreme effort. Sweat began to run down my skin, and when I opened my eyes for a moment, she recoiled at the sight of them, completely bloodshot.
But what disturbed her the most was the obviousness of my arousal: an erection so monstrous it threatened to tear through my pants at any moment.
Now she was truly scared, and she opened her mouth to say something, her hand hesitated toward her wand, but just as she was about to act…
It happened.
I felt something inside me break.
All the crushing tension vanished in an instant, as if I had been freed from invisible chains. The overwhelming pleasure disintegrated… along with all my clothes.
[Skill acquired: "Essence of Lust"]
[Essence of Lust - Level 1]
-You can awaken lust in all beings. The more aroused you are, the greater the desire you provoke in those within your area of influence ([Aura of Lust] acquired).
-You can feed on that desire, becoming a being of endless, perpetual lust.
-At a certain level, even the slightest contact with you can generate immeasurable pleasure in others, and there is a chance of causing strange and/or unpredictable effects.
(Since your ability has been activated for the first time, it will be enhanced.)
I felt aroused, but in total control. A burning desire coursed through me, but it wasn't uncontrollable. I could shape it, direct it, use it. Physically, the unbearable pressure I had accumulated disappeared. My cock, on the verge of exploding from the excess blood due to my dangerous erection, relaxed. It remained hard, at the same level, but without feeling the burden, as if I could handle it at will.
However, that wasn't the only thing that had changed.
Like with the other Essences, my body had transformed. Wrath made me emit scorching smoke and grow in size. Envy had crystallized me, turning me reflective like a mirror.
Lust… had made me wet and feminine… perhaps androgynous.
I hadn't turned into a woman, but my skin was now soft and radiant, my silhouette slimmer with subtle additional curves. My face had acquired delicate, almost unreal features, while a thin layer of liquid slid over my skin, making me seem as if I glowed under the light.
And then, if someone had seen me from another perspective, they would have noticed something else.
An illusory figure emerged behind me—a shadow resembling a succubus. Its eyes opened, gazing upon the world with a crimson glow of insatiable desire.
The understanding of myself lasted less than a second, but the sensation of change was absolute. Not only had I been transformed, but everything around us seemed to distort in a blink. A scorching, sexual presence took over the atmosphere, saturating the room with an overwhelming energy, as if reality itself had been submerged in an ocean of desire. Everything, except Andromeda and me, was bathed in a deep violet glow, darkening with distance as if a rift between worlds had opened around us.
And then, I heard her voice… or rather, her soul screaming through a moan. It wasn't a human sound. It was a primal howl, a wave of overflowing pleasure that echoed not just through the house but within my very being. When I looked at her, I found her arched over herself, her back forming an impossible bridge as her body trembled. Her love juices spilled uncontrollably, an unstoppable torrent that threatened to drown everything. A dangerously large amount of liquid lost.
Pleasure surged through her like an uncontrollable lightning bolt for long seconds, her teeth grinding as her soul writhed within her flesh. And when the paroxysm reached its peak, her body gave out, collapsing from the couch like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
I took a step toward her, but it wasn't necessary. She pushed herself back up on her hands and knees, her breath ragged and her lips parted. Then, she lifted her head to look at me.
In that instant, I knew that Andromeda was no longer there—there wasn't even anything left that could be called human. In her place, a pure being, nothing but lust incarnate in physical form, gazed at me. Her pupils had been consumed by heart-shaped irises glowing in a searing pink hue, an abyss of absolute desire where nothing existed except the pursuit of pleasure.
There were no words. No thoughts. We simply understood the inevitable.
Fuck… sex… lust… desire…
Nothing else existed except lust between us—no other feeling, only lust. We were lust itself.
Before I could react, she was already on top of me, tearing off her clothes with trembling hands, her lips devouring mine in a searing kiss. She sank into my lap, impaling herself onto my cock with the desperation of a being that had found its sole purpose, her skin ablaze and her body vibrating in unison with mine. There was no hesitation, no resistance. Only perfect union, as if we had been sculpted for each other since the creation of the world.
Moans and cries merged as our hips collided with the force of a tsunami and the speed of a bee's wings.
Our bodies, ignited like burning embers, crackled with each touch, every contact sparking along our skin. But this was not just physical. I could feel her on a deeper level, feel her very essence resonating with mine. Every slightest touch transmitted her emotions, her most intimate thoughts, her desire, and her absolute surrender to the lust that enveloped us like a prison of fire.
I threw her onto the table with a force that would have been violent in any other context, but in this moment, it was the only way our bodies could express themselves. I plunged into her with an impossible depth, piercing through her flesh and beyond, as if I were invading her very essence. Her scream was not human—it was a primal echo that resonated in the air and in the depths of my being. Her mouth latched onto me with animal desperation, her teeth sinking into my skin with an insatiable hunger, as if she wanted to devour me, to drink from me more than just the essence of my body. And she did. Her tongue traced over my skin, intoxicating herself with the nectar of my existence, feeding on lust itself.
I was no stranger to this voracity either. My mouth found her breasts, and as I sucked them, I felt that I was drawing out more than just a simple, milky nectar that had been produced from pleasure. In that instant, I drank from her being—from her frustration, from every unfulfilled desire she had suppressed for years. Her thoughts, her fantasies, her moments of pleasure and denial flashed before me in a dizzying sequence. I saw her most intimate dreams and darkest fantasies, from her sexual awakening to even before that, from the deepest corners of her imagination.
And she was no better. With every thrust, I felt like I was fucking her on every level—her womb, her heart, her mind. I was no longer just possessing her physically; I was invading her entirely, breaking past the barriers of flesh and submerging myself in her spirit. As this happened, her consciousness was flooded with fragments of my own existence. Visions of my past sexual experiences paraded before her eyes like ethereal projections. She saw herself as a spectator of my most intimate moments with other women. Then, perception twisted further: she took the place of my lovers, feeling what they had felt; in others, she became me, experiencing my own desires from within my skin. And at some point, all three perspectives intertwined and existed simultaneously.
This could no longer be called a mere frenzy of carnal fury. We were fucking each other on a spiritual level, crossing the boundaries of pleasure and venturing into a realm no being should ever reach.
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