Incest/Taboo Magic, Love, Family

"Sir Raymond! I understand that you want to test the extent of your powers..." Emil began and unleashed the aura of a 4-star awakened before he added, "It's enough, there isn't any need to carry on with it."

"Be prepared!" Emil shouted and then flashed ahead Raymond.

Raymond couldn't even blink his eye before he was blasted backward by wind pressure. Emil was supremely quick, nearly invisible. He instantly caught up with an airborne Raymond and slashed diagonally with his dagger. Their eyes stared at each other as Emil's dagger travelled in an arc, aimed straight at Raymond's mouth. Emil hadn't held back or underestimated Raymond this time around. He had used the full powers of a 4-star. The dagger was incomparably fast, there wasn't enough time for Raymond to perform any action.

Raymond looked haughty and smirked, appearing completely calm. "You're strong to survive the previous combo, even if the armor had negated most of the impact... You won't survive this one though!"

"Edafos Petra Kano Skoni" He chanted and pointed to Emil's feet.

Emil stumbled and nearly fell face first, only saved by the nick of time as he cast a small wind spell to keep himself upright. He looked to his feet and they were trapped inside the sunken ground. Any effort to free himself ended in vain. His dagger had also gotten knocked out of his grip due to the sudden change.

"Shit!" Emil cursed.

Raymond dashed towards him, his sword thrust forward. He didn't smirk or smile anymore, even if it looked as if victory was in hand. Emil was amazed by the display of concentration and willpower. It hadn't been more than a few seconds from when he blew Raymond away and then gotten himself trapped. It seemed to him that he had been fooled by Raymond from the very start.

He has great instincts. Emil praised inwardly. Although he was impressed, he didn't understand the need to go through all this charade just to earn a victory, or why Raymond had constantly insulted him like a jealous ex, he couldn't give up at this point. Specially not when Rose was watching.

"I didn't want to do this..." Emil sighed even as Raymond's sword was inches away from him. He prepared his spell, it only took a second to do so. Like he had underrated Raymond time and again, Raymond, too, had underestimated the difference of power between a four-star and a three-star awakened.

"Fysima Anemos" Emil chanted.

Raymond felt as if he was flying. He was inches away from piercing his sword inside Emil's shoulder and then suddenly his feet were in the air, some 20 meters away from his opponent. The next thing he knew; he was in pain. Incomparable pain assaulted his body as he hit the ground and bounced around messily. All the bones in his body felt as if they would get bent and broken. Blood spewed from his mouth and red covered his eyes as he groaned, "Fuck..."

A stunned red-head on the verge of tears calling for him, it was the last thing that registered in his brain before he passed out.

Scene 6

"Ray..." Lily softly whispered by his ear.

Raymond turned to his side and stared in her brown eyes. Earlier, they had pulled the curtains and blown off the lamps; all but one lamp kept in the corner. The dull sound of falling rain and the steady deep breaths kept them aware in the dark night. In the dim room, the twins' eyes remained locked for a long time before Lily looked past him and towards the window.

The mystique and the silence, a result of not being able to see her properly in the dim, quiet, room, added to her profound beauty. The silhouette of Lily, deep in thought as she gazed into the void, made Raymond want to squeeze her tight and never let go. He shifted towards her and the few inches between them faded with that. The bed was not so small that they would have to huddle together, neither was the weather so cold that they couldn't do without the heat of their embrace. They just needed it; needed this closeness to satisfy the desperate need for the other.

"Lily!" Raymond moaned her name dreamily as he ran his finger through her slightly damp, dark-brown hair. His other hand, busy behind her back, caressed her soft skin. Raymond was still lost in the feel of her warmth, the hypnotic aroma emanating out of her, when Lily focused her gaze to his eyes.

"Ray... I... can you-" Lily shied away before finishing her words.

He smiled at her clumsiness. In the grey room, he could not make out if it was true, but he was sure that his twin had a slight blush at the moment.

"Tell me," He said and gently pressed his lips on her wet, quivering ones. Lily pressed back invitingly, but leaned back all too soon.

Gingerly, she asked, "Ray... Do you..."

He coaxed her soothingly as he traced her spine with his hand. "Say it. Do I, what?"

"Do you really love me?" Lily asked in a shy tone, her stare searching.

"Of course, I do," Raymond replied domineeringly as if there was not to be any shadow of doubt on this matter. "I love you, Lily!" He placed soft kisses on her neck.

"I love you!"

Lily, at those declarative words, suddenly pushed her head against his wide chest and hugged him tight. He could hear her racing heart starting to calm down as her grip gradually lessened from the suffocating hold to being a tranquil embrace of lovers.

"... that is enough..." Lily hummed airily and then she closed her eyes with a sweet smile on her face, a look of love and contentment.

"Huh?"

"Did you say something?"

Raymond sluggishly stroked her hair and pressed on drowsily when Lily kept mum, "What is enough?"

"What do you mean?" He asked again, his words drowned in lethargy.

"It means... you should follow your heart and not worry so much because this... this is enough for me."

"...Okay..." Raymond mumbled sleepily, unmindful of her words.

Scene 7

Raymond groggily opened his eyes. Looking around, he realized that he was in the infirmary of the palace.

"Finally awake, huh?" Rose mumbled from his side.

"What are you doing in bed with me?"

"Well I was sleepy, and this seemed like a good place for nap..." With a sheepish look Rose replied and then put her hand to his forehead. "Doesn't seem like you have a fever anymore..."

Raymond rolled his eyes at her antics. The infirmary was empty and Rose also had her own room in the palace, so it was beyond him why she was making such a terrible excuse.

"How long was I out for this time?"

"A day, more or less."

"Hmm..." He still felt dizzy and wanted to go back to sleep. The pain wasn't as intense and there weren't any bandages on his body anymore, though he still felt very weak. He tried to circulate his mana but was interrupted hallway.

"Hey, Ray!" Rose screamed and cripplingly shook him by his shoulders. "What the fuck are you doing you, idiot?!"

"Ahh! Pain..." Raymond foamed at his mouth and collapsed. After a few moments, when he could make sense of things, he groaned again, "Pain!"

"Serves you right." She glared at him. "Idiot! Don't you know that using mana in your condition can be fatal? Are you stupid... Arggh! You make me so mad!"

"Sorry..."

Rose huffed while giving him a death-stare. Gradually, she calmed down and her gaze became a lot softer. "Why are you so in rush? Why don't you try to be a little patient? You don't have to be..."

"I- I just-" Raymond choked up. A million thoughts ran through his mind, none of them suitable to be revealed. The dream was only a dream, after all, he couldn't use it as an excuse and hide behind it. He sighed and turned on his side, away from her. "I don't know..."

"You are such an-" Rose snuggled with him. Her hand spooned him lightly, while the heat of her body gave him warmth. They remained silent in that position.

Raymond thought about the last week, and sighed once more. After his "spar" with Emil, it had taken him a complete day to recover. He had been grateful that there weren't serious injuries and all his bones were intact. Emil had held back, even at the last moment. There was also the difference between their gear.

Though the kingdom sponsored all the awakened warrior that had pledged their loyalty to it, the expenses of an awakened warrior were too many to count. It was only the awakened who were from old nobles or from wealthy families who were able to purchase the best of magical equipment. Even Raymond had a set of below par armor, before Rose bought him the new thing. Gelodesh was a poor kingdom, and the rules were strict even for royalty.

So pathetic, I'm so pathetic... The pain faded away quickly, the humiliation not so much. Raymond brooded over the whole episode, tried to imagine different scenarios and how he could have defeated Emil. At the end, he always reached the same conclusion, he couldn't. He couldn't have defeated Emil, no matter how much he tried to be sly or creative. He just didn't have the answer for that last spell.

It was amazing... Raymond recalled that sensation; it had been like he was in the middle of a snowstorm. He had no control over his body and it had all happened so instantly that he couldn't have dodged even if he had known about it in advanced. The sensation of defeat was real and overwhelming. He had regularly tasted defeat, whenever he sparred with Rose, she made sure that he knew who called the shots between them.

It's different, so fucking different. He was an awakened now, not just a magic warrior. He could use spells; his body was stronger... It was impossible to accept that he would lose to someone outside of his family. Even if there was a difference of whole level between us, I shouldn't have been so helpless...

"Is there such a divide between a 3-star and a 4-star?" Raymond mumbled hoping for a reassuring response from Rose.

"Yes, there is," Rose muttered and prodded him in the back. "Why do you think it's so hard to progress from a 3-star level to a 4-star level?" She continued without waiting for an answer, "Even if you have the money to buy an infinite number of magic stones, you would forever be stuck in that level unless you have the talent for it!"

"Is that so..."

She lightly poked behind his ear and remarked, "Yes, and that's why you are an idiot!"

"But I didn't know- I didn't know that something like this would happen..."

"Oh yeah?" Rose turned him around on his back, and then climbed over him. She settled there, over his legs, and gently took his head in her hands. Her glossy hair dropped down and blocked his vision from anything else other than her worried face. "It was your luck that nothing more happened than an injury to your mana pool and mana circuits. Please, don't be so hasty!"

"Okay..."

"You have to wait before you go from 3-star level to 4-star level, it had been only over a week since you had awakened," Rose explained patiently. "And don't worry about wasting the magic stone, mom should have another one..."

"Huh? Aunt Suzy? What?"

"Haha," Rose laughed as she fell down beside him. She ruffled his hair and laughed some more until she was in tears.

"What is the deal with you?"

"... Little Ray Ray is going to Beltran!"

Scene 8

Novatil. Capital of Beltran Kingdom

"Hey, Raymond!"

Raymond opened his eyes to see that a woman was observing him. His mind felt groggy and he couldn't make out the identity of the person.

The woman was a blonde with the end of her lustrous hairs in ringlets. She was considerably busty and had a very gorgeous figure. Her round face looked innocent and the sweet smile on her wide lips made her that much beautiful in its simplicity. Her white robes loosely draped her body and came up from behind her ears and covered her head. The light from the window shone on her back, giving an impression as if she had wings.

"Angel?" Raymond murmured.

The woman started and then a slight blush crept up her round cheeks.

Raymond's blinked his eyes. "Angel... blushed?"

The woman's face became red in an instant. Before Raymond could carry on with his sleepy mutterings a hand nudged him in the chest.

A giggle sounded followed by, "Sweetie, stop it! Your angel can't handle it anymore!"

"Suzanne!" Ingrid playfully swatted.

"Aunt Suzy! I missed you!" Raymond was beyond himself as he laid eyes on his aunt and instantly sat upright on the large, cozy, bed. He realized the complete picture after that and slowly turned towards Ingrid to give her a sheepish smile. "Sorry! I was feeling dizzy..."

"It's fine." Ingrid's voice was even as if she had already put the little gaff behind her, though there was a hint of red on her cheeks.

"How are you now Sweetie? I was worried sick for you." Suzanne gently embraced Raymond. Her hands lightly stroked his hairs and back. She gave him a comforting smile and added, "it's good that you're here now. Ingrid will fix you right up!"

"I missed you..." Raymond buried his nose in Suzanne's violet hair. He breathed in deeply and tightened his hold around her. He had slept the whole way from Ostorth to Novatil, scared and lonely. The thought of being magically crippled for the rest of his life, frightened him.

It wasn't so bad in Ostorth, Rose was there and his mother had also been attentive, which was positively weird, yet he couldn't let his heart relax. It gradually worsened during the time he was alone, until now that is. It was quite magical how quickly Suzanne helped calm down his anxious heart.

"It's fine, Sweetie. It's fine. Ingrid can even regrow your limbs..."

"Really?" Raymond asked skeptically.

Suzanne just winked at him without giving an answer. Unconvinced and insistent, Raymond turned to the silent Ingrid. "Um... Ingrid- lady Ingrid, is it true?" He was a little unnatural in speech, having never had talked to her such laid back manner and openly.

Ingrid smiled sweetly as she said, "Ingrid is fine. There's no need to be so polite." Her hand played with her ringlets as she began, "As for growing limbs..." She blushed a little and admonished Suzanne with her gaze before she resumed, "it has a lot of conditions. So don't count on it."

"Oh. Ah-Ah!"

"It's alright, Sweetie. You will be fine in just a few moments." Suzanne carefully made him lie down on his back. She lovingly stroked his hair. "Ingrid is going to take care of you. I will be just outside..."

"Alright." Raymond muttered as Suzanne waved to him before she shut the door behind her.

"Raymond- Hmm... can I call you Ray?"

"Of course."

"Thank you." Ingrid smiled and then gestured toward his shirt. "Please take it off."

"Take it off?!" Raymond raised his eyebrows, questioning if he had heard her correctly.

"Yes, it will be in the way..." Ingrid didn't seem perturbed and stated it as a matter of fact. Raymond shrugged and took it off without saying anything further.

"Wow!"

Raymond, taken aback by the whisper, gazed at her face. Ingrid blushed a little as she cleared her throat, "Um- Your body is... I meant, you are very handsome..."

"Ha-Ha, thank you... You too. I mean beautiful, you are incredibly beautiful."

They awkwardly stared at each other for a while before turning their eyes away. Raymond coughed and apologized, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, you know, offend you..."

Ingrid shook her head. "It's I who should apologize."

"No, no. You don't have anything to-"

"Let's stop, else we would be stuck." She interrupted and lightly placed her hands on his chest. The soft sensation of her skin felt fantastic to Raymond. He moaned appreciatively which made her flinch.

When he was about to once again launch into an apology, she shushed him. "I'm about to begin now, don't be distracting!" Raymond was surprised by her choice of words, nonetheless, he smiled and nodded to show that he had understood.

Raymond watched her work. She was serene and seemed amazingly focused. He reached over and wiped the little beads of sweat on her forehead that glistened due to the sunlight.

"Thanks." Ingrid offered him a quick smile.

The weather in Novatil was not as cold as Ostorth, and certainly a lot more pleasant than Ryhor. However, the warmness he felt want only because of the sun.

Ingrid's hand emitted a warm light as she rubbed them across his naked torso. The sensation was extremely unique and pleasant. Raymond had to hold back a groan of pleasure when her fingers passed over his pectoral muscles.

"Light element?"

"Yes," Ingrid replied after a moment while she continued to treat his injuries over his skin. A lot of attributes could help heal a person but light element was the most effective and efficient for it. Raymond was wowed by the brilliance of Ingrid and her control in her techniques.

"So beautiful..." He mumbled, too relaxed to care. Ingrid didn't reply to his comment, she just poked his side a little, a sweet smile on her face.

In that white garb of hers, she looked exceedingly pleasing. Her gentle aura and the softness of her touch, took his pain away. Raymond felt blessed to be able to enjoy this little moment of peace and restitution.

It's so good. Raymond felt a little drunk as, under Ingrid's careful ministration, his mana circuits healed and strength gradually returned to his body. His fingers unconsciously went to her blonde hair and he begin to play with her ringlets.

"Ray!" Ingrid shyly called out.

"I think I'm in love!"

Ingrid blushed and poked his cheek. She giggled lightly as she responded, "It's just the side effect you are feeling... you don't mean it."

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Really now?" Ingrid asked with her lips stretched wide. Her eyes were disbelieving yet Raymond sensed a hint of humor in them.

"Believe me! I don't lie!" Raymond pointed downward and stated, "at least that doesn't!" His dick had stood in attention. Hard and pitching a tent in his pants. He laughed when Ingrid became paralyzed after looking at it.

He sluggishly boasted, "see, I told you! It's not every day that it gets up like that. You should take responsibility for it..."

"What?"

Raymond carried on as a bashful Ingrid met his eyes, "Impressive, huh?"

"Indeed..." Ingrid's voice sounded distant and low. The drowsiness deepened and his eyelids became heavy. He could barely catch her words.

"You don't have to apologize or feel bad, it's normal. Everybody reacts differently to this kind of treatment..."

"I love you!" Raymond mumbled once last time before he fell asleep.

"Fuck! How embarrassing!" Those were the first words out of his mouth as he regained consciousness. Unsurprisingly, the memory from a few hours ago was crystal clear. "It was quite funny though..." He muttered and tried to laugh it off.

"She did say that it was normal, so she shouldn't be that mad..." Raymond mused to himself as he exited the room. "Nah, I should still apologize. Just in case..."

The evening sun was about to set and he hurried towards Suzanne's room. He only knew directions for that place in the small villa. Outside, he spotted a few guards and sentries, as well as the soldiers from Ostorth who were huddles together and resting under a shade. Other than that, the place seemed to be empty, as he didn't encounter a single soul during the short walk.

"Is she not in?" The door to Suzanne's room was ajar and he pushed it open. There wasn't anyone inside, and after waiting for a few minutes, he went looking for her. He roamed around aimlessly, opened a few rooms, when eventually he heard Suzanne's voice.

"There she is!"

Raymond sauntered towards it, relieved to have found her. He was just about to knock when he heard his name being mentioned. It seemed like Ingrid's voice, but he wasn't sure.

"What the... Are they talking about me?" Raymond was wavering on his next action when he heard it the again. Though it wasn't entirely clear the first time around, he was certain this time. Against his better judgement, he chose to listen in. "Only for a bit..."

Five minutes passed like that and he wasn't able to hear anything other than the occasional giggle and name calling. "I guess, I misheard." Raymond decided that it was enough. He wanted to knock and let them know about his presence, however, he cautiously pushed it and opened a slit.

From the look of things, it was Ingrid's room. It was well lit, beautifully decorated, neat and clean. What he saw next, blew his mind. It was Suzanne and Ingrid, together, naked.

Raymond's eyes became as wide as saucers. His jaw dropped loose, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. The image was etched in his mind.

Suzanne was sat on the bed with her back to the headrest and Ingrid in her arms. They had snuggled against each other and their naked, milky legs were intertwined. Ingrid's head was rested on the shoulders of his aunt, and she was nuzzling Suzanne's neck.

"Uggh!" Raymond grunted unintelligibly.

The two women looked absolutely out-of-this-world gorgeous. Their bodies glistened in the light. Ingrid's blonde hair and Suzanne's violet ones appeared a little damp and Raymond licked his lips hungrily imagining the reasons for it. He was lost in his own little world, admiring the two mature women and their enchanting form, when all of a sudden, he heard his name being mentioned out of Ingrid's pouty mouth.

"Stop it, Suzanne! Ray is so much younger than me!"

"Oh, so he is Ray now?" Suzanne lifted the blonde woman's face by her chin.

Ingrid blushed slightly before she hummed her response, "He's cute!"

Raymond realized that he had been peeping on his own aunt, and that he shouldn't be doing this. However, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't bring himself to leave there. It was a chance, an opportunity to watch the Suzanne in all her naked glory.

Raymond did feel a little bit guilty, yet he reasoned that he didn't mean to do it, and it was all just an accident. Regardless, it was too good to pass up, and he didn't want to miss anything. He dared to extend the gap and listen closely, with his ears on alert and his eyes strained.

"He's sweet..."

"Of course, he's my Sweetie!" Suzanne smugly replied to Ingrid's mutter. Raymond fe

"The question is, what did you do after he, shall we say, exposed himself to you?" Suzanne continued in a tone that was a mixture of teasing and lustful.

"He didn't expose himself!"

"Did you want him to?" Suzanne throatily whispered. Listening to her, it made Raymond's blood rush to his dick. He always believed that his aunt was a sex-goddess and now it was proven true. Her tits, her massive tits, her thin waist, those mesmerizing curves and the bouncy ass, his eyes feasted on them, but there was more. The air around her was just too seductive to handle, he felt like he would faint from the heady feeling as he listened to her voice.

"Suzanne! You're so... so terrible and- and wrong!" Ingrid whined and hid her face by thrusting it against Suzanne's tits.

Raymond could see that Ingrid was a little shy and shaken. He recalled the angelic presence who had treated him only a few hours ago. She had almost seemed like a pious saint, as if she was above the worldly restraints and mortal desires. A fire of lustful urgency burned inside him watching the contrasting nature.

His hand moved downward and released his cock. The way Ingrid rubbed her lips over Suzanne's dark nipples, left him with no choice. Suzanne moaned and then pulled Ingrid's face in for a kiss. It was wet, it was hot. Their lips mashed against each other's and their tongues made sucking. Their heavy breathing and sexy moans were the only sounds in the room.

"You didn't answer me..."

"What?" Ingrid breathlessly asked.

"You know, if you wanted Sweetie to expose himself..." There was a twinkle in her eyes. Raymond didn't understand why she insisted on it yet even he was invested to know the answer to it. He was extremely interested.

"Stop it, Suzanne! I told you already... Ray is so much younger than me!"

"So?" Suzanne pressed on unwavering when Ingrid gave her a flabbergasted look. "So what? Didn't you like it when he played with your hair?"

"You saw it?" Ingrid squealed. Her face blushed as she escaped from Suzanne's arms. She seemed positively stunned. And so was Raymond. "You peeped on us?"

"What's wrong with peeping on my Sweetie?" Suzanne's face had a clueless expression, as if she couldn't comprehend the Ingrid's apparent shock.

Raymond was taken aback, not by his aunt's admission, but by how sensual she looked at the moment. Her head was tilted to the side, and her dazzling, violet hair dropped over one of her breasts. The image was breathtakingly erotic, accentuated by the glistening naked breast on the other side.

"I won't mind if Sweetie peeped on me too..." A drop of precum oozed out of his cock after that sentence of Suzanne. He could wrap his mind around the idea that his aunt would say something like that.

Ingrid shook her head and tutted, "oh, you dirty, dirty woman!"

"Look who's talking," Suzanne snorted and pushed Ingrid down. "Putting the moves on my Sweetie! Such a horny little hussy!"

"No, you don't. You, immoral woman!" Ingrid rolled them around with a giggle when Suzanne tried to pinch her nipples.

Raymond stroked himself as he watched the two gorgeous mature women frolic around, and he was not at all gentle. Suzanne's tits, those massive, beautiful tits, they jiggled as she pinned Ingrid underneath him. Her mesmerizing ass was raised high in air, pointed towards him.

"Oh my lord!" Raymond felt like he had been hit by a shockwave. His tongue rolled out, greedy to get a taste.

He ogled them hungrily, his whole being transfixed. There wasn't any sag in them, they were firm, they were perky, and appeared delectably delicious. He jerked himself picturing in his mind, the soft sensation of them if he could press his fingers to it. He wanted to massage them, knead them, die in them.

"Aunt Suzy!" He mumbled.

Raymond felt that his veins would burst if he stared at those hypnotic globes of flesh. However, as his eyes travelled down her impossibly voluptuous figure, he found out that it was impossible to feel anything other than carnal amazement.

Eventually, when he gazed at her bushy opening, he was frozen still. It was so beautiful, so inviting, that involuntary he humped the air. The little violet hair over it gave it a very exotic and arousing feel. His tongue rolled out and he panted in craving to taste his aunt, her moist pussy.

"You're so pretty!" Suzanne's lusty voice drifted in his ear. He looked up to find them locked in a passionate, wet, kiss. Her tits had perfectly rested over Ingrid's and shielded them from Raymond's eyes. He groaned in frustration, but was pacified by the heated tongue-play on display.

"... fuck!" He rubbed his thumb over his slick with precum mushroom head and mashed the small opening on it. "Aunt Suzy... you're killing me..."

The rustling of sheet broke his spellbound state. Their legs had entangled and were rubbing against each other. Their milky smooth skin looked wonderful as it gradually took on a shade of scarlet by the friction of their rubbing. He watched on hypnotized as Suzanne reached with her fingers and brushed them across Ingrid's lips.

"Fuck, this feels unreal..." Raymond jerked heavily. Suzanne's tongue and her fingers took turns to invade and defile the blonde woman's mouth.

"Ooh!" Ingrid's lewd moans drove him wild. He stroked with fervor as she writhed under the assault of her lover. Ingrid's hand suddenly took hold of Suzanne's breath-taking ass and yanked it down.

"Ah!" Raymond mouthed along with his aunt. Suzanne's back arched and her eyes closed as she shook her head. It was an image of mythical allure, a thing so incredibly beautiful, that Raymond was shell shocked.

Suzanne's heavy breasts pointed straight with her nipple glistening from the sweat. The heat of her lover's body seemed to radiate her being. Her violet hair draped over arched back and her ass jutted high after the impact.

Raymond gulped hungrily when Suzanne opened her eyes to smirk at Ingrid. She fed the blonde woman her finger and grinded her cunt over her lover's.

"So this is what you want?"

"Uggh!" Ingrid moaned as saliva dribbled down her lips and on her neck. Her gaze was smoldering, and her legs squirming.

"You, slut! Didn't you say he was too young? Did seeing his dick made you want to fuck it?" Suzanne asked and then pinched Ingrid at her nipples.

"No!" Ingrid denied, but Raymond watched she twitched uncontrollably at his mention. His throat felt dry and he jerked furiously.

"Oh yeah? You really don't want it?" Suzanne posed as her hips struck down over Ingrid's pussy.

"No- Yes!" Ingrid moaned and tried to rubbed her hands on the heavenly ass that had slammed down against her cunt.

"What is it, you want Sweetie's cock?" Suzanne penetrated Ingrid with her finger. She jabbed at her lover's cunt with a sloshing sound. Suddenly, Suzanne took away her fingers and asked throatily, "Which is it, cock or not?"

"No!" Ingrid flailed and sought after Suzanne's wet finger.

Suzanne obliged at her lover's urgency. The smell of pussy intensified and Raymond took a long sniff of it. His cock twitched as he watched Suzanne dominate a twitching Ingrid who looked nothing like the saintly presence of a few hours ago.

"Fuck me, Suzanne! Fuck me with your fingers!" Ingrid squealed. Suzanne covered Ingrid with her voluptuous body. Her tongue snaked out and took a long lick of the blonde woman's heaving tits. She mashed her thumb over the erect nub of Ingrid, while her fingers clamped on over Ingrid's leaking and twitching pussy.

"Ah Suzanne... please don't stop... rub my clit..." The quivering voice of Ingrid sounded extremely sexy. Raymond groaned deeply as his cock pulsed in his grip.

"Aunt Suzy!" He desirously mumbled.

Ingrid who had been wriggling under Suzanne, unexpectedly switched their positions. Raymond was fascinated when Ingrid's thin finger made contact with Suzanne's pussy lips.

"Ingrid! You, sneaky slut!" Suzanne throated lustily. She didn't try to overthrow Ingrid or stop fingering her blonde lover.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Ingrid ground her cunt on Suzanne's fingers. She thrashed her head and appeared to be riding a cock as she moved her hips with vengeance. "Fucking... fuck me!"

Lines of viscous liquid trailed down the legs of the two women. They were moaning and fingering each other while Raymond watched transfixed. The smell of their soaked pussy filled the room, and the sounds due to their heavy panting added to the charged atmosphere.

"You cock-crazed slut!" Suzanne teased. She removed her fingers from the soaking wet cunt and used them to rub Ingrid's jutting tits. Her fingers roamed over the massive flesh orbs, kneading them erotically; wildly.

Ingrid was getting breathless as their pussy lips mashed against each other. She rode Suzanne wildly, rubbing her clit over and over again. "Yes... just keep... like that..."

Raymond's hand was a blur as he watched the two mature women rub their pussies and massage each other's tits. It was the sexiest, hottest, most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. Their uninhibited and wild lovemaking had him on verge of cumming.

Suzanne spanked her lover before she whispered, "How did it look?"

"It was, was..." Ingrid grew breathless and shuddered a little as if the memory was too stimulating. She arched her neck and her free hand gradually sunk downwards to join the other one at her deliciously engorged clit.

Suzanne spanked her again and pressed on. "How did my Sweetie's dick look?" Her voice was like a sweet temptation of devil, unbelievably arousing yet calm at the same time. "Was it... fuckable?"

Ingrid paused for a moment, and then with a visceral cry she resumed her grinding, fervently. "It was so very fuckable! Ah!"

"You, slut! You, hopeless, horny slut!" Suzanne growled and spanked hard at the meaty ass of Ingrid.

Ingrid was like an otherworldly thing of sex and lust. "Ah! I'm close- Suzanne, I'm close..." She humped wildly. Her blonde hair was frazzled and her face disheveled. She was in a groove as Suzanne drove her wild with hands to her tits and those throaty whispers.

"You want to fuck my nephew? My Sweetie?" Suzanne spanked and pawed at the Ingrid's bucking ass, deepening the pink hue.

"Ah! Suzanne! I want-" Ingrid barely got out the words before another spank made her writhe with screams of carnal pleasures and desires. Her skin seemed to glow as the sloshing sounds echoed in the room. The scent of pussy intensified and so did the heat of their union. Surprisingly, it seemed with each passing second, Ingrid grew hotter and wilder, and when Suzanne whispered almost noiselessly, she lost all sense and thrashed violently.

"Cumming! I'm cumming!" Ingrid squealed. She sprayed her juices on her breathless lover trapped underneath her. It seemed endless. She crashed beside Suzanne, her body still shaking and spewing cunt juices.

"Oh my Lord! Aunt Suzy! Ingrid!" Raymond came at that cry of release. It was a cum of an earth-shattering proportion. His semen shot out in jets and his whole body twitched, almost in sync with Ingrid, who was holding on to Suzanne for dear life. His hips jerked and his tugged at his cock to let out that last bit of cum. He closed his eyes, fantasizing about the two women with him and furiously jerked until he felt spent.

"I- I should leave before they spot me..." He murmured after he had recovered from his knee buckling orgasm and had erased the traces of his cum.

Giving the two women one last yearning look, he left wearily.

Scene 9

The conference to discuss strategy and alliance for the upcoming war was about to begin. Atmosphere inside the hall was a bit solemn, as if everybody was waiting for someone. A few of the personnel were busy with the logistic work. The rest of the people kept silent, occasionally murmuring amongst their entourage. Everybody seemed focused and tensed, however, Raymond's mind was elsewhere. He was busy recalling the scenes from last evening. Even as the noises around him became louder, those highly erotic scenes kept replaying before his eyes.

Aunt Suzy and Ingrid! He couldn't quite believe it that he had witnessed Suzanne and Ingrid fucking each other. "That was pure..." Raymond felt a fire inside his loins. He stared holes through Ingrid's back, and couldn't resist a hungry gulp when she bent down and inadvertently gave him a full view of her round ass.

Their dialogues had been filthy and incredibly taboo. Raymond didn't have the heart to believe those to be true and as anything other than dirty talk to arouse themselves. It had certainly aroused him, aroused him enough that he jerked off to them again and again. The earlier shame and guilt that he had felt to peep on his own aunt had long vanished, such was the passion between the two women and his own lust for them.

It's absolutely fine if I only think about it, right? His fantasies ran out of proportions imagining the two women either side of him. He had struggled to come to terms with it, his feelings for them and his want for them. When only late at night, he convinced himself that he had done no wrong. No harm, no foul. Nobody got hurt, and looking is not a crime... It was weak, however, it assuaged him.

"Sweetie! Pay attention!"

"Oh!" Raymond nearly stumbled out his seat when Suzanne whispered to him. He was reminded of last evening and his cock started getting hard. Focus, you, dumb fool! It was difficult for him to get his faculties under control, especially with Suzanne so close. Nonetheless, he managed to do it, although it took some time.

Suzanne on her part, didn't seem to mind and began, "there, you see that guy," She indicated with her eyes. After a moment's pause she added. "He's Robert Muller, the marshal of the Gervaland Kingdom. Do you remember when you met him at Ostorth?"

Raymond observed the grey-haired man. The man looked quite ferocious with his hawk-like eyes and his burly build. He was quite fair, as were the members of his entourage behind him, and was donning a leather armor. "I don't know... He seems familiar but..." he trailed off indicating his failure to recognize Robert Muller.

"It's fine, it was some years ago. And that other guy, you met him yesterday..."

He gazed at the handsome red-haired man Suzanne was alluding to with her eyes. Johan Olson, Raymond remembered his name quite clearly. While Ingrid was in middle of his treatment, Johan had come to discuss something about the conference with her. They had met and chatted for a bit, Johan had left quite the good impression on him.

"Johan, right? Yeah, he seems nice."

"He's alright..." Suzanne mused before her eyes glimmered. She shifted a little closer to him and added in an excited voice. "He's Ingrid's cousin, you know? You're quite a bit younger than him, but I think both of you will get on swimmingly!"

Raymond rolled his eyes at Suzanne's comment. She had a habit of introducing people, males in particular, to him. "There's too many women around you..." She would say.

"Well, you will get ample time for it later..." Suzanne stared at him, her eyes deadly serious. "Sweetie, I want you to remember one thing. Even if Beltran and Gervaland are our closest allies, always be wary. Don't ever completely trust anyone, ever!"

Suzanne's whisper rang loud in his mind. The way she had said it, so desolately, it gave him the chills. He instinctively wanted to embrace his aunt yet he couldn't. They were disturbed by the sudden loud commotion inside the hall and looked towards the entryway. A group of five people arrived inside the hall.

The one in the front was a blonde young man of short stature and with a portly belly. He had a golden tiara over his head and was dressed extravagantly. His slightly sunken eyes leered at the women as he passed by them. He gave Raymond an impression of a rich, good-for nothing, second generation as he pompously settled in the empty position at the head of the table. He gazed at the representatives of the respective kingdoms in turn and declared arrogantly, "this prince allows you to speak."

Ingrid cleared her throat and began, "Our three kingdoms of Beltran, Gervaland and Gelodesh welcome the respected crown prince, Troy Kylaf. We hope for a fruitful collaboration between the three kingdoms and the great kingdom of Kylaf."

Ingrid continued for a while and introduced all the parties present. There was not a single angry syllable or an outward show of displeasure on her firm face all throughout her speech, even as the crown prince ogled her hungrily during it. Raymond commended her, because to not falter or get annoyed when you might actually be disgusted beyond belief, was an art in itself.

As the hall fell silent while Troy unpleasantly gawked at Ingrid, the slightly older man who was inconspicuously sitting beside him, coughed and spoke, breaking the tension. "The crown prince and Kylaf Kingdom feel very welcomed and motivated to make all parties successful in our future endeavors together."

Raymond was engrossed by the authoritative yet calm presence of the man. The other three men in Troy's entourage also seemed powerful, however they lacked the certain poise, the outlook that came by being an expert.

So the rumors are true... Mikhail Obertan really is great. Raymond had heard of him, and his exploits, countless of times. One of the pillars of the Kylaf Kingdom, he was an incredible warrior, famed for his individual strength. There was certainly an air of veteran warrior around him, that couldn't be missed and which impressed Raymond.

"Yes! This prince likes it here!" Troy nodded and animatedly looked around the table. "Specially the women, they are quite to this prince's liking... What a collection of beauties!"​