I chuckled darkly, my cock pulsing against Kerry’s trembling thigh, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her sensitive skin until she shuddered beneath me.
"Liar," I murmured, my teeth grazing her collarbone before sinking in just enough to make her whimper, her fingers digging into my arms like claws.
"Aunt," I growled, my voice rough with lust, my fingers sliding deep inside her tight, dripping cunt. She gasped, her back arching off the stone, her breasts heaving as I curled my fingers to hit her G-spot with relentless precision.
"Your pussy is fucking flooding," I snarled, my thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles while my fingers fucked her deep.
"Your nipples are so hard they could cut stone," I twisted them again, pulling a broken, needy cry from her lips, her body jerking beneath me.
Kerry’s moans grew louder, wilder, her hips bucking against my hand like an animal in heat. "D-Dexter—!Ahhh!—It burns... but it feels good..." she panted, her voice raw, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. "W-What is this magic? My body... it aches... it needs—!"
"No magic," I growled, my cock throbbing at her desperation. "This is a pleasure, Aunt. And you’re addicted already." My lips crashed onto hers, swallowing her moans, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth, fucking it like I wanted to fuck her pussy. She whimpered, her body trembling, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she never wanted them to leave.
Then I noticed Ada—wide-eyed, mouth open in shock, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched us. Her own pussy was no doubt throbbing, her nipples hard as pebbles, her body aching with confusion and need. A wicked smirk curled my lips. I pulled back from Kerry, her whimper of protest dying in her throat as I turned my attention to Ada.
"Aunt Ada..." I murmured, my voice a dark, velvety purr, my fingers trailing up her thigh, teasing the edge of her soaked pussy. "Let me taste your nipples..." My lips brushed against her neck, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, teasing path up to her ear.
"Aaah, Dexter..." she moaned, her body shuddering, her fingers gripping the stone beneath her. "Hmmm... It feels... strange... like fire... but good..."
I moved lower, my hands claiming her tits, kneading the soft, heavy weight of them before my mouth sealed around one stiff nipple. I sucked hard, pulling a broken, desperate moan from her lips—400 points for each nipple, flashing in my vision like a reward for her surrender.
"Aaah! Hmmmm—Aaaah, Dexter! Don’t stop... Do it harder...!" Ada’s back arched, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as I obeyed, my teeth grazing her nipple before biting down just enough to make her cry out.
"Aaaaah—!Nnn—It hurts... but it feels... Aaaaah—!" she screamed, her body writhing, her pussy clenching around nothing, flooding with need. "I-I’m about to burst—! My belly... it tightens... Aaaaah—!" Her voice cracked, her thighs trembling, her pussy throbbing with the edge of an orgasm she didn’t understand.
I stopped.
Immediately.
Her body jerked, a frustrated whine escaping her lips as I pulled back, leaving her panting, desperate, her nipples aching, her pussy throbbing with unfulfilled need.
"Dexter—!No!—" Ada whimpered, her voice trembling, her hands reaching for me, clawing at the air. "W-Why did you stop? It felt... so good—!"
"Because you haven’t earned it yet, Aunt," I growled, my fingers pinching Kerry’s nipples again, twisting them just hard enough to make her gasp.
With my other hand, I lifted Ada’s arm, exposing the white, damp curls of her armpit, the musky, sweaty scent of her filling the air. Ada’s face burned with shame, but she didn’t pull away.
"Dexter... Ah—!" she whimpered, her body tensing as I leaned forward, my nose pressing into the soft, damp hair, inhaling the earthy, feminine scent of her. "W-What are you—?Nnn—!"
"Mmm..." I growled, my tongue darting out to lick a slow, deliberate stripe up her armpit, tasting the salt of her sweat, the musky tang of her arousal.
Ada’s body arched off the stone, a broken, needy sound escaping her lips as I earned those 100 pervert points—extra filthy because her daughter was lying right next to her, unaware of the depraved act unfolding just inches away.
"You like that, don’t you, Aunt?" I murmured, my voice a dark, teasing purr, my lips brushing against her skin. "The idea of me tasting you... licking you... making you feel things you’ve never felt before..." I growled, my cock throbbing at the thought, at the way her body trembled, the way her pussy clenched with need.
Ada whimpered, her cheeks flushing darker, her eyes flicking to her daughter before snapping back to me, glazed with lust and shame. "Y-Yes..." she admitted, her voice a barely audible whisper, her fingers clawing at the stone beneath her. "I like it... Too much... It feels like... like the sky is falling... but good..."
I didn’t let her dwell on it. My hands moved with purpose, lifting her other arm before my tongue dragged along the sensitive skin of her armpit, inhaling her scent deeply. The act earned me another 100 points, but the real reward was the way her body jerked in response, a fresh wave of shame and pleasure crashing over her.
Kerry moaned from beside us, her voice thick with jealousy. "Dexter... Aaaah—! What about me? My body... it burns too...!" She reached for me, her fingers gripping my arm, pulling me toward her. "P-Please... Touch me again... Make it stop... Make it feel good—!"
I smirked, my gaze raking over their trembling bodies, then flicking to Ruth, still asleep, oblivious. "Good," I purred, my voice a dark, possessive growl. "Because I’m far from done with either of you."
I leaned back, my cock pulsing like a wild, hungry beast as I took in the sight of them—two trembling, desperate women, their pussies dripping, their nipples hard as carved stone, their bodies begging for more of the pleasure they couldn’t even name. The cave air was thick with the musky, animal scent of their arousal, the sound of their ragged, panting breaths filling the space like a filthy, intoxicating rhythm.
My hands shot out, gripping Kerry’s wrists with rough dominance, yanking her arms up to expose the damp, tangled curls of her armpits.