Usagi-chan leaned forward and dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside from base to tip, tasting me with a soft, hungry hum.
My hips jerked involuntarily.
The fabric muffled her breathing but not the sudden wet heat that enveloped me as she took the head between her lips, sucking gently as her tongue swirled.
Then another rustle came from the cupboard.
Silverøse turned once more. "And this sash? Gold or silver thread?"
But this time, I reaped what I sowed: she only saw me, alone on the cushion, the blanket suspiciously bunched around my lap, my face flushed, and my breathing uneven.
I swallowed. "Gold... gold is good, right?"
Yeah, she wasn’t buying it.
She tilted her head, her eyes narrowing slightly at the faint rustling and slurping coming from beneath the blanket.
Then a blush crept up her cheeks, and her lips pursed into a pout.
"D-Don’t you think you’re making too much strange noises, Benjamin Mark-sama?"
Right?
But before I could stammer an excuse, she stepped forward and yanked the blanket away in one swift motion.
Usagi-chan was caught mid-suck, her cheeks hollowed, her red eyes wide with surprise. My cock was halfway down her throat, her lips stretched wide around the thick shaft.
Then she blinked up at her mother innocently, and smiled around the mouthful of cock, a thin string of saliva connecting her mouth to the glistening head when she pulled back.
"G... Good morning, Oka-sama," she mumbled, voice muffled with saliva and guilt, her eyes drifting sideways as if suddenly fascinated by the wall.
Silverøse stared at her for a long moment. Then she sighed, her shoulders dropping in fond resignation.
"Well... you’re 90 now. Your body might crave these kinds of things already."
"N-Ninety?!"I yelped, voice cracking.
So I was the kid here?!
"Of course, Benjamin Mark-sama." Silverøse finally looked at me, still calm. "She’s indeed rather young-looking. But trust me, she’s well off age now."
She knelt beside us, reaching out to stroke Usagi’s silver hair while the bunny girl stayed kneeling between my thighs, her eyes half-lidded with contentment.
Ah... Usagi-chan was still putting the cock inside her mouth; she finally pulled off from it with a wet pop, strings of saliva dangling from her lips to the swollen tip.
Then her mother yanked her by the ears. She was dropped down to the floor, sulking.
"About fifty years ago," Silverøse continued, "her hormones went wild. And she started seducing random strangers in the villages; just about anyone who caught her fancy. I had to ban her from any sexual activity until she was truly mature and off age."
"Off age" for bunny beastkin was apparently seventy-five. When it’s around eighteen for humans. Wow.
"However, Usagi obeyed surprisingly well," she continued, "So well, that I... forgot about the restriction, honestly. She was so good at staying chaste."
Usagi gave her mother a glance, then sat back on her heels, her ears drooping.
"Hmph! Oka-sama never let me have fun..."
Silverøse turned back to me. "The bubble probably burst the moment Benjamin Mark-sama touched her ears the first time."
Usagi’s ears perked slightly. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming. "But how old are you, Benjamin Mark-sama?"
Huh?! Against 90, I’m still a young boy, though.
And the truth—that I was technically about two weeks old since my rebirth in this world—wasn’t something I could say.
So I went with the safer lie.
"Hm. I’m thirty-five."
"Bwahahaha!" Usagi burst into bright, pealing laughter, clapping her hands. "Thirty-five?! Is Benjamin Mark-sama a baby?! So young!"
H-Hold up! Don’t laugh so much, you little grandma!
SMACK!
"Owww!"
Silverøse smacked the back of Usagi-chan’s head heavily, leaving her grumbling.
"Don’t laugh at him, Usagi. Humans age much faster than beastkin. It’s not polite to mock them." She turned to me with an apologetic smile. "Please, she means no harm. And surely I realize you must be joking about being so young. There’s just no way Benjamin Mark-sama is as young as that."
Ha... Hahaha!
"Ah, so I couldn’t deceive you after all, Silverøse?" I leaned into the wonderful opportunity. "I actually am not thirty-five... But I’m bound by a pact so I cannot say my real age."
Both of them stared at me with wide, sparkling eyes.
"Ooohhh!" they chorused in perfect unison, awe written across their faces.
And I noted silently that Silverøse sometimes acted like an air-head and a kid herself—the way her ears twitched excitedly, and the childish wonder in that expression.
Tsk. So cute.
Usagi-chan immediately recovered from the awe. She crawled forward on her knees, hands already reaching for my cock again.
"So... can Usagi-chan do naughty things with Benjamin Mark-sama now?"
"What?!" I winced hard.
Silverøse began to blush deeply, her cheeks turning a rich rose.
But she didn’t look away from us.
I mean, instead she rose slowly to her feet, her fingers moving to the ties of her own robe.
"If it is Benjamin Mark-sama’s wish... he can have both of us right now."
B-B-Both?! You wanted it too?!
My brain was almost fried from the stimulations of today. It was all unexpected; Usagi-chan’s maturity and Silverøse’s sudden interest.
And it began... Silverøse started to strip.
She untied the outer sash first, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of silk.
The robe parted slowly, revealing the mature swell of her breasts; broad and heavy-looking, her nipples already dim and erect beneath the thin inner layer.
She shrugged the garment off her shoulders and let it slip down her arms, exposing her pale skin that glowed in the firelight.
Her waist curved inward before broadening into those wide, womanly hips, the kind basically made for gripping.
Between her thighs her beautiful pussy was framed by soft silver hair, the lips plump and glistening with wetness, and a thin trail of dampness already shining on her inner thighs.
So this is Silverøse? She was extremely breathtaking.
She stepped out of the pooled fabric completely naked, her body radiating heat and subtle timidity.
Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, her nipples tightening further in the cool air. And her tail twitched briskly behind her, thick and plush, while her ears stood tall, flushed pink at the depth.
Usagi-chan watched her mother for only a second before pouncing.
She mounted my lap, her small hands wrapping around my cock once more, her stroking frantically.
And seriously, her eyes were nearly crazed with need, her pupils blown wide, and her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
"So I can do as I like with Benjamin Mark-sama? Saiiiiko!"
Eep! Spare me!