As the last tremor of her climax subsided, Aexl stood, water cascading in sheets from his powerful frame. He moved behind her, his lips finding the sensitive nape of her neck, planting soft kisses there while his hands moved to cup her breasts, caressing them with a gentle reverence. He helped her to her feet, turning her so she faced the lion statue once more.
"Grab on," he commanded softly.
She obeyed, her hands finding purchase on the cool, wet stone. The steady stream of water from the lion's mouth showered her stomach, the sensation a stark contrast to the heat building within her again. Aexl's voice was a low, guttural whisper against her ear, a promise and a threat all in one.
"I'm going in."
Selene's breath was still a rugged, uneven pant. "Wait... haah... Mmm..."
He didn't wait. With a single, powerful thrust, he punched his penis into her pussy from behind.
"Ugh.. wai...t," Selene's words fell apart, swallowed by the overwhelming sensation of him filling her completely. A massive, stretching fullness that took her breath away. "Oh.. haah... haaah..."
"So tight… damn,… so good," Aexl muttered, his voice thick with lust.
Selene moaned, her head falling forward. "Haah… haah.. so thick... haah..." she gasped, as Aexl's pace began to build, a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent shockwaves through her.
"How is it," he asked, his voice a low tease in her ear, "compared to your husband?"
"Please... don't talk about himm... Mmm… haah..." Selene pleaded, the mention of her husband a jarring note in their symphony of lust.
"With this thick ass of yours, I doubt your husband can even reach," Aexl growled, punctuating his words with a sharp slap to her ass cheek. The sound echoed off the tiled walls. Selene's hips swayed, her body already giving him the obvious answer, but her mouth tried to betray it.
"Please…" she begged, "it hurts..."
SLAP!
He slapped her again, harder this time. "Whose is better, him or me?" he demanded, his pace turning stronger, faster, a relentless, punishing rhythm. "I know you're feeling it."
The pleasure was too much, the truth undeniable. "Yeah… haah.. Ohh!" she cried out, unable to take it anymore. "Yours! Yours is big... it's hitting me deep... in a place he can't reach! Haah!"
A manic, triumphant grin spread across Aexl's face. "I'll give you a reward for being honest... haah... haah..." He sped up, his pace becoming a frantic, pounding blur, his hand slapping her ass over and over, creating a wet, erotic sound that mingled with their moans.
Slap! Slap!
"Ohhh.. haah... ugh! Faster! I'm going to cum!" Selene whispered, her voice a desperate shriek. "Sooo deep.. ugh, so good!"
"Here it goes," Aexl grunted, pushing even harder, deeper, as he felt her pussy tighten around him in the first throes of her climax.
"Ohhh.. haah... ugh!"
"I'm gonna shoot all my cum inside your pussy!" he roared.
"Yes! Shoot it in me! Give it all to me! Ughhh!! Fill me up!" Selene screamed back.
"I'm cummmmmming! Aaaaah!!" Aexl bellowed, punching his dick as deep as it would go. A hot, thick fluid erupted from his penis, flooding her, feeling every nook of her womb. "Cumming! Aaaah! Aaaah!!"
Splurt! Splurt!
"Ughh! Ughhh!! Ugghhhh!!!!" Selene cried out, her body trembling violently as she took every last drop of his cum, her own climax crashing over her in a wave of blissful oblivion.
They collapsed together, their bodies spent. She turned her head, her face flushed, and began kissing him rapidly, desperately. "My womb is so full," she whispered, a dazed, satisfied smile on her lips.
Aexl grinned. "You want more?"
But before she could speak, a loud, comical growl echoed in the steamy chamber.
Grrrrrrrumble.
It was Aexl's stomach.
Selene burst out laughing, the sound clear and bright. "Let's eat first, General. Then... I'll eat you again later."
She gave him a quick, final kiss, took a swift bath under the fountain, and stepped out of the tub. "Take your time," she said, her voice full of playful promise. "I'll reheat the food."
Aexl sat back in the tub, the warm water swirling around him. As the door clicked shut, his gaze fell to the floor where his Ephone lay. The screen was glowing with an unfamiliar, golden light.
He smirked, a new kind of hunger stirring within him. "So, Horny Dominion," he murmured to the empty room. "What did I unlock this time?"
***
By the time Aexl stepped out of the steamy bathhouse, toweling his hair dry, Mereia was just returning from the main hall, a thoughtful, almost mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Back so soon?" Aexl asked, his tone casual.
Mereia's lips curved into a playful smile. "Don't want to see me now, General?"
"No," Aexl replied, a faint smirk touching his own lips. "I just thought you'd be pinned down there, with the new guests arriving."
"That was the case," she admitted, her voice light. "Some of Lyeona's captains joined the festivities. But then Juvia asked where you were. I said you were at our house, resting." Mereia paused, tapping a finger to her chin. "Then Juvia insisted she could take care of everything on her own. Something about the captains' wives being there to assist. She practically shooed me out the door, told me to come 'take care of you'." She let out a soft hum. "Juvia seemed quite flushed, her face was so red... I think she might have been drunk."
Drunk? Not a chance. Aexl's mind chuckled silently. That woman wasn't drunk, she was horny. A fleeting image of his last encounter with Juvia flashed through his mind, a memory of barely contained passion. He pushed the thought aside as Selene emerged from the house, breaking the moment.
"Oh, Mom, you're here!" she said, her voice bright. "Let's have dinner already. There you are, General! Come on, your tummy is hungry," she added with a warm, knowing smile.
The three of them sat at the small, intimate dining table. The atmosphere was surprisingly domestic, filled with the aroma of reheated stew and the clinking of cutlery. Mereia, however, seemed determined to make it anything but ordinary.
"So, Aexl," she began, her eyes sparkling with a curiosity that felt far too personal. "Tell us about your life on Earth. How many women have you slept with? Did you have a girlfriend?"
"Mother!" Selene hissed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "You can't just ask those things!"
The table was filled with laughter and Selene's half-hearted attempts to scold her mother. But what really stood out during the meal wasn't the food, nor was it the conversation. It was the subtle, insistent pressure Aexl suddenly felt against his crotch. He froze, his mind instantly analyzing the situation. Selene was sitting beside her mother, on the other side of the small table. The only person sitting directly across from him, the only one whose foot could possibly be caressing his penis under the table, was Mereia.
Well, well. Like mother, like daughter. He played ignorant, continuing to eat and engage in the conversation as if nothing was happening. But deep inside his trousers, his penis was stirring, hardening into a beast straining at its leash. If it weren't for the table hiding his arousal, he might have pounced on Mereia right then and there.
When they finished eating, Aexl insisted on washing the plates. As Selene headed up the stairs to her room, she leaned in close, her warm breath a tantalizing caress against his ear. "I'll be waiting for you," she whispered, her voice a naughty, silken promise. "Since your tummy is full now..."
Aexl washed the plates with the practiced efficiency of a soldier long accustomed to self-reliance. As the last dish was dried and put away, he remembered his Ephone, still lying on the floor of the bathhouse. He made his way back, the humid air of the small building clinging to his skin.
He met Mereia just as she was coming out, having finished a second bath of her own. His breath caught in his throat. Her eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and drowned in a raw, undisguised lust. She was wearing only a single, thin piece of cloth, a wrap that did little to conceal the lush curves of her body, the fabric clinging to her still-damp skin. She blocked his path, a predator cornering its prey. Her voice was a low, husky whisper that sent a jolt straight to his groin.
"Want to taste something for dessert?"
The word "dessert" hung in the humid air, a loaded invitation that sent a jolt of raw electricity through Aexl. Instantly, his hand shot out, not with aggression, but with a predatory certainty. He bypassed her waist, his hand grabbing her pussy through the thin, damp cloth, his thumb pressing down on her tiny mound. His other fingers immediately began a practiced search for the slit. His mind registered the facts with tactical speed: no lingerie, just the thin wrap. Barely there. He could feel the warmth of her pussy radiating through the fabric.
"I'm more of an... appetizer... kind of guy," Aexl whispered, his voice a low growl against her ear. But in his mind, a colder thought took shape: This is payback for what you did to me at the dinner table.
His index finger found the wet slit and dug deep, pushing past the flimsy barrier of cloth and plunging inside her.
Mereia let out a sharp, choked moan, but he cut her off. "Let it out," he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let Selene know just how horny her mother is."
"No... no..." Mereia spoke, her voice a strangled plea. To stop the overwhelming intensity building inside her, she lunged forward, sinking her teeth into his shoulder. The sharp, brief pain did little to deter him.
Aexl pulled his finger out. Despite the thin cloth acting as a flimsy sheath, his finger was dripping with her wet juice. Mereia's eyes, already drowned in a sea of pleasure, widened in anticipation of what was next, her mouth forming a perfect, silent 'O'.
Aexl slid the slick finger into her open mouth.
Mereia reacted instinctively, her lips closing around his digit, sipping and sucking on it like a child with a lollipop.
"How's the taste of your own juice?" Aexl muttered, a cruel smirk on his face.
"Please... I want... it," Mereia replied, her words muffled around his finger, her voice thick with an all-consuming need.
He scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, their mouths crashing together in a passionate, almost violent kiss. As they moved, he asked, "Your room?"
Mereia, breathless, pointed towards the far corner of the upstairs landing.
They passed Selene's room, and through the slightly ajar door, Aexl caught a glimpse of her lying still on the bed, likely fast asleep, oblivious to the drama unfolding just outside her door.
As soon as they arrived at Mereia's room, he didn't set her down gently.
Blaghh!
Her body fell onto the mattress, not with a hard, painful thud, but with a soft, perverted bounce. Without a word, Aexl unstripped, his clothes falling to the floor. Mereia, in turn, opened her legs, ready to embrace the full, erect length of his penis.
The room's atmosphere grew thick, charged with an unspoken, desperate urgency. Aexl moved slowly, deliberately. There was no need for foreplay, no need for anything else. The look in her eyes, a mixture of raw hunger and crazed obsession, told him that any more delay would kill the mood far more effectively than his penis ever could. As Aexl's hands pressed against her skin, feeling her incredible softness, he knew this was not just about pleasure. This was a conquest.