Consciousness returned to me not with a jolt, but with a slow, sensual tide of warmth that lapped at the edges of my sleep-fogged mind. The first thing I registered was the weight and warmth of a body curled against my side, the scent of Vera's skin—a mix of night-blooming jasmine and pure, feminine sweat—filling my nostrils.
Then, the sensation came.
A wet, hot, syrupy pressure enveloped my cock, a slick, velvet vise that pulsed and tightened in a rhythm as old as time itself.
"Schlurp. Schluuup…"
My eyes fluttered open, the dim, peach-hued light of dawn filtering through the blinds. My gaze traveled down the length of my body, past the rumpled sheets that smelled of our shared passion from the night before, to find the source of the exquisite torture. Aunt Vera. My Vera.
Her head was buried between my legs, a curtain of her dark, silken hair fanning across my thighs. Her full, painted lips were stretched taut around my girth, her cheeks hollowed with the devout suction of her worship. I could see the faint, glistening trail of her saliva connecting her mouth to my base. Her eyes were closed in meditative concentration, a soft, contented hum vibrating from her throat directly into my throbbing flesh, sending potent shivers up my spine.
"Buenos días, mi esposo…" she murmured around my shaft, the words a muffled, heated prayer against my skin.
"Lap…. Slurp. Schlurp… hmmm~".
Her tongue, a wicked, agile muscle, swirled around the swollen head of my cock, tracing the sensitive ridge beneath before plunging into the urethral slit, tasting the first beads of my waking essence. She was not just waking me; she was anointing me, claiming me in return for the claim I had staked upon her soul and body last night.
I exhaled, a long, ragged sound of gratification. "Vera, you are ridiculously dedicated," I managed, the words thick with arousal. My hand found its way to her head, my fingers tangling in her thick, luxurious hair, not to guide, but to simply feel the motion, to connect.
She pulled back just enough for her dark eyes, heavy with lust, to meet mine. "I belong here, Sael….. This is my place," she whispered, her voice husky. Her lips immediately returned to their work, the suction increasing suddenly, pulling a gasp from my chest.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Schlurp."
"Mmm... you know exactly how to make a man forget the entire world exists, don't you?" I asked, my hips beginning to twitch instinctively.
She increased her pace, a devoted priestess at her altar. The building pressure in my loins was a living thing, a coiling serpent of pure need. Vera sensed it, her dark eyes flicking up to meet mine again, a carnal understanding, deep and dirty, passing between us. Her sucking became more urgent, more ravenous. Her free hand, nimble and knowing, cupped and kneaded my heavy balls, rolling them gently before applying a firm, perfect pressure just behind them, cutting off the escape route.
"Oh, sí... that's it," I grunted, my breath catching.
"Tell me what you want, mi amor," she demanded, her voice thick, the words vibrating against my skin. She took me deeper, swallowing me down almost to the root.
"Schluuup! Schluuup!!!!"
"I want to ruin your throat, Vera. I want to shoot my load into your greedy, perfect mouth," I growled, my control slipping away quickly now.
"Sí, sí… dámelo todo, mi amor…" she whispered fervently, her cheeks hollowed again. "Lléname la boca…. Every drop belongs to me. You won't waste a single, precious bit of your seed."
That was all the permission I needed. A guttural groan tore from my throat, a raw, unfiltered sound of release. My back arched off the mattress as my hips gave a final, involuntary thrust upwards, burying my cock to the hilt in the scorching depths of her throat.
"Ugh. Ughk…Gukkk!!!." The muffled sound of her choking was immediately followed by the volcanic explosion of my climax.
With a roar that was part her name, part pure animalistic triumph, I came. My seed erupted from me, hot, thick ropes painting the back of her throat.
"Spluuurt. Gush. Spluuurt. Spluuurt!"
Vera's large dark eyes were squeezed shut, watering slightly from the volume and the force, but she held me firm, her throat working, swallowing every last drop of my morning offering with a desperate, grateful greed.
"Gulp. Swallow. Gulp. Gulp."
She kept milking me until the final tremors subsided, the pressure she applied to my perineum precise and cruel, ensuring I was completely drained. The final, wet suck as she released me echoed in the quiet room—"Schluuup."
I collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to regulate my breathing, the post-orgasm haze turning my muscles to jelly.
But she wasn't done. Not nearly. With a final, loving lick to my oversensitive head that made me twitch violently, she released me with a soft, wet pop. She crawled up my body, her expression one of fierce, primal need mixed with the smeared mascara of morning desire. Her lips glistened with my spent essence.
"Did you enjoy your breakfast, mi vida?" I asked, panting.
She spat slightly into her hand, collecting the slick residue coating her tongue, and rubbed it across my chest—a possessive, feral gesture. "It was divine, Sael…. The taste of your dominance. Now, you owe me completion… Fuck me, Papi~"
Without a word, she rolled onto her back beside me, her breathing heavy. She hooked her hands behind her knees, pulling her legs up and wide open, presenting herself to me without an ounce of shame. Her pussy was glistening, swollen, her folds flushed a deep, inviting red. The scent of her own pungent arousal, musky and sweet, mingled with the scent of my release on her breath.
"Look at how wet you are, tía," I murmured, leaning down to kiss the wetness from her mouth.
"I'm ready to take your seed deep... I am leaking for you, Sael," she panted, her voice trembling with need. "Now, Sael. Por favor… I need to feel you. Aquí. Breed me. Make me yours all over again…"
Her demand was absolute. In this world—the Alpha-deprived, sexually forward world where men were scarce—a full seed load was a gift and a claim that superseded any formal title like 'aunt.'
I needed no further invitation. I moved over her, settling between her splayed thighs, my hips rising above her waiting core.
"You are mine, Vera," I stated, the assertiveness back in my voice, fueled by the rush of my first climax.
"Yes. Yes, I am. Slit open my cunt, Papi~," she hissed back, gripping my hips in anticipation.
I guided my slick, still-hard cock to her dripping entrance, the head nudging against her swollen clit, making her gasp and buck her hips violently beneath me. "Ay! There… por favor…"
With a single, powerful thrust of my hips, I sheathed myself completely inside her, slamming my length deep into her incredible, clenching heat.
"PAH!" The sound of our skin meeting was blunt and demanding.
Vera's back arched off the bed, a sharp, piercing cry tearing from her lips. "¡Dios mío! ¡Sí! Oh, Sael, that depth! You fill me completely!"
I paused, buried hilt-deep, savoring the feeling of her internal muscles desperately clinging to my girth. "Tight enough to snap me in half, you absolute puta!!," I ground out, kissing her hard, aggressively claiming her mouth as thoroughly as I claimed her body.
Then I was moving, a relentless, piston-like rhythm that shook the entire bedframe. The sound was filthy, wonderful; the wet, rhythmic smack of my flesh against hers, the squelching, shlick-shlack sound of my cock plunging in and out of her soaked, tight channel.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
Her moans were a continuous, melodic symphony of Spanish and English pleasured cries. "¡Más duro! Harder, mi amor! Don't be gentle! Right there! ¡Ahí! You savage!"
I grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly, positioning her perfectly to take every inch, drilling into the deepest recess of her womb.
"You begged for this, didn't you, you greedy thing?" I snarled, driving my rhythm faster.
"I always beg for you! I live for this! PAH! Faster! Faster!"
Her internal muscles fluttered and clenched around me like a fist, milking me, pulling me deeper. I could feel her first orgasm rip through her; her entire body seized up, her pussy convulsing around my invading length in a series of rapid, rhythmic pulses.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~" She cried out, a long, wordless wail of ecstasy, her nails digging into my lower back, drawing thin trails of blood.
But I didn't stop. I drove into her through her climax, my pace becoming even more furious, more possessive. I was claiming her, marking her from the inside.
"Take me! Take it all, you fucker!" she screamed, urging the imminent second wave.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as a second, more powerful orgasm overtook her almost immediately. This one was a silent, breathless shock, her mouth open in a soundless scream, her body trembling violently beneath me. Her cunt squeezed me so hard, it felt like I was being suctioned dry.
It was my undoing. The pressure and the sheer, exquisite friction of her second climax sent me barreling toward the edge again.
With a final, deep, grinding thrust, I buried myself as deep as her body would allow. "Vera!" I growled, and let go.
My cum erupted into her waiting womb, a hot, torrential flood, mixing with her own internal fluids.
"Spluuurt. Gush. Spluuurt. Spluuurt!"
I held myself there, pulsing, for what felt like an eternity, pumping my seed deep into her core, fulfilling her desperate plea to be bred.
I collapsed on top of her, crushing her into the mattress, both of us slick with sweat and spent, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. After several minutes, regulating our oxygen intake, I slowly rolled onto my side, taking her with me, keeping my arm draped heavily over her waist. My cock remained buried inside her, swollen and soft, but still perfectly filling her space.