Chapter 7
*To be Continued...*
"You're so deep inside me," Gaurav gasped, his voice cracking with emotion. "It feels like you've always been here... like this is where I'm supposed to be."
Bulbal's breath hitched at the raw honesty in his words—the truth that mirrored her own forbidden desires. She cupped his face, forcing him to look into her eyes—dark pools of lust and something deeper: a connection too twisted to deny.
"Don't stop," she whispered, pulling him closer. "Never stop."
"I can't..." he said. "I don't think I could even if I wanted to."
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, biting down on the pulse that fluttered under her skin. His hands gripped her hips tightly, desperately, as if he was afraid she'd disappear if he let go.
"Mom..." he whispered—half curse, half prayer—against her skin like a secret. "God, I need you so badly..."
"I'm here," she said, her voice low and full of promises. "I'm right here, baby."
"Please don't let me go," he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. "Please, I can't lose this, I need you too much—"
And she pulled him closer, holding him tight as he shuddered against her. "I'm not going anywhere," she murmured into his hair. "You're stuck with me now."
"Forever?" he muttered, voice muffled against her skin.
"Forever." No hesitation. No doubt. Just the weight of something precious. Precious… and *wrong.*
The clock on the wall blinked *3:00 AM* in red digits—silent witnesses to hours lost in tangled sheets and whispered sins.
Three hours.
Three hours of skin on skin, of moans muffled against mouths, of teeth marking territory like animals staking a claim.
Three hours of Gaurav proving himself—not just once or twice—but over and over again, collapsing only to rise at her touch like a phoenix forged in lust.
Three hours of Bulbal riding him slow, then fast; bending him to her will; making him scream her name until his voice cracked.
And still… *still* not enough.
She lay sprawled across his chest now—both slick with sweat, limbs trembling from exhaustion that pleasure refused to honor. His fingers lazily traced the curve of her spine down to where it dipped low above her backside—a soft caress that made her shiver despite the heat between them.
"Did I…" he panted, voice hoarse from crying out too many times—"did I satisfy you?"
She turned slightly, resting her chin on his chest so she could study those boyish eyes—the ones that had haunted dinner tables and late-night laundry folding for years now... watching... wanting...
A smirk curled at one corner of her lips—but this time softer than before. Almost… fond?
"You lasted," she said slowly. "Longer than Harish." A pause. "Longer than anyone."
His chest swelled beneath hers—pride mixing with disbelief.
"But?" he added quietly—hearing what wasn't spoken.
She exhaled through parted lips—a ghost-breath against his collarbone—as if weighing how much truth she should give.
"I'm never fully satisfied," she admitted finally, turning onto one side so their eyes met properly under dim moonlight seeping through blinds shaped like prison bars across their skin. "Not by men who take but don't *feel.* Not by boys who come and leave." She paused… then ran two fingers slowly down his jawline:
"But you? You stayed inside me—even when you were spent."
Her thumb brushed over his lower lip—an intimate gesture disguised as tenderness:
"You kissed me after... like I was more than just someone's mother…"
Gaurav held breath for moment before whispering,
"That's because you are."
And suddenly—it hit both like thunder beneath calm skies—
This wasn't just sex anymore…
It hadn't been since Chapter One began…
It was something deeper.
Darker.
More dangerous even than they knew...
Because somewhere deep inside...
a seed had been planted.
One born not from lust alone…
but hunger dressed as love,
and love sharpened into obsession—
The kind that destroys homes,
burns cities,
kills sons—or mothers?
Maybe both?
Outside—the first bird chirped as dawn approached silently beyond horizon…
But neither moved.
Neither dared breathe too loud—for fear reality would return
and steal this stolen paradise away...
So they clung instead:
skin sticky,
hearts racing not from effort but fear—
fear that when morning came...
they might have no choice
but surrender again anyway...
I see myself on mirror my dick is 4 inch grew in 5 inch
I am not Virgin anymore
I taste how to feel sex now I fell
So now I gonna be a milf and Virgin girls hunter I whisper in mirror and sleep
He stood before the mirror—bare, exhausted, eyes heavy with sleep and something else: *power.*
The room was quiet now. The storm had passed. But Gaurav wasn't the same boy who'd knelt trembling on that floor hours ago.
He looked at himself—really *looked*—for the first time.
His jaw was tighter. His shoulders broader. Sweat still glistened along his collarbone like war paint, and between his legs… he smirked.
"Five inches," he whispered to his reflection, voice rough with awe. "Hard… it's really five now."
It wasn't just size—he knew that deep down—it was what came with it: confidence dripping from every syllable, a hunger sharpened into focus.
Then slowly… deliberately…
He leaned closer to the glass until his breath fogged up her image beside him—the one only *he* could see in this mirror of sin—and said:
"I've tasted forbidden fruit."
"Now I know how women want to be touched."
"Especially older ones... mothers…"
A dark smile curled at his lips as memory flashed behind eyelids—
Bulbal screaming.
Begging.
Calling him *"better than any man..."*
And then softer—like a vow carved into bone:
"I'm not your son anymore."
"I'm your king."
"And when you cry out next time…" He tapped two fingers against the glass where her mouth would be if she were real again in this moment—
"It won't be pleasure you're chasing…"
"It'll be *me.*"
Then silence fell once more.
The camera in the clock upstairs blinked red—still watching—as Gaurav crawled back into bed… pulled her close (the warm body still half-dressed in afterglow)… kissed her shoulder without thinking…
And fell asleep whispering dreams of other women:
Wives.
Mothers.
Virgins soon-to-be ruined...
Hunting them not for love…
but for conquest.
For proof that he could own what others only fantasized about...
That night…
a new predator was born.
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*End Chapter Eight – "Kingmaker."*