Chapter 28: Chapter 28 — A Lewd Aunt. [R-18]
Suna figured he’d back off and give her some space to get her chores done, but Kael had other ideas.
He didn’t move an inch. Instead, he reached out and yanked her skirt down to her ankles. Since women here didn’t wear any underwear, everything was instantly exposed.
Their clothing was simple—mostly just a flat piece of cloth wrapped around their chests and a skirt with slits that covered their butts and thighs.
For men, it was even simpler, like basic tank tops and loose pants. Kael didn’t waste a second, taking full advantage of the easy access.
Suna didn’t seem surprised by Kael’s bold move, but she let out a sharp, irritated huff, shooting him a look over her shoulder.
She was right in the middle of squatting over the wooden washbasin, scrubbing a pile of heavy linens, and there was no way she could accommodate his cock while pinned in such a cramped, awkward position.
She wasn’t about to stop her work, and she wasn’t about to lose her balance just because he was feeling impatient.
Kael didn’t care about the logistics; he had already yanked her skirt down to her ankles, leaving her pale, rounded ass fully exposed to the humid air of the room.
He didn’t waste a second, immediately burying his fingers into her pucker, digging deep into the folds.
Suna’s posture softened instantly, her annoyance melting into a needy, wet moan as her muscles relaxed in surrender.
She was more than fine with his fingers—in fact, she loved the way he handled her back there—but she knew it wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger that was radiating off him.
Kael was focused on a much bigger goal. He wanted to go all the way, to bury his sword to the hilt in her warm, tight scabbard, and he knew he had to prepare her properly.
He brought his hand to his mouth, spitting a thick, heavy glob of saliva onto his palm.
With a greedy, focused expression, he began to smear the spit all over her hole, circling his fingers around the rim until the passage was slick, sloppy, and glistening.
He was methodical, working the lubrication deep into the tight, heat-radiating muscle, turning her ass into a wet, inviting trap that was practically begging to be filled.
He kept his eyes locked on the way her body twitched and shivered under his touch, already imagining the way she would scream once he ditched the fingers and replaced them with his thick, hard cock.
Kael worked on her for another ten minutes, making sure both his cock and her hole were slicked up and ready with a thick coating of his spit.
"Okay, Kael, I’m done with this," Suna said, straightening up and wiping her hands on a towel. "Come into the hall if you want to keep going."
Kael was more than happy to oblige. He followed her closely as she walked into the main room and reached back to pull her skirt down, sliding it off her hips and letting it drop to the floor.
Kael didn’t wait for her to move. "You can take it all off, Aunt. It’ll be a lot easier that way," he said, his voice dropping low.
Suna just let out a soft "hmm" in agreement, reaching up to undo the fabric covering her chest.
She let the cloth fall, leaving her breasts completely bare and swaying. Kael didn’t hesitate, stepping up to cup both of her heavy, soft breasts in his palms, squeezing them firmly.
"Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you look, Aunt?" he asked, pressing his face into her neck.
Suna’s eyes fluttered shut, clearly enjoying the attention and the way he touched her. "Hmm, not really," she purred, leaning into his hands. "But do I look even better than your mother? Huh, Kael?"
Kael felt caught off guard for a second, but he kept his cool and smoothed things over.
"How could I ever compare you two, Aunt? Even if Mom has got better curves and a bigger chest, you’ve got to remember that you’re still younger than her. Who knows? In a few years, you might even surpass her."
Suna had only asked the question to mess with his head. Deep down, she knew she wasn’t as pretty or as well-built as his mother, and that little inferiority complex had been eating at her for a long time.
But hearing his answer totally changed her mood. She actually bought it, letting out a satisfied breath.
"How could I forget? Amelia definitely has a few years on me," she murmured, feeling a lot better about herself.
"Haha, okay Kael, you win," Suna laughed, looking at him with a mix of surprise and genuine pleasure.
"I don’t know what actually happened to you lately to make you change so much, but I don’t dislike it one bit."
She looked at him, clearly feeling the shift in the room’s energy and the way he was commanding the situation.
Kael had managed to make her feel beautiful and desired, and she was more than ready to pay up.
"Since you’ve made your aunt so happy," She said, flashing him a wide, inviting smile, "you can have my backdoor all to yourself. You can do whatever you want with it, Kael. I promise I won’t stop you."
Kael couldn’t have asked for a better setup. "Okay, Aunt. Get down on your knees and take a Ratga pose. It’ll be a lot easier for you to take it in that way."
Suna nodded, moving quickly to get on her knees and arching her back into the familiar, submissive position.
Kael was so worked up he was practically vibrating; he didn’t want to waste another second.
He ripped his clothes off in a blur and lined his cock up with her asshole. With a steady, firm push, he eased the head inside.
Those ten minutes of prep work had paid off—she was slick and open, and he managed to sink halfway inside her with just that first movement.
