Chapter 115

  Spanking Zara would usually produce a sound which was nothing but pleasant to my ears, and maybe to Zara’s, too. Couldn’t say the same for others, but all that mattered was that the involved parties enjoyed themselves.

  But this was something else. Something entirely different. The sound was crisp, and it didn’t contain an ounce of pleasure.

  Colton stared at his mother, his eyes dispying his shock, and his hand touching his cheek, which was slowly turning red from the sp that Zara had delivered across his face.

  My dick totally went crazy inside Zara from the simution alone, and the added factor was Zara clenching her own pussy while she stared angrily at her own son, which I could only assume.

  “Mo-mother?” His voice contained nothing but betrayal as he addressed his mother in a small voice.

  “Silence!” Zara roared, looking at her son with an angered expression, which, once again, I could only assume from her voice, and said, “Must you always interfere? Must you always be a thorn in my pns? Must you always dishonor this house?”

  Each question must have cut him deep like a bde. His eyes were wet, more from the mental pain than the physical aspect of his mother’s sp. The proud knight trainee slumped his shoulders and went silent.

  I could tell he was angry at me, but he didn’t even look at me for a good while after that.

  “Continue,” Zara ordered, her voice containing authority, which once again turned me on.

  “Yes, Lady Zara.” I immediately obliged, slowly moving my girth inside of her while keeping my hand on her throat.

  “Hnn~~”

  She moaned for a while, but it was something she could bear, so she asked, “Do you intend to go at this slow pace forever? And what of your hand on my throat?”

  I totally forgot about that. The scene of Zara spping her own son because he said something sensible was too much of a turn on while my dick rested deep inside her pussy that I even forgot about this.

  “That, actually, Lady Zara, is something I discovered with my mother.” I began to expin.

  “Can this lowly subordinate apply slight pressure to your throat?” I asked, just applying a little bit of pressure to her throat to give her a taste while keeping my rhythm of fucking her intact. Wouldn’t want her to think pleasure wasn’t involved.

  “Hmmm?” She moaned in question, but didn’t say anything for a while as her own hips moved slowly, enjoying the pleasure from my slow strokes.

  “I’ll allow it. Show me what you discovered.” She finally said, her voice barely a whisper due to my constant movements, but the authority in her tone was undeniable.

  “Of course, my dy.” Saying so, I applied just a little bit of pressure to her throat.

  Instantly, her pussy reacted, clenching tighter on my dick, which made me move a little faster on instinct.

  “HNNNG!!”

  Her body instantly felt the difference, and she did also.

  “How does it feel, Lady Zara?” I asked, releasing her throat a little, to see if she was ready to admit it or not. Women could be full of pride about that, and all those whom I trained this way were.

  However, this world itself was different, so Zara was honest as ever, reying completely how she felt, “Ama-hng-amazing~~”

  She moaned, but managed to convey her feelings. I smirked, but instead of tightening the pressure, asked, “Then, may I be permitted to grip a little tighter, Lady Zara?”

  One would have thought she would think about it, or her son, who was lying beneath her, seething with anger but mute, looking at me with hatred in his eyes like I had slept with his mother, would have interfered, but no such hindrance came my way as Zara, as quickly as she could say in between her moans, replied, “Yes…”

  A simple yes, yet what came next was like a wave of pleasure. Something turned on in me, and with her permission, which I could use in case she didn’t like what was going to come next, since I was just a lowly commoner, following her orders, began to pound her relentlessly.

  My speed was faster than ever, my left hand was gripping her throat just enough so she could intake the bare minimum oxygen to live, and finally, with my right hand, I spped the fuck out of her right ass cheek.

  It was red like a tomato, and so was her face since I could see a tint of redness from the side. She was suffocating.

  “Stop it! You’re hurting her!” Her son couldn’t stay silent anymore and said, but his mother’s actions were contrary to his words. She was even pushing back with all her vigor, meeting my dick halfway through, increasing the pleasure we both felt, and her pussy was as tight as a virgin, maybe even more so, threatening to cut off the mana supply to my dick.

  His mother didn’t come to my defense, which she couldn’t do due to the pleasure, but she sure showed it to me how much she agreed with me with those actions, and soon, she came on my cock, her pussy the tightest it could have ever been.

  “AAANHHHHH!!!!”

  “URGH!!”

  Even I had to summon all my might to stop myself from exploding inside of her. While the pleasure I felt at the moment was sufficient, and I could get hard again, I wanted my first cum of the night to be special. I had one specific finale pnned, and I wasn’t going to release before that.

  “Haa… Haa…”

  She just y there, barely breathing, but the grip of her pussy around my girth was reassuring enough to let me know she didn’t mind anything that had happened so far.

  I looked down at her, and her face had turned to the side on her son’s chest. It was a mess, her face. Tears marred her face, and her saliva was wetting the bnket beneath. Her tongue was out, and her eyes were glossy.

  She was at the epitome of her pleasure, and the best part was: she didn’t even know why she felt that way.

  She knew it was pleasure that she felt, but she didn’t know what it meant to signify. What was for sure, however, was that she would be seeking this pleasure more from me in the future.

  I sighed after catching my breath and letting her recover too.

  “Lady Zara, can you move now?” I asked.

  “Ye-yesnnhh~”

  She replied like a lifeless corpse. I could only shake my head and ask, “There is one st thing left on my list. Would it be possible to execute it now?”

  “Th-there is more?” She asked, and call me crazy, but I sensed fear in her voice. Fear full of anticipation.

  “Yes. One final experiment. If I may…?” I asked.

  “You scoundrel! What more are you going to do to her?!” Her son seethed in rage, looked at me as his mother y on top of his chest.

  I only smirked at him but didn’t reply. The decision was up to Zara after all.

  “Wh-what do you need me to do?” She finally asked after a while, probably thinking, or just recovering her breath.

  “Please raise yourself and pce your hands on the wall behind the bed,” I asked, like a subservient servant.

  With my dick still in her, she raised herself and slowly scraped her knees forward on the mattress. Once she was done, I had to make a few adjustments, but once I was done, I couldn’t help but ugh inwardly.

  In none of my lives, even when I managed to subdue all women to my will to the point they would even kill their husbands for me, could I ever create this scene.

  But now, in this free world, I was the king who could finally make many of his fantasies that I could never in my lifetime come true.

  “Perfect,” I mumbled, feeling the breath of Colton on the spot where my dick and Zara's pussy were connected.

  “Haha.” I couldn’t help but chuckle out loud as Colton asked, “What is this? Why are your filthy pces in my face?!”

  “Please bear with it, young master. Your mother’s pleasure is at stake.” I replied, and without waiting for either party to say anything, grabbed Zara by her arms, gripping them from her elbows so she was no longer touching the wall, and began to pound her mercilessly.

  My thigh collided with her right red ass cheek, while her left one was slowly turning more red from this new collision.

  Her juices fell on top of her son, who made sure to let us know how disgusted he was, but the more he compined, the more my pleasure was pushed to the edge, and with the constant block on my release for more than an hour of sex and throughout all these amazing scenarios, I could no longer hold back.

  Together with Zara, I finally came, making her scream in pleasure along with me, and another scream from below us, combined with my grunt that conveyed the pain of holding off my orgasm for so long.

  But finally, all was white.

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  To smut or not to smut, that is the question.

  P.S: I uploaded this chapter on my other novel. My mistake