Damien Kova
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Alone With Her Daughter WIP (Fire Emlbem)
🕑 Added 2019-05-06 17:01:00 +0000 UTC
A loud and shameless moan rang out through the empty village that was littered with Faceless corspes left by two beautiful women. Tharja had dragged her daughter, Noire, into the village to help her rid it of Faceless so she would be able to use something from them for an ingredient to a portion she was working on. However, the longer the two stayed in the village, the longer Tharja had to admire her daughter’s form in battle. Sure, the younger of the two was more frightful and nervous as things dragged on, but despite all of this, something about her was just simply alluring to the witch.
And it all culminated in this moment. The feeling of having her own daughter’s soft tongue circling around her hard shaft was more than enough to make Tharja forget the shame of finding her own child attractive. It didn’t exactly matter when said daughter felt the same away about her, after all. But here she was, gently gliding her fingers through Noire’s dark hair, a wicked smile on her lips, and her spellbook in her free hand. Her glowing eyes fluttered shut for just a moment before she watched her little girl’s lips travel down the length of her cock without concern or regret. “My sweet Noire… I had brought this spellbook in hopes that I would be able to use it on you to do something like this. We’re alone here. No one would be able to stop me from enjoying your body to the fullest extent that we are phsyically able to. But…”
Tharja’s voice feel on deaf ears as she watched Noire’s eyes close and a deep blush come to her fair cheeks. “But here you are… Happily slurping on your Mommy’s cock like it’s no one’s business. I’d almost say you came here with me specifically so this could happen.~” There was a faint hint of sarcasm and lust in her voice as she spoke. She knew her daughter didn’t come here to be in bed with her. But that didn’t matter as she pulled Noire’s head back and relished in the sweet and sloppy pop that filled her ears when the girl’s lips left her shaft.
Of course, Noire couldn’t find the words to say to her mother. She knew that doing something like this with anyone she wasn’t married to was wrong. She also knew that doing something like this with her mother was a tabboo that was nearly irredeemable. But… Nothing hid the embarrassed but joyful smile on her soft lips as she looked up into Tharja’s eyes. “M-Mother… I…” Once the two had found their way into an cabin that had seemed to be abandoned, the only thing that had been on her mind was the taste of her mother’s shaft. It didn’t exactly help anything since they were both on the bed in the matter of a few seconds once they found their way inside. And seconds later, Noire had her preciously soft lips wrapped around Tharja’s throbbing member.
She didn’t ask questions, complain about the way Tharja’s nails dragged along her scalp as she tended to the cock, or even worry about being found out by anyone they knew. Noire was more than content with the deliciously sweet taste that coated her tongue when that hard, throbbing cock was buried inside of her mouth. Luckily for her, her hand absentmindedly stroked the throbbing member she had been sucking on the moment her lips pulled away from it. “Please hurry and cum…” Nothing else was on her mind at this very moment. Noire wanted to make her mother cum. She craved getting to taste it. Her body demanded to be the one to make Tharja reach her blissful peak while they were out here alone.
And she managed exactly that a moment later.
With a low groan, Tharja didn’t shy away from the lust or pleasure she was feeling. She was just happy to have such a beautiful girl tending to her shaft without complaining or wondering just how she had one. The fact that said beautiful girl was her own flesh and blood was just the sweetest cherry on top. Her lips curled into a delightful smirk as another shameless moan slipped from her lips. In that moment, Tharja watched the first strand of her cum leave her throbbing member only to spread from Noire’s chin to her forehead and cover her left eye. A second strand immediately follow suit, but instead covered her little girl’s soft lips, covering them in a thick layer of spunk and painting them white. However, when the following strands reached Noire, all of them landed on her tongue.
