CH 82: A Lowlife Milf

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{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}

"Who do you think-" she started, only for her voice to be cut with another spank to her spectacular breasts, making them jiggle in a way that begged me to cum. Somehow, I managed to hold myself back. "Stop-" she tried to say, only to receive yet another spank.

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"I can go all day," I said, but when she tried to open her mouth, I decided to equalize the game, and grabbed the crop she discarded earlier, waving it threateningly.

Her mouth closed back in an instant. "Excellent, now, the question," I said, but she looked confused. "The one I asked earlier, whether your daughter knows just how big of a slut you are," I clarified.

"How dare-" she tried to say, angered by the insult, but when the crop landed on her cute belly hard enough to leave a faint pink mark, she chose not to continue her antagonistic speech. "N-no," she stammered instead. "Not everything."

"But I'm guessing she knows enough," I answered even as I put my empty hand to better use, and grabbed one of her spectacular breasts, its presence more than enough to fill my hand to the brim, my fingers sinking into their heavenly softness.

She moaned spectacularly as my fingers dug into her flesh, while I continued to drill her mercilessly. "Maybe," she managed to answer. "She doesn't appreciate my more liberal approach," she said, before turning her gaze toward her unconscious daughter, managing to smirk despite the situation. "Or she didn't in the past. She seems to have a change of mind since she came to Britain."

I shrugged. She wasn't correct, of course, but I had no intention of explaining my manipulations to her, just in case she decided to save her daughter from my evil clutches. Making her think that Fleur acted because she was chafing in her marriage bond was much safer.

I didn't say anything else, just continued to slam inside her. Soon, she abandoned her token resistance, her back arching beautifully as she angled herself to give me better access to her depths.

"Wow, Fleur is right," I commented. "You're really a slut."

"I'm … not," she answered, trying to look angry, but it would have been more effective if she hadn't actually moaned the answer with her eyelids fluttering as the pleasure invaded her body.

"Really," I said, not bothering to hide my amusement as I pulled out, and took a seat instead. "So, you're saying that you're happy that we stopped, and you're not going to sit on my lap to continue our joyful dance.

The expression of shock on her face was beautiful. Considering her great beauty and her allure, I was willing to bet that no one had been daring enough to challenge her in such a way, especially when enjoying her tight grip to the limit.

Outrage followed her shock soon after, rightfully taking it personally. "How dare you?!" she exclaimed as she jumped up to her feet, her spectacular curves jiggling beautifully. She was

I shrugged lazily. "I dare," I murmured leisurely even as I slowly raised my gaze to her face. "The question is, what are you going to do. It should be easy for you to turn back and leave if you're not a slut."

"You … you…" she repeated, her breathing out of control as she tried to come up with an answer, her allure flickering dangerously before slamming to me even stronger.

It was a mistake on her part since the spell to reflect her allure back to her was still active, and she was angry and aroused enough to miss the impact.

When I pulled out, she was already nearing another orgasm, and considering she was hedonistic enough to watch her own daughter even before my intervention, it was already a challenge for her to stop. Now, blasted with her own thick allure, she was hopeless.

"You can leave if you're not willing," I said as I pointed at Fleur, who was still sleeping naked on a nearby couch. "It's not like I'll struggle to finish myself."

After being reminded that the challenge I presented was not a bluff, her resistance was quick to fall. After all, she was burning with a desire that was hard to suppress.

She turned her back, but made no attempt to walk away. Instead, she slowly lowered herself on my lap while facing outward, positioned herself to avoid my gaze.

I decided not to give her that. Just as her entrance touched at my crown, I spanked her bottom hard. Appoline cried. "What the hell!" she exclaimed as she turned to me, anger back in the mix.

"Not like that," I said to her. She looked confused. "I want you you to be facing at me," I clarified.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she murmured angrily, but her determination didn't last long under my gaze. Not surprising, considering her willpower was long-suppressed by her raging arousal.

She said nothing else, but her movement was answer enough. She closed her eyes as she lowered herself, my erection once again disappearing in her beautiful folds.

"I like to live dangerously," I answered as I grabbed her breasts and started kneading them, forcing another moan off her lips. Her dissatisfaction at my daring didn't prevent her from dancing up and down daringly, nor she tried to push me away from her heavenly bosom, too busy trying to hide the entirety of my shaft inside her.

But her eyes stayed closed, something I didn't like. I slapped her tit once more and ordered. "Keep your eyes open, I want to watch your slutty shame."

"You're a true lowlife," Appoline replied, but her sapphire blue eyes stayed open nonetheless.

"I know, sweetie," I said as I let one of my hands move down while gently caressing the curves on her side until it landed on her voluptuous hips. "But the important question is, if you despise me that much, what are you doing jumping up and down on my lap like the cock-hungry slut you are."

"I'll make you pay," shouted, or more accurately, moaned loudly, her hips picking up speed.

I could feel myself nearing to a limit, and decided to use it as another opportunity to mess with her. "When?" I asked. "Before I cum, or after?"

In her haze, it took a couple of seconds for the statement to click in her mind. "Don't you dare!" she exclaimed as she tried to rise, but while she was trying to process my words, my other hand joined the first on her hips, allowing me to strengthen my grip so that her legs —shaking and trembling under the effects of her incoming orgasm— failed to gather the necessary strength to free herself from my grip.

I erupted inside her.

"No!" she moaned, but her body chose to betray her will once more, choosing that exact moment to trigger her climax, the earthquake that filled her robbing her off the power, making her collapse against my chest, breathing helplessly to get a semblance of control. All the while, my shaft throbbed, again and again, filling her to the brim.

"Are you content with what you have just done!" she said angrily as she tried to push herself away from my chest with her trembling arms, of which I allowed. But it was different when she tried to stand up. I pressed her shoulder down, pinning her in place.

"Definitely," I answered. "The question is, are you ready for what's going to happen next?"

"Bastard," she shouted. A slap exploded on my cheek in response, proving that after her orgasm, and with the panic of being soiled thoroughly, she gained a moment of clarity. I could have prevented that, of course, but letting it happen was more interesting. It gave me the excuse to punish her thoroughly.

"Do you think that'll end well for you," I said with a threatening calm. Her eyes widened, but when she tried to pull back, my arms were ready to pin her in place once more.

In preparation, I wrapped one arm around her waist, pressing her against my chest once more.

The other reached my wand, and I cast several spells in rapid succession, conjuring an anal plug and coating that with several spells.