Uhm… Mom?" Telle's face was a mixture of emotions, but the most prominent was profound bewilderment; this jumble of feelings was equally evident in her voice.
"Yes?" Tyris's voice sounded as expressionless as usual. She kept her eyes on her plate, not bothering to lift her head even slightly in a sign of interest.
"What's going on here?"
"What could be going on?"
Telle remained standing in front of the table, motionless, observing the scene before her. Tyris was sitting next to Sunny, close—very close; their shoulders were pressed together with no space between them. Still, Telle watched the scene for several seconds, unsure of what to do; she didn't know whether to stay quiet, cause a scene, or do something else entirely. What was happening before her eyes was so sudden that her brain couldn't quite process it, but that state began to fade; with every passing moment, a sense of unease began to stir within her, forcing her to speak words that pleaded for answers.
"Why are you two sitting together?" A trace of annoyance escaped her sweet, bell-like voice—a growing irritation. The sight before her seemed increasingly abhorrent and uncomfortable.
Her mother finally raised her head, deigning to give her at least a modicum of attention. She looked her in the eyes. An expectant silence filled the room; a battle of glances had begun, accidental yet natural.
The staredown dragged on, causing Telle's small golden eyes to spark with intensifying annoyance, her brow furrowing in sync with her mood.
It was Tyris who conceded victory in this brief encounter, averting her gaze with little interest. She turned toward Sunny, who seemed completely disconnected. His gaze was vacant, his mouth slightly agape, and his posture awkward even while seated.
"Answer me." In Telle's voice, one could feel embers becoming increasingly uncontrollable.
Tyris turned again to look at her daughter.
"Nothing very important. Sit down." She couldn't maintain enough focus on Telle to watch her speak; she redirected her gaze toward something that inexplicably seemed more interesting: the motionless boy beside her. At the same time, she stole a glance at the bottles Telle had brought and was holding in her hands.
With a scowl, Telle sat across from them and set the bottles aside, gripping her utensils with more tension than necessary; the vague answers only fueled her uncertainty.
"Did something happen while I was gone?"
"No," Tyris replied curtly and instantly, casting another glance at the gleaming wine bottles.
Her mother's blunt denial only left Telle more dissatisfied; frustrated, she turned toward Sunny.
To Sunny, this entire situation was none of his concern; he hadn't even been listening. He was seeing something far removed from the drama within those four walls: he wasn't really there.
The invasive yet pleasant scent of salt filled his nostrils; the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled him with a sense of wholeness. Sunny was where he was meant to be.
'I'm a sea flea, oh, it's so nice to be a sea flea. Just jumping from place to place in such a vast sea. What else can I expect from life? I don't think there's anything else; this, and only this, is the greatest joy a sea flea can have.'
Sunny traveled, jumping between the waves with his tiny body, happy and satisfied that every leap over the water was a small triumph. But amidst that peace, a sound filtered through the waves, one that made his world wobble subtly.
"...ny," was heard in the distance, but it was desperately ignored.
'How I love the salty smell of the sea; living among my fellow fleas fills me with joy.'
"...nny!"
His perfect world suffered a tremor; again, he forced himself to ignore it.
'My only job in this life is to wander around. Maybe bite some unfortunate soul who crosses my path… but I must say, I am very selective about who I bite. I like women very much! Something inside me drives me to do it! It's not my intention… well, yes, yes it is, but understand me, it's because...'
"Sunny!"
Sunny was expelled from his paradise and brought back to reality by a familiar little voice. He snapped his head up, meeting Telle's face—his lovely Telle. Having not yet fully re-entered reality, her figure seemed more like that of an ethereal and pristine being; he would have stayed there staring at her like a fool for a while longer if it weren't for the fact that something wasn't quite right. As his vision cleared, more details emerged; her expression showed worry, her brow was furrowed in confusion, and her inviting lips were curved downward.
"Sunny? What's wrong? You don't look well," she said with an anxious voice.
"Ah, I… I'm just a bit dizzy." Still dazed, his lips moved on their own, his response sounding like a mumble.
Telle was now sitting in the same spot where Sunny had previously sat under Tyris's orders. Realizing the positions had shifted, a tiny spark of realization hit him, then another; his memories were returning, clicking into place like a puzzle. He had dissociated, escaped reality for who knows how long.
As he looked at Telle, something inside him finally clicked. "Uh?" escaped his dry lips.
One memory in particular seared into his mind, lingering like a spot on the retina after staring at the sun. He brought his fingers to his lips, still able to feel the eager lips that had tried to devour him.
'Saint… Tyris.' The woman's name echoed in his head. Deep shivers raced down his spine; he felt a pull from his side, like a void in space forcing him to slowly turn toward it. In that moment, a strange sensation akin to a burning sensation arose in his chest; strangely, it felt nostalgic.
There was Tyris; her eyes were fixed on him, but unlike before, she wasn't trying to tear him apart in her mind with various medieval tortures. His instincts alarmed him again that he was the target; his body screamed that he was being eyed like prey.
He had only just emerged from his state of dissociation, but he quickly became stunned again upon looking into Tyris's two golden eyes; they were expressionless yet overflowing with something he couldn't quite identify. He remained frozen, staring at that pair of amber as if they were precious gems.
"Sunny." Hearing his name was like a tug on his consciousness. He lost focus on those beautiful pupils and turned robotically toward the one who had called him.
The same face as before, perhaps a bit more distressed, greeted him. "You seem a bit distracted; you weren't listening to me," she said, pouting. Suddenly, she turned toward her mother; her expression grew more tense. "Can you explain why you changed seats now?" she demanded with annoyance.
Sunny tensed up, though he tried to hide it; his lips pressed together. Although the question wasn't directed at him, his body reflexively shifted into a defensive posture.
In his memory, there was a gap between when he sat down and the present; he didn't remember when Telle sat down or what happened in between. His last memory before falling into the trance was Tyris taking his lips possessively. He let out a sigh of unknown content, grateful the question hadn't been for him.
Tyris grabbed one of the bottles Telle had brought to the table; with practiced technique, she uncorked one of the wines, pouring it into a glass near her. Before taking a sip, she glanced at her daughter for only a brief second. "I just wanted a closer look at your little boyfriend, that's all. I've found him rather… interesting." Having finished, she brought the liquid to her lips.
All those words took on a second meaning in Sunny's mind; the tension in his body increased, making him look like a stone statue. A wave of sweat and shivers ran through him as the words echoed inside him a second time.
"Hmph!" Telle huffed, trying to look annoyed and irritated but failing; she only managed to look cute. With a huff of annoyance, she turned back to her unfinished plate.
Sunny felt his mouth go dry as a desert again. He tried to see a course of action that could fix all this, some twist of fate, anything, but he only found himself in a dead end.
'Act normal, act normal. If Telle keeps suspecting… don't think about it too much, just... don't screw it up.'
He took a long breath and put on a mask of cordiality as best he could. It wasn't perfect—he looked extremely tense and uncomfortable—but it was the best he could manage. He directed his eyes to the table, aiming to focus on his plate to simulate normalcy. When he tried, he couldn't help but catch something out of the corner of his eye on the table, next to his plate: a glass with a reddish liquid. A bit further back, he saw a luxurious-looking bottle, the same one Tyris had served herself from. It hadn't been there before; he didn't remember when the glass had been filled either.
Despite the mystery, he didn't pay it much attention at first; his chaotic mind couldn't focus on something so irrelevant for the moment anyway. Continuing his act of normalcy, he grabbed the wine glass and brought it to his lips.
As soon as the liquid hit his palate, he nearly choked on the instant burn it caused; clumsily pulling the glass away from his lips in a sharp movement, some of the contents spilled onto the floor.
'What the hell is this? It feels like wine but burns as if I put embers in my mouth!'
He glanced at the bottle, the very one he had ignored moments ago; he realized the label was facing him. He focused on what it said; as his eyes scanned the specifications, they widened like saucers and his jaw nearly dropped.
'Alcohol content 226%? How is that even possible?! That's a disinfectant! No! Not even that, this should be corrosive at the very least.'
He looked around discreetly. Telle had a small glass with an equally small amount of wine; in contrast, Tyris and he had medium-to-large glasses. He cursed in his mind; he didn't remember when or who had poured the glass for him, but he could guess who it was. He stared at the glass for a few seconds with hesitation; his parched palate still begged for hydration.
'I'm thirsty… but…' The glass was more than just alcohol; it was literal poison for a normal person. Swallowing a glassful would lead to organ failure in minutes. But for those in the room, it was different. He wished he had water at hand; he even considered invoking his precious water memory—in fact, he was about to do it.
But he stopped at the last moment, swallowing the little saliva left in his mouth with bitterness. 'Wouldn't it be rude? That's not relevant now, but what could happen to me if I do something that could be misinterpreted? What if Tyris sends Telle for water? W-what will happen to me?'
The avalanche of doubts began to overwhelm his mind. Every scenario he imagined was full of uncertainty. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to take a path—the only one that might avoid an imminent tragedy: he brought the glass to his lips and drained the liquid greedily in one go.
He nearly choked the moment the liquid entered his mouth; through pure willpower, he managed to ingest it all, fighting against his throat which tried to constrict. His mouth was now on fire, as was his throat. After finishing the glass, his head spun and his body felt weak. Before anything else could happen, his Saint body—which might have had trouble dealing with a liquid custom-made to affect him—neutralized the potent poison with the help of Bloodwave, leaving him as if nothing had happened. The burning in his mouth subsided; his urge for hydration, while not gone, diminished enough to be bearable.
He let out a sigh upon finishing the glass. For a brief moment, like a flash, he had forgotten his problems; it wasn't that they had disappeared, but he felt more indifferent toward them. Before he could relax and let himself be carried away by the sensation, his internal alarms warned him that something was happening; then he felt a fluctuation in the atmosphere, like a current swirling toward him—not with a threat, but with unknown intentions.
He didn't have to guess who was causing this; after all, the person beside him had been keeping him under pressure for quite a while.
"Tell me, Sunless… no, Sunny. Is that your nickname? I like it."
Sunny's throat constricted upon hearing his nickname; something felt wrong.
"Y-yes…" his Flaw spoke.
"I see, Sunny…" She dragged out his name as she turned and leaned toward him in an audacious manner. She draped her arm behind his neck and leaned against him, allowing her lips to quickly approach Sunny's defenseless ear. She breathed into his ear with a heaviness that sent shivers down the spine.
"Mom?!"
Before he could utter a word, a loud, annoying noise reached Tyris's ears, filling her with irritation. She glanced sideways to see who was bothering her, and there was Telle, her face contorted in a grimace; some of her annoyance vanished upon seeing her, as if she remembered something. She blinked a few times.
"Ah… right, I'm here to uncover you," she whispered into Sunny's ear. She used her free hand to trace a path from his chest up to his neck, caressing him with a trace of menace. "I had forgotten; I almost fell for your tricks… you really are a disgraced womanizer. Do you remember what I told you before?"
"Mom! What are you doing?!" Telle growled, slamming the table.
"Tch." Tyris clicked her tongue. She gave her daughter another look only to ignore her again. "Whatever… no one would get hard from their mother-in-law's hand while their little girlfriend is watching, right?"
"W-what?" escaped Sunny's lips.
After giving one last breath into his ear, Tyris slowly pulled back, not missing the opportunity to slide her hand down Sunny's neck—not with a mortal threat, but with something different yet equally menacing. As if nothing had happened, Tyris sat back properly and focused on her wine glass.
"Mother," Telle pronounced with a contradictory voice—somewhere between calm and on the brink of collapse—which echoed in the sharp silence that had settled. "May I know what on earth you are trying to do?" she growled.
Tyris swirled the liquid in her glass. "What am I doing? Just trying to get to know the guy you brought home better. Don't be like that; don't be annoying."
Sunny had once again fallen into shock, trying to process what was happening, but he was snapped back to reality when the sound of a chair screeching against the floor thundered. Telle stood up abruptly; her face was tense and her jaw set, nearly grinding her teeth.
Seeing her, he sensed that things were about to get very bad. He barely had time to react, but he saw this as a way out: a hope to leave this room and this place. To get out of there with her, to get away from Tyris and this whole site for a long time, perhaps forever. Just as he managed to form some idea of an exit, a current of air—this time warmer—blew past him; it wasn't threatening, it was more like a caress, but at the last moment, the puff turned cold and sharp.
Despite being expectant of anything that might happen—whether an escape route or something that would make things more tense—he didn't expect to feel a hand caressing his thigh followed by the current of air.
He nearly jumped out of his chair as he felt Tyris's hand squeeze his thigh with intensity. He froze in that chair; the message was direct. He glanced at Tyris and saw her watching him; there was a clear message in her expressionless eyes.
'You are not leaving. If you do, it won't end well.'
Anticipating any bodily reaction, he swallowed hard and clumsily prepared his throat. "T-Telle! Wait…" he managed to say with difficulty, but succeeded in reaching the ears of the angry girl.
"Please sit down, listen to me, I'm asking you. Sit down and calm down… Saint Tyris and I are…" A squeeze on his thigh prompted him to keep talking when he hesitated. "We are… planning everything for your own good! Y-yes, that's it. While you were gone, we both thought of that and sat together to keep discussing the matter!" He let out a nervous chuckle at the end; it could have been a clumsy attempt to lighten the mood or a genuine mental reaction to avoid falling into complete despair.
Telle stood still, watching Sunny intently for a few tense seconds before her scowl softened slightly. She gritted her teeth and, letting out a huff, sat back down, not very willingly, crossing her arms.
As soon as Telle sat, a hint of relief washed over him, only to be struck down by the hand that, without delay, continued to slowly stroke his thigh.
Sunny gave her a far-from-discreet look. He saw how Tyris seemed to ignore him completely; she was focused on her glass, swaying the wine, analyzing it meticulously with interest. While she maintained her appearance of indifference, her hand under the table was lunging into action; it didn't wait any longer, sliding toward his groin.
Sunny's eyebrows quivered at the careful pressure. With dread, he felt the exquisite softness of Tyris's hand anxiously slip into his trousers.
Since the first touch on his thigh, blood had already been focusing on his member; his body was eager to continue where it had already been interrupted twice, right on the verge of release.
Tyris gripped his penis, which finished growing between her fingers, and pulled it out of his pants. At first, she only managed to get half out because of the elastic; without much thought, Tyris tore the fabric with a tug, allowing her to maneuver as she pleased.
'No… she won't do it, will she? Telle… Telle is right there...' He tried not to dwell on what was happening, but deep down he knew that something was going on with Tyris and that, whatever was influencing her to act this way, nothing would stop her from doing what came next.
Sunny gripped the table discreetly. He swallowed; he wanted to protest but couldn't allow himself to. He could only endure and try to hide the coming tremors. Anxiety grew with every second; he knew deep down that things were going to get difficult. He closed his eyes in resignation, feeling the wind hit his face in a caress that was hard to explain. He prepared himself for what was coming.
Tyris's thumb brushed over the tip of his penis, dripping with pre-seminal fluid. Her movement was eager; it wasn't nervousness, but a longing motion. After playing around, coating her fingers in pre-semen, she wrapped her potential son-in-law's member in her hand, taking it with the same firmness and technique as before.
Sunny nearly let out a moan as Tyris's hand began to move up and down his length, massaging him discreetly under the table.
Through her massage, she made sure to express all the emotions her Flaw wouldn't allow her to show; she enveloped the member with urgent need, making it so the stunned Sunny could barely handle it.
Despite his efforts, he couldn't hide it perfectly; he couldn't hold back some traces of expression from the sudden pleasure. The sensation was debilitating; Tyris's hand moved implacably with a softness and care that was torturously pleasant. His body demanded he erupt as soon as possible; there was no possibility of it being postponed again. He was too sensitive and shuddered, delaying the eruption as long as possible.
In the midst of the unwanted pleasure, he suddenly began to feel distressed about something; there were dozens of reasons to feel that way, but the source of his unease was right in front of him. He lifted his head and saw Telle, focused on eating her food, oblivious to what was happening.
She noticed the movement of his head and felt his gaze; she looked up at Sunny innocently. Telle's face became very worried, those expressive little eyes of hers overflowing with concern.
"Sunny," her voice sounded sweetly as she looked her boyfriend in the eye. "I'm worried. Are you okay?"
Sunny bit his cheek, trying to gather strength—at least enough not to fall apart in the middle of the exchange.
"I…" He was about to make an excuse, but without warning, Tyris's relentless hand began to move up and down his length with more intensity. Instead of just stroking it playfully, she gripped his member with firmness and obsessive resolve; this caused waves of pleasure that were hard to hide. He clenched his fists hard enough to turn coal into diamonds; despite the bodily tension racking him, he found a way to let out a smile.
"I'm feeling very good, Telle. Please, don't think about it anymore." A slight quiver in his voice escaped in his plea; he hoped it went unnoticed or at least didn't seem too suspicious.
Telle, looking at him for a few more moments with unease, nodded, still puzzled, and returned to her plate of food, though casting uncertain glances at Sunny every now and then.
The fingers seemed to dance around the skin of his member. Every movement had intention; it was a movement so careful and effective that there was no way it wasn't a premeditated assault. Sunny looked down at his half-eaten plate, which had been swapped with Telle's at some point he didn't remember.
After only a few seconds of his cock being rubbed and stroked by the silky, exquisite fingers, he already felt like he was about to burst irremediably; after all, he had been on the verge of climax twice already—his body was just picking up where it had left off.
His seed was already eager to come out in a heavy load; his jaw tensed on its own. He struggled not to scowl and to hold back the gasps trying to escape his chest. He couldn't hold it back any longer; after all, having reached his limit, Sunny himself, losing himself in the sensation, wished for the climax to arrive.
Tyris recognized the throbbing beneath her hand; she stopped looking at her glass and her attention centered on Sunny, who was barely holding it together. She looked down at her hand and the member she was massaging so carefully; she felt a pang in her chest, then a sense of urgency demanding to satisfy the need that had been born within her.
The sound of something hitting the floor with a dull thud caught Telle's attention, making her look up. Tyris was already looking at her daughter beforehand, even before that "something" hit the floor.
"I dropped my fork," Tyris announced, not being in the mood to be subtle about things.
"Mh," Telle murmured softly, quickly losing interest in the matter and immersing her attention back into her plate.
Tyris pushed her chair back clumsily, got on her knees, and ducked down. Without letting go of Sunny's penis, which was about to explode, she slipped under the table.
Sunny was breathing as if he had just finished a run. When Tyris ducked down, his racing heart began to pump desperately. He saw her raise her backside; the dress tightened against her magnificent figure, leaving little to the imagination. The warm pressure around his penis vanished. She swayed her hips slowly, seeking to catch his attention; she crawled as she went under the table, disappearing beneath the white tablecloth. After disappearing, not a second passed before she reappeared; at his crotch, the white tablecloth itself was lifted and pushed back, revealing first a shimmering yellow head of hair, then Tyris lifted her head, revealing herself. But the view of her face was interrupted, eclipsed by Sunny's penis which came to rest against her face after having been released a second ago.
Tyris felt every one of Sunny's palpitations like a gift—a gift she accepted with joyful satisfaction. Not another second passed; she gripped the hard, burning member again, threw her head back, and aligned Sunny's cock against her lips. She let them rest there for a moment, as if she wanted to kiss the throbbing, hot head. After taking a breath, she lunged and in one go engulfed the penis to the hilt, preparing for the arrival of her prize.
The softness and wetness of her mouth overwhelmed Sunny, who was still trying to maintain some resistance. The viscous heat of her tongue was terrible for him; the little that remained of his resistance crumbled. His impatient seed did not waste another second. Sunny leaned back in his chair, discreetly covering his mouth, trying to suppress any suspicious noise that might escape. He felt the urge to look down again; following the need to lower his gaze, there he found Tyris looking deeply into his eyes while simultaneously devouring his cock with passion. Waves of pleasure began to arrive without mercy; he made a face behind his hand that reflected his peak of pleasure. The only place his eyes wandered was into the amber jewels of his mother-in-law's pupils, by which he was captivated; the delicious daze hit him, making him momentarily lose his steadiness.
The thick, abundant semen shot directly into Saint Tyris's mouth. During several long, heavy spurts that filled the eager mouth with his seed, Sunny nearly fell out of his chair as he lost his strength for a moment. He wobbled as if losing his balance; in that fleeting instant, he wished to pass unnoticed.
The sweet warmth hit Tyris's mouth with a force and volume she hadn't expected, traveling straight to the back of her throat. She might have been able to handle her throat's urge to expel the liquid, but a second and then a third spurt—each more intense and abundant than the last—pushed her past her limit.
Sunny looked back at Tyris, who hadn't stopped staring at him even as her throat was being buffeted. A different sensation enveloped his member; he felt it as a shudder in her throat. Puzzled, he watched her expectantly. Another tremor arose where his member was lodged, accompanied by a sound akin to a viscous bubbling, much like regurgitation. Half a second after the sign that something was happening, a milky white liquid shot out of Tyris's nose; at the corners of her lips, the seed she was savoring leaked out, drenching her chin and falling onto her cleavage.
Her lips remained sealed around his length, just as her gaze remained fixed, never wavering for a moment.
A second spasm followed. Tyris's throat urgently tried to dislodge the seed by simple reflex, but at the same time, she was trying to suppress the urge; she lost the tug-of-war inside her mouth. For a second time, semen shot from her nostrils like a sickly sneeze, further staining her pristine face.
Sunny, still firing the last drops of liquid against her palate, let out a discreet gasp signaling the end of his climax. He and Tyris continued to hold each other's gaze; too dazed to think of anything else, he enjoyed the warmth of her mouth. His enjoyment was short-lived as Tyris quickly began to pull back slowly, dislodging his throbbing cock from her mouth; as her lips finally broke contact, she ran her tongue over the tip, extracting any lingering remains.
She pulled away with a wet pop. She tucked her face back under Sunny's still-erect cock as if rubbing against it, trying to steep herself in his scent or something more; then she leaned forward and took Sunny's penis again. She didn't swallow it this time; instead, she flicked out the tip of her tongue and, like a kitten grooming itself, began to lick its contours, gathering and drinking the traces of semen.
Sunny's hands trembled and his world began to spin at the sight between his legs. He watched with mixed emotions; he looked at Tyris in a state completely beneath her station, far from the mental image he still had of her: the dignified and imposing Tyris, now focused on licking his penis like a lollipop. She licked and drank until she reached the tip; this time she took it into her mouth to lick it clean, pulling away with a string of semen and saliva trailing from her lips.
Suddenly she leaned to one side, revealing her exquisite face stained with his seed. He noticed her cheeks were bulging; before he could properly wonder what was happening, he got his answer with a single gesture.
Tyris's sealed lips parted with a slight pressure and the sound of a bursting bubble; as she opened her mouth, reality hit Sunny, unsure of what to feel.
Between Tyris's tongue and the roof of her mouth, strings of his own seed—some larger than others—stretched and clung; her teeth were also coated in semen, throughout her entire mouth. He couldn't see the back, only her tongue peeking through. A noticeable pool of his own seed inhabited the cavity as if it belonged there; she was so full that it could overflow at any moment.
She kept her mouth open for a few more moments before closing it again, her cheeks bulging once more. She backed away, hiding behind the tablecloth while licking her lips; she crawled under the table, exiting the same way she had entered. On her way, she couldn't help but brush the curve of her hip and backside against Sunny's defenseless leg, pausing before standing up to sit down.
Tyris felt his intense gaze on her, so she turned aside to where Sunny was looking at her with a wave of emotions he couldn't hide. She felt a twinge in her groin seeing him; inexplicably, she felt extremely hot. Giving in to a sudden urge, she reached behind her back, grabbed the fabric clinging to her body, and pulled it up, exposing her thighs and hips to the open air. Her white, rounded backside was revealed to Sunny, who could only widen his eyes and freeze once more; he was unable to look away. Her skin was mesmerizing to an unbelievable degree, but that wasn't what stunned him most. As Tyris prepared to sit, she didn't miss the chance to make him even more tense; giving in to her body's demands, she crouched over her seat and reached back, grabbing one of her perfect buttocks and pulling it aside, revealing what had been hidden all this time.
Sunny stood perplexed, staring at the heart-shaped jewel embedded in her backside that had remained hidden like a treasure until now. Spellbound, he stared at Tyris's adorned rear; she gave it a small wiggle before finally sitting down as if nothing had happened. Her exposed buttocks pressed against the cold seat as she didn't bother to pull down the fabric that had been hiked up to her waist. She wiped her face with the fabric of her sleeve, cleaning the most visible remains; the only proof of what had happened was the desired liquid still leaking from her nose, which had moistened her entire respiratory tract.
Sunny's world twisted and lost shape again; his fingers trembled, unsure how to react. He was embraced by the sickening feeling of being lost with no way out.
'This isn't happening, it isn't… it isn't…' he repeated like a mantra, trying to cling to his sanity as best he could.
After breathing heavily and staring into nothingness, he composed himself enough for his mind to start working. Fortunately, the trousers that had been torn were made of shadows; with a thought, they repaired themselves and looked as good as new.
His hands lost their strength and slid to his sides, hanging lifelessly. His chest throbbed along with his head; it wasn't painful, but he understood something was wrong. Robotically, he took a quick look around the room.
'What do I do now?' He felt small. He smelled the sea again; this time he believed he was in the middle of the ocean, but a storm was lashing the waters. He couldn't see land on the horizon either.
A pressure on his left hand and the characteristic warmth of skin snapped him back from the world he was seeing. Too disoriented to be discreet, he turned straight toward his hand, finding it being held at the wrist by Tyris, who again showed no sign of interest other than her glass, which she was swirling.
The firm grip on him loosened only so she could caress his hand; her fingers moved up to his forearm and then back down to his hand, giving him caresses loaded with feeling. Far from calming him, the caresses made him more and more tense, to the point of appearing deeply terrified.
The little game Tyris was playing ended when she tightened her grip on his defenseless wrist again. With a thrust of her hips, Tyris moved the chairs even closer than they already were. Personal space had vanished long ago, but now the concept seemed like nothing more than a distant memory. Their thighs brushed and their uneven shoulders bumped, leaving no space between them; only friction was possible.
Tyris turned toward Sunny, leaning close to his ear; she could hear and feel her son-in-law's racing heartbeat, taking it as a gift. She wanted to whisper and tell him many things that needed to come out of her chest, but at that moment there was a small inconvenience: her mouth was full. However, that very problem was her solution; she only needed to convey a message.
Tyris's bulging cheeks constricted before a vaguely audible sequence of noises began to emit from her sealed mouth. Viscous noises and clicks emerged as she moved her tongue inside her mouth, churning and spreading the liquid across her palate.
Sunny's heartbeat became more intense and unbearable; his head throbbed so loudly he couldn't clearly hear anything else. The noise was a clear declaration of intent: that things would not stop there, his torment would not end soon. As he understood—as if she were reading his mind—Tyris squeezed his wrist before pulling it toward her. She pushed his hand into her groin. The color of the dress around her inner legs was darkened by moisture; the entire pelvic area was drenched in her own arousal. Sunny felt it firsthand as his hand was forced to caress Tyris's thighs, moving into the slippery liquid of her vagina.
The heat radiating from her skin seemed to want to burn him, and the intensity only grew stronger as his hand was forced deeper between her thighs. The panic that had been a constant since he entered the room hit him again. He tried to pull his hand away, failing miserably; Tyris's grip grew painfully stronger and firmer. All he could do was swallow and tense his jaw while staring at his plate without appetite.
The journey of his hijacked hand ended when it reached the source of the heat and moisture; a velvety softness greeted him, a softness incomparable to anything else he had ever touched. Tyris's thighs closed, further imprisoning his captive hand.
Sunny understood what was coming; it didn't mean he was happy about it. Every fiber of his being disliked where this was going, but between revealing everything and causing chaos or staying on the sidelines, he could jump from one option to the other, but he chose to stay with the second, however torturous it might be.
After taking a fortifying breath, he looked up from the plate and met a hard gaze: Telle's gaze.
He felt those eyes he loved so much pierce him with an icy spear that chilled his body; he was paralyzed, suspended in his chair and from the world for an instant that seemed eternal.
'Did she notice? Of course she did! Saint Tyris wasn't even discreet! Oh gods, no…'
Telle's gaze shifted to the side toward her mother; the annoyance radiating from her eyes intensified. Once again, Sunny tried to pull his hand away with more desperation than before, but the grip wouldn't yield. He turned to Tyris with an urgent look of supplication.
Tyris was looking at her half-empty glass, swirling it with boredom. Her bulging cheeks remained; she looked like a squirrel storing food for later. This didn't sit well with the already tormented Sunny. Tyris made no effort to hide anything; at this point, he understood little of what was going on in her head. Even within himself, he couldn't understand how he had allowed something like this to happen. To his further consternation, he hoped things would stop, at least for now, but he was completely wrong. Tyris, who had her hand over his, pressing it against her soaked folds, began to push against his hand, consequently making him start to rub her.
The heaviness in his chest became, with every passing second, unbearably distressing. He shot a quick glance at Tyris before looking back at Telle. He watched her as if waiting for a catastrophe to break out; his whole body went cold when she parted her lips.
"Mother… what are you trying to achieve?" she said in a low voice, almost a growl.