The silk sheets, cool moments before, now clung to Aukin's skin, a damp testament to their recent exertions. Fairy Moon, a vision of flushed perfection, was draped across him, her breath still catching in soft gasps. Her dark hair fanned out on the pillow, a glossy spill against the pristine white. Her blue eyes, usually pools of serene wisdom, swam with a delicious, unfocused haze, reflecting the lingering afterglow of their shared climax.
"You're so… insatiable," she whispered, her voice a husky murmur that vibrated against his chest. A small, almost imperceptible shiver ran through her.
Aukin's fingers traced the curve of her spine, feeling the subtle ripple of muscle beneath her impossibly smooth skin. "And you, Mother, are endlessly inspiring." His cock, though temporarily sated, still throbbed, a testament to the raw, primal connection that bound them. The scent of their mingled fluids, musky and sweet, hung heavy in the air, a potent perfume of lust and intimacy.
A faint smile touched her lips, a secret, knowing curve. She shifted, rolling onto her side, then, with a languid grace, pushed herself onto her stomach. Her back, a canvas of alabaster skin, rose and fell with each breath. The soft, rounded curve of her buttocks, still glistening faintly with their shared wetness, presented itself to him.
Aukin's gaze, drawn by an irresistible magnetism, fixed on the sensual swell of her ass. His cock, as if on command, began to stir, a slow, insistent hardening. The sight of her, so utterly vulnerable and exposed, ignited a fresh spark of desire within him.
Fairy Moon, sensing his renewed interest, turned her head slightly, her eyes, now sharper, meeting his over her shoulder. A playful, almost mischievous glint danced within their depths. A slow, deliberate hand descended, her fingers parting the plump cheeks of her ass, revealing the tight, puckered rosebud of her untouched orifice.
"You've always wanted to explore every part of me, haven't you, my son?" Her voice, low and laced with a thrilling challenge, caressed his ears. "This… this is the one place you haven't yet claimed." Her eyes, now wide and expectant, dared him. "My… anal virginity. It's yours, if you truly desire it."
A shock, like a jolt of pure energy, coursed through Aukin. His entire body hummed, a delicious, dizzying rush of heat. He had suggested it, yes, whispered the forbidden thought in the throes of their earlier passions, only to be met with a gentle refusal, a soft shake of her head. But now, here it was, laid bare, an offering. A tremor ran through her, a visible shiver of both nerves and an undeniable, burgeoning excitement. She wanted this, too. The realization sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over him, a powerful, almost overwhelming tide.
He leaned forward, his body responding with an instinctive hunger. His fingers, trembling slightly, traced the delicate crease between her cheeks, already slick with their previous lovemaking. The skin felt impossibly soft, yielding beneath his touch. He spread her further, his thumbs pressing gently, revealing the tight, inviting entrance. His breath hitched. It was a perfect, pristine jewel, a secret gate waiting to be breached.
Without a moment's hesitation, he lowered his head. Fairy Moon gasped, a sharp, sudden intake of breath. Her body stiffened, a mixture of apprehension and a burgeoning thrill. She felt the warmth of his breath, a soft caress against her most intimate, hidden part. A shiver, more profound than any before, rippled through her.
Then, a sudden, intrusive wetness. Aukin's tongue, warm and insistent, pushed past the delicate folds, delving greedily into her anal opening.
"Ah! Aukin!" she shrieked, her voice a startled, almost wounded cry. Her hips bucked involuntarily, a sudden surge of panic seizing her. "What… what are you doing? That's… that's dirty!" Shame, hot and unexpected, flooded her cheeks, painting them a deeper crimson. Her body tensed, a desperate urge to pull away warring with a strange, nascent curiosity.
Aukin paused, his tongue still deep within her, tasting her, exploring her. He pulled back slightly, just enough to speak, his voice a low, gravelly rumble against her skin. "Dirty? Mother, there's nothing dirty about any part of you. Every inch, every curve, every secret place is a masterpiece. This… this is just another facet of your beauty, another place for me to worship." His tongue re-entered, a slow, deliberate probe, painting the delicate tissues with his saliva. "Don't you understand? Every part of you is sacred to me. This is simply… a deeper intimacy. A new way to feel you, to taste you, to lose myself inside you."
His words, smooth and intoxicating, wove a spell around her. The shame, momentarily potent, began to recede, replaced by a warmth that spread through her core. Her eyes, still wide, softened, the panic dissolving into a dreamy haze. The corners of her lips curved upwards, a slow, blossoming smile. Her heart, a moment ago a frantic drum, now beat with a sweet, naughty rhythm. The sheer audacity of his words, the depth of his devotion, melted her resistance.
She relaxed, her muscles easing. A soft moan, different from any she had uttered before, escaped her lips. The intrusive wetness of his tongue, once alarming, now felt… exquisite. It was a strange, forbidden pleasure, a tingling sensation that rippled through her, igniting nerves she hadn't known existed. Her hips, once bucking in protest, now began to move, a subtle, almost unconscious sway, inviting him deeper.
Aukin felt her shift, her subtle surrender. He pulled back, his tongue slick with her essence, a metallic tang of raw, untamed desire. He rose onto his knees, his own cock, thick and throbbing, now fully erect. He positioned himself, aligning the blunt head of his shaft with the small, virgin hole. It looked impossibly tight, a mere slit, but he knew her body, knew its capacity for expansion, its boundless desire to receive him.
He pushed, slowly, carefully. The tip of his cock met resistance, a tight, unyielding barrier. Fairy Moon gasped, her body tensing again, but this time, it was a gasp of anticipation, not fear. A low groan rumbled in Aukin's chest as he felt the exquisite pressure. The entry was agonizingly slow, a millimeter at a time, each fraction of an inch a new conquest.
"Ah… ahhh…" Fairy Moon whimpered, her fingers clutching the silk sheets, her knuckles white. The sensation was intense, a burning stretch, but beneath it, a thrilling pressure began to build. It wasn't pain, not truly, not for her immortal body, but a profound sense of violation and exquisite invasion. Her anal muscles, unaccustomed to such intrusion, clenched around him, a tight, almost suffocating grip.
Aukin pushed harder, a primal grunt escaping his lips. His cock, thick and rigid, slowly, agonizingly, began to breach the barrier. The muscles, so fiercely protective, began to yield, little by little, stretching, accommodating. He felt the delicate tissues tear, a faint, almost imperceptible *rip* that, for a mortal, would have been agony, but for her, was merely a sharp, intense sensation that blossomed into a strange, new pleasure.
"Oh! God… Aukin!" she cried out, her voice a mixture of shock and burgeoning ecstasy. Her whole body arched, a primal response to the deep, penetrating thrust. His cock, now fully past the initial resistance, slid further, inch by agonizing inch, into her virgin anus. The tightness was incredible, a vice-like grip that milked every inch of his shaft, sending searing waves of pleasure directly to his brain.
"Fuck… so tight," Aukin grunted, his voice thick with raw lust. He was fully inside her now, buried to the hilt, his balls slapping softly against her ass cheeks. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a profound, all encompassing grip that threatened to shatter his control. He pulled back slightly, then pushed in again, a slow, deliberate thrust, testing her limits, exploring this new, forbidden territory.
"Mmmph… Aukin… yes…" Fairy Moon moaned, her voice muffled against the pillow. The initial shock had given way to a spiraling ecstasy. The rhythmic friction, the deep, internal pressure, sent shivers through her entire being. Shame, fleeting and distant, flickered at the edges of her mind, but it was quickly obliterated by the sheer, overwhelming tide of sensation. This was wrong, utterly depraved, and yet… it felt so impossibly good.
She felt his cock, thick and full, rubbing against something deep inside her, a new, unexplored cavern. Each thrust sent a delicious jolt through her, making her toes curl, her fingers clench. The tightness was exquisite, a constant, unrelenting pressure that squeezed every drop of pleasure from him.
Aukin began to move with more urgency, his hips pumping, driving into her with increasing force. The rhythm was primal, instinctive. "You feel… incredible, Mother," he rasped, his breath hot against her ear. "So unbelievably tight… so good."
His words, thick with pleasure, fueled her own desire. She found herself actively cooperating, lifting her hips slightly, pressing back against him, inviting him deeper, faster. Her moans grew louder, more guttural, raw sounds of unadulterated pleasure. Her pussy, still swollen and sensitive from their earlier encounter, began to throb in sympathy, leaking fresh streams of wetness onto the sheets, a testament to her heightened arousal.
The rhythmic *thwack* of his balls against her ass, the wet, squelching sound of his cock sliding in and out of her tight orifice, filled the room. Aukin pushed, harder, faster, his body a conduit for pure, unbridled lust. He felt the delicious stretch, the relentless grip, the way her internal muscles clenched around him with each thrust. This was a new frontier, a deeper connection, a complete surrender to their shared depravity.
His vision blurred, the world narrowing to the exquisite sensation of his cock buried deep within his mother's ass. He was nearing his breaking point, the edge of an earth-shattering climax. He pressed his forehead against her back, his body trembling, every muscle strained. "Oh, god… Mother… I'm going to… I'm going to cum!" he roared, his voice thick with the agony and ecstasy of impending release. He pulled back slightly, then plunged forward with a final, desperate thrust, burying himself as deep as he could.
"Ahhh! Yes! Cum, Aukin! Cum inside me!" Fairy Moon shrieked, her own body convulsing beneath him. The pressure, the friction, the sheer intensity of his climax building within her, pushed her over the edge. Her anal muscles spasmed, clenching around his cock, milking him, drawing every last drop of pleasure.
A hot, thick gush erupted from him, wave after wave of searing cum flooding her anus. The sensation was explosive, overwhelming. Fairy Moon cried out, a long, drawn-out scream of pure, unadulterated bliss. She felt the hot liquid filling her, spreading through her, a visceral connection that bound them even tighter. Her body spasmed, clinging to him, milking him relentlessly as her own orgasm finally broke free, a powerful, shuddering wave that shook her from head to toe.
They lay tangled together, spent and breathless, their bodies slick with sweat and their mingled fluids. Aukin slowly withdrew, his cock, still throbbing, wet and glistening with his cum and her internal secretions. A thick, milky trail dripped from her ass, tracing a path down her inner thighs, pooling onto the silk sheets.
Fifteen minutes later, the sounds of running water filled the private peak's luxurious bathroom. They emerged, wrapped in plush towels, their bodies clean, but the lingering scent of their lovemaking still clung to their skin, a subtle, intoxicating perfume.
Aukin pulled her into a tender embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist. Fairy Moon leaned into him, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The raw intensity of their previous acts had given way to a profound sense of peace and intimacy.
"So," Aukin murmured, his lips brushing against her hair, "how was it? The… experience?"
Fairy Moon chuckled, a soft, melodic sound that sent a pleasant shiver down his spine. She pulled back slightly, her blue eyes, now clear and sparkling, meeting his. A playful glint danced within them. "Unexpectedly… exhilarating, my son. A new depth of sensation." Her fingers traced the line of his jaw. "Perhaps… perhaps we can explore it again. When we want to… spice things up, as you say." Her smile widened, a mischievous curve. "Much like our swinging, and our little exhibitionist adventures."
Aukin's heart swelled. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. Her mouth was soft, yielding, tasting of passion and promises. He felt the warmth of her body against his, the undeniable connection that transcended all boundaries. He opened his mouth to speak, to whisper another endearment, another promise of future delights, but before the words could form, a sudden, sharp tug on his earlobe pulled him back.
"Enough of this tender nonsense, my son!" Fairy Moon declared, her voice firm, though a playful glint still lingered in her eyes. Her grip on his ear tightened, a gentle but undeniable force. "You have dallied enough! Your cultivation cannot be neglected, not even for your mother's… pleasure." She began to drag him, with surprising strength, towards the meditation chamber. "Today, we focus on progress. Come! We have a sutra to practice, and much power to gain!"
Aukin groaned good-naturedly, allowing himself to be pulled. "Yes, Mother. As you command." He shot her a quick, knowing wink. "Though I suspect our 'practice' will be anything but mundane."
Fairy Moon's laughter, clear and bright, echoed through the chambers of the private peak, a sound that promised both discipline and continued, delicious depravity.