“Julian,” she whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. She knew what he wanted to hear, but the very idea was too much for her to voice.
Her mind was a tumult of conflicting emotions—shame, excitement and fear. Yet, her body begged for the release only he could provide.
Julian’s grin grew more smug with each passing second, his cock pulsing with anticipation. He waited, his eyes never leaving hers as it challenged her to speak the words that he wanted to hear.
Her hand tightened around his cock, her movements becoming more erratic as she felt the pressure building within her.
With a gasp, she finally gave in. “Yes,” she shouted, the word echoing off the walls of the room. “I want you to fuck my mother!”
Julian’s grin grew wider, his eyes gleaming with victory as he plunged two fingers into her quivering pussy. His thumb returned to her clit with a rhythm.
“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a seductive melody that made her heart flutter. “Now, cum for me.”
Isabel’s hand tightened around his cock, her strokes growing more insistent as she felt the orgasm building once again.
Julian’s fingers worked magic within her, curling and stroking in just the right way to send her spiraling towards the edge. She threw her head back as her hips rocked in time with his hand.
Julian felt the tension build in his balls, the pressure growing with each stroke of her hand.
“I want us to cum together,” he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. Isabel’s eyes met his, the challenge clear in their depths. “Now,” he ordered, his voice thick with need.
Her hand stroked him faster, her grip tightening as she felt his cock swell in her palm. Julian’s fingers moved like a magic, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, his other two fingers curling inside her. They were both so close.
With a final, desperate moan, they reached the peak together. Julian’s cock erupted as thick ropes of cum spurted out and painted her hand and stomach.
Isabel’s pussy clenched around his fingers as her own orgasm washed over her. Their eyes remained locked, the intensity of their shared pleasure reflected in each other’s gaze.
They both fell back onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they gasped for breath.
Julian’s chest heaved as he stared up at the ceiling. He felt the warmth of Isabel’s body pressed against his side, her breath coming in ragged pants.
The smell of their mingled scents filled the room. For a few moments, neither of them moved, the only sounds their panting and gasp.
Then, with a sudden burst of energy, Julian sat up with a wicked smile spreading across his face. “We can’t stay here all night,” he said. “If we are gone too long, someone might suspect.”
Isabel groaned and rolled onto her side, watching as he got out of bed. Julian grabbed a cloth from the bedside table and began to clean her up, his movements gentle and tender.
Despite her shock, she found herself smiling up at him, with the realization that she was now carrying his child.
As he wiped the stickiness from her stomach, Isabel couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. Julian had always been the love of her life, the one she had fantasized about since they had first met.
And now, he was going to be the father of her child, a bond that would tie them together forever. The thought was both terrifying and exciting.
Julian tossed the cloth aside and leaned in, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. Isabel melted into him while her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
When they finally broke apart, she couldn’t help the whisper that slipped from her lips. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me and my mother together.”
The words hung in the air and it only served to make Julian’s cock harden further. He watched in amusement as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, her movements graceful despite the tremble in her limbs.
Her laugh was light and teasing, as she reached for her discarded gown and began to dress herself. Julian felt a strange mix of lust and frustration as his cock hardened again, begging for more.
****
Julian and Isabel quickly dressed. They composed themselves and left the room. They headed back to the hall where their family had gathered.
As they reentered the hall, Lisa, Isabel’s mother addressed Julian with a warm smile.
“Julian, perhaps you could help Isabel improve her magic too. She has been making progress, but a little help might be just what she needs.”
Isabel stood beside Julian and couldn’t help but glance at her mother. Her mind drifting back to the conversation she had earlier with him.
“I would be happy to help Isabel with her magic,” Julian replied, his tone playful yet confident.
Lisa smiled warmly at Julian’s response, her words sincere. “You will be a great leader,” she said, her tone full of admiration.
Julian’s gaze lingered on her figure as she spoke. How can I get you, my dear mother-in-law? he thought to himself with a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
Julian’s thoughts turned inward as he considered his invisibility cloak, a tool he hadn’t used in long time. Maybe it’s time to get a little more daring and lewd, he said.
The lively conversation gradually began to wind down as the evening stretched on. Stories were exchanged, laughter echoed, and plans for future collaborations between the families were subtly hinted at. Julian kept his composure as he engaged in light discussions.
As the night fell, the families eventually parted ways to their own respective rooms. The halls of the castle grew quiet, with only the soft glow of lanterns illuminating the corridors.
Julian, however, lingered for a moment in the hall while his mind raced with ideas before he too made his way to his room.
In his room, Julian sat on the edge of his bed. His grin widened as anticipation bubbled within him. He muttered to himself, “Let’s get started now.”
With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the invisibility cloak. He felt the familiar surge of mana course through his body. As the cloak draped over him, his form glowed momentarily before vanishing entirely.
