Before surrendering to sleep, I pulled up my Pervert Points—just out of habit—and nearly choked on my own breath. 9,668. Already? A slow, triumphant smirk curled my lips.
I hadn't even been here a full day, and I'd already stacked enough to ensure I wouldn't starve, wouldn't want for anything. The system was generous, and I was good at this.
Curiosity gnawed at me. Had I missed anything? I triggered Pervert Eyes, letting the crimson glow of untapped points bleed into my vision. Kerry and Ada were clean—no lingering dots, no unfinished business.
But Ruth—oh, Ruth. My gaze locked onto her, the faintest crimson sparks clinging to her like a tease. Her lips, still slightly parted from exhausted panting, glowed with untouched potential. And then there were her armpits—delicate, shadowed hollows, untouched, waiting. My fingers itched just thinking about it.
I couldn't see her asshole or the curve of her asscheeks from this angle, but my memory was sharp. Had I even touched her there? No. Not yet. Which meant those points were still hers to give—still mine to take.
My fingers twitched. I could reach out, wake her just enough to claim the rest... but Ada's deadweight sprawled across my chest, her breath slow and deep, her tits pressing into me like a living blanket. Moving now would take effort. And Ruth wasn't going anywhere.
The fire outside had smouldered down, the light which had been fierce had become a dull, pulse-less amber, hardly caressing the sides of the hut. There was the odor of smoke and sex, the odor of musk of cum and sweat sticking to the stone walls.
I sighed and the life out of the day sunk into my bones. My cock, which, yet half-hard with the recollections of the night, was twitching on Ada's thigh. Something incoherent Kerry muttered in her sleep, her legs were still clenched tight, and her body still recalled the order not to spill it all over.
I made my eyes fall, the blackness behind them teeming--possibilities, promises of warmth, of flesh submitting to my hands, of the gradual, measured dissolution of all the last opposition.
There was still a scent of sex in the air, of sweat and cum and some primitive metallic odour of something possessed. I felt good in my bones, the good kind of tiredness, the kind that comes with full utilization of my body- and exhaustion of others as well.
Sleep now.
Time melted away into nothing, that drowsiness, that sleep, heavy, dreamless, only to follow a night of dissipation. But presently--a voice, low at first, then more and more insistent, and dragging me back to the surface.
"Dexter..." A murmur, such as the fingers on my flesh. "Dexter... wake up... It's morning..."
My eyelids went up, with the final drowsiness of sleep. The face of Ada appeared, still made dark by the effects of last night, with shadowed eyes. Her hair was a crazy mess, and stood sticking to the wetness at the back of her neck, and her lips were a little swollen with kisses--or perhaps with the manner in which she had bitten them in order to suppress her moans. She looked used. And she looked satisfied.
Beside me, Kerry stirred, her limbs stretching like a cat waking from a sunbeam. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, as if her body still remembered the weight of me between them.
And then there was Ruth.
Still asleep. Still mine.
Her body was curled against me, her breath slow and even, her skin warm where it pressed against my side. One of her hands rested on my chest, possessive even in sleep. The sight of her like this—innocent, unaware—sent a fresh surge of something dark and possessive through me. She was mine, in a way the others weren't. Mine to protect. Mine to corrupt. Mine to keep.
I turned my head toward Ada, my voice rough with sleep and something else—something hungrier. "Mother Ada..."
Kerry sat up, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Dexter... wake Ruth up... It's time to go for a bath. It's time." Her tone was practical, but there was an edge to it, something that hinted at the night we'd all shared. At the things we'd done.
Ada flushed, and looked in my direction and at her daughter. Her shoulders were strained, where it had never been before. She leaned forward, and her voice was reduced to a whisper.
"Dexter..." She was indecisive, and her fingers nearly squeaked on my shoulder. " Never tell Ruth about your healing seed, or about you putting your cock in us."
The implication of her words was thick in the air between us. I could read in her eyes the dread not of herself, but of Ruth. To the illusion of chastity still in the mind of her daughter.
"I do not want her to think of you like a different person who put his cock in a dirty woman like us," Ada said, her voice shook like a leaf in the wind. "We cannot gauge the response she will have when she finds out that you have slept with someone such as me-someone that she may consider as not worthy." Her lips steadied in a thin line, and her eyes were flicking about at the sleeping form of Ruth.
"And, I do not want either of you to suffer on account of this, though it might have been a part of healing. And it is better that Ruth should not know about this?"
I nodded slightly in that knowing way of mine, and my mind was already working on the perverted logic of it. Yeah, this was for the best. For now, at least.
Ruth, was my wife--or near enough in this world of the fuck. The one that I was to treat as something precious, as something undiscovered. And nevertheless my cock had put half the night in the cunt of her mother, and her aunt, that little hole of hers, still reeking of my cum like a badge of honor, still.
It should've felt wrong.
But here? In this place where desire wasn't just accepted—it was fucking rewarded—it didn't. If anything, it made me feel like a goddamn king.
I glanced at Ada again, my eyes dragging over her body like a man starving. She was a milf—thick in all the right places, her tits heavy, her hips built for gripping while I fucked her raw. And Kerry? Fuck, she'd taken me like she'd been waiting for it, her pussy clenching around my cock like she never wanted me to pull out.
But Ruth?
She was still passed out beside me, her breath soft, her body warm against mine. Innocent. Or at least, she played at it. The thought of her finding out—of her realizing just how deep I'd been inside her mother, how hard I'd fucked her aunt—should've made me feel guilty.
It didn't.
It made my cock twitch.
Because let's be real—Ruth was mine. But Ada and Kerry? They were mine too. And if that made me a sick fuck for wanting them all?
Good.
I liked the taste of sin.
The gray light in the morning shone through the curtains, and I felt Ada moving above me, her body tensed in an agonized gasp. "Hmm... aah... it hurts..." she whimpered, her fingers shivering in her as she seemed to reach backward to her asshole, and her face twisted in pain.
I reached out to her and touched her by the wrist, with a caring voice. "Mother Ada... are you okay?"
When Ada said, "My asshole... it stings a bit when I move... "one of her cheeks turned flushed with embarrassment, and she was whispering. Shame was making her voice rich, yet her flesh failed her--her thighs tightening against one another in their attempt to alleviate the soreness.
"Let me look," I said to her, pushing my hands around her waist, and turning her on her side very tenderly.
I opened her legs partway and stared at the swollen, reddened lines of her asshole, which were still sore after such fierce sodomism the previous night.
The vision caused me a dark thrill, but I compelled myself to keep on thinking about her unhappiness. I was stroking the soft body with my fingers, and Ada shuddered and her body spasmed. "Does it hurt here, Mother Ada?"
"It... it does not hurt all the time," she said, biting her nails. "But when I move... aah... it stings..."
I looked up at her, with my thumb rubbing over the heated skin." What do you think about your pussy and your hard nipples? Are they cured?"
Ada nodded, flushing all over. "It's all right... When I woke up, my pussy was no longer dripping, and my nipples had cooled off, too..."
I looked at Kerry, and she gave a slight gasp of pain, a moaning kind of pain. She said, "Hmmm..." and her legs parted a little, her fingers stroking at her puffy, bright-red pussy.
It was obscene, and her lips were lensed by the unremitting sucking, and I knew that her ass was as susceptible. I said, "Aunt Kerry," in a strong, tender voice. "You're hurt too."
Ada sat herself on one elbow with her brow creased upon her as she gazed at Kerry. "Kerry, what happened... after...?" She was indecisive with a distinctly clouded memory." I remember I squirted so hard... and then I fell asleep..."
Kerry squirmed as her fingers never let go of her swollen, throbbing pussy, as she talked, her thighs trembling. "It's Dexter," she acknowledged, and only a little stronger than a whisper, her face and cheeks flushed with a residual arousal.
"His cock did not subside since... he emptied his seed into your asshole, Sister Ada. So I... I helped him after that..." Her fingers were jerking at her swollen lips; the memory by itself seemed to be sufficient to bring the pain back to life.
The eyes of Ada dilated a little, and there was nothing in the look but care, and something more, something almost envious. "Dexter... cured you, too?" She asked, softly and trembling. Did he stuff it into your ass also?
Kerry shook her head, and her breath stopped as she thought about the never-ending fucking. "No... I... at first, when I saw that his cock was not calmed down. I put it into my pussy to attempt to calm it down." Her lips were bitten, her fingers sinking deeper into her swollen flesh.
"But even if he released his seed inside me, his cock did not quiet down. So... he concluded first to cure me.first." Her tone was reduced to a whisper. "He inserted his cock in my ass... and then in my pussy, and I squirted... and then... fell asleep..."
The breath had stopped, and Ada herself had instinctively slipped her hand towards her own little asshole, as though she were imagining the length and the pain, the fullness of it. "Oh my god..." she breathed. He sprayed his seed so many times..." Her tone was rich with incredulity--and something deeper, something sort of needy.
Kerry nodded and shuddered at the thought of it." Yes... as he spurred his seed into the inside of my asshole, it... It healed me." She moved her position and groaned with pain. "It is a little sore, but it does not itch anymore. And my nipples... well, they are not sore either."
Kerry looked at me, and the look came down to my cock, which was lying slack between my thighs. Our atmosphere was oppressive and filled with the spirit of the night before, seductive, jointless. "Dexter..." she said, with cautious hope in her voice, as though she were afraid to hope that it was really over. "Is your cock calmed down now?"
I looked at it and then at her with a smirk on my lips. "Yes, Aunt Kerry," I said, it is, but with a kind of satisfaction about it. "Thanks to your performance last night, my cock was finally able to calm down because of the release of my seed in your pussy once again."
Kerry didn't look away. Rather, she fell forward slightly, and her eyes were fixed on my cock as though she were half-anticipating it to twitch, to swell, to insist on more of her.
It is as though it had been put back in shape... she swore, and her fingers were at length dragged off her swollen pussy, as though she did not want to let them. Her voice was relieved indeed, though there was more there than that, something supposed disappointed.
She sighe,d and her shoulders lowered slightly. "All right, thank the ancestors, everything is all right."
I turned my eyes on Ruth as she lay still, her thighs clenched together in an attempt to restrain the painful aching that was there between them. Her pussy was puffiest of all, swollen, red, and inflamed with the constant pounding it was getting.
Even her breathing had a faint, periodic ache of uneasiness, as her body continued to adapt itself to the consequences of such complete possession.
I said to myself, Ruth, you are the worst in the pussy. They all would have done with a painkiller or some sort of soothing cream, but we were in the midst of nowhere in terms of modern medicines. What was I supposed to do to relieve their sufferings in this world?
Ada, seeing what seemed to be the stillness of Ruth, bent down and started stirring her. "Ruth... wake up..." she said in her soft but insistent voice. "Ruth..."
With a drowsy murmur, Ruth roused her head, and her lips were slightly open as she said, Mother... Then her eyes opened, and the first sign she had was my face. "Dexter..." she moaned, leaped up with a quick and agonizing groan. "Aaah... it hurts..."
Ada smiled, and her hand was lying upon the shoulder of Ruth. Hurt it is to say the least, you see, she answered, with the warm voice of sympathy and comprehension. "I, too, was hurt when your father did that to me... the first time."