The echo of footsteps resonated through the empty corridors. Telle's hand pulled Sunny energetically through the labyrinthine hallways; the White Feather clan's current house felt quite comfortable, if not exactly luxurious. Unlike the castle of Bastion, it was notably smaller and humbler, but the clan still held a certain relevance after all. Even after being punished, sidelined, and expropriated from their lands in the Chained Isles, they maintained their luxuries in this new place.
Telle, who was leading Sunny, kept turning back despite holding him by the hand, making sure he was still there with her.
Sunny had been inevitably anxious since they set out. The situation hung by a fragile thread; if he wasn't careful with his words, everything would go to ruin with a single slip-up. Yet, even in such a conflicted situation, he managed to find calm. He forgot everything that made him nervous thanks to Telle's small, sweet gestures. Her figure was, in a way, hypnotic and soothing to him.
The pink strap dress she had manifested, exchanging it for her usual armor, gracefully adorned her appearance. His eyes couldn't help but appreciate her too much, even taking the liberty of glancing below her waist. Losing his train of thought and nearly tripping over for not paying attention, he dispelled the impure thoughts emerging in his head.
'Ah, am I a teenager? Stop getting distracted, idiot. If Saint Tyris sees me looking at her daughter's ass, she'll tear my eyes out.' He shook his head and focused his gaze forward.
However, he stole a glance at himself. He had manifested a suit from the shadows with Aiko's help for the occasion; nothing complicated or overly elegant, but something that allowed him to wear the Shroud of Graceless Dusk discreetly by looking like a normal outfit.
He wasn't afraid for his physical integrity; if the situation required it, he could let himself be lashed a bit. He wasn't willing to let Telle go. He didn't know her in detail, as they had only started interacting the day before yesterday, but the time they had shared was enough that if she asked him to kiss her feet, he would do so without hesitation. As long as he could keep this whole thing afloat, Sunny would accept a while of torture, though if the situation warranted it, he could flee in an extreme case; facing Tyris wasn't an option either.
Lost in his thoughts, Sunny was disconnected from them by a tug on his hand. He looked up at Telle, who had stopped after turning a corner.
"Behind that door is the place where we'll have dinner. It's not a dining room as such, we only use it that way with my mother… Shall we?"
"Let's go," he smiled.
Both walked and crossed the doorway. The room was somewhat dark; there was a small problem with the lighting. Just as Telle said, it wasn't a dining room, but rather a living room with a table in the middle. There were a couple of armchairs, some paintings, and the lamps that were responsible for illuminating the place.
At the center of the table was Tyris in her purple dress. Her head rested in her hand, elbow propped on the table; she narrowed her eyes upon seeing him. Sunny went on high alert the moment he entered; his senses screamed that something was wrong.
Telle took a step forward and offered a nervous smile.
"Mom, let me introduce you to my… boyfriend." Those words were hard to let out, as if they were something surreal.
Sunny felt a few pats on his back; it was the signal for him to introduce himself. He took a step forward and bowed.
"Allow me to introduce myself, I am Master Sunless. It is a pleasure to see you this evening, Lady Tyris."
Following his gesture, he felt a gaze that penetrated him deeply. He waited a few more seconds for his greeting to be returned, but it didn't happen. He raised his head in confusion, enough to look at Tyris. It had been a long time since he last saw her; he couldn't mention it, but he was truly glad to see her.
Tyris, who hadn't moved a muscle, narrowed her eyes, focusing entirely on Sunny. As usual, her face showed no emotion whatsoever; but despite her lack of expressiveness, Sunny could feel how the atmosphere became increasingly tense with every passing second.
Telle, noticing the rising wave of tension, shot her mother a confused look. "Mom? Is something wrong?"
After Telle's voice resonated in her ears, Tyris showed some sign of interest, looking at her for a moment. She sat back against the chair, showing her poise, and then looked back at Sunny.
"It is Saint Tyris to you, Sunless."
Tyris, having declared to herself that she was not okay with the idea of her little daughter being with some scoundrel looking to take advantage of her innocence, waited and waited patiently for their arrival. Naturally, during the wait, she devoted herself to drinking wine with desperation, not letting reason return to her; before the two arrived, she clumsily hid the bottles she had finished in some place she no longer remembered.
To execute her plan, Tyris had managed to put together the best possible appearance. After all, her Flaw was of great help; she only had to focus on her poise when moving and speaking.
"Sit down. The food will arrive in a few minutes," Tyris said in her perpetually neutral tone of voice.
"Understood," Sunny said. He straightened up and made his way to the table right after Telle. Both approached with the intention of taking adjacent chairs, but as soon as they reached the table, Tyris raised her hand and pointed her finger to her side.
"No. Telle, you here."
Tyris turned to give Sunny a brief look.
"You, there," she pointed across from her.
Telle frowned but obeyed, as did Sunny, taking their seats in their respective places.
'Right… this is more intense than I thought… I don't remember her ever being like this. I guess it's the effect of being a mother.'
Sunny settled into the chair, sitting upright. He looked up and, coincidentally, met Tyris's gaze. She was observing him with no friendly intent; it wasn't that she showed it explicitly, but somehow her intentions leaked through her. It could have been her posture or anything else, but the fact remained that Sunny was uncomfortable.
He looked away; the intensity was something he couldn't bear. He preferred to look toward Telle, who was beside her mother. Due to the proximity, he was forced to see Tyris out of the corner of his eye. In addition to her strange way of looking at him, there was something else that made him deeply uncomfortable; now that he was right in front of her, he noticed it. It was the way she dressed or, rather, what was missing. Clearly, he had never been an expert on women—a peculiar thing given the context he currently lives in—but after taking his first look at Tyris in years, he noticed that under her dress, she wasn't wearing a bra. This caused her contour to press against the tight dress which, while it might have been perfect for a certain time in her life, that time had already passed.
'You're imagining it, you're imagining it… don't be disrespectful… she is Saint Tyris.' He swallowed hard. He managed to see the outline of her nipple pressing against the fabric and tried to erase that impression from his mind at all costs, but the image of what he assumed was a hardened nipple persisted in his mind.
The atmosphere became even more awkward than it had been upon arrival. After sitting down, an oppressive silence was born. Telle glanced back at him discreetly with an apologetic expression. To Sunny, Telle's lack of reaction suggested she hadn't noticed the way her mother was dressed yet.
'Forget everything, damn it. Okay, okay… just as we planned, let's try to make small talk…' His gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, turned subtly toward Tyris's bust, staring at her nipples for a second longer than he should have…
'What was I supposed to say?'
Another wave of pressure washed over him. He raised his eyes by instinct and met Tyris's harsh gaze, which left him paralyzed.
'Did sh-she notice? Damnation! Calm down, getting nervous won't get you anywhere.'
He focused on the idea of the conversation. He didn't know whether to open his mouth first; after his little slip-up, it felt like it would be offensive. He glanced at Telle, who seemed just as tense as he was.
"What do you do for a living?"
To the surprise of both, it was Tyris who took the initiative. A hint of relief reached his soul. He closed his eyes for a few moments, seeing his chance to redirect everything.
'Good, the round of questions. Just do what you practiced.'
He coughed, clearing his throat, and took a quick breath.
"I have my own business: a café and a memory boutique. I'm doing well with the first one, but not so much with the second," he replied, laughing nervously at the end.
"Do you work alone?" The question jumped out the moment he finished answering.
"No, I have two employees who help me a lot."
"So you do sleep with—"
"Mom!" Telle raised her voice with a hint of annoyance, fortunately intervening just in time.
Sunny's heart skipped a beat; it nearly stopped after hearing the question that didn't quite form.
'What? That question… if she actually asked it…' He realized it quickly. He had to thank Telle a thousand times over; if he had to answer that, it would mean the end of everything. But something else had him even more bewildered.
'What the hell kind of question is that?!... Something is wrong here, something has been wrong since I arrived.'
He summoned his courage and stole another glance at Tyris. At no point had she taken her eyes off him; even now, she didn't look away for a second. He swallowed hard at the fact and, unable to bear it another moment, retracted his fleeting gaze.
Tyris was unreadable, just as he had always remembered her, but something was off. He sensed it without knowing exactly what it was or what caused it. Biting his lip, he realized that this dinner was going to be something much more complex than just answering generic questions from demanding in-laws.
Tyris's gaze shifted, and she began analyzing him as if he were a criminal. The atmosphere began to grow heavy around Sunny, forcing him to hunch his shoulders.
"You look older… how old are you, Sunless?"
Her monotonous voice remained the same as ever, but there was something at the end, in the way she used his name, that gave him the chills.
Resisting the pain of his Flaw, he composed himself, trying not to look—at least not entirely—like a nervous shadow. "I am twenty-five, Saint Tyris."
Again, he felt a fluctuation in the environment. This time, something peculiar happened: Sunny could have sworn a draft of air brushed past his neck like a sharp whisper.
"Aren't you a bit old to be seeing my daughter? Do you even know how old she is?"
His pulse skyrocketed. A second draft of air passed by his neck when he took a second too long to respond.
"I-I don't know," he swallowed hard at the end. His body was sending him danger signals.
Tyris's fist clenched tightly. "Telle is nineteen. Don't you think you should find someone older?"
"Mom, enough!" Telle growled, unable to take the frustration any longer. Boldly, she grabbed her mother's shoulder, giving her a reproachful look.
Tyris looked at her daughter for a few moments and then turned toward Sunny.
"I apologize for that." She crossed her arms, causing her bust to press against them; Sunny tried to ignore the sight.
'She's not sorry at all!' he guessed. The woman's posture across from him was one of complete rejection.
The room fell into another awkward silence. The oppressive presence of the woman Sunny respected so much had him on the verge of panic; first was the brutal gaze, then her choice of clothing, and finally the fact that he felt not as if he were at a dinner, but on a hunt where he was the prey.
"The food is arriving," Tyris announced, snapping them both out of their thoughts.
About seven seconds after the announcement, the doors opened. Two clan servants in butler attire entered, pushing a cart with several dishes which they then gracefully placed in their respective spots.
The main course was pork along with mashed potatoes; a bowl of mixed vegetable salad was also served. For a moment, Sunny forgot the whole conflict and looked at the food, nearly drooling. Although it was a simple dish, the aroma was enchanting. Fortunately, the cutlery didn't come with a complicated selection of sizes; it was just a single fork and knife.
"It looks very good," Sunny tried to start a conversation.
"It does," Telle said.
Even after the servants left, Tyris's gaze—which by now was murderous—made him lose his newly regained appetite. Sunny didn't take his eyes off the juicy meat, hoping the intensity would die down on its own. He hesitated to make any move; he was even afraid to pick up the cutlery, feeling that if he did, some kind of sword would cleave him in half.
"Tell me, Sunless, what is your story?"
The oppression tormenting him lessened subtly, allowing him to look up.
"Story? What do you mean?"
"Where you come from, who you really are, and how you ended up at my table."
Sunny almost winced. 'Even speaking that way, I can feel the venom…'
"Well… it's a long story and not very pleasant for the dinner table. I'm from the outskirts, until I awakened."
This time Tyris looked him up and down. "Mh, that explains a few things… little man."
Sunny felt a blow to his soul. 'How subtle…'
"Uhm… how about we talk about how our day went?" Telle intercepted the talk before it drifted toward less desirable topics. "How was your day, Mom?" She turned toward Tyris.
The pressure Sunny felt finally faltered. Tyris took her eyes off him and focused on her plate, picking up the utensils to cut her meat.
"It was fine… until now."
"I-I see… How was your day, Su—?" Telle glanced at her mother, and a spark of something between annoyance and ambition lit up her eyes. "How was your day, my love?" She smiled.
Tyris stabbed the meat with her knife; the handle bent under the pressure she exerted. On the other hand, Sunny wanted to bite his tongue. That was not the best question for this moment.
'I told her not to ask that! Damn it, did she forget the plan too?'
Trying to dodge the dangerous answer, he was vague. "It's been complicated…" He shot a discreet, pleading look at Telle, hinting for her to drop the subject, but she took it as encouragement instead.
"Really? What happened?" she asked, sounding interested.
'Ah… I'm dead.'
"Everything was going well at the start of the day, but just as I was about to relax, Aiko told me I had to pay my taxes. I didn't know they had to be paid. I went running to the Castle of Bastion and ran into Morgan of Valor, who invited me to hang out with her and we slept together for a couple of hours. Then, a student of mine also asked me to sleep with her for her birthday, which I reluctantly accepted. After that, I ran into you and we ended up here…"
He closed his eyes, preparing to receive a devastating blow; he braced himself to use Shadow Step at the slightest violent movement his senses might pick up. He waited and waited, but that movement never came.
Nerving himself, he opened one eye. He saw Tyris, who was still focused on her plate, cutting the meat into pieces as if she hadn't heard a thing. Then he looked to his side and saw Telle, mouth agape with an incredulous expression; a fly could have flown right in. She kept her stunned expression for a moment longer before coughing.
"That… that's a good joke, honey, hehehe…" she laughed nervously.
"It wasn't bad," Tyris replied, to the surprise of both.
With Tyris focusing her attention on her plate, the atmosphere calmed down significantly. Both he and Telle let out a silent sigh. The nervous thumping in Sunny's chest began to settle, and seeing Telle pick up her cutlery as well, he finally felt he could eat. He grabbed the fork and knife, delighting first in the sight of the meat. His appetite was reborn.
But suddenly, he felt something on his leg. A touch, subtle and quick, yet present on his left leg; this pulled him out of his focus. Thinking it might have been a slip of his own leg against someone else's, perhaps due to being too close, he drew his chair back slightly, hoping he hadn't disturbed Tyris.
'Though if I had disturbed her, I'd be dead by now… stop overthinking things, stop thinking, calm down.'
He was about to bring a piece of that juicy pork he had cut to his mouth when a familiar voice made him freeze.
"Sunless, I want you to answer some questions. I need to know something."
As Tyris finished speaking, Sunny felt a touch on his leg again. This time he couldn't ignore it; the previous one had been quick, but this time he felt something rub against him. He stole a quick glance at Telle; she looked at him and, when their eyes met, she flashed him a little smile.
"Have you had a partner before?"
The question hung in the air, cutting the breath from his lungs. He turned toward Tyris, looking her in the eye, or at least trying to. That question would have been fatal if he hadn't meditated on it before. He could have said Aiko or Beth; in fact, he wanted to say it even if it felt a bit sad that they had basically broken up, even if it was only for the time being. But answering that he had ended his relationship with them before coming here was another form of suicide. Instead, he thought of someone he hadn't thought about in quite a while.
"Oh, yes, you could say so. It was a long time ago; we never actually formalized anything. After some altercations, we went our separate ways."
"And do you still like her?"
Sunny felt another touch, more pronounced this time. He turned to look at Telle; he strongly suspected it was her doing, but he ignored it completely. There was something more important happening. He didn't see that question coming; it hit him as if a mountain had been dropped on him, not because of its suddenness, but because of the answer, which he himself was anxious to hear.
"No, I don't."
After saying that, he felt something finally leave his body. He didn't feel lighter or guilty; it was something else.
"And why do you like my daughter?"
The interrogation gave Sunny no room to rest. He stepped out of his moment of emotional realization and focused on the answers.
"Well… I don't really know how to answer that. Telle is… lovely in many ways," he said serenely.
After he answered, the pressure finally vanished from the room, as if a veil covering them had been torn down.
'Am I doing okay?... Right, elaborate on this.'
Tyris was looking at him, but the pressure was gone. He decided to meet her gaze.
"What I am sure of is that she is a stunningly beautiful girl… I love her blonde hair, her golden eyes, her calm and distant demeanor on the outside, but when she's comfortable, she acts so… sweet…".
He spoke those compliments from the bottom of his heart, but every word of praise that left his mouth seemed to completely reverse all the progress he had made, ruining everything even further. Tyris narrowed her eyes and looked at him differently. The atmosphere grew thick again; Sunny swore he could hear distant electrical sparks, as if he were inside a storm.
Panic struck Sunny once more. 'Did I mess up?'
Before he could dig through his mind to review what he might have done wrong, the same touch returned. This time it felt more like pressure as it traveled up his leg. It moved past his knee, reaching his inner thigh; Sunny nearly jumped from the suddenness. He almost let out a gasp when the pressure settled directly on his crotch. The pressure didn't stop there; it pushed and made enveloping movements that caused his eyes to go wide.
"Were you going to say something else, Sunless?" She pronounced his name markedly at the end.
His Flaw took care of the rest for him.
"And… her gaze… is unique…"
'Telle… what are you…?'
To Sunny's horror, the persistent pressure on his member, combined with his nervousness, caused blood to quickly redirect toward his penis. He kept staring at his plate; he couldn't look up, he was dazed.
"T-telle," he whispered.
"What is it, love of my life?" Telle intercepted with an unreally happy voice. He wasn't looking at her, but if he had, he might have had to shield his eyes; her radiant smile shone so brightly it could be mistaken for a sun. He suspected her happiness came from all the compliments he had given her.
'She has to stop. How do I do it? Be discreet…'
He scanned the table, his heart racing from the growing nervousness. The pressure on his member, once hardened, turned into a massage. He had to bite his tongue, trying not to let out any suspicious gasps or groans. After checking the table a third time, he found something.
"Telle, sorry, could you pass me the salt?... I think this is too spicy for me."
"Spicy? But this isn't spicy… but yes, of course!"
The salt, for some reason, was at the far corner of the table, forcing Telle to stand up. Sunny felt relieved when she did, but it only lasted half a second, because the pressure on his cock didn't stop.
As Telle tried to grab the salt, it mysteriously fell off the table following a strange gust of wind, forcing her to bend down to pick it up. Sunny's brain short-circuited, but his transcendent mind forced itself to keep going. He raised his eyes robotically toward the only possible cause of this.
There was Saint Tyris, staring intently at him. There was something peculiar in her gaze; even in his state of shock, he understood it: she wasn't looking at him like a person. Their eyes met, and the pressure in his pants doubled as another pressure began to join the massage.
'No… no… it's impossible.'
The attack on his cock became a dance; something gripped the tip and massaged it while the other stroked his length up and down. Sunny began to feel pre-cum gathering at the tip; his breathing grew heavier in response to the movements on his member. He clenched his hands and jaw, stifling a moan. His gaze was lost on Tyris, absorbed in her silhouette.
Tyris raised a hand and moved it hypnotically, catching Sunny's attention. Then she brought it to her chest; in a movement both swift and elegant, she hooked a finger into the hem of her neckline and pulled down.
Sunny saw everything in detail: how her very generous breasts came bouncing out of their prison. He instinctively fixated on the beautifully attractive color of her hardened nipples. Tyris slid her arms under her breasts, squeezed them, and displayed them like a gift.
It lasted barely two seconds, but to Sunny, it felt like hours. He unconsciously recorded every detail of the moment: the color, the shape, and how it all happened. All that information lodged itself in his brain, hammering away hundreds of times in just a blink. His penis throbbed in anticipation of a climax. Only a slight bit more pressure was needed and he would explode without remedy. He narrowed his eyes and made a face of pleasure, waiting for the peak, but it didn't come.
In a quick motion, just like everything else that had happened, Tyris tucked her breasts back into her clothes and looked down at her food as if nothing had occurred. The pressure of her feet on his penis stopped; both bare feet returned to the floor.
Telle stood up with the salt, still joyful from the words she had heard. She placed the salt shaker beside Sunny and leaned in to give him a little kiss on the cheek before returning to her seat. Sunny didn't even feel the kiss or see the salt shaker; he was struggling not to gasp for air. His legs were trembling from both spasms of pleasure and absolute panic.
'Ah?... ah?... what?'
He stopped sensing his surroundings; there was only him and the beating of his heart. He refused to process what had happened, but he ended up doing so anyway.
'Saint Tyris was… giving me a footjob…'
The how, the why, or the what for had no place in his head; none of it made sense, but it happened, and of that, he was certain.
"Is something wrong, Master Sunless? You seem to have lost your appetite."
Sunny's voice left his lips without a filter: "I'm just a bit nervous… I'll eat."
"I see. Don't finish… too fast, alright?"
Sunny nodded robotically without lifting his head from his plate. With trembling hands, he grabbed the utensils and began to eat. The food, unfortunately, tasted like nothing to him; he didn't even remember taking the first bite. By the time he realized it, half the plate was gone. Following Tyris's instructions, he ate slowly; the innuendos in her words were obvious after she had toyed with his member, but his shock was too great to process it properly.
His mouth went dry, as if he had eaten flour, sand, and cinnamon; he felt as if all the liquid in his body had evaporated. Suddenly, he felt another touch on his leg. This movement didn't stop; Tyris continued rubbing around his knee.
"Sunless." His name resonated inside him. "You don't need anything, do you? You look a bit strange."
"I'm thirsty," escaped his lips.
"I understand…" Tyris turned toward Telle, who was comfortably eating, still extremely happy from the compliments; perhaps she would stay that way all night, ignorant of everything happening, utterly lost in herself. Tyris looked at her for a moment. "Telle."
The girl snapped out of it and looked at her mother.
"I have to trouble you. Could you go to the cellar and bring a few bottles of wine? The kind I bought, please."
"Of course," she smiled. Telle got up from the table with unconscious little hops.
Sunny turned to watch her leave; every step she took toward the door made his stomach sink. He didn't want her to go; he was on the verge of begging her to stay, but the words wouldn't leave his mouth. She quickly left the room, leaving Tyris and Sunny alone.
'This is… this is my end.' He felt he would die and, in part, he wished for it out of horror.
He was deeply distressed, not just because he was in danger—which he was, or at least he believed so—but because the sensation caused by the gaze of the woman in front of him was unbearably uncomfortable. He wished to disappear into a hole in the ground, forgotten by everyone.
After the sound of the door announced Telle's departure, Sunny remained still as a statue. The only movement from him was his racing pulse; at that moment, he wasn't even breathing. A sound echoed in the silent room: a tapping against the table. Four consecutive taps, a pause, and then it started again. The last tap was more intense than the previous ones.
"Sunless."
Another wave of wind passed by his neck; as it brushed his skin, he could feel the electric sensation of something wanting to slit his throat.
"It is bad manners not to look someone in the face when they speak to you, but I suppose you have no idea of courtesy. In a way, I pity your ignorance."
Sunny slowly raised his eyes. Tyris was no longer sitting elegantly and with dignity; now she lay reclined in the chair with a posture that radiated annoyance. If she suddenly lifted her feet and put them on the table, he wouldn't be surprised.
"You know, at first I noticed your gaze on me… I felt how you looked at my breasts as if you were imagining my naked body. From that moment on, I wanted to rip your balls off."
He swallowed hard instinctively. His muscles tensed even more than he thought possible, but despite the growing anxiety, he didn't stop looking Tyris in the eye; perhaps because he believed that if he looked away, it would be the last thing he'd see.
"But I decided to give you a second chance. You answered with such sincerity that for a moment I thought you weren't a filthy pervert, a degenerate. But then, after you started giving compliments to my daughter… I felt it. You were making advances on me… and don't you dare deny it… my womb grew warm under your gaze. Do you understand that, you damn idiot?"
Tyris took pauses to belittle him. Sunny didn't want to move for anything in the world, but despite the intimidation, he noticed a detail: her voice sounded strange, as if she were struggling to speak. He had no choice but to break the silence; his Flaw activated.
"I-I understand… but… it's not like that, Sa-Saint Tyris."
The knife in Tyris's hand bent completely. She stood up abruptly and walked to one side of the table. As she took a step, she staggered and fell to the floor on her knees. She stood up clumsily and walked to a wooden cabinet nearby; she opened it and pulled out a luxury-looking bottle. She brought it to her lips and greedily drank the remaining content, about half of it. She placed the bottle back where she had hidden it.
Sunny watched all this with trembling eyes. This was unheard of. When she fell, he wanted to get up and help her, but his body didn't respond. When she walked clumsily, his eyes drifted down to her rear, tight against the fabric of the dress as it tucked between her cheeks. Blood began to pool in his crotch again. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the new rising erection, closing his eyes to try and redirect his blood.
Without him noticing, Tyris was already standing beside him. His senses screamed "danger," making him open his eyes to find his huntress. She was standing right there, watching him. Immediately, he got goosebumps; he knew bloodlust very well. Tyris's expressionless gaze and voice didn't help at all in knowing what was coming. Waves of sweat began to pour from his body.
"Now… you looked at my ass, didn't you?"
Sunny clenched his fists. He had to resist the urge to look away. For the sake of his integrity, he had to keep looking into those dull golden jewels. The entire figure of the imposing woman over him screamed death.
'We are already at a point of no return. Just try not to make things worse.'
"I… yes, I'm so sorry." There was nervousness in his voice. And yet, it still carried a glimpse of firmness.
"I see, so you apologize…" Tyris took a step toward him, invading his personal space.
She placed a hand on her belly and slid it slowly down the fabric, capturing Sunny's attention. Simultaneously, her other hand moved toward her chest; he didn't know where to look.
With a tug of her fingers, her breasts fell and bounced once more, while at her lower half, her skirt rose to display Tyris's intimacy, overflowing and dripping with her own fluids. Sunny's jaw trembled; he saw her nakedness completely before his eyes. Her nub was so swollen it looked as if it were aching. Then, as if drawn by a supernatural attraction, his eyes rose, staying fixed on her flushed nipples.
Sunny's eyes went wide; his mind short-circuited. He stared, hypnotized, at those generous, pale breasts. For a moment, Sunny forgot he was a thinking being. Tyris saw this with a spark of excitement deep inside; if she could have managed a smile, she would have.
"Do you like these?" She pressed her arms against her breasts, pushing them forward and making her milky chest look even more tempting than it already was.
"I-I don't know," his Flaw spoke.
The hand that had lifted and revealed her crotch moved toward her entrance; she stretched it, placing her fingers in a V-shape, revealing her inner folds and letting her fluids fall to the floor in thick drops.
"What about this, Sunless?"
"I-I don't kn-know that either…"
In all his life, Sunny had gone through difficult situations and a thousand misfortunes, but he never remembered one where he felt this nervous.
Tyris, dissatisfied with his answers, yanked on the collar of Sunny's clothes. She leaned over him, bringing her face so close he could feel her breath. A strong stench hit Sunny's nose, nearly making him recoil. The smell of alcohol was so powerful it felt like it was burning his nostrils; he had to fight the urge to cough. He had a front-row seat to Tyris's almost inhuman beauty, as well as her drunken breath.
Her lips parted slowly, ensuring he was paying attention.
"Open your mouth."
Sunny was like a robot in that moment; he parted his lips tremulously, obediently following the order. No sooner had he done so than he felt his mouth being invaded. It was two fingers, playing inside, exploring and rubbing against his tongue. At the first touch, a taste both familiar and yet distant hit his palate. Surprise washed over him, but then something else followed. After being invaded for several seconds by his future mother-in-law's fingers, Sunny understood what was happening with dread.
Tyris withdrew her hand from his mouth and quickly brought it to her soaked vagina, rubbing and gathering as much of her juices as she could before inserting them back into Sunny's mouth. He had to grip the chair to keep from falling due to Tyris's intensity; by this point, his breathing was nothing but shaky gasps.
"What are your intentions with my daughter?" Tyris asked again, this time managing to sound completely different without actually changing her tone. She didn't even allow him to answer properly, continuing to play with his mouth with obsessive greed.
"Aigh wong't knoghw."
"I almost thought you might be a good guy, but you're nothing but a rat thirsty to spread your disgusting seed, aren't you?... Tell me, did it feel good when I massaged your penis with my feet?"
Sunny closed his eyes before his imminent answer.
"Ies..."
The invading fingers withdrew, leaving threads of saliva behind.
"Pervert... you're a pervert... aren't you?"
The pressure on his neck never left.
"I... I don't know."
"I don't like that answer."
He was yanked by the collar, dragged toward one of the living room sofas by Tyris, and thrown onto it. He landed clumsily; immediately after, Tyris sat down beside him. She grabbed him again, pressing him against her voluptuous body, and sat him on her lap like a doll.
By this point, Sunny felt a vital need to resist or run away. The situation had overwhelmed him, and panic was taking over. He tried to turn into a shadow, but a yank on his pants and cold hands wrapping around his cock stopped him.
Sunny narrowed his eyes. 'Dammit, not again!'
He tried to resist; he was completely sure he could break free from Tyris if he wanted to. 'But if I do...'
The possibilities flooded his mind: not only would he draw everyone's attention, ruining his plans, but it was likely that Tyris wouldn't stop and would spend her time hunting him down. A pang of pain hit his heart; despite everything, he still respected Tyris. Above all, a spark of selfishness anchored him for good.
'Telle...' The image of the beautiful girl and the possibility of keeping her by his side was his undoing. With no other way out, he appealed to his last and most pitiful plan: begging for mercy.
"What are you going to do, S-Saint Tyris?! Please, stop!" Sunny wailed, trying to sound as pathetic as possible.
"If you resist, I will kill you," Tyris spoke into his ear.
His plan failed instantly. His penis throbbed between her cold, viscous fingers, coated in a combination of saliva and vaginal juices. She wrapped her hand around him completely, sending shivers down Sunny's spine.
"Listen to me carefully, Sunless. I know you are a filthy pervert chasing after my daughter's ass, but even so, I will give you the benefit of the doubt one last time. Only a pervert would cum just because his mother-in-law is jerking him off while his daughter is away. If you are a pervert, I will castrate you. Do you hear me?"
Tyris's hand began to move up and down his length.
"Y-yes..." he groaned. He had been on the verge of coming since before.
'I'm screwed, I'm screwed, I'm absolutely screwed.'
He clenched his teeth and fists, trying to control the waves of pleasure. A voice completely devoid of emotion whispered in his ear:
"When you saw my breasts, did you think they were better than my daughter's?"
Just as she asked the question, Tyris's slick fingers stroked the contour of the head.
"No... it wasn't like that... I didn't want to think of you like that..." he groaned, closing his eyes and scowling, using every bit of strength to resist.
"I don't believe you... do you feel my bare breasts pressing against your back? Do you like it? Tell me."
'Shit...' Sunny wished he didn't have a tongue.
"Yes... yes, I do."
"There it is; I see you struggle to be honest. I had to go to this extreme to get the truth out of you… you hack of a Master. Now answer me: what do you plan to do with my daughter?"
Another gasp escaped his mouth as Tyris began to stroke his testicles with her other hand, while the first moved along the entire length of his member.
"I-I… want… to love her," he managed to say with a trembling voice; the waves of pleasure were becoming thunderous. Tyris's movement was, in short, divine. He clenched his teeth so hard they creaked.
"Still stubborn, but for how much longer? I wonder… have you slept with her already?"
"Yes… I have."
The atmosphere turned electric, and drafts of wind swirled around the room. It was no longer subtle; it was a suspicion, but Sunny confirmed it: Tyris was unconsciously using her Aspect, and the way it reacted reflected the environment. According to his theory, this was not going well.
"I suspected as much… you scoundrel. I see you like taking advantage of girls younger than you to do whatever you want with them. You are absolutely disgusting, confess it." Her grip tightened.
"It's n-not… like that."
Tyris wasn't happy with his vague answers; she would have taken his head off a while ago, but something distracted her. Her eyes looked restless; she would suddenly steal long glances at what she was doing with her hands. After trying to avoid it, she gave in to her deep urges and looked again at Sunny's penis between her fingers. A tingling sensation shot through her core.
First, it was a spark inside that slowly began to turn into a small flame, warming her body. She ignored the reason behind it; her train of thought had drifted away from her confused mind. She stared, absorbed, at the cock of the boy she considered a degenerate. Sunny trembled beneath her. The fire in her womb grew more and more; she stopped asking questions and focused her attention on something that interested her more: she wanted to see him cum.
She moved on her own. Without consciously wanting to, she began to kiss Sunny's neck, giving him wet hickeys and licks that sent waves of chills down his spine. Sunny had held on like a champion until then, but Tyris's latest actions were quickly breaking him down.
"Ah… ahg!" With his resistance in tatters, moans escaped his chest. His legs twisted in spasms while, with his trembling hands, he tried to grab onto something, finding only Tyris's divine thighs.
Sunny's moans sounded like a melody to Tyris's ears. When he boldly grabbed her thighs, she felt a sharp pang in her belly that she couldn't ignore. She had forgotten why she was doing this; only her deepest desires remained. Her gaze was fixed on the tip of his member; she wanted to keep seeing him writhe, she wanted to see him ejaculate.
The characteristic throbbing of a penis announced that the climax was about to hit. Following the call of her instincts and her burning womb, she leaned to his side, enough to position herself. She redirected his cock so that it pointed toward her face; her lips parted, longing for his seed. She opened her mouth, hoping to taste his sperm, and squeezed the sensitive member harder, seeking to wring it out.
Sunny felt the semen about to shoot out; he closed his eyes tightly in anticipation. But before he could experience the climax, the hand that held and pleasured him released him abruptly.
"Tsk," a clear click of the tongue echoed in his ear. "Pull up your pants and sit down. Telle is coming."
He was tossed to one side of the sofa. He would have remained dazed and broken on the furniture, but the words reached his mind, which was spinning in circles. He opened his eyes in terror, stood up clumsily, and forced his pants back up to his waist.
Despite the urgency of the moment and his instincts screaming at him to put everything in order right now, he couldn't help but go blank again. Just at that moment, Tyris passed by his side; his eyes, out of control, focused on her figure and her rear, which swayed provocatively in front of him. For an instant, he thought it looked like a dance, keeping him frozen for another second.
Tyris stopped halfway to the table, her hips coming to a halt. She had already tucked her attributes back into her dress, but inside her was a calling she refused to ignore any longer. Following that shameful impulse from within, she turned around and took a few steps until she stood before a still-lifeless Sunny. The height difference was notable; she stood half a head taller than him.
Without giving Sunny time to react, Tyris grabbed him by the arm and yanked him as she walked toward the table, sitting in the same spot she had occupied before. Sunny was shoved into the chair beside her, exactly where Telle had been sitting.
Immediately, an inexplicable wave of profound fear washed over him; every hair on his body stood on end. His heart couldn't take anymore: he wanted to escape. He pressed his hands against the table, forgetting who he was; in that moment, he was just a terrified poor guy. The cause of his fear was the extremely deep bloodlust emanating from his side.
Before he could bolt out of the place, the same hand that had shoved him into the chair gripped him with intensity. Tyris leaned toward him and slammed her lips against his. She invaded his mouth as if it were her own and ran her tongue inside, blending their saliva into one.
The sound of footsteps echoed behind the door, stopping just before Telle opened it. Tyris pulled away from the lips she had hungrily claimed, but not before biting Sunny's lower lip with her teeth. Not stopping there, in a final desperate act, she licked his cheek bestially. Her tongue trailed to his ear and, reluctantly, she withdrew—but not before giving his earlobe a fleeting bite.
Tyris grabbed her bent utensils and straightened them out. Once ready, she began to eat from her plate as if nothing had happened. In contrast, Sunny finally lost his mind. His mind went blank—a brilliant, stark white—and his body slumped lifelessly against the back of the chair.
"Huh?" escaped his lips as the last vestige of consciousness.