"Say yes, Max," his mother whispered, and her hand finally slipped inside his open pants, inside his underwear, and wrapped around his bare cock.
"Let the corruption take away the boundaries," Yuki moaned as her hand began to stroke him properly now, skin on skin. "Let it make you into the god you're meant to be. And we'll be your faithful servants."
Her other hand slid up under his shirt, nails dragging across his stomach, and Max felt himself responding—his cock hardening further in his mother's grip, his hips starting to thrust into her hand, his body betraying every moral he'd ever held.
"I'm offering myself," Yuki whispered urgently, her hand moving faster now, her other hand gripping his ass, pulling him against her.
She looked up at him—at his demonic red eyes with slitted pupils, his gray-black corrupted skin, his too-sharp teeth—and showed no fear. No disgust. Only worship.
"You're something more," Yuki moaned. "Something dark and powerful and beyond mortal constraints. Why should you follow their rules? Why should you deny yourself anything?"
Her strokes became more urgent, more skilled, and Max felt his resistance crumbling. The pleasure was overwhelming, amplified by corruption until every nerve ending screamed with sensation.
"Let me serve you," his mother breathed, and then she began to sink to her knees, her intention crystal clear—
Her knees bent as she lowered herself, her dress riding up to expose more of her thighs. The top stretched across her breasts, her hard nipples visible even through the layers of fabric.
**
"I love you," Yuki said, and those words coming from her in this position, in this context, shattered something inside Max's chest.
Her free hand came up, joining the one stroking him, both palms wrapping around his length now. She looked up at him as she leaned forward, her glossy red lips parting, her tongue visible inside her mouth.
"Let go," she whispered.
Then her tongue emerged and touched the tip of his cock.
The sensation was electric, overwhelming, catastrophically intense. Max's entire body jerked, his corrupted nerves firing at impossible intensity. It felt like lightning and silk all at once.
Yuki's tongue traced a slow circle around the head, tasting him, and Max heard himself make a sound—half gasp, half moan—that was pure animal pleasure.
"That's it," his mother breathed, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. "Just feel. Just accept."
Her lips pressed against him and began to slide forward.
Max felt the wet heat of her mouth beginning to envelope him, felt her tongue against the underside of his cock, felt her lips stretching around his girth—
And something inside him broke.
"Yes," Max heard himself say. "Yes. Fuck. Yes."
His hands moved without conscious thought and tangled in his mother's soft hair, pulling her forward. The other reached down to cup her face, his thumb tracing her stretched lips where they wrapped around him.
"Mmh..." Yuki made a sound—muffled, pleased—and took him deeper.
The wet heat was incredible. The pressure. The way her tongue moved. The way her lips sealed around him. The way her throat opened as she took more and more of his length.
Elena's hand slid into his pants from behind, cupping his balls, massaging gently. Velara's mouth found his neck, biting hard enough to leave marks. Keiko's nails dragged down his back, pain mixing with pleasure until they were indistinguishable.
And his mother—his fucking mother—knelt before him and worshipped his cock with her mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Good," Max groaned, his hips starting to thrust slightly, pushing deeper into that wet heat. "So good. Don't stop."
Yuki's eyes looked up at him, watering slightly but filled with pride and devotion. She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction, and Max's head fell back with a guttural moan.
"This is what you deserve," the three women chorused around him. "This is what power gives you. This is what corruption offers."
Max's grip tightened in his mother's hair, controlling her movements now, pulling her forward and back in the rhythm he wanted. Using her mouth. Taking what she offered.
And Yuki let him. Submitted completely. Her hands gripped his hips for balance as he fucked her face with increasing urgency, her throat opening for him, her tongue working magic against his shaft.
"I'm going to—" Max gasped, pleasure building to impossible heights. "I'm—"
"Yes," Elena moaned in his ear. "Give it to her. Give your mother everything."
"Make her swallow it," Keiko commanded. "Make her taste your corruption."
The pleasure crested, peaked, became unbearable—
Max's eyes opened wider, his grip tightening, his hips thrusting forward one final time—
"Take it," he groaned. "Take all of it. Swallow. Every. Fucking. Drop."
And his mother—
But the next moment, The world shattered.
Everything broke at once.
The pleasure vanished—not fading, but ripped away like someone had cut the connection. One moment Max was drowning in the most intense sensation of his life, the next there was nothing. Just absence. Just void.
The warmth of his mother's mouth disappeared.
The pressure of the three women against him dissolved.
The sensations, the touches, the pleasure—all of it gone in an instant.
And then the pain came.