When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 34

Chapter 34 

I will call my child by that name.

Carlisle’s ears perked up. He let his imagination run wild, and his bushy tail wagged wildly.

Her ears perked up on her sweet head too, and he wiggled them excitedly.

“……Abella.”

He smiled at the sound of her name and slid his hand into the white panties. He felt the soft flesh against his calloused palm.

Carlisle’s fingers groped the inner flesh of her slender thighs, moving like a hungry beast toward her private parts.

At that moment, he was unaware that he had reached her p*ssy.

The area, which would normally be covered in white fabric, was bare and uncovered. Carlisle’s ears and tail perked up at the unexpected touch of smooth skin between her legs.

Panicked, he forgot what he was doing, and he stared like an idiot. His calloused hand reached between Abella’s legs again, feeling her smooth, plump labia.

Carlisle swallowed dryly and slid his hand through the gap between her legs. The tightly clenched flesh parted. It gently enveloped him as he tried to penetrate her.

“Mother…….”

Carlisle suppressed a whimper and rolled his eyes.

He felt the soft mucous membrane under his fingertips. He gently squeezed Abella’s clitoris, causing her calm face to crumple slightly.

“Maybe my mom wanted to have a child with me.”

Of course, she knew that wasn’t the case. Carlisle allowed herself to fantasize, rubbing her clit slowly from side to side as it began to swell.

With each movement, her waist trembled slightly, fueling his sadism.

He parted her white thighs, lifted the hem of her slip, and exposed her unspoiled flesh to his view, like a snowy field untrampled.

Peeking out from between slightly parted labia, the erect clitoris looked as appetizing as an elk with its neck out, waiting to be eaten.

Carlisle stroked the tight, swollen clit with uncontrollable lust, wondering if he was going to wake Abella, but remembering that she’d added tephra herb to the stew she’d had for dinner, he calmed his nerves.

As he stimulated her clitoris, clear fluid began to trickle out of her v*g*na.

Carlisle licked his lips and gently spread the moisture from her v*g*nal opening over her clitoris. The delicate flesh became more open with each stroke.

He took pleasure in crushing the flesh between his teeth. Carlisle’s mouth curled upward as he stared at the hole that grew wetter with each thrust beneath him.

“You want me to, don’t you?”

Her excitement was obvious; otherwise, her p*ssy wouldn’t be so lovingly wet.

Swallowing the words he couldn’t quite say, Carlisle squeezed the n*ppl* protruding from the white fabric.  The br**sts, held by the thin fabric, were twisted and squeezed this way and that.

As Carlisle nibbled at her clit and gently scratched the leading edge of her br**st, a bright red nipple poked through the thin fabric.

He immediately took a large bite out of it. Despite the fabric, the fleshy br**sts and sweet n*ppl*s were as real as ever.

He nibbled lightly on her n*ppl* and then inhaled deeply like a child suckling at its mother’s br**st causing Abella’s body to shudder.

He eagerly pulled his mouth to her br**st with a hungry whimper. In addition, he teased her with his mouth while his hands rubbed her p*ssy.

Her slippery clit was wet and ready for teasing. He rubbed it with a sticky sound before slowly moving his hand down.

When his fingertips touched her v*g*nal opening, it twitched slightly, causing her inner thigh to tremble like prey.

Carlisle laughed in satisfaction as she trembled, then slowly slid his hand into her v*g*na. She then slowly inserted his hand into her v*g*na, using a single finger to part the thin inner walls and slide in quickly.

“Mmmm…….”

Abella let out a small moan. Carlisle paused to assess the movement before flexing his fingertips and swirling them inside once more.

He felt the tightly folded lining tighten around him as if to welcome the unwelcome intruder. He withdrew his hand after feeling her flesh pressing against him from all sides.

With each movement, the sensitive mucous glands rubbed against each other, causing the withdrawn hand to unexpectedly puncture the skin again. After a few repetitions, a steady stream of clear honey dripped from the hole between his hand and the skin.

“I’m sorry, Mother; I wanted to have s*x with you for the first time when you were awake.”

Carlisle sighed in frustration. He then inserted another finger into the small opening that had only just accommodated one.

The wet v*g*na contracted quickly, as if it were too much to bear.

“Shh, it’s okay, mother. You’re used to it.”

He whispered to himself. He spread his fingers as if to widen the throbbing lining. The hole that had seemed tight at first didn’t seem as tight as it had earlier.

“You will need to take my p*n*s soon, but it seems difficult for you with just my two fingers.”

Carlisle expressed his desire with a lustful look, and the thought of receiving his p*n*s in this tight, sticky hole made his buttocks swell even more.

He pulled out a dark lump of flesh from his pants. It was a bruise on his c*ck shaft that looked even more grotesque the harder it got. He wondered if Abella would scream again like she did before if she saw it in her right mind.

Carlisle shook the thought from his mind. He pushed Abella’s legs apart and climbed on top of her. He pressed his glans, which were still dripping with Cooper fluid, against her p*ssy.

He ground his hips into her forcefully, as if he were about to penetrate her.

“Abel…… la.”

Carlisle said her name in a low voice.

“Abella, Abella, Abella, Abella.”

It still felt unfamiliar, but he couldn’t shake it from his mind. He repeated Abella’s name to himself while alone for some time before finally kissing her as she slept, his cheeks flushed.

The blunt shaft then slowly made its way to her v*g*na. It crushed her clit. Carlisle grabbed his shaft and rubbed it back and forth around the opening as if preparing to insert it.

The pressure on her flesh made the experience even more intense. Carlisle swallowed and slowly pushed his p*n*s into her tight hole.

“Mmmmm…….”

Carlisle held Avella’s lower body firmly, preventing her from rolling over as he penetrated her. The sleeping Abella tried to move, but he kept her within his reach.

Carlisle collided with her flawless skin. Carlisle repeatedly pounded his c*ck into her, causing her labia to quiver like a trapped animal.

Carlisle repeatedly thrust into her as her clit protruded.

The pillars had sprouted protrusions that clawed at the folds of the inner walls, forcing open the cramped hole.

“Quit…”

Carlisle moaned in pain as her tender flesh pressed tightly against him. He became increasingly rough, fearing he might cause her more pain.

As he looked down, he noticed that the c*ck he had inserted into her was already more than halfway in.

Carlisle’s mouth twitched in ecstasy at the sight of his p*n*s between her plump labia. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It felt like a dream. Like he was actually making love to her.

Carlisle whispered softly, calling Abella his family, mother, and love.

He called her name repeatedly, causing Abella’s insides to shudder in spasms.

Carlisle couldn’t contain the rush of emotion and kissed the nape of her neck.

He then penetrated every last bit of flesh, right to the root.

With a gurgling, obscene sound, his straight cc*k slammed into her womb. The forearm-sized shaft pierced mercilessly into her flesh.

The moment his prickly pubic hair rubbed against her smooth cunt, he was overcome with an uncontrollable urge, and he gasped down his breath.

He wanted to make love to her passionately, regardless of whether she woke up or not.

However, upon removing his p*n*s from her, he noticed that Abella’s sweet juices were not the only thing flowing from her v*g*na; there was also a trail of red blood staining the bed.