I Became My Son's First Love - Chapter 69

In the dark space where they were, changing positions wasn’t difficult. Azazel laid Eve on the floor, positioned himself above her without leaving any gaps, and thrust his hips. His member slid out of her entrance, only to force its way back in, spreading her open and pounding deep inside.

“Ah! Oh!”

The slick sound of their movements only excited her more. Her soaked, pliant walls clung to his thick member, driving Azazel to the brink of ecstasy, his eyes burning red with arousal.

“Oh, ah!”

With a loud smack, he thrust hard, sending ripples through her inner walls.

“Ugh!”

Azazel pressed his weight onto her as he slammed into her relentlessly. Pinned beneath him, Eve could do nothing but take him, her mouth slack with drool. Azazel licked her lips clean and whispered, “Does it feel good here?”

“Yes! But, wait…”

Though Eve tried to stop him by digging her nails into his shoulders, Azazel bit her lower lip and pushed even deeper inside. Her inner walls, which had never opened so wide, stretched to accommodate his shape.

“Do you dislike it?”

Eve couldn’t even muster the strength to respond to his teasing. Her mind was blank. As Azazel held her hips, he began moving rhythmically, as if carving himself into her.

Mesmerized by the sight of her red flesh clinging to him, he thrust harder. Their bodies, slick with their fluids, glistened as they moved together.

Azazel’s fingers lightly grazed the sensitive opening that stretched around his thick shaft, causing Eve to cry out sharply. He wanted to plunge his tongue into that red, swollen flesh, to lap up the fluids spilling out, and to fill her with his seed.

But he didn’t want to leave the warmth of her tight walls that gripped him so fiercely. Azazel, overcome by impulse, thrust all the way to the base of his shaft, stirring her insides. Eve moaned sweetly, reaching out for him, begging to be held.

Pleased by her neediness, Azazel grabbed her hand and sucked her long, slender fingers into his mouth. His tongue licked between her fingers, and the sudden sensation made her body tremble. His slick, swollen shaft continued to pump in and out of her, welcoming every reaction from her body.

He wanted to go deeper, to claim every part of her. He wanted to leave his mark on her deepest walls. With each thrust, her inner muscles clenched tighter around him. Without denying her invitation, Azazel drove his shaft into her with a loud slap. The intense excitement from her confession had pushed him over the edge, and before long, he was releasing inside her.

“Ahh!”

Eve gasped as she felt the hot seed spreading within her, her breath coming in ragged pants. Her chest felt tight. Even while ejaculating, Azazel kept his hips moving, rubbing against her already sensitive walls.

As Eve’s blurry vision focused on him, Azazel, still lost in pleasure, asked, “Shall we try something new?”

His flushed face, lips red, and eyes still heavy with lust made Eve unable to fully grasp his question.

“What?”

“It’s a dream, so we can do anything.”

Azazel rolled his hips slowly as he spoke, “Shall I tell you about the first time I touched myself while thinking of you?”

His handsome face twisted into a naughty grin as he whispered. Eve, watching his red tongue flicker between his lips, asked, “When you used the handkerchief?”

“No, long before that. You’ll like it.”

Before Eve could respond, Azazel pulled out of her, and the space around them transformed instantly. There was no time to mourn the emptiness as a single bright dot appeared in the surrounding darkness, gradually growing into a large, shining moon.

Eve found herself staring up at a sky full of stars and the glowing moon. A breeze brushed against her hair, making her shiver as she looked around. She and Azazel stood naked outdoors. Though she felt a strange sense of familiarity with the surroundings, Eve couldn’t believe what she was seeing, so she turned to Azazel in disbelief.

“You masturbated outside?”

Azazel chuckled lowly at her shocked expression. “Eve, look behind you. Don’t you recognize this place?”

“Look behind me?”

Eve clamped her mouth shut, at a loss for words. Behind her was a large window, and through it, she could see a familiar room. Finally understanding why the scenery looked familiar, Eve instinctively glanced around. 

This was the terrace attached to her room when she had been the Countess of Hound. She gaped at the memory, unable to speak, while Azazel wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

“Still don’t remember?”

“How would I know?”

Eve snapped, out of breath, and Azazel, clearly amused, whispered, “You’ll remember soon enough. I’ve recreated everything from that day.”

“I don’t want to know…”

But Azazel gently grasped her face in his hands and gestured toward the window, saying, “She’s in.”

Instinctively following the direction of his gesture, Eve saw herself inside the room, standing amongst familiar servants. Her expression was indifferent despite the anxious, fidgety behavior of the servants, and she was wearing a sheer, flowing slip that revealed her body beneath.

At the sudden flood of memories, Eve gasped. Azazel, holding her close, chuckled softly, his laughter vibrating through her body. Though they were outside, pressed together so tightly, Eve didn’t feel cold at all.

She couldn’t hide her astonishment. “So that night?”

“Yes. When I heard you were called to the Count’s room, I came running.”

Azazel’s sultry voice echoed in her ears, and Eve retorted, “You sent a woman to the Count’s room.”

“Yes.” Azazel nodded, his hand slowly caressing her lips. “That night, you had your first kiss, and I… I had my first masturbation. At least in this body.”

His fingers brushed over her lips, teasing the tongue hidden behind them. As Eve swallowed, Azazel’s other hand gripped her lower abdomen and pulled her back tightly against him.

“Look, the servants have left.”

Feeling his hard member pressing against her tailbone, Eve instinctively licked his fingers. At his words, she glanced through the window to see herself inside. By then, her sheer slip had slipped to the floor, and she was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her body. Eve didn’t need to watch to remember what happened next. She bit down on Azazel’s fingers in protest.

“I don’t want to watch.”

Her words, muffled by his fingers, didn’t seem to bother Azazel, who only smiled and grabbed her chin, whispering, “Now that I think about it, you’re quite the exhibitionist, too.”

In the mirror, past-Eve’s hand moved from her breasts down to explore between her legs. Azazel, preventing her from looking away, gently rubbed her body against him.

“Look at yourself. Those lovely breasts, that slender waist…”

His low, husky voice guided her gaze back to the reflection of her own body. As he slowly stroked her narrow waist, his large hand slipped between her thighs, spreading the swollen, pink folds he had already filled with his seed. The slick fluids dripped down her thighs, wetting her skin as the thick, white seed spilled out of her.

The sensation of the liquid dripping down her legs made Eve moan involuntarily.

“Mm.”

At her sound, Azazel sighed and pushed her against the window. Now fully aroused, Eve willingly leaned against the glass, offering herself to him. Azazel gripped her waist and rubbed his shaft against her swollen folds.

His seed still coated her from their earlier encounter. Azazel smeared their combined fluids over his hard member, teasing her before pushing his way back inside. As she took him in, Eve let out a small gasp.

“Ah…!”

Azazel slowly thrust into her while whispering to her as she stared at herself in the mirror, mesmerized.

“You’re so beautiful that even you can’t take your eyes off yourself, right?”

Eve shuddered at his words. Azazel, feeling the goosebumps rise on her skin, pressed his lips to her ear and whispered, “I’ve always wanted to grab that soft body of yours with both hands.”

Just as slowly as his thrusts, Azazel’s hands slid down her waist to grasp her hips. His large hands gently kneaded her soft buttocks, and his raspy voice once again stirred her.

“Kissing your long, pale neck and spreading your thighs apart like this so I could shove my cock inside.”

As Eve’s inner muscles clenched around him, Azazel straightened his back and grabbed her hips tightly, thrusting into her with a wet sound.