Chapter 372: Chapter 372- Mother-in-law Gift

The movement was abrupt, jerky. She gasped as she rose, Tianlong’s hand sliding off her breast. Her legs trembled as she moved away from the chair, and Mamoon got her first clear look at the rabbit woman’s state.

Thessa’s face was flushed crimson. Sweat dripped down her neck, between her breasts. Her nipples were swollen and dark, glistening with saliva. And between her thick thighs—

Juice. Clear arousal dripped down her inner thighs in glistening trails, the fabric of her undergarments completely soaked through.

Thessa’s hands moved to her waist, fingers fumbling with the remaining fastenings of her clothes. One by one, the garments fell away until she stood completely naked.

Her body was magnificent—thick in all the right places, powerful muscles covered by soft flesh. Her breasts hung heavy with their own weight, nipples pointing downward. And her pussy—

White fur surrounded her sex, but the lips themselves were swollen and pink, glistening with moisture. The hair was matted with her juices, showing just how aroused she’d become.

She moved to the table with unsteady steps, then bent forward, placing her palms flat on the wooden surface. Her back arched, pushing her ass out obscenely as she reached back with one hand.

Her fingers spread her ass cheeks, fully exposing both holes to Tianlong’s view. Her pussy clenched visibly, another trickle of clear fluid leaking out.

“Please,” Thessa’s voice was wrecked, barely recognizable. “I feel strange… fill this up.”

Silence.

Tianlong looked at her displayed form, then shook his head slowly. His expression shifted to something almost disappointed.

“You’re being so degenerate, Thessa,” he said, his tone carrying a hint of reprimand. “Shouldn’t you show some dignity?”

The words hit like a slap.

Thessa’s blue eyes widened, then filled with tears. She looked toward Mamoon—seeking what? Support? Understanding?

Mamoon’s gaze met hers for a brief moment… then deliberately averted.

I can’t, Mamoon thought, shame flooding through her. I can’t acknowledge this. If I do, it means admitting I’m feeling the same things she is.

Thessa’s expression crumbled. Tears spilled over, tracking down her flushed cheeks. Her hand slowly dropped from her ass, and she started to straighten, humiliation overwhelming arousal.

But then—

’SCHLICK!’

The wet sound of fingers plunging into soaked flesh filled the tent.

“AHHHN!” Thessa’s scream was immediate and raw. Her back arched violently, breasts swinging as her entire body jolted forward.

Tianlong had moved. One moment he was seated with Mamoon on his lap. The next he stood behind Thessa, his middle finger buried knuckle-deep inside her pussy.

“Last time I just smacked you,” he said conversationally, as if his finger wasn’t currently inside her. “But this time, let’s thoroughly inspect if you’re a woman worth melting for.”

He twisted his finger, exploring her inner walls with clinical precision. Thessa’s pussy molded to his digit, the soft walls clenching desperately around the intrusion. Her body remembered his shape even though this was technically the first time he’d penetrated her.

His finger withdrew slightly, and Mamoon—still seated in the chair, breast exposed, watching with wide eyes—could see how Thessa’s pussy clung to him. The pink inner walls tried to pull him back in, reluctant to let go.

Then his middle finger shifted, sliding between her ass cheeks instead. The digit pressed against her puckered hole—

“HNNGH!” Thessa’s eyes rolled back as his thumb pushed inside her anal entrance. Not deep, just enough to make her feel filled in a way she’d never experienced.

At the same time, his finger returned to her pussy, plunging back in with a wet squelch.

He held her like that—thumb in her ass, finger in her pussy—his hand forming a grip that controlled her completely. He could feel her inner muscles clamping down, trying to push him out even as her hips ground backward, seeking more.

“Your pussy,” Tianlong observed, “is pressing so tightly. Like it’s trying to crush my finger.” He twisted his wrist, changing the angle. “But you’re also so soft inside. Contradictory, isn’t it?”

Thessa couldn’t respond. Her tongue lolled out of her open mouth, drool dripping onto the table beneath her. Her eyes had glazed over, pupils blown wide with overwhelming sensation.

And then he found it.

His finger curled inside her, pressing against a spot on her inner wall that made—

“AHHHHHHHH!” The scream tore from Thessa’s throat as she squirted. Hard.

Clear fluid sprayed from her clenching pussy, splattering across the tent floor. Her thighs quivered violently, barely able to support her weight. Her breasts swung like pendulums as her whole body convulsed.

Tianlong’s thumb pressed deeper into her ass during her orgasm, the dual penetration prolonging the climax until Thessa was sobbing, gasping for air that wouldn’t come.

“Wait—my body—” she managed to gasp out between heaving breaths. “What’s happening—I can’t—”

But Tianlong wasn’t done.

His fingers twisted inside her again, finding that same spot—her G-spot—and pressed hard while his thumb stretched her anal entrance wider.

“NNNGH! NO! TOO MUCH!” Thessa’s protests dissolved into incoherent moans as a second orgasm crashed over her before the first had even finished.

She was cumming. Actually cumming from his fingers alone. Her pussy clamped down rhythmically, trying to milk a cock that wasn’t there. More fluid gushed out, pooling beneath her feet.

Mamoon watched all of this with mounting horror and undeniable arousal.

Her own pussy was throbbing now, clenching around nothing. The latex between her legs was soaked through, juice leaking down to stain the chair beneath her. Her exposed breast heaved with each rapid breath, the nipple he’d bitten still tingling.

This is wrong, her mind insisted even as her body betrayed her. This is so wrong. He’s—Yuna’s—my daughter’s—

But her thoughts fragmented as Tianlong suddenly moved again.

His hand—the one not currently fingering Thessa—reached out and gripped Mamoon’s breasts like handles. Both heavy mounds filled his palms as he squeezed hard.

“Hnngh!” Mamoon’s startled cry came out more aroused than she intended.

He yanked upward, pulling her to her feet by her breasts. The latex suit peeled further down as he hauled her forward, fully exposing her torso. Her massive tits bounced in his grip, the soft flesh molding around his fingers.

Then he spun her around and slammed her back against his chest.

“Oof!” The air rushed from her lungs as he pulled her tight against him. One arm wrapped around her waist, hand splaying across her stomach. The other remained on her breast, kneading the heavy flesh.

“Mother-in-law,” he murmured against her ear, his breath hot. “Don’t think I forgot about you.”

Before Mamoon could respond, his mouth found hers.

The kiss was overwhelming—deep, possessive, claiming. His tongue invaded without permission, exploring every corner of her mouth with aggressive confidence. He tasted like copper and something else, something masculine that made her head spin.

“Mmm! Mngh!” Mamoon’s muffled protests vibrated against his lips, but he swallowed them down.

His tongue dominated hers, forcing it into submission. When she tried to pull back, his hand on her breast squeezed hard enough to make her gasp—and he used that opening to deepen the kiss further.

Saliva mixed between their mouths, slick and obscene. She could feel it dripping down her chin, but couldn’t break away long enough to wipe it off.

Her hands came up to push against his chest, but instead found themselves gripping his robe for balance as her knees went weak.

’Why? Why does this feel so good? Why can’t I stop him?’

The answer came unbidden: Because you’ve never been kissed like this before.

In her world, men didn’t dominate. Men didn’t take. Men were protected, kept safe, treated as the weaker sex. She’d mated before—of course she had, she’d given birth to Yuna—but it had been perfunctory. Functional. A biological necessity during heat cycles, not this… this consuming passion.

This was different. This was—

Purple light began to fill the tent.

It started subtle, just a faint glow around Tianlong’s body. But it grew brighter, stronger, until the entire space was bathed in violet radiance.

The color pulsed in rhythm with their movements—his fingers thrusting into Thessa’s holes, his tongue invading Mamoon’s mouth, both women moaning in sync.

It was an aura. Raw sexual energy made visible, thick enough that Mamoon could feel it pressing against her skin like a physical weight.

The purple aura intensified, seeming to flow from him into both women. Where it touched, sensation heightened. Every nerve ending became hypersensitive. Every touch felt like ten.

Mamoon’s pussy clenched hard, and she felt moisture literally gush from her—soaking through the latex, running down her thighs in rivulets.

’I’m in heat,’ the thought crashed through her mind with horrifying clarity. ’He triggered my heat cycle. But it’s not the season for—how did he—’

Tianlong finally broke the kiss, a thick strand of saliva connecting their lips. Mamoon’s eyes were unfocused, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Her mouth hung open, gasping for air she couldn’t seem to get enough of.

“You’re melting beautifully, mother-in-law,” Tianlong observed with dark satisfaction.

Behind them, Thessa collapsed against the table, Tianlong’s fingers still buried inside her. Her rabbit ears lay flat against her skull, her entire body twitching with aftershocks.

The tent filled with their combined sounds—Mamoon’s gasping breaths, Thessa’s continuous whimpering, the wet squelching of his fingers working both holes.

And through it all, the purple aura continued to pulse, thick with the scent of sex and the promise of much, much more to come.

“Now then,” Tianlong said, his voice cutting through the haze of arousal, “shall we continue your education, mother-in-law? I think it’s time you learned what real pleasure feels like… and might leave a child since I am taking yours with me.”

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