Chapter 27: Mate just for a night-1

Luke sat alone in his room, waiting for his mother to arrive.

In the meantime, he spoke quietly to the system.

’Tell me something. Is there a way for me to earn Tora from you?’

[There is, Host. Apart from quests, you will soon unlock a feature that allows you to sell materials, weapons, and animal products to the system at a fixed price.]

Luke’s brows lifted slightly.

’That actually sounds great.’

Truthfully, he had no idea whether the meat and animal products he sold to Gary were priced fairly. Maybe he was being underpaid. Maybe he was being overpaid. Either way, having another trading option would let him compare values.

And having a barter counter accessible at all times was undeniably convenient.

’By the way, System… will I ever be able to use Gamma for anything other than enhancing my eyes?’

[Of course, Host. As your Gamma Pod develops, additional abilities will unlock.]

Luke nodded, intrigued.

’What’s the current progress?’

[Current Progress:

Ascension: 1380/10000G

Level: 2 → 3 (800G)]

Luke leaned back, satisfied with the numbers.

He did not have some grand ambition of ruling the world. All he wanted was a stable life and the chance to explore beyond his small surroundings.

But for that, he needed strength.

And he needed to grow quietly.

No one could find out he had awakened Gamma.

Well… unless one day he stood among the strongest in the world.

Just then, the door slowly parted and from the other side, a familiar beauty stepped inside.

Faintly, he could see her cheeks were red.

She wore her usual clothes, hair tied and bosom heaving faintly.

Luke got up and asked, “Where were you?”

She stepped closer and said, “Was talking to your father.”

“Hmm?” Luke hummed in curiosity as he offered his hand which Monica took and sat before him on the bed.

“What did you say to him?” He asked as he slowly slid the dress off her shoulders and planted his lips on her smooth skin.

“Nothing…just how much caring you have become…and he told me to always take care of you-ah.” She gasped as he suddenly kissed her lips and pushed her on the bed.

Their lips met in a hungry, obscene clash, tongues sliding together in slow, wet strokes that left no room for hesitation. He didn’t want to interrupt her this soon but he had been craving her this whole time.

Maybe because of his feelings for Monica or maybe he was just hungry for her. He didn’t know and he didn’t care at the moment.

He tasted her deeply, swallowing her soft moan as his mouth angled harder, sucking at her tongue while she whimpered into him.

He hurriedly removed her dress like a man starving for ages.

As the dress was removed, Monica cooperating with him even without noticing herself, Luke was surprised to see there was no taping around her massive meat buns today.

He broke the kiss to look at her massive juggs, firm and full. Her nipples were hard, greedy for some attention.

He didn’t disappoint her and cupped her breast, twisting her nipples between his fingers as he asked, “You came prepared, huh?”

She moved her eyes away, her neck warm, “I mean…I know you like to touch them.”

He rewarded her with another filthy, open-mouthed kiss, tongue stroking deep while his fingers rolled and tugged at her sensitive peaks, drawing sharper gasps from her throat.

He removed his shirt as well, and then pants.

Monica gasped as she faintly saw his manhood peeking out of his shorts, but he didn’t give her time to speak.

Pulling her closer in his arms, he rubbed his cock against her belly, letting her know what he wanted from her.

She could feel it…he was no longer seeing her just as his mother. He wanted to claim her, to break her, to make her his.

Monica gasped, as his tongue attacked the peak of breast, “Son…we can’t…I am not your mate…” She said however, the way she rubbed her thighs and felt her own sex drenching, it felt her body was asking for something else.

Luke stopped and looked into her eyes.

“You are no longer father’s mate. The last time he took you must be years ago but are you satisfied with it? Don’t you crave to be explored again, to feel something much more. Something which isn’t about making offsprings but just to feel the pleasure?”

Monica was confused, but undeniably aroused even though she herself couldn’t identify this sensation.

Her moist eyes stared into his as she said, “But you should only do it with your mate…that’s how things work…”

Luke took a deep breath and then said, “Then let me help myself. I promise I won’t enter you.”

As he said, he positioned himself between her legs and removed her underwear.

Following that, he lowered his short pants as well, revealing his cock, standing at full length.

Raging, girthy, veins protruding from all sides and pre cum already glistening the mushroom head.

Her pussy was no better. Drenched with the need she herself didn’t understand. She has started to feel this sensation recently only when she was around her son…even though he should be the last person to make her feel like this.

She knew this was wrong…she knew what they were about to do was a taboo and she should stop him…but…

“Nnngh…”

Luke shifted forward until the thick, heated length of his cock nestled right against her soaked folds. He didn’t push in—not yet, not breaking that final promise—but he let her feel every brutal inch of him sliding slowly along her slit.

The first deliberate drag of his shaft through her wetness made Monica’s hips jerk upward on instinct. His cockhead caught briefly on her swollen clit, nudging it hard enough to send a white-hot spark racing up her spine.

“Ah—!” Her cry came out broken.

He groaned low in his throat, hips rolling in a slow, filthy grind. The veined underside of his cock painted itself with her slick as he rocked forward again, letting the fat crown kiss her entrance without breaching, then glide back up to mash brutally against her clit once more.

“Feel that?” he rasped, voice rough with restraint. “How fucking wet you are for your own son. Dripping all over my dick like you’ve been starving for it.”

Monica’s hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in as another long, obscene slide had his shaft gliding right over her pulsing clit. The friction was merciless—hot, slippery, relentless. Every time the ridge of his cockhead bumped her sensitive nub, her thighs trembled and her back bowed off the mattress.

“Nnngh… Luke… oh god…” Her voice cracked into a whimper. She tried to close her legs on reflex, but he hooked one arm under her knee and spread her wider, pinning her open so he could keep that torturous rhythm.

He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “You keep saying we can’t… but your little cunt is sucking at the tip every time I pass your hole. Begging for it.”

Another slow, heavy thrust of his hips—his cock gliding through her folds, coating him from base to tip in her arousal. The wet, filthy sound of skin sliding on skin filled the room, obscene and loud. Pre-cum leaked steadily from his slit now, mixing with her own juices, making every glide slicker, hotter.

Monica’s head thrashed against the pillow. Her hips started moving on their own—small, helpless rolls that chased the pressure against her cunt. Each time he dragged the full length of himself over her, she moaned louder, shameless.

He leaned closer, his cock head just nudging against her entrance as he whispered, “Just for tonight…be my mate. No one would know about it, I promise. It would be our little secret.”

Overwhelmed by the pleasure she was experiencing right now, Monica couldn’t stop herself from nodding.

“O-Oka-aah!”

And…they became one.

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A/N:- Men are possessive of their women not like actually their partners but like their property. So mating is still considered serious in the world.

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