Chapter 101: Chapter 101 – Feeding the Hatred

I pulled my hard cock from Delilah’s spent body, watching our mixed fluids trickle down her thighs. Casually, I picked up the plate holding the collected mixture of my cum and Delilah’s juices and handed it to Angeline.

“Angel, be a dear and gather the rest of my seed from your mother,” I ordered, patting the sweet girl’s head.

Angeline’s expression instantly soured. Her big eyes welled up, her lips forming an adorably pouty frown.

“But… Brother… I… I wanted to swallow it…” she whined in a small voice, her gaze locked on the white drops slowly trailing from her mother’s well-used pussy onto her inner thigh.

I chuckled at her protest and stroked her sweat-dampened blonde hair. “Later, Angel. I promise you’ll get your own serving later. For now, just collect it on this plate.”

Angeline gave a slow, sulky nod. Her small hands immediately got to work, her slender fingers parting her mother’s gaped labia.

Carefully, she scooped inside her mother’s sperm-filled passage, gathering every last drop of the thick fluid onto the plate. Each touch of her fingers made Delilah whimper weakly, her body trembling from the extreme sensitivity after multiple, relentless orgasms.

“Ahh~ Angel… go easy…” Delilah moaned, though she made no move to stop her youngest daughter.

I moved closer, kneeling before Delilah’s face and Angeline’s exposed pussy. From this angle, I had a perfect view of Angeline’s tiny fingers working inside her mother’s cunt, scooping out the thick white fluid before dripping it onto the plate.

Then, I turned and approached Gwenneth, who was still bound and gagged. The vibrator in her pussy was still humming, keeping her body in a constant state of trembling, unfinished torment.

I picked up the remote and played with the controls, occasionally cranking the intensity until she let out muffled screams, then lowering it just enough for her to manage weak, desperate moans.

BRRRZZZZZZ!

Her eyes—oh, her beautiful eyes were full of torturous conflict. Smoldering resentment and hatred warred with impossible-to-resist waves of raw lust. There was a plea in her gaze, but also the lingering embers of a fury and determination not yet fully extinguished. Even after being broken down this far, a spark of defiance remained. And that only made her more enticing to me.

I unlocked the ball gag from her mouth. The moment she was free, Gwenneth drew a sharp breath, and her demeanor suddenly shifted to one of shocking submission.

“Adam… please… I’m begging you…” her voice was hoarse and utterly desperate, a world away from her former arrogant tone. “I’m… I’m sorry! I’m sorry for everything! For every insult, every hit, every bit of torture! I’ll get on my knees! I’ll lick your boots! Just… please touch me! Take this choker off! I can’t take it anymore!”

She sounded utterly convincing. Her golden eyes glistened with tears, her lips trembled. Seeing my once-sadistic, arrogant step-sister reduced to begging like this gave me immense satisfaction. But I knew her game—the moment I freed her, she’d likely attack me with whatever strength she had left.

“I’m touched, Gwen, really,” I said flatly. “But unfortunately, I won’t be touching you. At least, not until I’m sure you’re completely broken. For now, you’ll just watch. Watch how your mother and sister have become my happy little whores.”

“No! Adam, wait! I—”

But before she could continue, I swiftly shoved the ball gag back into her mouth, locking her protests away. Profound despair flashed in her eyes before she finally hung her head, accepting her defeat.

I turned back to see Delilah still moaning weakly from Angeline’s ministrations. I grabbed her chin, pulling her face up from between Angeline’s thighs, lifting her face wet with tears and her daughter’s juices.

“Mom,” I whispered before kissing her deeply.

Delilah kissed me back with fervent passion, her soft tongue dancing with mine. When we broke apart, she was panting. “Adam… I love you…”

“I’m going to use Angel now,” I told her as we caught our breath.

Delilah nodded, a lewd smile on her lips. “Go ahead. She’s yours too.”

I shifted my position, aiming the wet tip of my cock at Angeline’s waiting pussy beneath her mother’s body. Before pushing in, I warned Angeline, who was still focused on her task: “Hold that plate steady, don’t spill a drop.”

Then, with a slow, deliberate push, I slid my cock into her sopping wet cunt.

“Ah~! Brother!” she cried out in delight, the hand holding the plate trembling but managing to keep it steady.

I thrust deep inside her, all the way to her incredibly tight womb. It was amazing—no matter how many times I stretched them out with my massive cock, the bodies of Awakeners like Angeline and Delilah always snapped back to their original state, as if they were made to be enjoyed like this.

“Your pussy is so tight, Angel,” I praised her as I started moving. “Incredible.”

“Ahh~! Thank you, Brother!” she moaned happily, her face flushing.

Delilah, still positioned above her, leaned in and kissed me again. Her hands groped her own large, firm breasts, playing with her hardened nipples.

“My breasts are still perky, right, Adam?” she teased.

I nodded, taking one of Delilah’s breasts into my mouth. I sucked on her hard nipple, biting it gently, making her scream with pleasure. My tongue played over her wide areola, savoring the texture and taste of her smooth skin.

“Yes… perfect…” I mumbled between sucks.

We continued fucking in this complicated yet intimate position—me pounding into Angeline from above, while Delilah was sandwiched between us, kissing me and playing with her own tits.

Angeline came over and over, her body shuddering and letting out long, drawn-out moans each time.

When I felt my own climax building, I sped up my thrusts, losing all control.

“I’m coming, Angel!” I roared, before unleashing a massive load deep into her warm womb.

Angeline screamed as she climaxed with me, her body convulsing before she finally passed out, utterly unable to handle the intensity of the relentless orgasms. The plate in her hand nearly slipped.

I pulled my still-hard cock from her pulsating pussy, watching the white fluid start to flow out again. Carefully, I took the plate from her limp hand and gave it to Delilah.

“Mom, please gather mine and Angel’s fluids,” I ordered.

Delilah nodded obediently and immediately took over the task. Her hands began scooping inside the pussy of her unconscious youngest daughter, collecting the mixture of my sperm and Angeline’s juices onto the plate.

I didn’t waste any time and immediately took her from behind again, enjoying how her exhausted body still responded to every one of my thrusts.

The three of us continued our frenzied lovemaking—I alternated between using Delilah and Angeline until finally the plate was full of our thick, mixed fluids.

Angeline was completely unconscious from too many orgasms, while Delilah could only lie sprawled on the bed, utterly exhausted and gasping for air. My own body felt tired, but my maxed-out Libido stat kept me from feeling truly satisfied.

Finally, I took the full plate of thick, white fluid and walked over to Gwenneth. She looked almost insane—her eyes were glazed over, her skin was pale, and her body kept trembling from the vibrator and the frustration of never finding release.

I removed the ball gag from her mouth. This time, she didn’t immediately protest. She just stared at me with hollow eyes, before finally gathering the last dregs of her strength to spit at me.

“You… sick bastard…!” she rasped, her voice full of disgust. “I’d rather die than drink that… that filthy liquid!”

I smiled. “We’ll see about that.”

I activated my [Mind Control] skill on her. Her eyes suddenly glazed over, and her tense body abruptly went slack. I picked up a spoon from the bedside and scooped up some of the fluid from the plate.

“Open your mouth, Gwen,” I commanded softly.

Obediently, Gwenneth opened her mouth—though resistance flickered in her eyes. I fed her the spoonful of our mixed fluids.

“Let it sit on your tongue,” I whispered. “Savor the aroma before you swallow.”

Gwenneth looked like she wanted to vomit, but her controlled body was forced to obey my command. She moved the fluid around in her mouth, her face contorted in disgust, before finally forcing herself to swallow with great difficulty.

I continued feeding her patiently and attentively, like a lover caring for his partner. Each spoonful was placed gently into her mouth, ensuring none was spilled. Gwenneth could only submit, tears streaming down her face as her body was forced to swallow the very thing she found most repulsive.

[Your Dominance over Gwenneth Increases to 89%.]

By the time the plate was finally empty, her stomach looked slightly distended. She looked completely shattered—her pride, her resistance, everything. I felt profoundly satisfied seeing this strong woman finally brought so low.

A heavy drowsiness began to overwhelm me; it had been a tiring day, especially after just clearing a Dungeon.

“Mom,” I called out weakly. “Clean yourselves up and take care of Angel. I’m tired and need to sleep.”

Though she looked utterly drained, Delilah nodded obediently and began to move.

I then blindfolded Gwenneth, plunging her world into darkness. As I was about to fall into a deep sleep beside her, a final, groggy thought surfaced: I had forgotten to turn off the vibrator inside her. But I was far too tired to care. Let her suffer through the night.

A satisfied smile touched my lips as I drifted off, lulled to sleep by the faint, relentless tremors that continued to wrack Gwenneth’s body.

[Your Dominance over Gwenneth Increases to 90%.]

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