Chapter 104: Chapter 104 – The Choke of Ecstasy

That afternoon, Angeline hurried home from the Academy, her steps quick and her heart aflutter. A persistent blush warmed her cheeks as she replayed her stepbrother Adam’s promise from that morning—a special gift awaited her today. Her schoolbag, felt weightless in her grip, her mind too occupied with fantasies of what Adam might have for her.

Her life had transformed over the past few weeks. Her family was finally, truly close, especially with her mother, Delilah, who had once been a distant figure. Now, they often gathered in Adam’s room. Though her mother sometimes seemed to be in pain, Adam always reassured her it was for their own good, a necessary step to strengthen their family bond.

She paused at the front door, taking a steadying breath before pushing it open. Immediately, noisy sounds from the second floor captured her attention—long, drawn-out moans, the rhythmic sound of bodies colliding, and familiar, breathless pants.

Her eyes lit up with anticipation. Without a second thought, she rushed up the stairs and toward Adam’s room. When she opened the door, an intense scene unfolded before her.

Adam moved behind their mother with an air of absolute control. But what captivated Angeline was his hand, tightly clenched around Delilah’s throat. Her mother’s face was flushed a deep red, her usually authoritative golden eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out. Yet, bizarrely, a twisted smile of pure satisfaction was etched on her lips.

“Ah… st-op… it… ah… hurts… gkghh… ” Delilah’s muffled pleas were a tangled mix of pleasure and choked pain.

A flicker of discomfort tightened in Angeline’s chest at the sight, but it was swiftly drowned by a powerful, familiar wave of desire. A sudden warmth bloomed between her legs, dampening her tight black stockings. Unconsciously, her hand drifted down to rub her thigh through her short skirt.

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From morning until now, I had been relentlessly fucking Delilah. But, as expected of one of the world’s most powerful women, she hadn’t broken. Her stamina was remarkable, and her pussy remained impossibly tight and responsive, as if every thrust was the first. The quality of an SSS-Rank Awakener was truly extraordinary.

When I tightened my grip on her neck, restricting her air, her inner walls only clamped down harder on my cock, milking me with a desperate hunger. I drove into her mercilessly, making her plump buttocks jiggle and her abnormally huge breasts sway with each impact.

“You… Mom… you fucking slut…” I growled between ragged breaths.

With every deep thrust that buried me in her womb, breast milk sprayed from her swollen udders, splattering across Gwenneth, who remained bound and helpless before us. The white liquid dripped down her face and body, another layer of humiliation in her pathetic state.

Delilah, deprived of air, wore a contorted expression—eyes bulging and unfocused, tongue protruding. The sounds escaping her lips were incoherent, a symphony of pleasured groans and desperate gasps.

The room was thick with the sharp, musky scent of our sex—a potent cocktail of semen, breast milk, vaginal fluids, and sweat. It was the aroma of power, of absolute ownership.

Just as I felt my climax building, the door swung open. There stood Angeline, her Academy uniform still impeccably neat: a plain white blouse with a red ribbon tie, a dark blue blazer, a knee-length skirt, and those black stockings. Her eyes were wide, but I watched with satisfaction as surprise was rapidly eclipsed by raw desire.

“Angel… perfect timing,” I groaned, pistoning my hips faster. “Watch… watch how I reward our mother!”

I squeezed Delilah’s neck harder, burying my cock to the hilt in her womb. Her body seized, trembling violently in a powerful climax, her eyes flying wide with dilated pupils. I could feel her pussy convulsing around me with incredible force, trying to wring out every last drop.

“I’m cumming, Mom!!” I roared, unleashing a torrent deep into her already flooded womb.

At the same instant, I released my chokehold. Delilah coughed violently, gulping in air before collapsing limply onto the bed, an expression of utter satiation on her face.

I pulled my still-hard cock from her unconscious form, watching my seed gush from her red, swollen entrance. Then, my gaze shifted to Angeline, still frozen in the doorway, her cheeks flushed.

“Angel,” I called, my voice hoarse. “Did you do what I told you?”

She nodded shyly, her eyes gleaming. With deliberate slowness, she lifted her school skirt, revealing her wet, open pussy. A pink dildo was clearly still embedded within, humming softly.

Then she turned, bent over, and pulled down her panties to present her plump buttocks. There, nestled between them, was a cute bunny-tailed anal plug—a stark, lewd contrast to the innocence of her uniform.

“Good girl,” I praised, my cock twitching eagerly at the sight. “Now come here. It’s time for your gift.”

Angeline approached with seductive steps, her gaze locked on my cock, still glistening with a mixture of my cum and her mother’s fluids. I could almost see the saliva gathering in her pretty mouth.

“Brother… what’s my gift?” she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“The gift?” I repeated, stepping closer to stroke her heated cheek. “I’m going to take your anal virginity, Angel.”

Her eyes widened, her aroused body tensing momentarily. “A-Anal? But, Brother… that’s—”

“Trust me,” I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Just like when I took your virginity, the pain is fleeting. After that… you’ll crave it.”

I squeezed her soft buttocks, my thumb pressing gently against the plug still blocking her tight hole. “You’ve been wearing this all day at the academy. You must be curious what the real thing feels like.”

“O-okay, Brother. I trust you.”

Though hesitant, she finally gave a slow nod. I knew this little girl liked the idea—through my [Eye of Desire], I could see her hidden masochistic fetish. Pain would only stoke her arousal.

As her hands moved to take off her entire uniform, I stopped her. “Wait.”

“Brother?” she asked, confused.

My eyes scanned her body, still clad in the neat, cute uniform of Nine Stars Academy. The contrast with the depraved act I was about to perform was incredibly tempting.

But I had another purpose—I wanted this to be a lesson for Gwenneth and Delilah. I wanted them to witness, in clear detail, how their precious daughter and sister was being defiled.

“Just take off your skirt and panties. Keep the rest of your uniform on.”

A spark of understanding lit Angeline’s face as she obediently removed her school skirt and damp panties. Now, she stood in her blazer, blouse, tie, and stockings—her lower half completely exposed, revealing her glistening pussy and the bunny-tailed plug.

My gaze then fell upon Delilah, who was still lying limp. I activated [Eye of Desire], and her status materialized before me:

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{SEX SLAVE}

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NAME: Delilah Socheron

AGE: 41

CLASS: Star Witch

RANK: SSS

DOMINANCE: 100%

SEXUAL AROUSAL: 47%

VAGINA VIRGINITY: No

ANAL VIRGINITY: Yes

WEAK POINTS: Breast, Vagina

FETISH: Stepcest

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A satisfied smile touched my lips. Whether it was her new status as a full sex slave or the result of my constant, targeted stimulation, her resistance had crumbled. The previously empty slots for Weak Points and Fetish were now filled—proof that I could shape her will through repetition and mental breaking.

It did make me curious, though. Why hadn’t she developed a masochism fetish after all my rough treatment? Perhaps it required more time, or maybe that particular inclination simply wasn’t in her nature. Something to ponder later.

“Wake up, Mom,” I said, patting her cheek.

Delilah’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze initially vacant before focusing on me. “Adam…?”

“I want you to watch. See how I treat your sweet little angel,” I commanded.

She groaned weakly, pushing herself up with effort, her massive breasts swaying with the movement. When her eyes landed on Angeline, a flicker of surprise crossed her face.

“Mom…?” Angeline murmured, disbelief coloring her tone. “Your breasts… they weren’t like that this morning…”

She was right. Delilah’s breasts were now monstrously larger and fuller, her nipples and areolas enlarged and swollen from the lactation potion. Angeline stared with a mixture of wonder, horror, and a flicker of unmistakable envy.

“Mom… your breasts…” Angeline whispered in awe. “They’ve become… so huge. Am I… am I really your daughter? I’ll never have breasts like that…”

Delilah looked away, embarrassed, but before she could form a reply, Angeline turned her teary eyes to me.

“Brother… is that why?” her voice quivered. “Is that why you didn’t want me to take off my uniform? Because… because my breasts are small and you’re not interested in them?”

Her question caught me off guard.

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