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"Hey, little bro, wake up," rang a sweet voice, softly insisting something onto this. Morgan's ears took in the words, and took in the sound of slurping. Messy, overbearing sounds that made him groan and twist his way into slowly waking up. His thoughts caught up to what was happening, his thoughts realizing what was happening, and bringing on the burning awareness and interest that hit him slowly.
"Morning, Morgana," he said, the pre-teen opening his eyes slowly to see his eighteen year old sister buried face-first into his heavy, swollen balls, while his huge, half-flaccid cock rested across her face in a way she must have put it before waking him up.
Morgana stared happily at her little brother from behind his cock, slurping happily on his nuts and letting him feel the adoration and the persistent love of what she was after. "Dad's already gone," she moaned, letting the sounds she made on his balls ring out in wilder, sloppier expressions of something truly detached from reason, senseless and hungry, driven only by desire. "And I wanted to come wake you up. I love my little bro. I hope your balls and your bladder are nice and full for me."
"There's only one way to find out. Get your throat squeezed around my cock and you'll see for yourself." Morgan confidently slung his dirty talk around, snapping right into awareness and ready to give himself in to the pleasure upon him.
Morgana couldn't argue with something like that, and dove happily down to suck her brother’s meaty cock into her throat. There was no time to waste, no reason for hesitation. Morgana pushed down to appreciate every inch of her little brother as her mouth opened wide to accept him down, the burning, forward passion that came on so strong and so wicked. Sloppiness consumed her, an early morning wake-up driven by a lust to let her little brother have her mouth. She'd woken up craving his cock, and didn't hesitate to move right on to getting her hands on it.
"I love having a big sister slut," he said, tucking his hands behind his head and watching her voluntarily gag her way down his cock, not needing any input or insistence to help her along. She was just direct, going down and pushing along his shaft regardless, embracing the wicked pressure and insistence that he was happy to appreciate utterly, the pleasure potent and fierce, guiding him only to want to accept this without a shred of care or control now. "Keep sucking it down if you really love me, Morgana. You know mom will do it better if you don't."
The comment sparked something fierce inside Morgana, who shoved herself down deeper, rubbing her nose into the untamed, overgrown pubes of her twelve year-old brother. Somehow, Morgan had already gone through an intense puberty, but only between his legs. Still boyish and short with a cute face, but gifted with a monstrous cock, potent balls, and an overgrown tangle of white pubes that she jammed her nose into, letting the untamed pressure behind it all compel her to want more and more of this all. It was that huge growth that had pulled Morgana in to be such a nasty whore for her little bother, not sure why she was ever going to want another boy when Morgan slept one room over and had so much more cock than anyone else she knew.
All of the messy noises that Morgana made continued to flaunt just how much she loved his cock, how ready she was to praise every inch of it and gag him down, lost to burning excitement and a persistence too ecstatic to be able to resist now. Every motion of Morgana's head swept up and down with hopeless, shivering insistence, the burn of pure passion she didn't want to hold back from, and she knew her brother's dick was the deserving recipient of everything she could muster, burning through this heat and all the sloppy lusts that came with it. She had no choice but to lose herself to this, deepthroating him with a hopeless need to give in to these lusts, a passion throbbing across her body harder as she expressed just how ready she was to give in to all of it, and nothing could hold her back.
"So fucking good." Morgan wanted to grab her head and facefuck her, but he held back, allowing her to keep praising his cock with her messy adorations. Morgana did her work so well, and Morgan was still trying to wake up, still coming around to everything that he wanted to embrace. Everything about her steady, sloppy attentions felt like just the pleasure he needed, and he was happy to let these desires carry him further on. He needed to see where this went. His morning was starting off great, just the kind of pleasure he couldn't have asked for better than. With his body relaxed back and all sense melting slowly out of him, he appreciated his sister's reckless motions and just how eager she was to give him this pleasure.
Morgan was close, groaning out louder, twisting fitfully while his huge cock throbbed in his sister's throat. Her was so happy to appreciate this deep, sloppy sucking, the pleasure that made him want to see this all play out hotter and harder. He wanted it, but the chance to lie back and let this happen so slowly and sloppily was all the better. "Getting close," he groaned, his head relaxed back and his body aching for the pleasure hitting her. "Keep fucking sucking. You're such a good slut. Remember that no boy has a cock as big as mine, so you should stay with me and be my slut instead."
Emphatically in agreement with that, Morgana kept sucking, head working faster along in pursuit of his pleasure as messy as she could make it. All until finally, he blew his load down her throat, his cock gushing with hot spurts of molten spunk that splashed down her throat, left her thrilled and shivering in wild, fiery delight. A fierce sort of hopelessness washed over Morgana ash is massive, pent-up load filled her up. Morgan never stopped cumming, but his first load of the day was always the most intense, a facet of the downtime he spent not cumming during his sleep.
And Morgana got to drink it all down! Shamelessly, she guzzled her pre-teen brother's load, so happy with his freakish, inexplicable growth spurt and all the pleasure she got from it. As she pulled up from his cock, she let loose a wild gasp of, "I want it inside me now, and I want you to piss in me before I ride you."
Morgan smiled even wider. "I won't even have to get out of bed today," he teased, watching his sister climb up his body and shift into position. She climbed up into his lap and sank herself down onto his cock, prepared to settle down into the pleasure of pushing along his shaft. She sank down to take him in, moaning in wild, excited, gleeful want. Her body was so ready to take him down. Down deep. He filled her up so much, her spine arching back and moans ringing out brightly.
"Piss in me now, little bro," she moaned. "Piss in your nasty big sis. That full bladder must be ready to burst, and I want it to run out of me and all over your bed."
Morgan was happy to do exactly that, relaxing back and letting out confident groans as he let loose his bladder into his sister's pussy. "So good," he groaned, letting loose the gush of molten piss right into her, filling her up deep and letting the pleasure wash over him. He let loose all the pleasure and the want that hit him. He looked down at his girthy cock stuffed into her pussy, the tangle of their white pubes mingled together as he let loose his piss into her hairy pussy.
It took a moment for the piss to start dripping out of her again, washing her inner walls out and running out of her, leaking out to offer up a chance to view his own piss running out of her. He writhed happily on the bed while relieving himself and all the pressure in his bladder right into his sister's hole. It was a direct frontier of pleasure, precisely the sort of lust that he wanted to lose himself to, giving in to this and letting the warmth compel him slowly into relief and passion. His gushing cock fired off his piss, which ran down out of her, onto him, and onto the bed, staining his sheets. He didn't care. He was used to it. He savoured it. His piss and his cum just made a mess everywhere, and Morgan aggressively did not care where he was going or what he was doing.
The pee kept filling Morgana up, her pussy flushed out and the shivering excitement she continued to give in to, the deeper shivers of a passion burning right through her. There was nothing but pleasure to be felt in being a urinal for her little bro, something that Morgana was sure she absolutely should not have enjoyed this much, but which became everything to her as she shook through all of it. She accepted the flood, moaning loudly and embracing the lust upon her, shivering atop the lap of her own brother.
Morgana couldn't hold herself still long enough to even let him finish pissing. Her hips wound up and got to work at heaving madly about, bouncing atop his cock with burning excitement, the pleasures she wanted to give in to fully. Wild bounces atop Morgan's dick offered her a chance to fuck her frustrations out, the pleasures she was prepared to succumb to. "I need it," she whined. "Such a weak slut sister. I love your cock, little bro."
"I love your pussy too, big sis," Morgan said, grabbing her hips but lazily letting her do the work at riding his cock. He didn't feel the need to act on this or throw himself forward, a pleasure that he was ready to give in to, the burning heat of pure satisfaction now. There was a pleasure to all of this that he was ready to give in to. She was so busy riding his cock, and all he had to do was give in to this, riding out the pleasure and letting these burning passion get to him. Relaxed confidently back against this lust and giving in to all this wild lust, he felt the pleasure take him, felt prepared to roll with whatever this was.
Up and down Morgana moved with the burning insistence and chaos of a pleasure she wanted to give in to fully, the hotter passions that she needed more of. The chance to give up to these lusts brought on pleasure beyond reason, something to continue riding out harder and wilder. Lust tore steadily across her body, a chance to fuck herself dumb on top of his cock and ride out every passion awaiting inside of her. Morgana knew what she wanted, and knew how to lose herself to this, the throbbing passions and fires she needed to accept fully. It was pleasure in its absolute wildest state, something that burned across her, kept her ready to lose control.
Being a brother fucker brought zero hesitation or shame to Morgana. She wanted to just ride his lap harder, proudly indulging in his cock and in the sheer joy taking her, the sweep of passion and fire that didn't feel eve the least bit sane now. There was only pleasure here, a maddening fever and ferocity to accept, with every bounce of her body making her plump breasts bounce about wildly. She knew he liked it that way, of course, and made sure she didn't do anything to interfere with their motion or block them. Morgana wanted to flaunt her desire and the relentless joy that she needed more and more of, embracing the pleasure in full, finding it impossible to hold back.
"Did you wake up craving my cock, or did you have another dream about me while you were asleep?" Morgan was getting smugger, shameless and gleeful, letting the pleasures continue to compel him hotter along. There was a wild lust here to have to embrace, and he made the most of it, reveling in the chaos and in the wild pleasure he wanted more of. There was a beautifully ruthless passion to this mess, pleasure he wanted to give in to deeper. This was pleasure in its most perfect form, the wicked lust and the fire that he wanted to give completely in to.
"I had another dream," confessed Morgana. "I dreamt about me and mom being in her office and being your sluts, and then I woke up, and remembered we're doing that today. But with Tharja, right?'
"With Tharja!" Morgan reached forward to finally take charge, smacking his sister's ass. "Ride faster. Yes, I'm going to make all three of you into my sluts after I go pick her up and bring her over, because I'm the fucking best. Say it."
"You're the fucking best!" Morgana's voice writhed wilder, the sloppier, hazier passion of giving in to all this passion, pleasure that didn't make a shred of sense now, something devoted and fierce. Her body shook with throbbing, shivering delight, the orgasm sweeping up through her body and making her give up to these lusts, the fullest burn of pure spectacle and ecstasy now. Fierce, fiery desire made her lose her mind, and she gave in to this all, her cunt squeezing down around her brother's cock and begging him to give her what she wanted. It was everything to her now, shuddering bliss and fever and pure joy.
Morgan filled her up, groaning in the joy of giving in to this just as hard, pleasure burning across him and bringing him the satisfaction he craved just as hard. He bucked about, smacking and groping her ass some more, giving in to these wicked lusts, a pleasure writhing through his body and keeping up pleasure and heat. It was incredible, the burn of pure satisfaction and fever and fire. Morgana's orgasm was wild and sloppy, the frenzied chaos she gave in to completely, fully committing herself to every second of lust as she slid into ecstasy and into ruin. Morgana relished in the lust behind all of this, letting him Fill her to the brim and savouring the fullness and warmth behind it.
I wanted you to pee before you creampied me, because I still want you to get me pregnant," Morgana purred. "You should go see mom now, she's probably making breakfast."
"Yeah, I should. Thanks, sis." Morgan pulled out of his sister, smacked her ass again, and wandered off to the kitchen, while a slightly sleepy Morgana flopped face-down into her brother's piss-damp bed and snoozed back off.
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It was a time of peace, which left the king's tactician without much to do with her time, and in turn, that left Robin able to stick around at home. She had books to tend to and maps to draw out, pitches for strategic rotations to prepare, but all that could be done at home in her office. Which also meant she could tend to breakfast and feed her family. With her husband gone and her pre-teen son at the table, Robin was hard at work on preparing him some food.
Morgan, in turn, was hard at work beating off his cock.
He didn't bother to hide it, sitting in a chair pulled out from the table while his hand jerked off his huge dick. "Hey mom, lean forward a bit more, you have a really great ass and I want to see more of it." He was just shameless about beating off, about indulging in the pleasure and the fire of what he wanted. He was unashamed of these lusts, letting his hand slide along his cock and not caring what he said.
Especially when his mother listened.
Robin finished putting his food on the plate, but she was happy to stick her ass out and draw out her arrival a little bit, wiggling her hips and flaunting the joy of letting him objectify her shapely rear. She loved having his attention, even able to hear the dull thud of his hand smacking down against his lap from the too-hard, too-fast strokes along the base of his dick. Morgan wasn't subtle about any of this, the pleasures much too indulgent and much too reckless. he wanted to be the center of all attention, drawing the focus n with the overbearing and over the top delights he stroked his cock with.
When Robin did finally turn around, it was to the sight of him sitting there with his huge cock in hand, absolutely careless about what he was doing. "Hey, come over here and lick my ass, mom," he said. “I’m already horny after pumping a load in Morgana. You look so good."
Robin offered a smile, walking up to ward her son and dropping hastily to a squat in front of him after putting his food down onto the table. "You can eat while I suck your huge cock," she said. Robin didn't mind rimming her son in the least, taking his cock in hand and slapping it against her face briefly before lifting it up and shoving her face instead into his ass, burying her face in tight. Her tongue slithered around his rim, running her sloppy, reckless circles while her hand jerked along his shaft with long, appreciative strokes, the pleasure that she knew she could give him, knew that she could make the most of. Every pump along his shaft was something to appreciate as she sank in to the throes of this desire and let him have what he deserved.
"Yeah, that's perfect. I love you mom, you're such a nasty slut." Morgan didn’t hesitate, getting right to eating while his mom slurped on his ass hole, showing off her completely unrepentant desire to please him. Robin was just as hopeless as Morgana was when it came to Morgan's dick, and he was happy to appreciate that, relaxed back and letting the pleasures push sloppier on against him, something reckless and overbearing, pleasures too indulgent to seem sensible. He just had to relax back and let this happen, taking his time with the slow appreciation of this heat, of a moment that made him feel great about these desires. No shame, no hesitation, just pleasure.
Circling her tongue around his rim, Robin reveled in how much of a whore she was for her own son. Happily married but having gone cold with her husband because their son's huge dick was simply too good not to cheat with. Her tongue slithered around his rim without a care for his age or for the utter wrongness surging across her, pleasures and fires she was able to keep indulging in. His pleasure was all she cared about, and the burning, forward push that came from indulging in this all felt like the only way to deal with all of this. If he wanted his ass eaten, he'd get his ass eaten. Robin was a good mother and ready to do anything to tend to these desires.
Delving in to the hungrier, fiercer depths of pure surrender, Robin stroked faster along his cock. The sounds of her messy make-out session with his ass hole were met with the sounds of a fork scraping along a plate as Morgan ate his way through the situation, recklessly indulging in the joy of just chowing down on everything he wanted to get. There was a sharp contrast in the effort ether of them put into this moment, but that was simply part of the process, part of how good a mother Robin was for him. She was ready to deliver, ready to serve, ready to do anything to make him feel good and to throw herself into this thrill of pure insanity.
And all Morgan had to do was eat, groan, and stay hard, sitting slumped in the chair while she gave his cock everything she could muster and let the wild delight of this moment spiral out of sense. He was getting it all, eating his breakfast and enjoying these attentions while pleasure indulged in these hotter and sloppier joys, a lust that didn't leave anything in question. He just appreciated the wild lust, the pleasure that felt like everything he could have wanted, and Robin made sure he was able to love all of it, sliding into this with the confidence and the certainty that this was the only thing he needed.
Morgan felt himself inching closer, his cock pulsating with need under these lusts, the pleasure and attention bringing him closer to what he craved while his mom slurped on his ass hole harder. Her tongue jammed up into him, and her strokes worked even faster, throwing everything resembling sense away. Robin threw herself into a simplistic sort of joy, knowing that the pleasure she could find in simply pleasing him, tending to Morgan with the certainty that her pleasure would soon follow if only she got him off.
With an eager groan, Morgan let loose his load all over the table and down onto his mother, cumming all over her, but with some of his cum ropes having the force to splatter up higher. "So good, yes! Fuck. Your tongue's amazing, mom. Morgana can’t eat my ass like you can." He was happy to give in to it, to make the gooey mess he craved and to surrender himself to the relief and euphoria of this heat. It was only the start, though. It was only the beginning of the things he craved as he sank back in the seat, before rising up. "I gotta pee."
"You can do it anywhere you want, dear," Robin purred, rising up and kissing along his neck. "I'll hold it for you." Her hand gently grasped her son's fat cock, gripping it firmly and pointing it straight, which happened to be toward the table. "Is this where you need it, sweetie?"
"Yeah, I wanna piss on the table."
"Do it." Robin happily tilted his cock upward to help him project a little bit as, like the reckless, unstoppable boy stud he was, Morgan got to fuck and pee wherever he wanted. He was in control, and Robin had grown to love her son's habit for just pissing anywhere he pleased, even all over their furniture. He had to pee lots, too; maybe it was related to his hyper-puberty somehow, but he peed so much more than normal. The doctors said he was fine and everything seemed healthy, so it was just for the enjoyment of the women hooked on his cock that he got to pee on them and in them so much.
Hot piss gushed from the tip of Morgan's cock, his hips urged forward and his bladder draining all over the kitchen table, thudding down against the wooden top with a deep sound, splattering and dripping off in all directions. "I love peeing when you hold my cock, mom," Morgan said, reaching back and shamelessly pawing her ass while he enjoyed her touch. The pleasure and the desire of these hungers kept him wanting to give up to all of this, the persistence and heat of a chaos and a passion he was ready to give in to deeper. There was a beautifully wicked, lustful fire to this situation that he just had to embrace fully.
It was the most potent way to get them worked up, watching his piss land onto the tabletop and pool on it, the puddle inching toward the edge of the table. They watched excitedly both moaning as the first drips of it fell off the edge and onto the floor. They didn't care. Morgan pissed on the floor, on the furniture, on his mom and sister, in their holes.... He liked it, and after being filled with cum and piss a few times, both Morgana and Robin agreed they liked it too, cooperating along with everything he let loose.
The hot stream tapered off, and like a good cock-holding mother, Robin gave him a shake to get out the final droplets of it, kissing up her son's neck again and purring, "How do you want to have sex with me now, dear? I'm so wet after eating your ass and seeing you pee."
"Can I full nelson you now?"
"Of course you can," Robin said, standing up ad starting to strip out of her clothes. "You can do anything you want to me, with a cock like that. You always can." She didn't mind being a lust for her son. It felt too good to care. Maybe it was the way she'd simply woken up one day with no memory of how she was before, but Robin didn't have the most fully formed moral compass, something that she'd maybe let influence how she raised her son and daughter, which led to them so readily falling into the incestuous three-way behind her husband's back.
With his mom stripped bare, Morgan pulled her in, finding the strength to fold her in half in his arms and drag her into his lap. He pulled her I, used to wrangling her body and her weight around into the positions he wanted, before he slammed her down onto his cock, sinking right into her with the burning excitement and dizzy fire of wanting to let himself go. He didn't hesitate, pulling her onto his cock and bouncing her atop his lap while keeping his hands locked behind her neck.
"Your father could never!" gasped Robin, who revelled in the thrill of cheating, in the heat and the chaos of just being taken to the limit and dominated so fucking hard. She took the bounce up and down on her son's lap in stride, moaning in ready surrender, accepting just how intensely Morgan could throw himself in to all of this and embracing the sheer chaos that he offered her. It was a wrongness and a fever she reveled in, knowing that the pleasure was the key to something greater, that each second of passing, throbbing hunger carried her deeper and deeper down. she knew nothing but joy in this, the bliss radiating across her body and keeping her ready to melt for him.
Finally, it was time for Morgan to be more active in the sex he was having, three orgasms deep into his day. He took to directly, wildly using his mother, slamming into her cunt with a greedy excitement surging across him, the passion and the frenzy of wanting to fuck her deep and harsh, reckless in his desire to use her pussy as hard as he could. The pleasure was outrageous, forceful, driven by fire and chaos that didn't let up. Morgan wanted to dominate, and he threw himself recklessly into pursuing that, letting every drop he let out express the desperation that carried him to want more.
"You're so fucking good," gasped Robin, who happily shook and wriggled through being bounced on his cock, every moan she let out a bold, confident sweep of passion and desperation. Her body shook hopelessly, and she let the throbbing praise ring out brighter and wilder, the heat burning across her body without any desire to slow her down. She needed this, and she was hopelessly unafraid of the intoxicating pleasures her son's cock could give her.
"I love fucking you, mom. You taught me so much. You're why I know how to make women go dumb with my cock. I love it so much, and I'm so proud I can pay you back by fucking you whenever I want to!" Morgan was reckless, indulgent, letting pleasures compel him to lose all control. Recklessly out of control and throwing himself into this lust, he proved just how intent he was on making his mom lose her mind, on pushing her to slowly sink into burning heat, into the haze and the bliss of a delirium that she was powerless to resist once she got rolling.
"Keep going, keep going. Your father doesn't fuck me like this! I don't know where you got a cock this big at your age, but it wasn't from him!" Her voice rose higher and Hotter, and she expressed only the sloppy plunge into haze and delirium that rocked hotter through her body. Robin savoured every second of it, taken to the limit by her son's huge dick and by the joy of simply letting herself crumble under his touch. He was so strong, so reckless, and his aggressive indulgences made her feel like she was truly on the verge of something beautiful now. The pleasure continued to rip across her, continued to compel Robin to want to give in to these pleasures, utterly drunk on the indulgence and the fever and the wicked bliss of wanting to give up to it. She wanted it so badly, needing to embrace these desires and needing to push herself to new heights of surrender.
Every time he got to pump a load right into his mother's womb, Morgan felt a surge of pride. He was in tight control, relishing in the passion of just giving himself in to all of this, letting the moment built out of control as he slammed upward and gave himself to this mess, embracing it with unhesitating fever. His erupting cock gushed deep into her, filling er to the brim and embracing the wicked satisfaction of everything he loved most, the burn of pure lust that he was absolutely shameless about giving in to.
But as they bounced so hard on the chair, Robin's orgasmic wails served to hide the sounds of the chair yielding, as the wild, hard sex and all the bouncing of their combined bodies on the chair led to a leg breaking and them taking a tumble to the floor. They didn't hesitate to laugh around it as they fell, nobody meaningfully banged up by the fall that saw Robin pinned to the ground by her own son. But that only left her moaning, and as he began to fuck her down onto the floor next, it just felt like the only reasonable way to continue appreciating all these lusts.
"You can wait before getting Tharja," Robin moaned. "Mommy needs her little boy's fat cock for a while longer."
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Morgan dropped the glass of wine into Tharja's cleavage while the dark mage held her plump breasts together tightly. "Good, just like that. Now lean in and drink it up, dear." She had no qualms about giving a child wine. It helped her tremendously in feeling the want washing over her, waves of passion and hunger that Morgan threw himself hastily in to, diving forward to give up to all these passions, There was a burning, maddening excitement that just had to be given in to here, and Morgan was prepared to ride it out harder, to throw himself right into the pleasure and abandon any semblance of hesitation.
The sting of alcohol wasn't something that Morgan had learned how to overcome yet, even as Tharja continued to ply him with alcohol. But he did it. He sucked it out of the witch's pale cleavage, red wine pooled up there for him to give in to fully, the hotter passions that he wanted more and more of with these lusts. There was a beautifully reckless, fierce joy to this situation that Morgan wanted to give in to fully, committing himself to these lusts and embracing the weirder fire he was able to give in to now.
"What's a witch to do with her day but ply her pre-teen stud with alcohol before riding his cock all day?" Tharja purred. Her body shivered through pleasures indulgences much too fierce for her to contain herself. She wanted to give in to these desires, a burning lust fully throbbing across her body. "Are you able to taste it better, or does it still only sting?"
"It just stings, but I don't mind," Morgan spread her tits apart and licked up the drips of wine lingering on her chest before getting his lips around one of her nipples, sucking shamelessly on them while he pulled her in toward him, grabbing her body tighter, embracing the wicked excitement and the fire of what he wanted more of. He liked feeling a little tipsy while fucking his hot older crush.
Fucking his mom and his sister just sort of happened. They were pretty. He loved them, he thought they were gorgeous. But Tharja was the woman he grew up with a precocious crush on. The sultry, gorgeous, stacked mage, with her dark charms and a certain obsession with the fell dragon's bloodline. Parting her legs for Robin’s underaged son wasn't ever something she feared doing, a pleasure she embraced quickly, and which led to a state of pure fascination when she laid her eyes on the sheer size of his remarkable cock, a shaft deserving of her endless attention. Yes, she was married. No, she didn't care.
"One day, my daughter will be your whore, too," promised Tharja, running her fingers through his hair while pushing him in to suck on her nipples and appreciate the joys and passions that he could give her. The pleasure was hopeless, wicked, shuddering across her body with outrageous fever and a burn of wicked delight too lustful to resist. "But today, it's only me, sharing you with your mother and sister. More of you for me." She writhed against him, savouring the way he sucked on her nipples, savouring the burn of pure satisfaction shuddering across her, the pleasure and the want that made everything feel perfect now.
For now, Morgan really just cared about Tharja. About fucking Tharja. About the present. He pulled her against him, groaning in shuddering fire and a passion that felt truly wicked, the lust and the want and the sheer joy of what he needed to embrace. Pulling her onto his lap while he sat on the couch, Morgan wanted to get right to work. "Take my cock out on and ride it," he said, appreciating her gorgeous chest and all the wicked desires tearing through him, pleasures he just had to accept and surrender to. Morgan felt like he had it all right now.
Tharja moaned and adored him, reaching into his clothes and gently coaxing out his cock, pulling it out and guiding him to give her what she craved, pulling at his clothes and getting her hands onto what she wanted moist, which was to reveal his aching dick and grasp it tightly, moaning through the shiver of want and of fire that crept across her now. There was a wicked insistence to these lusts that didn't feel real. Senseless, throbbing ecstasy kept up pleasures too wicked and reckless to believe, the burning excitement of just having to let go, embracing sloppier indulgence and a throbbing hunger that kept up its wildest and maddest of excitements.
Sinking herself down onto his cock and letting her desires carry her on wilder, Tharja took great delight in pushing down his shaft, moaning in wild appreciation through these fires, a hunger and a fever that she was able to sink in to, the deeper excitement and desire too dizzy to be able to resist. The burning insistence and the throbbing chaos that came with this kept fed something potent and dizzy, the demanding heat and fire of frenzied indulgence now.
"Perfect," gasped Tharja, her hips starting to move wildly atop his lap, embracing these lusts while shoving her ample tits into his face, giving up to these passions harder, embracing pleasure in its absolute maddest form. She wanted only to give in to these feelings, the passion and the fire and the sheer joy of allowing herself to surrender. Complete acceptance and the shiver of obsession brought Tharja what she needed, and all sense happily melted away as she let these compelling joys take her. "Your cock is perfect. Your cock is perfect! A twelve year old with the most perfect cock. The perfect lover for a woman like me." She was hopeless, reckless, letting the passion compel her to fall completely to pieces. She needed to embrace these joys, needed to accept how hard she was able to give up now.
Morgan sucked on her tits while smacking her ass and feeling up every inch of her luscious body, giving himself up to the deepest insistence and chaos of pure bliss now. Passion and fever carried her to the senseless heights she needed, joyful and reckless in how she bounced atop his cock, writhing in beautifully hopeless joy, burning without sense through these ideas, a pleasure too wicked and passionate to be able to resist. He loved everything about his mature lover, happy to be the stud she cheated on her husband with, throwing herself onto his cock with same vigor and fever that his mother did. It was an amazing pleasure, a beautifully senseless lust to give in to completely.
Their bodies got into a good rhythm, with Morgan's hands and lips appreciating her curves while Tharja threw some momentum behind those curves, indulging in the drunk and dizzy thrill of letting herself fall to piece, giving in to the outrageous heat and the hunger that kept her needing more and more. Every push down filled Tharja up with his cock, and she squeezed hopelessly down around his big shaft, letting her body ache for this drunken indulgence, for the insistent chaos and fire of letting herself fall to pieces. It was too perfect to resist and so sloppy that she felt like there was no need left to worry about control or restraint.
"I love your body so much," Morgan groaned. His greedy, handsy indulgence of it kept him feeling better, kept him craving the rawness of pleasure and fever he could fully give in to, surrendering to these lusts and finding it impossible to think about anything else. "You're mine. You're all mine!"
"I'm all yours!" Tharja writhed through this maddening bliss with unrepentant joy, the feverish fire that she needed more and more of, embracing the satisfaction that came with this, pleasures she was able to surrender to, burning ever wilder under this need and this frenzy. She needed to embrace the moment, to indulge in the throbbing panic she was ready to give in to deeper. This was incredible, thrilling her down to her core, keeping her in a state of obsessive fire and frenzy. She didn't hold any shame in it. "I'll cheat with you every day until you're old enough for me to marry. I'll leave my husband for you!"
Morgan couldn't help but smile brighter, stuffing his face into her cleavage, sucking on these perfect breasts and allowing himself to fall in to the deeper, obsessive frenzy of what he wanted more of. Pleasure continued to demand that he embrace these desires, the heats that kept him needing to surrender in full. The pleasure kept him hungry, ravenous pushing with reckless delight in to the burning desire and insistence he was able to find deeper appreciation of.
Cumming raw inside of Tharja was one of the best feelings in the world, something he gave in to hotter, appreciating the wicked joy of fierce indulgence and pressures truly beyond sense. He gave in to these pleasures, keeping up the excitement of giving in to all this throbbing heat, a spectacular want to keep giving up to. He pulled both her tits in to fumble both nipples into his mouth at once, giving in to these wild lusts, a dizzy burn of pleasure and fire he wanted more and more of, the deeper chaos of giving in to these pure thrills now, a pleasure he could embrace utterly. He gave in to this all, groaning, twisting, embracing the wicked satisfaction and knowing there was something much more intense here.
Lifting up off of his dick, Tharja pulled her tits from his mouth and got them around his cock instead, moving hastily toward the pleasure and bringing on wicked desire, the burn of passion and thrilling fire she wanted to embrace ever deeper. "I need more," she moaned, working her breasts up and down his cock, hastily transitioning right into a titfuck without any thought for what she was doing and how hopelessly lit up with hunger and fever she was. "Before I have to go share you with other women. I need this cock all to myself!"
The huge dick stuck out of Tharja's cleavage high enough for her to be able to push her head down and suck him into her mouth, moaning and slurping around his meaty prick, giving in to the pleasures compelling her deeper into lust and into frenzy. She was unstoppable, letting the pleasure wash over her body and finding it impossible to resist these wants. Up and down she moved, heaving through the immediate storm of passion that washed over her.
Tharja committed herself with every motion to his pleasure and to being a good slut for him. She wanted this so badly, and nothing was going to keep her from the decadence and the fire of what she craved most, embracing the lust and embracing the idea that with every motion of her breasts she was giving him deeper pleasure, bringing with it the pleasure that he needed to lose himself to. "Your cock is the best," she moaned amid sucking on his head, loving that he had so much more dick than she could properly tend to with her breasts. She was awash in pride and committed to only to his satisfaction.
"It is, so keep giving it all the love you have," Morgan shot back, not so modest, but certainly brimming with the intoxicating joys of being here, being caught in the passion and the bliss of giving up so hard to all of this. He didn't care about controlling himself or pacing his thoughts, simply allowing the moment to compel him down deeper. "Your tits feel so good." He twisted around under the burning lust that kept him wanting more, kept him needing it. There was pleasure and heat that continued to compel him down lower, the throbbing indulgence and passion of what he wanted more of, a continued surrender to give in to deeper.
"They're all yours," Tharja purred, a shiver of passion and heat rushing across her, pleasures she was ready to embrace deeper, allowing pleasure to continue compelling her to all of these delights. She wanted to embrace the want and the fire she was ready to give in to deeper now, the pleasures she wanted to embrace fully. "Yours to play with as you please. To suck on. To fuck. To piss on, if you wanted to." Her smile gleamed, a bright and wild need heating her up under the pleasures she was ready to give in to.
"Make me cum and I'll do it," he promised, and watched as Tharja took a wilder pace up in all of this, the burning wants and the fever to keep giving in to. There was a beautiful, deranged heat to this mess that Morgan knew worked every time. Tharja was just as horny and desperate for him and anything he gave her as his mom and sister, and he was able to indulge in all these wicked fires he could embrace fully, pleasure to keep pursuing. The pleasure was outrageous, maddening, so forward and demanding that all she could do was give in to these deeper spectacles.
"You're unstoppable," she moaned. 'How many times did you fuck your mom before coming over here?" she asked.
"Three times," he groaned, "Plus one rimjob, and one blowjob. Plus Morgana. Four loads for her."
"And you're still so hard. Fuck, You're special. No other man can do what you can." moaning hotter through the writhing lust and desire upon her, she wanted to give in to deeper passions, the throbbing desire she was ready to embrace utterly. Tharja was happy to be obsessed, so far gone with her fixation of Robin's son that her focus had sipped off the tactician entirely, leaving her consumed by her pre-teen boy instead. She was ready to be his, to serve, to be his slut. The pleasure was all she could think about, all she needed, and she was prepared to embrace all of this with inexhaustible bliss.
Morgan didn't hesitate, giving in to the pleasure of letting loose hot spurts of gooey cum across her face. There was nothing like it, the writhe of burning excitement for the eager tactician in training, who happily made a mess of her body and embraced the wild desire of what he wanted more of. No hesitation, no calm. Just pure, gooey excitement on his part as he groaned his way through the relief only her perfect tits could provide. Morgan savoured every second of it, twisting through this decadence and fire a moment longer, letting his cum linger on her face and her chest as he relaxed back.
Tharja kept her breasts wrapped around his cock, her eyes gleaming up toward him in anticipation of what felt like it was next to come. "Now piss on me, please," she moaned, letting her voice rumble in dizzy desire, in the burn and the fire of an ache she knew could drive her mad. Tharja was unafraid of her slide into utter decadence now, the pleasure as bright and brilliant and sinful as any she could have imagined.
How could Morgan resist? With an eager groan, his cock began to erupt with a hot, golden stream that splattered onto her cum-streaked face. The ropes of jizz he'd just made a mess of her with, he now washed off with a steady stream of hot piss that splashed against her and dripped down into her clothes and onto the floor. It was just what Tharja needed, her eyes rolling back and all sense of reason and decency leaving her as she gave in to the passion, in to the desire and hunger of letting go. The hot splash of piss all over her made Tharja feel incredible, the shivering lust unraveling her thoughts and keeping her a needy wreck ready only to give in to indulgence she couldn't ignore.
Tharja happily let him wash her with his piss, embracing the shivering passion, her to want to embrace deeper lust. She let the warm waste run off of her, let it linger on her floor and on her couch, making the exact sort of mess of it that Tharja had come to live as one of his sluts. She craved anything she could get from this mess, and that included the utter joy of letting go.
Morgan watched her take his piss, the dark mage looking so beautiful and gleefully submissive, so detached from sense that all Morgan could do was drain his bladder on her. He savoured the sight of it and let every drop continue on hotter, until finally his stream fell off, lingering dribbles of piss that ran off of her breasts and onto the couch.
"Your mother and sister can wait a little longer, can't they?" Tharja purred. "I love our time alone."
Morgan knew that the walk with Tharja back home was going to be longer than he wanted to go without cumming right now. So he shrugged, he smiled, and he rolled her over to mating press her a while longer.
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Down on their knees and joined together, Tharja, Morgana, and Robin were set beside one another in front of Morgan, staring at him happily with their clothes all tossed across the room without a care for anything but the burning excitement of seeing Morgan's cock pointed at their faces. It was just past lunch, and he had all afternoon with all three of these gorgeous women now, with their round tits, perky asses, pretty faces, and hairy pussies. Just what he wanted, as he let loose to start off with an eruption of piss, of course.
The hot golden shower raining down on all three women provoked wild moans, the burn and the bliss of giving themselves happily up to all of this ecstasy right away, indulging in madder delight and a passion that didn’t require anything but the chance to give in to their hungers. Stripped bare, they let the piss fall of them and onto the floor while he targeted their breasts, their arms, their pussies... Just generally swayed his monster cock around to make a mess of them every which way.
This was what the girls wanted, what fuelled them. They moaned for him, singing their praises over one another, voices clashing together with clumsy appreciation above all else for Morgan in full.
"Your piss is so hot today," Morgana moaned.
"My son is such a stud," Robin said.
"I'm your slut," promised Tharja.
It was a confidence boost like nothing in the world. This horny pre-teen got to marvel at three gorgeous women who were single-mindedly fixated only on him. The only man for them was a twelve year old with a huge cock, and they were shameless about considering anything else. It was an incredible desire, the pleasures and the wants that kept coming on stronger, fierce and ferocious in the chaos and the fire of what felt truly beautiful now. Morgan held so much power in his hands, held the awe and the adoration of all three women utterly, and all he had to do was keep unloading his bladder on them and appreciating how far he'd come.
He swayed his cock around and indulged in the pleasure of pure excitement, the indulgence and the lust that felt so warm and so sloppy. He made sure all three of them got a good amount of it and that his mother's office floor had some nice puddles building. It was an overbearing, dramatic show of unhesitating dominance, the kind of filth that Morgan had to admit made him feel amazing as he stood over them, happy to shake out the dregs of his stream onto their faces before he pulled them up to their feet.
"Who do I fuck first?" was all he could ask.
In the end, it was Robin up against the windows to her own office. High, gorgeous windows casting a grand view out over the capital of Ylisse, windows from floor to ceiling that ensured her gorgeous body flush against them, pussy smearing its juices against the window as he took to wild slams forward to use her, wicked indulgences pushing him to want to go all out on pure indulgence, the ecstatic ferocity and passion.
"I love you so much!'" Robin gasped, her body shuddering in a burn of sweeping excitement, pleasures demanding that she fall to pieces, that this need within her became everything that she could have ever wanted. "Use me. Make me yours. Make me fucking give in to this pleasure. I need it. I need you!" Robin held herself happily up against the wall, letting the persistence of wicked fires and passions that didn't feel sensible, the dizzying passion of letting herself embrace pure lust, the burn of these excitements, a passion and a fire that she couldn't resist for even a moment. A burning, throbbing excitement carried her to let her thoughts give in.
Having her cunt stretched out by her son's cock had her losing herself, embracing pleasure in its deeper, hottest frontier, a burn of pleasures she never had to resist. Morgan's dominance made her dumber, made her weak, and she loved it, embracing the lust, happily to be held against the mirror, happy to let her pussy drip all over the window and smear her juices, lost to the throbbing indulgence and decadence of a pleasure she had no idea how to contain. There was only pleasure here, the brilliance and the ferocity that she wanted to accept utterly. She needed to.
Morgan rode high on the sheer vigor and chaos of ramming forward, fucking his mom deep and hard, letting his desires carry him to something outrageous and sloppy, much too reckless for sense and driven by an underlying need to lose himself. Morgan was right where he wanted to be, throwing all he had into this pleasure. His mother's pussy begged down around his cock, and he was happy to appreciate these lusts, happy top pound madly onward to use her as hard ash e could and to embrace the sloppy passion upon him, the burn of dizzy excitement that didn't feel real now. He let every thrust forward carry him to wilder depths still.
Robin gripped the windows tight, embracing the passion, letting him keep up his pace on her while all sense melted away and she continued her acceptance of a plunge deeper into feelings of heat and frustration from which there felt like no escape. "Keep fucking me," she moaned, the pleasures that demanded more and more from her, indulgent passions she held steady on through while giving in to deeper excitement, to the burn of an ecstasy much too potent now to make sense of. She wanted it, and she didn't care about holding herself together, craving only the chance to slide into these joys.
"I love you, mom," he groaned, pushing against her, grabbing her head and turning it to the side so he could jam his tongue into her mouth, making out with her and aggressively imposing himself and his touch onto his moment. He was happy to keep his mom melting under what he was capable of, a continued indulgence that carried him to want more and more of these fires. It was a pleasure beyond reason, something that kept him ho-hopeful and wound up, throbbing with the unrestrained desire and fire of needing to see what he could do, how he could make this pleasure play out like he needed it to.
"I know you do, sweetie, but right now I need you to cum in mommy's pussy and breed her, okay?" She gasped out harder, lost in the kiss, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and all pleasure compelling her to fall apart, thrown into the utmost excitement of a throbbing, sloppy bliss that knew no end. He was happy to roll with it, happy to give in to the sloppier passions and desires to give in to completely. Unhesitating passion carried er to give up fully, completely desperate, sloppy passion to give in to completely.
Happy to give her what she wanted, Morgan slammed forward, burying his cock into his mom's cunt and letting loose hot gasps of throbbing excitement, the searing ecstasy and chaos he wanted to accept fully, driving him to dominate and to indulge. Morgan groaned, heaved, gave in to the wild satisfaction of letting himself give up, groaning and thrashing and embracing the joy of pumping hot shots of gooey cum deep into his mom's cunt. He filled her to the brim with his seed and savoured the utter bliss that this brought him, pulling hastily back out and groaning, "Who next?'
But Tharja was coming up from behind, dropping to her knees behind him and jamming her tongue up his ass hole before he could lose himself to all of it. "My turn, 'she said, voice muffled by his ass as she held herself in tight against him, shivering through the pulsating want and the heat that she was reckless about giving in to, throwing herself fully into the pleasure with drunken, delirious passion.
"Okay!" gasped Morgan, who stopped in place, standing steady, his cock twitching while Tharja tongued his ass from behind, completely lost to a commitment to these passion and the burn of pleasure to keep chasing.
But Morgana and Robin were quickly throwing themselves at his cock. "We won't be left out," Morgana said, leaning down low and getting her lips to her brother's balls, rekindling that she'd started the day with while her mother sucked him into her throat, both women ready to give Morgan even more attention and keep fawning over him as best they could.
In a matter of seconds, Morgan went from asking who he was fucking next to getting a rimjob and two mouths worshiping his cock and balls. It was perfect, the burn of wicked satisfactions he wanted to slide slowly into, embracing the hunger that crept across him. "Fuck, okay," he gasped, as all three women fawned over him together, each taking on a specific role in making him feel good, in the chance to surrender utterly to burning excitement and all the shivering lust that came with it. This was a lot, but all of its excess and all of its hunger felt like the right step forward as he allowed their mouths to lavish him harder, the utter decadence of this treatment.
Mother and daughter shared sloppy kisses with one another while they took turns sucking his huge cock into their throats, and Tharja came up from behind with her tongue jamming up Morgan's ass, a perfect expression of cooperation and teamwork to keep everyone feeling good, and all Morgan had to do was stand there, to offer up his glorious cock to women now too far gone to do anything but dizzily revere him. It was a perfect feeling, one that he was able to stand firmly on while he gave in to this. It was pleasure in its most potent form, bringing a purity of indulgence with it that he felt no reason to worry about, unhesitating and burning with pride.
"I love the way you guys do that," he groaned, smile brightening, a burn of pure greed and excitement washing now over him, the pleasures he wanted to keep going on with. This sloppy attention paid to his balls, cock, and ass hole and all of the wicked excitement that kept him needing more was something truly detached from reason, an overbearing hunger that kept Morgan feeling good and kept him wanting to take this further along. "I want to marry all three of you one day."
That earned wild moans from them, something that even Robin and Morgan had to consider. Tharja's mind on the matter was already made up, but the other three were deeper in their excitement and acceptable of these pleasures the wicked excitement to keep going for more of.
"I'd marry your ass hole if you asked me to," Tharja purred.
"My little bro is the only man I need, and he's already such a man!" Morgana moaned.
"Anything my boy wants," confessed Robin, ready to follow suit any way she could.
It was an attention and a doting, burning adoration for him that made Morgan feel even better, a spoiled little boy who had everything he wanted, with women flung down at his feet to worship him with their mouths. He loved it, and he was reckless about indulging in all these dominant excitements, the chaos and indulgence of a wicked panic that kept climbing out of control, continuing its sloppy praise and holding firm to pleasures much too senseless for reason.
When he came, it was all over Morgana and Robin's faces. He bucked and trashed about, groaning his love for them while making gooey messes across their faces, something he knew was going to inspire Tharja to grab him and be a little more vengeful again as he yelled out, "Take it, sluts!" and made the most of the moment.
Indeed, Tharja had already claimed his ass hole only for them to dive in and take his cock, therefore taking attention away from her. Tharja wasn't having any of that, grabbing his wrist and pulling him across the office. She bent over Robin's table, sticking her round ass out and demanding, "Fuck me and only me right now! I don't care about anyone else. Your eyes will be on me."
Morgan couldn't argue with that. Not when she was so nice to look at. He was ready to take the plunge into the chaos and the fever demanding that he let go, throwing his hips forward and embracing the utter desperation and wickedness of throwing himself into this. He plunged his cock into the dark mage from behind, burying himself deep into her and embracing the burn of shivering, throbbing excitement, the persistent ecstasy of wanting to lose all control now. He grabbed her hips tightly and got to work at madly pounding away at her snug cunt, embracing the wicked passion and spectacle that came from wanting to lose control so completely.
Nothing could match the friction of his huge dick pounding into her, the shiver of wicked lust and warmth that kept Tharja calling out happily, gripping the desk for stability and letting every wicked, wild push into indulgence carry her to want to lose control. She needed this, moaning out louder through the chaos upon her, through a desire only to let her thoughts be consumed with lust and with the ache of something that could drive her mad. This was perfect, the ready indulgence and the fire of letting herself fall to pieces, of letting sense melt out of her as he fucked her.
There was a time when being over Robin's desk was a different kind of fantasy, but things had changed, and she was strung out instead on Robin's son's cock, but no less obsessive and dizzy in her excitement. "I'm your slut. I'm yours. I love you, Morgan!" Her hips crashed back against his lap, letting is thrusts compel her to need more and more. She was hopelessly unafraid, the pleasure and the heat and the want of simply letting herself go. She needed to give in to all of this, and she needed to ride high on the almost addictive fever of throwing herself into this mess. She craved anything she could get, moaning out hotter and stranger through the want and the warmth that tore across her body. There was only one conceivable way to deal with all this pleasure, and she let it overtake her.
Morgan fucked like a beast, as usual. he grabbed Tharja's long hair and yanked back hard on it, his hand crashing across her ass while he threw his hips into motion, into the overbearing vigor and fever of everything he could. Morgan didn't fuck slow. Morgan didn't fuck carefully. Morgan was consumed with a throbbing insistence that he lose himself completely to this situation, that all reason melt out of him. He was like a beast, ramming madly forward, pushing to give in to the idea of losing all control in the name of seeking his desires, the pleasure and the passion of wanting to go all out.
Their bodies crashed loudly together, with every shove of Morgan's hips coming on madder and more forceful. Ruthlessly pounding into Tharja and using her pussy harder, Morgan let his every frustration out, throwing himself into this with less and less focus, the unrestrained and beautifully demented heat of letting go, giving himself in with rapturous fever to pleasures he couldn't get enough of. There was a simplicity to his urges and to the way he rutted into Tharja, exerting all of his dominance and flaunting the utter chaos that kept him so hungry and so ready to give in.
"Cum in me. Breed me. Make me yours now, right here, I don't care anymore!" Tharja wailed. The desk creaked under the force of their thrusts, rocking and struggling to hold up against the sheer fever of what Morgan was doing to her. It was ecstasy in the most hopeless and most perfect of ways, a frontier of lust collapsing all reason inside of her and pushing Tharja to the breaking point, to the beautifully hopeless state where all sense simply left her.
Morgan was happy to give her what she wanted, ramming his cock balls deep into her, his mom's desk buckle a little bit from the force of his mad thrusts, from the chaos and passion of making her fall to pieces under the demands of his harder, fiercer touch. Morgan didn't hold back, pumping the gorgeous mage full of cum and letting the pleasure compel him to lose all control. Bliss surged across him, and Morgan was ready to give himself up to all of it, to slam forward and let loose the burning, aching joy of pumping her full of cum. The pleasure broke across his thoughts with unreal satisfaction, the trembling fever and the haze of what felt too good to possibly resist. He filled her to the brim, and he decided that it was best to get righto n to moving on to more.
So he grabbed hold of his sister, seizing Morgana and shoving her on top of their mother's desk, climbing up onto it and pulling her legs up. "I'm going to breed you, too, sis," he promised before ramming his cock deep into her cunt.
"You can do anything you want to me!" squealed Morgana, her eyes rolling back and the pleasure surging quickly across her body, the raw insistence and fever of pleasures she just had to accept, had to give in to deeper. The burning embrace of shuddering obsession hit her head-on, and she didn't care how far she fell, she just knew she needed more of this pleasure. She craved it on a level too fundamental now to make sense of, drunkenly twisting about in thrashing desire while all sense melted beautifully away.
With his sister's legs trembling in the air, Morgan drilled down hard into her, letting the passion carry him to lose all control, needing to embrace the wickedness and the fever of a lust that felt like everything he could have asked for all at once. There was only pleasure in this mess, something that they could both give in to, both burn through while letting pleasure tear across them, letting the desire prove an intoxicating swell of indulgence and lust that neither could hold themselves back from. There was so much to feel good about here, so much that tore across them with dizzying insistence and the passion that felt like it was truly detached now from sense or from dignity.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Morgana's wails were dizzy and hopeless, the trembling obsession that cut to what she needed most, lost to the idea that these pleasures could only get bolder and hazier by the second. Her body trembled harder, the overbearing heat and desire to give in to, drowned under the passionate fire and surrender that made her just need to lose herself. Burning indulgence and ecstasy carried er to ruin, the burn of pleasure and fire she had to give up to fully, deeper indulgence and intoxicating fever that she was ready to accept utterly, the fullest passion and ferocity that made her want to lose all control.
Morgan continued his ruthless excitement of fucking down deeper into his sister's tight cunt. She kicked her legs up and wrapped them around his lap, the burning chaos and the fire of pleasures that kept rising, kept escalating without restraint under these passions. The beauty of this incestuous moment of intimacy kept them craving more, kept up pleasures too passionate and fierce to resist, the wicked insistence and fire of wanting to give in completely There was nothing sensible behind these wild lusts, the persistence and the sloppy frenzy of needing to want more of this. Everything became so normal, so simple. They were ready to give up completely to all of it, to accept the pleasures compelling them together into this beautifully shameless mess.
Pleasure pulsed with wicked insistence across pleasures and fires that kept coming, kept indulging without sense. Throbbing indulgence and a burning fire kept her frenzied, hopeless, sloppy. She needed more and more of this. The desk continued to struggle under their motions, the buckling insistence and pressures of a heat that kept coming, kept rising with burning, senseless fierceness. There was a beautifully sloppy mess to all of this, pleasure to keep chasing, the deeper madness of wild heat and panicked hunger to keep accepting, the indulgence that didn't feel sensible. They didn't care about the desk's stability or about the utter madness of these throbbing, wicked insistences now.
"I need you, little bro!" squealed Morgana, her eyes going cross and her legs tightening around his waist. 'Cum inside. You have to. You have to cum inside and make me yours!" She didn't care about anything but the joy of letting go, a burning, insistent throb of pure satisfaction that she wanted more and more of in the face of these passions now. It was outrageous, forceful, much too sloppy for sense. But it didn't matter. Morgan slammed down into his sister hard, ready to pin her to the desk's surface and pumping her full of cum, leaving her trembling in panicked heat, the wicked and inspiring surrender to unravel, giving in to these wicked pressures of giving up fully.
But the impact of slamming down into Morgana made the desk give up. The top of it snapped, crunching as the wood split down and their bodies lowered a few inches into the sagging collapse. The wood didn't fully give out, and the rest of the desk held it steady enough that they didn’t go crashing to the floor, but Morgan certainly destroyed his mother's desk in the pursuit of knocking up his sister.
"Sorry, mom," gasped Morgan. Morgana's legs didn't actually let go of him.
But Robin was fine with it. "It's okay, dear, 'She said, coming up from behind, kissing his balls while they twitched and his cock remained deep inside of her daughter. 'I can always get a new desk, but you're irreplaceable. Breed your sister again, this time Tharja and I will help. Right Tharja?" She licked her way up to her son's ass hole.
"Absolutely," purred Tharja, squatting down to suck on his balls while he went, hoping bitterly that she'd get this much support too next time he fucked her.
The office was immaterial. By the end of the day, it would be drenched in cum and jizz, the furniture ruined and stained with everyone's juices, and all three women were to be utterly knocked up. That was how it was meant to be. That was how they wanted it. Morgan got the girls on his terms, and even the furniture itself was secondary to his pursuit of that. And it always would be; the future for Morgan involved three wives, a whole lot of breeding, and a near-constant need to keep getting new furniture to replace what they’d broken that week.