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"I still don't see why I have to go to your squalid home." Damian was pouting, arms crossed, face downcast. But that didn't stop him from following Anya and her mother down the street. He had been talked into joining Anya for a playdate at the park, and he had done his best to remain unrecognizable. The one thing he was satisfied with that day was that no one had seen through his big had and sunglasses, two things a high class son of the Desmond family would never wear!
"We're going back home because your driver said he had to perform some repairs on your car," said Anya's mother, some civil servant country bumpkin. "I told him to meet us at our home. It should only be another hour or so." She smiled sweetly at the boy, who rolled his eyes. "Besides," she continued. "It would be good for you two to play in a quieter environment."
Anya had both arms outstretched and was spinning in circles as she led her mother and Damian to their apartment building. "...Sure," Damian said, his eyes narrowing.
"Anya is a spaceship!" she shouted, her spins never slowing.
"Oh, that's lovely!" said her mother.
Damian supposed she would be the person most used to Anya's... eccentricities. He kicked a rock as they walked down the sidewalk. This was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday. But there he was, spending time with that annoying pest, Anya Forger. She had tricked him into agreeing to come; there was no other way. But no! A Desmond didn't get tricked! It was- She had-
Damian sighed. As long as no one else knew he was with her, there was nothing to worry about. But still, it didn't make him happy. He stewed in his frustration for the remainder of the walk to the Forger's front door.
When Anya's mother opened up, Damian was mauled by a vicious beast! "What is this thing!" he yelped, being crushed under a mountain of white fur. "I can't breathe! I'm gonna die!"
"Bond already got off," Anya oh-so-delicately pointed out.
Damian opened his eyes, realizing he was flailing on the ground. The big fluffy dog had already wandered away. Bond pawed at his food bowl, whining and trying to appear cute and deserving of food. Even after that vicious assault!
The rich boy huffed and pulled himself off the floor. He dusted the poor person dust off his clothes and stomped into the living room, his face burning red. His pouty footsteps stopped. His head swiveled, locking on to the quiet sound of laughter coming from that detestable girl.
Anya stopped giggling barely a moment before Damian locked eyes with her. The voice in his head was screaming in rage, loud enough to remind her that she was supposed to try to be his friend. He tried to glare her down, but she avoided his eye contact at all costs. Eventually, she saw only one way to avoid the Sy-on Boy's wrath:
Stretching her arms high above her head, Anya let out an exaggerated yawn. "Oh no!" she said, her words as stiff as her back. "Anya is so very sleepy! Must go take a nap and not do any talkings now!" And with that, she rushed into her room with much more energy than a sleepy person should have.
"Oh my!" Yor gasped. She was used to Anya's eccentricities, but seeing her completely bail on her friend was surprising. "Um, why don't I make you some tea? You like tea, right?"
Damian sighed, this day was getting worse and worse. "Yes, yes," he said, rolling his eyes and marching into the living room. "Tea is fine."
"I'll fetch it for you straight away!" Yor hurried off to the kitchen. Damian heard the frantic sounds of a low class mother working in the kitchen. Shaking his head, he sat on the couch, his arms crossed and his frown deep. This house- No, it wasn't even a house. This shabby apartment was well below his standards. How could anyone live without servants? It boggled the mind.
"It's too noisy here," he mumbled to himself. His home was quiet. Bereft of the litany of staff his mansion was home to. None of his family were ever around to cause disturbances like this. It was... different.
Here, there was the clamor from the kitchen. Anya's over-exaggerated snoring coming through her bedroom door. That great white beast plodded in, its head low, his eyes almost apologetic. "At least you're quiet," Damian noted to the dog. Its head dipped even lower, and it walked out of the room.
"Here you are!" Yor exclaimed with enthusiasm and joy. She placed the cup on the table in front of the boy, then stood back, holding the tea tray to her chest. Anticipation was clear on her face. This was the first time someone in the upper class was sampling tea made from her personal supply! How could she not be excited?
Damian looked disdainfully at the cup in front of him. The make was so cheap and shoddy he was amazed it hadn't shattered when she placed it down. "If this is even half as good as my butler's I'll be surprised," he sighed. He steeled himself and took a sip.
His eyes widened as the delicate floral flavor rolled across his tongue. It was smooth and mellow, a taste that reminded him of simpler days. Days when he was still swaddled in his wet nurse's loving embrace. It was ever so slightly bitter, but had a delectably sweet aftertaste. Before he had realized it, the cup was empty.
He lowered it and Anya's mother caught his eye. She was beaming with pride, overjoyed that he had clearly enjoyed her tea. If he was weak to Anya's pouting and tears, he was no match for her expectant mother. NOT THAT HE WAS WEAK TO ANYA IN ANY WAY
Damian held out the cup. "Another," he said.
"Right away!" Yor said, taking the cup and practically skipping to the kitchen. Damian slumped into the couch. He pulled out a small pocket watch. When was that chauffeur getting there?
As the little rich boy counted the minutes and the eager mother poured out the kettle, the big fluffy dog felt a shock surge through his brain. Before his eyes there were flashes of a steam-filled shower, messy sheets, and sweaty, writhing bodies. The family dog knew at once what fate had decreed would happen. Bond had one chance to change the future.
"Here you are!" Yor excitedly returned to the living room, a fresh cup of tea on her tray, ready to serve to her guest's needs like any good host should. Bond lurched forward, his teeth snagging onto the fabric of her pants. "Bond! What are you-"
Her normally flawless footwork faltered, her sock slipped on the small trail of drool that came from the dog's partially opened mouth. The tea tray jerked forward, sending the cup and platter flying straight towards the youngest son of the Desmond family. Bond released his bite, satisfied that he had saved his family from turmoil.
Yor's combat instincts kicked in. Surging forward, she caught the tumbling ceramics before they could harm the boy. But she couldn't stop fluid in motion.
Damian could only watch in shock as he was covered with tea. He closed his eyes just in time to avoid anything getting in them, but the damage was done. His clothes were soaked. His hair was matted down. He opened his eyes, filled with anger. He opened his mouth to tell off this fool of a mother, but she beat him to the punch.
"I'm so sorry!" Yor cried, whisking Damian off the couch and rushing him towards the bathroom. In an instant, his clothes were off and tossed into the laundry. As the bathroom door slammed shut behind them, Bond watched on in horror.
A faint vision of the boy, as snobby as ever, faded away into nothingness. The vision that had previously appeared now overwhelmed the hapless pooch. He fell to the floor, doggy tears in his eyes, knowing he had not prevented this terrible future, but had in fact caused it.
Yor quickly undressed and rushed Damian into the shower. The water ran down around them, heating quickly and filling the bathroom with steam. Her apologies were never-ending, every breath used to express her regret over her failures as a host and a mother and a woman and a human being. She apologized for putting such low class shampoo in the boy's hair, but he needed to be clean.
It was only when she was busy lathering the soap into his hair that she allowed herself to calm down. Damian had been protesting her womanhandling of him, but he was too small to fight off someone as freakishly strong as Yor. He, too, had grown quiet. While her fingers gently worked their way through his hair, delicately massaging his scalp, Yor realized just what situation she had thrown herself into.
She was in the shower with one of her daughter's classmates. A young boy, whose age she would prefer not to think about. And not only were the two of them naked, but the way she was bending over to lather the shampoo had her breasts directly in front of his face!
Her own face grew red as reality sunk in. She wanted to scream and cover herself up. To apologize more and beg for him to not tell anyone what had happened. But that would only make her an even greater failure. She had to stay the course. She had to see this through.
Damian was a young boy. Despite his age, he had quite grown up interests. Those being big business and other high class sensibilities. He was not overly aware of what sex was, let alone that older women could be so attractive. But there he was, with Yor's perfect rack inches from his face.
Yor felt her face flush, her skin turning beet red. Her heat hammered in her chest, her breath shuddered as she considered the implications of her actions that day. Despite her alarm, Yor found herself allowing the young boy to partake in some innocent curiosity. This sudden discovery of the human body was one she shouldn't snuff out. It was only natural for him to be interested in her breasts. She chose to nurture his understanding.
The little rich boy stared at her chest, his eyes wide with awe. There were no thoughts in his head. No fears, no dreams. No worries, no desires.
Only boobs.
Yor's breath hitched as Damian's small hand slowly extended towards her chest, his eyes wide with wonder. She remained still, allowing him to touch her in a state of vulnerability. It was just one touch. A single, innocent touch.
His fingers traced the curve of her breast gently, and her heart drummed in her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as the sensations of his fingers running over her soft skin caused a spike of heat between her legs. It was a delicate dance between vulnerability and prudence, but Yor took the risk.
Their eyes met, the intensity of their connection filling the steamy room with an air of intimacy. With a small nod of encouragement, Yor stood there, trusting the boy with the sight and touch of her breasts, never thinking for a second that this could be considered a betrayal of her husband. The moment melted away the remaining barriers between them and the thread of a bond began to form.
His touch was clumsy but innocent, a stark contrast to the rising heat within her body at his exploration. As she reveled in that moment of forbidden pleasure, Yor's mind was seized by her desire for the innocent child's touch. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn't help but feel a deep connection forming between them. She allowed him to grope her chest fully, her breath hitching in response to his unskilled touch.
The shower continued to spill its soothing water, evoking feelings she never thought she'd experience. As his hands mapped her body, she found herself responding without her willpower overriding her body's desires. For a few brief moments, she relished in the warmth of their bond and her encroaching desire for this young boy.
Encased in the gentle steam and foaming water, a new world opened up to Yor; one where the lines between betrayal and desire blurred. The taboo act of her allowing it to happen created a fervent kindling in her core, one that danced away all inhibitions and yet maintained Yor's smiles with Damian.
As the warm water continued to cascade down upon them, Yor couldn't help but notice a slight change in Damian's demeanor. His body stiffened, his movements became more awkward and uncomfortable. A downward glance solved the riddle for Yor, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. The boy's little dick was stiff and bobbing between his legs. She had never seen such a thing from a young boy, her mind was racing with a spectrum of thoughts.
"Oh my," Yor whispered, the first words either of the two had spoken since entering the shower. "It seems you're having trouble there."
"I- Uh..." Damian stammered. All this was so new to him. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. How he was supposed to act.
"Don't worry," Yor leaned further down, giving him better access to her chest and reaching low. "I'll take care of everything." She gave him a reassuring smile and kissed him on the forehead. "What kind of host would I be if I did not attend to all of my guest's needs?"
Her soft hands gently cradled his hardened member. His body jerked as the first person in his life touched him there. The skin was soft and warm, and Yor's sensations were awakened by the truth of his response to her body. Her fingers traced lightly, discovering new territory within their bond and daring to venture wherever it felt right.
She stroked gently, captivated by his reactions. Her brows furrowed slightly, trying to decipher his expressions and understand his feelings; he was a boy, after all, and her heart yearned to protect him. To please him. To serve him.
In response to her tender strokes, Damian squeezed her breasts, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and desire. The two of them played their roles without malice or shame, simply surrendering to the desires between them. Yor's heart pounded in her chest as she continued, allowing the danger of her actions to be outweighed by the trust and connection they'd built so far.
"So dirty," Yor muttered. She knelt down and gently turned Damian around. "Need to clean you all over." And with no fanfare, no build-up, Yor spread the boy's cheeks and rammed her tongue up his ass.
Damian yelped but soon succumbed to Yor's tender care over his young body. Her hand found his cock again, and she worked at him from both sides. Her tongue darted out, exploring his hidden contours, reveling in the intoxicating sensation.
Meanwhile, her hand never faltered with its steady movements along Damian's cock. Each stroke carried a unique anticipation, building the tension between them to an unfathomable degree. It was as if they had dived into a pool of pure desire, each motion a testament to their growing bond.
As Yor tenderly kissed and nibbled at Damian's cheeks, she swirled her tongue around the hole, savoring the taste of him. Memories of Anya and Loid, once fondly held, now became distant in the face of this unique connection with Damian. The world outside seemed so distant as she explored the young boy's body in this private shower haven.
Yor devoured Damian's pleasures with fervor, her tongue exploring each inch of his posterior's sensitive skin. The slippery cock in her hand throbbed and twitched, urging her on as her cheeks flushed with excitement. The guilt was present, but the intensity of their shared desires clouded every other thought.
Her heart pounded in syncopation with the water droplets that rained around them, their rhythmic sound forming an orchestra in the background. Yor sucked on his cheeks, the taste of him filling her senses and the tender pleasure radiating through her body.
In this forsaken world of steamy intimacy, Yor and Damian continued to explore each other's bodies. Their eyes locked for the last time, unveiling the intense passion and recognition of their forbidden desires. She let out a quiet moan, feeling her own desire climb the walls as she savored the boy in front of her.
Damian's moans reached a fever pitch. His knees buckled, and his body shuddered and tensed. Shots of his cum sprayed across the shower wall with force, coating the tiles in a sticky, white mess. His head rolled back, his eyes squeezed shut as he furrowed his brows, falling back into Yor's embrace. The intensity of his release was beyond anything she had seen before, but that was to be expected for a young boy's first orgasm.
Yor continued her assault on his ass, the sight of him cumming spurring her own excitement even further. As the last remaining ropes splashed onto the tiles, she couldn't help but feel completely enraptured by this young boy. Her heart swelled with an odd sense of satisfaction and arousal, some new part of herself having been unveiled.
She pulled her tongue from his ass, taking a moment to catch her breath and calm her raging heart. The intoxicating scent of their forbidden connection lingered, and the cum-stained shower wall served only to heighten their intimate moment. Yor's heart pounded, her thoughts blinded by the uncontrollable warmth burning between her legs.
She wanted hers.
"Oops," she said, standing at her full height. "I dropped the soap." She bent at the waist, her plump, round ass pointed straight at Damian's face. She didn't want to instruct him. She wanted him to figure it out for himself. Figure out that he was to return the favor.
The boy wasn't aiming to be an Imperial Scholar for nothing. Yor gasped when she felt his small face bury between her ass cheeks. She moaned as his small hands gripped her hips. His small tongue darted out, flicking against her tight rim. Her legs felt weak, but she held herself up against the wall.
Hands firm against the wall. Ass stuck out for a little boy. And Yor couldn't have been happier.
Yor felt Damian's soft kisses graze the entrance of her rear, his shy nature gradually melting away as he settled into his role. The warm water cascading down upon them as he licked and probed around her ass sent shivers down her spine, her heart pounding with ecstatic delight.
His tongue encircled her tight hole, sending her on a new journey of feelings and sensations. Yor reveled in his willingness to obey her command, her spirit daring to soar even higher. She winced at the sensation, both pleasurable and foreign, her insides clenching in reaction.
Damian's lips pressed firmly against Yor's cheeks as he ate her ass with increasing precision and fervor. His tongue darted out, delighting in the salty taste and the sensation of her muscles twitching under his touch. His eyes reflected the curious excitement that stirred within him, igniting his desire. Yor's heart raced as she felt his skilled mouth work its magic, an eruption of pleasure steadily building within her.
He'd never tasted anything so incredible; her skin was both tender and exciting, a perfect blend that hit all the right spots. Damian felt liberated at this moment, his own desires invading his thoughts. His heart raced as his tongue swirled around her hole, tasting the intoxicating flavor of Yor.
As Damian's caresses and attentiveness grew more skillful, Yor approached her climax. Her heart pounded in her chest, heat mixing with her arousal as she became even more sensitive. As the water and soap mingled with her release, her entire body tensed with anticipation. The steamy atmosphere created a world where the line between naughty and necessary blurred, and Yor let herself succumb to the moments with the young boy.
Finally, she climaxed, her body shaking with a quake that bordered on a seizure. Her orgasm hit hard, her body convulsing as Damian continued his caresses. A torrent of pleasure rushed through her, making her gasp as she gripped onto the shower wall for support. The pleasure overwhelmed her, forcing her to the floor.
At that moment, Yor could only focus on the explosive rush of pleasure pulsing through her. As the sensations subsided, she caught her breath, feeling simultaneously sated and aroused by Damian's attentive tongues and hands. The sounds of their mutual pleasure echoed around them, painting a picture of intimacy like no other.
Yor couldn't help but turn to Damian, the passion of their encounter propelling her forward. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him tightly against her, and their lips met in a heated kiss. As she tasted herself on his tongue, her heart skipped a beat. What started as a casual meeting had transformed into an intense and private connection that neither could've anticipated.
She let the taste of her own ass linger, and her heart pounded as she basked in the new knowledge. Yor's mind raced with thoughts of Loid and their unpredictable situation, but her desire for connection with Damian overpowered the worry. The shower seemed to hold a world of its own, as the two of them became entwined in a forbidden dance.
"I... I didn't think this would feel so good," she breathed into the kiss, her heart racing with each delicious morsel of their daring actions. "Your tongue is amazing, Damian."
"Is there..." Damian hesitated. "Is there more we can do?"
Yor beamed at him once more. Now not of pride, but of unrestrained desire. "There's a lot we can do," she whispered.
Gently laying Damian on his back, she straddled the young boy's waist. His small cock stood tall, twitching, waiting for her. Reaching back, she gently grasped him, earning another small gasp. She rubbed her soaking pussy against him, the pair moaning. Yor pressed his tip against her entrance, but stopped.
"As much as I would like to," she said, slowly pulling him away. "I need to save that for my husband."
"Oh," Damian's expression shifted, disappointment shadowing his features. What she was doing felt good, but he was being denied something. For the first time in his life, that didn't make him angry. It made him feel sad. This was something he didn't realize he wanted more than anything that was taken away from him.
"So that's why this hole is for you," Yor said, her voice teasing. She pressed him against her ass, his small cock threatening to slide effortlessly past her tight rim. The rich boy's face lit up, his denial returned to him.
Yor began to lower herself down, feeling that pressure build as he fought against the tightness of her ass. And then, tragedy struck.
The first sign of the hot water running out. Any hopes of continuing in the shower were dashed. Yor didn't hesitate. Shutting the shower off, she picked the boy up once more and raced from the bathroom, not bothering to dress either of them.
Nude, she ran Damian to her room and slammed the door shut behind them. They collapsed onto her bed, their wet bodies soaking the sheets. Yor kissed Damian with a deeper, more passionate intensity. Their tongues intertwined, a sweet mingling of passion and pleasure. Yor felt her heart swell with affection for him, the beautiful young woman luring the innocent little boy.
As their kiss deepened, their taboo actions were forever seared into her memory, never to be forgotten. In the fury of this passionate moment, the possibility that she would ever come to regret her actions never crossed Yor's mind. For now, she couldn't bring herself to care about any consequences.
But the same could not be said for Damian. His mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts. Mostly questioning why no one had ever shown him this sort of thing before. This led him down a trail of logic, asking question after question of the overall morality of their acts.
"Is..." he asked, hesitantly. "Is this wrong?"
Yor could have been responsible. She could have explained the problems with being so intimate with someone so young. She could have tried to justify her actions but still try to talk him into continuing. She could have stopped entirely and made him promise to never tell a soul what she had done.
Instead, she leaned into it.
"Yes!" Yor cried, a wild look in her eyes. "This is bad! I've been so bad!" She rolled onto her stomach, raising her hips and sticking her quivering ass in the air. Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, "And I need to be punished."
Damian fell under her spell, entranced by her erotic display. With wide eyes and ragged breaths, he watched Yor in disbelief and excitement. She was offering herself to him completely, the submission etched on her face driving his desire even further. He hesitated for only a moment before diving in, clinging his small body to Yor's thick backside.
Yor grit her teeth, her face contorting with pleasure. "Fuck me Damian," she whispered, surrendering to her desires. "I need this."
With a slow thrust, Damian eased his way in, feeling Yor's tightness around him. The intensity in their eyes said it all; Yor was his now, stoking the fire of his kindling dominance. His heart raced with every thrust, both a testament to his own desires and the intensity of their connection.
Damian thrust into her, feeling her tightness envelop his member. He moved slowly at first, his heart beating with a mix of trepidation and confidence. He wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do, but he trusted her - he would take this ride as far as she desired.
As they filled the small space with their moans and sweat, they both gasped with every forceful push and gentle caress. His dominant side was slowly awakened by Yor's submission, and he pushed harder, losing himself in the rhythm of their forbidden act.
Led by Yor's submission, Damian's thrusts into her tight ass became fiercer, more intense, the connection growing stronger with each forceful plunge. He felt the raw pleasure coursing through them, enveloping both of them in a whirlwind of vice. His heart pounded as he relished the feeling of power that she had given to him.
Yor's cries filled the room, her lust replacing any hint of resistance as she gripped onto the bedsheets. Her body trembled, her mind swam with pleasure and deviant fantasies. She couldn't help but gasp as Damian thrust even harder, his cock buried deep inside her.
Their moans echoed through the small room, their desires seeping into the air. In this dance of dominance and submission, Yor and Damian discovered a deeper intimacy. Yet, neither of them could reach a climax just yet, their hearts racing with the intensity of the moment. Both of them were left panting and teetering on the cusp of orgasm.
The little rich boy continued to fuck Yor's ass raw, their taboo connection thickening as they found themselves helplessly entwined in their daring pursuit. With nothing left for them but the most forbidden of acts, they held on to their passion, loving and tormented by their desires.
Time seemed to lose all meaning as Damian relentlessly pursued his desires. Yor's cries and whimpers filled the room, both an ode to their taboo connection and a testament to their growing intimacy. Through every thrust, he found Yor aching for his touch - her submission igniting the passion within him.
But, despite the explosive pleasures and her non-stop protests, Damian refused to ease up. He wanted this feeling of power to last; it was a life-altering moment that would forever burn in his memory. His body shook with each thrust, the sexual energy between them firing up his veins.
Yor's submission didn't go unreciprocated. Damian picked the rhythm and beat, both their bodies glistening from sweat and passion, and their hearts racing with each thrust. The roaring power of their connection overwhelmed them, contorting their ideas of pleasure and boundaries. In the midst of their fall from grace, Damian continued fucking Yor with unbridled passion, refusing to ease up until his final climax.
"Yes, Damian!" Yor cried. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!!!"
The door opened.
In an instant, Yor's combat instincts flung her into action. Moving faster than the eye could see, she kicked her sheets in the air, spun around onto her back, clutched Damian close to her chest, and pulled the sheets back down to cover them. The explosion of movement took less than a tenth of a second.
Loid stepped in, his eyebrow raised inquisitively. His eyes scanned the room, searching for answers.
"L- Loid!" Yor said, her face burning red and covered in sweat. "Wh- What are you doing here?"
"I was knocking for a while," said her husband. "I asked if I could come in and you said yes. A few times, actually." He narrowed his eyes. "Why are you confused? You let me in."
"I- I- I-" Despite her line of work and double life, Yor was a terrible liar. "I- I- I'm not confused! Wh- Wh- What did you need?"
"I'm letting you know that I'm home and about to start dinner," Loid watched her closely for a while. Yor was terrified. Terrified that her husband on paper would pull back the sheets and find her naked with a child. She was frozen, stuck in place. But that wasn't the worst of it.
Damian squirmed. Yor had gassed up his ego too much. He wasn't going to let a stumbling block like this woman's husband stop him from having sex. Under the sheets he couldn't see all that well, but he knew he was hip to hip with Yor, laying atop her and nestled between her legs.
"Weren't you and Anya playing with the Desmond boy today?" Loid asked. He knew they were; he was there after all. Had they paid more attention to the lethargic dog sitting by the fence, they might have seen through his disguise. A sudden mission called him away from following them home, but he saw the extra pair of shoes by the front door. Exorbitantly priced and diminutive shoes. Damian was in his home, but nowhere to be seen.
But he couldn't let on that he knew that much, so he had to play dumb on this matter, and be actually dumb on the moving lump in the sheets above his wife's body.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum...." Yor's eyes were spinning, the heat of Damian's cock against her pussy was shutting her brain down. This little boy was going to be the end of her! If only he hadn't been such good friends with Anya, then-
THAT WAS IT
"Napping!" she yelled. "They're napping!"
It made sense. Children tire themselves out, especially after playing at the park. "Anya was suspiciously quiet when I got home," Loid said. "I looked in her room and saw her sleeping. But I didn't see Damian."
The boy in question pushed himself forward, sliding his cock along Yor's pussy time and time again. She fought so hard to keep her composure. It was a losing battle, but she held strong.
"M- m- m- m- m- m- m- maybe he's- UUUUUUHH!" Her lack of an idea was cut off by Damian grinding along her clit.
"Uh?" Loid thought. He put the pieces together. "Under the bed?"
"Sure!" Yor accepted any answer he gave.
Her husband shook his head. "Rich people sure are weird."
Damian was not going to take an insult like that lying down. Especially not from someone who wasn't having sex right then! He finally struck home and Yor nearly bit her tongue off, keeping herself from making a sound.
The rich boy didn't hold back, immediately thrusting away, slamming his small cock into Yor's tight pussy. To a rational person, seeing the lump in the sheets above one's wife's body explode into motion and said wife's eyes roll back in her head, a string of strangled noises being barely held back from bursting through her lips, might just make one suspicious. Suspicious that something untoward was happening right in front of them.
Loid was thinking so many steps ahead that he was blind to what was blatantly in front of him. No explanation that he could come up with both made sense and could be possible. The conclusion he kept coming to was that the missing Desmond boy was railing his wife, but his mind rejected that option every single time. It simply wasn't possible. Yor wasn't that type of woman, and Damian wasn't that type of boy.
Yet.
Rich people, am I right?
fuckin' pricks
So Loid did the only thing he could: play the concerned husband. "Is everything alright?" he asked, stepping closer to Yor. Her eyes widened, but she made no efforts to move or shoo him away.
"F- f- f- f- f- FINE!" Yor's voice cracked as he managed to yell. "I fine!"
The moving lump had gotten faster. There was now an audible slapping sound, and quiet, muffled grunts. Again, Loid's brain refused the evidence in front of him. But the rational part craved information, so he had to ask, "What are you doing?"
Her brain, meanwhile, had shut off a couple of questions ago. "S- S- SEEEEEEEEX!" she cried, drool pouring from her lips.
Loid's mind was a complicated enigma. In order to solve this riddle, he ran the information through multiple processes, and came to only one remaining formula: Spell it backwards, drop the S. "X..." he pondered. "Exercising?"
"FUCK YES THAT'S IT!" Yor howled, unable to keep still.
"Understood," Loid said, walking back to the door. "I'll leave you to it." He left the room, shutting the door behind him. Yor threw off the sheets, arching her hips against Damian's rhythmic thrusts. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight, pulling him deeper.
With renewed fervor and desperation, Damian thrust his hips into Yor with furious strokes, the fear of getting caught heightening every sensation. Yor's breath hitched and gasped as she tried to stifle her cries, her body trembling with every forceful thrust.
As he neared her climax, Yor clung onto the bed and held back her whimpers, her body tensing with each deep thrust. They were taking a massive risk, wholly aware that they were living on borrowed time. But the pleasure washed over her, each thrust crashing into a secret world of control and submission.
Loid knocked on the door, "Hey, you left your clothes in the bathroom."
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Yor screamed her climax, her eyes rolling back as release washed over her like a raging hurricane. Her body shook, her pussy clenched. Damian delivered one final thrust into Yor's shimmering core. Her orgasmic screams and sweat-soaked body were the perfect culmination of their reckless affair. He held onto her waist, their eyes locked as his climax hit, filling her with his seed.
"It's not that big of a deal," Loid said through the door. "And uh, maybe watch the language? There are children here."
The pair remained in the aftermath, both panting and trembling. The covers were tossed aside, laying bare their most recent act. Their hearts pounded as their sweaty bodies recovered. Their bond was sealed in secrecy and fear, a forbidden love that neither would soon forget.
Damian's heart hammered in his chest with the magnitude of their act. He lay atop Yor, their bodies intertwined, glistening with sweat. They were both out of breath, their hearts crashing with the intensity of the moment.
He crawled up the bed so he could reach her face. His small hand cupped her chin. "You are my woman." Yor, exhausted, could only nod. She was his. Now and forever.
The two of them basked in their climax for a while, but they didn't have much time. Two countdowns were looming over them: Loid returning when dinner was made and Damian's chauffeur arriving to pick him up. Without knowing how much longer either would be, they had to act before they were ready.
It was hard for Yor to get dressed with Damian groping and spanking her ass, but she made do. Once dressed, she hurried out as fast as her weary legs could take her. Snatching Damian's clothes from the laundry, she dried them as best she could. Once the boy was dressed, he rushed to the living room to act like he had been there the entire time.
He needn't have bothered, as a knock on the front door informed them of his driver's arrival. Yor saw him off.
"Thank you for..." Damian trailed off. This was his first time walking away from someone. He didn't know what to say. But his heart did. With all the earnestness a young boy could offer, he told her, "I'll come back!"
"I'll be waiting," Yor said with a smile. And with a quick check over her shoulders to make sure no one was looking, she leaned down and planted a quick farewell kiss on Damian's lips. She watched him go, feeling her heart swell with passion and loss. He would leave now, but she would see him again. She would be sure of that.
"I didn't get to see much of him," Loid said from the kitchen, finishing up their meal for the night. "But he seems like a nice boy."
"Oh, he's much more than nice," Yor said wistfully. This was a day she would not forget.
"Oh?" Loid asked. "What, is he sweet on Anya or something?"
"I think I'm the one he was a little more than sweet on," Yor realized what she said and blushed profusely. "I mean- Uh-"
"Hey, if he's got a crush on you, that'll make getting him to come over much easier," Loid said with a laugh, the events from Yor's bedroom already wiped from his mind as irrelevant information. "Just take things slow, alright? I don't want to lose my wife to a rich schoolboy's crush." He laughed to himself. What a funny man Loid was.
"He can crush my pussy anytime..." Yor mumbled, too lost in her desires to care anymore.
"What?" Loid asked.
"I said- Uh-" Yor stammered. "He can... Crush... Fussy... I'M GOING TO GO WAKE ANYA UP!"
"Okay."
Before she could reach their daughter's door, it opened on its own. The young girl stepped out, rubbing her eyes. "So noisy..." she mumbled. In her efforts to sound like she was napping, she had actually fallen asleep. "Where did Sy-on Boy go?"
"Damian went home already," Loid said from the kitchen. "Next time, it would be polite of you to see him off."
"Okay, Papa." Anya watched her mother fidgeting. Her thoughts manifested themselves as vivid images. Graphic images that Anya was much too young to comprehend. Images of Damian blowing her mother's back out. She cocked her head, completely misunderstanding the meaning of those frantic thoughts. But then something else, something much more mysterious, caught her attention.
A new source of a voice.
Anya could read Bond's thoughts, but those came as the images and visions he saw of the future. She couldn't speak dog. That would be silly. But she could focus on a person and hear their thoughts. And this time, focusing on her mother, there was a second voice within her. But lower for some reason.
"The conditions here are utterly deplorable!" Came the voice from her mother's belly. "Where is the manager? I refuse to stay in these circumstances!" There was a pause. "How long? NINE MONTHS?! This is ridiculous! I will not stand for this! Do you know who my father is?!"
Anya stared wide-eyed at her mother, all the pieces falling into place. She pointed a finger and declared her accusation:
"Mama ate someone!"
"What?" Yor asked, so confused she snapped out of her lustful haze.
Loid, walking up behind them with a casserole tray, sighed. "Dinner's ready. Sit down."
"Yay! Dinner!" Anya cheered, already forgetting what she was talking about.