The next morning, I woke to find my aunt nestled in my arms, her gaze fixed on my face. Her fingers were already tracing the length of my dick while her other hand pleasured herself. She moistened me with her slick pussy juice, ensuring every stroke was deliciously smooth.
"Aaah, good morning, Aunt," I murmured, my voice thick with sleep and desire.
She smiled, a soft, inviting curve of her lips. "Good morning," she whispered back.
"What are you doing, Aunt?" I asked, though the answer was deliciously obvious.
With a blush that warmed her cheeks, she confessed, her voice a low purr, "Your dick was so hard, poking me all night. I thought it might hurt you, so I started massaging it the moment I woke up."
"Thank you, Aunt," I breathed, pulling her closer.
With that, I kissed her, a slow, deep exploration. My aunt responded eagerly, her tongue meeting mine in a passionate dance that left us both breathless. A soft moan escaped her lips as our bodies pressed together.
After our kiss, I pulled back slightly. "Aunt, I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"
"In my mouth," she answered without hesitation, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
I stood, and my aunt gracefully dropped to her knees, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Take it. My fresh morning semen."
Her mouth parted, inviting me in, and I slid my throbbing cock deep inside. A low groan rumbled from my chest as her wet warmth enveloped me.
"Here it comes," I groaned, beginning to ejaculate. My aunt's throat worked, expertly gulping down every drop, a faint gurgle accompanying her eager swallowing.
After emptying myself inside her, I slowly withdrew. Her mouth, full and overflowing with my semen, reminded me of a hamster with engorged cheeks. She looked incredibly cute, utterly consumed by me.
"Swallow it all," I commanded gently.
And she did, her throat working diligently until every last drop was gone.
A moment later, my aunt took my wet, glistening dick back into her mouth, sucking off any remaining semen, her devotion making my cock throb anew. A soft slurp echoed in the quiet room. I patted her head, and she looked up at me, pure happiness shining in her eyes.
I yearned to continue, to lose myself in her embrace, but the evening's training session loomed.
"Let's continue tonight, Aunt," I promised, a wicked glint in my eye.
"I'm always ready, Leo," she purred, her voice husky with desire. "Just call your sow whenever you feel like cumming."
"Aunt, you're really naughty," I teased, a grin spreading across my face. "How did you control yourself until now?"
My aunt blushed, a beautiful flush that spread across her chest.
"Now, let's get ready. I'm hungry, Aunt."
"Yes, you've spent too much energy," she said, her eyes trailing down my body. "You need to be full to ravage me tonight."
With that, she began to clean herself. After dressing, she returned to her room. I also went to freshen up.
Once clean, I headed for breakfast. My aunt joined me shortly, and together, we enjoyed our meal.
A part of me craved to have my aunt for breakfast, to indulge in her right there, but I knew my mom couldn't discover our relationship yet. I had a grander vision—to train everyone in this house, to turn it into my personal whorehouse where I could have sex with anyone I desired. All the maids and my aunt were already under my spell. The remaining were the soldiers and my mom.
I mused to myself, "I need to come up with a plan for that. Soldiers can be easily controlled, but Mom... that will take some serious thinking."
After breakfast, I retired to my room, resting for a while as sleep had eluded me the night before. Upon waking, I had lunch and, as was my custom, informed my aunt that I was going out.
My aunt pondered for a moment, and I knew from my mind-reading skill that she wanted to ask about my daily excursions. I placed a finger on her lips, silencing her question. "Don't ask anything. I will tell you about it in due time."
Then, I kissed her cheek and departed.
I arrived at the barren area outside town.
"Let's look at the stats now."
My Current Stats
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Name: Leo
Mana: 4401 (Effect of Sextony +400)
Strength: 10701 (Effect of Sextony +400)
Agility: 10701 (Effect of Sextony +400)
Intelligence: 9601 (Effect of Sextony +400)
Endurance: 10701 (Effect of Sextony +400)
My Skills
Magic Synthesizes: Allows the creation of magic based on imagination. (Level - Max)
Body Manipulation: Allows modifying body shape and parts. (Level - Max)
Mind Reading: Allows one to read the mind of other people. (Level - Max)
Warrior: Grants the physical abilities of a warrior. (Level - 30; level can be increased by rigorous training.)
Sharp Memory: Retains all memories stored from a previous life. (Level - Max)
Sextony: Increases my stats based on those I have sex with, up to a certain percentage. (Level - Max: The greater the difference in stats between me and the person, the fewer stat points I gain. My aunt's stats and mine were somewhat close, increasing all my stats by 400.
Mind Lock: Prevents others from reading my mind. (Level - Max) (Skill granted by the goddess)
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My stats were truly coming along. My mana pool, once pitifully low, was steadily growing, now approaching that of an average female in this world. But most importantly, my physical strength was now on par with my aunt's. I mentally chastised myself for forgetting to check her stats earlier.
Tonight, I would rectify that and formulate my upcoming actions. For now, it was time for training. I began with my physical regimen. My Warrior stats seemed fixed, not upgrading further at the moment.
"I need to check it with my aunt," I mused.
After completing my physical training, I shifted to magical practice. I could now easily wield some mid-tier magic. Once my training was done, I returned home. A small troop stood at my door, an unusual sight.
"What is it? Why is there a commotion at the door?"
Upon entering my house, I saw my aunt in her formal warrior dress. Beside her stood a woman in full armor, her features obscured. She handed my aunt a letter, her voice ringing with authority.
"Report back to the queen within a week."
With that, she and her troop departed. My aunt's face was unreadable. After the commotion settled, I went back to my room.
A soft knock echoed at my door. "Master Leo, may I come inside?" Judging by the voice, it was Sophia.
"Yes, come in," I replied.
"Master Leo, Lady Lily is calling you urgently."
"Okay, I will go."
Following Sophia to my aunt's room, I considered entering without knocking, but the house's tense atmosphere suggested otherwise. I rapped lightly on the door.
"Aunt Lily, it's me, Leo. May I come inside?"
"Yes, come inside," she responded.
I entered the room.
"Close the door," she instructed, her voice grave.
Wow, Aunt is taking the initiative, I thought to myself, though the serious mood was palpable.
"Leo," she began, her voice tinged with regret, "I made a mistake. I told the Queen about you... and your work in bed. Now she is summoning you to join her harem of men."
Oh shit, the Queen... I completely forgot about that letter. She's the most powerful woman in this country. She wants me. I'm fucked. She will eat me alive. I need to think of a plan to overcome this, my mind raced, a cold dread seeping in.
I forced myself to calm down, acting as if I hadn't understood the gravity of her words.
"What about it, Aunt? Me, a member of the queen's harem? How? Why?"
My aunt began to explain the power structure of this world, detailing the Queen's insatiable desires. She described how the Queen would snatch any man with impressive stamina and skill in bed and how she treated her men, stories that sent shivers down my spine.
The first tale she told me was far worse than how my aunt treated my father. Fear coiled in my stomach.
"Aunt, can't something be done?" I pleaded.
After a moment of contemplation, my aunt replied,
"It can be, but Leo, you and our family will be humiliated in court. Our family status will be dismissed. What do we do?"
I sat beside my frustrated aunt, reaching for her hand. "What's more important to you, my dick or our honor? For me, it's my women, Aunt. I don't want to be with the queen. I want to be with my sweet aunt. The honor of the family, I will restore it with my dick in due time. Just believe in me."
My aunt was caught in a dilemma, her eyes searching mine as she weighed her options.
"Honor or dick," I heard her thoughts, her internal conflict laid bare. Without a word, I removed my pants, revealing my hard dick, standing proud in her line of sight.