"Mother… what are you trying to achieve?" she said in a low voice, almost a growl.
The repressed intensity of her voice wasn't directed at him, but it felt that way; guilt fell like an avalanche of distress on his shoulders, and his fearful tongue lost the ability to express itself.
The atmosphere became unbearably silent. Tyris turned her eyes toward her daughter, fixing her gaze on her while manipulating Sunny's hand over her eager vagina. The seconds passed and she didn't respond, earning the impatience of Telle, who furrowed her brow deeper. Her irritation leaked from her more easily now; it wasn't just her eyes radiating annoyance, but her entire posture.
"Mother, you… you've been extremely rude today. More than that… insufferable. Do you think I don't notice what you're trying to do?" She stopped, waiting expectantly for an answer; her mother remained silent, completely indifferent to the demanding, incriminating questions. Tension began to grow between the two; neither backed down from the intense stare, even though Tyris was barely paying attention.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" her voice sounded pained. "I introduce you to my partner and all you do is intimidate him? Don't think I'm so stupid as not to notice; you've been doing everything to make him uncomfortable." She clenched her fists and her breathing began to grow heavier. "You sit him next to you to pressure him, you lean over him to scare him, you use your presence over him and torment him with questions. Why are you doing it?"
'She hasn't noticed,' Sunny thought, quickly feeling the weight on his shoulders lift significantly before a different weight settled on his head.
He had given up the struggle to free his arm; helpless, he let it go limp. His captor didn't care in the slightest. Sunny swallowed again—what little saliva remained in his mouth—as a heat even greater than what he already felt with his hand trapped in Tyris's groin hit him. The intense heat was accompanied by an even greater softness, as well as complete moisture; Tyris had grabbed two of Sunny's limp fingers and without any hesitation began to rub her own entrance with them before slowly inserting them, all while keeping her gaze fixed on Telle.
Sunny's fingers melted inside her soaked cavity; the fingers were suppressed by the oppressive walls that clung to the intruding digits possessively.
"Aren't you going to answer me?" Telle huffed without breaking her intense gaze from her silent mother. She expected at least a reaction, an excuse, or anything, but her wait only met with deep disappointment and pain. Tyris averted her gaze from Telle, completely uninterested, as if she hadn't even heard her.
"Hey!" She raised her voice, but her shout had no effect on her mother. She scowled and prepared to raise her voice again; she had put up with her mother's strange and unacceptable behavior long enough for today. She might have endured it longer if the victim of her outbursts hadn't been her boyfriend, the first she'd ever had. Her eyes went to Sunny, visibly uncomfortable—more than that, tormented; as she looked at him, her urge to start an argument paused, but didn't disappear.
Her expression softened a bit and she let out a sigh. "Sunny, come here, with me," she said in a tone opposite to the one she had used moments before; it was sweet and compassionate.
The call was like a light in the darkness for Sunny, who didn't know how to escape the place he had gotten into, where every passing moment he descended further, with no apparent return, toward a terrible place. He wasn't going to think twice; however, he had no way to stand up without revealing everything that had happened right in front of her. His muscles, which had tensed to stand up, slackened in surrender.
Tyris, sensing the slight attempt to flee, tightened her grip on him, wrapping both arms around Sunny's captured arm, pulling him toward herself. Sunny nearly fell onto her from the sudden jolt; his side, which was already actively brushing and touching Tyris, was now pressed against her, and he could feel her accentuated curves firsthand. His captor didn't even bother to look at either of them; she seemed disconnected, yet proved otherwise after the quick tug, pinning him down as if she had dropped an anchor.
"Mother?!" Telle's voice jumped.
Sunny saw Telle's expression, bewildered and with a spark of rage that was beginning to turn into a fire with every passing moment. He saw all this with alarm, foreseeing that everything would be ruined more than it already was. Everything slowed down and his mind began to work faster. In brief moments, less than a blink, he reviewed and devised dozens of ideas only to discard them; he had to act right now. After using all his mental capacity and squeezing every possibility in an instant, an idea finally appeared; he felt stupid for not having thought of it from the start.
He took a quick breath and looked at Telle with as much calm as he could muster. "Do you trust me?" he managed to say before the flames of anger could fully ignite in her. His words stopped her with immediate effect; she paused, blinked once, and turned toward Sunny, looking at him in confusion.
"What?"
"Do you trust me?" he repeated with the same unreliable calm.
Everything for Telle stopped for an instant before starting again.
"Yes, I do," she answered firmly.
"Then, don't do anything, please. I know it will be hard, but ignore everything that has happened. Let's continue with dinner." His voice wavered toward the end.
The only noise he heard was that of his own agitated pulse, waiting for the answer. After a tense second that felt like an eternal silence, Telle's lips parted.
"But... fine…" she said in a low but audible voice. Accepting grudgingly, she crossed her arms and looked at the table with a scowl.
A heavy block fell from Sunny's chest, making him feel lighter. He looked at the woman beside him who was clinging to him so firmly. He had avoided the imminent disaster, but the threat was still there, insidiously. He took another short moment to think, having more or less decided on a plan of action. He could no longer keep acting as he went, trying to adapt; he already saw that if he didn't fight back, things wouldn't end well. He took one last breath before manifesting his terrible decision.
His captive fingers inside Tyris tensed and then shot out in a precise movement, dilating her walls; in response, she gave a small start and her legs, in a spasm, contracted. Even so, her face remained impassive.
The only solution Sunny found was to strike back.
The swollen and dripping mound began to be exploited by the rebellious fingers. Tyris tensed her shoulders and resisted the urge to arch her back; the glass in her hand cracked, letting the precious liquid leak through the fissures. The attacking hand was soon completely soaked; his movements were so precise and efficient they seemed like a dance of fingers. The inherent wet noises and clicks were reduced to a minimum.
The constant and determined exploration of her cavity quickly had Tyris on the verge of climax; she had been since they sat down, piling stimuli upon stimuli that left her eager for release. Sunny, through his fingers exploring her interior, felt the spasms within her, signaling the coming climax; with resolve, he mercilessly attacked her interior, rubbing the velvety cavity harshly. The climax arrived when his fingers suffered enormous pressure that seemed to want to crush them. Acting with a cold head, or at least anticipating disasters, he immediately pressed his palm against the mound, suppressing the release of liquids and the noise it would have caused.
Tyris's lower half trembled uncontrollably; the climax hit her with overwhelming clarity. For a moment, everything went white for her. Her grip on Sunny loosened; at that instant, abruptly, the fingers inhabiting her interior pulled out sharply, causing more liquids to flow from her intimacy.
She lost her steadiness momentarily and leaned forward; her jaw went slack and thick lines of the content she had kept with such satisfaction leaked from her fixed lips. It took her a second to recover, but that second was enough to draw attention and reveal the mess. She looked up and in front of her was Telle, watching her with an intense yet curious gaze; she wasn't looking her in the eye, she was looking at her lips.
In that instant, she noticed the leakage: the precious seed falling down her chin. But instead of feeling alarmed, she strangely felt nothing other than an urgency at being discovered by her daughter; something inside her switched off and something else switched on.
"What is that?" Telle asked, bewildered.
Sunny, who had recovered his arm, took advantage of his captor's moment of weakness to drag himself at least a few chair-pushes away from her. Hearing Telle's voice, he first looked toward her and then toward Tyris; there his eyes widened in dismay. On impulse, he grabbed a handful of napkins with his dry hand and quickly moved them toward Tyris's lips.
But just as he was about to desperately wipe them, his hand was caught with a force even greater than that with which he had been held moments before. Tyris stopped looking at Telle and turned toward him slowly, without any haste. With that same calm, they moved, in no hurry to reach their destination. Tyris's expressionless gaze rested on Sunny's racing eyes. Leaning on her grip on Sunny, Tyris dragged the chair until it was pressed against his body once more; there was almost no space between the two. The proximity caused an urgency in Tyris that was impossible to ignore; the heat spread from her center throughout her body. With no intention of enduring it any longer, she acted as her body commanded.
Glug.
In the silent room, a clear and audible sound of a throat swallowing was heard. The bulge in her cheeks disappeared and her throat moved, letting the content of her mouth pass into her stomach. Although Tyris showed no emotion in her amber-gold eyes, Sunny could feel something deeper within them. Tyris's slippery tongue emerged from her lips and she ran it over where the precious nectar had escaped, hurriedly gathering every trace of seed.
With one last lick of her lips, she rescued all the semen, returned it to where it should be, and swallowed audibly again. After a moment of stillness, her lips slowly parted; as she opened her mouth, she stuck her tongue out from within her cavity, showing that she hadn't left a single drop.
She brought a hand to her stomach, rubbing it as if she were full. "Thank you very much," she said in a whisper, yet audible to everyone.
She took the napkins from Sunny's hand, not before giving him a fleeting caress loaded with intent. She wiped the traces of saliva from her lips and set the papers aside on the table.
The weight Sunny felt in his chest dropped to his legs, making him fall clumsily into the chair.
"What is going on?" Telle's voice growled, trembling, with a hint of fear in it.
"What could be going on?" Tyris finally spoke, after so much time tasting her food.
"S-something is wrong here." Her small voice began to fill with a combination of emotions. "What was that, m-mother?" The last word came from her chest with immense feeling.
Tyris brought the cracked glass to her lips, drinking greedily from it. "What could it be? What are you talking about?" she asked normally, setting the glass on the table.
As before, Telle stood up; this time not abruptly. Calmly, she pushed the chair back in a perhaps resigned way. "I don't know what's wrong with you, but you are not well... I don't want to put up with this anymore," she announced, shaking her head.
"I won't stand for you humiliating my partner any longer. This… this was enough… Sunny." She turned to look at her boyfriend; her lips inevitably curved into a pained smile. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be here anymore. I know you don't either. There's nothing more to do here, let's go..."
"When are you going to stop being so annoying? Can you shut up?" Tyris's voice sounded like a thunderclap in the room, leaving it as silent as a desert. She reached for one of the expensive bottles on the table, uncorked it, and desperately brought it to her lips; she drank as if her life depended on it.
Two pairs of astonished eyes watched her drink the entire bottle in a single draught. The bottle fell to one side, straight to the floor, shattering into dozens of pieces. Tyris remained absorbed in the sensation of burning and dizziness, feeling as if she were in the clouds for a small moment before turning to look at her daughter.
"You… where did you come from, being so promiscuous?" Her voice sounded vaguely thick; it was a familiar voice yet different at the same time. "You… sleep with the first… boy you see, don't you?" She took constant pauses to breathe. "I can't let… that keep happening… he's a pervert, I'll prove it to you... right here."
Sunny, who had been as stunned as Telle watching Tyris's unprecedented behavior, suddenly felt a force grab him by the shoulders and yank him. A sharp, repellent stench of alcohol hit his nose and mouth as his lips collided abruptly with others that were extremely soft. A tongue invaded his mouth; another wave of shock washed over him. He had lost count of how many times he had been paralyzed tonight, but this was the most overwhelming.
Tyris pressed herself harder against Sunny, rubbing her chest against him. Her hands on his shoulders couldn't stay still: they explored his body, stroking his covered chest, while her other hand gripped his hair to deepen the kiss. Her body burned in waves of ecstasy; his mind went blank, forgetting everything else. She pulled Sunny in with more force; with every passing second, the kiss increased in intensity, just as her curious hands continued their exploration.
"HYYYAAAA!"
She wasn't going to stop for anything in the world, but suddenly a scream followed by a concentrated force snapped her out of her trance. Her hungry, desperate lips were torn away from her precious, and she fell to the floor along with her chair.
Sunny fell beside her, his eyes wide, unable to properly process what was happening. A tug pulled him into arms that enveloped him in deep warmth.
"Sunny! Sunny!" The call came out trembling. Telle held her boyfriend with shaky strength; her face was stained with small tears that began to fall down her beautiful features. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! I should never have brought you here! Let's go, let's go now!" Without wasting time, she pulled at Sunny again, urging him to get up. Sunny looked at Telle for a few seconds, still confused, until looking into her tearful eyes made everything click back into place with sudden speed. Regaining his lucidity, he gave a soft nod.
He tried to stand, but failed when a yank on his leg dragged him away from Telle. By instinct, he looked down in alarm; there was Tyris, clutching his heel with a grip that seemed immovable. With her other hand, she caressed her cheek right where she had received a direct blow from Telle.
She looked up at the two lovers, focusing especially on her daughter. A strange emotion was born within her, as if she were in a competition; but as this feeling grew, so did a natural need to protect her. This latter sensation dwindled more and more, consumed by the former. She forgot the motive or reason for that protective feeling; she vaguely deduced it once had a purpose, but right now it was irrelevant. In her memory, the only thing that remained was the dinner and how this girl was interfering with the pretty boy she had found; not only that, she knew the girl wanted to take him away, clinging to him like a little vixen.
Any maternal feeling died; she felt nothing for the girl but rejection. She was looking at a rival—more than that, a threat. She yanked Sunny again, reclaiming what she desired.
"Wait, please!" Sunny cried out, trying to use his hands and free leg for traction, failing to exert even the slightest resistance; his cries fell on deaf ears.
Tyris lunged at him as soon as he was in range, like a lion upon its prey; but before her hands hit the floor, leaving Sunny with no escape, the boy beneath her disappeared, leaving behind only a soft breeze. By the time she realized it, her precious treat was gone.
Telle hadn't stood idly by. Acting quickly, she grabbed Sunny's hands and pulled, rescuing him from the claws of his predator; he now lay pressed against her again, resting between Telle's thighs and chest.
Rage boiled over in Tyris. In a swift motion, she reached out again to grab Sunny's legs, but unlike before, her treat wasn't at her feet as she wanted.
Sunny held onto the floor as best he could while Telle also pulled, trying to keep him from being taken again. When the first yank proved ineffective, the pressure Tyris exerted on his ankles intensified until it forced a wince of pain from him. Then his legs suffered a jolt of transcendent strength; he was pulled again, but this time Telle came with him, using all her strength to dig her feet into the floor and resist the force dragging them. She gripped Sunny's wrists and pulled with everything she had.
"Let him go!" Telle screamed with effort.
Due to the two opposing forces, Sunny was suspended in the air, being stretched; pain soon flared as he felt the bones of his limbs threaten to separate. All he could do was start to writhe, waving his hands and legs in protest like a frightened worm. "Hey! Heyyy!" he shouted in desperation.
Telle tried to resist her mother's power with all her might, using every muscle fiber in her body.
"Witch!" she screamed as she was dragged.
"Harpy," her mother replied in a monotonous tone.
"Stop, stop! AHHH!" His pitiful cry of pain broke out at the end when Tyris yanked even harder. Both Sunny and Telle were sent flying forward from the disproportionate force.
Telle rolled to one side, letting go of Sunny's hands; she slammed into a wall that stopped her cold. She recovered instantly, lifting her head and scanning the room; she quickly spotted him and saw with horror and rage how her mother was grabbing Sunny by the neck, intending to join their lips again.
She gritted her teeth and furrowed her brow. She sent a current of essence into her new bracelet, which deformed into an elegant sword in her hand. Gripping it with fury, she aimed at her mother. She channeled as much essence as she could and didn't hesitate for a single second; a great bolt of lightning shot from the blade, reaching its target in less than a heartbeat.
The bolt struck its target head-on. In the ensuing chaos, smoke rose, forming a grayish veil that hid the silhouettes of both. The smoke screen didn't last another second; a strong gust of wind dissipated it completely, revealing her mother's figure, which hadn't moved an inch.
But something had changed.
Tyris slowly looked down at herself. Her beloved dress was scorched and burned, her entire side ruined beyond repair; her abundant breasts were left exposed. The dress only stayed in place thanks to a miraculous thread that hadn't yet given way around her hip. She stood stunned, staring at herself.
Taking advantage of the moment, Sunny slipped away from Tyris's firm and possessive hands. The bolt hadn't even touched him; he praised Telle for that in his mind, but there were more important matters to attend to. 'What the fuck is happening? Seriously, I can't take any more. No, I can't.'
Confusion still clouded his mind. He could have easily escaped, but the absurdity of what was occurring had him dazed; regardless, he was grateful for his own inaction. The situation had reached a point beyond critical—catastrophic, apocalyptic. Not even in his worst premonitions could he have imagined things would end like this. He needed to leave now, but he quickly encountered the same dilemma as before.
'I am Master Sunless... I'm not supposed to be able to effectively escape a Saint, much less stand up to one.'
Despite the urge to use his strength, he stopped. If he used it in front of Tyris, who had already shown she wouldn't leave him in peace, and if he used any ability that could link him to the Lord of Shadows in the future, everything would go down the drain. He wouldn't fight Tyris, but he also had to get Telle out of here. 'Shit, shit, damnation, goddammit.'
In the midst of his indecision, a current of air passed by him. When he looked up, there was no one in front of him. He opened his eyes in panic and turned to where Telle was: there was Tyris, lifting her by the collar of her dress. In her other hand was a half-empty bottle of wine that had fallen during the commotion.
"That's enough," she murmured. Then she jammed the bottle between Telle's lips. Telle's eyes went wide as she writhed under her mother's grip; she tried to push or strike her in desperation, but her mother didn't even flinch. The liquid passed through her mouth and down her throat; the burn dominated her palate. The liquid forced its way down until nothing was left.
Tyris loosened her grip and let Telle fall, but barely an instant after releasing her, a black blur passed in front of her, taking Telle with it.
"Telle! Hey! Are you okay?!" Sunny raised his voice, shaking Telle's shoulders, who slowly lifted her head. Her gaze was lost, and her expression was totally relaxed, devoid of strength.
"I don't... I don't want those olives... the kitten wants them... the white curtains... damn Naevis." Telle's slurred, faint voice died out as she spoke incoherently; her head fell back, unconscious.
"Hey!" He shook the girl again, patted her face, but at that moment, Telle was completely disconnected.
The sound of footsteps resonated behind him, getting closer. "This time, I don't think there will be any interruptions."
Sunny turned around. Above him, Tyris's figure loomed, casting her shadow. Her milky breasts were completely free, enormous yet firm; her erotic figure did nothing but make his hair stand on end. He hugged Telle against his chest and scowled. He had had enough; there was no situation left to rescue; all that remained was to guard the precious thing in his arms. He looked at the threatening woman with a tense face, stained with annoyance.
They both stood still in a gaze that seemed eternal but actually only lasted a few seconds.
"Please, Sunny, don't look at me like that... Isn't it for me that you came? You're still looking at me; you don't have to pretend anymore." Tyris took small steps in his direction, getting closer and closer; with every step she took, her groin leaked, hitting the floor.
"I came for Telle... and only for Telle. I don't know what's going through your head, but you are not well... Do you see what you're doing? You're attacking your daughter. What kind of mother are you?" he said with venom in his voice.
His harsh words stopped Tyris's advance. Silence settled between them; they stared at each other, alert to every movement. Sunny prepared to bolt or use Shadow Step in the worst-case scenario; Telle's safety was above all else. Sharpening his senses, the only noise to be heard was that of the drops falling from Tyris's thighs, becoming more frequent.
"Sunny… I have to tell you something." Her breathing became deeper and heavier. The small pause caught Sunny's attention further. "I admit it, you're not a pervert; you've proven it to me. I was wrong about you; you're a decent boy."
The air around him fluctuated strangely, feeling like it was caressing him. His gaze only tightened further in response.
"You're more than decent. A good boy, so good, so… cute, Sunny. Do you like my daughter that much? She's a pretty girl, I know. Even so, I can't help but think... you and I... wouldn't you like it?"
Her slurred words, filled with constant pauses, came out with increasing difficulty; she had to stop to breathe, leaving the ending implied.
Sunny hugged Telle tighter and pushed himself back with his legs. "I adore Telle, I'm sorry. But I don't like the smell of alcohol, and I don't think you even know what you're saying. I have never had those kinds of intentions with you, Saint Tyris."
Tyris's right hand moved up to her chest, squeezing it right over her heart. "You… you truly are a very good boy… I'm so sorry, Sunny, but I can't let you go just like that... I'm not willing. In this dinner, you've made me feel more than any night of drinking ever has." Despite her lack of expression, a hint of weariness somehow manifested in her voice. She took another step, closing the distance between them.
"I haven't done anything with the intentions you think."
"I know, that's what puzzles me. You've done nothing but endure, but something about you makes me want you to keep me company… Sunny, Sunny."
Leaving patience aside, Tyris quickened her pace and approached threateningly. She dropped to her knees, positioning herself at Sunny's level, who instinctively backed away; despite how tense he was, he felt no threat.
"I've felt lonely, very, very lonely since…". Her voice lost strength again toward the end. She crawled, swaying her hips provocatively, getting closer to Sunny. "I'm not going to let you go. However, I can offer you something more... if you stay with me today, I will give you my blessing."
She took another moment to breathe while trying to climb on top of Sunny with Telle still in the middle.
"You can date my daughter as much as you like; sleep with her as much as you want. If you want to take her away, do it... if she gives you trouble, yell at her, hit her, whatever you want, I don't care... If she tries to get away from you, I'll force her to stay with you. But today, just today... give me a night of comfort."
Sunny's expression shifted from tension to one of dismay and rejection.
"Do you know how bad a time I've had since I was left alone? Do you have any idea what loneliness does to a woman? I think you've already seen it…".
With every advance Tyris made, Sunny backed away, only stopping when he hit a wall; it was a corner wall. He scanned the sides looking for an exit, but only Tyris was in his vision.
All the atrocious declarations left him horrified; his mouth trembled, trying to articulate words. "You're not well... you're crazy."
"I'm trying to do this the nice way. I'm only asking you for today; I won't bother you again after...". She looked down at the vulnerable, unconscious girl. "She doesn't have to know." Tyris's breasts dragged over Telle's back, all in view of Sunny, who couldn't help but look at them indiscreetly. Her relentless advance only stopped when their faces were just centimeters apart.
"Could you do that favor for this lonely lady?"
The repellent breath made him want to pull back, but his head was already against the wall; he was between a rock and a hard place. The proximity was such that he could perfectly hear Tyris's racing heartbeat. Seconds passed and his head began to ache with a familiar pain. He would prefer not to answer; if he didn't, he didn't know how things might go. Regardless, he couldn't help it.
His lips tried to stay sealed, but his Flaw finally released them.
"I could…" he murmured.
As soon as he finished his reluctant confession, his lips were taken with desperate impulse. He widened his eyes at the suddenness; the alcohol-soaked lips made his whole mouth sting at the first contact. He raised his hands to push Tyris back, but the measure wasn't necessary: as quickly as it came, the kiss was gone. His assailant pulled back but didn't take her eye off him. She stood up, turned around, and, both hurriedly and clumsily, walked to the table where they had been eating. She grabbed the tablecloth and yanked it; both the cloth and the things on the table went flying somewhere Tyris didn't care about in the least. With the way clear, she sat on the table.
She turned to Sunny, sending new waves of caresses through the wind.
"Come," she begged.
Her words carried an invisible emotion; they pierced Sunny, who still felt conflicted. The mere thought of continuing with this made his stomach sink. There on the floor, being called by Tyris, he still hadn't made a decision. The urgency to choose a path was imminent: if he accepted the proposal, it was likely she wouldn't keep the promise; he knew she might not even remember it after returning to her senses. But it was either yielding to her promises or unleashing chaos in both his life and Telle's.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed bitterly. His eyes scanned the room one last time, hoping there was something—anything—that would solve it all; but as he had known from the start, nothing would help him. He let out an annoyed huff; he was sick of yielding and bowing his head, waiting for mercy, completely at the whim of this woman.
He looked down at Telle, sleeping on his chest. Another possibility was that Tyris would eventually reveal everything anyway, and his relationship would be shattered beyond repair; but on the other hand, if he fled with her, everything could be even worse. He bit his lip hard and closed his eyes.
'Can't anything be easy? I always have to get into complicated situations, huh?... To hell with it all, I'm sick of it.'
He took one last look at Telle, who was drooling on his chest; a pang of pain pierced his heart. He grabbed her by the shoulders carefully and laid her on the floor on her back. Even with her hair messy and her clothes dirty from being dragged, she looked beautiful. He leaned into her ear and spoke softly.
"I'm so sorry. I love you," he whispered. He wanted to kiss those pretty cheeks, but he felt unworthy. He stood up and turned resignedly toward Tyris's figure; with unrecognizable emotions, she was waiting for him.
He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brow. His dark eyes flashed with annoyance and helplessness; swallowing what remained of his hesitation, he walked toward his destination.
"Is that a yes?"
Sunny stopped for a moment at the question. His mouth tasted bitter, but he forced himself to swallow the bitterness. He remembered how indebted he was to this person; regardless of her current state, he felt a debt to her. The image of a dignified woman, one he had come to appreciate, appeared in his mind—completely incompatible with the woman in front of him.
He took a heavy breath; he had made a decision. In honor of Saint Tyris, he would do a favor for this woman who had nothing to do with her. Thus, though with pain and discomfort, he would say goodbye once and for all to the image of Saint Tyris, as well as his emotional debt.
"Yes," he growled, resuming his walk.
A wind blew over him, warm and soft.
"I'm very glad," she confessed, looking him in the eye. Her legs, pressed and closed, relaxed and erotically began to separate; the cold air began to slip between her full thighs until her entire moist groin was exposed. "I would like you to return the favor from before, please."
Sunny, standing in front of Tyris, clenched his fists and knelt, bringing his face level with the table, as well as level with her swollen intimacy. He saw the liquids falling without stopping; he let out a resigned sigh that hid something more.
He approached with patient slowness toward the mound overflowing with fluids. His breath hit the sensitive surface of her sex; it was so flushed it seemed irritated, though it was quite the opposite. Just the gentle caress of his breath was enough to cause a small spasm in the desperate woman. Her intimacy began to secrete more and more liquid, eager for action.
Sunny closed his eyes and sighed mentally: 'Don't keep a lady waiting.'
He opened his mouth as if to take a bite and pressed his face against the soaked surface, sealing his lips around it. An immediate tremor shook Tyris as soon as he placed his lips on her; his face was fully submerged in her groin when the two large thighs around him pressed against his head.
He didn't stop there. Ignoring the pressure on his head, he made a small suction, creating a vacuum in his mouth; then, using his tongue, he licked the entire sensitive surface he clung to, mixing his saliva and Tyris's juices in his mouth. A new force gripped his head: Tyris's hand, clutching his hair.
"Very… good." Her voice was as expressionless as always, only with the difference that the slurredness was gone, leaving only the difficulty in articulating words.
He ran his tongue through the folds, playing with them. He pulled back, breaking the vacuum with a wet pop, only to rub his face against her again; this time using his tongue to force his way through her lips, subtly penetrating the softness of her velvety interior. He flicked his tongue out occasionally just to caress the surface. He looked up; Tyris's breasts trembled and moved as a result of her spasms. Her stone face remained impassive despite her body screaming with pleasure; it reminded him of a certain familiar shadow.
It was in that fraction of lost attention that Tyris's body arched against the table, supported only by her two trembling arms. A jet of liquid hit his face, which had nowhere to escape. The legs imprisoning him weakened, letting him free; he pulled back, confused.
'What? So fast? It's been less than thirty seconds.' He blinked for a few moments before needing to back away when, abruptly, Tyris climbed down from the table.
Her legs trembled, and she had to steady herself on the wood, but that tremor quickly vanished completely. She looked up at Sunny.
"That's enough… I've realized I don't want to wait any longer."
Tyris's eyes dropped to a certain lower part of Sunny's body. "I see you don't either," she said, noting the bulge in his pants. She stared at it, licking her lips. She approached him at a slow pace, stopping in front; at that moment, the height difference was noticeable, as she stood at least half a head taller. But this fact lost importance as she felt her interior burning with need. She reached out, grabbing Sunny's wrist urgently, and brought it to one of her bare breasts; the invited hand began to squeeze and massage the softness of her bust without delay.
"I'll ask you again: do you like my breasts, Sunny?"
"I suppose I do," he replied without taking his eyes off the abundant breasts he was massaging.
"Answer me correctly."
"Yes, I like them, Saint Tyris."
"Whose are better... mine or my daughter's?"
"Yours..." His face darkened as he confessed.
"You have no idea how much happiness you give me, oh, Sunny...". Raising her other hand, she caressed the side of his face as if it were something precious. "No more 'Saint Tyris'. Drop that. Tell me... call me Sunshine, please. It's even similar to what they call you, isn't it a good fit?"
Tyris's hand tensed as she held his face; she moved her fingers toward his lips, caressing them with her thumb.
"I think they match... Sunshine." It cost Sunny a great deal to say the last word.
As soon as he finished pronouncing the nickname, he was pulled into a strong hug; one so powerful it made his vertebrae want to separate. Fortunately, the pressure lasted only a short time, but after being released, his lips were taken with the newness that his mouth was now invaded by an urgent and desperate tongue. Now the stench of alcohol completely flooded his palate; he didn't like this sensation, not just because of the alcohol, but because of the feeling of having no will of his own.
Tyris pulled away from his lips with a string of saliva connecting them. With her other hand, she gripped the other side of Sunny's face.
"I want you to touch me. All of me." As soon as she finished saying that, she lunged to take Sunny's lips once more, only to pull away again. "When you have nothing left to touch, just touch me deeper...". She stuck out her tongue and began to lick the side of his cheek, like a puppy in need of attention.
Sunny, for his part, could do nothing but swallow at how overwhelming this needy woman was. Her outburst ended when she again gave him a sequence of short but intense kisses on the lips. Tyris pulled away and let out a heavy exhalation.
"You wouldn't happen to be satisfied with just that, would you... Sunshine?"
The air around them became thicker and hotter, almost tangible.
"Let's go."
In less than a heartbeat, Sunny had been grabbed by the lapel. Tyris turned around and began to walk. Sunny nearly tripped from the pull and was forced to follow her. Tyris's pace was fast, hurried. He immediately matched her speed; he wasn't the one dictating the path, so he only stayed expectant and attentive to keep the rhythm. With his only view being the back of this woman, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over her swaying and generous backside.
He swallowed, unable to focus on his surroundings; the hypnotic sway of her hips took his attention against his will. He didn't notice which door they passed through or where they were going, only realizing the change in environment when they were no longer in the modest dining room. Now they were in the bedroom corridors—cold, empty, and poorly lit halls.
The only thing illuminating their walk was the passion of a lonely mother.