C**Chapter 8 – "Kingmaker"**
Morning light bled through the half-open blinds, painting golden stripes across the tangled sheets and bare skin scattered over Gaurav's bed. He stirred slowly, muscles aching in that delicious way—like every inch of him had been *used*, claimed, reborn.
He blinked groggily… then froze.
Warmth surrounded him.
Wet heat. Rhythm. Pressure.
His breath hitched as sensation slammed into his still-sleeping nerves—too real to be a dream, too perfect to be true.
There she was.
Bulbal knelt between his legs, her lips wrapped around the base of his cock, eyes closed in quiet worship as if he were some forbidden god she'd devoted herself to. Her dark hair fell forward like a curtain shielding them both from reality—a world where mother and son weren't supposed to look at each other like *this.*
But they weren't just mother and son anymore…
They were predator and prey.
Lover and lover.
Sinner… and sinner's salvation?
"Mom…" he moaned lowly—not protest but reverence—as one hand instinctively reached for her head. His fingers curled gently into her hair not pulling but feeling—the texture soft against his knuckles—as pleasure coiled deeper inside him than any emotion dared follow.
She didn't stop.
Didn't even open her eyes.
Just kept moving—sucking with slow mastery—one hand cupping beneath while the other massaged lightly along the shaft—the kind of touch only experience could teach.
And damn… she was good at it now too.
Not hesitant like last night when everything began with trembling hands and whispered guilt…
No.
Now?
She owned this act like an artist owns their brushstroke: confident… precise... dangerous even in tenderness…
Gaurav arched up slightly off the bed when she took more again—her nose brushing against his stomach—and let out a choked gasp as waves crashed behind closed eyelids before whispering hoarsely,
"Going... I'm going—I can't hold—I'm gonna…"
But Bulbal didn't pull away.
Instead—
She took all of him down until nothing remained outside except her fist tightening gently near base—
Then swallowed hard around climax...
Milking every pulse without mercy or shame...
Only power exchanged silently between them:
*You belong to me.*
*I let you come.*
And just like that—he did—with long shudders tearing through bone-deep exhaustion replaced by ecstasy so raw tears pricked corners of eyes no boy should ever cry during something so animalistic—but human anyway somehow…
When it ended?
Silence returned once more—but heavier now—with breath returning slower than heartbeat beneath sweat-cool sheets clinging stubbornly back together again despite attempts made earlier trying desperately apart never truly separate anyway maybe since birth already always tied tighter knotting tighter rope binding souls longer story begun somewhere before Chapter One ever written words down ink blood lust fate?
Bulbal finally pulled off slowly—with one final suck that made Gaurav whimper—and wiped mouth lazily with backhand smirk spreading wide knowing full well what destruction left behind wasn't physical alone but emotional warzone battlefield won twice over first time yesterday tonight forever starting new chapter unwritten rules rewritten laws broken hearts yet unshattered future burning bright dark horizon ahead
Then without saying anything?
She stood up straightened clothes walked out room leaving only echo footsteps fading distant hallway sounds waking house beginning normal routine pretend nothing happened act usual role loving mom responsible parent perfect lie wearing mask better fit face underneath truth buried deep under layers deception lies self-loathing desire masquerading control power games played chessboard heart neither side win end lose equally damaged equally addicted equally trapped circle vicious repeating endless unless escape possible freedom exists beyond mirror reflection saw himself different person yesterday younger naive innocent ignorant bliss ignorant fool blindfold removed now see clearly path laid forward paved stone fire passion ambition hunger something greater waiting grasp destiny knock door already cracked open welcome enter bold step move toward unknown territory claim name title honor earned gift given right birthright inheritance passed generation father gave mother denied stolen redefined reborn flame phoenix rising ashes past become Kingmaker
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