Ch.285Solution (8)

Llewellyn wondered why his childish mother was suddenly acting this way.

The reasons were complex. Multiple factors were at play. It couldn’t be simplified to just one or two causes.

But several possibilities stood out, all highly plausible.

Indeed, the reasons could be multifaceted.

Llewellyn contemplated all these reasons while feeling blood rushing to his lower body.

The first thing that came to mind was sleep deprivation.

Although it was true that Llewellyn, Ortemilia, and most immortals didn’t require sleep, they still needed such times of rest and recharging.

However, consecutive procedures and divine assistance had left them without even the luxury of sleep, forcing Llewellyn, Ortemilia, and the three elders to spend two days without a moment’s rest.

There had been stress and strain. It was only natural for sexual desire to surge.

But that didn’t mean she would seduce just anyone. Llewellyn thought that, like Isla and Lorian, Ortemilia must have been affected by his charm.

Hadn’t she herself admitted it? That she wasn’t immune to the influence of his charm, and that she felt its effects.

He sensed that those feelings had accumulated into affection, planting the thought that perhaps one time wouldn’t be so bad.

And coupled with that was likely jealousy. Llewellyn knew the main reason blood was rushing to his lower body was because of the Dragon King.

Ortemilia was jealous of that. As she had already mentioned, it was true that Llewellyn had also enjoyed feasting his eyes on her body.

In that sense, Ortemilia’s body possessed a different flavor compared to Melody’s.

Her breasts, larger than Melody’s, were quite substantial for her frame, as if following the growth pattern of the few dragons Llewellyn had met and the being who had created her.

They were just hidden by clothes; on the few occasions when she was undressed, they had been noticeably large in both texture and size.

And that wasn’t all. Llewellyn swallowed as he watched the hand crawling up his chest, that bewitching expression, and those adorable lips.

Ortemilia had a thick tail.

That thick tail was attached where a human’s tailbone would be, and perhaps to support its weight, Ortemilia’s thighs were quite firm and pleasantly thick.

Naturally, her buttocks were also substantial, and her pelvis wasn’t particularly narrow.

Though her body was much smaller than Llewellyn’s, it was still embraceable.

But Llewellyn hesitated.

“No, you essentially called yourself my mother, so this…”

“Isn’t it awkward to talk after you’re already fully aroused?”

“No, that—”

“Besides, what reason is there that you can’t do it with your mother when you’ve already done it with your sister?”

Llewellyn froze in shock. How did she know that?

Sensing Llewellyn’s astonishment, Ortemilia chuckled.

“How could I not know? The way you two make it so obvious, exchanging loving glances…”

Ortemilia’s fingers moved. The fingers that had been kneading his chest traced his jawline, then played with his lips before stopping with a moan.

Pulling her hand down, Llewellyn lowered his posture as she guided him, and Ortemilia held his cheeks, giggling.

“Don’t you want to do it too? You’re always looking at my body like you want to lick it… Don’t you want to find out?”

Her words were incredibly seductive. Llewellyn found another reason there.

Ortemilia had a strong sense of curiosity, and she must have been interested in the act of reproduction as well.

Those with such strong curiosity tended to be that way.

But she didn’t want to be intimate with just anyone.

If possible, she wanted someone she was attracted to, someone with whom physical intimacy would be pleasant rather than unpleasant.

Llewellyn was exactly such a match for her intentions.

Though she could claim to be Llewellyn’s mother in essence, she wasn’t actually his mother, and she had no experience with anyone else.

“Rather, haven’t you been desperate to do it with your mother?”

With a lewd, seductive smile, Ortemilia took Llewellyn’s hand and interlaced their fingers. Llewellyn stared blankly at her, trying to think of an excuse to refuse.

But if Ortemilia knew about Llewellyn and Lucilla’s relationship, he had no excuse. She wasn’t his real mother anyway, so there was no issue.

“I…”

“Or do you not want to do it with me?”

Ortemilia made a slightly sad expression. Llewellyn froze at the sight of that face.

Unconsciously, he held back the words that were about to leave his mouth.

Her expression, gestures, and every action were more than enough to provoke his lust.

Even Llewellyn himself thought inwardly: what reason was there not to do it?

Indeed, there was none.

He might think he didn’t want to in such an unexpected situation, but when had any situation like this not been unexpected?

Llewellyn himself had built-up desires as well.

Normally, Llewellyn would take a woman every night, and his partners included his sister, Isla, and even the small Melody.

He would even do it during the day. His main partner then was Lorian, who would usually use her mouth or hands to relieve him, arguing that it wasn’t proper for a master to walk around aroused.

Llewellyn was paying the price for his usually promiscuous lifestyle. His manhood, already stiff and prominently visible both inside and outside his pants, was now being touched by Ortemilia’s hand.

The caress over his clothes was tantalizing. Llewellyn flinched and looked around. Fortunately, no one was there.

“No, if we’re going to do this, let’s go to a room…”

“Hmm? Would a king care about such things? If you wanted, your entire clan would pretend nothing happened, wouldn’t they?”

“I’m asking you to respect my dignity—”

Llewellyn froze mid-sentence. He felt a hand that had somehow slipped inside his pants.

“Ugh, wait, not here…”

“Hmm? Hmmmm? You say that, but why have you grown so big?”

She asked despite knowing all the reasons. It was because he had viewed the Dragon King’s body and been continuously provoked by Ortemilia, but neither Ortemilia nor Llewellyn cared about that now.

That wasn’t what they needed to focus on at the moment.

Llewellyn recalled those with unusual sexual preferences who enjoyed outdoor activities for the thrill and sense of taboo, and thought he might become one of them.

“You actually like it, don’t you? Having your mother’s small hand rubbing you like this feels good, doesn’t it?”

Laughing softly, Ortemilia pressed against Llewellyn, caressing his manhood inside his pants.

Llewellyn felt his breathing becoming rougher and thought to himself.

Ortemilia was more skilled than he expected.

How? Hadn’t she been inexperienced? Wondering this, Llewellyn looked down at her, and Ortemilia raised her head.

“Would you lower your head so I can kiss you?”

After saying that, when Llewellyn unconsciously lowered his head, she pressed her lips against his.

A unique scent emanated from Ortemilia’s mouth.

An unfamiliar flavor and scent, unlike anything he had tasted before.

Llewellyn soon realized it was a type of poison.

“Ugh…?!”

His manhood reacted. He felt his sensitivity amplifying. Whether it was a type of poison she had synthesized within her body or a potion she had consumed beforehand, he didn’t know.

Llewellyn twisted his waist, feeling his sensitivity increasing.

That wasn’t all. Llewellyn felt a clearly inhuman tongue entering his mouth and entwining with his own.

It was a forked tongue. Not completely split, but a long, plump tongue with a forked tip.

It wrapped around Llewellyn’s tongue. The tongue moved as if wiping the saliva from Llewellyn’s tongue.

After swallowing the saliva she had collected, she exhaled a rough, hot breath into Llewellyn’s throat while continuing to intertwine their tongues and press their lips together.

A sticky desire and skillfulness that seemed impossible for such a small frame.

Llewellyn knew his charm was growing stronger as they became intimate, but he couldn’t stop it.

In fact, he didn’t want to stop it anymore.

And it wasn’t just Llewellyn who had built-up desires.

Until now, he hadn’t known if Ortemilia pleasured herself.

But seeing how her pent-up frustration had led to this explosive desire, she must have done so.

Perhaps she had even used Llewellyn as her “material.”

And now, she found herself in the perfect situation.

There was a suitable manhood right in front of her.

She had affection and curiosity for its owner.

There was no reason to stop. The same was true for Llewellyn.

Every time he saw Ortemilia naked, he had suppressed the desire to embrace her, but now he no longer denied that desire.

Llewellyn pulled down his pants as Ortemilia swallowed and savored his saliva.

After all, Llewellyn too was sexually frustrated and full of desire.

As his manhood emerged from his pants, Ortemilia changed her caressing posture with a slight sense of liberation.

From kneading the glans and stroking with her finger shaped like a ring, she began to stroke the entire length with her tiny hand.

She continued her lewd hand movements while maintaining their dense, sticky, and obscene kiss.

She rubbed the entire shaft, spreading the pre-fluid that dirtied her hand over both her hand and the shaft as she stroked back and forth.

When his manhood twitched due to the heightened sensitivity, she laughed into Llewellyn’s mouth even as they kissed.

The sound of her chuckling was pleasant. It was cute.

In fact, Ortemilia was quite adorable.

Her behavior, face, body, and even her personality.

Her occasional boasting, showing off, and flaunting were endearing traits in a lover.

The fact that she was essentially his mother didn’t matter anymore, especially since he had already been with his sister.

Rather, for Llewellyn who had never had a mother, it was like a spice that added more stimulation.

Llewellyn felt the urge to climax as he received pleasure from his mother’s hand.

With enhanced sensitivity and two days of abstinence, he felt his testicles swelling rapidly.

He could feel semen flowing through his urethra. It would erupt soon. Llewellyn realized this and stiffened his waist, and Ortemilia, who had been kissing him, slightly opened her eyes.

He could feel it. With their faces so close, he could feel her eyelashes brushing against his face.

When Llewellyn also opened his eyes, Ortemilia gently pulled her lips away.

Leaving only her tongue.

Their eyes met. Her seductive, slanted eyes smiled.

Then their tongues intertwined. Her long, plump tongue, seemingly taking the best features of both snake and human, wrapped around Llewellyn’s tongue and stroked it.

When Llewellyn stiffened at the pleasure that seemed to crawl up the back of his head, Ortemilia giggled and whispered.

“Come plenty for mommy’s hand?”

Simultaneously, she gently kneaded his glans.

Llewellyn took that as a signal and ejaculated.

“Ugh, kuk… ut.”

Thick, viscous semen spurted out. The white fluid dripping onto the floor was enough in both quantity and concentration to impregnate a woman and still have some left over.

It was only natural for Ortemilia to look at it with a regretful expression. Llewellyn leaned against the wall, catching his breath.

But the caressing didn’t stop. She continued to stroke Llewellyn’s shaft with her hand stained with semen. She moved her hand back and forth in a squeezing motion, as if trying to extract every last drop.

“Did mommy’s hand feel good?”

She left such a lewd whisper while continuing to milk his shaft, and Llewellyn could only submit to her touch.

With his enhanced sensitivity, his manhood quickly became rigid again, and the remaining semen in his urethra weakly flowed out, falling onto the tiled floor.

“Why are you… so good at this.”

That was all Llewellyn could say. For someone who usually took the lead during intimacy, this was a kind of humiliation.

He was clearly overwhelmed by Ortemilia, who was supposedly a virgin.

For Llewellyn, who already had experience with four partners, it was not just disappointing but shocking. He looked at her, wondering if this was really her first time.

“Well, I’ve been doing it alone while thinking of you lately, so isn’t that why?”

She appeased Llewellyn with words that, as a man, he couldn’t help but respond to.

“…Since when?”

“Since right after you first beat me up?”

So almost from the beginning? No, why from that point?

Llewellyn froze with complex thoughts, and Ortemilia chuckled as she slowly knelt in front of him.

She was short. But as she knelt and slightly raised her knees and waist, her mouth was positioned perfectly in front of Llewellyn’s manhood.

“Your mother has such obscene tastes.”

The breath she blew on his glans was hot. When Llewellyn’s waist trembled, Ortemilia extended her long tongue and licked his glans.

“Being forced into submission by your hand, being beaten, having the deathless body of a necromancer violently handled to remind it of death…”

She pursed her lips around the glans and sucked as if extracting semen.

In response, pre-fluid welled up. A sweet bodily fluid for Ortemilia.

Kneeling before her creation, she whispered coquettishly.

“Grabbing my horns, treating me like a tool, pouring semen down my throat as if to impregnate it… as I longed for such things.”

Ortemilia smiled with a mixture of self-deprecation and sexual desire. She took both of Llewellyn’s hands in hers and gently guided them to her two horns.

“Isn’t it frustrating to always be on the receiving end? How about getting revenge by thrusting deep into your mother’s throat?”

Ortemilia closed her eyes, opened her mouth wide with an “aah,” and stuck out her tongue.

Seeing her eyes curved with happiness, Llewellyn could no longer hold back.

He pulled her horns and thrust his manhood deep into her throat.