Death Deith Boyfriend: Erysichthon Part Two (special preview)

The next few weeks continue on this way. Slowly, I am introduced into the ways of pleasure I used to enjoy. Mother coaxes from me these pleasures bit by bit, reminding me of things I had forgotten with my new life.

One evening as I lay in the cool sheets, my skin still vibrating from all of Mother’s affections, I see her standing by the window. I prop up on my elbows and turn to her.

“What are you doing?” I ask quietly.

“Nothing,” she sighs with a shake of her head. “Just, nothing.” She walks back over to the bed. “Lay back down, you fool, or you’ll be sore come morning.”

“I won’t mind.” I sigh as she lays beside me.

“Oh, you will,” she huffs. “And I don’t want to hear any complaining.”

I chuckle. “Why worry about that? You’ll leave in the morning anyways.”

Mother looks up. “Are you hinting you would want me to stay?” She rises up from the bed and presses her palm against my chest. “Is there a reason I should linger tomorrow?”

I wrap my hand around her wrist. “Are you hinting that you want to stay?” I toss back at her. I sit up and place my fingers under her jaw. “Would you like to linger come morning?”

Mother smirks. “Call me by my name and perhaps I will.”

I tap my fingertips to her lips. “If you won’t confess, then I won’t confess.”

Mother kisses my fingertips. “You really don’t remember my name, do you?” She chuckles. She climbs into my lap, straddling my hips. “That is possibly the rudest thing you’ve done so far.” 

I scoop her closer and hold onto her hips. “You’ve not offered it.”

Mother wraps her arms around my neck between us, her heat beckons to me and my shaft nudges gently against her lips. “I offered it long ago, but I suppose you weren’t listening then.” She ruts herself against me. “You sure you’re ready for this?” She taunts.

I move her forward, my tip slipping past her lips and inching inside her walls. “You’re the one who wants to stay come morning.”

Mother’s expression is pure torture. Her sweet lips hang open as she gasps. My cock splits her, finally deep inside. I arch my hips, pushing up inside her.

“You’re the one who wishes to keep me,” she moans out loud. She grinds her hips, taking more of me. “That might be the most perverted thing of all.”

The smoke from my neck forms a cloud around us. “Talking about yourself?” I snarl as I bounce her in my lap.

Mother lets out a cry, her warm walls cling around me, squeezing me tight yet remaining soft and pliable. “This damned cock,” she moans.

“Then take it out if you don’t want it,” I laugh.

“If I knew how to shut you up, I would!” Mother braces her palms against my shoulders and takes to riding me. She moves in my lap, taking me deep then rising from me. Her gasps and moans sound more enthralled than when my fingers are inside her.

“Keep moving like that,” I groan, keeping my hands locked on her hips. “You feel amazing, Demter.”

Mother squeezes around me, grinding me in place. Her fingers coil around my throat as her dark eyes gaze upon me. “What did you say?” 

“Demter,” I pant “My Demter,” I push her down upon me and arch my hips. I thrust hard up into her, shaking her as her mouth hangs open wide. 

Demter buries her head upon my shoulder and her teeth sink into me. I cry out and, deep inside her, I release. I can hear her breathing, her voice raspy and deep as she regains herself. I slip my hands around her narrow waist as her hair falls from my shoulders.