A few days later, Mara is sunbathing

The Raven's Submission

The afternoon sun blazed overhead, casting golden light across the backyard patio where Mara lay sprawled on a lounge chair, her tanned skin glistening with sweat.

"Hmmmm..."

The pale vixen had rolled onto her stomach, the strings of her tiny black bikini barely containing the swell of her J-cup breasts as they pressed against the cushioned surface. The scent of coconut oil and saltwater clung to her skin, mixing with the heady musk of her arousal—an arousal she desperately tried to ignore.

Ettore’s shadow fell over her before she even heard his footsteps.

"You’re burning, girl," he murmured, the old bastard's deep baritone rough with the undercurrent of Nero’s demonic influence. His hazel eyes—glowing faintly in the daylight—raked over her exposed back, lingering on the curve of her ass where her bikini bottoms dug into plush flesh.

Mara tensed, her lithe fingers curling into the lounge chair. "I’m fine," she said, the young woman's soft contralto tight. "No thank you."

Ettore chuckled, low and dark, as he pulled a blue bottle from his back pocket. "It’s for your own good."

Before she could protest again, cold liquid splashed against her back, making the voluptuous beauty gasp. Thick, slick oil dripped down her spine, pooling in the dip of her lower back before Ettore’s calloused hands spread it across her skin.

"N-No—" Mara’s protest died in her throat as her boyfriend's dad palms slid over her shoulders, kneading the tension from her muscles with a firmness that bordered on punishing.

"Nnnngh!"

Zeno was watching.

She could feel it.

"O-Ohmygod..."

The thought sent a traitorous thrill down her spine.

Ettore’s hands moved lower, his thumbs pressing into the dimples above her huge ass, his gnarled fingers digging into the soft flesh. A whimper escaped Mara’s luscious lips as the lecherous man's touch lingered, his grip tightening just enough to make her pulse spike.

"So fucking soft," Ettore growled, his voice layered with Nero’s hypnotic corruption. "My son doesn’t appreciate what he has."

Mara’s breath hitched, her cunt clenching around nothing as the dirty bastard's hands drifted lower, squeezing her fat ass with possessive intent.

"Nnnnngh!!"

No. What happened in the previous days was an exception, she couldn't allow this any longer.

"W-Wait, this is not appro-"

It was too much.

She twisted, trying to pull away, but Ettore’s grip was iron.

"Roll over," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Mara’s heart hammered against her ribs.

Zeno was watching.

Zeno wanted this.

Right?

"Fuck..."

With a shaky breath, she obeyed, rolling onto her back and baring herself to Ettore’s hungry gaze. The old geezer's eyes darkened as they raked over the curvy beauty's oil-slicked body, lingering on the swell of her massive tits where her bikini top struggled to contain them.

"Good girl," he murmured, his hands returning to her tanned skin, spreading more oil across the young woman's collarbone, her stomach, her voluptuous thighs.

Mara squeezed her eyes shut, the pale vixen's manicure nails digging into the lounge chair as his fingers brushed the inside of her thigh, achingly close to where she burned for him.

"D-Don’t—"

Ettore ignored her, his hands roaming with deliberate slowness, teasing her, testing the boundaries again.

And then—

A sound.

The creak of the window sliding open.

Mara’s eyes snapped open, meeting Zeno’s dark gaze from where he watched inside.

His lips curved into a smile.

Approving.

Encouraging.

Her stomach twisted.

This was what he wanted.

Ettore’s hands tightened on her thighs, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her soaked bikini bottoms.

"You’re dripping, girl," he murmured, his voice thick with amusement. "You want this just as much as we do."

Mara’s cheeks burned, her denial dying on her lips as Ettore’s fingers hooked into the side of her bikini bottoms, tugging them aside just enough to expose her swollen, glistening folds.

"F-Fuck—!"

She arched, her back bowling off the lounge chair as his thumb swiped through her slick, rubbing slow, cruel circles over her clit.

"That’s it," Ettore growled, his other hand gripping her hip, holding her in place. "Let him see how much you love this."

Mara’s moan was broken, her wide hips bucking into his touch as pleasure crackled through her nerves.

Zeno was watching.

Zeno was enjoying this.

The thought shattered her.

"OHMYGODD!!"

Her orgasm ripped through her with brutal ****, her cunt clenching around nothing as she sobbed Ettore’s name.

"D-Daddy—!"

The title slipped out, filthy and ****, and Ettore’s laugh was dark with victory.

"Mine," he breathed, his thumb pressing harder, dragging out her pleasure until she whimpered.

Mara collapsed back onto the lounge chair, the pale beauty's large chest heaving up and down, her volutptuous body trembling with overstimulation.

Ettore leaned down, the old bastard's thin lips brushing her ear as he whispered:

"Next time, I won’t stop."

Then he was gone, leaving Mara ravaged and exposed, her slick thighs glistening in the sunlight.