Alia thinks about the changes in her life

Alia hugs her knees closer to her face as she watches Rexus pump his hips, thrusting his cock smoothly into and out of Bellsi's slit. She's already spent so much of the day watching her young lover mate with other women, and still the sight never fails to excite her.

Her eyes greedily roam over Rexus' lean thighs... His hips as they flex... The arm that gently caresses Bellsi's distended stomach... And finally his young, grinning face. She longs to touch herself to the sight of his body, but he's instructed her to wait.

As though I'm his... His pet.

The mere thought sent little jolts of excitement up her spine, and she strained to keep her fingers from reaching for her slit. She was supposed to be a dignified educator, who had taught several generations of young elves. She used to fear that her relationship with the young man would be found out, and that she would lose her standing in society...

...But now the entire class, most of the school, and half the village knows that she's nothing but a whore for a human boy. When Rexus is present, her once-renowned classes consist of herself and the younger elvish maidens vying for his attention... Stoking his lust, in the hopes that they'll be filled with glorious human cock.

Her husband no longer bats an eye when she asks him to create scandalous outfits that barely cover her voluptuous body--In fact, he collaborates with her, doing his best to help his wife arouse her human lover. And the reward Ilvar desires for his efforts are his creations returned to him, stained and ripped. The dirtier and more damaged, the better.

And despite all the lustful chaos, Alia's life feels more harmonious than ever before.

She's awoken from her reverie by Bellsi's shriek. Alia lets out a gasp as she sees Rexus press up against his mother's hips and grunt loudly, unloading yet again. Surplus cum splatters out from where they're joined--This is his third orgasm, after all, and the pregnant elf is overflowing with his seed.

Satisfied, Rexus draws back. Bellsi lays there on her side, breathing heavily and too tired to move. Rexus pats her arse twice before turning his attention towards Alia, his menacing tool glistening with cum and juices.

Will he have me clean it? Or... Will he just take me? Alia's mouth waters, and her pussy burns with desire.

Rexus walks closer and gently cups her chin. Alia's lips part on their own as the young man bends and claims them with his own. Meanwhile, his hands busy themselves with her breasts, groping and squeezing as his tongue pushes against hers.

"You've been very kind to me, Miss Miarora. More than I deserve," Rexus whispers softly, as he pulls away from her mouth. "I think... I love you."

Alia's heart surges with ecstasy--Though she knows that the boy does not love her the same way that she loves Irelya Vandis, it is a love nonetheless.

"I love you too, Rexus," she whispers back, placing a hand on his toned chest. "And you're wrong--You deserve all of this, and more. So much more."

Then she runs her hands across his shoulders, holds his gaze--And is suddenly overcome with the urge to laugh. Was she only now exchanging confessions of affection with her young lover? He claimed her heart so long ago, and the way they've been acting... Lying together...

Her amusement is stifled by a moan as Rexus begins to slide his member across her slit.

In that moment, it occurs to her that nobody has told Ilvar that she won't be returning tonight. But Alia can't find it in her heart to worry: there are more important matters at hand, and her husband will surely guess why his dear wife is not coming home.

She lets out a drawn-out cry of pleasure as Rexus finally penetrates her. Thoughts of love, status, and marriage flee from her mind, replaced by one thing only: a desire for more.