Another Round?

There wasn’t a whole lot of room in his aunt’s bed, but they managed to lay side by side, only their shoulders and arms touching. Amazing and surprisingly tender though their lovemaking had turned out to be, Vel wasn’t about to try and cuddle with Fionne just yet.

He had really not expected his aunt to succumb to pleasure so quickly and easily. She had been putty in his hands. He looked to his side. Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose and fell slowly while she hummed tunelessly. There was no need to touch her mind to know she was lost in post-orgasmic bliss.

Vel allowed himself a self-satisfied smile as his eyes drifted back to the ceiling. Fionne had not been the only one having a great time, his aunt had been a delight to fuck. Was there something special about women of the Hothemer line? Kal would have said yes, of course, likely half in jest. But lying there, having just had mind blowing sex with a woman over twice his age who somehow had outdone any nubile young maiden, Vel couldn’t help but wonder.

He was torn from his musings by his aunt letting out a content sigh. Rolling onto his side and supporting himself on his elbow, Vel looked at her while she came back to the waking world.

With a huge grin on her face his aunt stretched in an almost feline way and arched her back, causing her breasts to push upwards, then tumble and spill over the sides of her torso. It was a most enticing sight, and Vel was certain Fionne knew that. Her eyes were still be closed, but she must have felt his gaze on her.

His aunt was a sweaty and disheveled mess, and yet she was the most beautiful she had ever been. At the apex of her languid unfolding, Fionne’s eyes opened to look up at the ceiling, grin still as wide as ever.

"This is perfect. Not only have I found a man capable of helping me achieve my goals, he also happens to be the first man I enjoy fucking.”

There was no hint of sarcasm, smugness, coyness, or any of the many other things he might expect his aunt to mix into a sentence like that. She genuinely just sounded full of joy. Chuckling, Vel dared to reach out with his free hand and cup the breast closest to him. Besides briefly looking down at the touch, Fionne showed no reaction.

“What are you laughing about, Nephew?”

There was no suspicion, veiled or otherwise, that Vel could pick up on. Just a simple question, his aunt’s voice still full of joy.

“I knew I didn’t have to worry about you trying to outmaneuver me in our deal by not specifying how many times we’d fuck. Once you got a taste of your nephew, I was certain you’d want more.”

He tried not to, he really did, but it was impossible to avoid sounding smug. Fortunately, his aunt didn’t mind. She let out a peal of genuine happy laughter, the first of its kind Vel had heard from her.

“Oh, well played, Nephew. I can’t even deny that you outfoxed me, nor pretend to be mad about it. Well done.”

She sighed contentedly as Vel lightly squeezed her breast.

“You are just a never-ending font of surprises, aren’t you, Velas?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, my love.”

It had just slipped out; he had not planned to call her his love. He couldn’t even claim to love her yet. Though ever since she dropped her act and especially after she let loose during their lovemaking, Vel felt very differently about her. Perhaps he was falling for her. Luckily, apart from a slight twitching around her eyes, Fionne showed no reaction to it.

Vel lightly brushed a finger over his aunt’s nipple, drawing a shudder and soft sigh out of her.

“Your confidence wasn’t misplaced I suppose. We will be doing that again.”

Of course they would, and there was no time like the present. Vel gently tugged on her nipple, earning him a moan.

“Then let’s not waste any time.”

Fionne laughed again, her usual cocky edge returning.

"Oh, Nephew, you're incorrigible! But surely, you're not ready to go again already?"

Vel twitched aside the covers that concealed them both from the waist down, the movement drawing his aunt’s eyes to his rock-hard manhood.

“Oh.”

She said nothing else as Vel climbed above her for the second time that day.

Her silence didn’t last long, Vel had her moaning and screaming again in no time as he thrust into his aunt relentlessly. He did not even try to count her climaxes as he lost himself in passion.

At the very end of it all, Just as Vel spent himself into his aunt again, he broke his word to her. He had not meant to do it, but while his seed flowed into her, he knew a vision was coming and immediately reached for her mind, somehow gaining a hold on it without having to breach her membrane.