Elena Night Interlude

For all of his misdoings and issues, Elena loved Mars more than anything in this world. He was macho and mysterious to all outside of the family, but to his women he was very tender. Of course, that normally only applied to outside of the sex. During their rowdy sessions he was a beast unmatched by heaven itself.

Elena smiled as she felt her owner’s chest with her long fingernails. Things she only bothered to have because it was clear how much Mars loved the look of them stroking his face and body, and how slutty they looked holding his giant cock.

The family was currently sleeping. Elena held the blessing of sleeping on his comfortable and meaty chest. Soothed by his heartbeat and knowing he was safe with her. She placed a tender kiss on him as her loving warmth caused her eyes to wet with tears.

_I love my baby boy, so so much! _She thought.

For all of Mars impressive traits what brought Elena almost as much happiness as being marked by his tattoos was that underneath everything, Mars was a big sensitive baby. A side he had shown her when she finally banished her dead cuck of a husband from her mind and was discovered by the village. After that night Mars changed.

He became so… needy. Different than his usual demanding and oppressive aura. He wanted constant reminders of her love. Being told she adores him more than Erin even though it was obvious with how she was forcing her biological son to become the girlfriend of his tormentor. He tasked her with motherly duties from now on.

She would now wake him in the mornings with kisses and love all over his face. Cooking was a privilege assigned to Cecile and the two almost fought for it with their bare hands, but Mars stepped in. Breakfast was Elena’s territory now while Cecile guarded lunch with her life and surprisingly enough dinner was handed over to Sera. She said something about not wanting his other women to be more of a wife than she was.

Elena carried on with her kisses as they trailed now to his stomach.

Such a hungry boy. She thought happily as he always scarfed down what she made for him, tiny snacks included.

She reminisced on the time Mars banned her from leaving his side for a week because he wanted to hear her voice throughout the day. He was amazing as always but still like all sentient beings enjoyed his ego being massaged. That week she cheered for him like never before, quite literally.

She met a townswoman that Mars impregnated and stole from her husband, similar to herself. Apparently she was a seamstress and when finding out they were sister whores for Mars made her outfits to appease him free of charge. The outfit of the week of course being a lewd cheerleader. Her microskirt shredded acting like paper mâché attached to her hips, gold and red like his hair. Discovering her exhibitionist streak and already being known as Mars whore she hadn’t bothered with a top. Instead, she wore pasties in the shape of hearts.

Thick enough to hide her nipples from view by keeping them pressed down, she was a whore, but only for Mars. If he ordered it of course she would go around as naked as the day she was born with a smile on her face and a stream between her thighs. Otherwise, she would give no one the same show she would give Mars.

She had already admitted to cheating on him by ever being with her husband while he was alive and bearing his child. The guilt for it would not suffice until Mars had all the children he wanted of her. If being with another man before she ever knew Mars made her feel like this much of a useless cheater, she dared not entertain the thought of cheating after meeting him.

Her kisses now found themselves at his lips. All of her love and adoration surfaced and transferred itself through her lips. “I love you, Mars. More than you may ever know.” She whispered.

She felt his masculine arm pull her plush body closer to himself as he gripped her tattooed ass. As she nuzzled into his neck she heard his words.

“I love you too, mama.” He spoke softly.

Elena did not need to look to know he was smiling like a child eating ice cream.

…

“Mars, I want another tattoo.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please?”

“…”

“I’ll kick Erina in the face really hard if you let me get one.”

“I’ll think on it.”

For as much as Mars had come to care for and protect the former Erin, a part of him did enjoy the demented willingness of Elena to **** and break her own child for his amusement. With his enhanced desires cursed by the goddesses, such dark desires would begin to manifest in ways more wicked than before. This time, they would be for him alone.