Giselle, the endlessly-soft mother.

Giselle didn’t miss a beat, her smile radiant and warm.

“As you wish, sir~”

Her chest swelled with pride. Which was impressive, given it was already truly enormous, overflowing out from her supporting arms. Even in a world of generous busts, she stood out, and drew eyes wherever she went. At one time that might have bothered her; now she reveled in the attention, especially from such a virile, powerful male.

It had been so long since Giselle had known the touch of a real man.

All she could do as was rise to her feet and give a deep bow, that squished together her huge breasts, marshmallow skin seeming to ‘skindent’ around her arms. Her cushy thighs ground together in unabashed excitement beneath a tiny, neatly-groomed tuft of golden hair.

She walked into the warm embrace of the bath.

Wading over through the steamy pool, Giselle’s physical sensitivity was only heightened by feeling the warmth soak right through to her bones. She also did her best to ignore the look on her daughter’s face.

Giselle hadn’t expected this solely because of the differences between them. Womanly composure versus a girl’s spitfire attitude. Sensual experience proven in motherhood versus an untested barely-mature novice. Endless, childbearing curves and loving softness versus all that sleek athletic tone.

There may have been a boy or two in the past that, well…

It seemed to Giselle like this was simply the natural outcome.

Perhaps Adrienne’s expression also stemmed from the enormous, ear-to-ear grin adoring the face of their heroic Star Paladin over there, whose dick throbbed for attention and, frankly, deserved it. “So here we are again, Adi.”

“... So we are.”

At least that challenge was servicing a mortal. Who, however impressive, wasn’t going to exude the truly endless sexual charm and endurance of a god.

“Please excuse me, Lord, but I’ll begin immediately.”

In the most important place.

Men weren’t getting the proper attention paid to their balls nowadays.

Giselle went right for them, cuddling up to his huge nutsack without hesitation, much less disgust or any of those silly feelings she’d grown well past. Over time, her own fondness for balls had simply emerged as naturally as breathing, and given her ample practice at suckling, she lavishly worshiped them.

She had to use both hands to gently cup and lift and massage them; one couldn’t handle the weight alone.

The heat coming off them was absurd. This stallion was positively glowing with energy, considering he had been **** to subsist for days off the faith of a single girl, and now, the citizens of the town were flocking to his faith. Whatever that meant for Cygnus and its independence, the reaction was certainly understandable.

It should have been too much to bear, even scalding. But for somebody so used to the bite of endless winters and short, anemic summers, this truly was divine. She felt that heat upon her face, in her mouth, sampling the taste of his balls.

Lacking the expected sweat and musk, which was unfortunate.

There was still much to delight in as such a powerful being groaned out his approval, patted her long, fluffy wavy golden hair, and yielded to her softest touches and kisses. She was offering sincere worship, yet had him, as they said, by the balls. He was reacting to her technique well, just like… well.

No, I mustn’t think such things!

It wasn’t fair to compare Gerald to Him, much as her dearly departed husband was a stallion. In completely unrelated news, Giselle's arousal was running wild, and her heart thundered beneath that expansive chest. She wanted to go further, yet couldn’t ask for such things from even a god.

Though she’d had fun with boys and stamen since Gerald passed, she had never allowed anyone down there. Instead, she would form a cavity every bit as warm, soft, tight, and deep. With those gigantic breasts her Lord was staring at.

Sometimes, men are complicated. Other times, they truly are not~

The soap in this bathhouse was developed to help lubricate, for this was far from the first time Giselle had used her breasts. She enveloped that huge cock joyfully, drowning it in an ocean of soft pressure. Surprisingly, she couldn’t smother every trace of it. Putting him deep between her breasts still left the top sticking out.

Perhaps it was silly to expect even her body to overcome a living god. Though if any woman could have tried it, Giselle was the one. She hugged his strong hips and pushed herself forward, pressing those breasts back and forth. Generating pleasant friction for her, and a wealth of pleasure for the man above.

With those wolf ears, when he tilted his head up and let loose a sound, Giselle imagined he was howling at the moon. His stoic complexion was gone, replaced with the simple, honest pleasure of making love to her breasts.

Giselle handled all the movement. It wasn’t just her natural endowment, enormous as she was. That was only part of her magic; the other was the technique of motion. Moving forward or sideways, using her arms to expertly apply and release pressure.

She was in her own way, just as inescapable now as that snake had been to Brigid.

“Paizuri…” An exhausted Noriko gasped from her new position on the sidelines. She couldn’t resist reaching down to touch herself, fingers coming back slick with seed. Even she couldn’t tell whose. “I had only heard of it before now… How obscene.”

She cupped her own chest, which naturally couldn’t compare.

“You’re quite large enough for something like this, dear,” Giselle assured her. “Even my beloved daughter could do it properly, if only she’d follow my lead…”

Instead, Adrienne was busy gagging on Brigid’s cock, held down with one hand and pulled in so close that the prim, proper girl was nuzzling her nose deep into wild, untamed fire-red public hair.

There wasn’t much time to look away. Giselle wanted to drink in the portrait of a god lost in pleasure. He was gorgeous and manly both; tall, strong, rock-hard and rippling with muscle, but that fluffy hair, ears, the tail that so resembled a kitsune’s were also too cute. Just splendid.

He had never felt anything close to this, so Giselle knew she had to lean forward, eyes fluttering closed as she elegantly prepared to take his load.

Across from them, Adrienne was overwhelmed by the sheer flood, and had to pull back, gasping and making a terrible mess. Brigid painted her white, then. Pouring what was left directly onto her face.

At the same moment, their Lord unleashed his pent-up load into Giselle’s mouth.

There was so much to obediently swallow, and yet, in the end, she didn't permit one single drop to escape savoring lips.

Both blondes, mother and daughter, were left gasping for air after huge loads of seed, and finally, at least for now, both mighty beings were sated.