Not until the Fair Folk are dealt with. He needs her at full power…

He stepped forward and she shuddered, but didn’t retreat. “Not like you mean. When I purify your womb,” his hand rose to stroke her perfectly made up cheek. “and I will,” he whispered in her ear, brushing his lips against her cheek, she shuddered against him at that, “I will be holding onto two perfect mounds of tit-flesh as handles for the fucking I will give you.” His hands came around and groped her ass firmly. “But first, I have to deal with the fair folk. I can’t have you fucked into weakness until the current threat has passed.”

“Is there anything I can do to…hurry it along?” Brenda asked, one hand sliding between them to touch his cock, the other sliding down to her cunt, to finger what he would not yet fuck.

Bryce smiled. “I won’t have you weak now, so I won’t touch those tits, and neither will you, but if you were suck my cock, I could get to work purifying your face,” Bryce offered.

“Thank you,” Brenda agreed, sliding instantly to her knees before her son. Her hands latched onto her clit and cunt, her mouth onto his throbbing prick. She sat carefully so her breasts did not touch his naked thighs. She pressed forward, fucking his cock with her mouth, with her throat, in the reverse of the manner he’d fucked her throat yesterday. After all the foreplay, Bryce’s morning wood wasn’t going to last long.

He held on, leaning against the wall, to all appearances, a man at his ease, taking a break ignoring the, well, busty blonde ****, who pleasured herself desperately. She was going to cum first, he was determined and she wasn’t trying to hold back. Given the game they’d played last night, quite the reverse, in fact, she was trying to cum as fast as possible, but her head never stopped bobbing, her tongue never stopped dancing to please Bryce.

She screamed around his cock as she came, collapsing forward and Bryce new his own orgasm was moments away and his cock was still in her throat, deeper in fact, as pleasure overwhelmed her system and she needed to please more than she needed to breathe. Her tits hit his thighs with a thump, not enough to weaken her, but still a punishable offense and he’d said he would purify her face, not her stomach, if he came in her throat, she wouldn’t be anymore purified…