Rexus returns home and celebrates

"Dearest, all that pacing will only tire yourself." Bacchus is flipping through the books, going over the records of the sales his shop made this week. "He'll be here soon... You're worrying too much."

"Too much? You worry too little, Bacchus," Bellsi huffs angrily, chewing on her nail. "He was supposed to be home five minutes ago!"

She's dressed in her sexiest nightwear: a set of sheer lacy undergarments bought from human merchants, designed to be worn around a woman's breasts and crotch. The cups of the bra had openings which let her nipples poke out, and the panties barely covered her holes... Absolute depravity by elven standards, but the height of fashion in human society.

The elven woman has been pacing back and forth in the spacious living area of their home for the last twenty minutes, her face marred with worry. Her left hand cradles her very pregnant stomach--An unnecessary support, given her exceptional health, but the act comforted her.

"If he's delaying for that wretched Vandis girl, I swear--"

"Swear what? You always threaten harsh punishments when he misbehaves, but then the nights always seem to end with mating. That, and promises to the Goddess that you will be the perfect mother for his children." Bacchus's snort makes his wife simultaneously blush with shame and glare with anger. "And you were advising him how to best handle the situation with young Vandis! You've got to admit--She's a lovely match for our boy."

"And I'm not?" Bellsi's tone turns frigid.

"Of course you are, of course... You were his first, dearest." Bacchus realizes that he somehow wandered outside joking territory, and hurries to appear as sincere as he can.

"He's fallen asleep with his cock buried in you every night since he came of age! And might I remind you that you shall be the first to bear him children," he adds, breathing a sigh of relief as his wife's expression immediately softens. "There's no matching that feat, my love."

"Indeed..." The slender hand Bellsi has on her stomach roams over its swell once more, and the space between her thighs grows warm and moist. "...And he seems keen to mate with me again... Bacchus, I do look good, don't I?"

She hefts her breasts and turns slightly, smiling as she shows off her sculpted physique to her husband. She's pleased as he makes a show of running his eyes from her head to her toes.

"Yes, dearest. You look, as he likes to say, perfectly fuckable."

Just then, they heard the sound of the front door swinging open. Rex rushes into the living area, grinning from ear to ear as he hastily kicks one leg out of his breeches.

Bellsi's eyes widen as his large cock swings free and he stumbles towards her, raising her arms just in time to accept her son's embrace.

Bacchus rolls his eyes at the display his wife makes, mewling and moaning as Rex claims her lips. She's always been putty in his hands, despite her occasional attempts to put up a stern front.

"Greetings, Mr. Aldryn."

The elven man turns his attention to Alia, as she steps into the room behind his son. He smiles at her skimpy attire, and the disheveled state her hair is in.

"Lovely to see you, Miss Miarora. Rex rang to let us know you'd be joining us." Bacchus waved to where his wife and son were still busying themselves with each other.

"He's not supposed to be carrying a communication crystal to school." Alia says with a grin, brandishing the amber crystal in her hand. "The Headmistress would have a field day if she found out."

"Thank you for keeping it a secret--His mother thought he might need words of encouragement today. We didn't expect to hear such good news," Bacchus chuckles, as the teacher places the crystal down on the table. "And thank you for taking such good care of our son."

"You're--mm--late, young man," Bellsi mumbles into Rexus's lips, trying to sound firm and confident between heated kisses. Her body, however, continues melting into his demanding embrace.

"I got a little sidetracked with Teysa, Mother," Rex chuckles.

"Teysa, hmm? That's my boy," Bellsi groans, as Rex grabs her bra and rips it apart, baring her full, sensitive breasts. "Ah... Fucked her good, did you?"

"Treated her a little like I do you," Rex replies simply, as he gropes the first set of breasts that ever fascinated him. "Seemed to work. I think she wanted me to stay."

"Gooood," Bellsi moans as Rex captures her left nipple and suckles on it roughly, chewing and teasing her flesh with his teeth.

"I only managed to cum in her once, Mother," Rex mumbles into Bellsi's bosom. "She was so ripe, and her body is simply made to carry children. I was reminded of our mating sessions..."

Bellsi's heart melts, and her pussy burns hot with need.

"We have all night--"

"I want to breed, Bellsi." Rex's demanding growl sends her knees buckling. His hands leave her breasts and slide down to her protruding belly, caressing it gently. "I want to press down on a woman's hips, and know we are creating life."

He was acting just like the day he first told his adopted mother that he wanted to mate. That he wasn't satisfied with just sex, but also desired the fruits of their love and lust.

"Just four more months, honey," she coos, patting her son's head as he runs his teeth along her areola. Her free hand roams down his stomach and past the root of his cock, feeling his large, full balls. "Then we'll be breeding again."

Bellsi glances up at Alia as she stands there, her face flushed scarlet. The teacher's hands have unconsciously travelled to her stomach and inner thigh: Bellsi knows that the teacher feels the same hunger she had nine months ago.

"I'll let you know when dinner is ready," Bacchus announces, plowing through the tension in the room like a herd of oxen.

"Of course... Follow me, Alia," Bellsi says amicably, as Rexus pulls away from her nipple. The torn bra lays ignored on the floor as she takes her son's cock in her hand and leads him to the stairway.

"Oh? Then, if you will excuse me, Bacchus..." Alia nods politely, averting her gaze as she quickly follows the mother/son pair.