Syliana's home and her son (no homo :) )

She wakes with a start, the sound of birdsong filling the air. She glances around, disoriented for a moment, before realizing where she is. Kyle is still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. She smiles, remembering last night and the way he took control, claiming her as his own.

Syliana rolls out from under his arm, careful not to wake him. She stands up, stretching her limbs, and looks around. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the forest. She walks over to where Kyle is lying, kneeling down beside him. She takes his cock in her hand, and begins to stroke it gently. She takes it into her mouth, slowly and deliberately, giving him a careful blowjob.

As she sucks, she feels a strange sensation building inside her. Her throat starts to close up, her airway constricting. She tries to pull off of him, but she can't seem to break the spell. She feels herself starting to black out, her vision going dark as she struggles to breathe. She realizes that Kyle's cum is building up inside her, pressing against her throat, making it even harder to breathe.

He groans, his hips bucking against her face as he fills her mouth with his seed. The hot, thick cum coats her tongue and pours down her throat, making her gag and ****. But she can't pull away. She's trapped in his powerful grip, and she can feel the last of his cum squirting into her throat. Her airway finally relaxes, and she gulps his cum down, swallowing every last drop. She lies there for a moment, catching her breath, as the last of the pleasure from his orgasm washes over her.

***PISS***

When she finally looks up at him, his eyes are glazed over and he's staring into space, his chest still heaving from the release. "Good girl," he whispers. "You did a good job." Syliana tries to smile with his cock still in her mouth, but it comes out more as a grimace. "Look me in the eyes and blink if you want to please me more." She complies, slowly blinking up at him as she does so.

He holds her head in place with one hand, and relaxes his cock in her mouth. The first hot stream hits the back of her throat, causing her to gag reflexively. He chuckles, and starts to push her head forward, forcing her to take more of his piss. It fills her mouth, runs down her chin, and drips onto her chest. He keeps her there, her head pressed against his abdomen, until he's finished, and then releases her. She coughs and sputters, tasting the salty, metallic tang of his piss as it mixes with his cum. Kyle releases her head from his grip, and runs his fingers through her hair. "That was very good."

Syliana wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at him with a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. "I'm sorry," she whispers. "I didn't mean to spill any on you." Kyle chuckles, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

***END OF PISS***

"You're supposed to swallow it all, remember?" He says, a teasing glint in his eye. She feels herself blushing as she nods, her throat still tingling from the sensation of having his cock and then his piss in her mouth.

He stands up, offering her a hand which she takes gratefully. They head to the town, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined. The town is bustling with activity as merchants set up their stalls and elves begin to mill about.

As they walk through the town square, Kyle's eyes widen in surprise when he sees the massive statue of an elven archer standing tall at its center. Syliana notices his reaction and grins, "That's Eldrian himself. Our great hero and founder of our town."

They continue walking, weaving through the crowd, and Syliana points out various landmarks to Kyle. She tells him about the great library where scholars study magic and history, and the training grounds where young elves learn to fight with sword and bow.

Eventually, they reach the center of the town where Syliana's home is. It's a small, quaint house with a garden full of fragrant flowers. Kyle is taken aback by the beauty of the place and the peaceful atmosphere that surrounds it. "This is where you live?" he asks, looking around in awe.

Syliana nods, a proud smile on her face. "Yes, this is my humble abode. Would you like to come in?" She opens the door and steps inside, motioning for Kyle to follow. The inside of the house is cozy and warm, with comfortable furniture and delicate ornaments adorning the walls. A fire crackles in the hearth, filling the room with a welcoming glow. "My son - Kyran is not at home right now, and I do not want him to see us together. He loves his father... my husband very much, seen us together would break him." Her voice trails off, the weight of her confession heavy on her shoulders.

Kyle follows her into the house, taking in the peaceful atmosphere. He glances around, noticing several framed pictures on the mantle of a man and a young boy. "Your husband, I presume?" He asks, pointing to one of the photos. Syliana nods, her eyes downcast. "And your son?" Kyle prompts gently. She looks up at him, her expression pained. "Kyran is... everything to me. He's my entire world. I would do anything for him." She pauses, taking the frame from the mantle and holding it to her chest. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be burdening you with this."

Kyle steps forward, "Listen, I frankly do not care about your family." He pushes her down on the floor and climbs on top of her. "What I care about is you sucking my dick right now!" Syliana looks up at him with sad expression and slowly nods, she tries to put the family picture back on the mantle but Kyle grabs her hand, "No, keep it." He says roughly. "I want you to look at them while you're sucking me off."

She takes his cock in her hand and begins to stroke it gently, licking the tip before taking it into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. She looks up at the picture of her husband and son as she bobs her head, imagining their reactions if they could see her now. Kyle grunts, pushing her head further down onto his throbbing length. "That's it, suck it harder!" He growls, his hips thrusting forward, driving his cock deeper into her mouth.

Her cheeks hollow as she takes more of him, feeling the thick veins pulsing against her tongue. She tries to focus on the sensation of his cock filling her mouth, the taste of him, the smell of the fire in the background, anything to block out the shame and guilt she feels for betraying her family. She can feel Kyle's orgasm building inside of her, his hips bucking wildly as he approaches climax. "Now, spill my cum on your family picture." Kyle growls, his cock still hard in her hand. She nods, taking him in one more time before positioning his cock over the frame, her thumb rubbing the head as she guides him down. There's a sharp intake of breath from both of them as he releases his hot seed over the photo of her husband and son, his cum splattering against the glass, obscuring their faces.

She looks down at the mess she's made, feeling a pang of guilt and shame wash over her. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. Kyle grunts, more from satisfaction than anger, and pulls her up to face him. He kisses her roughly, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, tasting the bitter tang of their combined fluids. "Don't ever apologize for giving me what I want," he growls, his hand roughly pushing her back down onto the floor. "Now, show me the room where you and your husband sleep."

Syliana leads Kyle through the house, her steps slow and hesitant. The bedroom they enter is modestly decorated, with a large bed dominating the space. The covers are neatly folded back, revealing clean sheets and plump pillows. Syliana's heart is racing, fearing that her son might come home and catch them in this compromising situation. But she knows that she has no control over the situation anymore.

Kyle's eyes dart around the room, taking in every detail. "Lie down on the bed," he commands, his voice cold and calculating. Syliana does as she's told, her body trembling with anticipation and dread. Kyle stands at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on her as he unbuckles his pants and lets them fall to the floor. His erection springs free, standing proudly before them. He steps forward, kneeling between her spread legs. "Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says, his voice rough and demanding.

Tears well up in Syliana's eyes as she looks up at Kyle, his dark features casting a shadow over her. "I want you to put your cock inside me," she whispers, her voice barely audible. Kyle's eyes narrow as he looks down at her, his expression harsh and unyielding. Without another word, he guides his thick shaft towards her wet entrance. She grips the sheets beneath her, feeling the invasion of his size as he pushes inside her. She arches her back, letting out a sharp cry as he thrusts deeper, filling her.

Her hips rise to meet his, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm. The air is heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room. Kyle's hand grips her hair roughly, pulling her head back to expose her throat. He growls in satisfaction as he marks her skin with his teeth. She looks down, watching their entwined bodies move together, feeling as if she's being torn in two.

Her climax builds within her, the sensation of being taken so roughly, so forcefully, pushing her over the edge. With a shuddering cry, she comes, her inner walls milking Kyle's cock in rhythm with his thrusts. He follows close behind, grunting as he releases his seed deep inside her.

Slowly, he pulls out, his cock slippery with their combined fluids. Syliana lies there, panting heavily, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Kyle climbs off the bed, his gaze taking in the mess they've made. "Now, clean yourself up," he says, his voice harsh, "I will go take a piss."

As Kyle exits the room, there is a loud knock and a bump from behind the door. Kyle curiously looks in the corridor to see a young elf, his face flushed and hair disheveled, lying on the floor on his back with his pants down. His face is red with blush and tears running down his cheeks, he tries to cover his semi-hard cock with his hands. Kyle frowns in confusion, recognizing the young elf as Syliana's son.

"What is the meaning of this?" Kyle demands, stepping forward and kneeling down next to the sobbing servant. The servant looks up at him, his eyes filled with shame and embarrassment. "I... I don't know, sir... I just... I couldn't help myself..." he stammers, his voice shaking. "I came back from school, and heard my mom's voice... and you... having sex with her." He breaks down into fresh sobs, his body trembling with the effort to contain his emotions.

Kyle glances back at the door to the room, where he had just fucked a busty elven milf. He looks back at her son, noticing the total absence of muscles on his body, his soft curves and smooth skin. A flush of something akin to disgust and pity washes over him. He can't help but wonder how this young elf must feel, hearing his mother moaning in pleasure while he came from school, and now seeing her so thoroughly taken by another male.

He kneels down next to the sobbing youth and gently places a hand on his shoulder, "Do you want to come inside and see how I fuck your mom first person?" he asks, his tone soft and almost apologetic. The boy looks up at him, confusion and hope warring in his eyes. Kyle nods, and together they enter the room, the elf's steps slow and hesitant.

As they approach the bed, Syliana lies there, still panting from her recent orgasm. Her eyes flicker between her son and Kyle, shame and guilt etched on her features. The young elf stands there not trying to hard his puny erection, "Hi mom... I... I'm sorry... I couldn't help it..." he manages to stammer. "But, why do you cheat on dad. I though you loved him..."

Syliana jumps off the bed and hugs her son, "I do, I love him Kyran! But I cannot hold myself in front of Kyle." She looks at her son's tiny dick, and reaches out to hold Kyle's cock, which is still hard. "Kyle's dick is so big and strong, you should understand." Kyle gets closer to the familial pair and Syliana urgently gulps down his cock while still hugging her son.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." she says to her son. "Please, baby, do not tell your father about it, it will break his heart." She wipes tears from his cheek and pulls him closer, kissing his forehead. "I love him, I really do, but now I need Kyle, I need his dick."

Kyle stands there, watching the exchange between mother and son. As Syliana continues to comfort her son, her hand finds its way to his hardened member once again. "And you, Kyle," she says with a sultry smile, "do not you think it's time you showed Kyran here how a real man should be?"

Her words send a shiver down Kyle's spine. He steps forward, his eyes meeting Kyran's. There's a strange mix of confusion and curiosity in the young elf's gaze. Kyle takes a deep breath, then pulls Syliana to her feet. "Come here, Kyran," he says, his voice gentle but firm. "I think it's time you saw how a man and a woman can share pleasure together."

Slowly, hesitantly, Kyran approaches them. He glances from his mother's face to Kyle's, then back again. "You... you really want me to see this?" he asks, his voice barely audible. Syliana nods, her eyes never leaving her son's face. "Yes, Kyran. I want you to see that what we feel for each other is real and true. And I want you to understand that sometimes, love can be complicated."

Slowly, Syliana leans forward, her lips pressing against Kyle's. Her tongue darts out, teasing his mouth as she wraps her arms around his neck. Kyle can feel the heat emanating from her body as their hips grind together. It's a stark contrast to the coolness of her son's skin. He turns his head slightly, catching Kyran's eye once more. There's a spark of curiosity in the younger elf's gaze now, as if he's beginning to understand what they mean when they talk about sharing pleasure.

As their kiss deepens, Kyle guides Syliana back towards the bed. He helps her lie down, his hands moving up her body, cupping her breasts as he kisses his way down her chest. Syliana arches her back, moaning softly as he takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Kyle glances over at Kyran again, watching as the younger elf's expression shifts from curiosity to something like awe.

"See, Kyran," Syliana pants, her eyes still locked on her son's face. "This is how Kyle makes me feel... wanted... desired." She reaches out to grab Kyle's hand, guiding it between her legs. His fingers find her wet and ready, and she gasps as he begins to stroke her. "And this is how I feel when he touches me."

Kyle looks up at Kyran, his gaze steady and unwavering. "And you should know," he says softly, "that I would never let you do the same to her. I know you might think that you can also please you mother like this, but the truth is... you can't." Slowly, Kyle positions himself between Syliana's spread legs. He leans forward positioning his erection at her entrance. With a swift thrust, he pushes inside, feeling her wet heat engulf him. Syliana arches her back off the bed, crying out in ecstasy.

Kyle begins to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically as he fucks Syliana. Her hands grip the sheets, her eyes locked on Kyle's face, her expression a mix of desire and adoration. She looks back at her son, "Kyran, dear, come closer." The younger elf hesitates, his eyes darting between his mother and Kyle. "I want you to feel this, too," Syliana whispers. "I want you to know how deep Kyle goes inside me." She takes his hand and place it on her lower belly, right above her womb. As Kyle thrusts again, she moans and says, "You feel that Kyran, you feel his cock ramming my deep parts? This is what he does to me, when I need it the most."

Kyran's face flushes red as he feels the warmth and tightness of his mother's body beneath his hand. His fingers dig into her soft skin, as if trying to hold on to this strange, new sensation. His eyes drift upward, taking in the sight of Kyle's body and inhaling the heady scent. He sees Kyle's hand reach out to his mother's nipple and give it a rough pinch, causing her to arch her back off the bed. Her moans fill the room, and for a moment, Kyran is transfixed.

His hand moves up his own chest until he feels his own nipple between his fingers, he waits for Kyle to give Syliana another pinch as he squeezes his finger as hard as he can, mirroring the motion. The sensation is intense, painful and he cries out, making a sound that he didn't know he was capable of. He looks at Kyle, confused and aroused at the same time. His eyes travel down his mother's body, watching as Kyle's hips thrust into her, making her moan and writhe beneath him.

Kyle glances over at Kyran, their eyes meeting for a moment. There's a hunger in Kyle's gaze that makes the younger elf shiver. He looks back down at his mother, feeling a strange mix of jealousy and curiosity. He wants to feel what Kyle is feeling, but he also wants to be the one receiving the pleasure. He wonders if she would ever allow him to take her place.

As he watches, Kyle's hips begin to move faster, his thrusts deeper. Syliana's moans fill the air, and her body trembles beneath him. Suddenly, Kyle's hand grips onto his hair, pulling his head into a deep, passionate kiss. Kyran's lips part, allowing Kyle's tongue to slip inside, tangling with his own. He feels a shudder run through Kyle's body as he comes, releasing his cum into his mother's cheating womb. The kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity, Kyran's breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to process the intensity of the sensation. "You fucking twink," Kyle whispers hoarsely against his lips, before pushing his head down right where his cock meets his mother's pussy.

Kyran looks up at his mother, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. She nods at him, her expression pleading. He knows what she's asking of him. Reluctantly, he opens his mouth, his heart racing as he licks Kyle's still-hard cock. He has never done this before, but he knows he has to. He has to make it feel good for Kyle, make him want to come back for more. Slowly, tentatively, he licks the tip of Kyle's cock, tasting the saltiness of his seed on his tongue. It's not unpleasant, but it's not exactly arousing either. He takes a deep breath and takes Kyle's cock deeper into his mouth, sucking lightly as he begins to stroke him with his tongue.

Kyle groans, his hips moving restlessly beneath him. His hand tangles in Kyran's hair, guiding him as he begins to thrust deeper into his mouth. The feeling of Kyle's cock in his mouth is both foreign and strangely arousing. He can feel the head of Kyle's cock brushing against the back of his throat, sending shivers down his spine. He lets out a small, needy whimper as he continues to suck and stroke, his own arousal growing as he pleases Kyle. He feels Kyle's body go next to his mom's, and he has to reposition himself slightly so that he can keep up with Kyle's movements.

"Syliana, you know, your son is not a bad cocksucker," Kyle whispers, his voice low and husky as he holds his lover close. "He's actually quite talented with his mouth." He looks down at Kyran, watching as the younger elf takes him deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive head. It feels incredible, and Kyle's hips begin to move faster, meeting the rhythm of his son's eager sucking.

"Is he?" Kyran hears his mom's annoyed voice. His mouth and mind is filled with Kyle's cock, but he still notices that she is not happy. "What, does my son suck better than I do?" She asks, her tone accusing. A loud slap fills the air, "Talk less bitch!" Kyle orders, slapping her right tit. The shock makes her flinch and arch her back, her breasts spilling out of her top. Kyle grins and leans down to suck on her nipple, while his free hand guides Kyran's head deeper on his cock.

Suddenly, Kyran feels the cock leave his mouth and he tries and get in back till hearing Kyles loud voice, "Fucking twink, let go!" He looks up at Kyle, who is standing above him, his cock glistening with their shared cum. With a smirk, Kyle leans down and spits in his open mouth. The sweet taste of his spit, mixed with his precum makes Kyran urgently swallow. Kyle meanwhile, jerks his cock pointing them right between Syliana's breasts. He watches as his cum spurts out, coating her perfect orbs. "There you go, slut," he says, panting. "I think that's what you wanted, right?"

Kyran's mother gasps as Kyle's hot cum covers her chest, running down between her breasts and dripping onto her stomach. She arches her back, her eyes closed in ecstasy as the warmth spreads through her body. She feels the weight of Kyle's spent cock pressing against her chest, and with a satisfied smile, she reaches up to stroke it. "Oh, Kyle," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sounds of their heavy breathing. "That felt so good."

Kyle leans in, pressing his lips against hers as he pushes her on the bed, "Kyran, go make us dinner." He says, his breath hot in her ear. She looks up at him, lust still glowing in her eyes, before turning her gaze to her son. "And you," she says, reaching out to cup his cheek, "I think it's time for you to start earning your keep around here."

Kyran nods, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He climbs off the bed and carefully walks around the mess of clothes and bodies, taking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. His cock, still hard from watching Kyle fuck his mom, throbs in his pants as he heads towards the kitchen.