This Time In His Parent's Marriage Bed.

School today was a complete wash in paying attention to lessons for Jaune, everything over the last twenty-four hours plagued him and tormented his libido.

His self-consciousness of the two elven attendants had been high from the start since they started to accompany him to school, where his mind had been wrestling with the conflict of the ethics of lusting for them, now especially after the morning incident.

That initial conflict was demolished, buried and replaced by a new self-consciousness that induced butterflies in his stomach was the understanding of what he could do.

His eyes trailing to the two women who radiated a consistent aura of uplifting pride, satisfaction and love that enveloped him in soft embrace. The looks were on the sly, sneaking peeks at the gorgeous bodies of the elves who brazenly bared swaths of their flawless flesh on display. Jaune’s newly openly magical sense of intent and emotion dashed any sense of his subtly, he knew when his hormonal gaze had been caught by wellspring of uplifting elation and sensation of flatterness from the women in their unique ways.

Tamzi’s intent conveyed both her basking in his wandering eyes with sinuous delight, and beckoning exhibition yearning for his gaze to linger longer on her like a starlet. Aila’s emotions when his eyes sought her fabulous figure was overflowing with tender joy, a maiden blushing at her crush, or perhaps beaming from a father’s approval.

Drat, they must have known every time he’d ogled them before now too.

Thinking on it, Jaune guessed they’d been broadcasting these feelings all the past oglings he’d given too. Eagerly inviting him to inspect them, even if only for his gratification.

Double drat, it made him feel like a bone head.

He just wanted to reach out and touch them.

Triple drat, he could actually do that.

The elven women weren’t forbidden, or unobtainable fruit. No, they were carefully cultivated delights that Jaune could have anywhere, anytime and anyway he wanted.

Jaune buried his face in his hands and explosively sighed, his breath felt steaming from the swelling heat within his body.

He’d done it in front of his own family, here he could get away with the ridiculous and thrilling thought of an act of great scale of having sex without repercussion in front of an audience. Here in the classroom an allure was the fact inappropriateness of the act, groping and pawing at the body of a woman in front of his peers and would make him the envy of both sexes if they could perceive their extraordinary beauty, boys with envious admiration of him and girls with covetous envy of the elves.

Whatever warmth from shame stinging at his face drained down his neck to his second head culminating in a growing furnace of carnal desire in his abdomen that made him cook in his clothes.

Committing to being a god was hard. Who could have ever expected that, certainly not past-Jaune.

Gathering himself, Jaune paused formulating his desired intents before casting them towards the elves. He was hit by the sensation of purposefully transmitting emotions, desires and thoughts intangible things sent away from himself as if spoken, yet more ephemeral in the flow that separated from him to pour over the elven women.

Without a word spoken they turned bowing deeply returning their sense of reverent duty, though the way the motion put Aila’s hanging jugs on display teased Jaune’s senses. His thoughts must have leaked at the sense of flattery that suddenly emanated from the Day Elf, the blush dusting her face and wagging of her ears.

Rising both women went about the task he appointed to them, Aila striding over to Jaune laid a hand on his shoulder bringing him into her natural aura of normality, Tamzi motioned with her hand in the air commanding a quill and leafs of parchment to leap from her bags of holding and began taking notes and transcriptions of the lessons.

Jaune stood from his seat, marveling at how he’d communicated such complex requests with such ease and without misunderstanding. If only it was this easy to convey his meaning and intentions to his sisters and others, then how many awkward moments when verbal words failed him over the years he’d have been able to explain through his intent to resolve them without his embarrassment.

“Is there anywhere you wish to go to Eminence?” Aila softly asked in her motherly way.

Bending his head in some recrimination at his forgetfulness. “Ah, um, how about we take a walk around the school?” He said.

Jaune walking through the classroom felt an eerie fugue of strangeness latch onto his shoulders the moment it struck him, in that moment a sense of jarring juxtapose of his actions and reality. The sense of power, yet oddness how non-reactive how the gaze of anyone who’s eyes found them practically slid off of them.

The illicitness of the act needled him, just getting up and leaving in the middle of class wasn’t in his nature. Rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously, an erratic niggle wormed its way up his back, after all wasn’t he going to take his family’s heirloom and abscond to Beacon to chase after his dream?

“Heh.” A nervous chuckle left his mouth when they walked through the school's hallways, Aila’s hand resting with feather light touch on his shoulders behind him.

It clicked what the first feeling was when they went past a teacher roaming the halls for truant students. A sense of trepidation at his impunity, that’s what it was. He’d been wrestling so much over the issue of sexual acts with his creations that it was only now that it dawned on him the greater aspects of his creations.

Enveloped in Aila’s aura, Jaune could go anywhere couldn’t he? Forbidden places for a man to enter, it intrigued and unnerved him.

Aila’s fingers softly circled on his shoulder catching Jaune’s attention, and he cast a look back at her to see what she wanted.

Her stepping around to his front Aila’s hands flowed down from Jaune’s shoulder, trailing down his arm to clasp his hand between hers and held it up to her chest. “Your Eminence, let this servant guide you and sate your curiosity, there is no where that is forbidden to you.” Aila said, her lidded blue eyes, a soft smile on her lips and her intent flowing from her inviting him to let her indulge him, to spoil him to show off to him like a daughter eager to impress her father.

A ‘daughter’ he’d had sex with, the back of his mind unhelpfully chimed in. She’s a woman, countered his conscious mind.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, Jaune wavered in his mind on accepting. “Uh, well um, Aila I’m not really sure that’s appropriate. J-just because we can-” Jaune rambled a muddled protest.

Charmingly giggling at his indecision, the sublime wave of mirth crashing over him crumbled Jaune’s hesitation as Aila took the lead. She raised his clasped hand to her lips placing a revenant kiss on his ring where a signet ring could have been.

“Oh hallowed father, can’t this child bespelled by your radiance tour you to these locations?” Aila yearningly requested, her words backed by the tide of her desire to spend time with him.

Jaune’s resistance crumbled, letting out a pained wistful sound. “Alright.” He surrendered.

“Come along your Eminence, we have many places to visit.” Aila cheerfully said, suddenly walking back she pulled Jaune stumbling forward as he followed her, his hand firmly held in hers while he trailed behind the Day Elf.

Immured in the heart swelling delight Aila emitted, Jaune was taken on a whirlwind tour of forbidden gardens and areas of the school. Side by side entering the girls bathrooms, Aila tittering and reassuringly squeezing his hand which drained the sense of prohibition from the trespassing not to mention how similar it was to the boys bathrooms, followed by the intrusion on the more taboo area of the girls locker room.

It gave Jaune the oddest sense of a date, one which his date was taking him everywhere

Jaune’s pounding heart when urged over the threshold of the door by Aila slowed at the relieving, if a little disappointing absence of girls in the locker room, checking the time he sighed in relief seeing that it was still the midst of class meaning he was safe from surprises.

Mirthfully laughing, Aila radiant smile casting over the atmosphere an innocent joy and the waves of amusement at Jaune’s tension helped unwind him while she guided him to one of the benches in the room.

“Shed your apprehensions, hallowed father. See? This room is merely a space which you can rightfully enter.” Aila said, waving her hand out across the lock room. Though she paused and hummed, a sense of mild disappointment and dismay leaked from her, her long ears leveled out to the sides and cocked her head. “Though, the lack of art and decoration to inspire the pursuit of perfecting the body is mystifying.”

Jaune took in the locker room in far greater detail than his first nervous voyeuristic looks had. There was little to it, if not outright dreary with pressed metal lockers, the white and green painted lifeless concrete wall that furthered the unstimulating feel of the room.

In a way, it was calming in undermining the sense of transgression he’d been committing by entering the girls locker room, it was a plain forgettable room. “Heh, yeah, I guess that’s it's just that, just a room.” Jaune said, his trailing gaze falling on Aila, before sharply averting his eyes out of instinct due to her style of dress.

Scratching his cheek Jaune sought to shift his mind away from that, by latching onto Aila’s last words. “So, you mentioned elven locker rooms are different, how so?” He asked.

Even as he turned to look at Aila’s face, Jaune couldn’t help a sense of amusement at the adorable giddy sense of pure girlish joy from the Day Elf to explain something to me.

Pleasantly humming. “I can’t capture the essence of the artists, but I’ll try my best to show you your Eminence.” Aila looked abash, raising her hand Jaune could feel and see the magic gather then disperse as she cast her spell.

Around them the room's walls shimmered while the illusions took shape, and Jaune’s face instantly felt hotter and his pants tighter.

Replacing the dull walls were stunning murals, the plain concrete floor covered by breathtaking mosaics made with stones so small they looked like paintings. The art held one unified theme, tantalizing nudity.

The murals on the walls exalted the bodies of the Day Elves who posed to flaunt their figures to onlookers, displaying the flawless sculpted limbs and muscles with a demureness in their expressions and devotion, where an elven woman squatted boldly frontally flashing the viewer with her perfect voluptuous body similar to Aila’s with the Arc family crescents emblazoned on her abdomen, yet remained dignified, or another standing posed to show off her more svelte forms with a almost shy demeanor.

On the floor sprawled a still life, full of life depicting a scene of a changing room filled with elven women in various states of undress, or in modern sport clothes was a surprise. The carefully used stones depicted the lively affairs of chatting elven women who appeared to be friends, a pair of sisters engaging in playful groping in good fun and a sense of community among the elven women preparing to exercise.

“In our tradition, exercise by adults is performed without concealment, bearing our bodies to be seen as we strive to hone the gift which you gave upon us. However, a new trend has been wearing various outfits during exercise, professing that it’s achievable for the body to be venerated through the use of accentuating clothing.” Aila chimed in at Jaune’s puzzlement at the oddity.

Jaune thought they had a point, marveling at how a mosaic somehow captured the curvature of an elf’s derriere in a pair of figure adhering pants right beside another nude elf’s own. He hadn’t known how much elves' in modern clothes he’d needed in his life, their fantastical fashion had dazzled him, but their ability to transmute the mundane was formidable. “How recent is that trend?” He inquired.

Placing a finger to her chin Aila took a moment to give her answer. “It began about three hundred years ago, one of my elder sisters was a big proponent of the movement.” A hint of sheepish second hand embarrassment coming through.

All Jaune could muster in response was an astonished sound, his mind trying to grasp how such a grand span of time could be thought of as ‘new’ when that was an age ago to humans.

“Is there anywhere else you have in mind Aila?”

Bobbing her head, Aila hummed, her affirmation carrying through her intent. “I do your Eminence, there’s one more place I can think of.”

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Jaune wasn’t sure what to expect when he’d spent the hours of daylight under Aila’s tutelage on magic in the clearing that had become his training ground, honing his control and construction of wards to control his soul's projection of his intent and beginning to delve into magic.

But, when darkness had fallen the last place he’d anticipated Aila to take him when she’d told him it was time, his own home.

Upon entering Tamzi who’d been awaiting their return bowed, a light sense of mischievousness came off of her. “Your servant welcomes your return, your eminence. I shalt delay you, do enjoy yourself~” She huskily greeted him from her deep bow, raising up, Jaune shivering at the incense of sensual and teasing mirth that caressed his soul.

Jaune’s more analytical mind began to work, were his attendants up to something? Normally Tamzi would fall right in lockstep behind him mirroring Aila, however the focus of his mind was inhibited by the sensual sashay of Tamzi’s hips.

The rambunctious Arc household had quieted at this late hour, most of his sisters asleep, with Violet and Indigo staying up watching a movie. Noticing their entrance, Violet glanced over her shoulder and flicked her wrist in a lazy wave.

“Hey Jaune, good to see you escorted Aila back safely.” Violet greeted them as they went past the living room.

His hand in Aila’s he quickly realized their destination as they tread up the stairs, and by the time they reached the door of their destination he voiced his trepidation as Aila’s fingers curled around the door knob.

“Uh, Aila, that's my parents' bedroom.” Jaune said, his throat feeling tight and the heat growing around his collar.

His parents’ bedroom really wasn’t that off limit, but that changed depending on context! Going in to fetch something for his parents they needed was a vastly different matter than entering it in the company of a jaw dropping woman.

Aila didn’t stop as she opened the door, the light in the hallway spilled through from the doorway to the bed onto the lump under the sheets of his mother’s sleeping form, and the stretch of empty bed beside her that would be his father’s side of it. A tangible presence which the other tresspasses hadn’t had, as every area they’d gone had been empty.

“One of the most sacred rooms in all homes, where marital duties to fulfill the commandment given unto us since the Age of Dawn.” Aila explained, her tone had been even, but her soul spoke of a cute feminine nervousness, a fluttering heart and her ears stiff, swaying up and down.

For several seconds they stood right at the threshold in awkward silence, the flusternessed that then came from the Day Elf reassured Jaune in a shared way he’d only read and heard about from tales about heroes and huntsmen. Their hands squeezed, finding support and the will to take step forward.

Swallowing heavily, they stepped through the doorway into the bedroom together, heat spread within Jaune, the building the apprehension of transgression metamorphosing into lust. His morning tryst on the table coming to the fore, the thoughts during class and the places they’d visited.

Jaune’s heart pounded in his chest and building within him was a carnal flame in his stomach as they circled around to the empty side of the bed, both of them nervously came to sit on the edge of the bed.

Glancing over to Aila beside him, she was stunning as always a feast for his eyes with her voluptuous figure from her large breasts to her motherly hips and generous swell of her supple ass. She was the picture of a smitten maiden, her free hand twirling a lock of her platinum blonde hair, the hand of Aila’s that held his wriggled to intertwine her fingers with Jaune’s in a tender gesture. Pouring off her soul was a turmoil of infatuated love, admiration and blushing maidenly innocence.

“In the beliefs of the Day Elves, a marital bed has a great importance in. Some… of the significance placed upon it are less holy, and sacred, but lustful and carnal based on the conception of new generations.” Aila said, the tips of her ears reddening and squirmed in place and a tingle of sexual excitement flowed from her.

By the moment Aila’s presence grew, building a hunger within Jaune for the woman beside him. Jaune looked over his shoulder at his sleeping mother, heart thumping as his gaze returned to Aila. He’d committed the act in front of his family spurred by Tamzi’s aggressive manner he couldn’t help respond in kind swept up in the Night Elf’s flow.

But, Aila.

Jaune reached out to Aila tenderly cup her face, turning her head to face him. The Day Elf tenderly overlaid her free hand over his, enhancing the waves of her enamored love as her eyes drifted shut, basking in Jaune’s touch that pulsed from her in tune with her heartbeat, harmonizing to the beating of Jaune’s own heart.

She made Jaune ravenous.

Leaning over he kissed her, tasting her lips that were sweeter than during the ritual, alluring and refreshing in ways that contrasted Tamzi’s spicy, seductive and invigorating taste. It drove him to press harder by cupping Aila’s cheek and pushing his body into hers, to greedily drink in the serenading aura of her soul that erupted from her being that their make out caused it to sing. Aila without words, guided Jaune’s clumsy inexperienced lips to hers in far more pleasant connections of their mouths.

Drawing him in deeper, and deeper, his passionate attack heightened, tilting Aila further and further into a lean until finally her balance gave, sending them toppling to the mattress that squeaked from the impact bouncing their bodies, Jaune never breaking the kiss thanks to Aila’s supernatural grace during the commotion that left him his hand splayed to either side of Aila’s head as he loomed over the Day Elf persisting in filling the room with the sound of their passionate smooching.

Ailia flicked her wrist, and in the next movement Jaune felt the strain of his pants on his raring erection disappear and the cool air of the bedroom touched his sensitive skin that burned with lust as they were telekinetically removed by her magic.

“Mrph~” A groggy groan penetrated the heady haze of Jaune’s senses, putting him on edge.

Jaune’s eyes locked onto the source, the lump underneath the sheets topped by the trademark luscious locks of blonde Arc hair beside them. The realization that he realized he was bottomless and exposed right beside his own mother’s defenseless figure struck him, instead of freezing in self-consciousness, it caused a spiked of sweltering carnal thrill inside him at the situation, waking a lustful beast within the corner of his mind where it was typically imprisoned that rattled against it’s chains suggesting such lurid fantasies.

Lust whispered it's temptations into his mind, and Jaune in his state heed them. Finally tearing himself away from Aila’s sweet lips, Jaune panted for air and gazed into her deep blue eyes. No words had to be exchanged as their souls radiated their desires, beneath him Aila gave Jaune an indulgent smile and reaching up she tenderly caressed his cheek and her being welcoming to accommodating whatever her god wished.

Granted permission, Jaune knee walked carefully straddling Aila’s body until his hard cock hovered over her stunning face, and one of her hands lingered on one of his bare thighs giving both support and reassurance for what came next. He paused, took a breath and shivered at the sinful act he was about to commit, stretching a hand out he grabbed his mother’s bare shoulder and shook her.

“Mom, mom!” He called out, his tone carrying the need that would stir a parent to their child’s distress. Jaune felt needling recrimination for using it, however the tense excitement it brought smothered shame.

Stirring Violette Arc rolled over to face the disturbance and calling of her son. “Jaune? What is it sweetie?” She blearily asked, in her groggy state she tilted her head, her crimson eyes having the perfect side view of her only son straddling Aila’s head without any pants and a raging erection.

Wetting his lips nervously Jaune put forward the naughty suggestion of his lust. “C-can you watch this?” He asked, almost pleading for it.

Blinking Violette Arc tried to focus, causing Jaune’s cock to throb and dribble precum onto Aila’s chin at the attention, Aila without prompting wrapped her curled her dainty fingers around the head of his prick smearing his cockhead with his precum before languidly running her hand down his length spreading the carnal substance that glistened in the sparse light of the bedroom in a lurid spectacle.

“Jaune, I’m not really sure this is something I should watch.” Violette answered sleepily, and nonplussed, and nuzzled her pillow.

Narrowing her eyes, the way his mother observed, taking in the scene, yet true comprehension evaded her mind, and the proper reaction that should ensue never came. The jarring juxtapose of sense, of decency and of the natural order permitted by the aura Jaune had granted the Elves was a heady brew, but he hadn’t fully realized how the ‘who’ was presence might affect things.

Aila interceded, seizing the center of attention at her when gracefully extending a hand to cup the cheek of Violette as they lay side by side. “Oh, sacred mother~” She intoned with powerful and compelling reverence. “His Eminence, your child, beseech your audience to his union with one of his blessed creations.” Aila paused, lifting her head from the mattress to touch her heavenly soft lips to each of Jaune’s balls, placing a reverent kiss on them.

“Thus I add my own plight, I plead for you to be the witness of this act of my devotion to your child.” Aila’s winsome and motherly request

Violette Arc’s groggy face scrunched in consideration, then relaxed as she yawned. “I suppose I could, though, it’s a little awkward I guess considering his father and I conceived him in this bed. Treat Aila right, ok honey?” She sleepily said, struggling with her state of half-wakefulness.

Jaune’s answer caught in his throat at a sudden searing flash of carnal euphoria that prickled across his skin from beneath him, snapping his attention to Aila. The Day Elf’s face was flushed, and her long ears flicked in little arcs as a trickle of apologetic embarrassment at her wanton outburst of sexual desire.

Gods, it made Jaune all the more ravenous, this moment of sensual desire coming through the otherwise innocent and ‘pure’ Day Elf made him want to tease Aila and it made her all the more endearing. Without looking back at his mother he picked up his answer. “Don’t worry mom, I’ll treat her well.” Jaune said, his breath hot from the lie, he was going to slake his lust using this beautiful woman.

He grabbed hold of the headboard of his parent’s bed, hunching his body Jaune angled his cock towards Aila’s mouth. His intent must have leaked out, since in response the Elf brought both her hands to work his prick, the hand that had been sensually stroking him quickened, gliding over the length of his shaft in a tight ring to the base, her other toys with his cockhead giving his glans a pleasurable twist against her palm. Then, there was Aila’s labored breaths infused with her soul’s intent, swirling around his member in a phantom set of lips kissing along his length, Jaune swore it had to be cheating to be able to cause such spine tingling bliss from just her breath.

Furthering the constantly growing wrongness the new pace brought the infamous lurid sound of fapping piercing the silence of night within his parents bedroom, and Violette Arc, head propped on her pillow watched on.

It paralyzed him from the sheer potent throes of lust that locked his muscles up.

This wasn’t a stranger, or someone from school who he vaguely knew at most from how small the town was, practically a stranger watching Aila pump his cock using both her hands. This was his mother, she shouldn’t be this casual about her son having sex in her bedroom, on her own bed next to her! His mother should be shocked, appalled and scolding him for such debased conduct as the authority within the household, however she laid complicit there. It was a quality a random person couldn’t possess, neither could they possess the intimacy of the fact Jaune would have to face his mother day after day past this moment's intense trespass of the taboo, and try not to remember how he’d gotten away without repercussion.

It made the presence of another which would have been a spice to the moment into an intoxicating aphrodisiac, setting aflame Jaune’s skin leaving his breathing ragged from the raw euphoria that released a wanton groan from his lips.

Which made looking right into his mother’s crimson eyes for what he was going to do next all the more potent. Jaune’s arms burned from the sheer sexual tension with his body, a blazing bonfire sat in his abdomen urging him to give in, to paint Aila’s face right there and now with his seed in front of his mother. Gritting his teeth he struggled to control the descent of his hips, his thighs brushing across the flawlessly silky sides of Aila’s bountiful breasts towards her mouth. A scant few inches, yet it was an agonizing eternity to his sense of perception stoking anticipation that was reward when the sensitive skin of his cockhead felt the touch of Aila’s lips pursed in a tender kiss on the crown of cock, a cool ring of sweet ecstasy that sent racing electricity up Jaune’s back, hissing Jaune’s prick throbbed and spat a dollop of precum and he had to fiercely fight not to climax.

Pressing onwards, steadily sinking his prick into Aila’s mouth the ring of bliss of her lip ascending his shaft. Glancing down, he could see that Aila had closed her eyes, turning her whole focus to being a receptacle for Jaune’s manhood her tongue circled the ridge of his glans once his entire cockhead was enveloped provoking a sharp gasp from him, followed by the lapping at his shaft. It proved too much for Jaune to take, his arm strength giving out before the mid-point of his manhood.

In that split moment he buckled, Aila’s hands were firmly holding him by the sides of his hip, rather than catching him Aila guided his fall, burying the Day Elf’s face into Jaune’s loins, hilting his manhood within her mouth with a wet smack of his ballsack on her chin, his prick was harshly shoved down Aila’s esophagus, it’s smooth walls squeezing the intrusive member.

“That’s a little rough Jauney.” Violette airily commented, her words having no true rebuke, but simply an observation, sending a sizzling stimulant through Jaune’s body.

Sucking in a labored breath and driven by his mother’s words, Jaune grunted in exertion stiffening his limbs and assisted by Aila’s hands to lift his hips, Aila’s silky lips flowing across the few inches extracted from the heavenly pit of her mouth. Then, plunged himself down brutishly back down with a creaking complaint from the bed springs as he grinded his loins against Aila’s angelic face. “Don’t worry, heh, mom I-uh-I’ve got it.” Jaune answered raggedly from his excitement.

Without pausing his lurch, he began bouncing his hips, making rabid short thrusts into Aila’s gullet pounding her head into the soft mattress that metallically squealed, humping her head in a manner completely undignified for such a angelic being such as the Day Elf. He wanted to do this, he wasn’t seduced, he wasn’t strung-along, Jaune admitted this was his own desire driving him to debase such a saintly woman whose face he rammed himself into her throat in front of his mother’s eyes.

Yet, despite his lowly treatment, Jaune from Aila’s soul could feel a purity of adoration and outpouring of love that accepted his primal act with dignity, her hands roamed his sides tenderly caressing him expressing her love and desire to serve him.

It was too much, as fire raced across Jaune’s skin and a deep rumbling groan let his mouth signaling the tensing of his body when with a final thrust Aila’s lips sealed in a firm ring of pressure around the base of his prick when the first thick spray of his cum poured directly into her throat for his first load. Then having known his desire Aila’s hands settled on the sides of his and gracefully lifted Jaune, his cock sliding out of the pressing confines of her welcoming throat, across her tongue that lapped at it in farewell and out between her lips in time for Jaune’s next loads to paint her regal features with pearly ropes of his essence.

A sniffle caught Jaune’s attention, and he looked to see Violette Arc, somewhat more wakeful than before as her eyes took in the sight of Aila’s cum glazed face and her nose wrinkled a bit. “Honey, try not to get semen on the sheets, the stains are hard to get out and if you live with others it can be awkward if they spot them.” His mother said, simply using a request to impart a pearl of knowledge onto him, nonplussed by the situation.

Those words gripped Jaune’s libido with an agonizing wellspring of boiling lust, they were in appalling contrast to what should be coming out of his mother’s mouth and exactly what would stimulate him. He could feel his magic answer to those base instincts and from his self-granted prestigious talent the mystic energy suffusing his screaming muscles, soothing the burn of exertion and reinvigorating them.

Alia’s hands caressed his body with artistry and reverence of touching a holy idol. “Father, oh hallowed father of Elvenkind, this daughter of your making can bear more of your desire.” Joining Aila’s pleading came the soul deep demure and dignified willingness to be subjected to more of his privations that wrapped around Jaune and drew him in, and capped off by the tender brush of her soft lips placed in a kiss on Jaune’s tip, a warm tap that sent an almost painful jolt of pleasure from the still hypersensitive organ.

Gritting his teeth, Jaune slunk down Aila’s body giving him an unintentional gradual show of Aila’s body. First was the Day Elf’s face of statuesque perfection defiled by Jaune’s essence messily painting it, the unsightly splotches of spit smeared across it that glued strands of her platinum hair to it, however her dignity was unmarred as Aila blushed at her state being observed by him with the pride and reverent submission.

Those luscious lips, her mouth and all of it were undeniably his.

Then came Aila’s obscene mammoth breasts fully exposed, her seemingly immovable flaps having slid off to the sides revealing in full their flawless milky white and silky skin with mouthwatering perfection that no human or faunus girl Jaune had met could compete with. A flash of memory of Alia’s bosom wrapped around his rod in the school bathroom hammered they were his as well.

Aila timed the parting of her legs allowing Jaune to seamlessly take up position between them, his sexual appetite wetted sent his heart hammering in his chest, while in his cock throbbed oozing precum that dribbled onto Aila’s taut belly and trailed down dribbling onto the priceless fabric of her dress that had come to adhere like a second skin to her mound.

Jaune cast a glance at his placid mother who was beginning to drift back to sleep made Jaune pause, the wrongness of all of this both stoked the searing desire in his stomach and brought him back to the sense he was just a horny teenage boy who was going to have sex with a woman bareback in front of his mother, in his own parents bed.

Once more Aila’s imploring desire for Jaune to unleash his lusts upon her assaulted his new empathic senses, playing across his heartstrings and causing his heart to ache with guilt. He was her god, her idol given flesh, and she yearned with agonizing adoration that brought shame and guilt at the very idea of stopping now, and she would be his accomplice to making his shameful desire reality.

Rolling her wrists the fabric peeled away as if lifted by an invisible hand with sensual flair, while another similar invisible hand caressed Jaune’s shaft guiding it as Jaune lowered his hips to Aila’s lowerlips that kissed his cocktip with molten devotion that like a completed circuit sent a wave of electric tingling anticipation across his skin from the point of carnal contact to the rest of his body. Taking a deep breath, Jaune with his hands on either side of Aila’s waist placed his weight behind his thrust pushing deeper, Aila’s womanhood presented the perfect blend of tightness and resistance as Jaune’s cock bore down on her slit with building tension, then it yielded letting Jaune’s bulbous cockhead surge stretching her delicate lowerlips in burst of pleasure. Alia threw her head back letting out a moan in her lyrical voice that sang with her heart bursting joy from the union of her body with her god’s.

Penetration became a mind sizzling experience, Alia’s velvety inner-walls enveloping his cock as if molding to best pleasure his cock alone making every inch he sunk deeper a rapturous sensation carnally and auditory due to the magical quality of the Day Elf’s sounds of delight that a chorus of angels heralding the pleasures of flesh that reached the peak of its crescendo of religious fervor when Jaune’s hips met hers in a light impact when he was buried to the hilt inside her.

Jaune, drawing back his hip, found little of resistance he had on his entrance, he shivered as the ravenous side of his lust stirred and a rumbling growl. He thrusted back in, his cock glided through Aila’s passage until their hips slammed together, the momentum traveling to Alia’s breasts sending the two great masses colliding together with the lurid sound of flesh smacking together, the sound made his mother jolt from her dozing state, yet such a wantonly vivid sound, nor the fact Alia’s breasts bouncing and slapping breasts were right before her eyes could Violette comprehend the transgression of the occurring.

The rhythm of Jaune pistioned into Alia was feral, driven by a raw burning carnal desire and little else, an undignified treatment for the angelic elven woman who personified kindness, grace and elegance. The brutish impacts recreated the feat of Alia’s breasts slapping together with each stroke as they came together through circular motions, filling the room with the unmistakable sounds of sex, the squeaking of the bed springs, and of Jaune’s groans and Alia’s moans mixed all together in his parents bedroom.

How long it was his world, Jaune didn’t know as his sense of time had been utterly obliterated until the cloying heat and tension in his body accumulated too much as his orgasm overtook him. His rabid pace lead to the first rope of hot cum painting Alia’s whole passage before he plunged into her depths as her legs locked around his hip keeping him buried inside as each wave of the high came and went from his magically enhanced vigor until after several minutes the climax ebbed away.

A yawn from the side from Violette Arc broke the spell. “If that’s all for now, good night Jaune.” Violette raised her upper body and gave her son a paternal kiss on his sweaty forehead before settling in to go back to sleep.

“Heh, goodnight mom.” Jaune dumbly let out as his prick twitched, squirting out one last dollop into the filled womb of the Day Elf.

Spent, Jaune eased his sweaty body down, his head coming to rest on Alia’s prodigious pillows, the warmth and softness of her flesh was a siren's song of sleep that he struggled to resist, after everything he’d done, he really shouldn’t add sleeping after sex in his parents bed to the list. But, Alia’s hand, tenderly resting on his blonde mop of hair and the bell-like giggle followed by the the outpouring of her adoring affection that surrounded his being weighed down on him like a lead blanket.

Her hand slowly stroked his hair as Jaune’s eyelids slowly closed. “Rest, your eminence, allow this blessed servant to handle everything to ensure your peaceful slumber~” Alia soothingly cooed in her maternal manner.

Little after those words, Jaune felt the touch of magic as the grungy feeling of his sweat vanished, replaced by a sense of freshness and cleanliness similar to having just stepped out of the shower. Magic was ridiculous, though it lacked the pleasantness that a good wash had.

Drifting off to sleep in Aila’s embrace, Jaune’s softening dick still inserted into her womanhood was trapped by his cockhead in the heavenly vice that refused to relinquish that prize held his soft shaft taut as it sought to pull free, but slowly through the contractions of Alia’s inner-muscles it eventually sprung free with a pop felt rather than heard. Unplugged Jaune felt the oozing of the molten heat of his seed languidly spill from the motherly Day Elf’s quim, spiking a thought of pregnancy, it brought apprehension, yet Jaune couldn’t deny a feeling welcoming the idea of fatherhood as slumber finally took him.