How does Zeno react to his father's behaviour?

The Raven’s Reckoning

Zeno intercepted her the moment she stumbled inside, his grip vice-like around her wrist as he dragged her to the bedroom.

Mara’s protests were weak, her body still thrumming from Ettore’s touch, her mind foggy with corruption.

"Z-Zeno, wait—"

He ignored her, pushing her onto the bed before yanking her hair into a messy ponytail, forcing her to look up at him.

"Open," he ordered, his cock slapping against her lips.

Mara whimpered, but she obeyed, her mouth stretching around his length as he fucked her face with brutal thrusts.

Spit dripped down her chin, mixing with the oil still slick on her skin as Zeno groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.

"Fuck, you’re filthy," he snarled, his hips snapping forward, **** her on his cock. "You loved it, didn’t you? Loved letting him touch you."

Mara’s moan was muffled, her left hand shoving aside her bikini bottoms to rub frantic circles over her clit.

Zeno growled, yanking her up by the hair before throwing her onto the bed.

"You wanted it," he accused, his hands rough as he ripped her bikini top away, her massive tits bouncing free.

Mara giggled, her eyes glazed with lust as she spread her legs, baring her dripping cunt to him.

"Fuck me harder," she begged, her voice broken. "Make me forget."

Zeno obliged, slamming into her with savage thrusts, his cock stretching her raw.

Mara screamed, her nails raking down his back as he pounded her into the mattress, her orgasm building with terrifying speed.

"C-Cum in me," she sobbed, her legs locking around his waist. "P-Please, Zeno, fill me—!"

Zeno’s groan was guttural, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside his sexy girlfriend, hot sticky jets of cum flooding her tight cunt.

They collapsed together, their bodies sticky with sweat, oil and sin.

The Raven’s Doubt

When Zeno finally rolled off her, Mara sat up, the pale beauty's arms crossed over her massive chest as she fixed him with an accusing glare.

"So you like that your dad had his hands all over me," she snapped, the curvy vixen’s soft contralto shaking.

Zeno eyed her with a sideways glance, the young man's lips curving into a smug smile.

"It turned you on too," he countered, his fingers trailing down her sticky thigh. "You came how many times just now?"

Mara’s cheeks burned, her eyes squeezing shut as she admitted:

"O-Okay, I felt pretty sexy, but I didn’t expect your dad to—to get so pushy!! H-He was groping me, his son's girlfriend with that damn sunscreen!!"

Zeno laughed, pulling her into his arms.

"You worry too much," he murmured, his lips brushing her ear. "I’m here."

His hands cupped her ass, squeezing the plush flesh as he added:

"Plus, it’s obvious part of you is enjoying being treated like a piece of meat."

Mara groaned, her body melting against his despite the doubt gnawing at her chest.

This was wrong.

But it felt so good.

And as Zeno’s lips claimed hers, she let herself drown in the corruption.