The Vengeful Tide Ch. 02

It was true, I could see my mother constantly rubbing her thighs together. Her rough hands trailed up my legs. Her hot mouth took my length further and further down. After my previous event with Sothshore, and this recent entertainment, I was quite willing to blow my load into my mother's throat, but I held my nerve.

Soon, I felt my mother gag as her nose reached the hairs surrounding my nether region. A very well-received deepthroat from her. She then leaned her head back revealing more of my cock meat. Saliva dripped coated it like fine oils. Then she brought her head back down. Without a word, she fell into a rhythm of deep sucking.

Up and down. Up and down. My mother, Ira Drakclaw, submitted herself before my cock. She panted while she swirled her tongue over the underside of it. I could see the drool drop down the side of her mouth, but she never stopped pleasuring me. It was not the most refined blowjob I ever had in my experiences, but it was still amazing regardless.

One of her hands stayed on my thighs while the other caressed my cum-filled balls. I do not know who my father was, but he was an utter fool to leave this woman. With some refined lessons, she could rival a high-class courtesan. My breathing grew rough. I could feel the sweat dripping from my form in my mother's indecent act. She alternated between long, deep bobs and swift, short strokes.

My mother took my cock from her mouth for a moment. Liara took the type of interject. "Ask him what he thinks, Ira Drakclaw. Ask your son what he thinks of you servicing his tool like a common wench," Liara said, her voice hot and filled with wanton desire. I could see that the look of indifference on her face had faded away. The Witch of Draegnar was now fully immersed in the debauchery in front of her. She was leaned back into her chair playing with one of her nipples while her fingers were jabbed into her sloppy pussy.

My mother licked my cock a moment and began stroking me. "Does this feel good, Eric? Am I...pleasing you?" she asked uncertainly.

I reached my hand and grabbed a fistful of her hair. "Yes, mother. You're pleasing me so well. Now, beg me to cum down your throat. Beg me to claim ownership of you and your body. Beg me...to shape your mind in whichever way I be seeing fit. You are the ship, and I be your one and only captain," I told her.

"Eric...Son, fuck my mouth and release your cock wine down my throat. Take authority from me and rule our house. You are in charge of everything that goes on around us from now on. If you tell me to walk the plank, I won't even ask which side. Let me drink your cum," she said to me.

I knew what she meant with her comment, but being reminded of the plank made me angry. I made sure to not have it show on my face, but I took a calming breath. There would be time for them all later. "To walk the plank is a traitor's death, mother. I would never unleash such a fate upon you. Now, let me show you what authority I have over you!" I said.

Before my mother could even think about what I meant, I grabbed her and forced my cock into her mouth. Her eyes popped out of her skull as I buried my length further than she had ever gone. I then began to buck my hips against her face and chin. My lust exploded into my mother's body. She raised her arms and grabbed my buttocks. Even now, she was a guiding support that allowed me to fuck her face with reckless abandon. This was not about her feeling good. It was about me getting what I wanted. It was about me getting what I deserved.

"Yes, Drakclaw. Feel the walls of your mother's mouth around your cock. Like a wild animal, feast on her body. Perhaps you two are more interesting than I gave you credit for," the witch said. Oh, she would be sure to know how interesting I was.

I turned my gaze back to my mother. I could see the small tears falling down her face. Obviously my thrusting had left her uncomfortable, but she did not complain. She dutifully found some way to suck me further down each time I pistoned into her mouth. It was such a glorious feeling that I wish it didn't have to end.

Unfortunately, as many have stated, the spirit be willing but the flesh be weak. I could feel the cum releasing from my balls and traveling through my cock. The blood was stiffening my pistol. It was locked and loaded, ready to fire forward. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. Dammit, this was going to be one of the greatest orgasms I had ever felt in all me life.

I grabbed my mother's head one last time and shoved her face against my pelvis. "Here is your reward, mother! Swallow it!" I exclaimed just in time for my cum to explode from my cock and into her waiting throat. Unfortunately, I had my eyes closed so I couldn't tell how she was faring, but thankfully Liara helped my imagination.

"Yes, Ira Drakclaw. Just like that. Accept all of...your...SON!" she said with a mighty shiver. No doubt she was having an orgasm as well. I could hear the way her desk gently rumbled from her movements.

I opened my eyes and surveyed my environment. First, I looked at my mother. Her hair had turned messy from my touch, but I could see that not one drop of cum had fallen to the floor. Having a rather...trained use of my powers over the sea and other water-related abilities, I could control the volume by which I cum very slightly. It was definitely enough to give her a mouthful. Yet, she still swallowed it, and she even began cleaning me. Her tongue continued its job.

I then looked at Liara. The Witch of Draegnar was obviously out of breath. She sucked her fingers erotically with a pleasing smile on her face. The room was wrought with the smell of sex and sweat. If one were to enter now, there would need to be no hints as to what we had been doing.

My cock felt cold air and I noticed my mother staring at me. "Very good, mother. Just you wait. No man will ever be able to give you more than I. This...is just the start," I proclaimed. She did not speak. She only opened her mouth to me showing that, indeed, there was not a single drop of cum to be found. Her mouth had taken it all and it would be flowing into her stomach soon enough.

I picked up my mother and sat her on my lap. We were both dressed again. This time, she offered no resistance when I held her close. I placed my hands on her legs and began rubbing her thighs. A blissful sigh was all that escaped her lips.

"Well, I must say that this is one of the rare instances were business and pleasure collide. Now, don't mistake this, I shall give you the materials you have requested. I'm not doing this because of this little...play we all participated in, but I find myself curious about where a wharf rat like you has come to such knowledge. The play was merely an added incentive for me. It's not every day I see a mother surrender her body to her son, even in my lifetime. We shall draw up our contract upon a later date, Eric Drakclaw. For now, enjoy the materials from my shop," Liara Ilzahold told me.

She took out a piece of paper and filled out the form. She then handed it to me. "Present that to either Goron or Diane. They will collect your materials," she said.

I took the paper and we stood to our feet. "I look forward to future business with you, Witch of Draegnar," I said.

"Please, boy. Call me Liara. I as well look forward to interesting developments," she replied as we left her office.

I turned in the notice the Goron when we found him. He took the piece of paper and walked off. I did not see Burnwood. She must have been out doing something else, but I did notice that the sun was beginning to go down. The day would be over in the span of a few hours.

Soon Goron returned with a storage box no doubt filled with the materials I requested. "Thank you for your patronage," he said. I took the box and walked out. My mother was not far behind me.

As we entered the streets, we began to make our way back to our home. I saw no sign of Stinky Pete "Eric, what...will we do now?" my mother asked. I grinned.

"Now mother, we plan for a nice dinner tomorrow night," I said.