She slumped slightly, casting a look of pure, defeated shame toward Kael.

Kael hated the sight of that sadness on her face; it wasn’t just disappointment, it was the look of someone who felt they had failed a test of devotion.

He wasn’t about to accept that. He needed to keep her motivated, to keep the rivalry alive.

"Aunt, if you let me, I have some ideas," he said, his voice dropping into a focused, coaching tone.

"Say it," Suna gasped, clutching the floor with white knuckles.

She was desperate now. Because she believed he’d been with his mother, she looked at him as if he were the expert on how to overcome this wall.

"We’ll do whatever it takes."

"First," Kael instructed, "I need you to shift your weight forward. Get your chest and face flat against the floor. If you push your ass back and up toward me, I can use my leverage and body weight to get a better angle."

She realized his idea was technically sound for leverage, but her heart sank.

She could feel the way her own muscles were stubbornly clenching, resisting the intrusion.

She knew deep down that the issue wasn’t just a lack of force or a bad angle—it was that she was physically at her absolute limit.

Even so, she was willing to break herself if it meant proving she could take what his mother couldn’t.

Seeing the doubt etched on her face, Kael said, "Aunt, just trust me and get into that position. I have a way to help you take it deeper and cut down on the pain significantly."

Suna didn’t have a clue what he was plotting, but the competitive hunger to surpass Amber overrode her hesitation.

She did as he asked, lowering herself until her face was pressed sideways against the cool floor, her hips hiked high and her ass pushed outward, presenting herself fully to him.

Seeing her perfectly positioned, Kael acted fast. He didn’t just push; he pulled his cock out completely, disengaging entirely.

He then leaned down, bringing his face right to her slick, gaping entrance. He gathered a massive mouthful of thick saliva and spat it directly into the passage.

He repeated this ritual four or five times, ensuring that both his cock and her internal walls were drenched and as slippery as possible.

Once he felt the lubrication was absolute, he lined himself up again. With one deep, steadying breath, he delivered two powerful, focused thrusts.

To his amazement, he slid in effortlessly until his balls were pressed firmly against her skin. He was balls-deep in his aunt.

Kael felt a rush of raw excitement, but beneath it, he was honestly bewildered. He wasn’t entirely sure how she had managed to take it all.

At eight inches, his length was no small matter, and while he was still growing and lacked the extreme thickness of a mature man, it was still a massive amount of steel to fit into such a tight, delicate space.

He looked down at her, realizing that Suna had just accomplished no small feat. He had truly pushed her past her limits, and yet, there she was—completely filled.

"Hehe, Aunt, it’s done. It’s all inside."

From her position with her cheek pressed against the floor, Suna couldn’t easily see Kael’s face, but she didn’t need to.

She could feel his manhood pushed deeper inside her than she had ever imagined possible.

She knew he was telling the truth; the sensation was intense, and while there was a sharp ache lingering from the sheer size of him, the overwhelming sense of triumph dulled the pain into something she could manage.

She had done it—she had taken more than Amber ever could.

"Kael, try to hump slowly at first," she managed to gasp out, her voice shaky. "Let me adjust to your size."

"Sure, Aunt," Kael replied. He pulled back until he was halfway out, then pushed forward again, using his full weight to slide back to the hilt.

As he moved, he could feel her internal muscles straining and shifting, literally rearranging themselves to accommodate his shaft.

When he didn’t hear any complaints—only the rhythmic, heavy sound of Suna’s breathing—Kael repeated the motion a few more times.

With each stroke, he picked up momentum, increasing his speed.

"Mhhhnm... ahh... hmm," Suna moaned, her voice echoing against the floorboards. She was genuinely surprised by her own reaction; it seemed she was actually enjoying the sensation.

She paused to wonder why—this was, by all accounts, an odd, illicit request from a hormonal, curious boy—but the physical pleasure was becoming impossible to ignore.

"Aunt, should I slow down?" Kael asked, though his hips didn’t stop their steady, driving rhythm.

"No, Kael," she panted, arching her back further to meet his thrusts. "You can continue at your pace. I can feel some pain, but it goes away as I adjust to you."

Kael didn’t bother to reply, emboldened by her permission. He leaned into her, increasing his pace, his movements becoming more aggressive as he drove deeper and faster, lost in the rhythm of the act.

Within minutes, Kael was properly pistoning into Suna, his thrusts becoming deep, heavy, and unrelenting.

He had the added luxury of listening to his aunt’s constant, breathless moans, and if they were any indicator, she was finding a level of pleasure she hadn’t known was possible.

Every time he hit that specific spot deep within her, a jolt of pure ecstasy rippled through her.

Where on earth did Kael learn this? she wondered, her mind hazy. Can a head injury really change someone this much?

She quickly pushed the thought away. Whatever had happened, it was for the best—she was absolutely loving this new, dominant side of him.

The moans spilling from her lips were quickly eroding her ability to think coherently, leaving her lost in the physical intensity.

After about fifteen minutes of driving into her, Kael felt the initial burst of his energy wane.

"Hey, Aunt," he panted, pulling back slightly. "Can you take the Ratga position again? I’m a little tired, and it shouldn’t be hard to push it back in now that you’re accustomed to it."

Suna simply let out a breathless "hmm" and transitioned into the doggy position, her body already primed and waiting.

Kael reached out, his hands hovering over her as he took in the sight of her. "Aunt, you have such beautiful hair. Can I take hold of it while I do this?"

Suna didn’t have a single qualm. The way he was praising her, combined with the raw physical connection, made her more than happy to oblige. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely steady.

Kael grabbed a thick handful of her long, cream coloured hair, pulling her head back slightly as he began to rut into her with renewed, full-bodied force.

I think I’ve developed a fetish for this, he thought, his pulse racing. Anyway, it’s not like anyone in this world is going to complain about me pulling their hair while I’m fucking them, heh.

He was lost in the rhythm, his grip tightening as he pushed harder, when the distinct, sharp sound of the main door opening echoed through the house.

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