Leveling Up by Defiling Milfs-Chapter 48: Ch: Home Sweet Home
Jessica buried her face on the pillow, her moans were loud but the pillow worked like packed wool, swallowing her cries into muffled whimpers.
Her walls gradually loosened as he re-forged her dark tunnel with his hammer of justice.
*Plap-Plap!-Plap!!*
"Mmh-Mnnh!-MNHH!" she moaned freely, her mind drowning in waves of pleasure.
After getting pounded mercilessly for straight ten minutes, she suddenly lifted her hips, lifting his weight with her, and unleashed a violent squirt across the bedsheets.
*SQUUUIRTT!*
The sheets darkened instantly beneath them. Yet, Daniel never slowed his hip thrusts—not for a second.
"Aunt, who gave you permission to squirt?" he said, voice low and teasing, "looks like I’ve to teach your greedy pussy some deep manners."
Two fingers found her clit and began slow, deliberate circles with the perfect pressure and rhythm to drive her crazy.
’Fuck,’ he thought, teeth grazing his lower lip, ’her walls are squeezing me even tighter, whenever I rub her sensitive spot.’
Thrust after thrust, Daniel explored her body’s responses, probing each sensitive weak spot with relentless curiosity.
His cock throbbed with aching need as his fingers brushed her clit, her face buried deep in the pillow.
"Ahh~ Aunt, get ready, your reward is on the way," he groaned, chin dipping low.
Right as the first pulse began to climb his shaft, a tiny, involuntary spark of lightning leapt from the pad of his middle finger and struck her clit.
*Plap!-Plap!!-Plap!!!-SPLUUURT!!*
*zap!*
"NGH!! AHHhh!!!" she moaned, her back arched as a raw, animal scream tore from her throat.
Then she collapsed, completely motionless.
For Jessica, the zap-shock and his hot-shot release had synchronized so perfectly that it short-circuited her brain’s nerves entirely. Pleasure and pain, multiplied by ten thousandfold, consumed her.
Daniel on the other hand, unaware of the catastrophe he had accidentally triggered, he simply kept pumping—slow and deep, emptying pulse after pulse deep inside her ass, until there was nothing left to give.
Only then, he slumped forward, chest heaving, still deep inside her ass, then fell asleep draped over her like a blanket.
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The next day.
Late morning.
"Bye... Aunt, I’ll return as soon as possible," he said, waving his hand as he walked toward the town gate.
Jessica waved back with a warm smile. "Bye... Daniel... I’ll be waiting for you."
As Daniel walked toward the gate, he spotted a horse waggoner brushing along the horse’s crest with a stiff grooming brush.
He approached calmly. "Sir, how much to the Arcane village?"
The waggoner glanced at him and replied calmly. "It’s four coppers sir."
Daniel agreed. "Okay sir."
The dirt path stretched out endlessly ahead, with green hills on both sides. Ox wagons creaked passed along the road, burdened with heavy loads, while merchants sold vegetables from roadside stalls.
A soft smile touched his lips as he glanced briefly at an eggplant.
Twenty minutes later, they reached the marketplace. Assuming the waggoner would leave him there, he asked to be set down at his home, which stood not far from the market.
The waggoner complied and dropped him on his gate.
*creak-clang*
The moment, he pushed opened the iron gate. Marnie appeared out of the kitchen holding a wicker rice basket, balanced on her hip.
She immediately set the basket aside and hurriedly walked toward him, a warm smile lighting her face.
"Son, you’re back," she said, wrapping him in a firm motherly hug, eyes closed, "I missed you so... much, Son."
Daniel’s face sank straight into the warm, heavy valley between her breasts.
’Ahh... this warm milk-honey smell always make my cock hard,’ he thought, sliding his left hand into his pocket.
Marnie pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes shining with hope.
"Son, did you pass the trials?" she asked, with a curious expression.
"Mmm... mmp... mm" he murmured, his mouth was still muffled against soft fabric.
With a nervous grin, Marnie finally pulled back from his hug.
"Mom, in front of you is standing a shaman," he said, lifting his chin as he spoke, voice steady.
Marnie’s face lit up with joy as she pulled him into another firm hug, intentionally pressing him snugly between her boobs. "I knew it son. I knew it you could do it. Your father would be so... happy to hear."
"Mmm... mpph" he murmured, his words dissolving into muffled whimpers.
"Son, let’s cook something special tonight, how about beef?"
Daniel finally managed to extricate himself from heaven. "Haah, sounds good mom, but I want to eat lamb meat."
She smiled warmly. "As you wish, my shaman."
He slipped off to his room as she turned to the well, rinsing the rice in cool water before tipping it into the cooking pot.
He tossed his satchel onto the bed and flung open the wardrobe door. Then, he withdrew the grimbook from under his clothes and opened it.
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Name: Daniel Dikson
Class: Human
Companion: Veilintina (Lust demon)
Exp: 2640/7500
Level: 15
HP: 2000/2000
Mana: 620/620
Strength: 25
Charm: 15
Skill: {Voodoo Trap}
Ability: {Third Eye} {Incantation}
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’Yes... I’m level fifteen now, let’s see what she gave me this time,’ he thought, as he turned the pages.
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Human,
I must say, your endurance and determination to seize every opportunity are remarkable.
You’ve shown me your impulsiveness, but what I am about to grant you will demand patience and careful, strategic thinking.
Show me your composure, and I shall grant you powers beyond imagination.
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He turned the pages.
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{Skill}
Veil’s travelling pouch: A palm-sized pouch, capable of holding up to a kilo at its first level. Each upgrade increases its carrying capacity by an additional kilo.
The pouch remains invisible to all eyes except that of its crafter.
Required resources: 200 g of wool or cotton, 300 g of common hide.
Place the resources on the ritual diagram, and recite the chant ’Veiliquandè mikora jim bos ariqueisà’ to complete the crafting process."
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Unlock at level 20
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"Damn, this is exactly what I needed..."
