The Universe Wants To Corrupt Lith

It had been half an hour since Lith turned into a chair.

He, for one, didn't hate it as there was no discomfort, just great pleasure.

His mother kept tightening up her insides from time to time, massaging him and threatening to squeeze him dry.

It was a great feeling and Lith enjoyed it thoroughly while reciprocating by giving her a similar pleasure.

His mother didn't talk to him until now as she was really busy.

Lith now felt curious and wondered what she was doing. He peeked a glance at her work and saw her scribbling on some ancient scrolls with a quill. The language or the inscriptions on it were something Lith hadn't seen before.

He didn't disturb her and asked what it was since if she felt he would need to be taught these things, she would have done it already.

Lith continued to watch her and when he felt bored, he would play with her big knockers while also pumping her soft insides.