Wet Dream [2]

Ophelia on the other hand was filled with extra pleasure whenever she saw Rudy's face and realized they were having taboo sex.

As her pussy began grinding against Rudy's dick, Ophelia started feeling her pussy become even more wetter.

Getting a hang of herself, Ophelia started moving up and down making Rudy's dick move in and out of her pussy.

Almost going crazy from how much better it felt when Ophelia was moving, Rudy further held back so that he wouldn't cum instantly.

Almost as if noticing how Rudy was holding back, Ophelia let out a sky smile as she moved her waist in all directions increasing the pleasure for both of them.

Still, Rudy somehow managed to not cum and even started to move on his own moving his waist upwards to meet with Ophelia's movement.

As the room was filled with Ophelia's pleasure filled moans, Rudy's grunts, and the sound of both of their flesh slapping each other, it didn't take long for the both of them to feel an orgasm building up.

"Ummm... Rudy... Your dick feels so goodddd!"

"Your pussy feels very good too! I'm... I'm about to cum!"

The moment Rudy said those words Ophelia yelled, "Okay.... Cum! Cum inside me Rudy!"

Hearing Ophelia's words, Rudy left all reasons to the wind and let his dick immediately pour out all his semen deep into Ophelia's pussy.

Ophelia who was already feeling very good, with Rudy's hot semen that hit her like a bullet out of a gun, could no longer move as her toes curled up and she orgasmed covering Rudy's dick which was inside her completely with her juices.

"That was... Goood! But I suspect you still aren't satisfied, right?"

Stating the obvious since Rudy's dick even after cumming was still hard inside her, Ophelia once again started moving making her pussy which just orgasmed turn numb.

A soft, sultry whisper slipped into his ear, like warm silk on bare skin.

"Darling… wake up."

Rudy stirred, breath catching as his eyes fluttered open. He sat up with a jolt, heart pounding—not from fear, but something far more confusing.

There she stood.

Ophelia.

Bathed, glowing, wrapped in the delicate scent of lavender and the shimmer of clean skin.

Her dress clung to her in all the right places, her damp hair cascading down her shoulders like a lover's caress.

She smiled—slow, knowing, wicked.

"Well, well," she purred, voice velvet-smooth.

She tilted her head with a playful smirk.

"What kind of dreams were you having, hmm? Screaming my name like that… and in such sweet, breathy moans," she teased.

Rudy froze, his breath caught in his throat. His face flushed scarlet—burning with shame and confusion.

And as if things couldn't get worse, the very obvious morning wood beneath the blanket pitching a tent to make its presence known… painfully so was out for the world to see.

Rudy bolted out of the room, barely managing to clutch the blanket around his waist as he fled. His face was still burning, heart pounding in a confused whirlwind of guilt and desire.

Behind him, Ophelia let out a low, melodic chuckle, her arms folding gently beneath her chest as she watched the door swing shut.

But once he was gone, the amusement in her eyes slowly faded.

Her smile thinned. Her gaze dropped.

"…He's already starting to have those kinds of dreams about me," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. A sigh followed, soft but heavy. "This is no good."

She straightened, the warmth in her expression cooling into resolve.

"I'll have to send him ahead of time… before this gets harder for both of us."

Rudy sat in his usual study room, surrounded by neatly stacked books and warm sunlight filtering through the window.

But today, the comfort of routine was nowhere to be found.

His eyes hovered over the pages of the open book in front of him, but the words swam uselessly—blurring, unreadable.

He hadn't turned a page in over ten minutes.

How could he?

His thoughts were spiraling, twisted into knots of shame and confusion.

How could I… dream about her like that?

His cheeks burned at the memory. The sound of her voice still lingered in his ears—soft, seductive, knowing.

The image of her naked body pounding on him refused to leave his mind. Every time he tried to push it away, it came back stronger, more vivid.

His own mother.

The guilt hit like a stone in his chest.

He clenched his fists beneath the table, jaw tight. "What's wrong with me…" he muttered under his breath.

No matter how hard he tried, the book couldn't distract him.

Not today.

Not after that dream… and the way she looked at him afterward.

Just then, a commotion broke the silence.

Shouts echoed through the village square. Doors slammed. Children cried. Rudy looked up sharply, his shame momentarily forgotten.

He rushed outside.

A group of ragged, armed men had poured into the village—bandits. Their weapons were crude, their laughter cruel, already kicking over market stalls and dragging frightened villagers from their homes.

But before chaos could fully bloom—

A shadow passed overhead.

The wind shifted, sudden and sharp.

Then she descended.

A figure draped in a black cloak, her entire form obscured from head to toe. The very air seemed to tremble as she landed in the village center, a gust of force rippling outward from her feet.

Gasps and screams filled the air.

"It's the devil!" someone cried.

"Run—she's come again!"

Panic erupted like wildfire. Villagers scattered, fleeing into homes and cellars.

All except Rudy.

He stood still, watching the cloaked figure with calm eyes.

He didn't need to see her face.

He knew.

That's Mother…

She had always kept her true nature hidden from the villagers except for Rudy who knew the truth.

And with a wry smirk, he muttered to himself, "And that's also why I don't go around telling people I'm a devil too."

Before the bandits could process what was happening, the cloaked figure moved—like a bolt of black lightning.

In a blink, she was upon them.

One screamed. Another flew across the square like a rag doll. The third dropped his weapon and ran—only to be overtaken by a flick of her hand, a force unseen slamming him into the ground.

Within moments, they were gone.

Scattered. Fled. Defeated.

The village fell into a stunned silence.