CHAPTER 23: YOU BEAST...

This scene was actually beyond Lucas’s expectations, a small surprise.

He thrust into Uta’s young married woman honey pot, while carefully savoring it.

Up to now, the only honey pots Lucas had truly savored with his flesh rod were those of Sarah and Uta.

Sarah’s honey pot was tight and narrow; even with ample slut fluid lubrication, thrusting was not very smooth.

Uta’s honey pot was soft yet elastic; insertion was very smooth, and when pulling out, the slippery pot flesh that had been stretched out would press close again, wrapping around the flesh rod without any gap like a fluid, thus having no feeling of looseness at all.

This kind of highly accommodating honey pot was just right for a thick and large flesh rod like Lucas’s; he let go of his reservations and thrust wantonly.

But Uta beneath his crotch was unable to respond due to the pain, and even the slut fluid in her honey pot seemed to be getting less and less.

Helpless, Lucas could only temporarily stop and use his mind to heal Uta’s injuries.

Sarah, lying at the very bottom acting as a human cushion, suddenly felt the body pressing on top of her heat up slightly; looking closely, the whip marks she had inflicted were healing and disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, the smooth skin reappearing.

Uta, who had been continuously sobbing, suddenly lost her voice; the pain on her body had disappeared, but the pleasure brought by the Enslavement Whip and the flesh rod remained.

If she made a sound now, it wouldn’t be crying but moaning, so Uta closed her mouth, striving not to make any sound.

Lucas, aware of everything, would not let her have her way; his waist thrust, the flesh rod driving deep in, without any warning giving Uta’s flower heart a fierce impact; she threw her head back, involuntarily letting out a long moan.

Hearing her own moaning sounds, Uta’s face flushed red; shamefully and angrily, she covered her face with both hands.

"Don’t cover your face!" Lucas mercilessly slapped Uta’s plump and enormous breast, making the flesh waves on the big breast surge.

This wonderful scene made Lucas’s flesh rod hard to the point of pain; his hands tightly pinched Uta’s buttocks, the flesh rod thrusting fast and deep like a pile driver.

Their crotches collided at high frequency; Uta’s two big breasts shook violently under this impact.

"...You beast..." Forced by Lucas’s oppressive power, Uta had to move her hands away from her face, but her mouth still kept cursing, "...animal...to actually do...such a thing to...a stepmother...you...will die a horrible death..."

"Stepmother?" Lucas raised his hand and slapped Uta’s breast again, "What? You still want me to call you mother?"

"...I...don’t have...a son...like you..."

"That’s right." Lucas looked at Uta’s two shaking big breasts, finally unable to resist grabbing one with each hand and kneading them.

Uta’s breasts had a texture quite similar to her two daughters’ breasts, soft and smooth, easy to deform and easy to recover, very satisfying to knead.

"I am not your son, I am your father, understand?"

"...You...nonsense..." Hearing Lucas’s words, Uta was so shocked she didn’t know what to say.

Her age was twice his, yet he said he was her father?

"What? Want me to take the whip and hit you again? Let me tell you, when I hit you, I won’t show mercy like sister did." Lucas coldly threatened, "If you don’t want to be beaten until your skin splits and flesh tears again, quickly call me daddy!"

"...You...wish..."

"Call you stubborn!" Lucas raised his hand and slapped Uta with a resounding slap.

He became excited, hitting left and right, more than twenty slaps in a row, until Uta’s smooth, fair face was swollen red, exactly like a real sow.

Unable to bear such humiliation and pain, Uta finally broke down and cried, "...Stop hitting...stop hitting...I’ll call...I’ll call...Daddy! Daddy!"

Hearing this beautiful stepmother with a youthful face and huge breasts call him "Daddy" tearfully, while his flesh rod was still inside his "daughter’s" honey pot, Lucas felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

He quickly healed the injuries on Uta’s face, then bent down to kiss her cherry lips.

Uta had a doll-like face, and her lips were also small and thin; Lucas didn’t need to open his mouth wide to completely contain both her cherry lips in his mouth, wantonly licking them with his tongue.

The sudden kiss blocked the crying sound back into Uta’s mouth; Lucas pursued the victory, his thick tongue openly probing into the other’s mouth, wantonly oppressing the young married woman’s soft, fragrant tongue.

After a passionate kiss ended, Lucas licked Uta’s lips, unsatisfied, and commanded, "From now on, every time I thrust into you, you must call me daddy once, understand?"

Uta’s eyes were full of tears, "...Understand..."

Lucas nodded with satisfaction, while slowly thrusting into Uta’s honey pot again, he bent down to take her big breast into his mouth, sucking, biting, licking, both above and below making sizzling wet sounds.

"...Daddy...Daddy...Daddy...Daddy..." Uta’s cries were very small at first, very wronged, and still carried a hint of protest.

But as the pleasure gradually accumulated, her cries involuntarily gained a bit more seductiveness, turning into charming moans, not only making Lucas’s blood boil, speeding up his thrusting, but even Sarah, pressed underneath the two of them, actually felt her heart itch unbearably, her empty honey pot becoming a complete mess of wetness.

"Good daughter! Good daughter! Your slutty pot is truly a treasure, sucking daddy so comfortably!" Lucas excitedly roared while fiercely impacting Uta’s flower heart, fucking her until she let out high-pitched moans.

"...Daddy...ah...Daddy..." Lucas was pleasantly surprised to discover that Uta not only had a youthful-looking face, but even her voice sounded childish.

Usually when she spoke, she used a reserved tone, so it wasn’t very obvious, but now as she moaned lewdly, her true voice was revealed, crisp like a ten-year-old girl’s.

Looking at Uta’s blushing doll face, listening to Uta’s utterly childish doll voice, the increasingly excited Lucas felt as if he was truly violating his own biological daughter; his fucking speed became faster and faster, the pleasure finally reaching the extreme.

With a low roar, the trembling flesh rod shot semen deep into Uta’s honey pot.

At the same time, under the baptism of semen, Uta’s whole body trembled as she reached climax.

"Get up!" Lucas flipped Uta, who was enjoying the afterglow of climax, over and fiercely slapped her small butt, "Quickly lick it clean for daddy!"

Lucas swaggered over and sat at the head of the bed, grabbed Uta’s long hair, and pressed the beautiful young woman’s head down toward his crotch.

Before Uta even raised her eyes, she smelled a fishy, foul odor. As a woman of experience, she naturally knew it was the smell of a penis mixed with her own vaginal fluids.

She lifted her head and saw a half-soft, dark penis positioned less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose.

Staring at the wet, glistening traces on the penis, Uta, now fully conscious, once again deeply realized the fact that she had been fucked and creampied by her stepson.

After more than ten years of a peaceful life as a noblewoman, Uta felt despair about her fate for the first time.

"Hurry up and lick it clean for Daddy!" Lucas slapped Uta’s head, not too lightly and not too heavily. "What are you spacing out for!"

Snapping back to reality, Uta struggled to adjust her mindset, thinking that she must at least get through this immediate hurdle.

She suppressed her nausea, opened her small cherry-like mouth, and swallowed the penis.

Uta’s mouth was tight and warm, which Lucas found very enjoyable. But her tongue was very clumsy, and her teeth occasionally knocked against the penis. Lucas was greatly puzzled: "Good daughter, haven’t you given James a blowjob?"

Hearing James mentioned in such a scene, not only did Sarah, who was already nestled in Lucas’s arms, tremble, but Uta, who was laboriously licking the penis, trembled even more fearfully.

"...No..." Uta said, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Is that so?" Lucas reached out and squeezed Uta’s large breasts. "He married a stunning beauty like you with a youthful face and huge breasts, yet he didn’t develop and train you?"

"...He..." Uta glanced at Sarah. "...He has long since... long since been unable to..."

"So that’s how it is." Lucas laughed. "No wonder your belly hasn’t shown any signs of movement since you gave birth to those twins. It must have been hard for you all these years, right? I satisfied you today, shouldn’t you thank Daddy?"

"Yes, thank you, Daddy..." Uta said helplessly, not even noticing the hint of seductiveness in her own voice.

Sarah, who was nearby, noticed it and couldn’t help but let out a cold snort.

"What’s wrong?" Lucas felt the ice beauty in his arms seemed somewhat dissatisfied and casually reached down to touch between her legs. "You’re so wet already? Do you want your master’s favor?"

"Yes..." Sarah didn’t want to show herself being fucked in front of Uta. She grabbed Lucas’s arm, shook it, and acted coquettishly. "Let’s go back to the room!"

"Okay, I’ll listen to you, sister." Lucas pulled Uta aside, got up from the bed, took Sarah’s hand, and walked out. Halfway there, he turned back, picked up Uta’s phone, added himself as a friend on the messaging app "Messenger," and then sent her a document.

"From now on, you are my sex slave." Lucas threw the phone back into Uta’s hands. "I sent you a sex slave manual. You must study it well. Do you understand?"