pretty blood carl x elma

“Your loss to Bella does not undo everything you, Sophia, and Cyrilo have accomplished. The literature program you’ve established is a blessing for this world, and you and Sophia managed to take down a gold-ranked knight who was standing in the way of public education. That is no small feat. You’re too young to be focusing on your regrets, on what you couldn’t do. The story of the Bow Mistress is only just beginning. When the war against the Profane is over, they’ll sing songs and legends about you, about how you fought and saved this world. And your clash with Bella? That’ll be a good story for you to tell around the campfire.”

As she was beginning to doze off as he worked away on her toes, she suddenly felt a quick short tickle on the sole of her foot. She sat up with a start.

Daddy slowly started working his way deeper, and it was as incredible as it always was! He took his time, more than he really needed to even, but I think he didn't want Mom to think he was hurting me. That was fine by me. Soon enough I was taking the whole thing anyways, more than nine thick inches of incredible Daddy cock spreading me open, making me shudder and moan! God, Daddy was incredible! And getting to do it right in front of—on top of!—Mommy, made it even better! Already I could feel the pressure mounting inside me, building and building, and I let go with a trembling wail as he made me cum for him, clutching hard to the sides of Mommy's tits, taking her soft, pale flesh into my mouth and biting her—not too hard, but enough to make her gasp loudly as I did it. I tightened my bite just a little bit more, enough to make her whimper cutely until my orgasm faded and I was willing to let her go, kissing her softly better on the marks I'd just left.