"When you want me without guilt, without doubt, I'll devour you whole."
She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. She knew he was right.
But what she didn't know was that tonight the System would activate the new skill.
And, in Sheera's dreams, she would not only ride Kai like a whore on fire, but she would beg him to get her pregnant.
To fill that eternal void with the only thing she didn't know she desired: to be his completely.
Night fell upon Velloran mansion with an uncommon silence.
Sheera's room was dark, save for the moonlight that pierced through the curtains, creating shadows around the house.
She slept deeply, exhausted from the day, but her body did not rest.
Something was making her hot.
Her lips twitched and her legs moved slightly.
A tremor ran down her thigh, and a drop of sweat trickled from her face.
Her mind began to plunge into a world where consciousness no longer held sway.
It was there that her desire for her stepson intensified.
The dream began illogically, as dreams always do.
Sheera was in her bed, but the environment was hotter, stuffier, as if the air carried scents that only existed on the edge of sanity.
It was night, but the candles burned with golden flames, and the room seemed to vibrate with something invisible.
She felt true, as if she no longer had to hide who she was.
Everything about her was exposed: her doubts, her fears, her loneliness.
And then, the door opened without a sound.
Kai entered.
But it wasn't the fragile boy from days ago. Nor was it the vulnerable young man she had been observing with guilt and tenderness.
It was a different presence, his gaze shining with confidence, his steps firm, his body covered only by a light shadow that hid nothing.
It was Kai, but an idealized Kai, constructed by fantasies she would never admit to having.
"You always desired me," he said, his voice deep and warm. "You just didn't know it."
She wanted to retreat, but her body didn't obey.
She felt her heart racing, her womb pulsing with something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Kai approached calmly, his eyes locked on hers, without fear, without hesitation.
When he touched her waist, a shiver ran down her spine.
"This… this is wrong," she murmured, her voice caught in her throat.
"Then tell me to stop."
She opened her mouth. Nothing came out.
Her breath was trapped somewhere between shame and desire.
Kai pulled her gently, like one holding something precious.
His lips brushed her neck, leaving a wet trail to the base of her ear.
She moaned, instinctively.
His hands slid up her back, tracing her silhouette, until they reached her breasts under her nightgown.
His fingers were firm, exploring, and touched her nipples as if they already knew them.
Sheera gasped loudly, feeling the heat of his touch invade her womb.
Her nightgown was already soaked, clinging to her skin. She felt like she was floating.
"You want me, Sheera."
"N-no… I can't…"
But she was already surrendering. Her consciousness dissolved with each kiss, each caress.
Kai guided her to the window, where the moonlight bathed her body.
She saw herself reflected in the glass: her eyes half-closed, her mouth open, her breasts exposed.
A lost, slutty, and indecent woman desiring a huge dick in her mouth.
Kai leaned her slightly, and she felt his penis brush between her buttocks, firm, hot, pulsating.
She trembled, her knees almost gave way.
His hands held her firmly by the hips.
The tip of his member slid between her lips, unhurriedly.
She bit her lower lip, wanting to flee and, at the same time, begging him to continue.
He didn't penetrate her, not yet.
Instead, he leaned in and whispered in her ear:
"Dream of me, only me."
Then, he began to kiss her with more intensity.
His hips moved against hers in slow, rhythmic, hypnotic movements.
The friction was unbearably pleasurable, with each touch leaving her even more desirous to fuck.
She surrendered completely.
Her hips began to seek his, rubbing against each other urgently.
Her huge and indecent breasts swayed with the movement.
Each moan showed all her repressed lust.
"You're mine, Sheera," he said. "Even if you still deny it."
She was crying and moaning at the same time.
He was taking her to a place where no one had ever taken her, not even her late husband.
Before she knew it, she started riding his dick with a lewdy face.
She stuck her tongue out and began to grind with as much force as possible, wanting his dick to hit her womb.
"This is good, this is too good!"
"Come on, Sheera, I'm gonna cum!"
Her fat ass trembled every time she sat on her stepson's cock.
Sheera couldn't take so much pleasure.
"This is wrong, but I want more."
The fucking continued for several minutes, with Kai slapping his stepmom's ass, teasing her.
"Get me pregnant, Kai, make me your slut!"
The orgasm came and he filled her.
She screamed, while he held her tightly, as if wanting to engrave that moment.
"You're mine forever, slut."
She woke with a sob, her eyes wide, the sheets soaked with sweat and other fluids from her body.
She was alone.
But the name that escaped her lips was still his.
"K-Kai…"
It took several minutes before she could move.
When she finally sat up in bed, the muscles in her legs and her hands were trembling.
Everything in her trembled.
She looked at the mirror on the dressing table.
Her eyes were red and her face still flushed.
"It was… just a dream," she said, trying to believe it.
But it wasn't just a dream.
She could feel in her body and soul that she had long passed the acceptable point.
Suddenly, she heard knocks on the door.
"Sheera, may I come in?" Kai asked.
"It's not possible," Sheera murmured, in disbelief.