Netori Harem: New life as a hunter and gatherer-Chapter 48: Reward from mama

Luke was on his way back home after the fruitful celebration event he attended.

No, the celebration itself wasn’t good since meeting old men could never be exciting for him. What followed that, the secret date with the chief’s mate was what made this evening memorable.

The taste of her lips still lingered. Her lips were quite full and supple. He got hard just by kissing her but refrained from going any further since he didn’t want to scare her or make her wary of him.

He would slowly make himself a home in her heart where she wouldn’t mind risking everything she possessed just to get a taste of his cock.

God, he really wanted to see her trembling in pleasure beneath him.

But right now, his focus got shifted on someone else.

His dear mother.

She has promised to wear that skimpy dress for him tonight as a reward for his bravery.

And when he mentioned it this afternoon, she didn’t appear reluctant. So yes, he was going to enjoy that hot body to the fullest tonight.

His hasten movements brought him back home earlier than he should have.

Once inside, he found his father and Caleb sitting in the dinning hall, discussing something.

When he entered, Gustav got all excited and asked, "How did it go, son? What reward did you receive?"

Luke shrugged, "I couldn’t come up with anything I wanted so I told the chief I would let him know later."

Caleb was taken aback by the nonchalance while Gustav could only snake his head.

He really wanted Luke to get under the chief’s wing so his future got secured. But this morning, Luke has made it clear what he wanted from his life. So, there was no point in discussing things.

Then, he asked, "Where is mother?"

Gustav hummed before responding, "She said she was feeling quite tired so she went to bed early. She must be in your room."

Luke took a deep breath, his cock giving an involuntary twitch. So she was already wet and ready for him, eh?

He told the old man, "I am quite tired too so I will go sleep early. Don’t disturb us, okay?"

Gustav chuckled and said, "Alright. Have a good night, son."

That ..I am going to have one. He grinned.

He rushed through the small corridor and reached his room. Taking a deep breath, he finally pushed open the door...and there she was. His sexy goddess.

Standing in the heavy darkness of the room, Monica remained frozen under the single thin shaft of moonlight slicing through the blinds.

Her long brunette hair clings damply to her neck and shoulders, strands sticking to the sheen of water droplets that covers her flushed skin. She must have taken a bath.

The black see-through lingerie is little more than a cruel whisper of fabric—gossamer mesh that hides nothing.

The tiny triangles of the bra strain against her full, heavy breasts, dark areolas and thick, jutting nipples pressing shamelessly through the net like they’re begging to be sucked.

Every shallow breath makes them drag against the material, stiffening them even more.

Lower, the matching thong is obscene: a fragile scrap that frames rather than covers.

Her fingers—trembling slightly—hover over her mound, trying and failing to shield the completely shaved, plump lips of her pussy. Oh, so she trimmed it for him? Fuck, she was hot.

The delicate skin there is already glossy, swollen, and visibly wet; a thin strand of arousal has escaped and clings to the inside of her thigh.

Sweat beads along the crease of her hips and trickles slowly downward, mixing with her own slickness.

She’s biting her lower lip hard enough to leave marks, cheeks burning, eyes glassy and averted—equal parts embarrassed and desperately turned on.

The combination makes her look like sin caught in the act: a dripping, needy woman whose body is screaming to be spread open and ruined while her mind still pretends to feel shy about it.

Every inch of her radiates that filthy, involuntary heat—like she’s been craving for something meaty and hot for quite long.

Luke closed the door behind him and asked, "Were you waiting for me?"

Monica averted her gaze and said, "...you asked for this reward...but don’t get the wrong idea...it won’t happen again."

Luke grinned and finally reached her.

His one hand cupped her cheek and the other one wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer.

Inches away from his lips, he whispered, "Forget what would happen tomorrow. For tonight, you are mine to ruin."

As those words left him, his lips crashed on hers.

The kiss was brutal from the start—no tentative brush of lips, no gentle coaxing.

Luke devoured her mouth like he’d been starving for it, tongue shoving past her teeth to claim every wet corner, tasting the faint copper of her bitten lip mixed with the sweet heat of her whimper.

Monica’s hands flew to his shoulders, half pushing, half clawing him closer. A muffled moan vibrated into his mouth as he sucked hard on her tongue, then bit down—not enough to hurt, just enough to make her gasp and arch against him.

His palm on her cheek slid down to fist in her damp hair, yanking her head back so he could rake his teeth along the column of her throat. "You’re fucking soaked already," he growled against her pulse. "I can smell how bad you want it."

She made a broken little sound—half denial, half plea—but her hips rolled forward instinctively, chasing the thick ridge of his cock pressing through his pants.

Luke’s other hand tightened on her waist before sliding lower, fingers digging into the soft meat of her ass.

He kneaded hard, spreading her cheeks through the flimsy thong, letting the thin strip of fabric pull taut against her dripping slit. One thick finger hooked under the lace at the back and tugged upward sharply.

Monica cried out into his mouth, the sudden pressure grinding the sodden mesh right against her swollen clit.

"Nngh—Luke—"

He swallowed the rest of her protest, kissing her deeper, messier—tongues sliding, spit slicking their lips, obscene wet sounds filling the dark room.

His grip shifted. Both hands claimed her ass now, lifting her effortlessly until her thighs parted around his hips.

He pinned her against the nearest wall, the cool wood a shock against her overheated back. Her legs wrapped around him on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back, and the new angle dragged her soaked cunt right along the brutal length of his erection.

He rolled his hips once—slow, rough—letting her feel every inch of him through the fabric. The rough fabric scraped against her bare, sensitive lips, catching on her clit and making her whole body jerk.

"Feel that?" he rasped, grinding again, harder this time. "That’s what you’ve been dripping for all night. Bet you’ve been touching yourself thinking about it."

Monica’s head thumped back against the wall. Her nails dug into his shoulders. "I—I didn’t—"

"Liar." He thrust forward in a slow, filthy drag, the seam of his pants pressing right into her folds, spreading her open even through the thong.

A fresh gush of slickness coated the fabric between them; he could feel it seeping through to his cock. "You’re making a fucking mess of me already."

He shifted his grip, one hand sliding between them to palm her breast through the useless mesh bra. His thumb found her nipple—fat, aching, standing straight out—and he pinched it viciously, rolling the stiff peak until she keened.

Her hips bucked, grinding shamelessly against his cock now, chasing more friction, more pressure, more of him.

Luke broke the kiss just long enough to spit crudely onto her nipple before sucking it, not as how a baby should, but how a man does.

He looked into her eyes and told her, "Ask for it, Mother...tell me how much you want this young cock to fill you. Tell me how much you crave me that you can betray your mate. Go on tell me."

Monica whimpered, her ears red in shame but body was too hot to resist the urge.

She slid her hand down and inserted it inside his pants.

Taking a soft grip of his hot shaft she muttered, "Take me, Luke..."

That was all he needed to hear.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.