Danmachi: Keeping It in the Family

Description: Title, in the literal sense. Bell x Alfia x Meteria x Cala(OEBD)… and some new additions… horny additions, hehe.

DISCLAIMER: Danmachi belongs to its respective owners. Everything that occurs in this fan-made story is my own creation and the characters abide by the fictional laws in the setting.

Chapter 2: Immorality

Part 2

Cold, the left part of his body became with the morning's haze sneaking through the open window of their bedroom. He wasn't surprised to blearily spot it open, perhaps having forgotten to close it sometime during the night with how strong the stank of sex was in their sleeping chambers.

Not even a full night's period of leaving it open had done anything for the smell, or perhaps it had more to do with the sensations coming from below the covers; a warmth that should be draped over the left side of his body wasn't where it should be, at least while he was asleep that is.

The covers moved with a life of their own, a tent that fluttered with small sounds that became easier to hear with his conscience returning in full to the land of the awakened; just in time for his nerves to flare alive as they had been provoked for possibly hours without his knowledge.

—crimson eyes crossed; his head and upper back pressed against the bed as the covers suddenly stopped moving. A groan –his groan echoed in the sudden stillness of the room before it turned into a growl as the pleasure racked his lower body.

He twisted, somewhat, enough to grasp at the weight and warmth still trapping his right arm with enough force to likely leave marks on Alfia's alabaster skin, but his first love did not wake up despite his fingers digging deep into the plumpness of her rear.

Instead, she sighed his name, blissfully unaware of the torture that he was unknowingly suffering at the hands of the person below the covers, someone who—

—dainty fingers grasped at his thighs —as if spreading the muscles between his inner thighs as an unseen, tepid wetness enveloped him to the base under the covers. A tightness that should not belong to someone so innocent coiled around his sensitive girth and made the pleasure unbearable to his young mind.

"Aahmn~"

The female hum echoed next; a note that became muffled when her lips sealed before they slithered across his entire length until his lower back raised from the bed in search of keeping himself nestled in the delightful comforts of her mouth.

"Shpm~"

He couldn't even hold back once his groin spasmed, a warning that he didn't even care about as the sounds under the cover became louder to the point that he could hear how the owner of them coughed when she took him down her throat again; the tightness around him increased for a second as the wetness pulled back, almost as if on sync with the load unraveling upwards.

She knew what she was putting him through, giggled at his discomfort then, what he knew was the most sensitive part of himself got stuck —or trapped and assaulted by a slithery tongue that teased and licked at the expanding slit until it finally blew one heavy load into the mouth of the person below the covers.

Without being able to see, from the overload of lust hazing his brain and the covers hiding his view of the one servicing him, Bell could only focus on the sounds they made as they struggled to gulp his copious release.

"Gh—mghhh!"

They tried, they really did if the lewd huffs were anything to go by, but it proved to be an impossible task in the end as the huffs became coughs, then his own warmth started escaping past the entrapment of her lips and covered his length and groin as the person still tried.

A literal wet plop made him growl in anger at still being kept in the dark; a rough pull of the covers threw the cloth against the wall and finally revealed one of the moments that he enjoyed most seeing when in the haze of passion.

Mismatched blue and gray eyes locked in on him; hazy, cloudy, lust-filled but still innocent as her head tilted sideways to press his still splurging tip against the softness of her inner cheek. Another wet pop echoed in his brain, courtesy of the leaking seed raining down her nostrils as they bubbled with her respirations.

Every inch of her alabaster skin was exposed for his eyes to drink just as she did his spilling seed, with several bite marks still adorning her lithe shoulders and most of her swollen breasts spreading under her own weight against his legs.

She smiled, a vulgar sight not belonging to someone with features so angelical before closing her eyes to relish in another gurgled spurt against her inner cheek.

His guess of being teased for hours while he was asleep was confirmed by how thoroughly and smeared her innocent face was with both dried and wet splotches of his previous releases clinging to her delicate cheeks, long lashes and slowly dripping down her chin.

Trails of tears equally dusted her smeared and blushing cheeks, bulging with every spurt that she couldn't fit. His release escaped past her lips and nose in a soapy mess that soon had her eyes starting to roll up as breathing became impossible for her —the light in them glazed completely and her head went down as she momentarily lost consciousness.

—crimson irises crossed over again as the tightness of her throat increased when her body sought the much-needed air to live, but instead only extracted more from his body blessed by the Beast of Calamity to the point that it felt like his life was being sucked away by her unconscious body.

He didn't worry over her wellbeing, needn't worry, as she was equally connected to his devoted Cala and would survive everything short of their own attacks; so, he relished in the sensuous feeling, his free hand's fingers squeezing a bundle of her white hair and forcing her unconscious head to take him even deeper into her compressing throat.

Even when unconscious, her body still drove him insane with the way it reacted to his touch, to his guidance, as it simply wrapped around him with the sole purpose of exacting the most pleasure out of him.

But even then, it simply wasn't enough for him.

So, with an even firmer grip on the back of her head and his fingers coiling around her disheveled white hair –he thrust his hips to ride out every last bit of the excruciating moment.

He pulled and pushed until her loose and drooling lips circled his base and her loose tongue touched his sack; until her throat visibly bulged with how tight it had become in search of air; until her body started spasming in between his legs under the rough affection.

It was becoming painful, the constriction and how long it was taking him to finish; so, he left his first love's embrace to grab his second love's head with both hands and forced her head to move.

But try as he might, with as much strength, uncaring desire, and love, he still couldn't feel satisfied.

So, he doubled over, his stomach pressing her head against his groin and keeping her trapped with his rage in her mouth while his hands parted her plump backside and his fingers unceremoniously slipped inside both holes in her rear's crevasse.

She squelched, literally, from both holes as they had been used and oversaturated during the last few days without respite by him, which only made it easier to finger and fling her into a climax that brought her right back into consciousness.

Her body jumped, but his weight and hands kept her pinned to the bed, then she was coughing –or trying to, as her hands started slapping his thighs, no doubt asking to be released from the torture she had put herself into after teasing him for who knows how long.

But he didn't release her, not until her legs started kicking wildly as she squirted so strongly that the far end walls became as equally drenched as the bed below her waist; until he was finally able to release every pent-up desire of his now-awakened body and lust in the recess of her strangling mouth.

He finally moved back, then, to sit on the bed as she hastily rose her head from his lap and took out what had almost asphyxiated her(again) and started coughing out everything that was clogging and sticking to her throat.

The sight and sounds tickled his irrationality, and without much thought beyond wanting to take her yet again and lose himself in her body, Bell pushed the coughing white-haired woman down, lined himself up with the still squirting snatch of hers, and thrust.

Her mismatched blue and gray irises jumped in sync with her bouncing plump bosom as he didn't wait for her to recover any further, she gurgled something as his hands grabbed both of her ankles and doubled her over until both rested right beside her head.

The position made it so much easier to push himself inside, to the point that her plum belly showed signs of where he was ramming into and only made him want to make it show more and more with every thrust; until she was finally whimpering guttural whines and relaxing her own body to accept him even deeper.

His sight narrowed down until he could only see her hazy and cloudy eyes start to roll up again and with another guttural moan that reverberated through her entire body as her thighs suddenly trembled in his grasp —her sight went white.

And white, transparent, and delighting, sprayed out from her nether lips, wetting herself with the position he was reaming her in, coating her swollen bosom and face with her own glistening liquid —he gulped at the sight of those two bouncing and full breasts before sparing one of her ankles from his grasp to grab at one of them.

No sooner did his fingers sink into the swollen softness that another spray squirted out, though this time it belonged to the light pink nipple firmly taken in his hand —primal thirst took him over, so he doubled over, putting even more of his weight down on her until he could bite at the spraying nipple and suckle on it as if his life depended on it.

Her folds tightened around him at his actions, caressing with the beckoning softness that he loved so much until his lower body couldn't keep the rhythm any longer in their new uncomfortable position and only moved rampantly in order to cram every last bit of his love inside her.

Then she tightened around him even more, to the point that he feared that she would crush him —a skill only she possessed and always drove him crazy when she reached that point.

He could finally feel it coming, then, under the painful pressure that she was gripping him with, and no sooner had her own body noticed his bestial urge –she squirted again, drenching them both as neither could hold it in any longer.

Their hips smacked together one last time, wherein he pushed himself right against her soft innermost entrance that kissed his tip in anticipation; wherein her folds squeezed him the hardest; and, wherein her plum belly took his visible shape and his -their desire for a family of their own took them over the edge.

It was his turn for his sight to go white, seconds that he could not remember except for the sudden nerve-wracking release that completely overwhelmed every functional part of his brain except for the one wishing to bring his partner into another subliminal experience.

Then it was her turn, to literally come back into consciousness(again) as Bell bit none too gently at her leaking nipple until it was gushing a steady stream that he was drinking upon, and started pouring her womb with his own tepid milk.

Her only free leg thrashed wildly as the sensations became too much again, her groin jittered but only made her folds feel more of Bell's throbbing girth inside her —she was trapped with her ass raised and her womb being packed full yet again, without even being able to do anything but squeeze the bed as she was seeded.

She was full within seconds, could feel how there could fit no more inside her womb, but he never cared about that —the Beast that had blessed him –blessed them, had made them more than just mortals— so, she was not surprised when he simply continued past her limits and continued dowsing her insides.

It should've been impossible, but that word became nonexistent after Cala arrived in their lives. So, Meteria simply relished as her son, her beloved Bell Cranel pumped her with so much that her plum belly started matching the swollenness of her leaking breasts.

But even when it all came to a messy, smelly, and overabundant mess that permeated every inch of her insides, her skin, and the bed, neither still had enough.

Nowhere near enough.

Bell finally withdrew from her, keeping only his tip enshrined inside her temple then squeezed his length and added more that wasn't milked to her entrance before fully sliding outside of her, though not without running his underside's length all across her slit that was quick to discharge everything that hadn't fit inside her womb.

Meteria shuddered as Bell prepared her again, his length continuously running and teasing her dribbling slit that dropped several glops of his seed on her now-swollen belly, and just as he was about to start anew–

Dainty hands grabbed Bell's shoulder and threw him back against the bed and away from Meteria.

Mismatched green and gray stared Meteria down for a second, unbridled jealousy shining in them as they landed on her swollen belly and discharging slit.

Meteria smiled innocently as her body came back down on the bed, wherein upon hitting it, only plopped more of her cherished son's seed out of her folds. Alfia huffed and crossed her arms, incensed, and angered that she was not woken from the start to participate, most likely.

Though Alfia really hadn't any right to be angry because she was the one to gobble on Bell for three hours straight while he slept the previous morning and even had the gall to have shower sex with him while Meteria was cooking for their little incomplete family.

If anything, this kind of morning was the norm between them ever since Alfia had accepted to become her son's first wife, though they had yet to have their wedding, so… without really saying any words, all three immoral lovers moved to continue their daily routine.

Or at least one of them, because today one of the two twin sisters would have to accompany Cala into the Beast of Calamity's territory to bring some things to Orario that Cala had forgotten on their last trip.

So, Alfia and Meteria silently moved to start their competition on who would go and who would stay and enjoy Bell's sole attention, and most likely, be fucked silly, into unconsciousness, then back into consciousness and back into fucked silly…

Bell, for his part, said nothing and merely did his part of laying down while his mother seated to his left, his aunt to his right, and their long, luscious, naked legs scissored around his girth and pressed their fleshy lips against him.

It was his turn to squeeze the bed as the twins started moving, slowly running their damp slits across his length until his head lightly teased their bundle of nerves; they would travel back down his length, lathering him with more of their essence until it became a soppy and messy affair that quickly turned worse once Meteria increased their pace.

The immoral affair only became more vulgar when the load that he had pumped into Meteria started actively dribbling out while they scissored him; their essence mixed with his in a soppy mess that quickly turned worse with their hastening movements.

He didn't know whom to gaze upon, whether it was his mother with swollen and leaking breasts and slushing belly as she worked her hips and withheld from losing the competition by pinching her own nipples, or his first love —his aunt —his beloved Alfia who looked back at him with a need that she panted loudly every time her hips rose the highest.

Mismatched green and gray glimmered, and he knew at that moment who had won and who had lost.

Alfia couldn't take it any longer.

Her hips rose higher and angled in just the right way for Bell to slide right inside her —She sighed, wantonly and blissfully before her long legs trembled in ecstasy the more that she descended until he was finally fitted inside her again.

"Yes!" Meteria cheered from the side, having won the competition and the right to remain by his side. She decided to give Alfia a moment of her son's time because while they would fight over his attention, it would be unfair to take it away from her when Alfia would be the one leaving.

So, his mother was quick to recollect her legs and move to sit by his head, lifting it off the bed and placing it over her lap. His ears lightly pressed against her swollen belly, and his last view of Alfia was of her taking complete control over his lower body before his mother's swollen and leaking breasts covered his entire vision.

And filled his mouth, again.

Alfia took a minute longer, relishing in feeling her love almost bottoming inside her before she moved to an even more comfortable position for the two of them. Her insides twisted around him as she moved without taking him out, her back faced him as she was too ashamed to show her face to her love after having lost the competition.

Her legs parted, thighs firmly pressing against Bell's thighs as she sat seiza over him; his fingers were quick to blindly clamp her left side and grasp a handful of her plump rump while she slowly rocked her hips back and forth to fully feel her love scrape her insides with his length.

"Ah… How I needed this…"

Alfia eagerly sighed as her nails found his calves. She managed to hold back from wounding her love for a second, but upon him using his grip on her waist to match her hips' rhythm with humps of his own, she lost control. Again, her nails sunk into his flesh, causing him to hiss in pain.

And throb inside her.

"Mghsoooorry!" Alfia moaned out, ashamed of having hurt him again but her composure got thrown out the window since she knew that he wasn't bothered at all

Case in point, his hands firmly grasped her waist then Bell had her bouncing up and down without a care in the world for his injuries.

"YES!" Alfia screamed, nails digging deeper into his flesh as their bodies thumped loudly, "More, more, my love!"

She begged again, not even caring about how wanton they made her sound as long as it drove her love to screw her senseless before she had to leave with Cala.

And senseless he fucked her; her words had stirred him to work harder –to screw her insides much harder until he was using every little bit of strength that he shared with Cala to fulfill his aunt's desire; to make sure the only thing that she could feel was his love gouging her insides and building up the pressure in her stomach.

The blankets turned red with his blood as her nails found more places to tear into him, but neither cared for anything beyond the sight and feeling of Alfia's plump rump and his crotch mushily meeting with loud noises that she would normally abhor, but she didn't care!

Alfia was one with her love, her nephew, her Bell Cranel.

If he asked her to scream to the high heavens her love for him, she would do so in a heartbeat.

And so would he, had already done so… so many times when he courted her, oh…the memories of the young child professing his love to her with flowers from the garden every day... those memories were filling her heart as much as he currently was filling her insides.

Then her love throbbed, a warning accompanied by his sudden erratic movements. He was close, no doubt her sister's fault for having his way with him earlier, while she still needed just a bit more—

"Hold it, my dear!" Alfia screamed out, hips crashing down on him and rocking wildly back and forth as she used his tip to scratch her innermost entrance where she was most sensitive. "Just a bit more, please!"

His response was a pained grunt, his engorging member, but no release –as much as he wanted to drown her insides with it, he wanted her to be happy before obtaining his own happiness.

She smiled, not that he could see, as she finally felt the built-up increasing and descending her taut stomach; her eyes fluttered close as she started moaning softs:"Together, together- together!"

Any second, she could feel it, any second and she would be filled —her love would fill her again, and hopefully, hopefully, this time they would finally—

Meteria gasped, and Bell grunted as he groaned, "Alfia… Alfia!"

His calls were the final straw –she squeezed down on him, her last coherent thought was flinging her hands away from any part of him in case she lost herself too much, then she was literally showering everything below his waist with her release as her voice pitched loud.

She finally felt Bell give in too, an unrestrained surge of ardent liquid releasing right against the entrance to her womb; his fingers scratched her wide hips so wildly as their bodies trembled together, a futile attempt to not get swallowed in the pleasure.

But caring not if they drowned within it.

It was impossible for them not to, Alfia wanted him so much that she lost the competition within minutes of starting, and Bell… he… he always tried, always, always…

To—

Bell bounced her again; she gasped, "Dear!?"

He hadn't finished yet, was nowhere near finishing, but he moved as if he wasn't releasing wave after wave inside her.

"Ooh goddESSES!"

Her scream pitched even louder to the point that it rasped her throat, but it mattered little if it meant making her love know how much she was loving what he was doing to her, what he was making of her.

What he wanted to make of her.

In no time did her body respond to his emotions, driving Alfia to another mind-numbing climax that would require yet another change of mattress with how much she sprayed over their bed again before her body collapsed forward into the pungent mess of so much promiscuous sex.

All the while, Bell continued plowing his release into her, regardless of how much she spilled and oozed through their intimate connection. His hands and hips did all the job, raising and lowering her with reckless abandon in all directions with one thought alone; one that she shared as she held her slightly distending belly with hopes.

She could voice no further words anymore after the third time her body shut down –her entire body completely numb except for feeling the warmth flooding her insides, on the fervor that made her normal taut belly swell with their shared wish.

Whether it happened this time or not would matter little, they wouldn't stop trying no matter what until they had many, and even if… even if—

Bell's weight pressed against her entire back, Alfia not even realizing when they had changed positions until her arms were bound above her head, firmly pressed against the bed, as his teeth bit at her left ear from behind and gently whispered:

"I love you…"

She responded –tried to, with a jumbled sensual mess of a response that he surely understood before he had her coming for a fourth time and grinding against her with their combined wish.

Alfia, his first love, would bear Bell's child, her only love's child.

Sooner or later.

- 0 - KIIF - 0 -

"You're not forgetting anything this time, right?" Bell asked as he patted the black-haired Beast of Calamity that was much, much taller than him.

"I think so." Cala responded, her usual husky and growly voice contrasting with her swishing draconic tail that made her look more like a dog than the actual embodiment of the promised end that she truly was. "Alfia made a list for me, so I think we're not missing anything this time."

"That's good." Bell moved to hug his Beast, his face mushing into her scantily hidden valley, "Please take care of her..." He looked up at Cala's slanted eyes, her mismatched blacken-irises sparkling as she knew his next words were, "And keep yourself safe too, please."

Cala snorted. They both knew that nothing in the world short of a God using their full might would wound her, but her Master still feared for her safety whenever she wasn't by his side.

"I will." Her bestial grin was reassuring; a quick nuzzle and a nip at his lips which had him bleeding later, and she was making her own demand, "And you make sure to see the sun at least once in the next week, I don't want to find you dehydrated all over again."

It was Bell's turn to snort at the memories of that awkward experience where he had to explain to Meteria and Cala how Alfia had left him in that state when the two were gone for two days.

Speaking of Alfia, Bell finally separated from his Beast that laughed to herself, to speak with the Sorceress in question.

Her eyes were closed, a blank mask on her features that betrayed no emotions, until he took her hands in his and squeezed, that is.

"Alfia…"

"Don't say it." Alfia fluttered her eyes, mismatched irises gazing at him with love and sudden longing, "If you say it, we will never leave."

Bell wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, even a day away from her made his heart twist painfully —a day without any of them by his side made him sad to be precise but after another wild morning of trying…

"I know this is futile to ask of you, my dear…" Alfia bit her lips, her gaze closing once more, "But… would you… try… with my sister, too?"

Indeed, it was futile.

Every time they were together, came together, all of them, he tried.

There never was a time that he didn't try, for their lives were and would be as stable as they ever would be for as long as they lived, and they only had a few missing things to do before being able to successfully call themselves a family.

A complete family.

"I'll try even harder with you once you're back," Bell replied, his hands lightly touching Alfia's taut stomach over her dress. "I promise."

Alfia smiled; with a soft nod before finalizing their brief goodbye with a long searing kiss.

She had already bid farewell to her sister who remained quiet by the house's door, a small smile with a basket in hand that she handed off to Cala before they truly departed.

It would only be a week at best, but for those four who rarely if ever spent a day apart from the others, it would feel like forever.

- 0 - KIIF - 0 -

Or so, Bell had initially supposed.

Meteria had gone back inside their home first, intent on cooking their lunch while Bell simply stood outside their home, rooted to the spot and watching in the direction that Cala and Alfia had left for a good few minutes longer.

If he was correct, the two would be leaving from the northeast gate of Orario, which was the closest one to where their home was located. Again, he was hit by the empty feeling of not having either of them by his side, but perhaps, it would do him so well.

He needed to grow used to being away from them, if only for a day, so he could proactively start delving deeper into the dungeon with Cala -far deeper than any official Familia had done so if only to fulfill their promise that gave Cala freedom to roam the streets of Orario.

Technically, they could, at any time, forego the promise and simply force Orario into submission with Cala's might alone, but the four of them knew that doing so would simply ruin the peaceful life they were trying to build up.

And more importantly, ruin the future they were trying to create…

Having become Cala's Master was not without its consequences, neither had curing Alfia and Meteria come without them, either. Sure, they were healthy and looked so much sexier with a lifespan that neared damn near immortality, but such long-lived life came with the same restrictions as most other long-lived races suffered from.

An astronomically low chance of conceiving children.

That was the curse of having mixed their blood with Cala's own in order to recuperate from the sickness that plagued their bloodline; a monster's blood —the Beast of Calamity's blood complicated a lot of things, issues that they would face after a few thousand years, but by then, together, they would be able to overcome.

However.

None of that was stopping them from trying to complete the peaceful future they longed for, a future with children of their own that they could dote on…

Bell sighed, his breath creating a puffy cloud under the freezing weather abating Orario before he finally shook his body free of the snow that had piled up on him and went back inside his home.

The homely warmth of their quaint home immediately greeted him, along with the vision of his mother smiling from the kitchen with an apron and a ladle in hand that she waved with.

"Is soup okay with you, my dear?"

Literally with only an apron and a ladle in hand.

"M-Meteria!?"

"Mm?" Meteria twisted her body, back bending forward for her forearms to rest on the kitchen counter as the apron barely clung to her leaking breasts; the entirety of her sculpted side with love handles in full display along with the well-developed shape of her plump rear wiggling invitingly. "Yes, my dear?"

"A—" His mouth went dry, words turning into a rasp mutter. He was enchanted once more by the innocent indecency of his mother. The last words of his first's love, Alfia, replayed in his mind -to try and get Meteria pregnant while she was away… "—Meteria, don't you dare move from there."

Meteria laughed throatily as Bell ripped apart his shirt while jogging toward her.

In no time his hands were upon her, pressing her against the counter as his pants pressed against her naked and already-drenched snatch; of the two sisters, Meteria was most definitely the needier one, perhaps something that had to do with how little she could keep up with all of them in the long term, but Bell wouldn't have it any other way.

Bell could never get enough of his mother's swollen breasts that couldn't fit in his hands at all, for they were even fuller and plumper than her sister's since Meteria's body never stopped producing milk —a blessing that he was privileged to enjoy to his whims, which he did as he bit as his mother's shoulder while squeezing her.

Her back arched and her ass pressed harder against him as her teats sprayed and wetted her apron, making it cling to her and for his fingers to slither over her bosom with more ease while also making the task of milking her more difficult.

But also, more fun.

"You mgh~ really love doing this, mmm?" Meteria grinned between her moans.

"About as much as I love all of you," Bell bit her shoulder again, leaving another mark on his mother's porcelain skin –blemishes that marked her as his. "Goddesses, you're so beautiful, Meteria."

Meteria smiled, a full grin before her mouth took an o-shape when Bell tugged much harder at her dripping nipples –her ability to coherently respond soon ceased to work, an issue that made her contrast more with how her sister reacted to Bell's dotting love.

Where Alfia screamed to the high heavens at every little thing Bell did to her, Meteria became the silent one under his lascivious ministrations; something he liked to poke fun at them about, while also admitting to making him love them even more.

"Goddesses…" Bell whispered into her ear again, fingers sadly retreating from her spilling bosom, "I can't…"

Clothes rustled, heat pressed against her weeping core, and Bell rammed her against the counter without much preparation.

–mismatched blue and gray crossed as Bell bottomed out inside her, her insides being already wet from what little he had done to her before Bell was bundling her hair and arching her back while her hips pressed against the counter.

She was trapped, again, between the counter, and his thrusting hips, without being able to do anything else but whimper to herself as his tip visibly bulged her plum belly with every strike against her inner core. His mouth found the side of her neck wherein his teeth nipped and grazed at her skin, not quite piercing but painful enough to have her whimpering again.

Unlike Alfia who loved to be treated gently until she lost her all composure, Meteria didn't care how Bell took her as long as he had her whimpering senseless and filling the void in her heart and body that his bastard of a father had left behind.

Oh, how naïve she had been, to think that such a perverted man like him loved her for more than just the body that was a spitting image of Alfia –They got together, once, from where her Bell had come from before he didn't want anything to do with her with how many expectations everyone placed on his shoulders for having taken her hand and virginity.

And when everyone had failed to fight against Cala, in the Beast of Calamity's angered state, he was one of the very first to run away to never be seen ever again.

And dare Meteria to say: good riddance!

Had it not been for him being such a scum of a man, she would've never found her true love in the shape of her son, her sweet, bestial, Bell Cranel that would marry his sister, and then marry her.

And would give her the family that she truly desired and dreamed of in her naïve years.

Her plum legs split and bent as Bell picked up speed, pleasure making her forget the hateful memories as he forced her upper body on the counter yet again, pressing her face against the cutting board that squeaked over the wooden counter with every slam of Bell's hips.

Meteria loved when Bell gave in to his most bestial urges, taking her in whatever way he pleased until she was seeing stars; until her insides were painfully clenching around him with the unbridled need of wishing to conceive her son's son.

She didn't care how immortal it would look in the eyes of others; didn't care of the words that they would spite her with for uniting with her son–

All she cared about was her happiness –No, their happiness.

Because if Bell Cranel had rejected her intimate love for being his mother, she would've wallowed in her despair but never come this far–

And come, she did, hazardously so.

Bell had to hold Meteria's neck with one hand and press her upper back against the counter as she started trashing with her ferocious release; her legs kicked everywhere, knees painfully hitting against the counter as her insides threatened to crush him until she was finally raining over everything below their legs.

A pool –a glistening pool of Meteria's liquids cascaded down where they were connected, along her long plum legs until it pooled around Bell's feet; liquid that continued cascading as Bell took grabbed one of her plum legs and rammed into Meteria with even more strength.

She was completely at his mercy, without any real strength to even try to put up a fight as Bell finally found his own edge; her sensitive folds were quick to accommodate his length as he ground against her, making sure that everything surging from his tool went directly into her womb.

Even as far away as they were from Cala, her blessing still affected them both, and Meteria was not surprised to feel her weight increase as her body accepted and withheld every last bit of her son's release inside her womb. It would be a long minute before he was done, she knew from experience but—

They were alone.

As in, truly alone.

Nobody else would get his attention while Bell was seeding her.

Nobody would get in their way while Bell tried to make Meteria a mother again.

And there would be nobody to stop them from giving in to their combined dream that they had tried to achieve with every time they came together.

So, Bell didn't wait for his member to finish splurging inside Meteria, didn't even care that his mother was trashing in his arms as she tried to hold against the pleasure wracking her body –His arms wound up around Meteria, just below her breasts and pulled her up from the counter.

Her legs continued kicking, and her nether continued leaking, as Bell moved until Meteria's body bent over the back of their new couch in their living room; her plump rump sticking in the air in all its glory as she squirmed her hips in his grasp.

Her legs didn't touch the ground, not that she would really need to, because Bell would be grabbing her love handles and ramming into her again with reckless abandon until they were both gushing again.

Then Meteria's face got pressed against a wall –she didn't even know which, with Bell's entire body pressing her against said wall. She was trapped, yet again, without her legs touching the ground, yet again, and her stomach being forced to spew through her swollen nethers as Bell pressed her harder against the wall with every thrust.

For a moment, for a split moment, when Bell had bitten at her shoulder again and left another blemish, Meteria blacked out under the never-ending pleasure, and only woke up when another mind-breaking climax had her spasming beneath Bell.

Glazy eyes barely took in Bell's position above her, literally; her head rested against the ground, her body turned upside down and being held up by his grasps on her plum thighs, his own legs were at either side of her crotch with his member lodged at a painful angle for him.

But he didn't seem to care, pain was never a bother to him; in fact, they both most likely shared that little bit of masochistic kink since Alfia had unknowingly trained them to take in pain while they had sex.

Then he was cumming again, her mismatched gaze losing sight of him yet again as her swollen belly couldn't fit in any more of her son's seed; it spilled from her slit, gushing over her buttcrack and down her spine and also over her swollen belly and down her breasts.

She was lifted off the ground, again, upside down, and thrown on her back against the couch with her breath taken out of her; she didn't even recover before Bell's fingers wound around her neck in a tight grip and he was inside her again.

Stars filled her narrowing vision quickly, the fear of losing air not existing as she knew Bell would stop just before it got too bad– He did, and she coughed for air for a split second before her windpipe was squeezed again and she squeezed painfully around him again.

The house became cold, but their feverish bodies never stopped moving; her body adventured every expanse of their living room, and their essences quickly conquered every inch of it, until the smell was unbearable.

Bell lifted her; his arms below Meteria's armpits and his fingers tweaking her swollen nipples to spray more of her milk all over the place while he carried-fucked her into the second floor of their house; where the smell was less potent but became not the least pungent as they simply continued.

And continued.

Her knees pressed against the ground, her face being pressed by his hands on her matted hair, her plump ass high in the air as Bell took her in an animalistic way that made her feel shame –lascivious shame as it only made her come much faster until one climax ended where another one immediately started.

Bell filled his mother yet again; the immoral idea of rutting like beasts corrupted his mind and he turned his body around before realizing it, he came, like a dog seeding his mate–

But it wasn't enough.

It simply wasn't enough.

The house became warm again, as the light shone from the window that Bell pushed Meteria's upper body outside from; where her hoarse voice didn't reach a single soul in the evening of the next day, but where her puffy and swollen nipples rained down on the alleyway behind their house.

If anyone looked up– Hell, if anyone passed through that alleyway, the amount of milk raining down the window would have them looking up and finding Meteria in the middle of trying to conceive(again).

But nobody passed through, and Bell finally moved her away from the window to the showers; then to the kitchen again; then to the guest bedroom –Then they were back in the living room where the darkness of the night greeted them once more, and Meteria's breasts were pressed against the living room's window.

Again, if anyone so much as walked over the front of their house, they would've seen the visage of a whimpering white-haired woman extremely flushed and coating the glass that she was pressed against with her maternal liquid –But it was night, and nobody walked, not even when Bell opened the latch to the window and had Meteria sticking out of it again.

So much shame, so much immorality, so much bestial and primal desire brought them back into the safety of their bedroom; a candle barely lit their sweating and feverish bodies as Bell had her pinned on her back against the bed, her ankles firmly held around his neck as he filled her again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Meteria made a new record, for she lasted until the dawn of the third day before Bell had finally fucked her into blissful unconsciousness…

And continued fucking her.

Until she woke up again.

And they continued.

Meteria would bear Bell Cranel's children too, after all.

Sooner or later.

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Cala scrunched up her nose once she and Alfia had returned to their home, "How much do you want to bet that they didn't go outside, again?"

"I won't bet." Alfia glared at her, "I swear if he doesn't fulfill his promise to me—"

"Oh, don't worry." Cala waved her claw –hand before anyone else spotted the failure of her transformation. "I'll make sure he has more than enough for you, me, Meteria, and our dear guest…"

Mismatched blacken irises and mismatched green and gray stared at one of the 'things' that Cala had forgotten to bring in the last trip.

A woman with golden hair and an obsolete version of divinity flowing through her —No, not a woman.

A spirit.

And behind her, the child of equally golden hair that hadn't seen her mother ever since Cala first snapped at humanity all those centuries ago and claimed the Spirit as her own.

"Remember to be on your best behavior, spoils; my Master may be human and still act as one, but I am the very same Monster that froze you all those years… and I won't hesitate to do it again if you dare raise a hand against him."

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Author Note: Welp… uh…. We got an uh… oyakodon for the next chapter… along with more spicy moments… Alfia, Meteria, Cala, and the two new Spirits of golden hair… I wonder who they are.

Also, don't you love it when plot is hidden within the plot? I certainly do… hehe… hehe

-Jas / Shiiva

P.S: UWOOOGHHHH SEGGHHHSSSSSS :flaresmile:
P.S 2: No, I still don't care. Yes, I still am horny for Meteria, and will continue to be until the end of time.