by Tamryn Tamer
“Perfect?” Cassia whimpered as Frost reached her white lacy panties. He slipped his fingers underneath the lace edge and cupped her large ass in his hand. His cock throbbed at the thought of pulling her into him. “Really?”
“Yes,” Frost said as he buried his face in her slender neck, licking her delicate flesh as he squeezed her plump ass. “I want you so fucking bad.”
“Say it again,” Cassia moaned as she moved toward his pants, rapidly unbuttoning them. Frost quickly helped kick them off, along with his underwear. The white-haired prophet wasted no time as she gripped his thick cock in her hand. “Tell me that you want me again.”
“I fucking want you,” Frost growled as Cassia began to slowly stroke his cock as he pulled her ass into him. “I want you Cassia.”
“You really are the worst husband,” Cassia moaned as she wrapped her leg around him. “Lusting after your mother-in-law.”
“I warned everybody I’d be a horrible husband,” Frost said, as he slipped his fingers in the waistband of Cassia’s lacy panties and started to pull them off. The ivory-haired elf helped by kicking them off once they were low enough.
“I’m such a horrible mother,” Cassia replied as Frost slipped his hands between her legs, her thighs already drenched as he approached her warm pussy. “I’m getting so wet just thinking of fucking my daughter’s husband.”
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as she gripped his throbbing cock, her words arousing him more than her hand.
“Goddess,” Cassia whispered as she licked his chest. “You really are a horrible husband. Getting so turned on at the thought of fucking your wife’s mother behind her back.”
“You’re one to talk,” Frost growled back while massaging the soft flesh surrounding her pink cunt.
“I know,” Cassia said, wrapping her leg around him as she gently pushed him onto his back. The curvy elf straddled his waist and slowly moved her hips downward until Frost felt her warm drenched pussy against the tip of his cock. He thrust his hips in an attempt to get inside, but she pulled away. “Tell me that I’m as pretty as my daughter.”
“What?” Frost responded as the beautiful elf lifted her gown over her head, revealing the amazing curves of her body. He looked down at her beautifully trimmed white bush and her fertile hips straddling him and his desire intensified. Her narrow waist not only enhanced those sexy hips but her already substantial chest as well. Her massive breasts and beautiful nipples hung over him, eager to be sucked on as she lowered them toward his face.
“Tell me that I’m as pretty as my daughter,” Cassia whispered as she stared at him, her violet eyes begging for him to say the words. “Please.”
“You’re as beautiful as Lysandra,” Frost said, grabbing her hips as she lowered her large breasts to his face. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and quickly began circling the hard tit with his tongue. He found himself wanting to kiss and suck those magnificent breasts for hours on end, worshipping their perfection. “You are so fucking perfect.”
“Herald Frost,” Cassia moaned as he squeezed her ass, spreading her cheeks as he guided her toward his cock. “Say it again. Tell me I’m as beautiful as my daughter.”
“You’re as beautiful as your daughter,” Frost repeated as the tip of his cock rubbed against her drenched hole. Cassia reached back and guided Frost’s cock inside of her, gasping as she slowly slid down his thick shaft, every inch stretching her warm cunt. “Fuck.”
“Frost,” Cassia moaned, smiling as she enjoyed the sensation of being stretched. “Does my pussy feel as good as hers?”
“Your pussy feels as good as hers,” Frost confirmed as Cassia’s tight pussy clamped down on him as she started slowly gliding up and down on it. Frost’s hands gripped her large ass, squeezing it as he guided it up and down on his cock. The elf’s warm juices dripped down his shaft making it easier as they went. “Your pussy is fucking amazing.”
Frost thrust his cock hard while pulling her down onto him, striking her core with reckless abandon causing her to fall forward. Her large breasts pressed against his face as he continued to fuck the curvaceous elf.
“Goddess,” Cassia gasped. “My daughter’s husband really is the best.”
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as the violet-eyed prophet pressed her breasts together, his face between them as she squeezed. He licked at her beautiful chest while helping the elf to bounce her ass on his cock.
“Lysandra’s going to be so angry with me,” Cassia moaned as she sat upright on his cock, pressing a hand against his abdomen for balance as she began rolling her hips. She gripped one of her large breasts with her free hand and pulled her nipple to her mouth, biting it playfully before releasing it. “I’m the worst mother. Tell me I’m a horrible mother.”
“You’re a horrible mother,” Frost groaned as she increased her pace.
“Be mean to me like Renna,” she panted as she stared down at him, her violet eyes filled with desperation as she aggressively squeezed her own chest. “Tell me how awful I am.”
“You’re a filthy whore,” Frost said while gripping her hips. “Lysandra should be ashamed of having such a dirty fucking whore as a mother.”
“I am a dirty whore,” Cassia moaned while increasing her pace. Her tight cunt gripped his cock as her warm nectar continued to flow, making it increasingly wet as they fucked. “I’m the worst mother.”
“You really are,” Frost growled. “And you’re going to let me fuck you whenever I want from now on because you’re such a filthy fucking whore. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Cassia whined, getting louder as her hips rolled. “You can fuck me whenever you want.”
“I’m going to fuck Lysandra until she falls asleep and then come over and pin you to your bed,” Frost growled. “And you’re going to happily spread your slutty legs for me. Isn’t that right?”
“Please,” Cassia squealed as her pussy convulsed on his cock. “Goddess please do that. Fuck me after you fuck my perfect little daughter.”
“What a worthless old whore you are,” Frost groaned as his cock tensed up. He couldn’t hold back as he started to cum, filling the white-haired elf’s warm drenched cunt as she rode him. “Fuck.”
“Goddess yes,” Cassia growled through clenched teeth as she started to release, her entire body arching back as she squirted all over him, her fluids drenching not only his pelvis but his abs and even reaching his chest. “I’m just a worthless old whore.”
“Fuck,” Frost moaned, trembling along with Cassia as he continued to cum, his cock filling her until she was overflowing in a mixture of their juices. The curvy prophet collapsed on him, her soft warm chest pressing against him as she attacked his mouth. Her wet tongue slithering inside of him, swirling as they trembled in each other’s arms.
“You’re amazing,” Cassia panted as she smiled at him. “That was amazing, my herald.”
“I really am the worst husband,” Frost said as a moment of clarity hit him.
“You really are!” Lysandra said slamming the door behind her as she entered the room, her violet eyes filled with anger as she stared at her mother collapsed on Frost’s chest. “I knew you were lying when you said you weren’t attracted to my mother!”
“Lysandra,” Cassia pouted at her daughter. “Herald Frost was just…”
“And you!” Lysandra said, stomping toward the bed. “Renna’s room is right above the offices where we do the check ins! I heard everything! What kind of mother says things like that?”
“I only asked if I was as pretty and…”
“I heard everything,” Lysandra said, her face turning red as she turned her attention back to Frost. “You said you were excited to be with me tonight!”
“I was,” Frost said. “I mean I am. This was an accident it just…”
“Slipped and fell into my mother?”
“An accident?” Cassia said, tears quickly filling her eyes. “You mean you don’t think I’m beautiful…”
“Wait,” Frost said worri
edly. “Not like an accident I mean…um…”
“What do you mean?” Lysandra asked as she leaned down, her face right next to her mother’s as they both waited for an answer. Cassia’s eyes started to well up with tears as Lysandra’s filled with anger and jealousy. “How did your cock accidentally end up inside of my mother?”
“There’s really no good way out of this, is there?” Frost sighed as he laid back and hoped for a solution to present itself. “So, where do we go from here?”
“Get off him,” Lysandra said, pushing her mother aside. Cassia rolled off of him and Lysandra quickly gripped his drenched cock and began stroking it. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Huh?” Frost stared at Lysandra as she stroked him, she glared at her mother. “Clean him up. I don’t want any of you on him!”
“Lysandra?” Cassia looked at her daughter, unsure if she was interpreting her correctly.
“If you’re going to be fucking my husband you’re going to clean up after yourself,” Lysandra said, pointing Frost’s cock toward the woman.
“Holy…” Frost gasped as Cassia quickly took the head of his cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it.
“Don’t stop until it’s clean,” Lysandra said as she turned her attention back to Frost. “I’m not angry that you decided to sleep with my mother. I’m angry that you lied to me. There need to be rules if you’re going to be with her like you’ll need to bathe more often. And you’re not allowed to have children with her.”
“What?” Frost asked, attempting not to moan as Cassia took his cock to the base.
“Elf men are rare,” Cassia said, cleaning her juices from his cock. “You’ve seen all the elf women with children, abandoned by their husbands. It’s not unusual for a husband to accept responsibility for his wife’s mother…”
“You sleep with elves, demons, Arachne, gorgons, and lamia,” Lysandra said as she leaned down, staring directly into his eyes. “Why would I be surprised that you would fuck your wife’s mother? I look just like my mother except she has a bigger butt and breasts. It’s obvious that you’d find her attractive if you found me attractive. But you shouldn’t have lied to me. Never lie to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Frost groaned as Cassia’s tongue circled the head of his cock.
“Promise me,” Lysandra said authoritatively. “You won’t lie to me ever again.”
“I promise,” Frost said as Lysandra's amethyst eyes looked down at him. “No more lying.”
“Good,” Lysandra said as she lifted her white robe and slipped her fingers between the straps of her white lace thong. She pulled off her panties and knelt on the edge of the bed, spreading her pussy apart for him. “I expect you to apologize properly.”
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as Lysandra straddled his face, her white robe covering his head as her pussy dripped on his lips. Cassia’s mouth moved up and down on his cock as he stared at Lysandra’s perfect pink cunt glistening in front of him. He thrust his tongue inside of her and she released a pleasured moan.
Frost’s mind drifted between the pleasure he was feeling from Cassia’s mouth on his cock and how much he loved the taste of Lysandra’s cunt on his tongue. He buried his tongue inside of Lysandra as her juices dripped and then changed his focus to her beautiful pink lips. Each soft warm petal covered in her sap as he took his time pleasuring her.
“You’re a bad husband,” Lysandra moaned as she began rocking slowly. “A filthy degenerate bad bad husband that needs to be punished.”
“Mmmff,” Cassia moaned on his cock as she undoubtedly felt it pulse with excitement.
“You’re lucky I’m such an understanding wife,” Lysandra panted as her pace quickened. “A mean wife would leave you. You should be thankful that I’m your wife. Thank me.”
“Thank you,” Frost groaned as Cassia took his cock all the way down again.
“Thank me for letting you fuck my mother,” Lysandra said with some shortness of breath.
“Thank you for letting me fuck your mother,” Frost said as he focused in on Lysandra’s sensitive clit, sliding his tongue up and down it as her feminine flavor covered his tongue.
“You’re such a bad husband,” Lysandra repeated, gradually lowering her hips to ride his face harder. “You get me pregnant and then you fuck my mother. You really are the worst but I still love you because I’m such a good wife.”
“Fuck,” Frost said as Lysandra’s entire pussy pressed against his face so hard he couldn’t breathe. He tried to place his hands on her hips to push her up slightly but the elf grabbed his wrists, preventing him from touching her.
“Take it,” Lysandra panted as her body trembled. “Open your mouth you degenerate whore.”
“Fk,” Frost groaned as he opened his mouth as Lysandra aggressively fucked his face.
“You’re mine,” Lysandra moaned as she slid her pussy back and forth over his mouth, occasionally focusing her clit on his tongue and other times going so far forward his tongue was on her asshole. “Not my mothers. Mine. You’re my husband and you’re never allowed to leave me.”
Cassia’s head bobbed rapidly on his cock as Lysandra violently rubbed her cunt on his face, her scent and flavor permeating his nose and tongue as her juices poured out of her. As Cassia took him to the base, his cock seized and he started to cum. Frost lifted his hips as if to thrust himself deeper down Cassia’s throat as he came.
“Goddess,” Lysandra said, pressing his wrists against the bed as she trembled. “Take it, drink it all, show me how sorry you are for lying to me.”
Frost struggled for air as Lysandra squirted in his mouth, almost immediately filling it with her juices as he gulped it down. Her body trembled as a second wave of pleasure overtook the elf and she came again, forcing Frost to take more of her wonderful punishment.
“Goddess,” Lysandra moaned as she lifted herself off of Frost, allowing him to breath as her juices continued to drip onto his face.
“There’s so much,” Cassia moaned with her mouth full as she pulled his cock from her mouth.
“He better have more left,” Lysandra said as she reached down and grabbed her robe, removing it so Frost could see the beautiful white-haired elf in all of her glory. Her body perfectly proportioned and her gorgeous violet eyes lovingly staring down on him. “I’m still not satisfied.”
“Fuck,” Frost groaned as he stared at Lysandra. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she said as she climbed off him. “Even if you are a bad, bad husband.”
“Lysandra,” Frost smirked as he climbed to his knees. He pushed Lysandra down and got on top of her, like a predator pinning his prey. The elf quickly wrapped her legs and arms around him as she stared up at him. “I love you the most.”
“You’re still an awful husband,” Lysandra said, her face red with embarrassment. “You’re just trying to get out of trouble.”
“If this is being in trouble, I may have to get in trouble more often,” Frost said, grinning as he slid his cock inside of her dripping pink pussy. The elf shivered in delight as he thrust himself inside of her drenched channel, stretching every inch of her warm pussy as he entered her. “You are so unbelievably sexy when you’re jealous.”
“You’re mine,” she said, glancing at her mother as the violet-eyed prophet watched from the side of the bed. “Don’t forget that.”
“I won’t,” Frost said as he began fucking her, his thick cock stretching the elf’s slippery cunt with every thrust. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he started to increase his pace. “Just don’t forget that you’re mine too.”
“Only yours,” Lysandra moaned as her body shivered. Her warm pussy squeezed Frost’s cock as if intending never to let him go.
Frost fucked Lysandra as Cassia watched, her fingers sliding between her legs as she alternated between thrusting them inside and circling her clit. The debased elf looked on excitedly as she watched Frost pound her perfect little Lysandra.
“Harder,�
�� Cassia whispered as Frost fucked Lysandra.
“Harder,” Lysandra repeated while turning to look at her mother. “She needs to see that you’re mine. You love me the most!”
“Fuck,” Frost growled as he found himself ravaging Lysandra, pushing her legs back as he pounded her cunt with so much force that her eyes began rolling into the back of her head. Every thrust echoed as his hips clapped against her drenched cunt.
“Goddess!” Lysandra squealed as her body shuddered and her pussy clamped down on his cock. “I’m…”
“You…are…mine!” Frost growled as he thrust his cock into Lysandra’s drenched cunt, his cock pulsing as he reached her core, releasing everything he had left until the elf was overflowing with his juices.
“I’m yours,” Lysandra panted as her body spasmed. The violet-eyed elf pulled him close and buried her tongue in his mouth. “Only yours. Forever.”
“Goddess,” Cassia moaned as she clamped her legs together on her fingers. The beautiful elf fell to the side with a euphoric smile on her face, her hand locked between her thighs. “I love you both.”
“He’s mine,” Lysandra growled possessively. “Not yours!”
“I know,” Cassia said, pouting at them. “It’s obvious. But is it really so bad if your husband…”
“Mine,” Lysandra repeated. Frost had never seen the white-haired elf behave so possessively, although he definitely understood it. “You can spend time with him as long as you remember that he’s mine.”
“No arguments here,” Frost panted as he laid back in the bed. “I’m a bit tired though. I think I may have overestimated how recovered I was so…”
“It’s fine,” Lysandra said, cuddling up next to Frost as he laid back. “You’re still recovering.”
