AUNT ALISON PT2
AN: Before anyone leaves or complains, let me make it clear once more. There will be just light scenes, no segs. You have to wait till Ch: 48-50. This is just a small tease, for the upcoming Harem. Rejoice, you harem lovers.
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"So, what do you think?" Alison suddenly asked.
Travis's thoughts were broken, his lustful urges were pulled back by an anchor.
"Pardon?" He was startled, but he hid it by replying normally, making her look at him curiously.
"About the world... I mean, coming back and the changes that happened all over." Alison explained while arching her back as her fingers inched near her ass.
Travis could see her round tits almost popping out through her bra, the way they mashed against the mat.
'Those luscious mounds need some sucking.'
'Get ahold of your sex drive, damn you, Travis!'
"Humm... Now that I see it up close..." He leaned forward to take a better look and then his eyes met with his aunt, giving him a teasing and sultry look. He chuckled, amused by her way of flirting, "The world is no different than the past. It is still chaotic, yet peaceful—in a way."
"And don't you think it's beautiful in its own way?" She smirked as she slowly pulled her legs together and pulled them up in the air with her head down on the yoga mat.
Travis' mind almost fried at the thought of mounting her.
She split her legs in the air, holding her thighs.
"Oh, it's definitely beautiful... and flexible," he admitted openly as his eyes rested upon that amazing ass that was sticking out with her yoga position. He couldn't believe it!
He could imagine his shaft ramming through her cunt, stretching it wider with its girth. He'd then put his whole weight into it and pushed deep before thrusting in and out at high speed. He'd keep thrusting in and out. Again and again, faster and deeper.
Then finally, she'd come! With a loud moan, her orgasm will make her milk him. And there will be nothing left to shoot. Not a single drop of sperm will be found, and the load will be wasted in her hot snatch.
"You have no idea, young man," She slowly adjusted her body and sat on her knees, "If you think I'm flexible, let me tell you, there are ways that you haven't even explored or thought of."
Travis suppressed a chuckle, noticing her indirect confession.
"Oh, I am sure it's beyond my imagination, aunt," he grinned and let out a sigh of exasperation.
By the time she completed her final pose, she was drenched in sweat. Travis sat unmoved on the couch and just waited patiently.
"Phew! It's too hot today and the ac isn't working at all!" she exclaimed, grabbing a towel and wiping away her sweat.
"Why don't you take your top off, I think it will cool you down a bit,"
Alison smirked as she threw him a suggestive glance before lifting her shirt up over her head and tossing the towel back down, "There! That's a little better."
Travis could see the droplets of sweat rolling down her chest.
"Like what you see?" She asked as she slowly trailed her finger down her bare stomach.
Travis couldn't answer, his mind completely distracted, thinking how it would feel to suck and bite those sweaty, squishy bosoms and wrap those sexy hips in between his arms, licking her nipples till she screamed for mercy.
"Humm~" She smirked, "It seems I still got my charms despite being an older woman."
'Hehehehe! The look on his face. How I would love to lick his lips until they're moist enough for me to slurp on.' She giggled in her mind. 'My naughty, sexy little nephew!' She mused.
"Old woman? Fuck no. You will put those college chicks to shame any day, aunt. And those bitches call themselves hot..." He whistled, finding this woman truly incredible.
"Why thanks, that's nice of you to say so." Alison smiled, her nipples now poking through her sport bra, causing Travis' cock to jump and stir once again.
He really wished he could do the dirty with her right here, right now, but his mind was still rationally telling him otherwise.
"Well, my naughty boy," She lay on the mat, "I will take ten minutes rest. I will just lie here with my eyes closed, alright? And I would be glad if someone could massage my body. I can feel my muscles tensing a bit." She went on her stomach, making Travis gulp.
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[Meanwhile] [In the depths of an unknown realm]
The room was dimly lit, and the air was heavy with an otherworldly energy. A figure sat on an ornate throne, their features obscured by shadows. They radiated an aura of power and authority, a presence that commanded respect and fear.
Beside the throne, a pool of swirling liquid glowed with a faint blue light. Within the pool, images and scenes from different worlds and dimensions flickered and shifted—a tapestry of realities interconnected by a thread of uncertainty.
A voice echoed through the chamber, its tone resonating with a mixture of reverence and trepidation. "The balance has been disrupted. They have been awakened by the desires of mortals."
The figure on the throne remained silent for a moment, their gaze fixed on the swirling pool. Finally, they spoke, their voice carrying an air of authority that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
"The desires of mortals hold power—a power that can shape worlds and alter destinies. But such power must be managed, for uncontrolled desires can lead to chaos and destruction."
The voice grew softer, contemplative. "The connection between the worlds has been established. The wish-granting beings have been set in motion, driven by the desires of those who seek to alter their fates."
"Should we intervene?" another voice inquired, its tone cautious.
The figure on the throne leaned forward, their eyes glinting with an otherworldly glow. "No, not yet. The threads of fate are delicate, and the tapestry of existence must be allowed to weave itself. But we shall observe, and if the balance tilts too far, we shall restore equilibrium."
"As you command," the voice replied.
The figure on the throne settled back, their gaze returning to the pool of swirling images. The destinies of mortals were in motion, guided by the desires that burned within them. The wish-granting beings had been awakened, and the tapestry of existence was being rewritten. In the depths of the unknown realm, the figure watched and waited, their influence extending beyond the boundaries of worlds.
"Where are you, my champion? Which reality did they send you?"
The figure's gaze remained fixed on the swirling images within the pool. They extended their consciousness across the fabric of existence, searching for the elusive thread that connected them to their champion.
Across the web of realities, the figure's awareness reached out, brushing against the essence of a single human, who was currently facing the challenges of his returned life in his own world. The figure observed, their ethereal presence hidden from mortal perceptions.
The figure's voice resonated once more, a whisper that seemed to come from all directions and none. "Champion of the balance. Your presence echoes across dimensions, and your actions stir the threads of fate. But why are you not bound by fate? A mystery it is even to us..."
As they observed his interactions, the figure sensed the undercurrents of desire and consequence, the intricate web of choices that shaped his path.
"Desires unleashed, destinies entwined. The balance falters, seeking equilibrium," the figure mused, their tone a mixture of intrigue and concern. They contemplated the delicate dance between free will and fate, between the desires of individuals and the cosmic order.
"We wonder... What kind of miracle will you show us, oh, fateless one?"
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