Chapter 5 - Chapter Four: Mother May I...

Sol stretched as he left the bathroom behind. He'd decided to leave Raine and Zynira in the kitchen to talk while he freshened up, rather Zynira had suggested he do so. As he approached he saw Raine wobble toward him, His stood erect, and black lipstick prints peppered his neck and chest. and his eyes were distant. Sol stopped as he passed, and Raine leaned in to plant a quick kiss on his lips. 

"Worries too much..." He mumbled, and continued on toward the bathroom. Sol laughed aloud. If he was dead he must be in the nicer part of Hell. Maybe this was what it meant to only be slightly damned. If he was dead, the jury was still out on that.

He returned to the dining area to find Zynira sitting at one of the larger dining tables; Raine's Grimoire and the spent 'calling' circle were open in front of her. There was also a stack of burnt papers Sol recognized. She was licking her lips as he approached, though her eyes were on the sheet of paper as she traced her nails over the writing.

"My boy is so delicate and precise when he puts ink to paper." She drew her finger across her face and tucked some loose hairs behind her ear, cocking her head to expose the curve of her neck, and the dark collar that covered most of it. "But even then, this circle barely held together from all the energy you pumped into it."

"I was meaning to ask about that," Sol approached and put his hand on the back of a chair beside her, "May I sit?" he asked, politely.

The smile that bloomed over Zynira's face spoke volumes of lust and anticipation. "You may," She answered slowly, and licked her lips. "You had a question?" She sat back in her chair, her breasts rising as she aligned her posture. Sol nodded. He placed a hand on Raine's grimoire.

"I read as much in the first chapter, that spells were formulas. Apply energy of the spirit through a channel that is inscribed in the correct pattern, and you get a result." He saw a stack of papers that represented his own initial spell circles. The papers were mostly burnt, after the spell had expended their usefulness, "But I'm not sure how I was able to summon Raine so successfully, when I only got a single use out of any of the circles I drew."

Zynira pursed her lips at his words. "This doesn't quite sound like a question," She commented, idly. More concern was that he burned through the paper and the ink with only one blast of the spell. Basics like that shouldn't expend resources so quickly. Sol laughed.

"May I start again?" He asked, and that smile was back.

"You may." Was her response again.

"If my energy only allowed for a single use of those spells, how was I able to summon Raine with that circle?" He asked clearly. Zynira nodded and opened her arms. 

"That's easy, darling. It's not that you only had enough energy for a single spell. Clearly you were able to cast a great number of spells, in only a single day, for that matter." She ran a finger down the thick stack of burnt papers. "It's more that you pumped far more energy into the circles than they could process and they burnt out after only one casting."

"So I need to hold back?" Sol asked. Zynira shrugged.

"I find it better to draw more robust circles," She crossed her arms under her chest before running a finger across the spent summoning circle. "See how the lines normally meant for holding and binding the demon become sinks for your own power? Similar lines would normally choke a spell circle, but in your case, they would allow it to be reused, maybe even produce a strong result."

"So I could even be able to summon you?" Sol laughed, but it fell from his face when he saw the cool stare in her blue eyes, "Maybe not?"

"That may be the case," Zynira turned a page in the grimoire, "But that'll be for later." She stood and Sol was treated to the slow rise of her body from the chair, and the gentle sway of her hips hypnotized him and he was following her down the hall without a word from her. He shook his head free of the daze, and she giggled. "I was going ask you to join me in my chambers, but you were already so intent on chasing after my tail." The mentioned appendage swept under Sol's chin and he felt a warmth that stirred his loins.

"Well, I'd be happy to join you, if I may?" He asked, still not sure how much formality was required. He was 'a guest' and 'fucking her son' but how uncommon would that be in a succubus society? Zynira beamed at him and nodded as she lead him to a room more lavish than even Raine's.

It was built alone a similar circular principle, and Sol saw that while the small alcoves around the central bed served as storage space in Raine's room, they were arranged as smaller beds here. He imagined Zynria offered her guests a show as much as participation in her hospitality. 

"You've been so polite, thus far, dear Sol." Zynira began as she turned on her heels and put her hands on her hips. "But I'm curious on how well you can maintain that composure." 

"How might I sate that curiosity?" Sol was starting to catch on, and realized the sort of ask and receive game he'd been playing with her so far. Zynira smiled. 

"With a game, and I think you might know some variation of it: Mother may I?" She cocked her head to the side as she sad down and crossed her legs, raising a dainty foot in the air. Her smile turned expectant as the quiet grew between them. Sol smiled.

"Mother, may we play a game?" Sol asked, bowing his head slightly. Zynira's eyes gleamed as she gave Sol a fanged grin.
"We may, Son; if you massage my feet." Sol stepped forward and reached out for her preoffered foot, but he caught himself.
"Mother, may I massage your feet?" He ventured the question, Zynira nodded, her eyes bright in the dim room. When had the curtains been drawn. Villa was present even if she made no visible form. 
"You may, Son; if you finish each with a kiss." She answered, her voice low.

His hands set to work, gentle at first, but then more firm as Sol felt the strength hidden in her supple flesh. Even her otherwise delicate looking feet felt like he was working some sensuous clay. It was difficult at first, but as his fingers pushed and rolled over her soles and toes, he began to get a visible reaction from her; rather, and audible one.

Zynira's breathing was becoming heavier, and more deliberate as she maintained her composure. As his fingers massaged up each foot from toe to the heels, Zynira lifted her leg so that the tips of her toes brushed against his smooth chin. 

"Mother, may I kiss your feet?" He asked. 
"You may, Son," She permitted, "if you use your tongue." She added and licked her full lips with a smile. He did indeed, He kissed each, in the arch of each foot, and ran his tongue over the taut flesh there. Zynira rested her legs on Sol's shoulders. She smiled down at him, past the hills of her breasts and the valley of her glistening sex. Sol licked his lips in silence, heart pounding in his ears; Zynira's legs muffled them slightly.

"Mother," Sol broke the silence, "May we play some more?" It seemed like the question to ask. Zynira did all she could to hold back her giggles.
This boy knew how to play! She couldn't ask for a better match for her darling son. Sure a woman might bring her a grandchild, but she and Xishiri could always have another child if they really wanted to play for that. Hell, this boy was so cute, he might make a good father himself. The thought of being fucked to breed set Zynira's cunt to 'gush'. 

"Yes!" She answered, after the pause, louder and more urgent than she'd like. She coughed into her hand, "Yes, my son, now kiss my cunt." Sol drew close, paused to ask, but Zynira closed her legs around the back of his neck. "Now." She demanded, and Sol ate her in earnest. Raine's cum had been sweet, like sugar or some hot pastry topping; Zynira's sex tasted of apples and was gently hot to his tongue. 

Sol tongued her up and down, the metal ring that pierced her didn't pass quite through her clit, Sol noticed, as the metal touched his nose. Instead, it rested in such a way that it looped around her clit, perpetually teasing the ruby red nub. He kissed her clit and sucked as his hands rose up to tease her gushing folds. But he stopped, and stopped tonguing her.

Zynira groaned at his pause, and looked down to see the boy smiling from between her legs. "Mother, may I fuck you with my fingers?"  He held up his hands to indicate his intent. Zynira laughed openly. Such a clever, courteous, boy! She nodded, but before she could speak a condition, Sol was penetrating her and searching with his nimble fingers.

The taste was driving Sol forward and he wanted more. His fingers tickled even as they were coated with more of the rich nectar dripping from Zynira. He licked it from his fingers even as his tongue traveled the entrance of her soaking cunt. He was taken aback when the succubus let out a sudden gasp and he was sprayed across the face.  He flinched and swore as it got into his eyes and the tickling feeling he'd felt at his fingertips was suddenly a lightning storm in his brain. 

He stood up, looming over Zynira. She let another gasp, this one out of shock, not desire. Sol's eyes had been a hazel brown a moment ago, now, though the whites were bloodshot, his irises shone a bright purple. "Oh no." Zynira meekly squeaked. Succubus, and incubus juices were powerful aphrodisiacs, to be sure. But they were meant to be ingested. Taking a spray to the eyes was going to cause a rather pleasurable problem.

"Mother..." Sol's voice intone and echoed around her. "May I fuck you with my cock?" The stated member flexed and swelled, He shifted and she felt her clit kiss the opening of his cock and she swooned, legs spread wide, arms above her head, fingers digging into the sheets; she held on for dear life.

Sol entered her, penetrating fully and reaching the entrance to her womb with the tip of his cock. He came, and Zynira let out a cry of dismay, but Sol didn't stop. He pulled back and thrust into her, still hard, still strong, still cumming. He came as he thrust into her, and came as he dragged his cock against the walls of her vagina. He coated every wall of her sex with lines of pearl white cum.

Zynira realized what was happening. Sol's magic and the love drug effects of her cum found a balance in Sol's balls. He was experiencing a quasi-female orgasm. A constant growing bliss that kept building up even as he rode it. His energy was fueling his testicles to keep making more seed for him to cum into her.

She wanted this boy, this man, for herself. Xishiri would understand, and given how well he took Raine's cock, he'd make just a good a bedmate for her dearest love. She howled aloud as he thrust all the way to her cervix and pressed deep, flooding her womb with a sudden burst of thick, fresh, cum. 

Sol began to come down from his cum craze and eased down to lay beside Zynira, who took him in her arms and kissed him, even as Sol's cock continued to spew and squirt cum into her. So much had he filled her that her stomach and grown and a gentle bulge had formed. It gave her a gravid curve to her stomach and she rather liked the look of it. Perhaps his seed would take, strange things had been happening even before his arrival.

"Mother, may I apologize?" Sol breathed, his eyes closed. Zynira stirred, almost chuckling at the man's request.
"Whatever for?" She asked, running her fingers through his dark hair.
"I came without permission," He looked down at where his cock still twitched with the odd spurt now and again. "I'm still cumming without permission."  Zynira brought him in close and kissed him on the lips.
"I forgive you, darling. Now... time for bed..." She pulled at the sheets and tucked them both in. She'd have a talk with Raine later. Surely, he wouldn't mind sharing this lovely boy a bit more, would he?