Chapter 641: Grandmother?

Plah... plah... plah... plah...

The wet sound of skin slamming against skin filled the room.

Freya was lying on her back in the middle of the bed with her arms locked tightly around Brandon’s neck and legs wrapped high around his waist.

Her ankles were crossed behind his back, heels digging into him, forcing his thick cock as deep as it could go inside her pussy.

Every time he thrust forward, his dick bottomed out against her core with a wet, filthy sound.

"Haa..." Brandon’s hips snapped forward and his cock stretched her pussy open on every stroke, dragging the head against her sensitive walls before slamming all the way in again.

Clear juices coated his shaft and balls, dripping down onto the sheets with every thrust.

"Haa... Haangh... Husband..." Freya moaned against his ear in a shaky voice.

"Mngh~?..."

Her arms squeezed tighter around his neck.

Her full breasts pressed and bounced against his chest with every hard thrust.

"Nnghh~?... Haa... ahh... your dick feels too good... Husband..."

Freya’s pussy clenched and fluttered greedily around his cock.

Every time he buried his dick to the hilt, a fresh gush of her juices squirted out around his shaft.

"Hargh..." Brandon grunted against her neck, using the leverage of her locked legs to drive his thick cock even deeper into her dripping cunt.

"Haangh~... Mngh~?... yes... just like that... ahh..."

Her toes curled and her inner walls gripped his dick tightly, trying to milk him with every deep plunge.

Brandon’s thick cock slammed deep into Freya’s tight, dripping pussy without slowing.

"Haa... Haangh... Mngh~?... ahh..."

Then he drove into her one final time, burying his thick cock all the way to the hilt, and came hard.

A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as his dick throbbed inside her.

Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted deep into Freya’s pussy, flooding her.

Pulse after pulse of his seed pumped straight into her, packing her tight hole full until she could feel the heat of it spreading deep inside her womb.

"Haa...! Mnghh~?... I can feel it... it’s filling me... ahh..."

Freya’s arms and legs tightened around him as the heat of his thick cum flooded her.

Her pussy spasmed and milking him greedily, clenching around his pulsing cock while more of his cum kept pumping into her.

Excess cum was forced out around his shaft, leaking down over her ass and soaking into the sheets in thick white strands.

Brandon stayed buried deep with hips pressed flush against her while his thick dick still twitched as the last heavy spurts emptied inside her.

Freya’s breath came in soft, broken gasps against his ear as she felt every hot drop of his cum flooding her pussy.

"... so much... It’s so warm inside me... Husband..."

---

Eira, Dhayun, Yverine, and Jiyeon were sitting together on the grass in a loose circle, chatting while the warm air drifted through the leaves above them.

Selene lay stretched out on the grass nearby, completely absorbed in the phone resting in her hands.

It was Eira’s phone.

On the screen, an old tournament recording was playing.

The camera was focused on the tournament arena from days ago, capturing Brandon mid-fight.

"He’s so rough in these," she murmured, more to herself than to the others.

Eira glanced over from where she sat "That’s one of the earlier matches."

Dhayun leaned sideways a little to peek at the screen.

"He looks younger there."

Selene shifted her weight on the grass, still lying on her stomach with her ankles crossed behind her as the old recording continued to play.

Yverine sat with her arms loosely around her legs, her gaze moving between the phone and the others.

"Did Brandon say anything about Miss Marzella after that?"

Jieyon shook her head "No... She is still in a coma."

Hearing the conversation, Selene turned her head towards them "Who is that? Is it another stepmother of mine?"

Eira hurriedly shook her head "Woah, WOAH! NO! No, she is Brandon’s mother."

Selene froze in shock.

"...What?"

The phone slipped slightly in her grip as she pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring at Eira "Papa has a mama?"

Dhayun blinked, then let out a small, awkward laugh under her breath "You... didn’t know?"

Selene sat up fully now as the tournament continued playing face-down against the grass.

"No one told me," she said, frowning slightly. "Papa never mentioned having a mother. I always thought-"

She stopped herself, clearly reordering everything she thought she knew.

Yverine tilted her head slightly "She’s been in a coma for a while. That’s why you haven’t seen her. Or heard much about her."

"Papa... has a mother," Selene muttered quietly, more to herself this time. "She’s alive?"

Eira nodded, "Mhm. Her name is Marzella. She’s... well, it’s quite complicated. But she’s his real mother."

Selene looked down at the grass for a second, "...I have a grandmother?"

---

Evening, in the backyard-

A long wooden table was pulled closer to the open porch, and it was already half-covered with small plates, cups, and freshly washed fruit.

Freya stood near the center of it with her sleeves lightly rolled as she arranged a tray of cut sandwiches.

Beside her, Amelia carefully poured hot water into a ceramic teapot, watching the steam rise before setting the kettle aside.

Florence placed small bowls of sliced fruit and light pastries along the table.

Elize stood a little off to the side near the outdoor counter, checking the tea she had prepared.

She glanced at Amelia and Freya and smiled faintly before turningback to the tea.

---

Ravene’s Room

Brandon was sitting at the desk in Ravene’s room with the laptop open in front of him.

The screen’s glow lit the lower half of his face as he scrolled slowly through page after page of mobile phone listings.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened with a quiet click.

Ravene stepped out.

She was completely naked, and a towel was wrapped loosely around her wet hair, piled high on her head.

Her big breasts shifted and jiggled heavily with each unhurried step, the soft, heavy mounds swaying naturally under their own weight.

She walked further into the room, and a few droplets fell from the ends of her hair and from the undersides of her heavy breasts, landing silently on the wood.

Brandon’s scrolling slowed.

His eyes lifted from the laptop screen and settled on her.

"...You’re still looking at phones?" she asked as a small droplet slid down the outer curve of one heavy breast and dripped onto the floor.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

Ravene’s lips curved into a small smile as she settled onto Brandon’s lap.

She straddled his thighs, facing him, and the warm weight of her bare body pressed against his clothes.

Her big breasts rested against his chest while she wrapped her arms loosely around his shoulders and buried her face against the side of his neck, snuggling in close.

A few droplets from her hair and skin transferred onto his shirt as she made herself comfortable.

"...You’re warm," she murmured against his neck in a little muffled voice.

Brandon’s hands settled naturally on her waist, then slid lower to rest against the damp curve of her hips.

"...Help me masturbate, husband," she murmured.

Brandon’s hands slid lower before he brought one palm down against the full curve of her ass in a firm slap.

*plah* The soft flesh jiggled under the impact. He immediately followed it by gripping the same cheek hard, his fingers sinking into the plush skin and squeezing.

Ravene’s breath hitched, and a soft sound escaped her throat as he kneaded her ass.

"Alright,"

She turned in his lap until her back was flush against his chest.

He raised one hand to cup the heavy weight of her big breast, lifting and squeezing the soft mound while his thumb brushed over the stiffened nipple.

His other hand slid down the damp plane of her stomach, trailing lower until they reached the soft, warm folds of her pussy.

He pressed two fingers between her lips, feeling how slick she already was, and began to stroke her slowly.

Ravene’s head tilted back against his shoulder, and a quiet, shaky breath left her lips as she opened her thighs a little wider in his lap.

"Nngh... Husband."