Milf harem of Serpent King

She continued to ride him with slow, loving strokes, her body still fluttering around him, drawing out every last tremor of sensation.

Jake’s hands slid up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing away the faint sheen of sweat on her cheeks. He kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of affection he felt for this woman who had once been his reluctant guardian and was now one of the cornerstones of his world. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

It was in the midst of this tender, unhurried union that the heavy oak door to the chambers suddenly burst open.

A woman entered the chamber, and she stopped in her tracks, watching the two of them.

Elise stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still gripping the handle, her eyes wide with shock. She had come with urgent news, some matter from the council that could not wait until morning, but the words died instantly on her tongue. Her gaze locked onto the scene before her: Jake lying naked on the vast bed, his powerful body glistening with sweat, and Rosa—completely bare—straddling him, her silver hair wild, her body still joined to his most unmistakably.

For several long heartbeats, no one moved.

Rosa was the first to react.

A soft gasp escaped her as her eyes flew wide.

In one swift, graceful motion, she reached for the discarded sheet and clutched it to her chest, shielding her nakedness even as she remained seated atop Jake. Her face flushed a deep, mortified crimson, a mixture of embarrassment and lingering desire coloring her features.

"Elise—" she began, but the words faltered.

She glanced down at Jake, then back at the younger woman, and made her decision in an instant.

With as much dignity as she could muster, Rosa carefully lifted herself from him, keeping the sheet wrapped tightly around her body. She gathered her robe from the floor with one hand, her movements hurried but still somehow regal.

"I... I should go," she murmured, her voice thick with flustered emotion. She gave Jake one last, lingering look—half apology, half promise of unfinished business—before slipping past Elise and out the door, closing it quietly but firmly behind her.

The silence that followed was thick and charged, broken only by the faint crackle of the dying candles and the distant, rhythmic sigh of the sea against the cliffs.

Elise remained rooted to the spot, her mouth slightly open, her cheeks burning a vivid shade of pink that spread down her neck and disappeared beneath the modest neckline of her simple traveling gown. Her eyes—wide, dark, and unmistakably aroused—had not left Jake.

They traveled slowly, almost helplessly, over his naked form: the broad planes of his chest rising and falling with his still-heavy breaths, the hard, thick length of his cock standing proudly erect and glistening from his time inside Rosa.

Jake did not move to cover himself. He simply lay there for a moment, watching her with steady, unashamed eyes.

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as he saw the way her pupils dilated, the way her breathing quickened, the way her thighs pressed together almost unconsciously beneath the fabric of her gown.

He could see the flush spreading across her skin, the way her nipples had tightened visibly against the thin fabric, the unmistakable spark of hunger and memory in her gaze.

"Elise," he said at last, his voice low and rough with lingering arousal.

He sat up slowly, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with the movement.

"What did you want?"

She blinked, her mouth opening and closing once. Her mind had gone completely blank. Whatever urgent matter had brought her barging into his chambers at this hour had vanished the moment her eyes had landed on his naked body—on the hard, proud evidence of his desire still standing between his legs, still wet from another woman’s pleasure.

She was more shocked at the fact that Jake was fucking his grandmother, and it was stuck in her mind. And as it had been several days since they fucked and it was only one time, she was more mesmerized by the sight of Jake right now.

"I... I..." She swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I forgot."

Jake’s smile deepened.

He could see the conflict in her eyes—the shock warring with unmistakable arousal, the way her gaze kept dropping to his cock and then flicking back to his face.

He remembered the inn all too well: the way she had moaned beneath him that first time, the way her body had trembled and clenched around him when he had taken her with slow, thorough strokes until she had begged for more.

It had been weeks since then. Weeks of stolen glances, of tension building between them like a storm waiting to break. With all that’s happened, they had forgotten about the inn and the intense night in the inn’s room.

He rose from the bed without hurry; his movements were confident despite his nakedness. The hard length of him swayed slightly with each step as he crossed the room toward her.

Elise’s eyes followed it, her lips parting on a shaky breath, her cheeks flushing even darker.

Jake stopped directly in front of her, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from his skin. One hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing gently across the flushed skin. The other slid around her waist, pulling her firmly against him until the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her lower belly through the fabric of her gown.

"You seem to have forgotten?" he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that sent a visible shiver down her spine.

"Then perhaps I can help you remember what you really came here for."

Before she could answer, he lowered his head and claimed her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Elise melted into it instantly. She didn’t object to him or push him away as if she was waiting for him to take her.