It had been less than ten minutes since we left the house before the sex with Sharoniel began anew.
"…Cute. So cute. My husband looks so cute getting devoured."
"Mmmmph…!!"
Regardless of whether her mother was watching from behind or not, Sharoniel mounted me without a shred of shame or embarrassment. The moment she impaled herself on me, she clamped down with her ravenous vaginal meat, pressurizing my cock.
I tried to signal Eleonora to pull her off, but…
"By the way, are Elves originally this sexually open?"
"They are quite open compared to humans, I suppose… I’ve heard stories of a mother and daughter receiving seed from the same man, but I never imagined I would become a party to such an act myself… Besides, seeing such a majestic cock, I find myself wanting a little taste too…♥"
"What a beautiful race…!"
"Mmph-mph!"
Even though she was watching me get drained right in front of her eyes, Eleonora seemed to think this was just our usual play—or perhaps she was simply prioritizing her own curiosity.
She merely continued to barrage Sharon with questions about Elven sex culture and their concepts of sexuality, firing off exclamations of admiration. She showed no sign of helping me.
"…Look here. Husband is thinking other thoughts. So cheeky!"
"Urggh!"
"…I’ll show you. I’m going to show Mom how I get pregnant, how I get fertilized while devouring my husband."
Plap—! Plap—!
Perhaps Sharoniel was conscious of her mother behind her as well.
Her expression remained blank, and the way she ground her hips was consistent with her usual airheaded demeanor, but she was now mixing faint traces of emotion into every word she spoke.
And her pussy told the real story. As if to inform me that she was incredibly aroused, she was clenching around my cock far more intensely—no, strictly speaking, she was squeezing it so hard it felt like solid rock—compared to when we were in the bed earlier.
"Oh my…"
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Sharon also merely watched as Sharoniel engrossed herself in mating right before her eyes.
I couldn't tell if she was waiting for her turn, as implied by their earlier conversation, or if she was now hesitating to covet her son-in-law's cock.
At least Sharoniel and I had spent time mixing our flesh and getting to know each other. In Sharon's case, we had literally just met.
However, seeing how she had immediately checked the semen inside Eleonora’s pussy, inspected her daughter’s pants to see how much she’d been creampied, and now, staring at a strange man—her daughter's man, no less—with obvious sexual desire while he was stripped to his skin… believing she was hesitant was nothing more than my own wishful thinking.
"…Mom, are you bothered? Seeing him get eaten? Do you want to be devoured by him too, Mom? Husband is a pervert who loves being molested."
"Mmph!"
Sharoniel must have noticed that I was trying to look elsewhere, pretending I wasn't affected. Squeeeeze. She clamped down on my cock with crushing force, as if gripping it with a hand, forcing me to focus my attention solely on her.
For someone like me, who had just been getting a handjob from Sharon moments ago, the stimulation was too intense to suppress a groan.
"That child, really…"
"Yes, she truly has many problems."
[Yup, truly many problems!]
The three perverts each chimed in while watching Sharoniel grind her waist with her hand over my mouth and chest, and watching her pussy swallow and spit out my cock repeatedly. They spoke as if it wasn't their problem.
Realizing I couldn't escape, like a fighter tapping out in the ring, I desperately grabbed Sharoniel's breasts swaying before my eyes and yanked on them.
"…Haaahn, hnnngh! R-Resist… ing, now…?"
"Mmph, mmph-mmph!!"
If Sharoniel had spent this time analyzing the shape, girth, size, and weaknesses of my cock, I had also thoroughly grasped Sharoniel's weaknesses.
I caressed her areolas in circles before suddenly—Twist!—pinching and twisting them sharply. Unlike her usual self, a whirlpool of emotion erupted from Sharoniel's voice, crashing like a surging wave.
"Puhah… Are you excited because Sharon is watching?"
"…You’re using Mom's name casually?"
"It’s a bit hard to use honorifics with an Elf who demands to see my cock the moment we meet. Anyway, what’s your answer to what I said?"
"…Because I’m raping Husband. I feel proud showing Mom how well I can devour you."
"You sure have a way with words—Mmph."
My mouth was blocked again.
Sharoniel claimed my assumption was wrong.
However, unlike her mouth, her pussy was honest. It reminded me of when Urga, my Big Sis, would clench her pussy with all her might to prevent me from ejaculating.
In fact, the blood flow had been cut off for several minutes now, and my cock was starting to ache.
If we could see a cross-section, it would surely be swollen and angry.
"…Getting raped but keeping up this cheeky resistance. Just like earlier… I really need to fix your habit this ti—Kyaaaaaaaaaah…?!"
Sharoniel, who had been thrusting her face into mine as if about to kiss me, suddenly arched her back stiffly right there and began to convulse in orgasm.
It happened without any warning.
I had never seen her stick her tongue out and tremble like this before. It was so shocking that I missed the brief window where her pussy loosened, completely forgetting to dump my load inside her.
"Fufu, it was like this in the past, and it seems you are still weak here, aren't you?"
"…Mom, wait, aaaaaaaah…♥"
And there, visible behind the trembling Sharoniel, was a single, sleek swallow.
Unlike the lust-filled gaze she had shot me earlier, Sharon was now pressed tight against Sharoniel's back like a mischievous child, her hand reaching around to her daughter's buttocks.
"How on earth?"
"Both Sharoniel and our Son-in-law seemed to be in sync, yet something felt a bit squeaky… so I decided to intervene just a little…♥"
Sharoniel always maintained a poker face, showing little reaction even when receiving a creampie or climaxing. I had always wondered why.
The answer came from Eleonora, who had been watching Sharon's every move.
"The perineum… surely, you touched that spot?"
"Yes. This is where our Sharoniel feels the most pleasure. You've only been stimulating her anus or pussy, so you probably didn't think of this spot, did you?"
She was tickling the perineum gently with her finger, as if brushing it with a feather.
From my perspective—having stuck my fingers into every one of Sharoniel's covetous holes and tried all sorts of things—it was frustratingly anti-climactic that her weakness was so exposed.
"…I was eating him… why… interfere… Mom is mean."
"Really, how did you end up with such a fetish… Sigh."
"More importantly, it is a mystery how you knew that was her sensitive spot…"
No matter how much you love your daughter, is it normal to know exactly where her erogenous zones are?
Sharon simply gave a lewd smile and answered Eleonora, who shared my thoughts.
"This is common sense and culture for Elven parents. Since we Elves have such a strong desire for breeding, we identify our children's sensitive spots like this to prepare for any potential… accidents…♥"
"…Stop, n-noooo… Cumming, agaaaaiiin…♥"
Was it to prevent the seed-bag (?) they worked so hard to bring home from being worn out by their excessive breeding drive?
But still, a culture where parents teach themselves a forced shutdown switch to control their child's rampage for the sake of a future partner…
It was the moment my image of the Elven race crashed straight into the abyss.
"I see. So, if that cheeky thing ever tries to assault Master in the future, I can use this method…?"
"I think this sometimes, but you can be very scary."
I scolded Eleonora, who was already plotting to do lewd things to her unborn daughter.
Sharon gazed blankly at Eleonora and me, then suddenly stopped stimulating Sharoniel's perineum. She looked back and forth between us and asked a question.
"By the way… this child mentioned that you perform vaginal ejaculation five times a day…"
"Recently, the number of other sows has increased, so it is less frequent. But when it was just the two of us, I received his seed over 20 times a day at peak. However, that count is strictly for the pussy. If we include the ass pussy and throat cunt…♥"
"Oh my…♥"
"Why are you blushing while talking about that so freely?"
Was she casually exposing our filthy sex life?
I scolded Eleonora, who was twisting her body and blushing like a bashful bride, but Sharon paid no mind to us. Her eyes were fixed on her daughter, Sharoniel.
"…Sharoniel?"
"…What."
"I’m just asking, but… what is the maximum number of times you have done it with Son-in-law in a single day?"
"…5 times."
I knew it was meaningless to ask why she was inquiring, so I braced myself for whatever absurd statement would come next.
Contrary to my expectation, Sharon's next action was shockingly physical. She shoved Sharoniel, who was sitting on top of me panting, straight off my body.
"…I haven't received the semen ye—"
"It isn't that you haven't received it, it's that you didn't take it! Sharoniel, looking at you, blinded by your own pleasure, you didn't care a bit about the Son-in-law, did you?!"
Then, incredibly, she reached out and tapped my cock—which had been tormented by Sharoniel's vaginal meat until just a moment ago—right in front of her daughter.
Spurt—!
Just as the floodgates opened, a powerful stream of semen erupted from my urethra, splashing all over Sharon's face.
"Look at this! Look at how Son-in-law's cock was suffering, desperate to cum! Did this mother teach you to be like this!"
"…That is rape. If he begged me to let him cum, then I was going to loosen my pussy…"
"Silence! Even though you were only focused on your own pleasure, you lie! How can you act so lewdly without hesitation as a member of the proud High Elves!"
"…"
Is that really something that should be coming out of her mouth?
Normally, I would tell them to calm down, but I was so dumbfounded by her words that I lost my voice. Sharon, paying no mind to my shock, brought her hands to her bodysuit.
"Punishment! Watch carefully as I carry Son-in-law's child, and witness the process step-by-step. Reflect deeply on the dignity a High Elf must possess!"
"She just wanted to do it herself… Wow…"
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Without giving anyone a chance to stop her—Whoosh—Sharon unhesitatingly stripped off the bodysuit that had been barely covering her body.
Seeing this, I was once again left speechless.