Her asshole came into view first small, pale pink, twitching nervously under the sudden exposure, the delicate ring of muscle fluttering open and closed like it knew what was coming and couldn't decide whether to beg or hide.
A thin sheen of sweat and spilled pussy juice coated the puckered skin, making it glisten under the moonlight. Every time her hips jerked, the tiny hole clenched, winking shamefully, utterly vulnerable.
Lower, her cunt was a wrecked, desperate masterpiece.
Swollen lips the color of bruised plums, parted and dripping, inner folds flushed dark crimson and glistening with cream.
Her entrance gaped hungrily, a raw, needy O still leaking the thick mixture of her earlier orgasms and his pre-come in slow, viscous strands that stretched and snapped with every ragged breath she took.
The hood of her clit had peeled back completely, exposing the fat, angry-red pearl that throbbed visibly, begging for abuse.
She was dripping onto the floor in a steady patter, a growing puddle beneath her, the scent of hot, desperate cunt thick enough to taste.
Phei stared, cock jerking against his stomach, and felt the world tilt.
This was his aunt.
The woman who'd sneered at him, humiliated him, told him he'd never amount to anything. The woman Uncle Harold bragged about perfect wife, perfect life, perfect everything. And here she was, bent over his own desk, ass spread wide like a whore, asshole winking, cunt drooling, waiting to be bred by the nephew she used to call trash.
The wrongness of it slammed into him like a fist.
His cock throbbed harder than ever.
Melissa turned her head on the desk, cheek smeared with tears and cum, and looked back at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were wild, fever-bright, lips trembling.
"Phei…" she whispered, voice shredded raw. "Please. I need it. I need you inside me. I don't care that it's wrong. I don't care what this makes me. Just fuck me. Fuck your aunt. Ruin me with that beautiful cock."
She pushed her hips back, making her gaping pussy kiss the air, her asshole clenching again in shameless invitation.
He couldn't breathe.
Ten years of hatred, resentment, shame, and now this: her complete and utter surrender. The taboo wasn't just broken; it was incinerated.
He gripped the base of his cock, still slick from her throat, and lined up with that dripping, begging hole.
One last heartbeat of disbelief; this is really happening, I'm really about to fuck my own aunt raw on her husband's desk while he sleeps upstairs.
Then he snarled, spread her even wider until she whimpered, and drove every inch into her in one brutal, claiming thrust.
Her back arched, a scream tearing from her wrecked throat as her cunt swallowed him whole, walls spasming around the sudden invasion, sucking him deeper like they'd been starving for this exact cock their entire life.
And Phei let the last of his hesitation die, buried to the root inside the forbidden, dripping heat of Aunt Melissa.
He didn't move at first. He just stayed buried to the root, hips crushed against her ass, cock throbbing so deep inside her he could feel her heartbeat fluttering around the head and the exact moment her cervix kissed the tip like a filthy benediction.
The silence was deafening except for the wet, rhythmic squelch where they were fused and the soft drip-drip-drip of her arousal hitting the floor beneath them.
Melissa's breath came in broken, wet sobs against the desk that sounded like years of cruelty shattering all at once.
Her wedding-ring hand clawed at the wood, diamonds glinting in the moonlight, a mocking reminder of the vows she was shattering right now and the family she was betraying with every inch of nephew cock stretching her open.
Phei stared at that ring at the hand that had once slapped him across the face when he was twelve, the hand that had pointed at him in disgust at every family dinner, and felt something vicious and sacred ignite in his chest a black, roaring fire that tasted like revenge and worship at the same time.
He leaned over her, chest to her back, and put his mouth right against her ear.
"Say it," he growled, voice shaking with rage and lust and something that felt terrifyingly like love twisted inside out. "Say who I am while my cock is buried in your married aunt cunt."
Melissa's entire body shuddered like the words themselves were another thrust.
Her cunt clenched so hard around him it stole his breath and forced a thick bead of their mixed fluids to ooze out around the seal of his shaft.
"You're… you're my nephew," she whispered, the words cracking like glass and dripping with ten years of shame. "You're the boy I humiliated, the boy I told Harold was worthless… the boy I used to carry on my hip at Christmas while I wore this exact ring… and now you're balls-deep in your aunt's married, cheating, blood-related pussy."
She turned her head just enough for him to see fresh tears spill hot, guilty, ecstatic tears.
Not from pain. From the sheer, filthy weight of it from the knowledge that she was finally, irreversibly damned and had never felt more holy.
"I'm sorry," she choked out, voice splintering. "God help me, I've never been wetter in my life than I am right now with my brother's son stretching me open with the same cock that came from our bloodline."
That did it.
Phei's vision went red and the last wall inside him collapsed.
He yanked her hips back hard, forcing her to arch until her tits lifted off the desk nipples scraping the wood raw, and started fucking her with long, punishing strokes that slammed her body forward with every thrust.
The desk screeched across the floor. Papers scattered like confetti at a funeral at the death of who they used to be.
Each time he bottomed out, he snarled it into her skin like branding:
"My aunt."
"My aunt's cunt."
"My aunt's married, cheating, desperate, blood-soaked cunt."
Melissa sobbed louder with every word, nodding frantically, pushing back to meet him, her voice breaking into raw, shameful pleas that sounded like confession and orgasm at once.
"Yes… yes… I'm your aunt and I'm letting you breed me… I'm letting my own flesh and blood ruin me… I'm letting the boy I scorned claim the womb that shares his DNA… I hate myself and I've never wanted anything more…"
He reached forward and grabbed her left hand the one with the wedding ring and forced it back between her legs.
"Rub your clit with your husband's ring while your nephew fucks you into the truth," he ordered, voice vicious and trembling with the weight of what they were doing.
She obeyed instantly, fingers shaking as she ground the diamond against her swollen, hypersensitive clit, crying out at the cold metal on burning flesh and the knowledge that she was using her marriage vow to make herself come on forbidden cock.
Phei looked down at where they were joined: his cock thick with her cream, veins pulsing disappearing again and again into the same body that had carried him on her hip at family weddings, the same body that had stood in church in white lace promising forever to another man while the boy now destroying her from the inside watched from the pews.
The taboo wasn't just a kink anymore. It was a living thing, clawing at his ribs, screaming in his blood howling that this was blasphemy and destiny in the same breath.
He wrapped a hand around her throat from behind and squeezed not enough to choke, just enough to own just enough to feel her pulse hammering against his palm like a sacrifice.