"Aaaah!" I gasped as her tongue flicked out, lapping at the tip, her lips pressing against the slick head. "Aunt... hmmm, just like that! I can already feel it getting better!"
Aunt Irene's brows knit together, her voice trembling with worry—but her eyes were dark with something else. Something hungry. "Don't worry, Welheim..." she whispered, her fingers tightening around the base of my cock. "I'll heal you..."
Then she took my cock into her mouth.
Her lips stretched obscenely around my girth, her jaw straining as she forced herself to take more. "Mmmph—!" she gagged immediately, her throat resisting the thick intrusion. "Nggg! Gggk!" She pulled back, coughing, strings of saliva dripping from her lips, her eyes watering. "It's—it's too big—!"
"You can do it, Aunt..." I groaned, my fingers tangling in her hair, guiding her back down. "Just relax your throat..."
She took a deep breath, her lips wrapping around my cock again, her tongue pressing flat against the underside. This time, she forced herself deeper, her throat convulsing around the thick head.
"Akkkkh! Agggggh! Nggggh!" She gagged violently, her nose pressing against my skin, her eyes watering as she fought to breathe. Her fingers dug into my thighs, her nails biting into my flesh as she struggled to take more. "Mmmph—! Gggk—! C-can't—breathe—!"
I groaned, my hips bucking upward, my cock hitting the back of her throat. "That's it, Aunt... Take it all..." My voice was rough, my fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her down further.
"Nggggh—! P-please—! It's choking me—!" she gagged, her throat working around my cock, her lips stretched so wide I could see the strain in her jaw. "Mmmph—! Welheim—! I c-can't—!"
"You can," I growled, my voice dark with lust. "You're healing me, remember? All the way down..."
She whimpered, her throat fluttering around my cock as she forced herself to take another inch. "Gggk—! Ngggh—! Mmmph—!" Her nose was buried in my unseen micro pubes, her breath hot against my skin, her throat convulsing as she fought to swallow around my girth.
"Fuck—!" I hissed, my hips jerking upward, my cock hitting the back of her throat again. "That's it! Take it!"
Aunt Irene's eyes rolled back, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gagged around my cock, her throat working desperately. "Nggggh—! C-can't—! It's too much!"
She pulled back, coughing violently, strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping from her swollen lips. "It's pulsing—! And it's hotter—!"
I groaned, my cock twitching in her hand, leaking more pre-cum onto her tongue. "It's because you're healing me, Aunt..." I panted, my voice rough. "Your mouth feels so good—!"
She looked down at my cock, her fingers stroking the thick length, her thumb rubbing over the slick tip. "It's bigger now..." she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"How can any woman take something like this inside her? Won't her pussy be destroyed? Grom's cock is so tiny compared to yours—!"
I bit back a groan, my cock throbbing at her words. "Aunt Irene..." I asked, feigning innocence, "Does having a big cock mean something bad?"
Aunt Irene's fingers trembled against my cock, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps as she stared at my throbbing cock. Her thumb brushed over the slick tip, gathering the pre-cum that beaded there, her touch sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my hips twitch involuntarily.
"I... I don't know," she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, thick with curiosity and something deeper—something she didn't quite understand yet.
"I've never seen anything like this before..." Her grip tightened just slightly, her fingers exploring the thick veins that pulsed beneath her touch. "It's so... big. So different from Grom's..."
I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a low, serious tone, my fingers brushing against her cheek in what I hoped was a comforting gesture.
"But it's a good thing," I lied smoothly, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "A bigger cock can reach deep inside a woman's pussy... that it helps her give birth to stronger children..."
Aunt Irene's eyes widened, her fingers stilling for a moment before resuming their slow, exploratory strokes. "Really...?" she breathed, her voice filled with a mix of awe and curiosity. "It might be true... I guess we'll know once you have a woman as your partner—!"
I smirked internally, my cock twitching in her grip. Oh, we'll know sooner than that.
Because the way she was looking at me now—her lips slightly parted, her eyes dark with curiosity, her fingers still tracing the thick veins of my cock—told me everything I needed to know.
She was mine.
And this village?
It was going to be my playground.
Aunt Irene's gaze dropped back down to my cock, which was still rock-hard, throbbing in her grip. "Why is it still like this..." she murmured, her fingers stroking me absentmindedly, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. "It should have softened by now..."
I looked at her, feigning innocence, my voice soft and curious. "Aunt Irene... doesn't Uncle Grom's cock ever get hard like this? How do you help him when it does?"
Aunt Irene hesitated, her cheeks darkening with a blush as she shifted slightly, her fingers still wrapped around my cock. "Somedays..." she admitted, her voice soft and hesitant. "Your uncle gets hard... like you... And he puts it inside my pussy... and he drops his seed inside me... to calm himself down..."
She paused, her eyes distant as if recalling the routine of it all. "In our tribe, that's how it is, Welheim. Sex is just for making children—purely functional, like everything else in nature. When a man gets hard, it's a sign from the spirits that it's time to reproduce. He puts his cock in the woman's pussy to calm the urge, drops his seed, and that's it. No lingering, no extra touches or kisses. No focus on pleasure or anything beyond the act itself. It's like animals in the wild—instinct drives it, nothing more. Foreplay? That's not something we know or need. It's quick, efficient, to ensure the tribe grows strong."
I nodded internally. Of course. It's just animal instinct. When men get hard, they put it in their woman's pussy to calm themselves down, acting just on pure instinct of reproduction, like animals or other species.
But her words sparked something in me—a curiosity I couldn't resist probing. "Aunt Irene," I asked gently, my tone still innocent, "do you enjoy it when Uncle Grom puts it inside you? Does it feel good?"