Chapter 5: Revealing the Past
"What am I doing, for heaven’s sake?! How can I be taking advantage of this young man?! I must be going crazy!" Manaia covered her face, pacing the room in desperation.
Her reactions were too cute not to watch, so I couldn’t resist playing a little prank on her.
"What a delicious dinner you were eating! Don’t you want some more?"
She stared at me intently, as if she had seen a ghost or the demon king himself, her breath ragged and her mouth slightly open, glistening with saliva. A drop of my pleasure trickled down her chin, shining under the hut’s dim light.
I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, a husky laugh that came from my chest and echoed in the small hut. It was an honest laugh, pure amusement at the MILF’s very human and embarrassed reaction. She had caught me by surprise, but now it was my turn to enjoy the show.
Manaia jumped at the sound of my laughter. Her eyes widened even further, and she took a small hop backward, stumbling over her own feet, landing on her butt in the sandy floor. It was clear she didn’t expect me to be awake, let alone for me to laugh at her while catching her red-handed. The shame was almost palpable in the air, and I found her even sexier like that, all red and embarrassed.
"By the gods!" Manaia exclaimed, bringing her hands to her mouth, shame coloring her face an even deeper red, spreading down her neck and across her chest. She covered herself with her arms as if she had been caught stealing a pig, or worse, as if she had been caught enjoying something very forbidden and delicious.
Still chuckling softly, I tried to speak.
"You don’t have to be ashamed. Seriously, I really enjoyed dinner. It was... delicious. Truly." My voice was a little hoarse from the erection, but full of humor and sincere satisfaction.
The matriarch narrowed her eyes at me, trying to regain some of her lost dignity. Her gaze was a mixture of fury, but I could also see a hint of lust she couldn’t hide, gleaming in her eyes like embers.
"Shut up, pervert! I was just trying to... clean your wounds!" she said, though her tone wasn’t very convincing. She adjusted her clothes with brusque movements, avoiding my gaze, though her eyes kept darting to my member, which remained erect and ready for action.
I shrugged, a mischievous, brazen smile on my face.
"Right, right... ’cleaning my wounds’ with your mouth. I really like that healing method. In fact, I think I’m ready for a second ’dose,’ just in case it wasn’t thoroughly cleaned." I said, shifting my hips slightly so my still-erect member became more noticeable, like a brazen invitation she couldn’t ignore.