The Sixth School

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All Characters in the story are 18 years of age and above...

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Chapter Forty Seven: Acolyte of Lust...

He didn't stop.

Despite the shock of being caught in the act and having his mother watch him as he fucked the Town-head's wife, Greg didn't falter. Whether the two women still caught in the throes of their orgasms were aware of her presence or not, Greg didn't know. Whether they would even care in the lust-addled state that they were currently in, Greg couldn't say. What he realized in that moment, however, was just how twisted he was. Rather than try to look away or hide what he was doing from his mother, Greg maintained eye contact. His gaze continued to bore into that of his mother as he repeatedly sank into the Town-head's wife's creampied pussy.

On her part, the Town-head's wife seemed to have gone delirious with pleasure as she kept babbling incoherently about how deep Greg was and how much she wanted to give him a baby and so on. Her body had gone on autopilot as her hips gyrated and pushed back to meet with each of his thrusts. Having just cum, Greg wasn't in danger of cumming any time soon. As such, he took his time driving long and deep into the woman's tight love canal. He wasn't just fucking the woman, he was putting on a show for his mother.

Apart from the fact that he was drawing a twisted form of pleasure from having his mother act as a voyeur as he fucked another woman, there was another reason for Greg's actions. Olivia had once told him that the reason his mother wasn't as affected by the AROUSING title as other women in the town were, was because she saw him as her son. The taboo of incest in her mind, raised the hurdle that the title would have to overcome that much higher than in most other women around town. As it turns out, she wasn't entirely correct. Although he hadn't even meant to, after a few seconds of holding his mother's gaze, the DISCERNING ring had begun to give him impressions of what was going on with the woman.

While the taboo of incest was part of why his mother remained resistant to the AROUSING title, the larger reason was a much simpler one. Rather than a moralistic opposition to having sex with her son, the true reason she had remained so unaffected was that, like most mothers out there, no matter how big Greg got, she only saw her little boy whenever she looked at him. Logically, she understood that not only was he grown, but was also the head of the house. And ever since he'd returned from the infirmary, she had never disobeyed him or tried to question his authority as the head of the home. On an emotional level, however, his mother still saw him as the little boy she'd raised from infancy whenever she looked at him. That image, however, was exactly what Greg was trying to shatter as he continued to plow the Town-head's wife. Like taking away the shield from a soldier, Greg wanted to take away the false image that protected his mother from his AROUSING title.

Greg couldn't help but let an impish smile cross his lips as his mother's gaze dropped to look down at the Town-head's wife moaning with pleasure and, through the DISCERNING title, he picked up on the barest hint of arousal from her. Focusing on her using the title, Greg could tell that she was reminded of the nights of passion she'd shared with his late father. This, however, didn't bother Greg at all. All he needed was a chink in the armor, a crack in the door. Once he had that small opening, his innate title plus his natural charm would do the rest. First, his mother would think of and remember her husband. Very soon, however, that image would slowly morph and be replaced by that of Greg.

Greg had expected his mother to eventually turn away and flee from the scene. She surprised him, however, by calmly walking into the room. Walking over to the other end of the table she calmly pulled out the chair there and sat down. Once she was settled, her gaze shifted back to the scene playing out before her. Both on a psychological level and through the DISCERNING ring, Greg could vaguely understand what she was trying to do. Whether she wanted it or not, the image that she had of her son was falling apart. She wanted to believe that he was still her sweet little child, and yet, reality begged to differ. As such, she wanted to understand what her precious child had become.

By this point, Shalia had recovered enough of her energy and control over her body to stand on her own. Still, she clung to Greg and watched with fascination as Greg drove her mother to another orgasm. Even without looking at her through the DISCERNING title, Greg could feel both the dread and anticipation that filled her as she watched him fuck her mother into a mindless haze of pleasure. At the back of her mind was the understanding that as soon as Greg was done with her mother, she would be next! Some small part of her knew that the window of escape was growing smaller and smaller. With every second that passed, she was getting closer to a point of no return. If she didn't extricate herself from the scene, then soon, it would be her legs that he spread. It would be her pussy that this monster cock would be stretching. It would be her womb that he'd fill with his seed. The daughter of the Town-head would lose her virginity to the man who was fucking her father's wife behind his back!

Shalia clung tighter to Greg as she felt her knees grow weak as the anticipation slowly overpowered her dread. She had brought herself to climax once and then had a second orgasm riding the boy's fingers, and yet, her pussy twitched with need when she heard the boy groan with pleasure as he released a second volley of his seed into her mother's womb. Groans of pleasure escaped Roka as he slammed his waist against her mother's ass and drove his dick all the way inside her pussy. He held the position for ten breaths of time, making sure to thoroughly seed her mother before he stepped back from her and sat back down on the head seat. With his mask off, Shalia could see the impish smile that crossed his face as he watched his thick white seed flow out from her mother's core.

Greg didn't miss the way Shalia trembled with excitement when he turned away from the Town-head's wife's freshly creampied pussy to her. "Help your mother to her seat," Greg calmly instructed. Greg could have easily done this himself. He, however, was still using the girl's words against her. She'd agreed to play the role of the servant till the end of the day, and that is exactly how he'd treat her. It took a bit of maneuvering from the girl, especially because her mother's legs seemed to have gone rubbery with pleasure. She, however, managed to get her off the table and back into the seat she'd been in, to begin with. Interestingly, She didn't bother to readjust her mother's dress or her own. Greg's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to her round ass as she worked to help her mother onto her seat.

"Eek!" A sound of surprise left Shalia as Greg picked her up and placed her on the table before him. Unlike her mother, who'd been lying face down on the table, Greg sat Shalia facing him on the edge of the table. One hand moved to the girl's neck. Greg took a firm hold of the girl but didn't apply too much pressure. If he left any marks for the Town-head to see, it would be very hard for him to explain what had happened. His other hand moved to the base of his cock. With wet smacking sounds, Greg slapped the head of his cock against her wet pussy lips. Greg looked her in the eyes as he spoke. "You like Bran, don't you?" he posed.

The question was so out of left field that Shalia's lust-addled mind could only offer the truth. With a nod, she spoke. "Yesssss!"

The answer, however, morphed into a hiss of both pain and pleasure as Greg forced his head and the first few inches of his cock into her pussy. "And yet here you are," Greg spoke in a mocking tone, as the head of his cock came up against her hymen. "Spreading your legs for me, Letting the commoner take your virginity!" He continued. Even as he thrust another three inches in, drawing another hiss from the girl as her hymen broke. "Letting me plow your deepest depths!" he bottomed out within her. Someone listening in from the side might have thought that Greg was being purposely cruel and denigrating to her. Greg, however, knew that this was what she wanted. His previous assessment of her had already made it clear that she wasn't after a lover in him.

Every fantasy that she'd had of him was one where he took control and had his way with her. There was no romance, no flowery words, no soft moments whatsoever. She wanted him rough and raw. And through the DISCERNING title, Greg could tell that her arousal was growing with each word he spoke. The more he emphasized how low she had gone for spreading her legs for him, the wetter her pussy became. The more he taunted her for not being the prim and proper princess she usually pretended to be, the tighter her pussy squeezed him. The more he reminded her that she had given her virginity to him, the deformed commoner, the more it stoked that flame of need within her.

"You don't have to worry though," Greg spoke as he pulled back and slammed into her again. "I couldn't care less about who has your heart. So long as you keep spreading your legs for me like this whenever I call on you, Bran can have your heart," He said in a clearly mocking tone. Unable to help herself, Greg could see the girl's eyes roll to the back of her head even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and a shudder ran through her. Leaning close to her ear, Greg continued to speak. "You can tell him how much you love him, while my seed fills your womb. You can take long walks under the moonlight while my cum leaks from your pussy and flows down your thighs. He can steal as many kisses from you as he wishes, right after those same lips have been acquainted with my manhood!" He layered one taunt on top of another until it was all too much.

Unlike her mother, Shalia was most definitely a squirter! Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth opened in a silent scream even as wave after wave of unrelenting ecstasy reduced her mind to mush. Greg picked up the tempo and began to slam into the petite girl with wild abandon. "He may have your heart, but this body is mine! This pussy is my pleasure hole! It'll serve me wherever and whenever I want it to. "Do you understand!" Greg growled mid-thrust. Lost in the throes of her pleasure, the girl could barely process what he was saying. Caught in his thrall as she was, however, the girl wouldn't have been able to object even if she had been clear-headed. As such, all she did was nod vigorously even as she tightened her legs around his waist and pulled him even deeper into her.

"Say it!" Greg demanded.

"I... I'm yours. My body is yours! My pussy is yours! You own me! You can use me for your pleasure. You can breed me like a..." Once the girl got started, it was as if Greg had released the floodgates and she couldn't be stopped. A smile crossed Greg's lips as he looked directly at his mother even as he continued to fuck the girl, both of them listening to her promising herself over to him, at least as far as her body was concerned. Greg didn't need the DISCERNING ring to see the slight gleam of lust in his mother's eyes as she looked into his eyes.

In the end, there wasn't that much that was different about his mother when compared to the other women in town in terms of willpower. The only thing that had been protecting her thus far was her perception of him as her sweet little child. Once that was shattered, and she started to see him as a man, his innate title of AROUSING began to work on her. The EROTIC WILL candles burning just a few feet away from where she was seated, only further sealed her fate.

The mounting pleasure eventually peaked and a groan of pleasure left Greg. His eyes drifted closed as he buried himself to the hilt inside the girl and began to shoot a fresh load of hot jizz deep into Shalia's pussy. Greg had no compunctions about doing this as the second of the two rings he had on, was the STERILE ring. Seeing as she was married already, impregnating the Town-head's wife was something that Greg could get away with. If he got Shalia pregnant, however, he would be permanently tying himself to her and falling into the exact trap the Town-head had been trying to set up for him. While he had only said to fan the flames of her lust, it didn't make it any less true that Greg was only interested in a physical relationship with the girl. His horizons lay far beyond this little town. Not to mention the fact the system meant that something like a normal monogamous marriage wasn't in the books for him.

Greg could tell that the girl's orgasm had begun to peter out when the girl's legs she'd looped around him went lax. Greg laid the girl on her back on the table with her legs splayed out in the air and cum leaking from her pussy. Looking down at her pussy, Greg was surprised by the amount that was coming out of her. This was, after all, his third time cumming after dumping two loads in her mother. Greg would have expected to produce a lot less cum this time around. That, however, didn't seem to be the case. Adding on to the oddity, was the fact that he was still harder than a missile. Just an inch away from Shalia's leaking pussy, the head of his cock was quietly bobbing in time with the beat of his heart.

The first time Greg had sex, it had been under the effects of the lust aura from Olivia's original. As such, he wasn't surprised that he had managed to last so many rounds. It was no different than if he'd taken a supercharged Viagra pill. In the present case, however, there had been no lust aura to prop him up, and yet, Greg was still hard as a bar of iron and didn't feel like it would go down any time soon.

Greg was tempted to take pride in the fact that he had the lasting power to go three rounds and still be ready to go for a fourth. Much as he wanted to ascribe this to himself, however, Greg just couldn't shake the suspicion that there was more to this than youthful vigor. 'How am I still so hard and ready to go another round?' Rather than make guesses and conjectures about the situation, Greg just mentally directed the question to his familiar.

Greg could almost see the sly smile on her lips as she replied. "You are an acolyte of lust now, master. You could go ten rounds and you'll still be ready to go another ten. Neither your seed nor your arousal will diminish in any way unless you consciously wish for it to be so," she informed him. Greg's brows rose in surprise as he was reminded of his new rank according to the system. When the system gave him the new rank, all it had done was give him the mission that went along with the rank and remained completely quiet on the boons that came along with the rank. It seems that the system expected him to discover the boons each rank gave by himself. Luckily for him, Greg had the familiar to explain what Greg didn't immediately know. It would seem that along with the mission of bedding a hundred different women, the system had also given him the tools he needed to see it through. He could probably fuck till he passed out from lack of energy and he would still be at full mast!

With an impish smile, Greg turned to Shalia's mother. The woman had long since recovered from her orgasmic catatonia and had been watching as he fucked her daughter. "Your daughter did it for you. I think it's only fair that you return the favor, don't you think?" he asked teasingly.

The woman's gaze shifted from his eyes down to the stiff mast below his waist. There was a mix of disbelief and delight in her eyes as she found that he was still rock-hard. "How is that even possible?" The woman mumbled, asking the question to no one in particular.

Despite knowing that it wasn't addressed to him, Greg still replied. "It's simple, I am not your husband!" he said in a cocky tone.

Despite his words, the Town-head's wife didn't falter in her steps as she rose from her seat and walked over to his side. Running her hand over his well-toned chest and down over his washboard abs, her hand at last circled around the base of his cock. Just like Greg had done, the woman repeatedly slapped the head of his cock against her daughter's pussy making lewd wet sounds. A moan of pleasure escaped Shalia's lips as her mother finally lined up Greg's dick with her freshly fucked pussy and Greg plunged into her depths. This time, it was Shalia on the table getting roughly fucked while Greg kissed and fingered her mother to the side. The orgiastic noises filled the room even as Shalia was made to cum a fourth and fifth time. The Town-head's wife was also lost in her own world of pleasure as she clung to him like a koala bear and repeatedly cum on his fingers.

Even though the amount he would cum wouldn't diminish, the interval between one orgasm and the other grew longer every time he did cum. As such, by the time Greg felt himself draw close to his fourth orgasm, Shalia was a wet noodle on the table and her mother had already sunk to her knees beside Greg after her legs had finally given out as a result of the overwhelming pleasure. The only two individuals left with any modicum of clarity were Greg and his mother who was now looking at him with clear lust in her eyes. Whether it was his innate title of AROUSING or the Erotic Will candles that had done it, Greg didn't know. He, however, knew that if he opened the COMPLETED MISSIONS tab on his system, he'd find that the mission to turn on his mother would be marked as complete.

A devilish smile crossed Greg's lips as a lewd thought crossed his mind. Pulling out of Shalia just as he was on the cusp of shooting his first rope of cum, he grabbed the head of his dick and pressed down on its underside. Apart from the spike in pleasure that it caused, it had the same effect as partially blocking a flowing pipe. The increased pressure meant that the first four shots of cum went much further than they would otherwise have. Unlike on the day when he'd held the sendoff party for his father, this time, there was only one table instead of two. This meant that the distance between the head seat end of the table where Greg stood and the chair opposite the head seat where his mother sat, wasn't that long.

A gasp left his mother when the first glob of cum landed on her forehead right between her eyes. Unfortunately for her, this wasn't the most opportune of times to open her mouth. The second and third shots of cum had landed in her mouth by the time she realized what was happening and closed her mouth. The final shot of cum that managed to cross the distance of the table hit her on her lips and dribbled down to her chin. Turning to his right and aiming his cock downwards, Greg shot the rest of his jizz on the face of the Town-head's wife. His mother had reflexively closed her eyes the moment the first shot of cum landed on her face. As such, she didn't catch the wide smile that crossed Greg's lips as he regarded his handy work.

Without letting go of his cock, Greg pushed down the hem of his pants so that when he did let go, his cock didn't disappear into whatever hidden space the pants had to hide his hard-on. Leaving the Town-head's wife who was seated on her heels and covered in his cum, Greg moved around the table and came to a stop beside his mother, his cock barely an inch from her face. Greg's dick twitched with arousal when after a few moments of indecision, his mother swallowed rather than spit out the cum that had made it into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open once she realized that there was no longer any cum landing on her face. There was a bit of surprise in her eyes when she found him standing right there beside her. Greg, however, couldn't help but notice that she didn't pull back, despite having his dick barely an inch from her face.