Chapter 25
What was one more day added to a sin that had already stretched beyond a hundred nights? Would it make the weight of it any heavier?
After all, she would bear the burden of all this sin herself.
“Just one night. Tonight only.”
“Mother…”
Her son’s beautiful features twisted as he let out a hoarse whisper. Slowly, he lowered his head and covered her lips with his.
His skin tasted of tears. Like a beast soothing its young, she licked at his lips.
She stroked his back as he clung to her mouth like a nursing infant, feeding him her breath. He gasped like a drowning man, fresh tears spilling from his eyes.
“Can’t we just go on like this, Brunhilde?”
“My child.”
“You love me too, Mother. Can’t we just… keep going like this…”
“There is no mother who desires her son, Carlos.”
She wiped the tears from his eyes and led him to the bed. She laid him down—still weeping—and pressed a kiss to his damp cheek.
Gentle, like a mother bird. There was no desire in it, only tenderness.
“After tonight, we forget everything that came before. Do you understand?”
“Brunhilde…”
“My son. My poor child, caught in this cruel fate…”
He could bear no more. His mother, eyes glistening, pressing kisses to his cheeks and eyelids. He seized her shoulders and rolled their bodies over. In an instant, she was beneath him, and he gazed down at her face as his hands moved.
Her sheer garments slid away like melting silk, revealing her beautiful body. Carlos pressed his lips to her soft, white flesh like a brand. Her unbounded throat. Her shoulders. Her collarbone. Her b*****s.
Then, like a child, he began to suckle at her n****e. Brunhilde stroked his head, her touch full of grace.
“…It would have been better if I had remained an infant.”
Her son pressed his forehead to her b****t, his voice aching.
“Then I could have stayed in your arms, nursing at your b****t, savoring your lips against my skin.”
“I can kiss you anytime, my child.”
“Then can I suck your lips? Can I lick between your thighs?”
“…Carl.”
Even as she gave him her body, her voice drew a stern line. It wounded him. He poured out the grievance he had held since childhood.
“Every time I realize that your love and my love follow different paths… you’ll never know how much it hurts, Brunhilde.”
If this feeling truly was the price the gods had placed upon their family’s power, then curse was the better word for it. All the seas could not quench this molten, boiling desire.
How can she speak so easily of cutting this off? Even if it came from a curse, the longing that has taken root in him has already become his own.
There was no point in more words. Carlos lifted her legs and positioned himself at her opening.
“Ah…”
His mother’s v****a, heated by his kisses and caresses, swallowed him without resistance. The flesh he had claimed hundreds of times welcomed him again, gripping him eagerly. Desire rose to his throat, dizzying. He looked down at his mother, eyes closed, body opened beneath him.
You said there is no mother who desires her son. But when we lie together, Mother, you moan with pleasure.
I already know where to touch you, how to make you cry, what beautiful sounds your lips make when they part.
Brunhilde.
My Brunhilde.
“Ah! Hngh!”
My beautiful Brunhilde, moaning beneath me.
“Ngh—nngh! Haah—nngh…!”
“Haah—Brun—hh—hilde…!”
My mother, surrendering to pleasure at last.
I only wished for you to stay by my side, in your own way, even if you could never feel as I do. But you shake off my hand and lead me along your path instead.
Even knowing it tightens around my throat.
Ah, you are so—
“Please, please, Carl…”
If only this night would never end.
His mother, nearing her peak, twisted her hips with a furrowed brow. Any other time, he would have driven her straight to the edge, given her what she wanted. But tonight, he didn’t want to. He trapped her gasping form between his arms and pressed his lips to hers.
Even without tangling his tongue first, the breath with which she eagerly met his outstretched tongue betrayed a hunger she could not fully hide.
Mother. My Brunhilde.
Princess, already so accustomed to depravity.
So don’t push me away.
…But you will. You will rise above even your own desires.
And you will smile at me with the face of a gentle mother, as if this heat was nothing but an illusion.
Bury every night behind your memories, as if they never happened.
Leaving me alone to burn forever, watching you from a distance.
Even now, pressed against her, the ache was unbearable. The echo of a heart destined to end in severance already filled his chest.
Carlos swallowed her tongue, now quiet and still, and began to move again.
As if trying to drown the passage of time by driving every sense toward its climax.
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