Even If It’s Depraved - Chapter 32

At that close distance, his soothing words warmed her skin. Brunhilde nodded, still uneasy. Her son, as if praising her, stroked her hair and licked away the remaining moisture from her eyes.

“I can’t wait for the baby to be born soon.”

“Carl…”

“I want to feel the baby, Mother.”

After a brief hesitation, Brunhilde lifted her shirt, revealing her belly. There was no visible swell yet—but in about a month, it would begin to show.

Carlos’s hand caressed her smooth stomach, desire flickering across his face. He traced a fingertip around her pretty navel—then, as if by accident, let his hand slip lower.

“…Carl?”

“Maybe it’s still too early. I can’t feel anything through your belly.”

His hand crept past the edge of her undergarments, pushing further inside. Flustered, Brunhilde caught his wrist. Carl gave her a clear, innocent smile.

“I only want to feel the baby, Mother.”

“In about a month, you’ll be able to feel the movements—”

“Mother.”

He cut her off sternly. With just his fingernail, he lightly scratched between her folds.

“This is my first child.”

“…”

“If it were Emily, she’d have spread her legs and opened herself willingly.”

His quiet voice, like a murmur, struck deep at her unease. She couldn’t resist any longer. She slowly loosened her grip on his wrist.

Carlos’s beautiful face broke into a smile again. He parted her thighs with his fingers and slipped inside the entrance hidden beneath the thatch.

Already, her breath quickened. Brunhilde tightened her lower belly, clenching her inner walls.

“Deep inside, my seed is growing, isn’t it?”

His long fingers stirred her flesh. Probing, searching—as if trying to locate her womb. Heavier than before with the child inside, her inner walls began to feel almost painfully tense. Brunhilde curled her toes, stifling a moan.

“Mother, you’re wet already.”

“Car-los.”

“And your breathing is so shallow.”

Feigning concern, he licked her lips. Then, pushing his fingers deeper into Brunhilde, who was trying to hide her arousal behind an anxious face, he whispered:

“You seem tired. Let me help you relax.”

“Carl, that’s enough—”

“Once you’re relaxed, you’ll fall asleep easily.”

With that, Carl lifted her with one arm, settling himself where she had been sitting and placing her slender body across his lap. He drew her waist close, then added another finger—two fingers now pushing inside her.

She wanted to resist, but couldn’t. Feeling her son’s e******n pressing against her b******s, she arched her back.

His two fingers worked in tandem, stroking her insides. Soon, an intense pleasure crackled up her spine, overwhelming her senses. The way his flesh kept pressing against her from behind only fueled her excitement further. She couldn’t hold on any longer—she surrendered to the pleasure.

“Good girl.”

“Haah… haah…”

“When you clench like this, Mother, it feels just like my child moving inside you.”

Exhaustion seeped through her veins. Brunhilde went limp on her son’s lap, gasping. Smiling with satisfaction, he withdrew his fingers and used the wet digits to rub her n****e.

“After the baby is born, will milk come from these n*****s?”

“Nngh… my child…”

“I wonder what your milk will taste like. I don’t remember how it tasted when I was a baby.”

Carlos licked up her neck as if lapping at her b****t, then pressed his lips hard against her pale nape. He inhaled his mother’s scent deeply, exhaling a languid sigh.

Even through two layers of clothing, his still-e***t length pressed insistently against her. A dark premonition ran cold down her spine. Hiding her anxiety, she took a deep breath and leaned her head fully against his shoulder, whining softly.

“I’m getting tired, Carl.”

“Are you?”

“Yes. Will you put Mother to bed?”

He nodded, cradling her neck carefully as he rose. He laid her on the bed, lifted the edge of the blanket, and whispered:

“Go to sleep now, Mother.”

“Mmm…”

“You’ll have sweet dreams.”

Her heart raced, but she feigned sleepiness and closed her eyes. She repeated to herself: don’t think about him. She tried to keep her breathing steady.

After a few minutes, her breath naturally calmed. Exhausted from her climax, Brunhilde couldn’t hold out any longer—she fell into a deep sleep.

That afternoon, she dreamed of a beautiful beast licking her lower body with relish.

And when she woke, her undergarments—which should have dried—were even wetter than before.