am-books Chapter 567: From Master to Husband*
Chapter 567: From Master to Husband*
Brandon’s hands gripped Scylla’s ass firmly, squeezing the soft, muscular flesh as he pulled her closer.He lifted her slightly, turning her around and pressing her front against the kitchen counter.
Scylla braced her hands on the edge, arching her back instinctively as she felt his hard cock slide between her thighs from behind.
"Master..."
Brandon kissed the back of her neck, one hand reaching around to cup her heavy breast while the other guided his cock to her slick pussy.
He rubbed the thick head along her wet folds, teasing her for a moment before pushing forward.
"Nngh..." Scylla moaned loudly as his dick entered her in one smooth, deep thrust.
Her tight, warm pussy walls clenched around his dick, gripping every inch as he buried his dick to the hilt.
She pushed back against him, taking his dick fully with a shaky gasp.
"Fuck... that hurts... I guess it’s true that it hurts the first time."
The stretch was intense as her powerful body adjusted to his size "Don’t stop, Master..."
Brandon groaned against her neck, his hands gripping her hips as he began to thrust.
*plah* *plah*
The sound of their bodies slapping together mixed with Scylla’s unrestrained moans echoed through the kitchen.
Her breasts swayed heavily with every thrust and her strong ass rippled as he drove into her from behind.
"Haa... you feel so good," he growled, one hand sliding up to squeeze her breast while the other held her hip, pulling her back onto his cock with every stroke.
Scylla’s head fell forward, her black hair falling over her face as she moaned shamelessly.
"Harder... Master... please..." she gasped, pushing back against him desperately.
Brandon obliged, slamming into her with more forceful thrusts.
The kitchen counter creaked under their movements.
He leaned over her, biting her shoulder gently as he fucked her harder, one hand moving between her thighs to rub her swollen clit.
Brandon turned Scylla around, pulling her away from the counter.
She followed his lead without resistance and turned to face him.
Her eyes were dark with lust and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed heavily.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer.
Brandon lifted her effortlessly, his hands gripping her muscular ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He held her up like she weighed nothing, his hard cock sliding between her thighs, brushing against her slick, dripping pussy.
Scylla let out a shaky moan, her legs tightening around him as she felt the thick head nudge her pussy again.
Without another word, Brandon lowered her onto his cock.
"Nngh-!" Scylla moaned as he sank his dick deep inside her in one smooth motion.
The new angle let him dive even deeper as the head of his cock pressed against her most sensitive spot with every thrust.
"So deep..." she gasped in pleasure.
She could feel every inch of his thick cock, hot and throbbing inside her, stretching her perfectly.
Brandon gripped her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he began moving her up and down on his cock.
He lifted her, then pulled her back down hard, thrusting up at the same time.
Her powerful legs squeezed around his waist as she rode him.
Her full breasts bounced heavily between them with every deep thrust while her nipples brushed against his chest.
Sweat glistened on her skin, her black hair sticking to her neck and forehead.
"Haah... Master...! It’s so hot inside me..." she moaned shamelessly, her head falling forward to rest against his shoulder.
Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, sucking him deeper with every downward movement. "You’re hitting so deep... I can feel you everywhere..."
He gripped her ass tighter, spreading her cheeks slightly as he drove into her with long, powerful strokes.
She pushed down to meet every thrust, her strong thighs flexing as she rode him.
The slap of skin against skin echoed through the kitchen, her juices coating his cock and dripping down his balls.
"Harder... please..." she begged in a trembling voice. "... fill me up..."
Brandon obliged, slamming her down onto his cock with more force, his hips thrusting up to bury his dick as deep as possible.
"Haaanghhh..." Scylla came with a loud moan, her pussy spasming violently around his dick as she gushed hotly.
Her legs locked tightly around his waist as waves of intense pleasure ripped through her.
*splurt*
"Urgh..." Brandon groaned and he came hard inside her as thick ropes of cum flooded her pussy, filling her until it leaked out around his cock.
They stayed locked together like that for a long moment with her head resting on his shoulder, both breathing heavily.
"Haa... Master... I can feel your hot cum moving inside me. I might get pregnant from this."
Chuckling, he kissed her neck "Do you know what my wives call me as..."
Scylla blinked in confusion for a second, still dazed from the intensity of her orgasm.
Then realization hit her and a deep blush spread across her face, turning her cheeks and ears bright red.
She buried her face deeper into his neck, trying to hide her embarrassment.
"H-Husband..." she murmured shyly.
He smiled against her skin and kissed her neck again "You can call me that too... if you want."
Scylla stayed silent for a few seconds and then she lifted her head just enough to look at him.
"...Husband,"
Scylla let out a soft, contented sigh and nuzzled against his neck again.
For the first time in her life, the fierce General allowed herself to simply be held and loved in the arms of the man she had chosen to follow.
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Camille and Lisette walked downstairs together, still slightly sleepy and wrapped in light robes they had found in the bedroom.
Their bodies carried the faint marks of last night’s sex, with light bite marks on their necks and shoulders, a soft flush still lingering on their skin.
The moment they stepped into the kitchen, they froze for a second.
Brandon stood there wearing only a pair of loose black pants and Scylla was beside him, wearing nothing but a simple white apron.
The smell of eggs, fresh bread, and herbs filled the warm kitchen.
Both women hurried forward immediately.
"Master, you don’t have to do any chores," Camille said quickly, reaching for the plates.
"Yes, Master. Let us handle the work,"
Brandon smiled softly and pulled both of them into his arms at the same time, hugging them close against his chest.
He leaned down and kissed Camille’s lips first and then kissed Lisette, savoring the softness of their mouths.
"Good morning, dears," he murmured against Lisette’s lips.
Both women pulled back slightly, staring at him with wide-eyed surprise.
Their cheeks flushed pink, and they exchanged a quick, confused glance.
"Hm?" Brandon frowned slightly, noticing their reaction. "What happened?"
Camille hesitated, then spoke softly "Master... you kissed us..."
Huh?
Brandon was taken aback for a moment. He looked at both of them, genuinely surprised by their response.
"But we even had sex yesterday," he said, tilting his head. "Why are you surprised by a kiss...? Did you forget what happened yesterday?"
Lisette shook her head quickly, "No, Master... but isn’t that usually a servant’s job? Warming the Master’s bed. Outside of that..."
Brandon couldn’t help but sigh inwardly ’Why are they speaking like as if they are my slaves.’
He looked at both women with a gentle expression and pulled them closer again, one arm around each of their waists.
"Listen, you two, I don’t have sex with any random woman... or my servants. What happened yesterday wasn’t just ’serving’ me."
"I wanted both of you as women who matter to me. Not as tools or servants..."
Camille and Lisette stared at him and their lips parted in shock.
Brandon continued, "You fought beside me and you gave yourselves to me completely. That’s not the behavior of servants."
"I see you two as my wives."
He leaned in and kissed Camille again, then did the same with Lisette.
Both women melted into the kisses and hugged him.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he looked at them with a soft smile "So stop thinking of yourselves as just servants."
Camille and Lisette looked at each other for a brief second, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of understanding and quiet joy.
Then they turned back to Brandon and soft smiles slowly spread across both their faces.
"...Understood, Master," Camille whispered.
Lisette nodded, her cheeks still slightly flushed. "Yes... Master."
Scylla let out a loud, mocking laugh and turned around, pointing at them with the wooden spoon.
"You little girls still calling him ’Master’?" she teased with a wide grin. "I call him Husband. Hahahaha. H.U.S.B.A.N.D."
Camille and Lisette blinked in surprise.
"W-What?"
"Husband!
"HUSBAND!"
"Darling!"
"Dear!"
"HUBBY!"
"HONEY!"