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"Y-young master, please let us help. Master Crepus wouldn't be happy if he knew we let you do all the work alone."
Adelinde's voice was traced with worries, hoping that her pleas would work and Diluc could put down all those kitchen utensils. Alas, she was bound to be disappointed as the boy waved his hand towards her, urging her and the group of maids to leave him alone.
Adelinde sighed and walked away with her palm pressed against her forehead, turning her eyes back every two steps just in case Diluc changed his mind. But in the end, all she saw was the red-haired boy's tiny back that radiated excitement as he started to sort out the ingredients.
"Adelinde, will the young master be alright on his own?" A maid asked while trying to pry her head into the kitchen, "What if something happens?"
"Shush, don't jinx it!" Adelinde flicked the young woman's temple. Truthfully, she was also very worried about letting Diluc bake a cake on his own. Sure, he had accompanied the maids while they were baking before but it didn't mean that he could do it by himself on his first try. They wanted to help, but the young master was stubborn and adamant about doing it on his own. Ultimately, the head maid could only sigh helplessly and assigned a few people to stay not too far from the kitchen lest an accident happen.
Anyway, it was just baking a cake. It shouldn't be too bad, right?
Adelinde gave the kitchen one last glance before walking away, bringing the noisy maids with her, and continued to work.
After a little more than 2 hours of hassling in the kitchen, a loud ring was heard from the oven, indicating that the cake was ready. Diluc put on his gloves and carefully took out the cake, an expression full of pride was present on his sweaty face as he breathed in the fragrant aroma.
The cake was then left on the table to let it cool down. The cream and toppings were also already prepared and ready to be used. Diluc's plan to surprise his father was almost complete.
See? Baking was easy! Adelinde had worried too much. It wasn't bad at all.
Nobody could deny the fact that the Ragnvindr heir was an extremely bright child, a genius almost. There was little to none that he couldn't accomplish at this young age. Thus, baking a cake was truly a simple matter.
It was just that…
Diluc had his eyebrows scrunched up as he observed the condition of the kitchen. Flour, spilled batter, and tons of the ingredients were wasted in the process, adorning the counter and the kitchen floor. Even his clothes weren't spared.
Baking was easy, cleaning was not. The young boy thought as he puffed his cheeks in annoyance. Fortunately, he still had quite some time before Crepus returned, so he could leisurely clean up this mess as he waited for the cake to cool down before decorating it.
Diluc had calculated the exact time he needed to complete his surprise, yet it seemed like Celestia had another plan. It was unknown which maid or butler had reported today's matter to Crepus, causing the man to rush back from Mondstadt to Dawn Winery. When the boy was putting away the washed utensils, he was caught off guard by the older man showing up at the door.
"Diluc, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?" Crepus's face was full of worry as he held his son's shoulders, slightly turning his body around to check for any injury.
Diluc was flabbergasted, happy to see his father but distressed that his plan was foiled. The young boy teared up, scaring Crepus even more.
"Baby, where does it hurt?" Crepus cooed and brought his beloved son into his embrace. He kissed those trembling lashes, feeling as if his heart was being twisted as each tear rolled down. "Don't cry, daddy feels like crying as well if you do."
"I'm fine, why are you back so early?" The boy pouted his pink lips as he rubbed his head against his father's chest, "The cake isn't ready yet."
Crepus could hear the resentment laced in the question and couldn't help but chuckle. The man dropped a few more kisses on Diluc's head while caressing his tear-stained cheek, "How can I let you do all the work alone? The cake will taste better if we both work on it."
"But it's your birthday," Diluc blinked, staring at his father with doe-like eyes. "I wanted to give you a surprise."
The man felt warmth and love fluttering in his chest as he took in the sight of his lovable son. A gentle smile appeared on his lips as he rubbed the young boy's hair, "I'm happy enough with you here.
Diluc's face was flushed from the sincere words, his distress was washed away so easily. When they broke away from the hug, the boy saw the batter stain on his father's coat and immediately remembered that his clothes and kitchen were all in disorder.
Crepus didn't mind, the stain could be washed away. He took off the coat and draped it over a chair before helping Diluc to clean up the kitchen. After they were more or less done, the man sat at one side and watched as the boy resumed his work.
Crepus cupped his chin in one hand as his eyes trailed all over Diluc, starting from the boy's furrowed eyebrows, slightly squinted eyes, and pursed lips. Diluc was immersed in his work, it was as though the thing before him wasn't a mere cake, but a dangerous research object.
Yet, even while Diluc had an extremely serious expression on his face and did nothing of sort that could induce lust, Crepus still felt his cock throbbing. He wanted nothing more than to mess the boy up, replacing his serious expression with a face smeared with tears and cum.
In the end, Crepus still lost his reasoning to desire.
"Diluc, your clothes are dirty. Isn't it uncomfortable?" Crepus asked, his lips curving up in a cunning smile. "Why don't you take them off?"
The boy turned to look at his father in confusion. His clothes were indeed dirty, but if he took them off, what would he wear? It would be a hassle to go upstairs for a change, it was almost bath time anyway.
Crepus understood his son very well, so he stood up and walked towards the other side of the kitchen, rummaging around until he found a clean black apron.
"Why don't you wear this first?" He took the apron back and placed it on the table, fingers reaching out to the buttons of Diluc's shirt, and began unbuttoning them.
An apron was supposed to be worn over the clothes, so Diluc didn't quite understand why Crepus was undressing him. When the man's hand reached down to his pants, he immediately grabbed his father's wrist and stared at him in confusion.
"Daddy wants to see you naked in an apron on his birthday, dressed up as an obedient little wife." Crepus smiled, rubbing his thumb on the back of Diluc's hand. "You will fulfill my wish right?"
Naked in an apron? Diluc blushed, thinking that the idea itself was incredulous. But when he heard Crepus calling him with such endearment, all reluctance was swept away.
At last, piece by piece of his clothing was thrown on the floor, leaving him bare. Crepus took the time to admire the boy's body, cock swelling when he saw the pink pussy that was hidden between his thighs. Even though he had seen it countless times, tasted it every night, and filled his pussy to the brim with his cum over and over again, Crepus still couldn't get enough of it.
After he had savored the sight enough, the man took the apron and helped the boy wear it. The dark cloth contrasted his milky white skin, the front barely covering the center of his thighs. It was beautiful and erotic.
Diluc felt a little jittery being so exposed, but if his father liked it then he would gladly wear it.
"Let's get to work."
Crepus forced himself to look away, wanting to help Diluc quickly finish the cake so they could have their fun, but the boy refused.
"There isn't much left. Moreover…" The boy pursed his lips and glanced at his father nervously. He wanted to finish the cake on his own. "I want to do it on my own. It's your birthday, I have to fulfill my duty."
Crepus tried to persuade his son to let him help a few more times, but the result was the same. In the end, he stood behind Diluc, silently watching him work on the cake.
Even though buck naked, his expression was still as serious as before, not faring any worse than a professional. The movement of his hands was slow and steady, carefully decorating the cake he had personally baked.
Crepus was both proud and turned on.
The man's eyes trailed over Diluc's smooth back and soft perky buttocks that were exposed, inviting whoever was looking at the boy to have a taste. When the red-haired youth slightly bent over his body to grab the sprinkles that were at the other end of the table, Crepus immediately moved his eyes downward, taking in the sight of the heavenly place that was hidden between the boy's thighs.
Diluc's pussy was extremely delicate, well-trimmed, and pink in color. Crepus had lost count on how many times his son's cunt had brought him orgasm, and he loved every moment of having his cock nestled deep within the cave of warm flesh.
Crepus felt his half-hard cock throbbing painfully to the thought of fucking his son, so without any reservation, he zipped down his pants and released the monstrous length. The man then started to stroke his cock as his eyes lingered on Diluc's plump pussy lips that were tightly pressed together, hiding away the slit that the man was desperately craving for.
At first, Crepus was content with just masturbating to the view of Diluc's backside, but when he saw the boy shifting his thighs and rubbing them together, trying to appease the itchiness brought by the breeze brushing against his nether lips, the man finally couldn't help himself. With his other hand, Crepus reached forward and spread open the folds with two of his fingers.
"Ngghh!"
Diluc yelped in surprise, unknowingly clamping down on the fingers, causing the callous surface to press against the entrance of his hole. The boy felt strength leaving his legs, so he sought support by plastering his upper body on the table, next to the cake. This action led his lower body to be thoroughly exposed, legs spread open, presenting his twitching pussy.
"D-daddy…" Diluc whimpered pitifully, resentful that his father was stopping him from doing his work. Yet, even so, he couldn't help but send his cunt towards the hand that was playing with it.
Crepus chuckled as he listened to the boy's sugared broken moans, inwardly enjoying the fact that even after so much usage, Diluc's body was still extremely sensitive. As a reward, the man continued to rub the pussy more vigorously in a circular motion, his thumb sliding into the hole with ease with the help of the boy's own slick.
The little mouth down there seemed very happy to accept this intrusive object, sucking onto the tip of Crepus's thumb as if begging for the man to come in deeper. But even after the whole thumb went into the hole, scraping against the warm and wet surface, it still wasn't satiated.
It was a matter of course. Diluc's pussy had long been trained by Crepus to only accept his cock. The man's sex organ was thick in girth and long in length, incomparable to fingers. How could being fucked by a thumb compare to it? The boy especially loved it when his father pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock before brutally plunging the whole length back inside. Whenever he did, the cockhead would ram against his cervix, fucking its way into his womb before releasing the load of scalding cum inside.
During the time where Crepus was away, Diluc would try to use vibrators to pleasure himself. Yet it just didn't feel right, no matter what, he couldn't get used to those cold and lifeless tools. His pussy wanted the sensation of his father's cock's veiny surface rubbing and throbbing against his walls. Perhaps by now, his inside was already molded into the shape of Crepus's cock, only his to use.
When Crepus felt the little hole clenching down onto his digit, he smiled knowingly and slowed down his movement, earning himself a distressed groan from his son. He hummed in return, brushing off Diluc's pleading gaze as he said, "Why did you stop decorating the cake?"
The boy's eyes widened in surprise as a little bit of clarity came back to him. He turned his head to look at the half-finished cake and pursed his lips in dilemma. He wanted to finish the cake but he also wanted to be touched by Crepus. However, if he picked the latter, then the cake wouldn't finish in time. Oh Archons, what to do...
Crepus's eyes curved up in amusement when he saw the red-haired youth's confused expression, unable to choose between filial piety and lust. How could his son be so cute and lovable? The man helped Diluc up to sit on the edge of the table and lifted the apron. He then stood between the boy's thighs, his cock hovering over the slick drenched pussy.
Diluc thought that his father had opted on fucking him first, although a little bit sad that the cake would be left unfinished, he still obediently parted the folds of his cunt for his father's cock to enter.
It would be a lie to say that he wasn't desperate to be penetrated by his father's cock. He longed for it. Every day, every night, every second of his life. How good would it be if Crepus's cock never had to leave his pussy, always nestled deep inside, filling him up to the brim. He wanted to have his father's cum overflowing his hole, bloating his womb and stomach.
Diluc's imagination ran amok, and Crepus didn't even have to ask the boy what he was thinking to know exactly what was going on inside his little head. He knew perfectly well just from the sight of the twitching slit, squirming from the emptiness.
Seeing this, Crepus teasingly moved forward and brushed the tip of his cock against the entrance of the hole. Diluc moaned sweetly, his body jolting from the sudden electrical sensation.
The boy waited for the wave of pleasure to hit him, to feel the pleasure of being filled to the brim by his father's cock. But nudges after nudges, even after the cockhead was already drenched in the slick from his pussy, there was still no sign of it entering. Diluc finally couldn't help feeling annoyed, wanting to grab the length and shove it inside himself, causing Crepus to laugh out loud.
"So hungry for daddy's cock, hmm?" Crepus whispered against his ear, gently biting the soft lobe. "I haven't eaten the cake."
"But I haven't finished it yet.." Diluc felt ticklish, but he still shoved his head closer towards Crepus and rubbed against the man's face, giggling at the sensation of his father’s beard against his cheeks.
Crepus chuckled at the boy’s antics, then glanced towards the half-finished cake and felt his chest warming up with overflowing affection. This was the first cake Diluc had ever made, and it was for him. The man couldn't be happier to receive such a present from his beloved son.
Crepus kissed the boy's temple lovingly before moving to cut a slice of the cake, the part that was already decorated with cream and chocolate on top. The man proceeded to take a bite of it right away, leaving Diluc flabbergasted, his eyes widened from the surprise.
He hadn't tasted it yet! What if it was awful?! Diluc stared at his father with eyes full of worry, but hidden beneath them was a hint of anticipation.
Crepus caught sight of it and couldn’t help smiling as he moved his face closer, a thumb pressed against the boy's lower lip to part them open.
The soft cake was pushed into Diluc's mouth by the wet appendage, the sweet taste of vanilla assaulted his tongue as the cake slowly melted into his mouth. It tasted so divine, so heavenly, and the boy wanted more, subconsciously hooking his arm around his father's neck, offering his mouth to him. Even after they had finished the cake, the boy was reluctant to break away from the kiss.
The edge of Crepus's lips curved up in a smile, pleased to see Diluc's enthusiasm. To reward his obedient boy, the man moved his hand downward, his fingers grazing across the wet folds of his son's pussy, earning him a sweet-sounding groan.
"D-dhaddy, nnggh" Moans escaped his occupied lips, drowning into Crepus's mouth which was happily swallowed by the older man. "M-more, touch me more…"
The boy pleaded sweetly with his kitten-like voice, causing the man's cock to throb continuously. Although he was hurting, Crepus had always prioritized his baby's pleasure before his own. And to his incoherent begs, the man finally broke away the kiss that had started to suffocate both of them.
Crepus reached out to move some stuff to the side, clearing the table before laying Diluc down on his back. He parted the boy's milky white thighs and took a closer look at his cunt, inhaling the sweet scent it gave.
Diluc squirmed when he felt his father's hot breaths brush against his slick drenched folds, unconsciously shoving his pussy towards the man.
Crepus chuckled, burrowing his face into the boy's cunt, and started lapping up the slick. The man kissed and worshipped his son's pussy, nibbling and sucking onto the folds. The sweet taste spreading in his mouth almost led him dizzy, but he was far from done.
Diluc let out a high-pitched squeal, shuddering to the movement of his father's tongue as it circled his rim, gently probing into the slit before finally slipping the appendage into the tight little hole.
Crepus hummed as he listened to the boy's moans, thrusting his tongue even deeper into the cave of flesh. He licked every single corner that his tongue could reach, scraping gently against the inner walls. Although he couldn't go deeper than half a finger, it was still enough to push Diluc on edge.
Crepus plundered the boy's pussy with his tongue until he became nothing but a lifeless doll at the mercy of his father. When the man felt the walls around his tongue twitching and clenching down, he immediately broke away, stripping Diluc of the orgasm he almost attained.
"D-daddy!" The boy sobbed pitifully. He tried to push his fingers into his cunt but was stopped by his father.
Crepus opened his mouth but he didn't say anything, but instead he licked his lips to savor the sweet taste from the juices his son was leaking. Glancing towards the bag of cream on the side, he wondered if it could be even sweeter?
The man grabbed the piping bag under Diluc's confused eyes. The boy couldn't understand what his father was trying to do until he felt the soft and cold cream being squeezed onto his pussy. He let out a surprised yelp and tried to sit up, but was easily pushed down again.
Crepus continued to squeeze out the cream all over his son's smooth cunt, even spreading his folds to fill the valley with cream. When he finished, the soft and tender pussy was beautifully decorated with soft white cream, looking extremely mouth-watering.
Diluc watched nervously as his father lowered his head into his pussy once again, lapping up the slick mixed cream. The boy whimpered and moaned pathetically, feeling distressed yet unable to resist the pleasure.
Crepus brought Diluc's thighs to his shoulder and the boy immediately clasped his ankles behind his neck. This action applied pressure onto the man, causing his face to sink deeper into the pussy. Not that he was complaining. The man continued his worship, tongue sliding all over the smooth and tender cunt.
When the cream was almost gone, Crepus started to nibble on the tiny pink pearl atop of the slit, earning him a loud squeal. When the clit had turned crimson, he finally let it go and turned to lick the valley in-between the folds. The tongue went up and down, occasionally thrusting into the slit, pushing some cream into the hole.
It felt weird to Diluc, but not excessively. The sensation of the cream inside him was different from his father's cum. He wasn't used to it, but it felt good, especially when Crepus's appendage probed into the hole and licked out the remaining cream.
Heat spread across the boy's body as the coil in his stomach tightened. In fear of his father suddenly pulling away again, Diluc strengthened the clasp of his legs and pressed his father's head against his pussy.
Crepus didn't mind at all, and he wasn't planning on backing away. When a gush of sweet-tasting slick rushed out of the hole, he happily drank it all, licking every last drop that the pussy had to offer. After he was done, he gently tapped on the boy's thighs, indicating for him to let go.
Diluc unclasped his legs and accepted it when his father closed in for a kiss, the taste of his own slick mixed cream spreading in his mouth. It was sweet and intoxicating, he loved it very much.
They shared a messy kiss until the taste of cream started to fade and lungs were lacking in air. Crepus tried to break away, but Diluc wasn't having it. How could his father eat the cream from his pussy! It was so embarrassing! The boy hastily pulled on his father's lapel, seeking for the mouth that broke away from him, and bit his lower lip.
Crepus was helpless and amused. His son thought that he was being fierce, but the bite wasn't even hard enough to leave a mark. It felt like a rebellious kitten was nibbling on his lip instead.
To punish the disobedient kitten, Crepus pinched the tiny little bud atop of the boy's cunt, pulling and twisting it not so gently. The boy squeaked from the sudden action, head thrown to the back and finally letting go of his father's lip that he was stubbornly biting onto.
Crepus knew Diluc loved it when he was rough, so the man didn't hold back at all. He continued to tease and bully the clit while enjoying his son's kittenish mewls. It didn't take long before another large amount of sweet-tasting fluid flowed out of the slit, completely drenching the boy's pussy.
The pitiful clit that had turned deep crimson was finally spared as the man moved his hand to gather the slick on his fingers. Diluc knew what it meant when his father did that. His pussy was finally going to be filled.
Being the good boy he was, Diluc obediently spread open his thighs so his father could have a better view of his drenched pussy.
"Aren't you a good boy, so good and understanding." Crepus smiled, his fingers gently caressing the boy's folds before sliding inside the hole. "So tight for me."
Diluc shuddered to his words, and Crepus could feel the inner walls pulsating against his fingers. His son had always loved praises, and as a father, he wouldn't deny him of his rights. He continued to whisper worships as his hand worked to loosen up the boy's pussy, fingers moving in a scissoring motion.
Diluc was sprawled on the kitchen table, mouth murmuring nonsense and eyes hazy from lust. Yet, even so, his waist was slowly thrusting along the rhythm of his father's hand. It wasn't quite enough, but it still felt so good.
It was unknown when Crepus had stopped moving his hand, silently watching as Diluc acted like a slut. The boy swayed his hips on his own, fucking himself with his father's fingers. When Dilux felt the coil in his stomach tightening, he hurriedly grabbed Crepus's wrist, "D-daddy…"
The man smiled knowingly and hummed, "What is it, my dear?"
Diluc's face was flushed from pleasure and embarrassment, reluctant to speak. Crepus didn't rush him. His eyes were glued onto his son's little hole that was agape, squirming from the sudden emptiness. The man was convinced that there was nothing more beautiful than his son's pussy in the whole world. Oh Archons, he wanted to fill up that hole with his cum right away.
"I want your cock now…" The boy begged pitifully, "Daddy, please.."
"Hmm, you have to show me what you want properly. Otherwise, I won't understand." Crepus continued his act while his slick drenched hand moved to pump his cock.
Diluc pursed his lips in annoyance, feeling resentful as he stared hungrily at his father's fully erect cock. Crepus obviously knew what exactly he wanted, but this person always had to tease him like this. Helpless and desperate, the boy only hesitated for a while before moving his hand towards his cunt. The fingers dug around, trying to gather some slick to moisten his digits.
Crepus stood by and watched as Diluc slid three of his fingers into the hole, thrusting them in and out clumsily. The muffled moans that escaped the boy’s parted lips were laced with frustration, dissatisfied that his tiny fingers couldn’t reach the places that his father usually could. The wet squelching sounds reverberated throughout the kitchen, the volume increasing as the boy sped up his movement. He pushed his fingers knuckle-deep, desperately searching for the bundle of nerves. Another gush of slick flowed out the pitiful hole as he did so, dripping onto the table and floor.
Diluc whimpered from desperation, distressed that he couldn’t reach the orgasm that he wanted. But it didn’t matter, his father would fill him up with something better soon. Fortunately, the boy still remembered that Crepus was there, cock ready to enter and breed him. The red-haired youth slowly pulled out his fingers from the cave of flesh before parting his folds with both of his hands, presenting the agape and twitching pussy hole to his father.
"Daddy, please come in. Please fuck my pussy with your big cock ❤️."
Crepus had almost lost himself, blood rushed from his whole body and accumulated at his lower half. The man had always known that Diluc was a natural-born slut, but each time he saw him acting so lewdly, the last few pieces of sanity that he still retained slowly shattered. He wanted nothing more than to fuck his son senseless, pound his cock into him until all his little mouth could mutter was pleas and begs.
The Head of Ragnvindr wasn’t a reserved man, and he did exactly what he wanted. With one sway of his hips, the huge dark cock was burrowed into Diluc’s pussy, the initially pink tight slit was now stretched into a crimson circle in order to accommodate his girth. The wet, warm, and velvety walls wrapped around the man’s cock firmly, a perfect fit.
“Can you feel daddy inside of you, Diluc?” Crepus stared at the place where they were connected, satisfaction brewing inside him as he watched the remaining portion of his cock slowly slide into the widely stretched hole. The whole length was finally enveloped inside the warm tunnel, the slick drenched nether lips pressed against the base of the man’s cock, brushing against the coarse pubic hair.
Diluc squirmed from the itchy prickling sensation and wanted to shy away, but how could Crepus let him do as such. He held the boy’s waist to keep him in place before slowly grinding his cock against his sweet spot, the bulge on his stomach moved along to his movement.
“D-daddy, ngghh no, not like thi- ahh!” Diluc was going insane from his father’s teasing. He didn’t want it like this, he wanted to be pounded hard by his father’s cock! Diluc’s eyes glistened with unshed tears and despair as he clutched Crepus’s wrist. The boy was frustrated, but there was nothing he could do but moan sweetly from the stimulation.
Crepus also wasn’t having it any better, the heat wrapping around him was maddening. The man had almost lost his reasons then, wanting nothing more than to thrust brutally into his son’s pussy, to have his cockhead ram against the entrance of Diluc’s womb. But he persevered, continuing to sway his hips shallowly as he watched the boy mewl in despair.
Diluc mumbled incomprehensible whispers, but it didn’t hinder Crepus from knowing what exactly his son wanted. It was obvious from the way Diluc’s inner walls throbbed against the pulsing veins of his cock, as though complaining about the lack of friction.
Finally, Crepus had exhausted the remaining bit of his patience. He pulled his cock out until only the crown was left inside the boy's pussy. Diluc cried at the loss and the hollowness that was corrupting his lower half, but before he had enough time to protest, the cock was already slammed right back in.
"A-ahh!" Diluc had his head thrown to the back from the sudden thrust, toes curling when the cockhead rammed into his cervix.
Crepus repeated his action several times until the womb entrance grew soft before finally stabilizing the rhythm of his waist, rocking his cock into the pussy steadily. The table creaked under their pleasurable movements, harmonizing with the sound of wet and lewd squelches.
The edge of Crepus's lips curved upward when he saw Diluc's eyes rolling to the back of their socket in mindless bliss, moans escaping his pink parted lips as his cute little pussy was being brutally pounded by his father.
It still amazed Crepus sometimes, how this tiny little hole could accommodate his cock. The pussy was stretched to the limit and it must have felt really sore. But even so, the little hole was still greedily sucking onto his cock, unwilling to let go.
“So perfect for me, aren’t you?” Crepus leaned forward, his figure looming over Diluc’s small trembling body, lips pressing against his ear as he whispered, “Tell me, were you born just to be daddy’s little cocksleeve, hmm?”
Diluc was delirious, but he still somewhat understood what his father was saying. His little mouth below throbbed to his words, as if giving an affirmation to the question. Yes, yes he was. A little slut born for his father, pussy perfectly tailored for his cock. His sole existence was to be used by his father, to receive his father’s cum in his womb, to be bred by him.
The little hole clenched down on Crepus's length, pulsating intensely as his climax approached. The man didn't hesitate to speed up his thrust, rubbing his cock in and out of his son's pussy in a way that left Diluc panting and unable to resist.
"D-daddy, ahh, cumming! Nggh, I'm cumming!"
"Let it all out, baby." Crepus didn't stop his hips and continued to thrust into Diluc's quivering body, fucking him through his orgasm while groaning lowly. It took the man almost everything to stop himself from releasing his load along with Diluc.
Crepus slightly slowed down his thrust and let Diluc calm his ragged breaths. He pressed his lips gently against the boy's and pushed his tongue inside, chasing after the smaller appendage in a wet and sloppy kiss. When Diluc came down from the afterglow, the soft mewls continued, drowning into his father's mouth.
The cock once again regained its initial rhythm, thrusting into the pitiful hole with force. Diluc had just orgasmed and his oversensitive pussy could yet to withstand this stimulation, causing the boy to moan out loud. Crepus loved it when he moaned like that, vulnerable yet greedy.
The man brutally fucked the pussy, pushing his length all the way in until his cockhead continuously rammed against the cervix. But he still felt like it wasn't enough, he wanted to be nestled even deeper.
"Hold on tightly, baby." Crepus picked the boy's powerless body into his harm and hooked the short arms around his neck.
Diluc could feel the cock being pushed so deep into him, the cockhead entering through the opening of his womb, spreading him open like never before. The boy clawed his fingers into Crepus's back from the extreme pleasure as he moaned incomprehensibly.
"I'm going to move again."
That was all the warning Diluc received before he felt his waist being lifted up and then dropped down onto the cock again.
"N-no, nggh daddy, s-sho good, ahh! M-more!"
Crepus fulfilled the boy's wish, pounding his cock deep into his womb in this position. Diluc was delirious, long gone from intoxication, yet his ankles were still tightly clasped behind his father's back. Perhaps he was unconsciously doing so in fear of falling, or perhaps he was afraid of the cock pulling out from his cunt.
It didn't take long before Diluc was on the edge of another orgasm, the tight hole twitching and squirming intensely against Crepus's cock, wanting to milk his cum. The man also didn't want to deprive his son's pussy of the right it deserved. With a few more brutal thrusts, he slammed his cockhead into the depth of Diluc's womb and let his cockhead be nestled inside, unloading his cum there.
Diluc gasped and sobbed, his body quivering in Crepus's embrace as he cummed while receiving his father's semen in his womb. The hot scalding liquid was torching his inside, causing the boy to whimper pitifully in the crook of the man's neck.
"You did great, my dear." Crepus rubbed the boy's hair while planting kisses on his temple, "Daddy is proud of you."
The boy mewled sweetly in response as he drifted to sleep.
Crepus maintained their position while walking towards the chair where he had dropped his coat. He had tried to move slowly but Diluc still whimpered from the sensation of his cock sliding up and down his pussy when he walked. The little hole twitched in anticipation around the half-hard cock, driving Crepus crazy.
The man quickly grabbed his coat, draping it over Diluc's body before walking out of the kitchen. He met Adelinde on the way up the stairs, but the maid only lowered her head respectfully and didn't ask unnecessary questions. Crepus nodded before asking her to clean up the kitchen along with the clothes that were left behind. He also told her to bring the cake that Diluc had baked into his room later on.
Adelinde obeyed, agreeing to send the cake up in a while. She then stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched as Crepus carried Diluc away. Even from dozens of steps away, she could still hear the soft whimpers that were coming from the boy's mouth and the soft squelches caused by the joining of their hips.
"Adelinde, did something happen to the Young Master? Why did Master Crepus have to carry him?" A maid walked over and asked, her eyes full of genuine worry.
Adelinde finally broke her gaze from the tightly shut bedroom door and smiled at the maid. "No need to worry, the Young Master was just tired."
The maid expressed her guilt and remorse, saying that they should've tried harder to stop Diluc from baking a cake on his own. Adelinde chuckled at her words before urging the maid to continue working. She then gave the room upstairs one last glance before walking away.