Jax continued his weak thrusts inside Nyara's pussy with Brian's pathetic body.

'One DP. Two DP. This is a fucking insult,' he thought, his mind screaming in boredom. 'This little dick is a national tragedy. I can't even show my professionalism in this field like proper thrust without her getting suspicious.'

He grunted, forcing a climax. His meager release dripped out of her.

"Mother," Jax-as-Brian whispered, putting on his best exhausted voice. "I feel so... tired."

He gave her a soft, chaste kiss and immediately pretended to fall asleep, his breathing slowing to a deep, fake rhythm.

Nyara's body trembled, humming with unmet need. She wanted him to go on again but she looked at his peaceful face. A wave of maternal guilt washed over her, cooling the fire for a moment.

Her hand slid down her stomach. Her fingers found her wet, swollen pussy. She rubbed slow circles, right next to her sleeping son.

A quiet, helpless squirt escaped her.

Jax, with closed eyes, screamed internally. 'System! Get me the hell out of this body!'

[Think Soul Thief then the goddess System interface will show up and then Cancel.]

A glowing interface appeared after he did as told by his system.

[Cancel Possession]

[Yes] [No]

He selected 'Yes'.

His consciousness snapped back into his own powerful, 9-inch-cock-having body, still under the guest room blanket.

'Perfect,' he grinned. 'Now the main event can finally start.'

He hurried to the hallway and peeked into Nyara's room. The sight was perfect. She was still naked, fingers busy between her legs, while Brian slept like a log beside her.

'The fire is lit. Time to pour the gasoline,' he thought.

His plan was simple. Another performance.

He pulled out his thick, veiny cock and started stroking it fast and loud.

Schlick. Schlick. SCHLICK.

The wet sounds echoed in the quiet house.

Nyara's head snapped up. Her eyes locked on him in pure, unadulterated panic. She scrambled to cover herself with her hands.

Jax put on a masterclass of guilty horror. He gasped loudly, made eye contact, and then ran back to his room as if chased by demons.

He waited on the bed. "Come on, you horny cat. Don't make me wait all night."

She appeared at the door, slowly pushing it open. Her face was a delicious mix of shame, fear, and lingering lust.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Jax struck first, looking at the floor like a scolded puppy. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to... I just..."

"You... you were..." she stammered.

"I lost control," Jax whispered, his voice trembling with fake emotion. "When I saw you... with your son... It was so intense. So passionate. It woke something up in me... I just couldn't look away."

Nyara froze solid. "You... you saw us?" Her voice was a terrified squeak.

"Yes," he admitted, looking like a tortured saint. "I was there. I shouldn't have watched. It was a private, beautiful moment between a mother and her son. I am a monster."

"Please," she begged, rushing forward to grab his arm. "You can't tell anyone. My reputation... Brian's life... it would all be over!"

"Why would I do that?" Jax said, his eyes full of fabricated sincerity. "What kind of man would destroy a mother's pure love for her child? Your secret is sacred with me."

He had positioned himself perfectly. The head of his massive cock was peeking out from his shorts, a blatant, throbbing promise.

Nyara's eyes kept darting down to it, her pupils wide.

He saw his opening and launched his fake tragedy.

"I had a girlfriend. Back in my country," he began, his voice cracking nicely. "She died a year ago. A terrible accident. I made a vow at her grave... I would never love again. Never touch another woman."

He looked down at his own cock as if it were a vile traitor.

"But today... these stupid, stupid hormones..." He tried to adjust himself, feigning shock at its size and refusal to be hidden. "It's a curse. A monstrous curse on my soul."

He fumbled, making a show of trying to stuff the huge thing back into his shorts. It was a comical, losing battle.

Nyara watched, mesmerized. A low, involuntary purr started rumbling in her chest.

"It's okay," she said, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "It's natural. Your girlfriend... she would be sad to see you like this. So lonely. So without care... without love."

"Thank you for your concern," Jax said softly, laying on the saintly charm.

He subtly rubbed his cock, pretending it was a sudden, urgent itch. A clear sign the 'curse' was still very much active.

Nyara's eyes were glued to the movement. Her own hunger was taking over completely. In her mind, she was the mature, experienced woman guiding a poor, tortured virgin.

She thought she can manipulating him for her desire. The irony was almost too delicious for Jax to bear.

She finally broke.

Her hand reached out and gently cupped his balls through the fabric. "Love can be... fun, Professor. Let me teach you. Let me show you what real, physical love can feel like."

She leaned in, her face so close he could feel her warm breath.

Jax acted hesitant, pulling back an inch. 'Yes! Get on with it!'

Nyara took the final step. She crushed her lips against his.

Their tongues locked in a wet, messy war. The kiss was a full minute of gasps and tangled tongues. They broke apart, breathing heavily, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

"Do you like it?" she purred, her own lips swollen.

He touched his lips, acting utterly dazed. "It's... warm. A little slobbery. And my brain feels fuzzy. But... good. It feels good."

"Good," she said, her eyes blazing with feral lust. "But that's just the beginning. Can you handle what comes next?"

"I don't know," Jax lied, putting on a brave face. "But for you... I will try my best."

That was all the permission she needed.

Her hands were a blur. She yanked his shorts down. The real thing sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a soft thud. The thick, veiny, 9-inch cock she had been secretly craving.

She gulped so loud it was almost comical. "Gods above... You have a pretty impressive curse, Professor."

Without another word, she took as much of it as she could into her mouth.

Gowk! Gowk! Gowk!

Her cheeks bulged obscenely from the thickness. The sucking was so intense, so skilled, he saw stars.

'Shit! I'm gonna paint her throat white if this continues!' Jax thought, his knees buckling.

She pulled back with a wet pop, leaving his cock gleaming under the light. She was a woman possessed a women gone wild.

Her focus dropped to his balls. She started licking and sucking them with frantic energy.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Pop.

Meanwhile, Jax was finally free. No more small, useless dick. Now he can freely focus on his fantasy his actions he can do, before in Brian's body his dick was so itching, Jax couldn't focus any thing as his senses went wild his mind telling to rub it inside her.

He scanned her body like a predator. The fluffy orange ears twitching with each suck. The soft fur on her skin. Her tail, swishing and thumping against the floor. And beneath it, the asshole he had just brutally taken, still looking red and tender.

'I'm going to devour every single part of you, you beautiful, stupid cat,' he promised himself.

He leaned in and started licking her ears, nibbling on the sensitive tips.

She moaned around his balls, the vibration shooting straight to his core.

After his cock and balls were thoroughly glazed, Jax spoke up, his voice laced with fake curiosity.

"Can you do... what you did to your son?"

She pulled back, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Licking the asshole," he said, with the wide-eyed innocence of a choir boy. "It looked like it felt really, really good for him. His whole body shook."

She hesitated, her face flushing a deep crimson. The memory warred with her current lust. The lust won. "Fine," she breathed. "Position yourself like this."

She guided him onto his hands and knees. Then, without further ceremony, she shoved her face between his ass.

Her rough, cat-like tongue came out, tracing lightning-fast, tight circles around his most forbidden hole.

Flick. Lick. Probe.

It was expert, erotic, and utterly degrading. Her tongue felt like heaven.

While her tongue worked his ass into a frenzy, both her hands reached around and began milking his cock in a steady, slick rhythm.

Schlick. Schlick. Lick. Flick.

The dual sensation was overwhelming. Jax groaned, his body tensing as he came, his cum shooting out onto the floor in thick ropes.

He collapsed for a moment, feigning exhaustion. Then he moved to her, a predator closing in.

He kissed her, hugging her tightly. His lips traveled from her mouth, down her sweaty neck, to her heaving chest. He licked her breasts and navel.

He went lower, nuzzling the cute orange bush above her pussy. He gave her wet folds a few lazy, teasing laps.

Finally, his main target. Her asshole.

His tongue licked the same hole, well-used hole he had just conquered as her son.

[DP +1]

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