ebookslot Chapter 588 - 587 - Kitchen Morning Marathon in Front of Madam Naro
Chapter 588 - 587 - Kitchen Morning Marathon in Front of Madam Naro
The Common Room — BreakfastThe table was covered.
Naro stopped in the doorway, her heavy frame filling the frame, her eyes widening at the sight. Plates lined the wooden surface — more plates than she had set out in years. Eggs, soft and golden, nestled beside strips of meat that glistened with rendered fat. Bread, fresh and steaming, piled in a basket. A bowl of fruit, sliced and arranged with a precision she had never bothered with. And at the center, a pot of something that smelled of herbs and slow-simmered bone.
Viktor stood at the hearth.
He turned as she entered.
His smile was small, polite, entirely composed — the smile of a man who had slept well and woken early and had decided to cook for a woman who had offered him her bed.
"Food is ready," he said.
Naro trembled.
The words were simple. The delivery was gentle. But something in the way he looked at her — the violet eyes moving over her body with a particular, knowing warmth — made her aware of every inch of herself. Her rumpled blouse. Her bare feet. Her heavy tits, still loose beneath the fabric, swaying slightly as she walked to the table.
"Sir," she said. Her voice was rough, unused, the smoke-edged croak of morning. "The food... there is too much of it."
She looked at the spread again.
"Where are those two?" she asked. "The girls. They should be here. Are they still sleeping?"
Viktor turned back to the hearth.
"Yes," he said. "I did not wake them. You know it would be awkward for me to enter a woman’s dormitory."
Naro nodded.
"Yes," she said. "It would be."
She halted.
Her head tilted.
Her eyes narrowed with a slow, dawning suspicion that fought through the fog of her morning mind.
"And it was not awkward," she said, "to sleep with a lady?"
Viktor chuckled.
The low, warm, unhurried sound of a man who had been waiting for the question.
"No," he said. "You are family."
The word landed like a stone in still water.
Naro trembled.
Her heavy thighs pressed together under her skirt. Her teeth found her lower lip, biting down hard enough to sting. ’Family.’ The word he had used. The word that opened something in her chest she had sealed long ago.
She walked to the table.
Sat.
The chair creaked under her weight.
"Aren’t you going to eat?" she asked.
"No," Viktor said. "You eat. I would come after cooking something."
He stood at the kitchen counter, his back to her, his hands moving with the same fluid precision she had watched last night.
Naro picked up her fork.
She took a bite of the eggs.
The flavor exploded — soft, rich, carrying the same impossible depth as the pork. She made a sound in her throat, a small, involuntary moan of pleasure that she quickly swallowed.
"Mmnnh~—"
She ate.
The food was extraordinary. Each bite carried layers — the salt, the fat, the subtle sweetness of caramelized onion, the deep resonance of stock. She ate with the hungry, unselfconscious greed of a woman who had spent her life feeding others and had rarely been fed this well.
She did not look at him.
Not directly.
If she had, she might have noticed that his posture was strange. That his hips were slightly forward. That his hands were not both visible.
But she was eating.
And she was hungry.
### The Kitchen — What She Could Not See
Viktor’s trousers were at his knees.
The fabric bunched around his thighs, the belt loose, the front gaping open. His cock stood free — thick, veined, fully hard, the head dark and swollen with the morning hunger of an incubus who had spent the night feeding and was ready to feed again.
Helviana knelt before him.
Naked.
Her body pale and marked with the night’s use — faint bruises on her hips, red prints on her tits. Between her legs, a thin silver chain ran from her stiff, swollen clit to her left nipple, pulling both upward, keeping her posture arched. Her nose was pinched by a small wooden clip, forcing her to breathe through her mouth.
She was sucking his cock.
Her lips sealed around the shaft, her cheeks hollowed, her eyes wet and looking up at him with the devoted, desperate attention of a woman who had been told to continue until told to stop.
Beside her, Dara.
Also naked.
Also kneeling.
Her wrists tied behind her back with the same warm, living tail that had bound her in the garden. A matching chain ran from her clit to her right nipple, the tension making her heavy tits lift slightly, the stiff peaks aching. Her nose was similarly clipped, her breathing ragged and audible only to Viktor’s ears.
She sucked his balls.
One in her mouth, then the other, her tongue working the heavy, warm flesh with the wet, continuous sound of devoted service.
The room was loud with it.
The wet, vulgar, unmistakable sounds of two women worshipping a man’s cock while he cooked breakfast.
But Naro heard nothing.
A translucent dome of magic surrounded the kitchen area — Viktor’s soundproof barrier, a thin, shimmering field that caught every gasp, every moan, every wet slap of tongue on flesh, and held it inside. To Naro, sitting four feet away, the kitchen was silent except for the sizzle of the pan.
Viktor looked down at the women.
His hand found Helviana’s hair.
He pulled.
Slowly.
Her mouth released his cock with a wet, reluctant pop. Strings of saliva connected her lips to his head. She looked up at him, her eyes desperate, her chest heaving.
He pulled her up.
Turned her.
Bent her over the table.
Not the table where Naro sat — the counter beside it, the wooden surface pressed against Helviana’s heavy tits. Her ass presented, the dark, well-used rim of her anal visible between her spread cheeks.
Viktor looked at Naro.
The heavy woman was eating, her head down, her fork moving steadily, her body absorbed in the pleasure of the food.
He smiled.
He pressed his cock against Helviana’s ass.
Entered.
PAH!
"Mmnngh~!!"
The sound was caught by the barrier.
Helviana’s body jerked, her hands gripping the counter, her chain pulling taut as her back arched. He began to fuck her — slow, deep, deliberate thrusts while his hands moved over the pan, flipping an egg, stirring a pot.
PAH PAH!
"Nnngh~!! Mmmph~!!"
He fucked Helviana while Naro ate.
The sight of it — the thick, mature woman sitting at his table, eating his food, praising it with small, wet sounds, while behind the invisible wall he drove his cock into his maid’s ass — sent a spike of dark pleasure through him.
He pulled out of Helviana.
She gasped, trembling, her anal gaping.
He turned to Dara.
Bent her over the same counter.
Entered her pussy from behind — the wet, slick, gripping heat of her, his cock sliding in to the root.
PAH PAH PAAH!
"AAANNNH~!! Mmmph~!! Nnngh~!!"
Dara’s body shook.
Her heavy tits pressed against the wood, her chain pulling her nipple upward with each thrust. He pounded her while reaching for a plate, arranging a slice of bread, his movements casual and unhurried.
Naro looked up.
"Come on," she said, gesturing with her fork. "You can take a seat, right? Sit down."
Viktor smiled at her.
"In a moment, Madam."
He pulled out of Dara.
His cock glistened — wet with both women’s juices, thick and dark and ready.
He sat.
On a chair that faced Naro across the table.
But as he sat, he pulled both women with him.
Helviana onto his left thigh.
Dara onto his right.
He lowered them onto his cock — Helviana taking him in her ass, Dara in her cunt, both women impaled simultaneously, their chains pulling taut, their clipped noses forcing them to breathe in ragged, open-mouthed gasps.
He began to bounce them.
Slowly.
The wet, heavy, obscene sound of two women riding his cock while he sat at breakfast.
PAH... pah... pah...
"Mmnnh~— Nnngh~— Mmmph~—"
He picked up his fork.
Took a bite of egg.
Chewed.
Looked at Naro.
"You cook very well, Madam," he said.
Naro smiled.
The warm, genuine, slightly-flustered smile of a woman being praised by a man she was beginning to feel complicated things for.
"Thank you," she said. "But this — this is better than anything I have made."
She ate more.
Unaware that four feet away, two naked women were being fucked on the same man’s cock, their heavy tits swaying with each bounce, their chains pulling their clits and nipples, their mouths open in silent screams caught by the magic barrier.
Viktor’s hands moved over the women’s hips.
Guiding their rhythm.
Pulling them down harder onto him.
PAH PAH!
"Nnngh~!! HAAHH~!!"