Saga of The Night God



Erwin smirked mischievously as he rested his hands on Agda's body, teasingly fondling her breasts. With a sly grin, he asked Agda, "Is she your daughter-in-law?"

Agda blushed, feeling her breath quicken, and responded, "Yeah, but I don't want her to be..."

Erwin raised an eyebrow in curiosity and pressed further, his hands gently guiding Agda to raise her hands above her head. "Why?" he inquired.

Agda hesitated for a moment before answering, her words laced with a mix of self-reflection and bitterness. "I don't know... I just don't like her. It's not because she has a bad character or any negative qualities... I simply don't want my son to marry her without my knowledge. I loathe her..." Agda continued, a self-mocking smile playing on her lips. "I know it may make me seem petty and foolish to despise her, but I can't bring myself to hate my son and husband. They are family, so I can only direct my animosity towards her... Haha, I sound like such a terrible person, don't I?"

Erwin smirked, undeterred by Agda's concerns. "No, not at all... We all have our reasons and emotions. It's human nature," he assured her, his tone implying a hidden agenda. He leaned closer and continued, "So, you don't want her as a daughter-in-law, right?"

Agda nodded in agreement, a hint of anticipation in her expression. Erwin's smirk widened as he took matters into his own hands, swiftly removing Agda's clothing from her chest. With a lascivious glint in his eyes, he whispered, "I have a way..."

Agda, driven by curiosity, inquired, "How?"

Erwin leaned closer, gently gripping her mouth to create a distinctive shape, resembling that of a fish, while maintaining a mischievous demeanor. With an unfiltered response, he provocatively stated, "let me fuck her."

Agda's yellow eyes widened with shock, while her slightly shimmering lips appeared alluring to Erwin. Overwhelmed by the situation, Agda found herself momentarily speechless. Sensing her hesitation, Erwin pressed on, his tone suggestive as he proposed, "If you don't want me to have sex with her, perhaps you can seize the opportunity and have sexual relations instead. How does that sound? Then you can use it as leverage to manipulate her and influence your son's desires."

Agda's response came with a sense of righteousness. "I can't. She is my son's wife," she firmly stated.

Erwin raised an eyebrow, his expression questioning her previous statement. "But didn't you mention earlier that you don't even consider her as such?" he asked, his gaze searching for clarification, causing Agda to reflect on her own words.

Agda hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Sensing her indecision, Erwin leaned forward once again and lightly pecked her lips. With a knowing smile, he suggested, "Well then, you have a choice. Either allow me to engage in sexual activities with her, or you can take matters into your own hands. From a family perspective, the latter option might be more suitable, as it would keep things within the family, so to speak." He paused momentarily before adding, "And if you don't wish to pursue either option, remember that I am here for you."

Agda's body quivered with anticipation as Erwin continued his intimate exploration. Her breathing quickened as he caressed her breasts, squeezing them firmly while his tongue flicked across her sensitive nipples. Agda's mind swirled with a mix of pleasure and desire, the sensations overpowering her thoughts.

Shifting her focus from her daughter-in-law's problem, Agda's thoughts wandered to the memories she had of being away from Erwin. She couldn't help but notice the increasing sensitivity in her armpits, an unexpected source of pleasure. At nights, she would found solace in self-exploration, gently licking and touching her armpits, while her mind was fixated on Erwin. Her intense fantasies of him fueled her desires, urging her to indulge in prolonged self-pleasure. Each day seemed to intensify her body's cravings, leaving her craving orgasm after orgasm. The intoxicating allure of lust had captivated her mind, leading her to imagine Erwin dominating her as a dirty maid, eagerly fulfilling her every desire during their time apart.

Agda's imagination now had became reality from fantasy, and she was determined not to miss a single moment of it. With Erwin's face before her, licking her armpits, she found herself fully immersed in the experience. Sensing her intense gaze, Erwin inquired, "Have you made your decision?"

Agda nodded, her face blushing as she replied, "I will make out with her."

Erwin's excitement resonated in his voice as he responded, "Brilliant! Now let me teach you how to seduce women. I'm sure you've never seduced anyone before."

Agda nodded, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness as she watched Erwin rise from her stomach.

"Tell me how she acts with you, and I will formulate a plan accordingly," Erwin asked.

Agda, rising from the bed, quickly covered her breasts with the bed sheets. With a hint of hesitation in her voice, she replied, "Well, she wants me to acknowledge her as a daughter-in-law, so she obediently follows my every command, even when they may seem unreasonable. I find it challenging to embrace that dynamic fully, but deep down, a part of me wishes I could. And also she called me captain."

"Okay, now act like her, my dirty maid," Erwin requested with a smile, squeezing Agda's breasts.

Agda smiled in response, her pleasure evident as she moaned when Erwin's hands applied pressure to her soft, milky mounds.

"How?" Agda asked with confusion.

"Well, just lie down on the bed and pretend you're sleeping. And don't forget to address me as captain. I will take care of everything else." Erwin instructed before walking away. Agda watched him with a mix of confusion and curiosity as he headed towards the bathroom.

With her eyes closed, Agda lay on the bed, her mind consumed by the anticipation of the immoral acts Erwin was about to teach her. The mere thought of his touch sent shivers down her spine, making her nipples ache with desire. She couldn't help but feel the moistness between her thighs, aching for pleasure and release.

Her hand instinctively traveled toward her core, seeking to explore the sensitivity that pulsed within. But a sudden realization stopped her. Tonight, the depths of her cave were destined for something far more intense and exhilarating. The actions that awaited her would ignite a passionate fire within, leaving her trembling with ecstasy.

Agda withdrew her hand, the need for gratification momentarily subdued by the anticipation of what was to come. Her body quivered with a mix of excitement and restraint, knowing that the night held promises of forbidden pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

Soon, the sound of soft footsteps resonated through the room, causing Agda's heart to quicken in sync with the rhythmic beats. The anticipation stirred within her, intensifying her body's response. She could feel her vaginal fluids increasing, a sign of her heightened arousal.

Her senses heightened, Agda couldn't help but imagine the thrilling encounters that awaited her. The mere thought of what was to come intensified the flow of desire, making her body ache with need.

The sound of footsteps drew closer, eventually coming to a halt. Agda's heart raced with anticipation as she sensed someone settling on the bed. Her mind, consumed by lust, was exhausted from trying to suppress the overwhelming desire coursing through her body.

Agda yearned to unleash her passion and pounce on Erwin, but the suspense of the moment added an exhilarating edge to the experience. She decided to play the part of the sleeping beauty, her body motionless as if lost in slumber. Erwin, emboldened by her apparent sleep, climbed onto the bed.

Every fiber of Agda's being was attuned to the sensations in the room. She sensed his presence through her closed eyelids, her skin tingling with anticipation. Her desire was palpable, coursing through her veins, quickening her heartbeat and fueling the rush of blood to every inch of her body.

With a hint of frustration in her mind, Agda whispered, 'Why? Touch me.' The intensified rhythm of her heart made her blood flow faster, heightening her longing for his touch.

Seconds later, she felt a hand extend toward her body, finally making contact. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, causing her to twitch and experience a mini-orgasm. 'No, you can't orgasm yet, Agda,' she silently scolded herself.

The hands moved from her arms, exerting gentle pressure as they traveled from her hands to her shoulders. Slowly, they made their way to her more sensitive regions, her ivory mounds, gripping and squeezing them with fervor.

The hands skillfully toyed with Agda's nipples, encircling them in a tantalizing dance that lasted for a seemingly endless eight minutes. Her nipples stood erect, hard as rock, yearning for direct contact. The touch, when it came, would feel both intense and gentle, a stark contrast that would ignite her senses. Yet, the hands continued to tease, circling the area around her nipples, keeping her on the brink of exquisite pleasure.

Agda's anticipation grew with each passing moment. She longed for the touch that would make her melt in ecstasy. Her breath grew ragged, her body arching instinctively toward the elusive sensation. The sensation of anticipation heightened the sensitivity of her nipples, making them achingly responsive to even the slightest brush of air.

But still, the hands withheld the direct touch she craved, prolonging the delicious torment. Agda's mind swirled with a mixture of frustration and desire, her body aching for release. The teasing circles around her nipples continued, drawing out the tension and building the intensity of the moment.