Elizabeth’s thighs trembled harder around my head. Her silver curls tickled my nose as I pressed deeper, thrusting my tongue into her tight, fluttering channel.

I fucked her slowly with my tongue, curling it to scoop out more of her flowing nectar, then returned to her clit to suck harder.

Two fingers slid back inside her soaked pussy, pumping in a steady, deep rhythm while my mouth focused entirely on her clit. I curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, feeling her walls clench and ripple around me.

Her breathing had turned into controlled, measured inhales, but the wet, obscene sounds of my mouth devouring her pussy echoed loudly—slurping, sucking, licking.

Thick strands of her arousal coated my chin and dripped down my neck.

I looked up at her without stopping. Her silver eyes were half-lidded now, cheeks flushed, yet she still tried to maintain that cold, imperial expression. It only made the sight more erotic.

I sucked her clit harder, fingers plunging faster, curling relentlessly. My free hand reached up again to squeeze and knead one of her heavy, saliva-slick breasts, pinching the nipple in time with my tongue.

A low, throaty sound finally escaped her—half moan, half surprised exhale. Her hips began to rock subtly against my face again, seeking more pressure.

I devoured her relentlessly, building her higher and higher. My tongue lashed her clit, fingers fucked her drenched core with wet, squelching strokes, and my hand mauled her breast with possessive hunger.

Her powerful body started to tense. Her thighs clamped tighter around my head. Her silver hair spilled wildly over her shoulders as her head fell back.

"Mother... let it happen again," I growled against her soaking pussy. "Cum on my tongue. I want to drink every drop."

Her walls suddenly clenched violently around my fingers. A sharp, beautiful cry tore from her throat—louder this time, raw and uncontrolled.

Her pussy spasmed and gushed, flooding my mouth with hot, sweet nectar as a powerful orgasm crashed through her.

I kept sucking and fingering her through it, drawing out every tremor, every pulse, until she was shaking and gasping.

Before she could fully come down, I doubled my efforts—sucking her oversensitive clit harder, fingers pumping faster, forcing a second, even more intense climax right on the heels of the first.

Her entire body convulsed. Her regal mask shattered further as a longer, throaty moan escaped her.

Her hips bucked desperately against my face, smearing her juices across my lips and chin while wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her warrior body.

I drank her down greedily, moaning into her pussy, my own cock leaking profusely in my pants from the sheer intensity of making my cold, untouchable mother cum so hard.

Only when her thighs finally loosened and her breathing came in ragged, heavy gasps did I slowly pull my fingers out and lift my head.

My face was drenched in her essence, lips swollen, silver eyes burning with dark hunger as I looked up at her flushed, beautiful face.

Elizabeth sat there, chest heaving, silver hair disheveled, breasts glistening with my saliva, her pussy still twitching and leaking onto the chair.

For a long moment she simply stared at me, silver eyes heavy with lingering pleasure and confusion.

Then, suddenly, her expression sharpened.

Her head snapped toward the grand doors of the chamber. Her body tensed, warrior instincts flaring to life in an instant.

"Someone is coming," she said, voice once again cold and commanding, though still slightly husky from her moans. "It is your father."

In one fluid, powerful motion, she pushed me away from between her legs. Her strength was immense—I was sent stumbling back several steps despite my size.

She rose swiftly from the chair, her movements precise and regal even as her body still trembled faintly.

With practiced efficiency, she pulled her clothing back into place, covering her heaving breasts and closing her battle attire.

She adjusted her panties with one quick motion, though the fabric was utterly soaked.

Her long silver hair was smoothed back with a single pass of her hand, returning some of her icy composure.

"Compose yourself," she ordered me sternly, silver eyes flashing with authority. "He must not suspect anything. This... examination is over for now." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

She turned toward the doors, posture straight and imperious once more, though the faint flush on her cheeks and the lingering wetness between her thighs told a different story.

I quickly wiped my face and adjusted my painfully hard cock, heart still racing from the intensity of what we had just done.

The heavy doors began to open.

The Ice Empress stood tall and cold again, as if nothing had happened—yet deep in her silver eyes, something new had awakened.

And I knew this was far from the end.

My cock was still painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum like a broken faucet as I watched my father enter the pavilion with regal grace.

His face was calm, but a brief flash of surprise crossed his eyes when he saw us — mother and son — standing there together.

"Are you guys finally bonding with each other?" he asked with a warm smile, stepping closer.

Elizabeth paused, her elegant face unreadable. She clearly had no idea how to explain that her own son had just been on his knees, tongue buried deep inside her dripping cunt, greedily licking up every drop of her sweet, forbidden juices.

She remained perfectly silent, that icy composure never breaking.

Father clicked his tongue lightly and turned to me. "Son, I want to have a private conversation with your mother. Later you two can continue your... family bonding moment."

’Later...’ The word sent a dark, vicious surge of heat straight to my brain. If only he knew that I had just devoured his wife’s soaked pussy like a starving beast, my tongue fucking her tight hole while she quietly came all over my face.

The sheer taboo made my cock twitch violently in my pants, leaking even more.