Cucking The Hero As The Final Boss!-Chapter 158: A Thirsty Mother

After a tiring day of helping the inn owner with her work as a distraction from her adventures, Roxanne followed Freya to the bathhouse after everyone else had already gone to sleep. The two wished to soak themselves in nearly bubbling hot water–a ritual the girls had built up for when they wanted to relax and exfoliate dead skin.

Undressing in the dressing room, Roxanne and Freya wrapped themselves in towels before heading into the open-air bathhouse. The stars were bright that night, and the moon was just as radiant. Its reflection glistened in the steaming pool made of polished rocks and magical runes to get it as cold or as warm as required.

Walking into the hot water, the girls sat down and soaked themselves up to their chests. The burning water was a bit uncomfortable at first, but as soon as their bodies got used to the temperature, the ache in their muscles began soothing bit by bit. Leaning against the pool’s walls, the two heaved a sigh together and let out a laugh.

"All that traveling ruined my back," Freya complained in jest.

"Mine too," Roxanne responded, trying to relate to the older lady’s bodily struggles.

Sharing a brief chuckle together, the two closed their eyes and tried to relax in the soup of bubbling water. Staying too long would’ve burnt them, but after doing this multiple times, their tolerance for burning had grown quite a lot. Even so, while Roxanne was completely fine lying in the pool, Freya rose from her spot after a few minutes to give her skin some time to heal.

"I’ll go get us something cool to drink." Walking out of the pool with those words, the mother could feel her dry throat itching from within. Unlike most days, she wasn’t feeling too good about the ritual. It had left her parched, and with drunks taking all the cold drinks that night, there were few options to be had. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

’There should be some rice wine here...’ Walking into the dressing room, Freya turned her eyes to a cabinet in a corner. Locked with not a key but a magical rune, only she could open it–or so she thought.

"What the fuck?" Opening the cabinet door, she was stunned to see it empty. "Who the hell took it? It was my personal stash, you stupid idiot! Arghh!"

Heaving heavily through her gritted teeth, she slammed the door shut. Someone from her staff had stolen her alcohol, leaving her now with a parched throat and not too many options to choose from. At first, her eyes turned to the exit, but going out with only a towel wasn’t a real option–not when all sorts of perverts roamed her establishment.

"What to do now..." Clicking her tongue, she looked around the rest of the dressing room. The stock of cold yogurt was emptied from a shelf in a corner. Not that she had any gold on her to trick the machine into dispensing something for her anyway. "Damn it, I wanted to spend more time there, too."

Right as she was on the verge of giving up, her eyes locked on a pair of bottles sticking from Roxanne’s bag. Stepping closer with her eyes squinted, she tried to discern what it was. Taking one of them in her hand, she studied its contents with great care. It didn’t look like a potion or any elixir that she knew, which led her to believe.

’Is this some sort of fancy alcohol?’ Growing curious, she uncorked the bottle and took a quick whiff. A sweet hint of aged fruit wine slipped down her throat and gripped her by the guts. Molding to her taste, the potion itself was luring her with its allure. And despite its scent being false, it was good enough to fool Freya’s mind.

Wobbling the bottle a little in her hand, she glanced at the bathhouse door. Roxanne was still inside, bathing, and a sip or two couldn’t hurt now, could it?

"Maybe just a taste to wet my throat..." Bringing the bottle’s rim to her lip, she took a light gulp and quickly closed her mouth. Letting the taste swirl around her tongue, her eyes darted upwards while she admired the fruity taste. "That’s... pretty good."

Looking down at the bottle again, she took another sip and then one more. Finally, as the taste managed to satisfy her hunger for ale and wet her throat, she quickly corked the bottle and placed it back into Roxanne’s bag.

’She probably won’t notice.’ Giving the bottle one last glance, she nodded to herself and went back into the bath. Once inside the bathhouse again, she waved at Roxanne and joined her in the pool. Settling in, she leaned her head against the wooden border wall and tried to get a wink.

While doing so, however, she felt a deep burning sensation within her chest. Maybe it was the alcohol that she’d just drunk, or maybe the water was affecting her after all. Convincing herself with such thoughts, she decided to retire to bed early, and with Roxanne leaving the bathhouse after her, no mention of the potion came up, and neither did she notice the bottle being slightly emptier.

Unfortunately for Freya, however, the burning in her chest refused to drift. Even lying in her bed, she could feel it spreading throughout her body, especially in her stomach and then downstairs. Hiding under her blanket, she felt her temperature rising and assumed that it was a fever, but then came a ticklish sensation in between her legs. Something strange was happening, and it felt neither too weird nor too good, instead it felt...weirdly perfect.

Lifting the blanket, she glanced down at her groin. Even through her nightwear, she could see steam coming off her pussy. The situation was only made worse as the effects of the potion started taking effect, it was luring her to ask for what she most wanted but would never say herself. At the same time, the last thing she needed at her age–unbridled lust was creeping in.

’What’s happening to me?!’ She wondered, rolling in her bed.

Sweating all over her bedsheets and biting her pillow, Freya fought the urge to touch herself for a while until eventually her mind drifted back to the thought of Custer’s big dick. Panting into the pillow, her eyes blankly stared at nothing, and yet she could see it, girthy as her arm and with throbbing veins and a big red tip.

Touching herself without realizing it, she raised her ass in the air and traced the line between her pussy lips through her panties. Wet and dripping, her folds twitched at every stroke, and chasing that same feeling, Freya kept brushing them constantly without giving herself any rest. Shot with a dose of pleasure and a mind-numbing sensation that soothed all worries, she rocked her hips in the air as if she was throwing her ass back against Custer’s dick.

Reaching outward, her nails dug into the bedsheets as she felt herself edging on orgasm to the thought of the young man’s dick. With her tongue sticking out, Freya breathed through her mouth, and yet her heart won’t stop pounding until eventually, a thought cleared her mind and for a moment sated her lustful feelings.

’I-I...Fuck it! I wanna fuck him, I want to fuck him all day! Why does my stupid son and daughter get to say what I can and can’t do when they’re the ones in a taboo relationship?! Ughh! I want to fuckfuckfuck! I wanna be like his slave and just fuck him whenever!’ As soon as she spoke her mind, she was granted two things, although their effects would only be felt in the morning.

One was an unchained desire to fuck with Custer, and the other something she needed the least–a lack of restraint and indifference for her public image. The very same image that has helped her build years’ worth of trust around the village. Even those working in the greenhorn market were aware of her presence and preferred not to go against her word. But now, with her desires unchained and her lack of care for her public image, perhaps that will change, or perhaps the people would embrace her more.

But one thing was clear: her lust for Custer was bound to cause trouble with her son and her family; however, how far will she take it? Only the next morning could tell. As for now, she slept quietly in her bed. The remnant of her masturbation still fresh underneath her flesh. The smell of her sweet juices she could almost taste in the air, but not long from now, she would no longer have to hide, as those few sips from the potion bottle had set her free or doomed her still. Either way, morning comes–a visit to the Devil Away awaits.

After all, the best way to get close to Custer was to get back in that bunny suit, and this time without any shame or mask to hide her face.