Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

Chapter 103 - Perfect Timing. R-18

As soon as she recovered from the spasm of pleasure Melinda turned them over and grabbed Hal's rod which she began to jerk despite it never going flaccid.

It remained as thick and angry looking as ever. It was such a magnificent sight.

She looked up, a section of her hair covered one of her eyes and cast a shadow on the other. Despite Hal's obvious Devilish look, Melinda seemed more of a subtle, dangerous, and hungry golden-eyed Demoness.

Her mouth opened and she gulped down. Engulfing Hal's rod in the heaven that was the warmth of her mouth.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

*Fap* *Fap* *Fap*

Then She held it within her hand and cradled it while she worshipped it all over with her tongue. 

Then she took it back into her mouth once again but this time, she went further than just the mouth and allowed his cock to pass and make it's way down her gullet.

She had a good enough control over her gag reflex and was able to use the muscles in her throat to construct and massage it, even though she still needed occasional breaks.

Hal groaned at the pleasure while Melinda continued to work hard to bring him to spilling his wonderful seed down her throat.

It did not take long before Hal burst his nut and gave the lady what she wanted. Melinda withdrew it enough to receive a large amount of it in her mouth so she could savor the taste before gulping it down.

While she was doing so, Hal left the bed and picked her up in his arms once again but this time his rod did not just poke her from underneath, instead it went straight in as Melinda's weight itself dropped her on it.

Hal's hands were holding her ass tightly as he thrust upwards and she fell downwards, both equally facilitating how deep Hal went inside her.

*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*

The thrusting continued to increase in intensity just as Melinda's squirted pussy juices increased in volume.

*Squelch* *Squelch* *Squelch*

Even with the thrusting and pounding sounds, Her moistened thighs still produced the sound that were music to Hal's ears.

Suddenly, with her legs still around his waist and her arms around his neck, Melinda turned them as easily as nothing so that they both fell right back on the bed.

By the time they landed, her legs were no longer around his waist but folded on either side of him.

Her hands were pressed on either side of his head.

When Hal looked up into her eyes at that moment, he found she looked even more feral than ever as she leaned downwards and took his lips hard while she gyrated her hips against his groin.

All through the process of bringing them down to the bed and changing their position. His cock remained deep inside of her snatch.

"Mmmhhnngh. Oh yesss" Melinda moaned.

She lifted her perfect ass high up until only the tip remained inside of her right sheath before...

*SMACK*

...she fell back down and took the whole length all at once in that quick jab.

Hal groaned as the pleasure of the experience radiated in his whole being.

He initiated {Erogenous Touch} and kept it focused on his cock and the tip of his fingers.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh" Melinda moaned from the sudden intense pleasure that moistened her cave even further.

Hal reached upwards and grabber her breasts to massage the mounds...

"Annngghhhhhh" Melinda's back arched like a bow as she gripped Hal tighter and climaxed again.

As she came down from the high she resumed her thrusts while having a lot of mini-orgasms along the way of course.

Hal's hands left her breasts and went lower grab her ass and add even more pressure to her thrust while he released batch after batch of his seed inside her.

This did not mark the end of their session as the two simply changed positions and continued until they were completely satiated.

...

Horst Manor

Frank stood before his father's study. Took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

When he received no reply, he thrust his head inside and viewed the empty room.

From the little bits of information he had gleaned from some hushed conversations in the Manor, he could infer that his uncle had been injured so it stood to reason that that was where his father would be.

He was right. 

After his conversation with Emily who had laughed at his pain, Ford had gone to cousin's wounds to inspect his injuries and lament on how there was not much more he could do.

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

The knocks would announce an arrival and Frank would walk in moments later and gaze upon his uncle's comatose state.

Pitiful as his uncle's condition looked, Frank could not help but admit that it might be easier for him to get what he wants thanks to his father's emotional state.

Ford looked up and into Frank's face, that face that looked so much like his when he was younger, 

"What is it, son?" Ford said with a heavy voice.

"How is uncle?" Frank asked in a poor imitation of his father's voice.

It was not that he did not care about his uncle, however the way he saw it, his uncle had lived a full life, he even already had children who could continue his legacy. 

He, on the other hand had only begun to live his life. He had not even had his first kiss, which to him seemed more important than reaching higher realms of cultuvation.

'I'm sorry uncle, but your life has been full, I however, refuse to die a virgin'

Luckily, Ford's heart was so heavy that he did not notice.

To him, his son was also in deep emotional pain.

'What a wonderful boy. Trying to act brave in front of his old man. Bless him'

"He'll be alright. He's just in a coma" Ford replied while he reached up, from his seated position, to pat his son's shoulder.

"That's good" Frank said in a stifled voice.

'Who cares' he thought before he quickly tried to move past the conversation into his true reason for being here.

"Um, Dad?" Frank said and the change in tone caused Ford's head to snap up to look into his son's face.

"Yes?"

"Well, about the competition..."

"What about it?" Ford asked with narrowed eyes.

"Well... Do I really have to participate?" 

Frank said this in the most vulnerable sounding tone of voice he could possibly muster. After all, this was about his life. He needed to take things seriously.

He finally realized what he had done wrong before. Constant pestering could never work with his Father, he needed some subtle manipulations. He had spent a lot of time studying Amelia and was sure he wasn't that bad.

His mother never resorted to manipulation. She did not need to. 

She only needed to ask.

Or order might be more accurate.

Ford frowned slightly, 

"You should be happy to represent your family, now of all times, why are you acting like a coward?"

Frank gulped, 

"It's just that seeing uncle's condition *snifle*, I thought it would be best not to put any other member of this family in harm's way.

"I thought we should band together more. You know, just like a true family should. But *shrugs* maybe I was wrong"

It was almost as though Frank had hit the magic button, 

"Yes, we should stick together as a family. We'll let the other Horst scions participate. You should stay at home" 

Ford said with misty eyes.

Frank looked solemn on the outside but he was actually ecstatic.

Why did he have to risk his life when Amelia was strong enough to not be threatened by anyone in the young generation?

It was so unfair.

His mother's shameless favouritism knew no bounds.

When he turned to leave in a jubilant mood, Ford's voice came from behind him, 

"What does you Mother think about you participating?" He asked

"She wants me to participate, but I'll just tell her you said there was no need" 

Frank answered casually and continued to move towards the door with a new spring in his steps.

Unfortunately, with his back turned he could not see Ford's eyes widen,

"Well, then you have to go"

Frank's world came crashing down.

"What? But you just said..." He began to protest but Ford's loud voice overwhelmed his own, 

"Forget what I said. You have to go" 

"Because of mom?"

"Exactly"

'I don't believe this' Frank yelled in his mind.

'You shameless man, if I'm a coward, then I obviously got it from you!'

....

Back in the Mansion...

Two hours had passed... 

Hal was back to human form and the duo were holding on to each other with the sheets covering their lower half but leaving their upper half and by consequence, Melinda's perfect breasts, out in the open as she snuggled into Hal's side.

The sheets were testament to their activities and it's scent was a comfort to the duo.

"Did that make up for time lost?" Hal asked with a chuckle. 

"Not even close" Melinda answered, hardly missing a beat.

"But it's a good start" she added with a smile and her hand hand reached into the sheets to grip his flaccid rod and give it a few short pumps.

"So what's next? You stole their Gold, tossed a metaphoric wrench into their relationship and also shook their Hegomony. What's next?" Melinda said with a smile, her hands never stopped their slow massage of his cock.

"We take a break. Enjoy the scenery, savor the victory. The Competition should be the focus now." Hal replied.

"The competition? You want to participate in that pointless event?" Melinda was a little surprised. 

When at first the Competition had been mentioned, it seemed reasonable that he participated but now it seemed more like a waste of time.

"It's not totally pointless. I would like to visit Tretch forest again. This time I have a good excuse to be in there. Besides I would also like to see the effect of the recent events on the Great and Plebeian scions" 

"You are sure it would have an effect? I doubt they would discuss something so important with their young generation" Melinda said

"They don't have..." Hal began but would be be interrupted by the door flying open...

*Bang!*

In the doorway was a very focused looking Rita...

"So you awoke. Perfect Timing..."