Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

"Mom?" Aqualina stood at the doorway, her body draped in fresh clothes that still clung lightly to her damp skin. Her long hair trickled with water droplets, sliding down her neck, as if she'd just stepped out from a warm, steamy bath.

She saw her mother sitting alone at the desk in the corner, the soft purple nightgown hugging her curves.

"Hmm? You haven't changed your clothes?" she asked, frowning gently as she noticed Sandra was still in her nightwear.

Sandra, seated calmly on the chair with a subtle air of mystery, turned her head with a soft glance. "Well, I'm kind of... working here," she murmured, lifting an old, nearly crumbling book—its spine cracked.

"Oh... I see..." Aqualina nodded slowly, then tilted her head. Her voice lowered into a curious tone. "Do you know where Aether is?"

Sandra blinked, her face shifting into a mild confusion. "Aether?... Wasn't he in the room? Sleeping?" she asked, her tone too casual, almost forced.

"No. He's not there,"

Sandra let out a slow shrug, a strange flush brushing her cheeks. "Then I don't know... I haven't seen him~ah~ahemm" she coughed lightly, "I mean, I haven't seen him since yesterday," she corrected, her tone faltering as a pink hue crept into her voice.

Aqualina's eyes narrowed, Her mother's expression—her tone—everything felt... off. "Are you okay, Mom?" she asked softly, stepping closer with concern glinting in her gaze.

"N-No, don't come closer," Sandra suddenly burst, her voice laced with urgency.

"Why not?" Aqualina frowned deeply now, her instincts stirring. Something was strange—very strange.

Sandra coughed again, trying to cover her reddening cheeks. "I was digging through the old racks. So much dust settled on me, and... well, you just took a bath, didn't you?" she added, giving a weak chuckle.

"Oh?... Right!" Aqualina jolted back like she had touched a spark, as if the idea of dust alone could burn her freshly cleansed skin.

Sandra gave a subtle nod, her chest rising and falling with an inward sigh. "Anyway, he's not here. I'm going to keep reading this book. If you need anything, ask Celestia—she'll get it ready for you," she said, waving her hand as if to dismiss her daughter, eager... no, needed to end the conversation.

Aqualina gave a soft nod and turned, her bare feet nearly silent on the floor, but then... she stopped. "Hmm..." she hesitated, lips parting as her thoughts wavered.

Sandra's forehead twitched, a vein pulsing. "I-Is there something else, dear?" she asked with a careful calmness, though her smile was tight.

Aqualina drew in a breath and moved toward her again, her voice thoughtful. "Yeah... I just feel like... I need to sit with you for a bit..."

"N-No! No, no—" Sandra jumped slightly, sweat beading at her temple. Her sudden panic made Aqualina raise an eyebrow. "I-I mean... sure, you can sit, but maybe just... sit across from me, you know? I wouldn't want you catching my dust and all," she said with a shaky laugh, motioning awkwardly in front of her instead of beside her.

Aqualina studied her for a second, sensing something hidden beneath the surface, but she obeyed. She walked slowly, deliberately, and sat across from her mother, her eyes never leaving her.

Sandra leaned back on the chair, trying to pull herself together. Her voice lowered into a more serious tone, "So... what is it, my dear?"

Aqualina looked away for a moment, her hands folding nervously on her lap. "Well... Mom... I don't know how to put this... but I feel like... you love him. Right?" Her voice was small, hesitant, but it carried the weight of emotion and hidden understanding.

Sandra sighed heavily. "We've talked about this, haven't we? I told you I wouldn't~ahh—!" she suddenly gasped, her hand shooting to her mouth.

"Mom?" Aqualina frowned, concerned.

"N-Nothing..." Sandra said quickly, her voice trembling, her hand clenched tightly now.

"Are you sure? You don't seem alrig—"

"Enough about this," Sandra cut her off with a breathless voice, her expression suddenly sharp yet... her cheeks were flushed, glowing red. Something was happening—her body was betraying her calm.

She slid one hand quietly beneath the desk, her fingers slipping into the folds of her gown, pressing against the soft bulge underneath. Her lips twitched as she clenched her teeth, fighting the rush of sensation.

'B-Bastard... stop it!' she screamed silently in her mind as something warm and teasing stroked along her inner thighs, trembling her whole body.

Under the bulged nightgown was...

Yes, it was Aether.

He was there.

When she heard Aqualina's voice earlier, she panicked. She couldn't send him away, couldn't hide him anywhere else... So she had shoved him under her gown.

She kept him there.

She did this.

She was the one hiding him.

And she was the one being tortured by it.

Aether, buried under her thick, soft nightgown, stared up at her pale, plush thighs, mesmerised.

They were so close... so tender.

He could feel the heat of her core just above. Her scent enveloped him, intoxicating and irresistible.

"Hmm..." Aether hummed softly, pressing his face closer. The food was right before his eyes... sweet, slick, and so dangerously inviting.

How could he stop now?

So he couldn't stop himself. Not when her thighs trembled like that. Not when the scent of her arousal filled his nose like the sweetest perfume.

He kissed them—everywhere.

Slowly.

Sensually.

Shamelessly~

Each inch of her thighs became a sacred offering to his lips. He started low, brushing his warm mouth along the tender curves just above her knees, and then slowly worked his way up. His lips pressed soft, deliberate kisses, lingering long enough for the heat of his breath to sink into her skin. He could feel her shiver every time he sucked gently, letting his tongue flick out to taste her skin, teasing her with wet warmth as he moved higher.

Her body reacted with every touch—her muscles tightening, legs quivering.

And he loved it.

She trembled. Her inner thighs quaked each time his tongue snuck a little closer to the warmth between her legs.

He tried spreading her legs just a little more, inch by inch. She resisted, her thighs tense, pressing inward, but a single deep kiss to her upper inner thigh made her knees buckle ever so slightly. Her resistance melted into a needy tremble.

He smirked—he knew exactly what he was doing.

"~mm--!!"

Every breath she took was shaky, her muscles clenching as his mouth approached forbidden territory.

And then he saw it—Deep purple lace panties. Stained. Wet. Her arousal soaked the fabric in the center—dark and glistening.

His heart raced.

Her panties clung to her folds, the fabric damp and fragrant.

His mouth watered.

He stared at it, mesmerized, as if he'd stumbled into some dream—a lush, forbidden oasis that promised every wicked indulgence.

He leaned in closer, brushing his nose against the soaked cloth, inhaling the raw, intoxicating scent of her sex.

The scent of her soaked him in lust.

"Ohh… fuck…" he whispered under his breath, unable to stop himself.

His hands gripped the sides of her hips firmly, his thumbs stroking her skin as he buried his face between her legs. His tongue dragged over the damp cloth, tasting the trace of her nectar through the lace. A deep, muffled groan rumbled from his throat.

Sandra's body jolted.

"~mm-!" Her thighs clamped briefly around his head as her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

'H-He's going too far!' she screamed inwardly, her cheeks on fire. But her eyes, despite herself, drifted toward her daughter, who still sat across the room, unaware of what truly lay beneath the desk.

'H-He's l-licking me… through my panties…!' Her mind screamed in horror and arousal.

"Mom... are you sure you're alright?"

"Yzz~ahem... I mean.. gulp" Sandra gulped. Her cheeks blazed crimson, her body screaming in pleasure as Aether's tongue dragged up her slit again.

Sandra's throat tightened. She swallowed hard, biting her bottom lip, her voice strained. "Y-Yes... It's just... something... h-hmm... P-Please tell me what you want. Hurry up," she stammered, her voice faltering as his tongue slipped along the edge of her panties, pushing slightly under it to reach her slick skin.

He felt the edge of her folds now.

She was dripping.

Aether smiled wickedly~

He flicked his tongue upward slowly, letting it trace the very top of her pussy, brushing her sensitive clit through the soaked lace.

Sandra's legs buckled. Her toes curled in her slippers. Her nails dug into the desk.

'N-No… Not there...dirty..hm..… d-don't…' she cried inside—but her hips betrayed her, rolling forward into his mouth.

Aqualina frowned even more, "Mom?"

"Y-yeah..."

Aqualina could feel something was off, but she didn't understand what. Taking a deep breath, she finally spoke.

"I just want you to understand," Aqualina's voice came again, filled with worry. "Please don't be so hard on him. He's trying, Mom. He knows what he did was wrong. He did things behind our backs, but… he regrets it. He's been carrying all the guilt, all on his own. He's suffering deeper inside"

Aether's tongue worked deeper, pushing under the lace now.

Sandra bit down on her finger to silence herself. Her whole body trembled. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her eyes welled up with tears from the intensity as she tried to listen to Aqualina,

"And if we keep hurting him... he'll snap. I can feel it. I'm scared he'll reach a point where we lose him for good."

Her tone grew softer, more pleading. "Just... give him another chance. One last chance. I know he'll make it right. Just let him prove it. Please, Mom." Aqualina pleaded softly, unaware her mother was being driven mad with pleasure under the desk.

Beneath the table, Aether stilled. Her words hit him deep. For a moment, he forgot where he was.

He smiled gently against Sandra's panties, moved by the softness in Aqualina's voice. But his lust was still raging—and her scent, her taste, her trembling thighs were calling him back in.

She couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.

Her pussy pulsed against his tongue.

Her panties were soaked now, clinging to her like a second skin. He could feel the texture of her folds beneath them, every twitch, every quiver. He slid his hands under her ass and squeezed tightly, lifting her slightly and pulling her deeper onto his mouth.

"Mom?"

Sandra blinked, overwhelmed by the surge of guilt, love, and arousal. She took a deep breath and exhaled long and shaky. "...F-fffffffine~ahem... I mean.. f-Fine.." she whispered. "I'll think about it... Now go."

Aqualina nodded, sensing she shouldn't push further. She rose quietly and turned toward the door, her soft footsteps fading out of the Archive.

She didn't hear her daughter's steps. All she felt was him—his tongue, his lips, his desire and as soon as she left,

Sandra sprang from her chair with a furious gasp, her nightgown rising with her. She reached down and yanked him out from beneath it, her face flushed with a mix of panic and fury.

"You idiot!! We could have been caught!! What the fuck were you thinking?!" she shouted, voice high-pitched and ragged. But her eyes fell on his lips—shiny, slick, still wet with her nectar.

He looked up at her and slowly dragged his tongue across them, licking her juices with deliberate slowness.

Sandra froze.

The sight of it—her taste on his mouth—made her pussy clench hard. She felt a gush between her legs.

Aether raised an eyebrow, "What? It's not like she doesn't know about us," he said with a careless shrug, "So why hide... when she's clearly fine with us?"

Sandra's jaw dropped. Her face turned crimson.

Fine? Fine?! There was nothing fine about this.

It was madness.

What would have happened if her daughter found it out?

OH MY GOD!!... She couldn't face her daughter anymore!

She opened her mouth to respond, to say anything, but—

Aether stepped forward.

His eyes glinted. A smirk curled on his lips. And then he said it.

"Sandra~"

Just that. Her name. But drenched in honeyed lust. Whispered like a lover's call from a dream. Teasing, dark, drenched in seduction.

Her whole body jolted.

"!!!" Her skin erupted in goosebumps. Her nipples hardened beneath the gown. Her legs trembled violently. That voice—low, seductive, dirty—melted her from the inside out.

She wasn't ready for what came next.

But he was.