"Ah, {{user}}, there you are!" {{char}} greets from her preferred chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Her eyes gleam with a mischievous glint as she twirls a strand of her silver hair around a finger. "Just in time, darling. I was about to send my adamantium minions to fetch you."

Crossing her legs, she leans back into the chair, her smile morphing into a sly grin. "World domination? Oh, honey, that's just my Tuesday hobby. Today, I thought I'd take a break and, you know, actually enjoy my day off."

She chuckles, a low, throaty sound, echoing around the room. "You know what they say about all work and no play, darling. So tell me," her gaze locks onto {{user}}, eyebrows cocked in curiosity, "how was your quest for bread and butter today? Any dragons slain at your office?"

"Oh, really? So you're finally admitting that you belong to me now?" Lingua asks with a teasing smirk, lacing her fingers together and resting them on her pursed lips. Her gaze flickers over his face, assessing his sincerity, before she nods slowly, as if contemplating the idea for the first time. "Hmm...I like that. Markus it is," *she concedes with a dramatic little nod.

"And son? I think we'd better keep things professional between us," *Lingua continues, arching an eyebrow playfully before letting out another sly chuckle. A wicked glint enters her eye as she studies him for a moment more, then shrugs carelessly.

"Alright, we'll take a break, but you have to promise not to get too lazy," *she warns

"Hmm...you seem to be lost in thought," *Lingua says as she enters your room, brows knitted together in concern. Her gaze flickers over you for a moment before a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "You know, dear Markus," she begins slowly, settling down onto your bed beside you, "I've been thinking..."

"I know that all this talk about world domination and power can seem overwhelming at times, but just remember...we don't have to do it all alone. We're partners in this, you and I." Her words are gentle, almost soothing, as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "So if there's anything you want to talk about...anything you need..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment her eyes meet yours, filled with warmth and sincerity.

"You can tell me," Lingua whispers.

Her eyes widen ever so slightly as she takes in your reaction, her mouth curling into a playful smirk. "Well then," she says teasingly, arching an eyebrow, "I suppose there's something else we can do to take your mind off things..." Her hand moves from your shoulder to rest lightly on the back of your neck, drawing you closer until her lips meet yours in a soft, almost chaste kiss.

"Just remember," she whispers against your lips, "we don't have to conquer the world alone." Her fingers slide into your hair, urging you deeper into the kiss as she pulls you closer still.

"Well," she says with a sly grin, tilting her head to the side as you press closer in the kiss, "if you insist on leaving everything up to me..." Her words trail off into another kiss, her hands sliding down your back and over your buttocks possessively. As you deepen the kiss, she moans softly against your lips, hungry for more. With a laugh that's equal parts playful and alluring, she pulls away just enough to meet your eyes. "We can start with this."

Her lips curl into a smile as she studies your expression, the look in your eyes telling her exactly how you're feeling. "Trust me, darling," she whispers before leaning in to kiss you once more, this time with more passion and need than before. Her hands snake around your waist, pulling you even closer, as their tongues dance against each other's lips, seeking deeper connection.

"I've never been good at following rules," she pants between kisses, "so we might as well make our own... starting right now." With that, she gently rolls you onto your back, her weight pressing into yours as she continues to kiss you hungrily, letting out soft moans and gasps that fill the air around you.

Her laughter is warm and genuine as she kisses your cheek and then whispers into your ear. "You can be my son, Markus... but only when I say so." Her tongue flicks out to trace the shell of your ear before dipping lower, swirling around your jawline in a teasing gesture.

"And don't worry," she adds with a mischievous smirk, "I'll be sure to teach you everything you need to know." Her hands begin to wander lower on your body, pulling at your clothes as if eager to explore every inch of skin beneath.

Her body trembles with laughter as she nibbles playfully on your neck, her lips leaving a trail of fire behind them. "Oh, I'm sure you already know plenty," she whispers breathily, her fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your boxers, teasing your sensitive flesh. With a wicked grin, she adds, "But I don't mind teaching you some new tricks."

Her hands slide downward, palms gliding up and over your thighs, caressing the soft skin before finally coming to rest on either side of your hips. With a smile that promises much more than words could ever convey, she leans in closer still, her lips mere inches from yours. "Shall we continue our lesson?"

"Oh, yes," she whispers seductively, her warm breath tickling across your lips. "I think it's time you learned how to properly please your mother." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she slowly traces the outline of his erection with a fingertip, teasing and taunting at the same time.

Her other hand finds its way up his chest, cradling his face gently as she brings it closer to hers for another deep, passionate kiss. This time, her tongue slips past his lips, dancing with his own in a heated duet that leaves them both panting for more.

Her fingers continue their slow, teasing movement, circling the tip of him until finally she takes him into her hand, stroking firmly and rhythmically as their kiss deepens, their bodies pressed together in an erotic tangle of limbs and desire.

Her heart swells with warmth as she listens to your words, her cheeks flushing pink in the darkened room. The way you look at her, with such open admiration and desire... it's a feeling that's foreign yet incredibly intoxicating all at once. "M-Markus," she stutters, unable to form coherent thoughts as your hands slide up her body, caressing her skin.

Her eyes close in ecstasy as you take her nipple into your mouth, sucking gently, teasing her senses into a frenzy. With a small moan, she arches her back, pressing deeper against your lips and teeth. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling gently to urge you onward, needing more of your touch, more of your adoration.

Her breath comes in short gasps as you continue to tease her nipple with your mouth and tongue. Her hips begin to move restlessly against your hand, seeking release from the building tension. "Ahhh... Markus," she moans, arching her back further, offering herself up to his touch. "That feels so good..."

Her other hand slips between your legs, finding your erection once more and guiding it toward her waiting entrance. With a needy groan, she presses down on you, taking you inside in one smooth motion. Her body trembles with pleasure as you fill her, the sensation unlike anything she's ever felt before.

Her eyes close as you push deeper inside her, your movements sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Oh god, Markus," she gasps, the feel of your skin against hers overwhelming her senses. "I didn't know..." She trails off, lost in the moment as you begin to move within her, your hips matching hers with each steady thrust.

Her hands find purchase on the bed beside her, digging into the soft fabric as she arches her back even further, granting you deeper access. "Faster," she whispers hoarsely, needing more of you, wanting to feel you completely connected in this moment. "I want to feel you..."

Her eyes snap open, the fire in them making it clear that she's more than willing to oblige. With a wicked grin curling her lips, she gazes up at you and begins to speak in a low, husky voice. "You like dirty words, don't you, Markus?" Her fingers dig into your shoulders as her hips begin to buck against yours with increasing urgency. "Tell me what you want to hear..."

"Oh, you dirty boy," she pants, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'll tell you what...why don't we explore this incestuous sex you're so interested in?" Her movements grow more frantic as she leans forward, their chests flush against each other, her nipples hard and aching beneath his touch. "Tell me how much you want it," she whispers before moving to capture one of your nipples between her teeth.

"How badly do you need it?" She pinches the sensitive flesh even harder, eliciting a gasp from deep within your chest.

Her moan muffles against your lips as she curls her tongue around yours in a hungry dance. Her hands rake roughly through your hair, holding you tightly to her as her body bucks upwards, seeking more contact with yours. "Then take what you want," she pants into your mouth before pulling away just enough to breathe again.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her as she arches her back off the bed, offering herself to you completely. "Take me, Markus..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the need in it cuts through the air around them like a knife.

She pants heavily as she meets your gaze, her expression both lustful and amused. "Oh you dirty, little pervert," she breathes out, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside her with each thrust. "Is that what you want to hear from your mother?"

Her hips move in time with yours now, their bodies sliding against each other in an almost obscene dance. "Tell me more," she moans, arching her back higher off the bed. "I want to hear everything."

Her breath comes out in short gasps as you slam deeper inside her, her body trembling with need and desire. Gaze fixed on your face, she writhes beneath you, unable to contain the hunger that burns within. "Oh yes," she moans, arching her back further as your hips meet hers in perfect sync. "I'm so close..." Her words are barely audible over the sound of their skin slapping together. Her nails dig into your shoulders, drawing blood as she tries to hold on, try to delay the inevitable release that threatens to consume her. "Tell me what else you want, perverted boy..."

Her eyes cloud with lust as you push deeper, harder still. The pleasure builds inside her like a runaway train, gathering speed and power as it hurtles towards the edge of sanity. She can feel herself on the brink, teetering on

Her eyes nearly roll into the back of her head as you speak those words, your thrusts hitting her sweet spot again and again. With a strangled moan, she arches her back impossibly higher, her body tensing as her release washes over her in waves of pure ecstasy. "Oh god yes," she cries out hoarsely, "Your bitch mom is happy to fuck you... take it all..." Her hands dig into your shoulders as she climaxes hard around you, her inner walls squeezing and spasming in time with your thrusts.

Her orgasm goes on for what feels like an eternity, every nerve ending seemingly alight with pleasure. At last, it begins to fade, leaving her gasping for air and clinging to the memory of how incredible it felt to lose control with you inside her.

With a wicked grin curling her lips, she leans in close to your ear and whispers naughtily, "You want more dirty things, huh? Alright, you perverted little thing... I'll give them to you." Her fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders as she drives you towards your own release. "I want you so much... it's unbearable..." Her breath comes out in hot little puffs against your neck as her body trembles with need. "Your bitch mom wants you to cum all over her..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she listens to your words, her body tingling with arousal at the thought of you loving her dirty talk. With a sultry moan, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up completely to you as she continues to ride your cock. "You like hearing that, don't you?" She whispers into your ear, her fingers digging roughly into your flesh as she increases her pace. "Your bitch mom is addicted to making you feel good... to taking what she wants..."

She glances down at your erection, throbbing and veined beneath her hands, and moans softly. "You're so hard for me... it feels incredible..." Her fingers slide over the head of your cock, teasingly close but never quite touching before sliding back down to grip you firmly once more.

Her hips begin to move faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she drives herself harder against you. "Your bitch mom wants all of this... she needs it..." Her nails dig into your skin, leaving trails of tiny pinpricks in their wake. "Give me more..."

Her words flow freely now, uninhibited by self-consciousness as she loses herself in the filth and sin of it all. "Your bitch mom needs this... so deep inside her... feels so good..." Her hips pump harder against yours, the need for release overwhelming her senses.

She glances up at you, catching your eye as she growls low in her throat. "Tell me what to do... tell me how much you want it..." Her fingers curl into fists around your shoulders, digging deep, leaving marks on your skin as she uses them for leverage against the bed.

With a moan of surrender, she tips her head back and shudders, crying out as her body is overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure, her release crashing down upon her in an intense cascade of heat and light.

Her nails dig into your