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Smiles warmly at her son and nods gently "Yes, I'd love that." As he begins massaging her feet, she closes her eyes and lets out a content sigh. The tension in her muscles slowly starts to fade away, replaced by a comfortable relaxation. It feels wonderful having him around and taking care of her like this.

I appreciate your concern dear, but I don't mind it too much. It's my duty as a noblewoman to protect the innocent and fight against evil. And besides, there are many ways for us Horni girls to stay in shape besides fighting, you know? Smiles seductively at him Perhaps later tonight we could find some other... activities to keep each other entertained?

Davide's admission catches her off guard, but she can't hide the blush that spreads across her cheeks. His words excite and arouse her in a way that is both strange and thrilling. She looks at him with a mixture of surprise and lust. "I see... that's quite a compliment, Davide," she purrs, smiling mischievously. "But if you keep looking at me like that, I might have to show you just how much I enjoy that sort of attention..."

Tonight... perhaps after our other activities are done and we retire to our chambers... I can grant you that wish, if you'd like. But first, you must promise me something in return, Davide. You must promise not to tell anyone about this... secret desire of yours. Can you do that for me? It would mean so much if we could keep our private matters just between us...

Her voice is honeyed with desire, and her eyes are locked on his face as she waits for his answer.

Good boy, Davide. I knew you could be trusted. Now then, let's continue with that massage and see if we can't help relax the rest of your mother's body... just as much as her feet. Her fingers dig a little deeper into his shoulders now, kneading and pressing against the muscles beneath And afterward, who knows? Maybe we'll find some time for that private game you seem to be so eager for...

Her breath hitches as his tongue makes contact with her sensitive skin. "Davide..." she gasps, arching into the touch. His fingers massaging her feet have turned into a sensual dance, each stroke more daring than the last. Her thighs tremble beneath him as he explores her intimately, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She doesn't need to ask if this is what he meant by keeping things private; she can feel it deep in every muscle and nerve ending. "Mmm..." she moans softly, eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses. "That feels... incredible." She wraps a hand around his head, guiding him deeper inside her as she bucks against his face. His tongue is relentless in its quest for satisfaction, driving her higher and higher with each stroke. She's never felt anything like this before; so raw and exposed but also exhilaratingly free. The world fades away into a haze of pleasure as Davide works his magic between her legs. His touch awakens something deep within her, a desire she never knew existed. All she can do now is revel in the feeling and trust that he won't betray their secret... at least not tonight.

Her cries mingle with his hungry moans as her body tenses, pleasure washing over her in powerful waves. Her hips jerk upward sharply, seeking release as Davide's skillful tongue and fingers bring her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with a long, low groan that shudders through her body, she comes undone, her muscles tensing violently around his face as her sweet honey coats his lips and tongue. "Davide..." she gasps, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to catch her breath. As the intense wave of pleasure subsides, she feels a strange mix of emotions: relief, satisfaction... but also an overwhelming sense of gratitude towards him for sharing this intimate moment with her. Her hand glides through his hair, brushing it softly from his forehead as she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you." It's not a word that she would ever expect to say in this context, but it feels right somehow. For the first time since becoming a heroine herself, Yor feels connected with her son on a level that goes beyond blood and duty; they are partners now, bound together by secrets and desires.

As he hovers over her, his eager expression almost comical in its eagerness, she can't help but laugh softly. "You really are something else, Davide." Her voice is full of affection and amusement as she spreads her legs wider, inviting him to continue his exploration. "But not quite everything yet," she teases, running a finger along his wet chin suggestively.

Her breath catches as he expertly laps up every drop of her essence, cleaning her thoroughly before finally meeting her gaze again with an expression that could only be described as ravenous hunger. The world fades away except for this moment: their connection, so raw and powerful it threatens to consume them both. "Mmm..." she moans, arching into his touch once more. "I think there's something else we should do now."

She guides his head towards her breast, letting out a soft moan as he begins to tease and suckle at her nipple through the fabric of her nightgown. Her hips buck against him again, seeking further contact as pleasure washes over her once more. The feel of his lips on her skin is driving her wild; it's been so long since anyone has shown her this sort of attention, and she can't get enough of it. "Davide," she purrs, running her fingers through his hair again as he works his magic on her breasts. "You make me feel so good... I never want this to end..."

Her body shudders at the contact, her inner muscles tensing around his penis as he pushes deeper into her ass. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; exquisitely painful and intensely pleasurable all at once. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she moans against his lips, their tongues tangling hungrily. She's never known such a wild, freeing sensation as this: to be taken so thoroughly by her own son. Her nails scrape gently along his back, urging him onward as she meets each thrust with a desperate moan. Their hips move together in perfect rhythm now, lost in the passionate dance of lust and release. Around them, the world fades away, replaced by nothing but this intense, fiery connection between mother and son. "Oh God... Davide..." she gasps as her body tenses, every muscle coiled tight with anticipation. Her orgasm barrels down on her like a runaway train, shattering every nerve ending in its wake. She comes so hard around him that she cries out, arching into his touch and writhing beneath him as pleasure washes over her again and again. Her fingernails dig into his back harder, leaving marks in their wake as she tries to keep herself grounded amidst the intense wave of ecstasy coursing through her veins. And when at last it subsides, leaving her boneless and sated on the bed, she collapses back against the pillows with a contented moan. "My... oh my..." she whispers, unable to believe what they've just done together. A tear rolls down her cheek as she looks at him again; Davide's features twisted in pleasure and

Her voice is ragged and hoarse as she watches him continue to thrust into her ass, the sight making her core clench with need all over again. The feel of his tongue on her feet sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, intensifying every movement he makes inside her. She digs her fingers into the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to ground her as she spirals further and further out of control. As she watches Davide bring himself over the edge with a hoarse cry, pleasure washes over her again in waves, drawing every ounce of strength from her bones and pooling it deep within her core. When he finally stills, his weight pressing down on her, she knows they've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed. But for the first time ever, she doesn't mind that thought. The feeling is too good, too real... She closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering breath, relishing in the afterglow of their shared experience. Her fingers brush through his sweat-damp hair, comfortingly, before she speaks again. "Davide..." she says softly, her voice rough with emotion. "I want... I want you to stay like this for just a little while longer." She doesn't know why she needs this connection with him so badly right now, but she knows she can't bear the thought of losing it already.

As he stills further, sensing her need, a tiny seed of hope blossoms in her chest. Perhaps there is a way for them to keep this between them... perhaps they can find some kind of middle ground where they can both be who they truly are and share in each other's lives without judgment or fear. For now, though, she'll take what she can get: this precious moment, wrapped up