Chapter 341: Fallen Angel

Her tongue slipped out—pink, wet, hesitant.

She pressed the tip of it to the swollen tip before she sealed her lips around the swollen head and began to suck.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Her tongue moved—small, innocent stroke at first, tracing the flared ridge, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that welled at the slit.

Then, she swirled.

Lapped.

Explored.

Mika twitched hard, gripping the sheets, a low groan escaping his throat.

This was in no way because of Fauna’s skill because it was nonexistent and she was amateurish in the sweetest way.

She didn’t deep-throat.

Didn’t bob aggressively.

Her lips stayed focused on the head, tongue fluttering uncertainly over the sensitive underside, occasionally dipping lower to trace a vein.

But the very innocence of it—the clumsy eagerness, the way she struggled to figure out what to do while still trying so desperately—made it feel impossibly good.

Mika’s cock swelled even thicker in response—growing harder, longer, stretching her lips wider.

Seeing this, Fauna pulled back with a soft pop, eyes wide.

"M-Mika—stop doing that!" She squeaked. "Stop making your penis get even thicker! I can’t even fit it in my mouth properly now!"

"Just look!"

She opened her mouth as wide as she could—trying to take just the head.

Her lips stretched...stretched...

But the moment the flared ridge hit her teeth, it jammed.

She couldn’t push further.

"See? See, Mika?" She pulled back, pouting. "I can’t do anything about it!"

She lightly tapped the swollen head with her fingers.

"Bad penis! Bad penis! Calm down, will you? Stop getting so thick right now!"

But the reprimand only made it twitch and swell even more—defiant, masochistic.

Fauna stared in disbelief.

"Why is it getting even thicker?!"

"Of course it’s getting harder." Mika laughed. "When you tease it like that...scold it...call it bad...a cock can be quite a masochist sometimes."

Fauna’s face burned.

"I...I didn’t know..." She mumbled.

"Use your tongue." He said gently as another alternative. "Lick it all over. Make it sloppy. Get it nice and wet for your mouth."

Fauna didn’t hesitate.

She leaned down again—ass raised high, back arched, presenting herself unconsciously.

Her tongue flicked out, long, wet stripes from base to tip.

She licked at the thick veins, tracing every ridge.

She swirled around the head, circling, flicking the sensitive underside.

She dragged her tongue flat along the shaft—up, down, coating it in saliva until it glistened obscenely.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~

Mika groaned.

"Fuck...look at you." He rasped. "Bent over like that...ass in the air...licking your son’s cock like a desperate little whore."

"This is supposed to be a hospital, where I came to be treated. And here you are...treating my cock like you’re a filthy prostitute. Worshiping it. Slobbering all over it."

"Licking it like it’s the only thing that matters."

He reached down, fingers threading through her hair.

"So fucking hot." He growled. "Nothing is hotter than this. My pure, perfect mother...on her knees...worshipping her son’s cock with her tongue."

"Lick it all over, Fauna. Don’t miss a single inch."

Fauna whimpered from shame and ecstasy.

But she obeyed.

Her tongue worked faster, giving sloppy, eager laps from balls to tip.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

She swirled around the head, circling the sensitive ridge before dipping into the slit to taste the steady leak of pre-cum.

She flattened her tongue again—broad strokes that coated him completely, leaving his shaft shining and dripping.

And right now, Mika was utterly enjoying himself.

The sight of Fauna bent over him—face buried between his thighs, small hands wrapped around his shaft, tongue lapping eagerly at the swollen head was already heaven.

But when his gaze drifted upward...

Her ass.

Raised high in the air.

Wiggling.

Swaying.

The plump cheeks jiggled with every subtle shift of her body as she worked her mouth on him.

It looked exactly like an excited puppy shaking its tail, only this was no innocent wag.

This was Fauna—his pure, angelic mother flaunting her big, juicy behind without even realizing it.

He couldn’t resist.

One hand reached down—grabbing the hem of her skirt and yanked it upward

The fabric bunched around her waist and her ass was fully revealed—round, thick, creamy, quivering slightly from the sudden exposure.

The soaked panties clung obscenely to her folds, outlining every curve.

Mika couldn’t hold back after such a sight and he hooked two fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled hard.

The thin material wedged deep between her cheeks, the fabric disappearing into her cleft, leaving both round, creamy globes completely bare.

"Kyaa—!" Fauna let out a muffled squeak around his cock, but instead of pulling away, she arched her back higher—instinctively offering herself.

Mika groaned low in his throat.

"Shake it, Fauna." He rasped, voice thick with lust. "Shake this big, juicy, sexy ass of yours. Shake it for me. Work it while you suck your son’s cock."

Even though her elbows were braced on the bed for balance, the only thing keeping her upper body steady—she was still impossibly athletic.

Using only the strength in her thighs and core, she lifted her hips higher, ass rising proudly into the air.

And she obeyed.

She began to shake it.

Left.

Right.

Slow sloppy shakes at first—then faster, making the thick cheeks bounce and jiggle hypnotically.

The wedged panties also dug deeper, outlining her dripping slit even more clearly.

Watching this, Mika’s control frayed.

One hand kept the fabric pulled tight, keeping her ass perfectly framed.

The other came down.

SLAP!

A sharp slap echoed in the room.

Fauna yelped around his cock, her body jerking but she didn’t stop shaking.

Another slap.

SLAP!

"Shake it, Fauna." He growled again. "Shake this fat, perfect ass for your son. Make it jiggle while you worship my cock. Show me how bad you want it."

Fauna moaned—muffled around the thick head still filling her mouth and her hips rolled faster, cheeks bouncing lewdly with every movement.

All while her tongue never stopped—lapping, swirling, sucking desperately at the leaking tip.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~

Mika’s breathing grew ragged.

He could feel it building fast.

Too fast.

"Fuck—! I-I’m gonna come, Fauna." He warned, voice rough. "I’m gonna come so fucking hard."

He released her panties, letting them snap back against her skin only to grab the back of her head with both hands.

Without warning, he thrust upward—driving his cock past her lips, past her tongue, all the way to the back of her throat.

Fauna’s eyes flew wide.

A choked, wet gag escaped her as the thick head lodged deep—cutting off her air.

Tears sprang to her eyes instantly.

But Mika didn’t let up.

He held her there as his hips rocking shallowly, fucking her mouth in short, controlled thrusts.

"Take it." He growled. "Take it all in your mouth, Fauna. Swallow every fucking drop!"

Fauna’s hands clutched the sheets.

Tears welled in her eyes from the sudden depth.

But she didn’t fight.

She opened wider, relaxing her throat as best she could.

And then Mika groaned before he buried himself to the hilt, nose pressed to his pelvis and came.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Hot, thick ropes shot straight down her throat—no chance to taste, no chance to spill.

It poured directly into her—pulse after pulse—flooding her until she felt impossibly full.

Fauna gagged again, throat working frantically to swallow everything. But Mika held her firm, not letting a single drop escape.

Only when the last spurt had passed did he slowly, reluctantly pull back.

His cock slipped free with a wet pop and Fauna collapsed forward, face landing against his still-hard shaft, gasping, wheezing, chest heaving.

Drool and traces of cum glistened on her swollen lips.

Her eyes were glassy, dazed—completely fucked-out.

She looked utterly debauched.

Utterly degraded.

The proud, angelic healer reduced to a panting, cum-drunk mess.

A Fallen Angel. Used, defiled, and loving every second of it.

Mika stared down at her, eyes dark with satisfaction as his hand stroked her hair gently

"Good girl." He murmured. "You’re such a good girl, Fauna...taking every drop for your son."

Fauna whimpered softly, face still pressed to his cock.

And somewhere deep inside...

...she knew.

There was no going back.

The line had been crossed.

And she had leaped over it willingly.