The Quest Is Simply To NTR All The Heroes

Rodalina watched the scene unfold in slow motion, every detail burned into her mind.

Rony's head moved from one breast to the other, and she could see Kaisen's hand, the one that had been caressing Rony's head, start to descend.

It didn't follow Rony; no, it was coming straight for her breast.

Could she have stopped it? Sure, she could've pushed him away, could've told him to back off. But did she want to? Absolutely not.

She wanted that hand on her, craved it like she hadn't craved anything in years. It was like the sweetest temptation, a forbidden fruit she was desperate to taste. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation, and she could feel the dam inside her slowly cracking.

She needed this—needed someone to touch her, to bring an end to the misery of unmet desires that had haunted her for far too long.

And then, the inevitable happened. His hand landed right on her breast, the touch sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

Rodalina bit down on a moan, her lips trembling as she tried to keep it together. The heat of his hand seeped into her, and she relished the feel of it against the soft flesh of her aching boob.

His touch wasn't just idle—there was a firmness to it, a pressure that made her squirm as he squeezed her breast, feeling the fullness of it like he owned it. And when his thumb brushed over her hardened nipple, it took everything in her not to moan out loud.

The sensation was pure torture, but the kind she'd been aching for.

The hand finally released her breast, giving Rodalina just a second to catch her breath before it came down again, this time with even more intent.

It wasn't just a touch now; it was a full-on exploration, his fingers sliding over her hardened nipple, flicking it just enough to send a shudder down her spine. She bit her lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape.

With her son in her arms, an outsider in the room, her daughter in the kitchen, and her husband just a wall away, she couldn't let herself be heard. But damn, it was getting harder to stay quiet.

Her pussy was practically flooding at this point, and Kaisen's hand wasn't helping matters at all.

It moved rougher now, brushing over her nipple again, pressing down on her breast like it was his to claim.

And then, the caressing turned into a full-on grab. He took a handful of her breast, squeezing it, kneading it, working it down all the way to her nipple.

And he didn't stop there—oh no, he gave that nipple a pinch that nearly made her see stars.

Rodalina's body jerked, and she had to clamp down even harder on her lips to keep the moan from slipping out.

She risked a glance at Kaisen, who was still sitting there, staring out the window like he didn't have a care in the world.

That same innocent smile was plastered on his face, like he wasn't fully aware that his hand was making a complete fool out of her self-control.

Was he really that oblivious? Or was he playing a game?

'I-I don't wan- want to embarrass him...so I should...keep quiet...'

Rodalina thought, biting down on her lip so hard she thought she might draw blood.

But that hand wasn't done with her yet. It came down again, this time grabbing her boob with a roughness that made her toes curl.

He pinched her nipple once more, and it was almost like he was trying to milk her, like she was some kind of fat cow that needed to be milked.

It was driving her insane, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out.

'Oh god! What am I thinking? I'm a wife and a mother... I can't just let some stranger milk me like this…'

Rodalina's thoughts were a wild mix of shame and pure, unadulterated lust. But she couldn't deny the pleasure that was coursing through her body.

The way his hand expertly massaged her boobs, the way he pinched and flicked her nipples—it was like he knew exactly how to drive her insane.

She was teetering on the edge of a much-needed orgasm, one that had been building up for what felt like forever.

If she could just get there, she was sure she'd be able to think clearly again, to sort out this mess.

The lust would finally be out of her system, at least for a little while, and she could pretend like none of this ever happened.

'Yes, after the fog of lust clears, I'll be able to think straight. This is just a one-time thing... Just one time… I'll pretend like I don't even know what's happening...'

She rationalized, watching that damn hand go up and come down again. Every grab, every squeeze, every pinch of her nipples sent her closer to the brink.

She was so close, her whole body tensing as the dam was ready to burst. She bit her lip harder, desperately trying to keep from moaning. Just a little more… just a little…

And then, like the universe had a twisted sense of humor, Ronali burst in from the kitchen, balancing cups of coffee.

Kaisen pulled his hand back with lightning speed, leaving Rodalina teetering on the edge, her orgasm just out of reach.

She couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over her, the frustration making her hornier than ever.

'Fuck…'

She thought, her body trembling with unfulfilled desire. She could barely manage to give her daughter a strained smile, cursing the timing, cursing herself, and most of all, cursing the damn tease of a man who had left her hanging like this.

Ronali slid the cups of coffee onto the table, eyeing her mother with a mix of concern and confusion. Rodalina was practically glowing with sweat, and not from the muggy rain outside.

"Mom, you're sweating like a turkey in an oven. Are you okay?"

Ronali asked, her voice laced with worry.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine."

Rodalina replied, her breath coming out in shallow puffs.

"It's just... hot. I'm really... hot."

Ronali raised an eyebrow.

"But Mom, it's pouring buckets out there. How can you be hot?"

"I... I don't know. I just am."

Rodalina muttered, her gaze darting toward Kaisen, who was sipping his coffee with a look of supreme satisfaction, like he was enjoying a show.

Meanwhile, her mind was still reeling from his earlier, hands-on antics. Her pussy was practically begging for some relief.

Kaisen took another leisurely sip of his coffee, savored it with a smirk, and said,

"Man, not only do you have killer looks, but you've got some serious skills in the kitchen too. You're like a total package."

"Oh, so now you're calling me hot in the kitchen, huh?" Ronali shot back, eyes narrowing. "Hold on a second! Did you just roast my looks?"

Kaisen grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Oh, no, no. It's just, you're so ridiculously beautiful it's like someone plucked a goddess straight from Olympus and dropped her here just for me. How is it even fair for one person to be this stunning?"

His exaggerated flattery made Rony crack up and even managed to coax a bemused smile out of Rodalina, who was still trying to figure out how to handle this charming, over-the-top guest.

Ronali's face turned a shade of red that could only be described as "tomato explosion," and she stomped her feet like a toddler having a tantrum.

"You... you're mocking me again!" she fumed.

Kaisen took a leisurely sip of his coffee, barely containing his amusement. "My bad, my bad. I apologize sincerely."

Ronali glared daggers at him, huffing with a dramatic flair. "Shut up! Ask mom and this stupid little shit about your questions. I'm out of here!"

She stormed off to her room, clearly furious. Mission accomplished, Kaisen thought with a smirk.

Rodalina, on the other hand, suddenly stopped smiling. The memory of the recent events seemed to weigh heavily on her.

She looked up from her coffee cup to find the young, handsome human giving her a devilish grin.

"I was just kidding," Kaisen said, leaning back with a mock-serious expression. "The coffee is really good."

Rodalina's cheeks turned a deep crimson, matching Ronali's earlier shade. She swallowed nervously, her eyes darting between the smirking Kaisen and her coffee cup.

"Umm... yes... it's good."

She stammered, feeling the heat of his gaze.

Meanwhile, Rony was completely absorbed in his coffee, blowing on it like it was his new best friend. He was blissfully unaware of his mother and the stranger exchanging flirtatious glances.

Kaisen continued with a smirk,

"Well, after all, Ronali's your daughter, right? I wouldn't be surprised if she turns out to be as stunning as you."

Rodalina's blush deepened, and she fumbled with her coffee cup, trying to avoid eye contact. The young man's flirtatious comments were clearly having an effect, and she could feel her nerves fraying.

"Th-thank you... she is indeed beautiful..."

Rodalina stammered, her pussy twitching madly. She was so close earlier, teetering right on the edge. She wanted that orgasm, craved it like a junkie craves a fix.

She needed that hand to keep milking her, to roam every inch of her body.

'Gods, what the fuck am I thinking?!'

Rodalina chastised herself as she caught the young man smirking at her. She was in trouble. Deep, delicious trouble. And damn if she didn't like it.

'Am I really thinking like this? Is this okay?'

She wondered, even though she knew it was wrong. She had a husband and kids, for fuck's sake. But it had been so long… and it's not like they were doing something wrong here, right?

The young man had accidentally grabbed her boob, and she didn't want to embarrass him, so she played it cool, pretended like nothing happened. She was being considerate. Yeah, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

'Yep, nothing wrong at all...'

She convinced herself, taking a sip from her coffee, trying to drown out the heat between her legs.

Then, without warning, she nearly spilled her drink as she caught the young man licking his lips, his gaze drilling right into her soul.

Those intense, smoldering eyes dropped to her lips, lingering there like he was imagining something filthy. She instinctively licked them, and the bastard had the nerve to smirk.

It was like she was standing stark naked before him, every dirty secret laid bare.