I Become A Mob Character In A Novel

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This chapter contains INCEST elements, So read at your own risk...

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[Samael Ashwood's POV]

'Cute.' I thought as I looked at the relaxed and much more expressive face of Mother, who before this almost didn't lose face in front of anyone.

As she nestled in my arms, her weariness seemed to melt away, replaced by a serene, almost childlike contentment. I held her close, feeling the warmth of her embrace and the unspoken bond that connected us deeply.

Sniff~ Sniff~

As I held my mother in my arms, her demeanor shifted subtly. The warmth and contentment in her embrace took on a different edge, and her breathing grew uneven. I noticed a peculiar look in her eyes—an intensity that bordered on unsettling.

I glanced down at her, noticing the change in her expression. Her eyes, once filled with maternal warmth, now seemed to carry an unnerving, almost obsessive gleam. The way she nuzzled closer, her breathing quickening, made me feel... good?!

'I feel... good If my mother loves me... romantically. Is this feeling related to my past life's betrayal?' I thought as I tightened my embrace, trying to make sense of the confusing emotions swirling within me. The situation was surreal, and the unexpected shift in my mother's behavior left me feeling both disoriented and oddly comforted.

Sniff~ Sniff~

She moved her head from my chest to my neck and continued smelling the scent of my skin, her actions growing more intimate. The mixture of emotions swirling within me grew more complex, as her closeness brought both comfort and a sense of arousal.

As I continued to hold my mother, the sensation of her presence shifted from a comforting embrace to something far more intimate and complex. Her actions, though tender and loving, were now tinged with an intensity that bordered on unsettling.

"Mother, are you alright?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I tried to understand the sudden change in her behavior.

Elysia's eyes, once filled with motherly affection, now held a strange, almost fervent gaze. "Oh, Samael," she murmured softly, her breath warm against my neck. "I've always loved you so much. I never realized how deeply I felt until now."

Her words, while filled with affection, carried a layer of intensity that made me uncomfortable. I could feel her heartbeat quickening, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. The warmth of her body against mine was both reassuring and confusing.

"Mother, this... this isn't right," I said gently, trying to maintain a sense of clarity amidst the growing confusion. "I appreciate everything you've done for us, but this... this isn't how we should be."

Elysia's grip on me tightened, her eyes filled with a mix of longing and sorrow. "Samael, I know it may seem strange," she said, her voice trembling. "But my feelings for you have always been deep. Please... don't... leave me..."

I froze, my mind reeling in shock as my mother's lips touched mine. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a mix of comfort and unease that left me feeling disoriented. I couldn't process the sudden shift in our relationship, the boundaries blurring in a way that felt both wrong and yet... tantalizing.

As I stood there, paralyzed by uncertainty, Elysia deepened the kiss, her lips moving with a hunger that left me breathless. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us suspended in this strange, intimate moment.

My mind raced with questions, but my body seemed to respond on its own accord. I felt myself kissing her back, the sensation of her lips against mine sending shivers down my spine. It was as if my past life's betrayal had awakened a part of me that I never knew existed.

As we kissed, a voice within me screamed in protest. This was wrong. This was my mother. but another voice was much stronger, urging me to continue, to surrender to the emotions swirling within me.

The kiss deepened, our lips moving in a rhythm that felt both familiar and forbidden. I couldn't help but wonder: was this the result of my past life's betrayal, or was it something more? Was I truly attracted to my mother, or was this some twisted manifestation of my own psyche?

As we broke apart for air, Elysia's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with an intensity that left me breathless. I saw a hunger there, a desire that went beyond mere maternal love.

"Samael," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "I've always loved you. More than you'll ever know."

I stared back at her, my mind reeling with the implications of what was happening. A part of me wanted to push her away, to scream that this was wrong. But another part of me... another part of me wanted to surrender to these feelings, to explore the depths of this twisted desire.

She moved to remove her clothes, and I felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement. This was my mother, the person who had given birth to me, raised me, and protected me. But in this moment, she was something more. She was a woman, with desires and needs that went beyond maternal love.

I couldn't help but feel drawn to her, my body responding to her touch even as my mind screamed in protest. It was as if I was trapped in a dream, unable to wake up from this surreal nightmare.

As she undressed, I saw the scars on her body, the marks of a life lived with pain and hardship. And yet, despite those scars, she was still beautiful, still desirable.

I felt myself reaching out to her, my hands trembling as I touched her skin. It was like touching fire, feeling the heat of her passion and desire.

We kissed again, our lips moving in a rhythm that felt both familiar and forbidden. I couldn't help but think of all the times we had hugged, all the times she had comforted me when I was scared or hurt. And now, we were doing something that felt so wrong, yet so right.

As we continued to kiss, I felt myself losing control. My mind was a jumble of emotions, my body responding to her touch without hesitation.

I knew that this was wrong. I knew that I should stop it before it went too far. But I couldn't help myself. I was trapped in this moment, unable to escape the desire that had been building inside me for so long.

As I gently rubbed her back I felt some uneven skin so I slowly moved my hand to investigate, my fingers tracing the outline of a scar that looked as if a burning... brand had been seared into her skin. I winced, feeling a pang of sympathy and concern for my mother's past. The scar was old, but it still looked painful.

Elysia's eyes fluttered closed as I touched the scar, her body relaxing into my embrace. For a moment, I forgot about the strange and taboo nature of our situation and simply focused on comforting her.

But as I continued to touch the scar, my fingers tracing the rough edges of the burned skin, I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was as if I was connecting with her on a deeper level, understanding the pain and suffering she had endured.

My mind began to wander, imagining the circumstances that could have led to such a brutal injury. Had she been tortured? Abused? The questions swirled in my head, but I pushed them aside, focusing on the present moment.

As I continued to explore her scarred skin, Elysia's breathing grew heavier, her body responding to my touch in ways that both thrilled and terrified me. I knew that we were crossing boundaries that should never be crossed, but I couldn't help myself.

Her hands started tracing my clothes looking to remove the only obstacle between between us. I felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement as her fingers brushed against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. My mind was a jumble of emotions, torn between the taboo nature of our actions and the undeniable attraction I felt towards my mother.

As she undressed me, her hands moving with a practiced ease, I couldn't help but feel like I was trapped in a dream. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. But yet, here we were, our bodies responding to each other in ways that defied logic and reason.

I looked into her eyes, searching for some sign of hesitation or doubt. But all I saw was desire, a burning passion that seemed to consume her very being. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment for years, and now that it had finally arrived, she was determined to savor every second of it.

As we stood there, our bodies pressed together, I felt like I was teetering on the edge of a precipice. One wrong move, and we would tumble into an abyss from which there would be no return. But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel drawn to her, my body responding to her touch in ways that both thrilled and terrified me.

At that moment, I knew that I had a choice to make. I could push her away, and try to regain some semblance of sanity and normalcy in our relationship. Or I could surrender to these feelings, explore the depths of this twisted desire, and see where it would take us.

As I looked into her eyes, I knew what my answer would be.

I nodded at her questioning gaze as her expression immediately turned into a radiant smile, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and relief. Without another word, she leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.

As we parted a string of saliva connected our lips, a tangible representation of the unspoken bond between us. I felt like I was drowning in her gaze, the intensity of her emotions pulling me under.

She took my hands on put them on her perky and soft breasts which had a pair of stiff cheery on the top.

"They are yours to do as you please~"

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[To Be Continued]

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