Zell followed closely behind Cryska in the night. His eyes scanned the shadows dancing around them in the dim light. Despite his exhaustion and the tension in his body, he could not look away from Cryska's attractive figure as she walked ahead.
pαпᵈα-noνɐ1·сoМ 'Her ass is the biggest I have ever seen in my life… The way it sways is magical!'
[Oi, don't stare at that slut, I can show you the world's meatiest ass, far beyond all other goddesses!] (Yanfra)
'Oh? Can I touch it too? Otherwise, I can play with this one here now.'
[Hah! What are you t-talking about? O-of course you can!]
He watched as her hips swayed with each step, the fleshy ass under her thin clothes shook from each side, drawing his gaze like a magnet. Cryska knew precisely what she was doing. 'Ah, this cute boy is watching my ass! Fufu, what a cute boy! Let's give him a little gift.' So she made sure to put an extra swing in her hips and changed her gait as she walked, knowing full well that Zell was watching her meaty ass shake.
"Cryska, they did not hurt you tonight, right?" He asked, his eyes closed to control the demonic lust that filled him. Tonight, he would make Anya disabled for sure.
"Fufu, don't worry, just a few scrapes and bruises."
"Do you need my help to clean them?"
"Oh, my? Would you like to help?" She replied in a pleasant tone.
"Of course!" Zell's voice with a strong insistence.
"My my, they are on my ass, you know? Are you excited? Want to touch mommy's ass?"
"Ugh!" He spat out some blood; this woman was a naturally seductive fox!
[Hmph! Little bitch, don't let me find you in a dark alley! I'll shove a rock in your cunt!] (Yanfra)
Zell giggled and found it amusing that this divine cat was jealous of a human woman. He shook his head and returned to silence, his lust and boiling demon blood now under control. 'Thanks, my cute Yanfra!'
[Hmph!]
They spoke little as they walked, both lost in their thoughts. Zell was still trying to shake off the remnants of the adrenaline that had pumped through his veins during the confrontation earlier that night. Cryska, on the other hand, was still feeling a little fear and trying to quell the burning lust towards this young boy inside her. She just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
They made their way through the back streets and dark passages. It took them some time because of all the small passages and bins left in the alley. It was a long and winding path, but eventually, they found themselves standing in front of Cryska's apartment building.
'It's not the kind of place I imagined such a beautiful woman, with a clean and elegant look to live.'
The street was called Anderson Street. One that was only a short distance from Zell's home on Belmont Road. Despite the proximity, the two neighbourhoods couldn't have been more different.
Anderson Street was a rundown and decrepit street with poor upkeep. Belmont Road, on the other hand, was a well-maintained and affluent neighbourhood. With mansions and impeccable lawns. However, Zell didn't earn enough money to cover the property fees and bills to live a good life in his last one.
'I hope he is okay with the state of our place.'
Cryska fumbled with her keys as they stood outside her apartment building, finally unlocking the door and pushing it open. Zell followed her inside, his senses still on high alert as he scanned the dimly lit hallway. He could smell the light scent of garbage and rotten food from some rooms near hers.
"It's not much," Cryska said apologetically as she led the way up the creaky stairs to the second floor. "But it's home."
Zell nodded, not paying attention to his surroundings as he followed her. He was still lost in thought, replaying the night's events. His vision blurred as he felt a deep sense of fatigue.
They reached Cryska's apartment, and she pushed the door open, flipping on the light switch as they entered. Zell's eyes narrowed as he took in the small but well-decorated room. It was sparsely furnished, but the furnishings were of high quality, the black leather sofa in the corner by the window.
Toward the centre of the room was a lovely wooden table with a large television. Cryska seemed to have worked hard for her daughter's sake. He admired the efforts of this woman.
The kitchen was to the right and clean, with a few bottles on the side and bread left open. He imagined her daughter did that. However, otherwise, it was fully furnished with decent mid-tier brand-named items, and it was clear she worked hard. He realised this was not an older sister but a mother after seeing her a little younger with a cute little child.
"I know it's not much," Cryska said, noticing the look on Zell's face. "But it's all I can afford right now."
Zell sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt as he looked at Cryska. Her eyes looked ashamed, but he didn't mind that she was not as rich as his parents. It was all inherited, after all. He knew she struggled to make ends meet, working long hours at a j; that barely paid minimum wage.
"I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. "It was rude of me to stare, although I cannot lie and say it's big. I can feel your efforts to make it this good." Zell walked over to the area with the television and sofa; he knew it was rude but, honestly, was too tired to care.
He flopped down on the sofa and sank into the comfortable leather. His head snapped back as his black hair draped over the back. Cryska smiled at the man whose face and figure were finally revealed. A young male with long, silky black hair and tight muscles. He wore a white t-shirt and black pants.
'Look at that bulge… How about you let mother grab a small taste?'
"Haah! It's so good to be home!"
Cryska let out a loud sigh as she flopped beside him, her breasts shaking from the impact. Her eyes also closed as she leaned against the backrest. She thought about how lucky tonight was for her. Imagine he didn't show up. Would she be dead now? 'I don't know, but it's scary to think about. He can teach me about that power I used, right?'
The time moved along slowly, and both fell into a light sleep. Only the sounds of their soft breaths and slight snores filled the room. She eventually fell onto his shoulder and hugged his arm while he pushed her down and lay beside each other on the deep sofa.
[Haah! Stupid Cryska and her fat chest.]
[I cannot help it. You always met him, even if I tried to part you both, anyway.]
[Oh? Anya just left his house and is coming home! Haha! I cannot wait to see this!]
Meanwhile, a few hundred metres away, Anya skipped down the road in a heavy black fur coat which was Zell's, but she stole it because it contained his scent. Her little feet skittered along the road as she noticed the light wasn't on and worried.
Her mother usually came home, for now, so she hurriedly opened the door with her key and dashed upstairs. Anya almost felt it on her face several times before the key wouldn't open the lock properly as she fumbled and almost hyperventilated.
'Those bastards aren't here yet, right? Those monsters will take months!'
Anya pushed open the door with all her power, and it slammed.
"Mother!!!"
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