My Family in the Novel?

"Come on, father" Elaniel coaxed, her voice weaving a sultry spell that lingered in the charged atmosphere. The air seemed to crackle with an electric energy as she beckoned me closer, her words a tempting invitation.

"She's all yours" she declared, her voice dripping with seduction, a declaration that hung in the air like an intoxicating promise.

As if to underscore her words, Elaniel's tongue sensually traced along the shell of Elowyn's ear, a tactile caress that amplified the intensity of the already charged moment.

In the midst of this sensual spectacle, a sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning.

'Shit! I'm fucking hard right now' I cursed internally, grappling with the unexpected arousal that surged through me.

The tendrils of black smoke Elaniel had released danced in the air, leaving me to question if it was some kind of potent aphrodisiac or a seductive enchantment.

My body, betraying my conscious control, moved almost involuntarily towards them, drawn by an irresistible force. The room seemed to narrow down to the three of us, the air thick with desire and anticipation.

The alluring look Elowyn gave me, coupled with the way she sensually opened her legs, stirred a potent desire within me.

It was perplexing how my body, despite having just experienced a moment of intimacy, was already gearing up for another round. The situation felt strangely convenient, prompting a mix of fascination and concern.

'I just came a moment ago, and now my body is ready for another round, as if nothing happened back at the dining hall'

Amidst the allure, a wave of conflicting thoughts surged. The realization dawned that the situation, while tempting, danced on the edge of ethical uncertainty.

Could I, in good conscience, engage in another intimate encounter with Elowyn given the circumstances? The looming question raised concerns about the potential ethical implications, making me ponder the fine line between desire and respect.

'If I fuck her isn't It basically rape at this point'

"Should I use my sister's authority to freshen my brain?" I pondered, considering the potential respite it could offer from the tumult of desire and uncertainty.

Yet, the way Elowyn looked at me seemed to implore an entirely different response.

She appeared almost desperate for a connection, and as I moved closer, a muffled voice reached my ears. "P-preshh hoo," Elowyn stammered, her eyes brimming with tears.

The plea was evident, a heartbreaking request that halted me in my tracks. Had I truly entertained the idea of taking advantage of this vulnerable moment? Regret and concern gnawed at me as I faced the realization that I might have considered an action that went against the essence of my mindset.

"P-Please no!" she managed to convey, her vulnerability laid bare. The weight of my intentions, whether influenced by external factors or not, struck me like a blow.

I questioned the authenticity of my desires, wondering if Elaniel's mysterious influence had clouded my judgment.

As I turned my gaze to the smirking Elaniel behind Elowyn, a surge of discomfort and realization washed over me.

It became clear that whatever Elaniel had produced had not only stirred desires but had manipulated my perception on the matter like a hypnosis spell which forces you to think that what you're doing is right.

Struggling to regain control of my thoughts, I sought solace in the idea of invoking my sister's authority. Yet, as I attempted to do so, an unusual resistance gripped me.

It felt as though my own body rebelled against the attempt, a peculiar consequence of the enigmatic black smoke that seemed to have a lingering influence over me.

The disconcerting effects of Elaniel's actions became more evident, and I could sense that breaking free from the unseen hold would not be an easy task.

The black smoke had woven an intangible web, clouded my judgment and resisted any attempts to assert my sister's authority. It was as if the very essence of my desires was entangled with the insidious influence, prolonging the struggle to regain control. Each moment felt like an eternity as I grappled with the mental haze that enveloped me.

After what seemed like an interminable internal struggle, I finally managed to summon my sister's authority.

It took a minute, but the realization that I had broken free from Elaniel's mysterious spell brought a wave of relief. The room, once cloaked in an unnatural haze, gradually began to clear, revealing the true nature of the situation.

Elaniel's confusion hung in the air like a palpable tension as I found myself caught in a moment of contemplation.

For a minute, all I could do was stare at Elowyn, the weight of the situation pressing upon me. Elaniel, with her eyes now glowing an even more intense shade of red, questioned my reaction.

"Do you not like my gift, father?" she inquired, her tone a mix of curiosity and something more ominous. A surge of unease coursed through me as I contemplated the potential consequences of my response.

'Shit, she's not going to attack me, right? Even worse, kill Elowyn?' The unsettling possibilities swirled in my mind, urging me to tread carefully in this precarious situation.

"N-no, I like your gift. In fact, I love it, but..." I interrupted, deciding to steer the situation in a different direction. Moving towards the bed, I gently pushed Elowyn aside and redirected my attention towards Elaniel. Leaning in, I went for a kiss, using the moment to distract her from any darker intentions.

"I'll save her for later. I want you first," I murmured, offering an excuse to divert Elaniel's focus away from Elowyn.

The kiss deepened, and it seemed she took the bait. A calculated move to ensure Elaniel's attention remained on me. as my plan worked, one of her tentacles gently lifted Elowyn into a seated position, skillfully roping her in place. Forcing her to watch us.

Elaniel's legs coiled around me, a seamless maneuver that shifted our positions, laying her on top of me. The transition was swift, and as if on cue, her black dress disintegrated like dissipating smoke.

In its absence, my eyes were met with the sight of her humongous mounds, the soft curvature accentuated by the subtle moonlight that filtered into the room.

The twin peaks of her breasts displayed a captivating allure, with pink nipples glistening in the gentle lunar glow.

Her gaze, filled with an intoxicating mixture of mischief and desire, locked onto mine.

A colossal smile adorned her face, the golden blonde tendrils of her hair cascading around her like a halo, and her crimson red eyes gleamed with an allure that was both captivating and enigmatic.

In that moment, an odd comparison crossed my mind - she resembled Aria, but with a sultry, mature twist.

It was as if Aria had transformed into a MILF, a notion that added an unexpected layer of complexity to the encounter.

'Fuck, she's so hot,' I thought, an involuntary response that surged through me. My body seemed to act on its own accord, the magnetic pull of desire guiding my hands to squeeze her breasts.

Without hesitation, I indulged in the sensual exploration, and Elaniel's reaction was immediate.

"Ah!" she exclaimed, a melodic sound of pleasure escaping her lips.

The sensation beneath my touch was divine, the softness on par with Elena's, if not surpassing it.

'My hands are practically sinking'

The allure was undeniable, and my hands instinctively gravitated towards Elaniel's shoulders, a forceful gesture that urged her closer.

As I indulged in the intimate act of sucking her tits, reveling in the tactile pleasure of her nipples, an unexpected discovery caught my attention.

"Is this milk?" I inquired, momentarily breaking the rhythmic dance of desire that enveloped us. Elaniel's response held a hint of pride as she revealed the unique characteristic of her body.

"Yes, this body of mine actually produces milk without even being pregnant" she admitted, her voice tinged with a sensuous quality. A peculiar excitement surged within me as I considered the unconventional nature of the encounter.

"Father, please suck the other one as well," she urged, her plea punctuated by a mix of delight and anticipation. Eager to comply, I shifted my focus, taking the other breast into my mouth. The simultaneous pleasure of both nipples, combined with the natural lactation of her breasts, created an intoxicating blend that tantalized the senses.

"Mmh!" she moaned, a harmonious symphony of pleasure escaping her lips. The room seemed to pulsate with the rhythm of desire as I continued to savor the delectable experience.

My arousal surged, evident in the bulge that strained against my pants. The dragon within me yearned to be unleashed, and Elaniel, sensing its presence, responded with a provocative move. She sensually ground her lower half against the protrusion, the direct contact stoking the flames of desire.

In a swift motion that defied the eye's ability to register, Elaniel elevated herself slightly. In an instant, her tentacles moved with a speed beyond perception, leaving me completely exposed. A loud moan escaped her lips as my throbbing member entered her in the same breath, the intimacy unfolding with a seamless synchronicity.

"Ahmgh!" she moaned, the sound reverberating in the room. My pulsating cock found its way inside her, and the suddenness of the act triggered an involuntary release. The sensation was overwhelming as my essence spilled into her, the shared pleasure tangible in the air.

'Her pussy is practically eating my dick right now by the way it tightened reminiscent of a chewing mouth'

As my member nestled deep within her womb, her moans continued, the intimate connection heightening the passion between us. Elaniel, seemingly unfazed, remarked with a teasing tone.

"Oh, you came already, father? How cute~ Was my body too much to handle?"

"Yes," I responded without hesitation, a palpable tension lingering in the air. Seizing the moment, I took control, turning Elaniel around so that I was now the one on top.

With a deliberate move, I leaned in and captured her long elfin ear between my teeth, biting down gently before whispering, "Allow me to make it up to you."

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as I resumed my rhythmic pounding, a slow and deliberate pace that seemed to defy the natural ebb of energy.

Despite having climaxed, my stamina remained unwavering, an inexplicable endurance that heightened the intensity of the encounter.

Whatever enchantment or influence Elaniel had cast upon me, it manifested as an unrelenting source of pleasure, and in that moment, I embraced it without reservation.

The room echoed with a symphony of moans — a harmonious blend of pleasure and desire. Elaniel's impassioned cries intertwined with the rhythmic thrusts, creating a sensual cadence that enveloped us both.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Her moans reverberated in the quiet room, punctuating each thrust. On the side of the bed, Elowyn watched with intense desire, her own arousal evident as her senses heightened, as her pussy dampened.