Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 4: You Can Call Me Mom! (R-18)

With a dramatic spin, Mithras turned 180, directly bowing at the newcomer. A 1.72-m-tall woman stood before him. With bombastic curves that stood out in her close-fitting purple dress, mid-long hair tied in a chignon, and a captivating pair of light-brown eyes, that woman stood out like a walking succubus, tempting men with her milky skin and magnificent cleavage.

She was Cassandra, mistress of House Astalon.

One glance at her and Mithras's cock swelled in his pants, forming a bulging mast that aligned with his thigh. The Adamantine Dragon Horse inside of him boiled with desire—demanding that he stuff that woman's hole full of spunk. But the human part remembered the past, asking for revenge. Thankfully, the Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor enabled Mithras to stay composed and face the situation with a stoic look.

"My lady..." Mithras said in a calm and melodious voice. Standing at 1.86 m, even though he bowed at her, Mithras towered above Cassandra, something that she always enjoyed. With other men, Cassandra couldn't stand them being taller than her, but with Mithras, she enjoyed the sensation, finding pleasure in looking tiny before him.

Mithras didn't know that. But thanks to the Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor, he now understood what he didn't in the past: Cassandra wanted his schlong.

The way she devoured him with her eyes. The way her overbearing tone turned soft and mellow in his presence. The body language couldn't more obvious. For a while now, Cassandra's feelings towards Mithras had taken a perverted U-turn—filling her with the need to take his meat and milk to the deepest corners of her love tunnels.

Love or lust, it didn't matter. As long as Mithras could manipulate that desire, House Astalon would go from a golden cage to his personal turf.

"Mithras..." Cassandra repeated the same words. Her eyes glazed over, and she stepped forward, walking towards Mithras. With each one of her steps, Cassandra trembled—looking more vulnerable by the second. The matriarch's eyes stayed glued on Mithras, staring at the knife-shaped cuts in his tunic.

No scars remained to corroborate Arian's story. But with just one look at the cuts and tears, Cassandra could tell that Mithras had gone through untold abuse.

She didn't say another word, stopping before Mithras, and reaching for his cheeks.

"Mithras...I thought I'd lost you! I'm so sorry...for being late!" Lady Cassandra burst into tears.

By relying on his Wrathful God Fire alone, the original Mithras had the means to fight back and kill Arian—to say nothing of all the snake monsters he could summon at will. But because Cassandra used the Slave Seal to suppress him, he couldn't fight back, enabling Arian to slice him to death.

Of course, with Ishtar's life in Cassandra's hands, Mithras would have never dared to kill Arian. But he didn't have to go through what he did. And now possessed by remorse and guilt, Cassandra couldn't care less about the sorcery Mithras used to survive and recover from Arian's knives—focused only on the agony that her darling boy had gone through.

Worse, the true cruelty in all this...was that Mithras was dying already! Yes, just like his sister, Mithras ended up contracting the Sid Disease, a more terrifying and lethal form that would have killed him long ago if not for Cassandra's underground connections.

The condition had no cure, and it was precisely because she realized that she wouldn't be able to hold onto him for much longer that Cassandra became so possessive of Mithras.

The youth wasn't moved. House Astalon had no shortage of unstable psychopaths—one worse than the other. Cassandra cried today, but if he didn't play his cards right, tomorrow the Astalon matriarch could become the knife that detached his head from his neck.

'Too bad for you, my Protagonist Haki has awoken. Cassandra, you're already screwed, but you don't know it yet!' Mithras kept that thought to himself.

Cassandra grabbed Mithras' cheeks, and in that instant, a jolt of electricity coursed through her veins. Her body heated up, her cheeks flushing as her heart pounded in her chest.

"No...my lady. I should be thanking you—thanking you for being here for me. From the start, you've always been here for me. Helping me, providing for me, guiding me. Without you, I would have died on the streets—or worse! Yet, it's only now that I realize, that the thought of a future without you by my side...is an unbearable prospect.

Cassandra, you are the only mother I need, and the woman I desire." By relying on his top-tier acting skills and the Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor, Mithras said, and without hesitation, pulled Cassandra into a kiss.

At first, Cassandra was scared, seduced and excited by the electrifying sensation she felt upon touching Mithras's cheeks. The experienced warrior inside of her wanted to pull back. But the woman refused to let go, just wanting to enjoy her Mithras' touch.

Then those words came, and the kiss followed. Cassandra didn't have any doubt left, wrapping her slender arms around Mithras's neck, and pushing her lips into his. Their tongues locked and coiled, tangling in a passionate smooch. Mithras lacked experience, and so let the primal instincts inherited from his Adamantine Dragon Horse mutation take over, matching Cassandra's expert touch with contagious lust.

"Mhm..." the Astalon matriarch's breath grew louder, growing more ragged and hurried by the second. Her body heated up, becoming a mess of thirst and lust. Cassandra was at a loss. At the end of the day, she was a local powerhouse with over 120 years of body tempering at her back. So why was it that the most random of Mithras' moves made her feel like a horny teenage girl?

Unbeknown to the matriarch, Mithras' Human Aphrodisiac talent had kicked in. The longer they maintained contact, the more intense Cassandra's lust became. Her cunt turned moist, dripping with love juice that now trickled down her fleshly thighs.

"Mithras, you are mine—mine and mine alone! I...will never let go of you—ever again." Breaking the kiss, Cassandra threw Mithras onto the flowered ground, looking crazed and demented as she gasped for breath. Her eyes stretched to the limit, and like a predator latching on its prey, the Astalon matriarch pounced, straddling Mithras, and hiking up her skirt—slipping her panties to the side.

The serpent youth's heartbeat quickened. In his two previous lives, he had never found himself in anything close to this situation. A mix of nervousness and excitement pulsed in his chest. But even though he couldn't tell how well he'd perform, Mithras was ready to embrace the moment and soak his cock in Cassandra's moist cunt.

For a moment, the two stared at one another. Then Cassandra started fiddling with Mithras' pants, unbuckling the youth's belt. Mithras' pants dropped without resistance, revealing a domineering slab of meat that rose into the air, standing tall and proud like an invincible conqueror before the dripping Cassandra.

"It's...even bigger than I thought." In recent years, the Astalon matriarch had paid more attention to her golden child's assets, often spying on Mithras unbeknown to him. But in Cassandra's memory, Mithras' cock wasn't this big...and thick. Now the veins pulsed with lewd energies, as if ordering Cassandra to stick the dick inside her cunt and milk it till she was impregnated with quintuplets!

The thought made the Astalon matriarch's loins stir some more, and licking her lips in anticipation, Cassandra pressed her moist cunt on Mithras' erect shaft, stroking the youth's dominant shaft with her warm pussy.

"Ahh...my lady!" Having never experienced the sensation of warm, wet walls pressing on his cock, Mithras shuddered, moaning in bliss.

Cassandra didn't stop, dragging her slit up and down Mithras' shaft, and letting the thick meat-rod push through her walls as she rubbed up and down, enjoying the electrifying sensation offered by her Mithras' wonderful cock.

"No...call me...godmother.

Although we can't be lovers in the open...I will take you as my godson, offer you all my resources, and protect you from anyone...that would dare to offend you!" Cassandra pledged, and her voice and breath became an incoherent mess of moaning sounds, the Astalon matriarch rubbed faster on Mithras' cock, biting her lips as splashes of her love juice kept spilling on her young lover's abdomen!

"Yes...godmother!" Mithras gasped in bliss, and in that instant, Cassandra shuddered, her legs holding in suspension as her thighs shook in an orgasm. The pause didn't last, and hungry for the main course, Cassandra climbed on Mithras' cock, letting the dominant meat-stick push through her inner walls and sink into her cunt.

"Ohhh!" Mithras and Cassandra moaned in tandem. But little did the pair know that, as they engaged in raw intercourse, a pair of confused eyes had stumbled on the scene, watching them from the shadows.

<Ding! Ding! Ding!>

<The host has fornicated with a married woman!>

<Cassandra has embraced her love for the host!>

<Cassandra has been stolen from Duke Luther!>

<Cassandra's love for the host dominates her motherly instincts!>

<Hidden Quest: Two Lives of Pent-Up pleted!>

<...Reward!>

The system's voice echoed in Mithras's mind. But Mithras couldn't care less, grabbing Cassandra by the waist, and pumping his cock in her delicious cunt.