My world to Free-use

**Chapter 235**

“But Jack…” Rayla said, confusion clear on her face, “Aren’t we already married?”

“What? You already married Mother?” Sandra asked, a little shocked.

“Before us?! Is Mother your favorite?!” Martha’s reaction was louder, though still contained.

“Only verbally,” I answered the two of them quickly before turning back to Rayla. “We must get officially married like this, Mother.”

“I see.” Rayla gave a simple reply and stepped forward, tilting her chin up and parting her lips, waiting to be kissed.

I guessed Martha was the only one in this world who truly took initiative. There was Elara as well, but she was nowhere near as natural at sex as Martha.

I leaned in and captured Rayla in a soft kiss. Not the deep, passionate clash I had shared with Sandra, nor the fierce battle of tongues I had fought with Martha.

A soft, sensual kiss.

My hands rose to her enormous, undefeated breasts, holding them gently and fondling their heavy weight. The twin peaks felt impossibly soft in my palms; treating them roughly would have been an insult to mankind itself.

I played with them slowly, caressing the warm flesh and feeling the hardened nipples press into the centers of my hands while our mouths remained joined.

“Mmm~~~”

Soft hums escaped her as we kissed, tongues brushing lightly without either of us forcing the other. It was almost like the gentle kiss a mother might give her child—only this one was far more obscene than any sweet scene like that.

My kiss with Rayla was not the longest, but it was certainly the one I loved most. Soft, gentle moans and quiet hums of pleasure slipped from her lips as our mouths moved together, tongues slowly exchanging saliva and swallowing without any hurry.

When the kiss finally ended, I looked at her and said,

“Congratulations, Mother. Now we are married.”

“Oh, Jack. I’m past the age of marrying, but I’m so happy.” Rayla smiled, a sweet expression lighting her face.

After I stepped back, Martha exploded into loud, enthusiastic clapping. Even Sandra joined in with lighter applause, as if her younger sister’s energy had compelled her into something childish.

“Now what?” Rayla asked, her tone suggesting she already suspected there was more to come.

“Now I fuck you all,” I replied.

“No. We first have to go to the church, pray, and offer our blood to Kaya,” Sandra said, as if patiently guiding an ignorant fool.

“What? Why?” I asked.

“So you can have children. Mother and I cannot, but you and Martha should. You can do it later, of course, but it is better to do it now. You can request children later when you have the gold to offer Kaya,” Sandra explained.

The heck?

“Sandra, do you mind explaining the whole process to me?” I asked, even as my cock throbbed in protest, screaming at me to fuck my new wives—who also happened to be my mother and sisters.

“Sure.” Sandra began to speak, but before she could get far, Martha dropped to her knees in front of me, took my cock into her mouth, and gave it a firm suck before letting it go with a wet pop. “I’ll play with your dick in the meantime, Jack.”

I wished I could drop everything and focus on Martha right then, but holding back for a little longer was necessary. I could not afford to miss anything crucial.

“I’ll join you,” Rayla said, sinking to her knees beside Martha and wrapping her hand around the base of my shaft, making restraint even harder.

“Haa…” Sandra sighed, clearly tired of her mother and sister’s behavior.

She turned her full attention to me and continued, “I know you lost your memory, Jack, but you still need this basic knowledge.”

She launched into a brief explanation. “As you know, children come from the Temple of Kaya. When a man and a woman perform the union ceremony at the church or the temple itself, they also place a few drops of their blood into the chalice of offering.”

“It is said that is how the goddess recognizes us. Later, when one has gathered enough gold, they may request a child at the temple by offering the gold to Kaya. Kaya then creates a child in their image.”

It sounded more like genetic replication to me. She still had not explained how children were actually made. She called the place the Temple of Kaya, yet the system referred to it as the Temple of Creation. I wondered whether there was a real difference or simply a difference in how the people of this world viewed it.

Slurp…

Damn. Martha was making concentration extremely difficult.

“Is that all?” I asked.

“Yes,” Sandra replied.

“Then please get on your knees as well, Sandra,” I said. I pulled back, withdrawing from Martha’s small, eager mouth that seemed determined to suck my soul out through my cock, and from Rayla’s gentle hand that had been massaging the base of my shaft.

“Mmmm?” Martha looked up at me with a confused expression, but I did not focus on her.

Instead, I gave them their next instructions. “Stay on your knees next to each other and raise your heads. Open your mouths wide and stick your tongues out.”

They obeyed at once. Martha was the fastest. The other two followed her lead, kneeling side by side with their heads tilted up, and their tongues extended.

The sight was intoxicating.

Bring a monk or even a eunuch here, and I guarantee neither would have been able to hold back.

Looking at them like that—on their knees, mouths open and waiting to welcome my filth into their pristine, beautiful mouths—made my cock jump with both bliss and protest.

I stepped forward and began with Sandra. “Don’t close your mouth around my cock, Sandra. Just loosen your throat.”

Sandra nodded with her tongue still out, which was enough for me to start. I gripped my cock and tapped it a few times against her tongue before resting the heavy length on it. The weight pressed down on the soft pink surface, and I slid forward with ease, aided by the saliva already dripping from her open mouth and hanging tongue.

My cock sank deep before meeting the barrier of her throat. The inside of her mouth was warm and slightly slimy. The lack of suction was a pity, but it did nothing to lessen the pleasure.

I pushed forward and felt the head poke against her throat, which tightened slightly around the glans.

“Loosen up, Sandra,” I whispered gently. She made a soft, lewd sound in response.

There was not much progress in opening her throat, but it was enough for me to ease forward carefully.

Fuck…

Entering her throat required real force, and the process was no easier on me. I felt ready to explode the moment I pushed inside.

Thankfully, I managed to seat myself fully before that happened. My balls came to rest against her chin as she made wet gagging sounds. Her throat reflexively tried to expel the foreign object, fighting to push the thick length out of her beautiful throat.

But Sandra herself did not want that. She worked to relax her throat as best she could, eventually managing to accommodate my full length.

Once she was ready, I began to move.

Sliding out of her throat and pushing back in was an experience beyond words. It was simply…

Otherworldly.

The pleasure was intense. I felt the strong urge to release everything I had been holding back straight into her mouth.

I fucked her throat steadily while she struggled to adjust, producing wet, gurgling sounds as she gagged around the thick intrusion.

“Glug!!!”

“Slurrghh!!”

“Glooggh!!”

“Glopp!!”

I was not rough or fast with her. Tonight was about being gentle. After all, it was our wedding night—the night of romance.

And what could be more romantic than cumming inside your sister’s throat while she swallowed every drop?

“Get ready, Sandra. I’m about to cum in your mouth,” I warned her. She made an uncertain “Umpgh?!” sound, as if the word itself was unfamiliar.

What a blunder. I had never taught them even the most basic terms.

Well, there was no better time to learn than through practical experience.

“Argh…”

I groaned as her throat tightened around me at exactly the right moment. I thrust fully into her mouth, balls resting against her saliva-slick chin, and released everything straight into her stomach.

“Glug!!”

“Glurrg!!”

“Slurghh!”

Miraculously, Sandra expelled none of it. She swallowed every last drop.

When I pulled out, she breathed heavily for several moments, hungrily drawing in air while my cock softened back to a mere stub.

I was more interested in her reaction than in hardening again, and she did not disappoint.

“As always…” Sandra said, eyes glassy and slightly teary, face a mess of her own saliva, “it’s delicious.”

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