Chapter 351: Yellow Sea
When I talked reason into Martha’s head, showing her that there was a way forward, one that didn’t involve violence, killing, and hiding though the woman had returned with me, her feelings toward me had been far from peaceful, not even remotely close to neutral.
Nadia, out of self-preservation that day, had declined to follow us back home. A tense air hovered above the three of us as we sat in the car.
On that day, I could honestly say I wasn’t sure what mountain Martha’s mind would settle us on. But today, the fact that the mother and her daughter still stayed in the house I had bought for them calmed the storm in my heart.
Whatever came next, I could handle.
The current situation now was that Martha was pissed that, in the last few days, I had made contact with her daughter and not her. In essence, she was jealous and I wondered how to milk this.
"True, she’s the one I informed that I’d be coming over, but in the end, you’re the one I decided to talk to first."
My lines were good, but Martha raised her brow, not hiding the distrust in my words.
"You’re only here because I’m the one who answered the door."
Done with my lies, the MILF turned back to her cartoon, taking out utensils, but I remained standing behind her, not lost for words.
"Are you sure about that? I could see you swinging the spatula like a sword before I came in. I guess whatever movie you watched last night was a buster."
Martha paused.
"I didn’t watch any movie last night."
"Okay, but you admit to playing around with the spatula."
As I began speaking, I slowly walked up to the woman, and by the time I finished, my arms gently wrapped around her waist my taller frame embracing her shorter but endowed figure.
A small tremble went through Martha as I held her, and she didn’t bother hiding the heavy breath that left her.
"You are very much my baby, same as Valera.
I thought of your body as I slept last night and wondered what food you cooked this morning."
"Yet I got no orders to make breakfast for a certain billionaire," the blessed mother retorted.
"A certain billionaire? I’m your man, your soon-to-be husband. I shouldn’t have to ask you to make me a meal."
My voice went husky as I said those last words. And aside from my cock, which, despite its earlier conquest, was hardening and pressing against Martha’s rump, my right hand slipped underneath the waistband of her tights.
"No panties," I whispered into Martha’s left ear, loving how the woman leaned into me, pressing her big ass against my boner and moving my left hand from her waist to her left breast.
With no obstruction, my hand made its way down to Martha’s cunt, cupping her well-shaved slit. As I rubbed and slipped a finger in, the woman moaned and reached back for my head with her right hand.
"Already wet," I whispered.
"You neglected it for a while, remember."
Martha spoke in a tone full of desire, and I couldn’t stop the flood of blood rushing to my dragon.
As I added a second finger, the woman pulled harder on my head, her fingers massaging my scalp.
My breathing grew heavier, and I was already thinking about how to get my dick out and have the woman suck me when...
The world went dark.
I opened my eyes to find myself on a yellow sea. The sky was bright and yellow, and far beneath the water flowed what looked like magma.
Immediately, I was confused, looking left and right, wondering where I was. But then, as I attempted to move my limbs, I became aware of my raised arms.
When I looked up, my eyes widened as I found myself carrying a large brown rock, its size dwarfing mine.
When I registered the rock, just then it was given weight, and immediately my face tightened, my arms and legs tensing as I found myself lifting several tons.
"Where am I?" I cursed internally.
"Echo."
To my relief, I made contact with my Psion, fully employing my scouting technique. But then my face paled when, for more than two kilometers, I found that nothing about my environment had changed.
"Where am I?" I silently questioned, more desperately this time.
I didn’t understand how I could possibly be standing on water. I increased the strength in my arms, planning to throw the rock away, but it suddenly more than doubled in weight, my knees nearly giving out.
"You’re quite strong," a sweet female voice sounded from in front.
Martha stood before me, arms crossed.
I didn’t understand how she could have gotten in front of me without me even noticing, but that was beside the point in my current situation.
"Where are we?"
"Your first words aren’t even a please. Guess I’m going soft."
As she finished speaking, not only did the weight above me increase, but its body temperature shot far above 100.
The smell of burnt flesh hit my nose, and while my mind was in agony from the burn, my body was being crushed under the weight.
"Not yet on your knees?"
I thought the woman would increase the weight again, as she had before, but instead, the sound of something heavy falling from the sky reached my ears.
Looking up, I spotted another rock similar to the one I was carrying, headed straight for me.
A thought entered my head, and Martha saw fit to bring it out into the open.
"Not necessarily. If you can withstand the falling weight, you’ll be okay. You’ll just fall to your knees and suffer a lot more.
If you can’t withstand it, though, you might go boom."
Looking at the falling boulder, I held myself from swallowing, focusing on Martha who maintained a staunch, domineering expression as she stared at me.