My All Powerful System

Ding!

The small blue thing on the door rang as the maid outside pressed on it. Isabel, who was about to sleep, got up from her bed and walked towards the door. Her hair was down, her silk robe loose around her.

”What is it that you’re disturbing me this late?” her tone was annoyed. There was exhaustion in it. Ever since she hasn’t heard from Lynx, she has been really sad, angry, frustrated.

”I’m sorry Lady Isabel, but Master Lynx is outside the door right now,” the maid said with her head low. Her voice was shaking a little.

Isabel was stunned for some seconds. Her heart stopped. Then started beating way too fast.

”Are you serious? You know the consequences of lying to me, right?” Her voice cracked on the last word.

”Yes Lady Isabel, I’m serious.”

Isabel bolted out of the room. She didn’t even grab slippers. She has no reason to believe the maid is lying. They can’t lie to her. Especially with Lynx’s name. Her chest felt tight as she ran down the hall.

She arrived at the door and opened it.

She froze.

It was him. Her sweet boy. Lynx.

His heterochromatic blue and silver eyes locked on her orange eyes. Those eyes that made her shiver anytime she looked at them. His ever out-worldly handsome face. His skin as fresh as ever, glowing faintly under the porch light. And that smile. That smile that can make even female gods wet.

Time stopped.

”L-Lynx,” Isabel whispered. Her voice broke. Tears were already pooling.

Lynx’s eyes softened. Emotions swirled in them. Guilt. Relief. Love. It has been so long since he has seen her beautiful face. She was still beautiful and hot as ever. Her silk nightwear doing nothing to hide her plump thighs, the curves of her hip, her soft big ass and her big bouncy breast, but he barely noticed that. All he saw was her.

”Aunt Isabel, I missed you,” Lynx covered the distance in two steps and embraced her.

Isabel hugged him more tightly. Like if she let go he’d disappear again. She started sobbing into his chest. Her shoulders shook.

”L-Lynx y-y-you’re b-back. You’re really here.” She could barely get the words out. Weeks of worry came out in that one hug.

”Yes I’m here Aunt Isabel, I’m not going anywhere,” Lynx murmured against her hair. His voice was rough. He held her like she was the only real thing in the world.

He could feel how much weight she’d been carrying. How many nights she probably cried. ”I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

Few Minutes Later

Isabel pulled back from the hug, but her hands were still gripping his shirt. She stared at Lynx’s face again, like she was memorizing every detail, making sure he was real.

Lynx reached up and wiped her tears from her eyes with his thumb. His touch was gentle. ”Don’t cry my beautiful Aunt Isabel, I’m never leaving you again.”

Isabel didn’t say anything anymore. She just nodded, tears still falling. Then she grabbed Lynx’s hand and started pulling him towards her room. Her grip was desperate.

Bam!

The door closed shut behind them. The sound echoed.

Isabel turned around and looked at him, his presence and charm making her pent up desires resurfaced.

Before she could think, she stepped forward and kissed Lynx. Deep, hard, desperate and passionately.

Lynx froze for half a second, then kissed her back. But he let her take the lead in the kiss. His hands came up to her back, steadying her.

”You don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” Isabel muttered to his mouth, lips still locked in the hard kiss. ”I’ve missed us. I’ve missed this.” Her voice was breaking between words.

Lynx’s chest tightened. He could taste the salt from her tears.

She pulled back, gasping for air, eyes wet and searching his.

Lynx reached for her hair and caressed it slowly. His fingers were warm.

”Aunt Isabel... I’ve missed you too,” he said softly. ”Every single day.”

The air between them was heavy with a strong desire for each other, with everything they hadn’t said. With all the nights apart. With the relief of finally being in the same room again.

Isabel let out a shaky laugh and buried her face in his chest again. ”Promise me,” she whispered.

”Promise what?”

”That you won’t disappear again.”

Lynx hugged her tighter. ”I promise.”

Isabel pulled away from Lynx chest and pushed him on the bed.

Isabel landed on top of him, her silk robe falling open, revealing the curve of her breasts, the pale skin of her thighs. Lynx’s hands found her waist instinctively, fingers pressing into the soft flesh.

”Aunt Isabel~”

”Don’t talk.” Her voice was rough and desperate. ”Just... don’t talk.”

She kissed him again, and this time there was nothing gentle about it. Her tongue pushed past his lips, tasting him, claiming him. Her hips ground against his, and he felt himself harden beneath the thin fabric of his trousers.

Lynx’s hands slid up her back, pulling her closer. The silk of her robe was warm against his palms, and beneath it, her skin was hot. She moaned into his mouth, and the sound went straight to his cock.

Isabel broke the kiss, panting hard. Her orange eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. She sat up, straddling his hips, and looked down at him. Her hair fell around her face in blonde waves, and her chest heaved with each breath.

”You’ve gotten bigger,” she said, her voice coming out as a whisper. Her hands found the hem of his shirt. ”More Stronger.”

She pulled the shirt up, and Lynx lifted his shoulders to help her. The fabric came off, and she tossed it aside. Her gaze traveled down his chest, his abs, the V of his hips. Her breath caught.

”Gods,” she breathed. ”What happened to you out there. You got even more hotter than before”

Lynx didn’t answer. He reached up and pulled the tie of her robe. The silk fell open, and she was naked beneath it. Her breasts were full, her nipples hard, her skin glowing in the amber lamplight.

She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful.

”You’re staring,” she said, but there was no accusation in it. Only heat.

”You’re worth staring at.”

Isabel’s lips parted. Then she leaned down and kissed him again, softer this time. Her breast pressed against his chest, and he felt her nipple harden against his skin. His hands found her waist, then slid up to cup her breasts.

She gasped into his mouth. He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and she arched into his touch, a low moan escaping her throat. Her hand slid down his stomach, past his navel, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.

She paused, then she looked at him.

”Is this...”

”Yes.” His voice was hoarse. ”It’s yes.”

She undid his button with trembling fingers. Pulled down the zipper. Her hand slipped inside, finding him hard and waiting. Her fingers wrapped around his length, and she let out a shaky breath.

”Lynx...”

She pushed his trousers down his thighs, and his cock sprang free glowing faintly like his body. Big, thick and veined. The tip glistening in the dim light.

Isabel’s mouth went dry. She had imagined this. Dreamed of it many times. But the reality was so much more.

She lowered herself, her lips brushing against his tip. A soft kiss. Then another. Her tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his pre-cum.

Lynx’s hands fisted in the sheets. She took him in her mouth. The heat of her tongue, the wetness of her lips. It was almost too much.

She moved slowly at first, taking only the tip, teasing him with her tongue. Then she sank deeper, taking him to the back of her throat.

”Fuck,” Lynx breathed. His hips bucked involuntarily.

Isabel hummed around him, and the vibration sent a shudder through his entire body. She moved faster now, her head bobbing up and down, her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, stroking in rhythm with her mouth.

He watched her. Her blonde hair spilling across his thighs. Her orange eyes looking up at him, wet and wanting. Her lips stretched around his cock.

The sight was obscene... and perfect.

”Aunt Isabel,” he groaned. ”I’m close.”

She didn’t stop. She took him deeper, her throat swallowing him, her tongue working his shaft with practiced skill. He came with a gasp, his release spilling down her throat, and she swallowed every drop, her eyes never leaving his.

She pulled back, her lips glistening. A trail of his cum lingered at the corner of her mouth, and she wiped it with the back of her hand, then licked her fingers clean.

’I came less than 10 minutes, I’ve been really bricked up since I came back’ Lynx thought.

”You taste so good,” she said.

Lynx reached for her. ”My turn.”