Damien moved stealthily like a shadow, making sure each of his steps were deliberately silent as he made his way toward the kitchen.

It was almost like he was stalking a prey, and his lips curled into a faint smirk, anticipation pulsing in his chest with every step closer.

The door to the kitchen was only slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling through the crack.

Damien reached out, fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the wood, and then pushed—slowly, carefully, with a measured patience that allowed the hinges to creak the barest bit.

The sound was faint, easily lost beneath the faint bubbling from the pot on the stove and the occasional hiss of oil. Claire, standing at the counter, didn't notice.

She was completely engrossed in what she was doing, stirring gently with one hand while leaning forward to check the contents of the pot.

Her focus was absolute, her movements graceful in their own absentminded way.

The sweet, savory aroma of meat was even stronger here in the kitchen, thick in the air, making Damien's stomach rumble faintly—but his hunger wasn't for food.

His gaze locked on her form instantly.

Claire was bent slightly over the counter, one hand resting on the edge for support while she peeked into the steaming pot beside her.

From behind, the view was nothing short of sinful. Her short, light gown clung to her in a way that left little to the imagination, doing absolutely nothing to hide the curve of her body.

Her hips were tilted back from the way she leaned forward, and her huge ass jutted out enticingly, round and perfectly shaped.

The fabric of the gown had ridden up just a little with her movements, leaving the lower curves of her thighs bare.

Damien's eyes drank in the sight of those thick, milky white thighs, their smoothness glowing in the light.

The way her gown framed the full expanse of her buttocks made them look even more obscene, the soft globes seeming to jiggle subtly with the smallest shift of her weight.

His jaw went slack without him realizing. It didn't matter that he had already claimed her once—if anything, that memory only fueled the heat burning inside him.

'Even though I've fucked her once,' he thought, pupils dilating as he stared, I still can't comprehend how incredibly sexy she is.

The sight of her like this, unguarded, bent forward with that perfect ass practically begging to be touched, was too much for his body to ignore.

A sharp throb stirred in his pants, and within moments his cock was pressing hard against the fabric, straining to be freed.

The arousal hit him fast, making his breathing heavier, his chest rising and falling with restrained hunger.

His tongue flicked out across his lips, wetting them as he savored the view.

A spark of mischief and desire lit in his eyes, the kind of glint that promised trouble.

He shifted forward one step, then another, his movements smooth and deliberate as he closed the gap between them.

Slowly, carefully, Damien crept closer to her from behind, every muscle in his body taut with anticipation of what he was about to do.

Without hesitation, Damien moved in, closing the remaining distance in a single fluid motion.

His hands slid firmly around her waist, pulling her back into him as he hugged her from behind.

His chest pressed into her slender back, his breath warm against the side of her neck.

But what made her entire body stiffen in that instant wasn't his embrace—it was the unmistakable hardness pressing against her ass.

His cock, already straining at full mast, now rested squarely against the curve of her jutting rear.

The thick, throbbing bulge pushed firmly into her soft flesh through the thin fabric of her gown, making the contact all the more obscene.

"Ah—!" Claire gasped in shock, her whole body jerking slightly at the sudden intrusion.

Her head whipped around, her lips parting as if to protest, but the moment she caught sight of his face, her tension wavered.

Those piercing eyes, that faintly smug smile—it was Damien. Her lips trembled as she muttered softly, "D-Damien…?"

Her voice carried both surprise and something else—a faint, unsteady note that betrayed how shaken she was.

Color bloomed instantly across her cheeks, spreading hot and uncontrollable. The flush deepened even more when she realized exactly what was poking against her from behind, its sheer size impossible to ignore.

The heat radiating from it seeped into her skin, making her knees feel weak.

Damien's arms tightened slightly around her waist, pulling her just a little closer into him, ensuring there was no mistaking what he was doing.

A smug smirk curved across his lips as he leaned down, his voice husky but teasing.

"Mom… you're just too sexy."

The words slipped into her ears like a forbidden caress, and Claire's breath hitched audibly.

Her chest rose sharply, the sound of her breathing unsteady as she blushed even harder.

Her heart pounded wildly inside her chest, every beat echoing in her ears as though trying to drown out what she was feeling.

Her hands trembled faintly where they rested on the counter.

She tried to ground herself, to hold onto something normal. Slowly, almost desperately, she turned her head back toward the pot on the counter, avoiding his gaze, as though pretending she was still completely focused on cooking.

The fire crackled faintly beside her, filling the silence.

The cooking methods of this world were crude compared to Earth's standards, a reminder of where they were.

Deep holes had been carved into the stone counter, designed to hold layers of charcoal and firewood.

Flames flickered within, the wood crackling as it burned.

Thick stakes of firewood had been placed across the top, acting as a makeshift stand for the pot.

Above, the ceiling had a roughly cut hole that connected to a chimney, allowing smoke to escape in thin, wavering trails.

It was slow, inefficient, nothing compared to the modern stoves Damien knew, but for this world, it worked. For Claire, it was routine.

She clung to that normalcy now, as though it could save her from the warmth pressing against her back.

Her voice was soft, trembling as she spoke, her face still hot with embarrassment. "W-we can't do this now… the food."

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