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"Ah, you want to have sex with your mother!?" Alan laughed.

"Nu uh, nigga. Kneel and lick your mother's juice and clean the floor with your tongue..." Alan added.

"That's the best you can do."

"What!? Lord, no! I'm not a floor cleaner!" The boy exclaimed.

"You are a floor cleaner, my boy. Kneel down and lick it," Alan ordered.

The boy's face turned red in shame and embarrassment. "But Lord, that's… that's disgusting! It's my mother's… you know," he protested.

"Do it. Kneel down and lick your mother's whore juice mixed with my cum off the floor. And if you refuse, I will throw you in the slave market," Alan ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"But…" The boy started to protest again, his face flushed with shame.

"Do it," Alan repeated firmly.

"Mother… please. Don't make me do this," the boy pleaded.

"Sorry, son. But Lord has spoken. You must obey," the mother replied softly.

The boy reluctantly got down on his knees, his face burning with embarrassment. He looked at the puddle of his mother's fluids on the floor, mixed with Alan's cum, and felt his stomach churn.

"Go on. Lick it. Clean the floor," Alan urged.

Hesitantly, the boy lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, slowly bringing it closer to the puddle on the floor. He could smell the strong scent of his mother's arousal and the musk of Alan's cum, the smell making him feel lightheaded and nauseous.

He closed his eyes and finally touched his tongue to the fluid. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced before—salty, musky, and slightly bitter. It made his face scrunch up in disgust, but he forced himself to keep licking, determined to obey Alan's command.

As he licked the floor, trying his best to clean up every last drop, the boy could feel his cheeks burning with shame. He glanced up at his mother, who was still lying on the table recovering from their recent intercourse, and saw the mix of pity and apology in her eyes.

"Good boy. Keep going," Alan praised, watching with amusement as the boy reluctantly continued to clean the floor with his tongue. "Make sure you get every last drop. Your mother's pussy juices are precious, and you wouldn't want to waste any of it."

The boy nodded slightly, not daring to speak as he focused on his task. His tongue moved slowly over the cold stone floor, gathering up the sticky, viscous fluid. With each lick, he could feel the texture of his mother's juices and the thickness of Alan's cum, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

After a few more minutes of diligent work, the boy finally managed to clean up most of the fluid from the floor. His tongue felt dry and sour, and his stomach churned with nausea from the taste and smell.

No cap, it was very bad.

"Hngh… Done…" He croaked, sitting back on his feet and looking up at Alan with watery eyes.

Alan nodded, seemingly pleased. "Not bad. You're a good floor cleaner. Maybe you have a future as a cleaner after all." He teased.

"Hehe... As a reward I will give you chance to spank your mother twice, slap her buttcheeks as hard as you can, and praise her for being a good whore to lord..." Alan added.

"Wh-what!?" he wanted to slap his mother's fat juicy buttocks.

"can I really spank her!?" He asked in confusion.

"Of course! She is a whore after all, and whores need to be spanked to remind them of their place..." Alan smirked, enjoying the boy's confusion.

"But... but she's my mother!" the boy protested, looking conflicted.

"And she's a whore. Now come here and do it," Alan ordered, motioning for the boy to approach the table where his mother was still lying.

The boy hesitated, feeling torn between obeying Alan and his own sense of right and wrong. But with a deep breath, he finally moved closer to his mother, his face burning with shame and uncertainty.

"Son… it's okay. You can do it. I deserve it for being such a slut," his mother said softly, looking at him with a mix of embarrassment and encouragement. "I want you to do it, son. It will be our secret."

"Really?" The boy asked uncertainly.

"Yes, really. Now go ahead. Spank me for being such a desperate whore," she said.

The boy swallowed hard, steeling himself. With a trembling hand, he raised his palm and brought it down on his mother's buttock with a loud smack.

Smack!

His mother yelped in surprise, her body jolting slightly from the impact. "Ahhh! Hnnng!" she cried out.

"Mother you are a very good slut... A perfect whore... A pussy meant to entertain lord,"

Smack!!!

"Mother... How was it?... How did it felt when Lord stretched your pussy... Did lird used your pussy well!?"

The boy said as he brought down his hand again.

This time, he put more force into it.

"Ah! Oh my! Son, you're getting good at it!" she exclaimed, feeling a strange mix of pain and arousal. "Now, praise me like a good whore," she added.

"Y-yes, mother. You're a very good whore. Lord used you well. You pleased him with your slutty pussy," the boy said, his face flushing with embarrassment as he spanked her again.

Smack!!!

"Hnngg! That's right! Keep going, son! Spank your whore mother harder!" Alan encouraged from where he was watching, enjoying the scene unfolding before him.

The boy continued, his initial hesitation melting away as he focused on the task. With each spank, he could feel his mother's flesh jiggle under his hand, and he found himself getting more and more into it.

Smack!! Smack!!

"Mother, you are a good pussy whore. You are lord's cumdump," the boy continued.

"You're a desperate whore for lord."

"Mother your ass is very fat... Ahh, so good..."

"Mother, mother, mother you are a very good fuckable woman..."

"Keep going, son," his mother moaned.

"I am a desperate slut for Lord's cock." She whimpered. "I am a desperate cumslut for lord..."

She couldn't believe she was enjoying this, but the mix of pain, humiliation, and arousal was intoxicating.

As the spanking continued, the boy found himself becoming more and more aroused by the experience. The sight of his mother's reddening buttocks and the sound of her moans was affecting him in a way he hadn't expected.

Finally, after several more spanks, the boy stopped, his hand stinging and his mother's buttocks glowing red.

"Good job," Alan praised. "You're a natural at it. Maybe you have a hidden talent for disciplining whores."

The boy blushed at the praise, feeling a mix of pride and shame. "Thank you, Lord," he said, looking at his mother with newfound respect and confusion.

His mother smiled weakly at him, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you for spanking me, son. It was... enlightening," she said softly.

"You were a good boy, son. Now, how about we all clean up and get some rest?" Alan suggested.

"Yes, please. I think I need some rest after all that," the mother agreed.

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By the time dawn crept over the horizon, she was lying sprawled on the sheets after two more rounds, her breathing heavy but steady. The dark nihilism in her eyes had dimmed, replaced by a faint glimmer of vitality.

[Goth Woman's ( Nima) Stats!]

STR: +400

AGI: +400

INT: +400

SPIRIT: +400

Her body had already begun to change, the frail edge melting away into new strength. She stared at her hands like they belonged to someone else.

"…This is… power?" she whispered.

This all came from Alan's seed.

She didn't noticed yesterday but she even received a skill.

The fertile womb ( passive skill )

- Every childbirth has a chance to produce two or more children.

As for her pregnant status: Fertilized.

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Morning

Alan's next stop was Miri, the thin assassin.

She was outside in the courtyard, awkwardly holding a practice dagger. Selene stood nearby with crossed arms, clearly unimpressed.

"She's hopeless with her stance," Selene muttered.

Alan walked over, taking the dagger from Miri's trembling hands. "Relax your shoulders. Bend your knees. Stop holding the blade like you're afraid it'll bite you."

He moved behind her, guiding her posture until the weapon was steady. Miri's cheeks burned, she wasn't used to anyone touching her without cruelty.

Alan gave her a few pointers and told her that once she gains a little weight and becomes healthy he will take her virginity.

After that, he went to have breakfast.

It seems more and more portals have appeared.

And surprisingly there is a rumor spreading that monsters are using modern weapons like guns.

Of course, modern weapons were useless. No cap, but a magician with all his stats over 800+ can literally wipe out the American army with a single snap of his fingers.

Jets!? Missile!? All useless.

'Could these be the same type of monsters that I faced that day!?' Alan thought while reading the newspaper and drinking tea.

He didn't know newspapers existed in this world but it seems it does.

But it is expensive and only nobles and merchants have access to it.

It costs 60 gold coins to buy a newspaper subscription for 1 month.

1 newspaper is roughly around 2 gold coins.

"Master... Do I need to train the new save that Madam Vale requested!?" Lyra asked.

She herself had obtained 800 stats points and next time she meets her husband, she would beat him and force him to watch as Alan fuck her pussy mercilessly.

Needless to say, she is fertilized too.

Kids, kids, and kids.

The wise one used to say, The greater the roots, the stronger the tree.

Alan plans to create a dynasty. A family that would last for eternity.

An empire that would span across time.

Where all women will be wives and all life will be his kids. Yeah, everything that is a life shall come from his semen.

The true male god. The true breeder. The ultimate semen provider.

It may not be the great American dream, but it is definitely a great dream.