Evylia 05



Readers may refer to the earlier parts and Evylia for the introduction.
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Part IX

“I win! I win!” Lysia exclaimed and turned to Aria. Aria smiled in return and accorded a simple applause, while Mark watched with utter dismay. Aria then turned her attention to her sobbing son and gently pulled aside Lysia. She lifted her son and carried him in her arms to his room with Lysia trailing her. The movement caused Andre’s raging erection to subside but his dick was now firmly pressed against Aria’s breasts. This again caused his dick to rise which now pressed harder at Aria’s boobs. Aria, surprised, looked down to her son.
“Keep it down, little soldier” she said, half admonishingly.
“He can’t, can he? Not after what I did to him.” giggled Lysia, brimming with confidence as they entered Andre’s room.
Aria placed Andre on the bed and handed Lysia a tunic to wear.
“You shouldn’t have been so harsh, Lysia. Why did you humiliate him like that?” Aria demanded. She had covered the lower half of Andre in a blanket. The erection though was very much visible and she hoped it would subside in time, quite unsure of what she could do to help.
“It was so easy. I thought it wouldn’t be, Aunt. I wanted to show that I am a good fighter. I am sorry, I got a little carried away”, said Lysia softly.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you both too much” she said mischievously and gently pressed Andre’s penis.
“Hey, no!” laughed Aria as she drew Lysia’s hand away and looked at the rise in the bed sheet. 
“Mom!” cried Andre, clearly frustrated with all the ‘arousal controlling’. Tears again rolled down Andre’s eyes and he struggled to keep his erection from rising further. He just wanted the ladies to leave him in peace but the situation was merely getting worse.
“Go easy on him, Lysia” said Aria and proceeded to gently massage Andre’s balls. She had forgotten the state of arousal he was in and missed the expressions on Andre’s face completely.
“Mom, no! Please don’t do that!” shrieked Andre, fully aware of the consequences of this inappropriate touch.
Aria withdrew her hand immediately and saw the look of helpless desperation cover her son’s face. He was struggling to keep himself from coming in front of the two females. And they were making things worse for the hapless male.
“Just go, both of you. Leave me in peace! Bitches…Haven’t you done enough already?” cried Andre, frustrated.
“Andre! Take that back right now” shouted Aria even as Lysia started at Andre. 
“I don’t think you have learned your lesson well enough…” she stated, matter-of-factly.
Andre, wide with fear after the thumping defeat he had just had, jumped off his bed and scrambled to his mother. 
“Help, mom”
Lysia turned to Aria, who was now between her and Andre. “Move, Aunt Aria…he needs another lesson. I will thrash him and wank him to no end…” announced Lysia.
“No…Mom, help me please” begged Andre.
Aria laughed at the sight of the naked male begging for help and the small, clothed female charging at him. The scene reminded the warrior queen of her good old fighting days when men begged her to be left alone.
“Cut it out, kids. Mind that language Andre or next time I wouldn’t come in the way” warned Aria as she held Lysia by her arms and nudged Andre to the bed with her back. In the process, her beautiful butt connected with her son’s erect soldier and as she pushed to the bed, the contact intensified. Finally, she nudged a little harder so he could get on top of the bed. And that proved just enough!
Andre came hard just as his butt settled on the bed. He shot his load all over himself, the bed and worse, his mother’s exposed bare back! The deed done, his dick limped back to flaccidity.
“What the fuck…What was that Andre” demanded Aria.
Andre returned a sheepish look, tears continuing to stream down his cheeks. His worst day ever had just got worse.
“I am sorry, mom. I tried all I could…” he offered.
“And…And u came at you mother? You moron…” Aria said disgusted. She was aware of male tendencies in such situations, what with all the rubbing and the defeat, but felt Andre should have exercised more restraint; he was at fault.
Lysia had watched it all with a dazed look. Although she had threatened to wank the poor male to no end, it was, in fact, the first time she had seen the after-effects of the process. And was she pleased. As Andre recuperated, she smiled at his weakness. He was so helpless, she mused.
“You sick…” she started.
“Lysia, leave right now” commanded Aria, finally realizing her son needed help.
Lysia marched out of the room, disappointed at having missed out the rest of the show.
“I am sorry mom, but…” offered Andre, again. “It wasn’t my fault”
“Oh wasn’t it…It was mine right? I shouldn’t have saved your ass from Lysia.” shouted Aria.
“You wanted a fight; you got it and lost it so poorly that I felt sad. Is this all you have to offer? I taught the two of you equally well. Is this what you learnt? She may have crossed the line towards the end, but don’t you dare say it wasn’t your fault, son. Because it very well was. Learn to handle defeats, because I wouldn’t always be around to save you from Lysia. And, learn to respect your mother.” continued Aria as she led Andre to the bathroom. 
The dejected male followed his mother, taking it all in.
Once there, she left Andre to his task and moved away to strip and clean herself. As Aria tried to wash her back, Andre, done with his cleaning, watched in amazement at his mother’s splendid body. The majestic breasts strutted out and her torso rippled with well-defined muscles. The naked presence of the warrior queen re-stirred his loins. 
And as Aria turned to him, she saw her son’s soldier again at attention!
“Not again, Andre…Haven’t we had enough for a day? Get it down, now!” instructed Aria. She very well knew it wasn’t possible with her around, naked and all, but she wanted him to at least try so he could learn.
Andre tried to press and hold down his tool. Aria leaned forward, to assist him, but decided not to, lest it shoots up again. She lifted him and carried him to the bed, taking care to not touch him in the danger zone and carefully laid him down on the bed.
“Now listen Andre…I don’t want to know what you do and how you do it, but I don’t want you running around the palace with your pole swinging up and down. Better take good care of that thing, mister. Keep it in check. And please take care with Lysia. And for god’s sake, don’t piss her off!“ said Aria as she got dressed and left the room. She knew what would happen now and however revolting, she decided not to intervene. And moments after she left, Andre came all over again. The poor boy then got down and went to wash himself all over again. Once the process got over, he climbed back into the bed and continued to cry, pondering over the day’s events.
Aria went to Lysia’s room and saw her practicing sword fighting, naked. A true Vagina, she mused.
“Is he okay? How disgusting! He shouldn’t have done that.“ said Lysia as she saw her aunt walk in.
“Neither should have you. You shouldn’t take advantage of him just because you are stronger…”
“But he said I wasn’t, aunt. I had to prove it to him. That’s why I did that”
“Whatever. Apologize to him and make amends. As a warrior woman, you shouldn’t get carried away with your strength”
“Yes. I got it, aunt.”
“Good night, honey. It was a wonderful fight. You’ve made me proud!”
“Thanks, aunt”

Part X

Aria kissed her victorious disciple good night and left for the royal room, all excited at what was in store. She hoped the king would be ready for her. And as she entered the royal chambers, she saw that Mark was ready. He had stripped and was toying with himself on the floor beside the bed.
“My queen, I have been waiting. I am ready, please take me”
“Hold on to your horses. What a son you have, Mark. He’s in a mess. No wonder it took time.”
“Is he okay?”
“I guess. It will take time though…Come here, my king.”
Mark went to his queen, on his knees, his tool erect and swinging. He kissed her sex and gently removed her clothing.
He then began to eat her. He followed her to the bed, continuing to lick her deep and well, all through.
“You’ve learnt well, my king. Hmm…Hmm…Practice makes perfect!”
She then swung onto the bed and Mark assumed his usual position between her legs and carried on, like an artist.
Aria began to moan with pleasure at the sensual treatment and after a few minutes, reached her first orgasm of the night.
She got up, forced the king down and firmly grasped his tool. Her fingers covered the length of his shaft and started a rhythmic movement, swiftly moving up and down his penis. Mark became ecstatic as she got on top and was eager to receive the attention.
Just as he was about to come, Aria stopped her hand movement and guided his penis in sight of her depths. As the two organs met, the royal couple moaned with delight. In a few moments, she carried the king to a royal orgasm!
The couple lay back for sometime and carried on after resting. It was going to be one of those very long nights.
Elsewhere in the palace, others were getting ready for a meeting of their own. 
Lysia had stopped her practice after a while and had a long, warm bath. She contemplated on the day’s events and felt sorry for Andre. She felt elated at Aria’s words describing the latter’s pride at how she had effortlessly won the fight but felt she had indeed, got carried away and had to set things right.
She put on a light sheer gown and walked to Andre’s room. It had been an hour since she had left the room. She paused at the entrance, uncertain of what to say. She heard noises from the room and to her surprise, realized Andre was again up to something. And then she heard him moan and decided to enter the room. Andre was lying face down on the bed and jerking up and down. She could hear him mumble something but couldn’t grasp it.
“Andre…” she said softly, unsure of how else to draw his attention and moved towards the bed’s end.
The voice struck Andre hard. He stopped immediately and cursed his luck.
“Fuck! Not again…” he said, despairingly.
“Sorry for interrupting, but what were you doing?”
“That’s none of your business, Lysia. Please leave. You have done enough for a day. Else I will call mom…”
“But I have decided to make it my business, cuz. And trust me, you don’t have a choice. Stop being a wimp and begging for mom”
“Fuck off”
“Now listen here, dickhead. Stop pissing me off. Don’t make me do it all again. I am just here to apologize”
“Take it with you and shove it up. I don’t need anything from you”
“Bastard! I try being nice to you and you’re like a fucking moron. Just remember it will take me just 2 minutes to set you right and milk you dry”
Andre started to say something but thought otherwise. Lysia continued, on a different angle now.
“Tell me, did you like me beating you up?”
“No. Now, fuck off, bitch”
“Oh my, what language and courage. How else do you explain a tear-stricken face and a raging penis, big boy? Trust me, I will help you…”
“No, you won’t. You just beat me so bad…”
“Oh stop being a wimp, ok. And I won’t say it again. Trust me, I am not lying and shall help you”
“Please Lysia…”
“Listen! Don’t force me…”
“Ok. Ok. Please don’t do anything. Yeah, I guess…”
“Yeah what, you loser! Did you like me beating you up?”
“Yes. Ok? Yes. My dick loves it when you hit me or when mom touched me. I can’t explain how and why. And I can’t do anything about it, either. It’s my first time too. And it’s embarrassing to be beaten silly by a girl younger to me. The sheer humiliation of the defeat and the sight of you standing with a foot on my balls has been playing in my mind ever since.” 
Andre paused for a breath and then continued.
“The very image makes my dick stand and I have come twice already this night and I can’t go to sleep. So I was imagining you and beating off when you walked in. Ok? Happy now?”
“Oh come on! You like it that way, don’t you. Why else would you replay the same old scenes for close to an hour now and play with your dick? It’s embarrassing but you secretly crave for it. Let’s see now…Get down and kiss my feet”
“Of course not. Please stop, Lysia. Please. What’s gotten into you?
“Just do it” Lysia stepped forward, pulled off the bed sheet and grabbed at Andre’s thigh. His tool, dripping with pre-cum, swayed wildly and kept hitting her hand.
“I will shout…”
“No you won’t. If guards see you begging for help against a small girl, they will laugh for sure and then, I will thrash you like never before and pull out your dick”
Andre gulped. He knew she was right and so got up and got down on his knees.
“That’s better, my prince.”
He kissed and got up.
“Look at your soldier, dear prince…I rest my case.”
Andre glanced down to his dick and saw it was back at attention. Having come twice already, it was causing him immense pain. But despite all this, his dick refused to bend down and stood at full salute to the female in front.
Andre started to sob.
“Stop crying, Andre. I promised you help. Now, get back into bed.”
Andre got back in bed made and moved to make place for Lysia.
Lysia got on top of Andre, straddling his shoulders.
“No Lysia, please don’t.”
Lysia didn’t care. She grabbed his shaft, kissed him hard on his lips and started to wank him. Her lips engulfed him in a kiss and the room fell silent.
Within a few seconds, the warmth of his cum reached her fingers and she smiled at Andre.
“You can thank me tomorrow cuz. For now, just sleep and please stop crying. We are friends again, so long as you know who the boss is! Now kiss me…”
She lowered her crotch onto his face and he kissed, unhesitatingly.
“Goodnight, big boy!”
“Goodnight Lysia” Andre said, to his own surprise.


To Be Continued...