WINTER'S SWEET EMBRACE

"W-Wait! Mama, hold on–!"

"No waiting!"

Before he could properly react in time, Maribelle moved with imperceptible speed. Vincent blinked, and suddenly his mother was sitting behind him on her own stool.

"Ah–!" He flinched as her slender arms snaked around his midsection. She scooted herself forward and pressed her soft front against his back, locking him into a tight embrace.

"Hehehe... my turn to take care of you, Vinny~"

She squeezed a dollop of fragrant body soap onto her palms and began to surf his chest and shoulders, her hands moving in smooth circles. But as the foam covered his skin, her movements slowed. Her fingers traced the faint red lines from the training ropes, the small purple bruises left by Natasha’s blunt training spears, and the dark smudges of dirt covering him.

Maribelle’s ecstatic smile faded as an aching sadness washed over her beautiful features.

"Oh, my sweet baby... Look at you. You’re completely covered in marks. Mama really doesn’t like seeing you like this. That meanie Natasha... I should ban her from coming here."

"No–! I mean, it’s fine, Mama. I honestly don’t mind. So please don’t. I’m sure it’ll all be worth it."

"... Okay." The sadness lifted from her face, replaced by a soft smile. "If you say so, baby. Just make sure you get nice and strong, okay? That way, we can fly all around the divine realm together, just the two of us, forever and ever!"

She tapped his shoulder gently. "Now, turn around for me. I want to wash your hair."

Horrified at what she’s asking of him, he tried to wiggle away from her grip. "Uh... I can do that part myself, seriously. You don’t have to–"

"Vinny. A promise is a promise. A good boy should never break a word once it’s given to his mama."

"Alright, alright..."

Awkwardly, he shifted his body on the wooden stool and turned around to face her.

"There he is!" Maribelle cheered, her sour mood vanishing in a split second. She poured a generous amount of vanilla-scented shampoo into his blue hair and began to massage his scalp.

But there was a fatal flaw in this arrangement. Because Maribelle was sitting slightly higher than him, and because she was holding his head at a very specific angle to rinse the soap, Vincent’s line of sight was forced directly downward.

He was staring point-blank into her completely exposed, magnificent breasts.

The pink, swollen nipples were almost inches from his face, still sparkling with water droplets and stray soap suds, as they rose and fell with her breathing.

A sudden wave of heat rushed from his chest straight down to his lower abdomen. His heart began to hammer erratically against his ribs.

’Oh no... Not now. Please, not now. Calm down, Junior!’

[’Sorry big bro. But when the bright pink sun reveals herself, it is time for me to rise.’]

’NO, IT’S NOT!’

Desperate to hide his rising wood of shame, Vincent quickly covered his hand over his crotch in hopes of concealing it from her sight.

Maribelle’s fingers paused in his hair.

Her gaze flicked downward, taking in his panicked posture and the obvious silhouette twitching beneath his hand. A mischievously knowing smile spread across her flushed face.

"Oh? What do we have here~? Hehehe... You know, Mama has yet to clean that part of her baby boy."

"P-Please leave that part to me! I beg of you, Dearest Mama!"

"Alright, alright. I’ll let you have your privacy for that part. See? Mama can be reasonable."

Vincent’s shoulders slumped and he let out a heart trembling sigh of relief. He couldn’t believe she had actually given in so easily but wasn’t about to question his good fortune.

After properly rinsing off all the soap from his body and properly cleaning herself, Maribelle gracefully stepped into the huge, marble bathhouse-style pool in the center of the room.

The steaming, crystal-clear water swirled around her hips as she slid in, letting out a soft moan of comfort.

Vincent followed shortly after, sitting at the opposite end of the massive pool. He deliberately chose a spot as far away from her as humanly possible and sunk deep into the water until it reached his chin.

Almost instantly, the divine properties of the hot water went to work, loosening his tightly coiled muscles and soothing his aching wings.

"Vinny~ Why are you sitting all the way over there? Come over here and sit with me."

As he looked across the steaming expanse of the pool, his eyes widened.

The naked sight of her struck a devastating blow to his mental.

The clear water did absolutely nothing to hide her voluptuous body. Her massive breasts stuck out gently on the surface of the ripples, her slender waist curved down into wide, flaring hips, and her long hair clung to her damp, glowing skin.

*Gulp* "I’m... I’m fine where I am. The water is great right here..."

"Vinny~" she dropped her voice into a hypnotic, pleading whisper, stretching her arms out toward him beneath the water. "Come to Mama, Baby~"

Defeat.

The magnetic pull in her voice was impossible to ignore. And so, he slowly slid across the smooth marble floor of the pool until he reached her side.

Once he was close enough, Maribelle lunged forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind, pulling him back into her embrace. From behind, she began to sensually caress his chest and stomach under the water.

The sensation of her soft body pressing into his back, combined with her intimate touch, was rapidly pushing him past his limit. "M-Mama... the way you’re touching me... it’s a bit..."

"Hmm~?" Maribelle’s hot breath murmured in his ear as she gave him an unbothered smile. "What’s wrong, sweetie? Don’t you feel good?"

"No... it’s just... the problem is it feels too goo–" Vincent cut himself off as his manhood flared to life yet again, growing stiff and throbbing beneath the water.

’Goddammit Junior!’

[’I am... inevitable.’]

Noticing the sudden movement of him hiding his crotch once again, Maribelle’s eyes darkened with a loving gleam. Under the water, her hand slid down his stomach and gently pried his fingers away.

"M-Mama..."

"Shh... It’s okay~" she pressed her lips against his neck. "Just relax and let Mama take care of you."

Her hand slid even lower until her fingers gently wrapped around his throbbing cock.

ZZZT!

The pure softness of her grip sent an electric current of pleasure directly up his spine, making his head snap back against her shoulder.

Slowly, Maribelle began to move her hand up and down his shaft.

"Ah–!" Vincent’s hips shot involuntarily upward against her jerking touch.

Fap~ ... Fap~... Fap~

"Haa... *Huff*.. M-Mama.. Wait... S-Stop..."

"Hehehehe~"

Fap~ ..Fap~.. Fap~.. Fap~

"S-Shit... Mama~"

Sensing his imminent collapse, Maribelle accelerated her pace, jerking him faster and smoother beneath the surface of the water.

To tease him even further, she leaned closer and let out a hot moan into his ear. "Ahn~ Baby~"

The lewd sound acted as an instant spike of adrenaline that stimulated his senses to an unbearable degree. The friction of her hand was pure heaven, completely erasing his ability to think logically.

"That’s it, Baby. Let it all out for Mama. Give it to me~"

Fap~ Fap~ Fap~ Fap~ Fap~

The built-up pressure bubbled from the base of his spine and settled right at the very tip of his cock. Vincent’s vision began to blur, "I’m... Mama, I’m gonna–"

"Cum, Vinny~! Cum for Mama– Kya~!"

Vincent’s entire body twitched violently. He arched his back and released an explosive load of cum right into her enclosed hand. Maribelle let out a satisfied moan against his neck, followed by a series of triumphant giggles as she felt him pulse in her palm.

Completely spent and drained of energy, his body went entirely limp against hers, his head lolling back against her shoulder as he panted heavily. Maribelle gently continued to softly stroke and fondle his cock as she pulled him closer into her body.

The rest of the evening passed in a surreal blur.

Once they finally got out of the bath, Maribelle immediately trapped him in another long kiss to use her divine power to dry his skin and wings. Afterward, she sat him down at the dining table, wearing an affectionate motherly expression as she spoon-fed his still-dazed self.

By the time night fell, they crawled into bed completely naked. Maribelle wrapped her arms and her white wings around him, locking him securely on top of her bare breasts.

"Goodnight, my precious baby boy."

"Goodnight... Mama..."

As he lay there, his eyes lazily tracked the contour of her prominent pink nipple. In his fading consciousness, the image began to shift and warp until transforming into the familiar white shape of his dream companion.

"Hey, hey, Vinny!"

’Hey, Mr. Marshmallow... Say, is this really going to be my life for the next five hundred years?’

"Hang in there, Vinny! Five hundred years goes by in a flashy-washy! Now c’mon! I’ll be waiting for you right here on the mountain!"

Vincent sighed, letting the darkness take him as he finally fell into a dreamful sleep.

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Two Hundred Years Later...

CLANG!

Two weapons clashed violently in mid-air. Vincent Winters grit his teeth and tensed his arms as he pushed against the overwhelming force of the massive broadsword pressing down on his own blade.

In these past two centuries, his appearance had changed drastically.

His ethereal-blue hair was longer now, falling past the middle of his neck in an unkempt mane that fluttered in the wind. His body was no longer the scrawny shape of an eighteen-year-old high school student who’s never lifted a single dumbbell in his life; he was now tall, broad-shouldered, and his physique was completely chiseled into hard, dense muscle from two hundred years of daily brutal torment.

"Not bad, Little Demi! But you’re still leaving your left side open!"

With a violent twist of her wrists, Natasha redirected the momentum of their clash. She parried his blade away with effortless grace, spun mid-air, and delivered a swift kick onto Vincent’s chest.

THWACK!

The impact sent him hurtling downward, but instead of crashing clumsily like he used to, he flared his majestic white wings and caught the air smoothly, landing perfectly on his two feet.

Following him, Natasha descended gracefully from the sky. She wiped a stray bead of sweat from her forehead as her gaze locked onto his chiseled torso.

"Good work today," she looked at him with genuine eyes of approval.

"Now that the baby can finally stand competently on his own two feet and fly without looking like a dying duck, I’d say the physical conditioning is complete. It’s about time you learn how to actually control and project your internal divine power. "

Vincent lowered his sword and smiled confidently as he brushed a strand of blue hair away from his eyes. "Oh really? And are you going to be the one to teach me, Nat?"

"I–! You–!" Natasha opened her mouth to deliver a snarky retort, but as her eyes locked onto his sharp jawline, his chiseled chest, and the intense, confident gaze of his blue eyes, her words died in her throat.

Over the last two hundred years, the scrawny boy had grown into an breathtakingly handsome and powerful man who could keep up with her in any sort of physical fight.

She quickly averted her eyes, coughing nervously into her fist as she twirled a strand of her red hair. "W-Well... I mean... if that’s what you really want, I suppose I could–"

"Step aside, War Girl! It’s finally my turn!"

WHOOSH!

A sudden gust of wind cut through the courtyard as Deina materialised out of nowhere, sliding between Natasha and Vincent. A seductive smirk plastered across the blonde Goddess’s face as she shamelessly ran a finger down Vincent’s chest.

"Two hundred years of waiting is long enough. It’s finally time for the Huntress to teach you how to properly use that energy... among other things, baby bird~"