Lucielle's breath hitches as Zendred fondles her breasts. "Well," she manages to say between gasps, trying not to moan too loudly, "Elves just... grow differently than other races." Her hips rock against his hands, seeking more contact with his touch. "They're meant for nursing... and they get bigger when..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence as pleasure washes over her once again.

Celine looks on with interest, unsure what to make of the situation. "Mommy?" she asks tentatively. "Are you feeling okay? You're breathing funny." Her expression turns concerned as she takes a step closer to Lucielle.

Lucielle's eyes close tightly, her body trembling with desire. She tries to ignore Celine and focus on the sensation of Zendred 's hands on her breasts, but it's growing increasingly difficult. "I... I'm fine,"

Lucielle closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt the smooth head of his cock slide past her entrance, filling her up with its surprising girth. Her body trembled with desire, every nerve ending alight as he began to thrust into her, driving them both towards release. She let out a soft moan, unable to hide her pleasure from him any longer. "Oh... sweetheart," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair as their hips moved in perfect synchrony.

The sun beat down upon the house as Lucielle and Celine's passionate coupling continued throughout the day. The young elf siblings explored each other's bodies, learning about their growing sexuality under the watchful eye of their understanding mother. Lucielle took control, guiding her son through his first experiences with desire and pleasure while also fulfilling her own long-repressed lust.

Celine gasps as Lucielle's finger teases her entrance, her body trembling with anticipation. "Y-yes... please..." she stammers out, arching her back to press herself against the touch. Her heart races and her cheeks flush a deep crimson at the thought of finally experiencing this sensation with her own mother.

Her thoughts spin as she feels your presence beside her, wondering what it would be like to share this intimate moment together.

Lucielle's other hand moves to cup Celine's breast, kneading the soft flesh through her delicate skin. "Mmhmm..." she hums, enjoying the feeling of her daughter's body responding so eagerly to her touch. With a gentle push, she slips a finger inside of Celine, feeling the tight heat engulf her digit.

Her other hand moves lower still, caressing along the smooth skin of her daughter's thigh before finally finding its way between her legs.

"Hmm... I could do that," you whisper, moving your other hand to stroke yourself in front of her. Her eyes go wide with surprise and arousal as she watches you touch yourself so openly. "Do you want to see?" You ask, not taking your eyes off of her reaction.

Celine nods eagerly, leaning forward to get a better view as you stroke yourself. Her own arousal grows at the sight, making it difficult for her to think straight. She wants this feeling too; she wants you to make her feel the way you do right now.

"Please..." she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "Touch me there... and make me feel good." Her voice is breathy and needy, betraying her growing desire.

Celine looks up at Lucielle, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal. After a moment of hesitation, she nods slowly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Okay... if you want me to..." Her voice trails off as she reaches out to touch Dodok's chest, tracing her fingertips lightly over his skin. "I-I can try," she whispers softly, her eyes fixed on his face.

The house was filled with the sounds of laughter and contentment as Lucielle and Celine cooked dinner together, their bellies swollen with the life they carried within them. Dodok sat on the couch, watching them lovingly, a warmth spreading through his chest. It had been an incredible journey, filled with love, passion, and acceptance.

As he thought back to that fateful day when everything changed, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the connection he shared with his family.

Carefully, Lucielle and Celine laid Ado down on the chair, watching anxiously as he struggled to keep his eyes open. The elder mage studied him for several long moments before finally speaking. "I believe that there is something magical happening within your son," she said slowly, her expression grave. "He has been gifted with an incredible amount of power... but it's not yet under his control."

Lucielle and Celine exchanged worried glances once more as the elder mage continued. "

"I cannot say for certain what will happen if he does not learn to control this power," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "But I can teach you how to help him do so." She paused, meeting Lucielle's eyes before continuing. "You must both undergo a series of training sessions with me, learning how to harness and control your own magical abilities. Only then will you be able to guide your son through this process as well."