Deviant: No Longer Human

"Ericka!"

Freya barged into Ericka's tent, the thick, synthetic fabric door flapping behind her as the crisp, cold air from outside briefly swept in.

Inside, the harsh fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling cast an artificial glow over the space.

The soft hum of a portable generator buzzed in the background, its low drone mingling with the scent of sweat, military-grade disinfectant, and the lingering metallic odor of guns and ammo..

Gasp!

Freya froze, her breath catching in her throat.

"Huh?"

Her mind momentarily short-circuited.

"Mmmmghhh!~ Ahh!~"

"Ha-ha-ha! Your daughter is here, Ericka!" the man's voice boomed through the tent, deep and filled with mocking laughter.

Pak!

Pak!

Pak!

The obscene slapping of flesh against flesh filled the space, mingling with the occasional creak of the metal folding cot and the rustle of tactical gear scattered across the floor.

Freya's face turned bright red, her heart racing as her eyes locked onto the scene before her.

Ericka was sprawled across the floor, her uniform and combat vest discarded haphazardly. Her bare, voluptuous slutty body lay exposed on the rough nylon flooring, her legs spread wide, forming an 'M.' Between her thighs, the man's "dragon" slammed into her with fierce force, each thrust echoing through the tent.

"Mom! W-what are you...?" Freya stammered, unable to believe what she was seeing.

"Ahh!~ Freya...!" Ericka gasped between her moans, her breath ragged and strained. "I... I didn't think... you'd come... so soon...!"

Freya's eyes darted around the tent--tactical vests, boots, and weapons were tossed carelessly to the side, a half-dismantled rifle resting near the cot.

The cold, clinical scent of the disinfectant mingled with the sweat and musk in the air, and the portable fan whirred lazily in the corner, stirring the heated air around them.

Ericka's body trembled beneath the man she barely recognised, her moans filling the otherwise quiet space.

"Ahhh!~ Deeper! More!~" Ericka cried out, her voice almost breaking as her back arched off the ground, her fingers clutching at the nylon fabric beneath her.

Her body quivered with every powerful thrust, the thin walls of the tent barely muffling the sound of their passion.

The man smirked, his eyes flicking towards Freya. "Caught us at a bad time, didn't you? Or maybe... you want to join in?" he teased, his voice filled with amusement as he continued to pound into Ericka mercilessly.

Freya's face burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding in her chest. "M-Mom! How could you...!" she gasped, her voice trembling.

Yet she found herself unable to look away, her legs rooted to the spot.

"Ahh!~" Ericka's moans grew louder, more desperate. "Yes! Right there! Ahhhh~! More!~" she screamed, her voice seductive filed with ecstasy.

Her body arched once more, nipples hardened, her neck craning as the man twisted them between his fingers.

The suffocating heat of the tent, the harsh fluorescent light, and the mix of sweat and sex filled the air, creating a heated atmosphere.

Freya stood there, utterly dumbfounded. She had no idea her mother was so shameless as to call her in--right in the middle of a military camp, no less!

She's the deputy of Prometheus now!?

'At least care about your position!' Freya's thoughts raced as she stood there, completely stunned by what she was witnessing.

Freya hadn't even registered who the man was yet.

"Fill me~ Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!" Ericka's shrill cry pierced through the tent, her voice filled with desperation.

Her body flushed a deep red, her face glowing with heat as her eyes caught sight of Freya standing nearby. Despite the shock of being seen, Ericka didn't hesitate.

With a wanton moan, she wrapped her arms around Wang Xiao, pulling him closer, her breasts pressing against his chest as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Ericka, shameless when aroused, made no effort to conceal her pleasure. She embraced it fully, as though being watched only fueled her more.

"..."

Freya stood rooted to the spot, a complex mix of emotions swirling in her chest.

Her breath hitched as she watched Wang Xiao's "dragon" flood her Mother's soaked core, making her body shudder violently.

Ericka's legs quivered, and with an exhausted, weak moan, she trembled beneath him, her body barely able to contain the intense pleasure.

Squish... Squish...

The sound was chilling as Wang Xiao slowly pulled out. Ericka's entrance clung to him tightly, despite her busty figure, making an incredibly seductive sound.

Freya's eyes widened in disbelief at the sheer size of it. A wave of fear and awe coursed through her as she instinctively stepped back, wondering how on earth her mother had taken it all inside her.

As she stood there, speechless, a gush of their combined love fluids flowed out, flooding the space between Ericka's trembling legs, the slick, wet sound filling the already sour air.

Freya's chest tightened, a surge of emotions battling within her--shock, disbelief, and an odd fascination at the unbridled passion before her.

But she couldn't shake the thought: My mother reduced to this shameless display... here, of all places.

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"Remember me, little demon?" Wang Xiao's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he turned toward Freya, his gaze locking onto her with playful malice.

His throbbing, erect manhood twitched, as if giving a smug little wave, saying, 'hi' to her in its own special way.

"!"

Freya's eyes widened in absolute horror. "Y-You...! Who the hell are you!?" she shouted, her voice rising in panic as she fought to suppress the embarrassment burning through her.

Her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened, her teeth grinding in frustration.

"..."

Wang Xiao's expression turned sour, looking slightly pitful. 'Really? Am I that forgettable?'

A shadow of disbelief passed over his face. Four years ago, this brat had been one of the world's most powerful hackers.

She'd given him migraines due to her attitude.

And now, here she was, all grown up, still carrying that same bratty attitude--but with a lot more curves to her frame. He couldn't help but feel mildly insulted. 'Didn't think puberty would wipe your memory too,' he muttered under his breath.

"Baby~ listen to him..." Ericka gasped, her breath heavy with exhaustion as she turned her sweat-slicked face towards Freya. There was no shame in her voice, only a languid satisfaction. She grinned, as though this was just another Tuesday.

Freya's expression twisted, a mix of disgust and shock. "What? Mom, are you... are you sick!?" Her voice cracked, unable to believe what she was hearing.

Was her mother--seriously backing up this creep while still half-impaled by him?

With a scowl that could melt steel, Freya stormed over to her gear, her hands trembling as she snatched up two plasma pistols. "That's it," she muttered through clenched teeth, eyes burning with rage. She slammed the guns into position under her arms. "Time to erase both of you disgusting perverts from the face of the earth!"

Wang Xiao raised an eyebrow, utterly unfazed. "..."

Ericka blinked in surprise. "..."

The two exchanged glances like a pair of parents watching their toddler throw a tantrum in the supermarket.

Ericka's flushed face shifted from surprise to amusement. Her gaze lazily drifted back to Wang Xiao, and she shot him a look that seemed to say, 'I have no idea where this girl got her temper from--feel free to deal with her as you see fit.'

Freya, meanwhile, stood shaking with a mix of fury and embarrassment, her face beet red.

Guns aimed, her legs stiffened as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff.

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