Chapter 84 - Sleeping With Both Mother And Daughter (1/2)

Mira switched between the long-haired woman and the shorter-haired one. Both bore flawlessly pale skin and emerald-green eyes, their fine locks of hair the same shade as their irises. The faces on these women were identical, distant and expressionless. Their mouths were set in a straight line, lips full, cheekbones high, everything delicate like a doll.

The lack of warmth in their looks did nothing to diminish their beauty and they reminded Mira of her mother in their sheer attractiveness.

Her father, Damien, had walked into her room with both girls in tow. He was starting to resemble the father from the tapestry, she noticed, becoming bulkier and more sensual.

”This is Mary, Vera's mother. She'll be staying here from now on. I hope you two will get along.” He gently pushed one of the women forward. Mira knew of Vera, her father's….lover? Fiancee? Anyway, she cared a lot for her father. Mira could tell from the way she looked at him. So Mira got along with her reasonably well.

During the ”Christmas” party some time ago they had a nice chat and Mira already thought of her as a sort of second mother. Their relationship wasn't very deep, but Mira was trying to fix that. Her father cared for her so Mira wanted to have a good relationship with her as well.

But this Mary woman….Mira was flabbergasted! It looked obvious that her father had ”special relations” with them both. After all, his scent was all over them! Especially that Mary.

Mira was a High Fae, while her father was a Dragon-Angel hybrid. Species like them would exude a special kind of aura, or rather, a spiritual pheromone known as ”essentia”. This essentia would rub off and mark their partner during s.e.x.u.a.l activities.

Not every species capable of producing this spiritual pheromone could see it, however. But Fae, they specialized in seeing the unseen.

Her father's essentia? A beautiful cerulean blue with a bright spark of gold nestled in its core and dark violet at the fringes.

The difference between the two women was easy to see: Vera shone like a lantern in the dark, whereas Mary was lit up like a bonfire. A sign of fresh, intense mating.

Anyone who was able to even faintly sense this heavy marking would know well enough to stay away.

Mira didn't know how to react. To think he'd laid hands on both mother and daughter! While her kind wasn't prudish when it came to s.e.x, something like that still wasn't widely practiced.

Needless to say, she was surprised.

”I wondered what you were thinking, bringing me here.” The woman folded her arms. A defensive stance, Mira could tell. After years of court intrigue, she was good at reading people.

The woman continued, ”But remind me, when did I say I would be staying here?”

Father stepped forward and brought the woman closer with an intimate hug. ”I told you, I'm going to start and end my days with you. How can I do that if you aren't here? You'll wake up in my arms at morning, and I'll kiss you to bed at night. Just try and stop me.”

Mira blinked at the display of affection. What was going on?! Words like that, even Claude had never been so direct! That combined with the bright essentia radiating off of the two made Mira's brain short-circuit for a minute.

On her end, Mary was deeply fl.u.s.tered. Her heart pounded against her chest so loud she feared everyone in the room would hear it.

The words were so mushy, embarrassing and...somehow fluffy?

”I suppose I'll have to find other accommodations then.” Vera's ice-cold tone froze the two other women.

Mira witnessed her father, entirely unaffected, use an even more domineering move to thaw the situation. He was kissing the woman before she could even get the last word out.

Mira blushed.

Her father spoke as soon as he came up for air. ”Your place is by my side. No way am I letting you leave.”

Vera looked at him, then at her mother. She hesitated. ”You can't honestly be telling us to both sleep with you together.”

”I am.” He nodded.

Mary shook her head. ”Young Master, what are you thinking? That's insane. You're crazy.”

”Young Master again, huh.” He laughed. It was easy to tell she was conscious of Vera's presence. The woman hadn't called his name properly since they arrived, despite having already stopped with the title just that morning. ”So what if it is? So what if I am?” He shrugged carelessly. ”At this point, it's not an option for me to do anything but go all out. I fully intend to keep my word.” He glanced at Mary. ”But I'm also not going to let Vera feel she's lesser than you, or has to compare herself to you. I don't want her to think she has to compete, either, because it's not a competition. Which means either both of you sleep with me, or neither of you do. Well, you guys can refuse but then I'll just wrap you both up in blankets and sleep with you anyways.”

Vera and her mother both gazed at each other. A silent conversation took place between them

”Would he really…?”

”He would.”

”....”

”....”

Vera gave father a dirty look. ”Fine. But no lewd stuff. This mother and daughter aren't so submissive!” She said, after having just given in.

Mira felt a headache coming on. This father of her's is too ”good”! She should've expected it, but...ah...

….Mother is not going to be happy about this….

***

”Oh hell, there's two of them?” Riley gawked at the mother-daughter duo with rapt attention, a face like a kid at a candy shop going, ”However shall I choose?”

She was already salivating as she imagined all the profane things she wanted to do with them.

They'd run into the ”woman” just as they left Mira's room. She appeared to be on her way out as well.

”An Ogrekin.” Mary said, bemused. ”Strange. I wasn't aware creatures like you wandered this part of the realm.”

”Creature?”

”Apologies. Would you have preferred the word beast?”

”Oi. The f.u.c.k you tryna say?” Riley narrowed her eyes. Most men would have wet themselves from that alone.

Mary didn't seem shaken at all. ”You kind are regarded as a lesser intelligence, are they not?”

”What!” Riley exploded with indignation. ”Bollocks. I come from a highly respect bloodline, I'll have you know! Calling me a lesser intelligence, how rude!”

”Ah, yes. You are descended from Ogres.” Mary appeared as if she'd nearly forgotten. ” But no, while those great living weapons of the last era are respected, Ogrekin do not possess their fearsome abilities beyond above-average strength and height. Why would you think you hold the same majesty your ancestors did? Quite an arrogant assumption. As for your intelligence...” She paused. ”You need only one look to know. A simple race.” The woman's eyes flickered down.

Riley was about to launch into a lengthy tirade when Damien interrupted. ”Hey, isn't that thing smaller than it used to be?” He pointed to her crotch.

The words brought her spiraling into a depressive hole. It was true. Ever since she'd arrived she had noticed her once proud and mighty longsword shrink just a tiny bit day by day. Now it was but a shortsword, almost a dagger. Yet it didn't stop, persisting in losing girth, length and weight!

”F.u.c.k off!” She cried.

Riley didn't know what to do about it and was sensitive to the topic. Why was this happening? This shouldn't be going on unless in the presence of an exceptional array of males. It'd take hundreds to turn her back to a full woman, so why?!

The only dudes she was hanging with was the Owner and some drunks from the local pubs, and they were far from the kinda guys a race like her's would consider outstanding enough to even consider bearing the children of.

This phenomenon was driving her crazy. Even at night, despite the happy-happy fun-times she would have with her remaining harem, she'd still be crazy hard and unsatisfied.

Every time she smelled this peculiar aroma wafting into her highly acute nose, she'd enter a feverish bout of l.u.s.t that would last for hours. Strangely, this mainly happened at night.

Though…

She stared at the long-haired woman. This one smelled faintly like that same aroma. It lingered, mixing with her own potent scent.

A dark suspicion took root in her heart. Riley took two big steps and was all up in the Owners grill within seconds.

Riley sniffed deeply, her eyes closing as she concentrated on the young man's spicy musk. She damn near creamed herself right there and then. Her eyes flew open. ”So it's you!” She accused venomously.

”It's me what?”

Riley ignored the looks of the other women and put her hands on her h.i.p.s. Her face was twisted in righteous fury. ”You're making a goddamn woman outta me, asshole!” She poked a finger at his chest.

”The f.u.c.k? Hell no.” Damien poked back. ”Listen here, I ain't touching you with a ten-foot pole.”

”The problem isn't you touching me with a ten-foot pole, it's that you're making mine shrink!”

Damien ignored her. ”Besides, who knows where you've been? I don't do bestiality either.”

”Your p.o.r.n history said otherwise.”

”The sick curiosity of wanting to watch a girl being defiled by a literal horse c.o.c.k is way different than wanting to have s.e.x with an animal myself.”

”I am NOT an animal.” Her eyes settled on Mary as she said this.

”Pokemon, whatever.”

”...That one time was a fluke.”

”Froggo, use--”

Riley immediately ran away, shouting, ”We ain't done here! I'll get you, just you wait!”

”Be back before dinner!” Damien called out cheerfully just seconds before a new voice joined in.

”What's with all the commotion?” Bubbles poked her head of blue hair out from her room further down the hall.

Minerva also popped in. ”Master, is something the matter?” She asked in concern. Then noticed the two identical-looking beauties at his side. She recognized them on sight.

”Nothing important.” Damien waved off Froggo's little episode. ”Anyway, since you two are already here come and meet Mary. You should be somewhat acquainted.”

Minerva gave a small, demure smile. ”Yes. It's good to meet you. ” She walked over and gave a bow.

She had known Vera for some time already and so was familiar with her hairstyle and clothing. She could tell her apart from the other instantly.

Despite that, she only had vague recollections of the long-haired one, who Master introduced as Mary.

”Miss Vera's mother, right?”

The woman nodded coolly. ”Indeed.” Mary casually inspected the girl.

She was quite pretty with caramel-colored hair and eyes of a similar shade and l.u.s.ter to Mary's own. If one had to describe her charm, it would be ”simple.” The cut of her hair was not trendy like other women in the city and her gait held no elegance. Yet her nails were trim and clean. Her skin, though lacking any make-up, was also clear and refreshing. She didn't walk like a high-born, yes, but she did have a lightness to her step that was no less appealing. Maybe more so.

With the unelaborate white robe she wore to cover herself she gave off the impression of a farmer's daughter, or perhaps some humble merchant's. No one would have thought she actually hailed from such prestigious bloodlines.

Mary caught her daughter staring. Not at the girl's face, but somewhere slightly above. She wanted to smile. It was cute. Her little girl was jealous.

That should be of no surprise. This should be Damien's ideal girl, no? Of course Vera would be a bit--Mary's train of thought broke apart. She followed her daughter's example and also started staring at the young woman.

Specifically at her cat ears.

Mary tsked, feeling annoyed all of a sudden.

Faced with two sets of unblinking eyes, Minerva felt a sort of guilt and pressure she'd never experienced before. She wanted to apologize, but she didn't even know what for! It was an eerie and unsettling feeling.

”She'll be with us from now on. Get along well, will you?” Damien continued.

But MInerva barely heard him. ”She will?” She asked to no one in particular. She couldn't stop the unnaturalness of her smile. It felt forced.

”I know it's sudden.” Damien began but never finished. He trailed off and forgot what he was saying.

The cause was Bubbles, who had just now sauntered over. The woman didn't do anything but walk. The problem was the see-through black negligee paired with a s.e.xy blue bustier and garter belt holding up a set of tight stockings

Dear heavens...

She'd made no attempt to hide herself either, even putting her hands behind her back and emphasizing her bust. Which, he could tell, had swelled considerably.

The young woman wore a friendly expression. ”It's an honor to meet the Heart of the Realm. I didn't get a chance to talk with you properly last time we met so I hope we can fix that soon.” She bowed cutely, just a forward lean. But it was enough where anyone who cared to look would be able to glimpse that ample valley,

She didn't overdo it, raising her head with confidence and smiling obliviously while extending a hand.

Mary grasped it without fuss. ”As do I.” She replied evenly and decided to not comment further.

”We should go. I wanted to show her around more.” Damien stopped his admiring and led them away.

Bubbles watched him with clear appreciation. She had to admit, she hated seeing him leave but loved watching him go. It was funny how just a few months could turn an attractive youth into such a bang-worthy young man. And he was still growing! She could hardly imagine how much better he'd be with a bit more age.

Though if Mira was anything to go by, a full-grown Damien would be a walking wet dream.

Bubbles, in particular, liked his shoulders. They were just made for lifting and she wouldn't at all mind mounting them. Preferably from the front, pantyless and riding his tongue.

Oh yeah. She had her material for the night, she thought.

Bubbles drank in his retreating form until noticing that Minerva girl doing the same. She grinned at her.

”Makes you wanna rub up against everything and purr, doesn't he Kitten?”

Minerva turned beet-red, images of happily pressing herself against a n.a.k.e.d Master flooding her brain. She didn't dare answer back.

Meanwhile, a laughing Bubbles cut a glance towards Vera who had, from start to finish, remained quiet.

They still had a score to settle, didn't they?

***

”I really don't know where those girls have gone to.” Damien gave Mary the tour of the house and intended for her to meet the other occupants, but he for the life of him couldn't find Claude, much less Charlotte, Baz or Evie.

….Okay, fine. Wanna know a secret? Evie he actually could find, although he kindly pretended otherwise. Why? Because she was just so stupidly lovable. Crawling along the ceilings, hiding behind tables, under curtains and even attempting to fool him by standing in place.

What was odd was Vera asking, ”Did we always have a set of armor like that?” while pointing at the motionless blonde. Like, what? Damien couldn't help looking at her funny after that. Did she just really not see the girl…?

...Has Evie mastered the ability of standing so incredibly still that she becomes invisible to the eye?

Damien quickly realized that was unlikely and chalked it up to Vera being nice and playing along. But yeah, apart from Evie the other three were missing. He could ask about Claude later, but he didn't have a clue about Baz and Char.

Hopefully they were together.

”Which girls were you trying to find?” Mary asked him.

” Charlotte and Baz.” They'd been on a stroll along the stream behind the house, no longer doing anything in particular. His words, however, made the woman stop.

”I take it he accidentally turned himself into a girl, then?”

He nodded. ”You catch on quick.”

”And sadly he--rather, she--doesn't.” A short, dry laugh. ”Honestly, that kid. She should've came to me. I could have taught her how to manage that side effect.”

”Effect?” His ears perked up. ” You mean it's not a power?”

”It isn't in this case. I never taught him the skill, so him changing genders like this can only mean it was caused by something else. Namely, you.” She pointed.

”I dindu nuffin.” He was feeling pretty damn discriminated against right about now. First Frog accuses him of shit, now Mary?

Mary ignored him. She, having been with him for several years now, knew better than to indulge him when he starts talking oddly.

”Your Asmodian heritage has been awakening lately. Meaning the incubus part of yourself is finally starting to show.”

Damien balked at the idea. ”The hell you mean, incubus? First I'm a Dragon, then I'm an Angel, now I'm a goddamn incubus? Next you'll be telling me I'm part Unicorn. Pick a race already!” He growled. This really is getting ridiculous!

Mary had no intention of dealing with his crap. ”Your mother is half succubus herself.” She explained. ”Her mother is the elder sister of an Asmodian King from several generations ago, back before their bloodline was diluted to the point of losing their great longevity.”

”Are you for real?” He certainly believed his mother had a succubus-like charm, but...no, well, Damien did too now that he thought of it….it would explain a few things….

But f.u.c.k, aren't incubi randy assholes? His image of them are horny frat boys looking for an easy score. They're the male s.l.u.ts of the fantasy genre, right? Damien is no s.l.u.t!

Not that he has anything personally against s.l.u.ts. You can be a s.l.u.t without being a bitch, after all. But him being called one? It's besmirching his good name just by the implication! He certainly doesn't sleep around, and only sometimes tries to steal wives.

They remind him of those f.u.c.k.i.n.g playboy rumors and that gets him pretty pissy. He's loyal, okay?

Vera, as if understanding his exact thoughts in that moment, spoke up.

”You already had me, but you still went for my mother. Young Master, if that's not being a traitorous s.l.u.t, what is? You are what you are. Just accept it.”

”I mean technically you started it.” He said mildly.

Vera looked at him. Her next words were slow and deliberate

”....You're trying to blame me, for you going out to seduce my mother?”

”Remind me, who's the one who started the whole idea about bringing in other women? I could have just held back, but no, you simply HAD to tag-team me. Wouldn't take no for an answer.”

”I was being considerate.” Vera insisted. ”Why would I intentionally make you suffer? You should also be satisfied with our future s.e.x life. If I can't handle it on my own, what's wrong with bringing in some help?”

”It was wrong because I didn't ask for that consideration.” He said flatly. ”I'm a guy. Make me c.u.m a couple times and I'm happy. I might not reach full s.e.x.u.a.l satiety, sure, but I wouldn't be complaining. I told you that. You didn't have the right to overrule my choice just because you felt guilty or something. Like I said,” He went on, ” I didn't want to take it this far to begin with. You're the one who crossed a line first, why can't I? I mean I'm not going to keep holding myself to a self-imposed code of conduct, Vee, when clearly my choice there didn't matter to you. Even if you were trying to do what you did for my sake. And it's not like I'm blaming you. You're wrong there. This isn't a blame type of situation. You just opened up options. Make sense? As I said this morning, I was just curious to see how far she'd go. Since she was obviously pretending to be you to try and see what base we were already at.”

”And you just came to the decision to have her?”

He made no attempt to deny it. ”Obviously. I've been crazy about her since forever, remember?” They'd already said a few of these things earlier, he knew, but some things just had to be rehashed and explained better. ”I figured that if I was going to have another woman, then it should at least be one I actually want and care about. ” He folded his arms. ”Besides, she just looked too good under me. ”

He saw Mary turn her head at that, probably embarrassed.

”I can't exactly argue with your reasoning, but I don't like it either.” Vera blew out a breath of air.

If nothing else, he was right about her having crossed the line. He wasn't the type to go out and play around when he already had someone at home. Had she not done what she did he'd have remained, she believes, a one-woman kind of guy.

Not that she cared if he had mistresses. Again, that was common. She couldn't really get all that mad at him for seeking his own partners, either. She did want him to be s.e.x.u.a.lly satisfied, that was also true. Which is why she was willing to bring in other girls of her own accord. And she supposed she really did fear expiring if exposed to that guy's bottomless appetite day in and day out. So, yes, she had two good reasons for doing what she did, one selfless and one selfish. Him having other women, therefore, wasn't a problem. If one woman can't satisfy his s.e.x.u.a.l urges on her own? Then it seemed perfectly alright to get help. If she had the same issue, he'd likely not hesitate to find a similar solution too. Though, given his...ahem….prowess...that was an impossibility.

See? Vera could be so magnanimous, if for the person she loved. She would be understanding of his circ.u.mstances and improvise. Adapt. Overcome. Had he been normal this wouldn't have become an entire thing, but that was neither here nor there.

Anyway, the problem was the person he wanted: Her mother

….Ugh. She really should've known it'd end up like this. She wasn't thinking. She didn't quite care about the s.e.x. It was about the relationship aspect. That's what she worried about.