Gloria’s head reeled back, her mouth gaped in a crimson oval, and she screamed. Tera’s entire hand slid alongside my cock, and gripped me from inside of the vampire’s constricting sheath.
“You know I don’t like it when you pick on our little brother,” Tera whispered into Gloria’s ear, her face smirking in sexual malice as her sister screamed in sexual agony. “You need to learn how to play nice.”
Tera’s reptilian tongue licked the side of Gloria’s screaming face as her violet eyes watched me with amusement. She began to stroke me from the inside, grinding her knuckles along the tender sleeve of Gloria’s anus, and the vampire lost the last of her composure. Her back wrenched in an arch, her tits jiggled forward, her head reeled back, and she came violently. The subtle musculature of her abdomen convulsed beneath her pale canvas, and her insides clenched around me and Tera in a vulgar, heated embrace. She fell on her back, writhing in her visceral ecstasy, and Tera giggled, pulled her hand and my cock out, and made Gloria taste her own ass.
“I know you’re going to make me pay for this later,” Tera laughed sweetly as Gloria’s mouth closed around her fingers, “your proclivity for whips and chains is infamous. I just want you to know that I’m looking forward to your vengeance, but I’m going to enjoy your submission now.”
Gloria recovered from her climax, and looked on the verge of enacting her vengeance right then and there. Two lengths of thick vines laced up her arms, wrapping about her wrists, elbows and shoulders, and pinning her to the ground. Another length of vine wrapped loosely around her neck, forcing her chin upward. Gloria struggled and thrashed for a moment, her eyes blazing with fury, and then she stopped when she felt the smooth vines that were snaking up her legs, and an excited grin formed across her face.
“Oh, Brandon,” Tera exclaimed, testing the binds that held her sister, not looking back to see what was approaching her, “this opens up all kinds of possibilities!”
“I wonder how smooth he can make them,” Gloria smiled, watching as two young green vines snaked through her dripping pussy, and slithered to Tera’s unassuming backside, “or if they can be lubricated?”
“That is an interesting idea,” Tera chuckled, pulling up her leg to straddle Gloria’s mouth, “we’ll do a brainstorming session after I’m done sitting on your faaaaAAAAAA!”
They were lubricated with sap, but I doubted that lessened the shock. They came together, wrapping in a tight coil, and then they corkscrewed through the purple outline of Tera’s puckered rim. Two thick barky vines wrapped around Tera’s wrists, pulling her arms back, as two more wrapped around her ankles to spread her legs. Her tan back flexed in concavity as she strained against her new binds, and Gloria laughed as the succubus screamed in abject delight. The smooth wet vines worked in tandem; stretching Tera open, exposing her dark insides, squirming their way into her colon and thrusting in and out. Clear secretion leaked from Tera’s desecrated bowels, her hips squirmed in a rapturous gyration, her head fell uselessly behind her, her onyx hair draping to her supple backside, and she stared at me with glazed-over eyes as her mouth vocalized possessed euphoria. I shared a smirk with Gloria, and then gently guided Tera forward to sit on her sister’s face. Gloria opened her mouth and sucked sensually upon Tera’s leaking petals as her tongue slid between them. Her red eyes drooped in satisfaction, and she thrust her hips upward below me, shimmying them in a needful dance. I took a grip of pale thighs, spread them, and pushed my filthy cock into her pristine pink slit, savoring the way her membranous lips enveloped into her wet heat. She wrapped her legs around my waist again, but this time, she didn’t try to squeeze the life out of me, but gently beckoned me to thrust inside. I enjoyed our earlier bout of lustful wrestling, but it was nice to have some room to maneuver, and I used that room to make Gloria pay for every bite and scratch on my body.
My pelvis slammed into the pale splay of Gloria’s crotch, my cock pushed through her glistening pink petals, and her thighs rippled with the impacts, her mouth moaning its muffled tone into her sister’s pussy. Tera’s tan complexion wriggled across Gloria’s milky surface; her legs quivering and flexing about her bound ankles, her shoulders pinching together, protruding their blades from her flexing back while she danced perversely to the twisting vines that corkscrewed in and out, gaping her smooth purple innards, her tail coiling behind her in the animalistic expression of her euphoria. Gloria’s stifled moans became cries in her mouth as Tera watched me through glistening eyes, her mauve lips agape and singing her climax, her cheeks flushed with the exertion of her lust. I stared from violet eyes to red, and watched the euphoric change happen behind both as the three of us ascended, tones of our catharsis echoing through the room, a harmony of siblings in the grip of lust, long since fallen to the sweetest temptation of forbidden flesh. Tera sang her sweet release and Gloria muffled hers, and I poured what was left of my seed into the vampire’s gripping channel, then fell back into the foliage, and released my siblings. A flock of starlings materialized from my euphoria, almost all of them perfect, only a few of them carrying defects. They flitted around the room, chirping their annoyed conversation as the three people beneath them gasped and panted in satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” Gloria gasped, climbing up my body and laying her head on my heaving chest, her red eyes staring their adoration, “I forgot what it was like to lay with divinity.”
“Hey Gloria?” I said, feeling memories and thoughts rearrange in my head. “You’re not really my sister, are you?”
“You’re an absolute genius, Your Holiness,” Gloria smiled, planting a kiss on my nipple. “Don’t ever let anyone tell you you’re a simple hillbilly from butt-fuck nowhere.”
“And you, Tera?” I asked as the succubus languidly crawled over to me, and rested her head in my lap. “You’re not really my sister either, are you?”
“I can be if you want,” Tera smiled blissfully, her tongue caressing my deflating member. “I’ll be whatever you want, whoever you want, however you want it, Brandon.”
“So,” I said, feeling my mind piece back together, “what the fuck was the point of all that?”
“Hmm,” Gloria hummed with a small smile as she lazily circled my nipple with her finger, “tell me, Your Holiness, what is the first thing that comes to your mind when I say the name, ‘Angela?’”
Angela sitting reservedly on the bed, clinging to a shawl that wraps her nubile figure. She stares nervously up at me, her shoulders hunched demurely, her smile small and shy. She looks down, bashful, her face blushing, her body shrinking. I take her by the chin, affectionately running my thumb over her flushing cheek, raising her gaze to meet mine. Her smile broadens, the fear leaves her, she lets the shawl go. It flows off her, draping from curve to curve until it shows her beautiful nakedness. I lower my face to hers, and her eyes close as her lips part.
“Oh… fuck,” I whispered as I grew hard as a rock.
ASTRID
I lay satisfied and ashamed, blissful and disgraced atop the table. The crowd was gone, the doors were locked, and the last man had finished inside me. The manic euphoria that had possessed me was gone, but I still felt different. I wasn’t the same woman who had walked through those brothel doors. I had enjoyed the sins meant to torment me, and had reveled in the debasement of myself. To make things worse, I realized I didn’t feel as ashamed as I wanted to. In fact, the biggest source of shame for me, was that I felt so little of it. There were warrior women who would have fallen on their own blade after enduring what I had endured, but me? I was looking forward to the next time it would happen. You are a disgrace, my conscience told me. You aren’t even a valkyrie anymore. I tried to convince myself this was all in the service of my god, that it was a noble sacrifice I had to make, but it didn’t feel that way. I had to be very careful and conscious of my state of being; Mistress said she’d try to twist and change me, and with Corruption inside her, she knew exactly how to do it.
“Astrid!” Mistress called jovially, a young, naked succubus on her arm. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired, Mistress,” I smiled blissfully, savoring the hot, sticky seed covering my naked body, and then chastising myself for enjoying it.
“I bet,” Mistress smiled, brushing crusted strands of hair from my face, “you had such a big day, didn’t you?”
“Yes Mistress,” I sighed, peeling myself from the table top. I began to feel the disgust of my situation coming back to me, and I welcomed it; some of that old Iona pride was still in me. I had the sudden and visceral need to take a bath, to wash the day from my body and forget it all; forget the shame, forget the ecstasy, forget the way I acted, and forget the way I thought.
“Justina, would you mind cleaning Astrid off?” Mistress said to the woman on her arm, poking her in the ribs. “You look like you could use a meal.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Justina smiled, climbing atop the table and eyeing the filth that covered me with hungry eyes.
“Astrid, this is Justina, my long-lost cousin,” Mistress said, gesturing to the succubus crawling toward me. “She’s going to be like… your roommate. You and she are about the only two people I can really trust right now, so I want you two to get along.”
“She’s a succubus, Mistress,” I said, placing a foot atop the woman’s hair to stop her, trying to keep her skin from touching me. “How will I be of any use to you if I’m the mindless slave of another?”
“Oh, I already broke her in,” Mistress said, hefting her pants with some pride. “I control her seduction now. Hell, I control her everything now, which is why she’s so damn trustworthy. Let her clean you off, and then put your armor back on. We’re going to visit an old friend of mine.”
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