I punched out the cigarette, and turned toward Night Eyes with a calculated expression of embarrassment. I was met with a gaze of pure shock. Night Eye’s eyes were wide, her mouth was agape, and her lower lip was trembling ever-so-slightly.
“Justina?” she whispered, leaning to within a breath of my face, her eyes narrowing. “Justina Autumnsong?!”
Justina?! Angela yelled, her alarmed voice mirroring my own panic. Do you know this woman? What does she want? Does she know about Brandon?! Red flag! Big, fucking, red flag!
“Holy shit,” Night Eyes gasped, seeing the panicked expression I was giving her, “your mother’s Tera Autumnsong, isn’t she?”
“I… uh…” I did the only thing I could think of. I ripped off my glove, and grabbed Night Eyes by the wrist, pouring all my seductive powers into the touch. Her green eyes remained green, her black sclera remained black, and she remained herself. She glanced down at my hand uselessly clasping her dainty wrist, and then smiled back up at me with a leer seeped in danger. I peed a little.
“I don’t blame you for trying that;” Night Eyes said softly, taking a deep inhale of her smoke, “a girl’s got to use what she can to defend herself, but if you weren’t my cousin, Justina, I’d be putting this square out on your eyeballs right now.”
“Cousin?” I whispered, peering fearfully though quivering eyes. “Willowbud? Willowbud Autumnsong?”
“It’s ‘Night Eyes’ in public,” Willowbud said, taking my hand off her wrist, and putting it on her thigh, “but since you’re family, you can call me ‘Willowbud’ when we’re alone.”
Whew, Angela breathed a metaphorical sigh of relief, she’s not an agent of evil trying to get to my brother, she’s just your cousin, who is apparently a violent psychopath, and also wants to fuck you. You know what, Justina? I think we can wrap this day up. Let’s go to the Oxehead’s Inn and drink until this memory is pickled from our brain. Justina?
I ignored Angela. The only family, hell, the only person I’d known my whole life was my mother, and here, sitting before me, was someone of my own blood. Now that I looked closer, I could see the resemblance between us. We had the same facial structure, the same full blushing cheeks, and a similar body-type and complexion, though I was a shade darker. Were it not for the difference in hair color, eye color, and horns (and species), we could have been mistaken for sisters. I always wanted a sister.
“Oh my god!” I yelled, my face widening in astonishment, my composure blown to the wind. “You’re… you’re not a mutant!”
Willowbud grinned broadly, and gestured to the bulge in her pants. “Is that what people say about me?” she clucked her tongue and shook her head. “That’s Mom for ya. Her daughter is born with an extra set, and she tells everyone she’s a mutant freak. From what I’ve heard, there’s no love lost between her and Tera.”
“No!” I exclaimed, unable to speak in any manner except excited yells. “My mom fucking hates your mom!”
“Well then, we’ll all get along just fine,” Willowbud chuckled, reached forward, grasped the leg of my stool, and dragging me next to her with surprising strength. “There,” Willowbud smiled, “you’re one foot closer to me; now you don’t have to yell for me to hear you.”
“Sorry,” I said, growing beat-red with embarrassment for the first time in my life, “I just got excited.”
“I have that effect on people,” Willowbud smiled crookedly. “How’s old Tera doing anyway? I never met the woman, but I’ve heard some crazy stories.”
“Oh, you know,” I said, completely flustered, my mind racing for conversation material, “she’s… Mom. She’s here meeting an old friend; do you know Gloria Titus?”
“Sure, I know Gloria,” Willowbud said, her smile curling wider, “we go way back.”
Careful, Justina, Angela breathed caution in my mind, she may be your cousin, but you don’t know her.
I know, I replied apologetically, that was stupid; she’s clearly dangerous. I lost my composure, and I’m sorry, Angela. That was very un-succubus of me.
You’re attracted to her, Angela sighed, I suppose incest really isn’t a problem for you, is it?
What about you? I asked Angela, running my fingers against Willowbud’s thigh. Do you still want her?
There’s a lot of things about this exchange that bother me, Angela said, seeming to mull it over, but you’re not even the same species, so the blood relation doesn’t irk me too much. She’s dangerous, you’re right, but I kind of like her brand of danger. She’s also hot as fuck.
Is that a green light? I asked hopefully.
You may recommence the flirtation phase, and make preparations for intercourse, Angela replied, receding into the back of my mind, but be careful, Justina.
“So…” I smiled to Willowbud as I walked my hand index finger-to-middle finger up her thigh, “what makes my beloved cousin such a big deal in Drastin?”
“Oh, a few things,” Willowbud smiled back, spreading her leg to allow my fingers to walk up her bulge. “I own this establishment.”
“An entrepreneur,” I smirked, walking my hand to her waistband, “fascinating.”
“I guess you could call me that,” Willowbud chuckled, taking me by the other hand and gracefully guiding me to step off my stool, and onto hers.
“A gangster then,” I said sultrily, stretching one leg over her lap, and then straddling her about the waist, making sure she saw I wasn’t wearing anything beneath my skirt, “a dangerous woman.”
“A very dangerous woman,” Willowbud smiled, trailing her hands up my thighs, caressing me softly as my fingers pushed beneath her waistband, “like Gloria Titus.”
“Oh, cousin,” I smirked into her eyes as my fingers found what they were searching for, “that almost sounded like a threat. I take it there’s no love lost between you?”
“We have our differences,” Willowbud said, her hands sliding past my thighs, and gripping me tightly below my skirt, “she tried to kill me today.”
Oh, shit, Angela whispered fearfully.
“That wasn’t very nice of her,” I giggled, marveling at the feeling of a cock in my hands for the first time, ignoring Angela’s fear. “I hope I’m not guilty by association.”
“You’re anything but guilty,” Willowbud laughed, her hands squeezing me just right, causing my tail to curl behind me in excitement. “You’re as innocent as they come, aren’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?” I whispered, my lips inches from hers, my breath growing sharp as she grew hard, “And here I thought I was being quite the seductress.”
“No,” Willowbud smiled, spreading my squeezed glutes and trailing a teasing finger from each hand around the nerve-covered circle of my anal rim, “you’re timid for a girl of your species. You have the spirit, but not the experience.”
“Are you going to give me the experience?” I breathed on her lips, feeling the need roaring between my legs, feeling her hard heat throbbing between my hands.
“One that you’ll never forget,” Willowbud grinned. Her fingers pushed into my ass, curled at the knuckles and pulled apart, stretching me open, sending a blast of searing pleasure deep into my colon. My heart jolted in exhilaration, my body melted into hers, and my lips opened around her awaiting mouth. Her kiss was domineering, lustfully possessive, and I drank it in as my hips gyrated pathetically around her piercing digits. She pushed in deeper, forcing my body to shift upward, forcing a muffled scream from my mouth as she spread my virgin asshole gaping. My lecherous cry traveled between her lips as I hastily pulled her pants past her thighs, springing her shaft from her waistband. It nestled between the dripping petals of my lust, throbbing teasingly against them, so close to pushing inside me, so close to giving me what I needed. My cry turned to a whorish whine in her mouth as I pleaded desperately for her to give it to me, to sate the ravenous emptiness that tortured my depths. She pulled my body upward with her penetrating fingers, causing my shoulders to pinch back as a shiver raced between them. My pussy glided along her shaft, the swollen folds squishing their delicate flesh about her girth and leaking a trail down her length. My slit finally opened against her tip, and she held me there, letting my weight cause her fingers to push deeper into my anus, delaying my womanhood for an agonizing moment, making me scream my desperation into her mouth. She smiled against my lips, pleased with my begging, and she let me drop. Our kiss broke, my chest lurched forward, my eyes widened, and a song of sweet satisfaction poured from me as my virginity was finally taken. It was painful, and I felt the blood, but my lewd body adapted easily, exalting as it fulfilled its lecherous purpose. Somewhere in my mind, I heard Angela’s voice moaning.
ANGELA
I doubted that I would’ve enjoyed the things Willowbud was doing to me if I were in my own body. Four of her fingers were pushed knuckle-deep in my ass and pulling apart, stretching me open, letting the stiff air of the brothel tickle my exposed insides. I doubted that I would’ve enjoyed fucking in public if I were in my own brain, but Justina’s mind didn’t care about such things. I doubted I would’ve enjoyed the violent way in which my virginity was taken, but Justina’s body absolutely reveled in it. I doubted I would have enjoyed any of this in my own body and mind, but I wasn’t in my own body and mind. I was in the hormone-soaked mind of a nineteen year-old succubus, and the body it controlled was built for the perverse.
So, I said in astonished pleasure, feeling everything Justina felt, this is what it feels like.
God, it feels so good! Justina giggled mentally as she moaned physically. Are you OK in there?
Oh, I’m fine, I said, my mental voice wavering as Willowbud began to thrust into us, you just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll sit up here and enjoy it.
You don’t want a turn in control? Justina asked, shifting her hips with an instinctual grace that would never have come naturally to me.
You’re a natural at this, I said, savoring the thick meat separating our insides, marveling at the way Justina clenched perfectly around the nymph, give me some time to learn, and I’ll tell you when I’m ready for my turn.
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