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The fires of war had settled, the smoke of desolation had cleared, the skies had little promise of incoming storms and the lands were not at war anymore.
20 years. 20 long years to war, bleed and cut stiff backs and arrogant eyes. The lords that populated the land were lesser now than what they had been 20 years ago, but the ones left willingly joined arms, and weapons, with them today.
Leisore had known many petty princes for a long time, but the title of “king” had long been vacant, and the crowns the lords wore too small to really fit the title.
But after 20 bloody long years, the crown had grown, the land unified inch by gory inch, and the lords once again gained their authority not from their might of arms.
But from the King’s.
The whole world still laid broken beyond the lands that spoke a sensible tongue but, in Leisore at least, a first step had been taken in restoring glory that it had once known.
So it was, King Adze, first of his name, had called all of them together, his deadliest swords, his best warriors, as well as his ablest administrators and notable petty lords. Those who had dropped a knee to him dared not send someone in their steed, and those who had been made to do so had no choice in the matter; they all had to come.
The harvest had been good the last few years, and the land and seasons were getting warmer. Providence from the divine, no doubt, but the harvests that followed the Adzian Unification filled the pantries to bursting, and the markets to rotting. The calves grew big and fat, and the goat kids proud and strong. This was a time of plenty, a time of celebration, and, some were the whispers…
A time of gift giving.
Morrigan, who was part of King Adze’s household, already knew the truth of course.
As befit a warrior, she was a red-haired woman of tall stature. Five feet and nine inches, if the tailors were still right, only now 40 years old. She had not been born in Leisore herself, of course, but the Druidic law lands of her childhood were but a hazy memory now. Her father, the exile, had fought for Adze’s father and so had gotten her involved early on, opening the door for a proper career of bloodletting-ship.
Many thought it a pity, for war had stopped her from continuing her line and finding a spouse. Doubly so because many saw themselves as that spouse.
But they just didn’t know.
Tall she might be, but Morrigan had long been considered something of a beauty. Aside from her red hair, her eyes were an uncommon gray that few other women shared in this land. Her nose was straight and upturned. Yes, even in her 40s. Her cheeks were naturally rosy, her chin small, her lips inherently red, and her eyes large. A face for looking and being looked at, her father had always said.
But most men looked at her body.
The rigors of training and battle meant that her shoulders were slabs of toned muscles, and her back muscles small pyramids that reached for her neck. Generally, however, fights tended to drag on, and the sort of body that best dealt with that particular rigor tended to be lithe. Her arms, which were defined with rope-like cords of muscle, reflected that. Her stomach, which was utterly flat, reflected that. Her legs, whose muscles were otherwise very defined, reflected that.
But for some reason, her tits and ass did not.
Large was the bust divine will had endowed her, and pillowy the ass that she sat down on. Her skin, being white, had freckles that went through it out all over, but these showed the most in breasts that were as large as catapult stones. It showed on her pasty ass, and dissapeared upon getting to her wide hips.
Morrigan had made of her body a temple to fight, but all most men who looked upon her saw was a brothel to fuck. Perhaps, she really SHOULD have gotten married long before now, if only to discourage such eyes and whispers in the dark.
But, as she stood guard on the long banquet of the palace being built on her lord’s Capital, a hand came around to remind her why she hadn’t.
It slapped her ass and made it jiggle, almost eliciting a gasp from her. It was a vulgar hand, a daring her, and one whose owner would have normally had to pay with a bloody lip for going that far.
But Morrigan didn’t, because it belonged to the Queen.
“Having fun?” a woman who was 2 years her senior asked, a bit of white hair starting to show on her roots..
“Fun is something that those noble and rich do,” Morrigan duly informed the black-haired woman, “As I am but a mere household guard, I only know duty.”
“What a waste,” the Queen slid her hand through Morrigan’s ass, not a single person in the party there noticing that anything was amiss.
Morrigan’s seniority in her Lord’s guard meant that she could choose her own post for even this event, and she had chosen to observe the goings and comings of the King’s party from the second floor of the still unfinished palace. It was a place that was hard to get to, and poorly populated, but it endowed her with an unparalleled ability to observe everyone below.
“How about you make it your duty to let me enjoy my fun, then?” the Queen asked, leaning against her in a way that would have raised many eyebrows if anyone could see them from this angle.
Because, as chance would have it, this spot also allowed the Queen to seek a spot of adultery with her.
“What of the prince and princesses?” Morrigan asked as the Queen stuck her hand inside chain mail shirt Morrigan was wearing, seeking out her tits.
“My boy’s a-courting, and the girls a-courissing,” the woman softly replied, “Or do you, perhaps…”
“Mean your daughter?”
“Pleeease,” Morrigan hissed as she felt her queen pinch her nipples, “Anessa, please, don’t repeat those words ever again.”
“Oh, but we are alone here and now, you and I,” the woman replied.
“Why hide the truth, especially when it's oh so intoxicating?”
“Because it’s worth your and mine head should anyone know of it,” even as sexual desire rose up in her loins, Morrigan couldn’t help but drily reply.
“But they haven’t,” the Queen said, “And they never will.”
“But should they,” she said, “None of them would ever suspect that you have-”
She reached down into the armored skirt that Morrigan had, and sneaked her hand where Morrigan’s panties were, “-this.”
Cold hand touched the limp 9 inch dick that Morrigan had. But the touch was enough to make it start to grow and fill out her skirt.
When fully erect, it was full foot of dick that was rather hard to hide or wear around in her heavy mail. But the Queen had her ways of making it go away, so Morrigan leaned back, and allowed the woman she had been having an illicit, if dangerous relationship, get close to her face to-
“MORRIGAN!” the king’s voice barked from down below.
Had the Queen been any faster in detaching herself from Morrigan, perhaps she would have made for a good warrior herself had she spent time training. As for Morrigan herself, she only had but too look around them to make sure that, yes, nobody had seen them.
And yet.
“MORRIGAN!” King Adze called again, “Come down, my good sword, come down and stand in front of me.”
“The time to reward has come and I would give to those who first stood with me!”
Morrigan looked at the Queen in askance.
“No, I don’t know what it’s about,” she sighed with relief, “But I am glad that he’s doing it. You deserve it, after all.”
“If you say so,” Morrigan frowned; lords gave members of their own house their gifts behind closed doors, though she supposed the whole kingdom was now his house.
“Apologies for making you and the gentlefolk gathered here wait,” she bowed before her king a few moments after, having made sure that no sign that she had been about to engage in adultery showed, “The Palace promises to be large and a lot of the ways are still undone.”
“A trifling, easily forgiven,” a man whose hair was white and peppered waved his hand, “Especially since my daughters have yet to make their way to their seats.”
“And they’ve been here in the hall all along,” he drily looked at the 3 royal girls making their way to where the throne was, making them all flush.
“Peace, love,” Queen Anessa appeared out of nowhere, coming to her own seat just in time, “None of us are used to such a sizeable crowd, and all of us are still getting used to this new home.”
“I suppose this IS a time for peace,” Adze hummed, making his family relax, “And suffering from my own success is hardly the worst curse a man could have. Very well, hurry to your seats, girls, I mean to give my gifts.”
A boy, a man, really, was seated to Adze’s left, while the Queen sat to the King’s right. The rest of the seats for his family were for the girls, and they were laid out to the Queen’s right. Many eyes might have been on the sole heir, and many eyes were on the princesses of Leisore but Morrigan’s couldn’t help but search for a particular girl here.
And it wasn’t her Queen.
Black was the hair of the only bastard that Morrigan knew the Queen had given her lord, and aquiline, eagle-like, was her nose. The patrician nose was common to the people of Leisore, and it was thus a nose that the Queen had passed down to her, but the familiar gray of her eyes, and the shape of her chin and cheeks, gave truth to a reality no one else realized.
At 18 years of age, Agata, the second “daughter” born to Adze was a girl of great beauty, looking much the same as Morrigan might have. Save for the big lips the girl had, the set of features they both shared looked cherubic on her, where they looked beautiful in Morrigan. And the similarities didn’t stop there.
Her bust size was great. Huge, point in fact. Matching Morrigan’s pound for pound, her dress had to carry tits that were larger than her head. Her ass, too, was very large, and her hips, too, made her sway them as she walked. Her skin, too, was the pasty white Morrigan possessed but the freckles, thankfully, were nowhere to be found.
Too many similarities would have called things too much into question.
But, given that not many people knew that Morrigan was a rare futa, well, no one had ever made the connections.
Looking at her secret daughter was a vice of Morrigan’s, but this was a situation when it could be forgiven, when all was said and done, so she took advantage of it.
But Morrigan did not expect, however, for the princess to be looking her way, of all things, as well.
By chance, Agata’s eyes made contact with her, and Morrigan’s breath stopped as she realized that the Princess had caught her looking above her station.
But, surely, that was normal, right? The princess, surely, wouldn’t think this had a higher motive behind it, yes? Everyone was, and the Princess had no reason but to dismiss Morrigan’s wondering eyes.
But the Princess did not look away.
No, instead, a smile split her face, flashing Morrigan her white teeth.
“Morrigan!” King Adze said again, shaking Morrigan out of the queer stare down she shared with her secret daughter, “No one gather here will begrudge you what I am about to give you.”
The nobles gathered in the hall made noises of agreement and muttered a few “hear, hear” here and there. But then, it wasn’t healthy to disagree with the king for being generous.
“I am yours to do what you see fit, my lord,” Morrigan stepped up before his throne and knelt.
“Damned right, I am,” Adze seriously nodded, “Which is why I am naming you Baroness of one of my recently conquered lands,”
A gasp rang out through the hall and Morrigan started to sweat.
“B-baroness?” she asked.
“A Lady of vineyards and wheat somewhere to the south,” the king agreed, “It’s my crownlands, otherwise, and I need someone to take care of them for me.”
“But…land, me?” Morrigan dumbly said.
“Will anyone gain say me?” the king loudly asked and, this time, the hall was mostly silent.
Morrigan chanced a look around her and found, to her surprise, that there indeed was nobody showing disapproval.
Mostly, it was envy.
But then, a baron wasn’t a particularly great powerful lord, nor was a baron-y a particularly big plot of land. Adze was making her powerful in relation to him, but not in true peerage to most of the lords gathered here today.
Still…
“If you-you say so, my lord,” Morrigan swallowed the saliva in her mouth.
“I do,” Adze said, “But that’s not all.”
“There’s more?” Morrigan had to ask.
“Do you know which are the gifts that people most oft tell in tales, sword of mine?” the king chuckled.
“The greatest ones?” Morrigan ventured a guess.
“The first and last ones,” the king corrected her, “Which is why we endeavour to make them great.”
“My king’s wisdom is beyond me,” Morrigan bowed her head, because she didn’t really have a reply to that.
Before continuing, Adze gave the Queen a quick look from the corner of his eyes, before turning back to Morrigan with a calculative nod.
“Tell me, Morrigan,” the King began, “Have you ever become appropriately acquainted with Agata, my daughter?”
Morrigan looked at the king with confusion before the question hit any bells in her head.
But when she did-
“What?” both she and the Queen’s gasps rang out in the hall.
“Baroness Morrigan, former of my household guard,” Adze smirked, “I present you with my virginal daughter.”
The King was gesturing at the illicit offspring of Morrigan and the Queen who, unlike her mothers, was standing up and looking at her father with… happiness?
Eagerness?
Her daughter was thrilled?
“Oh, father,” Agata sighed, “I didn’t dare hope you’d listen to my words. Thank you, thank you thank-”
“Absolutely NOT!” the Queen interrupted her, getting up and glaring both at her husband and daughter.
“But-,” Agata choked back.
“I didn’t do this for you, little bird,” Adze said, “Proud though it makes me.”
“Though I do wonder why my lady wife thinks she can gain say me in my house in front of my own guests?” he casually asked, looking at his wife.
The Queen went slightly white.
“She-the baroness is a woman!” the Queen, at least, managed to get out, “That’s unnatural! That’s insane!”
“Oh, it’s the height of hilarity to hear you say that,” Adze said, “Considering the things that people can’t tell apart.”
Morrigan felt as though the bottom of her stomach sank.
Did…did he know?
“Such as our daughter’s preference in spouse,” the King went on, “Or is her reaction not evident enough?”
“Agata is just not attracted to men.”
Murmurs filled the hall as Agata resolutely stood where she was, not daring to look away from those that observed her.
“That-that doesn’t matter!” the Queen desperately said, “It still shouldn’t be Morrigan!”
‘And why not, my dear Lady wife?” The King had a sharp smile on his face.
And it was nothing short of vicious.
“Because….because…” the Queen tried to come up with a reason on the spot before her mouth clicked shut.
Anessa turned around and furiously left the hall.
“She’ll come around to it,” King Adze said to everyone gathered there, “Women, am I right?”
Everyone there laughed.
“But stand, Baroness Morrigan,” King Adze bid her.
“What say, you?” his eyes pierced her.
“Do you accept my daughter’s hand?”
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My Lord, there are no reasons to refuse the gift except my own deficiencies. Might I have time to properly ponder a way to answer this proposal?
In the king’s hall, her king’s hall, there were no good ways to turn down either his threats or his gifts. No way to look like the loyal vassal she was if she would scorn the rewards he offered her. So she had done the best thing.
She had bid for time.
Rather than being wrought with her, her lord had given her an indulging smile, “Truly? Take your time, but don’t take too long. I’ll wait safe in a bit of knowledge that I am rather surprised my lady wife seems to miss.”
“You, after all, do not lust after men either.”
The murmur of the lords gathered there didn’t seem surprised and made Morrigan realize what sort of rumors spread about her far and wide. But correct as they might be, the whole thing had generated significantly less backlash from the peeraged gathered there than she expected.
“They think you are being circumspect,” the Queen had later explained when Morrigan managed to pull away from the party, “They know it would be stupid of you to outright refuse, but they think you are trying to avoid quarrel with your new peers by marrying so far out of your new station.”
“But I hadn’t even the thought that I would become a baroness!” she had complained to the only lover she had ever known.
“They don’t believe that,” Anessa said, then nodded, “But we can use that.”
“We can avoid this damnable incestual disaster yet.”
Things were still up in the air, like a game of knucklebones, and the hope that there was a way out gave lift to Morrigan’s soul. Her king, well-meaning as he was, could not know what he was pushing on her. No, worse, it was something he shouldn’t know.
And yet, that same ignorance…
A sound in the night stirred her from her pondering.
Morrigan was in her room, awake late into the night. Full moon filled the rooms of the palace with sparse light through wooden windows opened to let the cool night air in, but they only revealed so much. Most of her bed was illuminated with blue tint, but Morrigan herself had been stirring in the dark under her sheets. This was a hot night to sleep in nothing but breast wraps and loincloths.
A night in which worry drove her to think and consider things-that is, until she was interrupted.
New Baroness or not, the Feast of Victory still had a few days to be done, and the palace was still half done. Everyone who came here was garnered with habitation worthy of a host like King Adze, but that did not mean that showy, colorful carpeted rooms were given to everyone.
As a member of the house guard, Morrigan had enjoyed her own room in her lord’s house for years now, and the move to this new palace did not change that. Neither did her ascension to baroness.
Last night she went to her bed a houseguard. Tonight she did so a baroness.
But it was still the same bed, in the same room, with the same things she’d always have. When she left for her new lands, when she entered her new home and met her new servants, things would be different, Morrigan supposed.
But some things never changed.
“Who’s there?” the red-haired woman asked as she pulled a familiar dagger from underneath her pillow, hoping that it would be an errant servant getting lost in the palace again, but fully expected it to be a drunk noble making their way to the wrong bed.
Just as well, it could be an assassin.
Whatever it was, it did not answer her question.
But the hiss of cloth sliding along the stone floor still sounded, and it only got closer.
“I warn you,” Morrigan glared at the direction of the sound, her dagger ready to fly, “I am not unaware, so either present yourself or get ready to die.”
“Hmm,” a familiar voice shivered in the dark, “Spirits know, I always admired that about you, Captain.”
Morrigan’s face lost its pallor as she recognized the voice.
“Or, should that be, Baroness?” the intruder into her room walked into moonlight, a single thin layer of night clothes to protect her dignity.
Agata, the middle “daughter” of her king, stood above her with her cheeks already flushing and her eyes already aflame.
“That sense of danger,” Morrigan’s illicit daughter whispered, “That strength so rarely found in a woman.”
“Do you really not want to take me?” she asked as Morrigan quickly made her dagger scarce.
“P-princess,” she stuttered to respond, “What are you doing here? Why?”
“What other reason could a young lady have to sneak into another’s room in the middle of the night?” Agata sardonically responded.
And then she slipped out of her robes, revealing the womanly curves of her body.
“I’ve come to know you as a wife would a wife.”
“You can’t do th-HMPH!” Morrigan tried to protest, but the princess was upon her.
Trained in the ways of killing as she was, wrestling this young girl shouldn’t have been hard at all. But the thought of being rough with a princess, of all things, paralyzed Morrigan’s arms as her secret daughter grabbed her head.
And pulled it into her absurd bust.
“Do you see?” Agata asked as the two huge orbs of her chest engulfed Morrigan’s head, “My teats are soft and warm, aren’t they?”
They were, very much so.
“Do you see?” the unknowingly incestuous princess asked as she pushed Morrigan back, and made her lie down on Morrigan’s bed.
Morrigan’s head still trapped amid that heavenly chest.
“This is the sort of comfort that I can provide you in these hot nights,” Agata devlishly giggled as her body followed her unknown mother’s, her hips coming to straddle Morrigan’s stomach as they settled on the bed, “This is what you can await with me as your wife.”
“Do you see?” she asked again as she drew back, her tits slowly lifting from Morrigan’s head.
“Princess!” Morrigan choked on air now that she could breathe again, “You shouldn’t do this! We shouldn’t do this!”
“Bah, I was considering making your private acquaintance before father offered me,” Agata frowned at her, “See, I always suspected you had a thing for me, given how often you look my way.”
Morrigan stared at her daughter.
“Yes, just like that,” Agata chirped, “Do you have any idea what that did to my loins?”
“How could I-it wasn’t what you think!” Morrigan protested.
“Oh?” her daughter quirked an eyebrow, “How about we put that to the test?”
The princess reached behind her, and grabbed Morrigan’s loincloth. She trusted her hands inside her crotch.
And stopped when she grabbed her 1 foot long futanari cock.
“A dick?” she gasped.
“I am a hermaphrodite woman, my lady,” Morrigan stifled a moan, “A futanari, if you like.”
“A woman who also possesses male genitalia…” Agata whispered
“Just so,” it was hard for Morrigan to speak with a hand around her dick, “Do you see why we are not so compatible, after all?”
Her daughter gave her a look.
And then her grip around Morrigan’s cock tigthened.
“You still have a pussy, don’t you?” Agata hummed as she pushed the loincloth away and brought the dick up.
She was stroking it!
“Y-yes, but!” Morrigan moaned.
“Well, that means I’ll have something to eat later,” Agata licked her lips, “But for now?”
Her hips rose and laid Agata’s crotch over Morrigan’s turgid dick, ‘Who knows?”
“Maybe all that was needed for me to like cock was for it to be attached to a woman,” Agata outright mocked her unknown futa father as she slowly, allowed her body to press down on Morrigan’s cock with her puss.
Her vagina, virginal as it was, was a simple slit bereft of all labial defences, but it still spread around Morrigan’s dick like a flower would.
“You don’t know what you are doing!” Morrigan moaned as the tip of her glans was squeezed into this incestual hole.
“Is that, hmm, right?” Agata, to her credit, stopped.
With Morrigan’s cockhead inside her pussy, yes, but she still stopped.
“Take it out of me, then?” she goaded Morrigan, “Prove to me how dedicated you are to your chastity, my dear Baroness.”
Morrigan’s daughter was over her, her luscious tits floating in the air, inches away from her Morrigan’s own tits. Her wide hips and ample ass spread out over Morrigan’s waist, the light of the moon enough to see all this luscious curves and flesh ready to be hers.
Morrigans had a sense of right and wrong. She had a sense of loyalty and decorum. She even felt compelled to do well by those who did good by her.
But, at the end of the day, she was still a woman who had betrayed her king’s trust and bedded his wife. She was still a woman to whom, when push came to shove, the draw of the carnal still won.
This wasn’t what she would have wanted.
But her daughter, being here and now, chasing her like a lion chases the herd? It pushed Morrigan’s flaws hard.
It made her break.
“Fuck!” Morrigan grunted in frustration as her hands came over Agata’s sides, and gripped her ass, “If you’ll behave like a dog in heat? Fine.”
She pulled her daughter into her cock with her hands.
“I’ll treat you like one!” Morrigan moaned as her cock impaled her daughter’s cunt, the force of her arms, and the weight of the girl, making her dick push on before her daughter even had the time to get used to her.
“Oh, fffffuck!” Agata all the same moaned as if this was good, as if having her maidenhead taken without patience for her pain was the best thing.
Morrigan felt a barrier in her way, a little bit of flesh that stretched against her glans.
It was one last barrier to her, and it broke underneath the futa onslaught.
“YES!” Agata moaned again, rapturously arching her back as virginal blood came gushing down into Morrigan’s crotch, “I imagined your fingers would take it, but this is sooo much BETTER!”
“Y-you are too loud!” Morrigan admonished her, not wanting to think about taking her daughter’s virginity.
“Then make me quiet, woman,” Agata purred. Her crotch finally landed in the base of Morrigan’s cock, and the glans of Morrigan’s dick kissed her outmost depth.
“Treat me like you would your wife,” the princess ordered as she squirmed in her lap, hips moving side to side causing Morrigan’s dick to rub against her daughter’s cervix.
This could not stand.
“I would not treat my wife badly!” Morrigan roared as she sat up and encircled her hands around her daughter’s waist, “I would not beat or make her suffer!”
“Even if she wanted it?” her daughter sneered.
Morrigan shut her up by putting her hands around her neck.
“I would teach her to be a better woman, of course,” she squeezed lightly on her daughter’s neck, making her gasp for air.
Making her moan in delight.
“Teach her to be someone like her mother!” Morrigan lifted her daughter from the hand she had on her ass, and directed her ascension with the hand she had on her neck.
Letting her simply fall again straight into her dick was a simple matter of letting her daughter’s weight do it’s thing.
“But you are being quite the whore,” Morrigan grunted as her daughter crashed into her crotch. Her dick punched her cervix and made pangs of pleasure go through all of her, but she could not stop to enjoy the moment.
No, she had to speed up.
“So I need to show you what a monstrious blunder it was to tempt me like this,” Morrigan hissed as she lifted her daughter and slammed her into her cock.
Again and again.
“Yes, please!” Agata begged as Morrigan helf her aloft from her neck and ass, “I’ve been so very sinful for the longest time!”
“Please put me in my place!” the princess groaned as her pussy was impaled and her clitoris slammed into Morrigan’s crotch.
“You think that by losing your virginity, you are making your biggest mistake,” Morrigan moaned as she was in full tilt now, her mind full of nothing but lust.
This girl was her daughter, the secret child that she had made with the Queen.
“But you mistake- “ at that moment, she was nothing more than a young nubile thing that she needed to breed.
“-I can go one step further.”
“I can make you heavy-” Morrigan stopped to moan as she slammed her daughter into her dick once again, “With something that can’t be ignore.”
“I can get you pregnant,” Morrigan, driven insane with sexual desire, said words that she should have never directed to her daughter.
But said girl, instead of being disgusted as she should, instead wrapped her feet around Morrigan’s waist.
“Show me!” she croaked even as her mother squeezed her neck.
So Morrigan, whose balls could take no more, clenched as hard as she could as she slammed her daughter one last time.
Her cock made her cervix open slightly, caused a direct pathway to her uterus to appear there. Futa testicles laden with nothing except female sperm contracted like muscles as a virile payload made it’s way up Morrigan’s shaft.
“You asked for it!” Morrigan moaned as she exploded inside her daughter’s snatch.
And made the smell of sex and semen flood her room.
She felt her daughter’s stomach expand against hers as she pumped ejaculations of spunk into Agata’s cunt. Thick as the seed was, she shot it directly at the opening into her cervix, splashing a lot of seed back out into her vagina.
But also injected a lot of it directly into her uterus.
A hot night with a full moon was the precise time of the month for Agata’s body to be ovulating.
It was precisely the best time to do good on the promises Morrigan had so thoughtlessly made. And the worst night to avoid all marital responsibility to her daughter.
A feminine sperm cell found an ovum inside her. Many did, actually, but only one managed to fully go inside.
Daughter and mother conceived an incestuous child then.
But only the mother could appreciate how wrong it was.
“Ooooh FUCK!” Agata moaned as she shuddered as well, rapturous relief making her spray Morrigan’s lap with her love juices, “This is BETTER than I thought it would be!”
“I was right!” she gasped as Morrigan let go of her neck and smiled rabidly at her mother, “A cock, attached to a woman, isn’t so bad!”
Morrigan, for her part, could scarcely enjoy the clarity that came in the wake of an orgasm.
The knowledge of what she had just done to her daughter was now making itself fully known.
“Point in fact,” but her daughter was still talking, looming over her like the storm Morrigan could have avoided, “It was fantastic!”
“So,” Agata slowly lays herself on top of her mother, both their breasts being utilized like comfy pillows.
“Have I not made my case?” Smugness radiated from her.
“Do you still think you can avoid being my wife?”