Succubus Master Pt. 12

"Master," she purred, "may I please release your massive cock so I can worship it?"

I looked back at Liz and smiled confidently.

"Yes, you may, Cyn."

Without any further hesitation, Mom dropped to her knees and released the Kraken. It was perfect, because it wasn't a performance anymore, and I think that shone through to my restrained sister. Mom went after my cock like it was a Christmas present she'd been dying to open all month. She'd barely lowered my underwear when it burst out at her and almost knocked her upside down. It was a massive piece of meat that bobbed to the tune of my heartbeat. The tip oozed precum like it was a leaky faucet. It was ready to find its first hole to stuff to completion, and my mother couldn't wait to have her lips wrapped around it - either pair.

"Hmmm," she moaned as she barely managed to put her mouth around my plumb-sized helmet. Once she did, she went to work. In less than a minute, I was already weak in the knees.

By my count for that day, my mother's lips wrapped around my cock for the sixth time. Every single time she did, though, it was as good as the first. It really was like she was sucking it for the first time - exploring, discovering, delighted, intoxicated. It helped that I had legendary demonic stamina, but it was more about her than about my ability to keep getting hard over and over. She was just that good at sucking cock. She combined all the excitement of that first time with incredible expertise.

I kept one eye on Liz. She could tell how genuinely enthralled my slave was, and that ramped up her arousal even further.

"God, how have I not noticed you carrying something like that?"

"Hmmm," I softly chuckled, "has my sister been checking me out?"

"Nooo," she replied lamely, and then looked away, almost pouting.

It was so cute to see her like that.

"Alright, Cyn, I think that's enough for now." I patted her head, and, even though I felt her reluctance to let go, she did what she was told. "Now it's time to finish preparing our guest."

"Wait, what?" That got Liz's attention.

"You know what to do?" I looked down at Cyn.

"Yes Master," my mother responded, almost sounding too eager for her next part.

"Max, keep that skank away from me. I don't go that way. I'll scream."

"Now, we can't have that. Cyn, panties."

Mom eagerly and sensually shimmed out of her panties and handed them to me. The fabric was warm, slightly damp, and reeked of her essence.

"What are you doing, pervert? What ARE Yoohmmmm-" Liz she couldn't finish what she was about to scream, because I crammed my mother's panties into her mouth. Then I secured her head back to the bed restraints. She was staring daggers at me, but even though there was hate in her eyes, her body told a different story.

"Okay, Cyn," I said. "She's all yours."

My mother wasted no time. With youthful energy, she sprang onto the bed and latched her lips onto Liz's dripping peach. Liz's body jerked and moved, but the restraints held, and soon a steady flow of moans began to escape from my sister's panty-stuffed mouth.

It was a sight to behold: a mother pleasing a daughter, or a daughter falling under the spell of a mother's expert tongue. Even though Liz still didn't know that it was our mother, I did, and that knowledge turned my cock from steel to titanium. I was so hard that I could have fucked through a brick wall. I wanted to have someone or something wrapped around my shaft, and my gaze immediately turned to the lovely, wet hole nearer to the foot of the bed. My mother didn't merely know how to eat pussy. She knew how to eat pussy while spreading her legs and arching her back just-so, presenting for her master.

I got on the bed with the others, lined up my cock, and plunged myself into my mother's needy cunt. I felt a surge of joy from my mother as her hours-long famine became a feast. Even at that, I was a little surprised when she forced herself backwards and impaled herself on my entire length. All the while, she never once removed her mouth from Liz's snatch. I was still getting used to just how limber her new-and-improved body was.

Never mind her limbs and joints; I didn't think I would ever get used to her new snatch. Frankly, I wouldn't have wanted to. The tightness, the warmth, and the strength behind it... it was a pussy that was meant for me and me alone. I'd remade it that way. Still, even as I was reveling in my mother's perfect pussy, I couldn't help but to think about my sister's, and how it might feel - both before and after I modified it. Those thoughts spurred me to orgasm far quicker than I'd intended. Before I knew it, I was thrusting hard into my mother, and we were both nearing our mutual climax.

"FUCCKKK!" I groaned as my balls constricted and flooded my mother's womb. The scalding hot cum triggered her climax. Liz's body shuddered and shifted under the restraints, the third domino to fall. Thanks to the sheer length of my and Mom's orgasms, for a few wonderful moments, The Carters were cumming simultaneously.

My mother detached herself from her daughter's snatch, lifted herself, and pressed against my body. "Thank you... Master," she let out in a breathless whisper. Her skin was warm to the touch, and I could still feel slight tremors running up and down her body. She felt great against me.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I whispered into her ear.

"Yes. Oh god, yes, I did. Liz... she tastes... wonderful." She spoke as she tried to catch her breath. The stench of Liz was prevalent every time she exhaled. It was intoxicating, and had to have a taste - first from Mom's lips, and then from somewhere else.

A floral fragrance, not unlike my mother's, washed over my senses. It made sense to me, since they were mother and daughter. While my mother's was sweeter, Liz's had more spice. It didn't taste exactly like a mixture of my mother's and Rayna's juices, but it spoke to me of a blend of their personalities: my mother's loving heart, and Rayna's fiery passion. It all came together into a new, unique whole, and it was delicious - so delicious, in fact, that I had to try some out for myself.

"Go sit on the corner and watch me make my bitchy sister into my cum slut, just like you," I groaned with a little rumble. It seemed to reverberate - not just through the room, but into both women too.

My mother, ever the dutiful slave, did as she was told and proceeded to sit on the corner of the bed, her masked face staring at me. At the same time, she slowly scooped up the cum that was leaking out of her snatch and brought it straight to her mouth. She reminded me of a woman at a movie theater, eating popcorn while anticipating what came next. I was more than happy to give her a show.

I leaned down and took a long whiff of Liz's snatch; I wanted to familiarize myself with its aroma before I tasted it, like a person smelling their wine before taking that first sip. That ritual completed, I leaned down and dragged my tongue up and down her wet vulva. Her body trembled with every stroke of my tongue, each one also eliciting a stifled moan that escaped from around the panties still stuffed into my sister's mouth. I gave Liz everything that I had, both as a sex demon and as a lover. I flooded her senses with my demonic aura. I listened to my devilish instincts. I used every tongue technique Rayna had shown me while we were in the dreamscape, and discovered which ones worked the best on the unique flower in front of me.

I also reached inside her mind and implanted commands. I knew that I needed to do everything in my power to break and tame her, because ultimately, she was just like my mother. She was a slut who desperately needed a master to both own her and love her. Liz needed me, in particular. She had for a very long time - long before I'd become the half-demon who could finally, fully satisfy her.

"HMMMMMM!" Liz groaned in shock and ecstasy as a wave of euphoria crashed down on her. Despite being restrained, her body shook and bucked. The restraints still held; she was trapped, and could do nothing but bask in the pleasure her brother had just given her.

"My, you taste good," I said, grinning at her as I began to sit up. Her only response was a moan and glazed-over eyes. "I think it's time to move this along."

I scooted myself up until our lower halves just barely met. Once there, I pushed my cock down onto her toned belly. A loud smack echoed throughout the room, and I swore I heard two distinctive moans.

My mother's ideal cock was huge - well over a foot long - and my sister's, I discovered then, was about an inch shorter, but slightly thicker.

"Why do the women in my life love big, fat cock?" I asked in a whisper, as I noted how far past Liz's belly button my cock could reach. I didn't dwell, nor did I expect an answer from either my mother or my panty-gagged sister. I began to knee-walk back until I had enough room to push my cock right up against Liz's drenched pussy. She had remained in her drunken stupor of euphoria, but as soon as the tip of my cock made contact with her entrance, she sobered up. Her whole body flinched at the sudden touch, and I could hear the restraints squeal in protest as she tried to rip herself free. It was all a farce, though. Even though she was acting like she wanted to escape, her genuine desire was for me to take her in every way possible. That was why her pussy was flowing like the Amazon River.

"It's time that you become mine," I growled at her, sending even more shivers down her body. Still, once the tip of cock rested neatly just outside her opening, her entire body stopped. Anticipation and fear were almost the same thing already, and my cock was very, very big.

Will it fit?

How will it feel?

Will it hurt?

Can I stop it?

Should I stop it?

Do I want to stop it?

All those thoughts ran across Liz's face as she tried to lift her head. I didn't want to make her wait any longer, so I flexed my hips and forced the plumb-sized helmet into her. There was some resistance, but once I breached the gap, my cock slid right in.

"Huuu... Mmmmm," Liz gasped in complete shock. It quickly turned into a primal moan. Her pussy squeezed and pulsated around my meaty cock - not to try to push it out, but to drag it further in. And in and in I went as I tried to bottom out inside her. I would drive my cock so deep into her that every time I reached a barrier, her whole body would flex against the restraints. Then, when I thought I'd gotten to the end, I would bend even harder, and her pussy would yield to the strength of my cock. I rearranged her insides thoroughly, and Liz loved every minute of it.

The panties in her mouth fell out at some point. Her voice came out loud and clear. All I heard was a fierce, primal groan. It was as if all higher functions in her brain had shut down, and only the most primitive parts remained active. I had seen a few of Liz's intimate scenes - that I had had to pay for - on OnlyFans, and I knew she could get very animated. Nevertheless, I felt that without the restraints, she would have been all over me - not for money, not for fame, but for the sheer pleasure of it. The sound of squeaking fabric and leather as they were being pulled to their absolute limit combined with her noises, and I could have sworn that I heard a few stitches being popped. None of it mattered to me. If the restraints broke, I'd restrain her. If the bed broke, I'd fuck her on the floor, or even through it. I was taming my sister, and I wasn't going to let anything stop me.

I drilled into her over and over again until our hips finally met. She came once she felt me bury my giant cock deep inside of her, and I felt her warm juices envelop it. I knew that one orgasm wasn't enough, so I didn't pause, or even slow down. I sped up. Before I knew it, I was like a train going full speed ahead. My hips were a blur, but thanks to my new, inhuman stamina, I never got tired. For Liz, it was more like a train wreck; each train car was another catastrophic orgasm that crashed into the one just ahead of it. I'd built up so much momentum that they just keep careening forward.

She came and came and came, and the only thing she could do was hold on for dear life - figuratively, restrained as she was - which only seemed to intensify her experience. Her inability to move, her lack of control, and the fact that I was the one in control of her - and had chosen to punish the shit out of her pussy with my massive half-demon cock - brought her to heights that I knew she'd never experienced before in her entire life. Her once-animalistic grunting and moaning finally coalesced into two audible words, and then into a single noise:

"Fuck me."

"Fuck me,"

"FuckMe."

"FUCKME!"

She kept screaming out every time I hilted deep inside of her. Her higher mind was still gone; her animal brain had learned two English words just to beg me for more. I granted its wish.

The bed squeaked loudly; the sound of skin slapping filled the whole room; all three of us were grunting like animals. Mom, I was sure, was masturbating hard enough to burn her pussy right off of her body. It was one of the most priceless fuck sessions I've ever had. The only one that had come close was when I'd been with Azura - the night when I'd altered her pussy and we'd become knotted in the end.

My balls started to churn. The mana inside me began to gather as I readied myself to perform the enslavement spell. With a final thrust, I buried myself deep inside Liz's pussy, and branded her with my white spunk. My cum bathed her inside; the mental commands I had put in place kicked in. On top of that, the enslavement spell itself, and what remained of my mana, overloaded every pleasure sensor in her body. Liz gritted her teeth as her whole body started to flex against her restraints. It was as if she'd been shocked by a taser; she was no longer in control of herself. I heard several popping sounds, and Liz's legs flew up and encircled me, pulling me closer to her, and my cock further into her womb. Out of sheer surprise, I struggled to break free of the leg-lock, but stopped when I saw what was happening. The enslavement spell had finally solidified. The collar already around her neck morphed into a brand new slave collar - but the action didn't stop there. All the restraints Liz had on - the ones around her wrists and her ankles - began to change as well. They went from leather to stainless steel, clear complements to the collar. I dove into the penumbra and could feel the new connection; while it didn't have the same strength as my others, I knew that in due time it would. There was no hint as to why she'd received the cuffs as well, or how, exactly, real objects in the real world had been transformed into demonic artifacts. I added those mysteries to my very-long list; in that moment, I just wanted to stay inside of my sister a little bit longer.

Chapter 36

After what felt like forever, and yet all too soon, Liz finally relaxed the death grip she had around my waist and let her feet sag on top of the ruined bed sheets. As I looked down, I saw what had happened to her restraints. The popping I'd heard had been the stitches that had helped hold down the hardware. She'd climaxed so hard that she'd forced her way out of the restraints and drawn me in closer. I couldn't help but be touched by that, but also be a little scared of Liz's strength.

With her grip loosened, I was able to pull myself out of her ruined pussy. The loud slurping sound accompanying the act probably would've sounded gross to most people, but I found it hot. A river of white fluid began to seep out of her; - my cock had created a reservoir, then become its dam. I couldn't let so much of my cum go to waste, so I decided that someone needed a little mother-daughter bonding time. Back at the corner of the bed where I'd left her, my mother was recovering from her frantic self-abuse. Her body was trembling, experiencing the aftershocks of what must have been a very satisfying orgasm. Judging by the stained sheets beneath her, it hadn't been her first. My mother got off from watching her children doing things they shouldn't do. We were a family of degenerates, and to me, that was okay. At that moment, it was quite convenient.

"Cleanup time!" I waved my cock right in front of her, and, like a moth to the flame, her lips were inexorably drawn to it. Unlike the moth, though, they didn't flit about. They latched on with a purpose. Mom hummed in pure bliss as she got a taste of what her children tasted like together.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes Master, it tastes so much better than all the others," she replied with lust in her voice. Then she proceeded to swallow my dick once again, trying her best to take it whole. It felt absolutely wonderful, but, clever as she was, she'd guessed wrong.

"That's good Mommy-slut," I said, "but I didn't mean to clean me up."

She took the hint, smiled, and apologized for her misunderstanding. Then she proceeded to eat the fresh creampie that I'd left inside her daughter.

Liz's whole body flinched at the sudden contact, but Mom was a true expert, and her daughter was in no state to pretend to dislike girl-on-girl sex anymore. Still, though, Liz managed to hold one coherent thought in her head long enough to slur and moan out a question.

"Ma, hmmm. Max... What do you hmmmmm, mean about, oh fuck," she groaned as she tried her best to get out her message. I was surprised she did so well. I'd just fried her brain with sexual pleasure, and I had some idea of just how crazy Mom was driving her. To hear my other girls tell it, she was nearly as good at eating pussy as she was at sucking cock, and she was a world-class cocksucker. Though it was a mighty struggle, Liz still managed to gather her wits and complete the sentence.

"What do you, hmmm... mean about Mommy... slut?"

Her question ended with a bated breath.

I was a little disappointed in myself that I'd spoiled the reveal, but I had a feeling it would still have an impact; Liz wasn't exactly all there. I had our mom lean up, and, with a bit of a flourish, I grabbed onto her mask.

"Remember what you said? That you would tell Mom about me? Well, let's just say she'd be completely understanding. Right. Mom?" I emphasized the last two words as I pulled off my mother's mask. Her face was shiny with sweat, and her hair was a bit matted down, but she did still look beautiful - even more so as she looked down at a still-stunned Liz.

"Hi, sweety," Cyn said. "I can explain."

She was quickly interrupted by a very confused Liz. "What the fuck is going on!"

"Language sweety," Cyn scolded her daughter, using a very motherly tone. It was almost comical, given the scene in front of me.

Liz's eyes were darting frantically between me and my mom. The more she recovered, the more confused she got. She was only recovering some energy at that point, not much mental clarity. We'd done a real number on her.

I returned to the bed and got in close to my sister. I was going to release her collar restraint from the bed, but saw that the new stainless-steel version was no longer attached. That, too, was convenient for me. I wrapped Liz up in my strong arms, stroked her hair, and radiated gentle dominance - not magically, because I didn't know if I could do that. It was all about my body: its height, its weight, its strength, its warmth, and how it surrounded my newest slave.

Mom took my cue and began stroking the rest of Liz's body - not in a sexual way, but how one would soothe a pet. In the end, though, it wasn't our attempts to calm and comfort her that had the most effect. It was my dominating presence. When Liz's eyes met mine, I silently conveyed that she needed to settle down and listen to her new master. She felt how much stronger I was than her, and she submitted - at least enough for me to tell her all about the new family dynamics. The stuff about demons, magic, and hell-planes could wait.