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Sinister Soul Mates-by Drace Domino When Morrigan Aensland met her first Umbra Witch, she found her fist-deep in some green haired goddess. It wasn’t too much of a surprise; only a creature of profound power could cause the sort of shockwaves through the ether that had drawn Morrigan to her location. As soon as the succubus had stepped into this new realm she had made a beeline for a taste of that power hanging in the air, something addictive and sweet and sultry. At the time she wasn’t sure if it was the presence of another succubus or some other beast entirely, and how pleased she was to find that it was one of the sexiest human forms she had ever seen...using an equally gorgeous green haired slut as a glove. Morrigan had paused before approaching, and pinched some of her own green locks to give them a precursory glance. Perhaps heading to meet this new woman was simply asking for the same treatment as the current fisted target was getting - perhaps she just had a tendency to drive her hand up the pussies of women with emerald colored hair. For the moment Morrigan hid in the clouds surrounding that unique battlefield of Palutena’s Temple. “Now then, goddess, doesn’t that feel so much better?” The witch with short black hair adjusted her glasses with her free hand, the other twisting and spasming inside of the pussy of her current target. Palutena was doubled over onto her hands and knees on the hard cobblestone floor of her temple, groaning and drooling and flexing her magical wings as if they were any other muscle. Bayonetta’s purr continued as she twisted her wrist from side to side, and delivered a sharp slap to the goddess’ ass with her other hand. “My, how I do love making the divine drip. How do you look the other gods in the face, knowing what a slut I can make you with but a flick of my wrist?” From her hiding spot in the clouds, Morrigan watched with widening eyes and an impressed blush creeping over her cheeks. Dressed in what looked to be skintight black leather that allowed for open slots across her legs and chest, the Umbra Witch in the distance was clearly like nothing the succubus had ever met. She was a creature of profound power and intense magical strength, something that existed beyond the realms of reality while frolicking back and forth between them. To the succubus’ acute senses it was clear that this bespectacled woman was far, far more powerful than her usual targets, and it was quite likely that this “Palutena” slut had questioned her power. Morrigan’s short head wings flapped in excitement and she clenched her fists into tight balls, a wide and wicked grin spreading over her features. What fun! Finally, a challenge! She was just about to drift from the clouds to launch her attack when she heard the Umbra Witch speak up once more, this time loud enough to make sure everyone nearby could hear. “I’d love to keep making you break every vow you ever made, Palutena, but I’m afraid...my attention is required elsewhere.” Bayonetta’s hand pulled from the goddess’ pussy with a wet sucking noise, and she held it aloft with a glistening dose of nectar covering her from fingertip to elbow. Once she pulled her arm free she gave an impressed whistle, looking at the spread of wet marks across her arm. “...good depth, though. Who knew angels had such deep cunts?” “Hahh...mmmph...nnn…” Poor Palutena was laying flat on the stone floor of her temple, twitching and gasping and unable to pay attention to anything but the pleasure still shivering across her. It made for poor conversation, but it did allow for Bayonetta to turn her head to the clouds, her sharp eyes narrowing behind her glasses right where Morrigan lurked. A smile swept over ruby red lips as she waved her angel squirt sticky fingers, and spoke up in a playful yet lightly threatening voice. “I haven’t seen you around here before. Rather...low class for an angel sanctuary, aren’t you?” And with that, the Umbra Witch swept a hand forward to dismiss a portion of the clouds, revealing Morrigan in all her curvy glory. A flawless chest. Glorious curvy hips. A body that was literally designed to make mortals go mad with lust. Bayonetta observed such sexual providence for a few seconds before offering a tiny shrug, as if she wasn’t impressed in the slightest. “Hmph. Very low class, indeed. Bats on your tights? Really, dear, Halloween is over.” “Oh, you’ve got a sharp tongue, don’t you?” Morrigan’s response came swiftly, and she lifted herself up into a confident flying position. She floated in midair with one leg crossed over the other’s knee, and took the time to study her well-polished nails for the moment. Once she was sure they were absolutely perfect she let her fingers tease across the top shelf of her breasts, just overtop the frilled bodice that only barely kept them in place. “And here I was hoping to make a new friend. We have so much in common, you and I…” Her sultry accent dripped from her tongue, and yet Bayonetta wore the same undaunted smile. If anything all she afforded Morrigan was a little lift of her brow, an ultimately bemused look to be sure. “My dear, if you want friends I suggest you go to the Mushroom Kingdom. A few portals down, you can’t miss it.” And with that, the Umbra Witch’s tone went dark and threatening as her glistening hand tightened into a fist - a fist coated in a goddess’ squirt. “If you stay around much longer, I just might decide there’s not enough room here for two women that wield powers like ours.”Powers like theirs - it was clear that Bayonetta recognized that they were two of a kind. Morrigan smirked even wider as she looked the mysterious dark haired woman up and down, paying particular attention to those breasts contained within that tight fitting outfit. It truly looked like leather, but yet something was...off about it. Something not even the succubus could piece together. Regardless, her confidence was determined to be her undoing, and she floated a little closer to the ground in her seated position.“Let me decide for you, lass.” Morrigan chirped, before a hand flashed out before her and crackled with a dark, demonic energy. Just before she unleashed her first attack she gave a bit of advice, some that she dearly hoped her newest target would take. “Try to protect that pretty face of yours, I plan to be having quite a bit of fun with it!”It was then that two dark, sensual forces began to clash among the clouds. --- Energy roared across the sky as Bayonetta and Morrigan clashed, each woman tapping into her own dark powers to assault the other. As Morrigan’s first assault roared towards the Umbra Witch Bayonetta easily backflipped out of the way, and to her own perceptions everything seemed to drastically slow down. It was the perfect opportunity to unleash her pistols from their hip holsters and fire a spray of bullets; not just from the guns held within her hands but those attached at her ankles. In her typical acrobatic fashion Bayonetta spun in elaborate circles as she fired back at Morrigan, and the succubus only narrowly managed to dash from side to side to avoid the lion’s share of the blast. It was clear from an early point that the two were rather evenly matched if completely different in their style, and Morrigan grit her teeth with the knowledge that she just might have bitten off more than she could chew. “That’s a lovely style you have, lass! Reminds me of a cat I know.” She threw a taunt to the Umbra Witch, just as her shadow tendrils began to race from her back to the other woman’s slender form. As they ripped through the air Morrigan’s eyes flashed with devious intent, those wiry stalks reaching mach speeds as they neared their target. “You’ll get on your knees before me just like she did!” “You demons are always so obsessed with kneeling.” Bayonetta scoffed with a smile, and her muscles went tense as she tracked those rapidly approaching tendrils. “As if you don’t know how to have fun on your feet!” What followed was a feat unlike any Morrigan had ever witnessed, and it left her heart racing in its stead. Bayonetta waited for the succubus’ tendrils to nearly reach her, at which point she gracefully hopped above them and began to grind across them like a rail. With lightning speed she rode those tendrils right back to their source, the entire time flexing her arms above her head and showing her flawless figure. When she neared Morrigan her unique outfit seemed to shift around her, and with full momentum Bayonetta launched herself straight to the other woman’s face - her legs spread and her pussy exposing a split second before impact. Slap! The sound of Bayonetta mounting Morrigan’s face in mid-air reached even the exhausted Palutena laying on the floor far below, though the goddess was a bit too exhausted to look up. If she wasn’t; however, she would’ve been treated to a sight even the divine were never privy to. The Umbra Witch hooked her legs around the back of Morrigan’s head as she rolled her hips forward; forcing her wet, warm pussy across the demon’s face. Pleasure rolled through her as she reared her head back and gave a moan of abject desire; fingers moving down to draw tight handfuls of that long green hair. “Mmph!” Morrigan was in a state of shock to be certain, but undaunted she let her tendrils continue sweeping through the air despite their initial failure. They swept upward and coiled around Bayonetta’s arms, peeling them back and holding them outstretched to protect her from any potential blasts from her guns. Meanwhile, Morrigan spared two more tendrils to snake forward; one of them rushing for Bayonetta’s mouth and the other squarely for her ass. Naturally, though, the succubus licked and suckled against the other woman’s pussy the entire time - after all, it was in her nature to pleasure a wet cunt within her proximity. Her assault landed just as well as Bayonetta’s, and the Umbra Witch’s eyes went wide as Morrigan’s tendrils snaked her arms and pushed against her holes. She went from the undisputed woman on top to a slut with a quivering black tentacle stretching her ass and working in and out of her mouth, an unexpected twist to be sure. Still, she kept her legs locked around Morrigan’s head, and as the other continue to lick she thrust herself backwards in a sudden spin. From below, it would’ve looked nearly ludicrous. One woman mounting the other’s face while black tendrils coiled and ensnared her, working into her holes from any angle they could manage. As Bayonetta thrust backwards it added a spin to the whole flying affair, and Morrigan’s own burst of energy increased the momentum. What was two mid-air sluts soon became a pair of spinning mid-air sluts, and as they went faster and faster Morrigan managed to give a cry past Bayonetta’s wet, delicious folds. “Let’s take this to the next level, shall we?!” She called up at her new rival, nectar slathering her face. She even pulled her tendril from Bayonetta’s sucking mouth, just so her new “friend” could response. “I can’t be wastin’ time with you all day, I’m sure there’s plenty of other lassies to enjoy around her!” “Don’t you even bother asking before playing with another woman’s toys?!” Bayonetta snapped in response, and though her arms were bound her hands stretched out with fingers wildly flexing. “But I agree - let’s make things interesting!” As the two continued their spinning, mid-air wrestling match Bayonetta’s magic flared from her fingertips. Just as easily as she switched between the Trinity of Realities in her own native dimension, she manipulated the air around them as they enjoyed each other. The pinch of that tendril fucking steadily in and out of her ass only gave the Umbra Witch more coy confidence in her motions - it always helped to keep a lady focused to give her something thick to enjoy! As energy warped around them Palutena’s Temple faded away, and a swirling ether buffeted their bodies as they travelled rapidly from reality to reality. Paradiso...Inferno...the Human World...no places so boring. Bayonetta was firmly intending to show off her new friend all across so many other, more exciting universes. The F-Zero races in Port Town Aero Dive were briefly interrupted by the sight of a swirling black portal opening a dozen feet over the track, and the brief appearance of two gorgeous women engaged in what could only be described as a sexfight. The short-haired Umbra Witch had managed to free herself from the tendrils at that point, and was pressed against Morrigan from behind with a hand stuffed down the front of the succubus’ tights. The demon’s head wings were flapping desperately as she struggled to break free, and the cameras at the race track managed to record a few perfect snapshots of the woman in glasses biting at the ear of the other. It was clear they were having the time of their lives, even if they disappeared into another portal before it went much further. The sweltering heat of the jungle struck their bodies again as they ripped through another portal, this time with Morrigan in the leading position. As their mid-air struggle continued she had managed to strip away her clothing and force Bayonetta’s face in between her thighs, getting a return favor for her early service. Her tendrils were in motion once more, pistoning in and out of the Umbra Witch’s lower holes, fucking into her pussy and ass with reckless abandon. As the two women soared across the leafy canopy of the jungle there was a sudden howl of confused primal rage, and Morrigan only barely noticed as a massive barrel began to roar towards them from the ground. With a gasp and a last minute flicker of energy she pulled them into the next swirling opening - with the knowledge that this most recent stop sported a tie-wearing gorilla that didn’t tolerate flying naked witches and demons. By the time the next portal opened, Bayonetta had flipped not only the dominant role but her own body’s makeup. With a flick of her wrist and a snap of her fingers her slender pussy had turned to a throbbing cock, and she had bent the naked Morrigan over to fuck her steadily from behind. She groaned in utter delight with that demonic cunt wrapped around her shaft, and her hands stretched out ahead to grasp her by the head wings for maximum control. The portal spit them out in a dark world with blue neon borders on either side, and rushing towards them were massive white balls that struck Morrigan one after the other - shattering as they fucked their way through a Pac-Land maze. “Oh, dear, you’re simply the tightest thing I’ve ever had!” Bayonetta purred, fucking her way around the corners of the maze and watching as the pellets shattered on Morrigan’s head. She started fucking harder and harder, so hard that she wasn’t paying attention to what they were coming closer to. “I simply can’t wait to tie you up in some secluded basement and pla--oh, dear.” A glowing pellet crashed against Morrigan’s head as she was fucked from behind, and it fueled the succubus with an even greater power. Her head snapped back to look over her shoulder as the power pellet filled her with energy, and by the time the portal engulfed them again Bayonetta knew - she’d be on the receiving end of a cock by the time they were spit out someplace new. It went on like that for what felt like hours with the two evenly matched women bursting their way through the gateways Bayonetta had opened. Their momentum only rarely slowed or ceased, and when it did it was picked up again by a burst from Morrigan’s aerial lift. Who was winning the match was anyone’s guess, though depending on where someone was standing when they saw the two mid-air women it could’ve easily gone one way or another. In the Kalos Pokemon League, Bayonetta was elbow-deep in Morrigan’s pussy just as she had been with Palutena. In the exploding chaos of Brinstar, Morrigan had taken the form of dozens of bats that teased Bayonetta’s naked body with nibbles, licks, and the pinches of tiny claws. The robots of Dr. Wily’s castle launched a barrage of cannon fire to the sight of Bayonetta’s massive hair-glove squeezing Morrigan like a naked toy, and their scissoring bodies were nearly hit by Arwings as they dashed through the skies of Corneria. And when it was finally over the two women came to a stop at the most peaceful location they had been to - the majestic beauty of the Fountain of Dreams. It was there that their sweat-licked bodies finally gave in to each other, there that the seemingly endless orgasms finally seemed to satisfy them both. By the time their naked bodies rushed into the soothing waters of the fountain both of them were glistening with sweat, and each of them were sporting creampies in both of their lower holes - as well as bellies filled with cum. “Mmm...so...delicious…” Bayonetta murmured around a hungry kiss; pulling Morrigan close as the water surrounded them. Below their waistline their new cocks rubbed back and forth across one another; well-used and enjoyed, but both rather spent. Morrigan reciprocated her new friend’s words by squeezing the shapely ass of the Umbra Witch, and licking a bit of mixed cum from the corner of her lips. “...you’re...unlike anything I’ve ever met.” She admitted, and an almost girly blush crossed her features. It wasn’t common for a succubus to feel so raw, so...attached, but in the span of long hours spent fucking and fighting it was clear she had spent far more time doing the former than the latter. As their bodies continued to enjoy the soothing embrace of the Fountain of Dreams, Morrigan pulled her fingers through Bayonetta’s short dark hair, and offered her new friend an alluring smile. “Didn’t think there were succubi for succubi, lass, but I daresay I’m ready to run off with you somewhere.” “An alluring notion, sweet thing.” Bayonetta whispered in response, and lowered a hand between them to wrap her fingers around both their cocks. She squeezed them together with a soft purr, and leaned in close enough to tease their lips near another wet, hungry kiss. “You’ve noticed how...diverse this reality is, I’m sure. Perhaps you’d like to...go on a date sometime?” Morrigan Aensland merely purred and nodded, closing the distance between herself and her new friend with a kiss still laced with the taste of both of their cum. It was the closest the succubus had ever come to actual romance, and she was already ensnared by meeting a woman so very, very much like herself. As Bayonetta’s arms tightened around her form and their bodies sunk down deeper into the water, only one question remained. ...how many realities could possibly hope to stand against their shared desires?The End.
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Sinister Soul MatesChapter Two-by Drace Domino As Lulu drew the final symbol within the rune on the floor, excitement rose within her like she hadn’t felt in far, far too long. She had waited for this...ached for it. It had been months since she last felt the thrill of an orgasm run through her, months since she felt any level of satisfaction sweep across her full figure. She was the sexiest woman in all of Besaid and yet had gone to sleep frustrated and upset nearly every night since her wedding. Wakka was a decent man, one of the saviors of Spira, in fact. And yet...he was selfish in bed, and it was practically impossible for his dark and brooding bride to grind herself out a release before he popped, even on those rare nights that he was able to get it up. At first, Lulu had given him the benefit of the doubt, but as the weeks had turned into months she soon found herself facing the facts - if she wanted to ever feel the thrill of a climax ever again, she would need to take matters into her own hands. Her own arcane hands, at that. Their home in Besaid was vacant that night - Wakka was off at a Blitzball tournament - and it ensured that Lulu would have the entire weekend to explore solutions through her magic. The mage was dressed in her typical garb of that long, sweeping dress made of crossed belts and a tight-fitting corset, one that lifted her impressive breasts to a state of glorious display. She made sure to look her best, after all, considering the fact that the lover of her dreams might very well be in her arms before too long. With a slow smirk spreading across her lips, the woman stepped before the finished rune and stretched forward a hand, fingers flexing as she spoke in a bold, strong voice. “I draw upon all the magic still left within Spira...the ghosts of Eidolons, the fractured whispers of the Faythe…” As she spoke, her slender fingers began to glow with a burning green light, and the same was reflected in the complex and ornate symbol on the floor. As the rune began to glow brighter and brighter Lulu could feel power surging through her, just as she could feel her own excitement building. Her heart was racing, her nethers were moistening, and when she licked her tongue across her lips it was from the steadying knowledge that soon...soon she would finally work herself free of her sexual frustration. Soon, she would be made to feel like a woman satisfied. There was no shame in her actions, no guilt over cheating on her husband. She needed this...she needed release, or she’d go insane from the loneliness. “Bring to me a creature of lust and desire...bring to me a creature in any form...bind it to this place until my passions have been quenched...with my power, make my yearnings manifest!” With that, the runes of the floor glowed blindingly bright, and Lulu was forced to hide her eyes behind her sleeve for the moment. When the light started to die down the black mage-turned-summoner finally lifted her gaze above her arm, and she finally saw the form of the creature that had been brought to her. It was in a kneeling position, and from a slender frame a pair of bat wings flexed and stretched before folding against an elegant back. A sweeping frame of soft green hair with tiny bat wing adornments slowly began to lift, and when the creature’s head tilted up Lulu could see a face of pure, perfect beauty. Attached to a flawless feminine figure that had come pre-delivered in a naked state, the pretty features took one look at the dark-haired, pale-skinned summoner and spoke in a voice that was laced with irate venom. “What’s all this?!” Morrigan spat out, standing up and practically growling. As she rose, Lulu could see that the woman’s cheeks and lips were glistening - as if she had been messily eating something juicy and sweet. “What kind of manners are those? You summon a woman when she’s in the middle of a date?!” “I…huh?” Lulu blinked a few times in rapid succession, and gave a suddenly nervous swallow. The black mage spared herself a few seconds to look up and down the figure before her, appreciating it for the glorious thing it was. Beautiful breasts perfectly centered against her chest, hips that looked divine to caress, and a patch of matching green hair nestled just between her thighs. She was the most immediately sexy thing Lulu had ever seen, from the green hair to the dual pairs of bat wings emerging from her back and head alike. It was clear this was a creature designed purely for pleasure - a beast that had no purpose other than pure, carnal delight. Lulu drew her courage up and dismissed her confusion, hoping to enforce that purpose. “...you! Summoned fiend! I have called you into my service, conscripted to satis-” “And you don’t even apologize for the inconvenience?!” Morrigan huffed instantly, and folded her arms underneath her impressive bust. The succubus gave an elaborate sigh before shaking her head dismissively, and flexing her bat wings out as she did so. “Fine, fine, you gloomy tart, I get the picture! Another bored tramp with a touch of magic and a worthless husband, you think I ‘aven’t seen this sort of thing before?!” Morrigan lifted an arm forward, and as she did so her breasts gave a firm bounce. As she pointed towards Lulu her fingers curled upwards, rippling with magic so powerful that Lulu could feel it shudder through the air. “Well, you inconsiderate hoor, you just signed up for more than ye bargained for!” That much became abundantly obvious to Lulu as the tendrils from Morrigan’s back suddenly emerged. From just underneath her wings the succubus unleashed one of her greatest weapons, tentacle-length stretches of jet black flesh, each sculpted with a cock-shaped tip. They rushed towards Lulu at a rate of three on each side, and as the black mage gave a sharp cry they made swift work of claiming her. Both of her wrists and ankles were suddenly ensnared while the center two tentacles on both sides reshaped to a slashing point - the cock vanishing just lock enough to form a pair of blades that worked against Lulu’s clothing with expert precision. The belts came asunder and those massive tits were left unleashed as her corset was cleaved in two, leaving the woman naked save for the coiling tendrils wrapping around her. Just as quickly as they took a bladed shape the center ones reformed into proper cocks, and Morrigan beamed with a vicious smile as she rocketed closer and let them slither over Lulu’s frame. “My little hen will no doubt come lookin’ for me before too long!” Morrigan beamed, and turned her cheek towards Lulu’s face to show off the nectar glistening across her flesh. In the proximity Lulu could smell the scent of arousal, the glaze of another woman she couldn’t even speculate on the identity of. “You best get a taste for her now, hoor, since you’ll no doubt be getting plenty before too long!” Lulu didn’t have much of an option - or desire - to resist. The curvy mage had summoned a creature of lust for the sole reason of satisfying her like Wakka never could, and if nothing else...Morrigan seemed quite a bit more invested in the task than her husband ever was. Without a word of resistance, Lulu pushed her head forward to do exactly as Morrigan demanded, stretching out her tongue and dragging it up across the succubus’ cheek, starting from her chin. There was indeed a taste there that had been slathered by another woman’s pussy, and the flavor made Lulu quiver as she greedily gulped it down. If this succubus could make any woman coat her face in such a delicious glaze, then surely...surely she could give her the releases that she had been deserving but denied for so many months. She would’ve praised Morrigan for the flavor, but she didn’t have much of a chance. Once Lulu had proven that she would obey the demon she had summoned, Morrigan took that as a sign that this busty bitch would do anything she desired. The tendrils wrapping around Lulu’s wrists and ankles suddenly wrenched her down to the ground, dropping her onto her hands and knees and making her massive tits sag to the floor. With a sudden and sharp laugh Morrigan flapped her bat wings and lifted into the air - just long enough for her to bring herself down to sit on Lulu’s back. Her wings folded against her shoulders, she crossed one naked leg over the other’s knee, and she put a hand to the back of Lulu’s head to grasp ahold of the woman’s big, braided bun. “I’ve no idea where you brought me, wench, but I ‘ope for your sake there’s no one around that can hear you screamin’. You’re going to be doing a lot of it before it’s all over!” With that, Morrigan’s center tendrils flashed out and sought a pair of holes - specifically, Lulu’s gasping mouth and her plump, wet pussy that had been desperately aching for a cock. The dick-shaped tendrils worked their way inside without any semblance of hesitation or foreplay, for to Morrigan, the act of summoning her and binding her to that spot was all the foreplay Lulu deserved. The woman had called down a force she couldn’t possibly control, and now she found herself gleefully spitroasted on a pair of tentacle cocks that would show her no mercy. They were pistoning wildly from the very beginning, bulging Lulu’s throat and making her eyes go crossed, fucking her down to the womb with every press into her slit. She struggled to keep herself on her hands and knees and eventually the tendrils binding her started to release, unwrapping from her limbs so they could pass across the rest of her body. She could feel a cock wedge between her tits while its tentacle wrapped around them to press them against it on either side, fucking her breasts just as her throat and pussy were claimed. Another two cocks weaved their way into her hands and forced her to rest on her elbows, making her jerk off both throbbing lengths to add to her payload of service. The final of Morrigan’s six tentacle dicks found itself the sweetest entrance of all - the tight rear pucker that had yet to be claimed. “Mmmng...mmmff…!” If there was one aspect of that madness that Lulu resisted against, it was when Morrigan pressed her particularly wide, big cockhead against her ass. It was all new territory to her, and her curvy figure wasn’t sure she could handle it. Morrigan, with one hand still resting at the back of Lulu’s head, merely gave a laugh as she spoke in a dismissive, cocky tone. “Well well...shoulda thought of that before ye summoned me, hoor!” She chirped in teasing delight, and with a flick of her finger suddenly shoved her member inside. The cock-shaped tentacle came perfectly lubed to enter Lulu’s ass, gliding within her with a natural self-glisten that allowed the woman to handle her without any trace of dry discomfort. Not that it took away the sharp sensation of suddenly being stretched around a member so massive - nor did it diminish the impact that came with Lulu ignoring her ass for so many years. The mage convulsed violently as she was speared with the final of Morrigan’s cocks, and the tense shaking and vibration that overtook her in the aftermath made the succubus’ wings flap out - rocking and flexing in order to help her keep her balance on what had become a bucking seat. From there, Morrigan gave a taunting yawn as her cocks all had their fun. Continuing to brace herself with one leg crossed over the other, the succubus allowed her tentacle dicks to unleash the full weight of their passions upon the mortal foolish enough to call upon her. Lulu’s pussy, ass, and mouth were a playground for violent thrusts that took her as deep as possible, and the ones within her hands and between her tits were no less demanding. Lulu was left overwhelmed, barely able to breathe as spit oozed from the corners of her mouth and her holes were objectively brutalized by the demon’s passion - and it went on and on without ceasing, even as Lulu’s moans and cries fell into the realm of desperate whimpers. And Lulu, even though she had immediately become the submissive slut of the demoness she had summoned to serve her, even though her ass ached and her pussy was claimed further than Wakka would get in his wildest dreams, even though her body had become little more than a warm plaything for an army of cocks...found herself happier than she had been in months. Goosebumps rose across her arms and her head was swimming in delight, even as her tongue was pressed flat to the floor of her mouth and her throat bulged with dick. Her pussy was claimed so experately and so deeply that nectar dripped with every shove, falling to the floor below to where the summoning circle still burned with power and radiance. Lulu’s world became one of intense pleasure, and her body became little more than the tentacle cocksleeve for a creature of unfathomable wicked desire. As her holes were claimed and she was left with the sensation of pulsing delight rocking through what felt like every inch of her, Lulu barely even noticed when a noise filled the room similar to that of when Morrigan was first summoned. There was a flash of darkness this time - a sweeping shadow that covered even the glowing runes on the floor for a fraction of a second, and then to slow clicking of heels to the ground, followed by a teasing voice. Lulu couldn’t possibly turn her head to see just what the source of the voice was, but the tone was one of feminine authority - playful, sophisticated, and clearly ringing with an edge of heated desire. “There you are, darling.” It spoke up, addressing itself to the succubus riding her new pet. “I was almost worried when you vanished, and here I find you having a spot of fun without me?” “A summoning circle calls almost as strong as you do, hen.” Morrigan chirped up, voice ringing with a tender affection. The cocks pushing in and out of Lulu with rampant and zealous desire picked up all the faster, and the buxomy black mage moaned desperately around the one flooding her mouth. “But look on the bright side, we’ve got a new toy to share!” “Very nice, indeed.” Came the other’s voice, and she stood in such a fashion that Lulu could just barely get a glimpse of her. Or at least, a single leg, slender and taut and with a sharp heel attached to a shoe sporting a pistol on the side. Whoever this woman was, she was a creature of as much power as Morrigan herself...and she had a dangerous style to match. “Stop toying with her, my dear. Relationships are about sharing, after all.” Morrigan merely chuckled, and though Lulu couldn’t see it, she slipped her arms up and around the shoulders of her lover. She pulled Bayonetta into a deep and doting kiss; lips parting and tongue rolling forward to share with the other woman her sweet and seductive flavor. As the two kissed and shared the deep affection they felt with one another, Morrigan’s tentacles began to pound harder and harder - and poor Lulu was left even more overwhelmed than before. She wasn’t fucking the black mage just for her own pleasure anymore, but to show off. To show off to a creature of immeasurable power...and that meant Lulu’s tender body would be sore and well-fucked by the very end. Lulu spasmed in the release that she had been yearning for all this time, but it was far from the brief and sudden affair that one might have expected. Through Morrigan’s twisted magic and the dark tendrils that violated her body, once Lulu became to cum...she showed no signs of stopping. Her thighs twitched uncontrollably and her eyes rolled back in her head, voice crying out in desperate glee as Morrigan’s throbbing tentacle weaved its way down her throat. Her body was pushed to a point of glorious release that made her feel like she was trapped in time, and in that moment Morrigan chose to unload upon her with every tendril available. Six cocks in total squirted either inside or on Lulu’s body, and the black mage was left twitching as she was used as a sponge for demonic cum. Her ass and her pussy tensed in pleasure as they were flooded and filled, and each cock was wedged as deep as could be as they released spurt after spurt of nectar. The one woven between Lulu’s tits slathered her massive bust in cream while the ones in her hands squirted wildly into the air - mostly painting her shoulders and her dark locks of hair, soaking the complex braided bun. The one in her throat tackled its climax in the most skillful fashion, unleashing the first burst into her mouth to puff her cheeks and flood her senses, at which point it drove even deeper. Lulu wasn’t permitting to swallow - just because her throat was too filled with cock already. Morrigan’s throbbing tentacle fired rope after rope of sticky cream straight down the black mage’s gullet, forcing it down to her belly to give her a warm and thrilling sensation that she would carry through the evening. All the while, Lulu remained trapped and shivering in her endless climax. All the while, Morrigan and Bayonetta kissed passionately, their affection spared only for one another. Lulu wasn’t a lover to Morrigan...she was a toy. And that toy was about to be shared with the only person that could possibly match a succubus’ heat. Lulu’s constant climax finally came to a screeching halt through a simple willed thought by Morrigan - from a state of glorious release to a feeling of bound and tense pressure that matched her most whimper worthy moments during her marriage. As the tendrils pulled back they left a mess of a woman behind, and Lulu’s pussy, ass, and mouth were seeping cream. With every thick cough where Lulu bid for air her enormous breasts swung, dripping more of it to the carpet to further spread the mess. She was a cum-filled and cum-covered mess by the time Morrigan finally lifted herself up off of her back, standing face-to-face with Bayonetta. With an almost sweet affection, the two women folded their hands into one another’s grasp as they walked a few feet away to admire the mess Morrigan made...and so Lulu could see fully the twin monsters that would spend the rest of the evening ruining her. Her vision was blurry, her throat was sore from moaning and the impact of Morrigan’s tendril, but Lulu still had the strength to look up and witness what awaited her. As she gazed at the two figures before her, Bayonetta’s skintight outfit seemed to simply evaporate around her, revealing a body that was every bit as flawless as Morrigan’s own. In the same fluid motion both women’s lower halves seemed to tremble with power, and appearing from their laps with a quake of magic was a pair of glorious, throbbing cocks of their own. Equally long, equally thick, and equally intent on making this mage pay for ruining their date. “Are you ready, dear?” Morrigan asked aloud, to which Lulu swallowed what remained of cum against her tongue. She gave a tiny nod and slowly started to speak, her voice little more than a hoarse croak as she did so. “I...I think I--” She didn’t get a chance to speak much before Bayonetta interrupted her. “She wasn’t speaking to you, slut.” The woman smiled, and raised a hand to adjust the frame of her glasses. “You don’t ask a toy when it’s ready to be played with. You simply enjoy it until it breaks.”*** Lulu’s voice filled the home she shared with her husband, calling out in desperate and depraved glee as she was stuffed with two immense, throbbing lengths. The busty, cum-filled woman was still soaked from Morrigan’s unleashed passion by the time she was pushed to mount Bayonetta, spreading her creamy slit around the new woman’s pulsing member. Once she was pushed into position and her knees dug against the carpet Morrigan was quick to slide behind her, easing her own cock into the woman’s ass and sinking herself down to the core. Together, the two women filled Lulu to a point that made her quake and shudder, and as she swung her full breasts above Bayonetta’s face the Umbra Witch merely chuckled as she spoke. “She’s quite the voluptuous one, darling.” She offered, though her voice wasn’t meant for Lulu so much as the black mage’s new owner. “I’m surprised she had to call for assistance in sating this hunger.” “If it’s one thing I’ve learned about mortals, hen…” Morrigan purred, and with a flap of her wings drove her cock a little deeper into Lulu’s ass. She was wedged in fiercely tight, and a steady line of cum oozed from Lulu’s ass all the way down to Bayonetta’s sack, coating it in a sticky warmth. “...they’re never satisfied until they pass out.” From there, the two women laughed and began to use Lulu as the slutty bitch she would become for the rest of the night and beyond. As Lulu’s eyes crossed her entire body went tense and convulsed, shuddering and shaking as the duo pounded into her. Just because the girls had their cocks unleashed that didn’t mean that Morrigan’s tendrils would be gone; though, and soon Lulu could feel them sweeping around her once more. Again they grasped her breasts, again they pushed against her cheeks, again they stuffed down her throat until it noticeably bulged and she found herself drooling around the edges. Bayonetta from below just giggled at the sight, and drug her tongue slowly up Lulu’s throat as she witnessed the sculpt of her girlfriend’s dick pushing against the flesh. She didn’t even mind the drool that landed against her cheeks or across her glasses - what fun was it if you were afraid of a little mess? The double stuffing of Lulu was only the first of the trials the two would put the black mage through, and the first whisper of what she would be up against now that she was under their sway. They were rough and depraved in their handling of her, caring little for her comfort and only working to satisfying their own lusts. In truth, Morrigan could sense that her binding to the area had resolved the very second Lulu had climaxed with tendrils stuffed in all of her holes, but then...why bother leaving, when she was already there and the summoner was proving to be such a delightful little target? Both Morrigan and Bayonetta alike were creatures of tremendous power, far surpassing anything that Lulu could ever hope to aspire to. She barely even noticed when it felt like she was being lifted in the air, and her knees fell from the floor as Morrigan and Bayonetta both began to fly a few feet over the ground. With Umbra butterfly wings and succubi bat wings they were able to keep aloft while sandwiching the woman in between their slender figures, and their cocks continued to pump harder and harder into her entrances until they finally unleashed their torrent. Warmth flooded Lulu, and amidst her cry Morrigan’s tentacle started to rush its own cream down her throat once more. At least this time Bayonetta was close at hand to lick the seed from her cheeks as it oozed down her throat, though that affection came with a whispered threat. No - not a threat. A promise that carried a terrible, hefty weight. “Pacts with demons, my sweet, always come at a price.” Bayonetta purred, just as she shoved her hips forward and further stirred Lulu’s doubly-filled pussy. “Fortunately for you, it’s one you’re obviously prepared to pay.” Lulu, with cum dripping from the corners of her mouth and her body shivering and raw, could only gulp down another mouthful before whimpering. This was the reality she had willed into existence, and now...now she would need to pay the price. In what came next, Lulu could only piece together the world around her in frantic flashes in between tremendous orgasms. Her body was sore and tender, but that ache meant nothing when every living sensation was filled with glorious joy the likes of which she never would have had with Wakka. At one point she was on her knees once more, fucked from behind by Bayonetta while her mouth was pressed against Morrigan’s pussy to near-suffocation. The next moment, she was howling to an aching throat as the two women sadistically forced both of their impressive cocks into her pussy at the same time. In the most intense moments Lulu felt like her entire world was unravelling into madness, like when she looked up from an ass she had just recently been licking only to see none other than her old friend Yuna. “Seein’ things, are ya?” Morrigan’s voice passed from the sweet features of Lulu’s oldest friend. She wiggled her ass back and forth, and shoved Lulu’s face right back against it. “Maybe if you do a good job pleasin’ an illusion, we’ll go out and find the real thing!” It continued to a point of exhaustion on all fronts. Lulu was spent mentally, she was spent emotionally, and most of all, physically. By the time Bayonetta and Morrigan had entered their eleventh hour fucking her - thanks in part to Bayonetta’s wonderful Witch Time - the black mage had simply endured too much. She was being spitroasted between their cocks when her figure went limp, cum oozing from every hole, her hair tangled and messy and completely undone. Bayonetta, still hilting her cock in Lulu’s mouth, looked up from the messy bitch and up to the radiant figure of her girlfriend. “Looks like she passed out.” Bayonetta cooed, and shook her hips from side to side to continue dragging her cock across Lulu’s flaccid tongue. “Just like you said, my beloved.” “I’m surprised she lasted as long as she did.” Morrigan chirped. Like Bayonetta, she still looked as refined and flawless as when they began, without a single drop of sweat marring her supernatural beauty. And like Bayonetta, she showed absolutely no signs of pulling herself free from where her cock was jammed deep within the summoner. “Oh well. I suppose we don’t have to listen to her whining anymore!” Lulu would keep getting fucked by the pair for another six hours...she just wouldn’t be awake when it happened. Time passed at a laborious rate, partly thanks to Bayonetta’s tampering, and partly because they were two masters of the craft delighting themselves with each other and their lovely new toy. Lulu’s curvy, fuckable frame found itself as a wonderful cocksleeve even without the woman herself being conscious, and the two took profound joy in passing her back and forth, pumping her fuller and fuller with rich cum or slathering their soaked pussies against her. At some points the pair even threw themselves into each other to continue their date, though when they did it was always while using the human as a bed, grinding across her again and again and leaving her stained with the proof of their affection. The pleasures of an Umbra Witch and a succubus could burn for aeons...and as such, Lulu was deeply lucky that they only let themselves burn close to the twenty hour mark. By the time the two women stood - with Bayonetta’s hair reforming around her figure and Morrigan’s skintight clothing magically appearing on her body once more - Lulu was laying in the center of the floor, right atop the rune she had hastily drawn to bring herself a glimmer of satisfaction. Together, the two lovers gazed at her naked frame laying in a fetal position. She was still dripping fresh cum that they had pumped into her mere moments ago, still glistening and sticky and would most certainly wake up sore. “What should we do with her, dearest?” Bayonetta asked, though the coy tone in her voice made it clear she already knew the answer. Sure enough, when Morrigan flashed a hand forward there was a sudden rise of shadowflame - smoky tendrils wrapped around Lulu’s exhausted body before suddenly disappearing, taking the summoner with them. Whisked away to a safe place for safekeeping...and future use. “We put away our toys until we’re ready to use them again, of course.” Morrigan purred, and slowly drug her tongue across her lips. “Just like that angry fire breathing lass from last week.” Bayonetta merely grinned, and leaned forward to press a tender, even loving kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek. Sometimes, the two had to actively hunt for new toys. This one had been kind enough to call for them directly. In the end, they all went to the same place. To Morrigan and Bayonetta’s toy chest, to wait for their next session of eternity-spanning bliss.End of Chapter Two.
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Sinister Soul MatesChapter Three-by Drace Domino “Isn’t that lovely to know, hen?” Morrigan cooed, and with but a single thought every last tentacle seemed to tighten and twist harder. “A Twilight Princess isn’t any more difficult to best than a regular one!” “Perhaps we’re just that good, darling.” Bayonetta’s cooing response came, sounding a shade sweeter than Morrigan’s accent, yet still ringing with authority and superiority. She even let her hands lower to the locks of Midna’s red hair, using a single finger to usher some of the strands to curl around her digit. It was with a dismissive grace that she let them all tumble back down again, letting her hair frame those blushing features once more. “It does indeed seem like the more they put up a fight, the more...delicious the victory.” “She’ll be a fine addition to the toy box! Ah’ can’t wait to plop her right there beside all her friends! But first, let’s see what she can do!” Morrigan’s giggle was enough to make Bayonetta beam from ear to ear - so happy she was that her love was enjoying herself. There was genuine affection behind her glasses as she gazed towards Morrigan, watching the tentacles from the succubus’ back spin further forward to keep entwining Midna. The Twilight Princess’ failure was already complete, and by that point she was stripped bare and forced to her knees between the two. Morrigan’s tentacles had encircled her thighs, her waist, spun between her breasts, and bound her hands behind her back - not to mention positioned their tips to her lower holes. Morrigan once more gazed up from the bound redhead to her wicked partner, pressing her fingers to her chest as she spoke in a genuine, honest voice. “Why don’t you take the first run at her mouth?” “Are you sure, dear?” Bayonetta asked, hands on her hips and looking down at Midna. The sneering Twilight Princess had clenched teeth and a scowl, but knew full well how helpless it was to fight against the pair. “You did most of the work...this time.” “Ah’ did, but you’re the best lover a girl could ask for.” Morrigan grinned, and swaggered ahead to stand just behind Midna. She stood with one hand to the back of her head, fingers tightening within her hair as she clenched her teeth all the harder. Morrigan was more than happy to present Midna to her partner as if she was nothing more than a toy to be used - which, from now on, was exactly the case. “Y’know what, hen? Ah’ll even join her!” With that, Morrigan gave a single flap of her wings, and in doing so pushed herself smoothly down to her knees. She dropped right behind Midna and pressed her chin atop the woman’s shoulder, arms linking around her waist in an almost affectionate fashion. Her tentacles all coiled about the woman’s blue body at once, and for the first time her lower tentacles pushed ahead, squeezing against Midna’s ass and pussy in perfect tandem. Morrigan was quite happy to just kneel there behind Midna waiting for Bayonetta’s attention, though as she was finally violated Midna suddenly spoke up, hissing in a furious, indignant tone. “You...you witches don’t have any idea who you’re toying with!” As she cried out, her body trembled with power. Darkness had a deep home within this one, and Morrigan in particular shuddered against her as it rocked across that pale blue flesh. She convulsed, struggled, and fought against her bindings, but all she could ultimately offer were venomed words and harsh, angry glares. “When I break free, and I will...you’re both going to suffer!” “Oh, hush up, pet.” Morrigan giggled, and slipped a hand up to stroke Midna’s hair. Every motion was condescending, casually cruel, and offered the same way a cat would play with a mouse. “You lost. And it wasn’t really even close to a competition, now was it?” “Sorry, darling.” Bayonetta chimed up, just as her clothing began to slip away. With a simple mental command the hair that substituted for fabric across her body began to part, and as soon as her lap was revealed her meaty, heavy cock flopped forward. It slapped against Midna’s face, leaving a dot of precum glistening down her cheek. In the aftermath of its appearance it simply lingered right in front of the Twilight Princess’ lips, hovering just under her nose and forcing her full attention. Bayonetta just chuckled, and pressed her arms to her hips as she waited for her pleasure. “I daresay that in another life, either one of us might’ve been quite charmed by you. But unfortunately…” “...we met each other, first.” Morrigan finished her lover’s thought, just as she shoved Midna’s head forward. In that stunning moment the Twilight Princess was suddenly filled with cock - a flesh and blood tip forcing its way past her lips, across her tongue, and steadily down her throat. In the same instant the tentacles from below pushed forward all the way, considering the little bit they had already entered all the foreplay that Midna deserved. The blue-skinned witch went crosseyed and instantly grunted and flinched against the impact of all that penetration, left immediately overwhelmed as she was stuffed in triplicate. While she assisted Bayonetta in pumping Midna full, Morrigan soon made good on her word to join in on the Umbra Witch’s pleasure, darting her head forward so she could bury it against Bayonetta’s lap. Soon her voice could barely be heard among Midna’s whimpers, gleefully speaking yet half-muffled by Bayonetta’s sack. “Mmm, my treasure, we’re going to be rough with this one, yeah?” “Particularly rough.” Came the playful response, and Bayonetta smiled to the pair of faces servicing her. One of them with shining eyes and a tongue slathering across her balls, and the other wearing a look of absolute resentment as she strained to take a dick halfway down her throat. Bayonetta’s smug, satisfied smile was an image that would be burned into Midna’s memory for the rest of her days - days that, as one of their pets, would never actually come to an end. “I daresay this one’s powerful enough to deserve...special treatment. Shall we break her, darling?” Morrigan didn’t verbally respond, but it was clear that she agreed by the sudden, sharper moaning coming from the back of Midna’s throat. The Twilight Princess’ entire body spasmed as both of the tentacles inside of her instantly plumped up - growing thicker, probing deeper, and stretching her beyond comfort. Making matters even worse, the one in her ass was pulling upward to slowly open her rear, and she could feel something else pushing from behind her - something thick, something demanding, and something all too similar to Bayonetta’s cock. Morrigan gave a playful chuckle as she bumped her hips steadily forward, pushing her own suddenly-emerging cock against the entrance held open by her tentacle. “Let’s see just how much you can fit, little Twilight Princess.” She cooed, pulling her mouth from Bayonetta’s balls just long enough to give Midna a long, possessive lick across her throat. Her voice sounded particularly dangerous in that moment, with every word forming sweetly on the surface but quickly twisting to show her venomous, wicked intent. Her hands tightened around Midna’s shoulders, her tentacles pushed a bit deeper, and her cock finally wedged itself inside the woman’s ass, doubly stuffing it with flesh. “You’ll be a happy little toy before too long~” As Midna heard those menacing words, she was powerless to stop their advance. Her tongue was squeezed flat to the floor of her mouth as her throat began to bulge, Bayonetta’s enormous cock pushing at it from within. In the same moment the tentacles of Morrigan were reaching deeper and deeper within her, pistoning in and out in rapid, determined fashion. It wasn’t long before the one sharing her ass with the succubus’ cock started to entwine around her prick like a serpent, coiling and swirling around it to give her entire shaft a thicker, bumpier presence. With both tips squeezed in close, Morrigan made a game of seeing just how far she could pound into Midna’s ass, and how high pitched the Twilight Princess whined when she did so. All around her, Midna could see the familiar presence of her throne room - slowly overcome by shadows. There was a time that the darkness gave her solace and comfort, times when she hid within it when Zant had tried to seize her power, but now...now the darkness only reminded her of the threats stuffing her. Morrigan and Bayonetta were the two most powerful forces that Midna had ever encountered, and their sheer presence seemed to warp and twist reality, changing the familiar face of her throne room into a mess of darkness and shadow, all blending together and moving to encircle them. She couldn’t quite know it yet, but she had already been claimed - already shifted through dimensions and realities. She was a toy in a toy box, being played with by her owners...and she was far from the only one. Perhaps if she was lucky, she’d be allowed to see some of the other toys. But only if she proved to be a treat worthy of enjoying. “Mmm...let’s give her a bit of a break, darling.” Bayonetta finally chirped up, though it became rapidly clear that she cared less about Midna’s comfort than she did about shoving her dick down her lover’s throat. As she pulled her hips back the soaked, spit-covered cock popped free of Midna’s mouth, and the Twilight Princess was still gasping and groaning when the Umbra Witch positioned herself to thread it into Morrigan’s just as easily. The succubus was practically purring as she let her lips part and her tongue dance forward, gazing up at her lover with large, adoring eyes to invite her inside. Midna barely had a chance to catch her breath before her head was shoved against Bayonetta’s sack, and despite her greatest reservations she allowed her tongue to slither out, smearing across the flesh that had already been moistened by Morrigan. Bayonetta merely chuckled, and gave the witch a pleased nod. “You know what’s expected of you. That’s good. Stick with that awareness if you want to enjoy the next few thousand years.” Midna glared, spitefully and with profound resentment, while she continued licking Bayonetta’s balls. Soon she could feel Morrigan’s cheek brush past her own as the succubus started to slurp down her partner’s rod, easily taking it just as deep as Midna to show that she could handle everything she dished out. When her nose was pressed to Bayonetta’s lap the Umbra witch grasped the wings on Morrigan’s head as if they were pigtails, tenderly wrapping her fingers around them as she swivelled her hips from side to side. With her cock bouncing back and forth within the walls of Morrigan’s throat, she had no option but to unleash a satisfied groan, and a steady buck forward drove her a little bit deeper. “You hold my heart, dear.” Bayonetta offered her girlfriend the sweetest of affections, and the two shared playful, filthy glances to one another. They were indeed cut from the same cloth, and it was one that nobody in their own native worlds had shared. Whether it was Bayonetta’s old flame Jeanne or Morrigan’s sweet little former pet Felicia...neither of them had been properly satisfied or sated. It took quite a bit to make those two wicked women happy, and the mere fact that they had found each other amidst the endless multiverse was romantic in the most twisted fashion possible. Now the two delighted in each other, revelled in their endless debauchery. And it wasn’t like they couldn’t still enjoy Jeanne and Felicia - why, those were two of their very favorite toys! Bayonetta’s hips continued to roll forward, and she knew that before too long her climax would be upon her. It would be a shame to waste her creamy, spunky load within the mouth of her lover - especially when they had a whole new pet to indoctrinate to the flavor and feel of their cum. When Bayonetta pulled her cock free from Morrigan’s lips, the succubus knew instantly why, and she suddenly pressed her hands to the Twilight Princess’ cheeks. She yanked her from Bayonetta’s balls, allowed the threads of spit to snap and bounce to her chin, and pushed just hard enough that Midna had no other option to let her mouth stretch open wide. “Hope you’re hungry, pet~” Morrigan cooed against the back of Midna’s ear, and pumped forward hard enough to jut her tentacle-wrapped cock deep into the woman’s blue slit. “My hen’s going to fill that little belly of yours, and then we’re going to have some real fun.” Midna was afforded no chance to react before Bayonetta’s cum first fired. The Twilight Princess could only stare up, stuffed in both her ass and pussy, mouth pried open and tongue hanging forward as the Umbra Witch squirted. With a delicate hand Bayonetta held the base of her cock while the other offered it a few tiny strokes, and the entire time she pointed her tip squarely at Midna’s outstretched tongue. The way she teased herself to climax was ladylike, even tender and tiny, but Midna was soon about to learn that the amount of cum that flooded forward was anything but small. It was a game on behalf of the two witches, another way to play with their toy. Bayonetta flooded Midna’s mouth with cum from nearly the very first shot, instantly painting her tongue in white and unleashing torrent after torrent straight into her gullet. The whimpering Twilight Princess could feel the spray plaster her throat and coat her mouth, and while she was left crosseyed and gagging Morrigan was there to control how she handled it. In the split seconds between shots, Morrigan forced Midna’s mouth closed and slid a hand down the woman’s throat - with a bit of magic teasing across her fingers to force her to swallow whether she wanted or not. With a single gulp Midna forced down an entire overflowing mouthful of cum, and the glistening goo hadn’t even cleared from her throat before Morrigan forced her mouth open to receive more. “G...Guh...gnn…” The tiny whimper escaped from Midna’s lips, only to soon be muffled by another few streaks of hot, rich cum. Her tongue flailed underneath the spreading seed and she could feel it glaze down her throat once more, and when she had taken in as much as her mouth could hold the entire process repeated itself. Her lips were forced closed, Morrigan gave her throat a stroke that forced her to swallow, and once more Midna gulped down a massive swallow of cum that fell to the pit of her belly and sat. Again her mouth was pried open and again Bayonetta filled it, and then a fourth, and a fifth time. Each time it happened the whole process became harder for Midna, her throat aching and her belly feeling heavy from those massive payloads of cum, and the entire time Morrigan still thrusting from behind her. By the very end the Twilight Princess was practically broken, her head hanging forward as cum oozed from her lips to dangle to the floor below, shaking as she was continually thrusted and pounded from the back. She even managed to squeak out the faintest whimper, just as Bayonetta smacked her cheeks with the tip of her glistening dick. “No...no..more...can’t swallow...no…” Bayonetta and Morrigan shared playful smiles, and the Umbra Witch teased her fingers across the very top of Midna’s head. When she twisted them through her hair and forced Midna’s head to lift, she saw what was the very first sign of relief from her abuse - Bayonetta’s cock and her heavy, hanging balls had effectively disappeared. Through magical manipulation the wicked woman’s cock was now nowhere to be seen - replaced instead by a shaved, smooth pussy that was glistening in excitement. As Bayonetta quirked a brow she gestured to her nethers, inviting Midna to treat her in a more...easy to handle fashion. “There. Now quit your fussing and get back to work.” She cooed. Midna, still with a heavy belly from those massive loads of cum and still with her lower holes stretched, was happy to do so. She even wore the faintest hint of a smile as she dipped her head in between the smooth, creamy thighs of Bayonetta, pressing her mouth against the woman’s hood and teasing her tongue lightly back and forth. For the moment, it seemed like she was earning a reprieve. That the pair of wicked beasts were going easy on her. She could almost find herself enjoying it, rocking back and forth against those two tentacles stuffed inside of her, letting her tongue slip across those soaked, excited folds. Midna tried to focus on the pleasures she could claim in that moment, as opposed to the dense layer of cum in the pit of her belly, or that still-looming dread that permeated her moment of failure. She wasn’t afforded much of an escape. Midna had only barely started working before Bayonetta chimed up, and though she wasn’t asking Midna to do anything more than she already was, the Twilight Princess was soon to learn that there was far more than one way to play with a toy. “Darling, I must admit I’m a bit jealous of our new plaything’s pussy.” Bayonetta murmured to her lover, and started to slowly lower herself. She pushed Midna’s head along with her as she took to her knees and then finally laid back, thighs spread and positioned in a perfectly alluring pose. With Midna’s mouth still at her pussy, Bayonetta gripped the sides of the woman’s head and called out for the attention of her dear, darling succubus. “I must insist you let me have some, too.” “Why of course, love o’ mine.” Morrigan giggled in response, and then hissed at the back of Midna’s throat. “You best hold onto yer soul, lass. You’re about to feel it trying to escape!” It would’ve been easy for Morrigan to simply stretch out a tentacle, fresh and clear, and glide it into Bayonetta’s pussy. But that was exactly the problem: it would’ve been easy. Instead, it was much, much more fun for the succubus to concentrate and shove the tentacles she already had in use further and harder than before - specifically, the claiming Midna’s tight, tender ass. It uncoiled from Morrigan’s cock and started to stretch forward, slipping through the Twilight Princess’ body, darting faster and faster at intense speeds and vicious, magical glee. As it travelled Morrigan popped her prick free of Midna’s ass, and slid it into her pussy instead - it seemed like the perfect spot to enjoy, considering the blue-skinned woman’s ass was about to become the center of the woman’s world. Midna didn’t realize what was happening at first. She felt the pressure, the strain, the ache...and she certainly noticed when Morrigan’s cock switched holes, but she had no idea just what was coming until she felt it rising from within her. Her belly ached, her throat stretched, and her mouth was still pressed flush to Bayonetta’s pussy when she suddenly felt her tongue squeezed flat to the floor of her mouth. A muffled scream escaped the Twilight Princess as Morrigan’s tentacle cock emerged from her mouth, and she was left gagging and offering staggered, desperate coughs as it shove itself straight into Bayonetta’s inviting, wet slit. Midna’s eyes crossed, her body spasmed and flailed, and the poor thing was left more helpless than she had ever been in her entire life. Pinned, trapped, threaded with a cock like string through a needle’s hoop, officially made nothing more than a sex toy between this two wicked, intensely powerful women. As the tentacle eased itself into Bayonetta’s entrance the Umbra Witch gave a satisfied smile, and even swung her hips from side to side as she felt the penetrating prick move within her. “Oh my, lovely as always, precious angel.” She winked to the demoness, absolutely adoring the way the heavenly word drizzled from her tongue like the sacrine poison it was. “Hang on tight, this one is clearly a wriggler.” To say the very least. Spit roasted by a single tentacle, Midna had plenty of reason to flail and flinch and try to break free, but it was all ultimately a worthless endeavor. Between the vice-like grip that Morrigan claimed on her waist and Bayonetta’s own dominant stance above her, there’d be absolutely no escape for the Twilight Princess as she was used, abused, and treated as a simple sleeve for their pleasure. Her ass ached and her entire body felt raw and sensitive, and even though Morrigan was steadily fucking pleasure and bliss into her cunt she barely had the sense to focus on it. Midna could only spin into the voice, cross-eyed, gagging, and drooling, all while Morrigan fucked two women at the same time. The sound of playful delight escaped both of the conquerors throughout their fun, with each one of them grinding forward with Midna still caught helpless and spasming in the middle. Morrigan ensured that her cock lodged deep into the woman’s blue folds even as her tentacles continued to run wild - squeezing all around Midna’s frame and driving hungry and hard into Bayonetta’s pussy. She was merciless and ferocious, locking herself firmly in place and pounding away with strength and desire, and through it all Midna was a spasming, howling, gagging, whimpering mess, at that point fully rolling into her new job as a fucksleeve for her new owners. It went on like that for time that Midna couldn’t even count, so far gone she was in the madness of it all. All she knew was that her body gave way from ache and into passion, and eventually she had been used long enough that her body started to like it. Quivers of bliss ran across her blue flesh, trembling climaxes rolled through her, and when she managed to look up at Bayonetta once more there was the faintest hint of a smile crowning around the edges of the tentacle slipping past her lips. It would take time for her to properly be broken and tamed, but lucky for her...they had all eternity to do it. Eventually, both Bayonetta and Morrigan found their climaxes, and like a good loving couple timed them to each other’s. Bayonetta was rubbing her hood back and forth across Midna’s nose while the pet took deep and savoring breaths, and as she did so Morrigan finally tensed as all of her tentacles and her single throbbing cock erupted in the same time. Midna and Bayonetta’s pussies flooded in near perfect tandem but even more dynamic were the other tentacles that Morrigan had used to wrap their pet in bondage - of all of which now started to pulse and squirt and slather her blue skin and her fire red hair with cum. By the very end of it, Midna was a mess of the succubus’ cream both inside and out. Her pussy was flooded, her body was coated on nearly every angle, and when Morrigan retracted her tentacle from Bayonetta’s pussy the tip continued to splurt and squirt, ensuring that it left a trail of her seed all the way through the fabric of her very essence. She was a cum-filled tart by the time they were finished with her and allowed the Twilight Princess to fall to a heap on the floor, only then standing beside one another with their arms linked about each other’s waists. Morrigan allowed her cock to vanish into the ether and Bayonetta’s suit reformed around her, covering up her cum-dripping slit as the two women gazed down at the naked, prone bitch before them. “She was quite fun.” Bayonetta murmured, and lightly tapped her chin. “We’ll need to use her again in a decade or so, yes?” “Perhaps, hen.” Morrigan chirped, and offered her love a playful wink. “But for now, let’s put our toy away and search for another, yes?” With that, Midna’s head rose up only to see Bayonetta and Morrigan both thrusting a hand towards them. The two were rippling with dark, magical energy that even the wisdom of the Twilight Princess couldn’t entirely unravel before they unleashed it upon her. All she knew in the seconds that followed was that she was overcome by their power, by the raw energy and eldrich strength, her senses sent reeling and her body left in a state of spasming bliss. Midna, like so many others before her, had been placed into the toy box. And it was where she would remain...until the two most dangerous lovers in the multiverse saw fit to play with her again.*** Years later, both Bayonetta and Morrigan still smiled upon seeing their blue-skinned Twilight Princess in her prone position. The woman was caught in a tiny bubble of a fragment of reality, trapped in a dream that manifested itself in the ether of their home. It turned Midna and all of the other parts of their collection into living masterpieces - and as the two women walked side by side through their home they could enjoy every last piece of art as it was fucked in an endless dream state. They passed Midna, who was flat on her back and stuffed with tentacles to the point that her blue flesh could hardly be seen. Beside her was a pair that Bayonetta and Morrigan had found adjacent to her dimension - the regal Princess Zelda, and her feminine male companion Link. The two weren’t faring any better than Midna herself, and in their respective dream states Zelda was struggling to keep her head above the water of what looked like a lake of cum while Link’s belly was bulging as a massive, beastial cock drove deeper and deeper into him. Bayonetta and Morrigan, both adorning elegant dresses befitting of the culture and sophistication they shared, gazed at their acquisitions with arms about each other’s waists and pleased smiles on their smug faces. “I had no idea the princess adored cum quite that much.” Bayonetta cooed, gesturing to where Zelda was still gasping and groaning in her sleep, all of it reflected in the ethereal image before them. She looked as if she was constantly fighting going under, all while gulping down mouthfuls of cum and moaning in satisfaction. “Perhaps we’ll need to emulate that moment for her next time.” “Yer gonna spoil them, hen.” Morrigan merely chuckled, and clicked her tongue dismissively as the pair paced through their home. It was a place beyond time, beyond reality, a culmination of their enormous powers brought together in harmony. The two women had been together for what felt like decades at that point, but in actuality...it had at least been centuries. Centuries spread across other times, other worlds, centuries spent collecting treasures for their toy box and making them into their personal amusements. Morrigan pressed close to her beloved as they continued, sweeping by more and more delights while she walked. With the casual grace of a couple trying to decide what movie to watch on a Friday night, they pursued their museum for the perfect toy to sate their lusts. “What are ye feelin’, love o’ mine? Somethin’ with a bit of fight?” The scenes were laid out before them as endless treasures. Firelord Azula, trapped in bondage as an ethereal hand slapped her ass raw and tender. The fabled Diana Prince, face down in the dirt as a feminine figure fucked her brutally and deep from behind. Five perfectly positioned Sailor Scouts - caught in a daisy chain with each other, each one gobbling up a creampie that would never go dry. There were so many sweet delights for Bayonetta and Morrigan to pick from, but it was one of their more unusual claims that drew Bayonetta’s eye that night. She stepped before a figure that looked serene and peaceful, even though in her dream state she being railed in the ass by a massive cock. Dark hair, pale white skin that looked quite unnatural, and tight-fitting yoga pants that were perfectly fit across her figure. “Darling, we’ve been lazy.” Bayonetta cooed as she made a gentle gesture to the Wii Fit Trainer on the wall before them. “We really should get some exercise.” The choice made Morrigan grin all the wider, and she pressed herself close to her beloved. “How lucky I am to find a hen that wants to stay in shape for me.” The succubus cooed, and stretched a hand forward to temporarily release their pet. “Shall we begin?”End of Chapter 3.
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Sinister Soul MatesChapter Four-by Drace Domino It was hard not to pull their pale porcelain doll from her spot in the museum without thinking of the day they first met her. The Wii Fit Trainer was an unusual specimen on many fronts, and not merely because of her slightly...pale appearance. Even to the depths of knowledge Morrigan and Bayonetta had access to, she was nameless. Her native dimension was a stark white world of health and fitness, filled with soothing music and looming overhead voices. Her world had no cities, no cultures, and no growth - little more than an exercising void that had been penetrated by two wicked women intent on getting fit. But beyond that, the memories of their first encounter with the Wii Fit Trainer would always stand out to the pair. Morrigan and Bayonetta had emerged in her dimension only to be quickly greeted, ushered by an unblinking, peaceful-looking face and pulled by the wrists deeper into the blinding white void. When she spoke, the Trainer’s voice was endlessly encouraging and friendly, but with an Umbra Witch and a succubus in her grasp it would no doubt be twisted to moaning and panting soon enough. “Let’s get a good workout! First, we stretch!” Bayonetta and Morrigan both staggered on their heels, for a rare moment both completely disarmed by the sudden approach. Few had approached the two of them so fearlessly and plainly, and dared to position them in a manner to perform for health and wellness. Neither one of them were even wearing the proper shoes for such a thing! But sure enough, the Wii Fit Trainer stood before the two of them as the soothing music of her strange dimension continues, stretching one arm over her head as she stood with legs spread wide. Perfect posture, perfect positioning, and perfectly encouraging voice filling the air between them. “Come on now, do what I do! That’s it! Feel the burn!” The Wii Fit Trainer’s pale, almost featureless face was nonetheless wearing the ghost a smile. How creepy did someone have to be to unnerve these two dimension-marauding rapists?! “Make sure to exhale deeply, and don’t rush. All the breathing comes from your core!” Bayonetta and Morrigan, both standing there utterly bewildered, looked at each other and exchanged tiny shrugs. It was Bayonetta that spoke first, just as her long, beautiful legs stretched out to do her best approximation of the Wii Fit Trainer’s position. “Well, darling, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to get some exercise in.” She murmured, as if sexually conquering endless hordes of women wasn’t a fine calorie burning activity. “Frankly, my dear, you’ve been looking a little plump in the posterior lately.” “Ohh, how dare you, hen, I’ll see to it that your ass is red!” Morrigan shot back in snarky fashion, although she did fall into line. She was mirroring the Wii Fit Trainer’s position in the same style as her girlfriend, lifting one arm up way over her head and bending in a long, lazy stretch. Tricky to do on heels, and with bat wings slightly setting her head off balance. “Hrnng! This is really what mortals do to stay in shape?! Our way is much better.” “It’s not so bad, dear.” Bayonetta cooed, and slowly shifted position as the Wii Fit Trainer reversed their angle. Soon the other arm was lifted and they stretched the opposite side, taking in deep, relaxed breaths as the music above continued to play. “You just need to let your eyes focus on a point of...interest.” Morrigan took merely a few short seconds to figure out just what her lover was suggesting. Gazing back at the Wii Fit Trainer was quite a delight on many levels - the perfect marriage of creepy and sexy, and as a result of particular interest to any Darkstalker worth her salt. Her figure was the flawless picture of a healthy human body, slender in the right spots, well-toned in others, and wearing a gloriously skintight outfit that perfectly accented her form. And in particular, the yoga pants did a fine job of showcasing just how...impressive their trainer was. “That’s it! This position is called salute the sun! Here we go, just like this!” Wii Fit Trainer’s voice was chipper while keeping the pace and momentum, and even though saluting the sun was absolutely the last thing either of these two creatures of shadow and lust would want to do, their eyes were both captivated by the Wii Fit Trainer’s lower half. Specifically, the noticeable, plump, impressively long cock tucked within the front of her yoga pants. The skin tight fabric left nothing to the imagination. It was still flaccid underneath the fabric, but perfectly outlined right down to the crown of its head, and a lovely pair of balls settled just between her thighs. As Bayonetta and Morrigan exchanged tiny glances the two wicked women smiled with honeyed venom, and Morrigan was the one to teasingly whisper as she continued to play along. “Shall we see how long it takes to break her, hen?” She kept her voice low - even though she secretly suspecting the Wii Fit Trainer hadn’t paid attention to a word they said just yet. Bayonetta chuckled, pushed a digit against the center of her glasses, and nodded with a coy smile. “I feel bad for the poor thing.” She cooed, and clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “She must be so terribly lonely without anyone to stuff that thing inside.” The Wii Fit Trainer wouldn’t be lonely for that much longer, that much was for certain. There was no creature in all the dimensions that could seduce like a succubus, and Morrigan Aensland was the most powerful one around. She absolutely relished the idea of taking part in the slow and teasing seduction of the Wii Fit Trainer, all with the ability to watch the growth of her progress through the fabric of the woman’s tight fitting yoga pants. Side by side with the Umbra Witch she loved, Morrigan couldn’t of been happier as the Wii Fit Trainer continued to guide them through their stretches. In truth, Morrigan didn’t really need to do that much other than follow the instructions she was given...as it turned out, the stretching routine was already laced with some of the most alluring positions she could’ve come up with on her own. The high lunge, the garland pose, the standing forward bend...any one of them was merely suggestive and only slightly enticing when executed by a normal woman. Morrigan, however, turned every last one of them into an art form. The slow and sweeping motions that allowed her green hair to cascade through the air in elegant fashion, the wonderful sculpt of her flawless ass pressed against her bat print tights, the tiny peeks between her legs during the more extensive poses during which she offered a wink to the Wii Fit Trainer...she had set herself to the task of breaking the strange woman’s resolve without even laying a finger on her. The more they executed the more she could see the Trainer’s member plump up within her yoga pants, straining the fabric and forming a noticeable bulge, and soon causing her to fidget and squirm in her otherwise perfect positioning. Even her voice quivered and trembled while she ushered the girls into further poses, and it was clear to both Bayonetta and Morrigan just how much her resolve was shattering. “T...This next pose is called the downward facing dog.” She swallowed nervously, and began to demonstrate for the pair. “Please, balance just like this.” Morrigan was practically purring as she nodded, and spread her legs to slip into that position. Bayonetta was quick to follow suit, and soon both women stood with their feet planted firmly in the ground, their asses lifted in the air, and the rest of their bodies stretched forward in long, lazy fashion with their palms holding up their weight. It was perhaps the most tantalizing position they were asked to take during the long stretching session, and both of them ensured that they did it in such a way that the Wii Fit Trainer could see their asses, embraced by the form fitting outfits that perfectly outlined every curve and every crease. From the slope of their rears to the clear camel toes nestled between their thighs, they were both on display for their new fitness guru...and the Wii Fit Trainer was unable to endure it any longer. With a whimpering grunt that sounded as if it caused her more strain than the entire previous regiment combined, the Wii Fit Trainer pushed up from the downward dog before the others. She trotted behind them with surprising speed, and as Morrigan and Bayonetta presented themselves the two wicked women shared looks of genuine, delighted shock. How bold this one was! Usually the ones that tried to make a move so firmly and fiercely fit a certain...aesthetic. Dark and brooding or feisty and powerful, and the Wii Fit Trainer was none of those things. She was simply a strange, porcelain-skinned woman that embodied physical perfection...and apparently, she had the confidence to slam right against Morrigan from behind, leading with her yoga pants-wrapped cock. “Your position needs work! Let me help. Just stretch your legs, and roll your backside against me!” Like any sleazy yoga instructor, the Wii Fit Trainer grinded her hips forward, rocking that covered length against the warm, inviting embrace of Morrigan’s rump. The succubus gave a tiny chuckle as she felt the sensation grind against her, and she afforded the Trainer the slow push back that she requested, rubbing her rump back and forth. Even through the thin fabric of their clothes she could feel the Trainer’s cock throbbing and pulsing and practically aching from strain, and Morrigan cast her girlfriend a tiny wink before cooing in playful, teasing fashion. “I don’t quite think I’m gettin’ it, Miss.” She murmured, and continued to grind her rump back and forth. The Wii Fit Trainer’s cock at that point was nearly trapped between the sides of her ass, saved only by the thin fabrics that covered them both. “Just keep doin’ whatever you like with me, I’m sure I’ll get it sooner or later!” The Wii Fit Trainer didn’t have anything more than a pathetic whimper to respond to that, but she did precisely what Morrigan offered. There was hardly any notion that she was assisting her pose anymore, and instead was simply grinding, rubbing, and dry fucking Morrigan’s gloriously warm, plump rear. Her trembling hands were locked against the sides of the succubus’ hips, her knees were wobbling and barely able to keep her up, and that yoga pants-wrapped rod was twitching to the point of near release. The strange, pale, healthy young woman was about to hit her peak before Morrigan and Bayonetta even laid eyes on her cock, and the two women were happier than ever about the decision they made to drop in on this strange dimension. Bayonetta wasn’t the object of the Wii Fit Trainer’s attentions in that moment, but the Umbra Witch was content with that fact. She could hardly blame anyone - especially a weak-willed mortal - of being captivated by Morrigan Aensland’s beauty. It was what the succubus lived for, after all, her very purpose for being. Bayonetta merely went along with it and watched with a pleased smile, enjoying not only the sight of the Wii Fit Trainer’s struggles but the show her lover was putting on. They had already come to the shared conclusion that this woman would make a fine addition to their museum, but the seduction that would lead to her being trapped within it...well...it was a rare treat that would only happen once, and the Umbra Witch was determined to savor every moment. She found the squirming of the Wii Fit Trainer downright delectable. The sight of her quivering cock, outlined in tight black fabric, completely enchanting. The smug look on Morrigan’s face as charming as ever. And the final cry when the Wii Fit Trainer’s resolve broke and her climax rushed through her an elegant song that she would cherish upon remembering. Watching her girlfriend work was a true marvel, and Bayonetta smiled fondly to her love. With both of them still in the downward dog position, the Umbra Witch blew Morrigan a kiss, and murmured in sweet, delicate fashion. “You’re all of creation’s greatest artist, my darling.” She cooed, with genuine appreciation in her voice. The Wii Fit Trainer’s body was spasming and twitching in a way only the multiverse’s greatest succubus could manage, and as her pale palms rested atop Morrigan’s rump her length started to spasm and unleash. Cum was pumping straight from the tip of her enormous cock into the pitch black fabric of her yoga pants, and it was only a matter of time before it seeped through the near-mesh, drooling down the front and across her well-toned thighs. She was a wet, cum-soaked, shameful mess in the seconds after Morrigan’s grinding pushed her to the peak...and she would remain as such for all eternity, if her new owners had anything to say about it. “That’s enough pretending, darling. You’re not the only one that struggled watching Morrigan put on a performance.” Bayonetta didn’t stand up from her position so much as she simply burst into a sudden flock of bats and butterflies - only to reform, standing straight, behind the Wii Fit Trainer. While the porcelain woman fell back against Bayonetta’s embrace, the Umbra Witch’s hands lowered to the front of her yoga pants, snagging the fabric and suddenly giving them a wide, loud rip. “Let’s see how fit you are, dear!” The Wii Fit Trainer gasped as her cock was unleashed, and her yoga pants torn all the way from her crotch to around her rear. Bayonetta’s cock was already unleashed and now resting just underneath her, the tip of her own impressive unit squeezing against the back of the Wii Fit Trainer’s balls, helping to lift those ivory eggs up for presentation. By the time Morrigan turned herself to kneel before the duo, she could see them both in perfect harmony - her beloved Bayonetta’s familiar length, and that new, stark white cock with a dull gray head, glistening in spunky white cum. “Oh my, it certainly looks like you’re packin’ something tasty, doll!” Morrigan purred, slid her hands up across the Wii Fit Trainer’s thighs, and licked her lips in a slow and teasing fashion. Her fingers bent inward and she allowed her nails to drift across the other woman’s flesh, sweeping down to where the tear in the yoga pants ended. Her head was low, drifting just underneath the tip of the Wii Fit Trainer’s cock, and when she spoke her breath was ushered on a warm wind straight to the pale white balls resting against Bayonetta’s cocktip. “So tell me...wouldn’t ye like to become our little pet? I promise you, it’ll be the best workout of your life!” The Wii Fit Trainer was prone. Gasping and helpless, she was standing on wobbly knees and trying to think with a cloudy head. Her cock was still raw, still hungry, still throbbing in desire and by that point she could feel Bayonetta easing the tip of her own length against the tight, pale pucker of her ass. Morrigan had already begun to paw her delicate fingers across the sides of her member, and was ushering it closer and closer to those gloriously pink, warm lips. The Wii Fit Trainer didn’t come from a dimension that could possibly process just what she was agreeing to...but in truth? It didn’t matter. Bayonetta and Morrigan were going to take her as their own regardless of what she said or did, so her agreement was merely a tasty icing on the cake. “L...Let’s get our heart rate up. Time to get healthy!” She was a strange one indeed, but the Umbra Witch and her succubus lover were already thrilled to enjoy this particular toy.*** The Wii Fit Trainer’s cock was a lovely fit within Morrigan’s mouth, though the Trainer herself wasn’t responsible for the thrusts that pushed it down into the succubus’ throat. That was entirely the action of Bayonetta, who in that moment had pressed herself balls deep into the Trainer’s ass, and in doing so lunged her forward to the point that Morrigan’s nose was squeezed against her lap. The Trainer’s thin, quivering body was barely built for that much pleasure - not to mention that much Umbra Witch cock - and despite her physical fitness she was only able to remain standing thanks to the two women pinning her on either side. She was unsurprisingly tight, and the grip she had on Bayonetta’s cock was everything that the bespectacled woman would have wanted from a figure so determined to be healthy and toned. Bayonetta’s hands passed over the Trainer’s body in possessive fashion, fingers sliding underneath the edge of her shirt to tease her nails across that porcelain flesh and grinding her hips forward to lodge her cock all the deeper. She hadn’t done much thrusting just yet, but was focused instead on ensuring that the Trainer knew how far down she could be claimed - just so she could violate that precedent and go even deeper later. From the looks of it, Morrigan was having quite a time, herself. The succubus was a natural cocksucker with a skill that drew many mortals into ruin, and she was giving the Trainer everything she had with every advantage available. Her mouth was slipping back and forth with long, joyful strides and she allowed some of the narrow tendrils from just underneath her wings to escape, slithering around her body so they could half-entwine around the Trainer’s legs and half move so they could caress and fondle the woman’s plump, hanging sack. Like any good succubus Morrigan ensured that the Wii Fit Trainer’s balls weren’t left ignored, and in between long and greedy sweeps of her mouth down onto that shaft she made sure to dip her head even lower, licking and kissing and fondling her pouch in pleasing fashion. The Trainer herself was stunned, shocked to the point of speechlessness as she was shared by these two strange visitors. When Bayonetta’s hands lifted low enough to scoop underneath her knees, the Trainer didn’t resist - and soon she was lifted into the air, her legs spread and her back falling against the other woman’s breasts. Her arms hung limp and helpless as she continued to ride atop Bayonetta’s member, though by that point it was almost all by the force and strength of the witch herself, holding her aloft and letting her bounce atop that member all the way to the depths of her ass. “Ohh! Hello, there…” Morrigan cooed as the motion was made and the Wii Fit Trainer was lifted, making way for her head to dip lower still. Her wicked mouth found its way to the balls of her beloved Bayonetta, and she slurped and kissed and nuzzled her nose against the flesh before letting her tongue pass against the ring of the Trainer’s ass. She slurped and kissed where the woman was being penetrated by Bayonetta’s rod before returning back to that ivory cock that demanded attention, giggling a bit in her playful, mature fashion that oozed sensuality in every last bit of sound. “So, Little Miss Healthy n’ Fit. Did you get a good stretch before your workout?” “I...It’s important to...stretch before...exercise!” “That’s good, dear!” Morrigan chirped sweetly, and finally started to stand. As she did so, the front of her tights opened by her sheer force of will, and emerging from the front was a thick, hungry cock all her own. Nearly the rival to Bayonetta’s, already lubricated by the natural magic aura of the succubus, twitching and trembling and demanding the gaze of the porcelain-skinned trainer. “Because this pose is called the split slut bridge!” And with that, Morrigan closed the distance, pressing herself against the Wii Fit Trainer and lining her own tip against the already-occupied hole. The Trainer howled, and her arms finally found their strength as she clutched Morrigan’s shoulders, fingers drawing tight against her while the second cock slowly forced its way inside. Bayonetta’s smug smile only intensified the deeper Morrigan pushed, and she could feel the steady pulsing of her lover against her rod, all shared within the tight, warm, tender embrace of their new pet’s ass. Soon Morrigan even helped carry the burden of the Trainer’s legs, and the yoga pants-clad woman was perfectly speared atop two enormous cocks, sandwiched between two flawless beauties. From there, Bayonetta and Morrigan held nothing back - it wasn’t in their nature to do so. They had staked their claim in the Wii Fit Trainer’s ass, and the fact that her spit-covered, ivory cock was still spasming in pleasure was proof that their new pet was enjoying every minute of it. Morrigan loomed her head over the Trainer’s shoulder so she could press a delicate peck to Bayonetta’s cheek, and as she received one in return the succubus chirped in playful fashion to the Umbra Witch that had her heart. “This one’s a keeper for sure, hen.” She chuckled. “She’d be the perfect one to whip some of our other toys into shape.” “You’re a terrible liar for a succubus, my sweet.” Bayonetta cooed in response, and quirked a brow behind the rim of her glasses. “You’d sooner throw Dr. Zhou into the abyss than see her lose a single pound.” Morrigan couldn’t help but give a sudden laugh, and a tiny shrug as she thrust her hips forward hard enough to make the Trainer squeak. “Well...then I suppose in that case, it doesn’t matter if we break her!” The toy chest where they held all of their precious treasures had women of all body types - and they were all thoroughly enjoyed by their owners when they decided to take them off the shelf to play. The Wii Fit Trainer would absolutely not be allowed to assist in Dr. Zhou shaving off any of her curves, nor would she be permitted to do anything about Princess Peach’s genuinely remarkable, chubby rump. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t be useful, of course. Sometimes, a pair of evil women desperately in love with one another needed a nice, tight toy they could both stuff themselves into. The Wii Fit Trainer would be well-suited to such a role. The athletic young woman, for all her training and her prowess, was utterly caught between two women that wielded powers far beyond anything that yoga poses and cardio could’ve prepared her for. Her ass was drawn tight around those two members lunging deep inside of her, moving in such a harmony that their balls slapped together on every thrust. The Wii Fit Trainer’s own length was pulsing and twitching the entire time she was threaded between the two, her eyes crossed and her voice going hoarse from the frantic cries of lust that echoed from the depths of her throat. She didn’t yet know that an eternity of sexual service was ahead of her, but for the moment she wouldn’t of minded even if she did. The dual cocks thrusting inside of her were the perfect blend of pleasure and effort - no pain, no gain. There was no workout worth its time if it didn’t hurt just a bit! The Trainer was the first among the three of them to cum, and this time the yoga pants had been torn away to allow her member to unleash a proper torrent. She squirted thick ropes of cream the same color as her skin, and it was quickly smeared between herself and Morrigan, or simply shot so high that it landed on her own face. The drops that managed such a feat were quickly licked away by either Bayonetta or Morrigan or both - at one point the two women both moved for a particularly large streak of cum, and it quickly turned into a kiss between the two of them, celebrating their newest claim. As the Wii Fit Trainer started to come down from her climax the two devious dommes thrusting into her hit their own, matched perfectly together, just as they did so very many things. Thrusting in deep, their cockheads wedged tight against each other, they both made sure they were threading the Wii Fit Trainer as deeply as possible as their orgasms began. Bayonetta and Morrigan both flinched from the pressure - mortal or no, the Trainer’s ass was gloriously tight, especially when shared with a second girthy cock. Their members were squeezed and milked of every drop they could usher, and that wicked little hole became warmer and wetter as they started to squirt in heavy dollops. Neither Morrigan nor Bayonetta held anything back as they pumped more and more cum inside of the strange, pale woman’s rear, their hands locked tightly against her figure and their bodies squeezing against her like she was a ripe piece of fruit desperate to unleash her juice. As the lines of steamy cum flopped to the floor with wet noises and the Wii Fit Trainer’s own member started to leak and seep cum for the second time in swift succession, Bayonetta purred in glee and nuzzled the tip of her nose idly to the back of the Trainer’s throat. “This was a lovely first effort.” She murmured, and then looked over the girl’s shoulder to her succubus lover. “Let’s take her home, darling. She’ll make a breathtaking trophy...if a bit odd looking.” “W...Wha-” The Wii Fit Trainer didn’t get a chance to finish her question. Before she knew it, the dark magic of the two women creampieing her overtook her figure, whisking her off to someplace she wouldn’t ever escape from...or ever desire to. It left the two women congratulating each other, rubbing their soaked, still-twitching cocks, and teasingly deciding just who would be the one to kneel down and lick up the cum that had fallen to the floor from the Wii Fit Trainer’s ass - a contest that would be decided by a quick bout between each other, with no clear winner or loser.*** That was ages ago, and now the Wii Fit Trainer was being pulled from the shelf for what had to be at least the hundredth time. She was one of the favorite toys of Morrigan and Bayonetta, and though decades had passed since they first met her all three women were just as fresh and young as that lovely day. Two of them through the supernatural means that kept them eternally ageless, and one thanks to the dark magic that had kept her in a state of suspended animation, fucked by a phantasmal cock that stretched her ass beyond all reason. As the Wii Fit Trainer fell to the floor before her mistresses, breathing desperately and heaving her shoulders back and forth, she was still wearing the same clothes she did that day. A tight-fitting blue shirt that was wrinkled and frayed and torn yoga pants that still allowed her ivory cock to hang free. It was raw, trembling, shaking with merely the slightest breeze, and the dark-haired woman looked up from the floor across the legs of her mistresses, up to their eyes and their smug, smiling faces. “Is...is it time...for another workout?” She asked, hopeful, desperate, endlessly yearning. It felt like she had been getting fucked for centuries - a bit of succubus magic, a bit of Umbra Witch Time, and a single lusty dream could feel like a lifetime caught in wet bliss. Such was the state that all of their treasures lived in until the time they were called to be used once more. The Wii Fit Trainer looked up at the two with nothing short of adoring eyes, folding her hands together and showing she practically worshipped these two women. The green-haired succubus and the bespectacled witch had forced her into an endless pleasure, and she could only be grateful that they found her fuckable enough to experience it. “P...Please...please, let’s get a good...stretch…” “She just never gets tired of it, does she?” Morrigan chuckled, moving a hand to the Wii Fit Trainer’s ponytail and allowing her fingers to tease through the locks. The woman practically melted underneath the affectionate touch, whimpering and pressing her head to Morrigan’s digits, her cock still twitching and throbbing. By that point, a line of drooling precum had escaped the tip of her member and dangled all the way to the floor, already making a mess that would need to be cleaned up after. Morrigan giggled, and held a hand out towards Bayonetta, offering to pull her lover near so they could give the Trainer a pair of perfect, supernatural dicks to worship. “Care to join me, hen? It’d feel a might lonely in her arse all by myself…” “I haven’t failed to share one with you in all the ages we’ve been together, my love.” Bayonetta cooed, took Morrigan’s hand, and stepped close to begin the fun. Soon their cocks were flopping forward, nudging at the Trainer’s cheeks, beckoning for her to service them. Meanwhile, Bayonetta merely caressed her fingers down the side of Morrigan’s cheek, and gave a sweet, satisfied sigh as she regarded her. “Let’s find some new toys in the morning. We deserve to spoil ourselves a little.” They had been spoiling themselves for centuries...and had no intention of stopping anytime soon.End of Chapter 4.
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Sinister Soul MatesChapter Five-by Drace Domino It had been some time since Bayonetta and Morrigan had been to this particular world. The ebb and flow of time itself was relative to the powerful pair - for the two of them, countless centuries had passed during which they delighted in their museum of pets, but for the people of this land of giant beasts it had only been a few short months. Just a few months since they had visited, chosen a particularly pretty target, and claimed it was their own. And now, as they emerged from the ether of a swirling green and black portal, they set their eyes upon the plains once more and smiled. Bayonetta had an arm looped around Morrigan’s waist, and her opposite hand was holding a leash leading into the portal that still remained open. A pet was tagging along behind them, patiently waiting in the purgatory of transference before she was properly summoned. It gave the duo a chance to appreciate the environment once more, as much as they cared to. “Gracious, hen, I nearly forgot just how big they got here.” Morrigan cooed, and pointed to one of the towering beasts that they could still see from miles away. Letting her gaze drop from the creature to a simple cabin just a few dozen feet apart from them, she smirked a bit and licked her lips. “Here’s hoping the morsels are just as sweet as I remember, though. I never did forgive myself for not seeking out the completed pair the first time we were here.” “Young love and infatuation, dear.” Morrigan purred, though to prove that her affection was no less strong tightened her arm around the succubus’ waist. As she turned her face towards Morrigan’s cheek her nose idly traced back and forth, showing a sign of rare, genuine sweetness as she drew in another breath of her lover. This place had value to her - as sentimentally as the Umbra Witch could muster. It was one of the first places the pair visited in their tour around the multiverse, one of the first places they had stolen away a treasure to place in their museum. “Don’t worry, we’ll complete this set and all the others. I won’t allow my dearest heart to go with such glaring voids in her museum.” The woman they were there for was indeed a missing component, as were many others. When they first began their journey they were two wild women drunk on power and lust for one another, and they never stopped in one place long enough to seek out every jem they could. As a result, their toy chest museum back home was one of profound sexual pleasure and delight...yet with glaring spots on the wall where depraved sluts should be resting. They had captured Princess Peach, but had ignored the presence of the others. They owned Avatar Korra, but had neglected Kyoshi, Yangchen, and every Avatar whore past and present along the chain. Why, sitting in their museum was none other than Weiss Schnee, and yet they never lingered long enough to collect the rest of her team. So many potential pets skipped because they were too eager to show their love to the multiverse. But the time to complete their collection had come, and it started here in the Gormott Province. With a small tug of the leash clutched within her grasp, Bayonetta summoned her pet through the portal, and she crawled ahead on hands and knees with a look of foul depravity stretched across her face. Curvaceous, bare from head to toe, sporting a magnificent figure and a head of glorious blonde hair, Mythra moved silently to knee between her mistresses. She lifted her hands up to wrap around their thighs from behind and hold them gently, gazing up expectantly at the two with a look of patience that had taken quite some time to force into her. Mythra had been one of the earliest “trouble” pets, but now...now she was loyal as they came, broken beyond all repair. “So, should we knock?” Morrigan gestured to the cabin with a chuckle, just as her free hand lowered to tease the top of Mythra’s head. Quietly she murmured in contentment at the content, pushing her head against those delicate fingers and trying to squeeze a few extra pets from the exchange. As she lingered there both Morrigan and Bayonetta could feel a certain pulse in the air - a shift that had only come as soon as Mythra moved forward. Morrigan herself answered her own question, smirking as she looked to the cabin once more. “No...no, I suppose not. She could taste her sister in the air no matter where she was.” She was right. No sooner did the succubus finish her thought did the door to the cabin bust open, and Pyra stood there in the heavy arms of a berserk Blade. Her adorable features were twisted to a look of vindictive rage, her alluring body was left with tightened muscles and clenched fists, and the look in her eyes spoke of a blend twofold - one part obscene rage from the sight of succubus and Umbra Witch duo, and one part intense sorrow over what she saw of the broken blonde. “You!” Her voice roared across the plains, and Pyra’s hands flared out, igniting with licks of flame as they did so. She didn’t even hesitate to race across the hillside towards them, charging with the outraged fury of the greatest warrior her world had ever known. “I’ll make you pay for what you two did to her!” Bayonetta and Morrigan seemed thoroughly...unimpressed. Pyra was racing towards them at the sort of speed that would’ve left any normal person overwhelmed in a heartbeat, a desperate and furious dash that would’ve been almost imperceptible to the eye. But for Morrigan and her Witch Time-wielding lover, her heroic moment was slowed to a comfortable halt. The pair merely watched as Pyra ran, gazed briefly at each other, and smirked in satisfied, unified fashion. “Let’s see how well we trained the dog, hen.” morrigan cooed, and once more gave Mythra a tiny pet across her beautiful blonde locks. “Mythra, sweet morself, show your owners just what you can do.” Mythra, upon the release of her leash and a tiny nod from Bayonetta, dashed forward to clash against the girl she could have called sister. With power that easily rivalled Pyra’s own - not to mention a little magical assistance from the pair guiding her - when the two struck in the center of their charge it was an easy matter for Mythra to overtake her. Without causing any harm to little Pyra she spun the other woman in her arms and send her thrusting down towards the ground, slamming her into the grass of the plains and immediately forcing her onto her back. That naked figure pressed down atop Pyra’s body and without any trace of hesitation she suddenly pushed their mouths together, parting her lips just enough to force a hungry kiss against that unwilling mouth - along with a little treat inside. “I gave Mythra a mouthful of cum before we slipped through the portal.” Bayonetta cooed, and watched now as Pyra struggled and flailed as she realized the taste of it. The Umbra Witch smirked to her succubus lover, lifting a playful brow as she pulled her closer. “Do you think she enjoys the taste?” Considering how much Pyra was fighting back against the blonde pinning her, it was clear that she didn’t, but that hardly mattered. She’d learn to. As Morrigan and Bayonetta chuckled and casually advanced upon the pair, Mythra’s assault went on. She squeezed her elegant naked frame against the other girl’s and kept jamming her tongue forward with a coating of Bayonetta’s spunk, forcing it to flood the senses of the redhead that had feared this day would come. Even she was smart enough to know that the same pair that took her sister would no doubt come for her as well, and that day had finally arrived. She cringed and winced and flailed with Bayonetta’s cum swirling about within her mouth and drooling past the sides of her lips, but she was utterly and completely helpless. Pinned, proned, and pathetic. Mythra’s kiss was long and wet, and as it went on she forced her hands upon Pyra’s body to begin peeling away her sister’s clothing. The bits of armor, the threads of fabric, all became undone by the forceful grasp of Mythra reinforced by Umbra Witch magic. Soon bare breasts were forced together and Pyra could feel Mythra’s fingers inside of her, wiggling about against her slit and making her cry out amidst their wet, sticky kiss. When Mythra’s head finally lifted tethers of cum connected their lips, and for the moment Pyra was left speechless with tears streaking down her cheeks as the blonde addressed her owners. “Mistresses! I have her! Mythra did good?! Mythra made you happy?” Long gone was the voice of haughty elegance and sophisticated strength. Long gone was the woman Mythra once was - whether it was a matter of months by Pyra’s reckoning, or centuries by the blonde’s. She recognized Pyra, even still felt an affection for her, but loyalty and love had been transferred almost entirely to the pair that had taken their time in teaching her the profane pleasures of the flesh. She had nothing but adoration in her eyes as Bayonetta approached and lowered down a hand, letting Mythra brush against her fingertips like a hound eager for recognition. A soft chuckle escaped the Umbra Witch’s throat, and from her vantage point looming high over Pyra, she lifted a foot and gently pressed the toe of her shoe down against the redhead’s forehead. A tiny pin - a delicate show of confidence. “Don’t you see how happy your sister is, dear?” Bayonetta cooed, and gestured with a wave of her hand to the trembling, joyful Mythra. Even to be in the presence of her mistresses was a wonderful gift! She was practically shaking from side to side and bubbling over with delight, especially when Morrigan stepped up to give her a similar dog-like pet. Bayonetta’s chuckle was dominant and gleeful as she pulled her shoe away from Pyra’s forehead, and flicked her wrist to gesture for one pet to lift the other. “Get her on her knees, Mythra. Your sister’s probably wondering just what our cocks taste like.” “Nnnn-no! No, no! Leave us alone and go!” Pyra flailed and fought, but by that point had been thoroughly bested. It was never even a competition, really, not even close. As Mythra yanked the redhead up and brought her to bear upon her knees, she slid behind the other girl to wrap her arms fiercely around her. One arm closed around her waist to hold her steady and the other to the back of her head, tightening fingers within the crimson locks so she could assist in what was to come next. Morrigan and Bayonetta now stood before them and with a wave of each of their hands unleashed their respective members - formed from shadow and magic, appearing before Pyra’s eyes as easily as a Blade from a Core. Each well-hung cock was dangling nearby with a tip glistening with excitement and firmly demanding attention, and Bayonetta was the first to speak as Pyra’s head was forced to draw closer. “Ha! She’s a feisty one, all right.” The succubus chirped, and took a breath as Pyra’s lips were forcibly jammed against the tip of her cock. Mythra was pushing forward with every ounce of strength she could muster, ushering her sister’s mouth to accommodate that member and force her to claim a taste she would come to love. Morrigan merely purred in delight, and rocked back and forth on her heels as the inches were jammed deeper within an unwilling gullet. “Those are usually the most fun, aren’t they, hen? There’s not much joy to be had when a slut’s all eager to be bendin’ over right from the start.” “I wouldn’t go that far, dear. I do enjoy a woman that recognizes greatness and submits herself before it, after all.” Bayonetta murmured in a pleased tone, and as Morrigan’s inches worked into Pyra’s mouth and started to push into her throat, allowed her own to drift near. Thankfully, she had another warm mouth waiting for her own cock, and Mythra’s smiling mouth wrapped about her length so her tongue could playfull cradle it. The pair of wicked collectors both shared a moment of satisfied bliss, and cuddled closer while their cocks were sucked by sisters. “Though how fortunate for us that we were able to find the missing part of the set so easily! I thought she might be difficult to track down, but here she is, so cheerfully worshipping your flawless shaft, my beloved.” Bayonetta even giggled, and wagged an elegant finger before the glaring eyes of Pyra. “Don’t get too attached, now. I’m merely letting you borrow my Scottish tart. You’ll be expected to thank me after it’s all said and done.” Words spoken to a woman with streaks of tears burning down her cheeks, words spoken to a soon-to-be slut, collected and put upon the mantle alongside her sister and hundreds others. Pyra’s fear and anger that burned inside of her wasn’t able to empower her enough to fight back against Mythra or force that succubus dick out of her mouth, and so all she could do was keep going. Her eyes narrowed, her anger boiling, and her naked, trembling body practically convulsing in rage. These two were evil. These two were the greatest threats she had ever met. They were wicked, morally bankrupt, and a source of intense, unbridled fury that burned within Pyra’s core. And she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she would hate these women forever. She would never forgive them for this. “F-Fuck me, Mistresses, please! Fuck Pyra’s dirty holes, even though she doesn’t deserve it!” What a difference a few decades spent sucking cock and getting fingered by your own sister could do! That was what it took - at least that’s what it took on the end of the other side of their fun. Bayonetta’s exploitive Witch Time was well-utilized that evening, and while Morrigan and the Umbra Witch stood there having their cocks sucked the various parties had desperately different experiences. For the sinister soul mates, mere minutes passed. Delightful ones, yes, ones that were filled with pleasure and lust and desire and bliss, and two eager sisters gobbling their cocks. For Pyra and Mythra, however...years. So many years. Each moment stretched for days, each pause went for months. They remained ageless and beautiful while they worked, slurping and sucking and kissing those perfect members. Pyra could distinctly remember by that point sucking on Morrigan’s cock for the first twenty years, only to shift over to Bayonetta’s for another twenty. And then thirty spent with her cheek pressed to her sister’s while they stuck their tongues out, wiggling them back and forth against both cocktips pressed together. It was time spent with Mythra’s fingers at her nethers and teasing her pussy, time spent caught in an endless state of arousal that had neither an end nor a climax in sight. By the time that the two women unloaded their cream Pyra’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned in profane delight upon what at that point felt like her life’s work. The adventures she shared in the past were distant...practically gone. Rex. Poppy. That obnoxious hamster. Morag. None of them were anything more than a shadow in Pyra’s memory - the mind of a Blade broken and shattered, and a tongue that had been saturated with the taste of cock. The spray of cum from two dicks at the same time was like being left awash in the skies outside the island, an experience that was transcendent in a fashion she could never hope to describe. The taste of cream, the warmth of spunk, the trembling fingers of Mythra inside of her pussy...everything about that moment had been glorious, up to and including when she and her sister vigorously, messily cumswapped for another glorious decade. And when that decade had finished, when time for Pyra and Mythra returned to the norm, her begging had begun. Shattered and desperate, she fell to the ground and rolled herself over to the grass, bending on hands and knees and showing the perfect, plump pussy and the tight, raw asshole that demanded attention. She wiggled herself from back to forth like the obedient pet she had become, and soon her sister joined her in the same position, presenting for those that controlled them. “Please, please fuck Pyra! Pyra’s worked so hard!” “And Mythra! Don’t forget to fuck Mythra, please!” The girls spoke their own name but held no possession or ownership of it - they weren’t their names anymore so much as identifying numbers for their mistresses to use. They were little more than hungry, horny fuckpuppets for the wicked witches of the multiverse to use...and they were utterly shameless. As the two watched the disgusting display Morrigan chirped softly as she pressed to Bayonetta, resting her head briefly on the woman’s shoulder and cooing in a soft, tender fashion. “You know, hen, I do love ye desperately.” She mused, and took a deep, satisfied breath. “There ain’t just any woman out there that could keep up with me the way you have.” “You have my love as well, dear. Like no other has.” Bayonetta smiled, though she pursed a playful smile, her beauty mark lifting as she did so. “Well...I suppose aside from Jeanne, but...she started to bore me. You’ve kept my love when she failed to.” Jeanne. Just another part of the museum by that point - a toy to be taken out, used, and put on the shelf. Another bauble for two collectors to enjoy at their leisure, just like the Blades now presenting before them. With a final nod the two women stepped forward to begin their fun, and as they did Mythra and Pyra exchanged glances. With red cheeks and lines of thick drool escaping from their gaping, cum-filled maws, they linked hands with one another and giggled in almost feral fashion. “M-Mythra’s...Mythra’s going to get fucked…” “P...Pyra too...Pyra’s so happy…” They didn’t even see each other as sisters anymore, merely two halves ot the same toy set.*** Bayonetta and Morrigan had so many ways that they could play with their toys. Each woman was capable of conjuring and dismissing a cock of any size they liked at will, and that was to say nothing of the tentacles, the tendrils, and Bayonetta’s enormous limbs crafted from her hair. It made a pair of pussies like Mythra and Pyra’s a wonderful buffet of pleasures for the pair to sample, but for the moment they were both content simply settling down behind the young women and sampling them in the smoothest fashion possible. Smooth...for them. Both Mythra and Pyra were mewling, hungry sluts in that moment, rocking their hips back and forth and begging for the attention of their owners. They were no doubt expecting the duo to plunge into them with their cocks and fill them to the point of completion, but instead they were treated to pleasures overwhelming and intense, simply because that was how the sinister pair operated. With a snap of Morrigan’s fingers her tentacles reached out and entwined around Pyra’s arms and legs, coiling about her limbs and moving to weave between her breasts. She gasped and groaned as the mighty, cock-tipped appendages lunged around her and held her firmly in place a split second before they lined up for her holes. She was holding nothing back - two for her ass, two for her pussy, and three for her mouth. After all, it was a special occasion. Pyra’s very first time! “M-Mistr-guuhhh!” Pyra’s eyes went crossed and she offered a muffled howl against the three dicks that suddenly jammed themselves in her mouth, driving past her tongue and forcing her throat to bulge from their combined girth. She convulsed and gagged and rocked back and forth as she was claimed, and she was offered no mercy as the others all raced for her ass and cunt. More sharp cries spread against three dicks suffocating her filled the air, and both Morrigan and Bayonetta were able to delight in the image of Pyra’s figure flinching and quivering, bucking and convulsing as she was stuffed so very, very full. The satisfied look on Morrigan’s face was enough to suggest just how much she delighted in it - every cock’s head bringing her another wave of sensation and pleasure, and the deeper she drove them into Pyra’s tender the holes the more bliss ran across her. “They’re a bit of show offs, wouldn’t you say, dear?” Bayonetta cooed, and let her fingers tease along the backside of Mythra’s presented rump. The Umbra Witch smirked at the spectacle her lover was putting on, but ensured that she wouldn’t be outdone. Mythra barely had a chance to look back and beg to be fucked before a sudden wicked weave hand lunged from the ground, emerging from the beautiful windswept plains and snatching her curvy figure in its grasp. Mythra howled as she was suddenly clutched by the mighty fist, squeezed and knocked free of breath, but she finally had just what she desired as the fist pushed her back against the cock still demanding her attention. Bayonetta simply stood with arms folded across her chest, her body language one of passive authority. It was something that she shared with Morrigan - both women merely standing and observing while Morrigan’s tentacles had their fun with Pyra’s flesh and while Bayonetta’s wicked weave jammed Mythra back far enough for her cock to lunge deep within her tender ass. The two sisters moaned as best they were able, though admittedly it was easier for Mythra to do so than Pyra, and even as they were fucked and dominated by two women of immeasurable power, their hands remained linked as best they were able. Some bonds were left intact, because after all, what good was a set if they didn’t recognize each other? “Almost romantic, isn’t it, hen?” Morrigan purred as she gestured to the linked hands, and allowed her head to rest to the chest of her beloved once more. She cooed softly, and soon found herself teasing her fingers down the Umbra Witch’s chest, worshipping her flesh as she was so prone towards doing. “Even after all this, they still cling to one another. Sweet, yes?” “Two halves of the same whole. It sounds familiar.” Bayonetta’s voice was soft and thoughtful, perhaps even a bit smug, and she wrapped an elegant arm slowly around the waist of the succubus. Leaning forward to press their lips together, she nonetheless continued to drive her cock into the depths of Mythra’s ass, all thanks to the flailing, violent motions of the wicked weave’s fist. As their tongues danced against one another’s the two women were still able to thoroughly enjoy the pleasures their pets afforded them, broken only by the howling of Mythra’s depraved, assfucked cries. The kiss lasted only a few seconds because of that, and Morrigan peeled her lips away from that of Bayonetta’s to shoot the blonde an irate glare. “Oh, hush up, you!” She barked suddenly, and swept a hand forward to send a few extra tentacles. Another trio rushed forward, this time plunging into Mythra’s mouth one after the other, straining her more and more and working their way down her throat. It killed the noise booming across the plains and allowed her to join Pyra in muffled moaning, a much more pleasing sound for the two dominant beasts of the moment to enjoy each other. Morrigan once more pressed against her lover, and with those beautiful green locks catching in the wind and dancing behind her, leaned forward to resume their kiss. “Where were we, hen…?” Just as Pyra and Mythra still held hands, the connection between the two was strangely romantic. In the most twisted and perverse of fashions, of course - they were still cruel, sadistic creatures that roamed the multiverse to claim whatever they desired and subject them to outrageous sexual torments and pleasures. As they kissed with no small amount of passion and desire the forceful fucking of their current two pets continued, each of them whimpering and moaning and sobbing from the strain and the bliss driving through them. Their arms hung limp save for the tiny connection where their hands held, their legs dangled ineffectively, and their holes were nothing more than the fucksleeves for the extentions of their owners. Bayonetta and Morrigan came inside of their pets while they still kissed, as simply and as sweetly as ever. Pyra’s muffled moaning soon became spastic as she was flooded with it, pumped in no less than three holes with a measure of cum she couldn’t hope to contain. Her cheeks flooded and her belly bulged within the tentacles grasping her, and her eyes rolled back in her head as cum suddenly surged out her nose in a messy overflow. Her ass, her pussy, each was pumped to the point that even those powerful tentacle dicks couldn’t keep it all inside, and soon they went flailing out as the cum geysered from her holes and the pressure was relieved. As they flailed free they were sent lashing in the air while they continued to squirt, only giving the quartet a playful rain of succubus cum to fall atop them for the next few seconds. Mythra fared no better. Though her pussy was unoccupied unlike Pyra’s, the single solitary cock in her ass and the trio in her throat were more than happy to make up the difference. Morrigan’s tentacles in her mouth repeated the same messy process they did with Pyra - flooding her cheeks and overloading her sinuses to the point the woman’s nose unleashed torrents of cum. It flooded her stomach, coated her throat in a sticky layer of spunk, and made her twitch and groan from a layer of saturation she couldn’t possibly ignore. And then, with one last thrust against Bayonetta’s dick from the wicked weave, the Umbra Witch’s member finally unleashed its own load. Square into the ass of the blonde. The sophisticated woman only had one dick on the field that evening, but Mythra would soon learn...she would release just as much cum as every one of Morrigan’s tentacles. All of that cream suddenly for one single hole, all of that spunk delivered to the depths of the blonde’s ass. While Morrigan’s tentacles had left both girls choking and Pyra’s pussy and rear overflowing, Bayonetta’s solitary dick pulsed with power and delight, and proceeded to dump no less than gallons of cum into Mythra’s flinching, tender rump. Her belly bulged. Her howling intensified. She took a white-knuckled grip around Pyra’s hand and sobbed messy, wet moans as she was filled with a wicked warmth. The hand clutching her hand to relax its grip to accommodate the increased girth of her cum-filled belly, and the more Bayonetta’s member twitched the bigger Mythra became. “G...s-so...so much...cum...so much…” Mythra was already a mess. Cum slathered her face, her normally beautiful blonde hair was sweaty and messy, and her eyes were twitching and rolling back in her head. When Bayonetta and Morrigan finally pulled their lips apart with the satisfied look of passionate lovers, Mythra couldn’t hope to guess just what would come next - though it was a moment she wouldn’t forget even within the madness forced into her. Bayonetta, with her beauty mark lifting along with a smug smile, plucked her cock from the blonde’s ass and spoke in a teasing voice. “How greedy of you, Mythra.” She teased the slave, and raised an elegant hand. “Share with your sister.” And with that, Bayonetta’s wicked weave and Morrigan’s tentacles worked in perfect tandem. They twisted together, tentacles working within the fabric of Bayonetta’s demonic fist, threading against each other as they brought the sluts close. They forced the two face-to-face as best they were able considering Mythra’s expanded belly, and once the tentacles had tied them together by looping around their legs, their backs, their throats, even their heads, Bayonetta’s fist suddenly clenched...and squeezed. Pyra giggled in fuckaddled glee as Mythra became little more than a fountain of cum, all of the cream pumped into her ass suddenly forced out through her mouth. The white spunk of the Umbra Witch poured across Pyra’s face, soaked her hair, soon slathered across them both, giving the two a moment of sticky sisterly celebration. Before the drops could run too thick and the cum could be wasted from Mythra’s gullet, Bayonetta once more activated her witch time - trapping the moment for the pair of sisters, letting them live in that state of bound, squeezed, sticky decadence. “They look so happy, dont’ they dear?” Bayonetta cooed, and smiled proudly towards her lover. “What marvellous joys we give to all our treasures.” “We’d better move onto the next one, then, hen.” Chirped the succubus, just as she opened a portal of swirling green, ushering the Blades within. Pyra and Mythra, tethered in a fountain of cum, would be caught there for decades - perhaps even centuries - and the two sinister soul mates would be on their way towards yet another conquest. “Who’s next, beloved of mine?” Bayonetta merely smiled, and teased her fingers underneath Morrigan’s chin, pulling her in for another kiss. There would indeed be another target, another pet, another fuck-addled slave to claim...but that could wait for a few moments. Enough time for the Umbra Witch to kiss softly at the succubus’ lips, and let her know how deeply her heart burned for her. Just like Pyra and Mythra, they were two halves of the same whole.End of Chapter 5.
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Sinister Soul MatesChapter Six-by Drace Domino “Did...did we…” Bayonetta nibbled her bottom lip, and arched a brow apprehensively. She shifted her gaze to Morrigan, and spoke in a voice that sounded genuinely bewildered. “Were we already here, dear? I know it’s been a few centuries, but...I don’t believe I’m going senile just yet.” “No, hen, no, we ‘aven’t been here yet.” Morrigan responded, a smile tugging on the corner of her lips. “This must just be how they are. Delightful, isn’t it?” It really was. The latest stop on Morrigan and Bayonetta’s tour around the multiverse was a little country filled with swords and sorcery, where magic still held sway even if it was nowhere near the power that they wielded. They explored this strange new region until they found a few potential objects of their desire, and in truth? There were many potential candidates. A gloomy-looking girl that seemed to host a particularly powerful spirit, a pink-haired cherub that would’ve been a joy to break, and finally the ones they had decided upon: a pale-haired young woman of draconic blood, and her ludicrously busty, purple-haired domme, who was taking profound glee in fucking the smaller woman that very evening. Invisible from their sight, Morrigan and Bayonetta held each other around the waist while they watched Camilla stuffed Corrin with a massive, well-oiled strap-on. The smaller of the two girls was bound with her hands tethered to the posts of a royal, luxurious bed, and her knees had been stretched to the far sides of the mattress, keeping her perfectly spread. As Camilla rammed forward her own enormously curvaceous body put on an entirely different show - one of massive, swaying breasts and a plump bouncing rear, crashing again and again into Corrin and rippling with every push. As she fucked the younger woman her purple hair danced and her fingers crept up and down Corrin’s smaller body, teasing sensitive nipples or walking her fingers teasingly across a flat, toned belly. “Ohh, my dear little sister is the most sensitive sort of mouse~” Camilla cooed, her words forcing Bayonetta and Morrigan to raise an interested eye towards one another. She forced her knees deeper to the bed and gained a bit of leverage, leaving her enormous tits swinging mere inches above Corrin’s face. “Do try to moan louder for me, dear! I so love the noises you make!” Corrin, the look on her face making it clear she would’ve obliged, was nonetheless stymied in her efforts thanks to the pair of her big sister’s panties stuffed into her mouth. Her tongue wove through the garment, collecting the flavor that they had been moistened with, and did her best to moan...although it only came out as a muffled, hungry noise as her taut, tender pussy was fucked with a toy that was frankly too big for her. Her toes curled, her naked body spasmed with strain and delight, and the entire time she gazed up at Camilla with red, joyful eyes even though she was being threaded with fake cock. She clearly loved to submit to her big sister just as much as Camilla enjoyed using her, and the attraction between the two was enormous. “Oh hen, how rare it is that we come across true love amidst our treats.” Morrigan cooed, pulling apart from Bayonetta and drifting closer to the pair. Her wings gently flapped once and that gave her enough lift to hover for a few long seconds, during which she crossed one leg over the other and assumed a haughty sitting position in mid-air. As she glided from side to side of the bed she teased her fingers across both women - unseen, but not unnoticed. Both of them shivered and groaned from the contact, as if they received that playful touch as nothing more than a kiss of a phantom chill. Once Morrigan sat on the other side of the bed from her beloved Bayonetta, the succubus quirked her brow once more and dashed her lover a scandalously joyful look. “How shall we claim them, my love? Surely, it must be as a pair. I’m not so cruel as to break up a romance as fond as this one.” “You always have a weakness for the sisters, don’t you, darling?” Bayonetta chuckled, bracing her hands upon her hips as she did so. “These two aren’t even related by blood, my dearest angel. It’s hardly as scandalous as those Arendelle girls we took a few decades ago.” “Oh, hen, don’t you tease me!” Morrigan huffed in response, even as Camilla and Corrin continued, completely unaware of their presence. “You wouldn’t deny me anything I desire, would you?” “Of course not.” Bayonetta beamed, and brought her delicate digits up to her lips, blowing Morrigan a sweet kiss in playful apology. She pressed a knee against the mattress and started to creep forward to join the pair already making love, and used the same hand she blew the kiss with to curl her fingers, beckoning Morrigan to join her. “Let’s not interrupt their fun with a show of force, dear. Use your wonderful magic to make them understand that we’re simply...part of the family, as it were.” “A wonderful idea!” Morrigan giggled, and with a flex of her powerful magic waved a hand through the air. As her shadow abilities took control a few things changed in the room - her own clothes vanished in an instant, and Bayonetta’s hair simultaneously pulled away from her figure, stripping both of them naked in a glorious display. At the same split-second in time the two women became visible to the inhabitants of this magical world, although the response they received from Corrin and Camilla wasn’t shock, fear, or anger. Instead, thanks to the enticement and mind-influencing power of Morrigan Aensland, they both looked at the pair with a desperate gaze of desire. “Y...You’re...you’re even more beautiful than...my dear Corrin…” Camilla was a dominant woman. Perhaps even the most dominant in all this land. But underneath the gaze of Morrigan and Bayonetta, subjected to the appeal of the sinister soul mates, she was little more than another pet...albeit a pleasingly curvy one. She halted her thrusts into her little sister long enough for Bayonetta to curl her fingers underneath her chin, and from there the sophisticated, bespectacled woman let a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she spoke. “Take your toy off, dear, and I promise you’ll be rewarded,” Bayonetta cooed, and was pleased upon seeing that Camilla instantly obeyed. “Once my love and I have our fun with you both, of course.” The soft, wet pop that filled the room came as Camilla’s hips pulled back, and that enormously-headed toy left Corrin’s pussy wet and gaping. As the smaller girl whined against the panties stuffed in her mouth her busty older sister sat back on her haunches, tossing aside her strap-on and leaving herself bare from the waist down. At the same time, Morrigan’s tendrils stretched out and with a quick series of violent lashes sundered the ropes keeping Corrin bound - just as her fingers moved forward far more delicately, plucking the panties from her mouth and tossing them aside. Why waste a hole, when she could provide so many things to put inside of it? “C...Camilla…” Corrin swallowed nervously, looking from Bayonetta to Morrigan, curling up into the embrace of the older girl. “W...Who are these two women? And why...why do I want to...to…” “I don’t know, my sweet Corrin.” Camilla quivered in response, but nonetheless started to melt as Bayonetta threaded her arms around her. “But...they can have anything they want…” As if these two enchanting fiends ever needed permission to take all that they desired.*** As Bayonetta flopped her cock in between the gloriously soft, squishy breasts of Camilla, she had to admit...she was impressed. There weren’t many mortals that had tits even half as wonderful as these, and as the Umbra Witch sunk her fingers into the curvy flesh she realized they were even better than they looked. As she pressed them forward and trapped her throbbing member in between Camilla’s rack even Bayonetta was brought to a shuddering moan, and she rocked her hips forward with a whimper from the back of her throat. It took a lot for Bayonetta to be that impressed with a slut, especially when one of her holes wasn’t invited, and she quite naturally turned her head to Morrigan so she could call out to her. “Darling, you just have to try her tits when you’re done over there! They’re simply divine.” With that, the bespectacled woman gazed back down at Camilla, who was blushing in a submissive fashion she wasn’t at all accustomed to. “I’m not sure what goddess rules this world of yours, dear, but she truly gifted you with these. And I suppose, now, she’s gifted them to me.” While Bayonetta started to fuck Camilla’s tits, Morrigan was having her way with Corrin. They had barely heard the girl make more than a squeak and a few gentle words, and that wasn’t going to change anytime soon considering what the succubus had her doing. She was floating in the air just as she often tended to do, her legs spread and her thighs parted to leave her pussy bare and exposed. From there, she held her hands upon a magical leash of glowing black leather she had conjured from the void, and each time she tugged on it she forced its wearer all the closer. Corrin, with a heavy blush and sweat-licked silver hair, had no recourse but to bury her face in between Morrigan’s thighs and lay her tongue forward to worship her slit. Long, slow, desperate licks from the edge of Morrigan’s folds to the tip, and once she found her way to the hood she closed her mouth upon it and suckled in fond delight. “Ohh, and this one is well trained, too, hen!” Morrigan finally chuckled, casting her eyes to where Bayonetta was still gleefully enjoying Camilla’s tits. “That buxomy harlot you have must have put a lot of work into her! What a fine older sister she must be!” “Are you jealous, dear?” Bayonetta offered the question, gazing down to Camilla’s blushing face. She kept going in between looking at her dear Corrin get used and the face of the woman above her, splitting her attention and unsure of just how to respond. Bayonetta pulled her cock free just long enough to slap Camilla’s face with it, and once she had forced her blushing gaze resaddled it between those glorious tits. “Eyes on me. Answer me. Are you jealous, knowing my love is using your dear little sister? Knowing that she’s dragging that adorable little tongue of hers across a pussy unfathomably more delicious than your own?” “I...I...m-my Corri-” “Ah ah ah, darling.” Bayonetta waggled a finger, and began to pump forward all the harder in between Camilla’s tits. “My Corrin. Morrigan’s Corrin. But certainly not yours...at least not anymore.” “Oh, don’t be teasin’ the cow like that, hen!” Morrigan chuckled from the sidelines. By that point, she had crossed one leg up and over the back of Corrin’s head, trapping it against her nethers and grinding her hips forward to enhance the joy. Ribbons of spit dangled from the corners of Corrin’s mouth while she worked, and the entire time she had lowered a hand between her legs, masturbating in an almost feral lust. Morrigan dangled the leash she had conjured and swung the handle casually back and forth, clicking her tongue as she did so. “Don’t you worry, lass, I’ll let you hold the leash soon enough. So long as you keep behavin’ yourself.” Bayonetta merely chuckled, and offered a playful, knowing smile to the succubus that had stolen her heart. It was just like Morrigan to be a little soft on the ones with massive breasts. That was entirely fine with her, of course - it would be a joy to see Camilla use her little sister for their amusement, just before they put them away in the pocket dimension of their toy box, waiting in the midst of frozen, hungry glee until they were ready to play with them once more. The two women were happily using the pair of adopted sisters, and yet up to that point they had allowed their pussies and asses to go woefully uninhabited. It was something that they were quick to change as Camilla and Corrin became more accustomed to their new lots in life - roles of service and sexual slavery, with only the reward of more sweat, spit, and cum in store for them. Morrigan snapped her fingers and in a pulse of darkness the leash that coiled around Corrin’s throat suddenly came to life, its form changing and its girth intensifying until it became a wildly writhing tentacle. As Corrin whimpered she didn’t dare pull her mouth away from Morrigan’s pussy, worshipping it still even as the tentacle slithered from her neck and down her back, moving across her rump and in between her thighs. It wasn’t long after that more arrived, summoned from the void by both Morrigan and her Umbra Witch lover. There was nothing the pair relished more than seeing just how many of their coiled serpents of force and authority they could push into their chosen whore for the evening, and both Camilla and Corrin alike were soon treated to the touch of those naturally slippery, throbbing members. Corrin whined and squealed as she was claimed in both of her lower holes, the tiny pucker of her ass stretching around a massive intruder while her pussy was penetrated with a far longer, more wiry length. Camilla, meanwhile, soon found herself fully tethered to the bed as tentacles emerged from the mattress. They snapped around her arms and legs, trapped her to the surface, and then soon made their way to violate her. Mouth, ass, pussy, all while her tits were steadily claimed by Bayonetta with a series of rapidly intensifying thrusts. “Ahh, that’s more like it!” Morrigan giggled, and threaded her fingers through Corrin’s hair. She wiggled her hips from side to side and delighted in the sounds of nearly panicked desire running from the silver-haired girl’s throat, sending vibrations against her sensitive folds. “Hen, make sure not to wear them out too much! They’ve got a show to put on, after all!” “Of course, dear.” Bayonetta smirked, looking over her shoulder and pushing her glasses back into place with the tip of a single digit. “I should warn the same of you, my beloved. Don’t break her before we’re ready...she seems far less durable than mine.” In truth, both Bayonetta and Morrigan knew that true strength was what hid within the two women, and in that regard Corrin was incalculably stronger. What lurked inside of her made her next to a god in this plane, but unfortunately for her free will, more than just power was inside of her. Specifically, Morrigan. Morrigan was inside of her, and now that she was the succubus had little intention of ever leaving. The tentacles throbbed and thrived within her, pounding back and forth into that accommodating pussy and that wickedly tight little ass, and as Corrin continued to slurp and suckle upon the succubus’ pussy she was suddenly and dramatically caught off guard. With but a flicker of a thought Morrigan’s slit ceased to exist - suddenly replaced by a massive member of her own that forced itself instantly into her mouth and down her throat. There, it forced Corrin’s gullet to bulge and her eyes to cross, and with tears down her cheeks she looked up at her abuser with a tiny, pathetic whimper. “Oh, relax.” Morrigan merely chuckled, and gave the girl a pat on the head like she was an obedient hound. “You heard my love. I’m not permitted to break you just yet.” Bayoneta merely laughed from her spot, sparing a glance to her partner from the corners of her eyes, but swiftly glancing back to the focus of her attention. Camilla was in a similar state as Corrin, caught somewhere between fear and ravenous desire, tears on her face rolling in perfect lines to the drool escaping the sides of her mouth. At that point Bayonetta had woven two, three, even four cocks into her mouth by virtue of her wriggling tentacles, and the busty woman’s throat was bulging not only from the girth but from the loads they had already started to release. Camilla was left gargling cum, practically choking on it as it squirted straight into her stomach, flooding her senses beyond all measure. It spurted from her nose, gurgled out of her lips, and made her eyes glaze as they rolled back in her head, convulsing from the enormous payload she was stuffed with. In similar fashion, the cocks Bayonetta had forced into her pussy and ass were finding their own thrilling peak. Thrashing, throbbing, plunging as deep as they could manage, the countless tentacles she was weaving within her starting to squirt with reckless abandon. A particularly thick one had pressed deep into her tunnel and managed to work its tip all the way into her womb, where it released a geyser of squirt that seemed completely unceasing. In addition to the other cocks flooding her, both within the rest of her nethers and deep inside of her ass, it was no surprise that Camilla’s belly started to rise and bulge. For the moment, Bayonetta simply rode that growing gut, laughing as she did so and continued to pound her cock in between the woman’s tits. What were a few more curves on a woman so wildly blessed by this plane’s goddess of great tits, after all? While Camilla was forged into a cum balloon by Bayonetta, Morrigan was delighting in keeping poor Corrin guessing. The slip of a thing’s mouth had been forced to switch back and forth time and time again as Morrigan continued to shift her shape, growing a cock and then letting it vanish into the shape of a pussy, repeating the process again and again for her amusement. All the while her tentacles had their way within the supple body of the young woman, and they continued to drive forward harder and harder, pounding relentlessly into that taut, fuckable frame they were occupying. It was while Morrigan was wearing a pussy and Corrin was dutifully servicing it that the girl’s entire body suddenly tensed up, her eyes going wide open and gazing up at Morrigan’s face. Was...was she really feeling what she thought she was feeling? Morrigan simply nodded, and pushed her tentacles all the way through. Corrin made a strangled noise of profane lust as one of Morrigan’s own wriggling tendril cocks emerged from the girl’s mouth, only to snugly fit within the succubus’ entrance with a tiny pop. Morrigan openly howled in visceral glee as she started to fuck herself, rocking her hips back and forth against her toy all as Corrin was skewered along the girth of it. The young woman remained unharmed although understandably stunned - succubus magic was a tremendously powerful thing, didn’t consider the demands of reality to be more important than the demands of lust. With a giggle Morrigan closed her legs around the back of Corrin’s head, and with her fingers sinking deep into the woman’s hair she drove her tentacles deeper and deeper..into herself. “Ohh, that’s lovely! So wonderful!” The succubus cackled, and flexed her entire body as she started to rush towards climax. “Nothing better than spending a bit of time with yourself, after all!” Just as Bayonetta had filled Camilla to the breaking point and she now laid flooded and filled, paralyzed by the sheer weight of cum holding her down, Corrin was no more mobile. In fact, Bayonetta even teased her fingers to the sides of Camilla’s cheek, finally allowing the purple-haired older sister to watch as Corrin was threaded with tentacle cock, groaning and trembling and spasming in violent, wild release. As she watched, Bayonetta remained perched atop the swollen, cum-filled belly of the purple-haired vixen, one leg folded over the other and her fingers tented around her knees. She even yawned after a few moments of watching Corrin struggle and spasm, and allowed her chin to rest upon the back of her hand as she gazed at her love. “Darling, aren’t you done yet?” She gently cooed, drumming the fingers of her other hand across Camilla’s oversized tits. “At this rate, they won’t have time to put on a good show for us!” With that, the Umbra Witch merely glanced to the side and winked at Camilla, just before blowing her a tiny kiss. “Only joshing, dear. You’ll be our slavish whores for millenia.” Considering what Camilla had already encountered, and what she was witnessing with Corrin, the purple-haired woman was inclined to believe it. Whimpering, she did her best to reach for Corrin, fingers wiggling in a desperate plea to save her...but her attempt was far past pathetic. Groaning, oozing Bayonetta’s cream from her nose and mouth alike, she merely gurgled in impotent loyalty to her little sister that had been turned into a sleeve. When Morrigan’s head finally rolled back and the succubus gave a cry of climax, the base of the tentacle threading through Corrin suddenly surged. A massive bulb of cream formed at the stem of that wriggling black member, and like a stunted surge through a firehose suddenly rushed its way through the rest of it. It stretched Corrin the entire way, from the tender entrance to her delicate fuckhole and all the way through her body, forcing her to endure something that not even the mighty Corrin would have survived were it not for the succubus’ magic. And finally, with another strangled gurgling noise, Corrin looked up as the cum pushed through the segment stuffed in her throat, finally into Morrigan’s mouth. Morrigan shamelessly creampied herself that evening, letting it splash and overflow, letting it soak Corrin’s hair and drip from her cheeks. The entire time Bayonetta sat on her new belly-bulged throne, chuckling softly and rolling her eyes in delightful fashion. Oh, how she loved this sadistic succubus. Oh, how they would enjoy ruining these two adopted sisters. When Morrigan had enough of her fun Bayonetta slowly rose a hand, her fingers stretching forward and collecting tethers of magic across the tips. Finally, she twitched her wrist in dynamic fashion and caused the space around them to ripple once more, and all four of the women in that room were suddenly changed yet again. Morrigan and Bayonetta were clothed once more, and now sitting comfortably at the head of the bed, resting against the headboard. Arms around one another, each holding a glass of wine, the two gazed to the foot of the bed where Camilla and Corrin were left struggling with their own suddenly reshaped reality. A reality in which Corrin was the same as she ever was - unphased by spearing she could just swear was mere seconds ago - and a reality where Camilla was ruthlessly, viciously, violently fucking her with a brand new cock. “C...Corrin...Corrin, dear, I...I can’t...I can’t stop, I…” They were exactly where they began that night, with Corrin flat on her back as Camilla fucked her from above. This time, the member hanging between her legs was flesh and blood and all too real, complete with sensations that filled her with bliss with every passing second. Her hands were lowered to Corrin’s throat as she found her fingers tightening against her will, choking her little sister even as she pounded her harder and harder, forcing her belly to bulge with every thrust. In what little fragments of sanity Camilla had left she turned her head to the two witches at the head of the bed, and with tears in her eyes sobbed out a plea to the pair. “Please! Please, make me stop! Don’t make me do this anymore!” “Which, darling?” Bayonetta asked, arching a brow. “The fucking, or the choking?” “I think she means the choking, hen.” Morrigan sighed dramatically, and waved a hand with a playful gesture. “Bah! Fine. But you’d better keep fucking her, or else we’ll get bored!” “And you certainly don’t want us to be bored, do you?” Bayonetta chimed in, and licked her lips after taking a tiny, sweet sip of wine. With that, the offer had been made and the terms had been set - Camilla had to use that newfound cock of hers to put on a show for this sadistic pair, lest they’d find something even more cruel for them to do. As soon as the magical control of her body subsided Camilla’s hands pulled away from her little sister’s throat, and as Corrin coughed and whimpered Camilla merely reached down, kissing her desperately a few sweet times and whispering gently against her lips. “C...Corrin darling...darling, I’m...I’m sorry…!” And with that, she suddenly scooped her arms underneath the girl, flipped her over onto her back, and pulled free her cock so she could line it against the girl’s ass. Corrin gave a sharp cry as the moment came, her tiny little hole threaded with meat and feeling like it was the very first time. Biting the pillows, clinging to the sheets, Corrin braced herself with tears in her eyes as her older sister pounded her ass with heavy thrusts all the way down to the hilt. Slam after slam came with flesh clapping loudly to flesh, and when Camilla gazed over at the two witches doing this she found it painfully hard to read their faces. Were they amused? Were they bored? Oh heavens, if...if they were bored… “Scream louder for me, Corrin!” Camilla suddenly barked, pulling her little sister’s hair and yanking her head up off the sheets. She thrust herself down to the hilt again and again, and her free hand swept down to clap against the girl’s rear with a mighty strike. “Make our new owners happy! Show them the worth in sparing us!” “Oh, oh Camillaaaaa!” Corrin’s eyes went crossed as she did as she was told, looking like nothing short of an absolute mess. Sweat, tears, spit, cum...all of them clung to her, and it’d be many, many centuries before she was dry ever again. Bayonetta and Morrigan watched in mischevious bliss, sipping wine and tenderly fondling one another as Camilla was forced to fuck her little sister. When she came, she came hard and violently, flooding Corrin with an unnatural load that stretched her belly and made her whimper. And when she looked up to the witches once more, it was clear...the show wasn’t over. They wanted more. It went on like that for hours. Maybe days? Perhaps a week. Camilla lost count of the times she came inside Corrin, of the times she slapped the girl she loved so much on the cheek, of the times she ignored Corrin’s cries and plunged her cock violently inside of her. Underneath the watchful gaze of their new owners Camilla was left sobbing as she helped herself to the dear girl again and again, and each time the pleasure rolled through her a little bit of her guilt faded. Bit by bit, thought by thought, sorrow and regret was replaced by joy. Climaxes replaced pain with pleasure, and it wasn’t very long - a couple of days at most - that even Corrin’s strangled grunts and whimpers sounded happy and satisfied. Before long, she even wrapped her arms around Camilla’s shoulders and kissed her while they fucked, even as cum surged through her tiny body and forced a snowball into the other’s mouth. And the entire time, Bayonetta and Morrigan sipped their drinks, for no matter how much time passed for the sisters it was merely a few minutes for the pair of them. With Morrigan’s magic blended perfectly with Bayonetta’s witch time they enjoyed the show immensely, although there was one...notable problem. It was hard to watch an exciting fuckshow such as that and not get horny. What were a pair of deviants like them to do under such circumstances? “My dear, let’s put these two in the toy box for now.” Bayonetta chirped, finished her wine, and gently began to rise from the bed. “Shall we stretch our legs some? I feel like we’ve been a bit lazy, watching these two for the past twenty minutes.” “A fine idea, hen.” Came the sweet Scottish response, and Morrigan conjured a portal from thin air. In a flash, Camilla and her little sister were whisked away to a spot where they would remained joined for years - until their holes were called upon once more. And with that, Morrigan threaded her fingers into the palm of her love, stood on her heels to kiss her cheek, and gave a content sigh as they began to travel anew. “What more delights await us, I wonder?” “Anything we desire, my darling.” Came the cooed response. “Anything we desire.”End of Chapter Six.