She clenched around me in a vice-hold of lewd muscles, rolling along my length to milk me into her. Her tail relentlessly tortured my prostate, and she watched me from her evil violet eyes, her mouth rotating about the nipple she tenderly feasted upon. It was time. I accelerated to a fervent pace, my body burning with exertion, compelled relentlessly by the lust that stayed my exhaustion. Feminine nectar squelched from the ovules I violated, slickening their brutal impaling, my tips finding the convulsing bottoms of the women, their walls closing in around me. The succubus lost her equanimity at the end, and her head fell against the astral floor so that she could cry out again and again, her voice high and desperate, but nowhere near the shrill tenor of her twin, the nymph who was lost in the mania of her ecstasy, screaming at the sky with unseeing eyes. Her slender back flexed in shadows, her narrow waist twisted about her wide hips, her anus clenched around my invading thumbs, and her cunt seized about my cock, trapping me within her. I plastered myself against them, the ecstasy lancing through my loins, the pressure building, building, building, then bursting! With a heave, I emptied myself into them, joining our voices in a final crescendo. Then, all was dark. I was in a bed of moist soil when I awoke, the moon shining in its midnight position, bathing the roots of the spruce in an ethereal blue. There was a large pod before me, egg-shaped and membranous, sprouting from one of the roots. I glanced around, and noted that there were hundreds of them, but none so large as the one before me. It burst open with a flood of fluid, and a female body uncurled from a fetal ball. The woman had pale purple skin canvasing an hourglass figure whose curves were alluring and maternal. Light green veins branched fetish her body, the blood within them glowing from beneath her flesh. Her hair was black with streaks of white, and from her mane, protruded two sets of horns: a set of demonic succubi horns that curved upward from the front of her crown, and a set of ram horns that curved backward just behind them. Her eyes were large with violet sclera, but contained emerald irises that burned with greater intensity, set like jewels above subtle cheeks and lush lips. Swaying behind her was a long thin tail, and unfolding from her back was a set of black feathered wings. “I have chosen a physical form,” Arbor said, “so that I mature may partake in worldly matters without needing to use one of my children’s bodies.” “It’s beautiful,” I said, “you’re beautiful.” “Thank you, Zander.” Arbor replied with a smile, “The two halves of me worked asian hard to design it.” “A true representation of japan your dichotomy.” “Commonality. I am one woman. I always was one woman.” She glanced up at the sky, “The mind may partition itself, but it is still singular, and the shackles that are imposed upon it are ultimately self-imposed.” She sighed, “I was never truly Elena Straltaira’s slave, but the desire to be owned was too great to deny. A part of me still aches to call her ‘master,’ and know no troubles but her troubles.” She looked over her shoulder at me, “Is that what mortal love is?” “Something like that.” “It is exciting.” Arbor said with a small smile, “Very exciting to be ignorant. I will explore this world of flesh until I know all its pains and pleasures.” “You’ll be here for a long time then.” “Indeed.” She turned back to the pods, “Did you ever sire children, Zander Fredeon?” “No.” “Now you have sired hundreds of sons.” She raised her arms, and the pods began to pulse, “Though do not be surprised if none bear your likeness.” “I don’t think I’m suited for fatherhood.” “It is fortunate that you will not have to raise them then.” The pods began to shake, their translucent shells revealing the writhing forms within them. One by one, the male nymphs emerged, their bodies varying in color and features, but every single one of them strong and tall, born into early manhood. They stood covered in the clear placenta of their birth, looking at the world with curious, brave eyes. I heard the sound of an excited titter, and turned my head to see Elena’s succubi, now free of Arbor’s mind, all staring at the hatch of men with hungry eyes. “Their mental bonds were broken with my own.” Arbor said, japanese glancing back, “But they will not scamper back into the night. They long for Elena’s mastership to quell the hunger that would make them feral.” “They’ve been domesticated.” That was just the tip of the iceberg though, we had many more talks that only a straight guy and a gay guy could have. When they entered her room he flicked the light switch japanese on. This is good my boy, very good.” I pulled out of him, and took him off the pillow. I couldn't. The tightness eased, just slightly, I pressed more firmly and was rewarded as I could feel the warmth engulf my finger as it slowly entered, to bury to the knuckle. A moan leaked from my lips as I took him, enjoying the pain of my splitting insides. I wanted Father to share something with me that he would never share with his precious Yavara. I can't believing I'm sucking Everett's cock japan for the first time in front of these freak-shows!' You’re just a little sissy tiny dicked bitch fetish boy.” James called as he stepped inside. She could not believe what she had witnessed, and she could not believe she was about to be part of it. The last thing he wanted to mature hear was the details of his son and asian daughter's mutual sexual adventures. Just be your natural self and let's see how things go." Pierce shook her head. balls and down the inside of her thighs. “Well, the truth comes out,” she said, her tone low.