Corinne wakes you.

After a night of sleep that is, for several reasons, rather fitful, you're woken by a tongue playfully lapping at your face.

"Bonjour, cousin." as you open your eyes, you take in Corinne's familiar form. The window, her obvious form in ingress, is still ajar, fresh morning snow streaming into the room. Her armour, hood and blade are in a heap by the wall.

Brushing a few strands of errant black hair from her face, you greet The Spider with a kiss.

“You made good time.” you remark, as the three-quarters demonic woman slips under the sheets with you.

“I couldn't wait to see these pureblood cretins mutilate each other!” the baroness chuckles. “Mother says wars are decisive events that allow us to exert our power and influence, even covertly, too.”

“I can definitely think of a few uses for you, Corinne.” you respond with a smirk.

“Case in point, Edward.” the assassin lays on her stomach, wild blue eyes fixed on yours, as her tail lashes out, snaking beneath the sheet, until it constricts around your cock.

You can't help but gasp out, as the tightness increases with every coil The Spider winds around your prick.

“Do you like that?” Corinne chuckles wickedly, squeezing your manhood tighter and tighter, beginning to work it up and down. “Do you like my tail?”

“Allsire, yes!” you tell her through gritted teeth. You're impressed just how much control she's able to exert over the prehensile appendage, but then again, you suppose her conception was rather unnatural.

“I needed this.” Corinne tells you, leaning forward to kiss you hungrily. “I made up my mind to come when last we talked...”

“Nothing like the real thing.” you moan to her, even as she does not relent with her tailjob.

“Certainement, cousin.” Corinne says sensually. “To be able to touch you, pleasure you, bend you to my whims... There are few things I find more enjoyable.”

“W-We'll have to see about those whims.” you say, biting the Morlandian's lower lip softly. “We have plenty of time before the armies get back.”

“Of course. I'll make myself scarce when they do.” Corinne explains. “I should be able to find a suitable cave to shelter in.”

“A cave?” you ask. “You're too good for that.”

“It's perfectly fine, cousin.” Corinne responds, slackening her pace as you converse. “I usually stay away from people on my travels. When I'm accompanying Mother, it's a necessity.”

Of course, you thought. Like Arinum himself, Arvha never assumed a human disguise.

“Still, you know how to contact me, should anything come up.” Corinne smiles, wiggling the black ring, replete with a spider design, which Arinum provided her with.

As the conversation lulls, The Spider redoubles her efforts. She tightens her already vicelike grip around your shaft, squeezing and milking it until you're unable to take any more. You shoot your load, thrusting up into the coils of the assassin's tail as eagerly as you would any cunt.

Only when your spurts abate does Corinne let go. Snaking her tail across your groin, your lower stomach, she slathers it in your royal seed, before bringing it to her mouth. Rather performatively, the Morlandian noble sucks on the end of her tail, slurping down the vast majority of your load. The debauched display is almost enough to get you hard again, then and there.

“Corinne, that was incredible...” you gasp, making to sit up. Your cousin presses down hard on your chest, quickly reminding you of her superhuman strength, and keeping you pinned in one fell swoop.

“Edward, you're not going anywhere, just yet.” Corinne tells you, climbing on top of you...