Follow the plan.

"Lena, time for a 'Family gathering'." My talons trailed up Aina's leg and came to rest on her pussy. "Set up shop; bedroom."

Aina's hands snapped open and she started walking away, her eyes openly weeping. I followed after her, while Lena moved to collect her other sister. She seemed to be normal again, but that was merely part of the trigger.

I entered Aina's room, small and cozy and covered with signs of married life. I crossed to the bed and let my claws whisper across the sheets. I sat, leaning against the headboard and watched as Aina let her hair down and started unlacing her dress. Her eyes were starting to dry, and something new had entered them. Along with fear and sorrow, there was hate.

I smiled at her and pulled my coat off.

Aina had an excellent physique, long legs and wide hips and lines of shadowed muscle. She was also, I realized, pregnant; several months, though she carried it well. Her hair was blond, a darker shade than Lena's and her pussy was decorated with hair of the same shade. Dark eyes set over a dusting of freckles, shining with hate. She held her tits up, displaying them and deep cleavage, and her thighs shone with moisture.

"Oh, I'll enjoy you." I said conversationally. She bared her teeth and tried for a curse.

Threads of conversation reached us through the door and Aina grew **** again as her younger sisters joined us. Becca was more like Lena than Aina, lighter hair and a more modest figure, though she had the finest face of the three. Becca's face was a study in shock and she caught sight of me and Aina.

"Pillory."

Before Becca could speak a pair of white hands came up from under her shoulders. Lena clasped her hands behind Becca's head and held her there. "Lena! What's going on."

Becca struggled and started to shout as Lena trudged into the room, forcing her along. Her arms were a vise, seeming far stronger than Lena should be. And, it probably was true; people often gave up far before their real limit, but the command had triggered Becca in a far more subtle way. Leeching her strength, making her very real struggles ineffective.

I looked to Aina and smiled. "Gossip."

"What the fuck is this?" She croaked out, her voice strained. "What did you do to my sister?!"

"Made an investment." I said, pulling my dagger from it's sheath. I spun it over my knuckles and looked at Becca. "How long until your husband comes searching, with all this noise."

"Oh no." She breathed, her eyes going wild. "AARON-"

"Struck dumb." I smiled at the sudden silence as both Aina and Becca lost their voices. "Thank you for that. Should get him to come running."

It didn't take long for the pattering of footsteps to reach my ears, and soon after a young man came stumbling to the doorway. He was perhaps five years older than me, but smaller in both height and scale. He had gentle, if fearful, eyes and wore a short goatee. He came up short at the sight of his naked wife and the demon on his bed.

"Hello there," I threw the knife into the floor next to Aina. Eyes followed it, and for a moment Aaron seemed about to rush me. "You may have gathered that something unnatural is happening her."

"Aina."

"If you run, I'm going to cut the baby from her stomach. Or maybe I'll make her do it." I looked over at Aina, and flashed a wolf's grin. "Would you enjoy that, Gossip?"

"You monster! You freak!" She growled. "How dare you!"

Becca started similar screams from the other side of the room and I looked at Arron, who already seemed a little defeated. "Breathtaking."

Aina and Becca both choked and gurgled as their throats closed and their lungs seized. Arron's face filled with pain as he watched his wife suffocate and the ten seconds before they could breath again must have seemed like and eternity. "Silence please, I'm talking."

"What-" Aaron licked his lips. "What do I need to do to make this stop?"

I laughed and looked over at Aina. "He's adorable."

"Asshole."

"Aaron, this will seem like hell to you, and it won't stop until I'm satisfied." Despair dripped from every inch of him as he stared at my painfully hard cock. "But, if you listen close and do as I say, then you'll live and get to pick up what pieces remain."

"You bastard!" Aina screamed.

"Wedding bed."

Aina struggled against the command, taking one haltering step after another towards the bed. She stopped next to it and froze as my talons rested against her rounded stomach. Her hand fell to my groin and squeezed gently, a wicked idea forming in my mind. "Pause. Aaron, come here."

The slight man walked hesitantly towards me, unable to disobey for all his free will.

"This trigger makes it so that your wife will fuck anyone laying on this bed. You, me, her father, her sisters; it doesn't matter. If I hadn't said, 'pause' she'd have my cock out and be getting it ready." I said conversationally. I looked down at my bulge. "Undo the laces, make it easier for her."

Aaron lowered his eyes, disgust flashing through them. He stopped for a moment, looking at the black claws against Aina's stomach. Then he do as I commanded and pulled my cock out. "Aaron, please-"

I pressed my claws against her stomach and Aina went still and silent. It didn't even break the skin, but I think my point was made. I unpaused her and watched as her lips fell to my cock and began giving little kisses and licks. Her tears fell warm against my leg and I stroked her ass. "Aaron, you need to teach her better. Give your dear wife a hand, help her go a little deeper."

His face contorted and his hands shook as they fell amidst her blond locks. He pushed her gently down, an inch deeper on my cock, and I looked at him impatiently. I place my hand on his and shoved her down. She gagged and we both lifted our hands, his in shock. "At least that deep. Again."

"Please-"

"Again."

Her drool soon ran down my cock, wetting my balls and legs as Arron set a deep pace. Every time he pushed her down I heard him give a little apology, and soon I was close to the edge. I let her stop, her face coming up dazed and breathless, and looked at Aaron. "Excellent work, Aaron."

He sobbed and I looked down at the bulge in his pants. Despite it all, his body had responded and I chuckled.

"Lena, bring her here."

"Oh god, what now?" Aina breathed, skin flushed. I let my talons return to fingers and ran one along her slit. I slowly pumped it, teasing her pussy with the promise of what was to come. At my command Becca was **** to kneel, and I looked at Aina. "Please don't."

"Return the favor, dear." I gestured at Arron's cock. "Looks painful, let it free."

Becca's struggles grew more frantic as an inkling of what was coming reached her. Aina let Arron's cock free, he was actually well-equipped though it paled in comparison to my demonic tool. "What now?"

Arron's voice was filled with the most exquisite pain, and I gave him my most charming smile. "An example, let dear Aina see how deep you want her to service you. The pace, everything. Do it."

To Aaron's credit, he hardly needed a reminder. A single glance at my black nails and a single apology given, and he grabbed the side of Becca's head. She resisted, briefly, but restrained as she was there was little she could do other than keep her mouth closed. That barrier was soon breached and Arron wept as he slowly thrust into the mouth of his wife's younger sister.

I reached out and slapped his ass, "Come on then, put a little effort into it."

His despairing mewling was my only response, by he did obey. I chuckled and returned to Aina, pulling her on to my lap. My cock rested against her belly and she looked fearful at it. She struggled against the command, but her body raised and positioned my cock against her slit. "Aaron, help her down."

He looked over, his eyes red, and let go of Becca. He seemed caught between relief at the break and despair at what he'd been called to do. He climbed onto the bed and placed a hand on each of Aina's shoulders. Slowly, inch by inch, she descended to a litany of apologies. She groaned as I filled her, deeper and more completely that Aaron could ever hope to. I pumped slowly, placing my hand on her pregnant belly. Little by little her groans of discomfort and exertion became mingled with the slightest hint of pleasure.

"Aaron, you hear that?" I said, picking up my pace. "She's starting to enjoy it. That should make you happy; your wife's joy."

"No, I'm not." She protested with a pant.

"Oh, you will." I slapped her ass. "Aaron, you want to finish yourself off, or should I have Becca do it?"

Arron whined, but his hand slowly curled around his cock and began to work it. I pulled Aina's face to mine and whispered into her ear. "Sweet dreams."

Her eyes went wide for a moment as the trigger washed through her mind. She stalled on my cock, her head falling back, and a sweet noise came from her. It was simply, really; a trigger to flood her mind with joy and disconnect her from reality, as if she was in the middle of a pleasant dream. She rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my cock, and moaning as her hands trailed up her body. Her fingers danced over her belly and clasped her tits, a trickle of milk running down her fingertips.

I sat up and turned her around, making her face the shocked Aaron. He looked down at Aina's blissful face, something shattering in his own, and I started to thrust. She cried out, hands balling in the sheets as the sounds of our flesh smacking together filled the room. She bit her lips and her eyes rolled back, any show of dignity or restraint disappearing with the world around her. Aaron worked his cock, dazed, and I shoved Aina forward. Her face smacked into his chest and she looked at at him, her tongue lolling out. "So hot, it's so fucking deep."

"Aina, love. . ."

Her words slurred and she buried her face in his chest. "More, more, more. YES!"

Her words gave way to a high squeal as she came around my cock, squeezing and wet, and brought me over the edge. My black cum filled her insides, bathing her child, and burst out around my girth. I pulled her back by the hair as the trance took and placed my lips against her ear. "Remember this. Remember this pleasure. Every passing hour will build you to it, but only my cock with give you release."

I pulled out as Aaron finally came, two shoots of cum falling on Aina's face and shoulder.

I looked to the side, at the terrified and mortified Becca, and smiled.