From behind!

Climbing out of bed, you hobble over to where your mother stands. She anticipates your designs on her, and slowly moves to the edge of the room, placing her be-taloned fingers on your desk.

"Oh Edward, I approve. You should always be pushing yourself." the purple-skinned woman advises. You give your mother a little push herself, placing your hand on the small of her back and guiding her down until she's draped over the desk, her demonic nethers open to you.

Even touching Marissa's back felt unlike putting your hand on a human woman's body. There was something electric and intoxicating to the act of touching her.

Your hand glides down the curve of her body, tracing her spine, navigating around her tail to grope a handful of her arse. In your opinion, she puts the tart you'd just had to shame. Many men had ogled the Regent as she passed through the castle. But they only saw half of the sinful beauty your mother had to offer, her human form, while quite desirable, just couldn't compete with the demonic vision you were now gorging yourself on.

You saw your mother steadily work her hand between her thighs, the soft and supple sounds of her flesh more pleasing to you than any lute or lyre. After a long moment of just watching her, your cock as hard as it's ever been, she removes her hand from her twat and puts it back over her shoulder. Her index finger is extended, the depraved perfume of your mother's cunt dripping pungent from it. It's clear what she's inviting you to do.

You place the demonic digit in your mouth and suck. Her nectar is strong, smooth and powerful, like a cup of Beathan whisky. You greedily tongue her clawed finger, savouring your mother's unique flavour.

"Demons taste good, don't we?" She smiles wickedly. "I'm going to enjoy sucking my taste off your cock later, dear child."

"So good!" You groan, removing her finger from your mouth. "If I could kneel properly, I'd be on my knees right now, mother, tongue at your lips..." You declare.

"That can wait, Edward." She responds, playfully flicking you with her tail "Though, the Feast of the Mother's coming up soon, perhaps you could show your devotion that way on that day."

You nod happily.

"Now, why don't you stop wasting time and put your cock in me?" Marissa says in a sultry tone.

You were never one to disobey the woman who raised you.

Steadying your legs on hers, you bring the head of your cock up to her ever-eager twat. You've only just turned eighteen, and are almost perpetually horny, but your mother's appetites are something else entirely.

Coiling her tail around your good hand, you push your cock inside her, while softly yanking her back by her tail.

"Edward! What have I told you about playing with my tail?" Marissa says over your initial groan, playfully swatting your behind with the tip of her prehensile tail.

"Not to- pull on- Mummy's tail- unless I- absolutely mean it!" You say with a dark grin, punctuating every few words with a harder pull, and a harder thrust into her.

"Good boy!" Marissa moans "Good, good boy!"

Were it not for your paralysed, tremor-wracked hand, right now you'd be exploring your mother's body, groping her bountiful purple tits, giving her throat a friendly squeeze. As it was, it was all you could to do hold on for your life as the two of you fuck frenetically.

How could a hired girl compare to this? In your life, your title and your affliction had always made others treat you differently. The other boys, too afraid to play with you, the girls, who cooed and simpered over you, like you were a dove with a broken wing, and not their future ruler.

Your mother was completely different. The fact she'd one day hand over the reigns of power to you had never fazed her, and as for your frailty? Well, she was the only one living who knew the truth of your bloodline. That there was strength and magic in it no pureblood human possessed.

Strength, magic and if the eagerness with which you incestuously thundered into her demonic cunt were any indication, more than a little of the depravity endemic in demonkind.

"That's it Edward, I'm close- I'm- Yes!" Marissa shrieked, bucking wildly against you as she came. The unpredictable spasming of her hips was too much for you. You spurt your load again and again into the demoness' twat.

Once your eruption abates you stay there, your flesh pressed up hers, uneager to part.

"You'd best pull out fast, child." Your mother advises. "Your court is waiting."

Begrudgingly, you accept she's right. It's with some **** you pull your slick cock out of Marissa's flooded twat.

The two of you dress, and in your mother's case, transform.

Sticking your head conspiratorially out of the now unlocked door, you ensure the hall outside your chamber is empty, then hold it open for your mother.

She kisses you as she moves past you. Not on the cheek as was the custom, but the lips.

"As I said Edward, rule like you fuck and you'll have no problems." Marissa tells you. "And come find me after court, I'll suck my stink off your cock."

And like that she's gone, swaying seductively down the hall. That's your mother, you thought as you headed to court. Two fucks and she's still left you to go through a day of court with your cock hard.