Genevieve thinks things over.

Sitting and playing with her demonic daughter's asshole, the Witch Genevieve contemplates the strange fate that befell her and her daughter.

The first thing was the Voice. The Voice that she had used a moment ago to command her daughter. Genevieve didn't fully understand what had happened with her or with Lily, but she knew it was...something. She was hearing whispers in the back of her mind...no, she was hearing it speaking up from her womb, where a new, proper corpus was just planted for it.

Calling up the Voice the way she had when she was getting tired of Lily's voice probably did something, too. Normally, this would be a Faustian demonic master and minion relationship, but bossing around Lily, binding her, Changed Lily's relationship to being Genevieve's familiar.

The thought made Genevieve shiver in anticipation. The idea of having total control over her demonic daughter excited her in ways that were all too familiar, and in ways she didn't quite understand, and every way was inappropriate for a motherly relationship, which made it all the more delicious. However, not giving Lily's term of service a sunset clause made it a permanent affair, but, details. How did she know all that?

The Voice of course. It was telling her things, like a whisper only half-heard, more as background noise than the incessant nagging Lily probably heard. Probably because the Voice hadn't taken residence in Genevieve's head, and it couldn't control her in the way it had tried to control Lily to do naughty things the silly girl had resisted for far too long.

All she knew for certain that some thing was part of her now. Not quite the same way it had been part of Lily, but it had infested Genevieve's essence, entwining with her being in a way it couldn't with Lily. Maybe by virtue of where or how it was transferred to her body; maybe because it incubated in Lily, aging like wine until Lily's body and innocence had been so thoroughly despoiled that it had to transplant itself into more fertile soil. Genevieve rubbed her belly. Fertile soil indeed.

Of course the source presented an opportunity and a problem. Whatever powers had turned her and her daughter could be used again. By Genevieve herself, or, possibly, against her. And there was opportunity in exploring those powers further, with whatever delectable other powers beside.

Genevieve switched to resting one knee on the other to better reach, and pulled her fingers out of Lily's ass to reach further down and stroke the fat, gnarled organ between her legs. The sudden shift in attention made Lily let out a small squeal and squirm under the attention.

"Stay steady, girl," Genevieve snapped at the demon.

Lily answered in a quavering voice, "Mmm, yes, ah!, Genevieve!"

Genevieve grunted at her familiar in acknowledgement before continuing. "When and where did you get this cock, Lily?"