More on Ingrid and her voluptuous sister's training

THE LIBRARIAN'S INITIATION – A FAMILY AFFAIR

The next afternoon, the museum’s grand halls hummed with the usual murmur of tourists, their footsteps echoing against marble floors as they drifted between exhibits. Stefano stood near the entrance of the Amun-Ra gallery, his golden eyes tracking the flow of visitors with predatory patience. Then—he saw her.

Ingrid.

The Nordic blonde from yesterday walked in, her steps slightly hesitant, her blue eyes scanning the room until they locked onto him. A flush crept up her neck, her lips parting as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t remember why. Beside her stood another woman—taller, curvier, her presence commanding even as she tried to hide beneath a loose cream-colored sweater and a flowing maxi dress.

Her older sister.

Stefano’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile.

"Ingrid," he greeted, stepping forward, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "You came back."

She blinked, her fingers twitching at her sides. "I… I wanted to see more of the exhibit."

"And who’s this?" His gaze slid to the taller woman, his hypnotic rings catching the light just so.

"Helena," Ingrid murmured, glancing at her sister. "She’s a librarian. I told her about the museum and she wanted to come."

Helena offered a polite smile, but Stefano didn’t miss the way her pulse jumped at her throat when his eyes lingered on the young woman's curves.

"A librarian," he mused, stepping closer, his presence expanding, dominating the space between them. "You must love stories."

Helena’s breath hitched. "I do."

"Then let me tell you one."

His fingers brushed her wrist—just a featherlight touch, but the hypnotic spiral on his ring pulsed, and Helena’s pupils swallowed her irises in an instant.

THE REVEAL – A GODDESS UNBOUND

Stefano led them deeper into the museum, past the public exhibits, through a restricted door marked STAFF ONLY. The air grew heavier here, the scent of myrrh stronger, the lighting dimmer.

"Where are we going?" Helena asked, her voice already slurring slightly.

Stefano didn’t answer. Instead, he turned to face her in the center of a private restoration room, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the low light.

"Take off your sweater."

Helena hesitated—for less than a second. Then her hands rose, gripping the hem of her loose sweater and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.

"W-why am I doing this? It feels s-so good to just... Y-Yeah, it's just some clothes, right? N-Nothing wrong with being naked with my sister here..." A mental echo, dripping with the Swedish beauty's lustful arousal.

Stefano’s breath caught.

Holy fuck.

Beneath the shapeless fabric, Helena’s body was a masterpiece of Nordic fertility—wide, lush hips flaring from a cinched waist, a stomach soft and inviting, and above it all, a pair of heavy, pendulous breasts that strained against her bra, their sheer size barely contained by the lace. The cups were overflowing, the young woman's deep cleavage glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.

Stefano’s cock throbbed in his slacks.

"The dress too," he commanded, his voice rougher now.

Helena obeyed, the fabric pooling at her feet to reveal thick, creamy thighs, the kind meant to be gripped and spread. Her panties were already damp, the lace clinging to her plump lower lips.

"O-ohmygod, she is so beautiful... No wonder dad always wanted Helena to 'scrub' his back." Another soul fragment, this time from Ingrid. Damn, what a perverted old man, though Stefano didn't really have a moral high ground.

Ingrid watched, her own breath quickening, her fingers twitching at her sides as if she wanted to touch but didn’t dare.

Stefano circled Helena like a merchant watching his latest purchase, his fingers trailing up the young woman's sides, those soft sinful curves, skimming the underside of her massive breasts.

"You hide this?" he murmured, his voice thick with disbelief. "This body should be worshipped."

Helena whimpered as his thumbs brushed her nipples through the lace, the peaks hardening instantly.

"S-Sir—"

"Kneel."

Both sisters dropped at once, their knees hitting the plush restoration room carpet, their blue eyes locked onto him with unquestioning devotion.

THE FEAST – A FAMILY BREEDING

Stefano didn’t bother undressing fully. The incubus simply unbuckled his belt, freed his already leaking cock, and stepped forward until the swollen head brushed Helena’s parted luscious lips.

"Open."

She did, her mouth stretching wide around his girth, the young Nordic beauty's tongue flattening to accommodate him just as her sister had learned to do yesterday.

But Stefano wasn’t satisfied.

"Ingrid," he growled. "Help her."

The younger sister didn’t hesitate. She leaned in, her lithe hands cupping Helena’s overflowing tits, kneading them as her sister sucked.

"O-Ohgod, sis... She is so rough! *Ah!* F-fuck!!" Another soul fragment, Helena's mind had grown hazy, the blonde voluptuous beauty lost in her own cockdrunk lust.

"Hmmmph!!"

The moment Ingrid’s thumbs pinched Helena’s nipples, the librarian moaned around Stefano’s cock, the vibrations making his balls tighten.

"Good girls," he praised, his fingers tangling in their hair, guiding their movements.

Helena took him deeper than Ingrid had managed, her snug throat relaxing with unnatural ease, the young Nordic beauty's nose pressing against the incubus' pelvis as she swallowed him whole. Saliva dripped from her stretched lips, her mascara smudging as tears of effort welled in the elder sister's blue eyes.

Stefano pulled back just to thrust forward again, fucking the Nordic beauty's pretty face in slow, deep strokes, his cockhead nudging her esophagus with every push.

"Look at you," he murmured, watching her G-cup tits sway with every movement. "Born to suck cock."

Helena’s muffled moan was all the agreement he needed.

Then—he pulled out entirely, leaving both sisters panting, their lips glistening, their eyes glazed.

"C-cock... So f-fucking thick, i-is he gonna fuck her first? I-I need this so bad..." Multiple mental echoes flared in the incubus senses, both Ingrid and Helena only had one thing on their mind. Stefano's fat throbbing prick deep in the sexy sisters' tight pink pussies

Dayum...

He would have so much fun training them...