Negotiations with a protective sister

The soft form of Mariel's body rests against you and she gives a pout as you start moving underneath her. After bringing her to a final orgasm you ordered your minions to add two more bedrooms to your living area and make Mariel and Seramiel each a new tunic; since then the two of you have been cuddling while waiting for them to be finished. Now that everything is done, you hook an arm under her neck and another under her knees and lift her up, feeling her snuggle against you as you lift her and carry her to her new room. You give her a basic rundown of the layout of the dungeon thus far, and after her new, plain white tunic is delivered and she's sufficiently awake she hops out of bed and heads off to check out the library. For your part, you wince as you anticipate the conversation you're about to have with her highly overprotective sister.

The hallway is filled with quiet sobs as you approach Seramiel's cell, and you see her balled up in a corner wrapping herself in both her arms and wings. The moment she notices you she rushes to grab the bars so fast they shake under the impact, screaming "what did they do to my baby sister? What did you do to her?" She shakes the bars, vibrating the metal slightly with her superhuman strength, and sinks to her knees. Risking the angel's wrath, you reach your hand in and nuzzle her head, causing her shaking to calm slightly at your touch. "Shh, she's okay, she's fine."

You look her over: her face, wings, and the top of her tunic are a mess of snot and tears. "Now, if I take you out and get you cleaned up, do you promise to be a good girl and not attack me or try to run away?"

She glares at you for a moment before nodding and a quiet, almost inaudible "okay." Knowing somehow—maybe daemons are just born with the information?—that angels are unable to lie, you unlock the door, reach your hands under her butt, and lift her to your chest. You feel her snuggle against you and feel your chest wet with the tears still running down her cheeks. With that, you carry her to the same bath that you stayed in with her sister for the last few hours. She blushes but doesn't resist as you slowly unwrap the shawl of fabric draped over her shoulders, then set her down gently on her feet. You move her arms to point upwards and pull her tunic over her head, tossing the fabric into a ball in the side and turning back to admire her naked form.

The woman standing in front of you is gorgeous and the spitting image of her sister. Her straight black hair cascades down her back, bangs concealing her forehead and a few strands falling over her shoulders to the front, perfectly framing her perky, D-cup breasts. Her smooth brown skin around her cleavage glistens with the wetness running down from her face, and you see a slight dampness between her legs for an entirely unrelated reason as she sneaks glances as your stiff, exposed cock. She stands rooted in a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation as you walk over and pick her up, squeezing your hard length against her stomach as you carry her into the pool.

You start gently washing the grime away from her skin, hair and feathers as you talk about the day's events. You leave out the raunchiest details of what happened in the bath, but tell her about healing her sister and then about her agreeing to become your underling. The news elicits a few more sobs about how she failed her sister and couldn't protect her.

"Shh, no, she's fine, she's still the sister you know and love." You caress her and reassure her. "Would you like to join me as well? You can have your own comfy room, you can see your sister whenever you want, you can even have your weapon back and help protect Mariel. You just need to agree not to attack any of my minions, and you won't be able to leave the compound." She shudders a bit as you massage her wings while you speak.

Seramiel looks up at you with a mixture of hopelessness and lust in her eyes. She turns to face you and loops her hands around the back of your neck, then pulls herself up so that your cock is pressing between her wet lower lips. You see more tears run down her cheeks and feel a blissful warmth as she sinks until your tip is almost completely within her folds. You reach up your arms to hold her there just as you feel yourself pressing against a barrier inside her, and she looks at you with questioning eyes.

"Do you want this?" She stares back at you with no change in her emotions and tries to **** her hips down, but you hold her in place. "I want you to prove to me that you want this. I want you to beg for me to fuck you; to make you mine." She looks back at you with a mess of emotions in her eyes before lifting herself off your cock and then collapsing back into your lap, your warm meat pressing against her stomach as she hugs you tightly and sobs into your chest. "Sorry, sister, I... I can't."

"You don't have to do anything like that, my sweet angel, not unless you want to. You don't need to do anything at all." She looks up at you in confusion, dampness still glistening on her cheeks. You mentally send the offer and she yelps a bit as she sees a popup appear in front of her eyes. She clicks something and you get a notification.

Seramiel has joined you as an underling!

"That's... it? That's all I have to do? You didn't... take... Mary?" She looks up at you with glistening eyes, and you shake your head in response. She lies back into your chest and sobs a bit more as you hold her, trying to comfort her as best you can, while stroking her hair and wings.

A few minutes later Seramiel stops crying, and the two of you sit in silence as you continue to gently comfort her for the next hour. You suddenly feel a wet sensation on your lips and open your eyes to see Seramiel's face moving away from you, her lips bearing a playful grin. "You're a strange daemon, you know that?"

"Your sister told me the same thing." You chuckle. Seeing that she's cheered up, you reach your hands down and grope her butt, earning a cute yelp for your efforts. Suddenly, you feel yourself thrown out of the pool as she lifts you up and places you on the the edge of the bath; you wonder if you'll ever get used to the superhuman strength the sisters have despite their toned but slender forms. She pulls herself out of the water to sit in your lap and pecks you on the lips again.

"You know, I don't believe I thanked you for saving Mary earlier." She slowly runs a nail down your chest and licks her lips. You raise an eyebrow.

"Oh, and how would a fair maiden like you properly thank a big bad monster like me?" You lightly squeeze her breast and her playful giggle turns into a moan.

"I can think of a few ideas." Your cock twitches at the friction as she slowly drags her body down yours, pressing her large breasts against your chest. You throw your head back with a groan as you feel your shaft suddenly sink between her lips and shoot to the back of her mouth, her throat starting to spasm as her gag reflex kicks in.

"Oops," she giggles between coughs, "I got a bit"—cough—"overenthusiastic there." She starts to stand up somewhat, but before you can complain her soft breasts wrap around your cock and she squeezes them together, beginning to stroke up and down. "I saw you admiring my... chest," she blushes, still not quite used to this sort of situation. "I always hated these—they just seemed to get in the way—but I think I might be starting to see the appeal." You can't do anything but moan in response as your cock is overloaded with sensations as the soft titflesh continues to work your shaft. She pumps you up and down for some time and you close your eyes, enjoying the rhythm and feeling pressure slowly build inside you. Suddenly, you feel her tongue lick your tip and your hips buck, spraying line after line of cum over her face. She yelps and pulls back in surprise, then you suddenly feel your cock engulfed as she wraps her lips around you, taking the last few spurts in her mouth.

You look down at your work. The angel's face and hair is full of strands of spunk, a few lines slowly sliding down her chin and into the valley of her breasts. You wipe a glob up with your finger and then hold it in front of her mouth: she pauses for a moment and then takes your finger into her, bobbing sensually up and down as she cleans off your seed with her lips, You repeat this, feeding her piece after piece of your cum until she's mostly clean, then slide back into the pool to wipe off the remainder.

"Mmm, I think I'm starting to change my mind about that... maybe it's an acquired taste?"

You squeeze her breasts as you hold her from behind. "Well, whenever you want to work on acquiring it, I'll happily sacrifice myself on your behalf." She giggles and gives you a playful swat in response.

"Now, let's get you some new clothes and show you to your room. Then I'm sure your sister would love to see you: last I saw her, she was headed to the library." You carry her to her room, bring her a clean tunic, and then explain the basic layout of your lair as she gets dressed. She skips your way and gives you another quick peck on the lips before running out of her room and up the stairs to the tower. "Mary~"

Exhausted from the day's events, you walk into your room to find Arialle already dozing on the bed. You growl and pick her up, spreading her legs and pulling her down on your rock-hard dick, not even bothering to take off her loose dress. "Ooh, someone's a bit needy right now~" she giggles and puts her hands on your shoulders, moving her hips up and down as you pound your length inside her. Although you appreciate your first lover's perfect body, you can't help but close your eyes and imagine one of the twins bouncing up and down on top of you. You grunt and pour your seed inside her, then immediately start moving again.

"Mmm, what's gotten into you?" Ari moans as she keeps riding you. You manage to grunt out "sisters" before a particularly vivid image of one of them riding your face while the other rides your cock, making out to form a triangle of lusty flesh, causes you to buck your hips and paint the warlock's insides with another load. You see a slight frown on her lips but shrug as you roll over on top of her and start hammering into her again, and quickly she becomes a moaning mess as she shudders and clamps down around your stiff length. You hope to coax at least a few more of those out of her; tomorrow you'll need to start planning your next moves, but tonight you've earned some more "rest."