Of course.

With a sigh, you rise from your bed, preparing to do as she asked. As Marissa bends over, dropping her knickers round her ankles, a flicker of smug satisfaction plays across her face. You still can't say no to your dear old mother, and she knows it.

"Mmh, fuck I've missed you." Marissa moans as you enter her. You're the only other person in this court who has even an inkling of what true depravity is, Edward."

Gripping her left hip, hilting yourself in your mother's cunny, you have to admit she has you there. Even as your confidence grows, you still feel a special thrill every time you take Marissa from behind. There's something primal and powerful, a feeling of bending her to your will, though deep down you're aware any dominance you display over your mother is what she affords to you.

She's remained in her human guise, much to your disappointment. While "Marissa" was fair enough, a beauty indeed, to you nothing could compare to your mother's natural beauty. The batwings, the horns, the tail. The last of the three features being your favourite. There was nothing like anal with her tail corded around your hand...

"You could be so much worse, though." Marissa teases. "Have so much more fun."

An appealing thought, you muse, though you must always be vigilant to avoid discovery. Your relationship with your mother becoming known would most likely spell the end of your reign. Gods, even the wrong person listening on the other side of the door now, and you would pay.

Still, you were unable to resist. Few women you knew offered the carnal delights and salaciousness your mother did. None had her terrible demonic beauty.

"Hmm, I know you haven't gone without on your trip, so you must have missed me dearly yourself." Marissa giggles, noting your increasing, almost **** thrusts into her. "Why, you're liable to breed me, you keep fucking me as you are."

The thought of that, an act even more depraved than your usual sins, only spurred you on. You piston into your mother again and again, until you find yourself unable to hold off, and unable to pull out.

Marissa practically purrs in delight as you paint her insides.

“Excellently done, Edward.” Marissa simpers, after you let yourself slide out of her, your seed and her juices spattering the bedsheets beneath you. “You really are something special. Few men would have the stomach to know my true nature and embrace me so whole-heartedly.”

“Most men are fools, mother.” you remind her.

“They are at that.” Marissa nods, pulling you close for a passionate kiss. “I'll leave you to your bed. I'd happily fuck you until the sun arose, but I am aware of your other duties. Besides, I only want you in tiptop condition.”

Marissa's tone actually sounds somewhat maternal. Of course, the effect is ruin by the fact she's nothing her concerns while bending over, her pert, fuckable arse in your face as she stoops to recover her dress, her shaven cunt creampied.

“I-I remember what you told me, before I went away.” You remind Marissa, as she makes for the door. “About meeting your father?”

The demoness smiles sweetly.

“Rest, my love. That will come in time.” She insists. Kissing you, Marissa makes to leave.