Play with your mother.

"All this trouble, just finding a woman!" You sigh, admiring the curve of your mother's arse, the rich purple hue of her true skintone, as she moves to the decanter on your desk, pouring herself a hearty cup of wine.

Frustrated and in need of succour, you'd called on Marissa, asked her for some time in bed with her, her usual disguise forgone. Despite the risk to you both, she had obliged.

"My advice? Pick one you can actually stand to fuck." the demoness smirks, climbing back into bed with you. "You'll be at it a lot."

Taking a hearty swig of her brew, Marissa swallows half, leans over to you, and kisses the rest into your mouth. Delivered in such an erotically charged way, the wine tasted all the sweeter.

"Gods, if that were the only thing I needed to take into account." You chuckle, one hand roaming down your mother's glorious succubus body, your fingers brushing down her back, to her arse, roaming over her tail as you pass it. As ever, the urge to yank on it is strong.

"It could be, if you were more willing to devote yourself to depravity. Marry the little whore I bought for you, for all I care, at least we know she can please you!" Marissa titters.

"I actually know a woman who'd be mostly perfect." You say flatly. "Beautiful, intelligent, has prior experience ruling a land."

"And?" the demoness smirks.

"There are a few issues. She's quite a bit older than me. She's a little... different. She murdered the last man to wear the crown." You chuckle.

"Imagine that!" Marissa impishly considers. "What would all those repressed nobles and snivelling god-worshippers say?"

"Fuck them." You murmur, pulling your mother closer. "I am their king."

"Mmm, Edward, you are really growing into your power." the demoness notes approvingly. "**** that Spirit, dominating the Morlandian ambassador. I'm so proud of you, my little ruler!"

Marissa kisses you, a twisted display of familial love, but you'd never known any other.

"Why don't you show me just how... forceful you can be with your kingly authority?" Marissa asks, a perverted glint in her red, demonic eye.

"Are you saying you want me to-" you begin, before your mother gives you the nod.

"If you can bring yourself to do such... terrible things to the woman who raised you." Marissa continues, her inhuman voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Mother, there's very little I couldn't bring myself to do to you." You admit frankly.

"And I did raise you well." Marissa laughs, her eyes glinting darkly. "Come!"

The demoness springs out of bed, waiting for you to find your feet in front of her. She really is a sight to behold, as tall and elegant as she is evil and unholy. Stood face to face with you, your mother's true form is actually several inches taller than you, moreso if horns are taken into account.

"Now, Edward, I want you to show me exactly how you'd take me." Marissa asks. "And have no fear, I'll only fight back as much as you make me."

It does relieve you a little to hear your mother establish the ground rules. Much as you'd lain with women like Kara and Solla recently, the sort of women who could handily overpower you, none of them had anything on Marissa. She could kill you in seconds with her demonic wiles, should she wish. You had seen her in action, and borne the scratches and cuts when she had occasionally lost her restraint in the bedroom.

You advance on Marissa, pulling her close with an arm around her hip.

"You're mine, mother." you utter in your best approximation of a growl.

The demoness smiles, her tail sweeping at the bed behind the pair of you.

You flip her where she stands, send her careening onto the mattress on her stomach. You follow up on this by nudging her legs apart, allowing you access to her cunt.

Marissa thrashes playfully as you bring your weight down on her, but you do your best to project your power onto her.

The demoness' tail swats at your naked side as you enter her.

"Stop! No, don't!" she cries. It would be a convincing enough scream of protest, if not for the wetness you feel as your cock goes deeper and deeper inside her. There's also the fact that, as a succubus, Marissa is scarcely able of not being wet and willing to fuck you.

You start frantically pumping your hips into Marissa, taking her every bit as roughly as she'd requested, working out some of your own frustrations in the process.

Even as the limits of your body prevent you from giving your mother the truly vicious reaming you'd both prefer, the sight of her succulent purple flesh arrayed on the bed beneath you, streaming red hair, her horns, make you feel powerful. Many a man had met his end, ensorcelled or murdered at the hands of a fuckable fiend. Yet here you were, one of them bent over, practically moaning your name. Such an idea spurs you, enabling you to last longer inside Marissa than you usually do.

"That's it, Edward!" Marissa says, the beginnings of a husky rasp creeping into her seductive voice. "Just a little... fucking more!"

Marissa climaxes, bucking underneath you like the inhuman beast she is. You ride her as long as is possible, but eventually you are likewise undone, releasing stream after stream of potent royal cum, straight into the very womb that birthed you.

"Mmm, that was fearsome indeed, Edward." your mother notes, pulling away from your cock, only to pull you down onto the bed, entwining you with her demonic form in a close, sweaty embrace.

"What can I say, I learned from the best."