Too Late

"Is that all? A stupid picture?" Having her there in your embrace, weak and ****, was almost too much. She was your child, your sweet little Renna, and you'd always care for her, but did she think that an emotional plea would get you to abandon the future? "Instead of getting you that cake for breakfast, I should've woken you up with my pussy straddled over your face. A slut like you would've preferred that. Too bad we were both too boring to admit it to ourselves, but that was back then."

One of your hands teased its way up her hips. Knowing what you were doing to her didn't stop her breath from hitching. "Mom, you don't need to do this. Just wash the makeup off and- ah!" She tried to resist, pushing against your chest in an attempt to get away. "forget about all of this." Landing with a thump on the floor, Renna tried to crawl away. Giving you a perfect view of her tight ass.

"Didn't you listen bitch? I'm the future head of EvilGlam R&D. Don't you think I know what it's doing to me. Now stop acting like a petulant child!" Another glyph flared to life, glowing a sickly purple as its magic activated. Renna stopped in her tracks. Her eyes showed fear, but her body obediently returned to your side. You wanted her mind intact to show her the futility of resisting. "And until you learn to show proper respect, you will call me 'Mistress'. No 'Wendy'. No 'Mom'. Or anything sappy like that. Understood."

"Y-yes, mo-mistress." Nodding as the mental leash you held over her released.

Leaning in, you kissed her lips. The subtle and sweet taste of Succubi juices mingling almost fully disguised by the artificial flavoring of her lipstick. Strawberries. Your tongue went inside her mouth as you gently caressed her cheek. Knowing better than resist, she accepted the probing member. Incestuous thoughts dominated your mind - really needed to make up for lost time. "See how much better it is when you're a good girl who listens to her mother? Now, are you a good girl, Renna?" You asked, ending the long kiss.

"I am a good girl, mistress." At odds with her words, the dying embers of her will still burned and made apparent by the disgusted expression she wore. For now, just the words were enough. Using the tattoo magic and Christa's pheromones breaking her wouldn't be difficult, but why do that when you could take your time to savor it? She was your precious daughter and deserved the best. A twisted smile spread across your lips.

"All I ask." Perfect obedience. "It was a nice chat we had. Go to bed, it'll be a long day tomorrow. Unless you'd rather check-in with Liza with me. Hmm, want to see what that rug-muncher has managed teach Sabine. Don't worry we'll use your bed." Maybe you'd get her to call her boyfriend and have her declare undying loyalty to her mistress' pussy. Sounded like fun.

At that thought, you left to join the orgy.