Drag The Spider aside and fuck her.

Pushing yourself roughly up to your feet, you seize Corinne by the arm, bringing her up with you.

“What?” the wild-eyed Morlandian says, her lips still red with blood.

“I need you. Now.” you say, surprising even yourself with the forcefulness of your words.

“Then take me!” Corinne offers herself up. Despite The Spider's heritage, and her sheer deadliness, she's as malleable as clay in your hands.

“Have... fun.” Arinum says, a slight smile on his ancient face, as you depart, your cousin in tow. Roland heads off in the other direction to find a woman, be they a thrall or a demon, to take his cock.

You and Corinne move a fair distance off into the woods, before you press your cousin up against a tree and kiss her hungrily.

“Fuck, I've wanted this since I saw you.” Corinne admits. “There's something about you, Edward. The power and strength you project. You put your namesake to shame...”

You imagined your rule would be easier if a few of your more powerful vassals felt the same as this crazed and lusty hybrid, but you ignored the thought. You weren't about to pass up a chance to fuck a woman as alluring as Corinne was, whether or not you shared a few ancestors.

“I bet you have, you dirty bitch.” You whisper in the Morlandian's ear, your breathing ragged. “I'm easily aroused enough myself, can't imagine how bad it is for you.”

“It's a living hell!” Corinne whimpers. She deftly unfastens her sword-belt, letting the blade hit the grass beside you.

“I can help, cousin.” You say. You'd be lying if you said using that word didn't fill you with a certain sick delight, just as “mother” did.

And help you do, first assisting Corinne out of her cult robe, then fighting to remove her leather armour.

“I'm not like most women.” Corinne warns you, as with your help, she gets down to her undershirt and trousers.

“I-I kind of guessed that.” you smirk, as she kicks off her boots, then hefts her thin white shirt over her shoulders, revealing a toned expanse of pale skin, and perfectly proportioned tits.

“Physically, I mean.” Corinne tells you, as she unfastens her trousers. “I'm more demon than human, and it would seem that brings with it certain... changes.”

As The Spider divests herself of her last item of clothing, you don't quite notice it at first, coiled neatly around her hips.

But then she turns her back to you, letting her tail extend, hang down normally before you. It's different in appearance from Marissa's or any you've seen in the illustrations from the bestiaries you would frantically smuggle into your bedchamber when you were younger.

No, Corinne's tail is of the same alabaster skin tone as the arse it extends from. Fleshier, hairless like that of a rat, with no barb at the end. It does seem every pit as prehensile as a pure-blooded demoness' appendage, though.

“By the gods!” you gasp, unable to avert your eyes. “How have you managed to hide that all your life?”

“A handsomely paid off nursemaid, a girlhood “phobia” of swimming, or anything else that would require me to remove my dress and a life of strict chastity. When I'm being Corinne, of course. The Spider can do as she pleases.” Corinne says matter of factly.

“It's beautiful.” you slur, closing the gap between your bodies. “I've always told my mother, her tail is really her most attractive feature. Seems it runs in the family, dear cousin.”

Corinne shudders with delight as you reach down, close your fingers around her tail and stroke it softly.

“This,” you whisper. “only makes me want to fuck you all the more.”

“I'm ready!” Corinne gasps. “I need you right now, cousin! Inside me.”

Freeing your cock, you move to give the Morlandian what she so desperately wants.

Using Corinne's tail as a handle of sorts, you guide yourself into her pussy. She moans in utter satisfaction as you do, putting her hands on the trunk of the tree to steady herself.

You bottom out in your cousin's twat, marvelling at her tightness.

“Harder.” the Morlandian urges, her voice soft and hungry. “Harder!”

You oblige her, building up a steady rhythm inside Corinne. The assassin thrusts back at you more intensely in response to it.

You place your legs apart, gripping tighter on Corinne's tail for support and continue railing her, marvelling at her body as you do. She's both soft, her body unblemished, either by the harsh rays of the sun, the stresses of manual labour or battle scars, and toned, no doubt a testament to her martial prowess, as well as the abilities your bloodline afforded her.

You savour the moans you elicit from her, which mix nicely with the sounds of the rest of your family's debauchery from across the wood.

After a few minutes, you feel Corinne's movements become more erratic, increasing in intensity as she climaxes.

Releasing your cousin's tail, you grip her hip as tightly as you are able and continue fucking her, building in speed and brutality as you draw closer yourself. Freed from your grasp, Corinne's tail lashes against your side, curling around you, as if to pull your body all the closer to hers.

“Do it.” Corinne groans, half a plea, half an order as she feels your cock pulse within her.

You cum in Corinne's cunt with a certain dark satisfaction.