Speaking with your aunts.

"Impressive." A watcher's voice from behind makes you turn. The clipped, formal voice belongs to Arvha.

“You could've done more than watch, mother.” Corinne laughs, the satisfaction she was receiving from your touch evident in her accented voice. “Much more.”

“Enough, child.” Arvha says, reprimanding the Morlandian. “I want you to go back to the ambush site, clear away all traces of those demon-hunters. I'll not have their leaders notified of our presence here.”

“...Now?” the brunette asks, her voice practically a whimper. She thrusts back against you once again.

“Now.” the stern demoness tells her. “Have no fear, little Spider, your aunt and I shall keep young Edward... entertained.”

Corinne seems unwilling, but you sense her fear of her mother overrides her misgivings. Gathering up her robes, armour and blade, the baroness trudges off. You turn you head as she goes, savouring one last look at her toned arse, and the tail extruding from it.

You had to admit, you shared Corinne's wariness of your aunt. Her demeanour, so reserved and constrained for one of your kind, as well as the ease with which she wiped out the White Torch womens' minds, put you on edge.

“'Zori and I would like to speak with you.” Arvha says, offering her arm to you. Ultimately, it would seem your trepidation did not amount to much, at least when compared to the chance to... speak with your two “new” aunts. You take her arm, and she helps you back towards the Throne, past the great wooden table and into the modest camp her thralls had erected.

Rutting openly in the middle of the encampment, Roland and your mother are making quite the commotion. Both Akkhadia and the mercenary have shed their robes and masks. Your mother's bent over a table, Roland thrusting into her from behind, his heavily developed, smooth grey musculature rippling with every powerful thrust.

“Fuuck,” the demoness all but howls as Roland takes her. “A beast by name, and a beast by nature!”

“And half a demon, never forget that.” The Shark reminds her, his pace unabating.

“That's my boy!” Bezoriana calls out, seated nearby. The plump succubus is slouched back, a goblet of wine in one hand, the other twisting into Oraela's ginger hair, directing the now-pliable healer to emotionlessly worship her demonic cunt.

“I don't recall saying you could play with my thralls.” Arvha remarks, raising an eyebrow to her sibling's sheer brazenness.

“Big sister, this is a celebration!” Bezoriana calls out, spilling some of her wine as she gestures around. “A rare opportunity to devote ourselves entirely to lust and domination. I'd say that's kind of a free use situation all round, aye?”

“Fine.” the eldest of the three sisters relents. “How is she?”

“She's good.” Bezoriana smiles. “Not a chance this is her first time with her lips to someone's petals.” she snickers.

“That, and my boy softened her up for me.”

“Always happy to, ma!” Roland calls back, gripping both of your mother's arms and using them to **** himself into her wet, demonic pussy all the faster.

“Set her aside for now.” Arvha tells her younger sister. “We have something to discuss with Edward here.”

“Of course.” Bezoriana remarks, recognition flaring in her red eyes. “This... should be fun.”

Standing, the two demonesses lead you off to a more secluded area. As you pass Roland and Akkhadia, Bezoriana reaches out to her son. Unable to reach his face, the shorter demoness simply plants a kiss on his flank.

Your mother waves to you as you pass. The look of sheer depravity on her face is quite enticing. Were it any other situation, you'd drop what you were doing and refuse to move until you'd given her throat a thorough fucking. Instead, the two naked succubi on either side of you demanded your attention.

“So, what is this about?” you stammer, your eyes passing from one of your aunts to the other as they bring you to a stop, just out of earshot of everyone.