How I Bred Your Mothers.

"What do you intend for these... hypothetical children?" you can't help but ask.

“Half-breed children, they're just so tasty wi' butter, y'know?.” Bezoriana says, her face inscrutable.

You're seventy-five percent sure she's joking, but hearing it from a demoness' lips still gives you pause despite... everything.

“Have no fear, nephew, we'd never turn against family. Father instilled that in us long ago.” Bezoriana admits. “When the time comes, we'll take them to Corinne's barony in Morland, where they'll be raised as wards of the de Glaces.”

“Father is prepared for the long game, if need be. He's decided our children could be important pieces on the board in our plan to take this world.” Arvha continues.

“W-Wonder who he got that idea from.” you remark, eliciting a mirthful smile from the slender succubus.

“Quite so.” Arvha nods.

“And they won't be used against me?” you ask, exercising the last of your caution.

“You heard the Allsire, Edward.” Bezoriana interjects. “His blood connects us, and means more than any paltry human title or throne. Besides, as far as anyone on this continent knows, I'm a Beathan wise woman, and Arvha? Doesnae even have a human identity. Hardly the most enforceable of claims, no?”

You had to admit, she had a point there.

“Now, are you going to do the duty your grandfather demands of you?” Arvha asks, drawing closer to you, bringing her lithe nakedness within arm's reach.

Even with your aunts' attempts to assuage your misgivings, something about it still didn't feel entirely right to you. Still, you were hard for them, and they advanced on you like lusty she-wolves.

“I will! Spirits help me, I will.” you smirk, reaching out for them.

“Me first, Edward.” Bezoriana whimpers, half a plea, half a demand. She runs her hands down her bodacious purple torso, enticing you further. “As you can see, I'm by far the most fertile of us all...”

“Can't argue with your tally.” you quip, reaching out to stroke your aunt's flesh.

“She's misleading you, Edward.” Arvha remarks, “We're not like your human women, we could take your seed a thousand times and never bear a child, should we will it.”

“Oh?” you remark.

“And of course the reverse is true. Only one dalliance can produce a child, should we desire.” The Owl continues.

“Something you owe your very existence to, of course.” Bezoriana chimes in. “Or did you think your mother just got lucky when she ended that foolish lad in Luxem?”

You may have never broached that particular subject with your mother, but looking back now, it did make a certain amount of sense.

“Enough talk!” Arvha urges, a little excitement creeping into her normally measured tone. “We've work to do.”

“Oh, sister.” Bezoriana laughs, as she reaches into your robes, fishing out your rapidly-hardening cock. “Something this enjoyable should never be considered work.”

The two demonesses set upon you in unison. Arvha finds her knees, lapping at your exposed member with her serpentine tongue, while Bezoriana pushes you back, letting you rest against a nearby rock.

“Look at this cock!” Bezoriana smiles reaching down and playfully stroking it, as her sister twirls her tongue around your tip.. “Wi' this, I'm sure you could get the job done first time even if we were human lassies!”

If what your aunts were doing to hadn't gotten you up to your full hardness already, hearing your manhood praised in such a way by the busty hellion would undoubtedly have completed the job.

“We can tell how much you want this, Edward.” Bezoriana says in a sultry tone. “How much you want to leave our slits leaking with your cum, our bellies swollen.”

“Gods, I do.” you whine, your prick calling out for more than fingers and tongues. Smirking, the younger demoness waggles a finger at you.

“Ah ah! No more invoking your worthless little pantheon.” Bezoriana teases. “Swear by the Allsire now, let him know how much you want tae fill my cunt.”

“By the Allsire.” you swear, biting your lip. “Get on my fucking cock!”

Bezoriana, for her part, knows when to tease, and when to deliver. Shoving Arvha aside, your curvaceous aunt straddles you, bringing her demonic sex down upon your eager cock.

She feels incredible. Out of all the women you've had in your time, only your mother could possibly compare. No surprise, of course, given what they were.

“Give me your cum, Edward.” Bezoriana urges you, quickly building up to a frantic pace, her fat arse jiggling as she rides you. “Yours will be the finest bastard this glorious body ever produces, and Allsire knows, there's been a load'a them!”

Arvha's risen to her feet now. Circling you, she stands at your side, taking in Bezoriana thrashing atop your prick.

“I've always loved to watch you in the act, dear sister.” Arvha admits. “You're quite simply a prodigy when it comes to whoredom.”

“That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Arvha.” The Bee smiles, before pulling her sister in for a long and passionate kiss.

Sensing you feel left out, your aunts bring the kiss towards you, the three of your mouths coming together, hungrily tasting and exploring each other. As you kiss with the demonesses, you remark that this certainly makes up for all those celebrations and festivals spent without your family during your adolescence.

Arvha is the first to break the three-way liplock, positioning herself behind Bezoriana and cupping her sister's hefty breasts with her taloned fingers. You watch Arvha squeeze, tease and otherwise manipulate 'Zori's tits, everything she did to her sister eliciting a moan or gasp of delight.

You stare down at the purple-hued chest stuck right in your face. Over the decades, centuries, how many bastards had sucked on those, before being dumped in various hideaways or orphanages across the continent? And it seemed that your offspring would be next to suckle at them.

Unable to resist, you bring your head forward, taking one nipple between your lips.

“Ach! That's it, Edward!” Bezoriana gasps, intensifying the pace at which she rides your cock. You continue teasing, licking and otherwise tongue-worshipping your aunt's tits all the while.

You feel yourself drawing closer. Bezoriana is as gifted as Arvha claimed, knowing how to please you quicker and more exactly than nearly any woman you've lain with before. It would be so easy to give in, to spurt your seed inside her right now, providing the progeny that was asked of you. But you steel yourself, gather your resolve, attempt to hold off for as long as you can, giving your aunt some pleasure in the process. These demons would not be cowed by your crown as so many were, so you'd simply have to convince them of your strength in other ways.

You pull away from the demoness' tits and redouble your efforts, thrusting up into Bezoriana with all the vigour and zeal you can muster. At the same time, you raise your good hand up from The Bee's hip and rain it down, striking her arse with some ****.

“C-Come along, aunt!” you urge her, panting, your breathing heavy. “My mother fucks twice as hard as you!”

“Oh, you cheeky little bastard!” Bezoriana moans, bouncing on your prick all the while. “I'll have you know I can do things tae you that'd make your beloved mother look like a fuckin' nun.”

“T-then do them!” you respond, prompting a lusty giggle from the demoness.

“You asked for this.” Bezoriana smiles, picking up the pace once again. You fuck just as fiercely as she does, and it isn't long before you feel yourselves close to your limits.

“Now.” Bezoriana moans, relishing the word nearly as much as she does the chance to rut with you. Her wings flutter as she climaxes.

You do as she says, cumming inside her as she shrieks out in ecstasy, knowing that as you do, you've passed the point of no return. You spurt again and again into the demoness's sopping wet cunt, filling her up.

“Oh, by all the hells.” Bezoriana moans. “Edward, you were magnificent. Fucked me as hard as my father himself!”

Given the supremely depraved company you find yourself in, you take that as a compliment.

“I can feel your seed taking root in me already, nephew.” Bezoriana grins, hands snaking down to caress her belly. “Your child will be strong, powerful. A ruler, yes, but of far more than Itheria.”

The youngest demoness kisses you again, as her sister encircles you.

“My turn.” Arvha says darkly, looking you over.

“Pray g-give me a few minutes, aunt.” you gasp, attempting to will yourself to hardness once again. Even with the two demonesses cavorting naked right on top of you, you were still part human.

“There'll be no need.” Arvha tells you. With a flex of her fingers, a pulsating field of blue aether engulfs The Owl's hand.

Reaching down beneath Bezoriana's chubby form, Arvha grips your testicles.

You feel the magical energy coursing into the most sensitive part of your anatomy. It feels like a curious mixture of being zapped by a mage's lightning, and someone engulfing your balls in their mouth and humming forcefully. The end result is both painful and not entirely unenjoyable.

Through Arvha's spell, you feel your vigour and vitality returning in just a fraction of the time it would have naturally, feel yourself growing hard, your prick still inside Zori's flooded pussy.

“Mmhm,” The Bee remarks, wriggling her curvy hips atop your lap insatiably. “I think me and Edward need a second bout first, before-”

Bezoriana's smutty train of thought is interrupted by Arvha seizing her by the wings and pulling her off you, sending her crashing into the dirt.

“You've had your fun, whore.” Arvha comments. “He's mine now.”

Bezoriana glares up at her sister, her arousal quickly turned to anger, but The Owl stares her down, before mounting you.

Arvha is more reserved than her sister, even when it comes to lovemaking. She makes no effort to kiss you, or have you suck on her tits, instead riding your cock as if her only intention is the swift and timely extraction of your royal seed.

Much as you'd like to do every depraved thing under the sun with your aunt, you're not about to complain. Dispassionate or not, she's still a demon, and ploughing her is as intense as it is your mother or Bezoriana.

As the two of you get closer to orgasm, Arvha does start to get into it a bit more. The paler-hued demoness increases her pace, beginning to pant and moan. Revitalised by Arvha's magic, you thrust up into your aunt with the same zeal you would your bride on your wedding night. The demoness responds with increasing enthusiasm, her wings unfolding from her back, eventually spreading as you take her into the throes of passion.

Bezoriana, not content to lay on the grass and watch, crawls closer. Mewling needfully, she teases her demonic cunt with one hand, while bringing her mouth to where your and Arvha's sexes meet. She laps at you both eagerly, tongue-worshipping your balls as much as Arvha's cunt. As your fucking intensifies, Bezoriana experiences her sister's smaller, tighter arse impacting against her face with debauched delight.

The combination of the two hellions' efforts is too much for you. You go for broke inside Arvha's cunt, fucking her with a frenzied passion. Arvha responds in kind, shedding the last vestiges of her refined and poised facade.

She moans out for you with less shame than any whore you've ever rammed your cock into, and there had been many. Her wings beat, her tail rakes across her sister's face. Gazing up at her savagely beautiful face, you see the same wild glint in her eyes that you'd beheld in Corinne's, both when you'd fucked her and when she'd been killing the demon-hunters.

You finish inside Arvha with a guttural grunt, impregnating your other aunt, not even caring any more what manner of demonic monster you're bringing into the world.

Your strength failing as quickly as Arvha had magically enhanced it, you slump back off the rock, into the dirt alongside Bezoriana. You're so entranced by the dark passion of the night, and the potential consequences and gains of it all, that you barely feel it.

“You've done your duty exceedingly well, O Lion.” Arvha says, giving you a rare smile as she dismounts you, inspecting her creampied cunt. “The Allsire will want to congratulate you himself.”

Bezoriana slithers atop you on the other side of your body, bringing her face to yours and kissing you once again.

“I think I'm gonnae like workin wi' you, daddy.” the younger of your two aunts moans.