Not quite yet

You pick up Cyra and sit her down on your lap facing away from you. Once she finally starts to gain awareness, you stroke her throbbing, purple penis. Tired moans escape her lips as your hand casually pumps from tip to base.

"M-mm… m-moth-errr… p-pleeeeassse…" her cries for release excite you, driving you to pump faster. Cyra gives a tired pant, her body twitching in your arms.

Your free hand flondles a nipple and your mouth ravages her neck and shoulder. The sounds of her moaning in sink with the slapping of flesh, to the feel of her soft skin and feathers, has made you fully erect again. You raise her up and slide all your glory into her drenched snatch. Her pussy convulsing around your mast. You pump your hips in time with your hand, her squeals like music to your ears. You should ravage your daughters like this more often. But unfortunately, good things must end.

She's at her mental limit.

As you pump your hand you maneuver the cockring closer to your eldest's tip, aimed at your face. As it pops off Cyra screams as she finally cums, shooting her load all over both of you, her pussy juices drench your lap. Once finished, you remove the collar and her eyes glow a brilliant bright light as she slumps exhausted in your arms. You cum in her as you lick the both of you clean.

Satisfied, you throw the ring and collar back in the pile and grab all your sleeping daughters, carrying them to a section of Hellvault with a skylight, the area a comfortable temperature for the whole family. As you lay on the ground with your girls cuddled in your arms, you kiss them all goodnight and pass out.