Mother and daughter

-It's been a busy week for me irl, so something shorter this time.

Celise's libido ran rampant. Even now, it took all her restraint to still her body, to keep from diving into the sweet embrace of the woman who birthed her.

Her still wet dick slapped against her leg as she walked, its half-hard meat hitting loudly with it’s weight and causing her eyes to flutter from its sensitivity.

Ever since finally succumbing to her mother's wyles back in that dark room she couldn't control her rampaging emotions. Her eyes darted over to the confident and matronly woman who walked beside her, the shorter stature giving Celise a fine view of her sweaty cleavage.

Her red, slimy and sore cock swelling its mighty length, straining to grow as she ogled the older woman. Liquid bubbled out around where her tits were hidden, her undergarments long forgotten in some room or cranny.

Maybe feeling the attention, Aria turned to see her daughter's hungry gaze. She smiled in that knowing way, full of confidence and love.

Pushing out her chest so that the soft fabric caressing her bossom swelled around those peaks and made her visible cleavage even more prominent she brought her hands up to cup the delicious sight, nipples tenting the thin dress.

"What is it, my daughter? You seem… distracted." Her smile only grew at the same time her voice turned deep and throaty with lust.

Celise's eyes darted between the dark swell between her mother's beautiful mounds and her seductive, darkly lidded gaze. She never stopped her pace, keeping with the other woman's steady stride. Her cock hung from that special opening in her dress, continuing its attempts to fill with her racing blood. Only growing to maybe half height, the pain of just that much sparking intensely in her mind.

Already the two had stopped a handful of times, each time the both of them losing control. Celise didn't know why her mother was so willing after her long months of being under Tinn's control but at the moment she could barely complain.

Celise had always had a deep-seated hunger for the woman, her incestuous feelings often making her steal panties, masturbating with them, soaking them with cum and dreaming of acting upon her disgusting perversions.

She knew it wasn't a completely taboo thing for her family but she was still shy about it.

Now though… her heart bounced with energy as she remembered just a few moments before.

She'd given in to that primal hunger once again, without a care for any who might walk by, she'd pounced her mother right there in the hall. Cock a deep blood red from already relentlessly abusing the elder woman's slimy snatch. She'd pummeled into the sexy cougar from behind, Aria's face mashed into the carpet, plump ass raised high to meet with each ferocious thrust. They'd gone until Celise's cock couldn't handle it any longer and despite the fire burning within she just couldn't stay hard enough.

"What a beautiful cock my baby has." Aria said, moving closer, beginning to tug lightly at the base of her innocent daughter's erection as she purred into her ear. The sensation of hot air running over the sensitive canal caused a shudder to run through the futa demi-goddess, her cock bouncing as blood forcefully flowed to it.

At their side the goddess Cianna watched longingly, crawling along like any mut.

Aria continued to purr seductively into that captive ear.

"Yess… just let me make you feel good Cel, just focus on my dainty little fingers, on how it feels for something so small and cute to pay such close, loving attention to that great, big, beautiful cock." Her words laced by her own rising lust, breath coming out hot, prickling on the taller girl's sensitive ear.

Seeing Celise's flushed face, eyes heavily lidded and shivering bodily she decided to attempt something.

"Babey, I want you to speak these sexy words back to me while I pump your fat cock. I want you to just focus on the feeling, not on the words. Can you do that for me?”

They continued to walk, slightly slower now as Celise could seem to barely watch her feet on the other side of her eagerly growing dick.

The cock-girl smiled dumbly and nodded. "yeah..."

Grinning, hand still skillfully caressing the nearly fully hard cock she spoke in a heated slur.

"I wish that my non-goddess mother will find a way to pass ownership to every one of Tinn's collars onto herself in Tinn's office."

Celise breathed out the words between rasping heaves of her round, leaking peaks, unable to sort out the meaning of what she was saying.

Aria smiled as the collar did not flash, even when the gist of the wish became clear.

Tinn, being the vain and perverted person that she was, had devoted her office to more narcissistic endeavors.

Busts, portraits and other art lay scattered across the room's interior.

Against one wall of the large room a large window looked out towards the manicured lawns, a huge stylized "T" standing in the middle of the courtyard. In the far distance, sloping down through expanses of property she owned the expansive, sprawling city.

Her fit and feminine guards lined the room, stiff and straight in their dark suits. Intimidating but intensely seductive in their tight clothing hiding little of the sexy and muscular contours of their bodies.

Aria separated from her daughter, a few drips of sticky pre falling from her agile digits, leaving Celise sweaty and achingly rock hard in her wake. Celise's manic, horny gaze remaining locked to her elder's sashaying, hidden rear.

"Why good morning Lynne!" The wife to a goddess cheered. The aforementioned Lynne raised from her desk off to one side, bowing as she did so.

"It's actually nearing evening mistress." She corrected. "And I am glad to see you as well." The draconic, scaled, red head said with a businesslike voice.

Aria rolled her eyes at the typical behavior of Tinn's second in command.

Feeling drawn to it Aria walked straight to her new desk. Curious of this odd feeling she followed the compulsion until she targeted in on a small drawer. Not really understanding, just knowing what to do, she found a hidden keypad and pressed the numbers that felt… right. With a *click* the drawer opened. Inside were an assortment of rings, rings inlaid in small slits that displayed the fine artistry and immense cost of the large jewels in place. Beside them were three of the collars many of Tinn's subservients wore, each in a different color and style.

Still she felt the compulsion to feel around in the back end of the drawer. Eventually her soft fingers settled on a hidden divet in the fabric and she lifted. Inside rested a necklace inlaid with a large jewel.

Still following that odd feeling she placed it on her own neck.

A bright flash washed over the room as the necklace and all of the collars all emanated their bright light.

A smile spread across her motherly features as she looked at all those around. She had an inkling of what had just happened. She'd been mulling over a possible way around the reality altering restrictions of re-writing the past with a wish for a little while now. Going by the events of the past few moments it seemed possible she had already carried out such a plan.

"U-uhm… high mistress!"

Aria's gaze met that of the kneeling form of Daisy. The bimbo-proportioned dick girl sat atop a small square of carpet next to the intricately detailed wood of Tinn's massive desk. Her tiny dick stood erect as ever, that loop of metal attached to the chain in its head.

"One moment Daisy.” Aria said, waving nonchalantly to the dickgirl.

Turning she found her soulmate crouched beside her. Kneeling she looked into the statuesque woman’s eyes, holding her by the chin with one hand. Cianna looked back, some intelligence shining through those green orbs.

“Cianna, my heart. Be yourself, come back to me.” Aria commanded.

The collar flashed.

Eyes locked to that of her goddess-wife, Aria had the distinct pleasure of watching Cianna’s own eyes seem to swell with understanding and knowledge. Aria watched, elated as the woman she had devoted her life to returned to her.

A wide grin spread across Cianna’s plump lips and in the most seductive yet loving voice Aria knew, “Really Aria? Your heart?”

Aria couldn’t stop the tears.

She threw herself at her wife, arms wrapped tightly around the much taller being and they kissed long and hard.

-Saw this pic on r/thighdeology and thought it was a good reference for what I think the post-goddess default proportions for Eve, Ivy and Celise are. (artist is Noto Kurumi)