Rendezvous with Bezoriana.

"What is it?" you ask, slipping away into the castle corridors, "Moira" by your side. "Did you wish to speak to me?"

"Aye, in time." your aunt responds. "Mostly, I just wanted to get that fuck y' keep wrigglin' out of."

-

Secure in the comfortable bedroom the Beathan crown's so generously provided to Bezoriana, you hungrily kiss your aunt. As you do, she holds you by the neck, powerful hands squeezing tightly, intimately, almost **** you.

“What do y' want today, Edward?” the heavily pregnant demoness asks, her adopted Beathan brogue lilting as she speaks. “The guise, or the real thing?”

She swaps between forms in the blink of an eye, as if to emphasise the choice before you.

“Human.” you say quickly. “For the first time at least.”

“Oh?” Bezoriana says, taken aback. “And here I thought you liked to... celebrate your heritage. Y' seemed to like my true body last year, anyways.”

“I do.” you say tenderly, moving in closer. “I just... well, you obviously put a lot of effort into your human disguise.”

Your aunt titters, the laugh rippling through her ample bosom, her pregnant belly.

“Really?” The Bee asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Undoubtedly. It's even better than my mother's.”

“So what you're sayin' is... you find me more fuckable than your mother?” Bezoriana asks, letting her gown fall, revealing herself in her entirety to you.

It's an unusual sight. You've seen more than one Beathan woman in their natural state in your time, but they were all warriors, fighters. The body Bezoriana's sculpted for herself is another thing entirely. Thicker, softer. Just like her true form, one look at her nakedness is to be assured of her literally supernatural fertility.

“Oh, I'd never say that.” you clarify with a roguish grin. “Just... this, is more striking than the late Marissa Loon.”

“Nicely said, lad.” Bezoriana smirks. “Now, come.”

Your aunt beckons you once again, and with her standing there naked, you even more eagerly hobble over towards her.

-

The two of you drop down onto the bed, kissing intensely, bodies entwined. Your prick freed from your trousers, you thrust yourself into the pregnant woman with quite a bit of ****.

“Not so hard, you'll hurt the baby!” Bezoriana hisses, her voice full of concern. You stare into her alarmed face, your cock frozen in her nethers for a few seconds, before she drops the facade.

“I'm joking! Can you imagine?! Little bitch is tough. We could probably drop her off the battlements and she'd be fine.” the demoness jokes.

“I'm sure we have better uses of the time before us.” you slur, before resuming your efforts.

Your aunt wraps her legs around you as you fuck her, enjoying her silky constriction all the wall. It was no wonder she'd been so successful, with bodies like this, seducing unsuspecting men and corrupting... no, blessing their bloodlines, intermingling them with the Allsire's.

You roll about with her, the two of you fighting for sexual dominance. You had spent time with Corinne of course, but your prolonged absence from your mother's side, from her bed, had left you desperately wanting for demonic company. Truly, no one could fuck like a succubus.

It's unsurprising, then, that Bezoriana eventually wins out in your little struggled, sinking her pregnant body down onto your thick, throbbing cock.

“You don't need to tell me you prefer me to your mother, Edward.” Bezoriana pants, tongue lolling just a little as picks up the pace with which she rides you. “Everything about this, your cock, the funny way you're breathin', the look on your face, it speaks volumes boy.”

“N-Never...” you protest, even as you throw yourself whole-heartedly into loving your aunt.

It isn't long before the two of you climax as one, Bezoriana howls, her utterly demonic moans rendering her visual disguise rather redundant. You erupt, pumping potent seed into the demoness. Regardless of your already having inseminated her, it feels good, right and primal to unleash yourself in her.

You slump back, but it would seem The Bee is far from done with you...

“M-maybe I should go...” you say weakly, not even fully convinced of it yourself.

“Not a fookin' chance, nephew.” Bezoriana says. “I want more. More...”

Pressing her hands down on your bare chest, the demoness keeps you held in place with her unnatural strength, writhing atop you, as if trying to spur you back to hardness that much faster.

“I'm a married man now.” you point out with a wry smile. Your statement earns a derisive laugh from your aunt.

“Oh Edward, she's seems a nice girl, but she's human!” Bezoriana chuckles. “I give it two decades, at most. She'll bear you a few children, yes, but she'll get fat and wrinkled. Not something you have to worry about with this...”

The demoness drops her glamour. Slowly this time, tantalising you as pale human flesh gives way to demonic purple, to wings, horn and tail.

Between her constant efforts working her hot, creampied cunny on your prick, and the view of her magnificent true form you're being afforded, it isn't long before you find yourself just as erect as you'd been before.

“Nothing like spending some quality time with family.” you smirk, beginning to thrust up swiftly into the hellion's pussy.

“You've got that right, Edward.” The pregnant succubus smiles wickedly, reciprocating your efforts.