There's a little bit of devil in those angel eyes

Dinner had been a tense affair. Morgana was much easier to speak to in this form, but Nick couldn’t help but feel guilty, like he was cheating. Normal Morgana wouldn’t have engaged in conversation like this. It felt like he was getting to know a shadow, like it wasn’t really her.

But at the same time, he couldn’t deny that it was.

The surreal nature of the woman in front of him wasn’t the only part of the dinner conversation that had Nick on edge either, though.

Morgana’s voice was doing a lot of heavy lifting on that front, too.

“I’m so glad you liked the pasta,” Morgana cooed, her voice deep and breathy as she batted her eyelashes at him. “Did you save room for dessert?”

“Uh, yeah, um, what is it?” Nick asked, squirming uncomfortably in his chair. No matter how he tried to relax, he couldn’t ignore the throbbing erection straining against his pants. A big part of him wanted to lunge across the table and push Morgana down, and get going right now. But he had to hold himself back.

And yet, the way the goth girl looked at him, she was suggesting with her eyes that “dessert” might be a little sweeter than he expected.

So imagine his surprise when Holly walked out of the kitchen carrying a large chocolate cake.

“Oh!” Nick brightened and sat up straight in his seat. “That’s…”

“Black forest cake with black whipped cream frosting,” Morgana declared, holding her head up with pride. “I made it myself.”

She gave him a saucy wink. “Just don’t ask why the cream is black.”

Nick found his mouth watering, and it was only partly because of the delicious chocolate cake in front of him. No, it felt like everything Morgana said was designed to arouse and seduce him, and he was having a difficult time keeping his emotions under control.

As Holly sliced the cake into pieces, Rose cleared her throat.

Nick looked up at her, surprised. “Oh, Rose, did you want some cake? It looks pretty delicious.”

That it did. But Rose shook her head. “No, but thank you for offering,” she said with a smile. “I was just letting you know that Cinder and I are done with our chores for today, so we’ll be going.”

Nick blinked, and looked at the golden clock. It was almost six. Cinder was waiting at the door with the same fake smile plastered on her face, and he could feel how much she wanted to go.

“O-oh, yeah, you’re right, I totally lost track of time,” he stammered, scratching his head sheepishly.

“Thank you for all your help!” Mary said politely, looking up from her plate. “Oh! Hey, your hair! I think it’s getting a little longer!”

Rose blinked. “Eh?!”

She quickly fumbled with a few strands of her hair in a panic.

Rose: 8300 BP + 100 BP = 8400 BP

Nick gasped. It was just a little, but he thought he saw Rose’s hair grow ever so slightly longer. “Yeah, Mary’s right! Your hair’s growing.”

“I-I’m glad…” Rose looked so relieved to hear that, Nick wouldn’t be surprised if she burst out crying. But she was still Rose at the end of the day. She gathered her focus and stood up straight, looking perfect as always. “Well then! We should be going. Enjoy the rest of your night, Nick! …And don’t worry, I’ll make sure Cinder gets home safe.”

Rose led the other woman out of the Master’s Suite, and looked back one final time at Nick. She had a complex expression on her face, like she knew what would happen as soon as she left, and felt sad and happy about it at the same time.

Nick had a pretty good idea he knew too.

After Rose left, it was just the three of them, and Holly waiting patiently in the corner. Nick squirmed in his seat, feeling two pairs of eyes devouring him silently.

Okay… we’re alone now. Whatever’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen. He took a deep breath and exhaled, and waited for Morgana to make her move.

But she never did.

“Is something the matter?” Her pale lips twisted in concern. “You haven’t even touched your cake yet,” she indicated to the sweet-smelling treat in front of him.

Nick blinked. She wasn’t just going to leap on him out of nowhere? Maybe I had the wrong idea this whole time, he thought as he dug his fork into the cake and took a bite. Maybe she really did just want a nice meal.

“Oh my gosh!” His eyes widened in disbelief as the chocolate melted on his tongue. He could taste the sweet cherry liqueur roll down his throat like ambrosia. “This is amazing!”

“I’m so glad you like it… I really put a lot of work into it.”

Nick jerked his head up to see that the seat in front of him was empty. Then he realized that Morgana’s voice had come from behind him. He had been so engrossed in the cake that he didn’t even notice the goth slink from her seat and come around to take his back.

He felt her hot breath kiss against his ear as her arms wrapped around his chest. He felt something soft push against the chair as she rested her boobs on his neck.

“Aren’t you going to finish your dessert?” Morgana cooed. At this close of range, her Sotto Voce transformation was even more effective. Nick nearly dropped his fork as he felt his heart skip a beat.

“I- Yes, I will, it’s delicious,” he stammered, but he felt like he was paralyzed by the overwhelming sexuality coming off the goth girl.

“How about I help?” Mary suggested, taking the fork from his fingers. She scooted over so her chair was right next to his. “You’re a little distracted right now, after all.”

She was in on this scheme too, because of course she was. Mary cut off a bit of cake and held it up to his mouth, and Nick swallowed before he even realized. It wasn’t like he was paying attention to what she was doing after all.

Morgana was too busy whispering in his ear for that.

“I’m so grateful that I tasted Mary’s milk… I’ve always been so shy, but now I can finally show you just how much I love you,” the goth girl crooned. “I can be the perfect woman for you… satisfy your every fantasy, just like I always wanted… you should see the filthy things I wrote in my diary tonight… all aimed at your lovely wife… giving her what we both want so dearly…”

Nick gulped, and nearly choked on the cake he was being fed.

“Careful!” Mary warned him like a scolding mother. “You don’t want to eat too fast now!”

This was raw ****. Nick had an angel on one shoulder trying to comfort him, while the devil on his other shoulder was taunting him with pleasure.

There was only so much a man could take.

The rest of his dessert was a blur. He didn’t know what became of the chocolate cake, or what became of his clothes, or how he wound up on the bed. By the time he was thinking clearly, Morgana was on one side of him and Mary was on the other, and both women were pressing their naked bodies against his.

“Mary… Morgana… what…?” Nick stammered, trying to make sense of this. Mary could be sexually aggressive, and Morgana, well, she was under the influence of her milk. But both of them in bed at the same time?

“I don’t usually support this kind of thing,” Mary admitted, her cheeks red as she pressed her lips against his neck, leaving a hickey on his skin. “Sharing you with another woman… It’s one thing to support you sharing your love, of course, I’m fine with that, but partaking myself…”

“It’s better this way, trust me,” Morgana said, her red eyes glittering playfully in the dim light as she rubbed her boobs against his arm. Her pale skin looked lovely against the golden sheets. “Spreading our love around like this, it’s the best way to satisfy him.”

And that’s when Nick realized that he wasn’t the only one caught in the sway of Morgana’s Sotto Voce.

Mary might have been the one to start this by feeding Morgana her milk, but the goth girl was taking the lead now. His blushing bride was completely captivated by the vixen’s voice, and would happily serve Nick up on a silver platter if it meant satisfying the yearning feeling between her legs.

And Nick wasn’t exactly complaining about it either.

“So what should we do first?” Morgana wondered, her hand trailing down to Nick’s crotch, where his throbbing cock stood erect like a tower of desire. She tapped a black-nailed finger against her plush lips, while doing the same against his slit.

Nick winced at the surge of pleasure her fingernail brought him, and jerked his hips. This kind of sensuality was so far distanced from what he expected from Morgana that it was almost intoxicating. He wondered just how far she was willing to take this.

“I don’t know…” Mary admitted, sitting upright. “He’s such a special guy… he deserves something special, wouldn’t you agree?”

The two girls shared a meaningful look and broke out into a fit of giggles that Nick found excitingly ominous and sexy.

“Yes, I think you’re right…” Morgana sat up as well, her glowing white breasts bouncing in front of his eyes like a pair of ripe melons. He reached out and grabbed one without thinking, earning him a moan from the witchy goddess beside him.

“Oh!” Morgana’s hips jerked and she arched her back, pushing her tit into his palm. “Oh, didn’t expect that… ooh, yes! Again!”

“Aww! No fair! I want to feel his touch, too!” Mary whined, seizing Nick’s other hand. And just like that, he found himself groping a second pair of boobs before he could blink.

Damn… this must be what heaven feels like! Or a very sexy part of hell! All rational thought left Nick’s brain, replaced by pure sensory overload.

On the left were Mary’s breasts. The pair of tits were warm to the touch, with a soft, spongy feeling that had just the right amount of give. They were heavier than he imagined, already filling up with milk to feed him and his young. The tits of a mother, promising to only get fuller and more bountiful as time passed.

Then on the right were Morgana’s breasts. Her skin was immaculate, and the texture was like nothing he’d ever felt before. They weren’t as spongy as Mary’s, but the perky way they fought back against his fingers as he squeezed them made him only want more. He seemed to glide over her smooth skin, as they jiggled against his palm.

Two beautiful girls. Four beautiful tits. The math was all too much for his brain to comprehend. Then, he felt something wet run against his hand.

“Ah… it looks like I’ve started leaking,” Mary cooed, licking her lips. “I knew there was still a bit left in there!”

“Not much,” Morgana laughed, casting a teasing look to her partner in crime. “I definitely drank my fill.”

“Oh please. If anyone, you’re the one who should be worried,” Mary pointed out. “You’re about to run like a spigot any moment now!”

Nick didn’t know what she meant by that at first, but then he felt another trickle of wetness through his fingers.

On his other hand.

“Wait… Morgana?!” He tried to sit up to get a better look, only for both girls to push him back down. At this point, they were both stroking his cock with one hand, working him up and getting him harder and harder as they gazed down at him with mischievous smirks.

“Don’t worry,” Mary assured him. “She’s not pregnant or anything.”

“Not yet!” Morgana chirped, sounding a little too comfortable with the idea for Nick’s comfort.

“After she had a taste of my milk… she started producing just like me,” the redhead explained, glancing over at her friend’s chest. “I guess envy can go a long way.”

“Oh, uh… w-wow…” Nick mumbled. He definitely hadn’t expected that. Although at least it’s not chocolate milk, he thought as he glanced at the pale liquid. That would be a little too cliché even for him.

“Ooh, I think… mm, yeah… I think Nick likes it,” Morgana giggled, squirming in place as she pushed her breasts against his hand even more. “He’s been groping me even harder ever since he found out about my milkers!”

Nick groaned, in part from her saucy words, in part from the way she intensified the strokes she gave to his cock.

“Lucky,” Mary said in a joking whine. “But yeah, my husband sure has it good for when his girls are in breeding mode.”

Nick winced. Why did Mary have to keep bringing things back to breeding and childbirth? It was one thing for her to be pregnant, but why did she have to keep insinuating he knock up Morgana as well?! No matter how hot it was, he couldn’t!

Well… maybe it was because she could tell how much it aroused him.

Something had to give at some point, and he was afraid it would be his sanity before it would be her sense of impropriety.

Putting those concerns out of his mind, Nick was content to just keep groping the girls all night; that’s how wonderful their breasts felt in his hands.

But at some point, it had to come to an end.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Mary said, sharing a look with Morgana. Before he could respond, both girls pulled away, leaving his hands anxiously groping at thin air.

Nick’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?” He stammered, trying to sit up again, trying to lean forward to get more of that wonderful feeling, but they pushed him back onto the bed again.

“So hungry… you weren’t satisfied with dinner?” Morgana teased, batting her eyelashes.

Nick groaned out a response that was hardly a response at all. Just a monosyllabic grunt.

“I think that’s a no,” Mary laughed, shaking her head. “He really loves our boobs, doesn’t he? It almost makes me sad… You wouldn’t know this, Morgana, but once upon a time, I was as flat as a board!”

“Really?” Morgana looked surprised. “What a coincidence, I remember when I didn’t have a lot going on up top, either!”

They shared a laugh, never taking their eyes from Nick.

“Of course… now we’ve more than made up for it, haven’t we?” Mary cooed, caressing his shaft. He throbbed against her touch and she tightened her grip, almost like she was chastising him.

“I’ll say… now he can’t get enough of our titties,” Morgana chuckled, her immature language strangely beguiling when coming from her sensual voice. “Two wallflowers grown into buxom goddesses… all to please our handsome man, and give him the breast buffet he’s been dying for.”

Mary was so far gone she didn’t even notice the blasphemous comparison to God that Morgana had made. She was too intoxicated on all the pheromones coming off of the goth girl.

“How about we show him just how lucky he is, that we received these transformations?” Mary suggested, glancing down at Nick’s cock. He was obviously nearing the end of his rope.

“I think that’s a lovely idea!” Morgana nodded in agreement.

These two vixens had no concept of “mercy” that’s what Nick firmly believed as they continued their ministrations.

Nick couldn’t ground himself in the face of their respective torments to his cock. Mary’s strokes were long and frantic, like she was **** to milk him for every last drop of his seed as fast as possible. In contrast, Morgana’s touch was precise and methodical, sliding her palm sensually slowly up and down the length of his shaft and adjusting her grip to squeeze him in just the right places. It resulted in a mercurial tempest of pleasure that made it impossible for Nick to find solid footing. He knew that he was liable to blow at any second!

…Which was why it was even more torturous when they removed their hands at the same time, in some sort of silent agreement to torment him as much as possible.

“Ah… hah… wh-what…” Nick stammered, bucking his hips against the air. “Fuck, what…?”

“Oooh, did you think it would be over so soon?” Morgana shook her head, sending her twintails bouncing.

“We haven’t even begun to reward you yet,” Mary promised. “You don’t want to miss the best part, do you?”

Nick was too overwhelmed with pleasure to even attempt to make sense of what they were saying. He didn’t figure out what was going on until both women shifted their position on the bed. Mary leaned over carefully while Morgana slithered up beside him like a snake, both women’s faces hovering above his agonizingly-hard cock.

Then they raised their milky breasts up in their arms and leaned forward, smothering his shaft in a collision of titmeat.

“Ah!” Nick groaned, arching his back and bucking his hips. They didn’t even have to hold him down at this point, because everything above his waist was numb and unresponsive. Nick’s brain had made a calculated decision to shut off all nerve pathways not connected to his dick, to maximize the amount of pleasure he was receiving from the double-titjob.

It wasn’t a decision he would have argued with.

“Fuck! Fuck!” He cursed, thrusting up into the two of them with all his might. He couldn’t believe how good this felt, how right.

“I think he likes it!”

“I think he does.”

The laughter of the two women blended together in his ears, until he couldn’t tell where Morgana’s voice ended and Mary’s began. They pushed their bodies against each other as they got busy sliding, squishing, and squeezing their tits all over Nick’s throbbing cock. Pale flesh mashed against a healthy pink as their breasts nearly blended into one, and honestly Nick couldn’t say that they hadn’t. It all felt the same to him.

The two overwhelming temptresses began to roll their breasts up and down Nick’s cock, giving him a titfuck that was somewhere between heaven and hell for the desperately horny young man. He clutched the sheets and clenched his teeth, just trying to hang on in the face of an overwhelming prison of pleasure that any man would have killed to experience with just one of these top-heavy ladies, let alone both of them.

If there was one thing that kept him from giving in and dowsing both beauties in the bath of breeding juice they were ravenous to receive, it was his pride. The triumphant smirks of victory on both women’s faces as he squirmed beneath him only aroused him more, but at the same time it gave him the will to keep going. It wasn’t a competition, on some level he definitely knew that. They were doing this for his pleasure. But he could feel the smugness in their eyes.

“Yes!” Both girl’s expressions seemed to say. “You’re no match for us, Nick. Just give in and surrender yourself to the pleasure we can give you, our little boytoy!”

…Maybe he was embellishing a little bit. But as much as Nick wanted to give in, he also wanted to prove he could go the distance. So he **** himself to stop being such a passive receiver, and thrust up into the mountain of pleasure burying his cock.

“Oh!”

“Wow!”

The duo was caught off-guard by his sudden eagerness, thinking that the jerking and throbbing he was doing was his signal that he was about to cum. And yeah, he was. But he wasn’t about to make it easy on them, either.

With all his strength, channeling his inner Dani, he sat upright, extending his arms just enough where he could grab a milky handful of each girl’s breasts.

Mary was the first to go. She’d been just as deluged by Morgana’s Sotto Voce transformation as Nick, and had been right on the edge since dinner began. Feeling the heat of her husband’s cock thrusting up inside her tits, and then having them mauled by his hand for good measure, it was simply too much for her to withstand. She rolled back her eyes and pursed her lips into an “O” as a howling moan escaped her lips.

“OOooooooOOOOoohhH! YES! CUMMING!” Mary screamed at the top of her lungs, shaking like a hurricane as her pussy sprayed all over the sheets. Milk erupted from her tits as well, turning her into a twitching, moaning fountain of pleasure. And yet in spite of the orgasm that rocked her body she never let up for a second, using every last bit of strength she had left to keep slamming her breasts up and down his shaft.

Morgana held on a little firmer. She wasn’t affected by her own transformation so she could keep her composure a little better, but seeing her partner explode like that was a lot to take. She gazed enviously at the twitching redhead and wished that she could be the one experiencing such an overwhelming orgasm, even as her pleasure skyrocketed from Nick’s hand roughly groping at her milky tits.

Just a little more! She thought as she continued to mash her melons against Mary’s bouncing breasts. Just a little more, and he’ll be done!

They were only seconds away. Morgana could feel her hips bucking as she ground her pussy against the bed. She wanted more! So much more! Not just to pleasure Nick, but to receive pleasure from him, too! It just wasn’t fair that Mary got so much from him, and she couldn’t!

That was ultimately her undoing. No matter how much Morgana’s sexuality had evolved after tasting Mary’s milk, the fact remained that she was still very sexually-inexperienced compared to her partners. So even though she should have been able to resist Nick’s attack better than Mary, and should have been able to drive him over the edge by now, her body simply wasn’t used to the deluge of pleasure bombarding it, and soon enough, she succumbed.

“Oh! Fuck! Oh, yes! This! This is soooo… sssshooo perfecccttt!” She howled, whipping her twintails about as she came all over herself, biting her lip so hard she nearly bled. Her eyes crossed and she could barely focus, which is what made her unprepared for what came next.

Seeing both women in the throes of orgasm, Nick’s stubbornness finally yielded. He slumped back and let the urges he’d been repressing go, and finally allowed the amazing titjob to overwhelm him.

“Fuck you two… you’re so fucking hot…” He grunted, tightening his grip on their tits, partially holding them in place as they did the same. All three of them mashed the heaving, milk-drenched mound of breastmeat against his cock, united in purpose to finally bring him over the edge.

“Hehe… Nick’s cock juishe…” Morgana moaned, licking her lips in anticipation.

“Can’t wait… yes…” Mary was slightly more focused, but far less lucid, moving with determination even as she could barely see two inches in front of.

“Fuck! I’m cumming!” Nick shouted, his face red with arousal. He felt his cock stiffen, forcing itself against the breast prison it was trapped within, and he released all the tension he’d been building up for hours.

A wave of semen erupted from within the center of the mountain of meat, turning it into a veritable volcano. Both girls were bathed in white as Nick’s seed roared up like a geyser, splattering their faces and drowning their tits as he spat out burst after burst like a bottomless faucet.

“So warm!”

“Sho good!”

Boobjob! +3 VP

Facial! +3 VP

The two bakers luxuriated in their basting as they squirmed with delight, and if someone had asked them if they’d just had another orgasm purely from that, they would honestly say they didn’t know.

Nick slumped back, flopping onto his pillow as he struggled to breathe. He was overwhelmed with pleasure, and just wanted to sleep the rest of the night away, letting the moans of his partners lull him to rest.

If only he could be so lucky.

“Oh? Trying to escape to dreamland so easily?” Mary’s playful laugh sent a shiver down his spine.

“Now now… we’re nowhere near finished yet!” Morgana’s hiss in his ear burned with erotic promise, and Nick felt his cock throb as it started to harden again.

He cracked an eye open to see their stained faces looming over him like hungry beasts, and his heart raced in fear and delight.

Oh fuck… I’m fucked.