You're more interested in your cousin.

"I'd rather watch you." you opine, a more flirtatious tone creeping into your voice. Corinne draws back from her darker predilections.

"Oh?" the Morlandian asks.

"Y-yes." you slur. "There are plenty of comely women in this camp, but none with your... unique charms, dear cousin.”

Corinne titters lightly, obviously flattered.

“You think I'm charming?” the noblewoman remarks, a single thin eyebrow cocked. “Tell me how.”

“I'm drawn to your devious mind. To the great quantities of demonic blood in your veins.” you tell her. “B-but equally, I want your body. Your arse, your tail, your tits.”

“These tits?” Corinne asks, reaching into her leathers and fondling herself. The sight of it rouses your loins. Despite your cousin being removed from you by a good portion of the continent, you can't help but grow hard.

You grunt your approval, your hand drawing down, closing around your prick as you watch the magical image before you.

Slipping off her enchanted ring, Corinne sets it atop the unfortunate thrall's **** form, allowing her to draw back a short distance, exposing her entire body to you as she sits on the floor of the spider cave. You follow suit, setting yours on the desk before you.

“Tell me what you'd do to me, Edward, were I in that camp with you.” Corinne bids you, as she begins to strip off for you.

“I'd fuck you harder than you'd ever been fucked before.” you assure her. “I know you can take it, that you love to be treated roughly.”

“I do!” Corinne agrees breathily, baring herself before you. You chose to focus on the sight of your cousin's toned, naked flesh, rather than the spiders lazily skittering on the cavern walls directly behind her. “All-sire, I need it.”

With this, Corinne reaches down, grips her tail, and guides the tip of it to her sex, using her own unusual appendage to slowly pleasure herself.

“I've tried the usual things. Thralls, my tail, romps with mother, but they just don't bring me the same... happiness a cock like yours can, dear cousin.”

“Come to war with me, Corinne.” you ask of her. “You could have it near every night!”

“The idea does grow more appealing, I admit.” Corinne tells you, lazily teasing her clit as she penetrates herself with her tail.

“I-I didn't know you took your mother to bed, too.” you slur. Corinne laughs.

“Did you think you were the only one, cousin?” the Morlandian asks. “Ah, but I am twice your age, have been at this a lot longer than you. When it comes to degeneracy, you have much to catch up on, non?”

Considering you were off masturbating with your mostly-demonic cousin while men fought and died in your name, you imagined most normal people would judge you fairly proficient in the degeneracy department. Still, Corinne was far from normal.

The two of you pleasured yourselves, each drinking the sight of the other in, each wishing the physical distance between you was not so great.

You felt your orgasm approaching, something the Baroness de Glace was not oblivious to.

“Come for me, cousin!” the hybrid shrieked, lost to lust, the wetness of her sex audible with every convulsion of her tail as she quite literally fucked herself.

You endeavoured to last as long as possible, but it was a losing battle. You came, raining your seed not into a eager and receptive cunt, but simply down on the desk before you. You had to chuckle to yourself. At this point, bringing yourself to orgasm like this had become more of a novelty.

You may have finished, but Corinne wasn't quite done yet. Picking up her ring, The Spider set it down on the cavern floor, then drove her bare foot into the thrall's side.

The kick seemed to rouse the blonde, to whatever limited consciousness Arvha had allowed her. All but a zombie, or menial servant, the thrall was just about able to grasp what Corinne desired as, seizing her by the scruff of her neck, she brought her mouth to her pussy.

You watched as the thrall ate Corinne out, the depraved sight of it almost enough to spur you back to hardness.

Biting her lip, Corinne played with her tits for you, occasionally using her tail to swat her mother's discarded plaything, urging it on.

It was only a manner of scant minutes before Corinne was brought to climax, but you had to admit, you enjoyed watching every second of it.

Once her pleasure abated, Corinne cast the thrall aside. The blonde lay in place, used up, awaiting her mistress' final judgement. You didn't hold out much hope for the poor thing.

“Oh, Edward, that was... most entertaining.” Corinne gasped. Though everything in The Spider's cave appeared red to you, you had to imagine you'd put a little colour into the assassin's normally pale cheeks.

“You really should come to Beatha.” you slur. “Face to face meetings really are just that much more enjoyable.”

Corinne chuckles as you throw her words back at her.

“I'll think about it, cousin.” Corinne nods. “All-sire knows, I think I'd have more fun doing your bidding than mother's. Speaking of which, I suppose I have a job to accomplish.”

With that, Corinne rises, dusts herself off and sets about what she'd come to the cave to do.

“Adieu, Edward.” she smiles wickedly, taking the thrall by her leg.

“Adieu, Corinne.” you can't help but chuckle.