He agreed; but just for a moment

"...Alright, but just to see. I'm curious if your ability is true."

Naamah almost jumped with joy, a wide cute smile on her face. She composed herself and cleared her throat. "Alright, just close your eyes for a moment."

He hesitated, but went along, closing his eyes. "Alright, but you better not do anything stupid-"

"You can open them now."

"Well that was qui-" Esau's jaw dropped. In what seemed like a short second, Naamah has turned herself into a splitting image of his mother. The same versized breasts, the same wide hips, the same long legs, the same thin yet powerful body, the same woven golden hair, the same crown, the same elegant sexy dress... with the exception of her pitch black eyes and the two tiny inch-long horns on her brow, she was the same.

"Bu- How-" He was speechless.

"Oh Esau my darling boy," Naamah said in a voice that was both hers and Excelcia's for a moment, before becoming just Excelcia's, "there comes a day in every princes life when their parent pass on the burden of responsibility to their children."

"Wha- what are you doing?"

She winked. "It's called role playing my son."

He gulped, letting his lip hang open slightly, and his face was clearly blushed, but he stopped himself and shook his head.

"It was only to take a look, nothing more..."

"Oh but I don't think you're telling your mother the whole truth young man," she leaned over, her delicate hands caressing his erection through his pants, "if it was only to look, then what's with this then, hm? If it was only to look, then why haven't you stopped this? If it was only to look..." She brought her lips so close to his he could feel her shallow breaths. "...then why are you groping my breasts as we speak?"

He looked down in shock. To his surprise he was groping her breasts through her dress. His own mother's... no, he had to keep reminding himself that it was only Naamah. But he couldn't stop. He always wanted to do something like this to her, both to Excelcia and to Naamah, and the jiggling breast's supple flesh made his already rock hard cock strain even more. His arousal made it hard to think straight, and he almost kissed her, stopping himself once more just less than an inch away.

"N-no, this is wrong... I shouldn't..."

"There's no wrong here my darling boy, only what feels good." She kissed him. Her tongue darted inside his mouth and completely dominated the exchange. Her saliva tasted good and sweet, like jellied fruits, and Esau let himself go, submitting himself to this oh so dirty depravity. After a steaming minute or two she broke away, her top teeth biting down on her lip.

"Now that you're king, what can your old mother do for you? What's your first command my liege... my son?" She sat on her knees, her thighs apart, staining her white, intricate dress with dust. Esau, now very much into this, let his trousers and underwear fall to around his ankles, revealing his cock to the air. He expected it to cool him down a little, but it was warm out, almost relaxing even. Naamah, seeing her master's dick for the very first time, almost lunged at it with her lips apart, but he stopped her much to her surprise. She was practically drooling.

"What's the matter? Something wrong?"

"Mother," he said, most likely fallen completely for her illusion by now, "for a long time you've taunted me with your body, flaunting yourself naked in the courts, ignoring me, forgetting I was even there unless you needed something from me. You **** me to watch you from the sidelines. A very long time. And now you're going to suck my dick just like that, just giving me the crown and that's it? No. You want me almost as much as I want you, but I'm the one in power now. You'll only pleasure me when I tell you to, is that clear?"

"M-my son, what's gotten into y-"

He grabbed her by the top of her head, and slapped her in the face with his cock several times back and forth. Her face was that of a cock-drunk harlot by the end of it.

"Mmmmm, yessss my liege..."

"No, no more 'my liege'. I'm not your king, don't treat me like royalty like you have since I was born, as if that was all that mattered about me. I'm your son. I'm going to shame you for being such a bitch all these years, and you will be dominated and used as I see fit. Do you understand? Do you understand mother?"

"Yes, I... understand my son. I'm your bitch, your whore, your harlot; please fuck me! Fuck your mother! Command me!"

"**** on my cock."

She did as he commanded her, gulping down his cock. She gagged, but it was very much for show; she's had much larger, monstrous cocks in her mouth before. Her eye twitched, and she moaned as she sucked, deflating her cheeks. Her tongue writhed and coiled around his shaft, serving the dick with a strangely down to earth pleasure, as if Naamah -no- Queen Excelcia was holding herself back. But it still felt good, and Esau grunted, holding her by the back of her head, goading to suck faster, deeper, more. She was slurping and gagging and moaning, **** as the tip hit her at the back of the throat. Esau tensed, his dick twitching and ready to cum, an Excelcia grabbed him by his swolen balls and gave them a squeeze, sending him over the edge. He bucked his hips and thrust, his hands holding his mother's head so that her lips are wrapped around the base of his shaft, cumming down her gullet. She gave out a loooong moan as she gulped it all down, his seed travelled down into her stomach, where it settled, giving her belly a warm glow. He kept his cock in for a moment, before sliding it out, her lips popping as it left. White drops dribbled from the corners of her lips, and she meekly smiled.

"Mmmm, I thought my son would last a little longer," she coo'd mockingly, forgetting her place for a second. He gave her another tug by the hair, enough to make her yelp.

"I don't think you learned your lesson from just that. Show me your dirty cunt like you show it to your nobles and ministers."

"As you wish my darling boy."

She stood up, and lifted the front of her dress without hesitation, bunching it up just below her stomach. She was of course wearing nothing underneath but long white tights. Her snatch was clean, prim, smooth and royal, but despite this, it still looked weathered, and it was clear many a cock entered her.

"Damn, you're such a slut."

"I am, aren't I? Just a dirty whore!"

"You want my cock don't you?"

"More than anything!"

"Then come here and sit on it like the royal harlot you are."

"Of course, anything for my son!"

She straddled him, her legs wrapping around his body, but it was Excelcia this time that stopped the eager other, Esau's cock hard again cock stopped just at the entrance of her fanny.

"What's the meaning of this? Why did you stop me-"

"I was thinking," she said, smirking in his face, "that you've been lying to yourself. That while I've been a bitch to you all these years, you don't resent it. You like it."

"How dare-"

"I can hear it in the words you choose, the voice you use. You're not a dominating person. I've seen plenty of people like you, that act all tough when it comes to the deed, but you're not the kind of person to truly put me in the place you want me to be." She brought her lips to his ear and whispered. "You don't want to fuck your mother. You want your mother to fuck you."

Esau grew silent, remembering again that the figure that was straddling him was actually a demon. His hand trembled as he realised the truth she was saying. "Why did you let me..."

"Let you dominate me like that? To give you a contrast, to compare what you thought you wanted to what you really want. And what you really want to do in this fantasy, is to let me dominate you... my son." He recoiled as she placed her hand on his chin, using a thumb to caress his lips.

"Shh, don't worry, I won't hurt you much." She smiled sweetly, and Esau felt deja vu. He tried to speak, but suddenly found himself unable to do so. She pushed him to the ground, their gaze unbroken, as if he was spellbound. She kissed him, her luscious bee-stung lips totally encapsulating his. She bored into his mouth and dominated his tongue with her own. Her hand strayed soutwards, her graceful slender fingers aiming his cock into the folds of her snatch, causing him to moan. It was wet and soft and warm, but for some reason, Esau thought of wine. Naamah, as if reading his mind, rummaged in his trouser pocket, and procured the wineskin they took from the celebration earlier. She uncorked it, bringing it up to his face. "You want a drink?"

He nodded.

"Oops." She poured it in a slow stream down his chest. It ran in streaks down his belly and off the sides, staining the ground like blood. It wasn't that he was thirsty, but something within him despaired at it being poured away, and he wasn't sure why. He was suddenly cought off guard as she thrust her hip forward, jolting him to attentiveness. A shock of pleasure shot down his shaft and through his body. Her inside was... god, undescribable! To finally feel it after all this time since he summoned her... even if it wasn't that long ago, it fel like an eternity of holding himself back. It was otherworldly, like her inside was twisting independantly in segments, tightening and squelching and massaging his cock. He strained himself, almost ready to cum, but Naamah grabbed him by the cheeks.

"You're not allowed to cum yet. You need to be put in your place. You're my bitch son... no, not even my son. You're not my son, you're just a bitch. My bitch." She curled one of her hands around his neck, squeezing on his windpipe. "I know you love it when I call you a bitch." She continued to pound her cunt up and down, but even though he was ready to cum just moments ago, he no longer could cum, no matter how much he flexed his cock. It's as if it was blocked, as if her voice took control of his orgasm functions. But not the need. The need to cum rose. The need to cum rose higher then it ever has before, his balls swelling more and more. At first it ached, and then it was agony, and then it was burning suffering. But the pleasure still flowed, her cunt still pounded down on his cock greedily. Esau squirmed and cried in pleasure as his body burned up with **** lust; the sweat beads on his skin steamed and boiled away.

"I know I promised I wouldn't do this, but... the tables have turned." Just before he was about to reach the crescendo of literally exploding, Excelcia kissed him one final time. It lingered, and Esau could feel something crawling down his throat, like little hands. She let go of his neck, and the hands rushed inside and grabbed something; something that was rooted deep inside him. His soul. The hands pulled and pulled, and eventually they ripped it out of him just as he came into her, Excelcia giving a few last pounds with her hips to get everything. He orgasmed for minutes, buckets of cum shooting into her womb, swelling it almost ridiculously, ripping her tight, elegant dress at the midriff. When she couldn't hold any more it just poured out from between the cock seal and onto the ground, where it stained the dirt with corruption. Corruption because he was changed; he was now a demon, but not anything nearly as powerful as her. He felt good but... in that empty, complacent, aimless, obedient way. He looked at the visage of his mother, and blinked. When he opened his eyes again she was now Naamah, who was back to her regular demonic self. She grunted as she lifted herself off, and her stomach visibly deflated whenever she shifted her legs.

"How was that my son?" She said mockingly. "It's not over just yet though."

She hovered her hand next to his face. In her palm was a golden ball the size of a mandarin. Esau felt an urge to grab it, but Naamah cruelly darted it away, and lifted her head up, dropping it into her mouth. She swished it around in her mouth, looking at him all the while, before gulping it down. There was a pause. She then suddenly moaned as if she just had the best orgasm in the world, and her cunt tensed and squirted to match it. She fell to her knees, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lulling out, while her horns visibly grew larger, longer and more intricate. Her tail split into two, and the golden shackles that were around her neck and wrists broke and fell to the ground, where they crumbled into dust. And then she stopped, took a deep breath in, and looked at Esau, who by now shrunk a foot, grew a tail and horns, and drooled, his long red tongue standing out against his ivory skin. She flashed her fangs, and laughed.

"Oh that was so, mmmm, delicious..." She rose, and lifted her arm in command, beckoning her new imp **** close. "Come my bitch, lets go back to the celebrations, shall we?"

Esau nodded, although he wasn't Esau anymore, but either way eager to serve his new mistress.

Naamah lay sprawled out of a chaise lounge, with Esau feeding her grapes next to her. Queen Excelcia was there too, though she was no longer a Queen or Excelcia but an imp like Esau, diminutive and willing to serve. She was massaging her feet, occasionally giving her toes licks with her long serpent like tongue.

"Slaves, lick your mistresse's cunt. I am feeling quite horny right now. And don't stop until I tell you to stop, do you understand?"

"Yes mistress!" They both cried, and both crowded around her cunt, purring and licking at it like kittens.

Naamah laughed as she leaned back, resting her hand on one of their heads. She wasn't sure who it was, but she didn't care; to her both were exactly the same.

And both Esau and Excelcia loved it.