V. A Lesson in Domination

When she finally came back to herself, Demetria was still inside her, still hard, still pulsing with the aftermath of her own release.

"Look at you," Demetria said softly. "Covered in your own seed, so full of mine. How do you feel?"

Cassia took a moment to assess. Her body felt strange, looser somehow, as though the orgasm had unlocked something inside her. But beneath the looseness was a something that she had never felt before, almost like there was a beast inside of her, demanding to be fed.

"I feel... hungry," she said honestly. "Not for food. For more."

Demetria smirked, a fierce, amused expression. "Good. Because we're not done."

She pulled out slowly, and Cassia felt the rush of cum that followed, a thick trickle that ran down her thighs and soaked into the couch. Demetria looked at the mess they had made and laughed.

"Your turn."

"My turn?"

"Yes. Your turn. You're going to fuck your mother. And while you're fucking her, you're going to tell me what you’ve learned." Demetria opened the door to her study. “Lara dear. It’s time. She's ready now.”

The soft sound of sandals on mosaic tile preceded Lara's entrance. She stepped into the study with her characteristic quiet grace, her brown hair now loose around her shoulders, simple stola exchanged for a thin shift that left nothing to the imagination.

Cassia could see the outline of her womb mother’s body through the gossamer fabric, the swell of her breasts she had once suckled upon, the generous curve of her child bearing hips, and between her legs, the unmistakable evidence of her beta status.

Lara's cock was small, barely two inches even in its current state of partial arousal, her testicles reduced to tight little buds against her body. Her pussy, by contrast, was lush and prominent, the lips visible even through the thin fabric, wetness already soaking through.

"Mother," Cassia breathed, still sprawled on the couch with Demetria's cum leaking from her cunt and her own seed drying on her stomach. "I don't know if I-“

"You can." Demetria hauled her to her feet, steadying her when her knees threatened to buckle. "And you will. Lara sweet, come here."

Lara crossed the room, her eyes moving between her daughter's naked body and her sire mate's still-erect cock. There was no jealousy in her gaze, only a deep, abiding love, and something else. Something that looked almost like hungry anticipation.

"Your mother’s beautiful, isn't she?" Demetria said, wrapping an arm around Cassia's waist. "I fell for her the day we met. And even more so the first time we laid together."

"Beautiful…" Cassia murmured, as Lara reached out to cup her face lovingly. Her fingers were soft, gentle, so different from Demetria's commanding grip.

"Our girl is all grown up Demetria. She’s a woman now." Lara smiled tears of joy, looking between the two great loves of her life.

"What she looks like is an omega who needs to learn what it feels like to fuck," Demetria corrected. She turned Cassia to face Lara and positioned her hands on her womb mother's hips. "Go on. Touch her. She's here to show you what it feels like when you dominate another."

Cassia's hands trembled as they settled on Lara's waist. The fabric of the negligee was impossibly soft, almost like spider silk, and beneath it she could feel the warmth of her mother's skin. Lara's breath hitched at the contact, her small cock twitching against Cassia's thigh.

"I don't know what to do," Cassia admitted, feeling embarrassed.

"Yes, you do." Demetria's voice came from behind her, low and commanding. "Your body knows. Your cock knows. Listen to what they're saying."

Lara's hands came up to Cassia's face, drawing her into a kiss. It started off with a gentle exploratory pressing of lips before Lara's expert tongue slid into her mouth with growing urgency.

Cassia kissed her back, fighting her briefly and then... taking control. Cassia hands slid from Lara's waist to her hips, pulling her closer. Their bodies pressed together, breast to breast, and Cassia felt her womb mother's tiny cock nestle against her pubis while her own larger erection pressed into Lara's soft stomach.

"Take her now daughter," Demetria instructed. "Like I did you."

Cassia broke the kiss, breathing hard. "I don’t- what if I hurt you?"

Lara laughed, a soft, musical sound. "Oh, sweetheart. Your Sire is a Quintis. Your Unus cock won't hurt me. Come. Let me share myself with you." She took Cassia's hand and guided it between her legs, pressing her daughter's fingers against her already dripping pussy. "A Beta's body is designed for this. For taking cock. For being filled. It is a part of our being and nature."

Feeling reassured, Cassia tested her mother’s slickness, running her fingers through her crease. She pressed. One finger. Then two. Lara moaned, her head falling back, her small cock leaking precum onto Cassia's wrist.

"That's it," Demetria said, moving to stand behind Cassia, her hands settling on her daughter's hips. "Part of a alpha's duties, is to take care of their beta's. For their appetites are insatiable. A true alpha will give as well as take."

Cassia continued to work her fingers in and out of her mothers pussy, feeling her walls clench around each knuckle. She began to study her mother's form. Learning the rhythm of her response. Lara's moans grew more **** under her touch, her lips grinding against Cassia's palm.

Lara gasped. "Please, no more teasing me Cassia, I need it. I need to feel you."

Her mother’s needy declaration filled thrilled Cassia.

Maybe, I'm not so bad at this after all?

Cassia withdrew her fingers and repositioned herself between her mother’s parted thighs. She took a deep breath and looked down at the six inches of throbbing, eager flesh, pressing against her mothers sex.

"Look at me sweetheart," Lara said, unknowingly echoing Demetria from earlier. "I want to look at you when you take me."

Cassia blushed, meeting her mother’s gaze before pushing forward.

The sensation was nothing like earlier. Her Sire's cock had felt like a voyage into parts of herself she had never explored before, whereas sinking into her mother felt like coming home. Her mother's cunt was invitingly warm and wet, and despite her sire mother’s impressive girth, tighter than a merchant's purse, gripping her in a way that made her see stars.

"Oh, gods," Cassia moaned, sinking deeper. "Mother, you- you feel..."

"That good, huh? Your mother has a few tricks of her own." Lara's voice sounded pleased as she wriggled upon her daughter’s length, heightening the sensation.

"Fuck..." Cassia bottomed out, her entire length buried. "You feel better than good. You feel perfect."

“Aw, sweetheart. You’re going to make me blush you keep talking like that.” Lara cooed, stroking her daughter's face lovingly.

Behind Cassia, Demetria pressed against her back, her still-hard cock nudging against her arse. "You're mother's cunt is divine, isn’t it? It’s a feeling that I’ll never tire of. But, if you want to become an alpha you must hold the reigns. Never fully succumbing to the pleasure. Never surrendering control," she murmured against Cassia's ear. "Your mother likes a firm hand. Take her. Dip into her inkpot like you’re penning poetry. And while you're writing your soliloquies, tell me what you’ve learned so far."

“Yes, don’t be gentle with me sweetheart. Mommy can take it.” Lara affirmed huskily.

Cassia began to move, withdrawing almost all the way before easing back in. The rhythm came naturally, instinctively, her hips finding a pace that made her mother moan the loudest and clutch at her shoulders the hardest.

"I- I’ve learned..." Cassia gasped, thrusting harder. "I learned that being fucked feels... feels..."

"Antithetical? Or perhaps... spectacular?” Demetria probes, her hands roaming over Cassia's body, cupping her breasts, and pinching her nipples.

"More like dangerous. I didn't expect it to be so... stimulating. It felt like I was fighting a beast within me. And sometimes I wanted to lose." Cassia moaned honestly.

"But you won’t."

"No. I won’t." Cassia's thrusts grew more forceful, driving a fresh squeal of pleasure from her mother. "I could feel you testing my will. Pressing against it. But, I held onto my sense of self."

If only just.

"You held because you have a strong will," Demetria agreed. "Stronger than most Unus’ with a Quintis’ cock inside of them. But strength alone isn't enough. What else did you learn?"

Cassia thought about it even through the distraction of her own fucking, her womb mother's legs now wrapped firmly around her waist, her small cock slapping against Cassia's stomach with each thrust.

“Yes sweetheart. Just. Like. That!” Lara’s body quivered.

"I'm learning… that I want it," Cassia said resumed between breaths. "Not just the power. Not just the status. I want the act itself. I want to feel someone clench around me like this. Feel them come undone at my hand. I want to claim them with my seed and watch as they explode with ecstasy."

"And being filled?"

Cassia's rhythm faltered for just a moment. "I... I don't want to want it. But I do. Your seed. I can feel it still. To bring forth such as pleasure is a different kind of gratification."

"That's your latent beta side talking," Demetria said. "Your cunt will twist your thoughts, whispering for you to let go, to cede, be claimed. It's a part of our biology. Only a futa who becomes a beta is able to get pregnant. But just because you hear it, does not mean that you have to act upon it."

"How do I ignore it?"

"You don't." Demetria's hands gripped Cassia's ass cheeks tightly, expertly guiding her thrusts, making them deeper, harder.

"Stoicism?" Cassia panted, remembering the name of the philosophy from her studies.

"Yes. Most think that to be a stoic that you must not feel. They are mistaken. In true stoicism, you must learn to embrace it all. Only then will you come to fully understand it, and eventually, defeat it. It is mastery of the body via the mastery of one's own mind. This is what you must learn. Alphas don't let their cunts make decisions for them."

Cassia groaned, her climax building. She was close, and she could feel her mother was close too, her pussy quivering around her in anticipation.

"I t-think that I'm going to c-c-come now," Cassia warned. "Can I... should I..."

"Fill me sweetheart. Fill me and show me a glimpse of the strong, powerful alpha you will one day become." Lara declared proudly, gripping Cassia tight.

The loving declaration sent Cassia over the edge. She buried herself to the hilt, her cock pulsing, pumping load after load of hot futa cum into her mother's awaiting cunt.

Lara screamed in the same moment, her small cock spurting weakly against Cassia's stomach, her body shaking with the **** of her own orgasm.

They held each other, panting, as the waves of pleasure gradually subsided. Cassia was dimly aware of Demetria retreating behind her.

“Oh, sweetheart. That was amazing, thank you.” Lara whispered into Cassia’s ear, before kissing her cheek, and clenching her pussy lovingly around Cassia’s spent, softening member.

Cassia withdrew.

“Thanks mom.” Cassia blushed self-consciously.

"Not bad for your first time," Demetria patted Cassia’s shoulder. "Now that you are more informed, tell us, is being an alpha what you still want?"

Cassia raised her head with a newfound determination, brown eyes met her sire mothers, and in them was a fire that had only grown.

"I want to be an alpha," she said. "More than ever. I want to hold wills. I want to command betas. I want to walk into the Senate like you do and shape the society to my will. No. Our wills."

Demetria smiled, a slow, satisfied expression. "Good. Because tomorrow, you leave for the Academy. And what your mother and I have just taught you is only the beginning of what you will experience there."

She stood, pulling Cassia to her feet. Lara rose as well, the three of them standing naked together. Demetria cut the most striking figure. Lara winked at Cassia, filling her with a comforting warmth, realizing that this hadn’t changed anything between them.

"The Academy will tempt you, try to break you," Demetria continued. "They'll put you in situations designed to make you cede your will. They'll tempt you with pleasure and threaten you with pain. Some of your classmates will become betas before the first month is over. Some will drop out entirely."

"I won't," Cassia said.

"I know." Demetria pulled the three of you into a fierce embrace. "You're a Longwood. We don't break. But you must learn how to bend occasionally, how to adapt, how to survive. And eventually... how to conquer."

Demetria slapped Lara’s exposed ass with a punctuating clap, causing Cassia's mother to giggle and lean in closer. Demetria's hand remained behind her. Cassia just rolled her eyes, smiling at her parent’s playful antics.

They part and Cassia steps back. Lara’s eyes travel between her daughter and her powerful alpha wife lovingly before they subtly start to cross.

Demetria avoids Cassia's eye, trying to appear casual. As if suddenly thinking of something, Lara bends and takes a whiff of her daughter. "Daughter, my love, you smell a bit ripe, I think you should go and take a bath. It might be your last chance do do so privately, the Academy only has one shared bathhouse for its students.” Cassia’s mother warns, her voice turning slightly breathy.

Demetria's lip quirks upwards seemingly in amusement, her hand falling out from behind Cassia's mother, two of her fingers glistening. “Yes daughter, your mother is wise. I will remain here to gain more wisdom from her lips."

Stars above, they're obvious.

“Sure. Thanks moms, for um, well... everything.” Cassia blushed, gathering her discarded chiton, pulling it over her head. The fabric felt different against her skin now, more intimate somehow.

Lara was unable to reply as she was already kneeling between Demetria’s legs as Cassia exited the study, her mouth closing around her favorite treat.