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How did it come to this? Just an hour ago, I was in bed with my new wife, and now I was in a bathtub getting fucked by her aunt/mother.
Damnit!... It was my fault for being so horny in the first place.
But fuck! Her cock was huge, even bigger than mine.
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The warm water sloshed around us as Beatrice began to move, her hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, each motion deliberate, measured — the kind of control only a royal succubus could wield. Her cock filled me completely, stretching me in ways I hadn't thought possible.
"Ahhh~" I moaned, my fingers gripping the edge of the tub as I tried to steady myself against the onslaught of sensations.
"Mmm... You feel amazing, Azariel," Beatrice purred, her voice a low, sultry growl that sent shivers down my spine. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "I've wanted to do this since the moment I first saw you."
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Her hand traced my jaw, then slid down my throat, pressing lightly — not to choke, but to remind me who held power here. The water splashed around us as she quickened her pace, slamming into me again and again, each stroke harder and deeper than the last.
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"Ahhh~... fuck." A broken, needy cry tore from my lips as she bottomed out inside me, her cock swelling just enough to stretch me further, to make me feel her in every nerve, every fiber of my being.
A succubus would instinctively adapt to her partner's needs and desires. However, I felt like Beatrice was controlling that process somehow. I really don't have any idea why, but it was driving me insane with desire. My body was reacting in two different ways each time she thrust in and pulled out of my pussy.
"AHHHHHHH~"
I moaned, my back arching off the edge of the tub, my wings spreading out as far as they would go.
"Good girl," she purred. Her hand slid from my hip to my thigh, gripping it firmly as she pulled me even closer. The angle shifted, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan as she hit a spot that made my vision blur. "Such a good, obedient daughter~"
The word sent a jolt through me — daughter — and something deep inside me twisted, not in resistance, but in recognition. It was hard to think past the haze of lust, but I managed to put together a single coherent thought — it felt like coming home.
"Ahhh! Fuck, Mother..!" The word slipped out before I could, forbidden and sweet on my tongue. Her eyes flashed with delight, and she rewarded me by picking up the pace.
"Heheh." She chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against my skin as she nipped at my ear. "That's right. Say it again while I fuck you."
"M-mother Beatrice…" I gasped between breaths, my tail instinctively wrapping around her waist, pulling her in as if I could merge our bodies completely. "Please, I... I can't!"
"Can't what?" she murmured, her pace never faltering, her cock dragging against that spot inside me that made my toes curl. "Can't take it? Or can't stop taking it?"
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She was right. The word 'Daughter' was burned into me, but I couldn't stop. I didn't want to.
"I... I... Mmm~"
I lost track of time, my awareness narrowing down to a single point — Beatrice's cock. Every hard, relentless thrust sent pleasure radiating out from my core, overwhelming me, until there was nothing but her — the feel of her, the smell of her, the sound of her.
And then she stopped.
"!!!" My eyes snapped open, meeting her crimson gaze, which burned with something far more intense.
"Shhh~" she whispered, her tongue tracing the curve of my ear. "You asked for the Womb Crest, didn't you? This is part of the ritual."
Before I could ask what she meant, she leaned in — and bit me.
Not a playful nip. Not a teasing graze.
Her fangs sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder, piercing deep, and I screamed as fire erupted in my veins. It wasn't pain — no, it was more, something ancient, a power that burned as it seeped into me, rewriting something fundamental in my very soul. My vision whited out.
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Beatrice didn't miss a beat. Her hips began to move again, fucking me in a merciless rhythm, driving me to orgasm again and again. When my vision cleared, Beatrice was licking the wound closed, her tongue warm and soothing against my skin. Her cock was still buried inside me, but the world felt… different. Sharper. More alive.
"What… did you…?" I panted, my voice rough.
"The Royal Bloodline Mark," she murmured. "A gift. Only the matriarch of a succubus bloodline can bestow."
"I'm sorry, my dear." She smiled, slow and satisfied, her thumb brushing over my lips. "But I couldn't let you go without it. We don't want anyone to take you from us now, do we?"
"You... you marked me?" I blinked, my mind struggling to process her words.
"Not just marked," she corrected, her hips rolling again, drawing a shuddering gasp from me. "I claimed you. You are mine now, Azariel. My daughter. My heir." Her voice dropped to a growl. "And soon… my wife."
The implications hit me like a physical blow.
Wife.
The word echoed in my skull, sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me. I was no longer just Eva's lover — I was a daughter, a sister, and a wife.
"I see that I made an impression~" Beatrice purred, and she smirked. "Does it feel good, my dear?"
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"Y-your wife?" I stammered, my claws digging into the slick marble of the tub. The water around us was nearly boiling from the intensity of our union, steam curling around us like a living thing. The thought was terrifying and intoxicating all at once. Eva's wife and now Beatrice's wife? The power dynamics alone were enough to make my head spin.
"Yes, Azariel," Beatrice purred, her crimson eyes locking with mine, fierce and possessive. She leaned in, her lips brushing against my jaw, trailing down to the fresh bite mark on my shoulder. "You're part of my bloodline now. My daughter in power, my heir in legacy… and soon, my wife in bond."
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Her hips snapped forward, punctuating her words with hard, punishing thrusts that made me gasp. The new mark on my neck throbbed, a burning reminder of her claim, a brand of ownership that felt more profound than any magic I had ever known. It was a sigil of belonging, woven into my very essence.
"Fuck, Beatrice…" I groaned, my head tipping back as my body arched into her. My tail tightened around her waist instinctively, desperate to keep her close. "You can't just... ahh!... drop that on me like this!"
"Heheh." She chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, but I can, darling. And I will. You're mine now, every inch of you."
Her hand slid down to grip my ass, pulling me tighter against her, forcing her cock even deeper.
"Say it. Tell me you're mine."
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I bit my lip, trying to hold back the words, but the relentless pressure of her thrusts and the heat of her gaze broke me down. My body betrayed me, clenching around her, silently begging for more.
"Yours," I gasped, the word torn from my lips. "I'm yours, Mother Beatrice."
"Louder," she demanded, her voice a dark command that brooked no refusal.
"YOURS!" I screamed, my voice raw with pleasure and submission. "I'm yours, Mother! Your daughter, your wife!"
The smirk that bloomed on her face was devastatingly beautiful, a predator's satisfaction mixed with a chilling tenderness.
"Good girl," she growled, rewarding me with a particularly brutal thrust that made my vision blur. Her hand moved from my ass to my breast, squeezing hard, the other one rolling my nipple between her fingers until I whimpered. "That's right. Let it sink in. You belong to me."
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The water churned violently around us, the heat of it mingling with the raw fire coursing through my veins. I could feel the mark on my neck pulsing like a second heartbeat. It wasn't just a bite — it was a promise. A bond. The Royal Bloodline Mark, she'd called it. I didn't fully understand what it meant, but my body did. My soul did. My succubus nature hummed in response to her, as if I'd been waiting for this my entire life.
"Fuck, Beatrice, slow down!" I gasped, my voice ragged as my claws scraped against the marble edge of the tub, trying to find something to hold onto. My wings twitched, overstimulated, brushing against the wet surface with every brutal push of her hips.
"Slow down?" she purred, her tone dripping with dark amusement. Her crimson eyes glinted with hunger as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing my ear. "You don't want that, Azariel. I can feel how much you're craving this."
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She wasn't wrong. My body was screaming for more, even as my mind struggled to keep up with the implications of her claim. Her hand on my breast squeezed harder, thumb flicking over my nipple, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
"Shit, I can't... ahh!... think straight," I moaned, my tail tightening around her waist, pulling her in even deeper. "What the hell does being your wife even mean?"
"Oh!~" Beatrice's smirk widened, and she slowed her thrusts just enough to let her words sink in, though her cock stayed buried deep inside me, pulsing with heat. "It means you're bound to me, darling. Body and soul. You'll stand at my side, share my power, my bed… my everything."
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She slammed into me again, hard, as if to punctuate her point. The water splashed over the tub's edge, soaking the marble floor, but she didn't care. Her other hand slid down my thigh, gripping tight, adjusting the angle so she could hit that spot inside me that made me... well, agree on everything she said.
"Fuck, this is... too much."
"Too much?" she chuckled, her voice low and teasing. She leaned down, dragging her tongue over the mark, making me shiver. "You're a succubus, Azariel. You were born for this. Born to take everything I give you."
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"AHHHH!"
"Say it again," she growled. Her pace became savage to the point that she could split a normal human in two. "Tell me who you belong to."
"Fuck, I'm yours!" I cried out, my voice breaking as the pleasure built to a shattering peak. "Yours, Mother Beatrice! Your daughter, your fucking wife!"
"That's it," she hissed, her thrusts growing erratic as her own pleasure started to build. Her fingers didn't stop, working my clit until I was a trembling mess beneath her. "Scream it for me, Azariel. Let everyone in this damn realm hear who owns you."
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"I'm yours! Yours!" I screamed, reaching my climax for the — I lost count — time. My whole body went rigid, my walls clamping down around her, milking her for all she was worth. And Beatrice didn't disappoint.
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With one brutal thrust, she slammed inside me, impaling her cock deep as she came. Her hot cum flooded me, filling me to the brim until I thought I would burst. It was an insane amount, far more than I could handle, but my body took it all.
"Damn… you're gonna destroy me," I panted, my body slumping against the tub, the warm water soothing my aching muscles. I felt raw, exposed, like every nerve in my body had been stripped bare. The bite mark on my neck throbbed in time with my hammering heart.
Beatrice chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that vibrated through my body. She didn't pull out; instead, she stayed inside me, her cock still pulsing, still releasing small spurts of her seed as she nuzzled into my hair.
"Nonsense, my dear. I'm merely… remodeling you into something unstoppable."