My Wives are Beautiful Demons-Chapter 657: Mother-Daughter Domination II (R-18)
Chapter 657: Mother-Daughter Domination II (R-18)
Vergil slowly uncrossed his legs, clapping once. “You two look beautiful,” he said, smiling. “Now, Jenga. Same rules: tremor, paper. Tower falls, double penalty. Katharina, your turn to start.”
Katharina blinked, still dazed, her arms half-crossed over her chest as if to hide something.
“M-me… now? Like this?” Her voice came out in a squeak, her hard nipples tracing visible dots on the tight bodysuit. She glanced at Sapphire, who crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even more, the bell giving a provocative jingle.
“Stop whining, girl,” Sapphire growled, but there was a glint in her eyes—a mixture of anger, resignation, and something warmer, treacherous. “He won’t stop until we’re done. Just play.” She leaned forward, her breasts swaying heavily, almost spilling out of her top.
Katharina swallowed hard, reaching out her trembling hand toward the reconstructed tower. She chose a piece in the middle, pushed slowly… scrrk. Nothing. She carefully pulled, placing it on top. The tower swayed for a millisecond, but stabilized.
Vergil nodded. “Good. Sapphire.”
The demon queen snorted, but obeyed, her precise fingers touching a low piece. She pushed—trrk. A subtle tremor, almost nothing. She pulled anyway, flawlessly, and leaned back, her breasts rising and falling with controlled breathing.
“Your turn, you scoundrel.” She said, even knowing he wasn’t going to play with them!
Vergil chuckled softly, spinning the cube of papers. “It’s not me playing. Continue.”
Rounds followed in increasing tension. Katharina sweated, her bodysuit clinging to her damp skin; Sapphire maintained her pose, but the little bell betrayed minimal movements. The tower was unstable, tall and fragile.
Then, Katharina’s mistake. She touched an unstable piece—a wobble. The tower visibly shook, pieces vibrating like a miniature earthquake.
“Oh, no…,” she groaned, recoiling.
Vergil grinned, picking up the cube. He turned it, fishing out a piece of paper. He read it. His eyes gleamed. “Punishment for the bunny: massage your mother’s breasts for two minutes. Complete. No complaining.”
Katharina froze, her face bursting red. “W-WHAT?!”
Sapphire raised an eyebrow, her arms slowly uncrossing, exposing her ample breasts. “Vergil, you—”
“Rules,” he cut in, his voice steely. “Or succubus blood again. And this time, ten shots.”
Katharina looked at her mother’s breasts—enormous, hypnotic, the pink nipples hardening beneath the thin top.
“S-sorry…” Katharina said shyly.
“Just do it.” Sapphire said, bringing her breasts closer and turning her face away to avoid looking at her.
Katharina’s hands trembled as she approached, touching the sides first. Soft. Heavy. She massaged slowly, squeezing, feeling the heat pulsing.
“Mnnh~” Sapphire bit her lip, a low moan escaping despite herself, her breasts jingling with the movements. “M-mm… firmer, you idiot,” she murmured, her eyes half-closed.
Two minutes dragged on like an eternity. Katharina felt her panties soaked, the tingling between her legs unbearable. When she stopped, breathless, Vergil clapped softly. “Good girl. Sapphire, play.”
Irritated and blushing, Sapphire was too aggressive—CRACK. A strong tremor. She cursed under her breath.
Vergil picked up the paper, reading it with a sadistic smile. “You: suck Katharina’s nipples for one minute each. Use your mouth properly.”
Sapphire growled, but obeyed, pulling Katharina closer.
“Hold on still.” She slid the bodysuit down, exposing the perfect G-cups, nipples hard as rocks. She sucked the first—slurp—her tongue swirling, sucking with contained demonic force.
Katharina arched her back, moaning loudly, “A-ahh! M-mother… no…!” But her hands went to Sapphire’s head, pulling involuntarily. The second nipple came next, wet and swollen. Sapphire’s little bell tinkled rhythmically.
Vergil adjusted his pants, his cock now hard as a rock. “Continue.” More rounds. Tremors. Perverted questions:
“What’s your biggest fetish?” (Katharina: “Being dominated…”);
“Have you ever thought about a threesome with your daughter?” (Sapphire: “Now that’s something, hell”).
Then, catastrophe: Sapphire brought down the entire tower. CRASH.
Vergil stood up, eyes blazing. “Perfect double punishment.” He picked up the paper slowly. He read aloud: “Kiss each other. Deep tongue. Hands on each other’s breasts. Until I say stop.”
The air crackled. Katharina and Sapphire looked at each other—shame, desire, hatred mixed together. Sapphire grabbed her daughter’s nape first, pulling her into a fierce kiss. Tongues intertwined, wet and hungry, moans echoing. Hands on breasts: Sapphire squeezing Katharina’s G-cups, fingering nipples; Katharina massaged her mother’s H-cups, feeling the milk throb.
Vergil watched, hand on his pants. “Deeper…” Minutes passed, saliva dripping, bodies pressed together—cow and bunny in forced ecstasy.
Finally, he stopped. “Ready.” He said and looked up, their expressions were simply… crazy.
Sapphire and Katharina separated slowly, breathless, as if the kiss had sucked the air from the entire room.
Their bodies, still pressed together in a tangle of lascivious curves and minimal fabrics, glistened with sweat and saliva, the air heavy with the musky scent of female arousal—a treacherous perfume of wet pussies and throbbing breasts.
The little bell on Sapphire’s neck tinkled faintly with each irregular breath, a mocking reminder of the chaos they had become.
The milk cow was a spectacle of mature and wild decadence. Her enormous H-cups, now free from the poorly contained top that had slipped to the sides during the frenzied kiss, hung heavy and swollen, swaying with her heaving chest.
Her pink nipples, thick as ripe grapes, were hypersensitive and erect, glistening with fresh saliva from her own daughter’s mouth—red marks from recent sucking made them throb visibly, as if begging for more. Drops of sweat trickled down the ample curves of her breasts, tracing paths across the black and white patches of the vulgar print, accumulating on the lace of her mid-waisted panties, which were now soaked and clinging to her shaved vulva.
Her full, swollen lips oozed a viscous honey, running down her thick thighs encased in long stockings, leaving glistening trails that betrayed her forced surrender. Her face—always so regal—was destroyed: lips swollen and red from bites, saliva dripping down her chin, cheeks flushed in a deep blush that rose to the pointed ears of the cow-head tiara.
Her half-closed eyes, glazed with lust and rage mixed together, fixed on Vergil with a burning hatred, but her body betrayed everything: hips moving involuntarily, as if yearning to be filled. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, the little bell jingling, and growled softly:
“You bastard… you used succubus blood for this… no… it has Ginseng… too old… aphrodisiac… You—” She couldn’t even speak properly, after all, she was thirsty for sex. That bastard had dominated her!
Well, not only her… the submissive and ashamed little bunny was also crazy, she was a well of erotic embarrassment raised to the nth power. Her perfectly perky G-cups overflowed from the black bodysuit stretched to its limit, the fabric now damp and translucent with sweat and saliva, molding each lascivious curve like an obscene glove—her hard nipples, sucked and swollen by her mother’s hungry mouth, pointed like pink diamonds, throbbing with insane sensitivity, surrounded by reddened, suction-filled areolas.
The bodysuit dug between her thick thighs, exposing her completely soaked thong, which barely contained her swollen, dripping pussy: pink, fleshy lips pulsed openly, a trickle of moisture running down her translucent black stockings, leaving her legs trembling with uncontrollable excitement.
Her pert buttocks, accentuated by the high cut of the bodysuit, contracted in nervous spasms, as if begging for spanks. Her face was a catastrophe of corrupted innocence: eyes wide and moist with tears of shame, cheeks burning like embers, lips parted and swollen from deep kisses, with strands of saliva still connecting them to Sapphire’s.
The bunny ears on the tiara trembled with her head bowed, white cuffs and bow tie disheveled, and she instinctively covered her breasts with her arms, but only managed to squeeze them tighter, forcing muffled moans.
“V-Vergil… please… I… uh~”, Katharina murmured, her voice trembling and broken like shattered glass, her whole body convulsing in waves of treacherous tingling that made her rub her thick thighs together, the black bodysuit creaking against her damp skin.
“Don’t be mean to me… I’m a good girl…”, she pleaded, her moist eyes pleading, as an unbearable heat spread from her soaked pussy to every nerve, leaving her breathless and submissive.
“We haven’t even started yet,” Vergil replied with a guttural laugh, his eyes blazing with pure sadism.
He raised a hand, scattering a thick, pink aphrodisiac powder into the air—a dense, sweet mist that enveloped mother and daughter like a sinful veil, seeping into their nostrils, pores, and throbbing pussies.
Sapphire coughed slightly, her H-cups jiggled with the impact, while Katharina groaned loudly, the powder clinging to her sweaty skin and amplifying the fire between her legs.
Then, with a demonic glint in his eyes, Vergil grabbed the remaining bottle of Succubus Blood mixed with 10,000-year-old Ginseng—a forbidden potion, thick and crimson like infernal semen.
Glup! Glup! Glup!
He swallowed it all at once, the liquid running down his chin, veins visibly pulsing beneath his skin as the power washed over him. His eyes transformed: two flaming red hearts swirling in his irises, pupils dilated with insane lust, his cock now a throbbing mast stretching his pants to the limit.
“Come on, now the game is about to change,” he growled, his deep, demonic voice echoing like low thunder, rising from the armchair with the grace of a supreme predator. “The game is now ‘I am the King.'”
His gaze fell upon the pile of perverted toys still untouched on the table.
He approached slowly, his steps heavy, and fished out two pieces with a sadistic grin: a black and white cow tail, with a thick, textured anal plug vibrating slightly; and a fluffy black rabbit tail, attached to an even wider anal plug, with a ring-shaped base for pulling.
“You forgot these,” he taunted, swinging the two in the air like obscene trophies before tossing them—the rabbit tail to Sapphire, who caught it with a frustrated growl, and the cow tail to Katharina, who dropped it between trembling feet, blushing violently.
“Help each other put this in their butts. If you take too long, you’ll get a spanking.” Vergil ordered, his voice a whip of absolute authority, red hearts pulsing in his eyes as he settled back in, his throbbing cock on display, ready for the next act of total domination.
