Chapter 2 - Ilya

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Warning: Incest!









Irisviel couldn't help but feel a warm glow of satisfaction as she knelt there and basked in her new lifestyle. While the shame of her infidelity had haunted her briefly, the pleasure had soon overtaken the pain and she honestly couldn’t say she’d ever been happier.


“So, let me get this straight…”


His voice dragged her back to the present and ruby red eyes swam with delight as she felt him twitch at the pleasure her mouth brought him, choking and doing her best to suck him dry after the long conversation they’d just finished.


“Magic is real?”


GLURK


“You’re a mage made construct, a homunculus, and can therefore take an absurd amount of abuse while dealing equally absurd damage?”


SCHLUUUUURP~


“Your daughter is the same, and your husband is some super scary mage killer?”


GAKH-GAKH-GAKH


“Fuck, stop interrupting me bitch, now I’m CUMMING!”


Irisviel’s heart beat loudly in her ears as her massive tits lay warm and soft on his thighs, right where she had nestled her head as close as she could get to his balls while he pumped a big fat load down her slim, raw throat. Her gulping moans of enjoyment were obscene even to her own ears, but that didn’t stop Irisviel from swallowing every single drop he had to offer before pulling back as he sighed in satisfaction.


“Well then, guess there’s only one thing left to ask…”


Irisviel looked up to stare at him, licking the few errant drops that had dripped onto her tits and shuddering in joy at the hungry stare she found there.


“Can you teach me?”





“UGHHHHHH, I’M CUMMING!” She squealed, leg muscles burning as her arms flailed uselessly and she felt her abused stomach stretch under her forceful insemination.


The cock helmet scraping her cervix dry finally pulled itself free of the adulterous fuck puppet dangling in Greyson’s arms, boobbing unnatura lly as he dropped her to wetly splatter onto the cum puddle dirtying her floor.


Staring at the babbling, wild eyed bitch twitching and licking at every ‘dirty’ surface she could reach, his arm came up and he scratched ponderously at his chin, sweat dropping as she began lapping away at his calf muscles.


“We might need a little help with this one…”





Taking the sharp right turn at the end of the hallway, Ilya was sent crashing back down onto her plump posterior with a rather undignified yelp. Rubbing her backside soothingly, the white haired beauty shot a glare at the robust brick wall which had dared to get in her way. She was wrong though and instead of spitting venom, the teen was gifted with the sight of bare, rippling muscles set into a granite like chest topped with a roguish grin and sharpened eyes.


“Ooooh, are you alright sweetie? Didn’t hurt anything too bad?”


The slight tinge of pink in her cheeks exploded into a full blown blush as she looked away from the shirtless hunk to take in her embarrassing mother, cooing as she crouched down to make sure she was alright. There was no doubt in Ilya’s mind just what the two of them were coming from, judging by the ruffled state of the buxom MILF’s dress and hair. With a ruddy, well worn colour to her cheeks, glazed eyes and a sinfully tight white dress clinging to the clearly braless tits fighting to burst free, Irisviel Von Einzbern looked like a barely cognizant addict who’d just gotten their fix.


There was no beating around the bush. Her mother had clearly just gotten the fucking of a lifetime, judging by the raw excitement and lust in her eyes. What made her nervous though, was the guilt. Hidden away behind the sex fuelled haze, the darker spark in the woman’s gaze sent a trickle of anxiety deep into her stomach.


A wide, calloused palm descended into her vision and Ilya’s blush renewed itself as Greyson offered his assistance, whistling appreciatively at the young, curvy body painted with a tight white blouse and long black skirt. The stark reminder of his existence sent a thrill up Ilya’s spine as she allowed herself to be hauled up, lost in her memories of the last few days.


Her mother, the occasionally ditzy bint, surely thought that they’d been subtle in their adventures around the castle but Ilya knew better. Warmth burst to life between her thighs and the young Einzbern could feel her mound weep as scene after scene flashed through her mind. The living room, drawing room, kitchen, gardens. Each and every one, her memory of them poisoned and inflamed as she recalled her mother getting folded in two before squealing at the thick, creamy stuffing of her womb.


If such taboo thoughts weren’t enough, the sight of those dark, dominant eyes catching her in the act of spying did a fine job of leaving puddles around the house as Greyson managed to find her wherever she hid, through every crack and every peephole as she jilled her kitty to the sight of her mom getting drilled.


“M-my apologies for getting in your way.” She squeaked, coughing to clear her throat and bowing slightly to hide her crimson cheeks.


“Maa, don’t worry about it, Ilya-chan. Where’s a pretty thing like you headed anyway?” Came Greyson’s deep baritone, sending both albino women into a near invisible set of shudders as his voice seemed to travel all the way from their ears to their wombs.


“My… my bedroom?” She gulped at the interest in his gaze, powering through while shifting uneasily. “I was hoping to do a little studying before retiring for the night…”


“Ohhh?” He purred, grinning mischievously. “That’s perfect. Your mother just finished teaching me reinforcement! I was just saying how a second opinion would be good, just to make sure I got it down right. You wouldn’t mind some company, would you?”


Whatever weakened refusal she tried to stutter out died on her lips as Ilya felt his thick arm wrapping around her slight shoulders while pressing her into his side. A slight ‘meep’ broke free of her dry lips but the powerful smell of the man caressing her arm seems to slow her very thoughts.


Greyson could feel himself stiffen as he finally got his hands on the pretty little waif tucked under his arm, licking his lips and smirking as he caught the hesitant, hazy eyes of his favourite MILF.


“Well, Irisviel?” He nudged, loving the way she flushed red to match her daughter as he caught her daydreaming. “Lead the way.”


With whatever fear she felt melting before the mounting arousal, Irisviel took a deep, steadying breath before slowly turning to face the right direction, turning her back on the closely connected couple soon to be following in her footsteps.


Nothing was ever that simple though, and a harsh gasp left the younger Einzbern’s lips as the curvier woman completed her turn and exposed herself to their eyes. Ilya could barely even breathe as she absorbed the daring sight of her loving, respectable mother with her long white dress tucked up and into the sheer black lingerie stretched across her massive rump. 


The more she looked, the more her heart raced and Ilya couldn’t help the sudden flood of arousal soaking her inner thighs as the dark material contrasted starkly against the snow white skin dotted with bold red handprints. A light whimper left the poor girl as her eyes unwillingly tracked down and she saw that the scandalous underwear was actually crotchless, proudly showing off the thick rivulets of spunk leaking from her violated pussy all the way down to her knees.


The wide hipped pervert obviously heard her daughter’s astonishment and felt the way her eyes took in all of her shame, but instead of mortification she only felt hotter as a shiver rocked her curves while she swayed and strutted towards her child’s bedroom.


Ilya’s whimper turned into a stunned gasp as she felt one thick pam reach down and take hold of both her cheeks, gripping and rolling the lush meat between its fingers as she looked up into primal eyes and a wolfish grin.


“Come on Ilya-chan.” He purred, hot breath sending goosebumps along the back of her neck as she moaned breathily. “It’ll be fun!”


Without wasting a moment they were off, Ilya mewling as she stumbled along and clung tightly to Greyson's side. Nowhere she could look was safe. Either she lost herself in the slopes and ridges of his bare chested musculature or she looked forward, right into the hypnotic bounce of her mother’s heavily marked cheeks.


Finally, they made it to her room and a faint sight of relief could be heard as Greyson took the chance to have a look around. The four post bed with its rich white canopy sitting on luxurious red carpets seemed to fit the castle's theme, though the small collage of pictures of a purple haired hottie and an equally sexy girl with black pigtails ruined the grandiose vibe.


Ilya mindlessly licked her lips as she watched her mother’s wobbling ass meat saunter over to the foot of her bed. A flicker of disappointment ran through the girl as she watched the elder Einzbern turn back around to face them, but that died as soon as the stinging SMACK of Greyson’s hand resounded from the meat of her own rear to send Ilya squeaking into the arms of her randy mom, petite palms clamped onto her brightly burning tush.


Nearly neck deep in cleavage, Ilya had a short moment to wonder just what had left her mothers rack feeling so wet and sticky before the ominous locking of her bedroom door sent her spinning back around to face her attacker.


What she found there wasn’t reassuring in the least, as Greyson prowled across the luxury carpet towards her, causing Ilya to squirm deeper into the comfort of her mothers hold. She wasn’t as safe as she thought though. Two firm, mature hands stroked their way up her skirt and thighs and clamped onto her slim hips, digging into the plump and youthful meat as Irisviel surely left fingermarks in her daughter’s flawless flesh. 


The steamy pants of Ilya’s clearly aroused mother puffing against her ear was similarly un-reassuring, the wanton noises causing her to mewl and twist in the unrelenting grip while unwittingly pushing her firm rear into the plush lap behind.


“W-what’s going on?”


Her voice came out hoarse as Greyson shot an amused look at Irisviel, coming close enough that she could feel the heat off of his body as he waved the woman to explain.


“Hmm, don’t worry dear heart.” She cooed, licking her lips in excitement as Ilya stiffened beneath her fingers. “Like Greyson said earlier, he just needs a little help getting reinforcement down! You don’t mind lending a helping hand, do you?”


Ilya inhaled sharply through her nose as Irisviel’s tongue darted out to taste the sensitive skin behind her ear, exhaling harshly as the man in front pushed closer to be chest to chest, sandwiching the teen between the two. Her hands came up and pressed strongly against his front but even she didn’t know whether she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. Her breath felt hotter and the colours of her room seemed brighter as her heart fluttered and soft hands closed over her own.


Long, silky fingers threaded through the back of her own and Ilya could barely recognise her mother’s touch as they ‘forced’ her to stroke her way down his abs and into the waistband of his sweatpants, hooking in and making them both stifle a gasp as their knuckles brushed against the heat of his pelvis.


Irisviel gave a light whimper as her daughter’s lithe body rubbed against her own, aroused nipples digging into the girl's back as the elder homunculus pressed her weight forward and down. While Ilya ended up on her knees, she found herself in a familiar lewd squat as the bed behind brushed against her bare cheeks while she settled down onto her heels, legs spread wide.


“But… this isn’t how you learn reinforcement?” Ilya’s weak defence came out almost defeated as her eyes widened and she watched with both shock and awe as Greyson’s crotch began to move, the prominent bulge jutting out toward her swelling and unfurling as she knelt there.


“Shhhh, sweetie, there’s nothing wrong with learning something new!” Irisviel was almost hyperventilating in excitement as the beast before them set her lust aflame.


With a negligent jerk her finger’s went down and Ilya’s followed, tearing the form fitting black sweatpants down to the floor so fast they blurred and leaving them both to stare in admiration. The attention of two beauties so close sent Greyson straight to full mast as his length ended up bobbing relentlessly before Ilya’s nose.


The overwhelmed girl tried to recoil but had no room to move as she pushed against her panting mother, faces squished together as the older woman pushed to be as close as possible, forcing them both to bask in its glory as its heady musk began to crawl up their noses.


While Irisviel groaned, Ilya's eyes fluttered, only getting worse as a smug Greyson slapped his length down across the daughter’s face to hang above the crown of her head. A simple bead of pre-sum slid out to plop down silently onto her hair and her breath turned to a wide mouthed huff as she breathed hot, moist air across his shaft


The taboo scene before him fanned his desire and Greyson unwittingly pressed forward as he tried to feel even more, shoving Ilya’s nose into the folds of his scrotum and moaning as she gently began to snort at his undercarriage.


“Come on Ilya, we need to test if you can feel the difference!” His chest vibrated.


Ilya’s mind felt like it was blanketed in a thick fog as a single trail of fluid left her mound to soak into her panties. She tried to pull back but it just smelt so good, clogging up her nostrils as her tongue slipped out over her plump lower lip while accidentally getting a taste of his salty skin.


“B-buhhh- you’re not… not using it!” She panted, squeezing her thighs tightly together as the heat became an inferno and he sneered down at her blushing features.


“Of course I’m not, you silly little bint!” He mocked as the tip of her tongue stroked the seam of his sack, groaning and giving Irisviel the pause she needed to take over.


“You need to get familiar with him before you try to sense the difference sweetheart! Here-”


Irisviel’s fingers abandoned her daughters to grab the girl by her neck, gently massaging the soft skin as she pressed the mewling girl forward and forced her face to rub against his cock.


“You need to memorise him, his smell, his touch, his taste!”


Ilya gasped as Irisviel gripped a thick handful of her silver mane to jerk her head backwards, making her choke and send spit flying onto Greyson’s length as two long fingers hooked themselves into the corner of her cheek to stretch her mouth into a lewd ‘O’.


“That’s it you naughty girl, tongue out! That’s it, stretch it nice and far!”


Ilya was drowning in his scent and followed her mother’s orders easily, wet tongue rolling out to hang down towards her chin as strings of spit dangled from her lips. A wicked wiggle of the little pink muscle let her taste Irisviel’s fingers and the sharp tang of what she knew was pussy juice greeted her taste buds. Instead of revulsion though, she felt excitement, quim gushing in anticipation as Irisviel angled her face to slip her own tongue into the corner of her daughter’s lips so as to lick sloppily at the side of her tongue.


As she felt her mother’s tongue worm its way between her lips to mix its sweetness with her own drool, Ilya felt the pussy dampening pull on her hair drag her eyes upward even while Greyson’s schloing moulded itself to her sopping pink surface. From base to tip, the silver haired teen was forced to lick his sensitive underside, having no control and giving in completely to the MILF’s direction.


Irisviel soon let go of her child’s locks and looked on proudly as she didn’t pull away, watching as the teen lapped and slurped on the underside of her darling’s cock while the man groaned appreciatively above. She even managed to slip in a quick squeeze of those young, perky tits before her lover drew her attention once more.


“Fuuuck, that’s it! Such a good girl!” He purred, pulling back and tilting his cock down to aim at her lips before grinning as Irisviel rushed to fishhook both sides of her daughter’s mouth and open the way for him.


Ilya felt the saliva running out of her lips and onto her chin, dripping down to splatter against her blouse. She didn’t care though, eagerly welcoming her mother’s manhandling and looking up into Greyson's eyes excitedly as he plunged himself down towards her throat.


It was tight and the youngest silver haired slut was already struggling, choking and spluttering as the head ground against her tongue but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the soaking wet furnace closing around his fat cock as he moaned and began to lightly thrust.


Before he could get to deep, Ilya felt her head being torn backwards and a cry of dismay leaving her mouth, swollen lips opened uselessly as her traitorous whore of a mom dove forward to devour Greyson’s size easily, taking him all the way down her throat as she wetly glurked up and down on his shaft.


“Wait!” She pleaded, desperate to find her way back to his taste. “What about Dad!?”


Clearly reluctant, Irisviel pulled her head back with the nasty sound of her spit pipe being unclogged, licking all around her mouth as she turned to look at her daughter with eyes full of both lust and love. She twisted her wrists, wrapping the girl’s beautiful pale hair they shared tightly around her wrists and making her whimper.


“Oh, my sweet little Ilya… This is your Daddy now!”


With widened eyes and drenched panties, Ilya’s face was brutally slammed forward, Greyson’s cock leaving a burning trail as his tip blasted its way down her throat and towards her stomach. There was no mercy as Irisviel used her like a tight wet fleshlight, skull fucking her daughter off of this virtual strangers cock as spit shot from her nose and tears trailed down her cheeks.


Greyson’s head flew back as he felt the sinfully tight flesh sheath wrapped around his dick, shooting an approving look at Irisviel for her initiative as the girl on his cock gagged around him. Without a second thought his hands reached down and gripped tightly at the smiling MILF’s jaw, dragging her up onto her feet and shuddering as her curves scraped along the contours of his torso before plunging his tongue into her squealing, welcoming mouth.


She tasted sweet as ever, made even sweeter by the way she wrapped her arms around him and kept her daughter pinned to his cock, balls deep in her throat as Ilya’s eyes rolled back and the pressure of her mother’s cunt squeezed against the back of her neck. Pussy juice gushed down her bare back and all the way to the crack of Ilya’s ass as she spasmed and spluttered.


Feeling Greyson rip his tongue from its place down her throat, Irisviel was left staring in a daze before getting her head rocked by a vicious, stinging slap. Instead of pain, she moaned, a small orgasm dribbling down her legs as she stared at him gratefully with her mouth opened wide. His head tilted back and electricity across her tongue as he spat directly onto her tongue before throwing her backwards to land on the bed, giggling drunkenly as all her curves jiggled enticingly.


With the weight holding her in place removed, Ilya was able to free herself from Greyson’s cock in a desperate bid for fresh air, hauling oxygen gratefully into the depths of her lungs before gagging once more as four strong fingers plunged themselves between her lips. The pressure increased as she was dragged up onto unsteady feet but she just kept sucking and licking at his digits, eyes glowing happily as his other hand tore the blouse from her body to expose her slim, toned body and baby pink bra before spinning her around.


Nibbles and nips trailed their way up her ear and Ilya nuzzled closer as his shaft wedged itself between her tight, plump as cheeks. The hand sliding down her tummy sent tingles across her nerves and a wanton, whispered ‘yes’ sounded out loud as he dove beneath her skirt and panties to finger her sloppy pussy directly.


Before she knew it she’d been frog marched forwards, a startle yelp breaking free as she was aggressively bent forward to end up with her head between irisviel’s thighs.


The more mature Einzbern looked down in wonder at her daughter as she blew hot, steamy breaths against the fluttering lips of her cunny, hissing eagerly as that thick black skirt was dragged and flipped up over her pert white cheeks to expose her plain pink panties to the open air.


Ilya, stuck panting into her mom's crotch, felt her breath catch in her throat as soft hands cupped her face and lifted her to stare at said red faced mother. The air was cool on her soaked underwear as she looked back in wide eyed disbelief at what was happening.


Greyson groaned loudly as he stared at the hot, toned ass trembling before the heft of his cock, looking up and licking his lips at the beautiful girl near face deep in her moms ruined pussy as she shook and dribbled fem-cum all over the sheets of her bed. The temptation was too much for him and Ilya gave a wild squeak as she felt one of those big strong hands come slamming into her rump with a sharp CRACK, causing her to jump forward into her mother’s lips and make the older woman moan.


“Ooooooh~ that’s it baby! Come to mommy!” She purred as the younger girl flushed in mortification, trying to squirm back but stilling suddenly as the wet string of her underwear was suddenly pulled to the side and left to stretch stickily against the expanse of one plump cheek.


Illya's taut body flinched as the warm weight of Greyson’s schlong thudded down onto her ass, strong and throbbing as it lay nestled into the top of her crack and reached towards the middle of her back. The tremendous size of such a beast sparked real fear in the girl, which only increased as he tauntingly dragged himself lower through the meat of her cheeks to anchor himself at the entrance to her quim.


“P-please don’t” She hoarsely whispered, staring up at her mother as she looked for sympathy. “It’s too big, I won’t be able to take it!”


At her beautiful daughter’s pleading the corrupted Irisviel moaned, a wanton sound which crawled from the depths of her corrupted soul as she lustfully met those ruby red orbs over the curves of her mound, smeared with pussy cream and stained with stale jizz.


Irisviel smiled towards her warmly, fingers drifting through the girl's hair as she gently soothed her.


“Everything will be alright, my sweet. He wouldn’t put it in like that!” She giggled.


The melodious sound she’d grown up hearing relaxed Ilya greatly. That was, until he spoke.


“That’s right!” He chuckled, fingers sinking into her trim waist as his prana came to bear. “After all, this is supposed to be a lesson! We need to see just how far I’ve come!”


Ilya’s nervousness burst into panic as the confusion passed and she understood just what he was saying. Her hips bucked and her ass shook but the silver haired teen was unable to shake Greyson loose as the reinforcement began to flow throughout his body. Her knuckles whitened as Ilya sank her claws into the sheets and she felt his massive cock get even bigger, expanding and hardening even past the tremendous girth it was before as he sneered towards her mother behind her trembling back.


“Now then…” His eyes refused to leave Irisviel’s wide, anticipation filled orbs as she stared at him in awe. “Open wide!”


Irisviel gasped while Ilya screeched as he torqued his hips and mercilessly jammed the first three inches into her opening with an obscene squelch.  No matter how much she’d begged, Ilya’s supernaturally tight cunt still gushed fresh arousal as her jaw clenched shut and her breaths began to puff animalistically through her teeth.


Her pussy burned as he forced his way inside but her cries soon turned to grunts of pleasure as the fire spread to her clit, cunt wringing its pleasure from his shaft as its stranglehold tightened and flexed around him.


Greyson refused to be denied as spittle flew from his lips and his nails dug into her hips, nearly drawing blood as waves of pleasure rippled from his cock and up into his brain. Her panting wails only turned him on more as he pumped and fucked his way towards the pearly gates of her womb.


The brutality was too much for Ilya and she fell forward, devoting all her attention to gripping down on the pillar pillaging her tunnel as she fell face first  into the gooey mess that was her mothers mound. 


The smell crawled its way up her nose to grab at her brain, massaging every animalistic instinct in the young homunculus as her own mother’s gaze lit up with perverted glee. While her panicked daughter fought not to get torn in two, Irisviel’s restraint shattered and her legs began to close.


Ilya didn’t recognise the danger before it was too late and while her lower mouth spewed fem-cum onto greyson’s balls, her eyes shot open to glare in shock and betrayal at her mother as she felt those thick, plush thighs close around her neck and begin to squeeze.


The fresh air she had been sucking down so desperately with each spine tingling dig of another bitch breeding inch in her pussy tapered off into nothing as her mother sadistically cut off her airway with her own curves. The soft, warm crush of Irisviel’s legs triggered something dark deep down inside Ilya as she came around Greyson’s thrusts, face turning pink as snot and tears poured down from her face to mix with the incestuous juices being squeezed out against her chin and lower lip.


Her tongue dipped out from between her lips and unwillingly tickled the leg meat around her. Before she knew it, Ilya’s eyes had rolled back and her hips had slammed backwards into Greyson's lap, swallowing up the last few inches of his vascular cock as she came from the taste of his leftover cum which had dried on Irisviel’s skin.


Despite her brain rattling orgasm, her brain refused to give up on life as her hands shot forward to squeeze and scratch at her mother’s ass and thighs. This only turned Irisviel on more though, throwing her head back and squirting a small jet of cum all over her daughter’s neck as the girl slapped her cheeks and hips while desperately writhing in her hold.


Meanwhile, Greyson hadn’t faltered, grunting animalistically as he bottomed out in Ilya’s violently flexing cunt before tearing his hips back and ramming himself forward as he began thundering in and out. His hand came out and CRACKED against the girl's ass as it bounced welcomingly on his girth before a snarl of victory spread across his cheeks.


“Fuck, that’s good! Nice and tight, despite all the cream spurting from the little slut’s hole! Well done bitch, you somehow made the perfect cunt for me to ruin when you need a break!”


Greyson’s laughter blended with the woman’s moaning, sinking into her ears and making the shame fan her pleasure as she squished the purple tinged cheeks of her daughter above her pussy while bringing both hands up to tear her whorish dress in two.


“Yesssss~ just for you, all for you! Break her! Mold the naughty little whore to fit that magnificent fucking beast you call a cock!” She cried, viciously twisting her nipples as Greyson growled and Ilya choked.


Ilya’s muscles began to fail her as her struggles weakened, mind going blank as the thought killing pleasure radiated throughout every nerve in her body until her finally imploding towards her womb. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and her ass propped itself upwards as she arched her back and came, spraying a fine mist of fem-cum all over Greyson’s lower half while her lips twitched into a broken, cock drunk smile, teeth on display as her nose nestled into her mothers clit hood and she snorted piggishly.


“Shit, shit, shit! I’m gonna fucking cum soon!” Greyson panted, hips clapping off of Ilya’s rear as she shook and drooled into her mother’s crotch.


“Mmmmm~ FUCK, yes baby! Fill the silly bitch up, she’d look so good all swollen up with your children! Give me some big strong grandkids, Greyson!”


Irisviel’s encouragement made him laugh as his hands flew upwards to grab Ilya by the shoulder’s, ripping her backwards and free of the pressure of her mother’s thighs as she spluttered and gratefully hauled in billowing mouthfuls of air. The bruising thuds of his cock crashing against her cervix meant nothing to the upright girl as she squealed at the pleasure and sensation of full lungs.


“What do you think, slut!?” he barked, twisting Ilya’s broken face around to face him as he pounded away and watched a spark of intelligence glint behind her eyes. “Think you’d look good with a big fat belly full of my jizz? You wanna feel those perky tits of yours get nice and round before you start pumping out my brats!?”


“N-n-noooooo~” She gurgled desperately as he sneered and spat on her cheek.


Irisviel’s moans went up a pitch as she watched the grotesque and arousing sight of her daughter’s torse, bulging with her lover’s cock as he shaped her into the perfect cock socket while she plunged four fingers into her own gaping mound.


“Let me be perfectly clear, whore!” He grunted as his nuts twitched. “No matter what, I’m cumming in an Einzbern bitch! So, now you get to choose. Take a nice, big, nasty creampie in this juicy little twat? Or should I give you a heads 
brand new sibling!?”


It took far too little time for Ilya to give her answer, barely even hesitating as she licked up her salty tasting tears and felt her tits jiggle from the force of his fucking.


“Mom! Mom, mom, mom, cum in my fucking mom! THE CHEATING CUNT DESERVES IT!”


Ilya screamed her answer as Greyson snickered, looking at said woman in amusement as he wordlessly agreed.


Instead of showing anger or shame, Irisviel merely pouted, unplugging her sloppy cunny as she gripped both ankles and pulled them back to her ears. Folded in half, the mouth watering sight of her giant tits squeezing outwards was on full display as she exposed her cunt and winking asshole.


“Heyyy, that’s rude! What’s that supposed to mean?” She teased.


Her playful attitude was clearly doing something for Greyson as a wicked gleam returned to his eye and she shuddered at the sight, spreading herself wide open for his viewing pleasure and holding perfectly still as he bottomed out violently while wiggling his tongue lewdly around Ilya’s ear.


“Well, I agree with you. But I’m not switching from this perfectly formed fuck pocket to raggedy old MILF pussy! No, I have a better idea…”


Ilya’s confusion was clear to see, all the way up to him grabbing her by the graceful curve of her neck and bending her forward. A miserable moan left her lips as she was once again forced nose deep into her mother’s mound, but this time with her lips scraping the entrance to her ass while said woman hissed in anticipation above.


“Lick her.” He demanded, pressing down on the back of Ilya’s skull as she kept staring blankly into nothing with her lips closed tight. “Lick your mom’s dirty little asshole you slut.”


She shivered there, holding firm in stone cold defiance up to the moment he resumed his thrusts and broke her down into a series of snorts and moans.


“Well then, feel free to do as you want. Just remember that if she’s not ready by the time I cum, it's getting dumped inside you!”


Ilya’s squeals could have shattered glass they were so high, but Greyson just pumped harder. The clap-clap-clap of his hips crashing against her robust ass cheeks became more and more violent as he pounded away, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her slim back as she was manhandled into obedience below him.


The pleasure became too much and without any real conscious thought, her tongue limped forward. Irisviel could barely feel the brush of slime between her cheeks but she knew it had happened, resulting in a great whoosh of air as she exhaled and came, squirting into the air like a fountain and moaning as it rained dback down onto Ilya.


Greyson wasn’t satisfied though, painfully clutching at her scalp and applying crushing force to the petite girl’s spine as she was smothered in between Irisviel’s cliff-like cheeks.


“You call that licking, whore!? You better get your fucking tongue as far up into her bowels AS YOU PHYSICALLY CAN or so help me God I’ll breed you till you break!”


Ilya could only gargle helplessly in submission before doing as she was told, straightening her soft pink tongue and curling it as tightly as she could before spearing it into the monstrously tight ring of her mother’s anus. The copnstant, ass rippling fuck she was taking from behind dragged her violently back and forth until her tongue resembled a crude imitation of the copck which would soon replace it.


Despite their reactions, none were more exuberant than Irisviel! With a sickening glurk her head shot up and her eyes stared in fascination at her daughter’s eyes as they clouded with arousal, right before she felt the wriggling sensation of her child’s tongue up her backdoor and her cunt erupted, almost drowning the violated slut as she slurped it down and rimmed her mom.


“Yes, yes, yes, OH FUCK YES! THAT’S IT SWEETIE! DIG YOUR NAUGHTY LITTLE TONGUE UP MY SHIT PIPE! CLEAN IT OUT NICELY FOR YOUR DADDY’S BIG. FAT. COCK!”


The hedonistic cheering of his number one fuck puppet dragged Greyson kicking and screaming closer to the edge, the veins in his neck bulging as he fought to hold back his release and enjoy the moment for as long as possible. With a flick of his mental fortitude, prana flowed through his muscles and took hold where he needed it most. The fortification made his body glow and pushed his inevitable end back just enough to let him breathe and bask in the young cunny massaging his shaft.


A lewd groan vibrated all the way through Ilya’s body, into his balls and Greyson knew he’d done it. Her tonguing became more frantic as her mind broke and her will shattered, meaning her cries were extra sweet as he ripped her away from Irisviel’s asshole and abused his newfound strength to slap her forward, wobbingly down onto the bimbo MILF as she squeaked in glee and nuzzled at the apex between the girl’s thighs.


Ilya barely had a moment to recover as familiar inhuman hands locked onto her hips and pressed, squeezing her down onto what she now knew was her mother’s face while the woman seemingly went on to return the favour. Her eyes widened, looking overwhelmed right before she felt Irisviel’s far more experienced tongue slide easily into her own untouched anus, swirling and rolling her moist muscle while trying to drink every fibre of her daughter’s being out through her rear.


It looked like it was working too as Ilya began to bump and writhe on the curves of her mother’s face, grinding her clit onto the woman's nose as she humped away at the frantically licking woman snogging her anus!


Meanwhile, Greyson has returned to one of his favourite and most frequented places over the last couple of days. Silky skin met muscle as he caressed Irisviel’s lush calves, feeling her tremble in appreciation as they moved in sync to spread wide open and allow that angrily throbbing monster shelter at the entrance to her rump.


With her legs wrapped lovingly around his waist, Greyson began to slide forward, slowly and demandingly as he reclaimed what was already his while the buxom homunculos massaged him with her walls. Inch by inch sauntered casually forward and the man petted his most prized bitch right on her creamy toned abdomen while watching her offspring spasm and gasp ahead.


While watching her shake and writhe, irritation led through his lust and his hands darted forward, hooking into the waistband of the slut’s expensive, thick black skirt before tearing it aggressively from her body. The view was gorgeous, now completely exposed with nothing but her panties to accentuate her beauty while she rode Irisviel’s tongue. His blood pumped harder and without further ado, he dragged his hips back and slammed himself home!


It was like Greyson’s power had tripled as he went to war on irisviel’s backside, brutally punishing her with long, deep strokes as she screamed into Ilya’s asshole and choked on the fresh gush of teen fem-cum being forced up her nose and into her body. She wouldn’t have traded it for the world though, legs entrapping the completely winning man as she spurred him on to fuck her harder, leave more bruises, tear her in FUCKING TWO!


Ilya’s head fell backwards as she came again, muscles starting to scream in protest before feeling the Beast behind her reach forward and around her chest while sliding his fingers under the cups of her bra. With a pinch and a pull she screamed soundlessly, forcefully bent backwards into a bridge with her eyes crossed and her tongue waving in the air.


Seeing the mind breaking ahegao, he couldn’t resist simply leaning forward, deeper into Irisviel while slurping up the deliciously sweet offering of his newest cum pocket, moaning deep in his chest while forcing her to swallow the mixing of their saliva.


She had no idea how long it lasted but eventually Ilya’s worldview blurred sickeningly, ending with her staring back at the man who had ruined her for any other as her mother continued to scream joyously, but this time into her pussy. 


That tongue which had brought her to the brink of exhaustion dove its way into her recently stretched hole while devouring the cream she leaked freely and Ilya felt herself being pushed forward once again, this time to land in a squirming sixty-nine with her mother as the woman’s giant breasts cushioned her stomach as she got another close up look at Greyson’s member.


His fingers slid through her hair and Ilya felt her mouth water as he gripped her mother by the hip and pulled, the obscene sound of his length schlorping free of Irisviel’s wide and gaping asshole melding with the bitch’s sorrowful whimpers.


Before she knew it, she’d opened her lips eagerly and not gone disappointed as he burrowed his way back down her keen to prove throat, the nasty glurk-glurk-glurk of her sloppy throat pussy making him growl as she gargled him down and looked back unflinchingly through the taste of her soiled parent’s shitter.


With a sack squeezing jerk his balls told him it was time, his magic failing him as it fell to the inevitable and his pipe began to widen in preparation.


The sight of such masculine depravity nearly made Ilya sob in regret as she felt that delicious fucking cock rip itself free of her needy tongue and lips so that it could cram its way up her screeching mothers gooey snatch. Her pain certainly wasn’t helped by her big titted skank of a mother not shutting up.


“OOOOOHHHH FFFFFFF- YEEEEESSSS~ Give it to me! All of it, pump me full fuck it up in to my guts! Look Ilya, Master Greyson’s dumping his thick nasty load in my womb! It’s soooo hot, I’m so full! Breed me, breed me, breed me, CUM UNTIL I DROWN~!”


The pleasured cries came to an abrupt halt as a cum drunk gave a slutty grin, laid one long lick between the lips of her daughter’s pussy and bit down on her clit! The pain made Ilya gasp but the pleasure made her howl, mouth opened wide in a rictus of joy as her eyes went blank and she spurted steaming hot fem-cum down her mother’s throat before collapsing forward to nuzzle the top of Greyson’s cock, nose blowing bubbles in the thick cock snot being forced out of Irisviel’s cunt with each fresh and healthy pump.


For a time, all was silent in the sex haze smothered bedroom of the youngest Einzbern. Then, with a negligent and uncaring shove, Irisviel shunted gher daughter over to lie limply on her side. That didn’t matter though. As she opened her arms wide and smiled with all the love in her heart, Greyson easily accepted her embrace, squeezing their sweaty chests together as they moulded into a single mass of love and lust. His hands dug under all that plush MILF meat to grope and mould her fat rump while her tongue pried open his eager lips to playfully bat away at his tongue.


They stayed there, gorging themselves on the taste of each other and Irisviel’s unacknowledged progeny as they slurped and moaned before finally pulling back the blanket to slip quietly under. As they spooned together and Irisviel moaned at having her full to bursting womb stretch deliciously out from her torso, Ilya lay there, forgotten and left as nothing more than a sex stained warmer for their feet as they held eachother and drifted off into a warm, satisfied sleep.


