Academy Days: Queen Bee – 7 [❤️❤️❤️]

The sun sets on Camelot, the snowbanks the mostly empty streets a nice peachy hue. Of course, you’re too busy getting plowed against the window to properly enjoy, your breasts dragging across the cold glass as your breath fogs it up. You are Monday, and you’re taking out Andromeda’s new boyfriend, Brad Topper, out for a ride.

“You’re, ah, so, ah, big!~”

Not really.

Brad is more on the average side, and is really rather amateurish at dicking girls against a wall. A healthy bit of hypnotism and sexy manipulation will get him in a good enough state to present to Andromeda. After all, you can’t give your pet a two-pump chump as a present! No, you’re going to milk Brad until he’s got a nice nine-inch cock and a set of very productive testes so he can drown your pets in pleasure.

Just the thought of turning Brad into a dominant male, shooting his thick jizz over Andromeda and Prudence’s fat knockers…mf~

Your pussy tightens on his member and he lets out a shuddering groan, hot cream splattering across your inner walls.

“Wow…thanks, that was…awesome.” He pulls out as he wipes away his sweat.

That’s it? That was barely twenty minutes. That won’t do.

You stop him from pulling up his pants and push him into one of the classroom seats.

“Hey, what gi—Mf!” You interrupt him with a kiss, impaling yourself  once more on his rod.

“You’re so big!~ Your balls make so much cum!~ Let’s go again!” You whisper hypnotic phrases in his ear, sexily hiccupping every time his genitals grow a bit bigger. “You’ve got a massive cock!~ No wonder all the girls want to give you a ride!~”

Making him a bit more dominant in bed is a big plus. He loses himself to pleasure, thrusting into you harder as he squeezes your ass. He throws his head back and unleashes a manly grunt as his hot spunk paints your insides…you bite your lip.

“Haah, haah…wow. I’m…spent…”

No, he isn’t. He still isn’t big enough. You flex your kegels and shift yourself around his flagging erection.

“You can go some more. You’ve got a massive cock. You’ve got balls that need to be milked by a slut every hour.” You whisper some more, purring with satisfaction as his member finally meets your standards. “That’s it, baby~ Show me how a perfect stud uses his cock~”

His DESIRE is running dry. That won’t do! You pull more from him as you ride him for a third round, the tip of his improved cock knocking at the edge of your womb as he raggedly humps inside you. Hmm, he seems a bit paler than when you started. And the bags under his eyes are a major turnoff.

The cum he shoots inside you is lacking. Watery, despite the larger emission. You click your tongue and pull yourself off him, his eyes hazy with exhaustion despite the impressive, and a little bit red, member. He slumps in the chair and struggles to catch his breath. Maybe you shouldn’t have drained him of DESIRE and cum as you changed bis body.

You shrug. You didn’t know you could pull that much DESIRE from a single man in the first place. It’s good to know mortal limits.

You get dressed and leave the classroom, where Rosebush waits obediently by the door.

“Clean up.” You command the maid as you button up your blouse. “That’s what we’re here to do, after all.”

The redhead nods dutifully and walks into the room with a mop, a bucket, and a vibrator poking through her soaked panties. Those gobbos made you pay out the nose for such a simple tool, but you find the investment worth it.

You walk through the empty hallways, feeling quite proud of yourself for this idea. Now that the Holy Knights and the Knights of the Principality are pulling out of Camelot to deal with the demon invasion, and people were more scared about staying out after dark, there is a prime opportunity for some fun. Especially with the messes Equinox and Solstice seemed keen on starting in their dorm, ones that escalated into a full-on factional rivalry that bled into class buildings and other dorms.

When Chrono Phoenix offered their services to help patrol the nearest buildings to their sorority as prefects, you had Prudence and Andromeda graciously do the same. Those stuck-up bitches at Chrono gave the perfect pretext for you and your girls.

Now the most popular sorority in Camelot is working hard, offering their services for one of the lesser-used buildings on campus. Sweeping for magical traps, chasing away boggarts and pixies, and otherwise helping staff that worked late.

With the amount of heavy breathing, there’s no chance somebody can see what’s going on behind the fogged-up glass. You wander the hallway, appreciating the sexy sounds echoing from some of the rooms. You linger by them, happily drinking in the DESIRE your hard-working sorority sisters pull from teachers and students alike.

In one room, a pair of girls wearing nothing but scarlet scarves around their necks work together on pleasuring a dwarven history teacher. Vira loudly slurps and gags on his surprisingly long cock, enjoying the old bearded man’s taste with loud hums. Selene drew the short straw, eating out his ass so he could cum inside Vira’s mouth faster. With this, you’re bound to get a good grade in Professor Wreck Tomn’s class.

You hang by another room, smiling and waving at the pink-haired elf teacher getting her womanhood massaged by Nyra as a pair of fat-cocked students jack themselves off in front of her. Totally worth spiking her tea, her class on Global Politics was dryer than her pussy. You flash the elf your tits as she arches back in pleasure, enjoying the conflicted awakening bisexuality in her eyes.

You hear Addie’s squeals of pleasure before you feel her DESIRE, and you find the young teacher on the break room couch with her legs in the air as a small line of horny men wait their turn. She must be doing a casting call. From the puddle of cum under her, she’s going to get pregnant before she finds the best performer.

So maybe some of your girls let slip to their male friends that you’d all be here tonight. And maybe you chose this building because the faculty were giving you and your girls a harder time. More men turned up than you expected, but that’s okay. The main event is more than capable of handling it!

You follow one of the larger sources of DESIRE in the building, climbing up the stairs to a modified waiting room. Yucca was a wonderful bit of help with the earth magic she’s learned in Basic Arcana, splitting the former administrative room into two halves. You ignore the plapping and the manly groans from the main entrance, slipping in through the back way to find one of your pets.

And her mother.

“Ah, Monday!” Cassiopea lowers her teacup and smiles brightly. “I was just telling my daughter how much progress Life Phoenix House has made with Prudence as its President. And Andromeda as its treasurer, I suppose.”

“Mother…” Andromeda grits her teeth. “Must you? In front of Monday?”

“Oh, don’t mind me.” Your green eyes glimmer with the barest hypnotic influence. “In fact, act like I’ve left the room.”

The mother-daughter pair blink. The hypnotism hits them gently, and they accept it without any resistance.

“There she goes.” Andromeda rolls her eyes. “You chased away my best friend with your comments.”

“Now, Andy…” Her mother chides, ignoring her daughter bristling from the nickname. “It’s just the truth! Why, Prudence has made quite a name for herself. You know they’re calling her the Elegant Diamond, right?”

She’s probably shifting her legs around excitedly. You can’t exactly see them at the moment, with the wall in the way. You hand lingers between your legs, playing with your delicate folds underneath your clothes.

“So named for her chosen element in her magical duels, I know.” Andromeda huffs. “How many times do I need to remind you that I’ve being called the Velvet Heart? Or is stealing the show at the model International Summit and securing the support of the Nyx noble house not up to your standards?”

You had to push Andromeda to reach her potential. In a way, it makes sense. Andromeda took the least amount of work to get her body just right. At the moment, her large bust surpasses her mother’s, and when her collar is activated her gigantic tits are a sight to behold. In comparison, Prudence needed the most work on her body and the least on her mind to really shine in Camelot.

“She’s also exceeded expectations at her internship.” Cassiopea blatantly ignores Andromeda’s comment. “Why, her designs are turning heads even among the veteran models!”

Rage simmers behind Andromeda’s eyes. She raises her cup of cold tea to her lips in an effort to calm herself. With their expensive (modest) clothes and delicate movements, the two appear to be perfectly poised aristocrats. The only odd thing about them would be the fact that their torsos poke through a pair of perfectly sealed holes in the wall, earthen walls sealing the partition where receptionists would normally talk to students.

Looking at them bicker like everything is normal has you slowly teasing your clit, enjoying the flood of DESIRE on the other side of the wall. Wednesday may think she’s the best at hypnotism, but she can eat your taint; the system you set up is genius.

“I wonder how much longer this special massage session will last.” Cassiopea hums into her teacup. “I do feel more relaxed, but I’d like to get home to your father. He’s grown worried as of late.”

You almost cum right there. Her husband is right to worry. You’ve had her fucking strangers every time she visited.

You walk over to the main entrance and peek into the room. The line of men in this room dwarfs the one for Addie, with nothing but the biggest cocks in the building waiting their turn to violate the pair of perfect asses in the wall. You’re proud of the hypnotism you layered on the mother-daughter duo, their bottom halves reacting properly to the deep dickings as the pleasure gets ‘stored’ in the back of their conscious minds. A massive black cock thrusts into Andromeda’s spraying cunny, her ass cheeks jiggling happily with each thrust. An elf pistons his lengthy rod into the smaller-yet-still-impressive MILF’s womanhood, his slaps adding another layer of red marks on her butt. Both girls wear matching sets of stilettos and thongs, with at least a dozen filled condoms tied to each thong.

Yucca is in the corner, kneeling and fluffing the biggest men’s cocks with a wide grin. She’s making sure they wear their condoms before they have their fun with the wall pussies. She notices you and throws up a peace sign as she wraps a condom around a cock with her mouth.

“They’re, huff, supposed to be a mother and daughter, right?” The elf fucking Cassiopea says. “This one’s got to be the daughter, she’s got smaller hips!”

“But this one, huff, is so much tighter!” The one plowing Andromeda’s pussy grunts. “Maybe the, huff, mother’s a slut?”

“Ha! They’re both sluts!” The elf hilts inside the MILF, her legs trembling from the pleasure before he pulls out, snapping the used condom out of the cunny with a spray of arousal. “That makes fourteen in this one!”

“And unf~ sixteen in this one!” The human groans, Andromeda’s legs lifting up to lock around his waist until she milks everything out of him. “Fuck! This one has to be the mother’s coochie! Just look at her hips!”

You giggle to yourself and keep walking, heading to the other major source of DESIRE.

The building’s main lecture hall is populated by several dozen men, just as naked as the ones fucking Andromeda and Cassiopea. Some of them are being tended to by your sorority sisters, bouncing girls on their cocks or letting out manly groans as girls bob their heads between their legs. You smile at Faye, one of your newer members, when she catches your eye. She’s such a dutiful girl, getting bent over a back rest with her scarlet scarf gagging her mouth. The guy fucking her has her arms held behind her back, trembling happily when you get behind him and whisper how well he’s doing and fondle his swinging balls.

The orgy in the seats isn’t the main event. The purple haired elf squatting on the stage, wearing a lewd puppy play outfit while she’s squirting her brains out as she sucks three different cocks has a whole crowd of fans masturbating to her.

It took a nifty bit of enchanting and hypnotism so nobody would recognize her. How many more men would be here, shoving their cocks in her face and masturbating with her hair, if they knew it was the school-wide phenomenon, the Elegant Diamond, Prudence Gemsong?

Probably a lot more. Ash and Rosebush already have enough trouble cleaning up after her bukkakes as is. Though just the thought of her being revealed as a massive, big-boobied, bimbo slut is enough to get your engine running.

You join them on stage, purring as you jack two men off so they can glaze her face with even more jism. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, eagerly accepting the donations of several men on her face and in her mouth. Playing the part of a horny bitch, barks especially loudly when your own spray of femcum joins the rest of the sexual fluids on her face.

“New outfit!” Hazel calls from behind the curtains she set up.

Prudence gets on all fours to crawl to the curtains, careful to shake her fat ass with every step to wag the tail plug lodged inside her. You join your pet behind the curtain, where Hazel undresses her and washes her off with some water magic. The collection of dresses you have is from Prudence’s internship, rejected outfits you’ve ‘corrected’ for her use. Once she’s washed off, the special hypnotism you prepared for today’s event activates, and her sex goddess proportions shrink to manageable sizes.

“Oh, Monday!” Prudence’s eyes glimmer with managed awareness, only glazing over slightly when she over the undergarments Hazel is helping her in. “I’m so glad you organized this test run of my projects! Everyone seems to love it!”

Hazel nods to you and guides Prudence into the outer layer of her outfit. A purple cocktail dress with wide straps hugs tightly to her form over the skimpy underwear. The underwear covering her womanhood is made of a special material that’s stretchy and airtight. Basically, condom underwear.

You don’t want your pet to ruin her figure! It’s only thanks to the hypnotism you used on the lecture hall that she hasn’t been dicked down by dozens of horny men and impregnated several times over.

“Of course, Prudence.” She leans into your hug, ignorant of the hidden hole in the cocktail dress’s rear, nor the straps meant to hold her breasts will become too small to hide everything in a few moments. “The slit in the side of the dress is a fine adjustment. It’s good for dresses to show off some skin sometimes.”

“Yes, it is ingenious, isn’t it?” Prudence nods, the hypnotism layering easily on her ‘chaste’ self. Your subtle machinations will influence the fashion industry at large. “And after experiencing combat in yet another expensive dress, I can see the merits of easy movement.”

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes. True, her duels are what make her famous in Camelot. Though lately, she’s been pulled into a couple of misadventures with that annoying dwarf from Equinox and Solstice’s dorm. You’ve tried to push them to take care of the girl, but she’s been resistant to their charms.

“You’re ready.” Hazel zips up the dress and smiles. “Go dazzle them, Prudence.”

“Is there any doubt that I will?” Prudence straightens and adopts a graceful pose. “After all…”

The transformation happens midway through her sentence. Her hips widen enough that the edge of her underwear is visible through the dress slit, and the back hole shows off her pert butt, the underwear specially crafted to wrap around her asshole. Her tits balloon outwards, the modest straps digging into them and barely hiding the bouncing mountains and their perky peaks. Her eyes glaze over and her pillowy lips part in a perpetual anticipation of a fat cock.

“…I’m the best slut in the sorority!” She strides out with a vapid giggle, only to pause and lick her lips at all the men jacking off at the sight of her. “Goodness! So many untended dicks!~”

“Looks like your services are required.” You smirk and slap her ass, growing wetter at her sultry moan.

“Yes, Mistress!” Prudence nods eagerly and takes center stage.

She does a cunty walk to the end of the stage, swirling around and twerking as rivulets of arousal run down her perfect thighs. She gropes her massive tits and whines loudly, then raises a leg high to show off the paper-thin underwear clinging to her parted pussy lips. The men surround her, groping and playing with her body as she melts in the pleasure, moments before someone takes advantage and shoves his cock into her exposed asshole. They descend on her like ravenous animals, poking at her with their rods as she bounces on the first man’s cock and devolves into a series of slutty moans. The more they play with her body, the more they stretch and tear away at that lovely dress.

Pity. She worked so hard on it. She doesn’t seem to mind too much, massaging her pussy through her underwear as her asshole is violated.

<Monday, we’ve got a problem…>

Ash interrupts you. Right as you were about to join in, too! You huff and leave the room, keeping yourself from lashing out at Ash. She’s been acting off since you found Wednesday, and you’re worried that your goth sister may have taken the chance to bring her to her side. Then again, Wednesday is rather antisocial.

<What?>

You are Ash, and you’ve got a problem.

Cecilly, one of the newer sorority members, convinced a couple girls to join her in getting some thrills. A ‘scary night exploring the catacombs,’ she said. What’s especially odd is that she looked for each of them by name. The girls were easily convinced, either because of all the aphrodisiacs, hypnotism, or just Cecilly’s general vibe.

They weren’t alone, though. Since Monday has got you on the more boring tasks, you’ve taken it on yourself to keep an eye on everyone.

With Monday’s warning a couple days back about shapeshifting creatures in the catacombs, Cecilly’s behavior set off a couple red flags. You sent a warning to Monday and tried to convince the sisters that they’d have more fun inside, giving blowjobs and getting dicked.

“Are you sure you girls want to leave?” You block the door. “Monday would be so disappointed.”

Normally, these words would be enough to get any one of the sisters in line. Their DESIRE would spike and they’d fall over themselves to do whatever Monday wants.

“Come on, Ash.” Cecilly pushes you aside with a strength you didn’t know she had. “We’re just going out for a bit.”

They walk out into the main hallway, wearing barely more than the skimpy clothes they wore for today, blank expressions on their faces. Their DESIRE is muted, and nonexistent in Cecilly’s case. You grab Betty by the hand, and you notice four puncture marks on the back of her neck.

“Vampire?”

“That’s ridiculous, Ash.” The last rays of sunset shine on Cecilly, and she twists her head back a bit too much to look at you. “I’m not a vampire. I’m your friend.”

Pinpricks of pain dance behind your eyes. Did…did she just try to hypnotize you? It’s more like a sledgehammer approach to what you’re used to.

“Then what are you?” Monday steps in front of the entrance to block Cecilly’s way out. “Because you don’t feel like Cecilly.” She squints. “Even your skin is…weird.”

Cecilly freezes. Her eyes dart between you, Monday, and the entranced girls. You’ve been sending messages to Monday this whole time, and you can sense Hazel at the staircase behind you as Yucca gets closer from Monday’s side. Cecilly’s boxed in.

“You’re not human.” Monday narrows her eyes. “At least, not anymore. There’s a subtle illusion covering your body. Your skin has got a green tint and you’re skinnier than you were an hour ago.”

You want to tell Monday she’s being paranoid.

Until Cecilly unhinges her jaw and lets out an unearthly screech that echoes through the hallway and in your minds. The four girls she brought with her collapse to the ground and start twitching, unprepared for the psychic attack.

You and your actual sisters, however, bear the attack with a wince. The attack must be effective against those who don’t regularly use telepathy.

Cecilly, or whatever it is, lunges at Monday as you use your wind magic to blow the girls behind you. Monday keeps her cool, a prepared spell unleashing a gout of fire on the creature, sending it scrambling back. Pieces of flesh slough off its form, revealing a thin black carapace where a skeleton should be, before another illusion covers its body.

It hisses, a nasty green bolt of energy charging in its mouth, only for a slice of earthen floor to slam into its face. Yucca pumps her fist.

“Yeah, how you like that?!”

It twists around, joints cracking horribly, and lunges towards you to try and escape down the hallways.

Shit!

You throw your arms up and channel the magic Monday had you learn, wind magic, and blow it back out. Yucca and Hazel cast their magic at the same time to trap its limbs in ice and stone, and Monday shoots a concentrated blast of fire in its face.

It screeches, insectile face squirming back together through the charred remains of Cecilly’s face, and rips one of its limbs out of the ice to swipe at Monday.

<The magic isn’t holding onto it!> Hazel yells telepathically. <It’s resistant!>

Monday snarls and focuses hard on another magic. Lightning dances in her hands, shooting an arc into its body right as it breaks out of Yucca’s stone restraints. You swipe your arm, a slice of air cleaving through its jointed limb to send it flying. The convulsing monster won’t stay down, slowly tanking the stream of electricity.

“Stop resisting!” Monday screams and puts more power into the magic. “Ugly things like you should JUST DIE!”

The monster, whatever it is, doesn’t care about what Monday wants. Right when it seems like it’s getting to its feet, you grab its sizzling claw and drive it through the neck, screaming in pain as you twist its head off.

The monster finally falls dead, and you’re left with acid burns all over your arms.

Ow. Sometimes, you miss parts of Haven aside from daddy. June and July would have you patched up in minutes. Not a chance you can go to the hospital like this. At least with the ambient DESIRE in the building, you can heal the patches of black demon flesh in a few hours, but the scars are going to take a couple days.

“Good work, girls.” Monday huffs. “Now we’ve got to clean up, or at least find a scapegoat for the pile of acid melting a hole in the floor.”

And the burns scattered throughout the hallway, the cracked floor from Yucca’s magic, and all the stains you and Rosebush won’t be able to get out of the classrooms before morning.

“What was that thing?” Hazel catches her breath.

“Doctor Spiracy dubbed them ‘trilomorphs.’” A voice resounds from behind you. “Kant Spiracy has since gone missing.”

It’s some sort of…magical floating ball? They tend to hover in the hallways throughout campus. They’ve been absent lately. You always thought they were some sort of automated magic defense system that the knights conscripted with a bunch of mages. You never knew they could talk! You and your sisters stare at each other, wondering who was going to be the first to ask a question.

Stuff like ‘what the fuck?’ and ‘how much do you know about the bugs and also maybe our lewd activities?’

A hologram of a familiar wizard appears. He looks like a discount Bendycock Crumplesnatch with a big smile.

“Hello. I am one of the magus minds of Dean Sher’khan. I am here to assist.”

Right, him!

“Mr. Dean, sir?”  Hazel hesitatingly asks. “Um, why didn’t you help us fight that monster?”

“I apologize for not interfering in your rescue. The less the creatures know about my abilities, the better. And the more I know about the abilities of students, the better I can tailor your course loads. How else may I assist you today?”

There’s no DESIRE coming from it. Him? This magic is waaaaaay beyond what you’ve seen before. He stands there with a smile, waiting for your answer.

“Wait, tailoring our courses…” Yucca rubs her hands together. “Does that mean our performance against the trilo-whatever is worth extra credit?”

That’s what she’s wondering about? Then again, she’s flaky with her 'boring' classes. Yucca needs all the extra credit she can get.

“Correct. Your performance has been assessed as part of your extra-curricular activities and will be included in your rankings.” Yucca fist pumps and Monday frowns.

Right, best not mention the rankings around her. She's been a bit prickly about them since she saw Wednesday's name so high up.

“Same as your performance within the [Life Phoenix sorority].”

You all freeze. Uh oh. Does that mean this magus mind is aware of all the perverted things you’ve been doing?

“…Have we been doing a good job?” You probe. “With our duties, I mean. Cleaning, guarding, other stuuffff…?”

“Your performance has been: [adequate]!” The hologram nods. You let out a sigh of relief. “So long as you keep [your numerous, excessive sexual exploits] from disrupting the learning process, there are no issues.”

What?! He knows?!

“Personal note: [Calm down with the debauchery.]” A more natural voice comes out of magus mind. Instead of being the usual peppy, helpful tone, it’s heavy with overwork. “[If you get caught, I will deny ever knowing of this and watch impassively as they burn you in holy fire. Don’t test me.]”

The hologram fades away. Your widened eyes follow the magus mind as it floats down the corridor. Monday catches up with it and offers her sweetest, most innocent smile.

“Dean Sher’khan?”

“Hello.” The hologram reappears. “I am one of the magus minds of Dean Sher’khan. I am here to assist.”

“Do you mind forgetting about all the lewd things we’re doing? Pretty please?”

The hologram glows red.

“INFRACTION: [Monday Weekday] FOR ATTEMPTING TO USE [Mind] MAGIC ON THE DEAN. Personal note: [Very dumb to try to use hypnosis on an archwizard specialized in mind magic. By the way, Monday, these personal notes are pre-recorded.]”

Monday grits her teeth and steps away. You’ve never seen anybody put Monday down like that!

“Any further infractions will result in a [Disciplinary Process]. Have a good day!”

The hologram disappears and the magus mind floats away. Monday growls and stomps off. Hazel and Yucca avoid looking at her when she’s in one of her moods. You’re tempted to ask her for some help healing your arms…Yeah, better not.

She’s heading to the lecture hall, so she’s probably going to steal Prudence’s gangbang. Getting dicked from every direction always makes her feel better.

You join Yucca and Hazel on a muted walk through the halls. Something about everything you just went through makes it harder to enjoy the loud moaning, the slapping of flesh on flesh, and the delicious DESIRE. Even when Yucca and Hazel offer the men in the receptionist room two more fresh cunts, it’s more of a way to distract themselves and recover the DESIRE they spent on attacking the trilomorph.

You’ve got your hand down your short jeans, fingering yourself as Yucca gets double penetrated and Hazel gags on a dwarven cock, but you’re still bothered by questions. You don’t want to be a buzzkill, so you step out of the room to masturbate. You keep by the other door, watching Andromeda and Cassiopea as they argue, completely unaware of the dicks plunging inside them. But the questions remain.

What happened to Cecilly? Was she replaced, transformed, eaten from the inside out? How long ago was she replaced? Why did it go out of its way to grab Millie, Billy, Chilly, and Lost’erfamily? They came from around the same part of Prillia, is that why?

You’re so distracted, you barely notice when Andromeda and Cassiopea’s hypnotism falls apart.

“Ouugh, oh my! Yes!~” Cassiopea drops her tea and braces herself against the wall. “Yes! Harder!~ Fuck me harder!~”

Seems like Andromeda accidently used the trigger word. Now Cassiopea feels everything, which is bound to activate Andromeda.

“Mother, what are you…?” Her collar reacts to the arousal and the lewd words, changing the rest of her body to join her perverted bottom half. “Uh, uh, uh?~ Cock? Cock! I love cock!~ I knew my pussy was so much better than Prudence’s!~ Cock!~ Cock!~ Stuff me!~”

Her tits swell, pulled tight against the fabric before finally bursting free with a tear of expensive fabrics. Her twitching nipples are as big as fingers, perfect for pinching and twisting. Which she does, craving the nipple stimulation as she rocks her body back and forth in some desperate attempt to push herself deeper on the cock.

“Ah, ah, Andromeda? Are you getting fucked, too?” Cassiopea scowls. “You stupid whore! You’re supposed to get married first and secure my legacy! Ahn~ Who’s going to want a used-up slut like you?”

“I’m shorry mommy!~” Tears bead from Andromeda’s eyes. “But I can’t shtop!~ I love getting dicked!~ I love it when they play with my body and cover me in yummy cum!~”

“Dumb cow!~” Cassiopea slaps her daughter’s tits, DESIRE mounting with every bounce of her massive boobs. “I’d get more from selling your body on the street!~”

“Ah!~ Yesh!~ Please mommy, bring me to the street so hundreds of men can use me!~”

“Prudence wouldn’t whore herself out! You are such a shame on the family! I might as well use you, dumb broad!~”

Cassiopea growls and grabs her daughters face to make out with her. Toxic relationship aside, seeing them kiss makes you miss daddy. You  join in for a bit. Having them eat you out does little to soothe your anxieties. But there is something that always makes you feel better…maybe you can get Rosebush to use daddy’s mold as a strap-on again? That’d be a nice comfort meal.