Standing in a neverending white void, I pondered what would happen next. It wasn't the first time it had happened, and I knew that it wouldn't be the last.
"Hello Master," Rayna said as her body began to materialize from a swirling vortex of black smoke. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long." Soon enough, she was standing before me, completely naked - as she always did in my dreamscape. Mine was empty at the moment, and that was the way she liked it. It gave her both a blank slate and free rein.
Per her explanation, most people have no control over their dreamscapes. Some can work hard to train themselves in the art of lucid dreaming, though not everyone who tries actually succeeds. The other way for control to be exercised over a dreamscape is to have help - or "help" - from a supernatural entity whose powers involve the manipulation of minds. For my part, I had a sexy little redheaded succubus who fit that bill. Technically, I was her master, but when she decided to visit me in my dreams, she actually had most of the control. Ironically, her presence seemed to trigger something in me, allowing me to realize I was in a dream and act more like myself. That was one bit of control she therefore couldn't exercise without my permission; she couldn't rob me of my reason.
"You know, I thought we might just get some sleep," I said while smirking at her. "It's been a long day." Since, thanks to her presence in my mind, I was fully aware that I was dreaming, I also remembered that my physical body was still in my mother's bed, with all four of my naked, well-fucked slaves sleeping right next to me. It had been a marathon session just before we'd all either passed out or drifted off.
"Such fun though!" she replied, her voice oozing satisfaction. "You know I can still feel your cum leaking out of me. It feels... wonderful." She smiled, and couldn't help but fidget in place. "But enough about that. Your training still takes priority. Now show me what you remember, and if you remember it well, I'll give you one hell of a blowjob."
"Yes ma'am," I said.
Rayna conjured up a stone platform for me to sit on. I took my seat and placed my hands close together. From there, I began to channel my mana until that familiar electric ball of energy began to form.
Ever since the appearance of the priest, and my little mishap with summoning a familiar, Rayna had thought it prudent that I learn to harness my power more effectively. Summoning a hellhound instead of a house cat had been incredibly dangerous. Only with a lot of luck had I even survived.The problem was that I'd pulled in too much of my power, and, just like with fishing, the bigger the bait, the bigger the catch. Rayna had told me that if I'd summoned a male hellhound instead of Ash, then I would have been screwed unless it had somehow occurred to me to try seducing it too. I wasn't sure it would have.
That wasn't my only problem, either. I'd also been wasting too much mana every time I used a spell. The way Rayna had put it was that some spells only require a certain amount of mana to work. No matter how much extra mana you use, you don't get bigger or better results. You just waste the energy. Even with spells that "scale," there are definitely times when you'd rather they didn't.
She hadn't been gentle in telling me how much mana I'd been wasting, either. She'd likened it to putting out a small ember in the middle of a field with a firehose. Over the past few weeks, our training sessions had brought it down to a garden hose, and then a really large bucket. We still weren't all the way; ideally, I'd only use a cup of water to put out that small ember. Still, I was glad to be making progress. As proof that I'd improved, I'd managed to perform a mind link spell on all four of my slaves the night before and not feel winded afterward, unlike the first time, when I'd done it with just Rayna and Ella and had felt utterly drained.
The other benefit was that the less energy I wasted, the less life essence I'd need to draw from my slaves to replenish my reserves. I wasn't too worried about Ash, but Ella and my mom were only human. Keeping my appetite under control would dramatically lessen the risk to them.
So there I was again, in the middle of my dream, practicing how to control mana. The bubble of electric energy grew and shrank in the palm of my hands. Then, on my command, the ball of energy burst forth and arcane lightning began to envelop my body. When my wings had sprouted and Rayna had identified me as a wind demon, it had suddenly made much more sense to us why my mana seemed to manifest visually as electricity and lightning. It turned out to be more than just a visual, too. When I'd instinctively channeled my mana to save my own life in the battle against Ash, it hadn't been a coincidence that I'd made my body and my mind faster. That had been the lightning-mana coursing through me; one of its mystical traits was speed. It had accelerated my entire nervous system and all of my muscles, giving me the edge I'd needed to stay alive long enough for another stroke of luck to save me.
All of those experiences and reflections dovetailed nicely with what little Rayna had heard and read about wind demons. According to those tales, they were combat-oriented demons that Lucifer used as his vanguard against his brethren: the angels. Apparently, hand-to-hand combat was still a big deal amongst the supernatural entities of the planes and worlds beyond this one. I didn't really understand why, but I'll confess that I was excited to see just how far I might push those facets of my demonic nature. Learning to waste less mana would definitely allow me to supercharge my body for longer periods of time, and would probably let me get even faster, too.
I was distracted by the sound of hands clapping together. "My my, you are getting better every time we come in here, Master," Rayna said. She'd reappeared next me, wearing her sexy-instructor garb. She really did love having a sexy costume for every occasion. This one boasted a black bustier corset that drew the eye to her amazing chest, which, at that moment, was sticking out like two overfilled blimps. Below the corset, she was wearing the smallest black thong panties in the world - which, strangely, I found even more cute than sexy. Her long, lush, scarlet hair was tied up in one long ponytail. If she'd added fishnet stockings and patent leather boots, she'd have tipped over into full dominatrix, but as it was, she kept her feet and thighs bare. To me, that made her look all the more alluring.
"Well I do have a good teacher." I smiled at her as I dispelled the lightning from my body and got up to greet her.
"Yes, I would say I am an excellent teacher," she agreed, acting all haughty. "And you know, a great teacher should receive some sort of payment from their student." She peered up at me, only an inch separating us. I could practically picture her looking up over the dark rim of some glasses, even though she wasn't wearing any.
"Really. And what does a good teacher want?"
"Oh I can think of something," she said in that inviting, alluring tone of hers. She circled my neck with her soft, tender hands, and while she was bringing me down, she went up on her toes, capturing my lips with hers.
We both hummed in pleasure as our tongues battled with one another, not for supremacy, but more like an elegant dance inspired by martial combat. By the time we separated, we both were flush in the cheeks and panting hard.
"You know Master, your kissing skills are on a whole other level now. If you keep this up, you'll be able to kiss the panties off any woman you want, even if she is - or was - a lesbian. And without the aid of your demonic aura!" She smiled at me. She was genuinely proud, and that felt good.
"Well, you've been giving me a lot of pointers ever since we started fooling around," I replied with a grin. "I am only following the teachings of my astute teacher.''
"Be careful, Master. Flattery will get you everything, especially from someone like me." She ground her body into mine, urging me to be anything but careful.
"And here I thought you would be exhausted after the romp we had earlier."
"Oh no, Master! " she purred, still grinding away. "I can never get tired of sleeping with you, either here or in the waking world. All you have to do is bend me over and shove that mighty cock into my wet sheath - or my hot little back door. Or just force me to my knees and fuck my throat like I'm your naughty, slutty mother. Oooh, or..."
I cut her off with another passionate kiss; I knew she'd never run out of ideas. We made out for a bit longer, which in the dreamscape felt like an eternity. It was hard to tell how fast or how slow time was really moving in that world, never mind what was happening out in reality. Whenever I started getting intimate with Rayna, time just seemed to stop anyway.
"So, Master," she purred once our lips separated, "speaking of your slutty mother, want to tell me about this new ability you discovered while you were punching a new hole in her with your gigantic demon cock?"
"How did you..." I began. "Oh, I forgot, while in here you can read my mind. Right?"
"Not read your mind exactly," she replied. "It's more like you've become an open book. The information is there, but it still takes some time and attention to flip through it. Mostly I just find out what people's kinks are, and run with that. Getting them all hot and bothered - or, not to be too conceited, but just seeing me and having me pay attention to them - tends to flip their books to those pages. It's quite the time-saver."
"Oh, I see," I said, a little hesitant about that tidbit.
"Master, are you upset with me reading your book?" she asked with a little worried look on her face.
"In truth, the old me would have been," I admitted. "I mean, there is a reason people like to keep stuff secret, and your mind is supposed to be one place where you can always do that, but..." I reached out, and in my hand, a small, hazy line began to form. It ran up to Rayna's neck, right where her slave collar would have been. "... with our bond, I know I can trust you. I know you have the best intentions for me. So, I feel comfortable with you poking around in my mind.
"Just don't go too deep," I joked. "I wouldn't want anything repressed making its way to the surface."
"Oh, don't worry Master," she replied. "I'll make sure that, whatever information I pull from that wonderful mind of yours, it will only be to help fulfill your fantasies and desires."
"That's good to hear. Now, back to my new ability. I assume you know everything that happened?"
Rayna nodded.
"Then what do you think? I know what I did in terms of the results I got, but I'm lost as to how I could do it, or what it means."
Rayna considered the question seriously. "Well, I suppose that your ultimate skill may have evolved, or you might not have been using it to its full extent prior to that. It's a meaningful distinction. I couldn't say if you always had the power and just didn't think to use it, or if you grew into the power through practice and energy absorption."
"Well," I asked, "did anything like that ever happen to you?"
"Mmmm, there's my smart Master," she said. "As a matter of fact, I did grow into my Dreamwalker ability. Trust me, I'm a very imaginative girl, and I was always trying to do new things with it. For a long time, I could only enter people's minds when they were asleep. At some point, though, I managed to enter a few while they were still awake - although not always. The circumstances had to be just right." She gave a little shrug. "I'm always hoping for another power bump - always pushing. I'll be sure to let you know if I get one. I'll be very excited, trust me."
"Hmmm," I said. "So maybe the circumstances with my mom were just right, and I can't do this with anyone, at any time?"
"Maybe," Rayna said, "but if so, that might be temporary. With more practice and more mana - and maybe with more slaves - you might be able to do it to any of your slaves, and then maybe even anyone at all. On the other hand, you might be able to do that all right now. And then of course there's the question of whether you'd be able to do it if only you had enough mana, plus enough control not to waste any - but maybe you don't yet.
"As with anything else," she said, "practice and experiments. That's the way forward."
"And let me guess," I said. "You've never heard of any other supernatural creature being able to do this."
Rayna chuckled. "Smart and a little cynical," she said. "Just like a proper demon. The answer is: of course there are creatures who can cast one spell to control minds, and a separate spell to control bodies. What seems to be special about you, Master, is that it's the same ability. Controlling and changing people's bodies directly, in ways that you could simply never do just by controlling and changing their minds, seems to just be a more difficult task for the same root power. That really is remarkable."
"Great, a one-of-a-kind skill, and I have no idea what to name it," I joked, making it sound like I was complaining. "I thought about calling it Mind Dominance, but that was before I found out I can do the whole body modification thing. Now it's back to the drawing board!"
I thought Rayna might laugh again, or make a joke, but instead she seemed to be deep in thought. I was a bit surprised by that, and decided to just let her ponder.
"Hmmm, I may have something," she finally said.
"Wait, really?" I replied. "Oh, well... is it cool?"
"Oh I'm sure you'll like it. How about: 'Ultimate Mastery?'"
"'Ultimate Mastery?'" I echoed, unsure of her suggestion.
"Yes, Ultimate Mastery," she insisted. "It's quite apt, but also a play on words. Clearly, your powers are all about being a master to slaves. You can control people's minds to get them to do your bidding, and even love doing it - love being your slaves, even, knowing that that's what they are. Now we discover that you can control their bodies, separate and apart from their minds. You can reforge them into new versions of themselves - whatever version is a more perfect slave for you.
"It's all about taking other beings and making them yours - claiming, conquering, controlling, reshaping. That last one seals the deal, in my opinion. There's really only one power in the universe greater than being able to reshape things to your will, Master, and that's the power of creation itself. So, yes, you may not be the ultimate creator, but with this power of yours, you could be the ultimate master of all living things, provided you can overpower them, or seduce them. Thus, your power is Ultimate Mastery."
"Hmm, Unique Skill: Ultimate Mastery." At first I didn't like it, but the more I said it, the more I did.
"Okay, I think that is a fitting name," I said. "From now on, my unique skill is called 'Ultimate Mastery." Once I said that, I felt a shift inside me, as if my power was solidifying, and becoming what it was meant to be. It was an indescribable feeling, but I suddenly knew that the unique skill that I had just named would be called that until the end of time, and there was nothing in the world that could change it - possibly not even God himself.
"Ah," Rayna said. "You felt it, just now: your power stirring inside you. It was the same with me when I named my unique skill. It is as if the universe had to hear your call, and it has accepted your request. That, I think, Master, is worthy of a celebration!"
With a wave of a hand, a bed materialized where my white meditation block had just been. In the dreamscape, Rayna was queen, or at least she would have been in any normal human's mind. With me as her Master and the special bond we had, our relationship was a tantalizing stalemate. She could control my dreams, but I could exercise my power - my Ultimate Mastery - upon her in turn.
"Now Master, let's see what else you picked up from my expert tutelage." She giggled as she jumped on the bed and spread her legs, offering me her peach, wet and glistening with her juices. I knew what she wanted, and I didn't hesitate to dive right in. I ate her pussy out just the way she'd taught me. Rayna wouldn't have been Rayna if she hadn't used the dreamscape for more than one kind of training. She was also teaching me how to please a woman, and that included pleasing them without using any of my special powers. We both knew that that was basically impossible; if nothing else, my sixth sexual sense would always give me an unfair advantage in knowing what any given woman wanted, and how I was doing with them moment-to-moment. Still, I agreed with her general philosophy: mastering the mortal basics would make me a better lover overall.
"Fuck, fuck, FUck, FUCKKKK!" Rayna screamed out as I ate her through another orgasm, making sure to change up my technique just enough to let her enjoy it without totally overloading. There was a time to attack, and a time to just let the woman bask in the euphoria of the experience. Plus, seeing a beautiful woman's body tremble was arousing - almost as arousing as those smoldering eyes that were filled with lust gazing at me once she caught her breath. Since Rayna was a succubus, though, I barely had to hold back at all, and not for very long - but that just made the training more about precision and nuance.
"Fuck, you are a natural," she purred. "If you didn't have your demon powers, you still wouldn't have a problem satisfying a woman - at least not with that tongue of yours."
"I'm glad that I can impress a succubus," I said, wiping away her juices from my face. While it was still a dream, her taste, her smell, and even the way her skin felt seemed totally real to me. That was the true power of her skill: making her victim's dream feel real. It made me shudder to think of the poor sap who pissed her off enough to earn a nightmare.
"You, Master, are always impressing me," she said. She guided me onto my back, as it was my turn to get serviced, but then something weird started to happen. A wave of endorphins started to overtake me, and I felt an unusual wetness and pressure around my cock.
"What... what is going on?" I asked. I started to moan as the pressure around my cock grew in intensity.
"What are you doing?" I asked, but one look on her face told me that it wasn't her. The sensation I was feeling wasn't unknown to me; it felt like I was getting a blowjob, but obviously there were no lips or saliva around my cock. Just when I was about to voice more concern, Rayna's eyes went wide, followed by a huge grin appearing on her face.
"I'll be right back, Master," she said, placing a quick peck on my nose before she turned into black vapor. I didn't know how long she was gone. It could have been a minute, or it could have been several, but she returned wearing a grin that was even wider.
"I must say, Master, you trained your mother quite well," she said, sliding her now-nude body right next to me, lazily moving her finger all over my equally bare form.
"What? Hmmm. What do you mean?" I was trying to stifle my groans enough to speak, but it was getting difficult. The sensations were exquisite.
"Well it would seem all the naughty stuff we've been doing in here has made a certain something wake up from its slumber," she said, leaving the innuendo in the air. "Of course, this stirred your lovely mother from her slumber as well, and, not wanting her precious son to not suffer blue balls, she decided to relieve your stress - doing so in a way that only a lovely, and devoted slave would." She smiled as drew closer to me. Then, before I could say anything, she swung her legs over mine, straddling my waist, my cock now pressed against her midriff.
I wonder," she said as she ground her pussy against the base of my cock, "how it would feel if you were getting a blowjob from your mommyslut and fucking my dreamy pussy at the same time?" Then she lifted herself just high enough so that the tip of my cock was nestled at the entrance of her pussy. "Let's find out, Master!" She moaned as she sank down onto every single inch of me in one fell swoop. I, of course, moaned even louder than before, and louder than her.
The sensation of getting my cock sucked by my mom's expert tongue, and the rhythmic pulsing of Rayna's gripping pussy, was too much for me to handle. Even as a sex demon, I was finding it hard to concentrate on not blowing my load in the real world or the dreamscape. Rayna's pussy gripped and squeezed my entire shaft as she rode me with the skill and grace of a woman who knew how to draw out her lover's pleasure. As Rayna was doing that, the feeling of my mother's hot mouth lovingly nursing the sensitive tip of my cock almost had me go over the edge on more than one occasion. On any given day, those two women wouldn't find it hard to make any man cum whenever they wanted him to. I'd always been able to cum on my own terms before, but with the two of them working together across two different dimensions, I didn't think I could manage it.
"Hmmm, Master, it seems you are about to pop," Rayna said, now grinding on top of me.
"Damn, you are a demon," I said, and I couldn't disagree with her prognosis.
"But of course Master, I am a demon that can make all your dreams cummm true," she said, trying to get me to cum. I couldn't allow her to have one over me, though. I was her Master, after all. In one last show of dominance, I held up my hand, and, with a firm pull, the metal chain that bound Rayna to me manifested itself. Her collar, which hadn't been on her dream-self, also materialized, and a loud gasp of shock and excitement echoed through the white void. My surprise maneuver caused her pussy to clamp down tightly around me.
"Master, I didn't know you liked to play that way," she gasped..
"Rayna, I'm sure you are the only woman who knows me better than I know myself."
I raised my free hand and began to pool my mana, just like she'd taught me.
"Master what are..." but she never got a chance to finish. The bubble of electric energy that was growing in my hands popped, and my entire body was covered in an electric arc. With one firm tug, I brought Rayna's face right up against mine.
"Cum," I commanded.
As soon as I said that, I channeled that electric energy from my body up the chain and into Rayna.
"MASTER!" she screamed as she suffered from my command and the infusion of my mana simultaneously. Her whole body jolted upwards and vibrated like a diesel-powered sex toy. Her mouth was in a wide open O, and her tongue lolled out. There was a vacant stare in her eyes that signaled I'd made her cum her brains out. As she was experiencing her epic climax, her pussy was spasming around my shaft. That, plus the nonstop attention from my mother in the real world, finally broke my will. I came in both the dreamscape and in the real world, and both women reaped their rewards.
It turned out to be too much for Rayna; her body went up in smoke, and then, all around me, the dreamscape started to crumble. My vision went from blinding white to a dull black. The only light was a nightlight; I realized I was awake, for real - back in the waking world. Even after that realization, it took me a long time to take in my surroundings. Ella and Ash were still on the same side, except Ella was no longer curled next to me. She was now curled into Ash, and she was sucking on one of Ash's ripped breasts.
'I guess Ella has an even bigger tit fetish than me,' I said to myself as I heard Ella hum in contentment. Ash just cooed at the sensation of having her orbs serviced.
Once I could tear my eyes away from the sleeping couple, I went to go see what was happening on the other side. My mother, as Rayna had informed me, was much lower down my body, her mouth still wrapped around my cock. She wasn't sucking on it, but she wasn't pulling away. One quick sniff and her aroma told me she'd come after receiving my load as a midnight snack. After she'd come down, she'd probably gone out like a light, cock still in her mouth. It was a wonderful feeling - almost as wonderful as Rayna's massive chest now planted hard against my face.
"Master," she whispered as she tried to draw closer to me.
While my mother claimed my lower half, Rayna claimed the upper half. Her need to be close only confirmed that my stunt in the dreamscape had made her experience something wonderful. She was actually being a little too clingy for my tastes, but only because her humongous breasts were threatening to literally suffocate me. Then I looked around again: a couple of girls enjoying each other, a pair of huge tits in my face, and my mother with her lips wrapped around my cock. I decided that there were worse ways to go.
I pushed Rayna's nearest nipple towards my mouth and started suckling. She sighed happily; I closed my eyes and did the same. At some point, I drifted off again. If I dreamed of anything else, I didn't remember.
———x———
"Are you alright?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned. She was my slave; in my mind, that meant I had a real responsibility for her well-being. I also loved her - more than ever, really.
"Oh, I'm fine. It's just... my knees are not what they used to be," she said, trying to make it sound like a joke. It was a nice try, but through our bond, I could tell that it was truly bothering her. I was wondering what I could do to help her, but Rayna already had a solution.
"Master, it might be time to test out your new ability on her again."
"New ability?" Ella asked. "What does she mean, Max?" She'd almost finished her smoothie, but had immediately forgotten about it as soon as Rayna had let the secret slip.
"Oh, that..." I said, scratching my cheek as I tried to come up with an explanation. "Well, last night I somehow unlocked a new ability that allows me to alter a person's body."
"Really?" Ella sounded unusually excited.
"Baby, what do you mean?" My mother, unlike Ella, had concern written all over her face.
"I think it is better if I show you," I said, bringing her to me and focusing on my power.
I reentered the mindscape and delved deep, once again locating that holographic readout of her body. This time, I pulled my attention away from her sexy parts and tried to figure out what the images could tell me - whether they could alert me to anything that might be wrong with her. I focused on her knees, specifically, since I knew she was experiencing some pain there. Suddenly, parts that I recognized as tendons turned a bit red and began throbbing. In my mind, I somehow knew what the hologram was trying to tell me: that they were strained from overuse, and also just from age. I focused my mana into them, willing them to be soothed, strengthened, and rejuvenated. It was a bit of a struggle; I supposed that Mother Nature didn't like demons messing with her work and her rules. Still, I found it much easier than what I'd done to her pussy.
Once I was done with her knees, I decided that I wasn't going to stop. I scanned the images up and down and made several more alterations. I strengthened all of her joints, her respiratory system, her circulatory system, and alleviated her minor back issues; those had more to do with nerves and muscles than with tendons. I even boosted her metabolism, since she was always complaining about needing to lose five pounds. She was just fishing for compliments of course, which I gladly gave her now that she was my slave. She was beautiful, even with a few extra pounds on her. Still, I decided that if she wanted to lose them, then in a few days they'd be gone. With the amount of sex I planned to have with her in the future, I figured it might not even take that long.
After I'd finished strengthening her body; I decided to make one last alteration in a very special place. Then I resurfaced; the hologram vanished, and after another moment, I'd fully exited her mindscape.On the outside, my mother was the same beautiful, mature,forty-two-year-old woman, but on the inside, she had the strength and vitality of a healthy woman in her twenties.
"How are your knees now?"
"Better," she said, as she started to lift her knees up and down. "They don't hurt anymore, and I don't feel this one popping." Her face became quizzical, and then surprised. "In fact... I feel incredible, Max. I don't think I've felt this healthy in... I don't even know. Honey, what did you do?"
"We really have to get her reading some fantasy novels," Ella said. That made both me and Rayna chuckle.
"That's my new ability, Mom," I told her. "I can go inside of people and see this whole fancy map of their bodies. Then I can change stuff. It's like I just know what's going on with them, and which changes will produce which results. That is how I made you take my entire cock last night, and made your knees feel better, and gave you about twenty years' worth of youth back."
I held back on revealing the final changes I'd made. I figured it would be much more fun to show than tell.
She proceeded to do a few stretches and poses, testing to see how limber she was, all while wearing one of my used T-shirts. It was a tradition my slaves seem to have adopted after our late night of raunchy sex. I wasn't opposed to it at all, as it gave me a great view of the female form. Also, there just was something about a woman wearing your clothes. It was as if you'd staked your claim on them, and they'd willingly accepted it, wrapping themselves up in your warmth and your smell. While the shirt on my mom wasn't as snug around the chest area as my others were around Rayna's or Ash's, the way she moved around in it made me incredibly aroused.
"You know what, I'm still kinda hungry," I said. I reached out and took my mother by the wrist, and, with one little twirl, she was bent over the table.
"Baby, what are you doing?" my mother asked in surprise, but she did not move from her spot. Her submissiveness roared to life as I took charge of her.
"As I said, I'm hungry."
I pushed up her shirt - my shirt, on her - until it was hanging on the small of her back. Her ass was plump and lush, making it unique amongst my slaves. I felt the flesh give easily to my grasp as I kneaded her derriere. She was wearing panties, but they were all but useless, ruined by her juices. Her aroma was intoxicating - so strong that any man could become drunk off of it. As I went in for one more whiff, I planted soft kisses around her ass cheeks.
"Baby, not here," my mother pleaded.Despite her tone, she made no effort to break away from my embrace.
"
I wonder what my slave tastes like."
I pulled the damp fabric away from her sensitive vulva, and, from one, long lick of my tongue, her whole body shuddered.
"Baby, a son should never see their mother in such a compromising position, let alone lick right there," she pleaded, but at the mention of the word son, I felt her body slightly tremble, and a little bit more juice started to flow into my mouth. She was playing a part to heighten her own arousal. She loved the taboo nature of what was happening.
I kept on licking, confirming what I already knew. My mother's pussy tasted amazing. I don't know if it had always tasted so good, if it had aged like a fine wine over the years, or if the knowledge that she was my mother was adding something special in my mind, rather than on my tongue. Whatever the case may have been, her pussy tasted just as sweet as Rayna's, except my mother's had a more floral fragrance.
"Baby, hmm, what are you doing to me?" she gasped as her body began to shudder uncontrollably. Her body yielded to the tongue that I'd spent hours training in the dreamscape under Rayna's tutelage. Then, when I knew she was on the brink of collapse, I tested to see if my secret alteration had taken. Ever-so-slyly, I brought one finger to her wet entrance and slowly slid it in. She nearly screamed to the high heavens.
"BA-by!" she said, catching herself from screaming and alerting Liz. "What's... what's going on? My pussy... it feels strange." She was panting so much she could barely get the words out.
"Well, remember when I helped strengthen your body?" I asked. "Well, I didn't stop there. I may have added a thing or two." I kept moving my finger in and around her pussy. Her entire lower half was now moving as the pleasure was starting to be too much for her.
"What... what did you do?" she panted out, her orgasm quickly reaching its peak.
"You know that one place inside a woman's pussy? If you manage to hit that one spot, it makes women cum like crazy. It's that ever elusive G-spot that most men can't seem to find. Well, I expanded that G-spot until it encompassed your entire pussy canal. Now, every time you have something inside of you, you will always feel like your G-spot is getting hit.
"But that's not all," I continued, keeping one finger inside her while bringing my other hand up to massage the outside of her anus with a thumb. Her entire body jolted upwards from that contact, but she never once said a word.
"I also made it so that your pussy would always be as tight as a virgin's. I like that snug fit I feel around my cock, so I would like to feel it every single time when I am with you." I was still speaking to Mom, but I turned my gaze towards Ella, whose face was flushed with arousal. She'd completely forgotten her smoothie, and was transfixed by the erotic show right in front of her.
"You mean, I can feel you stretching me out every single time?" my mother asked, nearly hyperventilating.
"Yes, every single time," I said, "but wait - there's more." I looked at Rayna. She caught on to my gesture and began to get into place.
"Since I made your entire pussy into one big G-spot, I couldn't just do away with the old location. So..." I said, getting ready for my big attack, "I made that one spot super, super sensitive." Then, on cue, I mashed down on that one spot, which I'd decided to call the Super G-spot. As I did so, I plunged my thumb into her anus as well. Just like the turning of the two keys, that set her off like a rocket heading towards the stratosphere. She was about to scream, but Rayna quickly swooped down and planted her lips against my mother's, muffling the scream that she'd have never been able to suppress on her own. She of course squirted at my assault, and I quickly reached down and planted my entire mouth around her pussy, trying to capture as much of her feminine juices as I could.
I swallowed three big gulps of cum before detaching myself from my mother, who was dead to the world. Her entire body sprawled out as she tried to recuperate.
"Well, what a show, Max," Ella said, looking like she was about to cum herself. Ash already had a hand down her shorts, and she furiously rubbed her wet slit, chasing that release.
Not wanting my girls to eat around my nearly comatose mother, I gently raised her and allowed her to slump into a free chair. I thought it was the end of it, but then Ella was standing right next to me, tapping her foot.
"Well, I'm waiting."
"Waiting for what?" I asked, unsure what she meant.
"You know, your promise," she said, hugging her arms under her chest, making them stand out to get my attention. It took me a minute, but I remembered.
"Oh, you asked if there was a way to make your chest bigger, that I should do it to you, right?"
"Yes, Mister!" she said. "Now, since you had your fun, it's time. I want mine big, but not as big as Rayna's, buster. I want hers. No, I want them bigger than hers." She pointed at Azura - more precisely, at her massive rack. That seemed to catch Azura's attention as she cupped one of her breasts. Even with her impressive stature, her tits still looked huge in her massive hand.
"Azura's are big?" Azura asked while fondling them. A look of doubt could be seen across her face.
"Yes, Ash," Ella replied. "Yours are big. They are the biggest I have ever seen." She was starting to become more impatient.
"But Azura is not big. Mother's were big. Azura is quite small compared to Mother." That seemed to throw everyone off for a moment. There was no way someone could be bigger than Azura. I had no reason to doubt Ash and her claim that she was small compared to her mother, but I simply couldn't picture it in my mind. The only way I could begin to imagine it is if Freki, her mother, had simply been bigger than her, period. I was tempted to press for details, but then I remembered that the subject of Azura's mother might be a bit raw. After all, she'd sacrificed herself to save Azura - a sacrifice that I wasn't going to let go to waste. I was going to protect her and love her forever.
As I stopped fantasizing about what Ash's mom's bust size might be, Ella demanded that I at least make her chest as big as Ash's, but there was a problem.
"I can't, El," I started, but I quickly raised my hands as I saw a fuming girlfriend. "What I mean, El, is that I probably can make them bigger, it's just that I don't know if I could make them go back to normal."
"So what's the problem?" she asked, not realizing how much trouble giving her what she wanted could bring.
"Because if I did, then how in the hell would we explain to everyone how you went from a B cup to a freaking H cup in a matter of a single weekend? You can say you had breast surgery, but no one heals that fast after something like that; more importantly, even if you do, how would your mother react to your new... endowment?"
"She would be pissed, especially since she now knows we are dating," Ella replied. "She'll just assume that you made me do it to fulfill some misogynistic fantasy or whatnot." Unfortunately, she didn't seem to be flagging in her desire to make it happen. If anything, the idea of making her mother mad - about something sexual, especially - seemed to egg her on.
Meanwhile, I'd gotten stuck on something entirely different. "She knows we're dating?" I echoed nervously. "Since when?"
"Since yesterday," Ella replied, as if it was no big deal. "She saw me getting all dressed up. She got nosy, so instead of dodging the interrogation, I told her everything."
"Everything?" I repeated as my pulse nearly jumped to the two-hundred-beat range.
"No, not everything," she snapped, rolling her eyes. "If I had then she would have had a heart attack or called the police, or worse, put you on the registered sex offender list. She knows the police chief, since she goes to her femininity book club meetings, so she could do it. Anyway, she wants you to come over for dinner sometime next week - to get to know the boyfriend, as she put it. Which is good."
"Good? Why good?"
"Because the solution to the whole mom problem is simple," she said. "You are going to make her your new slave." Ella put on a triumphant smile, like a general who just came up with a strategy that would win the war.
"You want me to do what!?"
"You heard me, Mister! Make my mom into your new slave. I mean, you had no problem making yours into one." She pointed to my mom, who went red-faced at her remark. "And I'm sure you are planning to make Liz one too, so why not add my mom to the mix? Besides, aren't all guys' fantasies to not only bed the girl, but the girl's mom as well? I mean, I know yours are, since you have several videos of it on your computer."
"You... you knew about that?" I asked. :"But how?"
"You really shouldn't use that same password for everything: MajorWidow84."
"But..." I didn't even get the last word out that time.
"Come on Max; we've been friends for years - nearly as long as I've been in love with you - so of course I know your password had something to do with the actress you have the hots for."
She was right; I did have a thing for Scarlett Johansson, and had ever since I'd first seen her in Iron Man 2. Still, to think Ella knew me so well as to be able to guess my password; I'd completely underestimated her.
"Anyway, enough about how I know where you keep your spank bank material or what websites you frequent. I'm serious about my mother. I want you to make her your slave."
"But Ella, sweety," my mother interjected, "I'm, ah... different from most mothers. I know Moria, and she seems... not the type of person to go for this. She's a bit uptight."
"I know, Cindy," Ella said, "but in truth, she's just miserable. Has been since the divorce - since my dad traded up for a younger woman. Look, my mother hasn't always been like this. She was pleasant and smiled a lot, but the way my dad treated her, and how he destroyed her ego... she changed. All the strong feminist nonsense she keeps spouting, making men seem like they are the villains of the world, it's all to hide the fact that she is hurting, and was hurt by someone she thought loved her. Plus, she hasn't gotten laid since the divorce. I know because I keep pushing her to go on dates. I even suggested Tinder of all things - had the account all set up and everything. She refused, of course, because she says the whole dating app scene is men objectifying women so they can get their dicks wet, and making women value their looks instead of their other qualities. I'll give her one thing: she's willing to completely commit to her bullshit so that I can't ever call her a hypocrite.
"Anyway," she said, "Max you love me, don't you?"
"Ah yes, you know I do," I replied, not prepared for that type of question, but it was true all the same.
"And do you think my mom is hot?"
"Ahhh," I paused, not sure if I should be answering that type of question, even though I knew the answer. Yes, Moira Summers was hot - almost as hot as my own mother. She'd remained in remarkably good shape over the years, and, if I was being honest, I had no idea why Ella's father would have traded her for any other woman - let alone the one that Ella had shown me a picture of a few years back. She'd been younger, sure, but not any great shakes. Last I'd heard, they'd broken up, and now he was living in a small condo in Fresno, alone. It served him right for the way he'd treated his family.
"Max, I know you do," Ella said.
"And even if he doesn't," Rayna chimed in, "that's no longer an issue. He could make her look any way he wanted."
"Okay, well," Ella sputtered, "Max wasn't totally wrong about having to stay a bit incognito. Shape-shifting members of the community is a little more than a magical boob job. Besides, it's moot, because I know Max thinks my mom is hot. And you know what, Max? A good dicking will make her even hotter. You could seriously just fuck some beauty right back into her. Happy, satisfied women are prettier. I should know. These three never look better than right after you've made them cum their brains out."
"Oh, you too, honey," Rayna replied. "You go from a ten to a twelve."
Ella grinned a bit, accepting the compliment, but it didn't distract her for more than a second. Her eyes were right back on me, expectant and demanding.
"Okay," I said, "but why as my slave? I mean, I am okay with sleeping with her if you are okay with it, but a slave?"
"Because, dummy, she is also afraid of being alone, which is why she does all of these book clubs and get togethers. If she was your slave, then she would never be alone. You never plan on abandoning your slaves, right?"
"No."
"And you're planning to love, cherish, and protect us, until the end of time," she said, again with that triumphant smile.
"Of course."
"Then I don't see a reason why my mother can't experience that same kind of happiness that you are giving us. Plus..." she said, leaning in towards my ear and whispering hotly, "wouldn't it be hot watching my mother eat out all your nasty spunk from her precious little girl, while you plow her from behind?"
"Fuck," I groaned. That image alone made me hard once again.
"But, what about you guys?" I asked, shaking my head and trying to muster any kind of a counterargument. "If I gain more slaves, then I might not be able to keep up with you all." It wasn't just a bluff. It is every guy's dream to have a gaggle of women falling all over him, but what they don't understand is that you have to put in the time for each of them or else they'll feel left out, and if they are the spiteful kind, that could ruin everything. A little bit of reality can make the biggest, happiest fantasies come crashing right down..
"Master," Rayna said, standing up and walking towards me, "if you are worried about not performing for us, you forget you are a sex demon now. Your dick doesn't know the meaning of the word quit. In fact, why don't we put that to the test?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, not liking the smile on her face.
"I'm saying, let's find out if there is a limit to your sex drive. Let's make you cum and cum until you can't cum no more - if that is even possible, and if it isn't, then that is good for us too. What do you say, girls?"
"Ash is always ready to mate with Pack Master," Ash said, jumping from her seat.
"Sounds like fun," Ella said with a smile.
My mother didn't say anything, but she didn't stop it either, so we knew that she liked the idea. She apparently had a real kink for pretending to value propriety over pleasure, and being forced into humiliating situations, rather than going along willingly.
"Well then, let's go wash up and plan the all-day fuckathon - even if we have to tiptoe around Liz."
"Sure," Ella said, "but I have to go wash up at my house. All my clothes are there."
"Then I'll come with," Rayna said. "After all, I have to seem like I am living there... well, unless and until a certain landlord is brought into the fold properly."
Ella was a steamroller, but Rayna was both sneaky and relentless. I hated to admit it, but she did have a point: if I enslaved Ella's mother, we'd actually have fewer lies to keep up with.
"Oh, can Azura come as well?" Azura asked. "Azura wants to see where sister Ella lives."
"Sure," Ella said. "We'll just introduce you as Rayna's friend, just like we did with Janice. Max, could you clean this up while we get ready for you?" She motioned to the table, and then to the stove and the countertop next to it. My gaze followed, taking in the mess. I was about to ask one of them for help, but Rayna stopped me from doing so.
"Thank you, Master, we will be right back." She gave me a hot kiss on the lips. Then black smoke surrounded her, and workout clothes appeared. She sauntered over to the side door, ready to go.
"Bye Pack Master," Ash said, giving me a sloppier kiss than Rayna had. Her breath smelled like eggs and smoked bacon.
"See you soon, boy - oh, sorry, fiancee!" Ella smiled before offering me a sensual kiss. Then, like the wind, all three of my slaves blew out the door, leaving me to clean up after them.
———x———
Damn, now I'm fucking horny, I growled in my head. My cock was aching; I desperately needed to drain my balls. I marched with a purpose towards my nearest slave.
In the master bedroom; memories flooded my mind as I passed the extra-large mattress that dominated the room. The messy sheets from that morning - and the night prior - had been replaced with fresh Egyptian cotton. My mother never once skipped out on luxury comfort items. It was tempting to take a nap on the soft bed, but my destination was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Steam filled my sight as I pushed open the door and walked right in. The sound of running water intensified without the barrier of the door, but that wasn't the only sound that was no longer being obstructed. Sounds of moaning and groaning filled my ears. Intrigued by what was going on, I followed that sound, and found that my mother was sitting on the shower bench in the large walk-in shower, both of her feet laying on the edge, spreading her knees wide. It gave me a fantastic view of her pussy despite the fog from the glass partition. One hand groped one of her breasts while the other plunged deep into her wet sex.
"Enjoying yourself, Cyn?" I asked, breaking her from her spell. Once she saw it was me, she didn't bother to cover up.
"How, how long have you been watching?" she asked me.
"Not long. I didn't want to disturb you, but you see," I said, pulling my shorts tight, giving her a better view of the outline of my cock, "I need Mommy's help."
"Oh, I see," she said, her gaze fixated on my hardened meat. I was about to step into the shower but my mother had something to say first. "Baby, what did you do to me - to my pussy? It feels strange."
"I told you already," I replied. "I made it more sensitive, and tightened it up."
"I can't seem to stop touching myself. It's... too good to stop," she said, now beginning to resume her progress. "Baby?"
"Yes?" I asked, unsure what she was about to say.
"Be honest, did you... did you brainwash me? Did you do something to my mind?"
I smirked at her. She was starting to put the pieces together, and realizing that everything she was thinking and feeling might not actually be coming from her.
"Honest?"
"Honest," she agreed.
"In short, yes, but only to make you think of my cock when you were sucking someone else's. I haven't done anything to break your will and turn you into a mindless zombie. I haven't done anything like that to anyone. I only use my powers to enhance their experiences."
"I, I guess that makes this much easier then." She paused, and looked up at me intently.
Baby I love you," she said. "I love you with all of my heart, and no matter what happens, that will never change, because you're my precious little boy. But even though you are my little boy, my body now yearns for you. Even right now, it is taking all my will to not jump up and ride you. I've never felt this way before, not with anyone, not even your father. Baby, Rayna said some things last night that made total sense to me - that my search was over, that the man I'd been waiting for was my very own son. Baby, you are everything I've been looking for in a man: someone who could control me, someone who could fill my every need. But it's not just that. I want someone who will also treat me like a person, unlike your father. You treat everyone as your precious little things - irreplaceable - and they feel the same way for you. Baby, you are my one. I know your life is complicated - that there are things that I don't understand - but even though you are a demon, I just know in my heart that I'll never find anyone else like you."
"Wow, I did not expect that," I said, dumbfounded by her confession.
"Baby?" she said, now taking her hand out of her pussy; spreading her lips to show her pink insides, which were trembling. "Please fuck me."
"That, I can do," I said, tossing off my shirt and pulling down my shorts. My cock went flying up, smacking my stomach with a thud, ready for the races.
"It's smaller," my mother said, a little disappointed in its size.
"Oh, believe me, it's going to get a whole lot bigger," I said. "It's a sex demon thing." I swaggered on into the room, and with each step, my cock grew until it reached my mother's desired size.
"I guess there is a lot I don't know about, but I can't wait to find out," my mother said, now drooling at the thirteen-inch behemoth right in front of her.
"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time to show you what I can do to make this pussy purr," I said. I leaned down and picked my mother up in my hands. She instantly wrapped her arms and legs around me, afraid of falling on the tiled floor.
"My boy is so strong," my mother cooed, now rubbing her entire body against mine. It was a far cry from where she was last night - and, with no audience or risk of being caught, she was also uninterested in playing any of her games. She had accepted her feelings and the situation she was in. All that was left for her was to give in and let her true self out.
"You haven't seen anything yet," I grunted. "Now let's see what your upgraded pussy feels like wrapped around my cock." I lifted her a little higher, so that her pussy was grinding hard against the underside of my shaft.
"Damn it," I groaned as the tip of my cock kept slipping away from her entrance. Her new, tight pussy was putting up much more of a fight than her unmodified one had.
"Here, let Mommy help," she said as she reached down and grasped the top half of my cock. She moaned as she felt the massive tip brush against her pussy lips several times. Her slick wetness was now starting to coat my helmet every time it brushed against her slit. Just as I'd given up hope that her new pussy could even begin to accommodate me, it opened up and swallowed the first few girthy inches.
"OH FUCK!" my mother yelled. From her perspective, she was being stretched like never before. Not only that, but her entire pussy was also a giant G-spot.
"You okay?" I asked, but instead of a response, I felt her begin to grind up and down my body, trying her best to take in more of my cock.
She gasped and tried to make words. They came out as slack-jawed gibberish. Another few inches sank into her impossibly-tight pussy, and her eyes floated up into the back of her head. She started to drool. Part of me was worried that I'd gone overboard and genuinely turned her into a zombie. Another part of me was both insanely horny and incredibly satisfied that I'd done just that.
I unleashed my demonic aura, drawing her in its power, and a river of juices began to run down my cock. With how far gone she already was, I saw no sense in holding anything back.
She began wailing and shouting in a nearly manic voice, still unable to properly speak. It was like another language - the language of a fuck-zombie slave. In it, I heard her promise to be mine and serve me forever, if only I would let her keep feeling this unimaginable pleasure.
"You're mine," I said, taking a firm hold of her hips.
She screamed again, wordlessly, rapturously surrendering. I leveraged my demonic strength and forced her to take my entire cock in one go. I honestly had no idea whether her mental or physical surrender made her come first, but she did, and there were simply no words to describe how much farther gone she was for those moments.
After she came down from wherever her mind went after reaching such a high, I began to use her like my own pocket pussy, and brought her right back up. Thanks to the size of my cock, my demonic aura affecting her libido, the new tightness of her pussy, and how I'd made her entire canal into one big G-spot, she was completely defenseless. She was a slave to the physical pleasure that only I could provide, even though it occurred to me that sex with any other man would still probably feel better than any regular sex she'd ever had with any regular man. That made my demonic jealousy flare up. As I gave her the ride of her life, I penetrated her mind and growled my commands into her.
No other men. No attraction to them, ever. No pleasure from them, ever. No lust for them. Nothing for them. All that love and lust is for one man, one son, one demon - ME.
Tears streamed down her face, mixing with her drool. They were tears of joy beyond joy. I felt her mind not just accept my commands, but eagerly embrace them - even thank me for them. My jealousy was replaced with deep satisfaction.
With her next screams, she almost formed a word. I was actually impressed. It came out as "Mah, mah, mah," as she still struggled to control her own muscles. I didn't know if she wanted to say "Max"or "Master." I chuckled at the idea that she was trying to say both at once. I kept pounding her like a steam locomotive. Her pussy was trying its best to crush my cock; only Ash's had ever come closer to actually doing so. The feeling was incredible - not just the pressure, but the sense that her pussy couldn't decide whether to try to push me out, pull me in, or ruin me entirely - and that my powerful, gigantic demon cock wouldn't be told what to do and wouldn't succumb. With every thrust in and every withdrawal, it was conquering her all over again, showing her who was in control. I pushed myself all the way inside of her and held there; her pussy clamped down hard on my shaft. I was so deep that I felt the tip of my cock poking out of her stomach and brushing up against mine. My mother was the queen of all dicks, and I'd forced her to forsake all of them except mine - the one that was threatening to burst out of her. Still, I didn't stop. I kept on going as I let my mother sink into our depravity, and let her know who was the one doing it.
She screamed and moaned again - and again, she couldn't quite form a full word. I decided I'd had enough of that.
I dug into her mind again. This time, I spoke the commands aloud too. "It's Master," I demanded. "From now on I am your Master, and you will address me as such, at least when we are like this."
"Yes Master, I'm sorry Master," my mother feverishly replied. I'd given her back her ability to speak, and she'd accepted the new command as more gospel. She didn't care as long as I cared for her, loved her, and gave her what she craved.
Ever since Rayna had entered my life and I'd started having sex, the stand-and-carry position had been my favorite, because it showed off my newfound strength and total dominance. As much as I loved it, though, it was risky on a wet floor. My strength and reflexes may have been enhanced to near a superhuman level, but that didn't mean that accidents couldn't happen. So with much grit and reluctance, I forced myself to detach my mother from my meaty shaft.
"Bend over," I commanded as I placed her on wobbly legs.
"Yes Master," she replied, as she tried to turn around and then placed her hands against the tiled wall with a loud slap. Once she was in place, I impaled her once again. My cock alone was enough to hold her upright.
Loud, wet, slapping sounds could be heard all around the bathroom once I started fucking my mother again, but they paled in comparison to the ecstatic wails, moans, and groans emanating from my mother. I was now going full throttle into her from behind. The angle of attack allowed me to hit every spot inside her incredibly slick pussy. Her face, at least from what I could see as she was now facing sideways, was a mess of pleasure: an O-shaped mouth across her face and her tongue lolling out, as all sense of decorum had left her a long time ago. All that mattered to her was the ocean of euphoria that I was pumping into her. Besides responding to my questions and demands with "Master," and some filler, most other words escaped her.
"Damn, I'm getting close," I gruffed out as the tightness of her velvety pussy gripped hard around my shaft. My little experiment had been a big success. It had turned my mother's pussy into the best one I had ever felt, even better than my little succubus'. It wasn't just incredibly hot, wet, and resilient; it was also strong. It gripped my cock so hard that at one point I felt as though we were joined together as a single entity - one body, and maybe also one soul. Not only that, but it made her cum over and over again without much effort at all. It was so good that I wanted all my slaves to have the same kind of pussy, though I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted all of them to be quite so zombified. I figured Rayna would be able to keep some of her wits about her if she wanted to, but I didn't know about either Ash or Ella. Ash, I thought, might happily revert back to her animal nature, and Ella, like my mom, was only human.
"Master, cum, please, Master, cum, please, Master!" my mother managed to moan out. Then she squealed as she came one last time. Her frantic begging pushed me over the edge, and I granted her humble request. I embedded myself into her and flooded her womb with my scalding spunk.
"Fuck," I roared as I emptied my balls into her tight, slick snatch. I couldn't tell, but I had a feeling her stomach might have inflated just a little bit from the amount of cum I was emptying inside her.
With a huge shift of my hips away from her, I withdrew my massive cock with a loud pop. It was frothy from our combined juices. I stood back from her, and, with no support from my strength, she collapsed to the floor. It might have seemed a shameful sight to some, but not to me. She was now on her knees, ass firmly planted on the floor, a white viscous encumbrance slowly leaking out of her sensitive pussy, her body trembling as it tried to get back down to earth. To me, it was the beauty of a slave that had completely surrendered, and had been rewarded for it.
I knew I could have gone over and slipped my cock right back into her, and I knew she wouldn't have minded. I hearkened back to another one of Rayna's lessons, though: sometimes you just need to let the woman to bask in the afterglow of sex.
I decided to sit down on the very bench my mother had occupied and let the warm water from the rain shower head wash all over me. It felt good; it even seemed to wash away some of the aches and pains I'd been feeling from all the strain I'd been going through. That blissful feeling was quickly interrupted by an unnatural wet pleasure wrapped around my cock. I opened my eyes to see what was going on. It was my mother, who'd crawled over from where she was and now had my cock back in her mouth.
"You know, Master," she said in between licks, "I always loved the way my pussy tasted on a cock, but ours together is the best. It's just the best."
"That's because Master's cock is like no one else's," Rayna said, breaking our little moment. Once again,my mother and I were caught red-handed by the very same trio of women from last night. Rayna, Ella, and Ash were all standing there in the room, all in freshly-changed clothes. Rayna and Ella were smirking, and Ash was squirming in place, as though she had ants in her pants and was trying not to dance. She was in her fully human form, but if she hadn't been, I knew I would have seen her tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.
"How long have you been standing there?" my mother asked, unfazed by the fact that she'd been caught sucking her son's cock. She had fully accepted her new lot in life; that, in it of itself, made me smile.
"Not long," Ella said with a smile "You know we could hear you scream down from the stairs."
For the rest of the day, it was a nonstop fuckfest as my slaves put me through my paces. My dick wasn't left alone to rest for longer than ten minutes before someone stepped up and claimed it for themselves. It was a day of pure fun, but what was surprising was how my mother fell in line with the whole slave thing and had sex with all the other women. As it turned out, she'd had repeated fantasies where she would bring multiple women into her and my father's bed, and he would watch as she went to town on them. Suffice it to say, my mother was one hundred percent bi, despite wanting to be in a more involved relationship with a man. That became more apparent when I saw my mother sixty-nining Ella as they both tried to scoop out the fresh loads I had left inside their pussies. I didn't know what was sexier: my fiance and mother both licking out my spunk from each other's snatch, or the fact that right afterward, they proceed to engage in a heated makeout session while right in front of me. It wasn't until much later that I realized that they were putting on a show for me so that I could get hard once again. It worked, of course. Ash swooped in and began to ride me, putting the bed springs under tremendous strain. The bed survived, but the sheets didn't. Ash flooded them when she squirted hard after I came inside her.
Also, at some point during the day I decided to establish a hierarchy system within my slave group. Rayna readily agreed, informing me that any harem of sufficient size needed more organization than just one master and a bunch of slaves.
There were lots of arguments to be made. Rayna was a demon who wasn't my familiar, and she'd been my first slave. I also owed her a tremendous debt for helping me realize my potential. Ella, however, I'd known the longest - or second-longest, I supposed - and we'd both loved each other for a long time. We were also getting married. Ultimately, I'd decided not to decide when it came to the two of them, which was a bit of a cop out. Still, they seemed to be perfectly okay with being joint Head Slaves. They cemented their new positions with a surprisingly tender makeout session, neither of them dominant or submissive to the other. Something about the contrast to all the raunchy, intense sex we'd been having made it even hotter to watch.
As for Azura, she became the bottom slave. That would have been my mother's position - not only since she was my newest slave, but also because she was so profoundly sexually submissive, and had a kink for being forced to do improper things and risk exposure. Still, I had conquered Azura according to ancient magical traditions, and it turned out that she still desperately needed and wanted a mommy. In exchange for a position above my familiar, Mom agreed to treat Ash like a true daughter - which most definitely included lots of sex - and to shower her with all the love and affection she could cram into a day. Thanks to Rayna's training, I was reasonably sure that Ash wouldn't gnaw my mom's nipples off, but just in case, I gave them a little tweak with my Ultimate Mastery to make them extremely resilient - and to get plenty of pleasure from extra-aggressive nursing.
As I sat on a couch with Rayna giving me a fantastic titty fuck, I saw my mother order Azura to eat out the creampie I'd just left her. Of course, Azura couldn't refuse such an offer, but even after every last ounce of spunk was lapped up from my mother's snatch, Azura just kept on licking. Every time my mother praised her and told her that she loved her, Azura's eyes would sparkle. I knew I'd chosen correctly. I also knew that my familiar was already happily submissive to Rayna, her tutor in all things mortal - plus the art of sucking a cock without biting it off. That only left her and Ella. I had a feeling everything there would be just fine.
The next order of business was to use my Ultimate Mastery on my other three slaves, altering their pussies just like I had my mother's. I was going to start with Ella, but she shook her head. I was confused at first, and once again faced wa challenge to my authority that I didn't know how to deal with. Then I saw a glint in her eye, and realized that doing her last was going to be worth it.
Rayna was like molding clay. It was at once so much easier than forcing a change on a mortal body, but also more difficult, because the clay itself seemed evasive and slippery. Rayna was already a shapeshifter, so the idea of changing her - not to mention keeping her a certain way - didn't really make sense. She let me squirm and fume for a little while, but then, as coyly submissive as could be, she humbly suggested that maybe I should just command her to shift her form however I wanted her to. I practically smacked myself in the forehead. Ella giggled. As the resident fantasy nerd, she'd already figured that out.
Azura was something else entirely. When I delved deep into her mind, I found not one 3D hologram, but three - one for each of her forms. I decided to only change the two human-like forms to start, and once I did, that's when Azura went wild. She thrashed around, nearly ripping into bed sheets, and let out a howl that could have called all the dogs in the entire town. Luckily, me and Rayna reacted in time to place a shadow barrier around us. The howling was contained, but the ride was far from over. Finally, at the end of the most brutal, primal, demonic fuck I'd ever given or received, just before I was about to unload into her, she clamped down on my dick, hard. She squeezed down so tightly that the force would have smashed any mere mortal's cock into a paste, but mine held. In fact, not only did it hold, but it enlarged itself against Azura's vice-like pussy. It pushed hard against the scalding hot flesh. The tightness was unimaginable, and the heat that was coming off of her was so intense and sexual that I couldn't delay my climax any longer. I flooded her like I never had before, and all she made was a soft meowing sound as I bathed her insides with my warmth. After I finished, I tried my best to dislodge myself from her, but my cock didn't budge. With the force and tightness of Azura's pussy, and my newly expanded cock, we, in essence, were fused - or in other words, knotted. I knotted myself like a dog knotted to his bitch. It was a weird feeling, but I'd never felt closer to her. After a while, she did loosen her grip and I managed to slip out of her. She curled up just like a sleepy puppy as she basked in the warmth of my spunk now resting deep inside her. It was a cute sight, and I wanted to see more, but someone quickly took control of my dick and began to get it hard once again.
After another round of amazing sex - with Rayna, as it turned out - it was finally Ella's turn. I tried to assert myself silently - imposing upon her with my powerful demonic body, demanding that she explain her disobedience. She sauntered over to me, wrapped her arms softly around me, and lifted her lips to my ear.
"When we make love, baby," she said, "when you get me pregnant, I want to know it. I still want to be here. I want it to be intense, of course, and I want to cum so hard, but I don't want to be a mindless fuck-zombie. I want us to be able to talk to each other, love each other completely, in every single way. You can change my pussy to make it the best you've ever had; I want that for both of us. But my pussy is for lovemaking, Max, between husband and wife."
It was beautiful. My demonic side didn't rumble any objections. The thought of getting Ella pregnant excited it, and of course, my heart melted all over again. Rayna was probably eavesdropping, but she had the decency not to make any noises or undercut the moment with a quip.
Besides that, Ella wasn't done.
"I also want to be the best submissive, mindless, totally-owned, totally-conquered fuck-zombie you'll ever have in your entire life, Master," she whispered. "I have to be the best. I have to be better than your mom, your familiar, and your sex demon, and any other slave you ever claim."
My cock was throbbing with an entirely new kind of heat. My breathing got heavy. Ella was making a serious play. She was giving me feather touches all over my body, but avoiding any of the obvious spots.
"And that's why I want you to do it to my ass, Master," she said, breathing heavily into my ear. "More than any of those other pussies. Change my ass. Make it so that it can take the biggest, thickest, hardest version of your cock, and the hardest fucking it's ever given anyone, and drink up gallons of your cum every single time. Make it the ultimate slave hole - the one that fucks me up so good and so hard that you'll have to fly into the next world and carry my soul back to my fucking body. I want you to fuck me in my magical ass so hard that I cum to fucking death."
She kissed me, then, right near my ear, and took a single fingertip to my balls. She tickled the seam and fluttered upwards along my rigid shaft, pausing at the most sensitive part on the underside of the head. After all the insane, intense sex we'd had that day, her single-finger-job was about to make me come. I was going to let it happen.
"But we ARE going to make my boobs bigger too eventually," she said. "You promised."
I shuddered and nodded. She smiled, and tickled my cock. It exploded, and Ella happily moved her hands and her body all around, catching as much of the massive load as she could on her skin or in her mouth. My other three slaves helped clean her off. When I came to my senses, I delved into Ella's mind, and found her body map. I set to work, changing both her pussy and her ass. I almost wasn't going to do anything to her breasts - not until we'd found a way to deal with both Liz and Ella's mom, and thus create a safe space of at least two houses where we didn't have to hide everything - but at the last minute, I had an idea. In addition to turning her breasts into yet another intensely sexual organ that would receive incredible pleasure from both me and my other slaves, I also set in motion a gradual increase in size. I knew I would probably have to revisit the issue again, but it made me happy to think of Ella realizing, over time, that she was already starting to get her wish.
I was sorely tempted to go back and change Mom's and Azura's asses, but I decided that, at least for a little while, Ella's would be the only one. I knew she'd like that a lot.
I don't know how many times I came that day, but it was well north of fifteen. All I do know was that we all had one hell of a time, and that the house reeked of sex. We eventually found ourselves down in the media room all lounging together as it got dark outside. Every one of my slaves was thoroughly satisfied, including my bubbling succubus, who at that point was just cuddling on my right hand side. Ella, who was now a co-head slave and my fiance, took my left. As for my Cyn and Azura, they were down below, slowly nursing on my hardening cock. Cyn was taking over for Rayna and teaching her how to properly worship it. Azura was all too eager to learn how to please her 'Pack Master,' and learning all of that from my mother made it feel all the better for me - especially when I feel two exquisitely hot mouths wrapped around my shaft at the same time.
It was the perfect end to a very, very, very perfect fuck-filled day, but still, even with all my slaves, the sex demon part inside of me wanted more. It wanted more slaves to fuck, to dominate, to make mine. It wanted it all, and for once I was in agreement.