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Her head flung backward, her hair splaying in a blonde arc, her neck striating to yield one grateful masochistic squeal. The succubus laughed heatedly, gripping the ram-horns of her twin to force her head further back, separating their jiggling busts. She took the nipple of one petite breast into her mouth, and nursed from the nymph as I burrowed my thumbs to the bottom knuckles, and pulled apart, revealing the abhorrent ruby channel that so contrasted the gentle alabaster flesh surrounding it, like parting an innocent façade to reveal the true whore inside. I could feel the spasm that lanced through the nymph from within the succubus, and she could feel it tenfold. She clenched around me in a vice-hold of lewd muscles, rolling along my length to milk me into her. Her tail relentlessly tortured my prostate, and she watched me from her evil violet eyes, her mouth rotating about the nipple she tenderly feasted upon. It was time. I accelerated to a fervent pace, my body burning with exertion, compelled relentlessly by the lust that stayed my exhaustion. Feminine nectar squelched from the ovules I violated, slickening their brutal impaling, my tips finding the convulsing bottoms of the women, their walls closing in around me. The succubus lost her equanimity at the end, and her head fell against the astral floor so that she could cry out again and again, her voice high and desperate, but nowhere near the shrill tenor of her twin, the nymph who was lost in the mania of her ecstasy, screaming at the sky with unseeing eyes. Her slender back flexed in shadows, her narrow waist twisted about her wide hips, her anus clenched around my invading thumbs, and her cunt seized about my cock, trapping me within her. I plastered myself against them, the ecstasy lancing through my loins, the pressure building, building, building, then bursting! With a heave, I emptied myself into them, joining our voices in a final crescendo. Then, all was dark. I was in a bed of moist soil when I awoke, the moon shining in its midnight position, bathing the roots of the spruce in an ethereal blue. There was a large pod before me, egg-shaped and membranous, sprouting from one of the roots. I glanced around, and noted that there were hundreds of them, but none so large as the one before me. It burst open with a flood of fluid, and a female body uncurled from a fetal ball. The woman had pale purple skin canvasing an hourglass figure whose curves were alluring and maternal. Light green veins branched her body, the blood within them glowing from beneath her flesh. Her hair was black with streaks of white, and from her mane, protruded two sets of horns: a set of demonic succubi horns that curved upward from the front of her crown, and a set of ram horns that curved backward just behind them. Her eyes were large with violet sclera, but contained emerald irises that burned with greater intensity, set like jewels above subtle cheeks and lush lips. Swaying behind her was a long thin tail, and unfolding from her back was a set of black feathered wings. “I have chosen a physical form,” Arbor said, “so that I may partake in worldly matters without needing to use one of my children’s bodies.” “It’s beautiful,” I said, “you’re beautiful.” “Thank you, Zander.” Arbor replied with a smile, “The two halves of me worked hard to design it.” “A true representation of your dichotomy.” “Commonality. I am one woman. I always was one woman.” She glanced up humping at the sky, “The mind may partition itself, but it is still singular, and the shackles that are imposed upon it are ultimately self-imposed.” She sighed, “I was never truly Elena Straltaira’s slave, but the desire to be owned was too great to deny. A part of me still aches to call her ‘master,’ and know no troubles but her troubles.” She looked over her shoulder at me, “Is that what mortal love is?” “Something like that.” “It is exciting.” Arbor said with a small smile, “Very exciting to be ignorant. I will explore this world of flesh until I know all its pains and pleasures.” “You’ll be here for a long time then.” “Indeed.” She turned back to the pods, “Did you ever sire children, Zander Fredeon?” “No.” “Now you have sired hundreds of sons.” She raised her arms, and the pods began to pulse, “Though do not be surprised if none bear your likeness.” “I don’t think I’m suited for fatherhood.” “It is fortunate that you will not have to raise them then.” The pods began to shake, big their translucent shells revealing the writhing forms within them. One by one, the male nymphs emerged, cum their bodies varying in color and features, but every single one of them strong and tall, born into early manhood. 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