Arika rode my cock slowly, milking me with her blazing cunt. "And THEN she called ME a whore!"
I groaned as my cock lurched, shuddering in pleasure. "Uh huh."
"I mean, you're MY stepson. If your cock needs milking I should be the one to do it." She folded her arms beneath her scarlet breasts and sniffed imperiously, "AND if she'd have let me then I would have found out we were married EARLIER!" Her hips never ceased their rocking undulations as she rose and fell slowly, and I never stopped cumming.
"I know." Was the only reply I managed.
The half-devil woman had apparently come by after Bridget and I had fallen asleep. Or so I had thought.
Bridget had apparently slipped from my arms at some point to milk my cock in my sleep, and run Arika out with a stream of slurs when she'd asked to assist.
Undoubtedly to protect our cover, but Arika was hearing none of it.
"Well, is she or isn't she?"
I moaned as she squeezed me tight, "I'm sorry. What was the question?"
She growled and barked her teeth, "Aragh! You're just as bad as your mother!" She reached behind her and took one testicle in each clawed hand, and squeezed. "Is that little bitch your daughter, or isn't she?"
"She isn't! She isn't!"
She smiled and released me. "Good. I won't feel as bad when I
eat her
." An inferno consumed my cock as she came, a tornado of fiery lust that sucked the cum from my balls as her scalding cum splashed across my body.
Arika bounced a few more times before she purred and relaxed, basking in her aftershocks as she sucked the last of what my balls could offer. "There's a good boy.... Give it all to mommy.... Mmmm goood boy..."
Leaned close, she licked my neck with her long, red tongue, she whispered. "Don't worry Dilly Bear. Mommy knows how to play nice."
With that, she nipped at my neck and stood, leaving my cock to fall with a wet slap onto my belly. When it immediately throbbed a sigh of relief and fell limp.
I stared into the blue sky and sighed, entirely drained. Mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally, and sexually.
Blinking was a feat, so I chose to let tears fall from my eyes instead.
I watched the clouds pass and imagined I saw a pattern in them, in the birdsong around, and the swaying of the trees. I fell into that pattern and lost my mind to a simple existence.
Arika's voice woke me from my stupor, "Daughters, your father needs you."
I groaned, "No more.."
A tallish, athletic woman laid down at my side, just as a second identical woman appeared opposite her. Their hands crossed as they each stroked my face, "Don't worry, Father. We'll carry you."
Their arms snaked below my shoulders as they raised me up easily, moving the hands from my face below my thighs as they stood and lifted me wholly from the ground in one smooth motion.
I wrapped their broad shoulders in mine and hugged them tight. In part to distribute my weight better, but mostly to thank them for taking me away from her.
They didn't carry me far enough.
I was soon deposited on the back of a highly annoyed, black leathery horse. Jephrimael snorted his displeasure but continued to chew happily on what appeared to be the long bone of a large animal. Or a human femur. I fell against his mane, wrapping my arms around his neck as Grace and Joy fastened me into the saddle.
When they finished, Joy vanished and Grace smiled at me to ask, "Can we get you anything else, Father?" The pendant at her throat flashed with each word as her 'sister' echoed her words.
I sighed, "Water."
Grace smiled as Joy's hands tilted my head back gently from behind, while Grace lifted a waterskin to my lips.
I drank it dry and shook my head when they asked if I wanted more, "No thank you, ladies. You're wonderful..." One beamed as the other sparkled, both blushing crimson as I smiled.
Arika soon arrived carrying an enchanted Bag of Holding in one hand, and a clump of hair in the other. "Grace, remember. When you're wearing that man's face you do not speak. You grunt. And you will spit at least once behind your Father's back. "
She pointed at the amulet, "Joy, you do not come out if we're not in his tent. You watch and help guide Grace. And no praying to your Father. These men can feel the divine, and they will notice. That goes for both of you!"
Her severe finger and tone gave me flashbacks and I smiled, recalling my instructions for how to behave when my godmother had taken me to the Silver City and other heavenly courts.
I prayed Grace and Joy would listen better than I did.. and then I had an idea...
-She's only bossy when it's important, please listen to her-
Grace beamed a smile at me while Joy sparkled, and Arika turned to me with one of her own. "Do that again and I'll shove my tail up
your
ass. While it's sharp."
Grace frowned and stomped, "No! He was being nice!" Joy appeared opposite her to flank the woman, "You're being mean!"
I laughed and sat up with a struggle, "She's not being serious, ladies. It is disrespectful of me to talk behind her back like that, what I did was wrong."
I bowed my head and apologized to Arika, "I told them you're only bossy when it's important. Which is true."
The cambion fumed for a moment, eyes burning bright before she deflated quickly and wrung her hands. "No, I'm sorry. You.. you were my wife's.... You were my Dilly Bear.... And now you're all grown up... and-"
I cut her off, "And we can figure it out, Arika. I promise, I will always make you feel seen and respected. I will never belittle you. I will always love you, however you want me to." Her black eyes filled with golden tears, "I promise."
Her smile lit up the world as she wiped away her tears, "Can I still call you Dilly?"
I laughed, "Of course. Do you still want me to call you Devil Mommy?"
She smiled and bit her lips, eyes sparkling as she growled. "Oh... Please do..."
-- -- -- -- --
The encampment was bustling when we arrived. Fatass Fildain greeted us at the entrance. "Where the hell have you assholes been? And where's Jarret and Fenny?"
"Jarrett should have let his oracle talk longer," I explained with a growl, "It was an ambush, but we put all four bastards down." None of which was a lie, technically.
Grace, wearing Brynden's face, grunted in agreement before dramatically spitting towards Jeppy's hooves.
Fildain frowned, "Fuck! Jarrett owed me money!" He growled before waving me on, "Go on then, The Greyhound will want to see you."
As we moved through the camp I saw it was being torn down as quickly as it was erected. Pavilions and tents collapsed into banners and pennants with a command word, barricades and rolls of razor wire shrinking to fit into tackle boxes that could easily be used for fishing gear.
My own sat erect and untouched, with a very tiny, very pissed off woman waiting just beyond the magically sealed entry.
As soon as I crossed the threshold she screamed, "WHERE
THE FUCK
