The Bewitching Hour

Bellatrix Primadonna awoke to the sound of grumbling in her belly. The succubus rubbed the crimson skin with a groan, a tall and statuesque figure clad in a bondage-style, black leather bikini. She usually preferred to wear little as possible, but reminded herself guests were still in the manor, and wasn't sure if all of them were comfortable with her in the buff. Symbiotically bound to the eldritch abomination disguised as the mansion she presided over, an unfortunate side-effect was that she shared its appetite.

Crowned by curled horns, silken black hair trailed after her when she marched from her room, with a heavy bounce of her breasts that punctuated each stride she took. Leathery wings wrapped about her back, her golden eyes roaming through the dimly lit hallways. “Perhaps a change of scenery is in order,” she mused and focused, the empty rooms shifted on her command.

Her ample hips and buttocks swayed with each exaggerated movement. A spaded tail flicked lazily about. Her lip curled further when her stomach growled some more.

Then, rolling her eyes, she pressed against a wall that opened up into a mass of meaty flesh, swallowed her, and a squelch sounded as she was funneled through the creature's nervous system, to be deposited far below.

A hole opened up like a mouth and spat her out. A thin layer of translucent substance soaked her and dripped from the wound that closed over, and she shook herself off, her slimy mane smoothed back under both clawed hands.

The basement was precisely as she remembered it. The creature's core had once imprisoned the she-devil, sapping her strength to survive.

Yet further into the darkened chamber, she spotted a pulsating wound that throbbed and leaked threads of cosmic energies.

“Ahh, I see,” Bellatrix pondered aloud. “You must be expanding a vast amount of reserves to try and replenish yourself.” She shook her head and stroked a palm down the slippery wall to pet the injured beast. “Don’t worry, we’ll both be well fed. I know just the tasty morsels to turn to~.”

She knew certain current visitors had no problem with a drop-dead sexy succubus wandering off nude, so she cast off her costume entirely, which the floor gobbled up. It was little more than a light snack, but she telepathically reminded the beast that it would have to hold it over for now.

Again she stepped into a rift that appeared on a surface and mentally directed it to her chosen destination. Rapidly traveling through its 'intestines', she finally arrived at the room she sought. Gradually she peeked from the surface that opened up like a birth canal, her pendulous breasts glazed once she half-emerged.

“Ooh~! A new decoration? I approve,” teased Foal-Bearer when the heavy tit that surfaced swelled into her open palm. The maid playfully squeezed the naked breast and felt the broad, erect nipple tickle her skin, the older twin nude save for stockings and heels. She smacked her lips.

Bellatrix smiled thinly at her. “Feel me up all you like,” she offered, enjoying the breeder's practiced skill, her melons rolled and massaged in her tender hands. Then, letting out pleasant sighs, the demoness turned her attention to the other twin, who was bent over the bed, getting her ass pounded by the warrior ram.

Wet Nurse’s rump wobbled each time Dion delivered a hefty smack that made the sisters yelp from shared pain and bliss. Crimson eyes found hellish yellows without missing a beat.

“Oh, hello there!” Dion greeted cheekily, rubbing circles around Wet Nurse’s well-spanked bottom. “Tae wit dae we owe th’ honor ov yer presence?”

Pants hissed from Wet Nurse, her face burning bright while she nibbled on the sheets. Her crotch dripped like a faucet all over his swollen balls. “D-Dion offered to...mmhg~! Train us!” She managed. “A little discipline should make us more effective warriors, don't you think so too?”

“It looks more like a simple recreation to me. Not that I'm opposed,” observed Bellatrix, cooing as the first twin continued to rub, tweak, and bounce her supple bust. The shapeshifter’s rack easily dwarfed even the busty crystal mare’s. “As for why I’m here, I require your assistance.”

“Oh?” Foal-Bearer looked up, idly stroking the demon’s tender tits. “How can we be of service?”

“Well, this would make a fine start,” Bellatrix murmured, placing a hand atop the maid's scalp, directing her downwards. Foal-Bearer sank to her knees and proceeded to lick and slurp at the dripping hot cunt, making the she-devil sigh with ease. “A-ahhh, that’s it…you know I need the occasional bit of release to sustain myself.”

“Good thing your-ah~! N-not as insatiable as that hyper-stallion!” Wet Nurse moaned, happily kicked her legs as another swat landed on her bare ass and made the soft pink flesh ripple. “H-how about it, Sir Dion? Want to help out?”

“H-heh! A’m game if she is!”

Bellatrix studied the ram while the older twin continued to lick out her slimy snatch. “Mmm, normally, I wouldn't bother with bulky, testosterone-ridden types,” she murmured, her eyes dancing over the ram’s physique. “But I must admit, I’m rather curious about my sister’s curious recent fascination with sheep. And while I have no preference between males or females, my female biology prefers to have a cock buried womb deep inside it to sate my needs.”

A sly grin parted her lips. “Of course, I could always borrow one of Beatrix's potions to provide the twins with temporary extra bits…~.”

“O, That won't be necessary,” answered Dion, whose grin broadened as he gazed over the devil’s curves and supple flesh. Wet Nurse slid from his lap and immediately squatted down and serviced his erect dick, wanting her lover polished with saliva, readied to freely take the succubus.

The twins openly expressed their statement that they lived to serve, the breeders determined to please their master and mistress. He stroked Wet Nurse's bobcut mane, met her half-lidded eyes that stared back up his musculature while she worked him over with sensual laps at his knob.

“I'm not some dainty little flower who’ll submissively open up to you,” warned the she-devil coyly. “I require a thorough thrashing~.”

“Haha! A submissive mare can be nice, bit like ye, Ah prefer a challenge,” boasted Dion, who felt himself twitch, buried balls deep in Wet Nurse's throat. The twins removed themselves, moist mouths still connected by trails mixed with saliva and discharge to their lovers’ respective cock and cunt. He patted his slicked-up cock, which bounced and throbbed in anticipation.

With both their genitals wet from the twins' tongues, Dion and Bellatrix stared down each other, anticipation built until the she-devil threw open her wings and sailed at the scarred sheep.

Bellatrix bowled him into the bed, wrestling the warrior for complete dominance, determination burning in her hellish pupils. Dion, in turn, was laughing when he struggled against her, neither quite able to decisively push the other around. Still, despite how soft and voluptuous her body felt, Bellatrix’s supernatural strength proved far beyond even her bold, imperious appearance.

“Nn Aaagh~! C’mon, Dion,” she hissed tauntingly through her fangs. “Stop treating me like my sweet sister and fuck me!!”

His muscles bulged, veins threatening to pop when Dion rolled her over and pushed himself atop the succubus. He kneed her thighs apart, her legs forced back when his massive member pressed against her opening and teased the pink, puffy lips open. A moist squelch met his ears when his cock punctured its way into her moist pussy, driven balls deep into a mating press.

“Urrrrgh!! Ahh, fucking shit~! Yeeeees~!!” Bellatrix closed her eyes and lewdly moaned, nearly split in half by the massive invader. Then, in one go, he punched past her cervix and claimed her womb. Her clawed toes curled when she scratched his muscular back and bit into his shoulder. “G-gods, you’re so damn deep~!”

He gasped and mercilessly hammered her into submission, it made clear she could take a raw pounding, as her twat spattered its sweet nectar over his furry crotch. Heavy balls slapped against her puckered asshole, the twins entranced while they openly, wetly masturbated each other.

Schlicks sounded as fingers rapidly thrust in-and-out of slick twats, cutie marks aglow when the sisters pleasure each other, and in turn themselves. “F-fuck, he's such a vile brute,” moaned Foal-Bearer. “Poor Beatrix couldn’t walk out of the room without wobbling funny!”

“Nnnah! I-I can see why she spends so much time with you and Oona~,” Bellatrix snickered, eying the sturdy warrior coolly before groping her heavy tits and lifting her nipples to suck on, much to Dion’s viewing delight. Her buttocks clapped under his savage slams, the bed creaked and threatened to break, even after the twins had reinforced it since he routinely impaled them.

With one deep thrust, Bellatrix felt his cock finally hit the back of her well-stretched womb, causing her to scream out in ecstasy, claws digging into her tender tit-flesh. “Fuuuck!! Ugh, how are you still hard after fucking them so much?!”

“Ah, we took a wee break befur gettin’ intae round three,” Dion admitted, pausing to catch his breath, sweat dripping from his daunt arms. “Still, Ah thought ye’d be harder tae conquer~.”

As if on cue, the she-devil bent her legs to push the ram off her, tossing him onto his back where she straddled him. Her claws raked down his pectorals, left red marks over the surface of his skin, rocked powerful hips atop her pinned prey. “A-aah~! D-don't get too cocky! You’re lucky I enjoy having this fat, ram dick inside me~!”

“Heh! Wouldn’t dream ov it,” he chuckled, eying those bouncing titties that clapped together with each bounce, his wrists firmly held down by her hands. She relished the way he stretched her out, few able to truly satisfy the lusty succubus when she was stirred up. Bellatrix would make a note to try and attend with Beatrix when she visited the sheep’s world to sample more specimens.

Her spaded tail snaked behind her, slipped up into Wet Nurse's tight, warm birth canal with a loud squash. She mewled in answer.

Intent to help out, Foal-Bearer settled her rump down onto the ram's face. Her soft, warm crystal ass cheeks spread across his snout when she leaned in, arced her tits towards Bellatrix, who suckled at milky orbs that leaked over her lips.

Wet Nurse rolled her ample hips and gripped the tail as the spade explored her snatch in slow, sensuous churns. “Sir D-Dion likes mares who can fight for themselves,” she explained between huffs. “S-so Bellatrix, the next time we're not busy, think you can train us some more...?”

Bellatrix wetly popped off a wide, perky nipple smeared in milk, her own pouting lips stained white. She smirked and slowly licked up the sweet treat before answering, “Yes, I would be happy to whip these cute asses into shape!” She landed hard smacks alongside Dion on the maid's spanked bright red tush to punctuate her words, which made Foal-Bearer squirm on his face.

Dion chuckled against pussy smashed around his maw. His matted snout was currently halfway buried inside, so most of his responses were muffled under Foal-Bearer’s plush backside.

“I-I think I’ve come up with a new arrangement,” Bellatrix groaned, whose fingers continued to milk the maid’s teats while her cunt milked the ram’s vein-lined breeding stick. “Normally, when the mansion travels temporarily to other dimensions, I simply allow it to gobble up the remains of graveyards. A grisly, blasphemous activity, but better than letting the abomination feed off the living. But since the creature has synced up with me, we've practically become one. So if I'm able to sate my own basest needs...”

“Ye state th’ needs ov th’ beast,” Dion managed to say against the crystal mare’s supple flank, hands groping the devil’s shapely ass. “So wit A’m hearin’ is by layin’ with ye, we help it heal~?”

“Better,” slyly purred Bellatrix, wiggling her rump to grind more cock into her greedy hole. “Any sexual release will replenish the torn tissue. Admittedly, not as effective as the corpses it would normally consume, but perhaps if I were to host an orgy composed of dozens collected across different dimensions…~.”

“I think a certain imp has rubbed off on you,” Foal-Bearer teased playfully, thankful for the breast massage to ease their ache. Since Shadow Scythe had switched her and her sister's heads, she had inherited those plush melons, which painfully swelled on occasion and needed to be milked. Yet to have them toyed with until they were drained dry proved positively orgasmic!

The maid moaned shamelessly; her milky mammaries rolled in circles, distended, nipped, nibbled, and sucked on. At the same time, Wet Nurse pressed against the she-devil's back, bucked back on the tail that impaled her, while she molested Bellatrix's jiggly jugs.

“U-umph~! So much stamina!” moaned Bellatrix, clearly impressed. “But I feel the way your cock throbs inside me, warrior. You must be close~!”

“A-aye!” Confessed Dion, teeth clenched as he felt the she-devil milk his shaft tightly. She was more pliable than anyone he’d slept with, the shapeshifter able to manipulate her entire body at will. Her pussy perfectly conformed to the shape of his dick, wetly sucking its entirety off.

He grunted and bucked his muscular hips back against her, felt her slit drool down his heated loins. Then, hungrily he ate out Foal-Bearer as the warrior realized he had reached the point of no return, felt his swelled up balls ache for release, and his inflamed shaft angrily throbbed.

The succubus widened a vicious grin, wanting to try a new trick she had learned during her time melded with the abomination. Lusty energies that had once consumed her made her their slave; now she radiated them off her at her will. That energy swarmed from her, a pink illumination that suffused the entire room, her desires and sexual release shared with everyone present.

Howls rose from the foursome who thrashed and came at the same time. The multiplied bliss between the maids made them messily squirt and burn red, so overwhelmed while they shook that the pair of them slumped unconscious, stupefied smiles on their sleeping faces. Bellatrix arced her breast and cast back her head with a violent scream when she soaked him, too.

At the same time, Dion pulsed inside her womb, blasting baby batter all over her slick core. Grunts thundered out each time he filled her up.

After a measure of sanity returned, Bellatrix carefully removed the maids and placed them prone on the bed. “Haaaaah.… Thank you, a-all of you,” she whispered and patted their plush posteriors in appreciation. She purred as she pulled off of Dion’s shaft, their combined cream drooling out her lips, pooling over his wooly legs. “Mmm, I can hardly wait to do more of this~.”

She sensed the wound in the basement had partially healed, and not just by their efforts. She detected light moaning through the hollow walls, suspecting her sister and Oona were having their own private session. Yet it would need far more to finally be sated, the few who still lingered here after the wedding ceremony unable to quench it.

She didn't like to pull people in at random. But surely some of Beatrix's old friends would like to repay her, after she had aided them...?

“Aww…. Looks like they're all tuckered out,” said Dion, who stroked the cheeks of the twins as they soundly rested, cuddled close to each other. “Wonder what they're dreaming about?”

“Probably you,” replied Bellatrix, who in a flash shifted into her angelic form, far from satisfied. Her skin turned pale and radiant with a soft glow, golden eyes a soft blue, silky black mane to golden curls, leather wings to a feathered white plume, tail, claws, and horns banished once a halo hovered above her scalp. “Surely the big, bad warrior hasn't been spent so quickly?”

“Nah, Ah just need some water, an’ A’m good tae go! Hehe, though Ah don’t think we’re th’ only ones not yet satisfied,” said Dion, who watched the pussies of the sisters continue to milk the air.

Bellatrix snickered, offering him a water bottle, which he took large gulps from. “Well, the twins always tell me to continue until I'm satisfied, even if they're unconscious...” It wasn't unusual for the siblings to pass out from the shared, doubled ecstasy wrought between them amidst a climax. “A contest to see who can make them come first?”

“Wouldn’t they climax at th’ same time?” He shrugged. “Ah mean, why not? If they’re alright with it, Ah can’t complain.” He pulled Wet Nurse to him, spread one of her ass cheeks, and prodded his tip at her puckered pink asshole, the warm ring teased by his slicked up shaft.

“A handicap? You are bold,” said Bellatrix, who shifted her abdomen to form twin pairs of massive, black horsecocks.

“Got tae learn tae please my mates, whate’er th’ situation.” He swatted the maid's ass, pressed into its hot confines. Meanwhile, Bellatrix did the same, one horse shaft buried in Foal-Bearer's ass and the other in her pussy, a layer of warm flesh between them so thin her tools practically rubbed. Buttocks clapped once the contestants drove deep into their chosen breeder bitch.

He couldn’t understand why anyone would choose a life of servitude over freedom. But Bellatrix realized how it could paradoxically set one free, to embrace a role that filled the twins with purpose, dedicated to the pleasures of others in order to also fulfill themselves.

They leaned in to cup and grope breasts, planted kisses and nibbles on their necks and ears. Squelches sputtered from well-stretched, well-used fuckholes, low moans into the sheets coming out the drooling maws of the twin maids.

The pair pounded faster and harder into the sisters, fucked them raw, grunts and groans rising to match the mewls of the bitch breeders below them. Bellatrix's thoughts were distracted by an awareness she needed to share this knowledge of the manor's wound with Beatrix and Lady Ewe, who thanks to her connection to the creature, was able to watch the whole interior at once.

She usually hated to invade their privacy, but a smidge of worry struck her, and she had to make certain they were okay. The couple was currently engaged in their own amorous activities to her relief, blissfully unaware that Shadow Scythe had deeply wounded the manor on her escape.

The pleasantly plump sheep was busy mewling, rolling her mountainous bust while Beatrix drank from her dripping well below. The unicorn’s rear was high in the air, wiggling around while her fingers stroked along her own wet marehood. A rare warm smile crossed the angel's face to witness her sister so contented, thankful she had discovered such an excellent partner.

(Forgive the interruption,) telapathically cast Bellatrix into their minds, which made Oona yelp in alarm. (But this is an emergency.)

“Mmmgh!? O-oh! Hello sister!” Cheekily replied Beatrix, who blushed while her snout was covered with shiny fem cum.

(Don't stop on my account. I dropped in to warn you that when Shadow Scythe escaped, she left a nasty wound in the manor's basement. I'm trying to heal it, but I can't do it alone. Beatrix, could you gather some old friends of yours?)

Beatrix pulled herself up to rock her ample hips against her partner, their lower lips sticky when they loudly kissed. “S-sure, but why?”

(Rather than feed the mansion more corpses, I found an...alternative. Sexual recreation.”

A soft giggle came from Lady Ewe. “You mean poor Beatrix has tae lay around th’ manor? O, However will she cope~?” She teased her lover with a roll of her eyes, biting her lip as she pushed her moist muff back into Beatrix's own. “Yes, Ah would be happy tae help out.”

“Sure, I'll gather up every one I can...after we're finished,” promised Beatrix, winking before resuming to cuddle and hump her sheep lover. The couple groaned once the first of many orgasms to come that night crashed over them. “It's about...humph...time I picked Cerise and her buddies back up anyhow~!” She squealed, she and her partner soaking the sheets below them.

Bellatrix mentally returned to her own session, as she and Dion roughly slammed into slumbering maids. They dominated the flesh that rippled underneath them, felt it give and quiver under their firm fondling, nipples pinched and twisted.

More grumbles came from the competitive pair who rocked the maids, their cutie marks glowing, pleasure shared and doubled between them. Then, like Dion predicted, the siblings went at the same time, drenched and violently milked them.

The twins shot awake, held hands while they wiggled and mewled. Then, hot semen pumped into their love holes, the pair of them turned to make out and moaned, while blast-after-blast pleasantly seared their well-worn orifices.

By the time their mouths separated, connected by trails of saliva, both proclaimed in unison, “Looks like you took our advice!”

“Aye,” grinned Dion, who patted their coral bottoms. “Hope ye wouldn't mind, after how ye woke me up last time!”

“Are you kidding? We loved it!” Assured Wet Nurse, licking the drool off her sister's chin.

“We wouldn't mind if you woke us up this way every morning,” sultrily teased Foal-Bearer. “Perhaps next time, we could be stirred to awareness with your snout and tongue buried in one of our hot, tight, wet cunts~?” She lewdly purred out the words, fingers spread in a v-shape while she darted her tongue in-and-out the 'twat'.

“Fuck, I'm wet again just thinking about it,” said her sister as they leered at each other. Wet Nurse's hips wiggled and she cooed.

“That's no problem for me,” replied Bellatrix, still buried balls deep in her chosen partner. “We'll have to do lots more of this, in order to make up for what Shadow Scythe's done.” Her brow furrowed, momentarily lost in contemplation.

The devil-turned-angel couldn't help but wonder, what was Shadow Scythe up to now...?