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A knock came at the door to my parents'bedroom. I groaned in protest. "Go away," I whispered, too softly for whoever it was to hear.
Mom smiled, touched her hand to my face tenderly. "We can't stay in here all day."
"Yeah," I said, pulling one of her curvy legs over my waist and running my hand up along the smooth skin of her inner thigh towards her ass. "But maybe just a little longer."
"Hello?" Sean called from outside the room.
I sighed. Mom took my hand and placed it on my chest. She slid over me, out of the bed, and drew herself up to her full height, which was scarcely over five feet. She stretched, arms above her head and back arched, making a beautiful display of her massive breasts. "Coming," she said. She blushed, presumably realizing that could be taken two ways.
Climbing out of bed, I slid up behind Mom and reached around to grab those fabulous breasts. Mom allowed me to have my fun for a moment, but only a moment. Then she stepped away. "Clean yourself up," she said before doing just that herself.
Some of the aroma of sex left the room. Mom's hair looked like she'd just left the stylist. And a skimpy nightgown appeared out of nowhere, covering less than half of her giant ass. "I'll see you again later." Then she went to the door and opened it.
With a sigh, I focused on cleaning up all the sweat, cum and other secretions clinging to my body. I also freshened my breath and donned a pair of black silk pajama pants.
"Grandpa says to tell you to go say hi to your aunts," Sean said. The comment was obviously directed at me, but his eyes were glued to his grandmother.
"Thanks, Sean," I said as I walked up beside Mom. I planted one hand on her ass and kissed the side of her head. "And thank you, Mom, for a delightful afternoon."
Sean finally glanced at me. He smiled. "Cindy and Iva are in the kitchen, talking to my dad and Aunt Natalie."
"And your grandfather?"
"Over at the garage apartment. Mel insisted that our mother give him a try."
I laughed at that. "Got tired of you, did she?"
"Ha! Other way around. I can fuck my sister and my mother any time. Not every day I get to see what a woman with real experience has to offer," he said.
My mother smiled demurely back at him.
I laughed and patted my nephew on the shoulder as I walked passed. "Thanks again, Mom. Merry Christmas."
"Same to you, dear," she said.
"My, my, Grandma, what big breasts you have," Sean said.
"The better to seduce you with," Mom replied with a giggle.
I shook my head as I left them and headed for the kitchen.
Todd was holding Natalie's hand behind her back. The two of them stood hip to hip, stealing quick glances at each other while pretending to pay attention to the conversation they were having with our two aunts.
Looking at my brother and sister acting like high school kids, I couldn't help but smile.
I also couldn't help but think about what Pat had said earlier. He couldn't have been right about Natalie feeling that way bout me, could he? I hoped not. She was an incredible woman. But I couldn't say I felt the same way about her. And, unlike Pat, I rather disliked the idea of making Todd jealous. As far as I was concerned, the two of them were as good together as any of us could be, given the awkward constraints our kind faced. The kind Mom and I had rather pointedly not discussed earlier.
Looking past them, I saw my two aunts, and my heart accelerated a little. Though I preferred brunettes to blondes, these two were simply delectable. Especially Iva.
At present, they looked a little less alike than they sometimes did. Mostly because Cindy's hair, as ever, was a dirty blonde, while Iva's, at the moment, was bright platinum. She generally wore it as either deep gold or a dirty blonde not unlike her sister's.
Had they bothered with mortal disguises, they would have been old women. Cindy was about the same age as Mom. Iva was a good deal younger, but she still should have been well into her fifties. But all I saw was two supernatural beauties of indeterminate age.
Even with Iva's hair lighter than usual, the two still did look a fair amount alike, at least from the neck up. And they were about the same height, which was little taller than any of the Orwin women. They both had exceptionally fair skin. Iva's lips were a little bit fuller, Cindy's features a bit sharper. Cindy's eyes were cornflower blue, Iva's deep brown. But all in all, we were talking relatively minor differences.
The story was a little different from the neck down, as they had fairly different physiques. Cindy was more athletic, and had a larger, rounder ass. Iva was a bit softer and didn't have as shapely a lower body as her older sister. But she had a glorious, hefty pair of tits. I could never decide whether I liked them better than Mom's great watermelons or not. They were about as big as you could get before men who weren't as obsessed with huge breasts as I was would start to say you'd gotten into the realm of too big.
Which, I suppose, was a long-winded way of saying they were perfect. But part of me didn't feel comfortable thinking of them that way. It felt like betraying my mother.
They weren't yet dressed in skimpy lingerie, which violated the house dress code, but they'd certainly have turned a lot of heads if that was what they'd worn for their trip. Cindy wore jeans so tight I honestly couldn't tell how she got them on. Her ass looked stunning in them. It wasn't as big as Mom's or even Mel's, but it was still big, especially considering how fit she was, how tight and toned her entire body was. A tight white tank-top clung to her breasts like a second skin. They might not have been particularly big, no larger than Holly's, but they were round and firm. The blue cardigan she wore on top added some sense of propriety, but less than it would have had she actually buttoned it closed.
Iva wore a loose-fitting yellow dress with a scandalously low-cut top. She didn't have her sister's lower body, but seeing that much bare leg still sent a little shiver down my spine. Like her sister, Iva too had a cardigan that she wore open. Hers was white, and only reached halfway down her torso, whereas Cindy's was full-length.
"Frank!" Cindy exclaimed, holding her hands out for a hug. Todd and Natalie moved out of the way, their interlocked fingers separating for a few brief moments.
"Hi, Aunt Cindy. Merry Christmas," I said, gathering her up in a full hug. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, making room for Iva and I to do the same.
I fidgeted with my hands. I'd come close to groping each of them. But apparently we were still pretending to be normal. Or they were, at least. Obviously the rest of the family had dispensed with that pretty decisively after we'd opened our presents. And Todd and Natalie weren't being half as subtle as they thought just now either. But even so, I thought I should wait until my aunts dropped the act as well.
"Will you help us carry our bags up to our room?" Cindy asked me. "All these strapping young men around, I didn't think I'd have to ask. Seems everyone's forgotten their manners."
Todd blushed and mumbled an apology.
"Sure thing," I said, heading back to the living room where they'd left their bags by the front door. "How was your trip? Must have been some serious traffic driving back from the airport. We expected you more than an hour ago."
"Uh, yeah, traffic was terrible. Just terrible," Iva said, hiding a snicker. "Your father nearly lost it. Several times."
Cindy blushed and smacked her sister on the arm. "The trip was fine, dear."
Good for Dad.
"You look great," Cindy said. "Have you always been this tall?"
"Not always, no," I said, realizing just how tall I was at the moment.
As strong as I'd become, adjusting my appearance had become so easy that I did it without even thinking about it. Mom preferred me not just a little taller, but a lot, and with a broader jaw and the beginnings of a beard. So whenever I was with her, that's the Frank she got. Iva didn't like her men as aggro, so I'd already pulled my waist in further and shorn some pounds of bulky muscle. But I guess I was still as tall as I'd been with Mom. It took so little effort these days to maintain even several extra inches of height, that I hadn't even noticed that slightly more energy was bleeding out of my Libido than would have been the case if all I'd done was slim down for Iva.
When we got to the end of the hall, I opened the door to the large double bedroom, put their bags down, and stepped aside. "Here you are, ladies."
Cindy immediately went over to one of the twin beds. She plopped down on it, pushed into the mattress with her hands. "Comfortable. Not very squeaky. That's good."
With a deft maneuver of her foot, Iva closed the door behind her. She trailed her fingers over the back of my hand as she walked past me. "Care to help us settle in?"
I cleared my throat. The last conversation I'd had with Aunt Iva left me a bit confused as to whether I ought to have my guard up around her or not. She certainly hadn't ruled out the idea of making a bid for the throne, that was for sure. Would this be a casual romp, or a potentially decisive clash between two of the major contenders for the throne?
Only a fool would rule out that possibility.
Granted, between Devouring two of our kind and spending years with Deirdre, during which time I'd learned all kinds of interesting tricks, I was not the same young man my aunt had first met. That man, who'd naively asked what a vassal was, and who'd never heard of Silas, was as good as dead. As she'd recently reminded me.
But Iva, having Devoured Silas' daughter, wasn't exactly weak herself. And I hadn't forgotten that when we'd first met, I'd had a hard time preventing her from drinking as much as she wanted from me, even though she'd barely even been trying. She'd been taking stock of my potential more than anything. This time, we might well be playing for keeps.
Plus, she'd have her sister to help her.
Aunt Cindy was not as powerful as her younger sister, to be sure, but she was not to be ignored either. Another factor to consider was that, as threesomes went, it was hard to top being with two women who were not just beautiful, but every bit as turned on by one another as they were by me. The Farrier sisters had a real chemistry, even if it was perhaps a bit stronger in Iva's mind than Cindy's.
All things considered, the prospect wasn't without a considerable upside, but it just didn't look to be a good decision. "I'm sure you can handle unpacking," I said.
Fuck. Was I really turning this down?
"Feels like you hardly brought anything with you," I continued. "There's towels in the bathrooms. Let me know if you need anything else."
Aunt Iva smiled, kicked off her heels, and padded over to the bed. She settled down next to her sister and started to rub the older woman's back. "We're still feeling pretty tense. Flying is such a hassle, these days. I swear those seats get smaller and smaller every year. You'd think that when they got to the point that little things like us feel cramped, they'd start losing business. My back is just so stiff." She looked down at her sister. "Isn't yours?" Cindy nodded. Iva looked back at me. "Are you sure you won't help us relax?"
In the blink of an eye, their clothes changed. Cindy wore blue thigh-high stockings attached to a white lacy garter, a blue bra with white trim, and a blue choker. White ribbons were tied in her hair. Iva's stockings were now black, and her dress had turned into a gossamer black baby-doll that didn't even reach her belly button. Not that it's length mattered much. What it did cover, it didn't conceal.
Bad, bad idea, Frank.
But, then, did it have to be? The odds that I'd come out on top had to be at least even. And if I did, I'd have the succession all but locked up already. With Iva out of the running, who else was worth worrying about? Mom wouldn't stand against me, and Mel, Sean and Patrick were all still too young, however formidable they were likely to one day become.
For that matter, there was some chance that this wasn't going to be an epic battle, but just a great deal of fun. I didn't actually know that Iva wanted the throne. Nor that she'd regained enough of her memories to even realize that the throne was currently vacant.
I really did want to get reacquainted with Iva too. We'd almost done so back in the Homelands. There had been a time when it had looked like the two of us were really hitting it off. Maybe she'd more or less forgiven me for remaining loyal to Brianna now.
The two women kissed passionately, hands running over each other's face and hips.
Whatever thought had just been in my head went right out the window.
All I could think was that the two of them made the perfect pair, complementing each other's best and worst features beautifully.
Cindy straddled her sister's hips, giving me a great view of her ass. Iva rested one hand each on the tops of her sister's ass cheeks and, with light twitches of her fingers, made the meaty globes dance for me. Or maybe it was just a coincidence that by doing so she completely took my breath away and cemented my feet to the wooden floor.
The door was just as far away as it had been before they started making out with each other. And that was awful far away.
Just then, the women pulled apart. Cindy rolled off her sister and sat back down on the edge of the bed, hip to hip with the younger woman. Iva tucked her hair back behind her ear as she regarded me. "Listen, stud. Your invitation is expiring. Pretty much now. So either get over here or give us some privacy."
What was this, reverse psychology?
Cindy leaned over and kissed Iva's cheek then placed a slender finger over her full lips. "What my lovely sister is trying to say is that we'd really appreciate the company. We can have plenty of fun by ourselves. But we see each other all the time. It would be so nice to have someone else join us for a change."
Iva flashed a look at Cindy that was at least mildly irritated, if not quite truly upset.
Before my pajamas hit the floor, I poured almost every bit of energy I had into building a thick shield inside my head. It might be nice to have some energy for going on the offense. But I was afraid that would prove to be a mistake. If I could avoid surrendering all my energy to them for a while, maybe then I could worry about taking some of theirs for myself.
The women slid apart, making room for me on the bed.
That made no sense. A twin bed hardly had room for two, let alone three.
But there were no longer two twin beds in the room. Just one king sized one.
They each wrapped one hand around my monster cock. Iva kissed my neck while Cindy worked her way up my abs and chest before finally settling on my lips.
Ecstasy filled every fiber of my being. It was all I could do to avoid cumming right away. In the hands of someone as powerful as she was, Iva's full lips were deadly weapons.
Shit.
Cindy kept kissing me on the mouth while Iva moved down by my hips. I felt her hot breath on my cock and I shuddered. "Mmm, I can all but taste your anticipation," Iva said. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Not half as much as I did.
Maybe Deirdre could have rivaled what Iva was doing just then if she made a point of it. But short of that, I'd never experienced anything like it.
She'd gotten stronger while I was gone.
Of course she had. She'd added Dom to the list of people she'd Devoured. We'd Devoured the same number of people, and hers had been more powerful. And, what's worse, I'd known that. I'd just let it slip my mind while I was trying to talk myself out of leaving.
Not to mention, if Iva wasn't putting everything she had into overpowering me, then I'd seriously underestimated her.
Those lush lips slid over my shiny helmet. My muscles first melted than sprang back to life. Moist warmth washed over me. Her tongue moved faster than possible, working the sensitive foreskin and the underside of my head. She took me all the way down her throat, humming against my shaft. Even while I was deep inside her, I felt her tongue lapping at my balls. And another tongue sliding in my ass. Despite all the energy I'd poured into erecting defensive walls, it was more than I could take. Any second now, I would-
I blacked out.
When I came to, Iva was sitting beside my head. She ran her fingers along the outsides of my ears. "Welcome back, tiger. Hope I didn't come on too strong."
"How long was I out?"
"Not even a minute," she said. "So let's keep right on trucking, hmm?"
I murmured agreement.
"Great! Was hoping you'd say that. So how about you eat me out while my sister gives you the opportunity to compare her oral skills to mine?"
Without waiting for an answer, she raised one leg up high and fingered her puffy lips.
I rolled onto my side and leaned in, breathing in deeply through my nose so as to savor her scent. A hint of vanilla.
She tasted as good as she smelled.
As I feasted on Iva's meat curtains, Cindy slid down to the bottom of the bed. A moment later, I was all the way down her throat. I almost coughed in surprise.
Cindy lacked Iva's talent, thankfully. She was certainly good. But it was much easier to resist her ministrations than it had been her sister's.
Somehow, I managed to get my defenses back in place. I realized I didn't feel like I'd lost a great deal of energy. Maybe I'd passed out so quickly, Iva hadn't had much chance to drain me. For that matter, I wasn't even sure if I'd cum before blacking out.
One way or another, the pleasures my Aunt Cindy was visiting upon me felt worlds away. Still quite enjoyable, but not like an avalanche bearing down on me.
That gave me the courage to pour some energy into pleasuring Iva.
At first, her response was modest, and I was afraid that it wouldn't much matter.
But thankfully enough, Cindy's efforts were in no danger of leaving me vulnerable again anytime too soon, and though it was going slower than I'd like, I was definitely wearing Iva down. Several minutes later, with my fingers in her ass and pussy and my tongue somehow working her clitoris, labia, and G-spot all at once, my aunt reached climax. It was not the most intense orgasm ever, and her libido wasn't left exposed for long. But I did manage to siphon off a decent amount of energy. Well more than I'd burned up so far.
Iva raked her fingers across my scalp. "So, how many tongues do you have, exactly?"
I kissed her thighs and hips a few times before craning my neck far enough to let me meet her gaze. "No more than you."
Which, judging by how she knocked me out, was just about true.
She smiled and reached down to tweak my nose between her fingers. Her eyes then drifted down to the monster cock her sister was gobbling down on. "I think I need to ride that thing. Cin, you need to let him show you what he just did to me. Why don't you sit on his face?"
Aunt Cindy slowly slid me from her warm mouth, letting her lips slide together at the tip of my cock. "Sure thing," she said. If she was bothered by the fact that she'd failed to get me off, she didn't let it show.
So one aunt straddled my hips and slowly took my entire length inside her while the other straddled my shoulders and pressed her naked sex against my face. I went easier on Cindy than I had Iva, taking the time to enjoy her sweet, honeyed taste. I needed to focus more on defense now anyway.
It was a good thing I did.
On a certain level, nothing compared to sex with Mom, because I didn't have near the same desire for anyone that I did for my mother. But while the psychological and emotional thrill of making love to Mom went a ways, there were still limits to what it could make up for in other areas. Not that Mom was lacking in talent, physically or metaphysically. But some of the women of our kind were in a league above hers.
Aunt Iva was one of them.
Aunt Cindy and I came at more or less the same time. Iva milked me what good, her walls steadily contracting against my shaft. But even without offering her quite the same performance as I'd delivered for her sister, I'd managed to open Cindy up pretty thoroughly. Effectively, then, Iva was really draining her sister, using me as a conduit.
The sisters collapsed on either side of me. Their hands ran up and down my hard body while they slid their soft thighs over me, playing footsie with one another. Iva was glowing softly and looked like she was feeling pretty frisky. Just picking up steam, really. Cindy, on the other hand, was starting to slow down. She was far from satiated, I was sure, but still much closer to needing to either take or break or stop altogether than her sister was. Her eyelids looked heavy, and her movements were slow and languid.
I closed my eyes and concentrated. A second Frank appeared by the foot of the bed.
Iva grinned, but showed no other reaction.
Had I expected it to impress her? Even Mom hadn't been impressed til I put myself into three bodies. And Mom had split in two herself. If she could, no doubt Iva could as well.
But I was too close to wiped out already to contemplate introducing a third body.
Cindy giggled with delight. "I get one of my very own?"
"You do," I said.
Over the next hour or so, I fucked each woman in each of her holes, and fucked Iva in a few extra ones besides. At one point, I lay on my back, with Iva riding me, my hands playing with her superb breasts, while Cindy knelt behind her sister, alternately sucking my balls and giving Iva a rimjob. Meanwhile, my other body fucked Cindy's tight ass. After a while, I formed a pedestal out of my upraised hands with the body that was lying down, and Aunt Cindy came and sat atop the palm pedestal. She held onto her sister's head with both hands, her thighs wrapped around Iva's neck, while Iva ate her sister's pussy. The second me then came up behind Iva and fucked her ass.
But I couldn't maintain two bodies forever. Not even as long as I'd maintained three earlier, with Mom. I'd wasted entirely too much energy just trying to stave off Iva's assaults. And neither woman was climaxing often enough for me to replace the energy I was using.
I collapsed back to one body and told the sisters I needed a brief break.
They, however, did not.
The two of them formed a sixty-nine. Whether it was Iva's intention or not, Cindy experienced what appeared to be a rather intense orgasm, and in the process fed what little energy she had left to Iva. She then rolled off her younger sister with a goofy smile plastered on her face, told Iva how amazing she was, and fell fast asleep.
Iva smiled up at me as she sat up, tucking her knees against her chest. She ran a hand through her hair and cleaned up the sweat and cum and other remnants of our little romp.
"Looks like I underestimated you," I said. "Again."
"I just hope you remember that I submitted graciously," she said.
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Mom smiled, touched her hand to my face tenderly. "We can't stay in here all day."
"Yeah," I said, pulling one of her curvy legs over my waist and running my hand up along the smooth skin of her inner thigh towards her ass. "But maybe just a little longer."
"Hello?" Sean called from outside the room.
I sighed. Mom took my hand and placed it on my chest. She slid over me, out of the bed, and drew herself up to her full height, which was scarcely over five feet. She stretched, arms above her head and back arched, making a beautiful display of her massive breasts. "Coming," she said. She blushed, presumably realizing that could be taken two ways.
Climbing out of bed, I slid up behind Mom and reached around to grab those fabulous breasts. Mom allowed me to have my fun for a moment, but only a moment. Then she stepped away. "Clean yourself up," she said before doing just that herself.
Some of the aroma of sex left the room. Mom's hair looked like she'd just left the stylist. And a skimpy nightgown appeared out of nowhere, covering less than half of her giant ass. "I'll see you again later." Then she went to the door and opened it.
With a sigh, I focused on cleaning up all the sweat, cum and other secretions clinging to my body. I also freshened my breath and donned a pair of black silk pajama pants.
"Grandpa says to tell you to go say hi to your aunts," Sean said. The comment was obviously directed at me, but his eyes were glued to his grandmother.
"Thanks, Sean," I said as I walked up beside Mom. I planted one hand on her ass and kissed the side of her head. "And thank you, Mom, for a delightful afternoon."
Sean finally glanced at me. He smiled. "Cindy and Iva are in the kitchen, talking to my dad and Aunt Natalie."
"And your grandfather?"
"Over at the garage apartment. Mel insisted that our mother give him a try."
I laughed at that. "Got tired of you, did she?"
"Ha! Other way around. I can fuck my sister and my mother any time. Not every day I get to see what a woman with real experience has to offer," he said.
My mother smiled demurely back at him.
I laughed and patted my nephew on the shoulder as I walked passed. "Thanks again, Mom. Merry Christmas."
"Same to you, dear," she said.
"My, my, Grandma, what big breasts you have," Sean said.
"The better to seduce you with," Mom replied with a giggle.
I shook my head as I left them and headed for the kitchen.
Todd was holding Natalie's hand behind her back. The two of them stood hip to hip, stealing quick glances at each other while pretending to pay attention to the conversation they were having with our two aunts.
Looking at my brother and sister acting like high school kids, I couldn't help but smile.
I also couldn't help but think about what Pat had said earlier. He couldn't have been right about Natalie feeling that way bout me, could he? I hoped not. She was an incredible woman. But I couldn't say I felt the same way about her. And, unlike Pat, I rather disliked the idea of making Todd jealous. As far as I was concerned, the two of them were as good together as any of us could be, given the awkward constraints our kind faced. The kind Mom and I had rather pointedly not discussed earlier.
Looking past them, I saw my two aunts, and my heart accelerated a little. Though I preferred brunettes to blondes, these two were simply delectable. Especially Iva.
At present, they looked a little less alike than they sometimes did. Mostly because Cindy's hair, as ever, was a dirty blonde, while Iva's, at the moment, was bright platinum. She generally wore it as either deep gold or a dirty blonde not unlike her sister's.
Had they bothered with mortal disguises, they would have been old women. Cindy was about the same age as Mom. Iva was a good deal younger, but she still should have been well into her fifties. But all I saw was two supernatural beauties of indeterminate age.
Even with Iva's hair lighter than usual, the two still did look a fair amount alike, at least from the neck up. And they were about the same height, which was little taller than any of the Orwin women. They both had exceptionally fair skin. Iva's lips were a little bit fuller, Cindy's features a bit sharper. Cindy's eyes were cornflower blue, Iva's deep brown. But all in all, we were talking relatively minor differences.
The story was a little different from the neck down, as they had fairly different physiques. Cindy was more athletic, and had a larger, rounder ass. Iva was a bit softer and didn't have as shapely a lower body as her older sister. But she had a glorious, hefty pair of tits. I could never decide whether I liked them better than Mom's great watermelons or not. They were about as big as you could get before men who weren't as obsessed with huge breasts as I was would start to say you'd gotten into the realm of too big.
Which, I suppose, was a long-winded way of saying they were perfect. But part of me didn't feel comfortable thinking of them that way. It felt like betraying my mother.
They weren't yet dressed in skimpy lingerie, which violated the house dress code, but they'd certainly have turned a lot of heads if that was what they'd worn for their trip. Cindy wore jeans so tight I honestly couldn't tell how she got them on. Her ass looked stunning in them. It wasn't as big as Mom's or even Mel's, but it was still big, especially considering how fit she was, how tight and toned her entire body was. A tight white tank-top clung to her breasts like a second skin. They might not have been particularly big, no larger than Holly's, but they were round and firm. The blue cardigan she wore on top added some sense of propriety, but less than it would have had she actually buttoned it closed.
Iva wore a loose-fitting yellow dress with a scandalously low-cut top. She didn't have her sister's lower body, but seeing that much bare leg still sent a little shiver down my spine. Like her sister, Iva too had a cardigan that she wore open. Hers was white, and only reached halfway down her torso, whereas Cindy's was full-length.
"Frank!" Cindy exclaimed, holding her hands out for a hug. Todd and Natalie moved out of the way, their interlocked fingers separating for a few brief moments.
"Hi, Aunt Cindy. Merry Christmas," I said, gathering her up in a full hug. She kissed me on the cheek and stepped back, making room for Iva and I to do the same.
I fidgeted with my hands. I'd come close to groping each of them. But apparently we were still pretending to be normal. Or they were, at least. Obviously the rest of the family had dispensed with that pretty decisively after we'd opened our presents. And Todd and Natalie weren't being half as subtle as they thought just now either. But even so, I thought I should wait until my aunts dropped the act as well.
"Will you help us carry our bags up to our room?" Cindy asked me. "All these strapping young men around, I didn't think I'd have to ask. Seems everyone's forgotten their manners."
Todd blushed and mumbled an apology.
"Sure thing," I said, heading back to the living room where they'd left their bags by the front door. "How was your trip? Must have been some serious traffic driving back from the airport. We expected you more than an hour ago."
"Uh, yeah, traffic was terrible. Just terrible," Iva said, hiding a snicker. "Your father nearly lost it. Several times."
Cindy blushed and smacked her sister on the arm. "The trip was fine, dear."
Good for Dad.
"You look great," Cindy said. "Have you always been this tall?"
"Not always, no," I said, realizing just how tall I was at the moment.
As strong as I'd become, adjusting my appearance had become so easy that I did it without even thinking about it. Mom preferred me not just a little taller, but a lot, and with a broader jaw and the beginnings of a beard. So whenever I was with her, that's the Frank she got. Iva didn't like her men as aggro, so I'd already pulled my waist in further and shorn some pounds of bulky muscle. But I guess I was still as tall as I'd been with Mom. It took so little effort these days to maintain even several extra inches of height, that I hadn't even noticed that slightly more energy was bleeding out of my Libido than would have been the case if all I'd done was slim down for Iva.
When we got to the end of the hall, I opened the door to the large double bedroom, put their bags down, and stepped aside. "Here you are, ladies."
Cindy immediately went over to one of the twin beds. She plopped down on it, pushed into the mattress with her hands. "Comfortable. Not very squeaky. That's good."
With a deft maneuver of her foot, Iva closed the door behind her. She trailed her fingers over the back of my hand as she walked past me. "Care to help us settle in?"
I cleared my throat. The last conversation I'd had with Aunt Iva left me a bit confused as to whether I ought to have my guard up around her or not. She certainly hadn't ruled out the idea of making a bid for the throne, that was for sure. Would this be a casual romp, or a potentially decisive clash between two of the major contenders for the throne?
Only a fool would rule out that possibility.
Granted, between Devouring two of our kind and spending years with Deirdre, during which time I'd learned all kinds of interesting tricks, I was not the same young man my aunt had first met. That man, who'd naively asked what a vassal was, and who'd never heard of Silas, was as good as dead. As she'd recently reminded me.
But Iva, having Devoured Silas' daughter, wasn't exactly weak herself. And I hadn't forgotten that when we'd first met, I'd had a hard time preventing her from drinking as much as she wanted from me, even though she'd barely even been trying. She'd been taking stock of my potential more than anything. This time, we might well be playing for keeps.
Plus, she'd have her sister to help her.
Aunt Cindy was not as powerful as her younger sister, to be sure, but she was not to be ignored either. Another factor to consider was that, as threesomes went, it was hard to top being with two women who were not just beautiful, but every bit as turned on by one another as they were by me. The Farrier sisters had a real chemistry, even if it was perhaps a bit stronger in Iva's mind than Cindy's.
All things considered, the prospect wasn't without a considerable upside, but it just didn't look to be a good decision. "I'm sure you can handle unpacking," I said.
Fuck. Was I really turning this down?
"Feels like you hardly brought anything with you," I continued. "There's towels in the bathrooms. Let me know if you need anything else."
Aunt Iva smiled, kicked off her heels, and padded over to the bed. She settled down next to her sister and started to rub the older woman's back. "We're still feeling pretty tense. Flying is such a hassle, these days. I swear those seats get smaller and smaller every year. You'd think that when they got to the point that little things like us feel cramped, they'd start losing business. My back is just so stiff." She looked down at her sister. "Isn't yours?" Cindy nodded. Iva looked back at me. "Are you sure you won't help us relax?"
In the blink of an eye, their clothes changed. Cindy wore blue thigh-high stockings attached to a white lacy garter, a blue bra with white trim, and a blue choker. White ribbons were tied in her hair. Iva's stockings were now black, and her dress had turned into a gossamer black baby-doll that didn't even reach her belly button. Not that it's length mattered much. What it did cover, it didn't conceal.
Bad, bad idea, Frank.
But, then, did it have to be? The odds that I'd come out on top had to be at least even. And if I did, I'd have the succession all but locked up already. With Iva out of the running, who else was worth worrying about? Mom wouldn't stand against me, and Mel, Sean and Patrick were all still too young, however formidable they were likely to one day become.
For that matter, there was some chance that this wasn't going to be an epic battle, but just a great deal of fun. I didn't actually know that Iva wanted the throne. Nor that she'd regained enough of her memories to even realize that the throne was currently vacant.
I really did want to get reacquainted with Iva too. We'd almost done so back in the Homelands. There had been a time when it had looked like the two of us were really hitting it off. Maybe she'd more or less forgiven me for remaining loyal to Brianna now.
The two women kissed passionately, hands running over each other's face and hips.
Whatever thought had just been in my head went right out the window.
All I could think was that the two of them made the perfect pair, complementing each other's best and worst features beautifully.
Cindy straddled her sister's hips, giving me a great view of her ass. Iva rested one hand each on the tops of her sister's ass cheeks and, with light twitches of her fingers, made the meaty globes dance for me. Or maybe it was just a coincidence that by doing so she completely took my breath away and cemented my feet to the wooden floor.
The door was just as far away as it had been before they started making out with each other. And that was awful far away.
Just then, the women pulled apart. Cindy rolled off her sister and sat back down on the edge of the bed, hip to hip with the younger woman. Iva tucked her hair back behind her ear as she regarded me. "Listen, stud. Your invitation is expiring. Pretty much now. So either get over here or give us some privacy."
What was this, reverse psychology?
Cindy leaned over and kissed Iva's cheek then placed a slender finger over her full lips. "What my lovely sister is trying to say is that we'd really appreciate the company. We can have plenty of fun by ourselves. But we see each other all the time. It would be so nice to have someone else join us for a change."
Iva flashed a look at Cindy that was at least mildly irritated, if not quite truly upset.
Before my pajamas hit the floor, I poured almost every bit of energy I had into building a thick shield inside my head. It might be nice to have some energy for going on the offense. But I was afraid that would prove to be a mistake. If I could avoid surrendering all my energy to them for a while, maybe then I could worry about taking some of theirs for myself.
The women slid apart, making room for me on the bed.
That made no sense. A twin bed hardly had room for two, let alone three.
But there were no longer two twin beds in the room. Just one king sized one.
They each wrapped one hand around my monster cock. Iva kissed my neck while Cindy worked her way up my abs and chest before finally settling on my lips.
Ecstasy filled every fiber of my being. It was all I could do to avoid cumming right away. In the hands of someone as powerful as she was, Iva's full lips were deadly weapons.
Shit.
Cindy kept kissing me on the mouth while Iva moved down by my hips. I felt her hot breath on my cock and I shuddered. "Mmm, I can all but taste your anticipation," Iva said. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Not half as much as I did.
Maybe Deirdre could have rivaled what Iva was doing just then if she made a point of it. But short of that, I'd never experienced anything like it.
She'd gotten stronger while I was gone.
Of course she had. She'd added Dom to the list of people she'd Devoured. We'd Devoured the same number of people, and hers had been more powerful. And, what's worse, I'd known that. I'd just let it slip my mind while I was trying to talk myself out of leaving.
Not to mention, if Iva wasn't putting everything she had into overpowering me, then I'd seriously underestimated her.
Those lush lips slid over my shiny helmet. My muscles first melted than sprang back to life. Moist warmth washed over me. Her tongue moved faster than possible, working the sensitive foreskin and the underside of my head. She took me all the way down her throat, humming against my shaft. Even while I was deep inside her, I felt her tongue lapping at my balls. And another tongue sliding in my ass. Despite all the energy I'd poured into erecting defensive walls, it was more than I could take. Any second now, I would-
I blacked out.
When I came to, Iva was sitting beside my head. She ran her fingers along the outsides of my ears. "Welcome back, tiger. Hope I didn't come on too strong."
"How long was I out?"
"Not even a minute," she said. "So let's keep right on trucking, hmm?"
I murmured agreement.
"Great! Was hoping you'd say that. So how about you eat me out while my sister gives you the opportunity to compare her oral skills to mine?"
Without waiting for an answer, she raised one leg up high and fingered her puffy lips.
I rolled onto my side and leaned in, breathing in deeply through my nose so as to savor her scent. A hint of vanilla.
She tasted as good as she smelled.
As I feasted on Iva's meat curtains, Cindy slid down to the bottom of the bed. A moment later, I was all the way down her throat. I almost coughed in surprise.
Cindy lacked Iva's talent, thankfully. She was certainly good. But it was much easier to resist her ministrations than it had been her sister's.
Somehow, I managed to get my defenses back in place. I realized I didn't feel like I'd lost a great deal of energy. Maybe I'd passed out so quickly, Iva hadn't had much chance to drain me. For that matter, I wasn't even sure if I'd cum before blacking out.
One way or another, the pleasures my Aunt Cindy was visiting upon me felt worlds away. Still quite enjoyable, but not like an avalanche bearing down on me.
That gave me the courage to pour some energy into pleasuring Iva.
At first, her response was modest, and I was afraid that it wouldn't much matter.
But thankfully enough, Cindy's efforts were in no danger of leaving me vulnerable again anytime too soon, and though it was going slower than I'd like, I was definitely wearing Iva down. Several minutes later, with my fingers in her ass and pussy and my tongue somehow working her clitoris, labia, and G-spot all at once, my aunt reached climax. It was not the most intense orgasm ever, and her libido wasn't left exposed for long. But I did manage to siphon off a decent amount of energy. Well more than I'd burned up so far.
Iva raked her fingers across my scalp. "So, how many tongues do you have, exactly?"
I kissed her thighs and hips a few times before craning my neck far enough to let me meet her gaze. "No more than you."
Which, judging by how she knocked me out, was just about true.
She smiled and reached down to tweak my nose between her fingers. Her eyes then drifted down to the monster cock her sister was gobbling down on. "I think I need to ride that thing. Cin, you need to let him show you what he just did to me. Why don't you sit on his face?"
Aunt Cindy slowly slid me from her warm mouth, letting her lips slide together at the tip of my cock. "Sure thing," she said. If she was bothered by the fact that she'd failed to get me off, she didn't let it show.
So one aunt straddled my hips and slowly took my entire length inside her while the other straddled my shoulders and pressed her naked sex against my face. I went easier on Cindy than I had Iva, taking the time to enjoy her sweet, honeyed taste. I needed to focus more on defense now anyway.
It was a good thing I did.
On a certain level, nothing compared to sex with Mom, because I didn't have near the same desire for anyone that I did for my mother. But while the psychological and emotional thrill of making love to Mom went a ways, there were still limits to what it could make up for in other areas. Not that Mom was lacking in talent, physically or metaphysically. But some of the women of our kind were in a league above hers.
Aunt Iva was one of them.
Aunt Cindy and I came at more or less the same time. Iva milked me what good, her walls steadily contracting against my shaft. But even without offering her quite the same performance as I'd delivered for her sister, I'd managed to open Cindy up pretty thoroughly. Effectively, then, Iva was really draining her sister, using me as a conduit.
The sisters collapsed on either side of me. Their hands ran up and down my hard body while they slid their soft thighs over me, playing footsie with one another. Iva was glowing softly and looked like she was feeling pretty frisky. Just picking up steam, really. Cindy, on the other hand, was starting to slow down. She was far from satiated, I was sure, but still much closer to needing to either take or break or stop altogether than her sister was. Her eyelids looked heavy, and her movements were slow and languid.
I closed my eyes and concentrated. A second Frank appeared by the foot of the bed.
Iva grinned, but showed no other reaction.
Had I expected it to impress her? Even Mom hadn't been impressed til I put myself into three bodies. And Mom had split in two herself. If she could, no doubt Iva could as well.
But I was too close to wiped out already to contemplate introducing a third body.
Cindy giggled with delight. "I get one of my very own?"
"You do," I said.
Over the next hour or so, I fucked each woman in each of her holes, and fucked Iva in a few extra ones besides. At one point, I lay on my back, with Iva riding me, my hands playing with her superb breasts, while Cindy knelt behind her sister, alternately sucking my balls and giving Iva a rimjob. Meanwhile, my other body fucked Cindy's tight ass. After a while, I formed a pedestal out of my upraised hands with the body that was lying down, and Aunt Cindy came and sat atop the palm pedestal. She held onto her sister's head with both hands, her thighs wrapped around Iva's neck, while Iva ate her sister's pussy. The second me then came up behind Iva and fucked her ass.
But I couldn't maintain two bodies forever. Not even as long as I'd maintained three earlier, with Mom. I'd wasted entirely too much energy just trying to stave off Iva's assaults. And neither woman was climaxing often enough for me to replace the energy I was using.
I collapsed back to one body and told the sisters I needed a brief break.
They, however, did not.
The two of them formed a sixty-nine. Whether it was Iva's intention or not, Cindy experienced what appeared to be a rather intense orgasm, and in the process fed what little energy she had left to Iva. She then rolled off her younger sister with a goofy smile plastered on her face, told Iva how amazing she was, and fell fast asleep.
Iva smiled up at me as she sat up, tucking her knees against her chest. She ran a hand through her hair and cleaned up the sweat and cum and other remnants of our little romp.
"Looks like I underestimated you," I said. "Again."
"I just hope you remember that I submitted graciously," she said.
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Jayla
- 02.05.2022
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