Note: Yes we're back already. Hey, wait a second, wasn't Blake trying to partake in incestuous relations with her mom? How is that coming along?


Kali smirked, immensely proud of her work. It wasn't often she got to make a young woman's dream come true. Well, she was assuming that it was the young girl's dream to be smushed in the middle of a futa MILF sandwich, though in fairness, that would have been highly specific. But, well… there she was! Young Ruby Rose thrusting her big, artificial cock into Willow Schnee, the mother of her own girlfriend, all while Raven Branwen, her half-sister's baby mama, fucked her ass with a giant she-dick of her own. It was a weird, semi-incest sandwich; "semi" only in that none of the women shared any actual blood. Yet, they were so closely emotionally linked to each other that it was hard to feel like they weren't breaking some insane cultural taboo. Kali was quite satisfied with that, watching the three of them rock back and forth on their knees, all thrusting and moaning into each other. It was better than if they were actually blood-related, because unlike her daughter, she had no interest in the familial fetish.

"Hey, Mom? Can we talk for a second?"

Kali sighed. Speaking of her pervert daughter, she heard the young woman whisper behind her, and Kali turned around figuring she might as well know what her daughter's needs were all about. It was—probably—about trying to have sex. Blake was supposed to learn her lesson when Kali turned her down at their house. For all of those in the back: Fucking. One's. Mother. Was. Wrong. Incest was wrong. Inbreeding was wrong. Not that Blake had ever been asked to have Kali impregnate her, but let's face it. If she could, Blake would ask about it. Kali was half expecting Blake to wear some crazy fetish gear with her breasts and vagina exposed, or hell, just to be standing completely naked. But, much to Kali's surprise, when she turned around, she did not see her daughter scantily clad, but rather, just her daughter, dressed like normal and looking rather pensive.

"Yes, Blake?" Kali said cautiously. "Is there something you wanted to say?"

"Yeah," Blake said with a sigh. She was looking Kali directly in the eyes—not staring at her giant titties or her perfectly shaved cunt, but actually her eyes. Like she was a person. Maybe Kali had underestimated her. "Mom, I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry."

"Sorry?" Kali asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Very sorry," Blake added. "I tried to seduce you at our house, and that was very wrong of me. I was acting completely inappropriately, and I didn't take your feelings into account at all, and I am so sorry that I treated you the way I did."

"Oh, really?" Kali said, somewhat surprised.

"Of course," Blake stated. "I shouldn't have just assumed that you wanted to sleep with me. I mean, most people think incest is gross."

"It is. Very much. Objectively."

"Right," Blake said nervously. "Well, I'm sorry that I guessed that I could just win your pussy by showing you my body and doing a sexy dance."

"Please do not talk about my vagina."

"Yes. Of course. Anyway, I'm so sorry for that."

Kali sighed lovingly. Blake may have been a fucked-up pervert slut, but she was her fucked-up pervert slut. Family needed to stick together, just preferably at a distance that everyone could be comfortable with. She couldn't stay mad at her Huntress daughter for very long. It wasn't healthy.

"I accept your apology," Kali said sincerely. "I'm glad that you recognize how inappropriate and wrong your fetish was. I hope we can make everything go back to normal between us."

However, Blake suddenly shook her head. "Oh, wait a second. I'm not sorry that I want to sleep with you."

Kali's brow furrowed. "I'm sorry, what now?"

"Yeah," Blake clarified. "I'm sorry that I tried seducing you with my body. Clearly, that was too much of a direct approach. I needed to seduce you with my mind."

Kali sneered. "Excuse me?"

Blake called for her aide. "Ilia! Bring the slam poetry!"

Oh god fuck no.

Ilia quickly ran in out of nowhere, delivering Blake a very long sheet of paper. Kali rolled her eyes as Blake cleared her throat, readying herself to deliver the performance of her lifetime. With a soundtrack of a thousand, lesbian moans and orgasms supporting her, and with random spurts of both male and female cum flying through the air, she began speaking her authorial masterpiece.

"This poem is called… MILF of Mine."

Blake smiled proudly.

"MILF of Mine

Oh, Mother Dearest, thine pussy so sweet

From your womb I was birthed, weak and feeble

Your body, so warm

So wet

You delivered me in love and life and to

Your Pussy

I seek to return

Your body is my temple, your soul, my God

How your tits jiggle in the sunlight

Bouncy Bouncy Bouncy

Let me lick upon them as I once did

For I did not cherish them when I had the chance

Oh, MILF of Mine, let us be true

My mouth is deserving of your cunt

My tongue longs for your lips down there

See how I am worthy

Dear Mother, how I wish to plant a kiss on your cheek

Your ass is firm like the mighty sword

May I pleasure you in untold ways

May I lick your holes and dig myself within

May I return myself to the womb, Mother

Be together as we once were

Oh, MILF of Mine, see that I am pure

See that I love thee

Why will you deny me the joy of fucking you like a wild animal, growing a giant cock and maybe giving it a tiny little lick

Seriously why

Why would you do that

What the fuck, Oh MILF of Mine

Mom please have sex me

That would be so hot and awesome

Try it just once for five minutes

Oh, MILF of Mine

I love your sexy body

I long for your touch

I crave to bring you to orgasm

Oh, MILF of Mine

Oh, MILF of Mine."

Blake breathed a sigh of relief, smiling proudly. Ilia burst into applause, and then into tears, so incredibly proud of the linguistic skill. It was, perhaps, the single most beautiful thing Ilia had ever heard in her entire life. Blake was so smart, so skilled, and yes, so, so sexy. It was remarkable that she could possess such a talented mind while also having such a killer figure. It was almost unfair that she could be multi-faceted. In Ilia's mind, one thing became clear: no matter how the evening went, and no matter what Blake said or did, Ilia was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with her.

Kali, on the other hand? She was less than amused.

"So… that was something," she muttered under her breath.

"Did you like it?" Blake asked excitedly. "Did it make you want to have sex with me?"

"Um…" Kali said with a frown. "How do I say this politely?"

"Yes?"

"No. Not at all," Kali said bluntly. "Honestly, I have never wanted to have sex with you less."

"Goddammit!" Blake screamed in frustration, tearing up her poem into itty bitty shreds, much to Ilia's horror. However, she had not given up yet. "Ilia, it's time for Plan B! Get the milk!"

"The… milk?" Kali said, baffled. Ilia gave a salute and hurried off into the Sea of Sluts, and before Kali could ask what was happening, Blake started to take off her clothes. "I'm sorry, what are you doing?"

"Plan B!" Blake said with determination, throwing off her jacket and pulling her shirt over her head. She tried to sexily rip off her pants in one fluid motion, but the pants didn't give so she kind of just awkwardly jerked her hips forward and nearly tripped over herself.

"That doesn't explain anything," said Kali, growing more annoyed by the second. Blake gave up trying to rip off her pants, and just removed them and her boots normally until she down to the fancy lingerie she had bought to seduce her mom originally. It was good lingerie, dammit, and she was going to use it.

"If I can't seduce you with my twerking, and I can't seduce you with my poetry, I'll have to appeal to your basic animal instincts!" Blake declared. Before Kali could raise another question, Ilia returned to the foyer, dragging a kiddie pool behind her. It took a moment for Kali to realize that the pool was full, but not of water; instead, the pool was filled to the brim with creamy, delicious milk. Kali felt the tiniest part of her heart flutter, but it was barely enough to make a dent in her pissed-off heart.

"I'm sorry, what is that?" Kali said with a groan.

"It's a milk bath!" Blake explained, taking off her bra and carefully discarding it so it wouldn't get wet. "I'm going to cover myself in delicious milk so you'll cat desires will take over and you'll want to lick me all over."

"That's… that's a very strange way of trying to seduce me," Kali admitted. Blake quietly slipped out of her panties, and with all of her clothes removed, Ilia could (in pure silence) admire her gorgeous figure… the same figure Kali was doing her best to ignore.

"Oh, is it?" Blake asked with a wink. "Well, let's see how long you think that after I… dive right in!" Without hesitation, Blake threw herself towards the milk-filled kiddie pool. A wiser woman would have slowly lowered herself in, toe-by-toe, leg-by-leg, and tease herself getting covered in the creamy substance. A wiser woman would have teased spreading the milk over her breasts and would have gently lowered her folds into the white substance, moaning as it slowly covered her. Not Blake though! She needed as much milk as possible as soon as possible, before her mom could try to leave! Blake flopped tits first into the milky pool. She let the milk splash all over her thighs, arm, and entire torso—and after only a millisecond, she immediately screamed in anguish.

"Ah! Holy fuck!"

Ilia gasped. "Blake, what's wrong?"

"Cold!" Blake screamed. "Cold cold cold!"

She tried to stand, but the chill was too much, and she flopped back into the cold milk bath, freezing her sexy little nipples off. Her limbs thrashed about wildly, and she flopped like a salmon, rolling around in the milk as she desperately tried and failed to escape. Her mom watched her in disgrace.

"Oh, God, Blake! I'm so sorry!" Ilia cried in sorrow. "I didn't know you wanted a warm milk bath!"

"Why would you not just assume that?" Blake shouted back, floundering in the milk like a toddler learning how to swim. "Why would you ever assume a person wants to be covered in ice-cold milk?"

"I don't know! I didn't think a person wanted to be covered in any kind of milk!" Ilia confessed. "It's not that popular of a fetish!"

"I know, but it should be! Milk is hot!" Blake cried. "But not this milk! It's fucking freezing!"

Blake, after flapping her limbs helplessly for an eternity, eventually managed to roll her way out of the pool, falling flat onto her stomach on the floor. Her desperate paddling had knocked most of the milk onto the mansion floor, and she had drawn the attention and scorn of all of the nearby lesbians, who took the sweet time out of their orgasms to judge her. None of that mattered to her, however, except for the saddened, pitying gaze of her mother, who could only shake her head and sigh at her daughter's pathetic antics. Ilia frantically ran away, trying to make this right.

"Don't worry, Blake! I have more milk!" she declared. "I'll get that heated up for you and be back in a jiffy!"

As Ilia disappeared once more into the Sea of Now-Paused Sluts, Blake and Kali received a visitor: Yang Xiao Long, naked and glistening with sweat and squirt, who walked up to Kali's side with a curious smirk.

"Hey, babes! How's it going?" she asked happily, giving Kali a welcoming squeeze on the ass. Kali grinned warmly at her.

"Oh, hello, Yang. I see you've been enjoying yourself."

"Yeah, this orgy's been a blast!" Yang said cheerfully. "Like, I was just grinding on Neon's face a bit, and these three random bitches came up to me and asked me to finger them. So I went to town, and then boom! I'm covered with more lady nectar than a fucking beehive!"

"A very apt description," said Kali. She looked past Yang's shoulders to see the young Neon Katt, lying nude on the ground in post-orgy bliss. Kali grinned deviously. "I see that Neon is still around. You wouldn't mind if I… borrowed her for a bit?"

"Knock yourself out!" Yang said unselfishly. Kali bid her farewell with a kiss; more specifically, with a sloppy, ten-second make-out session where she licked every bit of pussy juice she could off of Yang's tongue. As Kali strutted over to ravage Neon, Blake picked her head off the floor and felt a rage come over her. She couldn't believe it. She was getting ignored by her mom again! And for what, Neon? That stupid meme-y bitch couldn't bring her mom a quarter as much pleasure as she could! All she wanted was to commit the ultimate sin and eat her mom's pussy. Was that really too much to ask, universe? Was it too much to ask?

Yang looked down at Blake, but instead of mockery or disdain, her voice contained nothing but cheer. "Hey, Blake! Enjoying the orgy?"

Blake sneered at the blonde. "Go… fuck… yourself…"

Yang's smile disappeared, replaced by a hurt frown. "Hey, that's not very nice."

Blake growled like a wild beast, pushing herself off the floor and getting up in Yang's face. "That's not very nice? You know what isn't nice, Yang. Stealing a woman's mom right out from under her nose!"

Yang nervously scratched the back of her head. She hadn't talked to Blake since heir violent catfight. It was true things had gotten quite heated there—Yang literally tried to blow Blake up with grenades and there were quite a few attempts at stabbing. But that was weeks ago! Water under the bridge, right? Besides, with so much delicious poontang around them, what was there to hold grudges over.

"Look, I'm really sorry I slept with Kali," Yang said honestly. "I didn't mean to!"

"Oh, you lying little whore!" Blake shouted in rage and anguish. "All I ever wanted was one thing: to sleep with my mom! Just once! I didn't need it to be a constant thing. I didn't need it to be kinky or fucked-up or intense. Hell, I didn't even need to cum! I just wanted one nice evening where I could eat my mom's pussy, and you took her from me!"

"Come on, Blake," Yang said defensively. "She said she didn't want you. I only swooped in when I knew it would never happen between you two anyway."

"Bullshit," said Blake. "You always wanted to fuck her. You've wanted to stick your tongue in the slit of every single woman we've ever known. Hell, the whole reason why we are doing this fucking orgy can be traced back to you wanting to get your rocks off with a Grimm woman! Face it, Yang: you are a dirty, despicable slut with no respect for other people's boundaries, and you should be ashamed of yourself."

Yang sighed in defeat. "Yeah. You are right. I guess I really have no control over my libido. As your girlfriend, I should have known better than to sleep with your mom." Yang paused momentarily, but then she suddenly smiled. "So, want to have some hot milk sex?"

Blake's mouth dropped open in shock. "What?"

"I mean, look at you!" Yang exclaimed. "You're covered in milk! It's super hot!"

It was actually super cold, but that might have been why it was so attractive. The pure white milk clinging to every inch of Blake's skin, coating her in a delectable thin layer of cream. Her nipples had hardened and were sticking out, and tiny goosebumps covered her flesh that Yang eagerly wanted to lick warmth into. Of course, Blake wasn't really horny at all, given how fucking cold she was, but that all changed when Ilia suddenly returned, lugging a massive metal bucket of milk by her ankles.

"Got milk?" she asked excitedly, and before she could realize that Kali was long gone, off to munch of the carpet of another, Ilia hoisted up the milk bucket and dumped its hot contents all over Blake—and consequentially, via proximity, Yang as well. The milk was the correct temperature this time, and with several gallons of hot liquid now covering her skin, Yang let out an erotic squeal.

"Ooh! That's what I'm talking about! Thanks, Ilia!"

As Blake shuddered, drenched from head-to-toe in white, Yang grabbed onto her own boobs and began bouncing them up and down in delight, admiring their new wetness. Their Eternal Wetness. Blake turned to Ilia, seething mad, and while Ilia first didn't understand her pain, a quick look at her surroundings and a realization that the MILF was missing led her to sheepishly grin in embarrassment.

Blake snarled. "I fucking hate both you."

"That's just the horniness talking," Yang said as an idea hit her. "Oooh, you know what we should do? Milk enemas!"

Blake wasn't up for Yang's wacky suggestions. "You want to do a milk enema?"

"Yeah! Think about it!" Yang said, leaning forward and pressing her milk-covered tits against Blake's before smushing them around together. "We get a funnel and some tubing, and we pour a bunch of hot milk straight my ass. Then, I can squat over you and push all of that milk out of my asshole and into your gaping mouth. Or maybe into your asshole? Yeah, that's it! I'll push it back into a funnel into your asshole, and then you can squeeze it into a funnel that's connected to my asshole, and then we can keep trading the milk back-and-forth between us like twenty times, before I finally push it into your mouth and we make out with it. Won't that be fun?"

Blake stood there in silence, boobs pressed the woman who could technically still be called her girlfriend. Her face was sour as Yang stared wide-eyed and innocently at her. Kind of like a puppy dog. A puppy dog that wanted to shit milk into its girlfriend's ass.

"No," said Blake simply.

"Come on. Please?" Yang said. "It's just milk. Not actual poop, if that's what's grossing you out."

"You know, the whole thing is kind of just grossing me out," Blake said dejectedly. Technically, it was more bumming her out than grossing her out, but the difference really didn't matter. Without another word, she pulled herself away from Yang, grabbed Ilia by the hand, and dragged her partner away into the Sea of Sluts. She wasn't going to sleep with Ilia. She hadn't given up on her dreams just yet. Instead, she was just going to look for a corner to contemplate her next move. And maybe sulk in defeat a little. And maybe dry off some of the milk. Or lick it off herself. She part-cat, after all.

Left alone in a puddle of milk and with no pussy anywhere nearby, Yang looked around into the Sea, pleasantly surprised to see some of the women staring back at her, their focus drawn in by the milky, sexy altercation between Blake and her mother. She nervously gave them a shrug.

"So, uh… anyone down to trade milk enemas?"

Far too many eager hands shot into the air for comfort.