She tried to get a hold of herself, but as much as she liked to think of herself as a level-headed person, Luz was exceptionally good at making her act in ways she had never done before.
This just was the peak of all of that. She internally hated herself for what she was doing, but more importantly, she hated how unbelievably hot the human girl looked as she was fucked by the woman that Amity feared and respected the most.
And, against all odds, the fact that she was getting fucked by her own mother was just the last touch she didn't know she needed. Their bodies, personalities, and beliefs were completely opposite to each other, where Luz was a human of humble upbringing with an upbeat personality that tried to look the better on everyone, Mom was an elitist witch that saw other people as pawns that will give her eventual profits, one way and another.
And right now, such a manipulative woman was invading both lips of the girl her daughter had a crush on, moving her hips at a merciless pace, the eyes of the poor human girl rolling behind her skull, unable to resist the way she was being used.
If she wanted to resist in the first place, that is. Luz wasn't making any real effort to resist, instead, doing the only thing she could do in her restrained form, she returned the kiss submissively, contrasting with the dominant, demanding way the green-haired witch was invading her mouth.
At what point did her pants completely go down to her ankles? She had no idea, but what she knew was the juices were now running down her inner thighs like a burning acid against her skin, tempting her to push even deeper.
But that never came to be because a giant plant burst suddenly out of the ground.
"Willow!" She shouts, snapping out of her sensual, dirty daydreaming, and watching how her childhood friend, at the top of the large wallflower, made an act of appearance like some kind of heroic character.
Willow, with eyes burning with red energy, two magic circles on each hand, didn't reply, instead readying to push her arms towards Odalia, intending to probably use the green flora of the plant to overrun the older woman before she could act.
A reckless approach that proved to be far too reckless, as before she could even finish the motion, a muted firing sound was heard, and a purple goo substance flew from below towards her faster than the girl from the Plant Coven could react to, which obviously resulted on her colliding against a wall, unable to cast a spell any longer.
As Amity tried to get her act - and pants - together, she turned around, trying to find what had just taken Willow down, finding the culprit behind the attack on the form of her still very much naked older sister with a BazoMination 4000k resting on her shoulder, accompanied by the same Abomination from before that still kept a tight grasp on both of her holes.
Knowing that it was an all-or-nothing moment, Amity jumped on the stage without a second thought, paying no mind to how she looked or what people may think of her, running towards her mother still deep inside Luz's folds.
With years of honed skill in magic and combat imparted by different teachers and a natural disposition for both, she was not only able to flawlessly evade the more-that-expected BazoMination shot but also the sudden Abominations charge coming from both sides, stopping both inanimate creatures on her track with a stupid amount of ease.
Amity half-recognized that the Abominations were not normal Abominations, but the prototype that she had destroyed a night before.
In a set of quick motions, she transfigured one of the creatures on an improvised shield that blocked any attempt to attack her from behind, while the other wrapped around her arm, extending until reaching a fine, sharp end, directly pointed towards Odalia, that was now fully facing her, hand on her hip and frown painted on her face.
"Another tantrum, Mittens?" The older Blight questioned with exasperation. "First the twins and now you, honestly, are all teenagers like this? You almost make me want to apologize to my own mother."
"I came to stop you, Mom. I don't want to hurt you."
"And you said that while pointing at me with a sable?" She questioned, gesturing towards the situation at hand, which had the accidental effect of making Amity's eyes go down towards her crotch, where the phallic toy, covered in glistening juices, was pointing towards her on a show that made her mouth become water.
"I-Its not like that. I just…give me Luz back!" She stuttered nervously, closing her eyes while shaking her head, trying to get her mind straight again. "Stop buying time, you can't defeat me!"
"Oh, Mittens…" She started, using that annoying condescending tone she used so often. "But I don't need more time."
Understandably, those words felt like a bucket of cold water was thrown her way, and confusion quickly made her way inside her body, and that confusion gave room to doubt.
Catching a shadow from the corner of her eye, Amity moved her improvised sword away from her mother and instead directed it towards the approaching figure that suddenly was so close to her own body.
But she was forced to stop when the raw smell of sex invaded her nostrils, accompanied by the sight of her crush in her birthday suit trying to trap in a tight hug, her small titties working like a hypnotic spell that prevented her from reacting until the human girl had accomplished her goal, her warm body now refusing to put any amount of distance between the two of them.
Amity, of course, blushed so hard that she could almost feel the steam leaving from both of her ears as air refused to stay inside of her lungs.
Her body refused to move and her brain was in no better situation. The mere mental image of Luz in workout clothes and slightly sweaty was enough to send her on an overdrive of feelings, so of course this was gonna send her to a state where even the most basic of functions was an uphill battle.
Case in point, she was sure she wasn't breathing anymore.
She had to push her back, fight back or just take her gorgeous figure between her arms, find a way to rescue Willow, and run for her life, but the problem with all of those options lead to the same simple problem: touching Luz. She had to touch that youthful body that despite her own self-admitted nerdiness, for Amity seemed like the image of athleticism, slim and with curves in all the right places, completely at odds with what most people would consider conventionally perfect.
But for Amity, that couldn't be further from the truth. On the same basic level, she knew that those were her teenage hormones talking and that in the future her opinion may change, but for her, right now, watching the human girl's lips coming closer and closer to her own, she felt confident in repeating however many times it was necessary.
Luz Noceda was perfect.
So much so that Amity, normally astute and alert, completely missed out on the fact that Luzs normally brown eyes were now a bright purple until it was far too late.
Her weak attempt to back down was cut short when Luz suddenly cut the short distance between the two of them, smashing their lips together, causing both of them to come crashing to the ground at the same time that she completely lost the focus of her spells, causing her to construct to just becomes inert goo on the floor.
There was no emotion behind the kiss, it was almost mechanical in nature if it wasn't for the wet tongue fighting against her own. The kiss wasn't at all what she imagined, there wasn't a sunset in the background, they were not alone with their hands entwined, and certainly weren't looking at each other with boundless love.
Instead, there was a crowd of people watching her every move, -including two of her family members, pinned against the floor, the empty gaze of the girl she has a huge crush on unblinkingly looking through her…
And she still enjoys it. If that had anything to do with the fact that the girl at the top of her had her knees dangerously close to her crotch was anyone's guess.
"Oh, Amity, falling for a human of all creatures? That's just so disappointing." The voice of the woman that haunted her mind each time she did an exam was more than enough to revive the rebellious side of her, trying to fight against her hold and completely failing, Luz's hands tightly wrapped around her wrists. "Boscha, Skara, you had so many great options, and you decided to take…this?"
Anger and shame combined inside of her, giving her enough strength to raise her left hand slightly, in a weak attempt to cast a spell to free Willow.
Mercilessly, Odalia brought her foot down, shuttering down the possibility of escape, figuratively and literally looking down on her.
"Human Slave, prevent her from casting any spells." With almost no delay, Luz had already rearranged her hold of her, now intertwining their fingers together. "I had so many aspirations for you, but, alas, in the end, the only one you can trust is yourself. Maybe when you wake up, you'll see the light."
Almost as if her Mother had planned everything to the smallest detail, Amity felt the spiciest thing to ever touch her taste buds going rampant inside her mouth. However, and as paradoxically as it may sound, it was strangely pleasing, in a mildly painful kind of way.
"People! People!" Odalia recaptured every attention with a confident tone. "I'm so happy you have all remained calm during this staged demonstration. Really, it brings a certain warmth to my heart."
As the older woman continued to speak, and she felt tears running down her cheeks, she absently was able to register how Emira and the Abomination that has been following her all this time brought Willow back somewhere near the ground.
"Now, I want you to observe this carefully! It's one of the main functions behind the Abomina-Cum, and, in my expert opinion, one of the more revolutionary in the story of my…I mean, our company!"
The demons and witches looked carefully towards her, with even more intensity than before. Studying, analyzing, and more importantly than all, getting turned on by the sight of two teenagers making out with each other, some of them openly jerking off or having sex outright.
And the spicy feeling spread from her mouth towards her throat, each suck and lick that the mind-controlled Luz performed making her squirm in place, weakly trying to resist.
"A complex mix of ooze that my dear husband recently discovered! Dangerous and highly addictive at first, we have been able to distill part of it to reach the perfect properties to not be a danger for anyone."
She wasn't able to even struggle anymore, her limbs going numb as Luz continued to steal her air away from her, her wet tongue demanding more contact, pushing the border of what could be considered decent.
"Human Slave, stop." And as soon as it started, the kiss ended, Amity being left breathless with her eyes and mouth wide open, both of them itching for completely different reasons. "Human Slave, stand."
Once again, Luz obeyed the words from her mother with a familiar set of motions that she observed almost every time she used her own magic.
With the younger girl now standing right in front of her with an empty expression, Odalia trapped her chin between her thumb and index, forcing her to look at the public, not like she had to put much effort on it.
"In short, and to get to the good stuff, once the substance enters the body of the desired target, they will become more compliant. A small dose is enough to decrease inhibitions, and willpower, while a more direct, plentiful exposure will get rid of that pesky thing called free will!"
"W-wha?" She fully intended to scream that question, but in the end, what came out of her mouth was nothing short of a barely audible whisper. Everything was fuzzy, and the act of keeping her eyes open required more effort than she had ever thought possible.
Doing her best to take into account the situation, she managed to steal a glance towards the place where Willow was a mere minute ago, instead finding the place empty, just familiar Abominations ooze sticking to the wall.
And that was when she lowered down, and found Willow, savagely making out with her sister with her clothes torn in different places, perfectly showing her big breast and round ass for the world to see as they both had their lower holes invaded by the Abomination's hands at the same time.
Willow's eyes, even behind the glasses, were now an orchid-like color.
"Slave Daughter #2, stand." She tried to resist, she really did, with all of the strength she had left.
But that didn't matter one bit, as in mere seconds she was in front of the older Blight, who was looking at her with a smug aura around her that was just unbearable as she held the ever-present necklace she used to channel her magic
"Daughter Slave #2…turn around." A prisoner of her own body, Amity literally had no voice in the matter as she turned around towards the audience, feeling shortly after a sticky, warm thing between her thighs and against her slit.
"Y-you aren't getting away wi-"
"Human Slave put yourself in front of Daughter Slave #2." She either didn't register her words, or simply decided to ignore it, but whatever the answer was, Luz was now once again standing in front of her. "Human Slave, kiss Daughter Slave #2."
"N..o, wai-" Still out of breath, the little composure she'd managed to regain was thrown out of the window when the girl under the control of her devious mother took her face between her long fingers and invaded her mouth once again.
"More intensely, Human Slave. Kiss her until her tongue goes numb." She heard from behind while she felt an entire arm wrapped around her neck while the end of the…thing her parents had created together against her entrance.
Blindly obeying the order, the intensity of the kiss increased exponentially. What the girl lacked in skill the mind-controlled girl made in buckets with her eagerness, messy as it was.
In a last attempt at resisting, and as much as it pained her to do so, she tried to bite Luz, after all, if she could just stop, gain enough self-control, and, more importantly, distance herself away from her literally intoxicating breath then, just maybe…
But instead, like a pet learning a new trick, Luz abused the new technique to drive her further toward the edge. Biting her lip, and even tongue, with painfully slow movements.
And then, in her moment of vulnerability, she was finally able to feel the fake cock making her way up her inner walls, pushing forward without any type of regard for her hymen.
Her own mother, the one that brought her to this world and nursed her, was the one taking what was supposed to be one of the most beautiful moments away from her while at the same time forcing her to experience something that she has only been able to shyly imagine in the privacy of her mind.
All while firmly holding her by the neck, essentially choking her.
"I'm tired of you going against me, Mittens." Mom whispered against her ear, the strangely warm, yet false dick burying itself deeper inside her. "I will not allow you to become like the twins, maybe when you wake up, you will realize what's best for you."
Amity could understand why her mother advertised the Abomina-Cum as an important breakthrough. First times were painful, at least at the start, but contrary to that, Amity was unable to feel anything but pleasure each time her mother slammed her hips forward, the hot, itching feeling it left on its way driving her mad and more and more unable to keep coherent thoughts.
"You belong to me. Each one of you does, and I will not allow you to throw away the years of investment I put in you just because of some hormones and teenage rebelliousness."
Her mother was using her like a ragdoll, and by the second, her body was accepting that demand as if it was the most obvious of truths, her body forcibly relaxing, her pussy gladly taking every inch of the purple toy that was in the process of claiming her.
The lack of air, the savage way both her mouth and pussy were being ravaged, the wrongness of the situation, the lewd spectacle that had become of it, and more importantly of all, the feeling of defeat combined with the strong aphrodisiac that was consuming her senses.
All of that was too much for the young woman to defend against.
The last thought that the green-haired witch was able to make before a comfortable feeling of relief invaded her mind was how good it felt to kiss Luz, no matter what the circumstances were….
Odalia was satisfied. Everything was going according to the plans, even if they had deviated a bit along the way.
She knew that Mittens was going to try to rebel against her. She didn't like the idea, actually, she completely hated the idea, but teenagers will always find a way to disappoint you, and considering she wasn't planning on breeding another child any time soon, she had to work with the cards she was given.
And so, she had prepared.
The moment Alador burst inside the bedroom with the look of a madman and savagely proceed to fuck her like a possessed man for almost a day straight, she knew something was amiss. It wouldn't be until a day later that she would discover the strange mixture that her husband had come up with.
Alador, lacking her vision, had wanted to get rid of it carefully, but she, knowing better as always, saw its potential, and had pressured the Abomination prodigy in the right direction, the final result of hours of research, trial, and error, and no small amount of sex being what she knew would bring a large amount of money into their already filled to the brink pockets.
But Odalia couldn't trust anyone with this company, if word of this went out even a minute before the presentation, she knew the Guilds and merchants around will go begging to the Emperor's Coven in search of regulation till they themselves were able to figure out their own version.
Alador's initial reluctance to the construction of the device was enough to also write him off as useful for this particular endeavor. He could focus on the Abominatron, while she focused her eyes on something with potentially even more future than what her husband dubbed the ultimate killing machine.
And that's when she realized something so obvious that it was a miracle that the idea itself didn't punch her in the face right then and there.
She wasn't known for trusting or depending on many people. From a young age, she'd adopted a survival of the fittest mentality, and now, with this easy-to-use device, everyone could be the pawn she wanted to be.
"Yes…Just like that!" She hissed, feeling her youngest daughter finally giving in to the pleasure, slowly returning the messy kiss that the dirty human was giving to her. Now, sure of her victory, she smiled widely as she hammered deeper and deeper inside the now-used hole of her last born.
Licking her lips, she quickly stole a glimpse of where her oldest daughter was, finding her, after only God knows how long, doing what she ordered her to do. She recognized the girl that had come along with her Amity…Wirroh? Something like that, probably, but it didn't matter, she will also serve her purpose and when she is done with that, she'll throw her aside, letting her know why she shouldn't cross her again ever.
But enough of that. Yes, she enjoyed seeing other people struggling helplessly under her watch, knowing that she was better than all of them in all ways that mattered, but she was a businesswoman first and foremost.
With a long moan that had all the intention of making herself the focus of attention once again, she - reluctantly - pulled back. It was surprising how much she enjoyed the body of both petite girls. Emira's body was more developed than theirs in all the ways that mattered, but perhaps it was that innocent body that pushed her to want to mess with their little bodies until they were ruined forever.
Maybe.
"All Slaves! A single line. Now!" With no one to help her, Amity's body almost fell to the floor, completely relying on the girl whose name she didn't bother remembering to prevent that, a girl who, following the last rule she has been given, continued to desperately make out with her daughter on a pathetic display of teenage lust.
Clicking her tongue, she held both sides of her necklace-jewel and gave another command.
"Stop everything else you are doing, and line up." Finally, Amity and the human girl stopped smooching each other, something her daughter clearly needed if the color returning to her face was any indication. On the same being, Emira had stopped trying to infect the mediocre witch Amity had come with, both of them following your commands closely followed by the Abomination that continued to provide them with Abomina-Cum.
Of course, the effects lasted for at least an hour, so there was no practical reason to make the thing follow them around, but there was nothing practical in mindless lust. Emira was an eye candy for the old perverts around them.
And thanks to Mittens here, she almost had a full collection at her disposal now.
"Please, everyone, short applause for my attendants here. They perfectly displayed what would happen if anyone, short of our great Emperor of course, tried to fight anyone with the power of Blight Industries behind them." As the damn sheep they were, she could see most of them buying her bullcrap excuse without even a second thought, applauding shortly after with awe written all over their faces. "Let me repeat it this one last time at the risk of sounding like a broken crystal ball, this new item isn't just something that you could need, no! This is something you undoubtedly need! It has limitless potential, and for now, only we could provide this service that other expert witches would perform for literally an eyeball!"
She made a dramatic pause, letting the spectators think for themselves long enough to agree with her, but quickly continuing, before they could actually think too much about her declaration.
"And even when our competition eventually catches wind of what we created, I can assure you with 100% of certainty that we, and only we, will be the one that continues to innovate in the field of expert and quality Abomination's tools for behind closed doors!"
It was tempting, and she could already see more than half of the people present ready to raise their hands to throw their golden snails at her.
But she didn't reach this height of power just by accepting 'more than half'. She didn't want just a normal sale, she wanted an absolute and overwhelming out-of-the-chart sale of frenzy that would force Alador to build even more of this fantastic device.
Which is why in the blink of an eye she was right behind her younger daughter and the lowly human, one had firmly squeezed the small tits of the former, while the finger of the other hand found themselves inside the tight pussy of the former, oozing orchid liquid falling to the wooden floor with each lewd sound produced by the action.
"Have I mentioned that anyone who orders in the next five minutes will get a personal and very intimate meet and greet with my lovely assistants here?"
The screams and looks of sheer mad desire were exactly what she wanted. The income of money reaching the goal of the night in less than a minute was the most beautiful of songs in her ears.
NOTE:
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