So once again I have to apologise for the long wait. A lot of people are having a tough time at the moment and that includes me. BUT here it is, and hopefully I will be able to write more consistently going forward. If you could leave a review, I would really appreciate it it as they motivate me like nothing else.
You might have already read the beginning of this chapter as I posted it a while ago, but if you search for the word Belle, I think you will find the spot where I left it off back then. Enjoy
Chapter 35 – Belle, Elastigirl and Violet
This contains lesbian erotic content and incest. So if that disturbs or offends you, don't continue reading. Also bear in mind that this is all fiction and nothing to be taken seriously.
To move forward with our story, we once again need to move back. 10 years back to be precise, to another kingdom far from Agrabah where a very popular king had just passed away. Shortly after the funeral, the coronation of the one who should later be known as The Evil Queen took place. This was followed by a feast in which many of the kingdom's citizens attended, not just the noblemen. The Evil Queen sat in her throne at the end of the large ballroom, looking over the banquet. She had made sure that there was plenty of food and alcohol to go around for the occasion.
Many of the men had gone up to her after the coronation to congratulate her or offer their condolences. Late in the evening, a man came to her with a single very red rose. The Evil Queen took the flower and placed it beside her without changing her cold facial expression or saying thanks.
"Such a tragedy what happened to your husband," the man said and bowed. "And so shortly after your wedding. After the former queen's passing in childbirth, he had been declining for years. Many of us believed that he would get better after marrying again. And then to choke on an ordinary apple…" The man shook his head in despair.
"Yes, such a tragedy," The Evil Queen said with a monotone voice while looking absently at her fingernails. She knew very well the apple the King choked on was not ordinary as she had poisoned it and made it seem like he choked to death. "But this is not a time to mourn," she continued in a more upbeat tone. "This is a time for celebration! A new beginning under new leadership! Go back to the feast and enjoy yourself."
The man bowed again and retreated to the party. Behind him, a younger man stepped forward and bowed.
"Your Majesty," he said humbily. "My name is Lumiere. I've been sent as a representative of Prince Adam."
"Is that so?" The Evil Queen said, not seeming to be interested in the slightest.
"He wants to let you know that he wishes to ask for the King's-"
"Former King," The Evil Queen corrected sternly.
"Yes, of course, Your Majesty," Lumiere said flustered. "He wants to let you know that he wishes to ask for the former King's daughter, Snow White's, hand in marriage."
Lumiere looked over at a beautiful young girl at about 8 or 9 years old, crying into the shoulder of a maid. Snow White had been inconsolable since her father died.
"When she is of age of course," Lumiere then said and turned to the Queen.
The Evil Queen's face gave nothing away, but she was clenching her fists hard.
"Thank you for the information," she said coldly. "Now fuck off."
Lumiere bowed and backed away. The Evil Queen had had enough of this. She stood up and banged a fork against her wineglass to get everyone's attention. The whole ballroom was quiet.
"I will sleep with anyone in this room tonight," she declared loudly. "As long as they agree to be executed in the morning."
The room stayed silent for a few moments, before several of the drunken men one by one raised their hands and shouted: "I'll do it!"
"You," The Evil Queen said and pointed at a random volunteer. "Come with me."
The Evil Queen grabbed him by the hand and led him out of the ballroom and showed him the way to her chambers.
Half an hour or so later, the sound of the man moaning loudly: "Fuck! That is good! Fuuuuck!" was heard from the room as the Evil Queen was riding him senselessly, making the bed creak loudly. When he came, his pupils went inside his skull and he squealed like a pig.
"Wow, that was amazing," he sighed as The Evil Queen got off his cock.
She smiled for a second, but then turned her head to the door and yelled from the top of her lungs.
"Guards!"
Two giant thugs came into the room and dragged the man out of the bed.
"Take him to the dungeons," The Evil Queen said as she put a classy black bathrobe on. "He shall die in the morning."
As he was dragged out of the room, he had a look on his face that said: "it was worth it".
"A decent fuck though," The Evil Queen said to herself when they had left.
But the night wasn't over for her. After that, she left her chambers to go to a gloomily lit room where her massive magic mirror was placed.
"Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face," she said as she raised her arms.
The wind became wild and flames burst within the mirror frame. A lavender and green theatrical mask with hollowed eye sockets and mouth appeared floating in the middle of the frame with purple smoke around it.
"What wouldst thou know, my Queen?" it said.
"I have a question for you," she said in her cold menacing voice. "If Prince Adam marries Snow White, what will happen then?"
"He shall take thy place as ruler of the kingdom," the mirror answered in its calm manner.
"No!" the Queen screamed furiously and punched the mirror so hard a piece fell off and landed on the cold stone floor. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, before she spoke again in a more composed voice. "Show him to me."
The mask disappeared from the mirror and instead a young boy throwing a tantrum at a maid who was trying to teach him how to read appeared in the frame.
"Look at this brat," The Evil Queen said and snorted. "I think I'm gonna pay him a little visit."
"What is thy plan?" the mask asked after appearing in the mirror again.
"My plan?" The Queen said and a smile grew on her face. "I will disguise myself as a haggard old beggar woman and offer him…" She paused and touched her chin pensively. Then she thought of just the thing. "…a rose in exchange for shelter. And when he turns me away, I will turn back into my usual beautiful self and curse him."
The Evil Queen sneered evily.
"What if he doth not turn thou away?" the mask asked skeptically.
"He's 11 years old! If he's raised any proper, he ought to turn an ugly old strange woman away. And when he does, I will turn him into a hideous beast; the kind no one could ever love. I'll even torture him even more by enchanting the rose to break the spell within 10 years if he earns a woman's love. Like that's gonna happen," she said sarcastically and laughed maniacally. "And I will curse his entire kingdom so he and his servants can't leave and no one will remember or even realize it exists outside of its walls. That should take care of the problem."
The Evil Queen rubbed her hands together. It was almost too good! But something was still missing from her plan… Then her eyes fell on the broken mirror piece on the floor. She picked it up and examined it.
"And lastly, I will give him this magic mirror as a window to the outside world that he can never go to, just to torment him a bit more."
The Evil Queen left the kingdom that night to go to Prince Adam's castle and change his life forever.
10 years later, in that very castle, a scared girl named Belle was walking across a long hallway to the West Wing. Her heart was beating loudly like never before and her steps were heavy and short. All she had on was her underwear as she knew any other clothes would be coming off shortly anyway. She was walking towards a big door. She could hear loud thumps from behind it and the screams of the maid Plumette whom Belle had had sex with just 25 minutes earlier. It seemed so long ago now.
Suddenly the door opened and closed swiftly as a naked and bruised Plumette walked through. She came towards Belle, her walking troubled like a kid who had just peed its pants. As she walked past Belle, she didn't say anything, but only gave her a teethless and forceful smile before limping on. Belle looked over her shoulder and saw how Plumette's ass was firery red and bloody. Belle gulped. A second before she was about to turn the handle of the big scary door to the West Wing, she heard voices inside and retracted her hand.
"Master, have you thought that, perhaps, this girl could be the one to break the spell?" a voice said with a cautious tone of voice.
"Of course I have, Lumiere. I'm not a fool," another voice said angrily. Belle instantly recognized that it was the Beast.
"Good," Lumiere said. "Because the rose has already begun to wilt."
"It's no use," the Beast growled. "She's so beautiful, and I'm so...well, look at me! If she were to fall in love with her capture that wouldn't seem entirely healthy, would it? I should just appreciate the fact that I now have someone new to fuck and let that be that."
"But Master-"
"No!" the Beast roared, causing the door that Belle was pushing her ear up against to rattle. "I'm not gonna act like some fucking gentleman towards her, there's no point! I just need a new fucktoy, and if that causes me to remain a beast forever then so be it!"
Belle could hear Lumiere sigh deeply. "As you wish, Master."
Belle made a startled jump backwards as the door opened and a man, whom she assumed to be Lumiere, walked out.
"Oh," he said also surprised. "You can go in now, Mademoiselle, and…" he paused and looked with pitiful eyes at Belle. "…good luck."
He walked past her and down the corridor from which Belle had come. She inhaled deeply and walked inside. Surprisingly, the first thing she noticed as she walked in, was a single red rose surrounded by a glass covering which was placed on a table in the corner of the room beside a big glassless window. Beside lay what looked to be a small sparkling mirror.
Then her gaze fell upon the Beast's menacing figure. She had almost forgotten his massive size and stature. He was naked and his big hairy penis was seemingly rock hard and had a gentle upswing.
Belle tried to remember what Plumette had told her. She needed to relax, smile and try to get the best out of it, but it was difficult as she was scared senselessly. She swallowed her fear and walked towards him. She stood about a fingers distance away from him as she tried stroking her hand on his chest like Plumette had done to her earlier. There was so much hair, it was like petting a dog.
"Yees," the Beast said slimily as Belle ran her nails over his nipples.
Belle was pleasantly surprised that she got to be in control and if she could keep this going for a while, maybe she could save herself from some pain.
But Belle didn't get to be in control for very long as the Beast quickly got bored with the teasing strokes. He grabbed her head with his massive bear-like hands and turned her around, facing away from him.
"Bend over," he growled.
Belle wished she was anywhere else but here. She thought about her father. Oh how she wished he had gotten home safely and this wouldn't be for nothing. She submissively bend herself over an old torn up reading chair. She felt how swiftly her panties were pulled down by his claws and she had never felt so exposed. She looked over her shoulder and saw that the Beast had found a big wooden cricket bat.
Belle was so scared she could cry, but she held it back. The force of which that monster could strike her soft uncovered buttom filled her thoughts unwillingly. She could hear the air whistling as he swung the bat behind his ear, ready to strike. Belle closed her eyes hard as she waited for the release of pain, every millisecond feeling like an eternity. And then, just as he was about to smack the bat against her bare ass, a girl's voice neither of them knew interrupted and drove the Beast's attention away from Belle.
"Hey! This seems to be pretty important with it floating in a glass montre and all."
A young girl with long dark auburn hair stood with a foot on the windowsill and held the wilting rose dangerously by her fingertips outside the window. "I wonder what will happen if I drop it all the way from up here."
"Don't you dare!" the Beast thundered and threw the cricket bat hard on the floor, making Belle's entire body twitch from shock like a gun had just gone off beside her.
Before the Beast could run to her, the cheeky girl let go of the rose very nonchalantly and it fell fast towards the ground many feet below. "Oops," she said sarcastically.
"Nooo!" the Beast screamed and ran towards the door on all fours like a bear. He was quickly gone from the room as he was going to fetch the dropped rose and make sure it wasn't destroyed.
The mysterious girl snatched the sparkling mirror on the desk and hurried over to Belle who was completely dumbfounded by what had just happened.
"Who are y-"
"I'm Megara," the girl said quickly. "Put your panties back on and put on the Beast's cape. We ought to be out of here before he returns."
Belle didn't argue. The Beast had put his red cape on the reading chair Belle had bend over. It was so big she could wear it around her body like a towel.
"Thank you so much!" Belle said to Megara as they ran out of the West Wing and down to the front gates.
"Don't thank me," Megara said curtly and looked at the mirror in her hand.
They burst through the front gates and Belle stopped short as they got outside and her eyes grew big.
A big horse stood waiting right in front of her. Except it wasn't a horse. It had the legs of a horse, but the upper body and head was human.
"A centaur," Belle said in awe.
"Yes," Megara said and looked anxiously behind her shoulder to see if the Beast was behind them. "Now get on."
Belle didn't have time to fully grasp what she was actually doing as she urgently climbed on the back of the centaur behind Megara.
"Get us out of here!" Megara commanded the centaur.
"You remember our deal, right?" the centaur said without moving.
"Yes, I promise I will sit on your face later. Now go!" Megara said and kicked the mythological animal with her heels, causing it to run towards the end of the castle grounds.
Belle grabbed tightly onto Megara and looked back at the castle.
"Wait! We need to get Plumette!"
"I don't know who that is!" Megara yelled and the centaur didn't stop moving. "Besides, if we go back, that beast will kill us!"
And as on cue, the Beast appeared behind them, emerging from the moat with the still intact rose in his mouth. It was clear that he had blood in his eyes and was way quicker than the centaur.
"Faster!" Megara shouted at the centaur as the Beast was right behind them with its claws out ready to strike them down.
But as they at that moment reached the gates to the castle ground, the Beast was pushed back as if an invisable barrier was keeping him from leaving. He roared loudly as he could see the centaur and the two girls move into the forest and out of sight.
They rode for a few minutes until the path ahead split. The centaur stopped and Megara looked back at Belle.
"You need to continue alone from here," she said and helped Belle down. "If you go in that direction, past Anaheim, you will reach the Pixar District. There I'm sure someone will help you get food and shelter."
"Who are you?" Belle said, still wearing the Beast's cape. "What is that?" Belle nodded in the direction of the small mirror in Megara's hand. "Where did you find a centaur?"
"Hey, my name is Nessus," the centaur said indignantly.
"Shut up, Nessus," Megara sneered. "It's best if you know nothing. Good luck, miss."
Megara kicked Nessus again and he galloped in the other direction than where Belle was meant to go. Belle looked at the path they came from and for a second, she thought about going back to get Plumette, but then she remembered the terrifying way the Beast had roared when they got away from him. It would be suicide to go back, at least alone.
For now, her only option was to do as Megara told her and head towards the Pixar district.
The moon was high in the sky by the time she reached the city limits. Belle's legs were quivering as she walked the empty quiet streets. It was hard to fathom how crazy and long this day had been. She needed to rest.
She looked at the houses she passed and almost every single one of them had all their lights out. Finally, she found one where a single light seemed to be on. Belle hated being a bother, especially this late at night, but she seriously needed a place to stay so she went up to the front door and knocked gently.
Not many seconds had passed before the door was opened and a woman in her late thirties with medium length brown hair in a short side-bob that was shaped like a curved heart stood on the other side of the doorframe. She had a slim, athletic figure with wide hips, and Belle was sure that she would see a big nice ass if she turned around.
"I-I'm sorry," Belle stuttered, completely overwhelmed by the ridiculously hot lady in front of her. "It's a very long story. I've been walking in the woods for hours and I just really need a place to stay for the night."
"Of course, come in," the woman said and stood aside to let Belle into her house.
If was a very big modern suburban house, but it was still very cosy. It was obvious that the woman wasn't living here alone.
"You poor girl, take a seat."
Belle sat down in a soft arm chair in the living room.
"What's your name, sweetie?" the woman asked as she found some blankets for her pretty guest.
"I'm Belle."
"I'm Helen," the woman said as she bend over Belle to put the blankets on her, giving Belle the opportunity to look straight down between her big dangling breasts as she was only wearing a matte pink bathrobe.
"Let me make you some tea," Helen said and went into the kitchen.
"Thank you so much," Belle said, overwhelmed by the incredible hospitality shown to her.
Belle could hear the kettle in the kitchen starting to work as she snuggled up in her chair with her blankets.
"So why were you in the forest all alone in the middle of the night?" Helen asked as she returned with two cups of hot tea.
Belle took her cup, blew on it and slurped half its content in one go. She was so cold and thirsty. Helen sat down in another chair opposite Belle.
Belle really didn't want to lie and come up with some tall tale, and Helen had shown her so much kindness, she thought that she at least owed her the truth so she told her the whole thing; how she traded her freedom to save her dad, how she was taught to be a sex slave by a sweet maid and how a mysterious girl on a centaur had saved her. By the time she finished, all the tea was gone and she suspected that Helen would think her blithering mad, but by the look of her face, she actually seemed to believe her.
"So this beast just stays in his castle and abuses his servants?" Helen asked to clarify.
"Yes," Belle said gravely. "I wish I could save Plumette and the rest somehow, but if I go back, I don't think I will make it out alive. Not by myself at least."
Helen grew a wrinkle between her eyes. Something was clearly eating her up, but Belle didn't want to ask. She felt that she was being intruding enough as it was.
"That's really awful," Helen ended up saying, but the wrinkle didn't disappear. There was still something that she wanted to say but couldn't.
"Yes, especially because if only he had been a kind and intelligent soul, then his appearance wouldn't have mattered to me. Then maybe I could've grown to care for him after some time. But he wasn't; he was a rough angry rapist so I don't even pity him."
Helen nodded pensively.
Belle looked around the house once again.
"Do you have a family who lives here too?" she asked curiously.
"Yes, my husband and two kids," Helen said and glanced at the front door and then at the clock on the wall.
"Are they asleep?" Belle asked.
"My daughter is. My son is at a sports camp and my husband…" Helen paused. "…is out bowling."
Belle thought that it seemed to be a little late to go bowling, but she didn't say it out loud.
"Well," Helen said and stood up. "Give me your cup and I'll go wash up."
"I'll join you," Belle said and followed Helen into the kitchen.
"I'll make some space on the couch for you and find a duvet somewhere," Helen said.
"Thank you so much, you are being so generous," Belle said and smiled.
She looked out the window, and for a second, she thought she saw the beast outside the house, but it turned out to just be the silhouette of a big trash container. But her momentary hallucination startled her so much that she dropped the tea cup in her hand, and that's when something incredible happened. Even though Helen was standing two meters away from Belle, her arm seemed to extend all the way over to her and caught the cup in mid air before it hit the floor. Belle and her looked at each other with very similar expressions of surprise in their faces. Helen had done it before she had even registered what she was doing, like a reflex.
"Fuck," she just said as she looked into Belle's awestruck eyes.
"What just happened?" Belle said dumdfounded.
"You weren't meant to see that," Helen said and touched her forehead regretfully.
"Are you like… a super-….person?" Belle asked with the same vividness in her eyes.
Helen took a beat, contemplating if there was any other way to explain her sudden increaseness in arm-length, but figured there was no way around it.
"My name's Elastigirl," she said begrudgingly. "Yes, I am a super. This is my secret identity."
Belle tried to keep her cool, but was actually kind of freaking out.
"I've read about you! You're the one who caught the notorious Mysterious Melvin! I can't believe I'm actually meeting you. You are so cool."
"Thank you," Helen said and blushed. "But I'm sorry. Now that you know my secret identity, I have to erase your memory."
Belle took a step back.
"No!" she resisted. "You can't. I don't want to forget."
All her life, Belle had dreamed of adventure and excitement, and now that she had been taken prisoner by a beast and met an actual superhero, she was not about to let that go away.
"I'm so sorry, Belle. Superheroes aren't very popular at the moment and we just moved here; I don't want to relocate again."
This time Belle took a step forward and grabbed Helen's arm.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise on my dad's life. Please, I beg you. Don't do this," Belle pleaded.
Helen gave her a tortured look. "I have to," she whispered.
Then Belle did something that she even herself was surprised by. She grabbed Helen by her neck and kissed her. After a few seconds of surprised confusion, Belle was ecstatic to feel the touch of Helen's hand on her back and the feel of her parting her lips as well and their tongues meeting.
Belle pulled her away and they stood with their foorheads against each other in the small kitchen late at night.
"I promise," Belle repeated, and felt Helen press her body against hers and their mouths coming together once again.
Belle couldn't help but grab hold of Helen's butt behind her and was not disappointed by how round and soft it felt. Her generous breasts pressed into Belle's, and Belle felt Helen's hand reaching beneath the Beasts's cape still surrounding her body and fondling her ass as well. Their mouths came together again, but Helen denied Belle's tongue entrance. Instead she bit her lips almost enough to draw blood, making Belle's knees weak. Then her tongue forced into Belle's mouth, swirling around Belle's tongue in a way she'd never felt before. Belle didn't know what she was doing, but she loved it.
They grinded into each other, and Helen pushed her thigh between Belle's, demanding that she rubbed her crotch against her leg. Belle was not going to turn down that kind of opportunity.
"You don't need to sleep on the couch," Helen said, kissing Belle's neck repeatedly. "There's plenty of room in my bed."
Helen's hands slid up Belle's side and then to her chest, her touch burning through the thin cape. Her hands cupped Belle's tits. She caught her nipples between her outstretched fingers, clamping them, squeezing them hard, harder. It hurt so damn good, Belle thought. Her cunt was tingling. She felt so wet that she wouldn't be surprised if she was dripping on the kitchen floor.
Helen reached behind Belle's back and unhitched the place where the cape was held together and it fell quickly to the floor, leaving Belle completely naked. In a swift motion, Helen threw her bathrope off as well and stood nude in front of Belle. Belle's eyes widened. Helen had the slickest hottest body complete with a pair of beautiful massive tits. A true milf.
Helen cupped Belle's breasts again, and Belle felt like there was electricity flowing from Helen's hands into hers. She shivered. Her nipples were like diamonds.
"You want to move to the bed?" Helen asked, looking deep into the eyes of her young partner.
"Certainly," Belle said excited and as she moved towards the bedroom door, she felt Helen's hand grabbing her ass behind her, and when she looked back, she could see that Helen was several meters away from her and her arm had stretched all the way over to her.
Helen smiled playfully at her. She had accepted that Belle would know her secret so there was no need to hide it anymore.
They went into the bedroom. Helen was quick to get on the bed and spread her legs wide; REALLY wide. She was situated on the middle of the double bed and both of her feet reached its edge on either side in a perfect split.
Belle took her in: her soft thighs; her pink clit, engorged with her need; the hunger in her eyes.
"You're so beautiful," Belle couldn't help but say out loud.
From three feet away, Belle could smell her pussy's perfume. It drew her in like a fish to a lure.
"Lick me, Belle. Lick me good," Helen ordered.
Belle's tongue was in her all at once. Lapping up her juices. Her hands came up and her fingers caressed her labia on either side.
"Oh, honey," Belle could hear her say.
Helen's fingers grabbed bunches of her long brown hair and pulled her tighter to her. Belle watched as one of Helen's arms extended all the way to Belle's pussy which was craving attention. And that's exactly what it got as Helen's incredibly extended hand caressed her clit ever so gently, making Belle moan into Helen's sex.
They could do this for hours were it up to Belle. It would be heaven to her, but she wanted to make Helen cum so badly. She grabbed the base of her clit with her thumb and forefinger and then took what was left in her mouth. Helen started writhing, the bed started shaking and then she came, shaking and squirming and cunt pulsing and quivering. She called out into the night, something unintelligible. Her thighs squeezed Belle, her vagina squeezed her tongue even more and her fingers plunged into Belle's pussy faster than a bullet train, making her moan loudly with her.
"More, baby, more," Elastigirl said out of breath.
Belle looked at Elastigirl's beautiful pulsing pussy and wondered whether Helen's super-elasticity also applied to her vagina. She figured it must be put to the test so her tongue returned to her clit, while her entire fist pushed against her opening. She felt Helen's entrance quickly widen just enough for her to easily push into her, going a little faster when Elastigirl shivered in pleasure.
"Aw aw aw aw aw, fuck that's good, yeah!" Elastigirl panted, propped up on her elbows, but her head lolling back, reveling as Belle's whole hand went in and out of her juicy pussy that she could widen and tighten at will.
Belle held her eyes with hers and saw the wonder in her face, the waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
"I'm going to cum, babygirl. I'm going to fucking cum. I'm going to fucking cum on your fucking fist, babygirl," Elastigirl moaned.
And she did. Loudly. Groaning into the air like it wasn't 4 in the morning in a closely inhabited area. As Belle pulled her hand which was wrist deep in Elastigirl's sex out, an unusual noice seemed to be coming from the corner of the room. It almost sounded like somebody else had just cum and moaned quietly. They both noticed it and Elastigirl sat up.
"Violet," she said sternly into the empty air. "Show yourself."
Belle jumped backwards on the bed in surprise as a teenage girl appeared in the corner of the room out of thin air. She was naked and had a hand close to her evidently wet pussy.
"Dammit, Violet, we talked about this," Elastigirl looked at the clearly embarrsed girl with a combination of anger and disappointment. "I don't like when you spy on me, especially when I'm in the middle of adult stuff."
"I'm sorry," Violet said in a soft voice without making eyecontact. "I'm just curious. Whenever you and dad or you and Dash or you and your toy do this sort of thing… I don't know, I just can't help but watch."
"For the record, I don't fuck neither Dash nor your dad anymore. Dash finishes so damm quickly and your dad is having an affair with some bitch named Mirage. But also, are you envious? Is that what this is about? You want to join me?"
"I don't know," Violet said quietly.
Belle could tell that she was really shy, clear by the way her straight bluish-black hair covered half her face in an attempt to hide herself. Still, Belle couldn't help but think how beautiful and cute she was. She had a very slender build with a small waistline, blue-violet eyes, fair skin, and a circular head.
"Come on," Elastigirl insisted and moved back on the bed, making room for Violet. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked Belle quickly who shook her head.
"Not at all!" Belle said enthusiastically.
Violet didn't move. "I don't know…" she said insecurely.
"Please, sweetie, I promise we'll show you a good time." Elastigirl opened her arms. "Come to mommy."
Violet hesitantly stood up and walked to the bed. As she sat down, Elastigirl wasted no time kissing her daughter smack on the mouth. Violet made a satisfied noice as it happened, but she still looked scared.
"Just relax," Elastigirl said and brushed her hair gently with her hand. "It'll be fine."
Elastigirl started kissing Violet's neck and Belle caressed her back. Elastigirl's hand reached down Violet's flat stomach and down to her shivering sex.
"You got all wet when you watched us, didn't you?" Elastigirl said and moved her tongue onto Violet's little sensitive clit and flicked it repeatedly. She whimpered instantly.
Belle reached her petite boobs from behind and caressed them nicely.
Violet rode the wave of pleasure, aware only of her clit and breasts as they were being licked and sucked while everything else faded beyond her ability to register it.
"Let mommy take care of you," Elastigirl said as she continued her assault on her daughter's clit.
"Oh fuck," Violet said under her breath.
Two of Elastigirl's fingers pushed their way easily inside Violet's wet pussy and she started finger-fucking her along with everything else. But Elastigirl's fingers didn't remain their regular length as she used her powers to make them stretch all the way to the back of Violet's deep vagina. Violet tried to tell her to stop, to slow down at least, but she couldn't. Belle pushed Violet's hair back behind her ear and forcefully kissed her on her moaning mouth. Before she was ready for it, Violet was cumming, and not just once; a second orgasm blurred together with the first, and she could hear her own voice moaning something incomprehensible, even she didn't know what she was trying to say. She felt like she couldn't possibly withstand the pleasure coursing through her, couldn't last much longer without slipping fully away from consciousness.
Once she was capable of taking in her surroundings again, she saw both her mother and Belle beside her looking pleased with themselves and just a tiny bit concerned.
"You okay, baby?" Elastigirl asked, stroking her hair with one hand in a very motherly way.
"I'm fucking great," Violet murmured. "That pretty much wiped me out."
"Mm-hm, that's what we were going for. We wanted your first time to be memorable."
"That was so cool," Violet said, still not comprehending what had just happened.
Then they heard what sounded like the front door opening and closing.
"Stay here," Elastigirl said, quickly putting on a bathrobe and going out of the bedroom and over to the house entrance.
What followed was a heated argument between her and a man who Belle assumed to be her husband. Violet and Belle looked awkwardly at each other as they listened to Violet's mom and dad shouting at each other. Apparently, Elastigirl's husband, who was named Bob, had not only fucked that Mirage girl earlier that night, but him and his friend Lucius had also wrecked a burning building, trying to save the people inside.
"Do you actually want to relocate again, is that it?" Elastigirl said very passive aggressively. "Do you want us to be exposed and convicted, huh? We're heroes, we're not criminals, and to be heroes we have to stop being heroic right now."
"I can't!" Bob shouted. "It's who I am! I can't stop being me."
"You should! For the sake of me and Dash and Violet. Don't we matter to you?"
"Of course you do!"
"Ahem."
Belle had dared to enter the room in the middle of the fight. She had put on some of Elastigirl's clothes that she had found in her closet.
"Who are you?" Bob said agitated.
He was a big muscular man. Belle recognized him instantly as Mr. Incredible.
"I'm Belle. I'm so sorry to interrupt, but if you really need to bust a villain, I know one who lives in a secluded castle that no one knows about. If you want to do hero work with no one noticing, the castle is filled with servants who need to be saved from a monstrous beast."
Silence filled the room for a few seconds with Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl looking at Belle with an unreadable expression.
"Sounds good," Mr. Incredible then finally said and looked at his wife who also nodded approvingly.
Violet suddenly appeared out of nowhere just beside Belle who once again jumped from surprise. "I want to come too."
Elastigirl shook her head instantly. "No way, young lady, you're not nearly old enough to do that kind of adult stuff."
"I think we just proved that I am ready for adult stuff," Violet argued gesturing at the bedroom door.
Mr. Incredible looked confused. Elastigirl made a restrained grimace but then sighed. "Fine," she said, and Violet smiled gleefully, along with Belle.
They all had a good night's sleep, and the next morning, they were off on their mission.