Deal with the Devil
08
Commissioned by Enigmatic.
Morgan, or Vivian, moaned and shivered where she was squeezed between them as Michael and Runeas ran their hands over her and plied her body with kisses, licks, sucks, and the occasional bite. Until, as one, they decided it was time to move on. There was no need to speak between the two, they were so in tune by now. However, Runeas knew her husband and his soft heart, so she decided to extend a warning to the mage they were molesting.
Pressing her forehead into Morgan's, amethyst eyes stared into ice blue as Morgan forced herself to focus. "Morgan," Runeas murmured, drawing the other woman's attention. A flex of will and a bit of shapeshifting had Runeas's tail unfurled from above her ass and wrapping around Morgan's leg, sliding its way up her body until it slipped between Morgan's legs, over her nether lips, and further back to teasingly brush against Morgan's ass. Runeas leered threateningly, her intentions as clear as she could make them. "This is your only warning. If you stay the night, we're going to have you in every. Way. We. Can. If there is anything you're even slightly hesitant about, now's the time to back out—"
"Oh just shut up and do it!" Morgan growled, closing the distance between them and kissing Runeas as roughly as Runeas had her for just a moment. "All my life, I've been warned of the scary, sexy devil that would ruin me if I let her. I'm not afraid of you anymore. Now's your chance. Do it."
Runeas was taken aback momentarily, before erupting into giggles. "Uehehehe~! Michael! I like her! She's feisty!"
"She is," he chuckled, kissing Morgan's shoulder. "Shall we?"
"Let's!" Runeas agreed.
A bit of shifting around had Morgan turned towards Michael and Runeas pressed into her back, before Runeas rolled, pulling Morgan with her. The result was Morgan left with head nestled between Runeas's large breasts, the devilish woman's legs wrapped around Morgan's waist from behind as her hands came up and captured Morgan's tits. Long, dexterous fingers stroked and teased Morgan's pale pink, thick nipples to attention before latching on and beginning to gently squeeze, roll, and pull them. Runeas's mouth found Morgan's ear, her lips kissing and sucking the tip into her mouth as her tongue teased the blonde, her breath hot in Morgan's ear and making the mage pant as Runeas found one of her weak spots.
"I hope you're ready, little mage," Runeas whispered, as Michael smiled down on them and settled himself between Morgan's legs, spreading them and exposing her sex—wet, ready, and needy, swollen and red with her arousal and from teasing herself earlier. Runeas's tail found its way back between the cheeks of Morgan's ass and began teasing her puckered anus again, and Morgan was thankful she'd had the forethought to use a cleaning spell earlier.
"Ready for what?" Morgan asked breathily, her eyes locking on Michael's as she held her arms open, welcoming him in eagerly.
"Ufufufu~! Why, to be a mother again, obviously. You said it yourself! You need a spare, to go with your heir. And here you are, with this delicious, lewd, sinful," Runeas squeezed Morgan's breasts hard enough to draw a squeak from her mouth even as she squeezed her legs around Morgan's shapely thighs, "motherly body you've been neglecting for years. Fertile and just begging to be impregnated."
"Ahn~," Morgan mewled as Michael's hands ran over her thighs, teasing her as he leaned in and kissed her lips. Morgan kissed back, her tongue slipping into his mouth to taste him as some of her desperation leaked through. Her desire for intimacy, for a warm human touch. She was a woman and she needed to be loved! "Please, don't tease me, Michael," she begged, before turning her head enough to look at Runeas. "I'm ready."
Michael took himself in hand, rubbing his cock over Morgan's puffy, wet lips. The woman below him made a quiet sound of frustration as she raised her hips, trying to tempt him to put it in already as he grinned down at her. Michael pressed forward and Morgan tensed as Runeas's tail pressed into her as well.
"Both at the same time?!" Morgan mewled, her body squirming as if unsure if she wanted to get away, or wanted them to continue.
"Do it~!" Runeas demanded, hefting and squeezing Morgan's tits. "Let's make her squeal!"
Michael pushed forward the rest of the way and Runeas mirrored him. Between them, Morgan threw her head back, her mouth opening as her body shook. "AHHN~!"
"Uehehe! So lewd!" Runeas giggled, leaning in and attacking Morgan's neck with kisses and licks, sucking at the delicate flesh there.
Michael leaned in and captured Morgan's lips, kissing her as he brought a hand up to stroke her head, combing his fingers through her hair as he gave her a moment to adjust to the intrusions to her body. Morgan kissed back, her arms squeezing around him tightly and her nails digging into his back. After only a few moments, she slowly rolled her hips, her internal muscles squeezing tightly and intentionally around Michael—and likely Runeas as well, given his wife's quiet, "Ah!" at the pressure.
"Ooh, this cheeky brat!" Runeas glared at Morgan, who chuckled into her kiss with Michael. "You think a little squeezing is going to get to me?! We'll see who breaks first!"
Morgan moaned into Michael's mouth as he felt, through her body, Runeas's tail start to move inside the mage—pressingly firmly enough against Mordred's insides that it felt like Runeas was trying to jerk Michael off with her tail at the same time she stroked Morgan. Taking that as his cue, Michael pulled back a bit and settled into an easy back and forth rhythm as he sawed in and out of Morgan, the woman's legs coming up to rub against his own as she began to pant and roll her hips to meet his thrusts.
Taking Morgan's hands in his own, Michael laced their fingers together as the woman's blue eyes stared into his sea green, a happy smile on her face as her breasts bounced in Runeas's hands—his wife teasing Morgan's nipples in ways that made the mage squeeze around him tightly every time Runeas pinched or pulled just right. Listening to her reactions and paying attention to how her body responded, Michael quickly figured out what she liked best and began adjusting his strokes, timing it so that he and Runeas moved together inside Morgan in long, deep strokes that ended with Michael bottoming out and grinding himself right up against the entrance to Morgan's womb, making the mage grow hotter and wetter around him until the room was filled with nothing but the lewd, wet sounds of his cock plumbing the depths of her cunt and their skin coming together.
"I'm, nnf!" Morgan moaned, her body starting to shiver and shake as her rolling hips lost their rhythm for just a moment before she forced herself back into it. "Just a little more!"
Michael picked up the force of his thrusts, feeling his balls starting to grow tight and his cock starting to throb inside the woman. Runeas met his eyes with a wide, lusty grin. "Do it, husband! I want to see you put a baby in her! Give Mordred a little brother or sister!"
"Do it, do it, do it! Knock me up~!" Morgan squealed as she clamped down around him, her head thrashing back and forth and her hair smacking Runeas in the face as she came hard. Michael groaned as he came in response, burying himself to the hilt inside her as Morgan's body milked him of his seed, trying his best to fill her to the brim. Runeas shifted a bit and leaned forward, and Michael found himself locking lips with his wife.
Morgan moaned as she found herself abruptly empty, Runeas pulling her tail out only for it to disappear. "I think you should return the favor~!"
The mage found herself rolled over onto her stomach as Runeas scooted up the bed, her face buried in Runeas's crotch as Michael lifted her ass and hips. His hands ran over Morgan's ass appreciatively as Michael took in Morgan's gaped open pussy and ass. Blushing, the mage began licking and kissing at Runeas's lips and clit as she clenched her lower muscles and closed herself up again—only to mewl in pleasure as Michael thrust into her tight cunt from behind, grabbed her hips, and began fucking her as opposed to the slow, intimate lovemaking of before.
Grabbing Runeas's hips as the devilish woman wrapped her legs around Morgan's head, her thighs squeezing Morgan tightly, Morgan lifted the smaller woman up and delved into the depths of her cunt, exploring as she sampled the devil's taste—sweet strawberries. Using spells, or in Runeas's case a devil's innate magic, to change one's taste and scent was pretty common among mages and most liminal beings—Morgan herself preferred her own light vanilla taste and scent, but that probably came with a few too many years of 'advanced masturbation' in the form of using mirror images to eat herself out.
The thoughts were pushed from her mind as Michael smacked her ass—the slap loud in the room and drawing a yelp from Morgan. Far from being upset however, she ground herself back into him, silently encouraging him to do it again. Michael obliged and smacked the other cheek, alternating between them every few thrusts in a way that drove Morgan wild. Not to be outdone, she put her fingers to work on Runeas, spreading the other woman's cunt open beneath her as she began to finger the devil. Then, with Runeas suitably distracted by her finger work, Morgan's mouth left her pussy and slipped downwards. She whispered a quick spell just to be sure and dove in. Runeas's thighs clenched around her head harder and her hands fisted in Morgan's hair as Morgan chuckled darkly, her lips sucking at Runeas's puckered ass and her tongue rolling over it.
"Ahh haaa~!" Runeas bucked in her arms, her moans sweet music to Morgan's ears as she put her skills, sharpened against herself, to work turning the tables on the devil beneath her.
It was nice to know that the scary, ancient sexual predator that was Runeas was still vulnerable to surprise assaults and reacted like any woman would to unexpected but pleasant stimulus. She was quickly learning the older woman's weaknesses and, before the night was out, Morgan vowed to have the ancient monster begging her for more. …That is, if Michael didn't have her begging first, given the way he was learning Morgan's own weaknesses. Her apprentice was entirely too quick a study!
Not that she minded. No, having a lover who could bring her to orgasm repeatedly, who wasn't one of her mirror images, was turning out to be a blessing, Morgan mused to herself as his fingers began to rub her clit vigorously and his cock hammered into her depths, stretching her out pleasantly and scratching an itch deep within her that she had ignored for far too long, pushing her ever closer to a second orgasm. A peak she hit when he grabbed her pale hair and pulled back on it, using it as a handhold to fuck her harder as he ground the head of his cock into her cervix on the end of every thrust.
Morgan's eyes rolled in her head as she grunted and moaned into Runeas's cunt as she came, forcing herself to move and working over the devil harder, determined to make the redhead come—she wouldn't be the only one to succumb here! Thankfully, it seemed Runeas really liked what she was doing and was closer than she'd thought, as the redhead pretty much wrapped herself around Morgan as she came, a flood of hot fluid leaking from her pussy that Morgan noisily slurped up as Runeas mewled in pleasure.
Runeas and Michael had both had their way with her and now, well and truly aroused and wanting more, nowhere near satisfied, Morgan felt it was her turn. A bit of mana increased her strength and she pried Runeas's thighs out from around her head, a smirk pulling her lips upwards as she saw her ear prints embedded in the redhead's inner thighs. Turning, she dislodged Michael's still hard and eager cock from her pussy and rose to face him.
"Something you want?" he asked with a grin.
"You," Morgan demanded, grabbing his hand and pulling, forcing Michael down onto his back beside his wife—not that he resisted her in any way, seeming perfectly happy to let Morgan have her way with him.
An equal partner. Someone who can take charge, but also give up control. I like it, she decided as she straddled his waist and hilted him within herself with one smooth movement of her hips and a contented sigh from both of them. Runeas has trained him well. Speaking of…
Shifting her attention to the downed redhead, just now beginning to recover, Morgan pointed. "You." Her hand lit with the blue of her mana. "Up."
"Eh?!" Runeas squawked as she was lifted telekinetically and moved over, to settle her astride Michael, in front of Morgan. "What are you gonna do now, I wonder~?" Runeas turned a lewd, expectant look over her shoulder at Morgan, wagging her ass invitingly.
"Give me your tail," Morgan commanded, and Runeas complied, extending her tail out and smacking Morgan's face lightly with it as she giggled. "Pay attention apprentice. It's time for a lesson." So saying, she clenched her internal muscles and rolled her hips down, making sure she had her lover and apprentice's attention.
"Yeah?" Michael grunted, his hands coming up and grabbing Morgan's hips, squeezing in a way that made her eyes cross and her womb ache.
Morgan quickly moaned out the words and parameters of a spell, finishing with the incantation, "Summon Phantom Tentacles."
Around them, blue summoning circles spawned in the air, each one sprouting a tentacle—or in some cases, several. Long and short. Thick and thin. Some perfectly smooth and round, others covered in ridges and bumps, others still with suckers, a few that resembled nothing so much as phantom, prehensile penises. Most that were single tentacles but several that split into multiple, smaller tentacles the size of fingers partway down, and a few that opened onto beds of thin but long, grasping and squirming tendrils.
"Oooh," Runeas giggled. "What are you going to do with those?"
"I've told you before to get thee behind me, devil. I was mistaken. I should have told you to kneel before me," Morgan smirked, running a hand over Runeas's pleasingly round ass. Her other hand glowed with mana and she traced a few runes in the air to control the spell.
Morgan's eyes flashed blue and two tentacles grasped Runeas's arms, pulling them up above her head and trapping her in an almost bow over Michael—with a bit of pulling and redirecting putting Runeas's big tits right in front of Michael's face, in the perfect place for him to take advantage, if he wanted. One of the smaller tentacles moved and, before Runeas could say anything else, one of the phallic-shaped tentacles slapped her in the face with a wet, meaty smack—the 'liquid' actually ectoplasm that would evaporate harmlessly in a few minutes. Getting the idea and giving Michael a wink as he watched her, Runeas opened her mouth, her tongue lolling out as she made a show of it. Morgan pushed the tentacle forward and Runeas leaned into it, sucking it in as she began to bob her head, until the summoning circle stopped at her mouth—leaving her throat bulging and writhing with the tentacle's mass as it pumped in and out of her mouth and throat to the sound of Runeas's continuous choking, 'gluck's.'
"Much better, wouldn't you say, Michael? She can be fun, but there are times I'm sure even you'll agree that Runeas would be better served simply shutting her mouth and looking pretty."
"Sometimes," Michael agreed, to a glare from his wife. He stuck his tongue out at her mischievously, before leaning forward and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth as, at the same time, he pulled with his arms and lifted his hips, grinding himself up against Morgan and drawing a groan from the woman.
"Ahn~. Just, mmf, just a moment, lover. I'm not quite finished with her," Morgan panted.
Another gesture had one of the tendril beds move between Michael and Runeas, settling over Michael's chest and directly under Runeas's stomach. Runeas squealed and began to squirm as they sought out and attacked her vulnerable belly, rolling over it, poking and dipping into her belly button, occasionally sucking and even pinching her skin as they tickled her. Runeas shook her head, starting to thrash and kick her feet as she squealed and Morgan chuckled maliciously.
"Have I found your weakness, devil? Good!" Another gesture had Runeas's feet both locked down and two of the smaller tendril beds directly over her feet, doing the same, while a bit of adjusting and widening of the one at her belly gave it enough reach to get to both her armpits and under her breasts. Runeas panted and drooled around the tentacle in her mouth, her amethyst eyes going wide and pleading as she looked down at Michael.
Her husband took a hand off of Morgan's hip to reach up and pet her face lovingly, causing the redhead to lean into the touch even as she tried, fruitlessly, to get away from the tendrils. "She loves it. Keep doing it."
"Nnn!" Runeas squealed, shaking her head as tears started to gather at the corners of her eyes. And yet, she didn't use her tremendous magical might to escape, which said all that needed to be said about the truth of Michael's assessment.
Finally, Morgan gestured and two more circles spawned over her lower abdomen. She hissed as they seemed to briefly burn themselves into her flesh, conforming to her body instead of floating in the air. Those two each sprouted an identical, phallic-headed tentacle—the length of them covered in knobs, ridges, bumps, and tines. Grabbing hold of Runeas's hips, Morgan directed the tentacles to line up with the redhead's pussy and anus both, before pressing forward. Runeas moaned into her tentacle gag and immediately rocked her hips back, sheathing Morgans tentacles inside her tight holes—the ectoplasm of the one in her ass providing enough lubrication for it to pass easily.
"Ungh," Morgan grunted, collapsing forward and thumping against Runeas's back as the sheer, overwhelming sensation hit her all at once.
"You okay up there?" Michael asked, even as she spasmed and switched around his cock, clearly having a light orgasm from whatever she had done.
"Mm, yeah," the platinum blonde panted as she forced herself up. "Tied all of the tentacles into my senses so I can feel what they do—OO! Ah! Noo~!" She went wide eyed and shuddered as Runeas abruptly squeezed, pushing with her ass while pulling with her cunt, before reversing the motions with each as she began to roll her hips—a lewd, malicious chuckle escaping her gag as she went to work on Morgan. The tail Morgan herself had demanded she bring out slipped back around the platinum blonde and began flicking and rolling over her ass, making her hips jerk.
Morgan slapped Runeas's ass, hard—hard enough to shake the bed. "Stop! I'm supposed to be in control!"
"Uhuhuhuhu~! Slurp~!" Runeas turned back to give the other woman a menacing look. The message was clear—Morgan had fallen into her trap! A trap she had set because Morgan had the sheer audacity to tickle her and exploit one of her secret weaknesses!
"Stooop~!" Morgan mewled. "Please? I, ahn~! I just, nnf, I just want to ride Michael and you both for a little bit, that's all!"
"Hmm…" Runeas's hum was considering as she met Morgan's eyes.
"I'll let you do whatever you want after," Morgan pleaded, pitifully, as Runeas clearly demonstrated that she could turn the tables and take control any time she pleased.
Runeas nodded and relented, slowing the rolling of her hips and the working of her internal muscles, but not stopping. Shuddering and mewling in pleasure and a bit of shame, Morgan began rolling her hips as her hands sought out and found Michael's, lacing their fingers again. She squeezed him tightly as she worked herself up and down his shaft, around in circles, grinding her clit against him on every down stroke as she focused on her internal muscles and squeezed and milked his cock tightly on every up stroke.
"Michael~," Morgan moaned as she felt herself getting closer. The feeling of his thick cock splitting her open—of the tentacles tied into her body experiencing the exquisite torture that was Runeas even if she had toned things down and was holding back, if only because Morgan had literally begged her to—it was all almost too much for her to bear. She knew now that no amount of playing with herself using copies had prepared her for this. "I want to make you come! Just me, just for me!"
"Yeah? You must really want me to knock you up," he grunted, feeling himself getting close.
"I do~!" Morgan admitted, feeling his cock throb inside her. "Fill! Me! Up~!"
The door to the bedroom slammed open, admitting the blonde form of Mordred just as Michael came inside her, his seed, his mana, and that tingly little something extra filling her aching womb that had been empty for so long. Her daughter seeing her in the throes of passion threw her over the edge with the force of a kick and Morgan screamed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Mordred stared, taking in the scene before her. Michael on his back, being ridden by both Runeas and her mother. Summoning circles floating about the room with tentacles holding Runeas in place. Two of those were attached to her mother at the hip and joined her and Runeas, clearly pumping inside the redhead. Her mother locking eyes with her and coming her brains out.
"Mother?" Mordred asked, for just a moment at a complete loss. She hadn't thought her mother was even interested in sex! Let alone Runeas and Michael, if only because the devil kept tempting her and her mother kept vehemently refusing. Then, what she was seeing actually processed.
Her mother. Riding the man she liked (and the sexy older sister she hadn't known she'd needed, but now that she had her, couldn't see herself living without). Her, her… lovers having sex with her mother. And enjoying it, clearly. Anger and jealousy flared up.
"Mother!"
"Aaahhh," Morgan sighed, leaning forward and resting on Runeas's back, even as the redhead continued to squeeze, push, pull, and roll beneath her. "Mordred," she greeted with a tired but satisfied chuckle. "Your timing and etiquette towards guests and knocking leaves much to be desired."
"Forget that! So I didn't knock?! Big fucking deal! You're fucking the guy I like! What the fuck?!" Mordred demanded.
"Is it that we're having sex that bothers you, or that you weren't invited?" Morgan countered, raising an eyebrow and sending her daughter a knowing look.
"Yes!" Mordred growled, before realizing what she'd said. "I mean no! I mean, the first one!"
Runeas made a few mumbled noises and an annoyed face down at Michael, before rolling her eyes towards Mordred. Michael nodded and turned to send Mordred a grin. "Mordred, why don't you join us?"
"I," Mordred looked between Michael, Runeas, and her mother. "I don't," another look back to Michael and his too damn handsome face, then back to her mother, before glaring at the floor. "Not in front of mama!"
"Mordred." Mordred forced herself to look up and meet his eyes, where he was untangling himself from Runeas and her mother. Michael made his way over and closed the door. Taking her hands, he pulled the young blonde into a hug, leaning down and kissing her lips. "Come have fun with us."
"But—!"
He silenced her with a finger on her lips. "You'll be doing it in front of her, but Morgan will also be doing it in front of you. I promise, no one is going to tease you after this. If you really don't want to, if it bothers you that much, you can go. No one will think any less of you. But we want you here. We want to have fun with you and Morgan both. All four of us, together. Okay?"
Mordred stared up into his kind eyes for a moment before looking away. "Okay."
Michael began undressing Mordred, removing her red jacket and dropping it to the floor, followed by her cutoff jeans and tee-shirt. The girl toed her boots and socks off and that was it—the fit, athletic girl was exposed in front of them. Her small nipples stood painfully to attention and she was painfully aware of the trail of drool leaking from her slit to drip on her inner thighs—visible between her thigh gap. Michael kissed her, drawing her mind back to what she was feeling, and lifted her into his arms as he carried her to the bed—where apparently, Morgan and Runeas had decided to entertain themselves.
For just a moment Michael and Mordred stared at what they saw.
Runeas had apparently turned the tables and pulled Morgan into the Amazon position, Morgan's body almost bowed into a C as she bounced on the other woman, their wet sexes smacking together with every bounce as Runeas impaled herself on Morgan's phantom tentacles—a loud moan escaping Morgan's mouth with every smack of their bodies coming together.
"N-no~! Stop, stop! You can't! Not in front of Mordred!" she pleaded as Runeas resumed her insane muscular control, milking the phantom cock tentacles in her cunt and ass with a cumulative level of skill that had, historically, killed lesser men (entirely by accident, only to be resuscitated by Runeas herself) and which she had spent a full month training Michael against just so he wouldn't die if she slipped into old habits.
Reaching up, Runeas bit through the tentacle in her mouth and swallowed it, even as she captured the summoning circle it had come from. The circle turned red, followed by all of those Morgan had summoned. A flex of will had the ones tickling Runeas moving to Morgan, who went wide eyed and began to squeal and howl. "How do you like a taste of your own medicine?! Suffer as I have! Uehehehe~!"
"AAAHHahaha~! Nooo! No, no, no, no, no! Please! No more! I'm sowwy~! I won't do it again!" Morgan wailed pitifully as Runeas assaulted her. "If you keep going, I'll, I'll, NGG!" The platinum blonde wailed as she came, a stream of liquid squirting from her pussy to splatter on the bed. Runeas adjusted the angle of Morgan's hips until the stream splashed into the other woman's face and she began to sob, hiccuping as she cried, spluttering in the spray.
"That's what you get! Dumb mage, who do you think taught your kind magic in the first place?! Take advantage of my weakness will you?! Know your place! Respect your elders!"
"Did… did she just piss herself?" Mordred quietly asked.
"Yep," Michael sighed, rolling his eyes. "Note to self: don't tickle the wife."
"Eh?" Runeas looked up and sent Michael a sheepish look. "Oops! Got a little too into disciplining her. No, husband! Please, feel free to tickle me until I turn red and make a mess of myself just like Morgan here! By all means, I welcome it if it's you!"
"Of course you do," Michael shook his head, sending her an exasperated look. A muttered spell and a gesture had the bed and Morgan both cleaned up. He pushed Mordred onto the bed and followed her up, as the blonde stared at her mother, seeing her in a new light.
Swallowing thickly, Morgan rocked her hips, drawing Runeas's attention. "I didn't say stop."
"Mm… I've got a better idea!" Runeas nodded. Reaching down, she grabbed one of the two tentacle circles on Morgan's crotch and pulled—creating an identical copy, before slapping it against her own mound. She allowed Morgan to fall to the bed, before rolling her over onto her knees. Then, she slipped the tentacle into Morgan as the two from Morgan herself writhed inside Runeas's cunt and ass in response. Giggling, Runeas's tail pushed its way into Morgan's ass again, leaving the two of them joined entirely at the waist. "Ah~. We're, mmf, going to have to experiment with this. I'm thinking… Michael fucks me, I fuck Morgan, Morgan fucks Mordred."
"No way!" Mordred denied, shaking her head.
"Oh don't be a prude now, daughter," Morgan rolled her eyes. "You've seen me at my most humiliated and vulnerable. Surely a brave knight isn't afraid of a little skinship with her mother."
"Uh, nn, rr," confused noises escaped Mordred's lips.
Michael took the decision from her as he directed her with a hand on her hip, putting her in front of her mother and pushing her down onto her hands and knees. Lining himself up, Michael slipped inside her tight little cunt and grabbed a fistful of her hair. Pushing forward with his hips and directing her head, Michael walked Mordred forward. In front of him, Runeas did the same with Morgan.
"Uehehe~! Now kiss~!" Runeas demanded as they pressed mother and daughter together between them.
Mordred resisted for just a moment, before Morgan took her cheeks with both hands and kissed her—hard, long, and thoroughly. Mordred whimpered, her own hands coming up and clinging to her mother as she slowly returned the kiss.
Looking up to meet Michael's eyes, Runeas grinned and held out her hands, wriggling her fingers. Michael took her hands, linking their fingers together as they leaned in and shared a kiss, beginning to move in sync. Runeas pulled away only enough to rest her forehead against Michael's as they slowly ground themselves into the mother/daughter pair.
"I think these two need some bonding time to reconcile their relationship, husband. Let's help them!"
"Let's, wife," he chuckled. "We owe them a lot. It's only right that we help them out where we can."
"Mwehehe~! Oh! You're using those tentacles on me later!"
"Sure, sure. Maybe I'll try them out on master and our knight first."
"Eep!" Morgan eeped, breaking her kiss with her daughter.
"What? Uh, n-no?" Mordred tried.
Michael reached down and petted Mordred's head. "Don't worry. I'll only give you as much as you can handle."
"Eep! Mama! I'm scared!"
"Me too! Hold me!"
"You hold me!"