Chapter 747: Succubus On Succubus
Both of them froze.
Cassius scratched his head in disbelief. Joy felt like her mind was imploding.
She never expected her mother to say something like that. Her face flushed, and she started panicking.
"N-No! Never, Mother!" She sputtered. "Why would I ever say something like that?! Not only is he someone I absolutely want to punch in the face, but I’m also older than him by at least ten years!"
"I’ll never call anyone that derogatory term!"
Maria gently caressed her daughter’s cheek.
"Come on, dear. It’s for the good of the family. Eventually you’ll start calling him Daddy anyway. It’s better to start now, it’ll bring our family so much closer together."
Joy shook her head frantically.
"No! Stop it, Mother! This is too much—even for me. I can accept your love, whatever, fine. But him? I will never call him Daddy!"
Even Cassius shifted uncomfortably, unsure how to feel about the whole thing.
But Maria was determined.
"Please, Joy. Please. For your mother’s sake."
Joy looked away. "No."
Maria sighed dramatically.
"I see. I thought I could make you say it on your own. I thought you’d listen to your mother’s words."
Her voice dropped to a much more sultry tone.
"But since you’re being such a disobedient daughter..." Her eyes gleamed. "I’m going to have to teach you a lesson. Make sure you always listen to your own mother."
Joy shivered, a terrible feeling creeping up her spine.
"What...What do you mean, Mother? What are you going to do?"
Maria let out a lewd chuckle and pointed her finger—a pink ball of energy swirling around the tip—directly at Joy’s heart.
Joy’s eyes shimmered in fright. She tried to scramble away.
Too late.
Maria pressed her finger against her daughter’s chest.
The moment it touched, Joy’s eyes went wide. Pink radiance burst from them. Her lips parted. She stared up at the ceiling, dazed, possessed.
Then she let out a moan—low, deep, needy.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!♡~"
She collapsed onto the ground, twisting and writhing, moaning and whimpering.
One hand clutched her chest.
The other slid down to her crotch, rubbing frantically through her white robes.
"What—what is this?" She gasped, her voice breathless. "Why does my body feel like this? It’s—it’s on fire! I’m burning up!"
"Someone—bring me water—!"
She moaned again, rubbing her breasts, twisting her nipples, grinding her crotch against the floor through her white robes.
It was an undeniably lewd sight, a sister in her holy robes pleasuring herself like that.
Cassius watched in shock and turned to Maria, who observed it all with an amused smile.
"What’s going on, Maria? Why is your daughter acting like this? She looks like—"
"Like a cat in heat?" Maria chuckled. "Don’t worry about it, dear. I’m simply treating our daughter’s disobedience."
"Not only did she speak to you, her father so disrespectfully, but she went against her own mother too. She’s been rebellious her whole life."
Her smile widened.
"But today, everything changes. I’ll make sure to discipline her properly so she never opposes her mother again."
She crouched down and began tapping Joy’s body—her shoulders, her sides, her thighs. Every touch made Joy scream.
"No, Mother, no! Stop! Please, this is too much!"
Tap. Joy moaned.
"Please! I beg you! I’m dying over here!"
Tap. Joy writhed.
"You can’t do this!"
Maria didn’t stop. She infused her power into every touch, flooding Joy with succubus energy.
And in response, Joy thrashed and twisted like a wild animal caught in a trap, banging into furniture, her face twisted in pure euphoria mixed with desperate struggle.
Cassius felt bad for her.
"Maria." He said carefully. "isn’t this a little much? I get what you’re trying to do, but—"
Maria pulled him back and fixed him with a loving gaze.
"You don’t understand, dear. Joy has always been stubborn. If you try to reason with her using gentle methods, nothing will get through. She’ll just keep doing things her own way."
She glanced at her daughter, who had already slipped her hands under her robes and was eagerly touching herself.
"I think she needs this."
Cassius frowned. But before he could say anything, Maria patted his shoulder.
"Just leave this to me. By the time I’m through with her, she’ll be obediently calling you Daddy."
Before Cassius could protest, Maria placed her hand over Joy’s forehead.
"No, Mother, don’t! Please—as your daughter, I’m begging you!"
Maria’s expression softened briefly. "I’m sorry, Joy. This is for your own good."
Pink energy radiated from Maria’s entire body, rising from her feet to her head. It gathered in her hands and transmitted straight into Joy.
"Ohhhh—! Nooooo—! Ahhh—!"
Joy let out a heart-wrenching moan. Her body arched back violently, and she started squirting on the spot.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
Her white robes, normally stained with blood from battle were now soaked with love juices, continuing to leak out as she moaned.
"I’m coming! I’m coming—I’m coming so much! No, no, this shouldn’t be—I’m coming! Ahh!"
She squirted uncontrollably, drenching the entire room.
The sisters who had woken up saw their leader being completely overwhelmed by her own mother.
They were terribly shocked and wanted nothing to do with it. Silently, they pretended to be asleep while peeking at the scene as Joy orgasmed.
This went on until Joy’s body started changing.
Maria’s overwhelming succubus energy was seeping into her, awakening Joy’s own dormant succubus side.
Her white holy robes dissolved like mist, replaced by a tight black leather succubus outfit that hugged every curve.
It showed off her dimpled hips and her swollen, aching pussy, already dripping fluids down her thighs.
Her tail stood straight and rigid from the surging pleasure. Cute little wings fluttered behind her. Her horns curved proudly from her forehead.
Maria watched in delighted surprise.
"Oh my, oh my! I wasn’t expecting this at all! I never thought my virtuous, dutiful daughter would also be a succubus, just like her own mother."
She broke into a smile.
"But I suppose it makes sense. You also visited the Goddess above. She must have given you such a blessing to handle Cassius."
She crouched down toward her daughter, who was still moaning and trembling, looking up with tearful eyes. Maria stroked Joy’s cheeks lovingly.
"But I don’t know why, but I feel as if I’m much stronger than you, Joy."
She touched her own horns, then Joy’s.
"Even though you have the same horns as me..."
She grabbed Joy’s tail, making her whimper.
"And such a cute little tail...I feel as if I’m much stronger in this moment."
What Maria said was true.
The one who gave Joy her succubus powers was the Goddess of Light.
Even though she was a Goddess and had manipulated her own energy to give her daughter such a blessing, it wasn’t nearly as effective as the Goddess of Debauchery—the epitome of sin, lust, and everything dirty.
Joy was essentially a fake succubus.
Maria was a true one, from the bottom up.
Joy couldn’t compare at all, and Maria knew this.
"I should take full advantage of this." She murmured to herself.
She lifted her daughter with her powers and carried her to the bed. The sisters already there wanted nothing to do with this.
They rolled themselves off the mattress, scrambling away like startled crabs, and huddled together in the corner, pretending to be asleep.
Maria crawled onto the bed and made her way toward Joy, who looked up at her mother with desperate, pleading eyes.
"M-Mother, please stop it. I beg you."
Cassius honestly felt sad for her.
But Maria was on a mission.
She caressed Joy’s cheeks gently, almost tenderly.
"Of course you can stop, child. You can stop right now."
A flicker of hope crossed Joy’s face.
Maria smiled. "But you have to call Cassius ’Daddy.’"
Both of them froze.
"As long as you call him Daddy from the bottom of your heart, accepting him as your father, then all of this can stop. We can become one big, happy family."
Joy’s face contorted.
"No!" She cried. "I’ll never call that man father! Or dad! Or daddy! I’ll never treat him as such!"
Maria sighed, shaking her head sadly.
"Then I suppose I have to continue punishing you further, my dear daughter." Her eyes gleamed. "All the way until you call your father ’Daddy.’"
Before Joy could respond, Maria’s tail shot out and wrapped around her daughter’s, the two appendages intertwining like vines seeking purchase.
"Nnnn—!" Joy whimpered immediately, the sensation strange and intimate.
Then it got worse.
Radiant pink energy surged from Maria’s body, flowing through her tail like electricity through connected wires. Joy felt it hit her—a massive wave of pleasure crashing straight into her core.
"No! Nooo, Mother, stop it! Please!"
She screamed, but her body betrayed her. She started squirting uncontrollably, as if Maria had flooded her with too much lustful energy.
The orgasm wouldn’t stop—Maria kept supplying more, kept pouring her power into her daughter’s trembling form.
Joy grabbed the blankets and pillows, moaning and whimpering, her voice cracking.
"Y-You can’t do this to me! Please, I’m begging you! I’m a saint! I have honor and dignity—you can’t—"
She glanced at her sisters, who were sneakily peeking through half-closed eyes. When they saw her looking, they quickly looked away, flustered.
"They’re watching me! Please, Mother! I won’t have any dignity left after this!"
Maria glanced at the sisters, then back at her daughter with a serene smile.
"Well." She said. "Since they’re watching anyway, we might as well put on a proper show."
Their tails still entwined, Maria slowly brought the tips toward Joy’s vagina.
Joy’s eyes went wide as she realized what her mother was doing.
"Mother, please don’t! That’s too lewd! That’s too dirty!"
With a desperate gaze, she added, "You’re too pure for that!"
But Maria just leaned over, kissed her daughter’s forehead, then pulled back.
"Sorry, Joy. After meeting Cassius, your mother has become a dirty little succubus. And you’re going to have to accept that."
Then she thrust her tail into Joy’s pussy.
Pachuk!
"Ohhhh!♡~"
Joy felt both tails slide inside her—moving, squirming, pressing against her inner flesh. She moaned, a miserable, broken sound.
"No, Mother—no—it’s going inside—you can’t do this!"
Maria pushed her daughter’s body down while thrusting the tail in and out slowly, like she was fucking her with it.
"Then are you going to call Cassius your father?" Maria asked seductively. "Are you going to treat him like the one who gave birth to you?"
"No!" Joy gasped, even as her body convulsed. "No! Hell no!"
Maria shook her head pityingly.
"Then I’ll have to continue."
She infused more succubus energy into Joy, making her tremble violently.
"No—this is wrong—this is so wrong—ah!" Joy moaned, squirting again. "You’re my mother! You can’t do this! Please, you can’t be doing this!"
She squirted once more, soaking the sheets beneath her.
Maria just shook her head.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures, Joy."
She infused even more energy. Joy’s body felt like it was being bombarded by tens of thousands of pleasure jolts.
If Maria hadn’t been holding her down, she would have thrashed all over the place—maybe even thrown herself out the window to escape the overwhelming sensation.