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"writing": "Pool Party\n\n\n\n The All-Ring Pool Summit was a spectacle of infernal opulence, held in a sprawling oasis carved into the volcanic heart of the Pride Ring. Massive pools shimmered under a perpetual crimson sky; their waters infused with enchanted minerals that glowed faintly like liquid rubies. Towering obsidian pillars wrapped in living vines framed the venue, and floating lanterns bobbed lazily overhead, casting playful shadows on the gathered nobility. Goetia from every ring mingled here –lounging on plush chaises, sipping exotic elixirs, and engaging in the kind of polished banter that masked sharper ambitions. Stella strode in first, her chin held high, the silver-trimmed swimsuit she’d chosen accentuating her regal poise. Octavia trailed behind, tugging at the straps of her more modest two-piece, her expression a mix of boredom and mild discomfort amid the crowd. Fenir brought up the rear, her fur glistening under the heat, dressed in a simple yet fitted guard uniform adapted for the occasion –shorts and a sleeveless top that allowed freedom of movement. Her ears twitched at every sound, eyes scanning the perimeter out of habit. As they navigated through clusters of chattering guests, a melodic voice cut through the ambient hum.\n —Stella! Darling, is that you?\n Stella turned, her beak curving into a genuine smile –one reserved for those few she deemed worthy.\n Approaching with graceful steps was Camila, a stunning royal bird demon from the Envy Ring. Her feathers shimmered in shades of emerald and her eyes were like sapphires; her lithe form clad in a flowing sarong over a swimsuit that evoked ocean waves. Camila’s eyes, sharp and knowing, lit up as she closed the distance.\n —Camila, my dear! —Stella exclaimed, opening her arms for an embrace. The two royals hugged warmly, their feathers rustling like silk—. It’s been far too long. You look positively radiant –have you been summering in the Lust Ring again?\n Camila pulled back with a laugh, her voice rich and teasing.\n —Guilty as charged. But enough about me; we must catch up properly. Tell me everything –how’s that dreadful husband of yours holding up? And the latest scandals? I've been dying for some real gossip, not the watered-down drivel from the tabloids.\n Stella chuckled, linking arms with her friend as they strolled toward a shaded cabana.\n —Oh, where to begin? Stolas is as boring as ever, but I’ve managed to keep things... entertaining.\n Camila’s gaze shifted to Octavia, who lingered a step behind, fiddling with her phone to avoid eye contact.\n —And look at you, little Via! My stars, you’ve grown into quite the young lady. Last I saw you; you were barely taller than my knee. Now you’re all matured –poised, elegant, with that signature Goetia fire in your eyes. The rings won’t know what hit them when you come into your own.\n Octavia’s cheeks flushed a deep pink beneath her feathers, her usual aloofness cracking under the compliment.\n —Thanks, Aunt Camila. —She mumbled, averting her gaze to the pool’s edge, where other demons chatted about.\n Camila’s attention then drifted to Fenir, who stood vigilant nearby, her muscular frame a stark contrast to the refined nobility around them.\n The royal bird’s brows arched in surprise. Well, now. A hellhound? Stella, you’ve brought the family pet to the summit? That’s... unconventional, even for you.\n Stella waved a dismissive hand, though her tone held a note of amusement.\n Blame Stolas –he wouldn't hear of us leaving without her. Insisted on extra security, as if we couldn’t handle a few rowdy pests ourselves. But I’m not upset about it. Quite the contrary; I’m rather interested to see how she behaves in such... elevated company. Who knows? She might prove fun.\n Fenir’s ears perked at the comment, but she remained stoic, offering only a polite nod.\n —Truly something Stolas would do. —Camila replied—. He thinks someone would be idiotic enough to attack all of the Goetia at once.\n Inside, Fenir felt a mix of wariness and curiosity –this world of glittering excess was far from her usual patrols, but protecting Octavia and Stella was her duty, no matter the setting –then again, with the way things were going, she know protection was just an excuse for her presence.\n Camila tilted her head, appraising Fenir with a sly smile.\n —Intriguing. Well, if she’s half as loyal as she looks, she’ll fit right in. Come, let’s grab some drinks and dive into the real talk. Octavia, dear, join us –you’re old enough for the juicy stories now.\n As the group settled into the cabana, laughter and light conversation flowed, the summit’s festivities unfolding around them like a grand, infernal tapestry. For a moment, the tensions of home faded, replaced by the simple pleasure of camaraderie under the red sun.\n As the group made their way deeper into the heart of the All-Ring Pool Summit, the air grew thicker with the scent of exotic incense and the murmur of lively conversations. Camila led the way with effortless grace, her sarong fluttering like a banner as she navigated through the throngs of Goetia. Stella walked beside her, engaged in animated chatter about old acquaintances and recent infernal politics, while Octavia and Fenir followed closely, the young Goetia’s eyes darting around the opulent surroundings and the hellhound maintaining her vigilant posture.\n The path opened up to the main pool area, a vast expanse of shimmering water ringed by luxurious loungers and shaded pavilions. But as they crested a small rise, the scene that unfolded before them hit like a sudden gust of hellfire. Fenir’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as her heart pounded wildly –nearly enough to make her stagger. Octavia’s face flushed a deep crimson, her feathers puffing up in shock as she quickly averted her gaze, only to sneak peeks despite herself.\n There, amid the pools and under the crimson sky, were dozens of Goetia nobles –every single one– mingling casually without a stitch of clothing. They chatted animatedly, laughed over drinks, and lounged by the water’s edge as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Feathers of every hue gleamed in the light, fur, skin and scales, and the air buzzed with unselfconscious ease.\n Stella froze mid-step, her elegant poise cracking for a rare moment.\n —Camila, what in the nine rings is the meaning of this? —She demanded, her voice a sharp whisper laced with disbelief—.\n Camila turned with a mischievous grin.\n —Oh, darling, Did they don’t tell you? This was Asmodeus’s brilliant idea. Everyone went along with it surprisingly quickly. It’s all in good fun, really. Loosens up the conversations like nothing else.\n With that, Camila casually untied her sarong and slipped out of her swimsuit. \n Her body was glorious, the reflection of the sun on her green feathers, the lighting played around her curves. Her ass as well as her breasts were a sight to behold as they succumbed themselves to gravity.\n Big and round; much like Stella’s.\n —If you want to catch up properly, Stella, I'll be over there with the others. Join us when you're ready –no rush.\n Camila gave a wink and sauntered off toward a cluster of chatting nobles.\n Fenir stood rooted in place, her ears pinned back and her gaze darting everywhere despite her best efforts to focus on the ground. The array of elegant, unadorned forms around her was overwhelming, pulling her attention in ways she couldn’t fully control. She shifted uncomfortably, clenching her jaw to maintain composure. Octavia noticed immediately, a flicker of jealousy crossing her flushed features –she shot Fenir a sidelong glance, her own eyes struggling not to wander as well, caught between embarrassment and the sheer novelty of it all.\n Stella had no issues taking part, but Octavia and Fenir seemed to hold back.\n Leaving the two alone, Octavia and Fenir try to relax, finding a place to sit down that would be far enough to be ignored.\n Octavia then leaned against Fenir, trying to relax, still filled with some anxiety derived from what had happened –however, Fenir remained alert, watching at anyone who dared glance at them.\n In the meantime, Stella and Camila eventually found their way into the usual gossip train and rambled about sex, love, amongst other things.\n Stella –trying to impress Camila– eventually let her know, she had found a way to effectively replace Stolas and properly get her fill whenever she needed.\n Camila immediately had to know what she meant, and Stella quickly came up with an idea:\n Interrupting both Octavia and Fenir; who seemed clearly heated and in their way to somewhere more private, asks Fenir to come with her as she needed some assistance.\n Octavia knew what this was about just from her evil grin alone.\n —Yeah, sure. Mom you are not fooling anyone.\n —Need I remind you that Fenir is sill property of the Goetia?\n —She’s not property! She’s my–\n —It’s fine.. —Fenir interrupted—. Don’t worry Via, just wait for me there. I’ll go as soon as I can.\n —Good dog. —Stella’s grin grew larger—.\n But unsuspected to Octavia, while Stella left with Fenir, Camila cornered Octavia –trapping her with no escape in the same room she was supposed to meet Fenir at.\n \n ***\n \n —Aunt Camila, w-what are you doing here?\n Camila didn’t hesitate to use her body to intimidate Octavia to the bed.\n —Oh, Via don’t worry too much about it. You’re a woman now, aren’t you?\n As if she had every permission given to her, Camila pushed her body against the owl’s –pressing her breasts against Octavia’s as she mischievously let her bikini loose. One hand gently goes down to the girl’s crotch to make quick work of the rest.\n —Aunt! Wait!\n Not even worthy of a response, Camila began to finger Octavia’s pussy gently with the clear intention of making her moan.\n A sweet and whispered moan that echoed against the four walls, roof and floor.\n —That’s a much better sound.. —Camila mocked her, closing in on a kiss—.\n Meanwhile, unknown to the princess, Stella had Fenir watch through a small fake mirror, a one-way window for the voyeur.\n Next, Camila let in a second finger, then a third and so on.\n Octavia could not take them all, but having her pussy spread by them was enough to have her shake in extasy. Trembling as her aunt made quick work of her.\n Octavia felt like she did it with Stella: The same guilt and the same erotic pleasure that derived from being used.\n Her body being mistreated as one of a whore who is there for nothing but the pleasure of their current partner.\n Camila’s fingers continued to pump in and out of Octavia’s tight, wet pussy with increasing speed and force. The owl girl writhes beneath her aunt, moaning wantonly as the pleasure builds within her.\n —Mmmm, you're so tight and wet for me already. —Camila purrs seductively—. Your mother was right. You are an easy bitch.\n She curls her fingers just right to stroke that sensitive spot inside Octavia, making the young girl buck her hips up desperately.\n —That’s it baby girl, take your auntie’s fingers like a good little slut. —Camila coos cruelly—. I’m going to fuck this needy cunt until you scream my name.\n Octavia can only whimper in response as she loses herself to the intense sensations overwhelming her body. Her nipples are painfully hard points against Camila’s soft breasts pressed to them.\n As this happens, the voyeuristic Stella watches from behind the mirror with bated breath, Fenir in front as she is forced to have Stella stroke her cock and witness Octavia’s humiliation. Stella licks her lips hungrily the moment she feels Fenir leaking precum all over her palm.\n On the other side, the scene continues as Camila’s fingers plunge into Octavia’s sopping wet pussy relentlessly, the obscene squelching sounds filling the room. The owl girl’s juices coat Camila’s hand as she finger-fucks her niece mercilessly.\n —That’s it, moan your heart out.. —Camila growls, biting down on Octavia’s neck hard enough to leave a beak mark—. I’m going to ruin this tight cunt for anyone else.\n Octavia can only whimper incoherently as Camila uses her body for her own pleasure. Her hips buck up desperately, seeking more friction against her aching clit.\n —Please... please Auntie... —Octavia begs mindlessly, not even sure what she’s begging for anymore—.\n —I want to see you squirt on your auntie’s fingers like a dirty little slut. —Camila commands, her voice low and rough with lust—. I want to feel this greedy cunt squeeze the fuck out as you scream my name.\n Camila’s fingers piston in and out of Octavia’s pussy at a blinding speed now, her palm grinding against the owl girl’s clit with each thrust. The wet sounds are absolutely obscene.\n Octavia can only moan weakly as tremors of her intense orgasm attack her body. Camila withdraws her soaked fingers with a wet pop and brings them to her mouth, licking Octavia’s juices off with a satisfied hum.\n —Seems to me you are more than ready now. Wonder if your little pet will be too..\n Camila now turns to where the fake mirror is with a predatory gleam in her eye.\n —Come here girl. —Camila commands imperiously—. I want you to clean up this mess your mistress made.\n The hellhound hesitates for only a moment before being forced by stella to crawl over obediently –both entering the room through a door that pretended to be the wardrobe.\n Fenir’s eyes fixed on Camila’s-soaked fingers. She is forced to lap at them, moaning at the flavour of Octavia’s vaginal juices mixed with her aunt’s saliva.\n —That’s right, get it all nice and clean. —Camila praises her condescendingly as she services her hand—. Such an obedient little pet you are.\n Octavia watches the debauched scene unfold before her with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. She’s still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm and can barely process what’s happening.\n —Now then. —Camila says once Fenir has licked her fingers spotless—. Let’s see how well-trained this pet of yours really is.\n She grabs Fenir by her neck and drags her over to where Octavia lies sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. The hellhound whines nervously as Camila shoves her down between Octavia’s thighs.\n —I want you to eat your mistress out until she squirts all over your face like a good little bitch. —Camila orders cruelly—. Don’t stop until I tell you to.\n The voyeuristic Stella watches from behind with rapt attention, rubbing herself furiously as she takes in every sordid detail. This is even better than she could have hoped for.\n Fenir hesitates only briefly before burying her face in Octavia’s dripping slit, lapping at her swollen folds eagerly. The owl girl cries out in surprise and pleasure, her hips bucking up against her mouth instinctively.\n —That’s it, just like that. —Camila encourages her with a wicked grin—. Make my niece scream for you.\n Fenir redoubles her efforts, swirling her tongue around Octavia’s clit as she fucks her with it. The wet slurping sounds fill the room obscenely as she devours her pussy like a starving soul at a feast.\n Octavia can only moan and writhe beneath her, completely lost to the sensation of Fenir’s talented tongue working over her sensitive flesh. Her fingers tangle in her fur as she grinds herself shamelessly against her face.\n Stella then signals Camila to look under Fenir. Her excited erection pushing against the bed as it leaked precum all over the floor.\n Camila licks her beak as the canine’s cock becomes her next target.\n —Well, well, looks like someone is enjoying themselves. —Camila purrs, circling around to kneel beside Fenir—. Don’t worry pet, Auntie will take good care of this big cock for you.\n She reaches out and wraps her fingers around Fenir’s shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip. The girl whines into Octavia’s pussy at the sensation, her hips bucking involuntary.\n —That’s right mutt. —Camila coos cruelly as she pumps her cock faster. Get nice and hard for your auntie.\n Stella watches with bated breath –joining in by sitting on Octavia’s face, pushing her pussy against her daughter’s beak like a dildo.\n Camila smirks knowingly and leans down, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum leaking from Fenir’s tip. The hellhound shudders and moans around Octavia’s clit at the new sensation as Camilla sucks her off.\n —That’s it, keep licking that sweet cunt. —Camila commands her as she takes her cock into her mouth—. Don’t you dare stop until I say so.\n She bobs her head up and down her shaft, taking her deeper each time until she hits the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, one hand coming up to fondle her heavy balls.\n The obscene slurping sounds fill the room along with Octavia’s high-pitched moans as Fenir continues to eat her out enthusiastically despite Camila’s ministrations on her cock. Stella bites her lip as she grinds her daughter’s mouth.\n —C’mon, cum already you fucking dog. —Camila growls around Fenir’s dick before pulling off with a wet pop—. Let me have a taste.\n She dives back down, sucking her hard and fast as she pumps the knot’s root with her hand. 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The All-Ring Pool Summit was a spectacle of infernal opulence, held in a sprawling oasis carved into the volcanic heart of the Pride Ring. Massive pools shimmered under a perpetual crimson sky; their waters infused with enchanted minerals that glowed faintly like liquid rubies. Towering obsidian pillars wrapped in living vines framed the venue, and floating lanterns bobbed lazily overhead, casting playful shadows on the gathered nobility. Goetia from every ring mingled here –lounging on plush chaises, sipping exotic elixirs, and engaging in the kind of polished banter that masked sharper ambitions. Stella strode in first, her chin held high, the silver-trimmed swimsuit she’d chosen accentuating her regal poise. Octavia trailed behind, tugging at the straps of her more modest two-piece, her expression a mix of boredom and mild discomfort amid the crowd. Fenir brought up the rear, her fur glistening under the heat, dressed in a simple yet fitted guard uniform adapted for the occasion –shorts and a sleeveless top that allowed freedom of movement. Her ears twitched at every sound, eyes scanning the perimeter out of habit. As they navigated through clusters of chattering guests, a melodic voice cut through the ambient hum.
—Stella! Darling, is that you?
Stella turned, her beak curving into a genuine smile –one reserved for those few she deemed worthy.
Approaching with graceful steps was Camila, a stunning royal bird demon from the Envy Ring. Her feathers shimmered in shades of emerald and her eyes were like sapphires; her lithe form clad in a flowing sarong over a swimsuit that evoked ocean waves. Camila’s eyes, sharp and knowing, lit up as she closed the distance.
—Camila, my dear! —Stella exclaimed, opening her arms for an embrace. The two royals hugged warmly, their feathers rustling like silk—. It’s been far too long. You look positively radiant –have you been summering in the Lust Ring again?
Camila pulled back with a laugh, her voice rich and teasing.
—Guilty as charged. But enough about me; we must catch up properly. Tell me everything –how’s that dreadful husband of yours holding up? And the latest scandals? I've been dying for some real gossip, not the watered-down drivel from the tabloids.
Stella chuckled, linking arms with her friend as they strolled toward a shaded cabana.
—Oh, where to begin? Stolas is as boring as ever, but I’ve managed to keep things... entertaining.
Camila’s gaze shifted to Octavia, who lingered a step behind, fiddling with her phone to avoid eye contact.
—And look at you, little Via! My stars, you’ve grown into quite the young lady. Last I saw you; you were barely taller than my knee. Now you’re all matured –poised, elegant, with that signature Goetia fire in your eyes. The rings won’t know what hit them when you come into your own.
Octavia’s cheeks flushed a deep pink beneath her feathers, her usual aloofness cracking under the compliment.
—Thanks, Aunt Camila. —She mumbled, averting her gaze to the pool’s edge, where other demons chatted about.
Camila’s attention then drifted to Fenir, who stood vigilant nearby, her muscular frame a stark contrast to the refined nobility around them.
The royal bird’s brows arched in surprise. Well, now. A hellhound? Stella, you’ve brought the family pet to the summit? That’s... unconventional, even for you.
Stella waved a dismissive hand, though her tone held a note of amusement.
Blame Stolas –he wouldn't hear of us leaving without her. Insisted on extra security, as if we couldn’t handle a few rowdy pests ourselves. But I’m not upset about it. Quite the contrary; I’m rather interested to see how she behaves in such... elevated company. Who knows? She might prove fun.
Fenir’s ears perked at the comment, but she remained stoic, offering only a polite nod.
—Truly something Stolas would do. —Camila replied—. He thinks someone would be idiotic enough to attack all of the Goetia at once.
Inside, Fenir felt a mix of wariness and curiosity –this world of glittering excess was far from her usual patrols, but protecting Octavia and Stella was her duty, no matter the setting –then again, with the way things were going, she know protection was just an excuse for her presence.
Camila tilted her head, appraising Fenir with a sly smile.
—Intriguing. Well, if she’s half as loyal as she looks, she’ll fit right in. Come, let’s grab some drinks and dive into the real talk. Octavia, dear, join us –you’re old enough for the juicy stories now.
As the group settled into the cabana, laughter and light conversation flowed, the summit’s festivities unfolding around them like a grand, infernal tapestry. For a moment, the tensions of home faded, replaced by the simple pleasure of camaraderie under the red sun.
As the group made their way deeper into the heart of the All-Ring Pool Summit, the air grew thicker with the scent of exotic incense and the murmur of lively conversations. Camila led the way with effortless grace, her sarong fluttering like a banner as she navigated through the throngs of Goetia. Stella walked beside her, engaged in animated chatter about old acquaintances and recent infernal politics, while Octavia and Fenir followed closely, the young Goetia’s eyes darting around the opulent surroundings and the hellhound maintaining her vigilant posture.
The path opened up to the main pool area, a vast expanse of shimmering water ringed by luxurious loungers and shaded pavilions. But as they crested a small rise, the scene that unfolded before them hit like a sudden gust of hellfire. Fenir’s eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as her heart pounded wildly –nearly enough to make her stagger. Octavia’s face flushed a deep crimson, her feathers puffing up in shock as she quickly averted her gaze, only to sneak peeks despite herself.
There, amid the pools and under the crimson sky, were dozens of Goetia nobles –every single one– mingling casually without a stitch of clothing. They chatted animatedly, laughed over drinks, and lounged by the water’s edge as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world. Feathers of every hue gleamed in the light, fur, skin and scales, and the air buzzed with unselfconscious ease.
Stella froze mid-step, her elegant poise cracking for a rare moment.
—Camila, what in the nine rings is the meaning of this? —She demanded, her voice a sharp whisper laced with disbelief—.
Camila turned with a mischievous grin.
—Oh, darling, Did they don’t tell you? This was Asmodeus’s brilliant idea. Everyone went along with it surprisingly quickly. It’s all in good fun, really. Loosens up the conversations like nothing else.
With that, Camila casually untied her sarong and slipped out of her swimsuit.
Her body was glorious, the reflection of the sun on her green feathers, the lighting played around her curves. Her ass as well as her breasts were a sight to behold as they succumbed themselves to gravity.
Big and round; much like Stella’s.
—If you want to catch up properly, Stella, I'll be over there with the others. Join us when you're ready –no rush.
Camila gave a wink and sauntered off toward a cluster of chatting nobles.
Fenir stood rooted in place, her ears pinned back and her gaze darting everywhere despite her best efforts to focus on the ground. The array of elegant, unadorned forms around her was overwhelming, pulling her attention in ways she couldn’t fully control. She shifted uncomfortably, clenching her jaw to maintain composure. Octavia noticed immediately, a flicker of jealousy crossing her flushed features –she shot Fenir a sidelong glance, her own eyes struggling not to wander as well, caught between embarrassment and the sheer novelty of it all.
Stella had no issues taking part, but Octavia and Fenir seemed to hold back.
Leaving the two alone, Octavia and Fenir try to relax, finding a place to sit down that would be far enough to be ignored.
Octavia then leaned against Fenir, trying to relax, still filled with some anxiety derived from what had happened –however, Fenir remained alert, watching at anyone who dared glance at them.
In the meantime, Stella and Camila eventually found their way into the usual gossip train and rambled about sex, love, amongst other things.
Stella –trying to impress Camila– eventually let her know, she had found a way to effectively replace Stolas and properly get her fill whenever she needed.
Camila immediately had to know what she meant, and Stella quickly came up with an idea:
Interrupting both Octavia and Fenir; who seemed clearly heated and in their way to somewhere more private, asks Fenir to come with her as she needed some assistance.
Octavia knew what this was about just from her evil grin alone.
—Yeah, sure. Mom you are not fooling anyone.
—Need I remind you that Fenir is sill property of the Goetia?
—She’s not property! She’s my–
—It’s fine.. —Fenir interrupted—. Don’t worry Via, just wait for me there. I’ll go as soon as I can.
—Good dog. —Stella’s grin grew larger—.
But unsuspected to Octavia, while Stella left with Fenir, Camila cornered Octavia –trapping her with no escape in the same room she was supposed to meet Fenir at.
***
—Aunt Camila, w-what are you doing here?
Camila didn’t hesitate to use her body to intimidate Octavia to the bed.
—Oh, Via don’t worry too much about it. You’re a woman now, aren’t you?
As if she had every permission given to her, Camila pushed her body against the owl’s –pressing her breasts against Octavia’s as she mischievously let her bikini loose. One hand gently goes down to the girl’s crotch to make quick work of the rest.
—Aunt! Wait!
Not even worthy of a response, Camila began to finger Octavia’s pussy gently with the clear intention of making her moan.
A sweet and whispered moan that echoed against the four walls, roof and floor.
—That’s a much better sound.. —Camila mocked her, closing in on a kiss—.
Meanwhile, unknown to the princess, Stella had Fenir watch through a small fake mirror, a one-way window for the voyeur.
Next, Camila let in a second finger, then a third and so on.
Octavia could not take them all, but having her pussy spread by them was enough to have her shake in extasy. Trembling as her aunt made quick work of her.
Octavia felt like she did it with Stella: The same guilt and the same erotic pleasure that derived from being used.
Her body being mistreated as one of a whore who is there for nothing but the pleasure of their current partner.
Camila’s fingers continued to pump in and out of Octavia’s tight, wet pussy with increasing speed and force. The owl girl writhes beneath her aunt, moaning wantonly as the pleasure builds within her.
—Mmmm, you're so tight and wet for me already. —Camila purrs seductively—. Your mother was right. You are an easy bitch.
She curls her fingers just right to stroke that sensitive spot inside Octavia, making the young girl buck her hips up desperately.
—That’s it baby girl, take your auntie’s fingers like a good little slut. —Camila coos cruelly—. I’m going to fuck this needy cunt until you scream my name.
Octavia can only whimper in response as she loses herself to the intense sensations overwhelming her body. Her nipples are painfully hard points against Camila’s soft breasts pressed to them.
As this happens, the voyeuristic Stella watches from behind the mirror with bated breath, Fenir in front as she is forced to have Stella stroke her cock and witness Octavia’s humiliation. Stella licks her lips hungrily the moment she feels Fenir leaking precum all over her palm.
On the other side, the scene continues as Camila’s fingers plunge into Octavia’s sopping wet pussy relentlessly, the obscene squelching sounds filling the room. The owl girl’s juices coat Camila’s hand as she finger-fucks her niece mercilessly.
—That’s it, moan your heart out.. —Camila growls, biting down on Octavia’s neck hard enough to leave a beak mark—. I’m going to ruin this tight cunt for anyone else.
Octavia can only whimper incoherently as Camila uses her body for her own pleasure. Her hips buck up desperately, seeking more friction against her aching clit.
—Please... please Auntie... —Octavia begs mindlessly, not even sure what she’s begging for anymore—.
—I want to see you squirt on your auntie’s fingers like a dirty little slut. —Camila commands, her voice low and rough with lust—. I want to feel this greedy cunt squeeze the fuck out as you scream my name.
Camila’s fingers piston in and out of Octavia’s pussy at a blinding speed now, her palm grinding against the owl girl’s clit with each thrust. The wet sounds are absolutely obscene.
Octavia can only moan weakly as tremors of her intense orgasm attack her body. Camila withdraws her soaked fingers with a wet pop and brings them to her mouth, licking Octavia’s juices off with a satisfied hum.
—Seems to me you are more than ready now. Wonder if your little pet will be too..
Camila now turns to where the fake mirror is with a predatory gleam in her eye.
—Come here girl. —Camila commands imperiously—. I want you to clean up this mess your mistress made.
The hellhound hesitates for only a moment before being forced by stella to crawl over obediently –both entering the room through a door that pretended to be the wardrobe.
Fenir’s eyes fixed on Camila’s-soaked fingers. She is forced to lap at them, moaning at the flavour of Octavia’s vaginal juices mixed with her aunt’s saliva.
—That’s right, get it all nice and clean. —Camila praises her condescendingly as she services her hand—. Such an obedient little pet you are.
Octavia watches the debauched scene unfold before her with hazy, lust-drunk eyes. She’s still reeling from the intensity of her orgasm and can barely process what’s happening.
—Now then. —Camila says once Fenir has licked her fingers spotless—. Let’s see how well-trained this pet of yours really is.
She grabs Fenir by her neck and drags her over to where Octavia lies sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. The hellhound whines nervously as Camila shoves her down between Octavia’s thighs.
—I want you to eat your mistress out until she squirts all over your face like a good little bitch. —Camila orders cruelly—. Don’t stop until I tell you to.
The voyeuristic Stella watches from behind with rapt attention, rubbing herself furiously as she takes in every sordid detail. This is even better than she could have hoped for.
Fenir hesitates only briefly before burying her face in Octavia’s dripping slit, lapping at her swollen folds eagerly. The owl girl cries out in surprise and pleasure, her hips bucking up against her mouth instinctively.
—That’s it, just like that. —Camila encourages her with a wicked grin—. Make my niece scream for you.
Fenir redoubles her efforts, swirling her tongue around Octavia’s clit as she fucks her with it. The wet slurping sounds fill the room obscenely as she devours her pussy like a starving soul at a feast.
Octavia can only moan and writhe beneath her, completely lost to the sensation of Fenir’s talented tongue working over her sensitive flesh. Her fingers tangle in her fur as she grinds herself shamelessly against her face.
Stella then signals Camila to look under Fenir. Her excited erection pushing against the bed as it leaked precum all over the floor.
Camila licks her beak as the canine’s cock becomes her next target.
—Well, well, looks like someone is enjoying themselves. —Camila purrs, circling around to kneel beside Fenir—. Don’t worry pet, Auntie will take good care of this big cock for you.
She reaches out and wraps her fingers around Fenir’s shaft, stroking it slowly from base to tip. The girl whines into Octavia’s pussy at the sensation, her hips bucking involuntary.
—That’s right mutt. —Camila coos cruelly as she pumps her cock faster. Get nice and hard for your auntie.
Stella watches with bated breath –joining in by sitting on Octavia’s face, pushing her pussy against her daughter’s beak like a dildo.
Camila smirks knowingly and leans down, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of precum leaking from Fenir’s tip. The hellhound shudders and moans around Octavia’s clit at the new sensation as Camilla sucks her off.
—That’s it, keep licking that sweet cunt. —Camila commands her as she takes her cock into her mouth—. Don’t you dare stop until I say so.
She bobs her head up and down her shaft, taking her deeper each time until she hits the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, one hand coming up to fondle her heavy balls.
The obscene slurping sounds fill the room along with Octavia’s high-pitched moans as Fenir continues to eat her out enthusiastically despite Camila’s ministrations on her cock. Stella bites her lip as she grinds her daughter’s mouth.
—C’mon, cum already you fucking dog. —Camila growls around Fenir’s dick before pulling off with a wet pop—. Let me have a taste.
She dives back down, sucking her hard and fast as she pumps the knot’s root with her hand. Fenir’s whines grow higher pitched and more desperate as he feels her climax approaching.
That’s it, cum for me. —Camila commands, forcing Fenir’s knot inside her beak like it was nothing.
The hellhound throws her head back with a howl as she erupts, thick ropes of cum shooting out into Camila’s throat while simultaneously Octavia squirts –painting Fenir’s face with her fluids while getting hers soaked on Stella’s orgasm.
—Fuck yes! —Stella cries out loudly, frigging herself with Octavia’s face furiously until she too reaches her peak—.
The room is filled with the sounds of their mutual climaxes -moans, gasps, howls and squelches all blending together into a symphony of debauchery.
Camila licks Fenir clean before releasing her with a satisfied smirk.
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