Heat – part 2



       The morning after their sunroom escapade dawned with a deceptive calm over the Goetia manor. Octavia awoke sore and humiliated, her body a map of bruises and dried fluids from Stella and Camila’s relentless use. She rummaged through her drawers, heart sinking as she realized every pair of underwear was gone –stolen, no doubt, by her mother’s twisted hand. Flushing with embarrassment, she pulled on a loose skirt and blouse, the fabric brushing against her bare, sensitive folds with every step. No panties meant constant awareness of her vulnerability, her pussy already tingling from the friction.
       Determined to avoid a repeat, Octavia sought refuge with Stolas. She found him in the greenhouse, tending his carnivorous plants with meticulous care.
       —Dad? Can I help? Maybe water the vines or something?
       Stolas beamed, oblivious to her desperation.
       —Of course, my star! Hand me that fertilizer –careful, it’s potent.
       As they worked side by side, Octavia stayed glued to him, her eyes darting to the doorways. But Stella and Camila lurked like predators, their feathers still ruffled from yesterday’s high. The thrill of nearly getting caught had ignited something feral in them –the rush of Stolas’ footsteps, his constant presence, the risk of exposure. It sent electric shivers down their spines, making their pussies ache with renewed hunger. They whispered in the shadows, plotting.
       —Look at her, clinging to Daddy. —Stella sneered, her violet robe barely concealing her erect nipples—. Thinks she’s safe. But that skirt… no panties underneath. Perfect for us.
       Camila licked her beak, emerald eyes gleaming.
       —The danger yesterday –fuck, it made me cum harder. Let’s do it again. Out here, where he could turn any second.
       They waited for their moment. Stolas hummed, absorbed in pruning a snapping bloom.
       —Via, dear, could you fetch the enchanted shears from the tool shed? They’re on the high shelf.
       Octavia froze, panic flashing in her eyes.
       —Dad, maybe I can–
       —Quickly now, before this one wilt! —He waved her off, not looking up—.
       Reluctantly, she slipped out, heart pounding. The shed was just across the garden path, but it felt like miles. As she entered the dim space, the door creaked shut behind her. Strong arms pinned her against the wall –Camila’s, her sarong hiked up, exposing her dripping slit.
       —W–when did you? —Octavia whimpered, but Camila’s beak crashed against hers, tongue invading deep, tasting of yesterday’s lust—.
       Stella appeared from the shadows, locking the door with a flick of her talon.
       —Shh, darling. Daddy’s right outside. Scream, and he might hear… or join.
       Octavia’s skirt was flipped up, revealing her bare pussy, already glistening from the morning’s tease. Stella’s claws traced her folds, parting them to expose her swollen clit.
       —No panties? Is this how you act near your father now?
       Octavia knew the truth, but Stella’s teasing hit her like a punch in the gut. Her dad being the only one who was still nice to her.
       Camila knelt, her hot breath ghosting over Octavia’s mound.
       —Spread your legs, niece. Auntie’s hungry.
       She dove in, tongue lapping greedily at Octavia’s slick entrance, delving inside to curl against her walls. Octavia bit her beak to stifle a moan, talons scraping the wood as Camila sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting.
       Stella pressed behind her, grinding her own wet pussy against Octavia’s ass cheek.
       —Feel that? Mommy’s so wet from watching you squirm. —She reached around, pinching Octavia’s nipples through her blouse, twisting until they peaked into hard points—. Cum for us, Via. Flood Auntie’s mouth –quietly, or Daddy comes running.
       The risk heightened everything. Octavia’s pussy clenched, squirting a hot jet into Camila’s eager beak.
       —F-fuck…! —She whispered hoarsely, body shuddering—.
       Camila drank it down, slurping noisily.
       —Good girl. Now my turn. —She stood, shoving Octavia to her knees—. Eat me—tongue deep, like the slut you are.
       Octavia obeyed, burying her face in Camila’s emerald folds, tongue thrusting into her tight heat. The musky taste filled her mouth as she sucked Camila’s clit, feeling it throb against her lips. Stella watched, fingering herself with wet squelches, then joined by tribbing against Octavia’s back, her juices smearing across her feathers.
       Stolas’ voice echoed outside.
       —Via? Where are those shears?
       Panic surged. Octavia froze, but Camila gripped her head, forcing her deeper.
       —If you want him away, keep licking –make me cum quick!
       Camila ground down, hips bucking as she climaxed, squirting over Octavia’s beak and chin.
       —Yes! Drink it, you filthy niece!
       Stolas hummed contentedly outside, none the wiser.
       They weren’t done. Stella hauled Octavia up, bending her over a workbench.
       —Your turn, darling. —She spread Octavia’s ass, spitting on her puckered hole before shoving two fingers inside, scissoring roughly. Camila grabbed a long garden tool –a thin, smooth rake handle– and coated it in Octavia’s slick before pressing it against her pussy.
       —Take it. —Camila growled, thrusting the handle deep—.
       Octavia gasped, the intrusion stretching her walls deliciously as it bottomed out. They fucked her in tandem –Stella’s fingers in her ass, the handle pistoning her cunt –while Octavia bit her arm to muffle cries.
       Another orgasm ripped through her, pussy spasming around the tool, squirting down her thighs. Stella came too, grinding on her own fingers, then pulled out to make Octavia lick them clean.
       —Via? Everything alright? —Stolas called again—.
       —Coming, Dad! —Octavia choked out, voice trembling—.
       They released her, smirking as she grabbed the shears and stumbled out, skirt askew, fluids dripping down her legs. Stolas frowned.
       —You look flushed, star. Did you fall?
       —J-just reached too high. —She muttered, avoiding his eyes—.
       The day dragged on with more dares. In the library, while Stolas researched stars, Octavia helped sort books. Stella and Camila hid behind shelves, using levitation magic from afar. A long quill floated under Octavia’s skirt, teasing her bare clit before dipping into her folds.
       Octavia stiffened, biting her beak as the quill thrust gently, twirling inside her.
       —Dad… can I sit?
       —Of course –here, this tome needs indexing. —He turned away—.
       The quill fucked her deeper, Camila’s magic guiding it to curl against her g-spot. Octavia’s hips twitched, pussy clenching as she squirted subtly onto the chair. Stella levitated a feather duster next, inserting its handle into Octavia’s ass from behind, double-penetrating her invisibly.
       Stolas glanced over.
       —Via? You’re fidgeting.
       —B-bad chair… —She whimpered, orgasming again, fluids pooling under her.
       He shrugged.
       —We’ll get a new one.
       In the garden proper, Octavia watered plants near Stolas. Stella and Camila lounged on a bench, feigning conversation. A vine, enchanted by Stella’s levitation, snaked up Octavia’s leg, coiling around her thigh before probing her entrance.
       —No… —Octavia whispered, but it thrust in, thick and ridged, fucking her slowly—.
       Camila added magic, making it vibrate against her clit.
       Stolas pruned nearby.
       —Beautiful day, isn’t it?
       —Y-yes, Dad! —Octavia gasped, knees buckling as she came, squirting onto the soil—.
       He noticed the wet ground.
       —Overwatering? Careful, star.
       Camila approached casually.
       —Stolas, mind if I borrow Via for a chat?
       He waved.
       —Go ahead!
       In a secluded alcove –still visible if Stolas turned– Camila pinned Octavia, tribbing their pussies together out in the open. Slick folds slapped wetly, clits grinding.
       —Cum for Auntie –loud enough he might hear.
       Stella joined, fingering Octavia’s ass while kissing Camila. Octavia shattered, squirting between them.
       —Everything fine over there? —Stolas called—.
       —Just girl talk! —Stella yelled, smirking—.
       The pinnacle came in the dining hall during lunch. Stolas at the head, Octavia beside him. Stella and Camila opposite, under the table their talons worked magic –levitating silverware. A fork handle teased Octavia’s pussy, thrusting deep; a spoon handle invaded her ass.
       She gripped the table, moaning disguised as a cough.
       —Dad… pass the salt?
       As he reached, the handles fucked her harder, making her squirt under the tablecloth.
       Stolas frowned at the spill.
       —Clumsy today, Via?
       —S-sorry…
       By evening, Octavia was a wreck –holes gaping, body marked, feathers matted. Stella and Camila retreated, sated by the thrills.
       —Until tomorrow, darling. —Stella purred—.
       Octavia collapsed in bed, praying for Fenir’s return, the risk’s shiver now her nightmare.
       
       ***
       
       The next dawn broke over the Goetia manor like a crimson veil, heavy with the promise of more torment for Octavia. Her body still ached from two days’ worth of relentless assaults –her pussy and ass tender, feathers matted in places she’d hastily cleaned. No underwear again; Stella had ensured that, leaving her bare and vulnerable beneath another flowing skirt. The constant brush of fabric against her sensitive folds kept her on edge, a low thrum of unwanted arousal simmering in her core. She vowed to stick even closer to Stolas today, hoping his presence would ward off her mother and aunt’s predatory games.
       In the breakfast hall, Stolas sipped his tea, oblivious as ever, while Octavia sat rigidly beside him. Stella and Camila entered together, their eyes locking on her with that familiar hunger. The thrill from the previous day’s close calls had only fuelled them. The shiver of risk, the pulse of almost-discovery making their cunts ache anew. They exchanged smirks, feathers fluffed with anticipation.
       Octavia tried to point out the weirdness of Camila being there a third time in a row, but it was brushed off by Stolas quite swiftly –as he did not want to deal with Stella at all.
       —Just power through it starfire. Whatever those to are up to –we are better off not asking.
       —Morning, darlings. —Stella purred, sliding into a seat across from Octavia—.
       Her robe gaped slightly, revealing the curve of her heavy breasts. Camila, in a sheer wrap that did little to hide her perky nipples, leaned in close.
       —Sleep well? You look… flushed.
       Octavia shifted, her bare pussy rubbing against the chair, sending a spark up her spine.
       —F-fine, Mom. Aunt Camila.
       Stolas beamed.
       —Family breakfast! How delightful. Via, pass the jam?
       As she reached across the table, her arm brushed Stolas’, their feathers mingling in a soft, accidental caress. Octavia’s heart skipped– the touch lingered a beat too long, her skin tingling from the warmth. Stolas paused, his eyes widening slightly before he chuckled.
       —Clumsy this morning too, star?
       —Just… slipped, Dad… —She muttered, pulling back quickly, cheeks burning—.
       But the contact stirred something unwelcome, a fleeting tension that made her thighs clench.
       It wasn’t just through sexual abuse anymore. Anything that made contact with her aroused her libido now.
       Stella noticed, her beak curling in amusement. Under the table, her talon snaked up Octavia’s skirt, claws grazing her inner thigh. Octavia jolted, but Stella’s touch delved higher, parting her slick folds to circle her clit lazily.
       —Eat your breakfast, Via. Don’t let it get cold now.
       Camila joined from the other side, her own talons slipping in to probe Octavia’s entrance, a claw sliding inside with a wet squelch.
       Octavia bit her beak again, stifling a moan as they talon-fucked her in tandem –Stella on her clit, Camila curling deep to hit her g-spot. Her pussy clenched greedily, juices dripping onto the floor. Her pain wasn’t over yet.
       Stolas glanced over.
       —Via? You’re fidgeting again. Indigestion?
       —N-no, Dad! Just… excited for the day. —She gasped, hips twitching involuntarily as a small squirt escaped, soaking their claws—.
       The tension built –his concerned gaze on her while they violated her beneath the tablecloth.
       He patted her hand, another accidental brush that sent a shiver through her.
       —Well, if you’re sure. Pass the cream?
       The word cream made her flush deeper, especially as Camila added a second claw, stretching her walls. Octavia came quietly, pussy spasming, squirting onto the rug. Stella withdrew her talon, cleaning it against Octavia’s feathers with a wink.
       After breakfast, Octavia trailed Stolas to his observatory, helping with star charts.
       —Can I organize these, Dad? Stay close?
       —Of course! —He bent over a telescope, focused—.
       From the doorway, Stella and Camila watched, then struck. Camila used levitation, floating a long, slender astrolabe rod toward Octavia from afar. It snaked under her skirt, the cool metal teasing her entrance before thrusting in deep, fucking her rhythmically.
       Octavia gripped a chart, whimpering softly.
       —Dad… this one’s heavy.
       Stolas turned slightly, his tail brushing her side in the tight space –another tense moment, feathers against feathers, his warmth pressing close.
       —Here, let me help. —His hand grazed her hip accidentally, lingering as he steadied her—.
       —Just a mishap, Dad –slippery grip. —She breathed, even as the rod pistoned harder, vibrating magically against her clit—.
       She came from afar, squirting down her legs, the wet spot hidden by the desk.
       Stolas frowned at the faint splash.
       —Did you spill ink?
       —N-no… That was there already, I think.
       He nodded, but the proximity left her flustered, a forbidden spark in the air.
       The games escalated in the library mid-morning. Octavia fetched books for Stolas, climbing a ladder. Stella and Camila hid nearby, levitating a feather quill from afar like the previous day. It dipped under her skirt, the soft tip teasing her ass before pushing inside, twirling to stretch her hole.
       Octavia clung to the rungs, moaning under her breath. Stolas called from below.
       —Find it, Via?
       —Y-yes! —As she descended, her foot slipped and she tumbled lightly into his arms—.
       Their bodies pressed together, her bare pussy brushing his thigh through fabric, leaving a damp streak. Tension crackled; his eyes widened at the contact.
       —S-sorry, Dad! Lost balance 
       He set her down gently, feathers ruffled.
       —Careful, star. You seem… off today. Does this have anything to do with Camila and your mother?
       —N-no… Just clumsy. —She insisted, even as the quill resumed from afar, making her squirt subtly onto the floor—.
       By afternoon, in the gardens again, Octavia watered plants beside Stolas. Stella and Camila lounged openly now, their hunger peaking, but for the first time –they waited.
       Evening brought the climax in the dining hall for dinner. Stolas at the head, Octavia beside. Under the table, Stella and Camila’s talons returned, but bolder –levitating a candlestick from afar, its thick base thrusting into Octavia’s pussy while a fork handle invaded her ass once more.
       She gripped her fork, moaning disguised as a sigh. Stolas’ knee brushed hers accidentally, sending a jolt –tension building as their legs tangled briefly.
       He smiled warmly, but his hand patted her thigh reassuringly, fingers grazing too high, brushing her damp folds through the skirt.
       —Is everything ok, Via?
       —Y-yes… —She whispered, cumming hard around the objects, squirting under the table. Feeling Stolas’ hand on her lap—.
       Stella and Camila watched, orgasming from the risk, their own hands between their legs.
       As night fell, Octavia retreated to her room, body spent, mind reeling from the day’s violations. Stella and Camila slipped in for one last session –tribbing against her in bed, pussies grinding wetly, clits sparking until all three squirted in a messy tangle. Teasing her with narrations of how much they liked toying with her remotely, mocking her for thinking Stolas would stop them and even claiming that she her arousal wasn’t from the assault, but from the risk of getting caught being naughty around daddy.
       —Tomorrow, more thrills. —Stella promised—.
       Octavia shuddered, craving Fenir’s return to end this heat-fuelled nightmare.
