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It had been an entire year since Severa stood on her mother's doorstep. She didn't even know how to begin explaining the complicated emotional journey she had been on and the very complicated magical journey that came with it, but as she stood nervously on the cusp of finally reuniting, all she could think about was how badly she had needed this, knocking on the door and bracing herself for it. "Mom?' she called, making sure there were no surprises for Cordelia when she opened the door while also urging her to come faster. The sound of footsteps picked up and the door flung open, Severa looking at long last upon the face of her mother as it twisted through shock and relief and a sense of absolute delight.
Cordelia wanted to throw her arms around her daughter and proclaim loudly that she had missed her, but her bold burst of emotion was halted when she noticed that Severa wasn't alone. Standing beside her long-absent daughter was a gorgeous woman with lilac hair who stood tall and proud behind Severa. It reminded Cordelia of Severa's noisy and noted aversion to having her mom 'embarrass' her in front of others, making her hesitate and gasp out, "Welcome home," instead, doing what she could to contain herself. She'd not seen Severa for so long, and it felt awful to have to hold back like she did. "I'm so glad you're okay. I've missed you."
Then the unexpected happened. Teary-eyed and overjoyed, Severa flung herself forward, arms wrapping around her mother as she buried her face into her neck. "I missed you too, mom!" she shouted, holding her tightly and desperately embracing her feelings. She came home a different Severa. A calmer one, more in touch with her feels. "There's so much I don't know how to tell you about what happened, but I promise, I didn't mean to leave you without saying anything." She was shaky and overwhelmed by emotion, but Cordelia nodded in firm understanding. All she could think about was how nice it felt to have Severa home, and to have Severa outright clinging to her like this. It was different. It was welcome.
"I knew you wouldn't," Cordelia said. "I'm just so happy to see you again. She wasn't crying; she knew Severa was fine. The girl sometimes got flighty and vanished a little while; she'd left with Owain and Inigo to travel abroad for a short trip and none of the three came back, but there was no way they were gone. Now she had proof of that, clinging to her daughter tightly. "You're back, and you're still as beautiful as always. And now..." She looked past Severa. "It seems you made a friend."
"Right!" Severa did have tears in her eyes. She wiped them away before she pulled back, not wanting her mother to see them, and took a couple steps back, slipping her hand into the woman's. "Mom, this is Camilla. She's a princess from a kingdom called Nohr, which is where I ended up. I became her retainer, and later...." She shifted excitedly on her feet. "We married. I'm married, mom! And this is your new daughter in law!" Her face brightened even more. Severa was so atypically cheerful here, overcome by so many emotions and by the sight of her mother again, the smiling relief of feeling like she had finally made it home and could show her mom not only that she was alive, but that she had grown, that she was better and different and happier now, that some of her rougher edges were gone and she wasn't afraid even of doing something like clinging tightly to her mother in front of others.
"Married!" Cordelia gasped. She looked again at Camilla, at her daughter in law. She was a statuesque beauty, an amazing sight to behold. Severa was a very lucky woman. "Congratulations, both of you. I hope you're happy together."
"We are very happy together," Camilla said, her voice rumbling as she sized Cordelia up. "Thank you so much for making such a beautiful woman as Severa. I see exactly where she got it from." Her lips curled into a smile.
A confused, slightly panicked, "Thank you," spilled out. Cordelia wasn't fully ready for those words, but she took them graciously, nodding in firm agreement and delight. "You should come in, both of you." She scrambled to make them tea, wanting to hear Severa's story of what happened and to get to know her daughter in law better. This wasn't the situation she had ever imagined she would be stumbling onto, but she was overjoyed to see it work out. It was as happy ending, one that Cordelia wanted to learn more of.
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Cordelia was so glad the house wasn't empty anymore. Gaius was away, off doing some 'grey' work for Chrom, which had left her utterly alone for a while. Severa and Camilla being here helped her significantly quelling a loneliness she solved mostly by spending her evenings with friends, but as she lay in bed, she felt acutely isolated again, completely cut off from anything and lingering in the heavy state of complete nothingness that threatened to consume her fully. It wasn't entirely a sexual loneliness; physical things like touch and warmth and the feeling of his chest rumbling against her while he snored were also missing. Seeing Camilla be so overbearingly affectionate physically did leave a hole in her though; the princess loved to touch and caress, loved to hold Severa's hand or run fingers through her hair.
It left her wanting.
As happy as Cordelia was for Severa, who seemed happier and more stable and overall just better off, Cordelia couldn't help but keep looking at the outrageously beautiful princess and letting her thoughts stray. Camilla was captivating, and it didn't take long for her to get comfortable enough with Cordelia to begin hugging and holding her too. It was a surprising feeling, but a welcome one, warming and enticing and keeping her feeling weirder about all of this. She went from meeting Camilla as her daughter in law to feeling to breasts squishing down against her side. It wasn't exactly the most normal or sensible thing she'd ever experienced.
Cordelia needed to clear her head. Rolling out of bed to get herself something to drink, she thought only about brushing away all these lonely frustrations and how they were unfairly beign thrown onto Camilla, who was happily married to Severa, who really should not have had to deal with Cordelia being slack-jawed at her mere existence. She had to control herself and be better than that, and she headed out of bed to help tend to that and get herself straightened out.
Coming down the hall, Cordelia noticed the door to the guest bedroom cracked open. More pressingly, she noticed noise coming from it. Distressing amounts of noise, in fact; so much noise that Cordelia didn't know how she could have missed it. She drew closer, uncertain about what the noise was the second her ears caught it, but it began to take form quickly for the frustrated and lonely woman, because it was the most dangerous kind of noise she could have imagined. Moans. The sounds of flesh smacking together. The squishy wetness of a sopping wet pussy getting pounded. Cordelia's knees shook as she drew closer, feeling oh so very guilty about the idea of peering in on her daughter having sex, but Cordelia's legs were not listening to her mind.
She ended up right at the edge of the door staring in, and nothing even about the noises could have prepared her for what she beheld as she peered in to the chaotic, senseless sight. Severa's legs were up high in the air and Camilla came crashing own into her from above, mating pressing the redhead in the guest bed with the fattest, thickest, most monstrous cock she had ever seen. A pair of heavy balls smacked down repeatedly as the princess drilled into Severa, her luscious, stacked body coming crashing down with senseless greed and a hunger throwing all sense into ruin, inducing mad delirium and forcing Severa to handle her at her worst. As if all of that weren't already excessive enough, cum oozed out of Severa's pussy, each thrust squeezing some more from her and making an even grander, gooier mess of the redhead.
"Fuck me! Gawds, I wanted to be quiet with mom so close but I can't. Your cock is too good!" Severa squealed, her legs shaking harder, her hands caressing all over Camilla's back while she fell ever lower into the unraveling bliss of losing all sense of control. She was a vocal, obnoxious wreck of heat, burning bliss twisting through her without much restraint or calm, the pleasure forcing her to surrender, to get noisy and hopeless. She’d been through several rounds of raw, senseless fucking in a row and she was not prepared to contain herself any longer.
Cordelia was absolutely frozen in place, staring captivated at what was happening, burning under the weird frustration and the embarrassment of what she was seeing. None of it seemed normal to her, the unrestrained weirdness coming hitting hard and hitting even harder thanks to just how madly pent up Cordelia was. her daughter in law had a monster of a cock and every inch of it was slamming down into Severa right before her eyes. Cordelia didn't know cocks could be so big but also didn't know sex could be so intense, that she could be witnessing something so chaotic and feverish.
And yet she kept watching, burning with the embarrassed fascination that came from witnessing this depraved calamity, every passing second feeling like a rush of strangeness coming on hotter and fiercer, making these wild pleasures into something completely insane. It was everything she wanted, the cravings hitting stranger and fiercer, burning with the passionate strength and hunger of something totally devoid of sense. She wanted more of these wild feelings, wanted to explore and experience and experiment, and with each passing second, she felt the crushing need take her. Cordelia was pent up without her husband around, and now she was being shown the incredible sex her daughter was having right under her nose with a woman so striking and so beautiful that Cordelia kept thinking unchaste things about her even before beholding the majesty of what she had hidden from view.
"You shouldn't be so loud, dear, your mother might find us," Camilla teased. "I don't know that I'd mind having her see my cock, but you might be embarrassed." Severa let out a hazy whine, and a laughing Camilla pushed down to silence her with kisses before she could get too carried away, everything escalating with truly senseless greed and a vigor that expressed something absolutely mad, a pleasure senselessly climbing and forcing her deeper. Severa whined and shook, and her complaints died down, replaced by the shaky frustration of needing to simply let it take her, giving up more and more dramatically to the senseless chaos, to the pleasures forcing her deeper. This was a spectacular mess, a rush of weird pleasures and foggy, throbbing joys that kept her compliant and need.
Severa's hips bucked up off of the bed, and she felt the chaotic desire to keep giving in take her, the frustration and the hunger carrying her further, deeper, inducing the most relentless and senseless of passions all with one clear and distinct expression of need. She was frenzied and hungry and full of very specific, very desperate wants, and as long as she could keep getting taken to the limit, she didnt' care about anything else, didn't want to let these mad delights slow her down. It was insanity, but an insanity she felt ready to embrace. Her wife's cock was far more than Severa could have possibly resisted, and she felt ready only to fall apart giving up now to these grandest of delights.
Faster, rougher slams forward kept her needy and dizzy and spiraling into ruin, but with each passing second, she felt more and more confident that this really was what she wanted, that she was where she needed to be. Camilla didn't let up, making the bed creak, making everything turn into a reckless throb of chaos and heat that had Severa moaning louder, struggling to make any sort of sense of these shaky ecstasies. She was lit up with passions beyond her wildest understanding, and she welcomed the chance to come apart for her now. "Gonna make me cum!' she gasped. "Fuck, fuck, how can you spend all day around my mom and still want to fuck me like an animal afterward?" Severa was panicked and confused, but sinking happily into the joys she needed.
Camilla responded to that question and that frenzy simply by ramming down into her wife and setting her aflame. It was too much, her needs expressing the wildest of passions, the shakiest and most desperate thrills she could have ever imagined. It kept her hungry, kept her throbbing, and she wanted to engage hotter and rougher with the pleasures that she wanted Progressively more of. It felt too wild to be real, too wicked to contain, and she wanted to let it keep pushing her to the absolute limit of sense. It felt incredible, and it burned Severa up from deep within, invoking mad thrills and joys and spectacles that had her aching for more, had her craving what followed. It was too much, her head spinning and every sense of restraint or calm breaking down completely.
A mad eruption of cum painted Severa's insides white, the pleasure sending her into shuddering delight, into a mad joy that didn't feel real. Severa screamed, her body thrashing on the bed and babbling nonsense spilling from her lips. She was helpless, hopeless, ready to give up to complete insanity and the foggy mess of pure sensation. The insanity and the chaos of what was taking her hit a breaking point, and overburdened by noise and fascination, Severa let it all go.
Cordelia couldn't believe her eyes or her ears. She watched as Camilla held her writhing daughter down, as her balls clenched up and her pulsating cock shot every rope of spunk right into her. It was an intimate and depraved view that left Cordelia's head spinning, a strange fixation washing over her now that felt compeltely deranged and spectacular. She couldn't believe what she was seeing or that she remained enthralled enough to keep watching, but it was all she could process, the burning desires remaining strange and overbearing, forcing her to marvel at what was taking her. Why was she watching? Why was she looked at it? There was so little here that she understood, and she was terrified by the strangeness and the chaos of what was coming, of the fascination that kept her baffled.
With a slow, dramatic pull up, Camilla withdrew from Severa, who went limp as the massive cock withdrew from her. Cordelia watched in awe, staring at inch after inch of girthy, oversized girlcock pulling out of her daughter, letting her see just how long it was. It made Cordelia's legs shake.
"Are you still able to go, my love?" Camila asked, caressing her cheek and her breasts while lingering over her. Her cock was still hard, dangling and brushing against her wife's stomach.
"Fuck me until I black out," Severa groaned with an almost defiant urgency. "Like usual."
"I love you so much, darling." Camilla rolled off of the bed to get into a different position, but as she did so, she turned around and caught the sight of Cordelia standing in the corner. It made her stop briefly, eyes widening. Cordelia stifled a gasp, staring at Camilla fully naked and glorious, her ample breasts free, her huge cock pulsating and loosing a bit of pre-cum with pure excitement. Cordelia shook but remained silent, and as Camilla turned back around, this emboldened her to make for something insane, something far more exciting and senseless. "Promise me something," she said, grabbing her wife's ankles.
"A-anything," Severa gasped. She stared with absolute joy at her wife, always wanting more. She blushed and squirmed on the bed, dizzily tamed by Camilla's cock and happily wanting only to give in to anything asked of her.
"Scream as much as you want to." Camilla didn't wait for her agreement, tugging Severa off of the bed and turning her hastily around, hooking her arms Severa's legs and locking her hands behind her neck. With the utmost power and authority, she slammed the redhead onto her cock full nelson style. Severa couldn't do much but scream in senseless shock, taken by the waves of crushing heat immediately washing over her. It was intense and it was everything she wished she was stable enough not to give in to. It didn't help her; she was completely powerless but oh so very excited.
Camilla didn't position Severa perfectly toward the door lest she see Cordelia peeking in. But she positioned her in a way that let Cordelia see everything, flashing a smile at her mother in law, showing Severa's front and showing the act of her huge cock slamming up until her, all but vanishing inside of her. Mad, plunging chaos kept up a pace of pure hunger, every thrust coming on greedier and fiercer, demanding something that she was powerless to deal with. Severa was limp in her wife's arms, spacy and hopeless, and this whole grand display was a complete wreck, a show of chaos and wickedness and pleasure. It was a show. A dramatic, over the top expression of greed and wickedness and plunging chaos that forced this into pure chaos, all under the control of Camilla, and all for Cordelia's enjoyment.
This was wrong, but Cordelia couldn't look away from this, couldn't tear her gaze away from the pleasures that kept building under countless spectacles and ecstasies, a pleasure that kept throbbing ever hotter through her. Her body burned, legs shaking, sticky juices running down her thighs as she stared with deeper appreciation at these pleasures. It felt completely unhinged, felt like a rush of pleasure to keep coming in to, to keep pulling ever lower into, and she wanted to let it take her deeper. Her daughter was getting split open in front of her and she was getting turned on by it, her mouth watering and a sense of pure heat washing over her.
"I love your cock!" Severa howled. She followed through on what Camilla wanted. "It's so good. It's breaking me in two. I'm addicted, I love it!" She kept thrashing and heaving, kept struggling her way through chaos and spectacle and a pleasure beyond words, and she was happy to continue spiraling ever lower into this heat, expressing the passion of a spectacle she couldn't get enough of, pulled deeper down and reduced to a shaky mess of pure worry, a greed and a heat and a spectacle that she loved more of. With each thrust up into her, she felt better, moaning through the uncontrollable heat and a dizzy rush of pleasures that weren't getting any saner or simpler.
"I love how much noise you make for me," Camilla moaned, keeping the steady dominance over this and the senseless, chaotic control over the pleasures that kept her feeling better, kept her aching for more. This was a very direct, very senseless, very beautiful mess of joy, persistent passion that kept her advancing and indulging. The towering, buxom woman was deceptively strong, able to swing a giant axe around and looking to make for the most of this, and she was happy to indulge ever madder and wilder into the pleasures harder. She wanted to keep pulling these joys in, to make Severa twist under the weight of raw satisfaction, and adding up to the raw, most chaotic bliss of pure heat.
The mad up and down kept Severa taking it on, her body fully surrendering to anything and everything that Camilla did to her. She didn't care about restraint or behavior now, sense simply gone and her head spinning through endless want. Nothing made sense here, nothing felt sensible now to her. It was just passion, just the mad chaos of letting herself succumb to whatever desires kept building. Severa was an erratic, hysterical wreck getting pushed to the limit of sense, and all she wanted was to explore ever lower into this, moaning and aching and plunging into the wild need and erratic want of pleasures that continued to escalate, continued to drive her mad.
Camilla fucked like a machine. Everything she put Severa through was about thoroughly using her body up and treating her like she weighed nothing, reducing her to dizzy mush and the spectacular mess of panic that could be completely spent and discarded. It was like no sex Cordelia had ever witnessed before, something depraved and senseless, built on pleasures and spectacles that nonetheless held her captivated and enthralled, needing to see more of it, struggling to keep her hands from slipping up her nightgown as she beheld it in all of its sloppy glory. She gripped the door and the frame tightly, struggling to regulate her breathing and resist all of the maddest spectacles that continued building within her. She struggled with all of these erratic pleasures, with feelings that dominated her mind and kept her dizzily lost, struggling harder, feeling less and less capable of expressing control over this mess while she slid into ruin.
The big, noisy, climactic finish was something made all the more savage and wild by Severa's desperate, unfettered desire to scream. she shook under the weight of pure joy, a fascination and a want that left no time for reason or control, left her trembling through so many emotions and volatile panics she wished she was better prepared to face, and she just didn't have it in her to handle any of it. Severa writhed with joyful hunger, babbling in hopeless delight as she came again, and as Camilla pumped another load into her--unbeknownst to Severa, for her mother's enjoyment--the pleasure simply broke down into a mess of heat too brash and chaos and harsh for her to take any longer. She went limp and slumped down, exhausted, breathless, whining hopelessly as Camilla continued to work her along her cock with effortless vigor. Before long, Severa was out cold.
Camilla gave her wife a few more thrusts even after she was certain she was done for, then set her onto the bed gently. Cordelia, confused, started to pull away, but she moved in slow motion under the baggage of this all, and Camilla effortlessly caught up to her, grabbing her wrist and keeping her there. "Don't go yet," Camilla said. "I love your daughter, but she can't keep up with me, and it looks like you could use some relief. Why don't you pick up where she left off?" Camilla's voice was sultry and hungry, and as Cordelia was pulled back toward Camilla, her legs gave out, leaving the redhead kneeling down in front of Camilla, regarding her daughter in law's cock up close now. It was so big up close, bigger than she knew how to handle, but fascination held onto her.
"You're married to my daughter," Cordelia whined, but even as she said it, her fingers settled onto the cock. Not with any grip or intent, not to stroke it. Just to feel it. It was real, warm, and hard. Perfect. Enthralling. Cordelia could say it was wrong all she wanted, but she kept touching it. "We shouldn't."
"Having my mother in law watch me fucking the woman I love got me all sorts of wound up, Cordelia. Please. Just open your mouth and let me do the rest. I'll do all the work, and you seem so lonely." Her fingers caressed Cordelia's cheek and brushed some hair behind her ear. "Just let your mouth open and I'll fuck it. No guilt. No action on your part. Your husband doesn't have to know any more than your daughter does."
Cordelia was completely out of her mind. It was weird enough having a daughter around her age, but now, she had a daughter in law around her age and so much more confident and forceful. It was insanity, but her lips parted and her eyes marveled up toward the woman who wanted her, every ache and frustration ready now to express their worst urges. Cordelia accepted it, and with a mad slam forward, Camilla pushed a cock sticky with the taste of Severa's pussy into her mouth, let her so intimately taste her daughter and cross the line into unforgivable madness.
Steady pumps started up quickly. Camilla only had so much patience to space as she worked with deep, intent hunger to tend to her most wanton desires. Every reckless ache and spiral of heat that took hold of her was built on the very certain idea that she wanted to give in and wanted to take this further. Deeper her cock sank, and she could tell Cordelia's mouth had never had a cock quite like this before, which should have been a moment of realization to take it slower, but instead, Camilla grabbed Cordelia by the hair and held her in place while pumping faster. "You'll get used to it, but you really should experience as much of me as you can." It sounded like a downright reasonable excuse to fuck Cordelia's mouth, one that she accepted as her mouth opened wider and she did everything she could to brace for these attentions.
Everything starting up on her now felt deranged and senseless. It was almost too much to make sense for Cordelia, but she wanted to take it all, opening up and accepting even the pushes down into her throat that occasionally pushed on to provide her some trouble. It was trouble that she was ready to take on though, steadying herself for this madness and resisting every throb and ache and push in a direction that could have made her lose focus. She remained steady and hungry through this all, a moaning mess dizzily heaving back and forth while receiving these shameless thrills. It was demanding and fierce, the throbbing ferocity of every hated thrill making her feel aimless.
But she kept sucking. Struggling through these deranged joys, she felt like she just had to throw herself into this deep end. Her head bean to bob back and forth, pulling and tugging a bit against the contrasting pressures of Camilla’s hands in her hair, but she was ready to take on that pressure to pursue deeper purpose. She'd never sucked a cock like this before, and rather than be intimidated by that, Cordelia endeavored to be bold, to be brash, to throw herself into the deep end and accept the chaos pushing her to this weirder state of pure hunger. Every sloppy adoration was one that she carried without hesitation, and she felt the burning pressure continue to build, weighing heavier upon her.
And yet she kept sucking. Hopeless, aimless, driven by the sloppiest of wants, Cordelia continued to suck off her daughter in law, mouth tight around the shaft, tongue slithering around inside her mouth, all to make this happen and all to get Camilla off. She barely understood how to feel about this all, but with each push forward it was getting better and hotter and messier, urging her to abandon all restraint and accept what she needed now. It was incredible, overbearing, demanding more and more from her with each push, and she met the challenge.
"Your mouth feels so good. You suck cock like Severa used to, before I taught her." Camilla didn't shy away from the reminders and the comparisons; she reveled in them, throwing herself into greedier plunges and savouring the raw, unrelenting chaos of making this her moment. She was having fun here, savouring the chaos of indulging deeper, knowing Cordelia was already in too deep to pull back and that all she had to do was keep pursuing these sweet, senseless desires. As long as she could do that, she knew she had it all wrapped up neatly, and with each mad thrust forward she reveled in the greed of even more chaos and commotion.
As baffling as the fact she did any of this was, all Cordelia could do was take it. An overwhelming sense of lust washed over her rooted in the very fact this was Severa's wife fucking her mouth, that every bob of her head was in service of cheating on her husband with their daughter in law, and that Severa was asleep only some feet away from this. Her body shook, but her hands remained firm on Camilla's hips, avoiding reaching up her nightgown no matter how badly the cravings were getting to her. She didn't know if she was supposed to touch herself, didn't know how to react to these wild and grandiose feelings all taking hold of her, but her deeper appreciation set her aflame, and she wasn't afraid of keeping it up.
"So good. Cordelia, you're--ah, fuck. This is so forbidden. I want to cum down your throat like you're a common whore, but you deserve better. You deserve what Severa has when I'm in a good mood." She jerked back, shallow thrusts pumping but only barely past Cordelia's lips, expressing the dizzy thrills and the pleasures that came harder. There wasn't any reason to hold back or hesitate now. Everything was happening too abruptly, throwing her into disarray and delirium. Instinctively, Cordelia got both hands around Camilla's cock, this time stroking with direct intent and acceptance, trying to milk a load out of the princess, barely sure what she was doing or how to handle any of this, but she was desperate to give in completely.
Shaky moans rang out bright and hot as Camilla threw herself into all of this, gasping in hopeless want and a delirious hunger totally stripped of reason. She didn't say anything as she came, she just pumped Camilla's mouth absolutely full of spunk, erupting shamelessly into her and sending this all into pure chaos, into the pleasure of mad delights much too wicked to handle. The flood was overbearing, pure volume catching Camilla off guard and leaving her trembling in the face of this all, but she drank down the cum and shivered her way through the chaos and delirium of what she needed, granted pure satisfaction and senseless greed. She drank down every bit she could, but more spilled out of her lips and down her chin, leaving her struggling hazily through the biggest load of cum she had ever witnessed by a significant stretch.
The overbearing madness of this treatment was a lot to try and handle, but for some insane reason it felt nice, felt like what she needed. Cordelia drank down every drop of the thick cum she could, trembling under so many feelings, but none of them were negative or hesitant. In spite of everything, she felt more confident now, throbbing heat between her legs forcing her into a state she couldn't control a moment longer. Brimming with need and no longer able to control herself, Cordelia teetered about amid ruin, and she felt compeltely hopeless now under the crushing weight of realizing she didn't have any hope left of handling any of it. She was in too deep.
Before she could beg, though, Camilla hoisted her up and carried her bridal style into her bedroom. Cordelia felt dizzy, clinging to the deceptively strong woman while she was led in, everything feeling so intimate. But Cordelia wasn't sure how badly she wanted 'intimate'. As she was let down onto the bed and stared at the massive, aching girlcock begging for more, a desire for something ugly and carnal came over. It was perfection, it was insanity, and it was a frontier of mad chaos totally stripped of sense, desperate and forceful and burning with hopeless want.
"Fuck me," she gasped. "Ruin me. Use me like you used my daughter. I don't know what you did to her, but I want it too." Cordelia had never demanded such insanity, never felt this desperate to throw herself into this, but she was so ready to give up.
It was what Camilla wanted to hear, and she responded swiftly by pouncing forward, ripping open Cordelia's nightgown and leaving it in tatters. Her sopping wet panties came up her legs, a struggle given just how badly they clung to her, but as they went off, Camilla kept her legs up, ready to claim Cordelia in the same mating press position Cordelia had caught her fucking her daughter in. It was the only right way to do it, she rationalized, and pounced. Nothing subtle, nothing patient. She rammed her cock balls deep into Cordelia's pussy and left her to sort out the rest of everything else, insistent and mad in her reckless advance and in the twisted satisfaction of totally fucking destroying her.
"Fuck me!" Cordelia howled, so much louder this time while her head spin and the throttling chaos of being held down and ravaged sent spirals of pure heat rushing through her body. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she understood the value in throwing herself into the deep end, in embracing these mad delights and every hopeless throb that kept coming. "Gods, your cock is amazing! No wonder Severa screamed like this. It's so big!" She'd never had anything like it, and in the fitful thrill that followed, she revealed a side not too far removed from how her daughter acted in bed; submissive and needy and full of praise.
Camilla reveled in this madness, knowing she had the moment just where she wanted it, and with every slam down, she felt better, felt greedier, felt the pleasure tearing her asunder. Every mad slam down threw around her weight, holding Cordelia down on the mattress and using the momentum of her thrusts to force her into it, every thrust ramming her cock in to the base and forcing the Pegasus rider to learn how to take it. "I had to fuck so much attitude out of Severa. You're going to be a lot easier." Her hips weren't stopping, desperate in their wild, wicked commotion, in the forceful joys that kept her pushing for more. It was insanity, but an insanity she felt confident in, every slam down making Cordelia feel better and pushing the limits of restraint. It was too much for the poor girl to handle, but it only made her feel better and better about keeping up the chaos.
The bed creaked and shook, and Cordelia couldn't believe she was here to take this all on, but it made her feel better, made her burn hotter. With her pussy stretched out to accommodate such an insane penetration, all she could think about was the joy of breaking down. The tremble of her legs in the air expressed pleasures and surrenders so much more dizzy than she knew how to handle, but she was certain of these joys, certain of the wants burning through her hotter, and she couldn't pretend she was able to resist it now. It was too good, too much, and she felt totally lost to this all, moaning hazier and noisier, expressing the plunge into something madder. It felt too good to believe, sex like she had never known it before.
All shame and decency was simply fucked out of her. Resistance, guilt, hesitation... Everything had to go. Everything was an obstacle in the way of the grand surrender of breaking down and accepting that she loved what was happening to her too much to care about who it may have hurt or what the consequences were. Instead, she wrapped her legs around Camilla's waist and begged her harder in. This was what she needed, this was frontiers of pleasure beyond reason, and as long as Camilla kept pounding down into her, Cordelia didn't know how she could have possibly cared about anything else. She wanted more of this and she was fully prepared to invest in the raw chaos of indulgence.
Camilla's mad thrusts kept her falling deeper, a mad spiral consuming the poor wreck of a woman struggling on the bed to handle it. The pleasures kept coming, and all of them added up to excess for Cordelia. Beautiful, delirious excess, and all she had to do was keep plunging forward, mashing madly against grandiose swells of want and finding the pleasures pushing her closer to ruin. It was an excessive rush of weird thrills and wants, pleasures that escalated with intoxicating effect and demands that she couldn't resist. "I'm close," Cordelia warned, and she knew the orgasm of her life was around the corner, a mad satisfaction she couldn't wrap her head around but which she was all too happy to give in to fully.
With a few final slams into her and a shaky expression of raw heat carrying her all the way in, Camilla happily buried the entirety of her cock into her mother in law's pussy and pumped her full, flooding her womb and acting with wild purpose and completely merciless delight. It was too much for Cordelia; she twisted and writhed under the mad delight of pleasures fully divorced from reality, and it was amazing. To unravel and crash so intensely was everything to her now, a sweet and sinful ecstasy pushing her to a new frontier of hunger, of a want that couldn't be believed or handled, but that was all just what she wanted, the cravings electrifying and demanding, keeping her trapped and aching for more. Cordelia let out mad noises that expressed something truly senseless and wanton, and Camilla knew she remained in firm control of every second of what she continued to crave.
Hastily, the princess pulled out and rolled Cordelia onto her hands and knees. A perky butt much like Severa's in its round shape and its battle-toned firmness earned a firm smack. "You two could be sisters,' she purred, bringing the head of her cock up toward her hole and moving with much the same care and control she'd shown the rest of Cordelia's holes, which was to say she simply slammed forward and got herself hard at work on indulging. One good, rough slam up Cordelia's ass got the job done without any ceremony or hesitation.
But it induced a wild scream from Cordelia, who was an anal virgin up until a second ago, who was expecting doggy style vaginal sex and was now howling in shock. 'Wait, I've never--" She was lost, gasping out, barely able to finish a sentence as the mad slams forward wound her up. Cordelia had leverage or control in the face of these mad delights, just the pleasure of being ruined and ravaged, treated to the most reckless and fascinating sex she could have ever imagined. The exhausting joy and thrill of giving up was so much more than she could have ever imagined, and with each passing second, the throbbing pleasures pushed her to want to give in, to want to break down and accept what was simply too wild for her to believe.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to fuck your ass," Camilla bragged, hammering madly forward, the slender woman powerless against Camilla's every second of greed. "Severa already has enough of a complex about not being as good as you, so I couldn't say anything then, but you are a woman I wanted impaled on my cock on sight, and the last time I met a woman like that, I married her." She kept up the pace, bragging and groaning and throwing this all into the wildest spiral of ecstasy, embracing what was coming naturally now to her in this wicked state. "Keep that in mind, dear. If I see a way I can have the mother and the daughter, I might just have to take both. I do so enjoy getting what I want."
Cordelia didn't know how words even still had meanings she could comprehend; the twisting pleasures ripping through her were so reckless and chaotic that she felt like she was struggling to understand any of it. And yet, everything Camilla said came through loud and clear, making her tremble in continued fascination, knowing full well what was being offered btu finding herself so far gone that she craved more of it, embracing the wicked joys and the hungers that persevered and demanded chaos. She needed some form of control and steadiness, but all she found was delirium. Back and forth her body jerked, accepting this and rolling with the mad surrender and delight of giving in, ruled by pleasures too calamitous to puzzle out and too forceful to grasp, but with each slam forward of his powerful hips, throbbing want kept building up to a breaking point within her.
This was insanity, but a structured insanity. An insanity that Camilla held full control over, and she used that control to ruthless effect in dominating her mother in law, stuffing her virgin ass full of cock and forcing it loose. She could tell Cordelia was a virgin, but with Cordelia responding with barely more now than the sort of incoherent babbling that she was used to from Severa, that was all fine by her. She kept pursuing the vulgar, savage need for more, rough and forceful in all the ways she loved being, used to not being told no and finding no resistance for what she was up to, the pleasures all simply brewing and growing, rising to a point of almost incomprehensible need and desire inside of her.
"There is nothing sexier in this world than a beautiful woman losing her mind on my cock," Camilla purred. She leaned down, kissing at Cordelia's neck, every thrust laying in deep and making sure that their bodies collided with firm, intense delight. It was a pleasure she wanted more and more of, craving the spectacle and the frustration of complete surrender. The firm control she remained in was everything she needed, a chance to keep this pleasure pulling her deeper, making her absolutely surrender to these wants. The pleasure was overbearing, senseless, and with each passing second, she was ready to take ownership, to claim and indulge and ruin. There wasn't anything normal going on here, but that was so much of what made this pleasure real, so much of what felt like the grandest, hottest expression of throbbing want.
Cordelia wanted to break, wanted to collapse under the weight of passions and desires too bold and chaotic and brash to handle, and she was powerless to resist it. "I've never cummed from anal before," she managed to say. "But I feel so close. Be my first. Show me wha--show me what nobody else ever has!" She was powerless, hysterical, ready to completely break apart and savour the messiest of surrenders, a passion that didn't exist within reason, and she was so happy to feel it push her over the line as her first anal orgasm seized her, forced her to succumb now to the maddest of commotions, a chaos pure and senseless and greed, her head spinning and a strung-out sense of need continuing to burn through her.
When Camilla slammed forward and filled Cordelia's ass with cum for the first time, that quivering joy only became even more intense. she screamed louder, as noisy as Severa was while she bucked and thrashed atop the bed. "You're amazing," Camilla purred, tugging Cordelia's head back by the hair and locking lips with her, expressing deeper appreciation for mad delights and a joy she couldn't get enough of once she got going. There wasn't any time for thought, only the burning joy and relief of giving up, giving in. Camilla held firm, a few final strokes making sure every drop was wrung out before she pulled back.
Cordelia flopped face-down onto the bed, ragged but defiant. She knew she had only seen the tail end of what Camilla and Severa had done, that they must have been going for so long. Three rounds? Cordelia wasn't about to settle for that. Rolling herself over, she gasped, "Fuck me again."
"Like sisters," Camilla sighed while throwing herself back on top of her mother in law.
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"Mom?" Severa asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "Mom, are you in there?"
"Yes! I'm taking a bath, is everything okay?"
"Have you seen Camilla?" Severa shouted through the door, voice high and harsh as always. "I came back from seeing Lucina and she said she'd be here, but she's nowhere."
"Oh, yes. Camilla said she was going down to the market to look at what was there. Maybe you should chase after her."
"The market. Okay, thanks, mom!" Severa stormed off, her feet noisy and her boots thudding loudly against the floor.
All the while, Cordelia sat in the bath proudly impaled atop Camilla's cock, riding her with her ass and savouring the slow, sultry motion of a much more patient way to take it. The two didn't need to say anything, sharing a wry smile while the sounds of Severa grew more distant, and when she was sure her daughter was gone, Cordelia leaned forward and indulged in a hungry, passionate kiss with her daughter in law, ready to explore the utmost insanity of this sneaky affair.