Commissioned by MaskofShame! (https://twitter.com/maskofshame)
The bottle was filled with a fluid black as night. Tharja toiled over it, stirring the materials inside thoroughly with a long glass rod. Noire watched her mother work, her eyes tracing the movement of that wrist. The whirlpool of obsidian fluid curled away beneath Tharja’s dutiful gaze, her sinister purple eyes watching as everything went as planned.
Slowly, she turned away from her work table in her tent, books piling across the surface of it. Many were opened to various pages with bookmarks laid out in case they were to be closed for some reason. Tharja had been reading from the book for most of the night. It had Noire feeling a tad nervous, especially since she was currently tied down to a large examination table. She felt like a corpse waiting for her mother to find the scalpel.
“Fufufu, comfy dear?” Tharja asked, her hips swaying, that cute rear tucked inside her tight body suit revealed as her loin cloth swayed past. “I made sure the rope was juuuust tight enough. It’s hard to gauge since I’m used to a certain degree of struggling. But you’ve been well behaved so far.”
“Y-yes mother,” Noire answered, her eyes trying to dart away, keeping her breathing and her mind stable. “I just… I don’t see why you have to…? I wasn’t going to run I just didn’t know how to answer the question.”
Tharja held the potion up, swiveling it in appreciate up towards the moonlight creeping in through the tent flaps. Her eyes turned down to Noire slowly, like spiders down from their web. “Yes, a question I would much like to hear be answered. It is very important to me,” Tharja emphasized her words with the seductive movements her body instinctively took. She set down the potion on the observation table right next to Noire’s throat. “I need to know who it is that birthed you so I can make plans accordingly… Anyone who could possibly seduce me away from Robin needs to be removed from the equation soon as possible so as to not risk my quest being ruined by a cheap thrill!”
Noire gulped. “Mother, please!” She pushed her hands against the rope that kept her wrists strung back against the wooden table. “I-I don’t want you to hurt anyone!”
“Neither do I, save for a few who had it coming long before my new daughter here entered the equation,” Tharja’s tone was dour and sinister, like a ransom note given speech. “But my patience is wearing thin, Noire! I need to know who this father is as soon as possible so I can figure out what hex I have to cast to make sure they don’t become a problem. What I need to hear from you is just a tiny little name~ And if you don’t…” Tharja snickered, her hand reaching for the potion. “I have other methods of course…”
“I can’t…” Noire said it weakly at first. Then she tried to stomach the words, digest their meaning, stand by them as her body stiffened. “I just can’t! Please forgive me mother! You need to understand-“
Then she felt Tharja’s hands glide across her belly. Noire’s clothing clung around her huge breasts, snuggly fit around her fit tummy. Tharja’s pale fingers trace the center of her form, gliding across her like a skater on ice. Noire felt every sensation, noticing there was a dab of black fluid on Tharja’s finger. This was her punishment. She braced for whatever it was that was going to happen from that wicked enchantress’s creativity!
Black veins spread across Noire’s clothes. It took root through every inch of fabric, spreading out from where Tharja had drawn a straight line of black fluid across her center. Noire’s clothes began to crumble, emanating out from the root of the corruptive lines. Bit by bit, her clothes were eaten away like a million tiny moths teething at her fabric. Her huge tits bounced free as the last inch of fabric that was holding them back dissolved.
As this process was occurring, Tharja was openly groping her daughter from the future. She ran her fingers down to Noire’s crotch, ready to dig her fingers in to that space when she met something that caught her attention. Tharja let a little sound of fascination, her eyes turning down, watching as the clothing around Noire’s legs was eaten away.
Blown away like ashes, Noire’s crotch was exposed. Her big fat cock flopped free from its own bindings, free to stand nice and tall, absolutely and painfully aroused by what was happening to it. Tharja looked at it a moment longer with a look of completely pleasant surprise. Slowly, her face worked out what exactly it was she wanted to do, her expression changing to reflect that. All the surprise in her vanished, painted over by a knowing, conniving smile.
“What can I say?~” Tharja snickered. “With a cock like this? Who could ressist~” Tharja gripped Noire’s dick tightly, slowly jerking her wrist along the tower, watching as Noire was nice and teased by the movements. She let out a high pitched yelp, little shudders of moans escaping her lips as Tharja started to pump a bit faster. “I’m surprised you were able to hide this as long as you did, especially from me. I sense a great dark energy rising from you in this gorgeous cock~”
“I-I don’t know…” Noire looked away as she was shuddering. She didn’t know what to say, her words crumbling and failing as her dick was bathed in more attention.
Tharja leaned in and gave the cock a kiss on the crown, her plump witchy lips wetly smacking against the very tip of the dick. She leaned back the slightest bit, her tongue planted against the glans. Slowly, she ran her tongue down along the front of the cock, letting the kiss of her tongue to the shaft become broader and more paint brush like. Noire could feel Tharja’s breathe between her loins, the heat so pleasant, the wet sounds pairing so nicely.
It was growing hard to contain herself and keep her mind grounded to what was happening. Pleasure was beckoning insistently, and she was so close to boarding that carriage and riding away forever. Noire, however, felt something else rising in her as she formed her senses. “W-why are you,” It was difficult to speak. When she started Tharja just leaned in and gave the cock another kiss right on its most sensitive spot near the tip. Noire’s moans broke her speech up. “M-m-motheeeerrr… N-no… W-why are you doing this? W-what does this achieve?”
Her lips already open and ready to snack on that cock, Tharja looked at Noire as her question was presented. This just made her laugh in that hexy voice. “Why, to figure out who the father is, of course~” Tharja said. “By experimenting and observing the shape of this cock it will surely hint towards who the father is. The size, the girth, the dimensions, how quickly it gets hard, how the cum tastes~ As well, if I collect a sample there are plenty of hexes I can cast to quickly identify who all is related to this cum.” Tharja nods contently, slithering her mouth along Noire’s cock, taking it down her throat.
Noire tried again to protest, but her words were much more stifled this time. “M-mother y-y-yoooooouuuuu mpppphhhhh~!!!” It was impossible to fight it much longer. Noire tilted her head against the table she was tied to, letting out a long and needy moan. Her thoughts were racing as everything that was happening was fighting with the lustful embrace of a clean and open mind. Pleasure did not agree with all that struggling.
Tharja’s blowjob prowess was surprisingly technical. She was able to slide back and take most of the elbow length monster down her form without even flinching. With a decisive motion she’d slick herself back, quickly moving her hands in to squeeze her still covered breasts against that wet slobbering shaft. Her areola started to poke out as she shoved her breasts down hard. And then she’d slam her head back down, making sure that cock was tickled by the walls of her throat just right~
“I-It’s s-so- Sooooo~!!!” Noire lost it. She opened her mouth and just wailed, letting her lusts crone out like fire from her very heart. Her cock exploded down Tharja’s throat, making the lustful mother slobbering it all down, slurping with an addictive desire all of that loose jizz before even a drop slithered away. Save for the few drops that did manage to get away, all over Tharja’s creamy pale tits.
But things didn’t end where Tharja expected them to.
She turned around and walked over to her study desk, quickly grabbing an empty glass to scoop some of the cum into, making sure she got as much of the excess as she could. She paid her captured victim little to no mind. Naturally of course! Noire seemed such a demure girl! Weak and feeble in all things physical.
What she wasn’t seeing with her eyes glued to her work was Noire’s strength swelling, her mind rushing as her course took root. “You bitch…” Noire muttered under her breathe, her voice swelling and changing. Everything was the same but the energy to her tone was different, rising in strength. She tugged her wrist free, the rope snapping apart! She grabbed the black bottle and dipped her finger in it.
The fluid tingled on her finger. An aphrodisiac of some sort with a clothes melting component to it. Tharja barely used any at all to break Noire’s clothes and make sensitive to every touch enough to cripple her. Noire carefully drew a line of black along her restraints. And when she could, she snapped them apart.
“Let’s see how you like THIS!” Noire snapped and shot the vial at Tharja. Tharja twisted on her heel, attempting to catch it. She just barely did, but the vial had already spun in the air and she caught it upside down.
The fluid poured over Tharja’s head, the thick dark cream shimmering in the torch light. Tharja recognized what was happening away as the fluid started to eat away at her clothes, one of her bra cups vanishing in a haze of black. “O-oh no…” Tharja was already trembling. A heavy dose like that left her weak and tingling. Her legs were leaking heavily, aroused fluid running down them. Her stockings were popping like burning film. A shred would sliver open a shimmer, Tharja’s slutty flesh spreading out from the inside of her tight attire.
Noire moved in fast to capitalize on this. “FEEL MY SCORN, WENCH!!!” She forcefully turned Tharja around and bent her over the table. Tharja’s swaying tits knocked over a swath of books, the tumbling of the table knocking over stacks of carefully arrange books. Glasses fell over as Noire pushed her pulsating cock against Tharja’s loins hard. She was still just barely clothed, but the effects of the black fluid were rushing along her quickly, eating away at more and more. Her loins opened like a gate.
“S-so goooood~” Tharja moaned like a slut in heat. The arousal effects made her face blush, her tits’ tips hard and needy, her loins wet as a sponge. She eagerly pushed herself against that cock, her body betraying every fear she had as the urge to beg for her daughter’s cock just grew and grew, swelling like a strange and needy beast. “I need it… I-I… W-what have you d-done to me?!”
“I’m putting you in your place, bitch!” Noire laughed as the tip of her cock slipped right in, kissing Tharja’s innards. The hex bitch cooed, moaning out so sweetly. But it was too sweet that feeling! It could consume her! Tharja slithered away, taking her slit away from that cock. Noire only laughed, her pre dripping dick still wet with Tharja’s spit now hot dogging between Tharja’s needy rear, the last of her tights burning away.
She was naked as could be, ripe for the taking. Noire’s mind was melded with her curse. Everything about her was filled with aggression, a righteous fury only described as BLOOD AND THUNDER. “Let’s see how you fucking like it, slut!~”
Noire pounded her cock forward, taking Tharja by surprise as she was adjusting her legs to try and come to a stand. She moans, pushing her hands against her desk, craning her body up. She starts to rise. Noire plants her hands around Tharja’s chest, giving her breasts a firm squeeze. As Noire thrusts, she leans in closer and closer, her weighty breasts sliding down onto Tharja’s back.
Tharja was powerless to escape. Just as Noire wanted it. The table beneath them shook like the ground in a war. Noire’s every thrust was aggressive and filled with her steaming vengeance. Tharja’s lust induced form was as easy to play as a piano. She leaned into every touch, a stifled moan muttered from her sensitive lips whenever Noire pressed her fingers into her skin. The aphrodisiac was clearly working just as intended.
“See, slut~” Noire cooed into Tharja’s ear, her voice powerful and terrible. “Take my fucking cock~ Let it fill you up and pound you into you can’t walk anymore, whore!” She laughed, her sinister energies building higher and higher.
For every thrust the table became weaker and less stable. Tharja’s hands gripped under the table for support as hard as they could. Her tits swayed over the surface, often getting pushed down into the table until they bunched up right back. Noire’s insistent pummeling rose higher pitched cries of pleasure from her little sexed hexer.
It was such a rush to feel someone weaker beneath you. Noire could do whatever she wanted to Tharja. She ran her fingers over her own shaft and up into Tharja’s folds. Her digits now wet with the witch’s arousal, Noire quickly slid those fingers into Tharja’s lips. There was enough resistance so that it was fun to slowly hold her down, weasel her way inside.
Then it all fell down. Tharja’s eyes went half lidded with poisonous lust. Her lips clamped around those fingers. That tongue slithered across every damp inch, taking in her own lewd flavor with a sort of glee that Noire made her display. “Good slut~” Noire giggled. “See now what a slobbering harlot you are? Why you are so deserving of my wraith?!” Noire laughed triumphantly.
Every thrust brought her closer. Noire wasn’t sure how much longer she could go but she wasn’t exactly an active thinker at the moment. Thrusts were all from her passion, her pained desire to make Tharja feel every push. She raked her nails down Tharja’s back, making sure to leave her mark on her. Tharja moaned extra hard at that, the red lines snaked across her back forever a sign of her lust for being hurt.
“I can’t hold back much longer~” Noire laughed. “I’m going to fuck you stupid~ Fill you up till you BURST!” Noire thrust again extra hard right when Tharja was about to speak up. Noire wrapped her hands around Tharja’s throat, giving a testing squeeze just to be sure that Tharja knew what she could do.
Drips of pre started to slobber out of her head. Tharja’s walls were squeezing so nice in every spot, that warm wet hole just begging for the release. Noire had no second thoughts as she was lost in the haze of her lustful and vengeful mind. The curse forced her! She had to! She was so close and, aaaand-
“C-cumming~!!!” Noire squealed out. A pitch of her original voice snuck in. The first jet of cum shout from her cock, a slithering slobber of thick white batter. “Y-yesssss!!! Take it!!! Take it all slut!” She was crying for war as every drop was filled inside of Tharja until her belly grew thick with the rich amount of excess white.
Noire finally plucked her cock free. Tharja fell forward as her support crumbled away. She landed against the desk, carefully supporting herself. Her whole body was weak. Frantically, she grabbed the chair that was kicked to the side and laid it back up. Tharja turned weakly and sat down, spread her legs, and let her cream pie slowly squeeze out of her slit, a delicious trophy for Noire to absorb.
The curse slowly wore away, and Noire realized what it was that she did. She took a startled breathe, her voice hitched with a growing panic that was biting through her clouds of lust like bright lightning. “Oh… Oh no… D-did I?”
“Y-you did…” Tharja snickered. It wasn’t clear if her voice was going to go aggressive or praising. She was clearly pleased to some extent, a nice big smile spreading across her lips. “And you know? I think despite all that struggling you did end up giving in… Didn’t you, sweet heart? My husband~” Tharja eyed up Noire’s big thick cock with that last word. Noire took a gulp and nodded.
“I-I was hoping I could avoid this…” She said. “My future is different, and maybe it wouldn’t be fair to the me in this world, but…” Noire shivered. “Yes… I am…” Even starting to say it made her queasy.
“Well, daddy~” Tharja laughed. “You better get used to what we just did. That potion I made was experimental and far from finished. Those results were hardly what I was hoping for. It should be able to make Robin, er, my enemies crumble and drool with need! A need so frantic and dark they could die if they don’t hurry and please themselves, no matter the cost!” Tharja tried to stand but quickly fell back into her seat. She sighed and settled for playing with her slit a while longer, the cum still oozing out.
Noire watched it as it formed a thick syrup waterfall that fell out over the edge of the seat and slowly slithered into the dirt like the sands of time. There I go… Noire thought.