[ Cottage Hideout ]
"Hehe, see? Mama isn't so sour."
"Urgh...n-no," Daniel mumbles, the bed creaking gently beneath him.
He also never ant to imply such.
Nevertheless, he's flushed against his sli mother to atone for being annoying. Anne's soft purrs drive goosebumps down his back, hairs rising as his mother's hands trail the contours of his back. She spurs his hips forward, pushing his face deeper as he draws in her milk.
She's impossible to resist. Lovable, cool to touch, and so utterly soft, he might as well be drowning in a truck of feathers. Even her milk—a literal reproduction from a store-bought carton—remains refreshing without fault.
"You're getting close..."
Daniel hums, closing his eyes. Her slimy cells cling to his crotch, sharing the pressure and sensitivity with each thrust. Yet, Anne does not let herself follow her son into depths of his pleasure.
She hugs him close. "Daniel... can we really protect this?"
Daniel stops his thrusts. Peeking out of her chest, he ets a suddenly sad, pair of eyes.
"I love you, and I know you love us all as well," Anne continues. Her lips lift weakly as she brushes through his hair. "I just keep worrying that..."
Daniel breaks away with a sigh, lifting his chin from her chest. "Mom, please."
"Ah, sorry."
Pulling up a little, he stares at her firmly while sliding a hand against her cheek. "Obviously, there's only so much we can do, but we'll get through this. Soon, I'm sure we'll find out that all of rlin's visions about this great Flood is just hocus-pocus, then you can continue work as my lovely assistant."
Anne's gaze falls flat at the last part. "I love your optimism, sweetie, but... is that all I am good for?" She pouts. "Taking advantage of your mother, I see."
"If anything, I'm the one being taken advantage of."
"Hmph!" Anne turns away. "All I'm hearing is how you think Mama's love is so cheap. I'm only good as your assistant."
Daniel snorts. "I never said that. Do you think calling you Mom is cheap?"
"That's only because you've committed to our bond."
"What else could it be? Pretend you're Amy?"
"No, of course not! But..." Anne shuts her eyes. "Urgh... Mama just wants to be special for you, alright!"
"You are! What more do you want from ?!"
Tok, tok.
A light knock threads in between them from the open door. Looking up from their missionary positions, their heads turn to Mavi. Holding a cup of hot chocolate, she takes an unhurried sip before breathing out. "Sooo, is the plan to have angry sex?" She pauses, then grins. "Or, would it be sour sex? I thought you didn't want it."
Daniel clears his throat, and continues his thrusts against Anne. "No, haha, you're mistaken. We're just being overly sweet with each other."
Anne grumbles before taking Daniel's head, pushing him back to her breasts. As his muffled groan vibrates through, she returns her attention to the fusion. "Our son is just being fussy! That aside, should we swap to being Marianne? I want to see if any changes to will also allow Mary and I to speak subconsciously."
Mavi hums, watching Daniel lt. "As interesting as that sounds, Mummy wants to also have a turn with him before going."
"Oh!" Anne giggles. "Sorry, that was rude of . Here, I'll let you have him."
Daniel moans sadly as Anne lts partially away, leaving his cock unfinished. Sighing, he sits up at the bedside. Fortunately, he doesn't have to wait much longer as Mavi steps in front of him. Her eyes warm, she sets the cup of cocoa on the night stand before sliding a hand to his chest.
"Excuse , love~"
She slides into his lap, legs parting on each side. Appendages drip down from behind to wrap his cock and aim. It happens all too quickly for Daniel to process before the fusion mother descends, sheathing him completely.
"Ungh..." The sudden warmth kicks his heart, but he doesn't fall. With a jagged breath, his hands travel up her hips. "M-mother..."
"Just relax, love," Mavi whispers, her hands crossing around, one against his back and the other cupping his head. Naturally, she guides him to her left breast which starts leaking.
"Mmmm..."
Daniel moans as he catches the fusion's sweet, darker breast. Along with the rest of her bodily warmth, there's no need for him to do anything. Viviane's slimy coating and Mary's tightness begin shifting on its own, bringing a level of muscle control beyond human capability.
"Don't hold back~" Mavi coos, wiggling her butt while keeping flushed. As her boyfriend-son moans into her, she kisses his forehead a few tis. "Cum for Mummy, love."
"Ungh...Mum..." Daniel's hands reach around grip her cheeks. He tries to hold back, distract himself with her elastic, smooth body, but ultimately...
Splurt, splurt!
Mavi breathes out slowly, lting around. "Ooh, yes, yes... that's it... You're being so agreeable, aren't you? Good boy~"
Daniel hums gratefully, his tongue swirling around her nipple as his cock softens a little. It is more than willing to co alive at any mont, perhaps needing this escape more than he had thought.
After a few minutes of nursing and kissing, Mavi slides off. Daniel takes another deep breath, but there's little ti for recovery as Anne slides back to his side, cupping his chin.
"Sweetie..."
His lips lock to hers gently. From hot, back to cold, his cock rises back with fire. It throbs, ready for another round as Anne trails her finger down his chest.
Like this, the night and forest outside buzz quietly as he exchanges between his sli and hybrid mother for a good hour. By the end, Daniel's lips brim with the milk, a stain of complex maternal love and unending desire.
Mavi giggles, wiping away the ss. Her chest jiggles in front of him as he stares, dazed.
"That was nice," she purrs, and turns to Anne. "We're not done, though. I suppose it's ti to swap."
With that intention, the outline of Mary's face stretches off to the fusion's side as Viviane disconnects. The room fills with the dual groans of her parts as they lose their combined features. Before long, Viviane's pale form rips away from Mary's darker base in a snap.
SPLICK!
"Oooh..." the latter imdiately wobbles, her return to individual control like a whiplash. As the remaining strands of goo fall off, she steadies herself. "G-give a mont. I think I need to sit down."
Daniel shuffles over as his girlfriend sits next to him. Breathing out, she closes her eyes and slumps her head on her shoulder. "Are you okay, love?"
"That's my line. Take it easy," Daniel urges, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.
Mary nuzzles her head against him. "Hehe, you wish."
"I really do."
Anne chuckles by the two artists. Turning to her reford elder sli, however, she freezes. Her sister stares outward, brows knit in deep, sudden thought.
"V-viviane?" Anne calls.
The elder sli doesn't answer, refocusing her attention on her forr host with thin lips. "Um...Mary?"
"Hm?" The artist lifts her head to the pale sli. Her brows narrow equally. "Sothing wrong?"
The elder sli swallows. "You...um, what happened to your sli half by the way?"
Mary blinks for a long silence. "What... what do you an? I'm still being cov...ered."
She's not.
She's not covered at all.
"... Shit," Mary mutters under her breath. Her artistic gears spins faster as she straightens. "When I joined with you after Danne, did I forget to..."
"Hnnng!"
SPLICK!
The answer stretches out.
Viviane montarily stiffens, eyes snapping to her left side as it bulges out. A gelatinous pressure builds until Mary's clone unfolds, separating from the elder sli like oil and water.
"Huh." Viviane only stares with her mouth open, her body half deford as Mary reforms beside her.
As the two slis pull themselves together, Daniel stands up from the bed in alarm. "You're saying that Mary was rged with two slis this whole ti?!"
The clone ripples, strained. "Yep... yep, that seems about right." She turns to her original in a huff. "How did we forget our own state?!"
Mary thaws, raising her hands in the air. "Hey, don't look at ! We're nearly the sa. It's not like being rged with Viviane or Anne. How am I supposed to rember I'm only a little off?"
Viviane groans, a finger against her nose. "Good god, that could have been bad. If we had remained like that and tried to enter my domain, there's no telling which one we'd be going to."
While a sense of relief fills the cottage, Anne holds herself. She lowers her head, wiggling her lips.
After a few breaths...
"What if we can choose?"
Viviane, the two Marys, and Daniel flinch. As they twist to Anne, the sli mother lift hesitantly to their disbelief. "I...I an to say, I want to et Nimue as well. The only way that can happen is if I can join Viviane into her realm, which also ans..."
"No, absolutely not!" the elder sli cuts, stomping to her sister. "This goes into uncharted territory that we shouldn't risk our first night in hiding."
"Uncharted? Viviane, look where we are!" Anne motions exasperatedly before huffing. "Or, am I supposed to be left behind while you, Mary, and Daniel go visit your domain like last ti?"
"We'll sync up in the morning like we always do. You don't need to be joined with ."
"But, what if—"
"Actually, can it really be that bad?" the human Mary interrupts. Beside her, Daniel's face pales.
"Mary, are you..."
"No, no, hear out!" Mary urges. "Think about it. Nimue's current existence is from a ti when she and Viviane were last joined."
"I only rember everything up to that last ti you and I were joined."
Light flickers in everyone's eyes.
Mary continues, raising a finger at the three slis. "First off, can you guys even sync or rge without using humans as a dium?"
The clone, Viviane, and Anne glance at each other for a mont.
"Maybe not," Viviane admits. "If that had been the case, Anne and I would have mixed a while ago when I was trying to get out of her."
The clone sighs, "And, I would have been able to return myself back into Anne."
"Exactly," Mary supports. "So, at so point, Nimue and Viviane must have synced through another, right?"
"We can't assu that." Viviane rejects. "Nimue and I might have synced or rged, but it could have been a different process that I'm not aware of."
"Okay, but she's your mother. If it's possible, wouldn't it have made more sense for you two to sync more frequently? Instead, she's missing the later days of the kingdom."
"..."
Anne frowns. "I don't want to be left behind again. There's still questions about the tear inside of , what it ans, why I existed first and consud you... heck, what does it an to have my own domain? Even Mary's domain of the cabin and forest... that has to be sothing related to Nimue, right? If there's a way to share our domains better, shouldn't we—"
"Stop. Let think."
Everyone goes silent as Viviane closes her eyes.
She thinks back to the ti she, Mary, and Daniel synced. For a mont, it felt they could join... beco one.
It was... so tempting.
Yet, that was with two humans. If she and Mary's clone had been combined this entire ti as Mavi, would it be so bad with a more distinct combination?
Or, is it not the sa? Especially considering Mary's clone is... well, the sa as Mary.
"I'm up for it," the female artist reminds.
Viviane drags a forced breath. "Of course you are."
Still uncertain, she looks to Daniel. Naturally, her son's eyes are creased with worry.
"Child," she begins slowly. "Regardless of whether it's a good idea or not, it is true that our joinings have resulted in more of my mories becoming clear. I also am confident that if we rge, and you wanted to see us all separate, we would do that for you. So... what do you think?"
The artist's eyes widen. "What I think?"
Viviane's only stares, unwavering. Looking between the others, Daniel can see them ready as well.
'Fuck .'
He'd be lying if he never considered the possibility.
They could play if safe, but they're not in a situation anymore where they have all the ti in the world.
So, can they really ignore such risk?
Daniel's face tightens.
"Um..." Anne raises her hand. "We don't have to decide this instant. In fact, if I combine with Mary, and we're able to speak with each other subconsciously, doesn't that help alleviate so concerns?"
"Oh, right." Viviane coughs. "We're getting ahead of ourselves here."
Mary hums, squinting. "Can Anne and I rge with my favorite clone as well?"
The clone snorts. "How sneaky of you to say 'favorite'."
"Well, I know myself well!" Mary chirps, grinning.
Anne fidgets. "Well, I guess. You three seed fine as Mavi, after all."
By all this talk with more experints, Daniel's shoulders drop. He's not sure what the right decision is, but regardless, another long night seems to await them.
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