“Let’s head to the dining room,” Liliana said, dropping on her naked body a long, comfy, silky yellow dress. The one that conceals and covers her bulging member.

Samantha gave out a long, frustrated sigh, cursing and whimpering inwardly for having her mistress’s beautiful cock taken away from her so soon, without giving it proper worship or any treatment. But the little conversation they had a few minutes ago spiked her belief in her goddess.

The dining hall was bathed in the warm glow of enchanted candles, their flickering light casting long shadows across the polished oak table. Silver platters laden with roasted meats, fresh fruits, and steaming bread sat untouched, their rich aromas mingling with the scent of spiced wine.

Liliana entered first, her golden silk dress clinging loosely to her curves, giving her the air of both royalty and temptation. Every step she took seemed deliberate, yet natural. Samantha followed close behind, her light gray eyes darting between the servants and the table, searching for anything—or anyone—that might disrespect her Mistress.

Standing by the far end of the room were the twins. They were young, identical in frame and feature, with the signature blonde hair of the kingdom of Vandor.

“Mistress,” the twins said in eerie unison, bowing their heads respectfully. They now knew who their mistress truly was—the High Priestess of the Church of Light.

“Sit,” Liliana said softly, yet her voice rang with command.

The four of them took their seats, with Liliana at the head, Samantha to her right, and the twins flanking the other end of the table. Because of their blonde hair, some may think they were all related.

“Don’t be shy, enjoy the food. I made sure it was prepared just for you,” Liliana added, resting her cheek against her palm as she watched the twins with a gaze that shimmered with amusement—and something darker, deeper. A hunger not entirely of the flesh.

Samantha didn’t eat. She rarely did when Liliana was present. Her eyes flicked from her Mistress to the twins, noting every twitch, every breath, like a wolf watching over her territory. One wrong move, one gesture of disrespect, and she would pounce—violence wrapped in velvet loyalty.

The twins hesitated at first. It was the girl, the gentler one, who reached for a piece of fruit—a crimson apple that gleamed like a heart freshly plucked from a chest. Beside her, the brother picked at the roasted pheasant, his eyes never quite meeting Liliana’s. The siblings, ever-attached, ever-separated.

Silence, like smoke, drifted through the air. No one dared to speak or even glance towards the headmistress. They focused fully on their plates. Only the sound of silverware clicking and the crackling of candle fire was heard.

Liliana simply smiled and enjoyed watching as the siblings ate, each in their own way, sharing the apple like children. A memory tugged at the edges of her awareness—something long-forgotten, like a dream.

After some time, the twins began to relax a little. Their shoulders sagged, tension loosened in their necks. Some of the guarded caution slipped from their eyes, especially since Liliana kept treating them with such kindness, suggesting the food, pouring drinks, and even giving them the food from her own plate.

Samantha raised an eyebrow, curious, but otherwise remained silent. It wasn’t her place to question her Mistress.

“Samantha,” she called her maid, whispering something in her ear, before standing up.

“Relax and enjoy your food,” Liliana raised a hand, seeing the twins dropping their forks and attempting to stand up. A slave can’t sit while the master stands, after all.

“When you finish, follow my maid,” Liliana said, before walking out of the dining room. The moment she did, her face instantly changed, no longer bearing the kind, warm smile or the benevolent and charming expression she showed to others. Her eyes shone a cold, distant light, and her smile, which was more of a grimace, carried a deep, dark hunger and desire.

….

After dinner, Samantha led the twins through the manor’s winding stone halls. The torchlight grew dimmer the deeper they went, replaced slowly by arcane sconces that glowed a faint violet-blue. The air cooled noticeably, damp and tinged with the scent of incense and old stone. Neither twin asked where they were going. Whether it was fear, obedience, or something in between—they followed.

Samantha’s steps were silent, her bare feet gliding over the smooth floor with a priestess’s grace. She didn’t look back until they reached the ornate black door tucked behind a tapestry at the farthest end of the manor’s basement corridor.

Inside, the room was round, domed, and dimly lit by hanging crystal lamps. The walls were etched with divine script—runes of light, devotion, and binding. At the center stood a raised platform, ringed with silver inlays and circled with velvet cushions. Hanging above it was a crystal chandelier that shimmered faintly like a constellation, though there were no visible candles. Magic pulsed quietly in the walls, like a sleeping heart.

“Strip, now,” Samantha said, turning toward them, her gaze sharp and direct.

The twins froze.

“What you are still wearing, I told you to strip,” Samantha repeated her words in a firm, yet kind tone.

“Uh, here? The two of us?” the brother said, blushing at the idea of standing nude in front of his sister, despite her being his twin and literally spending most of her time under him.

“The Mistress doesn’t have patience. Do as you’re told, or she won’t be merciful with your fate.”

The silence stretched thin, trembling on the edge of disobedience.

The brother hesitated, his cheeks flushed, shame and uncertainty battling in his eyes. Beside him, his sister was still—watching him, watching Samantha, her pale hands clenched loosely at her sides. She swallowed once, the only sign of her inner conflict.

Samantha’s gaze didn’t waver.

“I will not repeat myself a third time,” she said, voice soft as silk, but sharp with finality.

The sister moved first.

With slow, almost reverent motions, she lifted the hem of her robe and pulled it over her head, exposing herself to the cool air and the glowing runes carved into the stone. She stood there, not defiant, but not ashamed either—like a statue offered to the altar. The brother swallowed hard, then followed suit, stripping off his clothes with stiff, reluctant motions.

Samantha watched them with an unreadable expression before pulling two small glass vials from the folds of her skirt and giving them to the twins.

“Drink it, then kneel,” she commanded. “Facing each other.”

The twins did as the maid said. They drank the pink liquid inside the vial, its taste was bitterly sweet and foully thick, before kneeling down facing each other, where they saw each other’s nude bodies for the first time and blushed upon witnessing the arousing sight.

Samantha didn’t say anything else and simply left the chamber, locking the door behind her. Only after fifteen minutes did the door open again, but this time Liliana was at the entrance, wearing a see-through silk white robe revealing all her assets and nudity underneath. Her two golden eyes were burning bright with desire, and her golden long hair floated around as if with a life of its own. Above her head was a golden laurel crown.

She stepped inside and closed the door, walking forward she stared in amusement and delight at the twins’ awkward position.

‘The pink potion is working,’ she thought, staring at their red faces, the erect cock of the boy and the dripping pussy of his twin sister.

“Feeling hot, are we?” Liliana mused with a sweet voice as she placed a hand over her smiling lips.

“Now I want you to have sex,” she added, taking her robe off, leaving her stark naked, exposing the true nature of her crotch: a ten-inch throbbing, erect and pulsing cock, its glans oozing sticky pre-cum, making the twins swallow and forget how to breathe, their mouths watering just by the sight of such a perfect dick.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Mistress!” the boy said, not daring to raise his head, as he blushed like a virgin maiden staring for the first time at a penis. His cock throbbed painfully as more blood rushed between his legs.

“You have heard what I have said,” Liliana said without remorse or compassion for her two cute dolls. “I order you to have sex, or do you prefer to go back to that place?”

The sister trembled, a violent shudder rippling across her skin as she met her brother’s eyes. For a brief, breathless moment, the two simply stared, frozen with shock. The realization came with horror, spreading through their veins like poison.

“Brother,” the sister whispered as she dropped onto her back, opening her legs to show him her moist lower lips. “Please.”

The brother’s breath hitched. His sister’s plea hung in the air like a knife suspended mid-fall.

Liliana watched, her golden eyes gleaming with predatory delight as the twins hesitated at the precipice of their own shame. The pink potion pulsed through their veins, twisting their inhibitions into something far more pliable—something hungry.

The sister lay sprawled on the velvet cushions, her thighs parted, her pink folds glistening under the eerie glow of the chandelier. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples stiff from the cool air—or perhaps from something else.

The brother’s cock twitched violently at the sight.

“Brother,” she whispered again, her voice trembling. “Please.”

He swallowed hard, his fingers flexing at his sides. His gaze flickered to Liliana—to her towering, dripping erection—then back to his sister. The threat was unspoken but clear: Obey, or suffer.

With a shuddering exhale, he crawled forward.

‘Nice,’ Liliana licked her lips.

The brother hovered over his sister, his body trembling with a mix of revulsion and need. His cock brushed against her thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on her skin. His sister whimpered, her fingers digging into the cushions beneath her.

“G-Good,” Liliana purred, stroking her own length slowly. “Now… take her. Claim your sister’s virginity.”

The boy shuddered but didn’t protest, slowly lining his erect cock, pressing his head against his sister’s entrance.

“Bro-AH!” The sister arched her back, biting her lips to contain her moans. It hurt a little, but the potion made her brain more sensitive. A touch on her forearm could cause her immense pleasure. The pink potion affected her so strongly, she didn’t recognize her brother, she only saw a big meat stick that would help her cum multiple times and experience utter pleasure for the first time.

Slowly, carefully, he inched himself into his sister, forcing himself to ignore the strangled gasp she made as his head finally slipped past her folds. His eyes screwed shut and his cock throbbed. Liliana leaned back, enjoying the sight. The twins were having sex. She wished to join them, ravaging that twitching butthole of the brother, but she held back. This was an important ritual.

“Brother! Hnnngg!” the girl moaned, digging her nails into his back. She didn’t understand where she was, only feeling great bliss and happiness from that fat meat stick of her brother.

“Good,” Liliana praised them. “Now fuck her raw, hard, and fast. She is your sister; there shouldn’t be any mercy for family members,” she demanded.

Without responding or showing any hesitation, the boy suddenly started fucking his sister harder, pounding her cunt mercilessly and deeply.

Liliana watched, her golden eyes half-lidded with pleasure, her own thick cock throbbing in her hand. She stroked herself lazily, pre-cum dripping onto the silver inlays of the platform. The runes etched into the floor began to glow brighter, pulsing in time with the twins’ frantic movements.

“Good,” Liliana murmured, her voice a velvet purr. “Very good.”

The brother’s hips stuttered, his rhythm faltering as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. His sister arched beneath him, her back bowing off the cushions as a broken moan spilled from her lips.

“Ah—ah! Brother, it’s—nngh!”

Liliana’s smile sharpened.

“Don’t stop,” she commanded, her voice laced with divine authority. “Finish inside her.”

The brother’s control shattered.

With a guttural groan, he slammed into his sister one last time, his cock twitching as he spilled deep inside her. His sister cried out, her own climax crashing over her in waves, her body clamping down around him in helpless ecstasy.

The moment their shared pleasure peaked, the runes flared. And swiftly, Liliana made a move.

Using her light magic, she trapped the twins in a golden light, freezing their movements entirely, in the same position. Then she made her way behind them and knelt between their legs.

“Such a delicious sight,” Liliana mused, reaching her hands out, massaging and feeling their forbidden union. Then, from her storage ring, she pulled out a small knife made from bones.

“Let the ritual begin,” she said.

Liliana gripped the knife tightly with her hand, positioning the tip right above the boy’s balls, and promptly dug deep.

The two of them couldn’t scream as their tongues hung out the side of their mouths. They couldn’t feel any pain because of the light magic, as Liliana worked on both twins.

Slowly and precisely, Liliana managed to slice around the whole private area of the twins, separating both the cock and the pussy from their bodies. She stood up and made her way to the other side of the chamber, holding in her hands the severed cock and the vagina perfectly united, to a small altar where a statue of a futa woman stood.

“May the goddess bless this humble servant and accept this offering.” 

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