“Good morning beautiful,” Lana giggled as Georgia opened her eyes. The first thing that hit her was the smell. Sweat and love juices swirling in her nose. She could feel the sweat soaked into the bedsheets below her and there was cum everywhere. It was in Lana’s hair, on the bedsheets, and splattered on the floor.
“Shut up Lana,” Georgia ordered with a glare at the demoness she’d wasted all her essence on. “You ruined my plans.”
“If I recall correctly you couldn’t keep your paws off me,” Lana teased, running a finger around Georgia’s left nipple.
Georgia slapped her hand away with a glare. “Clean this place up.”
“Okay...” Lana agreed without much resistance.
Georgia sat at the breakfast table after that catching up on some reading while Lana busied herself cleaning their apartment up, doing laundry, taking out the trash and cooking her breakfast. She set out a plate of bacon and eggs before Georgia and kissed her cheek, something Georgia just grunted in response to. All seemed pretty normal until the breakfast table exploded.
There was a geyser of fire, her breakfast, book, and clothes seared to nothingness, and she was left half nude in a chair staring in shock as the fire finished swirling around and she was faced with a demoness that looked quite a bit like herself.
She had the same skin, hair, and eye colour but her horns were bigger, her breasts doughier, and her rump nice and juicy.
“Mom what the fuck?!” Georgia exclaimed, standing up with her breasts bouncing, hands motioning to her half charred clothing.
“You look fine, a little skin never hurt anyone. Maybe if you didn’t dress so modestly I would have had a grandchild sooner,” her mother waved off.
“Stop telling me how to dress!” Georgia shouted. “And stop bugging me about having kids you absolute bitch!”
“Oh you’re having a child, I always expected you to be the mother but those powers you got from your father changed that,” her mom waved off before sliding up to Lana with a devilish look on her face. “Oooh, you know how to pick them dear, this one is nice and subservient.”
“Lana?” Georgia asked with a stifled laugh. “You have this all wrong mom.”
“Did you or did you not just pump this sweet little demoness with fifteen gallons of semen?” Her mom asked while grabbing at Lana in various places. “Yes, you’re a catch, perfect for my little Georgia.”
“Lana isn’t pregnant,” Georgia argued.
“Are you sure?” Her mom asked sweetly and Georgia get her entire face fall.
Lana took forever in the bathroom and Georgia wanted to scream the entire time, trapped in the living room with her mom who stared at her new set of clothes in disgust, clearly hating the high collar, long sleeves, and absolutely nonexistent level of cleavage.
“You know, I have just the outfit-“
“Shut up,” Georgia ordered before the door was swung open and Lana stepped out with a sort of distant look on her face. Her mom grabbed the pregnancy test and her eyes lit up.
“Oh congrats my little succubus, you’re going to be a mother,” she cooed before tossing the thing at Georgia who had to check it to believe it.
“God damnit Lana, did you seriously not sterilize yourself before going out?” Georgia shouted with a big sigh. “It’s a simple curse and I’ve seen you use it a dozen times at fertility clinics!”
“I forgot,” Lana shrugged.
“You forgot!” Georgia shouted with a flail of her arms. “Do you have any idea what your stupid active ovaries just cost me?!”
“Demon child contract,” her mom grinned while unfurling the contract in question from nowhere. “Your unholy little hellspawn could be my ticket to bigger and better things. I only funded Georgia’s little excursions up here hoping she’d wind up pregnant with my grand baby. No way am I letting that little tyke’s immense power go to waste, you two will be coming home with me to make sure they get the best and most functional home life. I want a overlord as a grand baby, then I can live in a fortress.”
“I’m not coming back,” Georgia argued defiantly.
“Oh my little succubus, of course you are,” her mom cooed while reaching out and playing with her daughter’s cheeks. “Momma needs to plan your wedding and teach you how to dress like a proper little slut again.”
“Fuck you,” Georgia muttered, slapping her mom’s hands away and turning her back to her mother.
“Don’t be so glum, I’m sure a demoness of your education and standing will easily land a nice desk job,” her mom chuckled before snapping her fingers. The contract burst into blue flames and cuffed Georgia’s hands together. She growled at Lana as blue fire swirled around them and burnt them into ash. When it fell again there was just a charred carpet, splinters of a table, and a pentagram burned into the floor.