Dorian’s Deal – Adamo and Eva

Dorian’s Deal – The Future

Continuation of Dorian’s Deal, following on from Jake & Jill. We come full circle and put the fifth point on the pentagram.

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Dorian sighed, and flopped on the couch in their shared apartment.

“Long day?” Tatiana said, sitting next to him and leaning over to kiss him.

“My boss is the devil,” he grumped.

“You say that like devils are so bad,” Tatiana teased. “They need jobs too, you know.”

Dorian snorted, cracking a smile. “You just say that cuz you got a spitroast because of one once,” he accused.

“It’s a good reason to have a little sympathy, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. That kind of talk could literally land us in hell.”

“Still clinging to that, huh?” she said gently, stroking his leg.

“It’s hard to shake. I mean, if there’s no hell – then what happens when we die? Poof, nothing exists anymore?”

“Maybe you’ll poof into nothing because you don’t have enough faith in yourself,” she said sarcastically.

Dorian ignored it. “And where did she come from anyway? What scares me the most is we have a way to find out. But the cost…”

She sobered. “We’d have to be willing to entertain a trade with Ovidia again.”

“Right. What have you been up to today?”

“I had a couple interviews. I’m hoping to get some work by next week.”

“That’s great! I’m glad you’re making the dream come true.”

“It is much easier to be a model on this side of the mountains.”

Dorian ran a hand up her back, trailing little shivery sensations along her spine. “It’s easier to do everything we want. Go out together, be lovers, sleep in the next day.”

“We don’t get invited to as many parties, but I bet when we do, they’ll be better parties.” She stroked his face, smiling down at him. “Should I summon Ovidia and get her to point me to the person I need to seduce to get you off of swing shift?”

“Ugh, don’t even joke about that. I can only imagine the price.”

She laid down and snuggled in and became the little spoon to his big spoon. “Don’t be sour, baby. If it wasn’t for her, we wouldn’t have found each other this way.”

He sighed, breathing in the wonderful smell of her hair. “I know. But the more we tempt fate, the more likely it is to blow up in our faces. She said herself I was lucky to get out of it with the price I paid.”

“Hey, do you have enough brain for a discussion?” she said.

“Do I have to open my eyes?” he said.

“Nope.”

“Then yeah, I think so. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’ve been doing some research. About us, having kids you know.”

“Mm hmm,” he said.

“We talked about starting a new race. It turns out, that could be really hard to do, especially by ourselves.”

“Why’s that?”

“It’s complicated. I don’t understand it all, and some papers are locked up where you have to be a student or faculty at a university to get access. Can you imagine? Public money paid for those studies! Anyway, before I go off on a rangent, the science says there really aren’t multiple races. It’s just humans. So a whole new one would be more or less impossible.”

“At risk of starting a rangent, what uh… is, a rangent?”

“A rant, and a tangent, all at once.”

“I see. You’re silly. I love you.”

She giggled. “I love you too, baby.”

“So it sounds like our dream is dead.”

“Not unless you’re married to the idea of calling it a race. In which case, imagine the scandal our relationship will cause in the newspapers. ‘Man cheats on ephemeral concept with his own sister. News at 11’.”

Dorian smiled and slapped her on the ass, making her squeak, then gently moan.

“But… what do we call it then? Can’t we still start something?” he said.

“Sure. We call it a family. But the other complication is how to make ourselves distinctive the way we talked about. Families can have a look, you know. The family nose. The family profile, tall, curly hair, whatever. But genetics is complicated. Really, really, complicated, and not only would it be hard to identify the specific… they’re called ‘alleles’, that make up all the different characteristics – there are multiple of them per biological feature, and we haven’t identified what all of them do yet – but because of dominant and recessive gene behavior, it will be hard to guarantee this feature even if we’ve already got it. I’ve got great bone structure-”

He reached around and started fondling her breasts. “I noticed.”

“-hey! Quit it!” she teased, pushing his fingers deeper into her flesh. “I’m trying to have a conversation here!”

He laughed, kissing her neck. He twined his fingers with hers, and held on tight.

“But this all assumes we want all our family to look just the way we are now. If we want to introduce other features, we need to breed in those genes, and then we need to cultivate them in our children and their children somehow. It will take centuries, and we’ll be long dead before it becomes real. And I really would want us to look different, because I don’t like where we came from – or, who we came from.”

“That’s a lot of words to tell me that our dream is dead. We could have fucked in the time it took to explain that.”

She snorted. “You men and your one-track minds. You think I was wasting your time?”

He sighed. “No. You had to explain it, because I’d be trying to poke holes in the short answer until you explained it anyway. So what now?”

“It doesn’t mean the dream is dead, though. Dorian, there’s another way.”

“Huh? You just said it was basically impossible and would take several lifetimes.”

“If we did it the normal way. The scientific way. There’s another way.”

“What are you talking about?… oh. Oh, god. No, no, tell me you don’t mean-”

“I talked to Ovidia about it. She says it’s possible.”

He let out a longsuffering groan. “We agreed no more agreements with her!”

“I didn’t agree to anything with her. I just asked questions.”

“You know she needs an offer every time she gets summoned.”

“Yes. And I made one. Side note, I learned that asking to become the progenitor empress-queen of the known universe is not considered a serious offer. Just by the way.”

He giggled at that. “So then what-”

“I offered her to take out my IUD and seduce you, and make a baby. I asked what she’d give me in return.”

He lay still for a minute. “But you didn’t take it.”

“No, Dor. I wouldn’t betray you like that. I don’t want to lose you, and I know I would.”

“So what would she give you for that?”

“A healthy child.”

It took him a minute.

“Wait a minute. All the genetic issues from in-breeding, they’d all just be magically gone? Not an issue?”

“That’s right.”

He propped himself up on an elbow. “Fuuuck me.”

“Not now baby, the roast will burn in the oven! And the green beans on the stove will boil over, and-”

He put his hand over her mouth and bit her neck, just where he knew she liked it. Her teasing instantly shifted to an aroused groan, and he felt her hips shift as she got a tiny bit of that itch that only a good dicking down could scratch.

“Hmm… could be worth it, now that I think about it,” she purred.

She rolled over and kissed him.

“So what else did you talk about, without me?” he asked.

“Her magic is weird. It’s like… shifting the odds of something happening. She can’t make something impossible happen. But if it was likely to happen at any point, she can shift things around so the moment where that’s possible becomes now. Or something like that. Those girls you seduced back home- sorry, back where we grew up. This is home now. But those girls, they could have had their moments of weakness. They actually would have slept with you if you caught them at just the right moment. You know, that long week, feeling down about themselves, drunk and alone at a bar or whatever, you’d have had a shot. People have off days and if the circumstances are right, lots of things can happen. Ovidia just moved that mental state to the day you ran into them, so even if they didn’t see you as boyfriend material, it’s still in their nature to do what they did. Same thing for having a kid, kind of. There’s millions, sometimes almost a billion sperm in a normal healthy ejaculation. It’s a numbers game whether our kids would have problems from a bad combination. But Ovidia can shift the odds so that the healthy one is the one that makes it through and gets me pregnant, and that the egg it’s fertilizing is also a healthy combination.”

“Wow, that’s crazy.”

“And you know what that means? She can do it for our kids by someone else. I go to the sperm bank and get some love juice of a nuclear physicist or whatever, she can make sure it’s the one with the right combination of the features we want, or don’t want, that make it through. We want them to be smart, we want that perfect nose, that color of eyes, but not the propensity for going bald? Done.”

“Holy shit! Skin tone, everything?”

“Yep. I mean a lot of that stuff is also based on environmental factors. You don’t get a super tan kid if they never see the sun, and you don’t get a model figure like mine if you eat french fries every day. But the foundation of what we want can be there.”

“But that means…”

“I know. We have to make a deal with her again.”

He whimpered.

“I know, baby.” She turned to face him fully, making a pouty face to match his unhappiness. “But we have to trade work for food, and the same goes for everything in life. Nothing’s free.”

“I know.”

“So, I know you had a long week and you’re tired. I just wanted to put that in your brain so you could think about it. Get some rest, dinner will be ready in a little bit.”

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“So let’s say we have a sperm donor child. What look would we be going for?” Dorian asked as they lay in bed together. “What does the dream look like for you?”

“I wish we could do, like, green hair or something fun,” Tatiana said.

“But she can’t create something that doesn’t exist, you said.”

“Right. But you know what… blonde hair dyes easily. I’m blonde, but it’s darker so they have to lighten my hair a little bit to add color properly.”

“OK, light blonde hair so they have options. How tall?”

“Tall is sexy. Definitely tall. I guess it would be weird for everybody to be exactly the same height.”

“Hmm. Six feet for women, six and a half for men? Average?”

“That sounds about right. Maybe 5’10 for the women, at the shortest.”

“OK. Here’s the hardest question, perhaps. What skin tone?”

“I care more about skin flavor than tone,” she said, nipping at his chest.

“Down girl,” Dorian said, laughing.

“Oh yeah? OK!”

She shifted lower and tugged his cock free of his underwear and sucked the head right in.

“God, you’re such a slut!” Dorian accused.

“Careful now, you know what those words do to me, and you have work tomorrow,” she purred.

“And you know damn well I meant ‘settle down’, not ‘go down on me’,” he retorted.

“What can I say, I’m a slut for my brother.”

Dorian shuddered, involuntarily thrusting his hips up off the bed for a moment, right up into her waiting mouth. “I can’t believe how much power those words have, every time you say them to me,” he said as she put him away again, giggling over how much of a rise she’d gotten out of him.

“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of it? I mean, years from now, when we haven’t been around the family- sorry. Our old family. The community back in the valley. They made the words so powerful, by talking about them so strongly. We’ve tapped into that and we’re redirecting that taboo into a turn-on… do you think that will ever fade?”

“If we isolate ourselves completely, maybe. There are few places in the world they will accept who we are openly. If we watch movies and things that talk about it, and reinforce the taboo, maybe it will always be like this. Like that one with Anna Kendrick… A Simple Favor.”

“I remember that, she had sex with her brother. It was pretty hot. So no hippie compound where TVs are banished?” Tatiana said.

“Nah. We’re both addicted to our smartphones. How else will we watch porn in bed?”

“I knew it! You watch porn!”

“Of course I’ve seen some. But I prefer the written smut.”

“Why? Aren’t you men visual?”

“I have this thing called an ‘imagination’ for that. I mean yeah, there’s only so many details I can visualize at once, but look… have you ever watched porn?”

“…yes…” Tatiana frowned at him questioningly.

“The kind that appeals to men?”

“Not really my thing.”

“Exactly! The moment that moan track kicks in, I tune out.”

“What do you mean, what moan track?”

“They get women whose sole job it is to watch the video and produce moaning sounds to go with the action. They aren’t recording the real actors anymore after the penis gets some penetration. I mean they may get a line here or there, but it’s all those other voice actors making the sounds for a big part of it. It’s over-acted and I just can’t get into someone else’s fantasy of what sex should sound like, especially when they think that what the soundtrack includes also counts as music. I don’t know who it’s for, but it’s definitely not me,” Dorian groused.

“You make a compelling argument. There’s just one problem.”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“I’ve seen you watching it.”

“Uggggh. Look, I get horny sometimes.”

“Oh, you don’t need to convince me. I get it. I’m just saying, you’re a little bit of a hypocrite. Besides, what does porn have that I don’t?”

“You’re- are you jealous?”

“Maybe a little, yeah.” Tatiana hugged her arms in close.

“Well, I’ve only got one sister, so if I wanna have a sister sandwich I’ve gotta look to fiction. And with that many moving parts, it’s easier to just watch it.”

“I see.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“I’m a little cross. You’re horny and you don’t come to me about it?”

“Just because I have a libido problem doesn’t mean it’s your problem to solve.”

“But I want to!”

“Really? You’ll drop to your knees any time my dick starts thinking horny thoughts?”

“Dor, I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“OK, once, sure. But what if it was five times a day?”

“Does it have to be a blowjob every time? The workout science says you’re supposed to have a rest day in between Jaw Days.”

Dorian burst out laughing, and hugged her. “I love you, Tat.”

“I love you… oh, careful. That reminds me. I got you a thing!” she said, standing up and stepping back.

“You… what?”

“I am now a tatted Tat!” She took her shirt off and turned around.

“You’re awfully proud of wearing a bandage on your back.”

“Silly, I got a tattoo.”

“And you didn’t tell me!?”

“I did just now, doofus!”

“I mean, before you got it.”

“Duh, that’s why it’s a surprise.”

“Like, it’s a gift?”

“And you get to unwrap it later, when it’s all healed. I got your name tattooed on me!”

“Oh wow. You really committed to this.”

“I did. Now kiss me and tell me you love me again.”

“I do, I really do.”

“Also, if we have a daughter, maybe she’ll join us in making a sandwich when she turns eighteen.”

“I’m not summoning a succubus to make her participate.”

“No, of course not! That’s not what family is for. We’ll make those of our own blood immune to her influence that way, as part of the pact.”

“Agreed.”

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“Hey, look at this,” Dorian said.

“Hmm? What did you find?” Tatiana said, peering at the phone in his hand.

“Personals. Look, says here this woman wants to be dominated, fucked, and a child left in her belly.”

“Fuck, that’s hot. But that’s a fantasy role play scene. Will she go through with it for real?”

“Only one way to find out.”

“I hope she does. Her hair is just *perfect*.”

So Dorian messaged her a few times. For weeks, nothing happened. And then Tatiana came to him.

“Hey Dor. You wanna go out on a date Saturday?”

“Well sure, Tat, I’d love to.”

“You mind if someone joins us?”

“I guess it depends on who. I was thinking we might try anal this time, but-”

“Ooh, baby. You know I’ll do anything for you. But, so, you remember that girl you were showing me the other day, with the impregnation fantasy?”

“Yeah, haven’t heard back from her.”

“Well, you wouldn’t believe the number of guys that message her. But when I messaged her, she responded. Apparently not many women message her, so I stood out.”

“You messaged her!? What did you say?”

“Well, she said she was submissive, so I thought… what if we could play on that together? What if we set up the role-play scene where she’s going to carry our child because I’m sterile? Then, if she really likes it, we can propose the real thing. So I said that we’ve got a fantasy like that we’re looking to play out, and we’re looking for the right person.”

“Oh god. Oh my god! You actually went to invite her to fuck me?”

“More like get fucked by you, with me there watching. And yes, I do; Dor, I love you so much. I want to do things for you that no one else could do, what no one else could even think to do. You’re the only one who understands me, who appreciates what we’ve got. I want you to know how special that feels. Other women might be jealous in my position, but I know that I’ve got what no other woman out there has, not least of which is our history. No one else can ever be what I already am for you. I’m not worried about losing you.”

“That’s… incredible. Wow. I’m so into it. Damn, how lucky am I!?”

“And don’t you forget it, mister.”

“I certainly won’t forget it if we record it.”

“Ooooh, you are so naughty! We can show our children their conception videos later, when we introduce them to our lifestyle.”

“That is an amazing idea. We’ll have to be careful not to overwhelm them, though,” Dorian said. “Give them an edited, carefully censored version of the video.”

“I know, we won’t know they’re ready until they ask us about our family history. They’ll have to be eighteen, and ready to decide what they want to do with their lives. We want to convince them that they want to stay at home. We’ll move anywhere they want to move, anywhere in the world, but we need to stay together.”

“I agree.”

“Oh, this is so exciting! Shall I ask her out on a date!?”

“Do it.”

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“She agreed! She works night shift but she gets up around noon, we can have lunch with her!”

Tatiana glomped Dorian, who tackled her at the same time, and their collision brought them both to a brief halt standing in the middle of their living room. They kissed passionately, wildly, throwing clothes in every direction and sinking straight to the floor where Dorian wrestled her onto her back, held her hands down on the carpet, and fucked his sister’s throat from her side.

“Is this what you want me to do with her?” Dorian demanded.

“Mm hmm!”

“Hold her down, ruin her makeup with my dick, and then use her tears as a lube to fuck her unworthy cunt?”

Tatiana whimpered in the affirmative. “Oh, fuck me! Take your little blonde bitch in heat! Plant the seed in her belly and grow our child!” Tatiana cried out.

They rutted like animals for an hour, and Dorian crushed her into the floor as he lined his sister’s insides with his spunk.

“Shit. We’re not getting our deposit back on this place are we?” Dorian chuckled as he saw his sperm dripping to the floor.

“Worth it,” Tatiana breathed hoarsely.

“Damn right. But is it worth going to hell for?”

“There is no hell, Dor. Only the valley where our parents live, and propaganda.”

“I hope you’re right. Forever is a long time.”

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Ovidia came when called, barely. It took several minutes for the candle smoke to coalesce into her form.

“Hello darlings,” she finally said.

“We want to make a deal,” Dorian said.

“Wonderful, wonderful! Tell Ovidia all about it,” the succubus gushed.

“You said you can change the odds. You can make our baby healthy if we have one together,” Tatiana said.

“Difficult, but is true. Many things needed. Rituals, timing, special foods.”

“What if we want someone else to have our baby?” Tatiana said.

“Explain.”

“We want to bring in… traits, from other people,” Dorian said. “We want our children to take on a signature look. Light blonde hair, amber eyes, medium-tone skin. Tall, well-shaped.”

“Many things, Ovidia can do. Others with such traits, needed. How you say… mutations of this kind, most improbable. Too much power it takes, otherwise. You have person already, yes?”

“Yes,” Dorian nodded.

“Not all traits, has this ‘Eva’,” Ovidia said.

“No, she’s relatively light-skinned. I doubt if we have every single trait we want in a single person,” Tatiana said. “Although Jill was pretty close. She had everything but the hair. I’m thinking we’ll have someone like her as the donor for my own conception.”

“One must follow other,” Ovidia said. “One gives strength for next.”

“Let’s do her first, then,” Dorian said.

“And, price is this. Take book, put in safe place. Bank box, as you say, no?”

“Safe deposit box,” Dorian said.

“Yes. Put in box, pay eighteen years. No more, no less. If… video… taken, put there as well.”

Dorian took Tatiana’s hand in his, then extended his other to Ovidia. Tatiana extended her other hand to the succubus as well.

“Agreed.”

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Saturday arrived. The siblings dressed nicely, but not too nice. They went to a nice little Mediterranean eats place, where they met Eva for lunch. Tatiana insisted on sitting on the other side of the table, next to the woman. After a number of pleasantries, Tatiana broke the ice on the serious subject.

“So let’s talk a little more about why I contacted you. Dor, you mind if I tell her?”

“Be my guest,” he said.

“Eva, we can’t have children. It’s been a source of great heartache for both of us, but the science is clear. We just can’t have children the normal way. It’s… I’ve tried to hard to be a good wife, but I hate that I can’t be the woman I wanted to be. Sorry, this is hard to talk about.”

Eva nodded, wrapping her hand around Tatiana’s. She looked over at Dorian for a brief moment, then looked back.

“So… we’re just deeply, madly in love. I told Dorian I’d do anything for him. I asked him if there was anything we could do. We talked about getting a surrogate – someone to take the embryo and carry it to term, since I can’t. And we like the idea, but I’m not sure if we’re ready yet. It’s been eating me up so much, and… excuse me..”

The tears falling from her face were real. She really had been thinking about having children, and not being able to have them with the man she loved.

“Well, so that’s the background. Ahem. What we talked about doing, while we figure out if that’s what we want to do – we decided to make a role play out of it, to try the concept on for size.”

“An undress-rehearsal, you could say?” Eva said.

Tatiana smiled in spite of the tears, Dorian burst out laughing in surprise.

“Exactly! I thought it might bring us closer, to show him I really do want to have children, even if they’re not quite mine in the biological sense. And how better to demonstrate it, than to go through the motions of watching him impregnate another woman? Maybe we’ll move on to that next step, of finding an actual surrogate, if this goes the way we want it to. I don’t want to put too much pressure on you, if you think that’s not what you want, but it’s something that we’ve talking about for awhile and we’re ready to try it.”

“Wow… that is so beautiful,” Eva said, tearing up. “So why me?”

“Well, it sounded like you have an impregnation fantasy,” Tatiana said. “I thought first of all it might be compatible with what we wanted, and to be honest we like the color of your hair. You’re a sexy woman too, and we had this thought that if you were the biological mother, maybe we could pass all those traits on to the baby. I know there’s no guarantees, but it was such a turn-on for us that… well, we really hoped you’d accept, if nothing else then at least to let us imagine what it would be like.”

Eva kept her hands in her lap, looking up at Tatiana as she was speaking, but sneaking glances at Dorian every now and then. She seemed to blush a little bit every time.

Dorian spoke up. “So I know this isn’t exactly what you were looking for, but I think we might be able to accomodate if it was at least close enough. Tatiana wanted to be there and watch, maybe help a little bit one way or another, hold the camera and maybe the lube. Oh, we were talking about filming it, I should mention.”

Eva turned bright red and put her hands over her mouth.

“Dor! Take it slow, she’s sensitive,” Tatiana chided.

“Well I mentioned a camera, I didn’t want her to think we were trying to hide it,” Dorian said. “If you’re not comfortable with the camera, we can skip it. We had this idea that we would film the conception, document everything about the child growing up – then we’ve got something to show when they ask, ‘where do babies come from?’ I mean we’d edit it to a PG rated version until they were of age, but how better to give them a healthy idea of what sexuality means than to show them how they were made, when they get to the age of asking about it? They don’t know any better at that age, so it wouldn’t be that weird, I don’t think. But of course this is a… rehearsal, so the camera itself wouldn’t be necessary.”

Eva put a hand in her lap again, blushing even harder, and squirming just enough for Tatiana to notice. “Hey, if you need a minute, I can come with you to the restroom,” she said.

“No… it wouldn’t help, but thank you,” Eva squeaked.

“Dor.” Tatiana grinned even wider.

“Yeah?”

“Look at her. Isn’t she just the cutest thing? She’s dripping wet at this idea.”

“Um… I… Um…” Eva stammered.

“Hon, it’s fine, I couldn’t be happier that you’re excited by this,” Tatiana said. “I really want the conception to be the natural way, not in vitro, so getting off is an important part of that process. Not to mention, a critical part of the role-play,” she winked.

“I just, um, oh god that’s got me so turned on you have no idea,” Eva said quietly.

“So what would you like to see, if you were going to be part of this?” Dorian said. “Your profile said you like to be dominated, is that right?”

She nodded.

“Well, so, how would you like to do that? Hypothetically,” Dorian said.

“I… umm…”

“Let me help you out here,” Tatiana jumped in. “I’ll list a few things and you tell me ‘warm’ or ‘cold’ and we’ll home in on some things you might enjoy. Rough sex.”

“Warm? I mean, that’s not very discruptive, you mean like…”

“Having your clothes ripped off.”

“Warm.”

“Handcuffs.”

“Hot.”

“Bathing in the tears of men.”

“…cold? What-”

“Ha! Just checking,” Tatiana snorted. “Hair pulling.”

“Hot.”

“Ball-crushing.”

“Cold.”

“Gah!” Dorian said. “Is that a thing?”

“The internet says so,” Tatiana said, shrugging. “I’m just teasing you. I’d never crush the family jewels. Blindfolding, kisses all over your body.”

“Mmm, hot.”

“Hands tied behind your back, sucking cock,” Tatiana said.

“Fucking hot.”

“Kneeling naked on the floor, hands tied, your face being pushed onto my husband’s cock while I talk to him about how he’s going to fuck your slutty little pussy until he puts our child in your womb.”

“Not-fucking-fair hot. I’ll be back.” Eva got up and scampered to the ladies room alone.

“Whew. And you told me to go easy on her!” Dorian said.

“You just have to ease her into it,” Tatiana said, sticking her nose up snobbishly.

“Brat, see if I don’t take you over my knee later,” Dorian said.

“Ooh, there’s one to add to the list of questions,” Tatiana said.

Eva came back a few minutes later. “Ahem. That wasn’t very nice,” she pouted.

“We’re just getting to know you a little bit,” Dorian said. “We can’t very well make an offer unless we have some idea of what would work for you.”

“Besides, you said you might want to be dominated. Nice isn’t actually going to get you there,” Tatiana said.

“That’s not- but I- you can’t…”

Dorian chuckled darkly.

“Hon, let me tell you something about Dorian. If there’s one thing I know, it’s that if you tell him he can’t do something, he wants to do it even more.” Tatiana winked at him. ‘Like fucking your sister!’ she mouthed behind her hand so only he could see.

Dorian’s hand clenched and unclenched on the tabletop, thinking about what he was going to do to her later. Eva watched his fingers with rapt attention.

“So, we’ll give you some time to think about it,” Tatiana said as he got his tongue working again. “We’ll talk to a few more people and if you’re still interested we can talk about having a date in a month or two-”

“Right now! Tonight. I’m free. I’m- I- took the day off,” Eva stammered.

“For us? Wow. You didn’t have to- I mean, we may not even have time to book a hotel room,” Dorian said.

“I- you can… come to my place…”

“It would be good to see there’s enough room for a cradle,” Tatiana mused, switching right into the role play. “You’d have to breastfeed for the first several months, until the baby can be weaned. We won’t use formula, you know. Not as nutritionally balanced.”

“Yes… of course.” Eva was rocking forwards and backwards in her seat now.

“A few more things to ask you about, so we’ll know what to bring,” Dorian said. “How do you feel about rope?”

“Hot,” Eva mewled.

“Ice,” Tatiana said. “Dragged across your skin.”

“Cold. I mean! In the best way! Hot!” Eva said.

“Ball gag,” Dorian said, remembering something he’d seen at the sex shop the other day.

“Fuck… hot!”

“Being forced to watch as I suck my husband’s cock hard so he can fuck you with it,” Tatiana said.

“Molten.”

“Being tied to the bed and forced to cum several times so that the embryo sticks to your womb, your face smothered by my pussy, making you eat me out while my husband plants his hot load right in your baby-maker,” Tatiana said.

Eva’s legs were crossed, and she was kicking them up and down, making her bounce in her seat. “Middle of the sun!”

“Well, then,” Dorian said. “It sounds like we’ve got a match. I wasn’t expecting this so soon, but- do you think you’d be willing to-”

“Yes!” Eva said, her words starting to run into each other as they tumbled out as fast as she could say them. “Oh my god I’d got to go I’ve got to go I’ve all but peed myself I’ll message you!”

She got up and ran out, and tore out of the parking lot like a crazy person in her little Jetta.

Dorian blinked. “So… that went well. I think.”

“Believe it, brother of mine. Shall we go get dressed?”

“Dressed up even more? We’re just gonna be…” he saw the fight-me look in her eye. “Ok, ok, yeah, let’s do that.”

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Eva messaged Tatiana the address, and her phone number, while she and Dorian went shopping for sexy underthings.

“You just put on your slacks and the button-up shirt you used for interviews,” she said.

“Get the blue one,” Dorian replied, pointing at a baby blue chemise with crossing lace halter straps and a sheer bottom.

“Why?” she frowned.

“Because I think I’m having a boy, and I want to see you in that. It looks sort of maternal.”

“What if I want a hot pink thong and bra that barely covers my nipples?”

“Then we can do that next time. She wants to be dominated and creampied, so don’t act like I shouldn’t be bossy today.”

“Yes, sir,” Tatiana purred, smiling up at Dorian. “I guess we are starting to run short of time with traffic picking up.”

“Then take it and let’s go.”

“I’ll take it anytime,” she winked at him.

He fondled her ass discretely at the checkout, and they left, but not before he also snagged a rubber ball gag.

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Dorian combed his hair for the fifth time, sitting in the car in front of Eva’s house. The house wasn’t hers, she was merely renting a room, but there were no other cars here so the landlord might be out of town.

“Stop messing with it, you’re fine. Where’s that dominating confident spirit she’s looking for?” Tatiana teased.

“Wench, you shut your mouth, ‘fore I turn you into a hood ornament,” Dorian replied. “It won’t do to be dominated by some unworthy slob. That’s why we’re dressing up, right?”

“I thought it was for us, to celebrate this memorable occasion. But sure, that works, too.”

“So why are you complaining about me looking good? I swear, you’re just being contrary to get my goat.”

“If that’s what it takes to get the horns, absolutely.”

“Don’t you worry, I’m plenty horny.”

“Ready?” she said, raising her hand by the door. “Showtime.”

“Let’s do it,” Dorian nodded, starting the video recording on his phone.

She knocked, and in very brief moments the door opened.

“Come in,” Eva said, staring at the floor, only looking up at them for fractions of a second at a time.

“So, this is where the child will be nurtured for its first year?” Tatiana said, putting on her best judgmental-mother tone.

Eva led them to her room, a well-kept space with little clutter and indeed, room enough for a crib if need be.

“Rather spartan,” Tatiana sniffed.

“Perhaps a better word would be, unassuming. That seems entirely appropriate to me,” Dorian said.

“I suppose you’re right. One could hardly hope to have a better home for a child than their real parents, best not put on airs of anything more than that,” Tatiana agreed, playing along with an amused smile.

“Well then, if you’re to be the bearer of the child, I suppose we had better test your mettle,” Dorian said. “Most importantly, we’d best have a full inspection of your birthing capabilities. Strip.”

“Come on dear. Dorian is not a man to keep waiting,” Tatiana said when Eva hesitated for a moment. She jumped to the side and unceremoniously undressed, then came back to the foot of the bed and bowed her head submissively.

“Now then, let’s have a look at you. Turn around,” Dorian said. “Slowly.”

Eva shifted on her feet, rotating a few degrees per second, not meeting their eyes.

“Mm, see here, her complexion is clear,” Tatiana said, gesturing at Eva’s face. “You bathe regularly, do you not? Speak up.”

“Yes ma’am. A shower daily before bed.”

“I see that you have little body fat. You stay trim, yes? Exercise regularly? Good diet?”

“Lots of vegetables,” Eva agreed. “I walk several miles a day.”

“For your day job, no doubt,” Tatiana said. “What is it you do?”

“Registered nurse.”

“What’s that?” Tatiana said sharply.

“R-registered nurse!”

“That’s, ‘registered nurse, ma’am’,” Tatiana said sternly.

“S-sorry ma’am! Yes! Registered nurse, ma’am!” Eva’s feet turned toward each other and her shoulders shrank in even more towards each other.

“And why is it, if you’re so healthy, that you don’t bear a child of your own? Are you incapable of attracting a man?” Dorian said.

“N-no sir! I mean, I have a boyfriend, but… I have no time for children right now, and he’s not ready.”

“No time for children? How is it that you can carry ours?” Tatiana snipped.

“I- I have some time saved up, because I never take any off. Plus, it’s customary to compensate a surrogate for their services. I could do it for a year, long enough to wean, but then I’d have to go back to work. I couldn’t raise a child through all of its young years,” Eva said, blushing really hard now.

“Mm. I suppose we’d best see the whole package,” Dorian said. “This one might suit our needs. There was another we were considering, but I had the impression she would become too attached and we’d have trouble prying the offspring loose to come to its rightful home.”

“You wouldn’t get designs on keeping the child for yourself, would you?” Tatiana demanded.

“N-no ma’am! I wouldn’t dream of it! You’d be paying me to be an incubator, nothing more.” Eva was biting her lip.

“You know we insist on doing certain things the old-fashioned way,” Dorian said.

“Indeed. We want a fully natural birth, painkillers are acceptable but under no circumstances will we use IVF,” Tatiana said. “The conception must be entirely traditional, and I’m to be there to witness every detail. So, as you’re standing in for me in that capacity, your body is effectively mine. Let us make certain it meets with both our expectations.”

Dorian flipped out the kickstand in the case, and put his phone on the dresser with an angle to catch everything on the camera, and Tatiana pulled the woman’s arms behind her back, then unhooked her bra and let it fall.

“Let’s start at the top, shall we?” Dorian said, licking his lips.

“As you wish, husband. How is my hair?”

“Fabulous,” Eva said.

“Pssht! Not another word, adults are speaking,” Tatiana shushed her. “You see. This hair is mine, too, tonight. This light blonde is the perfect shade, don’t you think?”

“I believe it is acceptable,” Dorian said.

“Let’s see… good shoulders, when her posture isn’t lazy…” Tatiana continued, pulling up on Eva’s elbows to make her stand a little straighter. “Good thing we’re taking over a year or so in, she’d pass on who knows how many bad habits.”

“She’s just badly trained,” Dorian said. “She’s got a good genetic heritage to pass on. Look, how can you say no to these boobs?”

“Don’t get distracted, Dor. They’re just sacks of fat on her chest, they all feed the same.”

“Going to argue with biological impulses, Tat? If man were not benefitted by an attractive rack, they wouldn’t catch the eye.”

“I have to admit, even I find them appealing,” Tatiana said, reaching around to heft one gently, then ran her fingers down Eva’s side to her waist, making her shiver. “But more importantly, looks at these lovely wide child-bearing hips. How does that spark your instincts?”

“There’s a part of me that senses a strong opportunity. I know my dick likes lots of things, but unlike a lot of pretty faces I want to jizz on, this one I want to examine a little deeper.”

“To perhaps plant your seed in her birth canal?” Tatiana suggested.

“Mnnngh,” Eva said, pulling her thighs together tightly.

“Her arousal response appears quite healthy, but we must insist on inspecting your pussy,” Tatiana said, pulling Eva off balance to make her separate her thighs by stepping to the side. As Eva did so, Tatiana dipped a couple fingers in her slit, drawing a heavy sample of her wetness away. She held it up for Dorian, who smelled it, then licked it off her fingers.

“Did you see enough, or…?” Tatiana said.

“Lie her down, I need a closer look.”

“You heard my husband. On the bed with you.”

“But- I- that’s a very private area! We haven’t made any agreement yet!” Eva protested.

“You offered to carry our child. This is a great privilege, and we’d be paying your associated medical expenses, what else could you possibly want?” Dorian demanded.

“Well- I- that is-”

“Come on, we’re busy, important people. Are you wasting our time, blondie?” Tatiana said.

“I just want to know that I’m allowed to masturbate during the pregnancy.”

“Hormones do go crazy, I hear,” Tatiana mused. “And we do want to encourage blood flow and other health benefits… What do you think, Dor? Is it enough if she doesn’t use anything big enough to penetrate to our baby and cause injury?”

“No penetration past the g spot, I swear! Just vibrators,” Eva said. “And, er… a rabbit.”

“I’ll allow it,” Dorian said.

“Shake on it?” Tatiana said.

Eva shook her hand, then Dorian’s.

“Now. On the bed!” he said.

Tatiana dragged her backwards, and held her wrists away from her body as Dorian stepped forward.

“But I- you- ohh….” Eva said as Dorian brushed his cheek on her leg, slowly climbing towards her pelvis. Her movements became more frantic as he got closer to her vulva.

“Look at me,” Dorian said, waiting until she settled for a moment. Eva shook her head slightly, tilted to look away. “Tat.”

Tatiana pulled one of her hands back from the blonde’s wrist and wrapped around Eva’s forehead, forcing her to turn in his direction.

“This is my pussy,” Tatiana whispered in her ear, slapping Eva’s clit lightly. “A woman should give her pussy to her husband when making a child. Shouldn’t she?”

She waited until Eva nodded a little bit. “Look at him.”

Eva peeked around Tatiana’s hands. “This is my pussy, and I give him everything that I am. So this is his pussy, and he wants it. Don’t tell him he can’t have what’s his.”

“I… but…” Eva struggled half-heartedly.

“Yes, your butt too,” Dorian said, thinking that it had actually not been discussed but it went right along with dominating her. “I could take your ass if I wanted. But that wouldn’t get me a child, would it?”

“No…” Eva said, breathing harder as Dorian’s tongue trailed up the inside of her thigh.

“In fact, I don’t trust your with your mouth free,” Tatiana said, pulling out the ball gag. “I’ll be the one servicing my husband and making sure he is good and hard. Let’s make sure you don’t ruin the moment.”

“Wait,” Dorian said, seeing the look of fear in Eva’s eyes. It was a huge risk for her, letting these near-strangers into her home, and gagging her would take away her only defense against severe mistreatment. “Go get your keys first.”

“Where are you going with this?” Tatiana asked him, curiosity written across her face.

“You’ll see,” Dorian said.

Eva returned with the key ring. Dorian stepped close to her and made her grip the keys tightly, curling her fingers in with his own.

“Our future child’s safety will depend on yours,” Dorian began. “I want you to pay very close attention to how you feel. Any pain? Discomfort?”

“No.”

“Ah ahhh. You don’t speak. Understand? That’s what the gag is for, you won’t be able to. Again I ask, any physical or emotional conditions beyond your comfort level?”

She shook her head. Dorian stepped around behind her.

“Good girl. Now, if that ever changes, I want you to drop that key ring. Tat, hand over her mouth.”

Tatiana stepped forward and covered the girl’s mouth. Dorian began lightly striking Eva’s buttocks with an open hand, turning them slightly pink and making Eva moan into Tatiana’s palm. Dorian reached up and pressed a knuckle right into Eva’s ribs on the side, in a sensitive spot. Eva squealed in protest, pulling away from him, and the keys fell to the floor.

“Tat, hands off.” Dorian and Tatiana stepped back away from Eva and gave her a moment of space.

“Ow!” Eva said, rubbing the spot.

“You see, that’s how it works. You drop those keys, everything stops. We’ll be watching and listening for it, won’t we dear?” Dorian said.

“Yes sir,” Tatiana purred.

“So, we’ve decided to accept your offer, and we will proceed with the impregnation immediately. If you’re ready to begin, grab your rabbit toy, pick those keys up, and lie down on the bed. We’re going to reward you for following directions so precisely,” Dorian said. “Tat, the gag.”

Eva kept her eyes on the floor, considering. Then, she made a decision, moving to a hamper of folded towels, under which was a box, from which she removed her rabbit, and scooped up the keys, laying the toy on the bed and lying down next to it. Tatiana unpacked the gag, and went out to rinse it in the kitchen sink quickly.

“This one’s brand new. Just getting all the manufacturing dust off,” she explained.

“Start with the toy. We’ll deal with you in a moment,” Dorian told Eva with a suggestive drop of his tone.

The siblings, now on two levels of role play pretending to be husband and wife, who were then pretending to begin impregnating Eva, began to shed clothes as they made out. The buzz of the toy started up, and once Dorian and Tatiana were both naked, Tatiana pulled out her new lingerie and put it on as Dorian watched her and put the ball gag in Eva’s mouth and fixed the buckle behind her head.

“You brought your dildo, too?” Dorian asked.

“I want to feel you when you’re planting that child in my fertile soil,” Tatiana replied.

“Ah, I was wondering why you used that clone-a-dick kit when you could just have the real thing,” Dorian smirked.

“And sometimes I want you when you’re at work. A girl’s gotta make do,” she winked at him.

Eva’s first orgasm washed over her as Tatiana sank to her knees and put her lips around Dorian’s cockhead. Her hips lifted off the bed and slammed back down repeatedly as the sight of the cock being prepared to penetrate her drove her mind into overdrive, already imagining the wet pulsing of it deep inside her. Her womb flooded with only her own juices, but the shaking of her body attested to the powerful sense of fullness she was expecting soon.

“That’s right, little girl. Anticipate the privilege that it is to accept my manly blessings,” Dorian ordered her, his voice like velvet wrapped around iron.

Tatiana growled around his cock, looking up at him with fire in her own eyes.

“How’s your pussy, is it wet enough for me?” Dorian said, staring down at her.

“Maybe one more hard climax. Don’t know how many cobwebs I’ve got to flush out,” Tatiana said, stroking Dorian’s cock with both hands and giving a wink over in Eva’s direction.

Eva tried to protest, but of course the gag prevented her. She settled for an indignant glare, which turned into a surprised widening of the eyes accompanied by a moan as Tatiana inhaled her lover’s appendage in one gulp and met the woman’s gaze haughtily. Tatiana gagged and pulled back, leaving a heavy layer of thick saliva draped across Dorian’s member, still connecting him to her lips.

“That’s right, little girl. I know how to please my man, so if you ever had any thought about keeping the child and stealing Dorian from me, you just forget it right now. I know what he likes, and he’s never leaving me. Isn’t that so, husband?”

“Indeed, remember your place, incubator. You’re a birth canal attached to a baby oven. Don’t think you’ll ever be what Tatiana is to me,” Dorian replied, grabbing a fistful of his sister’s hair roots and shoving her back down to slam her forehead into his belly as his balls hit her chin.

“Mm, you always know just how to get me ready,” Dorian purred. He climbed up on the bed and lay sideways, planting his tongue on Eva’s clit and two fingers in her vagina as Tatiana continued sucking him to maximum hardness. Eva had three small orgasms followed by a hard one.

“I think my pussy’s ready now,” Tatiana said.

“Then let’s get this family started,” Dorian growled, pulling Eva near the edge of the bed roughly and flipping her over. Tatiana slipped towards the head of the bed and lay on her back, propped up by all the pillows she could quickly grab. Her left leg went up over the back of Eva’s head, and held her in place, face pressed to the covers. Eva’s hands stretched forward, and Tatiana held the one that didn’t have the keys in it with her own left hand, trapping her with her ass high in the air. Tatiana’s right foot hooked around Eva’s knee, pulling her open for Dorian to enter her from behind, his feet just barely hanging off the edge of the bed. Tatiana’s right hand held the dildo replica of Dorian’s dick, which she pushed into herself as he entered Eva’s snatch, trying to match the sensations of her brother going oh-so-deep, which she was rapidly becoming familiar with the last few weeks. Dorian and Tatiana locked eyes, silently sharing the same thought.

‘Fuck your sister’s pussy,’ Tatiana mouthed.

“Damn, your cunts are both so wet,” Dorian grinned at her.

“Yeah? We picked a good one?” she replied. “I love how you feel inside me… husband. I can’t wait for you to paint my insides with those family jewels.”

Eva’s stifled squeals and groans carried weakly from under Tatiana’s clenched knee, every breath vibrating her chest in one long, broken, wordless cry of pleasure. She came twice more, one just before Dorian’s own and which triggered his, and one just after as she felt his semen running down the inside of her thigh. She wriggled in ecstatic agony and finally cast the keychain to the floor. Tatiana let her up and settled back against the cushions as Dorian licked his sister’s clit as he took over, pumping his fake cock in and out of her until she clenched up, holding his head in place with her own bed-shaking climax. Eva lay on her back, head turned to watch them, ball gag discarded on the floor next to the keychain, eyed fixed wide on the couple gently cooing and caressing on the bed next to her in the aftermath.

“God, this has been the best day of my life,” Eva sighed. “The only way you two could be hotter is if you were brother and sister. I mean, unless you’re not into that. You two look very similar, you could pull it off, I’m just saying.”

Dorian and Tatiana looked at her, then looked back at each other, then laughed. “Don’t let us tell you otherwise!” Dorian cackled.

“Oh my GOD, you two are so KINKY I love it!” Eva giggled.

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Tatiana got a message from Eva a few days later. ‘Thank you for a wonderful weekend. It was such a privilege being able to fulfill this fantasy for you, and I enjoyed it so much. I hope if you decide you want to get a surrogate for real, you will consider me. For you, I would actually do it.’

‘Tell me you’re not serious. Don’t play me like that,’ Tatiana wrote back.

‘Completely serious. Just one condition.’ Eva replied.

‘What’s that?’

‘We do it the natural way.’

“Dor! We have a winner!” she yelled, running into the kitchen and shoving her phone in his face as he was cooking dinner.

“Gah, I’m busy here, what… Oh!”

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They looked through the catalogue of male donors together. One stood out.

“Adamo,” Tatiana read out loud. “High IQ. A literal rocket scientist. No time for children of his own.”

“I think he’s got the skin,” Dorian said.

“Oh, god, that rich hue, and he’s got the eyes too, I love it. Can you imagine him and Jill together?”

“Fucking incredible. I’d put that video on every time we make love.”

There was an audio CD of his voice recording. The deep baritone of him reading his own poetry made Tatiana sigh and bury her face in Dorian’s shoulder.

“That one?” Dorian said.

“Mm hmm,” Tatiana said.

They scheduled a time with her ovulation cycle, and he made slow anal love to her the night before, filling her rectum with his seed.

“It’s time for this then,” he said, getting down on one knee and pulling out a small box.

“Oh, Dor… is this…?”

“Open it,” he said, smiling.

Her trembling hands flipped the lid. A light green peridot jewel, her birthstone that also matched her eyes, sparkled on a gold ring. “Oh- it’s beautiful!”

“Now it’s official. You’re my wife, out in public, even if we can’t get the government to say it.”

She burst into tears and hugged him hard.

“I love you so much! We’ll have to get you one, too.”

“Of course.”

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Dorian and Tatiana visited Eva as she was starting to show, after a doctor’s visit of her own.

“I’m pregnant too,” Tatiana said.

“I thought you couldn’t?” Eva said.

“We… can’t together,” Dorian said, remembering Ovidia’s warning not to come out and admit the incestuous nature of their relationship. “Our family histories put us at too much risk of certain genetic disorders. But if we have children with others, we can raise them as ours.”

“Oh! You could technically breastfeed both of them very quickly,” Eva said. “I wouldn’t even be out of work too long that way.”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Dorian said.

“Would I produce enough milk though?” Tatiana said. “I know I have two breasts, but…”

“You’d want to come take some from me, I’d pump it daily,” Eva said. “Sagging comes partially from stretching due to internal pressure, so I’d be doing it anyway for about a year. You’d probably want to as well, so you’d always have some when they were hungry.”

“This is so wonderful. I can’t believe how well this is turning out,” Tatiana said, giving Dorian a big kiss.

“I know. I hope it stays this way forever,” he replied. “Oh, I got you something,” he said, pulling his shirt off.

“You got me a boo-boo?” Tatiana smirked at him.

“Brat, I can spank you without endangering the baby, don’t push me,” he said. “It’s a tattoo of your face. That picture you sent me the other day? I photoshopped it with the traits we were looking for and took it to an artist and had him put you in full color right here on my chest. It’s a tit-for-Tat situation,” he teased.

“You are the worse br- husband ever. Why did I ever elope with you?” she said scathingly.

He went to grab her face, intending to follow it up with a spanking, but she grabbed his hand and throated his middle finger.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me horny again,” Eva said. “My rabbit is dead, thanks to both of you. I don’t mean the batteries, I mean I literally wore the damn thing out.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” Dorian said. “Call your boyfriend.”

“He can’t keep up with me either,” Eva mumbled. “And my schedule doesn’t line up with his.”

“Love calls for such sacrifice,” Tatiana intoned. “It is the price of achieving our dreams.”

“I pay it gladly,” Eva smiled.

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One year later, Tatiana and Dorian were enjoying a rare moment, with both of the toddlers fast asleep for an afternoon nap, kissing and holding hands.

“Your boobs are officially bigger,” Dorian said, stroking one with a stupid grin.

“When two children *you* have breastfed, look as good, you will not,” Tatiana said in her best Yoda impression. They both laughed.

“Hey, I think it’s great, they’re softer and more pillowy, but not wrinkly or ugly at all. I used to love putting my face there, but now I also love leaving it there for awhile and just relaxing.” Dorian put his fist between her breasts, mimicking the place where his head would rest if they were lying in bed.

“We weaned them slowly like Eva said, and I’ve been working out. You still think I’m sexy?”

“Of course. They’re not flappy like Uncle Dan’s beer gut. I think they’re even more perfect now.”

There was a knock on the door. Dorian looked over at Tatiana; she shrugged, and got up to answer it.

“We’re very disappointed.”

“Wha- hey!” Tatiana protested as the door was thrown open violently, slamming into the wall with a loud BAM and knocking her to the floor.

Dorian got up in a fury, then saw who it was storming in.

“Dad!? What the fuck, man?”

“Is that any way to speak to your father, son?”

“Hey, you said under your roof, your rules. Well this is my roof,” Dorian yelled.

“We’re still your parents. We have a duty to bring you back onto the path of righteousness. And we have reason to believe many rules were broken under our roof, very serious ones.”

Dorian vaguely noticed his mother had come in, and was talking with Tatiana as she lay on the floor in shock.

“You told him?” Tatiana was saying.

“I had to. He’s my husband, and we’re charged with guiding your journey with God.”

“You told mom about us!?” Dorian growled, a hot feeling of betrayal growing in his gut. In the other room, their babies started crying.

“I didn’t mean to! I just-” Tatiana said, before their mother interrupted.

“There now honey, the Lord works in mysterious ways. His angels inspired you to stray from the path of wickedness for us to bring you back to grace.”

“We’re not going back,” Dorian said loudly. “I won’t allow it.”

“We were afraid of that,” their father said. “But if we can’t convince you to turn from this path you’re on willingly, you’ve forced us to take special measures.”

“You’d better go. You’re not welcome here, and I’m calling the cops.” Dorian pulled his phone out of his pocket.

‘911 emergency servic-‘

The last thing Dorian saw was his father raising a pistol, and the horror on his sister’s face.

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‘I guess that was inevitable,’ Dorian thought to himself. The words sat there, floating for awhile, taking some time to get processed. After awhile it all sank in, feeling like he was dead. What had happened to Tatiana? The babies? Had they all been murdered in cold blood, destroying everything he’d ever done in his life? He drifted alone in his thoughts timelessly, unable to answer and no touchstone to guide him. But after awhile it occurred to him to wonder how it was that he was having any thoughts at all.

‘I think, therefore I am. Therefore… I still live, in some way.’

He blinked. This surprised him more than being alive; he hadn’t blinked in what felt like quite some time, and hadn’t realized he could, and wasn’t sure if he should. It didn’t feel necessary to keep his eyes lubricated. But if he had eyelids, what else did he still have? Hands, he realized, waving them in front of his face. He touched himself, getting sensations of unreality as he did so. This was not the body he’d occupied for all of his last life, though it was shaped like a human’s. How many lives were there? Where was he now? He cast his awareness out and away from himself, discovering that he had to consciously do so in order to perceive this new world around him. His emotions were numb; he knew he should be outraged, furious, despairing… anything but the near-emptiness he had in that moment. He was on a bed, he discovered, lying down. With great effort, he sat up.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

Dorian peered with intent towards the source of the voice.

“Ovidia.”

“In the true spirit, not the flesh. I haven’t had flesh in ages, but this is my true form. And that is your true form.”

“Where are we?”

“This is my realm.”

She snapped her fingers, and everything came into focus, details of the surrounding area becoming easier to take in. It was a fine bedroom, sparsely appointed but everything stylish and well-crafted. The blanket on the bed was an ornate and beautiful quilt, with swirling hypnotic patterns of color fading into each other, almost appearing to move.

“You broke your promise,” Dorian said, finding steel in his voice.

“Not I,” she replied, grimacing.

The next thing he knew, he had her pressed up against the glass wall, fingers around her throat, snarling.

“You said we would never be found out!”

“As long as you didn’t tell.”

It hit him like a punch in the gut. Tatiana had told their mother, who had told their father, who had-

“I’m dead,” he said. “What about Tatiana?”

“Such dedication,” Ovidia said, smiling, looking down.

She was tracing her ethereal fingers over his chest. Dorian looked down to see that she was stroking his tattoo of his sister’s face, which was still there.

“Wait. This isn’t my old body. How-?”

“This change you made to yourself with intent and at the cost of pain, it’s a part of how you see yourself. It will remain with you, perhaps for eternity.”

“What about my sister?!” he demanded, slamming Ovidia’s head against the window.

“She is resting.”

“What does that mean? Is she alive, or isn’t she?”

“What does it mean, to be alive? Is it the peak emotions of the human experience that makes a person alive? Is it conscious thought? Is it learning and growing?”

“Don’t give me riddles. Tell me, would a doctor say she is alive or dead?”

Ovidia sighed. “Do you want to see it? The moments after you passed over?”

“…yes.”

She waved her hand, and the full-wall window behind her shift, showing another world, his old apartment, right from the perspective of where he’d been standing moments before he died. He stepped back to get a full view of it, and let go of Ovidia, who walked to his side.

Tatiana lay on the floor, tears running down her face distorted with grief and terror, mouth wide and neck straining with tension. Ovidia snapped her fingers, sending the terrible scene into a real-time playback. Tatiana wailed from the floor, and their father stepped into view, holding a gun that slowly seeped a trickle of smoke.

“No!” she wailed with their mother’s hand over her mouth, muffling the sound. “Dorian!”

She couldn’t produce any other words through the sobs and shrieks; their mother held her still and their father produced some rope which he tied around her head, and through her mouth, gagging her cries. Their parents both had gloves on, he finally noticed.

“They planned this,” Dorian whispered to himself.

Tatiana lay unresisting as she was stripped bare and tied up.

“She has his name on her back,” his mother said. “And a ring.”

His father went briefly back to where Dorian’s body must have been, and returned a moment later. “He has her face on his chest, and a ring as well. It’s as we feared. You did the right thing, Karen.”

“I know. It’s just so hard… our own flesh and blood…”

“They were hurtling on a path to Hell. We could not turn them away… but we could stop them from building a family and taking it with them.”

Their father stepped forward and raised the gun, firing once. Tatiana fell back and lay still.

“It is finished,” he said.

“No, it’s not,” their mother said, turning to the cries of the children in the next room.

“We must leave,” his father said. “He was calling the police and they will be coming to check the place out. We must be gone by then.”

“Can we just leave the babies here?” his mother said.

“We must. If we are implicated, they will never let us take guardianship. For the good of their immortal souls, we must raise them better than we did their parents. They are infants, they can be turned from the path of wickedness. This will be our penance, to never allow them to step the first foot on that journey.”

His mother sagged in her own grief. Then she nodded. “So be it.”

They turned towards the door, and Ovidia snapped her fingers, turning the scene back into the view of a cityscape. He hadn’t really noticed what was behind the glass until then; she had been keeping his focus in the room.

“An honor killing,” Ovidia said after a long moment.

“Tatiana…” Dorian whispered. “But that means she is dead, too. Is she here?”

Ovidia turned her eyes up, listening to something only she could hear. “She is awakening. Will you come see her?”

“Of course,” Dorian said. “You know, your language skills have greatly improved.”

“Have they? You think that’s English we’re speaking now?”

Dorian’s finger paused before his pronouncement as he considered the question. The words did not feel like what he remembered. He just knew that his intent was being expressed, and he could understand hers.

“What the hell? If not that, then…?”

“The spirit language is the oldest of all. It does not have words as you would think of them, but shapes in your mind.”

Ovidia led him out of the apartment, walking like a normal person. He followed to another door, which she turned the handle and opened. They entered another bedroom, on which an indistinct figure lay.

“Dorian…” it whispered. “I have to…”

“Tatiana!” he called, trying to rush to her, but Ovidia’s hand held him like a vice by the shoulder.

“Ssh. Give her a moment. She cannot hear us yet. The transition is not complete. Many ties you both had to the mortal realm, and her work as a mother she thinks is incomplete. But the medics will take the children away, and then she will have no reason to remain in that place.”

“It’s… still happening up there? Or wherever it is, relatively speaking.”

“I have remained attached to the time stream, through the book you used to summon me. There are those who can be any place, any time, but have no way to be seen or touch anything of consequence.”

“Other demons,” Dorian said.

“And angels. We are competing for dominance. But come, time for those explanations with you both later. She stirs.”

The figure on the bed took on a more distinctive feminine form.

“Tat!”

The figure shrieked, rolled off the bed away from him, and flailed.

“Stay away! Imposter! I watched you die! Oh gods, Dorian… Dorian my love…” she sobbed.

Ovidia held him back. “Give her a little space. This is hard for her, you know.”

“I- yes. OK.”

He stood with Ovidia waiting as Tatiana stumbled about blindly, then fell to the floor and lay for many minutes, beating her hands on the floor and the wall.

“…the babies… MY BABIES! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THEM, TRAITOR!”

And in a flash, Tatiana had Ovidia up against the window, much as Dorian had in the other room.

“Peace, your children will be cared for,” Ovidia said calmly, through all the shaking.

“With my parents! God, some of the most dangerous, fanatical people in the world, they killed us, their own children! And they are who are going to raise my babies!”

Tatiana shrieked as something fell past the window. “What was that!?”

“We’re getting some light brimstone today,” Ovidia said.

They looked closely; in the distance, another small flaming chunk fell towards the ground.

“Oh god… we’re in hell aren’t we? We’re literally in hell,” Tatiana said.

“You put the book away, did you not?” Ovidia said to Dorian. “Paid for eighteen years?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Good… wonderful. Let me tell you what is going to happen. Your parents will raise them, yes, but burdened by guilt and misery. They believe they have done the right thing, but doubt will forever nag at them, leading them to let slip important facts about you. Children are insatiable learners, and very little will escape their notice, though they will not know what to do with this information at first. Then, the notice of the safe deposit box will arrive, that the next payment is due. Your parents will send your children – alone – to collect its contents rather than pay it. There they will find my book, and the mystery of it will drive them to research its origins. They will be eighteen by the time they are ready, but someday, they will summon me themselves. And you can be there with me.”

“Can we see them grow up?” Tatiana said, releasing Ovidia and stepping over to embrace Dorian in a tight hug.

“Yes. My powers were limited before, but now that you’re here, I have the strength to do this.”

“We’re making you stronger?” Dorian said. “How is that? Aren’t we dead and powerless?”

“The tally of your life is made. Your souls belong to me now. At this stage of history, there are only a few independent demons or angels which have any followers at all, and this puts me well above the vast hordes that populate the firmament. I have struggled to provide you with the results you wanted on your breeding ritual. Those numbers are wildly against you, more than you knew; they will be much more your children than the others you chose to combine with. But now your son and daughter can have the opportunities you were dreaming of, being able to fully retain the physical characteristics they wish in their offspring. Being sequestered from the world at large even more than you were, they will have grown close, and the first time they summon me, I will be able to give them the lost-virginity experience they by then will crave, at the end of a tumultuous adolescence. Who they are, and what they choose, they will have to decide for themselves. I can only show them your footsteps, I cannot make them follow in them.”

“We’re your first… subjects or whatever?” Dorian said. “How did it take you this long?”

Ovidia nodded. “I consulted a seer once. We have gifts, you see. Currency in this place is granted by the Powers of Creation, that spawned us all. I spent all of mine on a prophecy – a glimpse at the opportunities across the mortal realm. So many of my kind chose to compete for the meager chances early in the history of your world. They believed that small investments would grow over time to become overwhelming forces of influence. Only a few were correct; the rest have diminished in wars waged by proxy, among the mortals who believed. Most have vanished and are now entirely powerless, forever damned.”

“But not you,” Dorian said.

“No. I let my book fall into obscurity, and I waited for the right time, the right person. For you.”

“But there were others over the ages that you made bargains with. None of them are here.”

“There were none alive who dared defy me such that I could take their soul immediately. Not that it would have been very good; a soul taken is far less valuable than one given freely, like yours. The others fulfilled their bargains and afterwards repented, to reclaim their souls for others such as Yahweh.”

“You mean God is real?” Tatiana said.

“Not a god as you would think of it – certainly not omnipotent as you were taught. Yahweh is an angel, and a shrewd negotiator, his only real power is to bring others together. He formed a coalition whose members all joined forces to spread their summoning books far and wide, and produced what you would call the Old Testament to tie themselves together. When it became clear that the strategy was working, another group joined them with their New Testament, and formed the factions of Christianity we see today, aiding the saints and disciples. Yahweh is first among them, but none are supreme, and there are others who have done similar things such as Brahma, Allah, Krishna, Buddha, and so on. Secrecy and infighting have lost or hidden the rituals used to summon them, however, and their control of the religions they started has become weak. They no longer have direct influence, and their powers are mostly spent maintaining the spaces they have, and managing the infighting among the followers they have. They made bargains, you see, promises they now have to keep. In the early days of human existence, life was hard. Food was scarce, disease and war raged unchecked. The celestials had to expend significant power, and promise to expend significantly more, just to help their churches continue to exist. They did not anticipate how that would drain them as their domains grew, their followers increased in number, and as time marched on. Humanity is now ripe for the taking, if only we can apply ourselves wisely. And as my domain is young, it has much room to shape what it will become. It could be great and terrible, dictating the terms of all from on high, as Yahweh does… or, as I suspect you would prefer, it can be softer, more loving, more open to the whimsy and interest of the individuals within.”

“Everything we were hoping to be,” Tatiana said softly, hugging Dorian tight.

“So our family could be tied to you? Summon you, benefit from your power?” Dorian said.

Ovidia said, “Yes. And you can be summoned with me, will even be able to meet them, and help guide their destiny. If we work together, our people will multiply, and will be supreme among all humanity. No one will have the strength to stop our growth and prosperity. Do you know, the age of space travel is quickly approaching? If the first planet itself does not die before sustainable life among the others is achieved, our possibilities are greater than your mortal minds could ever have imagined. Our spirits can grow to match, however, here on this side. As more generations join us, I can even empower you with greater faculties.”

“This is a lot to take in,” Dorian said.

“What about our children now? Can we see them?” Tatiana said.

“You have had much to process already. I think you have seen enough for today. I give you my word, they are still healthy,” Ovidia replied. “I can show you those moments later. But we are all here, now… and for the first time, you can touch me directly, and I can touch you. What do you say we make a deal, for your futures?”

“A deal? You already have our souls. What more could you possibly want? Our firstborn? We couldn’t exactly deliver that,” Tatiana scoffed.

“I hope to show you that I am the best thing for them as well. Though I have you here, and your souls empower me, I would have your active contribution. This is where the other religious figures falter. They have made agreements, very specific ones, but find that the strictures they once set are now holding them back. The people whom they recruited, so long ago, have old ideas, and see only the facade that their so-called god has provided them. As such, they cannot act in accord with the changing needs of the time. They are, literally, stuck in the past, unable to come to terms with the modern world.”

“It seems to me we have almost twenty years to negotiate terms,” Dorian said.

“I guess we don’t have anywhere else to be, do we?” Tatiana said.

“And here, you are perfectly safe,” Ovidia added.

Dorian looked at Tatiana, and she looked back. Experiencing one’s own death on Earth would have taken years to process, years of nightmares and long nights, and lots of therapy, if it happened at all. But here in the succubus’s realm, there were no biological components to slow their healing, to force them to relive the trauma over and over. Here they could examine what had happened, accept it, and find their peace. And where the pain had been there blossomed a deep and joyful hope.

“Turn around,” Dorian said. Tatiana twirled, her hand in his. “You’ve still got my name tattooed on you.”

“And you’ve still got my face on you,” she replied.

“You wanted me to be a part of you forever, didn’t you?” Dorian said.

His sister nodded. “Wasn’t that the point for you too?”

“Yeah, and now we are together, forever.”

She grinned. “We still have our family, sort of. We can watch them growing up, right?”

Ovidia nodded.

“We can’t truly join them until they grow up themselves, and find the book. But when they do…” Tatiana said.

“We can show them what love means,” Dorian said.

“A crucial moment that will be,” Ovidia said. “You must be persuasive. As I said, I cannot force them to join this idea. Their very minds are still developing, until they reach twenty-five years of age; my influence is very short-lived.”

“What do you suggest?” Dorian said.

“There’s nothing any force in heaven or hell can do that can stop you from expressing whatever you wish in this place,” Ovidia reminded them. “But freedom is a great gift, and I wish to extend it to you, and your children. Let me show you exactly what that means, my own special way. Start now, so that when the time comes, the force of your love will make a compelling argument for your children to leave your parents behind, and start a new life together, as you did. Be prepared to show them pleasure beyond their imagining. What I mean is, fuck each others’ brains out now, as practice to make a show so engrossing they can’t imagine not wanting to be just like you.”

Ovidia stepped closer, stroking both of them on the back of the head and neck, and down their backs.

” ‘You catch more flies with honey than vinegar’,” Tatiana quoted.

“You understand,” Ovidia nodded.

“You’d better learn to please me right,” Tatiana giggled.

“I thought I did OK, never heard you complain,” Dorian replied.

“Mm, never. But think about what our usual lovemaking looks like from outside. Ovidia?”

“Yes, you are quite rough, Dorian,” the succubus said. “You may want to learn to be gentler, more passive, at least for their sake. Your possessive streak will put them off until they are ready to see it. Think about how your parents look from the outside, in comparison to a liberated adult.”

“Ouch. I definitely don’t want to come across like my dad.”

“I have to know something,” Tatiana said. “I really never meant to tell mom about us. What happened? Was that you? You can’t force us to break the deal, right?”

“I cannot, nor did I wish to,” Ovidia said, getting a grave look on her face. “I sense the influence of another power. Angel Moroni himself interceded, if I know him at all. Your mother made some bargain which I could not counter. Our bargain was first, and it took precedence; he could only exploit a flaw in the wording, but with his strength that was enough to defeat our efforts in the end.”

“But…” Tatiana struggled for what she was trying to say.

“If I’d had the foresight to phrase it differently, then would everything have turned out better? Prophecy is a slippery thing,” the succubus said. “It may be that some worse fate awaited you, had it gone another path, and the way to tell me the greatest opportunity, as I asked the seer to do, was to specifically omit this knowledge.”

“It’s too late to change now,” Dorian said. “We’ll just have to make the best of what we have.”

“And there I agree whole-heartedly,” Ovidia said. “Because what we have here is eighteen years with two lovely people who love each other dearly, and a succubus to guide them to heights previously unimaginable. Go ahead, reaffirm your love, and let me bless it.”

“Dor…” Tatiana said, looking deep in his eyes. “Dor! Your eyes!”

“Tat, your skin’s changed.”

“Yours too. And you’re blonde! Are we… we don’t have our old bodies. Did we take on those traits we wanted for our children?”

“Oh my god, I think we did. Was this your doing?” Dorian asked Ovidia.

“After a fashion. I can control your appearance, to some degree. In my domain, my power is supreme, but all I had to do was give your souls the freedom to remake themselves. Your desires to be close to your children, and to wish for them to manifest these changes, allowed you to internalize them. I simply provided the fire, you are the ones who reforged yourselves in this image.”

Dorian wrapped his hands around Tatiana’s head from brows to where his pinkies from both hands met in the back, pulling her in hard for a kiss as she put both of her hands around his rapidly-growing penis. Ovidia lay sideways on the bed, a knee up in the air, one hand propping up her chin and the other on her pubic mound, stirring her own genitals. Tatiana sank to her knees and was about to start sucking her brother off when she looked over.

“What… is that?” she asked.

“I am built a bit different, as you can see,” Ovidia said, gesturing to the cock that had grown out of her engorged clit. “I am man, and I am woman, and I am something more than either.”

“Is that your true form? Are all succubi like that?” Dorian said, mouth agape.

“We can choose the form we grow into. Many angels have remained in their original shape, entirely sexless, and oblivious to what they are missing. A fuccubus, by necessity, will spend some of their power to take on a sex.”

“A fuccubus?” Dorian said.

“A sex demon, obviously,” Tatiana said.

“I prefer the female form for summoning, as it is less threatening,” Ovidia nodded. “Some took on female sex, and became a succubus. Some said, male sex, and became an incubus. I said, sex? Yes, please! And this is what I am now. I find that it gives me insights into both body types.”

“How did that put you on the path to incest?” Dorian said.

“Come, young ones. Why don’t you pleasure me together and then let your new mommy tell you a story?”

Tatiana’s nervous smile met Dorian’s sarcastic grin, and they kissed just the briefest moment before diving into Ovidia’s crotch, Tatiana sucking on the cock and Dorian tonguing and fingering the opening of the vulva.

“Dor, I have an idea,” Tatiana said. “Why don’t you give her your dick while I climb on top? We can face each other and make out while we have a three-way fuck going.”

“Mmm, my two eager devil children,” Ovidia purred. “We are going to have so much fun. Tat, come up here and suck both dicks until we’re both wet and ready to go.”

Tatiana was pretty sure that lubrication didn’t work the same way here as it did on Earth, but did as she was told. Sucking two dicks became mesmerizing, and she swapped back and forth for much longer than necessary. The succubus tongued Tatiana’s clit and nibbled her labia until she was soaked and filling the room with her fragrance.