Shock and Horror #3
Yuria could not believe her own eyes. It was not that her mother had willingly chosen to become a monster. Of course that alone was horrifying, but the decisive blow came when her mother stripped away Tyrat’s imperial robe and that thick cock sprang free. ‘Th-that’s…’
Its size, its length, even the bulging veins were identical to Jihyeok’s. After countless nights of sex and devoted service, there was no way she could fail to recognize it. She was certain. That was Jihyeok’s magnificent, peerless cock.
‘This… has to be a dream…’ Yuria’s pupils rolled upward until only the whites showed. In that instant—
“This is reality.”
At Tyrat’s low, resonant murmur, her eyes snapped back into focus.
‘Hah!’
Startled back to awareness, Yuria ignored the sight of her own mother grasping Tyrat’s shaft and guiding it to her lips. She could only stare at his face.
‘Explain… explain it to me…!’
She was teetering on the edge of madness. She needed an explanation more than she needed air. Yet Tyrat’s next words brutally shattered her desperate plea.
“Watch closely. Witness the process of Margaret’s transformation. I will not permit you to lose consciousness.”
Crack!
The command echoed inside her skull like a hammer striking glass, sending fractures through Yuria’s heart. Had she not already seen the cock, she might have felt only terror, or perhaps summoned the courage to scoff. But now everything was different. Tyrat’s voice sounded so much like Jihyeok’s that her body instinctively yearned to obey. No—it did not yearn. It had to obey.
While a violent storm raged inside Yuria’s chest, Tyrat jerked his chin toward Margaret. The signal to begin.
Margaret gathered her vivid red lips and pressed a reverent kiss to the head of Tyrat’s cock, swearing her submission. Then she opened her mouth wide and swallowed him whole.
“Haaum…”
Her body shuddered as she began to service him.
“Chyuuup…! Slurp… Heum…♡”
Yuria was staring at her mother’s back. The way those lewd hips swayed like a fawning pet was utterly vulgar. She wanted to look away, but Tyrat’s command held her in place. Worse, she hated herself for finding something beautiful in her mother’s obscene display.
“Slurp! Huam…! Chyup… Slurp!”
Margaret’s head moved faster and faster, bobbing with shameless enthusiasm. She even produced wet, choking sounds while devoting herself entirely to her master’s pleasure. Clear nectar poured from her smooth, plump pussy, sliding down her thighs and puddling on the floor.
Tyrat, receiving the service with an indifferent expression, asked calmly, “To serve your master in front of the daughter you love… how does it feel?”
Margaret pushed her lips all the way to the root, then slowly drew back. Turning her head halfway, she gave Yuria a sidelong glance and answered in a sultry voice.
“Puhe… It’s the absolute best…♡ Haup!”
She resumed her eager service, deliberately making every filthy sound louder, as if to ensure her daughter both saw and heard everything. Yuria’s face burned crimson even as she felt her sanity cracking. Watching her mother’s enthusiastic submission had aroused her.
The crotch of her white leotard grew slick. Hot, shameful breaths kept escaping her nose.
After a long while, Tyrat suddenly seized Margaret’s head and slammed it downward.
“Uup!!”
Margaret braced her hands on his knees and tensed. Even while gagging and coughing, she refused to let his cock slip from her throat.
Stop! Don’t torment my mother! Yuria tried to scream, but no sound emerged.
Tyrat stared straight into her eyes and commanded her mother in a flat, emotionless tone.
“Swallow every drop.”
Margaret nodded with the cock still buried in her throat. Then—
“Uup! Uuuup!”
She thrashed wildly, letting out muffled, distressed noises. Tyrat had begun to ejaculate. Yuria watched Margaret’s throat bulge again and again as she gulped down the Demon King’s thick semen all the way to her stomach.
After a long minute of rhythmic swallowing, Tyrat finally released her head. Margaret pulled off with a wet pop.
“Puhek! Kehek! Kek!”
She collapsed sideways, coughing violently. Only thick, transparent saliva spilled from her lips. Tyrat’s cock gleamed, spotlessly clean. Proof that she had swallowed every drop and then carefully licked him clean.
Mother…!
Tears flooded Yuria’s eyes. Her vision blurred. When the hot tears finally spilled down her cheeks and cleared her sight, she saw dark energy rising from her mother’s body.
Goooo…!
The black aura surged, then sank instantly into every inch of Margaret’s flesh. Her body convulsed once, violently.
And Yuria saw it.
“Haaaa…♡”
Crack!
A coquettish moan escaped as ominous, tearing sounds erupted from Margaret’s shoulder blades and tailbone. Her body twitched twice more. Yuria instinctively sensed something terrible was coming, yet her mother’s form remained intact.
“Huuuu… Haung…”
Panting, Margaret straightened her spine. Her voice dripped with arousal as she spoke.
“I can feel it… The Demon King’s seed is rampaging inside me…♡ It wants to come out…! It’s trying to rebirth me…! Demon King… please, grant me your new favor quickly…”
“Very well. Climb up.”
“Aang♡”
Twisting seductively, Margaret straddled Tyrat’s lap and pressed her drenched pussy against his cock. Then she dropped her hips, swallowing every inch in a single motion.
Squish!
“Hyaaaaaaaak!”
It was the loudest cry she had uttered yet—so loud that Yuria’s own pussy clenched and grew even wetter. Margaret braced her hands on Tyrat’s broad shoulders and began to ride him furiously.
Squish! Squish!
“Huung…♡ Demon King…! How does my pussy feel…?”
Her hips moved faster and faster, shameless and greedy. Squishsquishsquish!
Watching her mother’s vulgar movements, Yuria’s heart hammered. She remembered how she herself had ridden Jihyeok exactly like this—taking him to the root, slamming her hips desperately for their mutual pleasure. The side profile of her mother looked eerily like her own. And the Tyrat she serviced looked so much like Jihyeok. The resemblance made the scene far too easy to imagine.
Tyrat chuckled darkly as he watched Yuria’s reaction.
“Your daughter is blessing your subordination.”
“Huaaang♡ Is that so…? My back is turned… I cannot see her…♡”
Squishsquishsquishsquish!
“It is obvious. Her eyes are shining with joy.”
“Aang♡ I’m so excited…!”
Squiiiish!
Perhaps the immoral thrill of being watched by her daughter pushed her over the edge. Margaret threw her head back as a powerful gush of girl-cum sprayed from her pussy, soaking the throne’s cushion and dripping onto the floor.
“Kyaaaaaaa…♡”
She was deliberately showing her daughter just how aroused she had become. Her frantic hips gradually slowed while even more black energy poured from her body than before.
Yuria’s heart pounded so hard she feared it might burst. She thought Tyrat’s cruel taunting of both mother and daughter was utterly vicious. She also thought it suited him perfectly. And she hated herself for accepting her mother’s disgraceful state.
While Yuria’s conflicted arousal continued to rise, Margaret’s transformation neared completion. Tyrat’s eyes twitched; the urge to cum had arrived. He wrapped his powerful arms around her waist and asked,
“Are you prepared?”
“Yeees…! I’m ready…!”
“Your final words as a human?”
“Haang! Thank you… for freeing this worm-like existence…!♡”
“A fine answer. Receive it.”
The veins on Tyrat’s arms bulged as he tightened his grip. At the same moment, Margaret’s body convulsed as if struck by lightning.
“Kyaaaaaaaaa♡”
Whoosh!
With the scream came an explosion of black energy that engulfed her entire body. Then the true change began.
“Aaaa…! Aaaaaaaaa…!!”
Her skin turned deathly pale. Her ears sharpened into elegant points. Her long golden hair darkened into pitch-black ash. Riiip! From the shoulder blades that had bulged during the blowjob, something tore through flesh—wings. Jet-black wings that radiated pure malice. From her tailbone came another rip! A long, matching tail burst free and swayed sinuously.
The transformation was not finished. Her nails lengthened into sharp claws. Dark crimson blood welled from the torn flesh, then slowly dripped down, dyeing the earlier red blood with its own hue. The wounds regenerated at astonishing speed, seamlessly fusing the wings and tail to her body as though they had always belonged there.
‘Incredible… aa…’
A sight that defied common sense. A human becoming a monster—she had never heard of such a thing. Yet it was happening before her eyes, so she could not deny it. And the one changing was the mother she loved and missed with all her heart.
She was on the verge of losing her mind. She wanted to sever her own consciousness, but Tyrat’s command prevented even that. The frustration threatened to drive her insane.
“Haaaa…♡ Huaaaa…♡”
When the trembling finally stopped, Margaret slid from Tyrat’s lap. Still facing away from Yuria, she examined her new body.
“This… is me…?”
Even her voice had changed—from Margaret’s gentle, warm tone to one overflowing with raw sensuality.
Tyrat spoke. “Indeed. How do you feel?”
“Haaaaang…♡”
Margaret clutched her own breasts and squeezed hard as she answered.
“It’s the best… I can feel the Demon King’s greatness so clearly now…! Power overflows within me… This is a monster’s body…! So different from the trash I was as a human… It’s wonderful…!”
“Then I congratulate you on becoming a succubus.”
At those words, Margaret slowly knelt and bowed her head deeply to Tyrat.
“Thank you, Demon King…! This Margaret swears to cast aside all memories and attachments from her human days. As a monster, I shall serve you eternally…♡”
“Rise. Show your true form to your daughter.”
“Kik… Yes…!”
With a wicked little laugh, Margaret turned around.
Yuria’s heart plummeted. Crimson irises. The gentle blue sea that had once filled those eyes was gone. Vertical slits cut through the pupils, and the corners of her eyes slanted upward like a predator’s. Sharp fangs pressed against her lower lip. The tongue that licked those lips was impossibly long. Her figure had grown even more voluptuous—breasts larger, hips wider, radiating seductive allure. On her lower abdomen the stigma glowed with vivid red light.
Aside from the general shape of her nose and lips, nothing of her mother remained.
‘M… Mom…’
No. That was not her mother. It was a complete and perfect monster.
Yuria’s pupils trembled violently.
“Yuria. Your reborn mother’s new appearance… Is it not beautiful?”
‘……’
“How pathetic I was as a human… I should have become this long ago… No, I should have been born a monster from the very beginning…!”
Hearing her mother deny her own past pushed Yuria’s mind to the brink of total collapse.
Margaret stroked her lower belly with obvious affection.
“My beloved daughter, did you know?”
I don’t want to know… Please…
Stop tormenting me! Don’t drive me insane!
Yuria prayed with all her heart. But Margaret licked her lips with that long, sinuous tongue and dragged her daughter into an endless abyss of despair.
“I can feel the Demon King’s magnificent seed fertilizing my egg… The dark waves of new life pulsing inside my womb…♡ Yuria, you’re going to have a little brother or sister… Aren’t you happy?”
‘Ah…’
The shocking news of her mother’s pregnancy finally snapped Yuria’s mind.
Tyrat rose from his throne and approached the broken girl.
“That is enough. Any more and Yuria may truly lose her sanity.”
“Aang…♡ Demon Kiiing… I only wanted to share this wonderful news with my daughter…”
Even as she spoke, Margaret continued to rub her own breasts and pussy, clearly unconcerned whether her daughter went mad or not.
“I understand. You may return.”
“Yeees♡”
With a coquettish reply, Margaret reached into empty air. A tearing sound split the space as a monstrous maw appeared—a portal only high-ranking monsters could use. Margaret stepped inside, and the maw snapped shut, vanishing.
Thud!
The paralysis binding Yuria finally released. She collapsed to the floor.
“M… Mom…”
Calling out with dying eyes, she saw luxurious fabric swaying before her and weakly lifted her head. She blinked in confusion.
“Jihyeok…?”
Where Tyrat should have stood, the man she had longed for more than anything smiled down at her with gentle affection.
“Yes, it’s me. Yuri.”
The voice was unmistakably Jihyeok’s. Before Yuria could even begin to process what was happening, she let her forehead rest against the warm palm he offered.
“Get some sleep.”
At his tender words her eyelids grew impossibly heavy. The last thing she felt before slipping into darkness was Jihyeok’s strong arms lifting her collapsing body.