"Say... Ahhh!"
"Ahhh—" I opened my mouth instinctively, though I wasn't entirely sure why I was obeying.
Akane Onee-sama—because apparently that was now her full legal name—held a spoon delicately between her long, manicured fingers, the silver glinting in the warm candlelight of the dining room. The spoon hovered in front of my lips, filled with something that smelled sweet and creamy.
"Good girl~," she purred, sliding it between my lips with a slow, almost sensual motion.
"Mmh…" I blinked, my taste buds lighting up the moment the dessert hit my tongue. It was rich and soft—somewhere between chocolate and vanilla—the kind of dessert you want to wrap around you like a blanket and savor all night.
"Say... Ahhh!" she repeated, bringing the spoon back up as I chewed slowly.
"Um, thank you, Akane Onee-sama," I managed, my voice muffled and a little shaky. I gently took the fork from her hand, my fingers brushing hers. "I can feed myself, though."
"Nonsense!" Akane chirped, her blue eyes glinting with a mix of mischief and authority. "Your Akane Onee-sama promised to take good care of you, didn't she? Now, open wide, little sister~."
"Little sister?!" I sputtered, my voice muffled by the soft prison of her chest. "I'm not—mmph!"
Before I could finish, she shoved the spoon into my mouth. The sweet, rich chocolate washed over me, sending a pleasant tingle down my spine.
"Good girl~," Akane said again as I swallowed. "Such a good girl~."
She petted my head like I was some kind of pet, and I found myself leaning into the touch before I realized what I was doing.
"I love you so much, my dear sister," she purred, leaning down to press a soft kiss to my forehead, "so much."
BAAM!
Across the table, Eva slammed her hands down so hard the dishes rattled, her violet eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
"Okay, THAT'S IT!" she yelled, wings flaring wide like an angry bat. "I'm calling foul play!"
Akane didn't even flinch. Still holding me close with one arm, she tilted her head and gave her little sister that calm, saintly smile that somehow made her look even more dangerous.
"Foul play? Oh, Eva, you wound me. I'm simply showing your wife a little affection. She looked hungry… for attention."
"You're feeding her like she's a toddler!" Eva barked, her tail lashing furiously behind her. "And stop calling her your little sister—she's my wife!"
"Your wife, my sister, our guest," Akane said smoothly, still stroking my hair as if I were a kitten she'd just adopted. "Love is meant to be shared, isn't it?"
"I'll share my fist with your face in a second!"
"Eva, don't—" I tried to intervene, but Akane chose that exact moment to run her fingers under my chin, tilting my head up toward her.
Her smile widened just a fraction, and for a moment—just a split second—I thought she might be just as mad as Eva. Her hand slid down to my neck, the skin tingling in the wake of her touch, and for one terrifying moment, I was sure she was going to crush my throat.
Instead, her thumb traced the vein, applying the slightest bit of pressure before she lifted the spoon to my lips again.
"You are hungry, my dear sister," she cooed, her voice gentle and seductive and completely untrue. "Open up. You know you want it."
"Akane! Get your damn hands off my wife before I rip those horns right out of your head!" Eva slammed her fists on the table again, sending a cascade of silverware clattering to the floor.
"Now, now," she murmured, her tone suddenly low and dangerously soft, "we mustn't fight at the table. It ruins the appetite."
"Ruins the—!?" Eva's voice cracked into a strangled squeak. "You're ruining my sanity!"
"pfft... HAHAHA," Liza burst out laughing again, practically falling out of her chair. "Oh, this is priceless. I didn't think breakfast could get better, but here we are."
"U-um… should we… stop them?" Rina, as usual, hid behind her cup and peeked timidly at me over the rim.
"Nope," Nala said, flipping a pancake on the skillet with an amused grin. "Let 'em fight it out. It's been boring lately."
Meanwhile, Akane brushed a strand of hair from my face, her touch feather-light.
"Azariel," she said softly, "do you prefer being called 'my dear sister'... or perhaps 'my sweet little wife'?"
"W-wife!?" I nearly swallowed my tongue. "I... I think I'll stick with just Azariel, thanks!"
"Hmm~," Akane hummed, pretending to think about it as her tail lazily coiled behind her chair. "No, no, 'sweet little wife' fits you too well."
"AKANE!!!" Eva leapt onto the table this time, her wings spreading wide, her fangs showing. "You're not stealing her! That's my wife! MINE!! And if you want to fight me over it, let's get it over with before breakfast ends!"
"Haa~... They never change, do they?"
Liza was still laughing like she'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. Rina looked absolutely terrified, but the look in her eyes said she was secretly enjoying this.
"Eva, sit down before you break something!" I hissed, though it came out more like a plea than a command.
"Not until she stops touching you like you're her plush toy!"
"Plush toy?" Akane echoed, her tone dripping mock offense. "I would never treat my dear sister like that. She's far too precious."
And then—because apparently, she lived to make Eva's blood pressure skyrocket—she kissed my lips. Soft. Quick. But enough to send my brain blank.
"..."
The room went silent.
Eva froze mid-leap. Liza stopped laughing. Even Nala and Rina fell silent, their eyes widening with horror.
"What? It's just a sisterly kiss." Akane smiled innocently.
"Sisterly…?" Eva's eye twitched.
'Shit,' I braced myself.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The dining room exploded into chaos as Eva launched herself at her sister. Akane shook her head in disappointment before snapping her fingers. A brown rope suddenly materialized and wrapped around Eva.
"EVA!!!" I screamed, but I was too late.
Eva was now stuck in the air and unable to move. She kept struggling as she glared daggers at her sister, but the more she struggled, the more Akane's power bound her.
"Ahhh... ummmm..." Liza mumbled, looking at the situation with a lost puppy expression on her face. "That's so mean..."
Rina stared at the scene with her eyes wide; she was shaking in her seat, clearly frightened, but she didn't dare to stand up. Nala just watched, her eyes showing a glimpse of pride, but her expression otherwise neutral.
"Now, Eva, that was very rude of you," Akane said as she walked toward the immobilized succubus. "I know your emotions are messed up because of the seal, but I'm very disappointed. You should be more respectful to your Onee-sama."
"A... Akane..." Eva struggled even more, her face bright red, her tail puffing up like an angry cat. "If you don't let me go right now, I'll... I'll... I'll..."
"Sigh…" Akane let out a sigh before waving her hand, drawing Eva into her arms.
"Here, drink and relax a little."
Akane Onee-sama's voice was soft, laced with a strange mix of soothing care and undeniable dominance. She held her struggling, immobilized sister in the air with one arm, the brown rope glowing faintly with subdued energy, while her other hand reached up and completely shed the elegant black dress she was wearing.
The dress vanished—or perhaps simply disintegrated—revealing the massive, unbound glory of her F-cup breasts. They were pale, full, and utterly magnificent, drawing the eye with the magnetic pull of twin heavenly bodies.
Eva, still thrashing wildly in the magical restraints, was yanked suddenly downwards. Akane Onee-sama cradled her sister's head and forced it against the soft, warm flesh of her left breast.
"No! N-no, you don't—! I don't need your… your milk!" Eva shrieked, her voice muffled and distorted as she fought desperately against the pressure. "Let me go, you manipulative witch!"
"Oh, but you do, little sister," Akane Onee-sama cooed, running her fingers lightly through Eva's messy purple hair. "You are distressed. Highly volatile. The bond with Azariel has made your emotions unstable, and the seal… Well, the seal is a constant drain on your lust. You need to remember your roots. You need your Onee-sama's nurturing."
"Aza's milk is better than yours," Eva grumped, though her voice was oddly sluggish now. Her struggles slowed as she tried to bury her face deeper in the warmth and security of her sister's cleavage.
"Really?" Akane sounded genuinely surprised, like she hadn't considered that. And before I could react, she leaned toward me, slipped my micro-bikini to the side, and pressed her lips against my hard nipple.
"Ahhh~" I let out a soft moan, her sucking was just right...
I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of her tongue circling around my nipple as my milk flowed into her mouth.
"Delicious," she sighed, pulling her head back just enough to look at me with those intense blue eyes of hers. "It's so hot... just like my little sister."
"Let me have some!"
"Me too!"
"I... I want... some!"
I blinked and found Liza, Rina, and Nala next to me, all of them eagerly staring at my spare nipple.
"O-okay."
I moved my chair a bit so the three could suckle on me.
"Ahhh~" they moaned as they drank my milk.
Liza and Rina shared my right nipple while Nala shared the other with Akane.
"See... I told you my wife is the best," Eva declared smugly as she watched the others feed on my breasts. Then she slipped from Akane's arm and snuggled between my legs.
"Ahhh~... fuck."
I had no idea what she did—all I felt were Eva's two thumbs pressing on my labia before I was forced to release all of that sweet transparent fluid into her mouth.
"Shit... this is too much."