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Deanna sat back, looking down at her large, round belly. 

She had, over the course of the last few months, grown quite adept at manipulating and shaping her new body. She had taken so naturally to life as a shapeshifting liquid, in fact, that her mother was jealous of her natural gift for it. Inque claimed to be proud, of course, and Deanna hadn't the slightest doubt that she was, but...well, her mother had been the only person that Deanna had been around this entire time, and it was an almost constant presence. She'd gained an intimate insight into her mother's disposition, thoughts, and emotions, and become an expert in detecting and interpreting different forms of hatred that were ever present just on the slightest edge of all that Inque did and said to her, and no matter how proud Inque said she was of Deanna's gift for their form, the jealousy was always there, and most of what Deanna heard in the words.

In fairness, the love, affection, pride, joy, and lust that Inque had for her daughter were also clearly very real. But they all had been built over foundations of fury, betrayal, and murderous hatred, and Deanna could see straight through the floor of the relationship they'd built these past few months to the rotten core as easily as if she'd had a kryptonian's vision.

It was okay, though. Deanna loved her mother in much the same way. Being with Inque, forming and deepening the bond they should have had as mother and daughter all along, had been easily the greatest joy Deanna had ever known. When she saw her mother's dark, oozing form, Deanna's heart quickened and her cunt(s) ached. Her adoration for Inque was so great that it frightened her, for Deanna had long ago realized that she wasn't capable of loving other people, and yet she knew beyond any doubt that she loved her mother.

She'd still kill Inque without a second thought if given the chance to.

At any rate, whether it was something that her mother was more proud or jealous of, Deanna had become very adept at morphing herself however she pleased, as evidenced by her current shape. Legs, Deanna had found, were a tolerable method of getting about when one had no other options, but lost a lot of their luster when one could pick and choose her mode of mobility.  Deanna had found it far easier, more elegant, and fun to, when humanoid, merge her legs into a long, snake-like tail, and slither along. This, too, she had become very good at; in fact, she found that she felt far more natural and at ease as a liquid lamia than she could ever recall feeling as a human.

But there was one notable exception to Deanna's new malleable prowess. Whatever shape she took, however she pulled and reformed herself, her belly remained, unchanged. Well, it didn't have to be her belly, per say; this smooth, rounded chamber of herself could be placed anywhere upon or within her form. But it was easier to think of it as her belly, for that was where it had first been formed during that fateful day that her mother had changed and effectively enslaved her, and because the belly was where mothers grew their daughters, and that was what this was: the part of Deanna that was forming a child, the daughter her mother had inflicted upon her.

She ran her hand gently along the smooth surface of her belly. It was taught and sleek, like latex pulled over a watermelon, and even gentle caresses like this one felt very, very good. Deanna had brought herself to many climaxes solely from stimulating her gravid belly, and they had not been small ones, either. For now, though, her touch was reflective, not masturbatory, although that didn't stop a small, pleased sigh from escaping her inky lips. 

Would she love her daughter, she wondered? Sometimes Deanna could feel her within herself, a little, just vague little sloshes about on occasion, and it gave her no joy. In many ways, this little puddle in her gut who was both the daughter and granddaughter of Inque was a symbol of Deanna's mother's control over her, and the freakish existence she had inflicted on Deanna...and, sometimes most painfully of all, of the atrocious, unforgivable ways that she and Inque had failed each other. It was hard to imagine that she would ever feel anything but agonized hatred for the new life she nurtured within her.

Then again, who could really say? Motherhood was a strange, chaotic, powerful thing. It had once made a hardened killer lower her guard without a moment's hesitation. Deanna had once appealed to a twisted, sexual, yet somehow undeniably authentic version of it to save her own life. Maybe it would overcome her own senses and force her to love her little stain once she was born.

Her pondering was cut short, as it usually was, by the sound of the door opening, signaling her mother's return - there wasn't much for Deanna to do in these days of semi-captivity but to think and to test the inexhaustible limits of her new body's capacity for pleasure, so Inque's arrival was always interrupting either one or the other. It irritated Deanna to be interrupted, but she recognized that Inque's even making her return known at all was purely a courtesy to Deanna - she could more easily slide into the building in a formless ooze than to have to shape herself and then use the door to enter. This was simply a way of giving Deanna notice that Inque was here, respecting her daughter's privacy.

Respecting her privacy. Right. As if Deanna had the option of anything else.

“So, how are you feeling today?” Inque asked, still formed as a woman, as she entered the room. She approached, and leaned in, kissing her daughter on the forehead.

“Oh, pretty fine,” Denna answered neutrally. She did feel alright, she supposed. Better, now that her mother was here with her. Worse, too.

“That’s good,” her mother replied, as she reached down and rubbed her belly tenderly. “So nice to know both my little girls are in good health.”

It sounded genuine. Genuine enough to make Deanna's heart flutter a little, that someone she loved cared for her well-being. It was the affection and care she'd needed from her mother growing up, and that she'd needed from her lovers later, and even though it was late, it meant the world to finally have.

But of course, it was probably at least as much a smug reminder of Inque's power over her. Of course Deanna was in fine health; almost nothing could hurt her thanks to the change that had been forced on her, and she'd remain in fine health as long as Inque chose to continue providing her with the doses her body needed to maintain its structure.

And that was how Inque maintained her control over Deanna. Nothing was stopping the latter from leaving, exactly, but she wouldn't last long without a dose of Inque to keep herself stable. She didn't know how long it would take, but she did know that she could feel it even after just going half a day without taking some of her mother into herself...it felt rather similar to how Deanna remembered thirst, only instead of her mouth getting uncomfortably dry, it was every droplet of her that began to feel slightly sluggish, not quite connected right. She didn't know how long she could be "thirsty" without dying, but it might not be long. Too risky to hope that she could find some kind of alternative source of whatever it was that she needed to maintain herself before serious damage had been done to herself, or her baby.

So Deanna was kept on her short leash, obedient, barely allowed out of her bedroom, needing her mother's permission to do just about anything other than think and experiment with herself. Then again, it had proven impossible for her to sexually tire or strain her body, and her only limits with it were her own creativity, so...it would be a lie to say that Deanna minded too much. Desires for freedom and resentment for her mother's control were mostly out of principle, at this point...

Inque leaned in and kissed her daughter deeply, as she ran her hands along Deanna's body. The touches gently delved deeper, as her hands began to gently meld with the body they glided over, and Deena could feel her mother caressing her below the surface, from the inside, stirring her. It was a deeply pleasant feeling, intimate and pleasurable, sending sensations through her that nothing else could ever have compared to.

She moved her hands up along the sides of Deanna’s torso - Inque was no more able to sink herself into her daughter's pregnant belly than Deanna was able to herself manipulate it - until she had reached her breasts. Deanna let out a pleased whimper as her mother began fondling them from the inside; it was as though her mother was directly cradling and pawing at the nerves that caused pleasure there!

As Inque toyed with her, Deanna shifted her sleek lamia's tail around, and lifted the tapered tip up. She began to coil it around her mother’s leg, and, finding the spot where there would be a pussy would be on a normal woman, she stroked and flicked it against Inque in eager invitation.

There was a slight shift in Ique’s body, and suddenly she had formed a slit between her legs, with the bump of a clit at the top, pierced with Deanna's glittering silver barbell still. Deanna grinned eagerly. A simple, single human pussy today; Mother was in a mood for classics. Fine for her, but Deanna was far more fond of her own new, serpentine default.

Rubbing her mother’s pussy with the length of her tail, she used its tip to flick and tease her clit. Inque let out a hiss of enjoyment at the sudden, comfortably familiar pleasure. But Deanna wasn't about to stop there! With a moment's thought, she split her tail into two prongs, as forked as her tongue, and pushed one of the tips into her mother’s quim, wriggling and stroking her inner walls, as the other continued to flick and curl about Inque's quivering, gooey little pleasure button, occasionally pulling at its piercing.

Inque at last broke the kiss, crying out in delight as she arched her back in an arc that no solid body could have achieved.

“S-Such a good girl for her Mommy,” she said, breathless and with a smile, as she removed her hands from Deanna and patted her daughter’s head. Another slight alteration to herself, and her breasts popped out. Light blue, dark black nipples, gloriously small and perky, nothing could be more inviting to Deanna, whose mouth watered with itself at the sight. “Good girls get rewards. That's what we've learned about mothering, right? So it's time for your feeding.”

Couldn't just offer it to Deanna. Couldn't ever let her drink without a reminder of the way they had failed each other into this. Always there had to be a moment of gloating and reminder of power.

“Thank you, Mommy,” Deanna said, the words so burningly sarcastic and warmly genuine that she felt she could die of hate or love in this moment, as she wrapped her lips around one of the nipples and began to suckle. There was a flow of something sweet and cool that slid down her throat. It wasn’t milk, but rather a bit of her mother’s essence, the part of her that Deanna needed to hold her body together.

She suckled and gulped greedily at her mother's tit, and didn't even try to hide the coo of joy that escaped her as she felt the sweet, warm, nourishing elixir of her mother's being slide down her throat, coating and nurturing it all along the way, then further into her, dissipating through every droplet of Deanna's being. She could feel the invigorating, wonderful feeling of her every malleable cell strengthening its ties to the rest. She felt at once more alert, senses of the world sharpened as life itself came into a focus she hadn't realized was missing, and yet also felt softer, indulged, warm and sated and luxuriant in the liquid life pooling and merging within her. It was nurturing and fulfilling and felt good in ways that even sex sometimes couldn't, and every mote and droplet of her that absorbed Inque's dose could taste its sweetness, from tongue to throat to tummy.

She wondered when Inque would realize that she didn't even need the threat of dissolution to keep complete control over her daughter with this ambrosia. The pure, positive pleasure of the act of nursing her mother's divine, inky "milk" was intensely addictive, and Deanna was long past the point that she could have conceived living without it, whether or not it was actually necessary for her survival.

Mommy's love wasn't free, however, so even as Deanna reveled in her meal, she made sure to keep her bifurcated tail at work, fucking her mother's cunt with one tip and gently flicking, rubbing, and coiling against her clit with the other. Inque was moaning in delight at her efforts, and so great was her pleasure that she was, Deanna noted with satisfaction, having some difficulty maintaining her genitals' form, with her cunt so gooey and soft to Deanna's tail that she was almost collapsing down around it, and her clit occasionally having a droplet or two lightly wicked off it as Deanna gently swiped at it, only to be reformed and straining in want before the next flick.

Her duplicitous face giving every pretense of being overcome with adoration for her daughter, Inque began stroking Deanna's red-black goo faux-hair as the latter drank. The older amorphous woman stretched her arm down and began to rub her daughter’s cunt, and Deanna let out a squeal of euphoric shock as Inque's fingers melted softly but insistently into each nub of her serpentine hemiclit, stimulating it directly within, the same way Inque had done with Deanna's breasts. Occasionally she would bring her fingers to the base of Deanna's serpentine dual clits, and wiggle the barbell piercing them, likewise from the inside.

The two played with each other for several minutes, Inque's wanton moans layering upon the muffled ones of her daughter that sounded into her latex breast, Deanna greedily nursing every drop her mother would give her all the while. The pleasure and wonderful, instinctive intimacy of it all was overwhelming, and each woman cried out as she came almost in unison. Such a mind-blowing level of euphoria washed over them that mother and daughter's forms drooped and dripped as they almost melted in bliss, cunts convulsing and squirting dark sprays of blue-black and red-black ink into the air and one another, which then pooled and oozed back to meld once more with them.

An orgasm of half the pleasure and force as each woman had just experienced would have had a human woman reeling and insensate to the world, but Deanna and Inque were far from human, and a life-changing explosion of pleasure was no more than the mother and daughter's opening act. Inque dissolved into a puddle, reforming and repositioning herself to now sit on the bed's very edge alone, with Deanna left to fall and splatter harmlessly to the floor.

Inque grinned at Deanna as the latter instantly reformed herself. “That’s all you get for now, darling. You’ll need to earn more,” she decreed.

Deanna nodded, gazing up with breathless subservience at her beloved, despised mother-owner, Wasted words, Deanna was already quite aware that every droplet of her mother's divine essence had to be earned, but of course, nothing was too redundant to mention if it meant another chance to smugly reaffirm her power over Deanna.

"Now, I know you've decided you're done with the things yourself, but there's no reason you can't still be a fan of my feet. How about showing them a bit of love, hm?" Inque suggested, as she held up her leg and formed a foot at its end. It was perfectly shaped, slender and dainty, each toe formed individually, with nails so glossy they shone.

Deanna's gelatinous cunt twinged, hard. Her mother certainly wasn't wrong; Deanna was a fan of her feet and then some. Hard not to be, having been on the receiving end of all the pleasures they could bring as often as she had!

Bringing her tail tips back together into one, Deanna slithered, smooth serpentine liquid, across the floor, and knelt down - or whatever the equivalent to kneeling was when one had a tail instead of knees. She took hold of her mother’s right ankle, and began to lick along the sole of her foot, her tongue extending out. She had learned to make it long and pronged, like a snake’s...but of course, even the delightful versatility of a serpent's tongue was only the beginning of what a liquid woman could do, and Deanna wanted to make Mommy proud and happy with the new trick she had developed.

With a moment of will and focus, the split in Deanna's forked tongue deepened and extended back to its base, and each prong of the new double-tongue swelled, lengthened, and split into a fork of its own. And then she repeated the process, bifurcating and re-forking her tongues once again. A few moments later, there were four separate, hungry liquid snake tongues twisting and flicking out of Deanna's mouth.

Two darted to her mother's dark, luscious toes, and Deanna began to pleasure the digits sensuously, gripping them in her tongues' prongs and stroking, twisting and snaking her tongues' paths in the spaces between them and then rubbing back and forth. Deanna devoted her third tongue to her mother's big toe alone, pinching it with her prongs, poking and darting against it, encircling it and pulling hard upon it. And with the last quadrant of her gleaming red-black appendage, Deanna began to sensuously slide against the sole of her mother's foot, push hard against her heel, lathe and tickle all between them.

Inque let out a small, shocked scream at the pleasure that her daughter had brought to her. Deanna would have smirked, had she not been navigating four separate tongues at once. As she'd hoped, her mother had formed her foot with a special rearrangement of nerves within it, re-tuning the appendage to be as sensitive to touch and pleasure as a pussy, each delectable toe a clitoris unto itself.

“Ohhhh!" Inque moaned wantonly as pleasure soaked and overwhelmed her mind. "S-So clever and talented! D-Deannaaaa!” Her entire form was shuddering and swirling, her mind barely able to muster the resources to keep her form; the pleasure was such that she had begun climaxing the moment it started, goo cunt twitching and weeping. Her foot was even beginning to melt a little as she lost focus upon anything but the utter bliss of her daughter fucking her foot.

Deanna shuddered with pride and joy as she lapped her mother's toes and heels like a gently melting ice cream cone, richly savoring every droplet of her mother that rolled down and into her tongues. She always loved it when she could bring such intense euphoria to her mother that she began to literally come undone (and the sensation afterwards of the droplets of Inque that she had ingested gently rolling their way out of her was ticklish and delightful, too), but it was hearing her mother praising her that was the true treat. For Deanna, forcing praise and affection from her mother from such searing orgasmic pleasure that it could leave no room for anything but true, honest purity...it was perhaps just as wonderful a sensation to her as being touched herself. There had been times, sitting alone while Inque was away, that Deanna had pooled herself and done nothing but concentrate hard on the memory of her last fuck session with Inque, running every word of praise she'd earned through her mind, savoring their cadence and volume, the intricate flaws of hitched breath and trembling, gasping vocal chords...letting the warmth of knowing she'd made Mommy pleased, that Mommy genuinely approved of her actions, soak into her, fixating upon it all more and more, until finally Deanna would work herself up so strongly that she came from those words of praise. Her whole life she had craved affection from her mother, that unfulfilled need growing dark and twisted over time until now, when she was finally able to receive what had been missing and so needed all her life. Small wonder the sensation of receiving it now could produce an orgasmic effect upon her!

Inque was beginning to scream now, the unrelenting pleasure of Deanna's assault building upon itself as her mind found itself incapable of processing it all. It was beyond her to even try to maintain herself at this point; as her form began to collapse into her natural liquid state, it was all she could manage to keep the foot that her daughter was fucking semi-intact. Soon the woman was nothing more than an ankle and a perfect, melting foot emerging from a turbulent maelstrom of ooze, and even this much was almost beyond Inque's pleasure-flooded mind to hold together, drooping and dripping her footcum faster than her daughter could slurp her up. Deanna reached to her mother's ankle with her hands, to try to hold her, keep her from drooping fully back into her pool, desperate to keep Mommy cumming from her foot as long as she could, but it was barely better than trying to hold pudding. Her grasp simply sank into her mother's ankle and leg, unintentionally squeezing Inque's goo out from between her fingers.

Even the small pressure exerted by Deanna's tongue(s) against Inque's surface was too much at this point, and the daughter found that she was beginning to lick and glide against her mother's foot and toes from the inside, rolling and sliding her tongue along and within Inque's appendage as a water viper dipping above and below the surface as it glided through a pond. Droplets and streaks of her mother were rolling down her multi-tongue one after another now, melting so quickly under the inhuman pleasure that Deanna was almost drinking her mother, reveling in the way the growing pool of Inque within her, still as much connected to the woman as her main pool, frothed and roiled in climax.

Deanna let out a cry of delight and almost choked against her mother's melting fuckfoot as the churning pool of Inque in her gut became just large enough to start fizzing in her orgasmic throes against the rounded, sealed part of Deanna that held their child. As much as her outward belly, the other side was just as intense an erogenous area for her, and Deanna rippled and moaned at the pleasure that shot through her from within.

The vibrations of Deanna's cries and the quivers of her pleasure reverberated down through her multitongue and into her mother's drooping foot construct, and the increased stimulation of an almost intolerable level of pleasure was too much. With a final cumming shriek so high and loud that they both rippled from it, Inque's foot dissolved entirely into liquid, briefly coating Deanna's tongue and hands as she collapsed into a whirling, pooling vortex of euphoria. A flush of intense, beaming pride overtook Deanna, even as she writhed in enjoyment at the turbulent thrashes of the smaller pool of her mother against her womb-wall. She and Inque had explored hedonistic levels of sexual ardor beyond the limits and ken of human beings many times by now, but she'd never been able to make Mommy cum quite like this before.

Deanna considered, for a moment, leaning down to lap up her bubbling, roiling mother, or perhaps dipping the tip of her tail into Inque and wiggling vigorously. The idea of prolonging her mother's intense, extended climax even further, perhaps even stirring her to a still higher orgasm, was extremely tempting. She curiously wondered if she might even manage to fully break her mother's psyche by escalating her pleasure even further...

But Deanna decided against it. A broken-minded Inque might no longer have the wherewithal to formulate - or even capacity to understand - the "milk" that kept Deanna alive. Besides...she'd already brought Inque to new heights of wonder today, she congratulated herself with a smile more dreamy than she'd have liked. No sense in pushing further, for now...she could save that for an encore some other time, to delight Mommy by pushing her pleasure boundaries anew.

Eventually, after many wild, screaming minutes, Inque's ecstasy finally began to wane. Once she was in control enough of herself to do so, she began to draw the pool of herself within her daughter back. Deanna helped her mother's trickles along, reconfiguring her gooey insides to gently squeeze Mommy down into and through her pussy. She could drip Inque out of herself anywhere, but Deanna rather enjoyed letting her Mommy leak out of her cunt, both the physical pleasure of it, and the arousing kinkiness of it.

Moments later, Inque was full reformed as a woman, as though nothing had happened. Although, to the experienced eye of a lover, daughter, and fellow shapeshifter, there were little tiny shimmers here and there in her presentation of herself that spoke of a woman still recovering from having her world rocked moments before - the "messy hair" of a creature of liquid, so to speak. Deanna hid a smug smile.

"Well, after all that, I'm sure you're feeling quite needy," Inque remarked with a breathless husk. "So lay back, Deanna. Mommy will take care of you."

Her mother wasn't wrong in the slightest, and Deanna was quick to do as she was told.

Standing proudly over her prone serpentine progeny, Inque took a moment to show that she had developed a new trick of her own. Turning her back to Deanna for a moment, she suddenly sprouted a tail from just above her small, shapely ass. It was a long, slender one, nothing like the snake tail that Deanna had adopted as the majority of her body, but more that of a demon. Instead of a pointed, spaded, or barbed tip, however, this tail ended in a blunt, multi-orbed bulb, perfectly shaped for fucking.

A being of liquid had no use for salivary glands, but old habits died hard, and Deanna felt herself drooling at the sight.

Inque lowered herself onto Deanna’s face, pressing her pussy down onto her daughter, her thighs, hips, and groin molding as a flesh woman's never could to the contours of her daughter's mouth, chin, cheeks, and nose. Deanna found her mother's pussy flush with her mouth, so perfectly fitted that they were almost sealed lip-to-lip, with only just enough space for one of her diverging tongue prongs to slip out. Deanna began to eagerly eat her mother out, swiping and sweeping and twisting her tongues through Inque's juicy cunt, and using the separate tongue prong to snake up and flick, lick, and pinch at the older woman's clit and its piercing. Even after the hurricane of pleasure that her daughter had put her through just minutes before, the lusty moan that Inque let out at Deanna's marvelous cunnilingus was so wanton that one might have thought she had just broken a decade-long vow of chastity.

And that was nothing compared to the halting, pleading cry of delight that Deanna let out as Mommy's tail, after tracing teasingly over her large belly, plunged into her pussy.

The sensation of having her cunt filled by any such a woman's appendage was a carnal treat by itself, but only Mommy could have fucked her so perfectly, and Deanna could milk and wring the pleasure of it as no other woman could. Inque's fuck-tail thrust and twisted and vibrated itself in Deanna's quaking cunt, but it also shifted, adapted, altered and reacted with every moment and movement of their joining, its bulbs randomly growing and shrinking, its shape pulsating, a living process of fucking that changed its points of contact and pressure with euphoric rhythm against Deanna's pussy. At the same time, Deanna herself instinctively responded in the carnal conversation of touch, her pussy squirming, constricting, contorting, meeting and caressing and milking every alteration of her mother's tail within her, the process of drawing pleasure from the fucking just as living and fluid as Inque's process of giving it.

"Mmm...g-give me your other cunt, Deanna!" Inque ordered, her voice warbling and wet, for the two of them the equivalent of being breathless.

With her serpent's tail, Deanna had learned to likewise form a second cunt within it, at the spot toward the end of her tail where a snake's cloaca would be. She had even, after studying a few sources on herpetological anatomy, learned to form her second set of genitals to be far more cloaca than pussy, complete with its own double-headed hemiclitoris. So attached to her adopted serpentine anatomy was she, that even though Inque viewed it as her "other" cunt, Deanna by now felt that it was her cloaca that was her true sex, and the pussy she kept by instinct of the human she once was now was but a very, very pleasant bonus.

Questions of first or second in the pussy chain of command, however, were hardly relevant right now. All that mattered to Deanna, as she smacked her lips and made her tongues a dervish of ecstasy for her mother's cunt, was the promise of Inque fucking her all the more. Doing as she was bidden, Deanna lifted her tail up, and brought it to her mother’s face.

Inque reached up and cradled her tail, then began to lick her daughter's cloaca, plunging her slick, luscious inky tongue in hard and fast, striking and sweeping the inner sludgy walls of her daughter's snakecunt that it made ripples spread through Deanna's cloaca as though across the surface of a pond. Already overwhelmed by the tail fucking her with inhuman pleasure, Deanna screamed into her mother's liquid twat in ecstasy, and was so lost in pleasure that she barely even registered the delighted sob that Inque gave at the throb of sound in her pleasure center.

And then Inque extended her tongue, curled it higher, and wrapped it around Deanna's hemiclit, without interrupting her cloacalingus for a moment, and suddenly the pool of pleasure that Deanna was drowning within was a turbulent ocean.

She came, and she also came, pussy and cloaca both seizing and pulsing with orgasms each beyond a human mind's ability to weather. And Inque paid no attention to her daughter's climax, offered no reprieve, continuing to fuck her and fuck her, extending, building upon, and joining orgasm and orgasm into a constant, even as Deanna's own tongue work drove her over the edge as well. The room and Inque's roiling cunt were both filled with cries, whimpers, and mostly screams of pleasure as mother and daughter viciously fucked one another, tirelessly slopping and sloughing their tongues and tails in a hedonistic circuit of unbroken euphoria.

Within minutes, and then for hours, orgasms became a fact of Deanna's existence, their only question how many she was experiencing simultaneously at any given moment, always another couple building and clamoring for their explosion moments later. She saw stars, she saw darkness, she saw an ocean of her mother's inky blackness through her soul as the bulbed tail fucked and struggled with her as though it and her cunt were fighting and flailing at one another, while the entirety of her existence seemed to ride along Mommy's flowing tongue's curls and lashes in her cloaca, a sliding euphoric delusion that lay over Deanna's mind like a fever dream fog of delight. So entranced was she with the pleasure her mother was giving her that her entire being swung to the swipes and plunges of Inque's tongue; Deanna could feel her torso shift and suddenly splatter to the side as Inque pulsed her tongue hard to the left, as though the tongue had somehow swept against her entire body and knocked it out of form. A vibrating thrust forward, so hard that Inque's tongue swirled into the liquid "flesh" of Deanna's cloaca itself, and Deanna's voice erupted into a bubbling gurgle as her face and throat crashed fluidly upwards like tide against the sand.

Mommy was fucking Deanna apart, and it was good beyond comprehension!

As Inque had begun to lose her composition like before, so was Deanna now coming undone into a pool. Her mother's tail was expanding and fucking wider as her daughter's cunt melted around it, bulbs coated in red-black ooze that was too addled with pleasure to try to reconnect to the rest of the slime woman it was being mashed against. Inque's hands were now less cradling Deanna's tail than trying to catch its drips and sloughs and bring them back to its whole, as though trying to catch poured syrup and put it back. Her tongue was still whirling and thrashing in Deanna's cloaca, but now there was virtually no boundary to the hole, and Inque found herself licking straight through her daughter's snake pussy and tail alike, her tongue at times plunging right through and out into the air beyond.

But even as Deanna's structure failed as her mind was fractured and destroyed by the full force of the pleasure ocean bearing upon it, and Inque's face-sitting became more and more merely sitting in an unusually energetic puddle, Deanna managed to keep her tongues going full force in her mother's pussy and against her clit, and Inque herself was becoming undone by the skill and effort her daughter managed to maintain in eating her out.

Screams transitioned into burbles as mother and daughter fucked each other formless, cumming again and again into and against each other, droplets and swirls of black and red ink mixing and roiling, until finally, after days of nothing but cumming and fucking and melting and mixing, they were reduced to rutting splashes and slicks, rivers and droplets and molecules of liquid selves fucking against each other in a primordial carnal ooze, their only landmark the round, taught belly of Deanna in which their liquid daughter pooled and splashed in hot approval.

There was almost no separation between mother and daughter now, as they swirled and melted into one another. Through the haze of pleasure, Deanna somehow realized that she was experiencing not only her own unending, ever flowing and ebbing and escalating orgasms, but her mother's as well. She was beginning to think of herself as Inque almost as much as Deanna, beginning to recall her mother's memories and feel everything in her mother's heart, the joy, the love, the sorrow and regret and anger, the--

She wanted this, Deanna realized. The Inque part of she, that was. Mommy was fucking them both into oneness, merging them both into a single pool, tearing down the walls that separated them so that they could fully, completely understand one another. No lies, only the truth of everything about each other, exposed without question or, or...!

A rolling swirl pulsed through them; if there had been a mouth, it would have been a scream of terror. Deanna surged back, every lost iota of herself suddenly pulled together and away from her mother in a panic. In a moment she was completely reformed in her preferred body, and coiled up around herself, cunt and cloaca quivering as finally, for the first time in days, she began to stop cumming. It took effort of will for her not to huddle in the corner.

What was THAT? How could...how...th-they had almost been ONE! Everything within them, every thought and emotion, had been about to be shared and felt between them!

She looked with wide eyes at her mother's pool, as Inque hesitantly, slowly reformed herself. Deanna's mind raced and tried to understand. Her mother hated her. Just like she hated her mother! Yes, they also loved each other now, in their twisted way, but, but, they still hated each other far more! Right? She...Inque had to, how else could...how else could she be after Deanna had betrayed her that way? Sh-She c-couldn't...surely...surely Inque couldn't have...

Deanna's heart metaphorically (as she didn't have one at the moment) quivered in uncertainty. Was she...wrong? She couldn't be, but even more, she couldn't not be. Her mother had just...opened herself to Deanna in a way where there could never, ever be any mistrust or safety. She'd wanted to share the whole of her being with Deanna, make herself more vulnerable than she even had the first time, when Deanna had betrayed and almost killed her. She'd wanted Deanna to share herself in the same way.

It had to be a trick. Some game of emotional chicken. Inque had known that Deanna would back out, and could lord that over her. Or something. It wasn't...she couldn't be ready trust Deanna that way. Right?

"It's okay," came Inque's voice, strangely hesitant, as it broke through Deanna's panicked emotional scrambling. "I'm not disappointed. It's okay that you're - that we're not ready for that. Alright?" The blackish blob of her head tilted for a moment, and Deanna suddenly knew that if her mother had had a face at the moment, she'd be turning it away, wearing an expression of embarrassment, regret...vulnerability. "I shouldn't have tried to push you to do that without warning you, anyway. I'm sorry."

Deanna wanted to laugh and scream. Inque was sorry!? Sorry for that? The first time her mother had ever apologized to her, and it was for an act of love. How rich. How appropriate. All the things she had done to Deanna by now without the lightest hint of contrition, threatening her, intending to kill her, turning her into this, imprisoning her, manipulating her, lashing out at her emotionally, letting Deanna go her entire life without the only woman she could ever love, and it was only the act purely made from love that she'd apologize for. So right for her mother, she seethed.

So much more than Deanna had ever given her for the worse thing she'd done to Inque.

Deanna gurgled out some kind of response. Tiny, reflexive, meaningless; she couldn't have said what it was. Probably "okay" or something of the like. She was still reeling. Her mother loved her, more than she hated her. Deanna's entire world at this point was Inque, and her grip on it was totally upended. She was wrong about...about everything, right now...

Inque made to take a step forward, and then paused, her head angling down in surprise. Numbly, Deanna's eyes followed her mother's gaze, and saw the familiar, glossy black bump.

"Well...that's unexpected," Inque murmured, as she rubbed her now pregnant belly.

Deanna was seized by instinct for a moment, for once a positive and kind one that burned to try to make up for what had just happened and far more, and she found herself surging forward and leaning down, to lay a gentle, loving kiss on the belly that now contained her second daughter and sister. Inque let out a delighted and surprised sigh, experiencing for the first time the intense pleasure from her sensitive gravidity that Deanna was so very happily familiar with now.

"But very welcome," Deanna murmured in reply as her lips parted from the latex-shiny, latex-smooth belly.

The moment of Inque's naked care, regret, and disappointment was broken by her daughter's first true act of earnest affection for her, and the older ooze seemed to come back to herself a bit. "Well, anyways, we can...try that again another time, perhaps, if we're ready. At least we've gotten something nice out of it. Now come here, I'm still horny."

As Deanna approached her mother, Inque shifted her legs into a serpent's tail like Deanna's, becoming a liquid naga herself. Deanna's breath caught in arousal; Mommy looked hot as a snake woman! No wonder Inque couldn't seem to keep her hands, or any other appendages she chose, off of Deanna, if she was even half this hot as a lamia! 

Mother and daughter came together with a sloppy, slick squelch, lips crushing and merging into each other in a frantic and needy kiss. Each woman moaned wantonly into the kiss as their bellies pressed and rubbed together, jolts of intense, heated pleasure shooting through them from the contact. Deanna was sure that she could feel her little oil slick of a daughter-sister pressing hard against her confines, agitated and seeking. Could she already sense the sister just now beginning to coagulate in their grandmother's womb?

The question was driven from Deanna's head by the shock of intense pleasure that came as her mother began to intertwine her tail with Deanna's, pressing her cloacal cunt against Deanna's. Attached to versatile, twisting tails, their serpent pussies could rub against one another with force and angles that human tribadism could never have managed, and it felt so good to have her mother's tail clits grinding her own that Deanna almost saw stars. With a strangled cry of helpless delight too great for even their intense kiss to fully swallow up, Deanna responded in kind, and writhed, twisted, and mashed her cloaca against and into and around her mother's as hard as she could.

Her hands flew lower, and she began to aggressively rub her mother's new baby bump with one, and plunged her full hand into her mother's human cunt with the other, fisting and stroking Mommy's pleasure buttons from the inside as hard as she could. Inque reared her head back and roared with euphoria, and the cunt that her daughter was fisting came so hard that the inky juices spraying out of it forced Deanna's hand back for a moment. She returned the favor, and Deanna had a similar reaction to the hard, fast fullness of her mother fisting her back, as well as the glorious streaks of pleasure that each hard, trailing touch along her belly brought.

Mother and daughter drove one another into a delirious fuck-frenzy anew. Inque came from her tail first, but only by moments; the sudden, enjoyable sensation of her pussy squirting against and into her daughter's was enough to send Deanna crashing headlong into an orgasm of her own, and the roiling pleasure that tore through her returned fire as she squirted against and into her mother's cloaca. The air was spattered with the sounds of wet slapping, slopping tails and pussies colliding, fists pumping and squelching into fuck canals, and each woman screamed when their semisolid ooze-clits pressed so hard against one another that their surface tensions broke, merging their hemiclits together momentarily as their pussies leaked and soaked each other with more and more cum.

Cumming again and again, they were soon too melted to keep kissing, barely more than gelatinous lumps with cunts and clits and bellies sweating pleasure into the pools below them, and wrestling, fucking tails so slick and over-pleasured that each woman could only remake her clits for half a moment before the next swipe from her lover's motions dashed it to ooze again, to the sounds of their constant, hedonistic screams.

Eventually, it was too much. It might have been only minutes with how intense it was, it could have been hours, most likely it was days, as usual. But eventually, even their nigh inexhaustible libidos and bodies could go on no longer, and mother and daughter collapsed once more into ooze, barely cognizant of existence beyond inestimable pleasure, though somehow still possessing enough faculties to pool themselves separately from one another, to avoid the chance of repeating the merge they had almost made before.

Eventually, daughter began to reform herself, and mother followed suit, each privately noting that her gravid belly seemed ever so slightly larger than it had been before. Inque brusquely excused herself to go and do whatever it was that she did with herself when she wasn't fucking her captive daughter's brains out, but not before leaving a sweet, affectionate kiss upon Deanna's stomach, and Deanna was forced now to recognize, as her mother's eyes gazed up at her adoringly, that the act was not, as she had convinced herself during similar acts before, just to call attention to a symbol of her control over her daughter. The affection in Inque's eyes was real, again, realer than it had been the first time she had foolishly trusted Deanna even, and the younger woman was struck with the realization that their growing daughter was just an excuse for the chance to kiss at least some part of Deanna. Her mother would be kissing her goodbye properly just as lovingly, if she felt Deanna was comfortable with it. Deanna didn't know if this realization was her own insight or some part of a deeper understanding of her mother that had lingered after their almost joining, but she was unshakably sure of its truth either way.

It was just as well, Deanna decided, that Inque would be leaving her be for a time. She slithered back and onto her bed, and lay down upon it, tracing her hands thoughtfully over her daughter-sister-to-be. She had a lot to think about. A lot to rethink about Inque, and her, and what they were...and what Inque's renewed love and vulnerability could mean for her...