Chapter 222: Chapter 222: We Can Fit Two Fingers

Mika maintained his grip on Yelena’s neck, forcing her to observe the delicate, twitching aperture of her daughter.

He could feel the heat radiating off Yelena’s body, a clear indication that his method of ’persuasion’ was working on her as well. He also knew this was the critical moment to cement his position as the undeniable authority in their lives and he decided to make it clear who was in charge.

So, he then pulled Yelena back slightly, his eyes cold and assessing.

"Yelena, Charlotte has already proven her obedience." He stated, his voice ringing with absolute certainty, as he patted Charlotte’s exposed bottom. "She’s completely under my command, and I’m satisfied."

His fingers trailed up Charlotte’s spine, making her shiver before he turned his full attention to Yelena.

"But you..." His voice darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You’ve shown nothing but resistance. And I don’t like that."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her body tensing as his words sank in. "Mika, I—"

"No." His voice cut through hers, firm and final. "You haven’t earned the right to argue. Not yet."

He reached for the tube of ointment, squeezing a fresh dollop into his palm before offering it to her.

"You want to speak? You want to say anything to me?" His lips curled into a smirk, his gaze challenging. "Then show me. Show me your obedience."

Yelena’s eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest.

"W-What do you mean?" She asked, even though she already knew.

She knew. But she needed to hear him say it.

Needed to hear just how far he was willing to push her.

Mika’s smirk deepened.

"I want you to take this ointment..." He said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding growl. "...and spread it around your daughter’s anus. Not just spread it, massage it. Work it into her, just like I did for you earlier. Slow. Thorough. Dirty."

His fingers closed around her wrist, pressing the ointment into her palm.

"I want to hear you describe what you’re doing. I want to hear you admit how wrong it is, how filthy it makes you feel. And I want to see you do it anyway."

Yelena’s face paled, her fingers trembling around the tube.

"N-No, Mika, I can’t—"

The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her voice high with panic.

"That’s—That’s too much. I can’t do that to her. I can’t do that to my own daughter."

"Don’t make me repeat myself, Yelena." Mika’s grip on her wrist tightened, just enough to make his point.

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and suffocating. Yelena’s mind raced, her thoughts a whirlwind of shame and something darker, something she didn’t dare name.

’This is wrong.’

’This is so wrong.’

But beneath the horror, beneath the disgust—there was a flicker of something else, something hot and shameful.

The idea of touching Charlotte like that, of being forced to, of having no choice but to obey...It made her stomach clench, her thighs press together.

’No. No, I can’t be turned on by this. I can’t.’

But her body didn’t listen.

"M-Mama, you don’t have to—" Charlotte whimpered, her cheeks burning as she glanced back at her mother.

"Quiet." Mika’s voice was sharp, silencing her instantly. His eyes never left Yelena’s. "This isn’t about what you want to do. It’s about what you will do."

Yelena swallowed hard, her throat dry. She could feel his gaze on her, owning her, stripping away every last shred of her defiance. Her fingers twitched around the ointment, her mind screaming at her to refuse, to fight, to run.

But her body...her body was already leaning in.

With a shuddering breath, she reached out, her hand trembling as she spread the cool gel between her fingers. The scent of it filled her nose, the slickness of it a stark contrast to the heat radiating through her.

She then hesitated, her fingers hovering just above Charlotte’s exposed flesh, her mind rebelling even as her body betrayed her.

"Do it...And tell me what you’re in your own words." Mika commanded, his voice a dark whisper.

Yelena’s breath hitched. She couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

But she did.

Her fingers made contact, the ointment slick against Charlotte’s sensitive skin.

"I-I’m spreading it." She whispered, her voice barely audible. "Around her...her anus." Her touch was hesitant at first, her fingers trembling as she traced the delicate rim. "It’s so small. So...tight."

The words felt wrong on her tongue, filthy and forbidden, but they spilled out anyway, her voice growing unsteady.

"I’m rubbing it in circles, just like you did. It’s...It’s so wrong...But I’m still doing it."

Her fingers pressed deeper, working the ointment into the puckered flesh, her stomach twisting with shame as Charlotte let out a soft, needy moan.

"Keep going." Mika murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Continue to tell me how it feels."

Yelena’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t stop.

"It’s soft, Mika. Too soft. And it’s...it’s twitching under my fingers."

Her voice cracked, her breath coming faster as she obeyed, her touch growing bolder despite herself.

"I can feel her reacting. It’s like s-she’s—she’s liking this."

The realization made her heart flip, her own body responding in ways she didn’t want to admit.

"M-Mama...No, you can’t say such things."

Charlotte’s breath hitched, her hips shifting slightly, pressing back into her mother’s touch, even though she was actually getting excited just like Yelena said.

"Good girl." Mika purred, his hand sliding up Yelena’s arm. "Now push inside just a little. Just the tip of your finger. Show her who’s in charge."

Yelena’s entire body trembled, but she didn’t stop.

Her finger pressed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle just enough to make Charlotte gasp, her body clenching around the intrusion.

"I-I’m inside her, Mika." Yelena whispered, her voice breaking. "Just a little...Just like you told me to."

"It’s—it’s so tight." She breathed, her voice trembling. "I can feel her clenching around me. She’s—" Her throat tightened, her mind screaming at her to stop, but her body refused to listen. "She’s wet...even inside of her butt."

The word slipped out before she could stop it, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"M-Mama, p-please stop! Nooo!" Charlotte let out a broken moan, her hips shifting back instinctively, as if seeking more.

"Deeper." Mika commanded, his voice a low growl against Yelena’s ear. "Push deeper and tell me how it feels. Tell me how wrong it is."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her finger trembling as she obeyed, sinking knuckle-deep into her daughter’s body.

"It’s—oh God—it’s so wrong, it’s so dirty!"

She gasped, her voice thick with conflict.

"I-I can even feel her pulsing around me. She’s—she’s tightening—" Her own body reacted, a shameful warmth spreading between her thighs. "I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be—"

But her finger didn’t retreat. Instead, it twisted slightly, testing, exploring, and Charlotte’s breath came in sharp, needy gasps.

"But you are." Mika murmured, his hand sliding down Yelena’s back, his touch possessive. "And you like it."

"N-No, I don’t—" Yelena’s protest was weak, her voice shaking. "I don’t want to like it."

But her finger didn’t stop. It couldn’t stop.

She curled it just a little, just enough to make Charlotte cry out, her body arching into the touch.

"Liar." Mika whispered, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Your body doesn’t lie, Yelena. I can see how wet you are. I can hear how much you’re enjoying this." His free hand slid between her thighs, his fingers pressing against the damp fabric of her panties. "You’re soaked."

Yelena’s entire body jerked, a whimper escaping her lips.

"Mika, don’t—"

But her finger didn’t pull away. Instead, it pushed deeper, her thumb pressing against Charlotte’s clit in a move that was pure instinct.

"I-I’m fingering my own daughter." She whispered, her voice breaking. "I’m touching her like this, and I, I can’t stop—"

Charlotte’s moans grew louder, her body writhing against the sofa, her ass pressing back against Yelena’s hand.

"M-Mama, it feels, it feels so good—" Her succubus side finally came out from the sheer taboo of the material, her words spilling out without thought. "Please, don’t stop...K-Keep on going!"

Yelena’s breath came in ragged gasps, her mind spinning.

"I should stop." She whispered, her voice trembling. "I should, but, I can’t—"

Her finger slid deeper, while her thumb circling Charlotte’s clit in slow strokes.

"I can feel her everywhere. She’s so hot inside. So tight—" Her own hips rocked forward, seeking friction, her body craving something she couldn’t name.

"That’s it. Keep going. Show her how deep your obedience runs." His fingers traced the curve of her neck, his grip firm, commanding. "She’s taking you so well. Just imagine how she’ll take both of us."

Yelena’s breath caught, her mind reeling at the implication.

"B-Both of us?"

Mika’s smirk was evil.

"Oh yes." His hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against Yelena’s hip before sliding between her thighs. "Let me join in."

His voice was a dark promise, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"Don’t worry, she can handle two fingers at the same time."

Before Yelena could protest, Mika’s finger pressed against Charlotte’s entrance, right beside hers.

"You take the bottom." He murmured, his breath hot against Yelena’s ear. "I’ll take the top." And with that, he pushed inside.

Charlotte gasped, her body clenching around the dual intrusion, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"F-Fuck! M-Mama, Mika! That’s—That’s too much! Ahhh!"

Her voice was a breathless whimper, her hips shifting restlessly as they worked their fingers in tandem, stretching her, filling her.

"Mika, I, I can’t—" Yelena’s voice broke, her body trembling as she felt her own arousal building, her fingers moving in sync with his, their touch growing more insistent, more demanding.

"Yes, you can." Mika growled, his free hand sliding up to grip Yelena’s breast, his thumb flicking over her hardened nipple. "You’re doing so well. Both of you are." His finger pressed deeper into Charlotte, his touch rougher, more possessive. "Feel how tight she is? How greedy she is for us?"

Yelena’s moans grew louder, her body betraying her as she rocked her hips, her fingers working in tandem with Mika’s.

"S-She’s so wet inside....Why is she so wet?!" She gasped, her voice thick with shame and desire. "And so hot as well! My finger feel like it’s gonna burn!" Her finger curled, pressing against the sensitive walls of Charlotte’s ass, her own body on the verge of unraveling.

"M-More! Please, more!" Charlotte’svoice was a desperate plea, her hips bucking as they fingered her together, their touch growing more frantic, more relentless.

"That’s it." Mika’s voice was a dark growl in Yelena’s ear. "Make her come. Make her scream for us."

His finger curled inside Charlotte, his touch matching Yelena’s rhythm, their fingers working in perfect sync.

Yelena’s body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I-I’m close." She whimpered, her fingers moving faster, her touch growing rougher. "Charlotte, I, I can’t—!"

"Do it." Mika commanded, his voice a dark caress. "Come for us. Both of you."

Charlotte’s body clenched around their fingers, her back arching as a broken cry tore from her lips.

"M-Mama! Mika! I-I’m—!"

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Her words dissolved into a moan, her body shuddering as her orgasm crashed over her, her ass clenching tightly around their fingers.

Yelena’s own release followed, her body trembling as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

"Noo, Mika! I-I’m coming—!"

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Her voice was a broken whimper, her fingers pressing deep inside Charlotte as her own body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her in relentless waves.

Seeing both of them climax at once, Mika couldn’t help but laugh out loud, a harsh, victorious sound.

"See? I told you resistance is futile! I’m the one in control in this whole story, and no one can go beyond my word." He looked from one trembling form to the other. "Just a moment ago, both of you were so reluctant, and now, both of you are orgasming from it."

"...That’s just how obedient you are to me."

He waited for the inevitable reply, the protest, the frantic denial he had grown accustomed to.

But to his surprise, nothing came.

He looked closer, and his laughter died in his throat.

Both women were completely still. Their eyes were closed, their breathing shallow and even.

They had actually fainted at the exact same moment.

Mother and daughter had completely synchronized, collapsing into a shared emotional blackout.

"There’s no way they actually just fainted from one orgasm, right? There’s actually no way." Mika muttered to himself, utterly puzzled.

He then quickly realized it wasn’t the physical orgasm itself that had done it.

It was the taboo fact, the shocking, forbidden sight of a mother fingering her own daughter and pleasuring her, combined with the extreme emotional stress and submission to him, that had utterly overwhelmed their minds and emotions, causing them to instantly pass out.

The funniest part was that now, Yelena’s fingers were still tucked inside Charlotte’s butthole, glistening with ointment.

Mika couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, before slowly pulling her hand away—making a soft, wet popping sound as her fingers slid out, completely wet and glistening.

He had been thinking of taking the control to the next, more explicit level...but he decided that today, this was enough.

The emotional toll had already been too much and he already knew that from here on after, things would only escalate naturally—and it wouldn’t be long before both women fully and willingly accepted their relationship with him.

He looked down at the two beautiful, unconscious women in his lap and beside him, and then pulled both of them into his firm embrace, holding them tightly.

And even though they were completely passed out, it was almost as if both women instinctively knew they were lying on Mika. They subtly snuggled into his warmth, a satisfied, utterly peaceful look on both of their faces.

Mika just hugged them even tighter, smiling, thinking about the wonderful, scandalous future awaiting them all.