Chapter 38

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Mrs. Zoe Baldwin smiled in delight when the spectral forms of two of the ghosts slid out of the wall. The dryad had wandered away from the others, wanting to just find her own delights. It was fun sharing it with them, but there were all these monster girls to love. She had passed through the guard room, where Garnet had gotten distracted, and then crossed the mermaid pool. Nina Naughty had jumped down there.

Now the dryad wandered the Third Labyrinth. She felt that subtle shifting. Her son had changed the layout of the dungeon. Almost immediately, the two ghosts found her. She smiled as they appeared out of the wall, their bodies delicious as they floated towards her. They were translucent and shed a green light in the darkness of the labyrinth.

It was “dark” but Mrs. Baldwin would still see. She was at home here.

“Oh, aren’t you two adorable,” the dryad said, her leafy-green hair falling around her golden-brown face. “Mmm, I bet you two have never had breast milk before.”

“Breast milk,” one of the ghosts said.

“That sounds ... intriguing,” her sister answered.

The dryad cupped her breasts, lifting her big and lush tits. She squeezed them. Beads of milk appeared on the ends. A smile spread on her lips. “Well, let’s find out if you can drink milk. Did you drink my son’s cum? I can’t imagine he didn’t fuck you both.”

“He did, Mrs. Baldwin,” purred one.

“The Dark Master ravished us all,” moaned the other.

“Mmm, and what’s your names, cuties.” The dryad smiled, squeezing her tits.

“I’m Dusata,” the first one said, her eyes locked on the dryad’s large boobs. Milk beaded her nipples. The ghost licked her lips.

“Grobi,” the other said. She lowered down to suckle on the dryad’s teat. But the ghost didn’t bend over or kneel. Her feet just passed through the floor.

Cold, spectral hands cupped Mrs. Baldwin’s right breast. Grobi’s fingers dimpled them. The ghost leaned in and latched her mouth on the dryad’s fat nipple. Milk squirted into the ghost’s mouth. The white liquid could be seen through her translucent flesh. It outlined the inside of her mouth. She swallowed it, the milk flowing not to a stomach, but seeming to diffuse like mist through her spectral body.

The ghost slid her mouth off and moaned, “That’s delicious, Mrs. Baldwin.”

“Dusata?” the dryad asked, hefting her left tit.

The ghost moaned and joined her sister at nursing from the dryad. Mrs. Baldwin’s pussy clenched as their cold, deathly lips nursed the life from her breasts. Her milk squirted into the ghosts’ mouths. The pleasure shot through Mrs. Baldwin, her twat drinking in the delight.

She swayed there, whispering as they pleasured her. Their fingers kneaded her tits in such an exciting way. Her cunt clenched, this wild heat washing over her. She groaned, her heart hammering so fast. She closed her eyes, groaning from the hot delight. It rippled through her body. It was a wonderful sensation.

Her pussy clenched as she enjoyed every second of nursing the two ghosts. They both moaned in haunting ways as they nursed from her nipples. The pleasure rippled through the dryad. She groaned, her voice echoing down the hallway.

“Oh, you two are making my pussy so wet,” she moaned. “Just so juicy. Ooh, Dusata! Grobi! Welcome to the harem. My son made some delicious ghosts.”

They both groaned around the dryad’s nipples between suckles.

The milk streamed into the ghosts’ mouths. They suckled with such delight. Their cool lips felt so wonderful on the dryad’s hot nipples. Mrs. Baldwin felt so feverish. Her flesh almost blazed. She wiggled her hips, her breasts rising and falling. This was a wonderful delight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she groaned as they nursed from her. “You’re so wonderful. Yes, yes, just so amazing.”

A big smile spread on her lips. Her nipples throbbed. She trembled as her milk spilled into their mouths. Her heart hammered in her chest. Her back arched and pussy clenched. The heat rose and rose in her.

Pussy cream soaked her bush. A trickle ran down her thighs. Her toes flexed against the stone as she held the ghosts to her tits. Their spectral mouths nursed with hunger. Chilly fingers massaged her tits.

“That’s so wonderful,” she moaned. “Ooh, you’re making me feel so juicy.”

Dusata pulled her lips from the dryad’s nipple. “I want to taste how juicy you are, Mrs. Baldwin. You are the Dark Master’s mother, no?”

“Yes, I am,” the dryad moaned. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you two.”

“The Dark Master showed us his love,” Grobi moaned. “Would you love me?”

“I would,” purred the Dryad. “How?”

The two ghosts glanced at each other, then Dusata sank even lower into the floor. Her head pressed up between the dryad’s thighs. Instead of pushing her legs apart, the sides of the ghost’s head phased through the dryad’s legs. A moment later, Dusata nuzzled into the thick, green bush and licked at Mrs. Baldwin’s cunt.

The spectral tongue flicked over her folds. She shuddered, spreading her legs apart to stop having the ghost be in her. A shiver ran through her. That cool tongue licked at her hot and feverish flesh, sending pleasure rushing through her.

“Oh, yes,” Mrs. Baldwin moaned as Grobi rose into the air, her round boobs passing the dryad’s face. Mrs. Baldwin licked a nipple, making the ghost whimper.

But those breasts kept rising as the ghost’s legs slid through Mrs. Baldwin’s torso. The spectral chill sent a wicked shiver through her. A heartbeat later, Grobi was sitting on the dryad’s shoulders, her spectral pussy right before Mrs. Baldwin’s lips. A faintly sweet aroma filled her nose.

The dryad stroked her warm tongue through those cool petals. She shivered at the taste. It was almost not there, but Grobi had a sweetness. A shiver ran through Mrs. Baldwin. Her large breasts jiggled as the other ghost feasted on her cunt.

“Oh, yes,” the dryad moaned as she shuddered beneath Dusata’s licking. “Oh, my, that’s so good.”

“So tasty,” moaned Dusata, her voice echoing around them. Her cold tongue wiggled deep into the dryad’s warm pussy.

Life and death swirled about. A shiver ran through Mrs. Baldwin. She tongued the ghost’s pussy, savoring those spectral traces of sweet cream. Grobi’s moans were distant echoes that bled out of the ceiling. They rippled around the dryad.

She fluttered her tongue against that spectral pussy. She feasted on the ghost’s cunt, loving every moment of licking and lapping at her. It was a treat for the dryad to enjoy. She shuddered, licking with such hunger at the girl’s cunt.

She plunged her tongue in deep. She danced around in that snatch, feeling the cool flesh. The ghost’s drifting moans echoed around the dryad. Her boobs jiggled as she trembled there, Dusata’s tongue fluttering up and down her folds.

That naughty, cool tongue brushed Mrs. Baldwin’s clit.

She gasped in delight. The heat rushed through her. It was incredible for her to feel. She groaned through the bliss. She fucked her tongue in and out of Grobi’s pussy, savoring Dusata’s fluttering tongue caressing that naughty bud.

“Oh, god,” whimpered the dryad. “Oh, that’s delicious. Oh, yes, yes, you two ghosts are wonderful.”

“You are so warm,” moaned Dusata. “So full of life. I want to drown in it.”

“I’ll drown you,” whimpered Mrs. Baldwin. “And Grobi, are you going to flood me with passion.”

“You have my passion,” the ghost moaned. “Dark Mother, you have it.”

The dryad shuddered at that title. Then she latched onto Grobi’s clit. She suckled on that cool bud. A shiver ran through the Life monster girl as she nursed on the Death monster girl’s nub. She suckled hard, nursing on it.

And so did Dusata.

The other ghost slid her spectral lips around the dryad’s clit and nursed. Pleasure shot through Mrs. Baldwin. Her pussy drank it in. She rose and rose towards her climax. She would have a big one. Just burst in pleasure. She shuddered, savoring every moment of his delight. A big burst of rapture would shower through her.

She couldn’t wait for that moment. She would explode. It would be fantastic. Her entire body trembled. Her cunt clenched. The heat built and built in her. She whimpered, her body trembling from the delight.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned around the ghost’s clit. “I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, Dark Mother!” groaned Grobi, her voice drifting out of the ceiling, muted. Muffled. But still strong. “Lady Ereshkigal’s cold cunt!”

The ghost’s thighs squeezed about the dryad’s head. A faint gush of juices, almost like the memory of a pussy releasing a flood of cream, spilled from the ghost’s cunt. The dryad drank that sweet delight, gulping it down.

Dusata nibbled her soft, cool lips on the dryad’s hot clit. Sparks burst. Mrs. Baldwin joined Grobi in delight. Pleasure burst in the motherly dryad’s cunt. Her juices gushed out and bathed Dusata’s mouth. Rapture shuddered through Mrs. Baldwin.

She squealed her delight, stars bursting across her vision.

She tongued Grobi’s cunt as the pleasure swept through her own body. Mrs. Baldwin drowned in rapture and ghostly passion. Her big boobs bounced and jiggled as her body shook. Her toes flexed against the stone floor. She whimpered, her heart pumping heat through her veins.

Dusata lapped up the cream, her tongue sliding through the dryad’s hot folds. Mrs. Baldwin loved every moment of it. She quivered through the ecstasy, hitting that peak of bliss. She trembled there, panting as she came down.

The ghosts floated from her body, spectral legs passing through the dryad’s flesh. A shiver ran through Mrs. Baldwin. She stumbled back into the wall, panting. The two ghosts drifted together and then started kissing.

The sisters’ lips melted into incestuous passion, their spectral bodies almost merging. It was impossible to tell where Dusata began and Grobi began. Mrs. Baldwin shuddered as they shared their love for each other.

She smiled. What a wonderful harem Leo has created.

When Crystal entered the Hellfire Room, she smiled. Her frozen body should melt in boiling temperatures, but this was her little brother’s dungeon, and she was his dominating big sister. She could not be harmed by anything here.

Flames erupted from vents, the heat rippling over her. Her blue skin reflected the ruddy highlights. Her ice-white hair fluttered around her. Hot currents swirled through the room. Her big breasts jiggled as she moved through it, crossing the uneven floor.