As the day passed, those planning to betray the empress met again, gathered and waiting. When the two other cloaked figures entered the room and again laid the crystal out, everyone was called to task.

"I have it," one of the gathered said, bringing forth the powder that could incapacitate even the Empress.

"And are you sure about this?" Another asked, wondering if such a thing could exist.

"What does it matter to you? You’re not the one going into her room to get the requested items."

"And if one of us is captured, it’s not like we are all going down anyway. None of us even know who each other is..." Although this was said, no one believed it. They had all done their own homework on one another. Even if they hid their identities and never revealed one another, none of them would trust one another either and each had invested heavily in finding out who was attending these meetings, even if they didn’t know exactly who was who.

It was basically an unspoken rule that even if they knew who each other was, they would never bring up a name. It was a pact of mutual destruction in the end.

"Enough," one of the late commers had said, shutting everyone up.

"This have proceeded to this point, so there is no need to argue further. The information has been retrieved and one of the Empress’ guards have been bribed although I can’t even begin to tell any of you what that cost. Still, everything should be ready for later on tonight. Once we leave here, the mission begins. As for those who have no active part from here forward, remain active and visible. Do something helpful for people, distribute food or whatever you can think of. I’m not thinking we will be revealed, but each of you should start recruiting people to follow you in the future and the best way to do that is to start convincing them now. As for the ones who played a more active role in this operation... We shall have first access to the troops and guards currently residing here as a reward. Just be careful around the ones who are calling themselves ’Death Walkers." I don’t know what kind of medicine that young brat Laz fed them, but they are strong and fiercely loyal to him. If you even try to bad mouth him in any way around them, they will almost certainly attack you unannounced so keep that in mind."

After the cloaked person finished speaking, some wanted to speak up about the unfairness of allowing the fighters to be recruited by just a certain few, but with one raised hand, they silenced all of them.

"There is no argument. Without their effort, or my own, none of this would be possible. Now move about your business and remember... Silence is golden," They said before standing and moving to the door. Everyone else rose and left and well, beginning their own plans.

...

Las was currently being fed grapes by Nesha while an energetic Anisha, Nesha’s mother, bobbed up and down on his massive rod, making her stomach bulge with each trust deep inside of her as her love nectar poured down her legs in rivers. Pooja was currently off to the side, naked with her legs spread as though not a care in the world as she drank deeply, replenishing the fluids she had lost just recently.

’So technically, this is me fucking three generations of the same family, right? There’s got to be a record somewhere about this... no idea what it is though, but something, right?’ Laz thought to himself as he couldn’t believe it when they showed up in his room tonight wearing very little of anything.

"Think we were just going to forget about you rebuilding our race just because a little thing like annihilation gets in the way?" Anisha asked with a smile as she pushed Laz back, forcing him back into the room as Nesha and Pooja made their way inside as well before closing the door. After that, Laz didn’t get much of a say in anything. While Pooja’s purplish skin was starkly different from Anisha or Nesha and her demon features a bit more pronounced, they still all seemed like they were cut from the same mold, including their looks and bodies. But as Pooja was the oldest and strongest, she had first dibs, then came her daughter and then granddaughter.

Laz couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of a slang term for something like this.

And did it seem weird? Well, Laz wondered that as well but the three women just laughed off his concerns. In their tribe, the older women normally guided the younger woman in ways to both pleasure a man and how to do things as carefully as possible. As for the men themselves, having additional beauties on hand had never been a concern before and Laz seemed to be the first person to bring it up, although even they had to admit that normally the men wouldn’t know the women in the room were related.

Anisha’s body rocked again as an orgasm took her to heights she had never before been as her poison rocked Laz’s body, but felt like nothing more than a warm surge as he exploded into her, cause her to go over the cliff edge willingly as he body fell back from the effort. Her hips rocked up as Laz’s manhood exploded loose, strings of white, sticky juice still connecting them as Laz’s meat club stood at attention once again while goblets of more just flowed freely from Anisha’s convulsing body.

Pooja set down her cup and walked over, a sly grin on her face.

"Grandma, you promised me I could go next," Nesha said, seeing Pooja come close.

"Girl, be thankful I don’t smack you for calling me grandma right now. And you will go next. The boy just needs a bit of a cleanup. Don’t need any of this treat going to waste," Pooja said, wrapping her blood red lips around Laz’s shaft as she sucked a licked the remains away before turning her attention to the parts that would have been too far down for her to fit into her throat.

What Laz didn’t expect was just how long Pooja’s tongue was, coiling around his manhood like a snake, she seemed to want to milk far more out of him than just the leftovers she had gotten and she was doing a damn fine job of making that happen.

This tactic of hers didn’t go unnoticed by Nesha either who started throwing grapes infused with energy at her. While it wasn’t enough to hurt the strong woman, it was distracting.

"Knock it off and move it you old hag. It’s my turn now!" Nesha said, threatening her with the entire container. Of course she hadn’t meant it, but she ended up touching on Pooja’s sore spot.

"Oh... You’ve done it now little girl..." Pooja said as she began crawling across Laz to get to her disobediant granddaughter.

SMACK!

A loud sound echoed out as Pooja yelped, her but still shaking from the blow.

Anisha’s eyes were slightly open and even her hand was red although the orgasm glow hadn’t left her yet when she said.

"Leave the girl alone mom. I know it’s been a while for you, but it’s been her whole life for her, ok?" Anisha said, not even moving as her legs were still pressed against Laz’s.

"Couldn’t you have found a gentler way of getting my attention?" Pooja said, retreating backwards while rubbing the hand print on her purplish skin.

"Don’t act like you didn’t like it. Compared to some of the things you’ve done in the past, a slap like that is more of a greeting than anything else," Anisha said with a sigh, although whether she had watched her mother do these things or just heard about them, that wasn’t something she would ever speak of.

"Good point. Alright dear. I’ll let you off this once. But next time you call me something like that, I’m going to tie you to a wagon, stick a fat candle in every hole I can find and drag you naked through the fortress," Pooja said with a wicked smile on her face.

"Ha. You don’t scare me. You’d never do that to your own granddaughter," Nesha replied.

"Nope. She would. She won’t risk hurting one of her kin, but embarrassing them? Just be glad she gone soft in her old age. Back when I was your age, she would have made you do all that while jacking off any guy interested."

"You make it sound so horrible. What better way to train you girls than to really get you dirty? Besides, my mom would have had left us like that until we swallowed the juice of at least one hundred men. I mean, our lips couldn’t touch them, but if they wanted to take the risk, they were more than allowed to. Kind of like a little taste of poison before the real thing."

"That’s horrible," Nesha said, getting up on the bed to mount Laz.

"Girl. That’s just the way it was. And if you do that, you’re going to regret it when you can’t control your legs and slip down, impaling yourself. With your weak body, it might just come out your mouth and drown you. Nope. Get on all fours and let the boy poke you slowly until it fits," Pooja ordered and Nesha obliged.

"Alright Laz. Time to make her a real woman," Pooja said with a laugh as Laz got up, feeling the fire of the demon poison still flowing through him, making his blood race.

"Jaja. I’ve been with a man before..." Nesha complained at her words.

"Not like this. And they died long before they had even gotten more than a pump or two in. Doesn’t even count. If you’re not blacking out, it didn’t happen. Now relax those hips and let the magic happen," Pooja ordered, dragging Anisha out of the way by her arm, her whole body still unable to move.