Back in the Game

Rosalind rubbed her temples. Her head drooped down, dark circles surrounding her eyes. Her mind was full of this impenetrable fog. Not the good kind that came after a long orgasm, but the crappy, can't focus kind that came with fatigue. No matter what she tried, sleeping, sexually exploiting the citizenry, warm tea, it didn't go away.

"Fuck everything."

The sun was rising, shining through the skylight she had put in to her makeshift lab so she wouldn't have to go outside all the time. She had blown another night, with little to show for it. She was losing the passion, the drive to discover and find things no matter the cost to her coffers or her soul. Her whole being was a creature of immoral experimentation...and it just wasn't thrilling her as much anymore.

So she had a lot of projects on the go. Not unusual. Usually she dashed madly in between them, frenzied fingers writing notes, or crafting some obscene apparatus. But it was all feeling so daunting now. Rosalind stared at the half-finished arch that dominated her lab. This breaching portal technology they'd gotten from the demonfolk was amazing...and also incredibly incompatible with her own research. Though they had managed to find the part of the ship that had held her lab supplies, months of exposure, sea water damage, and Earthmother-knows what else had made a lot of it unusable. The equipment she could salvage was scattered around the lab in various stages of use. But whatever she tried, no matter how much help she god from those creepy demon girls, the fundamentals just weren't coming together. She didn't need a gaping hole to a hell dimension, she needed a teleportal to another location on the same plane.

She put down her pen and stepped outside into the small walled garden, one overflowing with oddities. Aside from her lab equipment, her box of experimental seeds had survived as well. Sunblossom, Aphrosia, those goddamn vibrating yams...she had grown an assortment of the strange plants in this designated space, along with some of the weirder samples she had found in this land. She found a flower that grew in clusters, with the individual plants separated by as much as twenty metres. However, when one plant was harmed, the others reacted sympathetically. She didn't have a name for this curiosity yet, but the link it appeared to have with its kin was a fascinating biological anomaly. Linklillies? Connecthemums? She'd work on it.

A large fence, coloured Danger Yellow, politely suggested people stay out. But she wouldn't be held accountable for what they found on the other side. Specifically, they'd have to deal with a large sampling of fuckvines. She had managed to revive some of the tentacles from the wreck of the Grownship that had brought them to this land. The intelligence was gone, it seemed. Now they were just ravenous, dumb tentacles, more or less. Could be useful in another round of defences. They needed to be fed, and their cum reserves were running pretty dry.

She'd found a way to preserve it longer, but unfortunately the centaurs and Woodborn could only give so much. Negotiations with the Dohtye have been slow, but promising. In the meantime, she'd taken a few passing humans. Without her equipment to modify them, she had to coax them into compliance and generosity with a Greatest Hits selection from her garden. They could still be heard writhing and moaning in the basement, every moment caught between agonizingly sweet release.

What she really needed was manpower. Not just people to empty themselves into her heated coffers, but also workers to keep her many projects on the move. She needed help building a whole new lab, constructing large pieces of equipment, moving things, muscle to keep the proles in check, goons to grab more humans...and if they had thick loads of spunk to give, so much the better.

A crashing noise brought her train of thought to a dead stop. Two figures clad in dark leather smashed through her skylight, sending her scurrying off to the corner of the room to avoid the falling glass. When the last transparent shard fell, she noticed that they were opposite gendered but looked surprisingly similar. The male had a huge hammer that looked utterly unwieldy, the female had a slim sword she held in one hand. But why were they here? Were they related to one of the slaves she had locked up in the basement? Did they just not like plantgirls?

"Halt, heathen!" The male, no older than twenty, declared in a proud voice, "My sister and I have come to stop your nefarious deeds and perversions! In the name of all that is good and righteous, you will stop these horrid experiments and submit to the judgement of His holy authority!

Rosalind's palm slapped her forehead. Oh great. Fucking perfect.

Heroes.

"Can this wait?" the scientist muttered, "I'm really not in the mood right now."

"Quiet, monster!" The girl, around the same age, said defiantly. She stepped closer, thin blade held in a way that made it seem she knew what she was doing. Not that Rosalind would know, honestly. "You are met by Ursa and Tilly: brave adventurers and slayers of evil. We've heard tales of your foul deeds from here to Bracebridge! And we've come to put you out of your sick, twisted business!"

Rosalind dove for the alarm bell she had set up. Even had the words 'Ring In Case Of Adventurers' engraved on the side. She made a move for it, but the girl was there first.

"Just out of curiosity, are you two twins? Because you look a lot alike." Rosalind asked as she backed up, stalling for time.

"Yes, of course we are. Not that it matters, what with your imminent demise or potentially long-term incarceration!" The boy scoffed as his sister's blade getting closer to Rosalind. The boy, Ursa, seemed to be keeping his distance while his sister did the work. Maybe they took turns? But, yeah, they were right. She had more pressing issues to attend to. She looked to her other side for weapons. Various alchemical potions in different stages of readiness. But what did she have to lose? She picked up one of the glass beakers without breaking her gaze from the heroine, and tossed it at the ground. The container smashed, and the room flooded with the smell of mint.

"Damnit! My Pepminto! I was so close to cracking the unifying theorem between pepper and mint!" Rosalind cried, genuinely more distraught by that loss than the threat of death from these two dopes. She grabbed again, looking this time. Spotting one, she slammed it down at the girl's feet. A puffy blue liquid splashed forth, doubling in size it the flash of a second. Aha! Spongey...stuck. Still working the name. It reacted with air, creating an incredibly sticky adhesive for construction purposes. Or in this case, the perfect foot-trap!

"What in the world?" The girl asked as the strange substance caked her feet mid stride. She tried to bring her free foot down, but it only got stuck too. She pulled and pried to no avail. Her brother had seen enough, and came in with his great fuckoff hammer to end this. Rosalind had only mere seconds to deal...but where was it? She pawed through the cabinet behind the lab bench. She knew she had set it away somewhere...Aha!

"Surrender now, knave! If you have harmed my sister, I swear to God I will put you in the ground so deep He would never find you." The boy called, stomping towards Rosalind with a holy fury in his eyes. She only had once chance. She clutched the flask of clear liquid, waited until the last possible moment, and moved. With uncharacteristic dexterity, she dove out of the way of the overhead swing of Ursa's hammer. She slammed her back against the bench, narrowly avoiding getting bifurcated by Tilly's sword. And when she was far enough away and the twins were close enough together, she tossed the final solution.

The flask cracked, and out billowed a cloud of purple smoke. Rosalind watched the pair struggled to keep upright, the fumes infiltrating their minds and causing the parts governing sleep regulation to surge into overdrive. Hypnox, she called it. Just finished it up before her crisis of motivation. They stumbled with drooping heads, the girl flopping to the ground as she finally lost her balance. As they both passed out, an idea began to form in Rosalind's mind. It was...twisted, depraved. Disgusting even. She got to work immediately.

***

Ursa awoke on a comfortable bed. He sat up, eyes adjusting to the strange light given off by a shining flower in a cage on the ceiling. He was stripped to his underclothes, weapons nowhere to be found. He immediately looked for Tilly, who was on the bed opposite, still dozing.

"Nice to see you awake." A voice said. Sanding near the door was the terrifying plant woman. She was much shorter than he was expecting, but her track record was clear.

"Bad move being in the same room as me without your strange potions, wench." He said, standing up, rolling his shoulders forward and showing off his considerable muscles.

She shrugged. "Possibly. But I don't have the key to this room. The guards on the other side do. If you kill me, I told them not to bother feeding you. I know you might try killing me regardless, but think of your sister...would you really want to see her waste away to nothing?"

He bit his lip, letting his arms hang limply at his sides. "What do you want?"

"You care about your sister a great deal, don't you?"

"Of course," he said, "She's my twin sister. My best friend, too. We go on adventures and stop monsters like you."

"Interesting. See my people don't really have those kinds of kinships. Sure we love our mothers, but our sisters are sometimes wildly different in personality and interests. I've often been interested in human sibling bonding, especially fraternal twins like you two. And here you are, falling right into my lap."

Tilly stirred, rubbing her eyes. When she saw what was going on, she stood bolt upright.

"What do you want with us, monster?!" She demanded, arms crossed.

"Oh, nothing much. I just want you to be honest with yourselves. Y'see, my theory is that sibling love, especially twin love, is only one step removed from romantic love. And I'm here to prove it."

"WHAT?!" They both shouted in unison. Rosalind shook her head at their pitiful protestations. She cupped the brother’s flaccid cock through his underwear. Gently rubbing her palm up and down his length, she watched his body betray him. Ursa grunted, feeling himself harden. As Tilly looked away from the lurid scene, she felt her pussy lips tingle. It felt like she was being touched too, like she was getting gentle strokes along her lower lips. Tilly moaned, her dainty fingers dropping to her slit to rub herself through her clothes.

“Don’t blame her for enjoying this,” the Floran said as she continued to fondle his rigid length, “While you were out, I’ve gave you a gift. A way to sort out your little taboo lust for the benefit of all."

"Y-you're insane...I don't..." He cried, his cock twitching in her hand.

"Don't try to deny it. It's obvious to see. Why else would you be this hard?” Ursa turned to see his sister sliding her hand into her staining panties. When she started stroking her sensitive little bud, he felt a wave of pleasure roll across his body.

“Mfm…You fiend…I’ll…I’ll never.” Ursa said through clenched teeth.

“You’ll never what? Give in to your obvious love for your sister. Oh I think you will. While you slept, I injected a special solution into both of you. Tilly, was it? Yours went deep in your surprisingly tight muff. While Ursa's here went straight into his cumvein. It's quite remarkable, really. Derived from a plant I had in my garden. I call them Chaindaisies. This link you’re so obviously enjoying is the result. A pleasure-connection, sort of a psychic link between your genitals. When you get hard, she feels it. And when you start dripping girljuice, he starts leaking pre. The ultimate in family bonding."

“No! That’s wrong! That’s…” He couldn’t keep his thoughts together. It felt like he was getting rubbed in two places at once. Once by this monster, and once by his sister. His sweet, innocent sister, fingering her dripping wet pussy.

"Oh, and that's not all! The link has a special feature I think you'll both enjoy. It only allows release in direct proximity...In other words, the only way you’ll both be able to cum...is when you are balls-deep inside her.”

Both 'heroes' tried to scream, but it came out of them like a moan. Rosalind nodded to herself, making little notes in her book as the twins struggled with their forbidden feelings.

"You...horrible..oh...!" Tilly's words were lost in a series of pitiful little whimpers as she worked herself into a frenzy. Eventually she slid down her panties to get more sensation on her puffy little pussy.

“This is for the best. Once you cum inside your sister, it’ll all be so clear. You were meant to be together, no matter what your society says. Don’t worry about pregnancy. Any kids you have will be perfectly normal. I'll make sure of that. I want you to help me create a whole new race of docile servants. Would you like that? To be the progenitor of a whole new species of slut?” Rosalind stopped stroking him, his cock already engorged. The chain reaction was in effect. Tilly would feel her brother’s arousal, which would transfer over to Ursa, which would bounce back to his sister, and over and over again with increasing intensity.

Tilly fell onto the lab bed, unable to take the pleasure anymore. She pulled up her skirt and spread herself, looking at her Ursa with pleading eyes.

“Ursa,” she whispered, “I need to cum. I need to.”

Her brother stared, his hands fondling his cock. “We can’t, sis. We can’t give in!”

They held there for almost a minute, masturbating to each other and trying to deny their feelings. The buildup of pleasure continued, but no release could be reached. Ursa’s will began to falter. He stumbled over to his sister, his pants dropping to the floor.

“I’m so sorry, Tilly. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Do it! Fuck me, please!” She begged, her breathing shallow as his cock finally plunged into her depths.

He came as soon as he was inside, climax ripping through them both like lightning. His cock let loose, spraying inside her unprotected womb with fertile spunk. She squirted too, girlcum gushing out and soaking them both. He collapsed onto her, wrapping his arms around her lithe body as he withdrew his softening shaft.

"I'm sorry. I failed you. I couldn't protect you from this horrible creature." Ursa looked up at her, eyes welling in shame.

She gave a half-hearted smile, stroking her sticky fingers through his hair. "It's alright. I still love you. We'll find a way out of this."

They hugged each other for a while. But, slowly, inevitably, one of them began to rock against the other. Ursa whimpered, but gave into the inevitable much quicker than the first time. Tilly spread herself as he stuck himself back in, sliding in and out around his spent seed. She grabbed his hands with hers, holding them as they fucked.

Rosalind watched them writhe against their feelings, feeling a swelling of pride as Ursa got ready to shoot out another thick load into his sister. She had a few tricks up her sleeve in regards to the heroes. The pregnancies would be brief, plentiful, and intensely pleasurable for poor Tilly. Yes...she would breed a horrible army of servants with this act of incestuous copulation. And with them, Rosalind would build an empire the likes of wish Bellis could only dream of!

It was good be back.