The Dark Rebirth of Pandora: Revenge of the Abyss

Chapter 682: Elena Part 3

After finishing all the paperwork, I started toward my room, where Elena and her mother would be. Honestly, I’d thought a lot about killing Elena’s mother for hurting her in the past.

But I’m someone who understands the why and the context, and besides, Elena clearly doesn’t hold a grudge against her because she also understands the family "rules" that got her kicked out. So I won’t do anything too terrible to her.

Still, I’m not about to let everything slide either. But of course, I hope Elena can get along with her now that the two of them will be thrown together in a very similar situation.

"I’m here!" I say, already opening the door, but I immediately freeze in surprise. The two of them are on the bed in very revealing lingerie while Sylvia carefully brushes Elena’s hair.

"...Oh, Pandora! Good, you’re here already!" Elena says while I study the colors of Sylvia’s emotions, and to my surprise, they’re very positive.

’Weird...’ I have to admit I expected more "conflict," but there isn’t any. Sylvia really does seem to like Elena, though I can’t say whether she likes the new Elena — the powerful one — or if she always liked her this way and only kicked her out because of the strict family rules.

"You two look great," I compliment them, staring at Sylvia’s huge tits. Even though they’re very large, bigger than mine even, they’re still strangely proportional to her body and carry a unique beauty.

’It’s almost a watermelon...’ I look at my own tits. They’re undeniably large, and I like them that way, and I don’t want them any bigger. But I do wonder what it’s like to live with tits that huge. It must be pretty awful, since tits get in the way of a lot of things.

"Sylvia, can you see your belly when you look down?" I ask with genuine curiosity.

"...?...No." She seems confused by the question but gives the answer I expected. Of course she can’t. With tits that big, the most she’d ever see is maybe her own legs, if that. Which, honestly, I doubt she can even manage that when looking down from a standing angle.

"Does my body seem satisfactory to you, Goddess?" she asks me as she moves a little away from Elena on the bed.

"Yeah, it does. Better than I expected from someone old. Your husband was lucky — you aged like wine." I know he’s already dead, and I really don’t care, but it’s a fact that she’s very well preserved considering the average lifespan of succubi.

"..." She just gives a restrained smile without saying anything else while I think about it a bit. Elena seems to love her mother a lot and obviously wanted to be close to her again, but their family conditions prevent it. So this threesome we’re going to have is Elena’s chance to reconnect with her mother.

And since Elena is my loyal servant who’s been with me from the very beginning, I obviously want to give her the attention she deserves, and I think this is a fitting reward.

"Sylvia, you can call me Pandora. And Elena, I think we can start now." I begin taking off my clothes, locking the door with my tail.

"S-Sure, Pandora!" Elena says timidly, but with obvious anticipation for what’s about to happen.

...

...

...

"Sylvia, you can call me Pandora. And Elena, I think we can start now," Pandora says to me and my mother as she takes off her clothes. My wings flutter in anticipation and my tail trembles anxiously.

"S-Sure, Pandora!" I say to her, barely able to wait. It reminds me a little of the past, when we used to have this kind of relationship together. And on top of that, thanks to Pandora, I’m managing to get close to my mother again.

"Since there are three of us today and I have a considerable preference for doing things on my own, I think a different kind of preparation is more fitting," Pandora says, going to her wardrobe and opening it. She takes out a bottle of wine and a glass, then heads to the chair by the room’s table and sits down.

"You two can start warming up for me. I’m going to drink some wine and watch. I want you to hold each other, kiss, and touch each other until I decide you’re ready. After all, I don’t want to waste time having to get your bodies going when there are already two of you," Pandora dictates in a very authoritarian way, opening the wine bottle and pouring herself a glass.

Her naked body is a true temptation, and Mama has a look of great interest in Pandora.

I look at my mother, a little embarrassed, and she just gives me a smile when she notices I’m looking at her. I’m not quite sure what to make of this, but if it’s what Pandora asks for, then it will be done.

"W-Well, I guess we should start?" I say to Mama, who gives me a nod.

"Of course. It’s a good time for me to teach you new things... you’ve grown so much..." She seems sad for me, but her praise lifts my spirits a little.

"I understand why you did what you did in the past... and it’s okay," I reply, and she looks unsettled, not knowing what to do. I’m not entirely sure what Pandora wants us to do exactly, either.

"Well, let’s start with a kiss and a hug. I think that’s the most proper beginning?" she says, stretching her arms out to me. I move closer and hug her, and the hug feels so good. Her warm tits remind me of my childhood, when I used to hug her.

"You’ve grown up so well..." she says, looking into my face, and I see longing in her gaze. If it weren’t for the family rules, we could have been much closer in the past.

"Yeah... I got really strong and different thanks to Pandora..." She brings her face closer to mine and kisses me. Unlike most races, among succubi the concept of "incest" doesn’t exist. We even use the term, but it’s only to adapt to other races.

Biologically and culturally, it doesn’t exist. So kissing my mother isn’t strange — it’s actually warm, and it feels like recovering something from the past that had been broken.

"..." Our tongues meet as my arms tighten around her, pulling her closer. Our tits press against each other, squeezing together, while our tails find each other and intertwine.

"You seem really happy, Elena," Pandora says as I glance sideways at her from the corner of my eye. I wink at her in thanks — for giving me a chance to get close to my mother again.