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Long Live the Queen	By : razzaname Category: 1 through F > Charmed Views: 19860 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Time for a longer scene this chapter.

I should also say, later updates will likely not be this quick. I wanted to get this far in the story before my pace slowed, so that people could gauge whether or not they liked my writing style and how the story was going. That being said, I have several projects ongoing, and this is the only one to end up here, and the one that's not an especial priority. I'll do my utmost to finish it, however.
Stage one of her long term plan, Phoebe needed Piper to be imprisoned in the Underworld. That should frighten the Elders, especially if all went to plan.
And for said plan to work, there were two things to set up. Piper had to read a spell, with an element of her Underworld cell inside her body. Getting her to read the incantation was trivial: it was suitably vague in meaning, that she probably wouldn’t know what she was doing.
That, and Phoebe had edited a page in the Book of Shadows, so what looked like a vanquishing spell for one of the Beelzebub class of demon, was in fact a one-way ticket to the Underworld. While evil normally couldn’t touch the Book of Shadows, Phoebe wagered that a security hex by an ancient, non-Power of Three witch didn’t pose a threat to the Source of All Evil.
Next up was getting a piece of the Underworld into Piper. There were several ways to do that; the simplest would just be to slip it into her meal, or drink. The piece in question was a droplet of liquid crystal: there was a unique strain of it in most sections of the Underworld, hence its use for the spell.
Phoebe fancied a bit more fun than that. It wouldn’t do any harm.
Besides, after her brief, exhibitionistic experience in front of a crowd of demons, she couldn’t help but wonder what other taboos she’d been too afraid to try.
At her request, several dozen demons were tormenting a fair few witches worldwide. A select few witches: Leo’s other charges. The whitelighter would be running himself ragged trying to keep up with all of them, which meant he would not be here.
Using her power as the Source, Phoebe altered her own form. Dark dress and Queen of Hell became casual handyman, husband, and blonde whitelighter. A perfect mimicry of Leo: down to the slightest detail. When Leo had touched her earlier, she’d checked him with her enhanced senses.
Curiously, Phoebe reached down, rubbing her newfound cock. A decent size, by the feel of it. Only semi-hard, but about six inches.
If she was right, Paige would be sleeping (or trying to sleep), and Piper would be alone in her room, and as frustrated as Leo’s long trips away always left her. Well, not for much longer. In her best impersonation of Leo’s voice, Phoebe entered the room, not even trying to simulate orbing: why bother?
“Leo!” Piper sat up, surprised. “I thought the Elders called you away?”
Phoebe shook her head, easily pulling off Leo’s voice with her knew vocal cords. “I sorted things out,” she said. “Then I told them, I’d much rather spend some time with my beautiful wife, and that some other whitelighter can cover for me.”
“Are you sure?” Piper said, shifting in her seat as Phoebe sat down beside her. “I mean, I know your work’s important, and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of it-”
By then, Phoebe had pressed her lips to Piper’s neck, kissing a path along it. She knew how sensitive that spot was, on her sister.
“It’s fine,” Phoebe said, “If there’s something urgent, they’ll call, but until then… You’re the most important thing in the world to me, especially now, with all you’ve been through. You could use some comforting.”
Kisses trailed higher, crossing her jawbone. Piper had just enough time to giggle ‘comforting’, before Phoebe’s lips were on hers.
And that could have been it. She’d held a drop or two of the liquid crystal behind her lip, (it was harmless unless one recited the spell) and as soon as she slipped her tongue into Piper’s mouth, the deed was done. However, Phoebe couldn’t resist a bit more pleasure.
“I’ve missed you,” Phoebe murmured, playing the oft-vanished husband with relish, pushing Piper onto her back, and running her hands up her sister’s shirt.
Piper raised her arms, letting Phoebe throw her top across the room. Almost immediately after, she lowered her hands again, running them over Leo’s form, undoing his pants, pushing and later kicking them away, before pressing her hand to Phoebe’s crotch, feeling the bulge.
Such a risqué action from her sister made Phoebe hard instantly. Piper reached into her boxers, wrapping her hand around Phoebe’s cock.
“Really?” Piper said, chuckling. “Somehow, I noticed.”
“Do you blame me?” Phoebe said, with Leo’s voice. She pulled off her top too, momentarily hesitating, unused to doing that without boobs. Soon they were both naked save for Piper’s panties.
Phoebe moved her lips downward, a path of kisses over Piper’s neck, and to the peak of a boob, taking a nipple into her mouth. Teeth snuck out: Piper gasped, and Phoebe ran her hands up, eager to explore her sister’s body.
She cupped one breast, squeezing, all the while tugging on the other with her mouth. Piper made the most delightful whimpers, breath quickening: she parted her legs, winding them around Phoebe’s, urging her on.
Though she wasn’t sure exactly how Leo normally fucked, Phoebe opted for restrained roughness. At least, more restrained than she could be. Piper would put off any excess roughness to eagerness.
Pinching, biting, tugging: Piper moaned from pleasure more than pain. Phoebe was sure if she’d still had a cunt, she would be soaking just then, seeing how much her sister relished the semi-rough treatment. As it was, her cock twitched almost painfully, hard against Piper’s leg.
“Leo,” a low moan from Piper.
Momentarily, Phoebe froze. Saying his name was how they usually called the whitelighter: having the real Leo turn up during this would be all kinds of awkward. There was no sound of orbing however, so presumably Piper’s plea wasn’t interpreted as a summons, or Leo was too busy.
Glad, Phoebe ran her hands down Piper’s abdomen, moving them away from her chest: as she did so, she moved her head from one peak to the other, briefly captivated by the sight of Piper’s hard, saliva-moistened nipple. Then her teeth brushed against the other, and Piper whimpered again.
Her hands reached Piper’s panties, and didn’t slip beneath, cupping the outside, intent on teasing for as long as she could. Still, she could feel dampness through the material of her panties, and there was even a sign on her hips.
“Fuck,” Phoebe breathed, forgetting herself in her arousal, “You’re so wet.”
Piper bucked her hips, pushing up into Phoebe’s hand, breathless. Phoebe kept her head where it was, tongue flicking across Piper’s nipple, while her hand tenderly stroked at her cunt.
“I- ah,” Piper gasped, “I don’t know what’s behind your mood right now, but I am really not complaining. Just if- ah! Just if you were wondering.”
Well, you might complain if you knew. Phoebe smirked, and moaned herself as Piper reached down, grabbing her cock again.
“Please,” a gasp, “I need you in me. Now.”
“Right now?” Phoebe tilted her head. “I want to taste you, first.”
While Phoebe might not know her sister’s tastes in detail, she knew few women would turn down oral. And while, technically, this was her first time with a woman (outside of a few hasty fantasies), she had the inherent knowledge and memories of the Source: it encompassed much more than demonic politics.
“Fu-uck,” a low groan, as Piper quivered. The curse word from her innocent sister’s lips was deliciously erotic. “You know what Leo, I don’t care what’s gotten into you, just please, anything, please!”
Phoebe’s grin widened, and semi-reluctantly she left a hard nipple behind, hastily moving herself down Piper’s body: she bit the hem of the panties, tugging them to Piper’s knees. While Piper kicked them off, Phoebe was busy pressing her lips to her sister’s hips, tasting her wetness, before ascending straight for the source.
Even in Leo’s body, with a hard cock being lazily stroked and kept hard by Piper, Phoebe couldn’t remove her instincts as a woman. Faced with her naked and willing sister, going down on her was foremost in her mind.
And fuck, if her sister didn’t taste perfect.
Teasing, Phoebe traced the outline of Piper’s entrance, relishing the taste more than the experience. As soon as she elicited a gasp, she moved upward, knowing exactly where to find Piper’s clit, and sketching circles around it.
Such a gentle touch, and already it made Piper shake, hips thrusting into Phoebe’s face. Hands already on Piper’s hips, Phoebe had only to push a little harder, to keep them still enough so that she could keep licking.
With her hips pinned in place, Piper let her arms fall flatly to her sides, content to simply receive for now.
“More, Leo,” a louder moan, “More!”
She was going to wake up Paige, at this rate. Still, Phoebe obliged: one hand skated up Piper’s leg, until she could extend a lone finger, letting it slip into Piper’s cunt. Slowly at first, before curling, and finding a spot that sent an exquisite shiver all through her, and gaining a moan that was almost a scream.
“Fu-uck, Leo!”
Breathless herself, Phoebe felt her hips sway, idly rubbing her cock (she still wasn’t used to that appendage) against Piper’s lower leg. It wasn’t much, but it was enough stimulation to lessen her frustration.
And as much as Phoebe would have liked to talk, she found her mouth was very occupied by its current task, and she couldn’t bring herself to move it away. Her sister was delectable.
Two fingers inside Piper, now. She curled them, dragging them along one of her walls, and easily finding that same spot again. Piper shivered, and Phoebe exhaled, letting her tongue flick across Piper’s clit, again.
Piper was moaning more than breathing, by then. The sound was intoxicating, and Phoebe could barely wait for the time she could fuck her sister, as Leo probably usually did.
“I’m gonna-” Piper said, before her words were swallowed up by a scream. She arched her back, hips still staying in place thanks to Phoebe’s grip, but still shaking.
That’s it, cum for your little sister. Phoebe didn’t want to risk saying the words aloud, but thinking them sent an extra thrill through the proceedings.
Her mouth didn’t move, and her fingers kept stroking, kept curling, as Piper came, hard. Phoebe carried her through the ecstasy, lips and tongue prolonging it for as long as she could, relishing the taste: and relishing it all the more when she could pull back, to see Piper mostly still, lying back on the bed, glistening, chest heaving, and lips parted.
Unable to resist, Phoebe pulled herself further up her sister’s body, touching her lips to Piper’s. For a moment, Piper was surprised: then she kissed back, just as eagerly, running her tongue all around Phoebe’s mouth. Then, eventually, breathless, she fell back.
“What was that?” Piper managed to say, not even making an effort to sit up.
“What was what?” Phoebe said, hoping she hadn’t done anything too un-Leo-like. Then again, after cumming like that, Piper might not even care.
“That,” Piper said. She made a tiny, twitching gesture with one hand, then sighed. “I don’t know, you just don’t normally do that. You don’t go down on me that long, you’ve never kissed me after…”
“I just wanted you to have a night to remember,” Phoebe said, hoping her impression of Leo was passable. She kissed Piper’s lips again; “As for the kiss, I just wanted you to know how good you taste.”
A moment of silence. Piper inhaled, heavily, while Phoebe supported herself atop her. After a moment, her cock twitched, excited to no end by the sight of her well-fucked sister.
Then Piper reached down, and wrapped her hand around Phoebe’s dick. “Feels like you’ve waited long enough,” she said, “Want to fuck me now?”
Phoebe didn’t need to speak, the way she grinned enough of an answer, as she shifted, and Piper guided her sister’s cock to her wet cunt.
A room away, Paige was trying to sleep. Honestly. It was just more difficult than she’d have hoped, with those sounds coming from the next room. The walls weren’t particularly soundproofed.
She’d heard Piper and Leo going at it before, and it had been about as distracting then, but Piper was rarely quite this loud. After a minute or so listening to those moans, Paige fast realized it would be a while until they stopped, and she could sleep.
It probably would have been more bearable if Paige hadn’t already been having confusing thoughts about her sisters. She’d known them for less than a year, it still hadn’t quite sunken in for most of her body that they were relatives. Half-sisters technically but still blood relatives.
As a social worker, she knew the clinical aspects of what she was experiencing. Genetic sexual attraction; long-lost relatives reuniting often felt a surge of desire that was inappropriate, by all accounts. She’d managed to keep it under wraps, mostly, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t turned on like crazy by the various sounds of her sister being fucked.
Oh, this was all kinds of wrong. Justifying it to herself that she wasn’t going to be able to sleep otherwise, and that she wasn’t harming anyone while she was alone, Paige resigned herself to staying away for a little while. She shuffled upwards in her bed, until her back was against the wall.
She was in only her sleeping clothes: a top, and boyshorts. Quickly, she pulled her top off and, before she could change her mind, shimmied her underwear down to her knees. She whimpered as her hand brushed her entrance: she was more turned on than she’d thought.
Paige brought her legs up, keeping her feet far enough apart that she could imagine someone lying between them. Well, if she was going to do this, she’d do it properly, and just hope tomorrow wouldn’t be too awkward: biting her lip, Paige imagined it was Piper lying between her legs, and let her hands get to work.
At first, her imaginings were frenzies, uncontrolled. She didn’t know what she imagined her hands as, only that they were part of Piper: her sister’s hands, or mouth, or teeth, or tongue… She ran them down her hips, getting tantalizingly close, and over her chest, cupping and squeezing at her boobs, in turn.
It didn’t feel great for her, but it was how she’d imagine Piper might be. As hungry as she was, feverish and urgent in her touching, eager to explore every inch of Paige’s body. It added an extra thrill.
“Please,” Paige whispered, to her imaginary lover, “Please, Piper…”
A louder moan from the other room served as a kind of counterpoint, and Paige found herself curious as to how Piper would look, squirming, screaming around her. Shivering at the image, she tried to refocus her thoughts: naked Piper above her. Smirking, hands running over her chest like so, and letting her head descend further, further.
Paige looked down, half-thinking she could see Piper’s dark hair between her legs, as she moved one hand there, tracing the path Piper’s tongue would. Around her lips, then upward, over her clit. Paige gasped. And then Piper would go lower: she’d taste her, properly, with relish.
Her other hand stayed up, cupping a boob. A little roughly, a little urgently: her nails weren’t too long, but they were enough to sting as she scraped them along the tender skin. It sent another jolt of arousal through her. Paige gasped again, pinching the peak, and thrusting her hips forward.
Her legs collapsed: instead of having them pulled up closer to her body, she let them fall forwards, kicking her boyshorts off one foot, and imagining Piper would barely even notice.
“Please Piper,” Paige whimpered, “Please, I want to cum. I want you to make me cum with your mouth, to fuck me. Please, I want you Piper-” the words turned to a moan as her fingers curled, and found the perfect spot.
In the other room, she heard Piper scream in ecstasy, and found herself shivering in anticipation at the thought. That sound alone could have brought her close: with all her fantasizing…
It was when Piper was quiet for a few seconds, that Paige came, focusing on the sounds of her own breathing, her own gasps, and whimpers. She bit her lip to keep from saying her sister’s name, just in case it was audible through the wall and, shaking, found herself slipping back down onto the bed, one hand still idly holding her boob.
It was intense. One of the most intense she’d had; who’d have thought? She lifted her hand from her breath to her mouth, muffling any stray gasps, amazed at how the thought of her sister had made her feel.
She was just regaining her breath, when she heard Piper moan again. Smiling to herself, Paige shifted position, keeping one hand between her hips. This might be a long night.
Unaware of what the third Charmed One was doing, Phoebe was occupied with the delights of Leo’s body, as she slowly slid her cock inside her sister. The warmth enveloped her, providing sweet relief, even if she’d yet to cum.
“Fuck me, Leo,” Piper said, urgently, parting her legs to let Phoebe enter more easily. She gasped as soon as Phoebe’s cock was completely inside her, and Phoebe smirked.
“You only have to ask,” she said, low, letting her teeth brush across Piper’s neck. “You know I’m always willing to make you scream for me.”
“Scream?” Piper said, “That’s awfully ambitious.”
“Pretty sure I just succeeded,” Phoebe said, slowly pulling herself back, “But if you think you can go louder…”
She slid back into her sister, faster that time, hearing the slap as their bodies met. Piper gasped, from shock as much as anything.
“We’ll have to see,” Piper said. She smirked, perfectly flirtatiously; as if Phoebe needed another incentive.
My, this was a side of her sister she hadn’t seen before. Intrigued, Phoebe moved back, still consciously thinking over each thrust, making sure her sister could take it. As soon as her cock had almost left Piper, she pushed back in, faster; Piper gasped each time, a low, rattling breath.
Piper moaned at another push, reaching around to dig her nails into Phoebe’s ass, pulling her closer.
“Stop teasing,” she said, pulling Phoebe inside her. “Faster, you know I can take it.”
Phoebe smiled. Well, if Piper insisted: Phoebe sped up her pace, ignoring how much she enjoyed teasing her sister. Using her arms as supports, she moved as fast as she dared, intoxicated by the sight of her sister.
If she was hurt by the increased speed, Piper didn’t show it. Her nails dug into Phoebe’s back, leaving a passionate few lines in red, and she moaned again, and again, arching to press her boobs against Phoebe’s chest.
It was exquisite, to make her sister writhe like that. Phoebe gripped the sheets of the bed, harder; “Piper,” she said, warningly, all too clear what she meant.
“Going to cum?” Piper said, only slightly disappointed. “Go on. Cum in me, Leo, and- fuck!”
What might have been an attempt at dirty talk was cut off by a scream, as Phoebe lowered her head, biting more than licking Piper’s nipple. She tugged on it with her teeth, turning her head upwards to glance at Piper’s face, contorted in bliss.
Then gasping, Phoebe came, a last few thrusts of her hips inside Piper, hands pulling on the sheets so hard they came free, and her moans muffled by the flesh of her sister’s boob. She rode it out, keeping inside Piper, lost in the warmth of her cunt.
Idly, Phoebe let her eyes flicker to black, outside of Piper’s sight, magically ensuring no child would be born. Though she knew Piper and Leo were trying, and as much as she’d like Piper to be surprised when a baby Phoebe popped out, the last person to become pregnant by the Source (that is, her) had ended up killing said Source. It was a complication she didn’t want to deal with.
“That was-” Piper began, swaying her hips a little, and exhaling.
“Oh, we’re not done,” Phoebe said, pushing herself up from her sister’s chest, and smiling, moving her hips, and effortlessly getting hard again. Piper’s eyes widened as she felt the cock grow inside her.
“Leo,” she said, impressed. Her lips curled into a smile. “Sure you can manage?”
“Doesn’t it feel like it?” Phoebe said, making her dick twitch, and eliciting a gasp. “Right now, for you, I could go all night.”
That, and the fact she still had the same sex drive as before, and total control of her borrowed shape. She wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
She started to move, slowly again, meeting Piper’s eyes: it was only as her sister’s expression changed, became unreadable, that she stopped.
“You ok?” Phoebe said, frowning. Piper cracked a smile, and bit her lip, an especially lustful glint in her eye.
“I was just thinking,” she said, prolonging each syllable. There was some promise coming, evident in her tone, and the wait was almost unbearable. Piper was good at this. “Seeing as you’ve been so caring, and so good tonight, you might want to think about aiming a little lower.”
Phoebe slid back into Piper, momentarily confused. Apparently reading her expression, Piper rolled her eyes:
“Sorry for trying to be subtle,” she said.
“The blood isn’t in my brain right now,” Phoebe said, hoping it was a Leo-ish excuse. Not that the thinking part of Piper’s mind was especially active right then.
“Fair enough,” another eye roll; before Piper lifted her hips; “I’m letting you fuck my ass again. That any clearer? Because- fuck, I’m hot enough to do anything, and you deserve a treat. How’s that?”
For a moment, Phoebe blinked. It was a little more than she’d expected to get out of tonight, but she was so very far from complaining. That, and she heard the ‘again’; her big sister had taken it up the ass. Maybe not much by the sound of it, but she was sure that little titbit would be dancing around in her fantasies for a while.
“A bit better,” Phoebe said, low. “I’d still like to hear you say it again.”
She slid her cock into Piper again, making sure to cover it in the wetness of her cunt, getting reading. She pulled out so-slowly, gaining a long, ecstatic breath.
“Come on, Leo,” Piper groaned, impatient, needy; “I want you in my ass. I want you to fuck my tight hole until I’m screaming, and I want you to cum inside me, again. Just fuck my ass, please!”
Her voice rose toward the end of the plea, and Phoebe could only grin. Words she’d never thought sweet, innocent Piper would say; much less words she ever expected to make her sister say.
And without a word, Phoebe pulled back, felt Piper’s hand wrap around her cock, and guide it lower until the head pressed against the entrance to her ass. Then, slowly to start with, Phoebe slid inside.
A room away, Paige had just cum for the third time, shaking around her hand, lying on her front now, riding two fingers, and grabbing one breast. Shaking, she breathed out, and briefly relaxed, falling to the bed.
She let the melody of Piper’s moans wash over her for a few seconds, waiting until she had the energy to resume her frantic masturbation.
Soon, Piper was screaming, no doubt closer; before falling quiet. It didn’t sound as though she’d cum. Maybe Leo had, assuming it was Leo in there with her. Who else would it be?
Then Piper was talking. No, begging more than talking; Paige found herself straining her ears, a little too interested in hearing what her sister would be saying now. Just fuck my ass, please! Paige bit her lip at the sound, especially at the whimper Piper gave almost immediately after.
It wasn’t an act Paige had really given much thought to, if she was honest. For that moment, though, with her thoughts full of arousal and of Piper, she couldn’t think of anything more thrilling. Quickly, she shifted her position: she already lay on her front, she just pushed her knees forward, until she was kneeling, and her head pressed against the bed.
She peered back, over her shoulder, coyly smiling at her imagined Piper. “Is that what you want?” a whisper, bizarrely paranoid her sister might hear, despite how busy she sounded like she was. “Do you want to fuck my ass, Piper? My virgin ass?”
Paige kept one hand gently stroking near her clit, and over her other hand down from her chest, over the side of her hip, fingers edging closer. Then, biting her lip, she let her middle finger move into her ass.
She wasn’t sure if she wanted Piper’s fingers, or a toy, only that she imagined it was Piper doing this to her. Piper bending her over her bed, exploring new ground, making her gasp.
“More, Piper,” Paige whimpered. Finding she was too tight, at present, for a second finger, but being able to curl the first.
Curiously, she let two fingers from her other hand enter her cunt, wondering how it would feel to have both holes filled. Piper moaned the instant she did so, adding to the fantasy.
She curled both fingers at once, simulating the sensation of being filled, before beginning to rock her hips. Tremors ran through her whole body.
She couldn’t move the lone finger in her ass, but its presence alone was enough. Paige closed her eyes, to better imagine what Piper would do. Her sister kneeling behind her, fucking her any way she wanted.
Another cry from Piper, and Paige moaned, in echo to it, louder than she intended. Thankfully, neither Piper nor Leo seemed particularly intent on any antics other than their own.
Paige shifted; sped up the hand in her cunt, starting to use a third finger, her wrist moving to aid the pace. She turned her head, until she was face-down on the pillow, allowing herself to moan more openly, relieved that it sounded like the sound was muffled.
It didn’t feel like she’d be able to control the sounds she made, any more. She didn’t know if it was having something in her ass, or the turn her imaginings had taken, but she loved it.
She could almost picture it now, though. Piper’s face as stern as it had been when she’d been teaching her; and Paige found her fantasy preferred the idea of a strap-on now. Imagining one around her sister’s hips gained another gasp.
“Fuck me Piper,” Paige moaned, into the pillow, clenching her legs together, intensifying the shivers running through her. More desperate now, she jerked the finger in her ass; it hurt a little, but at the same time felt oddly pleasing. Curling it again, she moved her hips as though riding her other hand.
“I want to cum,” Paige whimpered, knowing she was close, “I want to cum with you in my ass, Piper. Can you- ah! Can you do that?”
She could only imagine how eager Piper would be to oblige, but imagination was all she needed. Paige screamed into the pillow, so much louder than she’d been before, hips shaking violently, and cunt tightening around her fingers as she came. A little way in, her knees gave way, and her body fell to the bed, hands still inside her, still curling and stroking and milking every instant of ecstasy she could get.
When the last aftershocks had departed her, Paige inhaled heavily, almost in shock from what she’d just done, and how it had felt. After such graphic dirty talk to herself, she was fairly sure she wouldn’t be able to look her sister in the eye tomorrow.
Then again, she reflected as she heard Piper moan once more, it could almost be worth it.
If she ever decided to settle down for the night, she’d definitely have to change these sheets. Until then, however, she might as well have her fun: legs still weak from how hard she’d just cum, Paige moved onto her back, keeping the lone finger in her ass, and wriggling a little, getting it in as deep as she could: riding it.
Picturing Piper above her now, Paige stared into the empty air as she slid three fingers back into her slick cunt, imagining she was the one to make her sister scream like that.
For her part, Phoebe was unaware of the part she’d had in providing Paige with the audible stimulus for her frantic fantasies. She was captivated by all the dirty things she was happily doing with her sister.
Piper’s ass felt fantastic. Phoebe looked down, guiding the cock of her borrowed shape slowly inside, inch by inch, pausing only when she heard Piper whimper. Then she looked up, and saw Piper nod, silently pleading for more.
Who knew her sister had it in her?
Then Phoebe had all eight inches of Leo’s dick inside Piper’s ass, and she let out a long, ecstatic breath. Tight, hot; and thanks to how insanely turned on she’d managed to make Piper, slick with the wetness from her cunt.
Piper wrapped her hands around the small of Phoebe’s back, meeting her eyes; “Fuck me Leo,” she said, shifting her hips slightly, for better access, and gasping at the sensation. “Please. Hard. I need to be fucked hard.”
Her voice was high, breathless; desperate. Just the way Phoebe liked it. Not moving immediately however, still completely buried inside her sister, she ran her hands up Piper’s abdomen, cupping each boob, fingers edging close to her nipples.
“Believe me,” Phoebe said, “You don’t need to ask for that,” then, a smirk. “Do you think I can make you cum? How would that be, making you cum from my cock in your ass?”
The intensity of her gaze burned. Piper bit her lip at the sight, and shuddered, the vibrations making Phoebe gasp herself.
“Leo,” Piper said, audibly impressed by how she prolonged each syllable, “If you can, we’ll be doing this a hell of a lot more often. That’s a promise.”
“I like the sound of that,” Phoebe said, smiling: before gasping as Piper’s hands pulled a little harshly on her back.
Taking the hint, Phoebe began to move. Still preparing her sister, she moved back with an agonizingly slow pace, until the head of her cock was barely inside: then she pushed, again slowly, feeling Piper open up for her.
Piper whimpered; then moaned, fast adjusting to the sensation. Eyes alight, Phoebe quickened, bit by bit, until she was moving as fast as she dared, her lips slapping audibly against her sister’s, and her cock moving all the way into Piper’s ass each time.
Piper moaned, and writhed on the spot, again giving Phoebe better access; and while she did, sending some delightful vibrations, and gaining a moan from her sister.
“M-more, Leo,” Piper moaned, pushing against Phoebe with her hips: clenching, as if she needed to be tighter.
Phoebe gasped, thankful for her magical control. She would have cum countless times before now, then included, if not for it: but, first, she wanted to see if she could make her sister cum like this.
“Are you close?” Phoebe said, whispering; she moved her hands, and dragged her nails down the sides of Piper’s tits. Her sister’s back arched. “Tell me, Piper. Are you close? Are you going to cum from my cock in your ass?”
Piper cried out, rather than answer: Phoebe pushed inside her again, harder that time. She never took her eyes from Piper’s body, relishing in the sight. Flushed, sweaty, shaking, and after another thrust, screaming.
Beautiful.
“Answer me,” Phoebe said, firmly, at the point where she didn’t care if she sounded too much like Leo. “Am I making you cum, like this? You going to scream for me?”
“Y-yes!” Piper moaned, surprising herself, and shifting her hips again: aiding Phoebe’s thrusts. “Yes, just- please, more.”

They weren’t particularly eloquent words, but her mind was quite clearly on something else. Not that Phoebe cared.
One more thrust, and Piper screamed, tightening round Phoebe, and squirming around her cock. It was quite a sight. Phoebe kept fucking, only slowing slightly, as she watched her sister cum, utterly intoxicated by how much she’d made her sister tremble.
Eventually, Piper collapsed back onto the bed, Phoebe still inside her (still now), and desperately tried to regain her breath. Phoebe lay atop her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest: not fully satisfied, but pleased by what she’d managed to do to Piper.
“Want to go again?” Phoebe said, playfully. Piper’s eyes widened.
“I don’t think-” a hasty inhalation as Phoebe pulled out, “Fuck. I don’t have the energy. I don’t know where you’re getting yours, either.”
Pity. Well, Phoebe reflected, she’d done all she’d had to: she’d done more than she’d had to, for that matter.
“Wait,” Piper said, glancing down between their bodies. “Did you-”
“Not the second time,” Phoebe said, guessing what Piper meant. She was still hard: still pressed against her sister’s hip.
Without another word, Piper reached down, wrapping her hand around Phoebe’s dick, and moved up and down its length a few times. Maybe it wasn’t much, but she was too sensitive to do more: and with Phoebe as turned on as she was, it was easily enough.
Gasping, Phoebe came, cum dripping over her sister’s upper leg, and pooling on the bed beneath her. Breathless, Phoebe rolled off to the side, letting herself go soft. While it was tempting to stick around, see if she could get Piper in the mood again, it probably wasn’t worth it. That, and she wasn’t really one for cuddling, especially when the real Leo might be back sometime.
Phoebe jerked up, sitting, and looking apologetically at Piper.
“One of your charges?” Piper said, guessing. Phoebe nodded, glad Leo had such a convenient excuse. “Alright,” a sigh, “At least it wasn’t during, this time.”
“I know,” Phoebe said, leaning across to kiss her sister’s lips; “I’ll try to make it back later, sorry.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Piper said.
Phoebe stood, to leave, hastily picking up her clothes. As she got dressed, using that as an excuse for why she didn’t orb out immediately, she moved toward the door. As soon as Piper looked away for a moment, Phoebe departed in the flames of the Source.

The next morning, Piper and Paige were humming happily when Phoebe went downstairs. Phoebe could guess what was behind Piper’s good mood, but she wasn’t too sure about Paige’s. Still, neither mood would last.
Leo still wasn’t back. Her demon followers had really gone above and beyond, terrorizing every witch from there to Europe, making sure Leo’s charges kept needing his help.
Phoebe passed a window looking out over the front garden, pleased to see Zeran loitering on the street, wearing sunglasses to hide her one non-human feature: eyes that flashed red. As they’d arranged. Preparing herself for a performance, Phoebe inhaled: then she yelped, recoiling as though stung, and staggering away from the window.
“Phoebe?” Piper and Paige approached her, leaving their breakfasts half-uneaten, as soon as they heard their sister’s cry.
Playing traumatized, Phoebe sat down, catching her breath. She gratefully gulped down a glass of water that Paige orbed in.
“Demon,” Phoebe said, gesturing to the window. “I- I know her. She was one of the ones that chased me. Close to Cole.”
Her two sisters looked out the window, to where Phoebe pointed.
“She looks human,” Piper said, slowly.
Phoebe shook her head. “I’d recognize her. Please, trust me,” she widened her eyes, as though realizing something. “Can you knock her sunglasses off? Her eyes- I think they were red.”
Paige stepped forward then, murmuring ‘sunglasses’, and shifting the ones Zeran wore just a few centimetres forward. As desired, they slipped off: Zeran caught them, but looked up, glaring at the house.
As she and Phoebe had planned, her eyes flashed a vivid, unquestionably demonic, crimson.
“Sorry for doubting you,” Piper said, distractedly, not taking her eyes off the demon. “Paige, Book of Shadows?”
“Already on it,” said Paige, summoning the book into her arms, and flicking through it. “Phoebe, can you remember anything about it?”
“A little,” Phoebe said. She paused, acting as though she hated to remember. “She had some telekinesis, I think. Hand-directed. And fire, she definitely had that. Burned me,” Phoebe looked down, wincing. “Blue fire. And-” she hesitated. “There was something different about her. Something Cole said he was working on, I can’t remember.”
That would be her out. No common demon had the power to summon a chosen victim to the Underworld: if Zeran had somehow been granted special power, however…
It also gave her the extra pull her plan needed. The knowledge of a new demon like the Zeran she was creating would terrify the Elders.
“Got it,” Paige said. “Don’t know about the extra stuff, but blue fire, red eyes: Beelzebub demon. Charming. There’s a vanquishing spell.”
Or rather, a spell Phoebe had edited to insert an incantation she felt would be much more useful, for her.
Perfect timing. Phoebe sent a thought out to her demonic underling, telling Zeran it was time to enter. Immediately, the demon rushed toward the front door, telekinesis unlocking it, and bursting inside.
Phoebe used her own telekinesis to lift herself and, before anyone could react, throw herself at Paige; as planned, Paige dropped the book (Piper catching it), and both were flung against a wall.
“I thought you said hand-directed,” Paige muttered, getting to her feet. “She didn’t move her hands at all.”
“Thought it was,” Phoebe said. “Did say there was something extra though. Maybe she was… improved.”
“On what, demon steroids?” Paige said, and sighed. “Never mind.”
Piper was already reading the ‘vanquishing’ spell, as Zeran approached. Paige hastily got to her feet, throwing a chair to delay the demon. Not that Zeran was going to seriously hurt any of them, but they didn’t know that.
“All things to their rightful place: whether it be high or low,” Piper recited, “Beings good and beings cruel, let them reap what they sow. Everything to where it should be: creature touched by the depths, let flames consume thee!”
Phoebe did so love the poetic incantations. It was nearly impossible to tell what they meant. That spell could have been a vanquishing spell, it was just bad luck it would end up banishing Piper to the Underworld.
A few sparks of light were summoned, to put on more of a show. Something white hit a red barrier: an indication that the spell had been reflected off Zeran. A power her class of demon didn’t have. Recognizing the signal, Zeran raised one hand, and snarled.
And red flames burst forth from the ground, consuming Piper. Paige stared on, not quite realizing what was happening, until there was no sign of her sister beyond a charred mark on the wooden floor.
“You,” Zeran hissed, at the last two Charmed Ones. “You I will face later.”
Phoebe inclined her head, just slightly, in thanks. A thought later, and she sent Zeran back to her home in the Underworld, to speak more later.
Already Paige was crying for Leo. Phoebe let herself fall, again, and forced tears from her eyes.
She could guess exactly what would happen. The Elders would report Piper was not dead, only imprisoned in hell. The Power of Three would be declared broken, and the Elders would dedicate their resources to working out just what kind of demon Zeran was.
Meanwhile, Piper would stay safe, downstairs, in Phoebe’s private room. No demon would dare question her, after that success.
Things were going well. It was just a pity she couldn’t smile.
Leo orbed in quickly, as the look on his face as Paige filled him in, the cry he gave as he saw the ash where his wife had once stood… Phoebe couldn’t help but find it immensely satisfying.
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