The implications hit every woman in the room simultaneously.
They could become strong.
All of them.
Their eyes lit up. Every face. The mother's dark eyes. The succubus's golden eyes. Soha's dark eyes. The spider woman's gray eyes. The same expression forming on every face, the expression of women who had been caged, who had been helpless, who had been told they were weak.
They could never be weak again.
He looked at them.
He saw the realization. He saw the hunger.
"Of course, I can give the powers," he said. "But I need..."
He kissed the daughter.
His mouth closing over hers, his tongue pushing past her lips, the taste of breakfast and milk and cum transferring. Her eyes rolled, her body convulsing.
He pulled back.
"...all of you to be my women."
"We already are."
The words came from all of them. Not in unison, but close. The mother's voice, the succubus's voice, Soha's voice, the spider woman's voice.
He chuckled.
He finished his food.
He walked toward the bathroom.
