The Power of Creation – Chapter 216

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“I must apologize, my wife is unable to come.” A noble gives Reginald an apologetic smile. “It seems I did something to anger my wife earlier and now she won’t let me in the room or answer my knocks.”

Reginald barks a laugh. “Having trouble in the bedroom, is it? You need to build a strong relationship of trust and compromise if you want to last, isn’t that right Selena? Hasn’t our relationship been satisfying?”

“Mm… yes, husband, very satisfying.” Selena gives a rather sultry answer that catches many of the men off guard, while causing several women to snicker.

However, out of the corner of her eye, she says this while glancing at you. You shift a little uncomfortably in your seat, but then you feel something coming up between your legs. It feels like a person is there. Two hands are on your knees spreading them, and you can feel some hair and persons breath near your groin area. You give an unalarming smile to the table as someone under it fiddles with the belt of your pants.

With a quick spell, you look at the person invading, and realize you’ve found the noble’s wife. She actually came to lunch after all, although she has something else on the menu. This would be Britney, the big breasted onee-san who had been interrupted before you could give her a cumdump like the previous Hilary. It turns out she intended to repay you the favor for leaving you high and dry earlier. However, little did she know you’d already satisfied your load on Hilary right before lunch, who is late because she is cleaning up the mess you left on her. Speaking of which…

“I agree, a strong relationship is very important, ah, here comes my beautiful wife as well!” Another noble with a familiar voice spoke up, “Speaking of which, here’s my wife now! Are you feeling better, my love?”

The mousy Hilary walks out into the dining room with her head lowered shyly, but if you were looking for it, you’d catch a waif of perfume as she walks by, and under it, the nutty smell of cum that she is trying to hastily cover up. She walks up to her husband with a tense smile, only shooting you a look out of the corner of her eye. In fact, if the men weren’t starting to get caught up in showing off their trophy wives, they’d perhaps notice that every woman in the room is shooting you looks. The ones that have already tasted your cock look hungry and ready for seconds, while the others merely look hopeful and curious.

The observant Tiana notices these looks, and gives you an apologetic smile, knowing that it was her own big mouth that had brought all of these thirsty married women at your door. Of course, you aren’t angry at all. As a certain woman has finally freed your cock and is slobbering all over it. In fact, you want to give Tiana a thumbs up. Tiana’s apology immediately dissipates when, sitting next to you, she notices something’s going on in your lap.

Tiana casually drops her spoon, bending under the table to which she sees a big-boob slutty noble woman on all fours with her man’s cock in her mouth. Britney give’s Tiana an apologetic look and a shrug, as if to say she’s sorry, but not that sorry. For some reason, perhaps it was how Tiana spoke of you when she was drunk the previous night, but she is convinced Tiana wouldn’t expose her under the table. Tiana can only roll her eyes jealously, while feeling a little angry that she hadn’t thought of it first. That was her man’s cock and she should be the one under the table sucking it!

As to Tiana’s feelings towards you… she couldn’t be prouder. To bang another noble’s wife right under his nose without him even realizing it? That is the ultimate in noble depravity! Rather than be disgusted, Tiana leans over and kisses you on the cheek, acting incredibly deredere. Not knowing what she’s thinking, this makes you somewhat nervous as she nuzzles against you while you get a blowjob under the table.

However, Britney isn’t finished there. She raises her enormous soft knockers, and drops them on your cock after finishing wetting your dick sufficiently. Soon, your cock is wrapped into two super soft marshmallows, which are now deforming around your cock as she picks them up and down, stroking the shaft gracefully.

“So, will you be coming soon?” Reginald asks.

“Yes! Eh!… wait… what?” For a split second you’re terrified everyone knows what’s happening under the table, as everyone is looking at you with a weird look.

“The tourney, will you be joining us?” Reginald gives a tight smile. “Ahem… I know you’re being distracted by your lady friend. Perhaps you need a room first to decide?”

“!” You freak out a second before you realize they mean Tiana on your arm.

All the other men chuckle, but in reality, they’re all secretly envious. Several of them try to pull their wives closer, trying to show off how lovey-dovey they are with their women too, but the ladies aren’t having it. In fact, most of the ladies are shooting Tiana just as many envious looks. You are two attractive young nobles canoodling at the dinner table, truly springtime has come. The scene would be perfectly pink if you weren’t titty fucking a big-boobed lady under the table. Tiana even has her hand slipped under the table as well, and is helping Britney play with your cock by cupping the balls.

Between, the manipulation of Tiana’s skillful elf fingers and Britney’s soft melons, it quickly becomes too much to bear. That’s not true, you could last as long as you wanted to, but you didn’t want to last any longer. The feeling is much too satisfying!

“I guess, I’m cumming.” You smile schooling your face, and just as you say the words, your dick erupts in a fountain.

“Ah!” Britney has gotten lost in the feeling of such a large meat between her boobs.

Her husband is too small to really do this properly, so she has never had the pleasure of feeing something so hot and hard sliding between her tits. Naturally, it really turns her on, and she is quite horny. So, when your cock suddenly swells up between her tits, she instinctively looks down to see what is happening with your cock. That is when a burst of white shoots her pointblank in the face. Even though she is trying to be secretive and quiet, Britney accidentally lets out a noise of surprise as cum blasts her in the face, immediately getting in her mouth, nose, and eyes. It is also much more than her husband’s, completely an unexpectedly drenching her in cum.

The men all look around in confusion at hearing someone scream, just as one of the men starts going to look under the table, Tiana stands in a rush, noisily knocking down her chair and rubbing the cum that got on her hand hastily on the table cloth while she looks around the room with a blush.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, that was me! I… ah… have to go to the bathroom!”

The men are staring incredulously at poor Tiana as she flees the room. The scene she made is enough that none of the men thought about it too closely and realized she couldn’t have possibly made that noise. As a result, no one checked under the table. However, if push came to shove, Tiana embarrassing herself wasn’t really necessary. You would have just cast a spell that made them unable to see her. She might grow suspicious of you and rumors might spread, but it beat being caught with your dick hanging out.

“I’m sorry, my love has a delicate tummy.” You respond, eliciting the other men to chuckle politely, many suspecting quite the opposite, that you were fingering her under the table and she left embarrassingly with wet panties. “Actually, it’d be great to head the tournament grounds. I sent a note earlier for my girls to head without me, so they should be there by now.”

As you spoke, you brought a napkin down to your lap, and then gesture to Britney to take it. She is sitting on her knees in a daze, the concern that she is going to be caught made her so afraid she actually pees herself a little. On top of that, she has gobs of cum all over her face, her hair, and it has now dripped down to her boobs. With the single napkin you gave her, it is impossible to get it back to clean. Suffice it to say, the naughty married woman is left quite the mess as you casually put your thing away, stand up, and leave with the rest of the men and their wives, not even sparing Britney another look.

Pulling up her black blouse, which still squishes semen between her boobs as she puts it on, she has to perform the walk of shame back to her room while keeping her distance from servants who could see her bukkaked face, only cleaned a little from the napkin. Worst, she’ll have missed out on the tourney today. However, the woman herself isn’t upset, only thinking it is totally worth it. When she safely makes it back in her room, she removes her dirty blouse and looks at her cum stained face and giant boobs.

Getting an idea, she pushes her boobs together, which causes the cum still sticking their to congeal into a gob of semen between her cleavage. Scooping out the cum onto her palm, she takes one look at it before suddenly reaching up her dress, pulling down her panties, and then pushing the cum up into her own snatch, feeling the now cold runny snot enter her own pussy. She repeats the process with ever drop of semen she can find on her body that hasn’t dried yet, then lies with a pillow under her butt, raising her vagina to above her waist height.

“Hubby always wanted a baby.” She mutters. “But if it’s his, I wouldn’t mind.”

Had you known this was happening, you probably wouldn’t have cared at all. Although it is a bit silly. All she had to do was ask. You would have gladly made her pregnant anyway.

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The World of Women – Chapter 5

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My chance with mom came two days later. Fortunately, Hannah had kept her mouth shut. In truth, I hadn’t even seen her for two days. I managed to get out of one of the maids that she hasn’t left her room. Part of me wants to go visit her, but with my hormones raging between a 12-year-old body and 35-year-old mind, I’m afraid I’ll only push things farther, further exasperating the issues between me and my younger sister. At least until I have the clarity of blowing my nut inside of a woman to my satisfaction, I wouldn’t be able to approach my sister again.

“Mother, do I have to be bathed by Agatha.” I whined to mom when she told me it was time for a proper bath.

“Ah, I know it’s usually Veris, but Veris threw out her back and isn’t able to do it for a week or two.”

I rolled my eyes. That was of course the excuse that Veris was giving to not work with me. Frankly, I could expect this kind of behavior from my little Hannah, but Veris is an adult woman. She shouldn’t be acting so squeamish at the mere mention of sex. She could deliver a handjob with a straight face, but sticking my dick in her pussy is too much for her? I don’t really get it.

“But… since Veris won’t do it… can mommy do it?” I asked innocently.

“Ah? Me? You want your mother to wash you? Aren’t you getting a little old for that?”

I kept my eyes sweet and innocent, but I desperately wanted to roll them again. I’m too old to have anyone wash me in the bath, but since you’re insisting, I’d rather it be my cute mother instead of some old wrinkly hag.

“Mother… pleaaaase. I want you!” I insisted.

I wanted her alright, but if she knew what I wanted her for ahead of time, who knew how things would turn out. Instead, mom merely blushed and nodded. Of course, she didn’t really what I was thinking, but even a mother was vulnerable to being wanted. So, as a result, we ended up in the bathtub. The maids had already prepared it steaming hot to the point that even without my plans, I looked forward to the bath. Mom joined me, wearing a delicate bathrobe. I had no clue what she had under the robe, but I was already excited just thinking about it.

“Alright, son, take of your clothing!” Mom ordered.

“Okay!” Of course, I made sure that I thought gross thoughts until my erection stopped before I got out of my clothing.

“Get in, honey, while the water is warm.” Mom had rolled her robe sleeves up, and was holding a sponge in one hand and soap in the other, looking ready to attack my body with vigor.

I stopped just as I got to the bathtube and looked back as if an idea had just occurred to me. “Ah… mom, could you take the bath with me?”

“Eh? With? You want me to get in?”

“Yeah! Just like we used to do!”

Mom looked incredibly uncertain about this. She sat somewhere between flattered that her baby boy still wanted to be intimate with her, and worried that she might be spoiling him too much. She was aware about the handjob incident as well as the babysitter, so she knew I was sexually active. However, in the end, she was still my mother.

“Please, mom, I just feel warm when you hold me in the bathtub.” I explained innocently.

“Ah… okay… if it’s… just that.” Mom finally relinquished.

Mom slowly began to remove her robe. She was wearing mismatched underwear, a black top and a white bottom. However, they were surprisingly sexy for a woman her age. It was clear to me mom was definitely still a woman who cared about her appearance and wanted to feel sexy. Well, she wore makeup and kept her hair done, so it was hard to deny she wanted to look good.

That said, as she started taking off her underwear, she noticed me watching her. “C-can you not stare at me like that?”

I cocked my head to the side with a questioning look, playing on my innocence to confuse Mom. Exactly why can’t I look at my mother’s naked body? She wouldn’t be suggesting that I was looking at her impolitely, was she? Those were the kinds of thoughts I infused into my eyes, and it was mom who became embarrassed for being modest in front of her own child. She removed the bra and panties, and even though she turned herself to try to hide, I still got a peek of her nice ass, surprisingly pert and smooth for a woman her age. Her breasts were tight and perky, a pair of D-sized bags with perfectly pert nipples. They were exactly what I remembered. It was my time to turn so that mom didn’t notice the erection starting to form.

Once mom straightened and tossed her panties aside, she turned to me with one hand covering her breasts and the other covering her groin. This was the absolute limit my mother could take. Revealing herself any more would truly cause damage to her heart.

“I’ll get in first.” Mom declared tightly, still feeling awkward, like what she was doing right now was in some way wrong, even if her brain couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

She lowered herself into the bathtub, finally removing the hand from her crotch once it was submerged under water and hidden by the bubbles. She let out a sigh as she became immersed in the warm water. She hadn’t had a bath in a while either, so even given the circumstance, she couldn’t help but loosen as her body was immersed in heat. She still kept one hand over her breasts though, while gesturing for me to join her with the other.

It was far more erotic than mom probably realized. A naked woman in a tub, gesturing someone over with one hand while covering her big D breasts with the other, I quickly jumped into the tub. If I was slower, mom would certainly see my erection. She could only let out a cry of surprise as I splashed in front of her, my butt finding it’s way between her legs. She pulled her hands out in surprise, trying to catch me.  Thus, I immediately leaned back, and pressed against the soft pillows of her chest which she left bare. Mom could only make another noise of surprise as my naked skin immediately rubbed against her naked skin. However, she was already helpless to stop it, as I was already snuggled up against her.

She could do nothing but sigh, letting her hands back down and wrapping them around my body. I could keep her nipples, slightly erect, pressing against the top of my shoulders. The last time we did this, my head only went up to her nipples. I’d sit in the bath with her boobs almost resting on top of my head. Now, I was less than a head shorter than her. I was truly too old to be bathing with my mother.

After sorting herself out, mom finally got control of her flustered mind and went to work. Taking a nearby loofah, she put some soap on it and started to clean my shoulders. As she did that, I innocently dropped my arms, my hands grabbing on to my mother’s legs. Mom froze for a second, the shock of being grabbed like that causing her heart to speed up. However, she recovered quickly, choosing to ignore my hands, even as they worked their way to her inner thighs. Kids were naturally fidgety, she figured, and this was just me not wanting to sit still.

Meanwhile, touching her soft thighs was invigorating. I kept thinking about the naked woman behind me, and my own self-control was slowly being whittled away by the soft warmth behind me, and those soft gentle hands rubbing against my skin. My hands continued to fidget their way down her thighs. They made their way higher and higher up her leg, and my cock became more and more engorged with lust, especially as her own hand started rubbing lower and lower, reaching the pubic area just above my cock.

“Eh…” Mom made a noise, and I realized my fingers had gotten too close to her own nether regions.

I panicked and pulled my fingers back a bit, but then I realized mom’s noise of surprise was that her hand had found my pubic hair. Her fingers seemed entwined with my pubic hair, unmoving, as if she was savoring the feel. Perhaps she was thinking ‘when did he become so mature’, or perhaps the feel reminded her of her husband.

Freeing one arm, I grabbed her arm and pulled slightly. I couldn’t wait anymore, pushing down mom’s hand until it hit something long and hard. Her hand felt around it instinctively for a second until her hand gripped the shaft. This is when she finally came out of her stupor and realized what she was holding.

“Eh? Ah! B-baby! That…”

“I’m sorry, mom,” I turned back. “It got hard again when mom was touching me.”

Mom gave a wry smile. “Th-that’s fine, honey, I’ll go get a maid to take care of this right away.”

Mom moved to try to stand, letting go of my member. However, she stopped when I grabbed her wrist tightly, preventing her from pulling it away. She looked down at me in shock.

“Mom, can’t you just take care it?”

Mom’s wry smile turned sickly. “Honey… that… it’s not appropriate for your mother to…”

“Please, mom.” I begged her, not letting her build her defenses up. “You’re the one who made it this way, it has to be you who takes care of it.”

“Ah? Me? Wh-why would you-“

“Mommy is just so warm and soft and beautiful.” I pushed forward, not giving her time to think. “I get hard whenever I think of you. Doesn’t mother need to take responsibility for this?”

When I said this, I use my hand to push hers back on to my shaft, wrapping it around the fingers. I then turned back to mom with pleading eyes.

“Honey…” Mom was at a loss of what to do, her hand didn’t leave my shaft however.

After a looking at me for a moment, her eyes firmed and she started moving her hand up and down my shaft. My eyes closed and I pushed my face against mom’s chest. She could only let out a breath, but she kept moving her hand. Unlike the inexperienced maid or my youngest sister, mom had enjoyed a great deal of sex with my father. She was one of the very few women in this world who had developed a technique and had enjoyed sex enough times to be familiar with what she was doing.

Thus, her hand movements were done with skill and experience, quickly pulling up and down on my cock until I was in sexual euphoria. However, I couldn’t let things end here. I wasn’t just looking for a quick tug. I wanted to be balls deep in a woman. I wanted to cum deep inside her. Mom could be said to be the only woman right now who met the criteria needed.

I opened my eyes and looked up at mom. She was watching my face like she had done when she was using the maid to get me off. It seemed like watching the erotic expressions on her partner’s face during sex was a habit of my mother’s. What mom didn’t realize is that her own mouth was agape and she was panting slightly, clearly aroused by the pleasure she was giving me.

“I love you, mom.” I said as her hand continued to work over my shaft.

“I-I love you too honey.” Mom said, her voice almost sounding breathy.

It was clear that mom was trying to disconnect herself from the act. She was doing a job, a duty for her family. She was trying to hide her emotional feelings. In truth, her heart was racing and her mind was muddy. She was way out of her depth right now. However, she was the adult in the situation, so she could only show a stoich face and do what needed doing to make her child happy.

“I’m going to cum soon.” I informed mom.

Mom’s stoich face only twitched slightly, “Please cum, honey.”

With that I suddenly pushed up, my lips taking moms. In the middle of talking, she hadn’t expected a kiss, so when my tongue violated her mouth, her eyes could only widen in surprise. All of her stoicism shattered in a heartbeat. There was simply no way to separate herself from the situation as I thoroughly kissed her. Her emotions erupted, and the woman started to panic. She released my cock, pulling back, only to find within the bath and me on top there was nowhere to go.

I turned around in the bath, suddenly facing my mom. She raised her hands instinctually and pushed against my chest, trying to shove me away from her. Her rational was shattered, and she could barely even understand what was happening as I pushed myself down on top of my own mother.

I grabbed her wrists, and pulled them away. Mom struggled a bit, but her struggle was weakening. She was caught unsure what to do. On the one hand, this was wrong. She was kissing her own child romantically! They were in a bathtub naked! How had she let herself get to this point! She didn’t want to hurt me either. She couldn’t come up with a way out of the situation. If she fought, she could hurt the person she loves more than life itself. If she gave in, she could also end up hurting me.

Mom finally pulled her lips away from mine. “No! Clyburn! Stop! We can’t do this.”

“I love you mommy, I want to be inside you!”

“AH! No! Honey… please… don’t. Stop. Stop!” Mom yelled stop, while trying to get her wrists from my grip.

However, mom had neglected her lower half under the water. Her legs were already spread around me. I was basically in the perfect position, between mom’s legs, her butt pinned in the corner of the tube. With a thrust, my dick landed on her pussy, and then immediately slid inside. The both of us gasped as our sexual organs united. Mom hadn’t felt a dick inside her in twelve years. This meant her pussy was very tight, and very receptive to my penetrations.

“Ah… it’s inside… No… you’re my son.”

“It feels good, mommy.” I kissed mom’s cheek, and then began thrusting my hips.

“Baby… oh… we can’t… ah… ah… ah… it’s wrong…”

Mom’s forehead was scrunched, but as my hips moved faster and faster, pumping inside her tight cunt, her mouth became slack and she couldn’t help letting out little sexy noises. Like that, I was having sex with my mother. Trying my luck, I let go of her wrists. Mom looked at me pleadingly, but realizing I didn’t plan to stop, she moved her hands to the sides of the tub, grabbing on as I pumped away. Meanwhile, my free hands attacked her breasts. Mom’s body could only tremor as she looked away, unable to fathom what was going on.

He… he’s bigger than his father! The realization struck mother like a ton of bricks.

She had always suspected, but only upon truly feeling it inside her, did she realize that you were a bit thicker and longer than the man she loved. However, he was gone now, and the only one she loved now was… me. That’s right, she loved me. She loved me as much as she loved my father, more so! So, what if we had sex? Isn’t that fine to do with someone you love?

In fact, of everyone in this world, the person who least wanted my seed, the person who was most trustworthy was mom. Doesn’t it become her responsibility to teach me everything she knows about sex? Mom was the only woman alive who I could have sex with without any fear of wanting something from me. In reality, mom was the safest woman for me to sleep with!

Those kinds of justifications went through her mind, and soon mom grabbed my face which was buried in her wet chest and pulled it up to her face.

“I love you, honey!” Mom moaned, kissing me on the lips.

I didn’t know the thought process mom went through to get to that point, but I was immensely happy when I felt her legs wrap around mine and her hips bend to give me a deeper penetration.

Soon, mom was holding me tightly as I plowed into her. The bathwater splashed in waves onto the floor as we violently fucked in the bathtub.

“Ah, Ah, I love you, baby, I love you!”

“Mommy, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum in mommy! Only mommy can have your cum!”

Of course, mom didn’t want to get pregnant, but she was lost in the moment, and only concerned about her own sexual gratification. After twelve years, my cock felt incredible. She might be one of the few women alive who has had sex with a man for sexual gratification. Most women only saw it as a means of getting pregnant. Mom, who had a husband who slept with her reliably, had gained a taste for orgasms. It wasn’t uncommon for women to use dildos or even each other in this world, but my mom had a specific taste for cock that few women developed.

When I finally exploded deep inside of mom, it wasn’t the chance of getting pregnant that excited her, it was feel of my semen warming deep inside of her womb. It was a feeling she hadn’t felt in forever, and even with bubbles and hot water being pushed up in there and the likelihood of being pregnant low, mom still exploded in an incredible orgasm, clinging tightly to me. There pair of us continued to kiss in what was left of the hot water, our hot bodies pressed against each other, my cock finally softening.

Upon finishing, I got out of the tub and the pair of us dressed quietly. Mom didn’t say anything as she dried herself, even scooping out a few gobs of semen as she cleaned her pussy. She put back on her underwear, put on a robe, and left without a word. I frowned a bit, not quite sure where to go from here. I finished cleaning up and headed to my room. However, after my sexual encounter with my mom, I couldn’t relax.

Was mom angry, happy, satisfied? Were there going to be consequences? I was left alone the rest of the day, and soon it was growing dark out. Still, I never heard a peep from mom. Upon asking one of the maids, they said that mom was staying in her room. Did I scare away another family member? Was I zero for three? No, I refused to believe that this mother of mine would reject me.

I finally got out of bed and headed down the hall towards mother’s room. I knocked on the door. After there was no answer, I knocked again.

“What is it?” A voice asked, mom’s voice.

Rather than respond, I pushed my way in. Mom was under her covers, but when she heard the door open, she pulled her covers off and looked up with a glare. However, when her eyes met mine, she immediately relaxed her expression, turning away with a blush.

“Clyburn… that… what did honey want?” Mom said with her eyes closed, her body shaking somewhat.

“It… uh, happened again. When I thought of before.” I came up with an excuse, while pointing to my dick.

I wasn’t erect, but it was impossible to tell in the dark. Mom let out a noise of surprise, sitting up in her bed.

“Again! Bu-but we just did it…”

I gave a blushing shrug. “Mother is best… and I’m young, hormones are going crazy and stuff like that.”

It was an answer above my age, but mom was too flustered to be suspicion. “That is… true… then naturally, since I’m you mother…”

Her voice lowered until she was mumbling and I could barely here her.

“What are you saying, mommy?” I asked innocently.

Mom stiffened for a moment but then sighed as if she was giving up. “Very well, let mommy take care of it. Since things have progressed this far, I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen. However, this must be the last time!”

“Mommy?”

“Clyburn, what we do here, don’t tell anyone. Not even the maids.”

“Is what we’re doing… bad?” I asked, teasing my poor mother.

“No!” I was taken aback by mom’s ferocious answer. “Honey, you love me, right?”

“M-more than anything!”

My words were a bit of a lie here. The 35-year-old me merely saw her as a piece of ass. However, the 12-year-old had a bit of affection for her. With the combination of the two of me, the question on how I felt about her was a complex one.  Still, I wanted to keep fucking her, so I was willing to keep playing the part.

“Then, trust you mother. I’ll take care of it tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll find you someone. We’ll teach you everything about sex we can, and she… well… if I knew you’d develop so quickly, I wouldn’t have fired that maid!”

I cocked my head, giving an innocent confused look. “Mother?”

“Just keep this a secret, just between us?” She begged.

“Understood!” I nearly saluted as she made that declaration, her taboo words tapping into my psyche and actually giving me a real erection now.

Mom relaxed at my serious response, finally calming down. She pulled her blanket off, revealing her favorite erotic nighty underneath. Patting between her legs, she gives me a reassuring smile.

“Then come up here honey, get on top of mommy and let’s take care of your thing.”

I happily jumped up. Even though mom said it was just this one last time, her resolve was quickly being whittled away one sexual encounter at a time. Before long, she would become my sexual playmate, and this would last for years to come.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 215

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“Sir Reginald has asked for all of the guests still in the mansion to join him for lunch,” a servant explains. “After lunch, he’d like it if you could all head to the tourney together. He’d like to show you to be his guest.”

“Ah! I’m cumming!” Hilary says tearfully through the crack in the door. “I mean, I’ll come, I’ll definitely cum!”

“Very good.” The servant responds, merely rolling their eyes as the girl looking through the crack timidly, her head is strangely bobbing in and out while she looks on tearfully, her face flushed and her mouth closed tightly.

The servant finally turns away, only thinking what he already knew, that nobles are a strange lot, and it isn’t his place to ask questions. As the door finally closes, cutting her off from the outside world, the poor girl turns back pitifully while letting out an unrestrained moan.

“Ahhh… nnn…aaaa…. You bad boy… to make me… make me… answer the door, while you do that from behind!”

“Ah, well, if you want me to stop.” you stop rocking your hips for a moment.

“No! No… please… keep doing it! I’m about to cum again!”

“Eh? Didn’t you just cum now?”

“Again! Again! Don’t stop!”

You start your hips again, just to give relief on the poor girl’s flustered face. Soon, sexual pleasure encompasses her face again, a loose smile appearing as she pants like a dog. She’s bent over still in front of the door, holding the doorknob while you plow her from behind. One benefit of such a light and small-chested girl is that she’s limber and able to keep up in this standing position, which might start to hurt the back of a larger breasted woman. She’s probably be offended if you told her that though.

“Ah, Hnn… Ahnnnn… harder… right there… right there… Hilary is a dirty slut. Fuck Hilary’s dirty pussy!”

When she gets really aroused and close to cumming, the girl has a habit of using her name in the third person and talking about herself in derogatory terms. You aren’t sure if this is something that arouses her, or something that her husband makes her do in the bedroom and comes from habit.

Suddenly, the doorknob starts to turn. Hilary had forgotten to re-lock the door when she opened it earlier. In a panic, Hilary who is holding onto the doorknob stops it with both hands.

“Ah! Who-who’s there!” Hilary once again tries to straighten her voice as someone attempts to push their way into the room.

“Hilary? It’s your husband? Are you okay?”

Hilary’s face immediately panics, her eyes widening as she looks back at you desperately. You casually smile, continuing to plow Hilary. You refuse to be interrupted with another one, so she’ll just have to figure it out on her own. Of course, you use a spell that keeps the noise from coming out, so even though your dick is making the thwack thwack into her wet pussy, the sound doesn’t leak from the door. As she looks at you, you pick up the pace, and her eyes roll up in her head for a second as she shutters from yet another orgasm. However, when the doorknob turns a second time and the door tries to open, she recovers quickly.

“W-wait! Don’t come in!” Hilary shouts.

“Hilary? What’s going on? Are you alright? Let me in the door this instant!”

Hilary shoots you a furious glare as you smack her ass, not noticing that the sound isn’t transmitting as she puts her finger to her mouth. Her hand once again weakens on the door as another wave of euphoria shoots through her body, her perverted liquids leaking down her legs. The door starts to open, and as Hilary lunges to close it, you give a particularly hard thrust, causing her to stumble forward and slam the door in her husband’s face before he can see anything.

“Hilary, open the door this instant!” The noble on the other end is getting angry.

“Ah… no… no… I’m cumming…” Hilary moans into her hand.

“What? You’re already at the door, what is going on Hilary?” The man demands.

“H-Husband… I’m sorry… but… but…” Hilary looks like she’s about to cry when an idea hits her. “But… I’m on my period!”

“Eh? You’re… that…”

“Y-yes! It’s a heavy flow day! And I ruined the bedsheets! There is blood and it smells really thick. I don’t want my husband to see such a sight!”

Her excuse is too good, your own dick finally stuttering to a stop as you give a gross look at the image in your head. Hilary shoots you another glare, pointing down at her ass while mouthing the words “You better fuck me right now!”

You let out a soft chuckle, picking up the pace once again.

“Ah, alright honey. I’ll meet you at Reginald’s lunch. Please take care of that shortly…”

“It’s fine, honey, just send a maid… in… um… five minutes, no, make it ten minutes.” She shoots you a flirty look and sticks out her tongue.

“Yes, dear. Oh, and by the way, what do you think of that new gentleman that came in last night, the one who dined with his tournament team.”

“Bigdick-sa- I mean *cough* Tiana’s man?” Hilary shot me back a worried look as I continue to plow her little tight behind. “Did husband bet on them?”

“No! No… a team of women winning the tourney? Ridiculous. They’ll be knocked out of the preliminaries for sure. However, I heard from Reginald they’re amendable to… swinging. Reginald said the woman he had was quite amazing in bed. Would you be interested in perhaps enjoying this noble man’s company?

Hilary gave a wry grin while closing her eyes, her hand tightening on the doorknob for yet another orgasm while your pacing doesn’t slow at all. Her mouth opens as she let’s out a silent orgasm. Immediately, she gets up and gestures to have you take her against the door. You grab her tiny form and lift, raising her up on your cock, and soon her ass is pressed against the door knob, you thrusting into her against the door while her husband stands a foot away on the other side.

“Honey?”

“As to that… doesn’t husband listen at all!” Hilary cries out, the new position quickly bringing her to new sexual heights. “I’m in the middle of my period? Do you think he’d want me bleeding all over him!”

“T-that’s right! Damn!” Hilary’s husband curses with a disappointed voice. “Well, if you recover quickly, let me know. I really want to taste that woman.”

“I bet…” Hilary mutters under her breath before her eyes widened and her mouth opens in surprise as you quicken the pace yet again. “Ah! AHhhhh….”

“Honey, what was that?”

“J-just cramps!” Hilary responds miserably, but in no place to remonstrate you as you hit her in just the right spot. “I’ll join you as soon as I’m done!”

“I love you, sweetie.”

“Ahh…. I love coc-… you too!” Hilary blushes at her near slip.

Finally, the husband leaves and you restore the sound. Locking the door again and tossing the little Hilary onto the bed for more of a pounding.

“Ah, we only have a few more minutes!” She cries out.

“Haha!” You laugh, your eyes darkening. “That’s all the time I need.”

Ten minutes later, a maid knocks on the door. “Your husband requested that I come here to clean up a mess, something about woman’s issues.”

The door is unlatched, and creeps open with a light push, so the maid thinks nothing of stepping inside. When she sees the sight, she gives a gasp. Hilary is lying on the bed naked, and she’s covered nearly head to toe in semen. White stuff leaks out of her cunt, her asshole, and her mouth. The woman herself is awake, but making satisfied moaning sounds, still in the throws of a final climax.

“Oh, my, this truly is a mess!” The maid declares.

To think a husband would so shamelessly mess up his own wife and leave her there for the maid to clean up! That lecherous man saying it is a woman’s issue to clean up all his cum is despicable! The maid helps the noble woman to change the sheets and wash off all the dirty mess, meanwhile thinking something she already knew to be true, nobles are truly a strange lot and it isn’t her place to ask questions.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 214

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As to her boobs, they truly are the softest things. Your hands squeeze and kneed and twist them to your own delight, and this slutty girl cums with ease on your ten inch monster dick. Are these girls really so sexually starved? They seem incredibly easy to please! She is cumming by the third stroke and then doesn’t stop. However, she is biting her hand to keep from screaming, her guttural moans coming out muffled between her lips.

You didn’t really care for secrecy, but you suppose she doesn’t want to get caught either by her husband or someone who is like to tattle to her husband. However, it takes a real dimwit to not be able to hear the sound of her pussy gushing every time your hips slammed down, even from the hallway. Like Selena before her, this slut is cumming like a fountain. These human women are very gushy once you start banging them. Well, if you haven’t already tasted Ariel and Aurora, you might start to think this is the norm for all noble human women.

Knock. Knock.

“Ah, shit! That’s my servant’s warning. My husband is returning!” The woman exclaims. “Get off!”

“I’m about to!” You tease.

“Oh, you incorrigible rogue!” The woman grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks tightly while kissing your lips, whimpering as your still thrusting cock hits her in just the right spot. “I can’t be caught again, or my husband threatened to leave me and then I’d have nothing. Unless… you want to take care of me from now on?”

“I’m out, I’m out!” You slip your dick out, pull your pants up, and are standing by the side of the bed before she can react.

The woman quietly laughs, as she pulls up her underwear and pulls down her frilly dress which you had raised up. “You are truly amazing. I’ve already cummed on that big penis of yours a dozen times. To think you can keep going for twenty minutes straight. Selena didn’t tell any lies! If I was twenty years younger and single, I would have run away from home to be with you. If I had a daughter, I’d offer her to you!”

“Fumu… well, even though you came… “ you frown, looking down at your cock still rock hard.

“Ah… this… I am so sorry.” The woman throws herself at you, taking your lips while her hand grabs your crotch, holding it as if she didn’t want to let this big monster that satisfied her so much go. “I will make this up to you, I promise. The tournament will take a while, my body is yours whenever we have time, please use it!”

She is a more mature married woman, having all the eloquence and sultriness of a noble. Her words hold a bit of power in them, and unlike the young virgins you’re used to, there is a certain thirstiness deep within her that is more feral and arousing than any of the girls in your harem. Where Ariel and the other girls want sex all of the time. These noble women need sex. They have been left sexless for so long, that it has become a thirst penetrating their very bones. It surpassed anything shallow like desire, and approached basic necessity.

“I’ll take you up on that. I won’t give up until you drink my cum!” you declare.

Those words seem to excite the woman even more, and soon her hand is stroking your cock through the pants while she gazes up at you lovingly. “My name is Britney, by the way, if you need to send me a message, please use my servant.”

“Alright, Britney, I’ll eat your pussy another day.”

“The door handle started shaking. “Ah! We took too long, my stupid servant didn’t give us enough warning! Why does my husband have to last so shortly!”

“No worries,” You open the window and jump on the windowsill with ease. “I’ll be fine leaving though here.”

“Ah!” Britney gives a surprise, but then leaps up and kisses your lips one more time, even with her husband at the door, she seems reluctant to give up your cock.

You push off disappearing just as the door opens. Britney, meanwhile, snaps at her husband until she finally kicks him out the door. He scratches his head with confusion, not sure why his beautiful wife is so upset. She doesn’t smell the sex on him, does she? Of course, the room smells thick of sex, but he thinks it is himself, so he leaves while worrying his wife has caught his transgressions. Meanwhile, turned on by her final exchange with you, Britney masturbates furiously while smelling the sheets for your scent and recalling the feel of your big cock pounding into her.

You end up landing smoothing in the courtyard where no one could see. Wiping yourself free of dust while wearing a grin, you start walking back to your rooms. However, you barely make it a dozen feet when there is a sudden tap on your shoulder.

You turn to see a woman. She’s a small girl, not tiny, but small in form and chest, with golden hair, green eyes, and a mousy experience. She isn’t tall and lanky like an elf, but short and scrawny. If you recalled, she is also another one of the women who went out drinking with Tiana last night.

“H-h-hi… you’re Tiana’s man, right? Sh-she t-told me last night… that you’re very big. I-is that true?”

You gave a wry smile, suddenly afraid of where this was going. “Ah, I guess so.”

“M-m-my husband went to the tourney earlier to make bets. He’s always such a gambler. L-Lost half our fortune. If my daddy’s business didn’t make so much money, we’d be in the poorhouse right now!”

“Okay…” You respond helplessly.

“M-my name is Hilary. I-I was wondering if you’d like to stop by my place. Perhaps… we c-could head to my room. You could show me a thing or two?”

You let out a sigh checking your clock. There’s still time!

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 213

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How you just treated your poor defensiveness bad-tempered, lazy, former-bandit maids weighs heavily on your mind, apparently. Even though you’ve never gone easy on your harem, and this sex was only slightly rougher than the treatment you gave most of your girls earlier on, except maybe written with more detail, the comments seem to think you’re deredere now. So, you heal your girls up right, giving them proper kisses, and why the heck not, a sensual massage. Both girls shiver as you touch them, so creeped and fearful by your sudden kindness that they almost pee themselves, but if it eases your fucking conscious, why the fuck not.

After heading back to your room, you enjoy the night with the rest of your girls. Rapunzel only returns late in the night, and ends up missing any attention you’d give her. She only cries a little knowing she missed out once again on the chance of finally being claimed by you. Given your possessive nature on the rest of the girls, Rapunzel only will truly feel “owned” by you once you pop her cherry. However, no one asked her to take off and spend all night at the bars, so it’s really her own fault when you think about it.

Tiana also doesn’t make it back early. If you didn’t have her under surveillance using her collar, you would have worried she got into some noble depravity and that you’re being NTR’d. Fortunately, it turns out she’s was just hijacked by a bunch of women. See, spying and giving your women no privacy saves relationships. Even if the other noble ladies planned some sex play with Tiana, you 100% approve. However, it’s apparently just drinking and talking. Selena has managed to join the rest of the pack too, able to walk after you fucked her unconscious. You are surprised to see that Tiana isn’t being bullied at all. In fact, she seems to be the light of the party, and all of the girls are excitedly talking to her with smiles. However, doesn’t Tiana’s response and smile seem a little forced?

Well, you can’t focus on it too much, since your head is currently between Mushu’s thighs. You decide not to dwell on Tiana’s problems, and instead focus on munching of Mushu’s snatch. As to her particular flavor, Mushu is hot and spicy. You’d think dragons are cold blooded, but when aroused, her pussy has a natural body temperature much higher than a normal woman. The heat given off by her aroused cunt is enough to warm your cheeks on a cold night. You’ll keep that in mind for future reference.

As far as her taste, how do you say it, she’s got a zing? Her pussy juice is not as thick as some of the other girls, giving her a more slip-n-slide feel when you bang her. The taste isn’t salty or sweet, but tangy. It tingles a bit on your tongue, as does Mushu’s body while you lick her cunt. You take turns enjoying the four women, Mushu, Snow White, Merida, and Kida.

While Merida and Mushu had a bonding experience and are willing to join in while you’re banging the other, Snow White and Kida keep their distance from each other and the other women. Thus, they only watch you bang the other girls, getting turned on while they wait for their turn. Furthermore, with so many women present, every girl starts to exude more shyness than she showed when she was with you on her own. Suffice it to say, even Kida is very docile, lying back and letting you pump away as she lets out quiet orgasmic breaths. Clearly, she’s reeling in the screaming orgasm and hard pumping workout that you had on the boat.

Rather than blowing one massive load all of your ladies, with the team so divided you make sure each girl gets her own load of jizz. You blow one one Snow White’s stomach and she rubs it all over her skin like a battle paint. Kida takes it as a creampie, feeling her crotch while secretly wish she becomes the next one to have your baby. Merida swallows it with a blush. Watching this, Mushu does the same, surprisingly taking the initiative and kissing Merida when she’s done, affectionately sharing her load with Merida to her surprise.

Well, Mushu and Merida have developed some good teamwork, but if you are going to win the tournament, you are going to have to get all five girls working as a team. Snow White and Kida are going to need to get as sexually comfortable with their teammates as Merida and Musha are with each other. You start working out your plan towards training your girls to work as a team. It all involves sex, of course. Lots and lots of sex. Perhaps you’ll set up an exercise regiment every morning. The girls have to eat each other out for breakfast. At noon time, butt play. What does buttplay have to do with teamwork? You’re putting a lot of trust in your teammate having them stick something in your ass!

You finally go to sleep with the pillow sisters Mushu and Merida holding you closely, while the less confidant Kida and Snow White lie a distance away on the outside edges of the bed, just a little regretful they aren’t shameless enough to jump in and monopolize your body. The next morning, before you start the girl’s first morning breakfast team exorcise, there is a light knock on the door. Rapunzel and Tiana have ended up safely back in the room with the Maids, not wanting to disturb you guys in your comfortable little sex pile. So, it’s not them.

As to who it is, it is a woman you only vaguely recognize. You think she is the wives of one of the nobles staying at the mansion, but she hasn’t made any impression on you. She is older than Selena by a few years. She is in her forties, her wrinkles are a lot more noticeable than the other girls. She has short curly hair done up delicately. She is also wearing a low cut dress that exposes a lot of her breasts, which are the size of Mushu’s. This woman is much shorter than Mushu, so she really has that imbalanced look of Merida’s, without Merida’s nice physique to compensate, they sag low sadly. On the other side, without any sort of muscle like Mushu or Merida, these things look very very soft. They are definitely 100% fat. They are just two giant, pale marshmallows to be squished and played with.

“Huh? Yes? Did you need something?”

The waft of last night’s sex steams out of your room, causing the girl to wrinkle her nose. However, rather than a disgusted or haughty look, her eyes twinkle in excitement.

“Hello, I um… heard from Selena, last night… about your… um… exchange.” The girl speaks quietly, looking both ways down the hall nervously as she talks.

“Huh?”

“Last night?” The girl gives a coy smile. “Is it true? Do you have… a big… one of those?”

You shrug, reaching down and shamelessly pulling open your pants and letting the 10-inch thing out. You had let it shrink back to ten inches when you played with your girls. It is the size they are used to, and the size you settled on for normal sex. 9 inches for virgins, 10 inches for your harem, 13 inches for naughty girls who need to be punished. The system works. Despite it being three inches shy of the dick Selena experienced, this woman doesn’t seem to notice at all as her mouth falls open and her eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her head.

She immediately lunges at your cock, grabbing the pants and pulling them up to hide it, looking both ways down the hall nervously. “It’s huge! B-but not here… When Selena told me you had… ahem… ‘given her the greatest sex of her life’, I had my doubts. But even Tiana admitted your dick is large, although we had to get her drunk to spill the beans! My husband is out of our room right now. He “runs” every morning, although I know where he runs is the brothel down the street! Would you like to come back to my room and… show me the three gods?”

“Hah? You want me to fuck you? What about swapping?”

“Tsk… why let that lecherous husband of mine have any fun?” The girl makes a bitter face. “I haven’t cum on a dick since I fucked the gardener… and my husband fired him because he felt he didn’t tend the rose garden properly. I assure you, he tended MY rose garden better than my husband ever did!”

“Isn’t the preliminaries in the afternoon though?” you scratch your head.

“So, we have plenty of time. Just do me hard and fast! You don’t even need to foreplay, I’m already so wet. Please… please… fuck me. I just want to cum once with a real man!”

Well… you’re not about to say no, are you?

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Here is the next Ero Image. You really should check the image in color. This doesn’t do it justice. You have to see the rainbow pussy for yourself. This image appears in Chapter 36.

In Color

Tales of an Enchantress – Chapter 35

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“Wait! She’s not a Cambion,” the other man spoke up as the first one took a step towards me.

“Bullshit!” The first man glared, convinced his comrade was taken in by my looks.

“No, look, her slave collar. You know I’m good with magic sense. There is no illusion magic being used by her.” The man explained.

The first guy blinked, his rage diminishing somewhat as he looked me up and down. “It doesn’t matter, she’s still… with them.”

“As a slave…” The first responded with a sigh. “Look, when I came in she had picked up your sword. She was going to stab that Cambion attacking you, right? As soon as he died, she dropped it. Does that sound like a Cambion to you?”

The first finally relaxed, lowering his sword slightly, but still keeping it at the ready. “I guess so.”

The second guy gave me a wink. “What’s your name, darling?”

My confusion, shock, and horror fought to come to the surface. I had to make full use of my deceptive skills to keep my face from showing any of this. Peers was dead. No, likely all of the Cambions would be dead soon. These… demons… aren’t much different than the slave traders who had captured me in the first place. They were people, and people could be manipulated. I put on a fake look of relief and gave the man who killed Peers a happy smile.

The bile rose in my throat, but I couldn’t allow that to affect me right now. “My savior, I’m Aria. I was a simple housewife. These horrible monsters murdered my husband and captured me. They’ve been holding me here for months. Thank you for saving me!”

The gratefulness of a beautiful girl moved the two men, and even the guy who had been a step from cutting me down gave a silly grin and scratched the back of his head.

“Well, you’re safe now miss. Why don’t you come out with us? We’ll keep you safe. The Lord General would probably like to see you then.”

I gave a firm nod, walking up and touching each man on the shoulder as I moved. Both men grinned back. Even the first guy seemed surprisingly weak against women when he didn’t think he was being tricked. Both men emerged from the tent with me nearby. Most of the tents beside my own were torn down or on fire. The village was clearly destroyed. If I wanted to survive, my only choice was to throw in with this lot.

“A-aria!” A shout came out.

A small-looking Cambion suddenly fell to my feet. I was surprised by how close it had gotten. It immediately looked up and tried to lunge for me. By pure instinct, I pulled away, avoiding its touch, my look unintentionally turning disgusted. That was all the time needed for the men next to me to raise their swords and slash down. Two swords struck the small Cambion’s neck and heart each, killing it quickly. It’s last few breaths were to stare at me in confusion.

It was only then that I noticed something in its arms. As they went slack with death, a small little teddy bear fell to the ground. It was the same teddy bear I had given an adorable little girl who had a crush on a certain little boy.

{Mental Resistance has increased to level 21.}

No matter how strong my mental resistance got, I realized it still wasn’t good enough. This world was simply too hateful. As my eyes turned from the scene, I could see Crish’s tent nearby. There were two dead Cambions lying at the entrance to the flap. That would Crish and his girlfriend, probably. I couldn’t even identify the bodies if I wanted to. Perhaps that was a blessing. As I watched through watery vision, the tent I had spent countless hours in working on enchantments collapsed from the fire set inside. The tent cloth tumbled forward, and some of the fire landed on the two bodies, setting them ablaze.

“Miss, let’s get going, you don’t need to see this carnage.” The second man gently touched my shoulder and gave me a glance that even looked sympathetic.

He had seen my reaction to the child, reinforcing his belief I was a captive. Therefore, my dazed teary-eyed stare gave him the impression I was just shocked to see death. Even though these men had slaughtered and destroyed my entire life in an instant, they were looking at me with sympathy, completely unaware that they had done anything wrong. The separation only further left me feeling like I was in a dream. I hadn’t even felt this dreamlike when the Cambions were trying to keep me in a dream!

The two men proceeded to drag me along. I found myself being pulled outside of the confines of the village. The smell of smoke and blood were left behind me, and I found myself able to think a little clearer. I wanted to equip The Reborn title to calm my nerves, but the added charm would assuredly get me in trouble. I was frightened, but any thought of fleeing didn’t touch my mind. These men were acting friendly now, but there was an edge to their eyes that told me they wouldn’t hesitate to cut me down if I tried to flee.

As we left the village, I started to see more demons. There was a surprisingly large force of men waiting in the nearby brush. It was clear that the Cambions never even had a chance, with upward of 300 trained soldiers here. The demons came in many forms, and it was difficult to connect any specific form of class for a demon. Even amongst similarly appearing demons, the level of monster versus human expressed differed. For example, there appeared to be a werewolf-like demon. Most of them had deep golden wolf-like eyes, although a few had blue eyes. Some had a wolves snout, while others had a normal human nose. Some had fur covering their face, while some looked basically human with just one or two different features.

To my understanding, this level of variation doesn’t exist in demihumans. Most demihumans remained quite stable, looking predominately human with a few choice animal parts. A certain book I had read suggested that this was because demi-humans were made by the gods, while demons were composed of a profane genealogy of monster and human. These thoughts, of course, went through my head because I was trying to ignore the reality around me. I was still too shaken up over the death of Peers. Perhaps what shocked me the most is that it didn’t hurt as bad as I thought it would. I felt numb, not pained.

A few of the demons glanced at me. Some merely looked curious, while a few looked ravenous. For some, I wasn’t sure if they wanted to eat me or fuck me. For the rest, I chose not to return flirting looks. This wasn’t the time to do that sort of thing. In the past, I always garnered too much attention. For now, I needed to lay low and survive.

“General, we found a survivor.” One of the guards called out.

That was when I realized I was being brought up to a tall man. His body looked almost human. Almost was the key word here. His eyes looked golden and reptilian, and on his neck were the slightest traces of red scale. It made the man look incredibly intimidating, especially considering his height was above six feet. He wasn’t the tallest man present, but he held himself with a presence that demanded people’s respect.

“We’ve already swept through the prison, there was only one hysterical Bannik. The rest were too far gone so we cut them down. Where did you dig this one up? ” The man spoke with authority, his chin raised as glared sternly.

“My Lord Typhon, They didn’t appear to be feeding on this one, we found her in one of the tents.” The man who tried to kill me explained.

“My Lord, She’s a slave, it looks like.” The other added. “She calls herself Aria.”

The General listened to both men, but his eyes were locked on me. Even he seemed to be affected by my beauty, as he didn’t turn his eyes away. I tried to lower mine, but something about his stare made me think of a snake, and I just couldn’t turn my eyes. My heart started to beat fiercely under that gaze. It was as if this man could read through all of my secrets.

“Aria, is it?”

I immediately dropped into a very low and formal curtsy, surprising the two men on either side. “My Lord, I’m but a humble housewife. Two months ago, these monsters attacked my farm. My husband was slain, and I was kidnapped. If you please return me to my home, I would be eternally grateful.”

The man called Lord Typhon rose an eyebrow as he heard my elegant speech, and then he broke into a smile, even chuckling slightly. The two men on either said looked at each other awkwardly, suggesting that laughing was not something he did often.

“You… you’re an interesting woman.” Lord Typhon responded, taking a step forward and looking me up and down.

The way he looked at me made my skin crawl a bit. It was the same way a farmer might look at a cow. It was the way the slave traders had looked at me. I used my art to its fullest to keep my face from whitening. I had to push forward.

“I assure you, my lord, I’m merely a simple…”

“Not so simple, I think.” Typhoon interrupted me with a sharp look. “You’re a slave. This collar on your neck is a demon item and sealed with demon magic. No Cambion would put a slave collar on a woman. That means you’re from the slave caravan a month back we found ransacked. It was this very unprovoked attack that sent us out here in the first place. What the Cambions did to the slave traders… brutal… but it was a good decision we came. Seven of the Cambion women we found so far were pregnant. It was clear they were starting to expand their numbers. If we hadn’t have been tipped off by this bold attack on demon soil, who knows what these monsters would have gotten up to before we realized it.

Typhon stopped for a second as if realizing he was droning on before starting again. “And that would mean that you’re one of the slaves. A human woman, by the looks of you, however, even if your story swapped Cambions for Demon traders, I wouldn’t believe it. No woman who achieves the second class is so simple, and your charm is unimaginable. I’ve never heard of an Enchantress before, but it sounds like some kind of sorcerer. Now tell me, girl, why did the Cambions choose to not feed on you? There was a reason they were keeping you alive. Tell me.”

My face finally went white as he continued to speak, my façade slipping in the face of his examination. I hadn’t even felt any magic, yet he must have used some kind of identify spell on me. Worst, he knew my level and my class! In a second, I was left completely bare. Furthermore, there was no telling how much Typhon knew about me. My examine ability could tell even personal information like sexual preferences and favorite positions. With an identify skill centered around weeding out lies, what hoped did I have?

One thing was absolutely certain. I couldn’t lie to this man. If I tried to, I had the distinct feeling he would know. Suddenly, I felt completely exposed. I hadn’t felt this exposed since the time I met with Denova. It was like this man was five steps ahead of me. I liked laid back and casual men. I struggled to deal with commanding intellectuals like this guy.

“I… know alchemy…” I muttered.

“What is that?” The man moved even closer, his eyes narrowed, his mouth close enough I could feel his hot sour breath on my face.

“I’m a bit of an alchemist and enchanter. I made them magical potions and blankets and such.”

“Sir, we’ve been finding an abnormally large quantity of enchanted items in this raid. Nothing dangerous. We also hit their storage hut. There is a large number of healing potions. They’ve been stockpiling. Perhaps that’s why they’ve been growing cocky lately.”

Typhon gave no indication he heard the man who spoke in support of my story, still looking down at me, his face incredibly close to mine. “So, you’re the reason our haul was so impressive on this raid. No, if you made all of that, then you’re a greater reward then the rest of it combined.”

As he stared at me and my heart beat to the point I was afraid it would burst, my panicked mind equipped The Reborn title on impulse. The second it attached, when the enhanced resistance calmed me down, I realized it was a mistake. I heard gasping and movement all around me. Even Lord Typhon’s eyes widened a second before he narrowed them dangerously.

“P-please save… me…” I responded pitifully under his gaze to noone in particular.

It was too late now, I had to push forward with everything I had. I set my beautification to demon. I immediately attacked him with Seduction and Eye of the Beholder. If I could just make this man submit, then I would be safe. He was simply too terrifying to allow to continue to choose my fate. However, the man’s grin only turned more dangerous as each of the spells struck. In the past, I could never tell if they hit or not. Since practicing my magical control with Mary, I was now able to tell when skills worked, even those not based on magic. These skills didn’t seem to be working at all. I could see them melting as soon as they struck home.

I could hear the sound of a sword being drawn. The man next to me, the one who had almost killed me before, was holding a sword up towards Typhon. The sword shook in his grasp, but he still brought it up.

“L-lord… perhaps, you should take your distance from the lady?” He spoke almost like he was unsure why he was saying it.

Typhon finally broke his contact from me, looking at the men around them. All of them were watching the pair of us tensely. Each soldier looked about ready to draw their swords on Typhon in the very next moment. Some appeared more affected than others, but even the strongest man had his hand on his hilt, his brow drawn tightly and his hand shaking.

“I… see…” Typhon responded finally.

A sudden eruption exploded from Typhon, and most of the men nearby dropped to the ground like dolls with their strings cut. The man with the sword out flew back and struck the ground nearly fifteen meters away. In a flash that I couldn’t see, I felt cold steel pressed against my neck. For a dreadful second, I was convinced my throat had just been cut, but it took me that moment to realize Typhon had a blade pressed against my neck just short of drawing blood.

“Whatever you activated… undo it now.” Typhon said casually, as if the whole thing didn’t matter much to him. However, the threat in his voice was still enough that I almost peed myself.

I fearfully unequipped the title skill, tears starting to fall down my face. After a second, Typhon merely nodded, pulling back his blade and sheathing it, as if I was no longer a threat in the slightest. The nearby men were starting to stand back up, holding their heads. A few who recovered the quickest noticed Lord Typhon there and immediately bowed fearfully.

“My Lord, I apologize!” One of the men cried out, followed by the responses of many of the others.

Lord Typhon merely shrugged. “To be taken by a charm spell, you’ve embarrassed yourselves. Make sure to reflect. Put the man who pulled the sword on me in chains. He shall be whipped later for insubordination!”

Noone questioned the Lord, merely bowing and immediately grabbing the dazed man off the floor and dragging him away. Even the man himself said nothing to protest as they clamped irons hastily on him.

“My lord, what of this… treacherous woman?” The words were spoken by the other man who had brought me, staring at me now with open hostility now, yet immensely glad that he had resisted drawing his sword like his comrade. “Shall I kill her?”

My eyes widened but resisted struggling any further. If push came to shove, however, I would activate every skill I had. Even if I died by this Lord Typhon, I planned to force him to kill as many of his men as possible. However, when the man looked back at me, he broke into a genuine smile. His eyes almost seemed to hold some level of fondness when he looked me up and down. This made my body shiver more than any level of hate.

“No…” He spoke the words confidently. “I will take her on as my slave. She’ll be my cut of the loot. The rest can be divided amongst the men.”

Several of the men gave a cheer. Clearly, no matter how beautiful I was, in their eyes, I was more trouble than I was worth. For Lord Typhon to take me as his cut, which usually would be 1/5 the total bounty, it showed what value he placed in me. However, all I could do was shiver at that reptilian look that seemed to see more than I could. This is the moment I realized that the normal life I wanted to live would never be.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 212

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“Mm… ah… hah. Hah… hah… ahhhhhhh!” Daisy orgasms powerfully, while Dinah next to her shutters violently.

“Eh? I didn’t even push the head in yet?” You respond wryly, sitting on your knees between Daisy’s legs with the head of your cock pushed up against her clit.

Her moist juices from days of unfulfilled sexual stimulation are flowing freely, and as soon as her panties came off there is a blast of hot humid mist rising from her crotch, nearly red with blood swollen by sexual desperation. Suffice it to say, she is incredibly sensitive, and the second the conditions of your spell are met, ie, your penis touches her clit, she explodes into a fountain of sex. Simultaneous, Dinah orgasms as well. Back in your mansion, Sylvia and Minnie collapse to the floor suddenly wetting the carpet like naughty dogs.

“Mmmmm… nnnsk!” Daisy is no longer coherent as she continues to orgasm out days of the unfulfilled lust of four women.

Dinah looks on longfully, only gaining the second-hand sensation, a little regretful that this giant dick head isn’t pushing up against her crotch. Yes, you’re at the 13-inch mass, but the women have long passed a point where this could shock them for more than a moment. You’ve brutalized them with your coke-can cock before, and this time they will gladly take on the pain in order to gain the sexual relief they needed, even if it tears them up a little.

As to Daisy here, her hips are flailing wildly as she kicks with her legs, your cock running up and down her slit haphazardly as she cums again and again. She’s using the tip of your cock to relief herself, but still is not bold enough to let the massive thing tear into her pussy. You hold no such reservations, harshly grabbing her hips and stabilizing them, you shove your massive beast deep into her in a single thrust.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Gghhhhhaaaaaa……..” Daisy let’s out a loud incomprehensible cry, her eyes rolling in her head and her mouth gaping with her tongue sticking.

She is orgasming nonstop, while at the same time her pussy is being ripped open my your 13-inch monster cock. It tore into her harshly. She was so wet that it slid in easy, but that didn’t mean her pussy had the room. In the end, it had no choice but to tear open as your cock forced its way inside her. She could feel her own organs forcefully being displaced to accommodate something larger than she could take, but as her broken pussy painfully climaxed around the cock, she didn’t even care.

Next, to her, Dinah was also crying out. “Owwwwww… owwww…. Aaaaa… aaaa… nnnn…”

She wore a pained expression on her face, but even as she shuddered in pain, her pussy squirted out lewd juices. Similarly, the maids at home continued to squirt all over the floors, unable to move with the amount of pain and pleasure shooting through them. Lewd smells filled the respective hallways the maids had found themselves in, and had any of the harem girls walked within a ten-meter distance, they would have clearly smelled the lewd dirty maids making a mess on the floor tearfully.

However, their constant cumming also eluded to their own masochistic tendencies. After having been punished by Sebastian so many times and sexually punished by you, often included the use of your monster cock, spanking, whips, and rough anal… the girl’s minds had truly been broken beyond repair. They are all connected, and they all could feel their poor sister being torn apart by your cock. The only thought in their minds are ‘more, do me more!”. They want it to rip more. They want to bleed, and cum, and hurt. They are total masochists.

Even the poor Daisy with her yellow hair and pouty lips, at ground zero and receiving the end of all the personal damage could only beg for more.

“More…” Daisy moans. “Nnnn…aaaaaahhh… more! All of it, all of it!”

You had only shoved ten inches into her, and already you could see blood and honey leaking from her pussy, but still, she wanted the rest. Even you aren’t sure she’ll be okay after. However, you’ll never turn your girl’s request for sex, so with your hands squeezing tightly on her hips, you plunge the rest of the way into her, your cock visibly poke form within her stomach nearly up to her sternum.

Daisy’s eyes widen and her mouth is stuck open as she drools unrestrained like an animal. “Gghhehheeeehhahhahaaaaaaaaaaaa….”

Daisy cums again and again. You haven’t even started rocking your hips yet, but you’ve already lost count of how many times she came, her pussy wildly clamping on your cock. Of course, your cock is so wide and large, that you had ripped open the muscles going in. Her contractions are weak, unable to clamp down, already being stretched to the limit by your cock.

Next, to her, Dinah continues to shutter, squeezing her erect nipples harshly until they were red and swollen, clearly causing herself and her sister’s pain, but not caring in her own sexual lust. All four sisters had become that way. They were pulling, squeezing, fingering, and spanking themselves, inducing equal amounts of pain and pleasure. They had ceased caring whether their own bodies could handle the burden. They will continue to enhance their own sexual pleasure, even if it breaks them.

You start moving your hips, but you don’t have any build up. You don’t start slow and move faster to ease her into it. Instead, you put Daisy’s ankles on your shoulder, get up on top of Daisy so you’re pushing her down, and then start thrusting harshly down into her, penetrating with the maximum force unrelentessly, even as her innards are pushed past the breaking point.

“Ah. AH AH AH AH AH AH… cum… cumming… cumm…. Don’t stop… harder… break me… break me!” Daisy cries out, struggling to breath with her organs displaced and crushing her lungs.

Even Dinah becomes lost in the euphoria, sucking harshly on Daisy’s nipple while wildly humping her hips and rubbing her crotch desperately on the back of your hand, which was holding Daisy’s ass. Your piston movements go faster and faster, and loud squish noises emerge as the liquids expelled from her pussy became juicier and juicier. Lewd, red, transparent liquid flows down her ass crack freely, and it should come as no surprise that the sheets underneath are stained beyond repair.

Daisy’s sexual parts are starting to become numb, the nerves having long been damaged by your cock. Furthermore, she is becoming delirious, the damage of your cock building up until she is ready to pass out.

“Please, me! Fuck me! Do me now!” Dinah begs, encouraging you to abandon Daisy’s broken body so that all four girls could enjoy being broken again.

Daisy even gives a weak, tired but encouraging nod. Even she understands her body is giving out and can no longer handle any more penetration. However, her lust is to the point where it doesn’t matter. She wants to be broken all over again. The only way to do that is to sacrifice her sister Dinah. She could feel herself being broken open and her pussy and insides wrecked all over again! She only wished her sisters were here so that she could get it four times!

As you pull out of Daisy, your cock popping out of her pussy with a woosh sound that showed how tight she was, Dinah eagerly got into doggie, wagging her butt at you eagerly while her juices leaked down her legs and stomach. She was already soaked in lewdness, having cum innumerable times, but she still wanted to be broken by you. You immediately line your cock up accordingly.

“Wait, boss, that’s the wrong ho—a aaahaahahahsdgssssss…. Aaaaahah…. Ghhhh… nnnaaaaaaa.” Your dick penetrates Dinah’s colon just as harshly as Daisy’s womb.

Daisy let’s out a scream as she pulls on her nipples, clearly not expecting her sister to be violated in the ass. The feeling of her colon being pierced painfully and her tight butthole being ripped apart was enough to drive every single one of them crazy. Dinah was already cumming as the dick tore open her butthole, which stretched bloodily around your massive cock.

Dinah didn’t care that it was in her ass, as soon as she felt the penis inside her, that became all that matters to her. She reaches back, spreading her ass cheeks painfully, trying to open her hole as much as she can to accommodate your meat. You immediately start to jackhammer her ass without giving her any time to adjust. Dinah is already extremely wet. She had cum innumerable times while you fucked Daisy, and all of that cum leaked down her butt crack and helped moisten her ass. On top of that, your own dick had been lubed aggressively by Daisy’s broken pussy. Therefore, while her ass wasn’t as receptive as Daisy’s pussy, you still managed to force yourself inside her.

Her warm butt, tight sphincter, and shuttering body as she orgasmed over and over again in absolute agony led you to reach your limit as well. Of course, the maids were just your fucktoys, unlike the rest of the harem, you didn’t need to give them such pleasantries as letting them know when you planned to cum. Thus, your swollen balls immediately pushed gobs and gobs of cum out, and in a second you blasted Dinah deep in the ass.

All four women felt hot sticky fluid being squirted deep inside their asses, causing them to cum one… make that four last times. Dinah’s pussy squirted down on the bed like she was taking a piss. Daisy’s pussy, the muscles already shattered, wasn’t capable of contracting hard enough to squirt, so gobs of liquid just bubbled out of her broken pussy like a broken faucet.

You kept cumming, filling Dinah’s colon full of hot seed. It flooded her body so drastically that some of it backed up into her stomach even. She ended up cough cum out of her throat before swallowing the salty liquid back down with her bile. When you finally pulled out. White cum spurted out of her ass along with all the gas you had pushed up in there with your cock. It shot out in loud ‘pfft’ sound squirting a stream of white from her ass like a second cumshot. Meanwhile, her pussy squirted transparent liquid from the other end.

Taping your man meat on her ass cheek, and shaking the rest of cum on her ass crack. You finally finish up, turning around and leaving the two women without another word. One of them had a broken pussy, and the other had a broken asshole. You left the room, but naturally, you made sure a spell was in place that would gradually heal them. Truth be told, neither girl would be able to stand for a week, only lying in bed painfully while still feeling the euphoric contractions of post-coitus, their pussies so overextended that it’d be hours before the aftershocks wore off.

Meanwhile, Sylvia and Minnie had made respective messes all over the Mansion hallway floor. While still feeling the pain of both their sister’s broken ass and broken pussy, the two had to crawl away and get the cleaning supplies to clean up all the mess they had left all over the soiled floor. However, after scrubbing for two hours, they still couldn’t get out the stain or remove the smell. They finally fell into their beds, worried about how they would be punished when Sebastian found out they had ruined the carpets. The only solution was to replace them, and even then they had soaked through to the floorboards underneath. Those respective hallways would never stop smelling like the maid’s lewd pussies. However, deep underneath it all, they hoped the one punishing them when you got home would be you yourself. There are still two more girls to break.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 211

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“She passed out after just thirty minutes.” You sigh, pulling your pants back on.

A naked woman is lying on the bed, her legs spread up and a big gaping hole where her pussy used to be, still leaking out white liquids. Her hair is a wreck and she is covered in sex and wetness. She is a squirter too, and it is quite messy as every time she came she shot warm liquid all over the place. Of course, you’ve made all of your girl’s squirt at some point, but this woman seems abnormally squirty, and the bed is basically soaked… as is the wall and floor facing the bed. Orgasming every five or six seconds? You normally needed magic to illicit that kind of effect.

As you walk out the room, you’re surprised to see a familiar face waiting for you. “Oh? Experiment #626, you’re already done?”

The sex doll has an unsatisfied look on its face, which is weird because you never programmed them to be unsatisfied. In fact, the sex dolls should all be horny fuck machines, ready to go at any moment. The slightest breeze should make them cream their panties.

“Yes, creator. I’ve been waiting for 29 minutes. I believe the task was fulfilled, although I’m not certain.”

“Not certain?” you ask curiously.

“I did not feel anything. The noble flopped on top of me for thirty some seconds, and then rolled over and said I could go…”

“Ha? Well, as long as he’s happy I guess it’s fine. I’ll need you to stay around again just in case of any future swaps.”

“I thought only the maids were being cuckolded…” Experiment #626 mutters under its breath.

“Huh? Did you say something?”

“No… creator… since I must be here a while, can you please give me proper relief?”

“Relief? Huh? You mean orgasms?”

“Yes, creator. I’m used to being ravished by goblins all day long. These nobles cannot compare.”

“Huh… well, is it okay if I just use magic again?”

“Yes, please, anything!”

You lightly touch the sex doll’s forehead, casting the “best orgasm” spell. The doll shivers all over, her panties instantly soaking. As her face flushes red, she puts on a pleased expression, the anxiousness in her brow instantly dissipating. However, she’s remarkably silent throughout, not even uttering a single moan. The orgasm spell, when casted on this sex doll, could have been a healing spell for the effect it had on her. Her haggard appearance improves, and her eyes hold nothing but relief from her previous pains.

When you finally remove your hand, she speaks more softly in a stress-free airy tone, “Thank, creator, I feel much better now.”

“Okay, then…” You respond awkwardly.

The sex doll gives a curtsy. “I will return to the boat and await your next mission. Next time, pick a more robust man or perhaps give me some Viagra or something to slip him.”

Experiment #626 turns around and leaves with just that while you watch after her with a complex look. You have created several thousand sex dolls on a whim while developing Cinderella’s body. Experiment #626 didn’t look like Cinderella at all. She actually looks a bit like a dog, with blue hair and big long animal ears that stuck up. She was extremely flexible, with a slim body that allows to bend into pretty much any position that didn’t get in the way of her F-sized chest.

However, at the end of the day, she is just a sex doll. Cinderella is unique, because she is inhabited with a soul. You aren’t really sure what a soul is, but you are pretty sure Cinderella has an independent personality, an ego, an ID, a super ID, and whatever other psychology terms make up what it means to be a sentient being. However, the sex dolls… they didn’t. They should be some base-level programming. They are machines, designed to be bent over and fucked.

However, the girls have been freely interacting with the goblins for over a month now outside of your supervision. Perhaps, it was during the life energy crisis when you bukkaked a planet, but the sex dolls seem to be gaining independent personalities. Experiment #626 expressed disappoint, wants, desires, appreciation, and even sarcasm. Doesn’t that coincide with a living, sentient being?

If that’s the case, then did you unintentionally create life? Would these so-called sex dolls be a brand-new never before seen species? Right now, they are all being used as goblin procreation vessels. You have plenty of sex dolls who have big breasts and are compliant.  You merely picked 626 because she’s not pregnant at the moment. Goblins make goblins… but what would come out if they are impregnated by humans? Half human, half sex doll hybrids? What would a male half sex doll look like?

You wonder back to your room while contemplating the ramifications of playing god. As you approach, you find two women waiting up for you.

“B-b-boss…” Daisy whines with desperate looking eyes.

“Please… service us…” Dinah adds.

The two women are nearly shaking, and you can smell their lewdness from down the hall. These are girls whose panties are already wet without the orgasms. Lack of sex has built horribly, and after dildos, and vibrators, and even each other, the four girls combined surpassed any realm of tolerance. Any longer, and they’ll likely become gibbering messes or might even take their own lives to make it stop. You suppose enough is enough.

“Alright ladies, it’s your lucky night!”

The two women break into tears, relief flooding them as they realize they’ll finally obtain the sexual relief they’ve been craving for three days. Once you take them to the spare bedroom and pull off your pants, revealing the penis you left at 13-inches… they start crying for a different reason.

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Author’s Note:

The next chapter will be sex-filled. Selena is just a pump-and-dump, why would you even waste the words for such redundant vanilla sex?

 

 

The World of Women – Chapter 4

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Clyburn, in other words me, I had two sisters. One of those sisters is 14, and the other is 15. As to how that works out mathematically, I found out I turn thirteen next month. My fifteen year old sister is named Madison and my fourteen year old sister is named Hannah. I should also add that my mother’s name was Morgan. As to the kind of girls my sisters are, my memories regrettably knew very little. The former me was a pampered spoiled brat. After I was born, little attention was given to my sisters. They were almost ghosts in my memory.

My mother wasn’t necessarily abusive, but it was the society that favored men and expected them to be catered to above all else. This naturally had a major influence to the amount of time mother gave me compared to my sisters. If my memory served me, this also resulted in two very different attitudes towards me. My fifteen-year-old sister Madison seemed to hate me. That is to say she was very jealous that I got all the attention and refused to talk or deal with me.

I had a distant memory of two years back when I wanted something that she had. She was reading a certain book, and I decided I wanted the book because I liked the picture on the cover. At first, the maids tried to take the book. However, it turned out the book was not taken from our library, but one Madison had personally bought herself with her birthday money. However, ten years old and never having been told no before, I ended up getting into a fight with her, trying to take her book until it accidentally ripped.

She called me a ‘stupid, good-for-nothing man’, and I responded by calling her a lipstick girl. For reference, in my old life, a lipstick lesbian is the kind of woman who favors glamourous, traditionally feminine women and styles, both in themselves and their lovers. This is as opposed to the dykes, the so-called manly women. In this world without feminists, that connotation takes on a slightly different meaning. Lipstick girls are essentially man-hating lesbians. They often wear strap-ons, and try to convince young women to hate men, hate seed, and eat pussy.

In a society with population problems, this attitude was seen as insulting to men and detrimental to the world, as a result, these women were often treated with scorn outside of their own social circles. So, lipstick girl was an awful insult which resulted in my sister shouting that I was stupid before chucking the destroyed book at my head and storming away. I expected mom to back me up, but instead, she gave me a spanking. It was one of only a few cases in which I was ever punished by my mother, which is perhaps why the scene was so vivid in my memories. It also signified the last time my sister and I every engaged with each other willingly.

Hannah, the younger sister, was a bit different than her angry sibling. She was much shyer and more reserved. As to how she treated me, that was to say with complete fear. Since my way was the rule of the house, Hannah had learned to hang her head low and avoid me when possible. She didn’t like talking to me, and would shiver if I got too close. Suffice it to say that my relationship with my sisters was really shitty at the moment. That meant, it was going to take some work.

Unfortunately, a week later, I hadn’t managed to even stay in the same room with them for more than a moment or two. I had spent a week in this new world, and since blowing my load in a maid’s mouth and another maid’s hand, I’d been left without any more satisfaction. Veris had actually switched her sponge bath duties with another maid who was in her seventies. The maid had hinted that if I had any “issues”, she could handle them, but you could forgive me if I didn’t take her up on her offer for a wrinkly decrepit handjob from a woman with a displaced hip.

Thus, when my first chance to get close to Hannah arrived, I wasn’t going to waste a second to think about it. I had wondered into the library, only to notice Hannah putting a stack of books away on one of the shelves up on a chair. She was reaching up high, and her midriff was completely exposed. She hadn’t noticed me yet, and if I had managed to get to the base of the chair she was standing on, I could probably also get a peak at her panties under her skirt.

However, rather than do that, I silently closed the door as softly as possible, and then clicked the lock. It wasn’t like I’m trying to lock my sister in. Rather, I just want to keep from being interrupted. Every other time I wanted to get close to Hannah, Madison was nearby, always giving me a glare if I even attempted to approach either of them. If it wasn’t Madison, then there was a maid nearby. Either way, I could hardly work any magic on my sister with an audience, so finding her alone was a wonderful blessing.

Regrettably, I didn’t get to enjoy the panty shot because I was not even half away across the room when she finally noticed me. She immediately yelped, pulled down her shirt, and then jumped off the chair. As I continued to approach my cute little sister, she backed away instinctively until her back hit the bookshelf and couldn’t move any longer. She looked around the room desperately, as if looking for a path to flee, but upon seeing nothing, only then did she speak.

“B-b-brother… wh-what are you doing he-here?” she spoke with a shiver, not able to meet my eyes.

My sister wore a long sleeve pink shirt and black skirt that went to a bit above her knees. It wasn’t as revealing as the maid skirts, but it was short enough that schools in the old world might give her trouble. She had the youthful face of someone fresh in her teens. Her beauty clearly came from her mother, but she had a lot more of the baby fat, her cheeks a little chubby. Her hair was brown like her moms, but she kept it straight, including hair which she kept over one eye, desperately hiding her face. Overall, she was very adorable.

The adult me surged with lustful encouragement. As a 12-year-old boy, there were only a handful of years when I could get away with touching young teenage girls. Meanwhile, I had an adult brain that knew just how to manipulate, trick, and seduce immature women. Naturally, I had no intention of passing by the opportunity. If you were hoping for one of those guys who only liked women his own mental age, or was filled with moral obligation, that’s just not me. I found myself in this world, and I planned to take as much advantage of it as possible!

In my old world, my high school life was noticeably sex free, and I always regretted that I never got to taste a young, virgin teenager. My first time had been when I was 20, and was a drunken fling with a big-boned college coed at a party. She had already left by the time I woke up, and I found the number she gave me was fake. My second time was with my wife, whom was an undergrad when I got into graduate school. Now, a few of the whores I tried might have advertised themselves as 18, but when we met they always looked like they were in their twenties. That maid last week was the first teenage pussy I’ve ever had, and at the time I was too confused to really enjoy it! I won’t let the opportunity for more teenager pussy in the future pass me by!

“Sister, can you read me a book?” I asked innocently.

Hannah immediately jumped in surprise. “Eh? A book? Ah?”

She looked behind her, realizing she was surrounded with books and only then understanding where it came from.

“Brother, perhaps you should ask Madison. She likes books more than me. I’m only putting away a few books for her.”

“Since you’ve already completed that task, doesn’t that mean you have some free time?”

“Eh? Ah… that’s true…” Hannah’s brow furrowed, unable to argue with your simple logic.

“Then, come, sit down, please tell me a story.” I respond, sitting on the nearby couch and patting the seat next to me.

Hannah seemed to breath easier now that I was seated and she knew what I wanted, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to do it. In her hand was a single book, the last one she had forgotten to put away, and her knuckles were tight as she held it, as if she was fighting back a great deal of anxiety and holding it up as a shield.

“Please, sister, do… do you really not want to be with me?” I asked, letting tears well up in my eyes.

I had been practicing this move for a good week now. The effect was even more drastic on Hannah than I expected. She dropped the book and started waving her hands excitedly.

“No, brother, no! I’ll do it! I’ll read a book! I said I’ll read!”

Immediately, she headed over and sat down right next to me. She glances over at me trepidatiously. I glanced back, raising an eyebrow.

“The book!” The blood drains from Hannah’s face as she realized she didn’t grab any books. “Wh-what does little brother want to read?”

I gave a shrug, “I don’t know, just pick something. What about that book?”

As I said that, I offhandedly pointed at a book sitting on the desk barely in sight. Of course, that book hadn’t been lying there earlier. I had dropped it there when I came in, but Hannah hadn’t seen that.

“Ah, okay!” Hannah raced over and grabbed the book, immediately bringing it back, sitting next to me with a youthful exuberance that caused certain parts of me to stir excitedly.

Upon settling, she finally looked at the cover, a question mark floating over her head. “It appears to be a man and a woman, isn’t that a weird pose?”

“Hmmm… strange, if it’s a man and a woman… then wouldn’t it be a romance story?”

“Romance!” Hannah squeaked, “What do you mean, romance?”

“Oh, one of those adult books that talk about men and women in love. Like how dad and mom were in love.”

“L-l-love? Y-you mean like… seed giving?”

I raised an eyebrow in wonder again to a world where words like love immediately jumped the brain to cum and sex. “Well, romance stories are special, because they only depict one man and one woman. See, same man and woman on every page. It’s an expression of love.”

“Isn’t there three on this page?” Hannah stopped me as I flipped rapidly through the pages of the book while keeping her from seeing the details.

“Ah! Nevermind that one, the point is, this is an adult book. While, I think it’s a beautiful depiction of seed giving, I can understand if this is too adult for Hannah, so we can pick something else.”

“Eh?” Hannah’s cheeks reddened. “It’s not too adult for me! I’m older than you brother! Plus, men mature slower than women, so I’m definitely much more mature.”

“If you think you can handle it, then please read me a passage.”

“Of course!” Hannah declared resolutely. “The title is ‘The Book of Love’… when engaging in oral sex, make sure to properly use the tongue to flick the head of the cock. When the… when the… pre-cum… is released, sp-sp-spread it around with the tip of the… the… tongue to properly…”

“Hannah? Hannah!”

Hannah’s voice slowly dimmed as she continued to read, her face growing flushed as she started to grow dizzy. At this point, I put my arm around her shoulder, and the girl was too caught up in what she was reading to even notice. The book I had selected, of course, appeared to be this worlds version of the Kama sutra. In a world where women might only experience sex once in their lives, books that educate sex like this were even more likely to be distributed.

“-to lubricate…the…shaft…”

“Hannah, I’m confused, is it talking about a penis.”

“Eh?” The question seemed to shock Hannah out of her phase. “Ye-yeah…th-the… that… does it really look like that?”

Hannah’s eyes seemed to be focused on a picture in the book. The picture was graphically stylized, but it ultimately displayed a woman on her knees in front of a man, sucking his cock. It probably wasn’t explicit enough to shock anyone in my old world, but for the 14-year-old Hannah, it was decimating. I had this hypothesis before after scaring away the maid, but in this world without regular contact with men, the women here seemed to have no defenses towards men.

Besides their manner of dress being more provocative and less modest towards their primary sex traits, they also had no concept of seduction or being tricked for sexual gain. In a world where women chased after men, the women had no protection from being chased themselves.

In my old world, a woman would have her guard up around any man. She’d be suspicious, instantly calling him out on any sort of sexual aggression. Girls here seem completely unprepared for any kind of stimulation. A normal girl from my old world would have already shoved me off her and slammed the book closed. She might have even slapped me. However, Hannah was just flustered and lost, unable to deal with these surging hormones in her body.

As a result, my hand ended up on Hannah’s knee while I cuddled close to her. We were both about the same size since I was two years younger, so I couldn’t use my body to overwhelm her. Instead, I had to keep pushing the innocent act while I got more and more aggressive with the unprepared girl next to me.

“It sort of does, do you want to see it?” I answered her previous question playfully.

“Ah, that!” Hannah immediately stared at my shorts with wide eyes. “You mean, your… p-pe-penis… right… you have one…”

“Here, it’s not like it bites.” I grabbed one of Hannah’s hands and put it to my penis, now half-erect in my shorts.

“Ah! Brother!” Hannah immediately pulled her hand away, however, her brain had already felt the hardness and warmth on her fingertips, and thus it became the only thing on her mind.

“Br-brother, let’s put this book away. I think this is enough for today.”

“Just a bit. Ooo… look, he’s putting it in from behind!”

I turned the page, overriding Hannah’s objections by distracting her. I was relieved to see a second later that the distraction worked, her eyes became focused on the picture. She stared at a picture of a woman on her knees with a man sticking it in from behind. She had such a look of wonderment on her face that I almost wanted to eat her up right there.

“D-doggie style, when a woman gets on all fours, and the man mounts her like a dog…” Hannah read, and then giggled with a blush. “I didn’t know it could be done… from the back. Don’t women lie down and the man get on top? Would the pe-penis even reach that far?”

“I wouldn’t know unless I tried.” I gave a nonchalant answer, meanwhile, she wasn’t noticing that my hand was moving up and down her leg, even as her face grew flush and she was lightly panting, clearly sexually excited.

Her skirt was pushed up to the point where her whole leg was exposed to me, and my fingers were gently stroking up and down her leg while my other arm was still wrapped around her, holding he tightly against me.

“B-brother’s lucky…” Hannah suddenly said as she turned to the next page, revealing a pogo stick position.

“Huh? Why is that?” I asked, my fingers moving into her inner thigh.

“Brother will… get to try all of these, right?” Hannah suddenly declared. “Since, so many women will want your seed, you’ll have the opportunity to enjoy every position. If I’m lucky, I’ll only get to lie with a man once in my life. I wonder which position it will be in…”

“You’re forgetting something, Hannah.” I responded. “This is about love. See, every picture has the same people.”

This was because the drawings depicted a red-colored featureless female and a black-colored featureless male, but it was true that they looked the same in every picture.

“Wh-what do you mean?” Hannah turned to me, a suddenly I found her lips only a few inches from my own.

“It’s only lucky if I get to be able to enjoy every position with one girl. That’s why there are so many positions to enjoy, so that you can find someone you love and practice every one. It’s meaningless if it isn’t the same girl.”

“B-b-brother… you’re touching me…” my fingers had found their way on to the outside cloth of her panties, and were now slowly rubbing in concentric circles on top of the cloth, which was growing moist.

This was the first point where Hannah finally realized how close we are and where my hand is touching.

“Hannah, you’re my sister. You’ll always be my sister, right?”

“Ah… it feels… I feel hot, brother… s-stop touching.” Hannah responded breathily.

“Do you love your little brother, Hannah?”

“Ah, ah, ah… please, brother. Don’t…”

“Since we’re forever, then wouldn’t you be the one for me? I could enjoy every position in this book with you. Is that alright?”

“Hah… hah… hah… stop… I can’t… Mmmm…” Hannah’s flushed face was right in front of me, my hands moving faster and faster, her mouth slightly open, begging for a kiss.

Immediately, I dived in, taking Hannah’s lips.

“Mm!” Hannah’s eyes widened, but she could do nothing as my other hand held the back of her head.

My tongue immediately dived into her mouth, invading her as I tasted her saliva. My fingers were working over her panties fast, the material now completely wet. It’d be transparent if I looked. My fingers longed to break through her underwear and pierce inside her, but I was too caught up in the moment to remove my fingers even for a second to slide in from the side.

Hannah started pushing against me, finally pulling her lips from mine, a trail of saliva connecting out mouths. She immediately turned her head away, her breaths coming out in gasps, her face red and her expression confused. Her hand grabs at mine touching her sweet spot, and she tried to pull it away half-heartedly.

“Please, no, brother, it’s too much. I’m going… I’m going… I can’t… It’s feels hot.” Hannah started crying as she panted, but with my fingers as an out of control blaze on her pussy, I forcefully pulled her into a hug, preventing the hand grasping mine from pulling mine away.

Hannah could only desperately grasp my wrist as it rapidly moved up and down against the cloth of her panties.

“Ah, ah! AH!!!” Hannah’s body spasmed against my own, her thighs finally tightened around my hand, as did the grip of her hand on my wrist.

Her head collapsed into the nap of my neck, her face red, her mouth gasping. She could only convulse a few more times against my body while I held her in my grip. Finally, I let go of her, pulling my hands away from her sweet spot, now emitting a lewd but sexy odor. After a few moments, I found myself staring into my lovely sister’s beautiful blue eyes, both exposed for once, the hair that usually covered her right eye pushed back during the exchange.

Just then, she burst into tears. A moment later, she stood up, and then fled the room, unlocking the door and slamming it behind her as she left without a word. Like that, I was left in the library alone. My cock was rock hard, and the couch next to me still smelled like her sex. There was even a small little wet spot where she was sitting.

I let out a sigh. “Did I go too far again?”

I was told I was in a world that wanted my seed more than anything. That caused me to quickly want to enjoy such a world. However, my over eager older self was just much too aggressive. At this rate, I was only going to get into trouble. I didn’t think Hannah would tattle on me. However, I couldn’t keep doing this to myself either.

With all the promises this world had given me, I was expecting a pussy buffet. The fact I had only tasted one fifteen-year-old girl after twelve years of life didn’t do anything to ease this expectation. I was ravenous to fuck, my expectations having driven my sexual desires too far. While smelling the scent of my sister’s sex on my fingers, I realized that this wasn’t even a problem I could solve with my hand. I needed to release my nut into a tight pussy. That was the only way. I couldn’t wait to break down Hannah, and Madison was even in a worst.

My only options were to either rape one of my sisters, which is something I think I’d have trouble coming back from. I didn’t know how this world treated rape, but even so, it was something I didn’t want to do. Even what I just did to my sister left me feeling a little bad. Then, there was option number two.

“I guess it’d have to be that then, huh? Mom, it is.”

Yes, my mother, who is willing to do anything for me. If this was a ero game, then mom would be the easiest route towards intercourse. I wasn’t giving up on my sisters, but until I cooled down and blew a load, I was afraid I’d only scare them more. That left mom, a woman who had experienced a lot of sex with my father, and thus could be one of the few experienced women in this world. She was the only one who wouldn’t become frightened by sexual aggression. I guess it was about time to see how far her motherly love truly went.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 210

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“So, my husband seems to be favoring your woman this evening?” As you left the dinner party, having nothing but made eye contact with her before she follows you out the door, Reginald’s wife begins to speak with an almost impassive, bored voice. “Figures as much, he’s recently had a fetish for non-humans.”

“Really…” You aren’t interested in hearing her life story, as you lead her towards her own private bedroom, having already used magic to determine the location, you’re mostly just looking to blow a load for the fun of it.

“Are you in a rush?” She responds as she realizes she has to speed up her feet to catch you.

You shrug. “I promised my other ladies some fun tonight, so naturally…”

“Twice in a single night? My my…” She gives a thoughtful expression. “Even if you can manage it, you don’t really have to rush it.”

Twice? You had five women, what the heck is she talking about twice? Her bored expression is irritating you. She is acting more like she is walking to her room to make her bed rather than have sex. Suddenly, you find yourself worrying a bit. Is that the way of swingers? Sex has gotten to the point where it’s just a routine? This experienced vixen is so experienced at sex that nothing impresses her? That won’t do! Naturally, you intend to leave this woman impressed. You increase your penis size to 13-inches. Your quick pump and dump turning into more as you plot to truly show this girl a good time. You’d be horrified if you found yourself unable to leave her a blubbering mess. You horny immature teenage virgins were easy to please, but this mature, experienced woman might require a bit of effort.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take my time.” You reassure her.

“So, you’ll last a minute instead of thirty seconds.” The woman cocks her eyebrow mysteriously.

You let out a laugh, but she doesn’t join you. What is with this woman?

“What’s your name, anyway?” you demand.

“Me? My name is Selena.”

You breath a sigh or relief. Not a Disney princess or villain. This pussy is a go for landing. The pair of you make you way to her bedroom. Naturally, your bedroom would be uncomfortable with the other girls nearby in listening distance, and these sorts of extramarital affairs are more suited to be in her domain. That said, you excitedly stand in her room, ready to dominate your first married woman. True, Aurora is technically married, but she had consciously left her husband before you had broken her, so it’s not quite the same thing. This woman would be returning to her husband this very night, filled with your cum!

Some may not think there is any difference in this particular sexual exchange from all the other women you enjoy, but all of the other ladies are claimed by you. This woman isn’t yours. It’s like renting versus owning. True, owning is preferred in most situations, but sometimes it’s nice to rent something. Then, you don’t have to give a shit about it while you ride it for all it’s worth! You don’t have to worry so much about the future exchanges later on. All of your harem women were approached with the knowledge that you’d be having to live with them in the future. For this girl, there is no need to seduce, or rape, or comfort. You can ride her hard, and as long as you don’t break her too bad, who cares about what comes next. She’s Reginald’s problem to maintain.

Selena goes into the bathroom to “get comfortable”, just like in the television shows. You decide to leave the unwrapping of your own thirteen inches for the end surprise. When she comes out, she’s wearing an exotic nightie which is see-through, showing her sagging breasts and naked body. She’s not the youthful teen sexy you’re used to, but there is a beauty in this mature woman as well that doesn’t inhibit your penis in the slightest.

“I’m unable to become pregnant, so it’s fine if you cum in me.” Selena says, her attitude still seemingly routine, like she’s done this a million times. Spreading out on the bed, she opened her legs while making a welcoming gesture to you, her face finally wearing a sultry expression. “Come, give me your best.

Determined to give this experienced vixen the time of her life, you dive right it. It’s at this time it may be a good idea to mention the things you don’t know. First off, Selena’s husband, the esteemed Reginal, has a micro-penis. In fact, most of the nobles who engage in these things have quite small penises. The king who summoned you could be said to be quite large in having a 5.5 inch cock to which he sparingly used to satisfy Aurora. As to other noble ladies, they are used to impudent men with small penises.

Secondly, Selena’s joke about thirty seconds wasn’t meant to be hazing, but a statement of her actual expectations. Once again, noble men of the human world, who included much inbreeding and cross marriages, had propagated exceptionally small penises and weak sex drives overall. This was a problem unique to humans, which didn’t effect the demon or demi-human populations. Riun, where almost every resident had mixed blood with demons and demihumans that went back many generations, had actually circumvented this issue, and on average were considered quite large compared to the human mean penis size. It could also be pointed that amongst the proud nobles, premature ejaculation is the norm, and the poor Selena has never even orgasmed on a penis before. Only her own hands have ever proven sufficient. This is why she was so flippant about sex, which had mostly been a duty she fulfilled for her husband.

It could also be noted that the prideful nobles would never engage in foreplay, considering ‘servicing’ their wives to be beneath them. Pride had certainly affected the noble population, and it was all of the women who had to pay for it, with generally sexless, unfulfilling lives. Aurora’s situation was even the worst of them, but it was actually the norm. A lot of the noble’s perversions had spawned from this life of unfulfilling sex.

As for the third thing, Selena wasn’t infertile. In fact, she is perfectly capable of having a baby, it’s just that it is slightly harder for her, and in conjunction with the weak, slow sperm of most nobles, she has found herself incapable of being pregnant, and had assume herself to be infertile. For a man who once impregnated the population of an entire planet, your sperm could be said to get women pregnant just by looking at it. And since Selena said she was infertile, naturally you didn’t bother to hold back the baby batter or magically sterilize it.

Suffice it to say, when you threw aside your underwear, a massive 13-inch beast the thickness of a coke bottle emerged, and the experienced lady froze solid. Had she made any kind of expression of surprise, shock, or wonder, you might have realized that thirteen inches was beyond her limit. However, she was very used to schooling her expression as to not laugh when she saw nobles so proud of their micropenis.

In reality, she is beyond shocked, her mind falls completely blank, unable to even acknowledge the massive beast in front of her as an actual penis. Unfortunately, her blank expression further flames your insecurities and determination to give her the ride of her life. She misses the opportunity to correct your misinterpretation that might have caused you to go easier on her. As you advance on the 35-year-old piece of ass, she can only see her life flash before her eyes. Shortly after, her screaming begins.

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Quick Question: Does all the pregnancy stuff matter to you guys? There are a few very enthusiastic pregnancy fans on the site, which is why I mention it so much. Furthermore, it seems like every Japanese hentai I watch (purely for research purposes) these days has the girls going on and on about hoping they don’t get pregnant and things like that, so from a Japanese porn cliche, it seems like a good one to strike. I’m American and honestly American porn sort of ignores the whole “pregnant” thing, what with so many birth control options. Just a thought. More pregnancy? Less Pregnancy? Fine the Way Is? Don’t tell me to just do me… clearly, this is a novel written for you guys, so input is always appreciated, even if I argue with you about it!

With regards to releasing portraits of all the women, I’ve decided I will “finish” all the portraits using the character creator. However, I will not be posting them in my chapter release posts anymore. They will be directly placed in the harem list, which is where all the other portraits are currently released. You’re welcome to check it periodically if you care about the appearance and descriptions of the girls as I imagined them. I will update the list shortly with the girls still missing.

I also encourage you to comment in the harem list about the images. If there is something you really like/don’t like, one advantage of releasing these portraits is that you’ll get a chance to influence the final illustration. You see, these images will function as placeholders, and I’ll still be ordering illustrations from my artist, starting with the girls I absolutely cannot create using the character creator. This will help my ero guy continue to draw ero images, since I have a pipeline issue of my ero catching up to the female images. So, if you absolutely can’t stand how I interpreted your favorite waifu, let me know and if I agree, I’ll pass it along to the illustrator and it’ll make it cut. Continued release of portraits will still be dependent on Patreon Support.

Please note NONE of these images are “officially” what the women look like. I’ve always left the descriptions vague and up to your imagination. These are merely interpretations based on my collaboration with illustrators, which are done simply for your enjoyment. If you don’t like them, ignore them.