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“C-c-can Savior please teach me to swim?” Jasmine asks you after the end of the volleyball match.

“Eh? Swim? Aren’t you a cat or something? Won’t swimming make you wet? Cats hate water.”

Jasmine puffs out her cheeks. “Ooo… that’s prejudice! Just saying because I have cat parts that I’d act like a cat! How dare you!”

“S-s-sorry…”

“I’ll have you know… that I’ve lived in Riun and we were too poor and I was too sick to be able to go to any kind of water source. Thus, I was never able to swim!”

“Ah, I guess that’s about right…” You sigh.

“So, please teach me!” Jasmine bows her head, her tail lashing back and forth.

“Alright, go put this on…” You hand her box of stuff

“Eh? Wh-what’s this?”

“It’s an inflatable so you don’t sink.”

“Okay!” Jasmine grabs the stuff and runs off to the changing room.

As you stand there in the sun waiting for Jasmine, you suddenly notice something up in the sky. Looking at it, you frown thoughtfully.

“Another volleyball? No… wait… isn’t that a meteor?”

You realize that a meteor is apparently on its way to hit this planet. Noone else can see it in the light of the day, but your vision isn’t exactly ordinary. Well, you can’t have something like an apocalypse ruining your day. You cast a spell and rise up into the sky. Jasmine will just have to wait a bit. You’re not going to let a little thing like an apocalypse ruin your day at the beach!

A few minutes later, Jasmine comes out of the bathroom. She’s wearing a blue school outfit and two, big inflatables around her arms.

“Let’s go, Savior!” She cries, grabbing a man’s arm.

The man smiles darkly. “Yes, let’s.”

Jasmine runs into the waves, with the man following slowly, a malicious grin on his face that no one can see.

“Ah… I’m getting deep.” Jasmine cries as she finally reaches an area too deep for her to go any farther.

“I’ll hold you…” The man says smoothly, grabbing Jasmine’s sides and pulling her with him.

“Ah! We’re going deeper. Savior… I’m scared. You’re taking me too deep!”

“It’s okay… I have you…” The man says, moving somewhat close to Jasmine.

It’s at this point, that Jasmine starts to realize that something is off. “S-savior, are you okay?”

“Of course…” the man responds smoothly. “Jasmine, you don’t simply want me to teach you how to swim, do you?”

“Eh? Ah… well… you were giving the other girl’s attention, naturally, I wanted attention too.” Jasmine admits guiltily.

“But, what does Jasmine really want, what have you been craving from the beginning.” He breathes into her ear, causing Jasmine to shake and try to turn around.

However, she can’t swim and he’s got a firm grasp on her hips. Even if she tries to move, she’s not able to escape.

“S-s-s-savior? Wh-wh-what are you saying? P-p-please be clear.” Jasmine says nervously, her face flushed

“We’re out here all alone, little one.” The man whispers into Jasmine’s ear, “No tiny police, no witnesses.”

“Ah!” Jasmine looks over to see that he’s pulled her quite a distance from the rest of the girls; even if she screamed they’d likely not hear her over the waves and their own play.

“Th-th-tht… ahhhn… where are you touching!”

The man’s hands slip under her swimsuit, suddenly pinching her ripe pink cherry-like nipples. Jasmine cries out, having never been touched that way before. She struggles slightly, but as the man sucks her neck, she finds her resistance waning. There really was no point in struggling, this has been what Jasmine has wanted from the beginning, right?

“Ah!” Jasmine cries out as something hard pokes into her butt. “Th-th-that… is that Savior’s p-p-p-pe-“

Jasmine blushes, unable to get the words out. The man pushes it harder, causing it to slide between her legs.

“Does little tiny Jasmine want it?” he asks cruelly, pushing slightly harder.

“Ahn!” Jasmine let’s out a cute noise, gulping down her saliva nervously. “S-s-savior…”

Jasmine is teary-eyed, lost between being afraid and desperately wanting this to finally happen.

“Here, I’ll stick it in!” The man declares, releasing one of Jasmine’s nipples and moving the hand down to her bottom, cupping her buttocks.

“Ah… I’m sinking!” She cries, only being supported by one hand.

“Hehe… you’ll be supported by something in a second.” He chuckles, pushing her swimsuit aside and revealing her hairless pubic region under the water.

He pushes his head up against her entrance, but it faces a great deal of resistance.

“It’s so big…” Jasmine cries out. “It’ll never fit.”

“Never say never!” The man laughs, “Time to pop your cherry!”

Letting go of Jasmine’s top half, he reaches down and grabs her thighs. With one more push, he’ll pop her cherry for good! Jasmine’s eyes widen in fear and excitement as her head plunges underwater. In this position, she couldn’t possibly resist. In this position, she couldn’t even yell out. Bent under the water, Jasmine was completely at his mercy!

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After making sure to properly sunscreen all of the women, half of your day is already over. Before you can lay back down and relax, the girls beg you to play some volleyball with them. Thus, you form teams. On team one is Merida, Snow White, Kida, and Mushu. On team two is you, Elena, Mulan, and Rapunzel.

“I-isn’t there a bit of an imbalance between the teams?” You ask, your cheeks tightening.

The four women opposite of you, each with enormous breasts that are barely contained by their swimsuits all look at each other questioningly. Meanwhile, the girls all around you are getting charged up.

“We’ll be called team A!” Mulan declares. “What will your team be called?”

“Eh?” You mutter, “If we’re team A, then isn’t there team need to be Team DD?”

“Master!” Mulan growls while the other two girls cover their chests, “Please don’t look down on us!”

“S-sorry…” You repent under their glowers.

“Besides, those big ugly fat things will only be a disadvantage! With all the jumping, they’re bound to get in the way. You need a slick and aerodynamic girl like me to hit the ball.”

“You’re seriously calling being flatchested aerodynamic!” You chuckle.

Thwack! Pop!

“Hey, you just spiked the volleyball at my balls!” You glare at Mulan.

“Never mind that!” Mulan shouts back, “Why did the volleyball just pop!”

“Eh? Isn’t that because my dick is for poppin’?”

“You…” Mulan sighs. “Now, we have no ball!”

“I have plenty of balls!” You pull out a ball and toss it to her.

“Agh! Where did this ball come from, you just pulled it out of your swimsuit!”

“Hey, I just pulled it out of my personal storage.”

“Your personal storage is in your pants?”

“Where else would I put it?”

Mulan blushes, looking away, “N-n-nevermind! Let’s just play!”

Mulan leaps into the air and hits the ball, sending it spiraling over the net.

“Hahaha… as a general and queen of goblins, I will return your puny hit and send you to your grave!”

“Snow White, this is just a game!” Elena warns tearfully.

Snow White ignores her, hitting the ball up into the air. Merida takes it from there, leaping high into the hair and slamming the ball into the ground on the other side of the net with a force which creates a small crater. You might be thinking about how OP you made your girls, and how this match might turn out to be somewhat dangerous, however, you’re lost in Team DD’s secret weapons. They all come in pairs and with your high optical vision, you’re able to see them come up and down with each bounce in a vision similar to slow motion.

Thus, you find yourself admiring Mushu, Snow White, Kida, and Merida as they bounce around the court. Up and down. Up and down. Merida and Mushu give each other a high five. Ooo! They touched! Four melons say hello to each other. How nice. The match continues…

“Master, will you not help us at all?” Mulan dodges a ball that obliterates the space she was standing.

On top of being team DD, they also are the strongest and most savage girls in the harem. Suffice it say, these girls never understood restraint. Suffice it to say, every hit breaks the sound barrier and leads to mini-explosions. Mulan and Elena are too afraid to hit the ball, and even Rapunzel barely manages to strike one back. As soon as it reach Team DD’s court, Mushu leaps into the air to take it. As she does, her swimsuit slips.

As Mushu’s boobs bounce in slow motion, a boob falls out of her swimsuit. A oiled nipple is gratuitously exposed. You let out little sigh, appreciating the little things in life.  You continue to look on in rapture as a small explosion erupts behind you, flinging Elena off the court. Once Mushu lands, she realizes she exposed herself and covers herself, giving you a wink.

“She did that on purpose!” Mulan accuses.

“Sweetheart, we need your help!” Elena cries, limping back onto the court.

Another eruption as Kida’s monsters fly up over your head, casting a shadow and possibly creating a small eclipse. S-s-so big… they darken out the sun. You bask in their magnificence.

“Owner! Please… get the ball next time!” Rapunzel chastises as the ball is returned to us, now losing horribly.

“We must win!” Mulan cries, her desire to compete flaring as she desires victory.

Elena serves the ball, and Merida and Mushu go for it at the same time. Their boobs collide in a massive display, that poor ball slammed into the middle. As the four boobs collide in a rippling sonic boom, the tortured ball is launched like a canon between their combined cleavage. It flies up into the air with a boom. You look on appreciatively, giving them a thumbs up.

“Where did the ball go?” Mulan asks.

“It’s up there somewhere!” Rapunzel says, squinting into  the sun.

“Ah… I see it, it’s falling fast!”

“I-isn’t that a meteor!”

“N-no! That’s the ball!”

“It’s heading too fast, only Sweetheart is fast enough to hit it!”

“Master!”

“Sweetheart!”

“Owner!”

“Give it up!” Mushu laughs loudly,” We’ve enthralled him in our boob-fu… the game is over!”

“Master! If you hit the ball, I’ll… I’ll… I’ll… let you stick it in my butt!”

“Eh?” Everyone ended up looking at Mulan, who declare these words while wanting to win, her competitive spirit being uncontainable.

Enough time passes by that none of the boobs are bouncing, and you manage to snap back to reality. You look up into the sky just in time to see the volleyball falling down. It’s currently on fire, the air around it rippling.

“Oh… I got it!” You leap up and in a single strike, a wave of pressure explodes across the court.

You were already distracted, and you’re a lot more OP than the rest of the girls. The ball explodes into pieces upon hitting the ground as shockwaves shoot across the beach. When you finally land and the dust clears… you see both teams on the ground… their swimsuits having been blown away.

“Ah… I guess I hit it too hard…” You look at your hand. “Did I hear something about buttsex?”

No one responds. Even with your harem, you always win.

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“This resort actually isn’t all that bad.” You sigh, putting you hand over your eyes.

You relax on the beach as the girls play on the sand. It’s the next day after you beat away the slave traders. You’re now at the resort up north. With the dark elf BSDM resort now being destroyed, you become the first to enjoy the dark elf male resort. You and the girls headed up to their new resort on opening day while Wendy and the Dark Elves are left with packing duty. They’ll be moving back down to Riun to stay near their baby daddy.

As far as the babies, you didn’t expand the time, so they’ll have a typical dark elf gestation period, which should keep them combat ready for that war in a couple of months or so. For the moment, you don’t want to think about any more problems. Rather, you’re here just to enjoy yourself in the sun. All of the girls are in bathing suits, also playing and running around on the beach. It’s a good day.

Although the resort is still in construction, you used a bit of magic to help them finish up quicker in exchange for a couple nights stay. Well, taking 30 people to a resort ain’t cheap, after all. Everything is going great. Admittedly, all of the male staff are gay, but that gives the advantage that no one is looking at your girls. With the fresh opening, no one else is here but the gay dark elf men, so your women are a buffet of beauty for your eyes alone.

“Ah! My lord, my bra fell off in the ocean again!” Mushu cries, pushing her bare enormous chest at you.

“Ah… isn’t it because those fat things are too large!” Mulan snorted. “Master, I will be happy to cut these things off at your order!”

“It’s fine if you go topless since all the guys are gay.” You lie, casting a modification of the censorship spell so even if the gay guys see her boobs, they’ll just see a black bar. “However, you should apply son sun lotion so you don’t get burned.

“Eh? What’s that?”

You sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to apply it for you!”

“T-thank you, my lord!”

“Thank you, Master!”

The two dragon sisters Mulan and Mushu bow before you. You flex your arms and pull out a tub of lotion. Immediately, you get your hands moist with lotion and grab at the girls.

“Ahhh!”

“It’s cold!”

The girls cry as you grab their bodies. Soon, you start rubbing white stuff all over their bodies.

“Do-do you really need to rub it there?” Mulan cries as you slide your fingers into every crack.

“Especially there!” You assure her.

“M-my lord, I have a bit of a stupid question…”

“Now, now, Mushu, there are no stupid questions.”

“Since we’re both fire dragons with fire-resistant skin, is it really possible that we can get sunburns at all?”

Your hands stop for a second. “You’re right Mushu…”

Mushu starts to smile. “I thought so-“

“That was a stupid question.”

Mushu’s smile fades and she grows teary-eyed. “Yes… my lord. Please continue.”

The cute sexy noises your girls make as you apply lotion starts to attract some of the other women. The more curious girls, such as Ariel, Medusa, and Jasmine are naturally the first to come over.

“M-my lord, should I really do it this way?” Mushu says tearfully.

“Mm… yes… since Mushu’s boobs are so big, this is the only way to correctly apply lots of sunscreens.”

To apply Mushu’s enormous chest with lotion, naturally, I pull out the tub of sunscreen, which wasn’t a euphemism, it’s actually a giant bathtub full of sunscreen. I then demanded Mushu bend over it and dip her heavy boobs into the white stuff. When she finally pulls them out, her mountains look as frosted as the Himalayas. The cream is thick, and most of it managed to stick, causing her to gain two wonderful snowcones.

“Ah… my lord… it’s so cold!”

“Here, let me quickly warm them up!” I immediately grab her chest, rubbing them enthusiastically.

“Ahhhn… my lord… Nyaaa….” She moans as I play with her breasts.

At this point, Mulan is frowning while looking at her own boobs. “If only I had bigger breasts, then Master would need to spend as much time warming them up.”

“H-hero! I need my breasts sunscreened as well!”

“Me too, beloved. Rub my tits!”

“Eh?” You look around to now seen dozens of women around you.

What started as a side distraction has no become a job. You roll up your sleeves and dig a hand into the sunscreen tub, pulling up a scoopful of sunscreen lotion. A man has to do what a man has to do.

“Alright ladies, who’s next!”

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“You’ve won this round!” The slaver boss declares. “But you’ve made some powerful enemies. King Eric will not be pleased!”

“This was done on Eric’s orders?” You ponder. “And after I gave him a big dick too… well, it’s not like he knew I had any connection with the dark elves and technically, if you think about it, he helped me out of a tight spot here.”

Not knowing what you’re talking about, the slaver boss frowns as he gestures for his men. They return to their transportation and turn to leave. At least they have the good sense to understand that your power isn’t something they can handle. The merchandise has already been soiled, and certain death awaits the slavers if they try to fight. These are slavers, after all, they don’t really care much about pride. They are unhappy, but they leave peacefully.

“Goodbye!’ You wave as the slavers ride away.

“Hero-san, are you really going to let a potential enemy just leave?” Aurora asks.

“Enemy? At best they’re disagreeable acquaintances. Besides, what would be the point of killing them all now?”

“To close any potential plot threads and remove any possible chance to have recurring and growing side characters that provide a meaningful impact on the plot.”

“Wow… you just said it right there.”

“It’s not that bad, you still have Eric to deal with. He was sort of in our lives for a bit.”

“Right… well, let me look in the comments section and see how people think I should handle Eric…” You pull out your cellphone and scroll through. “Skin him alive- cuck his women, guys I already did that… cut off his dick and…jesus, what the fuck, seriously guys. Why does everybody who doesn’t have a pussy need to be tortured and brutalized in cruel and bizarre ways?”

“Wh-what’s that, hero?” Ariel suddenly asks, looking at the thing in your hand.

“What, this? It’s a smartphone? It came from my old world, I used some magic to whip it up.”

“In a Different World with a Smartphone? Sounds like a bad story…” Aurora grimaces.

“What do smart phones do?” Ariel asks curiously.

“Oh, lot’s of stuff, pictures, shopping, games, but mostly they’re there for communication.”

“Com-mun-ication?” Ariel sounds out the word.

“Yeah, like talking to each other. It let’s you share things about your…” You stop as you notice your spine tingling.

All around you there are girls staring at you while licking their lips. It isn’t just your harem. There are many dark elf women who are also looking at the phone with a great deal of interest. Your brow starts to crease under so many gazes.

“Y-you girls want to one?”

Some time later…

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The entire tribe, two hundred plus women are now sitting at various spots. They had found clothing and managed to clean up, and were now all sitting with their eyes looking down at their phones, not even paying attention to the tribe, parts of which were still smoldering from previous set fires. Wendy in particular has bright eyes and is typing with both hands excitedly.

“To think! There were so many like-minded women across the world!”

“Are you talking about your bdsm or your feminism?” You ask wryly.

“Qu-quiet male scum! According to this website, the patriarchy goes far deeper than even I knew! Did you know, seventy years ago, women didn’t have a right to vote?”

“Feminism it is…” You sigh, “Wait! This world doesn’t even have a democracy!”

“Stop oppressing me! My particular group of like-minded individuals agrees with me, that means I’m right and anyone who tells me I’m wrong is oppressing me!”

“That’s not…”

“Help! Help! I’m being oppressed!”

You sigh and turn away from Wendy while scratching you chin. “Although, that does mean that these homes connect to the internet back home. Perhaps they work a little too well. Hey, what are you doing?”

You notice Ariel with her shirt up while giving a victory sign. You immediately run and snatch the phone away from her.

“Eh? Hero? The gentlemen on the internet said show me your boobs.”

“And you were going to show them!” You growl. “No! Those are my boobs, no sharing!”

“I was going to send you the picture too…” Ariel responds with a pout.

“Beast… I’m in need of a thing called a credit card. Provide the number so that I might sign up to this site. It promises live nude girls.”

“Stop looking at porn!”

“Daddy, I also need to a credit card… these things are on sale and it says they are half off!”

“Sweetheart! I also need a credit card, these kittens don’t have a home! And if I don’t give them money they’ll be put to sleep.”

“What do I look like, a money dispenser! Eh… please don’t answer that…”

“Prince, I’m going to donate some money to a content creator on Patreon.”

“Now you’re really throwing my money away!”

“I need one too! My great uncle I never heard about just won the lottery. As soon as they send me the proceeds, I’ll pay you back!”

“That sounds highly suspect!”

“My lord, a Nigerian Prince has left us a large sum of money, this could seriously help up build up our army! Please give me your bank account number!”

You scrunch you head and sigh. This is… going to take a while.

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“Ahhhhnnn… it hurts!”

“So big!”

“Hahahah, it’s filling me up!”

Unanimously, two hundred pussies lower down on to their respective penis, ceremoniously sacrificing their pussies on the altar of tentacle-kun. The feeling of two hundred pussies simultaneous wrapping around your cock is almost too much to bear. Your eyes roll up in your head as you experience the pleasure of deflowering an entire tribe of women.

“You women, are now mine!” You cry out.

“Chauvinist!” One woman cries back.

“Pig!”

“You st-st-stupid man!”

Immediately, using extra tentacles to embrace and separate the women’s legs, the main tentacle starts to push in and out of each girl. They all let out cries as lubricated things start to push in and out of them. The sounds of hundreds of women moaning out at once are truly powerful, and the slavers can do nothing but gulp and watch as their prey is molested in front of them.

To the head slaver, his face turns grim. “So much money lost in an instant!”

“Is that their choice?” Your voice comes from nowhere.

“Tsk! These women are just weak sluts!” The man shouts.

“Whores!”

“Cunts!”

“Slutty slut sluts!”

The abusive language is launched at the women writhing on the ground as they are fucked. The women who once delivered the abuse are now being forced to endure it.

“I-is this how the men felt when we criticized them all the time?” One woman asked.

She wasn’t the only one. The entire tribe, now that they are being forced into bondage, sexually violated, and on top of that ridiculed, remembered when they were the ones delivering this treatment to their men. Of course, while some of these women might have found themselves sexually aroused had this been by someone they knew, these men calling them sluts were foreign invaders. Worse, as they started to grow more and more aroused under the machinations of your tentacles, it only made them consider that these men were right. In the end, women were just weak. Women were just sluts that should be tied up and fucked.

Their great Matriarch was in the air, getting jackhammered in every hole, and they started to convince themselves that that was every woman’s natural state. Just whores. Just sluts. Weak-willed women.

“What the fuck are you idiots saying?” Your familiar voice bursts across the women, causing the men shouting abusive things to shut up.

“You call these women weak? Aren’t you the assholes that are weak?”

“You fucker!” The slaver shouted. “We’d have these women all chained up if it wasn’t for you! The first our you gave these women and they took it like the weak-willed sluts they are.”

“Hmph!” Your voice resonated with disdain. “You guys are so pathetic that you can’t even get a woman without enslaving her. When I came to this world, I had the option to buy a bunch of slave girls. Do you know why I didn’t?”

“Because the author forgot to fit it into the plot?” One of the harem girls shouted out from your ship nearby.

“No! I didn’t take on slave women because I didn’t need to! My women all wear collars, but they put them on willingly! Do you know why?”

“To debase and humiliate us?”

“No! Which haremette keeps speaking! Someone over there wants a spanked bottom!”

“Oh! It was me!”

“No, me!”

“I said it, I said it!”

You sigh as all your harem girls eagerly vie for your attention. You decide to ignore the distraction. You have 200 dark elves on the line!

“My women wear the collars because they want to! It’s a means of showing respect for me, and me giving them choice is out of the respect for them. I didn’t buy slave girls because I don’t need to! These women are my women! And I’m their man! This goes beyond money! This is about love and respect!”

“Hero…”

“Master…”

“Benefactor…”

The harem are all looking over at you tearfully, well, their looking at your penis tentacles, but close enough. The dark elf girls have also grown contemplative, even as you dicks continue to pump into them erotically.

“So, what? Aren’t slave girls hot too?” The slaver demands.

“Mm!” You agree. “Slave girls are very hot! But the hottest thing about slave girls is that they give themselves to you willingly!”

“Bullshit…” The man snaps.

“Think back to every slave girl fantasy you’ve read. The guy buys the slave girls, and treats them well! He loves them, he cherishes them, he takes care of them… in the end, the fantasy isn’t to own women, it’s to have a woman in entirety, so even if she was your slave, she’d still wear the collar, because she’s yours and she wants the world to know it! That’s the fantasy every man wants! Men don’t want slave girls, they want girls to be their slaves! And in return, just fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be their slave in return!”

“I will… I’ll be your slave!” One of the dark elf women cries out.

“No, me!, Maybe me your slave!”

“Enslave me, I’ll call you master!”

“He’s my master, no one else can have a master!” Mulan cries.

“Shut up!” The slaver bellowed. “None of that matters! It doesn’t change the fact that these women are weak-willed sluts that’d rather be slaves to love than slaves to us!”

“Didn’t I say the best part?” You ask. “These women sacrificed their very virginity. They debased themselves. They gave up a piece that will never return. That is true strength. Strength doesn’t come from putting others down. It doesn’t come from borrowing power. It doesn’t happen from whining the loudest. It comes from being able to give up something for what you want. These women were able to give up everything for freedom, I think they’re quite strong!”

All the dark elf women who once looked at you with disdain were now smiling, even as you dick still raped their pussies.

“It’s just their virginity…” The slaver pouted, not able to come up with another argument.

“Just virginities? Haven’t you been listening?” You laugh. “They gave me everything. These women are mine now!”

“So what? Two hundred dark elf sluts!”

“No! Two hundred mothers of my children! I’m cummming!”

You let out a cry, and soon two hundred women around the tribe grounds also let out similar cries. Wendy perhaps howls the greatest, even though she’s already pregnant. Your cocks engorge and semen is dumped into 200 wombs simultaneously.

“L-lucky…” Ariel pouts. “All those girls get to be pregnant…”

Aurora pats her shoulder. “It’ll happen some day soon, I promise.”

“Ahhhn… I feel it!”

“It’s inside!”

“So warm!”

“I feel myself getting pregnant!”

“You can’t feel that Marsha, quit lying!”

“I totally do!”

“Bullshit! All you feel is cum!”

Two hundred women are simultaneously stuffed with cum. When you finally retract the tentacles, two hundred pregnant dark elves are lying all over the tribe grounds, cum leaking out their pussies as they gasp for breath.

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“Here you go ladies, let’s lube you up!” You cry out, your disembodied voice carrying throughout the room.

Thousands of dicks respond my hosing the girls in their grip down with liquidity stuff. They especially make sure to shoot them in the crotch. Soon, two hundred beautiful dark elf women are covered in an oily transparent substance. That substance leaks across their skin, giving in a shiny bronze appearance in the exposed sunlight.

“Eh? Is-is this cum?”

“It’s so sticky!”

“Ugh… it smells!”

“Doesn’t this usually come after the sex?”

“If-f he came already, doesn’t that mean we’re pregnant? Does that me we’re done?”

“Nonsense!” You voice booms overhead. “Whoever heard of pregnant virgins? Of course, I plan to give you an injection of seed! This is just a lubricating oil to make it more comfortable!”

“Eeeee… the penis is squeezing!”

“Nyaaaaa….”

The tentacles, now lubed up, could more easily squeeze and gyrate around the poor dark elves, who couldn’t even get a grip on the cock if they wanted to anymore. Since their skin is so slippery and oiled now, you must squeeze extra hard to ensure that the girls remain within your grips.

They are powerless against it as the tentapenis curls around and rubs every inch of their skin. Like a pit of snakes, they slither over every inch of their skin, wrapping around their thighs, their butts, their breasts, and something sliding between the cracks of their butts, arms, and underboob. The tentacles are… in essence, your penis, with exceptionally long shafts that are flexible and bendable at will. Thus, as your cocks wrap around the girls and squeeze them, the feeling of 200 hundred oiled virgin dark elves writhing against your penis is transmitted to you.”

“Hahhh… it’s squeezing!”

“Nya! It’s pushing against it!”

Two hundred tentacles no matter in what ways they wrap around the struggling women, eventually find their way so the head that initially oiled them up are now pressed against their crotches. The dark elves, having never ben bound in such an aggressive manner were at a loss of what to do. They were always the ones who did the binding! Now they are being held against their will while things are being done to them.

Some of the dark elves have already abandoned their minds, retreating into their happy places as they stare blankly into nothing. However, considerably more of them find themselves oddly aroused. The warm flesh wrapping around them feels oddly good and sexual, especially as it slides over their lubricated skin, causing tingles to shoot up and down their spines.

“The-the-those are our slaves!” The human slave leader shouts. “Unhand them.”

“How about it, ladies?” Your voice once again echoes over the tribe grounds, cutting through the moaning women. “I believe all people have the right to choose. Will you choose to submit to me as your man, or will you be captured by these slavers and lose your freedom.”

“You… bastard! Are you suggesting our only choice is to live freely under a patriarchy or live as slaves under something worse?”

“Patriarchy, Matriarchy… you’re always living under something. There is always a majority. If sex doesn’t matter whether you’re a man or a woman, then why does it matter who’s in charge? What matters is who do you think has your best interest at heart! So, I’ll leave it to you women. You can Vote with your pussies!”

You adjust the tentacles giving the women just enough movement to make one act. Basically, they can bend their knees. Doing so causes the tentacle pressed against their pussies to move forward. In a word, every woman has a cock pressed against her cunt, and a single movement of hers can plunge it into her, sacrificing her own virginity against it.

“Impale your vagina on my cocks if you choose a life under my leadership, or don’t, and let the slavers snatch you up!”

“You-you bastard!” The slaver tries to step forward, but a cock suddenly shoots out of the ground and glares at him.

He holds up his hands and backs off a bit. The other men are also hesitant. These men are okay fighting to their death, but they’re not ready to fight disembodied cocks. Plus, those cocks seem infinite and have already de-clothed and violated two hundred women. None of them dare think of ending up wrapped up in those cocks! Well, it’s not like you planned to fight them with your cocks either if they pressed things you’d make them spontaneously combust or something.

“I want a third party!” One of the women declares.

“She’s right over there.”

“Gaaa… I love cock!” Wendy is still hovering overhead, taking it in every hole.

The cock leaves her mouth and she’s got a dirty face as she jacks off two tentacles while to more pulsate in and out of her pussy and ass. She’s clearly lost a part of her mind and is now just enjoying receiving sexual pleasure from all four cocks at once. To add to the demonstration, you let all four cocks erupt with semen. Every cock explodes.

“Ahhhnn… I feel it!” Wendy cries out while white stuff bursts from her butthole and pussy.

At the same time, white stuff starts shooting into her face and chest. What many of the girls don’t know is that your voice is also whispering commands in her ear, and Wendy, even though she’s crying, is doing exactly what’s commanded of her.

“Eat it all up!” You command.

Wendy sticks out her tongue and goes “ahhh..’ While semen shoots into her mouth. Given she’s in the air and being balanced by a cock in her pussy and ass, naturally a lot of it misses, and soon she’s covered from head to toe in the white stuff. Incidentally, she’s also the only dark elf that didn’t need any lubbing up.

Watching their Matriarch submit so absolutely to cock causes the women’s eyes to match. Who would ever think the Matriarch, a man-hating pro-feminist was such a submissive woman in the bedroom. It was difficult to garner such respect for her when she turned out to be such a slutty woman indoors. It was like, all of her proudness and pro-feminist views was just an act so that she’d seem cool in front of other women! It was something she happily would declare when she was in charge and could bully others, but quickly degenerated when she was one on one with a man.

“Alright ladies, it’s time to vote!”

The two hundred women glance between the slavers, licking their lips and glaring at the naked women lewdly, secretly enjoying the view and only wishing it was them raping the women right now! They then look at their Matriarch, getting pounded happily while cocks violate her in midair. Finally, they make their decisions.

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