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“Hah… Hah… Hah…” the noise of my panting was the only thing that could be heard in that tent.

My legs were wrapped around the Lord General, and I was giving him the best cowgirl that I could. For a man so used to being in charge, it seemed a bit odd that he preferred to take a passive role in sex. Usually, he left it mostly up to me to satisfy him. As to the effort he put into it, there was very little. I would need to suck him off or get on top. Today, I had been feeling a little horny, so I went into a more aggressive position, bouncing up and down on Typhon’s cock.

His penis was of decent size and it remained hard for some time, so I was able to play with it until I achieved my own satisfaction, and of course his. Meanwhile, Typhon held me with his hard-calloused hands, but he didn’t actively participate all that much. He’d simply watch me work, watch me satisfy him. He wore no particular expression of pleasure, although my skills of deception were able to read the subtle expressions of his face. It was the only way I could tell the things he liked and the things he didn’t like.

For example, Typhon didn’t really like hand jobs. He liked things to be wet, and I quickly found that if I was going to stimulate him to get him up, it needed to be orally. This wasn’t much of a problem for me, so I took his hard meat into my mouth and worked my tongue with precision, making him instantly hard. The first time I had done this, Typhon seemed a bit surprised at my skill. However, he quickly grew to accept it.

This was, of course, all told through minute expressions on his face. A lesser woman would have been lost to understand what he wanted. She likely would have failed to properly please him, and would already be a soldier’s whore. Although the prospect of servicing the army slightly excited the greed in me, I no longer felt the fear and desperation for levels and skills that I once did. In reality, I didn’t want to fuck an army of men. Perhaps, a small slutty part of me had fantasies like this, but this hardly was something I’d vote to do. When I did it with Denova’s men, I was afraid for my life, and desperately felt like I needed to escape.

That terrified seductress no longer existed. I had more control over myself now. I had skillsets, and I knew how to use them. I understood that my future won’t come from desperately power leveling, but from intelligently choosing my future. I worked to satisfy Typhon because I saw a greater future with him. Power leveling to sixty might give me short-term benefits, but it could also be more dangerous as well. Most people at level 60 or higher were considered pretty exceptional. If I lacked the skills and position to back up my level, it could mean dire consequences for me.

And so, I worked my legs, which wouldn’t tire out so easily as a second-classer with enhanced sexual endurance, to pleasure the cock of the man under me. I learned about his interests. I learned what felt good. I learned what tasted good. I learned everything I could. He wasn’t a man who liked to talk during sex. The dirty talk was another thing he didn’t take to. So, I panted and worked, and when it was time to him to cum, I could see the furrowing of his brows, and the clinching of his lips, and I knew he was ready.

However, even as I felt warm stuff flowing inside me, I kept working. He liked that. He liked to feel my pussy sliding up and down even as he cum. I found different men made for different cummers. Some men liked it when you ground your pussy down, they wanted it as deep as possible as they cum. No movement, just deep inside your warm innards. Other men liked it on the surface. They liked to see the cum shoot in your hole, and being quite shallow, immediately leak out, leaving your pussy looking like a white mess. Of course, there were men that preferred to end it in the mouth. There weren’t as many of those in this world. In a world without pornography, men aren’t conditioned to expect every sexual encounter to end with a cumshot.

As I felt his hot seed inside me while I continued to ride up and down on his cock, I wasn’t worried about thoughts of pregnancy. While I wasn’t an army whore, there were army whore’s along for the ride in more ways than one. I was able to buy herb from them, and keep myself relatively risk-free. There was actually a couple hundred army followers, which consisted of craftsmen, blacksmiths, and others that supported the army.

It turned out the army ran on commerce. Soldiers were paid based on performing their duties. Armor, weapons, provisions, and food weren’t automatically provided. These were things that soldiers had to buy.  As to how I paid for my own, Typhon provided me a daily allowance. This allowance included buying enough food for him and myself. Any money left over after meeting all his needs I was allowed to spend on myself. To a normal woman, that’d mean I had barely enough to feed myself and stay clothed. However, I was no normal woman.

The army followers didn’t know about my reputation as Typhon’s slave nearly as much as his soldiers. So, they weren’t as cautious around me. My charm was considerably effective against them. After a few days, I had gained a skill, barter. Batting my eyelashes and giving a few smiles, I was able to meet Typhon’s personal needs easily. This left me some disposable income. I was the best-dressed slave in the camp, looking closer to a beloved concubine than a poor slave picked up at the last town.

Rumors had even spread around camp that Typhon was spoiling me too much. As for Typhon himself, he didn’t care. As long as I met his needs, I could spend the money however I wanted. If anything, he approved that a slave of his was the most glamorous in the camp. It was only suiting that the top general had the top woman.

“We’re done, you may leave.” Typhon suddenly spoke up.

Without a pause, I pulled up all the way, lifting myself off his cock. A little bit of white stuff started falling from my still gaping pussy, but I quickly caught with my hand before it dripped back onto Typhon’s wet dick. I immediately stepped off of him and bowed.

“As my lord commands,” I replied.

This was the way our relationship went. I’d pleasure Typhon until Typhon no longer wished to be pleasured. There was no climactic ending. No mind-blowing orgasm where we exploded in each other’s arms. I simply road him until he got bored of me, and then I stopped riding him. If I tried to stop before then, such as when he came… he probably wouldn’t have said anything, but his expression would have held some displeasure. Therefore, I gave the man exactly what he wanted.

“You may do as you please until dinner.” Typhon stood up, already turning away from me without another look.

His reactions were always dispassionate. He didn’t admire my naked body or grow excited looking at cum leaking down my legs. He finished, and now he was moving on to something else. Although he said I could do as I please, that meant I was free to do all of the chores he needed. That included preparing his meal for dinner, cleaning his clothing, picking up the tent, and various other little responsibilities that had added up when I became aware of it. Thus, my free time wasn’t as impressive as one may otherwise think.

“Master, I’ll be going to Fanreek now,” I announced, lowering my head in a bow.

Typhon stiffened for a bit but didn’t protest. Since he didn’t order me now, it must be approval. There were many intricacies to being a slave. Any not specifically rejected was allowed, except if you angered your master. You had to know your master inside and out and predict his needs, wants moods, and attitudes. In a way, he tolerated my meetings with Fanreek. They didn’t please him, but they didn’t displease him either. It was a fine line to walk, so I remained very open with when I went to his side.

Thud.

I raised my head, looking at an object that had landed at my feet. It was wrapped up in cloth, but it was undoubtedly a sword. More than that, it was a thinner sword that seemed more appropriate for a woman. I had been saving up money to commission a blacksmith to make me my own sword. It meant I hadn’t been eating much, However, rather than immediately grabbing it, I looked up at my master for confirmation.

“Take it,” Typhon responded, not looking at me as he spoke. “If you insist on continuing these sword lessons with that cranky, old instructor, you should use a sword that properly fits you. These last two weeks, your work has been what I might expect from a lifetime servant. You will do well to strengthen your body and your mind. I see you becoming an important figure in my household.”

I was almost dazed by these words. It was the closest thing to praise I had ever received from Typhon. It was much more than praise. It was complete and utter acceptance. It was a glowing recommendation given by my lord and master. I couldn’t help by brake into a smile and throw my arms around him. Typhon stiffened when he was suddenly hugged, but he didn’t push me away as I kissed him lovingly. It was truly a heartfelt show of appreciation, well, as heartfelt as one could expect from a woman like me. Had Typhon truly not wanted my affection, he could have pushed me away or dodged without losing a breath.

When I pulled away, Typhon had a weird expression on his face. It took me a second to realize that the strange upturned corners of his lips were actually the semblance of the smile. I bent over and grabbed the sword, pulling it out and admiring it. It was made of a decent material, I thought. Well, the sword was shiny and new looking. I had no clue what kind of metal it was made out of. The grip was way more comfortable than the swords I borrowed from Fanreek. The blade was thin and long. I was actually worried it might break against the broadswords. I could already tell this was a sword that took advantage of finesse and skill, not brute strength. I’d need to be very careful when learning how to use it.

“Master, I love you!” I gave Master another courtesy and a smile before I turned and raced out of the tent.

Running through the camp with my sword drawn quickly got me a few glares, so I rewrapped it as I made my way to Fanreek’s tent.

“Fanreek, I’ve come to play,” I said.

“Hmph!” An old gnarled man stepped out of the tent and snorted. “I see you finally afforded yourself a sword. At least that’s something.”

Fanreek was the old man I had spoken to my first day in camp. While he was old a ornery, he was also a skilled swordsman. He actually used to be the arm instructor for the army. He was technically retired, but he traveled with the army anyway. He said it was to make sure the new generation didn’t embarrass themselves, but he actually didn’t take on any new students. Well, except for me.

I had run into Fanreek a few times. We both frequented the whore tents quite a lot, so naturally, we had met quite a few times. I eventually learned he seemed to have some respect from the rest of the army, and when I found out he knew how to use the sword, I started pestering him. Last week, he officially started to train me to use the sword in our spare time. We had met up with the main army and were currently heading to the human border. I didn’t know the details, but these were supposed to be peace talks. Either way, the army moved slowly, and so they only traveled about eight hours a day. The other eight hours I was free to play around the camp when I wasn’t servicing my lord.

“Typhon bought it for me!” I said excitedly, pulling the sword out and showing him.

The man barely glanced at it and shrugged. “Your Master truly does favor you. You should be careful how much you spread your good grace around the camp. The other slaves will come to resent you.”

I sniffed. “I’ve done nothing but my duties. If the other slaves wanted better lives, they should work harder to obtain it.”

Fanreek shook his head at my selfish comment. “Even amongst slaves, I guess some people are just born better off. Your charm and beauty are going to get you in trouble if you become too full of yourself, woman. If you weren’t Typhon’s, I would have already given you a spanking myself.”

“If you wish to spank me, I’ll be happy to get it any time. However, can you use a paddle, your hands are a bit too soft to truly get me off!” I answered.

Fanreek’s eyes flashed. It was exactly these kinds of comments that had won Fanreek over. The gap between such an immaculate beauty pervertedly saying naughty things made him happy. Naturally, his lessons hurt me often, and he knew full well I was a masochist. Seeing me grow excited when he smacked my butt with his sword was a thrilling experience. In the end, Fanreek was a pervert, and he taught me the sword because it gave him a reason to interact with a pretty girl, to make her sexually excited and frustrated, and to joke lewdly. Basically, as long as I kept it fun for him, Fanreek would keep me around and teach me more.

“If you weren’t Typhon’s girl…” Fanreek sighed in regret for the hundreds time. “Come on then, let’s start, do your stances.”

Perhaps Fanreek was a bit of a masochist too, teasing himself constantly against a woman he couldn’t have. Worst of all, he knew I wouldn’t reject him if he pushed me down in another circumstance, which made it all the more maddening.

As he regretted his life choices, I started to go through the stances he had taught me. It was a combination of footwork and handwork. With a teacher, I was actually learning this stuff very quickly. I was already up to skill level 3 in the sword. Of course, the bare minimum of a soldier was 5, and there probably wasn’t a single man in camp who didn’t have a sword skill over 8, if not already in advanced sword technique. However, I was content with my progress.

What I didn’t see was the glint in Fanreek’s eyes. What I didn’t know was that Fanreek’s interest in me wasn’t simply skin deep.

“Too fast…” He muttered lightly, “She’s learning too fast.”

To reach a level three in swordsmanship in a week, something that would take a normal soldier a year, naturally this could be considered amazing. I still was ignorant of this world, and alongside Min, a prodigy in her own right, I had never realized how abnormal my abilities were.

“She’s dangerous… my lord. She could either be an instrumental help to our plans, or the worst thing the demon continent has ever seen. Only time will tell…”

“What is that?” I asked, glancing over Fanreek with a smile.

“Nothing, your stance is weak. Correct it.”

As Fanreek corrected my stance, I continued to go through the motions he taught me. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, Lord Typhon watched from a distance.

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“That’s her… that’s the love of my life,” Reginald said tightly, and then his face gave a little frown. “But now I’ve had a baby, although could you really say the baby’s mine?”

“!” For a second you became terrified the Reginald has realized the truth about his future child.

It takes you a moment to realize that he meant in some metaphorical sense. Since his wife was chosen by the king, and her loyalties are questionable, then a baby birthed by her, could he really call it a proper heir? It was psychological drivel like that. You honestly aren’t paying that much attention. You are just here to see your girls blow though the semi-finals.

You are both back in the stadium. King Gaston is also present, as is a beautiful woman at his side. She is an attractive woman, at a level where she could even join your harem as an older woman in her 30s. She has age to her, but also a maturity and queenliness that even Aurora can’t match. She is a woman used to authority, with large green eyes, a doll-like face, and curly lavender hair. That’s right, her hair is a light purple color you didn’t even know existed in this world.

She catches the eye of many of the men here, although with your gladiators near the side of the stage, she doesn’t make as much of an impact as she might have in the past. Many of your women have large breasts and wear more revealing clothing, so when it came to eye candy, she is lacking. The queen is regal, with barely A size boobs and an elaborate dress that hides most of her body.

“What’s her name?” you ask.

“Esmeralda…” Reginald said lovingly.

“Fuck!” You curse, causing Reginald to give you a questioning look. “Nothing… just a hunch.”

Esmeralda? Why did it have to be an Esmeralda. She’s not even a princess, she’s a gypsy! Maybe that’s enough? Well, either way, she is on the other side of the stage from you, and you have no plans to pursue her, so it’s all fine. Besides, even though Reginald is a bit of an ass, he’s been hosting you for nearly three weeks, shared his wife with you once willingly and a couple times unknowingly. Most of all, he’s probably going to be the guy raising you child… ahem… allegedly you mean. There is no proof it’s yours! Either way, you didn’t plan to NTR the guy.

Instead, you sit back and enjoy the semi-finals. With a couple drinks which you allow to affect you, it is actually a bit of fun watching your girls pile drive the greatest knights in the human realm into the ground. Snow White sent hers out in a coma! Rapunzel, no longer a virgin, also seems to be showboating, trying to impress you with her fighting prowess. You’ve already banged her, she’s joined the harem, so you wonder why she keeps wanting your attention. She’s a bit like Anna and Elsa in that regard. Perhaps she has low self-worth and thus needs to try to impress? Who knows.

When the semi-finals are over, you head back to the mansion and enter your room. You end up finding yourself spy- ahem… watching the fake Ariel as she swings and misses again sexually. The girl is growing quite frustrated now. You snicker as she finally succumbs to masturbating. Ariel pulls up her skirt and rubs hard, trying to get herself off. However, your spell holds true, and no matter how hard she rubs, she can never quite make it to orgasm. Finally, she succumbs to frustrated tears and ends up downing a bottle of wine until she passes out drunk.

With those important things out of the way, you consider what you’re going to do next. Perhaps you could go enjoy some teamworking exercises with your girls. Hmmm… what to do today?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by a sudden knock on the door. It isn’t fake Ariel and it isn’t any of the other girls in your harem. Perhaps one of the noble women have grown desperate or bold enough to come to your room? Well, you did sort of cut them off cold turkey after blowing up the city. It’s hard to look women in the eye after you disintegrated them in a fit of rage.

You stand up and walk over to the door, opening it and peaking outside.

“Eh?”

“Hello, you are the Lord of Riun, yes? Rumors of your exploits have traveled far and wide. I’m in need of your services. This is a royal request.”

You stare in silence, feeling a sinking sensation as you speak to her. “Uh? Request?”

“That’s right…” Esmeralda, Queen of the Great Empire, the most powerful woman in the human realm is standing in front of your door, “I need your cock inside me immediately! As the Queen, I order it!”

Well… if it’s an order…

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Another month went by, my relationship with mother becoming quite stable. If anything, mother’s affection for me seemed to grow with each sexual encounter. Soon, we were regularly having dates, which were just to say we had candle-lit dinners. At this point, it was impossible to hide our sexual escapades from the staff, and I received a few knowing glances from the maids, who at least understood my mother’s relationship with me wasn’t normal.

Mom even proposed that we could move our bedrooms together, connecting them with a door so we can more easily sleep together. I refused the notion. This didn’t have to do with any issue regarding mom. It had more to do with the fact I was still getting nightly visits from Madison. Madison turned sixteen and was now going to the academy. This seemed to take up a lot of her time, and thus her visits with me had slowed down significantly.

This was a blessing in surprise, because as Madison sucked me off less, mom wanted more and more of me, the lustfulness of a middle-aged MILF knowing no limits. This all came to a culmination when we had a close call where Madison nearly walked in on me having sex with mom. Fortunately, mom had installed a chain lock on the inside of my door to allow us some privacy. When Madison opened the door and it stopped short a crack, she grew confused and starting calling my name.

Mom jumped sky high, quickly pulling off my dick. Fortunately, the room was dark and Madison couldn’t see details inside the lite room. Mom ducked through an adjacent servant quarters in order to dodge Madison. With mom gone and me having grown some grey hairs, I finally unlocked and let Madison into my room. It naturally still smelled of sex, and my bed had several wet stains, but it was dark enough and Madison was inexperienced enough that she didn’t realize anything was amiss other than it smelled weird in my room.

Although, when she went to go down on me. “Why is it wet and sticky?”

I hadn’t had a chance to clean it off or dry it out, so naturally all of mom’s lust was still all over my cock. I ended up getting a lecture from Madison about hygiene and how if she was going to do this, then I needed to respect her. However, Madison still didn’t bother to clean it off when she started licking it clean, her brow furrowed from the weird taste that she had recognized on my cock in the past, but she was still way too inexperienced to realize the truth of the matter.

I breathed a sigh of relief once blowing my load inside Madison’s mouth and closing the door behind her. However, I hadn’t even taken a step away from the entrance when the servant door suddenly opened again and mom stepped out. I went white as I realized mom had been present through my entire blowjob. I had assumed she had taken off down the hall, but I guess she had wanted to return after Madison and I talked. Of course, she couldn’t have known Madison had wanted to suck me off and would stay a while, that is… until now.

“You… and Madison…” Mom’s face was expressionless, and my heart felt like it had been stabbed, I was so guilty.

“Ah… yeah…” I said sheepishly. “She… erm… wanted to do it after hearing I was raped… to… help…”

The words sounded hollow in my ears. I could only stand there and wait for my mom to explode, cursing me and storming out of the room. So, imagine my surprise when she suddenly burst into a smile.

“I’m glad to see you getting along so well with your sister.”

“Eh? Ge-getting along?” My voice broke as I sweated coldly.

Mom nodded, “You’d had such a distant relationship with them, I was afraid that there would be animosity between you guys, and that you wouldn’t help you sisters get citizenship. I’ll rest easier knowing that you’ll take care of them, even if you do it yourself.”

“Ah…” I understood mom’s logic, but I still had to ask. “So… so… mom’s not j-jealous?

Mom’s smile suddenly grew and she starting walking towards me with a flash in her eyes. “Oh, hoh, is that saying my boy wants mommy to be jealous? You naughty boy.”

“It’s not that! I just…” I turned my head, a bit of worry flashing in my eyes.

Mom, who could read my expressions best, nodded in understanding. “I love you, honey. I’m yours. My heart, and my body. That’s my decision. I won’t turn away from you just because you have other women. It would just be too selfish of me to keep you all to myself. I’m so much older than you… even if I kept you, it just wouldn’t be fair to you.”

“No, mom is young and beautiful!” I insisted, my words spoken with complete honesty.

Mom gave a smile. “Even if you think that now, you might not when we get older. Either way, you have responsibilities to the government, to your sisters, to many different people. I’m blessed to be able to have you all to myself right now, but I knew that time wouldn’t last forever. I do wish you would have trusted me enough to tell me about Madison earlier though. How long have you guys been having sex?”

“No… no sex. Just blowjobs. Mom is the only woman who has received my seed!”

“Ah!” Mom gave a surprised sound, but after a moment it was clear the words pleased her.

Even though she was okay with sharing, she was still human after all, and didn’t want any other woman to have me. Hearing that the relationship between me and Madison hadn’t progressed passed foreplay made mom very happy. That’s right, I called a blowjob foreplay. In this world where pregnancy was everything, only vaginal intercourse counted as real sex. Even anal sex was considered just foreplay!

“I’m sorry mom, I was just afraid of hurting you. I love you so much that I don’t want you to think bad of me.”

Mom embraced me at that moment, my head going into her boobs as she patted my head affectionately. “Ah… honey, I never would. You’re my everything. Even if you slept with both my daughters, I could only feel happy. However, if you pick up any more lovers in the future, you must tell mommy, okay?”

“O-okay…” I responded, my voice muffled in mom’s naked chest.

“So… um… honey…” Mom suddenly pulled me away, her voice turning serious and her face looking embarrassed. “Uh… who is… who’s… um… better…”

“?” I cocked my head, not understanding the question. “Better?”

“M-madison or I? Who gives better blowjobs?” Mom looked sheepish as she asked, not able to meet my eyes.

I let out a laugh. “AH… mom, hands down!”

Once again, this seemed to please mom. “V-very well, since you think so, do you think you can handle another go?”

With mom acting very cute, and one of my biggest secrets finally out, my cock quickly sprung to attention at those words. My previous cum in Madison’s mouth had been quick, what with my distraction from the uncomfortable situation. Thus, I still had more steam, which mom bulldozed as she got on her knees and showed the difference between an amateurish teenage and an experienced MILF.

“Mmm…mmm… tasty…” Mom muttered as she enjoyed my cock.

“Isn’t that your daughter’s saliva on my cock your tasting?” I asked wryly.

Mom stopped for a second, but then shrugged and kept going. Her admittance of being a pervert had pushed through a lot of her shame. Sucking my cock and tasting her own daughter’s saliva was rather mild compared to some of the naughty things she had done.

“You know, my dick was still wet with your pussy when Madison came over to give me the blowjob. She’s tasted your pussy on me a few times. She says she likes the taste.” I told her in a teasing voice.

Mom’s brow furrowed as she pulled the cock out of her mouth with a gasp. “Wh-what is my son trying to say about his sister?”

I shrugged. “Just that it might not be so bad if the pair of you grew closer.”

Although I meant it purely as a sexual innuendo, Mom’s expression clouded over, and while her hand worked my shaft, she gazed off in thought. “I-I’d really like that.”

My attempt to tease mom about having a threesome with her daughter backfired miserably. However, I was growing more interested in the concept. Since I had already conquered both women, and since mom was aware and accepted Madison, all it needed was a little bit more push, and I could have a mother and her daughter at the same time. Isn’t that the ultimate male fantasy? My mind truly drifted as I thought about having both women naked under me. The thoughts were too erotic along with mom’s expert strokes.

“AH! Honey, give a warning!” Mom shouted in surprise.

With her distracted by thoughts of fixing her relationship with her daughters, and me lost with thoughts of enjoying a relationship with her and her daughters, neither of us paid attention until I came. With mom on her knees stroking my cock, that meant I ended up cumming on mom’s face, even hitting her eye. She tsk’d in annoyance at failing to catch all the seed on her lips, and thus used her fingers to scoop all the seed into her mouth. It was very erotic watching mom do this, and my cock got erect once again.

Unfortunately, twice was my limit, and even after sticking inside of mom once she cleaned herself of my cum, I couldn’t keep it up for long. Once again, mom ended up patting me on my head as I sighed at my lack of sexual drive. Why couldn’t I go for hours until mom’s hips were sore like one of those guys in the novels? They were the lucky ones! I’d need to train myself, especially before sleeping with any women I wasn’t related to. Once I got out into the world, if I wanted women to fall in love with me, I needed to pleasure them better than they could pleasure themselves. Fortunately, I had a teacher.

“Eh, you want me to do what?” Mom was a bit surprised when I asked her.

I explained myself, and my desire to win other women’s love. Mom only nodded in understanding before giving me a kiss and a hug, snuggling against me contently.

“Of course, I will do so. I planned to teach you everything I knew about sex anyway, I just sort of forgot while enjoying myself.” Mom gave a silly look while sticking out her tongue. “However, before you head to academy, I’ll make sure you know everything about the female body and can last ten… no twenty minutes!”

The pair of us giggled and laughed as we held each other in bed, truly feeling loved as we caressed each other’s naked bodies without any shame or restraint.

Like that, that month went by with me enjoying mother with an occasional side of Madison. As far as Hannah, we hadn’t spent much time together since the video had been found. She kept to herself in her room most of the time. I had managed to corner her once, but I barely got past first base when our actions got inadvertently interrupted by a maid who came in to clean. I had considered just going to Hannah’s room and pushing her down on her own bed, but with my needs being met by two women, I wasn’t so sexually needy that I felt the overwhelming drive to add a third.

Plus, although Madison was busy, she still played watchdog, so the times I could make advances on Hannah were few. At least for Hannah’s part, she had not mentioned any of these advances to Madison, or Madison would have likely cut me off from her cute mouth. Hannah was actually busy preparing for the entrance exams to academy. So time with Hannah was very limited for various reasons.

It was about a month and a half after I had found the holotape on my birthday, my mom had gone out to fill out some forms. I had begged her to take me out with her, but I still was restricted to the mansion. Had my days not been filled with sex, I’d likely have gone stir crazy. Even still, I was getting sick of reading and I was looking for something to break up the monotony of this life.

I was lying on my bed, not reading the book in my hands as I stared blurrily at the page for ten minutes straight. That’s when a knock came at my door. Mom wouldn’t be back, Madison was at college, and the maid had already left lunch, so I didn’t really know who would be knocking like this. When I opened the door, my eyes widened in surprise. On the other side of the door was a maid afterall. Actually, it was Veris, my maid who had been out with a back problem that had stretched on for two months, all after I had offered to impregnate her and her daughter.

Veris was not wearing her maid outfit though. Instead, she was wearing a dress that ended pretty short. It was basically her street clothing, which I had never seen her in while she was at the mansion. I gestured to let Veris into my room, unsure about what this was all about.

“Veris? What’s up?” I asked.

“I-I’ve heard from some of the other maids that you and the mistress are… sleeping together?”

My eyebrow rose at those words. It wasn’t the fact that she knew was a surprise. Like I had said, all of the maids knew. However, it was also something no one would openly talk about. It was a family secret, and one the maids wouldn’t mention to anyone, at least if they wanted to keep their jobs. Well, apparently they gossiped among themselves. To so blatantly asked, it was truly bold.

“What my mom and I do in our own time is none of your concern…” I responded, my voice sounding a little colder than I wanted it too.

“O-of course, master!” Veris shook her head as if to say she wasn’t trying to pry. “I meant… that you… what you promised me two months ago, did you truly mean it?”

The sudden change in direction with her question cought me off guard. I actually didn’t understand what she meant for a moment. A little over two months ago, Veris had given me a hand job, and being quite horny, I had shamelessly hit on her. At the time, I was very wound up and thinking almost entirely with my dick. Now that I was in a steady relationship with mom, I had gotten my teenage hormones in check. Suffice it to say, even though Veris was pretty, I would probably not have said what I said back then otherwise.

Veris must have seen something from the look in my eyes and reached out and grabbed my arm. “B-because, master… if you’re serious, please let me take you up on your offer?”

“Huh? N-now?”

Veris gave a wry smile. “Mistress is out right now, so this must be the most appropriate time.”

I frowned a bit, not quite sure. I didn’t really need to have sex with her. Veris was merely pretty, but also a bit on the older side. Other than not having any relation to me, the sexual gain didn’t seem worth it. I especially didn’t want to do this behind mother’s back.

“Veris… as far as impregnating you…”

“Ah! That’s right!” Veris took a step back, her eyes looking frightened of rejection as she went back to the door. “The promise wasn’t just me, right?”

“Huh?”

Veris opened the door, and then reached out. She seemed to grab someone who was waiting just outside my door before dragging them in. The figure was cloaked, making my hackles rise. However, no sooner did they step in the room then did they lower their hood, revealing another pretty girl. Actually, I ended up looking back at Veris, then the other girl, and then back again. The familiarity was readily apparent.

“This is Nada. I told you about her. While she lost her virginity at 18, she wasn’t able to become pregnant. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

While Veris was forty years only, this girl had much softer skin and a greater youthfulness, perhaps being in her twenties. In truth, she didn’t look much younger than my mother. True… my mother was in her thirties, but she had a very youthful appearance that made her look to be only her twenties. Meanwhile, this woman was merely a twenty something woman. She had size C breasts, hair cropped at the neck, and narrow eyes. She curtsied to me as soon as she came in.

“Your… daughter?” I asked cautiously.

Veris nodded excitedly. “My daughter must absolutely become pregnant! Naturally, I thought of master. Since you’re already sexually activate and have been depositing inside mistress, then it should be no problem depositing it in my daughter, yes?”

“M-mom…” The girl looked away shyly, the act of Veris trying to sell her to me clearly embarrassing the woman. “He’s only thirteen, this is a little-“

“Oh, hush now!” Veris dismissed whatever her daughter was going to say. “He’s only been enjoying old ladies. You’re probably the closest woman to his age he’s ever been with!”

“Are you saying you want me to impregnate your daughter?” I asked.

“Of course, I want my daughter to be pregnant, but I also would like to have another as well. Is that too much for young master? Can you please fill both of our wombs with your cum?” Veris asked innocently.

Even though my performance with mom still hadn’t grown to the point where I could do tons, I could probably manage to cum twice at least. This was a matter of pride, after all. My eye brows could only rise as I started to grasp the situation. It was starting to look like I didn’t need to wait to bring Madison around before I could enjoy a threesome with a mother and her daughter. Without even trying, it had fallen right into my lap.

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Chapter 51

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Chapter 50

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“Owner, this body is yours to begin with, please enjoy it in whatever way you wish.” Rapunzel is kneeling, naked on your bed, with her butt up in the air. “Please, stick it in!”

Your eyes twitch as you look at the scene. “So… I just grab the tail… and go?”

“Mm!” Rapunzel declares excitedly.

However attractive Rapunzel’s body is, you just can’t get past the big bushy tail. Basically, there is no way to stick it in without the big hairy thing being pressed against your chest. It’s not like Elena, who can control her tail to some extent. Elena’s tail is short-haired and flexible, and feels soft like a stuffed animal. Meanwhile, Rapunzel’s tail is big and bushy. Admit it, if you pulled down a girls underwear and a giant fro exploded from her crotch, you’d hesitate. Well, this was a similar situation.

“Can we, I don’t know, do it from the front?” You offer.

Rapunzel shakes her head, “Ah… sorry Owner, but lying on my back makes my tail sore. So, please, take me from behind!”

Her tail seems to curl slightly, as if saying this gets her even more excited. Her reddish hair around her pussy starts to glisten with moisture, and it’s clear to see that she’s extremely excited over the prospect of losing her virginity. However, you still pause, because no matter how you look at it, you’re still fucking a squirrel, right? You mean, both figuratively and literally, this girl is a squirrel. It’s all hairy too. Sticking your dick in her would be a crime against nature, wouldn’t it?

“For the fans!” You mutter, knowing in your heart you’ve done worst things just to keep it interesting.

You grab Rapunzel’s tail, but it takes you two tries to get a grasp on the thing. It’s so fluffy that it’s difficult to find the base tail, which is more rat-like. Rapunzel’s butt shakes excitedly, and with a light yank you pull her tail lifting her fur patch so it’s perfectly lined up with your cock.

“Mmmm… ahh…. Owner…. Stick it in!” Rapunzel squeals.

Cthulhu suddenly bursts in the room and starts the end of the world. His massive tentacles flailing as he attacks…

“No…”

Wait… um… fake Ariel hatches an evil plan and…

“Nu uh…”

Plot?

“Nope, we’re doing this.”

Fuck, I’ve really trapped myself into writing a scene where I have to write sex with a squirrel, don’t I?

“Yup.”

Alright, fine, but if I’m writing this, I’m writing it in the most over-the-top Japanese ero novel way possible. It’s going to be the complete and utter filler nonsense that you guys seem to like in all those other novels.

“It’s what Pun would have wanted.”

“Uh, Owner, why are you sitting there talking to yourself?” Rapunzel asks worriedly.

“N-nothing! Just a brief psychotic break.”

“Oh…”

“Let’s begin!”

You spread open Rapunzel’s cheeks as her honey liquid leaks gratuitously from her lotus petal down her rich, pale, flushed thighs that exude a delicate warmth and feeling. You grope the soft, pale skin, feeling the elasticity against the palms of your hand, which provide a elegant mixture of both softness and firmness that feels particularly satisfying.

“Mm…aaahnn…nnaaaaaahhh…mmmm…nnn…nnnn. No, please!” Rapunzel makes incomprehensible noises as if she’s in extreme sexual lust, even though you’ve barely touched her ass, and she also starts protesting your touch, even though she just begged for it like a second ago.

You stick a long, pointy finger into her lustful melon hole, invading the rich depths of her inner body and penetrating her womb forcefully. Your finger slides into her wet insides, the feeling of her soft muscular walls pressing tightly against your moistening finger.

“Nnnn! Mmmmm! NNNAAAAAAAA!!!” Rapunzel lets out ecstatic cries, apparently so aroused by a single finger that she erupts in pleasure, becoming so excited she shakes. “MmmNNn, Nnfffuuuuuu!”

As Rapunzel speaks in tongues, you pull your finger out, scooping the clear syrup from inside her, your finger rubbing along the skin. You bring your finger to your mouth tasting her liquidity sugar, enjoying the taste and the smell of her lewd muddy liquids.

“D-don’t smell it…” Rapunzel responds, acting mortified even though seconds earlier she was completely shameless.

“I-I’m going to stick it in…” You respond like a nervous Japanese protagonist, even though this is like the millionth time you’ve had sex.

“No, you can’t!” Rapunzel protests in surprise, even though it makes no fucking sense when you think about it.

You take your thing that will never be referred to as a penis, we’ll call it your “mister”. You take your mister out of your pants. The massive thing explodes like volcano, causing the woman in front of your to audibly gulp. You immediately line it up with her lustful, sticky canal and then you stick it in her.

“Ahhh… NNnnn…. Ahhhnnnn… it’s… sliding… in!” Rapunzel says in complete surprise, like seriously, what the fuck did she think you are doing?

Her honey leaks out and covers your mister, which is now pushing into her womanly parts excitedly. Her inner muscles pulsate strongly against the mister, swelling around it welcomingly as it emerges inside her, invading the entrance to her womb space.

“I’m about to break… mm… mmm… mmm…mmm…. Mmmm… mmmbop… mmmity… mmmm… yeah… yeah… yeah… yeah.” Rapunzel announces.

You push your dick into her, breaking Rapunzel open as her honey, dyed a little pink, flows out freely like the mountain waters of some Daoist temple. You know the one.

“Agagagagaggagaga… NNnnn…. Mmmnnnngaaaa!” Rapunzel shouts as you violate her womb with your mister.

Soon, you start plowing her in strong aggressive piston movements. Your hands grab at her back thighs, while your dick churns muddy liquids from her honeyed path with each churn. Liquid leaks freely and you can smell the dirty scents of her muddy liquid, which mists out lewdly, filling the room with her honey, muddy, lewdy liquidity mists. Can you visualize that? Yeah, neither can I. But it make you hard as hell, doesn’t it?

“Don’t smell!” Rapunzel blushes shyly, even though you’re plowing her with rough piston movements in a position she willingly got in, she’s still acting shy and defensive.

“Hai!” You declare for some reason.

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

You make the sex noises, because of course the sound you hear when balls slap into a hot moist woman is of course Pan. Why do you think they call him Peter Pan? Sneaking into teenager Windy’s room and looking for his shadow? Yeah, right. He was looking for tail. He was using his peter to give her the pan. I’d joke about how he banged Tinker Bell too, but considering the nomenclature in this novel she might end up joining your harem soon, I think, and then you might start whining about NTR again. But I digress…

Oh, look over here, Rapunzel is making more nonsensical noises, let’s spell those out!

“Ahhhhnnn… sooo deep… mmmm…  nnnn… nananananananananananana batman!”

Your piston movements keep taking her aggressively, your hands continue to grope the back of her thighs, and your dick churns her muddy liquids from the honeyed path with each churn. Liquid leaks freely and you can taste the muddy liquid on the tip of your tongue it is so thick. Oh, I’m sorry, did that sound too much like a previous paragraph I just had? Well, get used to it, we’re just going to be repeating variations of it for a while now.

“Mmm… aaaaahhnnn… laaaa…I’m gowing cwazy!” Rapunzel screams cutely.

Your piston movements are so pistony and her honeyed parts are so slick and filled with honey and did I mention that your movements are like a piston and that she’s leaking like all kinds of sweet nectar, and don’t even get me started on her muddied insides, which are leaking out. What is leaking from where? Who the fuck cares! She’s leaky as hell!

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

“Rah, ah, ah, ah, ah… Gaga… ooo.. lala… C-c-cumming!” Rapunzel screams out like an emaciated Chinese factory worker.

Your continue your piston movements, grinding your mister deep in her womb as she releases even more honeyed fluids which are somehow distinctly different from all the other honey fluids leaking out of her before. This time she’s cumming gobs of sweet hot honeyed liquid! You continue to grab onto her backside, forcing your mister deep inside her misses.

The feel of her muscular contractions satisfies your mister greatly, providing you an intense and satisfying pleasure that blazes like a thousand suns bursting from your loins and on through her muddied waters and exploding through her erotic moaning body. The intensity is like so intense, you guys, you can’t even imagine how intense and lewd and sexy this shit is. Imagine the best sex you ever had. It’s even better, you guys.

“I hope I don’t get pregnant!” She declares for some reason, even though any of your harem girls would happily have your child.

“Hoho… you better be careful, you might!” You tease her darkly while your thighs are still piston moving-like.

Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan! Pan!

You continue to jackhammer Rapunzel with your mister until her fluids are dripping and your mister is covered in syrupy liquid and smells rich of Rapunzel’s own honeyed fluids.

“Ah…mmmm… nnnn… ahhh…. Nnn… mmmm… nnn… aaaaannnn…. Nnaaaaa…” Rapunzel responds as you continue to violate her with your mister.

“I’m going to cum in your womb!” You declare darkly, your eyes muddied and dark and also dark and also muddy, but definitely with a dark malevolent glint in your eye that suggests you might not have Rapunzel’s best interests at all because your a rebel and a badass. Yeah you are, look at you having unprotected sex with a virgin squirrel girl, your the coolest and most badass person in this story, rejoice in your own adherent wish fulfillment.

“No, please don’t!” Rapunzel looks back tearfully, because it’s always hot to see girls cry when you fuck them?

“I will!”

“You better not!”

“I’m doing it!”

“Nu uh!”

“Uh huh!”

Your mister releases a white hot sludge of stuff deep inside Rapunzel’s womb. It muddies her insides, but even muddier and more dirty than before as they fill with warm sticky fluid which then muddies with her clear honeyed fluid until her pussy is a dirty dirty mess.

“Nnnn… ahhh… nnnn… mmmm… maaaaaa…. I feel it… inside! I’m getting pregnant, but not really!”

You continue to move in great big piston movements.

Pan! Pan! Pan!

Her muddied liquids gush out from inside and she leaks out honey as you pan pan her with your big mister. Finally, the pair of you recover from that long scene of meaningless sex noises and nonsense verbs.

“Did you like my mister?” You ask.

Rapunzel nods her head exhausted.” I do!”

“Then, it’s about time you meet his friend!”

“!?”

“His name is mister fister!” You pull up your fist.

Rapunzel faints.

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The start of a new volume: Flame and Trial

Chapter 49

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“I-I thought I invited you to come to my chamber last night!” fake Ariel corners a noble and says with a cute pout that is intended to be seductive.

“Ah… yes… of course!” The noble responds nervously. “But then… well, my wife wouldn’t let me leave!”

“Y-your wife?”

“She… uh… well, I found out she was pregnant… and lately she looks like she did ten years ago. Plus, she’s been ravenous lately. So, naturally, I was inclined to give my wife some much needed attention.”

“You… well… how about tonight?” fake Ariel demands.

“Well. To be honest, my wife…” The noble shrugs. “Sorry! It’s not you, it’s me. I appreciate the offer, but things are going pretty well with my wife and I right now.”

The noble takes off in a half run before the fake Ariel could chase after him. She crosses her arms under her chest and makes an annoyed tsk.

“Hey baby, if you’re that hungry, I got something here for you!” A nearby guard says quite lewdly while grabbing his crotch.

This guard is actually fairly new, and after seeing all the shenanigans the nobles got up to, he had formed some fantasies of his own. Seeing the desperate Ariel had emboldened him to act. He could have been considered quite lucky. Had he acted this way around most nobles, he’d have been just as likely to be hanged as fucked.

“To think, I have to resort to the help to get some!” fake Ariel pouts. “Very well, let us go!”

“Yeah?” The guy immediately grows very excited, realizing that he had the chance to fuck a princess.

The guys at the adventurer’s guild he used to work would never believe this. He decided that he would keep her soiled panties as a reward. This guy’s luck is simply too good. She grabs him and starts to push him into a room. He immediately starts working on taking off his belt. This is shaping up to be the greatest day of his life.

Grrroooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaalllllllllll…

His face suddenly stops as his stomach groans loudly. His legs tighten and he gives the fake Ariel a pitiful look.

“What is it?” The fake Ariel demands, clearly trying to get him to continue to remove his clothing.

“I… uh… gotta go!” The man immediately shoves passed the surprised Ariel and runs out of the room.

He b-lined for the closest bathroom while holding his ass. His stomach is still making noise like a dying whale. His once in a lifetime chance with a princess is destroyed by a sudden onslaught of explosive diarrhea. Fake Ariel only waits for a few minutes before snorting and walking away, still looking aggravated and unfulfilled.

“Are you listening to me, owner!”

“Hah?” You finally pull back from your totally not spying on people magic. “You’re talking?

“Owner… I was telling you all the things I’ve been doing. I have information on all of the future gladiators for this next round as well as their weaknesses. I discovered six plots, two which were aimed at Riun, which I stopped through clever espionage. I even helped get that stupid sex toy proper permissions to be in the mansion after she almost caused a national incident! Why you’d use it to do your spy work instead of me is beyond me. On that note, I found the identity of this fake. You won’t believe this… it’s actually-“

“Cinderella, yes, I know.”

“!?”

“It’s a name that starts with C. Known by Grimhilde. She is vengeful towards humans, I mean, she is a vengeful spirit, and having been raped and murdered by nobles, she’d naturally be against them. She has no distinct appearance as a ghost, but would naturally have the sex drive that the fake Ariel exudes.”

“…” Rapunzel was completely speechless.

“Yes, I know it’s Cruella.”

“Oh, thank Pun!” Rapunzel lets out a breath of relief. “I really thought for a second you were going to send this story in that direction.”

“You and a lot of people, but no, the obvious person is obvious.” you explain. “I mean, it wasn’t even like it was a secret, really. If I made this NTR-like stuff suspenseful or kept the plot meaningful I’d only have people having a fit like they are with Gaia’s story. Bunch of freaking babies.”

“What was that, owner?”

“Oh, nothing. On that note, why are you telling me all this stuff and looking at me like that?”

“Ah? Owner, haven’t I done good?”

“If by good you mean conveniently closing up plot holes and providing blatant exposition, then I suppose you’ve done your purpose…” You respond wryly.

“Then… owner… perhaps… Could you give this squirrel an award?”

“Eh? A squirrel award? You mean, like some nuts?”

Rapunzel looks down at your crotch. “Well… in manner of speaking.”

“Alright, let’s do this!” You give her a thumbs up.

“Yes!” Rapunzel looks at you excitedly.

“Next chapter!”

“Ahhhh…”

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