Chapter 22

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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?

 

 

Chapter 21

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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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“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.

 

Chapter 20

Chapter 19

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Of course, your harem is your harem, and you’re not willing to share. Your first inclination is to immediately refuse him, but as you see Tiana trying her hardest, you realize that it’s probably a bad idea to burn any bridges. Of course, you’re curious about his wife too.

To some extent, the swinging lifestyle is sort of a curiosity. To be honest, every girl in your harem is a virgin or near virgin. This leaves little room for “mature” women. Even Medusa has only known the touch of a handful of men. This means it’d be nice to taste a woman who’s had practice. This might be your first chance to enjoy a mature and experienced pussy.

“So, you envy Merida’s boobs, huh?” You ask.

“Oh, yes. They’re giant! Yeah, the dragon also has big boobs, but to be honest, the rest of your harem intimidate me. I’d have offered to enjoy your demi-human, but she revealed she is a virgin, I wouldn’t so presumptuous to try to steal the honor from you. As to how you convinced a demi-human to beg for sex, I’ll never know. Most of the nobles with concubine demi-humans have to enslave them to gain obedience.” Suddenly, Reginald looks flustered. “Not that I’d ever do that myself. If I’m so curious about sex, I naturally have other avenues to explore.”

Yeah… like banging my demi-humans. You think wryly.

“And your wife… is good with it?” You ask.

“Oh, you’re worried my wife won’t hold up. Believe me, she can be quite wild in the sack.” Reginald reassures me. “So, are you in? If you’re interested, I can see about some of the other men here too. We can have a taste of all of each other’s wives. It’s… how do you say it… a bonding exercise.”

“Hmph…” You nod, suddenly understanding why the King who summoned you kept Aurora so sheltered.

Had he brought her along as his wife to all of these events, then he’d likely be pushed into sharing her with everyone else. Suddenly, you find yourself thankful to that King, for keeping Aurora the thirsty bitch that she is. As far as your current problem, the solution is quite easy…

“My warriors need to stay in tiptop shape, but if it’s boobs you like, then I have a concubine on my boat that more than makes up for it. Her boobs are the biggest of any of them and she’s also got a gentle personality. You interested?”

Reginald’s eyes brightened. If the women you were willing to show were this hot, then the concubines you kept behind closed doors had to be even hotter! This was the thought process going through this man. As to who you are talking about, it is naturally just one of your sex dolls. Running through the mental catalogue, you summon one over that met the description. A goblin private was balls deep in her, slapping her ass and riding her bent over while her titties flopped back and forth when suddenly he was fucking air. He fell to his knees, his dick still wet with pussy juice and flopping all around.

He immediately looked around until he saw another servant girl / sex doll walking by. She was very pregnant, about to pop with little goblin babies, but the horny goblin private didn’t think anything of pushing this one to the ground and fucking her. As per her programming, the sex doll bent over, spread her cheeks, and took his cock without resistance.

Meanwhile, back at the mansion, you and Reginald shook hands, solidifying the deal. You promised you’d send her to his room tonight, and Reginald skipped away excitedly, unaware he was exchanging his wife for extremely overused goblin fodder. Meanwhile, you eye the tempting piece of ass that you rented out a goblin sex doll for.

She has brown hair, unlike Tiana. She looks to be in her thirties. She is neither youthful, nor old. She is beautiful, but only beautiful in the way all the women of Riun are beautiful. Make no mistake, the Riun women are all beautiful women, and this noble, despite her age, is enough to turn many eyes. Personally, you think Reginald is an idiot for sharing such an illustrious beauty. However, even she didn’t have that slight extra oomph that turned her into one of the extraordinarily fuckably exotic girls that make up your harem. In essence, she’s purely a booty call to shake things up for once.

Tiana isn’t naïve when it comes to the depravity of nobles. In fact, it is her knowledge on this sort of depravity that led her to allowing herself to be freely violated. Compared to some of the sex acts of nobles, Reginald’s wife swapping scheme could be considered light. From torturing and raping slaves to hardcore BDSM, anything goes when you are in charge. Thus, when she saw you walk over to Reginald’s wife after shaking Reginald’s hand, she already has a good idea of what you are off to do. However, it is also a noble ladies duty to facilitate her man’s debauchery, so she helps distract everyone while you slip out the back with Reginald’s wife in hand. Tiana is surely a first-rate noble woman, of course that’s only first among debauchees.

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Another Ero Image Out. This comes from Chapter 26.

In Color

 

 

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“Have you ever tasted a meal as wonderful as this?” Reginald preens at the dinner table.

“It truly is splendid!” Another stuffy dignitary responds.

“Quite!” A third bootlicker speaks up.

“Is this noble trying to make a joke of us?” Snow White whispers angrily towards Merida.

Merida gives a helpless shrug. “This is considered fine cuisine here. They don’t have access to as many spices as Riun does. Since we sit in the middle of the three realms, we can import products from all sorts of places. Simply having salt and pepper is considered a delicacy here.”

Snow White frowns as she goes to take another bite. She gives a sigh. It is just cooked meat. Although this isn’t a particularly bad meal, even the goblin queen has grown a bit posh on the meals Jasmine cooks using the modern kitchen and ingredients you have summoned. That’s not even to mention the treats you occasionally provide, such as ice cream and chocolate. Snow White personally likes chocolate the most, but the other girls complain she is too messy with it. Ariel had to clean her up on more than one occasion, although Snow White never understood why it is customary for chocolate to be cleaned up with her tongue.

You decide to do them a favor, flicking your finger to enhance the taste of the meals. The somewhat dried meat became fresh and moist. You didn’t really know every girl’s specific tastes, so the spell more generically improves everything. When Snow White takes the next bite, her eyes lite up. Of course, none of the girls are fools, and they notice you waving your hand. Snow White gives you a proud look, raising her chin as if her lover being able to change the consistency of steak is as expected. However, she also wears a small imperceptible smile, clearly pleased by your actions.

The other girls make exclamations of surprise too as they dig into their meals, now magically enhanced. This put an even more pleased look on Reginald’s face, seeing that the meals are impressing these barbarically beautiful women. You decide to ignore his peacock pruning behavior.

It is pretty clear that Reginald is a major showoff. He likes to display his wealth, power, and advantage. However, he is surprisingly not mean spirited about it. His desire to show these things seem to come from a desire to impress, not demean. You didn’t know what exactly it is, but something about his eyes just seem like he is desperate for praise.

“So, our last guest is actually the King of the former boarder kingdom. That is, of course, if your state establishes its kingdom.” Reginald went on. “He had some maters to attend to, so he won’t be here tonight.”

Merida stiffens for a second, but relaxes when he says the king won’t be here. It didn’t take a genius to guess the border king is in fact the king who had summoned you to this world. Ariel’s father and Aurora’s husband would be staying at this mansion as well. You knew you were going to end up facing him, you just never expected it to be so soon. At the very least, you hope that your existence would goes unnoticed. You really don’t know how well the magic held. It was still early on before you had practiced your magic, and a lot of your magic had unintended consequences.

“The border king didn’t bring any gladiators?”

Reginald let out a little laugh. “Yes, that’s true. Usually, only border kingdoms bring gladiators, and with the Outlands gaining an army, he may no longer need to worry about these things. However, his country will be hurt heavily by losing the Great Kingdom’s support. Therefore, as it turns out, he’s providing something else for the competition this time. I haven’t heard what it is, but it’s supposed to be a large boon. He’s providing an award for the border kingdom who wins.”

“Is that so…” You respond nonchalantly, not really caring all that much.

After the meal, you end up having to convene in a room for after-dinner drinks. All the girls except Tiana leave to the rooms, and Tiana insists that you have to attend this thing or risk insulting all of the nobles. You aren’t really feeling like it, so you mostly stand in a corner, drinking some alcohol. As to the alcohol, you don’t care to drink their stuff so you just summon whatever you like into your glass and enjoy. You even lower your inhibition a bit to simulate the warming effects of alcohol. Not drunk, but not completely sober either.

Most of the nobles group together and speak excitedly about which border country will win the competition. For those not participating, this seems to be more like a gambling event. You didn’t hear anyone put any confidence in the Outlands. Your advance hearing catches everything in the room, and most of the nobles feel that you won’t even be able to obtain the right to exist as a country, which is probably why none of them spare you any glances.

Meanwhile, Tiana puts on the social face for you. For a few seconds, you even think of doing something nice for Tiana. Her performance is really helpful here. She speaks with many of the other female nobles, and most of them seem rather impressed. None of these women appear to know that Tiana is a human noble to begin with. As a result, they only see her as an outland barbarian. Suffice it to say, when your expectations are that low, anything could be a pleasant surprise. As a matter of circumstance, Tiana is treated better as a foreign Outlander noble than she ever was as a standard half-elf human noble.

“So, how was your first day in the city, I hope it showed you some interesting things?” Reginald stats casually.

He has snuck up on you while you are listening to the other women. You put on a fake smile and give a nod.

“Yes, I think it’ll definitely be advantageous to establish trade routes with the Great Kingdom.” I respond simply.

This puts a big smile on Reginald’s face. In truth, this is what he is looking to hear. His responsibility regarding you has of course been to show you all the Great Kingdom had to offer. Food and finery… in order to get you to open trades and create an import/export situation with the Great Kingdom. Even if you are barbarians, your proximity to the demon world meant you were the only place humans could gain some rare and expensive things, especially since the jewel trade between Grimhilde’s country and the border countries collapsed. Whether they acknowledge you as a country or not, the important goal of the Great Empire in inviting you is to establish a trading agreement.

“Well, we can discuss business at some other time. Tonight, I’d rather speak of… pleasantries…” Reginald went on.

“Pleasantries?”

“Yes… it is… a bit of a custom, in certain circles of the nobles here… and I thought you might be interested in taking part.” Reginald speaks in a whisper, his face taking on a light smile.

At a loss of how to respond, you can only say, “What do you have in mind?”

Reginald laughs like you said something funny. “Hah… of course… you’ve seen my wife, haven’t you? Is she not beautiful?”

The person he gestures towards is the woman who sat next to him at dinner. She is extremely quiet, prim, and proper. She has the same kind of delicateness of Tiana, without the underlying nasty mouth… or so you thought by appearance.

“Are you… offering me your wife?” You respond with confusion.

“Hah, well, of course!” He responds, looking like a cat who just caught a mouse. “But, naturally… I’d need a fair exchange in return.”

“Exchange!” You hiss, but Reginald doesn’t see the look on your face as he continues.

“Of course, Tiana is quite beautiful, she’s a lot like my wife in many respects. Tall, willowy, fair in skin. However, if you don’t want to see your main with another, I’d understand. I’m amendable to one of your… warriors. I gave you much face by allowing them to eat with us, so I hope you will show me the same. Specifically, that Merida interests me greatly. She looks so gentle and soft, and her boobs or so big. You know the biggest I’ve enjoyed is only a D? I’d love to sleep in those pillows. What do you say? Feel like a trade?”

What the fu…

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Chapter 18

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