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After lustfully crippling the demon lord Medusa, one pussy at a time is no longer enough. Your breath becomes haggard and uneven. Your eyes dilate as you watch over the wall of pussies on high. You are their king! All of these pussies are yours, and you will have your fill of every one of them! One at a time? Hah! You demanded more!

Waving your hand, the next three women are shifted in the wall. You don’t break through the illusion that was set up by Medusa, however, the holes, and the attach butts are moved into a new position of your choosing. You carefully make sure as to not hurt the women behind those asses, but at the same time you aren’t gentle in rearranging them either. You stack the next three women on top of each other while turning them over to the front, tilting their hips in the air so that their pussies are even more exposed.

Using invisible restraints, you pull their legs apart and spreading them in a V against the wall, essentially creating a pile of three pussies lined up in a row, or three stacked vertical V’s. You immediately slide your dick into the bottom pussy, which unlike the resistant demon sisters, takes your cock gleefully. This was a girl who was begging to be fucked, so you obliged without restraint. While you penetrated the girl on the bottom, your mouth found the woman on top. As to the woman in the middle, your fingers ran down her thighs which were now pressed against the wall and spread open, and immediately began to play with her cunt.

The woman who accepted your cock turned out to be a virgin. You dick came out red as you broke through a hymen that had been begging to be broken. She was very tight. Although she didn’t possess the “micropussy” of Maleficant, it was clear she was unused to being violated. She was also very wet, which meant she was someone deeply aroused by your penis and being fucked by you.

As to any other details, those were something you’d bother with later. Other than that her pussy was tight and that she was a virgin, you couldn’t tell her dimensions at all with just your penis. Your hands were already too busy with another pussy while your mouth tasted a third. You vaguely considered that the virgins in your harem are Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, and Jasmine. You are almost certainly engaging in incest, underage boning, or bestiality, and you can’t even bring yourself to care anymore, because it just feels too wonderful!

Are you fucking your daughter? Are you eating out a tiny? Who cares? All these women are yours, and you’ll taste them all! The virgin under you will taste your seed and become the next woman to have your child! Then you’ll impregnate the woman you’re fingering right now. Then you’ll impregnate the pussy in your mouth. You’ll impregnate them all!

The taste, the feel, the smell… all of these pussies! You just can’t get enough! Your hips move harder and harder, giving the virgin woman no mercy as you claim her pussy as your own. Vaguely, you get a feel for the middle pussy. Tight and small, it clearly belongs to a tiny girl. You can feel the lack of any pubic hair. The pussy in your mouth is more worldly. She’s a woman who has been widened by your cock many times. She’s still tight, youthful, and pert, but also very versatile with her pussy. In fact, she seems to use kegels to squeeze against your tongue, squeezing herself to enhance her own pleasure and your enjoyment too. Your expanded tongue penetrates deep inside her, getting a good taste, and you realize your recognize this women easily when you consider it.

Of course, this is Ariel, who has had your cock many times and knows just how you like it. You wouldn’t mistake that taste or scent anywhere. It is flowery and rich, a scent only your bitch gives off. It is a scent that reveals the lewdness of her inner nature mixed with her background as a princess. It was both eloquent and dignified while slutty and erotic. You ate your bitch’s snatch while you pounded a virgin and fingered a tiny, thus going for a trifecta of entertainment.

Your load erupts deep inside the virgin’s pussy. Laced with your magic, it was an instant KU. Which, rather than a knockout, it means that she is instantly knocked up. You made sure the baby batter is delivered in massive quantities, each spurt of cum bursting out of her fuckhole and leaking down the wall. Had you fucked Ariel’s pussy first, the runoff of semen would have instantly impregnated the girls under her, creating a pregnancy train. Perhaps that is what you should do with your next cumshot? How about you line them up, all ten remaining women, and as you creampie the top, let it run down each woman in turn. Of course, there would be no transferring of powers or anything like last time. These babies will be normal, and they won’t look alike.

You pull out of the freshly impregnated former virgin and adjusting your height slightly, now aim for the tiny. It is time to make baby number 2! All you have to do is-

A force suddenly slams into your back. The first feeling you get are hard erect nipples which are pressed against your back, and then two pale white arms that are wrapping around your body. A head is pressed against you back, and you look back in confusion until you realize it is Medusa who is hugging you as tightly as possible, her face pressing against you. There is also a dampness forming against your back, and you realize she is crying again.

However, it isn’t the tears of sexual satisfaction and pure bliss like before, but frustration and worry. Your ears finally start to work again and you realize she is muttering something while pressed against your back.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… that’s enough. Please, come back to me.”

You shake your head in confusion as you mind started to focus again, . Your cock, having just expelled numerous loads into the pussy under you finally starts to soften, the moment having been dispelled by the desperation of the woman behind you. Her thin, colorful snake-like tail is wrapped around your waist from behind, her body pressed desperately against your own.

What you had been doing for the last couple of minutes suddenly starts to dawn on you. It isn’t necessarily bad, but it isn’t necessary good either. It is like… you had lost all control. Your mind had gone on an extreme tangent, and you had gotten lost in the consumption and lust of the moment.

Nothing you did was too regrettable or outside the realm of what you’d do any day, but most of your actions in the past, even when spontaneous, were grounded in your own particular brand of reason. For a bit, you started to lose all reason, and Medusa must have picked up on that. Now, you had made one of your newest harem members cry while you unreservedly fucked the others without care.

This… wasn’t your way. Yeah, you used your girls as fuck toys. You’d rape, impregnant, or enjoy them to every extent regardless of their permission. However, they weren’t “faceless” fuck toys. One pussy was not equal to another. Every girl had her own identity. You always cared which girl got what, and it mattered who was who. You wouldn’t just impregnate every one, or fuck them all indiscriminately. They aren’t just a lineup of pussies. They’re your women, your harem.

First, you had suddenly become overwhelm with an insatiable desire to have your harem, unwilling or unable to stop from enjoying as many as you could take. Then, as if a switch was triggered in your mind, all you could think about was fucking and impregnating as many women as possible.

You turn around slowly, still in Medusa’s embrace, her tail still tightly wrapped around you like she was desperately trying to hold you back but allowing just enough room for you to twist in her grasp. You didn’t know how long she had been there before you noticed, but in the end, you noticed… and you noticed because it was Medusa. You slowly raise the woman’s chin. She’s slightly sniffling as she can’t hide the emotions in her face. You had thought this woman was a conniving vixen without loyalty? You even felt jealousy over her former lovers? No, she belongs to you. They all belong to you.

You raise her face up and give her a gentle kiss. It isn’t lustful. It isn’t erotic. It is a little salty from her tears. However, it says more than any other kiss ever could. It says, ‘always be mine’. Medusa melts into you, giving herself to you without reservation. Without even knowing it, you conquered lust.

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I pulled out a hand full of herbs, stuffing them in my mouth and chewing it akin to chewing tobacco as I waited for Peers to return. After chewing for a few minutes and sucking out the juices to swallow, I spit the rest out in a bin. This was the best method of birth control I had access to at the moment. “The herb” as it was called is used by most women who wished to prevent themselves from becoming pregnant. It was this world’s version of the pill.

There is also a magical enchantment in this world, but it involved going to a church. The enchantment lasted for roughly one month. I had sought out a birth control enchanted item, but alas I had never heard of one. I never was able to ask Sandor and Pratter if they could make something like that, but the second-rate enchanters I’d met on the way from the human continent to the demon continent seemed unable to manage something like it. I’d imagine it’d be pretty common if it existed at all.

I was always looking for an alternative though, as I wasn’t fond of the current type. Such as when I was captured by the slavers, I had been off the herb for a while. I could have become pregnant during those sexual encounters or even the ones I faced with Peers. Peers said it was impossible for a Cambion to impregnate a human woman when he was gathering life, but the unique skill Fusion that had regrettably been granted to me with my class up made me deeply nervous of any unprotected sex.

So, even though the herb had negative connotations, often being associated with this world’s sex worker trade to the point the herb’s unique flowery scent on a woman was virtually a scarlet letter that marked her as ‘easy’, I had chosen to take it regularly. Unlike a world with medicine, the herb had no particular dose, and drinking it as a tea was considered ineffective. Thus, I had to chew the herb and spit. It reminded me of my great uncle, who used to chew tobacco before he ended up having half of a jaw removed. It was one more reason I generally disliked the herb. It’s just… I liked sex more. So, the herb was one of the many requests I had made on the list for potion making, even though it was for my own personal gratification. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

Peers poked his head inside my tent after I finished rinsing my mouth out with salt water and what I was pretty sure was baking soda to remove the herb’s distinct smell. As I wiped my face, triggering the immaculate spell just in case, I glanced up eagerly at Peers. After a second he gave a light nod, and I broke into a smile, running up to him.

“You convinced them?” I tried to confirm, waiting for a nod before continuing. “You’re the best!”

I wrapped my arms around Peers and kissed him thoroughly. It was a passionate kiss, and if I had been in my bedroom instead of the lab, I might have pulled him on my bed for a quickie before we left. Instead, I pulled away and blushed as he made a regretful sigh. Then I turned to leave the tent, grabbing his hand as I went. This news was exciting for more than just getting my equipment upgraded. Other than my tent room and my lab which sat right next to each other, I hadn’t been out of the tent for more than a few minutes and hadn’t seen any of the rest of the Cambion colony.

It only consisted of the sixty people, so I didn’t think there was much to see, but even a third tent would break up the monotony of seeing the same things every day. Once we left the tent with myself in the lead, I immediately realized I had no clue which direction this enchanter was. Peers gave me a wry look as he passed me and took the lead. I followed behind, my excitement only slightly diminished for the moment.

As I suspected, the distance wasn’t far, and the tent we came to was no more remarkable than my own tent. Peers poked his head in and made a quick greeting and I quickly followed in behind him.

“So, Peers, this is the human woman we’ve taken on as our guest recently. I see she is as beautiful as the rumors have suggested.”

My mouth fell open the second I walked into the tent. For whatever reason, I had certain expectations when I considered the “enchanter” of this colony. I imagined someone like Reinhart. They’d be more haggard, with a sense of maturity and knowledge in their eyes. It certainly would have been an older man who had experienced much of the world. Rather, the person I saw didn’t look much older than Peers. Like Peers, he was incredibly attractive, with a fine physique and soft lips.

I shot Peers a look and breathed easy that he had been looking in another direction when I first saw the enchanter. I feared my eyes might have betrayed some arousal towards this man. The Cambion policy of one sexual partner per foodstock strangely had ingrained itself into their entire culture. As a result, despite being sex demons, the Cambions were perhaps the most monogamous group of creatures I had ever met. The idea of cheating on your mate was unheard of. Those that fed not only fed on one target until death, they refused to have any emotional relationships with any other Cambions for the duration of being a feeder.

During one of Peers stories, he had suggested that when the colonies were larger in size, there had even been periods of prejudice where feeders were considered the lowest forms of Cambions exactly because of their tendency to have multiple sex partners. Even if every sex partner lived a couple years, and they only had 2-3 their entire life, they might find themselves rejected by the monogamous nonfeeders. At least, that might have been the case if the population of Cambions wasn’t so dangerously low.

The end result of this was that Peers had been designated not simply as my assistant, my guardian, and my watcher, but also my life partner. Of course, for him, this was a blessing. He could be useful to the colony without continuing the acts as a feeder. As feeding still held slight negative connotations, it would seem like everyone struggled to find a useful job within the colony, and only if they failed to make themselves useful enough were they given feeder jobs.

Furthermore, while I hadn’t been told this directly, if I were start chasing after other Cambions, it would create quite a scandal. Even the sultry seductress herself Mary only every maintained a flirtish atmosphere. I might have been less enthused had I known her for what she actually was, a complete cocktease! Therefore, one couldn’t blame me for worrying if Peers caught me looking at another man.

Someone who knew me poorly might think I was disheartened to find myself in a monogamous relationship amongst a colony of top-tier beauties. While the rewords I obtained for polygamous relations in the way of experience bonus would be missed, the truth was that the colony provided safety for me. I didn’t need to get any more powerful as long as I could remain here safely. So what if my levels stagnated? The idea of becoming a hero died with Min.

In truth, when Peers absorbed lifeforce from me, the act created a euphoric druglike feeling, and when I absorbed back, it created a loop of pure sexual bliss. That’s to say my sex life was very satisfying, thank you very much, and I had very few qualms about remaining with Peers for a long time. In another life, I might have even been happy being with Denova the bandit king had he not turned out to be such a sociopath, so of course I could find happiness here with Peers. My eyes might occasionally wander but I had no plan to “cheat” on him.

It isn’t like I’m beyond regrets. Part of me wishes I could make more of a difference, but I believed I could make a deference to the sixty beings here. I could help revive a species that is near extinction, and even if the demons and humans will never love me for it, it’s the best someone like me can manage.

“Hey, Crish, I see you’re still trying hard to finish that rune.” Peers was speaking casually with the enchanter while I worked on schooling my face.

“Of course, Mary says if I can show myself with enough aptitude then I won’t end up a breeder.”

“Don’t you believe all that crap the elders spout about heirachies.” Peers responded. “Mary did away with that shit, and It ain’t coming back.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” The one he called Crish raised his hands. “I got nothing against the breeders. However, Cecelia says she’ll only marry me if I become a respectable man and breeders don’t fit her ideas.”

“Cecelia again? Really, man, you’re still hung up on her.” Peers turns to me and gives a week. “This girl Cecilia grew up with Crish. They were childhood friends for years. It was always assumed they’d end up together. Suddenly, one day, she started ignoring Crish, dressing nicer, and talking about big dreams…”

“Peers! Can you not in front of the new girl?”

“Ha ha!” Peers only laughed as Crish glared at him.

It was exactly in Peers nature to speak so openly and not really care about the consequences. That was the kind of guy he was. For a Cambion who art involved illusion and deception, he was shockingly open normally. As to my thoughts on this Cecelia, she was being a cocktease and trying to make Crish work for her. Before becoming a Seductress, I might have hated girls like that. However, the current me found the situation as entirely within expectations.

“Anyway.” Crish shot Peers one last warning look before turning to me. “Peers here tells me you were interested in enchantments. I’m afraid the best I can do is make warming stones and coolers. I’ve only reached Enchantment level 2, and the book I have has a sudden jump in complexity that prevents me from figuring out the trick behind the more complex running system.”

Although I only vaguely understood some of what he was talking about, I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes and lean forward, looking over his shoulder at the book he had pointed to.

“May… I look at this?” I asked cautiously, already reaching for the book before he even gave a nod.

“Be my guest.” Crish said before looking up at Peers, who only gave a shrug before finding a place to lie back and relax as always.

As for me, I curiously read the first chapter of the book. It looked like a incomplete book with many various pages ripped out or degraded beyond reading. I must have been spoiled by all the finely written clean cut books Reinhart and the King had. Among the more common people, books were much rarer and books with desirably skill information in them were rarer still.

However, the first few pages simply detailed the process of enchanting items. I already had a level of the Enchantment skill, but I had only obtained it by leveling my basic skills and it merely stood for imbuing something with a magical spell. That spell could easily be temporary or permanent, and I knew little about the difference between the two.

However, as I read the book, I was starting to see a pattern. In essence, it was simply an act of coding. There was a magical language which was known as runes, you inscribed a rune into an object, and then you activated the program through an initiation code, otherwise known as magic. I had once help a guy friend set up a website. Basically, all we did was download a preexisting code we liked, and then swapped out pictures and stuff, slowly making alterations one code at a time until we had the website we liked. The website never launched, but I quickly realized that this was the same way. You could pick a base rune, making small alterations and see how they effect the overall programming.

The first rune, this was a heat capturing rune, which essentially did the equivalent of imbuing a substance with thermal properties. More specifically, it allowed it to retain heat and hold it for a long period of time, only slowly losing it.

“Yeah, that’s where I was stuck.” Crish responds sheepishly as he looks over my shoulder. “I can replicate those runes on certain materials, but not on others. It seems to work best with soft earths, while I haven’t successfully been able to enchant any cloth per Mary’s request.”

“Ah, isn’t that because you haven’t changed the angle for resonance?” I muttered half-consciously as I flipped through the pages.

“Eh?”

My eyes widened as I looked up at the shocked look Crish was giving me. A second later his eyes grew thoughtful, and then he pushed an object before me. It looked a bit like a stone tab, but the tingling on my skin suggested that it resonated with magical energy.

“This is a rune I’ve been working on. Show me what I’m missing.” Crish responded carefully.

Although I had never seen a rune before, the book I had been looking at didn’t seem that hard to figure out. Rather, the entire book was dependent on something I had learned in seventh grade. It was essentially geometry. The book used equations to plot magic along an x and y gradient. Although there were indeed some pages missing, a basic understanding of math probably could have carried you the rest of the way, right?

“Ah, don’t mind me,” I waved my hands, immediately discrediting those thoughts. “I know very little about this.”

It was more than likely I was missing something really obvious that made this far harder than it looked. While I could account for my Chemistry knowledge adding to alchemy and potion making, simple geometry being able to solve enchantments seemed unlikely. Even if the language seemed to be based mathematically, it couldn’t be that simply, right?

“Please, humor me.” Crish insisted.

His eyes didn’t hold any malice or ferventness, he genuinely just wanted to see what I’d do. So, I grabbed the crayon-like marking device he had been using and glanced down at the rune pattern in front of me. It looked something like the rune drawn in the book, however, Crish seemed to have changed a few lines. As Crish said, the problem wasn’t that the formation was glitched, it was that the material didn’t match. So, we were considering it that way, then… I instinctually erased a few of Crish’s marks and made a few changes of my own.

I was immediately concerned Crish might suddenly grow angry when I changed his work, but he merely looked intently as if he was waiting for something. After making the marks that seemed right while comparing them with the book a few times, I reached the point where I wasn’t sure what else to do. If the rune worked, it should work at this point. However, most magical success in this world seemed to be accompanied by a flash of light, a puff of smoke, or some kind of tangible change. Even when making potions, this was typically true. In the cases it wasn’t, my analyze skill always did the trick instead. So, without any flash of magical flare, my only assumption was that I didn’t do anything.

I shook my head and gave him a shrug as I handed the rune back to him. “I’m sorry, that’s all I can do.”

Crish didn’t seem upset. Instead, he pulled the run up to his face, looked at it for a few seconds, and then placed it on a quilted blanket that had been lying on a near bench. He casted magic into the rune and a second later there was a blinding flash that forced me to cover my eyes.

“Ah!” Crish exclaimed as he looked down at a the glowing blanket. “It worked.”

I was going to respond with a question but all thought left my mind a moment later when I saw a familiar flash of words pop up in my vision.

{Rune Creation has increased to Level 1!}

{Enchantment has increased to Level 2!}

My class was called an Enchantress after all, perhaps this opened a new path towards creating enchanted items. My eyes began to burn as I stared at the blanket emitting a light magical aura. Whatever the case, it seemed like I had discovered another route towards becoming useful.

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“Hah, hah, hah…” Medusa gasps as your tongue invades her womanhood.

Medusa’s pussy is surprisingly warm and delicious. You might have assumed from her snake-like eyes and tail that Medusa would be a cold woman, but it was quite the opposite. As your tongue flicks inside her, the warm feelings transmitted from her wet, welcoming crotch are enough that you simply can’t get enough! A magical spell later and your tongue gives Gene Simmons a run for his money.

Although she has some of the properties of a snake, your tongue was the most snakelike thing in the current situation. As you hold her legs apart, your tongue slides deeper into her than most men’s penis could reach, flicking around inside and tasting her warm, inner depths. Medusa couldn’t even respond in surprise, the intense pleasure she hadn’t been able to enjoy in nearly one hundred years overwhelming her. Her hips are gyrating as she moans orgasmically, attempting to facefuck your mouth even though you’re on top and have control of her hips with your hands.

You laugh at her desperate attempts to rock her hips against your face while feeling your tongue violating her needy snatch. Medusa’s entire body wriths and slithers, and even with your hands grabbed tightly onto her hips, she unconsciously tries to twist out of your grip, while trying to rub her pussy against your face. Every ounce of her being is dedicated to trying to move your tongue around her pussy with the enthusiasm as a cat against catnip.

Medusa’s eyes are closed, her lips partially open as light moans escape her lips. It is almost like as soon as you started to tongue-fuck her, her entire brain fell into hibernation and now she only moves instinctively, animalisticly to your erotic machinations, lost in her own intense sexual gratification… her previous manipulative game and the seven remaining untouched women forgotten as she relished in the pleasure provided by your tongue.

However, you were on a mission, and Medusa was only a stepping stone on your path to pussy. Your nose deep in her crotch, your tongue deep in her surprisingly tight convulsing hole, you smell and taste her, bringing in Medusa’s essence and memorizing it. She tastes warm and sweet, not like berries, but a bit like honey.

However, as much as you enjoy her warm honey pot, she is only the first of many you need to devour today. Every second you spent eating out Medusa was a second you could use on the seven other women waiting on your service. No, not just seven, you had an entire harem of women that needed to be tasted. Naturally, this speed of consumption won’t do! Your tongue begins vibrating, instantly attacking her g spot with out care. The woman herself suddenly contracts, the strength of the sensations causing even her abdomen to tighten forcefully as her back arcs in uncontrollable pleasure.

“Oh, Pun!” She screams as her hands that lack anything else to grab onto immediately attack her own nipples, pulling desperately on her tits as she erupts in a powerful orgasm that prevents her from even uttering any other sound.

Of course, you’re using a bit more than your tongue. A modified version of the spell you first used on Ariel all those months ago, the “best orgasm ever” spell, was currently being used on her too. This one was a little safer, replacing quality with quantity. The name of this new spell was… “rapid wave orgasm!” In essence, she came, then came again, then came again! For the duration of the spells effect, it causes her to face a mild orgasm, only to force a rapid recovery, followed immediately by another orgasm. Like this, she is erupting in thirty orgasms a minute. The result of which, is the silently screaming as her eyes remain shut and her mouth remains open, unable to utter a sound as her already mushy, lustful brain is smashed to bits, any coherent thought long gone as she arrives into a world of perpetual bliss, her body no longer being controlled by anything my wave after wave on sensual pleasure being delivered by your tongue to her pussy.

As she starts cumming, it quickly becomes apparent she can’t stop. Every few seconds, another wave of liquid spurts out, her pussy turning into a fountain of lust, erupting over and over again in step with the rapid waves of orgasm, quickly covering your face with her cum. Each cum is stronger the last, as her body becomes weaker and more sensitive with each orgasm, the erotic feeling more aggressive until the point where her body and mind would break.

After two minutes of this, Medusa dropped into an orgasmic hell that became more intense with every passing second, and roughly sixty orgasms where she came enough that you were pretty sure she’s suffering from dehydration, you finally remove your vibrating tongue from her pussy, which seems to still be twitching in the aftershock of the orgasmic pleasure you caused.

“Ooooooooooooooooooo…. Gods! Ooooooooo….. oooooooo…” Tears started to fall down Medusa’s face as she started sobbing, the feeling of extreme satisfaction throwing her emotions out of wake to the point that she could do nothing but cry in happiness.

As soon as the spell lets up, her body finally collapses, the arc in her back that had forcefully triggered to the point of pain finally relaxing. She moans and cries while she desperately gasping for breaths, her body which was pushed to a point where death and perpetual death almost met ending while her mind tries to restart and her body struggles to return to normal. However, her eyes are still closed, and her body seems locked in a sexual coma of pleasure, with no sign of recover in the immediate future.

You stand up, abandoning the cumming girl writhing in a puddle of her own lust, then turn back to girl number four. Now that Medusa has been taken care of, it’s time to enjoy the rest of your harem!

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Always the gentlemen, you tackle the next butt by immediately falling to your knees. Not wanting to repeat Maleficant’s rough treatment, you decide the next girl will get the lick down first. Like with your last girl, you go for the fuck first, ask questions later approach, diving yourself face first into the honeypatch of your mysterious harem member.

At this point, you truly show how much you love your harem as you unabashedly plunge your face in between her buttcheeks. With the illusion magic, you could never truly say for certain what you are getting into, but even if you plunge your nose into her butthole and your tongue into her snatch, that’s just a way of showing your love. You trust and crave the women of your harem so much, that there is nothing to hide and no reservation between you and her pussy.

Although you typically have dominated your women, putting them into submissive roles as they suck your cock or are desperately used like sex toys to meet your sexual satisfaction, you aren’t a man above licking pussies, playing with assholes, or getting on your knees to please your women. Although you quickly licked at Maleficant to get her moist enough to fuck, this time you take the initiative to position yourself and lick that snatch from behind until it’s good and wet.

Medusa seems slightly surprised as you shake your face enthusiastically against that wet snatch, slobberingly munching out of your girls’ lunchbox, your face smothered with asscheeks and so far into your girl that words like carpet muncher and brownnoser seem adequate descriptions. The woman on the menu today is definitely a bigger girl, with thick muscular buttocks of a warrior. Your tongue didn’t have to taste her for long before you were convinced the snatch belonged to Kida. It could have also been Snow White’s cunt, but you don’t think it is.

The reason for this is simple. You have never anally violated Kida before. Snow White has been anally pounded a few times, and you must have loosened up her butthole quite a bit. Meanwhile, your nose is pressed against a pert, tight butthole right now and showed no sides of opening up for penetration. As far as taste, Kida is less sweet and more salty. Eating her pussy is like tasting a salty snack rather than Maleficant’s berries and cream. She has an alluring fragrance, musky but distinctly feminine. Her internal lubrication is thick and mucusy, not wet and watery like Ursula.

It was at this point a realization shot through your brain. You grab onto Kida’s muscular buttocks with one hand to keep yourself from falling. Immediately lowering your head, a deep feeling of shame and embarrassment shoots through you. Whatever Medusa’s intentions with this game, after you’ll need to properly thank her. She has helped you come to a realization.

“And… I called myself a god… and I can’t even answer this much…” You have failed all of your women.

You formed a harem of women. They are your lovers, your sex partners, and your family. However, in all that time, you only knew them so well. You had been so caught up on the “looks” of these women, that you rejected the chance to truly “know” them as women. What did Aurora’s pussy taste like? You had tasted it before. In fact, if you were to find her pussy in this lineup you might snap your fingers and go, ‘aha, that’s the mother of my child’… however, do you really ‘know’ it.

This game, even without cheating, should have never been a challenge. Even touching these women was a cheat. You have the abilities of a god, yet you can’t tell each pussy with a single sniff? You should know the taste of every woman! With your other senses restricted, it was only now that you found out Maleficant’s pussy is sweet, and Kida’s pussy is salty? If you had enjoyed both pussy’s together your have the perfect sweet-n-salty snack all along! It was inexcusable that you had neglected these details!

You work your way back up to your feet, giving Kida’s backside a reassuring squeeze and pat. You mentally give Kida a silent apology. You have responsibilities. You need to know what every pussy tastes like.

“So, she doesn’t pas-“ Medusa starts to comment as she sees you move away from Kida, only to stop dead when she sees the fiery look in your eyes. “Um… my beloved, are you okay…”

“I must determine what the pussies all taste like!”

“Eh? What? You can? They are all right he-“

“And I will start my tasting you!”

“Oh, my!”

Before Medusa can resist, you push her down, ripping off her clothing, she tries to defend herself for a brief moment, but soon her tattered panties are roughly discarded. You look down as her private pink slit. While it’s not small and tight like Maleficants, it’s cute and slightly engorged from arousal. She is quite wet and you had even noticed that the panties you had ripped off were darkened with wet stains. Medusa has been suffering in silence, watching you fuck other women while she could only watch and fantasize.

This is a pussy that birthed dozens of children. Would it taste different from the virgin pussies you are used to? You don’t know. Clearly unprepared for your aggressive attacks, Medusa seems to lose all resistance; her teasing, mature, dominant demeanor is ripped away like her panties. All she can do is let out a cute little moan as you plow face first into this snake’s furry patch. Let the feast begin!

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Having shed your pants now, you move on to the second girl, abandoning the wet, orgasming Ursula behind. As you stare at the next girl’s behind, you consider your last interaction. You had first determined it was Ursula and then you began to change how you handled her as a result. In a way, it feels like the fun was ruined a bit by knowing first.

Grabbing hold of you dick in its decapenis 10-inch state, you immediately line it up with the next girl’s pussy. This will be a trial by fire. You’ll take this girl Russian roulette. The number of intact virgins in your harem consist of only a few girls, so the chances are rather low that you’ll accidentally take someone you’d rather take later. However, you sense a little bit of exhilaration as you push up against an unsuspecting pussy. Not allowing yourself any time to guess who it is or give them time to prepare, you slide it in.

Unlike the wet and horny virgin Ursula, this woman hasn’t gotten wet first. You force your way in, and she provides a great deal of resistance. It takes almost a minute to roughly push yourself into her tight hole, and you have to use your hands to spread her cheeks open in order to accommodate your mass. It isn’t just because the girl lacks arousal, but also because she is incredibly tight. The woman herself shivers in much the way Ursula had, and she probably would be kicking and screaming as you reamed her pussy with your penis had she not been frozen by Medusa.

Well, it’s her fault for not having properly prepared herself for your cock. As you pull your cock back out, there is a little bit of blood on your cock, causing you pause. Had you defiled one of your virgin harem members? You won’t feel bad if you have, but you don’t want her first experience to be too shitty. Bending over for a minute, you stick your tongue in her crotch, eating her pussy for a little bit to add some lubrication. Although detective magic would ruin the game, Medusa said nothing about other magic, so you clean the damage and remove the blood before sticking your tongue inside her.

Even your tongue feels her extreme tightness which doesn’t match the nice round body and tasty glistening pussy on display. Once again, you close your eyes to fight against the illusion, using your hands and tongue to get a feel for the woman’s true form. You immediately realize she’s a lot smaller than you initially had thought. The illusion made it look like you were touching a tight, rotund ass, but when you actually used your feeling of touch, it is actually quite a small and pert butt.

Her body is skinny and small, her pussy appears to feel hairless, and the tightness of her small canal is obvious. She smells pleasant, a little like candy, and she tastes sweet and innocent. Your eyes widen right away, your tongue still stuck deep into her pussy canal as she shivers silently at your enthusiastic machinations. Did you finally defile Jasmine? It wasn’t your intention to violate the little girl in such a rough manner. What had come over you?

Wait a second, you needed to think about this a bit first. Although Jasmine is young, she is still starting to reach that age where she thinks about sex. More than that, Jasmine is highly motivated and possesses a stronge desire to have sex with you. Therefore, had you slide it into Jasmine, Jasmine absolutely would have been moist and ready. Even if her biology lacked the necessary lubricant, she’d make sure to have properly prepared if given the opportunity.

The more you worked the taste of this pussy in your mouth, the more you realized that you recognized this unbearably tight hole. Yes, there was only one pussy as tight and resistive as this one. There was only one tiny tiny who would smell like candy and taste like strawberries. Of course, it was none other than Maleficant!

You stand back up with a sigh. Her tight hole hadn’t been stretched enough by you yet. Clearly, various distractions had kept you from properly breaking her open as Pun intended. However, with her pussy properly wetted now and the taste of her sex on your lips, you slide your dick back into Maleficant’s waiting pussy. She is still resistant and tight, but you manage to work your ten inches into her tight cunt in only thirty seconds this time. Without her cursing and struggling, it’s actually a lot easier to fuck her. However, her shivering takes on a new meaning as your realize the vulgar words that would probably be flying out of her mouth as she accuses you of being a pervert.

She is so tight that there isn’t much room left, and you can’t pull out or the tightness of her pussy will push out your entire cock. It looks from the outside like your cock gets suddenly sucked into a pink hole, crushing your girthy cock in her tightness. As to how this compares with the last time you enjoyed Maleficant, then you had shrunk your penis to the modest 7 inches, with 30% less girth. The size you were now would never have been able to penetrate her. Therefore, Maleficant was truly making progress, and with her unable to resist your cock, your continued to work on spreading her micropussy with your giant cock.

She felt good, really good, and the shuttering of her body without any other movement in conjunction with her enormously tight snatch stimulated your penis erotically. It seemed like in the absence of the woman being able to say or do anything, the slight reactions, shudders, twitches of her pussy were easier to grasp and let to more subtle but somewhat erotic feelings being transmitted to your cock.

“Ah, shit, I’m going to cum…”

“So, beloved has chosen?”

Your eyes widen, suddenly remembering the game you are playing with Medusa. You immediately pull out, Maleficant’s tight hole clamping shut and forcing the last two inches out herself just as the first shot of cum erupts. It shoots across Maleficant’s ass. You immediately wipe Maleficant’s shivering pussy, and you can feel that apparently she started cumming too. In fact, it is probably Maleficant’s cumming that saved her from a creampie and impregnation. As her tight pussy clamped down even tighter than normally, it successful popped your cock out just in time for your cum to avoid being injected inside her.

Of course, she would clearly be aware of the hot streaks of stuff dripping down her ass, but she is powerless to do anything but stand there bent over as cum drips down her ass and legs. You carefully take several more wipes to make sure nothing remains around her entrance hole, and then sigh before looking up at Medusa, who is watching you with an amused smile.

“It doesn’t count.” You state as a matter of fact.

“Of course,” Medusa doesn’t protest. “But can you keep going?”

You laugh at Medusa’s vote of no confidence. You are already erect just looking at the next woman. Even your old body could go a hundred times before feeling drained. This body could fuck all day without remorse! You head for the next pussy to conquer.

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You look down at the ten behinds temptingly spread out before you. Of course, you’ve had a harem of girls for ages now, and it isn’t the first time you’ve had more than a few of them at once. However, having them all lined up and so completely devoid of freedom or choice aroused you in new ways. Furthermore, the complete mystery of which girls were behind which ass and pussy is exceptionally tempting.

You quickly realize as you look from booty to booty that Medusa has done her illusion magic well and no matter what angle you look at you can’t get a peek at the woman in front of the ass. There are no cracks and holes to reveal a hint at the women behind. It looks like the more traditional kinds of cheating are no allowed in Medusa’s game.

“I’ve also had the girls all remove their collars for the next hour, so you won’t be able to cheat that way.” Medusa adds with a wink.

You give a cough, ignoring her knowing glance and avoiding revealing that this sort of cheating had been exactly on your mind. It slightly bothers you that all of the girls are without collars right now. That includes the girls not lined up before you. One of them could be off fooling around and you wouldn’t even know it! You fought back the jealous anger that swelled up inside you. All of the girls are yours, none of them would dare leave you. You had to repeat that yourself a few times before you calmed down.

“Go ahead, touch… smell… taste… find your precious Snow White.” Medusa gave a smile like a cat who caught the canary.

You aren’t sure whether Medusa is playing fair, but you don’t see how you’d have too many regrets no matter if you fell for her trap or not. Therefore, you have only the choice to step up and start to use the three senses that aren’t blocked under Medusa’s rules. Yes, you could have instantly crafted a spell and known every detail about every girl in the lineup. However, these are your women! If you can’t tell who is who, then how could you call yourself a harem king! Not that you’ve ever called yourself that… but you wouldn’t be able to if you failed such a simple challenge.

You casually lift your hand and reach for and touch your first butt. A warmth and softness is immediately transferred to your fingertips. Your fingertips appear to touch the butt you can see, but the shape of the butt you feel doesn’t seem to match your eyes. As you realize your eyes are only confounding your senses, you shut them and immerse yourself in feeling up the person in front of you.

Her butt isn’t hard, muscular, or tight, so she isn’t one of the fit or young girls. That rules out the fit girls like Ariel, the muscular women like Kida and Snow White, and small or bony girls like Mulan and Tiana. The lazy baka maids have softer butts like this, however, this girl has much wider hips and a rounder butt than them. Perhaps it is Belle, who has one of the biggest booties in your harem, but you’ve tasted that ass plenty of times and this one didn’t feel as familiar.

As your fondled the person aggressively, you could feel their body slightly shivering. The paralyzation seems to prevent any big movements like shaking or rocking, but the small responses to your fingertips are still functional. So, as your fingers worked their way between her thighs, you could feel the microspasms of sensation as you stimulate the girl, even if she can’t respond in any obvious ways. Compared to your other girls, these thighs are a bit thick, and working your way between them and up to her pussy seems to afford some difficulty. She seems to slightly clamp as you move your fingers up to her snatch, and you can feel a great deal of resistance from the woman herself.

Of course, there is only one unfit girl with a big butt that would resist your machinations. That would be Ursula, of course. You grin at finding yourself placed in front of the helpless Ursula. In all likelihood, she would never willingly put herself in this position in a million years. You wonder a bit how Medusa managed to get her in this position. Your finger continues to rub her pussy, working its way forward until you start to run your fingers in circles around her clit. The woman herself shakes at your touch, her pussy is clamped tight, desperately trying to deny your fingers. However, her body betrays her, producing great amounts of lubricant to aid in penetration, so soon your fingers work your way up and down her slit, invading her private parts. She produces lewd smells but not a single sound as her body shakes and shutters at your touch.

A cruel look forms on your face as you pull out your erect penis. Immediately, you slide it down her butt cheeks. The girl herself suddenly freezes, the little bit of shaking stopping like she is a deer just caught in headlights.

“Yeah, you know what that is, don’t you?” You give a little chuckle, sliding into the crack of her pussy.

The head of your cock pushes open her pussy lips, and no matter how hard her limited paralyzed body tries to keep her thighs tight and her pussy clamped, her wet lewd desires have moistened the area to the point where your head pops in with ease. The girl shudders, as the head slides into her pussy. You press up against an area of resistance, and quickly realize you’re pressing up against her virgin cherry.

You push slightly, rubbing the head of your cock up and down her slit, just giving enough pressure to force her to be consciously aware of the virginity you’re threatening, but not enough that you’ll break it just yet. Her body shivers and shudders, and you can imagine the woman on the other side cursing and begging at you to not take her like this. After a minute or two of rubbing your head up and down her clit, you’ve had enough fun.

“Will my beloved be cumming in this woman?” Medusa asks excitedly.

“What are you talking about?” You snort.

You pull the dick away, with your hands on each cheek spreading the woman’s behind open by force. You raise a hand and slap her rump hard. As if this was a signal, the accumulated stimulation of being played with for the previous five minutes, having the head of a cock rubbing her clit while in the constant jeopardy of having her virginity taken, liquid immediately spurted out of the girl, running down her legs as the slap seems to trigger her body to cum uncontrollably.

You could even see her pussy, the lips spread open by your dick’s head, her virgin cherry still intact, and the muscles around it contracting forcefully like a gaping fish, desperately wanting to gobble up your cock and take your semen as she cums for a minute straight. As her leaking fluids and throbbing pussy slows down, you finally let go of her cheeks, allowing the exposed cunt that she no longer could resist being spread shut closed once again.

You turn to Medusa with your dick still at full mast and chuckle. “Cumming? I’m just getting started.”

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Feeling the warm liquid on sprayed all over her face, Amanda knew that she just did something which no mother would do with her daughter. Though she was forced into it, a huge amount of guilt began swelling up inside her. ‘Oh god! My daughter humped and came on my face!’ Overwhelmed with shock Amanda looked up to see how Chloe was doing, and found a huge grin plastered to her face. “What is it slut? You like my cum so much, that you are going to leave it on your face like that?” Hearing her own daughter call her a slut, embarrassment appeared on her face in the form of a bright red blush. “Honey I don’t know why you just did that, but we can’t ever do that again.” “Do what mom?” “What we just did…” “You’re talking about me fucking your face with my pussy?” “CHLOE! You can’t talk like that! I’m your mom!” Trying to take back control into her hand, Amanda stood up and raised her voice. “Listen here Chloe, what you just did was wrong and is never going to happen again! Now get back to your room and wait for me, cause we need to have a talk!” Feeling content with how she took over the situation, Amanda started moving to her room ro clean herself up. But before she could even take a few steps, she yelped out in pain as she felt something smacking hard on her ass. “Aaaaaaaaa!” Turning around she saw a belt in Chloe’s hand. Looking closer Amanda yelped out in shock because it wasn’t a belt, but a whip! It was pure black in color, with thick at its base, and split up into into multiple parts towards the end. “Where do you think you are going slut?” Flexing her hand and making the whip strike the floor with a shocking sound, Chloe began walking towards her mom. Looking straight into the pair of eyes which contained pain, anger, and humiliation she began speaking. “I’m really disappointed in you mom. I really hoped that you wouldn’t make me do this, but you leave me with no choice. It seems like you won’t know your place unless I properly train you.” Finishing her words, Chloe once again striked the whip but this time straight onto the pair of breasts on which she on feeded during her childhood. While Chloe was watching red whip marks appear on her mom’s breasts, Amanda was yelling out from pain. “Wai…………!!!!!!!” Not giving her mother a chance to speak, Chloe once again lifted the whip in her hand and brought it down on. But this time she made sure that they would strike right on top of the already hard nipples. Feeling pain travel through her nipples, Amanda painfully became aware of the fact that her nipples were hard from the torture she was receiving. At the same time she felt her pussy overflowing and dribbling down her thighs. “Chloe! Stop this instant! We can still go back!” Understanding what was happening to her body, Amanda knew that her body was reacting and begging for the pleasure which was long overdue, but she knew that it wasn’t the right time or place to look into them. What she needed to do now was to get away before her daughter noticed what was happening to her. But as if she understood what her mother was trying to do, a smirk appeared on Chloe’s face. “Sigh…. You just don’t learn do you, ‘slut’?” Emphasizing on the word slut, Chloe gave a small break before she continued speaking. “You really want to leave?” Not wanting to look at her daughter’s face, Amanda only nodded her head. “Fine then. I’ll put my finger inside your pussy and give it a swirl before I pull it out. If my fingers come out dry, then I’ll let you go. But, if they contain any traces that show signs of you being turned on, then regardless of your wishes I’ll force you to become the cunt sniffing slut that you are. Okay?”   Not waiting for Amanda to answer, Chloe stepped forth and thrust her free hand straight towards her mom’s pussy.   “Haaaaa!”   Along with an audible gasp, Amanda could feel her daughter’s finger touching her slit before entering her hole.   “Well well well, what do we have here?”   With a sarcastic smirk on her face, Chloe pulled out her finger after swirling it a few times inside Amanda’s pusssy.   “It seems like mommy is a dirty little slut who gets turned on by her sexy daughter.”   Trying to speak as demeaningly as possible, Chloe brought her hand close to her nose and began sniffing it.   “Ugh, you smell so dirty. It almost makes me doubt that you don’t even know how to wash your pussy, slut!”   While her outside was feigning disgust, Chloe’s stomach was fluttering once she smelled her mom’s pussy on her finger. Despite having sucked many women, Chloe never smelled anything similar to this.   Looking at the face of her mother which was on the brink of crying from all of her insults, Chloe despite feeling a bit sad didn’t show it on her face, since she knew that now wasn’t the time to show her kindness.   “Don’t make such a face slut. If you think that I’m lying why don’t you see it for yourself.”   Saying this, Chloe brought her hand near Amanda’s face. First she lightly movedit near her nose before she spread it all over her mouth.   Shocked that her daughter would not only insult her, but actually do such a thing, Amanda’s eyes went wide open. And before she could show her discontent, her tongue as if it had a mind of its own moved out a began licking her lips.   “Mmmmmmmmmmmmm”   Unknowingly once she tasted the slimy liquid from her own pussy along with a little of Chloe’s orgasm, Amanda let out a moan before she recovered and suppressed herself feeling humiliated from how she acted.   “Wow! It seems like you are a much bigger slut than I expected bitch. Now come here.”   Pushing her mom down to the knees once again….

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“Two parts blood, one part semen, three parts oil… failure…” I muttered to myself as I scribbled into my notes.

My joyous morning with Peers had to unfortunately come to an end. It wasn’t like I had a particular schedule to abide by. However, for the moment I was still treated as something akin to a flight risk. Other than Mary and Peers, I had been cut off from the rest of the Cambions. As Peers had mentioned, he had become my secretary and bodyguard, however it was more accurate to call him my parole officer. He was my only contact with the outside world, and he was under pressure to get me to produce a product. Although his laid back personality prevented him from pressuring me directly, I could see a bit of the strain in his eyes.

I looked down at the product in my hand, using examine on it a second time to make sure I didn’t overlook anything. Although my manipulation ability had consumed the standard skill of examine, it still functioned in the same exact way. That is to say that the information I gleamed from it was not particularly subject to change and was typically very accurate.

{Vial of Seed – Rank B – Creator: Aria – Life in a vial – Quantity – Small}

Of course, this wasn’t the only information I obtained from examine. As the creator, the vial revealed the contents I had put in when making it. I also knew something of it’s duration and effectiveness.

“A Rank B, you’ve already made an improvement. I think Matriarch Mary will be very excited by these results. How is this a failure?”

I smiled wryly as the bored Peers was glancing over my shoulder with interest. He had an examine ability as well, although his skill was called identify. Apparently, whether the skill was called examine, identify, or analyze was a bit of a regional thing. It also appeared that those with magic-associated classes injected magic into something when they identified it, and it was thought that they were able to glean more accurate results. Looks can be deceiving, so while I could tell a high-quality sword from a low-quality sword, it’d take someone with a more discerning eye or better magic to tell the difference between which of two high quality swords was the better. The world of analysis had these kind of rules. For me, my examine skill was geared toward manipulation, so I learned more from people than from objects.

“It has moved from very small to small. This progress will be insufficient for the future of the colony.” I explained lightly.

“The fact you were able to reproduce it at all was the original worry. Not to say we didn’t trust your word!” Peers raised his hands defensively. “Even with the original stuff, we could expand our population to thousands before we’d need to start taking lives. That alone would be enough to properly defend ourselves and keep back the local raids.”

“Yes… but if the raids came and failed, do you think the humans and demons will give up?” I asked before shaking my head. “A thousand Cambions isn’t enough to survive a war, especially if half of them are children.”

Peers gave a carefree laugh. “Well, I’m sure the council has thought of that. It’ll be fine. You should be proud in what you’ve accomplished. We didn’t expect you to be able to produce anything for a week yet. We haven’t even managed to gather all the supplies you’ve requested.”

If Peers had any particular flaw, it was that he wasn’t much of a thinker. He blindly trusted in other people figuring it out. He lived a relatively care free life and rarely thought much farther than his sword. Sword being both the one he held at his hip, as well as his penis.

I gave him a comforting smile until he leaned down and kissed me. Finally, he pulled away with just a tinge of regret in his eyes. One thing I was set on with Peers was no sex in the lab. I still wasn’t quite sure how my Enchantress powers worked and having sex while in the proximity of potions slightly concerned me. Other than the basic lab safety protocols that had been forced into me in college, I also worried that some kind of sex magic might be emanating from me. I did keep a couple bottles in the bedroom as test samples, but I wasn’t willing to risk the entire stock just because I got horny.

Peers finally pulled away, casually lying back on a pile furs with a content look on his face. I looked down at the young man who seemed so innocent. Mary had casually mentioned that the population of Cambions would explode to over 1000 in just a decade from current group of sixty. That likely meant that Cambions had very short periods as babies and likely grew up fast. I was a little worried as to how young Peers actually was. Although demi-humans couldn’t be compared to humans as far as life-spans, maturity, and knowledge… I had examined Mary. The so-called Matriarch of this family was only 30, just a decade older than me. I told myself her young age had to do with the human and demon raids and not because Cambions had a very short lifespan. Either way, Peers was selected as my fuck buddy for the moment, so Peers’ age was just one more thing I decided to be willfully ignorant of.

The other thing I tried not to think too much about was the people that they consumed. As harsh as this world had shown itself to be, the Cambions were still undoubtedly a culture of rapists. Yes, they had to do so to survive, but that didn’t stop the fact that they regularly raped and murdered human beings in order to perpetuate their species. Even if the humans were partially willing, I still recalled my cell neighbor Eva. I couldn’t even pretend that at least she enjoyed it. I had been their listening to her cry and struggle as her Cambion mate forced her down and took her lifeforce unwillingly. I couldn’t pretend it was anything but brutal, systematic rape.

Yet, the Cambions weren’t particularly at fault either. Was a wolf at fault for killing and eating a bunny? They did it because they had to, and even if their callousness was severe, even the naïve Peers thought nothing of absorbing the life away from someone until they died, I still wanted to make them change.

What Peers didn’t know was that the rise in rank from C to B was almost purely a result of Lifebringer, the skill I gained after making those semen potions when I classed up. I had personally not perfected the recipe at all. In fact, the recipe I used this time involved more materials of a higher grade, and in the end only netted me a slight gain. That is why I wrote fail on the sheet.

When someone is developing a new drug, whether the drug works or not is meaningless. It doesn’t matter if the drug works so much as it matters whether the drug works better than the current form of treatment. No matter how many B class potions I made, unless they were cheaper to produce or more effective in life gain, they were a complete waste to me.

I wasn’t looking for a slight boost in potion making, I was looking to make a replacement to the current Cambion way of life. Mary had said that once their population had a few thousand, they would be able to capture humans for meals without worry of repercussion. I wasn’t so sure about this. However, even if they could manage to protect themselves, that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to Cambions to no longer have to eat people at all.

Mary imagined a world where they could break free from their restraints imposed by humans and demons, freely taking from the world as they pleased. I imagined a world where they were free from the constraints of Cambions, free to live their lives as any other demihuman could. They never imagined I could produce enough potion to sustain a population over a thousand, but I came from a world with manufacturing where we could produce enough product to serve millions. First, I’d perfect my recipe, and then… I’d create the first potion factory this world had ever seen.

As for ingredients, sperm banks were already a thing in my world, and without the needs for genetic testing or STD concerns, it’d be very easy to pay commoner men to jackoff for a few coppers. Hell, in a world with limited pornography, simply providing men with a place where they can view sex acts induced by illusion magic while touching themselves and they’d be willing to pay us! While the Cambions merely wanted to survive, in my mind I had already given them a place in the future porn industry!

However, for the moment, I couldn’t even get a moderate strength life potion. Every day, Eva and people like her were being raped, and there was nothing I could do about it. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, it was just that there was nothing I could do. For a world that existed so much like a game, its harsh realities were sometimes too bleak, even for my mental resistance.

“Like a game…” I muttered, an idea suddenly starting to form.

“Hmm?” Peers jerked up from his half-sleeping position at the first words I had spoken in some time.

“It’s… like a game.” I said, the excitement in my eyes growing.

“What is?”

“No… that is to say… there is a sort of… a trick, an alchemy trick…”

Peers furrowed his brows in concentration as he tried to follow my line of thought. “A trick?”

“Yes! Um… how do I put this, let’s say I enchant a ring that improves my alchemy.”

“A ring that improves alchemy? I’ve never heard of such a ring…”

“Just go with me on this.” I interrupted as I stood up and paced. “If I created a ring that helped me do alchemy, I could then perform better alchemy. I could then use that alchemy to produce a potion that improved my enchantment.”

“Enchantment?” Peers seemed to be having some trouble.

“With improved enchantment, I make a better ring to improve alchemy, and with the better alchemy, I create a better potion to improve enchantment. Round and round it goes, until I have the best ring to make the best alchemy, and the best potions to make the best enchantments.”

Peers scratched his chin thoughtfully for a second. “It sounds unbelievable. I’m not aware of either a recipe that improves enchantment nor an artifact that improves alchemy.”

I nodded at Peer’s words. These kinds of things were to be expected. Spells and enchantments in this world were not like special skills, where they enhanced and multiplied specific abilities. A few boosted stats and resistances, while others created environmental effects like warmth, vibration, or a skinlike texture. If I only had Sandor and Pratter here I might be able to come up with something with them.

“Do you have anyone who can enchant items?” I asked.

Peers’ eyes widened for a second before he shrugged. “One of ours tries his luck at enchantments. He was trying to replicate something that has been spreading through the human nobility lately. They call it a dildo. He thought it might be able to be used to enhance our extraction of life force.”

Although my eyes flashed a bit in surprise at first, they narrowed a little as I realized that he couldn’t even make a dildo. Well, I had taken Sandor and Pratter for granted. I had no idea how difficult it was to create my sex toys. I had heard that they were an expensive commodity, but I never saw the price tags. Either way, a novice enchanter would have to do.

“Can you get permission to take me to him?” I asked.

Peers frowned at the question before slowly nodding. “I don’t think it’d be a problem if I show the improve potion as collateral, but I already said, something like an alchemy enhancing jewelry sounds like the stuff of legends. What are you talking about enchanting?”

I gave him a simple smile, pulling the man over for a simple kiss to dispel his worries, then picked up one of my alchemy beakers. An enchantment that prevents the dissipation of heat, or immediately cools a sample, or sonicates the sample to break apart molecules, or puts the sample into a high-pressure environment. These were all things possible with enchantments.

I simply remembered that this world was a game. When you couldn’t get your character up another level, the best way to make him more powerful was by getting better equipment. I just planned to up my alchemy game, that was all.

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The door opens and Medusa pokes her head out. “Your lady awaits.”

As Medusa opens the door, she gives a bowing gesture with her hand held out. Beyond her, the room is somewhat dark, but there are numerous candles lit. As to Snow White, you can’t see the woman herself. A giant white canopy is blocking your view of the room. All the other women are out of sight.

“You certainly are hyping this up.” You sigh as you enter into the room.

“I am a very lustful woman.” Medusa shrugs. “Naturally, I can’t help but feel excited when my man chooses to engage in sexual intercourse. Not simply intercourse! Intercourse… for the sake of procreation.”

“Is there really a difference?” You ask as you look down at Medusa’s excited look, her red snakelike eyes shining as her multicolored, scaly tail whips back and forth behind her.

“Mm! Of course there is. Sex without consequence is meaningless sex. But to be impregnated… oh… to feel your seed penetrating deep inside her womb… to know a woman will be creating life with your seed, half of her, half of you… that feeling is truly orgasmic.”

“Yeah, but childbirth is really painful, right?”

“Mm? Really? But when it comes out, I always orgasm.” Medusa responds cutely.

“I’ve heard that some women can orgasm during childbirth, but… wait, you have kids!”

Medusa puts on a mysterious smile. “Of course, not all of us can be innocent virgins. I don’t sleep around with anyone like Cruella or that slut Gothel, and I’m not a naive virgin like  Grimhilde, Ursula, or Maleficant… despite popular opinion, I’m intensely loyal to those I’ve slept with.”

That is very counter to the opinion you had previous established on her. You had formed the natural believe that Medusa was flighty and whorish. However, you aren’t sure if she’s lying or not. She has kids! That means she has slept around before. She also hasn’t slept with you yet, so where does her loyalty lie at the moment?

“How can you say that with kids? I mean, what the hell.”

Medusa gives a gentle laugh. “You may not have realized this, but us demon lords have very drastic age differences. The youngest, Grimhilde, is only in her teens. However, Maleficant, despite her appearance, is much much older, and I’m older still.”

“How old are you MILF?” You demand.

“To ask a girl her age…” Medusa pouts. “Well, I suppose it can’t hurt. I’m around 3,000 years old.”

“Three thousand!”

“Mm… so as you see, my children, and my grandchildren, and their children… I’ve had 3 husbands in my life, all dead now… but they were all a long time ago. The last by more than one hundred years.”

“You’re not even a MILF!” You cry out. “You’re like a GILF, or a GGGILF!”

Medusa shrugs. “It’s true. I hope that doesn’t make you think less of me?”

“… I’m not sure, it’s a lot to take in, but why are you telling me all this?”

“That’s simple!” Medusa brightens as she gets to the crux of the matter. “I want you to conquer me! I have chosen you as my next beloved. I wish to be impregnated with your seed! I want to bear your children! I will be your loyal bride, wife, and mother to your children. That is my ambition!”

Your lips tighten, not quite sure if you even want to stick in in this aged Gilf woman.

“Actually, I already plan to impregnate a woman today, and it’s Snow White, so will you lead me to her?” You decide to put off her question for the moment.

“Of course, follow me…” Medusa guides out a hand.

You move forward suspiciously think thinking that it wouldn’t be this easy. You still don’t know if you trust Medusa, and even though she’s been the most forthcoming and open, it feels a bit like she might be trying to trick you. You had heard from Grimhilde that she could ensnare people with her eyes. Of course, your body should be immune to that kind of bullshit, but that didn’t mean this snake didn’t have other ways to ensnare her prey.

At that point, you find yourself in front of a large opaque sheet. She moves over to the side, and like a game show girl revealing a prize, she opens the curtain up. Immediately, you frown, because behind the curtain is not Snow White as you were promised. Rather, there appears to be a wall. The odd thing, however, is that there are ten large holes in the wall, and in each hole is a butt stuck through it. They were all women, you could see their horny snatches practically inviting you to take them doggy, however, this was also a somewhat confusing scene.

“What the heck is this, Medusa?” You turn to her with narrow eyes.

“I thought my beloved might be up for a bit of a game.”

“A game? What are you talking about?”

“Mm… yes, of course. This is a game of choice. Behind those walls are ten women I’ve chosen from your harem. You just need to stick your dick into Snow White and impregnate her.”

“What kind of fool do you take me for? None of those asses are green!” You laugh.

Medusa chuckles in response, unperturbed. “As if I would make it that easy. There is an illusion over them. You’ll only be able to tell the difference by touch and feel. Of course, you could probably use your own magic and tell the truth instantly, but that would ruin the game.”

You think about it for a few seconds while rubbing your chin and examining the asses in front of you. What she says appears to be true. You should be able to tell Ariel’s ass with ease, you made that pert thing yourself. The younger girls like Mulan and Maleficant and their small forms should have been obvious. Whether it was Tiana’s small, thin, bony ass, Belle’s heart shaped backside, Kida’s tight muscular behind, the maid’s flabby butts and their color coded snatchfur… you could recognize them all. However, here you had ten basic backsides. They were all round, pert, and pleasing to the eye, but none of them stood out by sight alone.

“What are the terms?”

“If I win, then I get you for the entire night alone. You will give me a child, and keep my nest warm until morning. My stamina is unimaginable, so I expect some… hard pounding service.”

“And if I win?”

Medusa raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t it enough that you’re free of accountability?”

“Accountability?” You frown at her innocent words.

“As I said, it could be any girl. You won’t know until after. So… there is no consequence if you… for example, were to stick it in my chubby virgin sister who I know you’ve been eyeing. You can conquer that fat girl with none of the guilt and impregnate her so that she has no choice but to be yours. Given her temperament, once pregnant she will no longer resist you. Or better yet, how about a certain tiny you’ve neglected who has been begging for it? A certain dragon who has always been more interested in her sister? Maybe even… a daughter or two?” Medusa gives a wink.

“You…” Your eyes narrow. “If I did play your game, I wouldn’t cheat and use the situation to engage in taboo acts.”

Medusa laughs. “Of course, you wouldn’t. And it’s not like you have to impregnate the first one you stick it in either. Play around. Find your right pick. I insist.”

However, the way she said it should have been followed by a wink. Being an omnipotent god, you could figure out who is where instantly. If you chose to do so, you could fuck Snow White as intended and win, or use the moment to engage in some taboo acts, even impregnating those you shouldn’t while claiming ignorance. Or, you could play the game fair, in which you’ll never be certain until after what you did to who. It was exactly the kind of game a demon of lust would play.

“If I win,” you say, “Then there is something I want.”

“Oh? What is that?”

“A certain union has been forming lately, I want it destroyed. If I win, you help me tear down Megara’s influence on the other girls. And if you win, I’ll impregnate you so hard that your grandchildren will come out pregnant!”

Medusa smirks. “Deal.”

And thus you were seduced by a snake, now it’s time to taste some forbidden fruit.

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Creek. Creek. Creek.

It was a simple, rhythmic noise the filled the morning air. Of course, it was emanating from a certain tent that was recently provided to me. My “room” had slowly evolved over the last few days, and I had managed to acquire a simple bed with a feather stuffed mattress, some furniture, and other things. My “lab” was moved to a new tent after I explained that some of the chemicals I had to work with with not conducive to sleeping safely. So, at this moment, I was in my room enjoying the feel of a partner inside me.

“Ah, it feels good.” I let out a little whimper.

I was actually on top, my naked form mounting the man underneath. Furthermore, his role in this particular sexual engagement was mostly passive. I found that any time one engaged in sex with another, they needed to decide on the roles each partner would take. Adjust the level that each party contributed to the movements required for sexual contact was just one more way to increase sexual diversity. This balance almost added as much to the various flavors of sex as my growing list of sexual positions.

For example, right now, I was rocking my hips causing his dick to slide in and out, the length of his shaft slide along my clit causing a great deal of sexual stimulation that quickly drove me wild. The man himself didn’t move much at all. He held my hips in his hands, and I was holding the back of his hands, as I rocked my hips on top of his cock. When I wanted to increase speed, I’d drop my hands to his chest, forcing his sternum to bear my weight as my ass ground hard on his dick.

He could have lifted me by my hips at any time before thrusting up into me turning from passive to active. However, sex today didn’t call for him to take the active role. Of course, I didn’t mind him playing the submissive. Even passiveness could be erotic. I had control of the pace and flow of sex. A simpler mind might have cursed the guy for being lazy and just lying there while I did all the work, but I derived just as much pleasure as him, and there was a certain degree of self-satisfaction in being able to make him cum through no direct act of his own. I was the deliverer of pleasure, the queen of this sexual encounter, and I was mounting my throne quite enthusiastically.

In other days, I would be the one just lying there being passive. I’d lie down on my knees with my butt in the air and he’d grab onto my hips and slide his massive dick inside me. Then, as I only worried about keeping my balance, he’d pound me from behind. Other times, once he slide inside me, I would move my butt, grinding his dick and forcing it to slide in and out of me over and over again as I pushed back and forth with my knees. Like I said, that was simply one more aspect of the flexibility for sex.

“Ah, ah, ah…” I let out little moaning sounds as I started to bounce up and down on his cock.

As my hands held his, I pushed up with my feet slightly before instantly dropping them. The momentum of the force rose my pussy up his cock until only the tip remained inside my body before falling back down onto this cock, allowing the member to slide deep inside me with a slight slapping sound which I punctuated with each little cute moan.

Although his breathing was uneven, my partner underneath wasn’t moaning. Instead, he merely watched me as I played on top of him, constantly changing up the ways I let him penetrate me. Sometimes, I would grind him with my cunt, even letting his dick fall out of me so that I could rub the shaft up and down my wet clit. Sometimes, I would spread my legs to the max, ginding down to try to force his shaft to reach as deeply into me as his balls would allow. Other times, I would bob up and down playfully creating wet lewd noises as the lips of my pussy slapped against his balls.

Sometimes I would cum, my body stiffening until I collapsed on him while breathing hard, his dick still deep inside my throbbing pussy as I orgasmed. Then I’d get back up and start again a few minutes later. However, for the moment, I was merely rocking my hips and whimpering while he looked up at me with a gentle smile. This was sex at its most casual.

The reason for that was rather simple. He’d already cum three times this morning. In fact, we had been fucking since before the sun rose, and the sun high in the sky now. The coolness of the night had dissipated and when added with the body heat produced by the both of us the tent was growing hotter and hotter. I was starting to sweat, the light act of rocking my hips enough to force my body to dispel body heat. I dared not engage in any more aggressive play less I start to turn gross, and as for Peers, he seemed content to sit back and watch me with that smile.

As it got to the point where my hair was matting to my forehead from the humidity, I finally started to feel slightly sheepish at his looks. Although sex acts didn’t embarrass me, I was still a woman being looked at by an attractive man, and thus I started to blush accordingly, despite the sexual position we were in.

“What is it?” I asked finding myself suddenly a bit shy while I pulled my sticky hair back behind my ears.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.” Peers responded simply.

I gave a light snort, “Hm, say that now, a clean naked girl in her prime while she rides your cock. However, try to say that when I’m sick, and I’ve been throwing up, or how about when I’m on my period.”

“Oh, really?” He asked, with an amused look on his face.

“Of course… don’t you know that you only call a woman beautiful when she wants to hear it most?”

“I would call you beautiful any time, any where.” Peers declared. “If you were sick, I would call you beautiful and tend to you, if you were throwing up, I would call you beautiful and hold back your hair, and if you were on your period, I would call you beautiful, and we would make a fucking mess.”

“You… ah!” I couldn’t help but cry out as Peers suddenly raised his body.

In a moment, he was in a sitting position, his arms wrapping around me and keeping me from falling back. He embraced me in a tight and loving hug, and I could feel his rugged breath against my neck. Grabbing his head, I tilted it up and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, meanwhile, I continued to rock my hips, keeping his dick inside me as I fucked him uninterrupted in this new position.

Rather, his words had deeply excited me. Even though he was succubus and likely skilled in such sweet words, I let the words get to me and stab into my heart. Unable to resist his charm any longer, I Grabbed the back of his neck. I leaned back using a hand to support my body. My thighs tightened around his abdomen and I started to move my hips more aggressively, stimulating his cock with my pussy without care for how hot it was. As if responding to my call, Peers woke up from his passive state and while holding my back, started thrusting forward, matching my pussy.

{Position Unlocked: Cradle.}

Had I never done this position before? Well, perhaps not since I’ve come to this world. It was the first sex position I had unlocked in a long time. Once in a blue moon, I’d find my body entangled in a truly unique position, but in truth, most of the time it was missionary or doggie unless I was actively trying to be adventurous. Even being a seducer and Enchantress didn’t make me fall beyond the classics.

However, for this moment and time, I clung on to this man who called me beautiful, and with his hand holding my back, he plowed into my pussy with his dick while my whole body bounced against his sitting form from the side. For another couple, this kind of thing might become exhausting after a thirty second or so. However, for me, I had the sort of endurance that never ran out, and Peers was a man who genuinely could keep up with me, even showing such exuberance after already cumming three times today.

“Ah, ah, ah… yeah, harder, harder…” I moaned orgasmically, and even Peers’ voice was started to grow higher and higher.

“Where do you want me to cum.” Peers’ asked haggardly between his breaths.

“In me, in me… I want to feel your cum!” I cried out.

The first shot of hot stuff entered my womb as his cock throbbed. Like that, I was cumming too, my pussy starting to tighten around his throbbing cock, milking it for as much semen as he could produce. The pair of us came together in unison. My head ended up falling onto the mattress and Peers readjusted himself without pulling his penis out until we were in missionary. He started thrusting again, even as he came and his penis was starting to soften. My legs instinctually wrapped around him and my arms pulled him down on me.

I wanted to feel his warm body, even though it was sweaty now. Our sweaty bodies pressed together as one while my lips found his. My tongue aggressively stormed his mouth while I kept moaning, his softer yet still hard enough to fuck cock still sliding in and out, mixing up the juices in between both of us and continuing to stimulate my orgasming pussy. After a few more hard thrusts, and a bunch of the semen and juices squirting out and leaking down onto the bed, he finally slowed down, his soft member rubbing up and down my drenched slit.

Our moanings quieted as our tongues refused to part deep in each other’s embrace until the aftershocks of orgasm resided and my breath returned to normal. Finally, pulling away, I looked up at the man on top of me. I realized at that moment that he hadn’t absorbed any life force from me, and I didn’t take any from him. We had sex simply for the enjoyment of each other’s bodies.

“What is it?” He asks nervously as I realized I had been staring at him.

“You’re beautiful.” I responded.

He let out a laugh before pulling away. “That’s something a guy definitely doesn’t want to hear!”

“Oh, really, then what should I say?” I responded with a chuckle.

“I don’t know, something like “oh my god, it’s so big!’ or ‘you made me cum’ or ‘I’m in a sex comma’!”

Peers went on, but I ignored him only giving the occasional grunt of acknowledgement as something else popped in my vision.

{Congratulations!!! You have leveled to Enchantress Lvl 12!}

{All stats increase by one.}

{You have one skill point.}

Special Skills Available:

{True Sight (Passive): Cannot be affected by visual hallcinations.}

{Lifesaver (Passive) Cannot have life forcibly taken.}

{Illusionist (Active): Increases Affinity for Illusion Magic.}

As I looked at my new leveling choices, I couldn’t help but give a slight frown. The thing that caught me off guard the most was a skill I had already seen before. Never before had I seen a skill appear twice in a row like that. What did this mean? Furthermore, it didn’t make sense to me. The Cambions had put me under a spell that affected dreams and illusions. I broke through both the dreams and the illusions, and more than that, I was no longer under the illusions. I gave Peers a cautious look, but he had his body turned away from me as he was apparently looking for his clothing. I am no longer under an illusion, right?

Lifesaver normally sounds like a good idea, but I’ve been giving my lifeforce to Peers and the Cambions. Although, potions will eventually replace that, it was still an emergency reserve for them. Then again, In theory I had no interest in being a battery for these people. If I could no longer be used in that way, it’d force them to double down on the potions idea. Except… if the potions don’t work and they can’t even use me as a battery, it’s not like they’d let me go. Rather, death was more likely to be the result. If that wasn’t a good enough reason, part of me also didn’t want to miss out on the intense sexual satisfaction it gave me when the pair of us absorbed life from each other.

Finally, Illusionist gave me affinity for illusion magic. This was another ability that was new to me. My class typically dictates my affinities. This is the first time I’ve seen a skill that gives me a new affinity. Learning magic has been a slow arduous process. Gaining an affinity in a type of magic would certainly help, and illusion magic fits me as well as it fits the Cambions.

However, I could always eventually learn illusion magic from the Cambions. I’d have to for the affinity magic to have any affect anyway, and after that, there was really no rush. Plus, Enchantress is a class that likely ties more to magic than seductress, so it’s possible I already have a good affinity for illusion magic. Remembering the warnings of various literature of the subjects of skills, redundancies were not uncommon, and in the event you get a skill that acts redundantly, the answer was basically tough luck.

My thoughts hovered over True Sight. That’s… a really decent ability, isn’t it? So, why didn’t I want to take it? Both of the passives were good abilities. I looked over at Peers bare back, tall, straight, and warm… and then I sighed. These skills had the potential to change the status quo. If I changed things now, I could ruin everything I’ve gained here. I was afraid. Now that I had something even remotely approaching happiness, I couldn’t give it up.

“Hey, now that I’ve been elected as your secretary and bodyguard by the council as a form of punishment, I should probably encourage you to start making potions.” Peers said jokingly.

I jumped as I realized he had turned back and was looking at me.

“Your more like a prison guard.” I snorted as I glanced away, pretending to look for my clothing to hide the previous flinch.

Peers was silent for a moment until I finally looked back up at him, he looked at me with intense and sympathetic eyes. “The Cambions… they will come to accept you… eventually. I promise it.”

I gave him a gentle smile and a nod before he finally glanced away. Finally, I turned back to the information glowing in front of me, letting out a long gentle breath like a deflating balloon.

{Are you sure you don’t want to use your skill point?}

“Yes.”

Sometimes, ignorance was bliss.

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