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.

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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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Chapter 17

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After Peers had tired himself out on my body. The sex wasn’t bad. It was great actually. Peers was wild and out of control, the +50 charisma almost acting as good as Pheromone in bringing out the animal in a sexual partner, at least where a Cambion like Peers was concerned. He had unreservedly consumed me with his absorb ability. I had then returned with the same, and like always, it created some kind of orgasmic effect that drove me wild.

However, as I fucked him, I felt numb. With mental fortitude and mental resistance, I lacked any shame. So naturally, when it came to fucking a Cambion without illusion, it wasn’t difficult. However, the concern, comfort and care I was starting to feel for Peers… it had been obliterated. I only felt like I was fucking a monster. I might as well be back in that dungeon, earning samples for Reinhart. The worst part is that I knew I was the problem. The illusion only changed his appearance. Yet, it was his appearance I was caught up on.

It was the same way with Min, actually. I couldn’t stop seeing Min as a woman, and somewhere in my brain, I refused to simply find happiness with a woman. Now, here, with Peers, I suddenly found myself unable to find happiness because he wasn’t the same as a man. Was it me? Am I just a shallow person?

However, the more important question, what do I do about it? Now that I’ve calmed down, I could probably put on the mask of acting. I could pretend that I loved Peers… that I don’t see him as a monster. I could pretend that the Cambion colony is fine. I was able to pretend to be a princess for months… acting like a Cambion should be easy. With enough time, I’d get used to it. I could come to love Peers, couldn’t I? He wasn’t a different person, it was just that the change in appearance was too shocking. I just needed some time. I could get past this. I could still find happiness here. The system’s attempt to ruin me failed.

I drifted off to sleep while thinking those things, my body feeling slightly better, and my hand even reaching out and touching Peers. If I didn’t focus on it with my eyes closed, it felt like holding Peers any other day. I forced the mask onto my face. This was my decision. I’d wear the mask until the mask was all there was left.

When I woke up the next morning, Peers wasn’t lying there next to me. There was a note on the bedside. Peers had to go out on another hunting trip, apparently. As to weather the previous night had alarmed him at all, he gave no indication. I could do nothing about it anyway. I’d simply have to treat today like any other day. Therefore, I cleaned myself up and got dressed.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t been prepared from the get go for Cambions to be monsters. I had been pleasantly surprised to see them be so pleasant to the eye, but just because the illusion was gone, didn’t mean anything changed. I kept telling myself that as I put on my clothing. It was then that I noticed the test tubes on my nightstand I had disregarded the day before. I picked up the gold glowing elixir.

I had read about elixirs before. Creating an elixir was both the dream and ultimate goal of every alchemist. There was no singular path to elixir, and every alchemist that had discovered it kept the secret formula tightly on their person. Those that discovered it were called grandmasters and were coveted by all nations. There were only three living grandmasters in the world, two human and one demon. Reinhart was only considered a master, and he’d been working the last ten years trying to create an elixir. If he knew I had stumbled upon a recipe, he’d probably bang his head against a wall and never stop.

I stuck this elixir into my alchemist bag. The bag was mostly a satchel that attached to my belt. The storage ring I had once taken from Denova was long gone. The Cambions had never recovered it from the slavers, or if they had, they didn’t tell me about it. I wouldn’t be too surprised if they hid it. I never asked for it, so they would have no clue it was mine. Why would they openly tell me about it? A storage ring was very expensive, equal to the cost of perhaps two elixirs.

That’s also by the standard cost of other people’s elixirs. If I remembered correctly, elixirs often used very expensive ingredients. Part of the reason there were so few grandmasters is that few masters had access to expensive ingredients they could just play around and test with. However, my elixir used only moderate ingredients. It included the blood of a female and semen of a male Cambion. It also involved something only I could produce. Not only my errr… feminine lubricant… but also the skill that amplified the potion. My Elixir might very well be the cheapest one ever produced, but only I can make it.

After checking myself in a copper mirror to make sure I looked presentable, burning a mask onto my face so that wouldn’t react to the sight of the Cambion’s true forms, I started walking towards the tent flap. At that exact moment, a Cambion burst into the tent, when he saw me, his hand immediately went towards my chest. I responded with a shriek. Even with all of this preparation, to have them suddenly lunge at me was simply too surprising.

The hand pushed me before I could do more. “Aria, stay here! There’s some problems!”

It was Peers’ voice, but he sounded extremely worried. I could only take a few steps back, my face scrunched up in concern as he immediately turned and raced back outside of the tent. I was alone once again, but I could hear sounds. There was a commotion, and it seemed to be growing louder. It sounded like, horses? There was a scream. A sound of metal grating against metal. Soon, I heard more screams. I paced back and forth in my tent, not sure what to do. This had to be something big. Perhaps the camp was being attacked by monsters, or worst, men.

I had to help, didn’t I? I had trained to be an adventurer. I could make fireballs. I could do all kinds of things to fight. It didn’t matter what the Cambions looked like, they were my people, and I needed to protect them! With my confidence resurging, I pushed my way out of the tent. What I saw on the other side was complete anarchy. There was smoke rising, the prison was on fire. People were running. There were Cambions, a few already dead on the ground, and their were others. The others had various appearances. They all wore armor, but some were large, others lanky. Some had tails, some had one eye, others had two… they were different in many different ways, but I had seen this kind of variation before.

“Demons…” It was a group of demons, half monster, half humans who had founded the country to the east.

“Aria… run!” the voice was a woman, a Cambion woman was running towards me.

No sooner did I meet her eyes then a sword pierced through her chest. She stopped in mid run, her mouth opening twice before blood poured out. To me, she looked indistinguishable from the rest of the Cambions running around. However, the voice, the voice I thought I recognized. It was Mary’s voice. The creature collapsed to the side as the sword pulled out of her. Behind her was a man with horns. He looked like a humanized version of a minotaur, but at that exact moment, he looked like the devil.

The sight immediately broke all thoughts I had of fighting back. My mind froze as I stared at his hateful grin and bloodsoaked sword. Summoning my whip and fighting back? Using a seduction skill on him? None of it even occurred to me. I turned and ran back into my tent. Desperately, I looked around the tent, trying to find something, anything that I could use. If I cut the back of the tent, maybe I could run away. Yes, I had to run! That was even Mary’s dying words.

However, by the time I finished those thoughts, the devilish man had already followed me and pushed his way into my tent. I turned around my legs already pressed back against my bed. The man was still holding his bloody sword, but he had a strange grin as he looked at me.

“My, my… aren’t you a pretty one. I didn’t plan to do any raping on this particular expedition, but for you, I might make and excepti…” His voice suddenly drifted off and he shook his head for a second, his face suddenly growing angry. “Right, Cambions… your illusion magic, it’s good. I admit that, almost had me fucking a ugly creature like you. Die, monster!”

I realized that I still had the reborn title attached. He likely saw it as me using some kind of charming magic on him, which only enraged him further. I quickly removed the title, but it was too late. I could only leap back on my bed, barely dodging a swipe of his sword. I immediately held out my hand.

“Jenai!” I called on my possession ability.

The magic was expelled and… nothing. Cautious from the sudden surge of mana, the devilish man also took a step back, but when nothing came of the magic, his hateful grin merely returned. Jenai also did not come. I had not tested the skill since Jenai had been defeated. I had assumed it was simply a matter of Jenai being weakened. Suddenly, the months I had to summon her where I chose not to gave me immense guilt. Had Jenai perished that day? No, it had to be some kind of binding spell. However, now, it didn’t help me in the slightest.

“Fireball!”

Before the demon could lunge forward again, this time I created a fireball. It shot toward the demon. He was surprised for about a second, and then casually waved his sword, cutting the fireball in half and disrupting it in mid-flight. It appeared like he had removed it without the slightest effort. The grin returned on his face, but his eyebrow was also twitching, clearly agitated at the number of surprises I had launched at him.

“Any other surprises?” The man said mockingly.

Of course, my random tossing of spells had given me enough time to think through things. My last trump card was seduction. The problem was that he had resisted charm over 100, would the spells even work the way I wanted them to? I steeled myself to launch every type of seduction on him I could. If I could make him loyal to me, he looked strong. Perhaps he could fight his way out of this camp and take me somewhere safe.

However, before I could start tossing skills, there was a shout.” No!”

While the man was looking at me, he barely had time to turn as a Cambion slammed into his back. A small knife went into the demon’s side, but it ultimately did not appear to be large enough to cause any significant damage to the man who skin’s looked more like leather than anything.

Like before, I couldn’t recognize the Cambion wrestling on the floor with the demon, but the voice… it was Peers, right? I didn’t know what to do. I could start launching my spells now. With the demon distracted, it might be even more effective. However, I kept remembering how he seemed to shake off the effect of my charm, and my confidence was destroyed.

Fortunately, Peers seemed to have the upper hand. Even though he looked very thin and scrawny, he was on top of the monster, punching it’s face with reckless abandoned. I wanted to shout at him to use his knife and stab its eyes, but I wasn’t convinced Peers would hear me. He was too caught up in doing damage with his fists to think of the big picture. That’s when I noticed the sword the devil had been carrying. That would do the trick. I reached down to grab the sword, picking it up in my shaking grasp. Just one strike, and we’d be done.

Before I could take another step towards the pair, a second demon stepped into my tent. My mouth opened, but not a word came out as he immediately took two steps forward and sent his sword right through Peer’s heart. The sword immediately fell from my grasp, and all power left me. I fell back into a sitting position on the bed, unable to move, my mind numb.

The man on top of Peers lifted him off other man using the sword as a grip. After forcing Peers into a standing position, his limp face looked in my direction. Is was clear that the life was already leaving his eyes. With a rough pull, the new demon slid the sword out, causing Peers to drop to the floor dead. The other demon made his way to his feet, fairly unharmed considering his previous pummeling. He took one look at me and then reached out, grabbing the sword I had dropped and picking it up. He immediately pointed it in my direction.

“Well, well, where were we?”

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Chapter 16

Glen and his shenanigans, part 12, but with a warning of Futanari and Lesbian.

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Mother’s talk actually seemed to stop at the most interesting part. That would be the actual discussion of the birds and the bees! She had glossed over most of the stuff about having sex, and merely focused on the repercussions and expectations of the women who wanted to take me. She told me to keep my seed to myself, and to gift it sparingly. In my old world, it was customary to have to take a woman out on three dates before she was willing to put out. Then, at the very least, she got three dinners out of the guy before giving him what he really wanted.

In this world, the situation was opposite. If girls wanted my seed, I had to make them pay the cost, and seed in this world is way more important than sex ever was in my world! A girl can’t just go home and make sperm herself if a date goes bad. Therefore, men were given a considerable amount of leeway. In short, the 35-year-old me had been reborn into a world where every woman wanted to fuck me and there was absolutely no repercussions. Not only could I spread my genes unreservedly, the woman I impregnated wouldn’t expect me to follow through and take care of the babies. I’m still not convinced I didn’t die and go to heaven.

That night, after wandering off to bed, I had a wonderful wet dream. I dreamed that I had started teasing mom about the birds and the bees. Using the innocent 12-year-old mom thought me to be, I trapped her in erotic and naughty questions she couldn’t handle. Pretending to be blindly innocent, I’d force her to describe the act of sex in detail. I watched as my beautiful mother blushed and squirmed over talking about erections and anal sex. Actually, now that I think about it, how does this world handle anal sex? Since it didn’t make babies, does that mean the booty is off limits?

Of course, my wife never let me stick it in her ass. A few whores did, but they doubled the price. As to how it felt, it felt like I tossed away $100 when I could have just been fucking their pussy. At least one of the two whores let me blow it inside her ass. Man, ever since that maid last night, I just really want to blow a load inside someone.

Naturally, those desires spilled into my dream, and soon I was asking mom to show me what boobs looked like. Perhaps what was so erotic about the dream is that in reality, my mother had never denied me anything. If I genuinely asked her to show me what boobs were like, I wasn’t entirely unsure it wouldn’t play out exactly like in my dreams. The alternative, of course, is that she found a maid and used the maid to show me titties. However, with the fifteen-year-old gone, all the maids are older women in their forties or more. Still, the thought of watching my mom play with another woman’s tits while “showing me” wasn’t disagreeable.

In the dream, my mom show me her tits, which were pert and perfect, just like I had imagined them to be. I had used nostalgia, hinting at how I used to suck on her nipples, in order to get dream mom to let me lick them. Then, I wanted to know what a pussy looked like. I didn’t get a good look with the maid, or so I said. What did it taste like? What did mommy’s pussy feel like? Soon, I was balls deep in my mother, who still couldn’t stop blushing and looking flustered like she had no clue how things had progressed this far!

Just as I started to cum inside mom, the dream broke apart and I woke up in my bed. I was still cumming as I woke up, feeling the stickiness all over my sheets, my underwear, and my hand. As to my hand, I realized it was holding some kind of fabric. I quickly wiped up the mess the best I could using the fabric and handed before I pulled out the cloth. It took my eyes a moment to adjust in the darkness, but I finally realized the cloth I had been rubbing on my cock and finally jizzed on was actually the maid’s panties.

Some time during the night, I must have pulled it out of my pocket, and started holding it as I fondled my erection during sleep. Those once fresh panties were now smeared with white gobs and dried streaks. Had the maid known her panties would end up being the final resting place for gobs of my cum, she’d likely faint in frustration. This sticky gunk that was now staining her panties was really what all the fuss was about? This is what she wanted from me?

I tossed the panties in a drawer, rolled over, and went back to sleep. I woke up in the next morning when the curtains were suddenly pulled apart by a maid who had just entered.

“Master, it is noon, you should wake up.”

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and glanced over at the maid. She was a woman I knew very intimately. She was responsible for my baths, my feedings, and basically anything else mom wasn’t available for. Her name was Veris, and she was a forty-year-old woman in a maid outfit. Despite this, I still felt my cock move a bit. If you combined the ages of 35 and twelve, I’d lived 47 years of life. If anything, this woman was younger than I was! The twelve-year-old’s memories always just saw Veris as some old lady who took care of him. However, with my new memories, I was seeing her in a new light.

Veris had actually had a baby when she was only sixteen, which is why she was trusted by my mother. That baby was now a twenty-four-year old woman who was looking for a man of her own. I suddenly wondered if Veris’s years of service weren’t designed to get me to unload cum in her daughter. However, daughter aside, Veris herself wasn’t so bad looking. First off, she was wearing the always erotic maid outfit. She was up on her tippy-toes trying to move the curtains, and the maid outfits, like everything else in this world, lacked modesty. I could see the bottom crest of her ass just covered by her short maid skirt. If she got a little higher, I’d be able to tell her panty colors. On top of that, the light was shining through the window, giving her a morning glow that outlined her body, which still looked youthful for a woman in her forties.

My maid is kind of hot, isn’t she?

Her skin wasn’t as perfectly smooth as my mother’s, but she also had a more down to earth appearance like that of a working-class girl. She had brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She had a strong nose and chin, but even within her roughness I could tell her skin was soft and lotioned to the touch. I knew this from experience more than sight. It was clear mom took care of the staff well. She had long fingers, long painted nails, but her hands felt soft and gentle. When she noticed me staring at her, she turned to me, smiled, and gave a rather elegant curtsy which still hid her panty colors.

“Do you want my sperm too?” I jumped as I realized the words came out my mouth.

I was just thinking that, but it must have been too early in the morning, because before I knew it, I had said exactly what I was thinking! Veris’s smile froze as she looked at me, but she recovered surprisingly fast with a chuckle.

“Master, I heard about what happened… yesterday. I’m sorry I wasn’t in the mansion. I had also been fooled my Tinya’s innocence. I never would have expected her to attack you so. I’m truly sorry.” Veris changed the subject and leaned forward, a little cleavage showing from the top of her shirt. “I see you haven’t even been properly cleaned since last night. Please allow me to take care of it.”

I jumped as I realized that while I was staring at Veris’s cleavage, she was staring at my crotch. Looking down, I realized that I was in nothing but my underwear, and that underwear was covered with white stains from last night. Veris had misunderstood it to be mess from my sex with the other maid…. It turned out the girl’s name was Tinya. In truth, she had torn off my underwear before anything happened, and I had used a washcloth to wipe up before bed. This mess was all a result of last night’s wet dream.

“This… uh, I can take care of it.”

“Nonsense!” Veris’s scoffed, “I’ve been washing you for twelve years, don’t suddenly start thinking you’re all grown up just because a girl sucked your peter.”

I couldn’t help but blush, while Veris merely went to the bathroom to fill up a washbasin. Running water and plumbing were another part of this world that suggested it must be modern. Even so, my memories had no mention of a shower, and tubs were actually filled by the sink. It was little changes like this that made it noticeably another world. I also still received regular sponge baths from my mom and Veris. A full emerged bath was a rarity in this world that I only got maybe once a month.

“Alright, pull down your underwear.” Veris ordered, her tone holding no nonsense.

I obliged, glade to see that my dick was behaving itself for once, and hadn’t become aroused by Veris’s maid outfit yet. Veris stared down at my dick, which still looked a little sticky from the gobs inside the underwear that hadn’t dried yet. I wanted to hide myself shyly, but Veris had seen me so much according to those memories that getting worked up in modesty now would appear odd. Thus, I could only grin and bare it. Veris immediately dipped a wash cloth into the hot, suddy water and splashed it on my cock.

“Ah!” I let out a little cry from the heat.

Veris began to vigorously wash it. Being touched and cleaned by someone else was a weird experience. The towel was rough enough that it didn’t feel too erotic. However, Veris seemed to be incredibly thorough, and many times the towel would slip and her wet palm would end up running up and down my wet groin. Eventually, Veris, used one hand to grab the head, pulling out my penis so that she could properly clean the shaft. Unfortunately, this level of stimulation, along with me still thinking about all the sex this world promised, and my erection return.

My face drained of color as my penis started to engorge. Two wipes and it went from totally limp to erect. Suddenly, Veris’s palm which had been gripping it, was pushed apart by the swelling mass. As soon as she realized it was hardening, her eyebrow rose and she gave a tsk.

“I was afraid this would happen.” Veris sighed.

“I’m sorry.” I responded apologetically.

Veris looked at me with a worried look and shook her head. “Don’t be, young master. That silly girl had to come and stimulate you in that way last night, and this must have jump started your maturity. Now, you’re going to be getting these regularly. I’ve read about this in books. Don’t you worry. Your mother had thought of this and given me permission to take care of it.”

“Take care of it?” The words came out in surprise.

Veris only nodded. “Now that the erections come, you need to be made to ejaculate often. They say that boys who don’t cum regularly when they’re young get a low sperm count. Your mother wants you to be properly fertile, so if you ever feel an erection coming along, get me or one of the other maids to take care of it for you, do you hear?”

I would have laughed at the things Veris was saying, but she was saying them with absolute sincerity. As it turns out, in this world, there are a lot of strange wife’s tales involving men. It could also be, in the absence of a large amount of men, there wasn’t as much scientific knowledge about them. I could imagine when there are only 1 in 1000 men, plus the normal likelihood of getting pregnant during any copulation, that women would be willing to do or believe anything to increase male fertility.

As to how Veris planned to help my ‘condition’, she didn’t wait at all, putting both of her hands in the soapy water, she rubbed them together until they were full of suds, and then immediately grasped on to my dick like she was grasping a rope she planned to tug. Although Veris was only sixteen when she lost her virginity and had her baby, that didn’t mean she had an abnormally large amount of experience with dicks. Still, she had prepared for this day, and using the soap as lubricant, she quickly had her palms, one gripping each side of my shaft to keep her nails away. She slid her palms rapidly up and down my member with vigorous enthusiasm and determination.

I could only lean back and enjoy the show, moaning as her hands moved faster and faster on my cock. I watched her as she worked. Her expression was very focused, which looked somewhat cute given the circumstances. For an adult woman to be so focused on her hand movements, it was clear she was giving this her all. I was getting a handjob by a cute 40-year-old maid! On top of that, she might as well have been a virgin to handjobs. There’s more! I was only a 12-year-old boy! I really couldn’t believe how wonderful this life of mine had become.

“Ah, ah, ah!” I let out moans to fill the room along side the only other noise, the slick sound of her hands stroking my meat.

“Little Master, don’t hold back now, I’ll make sure to clean up your mess when you finish. To finish properly!” Veris reassured me with a stern voice.

I wanted to laugh at how silly this was, but I could only keep moaning at the incredible feel of her soft hands rubbing my cock with extreme precision and determination. Suddenly, I found myself wanting more. Her breasts weren’t bad. They sagged a little, this hot MILF showing a bit of the signs of age, but when pushed together they’d fit my dick quite nicely. Her pert little mouth also looked as delectable as the other girl, Tinya. Maybe I could get her to use her mouth? Maybe, I could get her to use her pussy? Veris said she’d take care of it, but there was no specification of what I could use to take care of it. If I slid my dick into her moist pussy that hasn’t seen a man in 24 years, wouldn’t that be great?

Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to turn those thoughts into actions. Just thinking about sticking it in was enough to push me over the edge, and soon I shot out four or five gobs of semen up into the air. The first batch caught Veris off guard, and it almost hit her face before landing on my stomach. The second and third were much more under her control, and she blocked them with one of her warm, soft, soapy hand, the second hand slowing down as she finished jacking me off. She collected all the semen into her palm and stood up finally, heading over to the wash basin.

Suddenly, a thoughtful expression appeared on her face. As I finished recovering my breath, my soapy dick finally starting to soften. I was now in need of another cleaning, with white sticky streaks mixed into the suds. However, Veris didn’t immediately return. Instead, she seemed to be almost frozen, staring into her soapy palm. Still recovering from my own orgasm, it took me a second to realize that what she was staring at was my seed she had collected in her hand.

“You want it?” I asked.

Veris jumped, looked at me in surprise, and then gave a breath of relief, immediately dumping her hands, and the white gunk into the basin. Her breath seemed to return to normal and she shook her head with a chuckle to herself. Her eyes seemed to hold some self-derision.

“I’m sorry master. I thought I’d be long past it, but that white stuff of yours is practically gold for women. Even with the soap likely killing all chance, I find myself tempted to slide some up and see what happens.” Veris looked up and gave me a guilty expression.

“Is that to say you want me to get you pregnant?” I asked innocently.

Veris barks a laugh, reaching out and touching my nose with a cleaned finger, leaving some suds behind. “You darling child, master, please don’t tempt me. I’ve only known the touch of a man once in my life and was fortunate enough to have a child from that first try. Even though I think these hips could push out another, I’d never want to jeopardize the life I have here for it.”

“Ah, but you’ve taken care of me for so long, I don’t mind taking care of you.” My devious side started to surface.

Veris gives me a smile, not taking my words seriously, but even so, there looked to be some temptation in them. It was truly exhilarating to see just the promise of my cum be so tempting to women. I could have been offering her a million dollars for the effect it showed. If even a loyal maid of the family could become flustered and tempted, what chance did my sisters have? In fact, what chance did any woman have?

I reeled in my excitement. I had to remember the words my mother said the previous night. Women wanted nothing to do with me after I gave my seed to them. Therefore, the trick was getting women to give me as much as possible before giving them my seed. For example, answering more question on anal, if I wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, I needed to promise her I’d cum in her pussy. As long as I didn’t do it, though, she’d remain mine, giving her ass to me every night until she got what she wanted. Perhaps when she told me her own story, that wasn’t quite what she meant, but I still took the lesson to heart.

Dad had stringed mom along for ages based on the promise of his seed. In the end, she couldn’t even imagine getting her seed from anyone else. Although I never met the man from this world, I had a bit of respect for him. He played mom perfectly. The only difference was that he seemed to have some taste for monogamy. Meanwhile, I had no such reservations. I mean, come on, being lucky enough to reincarnate in this paradise of pussy, and then not sampling every flower? That’d be insanity!

However, where other men pumped and dumped, using and being used by women, I could gain a bit more. For example, by putting it in Veris’s mind that I might give her more seed in the future, she’ll be even more loyal and dedicated to me. Perhaps, I could lead a lot of women around by the promise of my seed.

Here I am, plotting deviously. While my mom thinks I’m a confused 12 year old trying to understand my sexuality, I’m already busy plotting to create my own harem! Speaking of which…

“Veris… I’d be very happy to give you my baby. Since Tinya is gone, wouldn’t that mean Veris has to take over her responsibilities?”

Veris’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth covered with shock. It wasn’t simply the promise of making her with child, but Veris knew very well that Tinya’s role was to be my playmate. Naturally, Veris was the one who was supposed to train Tinya on how to perform. Admittedly, other than the one time, all of Veris’s practice had been on a rubber dong and instructional guides, but she was glad to see the hand technique she developed successfully satisfied the young master. She also understood the implications that sex would be involved in Tinya’s roles.

“I’m too old…” Veris finally shook her head savagely. “If anything, master would do me a great favor if you could impregnate my daughter. Even she is a bit old for you, but she wasn’t as fortunate as I. Her first time didn’t get her pregnant.”

“How about, I have both of you!” The mature me was breaking through the 12-year-old façade, the appearance of this sexy flustered maid kept me from acting the part of the proper innocent boy.

I was holding both of Veris’s wet hands in my own, and I was staring at her aggressively. Veris was breathing hard, her cheeks flushed. Clearly, my words were too sweet to resist for this woman. She was struggling harder and harder to see me as a childish 12-year-old, to separate her propriety from her heart. After taking care of my penis to ejaculation, no matter how young I was, it would leave her at least a little aroused. Immediately after, I began to attack her most inner desires, giving the hapless maid no way out.

“Please… master… you tease too much.” Veris started to cry, looking at me longfully and desperately.

I was so shocked, I couldn’t react when she finally pulled her hands away from mine. Immediately, she straightened her dress and looked away, standing up in a rush.

“Veris…” I started.

“If that will be all, Young Master, I’ll be on my way. Please call me if you need anything else.” Veris responded stiffly, not meeting my eyes.

Before I could stop her, she turned the rest of the way and walked out of the room in a huff. She actually left the cleaning job unfinished. The tub of water and cloth were abandoned as she fled the room. As soon as the door closed, I gave a tsk.

“I guess my seduction techniques are a little rusty. I came on a little too strong.”

In the end, I ended up scaring the maid away. The older me just couldn’t keep his erection down. I kept thinking of plowing her with my head resting in her rack, and soon I was promising her everything. This was going to be a little harder than it looks. My cum is the reward, but I can’t hang it in front of women too aggressively or it’ll scare them away. And if I give it too willingly, then I’ll be the one taken advantage of. Yes, this father I never knew taught me an important lesson, but I still had a long way to go.

I finished cleaning myself up using the wash basin, putting it at the side of the bed. After getting dressed, I found that there was a plate at my door with food for lunch. I happily devoured my meal while thinking about what I’d do next. Since the maids were a bust, I guess it was time to visit my sisters.

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“Of course, Ruffian’s like you from the Outlands probably don’t get to enjoy wonderful cuisine such as we have in the civilized world. We’ll be going to my personal mansion for lunch. My mansion is already hosting numerous out-of-town dignitaries and lords of minor fiefdoms.” Reginald’s expression turned displeased in that final part. “But of course, your home is my home. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.”

He gave a look that suggested he didn’t really mean that. He is saying the words, but he clearly would rather play host to nobody, and certainly not you. Only when he glances over at the beautiful women by your side does he give a thoughtful look of consideration, although it is one you don’t like at all. Still, he must have done something to piss of the King if the King is forcing him to cater to this.

The city was large, dirty, and smelly. Reginald at least had rented out a small, crappy carriage to take you to the mansion, but it looks like it was picked on a budget. Then again, you’ve never traveled with classic horses and carriages before. The mansion is installed with all the modern amenities of air conditioning and lighting. The city of Riun itself was always small with a low population, but since you rebuilt it, the city has indoor plumping, paved streets, and streetlights. Suffice it to say, even had the carriage been nice, you wouldn’t have much of a better time of it.

The current world of magic is a bit of a shithole comparatively. Even the girls who had grown up in this sort of environment have grown somewhat used to the posh lifestyle you provided. Thus, no one is quite happy, their asses banging on hard chairs with barely any padding. It’s pretty hard to listen to Reginald’s talk of the grandness of the Empire’s Capitol City when you’re bumping through muddy roads. Even the Riun of old had dry dusty roads that reminded you of the old western towns. This “modern” capitol city more closely resembled a 16^th century London without the cobblestone streets.

Either way, you found yourself in front of a mansion on the outskirts of town in short order. Reginald gets out ahead of you, another act that tightens Sebastian’s looks and tells you this is supposed to be another slight.

“Behold, isn’t this mansion breathtaking?” Reginald gestures excitedly.

“Isn’t this place kind of small? Owner’s is bigge-“

“Shh!” Merida kicked Rapunzel, keeping her from finishing her thought.

Fortunately, the snobby noble was too busy admiring his own home to hear their words. You merely role your eyes. Not that you are counting rooms, but considering your mansion would probably be about 30 rooms, then this mansion is about 15. This didn’t take into effect your yard which was three times the size when not in a crowded city and all of the magical modifications which broke the physical laws of space. Suffice it to say, with other people already in the mansion, your girls might all have to share one room.

“How many other families we talking about here?” You ask.

Reginald gives a start. This is the first question you have asked since he started escorting you, so he is taken aback for a moment. Once absorbing your question he merely gives a shrug.

“No one else with… gladiators.” He said dryly as he eyed your women. “Six other lords, their wives, and maids. I’ll be able to spare you three rooms. For you and your lady, one for the maids, and the last for your butler, I suppose. As for your gladiators, I’d expect you could get them an inn in the city. If you’d rather, I can prepare a spot in the stable.”

A slight shake of Sebastian’s head tells you that he isn’t being intentionally an asshole. He had been surprised that the woman are actually the gladiators you had selected for the championship when Sebastian had mentioned it to him on the carriage ride. Gladiator’s are commoners, after all, and so while the nobles did their noble things, commoners did their common thing. They might be provided for by their lord, but in normal situations it’d be closer to an employee/employer relationship. A lord boarding with his guards would seem odd. Suffice it to say, you didn’t see it the same way, and never put any propriety into ranks before. The women didn’t seem bothered by it at all.

“Actually, I’d prefer they stay by my side. For… safety reasons.”

“Sir, my mansion is well guarded.” Reginald points to a guard at each of the doors. “On my life, I’d never let harm come to a foreign dignitary, no matter how… erm… outlandish they are.”

“Still, as you can see, my gladiators are beautiful women, I don’t want to risk them being harmed before the competition.”

“He just doesn’t want some other man to hit on us while we’re at an inn unattended.” Merida whispers to Mushu, who nods in agreement.

You ignore the two women who are looking for a strapping and give a smile. Meanwhile, the other girls seem mostly pleased that you’re not getting rid of them. Even Tiana is a little relieved she doesn’t have to face the snobbish nobility without other women at her back supporting her.

Reginald thinks about it for a moment before shrugging. “Very well, I can’t give you any extra rooms, but I’ll have it taken care of.”

Reginald was surprisingly amendable. In fact, providing rooms for my personal maid and butler could already be considered a bit of respect. Reginald had grown up in a xenophobic human country, so he natural held distaste for part humans, but he was corrupted by the same noble society that had corrupted Tiana. You didn’t know this, but there were many nobles who wouldn’t even allow a demi-human in their home, let alone offer to board them.

“Alright, then, let’s go!”

“Actually, my owner, I’d like to visit the city for a while. Do what I do best?” Rapunzel interrupts.

“You do things?” You ask in shock.

“Ah… owner, I’m a rogue… an information specialist?” Rapunzel leans in and whispers quietly. “A spy?”

“Oh, yeah, I seem to remember something about that.”

“Owner is so cruel.” Rapunzel let’s out a depressed breath, “Anyway, the point is, I want to get information on who’s fighting who, and the players in the tournament.”

“Okay, have fun.”

Rapunzel nods, but then hesitates for a moment. “You know, I’ll be in the city, all alone.”

You give a frown, not quite sure what she means. “Yeah, I know.”

“In order to get information, I may have to go to a few inns, buy a few drinks, fraternize with a few men…”

“Okay, then get to it.”

Rapunzel was now frowning unhappily. “Maybe a guy even feels me up? Maybe some guy tries to take advantage of me, yeah?”

“Well, don’t let that happen.” You say, scratching your cheek awkwardly.

“Owner, don’t you… feel any issues?”

“Hah? I’m good? What are you even getting at?”

“I-I’m a virgin. I could… you know… maybe… be taken advantaged of… unless my owner…”

“Unless what?”

“Owner, can’t you just deflower me!” Rapunzel snaps, however, these words came out loud enough that everyone present could hear.

Once again, Reginald has his mouth open, while all the other girls merely have wry or sympathetic looks, knowing she is still the odd girl out. Rapunzel’s eyes start to shine with tears, and then with a jump she scampers off into the city without looking back, escaping the embarrassing slip. You all watch her leave in silence.

“Ahem.” Reginald finally interrupts. “If you don’t mind, supper will be started soon and I’ll escort you to your rooms to prepare.”

You nod, following after Reginald. “I still don’t know what Sebastian is going to do with two bedrooms…”

“Huh? There is a bedroom for you and your lady, and then…” Reginald starts.

“That’s the thing, with all my ladies with me…” You shrug, looking over at all the girls.

Realizing what your implying, all of the women can’t help but form excited looks on their faces.

“A-all!?” Reginald nearly trips. “E-even the maids?”

The maids have the most excited looks of all, and when Reginald’s looks at them, they’re happily nodding with tears in their eyes. At this point, the girls are barely even able to stand, leaning on each other for support. Not that these girls were delicate in the first place, but any shame they have is nonexistent at this point.

Almost unconsciously, all the girls start getting closer to you, as if establishing them all as your lady. Tiana only pouts a little finding her spot suddenly very crowded by other women. Meanwhile, Reginald can only look thoughtfully as your group walks into his mansion as a huddled, horny mass. A simple looking man is surrounded by seven beautiful women, all looking very thirsty.

“Perhaps… this Riun is a place I should visit sometime?” Reginald suddenly finds the Outlands may be not as bad as he was taught.

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