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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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Walking out of the milking room, Ryoko was still both horny and shocked. Hundreds of non-pregnant women were being milked! And the product was flavored milk!

 

Calming down, Ryoko began looking through the catalog she was given by Shizuka. Unlike what she expected the catalog didn’t contain any pictures of any of the women, which disappointed her.

 

The thick catalog’s first few pages were all about how women were milked, and the things like the milk’s nutrients etc. Going a little bit further, the pages were contained details of the milking cows, and the three flavors. A total of 50 names were under every flavor, and beside the name were the three measurements of their body’s and a rating which defined their beauty.

 

Being the picky girl that she was, Ryoko picked out two women of every flavor whose rating satisfied her. Having picked her 6 women, Ryoko planned on leaving the factory and go back home, when she noticed that all the women after coming out of the room once again lined up and moved further inside the factory.

 

‘What are they going to do now?’

 

Her curiosity piqued, Ryoko began following them. Not long after walking, every single cowgirl was standing in the middle of a room which was filled with water jets all around.

 

Once every milkgirl was inside the room, Ryoko turned around and saw that a woman similar to those who milked the others pressed a button on the wall. Once the button was pressed water began flowing out of the nozzles around the room.

 

It was once again Ryoko’s turn to be shocked. The women were being washed like animals in a barn. After being milked they were being washed up in public. It seems like being a milkwoman isn’t easy after all.

 

“It’s not like we don’t believe in them, but we can’t take any risks regarding their hygiene can we?”

 

Coming up and standing beside Ryoko, Ryu began explaining about the reason behind the public shower.

 

“Also with so many jets of water surrounding them, it is more or less the same as them properly washing themselves.”

 

Hearing what Ryu said, Ryoko couldn’t deny it. After all there were jets covering every single part of the room making it impossible to not get clean even if they don’t want to.

 

After 3 minutes of water wash, the jets began spraying liquid soap, and then it was once again time for the water.  And finally after water stopped flowing, wind began flowing and stated drying them all.

 

It really was like Ryu said, it was impossible for the women to stay dirty even if they want. Once the drying session was over, all women left the room and went out of the factory.

 

“All of this feels like a dream Ryu.”

 

“I know, but this is reality.”

 

Speaking his part, Ryu and Ryoko walked out of the factory and got into their car and left the factory with Ryu driving them back home. It seemed like Sakura wanted to spend some time with her sister, and thus didn’t come back with them.

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“What are you doing out here?”

“Oh, the girls said something about Snow White smelling. Guess she didn’t clean herself after the war, so they’re preparing her for insemination.” You respond before realizing who was asking.“Huh, eh? Florian? You’re back in the mansion?”

Florian scratches the back of his neck and laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, well, I got dragged back to the mansion during clean up and sort of got filled in on a little bit of what happened. It turns out I’ve been problematic for you and your city.”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Florian suddenly bows down, lowering his head. “I’m sorry! I know I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but in the end you saved me. Thank you!”

“Hey, the reason I kept you alive was because of Nala.”

“Nala? Right, of course.” Florian closes his eyes for a second before straightening himself up while wearing an apprehensive look.

“Nala, she… stopped by shortly after I had woke up.”

“Oh?” You knew she had stopped by his room and it had caused you some distress, but she didn’t stay long so you chose to ignore the lingering jealousy. She’d be wearing a collar soon and then you could rest easy knowing your girls are faithful. “And what did Nala say?”

“She… uh… told me that she liked me.” Florian laughs. “Uh, don’t give me that dark look. She said liked, as in the past tense. She then told me that you, and I’m quoting so excuse my French here, she ‘likes your big, hard dick and “likes to get fucked hard’, she said my ‘tiny bitch dick’ is no longer enough to satisfy her. Then, she ran out of the room crying.”

You can’t help but break out laughing at his apparent description of the events. Besides being shocking words for Nala to declare, they are also shocking words to come out of the ever polite Florian.

“Yeah, so how’d you take it?” You probe cautiously.

Florian chuckles wryly. “I was really jealous and resentful at first. Then, I was just pissed at how much I missed out on! Fuck, Nala’s hot! I could have been ball’s deep in that filthy snatch for days and I fucked it up trying to be the good guy!”

You let out a breath in surprise. Had you been drinking anything, it would have been spit up all over Florian’s face. This was definitely not the kind of words that you ever would have expected to come out of Florian’s mouth.

“You… are you sure you’re alright? The slug didn’t give you brain damage, right?”

Florian let out a laugh, his cheeks only blushing slightly. “Ah, well, earlier today I woke up on the ground after you removed the slug. I was in a pile of naked sexy women surrounded by goblins who were pounding them aggressively. I was so beat up I couldn’t move, but as I lied there with a goblin’s balls rubbing up and down my cheek as he pounded a girl from behind… my nose was shoved up her snatch with her thighs wrapped around my forehead, by the way… It was a first row ticket. You could say I was in the splash zone… ahem… well… as my eyes were stained and I started to loose consciousness, my life flashed before my eyes and I started to reflect on the path I had taken.”

“Naturally…” You fought to keep a straight face as you nod sympathetically.

“You have so many women, and you take and give with extreme prejudice. In another story, you might even be called a monster or a demon. However, here, you’re a hero. You even stopped a demon god… with your penis.”

Florian sighs and continues. “I spent most of my life thinking I knew what was right. I interpreted the world to my own satisfaction. I was convinced of a certain right and a certain wrong, and before I knew it, I was a 20-year-old virgin who had friend zoned every girl he ever knew!”

“Ah, well…” you find yourself at a loss for words.

“It wasn’t always that way.” Florian continues. “I wasn’t always surrounded by women. At first, I was just trying to be the nice guy, thinking women wanted some guy to treat them right. Soon, women started walk all over me. Back on Earth, I was that guy friend who’d they ask to drive them someplace, only to find out that place was their boyfriend’s pad where they were looking to get dick. Had to pick those bitches up after too, drunk and smelling like sex, I’d drive those fucking sluts home and not even get a kiss.

“So, I started to change. I stopped becoming a nice guy and became self-righteous instead. Suddenly, the women wanted to be around me, but every time a girl got close I remembered those fucking bitches who always used me, and I found myself unwilling to even acknowledge their affection. Once I acknowledged their affection, I always thought they’d then start using me again… at least that was where my mind was at.”

“Why are you telling me this? You’re not coming on to me, are you? I mean, I considered turning you into a girl for plot convenience, but that ship has sailed…”

“Uh, yeah… I like my penis where it is, okay…”

“I could give you a vagina as well, apparently that’s a thing people want.”

“I’ll pass.”

“Alright. Well, is that all you wanted to say?”

“Hah…” Florian gave another sigh. “I know you don’t want me around your harem. I’d probably be the same way if I had so many hot girls willing to suck dick at a moments notice. I’ll be leaving soon. I just wanted to say… thank you.”

You shrug. “Like I said, it was Nala…”

“No, I’m not thanking you for saving me this time. I mean… about waking me up. I got too self-righteous. I stopped thinking about my own happiness and just did what I arbitrarily decided was the greater good. I got off on being the hero. I got off on girls putting me on the pedestal. And I got so afraid of losing my place on the pedestal I never even took advantage of the girls who put me there.  Thanks for giving me a new lease on life. I’ll be going!” Florian gives one more bow before turning and walking away abruptly.

“Hey!” You call as he makes it half way down the hallways. “What do you plan to do now?”

Florian glances back, looking thoughtful for a second, and then laughs. “Head back to the human continent, maybe? Duck those stupid nobles who want to use me, certainly. I think I might seduce a woman or ten. Yeah… become an Adventurer, make some money, buy a mansion, start a harem. Rescue a few damsel, give them six inches.”

“Aren’t you just copying me?” You snort. “Wait, just six inches?”

“Hey, not everyone has a giga penis!” Florian growls back.

The pair of you glare at each other for a few minutes before breaking into laughter. “Hey, at this point you’re probably the closest thing I’ll ever get to a male friend in this novel, so stay out of trouble.”

Florian wipes a tear from his eye and responds indigently. “You’re one to talk! Well, whatever. And hey, in the future, can you not netorare my women, that’d be just super.”

“I promise nothing, but I’ll say I’ve already got enough human girls, so my future women will probably be demihumans, goddesses, and demon lords.”

“Noted. But aren’t you running out of names?”

“Yeah, everyone complains about how the harem is too big, but they don’t realize that Anna and Elsa were the last two big names. The list has been filled. Once I conquer the demon lords the harem is complete.”

“Really? No more women for you?”

“Ah, well, there could always be an Alice, or a Wendy, or an Esmeralda, or a Vanellope von Schweetz…”

“Naturally…”

“But yeah, with kids now, I’m going to be taking a breather soon. See the sights. Work on training… I mean giving my ladies attention. That kind of stuff.”

“Good luck on that… uh… this conversations turned a little weird, I’m not even 100% sure what we’re talking about, so I’m going to head out.”

“Yeah, See ya, I’m going to go impregnate a goblin.”

“Have fun with that, I’ve… uh… seen all the goblin impregnation… to last… eons…” Florian wears a dark haunted look for a second before shaking out of it and giving a laugh. “Well, to each their own.”

He finally turns away and walks off, only throwing up his hand in a wave as he turns a corner. You give a nod to yourself as you watch him leave, realizing that he and you might not be so different after all. You’re just two guys, thrown into another world, looking to find happiness however they can. And like that, two heroes part ways, forging their own isekai paths to pussy.

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After constructing the last of the collars for the moment, you look on curiously as Snow White approaches you, surprisingly looking a bit shy despite her usual domineering, intimidating nature.

“Warrior. That was, eh… fine work you did!” Snow White declares loudly. “And uh… the goblin army has finished cleaning up the zealots and have returned to their underground bunker with their pregnant women in tow.”

This seemed to be something akin to small talk for her, something she certainly isn’t used to doing. The way she looks awkward trying to be casual is a little cute. However, the Snow White you know wouldn’t be talking to you unless she had something important to say. She is neither an overly affectionate woman nor a particularly social one.

Other than the odd friendship with Kida, Snow White remains a bit of a lone wolf. Most of the other girls have formed cliques as their numbers grow. Despite Ariel’s venerable position as harem bitch and Tiana’s pitiable position as harem whore, the two girls had quickly moved to being quite close, and when Ariel isn’t up to sexual shenanigans she often would be with Tiana and Aurora while Merida stands nearby as a guard. This could be called the noble girls. Grimhilde also seems to drift into that group, but since her sisters showed up earlier, she’s been near them to help them acclimate to their new roles as haremettes. Together, they’d be the demon lord girls.

When Grimhilde isn’t doing that, she is helping Kida with her pseudo-role as mayor of the town. In the absence of any kind of formal government outside your lordship, Kida has used the adventuring guild as the local law enforcement and source of rule until something more official can be determined. Add Snow White who manages the army, and Cinderella who functions as a secretary because of her source of information on the modern amenities you added to the town… and you have the town hall girls.

While Mulan also has the loner attitude, her clingy sister Mushu has kept her company of recent. Naturally. Megara has seemed to catch their ear recently, dragging in Nala and Belle. You could call them the Union girls.

Finally, Elena protects her sister, but Pocohantas has seemingly taken a liking to the sisters as well and sometimes acts as Elena’s older sister. As a former man (fake), she still had some adjustments to being a woman, and Pocohantas has been the most reliable at giving her proper information. Including Elena’s pet, Rapunzel. You could call these the natural girls, or you could also call them the Elena fan club as her cute demeaner and innocence is what ties all of the girls to her.

“What is it? What do you want?” Albeit Snow White’s attempts at beating around the bush are cute, you decide to immediately go for the heart of the matter while shaking away your thoughts on character dynamics.

Snow White suddenly straightens like she has just been goosed before nodding and speaking quietly. “Yes, um, earlier, Warrior chose to claim this Queen’s womb.”

As soon as she says this, she piques the interest of several of the nearby girls. Tiana and Ariel are leaning close in a not too obvious way, but even the demon lord girls are feigning a conversation while they listen to the conversation.

“Yes, and?” You inquire out loud, not really caring who hears.

A blush forms on Snow White’s cheeks before she forces herself onward. “That is, to say… you came inside me, for the first time. The other goblins, their women… are all… pregnant. There gestation period is only a week or two. Therefore…”

Snow White seems to have lost her ability to speak any more of the question, so you simply shrug. “You want to know if I made you pregnant?”

If she was light yellow before, her skin turned a deep yellow now. “That is… of course, female goblins are exceptionally rare, and virtually infertile. It would be very difficult for this queen…”

“Ah, well, I didn’t make you pregnant.”

“Yes… of course.” Snow White tries to hide a flash of disappointment before she puts on a brave smile, nods, and turns away. “Very well, then I’ll be going.”

You sigh, pulling off your blacksmith’s apron, “Well then, we’ll just have to get you pregnant this time!”

“Huh!” Snow White’s eyes go wide as she spins back. “No, Warrior! This is actually best! I do not wish to have children at this time. As the general, it would be bad if I were to become pregnant!”

“Haha! It’s cute you say that like I’ve ever given you a choice!”

“B-b-but… Warrior… this is… why?”

You shrug. “I wanted to have some baby daughter to bounce on my knees and instead I got these incestuous twins who’d rather bounce on my cock.”

“Hey, sister. Father called us incestuous. What is incestuous? Can we eat it?” Anna asks.

“Mmm…” Elsa nods excitedly. “I think it means we can eat Father’s cock.”

“Then we must be as incestuous as possible for Father’s sake!”

“I want to bounce on Father’s knee.”

“I want to bounce on Father’s cock.”

“Can we do both?”

“At the same time?”

You ignore the twins as they talk to each other with such sweet dark words. “Anyway, you said it yourself, a baby in a week. The perfect incubator.”

“I-i-incubator!” Snow White’s eyes were looking dizzy, but after a moment her eyes harden. “Very well, let’s go to my room and use my bed. This Queen will graciously take your seed!”

Snow White wasn’t that particularly shy when it came to sex stuff. Whether it was battle or sex, she took every mission bravely and with resolve. She’d swallow cum, accept anal, or do anything else the Warrior wanted from her. The only kind of thing that ever made her sweat was the public stuff. Even mentioning her previous event in front of the other girls was difficult. So naturally, being violated in front of an audience was dreadful. That’s why the chance to enjoy you behind closed doors made her infinitely happy.

“Hey! Who wants to join me while I impregnate Snow White?” You call out.

“Oh, I do, I do!” Medusa leaps forward only a step behind Ariel.

“What!” Snow White starts to blush again, but is helpless as a half dozen women push her along into her room while striping her of her clothing.

Suddenly, her intimate time with you has become an orgy with witnesses. Even when making a child, the Warrior chooses to demean and embarrass Snow White! She starts crying as she’s immediately stripped of all dignity and turned into your incubating oven.

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You finish tying the apron around your hips, pick up the hammer, and start to work. Sweat drips down your brow as you slam down with your hammer each time, creating sparks and waves of heat. After a long day of stopping Demon Gods and becoming a father to misfit twins, you decide to dedicate the rest of your day to some repetitive and calming work.

So, you stand in front of a forge, your shirt off, sweat dripping down your masculine body. While this was more or less the body you’ve always had in appearance, that’s not to say you don’t have perfect skin, rock-hard abs, and a perfect tan now. Even if you could say your face is basically a perfected form with only mild adjustments to increase attractiveness, it was clear your body appeared to be molded by the gods themselves. Well, it was molded by just one god. You.

“Is-is he really making jewelry for us?” Ursula asks cautiously, not quite sure how to react to the manly scene in front of her.

Grimhilde’s hand raises up to her obsidian collar and smiles before nodding slightly. “This is how he creates the gifts for us.”

Ursula still looks doubtful. “I’ve seen jewelers before, they certainly don’t work at a forge or strike a hammer to create something so delicate as a neckpiece.”

“You lack nuance for artistic magic, sister,” Medusa interjects while shooting her sister a condescending look. “What he is molding isn’t metal or gems, but pure magic itself. He is literally creating something from nothing. This is very strenuous indeed. My beloved has truly shown his might.”

Ursula shrugs. “If his magic ability is truly so mighty, why does he need to form magic in such an intensive and wasteful way. You think he might just be doing it to look sexy?”

There is a sudden bang as your hammer misses the spot. You immediately throw something into a nearby waterbin, hiding your mistake behind the sudden sizzling of rapidly cooling water. Of course, you have no clue how to blacksmith, so you were only playing at what you figured blacksmithing looked like. You could have molded the magic in a way like shaping clay. The temperature could have been cool, you could have just been sitting over a table working like a seamstress or something.

Ursula had ended up hitting reality on the head. You took off your shirt to show off your refined body. Although you wore an apron, your back and shoulders were bare. Your muscles were writhing, and you were giving your harem of girls a good show by performing one of the manliest practices you could, working with molten hot metal.

“Sister, don’t be ridiculous!” You breathe easier as Medusa, Grimhilde, and even Maleficant start admonishing Ursula’s observational skills as mistakes.

The four demon girls aren’t the only ones present though. Your act has gained many spectators since you started working on completing the collars. Other than the two recovering mothers and Kida, you have a full house of observers. The girls who had already received their collars touch at their necks and fondled them as if to unconsciously brag that they had been first to receive them. Their sexual arousal is increasing quite a bit, as you could tell by one of the collars many hidden enchantments, which motivated you to keep on with the manly scene. Even Tiana seems to be happy with her collar despite being a dog collar. You had heard her bragging that you had given her one first and even made use of it to strangle her during sex. That must mean you like her the best! You ignore the leaps in logic that ended up with that conclusion.

Of course, you had made Ariel a black leather collar which angled into a peak pointing down to her cleavage. In the front sat an aquamarine gem. Mulan had a black collar as well, but it didn’t point down (to her nonexistent cleavage) and used a ruby gem instead. Aurora’s necklace was silver and metal, taking the appearance of elaborate jewelry encrusted with diamonds. Girmhilde’s collar was made of obsidian, a black, smooth ringlet that had no apparent means of removal. Kida had a tight neckless, with a single malachite gem.

Merida’s necklace was made of pearls and could be called the classical pearl necklace. Elena received a collar embedded with yellow titanite. The four baka girls received identical and color coded collars only slightly better quality than Tiana which matched their hair color. Sylvia got blue, Dinah purple, Minni yellow, and Daisy green.

Jasmine received a heartshaped green gem with her name written in it, and an extremely thin collar which create a line around her neck. Although the gem was technically a fake plastic gem (you decided a lighter collar would do well on her), she seems to really like seeing her name. Someone in the harem had apparently been teaching her to read, and recognizing her name embedded in the gem gave her great delight.

Cinderella’s collar was a bit more complex, an intricate working of a silver pattern that seemed to infinitely repeat. Belle’s was a very classical diamond necklace that looked expensive. Snow White’s necklace was white with a spiky like appearance suitable for a warrior. Last and definitely least, Tiana has a simple dog collar still, made of blue nylon. Well, this world doesn’t have any material like nylon, so to her it’s a rare and exotic material that further inflates her ego.

Based on those collars, you started making your new collars. However, your newest conquests are all troublesome people. Megara is a hero from another world who is determined to screw around with your harem dynamics with her so called unionization. Maleficant is a spoiled brat who is slightly unstable after losing so much and not attached to you all that much. Pocahontas seems tamed now, but it’s only because she has expectations from you. Nala… Nala fucks the vegetables, enough said.

Then you have Medusa and Ursula, who are acting like they’ve submitted, but that hasn’t been settled with your penis yet. There is Mushu, who only has eyes for Mulan and hasn’t really found her niche in the harem yet. Rapunzel is a squirrel, like, literally, a fucking squirrel. That leaves Elsa and Anna, your two rambunctious pair of troublemakers. That was everyone, right? Yeah, you think you got everyone.

Adventurer’s Guild

“What are you doing, unhand this cop. I’m part of the LPD!”

“Yeah, some of the townspeople complained to the Adventurer’s Guild that a crazy woman was propositioning young children near the newly established school our lord created and they asked us to take care of it.” Kida explains as she ties the woman’s hands from behind while keeping her on the floor.

“What are you talking about? I believe in justice! Clearly, that school was established by the evil lord to make a tiny factory! He even dressed them in these so-called school uniforms! I protect the Tinys from scum like this town’s lord!”

The air suddenly drops particularly colder. Everyone in the adventurer’s guild at that particular time are giving very heavy looks towards the shapely woman with the nice rack. However, rather than being impressed and caught up over her considerably above average good looks, no one shows her any leniency. This strange city seems to have no shortage of amazing beautiful women. In another town, just a look at her cleavage was enough to get her out of any trouble. Here, they instead look at her in extreme hostility. Over the last couple of months, this town has grown fiercely loyal to the one they call lord.

Unfortunately, the woman didn’t know that not only had she stepped on this town’s soft spot, she had done so in front of one of this lord’s women! There is a cracking of knuckles as Kida stretched exaggeratedly.

“Wh-what are you all doing!” The woman asks.

Kida smirks, “Just a little bit of interrogation.”

“Huh? What? Information? My name is Moana, LPD! Why are you closing the door behind you? Why are you grinning like a cat? Why do you keep flexing your muscles as you move towards me menacingly? I’ll talk! I said I’ll talk!”

“Shhhh!” Kida put a finger on Moana’s lips, “We’ll talk after.”

Like most of the harem, Moana found herself getting pounded that night, however, it’s probably not the same thing.

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