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Panic immediately started to set in. While I didn’t care about my own body, I couldn’t sit back and watch Min face this kind of treatment. I had the Mental Fortitude to shake this kind of thing off. For Min, this could very well ruin her.

“Hey!” I shouted, trying to get someone’s attention.

After the third time I shouted without hearing a single response, I turned to the wheel and tried to pull against my chains. The chains rattled, but showed no signs of giving. I needed a means of breaking the chains. For all of my skills, for all of my abilities, and just like this I’m stuck here? I can’t use any of my skills at all. The slaver told me I had to stay here.

I looked back under the cart, the spot Min had been was empty now. I couldn’t even see or hear their movements within the foliage. For all intent and purposes, Min might already be in a bad situation. I had to get to her. However, I was trapped, locked in this ridiculous position.

“Position…” My eyes lightened with fire.

I can never be in a position I don’t want to be. I’m a seductress. I may lack control, but I never lack choice.

I tugged on the chains once again until they were tight on my wrist, but then brought my hands to my crotch. As soon as my fingers slipped into my snatch, I felt the surge of stamina delivered by Sexual Saint. It looked like passive skills were still in effect even as the rest of my body was locked out. Now, to test the one ability I carry from Seductress that has no official skill.

“Position Shift!”

A moment later, I shifted my body from a simple Fingering position to Doggie. Although Doggie Style was a position typically involving two people, I found that it worked with solo as well. My body instantly switched to all fours. A moment later, two chains dropped to the ground. I let out a large sigh of relief.

I had been right. Chains could be considered part of a sexual position. However, if you picked a point in which chains weren’t included, simply shifting the position of your hands was sufficient to break from those chains. Of course, I couldn’t have used it before while under the eyes of the Slave trader and his guards.

I immediately pulled my skirt back down and moved up to a standing position. Then fell back down to my knees a second later, grabbing at my chest. Pain started the rack my body instantly. That was right, the guy had ordered me not to move from that spot. The slave collar was doing its job by forcing me to submit.

“No!” I shouted out load with a roar.

I couldn’t be restricted like this. I had to keep moving.

“Pos-Position Shift.”

I shifted myself into a standing position, and while the pain caused my knees to buckle, I grabbed onto the edge of the cart. As to how I was able to use position shift at the moment, even the slave collars pain couldn’t negate the Masochist skill. Half the pain was converted into pleasure. A normal slave likely would have been knocked out before they could even move a step. For me, my libido exploded with a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Keep moving, Aria… just keep moving.” I bit down on my lip enough to draw blood.

Using the cart, I shuffled myself to the side. The pain kept racking through my body, but it almost felt like my body was adapting to it. I could do this. I could make it to Min.

By the time I reached the other side of the cart, the pain and pleasure almost felt natural, like an expectation of movement. The gap between the cart and the tree was hard, sending me sprawling face first into the ground. I used a position shift to get myself back into the standing position with the tree as my new support.

Like this, I worked myself forward. As I started to worry about whether I would make it on time, I relieved that I didn’t have to move far past the initial thicket before I could hear the sound of voices.

“After killing our friends, you have so gall.” A voice was saying.

I fell against another tree, and at this point could see a group of men with Min only 100 yards away. Her clothing was still on at the moment. I would have let out a breath of relief, but her body was severally battered and bruise. They didn’t take her into the forest to rape her, they took her into the forest to beat her up!

Had I completely misread the situation? These guys had just lost guards they had been traveling with. Those guards that died by Min’s hand might have been close friends. Therefore, they were taking out their anger and frustration on Min. For the moment, that was just hitting and punching, but there is a point where their anger and frustration might eventually turn to something like rape. At least, I told myself that was a possibility. Either way, I had already decided that Min’s death was out of the question, and if they kept going, Min could end up dying.

“Stop!” I shouted out.

The men hovering around Min nearly jumped out of their socks. They all turned around, several drawing swords before they saw me there. I was hunched over, my shoulder pressed against a tree. My face was likely covered with leaves and dirt from the various pratfalls I took getting here. My face was also flushed red, my body sweaty, and breathing heavily as my body was racked with sexual pleasure and intense pain.

“How did you…”

The voice came a distance away from the other, but when I face emerged from behind a nearby tree, I nearly collapsed. It was the Kappu slave trader himself. I had made the assumption that these men were going behind his back, but he had been watching the abuse the whole time.

“Vessë!” Min cried out, her eyes opened wide with surprise as she tried to move forward.

However, her body stopped, having been chained to the tree with her hands strapped behind her back.

“You can’t break her. Not now.”

The kappu’s eyes narrowed. “Is that so? And why do you think you can-“

“The money!” You blurted out, wracking your brain and summoning your manipulation art to its fullest. “You damage her, you lose your money.”

“I already told you elf’s aren’t a great commodity-“

“She’s a virgin!” You shout.

The kappu stopped for a moment, his eyes looking at you thoughtfully. “A virgin?”

“She’s never known the touch of a man. She’s used toys before, but never a man’s penis, I swear it!”

The kappu’s eyes snapped to a nearby man. “Renold!”

“Ah, she seems to be telling the truth sir!”

He must have been someone with a high deception skill or some other truth-seeking ability. However, with my high ability of manipulation, there was no saying he would have been able to detect a lie. Although it wasn’t like a made one. Min’s hymen was still intact even after the goblins, and to many a female sexual partner doesn’t even count.

After a few more moments of quiet thought, the kappu nodded slowly. “Very well. Leave her face be. Don’t touch her pussy. Keep the damage to the kind of stuff that can’t be seen.”

My face went white as he made those lines. Worst, he still wore that condescending smile. His order wasn’t something made to get back at me. It was genuinely what he felt was the best solution at hand.”

“Sir, does that mean her ass and mouth are available?” One of the men suddenly asks.

“Well, you don’t want to get her pregnant.” Another guy said.

“You can’t make her pregnant by fucking her ass.” The first one said again.

“Hah? Tell that to my wife then? She sucked me off and now I’ve got three of the buggers at home.”

“Doesn’t that just mean your wife is cheating on you?”

The men were already laughing as the casually forced Min’s pants down. Horror flooded through my sense as I could do nothing but look on at their behavior. They were so casual about it, that I had to remind myself that in their eyes we weren’t even people. We were property. That’s what being a slave truly meant.

“Wait! Don’t! Just take me instead!” I shouted again.

Most of the men looked back, but I didn’t see lust or appetite in their eyes. They were closer to just amused. One of the guys already had his dick in his hands and was stroking it. They had chained Min so that she was forced to bend over. He was starting to grab at her ass to pull open the cheeks and bare her asshole.

“Take your frustration out on me! Asshole, Pussy, Mouth. Just take me in any and every hole. I’m not virgin. Nothing to ruin!”

The men seemed to laugh again.

“Sorry, lass, I’ve already told the men about your Seductress ability. Don’t take it personally, but the men consider you cursed. They don’t want to accidently be entrapped by you. That’s why I’ve kept your watch. The other men, they want to keep their distance.”

“They Fe-fear me…”

Several of the men turned back and frowned, not liking my comment which implied they were in some way cowards. The man at the forefront was lining up his dick with Min’s asshole. In just a few seconds, she’d be penetrated against her will. I denied myself the capacity to be raped, but that didn’t carry to my friend. Fear, anger, frustration all shot through me, yet I knew if I took a step from the tree, I would collapse to the ground.

“Let’s get you back-“ The kappu was actually trying to give me a sympathetic look as he tried to take me away from Min.

He wanted me to turn my back on Min. To let her be raped by a group of men while I went back to the cart and cried. What was a seductress for? All of these abilities, all of this power, and here I was useless. As a seductress, I should have been in control of every situation. However, that was the point, wasn’t it? I was never in control. I was always reacting. Seductress. It was a class about surrounding. It was about letting ago. It was about submitting to others. It was about finding will within chaos.

I felt like something had just fallen into place, but I shook it away. That sort of thinking didn’t help right now. The world was moving in slow motion. The kappu was moving towards me with a condescending smile on his face. The man was about to pop the head of his cock into Min’s ass. I couldn’t see her face, but despite her normally expressionless face, for some reason I imagined her as paniced, desperately praying for me to do something.

Something? The only thing I could do. The thing I always did. I surrendered.

“Pheromones!” The words came out firmly, followed by blinding pain.

However, it was a pain I was familiar with. I had made that pain my old friend. I had recognized that pain as my lover. Yes, it was the pain of choice. I was already on my knees, but it was too late for everyone else.

The man pulled back his dick, turning to look at me. His eyes were slightly glossed over. Although he wasn’t the only one. There were six men in front of me including the Kappa. Or perhaps I should say there are six demons in front of me, and every single one of them looked at me with eyes clouded in lust. They started to stumble towards me like zombies.

Even Min turned around, moving forward only to be blocked by the chains. She seemed completely unaware of her pants being down as she panted and stared at me with erotic eyes I rarely had the chance to see on her. Her pussy even glistened at arousal, so potent was my pheromones.

“O-order me to fuck you!” I demanded as the Kappa approached.

“Come F-fuck us…” He muttered under hard breaths.

The pain dissipated from the slave collar so abruptly that I nearly collapsed right there. From my knees, I looked up at the men surrounding me, six cocks aimed at me right at eye level. This was the kind of battle I had grown most accustomed to. This was the element I could handle. As a slave and a seductress, I obliged the Kappu’s orders.

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Leaving the recovering Megara back in your room, you head off to the source of the scream. That source is of course Maleficant’s room. As you push through the growing crowd of harem, you end up looking at a dangerous scene.

Maleficant is still unconscious and naked, lying on the bed. Straddling her with his clothing still on is Florian. The one who screamed was Nala, who seems to have walked in on them.

“What’s going on here?” You ask casually.

“Hah? Ah…” Florian looks around the room. “What can I say? I’m a tinycon?”

“You…”

All of the girls suddenly shoot Florian hateful looks. Nala covers her mouth and looks like she’s about to cry. You snap your fingers, waking the sleeping Maleficant up.

“Eh… Ah! What’s happening? What’s happening? I asked!” Maleficant demands. “Get off! Get off!”

The hero gets off of her as she starts trying to hit him with the palms of her hands, and you notice the glimmer in his palm.

“What I want to know, is why you were trying to kill my guest.” You give Florian a smirk.

The girls all behind you gasp in shock.

“What’s happening! What’s happening! That’s you, tiny-pervert? You kidnapped me! You kidnapped this queen?”

“Ah, Haaaaa….” Florian let’s out a breath and pulls the knife out to show the group. “What can I say? She’s a demonlord, isn’t she? As a hero from another world, it’s my responsibility to end her life. Even if you don’t have the guts to.”

“Hmmm…” the girl’s eyes all dart back between you and him, looking to see where the argument is going. “That seems possible, but I don’t appreciate my guests being attacked.”

“This is none of your business!” Florian raises the knife over Maleficant’s bare chest. “This is a matter between us. Butt out!”

Maleficant screams as the knife plunges down into her chest. The knife strikes into the mattress an instant later. Florian stares dumbfounded at the bed that is completely empty. Finally, his eyes creak up as he looks at you.

In your arms is a naked tiny. “The thing is, I’ve already claimed this one as my property. I don’t take kindly to losing things that are mine.”

“Y-y-yours?” Maleficant stares up at you as her face suddenly turns crimson.

“Mm. I will never let anything happen to my women.” You give her a nod.

Maleficant looks away, but the words she whispers are a stubburn defiance. “Tiny-pervert…”

“You…”

“Hey, did I say this was over?” Florian demands. “I still must kill that monster.”

“F-florian.” Nala says nervously. “Perhaps, since we’re in his home, we should let the master of the house dec-“

“Shut up!” Florian shoots Nala a look of disgust. “A creep like you doesn’t even have the right to talk to me.”

Nala puts on a look of hurt, and this time tears did start falling down her face. The other girls mostly just looked shocked. Pocahontes comes and silently pats her on the head.

“Well, if you want give up on my Maleficant, then I suppose we are enemies.”

“You don’t want me as an enemy!” Hero snaps, waiving his hand and causing a gun to form in it.

He points the gun at you. You wave your hand and a beam of light shoots out. A second later there is a large gaping hole. Florian barely can look surprised as his legs give out and he collapses to the floor.

“No!” Screams Nala, trying to rush towards him as she’s help back by Pocahontas. “I know he was being mean but that was no reason to kill him!”

“Ah? Who did I kill?” You respond as you put the tiny girl down and she wraps herself in a blanket. “Surely you can’t be talking about that creature.”

“Huh?”

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

The sounds of clapping could be heard as the hero stands back up. The massive hole in his abdomen fiils with tentacles, which wrap around themselves until the hole is filled. A few moments later, the skin heals over the writhing insides and there was no more evidence that he had even been injured.

“You knew… I’m glad, it makes it so much easier.” The voice changes into something malevolent.

It wasn’t hero’s voice, but a sort of vibration of several different tones wrapped around each other. Like a crowd of people speaking perfectly in sync.

“W-w-what are you?” Nala asks, finally taking a step back and falling into Pocahontas’ arms.

“It’s the creature that previously inhabited my Megara.” You respond simply.

“M-megara? My general!” Maleficant eyes widen. “You took over the hero! No, wait. You tried to kill me! How dare you betray the great me!”

“Betray you?” He had Florian’s face, but he held only contempt and amusement as expressions. “That would assume I was ever on your side? I used you. Simply put, you outlived your usefulness.”

“You…”

“Wait… I still don’t understand.” It is Kida who speaks up. “Just what is going on?”

“Simple answer?” You respond. “This creature is like some kind of brain slug or parasite. They invade someone’s mind and take over their body, and then abandon it and take over the next person. Megara was taken over by the brain slug. Then it jumped over to Florian.”

“You bastard.” Maleficant growls. “To have taken over my demon general!”

“Hahahahaha!” Florian or the slug thing in Florian slapped his knee. “You think you ever had a demon general? Why would anyone even want to follow a little baby like you? The only Megara you ever knew was me. You armies? They’re my armies. They are loyal to me. You were just a puppet. Don’t you get it? You have nothing!”

Maleficant is shaking but can’t respond as she fights back the tears in her eyes. It has to be shocking to learn that everything you knew is a lie.

“Wait,” it is Aurora who spoke this time. “If he rose to be the demon general using Megara, then who is Megara?”

As if saying the name summoned her, Megara walks in. She retied her kimono and was now in okay shape. The girls make a path for her to get right in front.

“Ah, well, to that?” You scratch your cheek while looking over at Megara. “I guess you could call her my childhood frie-“

“I’m his fiancée!” She interrupts.

“””””””“WHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaTTTTTT!!!!!!!!”””””””””””

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You enter the room with the sleeping woman. She looks quite cute when she’s unconscious. She’s like a reserved Japanese girl when she’s not running her mouth off about stuff. You slide into the bed next to the sleeping beauty, and immediately work on liberating her from her panties. As you untie her kimono and slide the underwear off her legs, the movement seems to wake her up.

“Uuu… huh? Riun’s… hero? Wha- Mmmhmmmmm” You shove her panties into her mouth before she can say anything that might ruin the moment.

“Hello, Megara.” You respond with a dark smile. “I just wanted you, who is definitely Megara, to know, that I’m going to sleep with you.”

“Mmm? Mmmm! Mmmm!” Megara starts trying to protest, but you already tied her hands up and are lifting her legs as she kicks and struggles.

“You see, the hero from another world wasn’t the only hero from another world. I came to this world too and was given a power. My power is the ability to purify demons, but in order to activate that power, I have to sleep with them. So, in order to seal your demonic powers, person who is clearly Megara and not someone else, I need to sleep with you.”

You lift a mirror up so that Megara gets a look at herself. Her eyes freeze as she stairs at the image of an attractive redheaded Japanese girl with an open kimono, a mouth gagged with her own panties, and her hands tied up. Suffice to say, the scene is incredibly erotic. Megara looks down at her own chest, then back at the mirror as understanding flashes in her eyes.

“Alright, so please endure while I seal your demons.” You give Megara a thumbs up.

Megara starts to panic and shakes her head ‘no’ desperately. “Mmm. Mmm. Mmm. Mmm!”

“What is that? Sorry, I can’t trust you want cast some spells if I let you talk. We can talk after the sealing ceremony. Hah, here I go!”

You slide the head into her red fury patch and the girl shutters all over and make muffled shouting noises as she desperately tries to break from her restraints. You slid it in the rest of the way.

“Please endure, demon general!” You give her a smile while she glares at you with hateful teary eyes. “Now, let’s pick up the pace!”

You start to take the initiative and provide some strong piston movements, pumping her pussy. Despite protesting, Megara’s body reacts to your treatment as she quickly grows wet. Soon, your penis makes wet lewd sounds as it slides in and out of her snatch.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!” She continues to try to speak through her gag.

However, as the thrusting continues, her attempts to protest slowly turn into moans. Soon, her eyes start to role back, and you can tell she’s clearly enjoying it. Oh, her pussy starts clamping ferociously as it swells around your penis. She was having and orgasm. Her body shook as she was racked with extreme orgasmic pleasure.

Of course, you didn’t stop there. Although you didn’t kiss her or touch her in any particular erotic way, you kept up the movements of your hips, working hard on her lower half until the point where any normal girl would complain about how sore they were come morning. Meanwhile, she moaned, and for a brief moment, even started to match her hip movements with your own. After cumming for the forth time, she realized what she was doing and stopped with a look of dread on her face. After that, she seriously started crying.

However, even her tears couldn’t continue while being violated by such a big cock, and then she was back to moaning again before climaxing once more. You finally had enough. Preparing your special package, you look the teary-eyed girl in the eyes.

“I’m going to cum. This is the purification step. Please accept my seed!”

“Mm? Mmmm! Mmmm!” Megara tries to react violently once again, but you release your seed before she can resist.

In an instant, you fill her up with hot gobs deep within her womb.

You fall on top of her chest, your head presses on her chest. Her chest is heaving as she recovers her breath from the sexual experience. After a moment, you lift you head and look back into her eyes.

“Megara, I have cleansed you. But just to be sure, I think we should repeat this two or three more times.”

“”MmmmmmmmM!” Megara looks like she is about to freak out.

“Aaaaaaaah!” There is a scream and both of you immediately look up at the door.

The scream came from somewhere else in the mansion.

You make a sound of annoyance. “Tsk… making your move so soon. Well, I guess we’ll have to end this session early.”

You head out of the room while waving a hand that removed Megara’s restraints. She won’t be a problem anymore. The deed is done.

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You find yourself returning to the scene of ruin that used to be Riun. You were expecting some cocky women to come attacking you, but instead, you find a scene even more unbelievable.

“So, the hero actually won…” You say in surprise.

That’s right, the hero is the one standing, and he looks in pretty decent shape. Meanwhile, itias the girl who was beaten and defeated.

“Did you have any doubt?” Florian responds cockily, laughing.

He didn’t seem to have that self-confidence when he was going to fight her. Ah, well, at least it saves you a bit of trouble.

“Well, good job, I guess.” You give some half-assed praise. “What about the girl?”

“Ah, Megara? You wouldn’t by chance have some kind of dungeon or something in that mansion. I’d say gag her and leave her there to rot.” Florian responds quickly.

That seems to be a bit harsh for what you thought you knew about Florian, he must be really pissed off at being betrayed.

“I guess, that’ll work. We can get something to eat too. Ah, my hands are full, you mind carrying her?”

“Who else have you brought?” Florian looks curiously at the form you’re carrying like a sack of potatoes and then suddenly stumbles. “Is-isn’t that the Demonlord Maleficant!”

“Your well informed.” You respond and Florian shrugs sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess this Megara chick worked for her so I went and took care of it.”

“Is that so…?” Florian has a tight smile, “Well, still amazing… all I got was a general and you not only invaded a castle but took captive a demon lord.”

Florian hoists the woman up on his arm and the pair of you carry the two demons the rest of the way into the mansion. You’re greeted by three of the four maids, who take your coats and setting you in the massive living room next to a roaring fire. Grimhilde bids her fairwell to go freshen up, she had still been pumped full of quite a lot of semen and reeked of sex. Of course, you use a spell to clean yourself up, so it was just the girls who smell of skank.

Whether Florian knew this or not was up for question. At the very least, he didn’t address anything and merely smiled. The demon queen was sent to her own room, and the demon general was sent to your master bedroom. Just to make sure neither lady would cause trouble, you cast the appropriate spells to keep everything moving forward smoothly.

“So, what do you plan to do now, Florian?” You ask curiously.

It takes Florian a second to realize you are talking to him. “Oh, right, me… I’m not sure. Probably keep fighting monsters. There are six more demonlords, right?”

“Ah, I meant, more specifically about your teammates.”

“Heh? That’s right. Pocahontas and Nala. I’m not really interested in taking them with me.”

“Really? I’m surprised.”

“Well, I mean, Pocohontas wants me to be some kind of savior. I suspect you could fulfill that role for her a lot faster than I can. And Nala…” He put on a sour look. “She’s just creepy. I think if I just break it off now then things won’t get bad.”

“What are you suggesting, then?”

“Hah? Do, I need to spell it out. Clearly you got some harem-like thing going on here. Just take the girls. I don’t care.”

“You’re surprisingly easy going now that we’ve had a real chance to talk.”

“That’s not a problem, right?” Florian asks cautiously.

“Of course not.”

“Do you mind if I ask one more favor then, since I’ve seemingly brought you some many beautiful girls?”

“Ask…”

“Could I stay the night here? I’d just like to rest up. It was a tough fight. I’ll be heading out tomorrow… before the girls realize I’m leaving.”

“That’s fine.” You wave to Sebastian. “Sebastian here will get you a guest room.”

“Then, if it’s not too rude, I’ll head there now.” Florian stands, gives a stiff bow, and Sebastian leads him off.

You chuckle to yourself. It’s too easy. Standing up, you head off to the master bedroom to give “Megara” a very pleasant surprise awakening.

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Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Your balls slap against her. You finally got it all in and you can make full piston movements. You hold the little girl in your arms and thrust away.

“Hah, hah, hah…”

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight.”

“Hah, Hah, hah….”

“Ah, Another one, I’m going to cum again!”

“Hah, Hah, Hah…”

Again her stomach swells with spooge, the remains only leaking out a little after your extreme violation. It’s at this point that you look down and notice that she’s not really looking at you, her eyes blankly staring out into the space beyond.

“Uh, Maleficant?”

“Hah, Hah, Hah…”

You pull your dick out and snap your fingers, but she doesn’t respond. Her eyes are vacant as she stares up at the ceiling.

“Hey, you. You want me to fuck you more?” You ask, expecting a vehement denial.

“Diiiieeeck… more… dick… thank you, sir… more diiiick.”

“Uh… how long have you been like this?” You ponder out loud.

“About ten minutes after you came for the first time. After that, you’ve sort of just kept going the last three hours.” Grimhilde responds wryly. “I know my sister can be problematic, but even I feel bad for her.”

The pair of you look down at the little girl, her stomach bloated like a pregnant woman, her body covered in many different fluids, her eyes vacant, and her mouth moving as she spoke incoherent words at no one. “Dick… mister… I can take all the dick…”

“Well, do you want to clean her up now that I’m done?”

‘What are you talking about. I’ve already told you-“

You lean forward and push on Maleficant’s bloated belly, the excess sperm used to fill her womb past capacity squirts out in wet milky gobs from her broken pussy. Grimhilde immediately stares at the gobs leaking out of her sister’s crack while she unconsciously licks her lips.

“You sure you don’t want a taste?” You ask innocently.

“My love is so cruel sometimes,” Grimhilde shoots you an aggravated look as she gets up onto the bed and moves to all floors, taking her own sister’s cunt with her mouth, immediately eating out of her box while pushing on her stomach to force out more sweet nectar.

While she does this, you move up behind her and lift up her dress, fondling with her pussy before sliding your dick, still wet with her sister’s lust, right into her love canal.

“Ah, just the right fit.” You say happily.

“Don’t you just mean I’m not as tight as my sister?” Grimhilde responds wryly in between bouts of eating pussy.

“Tightness for the sake of tightness isn’t everything. While yes, her pussy was tight, it wasn’t necessarily a comfortable fit. All in all, I’d say I’d prefer Grimhilde’s pussy, which takes it all eagerly.

“Mm…” Grimhilde responds; although you can’t see her face she sounds pleased. “Then by all means, have your fill.”

Without offering up any more resistance, Grimhilde wags her bottom at you as you slide it in and thrust into her without reserve. Meanwhile, Grimhilde continues to eat the boxed buffet you left for her. In the end, Grimhilde ends up in a threesome with her sister unwittingly anyway.

When you finally explode your last load into Grimhilde’s eager mouth, you look to find that Maleficant is still lost in her own little world, having not reacted at all to her sister’s actions.

You pick the little girl up and give a sigh. “I guess it’s time to head back home and clean up the mess. Who do you think won the fight?”

“I think the hero lost, naturally,” Grimhilde responds simply.

“Yeah, me too. Well, now that I have her master, let’s see how tasty this general who calls herself the cutest in the world is.”

“You’re drooling, my love.”

“Sorry.”

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“What is a tiny breaking kit?” Grimhilde asks.

“Good question!”

“You don’t know!”

“Well, I just used magic to create it, but I’m not really sure what’s in the bag. Oh, that’s useful.” You talk as you rummage through the bag, pulling out a bottle.

“What’s that?”

“Ah, this? It’s a bottle of lubricant. You guys don’t really have that kind of thing, but when a girl can’t get aroused it helps facilitate sex. It’s definitely necessary material for a tiny, errr… so I’ve heard. From a friend.” You explain. “Actually, this stuff is magical lubricant. It reducing the coefficient of friction to nearly 0, it’ll help me slide it in real nice!”

“Ack! Why are you ignoring me! I already said I don’t want this! Tiny-pervert! Tiny-pervert!”

“Hmmm… a set of dildos.”

“That seem to be go from small to extra-large.”

“That’s the slowly stretch her open. You got to start small and slowly get larger.”

“Oh, I see, I see…”

“Why are you sitting there and calmly discussing this with him!” Maleficant is throwing another tantrum.

“What else we got, oh, a lollipop, and a stuffed bear.”

“There’s an item that will pop tinys!”

“Ah, no, it’s a candy, hey, tiny, you want it?”

“It’s Maleficant! I’m Maleficant! You tiny-pervert!”

“You say that even as you take the candy and teddy bear.”

“Mm…” She mumbles as she sucks on the lollipop.

“Is that all?”

“Hmmm… let’s see, Kleenex to wipe away her tears, a band-aid to convince her its all better now, and I’m pretty sure the writer is going to hell for writing this joke.”

“Oh, most definitely.”

“Anyway, it’s about time we get started.”

“You don’t listen, what are you doing, where are you sticking that!”

“Of course, this dildo is going in your vagina, right?”

“Ah, ah! It’s going in, it’s going in! It’s tearing me apart!”

“This is the smallest size though? Here, let’s go a size up. I’ll use the lubricant this time.”

“Ah, hah, hah… it’s big, ow, ow, ow, ow!”

“Well, that went right in easily, I guess can I skip past the next size?”

“No! Don’t do that! Don’t skip steps!” Maleficant says.

“Oh, well, if Maleficant insists, I’ll make sure to use every size on you.” You respond smugly.

“You…”

“Alright, let’s go with the next!”

Each time, you slide a slightly rounded dildo into her. They are starting to get quite snug.

“Owie. Owie. Owie, my hips feel like they are breaking.”

“What size have you made it to?” Grimhilde asks from the other side of the room.

“Hmm… about average size for a guy.”

“Th-th—th-that’s average?” Maleficant cries out.

“Well, now, we’re going to stretch you past the realm of normal, so be prepared.”

“No! I don’t want it! I don’t want my pussy all stretched out!”

“No worries, it’s very flexible. Your pussy will recover after we’re done. A baby can pass through there so there is no problem.”

“Isn’t you dick the size of a small baby!”

“Hah, please, even if you say that, it’s only about as thick as your arm!”

“Hah, hah, hah, no, another one is going in! It’s so big. I’m breaking!”

“Well, there is no use stopping now!”

You continue to swap the dildos with larger and larger items. Soon, you’ve reached the last one. Even with the lube, you barely manage to get it in with some force. She is screaming and crying, but there is very little hope of resisting at this point.

“Hah, so that’s the biggest one. I can’t stretch you anymore.”

“I’m breaking, please take it out. I can’t handle it. It’s tearing me open!”

“Hmmm… should I put two in at once?”

“No! No! No!” She screams. “Anything but that!”

“Ah, you’re sure?”

“Yes, yes, yes! No more! No more!”

“Then, I guess it’ll be my dick next. It’ll be a big step from the largest dildo, but please endure.”

“What, that’s not what I meant, ah, it’s going in!”

“Wow, you really are tight, even after all that stretching head barely fit.”

“It’s in, it’s in! I feel it! It hurts so much!”

“Ah, I feel some ripping as it slides in.”

“That’s my pussy! You’re ripping my pussy! Aaaah!”

You slowly work it in carefully while the tiny girl kicks and cries. Finally, you are about 1/3 of the way in. Her pussy is so slick with the low friction lubricant that if she tightens even a little bit it slides right back out. You have to hold her body tightly keeping your cock inside her, the tight walls of her pussy threatening to spit your cock out with every movement.

“Alright then, let’s begin with this!” You start rocking your hips as the tiny girl screams and cries.

You pull your dick out until just the tip remains inside her, and then push it in as hard as you can go. Her entire body shutters and she lets out another scream.

“You’re so tight, I’m already going to cum, it’s amazing.”

“Not inside, not inside!”

“Ah, too late!”

Your cum explodes, but there was absolutely no place for it to go, and the cum ends up bursting out her pussy, the pressure pushing your dick out. As a result, gobs and gobs of semen shoot all over her crotch, covering her lower regions in thick white gooey stuff.

“Ah, it’s in me! It’s on me! It’s everywhere. It’s warm and sticky!”

The tiny girl was looking down wide-eyed at the mess you’d made of her pussy.

“Well, that was a good first run.”

“F-f-first?” Maleficant’s eyes went wide.

“Hah, yeah, we haven’t even started yet!”

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I woke up to the rumbling of wheels and a splitting headache. I forced my eyes open, and once I could focus on the hay I was apparently lying in, I lifted my head to look around desperately. Even with the accompanying dizziness, my eyes locked on Min’s small form right away. She was in a corner, hunched over and looking down at her feet. Someone had put a shirt back on her, but she also still wore the slave collar. At the very least, she was still alive.

I immediately let out a sigh of relief and then immediately attempted to stand up, but my movements were stopped with the rustle of chains. I looked down angrily to see that my hands and feet had been restrained to the wagon.

“Watch it, lass.” A voice came directly across from me, “You wouldn’t want us to have to activate the collar again, would you?”

The man sitting across from me was the leader who had threatened Min with the sword in the first place. He was a grizzled man, with a face somewhere in his 30s. He wasn’t particularly bad looking, with a strong jaw, dark eyes, and a warrior’s physique, but he had a look that came off as condescending to me. I almost moved to attack him, but I remembered the chains just in time to prevent myself some embarrassment. My muscles relaxed a bit and I lowered my eyes.

“That’s better.” He said the voice like he was complementing a dog. “I know your change in status should come as shocking, but it’ll just be easier if you accept your new role as a slave. Humans are commonly taken as slaves for the demon continent.”

“What about Tark, Dirk, and Giff?”

“Ah, well, they bring us humans from time to time. We bring them demi-humans. It’s a trade really. Humans like demi-human slaves, demons like human slaves. It works…”

“And what about you?” I demanded, looking at his human appearance.

“Me?” He looked surprised for a second before laughing.

He pulled the cap off of his head. It had been covering his hair, but a second later I realized he didn’t have any hair. Instead, he had some kind of skeletal like ridges with ran in spirals over his head. It looked somewhat like an impromptu helmet grafted into his skull.

“What…”

“I’m a Kappa. We’re a race of demons created by a monster called the tartarygus. They’re a rare species of monster, so I’m not surprised that a human like you haven’t heard of them.”

The realization that I was the only human alone among demons came crashing home, “So, that’s it then? I’m a slave to demons?”

The Kappa shrugged. “It’s not like you have a choice in the matter. You… and that elf bitch, will net a decent profit. Given your beauty, you don’t need to worry too much. I’m sure you’ll be hired as a maid to some wealthy noble. The elf might not be so lucky. Demi-humans don’t sell for as much in the demon continent. It’s humans who have those strange fetishes for animal features. After killing two of my men, I should have just murdered her.”

“You can’t…”

He raised his hand. “I won’t. Not because you asked me. Or because she’s a woman. But because money speaks. I take no pleasure in killing women. Even a couple coins profit is more valuable than nothing. I almost let me own anger affect my wallet. As long as the gain is greater than the risk, you’ll be safe.”

I relaxed at his words, but I wasn’t sure I should have. Min was still a slave. I had put her in that situation. I was in that situation myself too, but for some reason I didn’t seem to worry about myself as much. In the back of my mind somewhere I felt that I genuinely deserved this fate. Wasn’t my life always heading in this direction? Compared to death or goblin breedstock, a slave maid didn’t seem like the worst life.

“You’re… being awfully nice.” I responded cautiously, just trying to fill the silence at this point.

“Is answering a slave’s questions nice? What kind of life you must have lived that talking is a pleasantry.” His irritating smile widened. “I could say the same about you though? You’re being quite relaxed. Most of the recently collared freak out and lose their minds, or become extremely introverted like your friend over there.”

“I’m not like other girls.” I responded flatly.

“I can tell. Not that I’m complaining!” The man nodded thoughtfully as he waved his hand. “I, too, like to see myself as unique. Unlike the stories you hear about slavers, at the end of the day, it is simply a means of being paid. I have no ill will towards the slaves. In fact, I love the slaves more than most. You are my paycheck. Beat you? Berate you? That behavior effects my bottom line. Don’t get me wrong, cause me too much trouble, and I will settle things quickly, maximize my profits and I will maximize your comfort. Simple as that.”

I wore a wry smile as he spoke. He said he didn’t berate people, but he still seemed to speak with an air of superiority. His words were gentle, yet no nonsense, like he was speaking to an animal. That was right, to him, I was not a person anymore, I was a commodity.

“You mentioned some kind of master you shared with Tark…”

“That is not something I will share with you, lass.” The Kappa’s words were firm to the point that it was clear that conversation line had ended.

The pair of us ended up sitting in silence as the cart continued to roll on. My eyes turned to Min more and more, but a wall seemed to have been created between the pair of us. The last time it was like this was when we were in the goblin cave desperately trying to survive. Min had turned in on herself, and refused to acknowledge the world around her. She wouldn’t look at me no matter what.

“It is strange, though…” The Kappa suddenly spoke up, drawing your eyes back to his. “You shouldn’t have been able to move.”

He’d been watching me as I tried to make eye contact with Min. After a moment, the curiosity got the best of me, and I spoke up.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“The collar. It should have immobilized you. But it was almost like you ignored it. No skill in your status suggests an ability like that. Plus… such a strange class. I’ve never seen it before. I said we’d sell you to a noble, but with your skillset, perhaps a rich merchant would benefit as well.”

“You can see my status!” I was genuinely shocked by this reveal.

For the first time in a long while, I felt completely exposed. The secret behind my class and abilities was something I had kept hidden to everyone since Denova. Even Min had never seen my status in its entirety.

“Ah, yes. A seductress… with so many unique skills too. From the appearance of it, I’m glad the collar is on you. I’d suspect you were a succubus if the information didn’t tell me otherwise. Was that why you were trying to cross the border? You wanted to reach the Cambion colony? I would avoid those creatures personally. Manipulative and nasty bunch.” I refused to speak, lowering my eyes, but he continued. “Well, it doesn’t matter to me how you got so many things. It just increases your value. If you just gained some more practical skills, I’m sure you could become a top tier slave. With the charm and beauty that even competes with a third classer, amazing…”

“What does that mean. Even a third classer…”

“Huh? Your status in this world. Don’t tell me you don’t know the basics?”

I shook my head, even though it resulted in his eyes growing more condescending. He seemed to be a guy who loved to talk. He liked to talk down to people, to explain things over a sense of superiority. At the moment, I was just trying to keep him talking. The more he gave me, the more I could work with.

“Well, you’re level 30, right? Each level you gain 1 point in every status. An average person reaches level 30 by about age 30. At that point they have gained 30 points. That’s everyone. All human beings. 30 strength. 30 intelligence. 30 Wisdom. Unless they reach a second class, that is what they are. If they do manage a class up, then they work towards level 60. So then they have 60 intelligence, 60 strength, 60 wisdom. Do you know what that means?”

“That they are stronger?”

“Stronger, yes. And wiser. And faster. And more charming. Almost twice as much. When a person classes up, they don’t just reach a new class, they become a higher level of person. Of course, people could use points to bring up their stats. If you wasted all 30 points on strength then a level 30 could have the strength of a level 60. And you can gain status by working hard. Someone who studies every day can increase intelligence, for example.

“Work hard, study hard, and your stats will increase. However, in general, everyone is 30. Some might lift heavy items and have slightly higher strength, some might study more and have slightly higher intelligence. But at the end of the day, a third classer is always 3X stronger, brighter, more attractive, and simply better than a first classer, on average. When a first classes fights a first classer, the only thing that separates them is how they’d lived there lives. Unless someone like you or that elf comes around with higher than normal status in some unexpected areas.

“You should be lucky I’m in my third class. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to resist your charm. You are a very beautiful woman. Woman reaching third class is exceptionally rare. I’d even consider taking you as my wife, if the money wasn’t considerably more tempting.”

“Charmed…” I responded dryly, my mind working furiously.

I had been wondering about that since I had came to this world, but it really was like that. A second class person wasn’t just a more specialized career, it was a higher state of being. The implications of that were interesting. A third classer would be more charming, smarter, and faster than a first classer. However, to another third classer, the only differences would be the physical differences, the actual training they did. Since all third classers are beautiful, no third classer would find another third classer irresistible. In fact, 1^st class women without my stats might seem bland in comparison.

How is this fair? Is it really that surprising? Those with the power and resources to reach a third class are better educated with a greater time to focus on fitness. Wouldn’t an educated person be smarter than the uneducated? Wouldn’t an aristocrat be more charming than a street thug? Would politicians be intimidated by other politicians? Would beautiful celebrities surrounded by other beautiful celebrities be nearly as impressed by beauty? This classism already existed in everyday life, the status system merely assigned it numbers.

As I thought about the things I had learned from the slave trader, the sun was already starting to set. The group of guards escorting the pair of us numbered eight, certainly more than I hoped to overcome. While I worried about Min, I had no thoughts of escaping on my own. It felt strange even to me that I was so eerily calm with the collar around my neck.

I did have a great deal of mental resistance. Compared to some of the things that had happened to me, being enslaved could be considered light. I didn’t think my skill mental fortitude was necessarily kicking in, but given the likelihood I’d be sold as some sort of sexual slave, it might be working to some effect. For a female, her greatest fear from being enslaved might be from sexual abuse, a fate that my mind simply couldn’t fear.

The slavers eventually stopped, and I was finally removed from my chains. I was hoping they would move me to Min so that we could finally get a chance to talk, but to my dismay, they had chosen to keep the pair of us apart. I looked on in frustration as she was pulled to the right of the cart as I was dragged to the left. Worst off, she didn’t even spare me a look as she was dragged away.

I told myself that this was what I had been aiming for. Min was no longer supporting me. However, now that we had found ourselves as slaves, I felt like this wasn’t the time to cut off my emotional support. I felt responsible for getting Min in this situation in the first place. Like that, I was given a little bit of bedding and was chained to the wheel of the wagon. The weather was getting warmer now and most of the snow had melted. The ground was wet and cold, but it was tolerable. I got a sense though that even if it was the middle of winter still, they wouldn’t have given up anything more. Min was chained to a nearby tree, but I had to crouch under the wagon to see her.

“Don’t move from that spot.” The slaver ordered.

As the night wore on, I decided to stretch myself under the wagon to get one more look at Min. Even now, I was so pathetic. I just wanted to use her appearance as a means of emotional support. As long as she was still there, a part of me told myself I could cope. When my eyes focused on the tree, they froze.

Min was being pulled from the tree by two of the guards. She was being pulled into the woods by them, and she was still showing the introverted lack of resistance she had been shown since we were captured. The look on the guard’s face was unmistakable to me. It was a look I had received an innumerable amount of times. It was a lustful look. They were planning to rape Min!

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“Guards! Arrest him!” She shouts, but you’ve already waved your hand.

You teleport yourself, Grimhilde, and Maleficent into Maleficant’s bedroom, locking the doors in the process. Her room had a large imposing bed, but other than that, it has a shockingly large number of stuffed animals. Like stuffed animals everywhere.

“Ah! How did you do that? Why are we in my room?”

You swipe your arms across the bed, knocking off all the stuffed animals, then toss Maleficant onto the bed with ease.

“Ah, Spidey!” Maleficant shouts as you kick a stuffed animal of a spider away.

You go and grab the spider and drop it on her chest. “You can hold that while we go if it makes you feel better.”

She chucks the spider at your head. “You idiot! That’s not the point! What are you planning to do with a demonlord! I’ll kill you!”

“Hey, do I really need to be here for this?” Grimhilde asks wryly, intruding on your conversation.

“You don’t want to join?”

Grimhilde lets out a laugh. “I’m not Ariel, my love, incest is a little…”

“Ah, well, once I have all your sisters, I was just planning a big orgy.”

“My love has such ambitious plans.” Grimhilde responds dryly, “It looks like it’ll be an inevitability. But at least, for the moment, I’ll just watch.”

Like that, you quickly convince Grimhilde to watch as you bang her sister by making the alternative even worse.

“Oh, ho, so I see little Grimhilde has lost her virginity to this deviant.” Maleficant gives Grimhilde a mocking grin.

“Aren’t you just a virgin too?” You respond.

“I’m not!” She shouts, banging down her fists. “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not. I said it three times, I’m not. I’ve had sex lots and lots!”

“Ah, could it be that they didn’t fit?”

“Guh!” Maleficant makes a noise as if she had been struck in the chest.

“So, it was something like that after all.”

“What do you mean?” Grimhilde asks curiously.

“Well, Maleficant has such a small body. So, she gets a guy and he can’t get it in. She’ll go something like “it hurts, it hurts”, and he’ll be afraid of hurting the demonlord so he tries half-assed and in the end no penetration happens. He might rub it on the outside until he cum on her stomach and then say they had sex. But she never orgasmed herself because her overbearing personality frightens the guys so no one earnestly fucks her.”

You were making a lot of assumptions, but by the looks Maleficant was giving as you spoke, it seems like it was pretty close on the mark.

“It counts, it still counts, he came, it counts!” Maleficant whines as she rolls on the bed in a tantrum.

“Will you relax already, don’t worry, I’ll definitely penetrate you today!” You give her a thumbs up.

“I already said I was done! Why aren’t you listening to me! I’m done! I’m done! Stop coming closer, get that thing away from me!”

“It’s best if big sister just accepted it.”

“I don’t want to hear that from you!”

You back Maleficant against the headboard of the bed. She’s panicking, but you don’t really give her much room. You can’t really tell if she’s strong or weak, but after shamelessly raising your status after encountering Snow White, you are handling her much like the child she appears to be. You have her legs spread no matter how much she kicks, and your member pressed against her pussy. You push forward.

“AH.. ow, ow, ow it hurts, it hurts, I say! Monster! Pervert! Tiny-pervert!”

“Huh, it won’t go in.” You frown.

“Of course it won’t, I said it, didn’t I. Why don’t you listen? You tiny-pervert! Tiny-pervert!”

“Why is tiny-pervert the name you decided on…” You mutter. “How old are you anyway?”

“I’m twelve!” your dick slips causing her to scream as it slides up her clit. “Owie! Stop!”

“Grimhilde…” you turn to the other woman in the room. “You told me she was your older sister…”

Grimhilde raises up her hands. “She is! Stop lying!”

“I’m not lying! I’m 12. I’m 12! I said it twice. Tiny-pervert is committing a crime!

“Grimhilde…”

“She’s lying! First off, there is no age limit in the demon world! Secondly, you’re currently in the process of raping her, exactly why are you worried about committing another crime? Finally, she’s much older than me! She’s been ruling this nation since before I was born!”

“I’m not, I’m not! Please don’t break me, Mister Tiny-pervert!”

“Didn’t I tell you Maleficent is difficult? She’s greedy but thinks nothing of lying to get what she wants!”

“Grimhilde… you better be right.”

“I am! I swear it!”

You give out a sigh. “Fine… it is time. Time to bring out my Tiny breaking kit!”

You wave your hand and a bag appears at the foot of the bed.

“Pun, are you watching this? Be prepared to take on all legal responsibility, as I won’t be held back by what I’m about to do!”

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“You’re… passable.”

As she eyes you up and down, you remember that you haven’t really altered your appearance all that much since you came to this world. You’ve perhaps been more confident since you found out you had this new power, but as far as looks go, you mostly just look like yourself. You say mostly because stats themselves affect you. As you increased strength, vitality, and such, you became fitter. Your skin blemishes all vanished. You have nicely toned muscles now. Overall, you look like the best you possible without altering your appearance fundamentally in some way.

It just never seemed necessary to have a pretty boy face like Florian. You already have tons of women throwing themselves at you, likely from your very high charm, so why change your looks. How would the girls react if your looks change? Would they love you regardless of the face? Would they be more turned on by a more beautiful face? That kind of thinking grates on your nerves. You don’t like the idea of the girls being more attracted to someone else, even if that someone else is you after you change your facial features.

“Let’s see what else you have…” She says, her hands reaching in and freeing your member; it springs to attention, a massive anaconda that equals the thickness of either of her arms. “Oh, Definitely passable.”

Hmph, Passable? It’s big enough to split this little Tiny in two. Now that you’re up close, you give her another look. She’s wearing something very erotic for a so-called lord. It’s a skimpy leather number, with the only thing covering her lower regions being an underwear-like leather piece. She leans back in her chair as you admire her body, then her hands pull the underwear to the side.

“Suck it.” She says sweetly.

You look down at her exposed snatch in surprise. It’s a small, tight, hairless thing that looks like it would break if your cock even touched it. Her forwardness catches you off guard a bit.

“Huh?”

“I want you to eat my pussy. Does Grimhilde not let you lick down there? No worries, this girl doesn’t have such hang-ups.”

Once again, Maleficant interprets the situation at her own convenience and is so hilariously off base that it is almost enduring. Her excited eyes flash as she licks her lips seductively. She really thinks she’s forcing Grimhilde’s “boyfriend” to service her. She’s probably imagining something like Grimhilde looking on teary-eyed as Maleficant corrupts and steals her boy toy.

Actually, now that you think about it, Grimhilde is rather conservative. Well, she WAS rather conservative. When you first met her, she wore a modest dress that covered up most of the goods. She was a virgin. She disliked the taste of sperm, and it was likely that under normal circumstances she wouldn’t give blowjobs. It was likely she’d be the type to shy away from cunnilingus too. Of course, then she met you, which was barely a week ago. By all accounts, the Grimhilde that Maleficant knew was long gone, but she’d have no reason to think Grimhilde had become a cum-guzzling gluttonous slut who shared her man with over a dozen other women.

You decide to humor the girl, moving down on your knees and sliding your tongue into her hairless snatch. Damn, the girl is very tight. Even your tongue can feel the tightness of her snatch. Could you even make your dick fit that? Well, she seems to be experienced so it had to stretch accordingly.

“Aiiii… ah… it’s so good! His tongue is in me sister, do you see? Ah… ah… I love it… suck it!” Maleficant is moaning like this from the very second you stick your tongue inside her.

Although, with your abilities and skills, you don’t doubt you’re great at cunnilingus, her actions are a bit over the top. Besides screaming and moaning, she’s rocking her body in strange ways, throwing her hands up and rubbing them over her body. Hew lewd sounds are ridiculous.

“I’m cumming! AH, I’m cumming! Your boyfriend just made me cum!” Maleficant declares.

Although the truth is that she didn’t. In fact, her vagina was barely reacting at all. You were very experienced at this point, so it was very clear to you what this was. Maleficant was acting. You were very confused, because you never struggled to provide women with intense pleasure. Having a woman fake it before you’d even gotten started was a bit of a put-off.

Out of sheer annoyance, you lace your tongue with magic that acts as a more effective stimulation, your tongue flickering over her clit in a way that you knew would bring her to climax in only a few minutes.

“Ah, ah… it feels so- eh? Eeee, hah, hah, hah, hah, AhhhHhhhhh!” The familiar clamping down occurred on your tongue, barely giving it room; damn was she tight.

Her voice went extremely high and she immediately lost cohesion. She claws at your face and pushes you away before you continue, then backs up on the chair staring around wide-eyed with a confused look while gasping for breath, her face flushed. You look around to see that a few of the guards are showing concern and confusion, while Grimhilde only looks bemused.

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-what just happened!” Maleficant demands.

You cock you head to the side, confused. “What? Did you just have an orgasm?”

“A-a-a-a-an orgasm?” Maleficant’s eyes widen even more and then she whispers under her breath. “Th-that’s an orgasm?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex before?” You respond.

“O-o-of course I have! With lots of men!” Maleficant is clearly flustered, then she comes down and puts on a fake face of maturity. “Rather, I just wanted to commend you for your good job. That’ll be all today. I will give you accommodations and we can do more of the sex things that I’m definitely experienced with later.”

“Haaaah? I haven’t even started yet?” your humor finally starts to fade.

“Wh-who are you talking too? I’m the Demonlord of the fifth most powerful country!”

“Yeah? Well, I’m the hero. And If I see a Demonlord, I won’t stop until I’ve pierced her with my sword!”

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“Tsk… this is boring.”

Florian pulls out a Gatling gun and immediately starts blasting bullets at Meg, who jumps to avoid them. Florian doesn’t pull any punches, however it looks like this sort of play is nothing to Meg. She’s laughing and dancing around like he isn’t trying to kill her. However, it’s only at that level. You didn’t know what you expected. At the very less Meg’s clothing should be torn off by now and Florian should be activating some kind of hero mode.

You wave a hand and send all the girls back to the mansion. You also cast some extra protective spells over it to protect them.

“You left me behind, my love.” Grimhilde responds with a tight smile.

“Well, I was gong to go take care of your sister while they are busy playing.”

The pair of you watch as their forms dance around. With Florian augmented, he’s actually keeping up with a surprised Meg, and the fight is getting intense as magical spells and bombs are dropped, creating explosions all over the place. In a bit, it’s going to get a bit dangerous if Grimhilde remains.

“Already!” Grimhilde says and then puts on a wry look. “Is that how abrupt your decision to conquer me was?”

“No…” You lie, “I gave it a great deal of thought.”

“Liar.” She sniffs. “But if you weren’t so overbearingly powerful, I wouldn’t have given myself to you in the first place. My sister is much more dangerous.”

“Yadda yadda,” You wave your hands, “Shall we go?”

When that the pair of you reappear, instead of sending yourself directly into the castle, you guys are now standing in front of a demon lord’s castle. You immediately raise an eyebrow.

“That’s strange, this place looks nice?”

The castle actually looks like a proper castle.  There were two flustered guards standing in front of a giant gate. The ground was actually covered in green grass, and there is forested terrain as far as the eye could see. The scene wouldn’t go amiss in a human part of the world.

“Don’t be mean, my love. My territory was the smallest and poorest. We lived in a mountainous area surrounded by active volcanoes and mineral deposits. That doesn’t denote the entire demon world. We all have our strengths and weaknesses.”

“State your business!” The two guards finally regain their composure and demand from the pair of you.

You nudge Grimhilde. “Well?”

Grimhilde shoots you a wry smile before responding, “I am seeking the presence of the Demonlord, my sister. I am Demonlord Grimhilde. Please let her know I have visited.”

The two guards look at each other, but one of them finally shrugs. “Very well, I will let the lord know, but she is very busy right now.”

One of the two men left, while the other watches the pair of you.

“Please, watch out for my sister, my love. She’s smart and cunning, but also always wants more. Her greed is legendary.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.” You respond.

“You are allowed in.” The guard finally returns and waves the pair of you on.

You walk into a castle guided by the guard. Lavish… would be an understatement when looking at this castle. Greed, was it? Maleficant seems determined to advertise as much of her wealth as possible. The walls are lines with expensive tapestries, and you can’t walk two steps without walking by another statue or vase on display. It all looks kind of expensive.

The pair of you are taken to a massive doorway leading into what appears to be the throne room. The doors swung open grandly as trumpets blare. There is a long red carpet that stretches up to a massive throne. Lining that carpet is a long honor guard of demons. At this point, the pair of you only can walk forward. You head along the carpeted walkway, and as you approach you start to notice the woman on the throne.

“A tiny!” The trumpeting music stops just as you say this, the word ‘tiny’ echoing loudly through the room.

The little girl sitting on throne room looks only slightly older than Jasmine. She has a pair of red pigtails. Like Grimhilde, she has a horn and tail. However, the end of her tail doesn’t hold a spade, but a diamond. Her proportions are all much smaller than Grimhildes. Small chest. Small body. Small face. Small horns.

“Let me do the talking, my love.” Grimhilde whispers to me, trying to ignore your slight even as some nearby guards give you a tight look. “Hello, Maleficant. It’s been a long time my sister. How have you-“

“Ah! I see you’ve brought me a slave! How generous of my little sister!”

“Little!” you say before you can stop yourself.

“I’m the youngest demon lord, remember?” Grimhilde whispers to you before continuing in a loud voice. “Well, you see, he’s actually my-“

“Your boyfriend or something? Well, give him to me anyway.” Maleficant speaks blatantly.

Grimhilde hisses quietly in a voice only you can here. “She’s always like this. Taking other people’s things.”

“Ah ho… do you perhaps… love him?” Maleficant’s eyes shine as she licks her lips excitedly and doesn’t wait for an answer. “In that case, Guards, bring him to me! Let me show her boyfriend the charms of a real woman!”

“But she’s a tiny… heh, guards?” Before you can even react, a bunch of guards have grabbed onto the pair of you and are now dragging you right up to Maleficant’s feet.

“I was afraid this would happen.” Grimhilde whispers over to you. “She’s jumped to her own conclusions. She wants to take you for herself to embarrass me, that greedy wench. Beware, my love, she isn’t nearly as… sharing… as I have been.”

“Well, it’s not like I won’t have fun breaking her.” You respond frankly.

Grimhilde gives a tight smile. “Can you, at least, go easy on my big sister?”

“No worse than I’ve done to you.”

“I… was afraid of that.”

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