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*Chapter 103 - Sex, Manipulation, and Rewards
🕑 Added 2021-10-04 18:04:24 +0000 UTCChapter 103 - Sex, Manipulation, and Rewards
They were all standing in a barren throne room. Dust lined the floor and fading light illuminated the castle through narrow windows far above, and rotting wooden doors stood behind them. When Jason’s eyes finally came upon the robed skeleton sitting on the throne - he stopped and kept his gaze briefly before switching to get a better look at Trey, and the intimidating newborn devil burning with deep red hellfire while standing beside him.
“How… did we end up here?” pondered Ashe absentmindedly as she too looked around the ancient room. “Trey? Who or what is that standing next to you? Why are we here?” She stopped herself when she noticed the massive amount of bleeding, bruising and gashes across Trey’s body and put a hand up to her mouth. By far, Trey’s right arm was the worst of it and was only hanging on by slender strips of tissue.
Ezdeath was in a similar condition, and having removed her helm - the succubus showed serious signs of trauma with large bruises and a broken horn even aside from the broken, torn wings.
Moments later Trey had collapsed in exhaustion.
“MOVE!” screamed Rivia as she shoved people out of the way to get to Trey. She immediately cast Immortal’s Infernal blessing to keep Trey in the world of the living while she went to work with rejuvenation miracles, and Jason rushed over to Ezdeath to hand her some healing potions while she worked on herself with another font of life spell.
Ezdeath’s ragged breathing was apparent, but she became visibly concerned after looking over at Trey - beginning to focus her Font of Life spell on him rather than herself. It helped prevent him from going into shock and mended pieces of the trauma that Rivia’s miracles hadn’t gotten to yet. After uttering the incantation, Trey’s wounds slowly began to heal. Ezdeath looked up at the devil towering over her warily before baring her teeth and bringing her wings from her back.
“YOU DID THIS!” Ezdeath unsheathed her claws to step towards the devil aggressively. “This is YOUR FAULT! You were supposed to keep Azoth preoccupied and you nearly let the heir DIE!!!”
Sithis frowned, well - as much as a devil could frown considering the way their sadistic grins of many long teeth stayed in place much of the time. The familiar voice that came from him though - it signaled to the others who he really was. “I did my best… I am sorry.”
The rest of the group looked at each other in confusion.
“Sithis?” murmured Izumi. “Are you… Sithis?”
“Do you like my new body?” replied Sithis with a small grin. The hellfire about him died down to reveal a sleek black body with skin much like Atharost’s, but the wings, horns, and legs were quite different. He was also significantly larger in more ways than just height - his frame was huge, muscular, and powerful. If you crossed a gargoyle with an ifrit, combining those with the sinister ever-grinning and terrifying face that came with Trey’s aspect of the Devil, you’d get what Sithis was now. Plus the extra set of arms, of course.
An aura of magic far surpassing any of their own graced their beings and caused them all to shiver. “I have never been so impressed in all my years of existing…”
The party members turned in unison towards the hooded and robed skeleton on the throne. It’s mouth hadn’t moved, but Xil’s voice had definitely originated from it.
“Not only were you able to succeed in procuring the amulet, but you caused my long time nuisance great embarrassment in the process. I had frankly thought you all dead. So I wanted to bring you here face to face to congratulate you all on a job well done.” The skeleton raised a barren bony finger up to point at Trey. Another flash appeared and suddenly Trey was standing on two feet with his wounds completely healed. “Excellent job, summoner. Or should I say, Eleknar’s Heir? Or better yet, should I address you as ‘prince?’ You have far exceeded my expectations. May I also extend my congratulations to your symbiote, or should I say - devil?”
Xil laughed softly instead of his regular manical one. “To think you actually were able to rip out a piece of his soul to create a brand new devil. I have never heard of such a thing done with a specimen as powerful as Azoth. I had reserved only a small hope for your success in retrieving the amulet I sought, but it seems I was underestimating you. I now see why Talsh’Noc’Un chose you as its wielder.”
“Wait, we won? WE WON!?” asked Coctim loudly in a confused yet excited laugh. “YESSS!!!!”
“It looks like you pushed yourself too hard Trey,” snapped Izumi with a frown. She didn’t know what’d transpired, but she could certainly guess. “You could have gotten yourself killed Trey. I still think you should have let us come with you.”
“And I would have definitely lost many of you if I HAD brought you along,” retorted Trey defensively, inspecting his body over to make sure his wounds were all gone as the symbols along his chest began to fade away again - though the crowns in his eyes remained. “It was worth risking my life to save my friends.”
Xil nodded. “Most would have definitely died. I was awestruck when you managed to warp reality to avoid Azoth’s attack. I have never seen magic like that before, it makes me quite curious. Is it even magic? I don’t know. Another time, if you would allow me to, I would like to take a look at you to see what makes it tick. But that can wait. Are you ready for your reward?”
Members of the party began to cheer and hug one another as they realized that they had accomplished their task without losing a single member. High fives and shouts of praise were given to one another - but primarily focused on the combatants - as they all celebrated briefly before quieting down. Izumi came up to give Trey a brief hug, and both Jason and Ashe whacked him hard on the back before turning to talk to Sithis about what had happened. Ezdeath seemed perplexed, but soon her expression changed to one of contentment as she happily looked about her new set of friends. It had been too long since she had had real social interaction, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Napoleon and Atharost immediately began inspecting their long-time friend, Sithis, and his new body.
“You you look scary.” Napoleon said hesitantly, poking at the ten-foot-tall devil infant. “But you on our side so it it ok.”
Atharost chuckled, crossing his arms and sizing Sithis up. “It appears that I’m no longer the tallest in our group any longer.”
Sithis, spreading his wings and looking down on the ifrit while crossing all four of his own arms, chuckled. “You haven’t been since Juila turned, she’s been your height ever since.”
Brief overviews of what had happened transpired between those who’d been there and those who’d been left behind due to lacking a means to enter the temple safely. Ezdeath was given props by nearly everyone there, causing her to blush as she worked on fixing her horn with healing magic, and Coriana in particular was impressed by the succubus’ prowess - stating numerous times that Ezdeath had saved her life when she’d nearly been caught early in the fight. Meanwhile, Rivia just doted on Trey. The priestess patted him down, examined him thoroughly, and gave him a firm kiss on the cheek after finally making sure everything was in order.
“I don’t know what you just did, but thanks.” Taen extended a hand out to Trey after congratulating Coriana for a job well done. “I probably couldn’t have done it without your help.”
“Not a problem my dude,” replied Trey with a wide grin as he warmly took the handshake. “I’ll tell you all about it later. But yeah! Let’s see those reward options shall we?!”
Xil was of the same mindset.
In response to Trey’s request, a series of three shining orbs of light appeared in front of the group before dimming down to reveal items that hovered mid air. A golden scroll appeared first that didn’t seem to have any writing on it, but decorative designs were etched into the borders to give it a splendid appearance. It hummed steadily after appearing.
The second item to appear was a simple crystal ball the size of a man’s head, seemingly simple in nature; it was out of place in the mix of choices. The last item materialized was a unique armor set - it seemed to be one piece, but was missing the fingertips of the gauntlets. Black mithril plate pieces were interspersed over a layer of what looked like shiny black spandex, but upon further inspection it was noted to be some sort of pliable metal so that the wearer may move around more freely than with a normal set of armor. The armor came from the feet up to cover where the nose would be and wrapped around the back of the head - but did not cover the top of the head nor the eyes. It looked very much like high tech ninja armor, but only in black mithril form. One by one the status pages were all revealed for the members of Trey’s group to gaze upon.
Spell Scroll of the Blasphemer: Novar Denue Multufos
Item Tier: (12) Mythic
Requirements: Illusion Attribute
Durability: 30/30
Special: Learn a unique tier 2 spell - Novar Denue Multufos: You become extremely likeable and have immense influence over others with less willpower than you for three hours time.
Orb of Farsight
Item Tier: (11) Legendary
Bonuses: Recharge rate of mana points increased by 7 per second
Requirements: 31 Wisdom, 64 Luck
Durability: 32/32
Special: Orb of Farsight stores up to 5 charges at any given time. User may activate Orb of Farsight to gain undetectable vision up to 12 miles away for a period of 40 minutes. Upon use, one charge is used. Charges have a 48 hour cooldown time for refilling.
Synthesizer Suit
Item Tier: (12) Mythic
Armor: +620 physical resistance, +588 magic resistance
Bonuses: None
Requirements: 120 Strength
Durability: 5895/5895
Special:
- Self Repair: Damage taken by Synthesizer Assassin Suit will auto repair over time unless the suit is entirely destroyed
- Body Mould: Synthesizer Assassin Suit moulds to the user’s body based on preference of the wearer
- Noiseless: Your footsteps are dampened to a high degree
Taen looked each one over then looked curiously to Izumi who stood next to him. “Which one do you think y’all would want?”
Izumi shrugged indifferently, and adjusted her goggles and top hat. “I would feel bad if I picked this time too after getting my choice last time. To be fair, it was really Trey that did nearly all of the work anyways from the sound of it. I think he should get to pick.”
Ashe and Jason both nodded in agreement.
“I think getting that set of armor would be the correct choice,” mentioned Ashe who pointed to the synthesizer suit. “That way Trey could actually walk around without showing off his body to every girl he comes across.”
Taen snickered and Jason deeply frowned.
“Well he does go pretty ham and he needs something to protect him other than cloth or nothing at all. And you’ve really gone out of your way to help us become stronger Trey. I think you should take the armor for yourself as well.” Jason smiled widely. “The other two would be alright too, if that’s what you wanted. But I’ve been thinking you need a set of real armor for quite a while now as you’re the front line.”
“And the armor doesn’t even have a top to its head! It would be perfect, your horns wouldn’t get in the way!” noted Izumi enthusiastically.
Trey smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head as a gust of musty breeze filtered through the ancient room, causing the old tattered tapestries above them to sway. “Wow, y’all all seem pretty on board with this idea huh. I was actually kind of thinking the same thing, but didn’t want to be greedy and take it for myself. Thanks guys. I really appreciate it, and I’ll be sure to let someone else take the next cool item we come across. Yo Xil, I’ll be taking the Synthesizer Suit. Please and thanks!”
The lich merely nodded.
“You have completed the quest: Xil’s Games - complete the trials Xil puts before you and survive the final champion fight at the end. You have gained XP. ”
***
A day later and they were still celebrating their victory. Juila had been born again, and they were all rather drunk.
Telipe lightly tugged at Napoleon’s tail as she sat atop one of the coffins along the wall to overlook the rest of their celebrating group, her long tanned legs hanging out in front of her. Everyone else was getting absolutely hammered, with even Coctim participating as he chugged from one of Jason’s flasks only to vomit moments later to the laughter of the others. Taen was in deep conversation with Ezdeath, while Ashe drunkenly put an arm around the succubus and slyly nuzzled up to the stunning woman.
All of this laughter, banter and getting to know one another was of course drowned out by piggy’s loud squealing as Trey rammed into her backside along the wall to Telipe’s left. That man had absolutely no shame, and Piggy certainly didn’t either. Even Rivia had joined them, pressing Trey’s mouth firmly to hers and taking her clothes off in anticipation of her turn as her hands worked across his body in an over-the-top display of lust. Telipe was more than certain Ezdeath had something to do with it though. More than once Telipe caught Rivia glaring menacingly over at the succubus, who like the others occasionally looked Trey’s way but otherwise paid them no attention. Everyone except the newcomers had already found this behavior to be nothing but normal, and Jason along with Izumi completely ignored it all together. Taen was a little off-put by this raunchy public display, but he never said anything negative about it.
The imp in her lap began purring under Telipe’s ear scratches and massaging, and she couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of it.
Regardless of how cute she thought Napoleon was, she had been doing her best to get on his good side for more… opportunistic reasons, rather than just friendly ones. She’d gone back and forth on the matter of trying to manipulate the imp - but after Trey’d shot her down the last time, she’d settled on using Napoleon as a means to an end. The internal politics of their small group weren’t set in stone, other than the unspoken rule of Trey being the group’s leader, but Napoleon was the most easily exploited after observing how things were run. Already he’d gotten her out of those damnable chains after having him talk to Trey about it, gotten Ashe to promise they’d buy her some new clothes when they next visited a shop so Telipe wouldn’t have to run around naked anymore, and gotten them an expensive wine bottle to boot that sat beside her this very moment. They were small triumphs, but nevertheless she could see herself going far by using the imp’s favor to her advantage.
She let out a relaxed sigh and rested her head back against the tomb’s stone wall behind her. She also wore a new pair of hoop earrings Napoleon had found in one of the coffins, and they looked surprisingly nice on Telipe. Usually when she went about manipulating people, it was mortal men. She had never tried to manipulate a demon before but found Napoleon to be rather simple-minded regarding her, when in other rare situations he seemed like an absolute genius. That was certainly for the better though, and she assumed Napoleon just liked the attention.
Telipe’s green eyes flitted over to where Trey finished with Piggy and swapped over to Rivia, the demoness put her hands against the wall and aggressively shoved her ass towards him with a naughty look. He was certainly an attractive man even despite the large scar on his face and wasn’t that bad to talk to whenever Rivia and Piggy weren’t trying to get his attention. But those two other women were basically throwing themselves at him, which made it that much harder to move up the social standing here - and it seemed as if Ezdeath also had an eye for the summoner. Rivia believed him to be some sort of demigod or prophet, and the priestess was obsessed with the idea of remaining as his favorite… which really pissed Telipe off.
Telipe’s upper lip curled as she eyed the beautiful demoness and she had to consciously restrain her irritation so that it didn’t put her in a bad mood. Throughout her entire life, Telipe had been one of the most attractive people in her social circles… making it easy to get what she wanted when she wanted it. Her face was a beauty to look at and she liked to swim a lot, giving her a toned musculature that many weak willed men had fallen prey to. However, Trey’s tastes in women were rather good… and Telipe wasn’t used to competing with others of her gender for male attention.
Then again, she still was slightly afraid of Trey. The fact that he had his hooks in her very soul made her come to the somber realization that she was here forever, lest she find another summoner or warlock to bind to. The chances of Trey selling her to another one were slim, and she was highly doubtful that another summoner would even want her. She had no combat abilities, and thralls were usually used to fight. For whatever reason Trey seemed fascinated by the idea of non-combat classes… such as her enchanting ability. Although she hadn’t used it to his benefit yet, she’d been told that she’d be put to use enchanting Izumi’s forged items whenever they finally settled down in a place to live comfortably.
She was also supposed to be using it sometime soon before they left Xil’s tomb on the items Trey’s group currently had.
Regardless, she was here now and there was nothing she could do about it. Thralls couldn’t survive without a soul contract, that much was known to her, so her current goal was to make herself valuable. That way she could ensure that she wouldn’t be thrown away to die on her own without a master… and if she had to compete for Trey’s attention, she would rather focus her efforts on the ones close to Trey that could vouch for her if the time came where her spot here was disputed.
Napoleon let out a yawn, his sharp teeth emphasizing his predatory nature more than the cute cuddly creature he usually presented with.
She chuckled, picked him up as he rubbed his eyes and kissed the imp on the forehead next to his long protruding horn. “Have a good nap?”
Napoleon licked her across the face as she laughed and reached for the wine bottle nearby, picking it up and taking a swig as the tiny demon spilled some over her lap. He looked at the mess he’d made with a frown. “Sorry sorry Telipe. I no no mean to.”
Napoleon hiccuped and put the wine bottle back down, looking around to orient himself to their surroundings. He caught a whiff of the food Piggy had made near the fire, licked his lips, and yawned again before turning his attention over to Trey and Rivia. His large ears perked up, and he narrowed his eyes. “Is that fun fun?”
“The sex they’re having?” Telipe resumed scratching behind his ears, immediately causing Napoleon to purr like a cat and curl up in her arms again. She grinned, thinking about how easy this was. “Sex is definitely fun.”
“Oh oh? I never have sex before. I want try try.”
Telipe tried not to laugh, but failed as a small chuckle left her lips again. “Well maybe you can ask Trey to find you a female imp.”
Napoleon snorted, folding his tiny hands together while deep in thought. He pondered this for a while, and hopped off to the side of where Telipe sat to begin pacing along the coffin’s lid. He seemed concerned if anything, and Telipe’s grin was replaced with a frown.
“Are you alright Napoleon?” Telipe asked hesitantly, putting the wine bottle to the side and shifting her position to look at him straight on.
The little demon fidgeted and muttered under his breath a couple times, still pacing, before coming to an abrupt stop and pointing up at the beautiful blonde elf in front of him. “Can we try try?”
The demihuman’s concern immediately vanished, and she had to quickly hide the look of shock and disgust with a very practiced, polite smile. “You… want to have sex with me? Not another imp?”
Napoleon nervously fidgeted again and nodded. “Yes yes. Only if you say ok.”
Telipe kept the polite smile on her face present as she internally reeled with the very idea of doing such a thing. She had heard that imps were rather perverted but had decided against it after meeting Napoleon, only to have her mind quickly changed back to acceptance right here and now. It was more than a little gross… but at the same time, seducing the imp would work to earn her his favor. In turn, that would earn her Trey’s favor because of his close friendship with the tiny bastard. There was that… and if she said no she would also chance ruining what she’d worked so hard for over the past couple weeks. All the effort that had gone into making herself a favorite for Napoleon would be wasted.
Yeah. She could do it. Napoleon at the very least was kind to her and it wasn’t like she was going anywhere anyways. Might as well take their friendship to the next level to secure her spot as a more permanent addition than some of the other thralls she’d seen or heard about.
Curiously, she poked a finger into Napoleon’s stomach and slid down his skin to where his genitals should be. “Sure… but you don’t have anything there Napoleon… how are-”
She was interrupted as the imp proudly put himself on display. Apparently, imps could retract their manhood. It was a lot larger than she’d thought it would be, but still not nearly as big as a normal human or elf man.
“Uhm… ok.” Telipe put on a cheap smile and lightly touched his erect… thing. “Tell me where you want me.”
***
Another day passed, and they still hadn’t left. Why would they? It was nice to have a safe place to stay after all the hardships they’d been through, so a good long break was a welcome thing for all of them.
Alcohol swam down Trey’s throat like a river, emptying his mind of cares and anxiety as he downed the last of the flask. Celebrating their recent victory for having passed Xil’s games, Trey was more than happy to let loose. They were under the protection of the game master now that they were out of the second set, and anything that came into this tomb was as good as dead if they posed a threat to the recent victors.
Izumi told him he had a problem with binge drinking, but why should he care? It was a way to destress, and he couldn’t give less of a shit if his liver went out in ten years. He’d likely be dead long before that anyways at this rate. At least that’s how his thought process worked while inebriated.
He tossed the flask to the side, muffled a burp, and stumbled over to where Rivia lay on her front - fast asleep. She’d passed out early after having taken one too many shots, but the babe of a priestess had told him to go to town even if she did knock out.
So he didn’t hesitate.
Stumbling over, he knelt down over her and lifted up her skirt to reveal her long athletic legs. The red light of the tomb glistened off her skin, emphasizing the deep purple color she had. Pulling the skirt further up and revealing the two perky mounds of asscheeks, he just shook his head in wonder at how lucky he was to fuck this girl every day.
He glanced over to his left where Atharost was railing Juila’s asshole again for the third time that day while she loudly grunted through a gag stuffed in her mouth. The ifrit had become absolutely taken with the slave’s new body, and ever since her transformation into a demoness he’d been caught staring at her regularly.
Trey hadn’t asked Juila how she’d felt about it, but she hadn’t complained. Ever since Trey’d transformed her, she was just eager to please him - and in turn, his good friend Atharost whenever they wanted it. He doubted she’d complain even if she didn’t like it at this point, and the thick thighs of the red-skinned demoness had thus become a regular punching bag for the ifrit’s groin.
Spitting into his hand and ignoring the laughter and bickering from the rest of the party about twenty yards off, Trey began wetting Rivia’s beautiful pussy - rubbing in and around the lips of her vagina as she lay like a slug on the ground. She was drooling slightly into the blanket she lay on, but didn’t respond at all in her drunken stupor as her vaginal lips parted and Trey pushed his way in.
Settling against Rivia’s warm cervix wall with a satisfied sigh, Trey felt her tighten up on reflex and groaned as his penis was massaged by her musculature. Taking one more look at her stunning features, he lightly planted a kiss on her cheek and began slowly humping her.
The usual quick and rough sex was set aside for more gentle, steady motions so he wouldn’t wake her up. Even though she’d already given him the go ahead before passing out, she was obviously exhausted from the prior events… and he didn’t want to deprive her of sleep.
So instead he just closed his eyes and focused on the way her wet vaginal walls tightened against his cock as he slid in and out with a rhythm, tapping her ass lightly with small ripples every time his abdomen contracted as juicy noises sounded with every thrust as she got wetter.
“Oh my god…” Trey hummed, grabbing one of her round asscheeks and tensing up while trying not to cum early. He slowed down, feeling her warm mounds of flesh between his fingertips and around his shaft as the limp woman remained motionless underneath him. “I can’t believe I get to fuck this babe every day…”
He lasted another two minutes of slow, controlled thrusting - keeping his eyes locked on her face until he climaxed and let a load of cum loose inside her. Buried deep against her cervix again, he closed his eyes and let it go - wondering whether or not they even had any more of that weed they’d been using as contraceptive.
Did it really matter at this point? He wouldn’t be too opposed to letting Rivia have his kids anyways. They’d certainly get the better end of the genetic spectrum.
He glanced over to his right where Piggy and Telipe were waiting by like they’d been told to do, both naked and on all fours with leather collars around their necks. The leashed collars had been found in one of the coffins earlier that day, and Trey’d drunkenly put them on a little while ago before outwardly proclaiming Telipe his new dog to the amusement of some... and irritation of others - namely Jason.
He’d always wanted pets as a kid, and he’d never gotten them - but now he had a dog AND a pig to play with whenever he wanted!
He snapped his fingers in their direction. “Get over here.”
Piggy oinked a couple times, and the brunette elf scrambled over the stone floor to grovel beneath where he knelt. She began licking his legs, thighs, and eventually began to clean his cock off with her mouth between snorts and oinks. It was completely degrading, in character, and Trey loved it.
Telipe on the other hand was brand new to this kind of treatment, and it was obvious by her lack-luster enthusiasm that she had conflicting emotions. She barked a couple of times, her golden wolf ears laid back as she crawled over on all fours too - her long tan legs propping her round ass up next to Trey as her tail lifted up to reveal her perfectly sculpted backside. The blonde demihuman placed her face on the floor, reached around to grasp the cleanly shaven lips of her vagina, and pulled them apart for him to see as she barked again.
“Hey Telipe…” Trey began, brushing back Piggy’s hair as he watched her work. “I heard you and Napoleon had a good time yesterday.”
He was referring to the sex. If he hadn’t been told by Ashe, he’d not even have known. Good for the imp - he was just surprised.
Telipe blushed deeply and averted her eyes. “Yes. He was very sweet about it.”
Piggy was speeding up her cleaning, sloppily licking his dick like a lolipop before deep-throating and gagging - then repeating it again. Her green eyes were kept focus on his own the entire time, and the older woman quivered with excitement as he wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and rammed his dick into the back of her throat.
She sputtered and coughed violently, tears coming to her eyes while her face turned bright red - and the light of the tomb’s glow stone above them reflected off the pentagram on her forehead. He smirked at the symbol of his slave’s position for a couple seconds and then pulled out, letting the elf breath in deep gasps before doing it again and violently slapping her across the face.
“Squeal.”
She tried to obey, but all that came out while her throat was obstructed was sputtering and bits of saliva. He hit her across the face again, leaving a handprint along her cheek this time and yanked her hair back as he pulled out again.
Roughly throwing the gasping woman to the ground onto her back, he aggressively groped her large breasts and slapped her a third time across the face while mounting the slave. “You’re such a dumb bitch.”
Slamming a hand around her throat and beginning to choke the elf, he spread her pale legs apart and began aggressively violating her. Wet, sloppy sounds of her cunt being hammered loudly, rapidly echoed as his dick plowed her insides while she gagged. Her face began to turn blue as he continued to squeeze, and her legs were kicking wildly as she struggled to breathe - until he let go and she gasped again.
Seconds later, Trey stuck his tongue into her mouth, kissing her while combatively groping her right breast and left hip. The older woman’s hands reached around to cling to Trey’s back, and she frantically grunted while making out with the man who owned her. Tits and legs flopping wildly under the assault, she did her best just to hold on and cried out when she finally got some breathing room again:
“UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH-”
Trey open-palm slapped her hard across the face again, turning her loud grunt into a yelp. He loved abusing this woman, and by how wet she was - it was obvious she was liking it as well.
The crazy bitch.
“Piggy-” Trey said between panting, his abdomen contracting rapidly while repeatedly shoving into the elf slave. “Do we have any viscar weed left?”
Viscar weed was the contraceptive they’d been using up until this point, and Trey grasped Piggy by the cheeks to pooch her lips while yanking her face to meet his eyes as he asked the question.
“No master!!! We’ve been out for days!”
The elf let out a particularly loud and involuntary squeal when Trey’s dick slammed into her back wall, and then began panting again to regain her breath as Trey unloaded inside her.
He grinned down at his plaything and nodded approvingly, looking the pretty elf over as he remained planted in her womb. “Good, because I’ve decided I want kids. You and the other slaves are going to give them to me.”
Rivia was just waking up from the sheer amount of noise having sex with Piggy had unleashed, but she abruptly came awake at those words. She rubbed her eyes frantically and did a double take in Trey’s direction.
Piggy’s own expression changed into one Trey couldn’t quite place, but her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack underneath the grip of his hands on her face.
Telipe, the tanned naked demihuman girl who still had her ass propped up for Trey to hump, also looked back with a slight amount of shock. “You… want us to have your children?”
Rivia quickly cut off any further words Telipe was about to say as she quickly rubbed her eyes and groveled before her summoner. “My lord! It would be such an honor to bear the children of the Heir!”
The priestess hesitantly looked up though, and cocked her head to the side curiously. “Are… are we able to do so though?”
Trey gave her a questioning look, pulled out of Piggy and violently slapped the elf’s face a final time with a satisfying *CRACK* that echoed throughout the tomb. The bruised and abused elf clutched at her face, but she remained focused on Trey as he replied.
“Is there a reason you wouldn’t be able to?” Trey asked with his handsome, scarred features contorting into a frown.
Rivia lowered her gaze again, remaining prostrated before him. “I would certainly like to try, my lord, it would be a great honor! I just know that Eleknar has tried in the past to conceive children, and it often takes… a very long time to do. It is hard for the Essence to pass on their powers to creatures they aren’t bonded to, so creating a child… is often done with very powerful individuals. In the past, only archdemons and supreme class demons were able to bear Eleknar’s children.”
“He’s had more?” Trey asked curiously while scratching his head. He drunkenly glanced over at Telipe, smiled, and jerked her tail back violently to pull the wolf-girl his way as she yelped.
Rivia nodded enthusiastically, but her smile was widening. “Yes! They’ve all died, to my knowledge, except for Sithis… Sithis is an unusual case. I’ve never heard of Eleknar having a son the way he did this time.”
Trey was only half-listening to the priestess at this point, while enthusiastically groping his newest addition to the harem and feeling out Telipe’s thighs as she remained on her knees. “Well we can at least try then. I’d really like to see what kind of kids an elf, a demihuman, and a culn would give me…”
Perhaps Juila and Ezdeath could eventually be added to that list too, but Ezdeath was currently off limits until she showed signs of interest… and Juila? She was the community whore, and it would be a shame to take Atharost’s toy away. If she did happen to conceive children, it would be up in the air as to whose child it was.
Though if that happened, Trey hoped it’d be fairly obvious considering what characteristics it would bring based on the father.
He was fingering Telipe’s pussy and was about to slide in when he heard her stutter.
“I-I’m not ready to be a mother yet!”
He turned his attention back to her, where the hair on her tail was sticking straight up, her ears were flat against her head, and her green eyes were wide with anxiety.
Trey smirked and raised an eyebrow. “Alright that’s fine. I thought you said you wanted me to fuck you though? Do you want me to stop?”
The demihuman had voiced her concerns thrice now, and this was the first time they’d mate. She’d been very timid about not being used in any way, shape or form - and had heard many stories about the sacrifices summoners would make of their minions they grew tired of. She’d even seen Rivia’s own sacrifices back at the Fost compound before Chekz had attacked the guild. She also knew that thralls couldn’t survive without a summoner’s contract, and she’d been extremely scared of going out into Teretog on her own - prompting the stunning young woman into accepting Trey’s offer of enlistment. Better here than risking it on her own and likely ending up dead.
However, this was a little much for her.
“I’d though we’d be using viscar weed!” Telipe spouted out as her lips began to tremble. “Please! I don’t want to bring a child into this world yet! Not here… in this terrible place.”
Trey nodded in understanding and smiled politely. “Fair enough. Any problems with me using your asshole then?”
Telipe paused, and even grimaced slightly, then lowered her eyes and rubbed at the pentagram carved into her forehead. She turned her gaze to the far wall in submission. “I can agree to that. Thank you mast--!!!”
The demihuman let out a sharp gasp as she felt her asshole rip, and she covered her mouth and screamed. Her toes gripped the floor and she used her free hand to steady herself as Trey’s thrusting slammed into her backside, threatening to throw her off balance if she didn’t while her breasts were pressed firmly into the stone ground. Her calf muscles went into spasm, and her thighs went rigid.
“Bark for me!”
Telipe managed to let out a half-hearted whimper of a bark and then screamed into her mouth again, then repeatedly screamed as her tiny brown anus was stretched to its limits.
“Good girl…” Trey muttered drunkenly while petting the screaming young woman’s head like he would a dog. “Good girl, Telipe. I'll let you on to a little secret though, keep making Napoleon happy - and I'll be sure to reward you by keeping you around.”
