Chapter 90

The wedding itself was insufferably pompous. I didn't enjoy participating in it, and I wouldn't enjoy recounting it. The real meat of the event, however, was right afterwards, and took very, very little preamble- handing out the masks was the job of a big team of people. Most of the masks had temporary enchantments, that would expire in a week's time; only the hired entertainment would be getting permanent versions, as that had been something they argued for.

My own disguise for the evening was simple: my dark brown hair turned jet black, my tits were bigger, and so was my dick, which strained mightily against the tight, sheer fabric of my skimpy little minidress. I was exclusively here to fuck, and I would not be playing coy about that. Hopefully, everyone else's disguises would be following suit.

Once I was in the big courtyard of the Ducal Palace, which we'd temporarily spatially expanded and very heavily decorated for the event, I spotted a slight flaw in my plan- for some reason I couldn't quite discern, possibly relating to my being a high-level Trickster, the whole 'you don't recognize me' effect of the masks was... not quite fully effective on me. This was most obvious when I was able to recognize my bride, Penelope Shang (she'd changed her family name to reflect having become the Duchess-Regnant of the newly-reborn House Shang), who may have given herself bigger tits and a dick that was already tenting that slinky little evening gown of hers, but was still the woman I'd just married.

So naturally, I walked over to say hello and pay my respects before the festivities really got started.

"Hello, wife," I said quietly as I approached her. Hanging off her arm was a very, very voluptuous woman with- oh wait that's Valerie Vega who's just slightly de-aged herself and made her hair a darker blonde. "Valerie. It's Roxy."

"These masks don't do anything, do they?" Penelope asked, frowning a little.

"Oh, they work, just... not on me, it would seem," I said, shrugging. "But, maybe it's a good thing I could spot you- I do owe you a wedding night, after all. Besides, the sooner someone gets fucked on a table, the sooner the party will really get started. So, how about it? One of you ladies want to be a trendsetter?"

Penelope considered this carefully, and then, with a single, fluid motion, grabbed the fabric of her skirt and hiked it up, exposing herself from the waist down.

"There we go," I said, before grabbing Penelope under the arm and casually tossing her up onto the adjacent table, and pulling out my dick. We'd fucked a few more times between that threesome with Valerie and now- each time without Valerie, because while Valerie did have some tremendous boobs, I found her personally repugnant, and had kinda gotten over that initial hatefuck-y 'punish her with sex' thing. Which was good, because in addition to that being kind of a fucked up way to think about sex, it also didn't really work because Valerie liked being 'punished' that way.

I forced the thoughts of my new wife's future wife to the side, and instead focused on, well, my new wife, who was now flat on her back, sprawled out on a table that was at the perfect height for me to bang her on top of. Whose pussy was wet and glistening, and begging for my cock.

So with a grunt of effort, I lined myself up, and slammed myself home, hilting myself in her cunt with a single thrust. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around my back and over my hips, so I took my hands off of her hips and moved them up to her chest, parting and displacing the fabric that so rudely dared to stand between my hands and my wife's fat knockers.

I grunted some more as I started to really go at her, picking up the pace and relishing in the beautiful bouncing of her boobs in my hands as I pounded my hips into hers. I know I said I wasn't that upset about Penelope having normal-sized boobs, but now that hers were big, I kinda really wanted her to keep them that way, and...

...Well. There was a way for me to make her tits bigger, without using any magic at all. I still would use magic, just to ensure I got the exact outcome I wanted, but I didn't need to.

Once the time was right, I came inside her... and this time, I turned off the Incubus magic that made me infertile. Through Incubus (and, funnily enough, Rancher) I could feel her get pregnant, and with only the lightest pulse of magic, I was able to ensure that she'd give birth to a beta exemplar.

"There we go," I murmured, letting my eyes close in the afterglow. "Don't let anyone say I didn't give you an heir..."

"Thank you, darling," Penelope said, placing a loving hand over my own. "But... I think someone's feeling left out."

I turned my head barely an inch, and already I could see Valerie hovering just to the side, a pleading look on her face, begging me to pick her up and breed her next.

"...Hrm," I murmured, wondering if I really wanted to knock up my girlfriend's mom.

...Oh who the hell am I kidding, of course I did.

I turned back to Penelope, giving her a quick kiss, before deflating my knot and pulling myself out of her. Then I gestured for Valerie to come closer and, once she was in reach, grabbed the front of her dress and tore it off of her, leaving her completely naked.

"I'm all yours," Valerie whispered, before I silenced her with another kiss.

I tossed Valerie onto the table, and more specifically, on top of Penelope. A quick lubrication spell and some hand-work later, I had Penelope's cock- now as big as my own- buried inside Valerie's ass, and all that was left for me was to magically lower the table by several inches, and line myself up with Valerie's pussy.

It annoyed me greatly that Valerie, who was so repulsive a human being, got to be this hot. Here she was, with an amazing body that plenty of women would commit murder to have, and some truly immaculate hole game, and yet? She sucked so badly. Why couldn't these fat tits and breeder hips and this soft pussy all have gone to literally anyone else who didn't suck this bad?

...Well, arguably, it had. Vanessa Vega looked a hell of a lot like her mother, and wasn't nearly so repugnant. But, well. You get what I mean.

I grunted, grabbing Valerie's tits roughly, and started to pound away at her, even harder than I had the first time we'd fucked. Which was, incidentally, also the last time we fucked, and if I was being perfectly honest, I had regretted not getting my hands on these tits before I walked out. But, well. Now I was getting my hands on them, and... well, honestly, I kinda wished I'd found Penelope a different bride, because now, after realizing what Valerie's body could offer? I wanted to savor this. I wanted to savor her. I wanted to keep her, make her swear the same willing slave oath as Vanessa had, and put her in a collar and fuck her whensoever I felt like it. I wanted to own her, to make her mine, to reduce her down to nothing more than a toy for me to play with when I got bored.

...But that was generally considered an anti-social thing to do, and while Valerie would unquestionably be up for it if I asked her, and even more up for it if I did it without asking, it would also annoy Penelope, and also the Vega sisters, who I actually liked, so... Alas, no, I would not be putting their mother in a collar and a leash.

I would, however, be knocking her up, just like I had Penelope.

And once she was pregnant, I'd take a body art marker, and write a simple pair of words on Valerie's chest:

"FREE USE"

There we go. Perfect.

After popping my cork back out of her cunt, I looked around at the ball, and grinned at the scene around me. More people had started fucking. Not all of them, or even most of them, but enough of them that I could be confident that things would get a lot wilder as the night progressed.

To that end...

I grabbed a wine glass from a nearby table that I hadn't just had sex on, and tossed it back like a shot, intentionally suppressing my poison resistance to let it get me drunk. After all, if I was tipsy, I couldn't reliably see through the masks.

And what was the point of a masquerade ball if I already knew who I was about to fuck in the ass?