InterLewd: Purity’s Corruption – [❤️❤️❤️]

There is a woman outside getting fucked against the wall. She started out by crying and saying that her pussy was promised to Twistroot, but the wood elf loses her composure as the high elf keeps thrusting inside her, breaking her sole devotion to the mayor with a tear-stained smile. The high elf finishes inside her, leaving the twitching woman by the fence as he flicks his hair back in a huff of superiority. He walks off, still naked, and another elf takes his place, this one with a far more pronounced chest yet sizeable cock. The feminine elf brings his cock up to the dazed woman’s lips, and she latches on, accepting her place.

You’ve seen scenes like this play out again and again as a pecking order establishes itself with criminals from the Purity Front settling down in Pretty Purity Lifestyle Village.

The gated community is such a genial idea, it’s a wonder the Purity Front hadn’t pushed for it sooner. Then again, the Purity Front consists of a mortal elves instead of clever succubi like yourself. Mortals can be so innocent, thinking they’d paid for their time in the pens for several days. Thinking they wouldn’t just get mindbroken again~ Hells, you played with two of those elves you’re watching, but the gems they had to wear protected their minds and souls from their experience.

Fat load of good it does for them if a higher-ranked elf decides to use them or adopt them as a servant.

You sigh, wishing you had a servant of your own. Well, a useful one. Instead, you’re washing the dishes by hand, like some sort of low-class wood elf. At least you get a good view through the window. You may have to give that bitch Twistroot lip service, but her public nudity and free use edicts are good ideas.

Hmm, once you’re done you’re going to go outside and shove your futa dick into that gagging wood elf’s wet pussy. Look at how she’s playing with herself as she gets throatfucked, she’s clearly in need of you.

You drop the plate with a yelp, a thick rod spearing into your own wet pussy. You hold onto the edge of the sink as your tits and belly get bounced around by a vicious bout of surprise sex, your cock slapping against your permanently pregnant belly. The fact that you can see the glowing dick through your stomach makes it clear who’s fucking you.

“Lictaria!”

“’Sup?”

Before you can growl at her, her glowing tongue slips into your mouth and your eyes flutter closed as she pulls you into a kiss. Her rhythm gets chaotic, her glowing member throbbing inside you before she finishes with a happy sigh. You drink in her DESIRE, shuddering as your orgasm splatters your cock juice all over the front of the sink.

“You going to clean that up?” Lictaria motions to the puddle of cum.

A part of you would have once been horrified at the prospect of drinking cum. Thankfully, Lord Quinn removed that annoying personality trait.

“It’s on the floor.” You deadpan.

You may be a perpetually pregnant futanari succubus, but you still have standards!

“So?” Lictaria grins and rubs your belly sensually. “Aren’t you eating for two?~”

You roll your eyes at her and swivel your pregnancy out of her grasp. You make the excuse one time…

“Hya?” Linkette leans on the kitchen doorway, sipping from a mug of coffee. “Hut!”

“I hate using the mop.” Lictaria grumbles. “Soapy mop cum isn’t nearly as good as fresh jizz.”

That’s the problem with your six roommates. None of you are used to menial chores. In your mortal life, you had the help. All you had to do was train, get contracts, and kill. Now that you’re living the easy life, Twistroot made it illegal for you to have more than one servant. Not for futanari, but specifically your household of demonic futanari.

The woman that was formerly Zephyr Highthane is useless. Basically a glorified cocksleeve. You and Lictaria peek over Linkette’s shoulder to watch Rekti and Nicegash spitroast the moaning whore, just in time to catch River spray the slut with her oversized pussy. She douses the mortal in feminine fluids, then her cock explodes all over her, leaving River’s oversized chest heaving as she leans back on the couch.

PLAPPAPLAPPAPLAPPAPLAPPA!

Neither Rekti or Nicegash slow down, shoving their cocks even deeper on the house cumrag.

You pout. Those three have been hording the nameless woman all day!

“Haaah…” Linkette shakes her head. “Yah?”

It would be nice to go out and get some air. It’s easy to forget that you can go enjoy the gated community, instead of staying inside in a constant futanari gangbang. The three of you put on your blue armbands and go out to have some fun.

Being demonic futa elves, your blue rank affords you a lot of privileges. You can refuse to have sex with anyone below your rank, just as you can force anyone below your rank to submit themselves to you. You can wear clothes, so long as enough of your genitals are exposed for a surprise penis inspection or pussy check. Owning property and being allowed out of the gated community are among the benefits as well, though you don’t really care about those privileges.

Mostly because the sole person at purple rank, Twistroot, changes her mind about the rules and permissions of each rank all the time.

For now, though, you have permission to use your magic. You cast an illusion over yourself so you look as you did when you were a mortal. A clothed, female, normal elf. Linkette manifests a sexy chain bikini and ties her foot-long dick to her leg. Lictaria…well, she just enjoys the looks she gets when people spot her glowing cock, so she walks out mostly naked. All she has are a pair of black stockings.

More people have been trickling back from their punishment at the pens these past couple days, filling the nearly deserted gated community with around forty elves. Some arrived earlier, like Captain Scornleaf. She’s in the wooded atrium between your house and the lovely little bodega next to it, taking full advantage of the green rank her heritage has earned her.

“SLURP-SLURRRRP! This is a fine cock!”

Captain Scornleaf wears some version of a military uniform, including a little hat, except it’s only from her sleeves up to her shoulders. She’s got a pair of black tights that squish around her crouching thighs, made from the expensive nylon they’ve been making lately. Two male high elves wearing nothing but yellow armbands, stand at attention to let the woman play with their cocks. They purse their lips to stop themselves from groaning, the former captain eagerly sucking everything they can give. A flow of feminine arousal spreads in a puddle underneath her, and a magical card dangles from her outie belly button piercing, hanging luridly at the end of her massive preggo belly.

She’s got a green armband, which affords her some of the same rights as you. Unlike blue ranks, she must have a magical card attached to her at all times, which constantly updates her sexual exploits, total births, commendations, and other stats. As a green rank, she’s allowed to keep it wherever she likes, instead of getting it clipped to her ear or her collar like lower ranks.

Green ranks are for high elves who’ve committed a respected service. Scornleaf, upon returning from the pens, volunteered as a test seedbed for some volatile fertility potions. You’re a bit jealous of her massive, swelling maternity, though not of the struggle it seems to put on her mortal body.

It may not be a problem for her for long.

“HNNNG!~” She grits her teeth and crosses her eyes, a vicious spray of arousal jetting from her pussy as an imp follows, agonizingly slowly. It plops to the ground and shakes its head, then flies up to latch to her breast. “Hah? Curses! Another imp!”

She wipes her brow, dislodging her hat enough for two small nubs poking through her forehead to be visible. Despite the state of her corruption, her DESIRE is more potent than ever. And her pregnancy has only barely gone down. She must have another six imps inside her, at least.

Lictaria licks her lips.

“You guys go on. I want to have some of that feast.”

She’s just fucked you and she’s going for another pregnant bitch? You huff. Whatever. You and Linkette rub your pussy lips as Lictaria makes her move. The former poison mage sashays over to Scornleaf, whose eyes light upon seeing her glowing rod. Lictaria pokes her in the tit with her drooling cock, snapping the card off her belly button to give it a look. Scornleaf whines, another splash of arousal sprinkling on the ground beneath her.

“’Sup bitch? Try any real cock lately, or are you just pushing out imps that’ll rape you when you’re done with these losers?” Lictaria grabs one of her milky nipples and pulls, the former captain moaning like the slutty seedbed she is. “’Cus your mouth is looking super fuckable. I might just throatfuck your so hard you’ll be puking imps.”

Scornleaf waves the yellow-ranked high elves away, hearts in her eyes as Lictaria lays her member across the side of her face.

“Mistress Lictaria…I would be honored if yo—ULP?!”

Some elves just haven’t realized yet: you don’t need permission.

Lictaria shoves her glowing cock down her gullet, grabbing the back of Scornleaf’s head by her military-compliant orange hair and forcing her face into the futa’s crotch. Lictaria’s dick is visible through her throat, glowing purple as it bounces up and down the high elf’s neck.

“URK” -sploosh-“URK” -sploosh-“URK” -sploosh-“URK” -sploosh!

Every thrust is accompanied by a splatter of femcum between her legs, Scornleaf hugging her tits tighter against her round stomach by the second. Her DESIRE mounts even higher, you and Linkette jilling faster as something strange begins to happen. A purple blotch spreads from Scornleaf’s mouth, slowly covering more of her body. Her eyes, lined with tears, grow darker and her horn nubs stretch farther up.

She’s being corrupted into demonhood!

“Stupid preggo bitch!~ Addicted to giving birth?~ Once you chug my load, Imma stuff your whore cunt full of so many imps you’re going to pushing them out for the next year!~”

Lictaria keeps facefucking her, the slow transformation getting you and Linkette even hornier. Her hand wraps around your cock as you finger yourself, and your tail wraps around hers, pulling it from under the chain bikini to play with. The mutual futanari masturbation gets more intense as Scornleaf lets out a muffled squeal, her quivering pussy lips spreading apart as another imp pushes its way out of her. With an orgasmic spray and a crescendo of DESIRE, Scornleaf births the imp and finishes her transformation. Linkette and you shoot ropes over Lictaria’s back, joining her as she creams inside the new demon’s mouth.

Lictaria sighs happily, but doesn’t pull out.  She grabs the moaning Scornleaf by the horns and shoves herself deeper inside to start again.

“Don’t let me hold you up!~ I’ve got to teach the new bitch how awesome drinking cum is!”

“Hah.” Linkette nods and ties her impressive member down once more.

You leave Lictaria and Scornleaf, the freshly born imp settling on her tit and wagging his cock in her face so she could jack it off.

You and Linkette decide to hang by the entrance of the gated community. It’s nearly evening, so those yellow-ranked elves with jobs throughout Haven have to return before curfew. You sit on a tree root as you watch them come through the iron gates, letting out sighs of relief when they pass without issue. There are those who help manage the burgeoning businesses, their pussies, assholes, and dicks sore from relieving a growing customer base and dissatisfied frontline workers. A few nurses, an easier job, though with a higher skill required. Even a few maids from the richer parts of the city, following a trend recently set by Sunday and November.

Most of them are elves, though there are a few high elves among them who haven’t found the will to devote themselves to Haven. If they had, they’d be green-ranked, and would be living an easier life within the walls of the gated community.

Sure, they have some mandatory breeding. But isn’t that just the price of living here?

The yellow-ranked elves go to the open air lockers, where they leave their clothes before joining the community. There’s a few that get your pussy wet, your dick hard, or even your milk-heavy tits aching. Sadly, the card clipped to their ears have green circles; confirmed impregnated by a high-value mortal elf. You’re not allowed to fuck those for fear of damaging their fetuses.

You smirk when you spot a nervous elf with light green hair putting away a set of clothes that looked more casual than the rest. She’s surprised that everyone’s acting so normal as they disrobe, trying to hide her rack with her arm as she closes the locker door.

Fresh meat!~

You giggle to yourself and sneakily get next to her.

“You new here?” She jumps, but relaxes upon seeing your disguise.

Just a normal elf here~ No pregnancy making you suuuper horny, nor even a fat, throbbing cock that want to invade her insides! Not at all!~

“Y-yeah. I just got out of something called…the pens? I don’t remember what I did there.” She bites her lip and looks around. “What’s going on here? Last I knew, the Purity Front had us getting ready to charge the food storage.”

You look her up and down. Decent tits, perky ass, but nothing much to write home about. No wonder why it took her a while to pay off her debt in the pens. Poor girl, with her green hair, Twistroot will probably call her heritage into question and bump her down to orange. You’ll have to make an eager beaver out of her!

“Long story short, we lost.” You shrug at her gaped expression. “Good news is, it isn’t too bad here. So long as you understand everyone ranked above you can do nearly anything with you, and you can do practically anything to those ranked below you.”

She pulls at her armband. She sees yours and trembles. A hint of DESIRE surges beneath her conscious mind. She looks between your legs and a relief surges on her face. Silly mortal, even if you were hiding your dick, you can still fuck her without one.

“So below me would be…orange and red?”

“Bingo!” You wink and wrap your arm around her waist, your fingers drawing circles on her inner thigh. “Like that girl over there.”

A wood elf with long orange-red hair and light brown skin waits at the entrance with a smile. Her stats are clipped to her ear, and her body has been modified with breast enhancement potions, permanently wet pussy potions, tattoos, and studs on her nipples, ears, and nose. Her tits wobble excitedly as her orange-ranked boyfriend undresses himself with resignation. He must be one of the few orange-ranked elves allowed outside to check the crops.

“Hi Kluck!” Two other male elves, green-ranked, play with her as she waves at him. One is sucking on her tits, the other rubs his cock between her ass cheeks. “I missed you so much! I hope you don’t mind I got fucked by twelve more guys today! They stuffed me with so much cum I worry they might have overpowered the weak spurt of jism you shot into me this morning!”

She used to be flatter, and far more innocent looking. Now she’s got a stray pube on her face and used condoms tied to her bracelets. That’s life as an orange rank. Practically everyone’s toy, and subject to any manner of body modification or hypnosis someone of a higher rank demands.

“Oh…my goodness…” The yellow-ranked girl’s ears wiggle in a delicious mixture of horror and arousal. “Sweet Rootmother, is that—?”

She finally notices Linkette approaching them as she dispels the chains binding her cock. The member slaps between her toned thighs like a pendulum, alarming the male elves to her presence and demanding they make way. They grab a few locks of the orange-ranked woman’s hair and wrap it around their cocks before finishing themselves off with a couple cumshots on her body. They nod Linkette’s way and respectfully back off.

“That’s a futanari demon.” You gently rub her thigh and flex your demonic hypnotism. “You would be honored to fuck one.”

She watched, almost enraptured, as Linkette picks up the orange-ranked girl’s left leg, patting it as one would a healthy horse’s. She glides her stiffening rod under the girl, grinning as she shudders in pleasure. Feminine juices slather the throbbing foot-long member, the girl shaking with excitement as her engorged lower lips glide over a thick dick-vein.

“Kluk, look! This demon’s cock is so much bigger than the others!~ It makes your teeny-tiny cock look even smaller!” Linkette pushes the head of her cock against the wood elf’s entrance and slowly pushes her way inside. “Ooough! She’s spreading me apart!~ Her cock!~ So big!~”

Linkette’s massive dick makes an impression through the wood elf’s body as she slowly glides in and out of the squealing slut. She turns to look at Kluk and grins, slapping her round ass to invite him closer. Kluk reluctantly approaches, eyes on the arousal beading along her blonde-tufted pussy lips.

“Hah!” Linkette’s tail pushes him back.

The message is clear. Look, don’t touch. Kluk sadly masturbates as Linkette brings both her hands to the wood elf’s face to her mouth apart in a big smile. Her thrusts increase in power and speed until the wood elf’s eyes are rolled back and every slam of her hips sends her an inch off the ground.

You haven’t been idle while this has been going on. Your hands are firmly between the yellow-ranked mortal’s legs, whispering Linkette’s play-by-play into her ears as your fingers explore more of her inner folds.

You trace your fingers around her slavering pussy. Those doctor twins do a decent job helping those who were in the pens recover their bodies. It’s a bit of a waste, though. Why bother protecting their souls and restoring their bodies when they’re going to end up as your playthings? Just the way the girl melts into your embrace, legs spasming from messy orgasm after messy orgasm…you’re going to turn her right back into whatever mindbroken imp cumrag she was before they removed her soul guard. You reduce the illusion on your body and bring her face up to your milky breasts as your stomach swells into her body. Her eyes are hazy, yet she continues to watch Linkette violate the orange-ranked whore as she kisses your tits. Soon enough, she’s moaning as she takes your tit in her mouth chugging down as much as she can while she rubs your maternity.

“Mortals are so easy.” You giggle to yourself. She’s so lost in lust that she doesn’t even realize that your cock is poking into her thigh. “Don’t you want to be a happy pregnant elf like me?”

You coo into her ear, shivering in delight as you feel the hypnotism take effect. She looks at you, blushing bright red as she nods and rubs herself on your knee. Her slick juices run down your leg and you push her onto the ground to spread her legs. She gasps when she feels your cock prod at her entrance. In surprise? Passion? Who cares! You thrust into her and grin when she squeals and clamps on your cock.

You’re slamming your preggo belly on her body as your thrust into her, flicking droplets of milk all over her body with every thrust. Linkette is having a great time, too, her partner having gone fully limp as gobs of cum squirt from around her thoroughly fucked cunny. Even in a climax coma, the wood elf is giggling to herself as her boyfriend shoots ropes on Linkette’s toned ass.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!~”

Quinn’s tits, do mortals ever shut the fuck up? She thinks just because you’re holding her hands, you love her? No, bitch, it’s so you can pull her deeper on your fat cock. Fucking someone while pregnant takes leverage!

“’Sup fuckers!” Lictaria joins you, a healthy glaze of imp cum on her chest.

“Hya?” Linkette pulls out of the shuddering elf, then pulls her head up so she can clean Linkette’s cock.

“Scornleaf? You mean Pornleaf.” Her laughs cause her glowing cock to bob up and down, catching your cocksleeve’s attention. “She started popping imps out like crazy. Didn’t take much for her to get addicted to imp jizz.”

She catches sight of the male elf sadly massaging his cock as he watches his half-conscious girlfriend lap up her own juices off Linkette’s titanic bitchbreaker. Kluk notices too late, and she wraps her arm around his shoulder. She reaches into her stockings for two vials of pink liquid.

Kluk trembles. He wants to escape, but he’d bound by hypnotism to follow your orders.

“Don’t worry little guy~” Lictaria laughs as her pinky teases the tip of his prick. “I’ve had pleeeenty of practice!”

She uncorks one of the vials and pours it into her mouth. Instead of swallowing, she swishes it around for a bit until there’s nothing left. When she opens her mouth, her tongue unfurls, glowing a bright pink.

“Medicines, potions, are all sort of poisons.” Lictaria smirks.

She grabs the whimpering elf by the face and shoves her tongue into his mouth. He struggles at first, but as her tongue dances inside his mouth (and knowing her, down his throat), he gets weaker. His moans become softer. His features, softer. What little hair he had on his body and around his crotch falls away, his more rugged features adopting feminine curves.

You slow your thrusting to watch the transformation. From the way your girl is tightening on you, she’s enjoying the show as well.

When Lictaria breaks the kiss, his pink lips gasp for more. She slaps his ass, relishing in his girly whine. She uncorks the other vial and pours it on her cock, turning the purple glow to a bright pink.

“You want to be a good little slut?” Before Kluk could nod, Lictaria pushes him to his knees and pokes her member into his face. “Then suck it.”

Kluk gingerly opens his mouth, his cute lips wrapping around the glans as he looks up to Lictaria. At this point, his girlfriend has licked Linkette clean from base to tip twice, and she wakes enough to recognize the femboy she’s sucking cock next to.

“Kluk?” She smiles brightly. “I knew you were a horny slut like me!~ Isn’t sucking cock the best?”

Kluk’s eyelids flutter and his little prick shoots a tiny jet of jism.

“Haha, yeah! Mwah!~” She kisses Linkette’s cock, dragging her tongue slowly along the underside. “Soon enough, we’ll get you all the fun piercings and tattoos, and we can spend all day together riding so many dicks!~”

Kluk impales himself deeper on Lictaria’s glowing member. His eyelashes get longer and his lips thicker every time Lictaria stretches his throat. His hips fill out and his chest starts to balloon.

There’s only one problem.

Your cocksleeve is biting her lip and squirming as she watches. She should be paying attention to you! You slam you hips into her and she gasps, then moans as you thrust into her fast enough that her tits bounce to their limit.

“Focus on my dick!” You snap.

“I-I-I’m shorry!~ I jusht! Want! A demon cock!~”

“Guess what?” You drop the illusion and she squeals in joy.  “This demon’s cock is about to make you pregnant!”

Her inner walls clamp on your preggo futa cock like a vise, and your moan overpowers her pathetic mewling as your first cumshots flood her insides. She gasps as the DESIRE forms in her womb, swelling it out with every slam inside her. Her modest chest grows in size, bouncing to reach up to her chin. But you don’t stop fucking her, even when you stop shooting your load.

This bitch wants to get demon dicked? Fine! You’re going to keep fucking her past your orgasms, riding each one like waves crashing one after another. Her swollen preggo belly bounces against your own and you grin viciously as you pull her grip tighter against you.

Linkette and Lictaria whistle approvingly, then push their partners around so they could get a better look at your pregnant whore. Kluk and his girlfriend have their heads pushed down and their asses up, the demons teasing their assholes with their mind-breaking cocks.

“Look at the new girl, Kluk!” The orange-ranked elf leans her face on her hand, her tits spayed out on the ground in front of her. “Too bad my uterus has been reserved for elf breeding; that looks like fun!~”

Your bitch’s eyes are rolled back, a clenched grin splitting her face wide. Kluk isn’t looking much better, Lictaria’s cock plunging into his asshole and delivering an orgasm accompanied by another dose of feminizing potion. His legs struggle to keep him up, yet each thrust has his member shooting another spurt of jizz. Good for him, his tits balloon out further, the new C-cups helping him support his vicious assfucking.

You finish inside your pregnant whore and caress her swollen belly as you slowly pull out.

“Yeshhh~ I’m carrying your child!~ I’m sho happy we’re married!~”

“Married?” You scoff. “Yeah right. I just stuffed an imp into you, and I’m going to masturbate as I watch you give birth.”

“…What?”

Oh wow, are those tears in her eyes? That’s pathetic.

You sigh and stand up, looking down at her over your beautifully pregnant frame. She looks good with her fat milkbags and rotund pregnancy. She’ll look even better cumming her brains out as she gives birth to an imp. You bring your foot on her sensitive nipple and smirk as she gasps from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You’ll have to explain this slow to her.

“You see this?” You spread your pussy and wag your cock, a trickle of sexual fluids splattering across her face. “This is my dick. My pussy. My dick gets hard, and my pussy gets wet, whenever I see one of you preggo sluts give birth.”

You pinch your nipple and moan as a trickle of milk runs down your belly. Your fingers dive into your cunny and you jill yourself over the dumb whore.

“Mmf~ You’re my plaything. My toy. Got it?”

Tears run down her face and her lip quivers before a mad grin overtakes her. She giggles and plays with her tits, softly moaning every time she teases a squirt of milk out of her nipples. She cranes her head back to watch Lictaria and Linkette fuck their squealing whores.

Not like that! She’s supposed to be your slut!

You growl and place yourself above her face. Her eyes widen in surprise when you lower yourself and impale her mouth with your prodigious member. Her DESIRE skyrockets and you squat even harder into her face, forcing yourself down her throat.

“Hya! Hup!” Linkette giggles, her whore babbling incoherently and squirting every time the chain mage hilts her cock inside her asshole.

“You do have a jealous streak.” Lictaria chortles, pulling Kluk’s arms back so she has a better angle on his prostate. “Can’t stand to have your cocksleeves horny for anyone else.”

“Shut up.” You huff. “What would you say if I got your sluts horny for my body?”

You put your hands behind your head and pose for them, swinging your tits from side to side and drilling your cock deeper into the gagging whore beneath you. You tits splatter the o-faces of the other two in your milk and send them further into the throes of lust, stretching to kiss your preggo belly and delicious boobs.

“He got tighter. Nice, thank you!”

You puff your cheeks out and cross your arms. Jerks.

“Yeah, well, I’m going to finish inside her, then jerk off on their faces!”

“Not if I cum inside him first!”

“Hya!”

The challenge issued, the three of you fuck your mortals even faster. It doesn’t matter that a bunch of elves are staring at you in horror, arousal, or awe. You just have to facefuck your slut until you cum! You pull your DESIRE into forcing your body to its limits, slamming your preggo body into the near-comatose slut’s face. The other two mortals get fucked even harder, limbs spasming as everyone races to orgasm.

The mounting climax hits and you hilt your member inside your mortal, a flood of cum gushing down her gullet and erupting from her nose. Two bodies hit the floor just as you pull out.

Damn. Finished at the same time.

The three struggle to catch their breaths, stuck on their backs in a post-coital haze. You, Lictaria, and Linkette stare down at them.

“What now?”

“Hyup!”

Linkette has the right idea. Their mouths are open, you might as well jerk off on their faces until your pregnant mortal births her imp. So you stand in a circle, masturbating.

Kluk has been stuffed with so much feminizing potion, he almost looks like a discount bimbo. His puffy pink lips are slightly parted and his delicate eyelashes are spiderwebbed with cum. Kluk’s tits aren’t as big as a bimbo’s, but he’s certainly on his way there. If anything, his bubble butt is bound to see more use after this. You’d compliment Lictaria on her work, but she’s annoying enough as is.

Kluk’s girlfriend, now fellow whore, pants louder with more awareness in her eyes. Clearly, the slut tattooed with ‘cocksuck queen #4’ on her cheek has grown accustomed to Haven. She eagerly opens her mouth to catch as much cum as she can every time you blow your load. She’s been trained well, so she’s squirting out Linkette’s cum every time she swallows the jizz. Wasn’t she supposed to keep herself free of demon semen? You’ll probably get some brownie points with Twistroot when you snitch.

You aim most of your loads on your pregnant slut. Fresh meat is so good when you break them down and impregnate them~ All that hope and innocence perverted into a cock-hungry preggo slut. Her pregnancy, her milk-tipped boobs, her lolled out tongue…unf~

By the time her eyes snap open and she squeals from the first climaxes of birth, her face is absolutely slathered in your jizz. You make sure to fill her mouth every time she opens it to scream in ecstasy. Your good aim gets Linkette and Lictaria to join you, so her mouth fills up with jizz every time the birth orgasm shudders through her body. With a final climax, her nipples spurt milk and she pushes the imp out of her, baptized by another salvo of cumshots.

You leave the three mortals to the imp. If they don’t get to their homes by curfew…well, what the worst that could happen? Getting sent to the pens after getting gangbanged? At this point, they’ll enjoy it.

Really, they should be thanking you.

Nightfall in Haven isn’t nearly as beautiful as in Prillia, though the nightlife is a heck of a lot more fun. Less chance to get kidnapped by kobolds, drugged, and made to mine precious metals, too. Unfortunately, getting kidnapped and gangbanged by kobolds is equally rare. To do that, you have to put a request on the job board and hope an enterprising kobold spots you as you promenade through the night. Which mostly leaves you feeling tired and disappointed after nothing happens all night.

And good luck finding a centaur!

You are Izzi. Former goblin lorekeeper, current part-time librarian at the Haven library. It’s not too bad of a job, even if there aren’t that many books yet. When most of the people visiting Haven are there for easy sex and drugs, there isn’t that much foot traffic to the library. It’s been steadily filling up, and Shoggy’s been wonderful fun on the slower days.

At least you make some extra change on the side selling the shogglings to New Year’s harem.

Horsechestnut drags you along the darkened streets of the northwest quarter, chattering excitedly about the new gated community that recently got set up. Your daughter sees a lot more people in Haven’s education complex, and since the Purity Front tried to attack, she’s been singing the praises of the elves.

“They may seem all prim and proper until they break the ECS, and then they fuck like beasts.” Horsechestnut bites her lip and shivers happily. “Like they’re trying to cum their hatred and shame out of their dicks all at once.”

Like you, your daughter prefers…exotic cocks. Tentacles, knots, horse dick…you’ve spent a lot of nights out in town, sharing the biggest, most titillating members you could find. You’ve spent a lot of weekends getting dicked until unconscious! Your sweet little succubus is always there when you wake up.

Usually guiding a stud into your thoroughly fucked entrance as a nice wakeup gift~

So you’re surprised when she insists on bringing you to the ‘Pretty Purity Lifestyle Village’ one evening. It’s only after a bit of research that you accepted. Your succubus daughter excitedly pulls you into a tight side hug as you stand below the entrance to the gated community.

“You won’t believe the crazies you’ll find in here.” She grins as her brown bangs and ponytail bob excitedly. “We’re about to get fucked so hard, Izzi!”

You know this. You suspect you actually know a lot more about the statistics of the Pretty Purity Lifestyle Village than most. After all, August stores the census data in the library archives. You’re not one to rain on Horsechestnut’s parade, though. Despite her hot body, her cleverness, and her professionalism, your daughter is still not wise to the ways of the world. So you lean on her and smile.

“I’m excited! But…are you sure they won’t do anything to us? We’re still goblins…”

You just hope she won’t get too upset at what you’re planning.

“Of course!” She stands up straighter, her finger in the air studiously. “All the elves in there are under the effects of geass placed by Lord Quinn herself! They are strictly limited by the ranking system. One where we have the full advantage.”

She looks so damn sexy when she’s lecturing. You understand why she’s such a popular teacher. You grope her ass and her tail flicks excitedly.

“Mm…I’ll-I’ll buy the tickets! It’s the least I can do.”

That’s so sweet of her. She pulls herself onto the kiosk counter and negotiates with the imp for a reduced fare. Having lifted her skirt and rubbed her ass against the glass, the imp nods and dispenses two white armbands. She puts hers on and fusses about putting yours on properly.

“Horsie~” You cup her cheek and she blushes. “If you keep babying me, I might just call you mommy~”

Her blushing ears wiggle. You grab her hand and walk into the elven enclosure, body and soul resolved for what you must do.

The Pretty Purity Lifestyle Village looks like what most elves dream of as the perfect city. Tight roads wind between trees grown into homes, glowing ferns and thick bushes blocking them from view of anything outside.

“I hear Lord Quinn had it grown to fit the dreams and desires of the elves she corrupted into demonhood.” Your heart leaps as Horsechestnut whispers in your ear. “She even built the reflective surfaces to layer hypnotism on top of the geass.”

The few elves that walk around past curfew are the most attractive or most twisted versions of themselves, the lowest ranking ones tied to posts to be used by swarms of imps, demons, or anybody else wearing a white armband. Most of them are fully naked, their engorged genitals stirring your loins to the point Horsechestnut gets handsy.

You pause and rub your thighs together when you spot three elves surrounding an imp and worshipping its cock. Their asses rub against one another, inviting anybody to come and feast on their honeypots…though the one in the middle has a gaping asshole and a cute little pecker, which he rubs feverishly. You stifle a moan as Horsechestnut’s hand slips under your shirt to play with your tit.

“You want a taste?” She pops open her blazer and pulls out a vial filled with reddish-violet liquid. “He’s orange-ranked, so we could give the femboy a doggy dick and take turns riding him ass-to-ass~”

You bite your lip. Much to Horsechestnut’s confusion, you push down your lust and shake your head. The idea appeals to you, but you’re looking for a specific kind of cock.

“Let’s not waste our time on someone that’s been so…used.” As you say this, hearty globs of cum drool out of the elven assholes. “Let’s have some real fun.”

“Are you sure? I could sense your DESIRE…”

“It’s fine!” You hoop your arm in hers and drag her away. “I don’t want to get too tuckered out so soon.”

She accepts the explanation, because of course she does; you’ve spent too many times fucked into a cum-coma. She’s used to you pacing yourself so you don’t miss out on too much fun.

So it goes that you walk through the winding streets of Pretty Purity Lifestyle Village, finding more elves debasing themselves the deeper you go. A yellow-ranked blonde elf hugging the pole she’s been tied to as men and women take turns teasing her gushing pussy. You play with Horsechestnut’s nipples as she eats the curfew-breaker out. A pair of orange-ranked woman who glare at each other hatefully, moreso with the piercings connecting their tits. You spend some time kissing your daughter between their legs, then make a game of passing as much of her aphrodisiac spit into their salivating cunnies as you can before they start sloppily making out. Horsechestnut begins to suspect something when you reach the writhing, orange-ranked, perverse futanari and spend your time playing with your daughter’s tits instead of the futanari’s cock.

It’s curtailed slightly when you jack off the futanari’s dick-nipples into Horsechestnut’s face, then force her to eat your muff as she pins the futa down and rides her tits. Especially when you fellate one of the dicknips next to her after she’s done, eagerly gulping down the creamy magic jizz.

She only realizes something is off when you let her ride the red-ranked elf guy’s cock. Your blouse is unbuttoned, her lipstick stains all over your tits, but your panties can’t hide the gush of arousal when you see his foot-long member, dotted with subcutaneous studs. Horsechestnut has lost her blazer and is wandering around, cum drooling out of the holes fucked through her pantyhose.

“Are you okay? Normally, you’d call dibs on this, unf~ slab of meat.” Horsechestnut glides the head of the moaning elf’s cock along the sides of her womanhood, smirking as you try to tear your gaze away. “Is it because he’s red-ranked? He’s practically a dildo at this point, he won’t fight back even if he’s not bound.”

You hand lingers between your wet thighs. Having your way with what’s practically an object is a sexy twist on the normal dynamic between elves and goblins. Ancient goblin men used to treat elven women the same way your daughter is treating the elf right now. It must be tickling some old instinct to breed yourself on that delicious elf meat pole.

“Hey, runt! Hurry it up! Some of us want a turn!” Someone calls.

Your heart soars. Your pussy tightens with excitement. You’ve found the cocks you were looking for.

Three futanari succubi approach, throbbing cocks aimed right at you. The one who yelled, blue and heavily pregnant, glares at your daughter…and nothing else. As you’d hoped, the geass fully extends to the demons within the enclosure. The light green one with the titanic cock swings it your way with an arch of a blonde eyebrow. The dark blue one with the glowing dick smirks and slowly massages her member, purring as your eyes follow the rhythmic up and down motions.

“I’ll let you go first if we can play with your dicks.” Horsechestnut notices your arousal and, like any good daughter, plays wingwoman.

Two fat, meaty, intoxicating pillars of fuckmeat poke into your grinning cheeks. They stink of sex with dozens of women, and jizz that prickles with demonic intensity. You slowly massage both of the cocks, blush extending past your cheeks and all the way up your ears.

“And here I though white-ranked elves were too good for our dicks~” The one with the glowing member smirks.

They see you as elves?

The pregnant one huffs as Horsechestnut pulls herself away from the cock, the member springing up into her hand in a wet smack of precum and feminine juices. Despite her pregnancy, she lowers herself fully on the gigantic cock, holding her belly in a sultry moan as she lowers herself deep enough for the tip of the cock to bump between her tits. Something that would have broken you if you tried to take all of it. Your daughter purrs as she rubs the elf’s bulging belly, getting on her knees to suck the preggo futa’s rod.

“I’m Izzi.” You blink your big blue eyes innocently and plant a few tender kisses on the two cocks. “That’s Horsechestnut, my…older sister. What are your names?”

She does look more mature than you, with her smoky eye shadow and the tight pantyhose stained with jizz. This little lie isn’t to soothe your ego; it’s a test, and hopefully bait them enough to defile you. If Horsechestnut hears, she doesn’t react, choosing instead to keep her head bobbing on the futa’s dick.

“I’m Lictaria.” Her glowing cock pokes you in the cheek. “The fat one’s Mirage.” Mirage’s growls devolve into pleasured mewls as she cums in your daughter’s mouth. “And miss ‘too-big-for-your-mortal-cunt’ is Linkette.”

“Hyup!” Linkette slaps her mighty meat across your shoulder, as if to say ‘you can’t handle my sword!’

We’ll see about that.

“So, your sister’s a demon?” Lictaria raises an eyebrow. “I guess she got fucked so much she lost herself to pleasure and became a fucking whore demon, huh?”

You don’t answer. You just grin, and wrap your hands around as much as their fat cocks as you can, and bring them to your lips. You jack them both off at the same time, practiced motions compensating for their unwieldly girth, kissing the tips of their dicks and sucking as much of their pre as you can. They each grab a fistful of your long brown hair, forced b the geass to gently tug you closer to each of their cocks.

You don’t let them decide. You open your mouth to envelop each of their dicks, switching from one to the other as you gradually increase your pace. right when they think you’ll choose your favorite, you open your mouth wide and take them both in your mouth. Their musky, salty taste invades your mouth and your eyes roll back.

How much better do they taste for Horsechestnut? Just watching her enjoy Mirage’s cock as the pregnant futanari bounces more forcefully on the red-ranked dick has your gushing womanhood aching for a true bitch breaking cock. Big enough to poke between your fat breasts, you could cup and massage it just like Mirage is, every delicious inch spearing your insides felt in a climactic ecstasy that never ends.

Ah~

You just squirted at the sight of your own daughter getting facefucked by a pregnant futanari riding a slave’s giant cock. Is there anything more profane, more demonic? The throbbing members in your hands spasm and you close your lips as tight as you can to swallow the flood of corrupting, demonic jizz.

Not a single drop escapes.

You take off your clothes to reveal what you’d been hiding underneath. Straps tight around your boobs and hips, with buckles on your limbs so you can strap yourself to anybody with a cock. The perfect slutty outfit for one who wants to get fucked into demonhood in the most corrupting neighborhood in Haven.

“Would you mind…using me and my sister as cocksocks?~”

The demons agree readily. Horsechestnut, none the wiser, squeals in delight and manifests some bonds of her own to tie herself to Linkette. You wrap your limbs around Lictaria and buckle yourself to her, then lower yourself on her shaft. Every step Lictaria is pure bliss, her rod diving deeper into your puffy sex. Heat spreads from your slobbering cunny, and your inner passage tightens on the glowing member. Horsechestnut attaches herself face-front, Linkette’s member too thick and long to lower herself to the hilt immediately.

“This was a great idea, little sis!~ Plus, we’ll get a nice tour of the neighborhood!”

She’s still ignorant. You keep mouthing how you want to be defiled, corrupted, turned into a cum-guzzling slut that won’t ever need to sleep or eat or drink, just keep sucking and fucking and drowning yourself in pleasure. All while your kegels squeeze and milk Lictaria for everything she’s worth.

The demons casually go about their day, barely reacting every time they cum inside you. They walk to bars to chug cummy drinks, stopping by to ride the dicks of any male that broke curfew. You don’t every stop mashing your goblin pussy into Lictaria’s cock, gyrating your hips and screaming into her chest every time she spurts another load inside you. You are such a dirty goblin whore for corrupt demon cock! Every time you orgasm, you feel the demonic energies rush through you, and Horsechestnut shudders with her own sympathetic orgasm. Her climaxes shudder her deeper down Linkette’s massive meat pole until she has a bulge poking between her tits, one that she licks and rubs eagerly.

“Quinn’s tits, sis!~ Look, I’m giving her a paizuri through my body!” Her eyes roll back as her supple demonic tongue wraps around her taunt flesh and teases the elf’s cock. “Hnnng!~ Fuck, her cock won’t stop!”

“Why did you guys get the runts as cocksleeves?” Mirage pouts.

“Can you imagine strapping one of them to your belly?” Lictaria giggles, as if you wouldn't happily wrap yourself around her pregnancy. “Here, let me give you taste.”

She unhooks your buckle and you fall backwards, exposing your cum-belly to your slutty daughter. Just the sight of your inflated belly is enough to get her to climax, crossing her eyes and squealing as a hot load gushes into her. As for you, you obediently latch onto Mirage’s throbbing dick, stretching yourself as far as possible to take it all inside. The two futas bump their hips in synch, stretching you out like a shared onahole.

You moan on the cock, squeezing your kegels as tight as possible as Lictaria ejaculates inside you once more, your small cum gut swelling until you look six months pregnant. Lictaria pulls you off of Mirage as her cock is still shooting, your lewd blowjob face turning into a desperate cum-catching hole.

“Hey!” She screeches. “I wasn’t done!”

“Too bad.” Lictaria flips you over with a cackle, then pushes you face to face with Horsechestnut. “I’m gonna rub our cocksleeves together until she demonizes!”

She mashes you against your daughter, her expression shifting from lust to horror as your tits rub against each other. You can feel it!~ That mighty rod no mere mortal can endure, throbbing inside her.

“Demonizes?” Horsechestnut gasps are drowned out as you kiss up her neck. “But Izzi, ahn!~ You can’t!~”

“Why not?~” You bite your lip and gyrate yourself on Lictaria’s cock, giggling gleefully as you watch the glowing member through your stomach. “No more getting fucked into a coma!~ No more sleep, or hunger, just never-ending pleasure!~” You kiss the massive bulge poking between her breasts, squealing in delight as her orgasm throbs through her body and a flood of cum presses her belly against yours. “I don’t care if I have to give up my soul! I want to spend the rest of eternity riding cock by your side!~”

The words leave your mouth and Lictaria shoots her greatest load inside you yet. You arch your head back and scream in joy as the weakness leaves your body. Horns emerge from your head and a tail erupts from your spine to wrap yourself closer onto the elf.

“Oh Izzi!~”

You can taste the lust. DESIRE.

It’s wonderful!~

Dwan breaks to find you wrapped in your daughter’s arms as you explore each other’s mouths, dicks spearing your insides without ever stopping. You can keep going!~ For ever and ever!~

“Shit.” Lictaria stops bouncing you on her cock. “The morning parade.”

“Hyah.” Linkette grunts and points to her hand.

She’s holding something. It’s not quite there, yet you can’t help but feel like it was something very important to you. Is that…your soul? Your eyes cross and your pussy tightens on the elf futa’s cock.

“We can’t let that tyrant see this.” A hint of panic tinges her voice.

You don’t care. Making out with your daughter and riding cock takes priority!~ And if Horsechestnut wants more, well, you’ll just prove you’re the bigger slut and take it until you’re even more stuffed with jizz!~

“What can we do?” Mirage growls, her hand wrapped firmly around her cock as she joins the crowd in openly masturbating. “We can’t move until Twistroot finishes her parade!”

A carriage comes down the road, pulled by blindfolded red-ranked elves. Their arms are tied behind their backs, every shaky step of their stiletto shoes pulling the carriage further by the hooks in their pussies. Like most red-ranked, they’re little more than sexual objects to be used by their betters for whatever they many need. In this case, pulling the only purple-ranked elf in town, Twistroot, as she imperiously waves to the crowd of masturbating elves. Wrapped around her legs are four elves of vary ranks and genders worshipping her cock.

As white-ranked visitors, you exist outside of the hierarchy.

As a purple-ranked futanari, Twistroot can see through the armband's perception manipulation.

She cracks the whip to stop the carriage, and with a snap of her fingers, the elves disengage from her rod.

“What is that?” She points to you.

“Nothing.” Lictaria hides your soul behind her back.

You don’t care. You and Horsechestnut keep moaning into each others mouths and rubbing your cumflated bellies pleasurably together.

“What did you just hide behind your back?” Twistroot narrows her eyes and Lictaria tosses it to Linkette.

“Nothing.”

“Linkette, give—”

“Hyup!” Linkette tosses it to Mirage.

“Stop throwing it around!” Twistroot’s command thunders through the city, as involiable as a geass to the lower ranks. “Mirage, gi—”

Gulp.

“Did you just…eat that goblin’s soul?” Twistroot fumes.

“Goblin?!” Lictaria’s cock shrinks inside you and she fumbles to take your harness off. “What the shitting fuck, I thought she was just some slutty little elf!”

The elves around you gasp as Twistroot’s revelation causes the perception manipulation to fall away. You grin like the cat that ate the canary, holding your cum stuffed belly under your arms and tasting the mixture spurting from between your legs. They can do what they want, you’ve already won.

“Hup?” Linkette cocks her head and shrugs.

Whereas Lictaria throws you off her like a syphilitic condom, Linkette takes her time pulling your daughter off her massive, delicious member. She doesn’t even seem to mind that you’re peppering kisses up the underside of her cock, lapping up the perfect mixture of sexual fluids drooling from Horsechestnut’s cunny.

“A goblin’s soul?” Mirage twitches and holds her pregnancy. “Gross! I’ve got greenskin inside me! I think I’m going to be siiiiiiiii—”

Her tits jet out milk and her eyes cross as a violent orgasm shudders through her body. Forced by Twistroot’s commands to stand and masturbate to her every morning parade, she wordlessly cums from her holes again and again. Thick ropes of spunk splatter across the crowd as she squats, her squirting pussy firing a high-pressure jet of femcum into the ground as it slowly spreads apart.

You wrap your hands around Horsechestnut’s as you witness a birth climax weeks in the making, reminiscing into her ear about how much longer the two of you can spend with the hellhounds after this. An agonizingly long orgasm later, a thoroughly splattered-with-cum Mirage pushes the last of the creature out of her…

It stumbles and stands on two feet, looking over its blue skin, gripping its disproportionate cock, playing with its smaller chest. It’s only about as tall as you, and though her features are younger, it’s unmistakable.

“What” “the” “fuck?” Runty Mirage and original Mirage say at the same time.

It appears Mirage gave birth to herself after eating your soul.

There are a variety of reasons for why it could take place. Most likely, the countermeasures you put in place to preserve enough of your soul not to go mad combined with the fact that Quinn impregnated Mirage before demonization resulted in the perfect storm. In other words, another way of creating souled demons had been discovered.

It has something to do with how you’d accidently preserved the ‘core’ of your soul. Then, Mirage sort of imprinted on the remains, and upon rejecting it, forced it into the embryo she’d been gestating. Her own soul acted as a sort of stamp onto the child’s, thus creating a linked near-identical body bound to her half-merged dual soul.

At least, from what you understand of Lord Quinn’s explanations. She was very patient with you as she performed her soul surgery, cooing as you bob on her fat red cock.

“It was really stupid of you.” She sighs and you stare sadly up at her from between her thighs. “Thankfully, it was recent enough that I could stabilize you. I’ve been getting better, too!”

She leans on her land and looks behind you. The demon elves and Twistroot are completely bound in shadow-manifested latex suits. Their hair is tied together so that they’re stuck on their knees, in a circle, the only exposed parts of their bodies being their cocks, their open mouths, and their breasts joined by a chain connecting their pierced nipples. Elves of every rank use them in debauched, wild sex, cocks filling their mouths as women push each other over to suckle or ride their cocks. Not even the runty Mirage is spared, the red-ranked elf with the massive rod facefucking her with savage fury.

“Three out of six demons falling into full corruption is a lot better than before. Though with Minirage, would it be four out of seven, or a scaffolded soul… What do you think, Izzi, Horsechestnut?~”

You flutter your eyes as her rich precum invades you mouth, and you pop it out to lick its underside. You continue to bob in place, the massive horsecock spreading Horsechestnut’s pussy beneath you, leaving your demonic daughter-sister moaning in delight. The belly swollen full of your cum pushes her breasts out into her face to muffle her, yet the tightening of her pussy and the rich DESIRE tell you all you need to know.

You stand on your tiptoes, strands of femcum connecting between you two as your sister-daughter’s new favorite member glides out of her.

“Horsechestnut and I are honored that you would treat us to such a delightful gift~” You kiss the leering demoness’s cock. “We look forward to serving you…for eternity~”