Rampant Propaganda – 9 [❤️❤️]

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I’m not playing around.” Pearl Polisher crosses her arms and huffs. “They’re totally demons.”

You are Rizz, and you’ve been working in Haven on and off for a while now.

You’re hanging out with Pearl Polisher at her apartment. You had some spare time before you need to switch shifts with Razz.

At first, you competed with Pearl for the hottest girls at Dick’s Diner. Over time, you got over your rivalry with her and developed a friendship. The type of friendship where you occasionally finger each other and make out on her couch. You never really expected it to happen with a dwarf of all people, but Pearl’s got an open mind.

Not to mention her nice ass, thick legs, and a squeal that hits a pitch that makes your ears shudder when you eat her out. And the way her pussy feels when you rub them together? Unf~

Plus, it’s kind of adorable whenever she stumbles over herself with Sym Foni.

You met her once or twice. Now that’s a tall girl you’d like to climb. Sym also has this hilarious habit of leaning down to your level, obliviously letting all the shorties peek down her shirt. You almost fell over laughing when Pearl froze up the last time Sym did that to her.

Pearl says they work together, but she’s vague about what exactly they do. Best you can tell, they’re part of the humanitarian effort involving the refugees. You heard her mention something about housing and food? Either way, it’s really noble of them.

Doesn’t prevent her from being dead wrong about New Year and the others.

“We used to summon imps in Greenbrook.” You shake your head. “The rituals circles it took to bind just one were crazy complicated. Demons are mindless beasts!”

They may use imps a lot, but the people you’ve been working with aren’t demons. You know demons. They’re impulsive, violent monsters that need to be kept on a leash.

People like Zelkova, Juniper, heck, even New Year? They’re a mixed bag of researchers and engineers. Sure, they’ve got some quirks. But it isn’t unheard of for a wizard or some other powerful being to make a pocket space for personal use.

“Yeah, but their imps are different too!” Pearl sighs. “Listen, as long as you don’t sell your soul or commit a crime, you’ll be fine.”

Commit a crime? You’re a law-abiding citizen! Before you can bring up your stellar record of following the law, there’s a knock at the door. You and Pearl look at each other and quickly begin dressing yourselves. It’d be great if there was a way for people ‘in the know’ to be able to detect each other. Haven may be weird in a lot of ways, but answering the door naked is something you got used to fast.

A quick handjob or even casual sex is a fun way to say greet someone in Haven.

The knocks come again, harder this time. Stifling some curses, you hop over to the door as you pull up your panties to peek through the spyhole. A goblin, one don’t recognize.

“Pearl Polisher?” He calls from outside.

“Crap!” Pearl hisses. “Boss! Can you delay him? I don’t want him to see me, uh, like this!”

She struggles to put her bra back on as she hastily wipes away the lipstick stains on her collarbone. You feel an odd bit of pride looking at all the stains between her legs. Her words catch up to you and your mind goes blank. The goblin, her boss, pulls out an arcanotech device and aims it at the door.

“I know there’s two of you in there.” His eyes meet the spyhole. “Whoever’s on the other side of this door better give me a damn good reason not to break it down.”

That’s not very humanitarian of him. And how would he—Oh wow, that’s a very big arcanomech device. Looks like some sort of emission tool? It’s a bit shoddy, but it should be able to tear a sizeable hole in—

“Uh! We’re good!” You sputter as he aims the device at the door. “No need for any of that! She’s just…” Quick, think of an excuse! “…Getting dressed.”

Pearl facepalms. You facepalm. Pearl’s boss raises an eyebrow.

“Why would she be getting dressed?”

You look to Pearl for an excuse. You’re no good in these situations! She looks around desperately before miming cutting with her fingers.

“We were scissoring…?”

You are such a dumbass! Pearl facepalms again.

“What?”

Pearl pulls down her shirt while miming a surprised face. You swallow and have to keep yourself from looking at her perky tits for too long.

“Um, we had a wardrobe malfunction and she needed my help to fix it!” You explain quickly, and Pearl’s boss lowers the device.

“I’m here, I’m here!” Pearl joins you by the door and disengages the dozen locks.

Lots of locks for a humanitarian worker. Even for the neighborhood she lives in, which apparently has a major gang problem.

“Pearl, as my resident witness on what we need to expect from the…relocation environment…I need you to be ready several hours before the others so we can—" The goblin’s eyes dart between your lips and a small spot on Pearl’s neck.

A small spot with some of your lipstick. The purple lipstick, you realize, is still smudged on your face. You wipe your mouth clean.

The goblin’s eyes narrow and he slowly pulls out a vial of water. And flings a few drops in your face.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, just checking. Pearl, is your…friend related to the systems you informed me about?”

What?

“Rizz is free of the ECS.” Pearl grins weakly. “But she is a little oblivious.”

Oblivious? Is this about the demons again? It feels like there’s layers to this conversation you’re missing. Pearl’s boss nods, pondering for a moment.

“Miss Rizz, I need to talk to my subordinate. If you don’t mind?”

You roll your eyes. He’s attractive enough, but all this cloak and dagger stuff is a real turnoff. What sort of work requires this sort of secrecy?

“Sure, whatever.” You shrug and leave. “See you in a week, Pearl.”

You arrive at Dick’s Diner shortly afterwards. There’s a weird tension in the air, though you attribute it to the lunch rush. New Year isn’t behind the till, but sitting at one of the booths as she carefully writes a note in cursive. She pulls a bottle of perfume from her massive cleavage and puffs it a few times over the note. She notices you and quickly hides the note, pushing up her glasses and motioning for you to sit across from her.

Your eyes are glued on her gargantuan titties, resting on her half of the table. She always seems to get a kick out of your inability to tear your gaze away. Her smug grin grows when she runs her foot up your leg under the table, making you sit straighter.

“How was Razz?”

“He’s done well. Currently enjoying himself with Juniper.” You click your tongue. You wanted to have a piece of her, but not if you’re going to be sucking the taste of your brother from her snatch. “You’re coming at a difficult time. There’s going to be a lot of movement soon, so I’ll need you to hurry up on your way to my research station.”

Haven is really strange. You haven’t seen much of it, relegated to New Year’s floating research station for most of your time there. It’s a very fast-paced environment, with a lot of chances to learn new things, but it’s largely isolated.

And why would you leave? You’ve got a dorm, good food, plenty of sex friends, rewarding work…honestly, it’s ridiculous that anybody would think there’s demons in Haven. Maybe Pearl got confused by the contract you’re supposed to sign. It’s draconian, sure, but you’d understand the need to keep a place like that secret.

There’s a snap of suspenders and someone sits next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

You flick Razz in the cheek when he doesn’t even break his gaze on New Year’s rack. You were staring first! New Year giggles as you start slapping each other. One of the dead-eyed employees brings some milkshakes and you nearly knock yours over when you grab your brother by the ears.

New Year’s plush lips wrap around the straw, slowly sucking the milkshake. You and your brother get distracted from fighting each other and you settle down.

“What was that note you were writing?”

Her eyes widen. If she had a gag reflex, she’d be choking on the milkshake. She recomposes herself and sighs.

“Counterintelligence. I’ve been distracting a journalist by playing a role. I need her especially distracted today.”

“Any way we can help?” Razz asks before you can.

“It’s cute that you think you can.” New Year leans back and the table creaks in relief. “But no, there’s a 97% chance that you would be compromised by her magic. No, this requires someone with an innate resistance to mind manipulation magic.”

“Like…demons?” Razz whispers conspiratorially.

You look at him surprise. Not him, too! New Year glares at him. Oh, she’s going to chew him out.

“Yes.” She responds in a hush. “People like me. And it would be best if you kept these things private.”

What?! They actually were demons? But they haven’t even killed anyone, or drank blood, or did anything demonic in any way! Sure, there’s some weird stuff in Haven…and you never saw anybody eat real food…and they don’t sleep…and a few of them had horns sometimes, but those tend to disappear! You chalked it up to magic experiments.

Razz notices your stupefied expression and smirks.

“Am I the last one to know about this?” You hiss. “First Pearl, then her boss, and now my own brother?”

“What can I say?” Razz shrugs. “You may be older than me by a couple minutes, but you’re always late to the party. There’s a reason people call you oblivi-Rizz.”

They do not! Fuming, you turn to New Year. She’s trying hard not to laugh.

“Pearl and her boss? You’ll have to tell me more about that.” She stifles her signature smug grin. “As for her unawareness, don’t pretend you didn’t know until this morning, Razz.”

“I would’ve figured it out…” Razz pouts.

“On a completely unrelated note, have either of you heard from April?” New Year pretends to be nonchalant, but she’s clearly holding back laughter.

“No, have you heard from her?”

“Me neither. I hoped she’d contact us eventually.”

Her grin grows, until the door opens and a green-haired harpy in light armor strides in. The diner quiets down, unused to having knights enter the establishment. He looks around the diner until he spots New Year and sits on one of the barstools. New Year stiffens and mechanically gets out of her booth. As she slowly shimmies through the booth, she points to you and your brother.

“You two, go manage the back entrance with Zelkova and Juniper. Tell them this is an orange alert.” She gets up and yells. “Okay everyone, I’m going to need you to clear the diner! This is a regular maintenance check, so you all need to leave for about an hour!”

That sounds reasonable. You and Razz get up to join the crowd, but New Year grabs you by the shoulders.

“Not you. Back entrance. Orange alert.”

You break out of whatever daze you were in and go to the back entrance. This is the most nervous you’ve ever seen her. The only clue as to what’s going on is her grumbling about someone.

Someone named Halloween.

…You know what?

You’re here to design arcanomech. Whoever has New Year and all the others whispering to each other in hushed tones? It’s not your problem.

Razz works at the loading dock and you head through the portal to help manage whatever shipment is going on from Haven’s end. August is there, giving orders to imps (and apparently other demons) to get ready for the arrival of some guests.

Of course, now that you know what to look for, it’s easy to find demons.

“Hey August, are you a demon?”

“Duh.” He rolls his eyes. “Wait, you didn’t know? Didn’t I just have this conversation with Razz?”

Of all the people to be demons, you’re most surprised that August is one of them. He’s the type of person to get excited about spreadsheets. Spreadsheets!

Sure, you’d love to spread his sheets…but the guy tends to focus more on stacking crates and organizational charts. Since you’re one of the more able-minded folks, he quickly conscripts your help into getting a bunch of snooty elves to line up by the exit. They look like some real hardasses too, the type liable to drop a slur, but they’re a lot more well-behaved than you originally thought.

They barely even look at you as you wave them through a machine you helped design. It detects weight ratios and hidden magical items. They leave their stuff on the side, where other people go through them. Haven has got some great security!

When it’s time, they exit Haven. Quietly, shoulders sagging like they lost a war or something. Haven’s a pretty cool place, but they don’t need to act so glum when they leave.

Elves. So melodramatic.

The day’s surprises aren’t over yet. Because the first people to come through the portal are a familiar trio. Pearl, Sym, and their boss! You almost wave at them, but you stop yourself. You’re on the job!

About a dozen people quickly shuffle in behind them. The group that left was mostly elves, with a few humans and dwarves. This group is a far more mixed bag. Goblins, dwarves, humans, some elves, and even a centaur.

Most of them wear those weird, pink glasses.…Wow, they’re carrying a lot of stuff. Are those swords? And bottles of booze?

Wait a second.

Weapons? Alcohol? Demons? Haven’s unique arcanotech that you helped build, a lot of which are uniquely suited for preventing smuggling?

Is this legal?

You are New Year.

When you’re not managing the diner, you’re either taking classes in Haven or running experiments. With the demon incursion spreading throughout Prillia, your options became more limited. The Purity Front’s turn is ending, but the combination of getting their asses handed to them and the increased knight order presence in Hacksonville has reduced traffic at Dick’s Diner to a near standstill. Lord Quinn was absent, so there are fewer new classes on magic.

You still have your experiments, though you find yourself distracted. Like most of your siblings, you worried about Lord Quinn.

She’s only briefly stopped by in Haven every so often, sometimes going days without an orgy! There’s a 100% chance that something is wrong. You would’ve borrowed a seeing eye to check up on Rampant, but all the spare ones are being used to monitor demon movements in Prillia. So you decided to go to a reliable secondary source: her star reporter, Detective.

Disguising yourself as a ‘mysterious dame’, you got close to Detective and learned that Lord Quinn was simply overworked. There was also something Detective seemed to be hiding, which only served to pique your interest further.

In truth, you’re a bit curious about Detective. Until recently, elves haven’t come in gray. There’s also something you witnessed that you’re still trying to wrap your mind around. You watched her in an altercation with a gangster. Voices were raised, and the two fought.

Only, Detective didn’t fight. She just stood there while her opponent acted like he got beat up. You checked him later and found out that he believed that he had a fistfight with Detective, and lost. He even had bruises! You began a more studious investigation.

The last time you visited her as the ‘mysterious dame’, you gently probed her mind with telepathy. There was a connection and the word faded into gray.

In her perception, the shadows are darker, the lights are faded, and subtle noir jazz plays softly.

Intriguing!

You have a hypothesis: Detective has a type of innate mind magic. Demons are more naturally resistant, but once you knew what to look for, the signs were all there. The monologues nobody questions, the leaps in logic to come to accurate conclusions, all her damn gut feelings…She can bring people into a reality she perceives, and her subconscious mind will parse information to come to the truth. Which is why she feels so ill at ease in the diner, which is chock-full of perception manipulation enchantments!

What a fascinating opportunity for a study. One you would have liked to continue, if it weren’t for the loathsome little tramp kicking down the doors of the diner.

Halloween.

Thankfully, you prepared for the worst: Orange Alert.

You had your science team help August get the Purity Front out and the first batch from the Storm gang in, clearing any potential agitating elements. You hypnotized everyone else so that they believed there was a food safety inspection. Sharp objects and dangerous chemicals were put away or rendered inert. Anybody taller than Halloween was sent through the portal, leaving you with Razz to wipe down the tables. The blinds were closed and the perception filter on the glass was set to max. Your one loose cannon, Saturday, you’ve sent to run interference on Detective by regaling her with a tale of his no doubt exaggerated exploits.

You were a bit worried that only he and Halloween returned, but he clarified that everyone else was safe. Even psychically, you didn’t have much time to communicate. It was only a matter of time before the angry washboard would burst through the door so you had to—

SLAM!

Here we go…

“’Sup, boobs-for-brains?” The flat jackass stomps up to the counter. “Does this shitty fuckin’ dive have a discount for motherfuckin’ heroes?”

“We also have a ‘massive bitch’ tax.” You push up your glasses with a middle finger. “I doubt you can afford it.”

You’d call her much worse to her face, but these verbal spars are a delicate game. Halloween casually waves her spiked club around a few times before leaning it on the counter. Blood— black, green, purple, and even some red—trickles from pieces of rotting flesh stuck to the weapon. Push too hard, and unsanitary conditions will be the least of your issues. Too little, and she’ll walk all over you.

You motion for Razz to clean the blood pooling next to the counter, the goblin shuddering as he grabs the mop. Good, he still remembers where it is from the last time he made a mess after closing.

“I’d love to stay and chat—no, fuck that, I would hate it. Tell me where the portal is.”

She doesn’t care that Razz is a potential witness.

It’s been two minutes and eighteen seconds since you rang the Orange Alert. Not enough time for the first transfer to happen. You need to stall her, or Halloween is going to punch her way through whatever line is at the portal. There are enchantments throughout the diner designed to confuse and misdirect non-authorized personnel heading towards the portal, but that will only delay her for so long before she starts tearing down walls.

“I have to make sure: how visible were you coming into Hacksonville?”

“How visible are we talking?” Halloween’s helmet evaporates, revealing her sawtooth grin. “I promised Saturday I’d behave. I jumped over the walls instead of busting through the door. There was one big guy, faster than your typical mortal, who tried to cut me off. Said he was an arcade-o-light, or whatever.”

She breaks into a fit of laughter that sends a chill up Razz’s spine.

“Honestly, it was hilarious! He was all serious-like, but he crumpled like a bitch when I punched him in the gut.”

“Tell me,” You take a deep breath. “You didn’t punch a hole in an Arcanoknight.”

“Not in one. Just…mostly through his armor is all. I was honestly surprised I didn’t break the skin.”

Her gauntlets evaporate next, and she drums her fingers on the counter. Most demons keep their nails short, for obvious reasons, but Halloween doesn't. Her sharp black nails are chipping the countertop.

“I didn’t even get a chance to squeeze some organs! Now I’m all battle-horny…Fuckin’ tease.”

On one hand, it’s good that you’ve got some data surrounding the modified beings that make up the bulk of the Arcanoknight forces. They’re clearly magic super-soldiers, modified mortals akin to a Witcher with enchanted armor and weapons. The only data you have on them is from April, by way of getting fucked by Silverbrood’s butler.

On the other hand, you don’t want that type of heat on the diner.

“You injured an Arcanoknight…and came straight here?”

“I’m not a fucking moron!” Halloween scoffs. “I’ve learned to jump in shadows. I ducked behind a building and shadowwalked from there.”

At least there’s that. You nod sagely. Slowly.

Five minutes. Not enough.

“How is everyone?”

“You’ll hear about it later.” She waves you off. “We ran into April, you know? Gotta tell Lord Quinn first.”

“April? Lord Quinn?” Razz mumbles, his big ears twitching.

Right. For Razz, there’s some exposition going on.

Halloween slowly cranes her head towards him. Razz purses his lips. Sweat beads his brow and he mops faster. Sadly, it’s too late for him. He already caught her attention. The best you can do is prepare some potions for a shattered pelvi—GYAH!

Her hands! They’ve snapped onto your tits! You bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming, Halloween’s small hands digging into pounds of boobflesh, twisting it around painfully.

“H-hey! Let go of her!” Razz brandishes the mop.

“A-a-aaaah!” You arch back, Halloween stretching your mountainous mammaries to their limit.

“That’s fucking cute.” Halloween giggles and digs her thumbs into your sensitive nipples. “You barely reacted when you saw my horns, and you jumped up to this big booby bitch’s defense. You’re clearly in the know…are you my little appetizer?”

She lets go and your tits snap back into your body. You whine and rub your aching nipples before they can poke even more through your clothes. Halloween slinks towards the goblin, the rest of her armor evaporating off her body, leaving nothing but a pitch-black bikini. Her tail wraps around his waist and pulls the trembling goblin closer to her. Her heels have disappeared, but she’s still walking on her tiptoes to stand half a head above Razz.

(Her stupidly massive horns don’t count)

“I’ll delay my urgent message to Lord Quinn.” She purrs. “I ran halfway across fucking Prillia, and I deserve a little treat.”

Razz’s gaze lingers on her flat chest, the sopping wet bikini bottom, and her glowing orange eyes. You know he’s going to say.

<Don’t call her flat. Or underdeveloped.>

You warn him just in time. He bites his tongue and freezes when Halloween grabs him and carries him like a surfboard to the counter, plopping the paralyzed goblin on the counter. You grumble and let her, rubbing the pain from your nipples.

“One tongue-twister BJ, coming right up!” She cackles and pulls down his pants.

Razz is both scared and aroused, an emotional state that Halloween adores. She looks at his throbbing fear-rection and licks her lips. This is bad. Rizz and Razz are in a bit of a weird situation when it comes to Haven. Thanks to some successful maneuvering on your part, and a lot of hints flying over their heads, they were largely ignorant of Haven’s demonic nature until recently. You underestimated how horny Halloween would be. And now a slight miscalculation on your part has thrown Razz into the deep end. If things go wrong, Halloween might just bite his dick off.

Razz is a good boy, he doesn’t deserve that. Furthermore, is that any way to reward one of the better arcanotechnicians?

He’s sweating, pupils shrunken to pinpricks as Halloween’s tongue wraps around his member several times. She cackles evilly, her tongue squeezing his cock tight as she looks up at his face. She brings her little finger up and teases his glans with a grin. He winces.

“You’ve got a pretty fat fucking cock for such a little guy…How ‘bout I make it bigger?”

You flinch. You’re going to walk him through this before she takes a bite out of one of your best workers. He doesn’t know how to do telepathy, but there is one way to encourage a connection. It’s a question of surface area.

You unbutton your shirt and your G-cup tits swallow Razz’s head. He stiffens up and Halloween pauses right before casting her magic.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” Halloween snarls.

“Razz needs a good reminder of what a good pair of breasts feel like.” You huff and pull him deeper into your chest.

<Razz, listen very carefully. She’s about to make your dick bigger, but her magic has a tendency to affect the brain. Concentrate on this feeling, send your thoughts to me.> You don’t give him the statistics. That would only make his fear and her magic more potent.

Halloween, full of competitive spirit, sends a spark of her magic into Razz’s rod. He twitches, groaning loudly into your boobs as his cock explodes in size. Halloween’s tongue spreads out across the now eleven inch monster, giddily winding up and down the massive member. His DESIRE skyrockets, and you feel your folds glistening with hunger. Halloween pulls her tongue back in, cooing at the sight of a thick bead of pre accumulating at the tip. His cock throbs faster, his accelerated heartrate only the first symptom of Halloween’s berserker magic.

<Concentrate on the sound of my voice! The feeling of my flesh against yours! You have to hold on!>

Ten minutes. He has to hold on for ten more minutes, all without bursting out of your cleavage to insult Halloween. The cruel little demon runs her tongue from Razz’s scrotum and runs it, agonizingly slowly, up his length before the tip flicks against his glans. He bucks his hips several times, sending flecks of precum in every direction.

“Wooow, you’re so biiiig~!” Halloween adopts a cutesy tone as her small hands jack Razz off. “Of course, I’ve taken much bigger.”

“Don’t be mean, Halloween.” You chide her for her snicker, moving your tits around you’re your nipple is in Razz’s face.

<Concentrate! Don’t let her goad you! Focus!>

<…cu…bi…side>

Good, he’s learning! Halloween is too distracted rubbing the plains that pass for her chest to catch the obvious telepathy. She kisses the tip of his cock, loudly slurping any bit of jizz gathered near the tip.

<Well done. In a whisper now, make your intent felt.>

<Cum…inside. I want to…cum inside.>

He’s learned so quickly! He makes a wonderful student. His mouth latches onto your nipple and you gasp as his tongue twirls in circles around the areola, his teeth teasing your innie nipple pleasurably. You gasp.

“I can feel your DESIRE, greenie!” Halloween rubs her pussy and brings her hand under his nose. “I bet you want to put your thick donkey dick in this pussy~? Have me ride you until I wear your fucking pelvis into dust~?”

<Cum. CUM! CUM INSIDE THE FLAT BITCH! I WANNA STICK MY DICK IN HER SO BAD! I NEED TO CUM I NEED TO CUM I NEED TO CUM!>

You need to slow him down. Fast.

<Calming thoughts! Hang on, if you cum too fast, she’ll get angry!>

“Always so eager, Halloween. Why can’t you let him enjoy the experience instead of turning him mad with lust?”

“Oh, fuck off.” She flips you off. “Unlike you sluts, I’ve had to stay clothed for weeks. I mean, he can probably feel how fuckin’ wet I am.”

Halloween pulls down his cock so she can straddle it, running her sopping bikini bottom up and down his twitching rod. Razz lets out a muffled groan as his member is slathered in her juices, his cockhead swelling angrily. Halloween hides her giggle behind a hand and squeezes Razz at the base as she continues gliding her snatch up and down his cock.

< -CUMCUMCUMCUMCUM—>

<No! Just…Think about your sister, okay?>

That calms him down somewhat. A distraction, you need a distraction! She mentioned clothes…her armor? Right, there was that. You tested it on a few mortals, but it drove them crazy enough to necessitate a memory wipe.

“Must have been awful to walk around in public without getting railed.” You let out a small gasp as Razz keeps teasing your nipple.

“It was fuckin’ torture!” She slows, not prepared for your empathy. “…Why are you bringing this up?”

“Oh, nothing.” You say innocently.

Halloween pauses and glares. You bring your arms around Razz and gently rub his chest. 195 BPM, but decreasing.

“Clearly, it’s not fucking nothing if you’re being an annoying little bitch about it.”

Hook, line, and sinker.

“I’ve been playing around with shogglings.”

A difficult endeavor. You got swarmed by them once and you squirm at the memory. Tentacles working in shifts to tie down your limbs and play with your tits, shoving themselves in your pussy, mouth, and asshole…mischievous little scamps. You bound a bunch of them into armor so that anyone wearing it could walk around protected as the tentacles play with their body.

You were inspired by the genius perverts behind the MJLNIR armor. Anyways, the prototype is a bit too skimpy to use as armor and it drove a few people crazy. But if you add some more armor to hide the pervy tendrils, it could help sate Halloween’s endless appetite.

“I bound a bunch of them to some armor. It needs a bit more work, but…”

Halloween’s grin grows.

“Fuck me sideways, an invention that’s actually useful! Maybe there is a little bit of brain under all that fat.” She winks and brings up Razz’s cock to wobble it in your direction. “You were fuckin’ holding out on me, you sly bitch. You’ll have to show me. But first!”

Your breath hitches as Halloween kneels down and plays with Razz’s cock some more. You’re cutting it a bit close.

<GOTTACUMGOTTACUMGOTTACUM>

His heartrate accelerates to dangerous levels again.

“Sorry little guy, I’m keeping my pussy for somebody special. You’ll have be happy with my tight fuckin’ thrussy.” She takes his magnificent cock into her mouth all at once, her throat distorting from Razz’s sheer girth.

<FUCKFUCKFUCKINGBITCHFUCKFUCKCUMMINGCUMMINGFLATCUNTMAKINMECUM>

“GHURKGHURKGHURKGHURKGHURKGHURK!~” Halloween’s eyes roll back as she fingers herself with both hands.

You can’t help but slip your tail down your panties and tease your wet cunny, shuddering with pleasure as Razz bites your nipple in a muffled scream, his cock erupting down Halloween’s throat. There’s so much that some of his load spurts from Halloween’s nose like milk. She pulls herself off Razz’s rock-hard cock and licks her lips with a hearty chuckle.

“Fuck, I’m good.” She wipes her nose proudly and heads to the back, leaving Razz to catch his breath between your tits. “Imma go see Lord Quinn. Then Labor. Then, eh, we’ll see. Have my armor ready before I get back.”

She disappears in the back and you let out a sigh of relief. Barring any major disruption, you’ve delayed her long enough for the exchange to happen. You push up your glasses and straighten your paper hat. Business is set to resume with only minor interruption.

Only…Razz’s DESIRE hasn’t gone down. He’s staring at you from the counter, idly stroking his cock. His blush covers his whole face, and his cock and ears twitch excitedly. His eyes dart between your bobbing tits and the growing wet patch between your legs. He bites his lip and strokes himself faster when you turn towards him. Perhaps you’ve underestimated how vulnerable he is to Halloween’s magic.

“You want to—”

Before you can finish offering, he jumps off the counter and rushes to you, his throbbing cock ripping past your fragile pants and sending a knockout uppercut into your womb. You stumble back and the goblin hammers his cock into you like a beast possessed, his hands grabbing onto your boobs and he stuffs his face in your chest. The wave of pleasure assaults you and a lust-drunk smile spreads on your face as you slide down the side of the fryer.

You’ve trained him for all of your weak points, and he assaults them with violent hunger. You slip slowly down to the linoleum floor, aided by the growing puddle of your love juices spurting from the ferocious fucking.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

You squeeze your worker deeper into your love pillows and he thrusts into you harder, all the teasing as his boss coming to a thrusting, pistoning, thick climax. Soon enough, the goblin has got you in a mating press and you’ve locked your legs around him. Your glasses are askew, your paper hat has fallen off, and the wet smack of his body on your hips mixes with your slutty moans.

“OUGH!~”SMACK! “OUGH!~” SMACK! “NNGOUUGH!~” SMACK!

<FAT TIDDY SLUT FUCK GONNA CUM AGAIN BIG TITS PUSSY CUNT PUSSY CUNT CUM CUM CUM>

He doesn’t even slow down when he shoots his load. He keeps going, leaving you with a lopsided smile and a bloated womb, comforted in the fact that at least the diner is closed for a good reason.

Let no one say you don’t take care of your workers.