House of Temptation – 8 [❤️❤️❤️]

November looks over the four maids in front of her.

Sakura is prim and proper, her pink hair tied in a loose bun. Her tail flicks erratically with her ears, expressing the excitement the rest of her body hides well. Saffron, the shortest one here, has his long orange hair tied with a bow right above the hem of his short skirt. He looks around the deluxe cabin excitedly, practically vibrating in place. Rue sits completely still, not even her whiskers are twitching. Her smooth black fur is completely unruffled, despite having had a train of imps run on her to pay for the ride.

And you, Grace, shift uncomfortably in your seat. You’re used to the skimpy silks November has you wear, but this whole maid getup is a whole different beast. A vest hugs your torso, propping up your bust to make it seem bigger than it actually is. A short skirt stops several inches above your knees, pantyhose clinging tightly to your legs, neat little white bows and frills decorating the entire outfit.

Not to mention the intricate dicksleeve under your skirt...

You’re almost afraid to move too quickly and rip something in the expensive dress. The last time you tore something, it came out of your paycheck.

“Remember, you only need to go to Thursday’s once a week. The rest of your time can be spent on your other projects.” November doesn’t bother looking at you as the flying carriage lands. “Depending on your performance, you may find your services in high demand.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Rue bows elegantly.

“Thank you, November!” Sakura purrs.

“You betcha!” Saffron quips and follows the succubi out.

You’re about to go after them when November shuts the door and wraps her tail around your waist. She pulls you close, her heaving chest resting on yours as the heat climbs up your neck. As always, her slightly arrogant eyes make your heart skip a beat and your dick swell. A tiny smile graces her lips and she trails a finger up your cock.

“Grace.”

“Y-yes?”

“I wish I could take you with me. My success is due in large part thanks to you.”

Take you with her?

“Where are you going? You—”

"Sh.” She puts a finger on your lips. “I will not be far. Remember: you are mine.”

Before you can say anything else, her mouth meets yours in a toe-curling, spit-switching, tail-writhing kiss.

Then she pushes you out the door and the squadron of imps take off, taking November’s ostentatious palanquin with them. Rue arches an eyebrow as you wipe the black lipstick from your face. Sakura’s giggling purr distracts you long enough for Saffron to flip your skirt up.

“Woah, look at her erection!”

You push your skirt down and back away from the catboy.

“If y’all are done playin’ around?”

The four of you stand at attention. Now that you’ve got your bearings, you can more clearly see what this floating mansion looks like. It’s the same size as November’s desert-themed palace, but that’s where the similarities end. There’s a large grungy garage facing the open landing zone, and right next to it seems to be a bar decorated with neon lights.

Friday the cowgirl grins by the entrance and you swallow nervously. A Weekday.

The blue-skinned blondie circles around you, drinking you in. She nods and motions for you to follow.

“You lot are interestin’, that’s for sure. Lemme show y’all around.” Her eyes seem to linger on you and Saffron the most.

She opens the door and the stench hits you all at once. You cover your mouth and stifle a gag. The first room is a bar, crusty stains splattered across the bar top and broken bottles laying about. Dust gathers in every corner, the door handles are sticky, a rat is hanging from the stained glass light fixture, and something is smoking from down the hallway.

“Shoot, left the doohickey burnin’.” Friday rushes off.

You stare at the mess in silence.

“This is…” Sakura struggles to find the words.

“Abysmal. Disgusting. Practically criminal.” Ever the clean freak, Rue’s fur raises on end.

November runs a tight ship. Everyone is expected to be clean and proper. Everything is expected to be clean and proper. To be honest, you’re working at the whorehouse less and less as you get used to November’s standards.

“Whelp.” Saffron pulls up the thong under his skirt. “Looks like you ladies are going to be busy. Grace, you probably can’t handle a horny Weekday, so I’ll take the first shift with her. Lucky me! :3”

You and the catgirls frown at him. He’s technically right; November briefed you guys on why you are here. Friday got in trouble for not taking care of Thursday’s place. It’s not just dirty, the people who live here aren’t seeing much action. November offered to help.

Basically, you’re on your usual job plus deep cleaning.

“Man, I hope what November got out of this is worth it.”

“The garage, the bar, and the lesser bedrooms are in the front.” Rue opens a hammerspace bag and starts taking out cleaning products. “The distillery, the private bar, and the main bedroom are in the back. Friday is probably in the distillery…”

What kind of person needs two bars in their house?

“I know where I’m going!” Saffron makes a beeline for the distillery.

He didn’t even take a feather duster. Twerp.

Sakura gives you a quirky grin, then pulls a seeing eye from somewhere. Her tail flicks playfully, though you’ve been a bit camera shy since you saw the film you and her starred in. Now you understand why you make so much. You can’t believe you tried to pickpocket Quinn!

“We should tackle this mess before we have any fun, Sakura.”

You take a bucket full of cleaning products and head for the main bedroom. If you want to get anything done with the catgirl, you must be firm! No matter how good her tongue feels when it trails from your pussy to your cockhead…You shiver and push the thought from your mind.

When you enter the bedroom, you’re surprised that someone is already there. A dwarven woman in yoga pants and a sports bra kneeling before an effigy of Quinn jumps in surprise.

“Wow. I never expected someone else to come clean.” She runs her hand through her orange pixie haircut. “I guess Bea complaining to Tuesday worked.”

Now that you get a good look around, the bedroom is already clean. Even the bedsheets are folded nicely on top of the massive mattress. The dwarf, a Prillian who goes by Paula, claims to be one of Thursday’s girls.

“I was just praying for his safe return. It’s incredible to think the guy I taught smithing to is going to Camelot U!” Paula chuckles to herself. “Though I’ve always been more of a Crucible College gal.”

“I never went.” You shrug. “I’m, um, also supposed to ask if you have need of my other services? Friday isn’t fucking the women often enough?”

That sets Paula off.

You can’t get in a word edgewise as she goes on a rant about Friday prioritizing the men over the women, even choosing the criminals being milked over them. Before you could ask her about that, she continues, yelling about how Friday’s made a mess of every room and that she and the girls have had to satisfy each other if they want to orgasm in this house.

That, or use one of Thursday’s creations. Paula grins as she shows off the ‘Double Dick Super Thruster’, a mechanical chair with two dildos just waiting to penetrate anyone brave enough to sit on it.

“I’ve had so much fun on this thing. Level six is just perfect. Bolin’s hammer, talking about it has me going. You’re nice and all, but I’ve got to get some real cock.” Before you could say anything, she rushes off. “Nice meeting you! I’ll be back soon, we can lez out then!”

She leaves you there, your skirt lifting slightly. You sigh. You should speak up more often. You spare a glance at the Double Dick Super Thruster and briefly wonder about how it’d feel. Probably fucking amazing, though you’d have to clean up after yourself. And if Sakura found you using it, she’d set it to the highest setting and watch…

You clap your cheeks and shake your head. November wants you to do an impressive job. Adding more cum stains everywhere when you’re supposed to clean is counter-productive.

“Later.” You promise yourself.

The next room is the private bar. It’s swankier than the bar at the front, with only a few high chairs at the bartop. There are no taps either, just a bunch of (mostly empty) bottles on the shelf behind the bar. Looks like it’s supposed to be a more intimate cocktail experience, intended for close friends or lovers. The strangest thing is there are couches and fuzzy rugs, but they’re all facing west, through the massive window.

The massive window is covered in prints and stains.

Time to work!

You get the soap and fill the bucket with water and start cleaning all the dirty surfaces. As you work, you hear loud moaning coming from the room behind the bar. The distillery. It sounds like Saffron, but there are other voices mixed in, along with the loud, rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh. Your dick strains against the fabric of the dicksleeve, a wet patch of precum spreading across the middle of your skirt.

You grit your teeth and ignore it, concentrating on cleaning. You wash the window, noticing how a lot of the nearby flying mansions are angled in the same direction. Towards the palace. Now that you get a closer look, you can spot windows between each of the statues holding the roof. You’ve never been close enough to the palace to see into it before…now that you think about it, that’s probably the reason these flying mansions are so expensive.

“Say, haven’t we met before?”

You jump around, holding your window wiper threateningly. Friday grins and angles her hat back. She’s still wearing her vest, but she’s naked from the waist down, her pussy frothing with cum. Friday takes a large swig from a stein and hops onto the bar, a puddle of mixed fluids splatting on the countertop.

The one you just cleaned.

“I don’t think so?”

She squints for a moment, then shrugs. Friday chugs the rest of whatever she’s drinking and tosses the mug into the sink. She looks at you for a while, tail flicking around like Sakura’s when she’s curious.

“Do ya mind if I ask for advice? Since yer a mortal from outside of Prillia ‘n all.”

You’re surprised, but you keep it off your face and you nod.

“See, I’m dealin’ with a tricky situation. A…friend of mine, another demon, is trying’ to woo a mortal.”

Why do you get the feeling she’s not talking about a friend?

“She’s got plenty of studs in her harem, but it ain’t no serious thing. She gives ‘em a place to live, stuff to do, pays them in sex and tokens fer their time. ‘Cept the guy she wants is more than that, y’know? He’s got issues, but he’s skilled, has got a great body, and a voice that would make any gal fuckin’ melt. An’ even though this guy could bench press four hundred pounds, he’s absolutely terrified of me—My friend, I mean.”

Are you really the right person to ask for relationship advice? Your experience is mostly related to listening to clients vent about their failed love lives after they finish inside you. Surely, these demons must have a lot more experience. They’re supposed to have long lifespans, after all.

Before you can come up with an answer, a bell rings from the distillery.

“Sorry ‘bout that. Gotta replace one of the tanks. Come on, we can talk as I work.”

Tanks? You ignore the pit in your stomach and follow her into the distillery.

Your jaw drops. Tables and dirty glassware are shoved in one corner to make room for lots of barrels and a massive distiller on one side of the room. The rest of the room has dozens of gagged men and women, mostly elves, bound to a metal bar as they are milked. Their limbs are spread apart and they are blindfolded, reducing them to a group of faceless sexual fluid factories. Puddles of milk and cum are everywhere around them. Friday casually unhitches one of the tanks full of milk and replaces it with an empty one, ignoring the woman as she desperately pulls at her restraints. Nearby, a tired-looking catboy in a torn maid dress sucks milk from one of the squirming women.

Her expression is pure bliss, Saffron fingering her sopping pussy as he takes gulp after gulp. The soft nubs on his cock rub against the woman’s side, driving her crazy with desire. Your stockings get wet with your arousal, the fabric of your dicksleeve straining against your rock hard fuckstick.

“Impressive, right?” Friday chuckles. “I’m loaning the lot of them from the pens. It’s a bit of a chore to feed them all, and the women constantly complain about their holes not getting used when they ain’t gagged. But I’m guessin’ I’ll be able to make my own dickcheese and femcum whiskey in no time!”

You’re starting to understand why Friday is having trouble with her relationships. She probably hasn’t spent a lot of time out of Haven, so her whole frame of reference is off.

“I think I know why your…friend is having so much trouble.”

“Really?” Friday’s eyes light up. “Spill, c’mon!”

“I dunno how to put this…have y—she tried being less sexy?”

Friday stares at you in silence.

“What in tarnation are you talkin’ about?” She stands tall, squeezing her boobs and spreading her legs so you can see her tight, leaking slit. “Y’all can’t ask a fine piece of ass like mi- hers to be ‘less sexy’! That don’t make any sense!”

“I’m saying you should dial back the…lewdness. I may be a prostitute, but I have other things going on in my life.” Noticing her skepticism, you explain. “You have to find other interests outside the basic ‘have sex and milk cocks’ routine succubi have. Ask about him, try to relate to his problems…And maybe clean up a bit? Dickcheese, cumming stations, it’s all a bit much for people who don’t rely on lust. Not to mention that getting stuck in a milking machine is scary.”

“B-but they’re criminals!” Friday points to the closest bound man, thrusting his hips as the machine sucks another load out of him. “I ain’t doin’ this to anybody who don’t deserve it. In fact, they’re enjoyin’ it!”

You press your hands together and try to think of a way to get this dommy cowgirl to understand.

“Okay, try to imagine that…a vampire needs to drink your blood. It’s stronger than you, and it changes your mind so that you enjoy getting blood taken. To the point that you get stuck in a machine that sucks your blood constantly. How would you feel if you saw a demon in a machine like that, even if they broke a law? How would you feel if a vampire said they liked you while showing off their blood machine?”

“Huh.” Friday hums. “Ya’ve given me a lot to think about.”

Sun and stars, are you finally getting through to her?

“Lemme test the vintage and we can talk more about this. Hey, Saff, come fuck me as I suck these guys off!”

Maybe not.

“Round three, here I come!” Saffron pulls away from the whining woman, voice mixed with excitement and fatigue.

The woman whines and bucks her hips, arousal dripping into the dish below her. There’s still a huge mess through the rest of the distillery…You sigh and start mopping, occasionally sparing a glance to Friday and Saffron.

The succubus gets on all fours and pulls a tube off one of the trapped men with a loud pop, wiggling her ass at the approaching catboy. His small hand rubs his length, the nubs near the head of his cock swelling into the perfect stimulation. Friday opens her mouth wide, taking the entirety of the man’s length in her mouth just as Saffron slides his cock into her drooling love tunnel. The short incubus meows in pleasure, the slapping oh flesh on flesh nearly drowning out the loud sucking sounds Friday makes.

The longer you clean, the more it gets to you. There’s a massive stain on your skirt now, and you find yourself occasionally squeezing your rod through your dress. You’re only a quarter of the way done when you hear Saffron moan loudly, and you catch a glance of her pussy getting creampied. Friday chuckles huskily, jacking the trapped man some more until he twitches, when she angles his cock into her mouth. She must be feeding them additives, because his thick, gooey load shoots into her mouth with enough volume that it runs down her chin. She licks her lips and sighs happily, then gets up and sits on the next man’s lap, her tail angling his dick into her ass. She gives a sharp grin your way and leans forward, her tongue wrapping around Saffron’s barbed cock.

“Mmf~ Lord Quinn did a bang-up job with yer dick, Saff. It’s like lickin’ a new flavor on every nub!”

“Haaah~ haaahh~ I, nya~ try!”

You blush and look away, but you’re so damn horny. The next time you look their way, Friday has picked up Saffron, riding a cock as she sucks off the smaller incubus. Her cheeks go sallow as her tail teases her glistening pussy, her abs glistening with a mixture of sweat and precum. You freeze as you feel your dicksleeve tear, and you pull your hand away. You’re almost done mopping the distillery, you’re so damn close!

When Friday gets off, she wipes the cum from her asscrack and licks it from her fingers. She moves onto the next guy, inviting Saffron to shove his femboy cock into her asshole as she uses her boobs to jack off the elf. You quickly mop, but you notice one of the elves in the back shaking and twisting her neck around, nearly freed from her gag. You go to secure it, but when it comes off…

“H-help…”

“What?” You spare a glance to Friday. Yup, still distracted.

“I…need it” She whines.

Has Friday been feeding this woman properly? This is by far the messiest section, and she seems to have been here the longest. No, she doesn’t look like she’s starving or dirty, but—

“Cock~! I smell it!~ Give me cock!~”

Yeah, she’s desperately horny. Her puffy pussy lips twitch with need, almost in tandem with your own dick and slit. You look around to make sure Friday is still distracted, heart thundering in your chest. You pull up your skirt and carefully unwrap your dick, the stench of your arousal getting the trapped woman even more excited. She shakes some more, her massive boobs spraying more milk into the machine as she gets excited.

“Cock~! Cock~!” Her tongue wiggles around her mouth sluttily her bucking hips sending droplets of arousal all over the place.

With a perverted smile, you stuff your head between her basketball-sized tits and slide into her. You are here to fuck the needy, after all. Her pussy squeezes your cock like a vice, and you have to bite her boob to keep yourself from yelling out in ecstasy. You thrust into her vigorously, her tight passage pulling you deeper into her every time you try to bring your hips back.

“Ough!~ Yes!~ Yes!~”

You slam your hips into her and throw your head back with a loud moan, jets of milk filling the tubes like never before. You bask in the afterglow and pull yourself away.

“Right! A Tale of Two Thieves: Futa Ravenette and Sneaky Catgirl!” Friday snaps her fingers behind you, and you yelp. “I knew I’d saw you before. Didn’t recognize you without the makeup running down your face.”

She’s carrying an exhausted catboy under her arm. She looks at your dripping cock and licks her lips. Her pussy is still leaking cum, but with her so close you just want to stick it in her…Grinning, Friday leans closer and trails her finger over your collarbone.

“Thanks for takin’ care of this one. I tend to use the strap-on, but I get bored before I reach the end.” She checks the time on her foghole and smirks. “November didn’t tell y’all what she got from me for yer help, eh? How ‘bout you head over to the private bar and finish cleaning the windowsill. I’ll catch up; me an’ this cute kitty are going to finish fuckin’ these bitches.”

“Fuuuuck yeeaah…” Saffron weakly raises an arm.

“Leave the mop.”

“Nuuuuuuuu…” Saffron whines. “Don’t wanna work…”

“Shut it, cockmeat. And ‘fore I forget…” Friday sweeps you off your feet and locks her lips with yours, fires of lust spreading through every part of your body. “To keep ya in the mood!”

You leave the distillery with an erection. Well, at least you did some work. You pick up the window cleaner and get back to cleaning, trying very hard to ignore your throbbing cock again. You distract yourself by looking outside and counting the people in the park.

Except…you see movement in Quinn’s palace. In the room with the massive TV, a red-skinned demon with long black hair sets fancy demon food on the table in front of the large love seat. She wears long silks with a low cut v-neck so that every movement looks like she’s moments away from a nip slip.

She catches your eye and winks. Does she see you?

She backs her butt onto the glass, her tail raising so she can wipe her perfect pussy over the glass.

Yeah, she can see you.

This can only be Quinn.

She lights a few candles and they float in the air around the room. Then she turns around, letting her fourteen-inch cock bob against the glass as she brings a finger to her lip seductively and runs it down her body. You blink, realizing that you’ve been stroking your dick since you started watching her.

The door behind her opens and Quinn twirls around, holding her hand out to…November?

You are Quinn. After a dickload of effort, you finished the production of the prototype Thaumirrors. They’re being distributed now, leaving you with a small break. What else can you do but come home to Haven and reward your cute crotchspawn for completing her goal?

Well, a lot of things. But November would be the third richest in Haven if she didn’t trade her tokens for gold. And now that she’s set aside enough cash for an airship, she doesn’t need much more than a crew. Of course you’re going to reward her!

The DESIRE you get from all those watching through the window is a nice bonus.

Your Egyptian beauty strolls into the room, walking imperiously down the steps as you take her hand. She’s going all out for this, wearing a special set of silks entwined with small golden chains. November may be maintaining that regal façade, but her DESIRE when she spots your twitching member tells a different story. Thanks to her high heeled sandals, she can see you eye-to-eye, her nipples getting erect as they brush against yours.

“You look ravishing, November.” You kiss her hand. “I’m sure the peeping toms agree.”

“It is only natural that they quiver before me. Before us.” November can feel the DESIRE, her cunny already slick with her juices. “They will bear witness to this queen’s majesty.”

She stares regally through the window and you rest your head on her shoulder. Dozens are watching you from the floating mansions, some already with their hands around their dicks and fingers in their pussies. You kiss her along the shoulder, up her neck until your lips are next to her ears, her nipples stiffening through her dress even further.

“Anybody in particular you’re hoping to impress? Maybe that cute futanari maid jacking off at Thursday’s?”

“A happy coincidence.” November’s breath hitches as your tail draws hearts on her exposed midsection. “Perhaps she will become inspired from our performance.”

“My sweet princess…” You pull down her silks, exposing her perfect breasts to the onlookers. “So hungry for mommy's thick cock!”

You pull November close, mushing your double-D’s into her back as she gasps, your throbbing girlcock sliding between her legs. November moans, grinding her wet pussy on your fat rod and she turns about to meet your lips in a kiss. You rock your waist back and slam your length into her, pushing her against the glass as she moans into your mouth. You hammer away, her tits mushing against the glass with every virile thrust into her royal cunt. When you break the kiss, your regal daughter is gasping and cross-eyed, her tight passage hugging every inch of your meat.

Gone is November’s veneer of imperious passivity. She bounces against the glass, begging for more as your dick pistons into her. Her tits and face are pushed against the glass, staining it with her drool and lipstick. Every thrust, more of her silk slides off her body, leaving behind the net made from thin gold chains.

“Yeeeessss!~ Pound my regal whore-hole!~ Stuff my wet pussy with your godly cock!~”

The DESIRE from the peeping toms invigorates you more, your futa cock pulsating as it grows a couple inches inside November. Mortals and demons alike masturbate as you fuck November against the glass, tickling you and November’s senses as you squeeze her thick hips tighter. November’s ahegao makes you even harder, your fingers digging into her fat ass.

“They’re going to watch you get impregnated. They’re going to see you enjoying it.” You tremble as her pussy squeezes even tighter. “Your fat knockers leaking and belly swollen with another litter of imps. My queen of whores.”

Her eyes cross and she twitches against the glass, your pussy spraying arousal behind you as you shoot load after load into her womb. Her stomach swells as throw your head back and roar in ecstasy, her panting face mushed against the glass. Two feet, three feet, four feet wide, her belly gurgles as the DESIRE shapes her body to become the perfect preggo prostitute. Her boobs grow several sizes to match, milk trickling down the glass to mix with November’s drool. You lift her thick hips up and push her even further so that everyone can see her swollen stomach and milky tits, cum leaking from her pussy down your magnificent rod. You hop her subtly on your cock, making sure to spread the milk around with her rotund belly as you whisper into her ear.

“I see Grace just made a mess…She came right as you got stuffed.” You giggle when you feel November’s thoroughly fucked passage squeezes your cock again. “Looks like she’s in a hurry to clean up.”

“Haah…This queen chose well.” November rasps. “A hard worker who doesn’t crave the limelight. She will become a suitable paramour, given enough training. Ah!~”

You kiss her neck again, letting her slide down your throbbing pole as you back away from the window and carry her to the love seat. You set her down gently, your cock slipping out of her and springing up to send your mixed arousal into her face. November lays there regally, like you didn’t just reduce her to a moaning slut and show off her o-face to half of Haven.

Granted, she’s rubbing her yoga-ball sized pregnancy, her nipples dripping milk. And there’s still some of your jizz pooling from her puffy cunny. But the golden net loosely hanging from her body and smear-free kohl highlighting her blasé attitude really sells the image of a fertile queen.

You sit next to her and wrap your arm around her shoulder, pulling her gently into your body as you magic over the food you prepared. November enjoys getting spoiled, so you prepared some of the best Haven has to offer. Sweet and savory demonic fruits from Shoggy and Festa, cupcakes from Thanksgiving, and some of your milk that you preserve for special occasions. You feed her fruits, letting your throbbing member slide against her swollen belly as you talk.

“Is sending Grace into the lion’s den also part of her training?” You push a piece of fruit into November’s mouth and she sucks your finger. “Or just a way to get Friday to invest?”

Friday is living life like a messy bachelorette. The impulsive tomboy prefers males and doesn’t really care about maintaining her home. You can tell she’s got a lot of energy and has an aggressive magic style that Haven can’t contain. She was instrumental in capturing the Purity Front attackers, but doesn’t have any desire to spend anything she’s gained.

“Both.” You feel her tremble as the pregnancy sends a jolt of pleasure through her body. “Grace has an untapped talent for negotiation. And Friday requires some perspective the mortals in her harem can’t give her.”

Makes sense. Friday’s harem is made up of like-minded Prillians, more interested in getting their rocks off with the cowgirl than getting to know her. It works for Friday, because she only sees them as something between fuckbuddies and subordinates. You manifest a seeing eye to check up on Friday.

Your cock throbs against November’s belly and she purrs contently, gripping your dick in her slender hand to rub it against herself.

The futanari maid is fucking Friday over the bartop as they watch you. You catch them just in time to see Grace hilt herself inside the succubus and hot cum squirts out of Friday’s pussy. Once they’re done, Friday actually sits down with Grace and they talk, the cowgirl nodding as she absorbs information. You coo, November’s tender handjob against her pregnant form slowly accelerating.

“So, what’s the plan?” You take a phallic fruit and hold it in your mouth to feed November, leaning over her body so you can spread your precum all over her. “Ahn~…With May you have the materials, and Friday will lend you the manpower to build your own ship. One of the Pirate Lords can help you find a crew. Are they going north to Glacia, southwest to the UCCES, or southeast to Reeds?

“We will go to Tradeport, the independent UCCES city by Reeds, to establish my company and gather information on market trends.” November rubs your pre all over herself until her swollen belly and milky tits glisten erotically. She squirms, the combination of her pregnancy and your cum prickling through her body pleasurably. “Mmmf~…Goldwing passes himself as a reputable merchant with the aid of a Reeds daimyo. I can find someone desperate enough to lend me their name and do the same, then leverage my assets to form a trade route to wherever is most profitable.”

We? You push away the worries about misplacing another spawn. Now is the time to celebrate.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you talk like that?”

You lean down and trail your tongue up her knee, across her juicy thighs, around her bloated belly, then up her glistening love pillow to lick the milk from her nipple. November’s eyelids flutter, and when she opens them again, you’re in her face to meet her lips with a passionate kiss. You break it, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths and a throbbing erection poking into her rotund stomach.

“Of course,” November grins, breath hitching when your finger trails the whirling stripes on her skin. “I can feel your cock, Lord Quinn.”

Yeah she does. The second it got back within reach, she grabbed it again, massaging it like she’s scared it’ll get out of her grasp again. Who raised this succubus to be such a cock-hungry slut?

Oh. Right.

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You did a great job!

“How about we watch something fun?” You wave the TV remote. “Any suggestions?”

“I’m quite partial to A Tale of Two Thieves.” November leans into your embrace as you get comfortable next to her. “Watching Grace fall into lust makes this queen wetter than a virgin.”

It’s kind of funny. As you settle down and watch yourself fuck Grace and Sakura on TV, Grace and Friday have a deep conversation over beers. Friday is still her mischievous self, turning into different succubi to try and get a rise out of the prostitute-turned-maid. She gets a big one when she turns into November, and mocks her relentlessly for it.

Grace gets her back by mentioning a certain minotaur, though.

By the time the porno gets to the part where Grace was reduced to a lust-drunk whore in the pens, wiggling her ass with enough force to flick her herm juices all over the place, Grace finishes cleaning the bar.

“Spread my fucking whore cunt apart with your massive cock! Pleasure my lewd futa bitchdick! Please~!”

Wow, she does have a talent for negotiation. You have to flex your kegels to keep yourself from cumming all over November.

Sakura and Rue to join the two at the bar. They bow respectfully to Friday and quickly notice where they’re looking. Of course, they take some seats and start massaging their slick pussies through their skirts. Friday whispers something in Grace’s ear and puts something around her waist. Grace stares back at her in surprise, and Friday takes advantage to tear the rest of their clothes off. You nearly laugh out loud when she and Grace spin in place, turning into two Graces.

Each takes a catgirl and start fucking them missionary.

Similar scenes play out in the other flying mansions. Your attention’s split between the dildo construct slowly teasing your salivating cunt, fingering November, and the pregnant succubus’s delicately rubbing your sixteen-inch cock against her lewd body.

As the porno reaches its end, November’s contractions regularly spray milk like a kinked hose and her pussy has left a soggy puddle on your loveseat. Watching Grace take cock after cock really tickles November silly.

Her hand grips your cock tight when the last scene plays. Grace is freed, but still has the memory gem on her. Her stomach still stuffed with cum, the camera follows her out into the street where she squats down and bounces in place, showing off her erect cock and bloated stomach. She mimes sucking a dick and begs anybody watching to take her then and there.

“Somebody please, let me suck your dick! I’m a horny futa slut craving some fat cock!~ Look at my lewd body!”

She rubs her rod in public, squirting jizz from her abused holes as she reaches an orgasm. Many men crowd around her, offering her their cocks to suck. Professional whore that she is, she sucks them all, half-lidded expression hazy with lust and glee. She continuously jacks off as well, pausing to loudly moan and shoot her herm cream. Some men get tired of waiting and they jack off around her, layering her in the cum of random passerby. The porno closes on Grace’s ahegao as she climaxes a final time, her bloated body splattered white.

“Unf~” November arches back, her pussy spraying at the same time as Grace. “Truly, a worthy subordinate.”

Over the course of the porno, you’ve shot several loads over November’s body. She keeps smearing it all over herself, though she left this last load dripping on her frame as the contractions course through her faster. Her eyelids flutter and she struggles to her feet. Somehow, she maintains the royal demeanor even while being doused in your jizz and leaking femcum with every step.

“Lord Quinn…could you please?”

“Please what?”

You grin as your cock changes shape and grows larger, black swirls appearing all over your body. November’s trickle of arousal grows into flood, the engorged boobs resting on her maternity leaking milk with every heart beat. The golden net hugs her frame tightly, digging into her thighs and her twitching preggo belly. The markings are concentrated on her belly, giving her the illusion of a thick womb tattoo to match yours. You slowly rub your twenty-inch equint rod, smirking as November’s DESIRE spikes the more you look at each other.

“Do you want my fat horsecock to pulverize your pussy?” You poke the flared head into the gushing slit.

“Do you want to suck my titanic bitchbreaker?” You step closer, letting your cock glide up her round belly and rest between her tits.

Her eyes cross and she breathes faster, pursing her lips to prevent her from reaching out to suck it. You chuckle and flick her nipples in turn, drinking in her DESIRE as every flick sends a bit more milk into the air.

“Or…do you want my to spread your aching ass apart and brace you against the window so everyone can see you give birth to the litter of imps I fucked into you?”

"The latter, Lord Quinn.” November gives out a rare smile of excitement and turns around, spreading her supple cheeks apart. “Please.”

She did say ‘please’.

You pull her arms behind her back and shove your titanic length into her tight pucker with enough force to lift her off her feet. She braces her high heels against the window and squeaks in joy, every thrust bouncing her preggo body and her slutty tits as her eyes roll back.

“Ough~! Augh~! Oh~! Yes~! Yes~! Yessss~!” November’s tongue lolls out and her slutty moans devolve into the carnal grunting of a bitch in heat.

The first birth climax shakes her and she sprays her love juices all over the window, washing away all of the milk from earlier. The DESIRE from the witnesses comes back in droves and you laugh as you bounce November harder, letting her ride the climax from birthing the first imp of the litter.

Between the exhausting classes and the stress of the Niflheim demon invasion, it’s nice to come back to Haven and fuck one of your slutty kids senseless. You would have liked to gift November one of the Thaumirrors, but their production was complicated enough that it would take weeks to even build one in Haven.

“Witness this fertile queeeeeeeeeen~!” November gushes, another imp pushing from her loins.

You’re pretty sure November likes this gift more.