Nun the Wiser – 8.5 [❤️❤️]

A sexy, sexy overlord of lust does not pout. Though you are technically a single mother, so maybe you’re allowed some leeway. Are you still a single mother if you’re at the top of a massive fucking harem consisting of hundreds of mortals and your own children?

Sure, why not. So you, Quinn, are allowed to pout.

Especially when your teacher clamjams you by burying you in a massive pile of homework. And the trickiness of the Storm gang moving in. And managing the whole information guru stuff as Rampant. And Halloween coming back.

Instead of being responsible and making a dent in the huge load (not the fun kind), you’re grumbling to yourself and sulking at a café in disguise. You sigh and sip at your Marktini, watching the people of your reality pass you by on the street.

Prillia’s tense right now, but Haven’s hunky-dory. Sure, the demonic incursion in Prillia is a stress-inducing nightmare, but people are sucking and fucking like it’s any other day in here. Which probably explains why the Storm gang rolled in with a proposition: they’re recruiting refugees, and they need space to house them.

Haven, with the recent influx of elves, grew exponentially. Vast tracts of land, outside the central city. Not to mention the fact that you installed a high-density living environment with lots of apartments, plus a hotel, and you’d be able to house another twenty thousand people in the city proper.

That’s not counting the new high rises and underground complexes you’ve added. Even with the suburban areas in the northwestern quadrant pulling down the averages, you’re guessing you could take in all the refugees, no problem.

You know, aside from the fact that you’d be revealing Haven’s existence to a lot of people. Not to mention the logistics problems August brought up, and that one other thing.

Thankfully, August negotiated well and Steelpunk himself agreed to rent out an entire apartment complex to house some of the more tight-lipped (heh, nice) members of his gang. The idea is they’d move those with bigger places in Hacksonville to Haven so they can stuff more refugees there. You’re not sure how comfortable you are with another hundred or so gangsters coming to live in Haven…

If they try and pull something like the Purity Front did, you’re going to get upset. You don’t want to have to rip out Steelpunk’s soul and have the entire population of your pocket dimension run a train on him, but you will if it comes to it.

You swish your drink around and sigh heavily.

“Another shot, ma’am?” Mark asks.

“No, but thanks for offering.” You flash the mortal a winning smile. “I’ve gotta say, you do have some of the best tasting jizz around.”

Mark grins, still slowly stroking his cock as he heads to another table of demons to offer his signature drink. You smirk and sip your martini glass full of vodka and cum and he shoots a load directly into his client’s mouth. When he looked at you, he only saw a normal succubus, one with purple skin and long blonde hair. Friday’s transformation skills have been coming in clutch, especially for staying in Scarlet Lily’s form for longer periods of time. It’s been handy for exploring Haven to see if everything is still going smoothly. It’s getting harder to walk around in your true form because someone is always trying to get your attention for a quick fuck.

Honestly! A couple gangbangs and they think you’re a loose woman.

And you are, but you’ve also got responsibilities!

Speaking of…

Dong ding ding! The media tower lights up and the massive screen on the sides turns on. Peanut and Butter, the hosts of Haven One Radio, wave to the city below.

“Gooood evening Haven city! We’ve got a few happy announcements to get to so we’re borrowing the media tower screens for just a little while!”

“That’s right guys! Don’t worry, we’ll be returning to the top-rated porn videos, just after these messages!”

They could stream anything from the media tower screens. News, Hacksonville stonks, the years of TV shows you had jingling around your head…but it wouldn’t be Haven if it wasn’t porn. Typeface was really clever, showing only a few highlights at a time to entice people to buy. That, and her personal pregnancy/sex vlog.

“No weather patterns for the next week, Peanut. Looks like nobody has to fear getting bimbofied anytime soon!”

“Or walking around with testicles the size of coconuts, Butter. Yowch!” Butter nips his mate on the neck and she giggles.

Yeah, that was a fun time. Really stress tested the sewer and irrigation system.

“Anyways, we’ve got a special announcement from Lord Quinn herself. Since the demonic incursion in Prillia—”

“—The no good, nasty, soulless, can’t hump their way out of a paper bag kind—”

Butter growls, clearly still holding a grudge from the time you decided to pass around a captured demon. It was less fun than it sounds.

“Thank you, Butter. Yes, those demons are wreaking havoc and Lord Quinn has issued a decree to mitigate damage in Prillia. Speaking for her on what you can do to help Prillia is Silverbrood, Lord Quinn’s personal cumdump and imp factory.”

The screen cuts to Silverbrood’s face as she gently suckles imp cock. The residents of Haven watch as the camera zooms out, revealing the former high elf in all her hyper-pregnant glory. Her stomach is massively distended, ballooned out to the size of a beach ball, but she’s too lost in lust to care. She’s bouncing her body on a thick minotaur cock, her gorgeous breasts slapping against her belly and splashing milk with every flex of her luscious thighs. You’ve dressed her in a suitably patriotic skimpy officer’s uniform, though all that remains of it are the black sleeves, stockings, and hat. Tears of pleasure run down her face and the imp pulls out of her mouth with a loud pop before she focuses on the camera and salutes, any illusion of professionalism broken by her depraved o-face.

“Yes~! Yessshhh~! I-I-I’m doing my part~!”

She twitches and throws her head back in a silent scream, the mintotaur’s cock pulling out of her with a gush of thick, white baby batter. People in the street are openly masturbating as they watch her. The camera zooms on Silverbrood’s creampied cunny, her glistening lower lips dilating, then spreading apart as she pushes out an imp. The feed cuts back to Peanut and Butter, the latter railing the former on the table.

“Hah~, Haah~! You heard the breeding sow!” Peanut gropes her tit as Butter’s canid cock plunges her depths. “Lord Quinn needs imps. No need to name ‘em! Ladies, if you need some extra tokens, the pens are offering a bonus blue token for every imp you give birth to! W~ha-what a deal!”

Peanut pants, her wagging tail slick with juices running like a windshield wiper on her mate’s broad chest.

“A-and for the incubi, there’s the same thing going on in the elven enclave! F-for a limited time onlyyyyy!~” Butter groans and hilts himself into Peanut, the female kobold swelling on the table.

The video stops on the two cuddle puppies making out as they sensually rub Peanut’s pregnancy.

The announcement has a sizeable effect. People make their way to the pens and the gated neighborhood, some already hot and bothered in just the right way. The succubus that was getting a Marktini from the tap is now lying on the table for her Marktini infusion, spreading her pussy lips apart and rubbing her spilled drink over her modest bust.

Did you just subsidize mass-production of imps? Yeah, most of the DESIRE to form these tokens are coming directly from you.

Since the demon horde started retreating to the south, you’ve had to send more imps to spy on them. While it’s made Rampant a valuable source in Hacksonville and allowed knights to manage fleeing refugees and deal massive damage to platoons of demons, it’s come at the cost of hundreds of imps. Haven imps are typically stronger than other imps because they have access to a lot of easy DESIRE and they’re often named.

Turns out, naming a demon makes it more powerful. Even if it’s a piddly little imp. Unfortunately, a couple dozen of the imps you lost were named. As in, lovingly named by the succubi or incubi that helped make them.

…There was a lot of crying.

While the imps are stronger, there’s only so much they can do if they get swarmed. And imps, with the extent of their transformation abilities, are crucial in intelligence gathering and intercepting flying demons that would normally go for messenger pigeons.

You’re not sure how many more bereavement orgies you can stomach. Your poor kids were losing imps left and right and you were still sending them out to die. Stuck between the hard choice of losing more named imps and letting the demons destroy more villages, you decided to fuck it.

Again, literally.

Before, Haven imps tended to be three to four times stronger than a normal imp. Even the nameless ones born from lust-drunk women were well-fed. And the named ones are at least ten times as smart. But that doesn’t help when they’re outnumbered a hundred to one. By mass producing nameless imps, you’re going for quantity over quality. The ones that come back from their mission will be granted names and some much needed personal time with whoever bore them.

Fuck, what a pain in the ass.

You shift in your seat and prop up your skirt. Biting your lip and shuddering pleasurably, you pull a long, veiny, brown cock from your ass. You let out a gasp as the glans catches on your sensitive butthole and then a breathy hiccup of delight as it finally comes out. Your widened rear leaks a thick glaze left behind from the throbbing monster coming from the foghole.

“Enoki, did you hear the announcement?” You ask, trailing a finger across the length.

A yellow eye peeks through the mirror.

“Yes, Lord Quinn. The hypnosis you layered throughout the gated community’s reflective surfaces has taken effect.” The mirror pans to show a bunch of bloated elves giddily masturbating. “I have been impregnating them in our mansion. Phillippa has been more accommodating than usual.”

The mirror pans to show you the elven futanari jacking off, her rotund belly splattered with Enoki’s thick jism. Her half-lidded eyes widen as her stomach contracts, and she cums in her own face as her pussy spreads apart and pushes out an imp. Thankfully, the hypnotism you put on them is complex work that prioritizes imp production, so she refuses the imp’s advances and instead crawls towards Enoki.

“Enokiiiiii…where’s your cock? I need to be pregnant!~ My genes must spread.”

“Thank you for keeping my royal cock warm, Lord Quinn.” Enoki’s eye reappears in the mirror and her giant length slips out of the foghole. “I will continue to impregnate these bitches.”

You sigh. Sad to see it go.

“Remember to leave some for the others, sweetie!”

Enoki growls and hangs up. She was blushing, how adorable!

You manifest a seeing eye and have it scry around Haven. Yeah, people are getting it on. A lot of your daughters are already in the pens, packed so closely together that their swollen bellies are rubbing against each other as men line up behind them to fuck some imps into them. Thanksgiving has two pens for herself, and three men humping into her massive behind in tandem. Her belly gurgles and swells, the bimbo minotauress moaning sultrily as her tits dribble, leak, and spurt milk by the gallon. Halloween is next to her, crossing her legs to keep herself from birthing imps as her pregnancy swells to match Thanksgiving’s. She leans against the support rod and beckons another terrified man to her, licking her lips seductively.

Gosh, they all look so sexy, all preggo and getting fucked. They remind you of you.

Your sons also remind you of you, finding and impregnating the desperately horny elves in the streets of the gated community. Even August is doing his part, the minotaur paying more attention to his book than the pregnant elf bouncing on his cock. June and July are both there, the female twin waddling around with her gravid pregnancy, straddling the faces of the elves her twin shoves his cock into.

Yup. A good days work to contribute to the war effort.

With a snap of your fingers, you teleport to your palace. Your maids, ever eager to please, are in the pens. Leaving you all alone in your palace, with no excuse not to do the work Sher’khan left you.

Fuck. You plop on the couch and kick your feet.

A report on a different magic school every week. With the ambient DESIRE permeating throughout Haven, doing the magic is easy. It’s just…the writing, the thinking, the planning. Do you even know that many schools?

There’s the classics. The ones you finished in your first month. Fire magic was easy, wind, water, and earth less so. Then there’s the more advanced stuff. Ice magic, lightning magic, metal magic, you’ve got a basic handle on. You know some, but not enough to make a report detailed enough to pass Dean Sher’khan’s scrutiny.

Don’t forget about the more esoteric magic schools…mind, blood, sound, crystal.

Shadow. Illusion. Seduction. Sex.

You perk up. Those are technically schools of magic, right? Sure, you’ve got an innate knowledge, but you can translate it into arcane easily enough. Hell, if you’re the first to define the arcane symbols for those schools of magic, you’d technically count as a wizard.

That’s a great idea! According to the rubric he magically beamed into your brain, it doesn’t have to be written. His mistake for not covering his bases. You can make a recording! Sher’khan is a Mind Archwizard, so you can give him a report in the form of a magic shard of data, like the ones you’ve been using to build the FSN! Giggling to yourself you manifest your office lady clothes and jump to your feet, summoning a seeing eye to start your work.

First, shadow magic!

…Since he’ll be the only one to see this, surely it won’t be a problem if you can show what you use shadow magic for? A lewd leer stretches across your face.

Heh. What’s he going to do, dock you points for showing how far a shadow-manifested dildo can go up your pussy?

That’ll show him for dumping a course load on you! You lay on the couch and spread your legs, starting the video on your glistening cunny. Just the thought of Sher'khan getting a full frontal image of your inner folds is enough for them to twitch happily and leak with arousal. The eye zooms out to capture all of you in your nude glory. Your tail wraps around your thigh and gives it a squeeze as you smile for the camera.

"Every great essay starts with a grabber, so I hope the sight of my wet fucking pussy is enough to catch your attention." You wink at the seeing eye and wave your hand, careful to show the arcane sigils needed to manifest a studded, fourteen-inch, shadow dildo. "Shadow magic is harder~ to make physical than earth magic, but it can be more flexible~ than water magic and faster than air magic."

You manipulate the fake cock to rub against your folds, biting your lips and letting out a long, shuddering breath.

"It takes a lot of magic if you don't have an affinity for it~!" The shadow dildo vibrates against your pussy, a trickle of juices splashing from your love tunnel as you slowly work the shaft down your cunt until the fat head is pressed against your clit. "But it's easy to manifest, especially in darker places like my delicious, wet, slutty, holes..."

You press the head deeper into you with each word, the molded urethra slipping gently against your clit. It goes inside you with a relieved sigh. You smile down at the seeing eye, massaging your breasts as each bumpy inch of the dildo slowly digs deeper into you.

"I hope you like watching me impale myself on this fat fucking cock~" You gyrate your hips around the dildo, your fingers slipping around it to gently rub your stretched pussy lips. "I bet you want to masturbate as I jump on it?~ As I stress test my magical vigor, see how hard I can keep it?"

You wave your free hand to show more arcane sigils, manipulating the dildo to grow inside you. You throw your head back with a moan, the bumps getting bigger inside you until you can see the imprints from the twenty-inch rod stretching your skin.

"Ah! I can feel you getting bigger!~ I need to be rutted like an animal..." You stare at the seeing eye with half-lidded eyes and move the dildo up and down. "Uuuuuuu~ my slutty fucking pussy craves a deep dicking...You'll give it to me, right? Stuff me full of your virile jizz?~ Look, I can even make it easier for you..."

You show another arcane manipulation and tentacles sprout from the base of the shadow dildo, grabbing your ankles and wrists to spread you apart. Another tentacle hovers close to your moth and you stare at it forlornly, kissing the tip gently. Now if only there was a volunteer to take advantage of you!~

There's a pop and something fizzles into existence behind the seeing eye. You pause and stare as an imp, named by the slight power rolling off it, stares back at you with a slowly stretching grin. It holds a black book decorated with animal skulls with the faint whiff of hypnotic magic attached to it. But it doesn't catch your attention as much as the kobold-imp's throbbing cock leaking with precum hidden behind the book.

As good as you are with sex toys, nothing beats the liveliness and sticky finale of the real thing. Too bad it wouldn't be relevant to the essay.

...Eh, whatever. You'll keep the recording for yourself and make another video essay later.

For now, you've got to reward the first messenger between you and Wednesday since she went to Camelot University. Hell, you might as well reward the nameless imps that have survived their missions.

Your eyes roll back and you grunt when the imp darts to you and spears his doggy dick inside your tight asshole. He kisses your wet mound and you groan huskily, a fresh shower of arousal drizzling his crotch from your trembling pussy lips. Wednesday taught this one well!

You send the mental order for Cloth, Tropo, and Latch to send the surviving nameless to your palace. Fuck, with all the sex going on in Haven, you might as well get gangbanged.

Within minutes, the first imp is joined by another, and another, and another, until you've got an entire swarm flocking around you. They've pulled the dildo out and use every nook and cranny of your body to rub their dick on you. You giggle to yourself, drunk on pleasure as three imps thrust into your cum-splattered pussy in tandem, two more shoving their dicks inside your sensitive nipples, hands and tentacles jacking off all those your holes can't attend to. Your cheeks bulge with cum and you loudly swallow, riding a heavy orgasm as Wednesday's messenger pumps another load into your bouncing body.

"See, with -ah~ shadow tentacles, I can take care of all my sweet little grandkids! Guuhh~!" You try to pose for the seeing eye with an imp poking his cock into your cheek, but the three imps in your pussy cum, so you make an o-face as your stomach swells. "Shadow magic's key strength is it's versatility!~"

You wink at the seeing eye and take another imp's cock in your mouth. Your eyelids flutter when the imps in your tits bust a nut inside your nipp-pussies. Get gangbanged by your kid's battle-hardened imps really is a great way to not feel so alone in your palace.

Wednesday's report is the crowning moment of the day...even if you have to redo the video essay. Oh well, that's why there are drafts.