One Night in Camelot – 3 [❤️❤️]
You are Dean Sher’khan, you have a doctorate in strange things. It’s difficult to explain, you’d have to get a doctorate to understand.
You just felt something trip the alarm in the library. How…strange. You burst through the doors, causing little Klein Bottle to jump in surprise.
“Are you alright, boy?” You almost bellow in his face.
“What? I’m…fine, I guess. A bit miserable to be honest. I feel like today I’m going to eat slightly undercooked spaghetti while cuddling my cat. I may cry.”
His temperament seems…strange.
“Come with me, boy. We must investigate the Forbidden Section! Something…” You pause for dramatic effect, the weave of reality waiting with bated breath.
“Dean? Are you o—"
“Strange is afoot! Come, Klein!” Reality applauds your sense of dramatic tension as Klein sighs.
“Yes, sir.”
He unlocks the gate and you use your magic to temporarily disable the barrier. You walk through the library, sweeping your scarlet cloak to and fro. Your eyes spot a few empty spots and you mentally mark them.
“Dean Sher’khan, are there supposed to be missing books?” Klein says nervously, as if the library is his responsibility. The spells are there to keep the books safe, Klein is there to present a friendly face.
“No. Are you sure you didn’t see anyone come in?”
“…Yeah?” He thinks about it before answering. How strange…
“Look into my eyes.”
“Uuh, okay…”
“BY THE EYE OF AGGRESSIVE YELLING, UNVEIL YOUR SECRETS TO ME!” The power of your shout almost bowls Klein over, but it is necessary to peel away the layers of his mind like a cosmic onion. Your golden amulet of strangeness glows and Klein’s eyes dilate. It was hypnosis, and not a weak kind, either!
“I…I remember! A goblin woman came in…WITHOUT ID! And I let her in?! What was I thinking?”
“Yes, yes! How strange! Tell me more!”
“She made me look for…Aevum Emit Sisto. He was a genius, he got loads of accolades. She wanted to know where he came from, what he studied. His thesis! I told her that his thesis was in the Forbidden Section. She asked me what the key looked like…and I showed her. I’m such a dunce. She told me to sleep, and when I woke up again, the key was in my hand.”
“I see, I see! What next?”
“Oh Celeste! I asked her on a date! No wonder I felt so crummy, she shot me down. And then she left.”
“Interesting, interesting. This is very…strange. Let’s see what else she took…though it was nice of her to leave some coin.” You rush over to a podium with all the books logged into it. “Column 13, row 6, shelf 4, place 17…”
You recite the places you saw missing books and frown as the pages flip. In the wrong hands, these books could spell danger. It’s one the second to last missing book you find a title you know. Now you know why that name was so familiar!
Klein wasn’t exaggerating, Aevum was a true genius, perhaps the next Merlin! You studied his thesis and used it as a reference for your own. But why was this goblin looking for information about a long-dead dwarf?
And why did it feel like you forgot something important? A connection between what was said and what was lost? The last book? Its position feels like an old friend. As if you’ve walked past it many times, lips curving back in curiosity and bemusement. You flip through a few pages and gasp.
This book…!
“Klein! Do you remember the woman?”
“Yeah?”
“Was she a black-haired goblin?”
“How did you know?” His eyes widen.
“Oh, how fantastically, beautifully, stupendously…” You laugh and dance a little jig. The mysteries of this absurd universe unfolds before you. You take a deep breath.
“And did she have a good…you know?”
“I…don’t know?”
“A good…huh-huh?”
“What?”
“A fine pair of hoohaas?”
“Sir, my major is space magic, not dead languages.”
“Nice boobies?”
“I…birds?”
You groan. Why is it so difficult to communicate this? It feels as if something is working against you, wrestling your mind into submission… That’s a problem for later.
“Look!”
You slam a finger on the title and push Klein towards it. He immediately blushes.
“Whoever wrote this must be some ancient lecher!”
“But did she?”
“She did.” Klein Bottle pales in realization.
You laugh and dance again.
“How…indubitably, impossibly, amazingly…strange!”
You are Quinn in Haven, shifted back into your normal form and in the middle of a good stretch.
Summoning your favorite suit over you, you smile. You leave all the books from the college library on your desk and pass the rest to Cloth, Tropo, and Latch.
“Get these to the library, please.”
They nod and fly off to fulfill their duties. Time to check up on your citizens. You look over the city you’ve made and notice something happening in the colosseum. Finally.
You unfurl your bat wings and fly down, landing amongst the audience. Two people were jousting atop a pair of bicycles, each impact bringing a cheer to everyone. Someone approaches your side.
“Lady Quinn. You’ve returned. We have much to talk about. Your seat is always open.”
“Thank you, Sunday.”
He leads you to the biggest seat in the house and sits on your right. Monday smiles at you, sitting on your left. She reaches one hand to hold yours. The other is busy keeping Tulip the goblin succubus licking at her wet slit.
“Lord, much has changed in a short while. With more demons and citizens alike, things are happening fast. No need to worry, food is plentiful for everyone, and there is happiness everywhere.”
“Though there are a few problems.”
You wave for them to continue as one incubus knocks the other down and starts buttfucking him.
Great show.
“Daddy Quinn, a few of the people got scared when told of the wolf in the forest, but even with our promises of safety, they’re too scared to explore the new forest you’ve made for them. Great choice for a mountain range by the way, reminds me of yours. Speaking of…”
Monday waves over a couple of demons and they come over to you giddily. She leans over and whispers.
“The goblins are good at oral, but are a bit inflexible in most genital to genital positions. The elven women and men also lack stamina, but more than make up for it with their emissions and orgasms. And the dwarves…” She sighs. “They can get their pick of demon lovers. Could you bring some more to Haven? Please, daddy?”
“Sure thing sweetie.” You chuckle and give her a peck on the cheek. “As for Old Chompy, we just have to wait for a brave citizen to trust you and enjoy the experience. I haven’t visited him yet, I want a citizen to get to him first.”
Cherrypopper, the corrupted incubus elf, pulled off your pants, began nestling his face in your snatch and licking at your deep recesses. Blowie and Cockslut the succubi grind their hips on your thighs, pulling down your shirt to massage your breasts, worshipping your every curve down to your pert nipples. You hum as the sensations and DESIRE flow into you.
The incubus finishes inside his defeated foe raising his arms in victory. The horn blows three times and he tenses. You look around curiously as the audience quiets down, holding their breaths in anticipation. Cherrypopper has pulled his head out of your thighs and the succubus pair leaving snail trails on your legs slow down to focus on the arena. The wrought-iron gate opens slowly.
A high-pitched, evil cackle echoes from the darkness. You recognize that laugh.
“How is that young incubus supposed to survive?” You ask your two eldest. Sunday sits up straighter and smiles.
“It was a rather ingenious idea. I talked with the goblins about ritual magic—”
“I talked to them.” Monday interjects, glaring at her brother. “You adapted the magic to enchant pleasure overload.”
Sunday bristles and opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt him.
“It was a team effort. Good job, both of you.” You flash a brilliant grin and pull Sunday in for a deep kiss, brushing a finger across his throbbing cock. You break away as he leans deeper into the kiss and embrace Monday, strings of saliva still connecting you to Sunday. Your tail slips up her legs and teases her asshole.
The tension in the arena reaches a fever point and you push your daughter’s wanting lips away from you. Time to see what your most troublesome child is up to. The colosseum sits still for a second.
A gray blur crashes in the middle of the arena. The cloud of dust settles as her form is revealed. She looks like gray-skinned little girl, scantily clad in an orange slingshot bikini, with glowing orange eyes and a wide, pumpkin-colored bob with a wicked ahoge. Her sharp-toothed smile is the most demonic you’ve seen, accentuated by her massive black horns sprouting from the sides of her head. She swings her weapon around, clearing the dust around her, the five-foot studded metal dildo still slick with her own juices.
Halloween, the sado-masochistic berserker. Physically strongest among all your children, even those with minotaur traits.
“If there are bets, who would bet against her?” You shake your head.
“When Halloween enters, it’s not about winning.” Sunday notes.
“It’s about how long they last.” Monday continues.
The incubus’s erection is at full mast. He clangs his weapon against his shield and readies himself. He’s a full two feet taller than her, but he does not advance. Halloween eyes the audience until she notices you. She beams and in one bound, lands right in front of you.
“Quinn! I’m so glad you’re here to see me wipe the floor with those shitstains!” Halloween, for all her strength, lacks three things. Respect, tact, and tits.
She pushes Blowie and Cockslut off your legs with her metal dildo and saddles closer to you. She presses Cherrypopper deeper into your snatch with her foot and leans forward, giving you a full glance at the mosquito-bite breasts she hid under her slingshot bikini.
“I’ve noticed a lot of new demons the past couple days. Did you seriously slut it up with all the new immigrants?” She grins and pulls her bikini deep into her pussy as she grinds the incubus deeper in between your legs. “Holy shit, I’m so jealous. Why can’t you spend more time with your first set of crotchspawn?” Her mouth sizzles as she cusses.
“I’ve got responsibilities.” You run a hand across her cheek, down her neck, and trail a finger over her bikini. She doesn’t react to that. “It’s nice to see you having fun, Halloween. How about this: you take on some responsibilities other than beating others into submission, and we’ll do something.” You reach her nipple and pinch it with your sharp nails. She shudders and gasps, drool sputtering from her clenched chompers.
“Fine, fuck.” She groans and leans away. She walks to the balcony and moves her bikini to the side to give you a full glimpse of her womanhood. She spreads it apart and shoves her entire fist inside, femcum spraying all over. “This bitch needs that fuckin’ holy cock.”
She leaps off the parapet and lands on the ground. She points her weapon at the poor incubus. He trembles in fear and excitement. She leaps towards him and swings her dildo. To his credit, the incubus ducks and rolls away, but Halloween is already upon him. She slams her dildo on the ground, cratering where the demon was a second prior. He stabs his spear towards her.
Halloween catches it in her mouth. Her grin gets larger, and she wrenches the incubus closer, clotheslining him with the full force of her metal dildo. He collapses to the ground, unconscious. His dick sprays semen everywhere and Halloween screams.
“You FUCKER!” She catches all she can to slurp it up. “You’re going to waste it all, you dipshit!”
Halloween positions her entrance over the unconscious fighter’s waning erection. She slams her pussy hard enough on him to crater the ground beneath him, impaling herself on the poor incubus’ cock reverse cowgirl style in a desperate attempt to get her rocks off. A horn blows and the time appears overhead. Just over two minutes, most of which was her talking to you.
That cute little slut has the gall to wink in your direction as she gives you the sign for cunnalingus. She’ll get some.