One Night in Camelot – 4 [❤️❤️❤️]

“Mother, there’s also the issue of a human you brought back.” Sunday points to an elf in the audience smiling sheepishly as a demon hands him a red token.

What? Did he bet on this match?

“His name is Unlucky Slots, and while he has a penchant for betting, he rarely wins. He’s been deep in debt since the gambling parlor opened and the colosseum bouts started.”

“How deep?”

“Just shy of two hundred. You said they would pay it off once they hit one hundred, but whatever he gains from us is instantly lost. He’s become so infamous, fight ratios have started including him as a benchmark.” He sighs. “His most recent bet would have been a sure win…”

“If I wasn’t here to distract Halloween.” You whistle.

That’s a lot of DESIRE that he owes. Thankfully, you’ve thought of this earlier. Can’t have anybody stealing from you!

“Is the pen ready?”

“You haven’t shown us how to use it yet. Though it does remind me of the ship.”

You lean over and hold his hand, Cockslut and Blowie sitting back on your lap and craning their necks to follow your tits. Cherrypopper licks deep inside your snatch and you shift your wet thighs comfortably.

You let their DESIRE affect you and a cock grows out of your cunt, directly into Cherry’s mouth. The two succubi compete with him to lick your dick.

“Don’t worry, Sunday. It’s only for those who don’t pay debts. We should get to Unlucky Slot to show him what it means to pay off debts.”

“Thank you, Lady.  There’s another issue with incentive to work in the greenhouses, but you need only appoint someone.”

You nod and get up, motioning for the three attendants to sit down. You smile down at their open-mouthed faces as you jack off in front of them, your veiny cock throbbing as your tits bounce on your chest. Slipping two fingers into your slobbering pussy lips, you squeeze your dick and unleash a load in their faces.

Strings of cum splatter against them. They lick each other clean and you remark how well they’re adapting as demons. Good thing you picked out all the undesirable parts and left them in the soul mixer.

You get dressed again, despite knowing how futile it will be.

Sunday and Monday walk to Unlucky and motion him to follow them. The four of you leave the arena and walk a block to get to the pen and you motion him inside.

A few curious demons and citizens are following you. They stop at the door, peeking inside. You went all out on the décor. Parallel bars binding pillories leading all the way to the end.  There are three paths, pillories facing each other along each one. It’s not exactly comfortable: the floors are hay and the walls were wood. Pumping machines are next to each spot, ready for the first cow to be milked.

”Do you know why you’re here, Unlucky?”

“’Cause I’m in debt?” He smiles sheepishly.

Bingo.

You pull him over to the railing and bind him to it, hands chained to the pillory, with tubes all around him.

“Not too tight?”

“No? What am I supposed to do here?” He’s nervous. Why would you hurt him, after you saved him?

“We’re going to fuck you. That’s how you pay your debt.”

Obviously.

“What?”

Poor guy doesn’t understand what’s about to happen to him. Imps aren’t as powerful as your other spawn. Nevertheless, you’ll need a lot of little helpers with big cocks, and Unlucky is going to help you. Plus, with a pair of tits, Unlucky should pay off the debt faster! Good for him her.

…It stinks that you’re going to lose a dude, there are so few mortal men around here. But wasting a cock isn’t an option. Time to give everyone an idea of your new product.

The futanari!

“Ladies and gentlemen,” You wave to the audience by the door. “Allow me to introduce you the consequences of falling in debt. And for this time only, we give our first debt-sow a full makeover.”

It's been a while since you genderbent someone. With the amount of DESIRE flowing through you, it’s easier now than it was then. Heck, last time you were bumbling around and going from feeling rather than skill. You wasted a lot of energy on something you could do far more efficiently now.

“You’re 194 red tokens in debt. Nearly twice as much as the amount necessary to get you here. But I’m nice so I’ll give you a way to catch up. You’ll pay off one red token for every imp you give birth to, and one orange token per liter we get from you.”

You are Unlucky, and you’ve just heard the most ridiculous thing.

“Hold on, birth?” You pull at the chains now. “I’m a male, though?”

The beautiful woman smiles at you. Hard to believe that she was the goblin that got so pregnant she couldn’t move, or the bratty elf that let you run a train on her in the pillory until her ass was covered in layers of sperm. You feel panic, then she snaps her fingers.

…you’re okay with it? That’s not all, a mirror has appeared in front of you.

You feel warmer. Softer. Under your clothes, your body shifts and changes. Your ass swells and your waist thins as your shirt grows tighter around your chest. You feel your features become more feminine and your shirt buttons pop out as your breasts billow out. It feels warm and…sexy. You moan as some force courses through you, drool leaking from your mouth as your vision gets fuzzy.

With a flex Quinn’s magic, your clothes explode off you. Your five inch cock is twitching and a virgin slit opens up behind your balls, in full view of an approving Sunday. The heat that settled over your body concentrates on your crotch and new tits. Then, your balls, penis, and breasts swell, the pleasure coursing through your body causing you to buck and spasm in place.

Quinn leans down and gives you a beautiful smile. She looks so sexy…she grabs your boobs, groping them and twisting them around as they grow steadily bigger. You feel pressure mounting behind your stiff nipples and something slosh inside your breasts. You gasp when you feel liquid trickle from your nipples. In the mirror facing you is a human woman with D-cup tits, plush lips, and horny, half-lidded eyes.

Where there was an indebted man, there’s a woman with milky breasts.

“Wha, what?” You heave a few breaths. Your voice is feminine and sultry.

“Congratulations, you are the first mortal futanari in Haven.” Quinn applauds cheekily. Her two oldest, Sunday and Monday applaud sincerely. Each has their eyes glued on different parts of your new body.

“What’s a futanari?” You look down between your breasts, getting a full view of your twelve-inch, one-eyed snake. “Oh, wow.”

It’s just…there. Tempting you. Your mouth feels dry. You lean your head further down, mouth opening and closing several times. It’s just out of reach…You want it.

But do you?

Yes.

“I thought you were the only one who had both sets, Lady Quinn.” Sunday notes.

“I’m glad you’re expanding our choices, Lord. Though it won’t change much for me, there are only two cocks I like.” Monday smiles and leans forward to grope Sunday and Quinn’s crotches. Sunday lets her, though he’s rolling his eyes.

You don’t pay much attention. You’re still transfixed by your new body.

“It feels strange…so I guess I’ll have to come here every day to pay off my debt?”

“You’re correct, but not in the way you think you are.” Quinn tuts. “One liter of milk or semen lightens your debt by an orange token. That’s nearly 20 000 liters. But for every imp you give birth to, one red token is lost…that’s still 194 imps.”

You gasp and your fresh maidenhood starts getting wet. You command your body to stop, to hold onto your manhood.

“Can you imagine?” Quinn purrs. “Giving birth so many times?”

The pleasure from your nipples and hungry pussy is only hinting at the depths of joy you can feel. You’ve seen the women here get pregnant. You’ve seen Quinn give birth, legs shaking as orgasm after orgasm passes through her right before pushing out a demon. You can feel that. You already imagine your sexy face, mouth wide open and eyes rolled back as you ride peak after peak.

It doesn’t seem too bad.

“You made it look fun…but do I get breaks?”

Quinn laughs and brings a clamp to your sexy tit.

“Nope.”

You immediately gasp and milk begins to spurt from your ample teats, your cock dribbling with precum and your wet snatch flowing with juices. It feels incredible. Squeezing and pulling your filled breasts rhythmically.

“These cups increase libido and sensitivity by 300%. Each.”

That explains that.

Quinn attaches another cup causes you to groan and struggle to buck out of the bindings to rub your pussy against something. You’re close. Quinn gets just close enough to grind your virgin pussy against her leg. Sticky femcum clings to her as you separate, but the contact was enough to send a shiver of pleasure up your spine. Your cock trembles and grows, just barely out of reach of your tits.

You buck your giant cock underneath your boobs, pre slathering them in a sticky sheen.

“You have the rare privilege of using three.”

Latching a third suction cup on your dick causes your mind to go blank and you instantly cum, spraying milk and semen into their cups to be sucked up into their containers. Your eyes are rolled back, the first shivers of ecstasy coursing through your body and sending you on a feedback loop of pleasure.

Every time your dick spurts, the clamps pull harder on your tits and cock. Your senses are overwhelmed, and everything goes white. Time loses all meaning, orgasm after orgasm after orgasm filling your mind, body, and soul with pure pleasure. You can’t move, stuck in place as the lust rides you. You don’t know why or when, but the clamp on your cock is pulled off. You come to a few seconds later, faded voices becoming clearer.

“…she won’t need sleep, and the only food she’ll need is semen. Anybody attached to the railing is demon property. If you don’t damage our property, you will face no consequences for whatever you do to them, so long as you pay. You can work here willingly to make money fast, but if you fall in debt, you will stay here until it is paid off.”

Your mind is struggling to understand. You have to stay here until you pay off your debts? Getting fucked by strangers and demons for practically nothing? Sounds hot.

“It’s five green tokens per use. We will give you a demonstration.”

Quinn kneels right next to you. Her tongue licks the side of your face and sends a pleasurable heat under your skin. You moan in delight. You whine and buck again, trying sadly to get off rather than teased. More cum erupts from your dick into your tits. Your cleavage is dripping with spooge. Yet there are holes that are unattended to.

Your pussy wants to be filled.

“Please…” You beg, leaning your ass in Quinn’s direction.

She lifts up her black skirt, a meaty red cock slipping out of her panties. She keeps it just out of your reach as you strain to lick her pole. You catch a glance at the woman in the mirror. Her tongue is reaching for the demonic dick, eyes filled with want. Cum runs down her boobs and onto the clamps sucking up the milk from her engorged nipples.

She looks like she’s having the time of her life.

“You’ve been a woman for what, a minute? And you’re already begging for someone to take your virginity?” Her smug tone only makes you want her more.

“Please…” You whimper. “I NEED it.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.” Quinn purrs. “Now lick it.”

Her cock bobs in front of you. It smells heavenly. You lap at it, not expecting much. But the flavor hits your tongue, more manly than you ever were, and you realize you can’t ever go back. Your mouth chases after the bitchbreaker, lips finally finding purchase on her glans. You look up at the demon queen with adoring eyes and take her whole length in your mouth. Then even further, the demon cock violating your throat.

“Good girl.” She cups your head as she slowly fucks your mouth. “Until your debt is repaid, cock and cum is all you’ll eat.”

A part of you is horrified. But another part, steadily growing with your lust, is craving every inch of her meat and relishing the chance for a new diet of pure debauchery. That rebellious part of you is smothered further when you feel another dick teasing your virgin pussy. Slowly rubbing against your folds, barely tapping against the clitoris at the base of your swaying balls.

As if he’s waiting for something. But you don’t want to wait, you want to get fucked! You wiggle your ass, feeling your breasts and dick swing from side to side. Your blush deepens when you realize how slutty you’re acting. Your embarrassment is short-lived, Sunday crushing his manly dick inside you to drown out any lingering voice of reason.

Fireworks go off in your mind, getting reamed from both sides filling you with pleasure that never could have conceived off as a man. Every time the duo thrust into you, it’s like they’re smushing you between their dicks to squeeze out every last drop of milk.

You’re too distracted to notice the succubus crawl underneath you. She watches your cocksucking in fascination and eventually grabs your tits and starts kneading them.

“Mmmmmm!~” Your throat and pussy tighten around the cocks as the ram-horned succubus milks you.

“Wow, Monday! Good -unf- work!” Quinn shoves your whorish face deeper into her crotch. “Your body manipulation magic is getting better!”

Body manipulation magic? True enough, your tits feel heavier, more sensitive. Even when Monday digs her fingers down to her knuckles in your growing teats, the only sensation is a mounting pleasure. Your abused milky nipples are no longer squirting milk in spurts, but constantly leaking. Every thrust, every grope, every violation of your slutty holes makes you spurt more and more milk.

At this rate you’re going to be done in no time, you realize with disappointment. Until you look at the milk canister next to you.

15 liters.

A wave of relief goes through you; you’ll be here for a while yet. Your eyes go to the mirror next to you, watching the slutty sow’s F-cups grow into G-cups and her plush butt get thicker and thicker. You look so sexy, a perfect cum receptacle for anyone to use as they see fit. Another orgasm shudders through you when you see the crowd at the entrance to the pens. The citizens and demons openly masturbate at the sight of the three most powerful demons fucking you.

You’re not the only one changing. Quinn’s dick gets longer inside your throat, stretching it out enough to see the bulge disappear into your chest. Her body becomes more muscular and a layer of pubic hair sprouts on her crotch.

Her musky, hairy crotch fills your vision and you slip further into becoming a cock-loving slut. Just the feeling of her balls hitting the bottom of your chin is driving you crazy, squirming and pulling yourself closer to her.

“Gosh, you’re such a whore.” Monday whispers, transfixed on your plush lips around Quinn’s cock. The dirty talk sends shivers up your spine, especially when she mashes your fat boobs tighter. “Lord Quinn and Sunday are spitroasting you and you don’t even know what an honor that is. Just thinking about your next piece of dick…to be fair, so am I.”

Monday cackles and guides your cock into her winking pussy. Sunday notices and slows his paces enough for Monday to line your bitchmeat up to her drooling entrance…until you’re in position.

He jumps up and impales his cock deep into you, power-thrusting you into Monday.

“Fuck~! Sunday, -mm~ -you wonderful -yes~ -bastard!”

You moan on Quinn’s length and unleash several liters of milk from your tits at once. Your juicy crotch is slamming into Monday’s by way of Sunday’s vigorous fucking, leaving her a gibbering mess. A step above you, your broken mind so overwhelmed by pleasure all you can think about is thrusting your thick bottom into her and back into Sunday.

Stuck between a cock and a soft place.

A strange feeling overtakes your dick, as if you’re getting an erection on top of an erection. If you were capable of any thought aside from dick and pussy, you’d realize your own cock is growing inside Monday. Every time Sunday thrusts into you, your cock bulges deeper into the succubus. Her eyes are rolled back and her tight hole is only getting tighter.

Your hazy gaze shifts between the audience, the image of the Venusian woman getting her crotch dribbled between two demons, and the facefull of demon dick. The smell of the last one is your favorite.

Sunday is thrusting into you faster and faster, his glorious cock twitching as it hilts inside you. Monday’s tongue is out and her eyes are rolled back when you feel the familiar pressure in your balls. Monday’s thrashing legs hit your balls, overwhelming your abused dick with pain-turned-ecstasy. Your jaw clenches around the delicious dick and your third orgasm thunders through you.

Monday looks at you in surprise as the cock and balls she’s been steadily growing finally betray her, unleashing a load inside her that fills her like a balloon.

“Wait no-!”

The force of your cum rocketing inside her brings her to orgasm, her pussy vacuum-sealed around your ginormous cock. Your cunny reacts the same way on Monday’s dick and you feel him shudder as he gives you your own dose of well-earned cum. Just as you think it can’t get any better, Quinn looks down at you with a smug grin and hilts herself into your mouth, stuffing your nose into her pubic hair. Your hazy eyes light up as semen surges past your throat and into your stomach.

She pulls out, and even in your fuck-addled state, your mouth follows along her dick so that you could keep it inside you longer. Monday rolls away and unlatches off your dick, strands of cum connecting your two-foot flaccid cock from her love hole. Sunday’s meat comes out with a pop, your creampied cunny still tight despite his performance. You’re gasping for air, too dazed to hear the cheers of your audience.  In your peripheral vision, the milk canister stands tall.

33 liters.

“That’s too bad. No imps.” Quinn sighs and walks behind you to get a good look at your crotch. “Well done with the cock and balls Monday. They look healthy.” You shudder in delight as she pokes your aching balls. Her finger traces around your cum-stuffed pussy and around your virgin asshole. “She loved how you broke in her fresh pussy, Sunday. Looking at her, I was a bit jealous.”

“I aim to please.” Sunday bows.

Monday is holding her cum-inflated stomach as she walks around to face you.

“How’s her refractory period?” She asks with a subtle glare in your direction. “We may need to give the sow breaks, Lord Quinn.”

“I’ve thought about it. We really don’t.” All you hear is that you can go again.

It’s true; even after cumming, your dick is aching for more release. You whine as the emptiness in your love holes becomes apparent, the titillating clamps on your massive breasts sucking milk without bringing you to orgasm.

“Needy, needy.” Quinn chides and drums her cock between your ass cheeks. “You think you’ll behave more if we gave you some imps to fuck you while nobody is using you?”

You nod enthusiastically. You can’t go a second without cock inside you now. Well, you say that, but Monday’s sneaky grin is sending you into fits of excitement.

“Please, Lord Quinn~” You abandon any attempt to keep the slutty whine out of your voice. “Use me—”

“Sows don’t talk!” Monday laughs and shoves her crotch in your face.

Her pussy is drooling with your cum, and when she forces your mouth onto her crotch, you feel the delicious saltiness invade your mouth. You lap up your spunk eagerly, hoping that your obedience will be rewarded.

Also because you like the taste.

Your dick slowly rises until its resting between your tits, every twitch sending sparks of desire across your udders. Monday’s smirk as she squeezes her bloated belly makes your dick even harder, more so when the cascade of cum splatters into your mouth runs down your neck. Quinn dangles her cock just behind you, the warmth micrometers from your hungry pussy.

She rams it in, shoving your face fully into a giggling Monday’s crotch. Only for her to yipe in surprise and pleasure when Sunday comes from behind her and spears his cock in her asshole. Quinn mashes your face into Monday’s cum-stuffed belly, both pushing more of your semen all over your open mouth and chin, and forcing her deeper on Sunday’s dick.

“Fuck~! Sun~day~! Your~! Cock~! Love~! It~!” Her smug grin melts into an expression of pure desire, craning her head to meet the incubus in a deep kiss.

His hands come from behind her and he massages her tits with the same vigor she did yours. Stretching and pulling at them until she’s a cum-squirting whore in his hands. Being one cum-squirting whore, you’d be jealous if Quinn’s cock wasn’t hammering away at your crotch.

The sexy sow in the mirror has a huge, cum-drowned smile and placid expression as she eagerly laps up the cum spraying all over her. The slut’s huge cock is thrusting between her tits as she squeezes them together, relishing in the sensation of titfucking herself. Her body ripples and massive tits jiggle in her embrace from the hearty slaps Quinn lands on her plump ass every time she thrusts into the Venusian whore.

Into you.

Her demon dick spreads your insides out, filling every iota of your inner walls. She leans forwards, tail creeping between your legs and tightening around your balls. Your cock spasms between your breasts and you automatically try to jack your tits off faster.

“MMMF~!” You’d scream in pleasure if you weren’t sucking the delicious cum from a shivering Monday’s snatch.

“So how do you feel about falling in debt now?”

You wish you’d gotten turned into a common use fuck slut earlier. You can’t admit as much, your mouth is still occupied. Her spade tail slips between your cock and your belly, tracing hearts over your womb.

Sunday’s ass-fucking takes a turn when he puts the succubus into a chokehold and pushes her to the ground. Monday is now lower than you. Her ass is up in the air and her cunt sprays gobs of cum every time Sunday hilts himself deeper into her butt. Her slutty face and yours are similarly drowning in pleasure, except she doesn’t have any of your jizz on her face.

“Yes~! Fuck my slut pussy! Use me! Stretch me out and fuck every hole!”

Quinn’s tail loosens arounds your balls, and the twitching meatpole you’ve been titfucking finally unleashes the torrent that’s been building up. An uninterrupted firehose blast of your spooge douses the succubus’s ahegao.

“FUCK ME! LOVE COCK! MORE DICK! FILL ME!~”

Wait, that’s a waste of cum! You realize this a bit late, but thankfully Monday has blessed you with huge balls. You wrap your lips around your own dick and eagerly suck down your jizz, bouncing your tits up and down your shaft like a futa whore possessed. Just in time for Quinn to squeeze your asscheeks together and whisper in your ear:

“Are you ready to birth the imps that will be fucking you—” Her words light a fire in your crotch and your new womb throbs and swells with every word.

“Every.” Her thrust stuffs you with magic and your cock explodes again and again in your mouth.

“Single.” Your swelling pregnancy threatens to bulge your cock out of your mouth, your lips desperately hanging on in a strained blowjob face.

“Night?”

“MMFGH!” Yes. A thousand times, yes.

She cums inside you as your body finishes its transformation into demon broodwhore.

You watch in the mirror as the breeding slut’s massive cock snaps out of her mouth, layering her, Monday, Sunday, and any onlookers who were too close in the thickest cum yet. Her dick slams against the ground in a meaty thud, still spasming little jets of jizz. Her J-cups are propped from the ground by the nipple clamps, nipples darkened by her demonic motherhood. She’s smiling and gasping for air, whining sadly as Quinn pulls herself out.

You moan loudly, basking in the perverted stares of your audience. You recognize a few of them. Nectar, your tunnel buddy in the mines and Quinn’s pussy. He blushes and looks away when you wink his way and rub your pregnancy. Della Thrumblepick, your old dwarf boss is rubbing her pussy, her eyes glued to your massive cock. And sweet Yew, the son Quinn gave you, is all too eager to stick his cock in your mouth. You were never into it before, but now? You look forward to it.

You feel your cock stiffen underneath your belly and rivulets of arousal run from your whorish cunny and rip from your baseball-sized testicles. Quinn slaps your ass and wraps her arms around Sunday and Monday. In your heart, you devote yourself to the three demons as they walk away.

In your vagina and dick, too.

You’re about to ask for someone to come rut you when your entire body trembles. Your jaw clenches in a grin as waves of pleasure unlike any before run from your puffy cunny across your entire body.

Contractions.

You push out the first imp of many, eyes rolling back into your skull and tongue lolling out just in time for your next donor’s dick to shove its way inside you.

You never want to leave.