One Night in Camelot – 6 [❤️]
You are Quinn, currently patting yourself on the back. The punishment you’ve showed off is bit harsh, but Unlucky is enjoying it, and it makes sure that power remains solely with you. People now won’t take advantage of your free food, housing, et cetera.
Better yet, by officially making Halloween responsible for the farms, you’ve guaranteed nobody will steal from you. Not without Halloween causing a massive ruckus. Honestly, it’s partly because Halloween can’t do much else aside from fight. Even if she slacks off or is busy, the mere threat of Halloween seeking vengeance is enough of a deterrent. By giving her a lot of land and workers, she’s less likely to cause damage everywhere else. Lots of land for her to run around in.
Crops can be replanted. People can’t.
“Oh! Quinn, I’ve been looking for you.”
It’s Typeface, followed by the former-kidnapper-now-slave, Spokefast. And the demons they gave you, Bells and Amaranth are wearing reporter hats.
“Hey, Typeface, Spokefast. How are things?”
“Fantastic…is what I would say, but we’re missing something. Spokefast is a great help, and our incubi as well, but we’re missing a front-page story for our first edition. I really want to know your history; we’ve tried asking the first generation, but they only know a bunch of stories and our story from the harpy ship afterwards. The stories have already been published as their own books—“
Oh dear.
People would crucify you if they ever found out to what an extent you bastardized every bit of human media.
“—But nobody knows Quinn’ story. Where you come from, what you are, what you want…What are your motivations? Your sins and virtues? Your hopes and dreams? You are a mother of many, a lover to more…but who is Quinn?”
Sunday and Monday perk up. They obviously want to know.
“I’ve got a big to-do list, most of which is reading a bunch of books.”
“Please? Everyone wants to know!”
You sigh and rub your temple.
“Fine, fine. But nothing is free. Tag along, I’ve got a few questions for you.”
Typeface pumps her arm and cheers.
“Yes! Bells, Amaranth, Spokefast, can you get the other pages printed out? I’ve got our headliner!”
They nod and head back into the publishing house. The four of you head west towards the distillery. Before Typeface has a chance to ask her question, you ask your own.
“Tell me honestly, how is our society forming? You’ve done the most research, so I think you would be the most knowledgeable. And my demons are too biased in my favor to tell me if I’m doing anything wrong.”
Typeface nervously looks up to you.
“Remember, we have different needs and wants than the rest of you, so we may be missing some things. I want a symbiotic relationship in which we make you happy, and you supply us with DESIRE.”
“I understand…this is just the first time I can tell my honest opinion to a leader directly. Everything seems fine, but it’s a bit odd in some ways. We seem to be structuring into groups where the majority are the lovers of a minority, who themselves are lovers of an even smaller minority. Like a pyramid.”
“Are people lower on this pyramid being treated any differently?”
“Not really, no. It’s more of certain demons having preferred citizens to make love to, who themselves have groups they prefer sex with. It’s like a pyramid, but also a lot like a complex web. The only true person at the top is you.”
“Cool. Any problems with production?”
“It’s seamless. Lumberjacks cut down trees and send what they don’t use down the river. We put it unto the mulcher and dispenser, and paper rolls out. We pay people to go in the woods to find dark blue dye for ink, and we use all that with the printing press to get the news or books out there.”
“So nobody discovered the squids in the big lake yet? Too bad.”
“That’s…a good place to get ink. Hey, why’d you stop?”
Tropo comes down from the sky, a book in hand. You knock at the door of the distillery and Tightass the succubus answers. She smiles and bows.
“Master! To what do I owe the pleasure?”
You pass her the book on distilling.
“This should help you guys. I hope you haven’t been spiking every batch with your fluids?”
Tightass nervously looks away.
“Um…”
You push the door open to see Thrustbust rutting Ponutlove as they squish grapes.
“Hehe heh…”
“Can we at least get some virgin wine? And make sure to get different demons and citizens to fuck while they juice it. Make sure to mark who did who on what, we want a variety of tastes.”
Tightass salutes.
“Good idea Master! I know a few citizens who’d be willing.”
“Virgin means without sex involved, not literal virgins having sex!” You call after her.
Doesn’t cum rot?
And didn’t you manipulate the rotting rate of plants? Some stuff to remember when you get back up to your place, you’ll make a localized fermentation zone and you’ll manipulate the properties of cum. You close the door and start walking south.
“Typeface, how’s your relationship with the demons and Spokefast?”
“Very good. I’ve forgiven Spokefast; she’s a sweet woman who’s afraid of trusting others, but we’re good friends now. I just hope someday she can reconnect with her brother and sisters. As for Bells and Amaranth…I never thought I’d feel fine having sex with my best friend’s daughter, let alone my own son. Of course, I make love to Spokefast as well, so it’s like we’re a family. I see Bells as my son, but also…not. No real motherly instincts, but I love the way he uses his fingers…It’s a bit special since I can ask him to help me do things and he can have sex with me for no exchange of tokens. So a bit like a marriage, or some sort of union?”
“Interesting.”
You're walking by the bars and Typeface smirks.
“How about we go visit a bar so I can start asking questions.”
You peek wistfully through the windows and sigh.
“Sadly, I can’t. I’ve got a load of books to catch up on. Biology, magic, and Aevum’s thesis.”
Just at that moment, there’s a splash, and you see a woman being drenched in juice through the window.
“BAR FUCK!”
The entire bar cheers as they start to gangbang the woman. You bite your lip and look in there sadly. Lucky. Sunday and Monday are snickering.
“You probably wanted to do the same to Mother, Typeface?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Typeface grumbled and kicked at the ground.
You shake your head and grin. They’re already making their own little rituals.
“Would if I could, but so much work is waiting for me. If I had time, I’d stop to see everything…”
The four of you pass the lumberjack yard, and you walk slower to admire the sweltering bodies. There’s only a few kobolds, but this sight of sweaty male lumberjacks sets your senses tingling. Their knotted dicks are a big plus. Too bad they smell like wet dog during sex.
You spot a larger dog carving statues from the logs and briskly walk over. You remember this one; Red, a blue husky kobold. He’s the one who let you know that kobolds are indeed color-blind.
And he seems to have quite the artistic talent! Around him are various statues. Different sizes, different subjects. The biggest one is behind him. It’s a statue of you, pinning Paradox to the ground with one hand as you raise the other in a fist of victory. Not at all how the fight went, but it seems a lot more dignified than the panicked running and blubbering.
“It’s a very good sculpture, Red.”
He jumps up and hastily bows.
“Sir! I know I didn’t have your permission—“
“How much for it?”
“What?”
“I like the sculpture. You certainly got my figure right, even down to my pussy. I want to buy it.” You smile and pat his head.
Red swallows and looks at the sculpture.
“Errr…one blue token?”
“Sold!”
You toss him a blue token and telepathically tell your imps to fly the sculpture up to your computer room. Cloth, Latch, and Tropo descended from your home and pick up the statue from the base. You lean in close to Red and smile seductively
“If I had the time, I would let you rail me right here and now. I need a good dicking.”
You whisper in his ear and he shivers as his tail starts to wag. Red rocket is lifting off! You can feel the DESIRE of all the dogs watching and can’t help but fidget at the thought of missing another orgy.
Until you spot your imps.
All those books you have to read…can’t they do it while you possess them? While you enjoy your orgy? You can never have too much DESIRE after all. And you’re the leader! Others do your work for you! Delegation is a valued skill for any slut!
“On a second thought, I can always make time for a gangbang.”
Your clothes poof off you. You turn around and bring Red closer with your tail. Rubbing the cock between your round buttcheeks, you grin as the knot swells up.
You mentally command your three imps to read ‘The Nature of Shadow and Dark Magic’, ‘Flesh Golems and You: Sewing a Happy Future’, and ‘Soul Magic (And Soul Food)’. You’ll leave the other two so you can read them for yourself. As your main body gets fucked, your imps read in your stead.
‘The Nature of Shadow and Dark Magic’ goes in depth about similarities your magic and Prillian magic shares. A bit complicated, especially since you’re distracted, but they share the same principles.
You think that if you absorb the soul of an adept mage, you should be able to make your own magic far more powerful. Creating a hybrid between Prillian and your magic should give you all the advantages of both. Unfortunately, you doubt any mage adept in magic would willingly negotiate their soul.
…Unless they are tempted by things other than the flesh. Wasn’t Faust tempted by power? If you can offer some nerd a powerful tome for his soul, wouldn't they take it?
All the more reason to start publishing tomes. At least from this particular volume, you better understand the basics of Prillian magic.
Your magic relies on will and imagination. Theirs seems to rely on emotion and memorization. Shadow magic especially reacts to dark emotions, whilst corrupting the user. Your version is safer but limited to those with mana-dense bodies. Demons, angels, spirits…A bit iffy, but nothing that isn’t easily worked around by using both magics.
‘Flesh Golems and You: Sewing a Happy Future’ is especially helpful, considering the Archdemon of Lust. You’ve done your reading on yourself, and the main players in Hell. Asmodeus may be the physically weakest among the Archdemons, but he isn’t the big red’s favorite servant for nothing.
Patron of addicts, armies, architecture, sex, and (interestingly enough) chimeras. Which explains why you were so keen on designing a city and selling drugs.
Biological manipulation is one of his specialties, and thus, one of yours. You sort of always knew that, considering what you’ve done on instinct alone. With enough effort, you could also manipulate beings without the purpose of DESIRE.
An interesting tidbit, since Tungsten and Unlucky’s reproductive systems were created out of DESIRE rather than planned and constructed, they are infertile to any but demons. Even then, the fertilization rate would be low. And should you die, their parts would atrophy and fade away.
You now know enough about biology to not only alter people but change their form to whatever you desire. Should you have enough energy. Reading more of it and you realize the optimal solution for making hermaphrodites. You design it in your mind and calculate the effects.
The Z chromosome. The futanari solution.
XZ would result in a hermaphrodite with internal male organs, with large testes behind the bladder to better maintain temperatures. YZ would result in normal testes, with a vagina behind the scrotum. The only problem from this is if a male fertilizes a YZ hermaphrodite, there is a chance that a YY would be born. You have no idea what would happen then. Hold on…
You’d get a similar problem if one futa fertilized another. You replace some of the useless viral DNA to make a primer for ZZ and YY genotypes. YY would be hyper-masculine; massive cock and balls. Ever since Saw, you’ve been a bit of a size queen and a ball blower…
ZZ would be more interesting. Two dicks, a pair of balls, and a special muscle that would allow the hermaphrodite’s dicks to orbit around somewhat, so they can choose to have a vertical or horizontal pair of cocks. Maybe you could spread this through Prillia unawares through a created virus?
The book didn’t mention anything, but if you apply the principles… Nah, you’ve seen enough zombie movies to not tempt the almighty DNA. Best let things occur naturally, or as close as you can get them. Even if a futanari pandemic would be all kinds of sexy fun...
‘Soul Magic (And Soul Food)’ contained a surprise. Not only did it tell you how to make spirit thralls, amalgamates, and a bit of basic necromancy...There were a bunch of really good recipes.
Hoppin’ John, grits, cornbread, hush puppies, catfish, cobbler, pecan pie…
Thanksgiving would love this.
…
Why does it feel like you’re cucking a bunch of people? Didn’t you just finish an orgy? You lick yourself clean and thank Red and his friends for their generous donation of DESIRE. Full of ideas and dog cum you make your way to your computer.