The World Wants Your Oyster – 1 [❤️❤️❤️]
“Boss, I’m not so sure about this.”
“You’ve got nothing to worry about. The portal is completely safe.”
Check stands in front of the blood mirror and nervously looks back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be on the other side with you.”
She gulps and walks tentatively through. And you’re on the other side, waiting for her.
“Welcome to Haven, Check!”
You cheer and hold her up as she looks at you with confusion.
“Wha…Who are you? Where is this?”
You give her a comely smile and unfurl your wings.
“Questions that I’ll answer when we get to where we need to go.”
Holding her under your arm, you run through the halls and outside, jumping into the air with a massive leap. Check is too shocked to scream but unleashes a breath of awe as she sees your city.
You get to your place rather quickly and put her down gently.
“I’m the ruler of this plane, known as Quinn. But to you, I’m the one who’s been speaking through Rumpelstiltskin.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah, he’s pretty much a literal puppet. The reason I brought you here is that I want you to oversee the trade from Haven to Nancy’s Tavern. We’ll be mostly dealing with aphrodisiacs. But we don’t want money in exchange. We want…well I’m more partial to show rather than tell. You weren’t born in Prillia, right?”
“Uh, yeah?”
That explains the lack of chastity spell on her. You nod and motion for her to follow. She follows you inside, marveling at the statues of you as you enter.
And you feel it.
A hint of repressed DESIRE. The rumble before the storm.
As you walk towards your bedroom, you strip sensually. You wave your thick thighs in Check’s face, twirl around, and move your hands slowly across your body. Finally, in front of your room, you face her, completely nude.
“You know one of the main reasons I chose you? Your DESIRE.”
You smoosh your breasts together and lean closer to her as she tries to avert her gaze, but can’t.
“You’ve looked at the prostitutes and gigolos in my brothel and felt DESIRE for them as well. You want to be pinned down and fucked by the males, and if you could, you would pin down the females and fuck them too.”
You trail your fingers through her hair and down her neck as she shivers with trepidation. And something more; you can smell her woman juices bead from her quivering lips.
“I-I—”
You put your finger on her lips. The top ones. Your tail is barely brushing against the bottom ones.
“Shhh…Remember how I said I wanted you to take care of the ‘others’?”
You open up the OCCULTpants tab of Haven’s interface and find Check’s profile. Implementing the Z chromosome, you watch as she pauses in confusion at the strange sensation overtaking her whole body.
Normally genetic reconstruction would be painful as all hell (you would know; WikiHell had loads of articles on the process), but in Haven, you set the rules to pain. Within a few seconds, a new dick springs between her legs. All she feels is a weird sensation and something settling under her clothes.
Check stands in stunned silence for a moment before whipping her head down between her legs. She thumbs open her pants and her eyes widen.
“Is that a…penis? Like men have?”
“Bingo” you give her finger guns. “The transformation into a futanari is far quicker for females than males, even considering you had to build that schmeat and internal testes from scratch.”
Earlier horny sentiments gone, she raises an eyebrow in curiosity.
“Testes? You mean that really sensitive bit? Aren’t they supposed to dangle?”
“Normally, yeah. But I fixed that.” You strike another pose, still with finger guns. “And you’re fertile both ways.”
“Wait, hold on, time out.” Check shakes her head a few times.
She takes a few deep breaths as she organizes her thoughts. Watching her soul as she internally categorizes everything fascinates you.
“Why give me a penis in the first place? And you make it sound like I can get pregnant, as well as get others pregnant. Most of all, what do you have to gain from all of this?”
“Giving you a sweet dick was twofold; first was so you can more easily attain your DESIRE, which I feed on.”
“And the second?”
Monday walks in, a wide smile on her face.
“Daddy Quinn, Typeface and Bells are by the jacuzzi waiting for you.”
“Great!”
You walk over and give Monday a full French kiss, nipping at her neck as your eyes stay on Check’s first pitched tent. Swinging your arm around your oldest daughter, you wink at Check.
“Follow me, you’ll get your answers.”
Two demons and a very horny futanari find themselves in front of a massive jacuzzi surrounded by various incubi. Typeface is already in the empty tub, her incubus son, Bells, with his dick out above her head.
He’s casually stroking himself with one hand as Typeface occasionally kisses the tip of his rod. She notices you and waves. She’s taken to Haven well; she’s completely comfortable being surrounded by the incubi in the nude. She normally wears a short skirt and a tight blue vest without any underwear. They’re neatly folded on one of the chairs besides the jacuzzi.
“Ah, Lord Quinn, let’s get our interview started. Oh?”
She notices Check. More notably, the equipment attached to Check.
“Another futanari, Lord Quinn?”
“Check will be our liaison to Nancy’s Tavern.” You lean in and give her a devilish smirk. “And unlike Unlucky, her dick can impregnate you.”
Typeface nods and offers Check a hand to shake, who is still watching in befuddlement. The two of you sit down so that Check is on your right and Typeface is on your left. Typeface’s soul is tinged with curiosity…under a whole heap of lust, which has only been growing since you informed her about the futa upgrade.
Monday bows to you and slips into the shadows to do her own thing…or watch the show. Cute little sneak.
Introducing Check to Typeface makes things easier for you. Typeface answers most of her questions. As for the personal questions, you only need to explain what you remember about yourself once. Well, not that you know much. Just that you were so boring and average that you struck to the middle when it came time for judgement.
The memories closest to you, personally, surround your far more interesting nutcase family members.
Typeface asks you a few more questions. Plans for the future, which you’re purposefully vague about. Don’t want the world to know you’re flying by the seat of your g-string. Your opinions on the Empyreans (‘I haven’t met any, so none’), your thoughts about the political situation you left behind on the Eastern continent (‘Equints, harpies, and minotaurs should get along’ is a very centrist idea), your favorite color (‘green—No, plaid!’). There’s also some questions about how you’re different from the demons Avalonians have heard about. You’re pretty sure it has something to do with souls.
As you’re talking, the two of you work together to slowly take Check’s clothes off. She’s uncomfortable at first, blushing bright red when you start. But as you keep talking, the embarrassment dissipates.
Finally, Typeface asks what DESIRE is, just as you whip off Check’s panties into her pile of discarded clothes.
“I know it makes up our tokens and is a source of power for you…but what is it exactly?”
“Let me show you!”
You snap your fingers and the incubi around the tub begin to vigorously jack off. Both arms around the two mortals, you bring the close to your breasts. You feel their cheeks heating up on your chest and you smile as you whisper in their ears.
“Now imagine…liters of cum. Massive amounts of it. Enough to drench us completely, fertilize us to the brim and allow us to soak in glistening jizz.”
Their DESIRE grows, and the incubi respond. Their balls swell to the size of grapefruits and they start masturbating furiously. Check and Typeface are about to get a very in-depth look at what DESIRE can do.
“DESIRE, for us, is food. It’s power. We can get some from ourselves, from each other…”
You run one hand up and down Typeface’s back as the other slowly jacks off Check’s stiffening cock. The elf is biting her lip and squirming around, her barely repressed DESIRE straining against the discipline born from years of controlling her perverted impulses.
“We get the most from mortals.” You finish with a sultry smile.
An incubus groans loudly, jets of cum erupting from his dick to land on you and Typeface. The aphrodisiac works on the dwarf immediately, her cheeks reddening and her attention focusing on Check’s length. You smirk at her and wiggle her cock around, your tail teasing Typeface’s labia with the barest touches. She shudders and a few more spurts of cum land on the three of you.
Check’s cock becomes as hard as iron as the cum runs down her collarbone and in between her breasts.
“Why don’t you show us your dick sucking skills?” You whisper in Typeface’s ear.
The dwarf girl eagerly leans over you, taking in Check’s dick in a loud slurp. Check curls her toes and arcs back in time to catch a few more ropes of cum in her face. Typeface is giving Check her first blowjob, her smaller body bent over your knees to reach.
You don’t let this opportunity go.
One hand rubs her soaked pussy and the other gropes her chest, your ministrations followed by kisses all over her body. You take care to lick up the cum raining constantly on her body, making the squirming dwarf girl moan on Check’s dick.
With a shudder, Check yelps and her load shoots down Typeface’s throat. Typeface pulls her self off Check’s rod, coughing up the futanari’s semen. She coughs even harder when you shove three fingers inside her cooch and press your thumb on her clit.
“Wow…” Check gasps, still shivering from the aftershocks of her first ejaculation.
She and Typeface have some demon cum splattered on their faces and backs, which only gets them hornier.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Typeface gets off you. “Right, Lord Quinn?”
She’s right. You get up with a sultry smile, stepping through the inches of cum gathering at the bottom of the jizzcuzzi, and kneel in front of the elf. Your eyes flutter as you feel the warm demon cum lap close to your pussy. You tease Check’s stiffening dick for a few moment, relishing in the look she gives you, before enveloping it between your pillowy tits.
You pump your tits up and down, Check’s twitching legs sending cum splattering over your body. The incubi behind you keep shooting their heavy loads on your back, their semen dripping down your body in a thick glaze. You look behind and wink at them, purposefully grinding your snatch into the cum.
Typeface straddles Check and their eyes meet. Check blushes and tries to avoid looking at the dwarf’s jiggling tits, but Typeface just forces them in her face.
“Come on Check, live a little!”
“W-well, I haven’t even kissed anyone ye—”
Typeface’s lips interrupts her, and they loose themselves in each other’s embrace. Checks hands start exploring her lover’s body, grabbing her thighs and breasts tenderly. Typeface breaks the kiss and stands up, exposing her tight pussy to Check. The elf is reluctant at first, but her gentle licks slowly develop into a full on carpet munching feast as you increase the pace of your titjob.
Typeface is shuddering from Check’s vigorous oral work. She looks around and sees all the incubi with churning balls just aching to release onto her.
“Bells, sweetie.” She calls to her incubus. “Momma wants some of your delicious cock in her mouth.”
Bells is eager to facefuck his mother as she gets eaten out, her rolled back eyes and moaning as his fat nuts slap against her chin. Her hands are busy jacking off another pair of incubi, their cum layering on the dwarf’s body to her delight. Bells shoots a load down her throat just in time for Check to bring her to climax, and he pulls out and jacks off another couple loads into her face as a reward. The combination of dicking and eating out shakes her hard enough that her knees collapse under her.
She lands back down on Check’s thighs, her fuck-addled state driving her to meet Check’s lips once more. The elf is surprised, but she soon becomes lost in lust as she exchanges Typeface’s pussy juices with Bells’ cum in her partner’s mouth. The tub fills up past your waist and up to Check’s knees. You squirm and bite your lip.
You can feel the hyper-virile sperm of your spawn swim up your pussy.
“Mmmm…hey Check?” Typeface breaks the kiss, grinding her butt crack up and down Check’s reinvigorated erection. “Can you do me a favor?”
“Anything…” Check gasps.
“Could you please…stuff your cock in my pussy until you impregnate me?” She stands up straighter and teases the tip of the elf’s cock with her drooling pussy. “Raising the first child in Haven, one of a new gender at that, is bound to be a newsworthy experience!”
She’s right about that. There’s the small issue of childproofing Haven…you’ll figure it out. Censoring, hyperbolic time chamber, you’ve got options.
“I, uh…”
“I should warn you, pregnant women here get very horny…you’ll have to fuck me. Every. Single. Day~” Typeface gyrates her snatch around Check’s cockhead slowly, grinning wider as the elf squirms under her.
The last walls of discipline crumble in Check’s soul. Her cock spears the dwarf’s cunt in one swift thrust, and she yelps in pleasure. She bounces the reporter on her cock, thick thighs splashing in the cum that’s reaching up to the seat. Typeface’s eyes roll back as the elf’s cock slams into her deepest part again and again, her pussy squeezing tighter with every vicious thrust.
“Fine, fuck! I’ll fuck you! I’ll shove this cock in your horny cunt every time you ask! I’ll shove it in you even if you don’t ask!” Check roars. “You’ll be my fucktoy! My cocksleeve! Do you want that, whore?!”
“Yes! YES!” Typeface screams in ecstasy, grabbing onto Check’s huge boobs for dear life.
You slowly get up, the cum clinging to your waist and legs like film. Their DESIRE is shaping you. You smirk as a cock slowly grows from your crotch. As fun as it would be to double-penetrate the drooling dwarf…
Check still needs that citizenship.
Your dick slides into Check’s well-lubricated pussy, arms wrapping around Typeface to slow her relentless fucking. Check throws her head back, the sensations of having both her vagina and dick attended at once making her mind go blank.
“Sorry Typeface. Looks like Check is giving birth first.”
You thrust all the way into the elf, squeezing the dwarf between two pairs of breasts. Every time your cock plunges into Check, she reflexively bounces Typeface between your boobs. The Typeface sandwich accelerates, a shower of semen raining all around you. Check switches between kissing you and the dwarf she’s got on her cock, her hazy eyes incapable of seeing the difference between you two.
Typeface grinds herself onto Check’s dick more and more, peppering kisses every time she bursts from between your breasts, her nipples occasionally rubbing past Check’s with a spark of pleasure.
“You’re—So—Lucky!” She says between thrusts. “You’re—gonna—get—preggers!”
Check thrusts one final time with an explosive gasp, unleashing her potent seed inside Typeface…and then she squeals as her pussy squeezes your dick dry, her stomach and breasts bloating with pregnancy.
“Look at you…” Typeface rubs her hands all over Check, the layers of semen mixing with the milk running from her nipples. She pushes herself off Check’s cock with a shuddering smile and sits above the jacuzzi, carefully cupping Check’s load between her legs so that nothing can escape. “Gosh, you must be really feeling it…Pregnant, covered in incubus cum, in a pool that reaches up to your thighs. You look hot. Bells, can you grab me a dildo? I need to make sure her cum stays in me.”
Bells rushes off to do as she asks and returns just in time to pass Typeface the dildo for the show. Typeface is right; the combination of so much aphrodisiacs, plus the horniness buff you set for pregnant women, plus Check’s inherent perversion?
The elf is so horny, all she can think about is fucking. She stands up, running her hands over her bloated body. She squeezes her tits, moaning from the sensations for a couple seconds before she keeps exploring her body.
Until she finds the pleasure buttons, her dick and her cunt.
The cum in the jacuzzi meets up to your crotches when you stand, your hungry pussies tingling as you wade through the fertile goop. Check is drooling through clenched teeth. Her hands rub her engorged cock and puffy pussy energetically, her tits bobbing from the force of her intense masturbation.
Just watching her get her rocks off makes your dick hard. The smell of all that salty cum invades your nostrils and you too, start masturbating at the sight of her. While you grab your hefty boob and run your fingers across your stiffening nipples, you slowly jack yourself off as you drink in the view.
Typeface watching the two of you as she swivels her dildo inside her pussy. The dozen incubi watching you girls masturbate in the tub. And Check, the poor demure little elf who hid her lewdness for so long…Her eyes dart from side to side, unable to focus on just one of you as she masturbates faster and faster. She cums once, twice, three times without stopping.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rivulets of milk run from her nipples every time she brings herself to climax, her dick spraying out more and more cum to add to the mix. “It feelsh sho good!~ Gotta fuck! Gotta shtick my dick in your slutty pussy!~”
You lean back in the tub full of cum and expose your hungry cunny. Your fingers open it just above the surface and you bite your lip when you feel the cum rush in. Your cock stands at full mast, twitching in anticipation.
“Then come on.” Your sexy voice calls to her. “Take my slutty pussy.”
The lust-maddened elf rushes over and hilts herself inside you. Your eyes roll back as she slams into you, fireworks going off in your brain. The pregnant elf fucks you wildly, unleashing all the desire she’s repressed for years.
Typeface stands on the step behind her, rubbing her cum-drenched body across her back. Her dildo is firmly planted between her legs. She nibbles Check’s neck, the preggo elf’s distended stomach slamming into your dick again and again.
“Look at Quinn’s face…” She whispers. “She’s loving getting fucked. She loves your fantastic cock~”
You really do.
Check is thrusting into you with enough force that waves of cum splash onto your body. You’re grinning as your tits bounce in and out of the cumbath. Typeface leans closer and massages Check’s aching breasts as she whispers.
“She can’t wait for you to impregnate her.”
Check’s DESIRE sparks again and you feel your body shift. Your eyes roll back and your increased weight sinks you deeper into the cum. Your belly swells until you’re knocking your pregnant stomachs together, rubbing your cock between each of them in a pillowy grip. You open your mouth as your tongue lolls out, more cum rushing into you as a downpour of your spawn’s cum covers you all in another thick layer of jism. Your dick shoots between your bloated stomachs, splattering among so many other loads on your ahegao. Check thrusts all the way into you and rocks her head back in a gasping orgasm, her pussy and cock erupting in tandem.
You get up and rub your corpulent maternity, Check staggering on her feet. The lust has faded from her eyes somewhat, and when she pulls out of you, she stumbles back and lands in the jizzcuzzi with a splash.
You and Typeface help her sit down, basking in the afterglow and the comforting heat of the jizz around you. Typeface sits between you two, her hands working overtime out of sight to jack the both of you off. Her mouth is occupied alternating between sucking your leaky tits and Check’s milky breasts, the comforting feeling of her nursing on the two of you providing a steady stream of DESIRE.
Check, too tired to even be affected by horniness leans on the dwarf and absentmindedly rubs her swollen pregnancy. You give the incubi a big dose of DESIRE for their help, and a few of them leave. Some, however, are happy to stay and offer you a few more refreshing loads.
Typeface settles into Check’s embrace and sighs contently. Yet her soul twists with want…want for more answers. Seriously, after the dicking you gave her? She’s more curious than you are slutty.
“Okay, I think I know enough about demons. But…one question remains.” Typeface leans forwards. “Why? Why do you, a demon, go through the trouble of building a place habitable for more than just your children? I don’t doubt that you could force all the mortals to follow Unlucky’s fate and become DESIRE generators forever.”
You weren’t expecting that. The reporter really knows how to cut to the heart of the issue. Sure, you could be a megalomaniacal slut and start a campaign to bimbofy all of Avalon. Maybe its because you like building stuff for people, not yes-men. Maybe consent is sexy. Maybe the angel’s gift has allowed you to become more empathetic.
Maybe when huge amounts of power are given to some middle-of-the-roader, rather than being driven by ambition, they’ll try to make things better.
“Just ‘cause.” You shrug.
“Uh?”
“Listen, I came in and people were in trouble before I ever did anything. One thing led to another, and now I’ve sworn to kick some flying techno-jerk ass.” Typeface mouths ‘flying techno-jerk’ in confusion. “If anything, just keep doing what you’re doing. Make stuff, sell stuff, learn, fuck…actually, yeah. Fuck a lot, the residual DESIRE feeds the realm, makes stuff grow faster.”
Typeface nods and Check looks on in interest. They’re happy enough to sit in the cum bath for a while longer. Especially when you offer some of the incubi to give them some deep-tissue massages.
“With the birth of your child—Children,” You correct, rubbing your maternity. “You’re now a citizen of Haven. Welcum~”
You go up the stairs from your bathroom to a new room you’ve added since you’ve made your palace. A birthing chamber, with enough fogholes for any random caller to violate your holes as you wait to give birth. The vibrator cuffs and dildos are waiting just for you. You lick your lips, but you feel a bit sad.
It’s a bittersweet; you’ll be using this room for the first time…and the last time for a while.
You film yourself getting dicked down, up, side-to-side and then giving birth. You could start selling these recordings as porn, considering how much everyone in Haven wants to fuck you. But after all the fun is done, you’ve got work.
Unfortunately, it’s nearly time for you to leave Haven. Camelot University is still a treasure trove of information and potential leads; you’ve already learned so much from just a few books you snagged! You wish you could stay longer. Typeface has reminded you that Aevum is still out there. You’ve grown your numbers and you’ve filled up on more DESIRE than ever.
Time to scout Camelot again.