Extra Lewd: Lotto Party [❤️❤️❤️]

It’s been a month since you settled in Haven. Sometimes, you still pinch yourself to be sure you’re not dreaming. A month ago, you were in a drug-induced haze, forever chipping away at stone for your next hit. Now, you wake up in a soft bed, eat some warm breakfast, and go to work at the general store.

You are Nectar, and you never thought you’d be happy with a boring life.

To be fair, in Haven, there’s no such thing as a boring life. There’s a routine. And for some reason, that routine has been interrupted. Ash, your succubus, typically wakes you up with kisses. Sometimes more.

She’s been strangely absent this morning. She could be staying over at a friend’s, which would be nice. She’s got a bit of an unhealthy complex towards you, calling you ‘daddy’ and getting off while you’re in the same room. It makes it hard to concentrate, and you often find yourself thinking about her.

Sometimes you’d be masturbating, and you’d think of her right before you cum.

The doorbell rings, pulling you from the twerking Ash in your mind. You hastily pull up your underwear. When you open the door, your dick threatens to break out of your pants again. Sultry green eyes, a slightly mischievous smile, and an hourglass figure women would sell their soul for…who can it be but her?

“Lady Quinn.” You back away and bow, all too aware of the messy apartment. “I wasn’t expecting you!”

“Of course not, Nectar.” Quinn flips her wavy black hair back. “I’m here because someone won the lotto yesterday.”

“I didn’t, Ash—”

Ash leans her head from behind the door and grins. She’s wearing more than usual today, black fishnet stockings running from her crop top, down to her ripped jean shorts, then all the way down her long legs to her thick combat boots. You can see delicate pink panties peeking from the top of her grungy short shorts. Normally, she wears only stockings there.

“Hey Daddy! You and Mommy are going on a date!” She smiles in the way that only she does for you, and you can’t say no.

Quinn shifts into an elf while maintaining her endowed proportions, then hugs your arm into her cleavage. Her clothes shift into a light green sundress and matching sun hat, covering more of her body than you thought she’d be able to. She kisses you on the cheek and whispers to you as you head to a nearby coffee shop.

“Come along, honey.”

Your heart races. An actual date with Lady Quinn, the greatest person on this plane? Did Ash win the lotto and give it to you? That’s so…nice of her. And only a little lewd.

Only, when you get to the little coffee shop, it’s not just you and Quinn. Ash joins you at the table and Quinn orders a milkshake.

With three straws.

Ah. You see how it is.

Your voracious succubus wanted a date with her daddy…and her mommy. You’re surprised she isn’t already sucking you off under the table. Quinn hides a smile at your expression. She takes your cheek in her hand and leans in for another kiss, on the lips this time. Stars dance in your vision.

“You’re right, Ash did want a date with us. A nice date, with ice cream and flowers.”

“And getting double—”

Quinn interrupts her with a deep kiss. Your erection stirs as you watch the two demons make out. Now that their faces are mashing together, you notice Quinn’s elf form resembles Ash. If you saw them on the street, you’d absolutely recognize them as mother and daughter. Which is a bit awkward since Ash looks a bit older than you with her makeup.

They finally break the kiss, the two turning their hungry gazes to you. You slowly drink from your straw. Mother and daughter giggle, and Ash leans closer, making sure to breath heavily as she whispers into your long ears.

“I know you want me to ride you, daddy. Getting me pregnant in broad daylight in front of all these people, so they know your darling daughter’s pussy is yours.”

Ash smirks and backs away without another word, images of her ripping her shirt off and sucking your cock dancing in your mind. They get more detailed, with her riding you until her stomach bloats out. More scenes play out.

Fucking her on the couch in front of the fireplace. Your cock getting sucked as she moans your name. Her, swollen with children, riding you cowgirl style, her fingers intertwined with yours—

“Ash…” Quinn tuts. “Stop getting him horny. That’s for later…”

Their sultry grins send a shiver of excitement up your spine. Quinn and Ash share the rest of the milkshake, paying the bill with tokens rather than their bodies. They are taking the date seriously!

Quinn holds your hand as you go to the movie theatre.

She picks out a romance movie, one without any sex scenes, and you sit down between her and Ash. Quinn refuses the incubus in charge of the theatre when he offers sluts to use while you watch the movie, though she does say yes to the popcorn. The lights dim and ads start playing on the big screen.

“Why are there advertisements for stuff that doesn’t exist?” You whisper to Quinn.

“This is one of those movies I pulled from my memories.” She whispers back. “I felt that keeping the ads added to the experience.”

“But they’re annoying and useless.”

“How else are we supposed to get people to finish their snacks early so they can buy more?” Quinn offers you some popcorn from the bucket on her lap.

You raise an eyebrow. You’ve been to the movies before. You’re not a fan of buttery dick.

“There’s no hole in this one.”

She did not lie. Quinn shares the popcorn with you and Ash as you watch the movie. It’s an interesting story about a single father balancing his relationship between his rebellious teen daughter and the woman he’s falling in love with. There’s a scene where the father argues with his daughter about what she’s wearing before she goes out. Ash stares at you and your face burns.

“I remember something like that…” Ash whispers in your ear, her hand snaking towards your crotch.

It was when you were still figuring out your relationship with Ash. You saw her being born, you saw her grow up within minutes, yet you still tried to treat her like a flesh and blood daughter instead of a magical being that needs sex to survive. She was going out in nothing but her boots and makeup, with ‘FREE USE ELF CUNNY’ written over her stomach.

You put your foot down. She sucked you off.

She’s been enamored with the father-daughter thing ever since.

“Come on, Ash…” Quinn quietly pulls her hand away from you, and you give her a grateful smile.

Ash pouts and stares longingly behind you, where another movie-goer is getting her pussy cleaned out by a rent-a-slut. Thankfully, your neighbor is quiet enough for you to enjoy the rest of the movie.

The happy ending is sweet, though Ash grumbles something about the lack of a threesome. Quinn leads you outside by the hand and wraps you in a hug, her cleavage pressing softly against your chest.

“Wasn’t that a cute movie, honey?” The way she keeps calling you that…unf. “Come on, I got a picnic ready.”

She’s right. You get to the park, where a romantic spot is set up with an open bottle of wine and three glasses. Quinn sits down, beckoning you with a finger to join her. You sit down next to her and just as she’s pouring you a glass, Ash wraps her arms around you and leans on your back. Quinn shares a meal with you as the stars come out, and you have a lovely evening in each other’s company.

Ash is especially needy. She has you and Quinn share your food with her, alternates between laying on you or Quinn, and stares at you with a sultry gaze. Given that she’s gone all day without anything lewder than a kiss, she’s well-behaved.

Considering you’ve been eating cheesecake made from succubus milk, you’ve been behaving well given the stiffy you’ve got in your pants.

“Oh? What’s this, daddy?” Ash’s ears twitch happily, her hands working their way from your thigh to your crotch. “Wow, you’re really pent up! Mom, can I suck him off?”

“Now sweetie, you’re making him blush.” Quinn says with a smirk, crawling closer so she can peek at your package. “But I think you’re right. Maybe it’s time we take honey home?”

Quinn and Ash walk you home, each with one of your arms firmly hugged into their chests. You make it and nearly collapse to the ground, your face redder than ever before. All this close contact and romantic teasing has got you raring to go. You reassert yourself and hear the door click behind you.

Quinn is naked, her curvaceous elf body on full display. She wiggles her eyebrows.

Ash is in her favorite fishnets. And just that, only slightly less naked than Quinn.

“So, honey…”

“Daddy…”

You cant take your pants off fast enough. Within seconds, Quinn’s got her leg draped over your shoulder and you’re thrusting into her pussy like a madman. Ash is sitting on the couch, masturbating as you fuck her mother against the wall. Quinn’s knockers slap against the door, her slutty moaning increasing in volume and tempo.

“Honey~! Honey~! Hon~ey~ey~ey!” You seal her mouth with a kiss, her tongue mixing with yours.

You cum inside her quickly and when you pull out, Ash gets on her knees and begs.

“Ah! Aaaaaahn~!” She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

She takes your bashful look away as a yes and pops your cock into her mouth, her eyelids fluttering as her lips close around your shaft. She keeps her dark eyes on you, her tongue swirling around your cockhead. You curl your toes, your dick quickly stiffening again.

“Honeyyyy~…since when do you get our daughter to clean your dick?” Quinn’s triple-F cups mash into your back. “Doesn’t she know that your cock is mine?”

Ash stares solemnly at her, slowly spitting out your member.

“But daddy’s cock is so good~!”

“Ash, wait over there.” Quinn points to the couch, waving her thick ass as she walks past you. “Nectar was about to stuff me full of even more of his delicious cum.”

She bends over the couch, placing her head between Ash’s thighs. She looks over her shoulder and wags her butt, her pussy still drooling with your cum. Your cock slams into her ass before she has a chance to say anything. Her squeals become muffled in Ash’s pussy, and she wraps her legs around Quinn’s head to pull her closer. You thrust into Quinn full force, grabbing onto her thick hips for leverage. Every time you shove Quinn into her, Ash makes a different face of pleasure, which only drives your orgasm closer.

“Da-Daddy, fuck mom harder! Her tongue, it’s so deep!” Ash pulls the fishnets on her chest back so that it’s digging into her pert nipples. “I’m gonna cum!~”

You squeeze Quinn’s hips tighter, your cock trembling a moment before unleashing another wave of spooge into her. Quinn shudders, the orgasm passing through her to Ash. Your daughter’s moans shift into a strangled yelp of pleasure, and your balls clench to release another load inside Quinn.

Panting, you pull out and Quinn turns over with a hazy grin.

“Oh, honey…that was wonderful.”

“Maybe for you.” Ash crawls over her and turns around so that she’s in the same position Quinn was. “My turn, daddy~”

You’re not sure if you can go any further. You’re swaying just trying to stay up. Quinn notices, and with a wink and a golden sparkle, you find yourself full of energy again. Ash gyrates her sopping pussy and Quinn rubs her cum-splattered crotch.

“Daddy.” Ash’s voice takes on a strange tone. “I want you to give me your juicy thick cock and fuck me until I’m bloated with jizz.”

You are compelled. The waning energy in your member resurges once more, your cock bursting into the thickest erection you’ve ever had. You rush to her and slam your cock inside her pussy. Her squeals of joy turn into haggard begging for more as you jackhammer into her.

“Yes, yes, yes!~”

“You’re-hitting-me-just-right~!”

“Fug~ Yes~ Mf~!”

Quinn cuts her short with a kiss, and they grope each other as they make out. Your dick twitches, watching the mother-daughter pair moaning into each other’s mouths and the hearty globs of your cum ooze out of Quinn’s pussy…it pushes you over the edge again. You unleash a load in your squealing succubus, but you don’t slow down, you don’t falter, you need to bloat her with your jizz.

Your mind is focused on one thing, even as you ride orgasm after orgasm. You cock explodes into Ash again and again and again, the small bump on her stomach gradually growing. Finally, you pick her off Quinn and bounce her on your cock, pinching her nipples between your fingers every time she slams back onto your crotch.

Nobody knows her body better than you. Every pinch, every time your cock slams into her, Ash shudders and drools as another climax assaults her.

“Oh-oh-oh-oooh!~ Daddy, daddy, daddy!~” You shut her up with a kiss that makes her tight pussy squeeze your rod like never before.

Quinn watches from the couch with a sultry grin. You’re too busy sloppily kissing your succubus daughter to notice the cock steadily growing between Quinn’s legs.

“That’s a bit mean, Ash.” Quinn gets up, her erection reaching a hefty ten inches. “Leaving your mommy out of this.”

Quinn casts some magic and you feel the semen inside Ash shift. The succubus goes cross-eyed as your cum stuffs deeper inside her, which makes you thrust into her even harder. Ash’s next bounce sends her a bit too high, and your abused cock pops out of her desperate love tunnel. Ash yelps in surprise when she slams back onto you, only this time your dick spears into her tight asshole. Quinn wraps you both in a hug, her tits mashing into Ash’s, making the smaller succubus moan even louder in your mouth.

Her moan turns into a scream of pleasure as Quinn’s cock bursts into her pussy and you find yourself matching her tempo. You can feel Quinn’s throbbing length across Ash’s inner walls, and the three of you take turns exploring each other’s mouths. With the last of your strength, you unleash a guttural groan and a wave of your seed spurts into Ash’s pucker just as Quinn’s cock explodes inside her.

Ash stops kissing you and screams in joy, Quinn and your loads bloating her until she’s sloshing with your seed.

Stars dance in your vision, and the last thing you see before you fall unconscious are Quinn and Ash, your well-endowed girlfriend(?) and swollen pervert daughter, carrying you to your bed. They kiss you on each cheek and…you’re out.

You know what? That was a nice date. Nectar and Ash are such a cute demon-parent pairing. Ice cream, movies, and a picnic rounded off with some very close family bonding…Ash tastes so sweet you almost want to slurp the rest of her juices off your cock.

You leave the unconscious Nectar on his bed, his cum-bloated succubus cleaning his cock as she rubs her sloshing belly. Ash winks, and you return the gesture with a slap on her glazed ass before leaving.

You can’t self-suck and fly, that’s caused issues before. August still hasn’t forgiven you for crashing through his mantlepiece. Plus, there’s a reason you haven’t cleaned up yet. You swoop up to your palace, admiring the view. Not just the statues of you, your three girls are having fun by the roofside pool.

Of course your magic flying palace has a pool. There’s also a zen garden, though you’ve only ever used it for non-zen purposes.

Friday is wading through the pool with a water gun cocked and ready. She’s still got her cowboy hat on, one that matches her dark brown bikini. She’s got a toned body and a modest bust for a human succubus. She makes up for it with thick rider’s thighs.

She’s sneaking up on New Year, who’s relaxing on a floatie while reading something. The equint is short, but her massive tits and equally wide hips make her very popular. Her boobs float beside her, barely contained by her navy-blue one piece.

Valentine sunbathes beside the pool completely naked, her svelte harpy body stretching lazily in the sun. She’s the first to see you.

“Lady Quuuiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnn!” She calls.

Friday stops right before blasting New Year in the face. She rushes out of the pool as her younger sister slowly doggy-paddles behind her. Your three girls smile as you land before them, and you give them a big hug.

You’re as naked as Valentine, so your cock is poking between New Year and Friday’s thighs. One squishy, the other firm. That’s okay, New Year and Valentine have shoved their faces in your tits and Friday is sticking her tongue down your throat.

You break the embrace and laugh.

“I can’t believe I gave birth to such perverts!” Your daughters blush. “No hello, just ‘let’s grope her’? To think I even brought you guys a little dinner before the show.”

“Wut in tarnation are you yappin’ about, Lord Quinn?” She crosses her arms and grins. “Ya got nothin’ on ya.”

“Not on, my little westaboo. In.” You release the spell holding Nectar’s numerous loads inside you, and you spread your legs to let them see it run down your luscious red thighs. “I brought leftovers. You can taste Nectar in my pussy, or Ash on my dick.”

“Dibs on the cum!” New Year scampers between your legs.

She gets stuck until you spread your legs apart further to let her pass. She cackles to herself and nibbles on your pussy, hardening your semi-flaccid cock.

“Friday, gather the others while I have an appetizer.”

“But—”

“Do it,” you interrupt her with a finger to her lips and a tail between her legs, “and I promise you’ll get to ride mommy’s fat cock first. Okay?”

Leaving Valentine frowning at your hardening rod. You wave your dick in her face, letting your pheromones and Ash’s lewd juices entice her. Finally, your lesbian daughter takes your dick in her mouth and hums contently.

Futa cock isn’t male cock, after all.

She slowly sucks you off, New Year’s eager slurps as she cleans out your pussy drowning out Valentine’s subtle moans.

“You need more meat in your diet, Val.”

“Mf~”

You rub Valentine’s hair gently, biting your lip as New Year’s tongue digs deeper inside you. Their DESIRE channels into you, battling out to shape your body. It’s cute how New Year’s DESIRE urges your cock to grow bigger, but Valentine’s DESIRE to have it disappear balances it out. Your tits grow a couple sizes though, likely because Valentine has got a good view of New Year’s fat boobs resting on her knees.

You go over the winners of the lotto as your spawn clean out your cock and pussy. There are your three oldest ones who were waiting for you by the pool.

The only other demon who won a ticket, Dogwood, is a skittish elf succubus with light brown skin and long, straight auburn hair. She’s only a B-cup, but makes up for it with a thick ass. She may have a thing for canines.

Blotty is a mangaka, a pervy weeb that takes breaks from writing her questionable series by whoring herself out all around Haven. She’s got a balanced hourglass figure that she likes to show off by walking around in public in nothing more than high heels. From what her succubus, Sakura, tells you, she’s bounced from harem to harem with little rhyme or reason.

Greta the goblin used to be a lot skinnier, but she’s since filled out some more. She was self-conscious about not conforming to goblin standards, until you gave her a handsome incubus to take care of her needs. She’s still a bit shy, but she’s learned to love her body more.

Valentine and New Year’s sucking slow down when Friday arrives with the others. Valentine gets up with a blush, wiping away the precum with a wing. New Year joins them, proudly licking the globs of Nectar’s cum that dripped onto her chest.

“Alright girls, follow me!” You lead them into your palace, relishing the DESIRE trickling from them as they watch you.

You can feel their eyes on you, their warring DESIRES shifting your body as you lead them down a hallway into your bedroom. You almost stumble when a pair of fat nuts form under your cunt, but you manage to sashay your assets through the change. You show off your luxurious harem-sized bed, but most of their eyes are on your body.

Their combined DESIRES widen your hips and make your tits and ass swell until you’re stacked with double-G tits and a butt to match. Despite Valentine’s preferences, the DESIRES of the others make your cock and balls grow obscenely. Your dick reaches a sizeable fifteen inches long, with apple-sized testicles to match. You wiggle your hips, their eyes on your semi-erect rod leaking precum.

You sit down on the bed and slowly run your hands up and down your cock.

“Mmf…look at the size of this monster.” You lean forward and lick up the precum beading on your cock. “Chu~ So tasty…”

The girls quickly disrobe, aside from Blotty who’s already openly masturbating. You beckon them with a finger to join you on your bed. Friday, New Year, Dogwood, and Blotty rush over, two of them on each side as they lick at different parts of your massive cock. Friday and Blotty takes turns sucking your engorged cockhead with fluttering eyelids, occasionally stopping to exchange spit and pre. New Year and Dogwood are draped across your voluptuous thighs, licking up and down your meat pole. Valentine encourages Greta to follow her between your legs, the goblin completely mesmerized by your swollen nuts. To the point she goes from licking them nervously to sucking on each of them in turn, dripping her arousal on Valentine as the harpy crawls between her legs to work at your salivating pussy.

The combination of sensations is quickly bringing you past the edge, your husky breaths turning into stifled moans of pleasure. Valentine digs her tongue a bit too deep into your cunny and you repress a shiver of delight.

“Okay girls, I promised Friday she’s going first.” You levitate the others to the opposite side of your bed, leaving Friday salivating on your dick. “So, cowgirl…ready for a ride?”

“Darn tootin’.” Friday smirks and pushes you on your back, leaving your spitshined cock up.

Now that her focus is completely on you, her DESIRE shapes you a bit more. Your cheekbones become more pronounced and a set of abs develop between your big boobs and swaying mast of meat. You bite your lip as your nipples grow larger, more pronounced, a trickle of milk beading on your areola.

Of course your cowgirl likes minotaurs.

You lean your head back to watch the others jilling off. Aww, cute! New Year is helping Valentine out! Your coo shifts into a gasp as Friday straddles your cock, cowgirl-style of course. She lowers herself onto your cock with a trembling grin, thrusting her hips into your crotch to inch your monster deeper inside her. She rides you, her tits bouncing about as she holds onto her hat with one hand, the other tracing circles around the impression of your cock.

“Aww yeah! This is what I’m talkin’ about! Gimme that cock, Quinn!”

You rest your head on your arms and subtly thrust into Friday with more force. Your cock is squeezed tight, but Friday is slowly losing her rhythm as you put more force into each thrust. Her teasing grin slips off her face as she grabs onto your tits to keep riding your pony, but her fingers dig into them with every bounce, milk trickling then spraying every time she squeezes them in tandem with your thrusts.

“G-g-good girl!” It’s adorable how she still thinks she’s domming you.

The mounting pressure in your loins finally releases as Friday loses herself in a tumble of limbs and groans, your churning balls shooting a thick load inside her as she collapses on you. You nestle her head between your tits, her cum-drunk expression driving you to keep fucking her. Her belly swells between you from your second and third orgasms, and your cock pops out of her with a spray of jizz splattering over her back.

Even with a little bloat, she’s still got her abs. You roll her off you and give her a big smile, your cum oozing out of her pussy. You spare a glance at the others, who are masturbating even faster, your sheets thoroughly stained in their love juices. Greta and Blotty are fully occupied with the sixtey-nine, so…You point to New Year, Valentine, and Dogwood, the three abandoning their triple scissoring to crawl to you as quick as they can.

Despite tripping over her tits a few times, New Year gets to you first. She flops herself over and squeezes her tits between her arms, spreading her legs eagerly. Valentine and Dogwood flank you and her, watching you slap your rod on her body, pre splattering between her massive breasts. Every slap increases her DESIRE even more, your body growing bigger and your meatpole getting thicker by the second.

“Why don’t you two help deal with her boobs?” You smush them both into your chest, a splatter of your milk trickling down their faces and exciting them further. You tail runs between their legs as you whisper in their ears. “Whoever can get her to cum from her tits goes next.”

The two succubi bounce onto the bed, wagging their drooling love tunnels at you as they get closer to New Year.

“What are you two—GYAH~!” New Year’s eyes roll back as they each take one of her massive nipples in their mouths. “N-no fair! I wanted Quinn to—KYA~!”

You interrupt her, your cock spearing through her pussy and leaving her a drooling mess. You drive your hips into the scientist, her jiggling tits trying desperately to escape their mouths. It almost does when you tease your fingers into their pussies, rubbing them deeper with every thrust of your giant cock into the small equint. Her glasses are askew, her tongue is lolled out, and every time you push inside her, she sprays femcum on you like a broken hose. Valentine’s playful bite proves to be too much, and New Year squeals as her pussy tightens, milking your cock for all its worth.

“E-e-estimated p-p-payload: 3.8 liters!” New Year gurgles.

You throw your head back and groan, a massive load erupting into New Year and causing her belly to swell to match her tits.

You pull your cock out of her with some effort, strands of your cum connecting your splattered crotches. You pat her churning stomach and grin as she moans, another spurt of cum oozing out of her. Valentine looks nervously at your dick while Dogwood hides a pout.

“Come on, Val…” You poke her cheek with your stiffening cock. “A healthy succubus has a balanced diet.”

“But Lady Quinn…” The harpy keeps her gaze away from your dick.

And fails.

She gives your cock a meek lick. Then a small slurp. You raise an eyebrow and she sighs, laying back on the bed while Dogwood watches jealously. Valentine blushes and looks away, but she can’t say no to your cock. She opens her legs, and her pussy is soaking wet. Her talons grip your shoulders as you gently push your length into her, her gasp of pleasure all the reason you need to increase your pace.

“F-fuck! I like, never knew dick could feel this good!~”

Watching the harpy lesbian squirm on your futanari cock, sends a thrill up your spine. Her delicious pussy getting split apart by your massive rod distracts Val enough that the last three women approach without her noticing. Dogwood spreads her legs behind Val, three knuckles deep in her own pussy and blush rising past her ears. Blotty watches your cock bulge into Valentine, groping your ass and licking the milk trickling down your tit. Greta has to stand on the bed to reach your other nipple, but she’s masturbating just as furiously as the other two as she gorges on your milk.

“Mgmgf~ Your milk is so sweet…” Greta licks her lips and goes back to sucking your tits.

You thrust harder into Valentine and she squawks, her pink feathers going everywhere as she experiences her first orgasm from a dick. She arches backwards and digs her face into Dogwood’s muff instantly. You flex your kegels, shivering in delight as Val squawks again between Dogwood’s legs.

“Bless her with your seed, Lord Quinn!~” Blotty moans. “Then stuff me, use me, step on me!”

You grope Valentine’s smaller chest and lean down to lick her from the bulge in her belly up to her neck. She shivers in delight, right before you hilt yourself inside her. She trembles, the climax coursing all the way up her body into a strangled scream, mounting as your nuts shoot fat load after fat load into her slim body.

Her stomach expands to the size of a watermelon, gurgling with your seed. You pull out and her pussy is so tight that not even a drop escapes. Dogwood crawls away, her trembling legs almost giving out as Valentine’s tongue slinks out of her. She sits next to the bloated harpy, eyes completely focused on your cock. Greta and Blotty’s jaws drop as Dogwood’s DESIRE affects you, your cock changing shape until you’ve got a red, knotted dick swinging between your legs.

You move Greta and Blotty on each side of Dogwood, the three staring up at you from between their heaving breasts. You wink at the blushing goblin, and as she looks away in embarrassment, you stick your fingers in her pussy and tickle her insides like crazy. The goblin squeals in delight, kicking her little legs in a frenzy. Blotty barely has time to react before you’ve got fingers up her snatch, too.

Leaving Dogwood licking her lips and staring at the pulsating red rocket between her legs.

“This, this isn’t my first dogcock, okay? It’s just…Quinn’s is super big.”

The tip of your doggy dick slips inside her, and she bites a knuckle to stop herself from moaning. You gently push more of yourself inside her, your smile growing as she squirms more and more. Until you get to the knot, when you gently thrust into her, letting the knot tease her clit with the briefest contacts. Her eyes beg you to keep going…but you’re having so much fun!

“I’m getting knotted! Fuckfuckfuck Lord Quinn is knotting me!~”

When her pussy is gushing with her fluids, you bring your hips back and thrust your meatpole inside her, her expression shifting from tortured to the big ‘O’ of pleasure. You’re fingerfucking the human and the goblin as your hips drive your red rocket deeper into the succubus, the knot swelling until your thrusts drag her back to your crotch every time you try to pull back. Dogwood is completely lost in pleasure, and every time her pussy tightens on your aching cock, your tits spray out a bit more milk.

“This! Is! So! Much! Better! Than! Hellhound! Cock!”

You’d be blushing if you weren’t balls deep.

“Wow, Lord Quinn. Our DESIRE made ya look hot.” Friday has recovered, already masturbating to you fucking the three women at once. “I’m a lil’ jealous, ya’know?”

She’s right. You spot yourself in one of the many mirrors in the room. An eight-foot tall babe with an hourglass figure, abs, leaky tits, and the facial features of a sultry minotaur cow…not to mention the sixteen-inch dog cock you’ve stuffed inside the elf succubus. When the buxom fuckbeast catches your eye, you can’t help cumming a little. Your eyes flutter, your double-G’s squirt out milk, and your poor unattended pussy drools, your thighs running slick with your juices.

Oh, and your dick explodes inside Dogwood. Your toes curl and you throw your head back with a scream of orgasmic joy, the orgasm that’s been sneaking up on you unleashing a gallon of jizz all at once, pumping the drooling and moaning elf succubus with more cum than you’ve unleashed all day. As she swells larger, the pressure from your cum finally pushing out your cock with a loud pop, all you can think about is…why aren’t you slowing down?

Despite everything, your balls don’t feel any emptier. In fact, they seem to have gotten bigger.

Well, it could be the two mortals you’re still fingerblasting. If you tease them just right, they twitch out of the way of Dogwood…who rolls over, eye completely rolled back and babbling nonsensically. She is struggling to move around, but you eventually roll her to where your other spawn are recovering.

Friday and New Year are watching you, and Valentine is experiencing her first cum coma. That may be why your balls are bigger.

Greta and Blotty are gasping for air, covered in sweat, and their eyes are fully on the massive doggy dick aimed at them.

“Lord Quinn, arigatou…gomenasai…konnichiwa.” Blotty licks her lips and goes for the cock.

And for the first time, Greta isn’t shy about what she wants.

“Um, sure…go ahead.” Or not.

“Greta, we can share.” Blotty trails her finger around your knot. “Of course, I get first dibs on her cum…”

“What? No dice!” Ah, there she is.

“Now, girls…” You work your magic, and your cock duplicates. “How’s this for a compromise?”

Without a word, Blotty and Greta nod to each other, go butt to butt and raise a leg, exposing their sopping pussies to your cocks. Incredible coordination, congratulate them by giving them exactly what they want. Your red rockets plunge into them, gliding effortlessly to the knot then sliding right in in time for the shock to clamp their pussies on your knots.

“Ariga-a-a-atouu!~” Does she actually know any Japanese?

“Fu-huhuhuhuhk~!” Greta looks more pleased than surprised.

You push a bit further and that changes with a pop, the last of your knots finally through them and sending them crashing into a climax, before you’ve actually done any thrusting. Once they stop spraying femcum, you slowly bump your hips into them.

“Doggone it Quinn, ya gotta buck! I say, buck like a pony!” Friday calls.

“They’re mortals, Friday. Lord Quinn needs to warm them up. Their DESIRE tastes 255%  sweeter, you have to savor it.” New Year rubs her swollen belly. “And what a bounty she has given me to savor.”

You ignore them and ramp up your pace. Greta is bouncing happily on your cock, obsessively looking at the bulge in her stomach. Blotty squeezes her inner walls and winks at you, thrusting out her bouncing bust so you could give her more attention.

“You know, Lord Quinn, you-should-have-seen-Gre-ta, earli, er she, loved your, birthing chamber.” Blotty tries speaking as you change up the pace.

Even though she’s riding closer to another orgasm, Greta hears and blushes even harder. Seriously, blushing now? You’ve got to take a peek at that. You read her soul and push images of your birthing chamber into her mind.

The saddle, the straps, the pumps…and the images that come from her make you even harder. She imagined herself there, using every single toy. And being pregnant. Very pregnant. Apparently, she’s heard about Hotel Pickleslut.

Your cocks spasm and you hold the tide back, stuttering your thrusting. You’re going to cum. A lot. You pick up the pace, and the two women riding your red rockets ride greater climax after climax until they’re gibbering messes. Looking up at your demonic daughters, each more cum-bloated than the last and you bite your lip.

“Pregnant!~ Breed!~ Stuff me!~” The goblin squeals.

“Meetoo!~Meetoo!~Meetoo!~” The weeb moans.

Your hilt yourself in them and shift the DESIRE, changing them. Their bellies swell with your thick loads, one cock firing after another as their spasming love tunnels massage you to into a cycle of climaxes. They swell until it looks like they’ve bot beach balls inside them, and when you pull out, a fountain of cum follows. You’re about to go when something grabs your tail.

It’s Greta.

“Breeeeed. Morrrrrre.”

Blotty is passed out behind her, blissfully drooling as the demonic semen slowly changes inside her. Greta is just as stuffed, trapped under the weight of her bloated stomach. Even with waves of pleasure assaulting her from the imps slowly forming within, her half-lidded eyes are honed in on your stiffening dog cocks. She rolls Blotty on her stomach, the human moaning in her sleep as some of your cum trickles out of her tight pussy. Greta moves onto her back, panting with hearts in her eyes as your dicks rest on her stuffed belly.

“Hooey, looks like she ain’t outta the fight yet!”

“The chances of her still being conscious after another dicking…are low.”

“Uuugh, this cum is so heavy. Like, how am I supposed to fly?”

You ignore the nutting gallery and grin down at the goblin. She gives a tired grin and two victory signs.

“Please, Quinn…I’ve never felt so much pleasure, felt so fulfilled as when you impregnated me. I want to give birth again, and again, and again…” Just talking about it has her shiver through another climax.

Goblins really are the most productive race.

You shift your dicks around so that one is on top of the other. Might as well stuff her asshole at the same time, right? Plus, your wet passage hasn’t seen much attention…when Blotty and Greta’s imps are born, that won’t be a problem. You think about what to do and jack your cocks off, when you remember you’ve got three conscious sluts just waiting to help.

“Girls, unf~, come take care of my pussy while I stuff Greta some, unf~, more.” Friday gets to you first, with New Year not far behind.

They kiss your labia, tongues dancing on your sopping pussy as you line yourself up to the excited goblin’s entrance. When Valentine waddles to join them, Friday and New Year kindly make space and concentrate their attention on your massive, fuzzy balls. From the loud smacking and moaning, they’re really enjoying them! Valentine, the best cunnalingist, starts licking your sopping love tunnel and you thrust into Greta, your knots passing through her slick holes without any resistance.

“Yessssss~! Stuff me! Breed me!” Greta squeals and kicks her tiny legs. “Make me a broodmother!”

Will do.

You fuck her. Relentlessly, constantly. New Year and Friday each have one of your testicles in their mouths and Valentine vigorously explores every fold of your inner walls, but your hips keep thrusting into Greta as they bring you to climax after climax. Each time you cum inside her, Greta swells some more, but she doesn’t stop.

She wants more.

Until finally, your last load stuffs her to the point your milky boobs can rest comfortably on her stomach. Greta’s drooling ahegao has you sputter a trickle more when you pull out, your magic slowing down the effects of her DESIRE for a little while. Valentine, New Year, and Friday’s faces are smeared in a mixture of scrotum sweat and love juices, the last of the cum inside them fully consumed.

They look at you expectantly. It’s not midnight yet, so they’re expecting some more. You purr and bob your head towards the bed.

“Alright, alright…We can go some more. Val, be a dear and keep munching on my pussy while I bloat your sisters full of mommy’s cum again.” You pat Blotty and Greta’s incredibly pregnant bellies. “We’ve got thirty minutes before Blotty gives birth to the first imps. I want to wake the two mortals up to a surprise.”

And what a surprise it is.

By the time Greta wakes to the first imp spreading her green pussy apart, you’ve been fucking your succubus spawn until their bellies were even more bloated than before. Friday, New Year, and Dogwood are splayed on the edge of your massive bed, stuffed to the brim with your jizz. They would be getting a good show of Greta squealing and spraying from every orifice in her body, if their faces weren’t already full of imp cocks. Blotty is the only one who has a clear view of Greta, but her eyes are rolled back from the deep dicking you’ve been giving her.

She saw how much Greta got fucked and begged you to be fair. Which is hard, since she tends to pass out from the pleasure before you can give her that much. Thankfully, midnight is approaching and imp after imp push themselves out of Greta’s crowded womb, taking some of the pressure off you.

Valentine, in an effort to avoid imp cock, has her talons locked under your chest and wings wrapped around your waist. You’re wearing her upside down like a fancy feathery skirt, her nipples rubbing sexily on your ass as she digs her face deeper between your legs. By the time Greta has finished giving birth, you’ve named over twenty of her imps…after they each had a turn with you.

It's nice to suck a little dick after batting this whole time.

Greta stares at the flock of imps she gave birth to, each having their way with a different woman, then to you as you approach. You wink at her, mouth fully stuffed with her youngest imp’s cock, then sway your hips in her direction.

You pull the imp out of your mouth with a loud pop.

“Twenty-six imps. Congrats on breaking my record.” You tut and wave your rod in her face as she licks her lips. “You are unsatiable. Want me to facefuck you as your imps run a train on you until midnight?”

She nods eagerly and you grin.

Goblins. Life would be more boring without them.