Rampant Propaganda – 2 [❤️❤️❤️]
The Orchid family is a crime syndicate second, and a crafters guild first. Most of them are dwarves that were exiled from one clan or another, working together with the main family. This family has members in nearly every southern city to act as their eyes, ears, and fists. At their head is Ivy Orchid.
She’s careful, with a group of well-trained warriors raised from birth as her protectors. She’s also curious. Which made your proposition easy for her.
See, the Orchid family aren’t just crafters. They’re alchemists. Not well respected among dwarves, but feared in the underworld. The appeal of forbidden knowledge is effective. The vague rumors spawning from Steelpunk’s return drives it further enough to warrant caution.
So when, you, Rampant Corruption, approached her with an offer for an amicable exchange of verifiable information, Ivy was willing to play.
After some tense negotiations, she agreed to trade alchemy knowledge for some partial copies of a couple books from the Camelot University Library, and few reliable tips about Haven.
All kinds of rumors are swirling about Haven in the local underworld. A place of incredible riches, wonders profane and divine, where your very soul was at risk. Stories both horrible and incredible.
Some of which you started yourself.
You agree to make the exchange at the squire inauguration. When you get there, your eyes bug out of your skull.
April is standing sheepishly on the podium alongside a redhaired swordswoman, a lithe archer, and a haughty elven mage. He beat the last spear champion in battle and was 'recruited'. What is this naughty femboy doing?
“A good batch this year.” Ivy sits next to you and passes a folder.
“I’ll say.” You trade it for your own.
“Not just the fighters. They found another Saintess candidate and a skilled group of machinists. They say one of them even has a blessing.” Ivy flips through the folder quickly and nods. “A wonder how you got these. They’re supposed to be protected by the Dean. I hear he's the greatest human wizard of the century.”
“My agent was lucky. There was only his intern. That’s changed since.”
“I see.” Ivy sits up briskly and shakes your hand. “Good doing business with you. I’ll see you again.”
When her caravan goes through the portal.
She disappears into the crowd and you start reading the pages she passed you. There’s some good information in there. Processing magical ingredients, distilling their properties, what to use.
Most importantly, you learn the foundations behind alchemy. You take magical minerals, plants, and even monster parts with specific properties. So long as you distill these objects into favoring an element, property, or principle and combine them with favorable ingredients, you can turn them into potions. Trolls blood and chicken hearts can make healing potions, iron shavings and diregoat horn can make your body sturdier…that sort of thing.
It works best with parts from creatures with a lot of magic. Like demons. Demon parts are second only to dragon parts.
A lone finger pulls down the paper you’re reading. One of the knights from before is giving you a cold smile. It’s the one Ena left in charge of dealing with the reporters.
“I thought you looked familiar. Rampant Corruption?”
You run through Rampant’s memories.
“Have we met?”
“No.” Her smile drops dead. “But we share a common friend. When was the last time you spoke to Lady Silverblood?”
A name that’s supposed to send a shiver down your spine.
Rampant got into power through bribery, threats, and other examples of rampant corruption. The reason she stayed in power was because of one Lord Falalafindrel Silverblood. One of the few high elves in Prillia and a member of the elven council. Lady Fililifindril Silverblood is his cherished daughter. The one Rampant made the deals with to stay as mayor of a city with a lot of potential. If Lord Silverblood was the power, his daughter’s whims were the will. She ensured your body’s former host stayed mayor.
You beam and gently put the papers away.
Took her long enough.
“It’s been a while. How is she?”
The knight scowls. She nods her head to a gaudy carriage on the road behind you. Surprisingly, you’ve never seen one before. Most vehicles are magitech, but these people are really pulled along in a carriage. By elk, not horses, but still. It just comes off as stubbornly out of place.
“Waiting for you.” She puts a firm hand on your shoulder. “Let’s walk.”
You hop off the bench walk by her side. She’s a bit unnerved by how easily you’re coming along. She stops short and salutes at the carriage, the window opening and a dainty little hand waving you closer.
“Your cousin is a squire, and I’ve brought you your lost dog.” The knight wants to sneer, you can tell. “I have done as you asked.”
“Yes, yes. We’ll talk later.” A snobby voice calls from behind the curtain. The knight bristles but leaves.
An incredibly buff guy in a butler’s uniform and a bowler hat comes out of the coach and opens the door. His eyes are daring you to not enter. Which would be fun on its own. Having him fuck you on the street would be hi-larious.
But you’ve been waiting for this meeting for a while. You hoped she’d come here after you ignored all her letters. And the people who were supposed to bring you to her found themselves on the train back without any memory of what happened, their holes a little bit looser than when they first came.
You step up and send out a subtle telepathic message. When you enter, it’s clear Lady Silverblood is fuming.
To you. Her silver hime cut elegantly spills over her elaborate dress and hefty bust, piercing blue eyes taking in every detail of you. Her face is like stone, but her soul is a raging cesspit. Major bad vibes. It’s like if someone gave life to a village of turds, then had them executed in a burning mass grave.
Ew.
She holds a fan up to her face and waits for you to sit down in front of her. She’s planning on having you sit there for a while as she glares at you. But you don’t want to get dressed down, you want to be carried away somewhere discrete.
Time to push some buttons.
“Nice to see you, Silverblood. Where have you been?”
Her jaw twitches. She abandons the ‘let you simmer’ idea and engages. Big mistake.
“Deciding.”
“Dinner? You mind if I come with, you have the best meals.”
Oooh, the tips of her ears are turning red. If her soul wasn’t so foul, you’d call her cute.
“Deciding if I made the right choice supporting you.” She snaps her fan shut. “Did I make a mistake, Rampant? I very much hate making mistakes.”
“We both did.” You slump back and blow a raspberry. A little bit of your spit lands on her hand and she can’t hide her disgust. “I mean, mayor? I honestly didn’t think it’d be that much work. Sign a few papers, kiss some babies for the newspaper, done, right? No, it’s meetings. So many meet—”
“Enough.” Silverblood grinds her teeth and rubs her forehead. “Do you have…any idea how much it cost me to put you there? Where you begged to be? All you had to do was…” She sighs and stops to catch her breath.
Good, more time for you to talk.
“Lady, life is about growth. If I could find more success elsewhere, why shouldn’t I take it?”
You swear you hear something snap. She takes a few deep breaths. She then knocks on the ceiling. The coach bucks as the buff guy gets on top and snaps the reins. The carriage rolls off towards the wilderness.
The carriage passes through the city walls without issue. Makes sense, there’s enough enchantments on the vehicle to take on a couple shots from a tank. The big crest on the side must also be a big sign to let them do whatever they wanted.
That kind of power would be useful.
Silverblood glares at you intently, imagining all sorts of horrible things. You stare back with a smile. This makes her seethe even more. It’s so rude, thinking about burning you alive and feeding you to monsters.
Thankfully, these thoughts distract her as the carriage shakes and stops for a moment. The elven lady raises an eyebrow quizzically and raps the top of the carriage with a dainty knuckle.
“Butler! A few more miles!” She yells.
Uh-oh. She doesn’t know this, but her butler isn’t there. You set your imps on him. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, his arm slamming Tropo like a home run ball out of the park. Man, if you didn't spoil your first imps with so much DESIRE, he would've died. Too bad his strength ain't much without leverage. You have Latch and Cloth grab him by the shoulders and fly off.
“He must not have heard.” You shrug.
Silverblood levels a venomous glare and knocks the ceiling with even more force.
“Butleeeeer!!!” Her shrill scream bores into your skull. “Is that a storm or is some stupid peasant trying to kidnap me again?!”
Magic swells at the tips of her fingers. It’s interesting, unlike the magic they teach at Camelot University. Powerful, definitely. But it takes time to gather and is more wasteful than the spells you’ve studied.
You quickly have Tropo fly back to take the reins.
“Well?”
Tropo grunts and snaps the reins.
Silverblood is satisfied. She turns back to you and grins evilly.
“Perhaps you thought one of your new allies came to save you. If Butler doesn’t stop them, they tend to respond. The fools don’t know Butler is mute.”
Is Butler even his name? Names are weird in Prillia, but you wouldn’t put it past Silverblood to not even bother remembering his name. While you’re wondering, she starts monologuing. About what she’s going to do to you, the things she’s done to others that wronged her, how she’s untouchable, blah, blah blah…
This rotten little princess is going to be so fun to put in her place.
She blabbers on as you get farther from Hacksonville. In the meantime, you’re analyzing the spell she was ready to cast. She felt comfortable casting it. It was practically muscle memory. There’s a good chance it’s her go-to spell. Probably something deadly.
Or maybe so painful it can stop anyone in its tracks.
After another hour of threats, she nods and knocks on the ceiling.
“That’s far enough, Butler.”
The carriage doesn’t stop.
“Butleeeeer!!!” That shrill scream again. “I said stop!”
The carriage still doesn’t stop. She’s starting to panic.
“Funny thing…my minion is also mute.” You chuckle and her head whips at you.
She screams out a spell and flings it towards the driver’s seat. A blast of lightning tears through the ceiling, but Tropo has already flown off. She’s distracted! You lunge for her, grabbing her dominant hand and clasping it so she can’t make sigils. Yelling in anger, she pulls a knife from somewhere and tries to stab you, but you catch her arm.
“You conniving little pitslave!” She screeches some ancient slur.
“Rude. Can’t we talk about this?” You dodge back when she tries to bite your nose. “Guess not. What do even have against me? I’m allowed to quit a job.”
“You stupid bitch!” Spittle spews on your face. “I own you! I own everything you’ve made, everything you will make, everything you have! Every thought that passes between the vacuous space between your ears is mine!”
Cool! She’s clearly outputting some form of DESIRE, though it passes through you like it doesn’t exist. You can feel it tingle on the edge of your senses, the potency of her DESIRE so thick that you can get a general idea of its shape.
This…is greed. A whole different flavor of DESIRE from lust. It's like learning a whole new color exists. Potent, rich...
Too bad you can’t do anything with it. Eh, lust suits you better.
Just as she starts another monologue about all the other things she’ll do to you, there’s a knock at the door. A woman in Holy Knight’s armor is staring at both of you curiously.
“What’s going on here?”
“Finally!” Silverblood crows. “Holy Knight, I am Lady Silverblood and this—”
“Please, knight!” You interrupt her with a headbutt and blubber with tears in your eyes. “This woman is a demon and she’s trying to kill me!”
“What?” The elf sputters. “Ridiculous, do you not see my—”
“Ma’am!” The knight holds up a gauntleted palm. “There have been demon attacks recently. Putting us in a sorta awkward situation. I am obliged to take these claims seriously.”
“This is madness!” Silverblood screeches.
The knight narrows her eyes. She readies her spear and Silverblood realizes the situation she’s in.
“I’m going to hafta ask the two of you to exit the vehicle. Field demon test.”
The two of you slowly get out, the knight keeping her distance with her spear at the ready. Silverblood looks over the knight’s armor and scoffs.
“You’re but a squire!”
“Nevertheless, ma’am. This is protocol.” She holds up two vials filled with clear fluid. “This is holy water. I need the both of you to drink this.”
The knight tosses them to you two. Silverblood gives you the side eye, not buying your crying hysterical act. You thank the knight for her hard work through a couple choked sobs and down the liquid. Silverblood, upon seeing nothing happen, drinks her vial.
Interesting fact: mortals can build up resistance to aphrodisiacs. Rampant’s body has been in close contacts with demons for a while, so April’s sweat barely affects you. Silverblood, however…
Her pale skin flushes and for the first time, she’s not angry. She’s confused.
“Wha—Poison?” She gasps. “I’m burning up!”
“No, but it’s still a bad sign!” The squire looks panicked. “It means a demon is trying to possess you. Quick, strip so I can check you for signs of demonic infection before the holy water burns through you and the demon!”
To anyone else at this point, it’d be obvious that it’s bullshit. But the squire, April, dealt Silverblood a killer wombo-combo. Her mind clouded by panic and aphrodisiacs, she’s even more susceptible to April’s hypnotism.
“Right here?” Silverblood whines. “B-but…my chastity!”
“We’re all women here. You can strip without worrying about that.”
Silverblood’s ears twitch as she turns an even deeper shade of red. Her mind is clouded enough that she does as she’s told. As she undresses, April turns to you and cocks his head.
“I’m feeling some heat, too!” You cry. “Should I—”
“Yes.” April grins, knowing he’s about to get spoiled. “When both of you are done, turn around and put your hands on the carriage.”
Silverblood’s D-cups bounce out of her dress, her dress falling down her slim waist and only barely stopping on her modest butt. Your shirt comes off easily, but you have a harder time pulling down your pants.
Silverblood’s lower lips are puffy and drooling with want beneath a neat mound of silver pubic hair. Her body is as perfect as a succubus’s, a testament to her high elf bloodline. She’s glaring at you as you stand by her side with your hands on the carriage.
“When this is over with,” she whispers to you, “you’re dead.”
“You’re leaking.”
She bites her lip, repressing a screech of rage. April approaches and you arch your back out to emphasize your stacked behind.
“Well, you’re fa—Kya~!” Silverblood is about to make a comment when April slaps her ass, a spray of arousal squirting on the ground behind her.
She muffles her squeal of pleasure with confusion. April then slaps your ass and you moan as his finger clips your labia. He switches to Silverblood, eliciting another squeal, then to you, making you moan. April takes turns slapping your asses, watching the jiggle ripple up your bodies.
“F-for what purpose does this serve?” Silverblood’s knees tremble as she’s panting against her carriage.
“I’m sending holy magic through your body.” April slaps her butt again, another rush of femcum running down her trembling legs. “You’re leaking demon fluids, but there’s too much. Someone will have to go in there and dig it out.”
Aprils points his spear to you.
“Dwarf! Lick her pussy until the demon comes out!”
“What does my cat have to do with—Mmmmahn~!” Silverblood doesn’t have a chance to say anything.
You’ve already scurried between her legs and put your lips on her perfect virgin pussy. Her knees collapse under her, but you follow, your head glued to her crotch as you eagerly suck on her puffy labia. Your tongue slips inside her, massaging her inner walls to lap up every drop of her love juices, reducing her to a quivering wreck.
But every time she nears her climax, you stop to let her catch your breath.
“Wh-what are you doing, y-you stupid dwarf?” She gasps. “It’s…almost out!”
“How can I be sure you will help me out?” You smirk at her and crawl up her until you’re face to face. She’s about to make a snippy comment, but you grab her stacked boobs and massage them. “Dig out my demon and I’ll help.”
She moans in your grip, her stubborn blue eyes finally ceding after a couple more gropes.
“Fine! Let us be done with this!”
You flip around, positioning your fat ass and leaking cunny above her face. There’s an instant of regret, immediately muffled under a thick wad of assflesh. April chuckles and gets on his knees to face Silverblood’s spread legs. He lifts his skirt, his fat, ten-inch cock flopping out, tip already bubbling with precum.
Silverblood weakly licks at your cunt. She’s barely putting in any effort!
“She’s not trying!” You huff.
April slaps his dick against her inner thigh, shivers running up the elf snob’s body.
“Ma’am, if you don’t try, I can’t use the anti-demon wand!” April winks at you and you share a quiet snicker.
Silverblood starts vigorously licking at your muff, eager to get the demon out of her. The DESIRE rolling off her is completely lustful now, you and April gorging on it ravenously.
<Your balls look blue. Are you okay?> You ask him as you rub your pussy all over the noble’s face.
<I’ve been pitching, but I haven’t been able to use my dick in a while.> April teases Silverblood, gliding the head of his cock over her lower lips.
<Poor baby.> You shudder in pleasure as Silverblood redoubles her efforts, kissing and sucking the arousal from your cunny, her tongue reaching deeper inside you. <Want me to clean your cock after you’re done with this slut-to-be?>
April’s rod twitches in anticipation. He holds it steady and slowly pushes the head through Silverblood’s glistening entrance. She yelps into your cunt, her tongue finding your clit as you shudder through the coming climax.
“The wand is facing resistance!” April exclaims. “You haven’t opened your heart to my help!”
You lift yourself just enough for her to talk, turning around to spot Silverblood’s buzzed expression slathered in your juices.
“B-but I have!”
You stuff your ass in her face for another round of licking, April keeping his dick only the first inch in.
“Do you accept the Holy Mother?”
You lift your thiccness.
“Yes, yes!”
“Do you pledge everything to her?”
“Yes!”
“Your devotion, your body, your soul to the Holy Mother, Quinn?” April
“Yes, fine, yes! Just stick it in me!” Silverblood screams in anger, then joy as April hilts his thick cock all the way inside her.
She cums with every thrust, the whites of her rolled-back eyes turning black and a pair of horns pushing through her forehead. The transformation finishes with a tail growing from underneath her as her tongue lengthens and twists inside you. Her corrupt soul is laid bare and you shiver in delight.
April groans, thrusting into the new succubus faster, the rushing DESIRE empowering him and hastening his impending orgasm. You meet his lips with a kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths as you climax. You force your pussy onto Silverblood’s face, and this time, she eagerly explores your wet passage. Her tongue twists inside you with every shot April jizzes into her, until you and the new succubus are panting like used whores.
April’s flaccid length slides out of the high elf, semen pooling from Silverblood’s cunny. You lean forwards, licking the cocksicle covered in fresh cum as April pulls away. You manage to wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, and he pulls it out of your mouth with a wet pop.
Delicious! Maybe don't swallow, Rampant's corruption is pretty high for a mortal. Wait, too late, it's down your throat. You pull yourself off the succubus and bask in the afterglow.
Here’s something interesting!
Her soul is yours, and there’s more. Threads connected to her soul fade off into the distance. You get the sense that if you pulled one of the strings, you’d rip something important out of place. Only one person can tell you what this is.
Silverblood pants loudly as she explores her new body. Some shrinking part of her knows something is wrong, but it’s being drowned out as her fingers dig into her muff and pull the strands of April’s semen into her mouth. Her fervent eyes are only on April, only widening slightly as he reverts to his true form.
“Silverblood.” She ignores you, focused entirely on April’s swinging cock.
Rude! You already called dibs! Clearly, she needs to be punished.
“Silverblood.” You pull at her soul like a leash and she recognizes you as her master. The former elf gets on all fours and shakily crawls to you. “Tell me what these threads connected to your soul are.”
“Geasses, Ramp—Quinn.” She smiles blankly, her soul shivering with a terrifying realization. “It’s how I control people. I tricked my father into a geass over a century ago and I’ve been master of the family ever since.”
Wow, that’s cold. Explains how she could act like a petulant child for so long. Those threads connect to the souls she’s got under geass. By having Silverblood submit to you, they are now under your control.
"That explains why I hadta fuck the butler until he passed out...I woulda liked to be the first person after Lady Quinn to get a soul."
This changes a lot for your plans going forwards. You’ve effectively gained control of a criminal enterprise and a powerful high elf noble in one fell swoop. You snap your fingers and Silverblood stands at attention.
“Your new name is Silverbrood.” She nods eagerly, another piece of her identity smothered. “And your first command is to help me clean this girly boy’s cock.”
She nods giddily. You position yourselves on both sides of a beaming April. Silverbrood’s eyes flutter as her slides up the side of his length, tasting dick or the first time. And becoming addicted to it instantly. You grin up at your excited spawn, his cock quickly reaching full mast.
“You did a wonderful job today, April. Chu~” You kiss the base of his dick and lick up its length, your tongue brushing against lust-frenzied succubus’. “You can expect a big reward.”
Every time your lips meet on his thick cock, your tongues wrestle around it, flitting into each other’s mouths as you moan. Demonic aphrodisiacs buzz your body’s senses, your lips and tongue burning with carnal desire. Silverbrood tries to take advantage, but flexing your presence forces her to be subservient.
April’s trembling cock oozes pre from the tip. Silverblood desperately extends her tongue to taste, but you force her back to take it for yourself. You swish the saltiness in your mouth, letting the horny energy fill your entire body. You swallow it with a satisfied breath. You can, you'll have to lay off the demon sex for a while.
Silverblood looks miserable. Okay, fine…
You open your mouth and kiss her, letting her tongue explore your mouth for the barest taste of April’s cum. She hums in your mouth as you keep jacking April off, and slips a bit of her tongue down your throat for more.
Ambitious!~
You raise yourselves up and mash your breasts on his cock. The double tit job makes the femboy squirm, Silverbrood’s huge knockers smothering more of April’s rod than yours.
Hmm. Back to oral.
You take turns worshipping April’s manhood, switching between sucking his balls and licking every single part of his cock. Your fingers are wet from fingering yourself and Silverblood, and your entire body is blushing with DESIRE. Silverblood stares smugly at you as she wraps her tongue several times around April’s length, practically mocking you as your mortal body pants like a bitch in heat.
She still doesn’t understand her place. Time to fix that.
You get on all fours and swing your fat behind at April. Your pussy is steadily leaking femcum from between your tight lips.
“Silverblood, clean your butler’s cum from April’s asshole as he shoves his thick, throbbing, cock into me.”
Silverblood purses her lips, unable to stop April from grabbing you by the hips and slowly lining himself up. She squats behind him and puts her lips on his asshole, her eyes rolling backwards as the taste of April’s sloppy seconds squirts into her mouth.
You’d laugh, if April hadn’t just shoved his dick into you. Instead, you’re moaning and drooling as April’s cock spreads your insides apart, his glorious cock kissing your womb as he hilts inside you with every thrust.
“L-la-lady Qu-Quinn, you’re so tight!” April whines and tightens his grip on your wide hips. “I-I’m cumming~!”
Silverbrood sucks the cum out of April with a loud slurp, just in time for the femboy to climax inside you, drowning your uterus in his demonic jizz. You feel your stomach bloat with his seed, his balls churning out several days’ worth of cum. When he pulls out, you’re panting and struggling to keep your soul in Rampant’s body.
Now that you know what to look for, you can feel the cum corrupting this body, changing it slightly. You can’t take too many demon dickings, or Rampant would be exposed.
Silverblood eyes April’s cum-coated dick like it’s a delicious treat. Her face is covered in her butler’s jizz, April’s orgasm shooting the last of it all over her. She doesn’t mind licking herself clean. She spares you a glance and smirks.
She just sucked out old jizz from April’s asshole. And somehow she still thinks she’s on top of things?
Bloated and mortal as you are, she’s looking down on you. Gosh, some people never learn.
“I have orders for you two.” You roll yourself into a sitting position, masturbating to squirt out April’s spunk.
<It’s risky with the Holy Knights. Are you sure you want to do this?>
<Yes, Lady Quinn. I think I can go for another two weeks without turning back now. And you said that I was the most resistant to holy energy, which makes me the best option.>
<It’s still dangerous…And how will I know if you’re in trouble? We won’t be able to communicate.>
<We’ll find a way. Fortune favors the bold, ya know?>
“April, you are not allowed to reveal your nature to any of the Holy Knights.” You stifle a gasp of pleasure when a liter of cum bubbles out of your pussy. Silverbrood is still smirking. Not for long. “S-Silverbrood, you will continue as you were before you were turned, except under my orders. Since you haven’t been initiated by my body’s cock, I forbid you from sullying your pussy with another’s dick until I allow you to join me.”
Silverbrood is stunned by your order. She grimaces and bows her head, your command settling into her soul.
“I am gracious, so I’ll allow your butler to fuck you. Anywhere but your pussy.” The former elf’s tail twitches happily at that. “I will expect you to make monthly visits to Hacksonville. Find a reasonable excuse for it. And for dick's sake, figure out how to hide your demonic features.”
“Yes, Lord Quinn!” Silverbrood bows between your legs, discretely lapping up the cum pooling on the dirty forest floor from your gushing pussy.
Wait, she’s also a noble.
Yes, she’s a connection to the elven council, has a bunch of shady dealings with who knows how many bloodthirsty criminals across Prillia, and has had people killed by bringing them into the wilderness and executing them post-monologue.
But she also knows all the hot gossip.
Your newspapers are going to sell like hotcakes.