Nun the Wiser – 4 [❤️❤️❤️]

You’re not sure about a lot of things—Actually, there’s approximately twenty-three thousand things you’re absolutely sure of. But that’s boring stuff, stuff anybody can learn. Especially with the memory-enhancing spells Mister Sher’khan taught you.

Now those were interesting spells.

Hum. Anyways, you’re half sure of one thing: You may be sheltered.

Your name is Star.

And you’ve spent a long time in the tower. You don’t mind! Not too much, anyways. You understand why, at least. Vampires typically reside in isolated castles, far away from major population centers. And you, with your bloodline? You’re risking a lot by being in the middle of one of the biggest cities in the world.

So yeah, you practically never leave your room. But you’ve got a library, a nice bed, an observatory…and a window view over most of Camelot.

Mister Jesper made it very clear that you shouldn’t even dream about going outside. He’d quote long passages from one of the holy books about temperance until your ears started to burn.

Not literally, thankfully.

In comes your newest…acquaintance? No, you’ve had sixteen and a half tea times together, that must push her into the ‘friend’ zone. Your new friend, Scarlet, goaded you out with the promise of multi-dimensional trigonometric magic interfacing and a little bit of wordplay.

You’re a sucker for a good pun.

Sucker? Eh?

You let yourself get pulled down the stairs to meet with Kleiny and his assistant. He vaguely recognized you and was kind enough to introduce Cirrus. The goblin woman gave you a weird look and got closer to Kleiny, but she quickly warmed up to you when the four of you started working together.

To be honest, it’s mostly them playing catch up to concepts you’ve already explored. They’re a far more active audience than you’re used to, asking questions and introducing ideas you couldn’t have thought up on your own.

It’s…nice?

The only trouble you have is when Cirrus and Kleiny get touchy. You realized quite fast that they’re more than friends. Whispering in each other’s ears about things that are very not scientific. Talking about dating. They even held hands.

Good thing Scarlet is there. She called them out on their lewd displays before your heart rate rose to dangerous levels. She even walked you back up to your room when you were done for the day.

She’s a good friend.

After you started helping them on the project, Scarlet Lily would meet with you every morning for tea, then follow you down to work with Cirrus and Kleiny. Every night, you worried that Mister Jesper would come back to forbid you from risking Camelot by working with them. Every morning, Scarlet would be there instead.

After a couple weeks, everyone was finally on the same level, and you could start building prototypes. It’s when you’re working on the mirrors that a problem occurs.

“Ow!” Klein exclaims and sticks his finger is his mouth. “I cut myself…”

“Oh my gosh! Are you okay?” Cirrus rushes to him.

You stare. Your senses focus on the bead of blood at the tip of his finger, the powerful scent filling you with a powerful hunger. An aching, coiling desire. You can sense their blood now, just beneath the thin layer of skin. Feel their heartbeats as if their necks were on the tip of your tongue. Maybe…Just a taste?

No.

You will not. You’re better than this. You shake yourself free from your evil desires and turn away. A hand places itself on your shoulder and you tense.

“Star? Do you need a break?”

Scarlet.

You almost bite your lip, but you’ve learned from experience that your own blood can excite you. Is it really okay to risk these people for your own pitiful needs? At least when you talk with your stuffed toys, there’s no chance of tearing out their throats.

You shouldn’t put them at risk. Not Klein, not Cirrus, and not Scarlet.

“’M fine.”

Scarlet narrows her eyes. Either her inborn magic has gotten more subtle, or she’s gotten better at reading you. Or maybe it’s because your fangs have grown to the point that they’re poking out of your mouth.

“Let’s wrap up for today.”

“What? But we just started!” Cirrus whirls around to say more, and her eyes widen as she sees you. “Why are—Wah! Blooddrinker?!”

Shrinking back from the goblin’s words, your sight gets blocked by Scarlet’s robes as she blocks Cirrus’ view of you. You almost slink away when Scarlet grabs you by the hem of your shirt.

“Hey! Ever head of manners?”

“But she’s—By Celeste, is she the dhampir of the tower?” Cirrus’ heart rate accelerates, her fear tickling your dreadful instincts.

“I mean, duh?” Scarlet crosses her arms. You almost scamper away, but she grabs you again. “I thought Klein knew already.”

Three gazes focus on the wiry apprentice.

“Star is the dhampir?!” He’s just as surprised as Cirrus. He slaps his forehead. “I’ve only ever seen her at important ceremonies with Dean Sher’khan. I just thought she was his oldest apprentice!”

You hated those ceremonies. You were forced to be with Sher’Khan every time he inducted or graduated an apprentice. You wonder what happened to the other apprentices. Deathblow, Eve Ill, Shadowblot, and that one before Klein were all quite talented. What was that last guy’s name again?

“What about her slit pupils?”

“Well, Slaughterfest had slit pupils too!” Right, Slaughterfest! He must have never completed his apprenticeship. “I thought it was an induced mutation that the Dean’s students got!”

Maybe if you slink away this time—No, Scarlet grabs you again. Why is she forcing you to bear with this?

“And her fangs?”

“I assumed that it was a feature of snow elves?” Klein grins sheepishly. “I know I never met one, but Star is so pale and cold I just…Um…”

Cirrus and Scarlet stare at Klein, stupefied.

“How are so smart and so dumb at the same time?” Cirrus huffs.

“Hey!”

“Whatever…” Cirrus pinches her brow and nods…at you? “I probably should have seen this coming. It’s obvious in retrospect, but I assumed some things, too. Let’s stop for now, meet up again tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” As in, again? “You don’t mind me being…me?”

Someone always at risk of becoming a monster, a whirlwind of blood and death resting at the very seat of power of Prillia?

“Not at all.” Cirrus sighs. “I’ve gotten to know you for the past couple weeks. You’re nothing like the rumors.”

Rumors?

“You’re a lot stabler than the thralls and wights I’ve met on campus. If anything, you’re just another nerd. Not uncommon at Camelot University. I know a few people who’d kill to have a tower for themselves.” Her eyes hover on Klein, who nods absentmindedly. “I’ll just need to grab some equipment so we don’t risk any more cuts, and we can keep working. I’m not sure we could have come so far without you. Plus, I think it'd be pretty hypocritical for a me of all people to hold it against you. Goblins have had a bad rap for a while, too.”

“Oh…Thank you?” The words feel unfamiliar.

The goblin smiles nonetheless. Scarlet Lily turns around and gives you a big thumbs up.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I have some words with Klein about making assumptions.”

You and Scarlet rush up the stairs, leaving Kleiny to his fate. You make it back to your room, trying not to think about how the two will resolve this.

They’re probably kissing right now.

You shake the thoughts out of your head before you risk another outburst. There’s a good reason Mister Jesper removed all the anatomy books from your personal library. You cross the threshold into your room and the tension leaves your body. It’s not even evening and you feel so tired.

Scarlet almost follows you in, but you magic up a barrier on the door.

“Hey, what gives?” She pouts.

“Sorry Scarlet…I think I need to be alone.” You don’t want to hurt her, especially not now. “Today was…it was a lot.”

“Yeah…” You avoid looking directly into her vibrant green eyes. “I think you did great, Star. I know it’s not easy to leave your comfort zone. You’re awesome.”

She thinks you’re awesome? You hide your face for some reason.

“I…” Scarlet bites her lip, as if she’s struggling to find the words. “Promise you’ll join us tomorrow?”

“Maybe.”

You like this project. You like exploring magic. You like learning more. By the Empyreans, you like working with Kleiny, Cirrus, and Scarlet. But it’s a huge risk.

One you’re not sure you’re willing to take.

“Not good enough.” Scarlet Lily frowns and holds up her pinky finger. “You’ve got to promise. Pinky promise.”

A pinky promise? You’ve heard rumors of such oaths. More important than a contract, weightier than a geass…a symbol of commitment between true friends. Are you even worthy enough to make such a promise?

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Scarlet opens her eyes wide and bats her eyelashes.

You drop the barrier with a sigh. Scarlet Lily squeals and jumps in joy. A crimson lock of hair escapes from her headdress, as vibrant and beautiful as blood. You avoid looking at it as she holds out her pinky. You wrap your own finger around hers, reciting prime numbers in your head to stop thinking about how soft her hand feels.

“Promise you’ll be with us tomorrow.” You’re about to commit to this sacred oath when she continues. “And promise you’ll socialize. Not for magiscience, but for you.”

“Wha—That’s not part of the deal!”

Scarlet hums and opens her mouth to say something, but she stops herself with a chuckle. Instead, she offers a rebuttal.

“In exchange, I’ll promise to be there for you. Rain or shine, sleet or snow. When you’re scared for yourself or for others. No matter what.”

That’s a big promise. Somehow, you know that she means it, down to the core of her soul. This is a vow she intends to keep. Something a real friend would make.

“Okay.” Hopefully you know what you’re getting into. “I pinky promise.”

Scarlet beams and shakes your pinkies together. In that moment, you’re closer to her than anyone else. You stare at her face, her beautiful smile sending shudders of something into your heart, and you find yourself returning her smile.

Thank the Empyreans you got to make a friend as pure and chaste as her.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck~! I'm cuuuumiiiiiiing~!” You groan as you unleash another hot load into the succubus’s mouth.

You are Quinn, and you’re enjoying the newest room in your floating palace: the bar. You came back to Haven far hornier than ever and immediately made some calls. Now there’s succubi strewn across the lounge, over the bar, in each other’s arms…their pussies overflow with your seed as they bask in the afterglow of your fuckfest.

They all have light skin and dark hair. A few even have purple eyes.

Honestly, you’re struggling. Star is so cute!

But you can’t hug her, kiss her, or fuck her silly. Today was the closest you’ve been to her, and you had to blow off some steam.

You pull your red cock out of Fig’s mouth, her sultry gaze shifting into hunger as you keep pumping your erection. She closes her mouth leaking with your thick white seed and swallows loudly, grinning as she rubs her cheeks.  You smirk and poke your cock against her dimple, the mere touch of your member making her shiver with delight. You'd be joining her for a nice after-sex cuddle sesh, but you're so fucking horny! You’ve bloated eight succubi with gallons of cum, had Cloth, Tropo, and Latch shove their cocks inside your aching cunny, and you’re still desperate, hungry for some bed-breaking sex.

Something about Star just gets your engine going!

Fig leans back and spreads her legs, her eyes following the head of your cock as you jack off. Your slutty daughter isn't making things any easier for your erection.

“Lord Quinn…please bless my uterus with your jizz.” She moans, like you’re not already grabbing her by the ankles and aiming your cock into her pussy. “Please, please, please…”

Her moaning is cut short as your hips slam into her, shoving your cock so violently inside her that her eyes roll back and she spits up some of the cum you shot down her throat. Every thrust into her squeezes your kegels, shooting imp cum out of your cunt.

“Unf, unf, unf~!” You tighten your grip on her ankles, pulling her into your crotch as you drill your cock down into her.

“Guh~! Guh~! Guuuuh~!”

Every time your balls slap Fig’s butt, your cock slams into her with enough force for her arousal to spray in every direction. Your three imps watch from the bar, swapping between cleaning cups, preparing you another drink, and cleaning their dicks on the cum-stuffed succubus laying on the bar. They’re such wonderful bartenders.

They learned from the best.

“Lady Quinn.” Speak of the incubus! “It is good that you are giving the younger demons a chance to fuck you, but you’ve got a busy schedule today.”

Sunday holds a clipboard and enters the bar, not even blinking at all his younger sisters laying around with blissful, addled expressions. Normally, you wouldn’t need his help with maintaining Haven, but you scheduled a few important things for today.

How could you have guessed that the day you planned would be in jeopardy because you got a bit too close to Star? You’ve got weddings to officiate!

“Unf, Sunday! Be a dear and fuck my pussy?”

Sunday, ever the gentleman, does as you say.

You gyrate your cock around inside Fig when Sunday grabs two fistfuls of your ass. He pulls your cheeks apart and you shiver happily when the last of the imp cum runs down your legs, then moan like a needy slut when his cock hammers into you. He keeps the pace as you thrust your cock into Fig, kissing the back of your neck as his dick spears through your insides. Your tails wrap around each other like snakes and you lose yourself in bliss.

Fig is as lost as all the other succubi, her tongue lolled out and her eyes hazy as her entire body is coated in her arousal. Your balls clench, and Sunday tweaks your nipples just the way you taught him. You groan and hilt yourself inside her. Fig’s stomach bloats until she looks like she’s six months pregnant, your drawn-out moan muffled by Sunday’s lips.

Your thick cum runs down Fig’s body, but you’ve still got some left in the tank. Especially with all the passed out demons’ residual DESIRE.

Thankfully, Sunday notices after he pulls out. His impassive face stares into your half-lidded eyes and he nods, groping your breasts and layering kisses on your panting face until your erection seals up Fig’s pussy again. He lifts her head up and waves his length in front of her face, and she slurps it up like a good little succubus.

You and Sunday thrust into Fig, her entire body supported by your dicks as she leaks jizz from both ends. In her lust-drunk state, she wraps her limbs around your waists and the two of you kiss and grope each other as you use her as an onahole. You spitroast Fig for a little longer, just until she looks like she’s nine months pregnant.

With twins.

You let out a sigh of contentment and lay her on the bar for your imps to clean up and/or enjoy. You poke her a bit hard in the stomach, and she squirts your cum back onto your crotch with a satisfied giggle.

You snap your fingers and your suit appears on you, though it doesn’t hide your notable bulge.

“Now that you’re ready, shall we?” Sunday offers the clipboard.

You have several important things on the docket. First, you have to go to the judicial building and dole out punishments. Turns out, when you welcome a bunch of criminals into your reality, they commit crimes, even after making several public examples. Who’d’ve thunk.

The smuggling, stealing, and (frankly pathetic) attempt at counterfeiting were expected. But for someone to try assassination? You’ve got to see the balls on that guy!

You got in your ‘slutty judge’ outfit and went down to the judicial building, calling all the necessary parties. Sunday acted as prosecutor, and October enjoyed being the defending attorney.

The expressions on the defendants’ faces when you had them give their ‘arguments’ was hilarious. Your soulsight determined who was guilty, but their efforts in giving you oral through the hole in the podium were appreciated. Most of the counterfeiters and smugglers were let go with orange tokens, and a few were sent to the pens due to their outstanding debt. The ringleaders, well, their souls and bodies were forfeit.

As per the agreement.

The most surprising result was the assassin. Some woman named Rope Adope had a powerful geass on her, which a certain Pamela used to her advantage both in Haven and Nancy’s Tavern. Since she literally had no choice but to follow orders, you reasoned for the court that she was not the murderer, but the weapon.

Anyways, Rope Adope received protection and provisional citizenship. You took Pamela’s soul and set her body to be auctioned off. Counting all the other criminals, you’ve got three dozen criminals in the pens and over a dozen souls waiting to be blended for your consumption.

A good haul.

After that, you have some marriages to officiate. Your sweet, lesbian harpy is finally marrying her girlfriends! You offered to fund a spectacular wedding, but they refused, saying that they’ll get legally married before making a huge celebration out of it.

Valentine, Farrae, and Madeline still show up in white dresses, the two harpies squirming and blushing under the attention from the Shipborn who came to see them get married. Madeline wears a dress that covers practically everything, except the side slit that shows off her long legs. Farrae wears a frilly dress that exposes her midriff and some cleavage.

Valentine, however, is wearing nothing but frills around her waist and in a string bra that exposes her pert nipples. After some emotional vows, magic circles appear around their necks and fade away. They look to you for an explanation, and you shrug and tell them that marriage with a demon is technically a mutual contract.

After, Valentine offers them both rings, ignoring the cheers and ejaculations from the Shipborn.

You used your magic to quiet the pea-nutting gallery so they could have their moment. Only you’re allowed to cum on the newlyweds! You finish the ceremony with a spray of your femcum, and offer the mortals a blessing.

Then there were the three citizens that decided to marry each other. Adam and Steve, a well adjusted bisexual couple wear conservative suits.

Without pants.

That’s because Evalynn is getting double penetrated on their cocks in nothing more than a white g-string and stockings. Surprisingly, she’s got the longest vows, grinding on their dicks as she goes on a long speech about how she met the pair when they explored Nancy’s Tavern and quickly became smitten with them. Their vows are far shorter, and more prone to interruptions.

They preferred your futa cock bless them at the end of the ceremony.

Finally, there’s Typeface’s marriage to Check, which she insisted on getting once she was sure the futanari impregnated her. It’s honestly an impressive ceremony.

Bells, Amaranth, and a couple imps decorate the judicial hall with columns, streamers, and flower petals. Instead of the usual white wedding decorations, Typeface insisted on a more colorful palette of bright reds and greens.

Those are your colors. She’s definitely the most patriotic citizen of Haven.

Typeface continues to define tradition with wedding dresses. Ulex went all out, designing elaborate clothes…for their limbs. Everything else has too little fabric to be called clothes. She has her imps record the entire ceremony. Your eyes pop out of your skull when you first see Bells walk Typeface down the aisle.

Black pasties cover her nipples and vagina, tight red sleeves run from her shoulders to her hands, and frilly red stockings with green accents run up her legs. She beams when she catches your expression, which turns into smugness as Check comes in.

The futanari looks nervous at first, but her demonic children encourage her to step forwards. She drinks in the stunned and aroused reactions from the guests, gaining confidence with every step. Her nipple pasties are white, an elegant white cock sleeve with a pink bow obscuring her pussy. Her sleeves and stockings are a light green with subtle red accents. Just when you think they’ve topped themselves, Amaranth enters with a thoroughly pregnant Spokesfast on a leash. She’s wearing a thin, pink negligee and stockings with openings for her bloated belly and leaking pussy.

Her burning face shrinks under the hoots of the crowd, her stomach nearly brushing against the ground as she is led on all fours to the couple. Spokesfast squats and holds her milky breasts up to Amaranth.

The rings are on her nipples.

Check’s cock threatens to burst from the sleeve as they exchange their vows, her gaze switching between the two dwarf women. Their demons play with Spokesfast's body, massaging her gravid body and rubbing her pussy so that her moans are barely heard over the vows. Once they’re done with their speeches, they pull the rings from Spokesfast’s nipples and put them on each other’s fingers. Then the dwarf slave takes the cock sleeve and the pussy pasty off with her mouth, and Check fucks Typeface over the altar.

Spokesfast watches and masturbates, climaxing as she births imps that fly majestically into the sky as Check cums inside her wife.

It was the most beautiful wedding ceremony you’ve ever seen.

Once you’re done blessing the three of them, you’re feeling a lot less pent up. It could be because it sparked an orgy with the guests and you got to blow off a lot more steam.

You leave the judicial building and explore Haven a bit more, absorbing residual DESIRE from the people waiting for someone to use their back ends sticking out of the walls. Since more people came to Haven to stay, there’s a few more people than usual exploring themselves there.

There’s also more imps flying around, delivering messages and performing menial labor. You considered making golems to help them, but the book you have on making flesh golems only briefly mentions how its different from making typical stone and clay golems. When you get to the west side of the city, you take a passage to the underground section.

You had a lot of fun designing the underground tunnels. The Shipborn expressed familiarity with the cramped tunnels and the oppressive darkness, and a few of the more perverted mortals spent most of their time there for public sex. In fact, a few of the bars more prone to turning into orgies have most of their traffic come from underground.

There’s also a few connections to the deeper caverns, which explains why you spot a few slimes sopping up splatters of cum throughout the tunnels. A while ago, you tried to make flesh golems to take care of that, but the slimes did the job better than your…prototypes.

You spot a mortal with one of the prototypes when you cross the intersection. He can’t see you in the dark, though his DESIRE hints that he gets off on people potentially seeing him as he fucks the flesh golem.

You struggled for days on this first creation, experimenting with one of the soulless husks as a material to make what you call ‘suckers’. Which is basically a mouth and tongue that bounces around and subsists on water and cum.

You were so proud of your creation, but as you learned more about magic and flesh shaping, you can’t help but feel like you could have done better. Bouncing, dick-sucking mouths? What were you thinking? You wasted a perfectly good body to make a dozen of them, and only the one made from an actual mouth fit your standards.

They’re not even good at cunnalingus. The living onaholes sort of just bounce around the tunnels until someone grabs them to masturbate.

All in all, you need more ‘materials’ to practice. Which is troublesome, because while mortal flesh is easy to change, demonic creatures are far harder to manipulate. You’ve put out a request on the board to capture some living monsters so you can keep practicing, and set aside some more husks to experiment with later, but it will take time before you can start making chimeras.

You’re imagining some sexy, large, humanoid be-tentacled creature when the man gets pulled into the shadows by a succubus. His yell of surprise shifts into loud moans of pleasure as she has her way with him.

Darn. There goes your snack.

It's a bit wilder down here. Nobody should be surprised if they get taken for a quick fuck. You sigh and go back to the surface, serenely waving at your spawn when they notice you.

…And maybe plow the succubus with pale skin and dark hair you cross on your way up main street. She has an ass that was made to be clapped.

Your twelve hours as Quinn are nearly up, so you fly to your palace before you get pulled into another orgy. You sit in your chair and open the terminal, absentmindedly looking over the stats and Haven options when something strikes you as strange.

You’ve been keeping the souls you got in the juicer, waiting to be processed. Even though you’re tempted to eat another soul whole and make another shoggoth, you’ve been keeping them in case you need a boost of power.

The way things are going, you won’t run out of DESIRE for a long while. Especially since you learned from Sher'khan's recommended courses on how to make your magic more efficient. You’re practically bursting with DESIRE, and you don’t doubt you could cream the dark wizard Razamfulblablah if you had to face him again.

No, what’s weird is that the souls are floating with this ethereal, golden mist. It almost feels like holy energy, but less pure and refined. Curious, you dip your finger in the mixture…

A jolt of energy runs through your body. Not painful, but surprising…especially since you could feel the power rumble inside you, strengthening your demonic body and your sanctified soul. You try to concentrate on the feeling, but aside from empowering you, all you get are subtle impressions.

Gratitude. Awe. Love. Fear.

What the fuck?

You don’t remember putting that golden mist in there. What is it, and how did it get there? You concentrate, feeling wisps gather from all around and collect around the souls. As far as you can tell, this empowering mist comes from all over Haven and condensates on the souls.

Maybe.

You pull out a couple souls and swirl them around in the mist, letting the golden mist collect on them. You juice the rest and pour it into a thermos, the silvery rainbow liquid thrumming with power. You plop the souls back into the juicer and stare at the potent mixture.

This could be an important alchemical product. Some sort of philosopher’s stone.

Well, it’s goo. Philosopher’s goo? Rainbow drank?

Whatever. You take a swallow.

…

Woah. Woah-WOAHWOAH!

A surge of power rushes through you, stars dance in your vision, and every one of your senses is magnified. Your cock and wings burst through your shadow clothes, an avalanche of orgasms tremble through your body as a thousand images run through your mind.

Your eyes roll back and your cock shoots load after load onto your desk, your trembling body riding the aftershocks of a hundred other people’s climaxes. You see yourself from other perspectives, fucking different people in a variety of bodies. Memories of you thrusting your cock into a pregnant woman, riding a man as your stomach swells with his cum, breastfeeding someone, bent over the railing as your holes are spread apart by cock after cock...

You as yourself, as a minotaur, a goblin, an elf, a harpy…

You experience every orgasm you’ve given as your cock shoots cum over your trembling body. When you come to, a vast puddle extends from your pussy, and your entire body is glazed in your own jizz.

Feeling yourself, you push down another wave of thrill and note the changes. You feel stronger. Your horns have gotten a bit bigger, and your wings as well. There’s something else, you can feel it just above your horns. You spawn a mirror and you find it.

A small mote of light, hovering a couple inches between your horns. Odd.

You will it to disappear, and it does. But it’s still there, beneath the surface, like your demonic parts when you hide them.

You’d have more time to think about this development if the alarm clock you set up didn’t ring. Shit, you’ve been in an orgasm loop for too long. If you don’t hurry, you’ll be late meeting Star!

You feel something stir. You look at your crotch and let out a frustrated groan.

No! Bad cock!