Interlewd: Purity’s Invasion [❤️❤️❤️]

The foul stench of corruption rots in this plane, a testament to the failures of maintaining a purity of spirit among the population. Yet this plane, limited it may be, provides ample opportunity for the righteous to flourish…should they conquer the master.

You are Zephyr Highthane, archmage of wind, and you have been charged with this mission. You will bring the demons’ master to heel, bind them, and purge all the impurities within Haven in the name of the Purity Front. You’ve flown yourself and six mages to the palace of the master under the cover of darkness, Mirage’s illusion magic hiding you from the populace. The place is swarming with demons, but they mill about like citizens, ignorant of the upheaval the Purity Front will bring. So many buildings, so many resources… some loosely binding vows and a scant fifty or so demons to guard it. You were worried at first, but whatever methods they used to find problematic elements were ultimately ineffective.

No doubt thanks to Lady Silverblood’s help.

The ostentatious palace doors loom overhead, though they are open a crack.

You motion to Reci, the radio mage, and your ear pieces crackle with her magic.

“Crippled Crown squad in position for decapitation strike, over.”

There’s a faint, repetitive sound echoing through the door, like wet flesh on flesh.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplapla…

You are no fool; you abandoned the pink glasses as soon as you were able. The revelations were intense, but forewarned. You cleansed their pheromones from the air so none of you would be affected. It took a while to uncover what types of demons they are, but a small footnote an agent found in the Holy Knight archives revealed it all.

Lust-aligned demons.

Far weaker than your typical demons. They must have attained control of this realm through trickery, blackmail, or other means the powerless are fond of using. And it appears that you are about to catch whatever head incubus or succubus in flagrante delicto. Unprotected and vulnerable, just as Silverblood’s intel promised.

“Ashen Mask squad in position, over.”

The infiltration experts will attend to the colosseum. There’s supposed to be an event tonight, so those who are still awake will be there. By taking the secret passages Silverblood’s operatives had found, they’ll be able to cause massive damage and chaos while other critical locations are attacked.

“Ivory Dagger squad in position, over.”

The ones prepared to assault the library and educational facilities were chosen specifically for covert assassinations and asset retrieval. Any knowledge these demons have is undoubtedly valuable.

“Obsidian Shield squad in position, over.”

In the event that any demons are injured, the defensive specialists of Obsidian Shield will act as a bulwark to deny any attempt at healing.

“Stonecloak squad in position, over.”

The mostly-dwarven squad will easily bust into whatever protections they have in their underground treasury. Their arcanomech and earth mages will see them to victory.

“Moonshadow squad in position, over.”

The thought of diving into whatever weapons depot Silverblood discovered hidden by the lake in the northeast quadrant fills you with glee. No matter how well this operation goes, you have no doubt that the gains there will allow you to lord over the Orchid family and the Steelpunks or Storm or whatever Steel Gears’ anemic gang calls itself.

“The Lanterns are on standby, over.”

And the rest of the forces, mere henchmen with enchanted weapons, are ready to charge into the granary. Silverblood’s recommendation was that the granary be secured with the most forces to control the population. What they couldn’t establish control of, they’d burn. Being thugs and indebted pawns, they were not as reliable for the more delicate matters like the operations involving professionals. However, she insisted that such a public-facing branch of the operation be populated by ‘peak examples of the typical Purity Front male’ so as to present an air of legitimacy.

“Begin attack, over.” The radio crackles and you fling your staff towards the door, a hurricane gale blowing them open with a loud bang.

PLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLAPLA—“UHHHHN~ I’M CUMMING!”

Dang, AI got so close just to give us the dickless balls.     :/

For a moment, you’re stupefied.

A beautiful red woman with long black hair thrusts into a succubus at the end of the vast hallway. The master of the plane wears black robes embroidered with rubies that leaves nothing but her shoulders and waist to the imagination, her bountiful chest bouncing away as she bottoms inside the succubus. The succubus moans pleasantly, her beachball-swollen stomach growing a few sizes as the red woman pulls at her tail.

“There she is! Twister force blades!”

You cast again, breaking everyone out of their surprise as seven razor thin blades of air dash towards the plane master. She keeps thrusting away, holding up a finger—And the spell breaks against a shield of darkness. She pulls out of the succubus, a long flaccid cock slapping against her thigh.

The mages you brought stare in shock. The master of the realm smiles and pushes the drooling succubus away, moaning as she slides off on the slippery floor.

“Oh no!” She purrs, relishing in the mage’s horrified faces. “I am completely unprepared!”

“Attack!” You command.

“Blades by my side, go for a ride!”

“Let there be poison spears, for many demon tears!”

Sharpslash and Mortaria attack together, ethereal blades and spears of poison attacking the demon from two directions. Mirage casts phantoms to make the attacks harder to dodge, but the demon seems to know where the actual spells go and dodges them with minimal movement. Even the gusts and cutting currents of air you throw her way are easily dodged.

As if she knows where the attacks will be before you cast.

Tendrils of darkness race from her shadow, wrapping around Sharpslash’s leg and throwing her into Mortaria. You anticipated a tough fight, though, and Linkette begins casting a long spell that would seal the demon’s fate.

The demon cocks an eyebrow at the mage, but her attention is drawn to River as she narrowly avoid a dense jet of water. She jumps back to avoid a ball of holy water when River flings it her way. River flings another ball of holy water at her in the air, and the demon ducks under it.

She didn’t account for the first one coming back the other way.

Except she twists her body around at the last moment, flipping about and landing on her feet. She has some sort of sensory ability! Mortaria and Sharpslash are up again, and they fire attacks at her from behind.

She sidesteps the attacks, then ducks under the ball of holy water with a dazzling smile—You explode the ball of holy water with a well-placed air bullet. Dark magic pools around her body in an attempt to shield her from the water, but the holy water burns right through. She hisses in pain and her demonic flesh sizzles.

You and the mages smirk.

“You should give up, demon. You face an archmage and six mages. Learned in the arcane arts as we are, you stand no chance against us.”

If you were human mages, you would try to prevent a battle of attrition, But elves are deeply steeped in magic. You can cast far more magic than any mere human. And dwarves? Forget about it.

The demon may have a few natural magics, but they can be countered with holy water and some preparation. The purity of the holy water burns through demonically-aligned magic and demonic flesh with ease.

“Yeah, yeah…” The demon shakes her arm, and what should be a debilitating injury heals within moments. “Wind magic to stop the pheromones and pull some slick moves. Water magic to move the holy water around, which should be your biggest DPS. Poison and sword magic are pretty cool, but they’re clearly distractions so miss illusion mage over there can hide whatever the blonde one in green is doing…And I’m guessing the mage with all the gadgets on her is tech support?”

The rapid healing is frightening. When she details your magics, your stomach drops.

“That means I should go for…the sneaky one!” A shadow darts towards Mirage, and you force a powerful slice of air to sever the magic before it could reach her. “Psych!”

The demon crows and a shadow hidden by an illusion pulls Reci screaming towards the demon. The demon wraps her arms around her and everyone freezes. Reci shudders and the demon pokes her cock between your communication mage’s thighs. She whispers something into her twitching ears and her face burns a bright red. The demon pulls Reci’s shorts down and cups her ass, her throbbing length hovering close to her sex.

“Resist her, Reci!” You call out. “You’re stronger!”

“She really isn’t.” The demon giggles.

“A-Ahn…sir…She’s so close~”

She needs to resist just a bit longer! Once Linkette finishes circling her chain, the demon can be bound and victory is yours.

“Ivory Dagger squad here.” Your earpiece crackles. “We’ve been separated…and our clothes have been replaced. The library appears to be connected to a school setting.”

You grimace. From bad to worse. The knowledge isn’t as important as dividing their forces, at least. The other squads will be able to help them once they’re done if they’re still struggling. In fact, Ivory Dagger may be best suited to infiltrate given their skills.

You aim a decapitating wind slice at the demon, but a shadow blocks it.

“Release her!”

“Nah.” The demon squeezes Reci tighter against her body and rips open her shirt. “I’m a bit jealous you’ve got all these cute girls to yourself.”

“Ah~ Ah~” Reci struggles to catch her breath, her slim breasts heaving as the demons tongue slurps down her cheek, her neck, her collarbone… “I-I’m not—Ngggh~”

“You will.” The demon purrs, slipping her rod into Reci’s entrance.

You and your team are forced to watch as the demon ruts her hostage, shrill screams ripping from Reci’s throat. Clear fluids run down her thighs, her body being thrusted about so violently that she’s bouncing on her toes.

Linkette nods. The circle is complete. You tossed Reci to the beast as a distraction, but if all you lose is a measly communication mage, then the dividends are well worth it. The chains grow bright and the illusion hiding them fades, the binding circle revealed.

“Demon of this plane!” You proclaim, though the ignorant creature keeps rutting the distraction. “We bind you forevermore to this realm, our words, and our will! We bind you, and name you: Elfwantsbofadeez! In your name, we command you to stop!”

The demon stops, her green eyes staring deep into your soul. There is no flash of light, no pull of magic…but it must have worked.

“Please, please…” Reci begs.

The demon Elfwantsbofadeez whispers into her ear and she freezes.

“What? Reci, what did she tell you?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Give it to me, I’ll give you everything, please!” Reci squeals.

The demon thrusts into her with a giddy grin.

“Elf wants bofadeez nuts!” The demon laughs as Reci’s skin turns a deep purple and a tail grows from the base of her spine.

Impossible! Silverblood’s information must have been a false lead!

“Yes, yes!~ Take me, Lord Quinn!~ Make me one of your personal demon whores!~”

With the horns sprouting from her head, Reci fully transforms into a demon, giddily riding Quinn’s cock. Her last act of betrayal is twofold, and you take advantage with gusto.

“She is lost, attack!” Abandoning concern for your former comrade, blades of poison, wind, and magic cascade onto the demons and you quickly go through the binding again. “Demon of this plane!—”

Quinn says something in Reci’s ear, the former pureblooded elf leans into embrace with a cackle of delight…then disappears. Your earpieces fizz ominously and cut to silence. Teleportation, tactically blocking communications…this may not be as simple as you thought. Regardless, she hasn’t moved outside the circle and the other squads are dealing with Haven.

The plan must proceed.

“We bind you forevermore to this realm—”

Your frontliners attack her to ensure she stays in the circle. Mortaria rushes Quinn from behind, swinging a poison construct axe at her back as Sharpslash swings a mighty sword spell onto the demon’s head.

“—our words, and our will!—”

Quinn leapfrogs over Mortaria and uses her legs to trip her before she rolls them out of the way of Sharpslash’s attack in a head scissors takedown, her clothes magically flinging themselves off her.

“We bind you—”

Sharpslash closes the distance and swings to decapitate. Quinn smiles and catches the construct sword in one hand and grabs Sharpslash by the throat with the other. All the while, Quinn’s tail slowly molests Mortaria, the poison mage struggling between her thighs as the demon’s cock rests on her forehead.

“—and name you: Quinn!”

Quinn mashes her lips against Sharpslash’s, the sword mage’s struggles melt away as she and Mortaria transform. You click your tongue. Where there were once proud elven warrior maidens are a pair of succubi, blue and green competing for red cock.

No matter. They were acceptable casualties.

“In your name, we command you to stop!”

Quinn does not stop.

Her tail plunges into Mortaria with gusto, the former poison mage loudly moaning and slurping between her legs as feminine juices spray from her sex. Sharpslash leans into Quinn’s embrace, humming as she fondles Quinn’s penis. The red demon opens a mirthful green eye and smiles wider.

Why isn’t this working? Did she deceive you again?

“If you’re trying to bind me, it won’t work.” Quinn breaks the kiss and rests her hand on Sharpslash’s cheek. She sucks Quinn’s thumb sensually and whimpers as she plays with the demon’s rod. “I’m built different.”

Then she is too powerful to be bound. No matter, you will have to satisfy yourself with her death. You make the signal and your remaining mages go on the offensive without any fear of holding back.

River summons a massive wall of holy water from her spatial artifact and sends the wave roaring towards the demon. Linkette and Mirage work together, the chain mage’s bladed chains blurring under Mirage’s handiwork. Mortaria and Sharpslash shrink away in fear of the looming wall of sanctified water, but Quinn just holds up a hand.

Shadow magic catches the real chains and the wave slows to a crawl. River frowns and tries to force it, but her control over the water seems contested. Your breath comes out in a fog as the attack freezes.

Literally, the water slows to a stop as a giant iceberg.

“Incredible…” Sharpslash’s tail whips about excitedly. “I knew devoting myself to you was the right choice~”

“Mmf!~” Mortaria asserts from between Quinn’s legs, the attacks having not slowed down Quinn’s tail in the least.

You, Mirage, River, and Linkette share a stupefied glance that shifts into horrible realization: that wasn’t innate magic.

Some madman taught a demon arcane magic.

This has turned from a binding to a fight for survival. Until the other squads send the signal that they’re holding the key structures hostage, you must fight for your lives, your souls, your chastity. Worse still, despite all her acrobatics, the demon has plainly remained in the center of the binding circle. She's playing with you.

You can only place your hope in the others.

You need to act normal.

You’re walking through the hallways, keeping your head on a swivel for anything odd. You’re supposed to infiltrate this school and discover where they keep their knowledge. There’s a weird haze on the edge of your awareness, like a voice in the back of your head that something is wrong.

It isn’t.

You first came here because you’re looking for information for the rival gang school, the Purity Front. If you don’t act normal, they may realize you don’t belong here.

You are Dirk of the Ivory Dagger squad club, and you just came out of your first class of the day. Head Teacher Sunday was bit cross with the captain class president because all of you were out of uniform, so he took her out of the armor and gave long lecture about proper dress codes as he bounced her on his cock.

He was still fucking on the desk when the bell rang.

“Fuck~ fuck~ I love demon cock!~ Fuck all your skinny elf dicks, demon cock is the best!~” Umbra gives everyone rude gestures as you file out the class, her thick ass clapping against the desk.

She always did act better than everyone else. Not that she had anything in the chest to be proud of, anyways. Still, you know Valthryn liked her, and he was heartbroken that Sunday had her first time instead of him.

You find the locker matching the key Sunday gave each of you on your way out. Right next to Valthryn’s apparently. You open yours and find the uniform: tight blue pants, with a tie, shoes and a vest to match, and a white shirt.

There’s a hole in the pants.

“What in the hells is this?” Valthryn grumbles. “They gave me a girl’s uniform!”

His locker has a red skirt with matching flats, vest, and tie, and a white shirt and pair of white stockings.

“You better put it on. We don’t want to get in trouble for breaching school dress code.” You leave your enchanted armor in the locker and get dressed.

“Fine. I’m not going to like it, though.” He grumbles as he puts on the uniform.

You stare at each other. His yellow eyes glare back at you and he runs his hands annoyingly through his blond hair. It suits him, somewhat; His slim body fits the uniform, though the tip of his dick pokes out from under the incredibly short skirt. At least he’s got something covering his, your cock is hanging out for all to see. You’d think it’s a wardrobe malfunction, but other male students also have their dicks out.

It's normal.

The first class you attend has you sitting at desks as a harpy with twin blue drill-tails teaches the different positions. She has a few male students practice on her and even demonstrates proper deepthroat techniques. Moonthorn makes a bit of a scene when she moans too loudly as she rides the dildo attached to her chair, so the harpy teacher pulls down her vest to swat her D-cups and twist her nipples until she’s a drooling mess.

The harpy finishes the class off by having the girls twerk at the front of the class as the boys jack off. The girls with flatter butts were given potions to give them a bit more plush, so Moonthorn’s ass is looking fine as she twerks a couple feet in front of you. She looks back and licks her lips, her too-small skirt barely hiding her salivating cunny.

“I’m telling you, they made a mistake.” Valthryn blushes, his asscheeks clapping as loudly as the other girls. “I’m supposed to have a men’s uniform.”

“You can discuss it with the Head Teacher at lunch.” The harpy frowns and slaps his ass with her wing. “Put your back into it!”

The class of girls twerking in front of the masturbating boys soon proves too much. You grunt and shoot ropes onto Moonthorn’s jiggling butt, eliciting shrieks of surprise. Class soon ends and the teacher, January, assigns the homework: the boys must cum inside at least three girls, and the girls must keep a vibrator in their ass for the rest of the day.

She personally pushes the first vibrator into Valthryn’s asshole as the bell rings.

“Wait, wai—HNNNG!~” His entire body shakes as the vibrator turns on, stimulating his prostate enough to stain his skirt in jism.

You leave him there as a couple of your male classmates gather around him and some other girls to get a head start on their homework.

On the way to your next class, you run into a green-haired elf with a ridiculously curvy body walking through the hallway carrying a carton of drinks. Used condoms hang from her garter belt and her tight panties are so thin her plump lower lips are visible. Her dim blue eyes focus on your dick and she prances your way, biting her overplump pink lips as her basketball-sized breasts struggle not to escape from her nipple sling.

“Like, wowzers! You’re going to your class like that?” She asks.

What is she talking about? This is the dress code. She pouts and fondles your dick. You just came, so you’re flaccid…

“This won’t do! Like, how can you stuff a bunch of sluts full of your yummy cummies if you’re soft?” She passes you a bottle. “Miss January says we can’t have anybody without an erect cock. Drink up!”

Wow! It was never this friendly at your last gang school. Mostly there was a lot of backstabbing, cliques, and dealing with your own issues. But here, everyone is getting along.

Girls kissing each other as she share a cock by the water fountain, a teacher with vibrators in her pussy helping correct a male student’s form as he fucks a dwarf girl in a full nelson, and now this bimbo is getting on her knees and kissing the base of your dick as you chug the drink.

A heat spreads from your stomach to your crotch, and your cock explodes in size. You gasp as each throb of your erection pushes it further than ever before. You grit your teeth as your balls clench, swelling in size to match your new dick size. Where you once had a respectable five-inch cock with walnut-sized testes, an eight-inch monster flops across the cooing bimbo’s face, her hands groping your apple-sized nuts.

She must have taken January’s class on deepthroating because she takes your entire length with a happy moan. She flutters her eyelashes and looks up at you devotedly as she gluts your cock, her tight throat massaging your rod until you feel the mounting pressure. You pull her head deeper and she squeaks in surprise, melting into your crotch as you shoot thick ropes into her stomach. A puddle of feminine juices spreads beneath her.

The bimbo’s lips try to latch on to your cock when you pull out of her. Her parted lips and hungry, half-lidded gaze tempt you…but the bell just rang, and you’re late for your next class. Your new cock flops just above the knees as you race to the classroom, but when you open the door, your heart drops.

A dozen or so greenskins, some with horns, stare at you hungrily. The name of the class is on the board: ‘Goblin Mating Practices’.

“You’re late.” The goblin succubus teacher is sitting on her desk and kicking her feet as a goblin student loudly licks her pussy. “Class, this will be the stud helping us today. His name is Dirk.”

“Hi, Dirk~” Your classmates croon.

You keep a sour expression off your face. You don’t like goblins, even if these shortstacks are easy on the eyes. The Purity Front had a no greenskin policy, on account of their savage and undignified ways.

Yet the students remain in their seats, and the teacher, Horsechestnut, hops off the table and thanks the blonde goblin cleaning out her pussy. In fact, Horsechestnut almost looks chaste in comparison to the other students, her black skirt reaching all the way to her knees. She’s incredibly polite when she has you stand in front of the class, too.

Saying “Please” and “Thank you” when she has you move around, demonstrate masturbation, and ejaculate in a jar to measure your output. She’s almost clinical when she marks on the jar is necessary to guarantee impregnation, twins, triplets…even congratulating you on the size of your emission. It’s a bit unprofessional that she chugged it down, though.

Your classmates are also more polite than you thought. Despite clearly wanting to jump your bones, they all listen attentively while they finger themselves. When Horsechestnut calls for a volunteer, they all raise their hands.

The blonde goblin wearing a lot of makeup is chosen, her ears wiggling similarly to an elf’s as she kisses the head of your cock. She doesn’t even need to crouch. You catch your breath when she deepthroats you in one fell swoop, her throat muscles massaging your cock more intensely than even the elven bimbo.

“Ghurk-ghurk-ghurk-ghurk—Hmmm~” She leans into your hand and hums as you struggle to form your question.

“Mi-Miss Horsechestnut? I heard there was a li-library?”

“There is. You can visit during lunch.” She points to two more students. “Lily, Gilli, attend to Dirk’s testicles.”

The pair of goblins hop off their chairs and they kiss at your swollen nutsack, a mountain of pleasure trembling at the precipice. They expertly keep you on the edge as they kiss, lick, and eventually suck your balls while you reach higher and higher peaks. You cum all at once, more jizz erupting from your cock than ever before. The goblin sucking you off swallows it all, or tries to, her stomach gurgling as it swells with your seed. The last rope fills her mouth until her cheeks fill, and a little bit escapes from her nose.

Gokkun.

She smiles, her makeup still as pristine as when she started.

Maybe goblins aren’t so bad.

The rest of the class passes quickly. Horsechestnut teaches you how to properly breed goblins, from using a mating press on Lily, doggystyle on Gilli, even carrying the blonde one on your cock until she’s swollen and leaking milk. Every time you cum inside a succubus the class cheers as she swells up, and a mortal goblin takes her place to ride your reinvigorated cock. Towards the end of class, you’re fucking Horsechestnut atop her desk as the goblins are splayed about in pleasurable after-hazes, jism leaking from their pussies.

The bell rings, but you aren’t finished yet!

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!

“Ahn~ O-okay everyone! Home-homework for the succubi: Ah~ Get! Pregnant!~”

You slap Horsechestnut’s ass and hilt inside her, shooting your hypervirile seed into her womb. Her eyes cross as she gasps, her stomach lifting her off the table and her thick hips widening enough to rip her black pantyhose. You slip your cock out of her and she keeps swelling, her fat goblin tits leaking milk through her blazer as they spill over the desk. She shudders and a jet of mixed sexual fluids squirts out with a moan.

“G-good job, Dirk. Enjoy your lunch~”

“Thank you, Miss Horsechestnut.”

There are more bimbos in the hallway than before, and quite a few elves that waddle around with their pregnant bellies poking through their strained vests. The halls are littered with puddles of sexual fluids, and you can’t go five feet without a woman stopping you for a taste of your cock. There’s a familiar face, the green-haired elf bimbo from before is naked and tied to the water fountain. She eagerly gives oral to anybody who goes for a drink.

You ignore all the horny women and find the library. It’s massive!

Too bad most of the shelves are empty. True, there’s a lot of books but they mostly seem to be fiction. A helpful librarian points you to the nonfiction section, and as you make your way there, your heart really isn’t in it. Purity Front was something you were proud of being a part of…but Haven seems a lot more causal. Relaxed.

You were never happy there.

And it’s true! You weren’t happy. Just…content to be making a difference. Even if that difference seemed to not involve sweet gobbo pussy.

“What is this pathetic cock?” A familiar voice snarls from the nonfiction section. “So tiny and useless! Give me a real cock, an equint’s, a minotaur’s, a demon’s!”

“I’m, like, sorry president Scornleaf!” An airheaded voice responds. “My teeny-tiny pecker is already all hard!”

You turn the corner and are surprised to find the prodigiously pregnant captain class president on her knees, angrily jacking off a blonde bimbo with two fingers. The bimbo shifts uncomfortably, her red skirt barely covering her massive ass and her bust straining against her slim vest as she shakes her waist closer to the incredibly pregnant Scornleaf.

Scornleaf’s scowl shifts when she sees you, flicking the bimbo’s pecker away carelessly.

“Owie!” The bimbo flinches as a watery spurt of jism squirts from her penis.

“Now there’s a cock! Only elven, but it will do. Dirk, as your class president, I command you to let me suck your cock!” She wraps her arms around her gargantuan bust, flicking her darkened nipples so that milk runs down her gravid body.

The bimbo turns around her jaw drops, her dim yellow eyes filling with hunger. That uniform, that hair…

“Valthryn?”

“Dirkie!” Valthryn bounces his bimbo body in place. “Yay! Can you give me cummies after Scornleaf? I want to be just as preggers as her!~”

“That’s impossible, you dumb broad!” Scornleaf snarls. “As I keep telling you, you don’t have a womb.”

“Aww…”

This is normal.

“Sure, Valthryn. You can masturbate while I take care of Scornleaf.” You approach them and aim your cock at Scornleaf’s face. “Then I can stuff you so full of cum you’ll look pregnant.”

“Yipee!” Valthryn claps her hands.

“Sh!” Somone two shelves over warns.

Right, library.

You quietly slip your cock between Scornleaf’s mountainous funbags and thrust into them, the class president lewdly sucking the tip of your cock as it pokes between her cleavage. Valthryn pinches and twists her nipples as she masturbates behind you, occasionally shooting a couple drops of clear cum onto Scornleaf’s gravid body.

All in all, a good morning at Haven’s school. And really, why would ever want to go back to the stuffy Purity Front?

You are Zephyr Highthane, and you are in deep trouble.

You suspected you were in trouble when Quinn revealed herself capable of arcane ice magic. You knew as much when she froze River with her own water, and electrocuted Linkette through her chains. She took the two mages and pushed them face-to-face to rut them with two cocks, corrupting them before your eyes as you and Mirage fled.

You thought the exit was behind you.

You were wrong. Somehow, the exit led to another hallway lined with rooms. Quinn’s palace has winding halls and scores of rooms, and on such a scale that even your air-empowered elven agility does not bring you to the end of it.

Each door you open is more terrifying than the last.

Imps drinking coffee at a poker table.

A group of what seemed to be children beating an effigy of you.

Succubi maids baking a cake.

Wide open sky, the goblin village you destroyed years ago lying in tatters far below.

A room with cages, chains, and far too much fuzz on the floor.

“What manner of torture chamber is this?” Mirage gasps.

“Where we’ll end up if we don’t escape.”

You keep running. The winding passages are confusing, but the taste of freedom is sweet in the air. You push away a lock of your white hair, too focused on escape to wonder why your hair is growing longer. The doors show even more ridiculous, dangerous, insane things.

The granary, except the inside is larger than the outside. Rows of men and women, many of which you recognized from the Lanterns, tied to posts and milked, bred, impregnated…as they beg for more.

Over a hundred grunts…conquered.

“This has to be an illusion.” Mirage swallows nervously. “It was supposed to be where they stored their food!”

“It is.” You realize, chest tightening. “We are the food.”

You keep running, stumbling about as your center of balance shifts. Your hands…not the worn hands of a 215-year-old man, but dainty, slender hands of an elven maiden. You feel your face, tracing your softening features and setting your jaw grimly.

“Archmage Zephyr…” Mirage gasps. “You’re—”

“Turning into a woman.” You can still feel your genitals between your legs, so the magic is not complete. “Is it an illusion?”

“I-I don’t know anymore. The village ruins were, for sure. But the others could be visions of what is happening in Haven. Her illusory magic surpasses mine.” She helps you up. “But if what we’ve seen is true, she intends to…turn us both.”

“We keep checking for exits.” You grit your teeth. “And we help whatever surviving squads do as much damage as possible before we retreat.”

Your shirt gets tighter, but you ignore it as you open the next door.

Ashen Mask squad in the middle of the stadium, fighting for their lives. Instead of hiding amongst the crowd, they’d been lured in the colosseum so their warriors could be picked off and raped by slimes, hellhounds, tentacle monsters…until eventually, the imps in the cheering audience joined in, swarming the warriors and fucking every hole they could find. Captain Greenhatchet sits in the middle, loudly moaning as a slime stuffs her holes and plays with her breasts.

Your thighs fill out your pants, straining your balls against the fabric uncomfortably. You growl and open the next door.

Ivory Dagger members walk around the school in lewd uniforms, rutting goblins, demons, and other ill-folk with casual expressions. The women show off their pussies in a vulgar manner, begging to be bred for homework, and the men are happy to oblige. Captain Scornleaf sits in a library, swollen like a beach ball and sucking dick as she fingers herself, spurts of milk erupting from her nipples every few seconds.

Your cock strains even more against your pants and you slam the door shut.

The next door reveals the hospital, the various members of Obsidian Shield frozen in place. They are incapable of moving, yet patients and demons use them to hold medicine, coats, hats. Those who opened their mouths to scream in terror are stuck cleaning dicks. The most unlucky are those being used as experiments, their bodies changed in obscene ways. Captain Peachflower is tied to a pole, her breasts having grown bigger than the rest of her body, the great mounds of titflesh resting comfortably on the floor. Yet she can only strain at her restraints to beg the demons fucking her nipples to go faster.

You’re walking to the next door when the seams on your pants rip, your butt having grown too large to fit.

“Archmage, maybe we should—” Mirage’s hand squeezes around your waist.

“No.” Your feminine, mewling voice grates you. “One of these has to be an exit.”

The next door almost seems like a chance, a wall of white…only for you to see the Stonecloak squad to land into the lake in a splash. They broke in, but there is no enemy to fight, nor gold to plunder. Just demonic sexual fluids. Within moments, they’re groping each other and rutting inside the fluid, a few imps flying down to join them.

“Of course their treasury is more of this.” You growl.

As if to mock your further, your bust rips through your shirt. Your Venusian body is nearly exposed, the tattered remains of your clothes barely covering your chastity. You stomp to the next door and swing it open, only the barest flame of hope galvanizing you.

For naught.

Moonshadow squadron is just outside the weapons depot, hanging from vines, their swollen bellies gurgling malignantly. The men cum as they push ribbed vegetables out their asses, the women squeal as they do the same from both holes. Every time one of them seems to be done, glistening fibrous tentacles shoot back inside them, eliciting screams of ecstasy as it pumps more legumes inside them. Captain Splendor is in the worst state; her breasts and stomach are as big as Captain Peachflower’s, except her tongue is lolled out and her eyes are rolled back. The only sign of life is when she shudders and sprays from her holes as she births small tentacle creatures from her nipples and pussy.

You close the door slowly. Mirage lays a comforting hand on your shoulder. She’s never been this reassuring, though you’ve never suffered such a devastating loss. Her hand rubs your shoulder and slides down, down, down…until she gropes your breast.

She smiles.

“You’re not Mirage, are you?”

“Well…” Not-Mirage smirks, and the illusion melts away.

No hallways, no doors, and heavy shadows hang from every surface. You never left the throne room.

Quinn smiles back at you, but the one grabbing your breast is Mirage…or what’s left of her, the blue demon panting as she holds her gravid belly in the other hand, impaling herself on Quinn’s cock like a bitch in heat. She looks up at you and licks her lips, silvery eyes drinking in your feminine body.

“Ze-Zephyr! Being a demon is the best!~ Carrying Quinn’s child…I feel so happy!~” You back away, but the whore doesn’t care; she grabs her own breast and gropes herself until beads of milk run down her breasts. “Join usssss!~”

You bring your magic to bear, but before you could even begin the incantation—

“Hyap!”

“Ghurk!”

A chain wraps around your arms and throat, pulling you to the ground.

“Meet my new bodyguards-slash-maids.” Quinn grips the moaning Mirage’s hips to thrust into her harder. “Battlemaids? Eh, doesn’t matter. You should recognize them.”

A deep blue demon approaches you from the shadows.

What was once Mortaria is now a blue-skinned demon. Her toxic purple eyes are accentuated by the noxious purple tongue dangling from her mouth, occasionally wrapping around her breast to squeeze it. What grabs your attention most is the glowing purple cock between her legs. She brings you to your feet, her cock and tongue brushing against bare skin and igniting a fire of lust underneath your skin.

“Lictaria, formerly Mortaria.” Quinn says. “I thought the poison tongue could use a bit of symmetry.”

A purple demon wearing nothing but a radio mage’s headphones joins her, Reci striding forwards to confidently show off the vibrators taped to her nipples, around her pussy, and along the glans of her cock. She rests it on your ass, and you struggle not to squirm as she leans closer to whisper in your ear.

“I can’t wait to make you sing.”

“Wait your turn, bitch.” Lictaria snaps her tongue across Reki, the pair devolving into lusty purrs as they paly with each other’s bodies.

“Now girls…” River joins them and your eyes widen in surprise. “I thought we all agreed Lord Quinn would be first.”

She’s a deeper blue than Lictaria, but her body is drastically different than when you last saw her. Her tits are the size of beach balls, hanging all the way down to her massively engorged crotch. Her cock wags between her breasts, a shiver of delight running through her every time it bounces between them. Her pussy lips are as big as hot dog buns, a constant trickle of arousal flowing down her thigh gap, and you can’t help but wonder what sort of monster would fit snugly inside her cunt.

“Ya.” Linkette says from behind you, the chains around your throat slackening.

You feel her before you see her, and your question is answered. A cockhead the size of a fist rests on your tailbone, and a spike of fear claims you when you look at her. The blonde elf is now a green demon with a two-foot long dick, her ample behind and thighs having grown some more to support the strength it would take to thrust such a monster. At least she’s the only one wearing clothes, as much as chains wrapped around her modest bust and between her legs can be called ‘clothes’.

“Obviously, she’s going to go for my dick first, Linkette.” Sharpslash proudly walks in.

No, absolutely not! Her member is covered in quills. Not sharp, but the texture alone would drive anyone insane. Sharpslash smirks your way and flexes her kegels, the nubs covering her cock expanding. You try to squirm away, but they hold you tight as Sharpslash gets close enough to rest her cock against your stomach…and kiss you on the mouth. Your struggles weaken, a rush of need filling you and you flinch, the pain of her biting your lip breaking you free.

“The pheromone filtration spell should wear off soon.” Mirage reappears as she did before. “We should make things easier for Zephyr until then.”

“Mirage…” Quinn chuckles and closes the circle around you. “Why are you lying? You probably want Zephyr to be just as debased as you.”

Mirage’s illusion fades over half her body and you gasp. The illusory half is her chaste, elven self…but the demon under the illusion is tailfucking herself vigorously as she jacks off, piercings on her septum, popped belly button, and even her milky nipple jingling obscenely as she pleasures herself. Several used condoms matching the colors of the other demons are attached to her piercings, the contents bulging dangerously close to you.

“Ah~ Yes, Lord Quinn!~ I’m just~ so horny!~”

“I knew I should have turned you after you gave birth.” Quinn sighs. “Who knows how long you’ll be incubating that demon.”

“I’d say long enough to turn Zephyr into a cock-hungry slut.” Lictaria smirks and jacks herself off.

“Ha!” Linkette agrees, rubbing the length of her cock torturously between your asscheeks.

“You will not break me.” You bite your bottom lip. “I am not yet fully female; you cannot turn me.”

The horny demons giggle, their throbbing cockheads rubbing against your body, leaving trails of pre tingling on your skin. Then, they jump upon you like piranhas, tearing the last strips of your clothes away until you are fully bare. You stifle a screech as they grab your massive mammaries and run their tongues over your body, the seven demons playing with your body as their hands close around your cock.

Quinn is behind you now, rubbing her slick rod alongside Lictaria’s and Linkette’s around your round ass cheeks. Rekti and Mirage rub their cocks along River’s nipples, the latter switching between kissing Mirage and Nicegash as they all grope and knead each other’s voluptuous curves. Quinn reaches around, dark magic collecting at her finger tips and circling around your member.

Something squeezes painfully around the base of your cock. Your penis…is in some sort of containment spell. A cage?

“There, there…” Quinn whispers in your ear. “That’s all right. Just don’t enjoy this too much… the more you enjoy this, the more of your penis you’ll lose.”

And she plunges into your tight pucker.

Quinn laughs madly, grabbing you by your arms and buttfucking you gleefully. The other demons watch lasciviously, groping and playing with their obscene bodies before turning on each other. River humps her cock between her massive breasts, coos turning to moans as the Rekti and Lictaria shove their dicks into the massive mounds she mashes together. The pair kiss and shudder, futa nut overflowing from River’s breasts just as Linkette shoves her titanic rod inside her. Linkette’s pussy doesn’t go untended for long, Mirage lining up behind her and thrusting into the wide-hipped green demon. Nicegash is the last to join, winking your way and showing off her textured member before slowly inserting herself into the pregnant demon. She rubs her pregnancy and increases her pace to match the others, the squirming flesh quills on her cock driving Mirage insane with pleasure.

Quinn forces you to watch them, her cock spearing through you and slamming against your prostate as you struggle not to enjoy it. Your eyes roll back and you feel your testes swelling as climax after climax is arrested at the base of your dick.

“Fuuuuck~! Your nipple cunts are too fucking tight!” Lictaria slaps her tongue across a blushing River’s face. “I might just cum inside them so much you’ll be birthing imps through your tits like that dumb whore Peachflower!”

“Haha! Your entire boob is jiggling with my vibes!” Rekti grabs two fistfuls of River’s overflowing titflesh. “I hope I don’t lose one inside you!~”

“Ah~ Yes!~ Use my nipples!~ Use my massive cunt!~” River begs. “I can feel you all the way inside me!~”

“Linkette!~” Mirage squeals as she pulls at her nipples. “Carry my child!~ We can wear matching nipple piercings!~”

“You’re such a horny slut, Mirage!~” Nicegash slaps her preggo belly. “Whatever monster Quinn fucked into you, Imma drown in my jizz!~ It’s going to be mine!~”

“Hyatt!” Linkette strains her massive cock inside River, the impression shuddering between her tits as she throws her head back, and the demon fuckfest cums all at once.

A spray of femcum, jizz, and in Mirage’s case, milk erupts in every direction, some of which lands on you. You’re struggling not to fall to pleasure…and failing. Your plump pink lips part, clenched teeth showing in a last, desperate act of defiance. But your eyes are rolling back, your asshole burns with pleasure, and every part of your skin exposed to the demonic fluids hungers for more.

You will not fall! You cannot! You don’t even have the—

You gasp, feeling something open beneath your nutsack. A freshly formed pussy, drooling with want, further excited with every bounce of your body against Quinn’s length. The demonettes watch with evil grins, their lengths stiffening once more. A delayed climax hits you and you scream in ecstasy, stream after stream of feminine juices squirting from your new sex. And yet, the pressure in your cock builds, painfully, inevitably…

Quinn brings you back up to her face, wrapping an arm around your neck as her other hand trails down your body. You gasp when she fondles your tits, struggle as she tracing her fingers over where your fresh womb now rests, and bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming, begging, falling when her fingers cup your balls.

They are swollen to the size of grapefruits, throbbing red painfully. Your former subordinates play with their cocks and lick their lips, gazes affixed on the chastity cage.

“No, no…”

“I can tell, Zephyr…that you want to cum.” She whispers in your twitching ear. “How many inches do you think you’ll lose?”

You open your mouth to respond. The cage disappears and you squeal like a whore as Quinn grabs your cock and jacks you off, rope after rope of jism shooting from your tortured member and onto the waiting bodies of the demons.

They purr, they moan, and they laugh, your cock shrinking with every thick strand of cum. Seven inches, five, three, one…until not even a baby prick remains. Only a salivating, virgin pussy.

Burning with a desire to be filled.

Quinn pulls out of your ass, your knees trembling as a waterfall of spooge follows. She rests her hot cock underneath your gushing entrance. The fire of desire spreads throughout your body, blush growing from your cheeks to your ears as your former subordinates cackles and lick each other clean.

“Will you devote yourself to me?” Quinn purrs. “Your soul, your name, everything?”

“Y-yes!~” The last vestige of you screams as the horny woman you’ve become answers. “Make me your whore!~ Turn me into a demon and rut me until I can no longer think! Just take my soul and fuck me!~”

“I don’t want your soul…yet. I think I’ll just take your magic.” She answers, and something integral to you leaves.

You…don’t know magic anymore. She took your air magic away. You’re nothing but a horny, powerless, elven maid. The demons close ranks, rubbing their fat cocks with lewd grins. You scream in ecstasy, in joy, in acceptance when Quinn takes your virginity. Your world melts into pleasure.

For next hours, you are nothing buta plaything to them. Quinn and Lictaria spitroast you as the other shoot ropes over your body. Rekti buzzes your mind into submission as Linkette’s cock spreads your asshole open a couple inches, bouncing between the tow of them like a cum-stuffed sandwich. You struggle to breathe under River’s gargantuan tits, fellating her as River fucks your tits and Nicegash’s squirming cock rearranges your inner walls.

You’re riding one of them, sucking off a delicious cock as you jack off another two when Quinn snaps her fingers and you find yourselves elsewhere. You don’t care, though; you need to ride that cock harder, stuff that dick deeper down your throat, jack them off until your entire body is stained white!~

“By the way, I already have a kid named Zephyr…so you’ll stay nameless for now.” You blink blearily, Quinn’s words barely piercing through the haze of pleasure. “I’ll swing by again…eventually. I’m hoping this nonstop gangbang will show me what too much demon corruption can do to a mortal body.”

You cum, another creampie filling your womb with that incredible feeling of fullness.

You’re not a demon…but that’s okay! You can still enjoy demon cock! You can still suck it, and ride it, and gag on it, and chug down the addicting jizz…

Forever.