House of Temptation – 5 [❤️]

You’ve never been one for the easy way. Your first memories are as a thieving little brat in the pits of Nancy’s Tavern. Your life was set between becoming a dealer, a pirate, a whore…or a corpse.

You are Grace, and being a scrawny prostitute doesn’t pay much. But you’re alive and working for a good boss. Even if the place is weird.

Your first days were full of rumors. First a strange buyer, then a good boss, and now a mysterious boss. He built something under the whorehouse, and business got good.

And it’s revealed to you: a portal to someplace called Haven opened. And there are…strange beings. Next thing you hear was that there was an incident at a casino. The boss’ girl caused a mess and they got banned.

Rumor had it his girl had a cock.

You wondered how that was possible. Flat out refused it as a crazy story. A chick with a dick? Impossible.

Or so you thought.

Until Check came by with a crazed look in her eyes. She said she was running inspections on all the workers. Which is fine, sure. Thanks to her and the boss, nobody has crotchrot for more than an hour. Heck, the boss even caught a case of dickworms before anything really bad happened.

So you pull down your pants and let the elf do her thing. She’s always been professional before, usually quick and efficient even as her ears burn red. To be honest, you got off a bit on her embarrassment. People don’t exactly go out of their way to buy your services, so it was nice that you could affect someone like that.

She got a bit handsier than usual…Okay, a lot handsier.

As it, she pulled her cock out and fucked you against the wall until you were a drooling mess begging for more. After she was done with you, she hurried off and had her way with a dozen other girls. You never thought she had it in her!

Check’s secret was out. Just as the rumors were swirling, she called each of you into her office and apologized by offering massive bonuses. The woman who gave you the best dicking of your life acted like a completely different person once she got it out of her system! The other working girls took the money happily, but you…you remembered how she looked when she thrusted into you.

You wanted some of the action.

You pressed her about it. A lot. She eventually cracked and admitted it was from beyond the portal. When you asked him, Boss Rumpelstiltskin admitted that you could get one too if you wanted it.

You did.

It was super embarrassing to come back with a working cock. Thankfully, you weren’t the only one. Suzerain came back as Suzie, but she was more distracted by her new tits than by her dick to really talk. Any time you tried to bring up the subject, you’d end up feeling each other up and having sex. Even with the training the boss had you go through, you weren’t sure you’d be able to get over the awkwardness as easily as Suzie.

Until you met her. She wore riches and strode into the brothel like she owned the place. Her imperial gaze, her beautiful body, her regal nose…it’s like she’s a princess that stepped out of the pages of an equint fairy tale.

November.

You and her got along. Mostly, you followed her like a lost puppy and she had you fluff up her clients.

It wasn’t until she went on break that you realized that she was a demon. It scared you at first, but she offered to take you under her wing. She promised that you’d make bank with her help.

November did not lie.

At first, she taught you the basics of seduction. The different types of seduction, how to apply makeup properly, all the subtle touches and movements that would make someone want you. Then she helped you advertise yourself, dressing and decorating you in a way to draw attention to your assets.

You never got so many clients, man or woman, until you wore the blue cocksleeve she got you.

You wanted to thank her, so you gave her a cut of your profits. She really liked that.

Enough to invite you to Haven.

November didn’t just make you a better prostitute. She made sure you could enjoy sex again, not as a job, but as a passion. Of course, you said yes. Before you went through the portal, November stopped you and held you by your hands. For the first time, she lowered her head so you could meet here, eye-to-eye.

“Grace. I am about to bring you into a realm of pleasure. Ordinarily, you would pay for the privilege, but you are joining me as more than a guest, but a member of my harem.” She kept her hands clasped over yours. “As a person of my entourage, you will be expected to prove yourself worthy of my affections.”

You weren’t sure what a harem was, but you knew that whatever came your way, you were willing to prove yourself. You nodded resolutely, and November graced you with one of her rare smiles.

“Very well.” She kissed you on the forehead. “My riches are yours, and your riches are mine.”

You blushed, wondering if you agreed to some sort of marriage.

November pulled you through the portal. After making sure you read all the rules, she called a carriage pulled by creatures that looked a lot like the three minitaurs that came through the portal a while back. They pulled the carriage into the air and you gaped as you looked over Haven.

You’ve never seen a city before, but you doubted most places had buildings that reached as high as those in Haven. A vast forest extended beyond the city, disappearing into the fog. Most impressive were the flying houses that floated close to a massive palace decorated with statues of a variety of beautiful women.

“Yes, Lord Quinn’s palace is quite extravagant.” November tapped your chin with her finger. “Though mine is nothing to scoff at, either.”

The carriage swooped around a majestic flying palace made from slate and sandstone, with large arches and looming columns. You find yourself gently deposited in the atrium, and a group of people trickle from the palace. They are dressed like November, in light silks decorated with jewels and gold, though none of them wear anything as expensive as her.

Aside from their clothes, the first thing you notice is how varied they are. You spot demonic elves, humans, equints, dwarves, but also short green creatures, bipedal dogs, and three cat-like people. Thankfully, you’re not the only non-demon there, but their clothes seem far tamer than the demons’.

November steps out of the carriage and holds out her hand to help you down, your face flushing as you realize you’re still dressed in your work clothes.

You step down, and rather than getting angry at your salacious clothing, most of them seem almost…bored. Until your erection slips past your skirt.

“A futanari!” One of them gasps.

That’s how you found yourself part of November's harem, one of the richest organizations in Haven.

Goldwing leaves the building in a huff, throwing you a red-eyed glare as he takes to the air with his bodyguards. You, Sunday, personally find the harpy Pirate Lord distasteful. A few minutes later, the other two Pirate Lords and Rumpelstiltskin join you.

“Crusoe,” Missy doesn’t turn her head as you join them, “why did you let him in?”

Quinn’s request is the only reason you didn’t use illusions to trick him into going into another building. As always, her curiosity makes things riskier than they need to be. Missy’s biting words are aimed at you, but she’s glaring at Rumpelstiltskin.

You’re prepared to take the fall when Quinn speaks up.

“That was my bad.” The harpy bashfully admits. “I wanted to see what he’d do.”

“Did you think he’d get, huhuhe, pepper-sprayed?” Oom chuckles.

“I knew something would happen. Just not your pipe doing that. What is that, an enchantment?”

“Trade secret, bro.” Oom smirks and holds up a book. “I hope you don’t mind us testing this before I tell you more.”

It appears that the negotiations went well. You’d wish they’d hurry up, you left November’s people responsible for guarding the House of Temptation. They are capable, though less discrete than you’d wish. Since November introduced that one futa to her harem, incubi like Foxglove and Quince have been raring to prove themselves.

The incubi aren’t exactly discrete; they tend to overpower their opponents rather than influence them. They are spoiled, but they are your youngers.

Hopefully, they won’t sodomize the next violent customer. At least, not enough that some hypnotism wouldn’t cure them of their trauma.

You arrive at a nearby dock, an all-female crew loading the last of the cargo. Water, food, spare canvas, and some bales of ‘dank kush’ they intend on trading at whatever port is friendly to pirates. A few of the crew members whisper to each other as they notice you approach.

“Is that the Ganja Queen?”

“And the Shaman…”

“Hush, that’s the pimp from House of Temptation!”

“That high class joint? Following is the butler dem—”

“Quiet! He’s already turned Mipha into a whore…”

Mipha is a minotauress that you may have spent too much time with. She was originally a powerful enforcer sent by Xernsis to worm her way into your entourage and pull information from you.

She admitted everything after a particularly long night in your bed, hearts in her eyes and ropes of your jizz slathered all over her body. She quickly applied for a position at the House of Temptation and is one of your hardest employees. In a matter of days, her image as a burly femme fatale crumbled. You’re not even sure Xernsis is taking the information you’re having her feed him seriously.

Maybe facefucking her for two hours straight jumbled her head a bit…

“’Sup.” Oom waves to the crew. “We’re going to test something out, ‘kay?”

She pulls out the summoning book and flips through a couple pages. She settles on a few, then instructs a few onlookers to help her paint the circles. It takes them a couple tries, the geometry of the ritual circles needing to be exact, but they manage to draw it properly. Finally, she takes the vial Rumpelstiltskin offers and flicks a few drops of semen onto the circle.

“Let’s see…Really, that’s all I have to say?” Oom mumbles. “‘Clove, come forth and be bound!’”

Nothing happens. Oom raises an eyebrow.

“Give him a minute.” Rumpelstiltskin explains. “If he wasn’t able to be summoned, the circle would glow red. The lag is because the circle is set up so that he has to come clothed.”

“Weird.” Oom comments. “So they’d come quicker with other circles, ones that don’t force clothing?”

“Most demons come quicker without clothes.” The harpy confirms just as a white cloud forms over the circle.

A sweet smell spreads throughout the area, one that Quinn described as akin to ‘bubblegum’ and Clove the incubus pops into existence. He pumps his fist and jumps in the air, party streamers fluttering off him.

“Yes! First summon!” He straightens when he notices that you are staring his way with mild disapproval. “Uh, I mean…summoner, what are your conditions?”

Magical runes circle around his neck. When he agrees to the terms, they’ll materialize as a necklace. Quinn personally tested the summoning rituals on you, and you can confirm that refusal or breaking the conditions would de-summon you immediately. Of course, breaking the terms of the contract comes with a massive penalty to your DESIRE stores, so it would be best to follow them.

Clove doesn’t relax as Oom inspects him, nor when she begins setting conditions with Missy’s help. The typical fare: no harming crew members, no turning them into demons, using spells to reduce the effect of his pheromones, following the captain’s orders, assisting the crew however he can…

It’s a smaller airship, with about forty sailors. Not too much for Clove, though Missy recommends Oom summon one or two more demons for the voyage so there’s no scheduling conflicts. Oom agrees, summoning Cactus the dwarf and Hibiscus the elf.

As Oom finishes up the last ritual, the captain of the ship slides next to her and expresses her worries.

“Oom, um, is this safe? There are rumors…”

Oom shows her the description for the three incubi. Her eyes widen and she clamps her mouth shut as a blush climbs up the equint’s neck to her cheeks.

“Don’t worry, just make sure you limit yourselves to once a week.” Oom flips through a few more pages to King’s entry. “This one seems like he’d be good after a bowl. I like me a man who can eat, y’know?”

You stay long enough to see them off. The incubi seem to be kept at a distance on the boat, but you know that won’t last long. You expect them to be close with most of them by the time they return next month.

Oom goes off on her own, chuckling to herself as she smokes from her pipe. You and Missy head back to her base, Rumpelstiltskin following so that he can watch you both walk.

“They seemed to respect you.” Missy notes.

“I told you I had a high position.”

“Forgive me for not trusting the words of a demon.”

“You are forgiven.”

“Hm.”

Rumpelstiltskin’s DESIRE cuts through the tension between you two like a knife. Quinn’s voice in your minds doesn’t help.

<Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!>

You and Missy send a glare backwards. You snap your fingers and manifest a censor bar between you and the possessed harpy. Quinn could get horny from looking at a slightly suggestive rock for too long.

You’re not exaggerating, those statues she has of herself are splattered with her juices.

“Kyyaaaaaa! Help!” A voice cries from a nearby alleyway.

You know that voice. Cerulean.

Your investment!

Rushing into the alleyway, you sample the familiar DESIRE and frown. It’s increasing, which never happens when someone is in trouble. You find Cerulean backed into a wall, the equint stripped down to her rags and protecting what little modesty she has as a trio of pirate close in. She lights up when she spots you and pushes the pirates away to jump into your arms.

“Oh, Robinson!” She jumps up and you scramble to catch her in a princess carry.

She swoons in your arms and you’re left staring at three pirates whose expressions go from angry to confused to scared in a matter of seconds.

“Robinson?” One of the pirates chimes in. “As in, the House of Temptation’s mage butler? Lady, we agreed to help you get your boyfriend to jump in and knock some sense into us…but we didn’t sign up for this!”

“Yeah, my ass still hasn’t recovered from the last time we went to the House of Temptation!”

“It hasn’t recovered because you went back to get pegged!” The third slaps the second on the back of the head.

You stare at Cerulean, the equint hanging from your neck with hearts in her eyes. When you glance back up at the pirates and they back away. They likely assumed you are angry from your stern expression.

RBF strikes again.

You know them. Surly drunks, but not nearly among the worst Nancy’s Tavern has to offer. After that one time, they became repeat customers. From what you gather, the three get into often trouble through their money-making schemes. Not enough to get their limbs chopped off, but enough to have gathered a reputation.

Missy chooses that moment to follow you into the alley. She glances from Cerulean, to you, and to the three pirates. Her face slowly pinches.

“Oh great…”

“Well, we’re boned.”

Missy sends them a scathing glare, then moves aside and motions for them to leave. They scurry off, thankful to not be turned into spiders. Cerulean giggles and kicks her feet, pointedly ignoring Missy as she traces your jawline.

“Okay,” Missy finally sighs, “this besotted woman is the third this week. I’m getting tired of all these incubus semen addicts throwing themselves into compromising situations around you.”

“That’s…”

You don’t have the words to refute her. You’ve managed Lady Quinn’s properties on Nancy’s Tavern for a while now, and sometimes had to stay for longer periods. As a being of habit, it was only natural for your paramours to figure out your routes. Their DESIRE made it obvious they were following you, but you never thought they’d go so far…

First the ‘stuck in a cat door’ bit, then the ‘Oh no I tripped’ ploy… Yet Cerulean’s was the most egregious by far. Still, this isn’t necessarily a pattern.

“Two or three outliers—"

“Hey look what I found!” Rumpelstiltskin drags a familiar minotaur cow into the alley. “Found her swinging from a lamppost, a block down our route!”

Mipha is tied up like a prize ham, blushing as her erect nipples dribble milk. Her arousal is short-lived, she sees both Missy and Cerulean, the latter sticks out her tongue. You rub your head and sigh.

Perhaps it is time you officially form your harem, before one of your women endangers herself trying to get your attention.