The Collector was many things. A being from the stars beyond, essentially a God by virtue of his power alone, ageless beyond what mortals could even conceive or calculate, but, more important of all, he was a brat.

A horny brat.

With a disappointed sigh, a prepubescent-looking entity wandered the halls of his Castle, hoping to the rhythm of a song long forgotten by everyone except him. He was looking for King, his only buddy in all of existence, but so far, no luck.

Could he just make him appear in front of him? Yeah, but King had taught him that people needed space, and he knew that, of course! It's just that all this time imprisoned in that damn mirror had fucked with him in ways that words could not correctly put together.

Actually, he was pretty sure that even some of his asshole brothers would have gone crazy there. But not him! He was better! Smarter! More resourceful than any of those dickheads put together!

…Even if he had only managed to count up to fifty-five octodecillion or so before he had to start all over again with the counting.

Not a great time. Boring beyond words and suffocatingly lonely. Which is why he promised that when he got out of there he was gonna do exactly what someone his age should do.

Meaning: Go out and get some bitches.

The Titans were sick bros, but they were asexual, and back then, there weren't a lot of ladies around, but now? Now there were a lot of witches, demons, and anything in between! It was great!

Now, if he could get King to join him in anything besides playing The Owl House, that would be great. He loved playing as much as the next immortal creature, but sometimes you need release.

Case in point.

"Slutdalia!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, stomping on the floor with enough strength to make the walls around him shake with the force of the impact. However, they stood strong, and any damage that may have happened was fixed with a snap of his fingers.

In no time, The Collector was able to hear the sound of high heels hurrying towards him, and he smiled smugly as the one causing that sound appeared before him.

"Lord Collector!" Normally, 'Lord' would be such a dull and boring title, but from his number one MILF? He let it slide. "What do you desire? A blowjob? A titjob? Want me to suck your nuts? Maybe jerk you off while you suck on my big saggy tits? Anything you desire, consider it done, My Lord!"

From what King had told him, Slutdalia - previous name Odalia - was some big shot from some business, completely ruthless on her quest to succeed and willing to use even her family to go ever higher. But that was before he came and fucked her silly, of course!

The green-haired witch was kneeling in front of him, her forehead touching the ground much like her tits. The woman had a body to die for despite her age, but for some reason, she always used some ugly clothes to hide it, so when she started to work under him, The Collector gave her exactly what a fat-ass bitch needed: a two-piece swimsuit that just barely covered her nipples and crotch, but that in return allowed him to enjoy the show that was seeing her go.

The purple high heels were her idea, and he approved wholeheartedly. He also made sure to request she kept her hair in that bun, as it added to the complete contrast between what she once was - a proud. businesswoman - and what she was now - a common, breeding whore-.

"Hmmmmm…" For a second, he thought about it, mental flashes of each scenario appearing in his mind, making him go from flaccid to hard-rock in less than a second. "Nah."

The short answer had a great effect on the witch, who raised her head from her kneeling position on the ground to look at him like some kicked duck. At the start, Slutdalia tried to keep a regal appearance, using something called makeup and covering her lack of clothing in clever ways…

But that came to a stop after the first month or so. The quadruple cock he had used to stretch her ass and pussy to the limit at the same time may have broken something inside of her, but who cares?

"B-but, My Lord." She pathetically whined, almost drooling at the sight of his dick in his pants, but knowing better than trying to go for it without his permission, "You didn't fuck my old cunt yesterday either. A-a-and you only allowed me to sniff your musky, divine cock-smell."

Heh, this reminded him of when she only referred to his prick as a 'penis'. That came to a stop pretty quickly.

"And?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, hands behind him. "Should I not let you even do that today?"

The sheer terror that appeared on the mortal's face was funny beyond belief and the way she slammed her forehead back in the ground, while also raising her hips up in the air, moving it left and right like a bitch asking to be fucked right then and there.

"No! Please, Lord Collector, anything but that!" She blurted out with regard for decorum or self-respect. "I can't live without your mighty, juicy, powerful cock anymore!"

" Wow, I really made a mess out of her, didn't I? Not bad for being my first time! " Before getting traped, he was already waiting to get his hand into some bitch with a tight pussy, the time-out had only increased his already high libido to a new level. He couldn't even jerk off there! It was the worst!

"Ok, ok. Jeez, woman." He finally gave in with a roll of his eyes, starting to levitate and crossing his arms and legs, thinking for a second about what to do now. "You know what? Let's go play my fucktoys a visit, and if, and only if, you pick a hole that pleases me, then I will give you all the semen you could ever want!"

Wasn't he a benevolent fuckfriend?

"A-are you serious, My Lord?" The depraved woman asked with tearful eyes of happiness. "Are you jesting with this poor, horny hag?"

"Nope!" He made an emphasis on the 'p' with his mouth. "Enough to drown in it, if you want!"

Should he be worried that the witch seemed to consider the idea for half a second?

"Then let's go!" She blurted out, quickly standing up and gesturing towards him in the general direction of the Playroom. "I will do my best for you, and your long and beautiful cock."

"I'm sure you will, Slutdalia." He replied, levitating towards the room slowly, and letting his hand fall on the juicy ass of the woman, fingers sinking in that bountiful meat with greed. "I'm sure you will…"

After a short visit to the Toy Store, The Collector, and Slutdalia were currently in the Playground. What was the Playground? Well, it was a place that he was able to freely modify to his every whim at any given moment. Yes, he could do that with any room, but where was the fun of that?

Right now, the giant room resembled Belos's Throne Room, with the difference that there wasn't a beating heart behind him and that there was more light overall. Oh, and instead of boring paintings and admittingly cool weapons, there were all kinds of objects that made fucking all the more fun, from double-sided dildos to buttplugs, and other things all the way to anal beans.

…And yes, maybe a Dildo Sword, but The Collector hasn't found the right moment to use that.

Comfortably sitting on his golden throne, he patiently waited for the old bitch to finish putting everything in place, killing time meanwhile by swinging his short legs back and forth while wondering where his best pal was.

"My Lord…" Slutadalia called his attention with a bow. Then, and only then, he focused his attention on the three figures that stood next to the Witch.

Three female bodies stood next to each other, each one with a different height, skin color, and body shape, but all sharing the same distinctive trait: Being dolls. Sex Dolls, to be more specific.

Actually, they would easily be mistaken for some stress relief fuckthings if, with their exaggerated proportions and cocksucking lips, it wasn't because of the clearly off details here and there. It was hard to say exactly what they were made of, mainly because The Collector had molded them into a material that no one in this realm should know, but he guessed people would compare it with some strange mix between actual wood and what some humans casually called plastic.

The result was something that was strangely comforting, somewhat uncanny, and yet still alluring to gaze at. The face was particularly mesmerizing, if he say it as well, after all, he had made sure to send an indescribable amount of pleasure during the moment of transformation, resulting in their facial expressions being forever trapped in a state of ecstasy beyond words; some of them more dignified than others.

Silently, he gestures to Slutdalia to explain her reasoning, and as the businesswoman she once was, she doesn't waste a single second.

"Catelyn Lustus, also known as Cat! An A-Grade student from the now defunct Hexside!" She began, taking the brown girl with short hair by the chin and moving her forward. "Member of the Grudgby Team known as the Banshees-"

He didn't know what that was, so, by default, it was boring.

"However, her main charm doesn't reside there!" Slutdalia continued, suddenly manifesting a pair of glasses from somewhere and putting them quickly on the unresponsive witch.

"A nerd…" The Collector commented with interest, inspecting the doll once again with that simple, yet effective change. By what Slutadalia was explaining, she must have been popular to some extent before the transformation, but right now, all he could see was a nerdy-looking girl with a bubble-butt ass, perky tits, and long, toned legs. None of those things should work together or come out naturally, but with the power of magic, all of it was possible.

"Yes, yes!" The old Witch affirmed excitedly. "Please, try it! I'm sure that she would love to serve you!"

There were still two other sluts to review, one really BBW girl with a cute, very corruptible face, and some bitch went that above a MILF and easily entered the category of GILF, the impediments of age only being countered by the magic he had used to make every last one of them into his strike zone, one way or another.

With that in mind, he should probably stop, and properly check out the two of others before going as far as starting something that would take a long and hard time to put to an end.

…But The Collector was never well known for thinking that far ahead.

A snap of his fingers was all that it took for a shower of primordial energy to cover the Doll from head to toe, and a second was all that it needed for the magic to show its effects. A moment ago, a lifeless, smiling plaything was looking at nowhere in specific while modeling for anyone to see, and the other, a breathing Witch stood pathetically, confused and looking around in search of an answer.

Of course, while the obvious falseness originating from the weird material and painted eyes was gone, the modifications on her body remained. In other words, right now, a total-ass bimbo was confusingly standing before him, her ass jiggling with each breath of air and sweet nectar already running down the sculpted thigh.

"Bow!" Slutdalia announced before you were even forced to say anything. "Our Royal Majesty, The Ultimate Stud, The Cock to End All-"

"Hm." Cat interrupted, leaning her head aside dumbly. "Like, totes sorry, ma'am, but can you, like, stop yelling? My ears are totally sensitive, and your saggy tits aura is totally messin' with my senses."

Slutdalia was completely dumbfounded by the straightforward and shameless request, but if anything, The Collector just found it funny.

"Hey, Nerdy Skank!" He yelled with amusement to none in specific, smirking proudly when the girl turned towards him without hesitation.

His amusement didn't falter even a little bit when the bimbo frowned and stomped forward until she was fully facing him with her hands at each side of her hips, trying to look imposing. Trying is the key word here, as she either was oblivious or didn't care about the fact that her once school uniform was unable to take her new measurements, resulting in most of her clothes being torn all around, with her right tit and her crotch completely exposed for everyone to see.

"Hey, lil' guy!" She began, raising one finger and placing it near his face in an accusatory manner, making use of an accent that he just knew just an airhead cocksucker would use. "That's totally not ok, alrighty? Little guys shouldn't be using those words! They can be quite hurtful, ya know?"

"Oh, so you aren't a Nerdy Skank?" He questioned with growing interest.

"Wha? OH MY T, OF COURSE I AM!" She giggled with a roll of her eyes, directing the hand she was using to reprimand him towards her crotch, spreading her lower lips with her fingers, along with her legs in a completely indecent manner. "I have my glasses here, and wuv cocks so much! They are so tasty, and make, like, sooo many pretty bubbles when you gag on it, y'know?"

"What is your favorite kind?" The Collector was using every bit of willpower he had to not get a hard-on right then and there. He had no doubts about what would happen once he showed his meatstick, so better wait just a tiny bit until the stars were properly aligned.

"Long and hard!" She answered without batting an eye, now rubbing her clit. "Thick ones are nice and all, but I like when I find a new one that goes beyond the last one! Still…It has been quite some time since I got a long one emptying his balls in my throat-pussy, so I'm kind of saddie…"

"Want to test mine?"

The silent response was exactly what he was expecting. A look of complete disgust and dismissiveness left no room for anything but the hardest of rejections, all while she proceeded to finger herself in front of him.

"Eww. Can you not, plz? That's so lame." She almost spitted the reply. "Why don't you call your big bro or daddy, huh? I bet they would have some nice co-"

Getting tired of her attitude, The Collector not only allowed his cock to shine in full glory, but he also went as far as opening a hole in his suit that allowed his complete manhood to manifest, but also the impressive sack under it.

Just as it had happened countless times before with these useless bitches, the girl with glasses dropped to her knees in an instant, in complete awe with the cockhead hanging inches away from her face, the surprisingly intoxicating smell of the precum coming out of it being enough to make her drool in the spot.

Moved his index finger up and down, his cock moving in perfect sync with it, followed closely by Cat, who found herself completely unable to look away from the glorious stiff cock teasing her with its mere presence.

She was so immersed in her daydreaming that she failed completely in noticing the footsteps behind her and only did so when two hands took hold of each side of her head.

"Sorry about her bitchiness, My Lord." Slutdalia apologized with a strangled smile. "She was my youngest daughter's friend for some time, so I guess she took her bad habits from there."

"Oh, right, about that, aren't I still missing your oldest one?" He asked with genuine interest. "She really looked nice. Tho you should have given her a ponytail, you know? How else am I supposed to get a hold of her when I'm claiming her ass?"

"I'm really sorry, My Lord. I should have thoughts of what you need better." She apologized with regret. "When we capture the little useless bitch I'll make sure to immediately dispatch her to you. Maybe you will get to use your dildo sword for the first time."

"Hm, excuse me, old lady?" Cat called both your attention and Slutdalia towards her pot. "Like, I get you are a little senile and all that stuff, but can you totes let me go? I want to slurp a bit on this third arm and y-HMP¡?!"

While still smiling warmly at him, Slutdalia didn't doubt using the strong hold she had on her daughter's friend to force the younger woman to choke on his dick with a strong push.

"Shut up, you used bitch!" Slutdalia roared angrily, forcing more and more of The Collector's otherworldly cock deep inside her throat, for the pleasure of both people involved. "If it wasn't for me, you would be just another useless fuckdoll, so give me some damn respect, whore!"

If Cat wanted to reply back, she didn't give any indications that was the case, far too busy moaning and wrapping her tongue like a professional around his length. In no time, her glasses were fogged up, but that didn't matter as she continued to get face fucked, the look in her eyes revealing how much the slut was enjoying this.

Despite being used as nothing more than a convenient, warm hole for him to use, the young witch accepted the role with glee, returning to her fingering herself gladly, this time with even more strength than before.

"Yes…" Slutdalia whispered with a mad expression on her face, while observing with sadistic happiness the few glimpses of the Collector's dick covered in spit right before a hungry set of lips claimed it once again. "Fuck yeah, you stupid Bimbo. What would your shallow mother and pathetic daddy think of you if she saw you like this, on your knees, worshiping a monster cock with that dumbass expression all over your hooker-like face?"

Cat tried to answer, but by looking into her eyes, The Collector could say with almost complete certainty that should Odalia release her, the reply would be full of slanders against her parents and more begging to get her mouth fucked even harder.

"Hey, Slutdalia?" He asked, allowing himself to close his eyes and enjoying the feeling of the brown bitch workin' up and down his dick, while drops of spit touched his massive balls. "Who are the other two…Dolls?"

"Oh, those two?" She asked, putting all her weight on the back of the head of the other witch, slowly but surely making all of his cock disappear inside of her throat, the gaggle voices doing next to nothing to pick his or her attention. "The fat one is Amber, she tried to rebel against the emperor, but her fat ass would be better used jumping over your dick."

"Ye-eah-" He could almost imagine it. And from here, he could see some small bat fangs, which added to her cuteness even more.

"And…the other…one!" With a final and strong push, Cat's throat finally gave in, her lips touching the end of cock and the start of his sack. Unable to retreat due to the hold that his cock-caretaker had on her, even as she started to squirm in pleasure and her eyes rolled to the back of skull. "Gwendolyn Clawthorne. The Owl Lady's mother."

That caught his attention immediately, even as he began to spurt thick loads of sperm directly inside the climaxing witch about to pass out by the sheer taste of his jizz.

"Clawthorne? You mean that Clawthorne?" King was his pal, his bro, even! So when he kindly asked that he didn't fuck his mom silly, he had obliged, as it was stated in the Bro Code…

But the Bro Code said nothing about his pal's Grandmother.

"Indeed. Do you desi-"

"Of course I do! Get this bitch out of here! Now!" Without any type of gentleness, Slutdalia pushed Cat away, the nerdy bimbo getting her face and glasses splashed with an extra-thick load that marked the end of her usefulness, right in time for her to fall completely satisfied and knocked out on the ground.

"G-gladly, My Lord." Suddenly, Slutdalia seemed more submissive, playing with her fingers while having a hard time looking him in the eyes. "B..but it seems like I did good, right? Like, maybe good enough..to…"

Oh, right, he promised something, didn't he? He could dismiss her and tell her that she would get the reward once he was done with the Clawthorne, but he knew both that the woman would probably be driven mad by the lack of dick rearranging her organs and that once he got a hold of Gwen, there was no chance at all of him stopping for the next three to four hours.

So…

"Ok, ok." He gave in, gesturing towards his still hard-rock dick. "Give a ride. But do it quickly, and don't pass out, ok? I want you to help me destroy that Owl Lady's mother."

"Yees, My Lord! Thank you, My Lord!" He didn't move a single finger when the fat-ass bitch ripped off the strings barely covering her crotch, as much as he didn't react when she lined up her asshole with his dick and willingly buried the cock inside his ass in a swift move that proved without a shadow of a doubt how used she was to do this.

But even as she began to stomp in his dick with strong and lascivious moves, The Collector's mind was firmly set on the old Clawthorne woman. He couldn't touch Eda or Lilith, and neither could he touch Luz, but this at least would finally satisfy the itch he has had for a time now.

" Hm ," he wondered inside his mind, " King told me not to mess with Luz…but he never did say anything about Luz's mom, right? What was her name again, Camil? "

Really, The Collector was on fire today. Certified genius mastermind. Now if he could only figure out where Luz was…

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