You yelp in surprise as, for what feels like the fiftieth time today, you feel someone rubbing their face on your bare back as you sit and watch your household go about its business.

A glance over your shoulder confirms what you already know — or were fairly certain of, at any rate. Soniel, your eighth daughter, is currently wriggling her cheek against the spot your wings used to be, the satisfaction on her face bringing to mind a fox in a henhouse. "It's not any different than it was before, you know." You tell her, reaching back to awkwardly poke the young Fallen.

Even with your recent acceptance of your incestuous desires, you can't help but think of how strange it is to find out that your daughter has a back fetish thanks to your own back.

"It's totally different." Soniel replies, her eyes locking onto yours with dead seriousness. "Before I couldn't see your whole back at once, or rub my face on it…" She does just that, furiously rubbing her cheek against you for a moment. It makes you shriek once more in surprise — honestly you're a bit sensitive in the spot your wings once were.

A rustle of leaves in the distance catches your attention and your eyes snap towards them — just in time to catch Tianshi's malevolent eyes vanishing into the foliage. Damn it all. She's absolutely going to take advantage of this new weak spot when you least expect it.

Angered, you turn around and snatch Soniel, dragging her to your front and tickling her in furious reprisal.


You sit with your back literally against a wall, much to the vocal disappointment of several of your wives and older daughters. "Told you backs are great." Soniel mutters from a safe distance, but she darts away as soon as you fire a glare in her direction.

The sound of flapping wings reaches your ears and look up to watch as your mailbird comes in for a landing. You wave her over and she hops on one leg over to you, curiosity writ on her features. "You hurt your leg or something? Wait, what happened to your wings?"

"I outgrew them." You reply. "They're magic now, I can make them appear and disappear at will."

"Oh, neat." She says, holding out her leg for you to retrieve your mail as she continues the conversation distractedly. "I hope I can do that some day. I'd kill for hands, you know? So much stuff is made for people with actual hands, these things just don't cut it."

She wriggles her pseudo-claws at the tip of her wings, which are the only way she has of grasping something aside from using her talons. "You wouldn't believe how much trouble a doorknob is for us."

"I can imagine." You tell her, trying not to grin at the mental image of Shëo or any of the other harpies you're familiar with and failing to turn a doorknob. "Do you end up having to use your talons?"

"They're too big!" She huffs, snapping shut the one next to your hand as you retrieve your letters for emphasis. "And it can be hard to get leverage, and—"

You half-listen to the harpy's laments vis a vis doorknobs and all things like them as you examine your mail. The first one brings a smile to your face — not so much for your own sake as that of one of your children. "Vati, sweetie! You've got mail!"

The short, black-haired teen perks up in the middle of her game with the triplets and she bolts across the field to you, taking the letter up to the roof to read on her lonesome, as is her custom.

"Hm… Zaphi, Mary, you too!" That's something of a surprise, actually. Vati always gets mail from her grandmothers, but few of your other daughters do. Your eldest seem as surprised as you do, but take their letters regardless.

"Oh?" Mary opens her eyes marginally. "That's interesting." Seeing your questioning gaze, she continues. "Apparently someone wants to commission a painting from me."

"Oh?" You ask, a smile on your face at both your daughter's success and the realization that you effectively had the same reaction as her. "That's good, isn't it?"

"It is." She hedges. "I would have to be away for a little while, though."

"Well, it's up to you whether you want to do it." You tell her. "But I think it would be good for you, don't you? Who's the commissioner, does it say?"

"Pridesire Khari." You don't recognize the name, but you do recognize the title — aside from being the ones who devised the enchantments on your wedding ring, pridesires are known for being the queens of the eastern plains. And for having huge harems of lesser lionesses. Mostly that last thing, actually.

"She wants a painting made of her harem and children." Mary continues.

"Well, you've got plenty of experience drawing that particular subject." Saoirse says cheekily, appearing at your shoulder. "I daresay you're probably the closest thing Gaea has to an expert, in fact."

"You hush." You tell the catty fairy. "Zaphi, anything interesting on your front?"

Your oldest daughter eeps and jumps a little, nearly fumbling the letter out of her grip. "N-no! Just… someone I met at the academy asking how my research is going."

"Alright." You tell her, not buying for a second that there isn't more to it. Her twin's subtle smirk would give away the lie even if you weren't able to see through it yourself. "How is your research coming along?"

"It is. Coming along, I mean." She says lamely. "I… better get back to it, actually."

You don't even have to ask Mary to elaborate, as she's all too happy to spill her sister's secret as soon as she's out of earshot. "Zaphi's got an admirer." She giggles. "I don't think she knows how to handle being on the receiving end of that kind of attention."

You laugh. Although you'll always miss your children being… well, children, you do have to admit there's a certain wicked delight in getting to watch their awkward young adult selves too.


The only mail that's for you personally turns out to be tangentially related to your oldest daughters as well.

"Does your sister perfume all her mail, or am I special?" You ask Liane as she leans on your shoulder, reading along with you.

"You're very special." The witch replies, kissing your bare shoulder. "But not in this sense, no. She likes to scent all her mail. She has a whole system for which scent to use for which type of letter, but I don't remember what it is."

"Hmm…" You sniff the parchment. It smells vaguely… chocolatey? Who knows what that means.

Stella Delaroux's penmanship and prose as carefully elegant as the rest of her. A bit too much so, perhaps — it takes you half the letter before you get to the actual point of it. "I've never been invited to a party before."

"We had your birthday party just a few weeks ago." Liane reminds you.

"Right, but that was a surprise party. I wasn't technically invited to it."

She huffs and kisses your cheek, annoyed at having been outwitted but incapable of genuinely being mad about it. "Don't sass me, you. Still, it's a generous invitation on her part. Delaroux parties tend to be… high-society."

Her expression curdles a little. "It was never quite my favorite thing in the world, but… it says here she's inviting many monsters to it as well? I suppose she's serious about making inroads with Skask, then."

"You thought she wasn't?" You ask the witch, and she shakes her head.

"Stella is…" She frowns, clearly looking for the right term. "Flighty is perhaps a bit much, but she tends to lose focus easily when something new catches her eye. If she's stuck with this monster fashion idea, then it's either one she's very serious about or she has yet to get distracted by something else."

"I see." You hum. "If she wants me there, what does that mean?"

"Either that she likes you personally, she wants you to be there as a model, or both." Liane shrugs. "Stella isn't very subtle. What really worries me…" Her finger trails across the paper. "Is this. My parents will be there."


"Is that bad?"

"Yes and no." Liane tells you. "They're even more business oriented than my sister, but that's not really a bad thing. They never did anything outright criminal or even all that unethical. Not to my knowledge, at least."

Your fiancée sighs. "I'm more worried about them meeting you personally than anything."

"Oh?" You ask, a sly grin crossing your face. "Worried I'll seduce your parents too?"

"If you do I'll tell Tianshi how to get past those wards you had me set up in your room." She warns you, dead serious.

"You wouldn't." You say, horrified. Who knows what dastardly deeds the red-haired menace would get up to without those wards?

"I would." She affirms. "But that's not what I'm worried about, no. They don't know about us, Ari. They don't even know I'm here. I… if you speak with them, I feel like I should be there. And… maybe their grandchildren, too."

"Ah." You say. "And… they'll probably want to know why their grandkids are Fallen. Are they…?"

"Religious? Not very. Not more than most women, at any rate, but… I worry about how they'll react. Not for their sakes, but for the girls'. I don't want them to feel rejected by family, even if they don't really know them."


"Well… why don't we tell them and let them decide?" You ask. "Estelle is a bit young but she's mature enough to handle the conversation, and the twins are adults."

"Estelle's not even a teenager yet!" Liane huffs. "But you're right. I'll… I'll talk with them, okay? I want them to know where I'm coming from in regards to my parents and the risks."

"Okay." You tell her. "I'll be here if you need me."

You watch as the blue-haired witch gathers her children and begins talking to them, thinking back to the first time you met her. It's hard to believe the weepy, timid girl you met a few scant months ago is now… well, the Liane you know, but you suppose some people just need a chance to bloom.

As you watch, your mind drifts back to the letter and its contents — if you weren't misreading the younger Delaroux's flowery prose, Rosie will be there as well, along with several high-profile adventurers and members of Skask citizenry. Hell, Eona is probably invited too.

Your daughters, perhaps unsurprisingly, all decide to go to the party with you. Part of you suspects that Zaphi and Mary just want to see you in a fancy dress, but Estelle does seem genuinely excited to meet her namesake and grandparents.


You finish tying the return letter to Shëo's talon and watch her fly off, feeling inordinately proud of yourself because you—

"What was that you put at the end?" Liane asks. "After your name?"

"The rest of my name." You place your hand on your chest. "I forgot to mention it because I was sick, but you're now engaged to Ariel Empyria Erototokos."

A loud crash from next to your feet makes you jump in surprise, and you look down to see Saoirse, looking utterly dumbfounded. "I thought you felt different. How in the name of my Princess did you get a true Name?!"

You open your mouth to answer, but find that you can't. Something holds your tongue fast when you so much as think of speaking the name Hecate, or anything directly involving her.

That's… disturbing.

--

You eventually manage to figure out that as long as you don't directly mention Hecate or her involvement at all you can roughly get the story across. It makes you feel guilty having to lie by omission like this but there's no real helping it, unfortunately. At least your family is getting as much of the truth as possible.

"Huh. So you snatched up a bit of your mom's Godliness and… now you're a demigod." Merin summarizes your partially-falsified tale. "I guess that's about to be expected, at this point."

The others seem to agree. Reactions range from nonchalant (Fenri just thinks it's neat that you smell even better) to… whatever Io is doing. Is… is she hyperventilating?

Saoirse seems pensive, but instead of continuing the conversation she vanishes from sight in a puff of fairy dust. You get the feeling she has more an idea of how… insane this whole thing is, like she's intimately familiar with the idea of numen and Names and the entities involved.

You can't help but wonder if she's also got some sort of… something keeping her from talking about things like that.


The sun has barely reached its zenith when you feel a sudden surge of… power and satisfaction, for lack of a better word. It vaguely reminds you of when you claimed Sybil's maidenhead, but it's more… triumphant, for lack of a better term. For some reason your mind instantly jumps to Tindalos, and you're inherently aware that she must have completed her Contract.

That's… you kind of tear up a little. If she managed to end her Contract early, that means she's gone above and beyond what you ever really expected and put herself in harms way for another, with absolutely no selfish motivation. You hope she didn't get hurt in the process, honestly — you'd feel terrible if she did.

You spend the rest of the day relaxing with your family… and keeping an eye out for Tianshi, who you haven't seen since she disappeared into that bush. You're starting to get paranoid about it, actually. It's a wonder you manage to get to sleep.

You awaken in the arms of your trio of scalekin daughters, as usual. You've got today to do whatever you want do.

So… what do you want to do?


After so long in bed you feel it's time to get some exercise in, and so you decide to run a couple laps around the yard to warm up. Fenri, your ever-loyal puppy, trots just to the side and behind you, occasionally darting off when she spots something interesting before returning to your run.

"MAMAAAAAAA!" A little voice belonging to someone just barely past the toddling ages catches your attention and you come to a halt, allowing the owner of the adorable voice to catch up to you and cling to your leg.

"What, Bryn?" You ask your second-youngest, reaching down to pick the little four-winged monster up. Her wings flap reflexively, as many of your children's do when they're lifted like this.

"You're too fast! I can't keep up!" She says, taking big exaggerated breaths to emphasize that you are, indeed, too fast and it's hard for her to keep up. Of course, her age means that it sounds a little jumbled — more like "you too fast, can't keep up!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know you wanted to run too. We'll slow down, okay?"

"'kay. Lemme catch my bref." You set the girl down and she takes several more big, exaggerated 'brefs' before she gives you a little thumbs up. Hiding a giggle, you begin your run once more, this time at a much slower pace so that Bryn can keep up.

She's faster than a normal child her age, no doubt due to her monstrous heritage, but still nowhere near as fast as you when you're actually putting in effort, so you don't end up getting much of a workout. Still, if you had to choose between actually warming up and having fun with your daughter you'd choose the latter any day.

After a good few minutes Bryn tuckers herself out, dramatically flopping onto her front as she decides she's had enough. Fenri lays her head on the girls' back, her tail wagging. This is such a cute image, and nothing in the world could possibly ruin this mome—

Shivers run down your spine as a tongue runs over the sensitive spot where your wings used to be. You clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from shrieking in shock, and turn around, affronted.

Instead of Soniel you see the malevolent ninja-angel herself, Tianshi, a grin that would put most catgirls to shame on her lips. Your eyes meet hers and she freezes, realizing too late that she may have made an error in judgment.


The two of you stare at one another for what feels like an eternity, then she screams and takes off into the air. Your new night-clad wings erupt from your back and you follow, hot on her heels.

Poor Tianshi doesn't really have the advantage out in the open like this and she knows it. The two of you circle the homestead a couple of times with you never more than a foot or two from her at any given moment. You can already see the panic building in her as she further realizes how screwed she is, and then suddenly she dives into the forest, away from the eyes of the homestead.

It's a smart — if futile — maneuver. Now that she's got trees and other cover to duck behind she can try to hide, but she's unfortunately still nowhere near fast enough to get away from you for the amount of time she'd need to actually manage that.

Instead, you end up taking advantage of the forest for your own ends, grabbing a good stick and using it to swat at her plump rear a few times as an appetizer of her imminent punishment. It's her turn to shriek, grabbing her bottom before fumbling a bit mid-flight and righting herself.

It goes on like this for a while, long enough that you get in the workout you thought you missed out on with Bryn earlier. You never once give Tianshi a moment of respite, and in the end your stamina, honed over four-hundred years as a heavenly scout, far outstrips her own.

Gasping for breath, your daughter dives into a stream to cool off, signaling the end of your chase. You alight at the edge, watching so that she can't slip away.

Her head breaks the surface, but only just enough so that she can breathe through her nose and glare at you. You stare back, and she raises her mouth to speak. "You're a monster, you know that?"

"We're both monsters, brat." You retort, patting your lap. "Now come take your spanking."

She lingers in the water for a moment before stepping out of the steam and walking with what you're sure she believes is a semblance of dignity towards you. You pat your lap once more and she leans across it, still pretending at pride.

That pride dissipates a little as you tug her bottoms down below her knee, exposing her shapely bottom, wet from the stream and with a little red mark where your makeshift switch claimed its price from her earlier.

"Anything to say?" You ask her.

"…my tongue slipped?"

There's really only one way to answer a lame excuse like that.


"AH!" Tia squeals, jerking from what you know is more than just pain. You're well-practiced at this task thanks to her Aunt Fi, and soon you've worked up into a spanking that's pleasurable, but almost agonizingly so — you're not going to let her cum. This isn't that kind of punishment. Not entirely, at least.

Every smack comes with a satisfying sting across your palm which you know is amplified a thousandfold for Tianshi. Her thighs grind together as she tries her best to eek pleasure from her untouched pussy, making her ass jiggle appealingly and earning her another swat.

"Ah-ah. None of that, young lady." You warn, smacking her extra hard to hammer the point home. "This is punishment, not a reward."

She whines deliciously, tantalizingly, and you have to reel yourself in. Bad Ari, this is punishment time!


"Please, mama" Tianshi cries across your knee, shivering.

"No." You tell her, firmly. "This is a punishment, Tia. I'm not going to incentivize you to attack me when I'm unaware."

"'msorry…!" She mutters, shrieking as you plant another smack on her bottom.

"I know you are." You tell her. "Which is why we'll stop here."

"Whu…?" She blinks up at you. "But I'm not—"

"I know you're not done. That's why we're stopping."

"But… but I wanna…" She hiccups, looking genuinely crestfallen.

You lift the young Fallen, gently sitting her abused bottom in your lap (and dismissing your cock so that she can't easily detect your own arousal). You ignore the wet spot spreading in your lap with some difficulty.

"Tia, you don't have to pick fights with me to get my attention, you know?"

"I know." She replies, laying her head against your shoulder, still sniffling. "I like to, though."

"I'd be lying if I said I don't enjoy it too, and I don't want to discourage you from having fun, but I also don't want this game to escalate to a point where one of us might overstep. So… let's set up some boundaries, alright? Things that you're allowed to do to rile me up, and then things I'm allowed to do to punish you. Honestly, I should have done this before, when you first… nevermind."

She's quiet for a while, then she nods. "Alright. No… doing anything lewd where your younger sisters might see it, Tia. I don't want them seeing any of this before they're old enough. And don't do anything that might hurt someone, or yourself, or—"

--

You spend a few minutes establishing boundaries for your daughter while also cuddling her. Despite not getting to cum earlier, she seems to enjoy the aftercare for what it is. A question occurs to you before you wrap up the issue.

"Do you want our first time to be from something like this?" You ask Tia, curious. "Or something more… traditional?"

She shrugs, then leans in closer. "I dunno. I just want it to be with you. I don't really care how it goes past that."

"Well… whatever the case, I'll be gentle at first."

"I'm not fragile, you know." She pouts. "You're not going to break me."

"Tia, you are far too confident for your own good." You sigh. "But I'll keep that in mind. I… know you and your sisters have been waiting longer than you should have for this. I'll fix that soon, I promise."

"Okay." Tianshi seems… oddly satisfied, and you can't help but wonder if she just played you into this promise. Surely not. She's not… that clever, is she?

--

Tianshi

This is not at all what you were originally after but you're totally going to imply it was and take credit for it later. You're about to get so many favors from your sisters.


You return to the homestead… rather worn out, really. Your muscles already ache, but in a good way.

Athletics increases to 7!

Tianshi disappears as soon as you get back, off doing… whatever it is she does. Bryn has apparently recovered in your absence and is enjoying your puppy chasing her and Sigrun around the yard.


"MAMAAAA!" Bryn yells at you for what is not the second time today, but more like the fifth.

"Bryn!" You shout back playfully.

"MAMA!" You let out a surprised breath as the little Fallen rockets up into your chest and knocks the wind out of you even as you catch her.

"Goddess, Bryn. How come you're so strong?"

"Mommy's strong." She tells you, looking towards Merin, who watches you alongside her mother in the distance.

"I see." You look down at Sigrun, who gently tugs your robe to indicate that she too wishes to be held. You oblige her, bringing the white-haired girl up to your face. "And how come you're so cute?"

She frowns, then points at you. "Really?" You gasp in fake surprise.

Sigrun smiles a cute little child-smile and gets a kissed forehead in reward. "Alright, you two. Wanna play… hide and seek?"

They do, and so you set them down and turn to begin counting with your head down against a tree… only to step short as Signali slithers herself into view beneath you.

"Mama." She says, her slightly-translucent white slime glowing softly.

"Signali." You reply, reaching down to brush your finger against her jelly-like cheeks. You've basically gotten over the odd feeling despite your fear of her less-sapient brethren.

"Can I play too?" She asks.

"Of course. Go on, hide." You begin counting down again. "Sixteen, fifteen…"

"Ah! I thought you'd start from the beginning! That's not fair!" Signali gasps.

"Twelve…" You continue, giggling as she panic-wriggles out of sight.


You finish counting and turn around, glancing over the homestead. You have to give the girls credit — for children, they've picked pretty good hiding spots. Relatively speaking, that is.

Bryn hides behind Ulfhild, who studiously looks elsewhere in order to avoid giving her granddaughter away. To no avail, of course, since Bryn forgot to tuck her wings in, but it's a good effort regardless. You pretend to wander around for a while before swooping behind the Whitehowl chief and snatching Bryn up for a hug.

"That's one!" You tell her, snuggling her close. "Now, where are your sisters?"

Signali tries to take advantage of her amorphous form to slip in-between the gaps of one of Asteria's unfinished projects. If she didn't forget to turn off her glow it might actually have worked, too. As it is, you have the near-adolescent slime dead to rights, and she is forced to wriggle into the open, defeated.

"I coulda done better if I had more time…" She pouts.

Sigrun… is actually kinda tough. You spotted her hiding in a bush next to the triplets earlier, but she apparently had the wit to swap hiding spots while you were getting her sisters. It takes you a solid few minutes of searching, and then…

"How in my Mother's name did you get up there?" You ask your youngest daughter. She kicks her feet excitedly, clearly enjoying her vantage point atop a tree branch. If you hadn't noticed the rustle of the tree's leaves from this motion you might have taken even longer to find her, since you weren't exactly expecting the equivalent of a three-year-old to have any level of verticality.

"C'mon, sweetie. It's dangerous, if you fall you might hurt yourself." You tell the child, reaching out with both arms. Sigrun obediently allows herself to drop into your arms, her eyes sparkling. You… probably need to keep an eye on her in the future, or she's bound to do something like this again.


The role of hider and seeker flips, as it typically does in this game, but unlike usual you allow the girls to form a united seeker front against you. The only question is where to hide. You eventually opt for a slightly out-of-the-way bush. It's not the most perfect hiding place ever, but you're also playing against literal children, so you don't really see a need to go crazy here.

Bryn and Signali rocket off in search of you as soon as the countdown finishes. To your abject horror the latter turns a bright shade of green and gains an impish smile — Green Signali is unleashed upon the homestead, and several bystanders immediately bolt for cover as she loses interest in the game and begins firing bolts of green slime at anyone too slow to avoid them.

You could stop her, of course, but you'd have to leave your hiding place, which is unacceptable. The rest of your family will simply have to tough out the green menace without your aid.

Bryn also loses interest in the game after she gets a ball of goo to the face and instead chases her slime sister around. Sigrun once more proves how clever she is by waiting until Bryn has chased off a maniacally-laughing Signali before beginning to hunt you in earnest.

Hunt being the operative term. To your utter bafflement she immediately paces around the area she last saw you, spots your tracks… and follows them straight to your hiding place.

"Sigrun, sweetie… who taught you that?" You ask her, instinctively looking towards her mother. Ulfhild is currently distracted trying to pin down Signali with Merin, and can offer no answer at the moment.

Sigrun herself simply shrugs, and offers you a rare verbal answer in a soft, steady voice. "No-one."

You blink at her, and she blinks back. Is… is she some kind of hide and seek prodigy?

(After being forcibly reminded that tracks and such exist, Ariel's Stealth increases to 8!)


Now that you've been exposed you are able to subdue Green Signali without outright losing because of it. This isn't the first time you've tangled with the lime-colored menace, and soon you've got her trapped in a specially-made jar.

"You're not coming out until I don't see a bit of green, young lady!" You tell the jar as it wriggles furiously.


You've got plans for tonight. Devious plans. Lewd plans.

Part of you wants to get that plot going, really savor the chase… but the other really just wants someone to cuddle with in the meantime. There are tons of good cuddlers on the homestead, but right now you could really do with someone… warm.

The couch is the premium non-lewd cuddle spot, and so you settle down there. You don't know where Eluvi and Ivule are at the moment, but that's no problem. All it takes is the opening of a little black pouch and a few choice words.

"Oh, what a pretty ruby!"

Like clockwork a pair of red-haired, red-eyed heads poke through doors in the hallway, one from your room and the other from Eluvi's. Their eyes shine brighter than the stone you hold in your hand, utterly transfixed.

"I kind of want to keep it for myself…" You pretend, clutching it in your palm so that it disappears from their sight. Tension fills the air. "…but I suppose I would be willing to part with it for… two minutes of hugs."

The pair nearly slam into one another in their haste to make it to you, with Eluvi scrambling to avoid running into her daughter at the last second. Ivule takes advantage of her sire's attempt to avoid her and darts to your side unhindered, latching onto you like a drowning woman clinging to driftwood.

Eluvi makes it to you moments later, grabbing to your other side with a slight aura of defeat.

They are… unbelievably comfy. Both scalekin not only radiate but also regulate warmth, allowing them to basically match your ideal temperature at any given moment. Something they're both either consciously or subconsciously aware of, if the rest of your family's approval of their body heat is any indication.

"Here you go, Ivule." You tell your daughter, passing her a ruby. Eluvi looks simultaneously happy and disappointed — happy that her daughter's hoard is growing, but sad that she doesn't get a ruby. You remedy this by fishing another gem from the pouch and handing it to her.

The absolute joy that radiates from the two of them is something to behold, and they redouble their cuddling in either gratitude or an attempt to weasel more shiny stuff from you.

You close your eyes and wrap your arms around both of them, sinking into warm, loving bliss… which is interrupted by a 'hmph!'

Remi looks at the three of you haughtily, clearly intent on saying something snooty in order to keep pretending that she finds everything in the world bothersome. You forestall her by siccing your dragons on her.

"I'll give you both a diamond if you bring Remi into the cuddle."

Remiel's eyes widen in shock and she turns to run for the safety only to be snatched up by the two scalekin and dragged into your embrace.

"Mom! MOM!" Remi protests shrilly, her face as red as her family's scales. "Ohmygoddess, stop!"

"Nope." You tell her happily. "It's family hug time, so you're stuck here for the next thirty minutes."

"That's not a real thing!"

"Sure it is." You tell her. "Just ask your mother and sister." You dangle another pair of shinies before the two to unsubtly purchase their agreement.

"Yep." Ivule says. "Family hug time."

"It happens every night, Remi." Eluvi says patronizingly, as if reminding a forgetful child. "Don't you remember?"

"If it happens every night then where are the others?" Remi asks with just a hint of smugness to her frustration, clearly believing she's found a flaw in your plan.

"Good point. Kali, Kira, Akael, Adalinda!" You call, and the remainder of your brood with Eluvi answers, joining the growing cuddle pile.

A cuddle pile which Remi, naturally, forms the center of, hiding her embarrassment in both hands the entire time.


Night falls, and the time for punishment is nigh.

"Oh Merin~" You singsong as you poke your head into the warrior's room. "Bryn, sweetie, do you wanna sleep with grandma and sister tonight?"

"GRAMMAW!" The little Fallen is already out the door before you finish speaking.

"You look excited." Merin says teasingly, not realizing the danger she's in. "Should I get undressed now, or…?"

There's an idea. You'd need a leash too, but a nude walk through Skask has it's appeals… no. Ideas for later. "Not yet. We're going on a trip."

Vati is more than old enough to sleep on her own, so you just snatch Fi out of bed and give your daughter a kiss goodnight. "I didn't do anything." The halfling says.

"Hush or your punishment will be worse." You warn her, grabbing the last bit you'll need for today.

Merin raises her eyebrows as she sees you, Fi, and the Tome. "Where to?"

"My sister's." You offer the warrior a malicious smile. "She offered me a key to her place, and it's high time I used it."


You're let into the church without a problem. Merin still hasn't realized what's happening yet. Fi has, but she knows better than to spoil the surprise. Ilyen seems more interested in the city as a whole — you should bring her out more.

"Does your sister have a special sex room or something?" Merin asks as you walk the halls. It takes you a minute to remember where the basement is.

"Yep. It'll be fun!" You tell her, entirely truthfully. Your key fits the lock and turns, opening the door to the sex basement. Hopefully it's not currently in use…


"… if we use the spheres?"

You freeze as you hear Sister Chalice's voice.

"One moment, dear." Tamael's voice follows, and moments later she's peeking up the stairway. "Ariel? What a surprise!"

She gestures for you to continue down, which you do… somewhat awkwardly. You weren't expecting it to be in use at the moment, but you suppose you probably should have sent a letter or something in retrospect. Oh well.

Tamael's dungeon has seen some renovations — aside from more closely resembling a brothel than somewhere you'd keep prisoners, there's an unmistakable hum of magic in the air. Ilyen immediately notices it as well, perking up as the energy permeates her body.

"I was beginning to think you'd decided against using my dungeon." Tamael says cheerfully. "I've made some changes, as you can see. I also acquired new toys, made some of my own…"

"I keep telling her we should make something like this for that monster brothel!" Chalice says cheerfully.

"Chalice, dear, you weren't given permission to speak." Your sister chastises her lover gently. "That's… shall we say one cursed item?"

Chalice shivers in delight and trepidation.

"'Curse?'" You ask your sister.

"I was getting to that before we were interrupted." Tamael says. "Some of the items I acquired are, strictly speaking, cursed. Many were designed by monsters to subdue adventurers long-term, but in a safe environment with a trusted lover they are essentially harmless."

Tamael waves her hand towards a table with toys. Merin glances over it and her eyes widen. "Is that a spawn saddle?"

"Ah, yes. For… certain more experimental and personal roleplay, if you would permit me to keep my privacy." Your sister diverts her gaze, a faint blush on her cheeks. You oblige and do not pursue the subject.

The saddle is by far the largest object on display, but there are plenty of other toys as well. They run the gamut from the typical — dildos, strap-ons, and gags — to objects whose use isn't immediately evident to you. For example, a set of colored orbs perhaps two inches in diameter twinkle on the table, making you glad you didn't bring Eluvi. Doubtless she'd be begging you you to get her the set.


"Ah, the spheres!" Tamael claps her hands together excitedly. "Those are new, actually. We haven't had a chance to test them yet, but I am hopeful that they'll prove a worthy addition."

"What do they do?" You ask.

"Oh, a whole host of things. Each of them provides the basics of what you'd want as far as sexual torment goes — an inability to achieve climax without permission, heightened sensitivity, limitless arousal and sexual stamina — the colors are mostly for fun, but they can also be loaded with a variety of special curses I've learned from other, less easy-to-wield objects."

"Like what?" You ask.

"Oh, there are plenty. There's a curse that amplifies the size of one's breasts and makes them lactate nigh-uncontrollably — fun, but messy, admittedly. One makes it so that if you attempt to use magic of any kind you run the risk of backlash, causing an instant orgasm. Another allows one to take truly ludicrous insertions — and indeed, makes its victim crave such things. Brute magic, of course. Ogres and the like find it useful, for obvious reasons. One that makes any form of covering unbearable — a so-called exhibitionist's curse. A bit of a misnomer, but it gets the point across. Another that pairs well with it is the bondage curse, which makes one experience severe sexual excitement at the mere prospect of being restrained."

"One I personally designed temporarily drains the strength of a wearer and amplifies sexual pleasure when defeated in a physical contest, along with similar 'drain' curses for other attributes. There are… others I feel you're less inclined to use, sister. Even if you were I don't have the… 'resources' on hand for them."

"So… does a person hold them and the curses take effect?" You ask, pushing aside your curiosity about these 'resources.'

"In a manner of speaking. They hold them inside, if you catch my meaning. My magic ensures they don't slip out before the fun has ended."

Ah.

Merin gulps. "Is this… did you bring me here because you're still mad about me hitting your other sister?"

"That may have played a part, yes." You reply.

"That was over a week ago!"

"That just means you're going to be paying interest. As for you two… I don't need an excuse to punish Fi. And I thought you might find this fun, Ilyen."

"I do, mistress." Your maid replies.

Tamael claps her hands once more. "Wonderful! If you really want to make the most of the dungeon, might I suggest giving your pets a sphere and letting them loose within, with the promise of punishment if you catch them before time is up? You can always just get straight to playing in one of the rooms if you wish."


"Do you want to do the full dungeon?" You ask the girls. "I'm not going to do anything you don't want me to."

"She says after she brings us to a sex dungeon." Fi replies with mock-seriousness. "I'm fine with whatever, Ari. You know me."

"May I have the magic draining curse? I have an abundance of magical power. The pleasure it would bring…" Ilyen shivers.

"I trust you, Ariel." Merin smiles. "You've never hurt me before. Maybe… maybe give me the drain one. Make me too weak to fight back against the evil devil queen who's gonna breed an army of Fallen out of me." She winks, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the memory she evokes.

You are going to fuck her senseless.


"Excellent!" Tamael finishes handing out the orbs and then gestures towards a set of doorways leading into her custom labyrinth. "The magic won't take effect until we activate the enchantments from here." She turns to you. "I suggest giving them… oh, a good five minutes to get lost before doing so?"

You shrug. "You're the expert."

Merin, Fi, and Ilyen each select their doorways and disappear from your sight. A thought occurs to you, and you give it a voice. "Why is this place so big, anyways? Wasn't it originally an actual prison?"

Tamael frowns. "I'm not sure, actually. It was apparently here before the chapel was. Frankly I simply assumed a dwarf or two was bored."

That… makes sense, yeah. More than one dwarf has simply started digging beneath her home out of a need to dig a hole.

"Is Chalice not going in?"

The young woman shakes her head. "I wanna watch so I can see what works and what doesn't."

O…kay?

You wait five minutes, as instructed, and then give Tamael the okay to activate the enchantments. She does so with relish, and you watch as a veritable masterwork of enchantment and Law erupts in brilliant runic patterns along the walls of the room you're in. The light show travels towards the doors of the dungeon before vanishing inside about as fast as you can blink.

Barely a few seconds pass before you hear Fi. "AGH! WHAT THE HELL?!"

Chalice looks incalculably smug. "Yeah, that orb is pretty shocking the first time."

"Hush, pet." Tamael says, working through a series of magic gestures that you only barely recognize. They remind you of the way she activates her essence-tracking spell, if only just barely.

After a moment you realize why. A three-dimensional map of the dungeon appears in front of you, making your mouth fall open in shock. This is Chalice's first time seeing it too, if the fact that her expression mirrors your own is any indication.

"Wha… you've been cheating?!" Chalice seems genuinely affronted.

"Hmph. Hardly." Your sister sniffs disdainfully. "I've been saving this in case anyone else came by, or in case you get lost again."

"… only happened two times…" Chalice mutters, but Tamael ignores her.

"Now, if we add the orbs to the mix…" Tamael adds a few more gestures and the map suddenly has three glowing dots in it, moving throughout the labyrinth at varying rates.

"This… how long did it take you to set this up?" You ask Tamael, realizing for the first time just how much effort she's put into her sex dungeon.

Her cheeks flush pink. "… not too long."

"Liar. She spends every spare second working on this. It's her passion." Chalice says before being silenced by a warning glare.

"I wouldn't call it my passion, but I do find it an entertaining distraction." Your sister defends herself, not entirely effectively. "But let us put aside the subject of my personal interests aside. With this, you can easily choose who to go after first. In the future I hope to have remote trap activation and the like made possible through the map, but I have yet to—"

Yeah, she definitely spends more time on this thing than she's willing to admit.

Who do you chase down first?


Goddess, it's a tough choice… but in the end the thought of Fi stumbling around with newly enlarged breasts like a drunken goblin is too good to not go for immediately.

You look to your sister, who's currently arguing with Chalice about… something to do with the appropriate ratio of traps to safe rooms? You're not really sure what that's about, so you slip into the labyrinth, having memorized the path to Fi.

"Gotta give Tamael credit." You mutter to yourself. Her pet project really does feel like a dungeon. Even the odd air of lust inherent to the real deal is here, presumably a product of her enchantments.

Finding Fi, as it turns out, would have been easy without a map to cheat by. Her constant stumbling and cursing provides an easy way to locate her. When you catch sight of her she's both an amusing and arousing figure.

Your sister's orb did its job as well as she advertised — Fi's breasts now approach (though don't quite compete) with her ass, rounding out her overall shape in an alluring manner. The comedy of the situation comes mostly from how the sudden increase in frontal weight has seriously thrown off her balance — the halfling has to hold her new bosom up with one arm cupped beneath both breasts, and still the bounce that accompanies her every step threatens to send her toppling forward.

"This is the last — FUCK!" Fi interrupts herself as she nearly face plants, wheeling her free arm wildly to right herself. "—the last time I let Ari pick the orb!"

You note that she apparently expects there to be more times she wears the orb, which is… quite possibly true, yeah.

Do you wish to reveal yourself now and chase Fi, reveal yourself and just take her right now, or simply stalk her for a bit?


You decide to keep stalking the halfling, because Goddess if this isn't prime teasing material for later. Besides, there's some things you can do from hiding that you can't while she knows you're here.

Like, say… making just enough noise to make her think you might be around. You toss a small pebble at the wall a short distance away from the thief.

Her reaction is amazing. Fi jumps a good few feet in the air, making her new bosom and ass rise and fall hypnotically. Even more appealingly, the milky aspect of her new curse makes itself known due to the sudden impact, and a healthy spurt of fresh milk sprays across the floor and wall before her.

"Oh fuck." Fi moans. "Does Liane feel like this all the time? Might have to see about keeping these things." Suddenly, as if remembering what made her jump in the first place, she glances around suspiciously. "Ari? Is that you?"

You stay silent, of course.

"C'mon, Ari. That wasn't funny."

It really, really was.

She listens for a good ten seconds or so before deciding you're not there, then steps forward… and slips on her own milk. "Goddess damn it, really?!" With a heavy sigh she pushes herself up, grunting from the effort. After she straightens up she presses her free hand on the wall next to her… and immediately regrets it as a rune lights with a near-malicious purple light.

"Oh, fuck." Fi says again with a decidedly different tone of voice than last time. A thin cane materializes from another rune, this one lower than the first, and it swats her hard across the ass, making Fi shriek and leap forwards a few steps… where another rune lights, and another cane materializes.

"AAAAAAA FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK AAAAAAAAAAAOW OW OW OW—"

The hall echoes with the sounds of Fi screaming and dashing as fast as she can, setting off more canes with each step and fall and being appropriately punished for it the entire way.

Fortunately Tamael has apparently tuned the dungeon to ignore you, so you can go through (literally) unmolested. You continue to stalk her, making sure to trick her into setting off more spanking traps whenever she has a reprieve, until she finally dives for cover into a convenient room. Perhaps… too convenient, as far as she's concerned.


You follow Fi into the room, turning the corner just in time to see as a new pair of runes lights on the wall across from her and shoots… something at her chest.

"Agh! What the… ooaaahhh…" Fi sways on her feet as you see a spurt of white from her front paint the walls before her then stumbles back, allowing you to see what assaulted her.

A pair of… pink, translucent objects has attached to each of Fi's swollen breasts, each one latching on hard enough that the flesh just outside its grip is noticeably indented. As you watch, the things contract and massage her at the same time, squeezing another healthy mugful of milk from the thief as she writhes and moans, utterly helpless.

Goddess, that's hot. Where did Tamael even get the idea?

You make your way to your lover, sauntering up like a lion claiming her prey. "Hey."

"FFffffuck you." Fi manages to hiss through the pleasure of her breasts being kneaded by… whatever that magic your sister made is. Thankfully it isn't a slime, it appears to be a magic construct of some kind. That would explain how the milk manages to get through something that otherwise appears to be solid.

"That's not very nice." You tease, leaning over the vulnerable halfling. "Here I was, about to offer help, and all I get in return is 'fuck you?'" You mine wiping a tear from your cheek. "That hurts, Fi. Luckily for you, I'm a very forgiving devil."

You reach down as if to pull the constructs from her breasts… and then shift your hands further down her breasts, grab as much as you can, then squeeze and lift. The constructs, as if sensing your intent, redouble their efforts.

Fi screams and shakes like a woman possessed as she experiences the first breast orgasm of her life. Her hips buck as fluid sprays from between her thighs and the tips of her breasts in tandem, filling the air with a lewd scent unlike any other you've ever been party to before collapsing onto her back, eyes unfocused.

"Woops." You tease the barely-coherent Fi. "My hands slipped."

That gets her eyes to refocus… into a glare, admittedly, but still. "Oh? Was that not enough for you, my love?"

Defiance paints her features even if her voice fails her, and you figure it's time to remind the halfling who exactly she's daring to glare at.


You brought the sheathe for just this occasion. Without your daggers, of course, which means you have to dip your fingers into it to retrieve what you want.

"Alicante venom." You tell Fi cheerfully, making her eyes widen in response. "Oh, good. You remember what this does, then?"

She shakes her head frantically, still too out of breath to speak.

"No? Well, the best reminder would be a demonstration, I think. Open wide! Aaaaaaa~"

Her jaw clamps shut, but you only have to rub a finger against her sensitive nipples through the construct to get her to open them in a moan. Quick as lightning you plunge your toxin-drenched fingers into her mouth, then thrust them back and forth as if you were fingering her lower mouth.

Dropping your voice a couple of octaves into the firmly 'husky' range, you gloat over your victory. "There we go. Good girl. Swallow, let it seep in…"

"N-no." Fi manages to mutter mere moments before the venom takes hold. Her feet scramble and kick for purchase as her mind is overwhelmed with raw pleasure.

Pleasure that radiates from her breasts, as the venom causes them to swell so that now they actively compete with her ass in size and shapeliness. The increase in mass is accompanied by an equivalent boost in volume — milk volume, that is.

If she was producing entire mugs worth before, you wouldn't be surprised if each of her breasts could now fill a full keg now. The scent of milk overpowers the scent of arousal, and you figure now is as good a time as any to do something entirely new to Fi.

With relish you step over her and lower your hips so that they sit just below her breasts… and so that your cock can sit happily between the thoroughly milk-lubricated valley between them. With both hands you squeeze her boobs together and begin fucking her chest as if it were her ass.

You almost worry you'll bruise them, but Fi's literally had worse… and the moans and squeals from her are far more aroused than pained. Every thrust evokes another spout of milk and a shuddering orgasm from the poor abused halfling.

"You're getting my sister's dungeon dirty, Fi." You chastise with mock concern. "It's all this milk, you know. If only it had somewhere… else…" You trail off, seized by a spark of genius. The constructs on her breasts come off fairly easily, allowing you to grab both breasts to bring their respective nipples up to Fi's face.

"Suck." You order. Fi's too lost in pleasure to keep up her feigned defiance and does so, sucking each teat into her mouth and drinking her own milk as you continue to fuck her cleavage. The sight alone is enough to take you from 'pleasured' to 'approaching orgasm,' and the spark gives you another idea.

Your hips thrust more and more frantically as you feel your climax approach, then finally when you reach your zenith you thrust your cock further up, so that it slips between the teats she's sucking and into her maw.

Semen boils up your shaft and explodes into her mouth, only to be swallowed along with the nigh-limitless font of milk that Fi produces. Deep, rhythmic gulps accompany a delightful tingle as her tongue dances across her nipples and your cockhead to tease as much of her new meal out as possible, and you have to fight to keep your body steady as the sensation surges up your spine…


Fi is nearly broken. Just a bit more and you'll push her over the edge, utterly ruining her… for tonight, at least. You wouldn't risk actually permanently breaking your lover's mind, obviously.

One neat benefit of her new breasts is that they provide an extra cushion for her when you flip her over. Her nipples rub against the rough ground, leaking even more milk onto the floor as she mewls and wriggles weakly. The shaking causes her ass to jiggle enticingly, and you decide it's past time you indulge in what you came here for.

"You know," you start while absently rubbing alongside the outside of her breasts, causing a shiver all the way up her body that you can feel as you lean against her ass. "I seem to remember hearing you mention you might want to keep these."

"W-wha-" is all she manages to get out before the rest become some cacophony of moans as your hands snake their way to around her breasts, but you can at least make out it being some variant of "You were there the entire time?" Probably with a curse in there, knowing her.

"Of course I was, Fi. I'm always watching each and every one of you, all the time." You've already begun slowly rubbing your dick between her ass and teasing her love canal, which is and has been absolutely drenched this entire time. "So of course I heard when my fat-assed pet wondered what life would be like with a bit more… balance." You squeeze her chest for extra emphasis, eliciting a moan from the thief.

"For now, though..." You jam in your dick with one quick thrust. The motion and pressure seemed to have an effect as both her love canal and breasts seemed to squirt in unison, coating both your lower half and hands in their respective fluids. "Oh? Enjoying that, are we? Do try to hold on, Fi. We're just getting warmed up."

From there you give Fi no reprieve, pounding away at her and causing ripples in both her ass and her breasts that are practically hypnotic to watch. Which if the constant moans and flow of fluids is any indication you know Fi is enjoying this just as much as you are. Her milk forms a winglike pattern from her nipples being rubbed against the stone floor with every thrust, in tandem with the pool of milk that's been developing underneath her. You give her a swat on the ass as an indirect thanks, which she seems to accept with a louder moan and an influx of juices in response. You think her milk just hit the wall too, even from where she is. Hot and impressive.

How is your sister even going to clean this room, or any of the other rooms for that matter? You don't know if she has some kind of like… automatic cleaner, or something. She might, unless said "cleaner" is Chalice given it's only the two of them using this place… but you can't really picture the short priestess reaching some of the higher spots that'll need attention. Not to mention your sister's apparent obsession with her little project… yeah, she's probably got some sort of magic to take care of it.

Bringing your mind back and taking in Fi's new and old assets, you wonder if you prefer her breasts or ass more now. A few experimental gropes of both (which leads to a series of delightful mewls from her) leads to you reaffirming that her giant halfling ass will always be a favorite of yours. Not that the other isn't something you enjoy as well — far from it. Her heaving, milky bosom is the sort of thing you're sure Eona would tell you women pay big money for.

Speaking of big, you wonder if Fi is the one with the biggest respective assets in the household at the moment. Liane, Zaphi, and Asteria all outclass her in the chest area still, but if you take both into account... hm. You were a bit… distracted when you first fucked her, but you recall Zaphi's ass being very large compared to most of your harem. Her robes do a lot to hide that from you, along with her tendency to keep you in her line of sight when you're around. Something to consider more later.

You decide to check on how Fi's doing by reaching over and grabbing her face, and… yep, she's pretty out of it. Her dopey smile is pretty cute, especially when her smile widens when she sees your face. Now that's just adorable, and you can't help but give her a kiss on the lips for it, which just causes her smile to grow even more. You can practically see little hearts blooming in her eyes. All of which, of course, makes you want to bully her even harder.

Lifting her is a bit tough given how drenched she is from all her milk, but you manage it till you're positioned just above her in a piledriver position. You don't think she can honestly see you right now given her breasts are, quite literally, in her face, so you just grab both of her breasts in your hands to help give you a better view…

… actually, you never did taste her milk, did you? You got a little taste when you kissed her earlier, but not from the direct source. Bringing up one of her breasts and popping one of her teats in your mouth you expected maybe a hint of bitterness combined with something else, but it's actually all… sweet. Sugary-sweet, which… Sugarcane. Ha. You switch over to the other to make sure both taps taste the same, and sure enough, it does. Sugary-sweet Fi. You're never going to stop teasing her over this. Part of you feels it's a shame most of this milk will go to waste, but you know you can simply just give her more alicante venom later if you want any. Probably while you're pounding away at her again. Speaking of…

"Delicious, Fi. I always knew you were a sweet girl." You say, emphasizing the statement with a squeeze of her breast, causing a spurt of milk to fly out and land on her face. "Maybe we will have to look into making this a permanent change."

Once you make sure her breasts won't block her view you rest your hand just over her womb. "Since you were such a brat earlier, perhaps… you should get the same treatment Merin is getting." You don't know if she fully understands just yet what you mean, but she'll know soon enough. Using a bit of magic you change the Guarantee Seal on her to instead be the normal Aamon Seal which… yep, if her widened eyes are any indication she knows what you mean now.

"That's right my pet, soon you'll be filled with more angels than all of Heaven itself." You state, after you started slowly pumping your dick in and out of her. "Merin is already working towards the title of Mother of a Thousand Angels, but who's to say you can't earn that title as well?" You think you just heard her scoff at that, even in her addled state. You give her a smack on the ass for that, causing her to change her tune.

"After all, if I keep knocking you up that'll keep you milky for me whenever I want, you'll get bigger and bigger tits... Isn't that what you'd want, to have these breasts forever without needing me to keep pumping alicante venom into you?" You can physically see her mind trying to churn on whether that's what she wants. Though it seems she enjoys the excuse just as much on you having her take in alicante venom if it means you pinning her down like this.

You give her a reassuring smile. "Just kidding, my love~"

"You don't get to decide. You're going to get fucked day in and day out until you're perfectly shaped for my pleasure, inside..." You thrust against her G-spot for emphasis, making her quiver. "...and out." Now you rub her belly, making the implication clear. She's not getting out of this without at least one kid in her.

You lean down to gently stroke her cheek and give her another kiss on the lips. "Let's make our family even bigger together." Her cheeks light up considerably red at that, but that's the final break she'll get.

From there you go hard on fucking her into the ground. Her breasts have moved into being in front of her face again, which sadly muffles her noises a bit as she moans into them. Her head is absolutely drenched now as well, her breasts constantly spurting out milk in tandem with your thrusts, and harder, larger spurts whenever she cums as well. Which… is pretty common. With you feeling yourself close to cumming you end up doing something a little sneaky. You do want to live up to what you teased her about doing, but you rather it be after you talked about it together. Using a bit of magic again you change the Seal back to Guarantee, though you won't tell her as much. It'll be fun seeing how she reacts if she doesn't notice the change.

Soon after, you feel it. Semen surging down your cock like a dam has been released, and you actually have to root yourself there to make sure your dick stays in place as what feels like days worth of your cum is poured directly into her womb. From your position you can see Fi's belly swell to the point she looks like a woman who's halfway through their pregnancy. If the even louder moans are any indication it looks like Fi can feel as much for her part, too. You… honestly don't know if you were just this backed up or your recent change had any part to play in it. Possibly?

Unfortunately, or fortunately really, as much as you'd love to keep fucking her into the ground and pump even more cum into her while she's still has all this, you do have two other women waiting for you to come pin them down as well and do the same with.

When you pull yourself out and off of the halfling she's pretty well gone, utterly overwhelmed by the pleasure of your assault. Her ass flops into the pond of milk she's produced because of it, causing an actual splash and an additional spurt to add to the growing pond. With nothing to sadly seal the cum in place most of it comes flooding out soon after as well, shrinking her belly to a size of someone in the earlier stages of pregnancy as your cum mixes with her milk.

"Woops." You mutter, leaning down to kiss the halfling's cheek. "You did incredibly, Fi. I love you."

She stirs a little, mumbling something that sounds like 'love you too,' and you smile. Now… what do you do with her? You don't really wanna leave her on the floor like this…

Tamael apparently planned for this sort of thing and the dungeon lights the way to a real rest area, complete with a comfy bed and gentle colors and lighting to soothe the mind. You tuck Fi in, cooing praise all the while, and give the blissed-out halfing a kiss on the forehead as she drifts into a cum-filled slumber.

You're not sure how long you've spent on Fi alone, but you do know that there are at least traps that have kept the other two occupants entertained while she distracted you. Who do you go after next?


Merin! Luckily, Tamael has projected the map into the rest area, and you are therefore able to follow it directly to your warrior lover. Who… isn't having the best go of things.


Merin is bound in a series of ropes that wrap around her in a rather elegant pattern, making diamonds and other similar shapes in the gaps it leaves across her body. Her legs remain free, but her arms and torso are wrapped tightly. Of particular appeal are her breasts — the ropes wrap around and between them in such a way that they serve to accentuate her bosom.

Her arms are behind her, tied tightly together, and while her legs are free her crotch most certainly is not — two thin ropes just barely slide into the gap between her pussy and thighs, somehow tugging her lips so that they're slightly open and exposing the pink, dripping flesh within.

A blindfold covers her eyes, and this combined with her arms being tied means she's left to wander completely blind, unable to even reach out with her arms to judge how far she is from a wall. Fortunately your sister seems to have taken this into account, as instead of allowing her to simply ram into walls the ropes around her will actively tighten and tug her away from them… tugging extra hard against the crotch and chest, of course.

Despite her situation and the weakening curse on her, Merin still struggles for all she's worth, pulling against her restraints with all of her meager strength. They're ensorcelled to punish such things, of course, digging into her flesh in delightfully painful ways in response, but her spirit remains undimmed.

Perhaps you can change that.


Making use of your stellar stealth techniques you sneak right up behind Merin without making a sound.

"Need some help?" You ask the warrior as you quickly wrap your arms around her and grab handfuls of her tits, making her startle in surprise.

"Ari!" She yelps. "How long have you been there? You didn't see me…"

"I just got here." You laugh, trying to lure her into a false sense of security. "C'mon, there's a room nearby we can free you in."

The weakening curse apparently also weakens her caution, because she follows you without question as you gently tug at her bindings to help lead her along. Along the way she lets out little mewls and whimpers noises as she follows you along in instinctual submission. It's almost disappointingly easy, really. You'll need to talk to her about the dangers of listening to strange women in the dungeon later.

You peek into a couple rooms until you find something that catches your eye — a set of anal beads. They grow in size from largest to smallest, and a quick inspection confirms that they go in in that order as well. Perfect.

"Here, lie down." You tell her, laying her across a not too soft bed that your sister placed for just this purpose.

"Goddess, Ari." Merin sighs as she does as you command. "I dunno how some of the other girls can manage not being strong. I feel like a baby bird."

"I'll bet." You hum, turning her around so that her ass is pointed towards you. Fortunately for her, the lubrication from her pussy has managed to wet her backdoor a little too. "Hold still, love~"

"Hey, what are — whoa!" She yelps as you press the first and widest sphere against her rectum and push. Her subsequent attempt to wriggle away from the intrusion is in vain, and after a few drawn-out seconds a satisfying squelch and lack of resistance indicates that your strength has won out over hers.

"There we go. Only… six more." You say after a cursory count. "Honestly, Merin. You're too easy."

"I thought you felt sorry for… gah!" She groans as the next bead makes its way into her innards.

"Felt sorry for you? I'm a devil, Merin." You lean over her body so that you can whisper in her ear. "Or did you forget what I promised I'd do to you?"

She shivers, either from your words or the next few beads slipping into her with little resistance. "You're lucky I'm tied up, monster." She whispers back, getting into the swing of the roleplay and making your excitement surge.

"Am I now? Well, how about I give you a chance to win your freedom, my hero?" You tug sharply on the end of the spheres, making her shriek as the first threatens to free itself from her ass. "I'm going to pull these beads out of you one… by… one."

You accompany those last three words with a few more exploratory tugs and enjoy the sight of her hips bucking in response. "If you can keep even one of them inside you, then I'll untie you… and even get rid of the curse. Then you can try to resist me with all of your strength."

"Deal." Merin replies, as if a 'no' were actually an option.

"Oh? Very well." You say, getting into what you imagine is a lofty devil queen persona. "We'll say… I'll pull on the beads thirty times. One…"

You tug and the first bead is exposed to the air immediately. She gasps and you can see her anus tighten. "I wasn't ready!"

"Two." You pull with one finger, and this time she actually manages to hold the bead in her. "Good girl. Only twenty-eight more to go~"

She holds on through three, four, and five, so you add a second finger's might to the pull. Two more beads are pulled free before her weakened muscles and the girth of the spheres manages to keep them inside again, this time for a respectable eleven tugs.

A loud pop accompanies the next bead as it comes out of her, and a small squirt of fluid from her pussy indicates she nearly came from the sensation.

"Better squeeze tighter." You tease. "You've got thirteen more pulls and only three beads left."

She grits her teeth as you pull again, clearly doing her damndest to win. She makes it all the way to the last pull, then allows herself a chuckle of relief.

"Made it." Merin laughs, wiggling her butt enticingly. "Three beads and only one more tug. I win. Hope you fight better than you pull, devil."

"Oh?" You ask, wrapping your entire grip around the end of the beads. "It's a bit early to celebrate, no?"

Then… you pull. Slowly, tantalizingly, without ever fully stopping. Merin gasps in shock as she realizes her error — up to now you've stuck with short tugs, but there was never any rule that said you were limited to them. Once more, you successfully lured the would-be hero into a false sense of security.

The first bead breaks free, the second following and nearly escaping her confines immediately. She struggles to maintain her grip and fails, and suddenly she's on her last lifeline. Her muscles clench tight, the ring of her anus puckering in defiance of your effort… but the final orb slowly and steadily begins to peek through.

It's almost hypnotic, watching her ass stretch despite her best efforts, seeing the sphere widen it bit by bit, knowing that as soon as it reaches the halfway point—

Pop.

The final bead falls onto the ground as Merin's knees fail her. It's a rather picturesque victory, really. You almost wish Mary were here so that she could immortalize her aunt's defeat on a canvas for future generations.


"I win~" You tease, pressing a finger against the warrior's abused anus. "Now, for the penalty."

"The what?" Merin asks. "There wasn't a penalty for losing!"

"You accepted before I could tell it to you." You reply cheerfully. "Now, since you clearly need to train your ass more…" You form a second cock and grab the warrior by the waist, lifting her hips so that you have a better angle.

You're at least merciful enough to add a bit of extra lube to her backdoor as you double penetrate both it and her pussy. "Goddess, it's been a while since I've double stuffed someone…" You hum in delight as you gently rub a hand on her stomach and feel your double dicks bulging through her muscled abdomen. Not it's going to be muscled for long, mind…

An idea suddenly comes to you as you still feel the ropes that continue to bind her press against your own body. Grabbing hold of the ropes on her back you hold her steadfast as you begin to stand up, which is a true herculean task of endurance as her insides try to already start milking you for all your worth from the sudden movement. Fortunately, the ropes seem to sense your intention and already begin to wrap around your body like a harness. They don't seem to pose any restriction on how you move, and instead just help make sure Merin can stay suspended against you.

The contrast between her pussy and ass is delightful. The former is an all-encompassing wall of muscle and silken delight, whereas the latter concentrates most of its force at the ring of her anus, making it an altogether different yet equally pleasurable sensation. The two sensations combine with the fact that each cock can somewhat feel the pressure exerted by the other from within her.

Now that you're properly standing you adjust your grip to grab the rope by her sides as you begin to start putting your strength training to the test. Doing weight lifting with a bottom-heavy halfling is one thing, doing it to a muscled warrior is another... but you aren't one to shy away from a challenge

Slowly, agonizingly, you lift the Sullundrian woman by her ropes as you start to fuck her on your twin cocks. It's a little bit tricky to find a proper rhythm this way but eventually you get into it. The effort turns out to be worth it, as the ropes dig into her from being pulled even more tautly, which in turn causes the most delightful of mewls from her as it continues to go slack and back to taut as you lift her again. The blindfold likely amplifies the effect she's feeling since it's the only thing she has to focus on.

Merin herself is utterly helpless in your grasp. Her lower half is completely at your mercy as her feet just barely hover above ground, while her upper body can only wriggle and writhe in pleasure within the ropes that bind her while you assault her in earnest.

Seeing as how her only other sense she can primarily focus on is her hearing, you decide it's time for a little teasing.

"I'm hoping for more than one this time, Merin." You tell her teasingly, all while you shift one hand to grab at the rope just above where her womb is. Doing so happens to delectably pull at her lower lips even more as a deep moan escapes Merin from your action and words. "Fi will be giving you solid competition soon, you know. We're going to have to work really—" you thrust up into her with sudden strength, making her yelp, "— hard. Maybe I should visit your mom more, too… she already raised you, after all. That makes her prime breeding stock… just like you."

At those words Merin throws her head back as a hard orgasm rocks through her body. "Oh, did my little defeated hero get off on the thought of her mom falling prey to the same fate?" Merin very limply shakes her head in denial and gives a very weak 'no,' but her recent climax gives the lie away. "Oh don't worry, I'm not going to leave you out of it. You'll both be raising my children in no time. In lieu of that, you might want to focus right… here."

Slowing down your movements a bit and using your hand you pull her closer to you and press her against your body. Your other hand proceeds to reach up and gently move aside her blindfold for a moment. Her eyes are very unfocused and hazy, but after a few seconds and a few loving kisses you manage to get her focus on your face. Without saying anything you indicate for her to look a bit further south, where she notices you having changed her Seal to that of Aamon's. Her breathing hitches for a moment as her eyes widen before another hard orgasm rocks through her.

"That's right my champion, today is the start of it~" You state as you put her blindfold back on again and increase your movements back to their previous tempo. "Today will be the start of your new life on pumping out children, whenever I so desire. How does it feel my dear hero, knowing you'll always be having my babies without so much as a break?"

You have to focus your hearing just a bit, but you make out a very soft, defeated "really good." Guess her act of defiance has worn out, replaced completely by her true loving desire. Mother in Heaven, you love her.

"And that's why you're my champion, Merin. We have a long road ahead of us, and if this doesn't take… well, we can always do this again. And again. And again. And again!" Each 'again' is accompanied by a powerful, forceful thrust that pushes one of your cocks all the way to her cervix as your orgasm builds. You hold yourself there on the last one, giving your seed the best chance of finding her egg as it has easy access to her womb. It's easy enough to imagine that at least one of your seeds managed to find its way to her egg given how bloated her stomach ends up becoming. Not as large as Fi, but that might be attributed to her size as it still feels like the same load from last time. Guess you weren't just simply backed up. Now it's just a matter of how many ended up finding one.

Unlike with Fi, however, you don't just pull yourself out of her this time. Instead, you shift Merin to a more proper full nelson position as you carry Merin to a safe area, fucking her more and more full of your seed the whole way as she struggles limply in her restraints.


You only pull Merin off you when you're in the safe zone, your dicks causing an audible pop and a splash of cum coming out of both holes. Compared to Fi, Merin's belly has become more rounded after you pumped a few more loads into her, looking as if she got knocked up with multiples. That would be lovely. She's a lot slower to deflate too, probably due to the double dose she got.

Finally freeing her from the restraints as you tuck her into bed like Fi, you coo love and assurance at her for a while as she drifts into a satisfied nap, resting your hand atop hers while she lays it across her belly. Once you can tell she's peacefully asleep you make your way into the dungeon once more to catch your final lover.


All that remains is Ilyen, your lovely maid. It's easy to spot her orb on the magically projected map. You trace your way through the maze, coming upon the dragon in…

… a large, mostly empty room lit by softly-glowing runes. At its center lies a comfy-looking bed with thin sheets. Your maid dragonling lies atop the sheets, breathing deeply in a steady rhythm.

"Ilyen?" You approach her, a bit concerned. Her eyes flutter and she looks towards you. Up close you can see her skin is flushed, and she's managed to worm herself halfway out of her clothing before apparently giving up.

"Mistress?" She practically sighs the words.

"Yes, Ilyen." You reach out to brush her forehead and she shivers at your touch. "Are you alright?"

"Magic." She mumbles, nuzzling against your hand lovingly. "The runes. All over."

You frown and glance around, then realize what she means. "Oh, wow."

The runes in this room aren't radiating light — at least, that isn't their primary purpose. Instead, they're pouring magical energy into the room. Which means that Ilyen, with her magic sensitivity orb, is basically getting bombarded with pleasure from all sides. No wonder she's so blissed out.

Wait, now that you think on it… you don't think she moved at all between when you started hunting for Merin and now. "How long have you been in here, pet?"

She practically purrs in joy at being called your pet. "I don't know. A long time?"

Something catches your eye beneath the bed she's lying on. A quick peek reveals a simple bottle labeled 'MS Oil.'

You glance from the bottle to your dragonling. Obviously this is supposed to be used on whoever is in the bed, so…


Well, you trust that your sister wouldn't leave anything dangerous lying around, so you go ahead and grab the bottle. First, though, you need to get your pet out of her maid outfit — she loves that thing so much that you'd hate to get it dirty.

The scalekin moans and mewls as your skin brushes against hers during the disrobing process, but thankfully you manage to get it off without too much hassle. "There. Don't you look pretty, pet?"

She smiles softly, proudly, at the praise. It's easy to forget sometimes, but she is pretty close to being a dragon herself — praise is definitely something she enjoys. Which gives you an idea, actually.

You reach up to gently cup her cheek with one hand while your other does the same to her breast. "You've been a very, very good girl, Ilyen." You whisper. The evenness of her breaths breaks suddenly as her breathing quickens.

"I have?" She asks hopefully, needfully.

"You have," You assure her. "I doubt the homestead would be half as homely without you taking care of it."

"It's not just me." She shakes her head. "Val helps."

"Val helps because she wants to be like you." You remind her. "I think its past time you got a real reward for your help."

"A good maid doesn't need—" Her surprisingly energetic protest is cut off by you pressing your lips firmly against hers, utterly melting whatever she was going to say before she can finish the thought.

"Hush and hold still." You tell her, releasing her cheek to grab the 'MS Oil.' You really wonder what the MS stands for, but you seriously doubt its harmful. You dribble some into your palm…

… and shiver as the area it touched suddenly comes alive with a soft, pleasant buzz. It's hardly overwhelming, but it's enough that you nearly drop the bottle in surprise. "What the…?"

You clench your fist and the sensation dulls a bit, only to resurge when you open it once more. You frown, thinking… then it hits you. MS Oil. This room is filled with runes that pump magical energy into the area. Magical Sensitivity Oil.

You glance at Ilyen. Is this what she's been feeling from that orb the entire time? More importantly… do the effects stack with one another?

You get more oil, doing your best to keep as much of it on your hands as possible. As nice as the accompanying buzz is, you don't want to end up covered in the stuff and blissing out beside Ilyen for the rest of the night. Can't let the girls realize you're susceptible to this or Fi might sneak it into your bed one night.

Once your hands are nice and tingly, you turn to Ilyen. "Lie on your belly, pet."

She does so, exposing her back to you. "Wings flat." That command is followed as well. With no further barriers, you reach out and place an oil-slick palm on her back.

The effect is immediate. Ilyen gasps like you just dumped ice-cold water over her and her claws snap shut as pleasure surges across the small of her back. "Nnnghhh….!"

"Does that feel good?" You ask, not really expecting an answer. "You're doing great, pet, but the reward isn't over. Just hold on…"

Satisfied in your knowledge that the oil and orb work together, you begin your massage in earnest. Your hands move down the small of her back, skip over her ass, and squeeze her thighs. Ilyen jerks in response, her breath catching as the magic oil spreads even further across her flesh. You move further down, adding oil when necessary, so that you've got both of her legs absolutely coated in the stuff.

The effect on your pet is gratifying. Ilyen is utterly incapable of keeping her legs still now, as what was once a pleasantly tolerable tingle is now a throbbing crescendo of pleasure that radiates across her legs. Fluid dribbles from her slit, but you've already decided to save it for last. Instead you move up to her back, making sure to get the oil in the crevasses where her wings connect to her back and shoulders.

Once you have her back done (with the exception of her ass), you flip her over and lather her smooth, slightly muscled tummy with the sensitivity amplifying liquid, marveling at the way it contorts as her breathing gets more and more erratic beneath your touch. Then you move up past her breasts to her shoulders and collarbone, then down to her arms, then to the very tips of her fingers.

You spend a lot of time on her hands, actually, making sure to snake your fingers between her own at every opportunity, before finally ending in a double-handholding that lasts a good minute. Ilyen shivers beneath you, and you can feel that shiver through her grasp.

"There we go. That should cover your reward for keeping the house clean." You smile at her. "Next, your reward for being a good mother…"

It only makes sense to reward a good mother by focusing on one of the most notably maternal assets — her breasts. You make sure to take your time on them, expertly trailing your oil-slick fingertips around the perimeter of her luscious orbs before slowly squeezing and kneading your way to her rose-pink nipples.

As soon as the oil hits an actual erogenous zone, Ilyen cums. You watch as her muscles seize in pleasure all at once, much to her own shock, and the scent of feminine arousal in the air amplifies in intensity. Her climax isn't long, but the way she constantly wriggles and jerks afterwards tells you that the constant magical pleasure being pumped into her is preventing her from fully coming down from it.

If she reacted like that to her nipples being touched…


You flip her back over and go to work on her bottom, groping her no less thoroughly or lovingly than you would Fi's world-class rear. Your fingers often tread dangerously close to her erogenous areas, teasing the pleasure to come… but they never take the dive.

One hand moves to her thighs once more to tease around the edge of her lower lips as your other continues to assail her ass. It's harder than it sounds — Ilyen isn't jerking around so much as outright thrashing beneath your grasp now, and holding onto her is a feat in and of itself.

"A-AH! MISTRESS, MISTRESS, I CAN'T—NAAAA!!!"

A surge of fluid from her lower lips accompanies another orgasm as the dragonling's utterances become less and less coherent.

"There. That's both rewards done." You hum, backing off and letting her breathe. "Did you like it, pet?"

It takes her a while to collect herself, but she nods slowly. "It was very good, mistress."

"Good." You say, leaning over her to give her another big kiss. "Now… do you want more?"

She shivers, nodding again. "Come now, Ilyen. You're not a child. Tell me what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Mistress. I want… I want to give Val a sister." Her cheeks flush and she looks momentarily worried, as if she's both embarrassed and thinks she might have overstepped.

"Good girl." You tell her, then with no war-... actually, an idea came to you that pauses you in your tracks. Which is saying a lot when one of your lovers just practically begged you to knock her up, but you doubt you'd really stop yourself if you don't do it now. Ilyen is magically sensitive currently, you just coated her in MS oil, and this room also pours in magic as well, right? What if you… use some magic in addition? Sure, you can just focus some magic into a specific body part of yours, but would there be an effect if you use actual spells?

The best one to start with might just be Aromatic Allure, which magically enhances your scent. You kind of forget you have that still, given your harem already likes your scent a lot, but it's the one that'd be the most notable if anything changed.

After casting it you don't feel or notice anything on your end, but you didn't figure you would. The other person in question might, which seems to be the case as you hear her curiously sniffing the air. Interesting. Moving a bit closer over to Ilyen, the sniffing becoming even more frequent and louder, you shift Ilyen a bit to roll over so she's on her back again and decide to go ahead and rest your dick on her face.

Oh. Yeah, that might've done the trick. Her pupils just dilated to that of saucers, and you think she just came as well from taking a deep whiff. "Mistress… a-ah, I thought you w-were going to- oh f-fuck, please mistress, l-let me service you! Please, please let me service you! Your scent is reaching into my brain, o-overriding everything there and making everything there think n-nothing else besides you!"

Is… is she roleplaying or not? You can't tell. In either case, you doubt that she hasn't been obsessed with your pleasure since the beginning, so who are you to deny it now? Putting a hand on her head you give her the green light. "Go right ahead my dear pet, service your mistress as you like."

She goes after your rod like a woman who up to now has been denied her greatest pleasure in life. Her serpentine tongue coils around your cock as much as it is able, and the areas that she can't reach she moves her tongue up and down with enough speed that they aren't left unattended for long. Her eyes radiate a frenzy of adoration and love as she does her best to please you…. which she's doing a good job at achieving, as you have to lean over her to stabilize against the table once she realizes her mouth can take part of your cock while her tongue works the rest.

Soon after, you feel your orgasm building. Moving back a bit — and consequently eliciting a whine from Ilyen as you temporarily deny her the fullness of her treat — you angle your member so it's aimed right at her face. A bit of last-second inspiration sees you adding your Elemental Spurt spell to her reward to add to the effect a bit. With a few more tongue pumps from Ilyen you unload onto her face, thankfully not as much as before with Fi and Merin lest you drown the poor almost-dragon. Hell, as it is your cum coats nearly all of her face. And while you believe Ilyen's been cumming since she started taking in your scent, your cum hitting and resting on her face is the final straw as she cums hard and continuously. Her tongue is left hanging out of her mouth and her eyes having rolled back into her head slightly, now that your scent is at its strongest and utterly enveloping her.

You actually start to worry a bit you might've accidentally mind-broken your lover till she starts rousing from her stupor. "M-mistress' scent… it's cementing itself in my mind… D-don't think I can ever part from it… o-or Mistress ever… So w-warm, a-and loving…" Adding to this her tongue lazily starts to scoop some of your cum into her mouth as she continues on praising your scent and other variations. Did you just give her a fetish for your smell like you did Fenri? Guess you'll see if that ended up being the case, but you still have more to do with her.

Once she's scooped most of your cum into her mouth, without any warning you sweep the dragonling into your arms and sit on the bed yourself, with her in your lap and facing you. Your skin tingles where you touch and the oil transfers, but you're horny enough to not care anymore if you end up buzzed on the stuff. There's a bit of your cum left on her lips which you help feed into her mouth with your thumb, an action that has her lovingly sucking on said finger with a hypnotized gaze.

"So I remember earlier you said you wanted to give Val another sister?" Ilyen nods rapidly at that while still sucking on your thumb, making you chuckle. Casting Comforting Touch with your other hand — oddly enough you don't feel anything even with your hand still having the MS oil on it — you go about headpatting her as she continues. The magic radiating from your palm has her mewling happily. "I'm really happy to hear that, my dear pet. You've done a wonderful job of taking care of the homestead even when I'm not around. You deserve a reward."

"But you're sure asking for a lot. I'll need a promise that you'll keep being the best maid on Gaea for something like that."

"I-I promise!" Her eyes burst open and light up with delight at the subtle praise as you quickly take your thumb out, else she accidentally bites it. "I'll be the best maid forever for you!"

You can't not reward a declaration like that, but you also equally want to tease her a little further. "Oh really~? You can say as much, but are you willing to do whatever I ask of you?"

"Yes!"

"If I want you to do all of the Homestead chores for the rest of your life would you be willing?"

"YES!" That one was… almost fanatically gleeful. You're almost scared how seriously she takes chores. Time to deflect a bit.

"If I want to pin you down while you're doing laundry and have my way with you, would you want to have me do as I like?"

"Please!"

"If I were to declare that from here on you would be a broodmother for my children and constantly keep popping them out like the others, is that something you'd be willing to do and enjoy?"

"YES! Please Mistress, do it now! I'll be a good maid and broodmother if that's what you want! I'll do a stellar job at both that you'll be proud with! Please knock me up again and again and give Val even more sisters! Just have your way with me whenever and I'll love every second of it! I love you so much Mistress!"

Yeah, you definitely can't deny her now after that additional love declaration. So you lather your cock in the oil, gasping at how much more intense the buzzing is against an area actually meant to feel pleasure, and then you plunge into her sodden love canal.

You had thought that being inside Ilyen would provide a reprieve from the oil's sensations thanks to being out of the rune's direct path, but as it turns out a near-dragon has plenty of internal magic of her own. The oil's tingle intensifies within her, and for the first time you realize how much of a magical powerhouse your second dragonling really is. You feel like you're melting within her, dissolving into raw ecstasy at the touch of her magic-laden silken walls.

Ilyen, for her part, doesn't appear to have an internal immunity to her own magic, if the way she latches onto you and breaks down in rapturous cries is any indication. Your added scent amplifies the pleasure she's receiving from it with her head so close to you. She clings to you like a drowning woman to driftwood, licking your neck and cheek like the loyal, loving, sex-addled pet she is. There's times she doesn't even have the strength to do that, her tongue lolling against your shoulder as you continue to pound away at her. Driven by instinct, you focus your own magic into your fingers and cock to add even more pleasure to her. With the former you knead her breasts and press against her clit, and with the latter…

Well. There's only so much holding on you can do when you're being overloaded with so much pleasure that you don't even realize you're getting close to cumming. With one final idea in mind you decide to just reapply the Guarantee Seal on Ilyen to see if that has any effect like the other two spells have done. Channeling a bit more magic into casting it again just above her womb, it'd be interesting to see ho-

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PoV: ???

Location: ???

The silence is nice. It's a comfort and luxury you rarely ever get nowadays, but one you enjoy immensely when you can. Just you, yourself, and your thoughts. Maybe a nice book if you feel in the mood for it as you stare out the window at the dark sky. Too many times you're left constantly breaking apart fights or having to entertain others that you just want to be left alone to yourself. Not much you can really do to change having to still deal with it, you know how you are and there's nothing you can do to change what you did. You just have to pu-

…hm? That's a spell that hasn't been used in a very long time. It was created so long ago but it never saw use after it was created. Even then, a spell like that shouldn't have been used to such an extent that you yourself would've felt it. There's something different yet also… similar about it in a way you can't describe.

Before you're able to think on it further you're very sadly taken out of your own quiet and peaceful thoughts by an attendant opening the door and saying there's another fight you need to break apart. It's a tiring affair, but one you have to begrudgingly deal with once again as you get up out of your chair. It's such a trial, sometimes, especially for one as prolific as yourself. Still, you love each and every one of the little monsters despite the trouble they bring to your life. As you make your way towards the door you spare one last idle thought for the mystery spellcaster.

Just what did she do?

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PoV: Hecate

Awareness once more. Dim, at first, but growing by the second. Understanding follows confusion as the youngest Goddess pieces together her memory.

She empowered her niece, then… nothing but this. Slipping in and out of consciousness, only vaguely aware of her own existence. Ariel must be doing… something. Magic, probably. That would make sense, it would resonate with Hecate's own nature and rouse her as she — SWEET STARS ABOVE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

The Goddess is rocketed to consciousness with a sensation that vaguely reminds her of that time she teased Primordia a little too hard and got a volcano to the face for it.

She's in her atelier, still in her niece's soul, though it looks like a hurricane came through the place. With a sigh and wave of her hand, the place repairs itself, even filling her a nice new cup of tea in the process. As the newly-awoken Goddess glances around, she can't help but wonder.

Just what did her darling niece do?

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PoV: Ariel

…You…

You think just blacked out for a moment there.

Holy fuck, what did you just do? You remember casting the Crest again on Ilyen, and the last thing you felt was her insides gripping you with so much strength it actually hurt. Correction, still hurts.

Your hair hangs over your face in a tangled mess, but you untangle yourself from Ilyen a bit after feeling like you've been entwined in a magically-induced rapture for what feels like an eternity, before you realize you don't actually really feel her. You feel something press against your stomach, but it doesn't really feel like Ilyen is leaning against you. That is, till Ilyen's limp grasp on you finally lets go and she flops back against the table.

Oh… oh, that's a lot of cum you just pumped into her. Just how much or how long have you been filling her? She looks like a woman nearing the end of her pregnancy, maybe even a little past that. Schooling your features and using one of your arms to flip your hair out of the way you take note of the situation a bit.

Ilyen, for her part, is completely out of it like Merin and Fi were. She lets out little murmurs of 'mistress' and 'love you' but that's as far as she really goes while her hands gently glide against her stomach. The magic stuff has also left you a bit groggy.

Yeah, it's best to end it here. Unsheathing yourself from Ilyen has the effect you've come to expect thanks to the other two. You don't know if Ilyen's resultant moan is from pleasure or from disappointment. Probably both. You manage to collect yourself enough to pick the dragonling up into a princess carry and bring her over to another safe room that's conveniently nearby so she has a proper place to rest as well. The pseudodragon takes the moment to tuck her face against your chest as she takes in even more of your scent, reminding you to turn that off once you tuck her in.


Once you're done and have given her the love and assurances like the others you stagger out to go talk with your sister. Tell her thanks, all that stuff. As you turn a corner in the maze you hear a surprised 'eep!' and see a naked red-haired young woman disappear around the corner.

Instinctively you almost give chase, before you catch and chastise yourself. "Don't go chasing Chalice, Ariel." You mumble. "Not unless Tamael asks you, at least."

Goddess, are you talking to yourself out loud? You really are out of it. As you go down the opposite way you don't notice the small puddle that was left where the woman originally was.


Chalice somehow beat you back to the main room and got her clothes back on. You frown in confusion as Tamael rushes over to take a look at you. You didn't think the young priestess was that fast, but maybe she's just got the dungeon memorized by now.

A surge of magical energy washes over you, making you yelp in shock as the oil on you evaporates in a sudden wave of sensation.

"Sorry!" Tamael says, blushing. "I, ah. Warned you, but you were fairly… out of sorts. That was just an energizing spell mixed with something to get rid of the oil."

You blink, then shake your limbs, and… sure enough, you feel better. "Wow. Where did you learn that?" At the very least, it's not a divine spell you know of.

"It's a modified version of a Brute spell." She replies. "Did you have fun?"

"I did." You nod. "You really put a lot of thought into this, didn't you?"

Tamael's cheeks burn crimson. "I… enjoy coming up with and implementing new concepts for it, yes."

"Seriously, she spends all her spare time on it." Chalice comments, shortly after ducking a thrown pillow that she clearly expected.

"Ahem." Your sister clears her throat. "As long as you found it enjoyable, my sister, then I am happy."

"I did. I was surprised to spot Chalice in there though. Does she do the cleaning or something?"

Both of them look at you with utter confusion writ on their faces and you feel your heart sink as some distant part of your mind makes a connection your conscious thoughts haven't caught up to yet.

"I've been here all night." Chalice comments.

"Indeed she has." Tamael adds.

"Then who was the naked red-head that… I…"

No.

Absolutely not.

There is no way in Heaven or Hell that she managed to piggyback onto your Tome teleport, follow you all the way across town and into the church, and then into your sister's sex dungeon, all without you noticing. She isn't that good at sneaking around.

You refuse to believe it.

"Oh?" Tamael's voice catches your attention, and you see her staring at one of her conjured maps. "Someone else is in the dungeon now, with… the exhibitionist's orb."

You take a deep, deep breath, and then…

"TIANSHI!!!"


Tianshi

This seemed like a much better idea an hour or so ago. At first you just wanted to see if you could sneak into the teleportation's radius without getting caught, then when you did that you decided to see how far you could follow mom into town before she noticed, then…

Well, you actually kind of hesitated when you realized what Aunt Tamael's dungeon really was. It took you a good while to work up the courage to go in, and really the breaking point was when your aunt and her girlfriend started getting a little closer than you thought they'd be comfortable with you seeing.

So… it isn't really your fault that you grabbed what you thought was the orb meant for taking large insertions and ran into the dungeon. You were just trying to protect your aunt's privacy. Yeah, mom will totally buy that. Right after she spanks your ass twenty different shades of red.

It's cool. It's fine. You can… hopefully take it.

You don't even know where you are anymore in this dungeon. You swear you've walked everywhere without any sign of anyone at this point. Which is strange, you'd figure you'd come across Mama at some point. Or… hear her and the others if you're being honest.

That was at least till you suddenly stepped in something wet, which in your vulnerable state made you nearly jump out of your clothes… er, your skin, from the sudden change in terrain. It isn't long before the smell hits you the hardest. Is that… milk? Wait… is this stream all milk? You don't know if this is a trap, but you are curious since it doesn't feel like it. Following the stream of milk(?), dodging some weird rods that randomly pop out to try and slap you on the ass (only Mama can do that), you come across the room containing the source.

…Ok, your Mama was definitely here. Why is there so much milk, though? Oh wait, didn't Aunt Fi take that orb to increase her breast size and lactation? But that doesn't explain how there's just so much right now, you'd otherwise figure maybe a stain here and there. But the floor of this entire room is basically an entire pond. It's on the ceiling and walls for Mama's sake too!

Actually, why does part of the milk have a different color compared to the rest? Before you even think about it more, a subconscious part of your mind already moved your body in to scoop some of it up with your fingers. It's… sticky. Lot more goopy than what you'd expect of milk. No wait, is this… cum? Your Mama's cum? But… but there's so much of it in this pond. T-that shouldn't be possible…

Is this just what your Mama is capable of? Would she do the same to you if you grabbed that orb? Just make you lactate so much as she pounds away at you to produce this output? Oh fuck, now you're getting horny. It's best you get out of here quickly before your imagination runs wild.

Making your way out and deftly dodging even more of these traps (why are there so many?) you start to hear a noise coming from nearby. Oh fuck, is it Mama? Sneaking just a little bit more quietly as you near the source you notice a trail leading to a room again. But it's not milk this time, you think it's Mama's cum again. Just… just how much does she have in her? Where does she even store it all?

Oh fuck, you're already in front of the room and… oh lame good, Mama isn't here. It's just Aunt Mer- why is her stomach so big! No, no way, you know for a fact she wasn't pregnant coming in, and babies don't grow that fast, you checked! She's sleeping so soundly though, and she's gently rubbing her stomach so she's not in pain. Just what is…

Mama's cum. Holy fuck.

Y-you need to leave again. Now. You need to go find Ma- no, you need to avoid Mama still. But fuck, what if you end up in a state like that as well once she's done having her way with you? Just how many would Mama knock you up with in one go? F-fuck, stop yourself from going any lower, hand!

You nearly get caught in a rope trap as you're lost in thoughts before you bring yourself out of them in time. Master always said to never get distracted. But, looks like this is where Mama took Merin. Damn, that would be ho- STOP! You start dashing at an even faster speed before you can focus on it anymore, not caring about any noise you might be making right now.

Not too long later you finally take a break from all your running, just catching your breath a bit from the dead sprint you just did. What if Mama was also chasing you instead in that instance, how hot might that be? Fuck, you can't get her out of your head anymore. Not that you ever could before.

Bringing your hand up to your forehead in exasperation you feel something wet be pressed against it. Confused, you bring your hand down and realize. You never wiped off the cum from earlier. Most have fallen off as you've been moving around, but there's a decent amount still left. You know you should probably just wipe it off cause it'd be better to get it from the source, but the smell of it is starting to get to you. It seems strong, but why does it also smell so good?

…Maybe a little taste would be fine. No one will know. R-right?

As you slowly bring it up to your tongue a sudden noise breaks you out of your thoughts again and makes you jump. That… was that a moan? That might actually be Mama this time, and as much as you've told yourself you should be avoiding her right now every other part of your body is screaming to go see her right now. A little peek should be fine, surely…

With your heart thundering in your ears with every footstep closer you make, you eventually reach the corner and peek around it. You see her. There she is, the sole love of your life, and the one who also brought you into this world. She's there with Ilyen as they stay embraced together. Mama must've just gotten done rutting into Ilyen and are just basking in each other now. By Mama's name, you wish you were there instead. You wish you could also see Mama's face right now but her hair is blocking your view.

Oh, looks like they're moving. Maybe you should leave before they notice yo- …oh.

Oh.

You have to physically cover your mouth to stop yourself from audibly gasping in shock once Ilyen flops back on the table. You thought Merin was big, but that was an understatement. Is this just what your Mama is capable of? Just reducing anyone to a state like that at any time? It must've taken a lot out of her to be able to put them in that state, right?

Almost as if on cue Mama flips her hair back to let you get a glimpse of her face.

…She's unfazed! She's telling you that after the results you've seen with your other Aunts she just treats it as nothing?!

That ends up being the final straw as you're not able to hold yourself back from your imagination running wild on being taken by Mama in various ways. One hand starting to finger yourself as your other hand, one you recognize again as having that bit of cum left, is the one covering your mouth. You have an idea that you're curious would work, but you'd rather not get Mama actually mad as you instead put said fingers in your mouth. Only other thought left in your mind being "delicious" as you cum on the spot.

Once you finally come to, you notice that you left a larger spot than you'd ever expect. You're worried Mama might know you were here as you slowly get back up again to peek around the corner, but she might also believe it was from her other lovers. She might. Hopefully.

Mama won't even know you're — OHFUCKSHE'SRIGHTTHEREBOOKIT!

A few minutes later you're trying to catch your breath some distance away. Goddess, you miss your garb. The enchantments your master put on it make it easier to use your magic sense to detect others, which… you'd been relying on too much, clearly. Part of you is surprised she didn't bring this up before, but knowing her she knew you'd eventually screw up like this.

There is no teacher like failure, Tianshi.

Great. Lesson learned, you rely too much on your cool magic outfit to sneak around. Awesome. Thanks, master.

But… she did get pretty far. That's something worth feeling proud over, right? At least it doesn't seem like Mama realized that was her earlier. If she had, there's no doubt she'd have been screaming her name—

"TIANSHI!!!"

Oh fuck.


You run despite knowing that there's no real chance you'll get away. Might as well enjoy the thrill of it while it lasts. Thankfully your master spent a long time on traps and trap evasion, so even without your gear you artfully dodge around the various pitfalls your aunt has left around.

"Where did she even get the idea for that thing?" You mutter as you leap over what looks like a traingle with straps on it. It bucks up like a horse, trying to catch you in the restraints, but you do a somersault in mid-air to evade it. Master would be proud… of the dodge, not of you getting your dumb naked ass trapped in a sex dungeon with your angry mom. That… you feel like even your normally-unflappable mentor might laugh at you for that one.

--

Ariel

"My, she sure can move." Your sister marvels as she watches Tianshi's dot bolt across her map like a frightened mouse. "And that's with her having to avoid my traps, too." There's an odd gleam in your sister's eyes. "I have been needing a more agile tester for—"

You don't really catch the rest of her statement as you're already tearing through the dungeon after your absolute brat of a daughter. Stalking you is one thing. Successfully sneaking past you for an entire evening? Oh, it's on.

It. Is. On.

It isn't long before you catch sight of the tantalizing svelte figure of your daughter as she cartwheels over one of the canes that spanked Fi senseless. Your relative positions to one another means that when she's mid-cartwheel you catch sight of her hairless, innie slit and your mind goes blank for a second…

…before her shriek of fear at realizing you're there brings you back to reality. Tianshi screams at the top of her lungs and flees like she's doing so for her life.

"Get back here, you!!!"

--

She's clever, you'll give her that. Normally you'd catch her in a heartbeat, especially since she has to focus on dodging traps and escaping you. She's smart enough to try and set traps off in just the right way to point them in your direction, doing her best to slow you down.

If you were still at the level you were when she was born, it might even have worked. As it is, though?

You elegantly whirl past the misdirected traps and close the distance between the two of you despite her best efforts. Both of you have long abandoned your legs, relying entirely on the agility of flight to win your little race. Like a hawk descending on a sparrow, you surge forwards and tackle your daughter into a side room.

"Ha!" You exclaim, exulting in your triumph. "Caught yo…" Your victory dies in your throat as you realize your hands are holding something small but delightfully firm and soft, and you look down…

Is this the first time you've really paid attention to Tia when she's nude? Goddess, she's gorgeous. Your daughter isn't as big as some of your other lovers in multiple ways, but her figure is delightful all the same. Svelte, athletic, just a bit toned…

"M-mom?" She squeaks.


"You're gorgeous." You breathe, making her gulp and burn redder.

"I-I'm n-not—"

"Hush." You say, pressing two fingers to her lips. "You, young lady…" You sigh, then stand, doing your best to maintain your decorum, and offer her a hand. "Explain yourself."

--

Honestly, it's kind of an understandable story, as much as you hate to admit it.

Tia sits in your lap, still nude thanks to her orb. "…so I thought I'd at least have fun running with… from you."

"Mmhmm." You hum, running your fingers through her short red hair. "You remember our earlier talk about boundaries?"

"…yes. There weren't any against following you around."

"But there were rules about something that might result in you getting hurt."

"I've been to the city tons of times." She defends herself, puffing her modest chest out. "And if I can hide from you, I can hide from anyone."

You feel a smile form despite your best efforts. "Is that right? I think you might think a little too much of me, Tia."

"No. You're awesome." She says matter-of-factly and lays her head on your shoulder. "I didn't think I'd sneak by you for so long. I guess you were just… distracted."

"Uh-huh." You laugh. "That's a way to put it, I suppose."

You sit there in silence for a while, then finally decide to take the plunge. "Clearly I need to be paying more attention to you, Tia, and now is as good a time as any. We're in the right place for it, at least."

She gulps and wriggles around in your lap. "You mean…?"

"Yes. I'll let you pick where, and how you want it."


"Um, I'm a little nervous, so…" Tianshi trails off, and you give her a peck on the forehead.

"Alright. Come on, I'll be gentle."

You pick her up in a princess carry and take her to the nearest safe room, doing your best to ignore the scent of arousal in the air. Patience, Ari. Patience.

"How many of these does she have?" Tianshi mutters as you lay her on the bed. "That's like the fourth room with a bed I've seen."

You shrug. "I think she wants there to be a close place to rest no matter where you are."

"Oh. That makes sense." Tianshi sits there awkwardly. "Um, do I…" She spins over in the bed, making an approximation of a sexy pose by covering her breasts while covering her sex with a leg. "…is this good? Or do I just get on my back?"

"That's not bad." You admit. "I could lift your leg like this, see?"

You do so, exposing and spreading her pussy lips. The glisten with arousal which flows at this very moment. A lot, actually, but no need to embarrass her further about it. Yet, at least. You reach down and rub her lips with your fingers, making her gasp a little.

"Oh! That feels… nice." She mutters as you work your way inward. "Different from doing it myself."

"I'd hope so." You laugh, slowly exploring your daughter's pussy, from her outer lips to her opening to her clit. That last one makes her leg quiver hard enough to break free of your (gentle) grasp and she reflexively snaps her legs shut once more with a wet slap.

"S-sorry." She mumbles. "I wasn't expecting it to feel quite so intense."

"It's okay. I think you're ready anyways. As long as you think so too?"

She frowns, gulps, then nods. You lay her on her back entirely, spreading her legs just enough to allow you access, and line your cock up with her entrance. "This should be a good size." You say aloud, mostly for her benefit. "Not too big, not too thick… but still enough for you to feel it."

"Okay." She breathes, closing her eyes and swallowing once more. "Um, mama?"

"Yes, sweetie?"

"I love you."

What more invitation do you need? You glide into her like she was made for you.


Tia's training has paid off, in more ways than one. Like her full-blooded sister, she's well-muscled outside and in, and unlike Ava she's just a smaller girl naturally. This results in one of the tightest holes you've had the pleasure of plumbing, even after having reduced your size to accommodate her obvious trepidation.

Tianshi's vocal, too. Little shrills of 'ah!' quickly echo throughout the room you're in as she experiences penetration for the first time. "Are you okay, sweetie?"

"Mmmah! Yeah—ah!" You smile down at the normally bratty Fallen. She's clearly trying her best to keep her voice down, but utterly failing.

"Good. Let me know if it hurts or you want me to stop." You tell her, then get back to slowly sliding in and out of her. It's rather nice to just indulge in someone like this after the rough fucking you gave two of your three victims tonight.

And indulge you do. You take your time and explore every nook and cranny of Tianshi's pussy with your cock, taking careful measure of her reactions as you do so. That general feeling of… rightness you experienced with her sisters exists here as well, making you feel comfortable in a way that you can't quite put into words.

While you continue to delve her depths, your hands begin to work their way around Tianshi's body. You almost feel like your arms could easily snake around the entire girl, which you honestly could, with how small she is. She's definitely Ju's daughter, physically speaking. For example, her slight breasts, which you give a little squeeze, barely fill out your hand at all like Fi's (original) size, but they're cute on her. Her ass as well, smaller in comparison to basically all of your harem with just your hand alone grasping most of it, but yet it also feels just right on her. Both in size and shape. Spinginess too, if your spanks on it are anything to go by.

After giving her body a thorough inspection, your hands slowly begin working their way up to Tianshi's face, gently grasping to stare directly at her. Her eyes stare transfixed into yours, love and adoration written across them even if no words come out to say as much. Much like with her elder sisters there's just something to do to seal the deal, but before then Tianshi says some words first.

"M-mama? I just want to say that… I'm sorry if I may annoy you too often and make you upset, or mad. I just… really love you, a lot, and enjoy what we do together. It's fun, which… w-well, also includes when you punish me."

"Oh honey, you'll never make me upset. Or, at least it'll be hard for you to push me enough to be considered upset or mad at you. I love you just as much and you make me proud with what you've been able to achieve. I'm happy to have you."

Her smile brightens at that. "I'm… I'm glad to hear that. I really do. N-now… make me into another one of your wives, o-or whatever you'd like me to be for you. …P-please, Mama?"

You don't say anything, only feeling your smile grow as you lean in to bring your lips closer to lock together. From there everything becomes connected in wholeness, her connected to you and you connected to her. You just stay like that a bit, making out with each other as you loving fuck your daughter into the bed, loving and happy mewls escaping from Tianshi's mouth as you continue.

At some point — you can't quite say when, as you're mostly lost in the experience of fucking your daughter — Tianshi grows comfortable enough to regain her usual brattiness.

"Um, you can… ah! Go harder, mam-ah!" She says to you. You pause, looking at her critically.

"Tia, you don't have to act brave."

"I'm not acting brave! I can take it." She replies, struggling to hold back her moans still. "U-unless you can't give it?"

She's baiting you, and you know it… but to her credit, she's always been good at pushing all of your buttons.

So you pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster than before. Tia grips the sheets beneath her and grits her teeth, fighting as hard as she can to pretend she's able to take you on. Honestly, where did this competitive streak come from? Clearly not from you, you're not competitive at all. It must be Ju's fault.

"Y-you call that hardddaaaahhh!" Tia shrieks as you press a thumb down on her clit and give her a firm rub. "You're nnnnnot that tough…!" She manages to squeak out.

"Oh really?" You ask her. "If I'm not tough, then I know you're nowhere near tough. Here, watch." You work a little magic and your cock increases in size within her, making her eyes widen into saucers. "Ha! See?"

Your taunt causes her eyes to narrow in determination. "I b-bet a drunken goblin could fuck better than this!"

Okay, that is it.


You pull out and loom above her, working your magic over your cock. She lets out a little gasp of terror as a massive oblong shadow passes over her face — you've made your member about as big as you can manage.

"This," You begin to lie through your teeth, "Is my natural size. In fact, I'm not limited to just one." You say as you have your second dick of equal size appear, making her eyes grow wider as she audibly gulps at the sight and one hand slowly reaching towards them. "But you're not ready for something like that. So for now, we'll keep to just the one. You're about to be the first to take it, Tianshi. Congratulations."

She begins to sputter out an apology but you flip her over onto her belly as you will away the second dick… and reduce your size to your actual real size instead of gargantuan. Which is still on the much larger side, admittedly. You're not that mean, and she clearly just likes messing with you. "Here I come, Tia~"

You press back into her with some difficulty, wincing at the near-vicelike state of her pussy. A bit of worry enters you, and you pause. "Tia, if you want me to stop—"

"No!" She shakes her head and looks back. "I'm okay! I can taaake iiitttt!?"

Her voice trails off into uncertainty as you take her words to heart and press forward through her insane tightness. "Ffffuck, Tia. I can barely move."

Slowly but surely you pull in and out, picking up the pace as you slowly remold your daughter to your shape. Leaning over her, you whisper in her ear. "Well, Tia? How does it feel to be ruined by your own mother?"

In response she forces her hips back into you, pushing herself an extra inch or so down your length and making you gasp in surprise. She looks back once more, a smug little smile on her exhausted face. "How does it feel to be beaten by your daughter at your own games?"

She's talking about sneaking by you. How dare she?


Whatever intentions you had of being gentle — and indeed, whatever want Tia had for you to be gentle — have evaporated into a haze of back-and-forth competitive fucking.

"I give you leeway and this is how you repay me, brat?" You ask as you grab both her arms and pull them back so you can fuck her even harder. "When I'm done you won't even be able to walk!"

She dissolves into a series of moans, shrieks, and mewls as you pound her tight little pussy like it just insinuated she can sneak past you. You maintain the pace for a good while, until you're certain you've worn the younger Fallen out, then let her arms go.

She flops forward onto the bed, breathing hard, then a little laugh escapes her lips as she kicks her legs. "I can still walk, dummy."

Did… did she just call you a dummy? You, her fucking mom?!

This time you grab both of her wrists with one hand and use your other to spank her ass twenty shades of red as you pound her into the mattress. Her pussy gushes fluid with each smack, positively soaking the bed beneath you two. Her abused cunt muscles spasm around you wildly as you force orgasm after orgasm out of your unfilial child.

This time when you release her, she turns onto her back, wincing as she puts weight on her reddened ass. Tears pour down her cheeks, but she still manages to look defiant and smug.

"What's with that look, brat?"

"You don't get it, mama." She whispers, her eyes sparkling with delight and ecstasy. "It doesn't matter what you do, or how bad you beat me. If I win, then I win. If you win… all you did was beat someone not even a fraction of a fraction of your age, and I win. No matter what happens… I win."

Every 'I win' is like a slap to your face. "You… you!!!"


The next thing you know, you've got her lifted into your arms and into a standing fuck. Her legs wrap around your waist as she holds on for dear life, and your lips lock together while your tongues compete for dominance. Tia gives it her all, even knowing she can't even begin to overpower you.

Two ideas come to your mind as a result to win this little game. You have to punish her in some capacity after all for her "I win" comments. Can't let her think that's actually true, after all. Though not before you win in your current game of tongue dominance, which comes easily enough when her strength starts to wear out even there, allowing you to plumb the entirety of her mouth as her own is left to your assault. Popping your lips off to give her a smug smirk in return to her face that still tries to stay defiant you start your first "bombshell" to her. "So you think you can take my natural length, was that right?"

"O-of couursse I caaAAANN. I-It's easy…" Whereas she says that she tries to wiggle down a little bit more on your dick to take a bit more, with no such luck. Not that the feeling wasn't pleasant.

Giving a soft chuckle you slowly increase your dick size by just a little, making her eyes, wide as they already are, widen even more. Not too much though, don't want to break her on it. Yet, at least. "And that's where you're wrong honey, I shrunk it back right before I started. So you're going to have to try a little bit harder, because for this, I win."

You don't know if she even has the fortitude to find some way to counteract your claims, nor does her body want to either as just those last two words seemed to have her cum on command with them.

And sure enough, bit by bit her stamina begins to wear thin. Every thrust fucks a little bit of her endurance away, and where she once held herself up in this position you're forced to grab onto her ass to keep her aloft… which means you can go at her all the harder, of course. For the first time since this contest began, you feel your seed begin to gather.

"I love you, Tia." You tell your daughter, not entirely sure whether she can even hear you in her absolutely fucked state. "You're going to be mine, and mine alone. You little fucking brat, I love you so much." As you say that you unleash your second idea, placing the Guarantee Seal right on top of her womb. She might've recognized that a bit, getting excited at the idea with the way her body shudders, but you aren't actually going to do that yet. You'll make sure to cast Plan Better after, which will be part of her punishment. But the Seal will remain, marking her as yours and your love for her. And with that done, you unleash the evidence of that love, the selfsame seed that gave her life, into her virgin womb.

Even in her addled state Tianshi can feel the flood of semen as her belly swells just like the others, and she writhes in your grasp as you pump her more and more full of your life-giving warmth.

"Feel that, Tia? That's how it feels to get knocked up by me. Remember that next time you decide to mouth off." You punctuate your statement with a long, loving kiss, on her dopey loving smile then collapse back onto the bed, dragging her along with you as you ride out the afterglow.


As you lie down you feel exhaustion begin to set in once more. Apparently you pushed your sister's spell to its limit. Vaguely, you remember to cast Plan Better on your daughter, just till she nears the end of her training, and then…

"What the hell?" You blink as you watch her wings suddenly grow and flap hard enough to carry her into the air. Once there, they wrap around her so completely and tightly that you can just barely make out her figure, and the winged cocoon drops back on to you, driving the wind from your lungs.

It takes you a moment to realize what just happened, since you've never seen it from the outside. Tianshi is changing.

You tuck the cocoon next to you in the bed, then wrap your arms around it and fall asleep, wondering what Tia will look like come the morning.


Tianshi

Tia's first thought as she wakes is that she has no idea where she is. The last thing she remembers is… what is the last thing she remembers?

The young Fallen glances around, taking in her environment with a shiver. The only word she can think of to describe this place is 'desolate.' She simultaneously stands at the base of a massive cliff face and the precipice of a cavernous ravine. Bloody palm prints mark the cliff, and behind her… nothing. There's just… nothing.

Above her an unfamiliar golden light shines down, casting the entire area in a massive looming shadow as the top of the cliff blocks it.

She feels… lost. She knows she should climb the cliff face instinctually, but she doesn't know where to begin. More than anything, she wishes she weren't alone, that someone were here to guide her on where to… huh?

The light above her disappears, replaced by a calm, soothing night sky. Stars shine down in familiar shades of blue and violet, growing brighter and brighter until she has to cover her eyes to shield them.

When she looks once more upon her surroundings she finds that the cliff face, the ravine, all of it is gone. Instead she stands in on the homestead, the familiar sight of the cottage filling her heart with an energy she hadn't realized she was missing until now. The night sky hangs above, the stars twinkling down at her as if encouraging her.

She walks around her home leisurely. Although she's the only one here, she can feel the presence of others at the edge of her senses. Dimly, she hears the voices of mothers and children playing, she sees winged figures darting at the corners of her eyes, she could swear that every so often she can smell the flowers her little sisters adore…

It's home, pure and simple. Even if the buildings are a little… off.

The dojo, for example, is far larger and more elaborate. The library is… well, more of an actual library. Everything is larger, everything is grander… and when she really looks, she can see herself.

Tianshi, but she's mastering magic to augment her stealth.

Tianshi, but she's mastered the martial arts in a way that would make even Ava green with envy.

Tianshi, but she's wandering the forest outside of her home like an invisible guard.

So on and so forth do the possibilities spring. Some are more… colorful than others, for lack of a better word. More prone to dubious acts, or moral ones… but not beholden to them. Still, no matter where she looks, the glow of the stars above never fades. No matter what she chooses, she will be here. Home.

Home and loved.

Tianshi makes her decision.


Ariel

"Ngggh…" You grumble, feeling like a woman bearing the weight of the world. Or… no less than four women lying atop you as best the can manage, you realize as you crack your eyes open.

When did Fi, Ilyen, and Merin sneak into bed with you, anyways? They've basically piled on your legs and butt while you still have Tia wrapped in your arms. Wait, Tia…

You start and jerk up, looking over your daughter's body. She looks… human. Like, actually human. Her wings are gone and her features are subtly more attractive in some very slight ways, though she was already adorable to begin with.

Otherwise… it's honestly hard to spot what might have changed with her. The wings are the biggest thing, but something tells you they're not gone so much as hidden, like your own. Little brat, of course she'd imitate you.

You give her a little kiss on the lips, making her grumble in a manner totally dissimilar to how you grumbled earlier as she curls up in protest.

It takes a while to rouse your various lovers to wakefulness, the events of last night having been… strenuous for everyone, to say the least, but eventually you get everyone up and about. Now that Tia's eyes are open you spot one more change — her pupils now have little stars the same color as her irises that sparkle in and out of sight.

"Stop staring." She mumbles, turning her gaze away from your own. "You're embarrassing me."

"Pfft, she says that after sneaking into a sex dungeon after her mom." Fi scoffs. "Sometimes I wonder if there wasn't a mixup and Ju got one of mine somehow."

"I've heard of that happening in some child-bearing rituals." Merin comments. "Somehow things get mixed up and the wrong woman gets the child."

"Not in any of my Mother's, I can tell you that." You reply, thinking about the angels in charge of that particular task. "My sisters take that duty very seriously."

"I've always wanted to see that ritual, actually." Ilyen yawns as she robes herself in clothes your sister provided while you slept. "Just out of curiosity's sake. I can't imagine not having to mate to make children."

"Feran rituals require mating. Er, so my sis told me." Fi coughs. "I, uh. Tried not to think about it too much back in the day, since that's how me an' my sisters came about… wait, what happened to your wings, Tia?"

Tia blinks, then a soft light emits from her back. Her 'wings' now appear to be made of light instead of actual flesh and feathers. As you watch, the light seems to dull somehow, to the point where you wouldn't be able to pick her wings out if you didn't already know they're there.

"Huh. Neat." Fi comments. "Can you feel them?"

"Yeah." Tia wriggles the light-wings briefly, making them just slightly more visible than before. "They feel like they used to, actually. I think the light is just a magic thing, I'm pretty sure they're still there. Feel."

You and the other girls all reach out to feel her wings, and sure enough you can feel solid feather and flesh. She giggles. "Okay, stop! That tickles."

Something to remember for later.

Your group collectively gets up and begins to exit the room... though you quickly realize you're one short. Turning back towards the bed you notice Tianshi lagging behind, a happy expression on her face she looks down and gently rubs the Crest on her. When she finally notices you staring she sticks her tongue out at you in response and hops up to catch up.


"Did you sleep well?" Tamael asks when you re-enter what you are now calling the control room. Chalice's head rests on her shoulder, the petite redhead snoring softly.

"We did, thanks." You reply sheepishly. "Er, sorry for the mess."

"It's no trouble." She giggles, reaching up to tickle Chalice under the chin. The priestess mewls and wriggles cutely in her sleep. "I have spell constructs to deal with that. I've… put some thought into dealing with those potential pitfalls."

"I'll bet."

Tamael seems to then notice your uninvited tagalong for the first time. "Oh? Congratulations, Tianshi. On… multiple things, if my guess is correct."

Tia coughs, her face crimson. "Um, thanks auntie. Sorry for sneaking into your dungeon."

"It's quite alright, dear." Tamael giggles. "I imagine your mother punished you quite thoroughly."

"Quite thoroughly." You repeat. "Were… were you down here all night?" You ask, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Hm…? Oh, no." She looks up from her pet and laughs. "I disabled the traps and such once I saw you were sleeping, had your lovers moved to your bed, then retired for the night. If you're worried after Chalice, she's just not a morning person."

"Though, now that we're all here and awake… how was it?" She asks, failing to hide the hint of trepidation and eagerness in her voice. "Everything worked well?"

"It was great." You say truthfully, the rest of your lovers nodding along. "Honestly, it was like going through the actual dungeon without…"

"…without actual risks." Merin finishes for you.

"If I still possessed my own cave I would commission you to design the defenses for it." Ilyen offers her own praise.

"Kinda easy to dodge the traps if you're not… unbalanced." Tia comments, earning her a sharp glare from Fi.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it's supposed to mean." Tia replies, sticking her tongue out.

"You—!"

Tia giggles as she flees her halfling aunt's wrath.

"Hm… I was worried about that." Tamael comments after you've wrestled both girls into submission. "The traps were made with myself and Chalice as test subjects."

Part of you is surprised that she can admit that with a straight face, but you're starting to gather Tamael takes this entire thing too seriously to allow herself to be embarrassed about that at this point.

"Neither of us is particularly agile, unfortunately. I've been wanting someone faster to tune them towards, but it's difficult to request someone without revealing what I am."

"Yeah, angels wouldn't have a sex dungeon." Fi comments in your grasp. "I can probably help if you want till you get it down. I'm pretty quick when I don't have giant tits dragging me down."

"Me too." Tianshi adds, wriggling in your other arm's grip.

"I… couldn't ask that of you." Tamael demures.

"Why not? As long as the traps don't get much more extreme than they were last night it should be fine." Fi shrugs. "I'm a big girl, I've had worse."

"I just think it's fun." Tia admits.

Tamael looks to you for assistance… or approval, perhaps?


You have a feeling you'll be present either way, so you shrug and echo Fi. "Why not? I'm sure you'll make sure they're safe."

"I… certainly." Tamael says after a moment's pause. "Whenever you have the time, feel free to drop by. That includes you, of course." She nods to you.

"Neat." Tia hums. "What do you plan on doing with this, anyways?"

"I'm sorry?" Tamael frowns.

"I mean, why make it in the first place?" Your daughter elaborates. "Just for you and, um…" She frowns, thinking for a moment. "Chalice?"

"I… well, it was to work through some personal hangups. Ideally others such as yourselves can use it as well." Tamael says. "It's difficult to… 'advertise' it, however, for the same reason I cannot hire testers. It is more a hobby that outgrew itself than anything else, much as I might wish otherwise."

"Could probably ask Eona to help." Fi comments. "Hell, a safe dungeon sex experience? That sorta thing could make bank."

"I couldn't possibly ask her." Tamael says, shaking her head. "That would be profoundly shameless of me, after what I attempted to do to her livelihood."

It takes you a moment to realize what she's referring to. "I think she understands why you were… the way you were." You assure her, thinking back to the broken, bitter woman you met when you first entered this church. "I doubt she holds it against you, and you're practically sisters-in-law besides."

"Would… could you mention it to her in my place? I do not wish to assume her forgiveness."

"I can bring it up, yeah." You assure her. "But if you want forgiveness, the first step would be to apologize to her yourself."

Tamael sighs. "You are right, of course. I'm being childish. I will send her a message soon. You're… certain she will find it interesting?"

"I can't speak for anyone other than myself, but I'm pretty sure she'll love the idea." You assure her. Honestly, it's hard to tell if she's more nervous about apologizing for her actions as a full-on Fallen or the fact that someone else might judge her pet project.

You could stick around for that meeting, if it happens right away, or you could go ahead and just head home. It's been a minute since you got to tease Eona, since last time you saw her you were recovering from almost dying…

… they can probably handle it, to be honest. You're pretty positive Eona doesn't hold a grudge, considering what you told her about your sister and what she's bound to know of Fallen in general.

You spend some more time chatting with your sister and assorted family. Apparently Tamael has been invited to Stella's party too, but will likely decline.

"I do not like crowds." Your sister admits with a frown. "Or, frankly, 'high society' mortals. They were easy to nudge towards wickedness for a reason, after all. Be cautious, Ariel."

"I will. How's that going, by the way? Dealing with the nobles in town, I mean."

"Slowly." She sighs. "They are not nearly as easy to nudge away from wickedness as towards it, but I am making progress. At the very least, the damage I did towards the attitudes of monsters in the city has been mostly abetted."

With that little update and a few more idle bits of chitchat out of the way, you finally pull out the Tome and head home…


For once, you are not the center of attention at the homestead. At least, not after the first few moments.

"Tia's wings changed!" Ciel is the first one to notice, and her calling attention to that fact results in Tianshi getting swarmed by a… you don't actually know what a group of little Fallen is called. You'll just stick with swarm for now.

"Agh! Stop it, that tickles!"

"Stop it, that tickles!" Astel mocks as she continues to harass her older sister. "Stop moving, you! Jen, get her legs!"

You could help the newly-evolved devil. But you won't.

--

"Had fun last night, did you?"

If Tianshi's sisters gave her trouble, her mother brings nothing but despair to the little stowaway.

"Um…"

"I stayed up all night waiting for you, Tianshi." Ju says, then goes silent for a long while before meting out punishment. "Do laps around the dojo."

"How… how many?"

"As many as it takes."

Poor, poor Tianshi.


You enjoy your time on the homestead for a while. Or rather, you enjoy relaxing after that insane workout last night. Merin relaxes contently against your shoulder, both hands laying protectively over her stomach as she enjoys this little moment of closeness with eyes closed. Ilyen is sweeping the house up, a little joy in her step as continues her routine. Not that there wasn't before, but there's even more of a spring in her jaunt now. You don't know where Fi is, though. After last night you wouldn't be surprised if she went right back to resting. Honestly, it's a wonder you can still move after that fuck-fest. You had to magic away your cock, because it was still kind of sore.

Absolutely worth it, though.

"Mama, blue or violet?" Kira asks you.

"Er… blue?" You reply, unsure of what she's after.

"Mmm… good choice. It matches your eyes. Okay, so blue for the body, then…"

Ah. She's working on dress designs. Actually, maybe you should talk to Stella about that when you see her next. The merchant clearly has an eye for clothing, and she'd hopefully be willing to take on a family member as a student.

"Mama." Estelle, your third daughter with Liane, hops into your lap as you think. "Watch."

She hovers her hands in front of her, then fires off a magic missile at a prepared target. Well… you say magic missile, but in reality it's more of a magic cannon shell. The poor dummy doesn't stand a chance.

"I got it smaller than last time." Estelle smiles, looking up at you.

Still not small enough, you can't help but think, but you heap praise onto her regardless. She's made a lot of progress in not blowing things up with her prodigious magical might, after all.

"Very good, sweetie." You rub her head affectionately, making her kick her feet happily before hopping back up to showcase another spell she's learned. It isn't long before another body hops up into your lap instead, this one snuggling a bit more further in that you're glad you willed away your cock earlier. Merin gets spooked a bit from the sudden movement against you, but upon seeing who it is she closes her eyes again.

"Thanks for keeping my favorite seat warm." Fi says, not so subtly teasing you by rubbing her ass against your crotch in a way that'd otherwise leave you hard as a rock again. You're honestly surprised she still has the energy to do stuff like that, but you guess it's a result of being the first one to rest after yesterday. That, and it seems she wants a repeat occurrence despite already being pregnant.

"Careful, you little brat. Else I'll make sure to live up to that promise earlier." You promise warn. That seems to have her stop what she's doing as she leans back against you. But it looks as though she's instead lost in thought while staring at your other children running around, probably weighing your words in her mind. You aren't inclined to break her out of it, instead wrapping your arms around Fi to snuggle her closer to you as comfort. Estelle, meanwhile, managed to shoot her magic missile straight up in the air, before landing exactly where the training dummy was. Was, being the correct statement, as there's now a small crater where it once stood..

"She'll have it completely under control before the dance at this rate." Liane comments from behind you as she wraps her arms around your neck. "Speaking of, didn't you say you needed to visit someone before the party?"

Visit… oh. Whoops.

Hopefully Tindalos isn't too upset at the delay.


Your only real way to track Tindalos outside of your meeting spot is to visit her friend, so that's what you do. She's not in her little garden area, so you have to visit the quaint little village you assume she's from and ask around. It's… kind of difficult to get a straight answer from people sometimes. They seem more interested in trying to appeal to you or make themselves look good than actually telling you what you want to know, but eventually you manage to work out that Camilla lives in the large estate atop a hill in town.

Fortunately, you seem to have arrived just after the lady of the house returned from a trip, according to the nice elderly woman who was the only person you could chat with without getting hit on.

Camilla's estate is pretty large for a small town like this, but nothing compared to some of the bigger mansions you'd see in an actual city. Still, her family clearly has some cash and/or influence if they've got the biggest place in town.

"Hi." You smile at the women guarding the gate into the estate proper. One of them blinks and rubs her eyes.

"H-hi?"

"I'm here to visit Miss Camilla. Is she in?"

"Er…" The two look at one another. "She is, but… can we ask your name?"

"Ariel. If you could at least pass it on? I'm looking for a mutual friend of ours, so even if I can't meet her directly…"

The two look between one another, then quickly play a game of stone-parchment-shears. The loser huffs, crosses her arms, and stomps up to the estate while the other inches closer.

"So, Ariel? Are you new to town, or…?"


The other guard returns quicker than expected, much to your would-be suitor's chagrin, and you're waved into the estate proper and given directions to Camilla's room. As you walk the estate grounds, you can't help but notice that it's got a pretty sizeable garden of its own — a whole host of lovely, aromatic flowers are artfully arranged across the entire place. Zuri and Luna would love it here.

Camilla's room, perhaps predictably, is located just next to one of the largest concentrations of flowers. The scents they give off are calming yet invigorating, sweet yet full-bodied. Whoever arranged them clearly put a lot of thought into this. An open window leads into her room… but you're no illicit visitor, so you take the actual way into the mansion and to her room.

"Come in!" Camilla calls when you knock on the door. You open it, step a few feet in… and you're nearly immediately tackled to the ground.

"Sister!" A voice that is far more human than you last heard it — yet somehow still recognizable — reaches your ears. You struggle in her grip for a moment before you worm out from beneath her and get a good look at Tindalos's new form for the first time.

She's… similar to how she was, but more… full? Whereas before she was almost unhealthily thin, now she's filled out a bit more in just about every way. You can even spot the muscles moving beneath her skin at points, something helped by the fact that she only really wears a slight top and shorts that bear her midriff, arms, and legs to the world.

"You've changed." You smile, reaching out to pull her into a less-violent hug. "I thought I felt it happen."

"You did?" She frowns. "I wanted it to be a surprise."

"It was a surprise, just not an in-person one." You assure her, laughing. "A welcome surprise, in fact."

"That is good." She returns the hug happily.

"My." You hear a gasp from the other side of the room and turn to see Camilla… with striking grey eyes instead of milky white ones.

"I didn't realize you were quite so… ahem." She shakes her head. "It's a pleasure to see you, Ariel."

"Likewise." You nod at her. "The cure worked, then?"

Her face lights in a smile. "It did. Though the cost was nearly not worth it."

"Oh?" You frown. "I could have pitched in if—"

"Not like that," Millie shakes her head and points at Tindalos. "This one nearly got herself killed on the way here."

"… you what?"

--

You're not sure whether to be proud or upset, to be honest. "I…" You sigh. "I don't know what to say."

"Tell her not to go getting her innards spilled on the ground ever again." Camilla insists. "I don't think I've cried that hard in my life."

"I don't want to discourage you from protecting others…" You tell Tindalos, who looks… uncertain. "But try not to get yourself hurt that badly again, okay? Camilla and I would be heartbroken if you passed away, even if it was for a good cause." You pause. "I am very proud of you for doing your best to save someone, though. I… honestly, when I put that Contract on you I really never expected you to finish it like that."

Her face brightens in delight and she hugs you tighter… then sniffs curiously. The Eldritch's face scrunches up, and she sniffs again… then blinks in surprise.

"Numen?" She asks, looking up at you.

Your jaw drops. "You know about it?"

Tindalos frowns at you. "Yes? Should I not?"

Millie coughs politely. "I'm sorry, numen?"

"It's a sort of… divine essence." You answer her.

"That is a simple way to put it, yes." Tindalos nods.

"Wha…" You stare into the Eldritch's eyes. "What do you know about it?"

She cocks her head, then launches into the most dizzying explanation of… anything you've ever heard, honestly. You gather there's a hierarchy of existence and numen sits on or near the top, but beyond that… you're forced to hold up a hand. "Stop! I get it."

"You do not." Her eyes twinkle with… amusement? "But that is fine."

"You're in good company at least." Camilla sniffs, clearly not having understood either. "How do you even know all of that?"

Tinny frowns and shrugs. "I just do."

That's… concerning on multiple levels.


"Did you always know this?" You ask her. If all Eldritch are aware of it… well, you don't know if that's bad or not. It's certainly not good.

She frowns, leaning back on her canine heels. "I do not remember. Maybe? Do you remember when and where you learned everything you know? Should I?" It's not an accusation, more genuine curiosity.

"I… no. Do Eldritch hunt for numen or something?"

"No. Or I did not, at least. Perhaps it is something that we do as we get stronger? We would need to be, to stand any chance of gathering it."

Hm. Questions and more questions. It's a pity Hecate hasn't spoken to you since you became a minor demigoddess. She might not know about Eldritch, but she knew enough about numen to save your life with it. Surely she'd know something useful.

For now, though, you have to drop and change the subject.

"How are your eyes, Millie?"

The formerly-blind woman brightens. "They're well. You actually caught us at a good time — I get dizzy if I 'look' for too long, so I've been wearing a blindfold for most of the day. The healer said it will take me some time to get used to the change."

"And?" You grab Tindalos and force her in front of you. "She's as cute as she acts, isn't she?"

"Tinny is adorable, yes." Camilla grins as the Eldritch squirms uncomfortably in your grasp, sort of like a puppy being held in the air for the first time. "She's a bit different from most others I see, but I think she's dashing."

That actually brings something to your attention. "Everyone is fine with her being here? Or do they not know?"

Millie's grin turns a little smug. "Mother was forced to admit that no horrible monster would nearly get herself killed saving someone she doesn't know, so Tinny gets to stay with me."

Something tells you 'mother' probably isn't delighted with that arrangement, but as long as no-one's calling the Inquisition…


"Lady Camilla?" A servant pokes her head in, gasping slightly as she catches your eye. To the woman's credit, she recovers quickly and fixes her gaze on her charge.

"Yes?" The young lady of the house turns her head towards the door… and away from Tindalos's literally flowing black mane, which she'd been attempting (with little success) to coax into a bun.

"Your mother requests your presence."

Camilla huffs, muttering under her breath a words you only catch a few of. '…have guests… makes me look rude, honestly…", but she rises to her feet nonetheless. "I'll be back soon, if you don't mind waiting?"

You nod your assent, and soon she and the servant are gone, leaving you alone with Tindalos. It feels… strange, honestly. Millie's room is very… girlish, in a way that hasn't fit you since you were barely old enough to walk. Intricate designs and paintings decorate the walls, mostly of a floral nature — you're beginning to suspect it's a family theme or something. Even her bedding follows the trend, going so far as to make the fringe of her pillows resemble flower petals, though not in an excessive, tacky way.

"She says it's nice to be able to see them now." Tindalos comments, noticing your gaze. "Everything, I mean… but the flowers especially."

"Someone clearly likes them." You note, making the Eldritch nod.

"Her…" She frowns, cocking her head to the side. "I do not understand how mortals differentiate their parents. The one who gave birth to her liked flowers."

"Mommy for the one who gives birth." You comment softly. "'Mama' is for the other. But most of the time children grow out of each and just use 'mother' or 'mom' for both." Which hurts to be honest. "I hear some Beloved use the term 'sire' for the latter these days, borrowed from monster terms."

You pause, realizing something. "Liked, as in past tense?"

Tindalos nodded. "She is deceased."

"Ah." It's probably good you didn't ask after her parents, then. "That would explain why her mama is so protective, from your story earlier."

"Would it?" Tinny blinks, then seems to consider it for a moment. "… yes, it would. Loss of one leads to a desire to hold onto the other."

"Yeah, you're getting it." You smile and… well, you can't ruffle her hair, but you rub her head. She seems pleased, at least.


Your headpatting only cheers Tindalos for a short while, sadly. In fact, her mood seems to grow more and more… somber, the longer her friend is away.

"Is something wrong?" You ask her.

She looks at you, and for a moment you're lost in those black orbs and violet irises — which by all rights should be more unnerving than alluring, but Tinny makes it work. It takes her a while to speak.

"Do you remember telling me about guilt?" She asks you, and you nod.

"It wasn't all that long ago, was it?"

She shrugs. "I am not good with time if I cannot see the sky. That does not matter. I feel guilty, and I do not like it."

"Why do you feel guilty?" You press.

"Before, I did not dwell on my prior actions. Now I cannot help but do so." She grimaces. "Kidnapping, rape… mostly those two. It was what I did, because it is what I was. I never noticed their faces… but now I can picture them when I sleep. Terror, always. Terror and despair."

She shivers and curls in on herself. "I did many, many terrible things, sister. I would still be doing them if not for you. I do not like that thought. I do not like knowing that I did terrible things. I do not like the memories. I do not like thinking that I do not deserve my friend, because I robbed others of their friends."

By the time she's finished, she's basically shriveled into a little ball of mourning. "I try not to think about it, but it keeps happening. When Millie is here I can focus on her, but without her… there is nothing but myself and my mind."

You don't really know what to tell her. She's… not wrong, exactly. The Eldritch she was had at least a dozen women as brood slaves, and her past lives would doubtless have many more crimes to their names, whether she can recall them all or not. Some level of retrospection on that is arguably necessary… but it's not good for her to wallow on it constantly, especially if she only manages to stay happy when Camilla is around.

Gently, you wrap your arms around the monster. "I won't lie to you and pretend that what you did before doesn't matter, because it does matter to those who suffered. And it's good that you understand why what you did was wrong, and how it affected others… but wallowing in guilt does nothing for you, Tinny. I've done things I regret — and probably would have done worse, if it weren't for a few women who made sure I stayed on the right track even in my darkest hour."

Honestly, where would you be if Sybil and the others hadn't given you that little push in the beginning?

"Sometimes I think about that, on how I acted and thought when I first Fell, and it makes me sick. That's… not quite the same as what you did, but it's close enough, I think."

Goddess, you're rambling. "I… what I'm trying to say, Tindalos, is that you're going to have to forgive yourself. The people you hurt might never forgive you themselves, and that is their right… but you fix nothing by beating yourself up all the time. You can't change the past, but you can always choose to be a better person than you were before."

Tindalos remains a little ball of misery for a long while, but eventually she uncurls, turns, and wraps her arms around you, burying her face in your chest. Honestly, maybe you should start thinking of her more as your child than your sister at this point.

"Thank you, Ariel." She mutters. "I will remember your words."


Camilla returns perhaps ten minutes after that. "Ah! How did you do that?"

She is referring, of course, to the perfect bun you've managed to get Tinny's hair into, exposing the back and sides of her porcelain-white neck. "It wasn't all that hard." You tell Camilla… right as the bun comes undone and Tindalos's black hair cascades back down her shoulders.

"No!" Millie shrieks, rushing forwards to try and fix it back into place once more. "I only got a glimpse!"

The poor girl tries to force the Eldritch's hair into new and old shapes to no avail, and after a while you start to suspect that Tindalos is intentionally making her unnatural hair fall back down. Does she just enjoy having it played with, or is some of your teasing nature rubbing off on her?

--

"What did your mother want, if you don't mind me asking?"

Millie, still pouting at her lack of hairdressing success, answers you with less decorum than usual. "We've been invited to a party and she asked if I want to go. We can take another guest with us, and I'd take Tinny, but…"

"…but she stands out, yes." You nod. Tinny, for her part, seems unconcerned about her partygoing possibilities. "Will you be going without her, then?"

"No." Camilla shakes her head and wraps her arms around the Eldritch, much to the latter girl's evident delight as she returns the embrace with both arms… and a pair of wings that resemble yours pre-numen. "Even if Tinny could go… as much as I love parties, it's too soon from now. My eyes are still adjusting, and I'd rather not get a headache in the middle of the festivities and leave early."

"That's understanda… wait, how soon?"

"Within a day or two, I believe?" Millie sighs. "Honestly, this is why I insist mother should sign us up for the harpy delivery service, we would have been notified sooner."

"Was the invitation from Stella Delaroux?" You ask, and she nods.

"You know of her?"

"She's family, essentially." You explain. "Though she doesn't quite know it herself yet."

"Ah. Well, if you attend then you'll have the pleasure of meeting my mother yourself — no doubt she'd greet you today, but she's busy rushing preparations for the party."

Camilla points a delicate finger towards a painting of two women, one just barely a teenager and the other a woman grown. "There, with her hand on my shoulder."

She looks like Camilla, but… harder, for lack of a better word. More severe, as if the softer parts of the young woman have been worn away by time. Sort of like Ulfhild and Merin, now that you think about it.

"Lucille Fiora." Camilla says… with a hint of pride in her voice. "She and my other mother, Serena, were once an unbeatable pair of adventurers. Or so the servants say… mother doesn't talk about those years much."


You note the woman's appearance in the back of your mind — perhaps talking with her could help the two little friends out, in the long run. At the very least, you should eventually introduce yourself to the woman whose house you're visiting.

The day, however, grows old, and Camilla's earlier statement about her new sight making her dizzy proves accurate. The last you see of the two of them is of them curled together atop the flower-patterned bed, locked in a chaste embrace.

It's a cute sight to dwell on during your flight home, to be sure.


Tianshi's punishment has ended by the time you return home, though she remains collapsed on the ground as various sisters continue to harass her.

"Tia. TIA! Can you grow more wings now?" Zuriel asks.

"Or sharp claws?" Luna adds, excited. "I want claws like mommy's."

"Can you melt like me?" Signali asks. "Or turn green?"

You land a few yards from the unfortunate Tianshi, and she looks at you with a gaze that can only be described as forlorn. You hold it for a long moment before mouthing the words 'who's winning now?' at her and leaving her to her fate.

You're a great mom.


"MOM!" You're nearly tackled to the ground for the second time today. Camiel's loud shouted warning ahead of her charge allows you to brace, however, and you merely get rocked off your feet a bit.

"Cami." You grunt, grabbing the girl and separating yourself from her bone-crusher of a hug. "Is there a reason you're trying to snap your mama's spine in half?"

"I wanna wrestle." She says, dead-serious.

"…what?"

"Io won't do it with me because she's a big baby, Ophelia gets tired too fast, and mom's a monster."

"We're all monsters." You remind her.

"Yeah, but she's a monster." Cami replies, her eyes wide. "She used to let me win, but now she says I'm old enough that she shouldn't have to. It's like trying to fight a boulder rolling down a hill. Because it's being pushed by dragons."

You stare at her, then she continues. "Angry dragons."

"Alright, fine."

--

"Okay, you have to pin the other person for a total of ten seconds. Total, not consecutive, so the count picks up where you last left off." Cami explains as she establishes a 'ring' in the dojo using some chalk. "Mom says actual pankration uses punches and kicks and goes until submission, but this is just timed holds. Don't want anyone to get hurt."

"Pankration?" You ask, raising your brows and glancing to Asteria, who observes with her other two daughters a short ways away.

"A sport from my homeland." The minotaur answers. "It is as Camiel says — wrestling, but with punches, kicks, and chokes allowed. The choking mostly comes into play after, however."

You frown. "That seems… unsporting."

The minotaur looks at you, confused, then laughs. "Ah, no. I meant that the prize for the winner is as it usually is in contests between monsters."

"As it usually… ah."

She means the loser gets fucked. Pretty roughly, apparently.

Ophelia coughs daintily and turns away, her cheeks flushed. Io… looks inspired, somehow. Cami is warming up, apparently unconcerned. Good. She's still too young to be thinking about… that.

"I have heard tales of similar contests on other continents, though never journeyed far enough to verify for myself." Asteria muses. "Apparently there are Brute competitions where one is only permitted to use their 'assets' to push the other foe from the ring."

That sounds ridiculous and made up. What sort of perverted mind would even come up with something like that?

Io writes furiously in her little notebook. Or latest one, rather — she goes through them like Mary goes through canvases.

Cami finishes her preparations, and the two of you face off at the opposite end of the ring. "Mom will give the signal."


Cami comes at you like a rampaging ogre, her arms spread wide mid-charge to cut off your escape route. Doubtless she expects you to use your dexterity to your advantage. Today, however, you plan on meeting her head-on, matching her might with your own.

So you step forward, brace, and accept the young Fallen's charge. She slams into you with enough force to fell a small house, but you're ready for her and remain steadfast in the face of her assault.

Cami's eyes widen noticeably when her initial rush fails, but they narrow with concentration as she shifts her tactics, weaving her limbs around your own in an attempt to entangle and throw you. You counter with your own grapples, and rapidly begin to overwhelm her…

Until she grins and a set of six glowing golden arms manifest along with a halo before attempting to pin you down. "Since when could you do that?" You grunt.

"Since this morning!" She answers, pushing the two of you back into a stalemate. No wonder she chose now to pick a fight.

You have to hand it to her, she's impressive. If you hadn't just grown yourself, she probably would have had this contest in the bag… but now?

You begin to actually put in effort, employing technique on top of raw power to throw off her amateur holds and completely lock her in place in the span of a few short seconds.

"Whuh—" Cami mutters confusedly at the sudden reversal before you turn and pin her to the ground. Realizing what's happened, she struggles with all her might to escape your hold, but can no more throw you off than she could a boulder rolling down a hill after being pushed by angry dragons.

"… eight, nine, ten. The match is done." Asteria declares. You stand, helping your daughter up, and catch Asteria's eye.

The raw lust there nearly makes you blush.

"Gah!" Cami flops back onto the ground despite your helping hand. "Damn it. You wore me out. Can't use my legs. 'pheli, help me up."

Ophelia lets out a long suffering sigh and picks up her sister, allowing the defeated wrestler to flop against her. "I told you it was a fool's bet."

"Almost had her." Cami mumbles. "You saw it."

"A miss may as well be a mile, Cami." Ophelia replies. "Io, stop scribbling and come get her other arm."

Io pouts but does as her older sister commands, taking Camiel's other arm around her shoulder. It's… a bit awkward, really, since Io is nearly a full half again her height. She whispers something to Cami and the latter rolls her eyes.

"How the fuck do you think it felt? Like wrestling a volcano that can grapple."

You… really wonder where she gets her taste in metaphors.

(Your Athletics is now Rank 8! Your strength has reached really impressive levels, if Camiel's more elaborate metaphor is any indication.)


You almost want to push Asteria's buttons a bit more for tonight and have a really good night pining her down… but to be honest, you're still a bit worn out after last night.

(In other words, after four back-to-back sex scenes I still need some time to refresh.)

Instead, you sink into a scalekin cuddle pile with your daughters, who are overjoyed to have their mother with them tonight. Adalinda curls up against your belly, somehow making herself much smaller than she actually is, while the other two wrap around you from either side.

Truly, scalekin make exceptional cuddlebugs.


You're awoken in the middle of the night by what almost sounds like… muffled combat? Panicking slightly, but not so much that you risk waking your daughters as you get out of bed, you journey outside. Surely the Inquisition can't have found you? Or worse… Helel?

Instead of those apocalyptic scenarios, you see your daughters trying to kill one another.

"What are you two doing?" You ask Zaphi and Ava.

"Practicing." Zaphi answers as she chucks a fireball at her sister's face, which the other Fallen punches out of existence.

"Practicing." Ava repeats after the fireball disappears.

"This is pretty intense for practice." You note disapprovingly.

"We both know healing magic." Zaphi comments, this time firing a small barrage of magic missiles that Ava has to flurry to keep up with. "And in the worst case, so does everyone else."

"Everyone else is still asleep, and… that's not the point." You sigh. "What's this about?"

"Tianshi beat us." Ava grunts. "Tianshi beat us. She trains as often as the triplets behave, which is rarely."

"Lia probably has too." Zaphi adds, annoyance creasing her brow. "I'm the firstborn and they both beat me!"

"And I am first of our mother's children. I lead by example, and yet I let them overcome me."

Oh dear.

"Tia trains all the time, just not at combat." You correct Ava. "And Lia is Lia. She… probably has grown, yes."

She might have even beaten Tianshi to the punch, considering.

"Honestly, girls. It's not a contest."

That was apparently not the right thing to say, as they both redouble their efforts.

"Oh, for… stop. Now." The authority in your voice makes both of them freeze. "I'm going to help you train safely, and from that point forward you will continue to train safely, regardless of your progress. Am I clear?"

"Yes ma'am." They mumble, both in embarrassment and a hint of eagerness.

--

Training rapidly proves to be a mistake. Not because they take it too far, or anything — in fact, you're starting to think making you train with them was their goal in the first place.

No wonder devils have a reputation for being manipulative. Between them, Tia, and worst of all Soniel…

No, the problem is that they succeed too well — first Zaphi, then Ava frown, pause… then are engulfed by their own wings, forming winged cocoons.

"Oh, for… now I have to carry both of you back inside." You groan.


Kali growls in half-asleep annoyance as you crawl back into your massive bed with the cocoons, wrapping her wings around you and nipping your shoulder possessively.

"Yeah, yeah. I love you too, you little monster." You mumble sleepily. Hopefully you wake up in time to see the girls 'awaken.' You slept through Tia's…

--

The girls haven't left their cocoons by the time you awaken, so you drag them into the kitchen with you. Maybe the smell of their sister's cooking will speed things along?

It doesn't take long for you to realize that might have been an error. The younger girls all watch their sisters' cocoons like starving hawks. The triplets in particular bear a malicious gleam that makes your skin crawl.

"Do you think Ava's tits got bigger?"

"What, bigger than Zaphi's? Wait, what if Zaphi's got bigger?"

"Could she even walk straight after that?"

"Maybe they're magic tits, like Tia's magic wings?"

The three gossip among one another like that for a moment until they get wooden spoons cracked across their skulls, thanks to both Ju and Mei.

"Stop being crass or I'll make you run more laps than Tia did yesterday." Ju says.

"If you let my cooking get cold I'll throw you in the pot next." Mei warns.

Surprisingly, it's their sister's warning, not their mother's, that gets them to shut up.


You wait outside with the two cocoons, eagerly looking forward to what your daughters choose to become. You wonder what they see, actually. Is it the cliff? You asked Tia, but she acted all embarrassed about it. Or pretended to be specifically so she could annoy you be refusing to tell, it's hard to determine with her.

Ju and Liane sit beside you. "Was Tianshi so slow?" Ju asks.

"I don't remember. I slept through hers." You admit. "And I'm not sure what time it was last night when they started."

"It can't be much longer now." Liane notes, looking at the sky. "It shouldn't take any longer than noon. You usually take… seven hours or so."

"You counted?"

"Of course I counted. Why wouldn't I?"

You don't know how to answer that.

--

Zaphi's cocoon is the first to squirm, indicating that it's about to… hatch? You don't know if that's the right term here.

Slowly at first, then gaining speed, it wobbles back and forth, before freezing upright and… evaporating. Your daughter lies within, standing tall and proud for a moment before flopping forward. Luckily, you catch her and lie her gently on the ground.

"Well, are her tits bigger?" Astel asks from what she believes is a safe distance. This does save her from her mother's wrath, delivered via thrown sandal.

They aren't, as far as you can initially tell since the robe still blocks most of your view. Zaphi looks fairly similar to how she did before, save that her wings are now a solid black instead of white-tipped. Presumably her halo might have changed more significantly.

Ava's hatching is equally easy (so have you been replacing your wings this whole time?) and her changes are more apparent at a glance. She's taller by at least a couple of inches, as evidenced by her robe being noticeably short… and tight, for that matter. Her muscles are also more pronounced. Most interestingly, her wings are… different.

They're… horned? Spurred? Her forewings are tipped with a spike of bone, which upon closer examination is a feature mimicked down the length of each wing, just much smaller. The effect makes them almost… serrated.

Ju whistles. "That is a vicious weapon to have, my Ava."


The girls take another half hour to rouse. "Mama?" Zaphi blinks her eyes blurrily, reflexively reaching up to cling to you. "I had a dream. You were there, but you weren't?"

You knew Tia was hiding something! Ammunition for later.

"How do you feel, sweetie?" You ask your firstborn as she glances around, still half asleep.

"Groggy." She admits. "Am I… different?"

"You should be. Your wings are darker now, but the rest… try making your halo."

She does, and it nearly blinds you. You try again after separating from her.

If your halo got elaborate prior to gaining numen, Zaphi's is something else entirely. Her silvery-blue halo is made up of scripts in different languages, all writing out spells of different sorts from Divine/Infernal… including those of Draconic, Beast, and Brutish varieties, if you're not mistaken. The script extends down her back and scrawls across her wings as well, and you can practically feel the magic power contained there.

"Oh, great choice, sweetheart!" Liane hugs her daughter tightly. "I'll bet you can cast any spell now!"

Zaphi smiles happily at her mother's praise, returning the embrace… and looking at you expectantly. You roll your eyes in fake exasperation and add your hug to theirs, making the little devil as happy as she's ever been.

--

"It makes sense." Ju nods as Ava experiments with her new wings. "You spent so long perfecting your wing exercises and techniques, it would be a surprise if you did not make them into greater weapons along with everything else."

"They're heavier." Ava comments. "But my body is already compensating for the change. Strange."

"Monsters." Ju mock-scoffs as she hugs her daughter. "You all cheat."