Random futa things

by Jokiba

Just as the title says pure smut

72. the Shikigami and the Tower of Depravity

Shiki the Shikigami and the Tower of Depravity

Griz the Orc (Griz_T_Orc)

Summary:

Shiki is the shortstack imp familiar of Kyras the Sorcerer. Together, they attempt to ascend and conquer a magical tower full of sexy monstergirls!

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1

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Top floor of the Sorceress's Tower

The princess Sylina was confined to her room within the tower. Despite being barren by her royal standards, the luxury of its four-poster bed, soft rugs over the hard stone floor, the large wardrobe and vanity with its shiny silver mirror still far exceeded what most commoners could aspire to.

But for the princess, it was all just so terribly boring. With nothing to do each day but read the boring books left for her, she welcomed any break from the tedium she could find: today that happened to be flumping on the bed and counting the cracks on the ceiling.

When the door opened, she didn't even sit up to see who it was. It wasn't as if there were a great diversity in the people who would visit her each day, "You know, I appreciate that you're not, like, torturing me or anything, but this is the worst. I'm going to die in here."

As expected, the same familiar throaty voice of the Sorceress answered, "When you are ready to submit to my will, I'll gladly return you back to your castle. But so long as you resist me, don't expect your situation to do anything but get worse."

The princess rolled over onto her stomach so she could turn her head to look at her captor. She didn't think she was lying when she said that the Sorceress was the most beautiful person she'd ever seen. She oozed charisma and elegance with her tall, slender frame, her high cheekbones, her full lips, her piercing red eyes. On anyone else, her outfit would have looked garish and obscene, a short robe that was left completely open and didn't go past her hips, her breasts almost completely exposed, nipples peeking out with the slightest movement of her arms or a light gust of wind. A single chain around her waist with a narrow strip of cloth between her legs completed what little there was of the outfit. It should have been ridiculous looking, but the way her body curved against the material was entrancing.

"Ugh...I told you, it's not my fault. I'd submit or whatever if I could." In spite of her royal blood, the princess was a brat. She had inherited all of her mother's good looks--her petite frame, her shining golden hair, her flawless face that stayed unblemished even after almost a week of captivity, and perky breasts that didn't seem to be quite finished growing if her mother was any indication. But she'd also inherited a lazy, unprincipled, selfish attitude from her father. A plot to kill her father and install herself as the puppet ruler of the kingdom? That idea sounded just fine to her, if it meant she could have all the wealth and indulgence without having to do any of the actual work of being an absolute monarch.

"It's your fault for being bad at your job." Sylina finished. She liked the idea of being a puppet ruler, but she wasn't exactly thrilled with having her mind bent and twisted to serve the Sorceress, no matter how hot she was. She could put up with it though, if it meant a way out of the confined room. It wasn't her that was in the way though, it was her Blessing.

At her birth she had been blessed by an Archangel, a holy symbol painted on her back in the form of an angel wing inside a golden halo. The Blessing kept her safe from harm. Swords would shatter on her skin, tumbles off a horse didn't even get her dress dirty...and the most powerful spells at the Sorceress's disposal had so far been unable to dominate her mind or dispel the Blessing.

Not completely, at least.

" Dominate Person ." The Sorceress spoke the words with the power of magic imbued within them, and the princess's eyes started glowing as she sat up from the mattress immediately before getting off the bed and standing at attention, her face emotionless.

"Strip." Silently, the princess obeyed, pulling off the silken nightie first to let it flutter to the floor in front of her, then leaning down as she slid her puffy bloomers down her legs, revealing her royal body for inspection. No matter how often the Sorceress saw it, she never really got tired of it. Each curve was just so enticing, every inch of her spoke of her virgin purity and freshness. That she was a tool for controlling the kingdom was becoming secondary to her as her desire to simply claim the princess grew each day.

"Apologize for your willfulness."

"I apologize." Sylina's reply was a flat, lifeless monotone.

The Sorceress sighed. Her domination spell was powerful, but all that arcane energy assaulting a mind didn't leave much room for a personality. Even so, it'd have to do, "Crawl over here. I want you to bury your tongue inside of me."

Sylina's body stiffly moved forward on her hands and knees, she kneeled before the Sorceress as the spellcaster pulled aside the narrow curtain between her legs, opened her mouth, ready to mechanically pleasure her with the single-minded devotion that only came from mind control magic...

BONG!

The sound like a church bell rang out through the room, the Sorceress staggered backward, and the spell was broken. The princess looked down at herself, blushed, then calmly made her way back to the bed, pulling up a sheet to cover herself, "Really? Is that why you kidnapped me? You're a girl too!"

The Sorceress rubbed her head as she recovered from the magical backlash, "Don't worry. Once you're mine, you'll be more than happy to serve me however I please."

"...as long as I get a hot guy as my boyfriend husband king, whatever." The princess said as she turned her back. The Sorceress appreciated the view, enjoying the way her ass pushed out, but even more importantly, the view of the Blessing on her back. Another feather on the design was gone. At the start, there had been seven. Now, there were only three left. The magic protecting the princess was powerful, but even an archangel's magic could be worn down and broken.

"It won't be long now." The Sorceress said, more to herself than the princess as she left the room. She could only cast that spell once without needing to rest, and all her other magic had simply bounced off with no effect. She'd try again tomorrow. In the meantime, she headed from the luxurious prisoner's room towards her scrying pool, to check in with her second-in-command.

The scrying room was dark, the only illumination coming from the raised pool of water at the center of the room. Gazing into those magical waters, she could see any point within her territory, even further if she had the right magical components. In theory, it made it impossible for any would-be heroes to get the drop on her.

In theory. But when she entered the room, she saw the large, plump ass of her second-in-command pushed out and up, the succubus fingering herself and moaning like a slut, "Oh gods, yes. Fuck her, use her, just like that. Harder, harder...fuck...look at that cock..."

"Lilith?" The Sorceress's voice was ice.

The second-in-command jumped, and unbalanced as she was, she ended up tumbling into the magical scrying pool, disrupting the spell. The Sorceress frowned. Having a succubus as her familiar had many advantages. Not just in the bedroom--though with her alluring purple skin, absolutely sinful body, and inhumanly long tongue, Lilith was fantastic there--but as a stealthy spy that could subvert mortals with her charms and a powerful magical caster in her own right. She was useful...but even for a succubus, Lilith was a bit overly obsessed with sex.

The naked, dripping wet demon climbed out of the scrying pool, padded over towards the Sorceress, standing up straight with her hands at the small of her back, ignoring all the water she was letting drip onto the floor, "How may I serve you, Mistress?"

She decided that for now, she'd just ignore what had just happened, "Have any more adventuring groups entered into my territory since yesterday?"

"Yes, Mistress. Only one, a party made camp at the edge of the swamp in the evening, but they've already been taken care of by the owlbears." Lilith said, puffing out her chest as if she'd personally handled the matter.

"Eaten by owlbears? Of course. That king really is a cheapskate, offering such a small bounty for his daughter. It's no wonder only novice adventurers have accepted his Quest. Not that I should be complaining." The Sorceress let out a sigh. After years of planning and preparation, most of which went into making her tower as secure and impenetrable as possible, seeing that it was all redundant was a little bittersweet. She had sorely overestimated the competence of the monarch; once she was in charge, no doubt it would be a relief to the people suffering under his foolish reign.

"No matter. What was it you were scrying as I came in?"

It was one of the few times she'd seen the sex demon blush, "Oh, that. That was...uh...My mother and sister! Yes, they were...well, having a bit of fun back home with a balor and..."

"I see." The Sorceress cut her off, not wanting to hear any further details, "Well just don't neglect your duty. If anyone makes it through the swamp and to the tower unseen, I'll hold you responsible and you will be punished."

Lilith saluted, "Yes, ma'am! I mean...Mistress."

The Sorceress resisted the urge to roll her eyes, then left the room to attend to other matters.

Lilith let out a sigh of relief when the door closed, leaving her alone again. That had been entirely too close! If her Mistress had seen what she'd been scrying, even a complete softie like the Sorceress might well banish her back to hell. But no. She was soft, entirely too soft. Giving autonomy to all of her minions, keeping the captive princess in nice quarters, providing her with storybooks from her own library to keep her occupied. Even just now, after catching her slacking off and abusing the scrying pool, a good Mistress would have strung her up by her heels and whipped her until the cat of nine tails broke.

That sort of weakness was exactly why Lilith was going to betray her. Well, that and the cock of the wizard coming ever closer to the tower was just really, really big and juicy looking.

Speaking of his cock...the damp demoness leaned over the pool, swirled the water around with her fingertips, and brought back the scene she'd been watching from earlier.

With a loud sigh, she realized she'd missed the best part. Oh well. No matter. As long as she kept her eye on him, she was sure she'd get to see plenty more depravity.

Chapter 2: Meet Kyras and Shiki

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Five hundred meters away from the Tower of the Sorceress

"Hurry up, now, I don't pay you to be slacking off." The young wizard Kyras urged his familiar on, and she grunted in response.

"Yes, Master, coming...Master..." Shiki panted. You don't pay me at all! She fumed internally, the devious oni having long learned to hide her displeasure from her Master. Even when he was being so unreasonable as to have her carry a massive backpack on her tiny body just so he could see her out of breath and have reason to punish her later. It was so unfair! Her body--three feet tall, each breast bigger than her own head, and a womb that could take an ogre--was not built for heavy manual labor, even if she was an oni!

It was his fault her body looked like this in the first place too. Among the demonic Oni, the ones with the most magical affinity were the Shikigami. They made powerful familiars, growing in power along with their master in a symbiotic relationship. The only problem was that their form was influenced by the mind of their summoner, and Kyras's mind was more twisted and perverted than anyone's.

"Get the lead out. I can see the tower. We're almost there." The young wizard scolded. He was young, impatient, rude, sadistic, and completely lacking in empathy. If not for his incredible talent with magic, she'd have tried to wiggle out of the contract they'd signed long ago. It certainly wasn't his looks. He dressed in simple wizard robes, grew his naturally red hair out so long it got in his eyes, and his physique could be described as scrawny at best.

Well, aside from the monster he had between his legs…

In any case, if he wanted her to hurry, he could have put their supplies in his Bag of Holding! Or even better, not fucked her so hard her legs still felt like noodles! She clenched her teeth and tried to speed up, but only ended up tripping and falling, her massive breasts breaking her fall. Unfortunately for her, he'd not only made them massive, but horribly sensitive as well, "Ow ow ow!" She cried out as she flailed, sandwiched in-between the road and the heavy backpack.

"Such a useless familiar. Come on then."

She felt the weight on her back pulled off as he finally stowed it away in the Bag of Holding, and she gratefully got back up onto her feet, rubbing at her sore breasts, "Sorry, Master." I'll kill you one of these days! No, death would be too good for you! You'll spend an eternity paying for this humiliation! "Thank you, Master."

Freed of her burden, she was able to easily keep pace, and the pair came to the tower.

"It's smaller than I'd imagined." Shiki mused. Made out of large stone blocks, the round tower seemed about thirty feet from front to back and less than a hundred feet high.

"Looks can be deceiving. The magical energy I'm sensing inside is more than I've ever felt." Kyras warned, but even so he opened the simple wooden door without a hint of caution.

The door was unlocked, and opened to a stone hallway, five feet across, around nine feet from the floor to the ceiling. even if the tower couldn't be more than thirty feet wide, the torch-lit hallway stretched out into the distance more than a hundred feet before splitting into two paths. Kyras smirked at his oni familiar, "See what I mean? You can go first."

"Of course I have to go first..." Reluctantly, she stepped into the tower. The magic that made Kyras's Bag of Holding bigger on the inside than it was on the outside was immense. Spatial magic that could cause an explosion big enough to level an inn if it were disrupted. She didn't like thinking of just what sort of power it took to make a tower like this, or how very formidable that would make whoever had made this tower. No, best to focus on the here and now. The torches that lined the wall kept the hallway dimly lit, but she could see even in total darkness. She watched the ground carefully, looking for any traps, any triggers that might--

SCHWING!!! KTCHUK!!!!

She heard a blade slicing through the air, and looking up and to the right, she saw it buried halfway in the wall. If she'd been a normal size, it would have sliced her in half at the waist. Her diminutive height had saved her, "Oh gods that scared me...!"

"And this is why you're going first. If you get poofed, I can just summon you again later." Kyras reminded her.

Even if she could be re-summoned, she didn't like the idea of being cut in half! Even more carefully, she crept along the hallway, hoping to avoid another trap. Thankfully, now that she'd seen one trigger, she knew what she was looking for, the slight elevation of the brick, the marks on the wall where blowdarts tipped with poison or where spears might crash down from the ceiling.

What a cowardly Master. Getting me to do all his dirty work. One of these days I'll have my revenge. He'll be the hapless minion and I'll be the great and mighty Mistress Shiki. I'll use him as my personal footstool and pony and he'll regret the day he ever summoned me to...

Unfortunately, lost in thought as she was, she didn't notice the crushing wall trap, the stone wall smashing into her before she could even react, crushing her against the other wall in an instant.

WHAMMM!!!

When she opened her eyes, she was back in hell.

Chapter 3: From Hell to Googirls to Brainwashed

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Shiki found herself back in her childhood home, sitting on the bed. Her body was unharmed, the forced dismissal from the mortal plane restoring her back to full health during the trip.

"Lousy Master. Imperilling me without a second thought. Let's see just how well he does without me!" She said to no one but herself as she crossed her arms beneath her mammoth chest.

Well, she had a bit of free time before he'd be able to summon her back, and time between the two planes was always in flux. She could be here a few minutes or a few days while an hour passed back on the mortal world.

Now that she had her first bit of privacy in a long while, she did what she loved doing more than anything: shoved her fingers into her pussy and started to masturbate. Self-pleasure was forbidden by her Master, and as good as his cock felt, he only rarely gave her permission to come.

If she was alone though, he'd never have to know!

Fifteen minutes later, her hand felt like it was going to cramp and she was a sweaty, dripping mess, but she hadn't orgasmed once. It was no good; her dainty fingers were only enough to get her frustrated now that she'd experienced the wonders of big cock.

Dejected, she headed towards the living room.

"Hello, Shiki. I see you're looking as pint-sized as ever."

Oh great. Her sister was here. She found her younger sister Tiki on the couch, relaxing, while three busty imps--slightly taller and less busty than herself, she noticed with some humiliation--were worshipping her cock. Even if Tiki was the younger sister, with the Mistress that had summoned her, she'd quickly grown in power, becoming tall and sexy, with strong muscles on her finely toned body and a cock so big and hard-looking it even made Shiki's mouth water a little.

"Hey, Tiki..." She remembered bullying her sister long ago when the two were younger. When she'd met her on the mortal plane traveling with her own Mistress, she couldn't believe how much of a gap had grown between them even though she'd been traveling with Kyras for more than a year longer.

Shikigami Oni like themselves formed a symbiotic relationship with their summoners, growing in power as their summoners did. Kyras had grown considerably more powerful ever since she'd been summoned by him, but even though her magic had become considerably stronger, her body was just as small as it had been the day she'd been summoned, only growing more voluptuous as time went on. It wasn't fair!

"Why don't you have a seat?" Tiki asked, "I've been watching the bloodsports in the Screaming Caverns. Just about to get to the good part."

"Sure, sis." Trying not to look at that cock or the imps slobbering all over it, she sat at the very edge of the couch, leaning away from her sister.

"Nah. Not there. Over here." Tiki patted the bulbous head of her cock.

Gods and the Devil...that thing is bigger than my thigh...!

"Umm...maybe later, sis. I just wanted to relax a bit. I had a rough day in the mortal world and..."

"Have a seat on my cock."

She felt her willpower turn to jelly; obeying superior beings was built into oni DNA, and she couldn't resist it. She crawled over the couch, pushed the imps aside, and stood on the cushions, putting her almost at eye-level with Tiki; she could feel the wet cock wedged against her buttcheeks, "I'm sorry. You don't have to do this. Please, you don't need to..."

"Oh, I think I do. Shaving my head, tangling up my tail, getting your incubus boyfriend to humiliate me in front of everyone...I've been waiting a long time for this, sis." Tiki grabbed Shiki's hips and squeezed, pulled her up higher, so that the head of the cock was at her tiny slit, "I'm gonna break you so hard your mind is gonna shatter, I'm gonna make you my drooling slut cow, I'm gonna-"

Shiki fell back on the stone floor with a thud. Her cheeks were flushed bright red and her pussy was soaked, "Yesss yes please just do it, want that juicy cock in my..."

She looked around, saw that they were at the three-way intersection at the end of the hallway. Kyras grinned at her, "I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?"

Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a deep, calming breath and stood up. Of course he'd summon her back to the mortal plane just as things were getting good, "No, Master. Nothing at all."

She looked past the hallway, "How did you make it past all the traps?"

"A bit of divination, a bit of teleportation." He admitted.

"...if you could have done that, why did you make me go in front of you then?!"

"For my amusement." He truly was insufferable, "Now let's go. I'll let you pick the path, and lead the way, same as before."

"Yes, Master." She replied automatically, then headed down the hallway. Her sister had gotten her all worked up and now there wasn't any relief in sight. Especially not when she was forbidden from masturbating without his permission while she was on the mortal plane. She could feel her juices running down her thighs as she tried to calm herself down with deep breaths. Just...do a good job here, and maybe he'll reward you for it later, she told herself. And right now, that meant not landing on a trap.

Except...come to think of it, if she did trigger another trap, wouldn't she be sent back to the infernal plane? Then Tiki could finish what she'd started. She absolutely hated the idea of getting fucked by her sister's cock...but at the same time, her empty womb was begging for it. And besides, a little trip, a little relief, it would help her focus on the task at hand. It was really best for everyone involved. All she needed to do was find another...aha!

"I dunno, I think that maybe it was just that first hallway that was trapped. It makes sense when you think about it...you lock the gate, not the foyer, right?" She said calmly as she walked closer and closer to the ever-so-slightly raised floor panel.

"Better safe than sorry. We're not dealing with amateurs here, and I'm not going to let down my guard. Which means neither should you." Kyras replied with a bit of seriousness she was unused to hearing from him.

"Yes, Mas-"

Click.

She stepped on the panel, heard it trigger, interrupted herself and braced for the spikes to come down or the walls to crash in or arrows to pierce her body. She wasn't quite prepared though when the entire floor swung open and she started falling into the darkness, "AAAAAAaaahhh...hhh...!" Her fall was longer than her scream.

Splat!

The landing wasn't comfortable, but it was broken by something wet and soft. She blinked her eyes as she got used to the lack of light--like all demons, she could see naturally in complete darkness as well as bright daylight--and felt around. She'd landed in a shallow pool, it seemed. Her body was sinking in slowly, but her feet could touch the floor when it was only at her waist--a little past the knee if it'd been Kyras who'd fallen. The liquid was viscous like syrup and soothingly warm, but even though it had a slight stickiness when she pulled her hand out of it, it snapped back into the pool, as if it preferred staying in one lump.

"Alright down there?" Kyras called down, sounding as if he were right there in the goop with her thanks to a minor Messaging cantrip.

She hollered back, "I'm fine!"

Unfortunately. So much for her plan to get another quick break. Looking up she could just see the trap door's hole she'd fallen down from, a tiny spot of light, "I landed in some goo or something!"

"Sounds gross! Well, have a look around. I'll know if you get poofed again, and I can summon you back to my side after that. So for now investigate, and if you can't make it back to me within, oh, say three hours, you have my permission to dismiss yourself. In the meantime, I'll have a look on my own."

"Fine..." She said with a surly lip. A few more blinks and her eyes were almost adjusted to the darkness. The first thing she noticed was that the goo wasn't just one color as she'd expected, but a collection. Green, purple, red, yellow, and blue, all mixed in together into big blobs. Just what was this stuff? The room she was in was small, and looking closely, she saw that the floor had a concave shape like a bowl, lower in the middle than it was at the edges. More importantly, there was an open door at the edge.

She waded through the gooey liquid, making slow progress. It wouldn't be so slow if that stupid summoner had given me a proper body! She fumed silently as she finally made it to the edge, grabbing the dry floor with her clawed fingers, pulling herself up to rest her heavy breasts on the floor, then wiggling out of the goo's grip inch by inch.

Just as she was about to break free though, she felt something squeeze her ankle. Looking down, she couldn't see what it was-- curse these stupid tits! --but it felt like a hand. Was there someone else that had been hiding in the strange pool?!

"Let go!" She kicked out, trying to dislodge the grip, but that just made it easier to get pulled back into the pool. She felt more hands then, grabbing her other ankle, her waist, her thighs. Even an especially intrusive one that was pulsing against her cunt, "Let go!" She said in a considerably more breathless tone.

"It's fine..." The voice was sleepy and wet, whispering right into her ear. Twisting her head, she found herself looking at a blue face made out of the goo, translucent enough she could see the wall through her, along with an apple-sized red core behind her eye, floating suspended in the living liquid, "We just wanna have a little fun before we take you in."

Slimes! Monsters with a liquid body, masters of stealth, content with eating weapons and adventurers both. They used their alluring forms to get adventurers to relax and tire themselves out so that they would then be too weak to resist being digested. She should have known! Thinking about it...she really should have been able to figure it out from the very moment she fell into the pool. Oh great...I bet that damned wizard has been messing with not just my body, but my mind as well no doubt.

"If you think you can make a meal out of a shikigami, then you've another thing coming to you!" She replied fiercely as she gathered up her magical power. If there was one thing the wizard was good for, it was that her magical reserves had grown exponentially since she'd become his familiar, letting her cast bigger, more powerful spells than ever before. And this one was one of her favorites, " Fireball! "

The walnut-sized ball of flame lobbed through the air to the other end of the pool, then bloomed up big enough to fill the room with an explosion that sent goop splattering along the walls. Or at least...it should have. Instead, once the tiny ball of flame went under the surface of the slimes, it then blew up like a great big soap bubble five feet high...then deflated with a fwisssss , a gust of hot wind blowing her hair back.

"Aren't...aren't slimes weak to fire magic?" She asked.

"Nope. You're thinking of jellies." The blue slime answered her.

"What's the difference?!" She shrieked, renewing her struggle to try and climb out of the pool.

There was a fit of giggling all throughout the room as she was pulled back towards the center of the pool, "Jellies aren't nearly as sexy. And they don't know how to do this."

"Do whagfhh, nngffffhhh!" She was cut off with a kiss, but instead of just tongue, she could feel more of the slime being poured inside her mouth. She tried to bite down but it was like chewing on rubber, and it only got worse when she felt the slime press against her nose, forcing it up through her nasal passage, "Nnnngiiikkk!!!"

Two more slimes flanked her, gave her warm licks on the cheek, then pressed their lips to her ears and poured their own slime inside, a three-pronged attack of the foreign substance worming all the way into her brain. She could feel them licking her brain, tasting it, and every touch sent raw, pure pleasure coursing through her body, her eyes rolling back up into her head.

Dimly, she could feel slime being poured down her cunt and asshole, but those feelings were muted compared to the feeling of having her brain directly stimulated, even if when she looked down she could see her belly had swollen even past her stupidly large boobs. She started to orgasm, and before it could finish the next one began, each one rolling into the next like a snowball growing in size as it rolled down the mountain, frying her brain with the pleasure.

It was impossible to hear anything but the sound of blood rushing through her ears with them clogged up with slime as they were, but after a few minutes of the treatment, she could just barely make out more drippy whispers.

"...submit..."

"...obey..."

"...be our slut..."

"...be our toy..."

"...be our slave..."

"...you want this..."

"...you need this..."

"...submit..."

She tried her best to resist, clung to her pride as a powerful shikigami, but her resolve was snuffed out like a candle plunged into the ocean. Helpless and restrained, she gave in completely.

Chapter 4: Kyras's Endgame

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The seal was hot on her skin, an ornate heart symbol whose lines curled around her navel. The magic was powerful, she could tell that much, but Barbara...Barbie's mind had at least cleared up for the first time since her defeat. Her memory of what had happened was a little foggy, but there were a few details that stood out.

"I was defeated. This is terrible." She said in something of a deadpan. Confounding her statement a bit was the fact that she was at that moment squeezing her new breasts over and over as if they were two massive stress toys. The relaxed smile on her face didn't help matters.

He hadn't just defeated her. He'd transformed her! Her powerful, lithe body made of living stone and clay had been ruined, transformed into a new material, pink and soft and weak. What had he called it? Silicone? She looked down at herself, feeling a tinge of frustration at the weak little thing she'd become...but then there was the other part. It hadn't just been a change in material, but form as well. Hanging from her chest were two heavy breasts of her own, where before had been smooth, featureless clay. Twisting her flexible neck around, she could see the soft cushion of an ass she was sitting on, the plump thighs that were squeezed together, the flat, smooth, but sensually soft belly. And between her legs was a pussy. It might not have led to a real womb--she was still a golem, after all, devoid of organs or blood--but it was sensitive and excitable. Her whole body felt that way.

For years she'd dreamed of a body like this. Maybe not exactly like this, but now that she had it, she was feeling powerful conflicting feelings. The wizard didn't have time for that though.

"Yes. Now get up. I need you to lead me to the next level." Kyras demanded.

She found herself standing back up, but she folded her arms under her chest, privately thrilling at the feel of her breasts spilling over her forearms, "I wouldn't recommend that. As powerful as I am, as clever as your magic was, you have zero chance of being able to ascend the tower all the way to the top. "

He chuckled, then gave a snap of his fingers. The rune he'd inscribed underneath her navel flared to life, glowing with a soft light and radiating a sleepy, relaxing warmth through her whole body in less than a second, submerging her in a blissful trance state.

"I am...hypnotized..." She heard herself say. She didn't know why she had the compulsion to inform him of that, but she didn't have the sense of self to wonder about it at the moment.

"Good to see the rune works on golems as well as it does on demons. Now listen up, Barbie."

"I am...listening..."

"First thing. You are my slave."

"I...am your slave..."

"You are unable to disobey me."

"Unable...to disobey..."

"You will be unable to harm me."

"Unable...to harm..."

"You will be unable to betray me."

"Unable...to betray..."

"Even if your mind is taken by another, I will always be the one really in control."

"You...control me..."

"Whenever you see my cock, you'll become lovingly, mindlessly, full-heartedly devoted to serving me in any way you can imagine. It will be your entire focus. Your

entire reason for existing will be to worship and serve me."

"...loving...mindless...slave...to cock..."

That covered the basics. Just as he was about to wake her up though, Shiki came up from behind and started stage whispering into her ear.

"You love giving titty fucks!"

"I love...giving titty fucks..."

"You're just a dumb onahole!"

"Just...a dumb onahole..."

"Anytime you see Master's lap is empty, you'll try and rest your jugs on there."

"Master's...lap..."

"You want to get a whole bunch more slaves for Master!"

"More...slaves..."

"Whenever you hear anyone say ' have a seat ', you'll get down on your hands and knees to provide yourself as the inanimate furniture you are."

"Have...a seat..."

He laughed. As much as his familiar, the shikigami Shiki, absolutely loathed her own enslavement, there was nothing that turned her own more than the sight of others befalling that fate. She was a sadistic, mean-spirited, pure evil little bundle of spite. And yet, that just made it all the more fun for him to torment her. Come to think of it, the way he treated her, transforming her from a powerful demon ogre into a tiny shortstack with ridiculously large breasts, bossed her around doing all kinds of humiliating tasks, messed with her head in ways she couldn't even think about...all that probably contributed to her surly attitude. A vicious cycle.

"Alright. Think that's enough for now." Another snap of his fingers--the somatic component combined with a trickle of his magical signature--and the light returned to Barbie's eyes. Just as she was about to say something though, he cut her off by opening up his robes and stroking his big cock in front of her, "Take me to the second floor now."

"As you wish. Let me lead the way for you!" She swallowed, walking backwards towards the room's exit, her eyes not wanting to lose sight of his cock for even a moment. But when she tripped and fell back down, he scolded her.

"Eyes forward. I've not all day. And the sooner you take me there, the sooner I might let you touch it."

That was enough motivation for her. She scrambled to her feet, dusted herself off, then saluted, "Yes, Master. This way, Master!" And she led the way through the dark tunnels.

After a few minutes of winding tunnels and stairs, a high-pitched feminine voice interjected, "Hey! Why are we going down? We're supposed to be climbing UP the tower, not going into its basement."

Barbie noticed the shortstack oni for the first time since waking up. She remembered enslaving the bimbo demon, only to get stabbed in the back. Oddly, she didn't mind that part so much now--not that she was grateful for her new form or role--but she did feel a bit jealous of those massive breasts of hers. Barbie's new chest might be more than a handful each, but Shiki's were more than an armful.

"This tower is made of ten pocket dimensions connected to one another in a line. Going up or down doesn't matter." She explained with an eye-roll, "Though, Master...as much as I appreciate being transformed into your cocksleeve, and as much as I respect your power, I don't think that even you can hope to win against the might of the Sorceress. If you like, I can lead you to the exit instead. You can enjoy all of the treasure, a harem of the slime girls, and my eternal devotion."

He didn't even consider it for a moment, "Pass. I've got my sights set on something a bit grander than some coin and a group of multi-colored sextoys."

"Master?"

He gave her a grin that looked more than slightly unhinged, "I'm going to become a god."

Chapter 5: Enter the Goblins

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It was Shiki's turn to roll her eyes. Become a god? As if. Her summoner was a fool and he was going to get himself killed, herself banished back to hell. There was no way his harebrained scheme had any chance of success.

Sure, he had collected a vial of archdemon blood. Yes, he did have four mana stones, each of the highest quality and from each of the four primal elements of earth, air, fire, and water. And maybe the ritual book he referenced, the one with a black metal skull upon the cover, did have powerful magic inside the likes of which she'd not even heard rumors about in the underworld. She could give him all that. But becoming a god through some ancient magic with the sacrifice of a virgin princess touched by an angel? Preposterous.

No matter how often she looked at him, all she saw was a dumb man. Hardly even a man at that. The kind that couldn't grow a decent beard or even had hair on his chest. A scrawny nerd with hair in his eyes whose only redeeming feature was he had a cock that was just a bit bigger than average. He was cocky, arrogant, reckless, and not nearly as clever as he imagined himself to be. She looked forward to the day it'd all backfire horribly in his face.

"Wow! That's amazing, Master!"

Clearly, the new member of the team didn't share in her skepticism. Given that she literally didn't have a brain to work with, Shiki didn't even find that too surprising. With a petulant sigh, she followed along in the rear. No matter how crazy her summoner was, she was stuck with him for the moment.

After a few minutes, the plain stone-brick floor, walls, and ceiling ended and a more natural cave formation took over, as if whoever had made this dungeon had given up halfway through. While the dungeon was lit by torches that seemed to consume no fuel, this cave had glowing blue moss on the walls that was shedding a surprisingly bright light.

"Careful, Master. This area belongs to the goblins. They're very stealthy and specialize in traps and ambushes." Barbie cautioned.

"You don't say? Well, it's a good thing I've now got an extra body to walk ahead and trigger any traps for me."

"Master...?"

Shiki and Barbie walked side by side along the cave. The walls were rough and angular, but the floor was smooth like a well-worn road. The smooth floor became a path that continued as the narrow tunnel opened up into a cavern, giant stalactites and stalagmites around providing plenty of cover, plenty of small holes and tunnels to hide in or get lost in. An ambush could come in at any moment now. Barbie was just coming off of the effects of seeing Kyras's penis, starting to regain her senses, "Does the Master always treat his property like this?"

"I wish. This is more him being pragmatic. When he doesn't have anything 'useful' for me to do, that's when he starts letting his sadistic side out." Shiki said with a heavy sigh.

"O-oh..."

"What about this sorceress? How'd you end up stuck guarding a floor and covered by slimes?"

"That's a long story, actually."

Barbie gladly started to go into detail, talking about her creator Hannler, her exile from the city, the separation, wandering alone, her desire to be a real girl. By the time she met the Sorceress, she was happy to just find a place to belong. The slimes might not have been very smart, but they were all very affectionate.

"One thing I was wondering about your slime armor...wouldn't it have been more effective if you spread the slime out, rather than making it all pool in your chest to make those fake boobs?"

"That is...uh...well you see..." Another boob maniac, Shiki noted. She really didn't see what the appeal of it all was. Sure, boobs were nice. But they didn't need to be so big they threw her off balance, made it impossible to dive underwater more than two feet before popping back up and being held aloft by her flotation devices. Perhaps she could convince Kyras to focus his bust enhancement experiments on the golem then, and leave her out of—

As she was lost in thought, not paying attention to her surroundings, a smoking bottle sailed over their heads, exploded into a cloud of pink.

"Oh my." Barbie said with relief in her calm tone, her features as placid as the moment before, "We're under attack."

More smoke bombs followed the first, filling up the air, making it impossible to see anything.

"Ow!" Shiki cried out as she felt something poke her chest, looking down to see a dart had struck her chest, "Poison darts, get down!"

She threw herself to the floor, but was promptly poked three more times, each dart striking the easy target that was her ass, "Ow ow owwww! Do something!"

"I don't know what you want me to do...these darts don't bother me, but with this body, a child could outrun me and I don't have any weapons." Barbie said, her body starting to be covered in darts that pierced her silicone 'flesh' but found no circulation system to deliver their payload.

"Gust of Wind."

Kyras the sorcerer cast the spell and the gale force wind roared, blowing the smoke away, letting it dissipate in the open air of the vast cavern. There was giggling in response, coming in front all sides, and darts were fired in his direction, though all of them bounced off his thick robes as if they were made of stone, repelled by his Mage Armor enchantment. Curious, he picked one up to examine it, casting a simple spell to aid the process, "Identify." The dart glowed with a white light in his hand for a pulse, its secrets revealed to him, "Interesting. These aren't poison. They're aphrodisiacs."

"That's right!" A small figure finally stepped out into the view, chin raised high, a loaded crossbow in her hands, "We're not tryin' to hurt ya. We just need a new daddy!"

A female goblin. That would explain it.

In this world, there were few examples of such extreme sexual dimorphism as the goblins. Many scholars still contended that the two weren't even of the same species. While both had the same characteristic green skin, goblin men were often under three-feet tall, had wirey, lanky bodies aside from protruding potbellies, massive noses and mouths full of sharp teeth big enough to bite down on a watermelon. Females, on the other hand, were a little taller and leaned towards a more balanced, curvaceous, voluptuous build with wide hips and thick busts, and averaging between four and five feet tall. With their insatiable sex drives and easy to manhandle bodies, goblin women were among the most popular in brothels throughout the land, while the men tended towards lives of villainy. Both had one thing in common that was also the reason those scholars thought they couldn't possibly be the same species: goblin men couldn't breed with goblin women.

And yet, the race was incredibly adept at breeding with seemingly every other race in the world. From halflings to ogres, the pairings always ended with a pure-blooded goblin child of the same gender as the goblin parent. The men tended to get their mothers through raids and slave auctions, but this was the first time he'd seen a group of goblin women resorting to a similar tactic.

"Is that all? You could have just asked." Kyras replied. He certainly wasn't about to turn down a chance to have some fun with a whole tribe of these shortstack sluts. This one in particular. She was tall for a goblin, nearly five feet, with wild black hair barely contained in a ponytail that dangled down to her ass. He judged her at an N-cup, her breasts squeezed together with just a thick leather belt, her blue areola peeking out from the top, and for a skirt she was wearing another belt loaded up with vials of various potions. Her face was youthful, with a button nose and round cheeks, and her slender body didn't seem to have even a hint of muscle, though with monster races looks could always be deceptive.

"Not so fast. If we can't weaken you with the aphrodisiac, we'll just have to capture you the old-fashioned way," She replied, firing the crossbow bolt. It bounced off his magically enchanted robe as well, but the force of the bolt made him stagger backward, rubbing at his shoulder; that'd leave a nasty bruise.

"Ouch." He weighed his options. On the one hand, he had no doubt he could defeat a group of goblins. They were goblins after all, the weakest of the monster races. But on the other hand, he'd rather have fun while doing it. So instead of retaliating, he bent down, gathered up a dozen of the poisoned darts, squeezed them all into a fist with their points lined up, "Barbie, go ahead and drag Shiki somewhere safe while I take care of these sluts."

As he saw his new slave golem move to obey, he then jabbed the sharp needles into his shoulder, "Ow ow owwww...!"

He held it for a second, then tossed the handful aside, gulping down a healing potion in a hurry to close up the needle-point holes. He wiped his mouth clean, then threw off his robe, shucked off his pants, standing in front of the goblins in the nude. He could feel the aphrodisiac coursing through his blood, making his heart pound, and the curvy goblins were looking even more tempting than they had before.

"Look at the size of that..."

"How is he packing such a...

"That'd never fit...we're too small!"

"Gods...I want to try though..."

Goblin after goblin came out of hiding, all of them wide-eyed and staring transfixed at his massive cock. They slowly came closer, drawn towards it with an almost magnetic pull. Weapons were dropped. Loincloths discarded.

"Me first!"

"No me!"

"Me! Me! Me!"

And then chaos broke loose, the goblin maidens all charging him together. Kyras met the charge headlong, his own desires raging inside of him thanks to the poison and his own unhealthily powerful sex drive. He grabbed the goblin that got to him first by the neck and slammed her into the ground. Her legs instinctively spread wide open for him, and when he plunged inside of her, she wrapped those legs around his waist. He pumped inside of her, keeping one hand around her throat while the other pulled down the thick belt holding her over-sized breasts together.

"Yes yes yes! It doesn't fit but it fits!" The goblin shouted in ecstasy.

With that kind of endorsement, the other goblins couldn't wait. They swarmed him, bapping his face with their breasts, licking his feet with their tongues. He felt one particularly enthusiastic tongue behind him and more were kissing his chest. One particularly bold goblin—their leader who'd spoken to him first—kissed him on the lips, his cheeks, his neck.

"Come on...you don't need to waste time on a runt like her. Give it to me."

"No me...I'm so wet for you!"

"Me please! Me horny! Can't think...too horny!"

"No me!"

The arguing continued, the goblins starting to shout over one another as he continued to plow into the goblin underneath him, louder and louder, till he started to pour his hot seed inside of the goblin's womb, stretching it out to give her a little bump on her belly.

Nowhere near satisfied and now actually hearing the racket they were making, he raised his own voice and yelled, "Shut up! You bitches are too goddamn loud! I'll fuck whoever I like, and I'll not fuck a cunt that's shouting like a rooster in the morning."

"Who do you think you are? You're our breeding stud now, you can't just give us orders! You'll fuck each and every one of us or—"

He looked at her, saw she had a small cross-shaped scar on her cheek, committed it to memory, "Okay. Definitely not fucking Scarface here till she learns some manners. However, I will be fucking the goblin with the nicest ass, assuming she puts her face in the dirt and her ass up high for me."

The goblin he'd ostracized let her mouth fall open in shock, immediately regretting her outburst, but all around him the others got into position, lining up ass to ass in a ring around him. Some wiggled back and forth, others twerked, letting their full elastic flesh jiggle, and others were too turned on, plunging their fingers in and out of their pussies. Not used to being quiet, there was a lot of suppressed whimpering going around as they bit down on their tongues and lips, resisting the urge to demand and beg to be fucked.

Even the cheek-scarred goblin's resolve broke, sticking her face to the ground and raising her ass up high. He chuckled as he surveyed the scene, like a farmer looking out at a ripe harvest. His libido wouldn't let him admire them for too long, so mostly at random he picked a particularly large and juicy ass, then shoved his cock deep inside of her pussy.

"Yessss!" She hissed in excitement.

Moans of frustration blossomed in his goblin garden now that he'd made his choice, which only made him smile all the more. These horny sluts had tried to take him down? This sorceress was a fool if she thought this sort of security did her any good. He amused himself slipping his hands between the thighs of the goblins on either side of him, sawing at their slits, letting their juices drip down his hand to the ground below, making the girls cry and squirm at his touch.

"I'm cumming...!" "Feels so good!"

"But..."

"But..."

"Need cock!" They shouted together.

The goblin he was fucking in the meantime couldn't even form words. She alternated between long, drawn out moans and short grunts, sometimes almost making sense, "Feelsh good...cooock...breakin'...me...!"

By the time he came inside of her, her eyes had rolled back inside her head and she collapsed into a puddle of her own drool. As he turned to find his next waiting girl, goblins swarmed over her, fighting to lick her cunt, fighting to taste his seed. The smell of it had permeated the air and they were all starting to crave it more than their favorite food, even their favorite drug.

With the aphrodisiac running through his blood, his inhuman vitality, and a touch of restorative magic, he was able to fuck goblin after goblin into submission, one after the other. For fun, he started tossing the used goblins into a pile, the shortstack women so exhausted from the coitus that they just let themselves pile higher and higher.

He kept going, till there were only two left, the lead goblin, a head taller than all the others, and the mouthy goblin with a scar on her cheek. He was sitting on a round boulder, legs open, and the two were massaging his cock back to life using their sweat-soaked bouncy breasts, sharing kisses as they licked the head of his cock, "Me next, sir."

"No me, Master."

He'd told them he only had enough for one more load, and that it'd go to whichever slut could act the most submissive towards him.

"Please fuck your worthless slave, Master."

"No, me, Master...I'll serve you forever!"

"I will too, Master!"

When he made his choice, it wasn't because of anything either of them said or did. Rather, he put the scarred goblin on his lap and let her start bouncing up and down on his cock so he could have a little chat with their leader.

"So you're the boss of all these girls?"

She was bent over, staring up at him as she licked his balls, not looking like much of a leader at all.

"Nuh uh, Master. Trixie runs the cave squad, but Poffu controls the tribe."

"Who is Trixie?"

"Trixie is Trixie. I am."

"Ahhh, that makes sense. And cave squad?"

She nodded, her tiny hands going to work massaging his balls while the other goblin continued to lose her mind bouncing up and down on his still-hard cock, "Yes, Master. We protect the portal for the Sorceress."

Portal, in other words, the door to the next floor, "And what are the rest of you doing?"

"Hunting. Gathering. Mixie runs the bandit squad, and she takes down easy targets on the forest road."

"Forest...road?"

That made him pause for thought. However powerful this sorceress might be, he didn't think she could make a demiplane so massive that unrelated travelers would wander around inside of it. He was starting to suspect that rather than this being the second floor, it really was just a portal to the outside world. These goblins didn't live in the Tower, they were merely hired to guard the next portal. The more he thought about it, the more it made a kind of sense. Magic needed closure. Simply locking the tower away in its own demiplane inaccessible from the mortal plane could work...for a while. But the longer it stayed there, the more strain would be put on the exit, the greater the chance of it being cut off forever.

By lacing together her demiplane with the real world through these portals, she might open herself up to intruders, but she didn't run the risk of being banished forever to another dimension.

That was the working theory, at least.

If this was the group that was guarding the portal, the expedient thing to do would be to get her to lead him to the portal and continue on his way. But with how big the Tower was proving to be on the inside, he figured that was a risk not worth taking. If he did leave now, there was a good chance the goblin tribe leader would have a way to alert the Sorceress that he was on the way to the top. He'd take care of her first before she had the chance.

Not to mention, controlling his own tribe of these fun, busty green girls would be fun for the future.

"Tell me about this leader of yours then. This Poffu."

Trixie started to explain. Poffu was a hobgoblin, an advanced goblin that had a one in a thousand odds of being born, usually when the father was a powerful adventurer. She was six-feet tall, athletic and strong, cunning, and had led the tribe for ten years, even since reaching maturity. She was the one that had negotiated with the sorceress, and under her rule the tribe had thrived. She was an expert with spears, both in melee and throwing as well.

"How good could she really be?"

"I was once in a hunting party with her twelve years ago, when she brought down a land shark on her own. Since then, she has spent each morning until noon honing her skills."

So dangerously good then. Kyras idly rubbed at his chest as he imagined a spear or three punching holes in it. Even with his powerful defensive abjuration magic, he decided against putting himself in harm's way.

No, he'd need a sneakier plan. He needed bait.

"Shiki. I've got a job for you. Shiki?"

Where had that oni wandered off to? She'd been right with him, and then the goblins had attacked. He remembered she'd been hit with darts and...

Kyras looked around the cavern. His eyes wandered around looking for them, but a quick glance showed them not around, "Barbie! Shiki?!"

He'd told Barbie to get Shiki to safety, but now that things had settled, where was his familiar?

Ten paces behind him, Shiki answered, making Kyras jump, "Master?"

The golem's tendency to stand with absolute stillness made it too easy to completely miss her presence altogether. Kyras calmed his nerves, "There you are. Where is Shiki?"

Barbie shrugged her shoulders, "I tried to stop her, but she was too strong. She—"

"Don't care. Where is she?"

"Um...isn't she with you?" Barbie looked confused, "She said she needed your cock and charged right towards you."

"Hmm...? I think I'd remember if..." Kyras started, then trailed off, trying to recall just what he'd been doing exactly while the aphrodisiac poison had been raging in his blood. Testing a theory, he went to the pile to creampied goblins and started to pull it apart, one girl at a time. There, right in the middle, laying on her back on the pile of green flesh, was his light-blue shikigami oni, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, eyes rolled back up into her head, legs twitching every now and then.

"There you are. Stop slacking off. I've got a job for you."

"Mnnnn awuh...?" Was her only response.

Chapter 6: Joining the Tribe

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An hour later, and the goblins were on the march, their prisoner in tow. Shiki had her wrists and ankles bound, then a pole run between them so that she could be easily lifted. She'd been stripped of what little clothing she was allowed, and the horizontal position was humiliating, not just because of the way her big, heavy breasts were pulled towards the ground until they had a torpedo shape, looking even bigger than usual.

Because now there was something new dangling between her legs.

"You can't do this to me, you hear! I'm a shikigami! I'll fry the lot of you! I'll steal your souls and gobble them up with my stew! I'll-"

Yank!

"You'll be quiet, new toy, unless you want some cloth stuff in your mouth."

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as her new manhood was pulled on too hard, but that just got the stupid thing hard again. She didn't know how, but she now had a cock! She couldn't see it through the impenetrable wall of titflesh between her eyes and crotch, but it felt big, long, and hard. She wasn't sure how it compared to her summoner's, but judging from how excited these goblins were, it must be pretty impressive.

Where even is he? She thought for the umpteenth time. The best that she could remember, they'd made it to the second floor and he'd said he was going to backtrack to retrieve something. That was when she'd been ambushed by these goblins, and once they'd seen her cock, they'd somehow been able to capture and restrain her. The details were a little fuzzy, but it wasn't something she could think too closely about. All she really knew was that the unreliable wizard had once again made himself scarce right when he was needed the most. Stupid, stupid man!

"Just you wait. You're all going to regret this. I am more powerful than you can possibly imagine, and...h-hey, I'm not...mmmfff...mmnn!"

True to their word, cloth started being stuffed into her mouth, one goblin doing the stuffing while the other kept her jaw pried open. Once her cheeks were bulging, stuffed to capacity, then finished by tying a long strip around her head, tight enough to prevent her from spitting it out, making it so that all she could do was moan.

"It's against the rules of the tribe to spill seed outside of a goblin's womb." Their leader said tauntingly as she tugged on Shiki's nipple, "You'll be punished for each time that happens."

"Winkle, Slinda, why don't you two practice your milking skills for the rest of the trip?"

There was that inane goblin giggling, and then Shiki felt four hands going to work. two of them focused on squeezing and releasing her heavy new balls, the other two covering themselves in her neverending drip of pre-cum, then sliding up and down her shaft, getting her good and hard. Shiki twisted and shook as much as she could hanging from the pole, but all she managed to two was send her boobs swinging side to side. The two goblins weren't at all skilled, but time was on their side and her new cock didn't have an ounce of staying power. By the time their little village came into sight, Shiki was exhausted.

The goblin village was set up at the very edge of a mountain at the entrance to the labyrinthine cave complex. The mountain ceiling was more than two-hundred fee high overhead and there was enough room inside for dozens of small, goblin sized huts to be set up. She saw that things were bustling for a small community of its size. A blacksmith was hammering big nails into clubs, a tanner was making new skimpy outfits for the goblins to wear, and there was several cooks busy making stews and skewers and other simple but tasty foods.

Naturally, there weren't any male goblins around, but there weren't any young or elderly goblins either. Dangerous locations like these were always filled with only the hardiest of the tribe. Getting pregnant would mean a trip back to the homeland until the matter was taken care of, which might be part of why these goblins were so eager to have a new breeder.

With a note of disgust, she saw a stable where men were kept bound on their hands and knees, all of them looking broken and tame, eating from a trough, one of them humping a goblin while another petted his head. Is that what these goblins had in store for her? As if she'd let them!

"There you are!"

Shiki twisted her head around to look at the biggest goblin she'd ever seen. Was she even a goblin? She was more than six feet tall and built like an amazon with thick thighs and strong arms. There was a six-pack on her belly, and if Shiki's sense of scale wasn't so warped, her full D-cup breasts would have looked perfectly proportioned on her powerful build. Her hair was kept short, standing upright with a natural spikiness to it, and her green skin was closer to yellow. She had high, prominent cheekbones and a strong nose. While not exactly unattractive, she was what Shiki would describe as being handsome rather than beautiful or sexy. It didn't help that she was wearing practical looking pants and heavy leather armor with a chain shirt over it that both ended up above her navel.

She came closer, patting the lead goblin on the head, "I was starting to get worried. It's not like you to have a patrol be late for so long, Trixie."

"Sorry, Poffu..." The goblin managed underneath the rough head-patting, "But we found a new toy! We just got a bit distracted testing her out."

"Her...?" The hobgoblin came closer, giving Shiki a closer look.

"Well, I'll be...never seen anything like this. I wonder just how fertile she is." She said as squatted down, then reached forward and grabbed Shiki's sensitive, exhausted, flaccid cock.

"Mmmffph!" Shiki wanted to tell her off for being so rough, but instead, that stupid cock of hers started getting hard again. At this rate, she was going to shrivel up like a mummy by the end of the day!

"I don't know if she can get any of us pregnant, but she's like a natural spring. No matter how much we played with her, she was always ready for another round."

"Mmmpphhhhhh!!!" Shiki shook her head violently side to side in disagreement.

"Well, even if she's shooting blanks, you did a good job capturing her. We never know what's going to come out of that portal the Sorceress set up, and you kept everyone safe. Keep up the good work."

Trixie blushed, pink on her green-skinned cheeks, "Aww...it wasn't nothing much."

"And as for this...you know, I normally prefer men with some gut and bulk to them, but this one is cute and that third leg is something else. I think I'll give her a spin too. Bring her to my room."

"Yes, Chief!"

Shiki found herself marched through the village, all eyes looking at her with either curiosity or—if their eyes strayed past her navel—interested lust. The village chief Poffu's hut was right in the middle and more than twice as large as any other, with a doorway big enough that she wouldn't have to dip her head to fit through as she would the others. Inside there was weapons on racks, dried meat hanging on strings ready to be plucked and eaten, but more than anything else, a lot of furs from a lot of big animals that made it cozy and warm. Shiki was placed on an owlbear fur that must have been at least eleven feet head to foot. The pole was removed, and she was left alone.

Idiots. Time to make my escape. Weak ropes like this, I'll be out in just a minute or two. She thought as she started to work wiggling in her bonds, straining to break through the cords binding her arms and legs.

An hour later, Poffu opened the door to find a very exhausted, very frustrated oni sweating all over her rug. Shiki was red in the face as she laid on her back, her chest heaving up and down. She didn't understand. What was this rope even made of?

"What's the matter? Got an itch you just can't scratch?" Poffu asked as she laid down on the fur next to Shiki. Idly, she let her hand run along Shiki's belly, brushing her with just the fingertips.

"Mrrrmphhh...!" Shiki replied as she rolled away, facing her back to her captor.

"Such a surly new toy." Poffu remarked. She grabbed Shiki's hip then pulled, easily putting her back on her back, before sitting up and straddling her, Poffu's strong thighs on either side of Shiki's waist, "Let's see if you can do more than grunt."

Poffu pinched the band of clothing sealing Shiki's mouth, her muscles flex, and the cloth tore like paper. Immediately, Shiki began to push the rest of the stuffing in her mouth out with her tongue, "Blech! You'll pay for that. You're all going to pay for this! You can't treat me like this! I'll kill you all! I'll—"

Shiki was cut off as Poffu squeezed her hand around Shiki's mouth, clamping it shut, "I can see why they had you gagged. Now, I'm sure you've got a lot to say. But if all you do is spout garbage like that, I'll just have to see about having your mouth sewn shut. You're smarter than that though, aren't you?"

Poffu slowly removed her hand and Shiki grit her teeth, "You're smarter, yes...?"

Shiki puffed out her cheeks, refused to say anything.

"Part of being smart means knowing when to answer your Owner when asked a question." Poffu said as she casually twisted Shiki's nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Casual or not, it was enough to force a squeak out of Shiki, and unrelated, an answer, "...yes. Fine. Happy?"

"Good girl. Good...boy? You really are a strange creature. What's your name?"

"...Shiki?"

"You have a cute name, Shiki." Poffu played with the word in her mouth as she said it, imitating Shiki's rapidfire manner of speaking rather than the tribe's more relaxed accent, "And what are you?"

"I'm a shikigami oni. A powerful demon! My magical might is enough to reduce this village to cinders. I could suck your...ahhnn...your...ow...mmrfff..." Shiki stopped talking as the twisting of her nipple got less casual and more intense.

"Shiki the shikigami. How...direct. What business do you have in our lands?"

"I was here to..." She started, then trailed off. Why had she come along to this tower? The question made her eyes glassy and her head fuzzy, as if the answer was right there but hidden in a thick cloud of fog, "...none of your business." She finally answered.

"Such a secretive little oni." Poffu commented as she leaned back. Her hand hips moved back, bumping into Shiki's erect cock—the stupid thing wouldn't stay down when a woman like Poffu was on top of her—and then starting to slowly move up and down, "But it is not important. Wherever you came from. What you were planning. Who you were. None of that matters any longer. From now on, you are the village's toy. And I will say, you might be small even by goblin standards, but you are a very, very well-equipped toy. I wonder what sort of children you will give us."

"Hmph. Not gonna give you any you over-sized goblin...hahhhh...fuck! What the hell?! What are you doing? What are you doing to me?!" Shiki's voice was full of panic as Poffu raised her hips up, lined her slit up with the large bulbous head of Shiki's new cock, then slowly lowered herself down , slowly taking inch after inch.

"Hmm? What did you think I'd do? Surely this isn't your first time being inside of a woman?"

"O-of course not!" Shiki retorted defiantly. Those goblin sluts had all played with her for hours. Hadn't they? She very vividly remembered the 'milking' they'd done on the trip back, but the details of the orgy before that were...fuzzy. She remembered there being a lot of sex, but when she tried to imagine herself s the one doing the fucking, it felt distant and dissociative. More than that, the feeling of being inside of Poffu...it was completely different from anything she'd ever felt in her life. She'd felt pleasure before, of course. But never this kind of wet, warm, squeezing embrace over her whole sensitive cock. It triggered things inside of her. It made her hips start to buck and writhe, much to the delight of the hobgoblin on top of her.

"Such an innocent soul inside your lewd body." Poffu taunted as her labia kissed Shiki's base, "You'll be so easy to train I imagine."

"Like hell I'll...uhhh...fff...fuuuck...that feels so good...!" As Poffu started rocking her hips back and forth, all the anger and defiance Shiki had faded away like a candle's flame after being submerged in warm bath water.

"See? It's not so bad to be a toy, is it?" Poffu asked.

"Mmm...shut...up..." Shiki breathed as she tried to hold herself back, but her heart wasn't in it. A dumb smile plastered on her face, she felt herself start to shiver in her legs, and with a long moan, she let the orgasm take her. Pure bliss and relaxation passed through her as she came directly inside of Poffu.

Poffu giggled as she continued rocking her hips, milking every last drop of cum from Shiki's cock. It felt like a lot of cum, enough to feel a small cup, though Shiki had that foggy feeling that it wasn't so impressive compared to other cumshots she'd seen. Even so, it was hers and it had been heavenly. She felt at peace for the first time in as long as she could remember, content to just lie there and do nothing for as long as—

"I was thinking you'd have more staying power than that, if the cave squad had already had their fun with you. You shikigami oni are wonderful! But let's see if you can manage to hold on longer than a minute this next time.

Shiki looked Poffu, the zen high of her orgasm slowly starting to fade, "Of course we are. We're the best! But I can't just get it back up like...ohhh..." Shiki shivered as her wet, flaccid cock was pushed out of Poffu's warm hole and into the open air, but she then Poffu was putting her hands on the floor, lowering her head, and swallowing Shiki's cock and she was stunned all over again by this new flavor of pleasure. While her pussy had been a tight embrace, her mouth was no less wet or warm but offered an entirely different sensation, the feel of that tongue swirling around the head of her cock getting her hard again so fast it almost hurt. Poffu didn't let it end there though. She kept using her tongue, then started to bob her head, swallowing more and more of Shiki's cock, till every bit of her own girl juice and the sticky cum was gone, replaced by shiny hobgoblin saliva.

Looking at her, Shiki thought it a little strange just how much cuter the village chief was when her mouth was stuffed full of cock. It gave her a powerful dose of feminine appeal that seemed to soften all the hard edges of her body.

Stiff once more, she was again mounted, this time Poffu taking big handfuls of her breasts and rather than grinding back and forth, she was using her strong thighs to bounce up and down on her cock, sending her own firm breasts bouncing, "Ohhh...you're so big and hard! And ready for a second round so soon! Even if you are unable to get any of us pregnant, I think you'll still be the village's favorite toy." Poffu grinned as she leaned down, nibbled on Shiki's nipple, "That is, if I don't just keep you all to myself!"

Just like before, the very act of sex had a pacifying effect on Shiki; as long as the village chief was going to fuck her, she didn't really have an interest in saying anything that might make her stop. Instead of resisting, she just let the pleasure overtake her and her mind wandered. How did she end up here? What were those foggy memories of her? Something about the situation seemed off. Frustratingly, the harder she tried to think about it, the more fog she felt billowing in her mind, confusing her till she forgot her whole train of thought all over again.

It was too hard to focus. Poffu certainly wasn't making it any easier, not when she was speeding up like that, her big breasts bouncing up and down, "Ohhh yess! I can feel it hitting my womb! I'm so close...just a little longer and..."

Shiki wanted to hold back, ride the pleasure as long as she could, but those tight walls were too much for her. She started coming again, firing a second shot inside of Poffu.

"Aww...I was just about to cum..." Poffu said with a pout. That pout made her look not just feminine, but downright cute. The prominent cheekbones she'd notice from before seemed to have softened as if covered up by a touch of babyfat, while her nose didn't look nearly so big, upturned and buttoned up like that.

"I can't help it! It felt so good inside of you and...nnngh...these ropes. They're too tight. Can't you do something about this?" For some reason, the way they constricted her intensified, as if the rope was shrinking in on itself. Perhaps it was one of those knots that got tighter the more a person struggled.

Poffu tapped her chin thoughtfully, "I suppose I could...it would open up a lot more positions. You promise to behave if I do?"

"Mmmmrff..." Shiki hated giving out humiliating promises like that, but the ropes were too tight to argue, "Fine. I promise!"

"Good girl." Poffu rolled Shiki back onto her stomach, then pinched the rope with her fingers again, planning to tear it apart in the same way she'd done the cloth gag. The rope however was sturdier than it looked, "Mmm...can't seem to get a proper grip. One moment." The hobgoblin rose and went to the corner of her house, retrieving a large curved blade, using that to slice open the ropes while Shiki did her best to hold still. Once she was free, she rubbed at her sore wrists and ankles. After spending so long tied up, it felt so good to be able to move freely again.

Standing up on her feet, she stretched her arms up high over her head and let her back pop. Now that she was oriented upright, she gave Poffu another look over. It was amazing how different she looked from the new perspective. She'd imagined the hobgoblin must have been at least six feet or more, but now that she could properly compare their heights, she didn't think she was any more than five, probably less. Sure, the shikigami only came up to Poffu's chest, but that wasn't much taller than the other goblins. Even her arms and legs seemed less thick, and that chiseled six-pack she'd seen earlier must have been a trick of the light, because now her stomach was looking not much more than simply well-toned.

Poffu finished placing the knife back on the weapon rack with the rest of the deadly implements, then, then came back to Shiki with an impish grin on her face, "Now...have you ever heard of doing it while spooning?"

Chapter 7: The New Head Honcho

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Half an hour later, and Shiki finally decided that it wasn't just her imagination. Each time she came inside of Poffu, the hobgoblin was becoming smaller, more feminine, weaker. And at the same time, she herself was getting bigger and stronger. The evidence was hard to deny at this point, when Poffu had her face in the furs and her ass in the air while Shiki plowed into her from behind. Poffu was looking small and stubby even by goblin standards now, her once muscular and masculine body looking like a toy built for sex now.

And as for Shiki, she'd never felt better! Her arms were long and toned, but surging with strength. When she'd grabbed a spear from the weapon rack, she'd been able to snap it into splintered halves without much effort at all. Her legs were long, so long. The ground was so far away, and she could see so much from this new perspective! Everything, everyone was small compared to her. It felt so right. If only Tiki could see her like this. She'd show that pretentious younger sister of hers what respect meant!

The only things that hadn't changed were her breasts—though they were still massive, they now felt a bit more appropriate resting on her broad chest—and her cock. Each time they had sex, she'd been able to last a little longer, but in spite of how hard the two had been going at it, Poffu had still yet to have a single orgasm. Shiki thought it was starting to get to her.

"Please! I can't stand it anymore! Burning up so hot, gonna die...I need it...I need to cum! I'll do anything! Please, just make me cum! Stir up my womb with your cock, please oh please!" The once-proud village chief begged.

Well, it was hardly like Shiki was going to stop now, "Happy to oblige!"

Shiki fell on top of Poffu, squishing her head on both sides with her massive bust, sending her raised hips to the furs, and then impaling her on her cock. Pinned to the floor like that, she couldn't move an inch and Shiki was free to piston her cock in and out of the hobgoblin—former hobgoblin?—with all of her newly gained strength. Poffu's tiny feet were flailing and twisting and she'd lost the ability to speak, instead moaning loud enough to be heard throughout the whole village.

As she neared her next orgasm, Shiki could feel Poffu's pussy clenching down on her, squeezing and releasing faster than her heartbeat, "Good girl. Looks like you finally came. Let me give you a reward. Just...take it!"

With a satisfied grunt, Shiki let loose a final load inside of Poffu. This time was bigger than ever, her little belly swelling up as her womb inflated. The orgasm felt even better than before, more natural and right. The strange sensation she gotten before was gone, and there wasn't any change she could see to herself or Poffu, "That well has been drained dry, I see."

Shiki rolled off of Poffu, then sat up, one leg extended while she rested her chin on a raised knee. She took a long moment to just savor the power she felt, as well as enjoy the blissed out stupid look on Poffu's face, cum oozing out of her pussy as she drooled from her mouth. It seemed she'd been too much for the chief.

"That's okay though." Shiki said to no one in particular as she got back on to her feet, made towards the door, "There's plenty more meat in this village! Now that I'm in charge, things are going to be different!"

She opened the door, ready to grab the nearest goblin she could find and make her ride around the village on her cock...and found that the bustling village had been deserted.

"What in the..."

Where had everyone gone? Popping back inside the hut to grab the biggest metal club she could find, she started wandering through the village, investigating what had happened. She looked at the footprints in the dirt and saw that they all seemed to be converging on a single point, and she followed that towards the edge of the village.

As she got closer, she started to hear the familiar sound of horny goblins begging, and as she turned the corner, she saw that all of the goblins had gathered in a circle, and right at there center, two goblins in his lap...

"You!"

There, sitting on a throne made of a surprisingly rigid Barbie—it seemed the golem had figured out how to make herself a bit less soft and yielding when it was called for—was Kyras. The goblins in his lap were nuzzling against his chest while three kneeling before him were content licking at his balls, leaving his slick giant cock in the open air. He gave a short wave over to her, "Yo! Looks like you took care of business."

The fog was rapidly clearing from her head, details she'd forgotten coming back into focus. There'd been a plan. Rather than fight head on, Shiki would drain the village chief till she was no longer a threat. At the same time, he'd take care of the goblins with his "usual methods". She couldn't fault it's effectiveness, but something was still not sitting right with her. She tightened her grip on the metal club, narrowed her eyes at him, "That spell you used to give me a cock, then make it drain her powers. What kind of magic was that?"

He laughed, tossing his head back, "Spell? Don't be ridiculous. There's no weird spell like that, and it certainly wouldn't be easy to create on it's own. A shikigami's power-draining abilities are some of the scariest among all demonkind. It wouldn't be easy to replicate."

"Wait...what do you mean...a shikigami's..." She rubbed at her forehead, trying to remember. Something that she'd been forgetting, not just today, but for a long time now.

"You know. A shikigami's cock. Even the females have them. Other than symbiotic relationships with their masters, it's their primary way of gaining power. Got to say I like the style of it. Fucking the power right out of your victim. Not bad so long as the target is a woman, in my book."

"But I don't have a..."

"That's right, Shiki. You don't." Kyras stood up from sitting on Barbie's back, began to approach her, "You're my familiar." He walked slowly, seeming to grow bigger and bigger with every step, "My short, ditzy, frustrated, feminine, weak..." Shiki dropped her club, started to cower, stepping back as her eyes locked on to the giant cock between his legs, "...helpless, stupid, worthless, cocksleeve of a familiar."

Shiki squatted down, covering her head with both hands, ready for a punishment...but instead, his hand came down and started to rub her head, "So good job taking care of that hobgoblin. But don't let it get to your head. And don't ever forget your place."

Her whole body relaxed, enjoying the headpat more than she wanted to, and she let out a sigh of relief, "...well of course. I'm a shikigami, aren't I? What else would you expect?"

She stood back up, looking up at her Master. Stupid summoner. Just because you're bigger than me and have me under contract, don't think you can just keep using me like this forever. One of these days I'll get you back for every mean word, every demeaning task, every single little slight you've made against me. And then you'll be sorry!

"Most impressive, Master." Barbie made herself known, speaking up from the ground, still on all fours, ready to continue her duties as furniture at any time, "You're ability to control and suppress wills is amazing. Perhaps you'll be able to steal from the Sorceress after all."

"Please. I'm not some rogue. I'm Kyras the Sorcerer. I'm here to conquer."

Sorcerer? Shiki tilted her head to the side. It was true that he was already an accomplished wizard in spite of his young age, but a sorcerer was said to be those loved by magic, overflowing with magical energy, able to cast spells as naturally as others breathed. There was no way that a stupid runt like him was—

"Ah. But let's keep that a secret. Even from yourselves." He said with a wink. The runic tattoos underneath Barbie and Shiki's navels both glowed at the same time, their eyes pulsed with the same light.

"What was that, Master?"

"Nothing you need to worry your empty head over. Come on. I'd like to meet this chief, head off to the third floor already."

"Of course, Master."

The trio made towards the center of the village, their goblin entourage of dozens in tow. On a normal day, he'd indulge himself in hedonistic glee in a village like this for...well, months. But he was aiming for the top, and nothing would stand in his way.

Chapter 8: Interlude with a Succubus

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"Wow~ So she really was a real shikigami after all. I didn't know that pipsqueak runt had it in her. Mmm...that makes it all the more impressive that he was able to bind her into his service."

At the top of the tower, inside the scrying room, the succubus familiar of the Sorceress continued to spy upon Kyras and his entourage, watching them on the shiny glowing surface of the water. As before, she was indecently dressed.

"That rune...I've never seen one quite like it before. What would it do to me? How would it feel?" She asked herself as she rubbed the skin of her mons pubis, imagining the rune glowing there, sapping away her free will, making her a pliable blank slate of a slave.

"Hot...so hot...maybe he won't need my help getting here after all."

She licked her lips, then stirred the water with her fingertips. The image shimmered and broke apart, replaced with a new, much darker location.

"But then again...giving where he's headed next, it's probably much too early to make that kind of prediction…"

Chapter 9: Home Away From Home

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Poffu couldn't stop rubbing at her new brand. The red tribal marking under her navel was hot on her skin, a little itchy, and weirdly sensitive. Rubbing at it didn't hurt, exactly. It felt...good. What didn't feel so good was how soft her stomach had become. Just yesterday she had possessed stone-hard abs an arrow would bounce off of. Now those muscles were gone, leaving her belly smooth, flat, and soft as pudding to the touch.

Her whole body had been transformed. She'd gone from a seven-foot tall amazon warrior hobgoblin to a three-foot tall shortstack...and now the difference had been split. If not for her pale green skin, sharp fangs, and pointed ears, she might have passed for just another human.

She now stood a hair below five feet tall—if she went on her tiptoes—and her body was slim and delicate rather than intimidating and powerful, with thin arms and plump thighs. The only thing that hadn't changed was her bust, but without her powerful and muscled frame, they looked oversized and massive, each orb bigger than her head.

None of her armor had fit, so she'd had to improvise, and with Kyras being the one judging her fashion, she'd ended up wearing a leather cord around her waist, a thin curtain dangling in front, her ass left completely bare, while another cord was over her chest, the curtain attempting to cover her breasts not even completely hiding her nipples. It was as good as being nude. Worse somehow.

"This makes no sense. If you are making me your slave, I am far more valuable in my original form." She complained as she led the party through the caves. Now that Kyras had finished indulging himself with the women, he had ordered the transformed Poffu to lead him to the entrance to the third floor.

"Yeah, but it's more fun watching your ass wiggle like this." Kyras replied from behind her, making her blush. He was the one who had decided that her outfit wouldn't have any covering for her backside, after all.

"At least you have bones." Barbie the silicone golem chimed in. Her semi-transparent body was completely naked as she brought up the rear. She was around the same size as Poffu, her breasts a little smaller, her hips a little wider, her hair a gooey mess.

"You two both have it good! You have no idea how inconvenient this body is!" Shiki raged, her arms folded under her breasts. Even though she'd been a powerful futanari ogre just yesterday, she was back to how she'd been when Poffu had first seen her: a tiny three-foot body with thick thighs, a big ass, and truly ridiculously big breasts that hung down to her navel. The one difference was that the powerful cock she'd been equipped with yesterday was nowhere to be found now.

Perhaps she had a point about getting off easy given what their new master could do to them. If Poffu and Barbie had the bodies of sex goddesses that would turn every head, then she was in the shape of a perverted sextoy, one designed to satisfy only the most perverted of deviants.

Compared to that, maybe Poffu really was lucky.

"All of you quit your complaining. You all look the way I want you to look for the moment, but I could always change my mind." Kyras reminded them.

Three feminine voices gave a whiny, "Yes, Master…." in unison.

The entrance to the third level of the Sorceress's Tower—though at this point it was easier to think of it as territories under her control than levels of a tower—wasn't too far of a trip. With Poffu pointing out the traps and hazards, they didn't have any difficulty making their way to what turned out to be a massive set of iron double doors, a heavy iron bar over the front.

"It looks sturdy." Kyras remarked.

"It has to be. There are horrors on the other side of the door." Poffu had never seen it opened before, but she'd heard stories from the tribal elder from the early days of when the pact with the Sorceress had been made.

"Horrors, is it? We'll just see about that. Go ahead and open the door."

"How? You expect this wisp of a body to be able to...nngh…" Even as she protested, Poffu's body had moved to obey—the brand made disobedience impossible for her—and to her surprise, as she gripped the heavy iron bar which must have weighed at least seven hundred or more pounds she felt strength surging in her arms, legs, and core. Slowly, the bar lifted up higher and higher, coming loose.

Poffu teetered with the bar in her arms for a long moment, managed to walk it to the side, and with a great heave, stood the bar up against the wall.

"Hahhh...hahh…" She braced herself against the door as she caught her breath.

"See? Not such a useless body after all." Kyras said as he reached down to mess up Poffu's hair. The hobgoblin slave made a little whine in the back of her throat; someone petting her head like that was humiliating and annoying...but it did feel good.

"But you can rest later. We're going inside. Shiki, you take the lead."

"Tch. Cowardly spineless yellow-bellied…" Shiki started muttering under her breath, quiet enough that Poffu believed that only her extra sharp hearing would pick it up.

"What was that?" Kyras asked. Maybe it was a little louder than she thought.

"Nothing, Master. Leading the way, Master!" Shiki said with a squeak, not wanting to bring any unneeded punishment her way. With a jump in her step, she led the party into the third level of the dungeon.

The third level resembled the first, with uniform stone bricks along the floor and walls, along with magically fueled torches along the walls lighting the way. The immediate difference that presented itself was the lack of a ceiling.

Looking up, the walls simply went higher and higher, further than even Shiki's darkvision could see. As well, the hallway gradually widened as they walked, the walls growing further and further apart, until the light from the torches on the wall was too weak to illuminate the distance in-between.

"Let's stick to the right wall for now." Kyras decided, and the party moved on, watching the left wall grow further and further away.

They continued in silence for a while.

"This place is giving me the creeps." Poffu whispered as they continued to make progress.

"Fear of the dark is a primitive biological impulse." Barbie replied.

"I'm not afeared...afraid!" Poffu prickled, stood up straight, "I'm just on my guard, is all. We don't know what we could expect from here and anything could haahhhAHHHH!!!!" She screamed out, then started whirling around, swinging her spear at the empty air, "Something touched me! Something licked my back! It's a ghost! It's an evil spirit! It's—!"

Before she could go any further, then was loud giggling as Shiki materialized back into existence, rolling on the floor, holding her belly as she laughed, "Your face...your stupid bimbo face…!" She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"It was pretty funny." Kyras remarked. Like many small demons, Shiki was capable of turning invisible, and even more commonly, loved annoying pranks. Given the half-formed fireball in Kyras's hand, he'd been caught off-guard as well. Which is probably why he then addressed Shiki with, "But you're wasting time. Pull another stunt like that and you'll be riding on me till the next floor."

That took the laughter right out of Shiki's throat. "Riding" with Kyras was one of his favorite punishments. Her body would be shrunken down even more than it already was, he'd fasten her to his waist with a belt made just for that purpose, and she'd have to bounce on his cock with every step he took.

"Mmm...yes, Master." She said, a little repentant, "But relax. This place is empty. It's obvious that two-bit Sorceress made a place too big for all her stuff. I bet you every floor between here and the top will be just as empty. Mortal wizards are always half-assed when it comes to anything other than what's right in front of them."

"Otherwise we'd have at least run into a trap or a hazard or...anything. There's nothing here and—"

"Quiet!" Poffu interrupted, "I hear something." She put her ear to the stone floor, holding her breath as she focused on senses, "Something strange. Wet footsteps. Something else. Bones beating on stones?"

"Skeletons and zombies." Kyras filled in the details, then looked at Shiki, "You were saying?"

"Pfft!" Shiki stuck out her tongue, "Those are the lowest tier of minions. Even goblins are a bigger threat. Even kobolds! I think this hardly even counts as a legitimate threat."

"We'll be fine."

Forty minutes later, all four were running for their lives, an army of the undead in hot pursuit.

Shiki had been right about skeletons and zombies being weak. Even without her full strength, Poffu had been surprised at how easy fighting them was. The skeletons were brittle and light, a single sweep of her heavy spear enough to splinter their bones and send them flying. Meanwhile, the zombies were slow, and all it took to stop them was one good stab into the brain.

The problem was just how many of them there were! Hundreds, maybe thousands—in all this darkness, it was hard to tell—of the things were rushing towards the party, and it was all she could do to halt their advance for the few seconds it took before Kyras sent a fireball sailing over her head, letting it detonate, sending bone and rotting flesh flying everywhere.

Poffu needed a bath very much after that.

But even that magic hadn't seemed to make even a serious dent in their numbers. Plenty of fighting and nine fireballs—three from Shiki—later and the undead horde seemed just as massive and unstoppable as at the start. No, it was worse, more coming in faster than they could kill them.

So now they were running. Poffu held Barbie in her arms, carrying her like a groom bringing his wife across the threshold, while Shiki was dangling from Kyras's arm, her short legs not fast enough to outrun the skeletons.

"Poffu, hold them off for thirty seconds!" Kyras said as he unleashed a bolt of lightning that lit up the seemingly endless dungeon as it tore through the undead, then started chanting a new spell she'd not heard before.

Poffu tossed Barbie to the floor in front of him (useless golem!) then did her best, swinging her spear—more of a quarterstaff now that the iron point had broken off from too much use—putting her back into every swing so that she wasn't just destroying whatever she hit, but sending their corpses flying with enough force to topple whatever they crashed into behind him. Her arms were burning, her breathing was coming out in gasps, and her heart felt like it would explode at any second.

"Get in!" Kyras screamed over the moans of the zombies.

She didn't have time to think about just what it was she was supposed to get into, she just pivoted on one foot and leapt towards the voice. She was a bit surprised to see Kyras standing in a lit doorway—the walls of this floor had been completely featureless so far—but she didn't question it, jumping through and slamming the door behind her.

Exhausted, her legs gave out, sending her falling down on her ass, sitting on a fine rug, one hand on her chest as she tried to recover.

"Tch. Making a mess." Kyras complained.

Looking down at herself, she noticed that she was covered in zombie bits. Old blood, rotting flesh...there was a grey looking ear plastered to her arm, "...sorry?"

"It's fine. I guess." Kyras seemed lukewarm about it. On the one hand she'd saved his life. But on the other, he liked that rug, "Just go and get cleaned up for now. Maids! Take her to the bath."

"Yes, Master!" A dozen voices shouted out in unison, little footsteps approaching.

Poffu turned around and saw that the party was surrounded by little maids. There were two imps, looking like more petite—though most any female would be more petite than overly busty familiar—versions of Shiki, two translucent googirls wearing latex uniforms, and two goblins from her own tribe.

"Trixie? What are...you doing here?" She asked, still trying to catch her breath.

"The Master gave Trixie a new job! Trixie gets to keep Master's home clean!"

His home…?

Poffu looked around, for the first time taking in just how large and opulent the room was, with its crystal chandelier and massive split staircase, the marble statues of naked women stuffed with cock, the absolutely trashy and tasteless but masterfully done paintings on the wall.

Seeing her confusion and an opportunity to show off, Kyras helpfully explained, "That damned Sorceress isn't the only one who knows a thing or two about planar magic. It's not much, but I've my own small demiplane that I call home."

His own...demiplane? Poffu's respect (and fear) of her new Master went up considerably.

"Come along now though, let's get you cleaned up for Master so he'll want to breed you. I bet you'd have the best babies!" With the surprising strength of a trained goblin warrior, Trixie and the other goblin lifted Poffu off the floor and carried her up the stairs. Exhausted as she was, Poffu let them, her eyes drifting closed.

She heard running water before she opened them, and when her eyes did open, she saw a magnificent bath with polished silver mirrors, a small waterfall that empties into a stone grate, and a bath that was wider across than the stream she was used to bathing in, steam rising off the top of it.

"...I could get used to this." She said aloud to Trixie as she enjoyed getting scrubbed down with soap and warm water.

It didn't take long for the healthy hobgoblin to recover her stamina soaking in the water. As she soaked, more of the goblins from the tribe joined her in the massive water, and soon there was a game going to see who could spend the most time underwater between her legs.

"Mmm...yes...I should have let myself be enslaved to a powerful wizard a long time ago." Poffu declared as she held a kicking Trixie's head under the water for just a little bit longer.

Chapter 10: Knock Knock

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"Bah! I should have killed that two-bit hedge wizard a long time ago!" Shiki fumed as she half-heartedly attempted to make herself comfortable in her "room": a broom closet underneath the stairs of the foyer, decorated with spare outfits—all of them obscene in one way or another—and the only furniture an (admittedly quite comfortable) doggie bed for her to curl up in.

"Just who does that brat think I am?" She punched the wall with her tiny fist, recoiling and sucking on the knuckle when the wall proved to be just as sturdy as it looked, "Mmmff…! Uuu...death is too good for him now. I'll make him regret ever messing with me. I'll turn him into a busty shortstack with tits so big they drag along the ground, lips so thick he can't even talk, and...and…"

She settled down into the doggie bed, laying on her back, squeezing her chest, fingering her dripping pussy. Revenge fantasies always got her going. In this one, she was a towering amazon giant and Kyras was nothing but a bimbo pipsqueak. It was fun!

But half an hour later, she ran into the same problem she always did when she got alone time; no matter how much she fingered herself, no matter how hot and bothered she became, it was never enough to push her over the edge.

"Gawd...I need a dick…" She whined, "But the only one in this fucking dimension is...no, no! Not this time, I'm not gonna…I can do this. Just need to go faster. Focus. Come on, Shiki. Concentrate on how good it'll feel to make him your slave!"

Fifteen minutes later, her pussy sore, the shikigami had given up and was trudging upstairs, towards the Master Bedroom. Every time this happened. She'd get herself worked up, her pride would shatter and melt like ice broken on an anvil then tossed into the forge, and then she'd end up begging her Master to fuck her.

And beg she would; it was the absolute worst when he turned her away, choosing to satisfy his own nigh-insatiable needs with a one of the imp house servants or a planar being he summoned just for the night.

Shiki opened the door and had a peek inside: Kyras was in bed, laying flat on his back, and he was covered in women. Riding his cock was one of the blue slime-girls from the first floor, slowly grinding her hips, his inhumanly big and powerful manhood visibly stirring up her liquid insides. Red-skinned imps were lovingly running their tongues up the soles of his feet. And two of those goblin sluts were keeping his face warm with their green titties.

From the looks of it, he was already in his slothful mode, letting the girls do all the work, rather than taking an active role in dominating and humiliating them. That didn't bode well for her chances. Still, she had to at least try.

"Um...Kyras?" She climbed on top of the bed, letting her naked breasts fall down as she went on her knees over his arm.

"Mmm? Oh, hey there, Shiki." He grabbed her by the pussy, pulled her closer, making her gasp, "You're feeling awfully wet. Everything okay?"

You know damn well it's not! I could list off the things that aren't okay for a week straight if I had the time!

"W-well...it's just that, ever since we entered the tower, it's been a while since, ah...you and me...we actually got to do it." Her eyes closed and her thighs twisted. His fingers were so much longer, thicker, stronger than hers, felt so good plunged deep inside of her. If he could just keep this up a few minutes longer…

"Mmmhm? Mmm…" As idly as he started, he stopped, instead resting his hands on the warm, pliable hips of the slime girl riding him, "Yeah. Suppose we haven't. But you know how it is. There's only one of me, and a fuckload of them." He gave the gooey thigh a sharp slap, "Speaking of which, move your ass faster, girl."

"Yes, Master!" The slimegirl breathily whimpered before speeding up, making wet slapping sounds each cycle of movement.

"On the bright side, looks like there weren't any hot new cunts on this floor for you to have to compete against, eh?" Kyras said as he pulled Shiki closer—by grabbing her nipple and tugging it painfully forward.

"Hahhh…" Her nipples were one of her many weaknesses, one of the worst, and her tongue lolled out as her mind whited out a little. She forced herself to concentrate at the task at hand, "...yeah. Lucky. Right...but I was thinking. Wouldn't it feel really good to fuck me right now?"

"Pass."

"I'll...please..? Shiki be good slut for you!" He loved the humiliating braindead bimbo talk.

"Pass."

"Shiki suck cock super hard! Please, fuck Shiki cunt, Shiki need it, Master! Master's cock just so good, Master is the best!" He loved ridiculous flattery too.

"Hmm...pass. Tell you what though, you keep doing a good job and maybe after this whole Sorceress business is over, I'll make some time for you. Till then, just...I dunno...try not to be such a horny little bitch?" He laughed at the thought, then gave out a yawn, "Now get out of here. Gonna let these cuties rock me to sleep."

Her anger flaring twice as hard as earlier, Shiki answered, "Yes, Master…" and crawled off the bed, towards the door, taking one last longing look at his cock spurting inside the slimegirl. It was like dying of thirst on the ocean…

"Fine! Whatever! I don't want your smelly dick anywhere near me anyways!" She stomped out of the master bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and kept stomping, focused just on putting as much distance between her and that vile man as possible.

Without thinking about it, she ended up back in the foyer. Normally when she was furious as the slothful, neglectful version of Kyras, she would storm out of the mansion and go and find some unsuspecting victims. Opening the door now though would just let in a flood of the undead. Bad idea.

She was stuck inside.

Shiki let out an overly dramatic huff, spun on her heel towards the kitchen, and took two steps before something sent a shiver down her spine.

Knock. Knock.

Since when did skeletons and zombies learn how to knock? Or if not that, just what was knocking? "Calm down, Shiki...you're not in a lame campy bard's tale. Just ignore it."

Doing her best to put the knocking out of her mind—and out of range of her ears—she continued on towards the kitchen. If she couldn't indulge her lust, gluttony would have to do.

Just a few honey-glazed sweet pastries coated in sugar ought to do it.

Twenty pounds of confectionary treats later, and Shiki's horniness had died down, replaced with the worst stomach ache she could remember. She was spread out on top of her doggie bed, rubbing her swollen belly, full of sugar for once instead of cum, "Ohhh...I regret it so much...but it was so good…"

Being a demon, she didn't have a need to actually consume mortal food, but sweet things had an addictive quality to them. Besides, with her demonic metabolism, even an overstuffed snack like that would be digested and converted into mana in just a few minutes. Now that she had something like a clear head, she could even speed up the process.

As she did just that, there was a knock on the door. Remembering the knocking outside the mansion, she felt another shiver down her spine before she reminded herself that nothing could get in. A dragon could exhaust itself trying to break down that sturdy door.

Moving over to the door, she opened it up to have a look at who was disturbing her, "What? This better be good."

She was greeted by a goblin just a little taller than her, her eyes glowing bright red, her mouth open and drooling. Her face was slack, as if she were knocked out and being held up only by a puppeteer's strings.

"Vould you please open the door?" The voice that came out of the goblin's had a thick, throaty accent unlike the faster, more brash accent she'd heard before. Shiki recognized it as being from hundreds of years ago, from a fallen kingdom.

In response, Shiki slammed the door to her room shut and dove towards her doggie bed, pulling it over to hide like a turtle in its shell, "What was that?! Go away!"

Instead of knocking again, the goblin started to pull at the door handle, rattling it louder and louder. Shiki gave out a squeak as she heard the lock break, then the door start to slowly slide open.

"Please...I just need you to open door." The goblin's movements were stiff, as if she wasn't really walking towards Shiki so much as being dragged along by an invisible giant hand, her feet barely touching the floor.

"Hiiiii…!" Shiki shot up straight, the doggie bed flipping behind her, then held out a flame-covered hand, "Stay back! One more step and I'll blow you into ash!"

"Oh, darling...nothing you kould do vill ever hurt me." The goblin said as her body jerked, then fell over onto the floor like a limp ragdoll.

"I is already dead." The same voice whispered behind Shiki's ear. As she breathed in for another scream, Shiki felt a chill like plunging into ice water, then passed out.

When her eyes opened, she was sitting on her ass, playing with her own breasts, "Oh, dear...how is you kan even move vith such heavy sis'ki?" She gave her nipples a pinch, and the normally intense stinging pleasure felt muted.

"Oh my...is sensitive too!" Shiki said. Wait, why had she said that?

"Oh vell. So long as kan open door, does niet matter if body is smeshnoy." Smeshnoy? Why was she insulting herself with words she didn't know?!

Shiki got to her feet and unsteadily walked out of her room, falling after only a few steps from the door, colliding with the cold, hard marble floor with her naked breasts, "Oof! Is harder to valk and balance vith zese zan I zought."

Picking herself took some work, as if she wasn't used to her own stubby arms and legs, but slowly, carefully, unsteadily, she made her way over towards the door.

Knock. Knock.

Still there was that unnerving knocking. She really didn't want to open the door...but she was going to open the door. Some part of Shiki's mind told her that she should be feeling terrified, maybe outraged, but instead all she could feel was excited anticipation. She wanted to open the door. Wanted to see what was waiting for her behind it.

She reached up onto her tiptoes and grabbed the heavy iron ring. She felt the tingle of magic running from the ring, through her fingertips, and all through her body. The warding spell recognized her as being one of the two (the other obviously being Kyras) that could open the door and the seals powered down. She pulled and strained with all of her might, and the door slowly swung open.

Much to her relief, there wasn't an army of skeletons and zombies waiting behind it ready to pour in and eat her brains. Instead, there was just a single woman.

She was tall and slender, a good half a head taller than Kyras. Her skin was pale white, contrasting sharply with the long, flowing red dress she wore. The dress had a plunging cleavage, a long necklace made of luminescent shining pearls resting in-between. The slash in the dress went far down her front, all the way past her navel, and it did much to show off her shapely, if small breasts; Shiki considered anything lower than a D-cup as small, though the woman's C-cup breasts would have looked perfect from most anyone else's perspective she admitted.

She had dark eyes framed by long, thick eyelashes, lips as crimson red as her dress, high cheekbones that gave her a regal aura, that of a queen.

"You did vell, my servant." She licked her lips, and Shiki noticed two very sharp looking fangs, "Now. Invite me in." Her accent was think and ancient as the goblins had been, but it had a more lilting, delicate quality to it.

"Yes, Mistress Isabella." Shiki felt a thrill at the praise, gladly obeyed, "Please come inside."

The woman's movements were liquid grace, as if she were floating just over the floor while at the same time moving her perfect hips with a hypnotic sway.

"Such plebeian taste." She remarked as her eyes wandered over the lewd decorations and artwork of the mansion, "A child gone mad vith little power he is. Truly not real threat to Sorceress, but to zink he vould make it this far. I knew that goblins and slimes vould not be enough of deterrent."

As she approached the stairs, Barbie came into view, two sharp looking daggers in her hands, as well as Poffu, gripping a long spear tightly. Barbie remarked dryly, "I would tell you to shut the door, Shiki, but it seems you are not yourself."

It was clear to Shiki she didn't even recognize the golem or hobgoblin, transformed as they had been. Shiki didn't think her Mistress would hesitate to strike them down even if she knew though.

"Is this really best this hedge vizard can manage?" Isabella sounded disappointed.

In reply, Poffu launched herself from the top of the stairs and plunged her spear right through Isabella, swinging up up off her feet as she landed, "Magic is overrated, intruder!"

Isabella grabbed the haft of the spear that was impaling her stomach. The wood groaned, cracked, then splintered as she broke it off, slowly floating back to her feet, "Is good attempt. But you must always aim for heart. Not that you vill ever have another chance."

Isabella touched her shining pearl necklace and two of the pearls went dim. A few seconds later and Poffu and Barbie had the same glowing red eyes and passive faces as the goblin Shiki had encountered earlier.

"Now, take me to your leader."

"Yes, Mistress Isabella." Shiki, Barbie, and Poffu all answered in unison.

Crap! Shiki thought, those two dumb sluts went and let themselves get ensorcelled by the Mistress. Ugh. Can't rely on them for anything. I guess it's up to me to stop her. As usual.

"And you. You did vell in opening the door. As reward, you may lick ground I tread upon."

Shiki flushed with pride as her pussy flooded. What an honor!

She got down on all fours and crawled after Isabella, leaving a shiny trail of her saliva along the floor as she licked over each beautiful step.

Weak-willed bitches. Kyras really needs to enslave some decent minions. Like me!

Chapter 11: Possession Obssession

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Kyras heard his door swing open, but he was too exhausted and sleepy to move his head to see who it was. He let out a yawn, idly scratched his belly, "If you're bringing in some food, take it back. Just about to have a nap."

He heard an unfamiliar giggle, "No, no, no, darling. You is food for me."

His sense for danger started tingling, so he made the effort to push himself up onto his elbows to see just who had come to disturb him. His eyes went wide as he saw the graceful beauty along with his trio of head slaves, all of them looking mindless and possessed with their slack faces and glowing red eyes..

"You're pretty cute. Skinny, but cute."

"Cute? I am the dark temptation. I am the beauty of death. I am lust incarnate. I am Isabella, Queen of All Vampires!" Kyras saw the pearl necklace was wearing shine for a few seconds, then noticed the imps, goblins, and slimegirls sharing his bed get the same red eyes that Shiki and the rest had. Working together, they each latched onto him, doing their best to hold him in place. Not that he was struggling.

"And you vill worship me as your goddess." She leaned forward and began to float over towards Kyras, hovering above him, her hands raised up to form sharp claws, her mouth opening wide to show the sharp fangs.

"Sure. But you really need bigger tits. No problem though." A single goblin wasn't enough to completely pin his arm down, and he managed to point it towards her, "Cowtitify."

A black and white bolt of arcane energy struck Isabella square in the chest, sending her flying backwards, more from the surprise rather than any force of impact the spell had. As she touched back down on the floor, she felt over her chest, expecting perhaps a burn or even a hole going through her—but even that sort of attack wouldn't stop an immortal vampire like herself.

Instead, she found nothing. The attack had done nothing.

"Pathetic. Your cantrip has failed, mooooeager hedge wizard." She slapped her hand over her mouth. What was that noise she had just made?

"Just give it a second." Kyras smirked. It'd been a while since he'd used this spell, one that he'd created himself.

Fearing he might follow up with another spell, she ordered the girls on the bed, "Shut his mooooOOOOuth!"

She clenched her teeth as she again made the low, peculiar moan, but the slimegirl on the bed followed orders, slapping her hand over his face, her liquid slipping past his lips and filling his mouth like plaster in a mold. Kyras tasted honey and bacon, but it was too chewy to swallow and too sticky to spit out. Being the genius that he was, he could cast plenty of spells by simply using their verbal components. But with his mouth fused shut, he was starting to get worried.

"That is better. Now before you can try anything else, I vill make you into my thrall and have you remoooOOOOve this...this...whatever it is!" Her regal composure was cracking just a bit. Her exotic accent being broken up by mooing like a cow was deflating her intimidating aura fast. Even so, Kyras still had a cold sweat as she flew towards him, aiming her fangs directly towards his exposed neck.

I should have spent more time in bed, Kyras gave what he imagined were his last thoughts.

Isabella bit into him...and with an explosion of light, was thrown off once more, violently this time, her body rolling on the floor as her body went limp.

"What...how…" Feeling weakened, her nerves on fire, she looked up at him with shock as she slowly picked herself up, "Only holy symbol of great...moooooo…. power could repel me so. How did you…?"

Taking advantage of the confusion, Kyras yanked his arm free of the goblin, then used it to pull the slime's limb out of his mouth, swallowing what liquid didn't go with it, "Misty Step!"

His possessed harem girls gasped as his body turned into smoke, before reappearing at the front of the room, "A holy symbol, you say? Hah! That's...that's too great!" Kyras laughed, a mix of a giggle and a cackle.

"Vhat is you laughing about?" Isabella whirled upon him, wanting to strike once more but wary. The wizard was proving more troublesome than she'd expected. She needed to identify his symbol, and she still didn't know what that spell was doing; was it really only making her moan, or was there more to it than that? She rubbed at her chest where she'd been struck. Her skin was feeling extra sensitive there.

"Well, I don't have what you'd think of as a traditional symbol in here. They're only as good as a believer's faith, and no way am I going to bend the knee to some god or goddess just to help out against vampires. Sleep. Power Down." First Shiki, Poffu, and the girls on his bed, then Barbie collapsed, eyes closing as his magic took effect. In truth, he barely had the energy for the low-level spells; if not for the brands he'd given each of the, he'd never be able to use that magic successfully on all of them.

The intruder didn't need to know that though.

"But here's the thing. If you want a holy symbol, you're looking at it. I am my own god!" Kyras boldly proclaimed as he stepped forwards, then stretched his arm out and grabbed at Isabella. He could tell from the disdainful, arrogant look in her eyes that she expected her vampiric speed, reflexes, and grace to make dodging child's play...and he savored the look of shock in her eyes when his hands made contact, pulling her towards him.

Isabella looked down and for the first time noticed what else the spell had done while she'd been distracted. Her breasts! Each had spilled out of her dress, swollen in size. His hand had grabbed onto a nipple with pink areola the size of his palm, and as he gave it a squeeze she let out a gasp as the stimulation sent her to her knees.

"Nice, nice. These are better than I hoped. Normally with tits like these, they're so big, gravity can't help but make them sag."

He grabbed her other nipple with his other hand and squeezed down on both, "MooOOOOO!!!" The noise erupted out of her.

"But I guess being as floaty as you are, you'll keep them perky even without a bra. That's great. Cowtitify!"

"MmmMMOOO!!!" The spell coursed through her body, making her feel warm, then hot...actually sweating for the first time since she'd been turned, centuries ago, "Nooo, stop...you can not...mooOOOO!!!...do zis to me!"

"Sorry. Too late to stop now. You got me hard." Kyras slapped his cock against her face, plastered it on top of her, her perfectly sculpted jawbone nuzzled against his balls. She felt another wave of weakness, like when she had tried to bite into him.

Different though. Before, she'd been thrown back. But contact with his cock was pushing down on her, making her feel pressure as if she were at the bottom of a lake.

"Come on. Didn't you want to suck me off?" He taunted her as he smeared juices on her cheek of the slavegirls he'd been enjoying before her, "Now's your chance. Just got to open wide."

She shut her mouth tight. As a vampire, she had a multitude of powerful abilities...but at the same time a great many vulnerabilities. Her unnatural nature made powerful symbols take on greater meaning for her, and that cock was one of the most powerful symbols of raw masculinity she'd ever seen. She knew instinctively that to swallow it would be the end, that he had a divine, profane virility about it. But she also knew that with it so close, looking so big and hard and powerful, she couldn't fight him. Not directly.

"Please...I vill do anything else...I will..mooooo...I vill use my breasts for you?" She pleaded. Kyras loved the look of desperation in her eyes.

"Well…" He didn't stop lightly slapping her face around with his shaft as he considered, "Maybe if you ask nicely."

For a moment, her face twisted into a snarl, but she quickly got it back under control. She took a deep breath—even if she no longer needed to breath, the action helped calm her—then smiled up as him as sweetly as she could, "Please, my Lord, may I use...mooooo...these large, soft, pliable, aching breasts you has given moooooOOO...given me to pleasure your manhood? May your humble servant have the honor of worshipping your...MOOOO...great rod with mine...mine titties? Please, my Lord...Give your vorthless servant purpose, let me milk your...your c-cock."

"Not bad for a first effort...but still not up to par with what I expect. Let's hope you do a better job pumping than you do begging."

The snarl returned, but she hid it faster this time, before it could fully twist her features, "...yes, my Lord. Thank you for giving this chance mooo." The moos were becoming more common. Kyras wondered if she'd end up being able to moo and nothing else as things progressed.

She wrapped her arms around her new bust, grown so massive she could now just barely get her arms around it, and squeezed her chest around his cock. The dominating pressure got worse as she covered the cock completely in her flesh, but anything would be better than swallowing.

She started to move her breasts using her whole upper body. It was clumsy at first as she slowly got used to her new chest, but slowly she was getting the hang of it. Undead strength made it easy for her to at least lift her chest up, but staying balanced when her breasts were so out of proportion was still a challenge.

As soon as she found her rhythm, the head of his large cock popping in and out of her cleavage, he upped the difficulty, "You're tits are nice and soft, but they're not really all that warm. Try licking the head too."

Kyras saw her purse her lips so hard he was surprised a fang didn't come loose, but a deep breath and she was calm, "Yes, moooo Lord."

It proved surprisingly difficult for her, and it took a bit of coaching from the wizard before she was satisfying him properly, "Don't just touch it with your tongue. Drag it across. Harder. Swirl it around. Just like that. Faster. Don't stop bouncing those tits because you've got to use your mouth too. Come on. Is your brain as rotten as those zombies outside?"

She could do nothing but grin and bear it. Placing her tongue against the head of his cock made her body feel numb, as if she were struck by lightning. The submissive symbolism of it was dangerous...but at the same time, the taste…!

Vampires fed on mortal essence, usually drawn from blood. Cum would work in a pinch, but it was diluted, tainted, a handful of peanuts at best rather than a meal.

But his tasted of power and strength, pure mana and energy. She licked the bead of precum that was forming at the head of his cock and she could feel herself warming up as she did when the spell had struck her. But this wasn't so fleeting, and the more she licked, the warmer her body became.

Kyras noticed this as well, "Not bad. You're really heating up. Maybe I won't just finish on your tits. Where would you like it? In your mouth?"

He grabbed her breast in his palm and gave it a hard, five-finger squeeze. She gasped as she felt hot milk gush into his palm and start trickling down her body. He saw her eyes go wide as she realized what was happening, the ways her body was changing to suit his pleasure.

He took his hand still wet with her milk and pulsed it against her cunt, finding it even hotter than her wet mouth, maybe even wetter, his fingers easily sliding in, "Or maybe here?"

She let out a whimper, then a moo, struggling to give the right answer. Anger, humiliation, lust, desperation, all played out across her face openly as she continued to bounce her tits up and down his cock, continued to lavish it with her tongue.

"Muh...moooo...my...my mooouth. Please...ohhhh...put it in my...hahhh…" Her hips were grinding, trying to get as much stimulation from his fingers as they could.

He pulled his fingers out, pushed them inside her mouth for her to lick clean. She submissively did so, her eyes closed tight.

"Spread your legs for me."

"Y-yes, moooo Lord."

"It's Master."

She whimpered, "Muh...mooooooo...Master."

Laying down on her back, her breasts flattened and spilled to her sides. Were she not able to fly, just getting back on her feet would be a challenge.

Kyras pulled her red dress up over her stomach, saw her hairless slit, "Some vampire queen. Your gash is so smooth, more like a vampire princess."

She couldn't reply, could only cover up her face with both hands. Even though just moments ago she was planning on enslaving him with her bite, she was now too shy to even look him in the eye.

Shy or not, she was lifting her hips off the ground, begging for his cock with her body language as a long strand of pussy drool started to stretch towards the floor.

It was so inviting there was no way he could turn it down.

He went down to his knees, rubbed the head of his cock against her slit for a few seconds before resting against it, then grabbed her pert, firm ass and shoved her towards him. She took every inch of him in that moment, could see the distension on her stomach, and her eyes rolled back while her tongue stuck out, her feeble mind overwhelmed.

Just one thrust and she was already broken.

The danger might have been over, but Kyras wasn't going to be satisfied with just that. He'd exhausted himself with the cutest girls of his harem but even still he wasn't sated. He leaned forward, balancing himself with a tight grip on both of her nipples, then started to pound into her, smash into her womb over and over.

"Ahhh...nooo...mooo...MOOOO!!!!" Soon all that she could do was moo, her mind less than that of even a dumb beast. Her legs wrapped around his hips as he kept thrusting, and milk sprayed out each time. He brought one nipple up to his mouth and bit down hard, eliciting a screaming moo as he drank straight from the tap.

Her milk was sweet, creamy...and surprisingly cold and refreshing, a side-effect no doubt of her undead nature.

"Delicious! Here, you try some too." He pulled on her tit, pushed the nipple into her own mouth, then squeezed, milk dribbling down her chin as she did her best to drink it all, "I"ll be having a glass of this with breakfast from now on, so be sure to make plenty, okay?"

"Mmmph…!" He couldn't tell what she was trying to say, but he took it as an agreement.

"That's my girl. Keep that attitude up...nnn...and I might just...fuck you...more often!" He said as he hit his breaking point. The shallow thrusts became slow and powerful, and his own hot, thick milk poured into her womb. Isabella screamed, her body convulsing from her own orgasm, and when he pulled out and used the rest of his cum to paint lines across her belly and chest, she could only lay there panting.

That made him chuckle. Vampires didn't need to breath, but it seemed his special cum was having an effect on her, making her more alive, more responsive to her base instincts. He wasn't going to complain.

"Mmff...now as much as I would just love to take a nap...should probably get her branded before she can recover." He had no idea how long that would be for a vampire—and given the way the only real movements she was making were some jerky twitches, he didn't think it'd be soon— and he wasn't planning on taking chances.

He gave a loud whistle, one meant to gather the staff, then shouted, "Hey! Someone bring me some silver chain!"

He strained his ears to listen...then remembered that he'd been having fun with all six maids he'd chosen when they'd been possessed, and his "bodyguards" were all possessed and unconscious as well.

"Son of a...Gotta do this all myself then. Typical."

Chapter 12: Ghost (nut)Busting

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When Shiki woke up, she could tell just from the feel of the chill, camp air on her skin that she was down in the basement. That was never a good sign.

"Vhat is so bad about basement?" She wondered aloud, her groggy and muddled mind not able to pull up the memories just yet as she continued waking up. She tried to rub at her eyes, found that her hands were locked into place. Trying to sit up revealed that her neck was too, and as she regained her wits, she saw the iron stockade she was locked into. The sturdy metal frame kept her bent at a 90 degree angle, while a thick, cushioned pole let her put some of her weight on her lower stomach...as well as keeping her asshole and pussy at the perfect height for violation.

Looking to her left and right, she saw that everyone was locked up in similar stockades aside from the slimegirls and Barbie. Including…

"Mistress!" Shiki cried out in alarm as she saw her Mistress had been subjected to the humiliating treatment too. Her face was bound up with a panel gag, one that Shiki knew from experience had a painfully large six-inch dildo inside of it currently shoved down Isabella's throat, but the vampire was so distracted by whatever was going on behind her that she didn't even pay Shiki any attention.

"Really? I was expecting a bit more loyalty from you at least." She heard Kyras behind her, felt a sting on her ass as she was hit by a riding crop, "I guess the soul magic is going to be less effective when there are two souls in the same body."

"Let me go! Let Mistress free! I vill kill you!" Shiki raged as she struggled to wiggle out of the iron frame. She knew from past experience that it was impossible, but she couldn't stop herself.

"I'll let my new cow out when she's good and ready. And I'm not letting you out, but you're free to leave on your own, ghost."

Ghost? What was he talking about?

"Honestly. What kind of a demon lets herself get possessed by a ghost?"

Shiki wasn't possessed! Wait...was she?

She ran a quick mental inventory. Her name was Shiki. She served her Mistress, Isabella the Vampire Queen. She lived inside the pearl of her Mistress's necklace. As a ghost, she had the ability to possess the living. Her name was Ioana.

Yep.

Definitely not possessed.

Waitaminute!

"Hey! Get out of my body you wispy cold-breathed slut!" Shiki raged, shaking in her bondage even more ferociously than before.

"There she is." Kyras gave her another whap with the riding crop, right on her thigh, "Now that you're up, you're gonna help me do a bit of exorcising."

"I vill never help you, balangiu!" Shiki growled, "What does that even mean? Hmm...oh. Hah! He kinda is!"

"Right…" Kyras circled around till he stood in front of Shiki, then placed down a wooden frame with a blank canvas.

As soon as Shiki laid eyes on it, she could feel her body being tugged on, pulling her towards the canvas. No. Not her body. The ghost that was possessing her.

"Lucky thing I was able to find a way to get rid of this infestation. I should probably enslave a cleric for a more permanent solution, but this one will have to do for now." Kyras said as he circled back behind Shiki, started to drum on her ass with his hands.

Shiki wiggled her hips, her body responding to his touch and craving more, "What's it do?"

He'd been waiting for the question, "It's a Haunted Painting! One that's currently unoccupied. A bit of necromancy designed to hold the souls of the undead. Got the idea from the necklace the cow was wearing."

"Wait, you just made this? Since when do you know necromancy?" Shiki said with a hint of concern.

"Since now. Relax though, it's basically a copy of the same enchantment that was on the vampire's necklace, and you know how good I am at Enchantments." Kyras said as he lined up the head of his cock with Shiki's slit.

"Those aren't the same kind of enchantment you dumb balangiu! Why you gotta test it on me first you...gkk…!" Shiki cut off as she felt his massive cock slide into her. It'd been so long since she'd felt it inside of her, she couldn't suck in another breath until he slid back out, just the fat head of his manhood still inside of her, "...on...on me?"

"Because you're the most durable, of course. This kind of dark magic is dangerous." Kyras thrust back in, forcing out a long, loud squeal from Shiki, "You want me to stop then?"

"D-don't you dare! Fuck me!" Shiki demanded, squeezing her pussy tightly around his cock, milking it. Maybe if she did a good job now he'd remember just how good a fucktoy she made and play with her more often.

"That's what I thought! Now just relax. Just need to give a good shock to your body, enough to shake out the extra soul you've got clinging to you." Kyras said as he leaned forward to grab the sturdy iron stockade, then began to smash his cock into Shiki.

Shiki could do that.

"Never! I vill never submit! I vill...ohhh...shut up, whore!" Shiki said, fighting for control over her own body as lightning strike after lightning strike of pure pleasure assaulted her brain each time Kyras bottomed out inside of her, "You think you can steal my body? You're gonna regret that your whole afterlife!"

She could feel the pull on herself growing stronger and stronger, saw that the painting itself was rattling on the floor as the magnetic pull it had on the ghost inside Shiki grew in power, "Harder! Fuck me harder, Master! I'm your stupid little cocksleeve, your dumb slut, your cuntslave! Break me with your cock!"

Shiki kept up her dirty talk, and she felt the cock carving up her insides swell up even more, get even harder, knocking the wind out of her with every thrust now, "Yes yesss yesss! Fuck! Yes! I'm cumming!"

Her pussy spasmed around Kyras' cock, and either it triggered his own orgasm, or he stopped holding back now that she'd started. Either way, she felt the gallon of cum pumping inside of her, filling her up...and felt the ghost being drawn out, her mouth and eyes lighting up as the ethereal spirit flowed out in a foggy mass of ectoplasm that gathered in the air before slowly spiralling into the painting on the floor.

When Shiki finally came down from her orgasmic high, Kyras was unlocking the stockade, letting her out. She rubbed at her wrists and neck. Cold iron was uncomfortable for all things supernatural, but effective. He'd needed it to make sure the ghosts hadn't escaped from their bodies, no doubt. She rubbed at her swollen belly too. It felt so nice to have it stretched out like that.

Together, she and Kyras took a look down at the painting.

"Huh. Is that what you were expecting?" Shiki asked.

"Not...really. But I'm not going to complain."

Where before there had been a blank canvas, there was now a realistic bust portrait of a woman with long, flowing black hair. She looked similar to Isabella, like a little sister, though it was hard to tell if they were actually related. She had long black hair that went down her back and bangs that covered her eyes, a cute delicate nose, and pale, pink lips. Deathly pale skin and breasts that looked like a healthy H-cup, so round and full they seemed to come right out of the painting.

No...not seemed. As Kyras picked up the portrait and held it up, the breasts naturally pointed towards the ground. They were hanging out of the portrait! Holding the frame with one hand, he gave them an experimental squeeze.

"And I thought Isabella was cold." He remarked.

"...you're going to fuck it, aren't you?" Shiki rolled her eyes.

"What?" Kyras almost looked offended, "Of course I'm going to fuck it!"

Shiki ground her teeth, resisted the urge to facepalm with both hands. He really would fuck absolutely anything just so long as it had a nice pair of tits.

"But that can wait. I'll need more of these to hold the rest of our guests. Keep an eye on them while I'm in the laboratory."

"Yes, Master." Shiki answered, stretching her arms up over her head. As Kyras went to make more portraits, she started to check in on the rest them, starting with Isabella.

The vampire was looking very worse for wear. Her breasts were huge, so big that even though she was bent over at a 90 degree angle with her legs straight, they still hung less than two feet over the ground. A wooden pail had been placed under each one and Shiki could see that they were each full of warm creamy milk.

Isabella herself had a dumb look on her face, her eyes watery and glassy, but the way her hips were wiggling against the bar, she was overcome by the pleasure. Taking a look at her backside, Shiki could see why, the enchanted dildo and plug stuffed into her were vibrating hard and fast enough to keep her too busy cumming to think.

"Some queen of the vampires you turned out to be." Shiki mused. When she'd been possessed, she'd had strong memories of the things that Isabella was capable of. Flight, supernatural speed and strength, transformation into gas or a bat, a hypnotic stare. It was her own fault for panicking just because Kyras was arrogant enough to turn his own cock into a faux holy symbol.

"If I had half the power you did, I'd have...I'd have…"

Isabella was defenseless, but she didn't have the slave brand Kyras had given the rest of them yet. Everyone else was still locked tightly into the iron frames, powerless to help. Opportunity was staring her in the face.

Shiki grinned, then climbed on top of Isabella, her own breasts pushed onto Isabella's back, and started to whisper into her ear. Her own mind control magic wasn't the most powerful, but with a captive audience and plenty of time, it would be more than effective enough.

"Listen up, cow. When Kyras gets back, we're going to have a surprise waiting for him…"

Chapter 13: Interlude with a Succubus #2

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At the top of the tower, the succubus smiled, "Ohhh...that sneaky little devil." She leaned in closer to the scrying pool, close enough for her breasts to dip into the water, and strained her ears to hear just what she was whispering, but she couldn't make it out.

"She really is treacherous. Not that I can blame her. I've been conspiring against my Mistress just as long. But I wonder if she'll really be able to. If so, then it really is time to step in and interfere directly. As hot as serving a fat-cocked wizard like that sounds, it wouldn't be half as fun if that insufferable shortstack was the one really calling the shots. I'll just—"

"Lilith!"

The startled succubus jumped straight up into the air, her tiny bat wings keeping her there as she turned around. The sorceress was in the doorway, "Yes, my Mistress?"

"I've had a long, frustrating day. You're going to soothe those frustrations. With your tongue."

Lilith gave one final glance to the scrying pool, dispelling it to hide the scene from the Sorceress, "Yes, my Mistress."

Cunnilingus? Again? Boring sex like that was the whole reason that she was conspiring to betray her in the first place.

As she headed towards the bedroom after the Sorceress, she gave a little smile to herself.

Whatever trouble Kyras got into while she wasn't looking, he was on his own.

Chapter 14: Schemin' Demons

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"Alright, you stupidly fat cow. Who do you serve?"

In truth, Isabella was far from fat. Even with her body toyed with by the wizard Kyras, the vampire had a lithe, slender, elegant form that oozed grace. Aside from her breasts.

Her breasts were massive, one of the few pairs that Shiki had ever seen that were bigger than her own. Of course, the vampire was twice as tall as the three-foot shikigami, so her proportions didn't look quite as ridiculous on her. Her breasts didn't very nearly obscure her navel, for instance.

More importantly though was the question at hand.

"I serve...you, Mistress." Isabella droned out, a little drool forming at the corner of her mouth.

"That's right. What about the Sorceress?"

"I feel...nothing…"

Making sure that her prior loyalty to the Sorceress that owned and controlled this massive "Tower"--the place seemed more like a twisted alternate dimension the more Shiki explored it--had taken the most effort. There were strong mental barriers in place, as well as what seemed a genuine fondness for the woman.

"What about Kyras?"

"Kyras will...suffer…"

On the other hand, convincing her to betray Kyras, the one who had transformed her into a vampire cow, who had melted her mind and pounded her body with his oversized cock...that had been easy, like dangling a rope down a well only for the person trapped inside to scramble up on their own.

Not that Shiki was surprised. Kyras was a terrible human being. A psychopath who cared for nothing and no one, only his own hedonistic pursuit of pleasure and power. He had a lot of pay for.

"And what are you going to do when he gets here?"

'

A soft smile crept up over Isabella's lips. Even under the deep trance that Shiki had placed her under, the excitement she felt at the prospect of revenge couldn't be suppressed, "Make him pay…"

Chapter 15: Looking a Gift Cow in the Eyes

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"Alright, who is ready for some exorcisms?!" Kyras came down into the dungeon with an armful of dangerous magical items.

When the vampire Isabella had infiltrated his pocket-dimension mansion, she'd brought along a small group of ghosts bound to her pearl necklace. The ghosts had possessed nearly all of his slaves inside the mansion, and now they needed new vessels to be trapped inside of. From the stack of lewd paintings Kyras had wasted his quest rewards on commissioning that he had in his arms, it was clear just what vessels he had in mind.

In addition to the paintings though, there was a wand and a long leather belt lined with glowing potions inside snug pouches.

"Took you long enough." Shiki was laying naked on the cold floor, her breasts flattened by gravity so that they spilled out onto the stone surface, "Watching these cows is boring. It's not like they can do anything when you've got them locked up and whammied like that."

Kyras unloaded his equipment onto an empty table, started to get it sorted, "You know what they say. Better safe than sorry. I needed to get my Wand of Dispelling out of storage to help push those ghosts out of everyone and into their new homes, make sure that there aren't any other surprises lurking inside anyone's minds or souls."

"Hmph! If you wanted to play it safe we'd never even have set foot inside this cursed Tower in the first place." Shiki complained.

"True. But they also say nothing ventured, nothing gained! And besides, I only had enough magic for a few charm spells on the titcow, and as powerful as she is, don't know how long those will last."

"Whatever. Look at her. You obviously went overboard like you always do and now her mind is even gooier than the slimegirls you picked up." Shiki hooked her thumb towards Isabella, "She's just been muttering over and over some nonsense about the secret of the Sorceress since you left."

"The what? Interesting. Maybe my new little bit has some dirty info on our foe and she's been so charmed that she just can't wait to divulge it for me." Kyras rubbed his hands together. There was nothing he loved more than getting dumb sluts to betray their superiors.

He went to one knee in front of the glassy-eyed Isabella, her full, pouty lips mouthing out whispered words, "Now...what are you saying…" He leaned in close to hear.

"...eyes...look...to…"

"What was that…? Speak up, you bimbo cow." Kyras urged her on.

Her lips bared her fangs and her eyes glowed, "Look into my eyes!"

Too late, Kyras realized his mistake. His eyes were locked on to hers and as he watched, they glowed with more and more red light, seemed to grow in size, filling his vision, shutting down his mind.

"...fuck."

Chapter 16: The Thrill of Victory

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"Hah! It worked! It actually worked!" Shiki jumped up into the air and pumped both arms, only to fall back to the floor when the upwards momentum sent her massive breasts slamming into her face, "Urgh...adding that...to the list of reasons he needs to suffer."

Shiki pulled herself back up to her feet, then walked over to survey the situation, the shortstack oni at eye-level with the vampire in the stockade and the kneeling Kyras even though she was standing straight up.

She saw the dumb, entranced look on Kyras's face, his eyes softly glowing as Isabella's magical energy shut off his brain.

"Nice job, slut." Shiki praised Isabella, giving her a condescending pat on the head. She went and retrieved Kyras's Wand of Dispelling, the wooden rod tingling unpleasantly in her fingers. She'd waited a long time for this moment, and her hands were getting sweaty and shaky just from the anticipation.

Praying to all the dark lords of hell that it would work, she pushed the tip of the wand to the slave brand tattoo just under her navel. She grit her teeth as the magic flared and burned. It felt like she was sticking an iron hot from the forge right onto her skin. Her legs gave out and she had to twist her body frantically to ensure she landed on her back, both hands still driving the wand against the brand.

She heard a sharp crack like the sound of an oak tree snapped by a giant. It was working! Her body covered in sweat, she kept up the pressure. Another crack. A pop. There was a fizzling sparky sound...then a loud hiss. Shiki saw a thin cloud of red smoke trailing upwards.

She let the wand clatter on the stone floor, then felt her tender skin where the brand had been, feeling just her smooth blue skin where before there had been that hot, metallic in texture mark. She was free!

Shiki picked herself up from the floor, "Now I'm gonna pay you back for every little slight, you…"

As quickly as she'd gotten up, she topped back down, landing on her soft, full bottom with her mouth opened with an O of surprise.

Now that the brand was gone, her memories were rushing back to her. All of them. Just how much Kyras had been keeping hidden from her was a lot to take in, but the one she found her mind going back, recalling more and more vividly, was the very first.

"You son of a bitch!"

Chapter 17: Obscene Origins

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Two years ago.

She'd be in hell. Literally, not figuratively. She loved her life in the underworld! As the oldest sibling, she was always bossing around her sisters, getting them to go out and do her bidding and satisfy all of her most idle whims.

The idle whim in need of satisfaction at the moment was a desire to drain her balls of cum directly into the womb of her sister Tiki, and so far the younger shikigami was doing an excellent job of it.

Not that she was putting much effort into it. Standing nearly seven feet tall, Shiki towered over her petite sibling. Her massive cock alone was bigger than Tiki's thigh, and it was easy enough for Shiki to grab her and hold her aloft with one hand around her waist, holding her steady in place as she thrust her hips deep, sending her cock so deep inside of her that Tiki's belly bulged out with every thrust.

"I'm...guh...gonna...huhh...be late...nngk…!" Tiki tried to complain, only able to get in a word or two when Shiki pulled back before she was thrusting back in, pushing up her demonic organs so much that her lungs didn't have enough room to suck in a breath.

"Fine, fine. I'll hurry it up. Don't say I never did anything nice for you!" With an evil malicious grin, Shiki slammed her sister one more time then unleashed her hot, sticky load, making the little demon swell up.

With a grunt, she made sure to push out every last drop, then tossed Tiki to the floor where the little shikigami bounced, rolled over and cradled her stretched out belly, "Ohhh...did you have to be so rough?"

"I can't help it. You're so cute! Even if you are so tiny up top." Shiki said with a grin as she teased Tiki's round, C-cup breasts, practically flat by the standards of the perverted demons of hell. Not nearly as impressive as Shiki's own full and heavy F-cup breasts, each one standing up proud and perky on her chest without a hint of sagging.

"Mmngh…just you wait, sis. I'm gonna get summoned and my new Master is gonna fill me up with so much power, you're gonna regret all of this." Tiki said as she picked herself up. She had finally turned six-hundred and sixty-six last week, which meant she was old enough to be summoned to the mortal plane.

It was an important milestone for shikigami. Parasitic demons, they promised great power to the arcane spellcasters that summoned them forth, but in return, they grew in power alongside them. They guided souls towards damnation while becoming all the more powerful.

Shiki had served two Masters and a Mistress in her life so far, and now all three were paying the price elsewhere in hell for selling their soul to a devil, while Shiki's own power had transformed her from a small and weak-looking demon like Tiki into the tall, powerfully-muscled, amazon demon she was now, the arcane energy and spellcasting expertise of an experienced wizard along with an evolved cock that could be used to even more directly drain the power and energy of anyone unlucky enough to be on the receiving end.

Not that Tiki had any to give.

"Sure thing, sis. You be careful up there. There's a lot of creeps." Shiki said as she collapsed back onto the couch.

"You'll see!" Tiki shouted as her body began to fade away. Tiki was already being summoned and would have been gone already if Shiki hadn't interrupted the ritual with an arcane lock to keep her there for just one more fuck.

"Have fun, sis!" Shiki just waved her goodbye.

Now that Tiki was gone and wouldn't be back for a while, she decided it was time to get back onto the mortal realm herself. With her power, she was a prime target for whatever soul was unlucky enough to summon her. Wiping off the arcane lock she'd applied to the back of her hand, it didn't take long before she felt a connection.

Someone was trying to summon a demon, and Shiki headed straight to the front of the line to make sure she was the one who answered. She felt her body start to fade away, converting itself down to pure mana and soul, and then she was plunging through the barrier between the Planes.

When she emerged on the other side, she found herself in a damp basement kept lit by candles. Her summoner was a young boy with messy red hair obscuring his eyes, wearing dark robes that obscured his obviously unimpressive body, "I might have been in a hurry to be summoned, but maybe I should have been a bit more discerning. How did a runt kid like you even bring me here?"

"Hey! I graduated from the College of Magic. I'm not just some runt kid." the runt kid objected.

"Don't bother trying to lie to a demon, boy."

His face blanched, shoulders sagged just a little, "Okay, fine, I was kicked out just before graduation."

"Mhm…?"

"Fine! The first year. First month. But when I was accepted into the school, they said I was a genius, a natural savant in the magical arts." He crossed his arms under his chest, expecting her to still be impressed.

Shiki crouched down and looked at the binding circle she was in, "Is this...table salt?"

"It is. I'm no fool, demon. You're trapped in there until you agree to my contract." He explained condescendingly, smirking at her.

"Ritual salt is purified in mana and then attuned to the natural vibrational frequency of this plane." Shiki sucked in a deep breath, then blew away the salt, scattering it across the floor, "Normal salt isn't going to even hold an imp."

"O-oh…" The young summoner took a step backward. She couldn't see his eyes past the messy hair, but she had a feeling they were open with shock and terror.

Grinning ear to ear, she stepped forward towards him, "Relax though. You lucked out. I'm the jackpot for demonic summons. I'll make you more powerful than you can imagine. I'm a shikigami."

"...don't shikigami send the souls of their masters to hell?" He wasn't convinced.

"Pffft. Nooo. That's just a rumor." A rumor that was absolutely true, "And you'd only ever have to worry about that if you die. If you're this young and you managed to summon me, you'll have some options to pick from when you're old and grey. You could reincarnate, transmogrify into an elf, hell even become a lich if you're feeling really ambitious."

"I wouldn't want to lose my dick though." It was a dealbreaker for him.

"Don't worry! Liches may look bony, but it's all boners under the robes."

The young summoner laughed nervously, but his shoulders straightened up and he looked her in the eyes, "Alright, fine. I'm in. I'm Kyras, by the way." He reached out to shake her hand.

"Great. You can call me Shiki. And us demons seal a deal a little bit differently." She put her big hand on top of his head and started pushing him down, lowering his gaze so he could see her massive erection, her loincloth pushed aside so that a cock bigger than his forearm was aimed right at him, "I'm just gonna need to fuck your throat raw for a bit. Don't worry, you'll love it."

"Hold on, the fuck? I'm not gonna suck your ow ow ow!" He stopped protesting as she gave a light squeeze to his head, "Fine! Just stop that!"

Shiki grinned. Novice arcane users were just too easy. She closed her eyes and just imagined it was Tiki that was the one who was going to be working her lips over her meat, and not some runt playing with forces he absolutely didn't understand, an idiot that had summoned one of the more powerful demons of hell, a fool that had—

"Ow!"

She felt his palm touch her taut, muscled abs underneath her navel, then felt a burning sensation. As a being that could bathe in lava, it was a new feeling, one that made her jump ten feet backward in surprise, "What was that?"

Now the summoner, Kyras, was grinning, "That, you dumb bimbo, is the reason I was kicked out of the wizard college. A forbidden magical rune that will compel your obedience to me. Now let's talk about how this is going to work."

"Hah!" Shiki barked out a short laugh, "So you've got a bit of a spine after all. But sorry to disappoint you, but Enchantment magic that works on mortals isn't going to work on demons. Our minds don't work the same way."

Kyras ignored her, "First off, you're way too tall. Demons are shapeshifters, right? So there's no reason you need to be that big. So shift your ass down maybe to about...here." He leveled his hand down to the height of his crotch.

"As if you...ngh...you…" Shiki felt a boiling sensation in her stomach, sweat beading all over her skin, and with a hiss of steam pouring out into a rising cloud from her ears, she felt herself shrinking, saw the floor rising up closer, the ceiling moving further away, and the damn smug summoner now looming up over her.

"Oh wow! Not bad. You're much more fun-sized like this." He said as he was the one now reaching down to condescendingly pat her head.

Big mistake. Shiki opened her mouth wide to reveal razor sharp teeth, went to bite his hand clean from his body at the wrist...and instead, gave his wrist a little kiss with her soft lips.

"Yeah, I perfected that brand with one of the professors helping me out, and making sure she couldn't kill me was one of the first things I had her help me figure out." Kyras explained, "And according to her, it's a dark magic that's both unlike anything she's ever seen before and irresistible to all things."

"Well, I'm not just another thing, you cunt of a fuckface!" Shiki growled, then focused her power. As a shikigami with four former masters, she'd accumulated decades of arcane magic that suffused every part of her body. Now, she was using that magic like a bludgeon, pouring it into the rune to try and break it apart like a rock hurled at a pane of stained glass.

The rune on her belly glowed and she felt it start to come apart. She grunted as she redoubled her efforts, all of her magic pushing against it. She could feel it. So close. Almost there…

"I didn't mention, did I? Attempts to remove it just end up making it stronger. Take a look."

Out of breath and her energy nearly dry, a gasping Shiki did look down. The rune hadn't been coming apart at all. It had been expanding! The coin-sized rune was now as wide as her palm and glowing with power, hot enough to burn her when she touched it.

"No, not possible, there's no way a kid like you could—"

"Yes, I know, I'm a genius. Unprecedentedly talented. A one in a millennia prodigy. Heard it all before. More importantly, our contract. Now I know that shikigami seal the deal a very particular way and that they're equipped to do so no matter what the gender of their new owner is." He rubbed his hands together gleefully, "But I don't think you're going to need that cock of yours for a while. So get rid of it."

Shiki's eyes went wide. A shikigami's cock was their source of pride, a symbol of their power. They used it to drain energy for whoever they bedded, and Shiki didn't go a day without using it at least five times to masturbate. Losing her height was one thing, but she grabbed onto her manhood with both hands and poured every ounce of willpower into disobeying, to not let her natural demonic shape-shifting follow his heinous command.

It was useless though. She could feel it being pulled back in towards her body, slipping away, smaller and smaller...until it was just a tiny, super sensitive nub of a clitoris.

"You...you bastard-fucker! You shit-eating ass-munching—"

"Language. You've a real sailor's mouth, you know? Be nice. Look on the bright side here. I've more raw potential power than anyone you've ever met. I'm sure of it. Me as your Master is the luckiest deal you've ever gotten. So hop up on the table and spread your legs."

Shiki growled, grinding her teeth as she obeyed. He did have a point. And if he really was her master, she only had to wait a hundred years or so until she had the satisfaction of watching him suffer all the worst tortures that hell had to offer.

That was only a small comfort as she climbed up onto the table--being so short she had to pull herself up onto it like a child was humiliating!--and spread her legs. Without her massive cocking hanging down between her thighs, she couldn't help but blush. She kept one hand over her plump, hairless vulva, not wanting his lecherous eyes to stare.

"Enjoy it while you can. One of these days I'm going to break this rune and then you're gonna suffer. You might think you're clever but you're just a youngling, a mortal fool who has no ideas the forces he is tampering with, a short-sighted—"

"Mmm...you're the right size, but something is missing. You're hot, don't get me wrong...but these days it takes more than that to get me excited. You should see the things I did to Professor Pawtter just to keep things interesting." Kyras said as he came closer, close enough to run the back of his fingers along the inside of her thigh, "Let's start simple. You could be...softer."

Again she could feel the rune glowing as her body shifted to obey his twisted preferences. Even in miniature, Shiki's body was built like a warrior's, with toned muscle, a well-defined back, and hard, six-pack abs. Her whole body felt feverish and hot as that changed. Muscle melted into nothing, every part of her becoming delicate and weak-looking.

She was still a demon and far stronger than she looked--shapeshifting was more about appearances than truth--but she now looked like she belonged in a brothel rather than a battlefield. Kyras wasn't done though, "Better, better. But you know what would look really fucking hot?"

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me," Shiki said dryly and derisively.

"Big...huge...heavy...fat...round...perky...soft...warm...giant tits!" Kyras said, the excitement bubbling in his voice.

"Jerk," Shiki used the harshest language she could with the restrictions he'd given on her speech, "What do you think these are?" Diminished as she was, her former massive F-cups were now closer to a C, but they looked bigger than ever on her new soft body, sticking out from her chest as they did.

"They're nice. Sure. Don't get me wrong." Kyras grabbed her breast and squeezed down hard, making Shiki gasp; the smaller form had left them twice as sensitive, "But they need to be bigger. These are just a handful."

Groaning, she could feel the warmth build up in her breasts as the saw the rune glow. Her body was changing again, her breasts slowly growing.

"Bigger…"

Another squeeze, and this time Kyras's hand wasn't big enough to hold Shiki's blue-skinned boob, flesh spilling out like soft dough.

"Bigger…"

They were nearly the size of her head now, each one staying perky as only a demon's flesh could. She could feel gravity pulling at them though, the sensation bizarre and uncomfortable.

"Bigger!"

Shiki looked down and she could no longer see the rune under her navel. Two massive breasts were obscuring her view, sticking out from her chest like boulders. Obscenely big. Ridiculously big. Stupidly big.

"There we go! Now you look perfectly fuckable."

"Pervert!" Shiki blushed hotly with the shame of his alterations to her body. Even succubi had more class than to twist themselves into this sort of lewd fantasy.

"The most perverted. Now, what's this though? Not going to move your hand? I won't be able to get to your pussy till I do." Kyras ran his fingertip at the sides of Shiki's puffy vulva, the demon still keeping her sex covered, too ashamed to let him see her small, weak-looking clitoris where once had been a proud cock.

"Never!"

"Suit yourself." Kyras opened up the front of his robes, revealing a cock that would have rivaled her own, approximately the size of his own forearm in both girth and length, "I guess you're a painslut."

"Torture me however you like, there's no way I'd ever willingly let you fu...ahhh...hey! Just what do you think you're doing?"

What Kyras was doing was pressing the large, bulbous head of his cock underneath her pussy, pushing it against her tight and exposed asshole, "Don't be shy. I should have pegged you for an anal slut from the start."

Shiki had heard rumors that some mortals were so perverted, so disgusting that they would use a whole designed for excretion for their own sexual pleasure, but she'd always believed it to be just that. A rumor. As a demon without the actual need for food or drink, hers was only a facsimile of the real thing the same way as the rest of her body. But even then, the idea that anyone could find the idea appealing, let alone sexy, was shocking to the demon, "You're kidding, right?"

"Ptua!" Kyras spit into his palm, rubbed his hands together, then slathered that saliva onto his cock, gave it another push to her virgin asshole, "On the count of three."

"Stop joking around." Shiki's voice cracked.

"One."

"Stop it, you're being gross."

"Two."

"F-fine! You can have my pussy. Here! Stick it in here!" Shiki's hand stopped covering up her slit, instead using two fingers spread open in a V-shape to peel it open and reveal the light-blue, shiny, glistening folds.

"And three!" Kyras grabbed her by the throat, then pushed her down, her back slamming against the table, pinning her firmly so that she couldn't squirm so that he had maximum leverage for what came next. She felt the head of his cock pushing into her, stretching her. Her body resisted, tightened, but the pressure was too overwhelming, and she let out a long groan as she felt his cock steady itself, then slide all the way inside.

"Nngh. You're tight." Kyras pulled back his hips, holding Shiki down firmly so that she wasn't dragged off the table with him, then thrust back inside after going half-way out.

"Too big! Too big! Take it out!" Shiki shouted, slamming her fists on the table as her body shook.

"What's that? You want me to fuck your pussy instead?" Kyras started going back and forth with slow, powerful thrusts.

"Yesss! Whatever! Just take it out!" Shiki's eyes were watering from the pain.

"For a devil, you're awfully vanilla." Kyras chuckled as he kept going, "But this feels pretty good. I dunno if your pussy could compete."

"Hahhhh! No, it will! I will! My pussy is tight! I'll milk your cock! I'll shake my ass! You'll love it, I promise, so please, just—"

Shiki was gasping for breath as she felt him pull out with a pop. Her demon body was built sturdy enough that he couldn't really hurt her like that...but the sheer strangeness and intensity of the stimulation had been too much.

"Alright, if you insist. But first, you're going to get it nice and clean." Kyras grabbed her by the ankle and spun her around on the table so that she was still on her back, her head hanging off the edge.

"Fine, I'll get a rag or gmmph…!!" Kyras forced his cock down her throat, saw her neck bulge out as he let the entire length penetrate her.

"Oh hell. This is great! You demons don't need to breathe either, right?" Kyras grabbed her throat with both hands and started pumping into her.

Her mouth sealed off completely, she had no way of explaining that demons did actually need air, that she was choking and suffocating on his cock. Of all the humiliations! Of all indignities! That a human would treat her like some kind of...some kind of sextoy!

"Horny little slut. You must really love this with how much of a mess you're making."

She shut her eyes tight. How could she love this? She'd never been so humiliated in her life! And he was the one making a mess, not…

It was then that Shiki realized that her fingers had been busy. Three were plunging in and out of a sopping wet pussy, while another was rubbing tight, hard circles around her sensitive clit. Underneath the humiliation but quickly bubbling up was arousal like nothing she'd ever felt before.

Kyras pulled out of her mouth, slapped her cheeks lightly with his slippery cock, "That should be clean enough. Now what?"

She let out a whine. It had to be the magic of the rune. There was no way she could actually be enjoying this, could there? She decided that that had to be the case. And if that was the case, then she wasn't responsible. It wasn't her fault. He was making her do this. So…

Shiki rolled over onto her stomach, not an easy feat with her new, huge breasts to deal with, and raised her ass up to him. Both hands cupped her thighs and her fingers opened up her dripping pussy, "Here! Fuck me! Stir me up with that monster cock! Give it to me! Make me your onahole!"

"Hah! What the hell is an onahole?" Kyras grinned, and rather than wait for an answer, he took her up on her offer, shoving his cock into her pussy with one powerful thrust.

Shiki clenched her teeth in a manic smile of her own as she felt the cock slam against the entrance to her womb. By the third thrust, she was already cumming, and there was another orgasm less than a minute after that. Her body would go limp only to tense every muscle all at once, her drooling tongue lolling out of her mouth as he bounced her body against his cock.

The best orgasm was when she felt his own, felt him pouring splash after splash of his hot cum into her womb, far more than enough to get her pregnant if she'd been human. It was pleasure like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her long life.

"Hnn. Not bad. You're a pretty decent fuck." Kyras pulled out, grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth towards his half-erect cock. Still in a blissed-out daze, she started licking it clean without thinking about it, "And with this, our contract is sealed. From now till the day I die, we'll be working together. I'm looking forward to it."

"Mmm-hmm…" Shiki moaned out her agreement.

Chapter 18: Revenge is Sweet

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Back in the present, Shiki rubbed her head. She'd forgotten so much about her past. How powerful she had been. How tall. Her cock! She'd known that the perverted wizard must have made some transformations to her body, but she'd never realized the changes had been so dramatic!

"You really put me through the ringer…" Shiki mused as more memories kept slowly revealing themselves to her. All the times he'd kept her under the table at the local taverns, not allowing her to have anything to eat but his cum. Using her as a distraction or a bait for monsters. Loaning her out for a silvers worth of a discount on alchemy supplies.

She licked her lips; it had been humiliating but hot as hell at the time, but now that she knew she was a natural-born dominant and not some sextoy built for his amusement, she saw things in a different light.

"Well...what goes around, comes around."

When Kyras opened his eyes, he was no longer in the dungeon, but back inside the master bedroom. When he looked down, he saw that he was no longer in his old body either. Or if he was, things had changed quite a lot since the last time he'd seen it.

The first thing he noticed was that his unkempt red hair that usually obscured his eyes was even longer and now tinted blonde.

The second thing he noticed was that there was a heavy pair of tits sticking out from his chest.

His eyes went wide and sharp then, scanning the rest of his body. Thin, dainty arms. Shapely legs. An hourglass waist. Twisting around he saw an ass that popped, sticking out. All covered in the same uniform he had the shortstack maids of the mansion wear, the outfit much too tiny to keep his...her new body covered.

But worst of all…

"It's gone!"

She had on nothing under the skirt, so it was easy to feel with her fingertips the smooth, hairless new pussy between her legs...as well as the disappearance of her cock, nothing but smooth skin in its place.

"That's right!"

Kyras noticed Shiki at the edge of the bed for the first time. If he'd not been the one who had transformed her into a shortstack though, he hardly would have recognized her now. Back then, she'd stood nearly seven feet tall. Now, she was easily clearing eight. While there was no question that her body was female, the muscles of her stomach, arms, thighs...each of them was defined and thick.

The nubs of her horns had grown long and sharp, like two long blades rising from her head. Her breasts were still large and round but seemed appropriate to her new giant form. Her red eyes were glowing bright and even though she was naked, smoky black energy was rising up and clinging to her body.

"What was it you'd always say? There's only enough room for one cock in your harem? Well, I couldn't agree more." Shiki sat up from the bed and approached Kyras, a fearsome new cock swinging between her legs.

It was big. Big enough to break a durable shikigami or silicone golem or the like. Big enough that Kyras was worried a human body couldn't survive it, "You...look nice. Have you been working out?"

"Thanks." Shiki raised her arm up and flexed, the well-defined muscle of her bicep curling up, "I hated every minute of being your familiar, but I'll say this. Your power is the real deal. I've grown more in these past two years than I did in all the time I was with my previous masters put together."

Kyras grinned sheepishly, taking a step backward as Shiki came closer, "No problem. No problem at all. Yep. We have a very mutually beneficial relationship. Not really any need to change our dynamic, is there?"

In response, Shiki grabbed Kyras by the throat, squeezed her windpipe shut, "I can think of a few changes we need."

"Hah…" Kyras could barely breathe, but her smile had the sinister quality it took on right before she brought a new girl low, "Same mistake...as last time…!"

Kyras reached out and grabbed Shiki's naked breast, gave it a squeeze, then applied the same enslaving rune she'd used the very first time they'd met.

Or at least, she tried to. Even though she was focusing her power, nothing was coming out. She tried slapping Shiki's breast again, tried squeezing it, but that just seemed to be making her more annoyed.

"Please. I've been with you these past two years." Shiki lifted Kyras up to her tiptoes, then put her fingers between her legs and began fingering her new pussy. Much to Kyras's surprise, her folds were wet and slippery, readily accepting the two fingers forced inside. But even if her body was wet, those fingers were thick and long, and the sensation of them pushing deep into her felt like an eye-popping pressure followed by a painfully hard jolt of pleasure, "I know your spells. I know your tricks. I know your secrets."

"Even your biggest one. The one you kept hidden even from me." Shiki walked Kyras backward on her tiptoes towards the wall, pinned her to it, then leaned in close to whisper into her ear, "You're not some genius prodigy. Hell, you're not even a wizard. You don't know the first thing about magic."

"You're a Sorcerer."

The first sound Kyras made when Shiki finally relaxed her grip around her throat was a lewd moan, her whole body melting into the stimulation of those fingers, more and more of her weight lowered against them as she went from growing used to the feeling to being addicted to it, "I...am?"

Kyras had only heard of one Sorcerer before, and they were in the process of climbing her tower. She hadn't realized it was more than a title, "So...what does...ahhhn...what does that mean?"

The fingers stopped pulsing inside her pussy as Shiki saw the lack of understanding on Kyras's pretty face, "You...you don't know, do you? Of all the...I can't believe I was ever under the thumb of an idiot like you."

"Heh. You looked like you were having fuaaaawoah!" Kyras was tossed towards the bed, landing on the mattress with the wind knocked out of her. She let out a groan as she rolled over onto her back.

"Mortals can learn magic through years of study and practice, but they are blind and weak, reciting formula to manipulate powers they don't understand. A Sorcerer though...you are a creature of magic itself. Power and control over it is as natural to your kind as breathing, makes your kind the most powerful of spellcasters. I would have realized it earlier if you'd not kept my memories and mind in such a fog."

Shiki grabbed Kyras by her ankles, spread her legs open wide, "That's just one of the things you really need to be punished for." Her half-erect cock was laid on top of Kyras, as long as her thigh and nearly as thick.

"There's no way that will fit…" Even so, she couldn't help but lick her lips at the idea of trying.

"Well, you'd better do your best." Shiki pulled back, let the large, bulbous head rest against Kyras's virgin pussy lips, "Because if you die, you won't believe all the horrors I've got waiting for you in hell!"

Shiki slammed her hips forward into Kyras, her restored cock splitting open Kyras's new virgin pussy. A normal human wouldn't have survived, but whether it was a benefit of her sorcerer biology or Shiki having made her new feminine body extra elastic, Kyras was able to stretch and accommodate the whole thing. Even if her belly did now have a clear outline of Shiki's cock pushed up over her navel.

"Nnnghhh…!!!" Even if she could take it physically, the pain from such a large insertion had her seeing stars, her face twisted up as her teeth clenched down. She was so full, she couldn't even breath.

Shiki didn't give her any time to recover. She pulled out and thrust again, laying on top of Kyras with her forearms against the mattress on either side, letting her massive, pliable breasts smother Kyras's face as she started making faster thrusts, pulling out only a few inches before pushing down so hard she bounced off the mattress.

The pain didn't exactly fade, but as the thrusting continued, Kyras could feel the pleasure rising up to block it out like the sun banishing the moon back into the night. In the three years since his powers had awakened, Kyras had lived a life of indulgence.

In the past, he'd fucked dozens of women of every size and shape. Humans, elves, halflings. Monsters like the goblins and googirl and golem. He'd enchanted his cock so that it was massive, strong as a club, extra sensitive, and capable of orgasms that would leave a girl soaked in his seed.

But nothing could have prepared him--now her--for just how good it felt to have her brains fucked out.

"Kah...cuh...cumming!" Kyras screamed out as her body shook, the orgasm hitting her whole body like a lightning bolt, her mind blanking out.

"Always knew you'd be a slut," Shiki said as she wrapped one massive hand around Kyras's throat and squeezed, cutting off her air. The feel of her powerful fingers against her skin and the dizziness of her body being cut off from precious oxygen only made the sorcerer grin all the harder though as the pleasure spiked to new levels.

"Don't pass out just yet." Shiki shook her shoulders, sending her heavy boobs swinging, slapping Kyras's head one way and then the other before covering her whole face up with one marshmallow soft orb, "You'd miss the best part."

Even if she'd wanted to pass out, when Kyras felt the shikigami's cock speeding up, thrusting deeper, then start to unleash a torrent of hot cum inside of her pussy, the white-hot pleasure was too much of a wake-up call. The kind that could leave a girl foaming at the mouth and completely broken.

Shiki finished up with a few more long, slow strokes, savoring her moment of complete triumph, "That's right. Take it all, you slut. You cunt. You bitch. You bastard! I'll make you pay for everything you did to me. Two years of frustration and I'm gonna hammer all of it into you with this cock! How does that sound?"

"Flaaagemiii…" Was Kyras's nonsense, mind-broken reply as she laid there covered in her own sweat, tears, and drool, her eyes rolling back up into her head.

"Heh. I'm going to enjoy this."

Chapter 19: For the Imp Who Has Everything

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"...why...why am I not enjoying this?"

Shiki was laying spreadeagle on the cum-soaked mattress. Laying on her belly, her face buried in Shiki's crotch, her tongue cleaning up the shikigami's cock for the umpteenth time was Kyras, the sorcerer's mind completely gone as the repeated poundings had left her starved for cock, her bubbly butt shaking and silently begging for it as Shiki watched.

"This was what I wanted, right? So why doesn't it feel…"

It had felt amazing. The catharsis of finally getting her revenge had given her a high like she'd never felt before, and the long-burning satisfaction was still in her belly even now. But the sex…

It was fun. It was hot. It was sexy. Shiki loved it.

...but not as much as she would have loved it if it was her being choked, if it was her belly swollen with cum, her ass shaking as it begged for more.

She might have freed herself from Kyras's mind control, but her body still remembered all too well just how good it had felt to be under his thumb.

"Urgh...this is the worst…" Shiki grabbed Kyras, lifted her up into the air, then pushed her down onto her futa cock in a cowgirl position, holding her hips down firmly so that not an inch could slip out.

Shiki's eyes glowed red. She was brimming with power, the power of a sorcerer, and Kyras's defenseless mind crumbled beneath it, her own eyes becoming glassy and dull even as Shiki made the sorcerer's boobs bounce as she pushed her up and down her cock.

"Listen up...you're not gonna remember any of this? No matter what! As far as you're concerned, none of this ever happened." Shiki couldn't believe she was really going to go through with this. She knew she was thinking with nothing but her drippy cunt right now but it didn't matter. She knew she'd regret it if she did go through with it too. She smiled as she imagined just how furious her future-self was going to be at this moment of her past self's stupidity.

"But before everything does go back to normal, there's one last thing…"

Chapter 20: The New Normal

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"Alright, time to exorcize you, fat-titted bitches!" Kyras came down into the dungeon with an armful of dangerous magical items.

Isabella and the rest of the household staff were right where they'd been left. To their entranced minds, the intervening time during Shiki's little excursion had been a blink of their unseeing eyes.

"Took you long enough." Shiki was laying naked on the cold floor, her breasts flattened by gravity so that they spilled out onto the stone surface, "Watching these sluts is so boring. It's not like they can do anything when you've got them locked up and tranced out like that."

Kyras unloaded his equipment onto an empty table, started to get it sorted, "You know what they say. Redundancy is the key to survival. I needed to get my Wand of Dispelling out of storage to help push those ghosts out of everyone and into their new homes, make sure that there aren't going to be any other surprises lurking inside anyone's minds or souls."

"Hmph! If you wanted to play it safe we'd never even have set foot inside this cursed Tower in the first place." Shiki complained.

"True. But they also say that there are some things that are worth the risk! And besides, I only had enough magic for a few charm spells on the titcow, and as powerful as she is, don't know how long those will last."

"Yeah...I guess you do have a point. If nothing else, this place is absolutely chock-full of hot women." Shiki begrudgingly agreed, "And don't worry about the vampire titcow. I saw her trying to resist, so I hit her with my own hypnoeyes and got her back under control."

"You did?" If Kyras didn't know it was impossible for Shiki to lie to him, not when she had that cute red slave brand under her navel, he might have doubted her, "Nice work. Maybe you deserve a reward after we finish processing our new slaves."

Shiki blushed at the compliment, "Whatever! I was just looking out for myself. And it's been too long since I got to dominate someone on my own sayso. But one of these days you're going to slip up and then I'll get back at you for everything you've done!"

It could have been Kyras's imagination, but there seemed to be just a bit less vitriol and hate in Shiki's voice as she told him of her plans for revenge this time.

"Sure, sure. That'll be the day." Kyras grinned. The shikigami had an iron will. Perhaps this meant she was finally breaking for good? He opened up his robes and let his cock free, the flaccid member swinging between his legs before slowly growing erect, "While I work on transferring the ghosts into the painting, you can keep yourself busy sucking on my balls. Maybe that'll teach you to watch your tongue around me."

The slave brand on Shiki glowed as it compelled her obedience and he saw her muscles tighten with arousal, "Fine. Yes...nnnh...yes, Master."

Kyras chuckled. He knew that she'd never admit to it, but he had a feeling that deep down, some part of Shiki really was a masochist.

Chapter 21: Interlude with a Succubus #3

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"Ohhh...interesting. Very interesting."

The succubus watching from her scrying pool ran her fingertip over the water, sending out obscuring ripples through the surface.

The show she'd gotten this time had been particularly enjoyable. The shikigami had proven herself to be even more of a frightening monster than she'd imagined. She'd been surprised at the turn of events, but she could hardly blame the fellow demon.

With an immortal lifespan and the nearly limitless freedom to do as they pleased, masochism seemed to become more and more natural as time went on. She could certainly sympathize with that.

"But still...that last post-hypnotic trigger she gave him. Very naughty." The succubus giggled as she conjured a large blue-skinned dildo, began to rub its tip over her soaked and dripping pussy, "It would be such a shame if anyone else were to ever discover it."

"Three floors down."

The succubus began to bounce on the dildo, her perfect memory recreating the scene she'd watched in the pool perfectly in her mind's eye.

"I can't wait till they get here!"

Chapter 22: A Gathering of Equals

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Even though every floor leader was subordinate to the Sorceress, few of them could trust the others. After all, if one was working for the Sorceress, that said all that needed to be said of their character. Villains and monsters, opportunists, and backstabbers. Showing vulnerability was a recipe for disaster at best, an untimely demise at worst.

So when a meeting was arranged via messengers between the leaders of floor seven, eight, and nine, it was decided to be upon neutral ground: The thirteenth floor.

There were many strange things about the Tower of the Sorceress. From the outside, it didn't seem exactly small, stretching up over a hundred feet into the air, cylindrical like a rook in chess, though it was topped with jagged spikes of stone rather than traditional battlements. But stepping inside would reveal just how deceptive that appearance could be.

First, the tower was much, much bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Stairs that could go on forever. Maze-like corridors riddled with traps. Great stretches of void you could get lost in without a guide.

Second, the tower wasn't just a tower. Every other level was instead a portal to a different location within the world, a feature that allowed the Sorceress to travel the world at her leisure, spreading her influence far and wide.

It was also made up only ten floors. There was no eleventh floor, no twelfth. In truth, there was no thirteenth floor either.

It was the nickname given to the Bull's Horn tavern in a small hamlet near the tower. With the privilege of being able to leave the tower of their own volition at the point of their choosing, that made it a convenient place to meet and share information for the leaders of the top floors.

Usually, the three-floor leaders would discuss their plans to overthrow the sorceress in a coup that would see them gaining everything she had. But tonight, there was something else to take care of.

Taalia entered the tavern and all the patrons inside took that as their cue to leave. Bowls of hot stew were left unfinished, dice and cards were left without finishing a hand, and the bard up on stage stopped his performance in the middle of the song, gulping and scurrying offstage. By now, all within the hamlet knew better than to hang around when she or her ilk came to visit.

It certainly wasn't because Taalia herself looked all that intimidating.

The scariest thing about her was her sharp eyes. Old eyes with glowing red irises, perpetually scowling at the world, as if she were a hair's breadth from attacking. Scary eyes.

But the rest of her was anything but. She was just under five feet tall and plump. Her stomach was flat enough, but her breasts were large and heavy, spilling out of a red leather top, the edge of her pink areola just peeking out. Her hips were wide, her ass was bouncy, and the only clothing she wore on her bottom half was a golden chain belt around her waist, a thin strip of cloth dangling between her legs, her modesty in the back only protected by a short, stubby tail with red scales that matched the hue of her wild red hair that fell down to the small of her back, often obscured one of her eyes.

The first time she'd come to the tavern, the men had tried to flirt with her. One even offered her coin to follow him upstairs.

After she incinerated that man with her dragonfire, reducing him to a pile of ashes without even the bone remaining, the flirting stopped.

Now everyone in this little hamlet knew to avoid the Sorceress's red dragon.

Taalia took her seat at the table near the fireplace just as a tavern wench with cleavage nearly as daring as her own delivered her a large tankard of chilled wine and a large cut of raw meat. She grunted at the girl and she scurried away.

"Now where are the other two…" She took a large bite out of the meat, growled. As the keeper of the 9th floor, she outranked the other two. Being kept waiting irritated her fast.

Lucky for the tavernkeeper, she wasn't kept waiting long. A circle of light appeared on the floor of the tavern, the sound of bells and trumpets playing a heavenly, divine melody filled the room, and slowly the form of an angel bathed in light ascended up from the circle, her eyes closed and her arms spread out.

Angelica was slender where Taalia was thick. More than a head taller than the dragon, everything about her was graceful and delicate, long fingers, modest breasts, shapely legs. Her blonde hair was as straight as the taut threads of a weaver's loom and was constantly sparkling like winking stars. She was dressed only in the light, but it was in some ways more modest than Taalia, for when most mortals could look at her only in the same way they could the midday sun, and only at the risk of blinding themselves.

As she took her seat opposite of Taalia, her eyes as ever remained closed, her face calm and serene, "Apologies for keeping you waiting. But there was urgent news that reached me just before I left."

"Important news? Then spill, and it'd better be good." Taalia ripped another chunk of meat off with her teeth and swallowed it whole for emphasis. And because she was hungry.

"Let's wait for Pyrie. I'd rather not tell the same story twice."

"Jokes on you, I'm already here!"

The voice came from the fireplace which flared up, more than doubling in size and roaring loudly. The flames danced and twisted, and as they moved, shapes began to form within the flame. The shapes became dark, charred bones, coming together until a fully formed skeleton covered in flames was stepping out of the fireplace.

The flaming skeleton took a seat on the solid metal chair that had been left just for it, put its elbows up on the scorched black marks on the table, "So what's the story, Angie?"

The flames on the skeleton started dying down, and as they did, started taking on a more solid shape. A flowing mane that danced behind the skeleton. Translucent flesh smoothed out. Curves filled out. Within seconds, the skeleton had taken on a distinctly feminine appearance with an attractive body made of living flame.

Angelica's eyes stayed closed, her hands resting in her lap, her face calm and smooth, "The Sixth floor has fallen to the invader."

"Fuck!" Taalia struck the table with her closed fist, splintering the wood, "Just who does this punk think he is?"

"Wowee zowee…" Pyrie stretched her arms up over her head and yawned, her naked meatbun-sized breasts puffing out, "Who would have thought that a so-called fairy queen wouldn't be able to hold the line on their own, huh?"

"Pyrie, this is serious." Angelica scolded with the same calm deadpan with which she'd delivered the news.

"Ngrrrr…This is just embarrassing! How could the Sorceress let one man make it this far? Why haven't we been allowed to crush him into a gooey mess?" Taalia snorted, red flames puffing from her flared nostrils.

"I have been in communication with Lilith…" Angelica said the name with some disdain; the angel had never liked or trusted the Sorceress's familiar and succubus, "…and she says that all is going according to plan. But whether this is all part of some mad gambit or she has finally succumbed to the madness from wielding such dark powers, we should unite and take down this threat together."

"Agreed. Just so long as I get to be the one to crush his skull beneath my feet." Taalia snarled.

"Yeah okay. He's comin' to my floor next, so I guess I wouldn't mind you two helping out if you really want to." Pyrie leaned back into her chair.

"Even united though, we should be on our guard. The limits of this man's power have not yet been tested, but what we do know is that he is crafty and intelligent. His schemes have been one step ahead of each of the floor leaders below us. Even now he might have a plan in the works."

"Oh puh-leez!" Pyrie giggled, "It's just one mortal human and an imp. How worried should we be?"

Chapter 23: Meanwhile, in a Tavern Far Away...

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Meanwhile….

The tavern wench who had delivered Taalia's food and drink was in the kitchen, holding her head in her hands as she leaned against the wall, "Too scary, too scary, too scary…! Ahhh, what was he thinking, sending me in alone on this?!"

The tavernkeeper chuckled, took a break from stirring up a hearty stew and stood behind her, "Come on, lass. No good to panic. Them ladies out there might be a troublesome bunch, but they never stick around for long, and we'll have the evenin' crowd when they're gone."

He reached under her short skirt to give her fat ass a hard squeeze, "Now get into gear and start up on these dishes like a good girl, eh?"

That was enough to get the tavern wench's attention and break her out of her panic. She slapped his hand away, whirled around to face him, "Hands off, you greasy slob!"

That should have been the end of it. But the tavernkeeper had been watching his newest hire move around in that too-small uniform all day, and then he'd seen an oversexed dragon and a literally perfect angel. His libido was charged up and he needed some relief.

"Now, now. Don't be like that." He grabbed the wench's cheeks and squeezed, smooshing her lips together, "I know just how bad you need this job."

He grabbed the top of her dress and pulled down, letting her large, cantaloupe-sized breasts fall out. Big as they were, they were still perky on her chest, with bright pink nipples, "So how about your worry less about where my hands are goin' and more about how you can keep me happy, yeah?"

The tavern wench slapped his hands away once more, using a surprising amount of strength this time, "By the devil, I'm going to curse you so bad once this is through. Flesh to Stone."

Magic surged in her belly and flew out through her fingertips, hitting the tavern keeper with a glittering splash. He had just enough time for a "Whuh—!" and then he was a solid stone statue wearing clothes, the dumb look frozen on his face.

"Ahhh…malicious magic on malleable mortals always calms me down." The tavern wench laughed as she fixed her dress. It was a wasted effort, because when she started shrinking and her breasts started swelling, there became no hope at all of her massive breasts being concealed. Her skin turned blue and two horns grew out from her hair, "Much better."

She found the nearest pail of water, gave it a stir with her fingertip, channeled her magic, "Kyras! Bad news, boss. I made it to their meeting spot just like we planned, but these three are way more trouble than we thought!"

There was no response for a few seconds, but then the water started bubbling and the voice of her young master came through, "Come on, how bad could it be?"

"That cursed firewood you got for the elemental? She burned through it like it was kindling!"

"It was kindling though."

"Yeah, well it didn't do diddly squat to her! And that poisoned wine that was supposed to knock out the dragon?"

"Oh, how did that go?"

Before Shiki could answer, there was a deep, shrill roar that shook the building on its foundations, "She didn't even notice! These guys are way out of my league, our league…! I think it's time we cut our losses and started a retreat."

There was a pause as Shiki looked at the wooden pail of water, her master thinking things over.

"Mmm…nah. Let's stick with the plan. We've come this far, we ought to go all the way. Not to mention that princess at the top. Come on."

"Ugh…they have an angel here. You know how much I hate angels!"

"That'll just make it all the more satisfying when she's sucking your cock then, right?"

"…point."

Shiki sighed. It was no use arguing with him when he set his mind on something.

"What should I do then? None of the tools we prepared have worked?"

"I'm on my way. Just stall them till I get there. Be sneaky and whatnot. I'm sure you'll think of something."

Stall them? As if that wouldn't be hard bordering on impossible.

"Yes, Master…just hurry your ass up!" She hissed, splashed the water, breaking the connection.

"Stall them, stall them…okay, let's see what I can do."

Chapter 24: All According to Plan

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"Why not? It's simple and easy and it'll definitely work." Pyrie's voice had a whine to it, the fire elemental pouting on lips made of flame.

"Because it wouldn't just kill the sorcerer, but incinerate all those who have fallen under his thrall. The losses are too great." Angelica patiently explained.

"More importantly, I said I was going to be the one to do it. Opening a portal to the elemental plane of lava would rob me of the fight." Taalia had her own priorities, "That's why I say we just bring all our forces to bear. The top floors versus the bottoms, it'll be glorious!"

"It would be a bloodbath. It's an even worse idea than Pyrie's. You would destroy all the forces of the Sorceress in a pointless war." Angelica's explanation was a little less patient this time, "We only have one choice. We must seal the entrance to the seventh floor. This will buy us the time we need to learn more of this Kyras and deal with him at the time of our choosing, not his."

"Coward." Taalia hissed.

"Yeah, easy for you to say, sealing it. There's no way my subjects would go for that." Pyrie didn't like that plan either.

The three of them had been going back and forth for half an hour now and were still no closer to an agreement. Shiki had watched them bicker from a crack in the kitchen door, praying to the darkest gods that they'd keep it up. If they continued on like squabbling children, maybe she wouldn't have to stall them at all.

The thought jinxed her, because right after that Taalia slammed her fists down onto the sturdy oak table, shattering it into splinters.

"Tch! Fine then! I don't need any of you! I'll do it on my own!"

The dragon shortstack got up from her chair and started heading towards the door.

If she left now, Kyras wouldn't have another chance of adding her into his harem without going through an entire army of dragons. Shiki did not relish that thought at all. But just how was she going to stop an ancient dragon queen?

"Oh hell…hopefully she'll kill me before the angel tries any of her purification." Shiki had a plan, but very little confidence in it.

As Taalia grabbed the door handle, Shiki burst out of the kitchen, still in her naked natural demon form, and pointed at the dragon, "Now, Pyrie, before she gets away! Remember the spiral, remember your Master!"

The three floor leaders froze. Pyrie and Angelica had their eyes glued to Shiki, and Taalia slowly turned around to face her. Shiki nearly peed herself when she saw that the dragon was grinning, her dainty hand transforming into a scaly talon with razor-sharp claws.

"Oh ho…so that's why you wouldn't join me. You've been trying to delay me and the angel. Keep us off-balance so your Master can swoop in. Of course. That's why he hadn't taken the seventh floor yet: he already had, just without you letting on." Taalia's eyes weren't focused on Shiki, but Pyrie.

The fire elemental jumped out of her chair, held her hands up, "Don't be stupid! I've never seen that imp before in my life. And if I was a sleeper agent, I'd be attacking right now. But I'm not, even though this imp just said I should."

"Very clever." Shiki cut in, "Yes, pretend it was all a ruse by me. That will make them let their guard down."

"It is a ruse by you though!" Pyrie said.

Shiki cackled, dry washed her hands with as much menace as she could muster on short notice, "Yes. Exactly."

Pyrie pinched the bridge of her nose, "Come on, girls. Who are you going to believe? Me or some lying imp with…wuh…with…wuhhh…"

Pyrie trailed off, and it was only then that Angelica dispelled the invisibility spell she'd woven as soon as Shiki had made her entrance. Her hands were on either side of Pyrie's head, glowing with a holy pink light, and that same pink light was filling Pyrie's eyes.

The fire elemental's body went as limp as it could while still standing, and Angelica smiled, "Why should we trust you, when we can rely on a greater Truth?"

"Greater…Truth…" Pyrie droned out the words slowly, "Yes…Mistress…"

Shiki bit her tongue, afraid she'd giggle if she didn't. Her plan was going better than expected, "Great work, you winged slut. Now let's take down the dragon."

"Wait…I thought the elemental was your pawn." Taalia still had her claws out, but now she didn't know who to use them on, "But it was you, Angie?"

"A bluff from the demon. Perhaps she's been bluffing from the beginning. Pyrie, dear…who are you loyal to?" Angelica stepped back from Pyrie as she waited for the answer.

"You…Mistress…"

Angelica rolled her eyes, "Well, yes…but who were you loyal to before that?"

"The Sorceress…" Pyrie said.

That was too far back. Angelica tried getting as specific as she could, "Well, we all were. But after you started plotting to betray the Sorceress and and became disloyal, but before you became loyal to me…was there anyone else you were loyal to?"

"No…I've always been…loyal to the sorceress…told her your plans…was going to betray…become the leader of the ninth floor…"

Angelica rubbed her perfect chin, "Well now…that is certainly interesting. So she was a traitor…but working for the Sorceress and not this wizard. I suppose we should have tried this sooner, shouldn't we have? But regardless, this proves that the imp has been lying from the beginning."

Taalia was wound up tight as a spring, wanted to slash and bite at something, "So…I should kill the imp?"

Shiki let out a squeak as she became the focus of attention again, scrambled towards the kitchen door, only for the dragon to intercept her with blinding speed, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her off the floor, "I wonder, what do you taste like, little demon?"

"Um…Charcoal…?" Shiki's reply was in a whisper as she could barely breath.

"No, don't kill her. She's an Outsider. You'll only send her back to her home plane. And there is much valuable information she holds.

"Tch! You're no fun." Taalia let Shiki drop to the floor, the shikigami landing on her ass with a bounce.

Shiki rubbed at her sore throat, took in deep lungfuls of air, then gave a thumbs up to Angelica, "Thanks for that. The dragon was even more of a bimbo than you said. You've got her so wrapped around your finger, I bet you won't even need to brainwash her like you did the elemental."

Taalia wasn't the smartest dragon. In spite of her hundreds of years of life, much of it was spent sleeping. Time not spent sleeping was spent fighting and fucking. She'd never learned to read because she'd never seen the point, and she'd never had a need to build relationships outside of those based on her overwhelming power and ability to force others to do what she told them to.

But even if she wasn't the brightest, she still didn't like being called out on it, "Bimbo? You bitch! Wait…if you told her…then you're the traitor after all! You were trying to trick me!"

"Don't be foolish. I told you, she was bluffing." Angelica said without bothering to hide her condescension.

"Right, but she…wait! She was bluffing about Pyrie being under control…and you were in on it!" As soon as she'd finished making the accusation, Taalia breath in deep, her chest swelling up, then breathed out with a giant blast of blue dragonfire.

Angelica responded with a barrier of golden light shaped into precise runes. Shiki backed up into a corner. Even from a distance, even with her immunity to normal flames, the heat from that fire was uncomfortably hot.

When the flames died down, Angelica dispelled the barrier, "I suppose reasoning with your primitive lizard brain really is out of the question. Very well. I dealt with Pyrie, I don't imagine you'll be any more difficult. So Taalia…calm down."

Angelica's hands started glowing with the same pink light she'd used to entrance Pyrie and she started to walk slowly towards Taalia, her hands moving in slow circles as if it were some ancient ritual dance.

"Calm…nnn…knew it! You really are the traitor! But big mistake, you…you chicken—" Taalia did her best to retort for that 'lizardbrain' remark, "…but if you think a flatchested bookworm like yourself has the cojones to enspell me, then you're the bimbo!"

Taalia's eyes started glowing, but the light was fiery red instead of peaceful pink, and the brittle clay plates in the tavern started to crack as a heavy pressure filled the room. Shiki felt herself being pushed against the wall, but also felt an overwhelming urge to kneel and submit. The dragon was the predator and she was the prey. No, she wasn't even prey. She was meat. The property of Taalia. Property didn't think. Property only served its owner. Property was…was…

Shiki bit down on her tongue hard enough to draw blood this time, the pain giving her the jolt she needed to shake off the control. She'd heard of a dragon's Aura of Command, but she'd never expected it to be this powerful. And that was only when she was caught in the crossfire. Looking over, she could see that Angelica was bearing the full brunt of the attack. She'd already fallen to her knees, and she seemed to be struggling not to submit further.

The two women were standing face to face now. With Angelica on her knees, the five foot tall dragon could look down upon her with her glowing red eyes, every bit of dominating pressure focusing in on the angel. Meanwhile, Angelica's glowing hands had reached out and grabbed Taalia by the horns; while the eyes continued to burn red, there were flicks of pink mixed in now and then, and they were slowly getting more frequent.

It was a tense battle of wills. Two forces of nature pushing against one another with everything they had. The slightest misstep could end it for either of them. Their entire focus was now on each other.

"Wow, I'm good." Shiki congratulated herself, "But they need just one more push…"

Shiki kept out of sight of the two dueling monstergirls. It wasn't that hard, what with them both being unable to take their eyes off of one another. Shiki watched the duel play out. Angelica had the skill, the experience, the intelligence, and the wisdom, and in a more fair world, she would have already won.

But Taalia was stubborn. She was resisting the angel's geas through sheer force of will, and it was Angelica that was sweating as her defenses were starting to crumble. That was just what Shiki had expected, and when the time was just right, when Angelica was about to break, she interrupted them.

"Quick, Angelica! Command Pyrie to hypnotize the dragon!"

If Angelica had been able to take a step back and consider, she would have seen the scheme that Shiki was up to. But with her mind already addled and cowed by Taalia's charismatic aura, she didn't have time to consider. Even if she couldn't trust the source of the suggestion, it sounded like a good idea.

"Pyrie! Hypnotize Taalia!"

"Yes…Mistress…"

What happened next came with perfect timing. Distracted by commanding the fire elemental, Angelica couldn't defend herself from Taalia's attack any longer. She sank to her knees, hands dropping to her sides, and she accepted her place as property. Property waited for orders from its owner.

At the same time, Taalia had to deal with the assault of the fire elemental. Pyrie's attack was lacking in flashiness. On her fingertip danced a single flame, no bigger than the one that would come from a small candle. But Shiki was quick to look away as she found herself being drawn into it. It was the elemental's Hypnotic Flame, and all of her magical power was being channeled through it. Exhausted from her duel with Angelica and caught by surprise, Taalia found herself drawn into it. Her body was relaxed, and her mouth was hanging open.

"You are…under my control…" Pyrie droned.

"Under…your control…" Taalia's normally brash and angry voice came out in a quiet, meek whisper.

Her task complete, Pyrie put away the flame, then stood in place, waiting for further orders from Angelica.

Dominated by draconic aura, Angelica kneeled upon the floor, waiting for further orders from Taalia.

Entranced by the flame, Taalia stood in place, waiting for further orders from Pyrie.

Shiki hopped up onto the tavern counter, took an abandoned tankard still more than half full of ale and drained it in five gulps, letting out a deeply satisfied sigh before she wiped her lips off with her forearm.

"Damn I'm good."

No sooner had she spoken then Kyras barged into the room, a wand out in one hand and a glowing potion in the other. When he saw the situation, his eyes went wide, "…what the hell happened here?"

Chapter 25: A Bit of Fun

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After a short explanation, Kyras let out a low whistle, "Nice work. I think a lot of that was no doubt luck, but seriously, I figured you'd either be poofed back to hell, tortured and begging for mercy, or some kind of cherubic shortstack by now."

"Oh ye of little faith." Shiki sneered, taking another drink from a stranger's abandoned tankard. Now that the hard part was over, she noticed her arm was trembling. The adrenaline boost she'd gotten was wearing off, and the pressure of just being in the same room as these powerful women waged war against each other was catching up with her, "You can handle it from here, Master?"

"Please. Who do you think I am?"

Kyras held out his hand, finger's spread, and Shiki leaned in towards him, let him pet her head and give it a good rubbing. She sighed with relaxation…and let herself fade away, discorporating into smoke. The smoke began to swirl, then drew itself around Kyras's hand, then his finger, solidifying into a black and purple metal ring. The close contact let Shiki slumber and absorb more of her Master's energy to speed along her recovery.

That taken care of, Kyras cracked his knuckles, then walked over towards the three blank, tranced women, "Let's get started then, shall we…?"

He started with Taalia. Her knew the Hypnotic Flame spell himself, and prior experience had taught him a little about the dragon psyche. Once he had her fully under his control, the other three would fall like dominoes. They would join his harem and he could proceed straight up to the final floor.

He planned on doing just that very soon…but not before he had a bit of fun.

"Agreed. Just so long as I get to be the one to crush his skull beneath my feet." Taalia snarled.

"Yeah okay. He's comin' to my floor next, so I guess I wouldn't mind you two helping out if you really want to." Pyrie leaned back into her chair.

"Even united though, we should be on our guard. The limits of this man's power have not yet been tested, but what we do know is that he is crafty and intelligent. His schemes have been one step ahead of each of the floor leaders below us. Even now he might have a plan in the works."

"Oh puh-leez!" Pyrie giggled, "It's just one mortal human and an imp. How worried should we be?"

Right on cue, Kyras slammed opened the door and strutted inside the tavern. He had a grin splitting his face, and he confidently folded his arms, "Oh, you should be very worried, you dumb sluts."

Brainwashing and controlling the three monstergirls had proven even easier than he'd imagined. Taalia and Angelica had weakened and depleted each other that they had very little ability left to resist with, and as the weakest of the trio, Pyrie hadn't stood much of a chance either.

With all three under his control, he'd been able to make them forget everything that had happened with Shiki and had them replay the events from before. But in addition to that, he'd left them a few suggestions.

"It's the human!" Taalia was the first to react, jumping out of her chair and over the table…only to stumble and trip over her own tail. She fell over, her momentum carrying her forward until she tumbled right into him, smacking him in the crotch with her big heavy tits. Her big, heavy, exposed tits, her corset snapping during her fall so that her chest was spilling out, "How in the…nnngh!"

Taalia jumped backwards, more wary of him. Had he used a spell without her noticing? She'd never made a mistake like that before in combat. She couldn't explain it.

The explanation was rather simple though. The first suggestion was that any attempts at violence they used at him were bound to fail spectacularly. No matter how powerful each of them were, none of them could hurt him. Taalia looked confused as she felt her blood boiling and the urge to rend him to bloody pieces or roast him into ashes but was unable to do either. Unable to understand what was happening, she just growled at him, punched her palm loudly.

"That'll be Master to you, soon enough. Come on then. Which of you bitches want to take a crack at me first?"

The second suggestion was that they'd each take turns trying to defeat him…and with the first suggestion, they were guaranteed to be absolutely terrible attempts. He'd left the details up to them, but each of them knew that once they made him cum, they'd be his slave forever, and each of them were working towards that subconsciously while their conscious minds would make their misguided attempts.

"Oh! Me me me! Come on, big boy. You don't look so tough." Pyrie took the initiative, and as she got close, he could feel the heat radiating off of her like a bonfire. She was sexy as hell…but also made of living fire. Not exactly the safest place to stick his dick into.

"Let's see how you handle this, you wet blanket!" Pyrie's head floated off of her shoulder like a paper lantern, giggling as she ascended. The rest of her body started to split up as well, the pseudo-flesh breaking apart to reveal the scorched black bones of her skeleton, every bone still on fire…and then forming a new flame flesh body around it, a dozen clones of Pyrie with various bones inside, each of them slightly less than half the size of the original.

"Get him!" Shouted the Pyrie with her skull.

"Get him!" The others echoed together, and they charged.

While she was doing that, Kyras had plenty of time to create and cast a flame resistance spell upon himself, so that he could give the first clone that got next to him a good, hard twist of her nipples.

"Ow ow ow!" The elemental cried out childishly, before poofing into smoke, forearm and hand bones clattering upon the floor.

"I'll avenge youuuuwait, hey, put me down!" Another clone cried out as Kyras lifted her up and took a seat, then began to paddle her bare bottom, "Ouchies…stop! You big meanie, I'm gonna tell—"

Poof, she was gone as well.

Even if Pyrie was the most powerful elemental in the Sorceress's army, with flames so hot she could melt stars, her clones were weak, being defeated one after another.

The mini Pyrie stomped her feet in frustation as the last of her clones were put out, her black bones scattered across the room, "That's it, time to get serious! I know one thing that'll work for sure!"

Pyrie closed her eyes and focused, her hot orange and red flames began to change into a soothing blue color. From what Kyras knew of fire, blue should have been even hotter, but when she leaned forward and ran her tongue along his neck, her body was hot like a freshly drawn bath rather than the inside of the oven, "I'm going to burn you out. Drain your balls till there is nothing left and you're begging for mercy."

"Oh…? That sounds like it might be fun, actually. Give it your best shot."

"You're gonna regret that!" Pyrie jumped Kyras, wrapped her legs around his waist. She was light, weighing only as much as some hollow bones, and felt as soft and real as any other girl. Blue flames or not, he could feel his robes burning away, and then he was feeling her hot, smooth flesh against his skin, her pussy tickling the head of his cock, "No man can handle my burning hot pussy!"

She let her hips drop, bounced it on his cock, and started twerking while he was holding on to her and Kyras had to admit it was by far the hottest pussy he'd fucked yet. A little loose, but he chalked that up to her being a creature of living flame wrapped around a charred by still visible skeleton. There were ways around a slightly loose pussy though.

Kyras backed up to a table and put her ass on the edge. That gave him the leverage he needed to grab her hips and move at his own pace. Deeper thrusts, and he could feel his cock swelling, stretching her out.

"Nnngh…how are you…how are you so big?!" Pyrie groaned as she looked down and could see the bulge of his cock pushing against her stomach every time he thrust into her. Her body of living flame squeezed around his cock, and pleasure was flooding through her shot straight to her core. Steam shot up in a cloud from between her legs, her juices vaporizing as she came.

That triggered the third suggestion: After being made to cum by Kyras, their bodies would transform. For monstergirls of such power, changing their form came naturally.

"Oh gods…no…feels…can't stop…can't stop cumming…!" Pyrie shouted, her whole body shaking. Taalia bit down on her lower lip, while Angelica gave a look of condescension; both women's cheeks were clearly flushed with arousal as they watched their co-conspirator being broken.

For Pyrie, the transformation started where her womb would have been if she'd had normal organic organs. A globe of white liquid formed, as if he was already cumming inside of her. This was even more viscous and thick than even Kyras's cum though. It was candle wax. It started spread over her black bones like new flesh. It went down her legs first, and as delicate, well-shaped feet came into form fully, the blue flames around them die out.

The wax took an extra long time to fill out a new, plush, round ass, more than twice the size of the one she had when made of living flame, but she kept her wasp thin waist. The wax flowed into her breasts and kept flowing. Kyras grabbed the flaming waxy tits in both his hands and squeezed, enjoying the novel feeling of her hot but not burning body. Her wax chest had more weight behind it than when she had been made of flame, but they still felt every bit as soft as a real woman's, maybe softer.

The wax stopped at her head, her flaming hair staying lit, completing her transformation into a candle girl. One that was still being stretched out by his cock.

"Please, stop…can't cum anymore…going to…going to lose my mind…!" Pyrie begged. With her new wax legs wrapped around his waist pulling him tighter for every thrust, it was hardly convincing.

"Just a bit more then. How's…this…!" Kyras stopped holding himself back and began to flood her with his cum. Her belly swelled up a bit, no longer so wasp-thin, and the thick cum oozed out as he pulled out of her wax pussy.

"I give up…I couldn't win…Master's cock…feels too good…"

That was the final suggestion: as soon as he came in (or on) them, they'd be forever enslaved, and thrilled about it.

"So good…cock…Master's cock…" Pyrie was dazed, exhausted by her orgasm and transformation, lying on the table and staring up at the ceiling. She'd need a few minutes to recover. Or maybe more.

"Nnngh…want to rip him apart…want to kill him…want to…" Taalia was still shaken from her first attempt, clenching and relaxing her claws, unable to understand her hesitation.

"I knew she couldn't be trusted." Angelica shook her head as she finally stood up from her seat, then strode forward with angelic grace. With Pyrie collapsed and Taalia confused, it was up to her, "This man is corrupt and evil. Tainted by demons. The only way to truly defeat him is to purify him with love."

Kyras took a seat, relaxing off his feet after the powerful orgasm, and he grinned as he saw the angel was getting ready to make her attempt, "By all means. Purify away."

"Be cleansed."

Angelica lit up like the sun itself, her blinding light covering everything in the room. Kyras had to shield his eyes from the harsh glare, and was left blinking blearily as it died down a few seconds later. That had seemed almost effective. Had she actually purified him?

He looked to the angel, saw that her attack had required her to radiate light from her entire body…and that her angelic white raiment was discarded on the floor, leaving her slender, graceful, perfect body fully exposed. Angelica had the flattest chest he'd ever seen, not even a pair of nipples topping the angel's chest. No belly button either. Even so, the divine perfection had enough appeal on its own that Kyras had the urge to bend her over and fuck her.

Still corrupted, he noted.

"The light of purification…? How…? No…I see you'll need even more drastic methods." Kyras watched in wry amusement as Angelica slowly approached him, then sank to her knees, leaned forward and began to nuzzle his cock with her cheek.

"Oh, I might like this."

Angelica ignored him as she started cleaning up his cock with her tongue, holding on to her sense of smug superiority, but she couldn't help but tremble as she swallowed it down, "This taste…this smell…such evil. It's so…so…"

"Fucking hot?" Kyras asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"…blasphemous. But I won't lose. Only I can defeat you. I'm the only one who can…who can…mmmph…" Before she could finish what she was saying, Angelica wrapped her lips around his cock and swallowed it into the back of her mouth. Her head started bobbing up and down, and her fingers were rubbing furiously as her own clit.

Her transformation was already started, spurred out by her own growing corruption. Her angelic white wings were being stained with black, and flowing, runic tattoos were forming on her flawless pale skin. As he rubbed her head, he could feel the nubs where her two horns were slowly starting to grow in.

"Come on. If you really want to suck the corruption out, you've got to get real deep in there." Kyras teased.

In spite of his tone, Angelica took his words to heart, gagging on his cock as she kept sucking him off.

"No, real deep. Here, let me help!" Kyras stood up from the chair, grabbed the back of her head, then began to skullfuck the angel, thrusting forward with the same fury he'd used on Pyrie. Angelica's eyes went wide and her divine ambrosia squirted out from her soaked pussy as she came.

The transformation was finishing as he continued to fuck her throat. Pale skin became dusky red. The horns came in long and curved, and they were perfect to grab on to as he continued having his way with her. He noted with some amusement that her chest which had been completely flat and missing its nipples was already started to swell up, gaining thick melons just like Pyrie had, though these stayed supernaturally perky and round, two tiny pink nipples forming with a pop, along with a cute little navel perched just above her new womb tattoo.

She was shrinking everywhere else though. Tall and graceful as she'd been, she looked more childish as she dropped under five feet tall, if only in comparison to the wide-hipped shortstacks like Pyrie and Shiki, her newly enlarged breasts looking even bigger on her petite frame. She was perfectly within Kyras's strike zone though as he let himself cum down her throat.

Angelica swallowed and gulped, but she couldn't keep up, his cock slipping out of her mouth and painting her sexy demon face white again with his cum. She fell back onto her ass, panting and gasping for air now that she could finally breathe again, then started scraping off and sucking down the cum with her fingers.

"Hahhh…not bad. A few billion more blowjobs like that and maybe you really will suck all the corruption out of me." Kyras laughed, giddy from his own post-orgasm.

"Whatever you wish, Master. I'm your dirty demon whore, here to serve you however you like." Angelica answered, staring up at him with hearts in her eyes. She'd completely fallen from grace, and even without a Contract she knew that act would bind her soul to him forever.

"That's right, bitch." Kyras turned to the final floor leader, the last of the Sorceress's generals, "Now there's just one more left."

Taalia licked her lips, "You really did a number on them. No wonder you've made it this far."

"What can I say? I'm the best there is at what I do." He toyed with the ring on his finger, twisting it back and forth, "And I had a bit of help along the way."

"You have potential. Earlier, your skill with weaving magic, seeing it and manipulating it, casting spells as if improvising them. I've only seen one other person who could do what you do."

"Well, I don't want to brag, but uh…wait." The wide grin on Kyras's face softened fell away as he realized that she shouldn't remember seeing him use magic at all. That she should still be confused about just what was going on. She shouldn't be looking that self-sure, not unless she'd somehow broken free of the suggestion to forget. And if she wasn't under that suggestion, that would mean that…

Before Kyras could finish that thought, a blast of flame big enough to engulf an ogre slammed into him. Taalia kept breathing out, her flame breath tearing through the front entrance of the tavern like a rock through a paper wall, scorching the earth black. Fires started up all through the tavern, the innkeeper fleeing for his life as the metal tankards and silverware within ten feet of the blast were starting to melt. A wax elemental and a fallen angel now tied to hell, Pyrie and Angelica were fine so long as they were hit directly, but when the flames died down, there wasn't a trace of the wizard named Kyras.

Chapter 26: Might Vs Magic Vs Mischief

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"It was almost too easy." Taalia smirked as she surveyed the damage, "But he was the perfect distraction. And with all the other generals subdued, I can finally have my revenge on the Sorceress. Goodbye, little wizzzzzzz—!!!"

The word got caught in her throat as lighting struck out of nowhere, electrifying and stunning the powerful dragon, singing her. She felt herself sway, but she stomped the ground hard to keep herself from falling over, whipping her head skyward, staring with a dragon's sight, mana focused…and spotting Kyras flying overhead.

"Come on then, we'll do this the old fashioned way!" He called out, letting loose another lightning bolt directly at her.

It was too fast to dodge, but she blocked it with her outstretched palm. This time she grit her teeth, roared through the pain, and abandoned her small, compact, busty body. Scales covered her flesh, claws came out, a wingspan twice what Angelica's had been, her tail came out like a whip. She was still feminine, roughly humanoid, but far more monster than girl as her mighty wings flapped and propelled her into the air like a rocket.

"That's more like it!" She screamed up at him, and even though she was determined to kill him, she was truly grateful to him for awakening her battle lust.

The battle raged high overhead in the sky. Taalia's techniques were brutal and to the point, flying straight towards the wizard and making lethal swipes with her claws, giant bites with her razer sharp teeth, whip-like swipes with her tail, and every time she recovered enough, great gouts of dragon's breath. Even though they were high overhead, the constant fiery attacks had turned the chilly fall weather in town into a blisteringly hot summer day.

Kyras mostly focused on just surviving. Teleporting. Flying. Invisibility. Illusionary clones. Conjured shields to block one attack before shattering, conjured nets to try and slow her down. He knew though that in a battle of attrition, Taalia was going to win. She had proven much more powerful than he'd imagined, on an entirely different level from any of the floor leaders he'd encountered.

He'd tried every Charm and Domination spell he knew, but none of them were working. It wasn't just the innate magical resistance of dragons either: her willpower seemingly had no end to its reserves. Every spell hit her and took effect, but she just kept resisting it.

"Shit, I'm fucking screwed!" He whispered to himself as he hung invisibly in the air. He was stalling for time, conjuring up a dozen illusionary clones, turning them all invisible, and scattering. Taalia was flying after one to the next, popping them like bubbles, but the complicated magic combo was draining his reserves fast. He needed a plan.

"Master!" He heard Shiki's voice, could feel her presence tingling from the ring, "She's really dumb! You can't fight her head on, but you can trick her!"

A brief replay of how Shiki had managed to temporarily subdue Taalia ran through his mind. She might have shaken off Pyrie's Hypnotic Flame, but it had still worked at the time. More importantly though, the dragon was already as simple-minded as most bimbos.

But how to take advantage of that? Taalia was absolutely enthralled by the battle. From what he understood from the impressions he'd gotten himself mixed with Shiki's, she was crazy about fighting and would do anything for an exciting one. And from the look on her face as she joyously hunted down his clones, he could tell she was having the time of her life, and she wouldn't give that up for anything.

…she wouldn't give that up for anything!

Kyras dismissed his illusions, dismissed his invisibility, even replaced the flight spell with feather fall and began slowly drifting back towards the ground. Taalia spotted him immediately and recklessly charged forward, diving like a bird of prey going in for the kill.

"I give up. I don't think even my ultimate spell would work on you, so I'm not even going to try." Kyras said calmly, trusting her superior draconic senses to hear him. He had a calm smile on his face as she came closer, even if his stomach was doing flips in anticipation as he made the gamble.

Taalia swooped, claws outstretched, swung them forward…but stopped right before making contact. She matched his pace as he descended back towards the ground, and her look of joyous battle lust was replaced with annoyance, "What do you mean you give up? And what's this about an ultimate spell?! If you had one of those you should have used it already!"

"Meh." Kyras shrugged, "Why bother? You'd just slice my throat open before I could get it off."

"Says you! Taalia the Reaper runs from nothing. I face everything head on! If you really want to cast your ultimate spell, I'll take it, beat it, and then I'll slice your throat open!" She ran her claw over her own throat for emphasis.

"Mmm…maybe…"

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" Taalia began backing away, tightening and relaxing her fingers as she got ready for the most impressive spell she'd seen yet.

"Mmm…nah, changed my mind." Kyras said as he finally touched down on the ground, landing on a grassy hill. He lowered himself down to the ground, laced his hands behind his head, and yawned, "Okay, you can go ahead and finish me off or whatever."

"Ughhh!!!" Taalia stomped over towards him, tearing around the grass and earth with every step, "Human! Stand up a fight! Die on your feet like a warrior!"

"I'd rather not!"

"You will or I'll kill you!"

"You're going to kill me either way."

"But I want to see this ultimate spell! You can't mention some kind of ultimate spell and then not show it!" Taalia's voice was high pitched and whining now.

"Fine. Jeez." Kyras sat up, "But only on one condition."

"Yes!!! But if you think I'll spare your life in this battle to the death, you're a fool." Taalia warned.

"No, not that. It's just…" Kyras trailed off.

"Spit it out, human!" Taalia lifted Kyras up by the collar of his half-burned robes, his feet high over the ground.

"Well…I've never seen a girl as hot as you. Ever since I came into that tavern, I've been dying to fuck you. That's why I was saving you for last. And now what with you killing me in a gruesome fight to the death and all, it's hard to be motivated." Kyras admitted.

"You've never seen…?" Even with the red scales, Kyras could tell she was blushing. Taalia sat him back down on the ground, and her body began to transform back to its human form, "Very well. Before I end you, I suppose just a little mating will be okay."

Kyras grinned. As powerful as the dragon was, she really was a bimbo. Now that he had her caught up in his pace, he couldn't help but push his luck, "Yeah? Well all right then! Get your face in the dirt, then show me that cunt of yours, bitch!"

Taalia snarled, "Excuse me?!"

"It's…it's how I do things. I can't get hard without a bit of dirty talk with a submissive, obedient girl." Kyras explained as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Taalia let out a low growl, but she'd already accepted his lewd proposal, and backing out over some mean words went against her draconic pride, "Fine."

She bent down to the ground, her cheek in the grass, then reached over and spread open her large asscheeks. Her pussy hairless and smooth, and he noted with delight that even if she'd ultimately resisted every charm and domination spell he'd thrown at her, she was dripping with arousal, "Get it over with then."

Kyras kneeled behind her, began to push his fingers inside her tight pussy, "Submissive, obedient, horny as fuck girls, remember?"

"Grrrr…hahh…" Her ill tempered face was hard to maintain when he started pushing two fingers in and out of her, and even though she was being coerced, there was genuine need and arousal when she said, "Go ahead and…nnngh…fuck your horny, submissive slut…sir…"

Kyras had been half-joking when he'd said that he need her to act submissive, but the sight of his adversary begging him to fuck her like that just minutes after trying to kill him really did do wonders. His cock was hard as diamonds and he wasted no time in shoving it deep inside of Taalia.

"Ohhh…!" Taalia grunted as he pierced her. It had been decades since she'd last had sex with a man, and none of her distant memories were anything like this. His cock was hard and thick, thrusting directly into her cervix to kiss her womb. The pressure was intense, and her body started shaking as the pressure became pleasure when he began to piston in and out of her.

"Fucking hell, never had a pussy this tight!" Kyras slapped Taalia's ass as he continued. Whatever his plan, he became too caught up in his own hedonistic pleasure to put anything into action.

"Not so…not so fast…damn you, human…slow down or…or…hahhh…!" Taalia's textured walls squeezed down even tighter around Kyras's cock.

Kyras ignored her, speeding up instead. Not just faster, but harder, deeper, his cock swelling up as it became infused with his arcane power. He had never met a monster so terrifying in battle as Taalia, an unstoppable force. But at the same time, she was a woman.

Kyras had never met a woman he couldn't break on his cock either, and he didn't think Taalia was any exception.

"Did I say you could cum?" Another slap on her ass, and in her vulnerable human form the pale flesh reddened, the blow stinging.

"I'm sorry…didn't mean to…wait…no, that's not…ahhh…!!" Another slap, right on the exact same spot, "I'm sorry! I won't do it again…no…I c-can't stop, not if you don't slow down and…hahhhh!"

Her body cried out in orgasm again, and still Kyras only kept going harder. Taalia thrust back against him, her grinding into him as long dormant base instincts to breed took over. She'd become a bitch in heat for him. And since he knew she could be distracted and taken by surprise, Kyras knew that this was his chance.

"Fast Friends. Charm Person. Charm Monster. Suggestion. Geas. Dominate Person. Dominate Monster. Chains of Binding. Infernal Contract. Hypnotic Flame. Spiral of Enslavement. Runes of Control. Collar of Submission." One after the other he began using every mind control spell he knew of. They sank right into her mind, one after the other. If she'd been on her feet, ready to fight, she could have resisted, kept them out like an invincible warrior guarding a narrow bridge from small children.

But with her body overwhelmed by pleasure, she didn't stand a chance. He could feel her will crumbling, could feel his control sinking its teeth into her mind. He was rewiring her, reshaping her. Runes of control formed on her breasts and under her navel. Cursed piercings on her nipples. An unbreakable collar around her neck.

"You're my slut. My whore. My slave. I'm your Master and your fucking God. You're going to worship me, dedicate yourself to pleasing me."

"Yes…Yes, Master! Your slave! Fuck me!" Taalia cried out with deep sincerity.

It was just what Kyras needed to hear to push him over the edge himself. He grabbed her hips, thrust down into the hilt, and flooded her womb with cum. Taalia's belly swelled up and the dragon screamed, her body having its own orgasm that was even more powerful than those that had come before. Kyras kept thrusting, kept cumming, until he finally pulled out and cum gushed out after him.

He went to his back, breathing hard. He was out of breath, his mana was exhausted, and even his balls felt a little tender after that performance. If Taalia was able to break free now, he had nothing left in the tank.

He stared up into the sky and just relaxed. Sated as he was, the idea of being afraid of anything was completely foreign to him. And when he felt the hot, extra long tongue of Taalia coiling around his cock to clean him up, he just smiled.

That was how it should be.

Chapter 27: Calm Before the Storm

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Kyras was back at the tavern. The front wall had been completely destroyed, but the place had somehow managed to not be burned down to the ground, and from what Shiki had told him, the roast, ale, and stew it had really been good, even if the bread could be a bit hard. A spicy meal and good drink was just what he needed to recharge, and he didn't have the energy to summon up his mansion where the rest of his harem was waiting.

In the meantime, Taalia, Pyrie, and Angelica would have to suffice. The candle elemental and fallen angel were on their knees underneath the table. Pyrie was practicing her deepthroat skill, her extra hot throat feeling great around his cock, while Angelica was polishing his balls with her tongue.

As for Taalia, she had earned the honor of feeding him. Not just his stomach, but his ego as well. The dragon was stripped completely naked, her breasts had become even bigger than her head, her once imperial and mature face rejuvenated to that of a baby-faced 18-year-old with thick eyelashes and pouty lips. As she fed him a slice of meat, she kept singing him praises, "You're so powerful, Master. I can't believe I didn't submit to you sooner. Being your slave feels so good. Please fuck me again, Master. Your horny, submissive, slutty bimbo just loves Master's cock. I'll do anything for you, Master. All women will. You're my God. Their God. All sluts will one day worship you just like me…"

And so on.

Shiki was perched on the table, legs folded, tilting up her sixth tankard of ale and gulping it down, "Pwahhhh…! That hits the spot…I like this place. The owner is a bit handsy, but damn if he doesn't stock the good stuff."

"It's not bad. A nice view." Kyras agreed as he rubbed Pyrie's head, enjoyed the novel sensation of her relatively cool blue flames that made up her hair, "Good job today. It might not have stuck on the lizardbrain—"

"—it's bigger than any I've ever seen, feels so good inside me, I want to kiss it and lick it and worship it and be fucked by it and—" Taalia was continuing to stroke his ego, her chatter fading into background noise as Kyras continued.

"—but it was more than enough to subdue these two sluts. Clever thinking on your part."

"You know it, boss. And you weren't too shabby yourself. Taking on a dragon head on, reducing her to your neediest cockslave. No way you could have done that before we started this quest. I can feel it through the link, but you've grown a lot over just a few days."

"Yeah? Awesome. And now all that's left is to beat the sorceress and 'save' the princess. Then we'll need to find some other adventure."

Shiki giggled, "We could just take it easy for a while after that. There are still girls from the first six floors you've not fucked yet, not to mention everyone these sluts have under their command."

"You make a compelling point. Let's just worry about it after I've bred this so-called Sorceress." Kyras laughed, but the idea was hot enough that he commanded Pyrie and Angelica to switch it up, start rubbing their breasts around his cock for a double titfuck while he pulled Taalia close for a rough kiss, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth while he used both hands to play with her breasts.

Tomorrow he'd go after the Sorceress. But for tonight, he already had girls to keep him company.

"Disgusting."

At the top of the tower, in the scrying room, the Sorceress spied upon Kyras, saw him taking advantage of her servants. When things dissolved into pure debauchery, she stirred up the waters of the scrying pool and looked away. Looked towards her oldest servant, her familiar the succubus Lilith.

Lilith's plot had been found out finally, and the Sorceress was most displeased. The succubus needed to be punished, and while she thought of something more appropriate, the Sorceress had summoned an eldritch tentacle monster from a plane of nightmares. Lilith was held aloft by the rubbery tentacles, her limbs spread wide, her body played with, her throat filled with a thick tentacle that kept pumping in and out, every part of her body being molested and groped and squeezed and touched.

Almost everything. A thin, rectangular paper seal had been placed between her legs, its magic preventing access to the tentacle monster, as well as making sure that no matter how much she was stimulated, Lilith was unable to orgasm. The Sorceress wondered if she'd ever remove that seal; maybe in a century or two after she'd forgiven her familiar.

"These minions have proven themselves worthless." The Sorceress said as she ran a nail along Lilith's cheek, the succubus whimpering with need, "Lucky that I have you then, telling me all that you've seen. A hypnotic trigger implanted by his own familiar. The careless fool deserves everything he's going to get."

Even with the cursed seal between her legs, that idea was so hot that Lilith very nearly came in spite of it.

Chapter 28: Waking Up to a Succubus and Dragon

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It had been three days since Kyras had defeated the last of the Sorceress's generals. Nabbing all three at the same time, he figured he was owed a bit of a reprieve from the whole dungeoncrawling adventure and had spent the last few days relaxing, getting in a routine.

That routine started in bed before he was even awake. Waking up the master of the harem was an important job, the responsibility of the pets he took with him to bed last night, and this morning, that meant Taalia the dragon and Angelica the succubus.

Taalia was a red dragon, though at the moment the only signs of her heritage were some cute blunted horns on top of her head, the glowing red eyes, and a stubby scaled tail protruding from the small of her back. The rest of her was all human, though few human women could hope to have such striking red hair or such a large, full chest on her petite, five foot form.

Angelica had been an angel until just a few days ago, but now that she had joined Kyras's harem she had completely fallen. She now sported black wings and her own black horns, and her graceful, slender body had shifted, curves filling out to give her a bust almost as impressive as Taalia's and some of the thickest thighs in the mansion.

"Rise and shine." Angelica whispered into the dragon's ear. They'd slept on either side of Kyras during the night, but now the succubus was out of bed and on Taalia's side, trying to wake her up without disturbing their master. As a former angel turned demon, she didn't need sleep, making her perfect for the role. Taalia on the other hand was a dragon; their sleeping habits made cats look industrious.

"Master…" Taalia mumbled in her sleep. She seemed to be having a pleasant dream from the way she squirming in her slumber, but Angelica wasn't about to let her skip out on work for that. She gave the dragon a sharp pinch on her asscheek.

"Ngh...who dares to—?!"

Before Taalia could go any further, Angelica slapped her hand over Taalia's mouth, "Shhh…"

As the bleariness of sleep faded, Taalia calmed down, blushed at her own error. She'd already woken Kyras up prematurely once, and she still hadn't forgiven herself for it.

Taalia crawled out of bed, stifling a yawn behind the back of her hand, "How much time before we need to wake the Master?"

"Three minutes. I shall take his shaft. You shall service his balls." Angelica responded.

"Wait, wait. I had an idea...something the Master would enjoy even more." Taalia said, "After last time, I've been thinking super hard about how to make it up to him."

Angelica was skeptical, but she had to admit the dragon had cunning. More importantly, she didn't have time to argue or else both of them would fail, "Very well, I'm listening."

Taalia explained her plan, and Angelica had to admit that the Master would no doubt enjoy it, perhaps even more than the usual double blowjob.

"Let's begin."

The girls positioned themselves on either side of Kyras, then slowly stretched their legs over his body, then brought their pussies together, tribbing together...with Kyras's large cock caught right in the middle.

Both of them were already wet, but the contact made it even more intense, the usually reserved Angelica having to cover her mouth to stop the moan from coming out. Slowly, slowly, they moved up and down. For mortal women, the position would have been precarious and exhausting, but they were two of the most powerful women in the world, and a bit of sexual flexibility was well within their capabilities; besides, they could fly.

"Oh god...Master's cock... feels so good...how does it still feel so good?" Taalia whispered as she sped up.

Angelica had to match her rhythm, but secretly she didn't mind that at all. She agreed entirely with Taalia. Every time Kyras fucked her felt better than the last, and just grinding against it like this was making her into a needy slut.

Kyras woke up to the novel sensation and grinned, "Good morning, girls. Whose idea was this?"

"Good morning, Master!" Now that he was awake, both girls greeted him at the same time.

"Me, it was me! Does it feel good?" Taalia asked. Even if Kyras had completely forgotten about the incident from last morning, it was weighing heavily on her soul and she was praying for redemption.

"Feels fucking awesome. But now that I'm up, how about you go a bit faster?" Kyras said.

"Yes, Master!"

Both girls sped up, scissoring with each other, riding his cock together, more and more of their juices leaking, their moans escaping and filling the room completely now, till Kyras let himself go over that edge and cum.

His cock pointing straight up as it was, the ejaculate fired off like a fountain. Taalia sprung into action, flying up over the bed and letting every drop hit her, splashing into her chest. A bit of localized gravity magic and she became like a magnet for his cum, allowing her to catch his full load without danger of even of a drop falling back to land on her Master.

Angelica meanwhile did her duty. With Taalia out of her way, she wrapped her thick thighs completely around Kyras's cock and milked out every drop, enjoying the raw pleasure of his hard meat rubbed up so roughly against her.

The girls finished together in the air, Taalia licking between Angelica's legs, Angelica sucking on Taalia's chest, cleaning up every drop of cum for their shared breakfast.

"Now that's how to start a day. Good girls. Both of you, cum." Kyras gave the command as he rolled out of bed, and their bodies obeyed, both of them crying out as they tumbled back onto the bed, their bodies tensing up. He'd teased them both mercilessly last night. The only time any of his girls were allowed to cum without his permission was when he was fucking one of them—he realized it was impossible even for his brainwashed women to not cum under the assault of his massive cock—or when he gave the command, and they'd been looking forward to that command all night.

Kyras left the two to enjoy the afterglow and went on about his day, heading towards the small gym he'd set up to stay in top shape.

Chapter 29: Working Out With a Golem and Hobgoblin

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The gym was a bit anachronistic compared to the rest of the mansion, more reminiscent of Kyras's original world than the more primitive and fantastic one he'd found himself on. The walls and ceiling were all mirrors, and the training equipment wasn't anything he'd seen in the various guild halls he'd been to in his travels.

He didn't have the engineering knowhow to make any of the complicated machines, but he did have some standard dumbbells and a bench press, a half dozen kettlebells, and a few other items. He knew that in this world, his best bet was relying on his magic over any brawn, but it was still a good idea to stay in shape, if only so he could have the stamina to last in bed when he wanted to.

"Good morning, Master!" His two trainers greeted him in unison.

Barbie was the first of the floor generals that he'd captured. A golem with a thin, petite, almost featureless body, she had created a symbiotic relationship with a pair of slimegirls, linking their magical biologies together and giving her a body of soft, wet curves, especially on her extra large chest, each nearly the size of a medicine, each one containing the core of a different slime girl.

Poffu was the hobgoblin he'd encountered on the second floor. She had been a tall amazon warrior with plenty of hard muscle and a dangerously powerful cock, and while he had initially transformed her into a tiny, soft shortstack, he'd eventually compromised with her newest form. She was still shorter than before, standing at only five feet, but she had some lean muscle on her frame, looking like a professional gymnast...if not for the fact that he'd had her keep the large, cantaloupe-sized breasts.

With her natural athleticism and Barbie's limitless stamina, the pair made perfect trainers. Both were dressed in match black leotards, the fabric shiny and sparse, so much material missing from the sides that it was showing sideboob, and from the back it wedged into their asses completely like a thong.

"Morning, girls. What's today's workout?" Kyras said as he greeted them with a good rubbing between their legs.

"Mmmnf…" Poffu bit down on her lip and moaned. Both girls were extra sensitive and were looking forward to this part of the day most of all.

"Today we will start with a quick warmup to get your blood flowing, then move on to one hundred reps of the Butterfly, followed by another three hundred of the Seesaw, Master." Poffu's juices were leaking past her leotard too, but no matter how much pleasure she was feeling, the golem was always able to speak clearly.

"Dunno what either of those are, but that sounds good. Let's get started!"

"Yes, Master!" Both girls said in unison, then turned around and squeezes his cock between their naked hips. Kyras had thought about how to warm up, and spanking his girls till his heart rate was up had proven effective, especially when they were both competing with each other to beg for more swats.

Wap!

Barbie's googirl ass felt different from a human girl's. It was still soft and yielding, but it felt almost like he was splashing her around with the wet smack.

"Ahhh...yes, Master! Punish my naughty ass!" Barbie squealed.

Thwack!

Poffu's ass on the other hand was well-toned and firm, just soft enough for a spanking when she completely relaxed her body.

"Mmm...harder, Master. Spank me harder!" Poffu groaned.

Both girls were squirming and rubbing against his cock with their hips. It wasn't enough stimulation to make him cum, but it was more than enough to get him hard as a rock. He spent the next five minutes alternating between their asses, putting his muscle into it; this was his exercise for the day, after all.

By the end, Poffu's light tan had colored pink, while the blue goo covering Barbie had become completely pink; he wondered if that was from the impact or just an aesthetic choice she made for his benefit.

Kyras had worked up a decent sweat and he was ready to continue, "So how do we do this 'butterfly' thing then?"

"If you'll just hold still, Master…" Barbie pushed her back against him and lifted herself off the ground with one arm around his neck. Kyras gave a grunt; even if she was a few inches shorter than even Poffu, a marble golem and two slimegirls were heavy, at least two hundred pounds.

With her free hand, Barbie guided the head of his cock to her tight, surprisingly soft entrance, "You'll need to bounce me on your cock one hundred times, Master."

Kyras grabbed her plump thighs, then let her drop onto his manhood, letting out a satisfied grunt as he pierced her yielding body. He might have transformed her back from the silicone form he'd given her upon capturing her, but he had made a very important modification just for moments like this.

Her soft, ridged silicone artificial pussy squeezed down on him as he bottomed out and felt fantastic as he pulled his hips away, then slammed back into her.

"One...nnngh...two…!" Barbie counted along with the thrust, "Thuh-three! Four...five…! Gods...six! Seven! Cumming! I'm cumming…! Eightnineten!"

It was a good, hard workout and Kyras was sweating by the end, his cock hurting a bit from the prolonged erection without cumming.

"Master, if you'd please assist in my training while you cool down before the next exercise?" Poffu asked politely, and he couldn't refuse an offer like that.

Poffu had him lie down on the padded mat, and then she got to work, doing a rapidfire set of pushups, pushing herself off the ground long enough to clap at the top of each one, going low enough that her large breasts were flattened against the pad on the descent.

But the reason she needed Kyras's help was that each time she descended, her face would fall on his crotch and she would swallow his cock all the way down her throat, her skilled tongue swirling on the side of his shaft. That she could keep such an intense pace while barely having time to breathe was impressive enough that when she finished, after he got back onto his feet, he pulled her by her ponytail into a kneeling position and finished himself off with a quick skullfucking.

Out of breath as she was, she still gladly gulped down his load, looking up at him with grateful tears in her eyes. After she swallowed down the last drop though, she did have a small objection, "Master...you need to be hard for the next exercise too."

"Then get to it, you two." He commanded.

His girls giggled, then happily obeyed, this time grinding their bubbly asses against his crotch together. His cock responded almost immediately, and he spent the next few minutes pleasantly letting them slide their cheeks up and down his thick length.

"That should do...Okay, Master, catch me!" Poffu jumped up into the air and he did as told, grabbing hold of her firm ass in both hands while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

She reached underneath to feel his hard cock and guided it to her entrance, relaxing her grip on him till she was sinking down, "Oh god...so big, so full…"

Poffu weighed only a fraction of what Barbie did, so Kyras had little trouble getting started. Like Barbie did before, Poffu counted out each and every thrust, "...fifteen sixteen sevenFUCK! Fuck...cumming...nngh...eighteen...nineteen...gods...nineteen…"

Unlike Barbie, the poor hobgoblin had some trouble keeping track as he kept fucking her brains out. Kyras relied on the golem to do the real count, but in the meantime he was enjoying Poffu's struggle to not be such a bimbo she couldn't even get her numbers right.

"Sixty...sixty...hahhh...you're so hard still, hitting my womb...I love it, I need...sixty…"

"Three hundred, Master." Barbie chimed in to interrupt.

Kyras took that as his cue to stop holding himself back, pulling himself off and directing both girls to kneel, stroking himself off to the finish so he could bukkake all over both of their faces.

"Thank you, Master!" Both girls said together, then got to the important work of cleanup, getting every drop with their tongues.

"Good job, you two. Same time tomorrow." Kyras rubbed the top of their heads, then headed out. He was still naked, but now that he had worked up such a good sweat, he seriously needed a shower.

Luckily, he had just the right pair of slaves for that.

Chapter 30: Elemtental Bath Attendants

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In his original world, Kyras had enjoyed hot showers whenever he'd wanted to thanks to the wonders of electricity and plumbing. Setting something up in a world of magic had proven to be more trouble than it was worth.

Until now.

On the 4th floor, he had collected the water elemental Aqua, and together with the fire elemental Pyrie who had just joined the harem, that luxury was now once more a part of his daily routine. Both girls met him in the newly remodeled shower.

They were standing chest to chest with one another, holding each other's hand on one side and stretching their arms out to him with the other, "Good morning, Master!"

Pyrie was a creature of pure fire, save for the complete human skeleton of charred black bone that was hidden beneath her blue flames. It gave her a semi-solid appearance, her form dancing like a candle's flame even when she was holding still. She was still solid enough to the touch though, and her blue flames were hot without burning him.

Aqua was a water elemental. A more evolved form of the slimegirls he'd encountered on the first floor, she was much more intelligent, though she still had a round, red, jewel-like core near where a human's womb would be, along with a smaller diamond shaped core on her forehead. Both were fully visible in her crystal clear body of water.

Both had fluid, ever-changing forms, but both oozed sexuality. This morning, they looked like fresh-faced eighteen-year-old jailbait with perky chests and tight asses. Hovering over them was a puffy white cloud, pouring down the hot water that would serve as Kyras's shower. He chuckled at that, his own private water cycle.

"Morning, girls." He said as he stepped onto the tiles and let them get to work. Pyrie went to her knees and started by cleaning his cock from the morning fun, starting with his balls and working her way up. The fire elemental had started to finally get used to the water from the shower, even enjoy it, and that pleasure showed clearly on her face as she enthusiastically took his cock down her throat.

Aqua meanwhile was doing the lion's share of the work. Positioned behind Kyras, she rubbed her perky wet chest up and down his back, suds forming from the soap she had mixed into her body. Her hands glided across his arms and chest, giving him a deep clean, and when she massaged his head, his hair was given a level of quality treatment that was quite frankly wasted on the wizard.

It was only once she had fully cleansed him that he allowed her to join Pyrie on her knees, worshipping his cock. The two girls worked in perfect harmony with one another, the mix of cool and hot a mind-blowing sensation that was already making me want to cum. As he was enjoying himself, the door was slammed open, and his familiar Shiki entered.

Shiki was just over three foot tall and where Pyrie and Aqua had tight, perfectly formed bodies, hers resulted from Kyras's perverted imagination, with extra wide hips, thick thighs, and a chest that was so big it was hard to cover both nipples with only one arm.

"So! Are we going to do it today?" Shiki asked, careful to stay behind Kyras. The sight of his cock put her down into a hypnotic trance, and it was hard enough to argue with her Master even without that getting in the way.

"Do what now?" Kyras said as Pyrie and Aqua fluted his cock together.

"The final floor! Defeat the Sorceress! Rescue the princess! We've been cooped up in this mansion for too long. We're going to lose the element of surprise, if we ever had it, and then we're going to lose all of this!" Shiki flailed her arms around, unable to hold still.

"Oh yeah. That. Relax. We've come this far, and it's been a cakewalk. If the Sorceress was at all on top of things, I think there would have been some resistance by now. Whenever we go in, it's going to be an easy ambush, and I'll need to be in tip-top shape. Taking out the last three generals wasn't easy, you know. Was it?" Kyras directed that last comment to Pyrie, one of those three generals.

Pyrie popped the head of Kyras's cock out of her mouth just long enough to answer, "No, Master. Only someone as clever and powerful and handsome as you could have conquered us so easily."

Shiki bristled a little at that. She was the one who had captured Pyrie and Angelica, and she'd definitely helped with Taalia too. Not that Kyras would ever give her the credit she deserved, "You've recovered your mana from that encounter already! Now you're just lazing around like a bum because you've got more pussy than you know what to...what to….do with...Master…"

Shiki trailed off, her mouth hanging open, her eyes glassy, drool already forming at the corner of her mouth. Kyras had turned around, and the sight of his magnificent erect cock dropped her down into trance like it always did.

"Sounds to me like someone is jealous." Kyras smirked at his demonic familiar.

"...jealous…" Shiki parroted back.

"I guess you have a point though. I'm feeling invincible, and as great as all these girls are, it might be nice to fuck a girl of the same species as me. And the princess is supposed to be the fairest in all the land…"

"...yes...Master…" Shiki wasn't much for conversations when she was tranced out and unable to look away from his cock.

"Okay. Tell you what. After breakfast, I'll come and get you and then we'll head out and finish this. Sound good?"

"Sound...good…" Shiki agreed.

"Perfect. Now then, where was I?" Kyras turned around and saw that his eager elemental shower girls were ready to pick up right where they left off. They leaned into him, squished their breasts around his cock, and bounced their breasts up and down.

He left Shiki in her trance, not wanting to have to put up with her nagging while he was having his morning fun, especially not when he was so close to cumming in either Pyrie or Aqua's mouth. Even though the two elementals normally got along like...well, like water and fire...their teamwork was impeccable. They moved in perfect unison with each other.

"Please cum for us, Master!" Aqua begged.

"We love the taste of your cum more than anything, Master!" Pyrie added.

With encouragement like that, he didn't keep them waiting long, this time shoving his cock down Aqua's throat and filling her belly with his seed. It was always fun to see the milky white cloud inside of her transparent body.

"Aww...no fair…" Pyrie pouted at him.

"Next time, for sure. Now finish up." He said as he gave her cheek a pat.

"Yes, Master!" They said together.

Aqua gave him one final, intense scrub down, and then Pyrie went to work as he stepped out, sending a warm, dry draft swirling around him, drying him off as he headed towards the sink.

Chapter 31: Personal Fairy Godmother

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Hygiene usually wasn't all that important to Kyras. Ever since he'd learned the Prestidigitation cantrip, he'd relied on a bit of magic every now and again to make sure he was presentable. But that was before he'd added the queen of the fairies to his harem.

Waiting for him at the sink, brandishing a filled toothbrush like a spear, was Titania. The fairy was around seven inches tall, floating on gossamer wings, and ready to fulfill her duty, "Good morning, Master!"

"Morning, Tittynia." Kyras couldn't resist a bit of immature wordplay before he opened his mouth wide.

Titania flew up towards him, hovering just under his nose, then got to work. It wasn't the most efficient way to clean his teeth, but he loved the sight of her grape-sized—though they'd be closer to melon-sized if she weren't such a tiny thing all-around—breasts shaking from side to side as she dutifully went to work. She was dressed in next to nothing. Two miniature leaves concealed her nipples, while a blade of grass was between her legs, both of them preserved and adhering thanks to fey magic. She had bright pink hair that was constantly swirling about as though she were underwater, and even though she had been a royal monarch for hundreds of years, she had a youthful face with large eyes and a button nose.

"Would you like anything special for today, Master?" Titania asked as she worked.

"Oh, 'ust ta uzual." Kyras answered while keeping his mouth open.

"Usual it is, Master!" Titania finished her rigorous scrubbing, then conjured pure fey water into a floating globe in front of him. He slurped it into his mouth, rinsed, and spat into the sink while Titania went on to her next task.

Kyras kept his hair long and a bit unkempt. Most of the time his bangs were hanging down over his eyes. He wasn't planning on changing the style anytime soon, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to make it look good.

He felt a bit like Cinderella as his own personal fairy godmother. A conjured comb went through his hair while she conjured special oils to mix into it, an ointment for his skin that kept it clear and fresh.

He lifted his arms up and let her apply a deodorant—though the fairy queen couldn't help but take a good sniff of his armpits—and then she was weaving magic all around him.

First was the pants. The material was the same as his robes and baggy, feeling more like sweatpants than anything else, modified with a large opening in the front so that he could always pull his cock out at a moment's notice. Next was the simple black undershirt, and then the black wizard robe, tied at the waist, again optimizing just so that he could fuck at any time. Last but not least, a comfortable pair of slippers, perfect for lounging around the mansion.

All of them were conjured up out of thin air by the fairy as if she were getting him ready for a fancy ball. If he did go after the Sorceress today, the wards and enchantments he'd added to his robes would come in handy. His battle with Taalia had been far too close for comfort; if she'd not been so foolish already, he doubted he would have won. If the Sorceress was even more powerful than her and not a complete idiot, he could be in trouble.

Not that he was procrastinating and avoiding the issue.

He just wanted to be prepared.

That's all.

"Nice work, Tinkerbell." Kyras said as he admired himself in the mirror. Letting the fairy queen handle the tailoring had upped his style considerably.

"You honor me with your praise, Master." She replied, bowing deeply as she fluttered in front of him, her large breasts swinging forward.

"Yeah. Consider yourself on bedwarming duty for tonight." With the dozens of women staffing his mansion, being among the small few who got to share his bed at night was the highest honor.

Titania flew in a loop in the air, giggling with delight, "Yes, Master! You won't regret it. I've been practicing since last time!"

"I'll be looking forward to it." Kyras said as he headed out of the bathroom.

Chapter 32: Breakfast with the Harem

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From the bathroom to the dining room was a short walk, but it was worth it. The morning meal was the one time of day when he had all his girls together.

He could hear the idle chatter of the goblins, the googirls, the fairies, the beastkin, the ghosts, the kobolds, the cherubs, and all the other girls of various races he'd collected in the tower, the best of the best invited to live with him. He stood near the closed door and cast a simple scrying spell, one that would let him clearly hear some of the conversations going on as if he were standing right next to his girls.

"Wow, your boobs are so big now!"

"I know, right? Master was fucking me and said he wanted a titjob, and then he gave me the 'proper equipment' for it!"

"So lucky. I wish mine were that big too."

"It's not all good. They get in the way all the time, they're super heavy, and they won't stop leaking milk."

"Still…"

The voice giggled, "Yeah! Still totes great."

He grinned, putting a face to the voice. If he recalled right, she was one of the beastkin he'd collected on the fifth floor, a catgirl who had been extra flexible from the start but flat as a board. He was glad she enjoyed her new enhancements...though with the brainwashings he gave all his girls, there was little that they wouldn't adore him for.

He shifted the scrying spell towards another conversation.

"Ahhh...I need it...the smell, I can smell him everywhere...going crazy."

"Shhh...just be patient. I'm sure he'll get to you, eventually."

"But it's been so long...I bet he's fucked every other girl in this mansion but me! It's not fair!"

"I know, I know. That's so hot, right?"

"It is! And that just makes it so much worse!"

Kyras had to think to place that voice until a curvy goblin from the second floor came to mind. He hadn't been picky when it came to fucking his staff, but it looked like random chance hadn't been kind to her. And with her extra thick lips and cute puffy ponytails, he figured she was long overdue. He'd have to include her in his fun soon.

He listened in on one more conversation before making his entrance.

"Arf!"

"Good girl! Now roll over!"

"Arf arf!"

"Oh my gods, this is so hilarious! Beg!"

"Awoo awoo…"

"Ahhh, I can't believe Ruthlessia is acting like a bitch! This is too funny!"

"Arf arf!"

"Not so high and mighty now, are you? You might have been a black dragon, but now you're just a slutpuppy!"

"Arf!"

So that black dragon's name had been Ruthlessia. When Kyras had conquered Taalia, that meant gaining control over her entire floor, including the half dozen other dragons and more than a hundred kobolds.

The black dragon had been resistant, attempting a coup, but after Kyras had burned her brain clean and made her think like a literal bitch, the rest had gladly fallen in line and submitted to the less extreme brainwashing.

It looked like some of the kobolds were taking advantage of that fall from grace.

Kyras chuckled to himself. The harem had grown so large it was forming into cliques. Hopefully things wouldn't start getting political. He'd never really considered the logistical challenges of running a harem so large. But then, so long as he kept delegating the troublesome stuff to loyal slaves, he wouldn't have to.

Satisfied with his bit of spying on the harem, Kyras cancelled the spell, then threw open the double doors into the dining room.

Despite its designation, it had little in common with most other dining rooms. It didn't even look like a cafeteria. There was only one small, round table, big enough to comfortably seat four, but there were a hundred women of all the shapes and sizes he found appealing gathered in the large room.

While Kyras made his way to the table, his harem fell silent. They all arranged themselves into five lines of twenty, kneeling shoulder to shoulder, every girl looking at him with pure adoration and love. While Kyras's meal hadn't been brought out yet, every girl had their own doggy bowl on the floor in front of them.

He wasn't so cruel as to make them eat actual dog food; the best among all those that he'd conquered fully staffed the kitchen, and every girl had their choice for the morning meal. Goblins and kobolds tended to go for slow-roasted meats with gravy. Fire elementals went with fresh oak, while the fairies enjoyed their hard candies. Even the dragons got to enjoy a tasty meal of gold coins.

Just so long as they ate from a bowl on all fours while he got to watch from his own seat.

As Kyras took his seat, his own meal was being brought out on two silver trays, one carried by the general of the third floor, the vampire Isabella, the other by the general of the fourth floor, Mina the Beastkin.

The two women had started out almost as different as could be. Isabella was elegance personified, aristocratic with a lean, slight body with a long neck and skin pale as only an undead could be. Mina on the other hand was all tight, powerful muscle, a wolfgirl who hunched forward with broad shoulders well-defined muscles.

That was before they'd met him. Kyras had used the same transformation spell on both of them, and now they might have been twins.

Both were short, only 4'9, and both shared the honor of having the largest breasts in the harem, putting Shiki in a somewhat distant third place. They had stout forms with wide hips, though their waists still pinched inwards to give an exaggerated hourglass shape. The biggest difference was the skin, Isabella's still pale white, Mina's a deep, dark tan.

The spell had also given them a few new features. A long, flexible, tufted tail had sprung up at the small of Isabella's back and replaced Mina's fluffy wolf tail, along with big, floppy, black and white cow ears on top of their heads.

Most importantly though, both girls were now absolutely bursting with milk. Both could produce more than a gallon a day, far more than that if they were aroused and started masturbating, but neither of them could get any more than a dribble to come out without Kyras's explicit permission. And he always liked to have his breakfast with the first squeezes of the day.

They were dressed in matching maid uniforms, and it might have looked modest by comparison to the other girls dressed in latex or belts or thongs or just outright going naked. The skirt went almost halfway down their thighs, only showing the lack of panties when they bent over. Might have, except that the low cleavage showed off just how truly massive their breasts were, each hanging down past the navel despite their perky, gravity-defying shape. Even worse, the white fabric of the blouse had dark, wet stains on the front from the constantly trickling milk.

"Good morning, Master. Please enjoy your meal." They said together, then began to set the table for Kyras.

Wielding magic burned a lot of calories, and Kyras liked a big breakfast. A dozen strips of bacon, a dozen rolls of sausage, a five-egg omelet filled with sauteed onions and an unhealthy amount of cheese, a stack of toast, a tall glass of orange juice...and saving the best for last, an empty tankard and a large bowl of dry cereal.

"Looks fantastic as always." He complimented them as the girls stood close, close enough for him to reach under their skirts and start fingering their wet cunts.

"Mmm...thank you, Master." Isabella pushed her hips against him, enjoying the stimulation.

"Mmmooo...we hope you enjoy…" Mina was still too shy, still hadn't gotten used to her nature being changed from wolf to cow.

Kyras released them, wiped his hands off on their short skirts, and let them get to work. The girls pulled their low-cut tops down and their massive breasts spilled out. Kyras grabbed Isabella's right tit in both hands and guided her over his bowl. One good, hard squeeze and the milk streamed out, splashing all over the cereal. The vampire moaned out as an orgasm made her legs quiver, but she held in place firmly until he was done.

Mina was next. This time, Kyras guided her nipple directly into his mouth, biting down and drinking directly. The milk flowed freely. It was warm and sweet and thick, closer to a milkshake than anything that came from a real cow. A few more gulps and he pulled her over his glass, filling it up as he'd done with Isabella. After he released her, she collapsed backwards, landing on her plush ass, tongue sticking out; she couldn't handle her orgasms as well as Isabella. Not yet.

He took a spoonful of the cereal, savored it. Where Mina produced warm milk, the undead Isabella's was nice and chilled and just as sweet, with hints of vanilla and cinnamon in contrast to the slightly honey-flavor of Mina's.

The rest of the meal was just as enjoyable, especially when he felt the warm, wet mouths of four random sluts under the table worshipping his cock. He didn't know which four it was, but one of them had extra big and soft lips. He thought she must be a goblin. Another was deepthroating him without breathing and her throat was extra hot, so he presumed it was one of Pyrie's flame elementals. The one licking his balls was extra eager and had a slightly rough tongue, which would pin her as one of Mina's beastkin, and while the fourth was doing an excellent job complementing the other three, he couldn't quite place her race.

After he finished breakfast, he let himself come, gagging the girl sucking on his cock, and then bent down to have a look and see how he did in his guessing.

"Ahhh...two goblins. Shoulda known." He said mostly to himself as he watched them smile up at him, the fire elemental cleaning up and drying off his cock. He got up from the table, looked across the room.

Most of the girls had already finished their own breakfast, and now they were staring up at him. None of them were standing, but each was doing their best to entice him. For some that mean leaning into the wall, their asses popping out. Others were on their backs, slowly rubbing their dripping pussies, silently whimpering as they ached for his touch. Others worked together, fingering and kissing and making love to one another hoping to draw his eye.

"Sorry, girls. Got a full schedule. Today is the day I finally take down that Sorceress, make her another mindless slut just like the rest of you."

There was a great collective "Awwww…!!!" throughout the room, and Kyras couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, okay. Just a bit of fun. But after that, it's time to get to work."

Kyras threw off his robes and made his way amongst the eager collection of exotic flesh, "I wonder where that needy goblin is…" He already had his first target picked out.

Chapter 33: Fury of the Fairy Queen

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Kyras let out a yawn as he made it back to his bedroom. Despite the best of intentions, he had gotten...distracted. A mansion with a hundred sluts all doing their best to please him...how was he supposed to win against those odds?

After the small orgy in the dining hall, he'd seen a play the fairies had put together about their subjugation. The little fey folk had really done an excellent job of it too. And then the beastkin had wanted to be walked and bred. And then the ghosts started acting up, just so he'd punish them. And then…

And then, before he knew it, another day had gone past and he was feeling exhausted.

Another yawn came out as he flopped onto the bed, "Tomorrow for sure though…"

For now, Kyras thought he might just sleep until noon of the next day. Too much of a good thing could make it turn sour, and his cock was so sore that he didn't even want to think about sex, not even if—

"There you are!" A feminine voice boomed.

Kyras's eyes shot back open and he sat bolt upright in bed. There in the middle of the room, dressed in leaves and jewelry, over six feet tall rather than the seven inches from this morning, was Titania.

Her eyes were glowing white and loose leaves were swirling in the air around her. The air was charged with magical energy and he remembered just how powerful a fairy queen could be, especially when things were being done on her terms, "You thought you could enslave a goddess like myself? You worm! It is time you pay for your crimes!"

" Dominate Monster !" He felt the magic surge through his body...then empty back out without firing. Runes on the floor flared up, and he knew he was screwed. She'd had time to ward the entire room. In here, she was the only one who could use magic, and he didn't like his odds of taking the fight elsewhere, "Uh...maybe just calm down a bit, huh, Tittynia? No need to get upset, let's just…!"

"I am Titania! Queen of the Fairies! Goddess of the Forest, and you shall show me all the respect I am due!" She bellowed back at him, her voice like a living hurricane.

"Oh geez!" Kyras scrambled off the bed, just in time to avoid the bolt of lightning, the point-blank thunderclap leaving him deaf for a few seconds as he tried to stumble away.

Vines grew from the walls and lashed out at him, wrapping around his wrists and legs, hoisting him up into the air, "Can't we just talk this out?"

She floated towards him, a sneer on her face, "It is too late for talk. Too late for begging. All that is left now is your destruction."

Kyras thrashed around in the vines, trying to break free, his heart pounding in panic, "Stop, stop, I'll change! I'll reform! I'll free your fairies, I'll free everyone! I'll be a good guy from now on and I won't ever...won't ever...um…"

He stopped lying through his teeth and opened his eyes, looked down...and saw the fairy queen had lowered his pants down his legs then taken the head of his half-erect cock into her mouth, started swirling her tongue around it in tight circles.

"...what are you doing?" He had to ask.

"Mwah…!" She popped his hardening cock out of her mouth, stroked it up and down with both her hands, "What does it look like? I'm getting my revenge on you for all the humiliations I suffered!"

"Uh huh…?" He probed further.

"Foolish mortal. Everyone knows the worst way to punish a mortal is to force him to cum." She said as though it were completely obvious.

"Is that so?"

"It is. Which is why I'll milk your cock dry...even if there is the danger that if you were to make me cum first, I'd completely break and gladly betray my own kind once more, forever and ever this time."

That made his cock rigid. Now that he was calming down, he remembered that he'd told Titania to join him in bed earlier in the morning. He also remembered the thing he should have tried from the start.

" Sleepy Sylphs ."

The words hit Titania like a hammer. Her hands dropped to her sides and she froze on her knees, eyes closing, mouth hanging open, "I am...asleep…"

"What the hell is all this?" Kyras asked, still stuck in the vine web.

"Roleplay...scenario...wanted to...excite you…" Titania answered slowly from her hypnotic trance.

He'd figured that much out on his own, but it was good to have confirmation just in case.

"Okay, listen here. When you wake up…"

Kyras gave Titania some extra instructions. First, that she'd forget all about the roleplay and genuinely believe her role. Her acting so far had been superb, but he wanted that kind of commitment throughout.

He also added a bit of his own personal touch.

"Give up! No mortal man can resist the heavenly jugs of the queen of the fairies!" Titania gloated as she bounced her newly enlarged breasts up and down on his cock. Kyras had moved things from the vines back to the bed, and he had to admit that in a fair fight, her talents would have him spraying his load in moments, even if he'd already lost count of how many times he'd already came that day.

"You're good, no denying that. But too bad your bimbo brain never realized that my greatest weakness was tight virgin pussy. But even if you did, a milf like you couldn't take advantage." Kyras played along.

"Fool! You should have kept your mouth shut! Now you've no hope left. You should have realized…" Titania's body sparkled like the night sky, then slowly shift and change shape. Her proud, regal face softened up as the years seem to fall away from the immortal. Age and experience and wisdom that had been etched clearly onto her face, deep in her eyes, melted away, leaving a fresh-faced innocent who didn't look a day older than eighteen.

The rest of her softened up and shrank as well, down to the more shortstack proportions the perverted wizard favored, everything becoming petite and delicate...save for her chest, of course, which actually gained a few cup sizes in the transformation.

"Now, to finish this charade!" Titania proclaimed excitedly, her voice pitched higher, almost squeaky as she straddled his body in the cowgirl position, "It's over for you!"

Titania guided the head of his cock to her virgin sex, let herself grind against it for a few seconds, then with one swift, brutal motion, she slammed her hips down, her ass clapping against his thighs, the bulge of his cock clearly visible on her stomach.

Kyras chuckled as he saw the familiar hearts light up in her eyes. The fairy queen's velvet walls were spasming like crazy around his cock, the poor thing cumming her brains out from the start.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for opposing you, Master! I should have known a bimbo like me could never win against your awesome god cock!" Titania squealed out, then slowly moved her hips.

"Oh god...it's so big, filling me up so deep, feels so good, can't stop cumming...I'm a slave to this cock, a slave to you! My whole kingdom belongs to you! Use as however you like, Master! Just please, keep fucking me, give me more cock!"

Kyras sat up, grabbed her throat and gave it a light squeeze, "You think you deserve it after how naughty you've been?"

"Nnngh...no, Master! You're right! I was such a...hahhh...naughty slut! Even if you locked me in chastity and never let me feel this awesome cock again, that...oh god...would be more than I deserve!" Titania whispered out, her hips going faster and faster.

"That's the attitude. But I think your head is still just a bit too swollen." Kyras teased as he pushed her off his cock, put her face down and ass up, then took her again, moving at his own pace this time as he brutally fucked her doggystyle.

"Guhh…!!!" The rapidfire orgasms Titania was experiencing made talking impossible.

"Yeah, and what's the point in having a fairy if they're not...ngh...fun-size?" Kyras asked her.

"Yush...yesh master…!" That was all that Titania needed to hear. Her body shrank, dwindling back down almost to her original size, stopping at a height of twelve inches.

For just about any other race, that would have made sex impossible. Fairies were special though. Not just flexible, but practically elastic. Kyras could feel her getting tighter around his cock, but she was still a perfect fit. Now, he could wrap his hand around her whole body, and the proud queen of the fairies was behaving like nothing more than his excited onahole.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…! Thank you for fucking me, Master…!" She screamed out, and Kyras let himself cum.

It was the most powerful orgasm of the day, far too much for the little fairy to handle, no matter how flexible she was. She was propelled off and splatted into the ceiling along with a big splash of his cum, stuck there like a fly caught in a web, her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her eyes rolling up into her head.

"Ooof...that felt good." Kyras said before he collapsed back onto the mattress, completely spent.

A few minutes later and the mess was cleaned up and Titania was snuggled up against him, once more large enough that he could really grab on and squeeze her, "Fucking fantastic job. You're going to have the other fairies spank your ass raw for not telling me beforehand, but damn if I didn't love it once I caught on."

"I'm glad you appreciated the effort, Master. But you're so right that I should have been more upfront about my plans. I can't wait for my naughty ass to be punished by my fellow slavegirls." She said as she idly ran her fingers up and down his flaccid length.

Kyras yawned. Today had been just perfect. He realized he was growing slothful, but he'd created his own paradise within his portable mansion. Was it really so wrong for him to enjoy it for just a little longer?

Still, he resolved that tomorrow would be the day that he acted. Shiki had been right that he had procrastinated too long as it was, and that he should do something before the Sorceress wondered where all her missing forces had gone off to.

"Tomorrow for sure." He said as he drifted off to sleep, "...probably...what's the harm in another day...really…?"

Chapter 34: Interlude with a Succubus (Final)

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At the stroke of midnight, Shiki awoke in darkness. She was still in the bathroom, right where Kyras had tranced her that morning, and her legs were feeling sore from holding herself up all day, not to mention her back.

"Ugh...bastard, he could have at least woke me up!" Shiki complained as she stretched, her spine making satisfying popping noises, "I swear, ever since he started drowning in puss he's been paying less and less attention to me. Which is bad, because I'm the one who oughta be calling the shots."

She looked around the dark bathroom. Pyrie and Aqua had gone back to their quarters, specially designed accommodations for elementals. Titania was gone too, no doubt with the rest of the fairy's in their little playhouse.

"Bleh. Tomorrow I'll just wear a blindfold, and then he'll have to listen to me." Shiki decided as she trudged towards the door. Having spent the whole day in a blissed out trance, she was feeling awfully relaxed and content no matter how much she tried to hold on to her sour mood. She wasn't going to be getting any sleep, so she figured she would head down to the dragon den. The girls there couldn't help but gamble and game.

"Don't you have a better way to make him listen?" A voice called out from behind, and Shiki jumped straight up into the air.

Fireballs in her hand lit up the dark room in the harsh light, and she glowered at whoever it was that had startled her, "What're you talking about?"

The sensuous, dangerous, seductive form of a succubus stepped into Shiki's light. Shiki could tell at a glance that this demon was far more dangerous than Angelica. Angelica was a fallen angel, and even though she'd embraced her new status as a succubus, this one was all natural and well-fed. The aura she was giving off...Shiki thought that she might be even more powerful than Kyras.

"I've been watching you, Shiki. I've seen how that man has treated you. And I know just how frustrating that can be. My Mistress is even worse in some regards. But I think we have an opportunity to turn this situation to our advantage. To play those mortals like a fiddle."

Shiki was quiet for a long moment. Then, the flames in her hands snuffed out. The only thing visible was her lightly glowing red eyes.

"I'm listening."

Chapter 35: The Final Showdown

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All journeys must eventually come to an end. After spending what felt like weeks ascending through the massive, multi-kingdom, multi-dimensional physics-defying tower of the Sorceress, Kyras was finally nearing the end of his.

All nine of the floors had been conquered. Fortuitously, all nine had been populated by some of the sexiest and most well-endowed women of every exotic race he knew of. From the lowliest goblin shortstack to the most powerful dragon bimbo, he'd added them all to his harem.

With all of their forces combined, surely taking out the Sorceress would be a cakewalk?

"No way. Rejected. Bad idea." Shiki said as she followed Kyras towards the entrance of his personal pocket mansion, "They were loyal to her before you, and think about that. Think about how much trouble these girls gave you. The Sorceress has to be even more powerful than that."

"Exactly. So why not team up?" Kyras asked as he watched Shiki descend the stairs behind him, her large breasts bouncing up and down hypnotically with every step. He'd skipped his morning blowjob, as well as the other half-dozen blowjobs and sex acts that made up his usual morning routine so that he'd have that extra fire inside of him for the battle ahead, and as a side-effect he was finding himself hyper-focused on anything sexy within his field of view.

"Because if she's that powerful, she's probably got some backdoors into them. You might have these girls brainwashed into serving you, but one word from her and we could end up getting swarmed." Shiki countered.

"Hrm...fine. I guess." Kyras let out a sigh. Shiki had a point, but he hated doing things the hard way.

"Just keep your wits about you. You're still the most powerful wizard I've ever come across and if this Sorceress was really that much of a threat, she'd have stopped us a long time ago. Let's just get to the tenth floor, sneak around invisibly, and ambush her like we planned. Then wham!" Shiki slammed her fist into her palm, "She goes down and adventure is complete."

Kyras laughed, pushed open the door, "Can't fucking wait to have the boss of this place on her knees, sucking my cock."

Kyras's portable mansion worked by placing a door upon any flat surface. In this case, he'd placed it at the end of the Ninth floor. The entrance to the Tenth and final floor was just down a dimly lit stone hallway. As he left the mansion, he returned the door back to its normal handheld sized and stowed it safely away in his pack of holding.

The plan was to go invisible, then cast wards, prepare counterspells, imbibe buff potions, and take every other preparation the two could think of, then head into the Tenth floor to take the Sorceress by surprise.

It was a good plan.

But as Kyras and Shiki headed down the hallway and turned the corner, the entrance to the final floor was already open.

Standing in front of it was the Sorceress herself.

Kyras had expected her to be pretty. Once you reached a certain level of magical proficiency, sculpting the body became as easy as lobbing a fireball. He'd used his own magic to enhance himself as he'd like, and he'd never come across a homely wizard with any skill in all his adventures.

The Sorceress wasn't just pretty though. She was drop dead gorgeous.

He had seen the perfection of angels, the seductive appeal of succubi, the pure fertility of nymphs. He had sculpted women to his own tastes over and over, made them into sexpets that got his cock rock hard.

But the Sorceress was something else entirely. Deep red eyes overflowing with ancient arcane power behind long, full eyelashes. Long, flowing black hair that cascaded down her in waves all the way to her knees. The poutiest ruby red lips he'd ever seen curled into a condescending smirk that not just told him that she thought she was better than him, but went a long way towards convincing him of it too.

She was tall without being lanky, oozing royalty and divinity. She had an hourglass figure, but the curves of her body weren't exaggerated as he tended to enjoy, but instead sculpted and subtle, making his tastes feel crude and clumsy. She was wearing a revealing blue dress with long, flowing sleeves, the cleavage forming a large V as it plunged down past her chest, below her navel. She wore a golden amulet, a variety of rings, a gold chain around her waist, and gem-studded earrings. The dress didn't go down far below her thighs, and he found it hard to stop staring at the pale, creamy thighs of her legs. He noticed that she went barefoot, had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen--which was startling, since he'd never considered himself a foot fetishist--and she was floating a few inches over the floor.

Kyras should have been terrified that he was the one being ambushed, should have been throwing himself into action, either attacking or retreating, but instead he just stood there as his cock went from flaccid to harder than ever before in the span of a half dozen seconds.

"This is what gave my minions so much trouble? Really?" Even her voice was pure sex, like it was stroking his cock up and down with every syllable.

"He really is quite clever." Kyras hadn't even noticed the purple-skinned succubus that had been standing to the side and behind the Sorceress. Now that he was looking at her though, he couldn't help but compare her, and it wasn't favorable.

Under normal circumstances, he'd have thought this succubus was as sexy as they came, definitely more appealing than the corrupted succubus Angelica who had already joined his harem. But now he couldn't help but think that her breasts were too large, her nose too small, her waist too narrow and her hips too large.

"What a disappointment." The Sorceress raised up her hand and conjured a spinning ball of fire no larger than the head of a dandelion. Kyras could feel the breeze as air was being sucked in towards her, and it was only then that he considered that, as pretty as she was, maybe she was using a Glamour to amplify his reaction, and maybe he should think about defending himself.

That realization came just in time. Kyras threw up his hands and conjured up a tidal wave of icy cold water just as the Sorceress's spinning ball of flame ballooned up big enough to fill the hallway and hurtled towards him.

Magical abjuring water hit magical ever-burning flames and there was an explosion of steam that burned his skin and sent him flying backwards.

"Fuck! Ow! Fucking ow!" Kyras cursed as he rolled on the ground. The skin burns were painful, but at least they helped get his head back in the game and his ring of regeneration was already getting rid of the blisters. The next fireball was already headed towards him, and this time he responded with a teleportation spell, coming right behind the Sorceress.

" Touch of Sleep !" He threw his hand out to the back of her head, unleashing a spell he'd been practicing for exactly this moment. The attack was short range and used a lot of mana, but it multiplied the strength of the spell in return, giving it enough power to pierce even her defenses.

If he could touch her at least. His hand went right through the back of her head and he realized she'd tricked him with an illusion, "Oh crap."

The third fireball hit him squarely in the back. He felt the abjuration charms on his robes overload and then give out, unable to block the raw magical power she was throwing out, leaving his back bare and singed.

"Not fighting fair, are you?!" Kyras screamed as he conjured up giant icicles, floating in the around him then firing blindly every direction.

"As if you would stand a chance even if I did." The Sorceress was behind him this time, and with a touch on his back, he felt time freeze around him, his entire body holding still as a statue. He tried to struggle, but he couldn't even breathe let alone break free.

"You are a wizard. You meddle with magic. Try and understand it by groping blindly at its secrets. I am the Sorceress. I am magic itself made manifest! A boy like you never stood a chance." She said with a sneer as she walked back in front of him.

"The only reason I entertained you just now was to satisfy my own curiosity. To see just what kind of threat it was that threw my domain into such disarray. I can only imagine you have been very lucky until now." The Sorceress said as the succubus and Shiki walked back into view, "In truth, this was over before it even started. After all, if you can't keep your own familiar loyal to you, how can you expect it from anyone else? Now, Shiki."

"You got it, boss! Hey, asshole... Sleepytime For You! " Shiki said the words with a wide grin on her face, and Kyras felt the stasis magic the Sorceress had used on him wear off. Without it though, he could barely stand on his own two feet. A wave of lethargy hit and he dimly realized what was happening.

"Shiki...you bitch…! You can't do this to me, you...can't…" Kyras struggled to stay awake, to not give in to whatever hypnotic power was telling him to relax and sleep and give up. It was no use though. His mind emptied out and he stood there, staring blankly ahead.

"I am asleep, my great and divine Mistress." Kyras said in an empty monotone.

"Serves the scum right. After everything he's done to my minions, he truly needs a terrible fate. Something...creative." The Sorceress said as she drew her nail across Kyras's cheek, "Well done, Shiki. You'll be taking over as the leader of the First floor when this is all over."

"Sounds good to me." Shiki was laughing, "I never liked working for him anyway!"

Chapter 36: The Night Before the Final Showdown

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Last night…

Shiki had been approached by the Sorceress's own familiar, the succubus Lilith.

"I've been watching you, Shiki. I've seen how that man has treated you. And I know just how frustrating that can be. My Mistress is even worse in some regards. But I think we have an opportunity to turn this situation to our advantage. To play those mortals like a fiddle."

Shiki was quiet for a long moment. Then, the flames in her hands snuffed out. The only thing visible was her lightly glowing red eyes.

"I'm listening."

"I saw how you turned the tables on that bastard on the third floor. Saw that you left a backdoor. You've been letting him call the shots because it's hot—and fuck, it's really hot," Lilith was shamelessly rubbing her wet cunt as she spoke, "But as much fun as it is to be bent over and used by a real man, we both know that he doesn't treat you with the respect you deserve. You trigger him and switch sides and you'll remember just how great it feels to be on top."

Shiki blushed hotly. The fact that the succubus had been spying on her all this time made her remember all the humiliating, embarrassing, mortifying experiences she'd been subjected to ever since entering the tower, "Ugh…"

"Yeah, okay, I'm in. Just uh...don't tell anyone back in Hell what I've been up to, okay?"

"Deal."

Shiki knew you could never trust another demon, but even so, she had a good feeling about this.

When Kyras woke up, he found himself on an outrageously comfortable bed. The sheets were soft on his naked skin and he sank into the mattress as if it were a cloud. But while it was comfortable, he was less thrilled with the coarse ropes that had him laid out spread-eagled and tied to the bedposts.

He grumbled as he recovered from whatever had knocked him out, then complained to whoever was in the room with him, "I'm into some kinky bondage play, but not really a fan of being the one tied down."

"Lucky for me that your opinions don't count for anything then, isn't it?" He heard the voice of the Sorceress and he pulled his head up to see her standing in front of the bed, a smug smile on her face.

"More like, lucky me the so-called Sorceress is just another cock-hungry slut." Kyras retorted back. Silently, he was feeling for his magic. As he did, something heavy and metallic went cold against his neck.

A mage collar. Such devices made using magic unassisted impossible. Each was linked to a ring, and the wearer of said ring could compel a wizard to cast any spell through it. Kyras had used them in the past, but never from this end of the equation. He knew just how effective they could be too, and despite his bravado, it worried him.

"Am I now?" The Sorceress said as she crawled onto the bed. Despite his situation, Kyras's cock couldn't stay flaccid when he was looking at her. Whether it was a magical glamour, or she really was just that sexy, he still didn't know, but he had never wanted to pin down and fuck a woman as badly as he did her. The Sorceress grabbed his cock as it was rising up to erect, then began to slide her fingertips up and down it.

"That's how it looks to me. Don't blame you though. Never met a girl who ever kept her freedom after seeing my cock. Deep down, they all wanted it. They knew that it was made to break them." Kyras resisted the urge to buck his hips for extra stimulation from those frustratingly light touches from her fingers.

"Well, I'll certainly admit it's the nicest cock I've ever seen. But you're a bit confused. Just because a woman keeps a few sex toys lying around, that doesn't make her a slut." Whatever she said, Kyras could see a slight submissive edge buried deep inside of her. Nurturing it until she let down her guard was his only chance.

"Say that again after you've had your brains fucked out." He challenged her, his cock twitching at her delicate touch.

"Well, if you insist." With little more than a shrug, the erotic dress she was wearing fell down her shoulders, then was pulled down her hips, leaving the Sorceress naked. He admired her chest. Her chest was large, each orb more than a handful, just enough to wrap completely around his cock, and they were topped with the smallest, brightest pink nipples he'd ever seen.

His eyes were focused squarely on those breasts as she climbed on top of him, her soft, plump ass pushing against his cock, "Are you sure you want to fuck me though?" She asked with a devilish grin.

"Yeah, I am. Because once I get you addicted to my cock, I'll get you to remove this collar, then make you the queen bitch of my harem." Kyras couldn't resist taking her bait. Her ass felt so good pressed against him and skipping his morning relief had him harder than he could remember.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." The Sorceress lifted up her hips and brought her wet cunt to the head of his cock. Leaking pre-cum was smeared against her as she teased the tip, and then slowly she began to lower herself.

Kyras's cock was thicker than her forearm and a few inches longer than it to boot, and her body was trembling with delight as she took more and more of it inside of her. When Kyras bucked his hips, shoving it far enough to slam into her cervix, her lidded eyes popped wide open and she gasped.

"Ahhh! Oh my...I've never...nngh...never had a cock like this…" She braced her hands on his stomach, wiggled her hips, then start bouncing up and down. Her body was flexible, able to take his cock with no trouble, the bulge on her stomach easy to see each time she bottomed out, "Ohhh...yesss...I'm in heaven!"

Kyras, meanwhile, was in hell. He'd thought that he'd cum by the third stroke. He should have cum by the third stroke. But instead he found himself hitting a wall. The pleasure was still building. The overwhelming need to cum was still building. But no matter how much he struggled underneath her, no matter how fast she was moving on top of him, no matter how tight her cunt squeezed down on his cock as she rode him, he wasn't cumming.

"Oho…? You don't seem to be enjoying this. Isn't this what you wanted?" She teased as she bent down and gave wet kisses onto his neck.

"Fuck...you bitch, what did you fucking do?!" Kyras groaned, his hips thrusting wildly, his body going crazy.

"Oh, it wasn't me. It was your little pet. Your familiar. Shiki. She's the one that betrayed you. Convinced you that you're wearing a curious little device that's stopping you from using magic. And she's the one who made it so that no matter how much I milk your cock...you won't cum without permission." The Sorceress nibbled on his ear, her breasts pressing against his neck.

Kyras raged, pulling at the ropes on his wrist until the muscles in his arms were screaming out for him to stop, "Fuck…!"

"That's right. And I'm a mean girl. For all the trouble you've given me, that permission is never going to cum. You're just going to be my eternal sextoy, pulled out of the closet whenever I want something simple and crude. Be a good boy and I'll let you beg to please me, to try and convince me to give you that release. For the first few weeks at least...my toys never seem to last long; they tend to go insane after just a few weeks of playing with them."

"Let me fucking cum!" Kyras screamed. He couldn't stop himself from thrusting inside of her, couldn't control his body, couldn't think clearly.

"So energetic...sooo….ohhh...so...mmph…!!!" The Sorceress had to stop teasing him, just kept riding him, bouncing up and down on his cock with a quick, intense rhythm, brought herself to orgasm after orgasm. She sat up, straddling him like he was a horse, and let him do all the work, her large breasts swinging up and down with every thrust.

Time seemed to stand still, an eternity of torture, the torment getting worse and worse without really changing.

Finally, the Sorceress exhausted herself. She laid down on top of him, gave him a tender hug, his cock still buried deep inside of her. Kyras wanted to keep thrusting, but he knew by now that would only make it worse.

He'd been beaten. He'd lost. He'd gone up against the most powerful spellcaster in the world and he'd lost not because he was too weak, but because not even his longest serving familiar felt a shred of loyalty to him. It was his evil actions that had brought this fate upon himself. He deserved everything he was getting and worse.

He only had one choice now.

"Please...I'm sor—"

"Now, Master, knock her out!"

The voice came from the corner of the room, Shiki's invisibility spell wearing off and revealing her, her eyes shut tight so that she wouldn't accidentally catch a glimpse of his cock and hypnotize herself into uselessness. Before he had time to try and make sense of it, he felt her order spur his body into action. Knocking her out, he knew of just one method. His hands were tied, but lucky for him he had one more limb that was still buried deep inside of her.

" Touch of Sleep !"

All of the frustration and regret and desire that had been building up since he'd awoken was channeled and turned into arcane energy, then fired like a rocket out of his cock. The Sorceress stiffened up. At her best, she'd be able to resist such an attack. But the sex had left her drained and exhausted, lulled her into feeling safe and secure and content. And she'd never had to deal with a touch attacking hitting her there of all places.

"No...I'd won...I'd…"

The Sorceress fell over, snuggling up against him, deeply asleep and unconscious. He noted with some amusement that she was snoring lightly. With as much power as he'd poured into that spell, nothing short of a limb being cut off would wake her back up, and she'd be out like a light for the next week if he did nothing.

The emotion-fueled magic expelled from his body didn't feel pleasurable like an orgasm, but it did leave him feeling wiped out and at least a bit sated. He was thinking clearly again.

"Shiki, you brilliant. We did it! Hurry up and get these ropes off of me so I can play with this girl, she nearly drove me crazy back there."

A light, aristocratic laugh answered him from the other corner of the room, and he turned to see the Sorceress's own familiar Lilith materialize out of the thin air, "Oh ho ho...silly little mortal. You're not the one calling the shots here."

Chapter 37: Before the Night Before the Final Showdown

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Also last night...

"Yeah, okay, I'm in. Just uh...don't tell anyone back in Hell what I've been up to, okay?"

"Deal."

"So what's the plan?" Shiki asked, rubbing her hands together conspiratorially.

"No matter what, he would have lost to the Sorceress. No wizard can match a Sorcerer. But we're going to get you into her good graces before she has a chance to put him down herself. You'll trigger him and make him give up, and that'll be the show of good faith she needs to trust you. Uh...you don't mind if I…?"

Shiki tilted her head to the side, not knowing what the much taller succubus was asking until she saw the look in her eyes, "Fine, sure. Go ahead."

"Thanks! I've been watching these in the scrying pool for so long and I've wanted a taste forever." Lilith went down to her knees, putting her closer to eye to eye with the shortstack shikigami, then shamelessly helped herself to two big, overflowing handfuls of Shiki's breasts.

Shiki knew that even among demons, the succubi were the most sex-obsessed, so she just had to put up with it, "Nnngh...if any of those scryings were leaked to Hell, I'm gonna be really pissed."

Lilith popped Shiki's nipple out of her mouth, gave it a light bite, "Don't worry. It's just my own private collection. Now then...once you've joined, we can look for a way to get the Sorceress to let her guard down. She'd never admit it to anyone, even me, but she's obsessed with large cocks."

"Once she sees your Master's, she's going to go crazy for it. After she tires herself out, that'll give us the perfect chance to strike. We just need a single spell powerful enough to get through her defenses."

"Leave that to me. My Master has been practicing a spell with just enough juice for the job."

"Mhm? I couldn't see anything going inside that pocket mansion of yours. What was it?" Lilith leaned down and kissed Shiki, pulling the back of the smaller girl's head close against her as her long tongue explored her mouth and throat.

A psychic connection was formed between the two demons, and Shiki was able to share her memory of Kyras's training with his special sleep spell, using Taalia as a guinea pig over and over.

When Lilith pulled away, a long thin trail of saliva connected their lips, "Oh my...that'll work just perfectly…"

"Look at her. She has just the dumbest face when she's sleeping, doesn't she?" Lilith said as she poked the Sorceress's cheek.

"It's far too peaceful for my liking." Kyras said as he rubbed at his sore wrists, still red and raw from how much he'd struggled against the bindings.

"Oh, we'll be changing that for sure. I've had such a long time to think of all sorts of wonderful little torments for my former Mistress." Lilith said as she laid shoulder to shoulder with the sleeping Sorceress and fingered herself.

"And what about me? What have you got planned for me?" Kyras asked. Much to his frustration, Shiki's hypnotic control still bound him. He couldn't use his magic without her permission, still hadn't cum, and he'd gone from the hell of being the Sorceress's slave to being the plaything of two demons...one of whom had every reason to inflict an even worse revenge on him than the Sorceress could have ever imagined.

"You? You're gonna fuck me! I absolutely adore your cock! I fell in love with it from the very first moment I saw you fucking Shiki with it, and I've just been drooling over it more and more every day!" Lilith moaned out obscene enough to make a priest cum in his pants as she orgasmed, giggled, "And don't worry, unlike my former Mistress, I take excellent care of my pets. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

Somehow, the smug condescension rankled him up just as much as the Sorceress had, "I'm not anyone's pet."

"Is that so? Shiki, dear~ I think you need to remind our pet just who is in charge." Lilith said as she sat up on the bed.

Shiki had a wide grin on her face, "I couldn't agree more. Kyras, Lilith, I think it's time that you both remember who's the boss !"

Also also last night...

The moment that Lilith had revealed herself to Shiki, the shikigami had reached out through her psychic bonded connection to wake up Kyras. Through their link, he'd been able to listen and see their whole conversation while he was sneaking through the mansion towards her.

"Oh my...that'll work just perfectly…" Lilith said, "Okay, before I go, would you care to fuck? All this scheming and plotting has me wet enough to put out a forest fire."

"Dominate Demon!"

Kyras recited the spell from the doorway. After learning about Lilith from Angelica and Taalia, he had been preparing a countermeasure against her as well. And since he could practice all he liked with Angelica, he had been able to fine tune the spell to be super effective against succubi in particular.

The spell hit Lilith and to his delight—but not much to his surprise—the traitorous succubi didn't put up much of a fight, "Oh yesss...this is what I was...nnngh…"

Lilith trailed off as the spell fully took hold of her mind. Her mischievous expression flattened out and she stood silent and still, awaiting orders.

"So what's this about having a trigger to put me under?" Kyras asked Shiki.

Shiki's ears burned, "During your fight with that vampire...I saw a chance and I took it. I was going to be the boss, make you really pay for all the torture you put me through, but…"

"But…?"

"I like it, okay? It's fun. It feels awesome! I'm a dirty slut who loves getting bullied, loves getting brainwashed by just the sight of your cock, loves getting my brains fucked out, and loves being your slave! There! You happy?" Shiki had never been more embarrassed in her life. Is that what it felt like to confess?

"Haha, wow, that's so embarrassing!" Kyras doubled over laughing at her, and Shiki had to cover her face up until he calmed down.

"Ugh...you're the worst! The absolute worst!" Shiki screamed at him.

"Hah…" Kyras let out a happy sigh, then rubbed the top of Shiki's head, "Yeah, there's no doubt about that. But don't worry. You're always going to be my favorite."

"Ew, don't be gross." Shiki said as she swatted his hand away. She sounded just as surly as she usually did, but even she couldn't hide the smile she was wearing.

"But back to business. What do we do about this?" Kyras gestured to the blanked out succubus.

"If she doesn't return, the Sorceress is going to be on her guard and that will make things ten times harder. But she had a good plan."

"Throw the fight? I don't think I'm that good of an actor." Kyras could lie through his teeth, but letting others get the upper hand, pretending to be beaten and broken? It was a whole other thing.

"Well...what if you weren't faking?" Shiki had an idea.

"What do you mean? Something like...oh no. Oh don't you fucking dare. Shiki, I fucking order you—"

" Sleepytime For You ." Shiki said with a wide grin, "Trust me. It's gonna be much easier this way."

"And besides…" She whispered under her own breath, "...it'll give you another reason to punish me later."

Chapter 38: The REAL Final Showdown

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Shiki had a wide grin on her face, "I couldn't agree more. Kyras, Lilith, I think it's time that you both remember who's the boss !"

Shiki had given Lilith and Kyras the same trigger last night. For Lilith, it brought her back into a programmable hypnotic trance as she remembered being enslaved by the pair last night. She stood in place, her arms limp at her side and her lips curling up in a dumb smile; at the subconscious level, she was loving what was happening to her, even if her conscious mind had been completely shut off.

For Kyras though, it restored his memory and freed him of Shiki's control.

Kyras just stood there confused for a long moment as the memories came rushing back, "Holy crap. Do you know how much fucking torture that was, not being able to cum inside of her cunt?"

Shiki rolled her eyes, "Are you asking me if I know what it's like to be kept in orgasm denial in spite of mind-blowing pleasure and rough sex?"

Kyras had done that to her so many times she'd lost count.

"...fair point. Just be glad it worked. This so-called Sorceress really did let her guard down, and that's why she lost." Kyras cracked his knuckles as he stood over the Sorceress, "Even then, in that ideal scenario, with me pushed to my limit and her at her lowest point, I think the spell barely went through. If this was anything close to a fair fight, we wouldn't have stood a chance. Not even Taalia was this powerful."

Kyras placed his hand possessively over the Sorceress's neck, let his arcane energy flow, "But as a sleeping beauty? Oh, she's just too helpless. This is just too easy. Collar of the Mage Slave ."

A collar similar to the one he'd imagined had been around his throat while hypnotized had appeared in reality around the Sorceress's throat. It would seal her magic and only let her use it through him.

He next placed two fingertips underneath her navel, " Rune of Submission ."

A glowing runic tattoo formed. This one would make disobeying him impossible. Trying to escape would be impossible. Trying to hurt him, impossible. And every time she obeyed him, she'd feel tingles of pleasure that made it easier to just obey the next time.

He grabbed her wrists, " Chains of Found Property ."

Two thing golden bracelets appeared around her wrists. These would twist her perception and common sense. Convince her that she was property. His property. That she was an object and that her sole purpose was to serve him.

Next came the ankles, " Shackles of Binding ."

These came in the form of leather cuffs, and though they looked comfortable and delicate, they were more durable than dragon leather. They were his ace in the hole. They would siphon off the Sorceress's own magic and use it to make the rest of his enchantments permanent. The best cleric and wizard in the world working together wouldn't be able to dispel his magic and free her. She was his slave now and forever.

" Piercings of Overflowing Milk ."

That last one had absolutely nothing to do with making sure she was bound to his will. He simply wanted her breasts to be bigger and lactating. He could admit to himself that she was indeed perfect and beautiful in every way, that inflating her already large, heavy chest any more could only diminish that perfection. But that was exactly why he saw the appeal in corrupting her, bringing her lower.

Kyras sat at the edge of the bed, catching his breath. Aside from the last one, each of those spells had as much power as he could possibly pour into them, and using them one after the other was exhausting.

But the hard work was over. Now it was time to reap the fruits of his labor.

"Hey, Shiki, look at this."

Curious as always, Shiki walked around the bed to see what he wanted to show her, and when she came within arm's reach, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her towards his crotch, his cock pushed up against her face.

"Nnng...cock…" Shiki went into trance as she always did upon seeing it, which left just one more girl to get ready for the party.

" Awaken ."

The powerful sleep spell faded away into nothing, and the eyes of the Sorceress opened up. With all the layers of mind control he'd subjected her to, her eyes were a mix of glowing hearts and black spirals, "Yes, Master. I am...your slave is awake."

"No more of this 'Sorceress' bullshit. What's your real name?" Kyras asked as he grabbed her collar and guided her off the bed, to get on her knees on the floor before him.

"Morgana, Master." She said as she nuzzled up against his cock.

"You've been quiet the naughty girl, haven't you, Morgana?" Kyras said.

The Sorceress...Morgana...whimpered, "Yes, Master. Your slave needs to be punished. Please punish this one. With your cock, if you would be so merciful."

"Well, if you insist…"

Kyras put her back on the bed, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, down on her back, head on the pillow. He raised up her legs and let her ankles rest on his shoulders as he got on top of her, forcing her hips off the mattress.

His cock slid in easily to her perfect wet cunt, and then he let gravity push him all the way deep inside.

"Oh Master…!"

"Ah, ah, ah. No cumming." Kyras was smiling ear to ear, savoring this revenge.

"Yes, Master! Forgive this one!" Morgana cried out. Kyras made a point of adding an exception to any orgasm denial rules when it came to his cock. Resisting such a command, fighting against that kind of pleasure, it could cause a lot of stress on a poor girl's mind. It could break them. Only immortals like Shiki could take that kind of punishment and walk away without any lasting damage to their psyche.

He was fine with doing a bit of damage to her mind though. After what she'd put him through, it was only fair.

With her pinned underneath him to the mattress, he started to fuck her. He used hard, brutal thrusts, letting her thighs and the soft mattress bounce him back up so he could come down hard. There were few positions like this mating press where he could fully indulge himself, pour every ounce of his energy into fucking her.

"Mnnngh...feelsh so good...sho good...soo so shooo goood!!!" Morgana cried out, tugging on the cursed black rings piercing her nipples, milk trickling down her voluptuous chest. Her neck was craned back into the pillow, her mouth was hanging open with her tongue out, and her eyes were filled with a heady mix of wildness and devotion.

"Goddamn you're such a hot fucking slut!" Reducing her like that just made Kyras's cock harder, harder than it'd been in months, years. He didn't hold himself back, didn't try and prolong things, he came as soon as the pleasure had built up enough, flooding her womb with his potent seed. The torture he'd felt at her hand, all that teasing, had left him ready to explode, and he filled her with so much cum her belly was swollen up with it, sticking out until her breasts were resting against it as though she were well along in her pregnancy.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her close as he emptied every drop inside of her. If she was fertile, he was sure he'd just made her pregnant. Even if she wasn't, he had a feeling that didn't matter with the virile force of his orgasm.

Sated, he rolled over, resting his head on the pillow, then caught his breath.

"Hahhh...hooo...see, Shiki? What'd I tell you? Coming here was the best decision I've ever made." Kyras said with a big dumb grin on his face.

"Yes...Master...best...decision…" Shiki answered, reminding him that he'd kept her and the succubus in a trance while he'd enjoyed his first round with the Sorceress.

Looking at the blank-faced shikigami, he couldn't help but feel genuine affection for her. As much as she'd like to talk of hating him and promises of betrayal, she'd proven loyal to him even when given the chance to have her well-deserved revenge. She had been instrumental in conquering all ten floors, and even the defeat of the Sorceress had relied on her help.

"Maybe I should tone down those curses. If anyone deserves it, it's her." He mused to himself, "But on the other hand...goddamn do I love the way she looks. Fun-sized and stupid busty. Just looking at her bimbo blank face is making me hard."

He called Shiki to join him on the bed, get down on all fours, and as he entered her from behind, he snapped his fingers in front of her face, breaking the cocknosis-induced trance, "Got a question for you, Shiki."

"Wuh...wha...whoa?!" Shiki came back to awareness with the overwhelming feeling of his cock plunged deep inside of her, "Oh fuck...it's even bigger than I remembered!"

"Heh. That's because it is bigger. Seems like it grows a little bit every time I Level Up. But pay attention." He gave her ass a good slap, her soft flesh jiggling for a few seconds after the impact, "You did good. I'm thinking I ought to reward you."

"Mmmf...yes...your cock is so fucking amazing, hail Satan I missed it so much!" Shiki cried, her arms giving out so that she was being supported only by her giant breasts and her face against the sheets.

"Well no, I'm just fucking you because you're so gosh darn cute. The reward is something different." Kyras said with a laugh.

"Mmmnnf...yeah? What...what kind of...ohhhh...reward?" Shiki tried to keep her voice level, but the moans and gasps wouldn't stay quiet.

"How about it? Want your futa cock back? Or maybe you'd like to stop being such a shortstack? I could even give you a bit of time off, let you do whatever you'd like with the power you've gained from our link, or maybe—"

"More cock! Fuck! More cooock!" Shiki interrupted, drooling all over the sheets.

Kyras barked out a quick laugh, pulling out and sliding his cock between her asscheeks so she could calm down enough to hold a conversation, "Told you, this wasn't part of the reward!"

"I know! I just...I want more cock! Fuck me!" Shiki turned around and tackled him onto his back, getting into a cowgirl position and burying his cock back inside of her hot, dripping cunt once more, "Not just today, every day! I don't care how big your harem gets, if you can just fuck me once a day...that's all I need!"

'

He rubbed the cock bulge on her belly, squeezed her massive jugs as he considered, "I think I can live with that. Of course, that means sticking with this perverted body I gave you."

"Hmph...d-don't care about that...nnghh...anymore!" Shiki said as she rested her hands on his abs and started twerking her full ass while riding his cock, the rapid movements making Kyras hiss at the rush of pleasure.

"Then it's a deal!" He flipped her onto her back once more, fucked her with big, scooping movements, lifting her hips off the bed with every thrust, "And not a bad deal. With all these hot bitches now in the harem, don't think anyone else is going to be that lucky. Except maybe the so-called Sor…"

Kyras felt himself thrown off the bed. No, the bed was exploding and tossing him off with it. He and Shiki bounced off the floor and groaned together, not understanding the situation.

Where the bed had been, the Sorceress was floating in the air. Her hair was streaming wildly behind her and her eyes were glowing, dark red arcane energy leaking out and floating up like tears from a blood red sun.

"You brute! You monster! You worm!" The Sorceress said with an accusing finger pointed towards Kyras. They watched as the runes burned away, and then the bindings shattered like broken glass, until the piercings popped.

"No way. Impossible. I had you!" Kyras was in disbelief. Everything he knew about magic was telling him that what she'd just done shouldn't have worked, that no one could be that powerful, "What did you fucking do?!"

"Simpleton. Did you really think you were a match for me? Do you not understand the difference between a mere hedge wizard and a Sorceress?" Morgana's rage twisted and condensed into pure smug condescension, enjoying the way Kyras's composure was rapidly crumbling.

"No. There has to be an explanation. This has to be a trick of some kind!" Kyras said.

"Does it?" Morgana replied, "Or am I just that much better than you?"

Chapter 39: Kyras the Sorcerer

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Also also also last night…

The Sorceress slept peacefully in her bed. She enjoyed wearing large, fluffy pajamas and thick, fuzzy socks at night. She slept alone, her limbs sprawled out all over the mattress, the blanket pulled up over her knees.

It was a fitful sleep. With the room dead silent, her deep breathing could just be heard, a small hint of snoring every now and again as she tossed fitfully. She was deep asleep and dreaming pleasant dreams.

While Lilith, Shiki, and Kyras were all plotting and scheming, she slept. She was the Sorceress. It mattered not what those beneath her might try. None had the power to stand up to her.

She was just that good.

"This is bullshit! You're cheating! I had you, I won!" Kyras screamed at the Sorceress. His hands were clenched at his side and for the first time in his life, he was feeling genuine terror. The kind of terror that made his heart pound in his chest and his legs shake.

"I will say this. You came closer than anyone else since my rise to power. If you were a warrior or a rogue, you might have won. Fighting with blades or poison. But only a fool fights a Sorcerer with magic. I am magic." Morgana touched back to the floor, then raised her palm up towards Kyras.

" Die ."

She wasn't casting a spell. Instead, pure arcane energy twisted space between herself and Kyras and then struck him squarely in the chest. He was pushed back into the wall so hard the stone bricks cracked. The air had been knocked out of his lungs and even if there was a spell he could try, he knew it wouldn't work. He'd already used his best spell in the best possible of circumstances and it'd done nothing to her.

Now? When she was at the height of her power, when he couldn't even get the words out? It was over.

"God...damn...it…" Kyras muttered as he felt the enchantments on his robes fraying, his last line of defense before he was turned into a bloody smear on the wall. No, worse than that. He could feel the impact from her magic down to his soul. The attack was as much astral as it was physical, and as soon as his defenses gave out, he had no doubt his very soul would be torn apart and destroyed.

"Serves you right. You're the enemy of all women, and you've walked this earth for too long. Never again will--nngh!"

Kyras collapsed to the floor as the arcane beam of energy shot upwards, carving a line in the ceiling, and he saw that the Sorceress was rubbing her ass. They both looked and saw Shiki wielding a heavy, spiked metal bat that must have weighed three times as much as she did, "I might not have a blade but this oughta crush your skull in just as nice!"

"Hah, nice one, Shiki, now—"

Just as Kyras was getting his hopes back up, Morgana turned her beam of pure arcane energy onto Shiki. The shikigami was durable, but she wasn't wearing enchanted magical clothing, just her normal tigerfur bikini top and loincloth. With no protection, the magic sliced cleanly through her midriff, cutting the demon in half.

"Shiki!"

"Forget about me, boss. Focus on the prize." Shiki said as she dropped to the floor, her body bisected in half. There wasn't any blood or gore; her conjured body wasn't that complex. She had just been cut in half like a magic trick, and her legs were already turning back into smoke, "If you don't collar that bitch I swear to all seven hells, I'm gonna—"

The sorceress widened the beam, large enough to engulf Shiki completely, and Kyras watched as Shiki screamed, watched as she was wiped out of existence.

In their time together, he'd put her in harm's way more times than he could count. She'd been rolled over by boulders, crushed by falling ceilings, riddled with arrows, stabbed by daggers, turned to stone by basilisks, even eaten by lamia. But the durable shikigami had always been able to come back from it, her immortal soul respawning back in hell where he could summon her once more.

This time was different. He could feel the connection between them sever, the familiar presence in the back of his head vanishing.

She was gone.

"Good riddance. A ridiculous bimbo like her had no place among my subordinates." The Sorceress sneered with disdain, "Now where were we? Oh yes... Die ."

The beam hit Kyras once more, striking him in the head, snapping it back and making it bounce painfully against the wall before the angle widened and kept him pinned there. He could barely hear the sound of his robes fraying and ripping apart over the roar of the wave of pure magic eating him alive.

It should have been burning worse than being dropped into a pool of lava, but the wave of magic felt...dull. Kyras's mind was still fixated on Shiki.

"I should have treated her better...or...no, she'd have hated that." He laughed to himself. That was what made her special. He had added hundreds of girls to his harem. Dragons, angels, and slimes. Vampires, golems, and goblins. Fairies, elementals, and more. The most beautiful and exotic females in the world, all of them dedicated solely to his pleasure.

But Shiki had been the only one just as corrupt as him. He might have twisted her mind up, brainwashed her more times than he could count, and humiliated her with the most demeaning tasks he could think of...but every step of the way, he could feel through their Master and Familiar bond that it was just what she was looking for. She had joined him, stayed with him all this time not because he'd forced her, but because she wanted to of her own free will.

She'd been the only real friend he had in this world.

She'd been his only friend and he'd let her down. Taken her for granted, dragged her on this insane quest, and now he'd gotten her worse than killed. The fact that he was following along right behind her almost brought some measure of comfort to him.

The last of his robes burned away and he could feel pure magic battering down upon him, felt his sense of self start to fracture like a drop of paint into the ocean.

"Just do it, you bitch…" Kyras said through gritted teeth.

"My pleasure, you misogynist waste of space!"

The Sorceress redoubled the intensity of her attack, Kyras took in a deep breath, closed his eyes, and braced himself for oblivion…

...waited for it…

...dreaded it…

...started to become impatient.

His eyes opened back up. The thick stone brick wall was crumbling behind him. The whole room looked like a hurricane had gone through it, and the Sorceress's forehead was beaded with sweat from her effort, both her palms thrust towards him, her hair whipping wildly behind her.

And it wasn't hurting him at all.

What had she said to him?

Only a fool fights a Sorcerer with magic.

Memories flashed in front of him. Learning new spells without regard for formula. Using them without preparation. Improvising a spell to turn a golem into silicone. Convincing a vampire that he was his own holy object. Dominating a dragon in direct combat. And now, even though he was being exposed to the destructive force of pure arcane magical energy...he was fine. Better than fine, he felt as if he were standing in a heavy, relaxing shower.

He'd always thought of himself as the most capable wizard there was. But there had been a whole other explanation looking him in the face all this time.

He wasn't a wizard at all.

He was a Sorcerer.

"I don't understand...why won't you die…?" The Sorceress Morgana had winded herself, her perfect features twisting up into a grimace, "Why. Are. You. Smiling?!"

Kyras didn't answer. Instead, he focused on the sensation of the magic cascading over him. It was battering against him like wind and rain, but was he more than just immune to it? He opened himself up, embraced the magic...and felt himself start to draw it in.

"No, how...that's impossible! Only a...only a…" Too late, the Sorceress realized Kyras's nature as well. Immediately, she recoiled away, the beam of pure magic she'd been firing from her hands vanishing.

But he'd already established that connection. He'd already gotten a feeling for it. Relying on pure intuition, he stepped towards her and could feel her magic being drawn towards him, siphoning it away like water down a drain.

She backed away from him, her composure crumbling as he saw her start to become afraid, "You won't beat me! You can't...I'm a Sorceress...I'm THE Sorceress. I won't be beaten by an idiotic, misogynistic...shortsighted…"

Kyras continued walking towards her, the condescending, impish grin back on his face, "Yeah. You will be. In fact..." He reached forward and grabbed her between the legs. He felt as strong as a giant with all the arcane energy he'd absorbed from her and he easily forced her up onto her tiptoes as he roughly squeezed and rubbed her vulnerable cunt, "You just have."

The Sorceress bit the bottom of her lip, covered her mouth. Whatever she had to say to him, she couldn't risk opening her mouth or more moans would leak out. She squirmed. In her fury, she had exhausted most of her magical reserves before he'd taken what was left. It would take her hours, maybe days to recover. Until then, she was just as helpless as any other woman.

"You lost. Say it." Kyras demanded as his other hand roughly squeezed down on her breast.

"Nnnng…" She shivered, trembled, and he could feel a fresh squirt of juice from between her legs. She might have hated him, hated the situation she was in, but her body was loving it, "I...I lost. N-now what?"

Kyras knew she was too dangerous. Every spell he'd tried on her, she'd broken through without any trouble at all. If he let her live, he had no doubt he'd be waking up to a dagger in his throat. It was her own foolishness that had led to her trying to kill him with magic, and she wouldn't make that mistake twice.

But even though he was a depraved and perverted monster whose soul was twisted black, he still had a few principles, and killing a helpless woman went well against those. He just needed a way to keep her on ice while he figured out a more permanent solution.

"Now, you can just relax. You did a good job. I'll admit it, I got lucky. But it's over now. Don't you just want to enjoy yourself for a little bit?" His fingers worked the insides of her folds, pushing in and out at a rhythmic pace, and to his delight, he felt her start to rock her hips against his hand.

"Mmm...I'll never forgive you...this isn't over...I'll never be your slave." She said, but it wasn't convincing as she clung to him and finally let herself moan and whimper. The excitement of the battle and the thrill of her defeat had her aroused, and as much as she might hate the idea, he was about to make her cum all over his fingers.

"Never say never. But I'll need to do a bit of research before I give it another shot." He wasn't sure if this would work, but he had a good feeling about it. He let the energy inside of him build, focused on the image clearly, then pushed it inside of her. Just as she was about to cum, he cast the spell, " Frozen in Time ."

Morgana's voice stopped in mid orgasmic bliss. Stepping away, he looked at her. She was still on her toes, her center of balance off without him supporting her but still hanging suspended in the air as if she were frozen in a block of ice. He gave her breast a slap and watched as it jiggled in glacially slow motion. Her body hadn't been fully frozen, he could tell, but she'd been slowed down five hundred times the normal speed. It would take her at least a day to recover, but with that spell, the day would stretch into a year, and if she started casting a new spell, he'd have hours to counter it.

He bent her over, moving her body parts as if she were a poseable doll, opened up her mouth and shoved his cock inside.

There were a few other benefits to having her frozen like this. He was looking forward to undoing the spell. All the pleasure he was going to give her in the meantime would catch up with her all at once. It would be quite the sight to see.

But for now, there was other business to attend too.

Chapter 40: Saving the Princess

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The royal princess Sylina had spent all this time confined to her room at the final floor of the tower. She had been the whole reason Kyras had come on this quest in the first place. There was a reward of three-hundred gold pieces waiting for him if he returned her to the kingdom. That and the stories of her beauty had been what tempted him to come to the Tower.

Now?

She was more of an afterthought.

But he wasn't going to leave low-hanging fruit like that unpicked. After conjuring up a new set of robes to wear--he'd need to spend the time to Enchant them with defenses later--he summoned his Bag of Holding and stored away the Sorceress, then headed towards the final room of the Tower.

When he entered the room, he saw her laying on her stomach in bed, reading a book while dressed in nothing but a transparent nightie and skimpy pair of lacy panties. She was facing away from him, and clearly expecting someone else, she said, "Today is the day, isn't it? That Seal feels like it's so weak you could knock it off with a feather. Just try not to mess it up today. Once you finally break that seal, I can get out of this godsforsaken tower and back to the life of luxury I deserve."

"What's all this about a seal?" Kyras asked.

Spooked by the unfamiliar voice, Sylina dropped her book, rolled over, and nearly fell off the bed in the process, "Who the hell are you?!"

"Kyras the wiz...well, I guess I ought to go by Kyras the Sorcerer now. I came here to pick you up." He said, giving his most dashing smile.

"...you? You look like a creep. And you smell kind of funny." The Princess said without a hint of gratitude.

"Yeah, it turns out, I'm a lot better at playing the role of the villain." Kyras said with a good-natured laugh, " Dominate Person ."

He felt a powerful resistance as he hit her with the spell, the sensation uncomfortable, painful, and surprising like stubbing a toe, but then there was a strong jolt and the sound of exploding glass. Whatever defense the Princess had keeping her from being enslaved had been worn down by the Sorceress, and his spell had been the final push that was needed.

Kyras let himself down onto her bed and breathed out a long sigh of relief, "Time for a break. Princess slave, give me the longest, slowest blowjob you can."

"...Yes...Master…"

Kyras laced his hands behind his head as he relaxed. A Princess. A Sorceress. With the resources he had now, he could take over the Princess's kingdom by brute force. Or he could be a sneak about it and have Sylina act as his sleeper agent. Or he could leave these lands and find a new quest to keep him occupied. He might even research and look if there was a way for him to go home, back to his own world.

He thought over all the possibilities in front of him. He could do anything.

So why did it all sound so boring?

Chapter 41: Epilogue

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One Week Later

"I still don't see why you're doing this. You have me already." Lilith said with a pout as Kyras etched out the runes in his workshop with a stick of chalk.

"And me." Angelica agreed. The two succubi were hugging each other, fingers deep inside each other's cunts, Angelica's lips softly kissing at Lilith's neck, "Don't we get you hard, Master?"

"Don't get me wrong. You two are great. My two best sextoys." Kyras took out the bag of purified salt and drew a ring around the runes with the coarse salt, "But I need a familiar that can grow with me. If I really am a Sorcerer, then it only makes sense to get a shikigami that can take full advantage of all that magic growing inside of me."

The two succubi looked at each other. They knew the real reason Kyras was doing this. Ever since capturing the Tower, he'd been listless and lazy, not wanting to get out of bed, postponing on all his plans for future conquest.

Even though he was surrounded by a beautiful harem, he was still lonely, and brainwashed as they were, they couldn't give him what he was looking for.

"Yes, Master. Oh, maybe a pink one this time?" Lilith said as she floated over his shoulder.

"I think a flat one might be cute." Angelica suggested.

"Let's just see what we get on the first try, shall we?" Kyras said as he stood up, backed away from the summoning circle, then started chanting.

Since discovering that he was a Sorcerer, he realized that he didn't need the chants or the runes or anything else. His magic was based on his desires and his imagination, and as long as he could focus, he could perform most any spell he could think of. But with something this complicated, having everything laid out made things far easier. He just needed to provide the mana for the spell and let the circle do the rest. And focus. He needed a new familiar. A new shikigami. Maybe one that was a bit like his last one...

"Summon Demonic Familiar!"

The small circle on the floor was consumed by a roaring pillar of fire, the flames splashing against the ceiling as the room went from cold and damp to hot and dry as a desert. Kyras shielded his face with his arms as he waited for the flames to die down, so he heard her rather than saw her first.

"How did a runt kid like you even bring me here?"

There, in the circle, standing all of three feet tall with breasts far too big for her small curves, hands on her extra-wide hips, wasn't just any shikigami.

"Shiki?! What the fuck! You died! You...did die, right?"

"Just a bit. Turns out that hell for a demon is heaven...and oh god, I could not get out of there soon enough."

Kyras looked at the former angel Angelica, who nodded, "On that plane, all souls are put on the path towards enlightenment and away from the temptation of worldly desires."

"Which meant no sex, no food, no drugs…" Shiki added.

"Oh wow. Now I'm actually glad I sold my soul to a demon and am headed for Hell." Kyras said with a grin.

"Though...merely being in Heaven should have purified your soul immediately, as surely as dropping a torch into the ocean would quench its flame. It is most unusual for—"

"That's the spirit, boss!" Shiki interrupted Angelica, distracted Kyras with a slap on his backside, "Now tell me what I missed? What's next in our plans for world domination? How much did you end up crying over me?"

Kyras picked Shiki up from behind, lifting her with his hands just under her armpits so he could carry her over and deposit her upon an empty table, "Plenty of time for that later. You're still just as disrespectful as ever, and need a bit of discipline to remember your place."

Giggling as she flattened on the table, most of her weight distributed on her breasts, Shiki spread her legs and raised up her hips, "Good idea! Maybe afterwards I'll tell you just what kind of deal I had to strike to not end up a chubby cherub."

Kyras had a feeling that whatever Shiki wasn't telling him was going to be a huge headache and a major ordeal, maybe even more of a challenge than the Sorceress had been.

But as he plunged his cock into her wet and waiting pussy, he didn't mind that at all.

At least it wouldn't be boring!