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by Jokiba

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31. Shota Quest

Shota Quest

SexAndSorcery

Summary:

When a new Hero is summoned to the high fantasy world of Juvenal, his zealous crusade destroys the lives of three young boys. Follow Moku'un, Kotaro and Asmodai as they embark on an epic quest to reclaim their loved ones, taken hostage by the so-called Hero. In their adventure they will travel far, face mighty foes, and fuck LOTS of sexy women. Find out if these three kids have what it takes to defeat their enemies, rescue their families and save the world!

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Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - Game Start

Notes:

Hello dear reader.

What you may be about to read is a work of fiction that deserves some brief explanations:

First, this is as much porn as it is art. It should probably not be mistaken for erotica. It is smut. Stroke fiction. It contains a hefty amount of obscenity and departures from reality. You will find young boys with unrealistic endowments and young girls with overactive appetites. It is replete with dumb portmanteau such as "fuckpole", "nutsludge", "cockmeat", and "ballslop". Nonetheless it is heavy on plot, context, and world building. There are settings worth investing in, characters worth knowing, stories worth following. But if any of the prior qualities are not to your liking, I wish you all the best on your way to find a work that better suits your tastes.

Second, I wrote this work for myself. Its primary purpose is to satisfy my own literary desires, and it has done exactly that. I wrote this piece (and others like it) because I could not find the fiction I was looking for. It may have existed, but I could not locate it. And so I, like Thanos, took matters into my own hand. It is my hope that you, dear reader, will enjoy it as well. Know that this blend of subjects, kinks and tropes were hand picked and deliberately chosen, to create a work of fiction I wrote for myself and to myself.

Third: All content within this work is utter fiction. No piece of this work is based on real events. All characters are fictional and are not based on any real person's either living or dead. Any resemblance to the contrary is both thoroughly unintentional and purely coincidental.

And finally, please double check the tags on this work as I have done my best to make sure that all content is accounted for.

If the tags, kinks and subjects of this story are to your liking then I sincerely hope you enjoy this work. I put a lot of effort into its creation and thoroughly enjoyed the process of writing it. May it bring you as much joy as it has brought me.

Thank you.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

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Chapter 1 - Game Start

"Y-you're sure this isn't gay?"

Crackling firelight played over a secluded campsite nestled in the bluffs of the Bazonga Mountains. Quiet huffs and low childish moans issued from the camp's diminutive occupants as all three of them rubbed their huge, achingly hard cocks together.

"I told you before. Unless the balls touch or you hold hands and kiss, it can't be gay."

A wide tarp lay furled on the ground before the fire, atop which three young boys sat with their legs spread wide. Their smooth bodies were tangled together, knees locked over thighs and groins pressed to one another. Shifts and gyrations of their hips were accompanied by low quiet grunts, groans and shivers while they thrust toward each other again and again.

"I-I thought you said it w-wasn't gay if we wore socks?"

"Yeah."

"Or so long as w-we didn't make eye-contact."

"That's true too."

"But we're not wearing socks and you just looked me in the eye!"

"Will you two give it a rest!" a third voice chimed in, "Who cares if it's gay!?"

The three children paused to glance one to another.

The first and most nervous of the bunch was a red skinned oni boy, only ten-years-old. Silky white hair fell about his shoulders, and bounced in spikey bangs upon his brow. Two small horns protruded from his forehead just beneath his bangs. Bright gold eyes twinkled with nervous yet eager lust, as he chewed one full red lip between his slightly pointed teeth. He was a skinny little thing with slender biceps and wiry legs that quivered with every slow rock of his slim hips.

"I-I don't care at all!" the oni boy quipped.

"Then why didja ask Kotaro?" the third boy grinned.

He was a lanky green skinned orc child. At twelve-years-old the signature tusks of his people had yet to fully grow in. A head full of thick brown dreadlocks bounced around his ears and across his brow. His steel gray eyes shimmered with reflections of the firelight as he huffed lowly with pleasure and effort. A trio of jagged inked slashes decorated his left eye, while tattooed strings of orcish script scrolled across his neck.

"Cause Asmodai's confusing !" Kotaro accused, glaring at the second speaker.

"Am not," Asmodai scoffed, "You just gotta learn the rules is all."

The haughty brat bore dark brown skin, and a wickedly charming smile for an eleven-year-old. The black boy also sported horns, a pair of long ram spirals curling back from his brow. His dark hair was set into neat cornrows, which joined into a single thick braid that spilled down his back. A curling tail with a spade tip flicked to and fro behind him as his devilish eyes burned with lust and pride. His adorable features were heavily decorated with golden piercings. From the studs in his nose, lips and brows, to the rings in his ears and nipples.

"You are confusing!" Kotaro insisted, "Moku'un, tell him he's confusing!"

"Wouldja give it a rest?" the orc snapped huskily, "I'm tryin' to cum here!"

The three boys looked back to the purpose of their oddly arranged position. With their legs crossed over one anothers, their crotches were pressed together. Specifically, their cocks were firmly squeezed to one another's. A thick bronze ring encircled their combined bases, and it pulsed with magical power. A faintly shimmering sleeve of energy kept their twitching kiddie fuckpoles in firm contact, such that every shift or push from any of the boys made their needy kidcocks grind together.

Had anyone been watching, it would have been too obvious that all three boys were ludicrously well endowed for their ages. Moku'un's enormous green fucktool was a girthy cannon that was eleven inches long and three full inches wide. Dense veins bulged wrathfully along the verdant length, surmounted by an angry purple cockhead so fat it was almost thicker than his own fist. A firm shudder shook his heavy shaft, and a gluey dollop of overly thick, stinky orc-cum wept from his cumslit.

Easily the longest of the boys, Asmodai proudly spotted a full foot of rock hard fuckmeat. His big black boy cock was mercifully not so thick as Moku'un's, but was jaw-stretchingly dense nonetheless. A jacob's ladder piercing marked the inches across the underbelly of his cock, each barbell grinding against the other boys' dicks and making them moan. His dense black balls surged sluggishly, and a steaming orb of pre-nut spilled from his cocktip. The other two boys hissed and moaned when the stingingly hot demonic pre-cum spilled over their cocks, as if their sensitive fuckpoles had just been drizzled with hot wax.

The smallest of the boys might still have given a stallion a run for his money. Kotaro sported no less than ten inches of bright red, eagerly twitching boyhood. His cock lacked the heavy veining of the other boys, and was instead a smooth pillar of pulsating fuckmeat. Rounded nubs decorated the glans of his broad cockhead, which would become heavy spikes by the time he was a full grown ogre. Of all three boys his balls were certainly the densest. Smooth crimson cumtanks jiggled beneath the girth of his pulsing fucktool, overflowing even more rapidly than the other boys. Kotaro's pre-cum contributed the most to their lubrication, and a sloppy froth of pre-nut coated all their shafts, a mixture of the oni boy's leaking jizz and their own.

"Wh-why are we doing this again?" the oni boy moaned.

The bronze ring glowed and tightened. All three boys groaned as they helplessly thrust their cocks together. They couldn't help fucking the tight invisible sleeve that made sure their sensitive shafts stayed in full contact. Indeed they were less fucking the sleeve than they were rutting against each other's cocks. Shy though he was, even Kotaro couldn't deny that the other two boy's dense fuckpoles felt good grinding against his own massive boydick.

"I told you… ungh," Asmodai snapped, "It's a demon ritual bond. It'll give us… ungh, a psychic mind link. We're gonna need this for the mission tomorrow."

"Th-that sounds… made up…" Kotaro gasped as his cumslit flexed and spat yet another dollop of frothy pre-seed onto his friends seething dicks.

"Who cares if it is?" Moku'un groaned, his tongue lolling between his short tusks, "It feels gooood ."

"See?" Asmodai snickered, "Moku'un gets it. Now just remember… it only works if we all… ungh, cum at the same time."

"Th-that seems really gay!" Kotaro moaned, his jiggling balls tightening as his cock surged again.

"Are you guys close yet?" Moku'un huffed, "I'm gunna pop any second…"

"Almost there…" Asmodai nodded eagerly, "Oni boy's jus' laggin' behind."

"That's cause this is totally-!" Kotaro began to protest.

"Oh shut up !" Moku'un snarled.

A hand lashed out and caught the oni boys own. Green and red digits interlaced tightly and palms pressed together. Moku'un lunged forward and abruptly mashed his mouth to Kotaro's plush red lips. The ogre boy's eyes went wide and he gave a muffled squeak as the little orc shoved his tongue into his mouth. A protesting whine turned into a gurgled moan as Kotaro found himself heatedly making out with the other boy, their tongues winding and mashing as they thoroughly mixed their saliva.

"Oh s-shit!" Asmodai gasped as he watched the two boys go at it, "F-fuck gonna…!"

Three little mewls erupted as all three boys bucked their hips. Smooth multi-colored balls smashed together, thick cumfactories nuzzling each other affectionately as they unleashed their pent up bounty. The thick musky smell of boyseed suddenly wafted through the camp as their cocks erupted in synch. Heavy pillars of throbbing fuckmeat pulsed against each other, every twitch sending shivers through the others. Their orgasms triggered and enhanced each others. Every time one boy erupted, the others couldn't help but pulse and spew in answer.

The field generated by the brass ring captured the bulk of their essence. A hot bubble of cum began to form above their cocks. Their cumslits yawned wide as they each spewed into it, jizzing their brains out into a gluey glob of floating boynut. The thick stench of orc cum mixed with the oddly sweet smell of ogre seed, compounded by the boiling heat of demon jizz. But even the magic of the ring had limits. And the three little fuckstuds overloaded it.

The forcefield trembled as the sheer liquid pressure of their combined loads quickly overtaxed it. And when it could take no more, it burst. An explosion of hot mixed-up kidcum spewed in all directions, splattering all three boys with their combined jizz. Hot gasps and squeaks came from all of them as they just kept bucking and grinding, fucking against each other's cocks as hard as they could and pumping out the last of their cum.

Finally all three boys collapsed. Asmodai flopped onto his back, his mouth half-full of boyseed while the rest dribbled down his chest and face. Moku'un broke his kiss with Kotaro, only to lick a long streak of kidnut from the oni boy's blushing cheek. With a hungrily little grumble the orc turned on the collapsed Asmodai and gave the demon boy a kiss of his own. Asmodai mewled in surprise, then gave a sound of aggressive protest as he realized the orc was trying to steal his mouthful of jizz. Their tongues wrestled as they assertively slurped at each other's mouths, each greedily trying to drink the most of the cum pool before it was all gone. Finally Moku'un broke the sloppy kiss with a gasp and flopped backwards as well.

"Th-that… was definitely gay," Kotaro complained as he propped himself up on his elbows.

"It sure was," Moku'un giggled unrepentantly, "It's cool to do gay things sometimes. Doesn't mean ya can' still rail the hell outta some girls too."

"You'll both thank me… tomorrow," Asmodai's tail flicked back and forth, "You'll see. It'll come in handy."

"Uhm… what do we do about… that?" Kotaro gestured.

All three boys looked to where the bronze ring still joined them at the crotch. Their big twitching dicks stayed lodged firmly in its embrace. And all three of them were still ragingly, painfully hard. Kotaro tried to scoot backward, and gasped when the ring tightened again, ensuring that even with all their lubrication, he couldn't slide his steel hard dick out of the ring.

"Oh.. right," Asmodai sighed, "Forgot about that."

"'Bout what?" Moku'un questioned.

"Ring'll only let us go when all of us are empty," Asmodai snickered helplessly, "Which means we gotta go again."

"H-how many times do we gotta do it?" Kotaro asked.

"Until everybody's nuts are totally empty," Asmodai grinned.

"Ugh, d-demon magic!" Kotaro snorted with displeasure.

"Shut up n' fuck," Moku'un urged, "We gotta finish before the girls get back!"

Immediately the horny orc started thrusting his hips, grinding his fat fucklog against the other boys' cocks. Heated gasps and moans emerged from the campsite once more, as the three hung shota boys got right back to frotting their brains out.

Notes:

Welcome to Shota Quest! A sprawling sci-fi/fantasy adventure featuring precocious young boys with raging sex drives! I hope you've enjoyed this first chapter! There's a lot more to come!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 2: Chapter 2 - The Orc Islands

Summary:

In which we meet Moku'un Rakkajo, his big sister Khasha, and the adventure begins.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 2 - The Orc Islands

Six months ago…

"H-harder twerp!" a rough feminine voice groaned.

"Shut… ungh, up!" Moku'un snapped back, "I'm fucking as… nngh, hard as I can!"

The little green stud stood upon the handspun rug in his family's home. Rain laden storm winds blustered outside, but the inside of the stone dwelling was dry and warm. Beneath him curved the gorgeous expanse of green muscle and curves that was his elder sister. And she was just as stark naked as he was.

"Rrngh, fuck my ass like you mean it dweeb," the she-orc demanded huskily, "I wanna feel you in my… ungh, fucking guts."

"It's not my fault you're so tight you big chungus!" Moku'un bickered in return, "How'm I supposed to fit when you're… rrrngh, squeezing so hard!"

"Hrah, dad never had a problem," she snorted tauntingly.

To that Moku'un gave a juvenile snarl that was almost properly orcy. At least it would have been if his young voice wasn't so high pitched. The twelve year old orcling gripped his sister's thick ass cheeks, watching the wobbling globes bulge between his fingers. He had to admit, she was sexy as hell. He'd been popping boners around her ever since he could remember.

She was a brickhouse to be sure. Firmly toned definition marked every inch of her body. Except for her ass and her tits. Here it seemed she was nothing but jiggly softness, which bounced with every jostle of her magnificent body. The sweat that dripped off her emerald skin bore a sweet, musky scent that was driving the little boy wild and made his cock throb all the harder deep in her ass.

"You've already got half of it in Khasha," Moku'un groaned, "Can't I just cum already?"

"You better fucking not, pibsqueak!" his big sister growled, "You know better than to waste it in my ass. Before we're done… hrrn, you're gonna pack that nut in my womb. But first you're gonna shove every inch of that stupid fuckstick up my ass !"

There was almost a ten year difference in age between the two siblings. Khasha had spent her young life as an only child, only for their parents to pop out Moku'un when she was about nine. Incest was neither common nor normal among orcish people. But their family had never had such reservations. Khasha had been introduced to her father's enormous green cock the first time their parents caught her playing with herself. Moku'un had lost his virginity to their mother after soiling his sheets with his first wet dream.

"Fine, you big tiddy fuckcow!" the boy brattily slapped his big sister's fat ass, "You asked for it!"

His hips lunged forward and a loud clap echoed through the orcish family home. Khasha bit her lip to unsuccessfully hold back a moan. For all that she was giving her little brother shit, she had to admit she loved his huge cock. Her dad's dick had previously been the best she'd ever had. And she'd tried quite a few orc men from the nearby island communities. Nothing had topped daddy's big green meat for her. At least not until her parents had taken off to the war front, leaving her alone to babysit her little brother.

Now Moku'uns fat cock kept her satisfied. And her little brother's fucktool hit her in a whole different way. Maybe it was how young and eager he was. Or how fast and hard he could rut when he was really worked up. He certainly didn't fuck her as hard as their dad did. But the old man couldn't match the kid's raw energy. She'd likely never admit it to her little brother, but she was hooked on his dick.

"That's it kiddo!" she grinned back over her shoulder at him, "Take me like an orc!"

His hips dragged back and Khasha choked, her tongue lolling between her tusks. By the ancestors, he was gonna pull her inside out! She felt the wide flared glans of his cockhead catch on the inside rim of her butthole. A lock that was just as good as a knot might have been. The fact that her little brother's cock was so hard in her ass that he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to almost made her cum right then and there.

What did make her cum was when he shoved back in . And boy did he go deep! Moku'un bucked hard, and his hips met the fat globes of her ass again with a loud clap. Khasha choked breathlessly, unable to even shriek as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Ancestors yes, she needed that! Moku'un moaned over her as his fat dick twitched in her ass. He felt her cum on him. Felt her tight ass grip, squeeze and strangle his fuckmeat. Her hips bucked and rocked as her cunt squirted on the rug beneath them, her nails raking at the fibers while they rutted like carnal animals.

"Aaaugh f-fuuuck yesss!" she finally managed to cry out, "A-all of it kiddo! All of-!"

"Ungh!" Moku'un squeaked aloud.

The little orc shifted his grip. Both of his hands dug into his sister's hair. She kept hers shorter than his, a boyish bob that bounced around her ears. But there was just enough of her reddish dyed locks for him to grip. Little fingers pulled back hard and Khasha felt her scalp sting. She'd scold him later about improper hair-pulling technique. For now, she was way too turned on that he'd done it at all! Her spine bent like a bow and Moku'un at last had the leverage he needed to force his fat fuckstick balls deep into her asshole!

"Ghhuaagh!" she choked aloud.

Taut, trim abs bulged outward as the massive bulk of kidcock was suddenly stuffed all the way inside her. His unfairly thick underage fuckslab was right where she needed it. So deep that it was rearranging her guts to make room for him. She came again. Hard on the heels of the first climax. Moku'un groaned when he felt his sister unfairly orgasm on his throbbing pillar for the second time, while he hadn't even gotten to get off once yet.

Slowly they rocked together, the horny she-orc enjoying her little brother's twelve-year-old breeding tool. Her cunt was soaking his twitching, pent-up cumfactories, as if teasing his balls that she'd gotten to cum so much while they were still packed to the brim.

"Fuuuck yaaah…" she groaned drunkenly, "That's… ungh, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout…"

"You done yet?" Moku'un complained petulantly.

"What's wrong kid?" she google with sweet cruelty, "Balls turnin' purple?"

As if to answer, the fat log of kiddie fuckmeat in her guts lurched so hard it almost lifted her knees off the rug. The she-orc choked and groaned as her eyes rolled in her head. Fuck that was hot . But maybe she'd been too tough on the poor boy. He'd done a good job. It was time for her to be a good big sister.

"Alright… we gotta getcha outta my ass," she groaned, "Then I'll clean ya up and you can get to nuttin' in my puss. Sound fair?"

"Just… hurry," the little boy whined at her.

Pulling him out proved easier said than done. The kid was still raging hard. Stiffer than fucking steel. Proof of the raw orc-stud blood running in his veins. Slick inches of turgid green kidcock slowly dragged through her insides. And Khasha almost came on her little brother's big pent dick all over again. When the glans caught on her asshole again she groaned and wiggled her hips, sending her fat jiggling spheres of assmeat to wobbling.

"Urngh, pull harder," she huffed at him.

"I'm… ungh… trying!" he groaned, "A-ancestors, if you keep squeezing like that I'm gunna cum…!"

Shit, he really was too hard to pull out. As much as she wanted every drop of his stupidly thick kiddy cum in her unprotected womb, that goal was starting to seem impractical. He wouldn't soften up at all until he'd cum. So there was only one thing for it.

"Rrgh fine…" she groaned, "Ugh this is gonna be so gross…"

"I-I'm sorry," he stammered an apology.

"Don't be.." she huffed, "Look just… just fuck that nut out okay? Hard as you need to. You've… ungh… you've earned it."

"Are you sure?" he asked her, his huge dick trembling in her ass, each shudder making her eyes roll as it yanked her sensitive muscle ring to and fro, "Whenever I splooge in your ass, it…"

"I know what happens, twerp!" she grunted at him, "Just… fucking do it… ungh, while I'm still horny enough to be into it!"

Moku'un didn't need to be told twice. For all that his big sister complained about it, his favorite place to cum was ball deep in her enormous ass. Those huge jiggling spheres of thick green assmeat were a constant distraction. Getting to jam his whole cock between them and jizz as hard as he could was a rare, but delightful treat.

"Ungh, fine, here I go!" he grunted over her.

There was a notable difference in size between the horny siblings. At twenty-one years old, Khasha was a full six-foot-ten of curves and brawn. A she-orc warrior in her prime. By contrast, Moku'un's growth spurt seemed to have gone entirely to his cock. At a mere four-foot-ten he was down right tiny in comparison. But the horny little stud didn't let that stop him.

With a huff and a grunt the little orc climbed onto his sister's big body. Planting his soles on her calves, he leaned over her back until his little fingers found her neck. His palms pressed to the back of her neck while his small digits curled around her throat. Wiry limbs flexed as he forced her cheek to the rug, and he leaned fully over her curved body.

"Oof!" she exclaimed in surprise, "H-hey now, don't get carried a-" she began.

All capacity for words were blown from her mind when Moku'un slammed his cock balls deep into her ass. In a single, brutal stroke. Khasha choked and her eyes went wide when she felt the hot pressure of steely fuckflesh stretch her guts. Her toes curled and her nails raked at the carpet. Moku'un gave his sister no time to recover. Before she could even catch her breath to moan, he yanked his hips up, and then slammed them down again. And then again. And again .

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the house. Had anyone been listening, it would have sounded like some poor soul was getting a particularly brutal beating. The slap and smack of his fat, bloated balls against her pussy resounded in time with the savage clapping of her fat, bouncing ass cheeks.

"Ugh, hngh! Urngh! Unfh!" Moku'un grunted with effort, "T-take it you… b-bossy bitch!"

"Ghack! Uuugnh a-ancestors!" Khasha groaned under him, "Y-yeah y-you little stud. Ungh m-make me your bitch. Make your big sister your fucking bitch!" she pleaded.

That was what she loved. When the little pibsqueak could break her stoic pride and flip her whore switch. It took a lot to push her there. Usually only her dad could manage it. But Moku'un hit her just right. The slapping of his nuts against her empty pussy was a firm reminder of how obscenely deep the orc kid was fucking her ass. Her tight green ring gripped and stroked his veiny kidcock every time he buried it inside her.

The nasty slurping of a deep, sweaty assfuck was now the loudest sound in the room. Frothing pre-nut was spilling out of her ass and dripping down her thighs. Sweat poured off their bodies as the siblings mashed against each other again and again. Moku'un's pace picked up, a breakneck speed that no partner Khasha had ever had could have matched.

"Aagh! Angh! Ghagh!" she screeched wildly.

"You're my bitch!" Moku'un squeaked assertively, his high-pitched youthful voice belying his demanding claim, "Say you're my bitch Khash!"

"I'm your bitch!" Khasha groaned, "I'm your fucking bitch! You fucking own me you li'l stud! Now fucking fill me!"

Moku'un couldn't hold on any longer. Not after his bossy big sister squealed her submission like that. With a loud smack he slapped his hips against her ass, his thick balls pressed up tight against her pussy. The fat log of twelve-year-old fuckflesh surged in her guts, a visible cockbulge in her abs twitching lividly inside her. His heavy orbs churned and his tongue lolled out as he released a hot boyish groan of childish lust and glee.

"I'm cuummiiiiing!" he squeaked.

Khasha couldn't express what was happening to her. A choked gag came forth from her as her entire body convulsed. She might have been cumming. But the feeling of an obscene amount of underage seed flooding her guts was far more powerful than her orgasm. The hot rush of orcish cum spewed into her like a dam had broken. She felt her guts expand, and her belly bulge as his thick bloated balls started pumping hot orcish shota jizz into her stomach.

Only two spurts in and her abs were already so rounded she might have been mistaken for being three months pregnant. Then six months. Then nine . Her body was now positively gravid, as if her little brother had just fucked a full term baby into her. And he was still cumming. Khasha's eyes rolled back in her head as she choked and gagged again. Because the best and worst part was coming.

She could feel all that pressure inside her. All that hot liquid kid lust that her body simply couldn't contain. He was too thick for any of it to spill back out of her ass. And his balls were pumping so hard that the pressure was only building. Which meant all that sticky underage baby batter had only one way to go. It surged through her insides, coiling like a hot snake of lewdness through her body. She felt her stomach flood. Then overfill. And then it was coming out.

"Ghk-uuuuuaaagh!" Khasha helplessly retched.

Her tongue extended as she gave a wet cough and vomited a hot rope of fresh, creamy kidcum. Another surge of his cock forced another spurt out of her. She made the mistake of trying to close her mouth, and thus it instead ejected from her nose. Twin gouts of gluey boycream splattered onto the rug. And there was still more. Again her shoulders heaved and Khasha threw-up another heavy mouthful of sticky, chunky shotajizz. And another. And another.

Finally it was over. A hot pool of globby, too-thick orc cum had soiled the rug under her chin. Her eyes were watering and her sinuses were clogged with her little brother's ballslop. His nutsludge was so stupidly dense she was sure that her throat had been glued shut. It was several long moments before she managed to swallow hard enough that she was finally able to breathe. What was left in her mouth was so thick and viscous she had to actually chew it to get it down. Not the first time she'd done that for her little brother's cum.

At last she collapsed, her cheek splattering into the puddle of pure seed that had washed through her from ass to mouth. She coughed and choked, sputtering on the jizz that was still left in her nose. Her hips slumped and Moku'un gave an awkward sound as she fell prone beneath him. The little orc pressed his hands to her shoulder blades and managed to plant his feet on the floor. With a slow tug he dragged fat inches of twitching orcish kidcock out of her ass. The fat fucktool had finally softened enough to pull free of her. And it came out with a loud, liquid squelch.

"Ghuuuuaaaah…!" Khasha groaned.

Her stomach convulsed and her ass ejected a gluey deluge of her little brother's nutbutter. The feeling was at once filthy and lurid. Her hips shook and trembled as she lay utterly defeated, spewing his cocksnot from her ass. Her stomach at last shrunk back down to a manageable size. But she knew she'd be sleeping with a fat cum-filled belly tonight. There was just no way she'd get it all out.

When the stream finally stopped her muscular body managed to recover. The tight ring of her asshole stubbornly sealed shut, refusing to let any more of his oversized load escape her body. She groaned at the lack of relief, feeling her insides adjust to keep what was left.

Moku'un stepped away from his sister and snatched a waterskin off a peg on the wall. Taking a swig of it he walked back over to her, his huge messy dick slapping his knees as he went. The cute, sweaty orc kid sat on the rug beside her and reached over to brush his sister's bangs out of her face. She gave a groggy groan of thanks. Moku'un offered the water skin, which she accepted and managed to raise her head enough to drink.

"So…" he asked breathlessly and gave her a cheeky grin, "Are you really my bitch?"

The orc woman glared at him over the water-skin while she took a deep drink. The liquid helped clear her throat of the hot ballbatter that was still clogging it. But she couldn't stomach much water. Not with how full she still was. She handed the water skin back and gave him a snort, followed by a cough.

"You still gotta do as I say kiddo," she told him sternly, "Least 'til your grown. Mom n' dad put me in charge 'member?"

"Yeah I know," Moku'un nodded emphatically, "Yer older. Bigger. Stronger n' all that. Ain' gonna be stupid or nuthin'," he rolled his eyes, before glancing back to her, "But… are ya?"

The she-orc eyed him a moment longer, gauging the little boy's glance. She knew he looked up to her. Had ever since he was tiny. Even before they'd become fuckbuddies, they'd always been best friends and Moku'un had hung on her every word. She'd been worried that might change once he started dicking her down. But she could see that what he was really asking wasn't for power over her. It was for her approval. With that she leaned in, and ruffled his hair.

"Yeah kiddo," she whispered as she nuzzled him, "I'm your bitch."

Her lips pressed to his and Moku'un moaned lowly. Their kiss was deep and affectionate. Damn near romantic. Tongues rolled together, her tusks rubbing against his cheeks as they wetly made-out for long, quiet moments. For all that Moku'un loved railing his sister into oblivion, the kisses were his favorite part. The hot, tongue filled, saliva swapping smooches that assured him that they were closer than ever. The kiss broke with a wet smack, leaving their lips and tusks connected by strings of shared saliva. Khasha licked her little brother's mouth clean and she ruffled his hair again.

"Now go get me somethin' to clean up this mess," she smirked at him, "And next time yer stayin' in my cunt. Least that way I don't end up throwing up yer jizz when it goes all the way through me."

"Fiiine," he whined, even though he smiled brightly, "Stay there. I gotcha."

Moku'un dashed off to find some spare clothes and a bucket. The rug was a disaster and was going to need a proper clean, but they'd see to that together. Khasha watched him go as she rubbed a hand over her gravid belly. She'd fantasized a time or two about letting her little brother knock her up. Maybe having children with her own kid brother wouldn't be a bad idea. But she also wanted a bigger life and future for him. He was still just a kid. She'd already had an adventure or two. He hadn't. He needed to see the world. Meet new people. Having his kids would have to-

"Khash?" came her little brother's timid voice.

The she-orc looked up and gave a groan of mingled excitement and dismay. The boy had returned, towel and bucket in hand. And was sporting a fucking flagpole of hot hard kidcock standing up off his slim green body. How the kid has this kind of stamina was beyond her. But boy did it turn her on.

"Can… can we go again?" he asked shyly.

Sore and bloated though she was, she couldn't resist her cute little brother when he asked for it like that. With a feigned sign of annoyance she rolled onto her back and spread her thick muscled thighs. A hand descended between her legs and she gave a huff as she spread her steamy pussy.

"Fine twerp," she huffed at him, "But my ass is full. So ya know where it goes now."

Maybe those fantasies of having his babies weren't so far off after all.

--

"Incoming!" a voice cried out.

The ensuing explosion shook the jungle. Sunfire splashed across the tropical beaches, called down by Lightlander mages. Stone and earth scorched under the intense heat of the magical energy as the sunfire bombardment rained down upon the orcish steading. Buildings blazed brightly as homes succumbed to the flames.

Orcs fled in all directions, racing away from the destruction of their settlement. Yet while all others ran away from the devastation, Moku'un ran toward it. His family home was well outside of town. Nestled higher in the crags of the island's dormant volcano. Today, of all days, Khasha had gone into town to buy supplies. Now Moku'un raced toward the burning village in hopes of finding his big sister.

"Where is-?" he tried to ask a fleeing civilian who rushed past him, "Where is my sister? Has anyone seen Khasha!?"

The little orc boy's cries fell on deaf ears. A mother of three herded her children along the sandy path, with what few belongings they could salvage strapped to their backs. A brawny orcish man carried an elderly orc on either shoulder, puffing as he ran faster than their own aged legs could have carried them.

"You can't go back that way!" a hand snapped out to grab his arm.

Moku'un looked up into the round, wet eyes of the town baker. A portly orc woman, she'd always been kind to him and snuck him sweets when his parents weren't looking. She was soot streaked and bedraggled, and had naught but the clothes on her back.

"I have to find Khasha!" he cried.

"She went to the beaches," the baker woman coughed, "Said she'd hold 'em off. Give us time to run. She'd mean for you to run too!"

"I have to find her!" the boy shrieked as he twisted free of her grasp, "I can't leave her alone!"

"Child, come back!" the baker called.

But Moku'un was already running. He was an athletic young orc. He'd grown up on the volcano's face, free climbing the sheer dried lava floes and racing up and down steep goat paths. He was strong and swift, and just now he was running as fast as he could.

Thick black smoke choked the humid island air. Thunder boomed above, threatening rain from the gathering tropical storm. Yet it was not water that fell from the sky. It was ash. Moku'un sprinted through the remains of the town, leaping over piles of cinders and dashing past blazing buildings. At last he skid to a stop in the golden sands of the island beach head.

The dunes were strewn with the forms of defeated warriors. All of them lightlanders. Elves, humans, dwarves and halflings lay vanquished. Their weapons sundered, their armor riven. Across the shore the remains of landing boats blazed like pyres against the blackening sky. In the distance, white sails of a vast fleet could be seen weathering the rising winds. But here amidst the fallen stood only two figures.

One was Khasha. She stood barefoot in the sand, clad in leather and bone armor. Her thigh-sleeves were tattered, the strap of her thong broken and the skull-cup bikini that held her massive tits barely clung to her body. She gripped the haft of her shark toothed warblade, the massive weapon echoing with the thunder of the storm above. Her crimson hair floated in an unseen wind, as she stood her ground against her foe.

The other was a human Moku'un had never seen. Tall, broad shouldered and square jawed. A handsome figure if ever he'd seen one. Steely blue eyes and dark hair were his chief features. The golden plate armor that gird his form was even more impressive. Yet most awe striking was the enormous silver greatsword propped over his shoulder which gleamed with celestial light.

"Like I said… Hero ," Khasha snarled at the human, "You want them… you gotta go through me."

"Bad- ass ," the human laughed, a low chuckle of awe coming forth from him, "You really 1 v. all'd my entire army! I don't remember bosses like you in the game. But whatever. Guess it's time for me to show why I'm the-"

"Khasha!!" Moku'un screamed from across the square.

The she-orc turned to glance over her shoulder. A cold rush of terror ran through her. He was supposed to be safe. High on the mountain. She'd hoped he wouldn't be in danger. But now he was here. The one thing her parents had left her here to protect. The only reason she hadn't joined them on the frontlines of the war.

"Moku'un, get out of here!" she bellowed at him.

"Oh damn you have a backstory!" the Hero exclaimed, "Okay, that's too interesting. I gotta recruit you now."

"Like fuck I'm going to join you, shithead!" Khasha snarled at him.

"Oh sorry sweet-tits," the Hero chuckled as he raised a hand, a glimmering field of boxes and symbols appearing under his palm, "I'm not really giving you a choice."

A cascade of light and symbols wrapped around Khasha levitating her from the ground. The she-orc swung her warblade menacingly, attempting to lunge for the human and cleave him in two. But whatever magic he had cast now held her fast, as she lifted higher and higher into the air. Her body thrashed as her limbs went rigid, her head snapping skyward as light poured from her mouth and eyes.

"Nooo! Nooo!" Moku'un cried out as he rushed the Hero.

A swing of a gauntleted fist sent the little orc sprawling on the gravel. Moku'un's ears rang from the blow and tears immediately sprang to his eyes. He blood from his nose and lip spilled down his face as he struggled to push himself up. He raised his eyes just in time to see the spell take hold. Strange lines of script scrolled above Khasha's head and flashed twice, before vanishing entirely.

The she-orc dropped and landed with a grunt on her feet. Her fist tightened around the haft of her warblade as she raised her head to look at the Hero. Tall and manly though he was, Khasha was taller still. Yet the Hero seemed undaunted as he advanced on her.

"What do you think now, sweet-tits?" the human asked her.

"I think we're wasting time here," she rolled her eyes at him, "Let's get going. You've got a world to save right?"

"Going…?" Moku'un asked, "Khasha… Khasha what are you saying?"

"That's more like it," the Hero smirked, "Oh, and call me 'master' from now on. Got it?"

"Whatever you fuckin' say, 'master'," she snorted, "We done here?"

"Hmm, just one more thing…" the Hero nodded as he looked around, "Bury this place."

With that the human turned on his heel and began striding back toward the boats beached on the sand. Khasha's arms corded, muscles flexing along her body. For a moment it seemed as if she might disobey the order. Then she turned and looked up the mountain side. The ancient lava floes stood as stark, steep sentinels looming over the village. Her warblade began to hum, flickers and flashes of lightning dancing through its jagged teeth.

"Khasha…?"

She looked down. A tear stained, blood streaked face looked back up at her. She extended a hand, her palm caressing her little brother's cheek. A thumb wiped a tear from beneath his eye. Then she gave him a forceful shove backward.

"Sorry kiddo," she shrugged, "Looks like the adventure is here sooner than we thought. I love you Mok. But I gotta go. When you're strong enough, come find me. Maybe there'll be room in the party for one more orc."

She stepped past him as she lifted her warblade and pointed it to the sky. Crackles and snaps of electricity gathered to the blade. The distant chanting of long fallen warriors echoed within the storm. Sand and grit levitated around her, rising slowly from the ground to orbit her brawny frame.

"For now… you better run," she warned.

With a powerful cry she swung the warblade. A livid streak of storming fury lashed from the weapon's teeth. The spear of lightning hurtled through the air until it struck the mountain peak high above. For a moment there was silence. Khasha turned, gave her brother a sad smile, and then walked away.

"Khasha…?" Moku'un asked.

A crunch sounded from high up the mountain. Then a rumble. Then a roar. Like water breaking from a dam, a cascade of shattered stone rolled down the mountain crags. The landslide tore across passes and gaps, rushed over cliffs and bluffs. Down it came, rending the jungle and tearing up trees as it bore down upon the once peaceful orcish village.

"Khasha!?" Moku'un shrieked.

But his sister was gone. She stepped aboard the boat with the Hero as it sailed out to sea. The roar of the oncoming landslide was deafening as Moku'un stumbled to his feet once more. He lunged forward and splashed into the shallows after her, swimming in a desperate bid to reach the boat. He had to chase her. Had to catch her. Had to save her from whatever that human had done to her.

"Khashaaaaa!!" he screamed.

The landslide hit the beach like a hammer. The child's scream was lost to the roar of stone, water and storm. Moku'un's world was a cavalcade of cacophony and destruction. A lightning flash split the sky and turned his vision white, before everything faded to black.

Notes:

Woof, poor Moku'un's off to a rough start. But his adventure is just beginning. Tune in next week as the rest of our main characters are introduced!

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Thank you for reading!

Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 - The Oni Badlands

Summary:

In which Kotaro Chiga has a lovely bath with his mother Sayaka, and trouble finds his home.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 3 - The Oni Badlands

Five months ago…

"Kaa-san, I-I'm gonna cum …!" Kotaro whimpered.

A warm, gentle hum was the only answer he received in return. The steam of the hot-springs surrounded the bathing pair, the water bubbling merrily about their crimson skinned bodies. Two oni relaxed in the heated basin, and were clearly thoroughly enjoying their evening together.

"Kaa-san… k-kaa-san!" Kotaro gasped.

"Mmmpah! Ah, ah, ah Kota-kun," a warm, matronly voice chided him, "Not just yet."

The full dark red lips of his mother's mouth pulled free of his shaft. Kotaro choked with overstimulation as the gorgeous oni woman smiled up at him past his thick red boycock.

The young oni boy sat on the edge of a natural stone basin, his back to a warm rock of a towering stone pinnacle. The hot-springs lay in the midst of the badlands, where such mighty spires of stone were exceedingly common. Amidst the stone pillars of this rocky desert, the ogre folk made their home. Red sand and ruddy rock marked the landscape around them, punctuated by bubbling tar pits and sulfur flats. But in rare places, life-giving waters sprang from beneath the desolate landscape. This was one such place.

"Mnn, p-please?" Kotaro whimpered softly.

"Sweetheart, I told you, we have to work on your stamina," Sayaka giggled at her son.

Water sloshed to either side of the oni woman as she rose out of the spring to her full height. The ogre woman was statuesque to say the least. Rock hard abs rippled across her torso. Arms like granite and thighs like tree-trunks steamed from the heated water. A shock of white hair spilled down her back, split by two crimson horns, one of which was snapped off near the base. A black leather patch covered the scar where her right eye once was.

Kotaro gulped as he looked up at his mother. At eight feet tall, she towered over his own mere four-feet and two inches. It further made his mouth water the way her enormous crimson tits bounced and jiggled with her every movement. Each matronly mound was four times the size of his own head, capped with dark black nipples that crinkled as they were exposed to the open air. She arched her back, causing the enormity of her titanic ass to flex and ripple as rivulets of water spilled down the swells.

"Y-you know I can cum as many times as ya want…" Kotaro pointed out as he puffed his cheeks petulantly.

The brawny ogre woman gave a husky laugh as she smoothed her long hair back over her head. An enormous hand reached down and she took hold of her son's throbbing ten-year-old fuckstick. Kotaro's eyes rolled and he almost gagged with pleasure as she squeezed his leaking implement.

"That's not the point dear," she hummed, her deep voice full of motherly lust, "The point is you're going to be a man some day. And I shan't have you disappointing some lady by popping off at the drop of a headband. Even if you can pop off a dozen times," she laughed lowly.

Kotaro moaned as his mother's thumb circled the uncut tip of his cock. Her digit dipped into his foreskin, slowly spinning and digging beneath the sensitive flesh. His tongue lolled out as she extracted her thumb and inspected it, before giving a tut of her tongue.

"You haven't been cleaning properly son," she chided him as she lifted her thumb, covered in a sticky mixture of cum and sweat, and popped it into her mouth.

"I have ," Kotaro protested, "I just… l-leak alot."

"Mmm, and I suppose that's still my fault, is it?" she taunted him.

It was no secret that Kotaro was deeply in lust with his statuesque mother. She'd raised him alone from a babe. Kotaro had begun helplessly popping boners at the mere sight of her a couple of years ago. It had been obvious to Sayaka what needed to be done. And so she'd done it. With relish.

"Y-yes…" he answered shyly.

"Then I suppose I shall clean it for you," she smirked.

The tall woman leaned forward, and Kotaro's eyes almost bulged out of his head as he watched gravity take hold of her enormous tits. The oni woman bent at the waist, until her fat tits dipped into the water between her son's spread legs. With a low hum she pressed her nose against her son's throbbing fucktool. Kotaro gasped as his tip flexed and spat a fresh dollop of jizz across his mother's scarred nose-bridge. Sayaka giggled and purred while she stared up at him.

"Messy boy," she scolded him lovingly.

Kotaro shivered as she dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft. The broad, bumpy blade savored the taste of her son's cock until her lips found the tip. His foreskin was yet too tight for her to properly push it back, even with her mouth. Thus she smooched his dicktip, and then gave a hot groan as she dug her tongue into his foreskin. Kotaro's toes curled and he gasped as he felt his mother's tongue dive deep into the thick skin that coated his cockhead.

Slowly she dragged, swirled and dug her tongue through every crevice within. Kotaro groaned as her tongue probed every sensitive cranny under his bloated cockhead. The tongue tip rolled beneath the flare of his glans, digging out the fresh pre-seed that had collected there. Sayaka was thorough as she eagerly used her tongue to fully clean her son's sticky cockhead.

A hot, wet slurp emerged as she drew her lips back and opened her mouth to show her son. Her tongue swam in a pool of frothy pre-nut. Kotaro gasped while he watched his mother gleefully swallow his sweet precum.

"Mmmn, better than sake," she smirked at him.

"Y-you're so naughty kaa-san…" Kotaro shivered.

"You're damn right I am kiddo," she purred, "And you're doing a good job holding out. Just one last test, and then kaa-san will let you blow that big boy load deep in her pussy, okay?"

"Mnnmn… yes kaa-san," he nodded to her.

"Good boy," she purred, "Turn over."

Kotaro's eyes widened, but he gulped and nodded. Shifting on his hip the red-skinned boy turned onto his knees. Planting his palms and cheek against the stone pinnacle, he popped his hips up and pushed out the plush bubbly swells of his butt. Sayaka cooed with delight as her big hands found her ten-year-old son's bubble butt and she lightly spread his cheeks

"Well at least you've been keeping clean back here ," she teased him.

"O-Of course I have!" he exclaimed.

"Well then, that means you'll get to enjoy this quite thoroughly," Sayaka cooed.

With that she smashed her face into the cleavage of her son's ass. Her mouth smooched his tight anal ring, scarlet lips pressing to his deep crimson hole. Kotaro moaned as she kissed his asshole gently, tenderly, lovingly. A motherly peck right to his tight squeezing rosebud. Then her mouth opened, and her tongue firmly dragged right over that wrinkled little donut.

"Aaahnhah…!" Kotaro moaned with pleasure.

"Hmhm, you do always love having your cute little butt played with hmm?" she teased him.

"N-nuh uh…" he complained, "Th-the village boys say… th-that's gay…"

"Pah, the village boys have never had sex , I assure you," Sayaka smirked, "And you should care less about what's gay, and more about what feels good ."

Kotaro gave a shy whine, followed by another hot groan. His mother licked his asshole again. Another long swipe of her slick, bumpy tongue. The woman moaned with lust and delight, loving the taste of her little boy's asshole. Slowly she probed and circled it with her tongue tip. And then she dropped a hand from his cheek to slide between his legs.

"Now remember sweetling," she crooned to him, "No cumming okay? You're going to be a good boy for kaa-san, yes?"

"Y-yes kaa-san," Kotaro moaned in high-pitched childish tones, "I-I'll be a good boy."

"Good," she purred.

And then Sayaka went to work. Her massive fist closed around her son's fat red dick, squeezing that thick slab of underage fuckmeat. Kotaro moaned and thrust his hips, helplessly fucking his mother's fist. Sayaka let him do as he pleased, as she once more buried her face in his ass. Her smooches and licks got rougher, and she pressed the tip of her slick tongue against his asshole.

Then she thrust it inside him. Kotaro choked with pleasure, a hot moan of embarrassment spilling from his lips. Sayaka moaned with delight as she squirmed her thick tongue deep into her son's ass. The boy's cute little hole squeezed, gripped and suckled at her tongue. Just as if they were making out.

Thick rivulets of saliva rolled down Kotaro's balls as Sayaka tonguefucked him. Her squirming muscle worked in and out with firm, wet slurps. Hungrily she ate him out, her tongue curling and swabbing his inside walls with lusty sounds of relish. Her grip on his cock tightened as she set to firmly milking his boyhood, stroking that ten-year-old fucktool with steady, measured pumps.

"Kaa-saaan…" he gagged and moaned, "Kaa-san n-not that…eep! Deep!"

Sayaka didn't listen. Her nose buried firmly between his bubbly cheeks as she grunted with lust. Her tongue pressed deeper, until finally she found her son's taut little prostate. With a low moan of lascivious delight, she rolled her tongue over his firm little cum button, and listened to him give a hot, high-pitched moan.

"Aaahngh, Kaa-san th-that's not faaaair!" he gasped loudly.

Her tongue continued to slurp and grind at his cum-button without mercy. Wet nasty squelches accompanied the anal assault as she deeply probed him with her tongue. Kotaro's hips were rolling and bucking helplessly as impending orgasm approached once more. It was just too much. It was too good !

"Kaa-san I'm gunna…!" he exclaimed.

At the last moment Sayaka released her son's cock. Kotaro gave a desperate squeak and pleading whimper as his tight anal ring desperately squeezed and suckled at his mother's tongue. His hips bucked to her face, needfully trying to grind against her tongue. Embarrassed though he was, even getting off from just her tongue in his ass would have been preferable to edging again. But Sayaka slowly dragged her tongue free of his cute little butthole, until she could lift her face away from his ass.

"Pwaah!" she gasped as she locked her lips and hummed with delight, "Mnn, delicious as always sweetheart."

"Hnnn, kaa-saaan…" Kotaro whimpered, tears brimming in his eyes with the sharp edge of his need, "Pleeeeease?"

"Mmm, okay sweetheart," Sayaka patted his hip, "Kaa-san will make you cum. Come on, slide down and relax. The water's warm and I'll ride that pent-up load right out of you."

The little oni gave a soft nod as he gulped and sniffled. He felt a little foolish for crying over something like needing to cum. It did feel good when she teased and taunted his body like this. But his balls were so swollen he was sure they'd explode if he didn't get to cum soon. With a shift he slipped off the stone shelf and slid back into the hot spring water.

Settling to sit with his back against the basin wall, he looked up at his much larger mother. Sayaka leaned over him, planting her hands on the stone behind him. Her massive body squatted over his and she planted her feet to either side of him in the steaming water. Kotaro gasped as his mother lowered herself into his lap.

"Nice and hard for me?" she cooed to him.

"Aching," the ten-year-old oni moaned.

"Good," she purred, "Cause I need that load deep inside me honey."

Kotaro gasped in elation. And then moaned with pleasure as his mother's hot, juicy pussy devoured his shaft. With a hot sigh of pleasure Sayaka sank into her son's lap. She squatted obscenely over him, a pose scarcely fit for a whore as she worked her muscled cunt down her son's throbbing cock. He wasn't as big as a full grown ogre would have been. But boy was he gifted. The oni woman moaned as she pressed down harder, sinking further inches of twitching boymeat into her greedy cunt.

"Mmn, nice and tight baby boy?" Sayaka asked her offspring.

"Yes kaa-san," he gasped, "O-oh it's s-sooo tight…"

The oni woman laughed lightly and then deliberately clenched her cunt around her son's shaft. The look on Kotaro's face was almost as good as feeling her little boy throb inside her. She placed a hand on her belly, fingertips indicating about where she could feel his fat cockhead questing further inside her body.

"You're going right back inside me, honey bun," she purred affectionately, "Right… ungh, back to my womb. You're gonna give me a nice heavy present when you get there right?"

"Yes kaa-san," he nodded emphatically and desperately, "I-I'm so backed up. I-I'm gonna give you all of it!"

"Mmn, it's not coming back out sweetie," she purred, "I'm going to keep it in my womb. Hrah, maybe this time… ungh, we'll make that little sister you've been wanting."

Kotaro gasped. He knew it was wrong to want to impregnate his own mother. But the thought of the big oni warrior woman who'd birthed him bearing his seed and giving him a child was just way too hot. The boy whined with childish need as he gripped her massive hips, little fingers pressing against her muscled flesh.

"I-I wanna kaa-san," he gasped, "I wanna get you.. Pr-pregnant!" he confessed aloud.

"Mnn, naughty boy," she purred as she lightly slapped his cheek and then caught him by the chin, "Be a man and do it!" she challenged.

Her hips suddenly picked up pace. Kotaro clung to her as his fat balls swelled further. He was so pent up, had been holding his load so long, there was no way he could hold back any longer. And neither could Sayaka.

"Ungh, I'm cumming sweet heart," she gasped, "Kaa-san's cumming!!"

She dropped her hips, and the tight ring of her cervix swallowed his dick. Kotaro gagged as he felt his bloated tip push right into her womb. The tightness of her opening peeled back his foreskin, fully exposing the oversensitive glans to the gripping heat inside her uterus.

With a moan muffled into her enormous tits, Kotaro came deep inside his mother's womb. His heavy balls twitched and churned as his eyes rolled back in his head. Hot gouts of runny cockcream spewed into her womb, liquid boylust pumping into her fertile chamber. Over and over he packed his mother's womb full of underage baby batter, urgently attempting to breed the woman who gave him birth.

"G-good boy! Oh good boy !" Sayaka cried aloud.

The brawny ogeress struggled to come to terms with the enormous load of kidcum that her boy was pumping into her. She'd always been proud of his output. The boy could fill a bathtub with ballslop by the time he was eight. Now he was packing her giant womb full to the brim. And then some.

A choked groan came from the ogre woman as she pressed a palm to her washboard abs. Her belly was swelling. Expanding. Just like when she'd gotten pregnant with him. Only much faster. Her tongue lolled past her lips and her eyes went glassy as he just kept filling her up, blowing her up like a goddamn water balloon. Her trim abs belled outward as her belly swelled and swelled, her hot cervix locked tight around his cockhead.

The obscene load of kiddy cum had nowhere to go. Her womb continued to inflate as gallons of hot, creamy boyseed filled her up. By the time he was finally finished, her gravid belly looked fit to burst with twins. Sayaka leaned back, a drunken moan spilling from her lips as she slowly rubbed her cumbloated stomach.

"F-fuuuuck baby boy…" she moaned, "Ungh y-you fill me up so goooood…"

"U-ungh… w-was so backed up," he moaned as he rested his head on her bloated belly, "Nnhn… i-it's still coming out…"

She could feel it. The occasional shudder and spurt of his long boydick still pushing yet more seed into her already inflated uterus. It felt obscenely good to be so disgustingly full. To know that all that underage baby making seed was now deep in her womb. She heatedly hoped it was getting right to work on her eggs. Maybe she'd give her little boy a pair of twin siblings before his next birthday!

"Unhg… good boy…" she pet his head, fingers running through his snow white hair.

"Th-thank you for l-letting me breed you kaa-san," Kotaro moaned.

"Mnn… thank you Kota-kun," Sayaka giggled, a deep, drunken sound issuing from the giant woman, "But if you wanna be sure you've knocked me up… gonna need to fill me up a couple more times."

"I-I can do that," Kotaro grinned up at her.

"I know you can sweet-heart," she laughed huskily as she felt her son's huge red dick steel up inside her again, "I know you can."

And just like that, they started again .

--

The thunderous snap of a stone pillar falling echoed through the badlands. The hundred-foot-tall pinnacle tilted slowly before crashing into it's neighbor and shattering entirely. The ground shook as its remains tumbled to earth, kicking up an explosive gust of grit and sand.

The hidden oni village was in utter disarray. Nestled amidst the pillars, their settlement had gone undetected for decades. The ogres had lived in peace and quiet, far from the reach of the Lightlanders. Now that peace was broken. The Lightlanders were here.

"We have to go Kotaro-san!" an elderly oni struggled to pull the boy away.

Kotaro clung to the sacred stone that stood at the center of their village. It was here that the oni had at last found water when they fled their homelands half a century ago. It was the heart of their home, the symbol of their safety. Sayaka had bid her son wait for her here, while she went to face the Lightlanders alone.

"No!" Kotaro flailed, "Kaa-san told me to wait here! I'm waiting here !"

Another boom of thunder split the sky. Something moved with incredible speed high among the pillars. A flash of steel and iron, a glimmer of silver and gold. A battle was being waged above their heads, faster than the naked eye could see. Another pinnacle was a casualty of this unseen struggle, and it came tumbling down in the wake of battle.

"The whole formation is coming down around us!" the elder cried again, "We all must flee."

"Go!" Kotaro insisted, "I won't leave kaa-san behind!"

The elder looked ready to make another attempt to force the boy. Until another pillar exploded. Something flew through it, airborne sand billowing about it in its wake until it crashed to earth mere feet from where the two oni stood. A defeated elf in tattered, skin-tight scale-mail lay sprawled on the ground, her golden sword shattered by a mighty blow. A second pillar erupted, and another body fell from on high. A human cratered the earth on impact, their gleaming silver plate broken about their naked body.

"Foolish boy!" the elder barked, and then turned to flee.

Kotaro stood his ground. He had naught but a kunai in hand for defense. The weapon had been a gift from his mother on his tenth birthday. But he held it as though it was a blade mighty enough to lay low a god. His eyes tracked to and fro as he struggled to catch sight of the unseen warriors.

Another pinnacle fell, and this time two objects tore through it. They hurtled toward the sacred stone, the arc of their descent tapering steeply as they approached. Still Kotaro did not move, rooted to the spot by his mother's command. As the objects touched down they did so with a resounding boom. The dust cleared, and Kotaro at last beheld the warriors.

One was a human in golden plate mail, an enormous silver greatsword in his grip. At present he had been forced to one knee, both palms keeping the sword above his head to hold off his enemy.

The other was Sayaka. When enraged, the oni woman was a truly magnificent sight. Bulging red muscle rippled across her body, dripping with sweat from the heat of the battle. Enormous iron studded rings gird her forearms and calves, while a broad shimenawa cord wrapped around her waist. A bikini made of black iron plates and steel chains struggled to contain her titanic tits, while a tiny fundoshi left very little to the imagination as it clung to her taut camletoe. A shinobi mask covered her mouth and nose

In one hand she wielded an gigantic iron tetsubo, the spikes of which spit sparks as they ground against the silver greatsword. The gold armored human struggled to hold her back as her raw weight and power kept him down on a single knee while their weapons screeched against one another. The oni woman extended a hand and a deadly whirl echoed from somewhere among the pillars. Three loud pings sounded as a five-foot-wide shuriken came hurtling back to her. Sayaka caught the weapon by its center ring without even looking.

"God damn you're incredible," the armored human laughed, a curious sound for a man in his position, "They really stepped up their game with these dynamic boss fights!"

"I don't know what you're talking about human," Sayaka snapped, "But these are not your lands! I will kill every Lightlander that comes to take our home if I must!"

"Right, right. Ancient grudge. Old wars. Backstory, backstory," the human rolled his eyes, "Look I'm just finishing the quest alright? But I might have to take you as the reward."

"If you think you can claim one such as I , Hero," the oni snapped, "Think again."

The point of her shuriken flashed toward him and the human twisted his greatsword. Her tetsubo slid across the blade as he spun on his knee and only barely managed to place the flat of the blade between himself and the incoming shrunken. With a mighty heave he deflected both of her weapons and then sprang backward to put distance between them. Now the two warriors stood matched on equal footing, staring one another down.

"Kaa-san?" Kotaro asked quietly.

Sayaka did not spare her son a glance. She was a well trained shinobi. The guardian of her people. She never took her eyes from her opponent. But her heart raced. She'd hoped he would be safe, here in her people's most sacred place. This fight never should have come here. Whether she defeated this foe or not, already she had failed in her duty.

"Kotaro, I need you to be a brave boy for me," she spoke to him, "I need you to run."

"But… kaa-san…" he began.

"Kota-kun," she attempted again softly, "I love you very much. But this place is no longer safe. You must run. Go and live. I will not let these Lightlanders catch you."

"Nah I'm not interested in the kid anyway," the Hero replied, "You on the other hand, are coming with me."

A swipe of the Hero's hand caused a square of light to form before his palm. A rapid series of strange glyphs scrolled through the shape and he pressed his finger to these glowing symbols. A pillar of light surrounded Sayaka, and the massive oni ninja lifted from the ground. She gave a grunt and her body tensed. For half a second her form blurred, employing the incredible speed that allowed her to nearly teleport in the blink of an eye.

But the column of light held her fast. Sayaka's eyes went wide as she found herself unmoved, simply rising steadily into the air. Her limbs went rigid, her back arched as her face tilted toward the sky. A cry tore from behind her mask while a series of strange symbols blossomed above her head. Kotaro shielded his face as a burst of light rippled outward from her, and the earth shuddered when the oni woman fell back to the ground.

She landed on one knee with a grunt, and shook her head to clear the daze. The Hero approached and raised a hand to her chin. With a steady push he tipped her face to make her eyes meet his.

"And what do we say?" he inquired of her.

"I am yours to command, Yuusha-sama," she replied with gruff resignation, "What is your wish?"

"Kaa-san…?" Kotaro asked.

"Good," the Hero grinned, "You'll make a great addition to The Harem. For now, uh… let's see… Quest objective says I gotta destroy the village. So uh yeah… destroy the village for me, kay?"

"As you say, Yuusha-sama," Sayaka answered as she clapped a fist to her enormous red tits.

"Kaa-san, no!" Kotaro exclaimed.

Without a backward glance the human turned to walk away, leaving Sayaka standing in the center of her village. The hidden home of the oni was now deserted. Hot desert winds blew through the pillars, whistling mournfully as the enormous crimson ninja hefted her tetsubo.

"Kaa-san you can't!" Kotaro cried, "You're our guardian, you're our protector! You're my-"

"I told you… to run," her voice issued calmly from behind her mask.

"But… kaa-san…" Kotaro felt tears spring to his eyes.

Sayaka looked upon her offspring. The one thing she loved most in all the world. For a brief moment the heart of a mother and the soul of a shinobi warred within her. She reached for him, a broad hand caressing his cheek, and her eyes crinkled in a smile. Kotaro leaned into her palm, comforted by his mother's touch. Then she withdrew her palm.

"Run," she ordered.

"But… kaa-san I…" he protested.

"Ruuuuun!!!" Sayaka bellowed.

With a mighty swing of her arm, the brawny ogre ninja slammed her tetsubo into the heart of the sacred stone. The massive, hundred foot tall pinnacle produced a sickening crunch, then a deep, rumbling groan as it began to topple.

Kotaro gasped in awe and horror. Panic at last bid him to do as his mother demanded. With a scramble he turned and broke into a desperate sprint. His small feet pounded the desert sand as the pinnacle fell behind him. It struck a nearby spire, which cracked and then it too started to fall. Like a series of dominos, pillar after pillar fell, a long series of groaning thunder drowning out all other sounds.

Kotaro ran. He ran faster and harder than he ever had before. Blinded by tears, sobbing helplessly the little boy fled the only home he had ever known. The cacophony of falling pillars was loud, yet not so loud as the sound of his heartbeat in his ears. As the spires fell to earth they threw up a massive cloud of roiling grit and sand.

The billowing destruction of the badlands sent forth a mighty dust storm, spreading a wave of destruction over the land. The wall of sand caught Kotaro and bore him off his feet. The oni boy had just enough time to scream, before the force of the billowing sand overwhelmed him, and unconsciousness claimed him.

Notes:

Looks like little Kotaro is having a tough time. He'll have to learn to be brave for the long road ahead. Tune in next week to meet our third and final main protagonist!

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Thank you for reading!

Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 - The Infernal Kingdom

Summary:

In which Asmodai has a family reunion, and faces the illustrious Hero.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 4 - The Infernal Kingdom

Four months ago…

"Your highness," the silken voice of a succubus spoke, "You have visitors."

Asmodai lounged upon a throne of bones. Skulls trapped in a rictus scream surmounted its arms. Spines and ribcages coiled hideously to form its back. The young black boy lay draped over the throne rather haphazardly, naked save for the jewelry and piercings that decorated his eleven-year-old body.

A fat trunk of hot black fuckmeat lay over the edge of the throne, the uncircumcised tip steadily dripping backed-up nutsludge to the floor. There a curvy, fat-titted imp sat with her mouth wide open, eagerly collecting the nasty globs of her master's leaking cocksnot.

A long spaded tail flicked to and fro behind the little demon boy, and glossy black cornrows laced around his rack of curling horns. He was downright adorable with a cute button nose, full lips and bright hazel eyes. But the dark glare in his gaze made it clear that he was a brat and a tyrant in equal measure.

Golden studs in his nose and lips matched the barbell that pierced his long tongue. Three golden spikes decorated his left eyebrow, and a series of gold rings dangled from his pointed ears. A jacob's ladder of barbell studs marked the inches along the underbelly of his massive wombwrecker, and a huge golden cockring was wrapped snugly around the base of his heavy cock and bloated black nuts. His dark brown skin was smooth and bore an oiled sheen, showing off the slim but athletic muscle that accented the baby fat which still clung to his hips, thighs and ass.

"Well that's fuckin' weird," the little demon prince snorted, "Send 'em in I guess."

"At once, your wickedness," the succubus answered.

The chubby little imp at the foot of the throne gave a greedy sound and latched her lips onto her master's fat black fucktool. Her enormous mouth opened wide, slurping in the uncut cockhead with a lustful groan. Asmodai paid her no mind as he let the little demon feast on his half-hard dick.

The thirsty tiny slut dug her tongue in deep under his foreskin, and gave a lurid sound of glee as she found thick cakes of chunky old smegma coating his dick. With a disgusting slurp she set to cleaning the clotted dickcheese off her master's cock. Thick swallows accompanied her desperate slurping, her eyes rolling back as the cloying stink of the filthy gunk filled her nostrils. Her mouth pushed forward, peeling back the foreskin to fully expose that fat, bloated dickhead. She worked filthy inches of hot black kidcock into her mouth, and then firmly slurped to suckle him clean.

With a wet pop she drew back, her tongue coated in his gluey old smegma. Gleefully she made a display of thoroughly chewing the hot cockgunk, lewd moans coming from her as she swallowed her mouthful. The moment she was done, Asmodai rewarded her with a foot pressed to her face. The busty little slut gave a gleeful little giggle as she kissed her master's toes, just before he kicked her firmly in the face.

"Get out of here," he demanded.

"Thank you for the meal sire," she purred as she picked herself up, "I love living off your thick, nasty dick cheese," she grinned at him.

His tail snapped sharply like a bullwhip, which sent the imp scurrying swiftly away. Asmodai gave a bored roll of his eyes. Imps weren't good for much, but at least the little cocksockets kept his dick clean.

The grand doors to the throne room creaked open. Hisses of steam and flickers of flame accompanied their movement as they scraped coals across the blasted floor of the chamber. Two feminine figures made their way inside, striding with measured steps across the riven volcanic floor.

"Great prince Asmodai, son of Baphodan, first among hellions, lord of all demons," one of them spoke.

"Yeah, yeah who are ya and what do ya-," Asmodai began, shifting to sit up properly in his chair. But he paused when he recognized the speaker, "Wait… I know you."

"You do indeed my prince," came an amused, womanly chuckle.

The princeling leaned forward to more closely inspect the two women. One was a curvy feminine human in her late forties. She was mouthwateringly lovely. Tall and stately, she bore wide hips, thick thighs, a trim waist and a plush belly. A black silk dress clung to her curves, the cups of which were molded to her positively enormous tits. Full red lips curved in a bright smile, contrasting sharply with her alabaster skin. Thick raven hair spilled in rivulets over her shoulders and down her back, nearly meeting the gorgeous swells of her fat, wobbling ass.

The other was a slender young girl, perhaps barely out of her teens. She was not quite so tall as the woman beside her, nor was she human. Dusky skin accented her lovely features. A red dress that matched her partner's fit her svelte figure. Though she could not match the other woman for voluptuousness, her bust was no less impressive. Hefty swells of luscious tit flesh nearly spilled out of her dress. Golden locks curled around short horns that blossomed from her brow and curled ram-like to either side of her head. Her bright eyes glimmered gold, and she nervously licked her full painted lips as she gazed upon the young prince.

"Serafina?" Asmodai asked and then laughed as he hopped off the throne, "It is you! Wow… you got old ," he snickered.

Standing a mere four feet and four inches, the little demon boy barely stood taller than either woman's hip. He approached with a cocky grin nonetheless, the floor crackling and scorching beneath his bare feet with every step.

"Time passes swifter in our world than it does in yours, highness," the dark haired woman replied, "For you it has been but two years it seems. For me, it has been twenty."

"Enjoy the all the demon magic I gave ya?" he asked with a wicked little smirk, "Got more than a few souls down here sayin' you sent 'em my way."

"I have enjoyed it immensely, your highness," she nodded, "And I have come both to thank you, and to ask a further boon of you."

"Pfft, course you have. You mortals always want more favors from me," Asmodai rolled his eyes, and then paused as he looked at the younger girl, "Who the hell is this?"

"Well, this is the other reason for my visit," Serafine sighed, "Asmodai, this is Kali."

Asmodai arched a heavily pierced eyebrow as he looked up at the pretty young woman. She was obviously half demon, a cambion, that much was clear. But the kid hadn't quite put two and two together yet. Not until she spoke.

"H-hi daddy," Kali greeted, tucking blonde bangs back behind her ear.

"... the fuck?" Asmodai blinked and looked to Serafina.

"You do remember the particulars of our agreement, yes highness?" Serafina inquired.

"Not really," Asmodai scoffed, "Ain' it the usual? When you kick it I get your soul or some shit?"

"No I managed to convince you otherwise," the woman laughed lightly, "I offered you instead my body and my womb. To conceive for you a child. You agreed rather enthusiastically. I always assumed you'd come to fetch the child from me but… I have to say I was grateful you never did. It allowed me to raise my daughter," she smiled lovingly at the younger female.

"Huh… yeah I guess that's a pretty hot deal," Asmodai laughed, "Mostly I just wanted to knock your fat ass up. But I guess it's cool to have a kid… even if she's uh… older than me now I guess."

"She wanted to meet her father for years," Serafina nodded, "And now seems an opportune time."

"That right?" Asmodai asked and looked up to the busty half-demon, "Well hi I guess. You uh… like torture or uhm… sex or anything?"

"More the second than the first," Kali laughed nervously, "I uhm… I was hoping we might get to know each other."

"Yeah sure, sure," Asmodai nodded, "You're hell royalty I guess. So feel free to come down any time. I'll make sure my minions know not to give you any shit either."

"Oh… thank you daddy," the twenty-year-old smiled down at the cute eleven-year-old.

"Heh, 'daddy'… I like the sound of that," Asmodai grinned, before his brow furrowed with curiosity, "Wait… whatcha mean it's an opportune time?"

"Things have become rather… difficult in the world above lately," Serafina explained, "A new Hero has been summoned to the Lightlands, and now a new crusade has been launched. Your daughter and I had hoped to find refuge here in Infernus."

"Pfft, that's the favor you want?" Asmodai asked, "I thought it was gonna be something hard . Well that's easy, butcha know me. Demon prince can't give something away for free."

"We are prepared to pay of course," Serafina nodded, "With our bodies, my lord."

"Both of you?" Asmodai asked.

Serafina did not answer. Instead she simply reached to her hip and pulled loose the lacing that held her dress together. The black silk slipped off of her form like water, spilling over her chubby figure and sliding to the floor. On contact with the coals that littered the room, the dress caught fire and flash burned to nothing. Serafina was left standing as a milfy goddess, wearing nothing but six-inch heels and make-up. She raised her arms, pressing her hands through her hair and showing off her ample figure as she gazed down at the little prince.

Kali followed suit immediately. Shyly chewing her lip to smithereens, she too pulled loose the laces of her dress. The crimson gown fell from her slender figure, revealing a delightfully athletic physique. Long legs, toned thighs and nubile hips accented her taut tummy and perky tits. Each mound was nearly the size of Asmodai's own head, and capped with a thick deep brown nipple that supported spiked gold piercings. A slender tail curled about her hip, swishing to and fro with a spaded tip that matched Asmodai's own. The young woman chewed her lip as she stood naked before her young father, letting him drink in both her and her mother.

"Nice bling," Asmodai grinned as he reached up and his fingertips caught one of his daughter's nipple piercings.

"Mmph, momma said you'd like them," Kali grinned at him.

"Will you allow us to earn the right to stay here under your protection my lord?" Serafina inquired.

Asmodai's tail swept across the floor. The hellish fires that burned in coals and embers were swept away, revealing a slab of polished granite. He held out a hand and pointed his finger to the floor in front of him, smirking up at the two beautiful women.

"Lessee if you worship me well enough," he grinned, "And I'll think about it."

"Of course, your highness," Serafine cooed.

"Yes daddy…" Kali answered breathlessly.

With smooth movements both women slipped to their knees, utterly naked before the child prince. Serafina licked her lips while she eyed the mammoth slab of cockmeat that lay between the eleven-year-old's thighs. Kali gave a trembling moan while she stared at her young father's cuntwrecker, even as her nipples perked and she rubbed her thighs together.

With ease both women leaned in and pressed their lips to either side of his cock. Theirs was a reverent, worshipful kiss, hailing the little black boy as their lord and god. Serafina groaned as she inhaled the youthful musk of her demon lover's cock and balls. Kali moaned sheepishly as the scent of her father's dick filled her nose.

Asmodai folded his arms as he watched them smooch his dick, painting his cock with lipstick marks. Each smooch inspired his fat underage fucktool to harden and rise. Soon it reached it's full titanic proportions. A foot-long slab of hot black kiddy cock throbbed densely between the two women. Livid veins pulsed along the length of the child's fuckpole, and a heavy musk wafted off of the sweaty pillar.

"Oh daddy…!" Kali gasped.

"Ya like my big black kiddy cock?" he grinned down at his daughter.

"It's… huge ," the half-demon shivered.

"Mmm and it stinks ," Serafina groaned lustfully, "May I have the honor of cleaning your balls with my mortal tongue, love? I should like to drink the nutsweat right off your bloated cumtanks."

"Get to it slut," the little brat grinned.

Serafina purred and dipped her nose to nuzzle her face between the black boy's thighs. A hot groan came from the milfy brunette as her mouth opened wide and she pressed her tongue to one of his fat sticky orbs. With a long, low moan the older woman lapped at the thick sweating sphere. His balls were so large she couldn't even get a single one fully into her mouth. But that didn't stop the woman from trying. The statuesque sorceress showed absolutely no decorum while she worshiped her underage god, her eyes staring up at him past the bulk of his cock as she loudly slurped and snorted against his nuts.

"Daddy I…" Kali whispered against the little boy's big black fuckpole, "I always hoped you'd like me. That you'd… want to get to know me."

"Well I think yer a real sexy lady," Asmodai smirked down at her, "Got no problem kissing your own dad's cock?"

"Not at all daddy," Kali purred as she reverently smooched one of the fat bulging veins along the side of his dick.

"Even if I am younger n' you?" he laughed.

"I certainly didn't expect you to be so young," she admitted, "But… I think you're cute."

"Hah, not many call me that 'nymore," the little boy drawled, "Well how 'bout we get to know each other… with my cock down yer throat?"

"Ooo yes daddy," the half-demon moaned whorishly.

Kali's back arched and her tail curled. Asmodai watched approvingly as his daughter's bubbly ass popped out while she craned her neck forward. Her face ran along the length of his cuntwrecker before she reached the broad cockhead. Freshly cleaned by his imp slave, she found it sticky and slick with saliva and pre-nut. Shamelessly she nuzzled her nose into his foreskin to sniff and kiss his cumslit.

"Uuungh…" the little boy moaned, his demonic tail lashing behind him.

"Mmm, momma's right…" Kali groaned, "It stinks ."

With that she opened wide and pushed her head forward. Her plush painted lips rolled back his foreskin, exposing the bloated crimson head of his heavy bitchbreaker. Her jaw spread wide and Kali moaned with effort and lust as she urgently gulped her little father's cockhead into her mouth. A sinuous demonic tongue emerged from her lips, snaking along the underbelly of his shaft. The slick appendage coiled around Asmodai's cock, licking and lapping at his inches even as her hot mouth wetly drooled around his fat knob.

The broad bulk of dick flesh surged and spat a nasty glob of yellow, backed up cocksnot into her mouth. The steaming hiss of the near boiling liquid was audible from outside Kali's mouth. The half-demon's eyes went wide, and then rolled back in her head. Rivulets of steam emerged from her nose as cum fumes spilled through her sinuses. The half-demon girl made a positively whorish sound as she felt her brain melt, getting high off the stench of her father's boiling pre-cum.

"Mmm, your nutsweat is as intoxicating as I remember…" Serafina groaned from between his thighs, "I've spent decades dreaming of the nasty little boy who bred me and made me his fuckbitch."

"Hmhm, I've got that effect on fat bitches," Asmodai grinned.

"Fat?" Serafina pouted, "How unkind my lord."

"Aw shut up slut," Asmodai grinned, "You know I like 'em thicc ."

To illustrate his point, his tail curled and lashed a loud snap right across her big bouncing ass. Serafina gasped and moaned, as she wriggled with pleasure from the impact.

"Now how 'bout you be a good fat bitch," Asmodai smirked, "And make out with my little black asshole?"

Serafina moaned as she dragged her tongue and lips off his huge ebony balls and swallowed a mouthful of reeking underage nutsweat. With a soft gasp she licked her lips and gave him a quick and eager nod.

"Of course love," she purred.

Without rising to her feet, the forty-eight-year-old woman crawled on all fours around her eleven-year-old lover. Asmodai watched her ample figure wobble and jiggle with every motion as she shifted around behind him. A moment later he felt her hands catch the full swells of his plump black ass and firmly spread his cheeks.

"Ungh…" he groaned, "Get in there piggy," he demanded.

"Yes love," she huffed eagerly.

And with that the woman shoved her beautiful face between his sweaty cheeks. Her moan was muffled as she planted a delighted smooch right against his steamy crinkled asshole. Asmodai groaned and his tongue lolled from his lips, the sinuous length of demon muscle spilling down to his chest.

Kali moaned when her father's underage fuckpole spewed another scalding hot pour of pre-nut into her mouth. Her hands shifted to heft, cradle and worship his demonic nuts, fingers tugging and massaging those overfull cumtanks. Serafina moaned from behind him, the older woman snorting like the asspig she was as she stuffed her tongue up his cute black butthole.

Asmodai rocked between the women's mouths. One hand gripped Kali by her horn, and he pushed forward to fuck his fat cock down his daughter's throat. The woman gagged and moaned as her father forced her throat to stretch and accommodate his juvenile holewrecker. His tight black asshole squeezed and sucked on Serafina's tongue, while the older woman did everything in her power to bury it up his ass.

Wet slurps, hot moans and groans filled the hellish throne room as the two women worshiped their child lord. The demonic prince shuddered and moaned with pleasure. He'd been serviced by ancient succubi from the deepest rings of lust. Had raped perverts and predators until they screamed for mercy. But there was nothing compared to the absolute reverence offered by a willing mortal soul.

"Ungh you… nngh are good sluts," he huffed, "Guess you're really gonna… ungh, earn your keep here after all."

Neither woman could properly respond. A feminine chorus of affirmative moans was his answer while they each continued to use their mouths to please him. Kali was now bobbing her head back and forth as firmly as she could manage, stuffing fat inches of her father's huge black cock down her throat. She drooled liberally, thick nasty ropes of saliva and pre-nut spilling from her lips and onto her heaving tits. Serafina slurped loudly between his cheeks. A hot froth of spit oozed down his balls and thighs, dripping to a sizzling puddle on the floor as she tonguefucked the eleven-year-old boy's asshole.

"F-fuck gonna cum…" he gasped, "I'm g-gunna…"

One hand reached back to grab the back of Serafina's head and pull her face even more firmly between his asscheeks. The other gripped Kali's horn tighter and he dragged her to him. The half-demon choked and retched as her father pulled her tight throat further onto his cock. Her eyes rolled as she retched and sputtered, but never did she resist. Instead she let the little brat throatfuck her as deep as he wanted. Her hands dove between her thighs and she feverishly rubbed her dripping pussy, schlicking to the feeling of her daddy's huge underage cock balls deep in her mouth.

Serafina gave a spluttered snort as she was suddenly suffocated in his chubby buttcheeks. Not that she minded. The taste of her little boy lover's ass was far more important to her than breathing. Thus the woman eagerly smothered in his sweaty butt crack while her tongue slurped wetly in and out of his gripping asshole.

Asmodai's huge cock lurched and his ass tightened. Enormous balls pulled tight to the base of his cock and he groaned as he started cumming. A steaming hot wave of gooey kidcum spewed straight down Kali's throat. It was followed by another hot geyser of sticky underage ball batter. And another, and another. Desperate to please though Kali was, the poor half-demoness couldn't contain her father's load. She choked, and scalding jets of too-hot cum splurted from her nose.

Asmodai released her horn and the girl dragged her mouth free of his cock. With a sputtering cough she managed to clear her airways. Just in time to catch a rough slap of liquid pressure across her cheek. Asmodai was still cumming, and his massive black fuckrod was spewing off like a fire hose. Hot steam rolled off of Kali as she was struck again and again by fat, gluey ropes of hot yellow nutsludge. It spilled over her naked body, branding and marking her with her own daddy's jizz. Desperately she gripped his cock and stroked it with both hands, eagerly helping her daddy nut while she kept her mouth open to catch as much of his seed between her lips as she could manage.

When he finally finished Asmodai gave a gasp of pleasure and relief. His hand released Serafina's head, and the older woman emerged from his ass with a gasp of her own. Her face was smeared with his ass sweat and yet she licked her lips with delight and lust.

"Mmnm… permission to clean our daughter, love?" the middle-age woman asked the child.

"Yeah get to it," he snickered.

Crawling forward Serafina found Kali dazed and moaning. Her fingers were massaging her clit while her free hand was rubbing her daddy's steaming hot nutcream into her heavy tits. Her eyes were glassy as if entirely overstimulated, her brain a hot puddle of mush inside her pretty head.

"There's so much cum momma…" the younger woman moaned, "Daddy came so much for me."

"Mmm, let me help you sweetie," Serafina purred.

Their lips mashed together and the older woman moaned as she kissed her daughter. Asmodai licked his lips while he watched the incestuous lesbian kiss between mother and child. Serafina dug her tongue into Kali's mouth, slurping his seed from her own daughter's tongue. They groaned and moaned animalistically into one another's lips, in a way that said this was certainly not the first time they had shared so heated a kiss.

Soon Serafina's mouth was straying to other parts of her daughter's body. She lapped cum from her child's neck and shoulders. Licked it off her cheeks and chin. Suckled it from her tits and nipples. Kali moaned as she let her mother thoroughly clean her body with her eager mouth. Soft gasps and shivers came from both women as they became lost in the pleasure of one another's bodies and Asmodai's cum.

A heavy smack echoed through the chamber as Asmodai slapped his huge black fuckpole over Serafina's ass. The human woman gasped and she looked back over her shoulder to see the little demon lord mounting her from behind. She shivered as he rubbed that titanic length of eleven-year-old fuckmeat between her fat ass cheeks.

"Mmm, god I forgot how fat you are," Asmodai groaned, "So fucking sexy."

"My lord…" Serafina moaned and shuddered, "Mmm, please I beg you… fuck me."

"I-I want daddy's dick too…" Kali complained softly.

"Oh don't worry," Asmodai grinned, "I'm gonna getcha both."

With a bratty shove he pushed Serafina forward, causing her to collide with her daughter. Kali gave a mild cry of surprise as she was forced onto her back, by her mother all but sprawling on top of her. Asmodai laughed cruelly and he moved to stand over both women. His little hands pushed and prodded them until they were arranged as he desired.

Serafina crouched on hands and knees over her daughter, her enormous pale tits eclipsing Kali's plump brown swells. Kali's legs were propped over her mother's thighs, leaving both of their smooth glistening slits pressed together. Both women moaned while their cunts kissed and Asmodai grinned as he slapped Serafina's fat wobbling ass.

"That's better," he grinned, "Now… nobody move. Daddy's gonna take care of both of ya."

"Mmm… yes daddy," mother and daughter chimed in unison.

The little demon boy wedged the drooling crown of his massive cockhead against their juicy slits. He grunted as he pushed firmly, his cock slipping and sliding against their clefts. His cumslit flexed and belched a hot splash of steaming hot pre-cum onto their pussies. Both woman squeaked and moaned, shuddering with pleasure and pain at the sheer heat of his demonic seed.

"Oh h-hells…" Serafina shuddered, "Mnn.. l-like hot wax…"

"Mnn d-daddy it's too hot …" Kali moaned, shivering as even her own demonic blood wasn't quite enough to spare her the sting of his hellish jizz.

"Hehe, I know," Asmodai grinned cruelly, "And yer both gonna get a load inside you."

Both women shivered and moaned with fearful and lustful anticipation. Asmodai didn't give them further time to contemplate their lurid fates. Instead, he acted. His hands gripped Serafina's chubby waist and with a sudden, brutal shove he slammed his cock into her pussy.

"F-fuck!!" the human sorceress screamed aloud.

"Momma?" Kali whimpered worriedly.

Asmodai only laughed. The lewd little brat squeezed Serafina tighter, and then thrust harder. Kali gasped as she felt her mother's chubby belly bulge against her own trim abdomen. The sheer bulk of kidcock inside her belled out her stomach. Serafina choked and drooled. Kali leaned up to lap her mother's saliva from the corner of her mouth. The woman trembled as her lusty little lover thrust again, cruelly forcing her dripping cunt to accept obscenely thick inches of boydick.

Finally there was a loud smack as his cock hit bottom inside her. Serafina screamed again, trembling and shaking over Kali. The half-demoness moaned as she felt her mother's perky clit rub against her own, their juicing slits making out around the bulk of Asmodai's base. That throbbing pillar of black boydick had stretched Serafina's cunt so obscenely wide the sorceress was certain she might tear. But mercifully, she merely stretched to accommodate her underage lover.

"Oh h-hells he's b-big. He's so fucking big ," the woman couldn't help babbling senselessly, "G-going to… b-break me… unhgh… I can't… I'm going to…"

"Do it momma," Kali encouraged.

To help her mother through her struggle, she lifted her hips, firmly grinding her clit against her mother's own. Serafina moaned with pleasure, feeling her daughter's pleasure button rub and stroke her own. With a trembling squeal the curvy middle-age woman came and came hard on Asmodai's cuntwrecking fuckpole. Hot juices squirted around his shaft, drenching her daughter's pussy and spilling down his balls. Asmodai never moved, letting the woman convulse and tremble as she lay impaled on his brutally huge cock.

"That's my good piggy slut," Asmodai grinned as he slapped her ass, "Get off like a good bitch."

Serafina obeyed helplessly. Trembling, shaking, cumming so hard she was weeping and drooling. She had just begun to calm down, to recover from her climax. Then Asmodai started thrusting . Another scream tore from her lips as she felt him drag his cock out of her, only to slam it back in. The wide black cockhead punched her hard , right in her womb. She felt the sensitive organ all but crushed under the sheer weight of his breeding tool, and she choked when he did it again .

"Ungh f-fuck," he groaned, "That's what… ungh, I love about fucking a fat bitch," Asmodai grinned, "Plenty of room for my fat cock !"

Serafina produced nothing but whorish sounds of pain and pleasure. His cock was ruining her. In a way she'd not been ruined in two decades. The woman had chased this pleasure for half her life. She'd lain with orcs, ogres, centaurs and more. Hoping their cocks could hurt and please her the way her demon lover's had all those years ago. Only now did she receive that life changing fucking again.

"Agh! Haagh! Nha-hahn!" she wept loudly, screaming and sobbing with agony and pleasure in equal measure.

"Y-you're killing her…" Kali whimpered fearfully.

"Nah," Asmodai chuckled, "She'll live. Besides… you're next."

Kali whimpered again, as she looked up at her mother. Serafina's weeping eyes were red with tears, her lips agape as each brutal thrust forced a tortured groan from her lips. His cock was so fucking deep in her pussy. Hitting her so hard in places scarcely touched for two decades. Each impact was weakening her cervix and she could feel her battered womb steadily giving up the fight. He was going to violate her where none others had. And she was going to love it.

"M-my womb!!" Serafina screeched frantically, "H-he's going to fuck my-!!"

A demonic tail coiled around her throat and snapped tight. The human woman broke off into a strangled gurgle as Asmodai's tail yanked back hard. Her back arched and the demon boy thrust forward. With a cruel laugh the little fuckstud slammed his cockhead clean through her cervix. The taut little muscle yawned near as wide as it had when she'd given birth to her daughter. Her eyes went round and wide as her mind shattered, unable to comprehend what had just happened to her.

Silently she orgasmed. Unable to speak or scream as her little lover strangled her with his tail. Asmodai groaned as his fingers sank into the jiggling fat of her thick round ass and his huge cock bucked, twitched and surged.

"Oh fuuuuuck !" the little boy groaned.

His fat nuts pulled up tight and then he grunted as he started pumping a scalding hot load of demon jizz directly into Serafina's mortal womb. The woman choked, spittle sputtering from her lips as she felt the hellish heat blossom inside her deepest and most sensitive chamber. His nuts unleashed their boiling bounty into her womb, searing her depths with his piping hot kidcum. Her thick thighs jiggled and shook while her tits and belly undulated with every tremor. She was cumming again . Cumming from how bad it hurt, how hot his cum was, and how deeply he was seeding her.

Her body began to go slack. Kali squeaked as she watched her mother's consciousness fade. Still Asmodai didn't let her go. Instead the little tyrant choked her out while he took his time unloading in her helpless form. Serafina's arms finally went limp and her eyes fluttered shut. Darkness claimed her and at last the horny demon boy released her throat then dragged his fat black bitchbreaker out of her ruined pussy.

With a scornful push he shoved her aside, leaving her to collapse in a heap on the floor beside her daughter. The gorgeous milf was utterly disheveled, her hair a mess and her body dripping with sweat. She regained consciousness seconds later. The sorceress coughed and hacked, struggling to breath through her nearly crushed windpipe. Her wide hips lurched and she produced a truly pitiable sound as her overfilled womb expelled a hot gush of steaming cum.

Her pussy queefed loudly as hot jizz spilled over her thighs and splattered to the polished floor. Once more her overfilled belly convulsed and her pussy forcefully expelled what it could not contain. Only then did her cervix tighten up so much that nothing more could get out. Serafina whined and shuddered as she felt the rest of that searing hot cumload stay locked inside her, keeping her full of the feverish heat of his demonic essence.

"Whoo fuck…" Asmodai huffed, "Now I remember why I knocked her up. Not many humans survive me when I fuck 'em that hard," he laughed.

"Oh hells…" Kali whispered.

"You ready for daddy?" the little boy grinned at his daughter.

The leggy half-demon squirmed where she lay. But dutifully, she spread her thighs before him. Chewing her lip she looked up at him and gave a nod.

"I…. I got called a slut back up top," she confessed, "Just.. always so fuckin' wet . Fucked every boy I could. Every girl too. Nothin' made it better. I… I think I need your cock daddy. I think I always have."

"Mmm, good," the little boy smiled, "Cause I'm gonna give it to ya."

The cute little black boy climbed over his tall daughter's body. His huge dick slapped over her pussy, grinding across her slippery cunt. Kali shivered and moaned as she hitched her legs around his slender hips, inviting him to her. Small hands gripped her waist as he fit the bloated head of his dick against her pussy.

"D-do it daddy," the adult woman begged her child father, " Please !"

Asmodai didn't need to be told twice. With a savage, demonic little snarl he bucked down hard. The wet squelch of her cunt being stretched wide mingled with her gasp of effort and his moan of pleasure. With a hot sigh of incestuous lust, the little boy buried his cock in his daughter's pussy. Kali's legs tightened around his waist. Her hips eagerly pushed up to accept the cock that made her, taking him deep inside her trembling body.

"Oh daddy !" she squealed for the little boy.

"F-fuuuuck that's good!" he gasped, "Uungh… even better than your mom's!"

Kali gasped with lust and pride, only to devolve into another shrieking moan when Asmodai's hips pumped down to her. He pinned the tall woman to the floor, driving his huge dick into her lithe figure. It didn't take much to bulge her trim belly. Already the obscene outline of his cockhead could be seen progressing deeper into her abdomen. Kali kept her legs locked around her daddy's hips, urging him to take her deeper.

"I… I want it all daddy," she moaned, "I want you to f-fuck me like you fucked momma."

"Ungh, I'm gonna give it all to you sexy lady," Asmodai grinned at her, his sharp little teeth nipping at her chin.

"Mmn.. d-daddy?" the woman shivered softly, "W-would you call me… baby-girl?"

Asmodai's huge kid cock flexed deep inside the woman. She clenched in return and he groaned with lust. Okay that was hot ! It hadn't ever occurred to the little boy he'd have a kid of course. He was still just a kid himself. And being a dad to anyone was way out of his wheel house. But being a dad during sex to a hot leggy half-breed ten years older than him was really turning him on.

"I'm gonna fuck you deep , baby-girl," the little boy cooed to her.

"Oh yes daddy!" Kali gasped eagerly.

"I'm gonna fuck your womb, baby-girl," Asmodai promised his adult daughter.

"Yes daddy, yes!" Kali whined.

"I'm gonna knock you up , baby-girl!" he declared.

"Please!!" Kali squealed.

Her body convulsed as just the dirty talk was enough to make her cum. Her hips bucked as she orgasmed to the very thought of being impregnated by her own father. Her hot tight pussy gripped, squeezed and juiced all over his fat black fuckpole, thoroughly soaking his eleven-year-old cock with her juices.

"Breed me daddy, breed me!" Kali cried out, her pleas echoing through the throne room.

Every last shred of reason fled from Asmodai's head. The little fuckstud gripped his tall, leggy daughter tight and started railing her into the floor. Kali produced a sound like a wounded animal when his huge cockhead slammed against her cervix. Her taut little muscle resisted his invasion, demanding he try harder if he wanted to violate her that deeply. Asmodai did . The next strike of his cock was audible outside of her body and Kali screamed desperately.

"H-harder!" she screeched, " Harder!"

Asmodai grunted. He wasn't used to anyone making demands of him. He was the ruler down here. But his daughter was proving she was going to make him spoil her. His hips slammed against hers and his fat bloated balls slapped her ass. That demonic cuntwrecker bottomed out again so hard the stone beneath Kali's hips shuddered and cracked.

The demonic father and child mated furiously on the throne room floor. Bucking their hips like desperate animals with enough force to shake the chamber itself. Thrust after thrust slammed Kali into the floor, cracking and shattering the granite stones beneath them. Hisses of hellish heat erupted from the fissures as lava and hellfire leaked up from the dread below. Asmodai growled as his eyes clouded with black evil and gleaming flame. Kali gasped when she felt her devil blood respond, imbuing her with the strength to survive this wicked onslaught.

"Yer gonna be my fuckin' brood mare," the little boy declared, "I'm gonna keep you barefoot n' pregnant n' leashed to my cock."

"Yes daddy!" Kali gasped, "Get me pregnant over and over! I'll make more little sluts for you! I'll make fresh young holes to stuff with your cock! As m-many as you want !"

"F-fucking get pregnant you sexy slut!" he squealed over her, "Get pregnant baby-girl!"

"Get me pregnant daddy!" Kali shrieked, "Oh fuck !"

The demons collided with a loud smack of flesh against flesh. Heated bodies ground together with furious urgency as Kali locked her legs tight around her eleven-year-old father's hips. The horny demon boy gave a hot gasp and then lunged forward to capture his daughter's mouth in a heated kiss. The adult woman and the little boy mashed their lips together desperately, mouths wide open and long, demonic tongues winding furiously. They choked on each other's tongues, shoving them down one another's throats in a desperate bid to kiss as obscenely deeply and incestuously as possible.

His enormous dick surged deep inside his daughter. Kali's eyes rolled as she felt her cervix willingly blossom wide and swallow her daddy's fat black cockhead. Asmodai's cumslit flexed and then blasted the back wall of her womb with a hot scattershot of fresh shotacum. Scalding hot underage baby batter spewed directly into Kali's fertility. Her thighs trembled as she clung to her little daddy, keeping his underage body tight against her own while she accepted his seed.

The disgusting sound of them gagging on each other's tongues mixed with the lewd liquid splatter of hot cum being powerfully pumped into her womb. Kali's eyes rolled as she felt her insides burning from his hot demon seed. And she relished the heat. A fresh sweat broke out across her body yet she never released him. Asmodai roughly bucked and ground his hips against hers. His huge balls churned, working overtime to impregnate the very womb they'd created.

Soon her belly began to swell. Her trim tummy expanded rapidly, as her womb inflated with the sheer bulk of his ballslop. Within seconds she appeared three months pregnant. Then more. And more. And more . Only when she approached a bulk that might have been a full term baby, was Asmodai finally finished. Her swollen belly gurgled audibly with the fat yellowed load of hot steamy seed inside her. Her skin radiated feverish heat, her body temperature spiking from the boiling cum trapped in her womb.

"Ghl-pwaaah…" Asmodai gasped as their mouths at last parted.

The demon boy took a few long moments kissing, licking and smooching his daughter. Affectionately they made out, romantically kissing as father and child. Finally he gave a hot moan as his balls were finally spent, and his cock at last ceased its livid throbbing.

"Fuuuuck…" the little boy moaned as he collapsed on top of her.

Kali panted for breath. Her fingers combed through her daddy's cornrows, petting the little boy as he lay his head on her tits. She shuddered and moaned as she looked over to her mother. She found Serafina laying exhausted on her back, but nonetheless smiling proudly at her lover and daughter.

"I think…" Kali panted for breath, "I think daddy got me pregnant," she giggled drunkenly.

"Mmm, that makes two of us," Serafina purred as she rubbed at her own bloated belly.

"I take it… this means we can stay daddy?" Kali asked Asmodai.

The horny boy gave a low moan as he lifted his head. The demon prince was ready for a nap, and right here on top of his sexy daughter seemed like the perfect place to take it. His tail snaked out and curled possessively around Serafina's thigh, squeezing a little to express his ownership of the human woman. With his cock still lodged deep in Kali's womb, he kept his daughter plugged full of cum. Ensuring that not so much as a drop would escape her body.

"Yeah…" he murmured groggily, "You can stay."

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A loud boom resounded through the halls of Infernus, as Lightlander armies assaulted the gates of Hell. Another peal of thunder accompanied the impact of a ram against the enormous black iron doors. The siege of Infernus had lasted for weeks. But in the end the new Hero proved mightier than all the armies of the Pit. Now the Lightlanders were here, at the very gates of the palace. And they were breaking in.

"I would stay by your side, love," Serafina was saying to her little demon master, "'Til the end."

"Me too daddy," Kali insisted.

Asmodai scowled up at both of the women. The little prince was unused to having his orders ignored. Since he was a baby he'd gotten everything he ever wanted with little more than a wave of his hand. Or the occasional tantrum. And truly his tantrums were legendary.

"You won't go, then I'll make you go," he snapped up at them, "Can't cut loose and wreck these dorks if I gotta worry about hitting one of you!"

His hand raised and pentagrams encircled the feet of each woman. Bright light began to beam from each circle before Kali spoke aloud.

"I invoke my right as royalty of Hell!" she exclaimed.

The light in her circle died immediately.

"The fuck!?" Asmodai swore at her.

"Send momma away," Kali stated, "But I won't leave. I have your blood. I have a right to be here. You can't make me leave!"

Another boom hit the gates. Asmodai was all too aware that they were running out of time. He was more than confident he could thrash the Lightlanders single handed. He was the prince of hell after all. But few things survived his wrath when he got truly mad. And he liked these ladies. He didn't want them to turn out as burning cinders in the wake of his rage.

"Kali you have to go," Asmodai insisted, "I don't-"

"You won't hurt me daddy," she replied, "I'm staying with you."

The gates crunched and splintered. Chunks of shattered metal rained from on high. The cheers and battle cries of Lightlanders outside could now be heard echoing into the palace. Asmodai blew jets of smoke from his nostrils as he grit his teeth.

"Fine," he allowed.

"I will wait for you, love," Serafina pledged, "However long it takes."

"Won't be long babe," Asmodai swept his hand, "See ya soon."

With a flare of infernal light the woman was transported from the palace, and vanished from Infernus all together. Kali stood alone with her father, gazing down at him and weathering the fury in his gaze.

"I won't leave you," she repeated softly, "Not… not when we only just met."

"Yeah!" he snapped, then sighed and nodded, "Yeah… I get it. Okay. Wanna kick some Lightlander butt with me?"

"Hell yes," the adult woman grinned wickedly.

With a final peal of thunder, the gates shattered. Asmodai turned slowly, as a righteous battle cry issued through the broken gates. An army of silver clad elves, humans, dwarves and halflings charged forward. And Asmodai rushed to meet them.

Flame blossomed over his naked body. A halo of blood and fire wreathed his mighty horns. The little demon launched forward and with a savage shriek brought his fist into the granite floor. A wave of hellfire lashed outward from him, and with hideous screams the front ranks of the charging army were burned alive.

Kali was all too eager to call upon the benefits of her hellish birthright. She breathed in deep, and released a beam of flame from her lips, spewing laser-like flashes of crimson light into the enemy forces. The ray blossomed into conflagrations of death, as explosions erupted among the enemy ranks. Gasping with awe at her newfound power, Kali levitated into the air, a burning pentagram beneath her feet bearing her aloft. Stretching out her hands she called forth more hellish flame, raining devastation upon her father's foes.

Asmodai cackled gleefuly as he sprang among the bewildered Lightlanders. His fists obliterated bodies and sundered armor with every swing. His tail cracked, snapping necks and flinging soldiers in all directions. A bloody bellow issued from his lips and from on high seething meteors of roaring hellfire descended upon the blessed army. Like artillery shells they detonated on impact, sending riven bodies flying in all directions.

The carnage lasted for over an hour. Wave after wave of Lightlander soldiers perished amidst the gates of the palace. The steps ran red with the blood of the slain, and Asmodai reveled in the slaughter. At last the few remaining forces retreated, fleeing from the fury of the little tyrant.

All save for one.

A human in golden armor, bearing a massive silver greatsword over his shoulder, approached the gates. Stepping over the bodies of the dead, he passed through the gates and balked as he waved a hand in front of his face.

"Fuck it's hot as hell in here," the human exclaimed.

"Gonna try to solo me idiot?" Asmodai cackled, "Wouldn't mind bathing in your blood too."

Indeed the demon prince was already covered in gore from head to toe. A savage grin across his features said he was enjoying himself immensely. Above him Kali hovered watchfully, eyeing the human with disdain and concern.

"Oh me?" the human laughed, "Hell no. I mean, you're the most broken boss in this game. You know what the win/fail ratio is for your raid? Fucking abysmal. And the devs never fucking nerfed you!"

"I got no fuckin' clue what that means," Asmodai spat, "But I guess I do need someone left alive to tell the story of what happened here. How 'bout you run along and I'll consider not reapin' yer fuckin' soul for a decade or two?"

"Okay now see that is what I loved about you," the human chuckled, "The only boss in the game that talks shit. Asmodai of Infernus. The kick-ass brat. Too bad you're too stupid OP to be any fun to fight. But I can fix that."

"Okay now you're just annoying me human," Asmodai snarled, "Think you're some kind of hero, do ya?"

"Yeah," the Hero smirked, "I am."

His palm lifted and a glowing array of boxes and glyphs appeared beneath his hand. His fingers rapidly manipulated the figures before he slapped his palm into the center of the array. A tangible pulse of energy washed through the chamber. And for a moment, nothing happened.

"That the best you got, you limp-dicked, pasty-ass-" Asmodai scoffed as he strode forward.

The word's caught in his throat and he abruptly felt a knot form in his gut. The hellish flames and bloody light that surrounded him abruptly began to flicker and fade as the prince fell to his knees. He clutched at his chest, feeling the tension within him rising like a ball of burning bile. Valiantly he fought to contain whatever was attempting to escape him. It was like the mother of all tummy-aches, and Asmodai had leveled cities over nothing but a tummy-ache. But this was different. This was worse. Instinctively, he knew this was catastrophic.

"Daddy…?" Kali asked from above.

"I-I can't…" Asmodai began.

And then he could hold it no longer. Throwing back his head he retched. And belched a stream of bloody hellfire to the sky. His body trembled and shook as torrents of flame erupted from his mouth and eyes, spewing in curling curtains and boiling waves. Across his body the many piercings and jewels that decorated his naked form tarnished and crumbled, clanging to the ground as they rotted into ash. Still the flames spewed forth, a geyser of hellish power that fled his tiny form.

At last it was over and Asmodai pitched forward, smoke spilling from his blood-shot eyes and cracked lips. Kali screamed and descended as the little demon boy crashed to the ground.

"Whoo!" the Hero laughed, "Now that's what I call a nerf button!"

"Daddy!" Kali gasped frantically, as she gathered the naked boy into her arms, "Daddy, daddy? Oh hells, please answer me?"

Asmodai blinked unevenly. His small brown frame shivered as he experienced a strange new sensation. For the first time in his life, he was cold. Ever had he been warmed by the hellfire within. Ever had he been at home, here in the tormented dimension over which he ruled. Slowly he curled in on himself, and tucked his face against his daughter's chest.

"I-I'm… c-cold…" he gasped and shuddered, "It's… gone…"

Raising a hand he curled his fingers in a desperate attempt to call forth the hellfire. Nothing happened. He tilted his head, seeking the instinctive bonds of power he held over his domain. The knowledge of where his demons were at all times. The unseen leashes that allowed him to conjure devils at any moment. And he felt nothing.

"It's all gone…" he shivered.

"What did you do ?" Kali glared at the Hero through eyes brimming with flame.

"Oh c'mon, he was OP as fuck to begin with!" the Hero waved a hand dismissively.

"What did you do to my father!?!" she screamed.

"Father?" the Hero blinked, "Damn the story got weird in this expansion huh? Look toots I'll be real, I haven't caught up on all the lore outside the main game. Buuuut I don't have a demon waifu in The Harem yet. So how about you come along and tell me all about it."

"I am going nowhere with you!" Kali growled, devilish echoes entering her voice.

"Yeah, demon-babe," the Hero nodded condescendingly, as he raised his gauntlet clad palm, conjuring the frames and glyphs of light once more, "Yeah you are."

Kali was swift to react. She had seen what that spell had done to the prince of hell. She knew she had but seconds to stop him. Wings of flame erupted from her back, her tail whipping behind her like an angry rattlesnake's. With a demonic roar she raced toward the Hero. But tragically, she was too late. A field of light caught her mere moments before her claws could touch him. The Hero flinched, but then laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whoo, close one," he chuckled.

Kali struggled against the force of the strange, unknown magic. Glyphs spiraled around her as she felt her limbs go rigid. Asmodai struggled to push himself to his feet. He was the prince of hell. The lord of all demons. The devourer of souls! If nothing else, he could save his daughter. Yet his limbs were weak, his naked body cold and vulnerable. He stumbled as he tried to walk, and looked up helplessly as Kali levitated into the air.

"No…" he grit his teeth, helpless rage seething through his shivering body.

Kali hung transfixed in the air as a series of glyphs spawned above her head. The symbols flashed and then the light faded, and the half-demon was dropped back to the ground. She landed on her feet with a light grunt and slowly raised her head to lock eyes with the Hero.

"So, gonna catch me up on that lore?" the Hero inquired, "It's a long walk out of hell after all. Didn't have the decency to put any fast travel down here."

"As you wish, sir," Kali replied stiffly but obediently.

"Kali… no!" Asmodai barked and coughed.

"Sounds great!" the Hero grinned, "Oh and finish the quest for me? Bring the house down."

With that the Hero turned and strode over the bodies of slain Lightlanders as he made his way back through the broken palace gates. Kali stood in silence, her tail curling against her thigh.

"Kali…?" Asmodai asked his voice laden with pain and dread.

At last she turned, sadness in her eyes even as her lips forced a smile.

"I'm sorry daddy," she answered, "I… wish we'd had more time together. I really… I wanted…"

"This isn't over," Asmodai growled wearily, "Whatever he's done to you… whatever…" he shuddered and almost doubled over again, "This isn't over."

"I have to go now daddy," Kali tried to keep the sob out of her voice, "Will you… call me baby-girl, one last time?"

"You're mine, you hear!" Asmodai roared, his voice absent the demonic whispers and seething horrors that once layered his wrathful tones, "You're mine! No one takes what's mine!"

"Daddy…" Kali entreated, a tear slipping down her cheek, "Please?"

In all his young life, Asmodai had never failed. Never lost anything. Never been denied. In this moment, he had no idea what to do. But he couldn't deny his tall, leggy, sexy daughter her request.

"I'll find you…" Asmodai swore, "Baby-girl."

Kali smiled and gave a soft hiccup, before she turned away. Tilting her head back she looked to the roiling skies of hell. Thunder rolled among blood-black clouds as she felt the power of rule that was now hers and hers alone. The power to command all the forces of hell. Or lay waste to it. With a resigned sigh, she chose the latter.

The skies roared and flame rippled through the clouds. Screams of fury, horror and pain echoed from the hellish vault. Kali strode away from her father and through the gates of the palace. Asmodai watched her go, even as he struggled to stay conscious. Dimly he was aware of whistles and roars above. The sound of incoming meteors, called from the skies of hell. Countless burning projectiles hurtled to earth, bearing all the destructive wrath that the infernal plane had to offer.

The first wave hit and Asmodai watched his kingdom burn. Mighty towers erected in his name were laid low. The statues of demon kings before him were shattered by screaming hellfire that rained from the sky. The torrent was ceaseless, an unending barrage of apocalyptic fury that laid waste to the infernal realm.

Traces of crimson light began to dance at his feet. Glancing down in confusion he watched a pentagram draw itself beneath him, infernal script writing itself into the lines of the diagram. This was no power of his. But he had seen it before. It was rare that anyone could successfully summon the lord of hell. Only one sorceress had ever called him forth. It brought a smile to his weary face.

A screaming whistle above drew his attention. A massive meteor streaming fire and brimstone hurtled directly toward him. It's descent was alarmingly rapid, gaining speed with each passing moment. Asmodai looked up to it, then down to the summoning circle still forming beneath him.

He knew not which would take him first. And so he shut his eyes, grit his teeth… and waited.

Notes:

I must say out of our three main boys, Asmodai might be my favorite. But what will become of our infernal princeling? Find out next week on Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 - Goblin Knight

Summary:

In which Moku'un befriends a knight and gets some much needed relief.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 5 - Goblin Knight

Three months ago…

"Hyaaah!" Moku'un cried as he swung his hatchet with all his might.

The straw dummy was hastily and a bit shoddily made. But it served well enough for the boy to test his swing against. The little orc yanked the stone-and-wood ax out of the straw and sucked at his short tusks with disapproval. His swing had improved, but he was still just a wiry little thing. And his strength wasn't nearly enough for the kind of fights he had in mind.

"Gettin' better," came the voice from beside him.

The world was a strange and awful place now. There was nowhere to call home anymore. Almost no one he could trust anymore. But there was at least one friend who he'd come to rely on in the past two months. And that was the pretty goblin woman who now appraised his efforts.

"If you say so, Greta," he replied dejectedly, looking down to her.

The boy's escape from the destruction of his home had been a harrowing one. It had been a miracle that he'd washed up on the mainland shore, blown inland by the furious storm. Resourcefulness and desperation had kept him alive as he had picked his way along the coasts, hoping to find some trace of his sister.

He'd seen many horrors along his way. His was not the only village that had fallen prey to the Lightlanders' crusade. Many islands had been attacked. The villages and camps along the mainland coast had been razed. Their people slain or scattered. Moku'un had found himself scavenging the belongings left behind, cobbling together just enough to stay protected from the elements.

"Here, lemme show ya," the goblin said as she reached a hand up to catch his lanky arm, "Ya got the form right. Just need the follow through," she explained as she guided him through the motion.

Another storm had rolled in from the bay when she'd stumbled upon him. A little orc boy wrapped in filthy tarps, hiding in a seawall cave to escape the tempest. The sight of him had nearly broken her little goblin heart, and she'd taken a shine to him rather immediately. He was a sweet thing, if sad and withdrawn. It had taken more than a week for him to be capable of holding a proper conversation, but he had at least agreed to travel with her.

Their journey had taken them inland. During which time the goblin tried many times to engage him, without success. But after she'd defended them from a pack of hungry wolves, he'd opened up to her. Chiefly because he wanted her to teach him to fight.

"I'll never be able to save her like this," he sighed, even after a couple more practice swings.

"It ain' jus' you, li'l bean," Greta reached up to pat his shoulder reassuringly, "That hatchet's duller than a warty toad on a rotten log. We gotta get you somethin' better."

"How'm I supposed to find somethin' better?" he asked, trying to take heart in her assurance that perhaps it was the weapon's failing and not his own.

"Well that's why we're headed where we're headed," she explained, "C'mon. I think that's enough practicing for one day."

Moku'un gave a nod and made himself straighten his back. He couldn't let Greta see him being a pouty child. Times were tough, but Moku'un was determined to show he could handle it. And make sure that he repaid the little goblin for all of her kindness.

He fell into step with her as they made their way back to their secluded little camp. Their trek through from the coast had taken them into barrens. The dry winds that blew across these plains had left these lands unfarmable. Which made for hard, unforgiving territory to cross.

Their campsite was tucked into a small depression in the landscape. A stone outcropping jutted at a sharp angle out of the rocky soil. Beneath this slab of stone they had settled a day ago, to take time to hunt for game and prepare themselves for the final leg of their journey.

Moku'un was quick to offer his small hands to any task that Greta required. Chores, at least, he was quite good at. He'd helped his family with everything around their homestead from tending to animals to digging ditches. Greta had been surprised at how helpful it had been to have the eager young orc at her disposal, and it had only deepened her attachment to the child.

"You're sure we can get help once we're there?" Moku'un asked at last.

They'd settled in to dinner, sipping at a stew of boiled roots and jackalope meat. After spending weeks starving and surviving on whatever he could scavenge from destroyed settlements, the simple fare was a feast to Moku'un.

"I am," Greta smiled with certainty.

"How do you know?" the orc boy inquired.

"Because I used to live there," she replied, "I used to be a knight."

Moku'un paused to fix his gaze upon the goblin. Even as young as he was, she was still a good foot shorter than he was. At a mere three feet and two inches, Greta was as tiny a full grown woman as he'd ever seen. And it was rather obvious that she was fully grown.

Long crimson hair spilled down around her immense ears where it wasn't pulled into the ponytail that sat high atop her head. Her pretty green skin bore freckles across her cheeks, shoulders and chest. Her garments weren't in any better condition than his own.

What had once been a proper blouse and trousers, were now heavily worn and threadbare. The top buttons of her shirt had been torn clean off some time ago, leaving a luscious expanse of deep green cleavage to be exposed to the young orc's gaze. Fat green melons jiggled beneath the cloth with her every movement. The blouse was so thin it was all too obvious she wore nothing beneath it, and her firm, dark nipples poked through the cloth with taunting definition.

Her wide luscious hips and fat, juicy ass were rather well displayed by the tight tattered shorts that barely clung to her body. Sturdy boots gird her feet, but the thigh-high stockings she wore were a bit too small for her. As evidenced by the fact that her ample thigh flesh bulged over the tops of the garments. She was a downright sexy short-stack, that much was sure. But Moku'un had never heard of a goblin… or any monster folk for that matter, that had ever been a knight.

"I know what you're thinking," Greta snickered as she leaned over to lightly flick his nose, "But it's true. I used to be a knight."

"Wow… what happened?" he asked.

"Lightlanders, after a fashion," she shrugged helplessly, "It's kind of a sad story. But I guess we've all got a few of those. What matters is, it'll still be the safest place we can find. If my old lord is still there, it'll definitely be the safest place."

Moku'un gave a slight nod of his head as he stared into his empty bowl. A slight sigh lifted his shoulders and then dropped them.

"I wanted to be a warrior," he explained, "Like the rest of my family. I was learning, a bit. Mom was teaching me, but she had to go when the war started. Khasha… my sister… was training me, but she wasn't as good a teacher as mom was," he chuckled wryly, before sadness crossed his face, "I miss her. I miss them. All of them."

There it was. That little sad face that broke the goblin woman's heart. She scooted closer to the cute twelve-year-old and nudged her shoulder against his.

"We'll find 'em for ya," she assured him, "I'll help. Besides, I've got some ideas to get you better gear and things. Place we're going has a proper workshop, and I'm an old hand at makin' neat weapons n' armor. Just gonna need the right stuff to slap together."

"Well I'll trust anything you make me," he laughed lightly, "And I'll find ya anything you need. I'm good at finding things!"

"I bet you are cutie," she laughed, and then blushed when she realized the little endearment had crossed her lips, "You're just ah, a real helpful sort so far. I bet you'll find all kinds of good stuff."

"I promise, only the best," Moku'un grinned brightly at her.

That smile did things to Greta. Things she knew were absolutely wrong. At the age of twenty-nine herself, she knew better than to be attracted to a twelve-year-old boy. Even if he was bigger than her. And had an adorable smile, and bright eyes, and a sweet soul and…

She quickly pushed herself to her feet and gave a shake of her head. It was wrong and she knew it. She was just lonely was all. Had been alone for a long time. Wandering and avoiding the Lightlands while looking for somewhere else to live. The goblins had all fled these territories decades ago, seeking refuge across the Cleavage Sea. She hadn't seen another of her kind in a long time, and monster folk hadn't been much for trusting outsiders since the old wars drove them all from their homelands.

"We should probably be getting to bed," Greta suggested, "Still a few weeks journey to the castle. Gonna need to stay sharp and rest when we can."

"Good idea," Moku'un nodded to her, "I'll clean things up a bit. You can go ahead n' get bundled up. Feels like it's gonna be cold tonight."

There he was being helpful and eager again. Greta smiled at him over her shoulder and gave a quick nod of her head. She didn't trust herself to not say something embarrassing again and so she simply toddled off to her tent. The tarp-and-hide structures were rudimentary at best. But they were better than sleeping out in the open. Theirs was a hard road, but they were managing together. And Greta knew from experience that managing together was much better than managing alone.

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What she didn't manage was to get any sleep. Long after she'd heard Moku'un finish packing up the camp, leaving only the essentials for the morning, she was still awake. Long after their campfire had begun to wane and the cold of the desert night set in, she was still tossing and turning.

Because she was soaking wet. Her fat little thighs rubbed together, the pressure from her too-tight shorts doing nothing to alleviate her arousal. She tried to banish thoughts of the orc child from her head. Tried to stop lusting after the little boy who had become a friend to her over the last two months. She'd tried for weeks to deny her immoral urges. Tonight, of all nights, they were simply too much to bear.

She meant to rise just to put more wood on the fire. To help keep the cold out of their little corner of the wilderness. But even as the flames began to crackle again, she found herself staring at his tent. She was just going to check on him, she assured herself. Just to make sure he was properly bundled up.

Carefully and quietly the thirsty goblin woman crept to the flap of the little orc's tent. Poking her head in she found that he was not, in fact, bundled up. Instead he lay sprawled atop his bedroll, snoring softly. His exertions both in training and chores had left him overheated and sweaty. A light sheen of perspiration glistened across his emerald skin. Greta licked her lips before she could stop herself.

He would almost certainly catch his death of cold that way. The chill would get him and the sweat would only make it worse. That was why she crawled into his tent, she told herself. That was why she slipped silently in, to cover him up and make sure he stayed warm. Her little hands gathered the folds of his bedroll and began to draw it over him. Her movements disturbed the boy, just enough that he gave a soft murmur.

Instinctively Moku'un reached for her. The source of warmth in his sleeping space. His slim arms gathered her close, in much the way he had often cuddled with the family warg when he was young. Seeking comfort in a warm body, he hugged her to his chest, though his hold had no strength and his limbs simply draped around her.

Greta's eyes went wide. Now she was trapped between that smooth slender body and the covers of his bedroll. Him clad in nothing but a tiny pair of under shorts. Herself wearing nothing but her tight booty shorts and too-thin blouse. Her nose reminded her that neither of them had been able to bathe in days. His funk ought to have been off putting. Instead it only worsened her arousal.

"Hnnn…" she murmured softly, as her lips parted and her tongue extended.

Slowly she pressed her tastebuds to his chest. The warmth of his skin under her tongue was exquisite. The taste of his sweat was even better. It didn't have the strong acridness of an adult yet. Its gentle saltiness was damn near sweet. Lewdly she dragged her tongue across the child's chest, until her mouth found one of his dark black nipples. She discovered it was already tautly crinkled, and so her plush lips closed around it and she moaned as she slowly suckled.

He tasted so good! His body was so warm. It had been ages since anyone had touched her. Since she had touched anyone. Her wide hips shifted as she rubbed her fat thighs together, her pussy juicing liberally while she suckled at the little orc boy's nipple. Again her tongue dragged over his chest, gathering up as much of his sweat as she could and then lewdly swallowing it. Inwardly she groaned at herself. For how disgusting she was being. Tongue bathing the twelve-year-old boy and growing ever more aroused for it.

Her little nose twitched as she nuzzled across his chest, following his stink to where it was stronger. Beneath his arm. Her eyes rolled at the smell, but perverse need drove her on. It was disgusting that she wanted this. But want it she did. Her little tongue dug into his smooth armpit and she almost choked at the funky sweat that she lapped into her mouth. Firmly she swallowed, her eyes rolling again at the knowledge that his smell was now inside her.

Her tongue continued to bathe the boy's chest, shoulders and armpits. The little goblin assaulted her senses with his thick youthful aroma, gagging a time or two when it became too powerful. But it didn't take long for something else to draw her attention.

Moku'un was hard. Her thigh across his lap had registered the growing bulk moments ago. It had been cute at first. Until he kept growing. Already he had surpassed her expectations. Now she needed to investigate. Slowly she lifted her leg and slid a hand down his abdomen. Her fingertips found the hem of his shorts, and then wandered over it to fit her palm over his bulge. And her eyes went wide.

He was still getting bigger. And harder too. His shorts would soon be insufficient to contain him. Already the head beginning to push it's way free of the leg of his shorts, as it's growth pressed it out into the open. She should have withdrawn immediately. Instead the little woman squeezed his bulge. And encouraged him to grow to his full size.

It occurred to her that his shorts would be in the way. And so she began the careful process of peeling them off his sweaty body. No sooner than his cock and balls were exposed, the smell of sweaty orc child grew thicker in the tent. Carefully she eased her way down his body, her little nose twitching as she worked the shorts down his legs and over his long green fuckflesh. When at last the boy's dick came free, it released with force.

The fat log of dense green kidmeat swung free of his shorts, and clocked her hard across the cheek. Greta had taken quite a blow or two in her day. She'd never been outright clubbed with a little boy's cock before. The heavy slap wasn't what stunned her. It was the sheer weight of his fuckpole against her freckled face. She gasped as she blinked, and found herself staring at an obscene pillar of hot green breeding beef that would have put any full grown man to shame.

Slowly Greta swallowed, and her nostrils flared at the stink that rolled off of his huge unwashed boydick. The thick smell of his nutsweat was enough to knock her crosseyed, and the dense stench of his sticky fuckslab made her hips lurch with gobby lust.

"... oh fuck …" she whispered.

She was smitten now. She knew she was. She'd toed the line from friendly and caring to mildly attracted all the way to full blown lust. But now? Now she was smitten. If the boy had woken up and demanded that she be his exclusive woman, she'd have said yes in a heartbeat. As it was, she was free to indulge in treating the boy to an even more thorough tongue bathing.

Her nose pressed against the veiny bulk of his stupidly thick shaft. She inhaled deeply and felt her brain fog over with cockdrunk lust. Steadily she dragged her freckled green face down his emerald fucktool to those bloated sticky nuts. Again she inhaled and choked on the thick, delicious stink of his bloated boy balls. She could only guess as to when he'd last gotten off. Poor thing had probably been too tired, cold and hungry to be terribly horny. But his body hadn't forgotten its budding needs.

A swipe of her tongue across the smooth, sweaty surface of one of his cumtanks told her just how full they were. The dense orb jiggled and sloshed sluggishly under her tastebuds. Her eyelashes fluttered as she struggled not to make a truly indecent sound. His nutsweat was even tastier than the rest of him had been. His orbs were massive, just like his cock. But she was a goblin, and she had a biiig mouth.

Slowly her plush lips spread apart, her jaw opening far wider than most sentient species could manage. With a hungry hum the little goblin knight scooped that fat underage cum factory into her hot mouth. Slowly she suckled, lovingly and worshipfully cleaning his sweaty jizztank. Her tongue thoroughly scrubbed every inch of sticky green skin, and she swallowed around it several times to drag as much of his nutsweat down her throat as she could manage.

By the time Greta was cleaning Moku'un's other ball, the boy was starting to stir. He was rock hard and his heartrate had picked up. And something felt amazing between his legs. A soft moan issued from between his short little tusks. A sound that made Greta's needy pussy juice even more. He felt a hot mouth latched onto one of his bloated nuts, and it suckled firmly causing him to almost gag from the intense pleasure.

"Wh-wha…?" the little boy moaned, "Who…?"

Glancing down he could barely make out her form in the darkness of the tent. But the silhouette of those ample hips and her fat jiggling ass was all the clue he needed.

"G-Greta!?" he exclaimed.

"Mmm-pwah!" she gasped as she let his freshly cleaned ball slide free of her mouth, "Shhh… it's okay cutie. I gotcha…"

"Wh-what are you… I'm all," he began and then broke off into a moan, "Diiiirty!"

His protest was temporarily ignored as Greta dragged her tongue slowly up his sweaty fucktool. Her eyelids fluttered again while she steadily cleaned his throbbing kiddy cock, her tongue fitting against each vein for a long, slow lap. Her tastebuds dutifully scrubbed up the inches of his long, fat fuckpole again and again, spitshining him until not a drop of his sticky cocksweat was left.

"Mmm… I know," she cooed, "I came t' make sure you were warm. But… you need a cleaning dirty boy," she hummed with a sinful lack of reproach.

"Th-that's… ungh… all smelly," Moku'un moaned with embarrassment, "I d-didn't want you to…!"

"It's okay cutie," the goblin woman moaned, "I like it."

That revelation blew the little orc's mind. His sister had often complained when he got too stinky. His parents would throw him in a tub and scrub him when he neglected to do it himself. But that had been family. Greta was a cool, nice lady who had saved him when he'd needed it most. He'd hoped to be nothing but cool and nice in return, and ensure she had only the best impression of him. That had most certainly not included her smelling his stinky cock. Much less licking it clean! At least… not until now.

"You… you do…?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she groaned as her lips found the bloated head of his cock and she slowly kissed it, "I like it alot ."

Moku'un shivered. His young brain had no idea what to do with that information He only knew it was making him throb harder. A soft moan came from the little green shota as Greta slowly made out with his cumslit. He could feel the thirsty goblin wriggling her tongue at his pisshole, while her thick lips kissed his cockhead.

"Mmwah…" she cooed, "Mmm, last time you bathed… the river we crossed yeah? 'Bout a week ago?"

"Y-yeah?" Moku'un asked nervously, "Why?"

Greta gripped that fat twitching pole of orcish cockflesh. Her small fingers couldn't even meet each other around his sheer girth but she held him steady. Carefully she squeezed, and then eased her hands downward. Her eyes locked on the thick foreskin that encircled his cockhead, her grip on his cock steadily peeling his fat emerald dick. Moku'un gasped when he realized her purpose and gave a moan of mingled lust and mortification as his cockhead was exposed.

" F-fuck …!" Greta squeaked.

The stink of gooey smegma filled the tent. The thick aroma of musky cum and sweat rippled off his bloated green cockhead. Greta's eyes went wide as she stared at the thick, jiggly mass of coagulated cockcheese oozing down his shaft.

"W-wow Moku'un…!" she gasped, "That's uhm…"

"I-It's not what you think," he whimpered, "It's just y-you're really pretty! And… I t-tried to jack off but it seemed too loud and… and it just kept leaking so… haah! " he broke off in a squeal.

"Mmmnph!" Greta moaned.

She silenced the poor boy's mortified explanation by mashing an open mouth kiss to the side of his cock. Her eyes rolled and a mouthful of smegma was her reward. With a wet slurp the little goblin set to cleaning her underage companion, slurping gloopy kiddy-cheese off of his huge green cock.

"Uuuhn!" Moku'un moaned, "G-Greta!"

The goblin wasn't listening anymore. She was overcome with lust for the boy's huge throbbing green dick. Her mouth opened wider as she gobbled his cockhead and with a smooth push, stuffed him deep into her mouth. Drooling liberally over his fat knob, the goblin knight began to blow the little boy like there was no tomorrow.

"Mmssck! Mssrlllp! Mrrnnnnssck!" Greta whorishly moaned.

The wet, nasty slurping of the goblin's blowjob echoed through their little shelter. It bounced off the rock shelf overhead, mingled with the crackle of the fire and the moan of the wasteland winds. Her crimson locks spilled free of their ponytail, draping down over her shoulders and spilling across Moku'un's lap. The goblin woman didn't slow down, greedily inhaling inch after inch of throbbing boymeat.

When his bloated crown met her throat, she only opened her big mouth wider. Her shoulders heaved with a deep breath, and she pushed him into her throat. A loud gulp and gag followed, but the goblin didn't back off. Instead she kept going, shoving his dirty dick deeper and deeper into her throat. Moku'un gave a gasp as his little hands flew to her head.

"C-Greta!" he gasped, "Careful! Y-you're too small!"

"Glawk! Gawk! Grawk! Gwawk!" the shortstack loudly gurgled in reply.

Moku'un's fingers wound into her gorgeous hair as he began to tremble under her. His bloated balls churned sluggishly and he moaned with lust and pleasure. The goblin moaned while she used her throat to clean his cock, bobbing back and forth to scrub him firmly and gulp down any traces of his nasty boy-smegma.

"O-oh ancestors…" he gasped, "I-I'm gunna…!"

Greta's big ears perked upward. Oh, the cute thing was gonna cum for her? She'd almost forgotten about that part. And now she really, really wanted it. He'd sounded so delicious so far with her worshiping his dick and balls. What would it be like when he really came? She needed to know. And so she bobbed her head harder. Her tight throat convulsed around his fat shaft, her neck bulging with the sheer bulk of underage orc meat inside her.

Moku'un's hips bucked and he produced an awkward strangled squeak. The childish moan of relief turned into a panicked gasp of dismay, followed by whines as his feet kicked and his body thrashed. Greta found herself confused. By the way that huge fuckpole was bucking in her throat, he was cumming pretty hard. But somehow she'd been denied the hot rush of kidcum she'd been expected.

"Mmmllgh…" she gurggled as she pulled back off of him, "Mmwaaah! Haah… mnn… wh-what… what's wrong cutie…?" she asked.

Try as she might she couldn't keep her mouth off his cock. Not even for a second. Even as she struggled to catch her breath the little goblin couldn't help kissing, licking and drooling all over his huge messy fucklog. Her lips closed over the head, slurping at his cumslit. Her tongue dragged over the glans, worshiping its' girth. A soft sound of inquiry came from her, even as her mouth slurped over his veins, relishing the feeling of his youthful throbs.

"I-it's stuck…!" he moaned, as his hips trembled, "I-I can't… g-get it out!"

"What… do ya mean?" Greta asked.

She'd never had a man be unable to cum for her. Not with the way she gave head. Her hands slid up and down his bulk, massaging his fat holewrecker. Until she felt it. The thick cumvein along the underbelly of his cock was densely swollen. She could feel a hot blockage, a coagulated cumclot stuck deep in his fat dick.

"I-It's been weeks," he whimpered, "I.. I haven't gotten off once. I think… I think my cum got too thick…"

"Oh… oh you poor thing," Greta cooed as she kissed and licked at his bulging cumvein, "How do I help?" she asked.

"N-need…mnn…" he whined, "Need to f-fuck."

"Wh-what?" Greta asked perplexed.

"H-happened before," he panted, "My… my mom… I had to use her pussy… O-only thing tight enough to… squeeze it out."

His mother !? Greta was aghast to hear such a thing. But she immediately realized she couldn't be too scandalized. Not when she herself was between a twelve year old's legs, blowing him better than any brothel whore. She cleared her throat as she licked her lips and rubbed her cheek against his enormous breeding tool.

"Oh um… cutie I uh…" she shivered, "It's a dangerous day for me Moku'un. I… I don't think my pussy is the best idea…"

"Oooooh… I can't… hhhrngh…" the little orc boy grit his teeth, struggling to find some composure.

Greta thought quickly. She did want to relieve the poor boy. More importantly she needed to get that nut out of him. And into her. But if her mouth and pussy wouldn't do. That left the one option.

"Don't… don't move," she breathed to him.

Moku'un did as he was told, and listened to the shuffling in the dark. The flop of sweaty clothes reached his ears, as the goblin knight stripped. A moment later he gasped as he felt the heavy weight of her massive goblin tits press against his chest. The curvy little woman was completely naked, her own sweaty body grinding against his. Her fat thighs locked around his heavy cock and he gagged when he felt her squeeze her legs tight around him.

"You… seem pretty virile, for such a little guy," she chuckled sheepishly at him, as she once more licked his slim young chest, "Uuunh… so… can't have you getting me pregnant…"

His cock flexed between her fat thighs, and Greta found herself elated at the raw strength of his massive orc dick. She suspected that she could sit on the thing if she wanted and he could support her weight on it with how hard it was. Instead she arched her hips, grinding the mammoth swells of her shortstack ass against his huge cock. Her legs cradled his girthy fuckpole against her, gasping when she felt his broad pillar squish between her cheeks. For long moments they rocked and rolled together, as he hotdogged her fat jiggling ass. She moaned as she let him fuck her ass cheeks, feeling the hot saliva and throat slime from her sloppy blowjob slick up her cheeks and hole.

"But don't worry cutie," she whispered, "I'm gonna make you cum really, really hard," she promised.

The little goblin pressed her palms to the taller child's chest. Easing her weight back she gasped as she felt that bulbous green cockhead fit right against the bloated donut of her thick goblin asshole. The puckered green bud of her muscular little anus lewdly smooched and kissed his cock, making Greta moan with lust. Knight though she was, she'd always been a total butt slut. And getting this kid's enormous fuckpole up her ass was going to be a treat.

"Y-your ass?" Moku'un gasped eagerly.

"Mhm…" Greta cooed, "That's… okay right?" the woman suddenly asked self-consciously.

It had been a rare occurrence. But there were some who didn't quite get along with the goblnoid fixation on anal sex. Among her people it was far more common than proper intercourse, if only because goblins were known for having lots of babies at once. But a time or two of rejection had made the little knight a touch nervous that the boy might object to being stuffed up her ass.

"It's my favorite !" Moku'un replied eagerly.

At that she laughed. The boy had just responded as if she'd offered him a pile of candy. She felt him twitching and throbbing eagerly against her greedy asshole and she cooed down at him as her fingers curled against his chest.

"Good, mine too," she giggled.

The angle she had was good enough to tease his cock with her ass. But if she wanted to really fuck, she was going to need to really work her hips. Reluctantly she unlocked her thighs from around his dick, and instead planted her feet on either side of his hips. Squatting over the little boy she bit her lip between her teeth and eased her weight down onto his big dick.

"Oh f-fuck…" she huffed, "Mnn… it's uhm… b-been awhile since I had anyone… i-inside," she confessed, "I think you're gonna have to help."

His hands slid to her thighs, then to her waist and hip. His touch was more experienced than she expected. Must be thanks to that family fucking he'd been talking about. The idea that the little boy had learned how to be a fuckstud from incest made her pussy drip. She was eager to see just how good he was.

"Like this?" he asked, firming his grip on her.

"Mhm," she nodded, "P-push me down. Make me take- ah! "

She never got to finish her sentence. Moku'uns wiry arms flexed. With a huff and an orcish grunt, he forced her down onto his cock. The wet slurp of her tight asshole being stretched by his slick green dick was outright audible. Greta felt the wind leave her lungs as Moku'un didn't stop with just the tip. No the little stud bucked his hips up and thrust deep into her gripping ass. Fat veiny inches of hot twelve-year-old fuckflesh now stretched her asshole obscenely wide. Leaving Greta to tremble, gasp and squeeze on his enormous underage fucktool.

"F-f-fu-uuuck…" she drooled and shook, "T-too much…"

"S-sorry!" Moku'un moaned, "You're just r-really… hhhhnnn !"

He knew he shouldn't have thrust again. He felt bad about it. But it felt too good . The goblin produced a sound like a squeaky toy, as the little kid stuffed his dick into her guts. His brawny orc cock stretched her wider and wider with every inch. Greta trembled over him, her ass aching and squeezing as Moku'un's fat fucklog was lodged deep inside her big goblin butt.

"M-moku'un!" she squeaked, "P-please!"

"I'm… ungh, I'm sorry!" he whimpered, "I'll stop, I'll stop!" he promised.

Greta was glad for the reprieve. Her body shook and squeezed over him. The stuffing was so intense that she wasn't sure if she was about to cum or just tear in half. She needed a second to find out which it was going to be. After a moment her body managed to adjust to the powerful stretching. And the scales were now definitely weighted in favor of cumming. The boy seemed eager to get to thrusting, even if she had planned on riding him. So why not let him do what he needed?

"O-okay…" she panted, "I'm ready cutie. Fuck me- eeee !"

Moku'un barely waited for her to finish before he thrust again! His hips lurched up and the only thing that kept Greta from flying off her feet was his tight grip on her hips. There was a loud smack as her ass cheeks met his thighs, and his thick bloated nuts slapped her ass. Both of them exclaimed with pleasure. It felt like his cockhead had punched her in the lungs from inside her body. Then Moku'un dropped his hips and his burly green fuckslab damn near pulled her inside out.

"Guuuugh!" she choked.

He slammed his cock back into her again, and gasped with lust and pleasure as he felt her thick donut asshole grip the base of his fuckmeat. The tight sexy goblin's body squeezed him so hard it felt like her insides were trying to crush his cock. It was an effort just to pull out of her. But no sooner than he was out, the horny little orc slammed his oversized boydick all the way back into her again.

"Gahhahg!" Cerice screamed as she gripped at his shoulders, "M-Moku'un! Moku'un!"

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

The horny boy was fucking her full force and speed now. The loud smack of his balls spanking her fat freckled ass echoed through the alcove. The squeaks and groans of sweaty goblin assfucking mixed with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. The little boy put his skills to good use, slamfucking her fat wobbling ass for all she was worth.

Greta had been railed by some big guys before. But this kid's cock was unfairly thick. And he fucked faster than any man she'd ever been with. It didn't take much for her to realize she'd completely lost control here. Her arms gave out as did her legs, and she squealed as she flopped forward onto his chest. Her fat goblin tits squished onto his face, and Moku'un gave a muffled moan of delight as he was buried in her sweaty cleavage.

"M-m-oku'un!" she exclaimed, "S-slow down! Oh gob, s-slow down!"

The boy never broke stride. His hands simply adjusted their grip on her. His little fingers dug into the fat flesh of her freckled green ass. Gripping her tight with his wiry arms, the little stud kept right on fucking. Greta wrapped her arms around his head, holding on for dear life as the cute little orc boy railed her ass like he was trying to put his cock clean through her entire body.

Smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!

The wet slurp and slorp of her tight asshole sliding up and down his enormous dick was disgustingly and delightfully loud. She was going to lose her mind and cum her brains out on his dick any second. But the boy wasn't far behind. She could feel that fat wad of clogged up cum sliding steadily up his cock. Every stroke of her tight little ass worked it further up his fuckhose. Until finally, the dam broke.

"Mmmrrph!" came his muffled squeak from between her tits.

"Cum in me!" Greta screamed frantically, "Moku'un cum inside meeee!"

His hips lurched and she felt every last inch of that unreasonably thick twelve-year-old fuckslab buried in her ass. Something popped inside her. And then she felt it. The flood of hot, backed up orcish nutsludge. It spewed inside her and she felt her guts fill with his nasty kidjizz. A gluey weight settled somewhere behind her belly button. The heavy cumclog now firmly deposited in her guts. But Moku'un was still cumming.

More tar-thick ballslop spewed into her. She could feel the liquid heat spreading. Her belly expanded rapidly, inflating her like a little goblin balloon and making her choke and sputter. Her stomach churned as if she'd suddenly chugged a keg of ale from the wrong direction. Her whole body clenched as her eyes watered and she retched helplessly.

A hot splatter of frothing fresh underage cocksnot spewed from her mouth. She gagged as she vomited pure, pent-up orc seed across the wall of the tent. It sprayed out of her again, an unbroken stream of pearly breeding batter. Never in her life had Greta felt a cumload shoot all the way through her! But she was so overfilled inside from her assfucking, that the obscene amount of cum had nowhere else to go.

Again she coughed up a mouthful of hot sticky shotajizz. And again. And again. And again . Already she'd thrown up enough nutbutter to have impregnated several women. Her aching gut made her all too aware that it was but a fraction of what was still inside her. She thought she might throw it all up. But finally the boy's shudders began to subside. The pressure within her body failed to be great enough to continue forcing jizz out of her mouth. Instead she was left packed to the brim with hot creamy kiddy cum, a gigantic pool of cockcream compeltely filling every nook and cranny inside her.

"F-fuuu…" she managed breathlessly, breathing through strings of jizz that drizzled from her lips, "Wh-what the… f-fuuuck…?"

"I-I'm sorry," Moku'un apologized as he lifted his face from her tits, "I… I cum alot."

Greta couldn't help but laugh breathlessly at the kid's understatement. He'd nut in her so hard it was like he'd impregnated her asshole! The impossibility of it was a lurid fantasy that made her clench around him. Licking her lips she slurped up the cummy mess off her face. Just swallowing was an effort that reminded her of how obscenely full she was. She should have been disgusted, uncomfortable. Instead she was just fuckdrunk and happy.

"You let me know… next time you need to unload like that," she shivered as she shifted herself over him, "You can… cum in me anytime."

"Thanks," Moku'un giggled cheerfully, "I will!"

With a gentle adjustment he let the goblin lady lay her head on his chest. He pulled the covers of his bedroll over them to lock in their shared warmth and keep out the cold. Greta gave a happy little sigh as she snuggled her little companion and brand new fuckbuddy. His cock was still somewhere deep in her guts. But she had no plans to pull him out before morning.

Notes:

Moku'un's made a friend it seems! And she's leading him toward his destiny. Time alone will tell what that may be. Check in next week to see the story continue!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 6: Chapter 6 - Foxy Mommy

Summary:

In which Kotaro meets a priestess, and has a delicious meal.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 6 - Foxy Mommy

Two months ago…

"Obaa-san, I found more over here!" Kotaro announced.

The hinterlands were a hard and unforgiving place. Here the deserts met the hills, turning into a rocky rolling landscape of arid scrub. The landscape was made more foreboding by the vast groves of petrified trees that still dotted the biome.

"Ah, well done Kotaro-kun," a warm, husky voice replied, "Here, allow me."

Precious little grew here anymore. And what did was hostile and poisonous. Such was the case of the crimson coral which grew at the base of the petrified trees. Their scarlet vines laced up the sides of the dead wood like bloody veins, linked to a bulbous central body nestled among the tree's roots.

"Now let's see what we can find for our dinner," the speaker said.

Kotaro watched as the kitsune woman stepped toward the bulbous red plant. She was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen. An elegant kimono in deep lavender gird her luscious form. She strode with unerring grace on long legs that occasionally peaked from beneath the folds of her silk garment.

Her kimono rode low on her shoulders, revealing enormous swells of smooth alabaster titflesh that bounced and jiggled with her every movement. Long bright orange hair matched the fur of not only her tall black-tipped fox ears, but also her quartet of fluffy tails. The four tails indicated that she was at least four hundred years old. But few would have described her as being a day over thirty-five. Thick, juicy lips curved in a knowing smile as she raised a dainty hand and held it out over the plant.

Kotaro watched motes of pale flame gather to her fingertips. The foxfire was hypnotic to look at, but Kotaro had learned to not focus too much on the flickering tongues. He had a part in this gathering job too, and he was determined to do it well. Sensing the proximity of prey, the bulbous red plant abruptly split open and released a chuff of gas into the air.

The foxfire flared as it rapidly burned away the noxious fumes. The bulb of the plant lay wide open, it's interior surface replete with thorns that dripped hostile venom. But in the very center of the wide open maw lay it's treasure. Two juicy fruits that were plump, round and bright orange. Kotaro sprang into action.

His little red arms moved with eye blurring speed. His mother had spent many days training the youngling, in the hopes that one day he would be as swift and deft as she was. Hand speed had been chief among their exercises. He remembered the frustration of trying to snatch a pea from the palm of her hand, only for the shinobi woman to evade him every time.

The plant snapped closed the instant it detected movement. But it was not nearly as fast as Kotaro's mother. It was quite literally child's play for the little oni to steal the two fruits and dance away from the carnivorous plant before it's poisonous leaves closed with a loud snap.

"I got them, I got them!" the ten-year-old squealed happily.

"Good job Kotaro-kun," the kitsune woman smiled happily, "You're so quick!"

Kotaro beamed with pride as he inspected the fruits he carried. Though he was pleased with his performance, he was somewhat dismayed with their harvest. The fruits were on the smaller side of those they'd found elsewhere. Certainly not enough to make a meal for both of them.

"There were only two," he reported as he offered them to the kitsune woman, "You take them, Ayanami-san."

Seiko Ayanami looked down at the cute red-skinned ogre boy and pressed a hand to her cheek. He was a sweet little thing, and she'd found him to be excellent company ever since she'd discovered him half buried in the desert sand. The kitsune woman had dug him out and spent the next week nursing him back to health. The poor thing had been severely dehydrated and he'd had no idea how long he'd spent unconscious.

For days he'd done almost nothing but cry. When she finally learned his sad tale, she could not help but empathize with the child. Seiko was no stranger to loss herself. But in each other they found kindred spirits. The boy had agreed to travel with her, to find someplace safe to stay. In the ensuing weeks of travel they'd become fast friends. And Seiko found a balm for her own loss in the child's cheerful spirit.

"That's so sweet of you Kotaro-kun," she hummed as she accepted the fruits, "But I can't let a growing boy like you go hungry. Are you sure you'll be alright with the usual?"

"I-I'll be alright," Kotaro stammered and blushed so hard even his naturally crimson cheeks turned a darker shade of scarlet, "I like when you feed me."

"Well we should travel a bit further before we make camp first," the kitsune smiled, her tails swishing behind her, "But I'll make sure you go to bed with a full belly tonight."

Kotaro felt his fundoshi tighten as his girthy boydick surged with excitement. Seiko's smile was absolutely radiant and motherly. She was softer than his mother was, and while he missed his mom terribly there was something about Seiko's nurturing nature that excited him as well. As the kitsune milf turned and continued walking, Kotaro quickly fell into step beside her.

"Is it much further to the castle?" he asked presently after they'd journeyed a ways in companionable silence.

"I'm afraid so, yes," she nodded, "You see those mountains," she gestured.

In the distance Kotaro could see the mighty swells of earth rising to the sky. Nearly dome shaped, each was slightly different from the other. Some rose to perfectly pointed peaks, while others featured rounded snowy caps. Some teetered at angles, belling out steeply on one side while smoothly sloping on the other. All were magnificent displays of mountainous majesty.

"I see them," he nodded.

"Those are the Bazonga Mountains," she indicated, "We will find the castle nestled among the foothills. And I believe we will be safe there."

"How do ya know?" Kotaro asked.

"A long time ago, I lived and worked there," she said, "The lord of the castle was a human. He sought to understand many things that other humans did not. I served him and he protected us."

"Did you stop working for him?" Kotaro asked.

"I am afraid so," Seiko nodded sadly.

"How come?" the little boy asked.

Seiko breathed in slowly and let it out. How could she explain a tale meant for lords and kings to a little boy? What would he understand of politics and bigotry and the ways of the world? She tilted her head thoughtfully and then attempted to relate her tale.

"He was a Hero once," she explained, "Like the one who destroyed your home. Once he thought as all Lightlanders do. That people like you and I are monsters to be destroyed."

Kotaro's shoulders sagged with sadness. He remembered the Hero all too well. Remembered the cruel glee in his eyes. Remembered how he had turned his own mother against him.

"But he learned he was wrong," Seiko continued, "And when he did, he sought to make things right. He found a castle on this side of the mountains, and brokered a peace between the monster folk and the Lightlanders. He worked with many of us to improve the lives of our people. That was how I came to work for him. In time he hoped to return our lands to us. The homes we had lost on the other side of the mountains."

"Did something go wrong?" Kotaro asked.

"I'm afraid it did, child," Seiko nodded morosely, "The Hero was a good person, but a naive one. At first he fought us because he had been told we were evil. When he learned that was not the case, he tried to fix things. He believed the Lightlanders when they told him they would keep the peace. He did not see that they had lied to him again."

"Why would they do that?" Kotaro inquired.

"Because…" Seiko searched for an answer, "We are not like them, Kotaro-kun. And they do not like people who are not like them. They did not like that the Hero wanted to be friends with us. So they lied to him. And then when they did not need him anymore, they turned on him. The Hero fought to protect us but he could not defend us all. He sent us away so that we would not be in danger, while he stayed alone at the castle to defend us. But he is just one person. And eventually the Lightlanders summoned a new Hero."

Kotaro fell silent as he thought on this story. Lightlanders seemed very mean to him. And he could not fully understand why. With a dejected sigh he simply gave a shake of his horned head and looked up to Seiko.

"Lightlanders are bullies," he surmised.

"Many of them are, yes," the kitsune laughed at his simple yet accurate assessment, "Not all of them though. But I can teach you many more things of the world and the Lightlands when we reach the castle. Perhaps even how to find and save your mother. I'm sure she misses you terribly."

"I hope so…" Kotaro nodded softly.

The ensuing hours of the afternoon passed in gentle silence. Their passage through the hinterlands was mercifully without difficulty. Few predators dwelt here among the petrified forests. Not only for the lack of game, but for fear of the poison plants whose crimson vines crept everywhere. As the light began to fade from the sky the boy and the woman searched for a place to make camp. The trunk of a fallen stone tree proved to be ample shelter. It had crashed heavily among it's brethren and lay at an angle that created a secluded pocket beneath its bark.

Here the pair elected to settle in for the night. They had nothing in the way of tents, and a simple rolled futon was all that they had managed for a bedroll. Bits of tinder and dead plant matter allowed them to start a small campfire, over which they roasted the fruits they had harvested that day. Seiko ate daintily while Kotaro regaled her with stories of his home among the oni in the badlands. Soon enough she was finished, and it was time to see to her young companion's care as well.

"Well Kotaro-kun," Seiko smiled at the boy, "It's time to feed you now."

Kotaro's eyes went wide and he slowly licked his lips. A week ago he'd been extremely apprehensive about this arrangement of theirs. But he'd eagerly adapted to it. It was a rather unconventional way to keep them both nourished. But it was a really fun way. With an obedient nod the ten-year-old boy moved in and sat beside Seiko on the rolled out futon.

"I'm ready obaa-san," he nodded to her eagerly.

"Alright then, come come," she smiled as she patted her lap.

The lavender silk of her kimono fit against her curves with delectable definition. The full plushness of her thighs, the sweep of her hips and the tuck of her waist were all making the boy's mouth water. But his eyes were locked on the expansive jiggly milf tits that were all but spilling out of her kimono. With ginger movements the little oni boy lay down beside the kitsune milf and leaned in close to lay his head in her lap.

"There's a good boy," she smiled down at him as she brushed her violet painted fingernails through his long white hair.

Kotaro shivered with delight at the motherly touch and cooed with approval and comfort. Her other hand lay upon his slim chest, lightly rubbing at his warm flesh through the thin fabric of his threadbare tunic. The child wasn't particularly well dressed. Little more than his tunic, fundoshi and tabi to clothe him. But it would all be coming off rather soon. It always did on nights like these.

"Are you hungry sweetie?" she asked softly, and when the boy nodded she purred, "Then let obaa-san feed you."

With a shift of her shoulders she raised her fingers to the deep neckline of her kimono. It took nothing more than a gentle tug to compromise the garment. The fat swells of her enormous tits spilled out into the open. A hot gasp issued from her as she freed her matronly mammaries, exposing them fully to the night air. A blush spread across her cheeks and Kotaro released a muffled squeak as the weight of her juicy milktanks dropped firmly onto his face.

Her breasts were huge and round and soft, each sporting a wide areola and thick pink nipple. Yet the inverted peaks were ever so shy, and were firmly swallowed into the ample flesh of her teat.

"There you go sweet boy," she murmured, "Lots of milk for you tonight."

Little red fingers lifted to her mammoth swells and softly groped at her chest. A pleasured gasp spilled from the kitsune's lips as the little boy's hands hefted her sensitive flesh. Her incredible bust was rather tender today, having grown heavy and full to the point of being positively engorged. Kotaro gave her a soft squeeze, which made the older woman's eyes roll in her head.

"Mnnm…" she moaned softly.

"Wow obaa-san..." he murmured to her, "They seem extra heavy today."

"They are," she confessed, "You didn't drink from them last night after all. They've been this way all day."

"I'll fix it obaa-san," Kotaro murmured, "Promise."

His mouth opened and he dragged his smooth little tongue across the heft of one heavy udder. Seiko felt her heartrate accelerate as she shivered with growing lust and need. His lips found the broad pink circles of one areola and he dragged his tongue over it slowly.

"Mmnm, they aren't perked today obaa-san," Kotaro noted.

To this the kitsune pinned her ears and gave a soft sound of distress. She was ever so embarrassed of her inverted nipples. Kotaro only hummed as he lapped at her again and Seiko sighed as she felt a small spurt of liquid issue from her overfull teat. Warm, sweet milk leaked from the tight cavern of her inverted nipple and Kotaro was quick to slurp it up. With a hungry little moan he glanced up to her and opened his mouth wider.

"Itadakimaaasu…" he hummed.

And then he dug his tongue right into her nipple. Seiko lifted a knuckle to her teeth, to bite back a soft moan. The warm little tongue swirled slowly into her inverted peak, finding the taut milky pucker of her nipple within. Kotaro moaned as his tongue tip dug at the sensitive flesh, his lips sealing against her warm pink areola. Seiko gasped as his sharp little teeth lightly nipped at her skin, further causing her flesh to harden and her milk to flow.

"Mnn… c-careful sweet thing," she lightly chided him, "I have plenty for you."

Kotaro gave an impatient wiggle while he suckled harder. His tongue wriggled firmly and Seiko gasped, her eyelashes fluttering. Her big milky tits were so very sensitive and already she could feel shocks of pleasure rushing to her core between her plush thighs. His tongue squirmed more firmly and with a lewd suckle he dragged his lips backward.

Seiko moaned helplessly as she felt him pry her nipple out properly, making the firm pink peak fully reveal itself. The long thick teat stuck out a full inch and a half from her ample mammary, and it spurted hot milk directly into Kotaro's mouth.

"Aaahnh!" Seiko moaned aloud, cradling the boy's head to her chest.

Steadily Kotaro suckled and slurped. His soft red lips bobbed back and forth along her nipple, blowing her breast as he slurped hungrily at her flesh. The sloshing of milk within her bloated sphere only encouraged the boy to drink faster from her teat. His tongue and teeth taunted and tormented the perky pink flesh, prompting gasps and moans from Seiko.

"N-not so rough, Kotaro-kun!" she gasped, "N-not so… ahhn!"

Saints and ancestors, he was going to make her cum like that! Her breasts were so sensitive and Kotaro was feasting on her. His little teeth gave firm nips, tugs and bites to her peak. Only to soothe her engorged flesh with swift swipes and gentle suckles. The weighty, overfull feeling within her breast was easing swiftly as he drank from her. But each suckle was making her soak her thighs and pushing her closer to the edge of climax.

"K-Kotaro-kun…" she gasped indecently, "Y-you're going to make me cum !"

Kotaro hummed with delight and opened his mouth wider. Greedily the little oni boy inhaled her titflesh, dragging as much of her sensitive breast into his mouth as he could. The horny kid all but deepthroated her nipple, feeling the hard pink peak tickle the back of his throat while he slurped wetly and loudly at her breast. Seiko's thighs rubbed together as she felt her juicing cleft clenching involuntarily over and over.

"I-I'm cumming!" she moaned helplessly, "Kotaro-kun! You're making me cuuuum !"

Her ample hips rocked and bucked as she came from nothing more than having her breast suckled. Kotaro moaned when he could taste her milk get a little sweeter and creamier. A hot moan issued from the boy's nose as he drank greedily from her breast, consuming her milk and filling his belly.

At last he let her drained breast pop free of his lips with a contented moan and sigh. Licking his lips he looked up at her, while Seiko shivered and shuddered in the wake of her orgasm. A deep flush lit her cheeks as she met his eyes, her bright orange gaze meeting his crimson stare. He licked his lips as he grinned sweetly up at her from her cleavage.

"Did that feel nice obaa-san?" he asked her eagerly, "Your milk tasted really good when you came like that."

He was such a sweet boy. Why did he know so much about the arts of pleasure? The first time she'd breast fed him, she'd found herself utterly shocked that he handled her so well. Touched her in ways that few ever had. Even her late husband had not managed to elicit orgasms from her through nothing but her breasts.

"It felt… very good Kotaro-kun," she smiled, as her gaze trailed down over him and then she gave a light laugh, "Ah, but it seems I am not the only one aroused."

Her hand on his chest slid down his body until she slipped her palm over the bulge of his fundoshi. The tight garment was doing a very poor job of concealing the boy's massive red fuckpole. It was so bulged that she could see the definition of the boy's fat cockhead pushing against the fabric. And she knew well that once unleashed, he would be truly monumental in size.

"Mmnm… I still have to suck your other boob, obaa-san," he murmured up to the much older woman, "Can… I can I do it while I'm inside you this time?"

Seiko shivered. She'd first allowed him to have sex with her two weeks ago. And thereafter he'd proven to be polite but insatiable about it. He seemed to have no qualms simply asking for sex. And she had found it quite difficult to deny him. Perhaps it was because she was lonely. She missed her late husband terribly. Or perhaps it was because she reminded him of the child she'd hoped for. The one whom she had not yet given birth to before they passed.

A mixture of sadness and need roiled within the grieving kitsune widow. She knew all too well that it was quite wrong to be so entangled with a child. Feeding him her breastmilk might have been excusable. The baby for whom it had originally been meant certainly no longer needed it. But sex? That was another thing entirely. And so it was with full knowledge of her immoral desire that she answered.

"Of course Kotaro-kun…" she hummed softly, "Would you like me to lie down?"

"Yes please!" Kotaro grinned happily at her.

The innocence with which he approached lust took her breath away. And helped to absolve her of her lurid guilt. Kotaro lifted up from her lap as the kitsune leaned onto her back. Her tails splayed out to either side of her as she shyly spread her legs, revealing the heated cleft between. Her pussy was utterly soaked, hot moisture dripping down her thighs and the full round curvature of her ass.

"Ooo, you're really wet obaa-san," Kotaro noted as his little hands moved to squeeze and stroke her thighs.

"I… I cannot help it," the older woman shyly confessed, raising her voluminous sleeves to hide her face, "You touch me so sweetly Kotaro."

As if to prove that very point, the little oni's fingertips slipped down to grace her needy pussy. Seiko gasped and raised her sleeves to hide her face as the child's digits eased between her dripping folds. Deftly she felt two of his digits settle over her clit, while his other hand eased two fingers inside her.

"Ne ne, obaa-san," Kotaro hummed, "Do you like it when I do this? It was my kaa-san's favorite."

Two fingers inside her pussy steadily curled until they found her g-spot. Seiko's legs kicked and the fur of her tails stood on end as she was caught entirely off guard by the highly advanced sexual maneuver. Her husband had never touched her there. She had only barely known of such pleasure herself. And now a ten-year-old boy was expertly massaging her clit and her g-spot at the same time.

"I-It feels good !" she gasped from behind her sleeves, "Oh Kotaro… oh please, y-your cock. I need your cock inside me!" she begged at last.

Similarly eager, Kotaro's hands left her pussy. She heard the child untie his garments and soon he was absolutely naked over her half clothed form. She felt his much smaller frame press to hers as his arms wrapped around her waist. The broad bulk of hot red boymeat pushed against her drooling cunt and she shivered and moaned with desperate lust.

"Itadakimaaasu!" Kotaro announced again.

At the exact moment that he slurped her other teat into his mouth, he stuffed his cock into her pussy. The kitsune widow squirmed and gasped aloud as she was suddenly full of hot young oni fuckmeat. Her long legs splayed wide to the side, an indecent and whorish display of acceptance. Acceptance of a child driving his oversized fuckpole into her milf pussy as deep as he could manage.

"Mmmmnnn!" Kotaro moaned around a mouthful of titflesh.

"O-Oh Kotaro-kuuuun!" Seiko gasped in response.

It was wicked bliss. A balm for both her body and her soul. The boy was so very big . Perhaps thrice the size of her late husband. Deeply she felt guilty, betraying her lost love for the lust of this boy. Letting him drive his fuckpole in deeply where their baby once was. But she couldn't help herself. She needed to feel that livid heat deep within her body. Needed it in places where she had never been touched before. Needed to be fucked the way only this boy seemed to fuck her.

"Mnhmmnmssssck!" came Kotaro's muffled reply.

The oni treated her breast to the same attention and care as the first. His tongue and lips set to firmly digging out her inverted nipple, until it was a long thick plug of hot pink teat. His little teeth gripped it and he firmly tugged, and was rewarded with a hot cry of pain and pleasure from the much older woman.

"Ahn! M-my breast!" she gasped, "Kotaro n-not so… ahn ! Haaard!"

Even as she complained, he bit her again. Because when he did, he could feel her squeeze . His mother had always loved when he bit her nipples. Especially when he bit them hard . Seiko by contrast seemed less of a masochist. But he could tell she liked it at least a little.

Which was why he followed every firm bite with long, worshipful licks of his tongue. That really made the kitsune woman squeeze tight around him. Her dripping cunt undulated and clamped upon his shotacock as he lapped her nipple into his mouth and suckled hard upon it. Hot, sweet fox cream filled his mouth and he urgently guzzled her milk straight from the source.

Seiko helplessly bucked her hips up to the child, and moaned when she felt his big red ogre meat slide deeper inside her. She had not had many lovers in her long life. Much of it had been spent as a miko-priestess in the old country across the sea. Before the Lightlanders had laid waste to her home. None who had lain with her had ever fucked her like this ten year old boy.

"Mmph! Mmnph! Mmhph!" Kotaro grunted.

And he was fucking her. The kitsune dug her nails into the futon beneath them, keeping her legs wide spread while she offered her curvy body to his youthful lusts. He was fucking her. Sweet though he was, this was certainly not the love making to which she was accustomed. The boy swung his hips with firm, debauched intent. As if every thrust was intended to drive his oversized fucklog through her. Or to drive her to madness.

"Ahn! Haahn! Ahngh! K-Kotaro!" she gasped aloud, "Y-you're so deep!"

She could feel her belly bulge with the bulk of that ten-inch rod of hot red kiddy beef. Kotaro was beginning to tremble and moan as he slurped at her heavy teat. The greedy oni boy filled his belly with her milk, but it was clear he had a filling for her as well. His pace picked up and it was all too evident to Seiko what was coming next. She should have deterred him. Should have made sure he didn't-

"I-I'm gonna cum obaa-san!" Kotaro moaned, his lips popping free of her nipple, "C-Can I cum inside you again?"

Again. The word was almost an indictment. Proof that over the past two weeks, she'd not made him pull out even once. Because she knew what she hoped the boy would do to her. What the boy would do for her. Helplessly the woman nodded, her eyes shimmering with desperation.

"Y-yes!" Seiko gasped, "Yes please! Cum in obaa-san's slutty pussy! Cum in this old lady's needy pussy!" she begged luridly.

Kotaro didn't need to be told twice. Abruptly his hips lurched forward and she felt his fat red cockhead smack her cervix. Seiko choked, her tails flailing and wriggling against the futon. Her ears pinned as she grit her teeth to bite back a moan. A sound that instead escaped her nostrils in an animalistic whine of pleasure and relief.

"C-cummiiiing!" Kotaro moaned.

The boy arched his back and slammed his hips forward. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, hugging her close as he roughly jammed every inch of his bloated red cock inside her. Fat inches of shota fuckmeat lurched and pulsed in her depths. Seiko felt his cumslit lewdly kiss the mouth of her womb. And then he really was cumming.

The first hot jet of seed was immediately swallowed by her womb. As she orgasmed with him, her uterus descended firmly against his cockhead, her cervix desperately attempting to swallow that bulbous crown. He was much too thick for that. But that didn't change what he was doing to her. His balls convulsed against her ass and another hot spurt of potent, virile kidcum spewed into her fertility.

Over and over and over he pumped her full. She moaned as she felt her belly expand, and her tongue lolled helplessly past her painted lips. She was cumming so hard , and without an ounce of decorum. Moments ago she had been a prim and proper display of womanly regality. Now she was a desperate sweaty harlot, squirming beneath a child and begging him for his seed.

"Yeeees!" she cried aloud, "Yes i-in me! C-cum in me! Cum in meeee !" she squeaked.

His volume was too great. With their improper seal, the hot seed finally began to splash back out of her, frothing around the base of his cock. It spilled down her ass and over her thighs, squelching beneath them into a thick puddle on the futon. His balls kept churning, the boy's incredible output proving to be prodigious once again.

Only after she felt far past overfull did it seem like he was done. She began to relax under him, panting with a sigh of relief. A moment later she released a heated squeal of shock when suddenly the little boy started thrusting again.

"K-Kotaro-kun!" she cried out, "Kotaro-kun wait!"

"I-I'm sorry!" the little oni boy moaned helplessly, "I-I'm just… still really hard !"

His hips smacked against hers once more, and his huge bloated red balls slapped her cum soaked ass. Seiko's head flew back, her hair splaying about her head like a sunset halo as she gasped and moaned with pain and pleasure. Oh he'd hit her cervix so hard . But in some perverse way, it had felt good .

Plap!

"U-ungh! Kotaro-kun… t-too… too deep !" she groaned in a most unladylike fashion.

Plap!

Helplessly Kotaro did it again. Eliciting another animalistic groan of pain and lust from the helpless woman. Seiko did nothing to stop him. Instead she reveled in her lurid state. The sweet, polite young boy atop her was now railing her hard. Roughly slamming his cockhead into her so deep it hurt. He knew it hurt. And he was doing it anyway.

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Kotaro moaned apologetically.

But he didn't stop. And Seiko found that she liked that he didn't. She felt violated, and she loved it. Betrayed and yet she wanted more. He was taking more from her than she had offered. And she wanted him to. Wanted the cute little stud to hold her down and do whatever he wanted to her. For as long as he desired. As hard as he pleased.

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

And Kotaro was doing just that. Driven by lust and overfull balls he kept fucking the busty kitsune. The widow moaned and squirmed beneath him, groaning and grunting. Her hands flew from the futon to his little body, clutching at his arms and shoulders as he slammed his cock into her rougher and rougher.

"K-Kotaro-kun hnnn… Y-you're hurting me!" she pleaded desperately, "You're… you're hurting me!"

Kotaro wailed with dismay, and yet could not regain control over himself. He was so close to cumming again. His balls were still so full . And he needed to nut so badly inside the gorgeous kitsune.

"I-I'm gonna cum again!" he gasped, "I'm gonna cum again!"

As much as she harbored her secret fantasy of being bred by the little stud, she worried he didn't understand the consequences of his actions.

"K-Kotaro-kun!" she she tried to warn him, "I-If you cum in me again...you're going to get me pregnant!"

"I-I wanna obaa-san!" he moaned between her tits, "I wanna kn-knock you up!"

The desperate, lewd confession made her clench around him. Her legs flailed and her feet kicked. At first it had only been a private desire. One she dared not put upon his slim young shoulders. But now it had been spoken aloud. He had voiced his intent. She was pinned under his much smaller body, and he was breeding her! She could have stopped him. Should have stopped him. But the feeling of helplessness and desire were far too great.

"Kotaro-kun y-you're going to give me a baby!" she cried out, "Y-you're going to make me have your baby!"

"I-I'll do my best obaa-san!" he promised her, entirely mistaking her meaning of confused protest, "I'll give you a new one! Th-that way you won't be sad anymore!"

That further spiked her arousal. Oh this confused, sweet, idiot boy! She might have managed to explain to him that this was not at all how things worked. But he was fucking her so hard and fast that she couldn't find the breath to do so. And so she simply accepted it. Accepted how delightfully wrong it was. How desperate she was for it to happen. How badly she wanted for this child to impregnate her.

"Kotaro-kuuuuun!" She screeched his name aloud.

Her hips bucked as she was forced into another orgasm. The rough drumming of his cockhead against her sensitive cervix threw her over the edge. She orgasmed from the pain itself. From the agony of feeling him hit her so deep over and over again. Helplessly she came beneath the cute little oni boy while he roughly violated her where no man had ever reached.

"Mmmnghg!!" Kotaro moaned as he buried his face in her cleavage.

And suddenly he was cumming again. A fresh load of hot, creamy shota cum spewed into her already full womb. If she'd had any question as to whether or not she was impregnated before, Kotaro blew all doubt from her mind. The second helping of hyper virile boy cum would certainly do the trick. Seiko felt the moment it happened. The moment his seed infiltrated her eggs and forced her body to bear his children.

For long blissful moments they squirmed together. Like animals mating with one another. The adult woman desperately accepted impregnation from the adorable ten-year-old boy. His balls churned as round after round of seed was forced into her womb until she was certain her depths had been glued shut with his ballslop. Her belly was round and bloated, as if evidence of the fact that she was now his milfy brood mare.

At last it came to an end. What she could not contain of his hot sticky cocksnot, was now spilling back out of her, making a mess of them both. Kotaro collapsed atop her, and Seiko slumped beneath him. For long quiet moments they simply gasped for air, woman and child panting for breath as they enjoyed the orgasmic afterglow.

"I-I'm sorry…" came his trembling voice after a moment, "I'm really sorry obaa-san. I shouldn't have…"

Her fingertips caught his face and she lifted his head from her bosom. Seiko gazed into the boy's watering eyes for a brief moment, a stern reproach written upon her brow. And then she kissed him.

She kissed him in a manner no woman should ever have kissed a little boy. Their lips melded together. And then her tongue delved into his mouth. A kiss the likes of which she had shared only with her husband. A kiss that soon went even deeper than that. Deep, affectionate, heated mewls were issued into the little boy's mouth as he moaned in return.

Slowly they made out like lovers, slurping at each other's tongues, swallowing one another's saliva. Their lips remained locked together as they kissed for long, endless minutes, unable to break their lock of lips. Seiko moaned her lust into the child's mouth, her gratitude for what he'd done to her. Kotaro mewled his apology and gratefulness into her lips as they continued to languidly lock their mouths together.

At last their lips parted with a sticky smack. Seiko purred as she slowly cleaned the little boy's mouth of leftover saliva, lapping at his lips and swallowing the mixture. With a soft hum she pushed her fingers through his hair and caressed his cheek.

"That was… mnnm… very naughty of you child," she hummed, "But… I rather enjoyed it. It seems you did as well."

Kotaro gave a quick and eager nod, before blinking a bit as the post-orgasmic haze began to overcome him with grogginess. Seiko gave a soft laugh as she eased him to lay down upon her, and rest his face upon her ample bust. Her warm fluffy tails wrapped around them, blanketing them both in fox fur as they settled to rest upon the futon.

"Ayanami-san…" Kotaro spoke up quietly, "Can I ask you something?"

"Mmm, anything child," Seiko answered him honestly.

"Well… I already have a kaa-san," he spoke, "But… could I maybe call you… mommy?"

A flash of warmth shot through the widow's heart. A lump formed in her throat which she quickly swallowed. Heat flushed through her loins around the fat red shotacock still lodged deep in her body. That really was not fair. He could not ask something so intimate and sweet after fucking her like a wild beast! How was her heart supposed to handle it? But after a brief moment to compose herself she draped her arms around his slender shoulders and cooed softly.

"I think…" Seiko spoke gently, "I would like that very much. Call me mommy whenever you wish Kotaro-kun."

The boy didn't answer and Seiko combed her fingers through his hair.

"Kotaro-kun?" she inquired.

A gentle snore emerged from her cleavage and Seiko couldn't help a soft laugh. She blinked away small tears that had begun to form in her eyes. As debauched and odd and immoral as this was, she was very glad she had found this little boy. Perhaps with him at her side, things would not be so bleak after all.

Notes:

Kotaro found himself a new mommy! And they're on their way to a magic castle! We'll find out what awaits them there in future chapters of Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 7: Chapter 7 - Witchcraft Works

Summary:

In which Asmodai meets his sister, and strikes a lurid bargain.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 7 - Witchcraft Works

1 month ago…

"We're here," Serafina announced.

Asmodai cast his gaze around and had absolutely no idea what she meant. They had spent the last three weeks trekking through thick wetland bog. All of which looked exactly the same. There was no difference, to his eye, between this stretch of swamp and that patch of marsh. There was a single benefit to these unpleasant lands. Even the Lightlanders were loathe to come here.

"Where's here?" Asmodai scoffed petulantly.

"The abode of a friend," Serafina explained, "One who can help us find a place of safety."

"And power?" Asmodai demanded.

"Yes my prince," Serafina nodded, "And power."

Asmodai flexed his hands. The boy wore roughspun trousers and a tattered cloak. Not an ounce of gold adorned his form. No jewels glimmered upon his dark skin. The mighty demon prince gave an experimental twitch of his fingers, trying for the millionth time to call forth even the most meager of magics. Yet nothing came forth. His powers were well and truly gone, and in the passing months they had shown no signs of returning.

"Eris!" Serafina called out, "S'ilr katath akl rfi w'iq korthi!"

Asmodai squinted in only minor surprise. Few new the old tongues of hell. High Hellion was a tongue spoken only by the royalty of Infernus, a closely guarded secret of the infernal family. A lineage of which Asmodai was the very last.

"Never did learn how you learned to speak that," he griped at her, "Or summon me for that matter."

"Does it not suffice that it is very fortunate that I do know, highness?" Serafina responded with mysterious amusement.

He could have forced her to tell him if he really wanted. But even the demon prince knew when not to poke at good luck. Serafina had never been anything but a loyal slut and creative wielder of the hellish arts. She was his first and only witch. There were very few creatures that Asmodai trusted in all the realms. Serafina was among those few.

"Eris!" Serafina shouted again, when no answer came forth from the swamp, "We come as friends. Will you deny us shelter?"

At last there was a low rumble from somewhere beneath the sodden earth. To the left and right of the path, mud puddles began to bubble with some strange form of activity. A dozen baleful orbs of pale light blossomed around them. Will-o-wisps that whispered with the menacing voices of countless vengeful souls. The trees shifted aside, parting like a curtain of marching wood to reveal an odd sight before them.

An old dead willow tree stood in the middle of a previously hidden clearing. It's ancient branches swayed to and fro above an expanse of gnarled roots that dove in and out of the loamy ground. The will-o-wisps gathered from the surrounding forest, to alight among the swaying willow branches. A deep, rumbling crunch sounded from the base of the tree. The roots lifted the trunk out of the loam, rising higher and higher until at last a dwelling could be seen hidden beneath the tree. A circular door eased open with an ominous creak and a cold wind whistled through the swamp.

"Serafina…" a rich, smooth, feminine voice spoke from within the house, "You know better than walking into my swamp. You and your little boy can turn right around. Or else I can feed your bones to my pets."

Asmodai scrunched his brow, thoroughly unimpressed by the display. This was as basic as witchcraft came, in his opinion. Charlatanry with the barest hint of real magical talent attached. The little boy had once possessed enough power to level this swamp with a thought.

"Eris," Serafina replied smoothly, "Is that any way to treat an old friend who brings a gift?"

Movement from within the house heralded the arrival of the owner of the home. A woman stepped forth from the dwelling, clad in a moth-eaten dress that was at least a size too small for her. A slit up one thigh left her left leg entirely exposed, revealing a frayed garter strap that supported the ripped thigh-high hose that clothed her legs. The deep neckline of the garment was woefully insufficient to contain her bust, revealing the lacy cups of a worn corset that similarly struggled to support her mountainous, delicious brown tits.

A choker sporting a skull wrapped around her slender neck. Ripped lacy elbow gloves decorated her arms. Deep copper skin was spotted with glowing freckles that glimmered with the same pale light as the will-o-wisps. Black lipstick painted her thick, beestung lips. A variety of bone charms dangled on strings from the rams horns that curled out of a thick head of curly crimson hair. Her eyes were bound by a band of thin black silk. But two pale light glowed from behind the veil, and her luminous gaze locked upon Serafina and Asmodai.

"You are no friend of mine, Serafina Malacar," she snapped, "Not after you abandoned me to the Lightlanders back in Oswich."

"A lapse of character for which I am deeply apologetic, I assure you dear," Serafina smiled, the curvy older sorceress seemingly unaffected by the other woman's ire, "But what I bring you is an offer that will hopefully pique your interest, and right any wrongs between us."

"And what in hell could that be?" Eris demanded.

Serafina gestured to the boy at her side. Asmodai squinted up at the tall voluptuous woman, before he gave an annoyed sigh, and drew back the hood of his cloak. He stepped forward and crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the necromantic witch before him. And now that she got a better look at him, the redheaded swamp witch's eyes widened with recognition.

"I present to you Asmodai Infernus, last of his line and house, prince of-" Serafina began.

"I know who he is," Eris breathed in mingled shock and awe, "Your… your highness…"

Eris dropped into a low curtsy, bowing her head. After weeks of struggling through the wilderness, it felt good to be properly worshiped again. Asmodai felt his spirits brighten a little, and some of his foul temper dissolved at her display of subservience. The fact that her position gave him an excellent view straight into her jiggling cleavage also helped.

"And who the fuck are you supposed to be?" he asked.

"I am…" Eris began and then flicked her gaze to Serafina, "Was, her apprentice. Once upon a time. I am a cambion. A half-demon, born of the union of a demon lord and a witch some time ago. I worked with Serafina to create the spell that summoned you."

"Demon lord huh?" Asmodai scrunched his brow, "Ya know the name of this demon lord?"

"Baphodan, highness," Eris responded.

"My old man!?" Asmodai blinked, "That makes you my…"

"Half-sister," Eris nodded, "Yes."

"He never fuckin' mentioned any…" he squinted and looked up at Serafina, "You never mentioned you knew my fuckin' family!"

"It was a well kept secret my lord, forgive me," Serafina tipped her head, "Your father would have killed her had he known she still lived."

"Father sired me with one of his witches," Eris explained, "But he did not fancy a daughter who might succeed him on the throne of hell. He killed my mother while I was yet in her womb. Yet I crawled from her corpse, and lived."

"He disowned her soul as kin, nonetheless," Serafina pointed out, "In the event that she emerged from the underworld or some other such unlikely event, she would not have a claim to the throne."

"I have… been seeking a means of rejoining the family ever since his demise," Eris stated, "An end that, I hear, you brought about highness."

"Yeah he was a dick," Asmodai scoffed, "Thought he was still stronger n' me even though he was old as fuck. I stomped his head in ages ago."

"For which I am indeed grateful," Eris nodded her head.

"Okay this is a cool family reunion and all," Asmodai rolled his eyes, "But it don' explain why we're here. You said she could help us find someplace safe and powerful!"

"That she can," Serafina smiled, "Tell me Eris. Are you still in touch with that Hero you used to work for?"

Eris rose to her full height once more as her blindfolded eyes locked with Serafina's and obvious displeasure was written across her face.

"Not anymore," she answered after a moment, "I would be far happier to see him again. Why do you ask?"

"Because there is a new Hero in these lands," Serafina explained, "One who has led the Lightlanders on a new crusade. They successfully laid waste to Infernus. And stripped the young lord of his powers."

"Serafina!" Asmodai snapped, incensed that she would reveal the secret of his powerlessness.

"We seek shelter and power," Serafina explained, ignoring the boy's protest, "Your Hero is the one person open minded enough to consider the first, and resourceful enough to help us find the other."

"You're not wrong about that…" Eris murmured thoughtfully, "So you are hoping I can provide an introduction, obviously. But I would be a poor witch if I did not ask… what is in it for me?"

"Here we fuckin' go…" Asmodai groused.

"What do you desire?" Serafina asked.

"Yeah, what do you want huh?" Asmodai demanded brattily, "Gonna demand the throne all to yourself? Or me dead? Or how about-"

"I want to go home," Eris spoke quietly.

"... what?" Asmodai blinked up at her.

The curvy, dusky skinned half-demon straightened her spine as she looked down at the bratty little prince. She cleared her throat and her glowing eyes stared at him sternly from behind the blindfold.

"I want to go home," she stated firmly, "I've been trapped here in Juvenal for decades. I am hellborn royalty. I deserve more. I don't care about the throne, you can rule if you want. I just…" she paused and at last her gaze failed to hold his, "I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be hunted anymore. I want… I want to go home."

"Well I got news for ya," Asmodai scoffed at her, "There is no home. Not anymore. Hell's gone. A smoking crater of damned souls and burning anarchy. You can't go home. And I can't either!"

As the prince stared up at his newfound sister, he realized that his attempted jibe was no attack at all. It was a painful statement of fact. One to which he'd not given voice since Serafina had summoned him out of certain death. He wasn't just powerless. He was homeless . Once he had been a prince. The most powerful being within several realms. Now he was nothing and no one.

"Then… a bargain," she demanded firmly.

"What? You want me to be your patron like I was for cow-tits here?" he jerked a thumb back at Serafina.

"Something like that," Eris smirked, "Though I've no need of your power. I have plenty of my own, and it seems you are rather lacking at the moment."

Asmodai growled. A sound that once would have been earth shaking and soul rending. Now it was just a bratty little boy whine of annoyance through his nose.

"I wish a pact formed between us," Eris stated, "You will recognize me as your sibling. Due all the rights of a hellborn royal. We will restore your throne together, and treat each other as family."

Serafina lightly cleared her throat.

"Ah… sans the whole 'head stomping' affair," Eris quickly interjected, "None of that royal-backstabbing war-of-succession nonsense. We will build a dynasty together. Either in hell, or here on earth."

"Well I've already got one heir out there somewhere," Asmodai scowled, "This new 'Hero' snatched her and I'm gonna get her back. But I suppose there's room in the family for more…"

Eris arched an eyebrow behind her veil as she waited for a formal acceptance. Serafina lightly cleared her throat again, and this time nudged Asmodai's shoulder. The little prince glared up at her, before looking back to his sister and giving an exasperated sigh.

"Fine, fuck it. I need help, okay!?" he exclaimed, "So… you help me and cow-tits over there keep safe. You help me get powered up. We'll build a kingdom or some shit and put everything back the way it's supposed to be. And you n' me'll be ride or die the whole way. Sound good?"

"Sounds excellent," Eris smiled.

"Fine, seal it," he extended a hand to shake.

"Oh, oh no no dear brother ," the half-demoness shook her head, setting her bone charms to jingling, "I'm not so foolish as to think a lord of your caliber will be held to his word by a simple handshake. When your powers return, you'll be more than capable of bearing the burden of a broken oath."

Asmodai scowled. He didn't like being accused of breaking his promises. If there was one thing the little brat took seriously it was his word. When he said he was going to do something, he did it. And nothing in all the realms would stop him. But demons were generally not to be trusted. So it was smart of her not to trust him. With an exasperated sigh he rolled his eyes.

"Fine, how ya wanna do it then?" he asked, "I ain' spittin' in my hand if that's what you want."

"With your seed, of course," Eris answered without blinking.

"Oh, right, of course," Asmodai threw up his hands, "If ya wanted to fuck then you coulda just said so."

"Oh, don't get me wrong," Eris wrinkled her nose, "I'm not terribly delighted about having sex with my midget brother."

"I'm not a-!" Asmodai exclaimed, attempting to extend his meager childish height by pushing up on the tip toes of his muddy bare feet.

"But I do know that a demon pact sealed with seed is truly binding ," Eris stated primly, "And even you would not dare break that. So. You will come into my home, and I will milk your balls dry until I'm satisfied I've enough of your cum to hold you to your end of the bargain."

It was a tough thing to be angry about. But brat that he was, Asmodai sure was trying. It was one thing when he wanted to fuck. It was another when someone else was strong arming him into it.

"Do this," Eris went on, "And I will do all in my power to uphold my end. And we just might learn to like each other along the way."

"Pfft, don't count on it," Asmodai scoffed, "Fine, I accept. Let's get this over with."

"Right this way then," Eris smirked.

She turned on her heel and her tail flicked to invite him to follow her. Asmodai gave the big titty goth witch's ass a once over. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He glanced up at Serafina who simply tilted her head to acknowledge him. With a sigh he stomped across the loamy earth after Eris and made his way inside the house.

The interior of the abode was humble indeed. A single room that featured a cot against one side, a stone fireplace and cauldron against another and a simple table in the center. Asmodai glanced to and fro and gave a slow nod of his head.

"I can see why you want better digs," he snickered.

"I make do," Eris stated, "But perhaps we will do better soon. Now. Pants off. On the bed. If you please."

Asmodai snarled and his tail gave a sharp snap. He never liked being told what to do. But Eris clearly wasn't asking. And they couldn't proceed until he complied. With a huff of annoyance he stomped over to her bed, shedding his threadbare clothing as he went. Once he was completely naked he dropped down onto the edge of her bed. His little brown body stretched a little, while his fat black kidcock hung over the edge of the cot.

"Get to work already," he huffed, "I ain' drained my nuts in a few days anyway."

"Oh princeling," Eris chuckled as she strode across the neatly swept floor of her dwelling and knelt in front of him, "You are very used to getting your way aren't you?"

"I'm the fuckin' prince of hell," he snorted at her, "Of course I am!"

"Well that is not what is happening here," Eris stated, "You are going to be a good boy, and do everything that your big sister tells you to do."

Just as he was about to tell her what he thought of that, Asmodai choked with an awkward childish squeak of surprise. Eris's hand flashed between his thighs, and with a firm grip she caught him securely by the balls. Her fingers closed around his sac, making the enormous bloated, ebony orbs bulge beneath her fist. With patient, measured force she firmly tugged his overfull cumtanks way from his body. The little boy kicked his legs and his tail raised to strike her. Eris tugged his nuts harder, and Asmodai immediately squealed in alarm.

"F-fuck! Ah! Okay! Okay!" he exclaimed.

"Say it," she demanded harshly.

"S-Say what!?" the prince squeaked.

"Say you're a good boy, and you will do everything your big sister tells you," Eris insisted.

"Like hell I-" he began.

Again Eris pulled on his overfull bloated nuts. Asmodai squeaked and he kicked and flailed. Eris only tugged steadily harder, until finally he gave another desperate squeal.

"W-wait, wait wait!" he cried out, "S-Serafina! She can't do this!"

"It would seem that she can," came the older sorceress' amused response, from where she sat in a small chair by the table, "And it would seem that you are enjoying it."

Asmodai glanced down. At the rock hard slab of fuckmeat that was his enormous black kid cock. The huge pillar of throbbing boybeef was twitching so hard it was threatening to strike Eris in the face. A foot long pole of hot dickflesh that was so rigid it was impossible to deny his arousal.

"Mmm, so the rumors of the prince's virility are true," Eris cooed, "Impressive little brother. But I'm not starting until you say it ."

Asmodai scowled and sneered. And it earned him an open palm slap! to his overfull bloated black nuts. He choked and screamed, gasping as his entire cock shuddered and flexed. The pain was sharp. But afterward the thick, dense tingling ache that flushed through his cock and balls made him drool. What the fuck was that?

"N-no!" he stubbornly resisted.

"Say," Eris slapped his balls again, a firm spank just sharp enough to produce an audible smack, "It."

Asmodai choked. His huge cock shuddered and a thick glob of steamy pre-cum oozed from his oversized cockhead. It spilled out of his foreskin and rolled down the veiny pillar of his shaft, shamefully proving that the intensity of the torment was having a profound effect on him.

"Y-you bitch!" Asmodai squealed, "You fucking- ah !"

"Say it!" Eris shouted.

Another sharp smack! to his nuts had the boy almost weeping. And on the verge of cumming. It felt like she was going to slap the cum right out of his oversized balls. The thick overheated liquid could be heard audibly sloshing to and fro as his bloated black nuts jostled from the slap. He couldn't take another one of those. It hurt too much, it would be too embarrassing if he came. And Asmodai had endured enough humiliation for now.

"I-I'll be a good boy…" he finally hissed through gritted teeth, keeping his eyes scrunched shut to keep from letting the tears fall down his cheeks, "And… do everything my big sister says."

"There, now was that so hard?" Eris purred.

With his eyes clenched shut he didn't see her lean in. But he certainly felt the soft, tender kiss she gave to his aching cumtanks. Another strangled sound issued from the boy as his ovesensitive testes were so gently smooched by his big sister's fat lips. His cock trembled and his whole body shivered when he felt her hot breath against them.

"You really are quite gifted, little brother," she purred, "I have had to make do with mere mortals. When I should have had someone like you to fill my needs."

Before he could respond, he felt her tongue tongue press against his aching orb. Asmodai moaned as his cock trembled and oozed again, steaming hot pre-jizz spilling down his fat black fuckpole. Eris groaned while she tasted her little brother's stinky, sweaty balls. Her long demonic tongue slithered wetly across his skin, lapping up his musky nutsweat while she drooled all over his heavy cum factories.

"If it's seed you want," Serafina hummed from where she sat at the table, "You'll find he can provide that in great quantities. More, the longer you worship his balls."

"Mmmnssck," there was a hot pop as Eris drew her mouth and tongue away from his flesh, "Mnn… they are unfortunately delicious. I was hoping not to enjoy incest but…" she wrinkled her nose, "What's a girl to do?"

"Milk him dry?" Serafina suggested.

"My thoughts exactly," Eris purred, "Dear brother, my good boy, I noticed that you could not stop staring at my tits. I take it you rather like them."

"Fat useless sacks of meat," Asmodai scoffed, "What do I care? Serafina's got a pair too."

"Mmm, not like mine," Eris hummed.

A roll of her shoulders was all it took. Her corset had been struggling as it was. A simple flex was more than it could bear. The bracket popped loudly and Eris gave a hot gasp as her expanse of copper skinned, freckled tit flesh spilled out into the little prince's lap. Asmodai eyes almost bulged out of his head. He'd seen succubi that couldn't hold a candle to her.

"F-fuck…" he whispered.

The enormous orbs of delicious brown flesh were heavy. Laying on his thighs he could feel the heat radiating off her delicious brown skin. The deep cleavage of her expansive bust cradled his fat cock perfectly. It was so deep that even his footlong shaft was nearly swallowed by the depths of her massive breasts. Each of her dark brown nipples was decorated by a heavy piercing, a weighted silver ring that gleamed against her warm dark skin.

"My my," she hummed as she poked the leaking head of his fuckpole when it peeked from her cleavage and brushed against her chin, "Don't we fit together nicely. Now, I will be having your cum, little bratling. Very few men have been big enough to give me a proper titfucking. Let's see how you do."

The woman pressed her fists to either side of her massive mammaries. Asmodai gasped as he felt the pressure increase around his big black fucklog. With a firm lift she raised her fat tits up his shaft, and then huffed as she dropped them into his lap again. The loud smack of her tits against his thighs mixed with the demon prince's moan, while his fat cock head spat a thick splatter of steaming pre-cum against her chin and neck.

"Ah!" she gasped, and then laughed with elation, "Haha, mnn… hot . I like it. Don't stop."

Again she stroked his fat veiny fuckpole with her enormous tits. The huge delicious brown udders stroked up and down his surging shaft, pumping him firmly in the heated valley of her cleavage. Asmodai's hips began to rock to meet her, helplessly pumping his needy boycock through her huge jiggling tits.

"Ungh, they're s-so big!" he exclaimed, "So m-much fuckin' fat!"

"Mhmmm," she hummed, "That's what royal tits can do for you bratling. And you're going to get to nut all over them," she huffed, "Give it up princeling. Or do I have to spank your nuts again?"

Asmodai gasped and grit his teeth as he focused on cumming. He did not want another ball spanking again. His tail curled and lashed while she stroked him rapidly, her huge goth tits slapping his thighs every time he thrust up. The demon boy set to bucking harder, fucking her breasts like he wanted to impregnate her cleavage. Sloppy slurps issued from their union as his hot pre-cum spilled between her tits, making their titfucking an even hotter, wetter affair.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" Asmodai gasped.

"Already huh?" Eris teased him, "Who knew the prince of hell was a quick shot."

"B-but, you told me to!" he protested angrily.

"Shut up and cum brat!" Eris demanded as she squeezed her tits tightly around his cock.

Asmodai had no choice but do as directed. With a helpless thrust he squealed and moaned, his tail lashing beneath him. The fat footlong slab of hot black shotameat surged and flexed. And then belched hot cum all over Eris's tits. The half-demoness laughed as her little brother started cumming, and she kept squeezing and stroking his cock with her enormous tits.

"That's it bratling," she snorted at him, "Nut for me. Cum all over your big sister's fat tits. Prove how much you love 'em!"

Asmodai was doing just that. A few stray ropes of seed splashed across Eris's face, decorating her gorgeous features with thick pearly cum. The steaming liquid only made her hum with delight, her serpentine tongue quickly cleaning her lips and cheek of his seed. Still he was cumming, until thick goopy ropes of nutsludge were spilling off her tits, collecting in sizzling puddles on the floor.

"Theere's a good boy," she purred, "That's it brat. Cover me in cum. Mark me with that stinky little kid jizz."

Asmodai finally finished and he gave a hot gasp of relief when he did. His cock twitched and throbbed as it sluggishly leaked too-hot cum out of the tip. Eris leaned in and her tongue dug into his foreskin, scooping out the leftover cum and moaning as she slurped it into her mouth.

"Mnnm… good," she purred, "But you're still hard."

Firmly she slapped his huge black fuckslab, making the little brat gasp and moan. The woman eased up to her feet, her heavy tits still dripping with his cum. She made no attempt to clean herself off. Instead her hands moved to the laces of her dress, pulling them loose until the garment slid down her body.

"And I said, we're going until your balls are dry ," she hummed dominantly.

Asmodai looked up and his eyes widened at the sight of his older sister. The gorgeous half-demon stood in naught but her half-open corset, garter belt and torn thigh-high stockings. Her ample hips shifted as she stretched and pushed her hands through her hair, smoothing her long mane of crimson curls out of her face. Her fat cum covered tits jiggled as she extended her long legs, and moved to mount the uppity little demon boy.

"H-hey, what are you, ahn!" Asmodai flailed at her.

Her hands caught his chubby thighs and she firmly lifted his legs. Her fingers curled around his ankles while her tail interwound with his. With the boy's legs firmly spread, his balls hanging off the bed and his cock standing straight up, she climbed on top of him. Her feet pressed to the cot as she mounted him in full amazon position, and pressed her dripping, bald pussy against the fat head of his big black cock.

"Mmm, this is going to be good ," Eris purred, "Hold on tight little brother. We're gonna have some really fucked up sex."

Before the child could even protest the curvy half-demoness dropped her hips, and sank his pulsing kiddy fuckmeat deep into her dripping twat. Eris's horned head tilted back. She gasped with lust and pleasure as she felt her cunt stretch wide around his huge black cock. Her tight juicy snatch squeezed and gripped his dick while she lifted her hips, sliding up just a few inches. Then she dropped down hard again, and groaned with pleasure as her cunt devoured his dick.

"F-fuuuck!" Asmodai groaned helplessly beneath her.

"Unngh… fuck yes ," she hissed, "Mmn, you've got a biiig dick little brother. Ungh, pretty hung for a little kid hmm? Fortunately, I've known a boy like you before!"

She pushed again, sinking him deeper into her body. Her serpentine tongue lolled from between her lips when she felt his uncut cockhead sink into her depths, a bulge developing in her abdomen. Slowly she rolled her hips in circles, squeezing and clenching around him gleefully. Asmodai moaned while he throbbed and twitched helplessly inside his big sister.

"Uungh… y-you… f-fuckin' tight bitch ," he snapped up at her.

"Ah ah ah," Eris huffed at him, "That's no language for a good boy."

Asmodai broke off into a broken gasp and moan as she drove herself down onto his cock harder. Already more than half of his massive boycock was wedged into her pussy. The bulge of his dick showed in her stomach as she worked him in until his fat cockhead hit her womb. A hot groan came from the half-demoness as she squeezed tight on him, her pussy juicing so much her liquids were starting to drip from his heavy, sweaty balls.

"Mmm how many souls did you rape down in hell, bratling?" Eris taunted, "How many succibi and imps? Must be quite different now that you're the one getting raped."

"Sh-shut up!" Asmodai snapped.

"Mmm give me that dick, little boy," Eris cooed over him, "Give me every inch of that big black cock!"

She slammed her hips down and gagged when his fat cockhead crushed her womb. Bold though she was, there simply wasn't room enough inside her for all of him. She shuddered and tried again, grunting while she pushed harder and Asmodai moaned as his cock trembled.

"Y-you're gonna break it!" he squeaked fretfully.

"Allow me?" Serafina's voice came from behind Eris.

"Was… wondering how long you were just going to… ungh, watch," Eris snapped back at her.

Serafina's slender pale arms wrapped around the other woman. One hand hefted her cum covered tits, squeezing at her ample copper flesh. The other drifted down her abdomen, until her palm fit right over that dickbulge in her abdomen.

"I believe this is a gift rather deserving of absolution," Serafina hummed in Eris's ear, "Shall we call bygones, bygones?"

Eris's eyes rolled as the older woman whispered in her ear. Her body shivered and she squeezed tighter around Asmodai. That huge leaking cock was bucking and throbbing in her pussy and she was so fucking close to cumming on it. But she refused to break until that boydick was lodged in her womb and he gave her the rest of his load.

"Nngh… g-get him all the way in," Eris huffed, "And… we're even."

"Of course Erry," Serafina purred affectionately, kissing at the other woman's neck.

Eris gave a moan of unwanted pleasure. She wanted to still be mad. But she missed the touch of her mentor. Serafina's hands continued to kneed her flesh as her fingertips drew quick circles over Eris's abdomen. A flickering glow appeared as an infernal womb tattoo blossomed on Eris's skin. It glowed to life with livid heat, enough to make even the half-demoness briefly flinch. Then it began to fade.

"I gave my daughter one of these," Serafina cooed, "So she might be able to do this for him too. Push hard Erry."

Eris groaned as he dropped her weight again. Her ample hips and heavy ass bounced with the effort as she fought to fit her little brother even deeper in her stubborn body. Asmodai gagged and moaned, the pleasure and pressure almost too much for him to stand. His boiling balls began to pull tight to his base as Eris rode her little brother harder and harder.

"Nnngh… h-he's going…" Eris gasped, "Iiiiin!"

With an audible pop, her cervix gave way. Asmodai clutched at his sister's thick thighs as her hips collided with his. Her fat ass slapped down onto him and she crushed him into the bed while she accepted every inch of his massive footlong fuckpole into her body.

Her womb locked tight around his fuckpole, her cervix peeling back his forskin and allowing his bloated black cockhead to deeply penetrate her uterus. She choked when she felt him smack the back wall of her baby room, and her hot chamber began immediately sucking him off.

"I-I'm cumming!" Asmodai shrieked helplessly, "I'm cummiiiiing!"

"Me too!" Eris gasped, "Oh fuck I'm-!"

Her moan was suddenly cut off as Serafina tipped Eris's head back and crushed their lips together. The two women moaned hotly into each other's mouths, kissing fervently as Asmodai unloaded his cum inside his big sister. Sticky, steamy gouts of thick boyseed spewed into her fertile womb. The stingingly hot ballslop made Eris flinch and shiver, but she only clenched harder on her little brother's huge fuckpole while she made him nut in her unprotected baby maker.

Her tongue desperately wound with Serafina's, the two women kissing deeply and sucking on one another's tongues. A wet trade of saliva turned their kiss loud and sloppy, and yet still they made out even harder. Open mouths mashed firmly to one another as they slurped desperately at one another's lips, swallowing hungrily from each other's mouths and roughly grinding their tongues together.

The whole time Asmodai kept cumming inside his sister. His huge cock pumped her womb full to the brim with hot, chunky breeding batter. And then kept going. Eris's eyes rolled as she felt her belly start to inflate, her womb rapidly expanding with the sheer liquid pressure being forced inside her. She groaned into Serafina's mouth, but the older sorceress only massaged her growing tummy, encouraging Eris to keep accepting her brother's seed.

By the time they were done, Eris looked nearly nine months pregnant. Her belly was so swollen her navel had popped outward and her skin was stretched tight over the bubble of nutsludge inside her. The two women broke their kiss with a hot, wet slurp, and Eris leaned back against Serafina catching her breath.

"Mmm, I missed you Erry," Serafina purred in her former apprentice's ear.

"M-missed you too…" Eris huffed, "Bitch."

Serafina laughed musically and petted the half-demoness' hair as she looked down to Asmodai. The demon boy lay sprawled on the cot, utterly drained and completely helpless. Serafina laughed as she patted Eris's cumfilled belly, and listened to the heavy slosh of thick underage cocksnot buried deep inside her.

"I think that's more than enough to hold him to his word, don't you?" Serafina cooed.

"Definitely," Eris said, "Don't worry. I'll keep up my end of the deal."

"Good," Serafina kissed her cheek, "Because we should be going. Soon. The Lightlanders will not be far behind us."

Notes:

It seems Asmodai has finally met his match. Perhaps Eris will finally tame the bratling prince. See what comes of their sibling rivalry in the next chapter of Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 - Castle Shota

Summary:

In which the boys finally meet, and nobody has any sex.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 8 - Castle Shota

Two weeks ago…

"Doesn't seem like anyone is home…" Moku'un commented.

The orc boy and his goblin fucktoy stood before the walls of a mighty castle. Built solidly against the towering heights of the Bazonga Mountains, the keep's curtain wall was high and thick, impregnable against any siege. Rising from within the fortress were many towers and spires. All of which looked to have seen better days.

Tattered pennants and worn flags flew from the spires and battlements. Shutters sagged outside open windows, while half-shingled roof tops were clearly on the verge of caving in. There were signs outside the walls that someone had attempted to besiege the castle. Damage had certainly been sustained. But there were no breaches in the wall. No signs of entry.

"This was worse than I thought…" Greta chewed one full lip as she eyed the deep ruts where trebuchets once stood outside the walls, "There used to be forests here… green woodlands all across this hill side. It's all gone now."

Evidence of slashing and burning could be seen all across the foothills. From their vantage on the southern side of the castle, they could see that the badlands below were desolate and barren. Nothing surrounded the castle now except a wartorn wasteland.

"How do we get in?" Moku'un asked.

"The south gate used to open about here," she gestured to an unbroken expanse of wall, "But it's locked up tight now. We might be able to climb the wall…"

"What's that?" the orc boy pointed.

Higher up the cliff-side, an exposed length of metal pipe gleamed dully under the sunlight. Once it might have been properly concealed by the stone. But time had worn away at the cliff face leaving it revealed to the naked eye.

"Smoke stack," Greta reported matter of factly, "From the forges. There's a few of them dug throughout the hillside. They let out up on the cliffs to keep the smoke and ash from falling back down into the keep."

"Looks big enough to climb through…" Moku'un squinted.

"That's dangerous !" she exclaimed, "Even if the forges aren't lit and you aren't incinerated halfway down, it'll be so full of soot you'll choke to death."

"But it'd be a way easier way in than climbing the wall!" he pointed out gesturing to the stone edifice before them, "Just as dangerous as if we fall while climbing ain' it?"

Greta huffed through her nose as she looked up at the boy. The twelve-year-old cocked his head as he returned her gaze with minor confusion but simple patience. After a moment she gave a sigh and a little shake of her head.

"Fine, I'll go," she said.

"Nuh uh," he shook his head, "You won't fit."

" Excuse me!?" she exclaimed.

"Your hips are too big," Moku'un pointed out, "And your ass is way too fat. You could get stuck and then you really would choke to death in all that soot."

"My ass is not-!" she began to protest, turning to glance back at her own ample buttocks. She knew she'd put on some weight since her knightly days, but still, how dare he!

"I'm skinny 'nough to slide right through," he gestured to the pipe, "And when I'm inside, I can figure out how to open the wall and letcha in!"

Greta scowled up at the boy, tapping her foot irritably. She hated that he was making so much sense. And she hated having to send the child into danger. For all that she expected the fort to be safe, she didn't really know what might be waiting inside. But his points were valid and finally she gave a huff and threw up her hands.

"Fine, li'l bean," she sniffed at him, "But keep your face covered and watch your breathing, and don't get soot in your eyes."

"It'll be jus' like skiing the old magma vents back home!" he assured her with a grin, "Easy!"

With a rakish grin the little orc boy ripped loose a section of his tattered pants leg. With a quick twist he bound it over his mouth and nose and gave Greta a confident double thumbs up. The goblin woman rolled her eyes and gave a shake of her head.

"You better come back. You got ten minutes, then I'm coming in after you," she warned him.

"Don't worry Greta" he grinned behind his mask, "I'll be in and out quick as a flash!"

—--

Meanwhile...

"Someone should have answered by now," Seiko hummed, her ears pinning with concern.

Kotaro stepped up to the mighty iron gates and banged on them again. Deep booms echoed from within, and yet no other sound or response came forth.

"Hello! Hellooooo!" Kotaro called out loudly.

"Kotaro-kun, I don't think that's helping," Seiko laughed gently with soft amusement, "Perhaps we can find another way inside."

"Is there another way inside?" Kotaro asked.

The kitsune paused to consider his question, her quartet of tails swishing behind her. The castle was well constructed and built to be unassailable from the outside. To her lengthy memory, no force had ever breached the walls. Either by force or infiltration. Then again, that was when the castle was staffed with defenders. If there was no one here to prevent infiltration, perhaps it would be easier.

"Perhaps…" she considered as her eyes roamed over the battlements, "Perhaps up there!"

She gestured up the wall where arrow slits could be seen peeking from the curtain wall some forty feet off the ground. Above the gate, two wooden arms jutted forth containing a large iron cauldron. An opening in the masonry could be seen where the cauldron could be drawn back inside the wall.

"Wow," Kotaro blinked as he tilted his head back, staring up the wall, "I didn't know buildings could be that tall!"

"Indeed," Seiko hummed thoughtfully, "But I can see no other means of entry. If the gates will not open… I shall see if I can climb up."

"No no Ayanami-san," Kotaro shook his head, "I can do it! I'mma good climber!"

"It is very high, Kotaro-kun," she responded with uncertainty, "I should hate for you to fall!"

"I'm a real good climber!" Kotaro assured her, "I used to climb the stone pillars back home all the time! Kaa-san taught me how!"

"You are quite sure?" Seiko inquired nervously.

"I promise!" Kotaro nodded, "Here, watch!"

The little oni boy spat into each of his palms and rubbed his hands together. His gaze roamed over the closely fitted bricks of the castle wall, eyeing a few meager spaces where the mortar had worn thin. He took several steps back and crouched down, then sprinted toward the wall. The lanky little oni boy sprang at the bricks, and with swift strides his tabi-clad feet propelled him upward. His wall run carried him almost ten feet up, until he deftly caught a handhold with his fingertips

"See?" he giggled as he dangled from his handhold and waved down to Seiko.

"Yes very impressive," the kitsune smiled, even as her beautiful brow remained creased with worry, "Please do not fall Kotaro-kun."

"I won't!" he assured her.

Kotaro turned his gaze upward and focused on his climb. Indeed he had loved free climbing the stone spires in the deep badlands. His mother had taken him to the very peak of many a pinnacle to gaze out upon the dusty wasteland. To him, this was much more simple. A quick kick and a scramble and he caught his next handhold, a gap in the mortar barely wide enough for his fingertips. He firmed his footing and then kicked upward until he was able to catch the bottom of an arrow slit. The gap was too thin for even his skinny body to squeeze through, but it made for an excellent grip to continue his climb.

In no time at all the deft little oni had reached the iron cauldron. He climbed onto the wooden arm and squeaked when it creaked a little. Yet the arm did not break and so Kotaro looked down to Seiko and gave her a wave.

"I'll be right back mommy!" he called.

"Please be careful Kotaro-kun!" Seiko called worriedly.

Kotaro gave her a final wave, and then disappeared inside the wall of the aging fortress.

—--

Elsewhere...

"Great," Asmodai snorted, "A big fucking castle and we can't even get inside."

"Patience, little brother," Eris chided him, "You really haven't got any, have you?"

Asmodai glared up at his big titty goth sister. Her blindfolded eyes glimmered behind the silk veil, pale lights twinkling with amusement at him. He scoffed at her as he turned his gaze back to the castle before them. The massive wall of stone completely cut off the mountain pass into which it was set. Here at the northern end of the structure, he could see around the curvature of the fortress. Somewhere on the far side it met the mountain foothills as they rolled up into high cliffs and bluffs.

"We could walk around," Serafina suggested, "Perhaps there is a way in on another side."

"There is little cover to the east and south," Eris replied, "And we're not sure that there aren't Lightlanders on our tail."

"All the more reason to hurry up and get in ," Asmodai snorted.

"By all means, bratling," Eris sniffed down at him, "If you can see a way forward that neither of us have noticed, please do enlighten us."

Asmodai stepped forward, intent to do exactly that. On the northern side the wall was a smooth face of tightly mortared stone slabs. He had to admit the fortifications were impressive. Even some of his bastions in Infernus had not been quite so daunting. There were no gaps, slits, windows or openings to be seen. But the wall simply ended some sixty feet up. And there was nothing to stop something from going directly over the wall.

"What about flying?" he asked, "You two have magic right? You can fly up."

"You may recall that much of my magic was gifted by you, love," Serafina reminded Asmodai, "And as you are powerless…"

"Fuck…" Asmodai growled, "What about you huh? You gotta be good for something," he scowled up at Eris.

"You know this brings up something I've long wondered," Eris noted, "Wings. Why haven't we got any? All the images I ever saw of Baphodan showed him with wings."

"Pfft, the old man never had wings ," Asmodai cackled, "He just had all the pictures of him painted that way so folks would think he did. Wings are weak shit anyway. One arrow through the membrane and suddenly ya can't fly. Only third circlers and below have wings ."

"Huh… I see," Eris nodded thoughtfully, "Well at any rate, no I am afraid I cannot fly. Most of my better spells were lost when I fled this place. I could, perhaps, launch something over the wall…"

"Oh," Serafina blinked, "Now that is an interesting thought."

It took half a moment for Asmodai to catch up.

"Oh fuck no ," he immediately stomped a bare foot.

"It would need to be fairly light," Eris pointed out, "And I'm afraid both Serafina and I would likely be too heavy."

"So it's my fault you two are fat cows and I'm not!?" Asmodai spluttered.

"His highness would then be able to find an opening from inside," Serafina nodded, "And then allow us entry as well."

"You are not launching me over that wall!" Asmodai stomped both of his little brown feet.

"Have you a better idea, bratling?" Eris inquired.

Asmodai scowled at both voluptuous women as they in turn stared back at him. He wanted to really let them have it. Scream and shout until they figured something else out. But they were right. He didn't have any better ideas. And throwing a tantrum here wouldn't help things. If anything it might get them spotted by their pursuers. If there were any.

"Fuck you both," he scowled.

"I take it we're all in agreement then," Eris smirked triumphantly, "Are you ready little brother."

The demon prince tightened his cloak around his shoulders and pulled up his sagging trousers. Eyeing the wall top he drew in a breath and let it out with a sigh. With his powers this wouldn't have even been a problem. He could have blown clean through the wall. Or lept over it with a single bound. But now he was vulnerable. Fragile. Small. If Eris missed, he could be injured or worse.

"Fuck it, do it," he huffed.

"Stand still," Eris instructed.

Asmodai planted his feet and braced himself. Eris's hands swirled once and then swept her palm upward sharply. A gust of air erupted beneath Asmodai's feet and the demon prince squealed aloud as he was suddenly borne aloft. A cushion of raw kinetic force flung him straight upward, and his limbs flailed as he flew through the air.

"Aaaahaaaaaaa!" he exclaimed, as he tumbled end over end.

The arc of his ascent began to carry him close to the wall. The stone slabs rushed past as he continued upward and then passed above the battlements. Eris's spell proved to have been a touch on the strong side. He overshot by a good six feet, before gravity finally pulled him back down. With a cry he tumble downward and landed on the wall top with a thump and a groan.

"Did you make it?" Eris's voice called from below.

"Fuck…!" Asmodai managed once he was able to suck air back into his lungs, "You!" he shouted as loudly as he could manage.

"Oh good, he's in," Serafina could be heard observing, "We shall await your return my lord!"

"Yeah yeah… just, ungh, stay right there!" Asmodai shouted down.

Rolling to his feet the boy dusted himself off. He now stood on the wall top amongst the battlements. Here on the parapet he could see various defense stations where archers and swordsmen would have been posted. What he did not see was a way down. Beyond the wall he gazed down into the vast courtyard of the outer keep. Below there were rambling overgrown gardens, store houses and workshops, tents and silos. But no evidence of stairs or ladders.

"Make me the fuckin' errand boy, I'll show them when I get my magic back," he growled.

With that the young prince began his trek across the wall top, on an epic quest to find the stairs.

—--

With a heavy clang Moku'un finally managed to kick his way free of the kiln. The rattle of the rusty door on the stone floor was frightfully loud. But after a moment of silence, the orc boy determined that his entry to the castle had not been detected. Not that he expected there to be anyone to hear him, but caution seemed prudent.

With a cough and a chuff of smoke he emerged into a dusty old workshop. The cold kiln stood next to a long dead forge. Nearby, a potter's wheel stood beside several empty clay barrels. Several feet away an anvil occupied the center of the workshop, lonely and cold. The little boy could easily imagine that once the many stations had been occupied by master crafters.

With a cough he pulled off his make-shift face mask and shook it out. The little green boy was covered in soot from head to toe. He gave a shake of his head, tossing ash from his dreadlocks and attempting to wipe it from his face. Instead he only succeeded in smearing black streaks across his emerald skin. With an annoyed sigh he stumbled out of the workshop, and into the castle's outer courtyard.

The castle square was magnificent to behold. A wide open plaza of white marble paved the courtyard. It's center was occupied by a tall sculpture of three winged young boys, scarcely clothed save for sashes that gird their loins. One bore a staff, the other a sword, and the last a bow. No fat, chubby cherubs were these. Indeed these sculpted boys were down right sexy. All were beautiful, with slender figures, full hindquarters, feathered hair and adorable faces.

Overgrown gardens decorated the area in the cardinal directions. A wide road led from the castle's main gates on the fort's north-eastern wall, to the tall wooden doors of the inner keep. Storehouses and silos lined the inner curtain wall. The tents of an abandoned marketplace stood across from the workshops of the artisan quarter.

Moku'un turned his eyes up to the mighty castle itself. From the inner keep, dozens of towers rose high above the battlements. Upon the balconies and parapets more statues of winged young boys stood guard, variously armed like guardian angels watching over the castle grounds.

"Who the hell are you?" came a voice from across the courtyard.

Moku'un blinked as he watched a figure kick their way free of the northern gardens. A boy nearly his age crawled free of the hedges. Dark brown skin, broad rams horns and a whipping tail were the most immediately recognizable features. The glimmer of his crimson eyes was unsettling. Moku'un recognized a demon when he saw one.

"Who are you !?" Moku'un returned sharply, "Nobody said anything about demons being here!"

"Nobody said anything about dirty orcs either," Asmodai sneered, "Beat it kid. I found this place first."

"Kid!?" Moku'un exclaimed, "You're not any older than me! And besides, I found it first!"

"Uhm, actually…" a third voice chimed in from behind the central statue, "I found it first."

Both the orc and the demon turned their gaze to the sight of a red-skinned oni boy who stepped out from behind the statue.

"I've uhm… just been trying to figure out how to get the gate open," Kotaro explained, "But the levers are really heavy. If you guys wanna help me…"

"Look this castle is mine ," Asmodai stomped a foot, " I found it and I'm keeping it. So both of you can get lost right fuckin' now!"

"That's a bad word!" Kotaro exclaimed with shock.

"It sure fuckin' is!" Asmodai snarled, "I'm a bad guy! Don't mess with me! Now get outta here!"

"I'm not going anywhere," Moku'un stated firmly, "My friend and I need somewhere safe, and this place seems pretty safe. At least it did, until demons showed up."

"We can share it can't we?" Kotaro pointed out, "It's a pretty big castle and-"

"I don't know you, and I don't trust you!" Asmodai snapped as he crouched low, "So leave, or I'll make you leave."

His long spaded tail snapped like a bullwhip and curled high over his head, poised like a scorpion's stinger. Moku'un swiftly spread his feet and reached to the small of his back. His little stone hatchet came to hand and he brandished it menacingly. The little orc had never been fond of bullies. He didn't intend to back down now.

"Guys…" Kotaro spoke, even as his hand slipped to the hilt of the kunai strapped to his hip, "Let's not fight… why don't we just-"

"I said ," Moku'un snarled at the demon boy, "I'm not going anywhere ."

"Your funeral you dumb, green-" Asmodai began.

"Enough!!"

The voice that bellowed over the square made all three boys jump in shock. Their eyes whipped up as the source of it descended toward them. Someone had leapt from one of the high towers, and now hurtled toward them. With a crunch of marble the figure struck the courtyard floor, landing on one knee and a fist. All three boys sprang away from the newcomer, blinking in shock.

The figure was unharmed from their fall, and steadily rose to their full height. Which proved to not be much taller than any of them. He was a boy, pale skinned and athletic. Simple beige trousers gird his legs, while a tunic of deep blue wrapped around his chest. Feathered blonde hair spilled down around his shoulders, and baby blue eyes stared forth out of a gorgeous face. There was no way to describe the boy as anything other than downright pretty. His full pink lips were screwed into a frown even as a crease furrowed his delicate blonde brow.

"Who are you …?" Kotaro asked with quiet awe.

"Kinda rude to walk into my castle and ask me who I am, huh?" the blonde boy inquired evenly.

"Oh uh, right," the oni boy nodded, "I-I'm Kotaro. I'm sorry about sneaking in. I just… was looking for somewhere safe."

"Me too," Moku'un put forward quickly, "I'm Moku'un."

"And you thought starting a fight in my courtyard was a good idea?" the blonde boy arched an eyebrow.

"He started it," both Moku'un and Kotaro chimed in unison as they pointed at Asmodai.

"Fuckin' rats," Asmodai snorted at them.

"Aaand that's me turning your profanity filter on," the boy stated.

He raised a hand and boxes of light formed beneath his palm. Glyphs scrolled through the boxes and the other three boys gasped with alarm. Immediately all of them took steps back, and raised their weapons. The blonde boy scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, as he tapped the glyphs and then banished the glowing boxes with a sweep of his hand.

"Now let's try that again," the blonde boy stated, "You. Name," he pointed at the demon boy.

"I'm Asmodai!" the black brat snapped, "And I'm freakin' prince of hell!"

Asmodai blinked and licked his lips. That hadn't felt right. It definitely hadn't been what he'd meant to say.

"I'm the frickin' prince of hell!" he tried again, and then tilted his head, "F-freak. Frock. Fork. Frack!!"

"That'd be the filter kicking in," the blonde boy laughed, "Stop being a dick and maybe I'll turn it off."

"You have Hero magic…" Moku'un breathed with quiet horror in his voice.

"Yes…?" the blonde boy blinked, "I'm a Hero. Or… I used to be."

"You're the one Ayanami-san told me about," Kotaro exclaimed quietly.

"Ayanami?" the boy tilted his head, "Seiko Ayanami? You're with her?"

Kotaro nodded swiftly and earnestly.

"You," the boy pointed to Moku'un, "How'd you find this place?"

"A goblin lady brought me," Moku'un answered truthfully, "Greta. She said she used to be a knight here."

"And you, demon prince?" the boy demanded.

At first Asmodai was loath to answer. But his pride also warred with his petulance. If the other two boys had invitations of a sort, he wasn't going to be the only one without a connection. With a snort through his nose he gave a low whiny growl.

"Her name's Eris," Asmodai replied, "She's my sister. Said we'd be safe here from the Lightlanders."

"Lightlanders," the blonde squinted, "On this side of the mountains?"

"They're everywhere…" Kotaro said sadly.

"Destroyed my village," Moku'un nodded, and looked to the other two boys, "I'm… guessing I'm not the only one."

Silence descended on the square for a moment as the blonde boy rubbed his mouth with a palm. Slowly he drew in a sigh and then let it out and eyed the other three youngsters. Finally he gave a firm nod of his head.

"Fine, I'll let you and your friends in. On one condition," he stated, "You three are going to learn to get along. Not gonna have you fighting the whole time you're here. Got it?"

"What makes you think you can make us do anything?" Asmodai snapped.

With a bored sigh the pale boy extended a hand. A cascade of light flashed beneath his palm and a longsword materialized in his grip. Forged of shining blue crystal, its cross guard featured spreading wings and a glowing sapphire stone flickered on the pommel. This he flourished twice and then planted the point in the stone in front of him.

"I'm pretty confident," the blonde shrugged.

Asmodai growled angrily. But said nothing further. The other two boys were silent for a moment as well, glancing one to another.

"I'll agree," Moku'un nodded, "But you gotta tell us your name first."

"Oh… pfft, right," the boy tossed of his head, flicking his feathered bangs out of his eyes and sending his angelic locks bouncing about his ears, "Sorry. My name is Cayden. Welcome to Castle Shota."

—--

Thirty minutes later...

The castle's feasting hall was warm and full of the scent of delicious food. A fire crackled merrily in the mouth of an enormous fireplace. A long table was set with huge platters heaped high with roasted duck, pheasant, turkey and chicken.

At the head of the table sat the little blonde boy, his fingers steepled over his mouth as he watched his guests eat. To his left sat Serafina, Eris and Asmodai, while on his right Kotaro and Seiko sat along side Moku'un and Greta. The boys were digging in as if their lives depended on it, shoveling food into their faces as fast as they could manage. The women showed a bit more restraint, though it was evident that everyone had spent too many weeks cold, stressed and hungry.

"It's good to see you again Cay," Greta spoke up with a smile, "Still not aging I see."

"It's good to see you too Greta," Cayden smiled, "All of you. Though I see at least one new face."

"Serafina Malacar, ser Cayden," Serafina introduced herself, "Witch, sorceress and at your disposal."

"Yer at my disposal," Asmodai mumbled around a mouthful of meat, "You keep yer hands off 'er, hear?" he scowled at Cayden.

"Would it annoy you, bratling, to learn he's had his hands on nearly all of us?" Eris taunted.

Cayden coughed shyly and a blush rose to his pale cheeks. Kotaro and Moku'un gave surprised sounds while Greta gave a soft giggle and Seiko colored significantly.

"We were quite the harem before you sent us away," Eris continued, her eyes locked on Cayden, "Even though all of us would much rather have stayed."

"It's good you didn't," he sighed and shook his head, "I only convinced the Lightlanders to break their siege once they were sure there were no more of... you in the castle."

"Monsters, you mean," Greta put in quietly.

Cayden gave a heavy sigh, and then a soft, silent nod.

"Uhm… I'm sorry," Moku'un piped up, "Could someone get us the whole story? Who are you. How do you all know each other? What happened here?"

All eyes turned to Cayden. The blonde boy sighed again and pushed his fingers through his feathery hair. He spent a quiet moment in thought, and then took a deep breath.

"You guys… ever play make-believe?" he asked the boys, "Ya know, pretend you're explorers or warriors or something?"

"Sure," Moku'un nodded.

"Yeah!" Kotaro replied cheerfully.

"Pfft, no," Asmodai snorted.

"Well, I come from a world where all of this," Cayden gestured to everything around them, "Is make-believe. To us it's just a story. A game. Made-up. We call it Dungeon Core, a game that lets us pretend to be heroes here in Juvenal."

"You… pretend to be in our world?" Moku'un asked, "But, our world is real."

"It is," Cayden nodded, "But in my world, people don't know that. We think we invented it. It so happens that lots of people really like this world and play games about it. But very few ever actually come here and find out it's real. Those who do come here, are summoned here."

"How does that happen?" Kotaro asked.

Again Cayden breathed in and sighed heavily. There was so much to explain, and he was trying to think of how to put it into words. At last he gave a nod of his head, leaned forward with his elbows on the table, and began.

"Let me tell you how I learned," the boy nodded, "One hundred years ago, the Lightlanders summoned me here. To the world of Juvenal."

"You're one hundred years old !?" Moku'un exclaimed.

"Bull flip," Asmodai snapped disbelievingly, followed immediately by, "Fork, I hate that!"

"When they summoned me, things didn't look so good for them," Cayden explained, "The elves never dared leave their forests. The humans huddled in their valleys, the dwarves hid in their mountains. Because they couldn't fight back against people like you. People they called 'monsters'."

He reached forward and picked up a goblet. From a nearby ice bucket he produced a chunk of ice and dropped it inside.

"This was because your people figured out the power of places called 'dungeons'," Cayden continued, "Dungeons are mysterious structures hidden all over the world, leftover from some ancient civilization. Each one is different, but they have one unique advantage. They produce resources. Maybe it's gold coins, or all the food you could ever want. Whatever it is, there's troves of it hidden in dungeons. Your people flocked to these dungeons and grew strong because of them. But the others, the Lightlanders, saw dungeons as unnatural and frightening places and so they avoided them at all costs."

"Wait, how does that work?" Moku'un asked, "How does stuff just… appear in a dungeon?"

"Because of this," Cayden smiled as he rattled the goblet, indicating the ice cube swirling in the empty glass, "The Dungeon Core. Every dungeon has one. They all look different. Some are glowing crystals, or a giant skull, or a huge tree. But every dungeon has one. Over time, the dungeon core produces whatever its special resource is. And anyone can just come in and take it. Kinda like how this ice cube will melt into water. But imagine if the cube never completely melted?"

"You'd just get endless cold, fresh water," Kotaro answered with revelation, "That woulda been a really good thing to have in the badlands!"

"And resources like that are what made the monsters so powerful," Cayden nodded.

"You still ain' told us how you got here, pretty boy," Asmodai scowled.

"Well the story goes…," Cayden sighed "The goddess Thea sent a vision to her priestess, an elf named Sappho. She sent Sappho to a dungeon that had no monsters, and no resources inside. In the heart of the dungeon, she found the dungeon core. But this core was special. This core didn't make things. To one who spoke the proper incantation, the core would summon a champion. So Sappho spoke the incantation. And she summoned a hero. One to save the Lightlanders from the monsters."

"And that's how you came here?" Moku'un asked.

"Oh, no no," Cayden chuckled and shook his head, "No that was the guy before me. His name was Shotaro. He was the first Hero. This place was once the citadel of a Dark Lord who menaced the lands of Juvenal. Shotaro defeated her, and used this place as his base of operations. I found it on my adventures, and decided to do the same."

"So why did they summon you?" Asmodai demanded.

"Cause a thousand years passed after Shotaro, and the Lightlanders weren't doing so great again," Cayden explained, "The orcs had taken over lots of territory. The Yokai… that'd be people like Kotaro and Seiko-san over there, they'd invaded the mainland. The trolls in the north were mobilizing a huge army. And witches were running wild with all manner of demon magic."

"Yeah, my old man loved fracking witches and giving them magic," Asmodai snorted.

"So a new priestess wished on the dungeon core again. And this time, she summoned me," Cayden explained, "In my world, my sister and I were big fans of this game. We played for hours and hours. The last thing I remember was a storm of some kind and I think lightning struck the house. I remember a blinding flash, and next thing I knew… I woke up here."

"So you like… died, but were reborn here?" Kotaro asked, "My kaa-san used to tell me about reincarnation. Is… that how it works?"

"Seems to be how it worked for me," Cayden shrugged, "At any rate, I did my best to help the Lightlanders. Heck, I'm the reason they call themselves Lightlanders. I helped them learn to use dungeon cores to create the barriers they use to defend their lands. Big domes of light. My idea. I even helped them drive all your people away from their lands. The big 'victory' was when we invaded Kojiki, the island of the yokai. We defeated the oni armies and took their dungeon cores. And that… that was when I realized I had fucked up."

"Oh so he can swear, but I can't!?" Asmodai exclaimed.

"What made you realize that?" Moku'un asked quietly.

"I…" Cayden swallowed, "I got word that there had been a siege in the mountains. After we'd taken out the last oni castle. I thought that was weird, so I went to go see why the soldiers hadn't been recalled. I found the remains of an oni village high up in the mountains. There was this one little hut. It had taken a direct hit from a sunfire cannon. There had been a family inside…" he gave a quick shake of his head, "That was when I finally realized this wasn't a game. That people like you weren't just monsters. And that the Lightlanders weren't just defending their lands. They wanted to wipe you out. All of you."

"Why?" Kotaro asked sadly, "Mommy says they don't like us cause we're different but… that's not a very good reason."

"It's reason enough for them," Cayden shrugged, "Some of them claim it's because your people hoarded the secret of the dungeons. Some say you're all evil just cause of what you are."

"I mean, I am," Asmodai snickered lowly, only to receive a spank from Eris's tail, "Ow!"

"Really? I think it's just greed and hate," Cayden sighed, "They don't want to share this world with you. They only want a world with people that look like them. They wanted to keep the war going. To hunt you down in the badlands, in the mountains, in the islands. But I wouldn't be their Hero anymore. I couldn't keep just hurting people. So I stopped, and tried to change things. I came here, and started a group of people who were going to make things right. Stop the Lightlanders from running amok. Give you Outlanders safe places to live. Spent almost forty years doing it."

"Until they turned on you," Kotaro nodded, "Ayanami told me about it."

"Mhm," Cayden nodded, "It was small stuff at first. They'd refuse to do business or trade with me. There were some 'accidents' here and there. But then they started to attack my people. My friends. And then finally they laid siege to this castle. Before that happened, I sent everyone away. All my old friends and allies. That was almost ten years ago."

"Why didn't you just kick their basses?" Asmodai asked.

"Cause I was tired of killing," Cayden shrugged, "I didn't want anyone else to die. Lightlander or not. I threatened them though. Told them I'd fight them myself if they really wanted a battle. I reminded them of what an angry Hero can do. They backed off. And I thought that was that."

"It isn't Cay," Greta gently explained, "They summoned a new Hero."

"And this one is very… zealous," Seiko spoke up softly, "He led the attack on my village. My husband… sacrificed himself to save me. To save our child," she ran a hand over her belly, "But a Lightlander arrow made sure that only one of us survived anyway…"

"Their forces are everywhere," Eris added, "They have invaded the Dead Marshes, the Badlands, the Islands… Somehow they even laid waste to Infernus. I think they truly mean to wipe us out this time."

"They took my kaa-san!" Kotaro exclaimed.

"And my sister!" Moku'un put in.

"My daughter too," Asmodai huffed, and when everyone gave him an odd look he shrugged, "Long story. Demon shift."

"What do you mean 'took'?" Cayden squinted, "Lightlanders don't usually take hostages."

"Not hostage," Moku'un shook his head, "The Hero… he turned her somehow. She was fighting him and then… then she started taking orders from him. She destroyed our home. Our village. And then she just… followed him."

"My kaa-san did the same thing!" Kotaro nodded quickly, "She was our protector, and then she destroyed our village and left with that Hero!"

"And he didn't do it with magic either," Asmodai growled, "He used some kind of weird light markings. It's how he took all my power. If it was magic, I'd have counterspelled it like that," he snapped his fingers, "But he waved his hand, and did that thing you did with the squares and symbols made out of light, and then poof. I was powerless and my daughter was his bish."

"Cheating…" Cayden's eyes widened, "He's cheating."

"He is cheating!" Kotaro exclaimed indignantly.

"No, no I mean…" Cayden waved a hand, "Look… I said that to people from my world, this world is a game right? That means that we… we can look at the world differently. We can change things that even magic can't change. That's how I took away Asmodai's cussing."

"You bathbird," Asmodai scowled.

"But changing someone's faction, or nerfing a boss," Cayden went on, ignoring the demon boy, "You can't do that without using cheats. Abilities that even the game isn't supposed to let you have. He must have found an exploit or… or maybe a dungeon core even I don't know about…"

"So…" Greta squinted, "He has some kind of forbidden powers then? And he's using it against us?"

"Which could mean he'd be unstoppable…" Cayden murmured thoughtfully.

"No way," Asmodai thumped a fist on the table, "We gotta find a way to stop him. I want my girl back!"

"Me too!" Moku'un exclaimed.

"Can you help us, Cayden?" Kotaro asked softly.

Cayden was silent as he drummed his fingertips on the table top. A moment later his eyes widened as a thought occurred to him.

"The Stone," he blinked, "The Summoning Stone. If I've learned anything about dungeon cores, it's that anything they can do… they can usually undo . If you got your hands on it, maybe you could use it to unsummon the Hero. And put things back to rights."

"You expect these boys to get their hands on the most closely guarded artifact in all Juvenal?" Eris asked, "How?"

"I don't know yet…" Cayden shook his head.

"Leave it to me," Asmodai crowed, "I'll find it. And when I do, I'm gonna give myself Hero powers and make everything the way I want it."

"That's not quite how it-," Cayden began.

"You can't do that!" Kotaro exclaimed with dismay.

"Who's gonna stop me turd-head?" Asmodai snapped, "Hah! Not a swear!"

"The only way we fix things is gonna be by working together, you idiot!" Moku'un spoke up.

"Working together is for weaklings," Asmodai waved a hand.

"It is not!" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Alright, nope, not doing this," Cayden pushed up to his feet, "You three. Come with me. Ladies, if you'll excuse us."

"Go right ahead Cay," Greta smiled, "We can all chat more later."

With grumbles and gripes the three younger boys rose to their feet as Cayden beckoned for them to follow. With the other kids following him, Cayden led the way out of the feasting hall and took them deeper into the winding halls of Castle Shota.

Notes:

Welcome, at long last, to Castle Shota! We're really getting under way now folks. There's a whole adventure to be had, so tune in next week for the next chapter of Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 9: Chapter 9 - A Hot Bath

Summary:

In which the boys take a bath, and do a little team bonding.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 9 - A Hot Bath

Still two weeks ago…

"What the heck is this?" Asmodai demanded.

"It's a bathhouse," Cayden gestured, "What, they don't have these in hell?"

Asmodai snarled with annoyance but didn't bother to comment. The chamber in which they now stood was steamy and scented. Aromas of lavender, myrrh and lilac floated in the air. A large basin set into the floor was filled with hot steaming water. Benches near the wall were set beneath water spouts that lightly dripped with cold water. Buckets, brushes, soaps and combs could be found neatly arranged on shelves and racks across the wall.

"Right but like…" Moku'un looked around, "Why are we here ?"

"Cause you all stink," Cayden answered matter-of-factly, "You ate. You're warm. Now you're gonna wash. And you're gonna be washing regularly, if you're gonna stay here in the castle."

"Aw man," Moku'un and Asmodai mumbled at the same time.

"I like baths!" Kotaro smiled brightly.

"Good," Cayden nodded, "Cause you three are staying in here until you figure out how to get along. I don't care what it takes. Clean up. Make up. I'll let you out when you can tell me that there'll be no more fighting."

"But he started it!" Moku'un pointed at Asmodai.

"I did not!" Asmodai exclaimed.

"Hey!" Cayden clapped to interrupt their bickering, "Clean up. Make up. Then you can come out."

With that the blonde boy spun on his heel and exited the bath house. The heavy wood door slammed shut behind him, and the lock clicked decisively. Moku'un sighed. They really were trapped in here now. He shot the demon boy a dirty look, and then glanced questioningly at the oni boy.

Kotaro simply shrugged and disrobed. His dirty garments were peeled from his slim red body and he dropped them into a hamper by the door. Well used to communal bathing, the bath house's layout made perfect sense to him. The red-skinned ten-year-old was naked in no time. His plump crimson butt cheeks flexed with the movements of his skinny little legs. Perky dark nipples stood off of his slim little chest. The bulk of his big red boycock slapped audibly against his thighs as he proceeded toward the wall of water spouts and settled down on a bench beneath one. His sexy, undeveloped body stretched as he leaned forward to twist the knob on the wall and then gave a cute boyish squeal when cold water splashed out of the spout and rained over his shoulders.

Moku'un stared at the steaming basin and the water spouts with distaste, before giving a dejected sigh.

"I hate baths," he complained.

"Pfft, well there's something we can agree on," Asmodai grumped.

"Oh it's not that bad!" Kotaro smiled cheerfully, "C'mon, I'll show ya how it's done."

" You two can splash around all you want," Asmodai huffed, " I'm gonna find a way outta here."

"I mean, he said he'd let us out if we get washed and make friends…" Kotaro pointed out.

"Man, frack that pretty boy. With his stupid rules and shift," Asmodai scoffed.

"Wow," Moku'un shook his head, "You're really bad at making friends. Guess we'll be stuck in here a long time."

With that the orc boy moved to follow the oni's example. He stripped down, baring his little green body and tossed his ruined clothes into the hamper as well. The adorable orcling stretched a little, his sexy boyish body already glistening in the steamy room. His lanky limbs, slim chest and wiry legs were all covered in a sheen of unwashed grease and sweat. His dreadlocks had grown longer over the months of travel, and now dangled nearly to his shoulders. He resolved to trim them soon, now that they were somewhere safe and comfortable.

The green skinned twelve-year-old stepped up next to Kotaro, his fat green boycock smacking against his legs with each step. Then he too sat down on a bench and waited for instruction. Kotaro was all too pleased to show Moku'un the process of washing, scrubbing and rinsing. The orc boy whined at the cold water and complained about the soap smelling funny, but nonetheless played along.

Asmodai stood by the door, tapping his foot impatiently. He scowled at the wooden barrier, once more wishing he had his magic back. But the other kids had a point. There was really only one way out of here. Drawing in a breath through his nose he snorted heavily and turned to face the other kids.

"Alright look," the black boy huffed as he stepped toward them, "I don't do friends , kay? But I'm a demon so I do make deals. So how 'bout we make a deal?"

"What kind of deal..?" Kotaro asked warily.

"I unno… you guys like to frick?" Asmodai asked, then shook his head, "I mean, do ya frack? Grr!"

"What are you talking about?" Moku'un snickered.

"Sex!?" Asmodai exclaimed, "Do you guys like sex!?"

"Wh-Why would you ask that !?" Kotaro exclaimed embarrassedly.

"Cause you both got huge ducks," Asmodai pointed out, then scowled, "I mean docks… forking heck !"

"We get it, we get it!" Moku'un laughed, "Yeah I've done it a buncha times. So what?"

"Fine, so how 'bout this for a deal," Asmodai stated, "I get you guys off, you tell blondie that we're all besties. Sound good?"

"W-What!?" Kotaro gasped.

"I make you cum !" Asmodai shouted slowly, as if the other boy was deaf, "You say we're friends now!"

"Okay even if I said yes," Moku'un waved a hand at him with a snicker, "We're all boys. And I dunno about red here, but I like girls ."

"I like girls too!" Kotaro quickly put forth, "I-I'm not gay!"

"Pfft, I'm not gay either," Asmodai shrugged, "I just like to fuck. Girls, guys, and all kinds of other people. If they're hot, they're hot. They getcha hard, ya bang."

"Pfft, sure," Moku'un snickered disbelievingly, "Maybe try a different bargain and stop being such a demon about it."

"Fine, lemme put it this way," Asmodai rolled his eyes, "You like butts right? I mean, I saw the bass on that gob you showed up with. Her shift's fat as heck."

"Hehe, yeah… butts are good," Moku'un snickered.

"What about you red?" Asmodai challenged.

"Y-yeah… I like butts," Kotaro agreed.

A smug smirk crossed Asmodai's face. The demon boy tugged his cloak loose and let it fall to the floor. He turned to the side, hitched his thumbs in his tattered trousers and huffed with effort as he yanked them down.

The wobbling brown globes of his thick bouncy shotabutt spilled out in full view. He gasped with relief when the sweaty orbs of underage assmeat wobbled in opposite directions. Then he turned further and bent at the waist. The demon boy's big black ass jiggled like jello, each heavy cheek like a thick juicy melon bouncing on his backside. A tug of the waistband up under his cheeks made them squish together, rippling to and fro as he wiggled his hips at the other boys.

"How's that for a butt?" he demanded.

Neither boy replied, both of them speechless as they stared in awe. The round orbs of delicious brown flesh were mesmerizing. And neither boy had ever seen an ass like that on anything but a woman. Moku'un's jaw fell slack and Kotaro's eyes went wide. Asmodai snickered and then hopped up and down on his toes. His big brown buttcheeks audibly clapped with each bounce.

"Like whatcha see guys?" Asmodai snorted.

"I mean uh… y-yeah that's a big butt," Moku'un blinked, and then quickly shook his head, "But you're still a boy!"

"Pfft, so?" Asmodai asked.

"T-Two boys doing it is g-gay!" Kotaro observed with shock.

"What?" the demon laughed, "No it's not!"

"Uh, yeah it is!" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Nuh uh," Asmodai shook his head, "It's only gay if you do it gay ."

"What does that mean?" Moku'un asked with confusion.

"It's only gay if you do it like when you do it with a girl," Asmodai rolled his eyes, "Ya know like, hand holdin', makin' eye contact and kissin'. That's what makes it gay."

"I don't think that's-," Kotaro tried to interject.

"Plus if you're wearin' socks it isn't gay," Asmodai further explained, "And if the balls don't touch then it isn't gay and uh… oh and if ya say 'no homo' afterwards too. Not gay."

"That's… a lot of rules," Moku'un snickered.

"He's the one worried about it," Asmodai shrugged, "Anyway, that's the deal. I make you two blow your loads. You tell blondie we're friends now."

Kotaro remained stunned and looked to Moku'un with nervous confusion. They'd all just met each other an hour ago. And here the other boy was propositioning them! Moku'un appeared to be weighing his options. But it was becoming evident which way his decision was going. The orc boy's fat green cock and bloated balls hung over the edge of the bench. And his fuckmeat was slowly hardening. The broad trunk of emerald fuckflesh inflated slowly but surely while thick veins throbbed along the length of his massive kid dick.

"Aaah, gettin' a boner orc boy?" Asmodai grinned, "Gettin' hard for my fat black butt?"

"Okay look," Moku'un quickly waved a hand, "You gotta sweeten the pot. Kay?"

"Ugh, what more ya want?" Asmodai demanded.

"You gotta wash," Moku'un extended a bar of soap, "Gotta do it proper. Like Kotaro says."

"What!?" Asmodai exclaimed.

"If I gotta, you gotta!" Moku'un pointed out, "Only fair!"

Asmodai growled and his eyes flickered with bloody demonic wrath. He was surprised that the orc boy didn't even flinch. A snort of annoyance came from the demon as he finally kicked off his trousers and stomped over to the other boys.

"Gimme that," he huffed as he snatched the soap bar from Moku'un's hand.

At Kotaro's direction he set to washing, scrubbing and rinsing. In no time at all, all three boys had lathered up and rinsed off. At last Kotaro urged them to rise and step into the tub. The steaming water was still piping hot, and seemed to keep its temperature perpetually. Moku'un huffed and hissed at the heat while Kotaro and Asmodai eased in without issue.

"Ooo, that's niiiice," Kotaro cooed at the heat as he leaned back against the wall of the basin.

"H-hot! It's hot!" Moku'un complained while he carefully worked his way down into the water.

"Hah! Baby," Asmodai snickered at the orc.

Soon the three kids were leaned against the walls of the tub, easily relaxing into the hot water. No sooner than Kotaro had closed his eyes, he snapped them open again and squeaked in alarm.

"H-hey!" he exclaimed.

He looked down to where slim brown fingers had curled tightly around the base of his fuckhose. His dense red boyhood was still soft and floppy as Asmodai gave it a squeeze and steadily massaged it up and down. He fit the girthy red dick into his palm and squeezed it tighter, eliciting a gasp of protest from the other boy.

"What?" Asmodai asked, "We gotta get started sometime. C'mon, get hard already."

"I-I can't!" Kotaro complained.

"Sure ya can," Asmodai snickered, "Ya jus' ain' tryin'."

"Or maybe you're just not any good at this," Moku'un taunted from across the tub with a laugh.

To silence him, Asmodai's tail snaked through the water and abruptly coiled around the orc boy's half-hard fuckpole. Moku'un's laugh cut off in a squeak of his own when he felt the sinuous appendage wrap around the root of his shaft and squeeze tight.

"Wanna say that again greenie?" Asmodai teased.

Moku'un couldn't quite manage words. Not with that tail snaking its way up his throbbing fuckstick. The big green orc cock rose rapidly now, filling out even more until it reached its full titanic proportions. The bloated uncut head periscoped out of the pool, breaking the surface like a rising sea monster as it splashed free of the hot water. A full eleven inches of unreasonably thick kiddy cock now towered out of the bath.

"Ooo dang you got a big one!" Asmodai smirked, "Now you want me to keep squeezin' ya like this? Or you wanna scoot closer so I can handle you right?"

Moku'un grit his teeth, grinding his short little tusks. Another tight squeeze of the tail around the root of his shotadick quickly made up his mind. With huffs and grumbles he scooted around the tub until he sat on Asmodai's left side, while Kotaro shivered on the demon's right. Asmodai loosened his tail around the other boy's dick, and his hand landed on the fat green trunk of orc meat.

"Alright guys," Asmodai chuckled, "Just relax and I'll get yer rocks off. And then you keep your end. Got it?"

"Th-this feels…" Kotaro protested.

"Oh frick, are you still not hard yet!?" Asmodai scoffed, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong!" Kotaro complained, "I just don't like- yeep !"

Ignoring his protest, Asmodai dunked his head under the water. His mouth opened wide and without hesitation he popped the fat crimson crown of Kotaro's ogrecock right into his mouth. His full dark lips encircled the head and the little demon growled greedily while he gobbled the other boy's soft dick.

"H-haaah!" Kotaro exclaimed, "H-he's s-sucking it!"

"Uh… uh huh…" Moku'un nodded dully.

The orc boy had to admit, it felt good getting jerked off like this. He'd always thought handjobs were pretty boring. But the tail curled around his base was working like a cockring. One that was actively pumping up and down on his fat root. It made his fuckmeat bulge extra hard, and the hand gripping his shaft was stroking him just right. The thick foreskin around his engorged emerald cockhead slid back and forth, making his thick veiny boycock flex and throb.

Beneath the water Asmodai proved he was talented at multitasking. The demon brat apparently had no reservations. No inhibitions when it came to debauchery, lust and sin. His sinuous demonic tongue dug into Kotaro's foreskin and coiled around the other boy's sensitive cockhead. His horned head bobbed beneath the water while he slurped and suckled firmly, each tug of his lips and tongue demanding that the other boy get hard in his mouth.

Kotaro moaned as his involuntary erection began to swell. Much as he didn't want to get hard for another boy, Asmodai's mouth was really working him up. The oni boy shivered and bit his lip, feeling his fat red fuckslab fill out faster and faster. Asmodai never moved his head. Instead as Kotaro's boydick grew, he let it push its way deeper and deeper into his mouth. When the fat head reached his throat, the demon boy gave a low groan under the water and further relaxed his jaw.

"I-It's going down his… nnnh!" Kotaro moaned.

There was a wet click as the thick red ogre cock pushed its way down the demon boy's throat. Asmodai stayed in place, letting Kotaro's fucktool force its way deeper and deeper into his neck. The lack of air was finally starting to get to the demon boy, and he gagged on the fat red dick. Kotaro gasped when the tight throat convulsing around his cock made him throb and twitch. The demon boy finally lifted his head, a wet slurp and choke coming forth as he squeezed it out of his mouth.

"Mnlgpah!" Asmodai gasped, "F-frick… you're huge too!"

"I-It's not that big…" Kotaro replied shyly.

"Have you seen this thing?" Asmodai laughed at him as he tightly gripped the fat red ogre dick, "It's massive! Who knew I'd meet other kids big like me."

"Wh-what do ya mean?" Kotaro blinked.

To explain Asmodai leaned back again. His hips pushed and with a huff he spread his chubby thighs. Once more a monster breached the surface of the water. A foot long slab of hard, black fuckmeat emerged from beneath the pool. The demon was throbbing hard, his ebony fuckpole easily the longest of all three boys.

"Ooo, look at that! Looks like I win," Asmodai snickered.

"Nuh uh!" Moku'un exclaimed, "You're just longer! Mine's way thicker!"

"M-mine's more of a grower anyway," Kotaro put forth self-consciously.

"Pfft, no one asked you, tiny," Asmodai snickered as he squeezed the oni boy's thick, smooth ten-incher.

"H-hey!" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Oh stop bullyin' him!" Moku'un snapped, "Besides, don't you have a job to do!?"

Asmodai sighed and rolled his eyes. Apparently he was going to have to actually keep these guys happy. With an annoyed growl he stood up, water shedding from his smooth black skin. The youthful demon boy swung a leg over Kotaro's lap, and his fat black fucktool smacked against the oni boy's chest.

"Hey!!" Kotaro cried out again.

"Shut uuup," Asmodai scoffed, "Just relax."

Spreading his feet on the bottom of the tub, the black boy lowered himself into the oni's lap. Reaching back with one hand he firmly spread his own thick bubbly cheeks and huffed as he slid the thick red cock deep between them. Kotaro gasped and shivered when he felt the thick brown ass cheeks envelop his big twitching dick.

"O-oh wow!" Kotaro moaned.

"Uh huh," Asmodai smirked down at him, "Nice back there huh?"

"Hey, n-no eye contact!" Kotaro protested.

"Oh what ever nerd. Shut up and enjoy the assjob," Asmodai snorted.

He pressed a palm to Kotaro's face and rocked his hips up and down. His own heavily pierced fucklog rubbed across Kotaro's chest, the thick veiny meatpole grinding across the oni boy's perky nipples. Asmodai's thick smooth cheeks squeezed and stroked the hard red pillar of twitchy boymeat. Up and down his big bouncy boybutt stroked that throbbing red cock, making Kotaro gasp and moan as the other boy jerked him off with his ass cheeks.

"Mmph! Mrmph!" the oni boy complained behind Asmodai's palm.

"Pretty good with that ass," Moku'un teased with a snicker, "Done this for a few guys before huh?"

"Pfft, shut up and get over here," Asmodai slapped his own ass and lifted his tail, "Room in here for you too big boy. C'mon. I can take care of you both at the same time!"

With a shrug Moku'un agreed to take him up on that very challenge. The orc boy splashed to his feet and stepped up behind the demon. With a wet smack he slapped his fat green holewrecker onto Asmodai's butt, and huffed as he rubbed it firmly against the plush, smooth skin.

"Dang, your ass is super big just like a girl," Moku'un snickered.

"Shut up!" Asmodai snapped back, "It's just big! It ain' girly!"

"Sure, okay," Moku'un laughed as he bucked his huge dick against the other boy's butt.

Kotaro gasped when he felt the fat green fuckslab squish into the cleavage of Asmodai's ass. Right along with his. All three boys groaned as they found themselves bucking and grinding together, pushing lewdly against each other. Green and red dicks rubbed back and forth against each other. They were helplessly frotting between the thick brown boy cheeks that kept them squished together. A liquid splurt sounded between Asmodai's ass and Kotaro gasped as he spilled a heavy helping of pre-cum all over them.

"Oh dang, did you cum already?" Asmodai snickered.

"N-no!" Kotaro exclaimed, "I just… leak alot, okay!"

"Huh, he's still pretty hard," Moku'un agreed, "I believe him."

"Trust me… when I cum, you'll know it," Kotaro murmured.

"Oh, so ya are gonna cum huh?" Asmodai snickered down at him.

"N-no!" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Huh, guess I better up my game then," Asmodai smirked, "How's this for gay?"

With that the demon boy gripped the oni's shoulders, and wiggled his hips. The thick black donut of his tight wrinkled asshole pressed right against Kotaro's cockhead. And then with a rough buck, the demon slammed his ass down into the other boy's lap. Kotaro squealed aloud and Asmodai groaned with pleasure when he felt the other boy's fucktool spread his asshole. Kotaro's little red hands gripped and squeezed at the demon's thick thighs. His tongue lolled and his eyes rolled. He was inside another boy !

"F-fooork… ungh, ya got a p-pretty good dick, nerd," Asmodai groaned with strain and pleasure, "Ungh, how ya like it in my ass?"

Words could not express Kotaro's mortification. This was definitely gay! Wasn't it? His thick red cock throbbed, twitched and leaked deep inside the black boy's ass. Asmodai shuddered and trembled in his lap, his thick brown donut hole gripping the root of Kotaro's ogredick. Even the demon boy had to admit, he might have taken too much dick too fast. But the proud little prince wasn't going to admit that. So he just shook and trembled in the younger boy's lap, while his tight little asshole strangled Kotaro's throbbing fuckpole.

"O-oh! Tiiiiiight!" Kotaro moaned.

"Hey, no fair!" Moku'un complained, "How come he gets to go in first?"

"Oh sh-shut up n' wait your turn!" Asmodai grunted, "I only got… nngh, room for one of ya… ungh, at a time!"

"Huh… that right?" Moku'un grinned.

Small green hands gripped Asmodai's fat ass and roughly spread his cheeks. The demon boy gave his own boyish squeak of surprise and then gasped with alarm as he felt Moku'un shove his bloated green cockhead against his currently full asshole.

"W-whoa hey!" the demon stammered, "I said one at a time!"

"What? Two of us too much for the big bad demon prince?" Moku'un smirked over him, "Hey Kotaro. Wanna put this bully in his place?"

"Oh…" Kotaro blinked, and then gave a sly grin of his own, "Y-Yeah!"

"Hold 'im down," Moku'un grinned.

"Oh don't you fecking dare!" Asmodai exclaimed, his tail starting to thrash, "I'm in charge here! You two are lucky that- ahngh !"

Moku'uns hand caught the demon's flailing tail and yanked on it hard. The oni boy snapped his arms tight around Asmodai's waist, hugging the boy close against him to hold him down. Bracing his feet, Moku'un rubbed the head of his cum-slicked fucklog against the base of Kotaro's big red ogre dick. The well slicked ring of Asmodai's boyhole struggled and resisted. But was ultimately too well lubricated by Kotaro's constantly leaking pre-fuck to keep out the invasion.

"F-frack… fraaaack… fraaaaaag! " Asmodai wailed with pleasure.

"Nnnnnngh!" the oni and orc boy moaned in unison.

Moku'un groaned as he forced his cock inside. A wet, sticky slurp came forth as the orc stuffed his fat dick in along with Kotaro's. All three boys moaned aloud. Moku'un's free hand gripped the demon's waist and he bucked hard. A sticky splurt followed when his veiny shaft slid smoothly against Kotaro's fuckmeat, and he forced his huge green cock even deeper up the demon's asshole.

"Oh h-heck what the f-fooork..!" Asmodai gagged, his long serpentine tongue lolling past his lips, "T-too much! P-pull it oooout !"

"Nnrrgh!" Moku'un snarled.

Slap!

Green hips smacked loudly against big brown boycheeks. A rough buck slammed his fuckmeat balls deep up the demon's ass. Kotaro gave a hot moan when he felt that fat green cockhead mash against his own. Moku'un groaned as the thick knobs around Kotaro's glans rubbed against his twitching veiny dick. Both hot slabs of thick twitching boymeat were solidly lodged up the demon boy's tight asshole. Their frenulums rubbed together, cockheads nuzzling one another deep inside the demon boy's guts. Moku'un drooled, feeling his heavy green nuts smack right up against Kotaro's bloated red boynuts.

"Glaaaagh..!" was the only sound Asmodai was capable of producing.

"W-wait… Moku'un!" Kotaro whined, "Our balls are t-touching!"

But Moku'un was past listening. Another orcish snarl came from the horny green boy and he yanked harder on Asmodai's tail. His other hand reached up to grip one of the demon boy's horns for extra leverage. His hips yanked back, dragging his huge twitching fuckpole almost completely out of Asmodai's ass. Then with a loud smack he thrust it all back in.

"Ooofh!" Kotaro moaned as he felt Moku'uns cock roughly stroke his own deep inside the demon boy.

"Guuhuugkh!" Asmodai choked.

He could feel both of those fat cockheads punching into his guts. Every stroke from Moku'un made Kotaro leak more. The underage oni dick spat more and more pre-nut into his belly, making it easier for Moku'un to fuck him hard and fast. The horny orc clapped the black boy's thick bouncy cheeks while his bloated green nuts spanking Kotaro's over full red balls.

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

"Ungh! Hrrngh! Nugn!" Moku'un grunted, "Ungh f-fuck this is… ungh a good ass!"

"M-Moku'un!" Kotaro exclaimed, "Not so rough!"

"Sorry!" the orc apologized, "Can't h-help it! He's so… ungh tight! And you're really hard!"

"D-don't say that!" Kotaro whined with embarrassment.

"H-hurry the… ungh, heck uuuup!" Asmodai groaned loudly, "G-gonna break my… feckin' hoooole!"

The steamy, gay, boys-only fuckfest was only getting rougher. And faster too. Asmodai's slim tummy bulged with the bulk of the two huge kidcocks. The eleven-year-old boy squirmed while the underage fuckslabs rearranged his guts. What was worse was that every pump of those enormous kidcocks was making them grind over Asmodai's cum button. His foot-long ebony fuckpole throbbed and twitched, spilling thick globs of steaming demon cum all over Kotaro's perky nipples.

"H-aah!" Kotaro gasped, "H-hot!"

"Angh! Ungh! Gnggh!" Asmodai groaned and choked.

"Nrrn! Nnn! Hnn!" Moku'un moaned with childish pleasure.

Slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!-slap!

The loud, wet slap of their jiggling balls colliding echoed through the bath house. Moku'un and Kotaro gasped as their sensitive cumtanks slapped together over and over, making them hiss and moan from the stinging yet pleasurable impact. The demon prince's eyes rolled back in his head as his tongue drooled on Kotaro's chest.

"I-I'm gunna cum!" Asmodai groaned helplessly, "Y-yer huge cocks r' gonna push my cum out!"

"M-me too!" Kotaro moaned loudly, "I-I'm gonna..!"

"Rrrn, cumming!!" Moku'un exclaimed.

With a trio of high-pitched, boyish squeals all three of them came. Huge underage fuckpoles surged and flexed, as their balls churned out thick, sticky nutsludge. Kotaro gasped and squeaked when Asmodai's big black dick lurched and promptly splattered his face with a hot splash of demonic cocksnot. The heat of it was alarming. But it felt good .

Moku'un buried his fat green fuckmeat deep in Asmodai's ass right alongside Kotaro's. Both boy's enormous pillars bucked inside Asmodai's belly and then unloaded. Asmodai's head tilted back as Moku'un pulled hard on his horn, exposing the cute boy's face while the demon lost all composure. Asmodai's expression contorted into a full boyish ahegao, his tongue lolling out and his eyes crossing while he got stuffed with warm, creamy ball batter. Heavy ropes of chunky kiddy cum blasted inside the little prince's belly, filling him up with the other boys' jizz.

It didn't take long for Moku'un and Kotaro to completely overfill the demon boy. His stomach expanded rapidly, belling outward with the raw liquid pressure inside him. But with two dicks stretching his hole so wide, his gripping boyhole couldn't form a proper seal. Thus there was a loud liquid spurting sound and a hot froth of mixed up cockslime spilled back out of him. Gout after thick, smelly gout of gooey ballslop spilled out of his overstretched ass as both boys kept using him to unload their nuts.

Slorp!-glorp!-ffrrrt!-sprrrt!-glorp!-sprrrt!-plorp!-slorp!

"F-f-faaaaahhh!" was all Asmodai could manage while pressurized streams of nutbutter spewed from his ass around two raging hard boycocks.

Moku'un looked down at the demon boy's face while Asmodai helplessly came from being double fucked. Something about those bright demon eyes and the long extended tongue got the orc boy's blood pumping. With a hungry snarl he pulled harder on Asmodai's horn, yanking him back to him.

With a wet smack their lips met and Moku'un kissed the other boy hard.

"Mmgg!" Moku'un growled assertively.

"Mnnph!" Asmodai moaned in surprise.

Wet squirming tongues rolled in each others mouths while the kids came together hard. Moku'un bucked his hips, grinding his twitching balls against Kotaro's jiggling nuts, all the while making out hard with the bratty demon bully. Asmodai moaned helplessly into the kiss, the taste of the orc boy's mouth suddenly intoxicating and urging him to kiss him back. The wet sticky sound of too much cum and an obscenely deep kiss echoed off the bath house walls.

Finally Moku'un eased his hips backward. Kotaro moaned when he felt the twitching, spurting shaft slide against his own. Asmodai's thick black muscle ring squeezed both of those burly boydicks out of his ass. The thick multicolored cumhoses sprang free of his boyhole with a wet splurt, and proceeded to finish by hosing them all down with hot sloppy, underage cockcream.

"Mmmnnglluup!" Kotaro moaned, his mouth filled with boycum.

The embarrassed oni boy was forced to swallow a mouthful of hot, gluey demon jizz in order to clear his mouth so he could gasp for breath. He felt the other boy's steaming nutbutter slide down his throat and settle in his belly, where it warmed him like a bowlful of hot sake. The ten-year-old whined with aroused shame and then gave an awkward squeak when Asmodai collapsed on him.

Moku'un at last released the kiss, letting Asmodai's long tongue slurp out from between his short tusks. Thick sticky ropes of shared saliva connected their cute faces, breaking when Asmodai finally slumped forward. Moku'un groaned as his cock lay over the demon boy's big round ass, drooling reeking orcjizz onto his back. Kotaro lay back against the stone basin of the tub, panting for breath while Asmodai rested his head on the oni boy's shoulder.

Several long moments passed in relative silence. The boys panted heavily, struggling to catch their breath. Moku'un stumbled to one side and sat down heavily on the edge of the tub beside Kotaro while Asmodai managed to roll off of the other boy. They were all a mess of each other's seed. Thick ropes and splatters of pearly boycum staining their skin. One by one they slipped back into the water properly, huffing as they let the steaming bath clean the spunk from their bodies.

"That seemed really gay…" Kotaro mumbled softly once he'd caught his breath.

"No…" Asmodai reached over as he patted the other boy's slender red chest, "No homo."

"There is… no way that fixes it," Moku'un laughed breathlessly.

"Well if it was gay…" Asmodai quipped, "It's yer fault greenie fer kissin' me like that. I ain' gonna be yer boyfriend or nothin'."

"I-I never said anything about-!" Moku'un began to exclaim.

"Guys!" Kotaro broke in, managing to be assertive for once, "Look let's just… keep up the deal okay? If I admit it felt good and Asmodai did his part… we just all tell Cayden we're friends right?"

Moku'un shot Asmodai a suspicious look while the demon only grinned back wickedly. The orc boy huffed, but he gave a nod to Kotaro. The oni boy looked to Asmodai who gave a wave of his hand and a nod.

"Yeah, yeah I'll give it a rest or whatever," the demon replied, "Just tell the guy what he wants to hear."

Cheered that they had all at last come to an agreement, Kotaro climbed out of the water. The naked little oni boy toddled to the door and raised his fist to bang on it.

"Cayden!" he called aloud, "Cayden we're washed up! And we're all friends now! We worked it out!"

The door unlocked and the wooden barrier swung open. The pretty blonde boy stood in the door way, his arms crossed and an amused smirk on his face. It was only then that it occurred to Kotaro that the pretty blonde boy had been standing outside the door the whole time. And he had most definitely heard the entire affair. The ten-year-old ducked his head while mortification flooded over him. Cayden only laughed and ruffled the younger boy's hair as he gave a satisfied nod.

"Great," Cayden smiled, "Cause I talked to the ladies and we think we figured out a way to stop the Hero and get you your women back."

"You did!?" Moku'un exclaimed.

"Sure did," Cayden smiled broadly, "Going to break the rules a bit for you three. This new Hero is definitely cheating. But I've got some gamebreaking cheats of my own. So tell me. Are you guys ready to become Adventurers?"

"Only on one condition!" Asmodai exclaimed.

"What's that?" Cayden sighed.

"Can I…" Asmodai paused and flexed his jaw as he forced himself to be nice, "Can I please have my swearing back?"

Cayden blinked and then laughed. With a swipe of his hand he conjured the glowing glyphs and tapped them twice. Still laughing, the older boy turned and strode away, leaving the other kids to towel off. The three younger boys fussed and flailed as they snatched up robes and hurried to follow Cayden.

—--

Ten minutes later…

"This is it. The Kingdom Heart," Cayden explained, "This is the Dungeon Core of Castle Shota."

The four boys stood in an expansive undercroft deep beneath Castle Shota. Here rough stone floors supported mighty pillars that rose twenty feet high. The vaulted ceiling was hewn from the rock of the mountain itself. The walls bore aging frescos of a young boy with dark feathered hair, clad in a white toga doing battle with various mighty foes. At the center of the undercroft a wide stone platform was guarded by four winged statues, their hands upraised gloriously.

Above the platform floated a large scarlet heart that glowed with golden light. White angelic wings splayed out to either side of the ruby heart, as it cast its illumination across the undercroft. Cayden stood facing it while the other three boys flanked him, eyeing the odd light source with awe and confusion.

"It's bigger than I thought it'd be," Moku'un noted.

"Brighter too," Asmodai shielded his face, "Can we turn that thing down?"

"You're going to need a bit of a boost to go on your adventures," Cayden chuckled, ignoring Asmodai's comment, "That's what I'm going to do with this dungeon core. I'm going to make you all Adventurers. But first, we're going to swear you in as Shotas."

"Like the name of the castle?" Kotaro asked, tilting his head, "What does that mean?"

"It's uh…" Cayden chuckled and a flush of pink crossed his delicate pale features, "How do I explain this… you boys are clearly not virgins, yeah?"

"Fuck no," Asmodai scoffed, and then his eyebrows raised, "Oh sweet, I can swear again!"

"Abuse it, and I'm turning it right back off," Cayden warned him.

Asmodai, who had been about to utter a string of obscenities just for the sake of it, closed his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Me either," Kotaro answered shyly.

"Same," Moku'un nodded, "What's that got to do with anything though?"

"It's not exactly normal for kids our age to have had sex already," Cayden chuckled, "Especially not with your own family members."

"Wh-what!?" Kotaro exclaimed, "How did you know about that?"

"Hang on, hang on, calm down," Cayden laughed as he waved his hands, "Let me put it this way. When the first Hero came to this world, he had one wish. He wanted to never grow up and to have all the ladies he could dream of. Legends say that for his service, the goddess Thea created a dungeon core to grant his wish. And it worked! Shotaro never aged, and he had sex with lots of ladies. Before he disappeared, he wanted to share his good luck. So he left behind two things."

"Take it this Castle is one of 'em," Asmodai looked around, "Seeing as his pictures and statues are everywhere."

"Okay, three things," Cayden laughed, "The first was a blessing. He cast a spell over all Juvenal to share his good fortune, so that other boys would be born that had his luck. They'd be cute, great at attracting partners, and really, really good at sex. The blessing pops up here and there, but usually those boys grow out of it when they become teenagers and the blessing fades away. The second thing was this dungeon core. Swearing on it grants Shotaro's other gift. Power and immortality. Only boys who were lucky enough to get the first blessing can also get the second. Any boy who has both, becomes a Shota. A little boy who'll never grow up, is capable of heroic things and can have all the ladies he wants."

"Wow… that's a lot," Moku'un blinked, "Is that why you've been alive for a hundred years?"

"Mhm," Cayden nodded, "I was twelve-years-old when I got here. I swore on the Dungeon Core two days before my thirteenth birthday. I've been the same age ever since."

"So… if we do the same thing…" Kotaro summarised, "We'll be little kids forever? I won't ever get any older?"

"Not until you return here and give up your oath," Cayden said, "There's no harm or foul for that. If you're ever done being a Shota, or just want to spend a year or two getting a little older, you can. There's just one rule. You gotta swear before you turn thirteen. Once you're a teenager, you're too old and you can't become a Shota anymore."

"Close one…" Moku'un muttered, "I'm twelve and a half."

"Glad we met when we did then," Cayden smiled, "You're going to need every advantage you can get to face the hero. This'll help. You guys ready to begin?"

"What do we gotta do?" Asmodai asked.

Cayden stepped toward the stone altar and placed his palm upon it. He gestured for the other boys to do the same.

"Now look up into the core," he said, "And just say 'No matter what, I will always do my best.'"

"What, that's it?" the demon prince blinked, "No long-ass rhyme or chanting in old languages or shit?"

"Nope," Cayden shrugged and smiled, "Being a Shota is all about being honest and earnest. No matter what happens, whether good or evil, you just always gotta try your hardest. That's all it takes."

The three younger boys looked one to another, waiting to see who would take the plunge first. At last Moku'un took a deep breath and gazed up into the light.

"No matter what," the little orc said aloud, "I will always do my best."

The dungeon core flared with light and Moku'un felt his dreadlocks ruffle in an unseen wind. The smell of salt and sand, of warm sea breezes and mountain air rushed over him. A flicker of golden wings flashed behind him and then faded into sparkles.

"No matter what…" Kotaro followed suit nervously, "I will always try to do my best."

The core once more flickered to life and Kotaro gasped softly as he felt dry, warm wind billow over him. His pale white hair fluttered about his short little horns while the scent of warm springs, cracked earth and sunny skies billowed past. The golden wings reappeared briefly, and then faded into glowing motes.

"No matter what," Asmodai spoke up, "I will always do my fuckin' best!"

Cayden shot Asmodai a cross look. But the demon boy just laughed when the sphere flared brightly and a cascade of light billowed over Asmodai. His skin tingled as the stench of brimstone, the smell of wood smoke and the wail of lost souls washed over him. A flicker of golden bat wings flashed behind him and disappeared with a cackle of distant laughter.

"Congrats," Cayden sighed and chuckled, "You're officially Shotas. Now one final touch…"

The blonde boy raised a hand and his fingertips flickered across an array of glowing boxes and sigils. A fresh cascade of light emanated over each of the boys, and bright glyphs scrolled above their heads. Cayden watched with satisfaction as the title "Adventurer Level 1" appeared above their heads. The moment was brief, and left each boy blinking and curiously shaking his head.

"What was that?" Kotaro asked curiously.

"Nothing much," Cayden admitted, "Just enough to start you on your path to doing great things. You're adventurers now guys. Ready to take on the world?"

"You bet yer tight bubbly ass I am," Asmodai grinned, and when the other boys gave him a weird look he shrugged, "What? Look at it! It is a tight bubbly ass!"

"You guys best head upstairs then," Cayden cleared his throat, trying not to blush, "Greta agreed to lead you on your first adventure. She'll tell you everything you need to know."

"Whoo hoo!" Moku'un yipped excitedly, "C'mon guys, lets go!"

The little orc led the way toward the stairs. The three Shotas marched with their heads held high and their shoulders squared. They felt empowered, emboldened, and finally ready to face the challenges ahead.

Notes:

Looks like the boys learned how to get along after all. And they're officially Shotas now. Find out how their adventures continue next week on Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 10: Chapter 10 - Breeding Season

Summary:

In which the boys earn their keep, and do a hard night's work.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 10 - Breeding Season

One week ago…

"Well I suppose my real question is… what's innit for us?" a smoky female voice drawled.

The clink of tankards, the rattle of mugs and the stink of booze filled the rickety old ale hall. Indeed it was hard to call it a proper 'hall'. It was, in fact, the remains of a capsized ship, a cargo hulk that had been tossed aground ages ago by a raging storm. Amidst the salty bluffs where the Bazonga Mountains met the waters of the Emerald Bay, the ship's remains had become a tavern and inn for monster folk of all kinds.

Kotaro cast a nervous glance over his shoulder. 'Seedy' barely even began to describe the establishment. The little boy had never seen a more dangerous collection of rogues, brigands and ne'er-do-wells. Everyone appeared to be armed to the teeth. His shoulder sunk a little lower and he scooted a little closer to the other boys.

"You'd have access to our forges and workshops, once they're up and running," Greta answered, "Heck, I can sweeten the pot and see if our Hero would be willing to let you stay at the castle. A safe place to stay is pretty hard to come by these days."

The goblin knight had come clad for the occasion. Thigh high boots and bicep-length gauntlets of polished steel gird her extremities. A tabard bearing the winged heart design of Castle Shota, lay over her torso. The cloth only barely kept her decent. Bouncy green side-boob bulged out to either side of the garment and her bare hips were left entirely on display. It was all too evident that she wore nothing beneath the tabard. All that held it in place was a leather belt around her waist and a strap that dipped between the deep cleavage of her tits. The straps secured a steel greatsword to her back which was longer than she was tall. Yet the goblin knight seemed entirely at ease with the enormous weapon on her back.

"Sure, sure. That's all fine and good, if your boys pull off the job," a smooth, silken female voice answered, "We can certainly guide you through the mountains. Get you to the other side safe and sound. But there's always the chance things go south for your kids. And then nobody gets anything."

Greta and the three boys sat across the table from two gremlin women. As a cousin species of the goblins, gremlins bore the same large ears, bright eyes and wide mouths as goblins. The sole real differences were that their skin came in shades of purple, and they grew fur on their long, large ears.

Curvy, athletic and gorgeous it was all too obvious that the two women across from them were twin sisters. Their features were nearly identical, including full lips, long lashes, bright eyes and button noses. But it was clear they'd taken efforts to keep their appearances separate.

"Fine, what do you want, Thala?" Greta asked the crossbow wielder.

The gremlin woman grew her hair long, letting chocolate tresses spill from a high ponytail down to the middle of her back. A leather sling bikini struggled to keep her clothed, leaving her broad violet hips, heavy tits and thick thighs on display. Thigh-high boots featured animal skulls on the knee caps, which matched the rib-bone pauldron on her left shoulder. A heavy crossbow hung off the back of her chair, decorated with bones and skulls.

"Collateral," Thala shrugged, her silky voice casual and relaxed, "Something to assure we've got something to show for our work if your boys get themselves captured in that bastion."

"Like I just told Thora," Greta gestured to the hammer bearer, "We don't have any money. So what else do you want?"

The other twin wore short cropped hair, though had left her bangs to grow long and sweep down over one bright orange eye. A deer-skin bikini struggled to contain her huge lavender tits, which threatened to bounce free of the tiny leather cups with her every movement. A furred mantle wrapped around her shoulders and she rested her arm on the pommel of an enormous war hammer that sat next to her chair.

"Aaah, but you could make some," Thora observed, smug mischief in her smokey tones, "And quick too."

"And how would we do that?" Greta squinted suspiciously.

"Oh no, not you ," Thala snickered, " Them ."

All three boys balked when the gremlin woman's gaze turned their way.

The kids had undergone a few changes since their arrival at Castle Shota a week ago. Cayden's 'Hero magic' had made them all Adventurers. And he'd spent a week teaching them what that meant. The blonde boy had gifted them an ability that Heros and Bosses employed. The ability to gain power from experience. The changes had been subtle, but Cayden had promised them great things in the future.

Moku'un now wore a raw-hide loincloth with matching boots and gloves. His trusty hatchet hung at his side, freshly sharpened and with a new leather bound haft. Orcish tattoos now decorated his skin, signifying his ascension from a mere 'mob' to proper Adventurer. Asmodai wore billowing canvas harem pants and a simple linen vest. A fresh set of piercings adorned his dark brown skin. Kotaro was clothed in a fresh silk gi and fundoshi as well as knee-high tabi socks. Calligraphy charms hung from his biceps and thighs, while a jade magatama jewel glistened on his brow.

"What do you mean, them ?" Greta inquired.

"You got three strapping boys there," Thora snickered, "They'll make bank in the breeding stalls."

"The what !?" Greta cried aloud.

"Look, it's hard out there these days," Thora explained, "Villages burned. Families separated. People need people ya know? What with the Lightlanders having killed off most of the eligible young fellas, some ladies are gettin' deseprate."

"Sure a baby's a handful to start," Thala nodded, "But in just a few years, that's an extra pair of helpin' hands. And nobody likes survivin' out there alone right?"

"Soooo, it just so happens the owner set up some stalls behind the bar," Thora smirked, "Willing studs sign up to stick their dicks through a gloryhole, and any lady who pays can use 'em to make babies. Pretty much anonymous. Guys get a cut, the house gets a cut, and the ladies get knocked up. Win win!"

"That… is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!" Greta exclaimed, "You can't expect these boys to… to sell themselves like that!"

"Makes sense to me," Asmodai shrugged, "Plus we don't even gotta take care of the babies after. Just get to make 'em and get paid for it. I'm in."

"Asmodai!" Greta shrieked reproachfully.

"I mean… we don't have any money…" Moku'un pointed out to Greta.

"Well… no but…!" Greta fumbled.

"Making babies… is kinda fun," Kotaro blushed shyly.

The goblin woman smacked her palms to her face and dragged them down her freckled cheeks. Of course these horny little scamps would be into the idea. Greta sighed as she wracked her brain for a better plan. And sadly came up short.

"If you boys really wanna do this… then I guess it's fine," she sighed, feeling more like an irresponsible adult than ever, and then pointed sternly at the gremlin ladies across the table, "But if they do this, you get their earnings for the night… and then you take us across the mountains tomorrow ."

"You got yerself a deal there sister!" Thora leaned across the table and shook Greta's gauntleted hand.

"Hell yeah!" Asmodai smacked the table with elation.

"Yaaay!" Kotaro clapped happily.

"Don't worry Greta, I'll save a couple loads for you," Moku'un hummed quietly against the goblin's ear as he leaned in and kissed her freckled cheek.

The goblin's ears perked straight up and she pressed a palm to his face and pushed him back. She attempted to scowl at him, but was blushing too hard to make it convincing. Moku'un only grinned unrepentantly at Greta as he rose from his chair.

"How do we get started huh?" Asmodai asked.

"Follow us!" Thora grinned.

The barbarian gremlin hopped to her feet and swung her hammer over her shoulder. Thala joined her sister, slinging her crossbow across her back and beckoned to the boys to follow. The kids didn't need to be told twice. All three followed like eager puppy dogs, their eyes glued to the thick, bouncing violet cheeks of the gremlin sisters' asses.

"Hoi, Kurzol!" Thola called to the figure behind the counter.

The boys eyes all went wide when an elderly male troll turned to face them. As ogre-blood cousins of the oni, trolls were enormous once fully grown. Blue skinned, standing nine-and-a-half-feet tall, he leaned forward over the counter to stare at the gremlins and the children. His luminescent blue eyes gleamed with frosty light, and patches of stone dotted his skin. His hair was formed from green strands of gaspeite crystal that naturally grew from his scalp. Thumping huge fists onto the counter he leaned down closer and squinted at the small people on the other side of the bar.

"Whatcha want Thora?" Kurzol grumpily inquired.

"We gots some studs for the stables," Thora gestured to the three boys behind her, "Hard workers too, if ya know what I mean," she grinned.

"Hrrmph, look a li'l young t' me," the troll grumped, "Ain' no job for a kid, ya degenerates."

"Oh Kurzol you wound us!" Thala fake pouted, "You know you can never tell how old us short people are. That one's an imp, that one's a goblin and…," she paused when she stared at Kotaro for a moment, before she snapped her fingers, "And that one's an efreet!"

"If he's an efreet, why's his hair not made o' fire?" Kurzol asked disbelivingly.

"Caaaaaaause…" Thala balked.

"Didn't wanna burn down your cool bar sir!" Kotaro answered, doing his very best to deepen his high-pitched voice and sound like a man, "No sense in sheddin' sparks everywhere right?"

Kurzol squinted at the group appraisingly. It only took a moment longer for the troll to decide he didn't care enough to ask any further questions. With a roll of his eyes he reached beneath the counter and produced three wooden cylinders. These he plunked on the counter in front of them.

"Ya each get a coin cup," he said, "It's made so's it stays locked. In the stall there's a cup slot. Put it in, and it'll collect the customer's payment. Bring it back unopened and I'll divy up the lot. I'll know if'n ya tamper with it or try t' pull any fast ones. Ya try n' run with it…"

"And we won't even make it to the shore 'fore you've speared us," Thora waved her hand, "Yeah, yeah you're a big scary troll. Are our studs good to go?"

Kurzol snorted and gave a dismissive flick of his huge stony fingers. The boys each snatched a cup off the counter and Thala turned to lead them away.

"Pleasure doin' business Kurz!" Thora grinned.

The troll returned a non-committal grunt as the gremlin ladies led the boys outside. The roar of the sea crashing against the cliffs was deafening. Behind the overturned hulk of the ship/tavern stood a smaller building. Constructed in the style of horse stables, the interior was strewn with hay and lit by warm glowing lanterns. Several stalls stood in a line and the gremlins gestured to three on the end.

"Alright kids," Thala instructed, "Go on in through the second door. Lock it behind ya. Rule is no names, no faces. But there's a mirror in the ceiling if ya want to get a peak at the kind of lady that's bangin' ya. Make yourself comfy and just… wait. Ladies'll be by soon!"

"Maybe keep your voices down too," Thora snickered, "These folk don't ask too many questions, buuut they might not be the type to want to get knocked up by children."

"Don' worry," Asmodai cackled, "We'll do our part real well."

"Good luck kiddos!" Thala waved, "Have fuuuuun!"

With that the gremlin sisters departed. The boys looked one to another and then split up into separate stalls.

--

The interior of the stall was not much different from a horse stall. The floor here was also strewn with hay. The sole difference was a large bar set at chest height in the middle of the stall, beyond which was a bench at knee height. Behind these sparse furnishings was a sliding wooden door that featured a large open hole in the middle.

Moku'un slid the door to one side and stepped into the small closet space beyond. Sliding the door shut he found himself in a cozy little room that featured a small stool on the floor and a slot on the wall. He pressed his coin cup into the slot and heard a click when it snapped into place and the door locked. The hole in the door was lightly padded around the edges, and its purpose was all too obvious. It was a little high off the ground for the orc boy. But the stool came in handy. Standing atop it he slipped aside his loincloth and experimentally dangled his soft green dick and balls through the opening.

"Hehe, it fits!" he announced with a silly giggle, "Woobly, woobly, woobly, woobly!" he laughed as he rocked his hips side to side to make his floppy cock bounce and jiggle in the empty stall.

"How'd you reach the hole?" came Kotaro's confused query.

"Stand on the stool ya nerd," Asmodai replied, "And keep it down. Don't wanna scare off customers."

"Sorry, sorry," Kotaro apologized.

Moku'un chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes. Their bickering was softening somewhat. The boys hadn't seemed to get on each other's nerves so much this past week. It helped that the bath times Cayden had mandated had also become their customary circle-jerk sessions.

The orc boy's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the stall door opening. He tilted his head up and spied the mirror set into the ceiling. While the stall was lit by a lantern, his little closet was dark, meaning whoever his customer was wouldn't be able to see him. But he was clearly able to see them.

"Oh… hello there," came a warm, friendly, female voice, "They got an orc in here today huh?"

Moku'un didn't respond as he stared at the figure on the other side. She wasn't a particularly sexy lady. But she wasn't ugly either. She was a tall troll with quartzite hair spilling down her back. She wore fisherman's waders that she was currently wriggling out of. An athletic figure set with firm broad hips and taut thighs caught his eye. She had little in the way of breasts to speak of, but her full lips and up-turned nose were much to the orc boy's liking.

A thrill of arousal rushed through him. He was about to be used like so much meat. And he scarcely had a choice as to who his customer was. Any lady of any sort could come through that door and take his seed so long as she paid properly. The troll woman produced a pair of gold coins which she slid into a slot on the wall. Moku'un heard them rattle through the wall before rolling out into his coin cup.

"Not hard for me yet big boy?" the troll woman huffed, "Need a hand with that?"

"Mmmhm…" Moku'un grunted as deeply and masculinely as he could manage.

A rough hand took hold of him. Her touch was firm but careful, and she cradled his cock and balls like they were an absolute treasure. A coo came from the working woman as she handled him experimentally, giving his uncut kidcock steady strokes and slow squeezes. Her palm hefted his balls and slowly massaged the enormous orbs. Even her broad hand was barely able to contain his nuts.

"Huh… pretty smooth," she hummed, "Not a hair on ya. Soft skin too. Got me a young buck here do I? You don't object to an old lady like me?"

Moku'un could only guess that the woman was easily thirty years his senior, if not more. That thought made his cock surge swiftly, and the troll woman purred with approval when he abruptly stiffened. Her delight mounted as he grew and grew, until at last the heavy slab of kiddie dick reached full mast. A bloated log of boycock, eleven inches long and three inches wide, now stuck straight out from the glory hole. And the troll woman was clearly speechless.

"Holy fuck…" she huffed, "I oughtta be payin' you double big boy," she squeezed him firmly.

Stepping closer to the door the troll woman eased him between her thighs. Moku'un clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle a boyish moan when he felt the heat of her pussy and her firm thighs squeeze tight around him. Steadily she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her needy cunt on his emerald fuckslab and huffing with growing lust.

"Ain' gonna take too much of your time stud," she drawled through the door, "I'm sure ya got other customers. Just gettin' proper wet for ya. Gonna need it to take this monster of yours."

"Uuunh… uh huh," Moku'un groaned as deeply as he could.

He could feel her fuckslit getting hot and sloppy against his cock. Every grind of her pussy made her juicier and wetter. It was having a similar effect on him. Soon enough his foreskin was overflowing with sticky pre-jizz. The frothing kidnut dripped down her thighs while she thighfucked his big green fuckpole.

"Mmm, that oughta do it," she huffed, "Ya mind if I take it fast n' hard? Gotta get back t' the docks 'fore my boat shoves off."

"Uh uh," Moku'un rumbled as deeply as he could manage.

The troll woman turned and knelt upon the bench. She braced her hands on the bar in front of her and worked her wide hips back. Moku'un felt his bare cockhead press against the folds of her sticky cunt. With a hiss the troll woman grit her teeth, and then shoved her sluthole onto that fat bitchbreaker of fuckmeat.

"Huu-uuuhn!" Moku'un moaned, and his voice cracked mid moan.

"Hah… haaah!" the troll moan gasped aloud, "H-hooo f-fuck you're thick !"

For all that she complained, she barely paused. With a greedy buck the older woman slammed her hips back again, driving him deeper into her hot pussy. Her juices dripped from his shaft and she felt his throbbing veiny fucklog prying her open. Hissing aggressively the big woman forced herself back onto his cock again, this time managing to shove her ass firmly against the door. Moku'un choked as he was abruptly balls deep inside the woman whom he hadn't even properly met.

"F-fuuuck yeah…" she huffed, "That's my baby room stud. Fill it up good for me ya hear?"

"Uh huuuh…" Moku'un groaned helplessly.

The big blue woman lurched forward, dragging her cunt down the girthy inches of his fuckslab. With a wet slurp she thrust herself back, and her pussy gobbled every last inch of his underage cockmeat. The desperate woman set to unknowingly fucking the child, slamming her cunt onto his huge twelve-year-old boydick with wild abandon.

Thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!-thump!

The sound of the closet door banging against its frame echoed through the stables. The troll woman abused her own pussy on that titanic green orcmeat. Her tongue lolled from her lips, drool spilling into the hay. This was the best sex she'd ever had. The fattest and hardest cock she'd ever taken.

"Fuck! F-Fuck… ugnh fuck..!" she gasped and groaned, "Hrrn, h-hurts so fucking good!"

Moku'un could feel his cockhead punching her cervix. Or perhaps it was more accurate that her cervix was punching his cockhead. Either way, their mating was rough and fast. The troll woman spread her knees on the bench and arched her back, dropping her head while she focused on fucking the huge slab of green cockmeat as hard as she could. She hissed when it hit bottom hard, groaned when she felt it crush her womb.

"F-fucking hell…" she gasped, "Ungh gonna b-break me stud… rrngh, c-can't stop… ungh fucking your stupid fat dick!"

"Hrrrnnngh!" Moku'un groaned lowly, "G-gunna…" he managed through semi-gutteral tones.

"Fuck don't wait!" she huffed, "Don't fucking hold back stud. Nut in me. Gimme that fuckin' baby!"

The woman rode him harder . Moku'un choked as every pump of her hips made his balls slap against her thighs. Her pussy was wringing him out and he definitely wasn't going to last long at all. His fingers pressed against the wood of the door while he huffed and panted. Finally he clamped a palm over his mouth to muffle his voice when he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Oh f-fuck !" the troll gasped.

Her abdomen belled out when the first gluey shot of Moku'uns thick sludgey orc jizz rocketed into her womb. His cumslit mashed against her cervix and blasted hot breeding kidcum directly into her uterus. Hyper virile shotaseed assaulted her fertility, utterly flooding her womb and then abruptly inflating it. His cock lurched again and more cockslime was forced into her, making her belly expand even faster.

The troll woman gagged and her head snapped back, bright blue eyes wide and unfocused. Her hand pressed to her belly while she struggled to comprehend what was happening to her. An unreal amount of cum was being forced into her uterus and the stud had only fired off twice in her pussy. He was still cumming.

There was no doubt in the woman's mind she was pregnant after the first shot. She swore she felt his orcish swimmers hunt down her trollkin egg and penetrate it! But this stud apparently took pride in his work and intended to remove all possible doubt. More nutsludge flooded her depths, and she felt her stomach swell again as his huge balls kept churning out round after round of tar-thick cockcream.

When it was finally over she slumped forward. A wet, nasty slurp sounded from behind her as the trunk of kidcock slid out of her well fucked pussy. She shuddered and gasped, and choked when she felt her overfull pussy belch fat wads of chunky baby batter out of her pussy. It spilled down to the hay and she panted for breath while her gaping pussy steadily closed up to keep the rest.

"F-f-fuck stud…" she panted hotly, "That was… incredible."

Moku'un eased his dick out of the hole and sat down heavily on the stool. He panted for breath as he listened to the woman recover and gather her things, redressing in the stall. There was a rattle in the wall as an extra coin was pushed through the slot and fell into his coin cup.

"Tip for the load," she said, "Might be another in it for ya if an old lady can get a kiss from a young stud?"

Moku'un balked. The glory hole was wide enough he could fit his nose and chin through with ease. But there was no way she wouldn't realize just how young he was, right? Well she'd already paid and already been fucked. Maybe she'd just leave if she was freaked out? The horny orc boy decided to risk it.

The troll woman did indeed balk when half of a face presented itself at the glory hole. She'd expected thick tusks and perhaps a beard. What she got was a baby smooth chin, soft green lips and tusks that most definitely hadn't even properly grown in yet. How young was this stud? Had she just gotten her pussy bred by a little kid? She decided not to think on it too hard. Anonymous breeding was the whole point of these stalls after all. And she was pushing the rules even asking for something like a kiss anyway.

Leaning in she pressed her lips delicately to his. It was a soft, sweet smooch. One that the little orc deepend. His lips parted and his tongue playfully lapped at hers. The troll woman found herself surprised. But then immediately indulged. A groan came from her when she opened her mouth and her tongue engaged him in a long, wet, sloppy smooch. The pair traded hot saliva for a full two minutes before she finally pulled away with a wet slurp.

"Fuuuck stud…" she whispered, "You see me around, you hit me up you hear?" she told him hushedly, "Don't care how young ya are."

There was another rattle as an extra coin slid through the slot. The troll woman quickly departed, hastily making her way out of the stall. Moku'un licked his lips, savoring the taste of the stranger. That had been hot. He wondered how the other boys were doing.

--

Asmodai leaned back against the wall and breathed a sigh of satisfaction. This had been a good night so far. It had been too long since the demon prince had enjoyed bitches lining up for his cock. In Infernus there were always a few succubi or imps ready to service him. These last months spent on earth had been far less accommodating.

But tonight he had already pumped his loads into three women. And already he could hear the stall door creaking open to admit the next. Standing up on his stool he leaned against the door and hefted his meaty package of kidcock through the hole.

"Oh, hello in there hon," came a warm, motherly voice, "You uhm… you wouldn't happen to be one of them li'l studs that was at the bar earlier, wouldja?"

Asmodai's brow furrowed and he looked up at the overhead mirror. On the other side of the door stood a minotaur woman, thick bodied and wrapped in a rather threadbare looking bathrobe. A bit of moisture still clung to her short fur and her mane was bundled up in a towel between her horns.

She was a rather homely woman, by Asmodai's estimation. Her bovine features gave her a soft and dull look, but she wasn't exceptionally cute. A wide nose, floppy ears and dark brown eyes left her fairly unremarkable. But her body was something else. Asmodai liked his women thick, and this lady was as thick as they came.

The bathrobe she wore was doing a woefully inadequate job of containing her ample brown bosom. Massive udders threatened to split the garment apart at any moment with her slow, gentle breaths. The belt of the robe showed a lovely tuck of her waist, only for the garment to expand exponentially to drape over her enormous hips and positively gigantic ass. Her fat thighs slowly rubbed together while she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other, her tail flicking nervously behind her.

"Uh… who's askin'?" Asmodai asked, trying to sound like a man with a deep voice.

"Oh, well I'm Daisy-Mae," the minotaur woman answered softly, "I work down at Kurzol's. Was on shift and saw ya fast talkin' him inta lettin' ya work the stalls. But you're jus' a li'l tyke in there arentcha?"

Asmodai blinked in surprise. From her appearance he'd expected her to be stupid. But even if she had taken notice of the odd dealings down in the tavern, she didn't look like she was here to rat him out.

"So what if I am?" Asmodai asked, no longer attempting to disguise his voice.

"Well uhm…" the woman tapped her fingertips together, "Seems you're alright with breedin' ladies. Was hopin' ya'd be alright with li'l ole me. I jus' thought the lot of ya'll were real cute and… well I ain' never been with no li'l boy before."

Though the woman couldn't see Asmodai's face, his reaction was nonetheless obvious. The fat trunk of hot black kidmeat hanging through the hole immediately stiffened. Rapidly it rose while an angry roadmap of livid veins pulsed along the length. In no time at all the huge cuntwrecking kidcock was at full mast. A footlong slab of eleven-year-old fuckflesh standing at attention in front of her.

"Oh my!" the bovine woman 's hooves clopped with elation, "I guess that's my answer there."

"Seein' as you know my secret, guess we don't need this wall anymore," Asmodai pointed out.

"You'd be right 'bout that sugar," Daisy-Mae answered.

"Coins first, cow-tits," Asmodai snickered, "Still gonna make yer fat ass pay for it."

"Oh yer a li'l brat back there arntcha?" she giggled, clearly not at all put off by the boy's dominant attitude, "Well I sure don' mind splurgin' on a cute li'l stud like you. 'Specially if yer gonna put a dumpy ole lady like me in mah place."

The rattle of coins sliding through the slot alerted the demon to the fact that he'd received his payment. It took a bit of doing to slide his fully hard cock out of the hole. But once he was free, he unlatched the door and slid it aside. Stepping out into the dim light of the stall he now found himself looking up at the bovine woman.

Like all minotaur, she was big. Both tall and wide. At an easy six-and-a-half feet tall, she towered over Asmodai's own meager four feet and four inches. Up close Asmodai was fully aware of just how thick she was. Her hips were so wide that if he wrapped his arms around her, he'd just barely manage a handful of either of her fat ass cheeks. A fat, girthy belly bulged from beneath her huge bovine tits, each of which was easily twice the size of Asmodai's head.

"Damn yer a fat, sexy cow bitch," he grinned up at her.

"Oh you just have quite the mouth on you don't you li'l mister?" she giggled, "Mmm, I shouldn' like that should I?"

"Ya really shouldn't. Yer a filthy bitch, soakin' your leathery old cunt over a kid like me," Asmodai taunted, "Drop the robe n' towel. Lemme see ya good."

The minotaur mooed with rising lust as she pulled loose the tie of her robe. It slid from her shoulders and fell to the hay strewn floor. Her enormous udders bounced and jiggled, and Asmodai could hear her milk sloshing inside the enormous spheres. Firm pink nipples jutted out from her dark brown fur. A thick thatch of sable curls hid her pussy from view. Reaching up she pulled loose the towel atop her head and let a wild cascade of shaggy ringlets bounce free.

"Mmmph, fuck you're thick as hell ," Asmodai snickered, "Guess that means you can take a poundin'."

"Sure can li'l man," she winked down at him, "How ya want li'l ole me?"

"First I wanna see you be a good bitch," the eleven-year-old grinned, "Squat down for me. Hands behind your head. And open that cocksleeve ya call a mouth."

The woman shivered with submissive glee. Taking a step forward Daisy-Mae raised her hands and clasped them behind her head. She exposed her fuzzy armpits and left her gigantic udders hanging lewdly from her chest. The bovine woman spread her knees and slid her hooves together, and then squatted down in front of the cute demon boy. Opening her muzzle the homely woman stuck out her wide bovine tongue, her nostrils flaring as she gave another low moo in the back of her throat.

"Damn you take orders good," the little black brat snickered.

With a swing of his palm he slapped one of her bloated fat udders. Daisy-Mae mooed with alarm and pleasure at the strike. Asmodai swiftly gave her another hard slap to her other teat. The woman's deep brown eyes rolled a little and she moaned as drool dripped from the tip of her tongue. Asmodai slapped her tits again, enjoying the jiggle of the fat udders and the audible slosh of milk within. The next blow made her nipples spurt, spraying fresh creamy milk all over the brat boy's thighs and cock.

"Dairy bitch huh?" he teased.

"Uhh huuuh," she answered, still keeping her mouth open.

"Obedient too," he snickered, "Better reward ya for that."

Gripping the slut by both of her horns, he yanked her head forward and slammed his big black cock into her open muzzle. Daisy-Mae produced a gurgled moo as Asmodai forced his fuckpole straight into her throat. Her eyes watered as she looked up at him, but never shifted from her squat or moved her hands from behind her head.

"Ungh, choke on it cow bitch," he grinned at her.

His hips lunged forward and forced fat veiny inches of hot black boydick deeper into her throat. Daisy-Mae spluttered and gagged, but opened her mouth wider to let him abuse her as he pleased. His grip tightened on her horns and the little boy aggressively face fucked the adult woman. Bracing his feet he slammed his dick into her mouth over and over, huffing and grunting with pleasure. Thick rivulets of her drool slid down his shaft, dripping from his balls. The cow woman retched and choked, gagging fervently around his fuckmeat.

Hot ropes of blowslop spilled from her lips and splattered on her heaving udders. Her shoulders shuddered and her eyes watered as Asmodai fucked her throat with reckless abandon. The thick sound of her retching and choking echoed well outside the stall, making it all too obvious that the poor woman was getting a vicious facefucking. At last Asmodai released her horns and dragged his cock free of her drooling muzzle.

"Mmm fuuuck, that's a good beef bitch," he snickered, "Yer nothin' but a thirsty pedo-whore aintcha?"

"Ah am," she drawled deliriously, slurping and coughing as she willed her roughed up throat to speak, "Ah really am. Was droolin' over you n' yer li'l friends soon as ya walked in. Jus' couldn' help mah self."

Asmodai slapped her hard across the face. The plain woman honked with mild alarm and then gave a shivering moan through her nose. She looked up at him and licked her lips and then opened her mouth to offer him her throat again.

"Hehe, that's what I like to see," the demon brat grinned, "I'd wreck yer fat sexy body a hell of a lot more. But gotta fuck as many bitches as I can tonight. So we'd best get to the breeding."

"Oh yes, yes li'l man," Daisy-Mae nodded eagerly, "Ah'll admit, I been savin' up to get a calf put in mah belly. It'd be so good to get my pedo-bitch pussy knocked up by a li'l tyke like you!"

"Then get on your back, kid lover," Asmodai snickered as he raised a foot and pressed it to her fat belly, "Gonna pound you into the hay and knock you up good."

The little brat firmly kicked her backward, and Daisy-Mae honked with alarm as she was sent sprawling into the hay. Laying on her back gravity dragged her fat, milk-filled udders to either side of her body, making them sag both left and right. Shivering with lust the bovine woman's hands slid to her thighs and gripped her own legs just beneath her knees. She spread herself wide, showing off her sopping wet cow cunt.

"Pump me hard as ya like li'l man," she mooed up at him, "I cin take it. Fuck me full of your little boy cumwad. I wanna get pregnant from your black kiddie dick!"

"Nasty slut," Asmodai laughed as he stepped up to the cow woman on her back, "No wonder ya ain' got yerself a proper man."

The minotaur gave a wounded moo of lust, and Asmodai laughed cruelly. Slapping his fat black kidcock right down on her pussy, he rubbed the girthy fuckpole back and forth across her juicy muff. The fat head spilled a sloppy dollop of steaming pre-nut out of his fuckpole. It slid over the short brown fur of her fat belly and Daisy-Mae mooed with pleasure as the musk settled into her fur. Asmodai lined the broad black crown of his foot-long kiddie cock up with her dripping cunt. And then brutally slammed it inside.

"Mrrroooouuuh!" Daisy-Mae's moo was a scream as she was suddenly impaled.

Asmodai had only managed to jam half of his eleven-year-old bitchbreaker into her dripping fuckhole. His small hands pressed to her fat thighs and the little brat spread his feet. His tail flicked and lashed behind him, then he slammed his hips forward again. A hot gasp escaped his lips when he sank his heavily pierced, brutal boydick into her body. Even her fat belly showed the bulge where his cockhead was crushing her womb up between her lungs. Another bovine shriek came from Daisy-Mae as her eyes bulged and her tongue lolled.

"Y-yeeeeesssh!" she drawled helplessly, "Uuungh… j-jus' like a b-bull!"

"Oh I'm better n' any bull you'll ever get, pedo-bitch," Asmodai grinned, "Lemme show ya."

His hands greedily grabbed for her huge milky tits. Small fingers roughly groped and squeezed her fat udders, making her waste her milk in creamy sprays from her bloated nipples. He leaned fully over her, pushing her big body down into a full mating press. Her hooves were left pointed to the ceiling, her thick figure balled up beneath her much smaller partner as Asmodai fucked her into the floor.

"Hruuuh! Mmuuuh! Hmmoooh!" the tavern wench bellowed and mooed.

Asmodai fucked her mercilessly. The wet slurp of his massive fuckslab dragging out of her, pussy only to slam back in, echoed through the stall. He leaned forward and latched his lips onto one of her udders, and groaned when he got a mouthful of warm milk. His cock flexed and bucked deep in her pussy as his balls loudly slapped her ass, the huge cumtanks sloshing and jiggling with the enormous load of kidjizz they contained.

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

The rough slap and smack of rough kiddy breeding echoed through the stall. Daisy-Mae held her thighs wide for him the whole time. The slutty cow woman mooed with wild abandon, eager to let anyone listening know that she was getting the life railed out of her. Asmodai picked up speed, plapping his boydick into her with reckless abandon. The veiny slab of kiddie fuckmeat slurped loudly and nastily in and out of her cunt, a thick froth of her excited juices coating his big black cock.

"Ungh, gunna nut in ya quick," Asmodai huffed, "The first time anyway."

"F-first time!?" Daisy-Mae exclaimed.

Asmodai didn't bother to elaborate. Because the event itself was right around the corner. The horny boy was so worked up abusing and humiliating the poor woman, he wasn't going to last long at all. His bloated black balls surged and tightened to the base of his massive fucklog and then suddenly his whole cock surged and flexed.

"F-fuuuuck yeeeeah !" Asmodai exclaimed loudly.

His hips pushed down hard over her, and he huffed and moaned as he started cumming balls deep in her pussy. Daisy-Mae's honked scream turned even more alarmed as a scalding wave of underage cocksnot blasted straight through her cervix. Her back arched and she produced a bovine screech of pain and pleasure as the heat came as an awful yet lurid surprise. And there was so much of it !

" Hhmmmooooooooooo! " the bovine woman bellowed with orgasm.

Asmodai held his hips flush to hers while he unloaded his bloated nuts into her body. Over and over his huge black kidcock lurched inside her, forcing hot gouts of thick demon jizz into her trembling frame. Brutally he slapped and beat her fat wobbling udders, abusing her gleefully as he held her down and roughly impregnated her.

"Uuuh fuuuck that's good," the boy moaned, "Mnn… don' move. I ain' done with your fat ass."

"W-wha… huuuh… why's it s-so hot !?" the woman squeaked with a shivering whimper.

"Cause I'm a fucking demon you stupid pedowhore!" Asmodai grinned, his eyes flashing with wicked red light.

A frightened gasp came from the woman as she realized precisely what he was. She certainly hadn't been sure, and had been too horny to ask too many questions. But now she saw the truth in his eyes. And it both scared and aroused her.

"Now shuddup and lemme make sure ya got a demon baby in that fat belly," Asmodai grinned.

His hands moved to grip her ankles just beneath her hooves. He bent her fat body into a mating press . And then his little body set to fucking her hard again. The horny little stud dragged his foot-long cock almost all the way out of her pussy. And then slammed the whole damn thing in with punishing force. A wet meaty slap came from the impact of their hips and Daisy-Mae moaned and whimpered from the force of the blow to her womb.

"U-uuuuhhn!" she groaned, "S-so fuckin' d-eeep!"

Asmodai slammed his cockhead against her cervix again, bruising the scalded muscle with his bloated black cock head. His tail lashed for extra torque, allowing him to brutalize her depths harder and faster. The loud beating of her womb was audible through her flesh, and the cow woman screeched and screamed with elated agony as she quaked beneath the horny demon stud. A steaming froth of his cum was being forced back out of her cunt by every savage thrust. Sheets of fuckslop spilled down her ass to steam in the hay beneath them.

Slop!-plap!-whap!-smack!-plop!-slap!-plap!-slop!-plorp!-smack!-plap!-plop!-slap!

Every thrust into her pussy stroked the big black fuckpole and made him spurt more pre-nut into her willing pussy. Daisy-Mae's eyes rolled with every hot splatter of sticky kidjizz the boy spewed inside her. It was a never ending flow. A repeated searing of that hellish heat deep inside her body.

"Ah-ah'm cummin'!" she cried out, "Ah'm cummin' on yer caaaawk!"

"I don't give a fuck!" Asmodai snapped at her.

He proved his point as he thrust harder when she got tighter. The bovine woman spasmed beneath him, shaking and bucking as though overcome by a seizure. Her slick cunt tightened considerably. Asmodai beat his way through her clenching walls with raw force. The slap of his balls against her ass was louder and sloppier when her cunt squirted around his cock. Pussy juice dripped from his fat nuts as he never broke pace or stride.

"Uuungh here comes the next one pedoslut!" Asmodai groaned over her, "Get that womb ready!"

"Ah gawdess!" the minotaur squeaked, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, "G-gunna kill me! Y-yer cawk's gunna-!"

Her voice was suddenly stolen by the boy dropping all of his weight onto her and forcing his fuckslab deep into her body. Her taut cervix at last gave way, and peeled back his foreskin as his bloated black cockhead breached her womb . The wide head smacked hard into the far wall of her uterus, and the demon boy groaned as he unloaded his cumtanks into her open womb.

" Rrrrnnnnnnngh! " Asmodai growled as he unloaded in her pedo-pussy.

A fresh flood of too-hot underage jizz erupted inside her. Daisy-Mae thrashed, her vocal chords so tight no sound came forth when she tried to scream. She had never imagined such a sensation before. Such unbearable heat. Such an impossible violation. Such incredible pleasure .

" Aaaaannngggggggghhhhh!! " Daisy-Mae screamed her lungs out.

Again her pussy squirted around his dick, soaking the little boy's slim abdomen and fat nuts with her liquid lust. His cock lurched in her belly and her hands clutched at her fat tummy as she choked from the growing pressure. With his cockhead lodged in her womb, there was no escape for his cum this time. Instead it all stayed inside her. Along with the heavy load he'd already spurted into her body.

Glorp! Plorp! Slorp! Glorp! Plorp! Slorp! Glorp!

The sound of his nutsludge filling her uterus was audible from outside her body! Her broad belly expanded and her womb inflated. Feverish heat radiated from her tummy while she drooled and gagged helplessly from the intensity of the pressure. Her eyes rolled wildly in her head as panic overcame her. She was still cumming, and so was he! Her heart surely couldn't take it! Any more and she'd…

Asmodai yanked his hips back with a husky grunt. A loud wet slurp issued from her pussy as the footlong slab of underage fuckflesh pulled free of her pussy. The boy gripped his huge black cock with both hands and roughly pumped the pulsing fuckslab. Steaming ropes of hot kidcum spewed all over Daisy-Mae, slapping her tits and bloated belly with boiling ballslop. The thick, musky stench of stinky boynut filled the stall as steamy cocksnot sloppily spilled off her body, rolling in sheets and ribbons through her short fur. The minotaur knew the stink of boyjizz would linger in her fur for days. And she couldn't have been happier.

The horny woman flopped helplessly on the hay, losing her perfect posture to simply lay uselessly on the floor of the stall. Her overfull pussy loudly queefed frothing fuckslop onto the hay beneath her. At last she was able to tighten up enough that the flow ended. But the poor heifer was still left looking some six months pregnant. Her hands slowly rubbed her cum coated tummy while she gave a drunken moan and a soft whimper.

"N-nevah… b-been fucked… that hard b'fore…" she drawled, still struggling to get her tongue back under control.

"Don't meet many bitches that can take a fucking like that," Asmodai smirked down at her, "Really made me unload my nuts Daisy-Mae."

The woman gave a drunken, giddy giggle as she rolled over and struggled to her hooves. Asmodai made no effort to help her and instead turned back to his closet. He'd have to prepare for the next customer if he wanted to make sure he earned enough money tonight. As he cast a glance back toward the chubby minotaur picking herself up off the floor a wicked idea slipped through his mind.

"Hey Daisy," he addressed her, "You said you work at the tavern? Serving wench or maid or some such?"

"Oh, I do any ole thing Kurzol needs me t' do," she answered as she slipped her robe back over her shoulders, "Cleanin', cookin', bar tendin', servin'. Anythin'."

"You ever hear of a place called Castle Shota?" he asked.

"I reckon I have," she nodded, "Not too terrible far from here neither."

"Well if you're ever in the mood for some more kid cock, swing on by and ask for Asmodai," the demon boy grinned, "My friends and I live there. And uh… we might come up with a reason to keep you around where you can get all the kiddie dickings you want."

The minotaur's eyes widened while she contemplated that lurid possibility. Her weight shifted from hoof to hoof as she pushed her frizzy mane out of her eyes and gave him a shy yet very eager nod.

"I sure will do that li'l man," she smiled, "Maybe I'll see ya soon."

"Lookin' forward to it, fat ass," Asmodai grinned.

With that, Daisy-Mae slipped out of the stall and Asmodai slid back into his closet. That had been a fun one. He could only wonder who or what else might stumble into his stall before this night was over.

--

The sounds of sucking and fucking echoed from the nearby stalls as Kotaro sat on his stool. His legs dangled off the end, waggling back and forth as he tried not to pout. Nearly an hour had passed and so far no one had come into his stall. It sounded like the other boys had been really busy though. The noises coming from next door were absolutely filthy. And they had made him really hard. With a soft sigh, the little boy reached down to wrap his fingers around his massive crimson fuckpole.

And then something caught his eye. In the hay at the base of his stool, something caught the meager bit of light reflected from the mirror above his head. Carefully the little oni leaned forward and nudged the hay aside with his toe. He blinked as something bright and silver glimmered back up at him. Carefully he leaned down and plucked the item from the floor and held it up to get a better look.

It was a hair comb. Made of tarnished silver with three gold lotuses attached to it. Kotaro turned it over and blinked when he discovered three kanji etched into the silver on the opposite side of the comb.

"Ka… ga… mi?" he read aloud.

The temperature in the stall abruptly dropped, and a chuff of steam escaped Kotaro's lips into the suddenly chilly air. The little oni shivered and blinked as the lantern flame outside his door guttered and died. More than a little spooked, Kotaro reached for the handle of his stall door and tried to open it. Only to find it wouldn't budge. The little ninja looked up and contemplated scrambling through the small opening at the top of the door. And that was when he realized he wasn't alone in the stall.

In the mirror, there was someone behind him.

"Eep!" Kotaro squeaked as he spun around to face the figure.

He was staring at a ghost. She was a tall woman, her limbs unnaturally stretched and thin. She stood almost seven feet tall, her head canted at a broken angle due to the fact that the roof of the stall was too low to accommodate her height. She wore a pure white yukata that was stained with swaths and splashes of bright red blood. A ragged gash through her throat proved that a blade had nearly beheaded her when she died. Her skin was paper white, and a voluminous veil of silky black hair poured over her shoulders and down her back. Thick bangs hid her eyes from view, leaving her elegant nose and thick, black lips visible.

Despite her too-long legs and arms, Kotaro couldn't help noting her luscious figure. Breasts that were twice the size of his cute head bulged the chest of her yukata, made all the more evident by the obi sash tied tightly around her too-thin waist. Her hips belled out wide, so vast his little arms couldn't have possibly fit around them. And even if they had, her enormous globes of assflesh beneath her yukata would have prevented his hands from touching.

"Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaah…." came a rattling hiss from her thick, parted lips.

Kotaro gulped hard. The woman was terrifying and beautiful at the same time. There were plenty of things that frightened the little ninja. But ghosts weren't one of them. His mother had long ago taught him about such spirits. Souls that had met unkind ends. They could be dangerous when angered. But the truth was, they needed help. Help to pass on from this world to the afterlife. His mother had taught him that if he ever met a ghost, he should reach out to them and offer aid, rather than run in fear.

"Kagami…?" Kotaro asked, holding up the hair comb, "Is that… is this you?"

"Ka… ga… mi…" she spoke, and it was clear that her vocal chords were ruined by the horrible whistling rasp of her voice, "I… Ka…ga… mi…"

"Kagami-san…" the little oni inquired gently, "Can I… help you?"

"Help… me…?" she hissed suspiciously.

"Y-yes…" he replied nervously, "Kaa-san says that spirits should be honored. And helped. Can I help you?"

Kagami glared at the boy for a long moment. Kotaro gasped as he felt tickles across his skin. Her black hair slithered over his body like prehensile tentacles. Silken strands of raven hair wound around his arms, over his shoulders and around his neck. He shivered as it spilled under his clothes, as if wrapping his body in a cocoon of her hair.

"Kagami-san… p-please…?" Kotaro squeaked with rising fear.

The suspicion faded from Kagami's gaze and her cold gaze softened. She leaned in close, and slowly sniffed him twice. Finally she met this gaze again and gave a cold, quiet whisper.

"L-L-L… Love…. Me…" she whispered ominously.

"Love you?" Kotaro blinked in confusion.

Something wet struck his tunic and the boy looked down. He touched a finger to the spot and lifted it, feeling the wetness. His eyes followed the streak on her cheek to the glimmer beneath her eye. Slowly he reached up, and wiped a second tear from her face. She was crying. Kagami was crying. A soft, echoing whimper came from her as more tears slipped down her face.

"Betrayed…" she whispered brokenly, "Husband… killed me… left with… new wife. No love… no peace… silence… cold… sorrow…"

"And… and you want someone to… love you?" Kotaro asked carefully.

"L-love…. Love meeeee…." her ghostly wail compounded and echoed in the stall, bouncing back and forth with ghostly weeping moans.

Kotaro swallowed hard and licked his lips. There was only one thing that immediately came to his mind. And so he acted on it. Shutting his eyes tight he flung his arms up around her neck and hugged her as tight as he could. Kagami hissed with an almost violent reaction at first. But then stopped, when she felt the warmth of the boy's body against hers.

The ghost woman relaxed, and slowly buried her face against his little shoulder. Slowly her long spindly arms wrapped around him and hugged him in return. Kotaro felt more cold tears soak the cloth of his tunic while she wept without restraint. Warbling sobs and ghostly sniffles were muffled into his shoulder. Kotaro felt her lean against him, her fingers curling in the fabric of his tunic. The woman sobbed brokenly against the little boy while Kotaro held her and patted her back.

Eventually her tears subsided, and her echoing whimpers abated. Slowly she lifted her head, her cold cheek brushing against his warm one. The ghost's cold dead gaze met his for a brief moment, and in the grief-stricken depths Kotaro thought he saw gratitude. And then surprise. Her gaze dropped down and she stared directly between his legs.

"Oh… uh… r-right…" Kotaro stammered in embarrassment, "I can… explain."

A rock hard pillar of ten-year-old kidcock pressed against the ghost's abdomen. Slowly it twitched and throbbed with livid heat, the bulbous head straining against his tight foreskin. The smooth crimson shaft bucked and bobbed, displaying its full titanic dimensions and prodigious weight against the voluptuous ghost woman.

"But… you… child?" Kagami rasped in confusion.

"Uhm… I was… I was just getting ready for my job… before I found your comb," Kotaro tried to explain, "And your boobs are just… really big. So when they pressed on me I uhm…"

Kagami lifted a long finger and gently pressed it to Kotaro's lips. The little oni boy fell silent as the ghost woman lowered her other hand slowly down his abdomen. Her fingernails slowly raked down his tunic, until they fell to his crotch. There her blackened fingertips graced the root of his enormous ten-inch ogre cock. Slowly she wrapped her cold digits around the base, and elicited a whimper of confused pleasure from the little boy. Experimentally Kagami squeezed his massive fucktool. Tugged and pumped it, with the practiced grip of a married woman. Slowly she ran her cold hand up the full length of his enormous kiddy cock, feeling him throb, pulse and twitch in her grip.

"Nnnn… K-Kagami-saaan…" he shivered.

The ghost steadily handjobbed the little boy, jerking him off slowly like a devoted wife. Kotaro whined and shuddered as she played with his fuckmeat, until at last his foreskin covered tip flexed and spilled hot pre-cum all over the paper-white skin of her wrist. Kagami lifted her arm to her nose and sniffed his cockslop experimentally, then slowly rolled her tongue through the mess. Her cold glowing pupils dilated immediately, and the taste of his seed at last drew warmth to her undead flesh.

"Boy…" she hissed at him, "Name?" she demanded raspily.

"K-Kotaro," he introduced himself, "I'm… Kotaro."

"Ko… taro… kuuuun," she whispered.

Her hair around his body suddenly tightened. The little oni squeaked as coils of raven silk poured over his body, her tresses fully prehensile. His tunic was roughly stripped from his body and he squeaked when her hair lifted him off his feet. His back was firmly pushed against the door as his naked body was partially cocooned in her hair. Thick strands of hair wound around his arms, legs and waist as he was held aloft in front of the unnaturally tall ghost woman.

Kagami moved forward and planted her palms on the wall to either side of his body. As if she was completely defying gravity she climbed onto the wall, kneeling over him as easily as if his back was pressed to the floor and she was straddling him. Her blackened fingers found his little red ones and she slowly pressed the silver comb into his palm.

"Kotaro-kun… handsome…" her ragged voice rasped and echoed over him, "Kind… big ," she emphasized as her thigh pushed against the fat log of red oni dick between his legs, "Bigger… than… husband was…"

Kotaro shuddered and moaned. He was both afraid and aroused at the same time. Her praise at being better endowed than her previous husband made his cock twitch and leak. His fat cockhead spat sloppy pre-nut all over her yukata but Kagami showed no signs of caring. The ghost woman leaned in, and nuzzled his face both affectionately and possessively. Her leg continued to firmly rub against his cock, letting him grind his huge boydick against her thick thigh through the silk of her yukata.

"Kotaro-kun…" she purred to him through her layered, rasping tones, "Kotaro-kun… love Kagami?"

"I-I think I could… if you want," Kotaro nodded.

"Then…Kotaro… new husband?" she asked hopefully.

"Uh… y-yes," Kotaro nodded quickly, "And Kagami-san… wife."

The ghost woman produced a keening sound of delight. Both of her hands lifted to cup his face between her palms. She turned his adorable face up to hers as her baleful eyes glowed down ominously upon him.

"Then… now we… mate…" she rasped.

A ghostly moan rippled through the room. One not of torment but of lust . She crushed her fat, juicy lips to his and kissed the cute little kid. The lock of lips was entirely inappropriate for an adult woman and a child. Her thick lips pushed his open and her tongue snaked into his mouth. The inhuman appendage was unnaturally long and extremely slick. Kotaro moaned and his eyes rolled back in his head as her tongue filled his little mouth. He was being kissed obscenely hard and deep, the slick length of flesh coiled in his cheeks and wrapped around his own tongue. He thought he'd be disgusted by the kiss of a dead woman. Instead she tasted sweet, and she smelled of lotus flowers. He moaned helplessly as he tried to kiss her back, and ended up lustfully sucking on her thick tongue.

Kagami gave a grateful groan, the spectral noise bouncing off the walls of the stall. Her voluptuous body shivered as her yukata rustled as if in an unseen wind. The obi sash about her waist unraveled and her garment peeled away. Fine silk and thread spooled away from her paper white flesh to reveal her body in all its naked glory.

To call her milfy would have been an understatement. She bore wide childbearing hips, and an ass heavy with ample matronly fat. Her tits were enormous and once freed from the yukata they were even bigger. Kotaro now realized that each massive mammary was easily three times the size of his own little head. And he was currently smothering in her heavy mounds of titflesh. Her fat cow tits pushed over his little face as she curled an arm around his neck and hugged him to her chest.

"Ko… taaaarrooo-kuuuun…." she rasped with obsessive heat, "Huusssbaaaand…" the ghost woman hissed.

Kagami spread her fat thighs, bracing her knees against the stall door to either side of Kotaro. The oni boy muffled his moan into Kagami's tits when he felt a cool, dripping slit push against the head of his rock hard fuckmeat. She sank her fingernails into the wood above his head, her hair keeping him pinned to the door while she pushed her wide hips toward him.

"Mmmmgnh!" the oni boy moaned.

Kotaro's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt her cunt devour his cock. The loud, nasty slurp of her pussy being stretched by his fat fuckmeat echoed through the stall. Kagami tilted her head back, her eyes shrouded by her raven bangs as her tongue lolled from her mouth. A rattling moan of lust and pleasure spilled from the slash in her throat while she pushed her pussy onto his cock. Even though her body was cold, she was tight and juicy and Kotaro's boycock slid slowly into her gripping fuckhole.

"Rraaah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Kagami rasped with ephemeral pleasure.

He was positively drowning in ghostly tit-flesh. But he couldn't have been happier about it. His little mouth opened and he managed to slurp one of her thick, blackened nipples into his mouth. Kagami gasped when she felt his little lips and tongue latch onto her enormous breast. The fat mound of titflesh jiggled while the boy aggressively slurped and suckled on it, giving into his lust for her huge tits.

"Mnn… Kagami… n-not mother…" she gasped and rattled, her voice echoing eerily with every syllable, "N-no… milk for… husband…"

"Mnnnnn!" Kotaro moaned again.

It was clear he didn't care, and only suckled on her fat teats harder. Kagami's pussy clenched around his twitching boybeef, stranglingly tight around his enormous kid dick. His big red fucktool flexed and spat a thick wad of pre-nut deep into her pussy. The hot cream helped warm up her insides, and Kagami shrieked with pleasure at feeling that livid heat spurt inside her.

"Husband… m-messy," she moaned.

The ogre boy groaned and bucked his hips. Kagami gasped as his fat fuckslab suddenly lurched up into her pussy. He was leaking so much and he was so hard! The ghost woman had never experienced anything like this in life. This was nothing like sex with her previous husband. Her cunt was being stretched to the limits. He was so fucking deep! And yet there was still more of his huge throbbing red boypole to take. Again his cock flexed and he spilled more pre-nut inside her, the living heat making her moan again.

"H-hussssbaaand… mate moooore…" she concluded, "Kagami… not stop… be good wife… satisfy… Kotaro-kuuuun…"

The undead specter grit her teeth, a rattling wail of ghostly aggression coming forth. Kotaro shivered and whimpered with concern. Until she suddenly slammed her hips into his pelvis. The door of the stall shuddered from the force as she abruptly forced her pussy to take every inch of his oversized fuckmeat. The full ten inches of his enormous shotacock was suddenly inside her. Kagami produced a vibrating chorus of ghostly shrieks and wails as his cockhead punched her cervix.

"Gaaaaaagh!" the ghost woman gagged.

With her hair still holding him immobilized against the door, Kotaro couldn't grab her or hold onto her. All the ten-year-old boy could do was lay there and be fucked by his new wife. Kagami hissed and trembled, squeezing and clenching so tightly around his fuckpole it felt like she was going to crush his dick. Her paper-pale flesh jiggled and bounced with every tremble that rocked her voluptuous body.

"S-so big… d-deep…" Kagami moaned, "F-first husband… never this… deep. Kotaro-kun… b-better… bigger …!"

The ten-year-old couldn't help an aroused moan at her praising him over her old husband. His big red ogredick flexed and throbbed inside her as Kagami lifted her hips slowly. The loud slurp of her gripping cunt sliding up his smooth red fuckpole was audible from outside the stall. Then with another aggressive ghostly rattle, she slammed her hips back onto him. Kotaro's huge underage fuckslab disappeared inside her again and the boy moaned when he felt her cervix smooch his cockhead. Again his cock spat a sloppy pour of creamy pre-jizz inside her, and her ghostly cunt desperately milked him for more.

"K-Kotaro-kuuuuun…" her voice whispered and hissed, "So big… going to make… Kagami… cuuuum!"

The boy trembled between her and the door as he felt her clenching intensify. She was already tight, now she was crushing. Her pussy was strangling his cock as she desperately slamfucked him into the door. The ghost woman moaned, rattled and hissed as she fucked his huge fuckpole so hard it felt like she was trying to break the door with the force of their fucking.

Wham!-plap!-bam!-whunk!-slap!-smack!-thunk!-wham!-slap!-whunk!-palp!

Suddenly she dropped her hips and swallowed his boycock deep into her cunt again. Kotaro's eyes rolled back when he felt her womb consume his cockhead. Her cervix peeled back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive crimson crown. The thick rounded knobs across his glans locked his stupidly thick fucktool inside her womb. The boy trembled and moaned. It felt like he was getting a blowjob from her womb while being fucked by her pussy. It was way too much for him to endure any longer. With a muffled squeal he bucked his hips and started cumming.

" Mmmmmmmmgh!!! " the oni boy moaned into her fat pale tits.

Kagami gagged, a sound which turned into a terrifying spectral shriek that tore from her slashed vocal chords. Kotaro's bloated red boyballs pulled up tight to the base of his fuckpole. The huge breeding tool pulsed and a hot blast of underage ballslop spewed into Kagami's womb. The ghost trembled and quaked as she followed him into orgasm, cumming harder than she ever had during her living days. Her wide hips and fat ass rolled over his lap while she drenched his cock and balls. Meanwhile he filled her womb.

The ghost woman's body bloated swiftly, her stomach swelling outward as he inflated her womb with his cum. Her unliving frame trembled and shook with every gout of jizz that was being forced into her womb. If she was still alive, Kagami was certain she'd have been knocked up on the first shot. The idea of her ten-year-old husband impregnating her on their wedding night only made the ghost woman cum harder .

But even as she started to come down from the heights of her climax, she was alarmed to find that her new husband wasn't done with her. Even after nutting balls deep in her womb, he was still rock hard. And he was already thrusting again. His hips bucked up to her, struggling against the volumes of hair that held him pinned to the door. Kagami released a choked rattle and her eyes widened behind her veil of hair.

"H-husband…?" she rasped at him, "K-Kagami is… already full…!"

But that wasn't stopping the little oni. Ogreish strength surged through the shota's limbs as he clenched his fists and flexed his wiry little arms. He struggled against the binding hair until he ripped his limbs free and then snapped them tightly around her waist. Kagami released an alarmed, ghostly hiss and turned her face down upon Kotaro. And this time it was the ghost's turn to be afraid.

Her hollow gaze met the eyes of a monster. The little oni glared up at her with blazing red lust. His slim arms gripped her tightly, holding her cold, undead body in place. He braced his feet against the door and then forced his hips up again . Kagami's head snapped back, a hiss escaping her throat gash when she felt his cockhead punch the back wall of her uterus. Kotaro's bloated balls sloshed with a fresh load of kiddy cum as they slapped her fat, pale ass.

"K-ko-kotaro-kuuuuuun…!" she wailed, "P-p-pervert husbaaaand… b-b-bad boooooy…!"

But Kotaro wasn't listening. The usually sweet little ninja was in a rutting frenzy. He'd spent so long listening to the sounds of his friends fucking that his balls were still full of pent-up baby batter. And he was about to fuck it all into Kagami. The loud, sloppy sound of the ghost's pussy getting wrecked mixed with the nasty slaps of her ass-cheeks clapping every time he thrust into her. His huge fucklog abusively slammed in and out of her cervix over and over again.

Smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack -smack!-smack!-smack -smack!-smack!-smack!

Never in all her existence had Kagami even imagined being wombfucked . Yet now her thicc sexy body was being subjected to exactly that. Her little boy husband was fucking her womb, slamming his fuckpole into it over and over again as hard as he could. Her ass cheeks rippled, bounced and wobbled with the force of her new husband's thrusts. His huge red boycock pounded her pussy without mercy until suddenly the enormous fuckpole trembled and pulsed again.

"Mrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnh! " Kotaro moaned.

"Yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! " Kagami's ghostly scream ripped through the stables.

The yurei shrieked when the little boy nut in her pussy again. Her belly expanded further as he bloated her womb with another stupidly huge load of cocksnot. Hyper virile shota cum packed into her already too-full uterus, making the ghost woman's tongue lash, loll and droll. She trembled, hissed and rattled as she shook over her little husband. His wiry young arms held her tightly in place, making her helpless to be anything other than his newly wedded cumdumpster. His huge red cumtanks pumped a seemingly unending stream of underage nutbutter into her overfilled womb, making her look like she was nine months pregnant with his child.

"Haaah… haaah… haaaaah…," Kotaro panted breathlessly.

Finally he seemed to be finished. Kagami rattled and hissed, her nails raking across the wood of the door. There was a long, wet slurp as Kotaro dragged his boydick out of her cunt. A thick spill of fuckslop fell from her cunt and his cock, splashing into the hay on the floor. Kagami released ragged, ghostly gasps while she hissed and rattled at the boy. Kotaro's eyes cleared, the red lusty haze easing away as he loosened his grip on her. Kagami had never been fucked so hard or deep in her life. Now she was certain she was absolutely in love with her new little husband.

"K-kotaro-kuuun…" she moaned, "S-s-so much… cuuuum. Kagami… so full…"

"Nnn… s-sorry…" Kotaro apologized, "I… got a little carried a-mmmn!"

His apology was cut short when Kagami craned her broken neck down and mashed her mouth to his again. The ghost woman treated the ten-year-old boy to another long, hot, sloppy kiss. Thick ropes of their combined drool spilled from their lips as she mouthfucked the cute little oni with he tongue. Kotaro only moaned helplessly, letting his new wife kiss him as passionately and messily as she wanted. Finally Kagami finished expressing her lovestruck lust for the little boy and dragged her long, slimy tongue out of his mouth.

"Kotaro-kuuuuun…" she hissed, "Keep comb… Kagami… go with you…"

"O-okay…" he nodded breathlessly.

Slowly Kagami's hair lowered him back to his feet and helped the shaky little shota sit back down on his stool. The ghost woman craned her head unnaturally while she watched her husband catch his breath. Kotaro licked his lips with a shaky little moan before suddenly something occurred to him.

"Oh!" he blinked, "I was supposed to make money!"

"Mon-eeeey?" Kagami asked.

"Y-yeah…" he nodded, "I was supposed to uhm… let ladies have sex with my dick. And they would give me money."

Kagami produced a thoughtful rattle, and then crawled unnaturally on the wall. She spider-climbed down from her perch to kneel on the floor in front of Kotaro. When she wasn't contorting her limbs freakishly, one might have actually mistaken her for a traditional house wife. Albeit a sweaty, naked and seemingly very pregnant one. She rested a hand on her cumbloated belly and stroked her fingers through her impossibly long hair. A metallic rattle accompanied the motion and she produced a handful of gold coins from her raven tresses, which she presented to Kotaro.

"Husband… need… money?" she offered.

"W-where did that come from?" Kotaro blinked.

"Kagami… wealthy family… once…" she said, "Old husband… marry for wealth. Steal some when… kill Kagami. But… not all. Can give more to Kotaro-kuuuun…"

Kotaro nodded with understanding. Given her fancy yukata and silver hair comb, it only made sense that she came from wealth. He blinked at the pile of coins hesitantly, which Kagami took for a lack of acceptance. She combed her other hand through her hair, producing a fresh palmful of gold, which she offered as well.

"Kotaro-kun… want… more?" Kagami asked, "Kagami give… make Kotaro-kuun happy… Kotaro-kun… not leave Kagami…?"

The little oni gave her a sweaty smile and reached forward. He took his hands in hers and gave her a little nod.

"Don't worry," Kotaro smiled, "Kotaro will not leave Kagami-chan, no matter what."

The ghost woman felt her unliving heart suddenly beat. Just once, but a definite pulse shuddered through her dead veins. The brief blossom of heat made her shiver. As did the gentle kiss that Kotaro pressed to her forehead. Her old husband had never been so sweet and tender with her.

"Thank you so much Kagami-chan," Kotaro grinned, "This will definitely be enough!"

As the little ninja reclothed himself, Kagami found herself watching his every move. He picked up her comb and tucked it into his gi, and the ghost woman faded from sight. Yet still she was with him, an unseen spirit ready to follow him wherever he went. Kagami had found the one thing she'd never felt in life. She was finally loved.

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"Lessee, that's nine customers for the 'goblin'," Kurzol counted, "With tips, comes out t' thirty-six gold."

The wee hours before dawn had arrived, and the boys stood back in the tavern. The big blue troll who owned the place sat behind the bar, a pair of spectacles on his long nose and the boy's coin cups upended before him. His fingers sorted the coins to and fro as he took a tally in a ledger with an ink pen.

"Whoo!" Moku'un pumped his fist.

"Good job!" Thora whispered to him and gave him an elbow nudge.

"Looks like eight fer the 'imp'," Kurzol nodded, "That'll be thirty-two gold."

"Eight!?" Asmodai blinked, "How'd you bang more n' me?" he demanded of Moku'un.

"And for the 'efreet'," Kurzol paused with confusion, "... hang on kid. How'd you make forty-four gold offa only one customer."

"Forty four!?" Moku'un and Asmodai exclaimed in unison.

"Musta laid down one hell of a dicking!" Thala cooed as she scooted up beside the blushing oni boy, "Might have ta buy some of your time for myself."

"Ahem!" Greta spoke the word rather than actually clearing her throat, "So that brings our cut to…?"

"House takes twenty percent of yer earnings," Kurzol stated as he swiped a handful of coins off the counter and into a lockbox, "So that leaves an even 90 fer you," he said as he shoved the rest toward them, "Heck of a night. Don' usually make that much from the stalls. Guess word got 'round eh?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Thora exclaimed, her brawny violet arms dragging the money to her chest.

"Hey, hey!" Greta snapped as she slapped her own strong arm on the counter to interrupt the barbarian, "That's not yours yet. You get us 'cross the mountains, then you get the gold."

"Party pooper," Thala stuck her tongue out at the knight.

"Not gonna have you two run off on me and leave us stranded," Greta said sternly, "We got a deal?"

"Yeah, yeah ya got a deal," Thora rolled her eyes and raised her hands as she took a step back, "We might wanna leave after yer boys get some sleep though. They look dead on their feet."

Greta glanced back to where all three boys certainly looked beat. Asmodai looked grumpier than usual but it was easy to see his eyes were losing focus. Kotaro leaned against Moku'un's shoulder and was already starting to snore while the orc boy rubbed at the bags under his eyes. With a soft sigh Greta gave the kids a fond smile, and then turned back to Kurzol.

"Room for four please," she requested as she plucked two coins off the pile and handed them to the troll.

"Hey! That's our money!" Thala exclaimed.

The big blue troll only laughed as he accepted the coins, and handed Greta a wrought iron key. Ignoring the protest of the gremlins, Greta gathered the money into her purse and then herded the boys off to find some rest. They'd worked hard tonight after all. They'd earned a good sleep.

Notes:

Hope you liked this extra long chapter! The word count per chapter is going up now that we're getting to the meat of the story. The boy's exploits continue in the next chapter of Shota Quest!

If you'd like to follow my work check me out on Aethy and /sex_and_sorcery

Thank you for reading!

~ Sex & Sorcery

Chapter 11: Chapter 11 - Bastion of Light

Summary:

In which the boys go on their first mission, and manage a little teamwork.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 11 - Bastion of Light

Now…

"Rrraargh!" Moku'un shrieked and swung his hatchet as hard as he could.

The little orc's hatchet caught the human guard through the knee. There was a sickening crunch and the joint turned at an odd angle. The armored guard screamed in his helmet, before Moku'un sprang upon him and clubbed him unconscious with the back side of his hatchet. The little orc lifted his eyes, teeth gritted as he searched for his next quarry.

"Intruders in the bastion!" a fleeing guard cried out, "Intruders in the-!"

He was cut off as a grasp of unseen force caught him about the throat. Ten paces behind him Asmodai held his arm up, shimmering energy flickering under his palm. The soldier grasped at the intangible, telekinetic fingers that were choking him and began to thrash. Sweat beaded on Asmodai's brow and his arm trembled as he steadily raised his hand. The soldier lifted off the ground, choking and sputtering. Asmodai's struggled to maintain the spell, but the man was too heavy and thrashing too violently. The soldier kicked harder until at last the demon's spell failed and he was free.

"Got 'im!" Kotaro announced.

With a dash from behind a pillar the oni boy lept upon the soldier's shoulders and brought the pommel of his kunai down hard into the back of the man's head. The soldier pitched forward unconscious and hit the ground with a crash. All three boys stood panting for breath as they eyed the two unconscious human men, and listened for the sound of incoming reinforcements. When there was none, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay… guys… I feel like our stealth could use some work," Kotaro observed breathlessly.

A pair of groans came from Asmodai and Moku'un.

The boys stood in the upper hall of the Bastion of Light. A towering white spire that stood on the southwestern side of the Bazonga Mountains. The tall fortress watched over the many passes that led out of the mountains and into the Lightlands to the south and west. Situated just outside the glowing fields of light that shrouded the rest of the Lightlands, the Bastion was the first in a network of similar towers. These spires maintained the golden forcefield that guarded the borders of the southwestern territories. And the reason they were called 'The Lightlands'.

Thora and Thala had been true to their word and served as excellent guides through the winding mountain passes. An encounter with some hungry cliff stalkers and a rockslide had been the worst of their mishaps along the way. The two gremlins led the boys through a secret underground passage deep in the mountains. The tunnel emerged in the southwestern hills just beyond the Bazongas. Once they were beyond the field of light, they began their plan to infiltrate the gleaming white tower.

A frontal assault had been out of the question. And even if the women went with the kids, a party of too many people would be spotted by the tower's watchers. But a tiny force of three young boys might slip in undetected. Thus the three children had managed to find their way in through a tiny drain in the bastion's wall. From there, Asmodai had put his newfound spellcraft to work, telekinetically catapulting the boys up the balconies that lined the outside of the white tower at the Bastion's center.

"Look…" Moku'un waved a hand, "I'm the last kid to defend Asmodai. But to be fair, it's kind of hard to land quietly."

" Thank you Moku'un," Asmodai wiped his brow, "At least somebody appreciates me."

"Well that's going a little far," Moku'un snickered teasingly.

"I'm just saying," Kotaro raised his hands non-threateningly, "We got lucky. Kaa-san says to never count on luck."

"Eh, I can agree with that," Asmodai grumped, "Luck's a fickle bitch. Better to make shit happen ourselves."

"Right so, let's try for a quieter landing next time okay?" Kotaro suggested, "Are we ready to jump again?"

"Nowhere to jump to," Asmodai stated as he looked up, "This was the last balcony."

All three boys turned their eyes upward. They stood on a gorgeous white limestone terrace that overlooked the idyllic landscape below. The cool air of the evening winds whipped across the balcony, while a night sky full of stars lay above. Their eyes raked up the side of the ivory tower, which continued on upward for no less than another hundred feet. True to Asmodai's observation, there were no more balconies or terraces. Just smooth stone and glass windows rising to the sky.

"Augh but we're nowhere near the top!" Moku'un complained, "That's where Cayden said the core is."

"Well…" Kotaro rubbed his chin, "Then we make our way from the inside. We're already past most of the guards right?"

"Yeah," Asmodai nodded, "All we gotta worry about now is those 'champions' pretty boy mentioned. And we got no plan for getting past them."

"Okay okay…" Kotaro nodded thoughtfully, "But it's pretty late. What if they're sleeping?"

Both the demon and the orc looked at him disbelievingly.

"What? It could happen. Everybody's gotta sleep sometime!" Kotaro defended, "Look, we won't get any further if we stand here arguing right? Why don't we at least go inside and see what's up? If we gotta get out fast, we can always jump from here and Asmodai can slow us down as we fall right?"

"Sssssuuuure…" Asmodai chuckled, looking nervous for the first time since the boys had met him.

"You can slow us down right?" Moku'un asked.

"Look I'm not sure, alright?" Asmodai waved his hands, "Cayden only made us basic Adventurers. Which means I've got pretty basic magic. I don't have much more than some levitation and telekinesis. Oh, and my sin senses are back. That's neat."

"What's a 'sin sense'?" Moku'un squinted at him.

"I can detect people's sins," Asmodai shrugged, "Like their desires, things they've done bad. It's helpful for knowing how to punish souls in hell. Check it."

The demon boy stepped up to one of the fallen human guards and stepped unceremoniously on the man's back. The prince titled his head thoughtfully as if listening and then gave a nod.

"This guy has been lusting after the champions of the tower," Asmodai reported, "Thinks they're some hot bitches. Ooo, extra sinny cause one of 'em's married. That's coveting. Niiiice."

"Wow, that seems really useless," Moku'un deadpanned.

"Shut up!" Asmodai snapped, "It's not useless."

"It's not actually," Kotaro agreed quietly, "Kaa-san says that information on the enemy is always useful. You can use it against them."

"How are we supposed to use this guy's jack-off material against anyone?" Moku'un quipped.

"You are being a real downer ya know that?" Asmodai snapped, "We gonna stand here all night, or we gonna go get that fuckin' core?"

With a sigh Moku'un gave a minorly annoyed shake of his head. Stepping to one of the fallen guards he reached to the man's belt and drew the longsword that the human carried. It should have been too long and heavy for the boy to wield easily. Instead Moku'un propped it over his shoulder without difficulty and brandished his hatchet in his free hand.

"Lead on sneaky," he gestured to Kotaro.

"Okay, follow me and do as I do," Ktaro nodded cheerfully.

With that the three boys turned to slip through the gossamer curtains of the terrace and enter the tower proper. The hall beyond was lit by glowing baubles on the ceiling, shedding gentle illumination through the interior of the tower. Plush rugs, colorful wall hangings, gilded fixtures, polished stone and varnished wood met their eyes. Never had the boys seen such gleaming opulence. Well, most of the boys.

"I had better towers in Infernus," Asmodai murmured quietly, "With tortured souls and hot bitches everywhere."

"Shhhh," Kotaro shushed him.

Asmodai made a face at the back of the oni boy's head, which Moku'un had to stifle a giggle at. Kotaro didn't notice and continued to lead the way deeper into the tower. At last they found a spiral stair leading upward. Some floors below they could hear the sound of soldiers patrolling the luminous tower. But above there was silence. Kotaro gestured for the boys to follow, and they began to climb.

Up the spiral stair they went as it wound its way up the tower. There were several more levels to the tower. Each level contained chambers of magic, archives of knowledge, sacred sanctums and brilliant armories. It took all of the boys' willpower to keep their mind on the mission and not start looting these shining troves. At last the stairway ended in a long hallway. And at last the boys found they were no longer alone.

"Leona?" a childish voice called, "Come back to bed already."

"I'm telling you Cecil," a deep, husky female voice answered, "I heard something."

Kotaro raised a fist to call the boys to stop. Unaware of what the signal meant, Moku'un blundered into the oni boy's back when he stopped so abruptly. Asmodai only barely managed to keep from stumbling backward down the stairs. A moment of silent, gestured bickering occurred between the boys before they at last refocused and peeked around the corner of the stairwell. And immediately their eyes went wide.

The long hallway was occupied by a single figure. A six-foot-tall statuesque human woman stood in the center of the hall. In one hand she held an enormous golden greatsword, the length of the blade nearly equal to her own height. Her body was so well muscled as to be outright brawny. Broad shoulders and girthy biceps flexed steadily with her measured breathing. But her muscled body was all feminine. A sheer white negligee was her only clothing, with lacy accents and satin straps supporting the garment on her incredible body.

Tits each the size of the boys' heads wobbled upon her chest. Her hips curved and gave way to tree-trunk thick thighs that steadily flexed with chiseled muscle. Smooth pale skin seemed to glow faintly under the hallway lights. Feathered sable tresses were trimmed so short as to be boyish. But fat pink lips and long lashes made her undeniably beautiful.

"I don't hear anything," the first voice spoke.

Another figure emerged from a doorway in the wall of the hallway. This one was a young boy about a year younger than Kotaro, and even shorter at a mere four feet tall. Silky chocolate hair bounced upon his soft brow. Freckles splashed across his pale skin and dusted cutely across his button nose. His thick, pink lips rested in an alluring perpetual pout. He was slender with surprisingly curvy hips and long smooth legs. His garments, however, left the boys tilting their heads curiously.

A thin pale camisole lay over his slim chest. A lacy choker wrapped around his throat. The straps of a high waisted thong wrapped over his girly hips, its pale satin matching the thigh-high stockings he wore. Indeed the boys might have mistaken him for a girl. Were it not for the fat bulge of his cock and balls that were painfully obvious through the thin fabric of his panties.

"Go back to bed little brother," the woman said softly, "I'm just going to listen a little longer."

"Well what do-" Moku'un began before Asmodai abruptly clapped a hand over his mouth.

Moku'un squinted at Asmodai and the demon fixed him with an insistent stare.

Don't talk outloud, dumb-ass, Asmodai's thoughts projected to his mind, What do you think that ritual last night was for?

Moku'un blinked and then scrunched his brow as he focused. The telepathic link was weird. It felt echoey inside his head. And like the demon boy was in his mind. As if he could feel the other boy in a way that was uncomfortably close and embarrassingly intimate.

Honestly? I thought you were just makin' excuses cause you wanted to rub dicks , Moku'un snapped back telepathically.

No dumb-ass! Asmodai scoffed, Like I told you, it was to give us a psychic mind link! So we can talk silently, and faster.

Oh this is fun! Kotaro's thoughts giggled to them, Can you guys hear everything I'm thinking?

No, Asmodai assured him, Only what you focus on.

Well I was gonna ask, what do we do about this? Moku'un interrupted, We can't stay here. And she looks like a champion if ever I saw one .

Relax, Asmodai grinned, This is gonna be easy. I can smell sin all over those two.

What kind of sin? Kotaro asked.

The best kind , Asmodai snickered Look just follow my lead. Oh and heads up, if this works, we might have to split up. But it'll be fine .

What!? Both the other two boys exclaimed.

But Asmodai was already moving. Rising to his feet the demon boy stepped around the corner and into full view of the woman guarding the hall. Both of the other boys tried to grab him and pull him back, but his tail slapped their hands away as he strode into the hall.

"Well well," Asmodai applauded sarcastically, "You found me. Good job. Was starting to think this tower was full of dumbasses."

" Demon ," the woman who had been called Leona scowled, "You dare walk upon this sacred ground?"

"Ain' so sacred if I'm here now is it?" Asmodai smirked, "But you might know a thing or two about that, don't you Leona ?"

The woman's facade of righteous fury faltered. A flicker in her bright blue eyes betrayed a note of doubt. But she squared her shoulders and furrowed her brow.

"Begon hellion," Leona growled, "Or I by the Sunsword I wield, I will smite your evil hide."

"Oh I bet you might," Asmodai whistled lowly as he openly eyefucked her, "But you're not dealing with any ordinary hellion, big bitch. You stand before Asmodai! Prince of Infernus. Lord of hell. And Leonaaaa~!" he grinned with a sing song voice, "I. Know. All. Your. Siiiiins~!"

The woman's magnificent body flexed and she lunged.

"Fuck it," Moku'un growled as he sprang from his hiding place.

"Moku'un no!" Kotaro exclaimed.

Asmodai stood his ground, sheer cockiness keeping him rooted in place. A full six feet of womanly muscle, Leona came at him like a hulking wall of holy violence. Her golden sword blazed as she swung down to cleave the demon boy in twain. A long sword flashed and blocked her strike, stopping the blade mere inches above Asmodai's horns. Moku'un had managed to slide between the human and the demon and his slender arms flexed with wiry muscle as he grunted with effort. His stolen longsword held her Sunsword at bay, but the ordinary steel fractured and cracked under the edge of her magical greatblade.

Leona's blue eyes went round and wide with shock and surprise. Though his sword was breaking, the tiny orc boy's strength yet held her at bay, struggling against her superior mass. Gritting his little tusks the green child stared up at her defiantly.

"An orc !?" she gasped.

Moku'un gave a cry as he raised a booted foot and kicked her hard in the abs. Leona slid back, surprised at the force of the blow. Far more strength than a child his size should have been able to bring to bear. The strike barely hurt, but nonetheless it made her take three steps back. Angrily she brandished her greatsword, ready to strike again.

"Leona, Leona don't be like this," Asmodai smiled, "After all, tonight's your lucky night. I'm about to make all your nasty dreams come true. Both of yours."

Leona shivered when the demon looked past her. She turned her head to find the brown haired boy Cecil standing in the open door way, watching with shock on his face.

"Cecil go back inside!" she ordered.

"No no Cecil, stay," Asmodai grinned, "This is about you as well. Cause I know your dirty secret. I know you two are fucking ."

Moku'un's eyebrows shot up in minor surprise. Kotaro spluttered from the stairway. None of the boys were any stranger to incest. But it was surprising to find anyone else that had indulged in such debauchery. Leona's face flooded with crimson as her brawny arms trembled with rage and shame.

"Just couldn't keep your hands off the cute kid huh?" Asmodai asked, "I probably couldn't have either. He's hawt ! And that dick? Didn't know femboy cock came in that size!"

"What do you want , demon!?" Leona snapped.

"Like I said Leona," Asmodai grinned, "I'm here to make all your dreams come true. Every lurid, sordid, nasty fantasy you've ever had. Spending your life cooped up in this tower. Staying 'pure' and all that. Must be hard huh? Especially for a pair as horny as you two. Ya know it's probably all your nights of sweaty, nasty, bareback, incest sex that made this place unhallowed enough for me to be here."

Asmodai was lying and he knew it. Holy ground wasn't nearly so powerful as the Lightlanders often supposed. Lesser demons might have had issues with such places. But not a prince like him. But what mattered was what the Lightlanders believed. And already he could see the horror washing over the two humans as they reckoned with the wages of their sin.

"Now, here's my proposition to you , champion," Asmodai smirked, "Hell's a little wrecked these days. That new Hero of yours saw to that. So I'm uh… balancing the books. Harvesting souls and all that. Now I could conjure an army of devils to reap the souls of this place. Let evil wash over this bastion like a tidal wave and leave the Lightlands without aaany warning of the coming invasion. And it'll be all your fault for making this place weak enough to be overcome."

"... or?" Leona asked shakily.

"Or I'll happily settle for the sins of a pure soul," Asmodai smirked, "A personal favorite. I know you've always dreamed of being gangbanged by some cute little boys. Maybe your brother joining in exploiting your body? Horny kiddos with big dicks using you every possible way? How many nights has that one kept you wet and awake?"

Leona did not answer. The fresh flush of her cheeks told the story readily enough.

"And little Cecil, even more innocent," Asmodai smiled, "You love your sister don't you. But a certain someone has been eyeing the other altar boys in the bastion hasn't he? Wondering what it'd be like to smooch another boy? Maybe do more ?"

Cecil squeaked as he half hid behind the threshold of the door way.

"My bargain. You both indulge those fantasies right here, right now," he gestured, "With my friends," he snapped his fingers twice, Kotaro get out here ! He added telepathically.

Kotaro slipped shyly from the shadows and moved up to stand with the others. Leona's eyes shifted from one boy to the other, her nostrils flaring. Already it was plain to see her nipples hardening behind the cups of her negligee. Her skin was flushed and heated and her lips parted in a soft, quiet huff.

"And in return?" she asked.

"I don't crush this bastion beneath my heel," Asmodai said truthfully, "No one dies today. Not because of me, and not because of you . A noble sacrifice, I think. The lives of many… for the sins of your soul. What say you, champion?"

It was an attractive offer. One that at once absolved Leona's guilt in exchange for an entirely different kind of shame. She could succumb and enjoy her filthiest fantasies. She would sacrifice every last scrap of purity she had left. But the lives of her soldiers and comrades would be safe. She felt a tug at the hem of her negligee and turned her eyes down. She found Cecil looking back up at her, the feminine boy staring at her with wide eyes.

"If… if it will save everyone…" Cecil suggested.

Leona sighed softly. There was a heavy clatter of metal as the golden greatsword slipped from her grasp and fell heavily to the polished stone floor.

"Might I at least request the dignity of a closed door…?" Leona asked in quiet defeat, "I… I don't want my men finding us like this."

"Awww, that was so delightfully pathetic ," Asmodai taunted cruelly, "You know what Leona? Just for you, I'm gonna say yes. Take my buddies here and go have a blast."

"W-wait!" Cecil blinked as he looked at the demon, "What about you?"

"Oh you stupid little bimboi," Asmodai scoffed at him, "You didn't think yours were the only souls I came to tempt tonight?"

"We have a deal !" Leona's ire flared.

"And I always keep my deals," Asmodai answered just as hotly, "My next temptation will involve an entirely different affair. Regardless, the lives of your men are safe tonight. You have my word as prince of hell."

What the hell are you doing? Moku'uns thoughts interjected, Where are you going?

I dunno! Asmodai confessed frantically, But somebody's gotta get to that dungeon core right?

What are we supposed to do? Kotaro asked nervously.

Fuck the big bitch, Asmodai stated, Hard too. She's got a thing for the rough stuff. Really make a slut out of her. Leave no hole unfucked, haha! Oh and make sure to kiss on the boy and maybe stuff his butt too. I promised them all their fantasies after all. Don't go makin' a liar outta me .

Seems like you should be the one keeping your word here, Moku'un snapped irritably.

Well unless you wanna go face any other champions in this tower by yourself? Asmodai suggested, and when neither boy responded he continued, I didn't think so.

Will you be okay by yourself? Kotaro asked.

Aww, worried about me, nerd? Asmodai teased, You guys just focus on fucking this bitch's brains out. I'll figure out how we're gonna get that core and come get you when I've got a plan .

"Are we doing this or not?" Leona demanded when nobody spoke for a long moment.

"Sure are!" Asmodai slapped his friends on their butts, "Get in there guys. Have fuuuuun~!"

Kotaro and Moku'un stumbled forward. Grumbling at the demon, they approached Leona and looked up at her.

"H-hi," Kotaro introduced himself, "I'm Kotaro."

"I'm Moku'un," the orc forced a smile, "Nice to meet you two."

Leona couldn't help but admit she was enchanted. They were adorable yet seemed clever and capable boys. Just the sort of young squires she'd often imagined taking advantage of her. Certainly she'd never expected them to be monsters . But that just made it even hotter. Clearing her throat the defeated paladin lightly nodded and placed a protective hand on Cecil's shoulder.

"Leona Lightstone," she gave her name, "This is my brother, Cecil. Please… follow us."

With that the tall brawny woman turned to lead the way back into the private quarters she shared with her femboy brother. Cecil's gaze danced between the two monster children, eyeing each of them with shy but eager curiosity. Licking his full lips he performed a little curtsey to them and then turned to follow his sister. Moku'un and Kotaro were both briefly paralyzed when he did so. By the sight of the femboy's plump, sexy ass.

Twin juicy spheres, each as plump as a ripe cantaloupe, bounced on the brunette's hindquarters. When his slender legs flexed, his round juicy boybutt jiggled with paradoxically elastic softness. Moku'un cleared his throat, finding that he too had to admit the other boy was attractive. Kotaro murmured with shy intrigue while trying to ignore the slow swelling in his fundoshi. Quickly, the monster boys moved to follow the two humans.

The tall paladin woman led the way into the room. The kids stepped inside after her. Moku'un and Kotaro cast a glance over their shoulders to take one last look back at Asmodai. The demon boy gave them a wave and grinned wickedly, then shut the door and sealed them inside.

"Very well…" Leona cleared her throat forcefully again, "How uhm… how would you boys like to begin?"

Moku'un and Kotaro glanced at each other. Kotaro shrugged and Moku'un huffed and gave a shake of his head. It looked like he was going to be the one in charge here. So the little orc stepped forward and planted his hands on his hips.

"We get to do whatever we want with ya?" the orc boy drawled.

"Yes…" Leona nodded defeatedly.

"Y-yes," Cecil answered shyly.

Moku'un beckoned to Leona. The paladin blinked and then stepped forward, before leaning down over him. Moku'un steeled his nerve and decided to go for it. Raising his small palm he swung his hand and dealt the woman a hard slap across her cheek. Cecil squeaked in alarm and Leona gasped. Moku'un's little green fingers caught her chin and made her look at him.

"It's yes 'master' now, got it?" the orc boy demanded.

"Yes… Master," Leona answered with far more lust in her voice than she intended.

"You're too tall," Moku'un pointed out, "Get on yer knees."

A shiver of arousal slipped through the brawny paladin as she eased to one knee and then another. The adult woman licked her lips, her nostrils flaring at the scent of aroused children around her. Moku'un rewarded her obedience with another hard slap across her opposite cheek.

"Ah!" Leona gasped aloud again.

A flush blossomed to her cheeks from the impact. It certainly hadn't hurt. The warrior woman had taken much harder blows from truly formidable foes without flinching. It was the indignity of being smacked around by a little orc boy that was getting to her.

"I did as you said!" she growled at him.

"Yeah, a good smacking is a humie's reward," Moku'un snickered.

The little orc boy had been curious about human women ever since he'd first heard some orc men in his village telling disgusting stories of conquering such females. All the tales universally agreed that human women were gluttons for punishment, and ought to be handled like sexy livestock.

"Now ask me for another," Moku'un instructed.

Leona grit her teeth as she faced the rising humiliation. But she could not deny the aching hardness of her nipples. Or how she was currently soaking her panties. The brawny paladin shot a glance to her young brother, who watched his sister with wide eyes. Being so humiliated in front of him only intensified her shame. But also enhanced her lust.

"Please master…" Leona huffed, "May I have another?"

Moku'un struck her again. Harder this time. Again Leona was unfazed by the force, but the act itself made her shudder with embarrassment and lust.

"A-another…" she begged of her own accord.

Another loud smack echoed through the room as Moku'un slapped the paladin once more. Little red hand prints now marred her face, marking her as

"D-don't hurt her!" Cecil spoke up at last.

"Oh shut up," Moku'un snickered, "If yer so worried, why are ya gettin' hard?"

Cecil looked down with a meep of embarrassment. His panties bulged with the bulk of his hefty boycock. The pillar of underage dickmeat was twitching rapidly, struggling to escape the confines of his thong. The boy released a whine as his satin covered fuckpole twitched with eager lust.

"Whoa…" Kotaro blinked, "He is kinda big…"

"Wonder who's bigger, you or him," Moku'un waggled his eyebrows.

"I-I'm definitely bigger!" Kotaro exclaimed.

To prove his point the oni boy pulled loose the laces of his fundoshi, freeing his heavy crimson boydick. The twitching log of kiddie fuckflesh steadily grew bigger and harder now that it was freed. Leona's eyes locked upon it, an expression of abject thirst spreading across her features. Kotaro groaned softly. The woman's gaze only made him harden faster. In no time at all his big red ogre dick had reached its full ten inches. His foreskin pulled tight around his fat cockhead, the thick knobs of his glans visible through his foreskin.

"Oh goddess…" Leona whispered.

"See?" Kotaro smiled triumphantly, "What do you got humie?" he challenged Cecil.

Shyly Cecil hooked his thumbs in his panties and eased the satin down until his own dick bounced out. Unlike the other boys, his bore no foreskin. Instead the bright pink head of his circumcised ivory pillar was fully exposed. A full eight-and-a-half inches of smooth femboy cockflesh bounced out into view, already fully hard. A lacy cockring around the base of his kiddie fuckmeat matched the choker around his throat. The juicy slab of pale, pink boyflesh jutted off of his pelvis, framed by his curvy femmy hips.

"Huh, guess ya are bigger," Moku'un smirked, "Good job Kotaro."

"How… big is yours?" Cecil inquired of the orc.

"Hey Leona," Moku'un grinned down at the paladin woman in front of him, "How 'bout you get my dick out for me?"

The tomboyish woman cleared her throat and her hands lifted to the loincloth that clothed the orc boy. With a firm tug she unfastened the leather and dropped it from his hips. Her lips parted as she stared openly at an enormous trunk of hot green cockflesh. Moku'un groaned lowly as the woman's hand slipped beneath the bulk of his holewrecking fuckslab. Her hands were rough and her grip was firm. They reminded him of his sister's hands. The enormous pillar of emerald cockmeat inflated rapidly, growing until it became a veiny slab of rock-hard bitchbreaking kidcock. At a full eleven inches and thicker than the woman's wrist, the very sight of it made Leona's pussy juice between her thighs.

"Goddess forfend…" she whispered in awe.

"You ready to get the life fucked outta ya humie?" Moku'un grinned over her.

"... do what you want to me," she breathed desperately.

Moku'un dug both of his little green hands into Leona's short hair, and pulled her face firmly forward. His oversized fuckslab mashed against her plush pink lips and spread her mouth wide. The paladin produced a wet sputter of effort as her jaw was stretched wide by that fat holewrecking kidcock. Her eyes rolled as she drooled around the boy's big green dick, and spluttered for breath through her nose while Moku'un roughly forced his cock into her throat.

"Hey, why do you get to use 'er first?" Kotaro complained.

"You can… ungh get next," Moku'un grinned, "Soon as ya give the pretty humie boy there a kiss."

"W-what!?" Kotaro exclaimed, "But he's…"

"You don't have to if you don't want to…" Cecil replied softly and shyly.

Kotaro turned conflicted eyes to the pretty boy. He hated for anyone to feel left out or rejected, but kissing another boy still made him squirm. At least this boy was prettier than Moku'un, and he'd just kissed the orc last night after all. With a little huff he reached out a hand and snatched the femboy by his camisole.

"Fine, c'mere," the oni boy scowled a little.

Firmly he yanked the pretty human to him and mashed their lips together. Cecil gave a squeak of surprise into Kotaro's lips, and then a soft moan of delight. Pale and red cocks pressed together, rubbing slowly as the oni boy firmly smooched the human boy. Cecil shyly parted his lips, offering his open mouth to the other boy.

Kotaro huffed and dug his tongue in. And was surprised to find that the other boy tasted sweet. Just like a girl. With a low little sound the oni boy kissed him harder, tongue grinding with the human's. Soon the wet, liquid slurp of their kiss turning sloppy was audible, mixed with the soft sound of horny boyish groans.

"Mmpghllk!" Leona groaned wetly.

Moku'un stuffed another couple inches of fat kidcock down her throat. Thick throbbing emerald veins forced their way past her lips. The paladin pressed her palms against the orc boy's slim thighs. But she didn't resist his invasion of her throat. The human's neck bulged with the massive bulk of fuckflesh being forced into it. Her eyes rolled and watered, staring up at Moku'un and silently pleading for mercy. The little orc showed none.

"Fuuuuck that's gooood," he groaned as his hips bucked, stuffing himself deeper into her mouth, "C'mon humie slut. Suck my kiddy cock!"

The paladin spluttered and choked again, her broad shoulders heaving as she fought to accept what he was forcing into her. When at last Moku'un drew his hips back to clear her airway, she thought perhaps he'd finally afford her a chance to catch her breath. That hope was dashed when he roughly thrust back in again.

"Gllk! Glrk! Gllrkk! Glrk!" the paladin gurgled helplessly.

With every wet slurp and choke the horny orc boy fucked his fat kidcock deeper down her throat. Thick ropes of blowslop dangled from her lips and chin, as he slamfucked her face like it was her pussy. Her cunt was already drooling to the floor between her thighs. As much as the paladin was struggling to accept the rough face fucking, she'd never been more aroused in her life.

"Ungh! Unfh! Hnnuh!" Moku'un grunted aggressively with every thrust.

"Mmmpwah…!" Kotaro panted as he broke the kiss with Cecil, "Th-there… how was that?"

"I… I liked it," Cecil shivered.

"Good," Kotaro nodded, and then looked to Moku'un, "Hey! It's my turn now!"

"Ungh, y-yeah you're right, " Moku'un huffed, "Fair's fair."

With a long wet slurp he dragged his huge green fuckpole out of her mouth. Leona choked and gasped for air once her mouth was clear, only to receive another hard slap across the face from the horny orc boy.

"Th-thank you… master… " she gasped for breath.

"Your turn Kota," Moku'un gestured.

Kotaro stepped in closer. Obediently Leona raised a hand and pressed her palm to the girthy weight of Kotaro's big red fuckpole. Squeezing the fat length of kidcock she gave a hot, breathy moan as she felt it throb in her hand.

"Y-you're all so big," she huffed huskily.

Without prompting the woman leaned forward and mashed her mouth against the underbelly of Kotaro's ogrecock. She muffled her moan into the meaty fuckslab, giving it a long sloppy lick. Drooling across his huge red kidcock, Leona dragged her open mouth up to the wide head of his dick. The paladin made eye contact with the ten-year-old boy as she dug her tongue under his foreskin to lick and suck on his cockhead.

"Oooo th-that's good!" Kotaro moaned.

"M-me too Leona," Cecil insisted softly.

The paladin moaned as her little brother rubbed his big hard boydick across the bridge of her nose. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she let him grind his cock on her face. With a wet pop she pulled her lips free of Kotaro's cockhead. A wanton moan spilled from the holy warrior's lips and she hungry gobbled her little brother's dick. With a wet slurp she set to blowing her brother's thick pink cock, drooling liberally over his twitching femboy fuckbeef.

"U-uuhn!" Cecil gasped and moaned.

"Hey don't forget us!" Moku'un snapped at her.

Leona's hands gripped both of the other boys and firmly squeezed. With a hot wet pop she dragged her mouth off of Cecil, and opened her lips wide, sticking out her tongue. Moku'un took advantage and shoved his dick roughly into her mouth. Leona moaned as his cockhead was shoved into her cheek, distending her lips and stretching her face around the bulk of his fuckmeat.

With huffs and moans the boys subjected the thirsty paladin to a sloppy blowbang. One after the other they made thorough use of the paladin's mouth. Kotaro's little hands gripped her head as he eagerly fucked his cock down her throat, moaning when he felt her gag on his dick. Cecil eagerly shoved his dick into his sister's mouth as soon as it was free, grinding his cock across her tongue.

Moku'un oozed a hot gluey dollop of too-thick orc cum into Leona's mouth when she offered him her lips. The human woman coughed at the heavy musk of stinky boyseed that overwhelmed her sinuses. She swallowed forcefully, gulping down the underage jizz. Before she could even open her mouth again she was struck across the face by a heavy spurt of pre-nut straight from Kotaro's big red dick.

"Mmnah!" the paladin pedophile gasped, "Aaahan!"

Her tongue set to worshiping their horny boydicks again, cleaning cum from the leaky cockheads while all three kids fed her their pre-cum. Her hands shifted between them, eagerly jerking and stroking the boys she wasn't sucking. As the kids grew ever more impatient the paladin found her mouth occupied by multiple cockheads at once. Cecil moaned when Moku'un stuffed his dick between his sister's lips while she was still sucking on his crown. Leona spluttered and coughed and at last struggled to lean back away from them.

"B-boys..!" she gasped, "I can't… suck you all at once!"

"Eh, fair point," Moku'un nodded, "Guess that means we gotta use your other holes huh?"

Leona shivered as she eyed their huge throbbing kidcocks. These kids possessed the biggest dicks she'd ever seen. And there was one more problem.

"I…" she swallowed hard, "I'm a virgin…"

"What?" Moku'un blinked in confusion.

"I'm a virgin," Leona stated more forcefully, ignoring the burning of her cheeks, "I've never… had anyone in my uhm…"

"Wait, but Asmodai said you were doing sex with your brother," Kotaro blinked in confusion.

"I only let him use my… my rear," she confessed with miserable humiliation.

"Your ass !?" Moku'un grinned, "Huh, so yer an ass slut for your little brother huh? You like her big butt Cece?"

"Yes…" the pretty boy confessed, too ashamed to make eye contact with anyone, "We didn't… didn't want to break our purity. It doesn't count if it's only in the butt."

"That is not true at all," Moku'un laughed, "I fuck my big sister's ass all the time! Her pussy too! It's definitely sex."

"Should… should we not use her pussy?" Kotaro asked.

"Oh we're gonna use it alright," Moku'un nodded, "But Cecil here gets first dibs."

"I do!?" Cecil's blue eyes went wide.

"'Course! It's only right that you should get her virginity since you're her brother," Moku'un assured him, "Right Kotaro?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," the oni boy nodded, "You should go in her pussy first."

"B-but… that's…" Leona shivered.

"Shuddup slut, you know you want him," Moku'un snickered at her, "C'mon, let's do it. You wanna use 'er mouth Kota?"

"Sure!" the red boy nodded eagerly.

"Then I get her ass ," Moku'un grinned broadly, "Hey Cecil, c'mere."

The femmy white boy stepped closer, and then gave another squeak when Moku'un dragged him into a kiss. The boys mashed their open mouths together, rubbing and grinding tongues and lewdly slurping each other's saliva. Cecil moaned as his girly kidcock flexed and spat a hot glob of pre-jizz just from being kissed so deep. Moku'un pulled away, leaving thick strings of saliva to connect their sticky mouths. He paused to lick the human boy's face clean and then gave him a rough shove.

"Aah!" Cecil exclaimed as he fell to the plush rug on the floor.

The femboy sprawled on his back, leaving his big pink fuckpole sticking straight up. His eyes met Leona's as the paladin stared down at her little brother with helpless lust. The orc boy was right. She did want him.

"Well humie," Moku'un nudged her hip with one foot, "Go ahead. Fuck 'im."

Swallowing heavily, Leona crawled across the floor until she crouched over her pretty little brother. The six-foot-tall woman completely dwarfed her four-foot-tall baby brother as she eased her hips down over his lap. With a hot gasp she rubbed her dripping pussy over his big pink femboy fucktool.

"I'm sorry Cecil," Leona's husky voice apologized fervently, "I'm sorry I'm so weak. I'm sorry I did this to us."

"Don't be Leona," Cecil reached up to clasp his big sister's face between his palms, "I wanted it to. I always have. I love you big sister!"

Leona's heart leapt in her chest and she shivered with delight. Her hips pushed down and she gasped when she felt that thick pink cockhead squish into her dripping fuckhole. Moaning aloud she gave her little brother her long held virginity, her unfucked pussy desperately clenching around his twitching fuckmeat. The siblings moaned as they lost their purity to each other. A moan that was abruptly muffled when they kissed each other with fervent, incestuous passion.

"Oh… that's really hot," Kotaro huffed as he watched.

"Uh huh," Moku'un agreed, "Reminds me of me n' my sister. But we got a job t' do."

The little orc boy stepped behind the paladin while she rode her little brother's cock. He had to pause to admire her ass. Huge, muscular, bubbly spheres, each the size of a late season pumpkin, wobbled before him. Moku'un's hands gripped her muscular assmeat and firmly spread her cheeks. Leona's head popped up as she gasped and shivered, feeling Moku'un wedge his big leaking cockhead into the deep cleavage between her massive muscled globes.

"Ah…!" she huffed, "Mnnn… d-do it. Use me. D-defile me. Make a whore out of me… I deserve it!"

Kotaro stepped closer, standing above Cecil's face. His bloated red fuckstick slapped on Leona's face. The human woman moaned as she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue, drooling onto her little brother's face below. Kotaro rubbed his huge twitching ogredick across her beautiful face, and then shoved it into her mouth.

Moku'un ground his fat leaking cockhead between Leona's cheeks, smearing his thick gluey nutsludge across her tight pink pucker. The muscular paladin arched her back, offering her asshole to Moku'un while keeping her brother wedged deep in her pussy. A muffled groan issued from her throat when Moku'un thrust forward, and slammed fat throbbing inches of hot green kidcock up her ass.

"Mmmggglkkck!" her moan turned to a wet choke.

Kotaro chose that exact moment to thrust forward as well. With a horny moan the ten-year-old oni stuffed his massive red kidcock down her throat. The woman's neck bulged and she choked wetly around the little boy's huge fuckmeat. Little red fingers gripped the back of her head and Kotaro thrust harder, greedily stuffing her throat with more of his steely oni fucktool.

"Uuungh, her mouth is goood !" the oni moaned.

"F-fuck so's her ass!" Moku'un gasped, "Not sure I'm gonna last long in here."

"Nnn… I-I can feel your d-dick in her…" Cecil moaned shyly.

Leona could produce nothing but another wet gurgle as she was used in every hole. Her tight pink asshole spread wide around the invading orc cock slamming into her guts. Moku'un griped her waist tighter as he braced his feet and pumped his emerald fuckslab deeper into her stomach. Cecil moaned at the increased pressure. Through the membrane inside Leona, both boys could feel their oversized underage fuckpoles rubbing together. It encouraged them both to thrust harder into the sexy human paladin.

Whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!

"Gawk! Gawk! Gawk! Gawk!" Leona choked on Kotaro's enormous kiddycock.

Used in all three holes, the paladin could do nothing but brace herself. She spread her knees, arched her spine and planted her palms. All so that she could stay in place while the three little boys abused her. Huge underage fucklogs pumped in and out of her. They violated her throat, her cunt and her ass. All of them fucking her with the kind of overeager force and fervor that only children could bring to bear.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" Kotaro gasped as he fucked her throat harder.

"Unhg, me too!" Moku'un gasped, "How ya… ungh, doing down there Cece?"

"I-I'm gonna cum inside her!" Cecil whimpered, "I'm gonna cum too!"

Moku'un picked up the pace. The loud slaps! of the paladin's ass getting railed by the horny orc boy echoed through the room. Her thick cheeks clapped from every single strike of Moku'un's hips. Thick drool spilled from her lips with every deep thrust of Kotaro's cock into her throat. Cecil mewled as it drizzled all over his face, until at last he opened his mouth to begin catching thick ropes of blowslop on his tongue.

Smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!

The brutal gangbang reached a fever pitch. The kids were lost in their need to rut. Leona was nothing but a hot, wet sleeve for huge boycocks. A brawny fucktoy for horny little kids. Kotaro's sweaty balls smacked her chin, while Moku'un clapped her cheeks with ferocious force. All while her own little brother's fat pink femboy fuckslab punished her aching womb.

"C-cumming!" Kotaro squeaked.

Incoherent moans and gasps came from the other boys. Leona's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body began to tremble as the three children forced her to cum right along with them. Kotaro forced his cock balls deep into Leona's throat, mashing his heavy red nuts against her chin. Moku'un shoved hard, forcing Leona down ontop of her brother and sheathing both of their horny shotadicks balls deep into her body. Green and pale nuts rubbed gleefully together as they set to unloading enormous loads of kidjizz deep inside the paladin's body.

Slorp! Plorp! Glorp! Slorp! Plorp! Glorp! Slorp! Plorp! Glorp!

Leona choked, spluttered and trembled as hot gysers of underage nutsludge filled her from every side. Her cervix trembled as Cecil's cockhead impacted her womb, and began to fill her with her own brother's baby batter. Her womb accepted the impregnating cocksnot gladly, desperate to be full of her little brother's breeding butter. Hot orcish ballslop pumped into her ass, making her belly expand rapidly from the double filling of boyseed. She spluttered as fuckfroth spilled from her nose, backing up from Kotaro's creamy kidcum forcing its way down her throat and spilling through her sinuses. Her eyes rolled back as she was utterly overwhelmed by the raw sexual force the three boys poured into her.

Cecil leaned up and mewled as he shoved his nose against Kotaro's sweaty, crimson balls. The oni boy gasped when he felt the white boy's lips mash to the root of his fucklog, kissing his big sister around her mouthful of oni dick. The cum she couldn't contain frothed out of her lips, a hot spill of nutslop that Cecil eagerly gulped down. The raw pressure of kidjizz inside her was becoming unbearable. Kotaro and Moku'uns cumloads dueled for force in her bloated belly, each trying to force their way all the way through her. Frothing bubbles of their mixed cockcream began to spill out around their cocks when her body simply could not hold it all in.

"F-fuck, pull out!" Moku'un gasped, "Don't think she can take it all!"

A loud wet farting splurt issued from Leona's ass as Moku'un dragged his fuckslab free of her tight pink donut. At the same time Kotaro dragged his crimson fucktool out of her mouth. Both huge kiddy dicks proceed to finish unloading hot, sticky spunk all over the two humans. Thick, tar-like nutsludge splashed over her ass and thighs, while Kotaro's tip spewed fresh ball batter across her face and all over Cecil beneath her. Hot boynut bubbled back up out of her throat as her stomach convulsed, unable to keep the enormous loads of underage nutsludge inside.

"L-Leona!" Cecil squeaked.

Catching his big sister's face between his palms, the femboy leaned in to help her. Latching his mouth onto hers he locked lips with his sister. And then started swallowing. While Leona's throat expelled a thick mixture of both Kotaro and Moku'un's boycream, Cecil eagerly guzzled it down. A disgusting wet slurping noise issued from their loving, tender, incestuous kiss as the brawny woman helplessly fed her little brother the other boys' mixed up cockslime. Cecil gulped greedily, his tongue digging into Leona's mouth desperately, slurping mouthful after mouthful of kidseed out of her.

"Mgggk! Mgrrgk! Mgggck!" Leona gurgled into her brother's mouth.

"Mmglp! Mggph! Mmglph!" Cecil gulped against his sister's lips.

The whole time the horny femboy was still breeding her. His hefty pink boycock stayed lodged balls deep in her pussy, and his smooth pale orbs churned out fat wads of potent underage kiddycum directly into her womb. Leona's eyes rolled back while she felt her beautiful baby brother desperately impregnating her. The last sin between them had finally been committed. She had given her brother her virgin womb and accepted his virgin seed in return. The siblings writhed against each other, desperately mating like animals, hips rolling in unison in a frantic attempt to make an incest baby in Leona's womb.

Finally the torrent of fuckfroth came to an end. Cecil broke the kiss, gluey, sticky strings of cockslop connecting his mouth to his sister's. He nuzzled her cum coated face and lapped a long rope of Kotaro's jizz from her cheek. Leona moaned as she struggled not to collapse on top of her delicate sibling. Instead she rolled to one side and Cecil's girly fuckmeat popped free of her pussy with a wet slurp. The utterly defeated paladin flopped onto her back like a beached whale, a palm resting over her engorged belly while she felt gallons of cum sloshing in her stomach and womb.

"Wh-whoa…" Moku'un panted for breath, "That was…"

"Really good…" Kotaro finished for him with a nod, "Like… wow…"

"Uhm…" Cecil spoke from where he sat between the two boys, "Would… would you like me to clean you up?"

Green and red dicks were still plenty hard, and drooling hot puddles of left-over fuckfilth to the floor. When neither boy immediately rejected him, Cecil leaned up to press his lips to the head of Moku'uns burly green kidcock. His tongue pressed into the older boy's cumslit, his plush pink lips spreading around the head. Moku'un groaned as the pretty femboy made out with his cockhead, eagerly slurping his too-thick cockslop straight from the source. The leftovers were so chunky and thick Cecil had to lean back to chew the orc boy's sludgey seed, before he could finally swallow it.

Wordlessly he turned to Kotaro and offered the same service. His mouth slid over the oni boy's cockhead, blue eyes looking up demurely at the other boy. Kotaro gasped as the hot little mouth slurped out his leftover cumglobs, the tongue digging into his piss slit with eager desire. The oni boy shuddered and gave an embarrassed whine.

"C-careful," he huffed, "I-I have to pee!"

Cecil's eyes went a little wide at that. And then a devious smolder entered the femboy's gaze. He gobbled more of Kotaro's cockhead and his tongue more fervently delved into the other boy's cumslit. Kotaro gasped and squirmed while the femboy's tongue worked his urethra with sloppy, wet slurps.

"Wait! Cecil you're making me… uuunh!" Kotaro gave a mortified squeal.

The stimulation was too much to endure. With a shiver the ten-year-old lost control of his bladder. And a hot stream of piss spilled into the other boy's mouth. Cecil moaned with helpless lust as he wedged Kotaro's cock at the back of his throat, and let the other boy piss straight down his throat. Kotaro shivered and shuddered when he felt the pretty boy swallow for him, greedily gulping down every last drop of his golden liquid. When the oni boy was finally empty, Cecil slurped his plush pink lips free of the other boy's cockhead.

"Mmmnm…" the femboy murmured softly, "S-sorry… I uhm… just wanted to do that for you."

"You want more…?" Moku'un asked lowly.

Cecil's eyes went wide as he stared down the barrel of the bloated green cock he'd just finished cleaning. A fresh blush crept to his cheeks. Drinking Kotaro's piss had been in the heat of the moment. This was much more premeditated. But the boy couldn't help his wicked urge. Shyly, helplessly he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as he stared up at Moku'un submissively. The orc boy eased the head of his fuckslab firmly into that hot pink mouth, and planted a hand on the human boy's head.

Cecil jumped a little when the stream of piss started. Then moaned and leaned forward to wedge the other boy's dickmeat deeper in his mouth. Swiftly he gulped, eagerly and desperately drinking the other boy's strong, hot kiddypee. Moku'un sighed with relief as he dumped his bladder into the human boy, and enjoyed the humiliated yet delighted expression on the other boy's face.

"Asmodai was right," Moku'un snickered, "You two are dirty ."

Cecil blushed brightly but said nothing as he instead licked his lips to savor the bitter, salty flavor of both boy's cum and piss. With both huge throbbing shafts pointed directly at his face, his own was starting to steel up again. Slowly his soft pale hands reached for both boys, fingertips curling around their monster cocks to shyly start stroking them.

At that precise moment the door slammed open. There upon the threshold stood Asmodai, sweaty and missing most of his clothes. And carrying a large golden glowing crystal in his hands. Behind him stood a tall, curvaceous human woman. Golden hair spilled down her shoulders in gorgeous ringlets that lay heavily over her enormous tits. She was clad in nothing but a linen sheet that left very little of her voluptuous figure to the imagination.

"No time for more fun guys!" Asmodai exclaimed, "We gotta go!

"What!?" Moku'un blinked, "What is that thing!?" he pointed to the crystal.

"Who is she!?" Kotaro blinked at the human woman.

"Reverend Mother!!" Cecil and Leona exclaimed with horrified embarrassment.

"Paladin. Acolyte," the blonde woman nodded her head regally, even as her own features flushed heavily.

"No time to explain!" Asmodai exclaimed, "Any second this place is gonna…"

A dying hum of lost power rushed through the entire tower. The glowing baubles in the ceiling flickered, flashed, and then went dead. Darkness descended throughout the bastion. The only lightsource now was the glowing crystal in Asmodai's hands.

"What just happened!?" Moku'un cried.

"I took the dungeon core!"Asmodai shouted, then jerked a thumb back toward the woman behind him, "This bitch is comin' with us!"

"What about them?" Kotaro gestured to the Lightstone siblings.

"Bring 'em with!" Asmodai stomped his feet, "We. Have. To. GOOOOO!!"

Moku'un scrambled to grab his loincloth and Kotaro fumbled to find his fundoshi. Cecil helped Leona to her feet. The paladin wobbled unsteadily when a fresh gush of cum spilled down her thighs.

"C'mon, c'mon," Kotaro gestured to the two siblings.

"Can… can we really go with you?" Cecil asked in confusion.

"Are you gonna be alright if you stay here and they find out you didn't stop us?" Moku'un asked.

Cecil looked to Leona, who gave a soft sigh and a grim nod. The half-naked siblings moved to follow the boys as they led the way out into the hallway. Asmodai turned and broke into a sprint down the corridor. All the others fell in behind him as they made a hasty escape from the Bastion of Light.

Notes:

Looks like the boys got what they came for! And came quite a lot themselves. But how did Asmodai pull off the heist? Find out in the next chapter of Shota Quest!

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Chapter 12: Chapter 12 - Broken Promises

Summary:

In which Asmodai finishes the mission, and destroys a marriage.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 12 - Broken Promises

Thirty minutes ago…

Three flights of stairs led Asmodai to the top of the tower. The stairway terminated in a richly furnished antechamber, set with fainting couches, thick rugs and ample cushions. A pair of large gilded doors stood before him, emblazoned with the mark of the Eternal Star, the symbol of the goddess Thea.

Asmodai scowled at the symbol. He'd met the great goddess only once when he was very small, during a parlay meeting with his father Baphodan. He remembered her as a condescending, sanctimonious bimbo with more tits than brains. Just seeing her mark pissed him off. He spat to one side and then stepped forward to press his palms against the doors. A hiss came from the little boy's lips as the golden doors burned hot under his touch. Apparently this chamber was much more potently sacred. But not sacred enough to keep him out. Ignoring the painful holy heat he pushed harder, and the doors creaked open.

From within came forth a truly indecent sound. A heated moan of effort and need. Asmodai knew that sound all too well. The sound of lust and sin. Licking his lips the black boy made his way forward and climbed the marbled steps before him. At the top he found himself truly at the very zenith of the tower.

The top of the tower was constructed in the manner of a palatial garden and a beaming light house. Ivy draped over limestone arches, while golden flowers bloomed with the light of tiny suns. A rotunda overhead blocked out the sky, but the arches that supported it were wide open and allowed the evening breeze to bustle through the garden.

The ceiling of the rotunda bore the symbol of the Eternal Star, marking this garden as a sacred shrine to Thea. In the very center of the chamber stood a glistening silver basin. Above it hovered a large golden crystal that blazed with holy light.

At the foot of the basin a couple were in the throes of passion. A handsome blonde man lay on his back atop pale white sheets that had been strewn across the polished granite floors. Astride him was a vision of true beauty. For a brief moment, Asmodai thought that perhaps he had once again laid eyes upon the goddess herself.

She was a gorgeous, voluptuous woman. She bore alabaster skin, wide hips, lusciously thick thighs and long sculpted legs. Her heavy tits were broad enough that even though she had her back to Asmodai, he could see the heft of each teat wobbling to either side of her torso. A gorgeous mane of thick gold hair spilled over her shoulders and hung in large, heavy ringlets down her back. Her fingers worked through her luxurious locks while she rode her partner with increasing force and fervor.

"Oh yes darling, do it now!" she gasped aloud, "Cum for me!"

"I-I'm trying beloved!" the man exclaimed, "I-I'm trying to… ungh, just…nnnh!"

"Please!" she gasped, "Fill me! Give it to me!"

"I-I can't!" the man exclaimed, "I just…"

The woman paused the gyrations of her hips, and then slowly lifted her juicy white ass off of her partner. His soft pale dick flopped out of her pussy. The small, white, pathetic excuse of a penis hung limply between his legs while he panted for breath.

"Husband what's wrong?" the gorgeous blonde woman asked curiously.

"N-nothing… just…" the man replied nervously, "Look can we do this another time?"

"But… but the temple oracle gave her word," the blonde panted, pushing her hair out of her face, "She gave us the word of Thea herself. That if we are to conceive, it must be here! Tonight!"

"I-I know," the man beneath her sighed, "I'm… I'm just… look I need some time to…"

"Wow, that's really sad," Asmodai commented.

Both humans cried out in alarm. The woman flung herself off the man while he scrambled backward. Their eyes turned to Asmodai, who leaned against the railing at the top of the stairway. The woman snatched up the sheet and swept it around her thicc, sexy body. The sheet was nearly translucent and did little to actually hide her nakedness. If anything, it only made Asmodai's pants bulge more with arousal.

"Can't even keep it up long enough for her to- ack !" the demon boy was cut off mid-taunt.

" Luxia Vincula !" the woman interrupted, and a bright golden circle inscribed with sacred sigils flashed in front of her.

A torrent of glowing chains manifested and lashed around Asmodai. The little demon was yanked off his feet and dragged forward through the air. He came to a stop a few feet in front of the blonde, suspended by chains made of light anchored to magic circles glowing in the air. The woman held out a palm toward him, maintaining the spell that bound him.

"Fionna what is that ?" the man exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.

"Get behind me husband," the woman ordered, "It has not been so long since I was a paladin that I cannot still smite a demon.

"Husband?" Asmodai arched an eyebrow and sniffed twice, "Hmm, weird. Coulda sworn this was some kinda cheating thing. Tell me human, why do you smell like betrayal while yer bangin' your wife?"

"Do not answer him, Marcellus," the woman called Fionna warned, "His every word is a lie. He seeks to deceive us and claim our souls."

"Pfft. I do a lotta things, white lady," Asmodai snickered, "But one thing I don' do is lie. Lying's fer weaklings. I never lie."

"Fionna how is a demon here?" Marcellus hissed as he stood behind his wife, "This tower is sacred! Here most of all. Thea's light should mean his death!"

"For a lesser fucker yeah," Asmodai nodded, "Gotta admit, it ain' comfy for me. But when you're the crown prince of hell, you can go wherever the fuck you want," he grinned broadly.

"You… you cannot be…" Fionna squinted disbelievingly.

"Look me in the eyes holy roller," Asmodai smirked, "Yer a nun or some shit right? Can ya tell me I'm lying?"

The woman stepped closer and squinted up at him. As she did Asmodai drew in a deep breath through his nose. He could scent many sins dripping from her gorgeous frame. And many from her husband as well. But knowing a sin was one thing. Sorting its cause and source was another. But if he could keep her talking, instead of letting her pitch him over the side of the tower, he might still manage to get out of this.

"Goddess forfend…" Fionna whispered in quiet horror, "You are he."

"Say my name, sexy bitch," Asmodai sneered.

Fionna hesitated for a brief moment. But then her jaw tightened and her chin tipped with defiance. She refused to show him the fear he so clearly desired.

"Asmodai Infernus," she named him.

"Thea's grace…!" Marcellus gasped, "Smite him, Fionna. Smite him now."

"You'd think your goddess woulda done that already, if she gave a fuck," Asmodai smirked, "Besides, smite me and you'll never get what you came here for."

"You know nothing , demon," Fionna scowled.

A sweep of her hand directed the chains. The golden bonds dragged the demon boy to the balcony overlooking the edge of the tower. Asmodai's eyes shot to the golden glowing crystal. That had to be the dungeon core. It was what they came here for. He was pretty sure he could catch himself before he hit the ground if she threw him off the tower. But getting back up here to get the crystal would be a pain. He had to turn this around.

"Pride, wrath, envy, despair, "Asmodai listed aloud, "You stink of 'em pretty lady. Kinda weird that you were moanin' like a whore, but I can't smell even a drop of lust on you. Either of you."

"Be silent you little black bastard!" Marcellus barked.

"Nah you two ain' here to get your rocks off," Asmodai chuckled thoughtfully, ignoring the fact that he was getting closer to the archway, "Yer here to make babies huh? Aww that's sweet. But it's not working is it?"

"You impudent little-!" Fionna's temper flared as she drew back her hand to fling him from the tower.

"I can tell you why!" Asmodai shouted at her.

The woman froze. Marcellus looked to his wife in confusion and shock.

"Do it Fionna," he urged her, "Throw him out!"

"Pride and wrath. Your dumb bimbo goddess promised you kids, but the fuckin' ain' workin' is it?" Asmodai reasoned, "Envy and despair. You've waited a long ass time huh? Watched other ladies have little brats of their own. But none for you huh? How long you served the bitch? I'm guessin'..." he looked her up and down, "Thirty years? More?"

"Shut up you wicked little cur!" Marcellus shouted.

"Oh you want a turn?" Asmodai went on quickly, shifting his attention to Marcellus, "Betrayal, deceit, avarice and greed. Huh, no adultery? Weird. Good for you I guess. But you been gettin' your rocks off somewhere else I'll bet. Jackin' off instead of coming home to your bitch?"

Marcellus froze with horror. Fionna's eyes shot to her husband, and something cold flickered through her gaze.

"Wastin' the good seed ya promised wifey? Tut tut, that's fucked man," Asmodai snickered, and then his grin widened, "Oooh, but you don't want kids do ya? So you're nuttin' into towels and wastin' your cum to make sure you don't have any good seed left to get wifey preggers. Am I right, holy man?"

"How dare you, you accursed…" Marcellus spluttered.

"You seek to save your hide by laying bare our sins, demon," Fionna scoffed, "It will not work."

"Probably not," Asmodai shook his head, "But ya know what will? Getting what you want."

"You have nothing that I want!" Fionna cried out.

"Oh yeah?" Asmodai laughed, " I can give you what he can't," he nodded to Marcellus, "What She won't," he glanced to the Eternal Star, "I, Asmodai, prince of Infernus, can give you a child!"

The words rang through the rotunda and Fionna stood paralyzed. Marcellus glanced from the demon to Fionna and back again. The man clearly could scarcely believe his wife was still hesitating.

"This is a weird place for babymaking," Asmodai observed when no one else spoke, "I mean, Thea's a total pervert but you ever wonder why she'd tell you to come way up here to get knocked up?"

Fionna did not answer. Marcellus began to advance menacingly on the boy once more.

"She say who you'd make that baby with?" Asmodai leered, "Hubby here could give a fuck about kids. And he sure don't give a shit about your feelings. Dontcha think you've waited long enough Fionna? You wanna waste your life waiting? Why bother? When I can give you what you were promised? And so, so much more?"

"You wicked little-!" Marcellus cried aloud as he snatched up a nearby candle stand and swung it hard at the bound little boy.

Asmodai flinched and squinted his eyes shut. The blow never came. Instead he felt the golden chains release him and heard the song of flying metal. Opening his eyes he found himself released, and dropped to the polished floor of the rotunda. The golden bands now held Marcellus instead, who struggled against the chains as the candle stand fell from his grasp.

"Fionna what are you…!" he tried to question.

His wife shifted her fingertips, and a length of chain slithered across his mouth. The golden bonds held him fast and Fionna turned her gaze to Asmodai.

"Speak" she ordered coldly and regally, "Quickly."

Asmodai rose to his feet, and rubbed at his arms and legs. That had been a close one. He was lucky he'd managed to keep them talking as long as he had. Now, however, it seemed he truly had the woman's attention.

"You some sort of priestess up here?" Asmodai asked her in return.

"I am Reverend Mother Fionna Wynne," she stated haughtily, "This man is my husband, Archbishop Marcellus Wynne. You say you can give us what we want. How ?"

"Oh no mama," Asmodai chuckled as he strode across the polished stones toward her, his tail curling and lashing behind him, "No he's got nothin' to do with this. This deal? It's between just you and me."

At first her scowl hardened. And then a moment later it softened as she considered the possibilities.

"If I am to make a wicked bargain, I should rather the weight be upon my shoulders alone," Fionna concluded, "Very well princeling. What do you offer?"

Marcellus shook against the chains, muffled shouts coming through the glowing construct of light that bound him.

"First of all, let's go over what I want, sweet-legs," Asmodai replied, "You could blast me, smite me, exorcize me or whatever. But you know I'll be back. So threats won't work for you to bargain with."

"Very well then," the woman growled, "What do you want?"

"I want that ," Asmodai pointed.

His little brown finger jutted straight toward the glowing crystal. Fionna looked to it and scoffed, then looked back.

" That is not mine to give," she replied, "The Dawn Crystal belongs to this tower and to the people of Theonia. It was given to us by the great hero Cayden Folais almost a hundred years ago. My husband and I are but it's care takers."

"Then all you gotta do is not get in my way while I take it," Asmodai shrugged, "Same thing to me."

"And in return, you would grant me the ability to conceive a child with my husband?" she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Pfft, fuck no!" Asmodai laughed, "In return I'll knock you up myself!"

" What !?" Fionna exclaimed with horror and disgust.

"Yeah I know, I'm only eleven-years-old," he rolled his eyes, "But I got what your hubby don't."

To illustrate he snapped his fingers and his telekinesis yanked down his trousers. He neatly stepped out of them and planted his hands on his hips. Fionna at first turned her head away, a flush rising to her cheeks as the child exposed himself. But then her curious gaze flickered back. And lingered.

Between the boy's thighs was a trunk of masculine fuckmeat the likes of which she had never seen. Not on a person anyway. Truly only horses held a candle to the raw size that the boy sported on his small, brown body. Her bright blue eyes traced the dense veins that rippled across his big black cock. She eyed the thick foreskin that bound his bloated cockhead. She could see the glimmer of the Jacob's Ladder piercing that decorated the underbelly of his fuckpole. A shiver rushed through her body. She tried to convince herself that she was only wet because she'd been having sex with her husband mere moments ago.

"See that?" Asmodai grinned, "That's a real cock. Not that wimpy white dicklet your man's got. He's never gonna breed ya like I can. A prize mare like you need's a stallion ."

"This is…" Fionna licked her lips as she suddenly found her heart racing, "This is not what I want. I want… I want motherhood. I want love. I want a child of my own…"

"And I am gonna give you one," Asmodai smirked, "Right here. Right now. I'll fuck that juicy white pussy and make you a milf for real. You get your kid. I get the crystal. Heck I'll even be nice and let your useless lying hubby watch ."

Fionna shot a glance to Marcellus. The man shook his head and struggled against the chains that still bound him. Fionna's hands clutched the sheet tighter to her body, even as her thighs visibly rubbed together. She bit one full, red lip as she looked down at the little black boy again, watching that half-hard slab of cockflesh sluggishly twitch and throb.

"It would be my child?" she asked quietly, "You would have no hold over them. Can lay no finger on them unless they choose it?"

"Sure, I'm good with that," Asmodai shrugged, "Means they wouldn't be an heir to the crown. But they'd be yours n' they'd be free to do whatever they want with their life."

"They'd be a cambion? A half-demon?" Fionna questioned.

"Sure," Asmodai shrugged, "But nothin' sayin' that'd make 'em evil. They'd be half-human too. Only us full-bloods are born wicked," the demon prince grinned.

Fionna once more looked at her husband. Marcellus' eyes widened as he saw his wife make her decision. He thrashed and flailed, urgently mumbling his dissent. Fionna's eyes left her husband and she swept her hand. The chains dragged him a mere five feet away and forced him to sit upon one of the garden benches nearby. There they lashed him tightly to the bench and held him in place.

"I am sorry, darling," Fionna whispered, "But… you had your chance. And I have waited too long. If you had not lied to me then… then maybe…"

Marcellus all but screamed behind the chains that bound his mouth. Asmodai only grinned wickedly as he stepped forward, the fat log of his kiddie fuck meat slapping loudly against his thighs as he closed in on the Reverend Mother.

"So… we have a deal?" he asked as he held up a small brown hand to her.

Fionna looked down at the little black boy, then took his hand in her own. With a firm nod she shook his hand.

"We have a deal," she breathed and it was almost a sob, "Make it swift then. Do what need be done, then take the crystal and go."

"Ah, that ain' part of the deal," he smirked at her, "Said I'd getcha preggers. Didn' say how."

"You abominable little bastard ," she hissed through her teeth.

"Ooo swearing from a priestess," Asmodai sneered, "That's the spirit."

His tail lashed up and wrapped around her throat. Instantly her hands flew to her neck and her eyes flashed with holy light. But when the coils didn't tighten she did not struggle further. Asmodai used the loose hold to provide a light tug, insistently guiding the beautiful human woman to her knees in front of him.

"That's better, now let's get this party started," the little demon boy grinned.

His hands reached forward and dug into her gorgeous golden hair. Then he yanked the white woman to him and firmly mashed his mouth to hers. Fionna's sapphire eyes went wide when the little kid's tongue invaded her mouth. His saliva was hot and sticky, and tasted far too youthful. There was no avoiding the fact that she was kissing a pre-teen boy. She struggled against his grip, her hands pressing to his slim chest. Asmodai didn't release her.

Instead his tongue went deeper, sliding over her tongue, underneath it, swirling and winding. It probed into her cheeks, across her teeth and the roof of her mouth. He tasted her sloppily, demandingly, lasciviously. Fionna moaned with disgust even as she felt her nipples harden and her pussy heat.

The priestess had never been kissed like this. Her mind flashed back to the kiss she'd shared with her husband, upon a holy altar on the day of their marriage. It had been a tame, chaste peck. A token of enduring affection and the sealing of their bond in the light of the goddess Thea. It was nothing like this. This was passionate and lustful, heated and hungry. She'd never felt such thirst in a lover. Never tasted their raw passion and desire for her like this. As much as she wanted to be revolted… she was instead aroused.

"Mmmngh!" Fionna helplessly moaned.

Her tongue engaged his. Hesitantly at first. And then with rising need. A need she hadn't known she had. The little boy tilted his head, fitting his broad brown lips against her plush pink ones even better. His mouth opened wide, encouraging hers to do the same. Their smooch became a fully open mouth sloppy make-out. Wet strings of drool seeped from the union of their lips, dripping down their chins. The liquid smacks, slurps and suckles mixed with childish hums and womanly moans as they fervently kissed each other.

"Mmmggsssrlp-aaah!" Asmodai sloppily broke the kiss.

Fionna choked a little as she watched him extract his long demon tongue slowly from her mouth. The forked tongue had very nearly pushed down her throat. A notion that was not as off-putting to the woman as it should have been. When at last his tongue left her mouth she was left breathless and panting.

"Haah.. haaah…," the priestess gasped.

Slowly she licked her lips, savoring the sweet and spicy taste of his young mouth. And then shot a guilty glance at her husband. Marcellus had watched it all. Horror, disgust and pain written on his features. Fionna spared him only a brief look, before shifting her gaze back to Asmodai.

" Now will you do it?" she asked breathlessly.

"Do I look hard to you?" Asmodai scoffed.

Fionna looked down, to where the bulk of that fat black kidcock was poking her in the belly. His fucktool was positively massive. So large that already her hips were trembling at the mere prospect of being invaded by such a fat fuckpole. It was so unreasonably long, so disgustingly huge. So enticingly massive.

"Yes," she whispered in awe.

"Pfft, this ain' full mast yet," Asmodai smirked, "Yer gonna have to get me there."

" Fine ," she huffed angrily, "You think me virginal and unlearned in these things, child? I know the bodies of men well."

To prove her point her hands moved to grip him. One firmly encircled his base, while the other dipped low to cradle his massive black balls. The bloated cumtanks sloshed audibily with pent-up nutsludge. Fionna gasped when she felt their sheer density and weight. Her grip at the root of his fuckslab firmly massaged and squeezed, pumping his base while her other hand struggled to heft and roll his enormous brown nuts in her hand.

"Uungh, that so?" Asmodai snickered, "Give a lot of handies to the priests in these temple halls of yours?"

"I offered succor and relief to my brothers in their time of suffering," she scowled at him, "Only a demon would attempt to make it seem wicked."

"Oh please, mama," Asmodai laughed, his tail tightening around her neck, "You knew what you were doing. They lusted for you big time. Thought the worst, most depraved and crazed fantasies about you. And you knew it. You loved it didn't you?"

A hot flash of lust rolled off of her and Asmodai breathed it in. Just as soon as it came, it was covered over once again by her ever present sin of pride.

"Just get hard already!" she demanded forcefully.

"I ain' one of yer parish boys, holy bitch," Asmodai leered at her, "Gonna take more than your hands to get me throbbin'."

His tail tugged at her neck again. Fionna knew immediately what he had in mind. And she resisted. Partly. Her shoulders tensed and corded as she struggled against the tail. But her hands never ceased massaging and stroking his cock and balls. Steadily her gorgeous face was brought level with that enormous slab of kiddy fuckbeef, until at last she had to abandon her grip upon him to place one hand on the floor.

The pale sheet draped over her alabaster frame as she now knelt on hands and knees before the little demon. The bulk of that huge sweaty black cock pressed across her cheek, grinding the stink of boydick into her flawless white skin. The priestess's blue eyes rolled as the thick musk of horny kid cock flushed through her nose. A scent that she was ashamed to find only increased her arousal. Her husband certainly never smelled so raw, so wild, so virile .

"What's the matter, you never give him blowjobs?" Asmodai snickered.

Rather than answer with the embarrassing truth, or lie when she knew he would scent the sin, she instead opened her mouth. For in fact she did not service her husband in this manner. Not that she had not thought of doing so. But it was a lurid act, for pleasure only and served no purpose either for procreation, simple relief or holy intimacy.

Awkwardly she pressed her full red lips to the bloated back cocktip. Her lips pushed back his foreskin and she groaned with displeasure at the scent that issued from beneath it. She was unaccustomed to uncut dicks, since Lightlanders religiously circumsized their males. But a cock was a cock, and she had some idea of how to handle him nonetheless.

"Under my foreskin, bitch," Asmodai ordered, "Get that tongue in there."

Steadily she did as demanded, if only to shut the little brat up and get him to do the deed already. Her mouth opened wider, sliding his cock head inside. Her nostrils flared as her tongue dug beneath the foreskin and slowly encircled his cockhead. She coughed as her tastebuds scraped gooey wads of smegma from his glans. The thick, stinky globs of coagulated cockfilth coated his dickhead beneath. The beautiful blonde woman groaned with disgust and glared up at the tiny tyrant.

"Swallow it," the prince demanded.

The bossy brat tightened his tail around her throat and she snarled petulantly. Nonetheless, Fionna used her sacred tongue to collect as much of the foul ooze as she could. Then leaned back to show him her open mouth. Her tongue was coated in his thick yellow smegma, the underage cockcheese jiggling on her tongue. She closed her mouth and forced herself to swallow. A cough and a retch came forth, and then she opened her mouth to show him it was empty.

"Haha, consider that your communion," Asmodai grinned.

"Blasphemous little-!" she wrathfully sneered.

Abruptly her mouth was full of black cockmeat. Asmodai's hands caught the back of her head and he thrust his huge black fuckpole straight through her lips. The wide cockhead jammed hard into the back of her throat, making her choke and gag. He didn't wait for her to be ready for more. Instead he dragged his hips back and then thrust again. A sloppy wet gurgle came from the priestess as he forced his cock into her throat this time, making her choke around his huge cockhead.

"Mmgawwk!" Fionna gagged.

Her hands flailed at him, slapping and striking his hips and thighs. The boy paid no notice to her and simply set to raping her mouth. The wet slurp, slap and splutter of her mouth getting fucked echoed through the sacred garden, carried off on the breeze that whipped through the archways. Asmodai planted his feet and fucked her face harder, grunting with effort and lust.

"Mmgawk! Glawrrk! Mmgrrawk!" Fionna retched and choked.

"Fuck, yer wife's mouth makes a pretty good cocksleeve," Asmodai taunted Marcellus, "Bet I could teach her to deepthroat. Wouldn't be much use to you though would it, huh?" he cackled cruelly.

Marcellus glared darkly, and mumbled things that could only have been death threats from behind the chains across his mouth. Asmodai paid him no further attention as he raped Fionna's mouth harder, slamming his dick into her throat with reckless abandon. Thick ropes of blowslop spilled from her mouth as his throbbing pillar of fuckflesh violated her throat again and again. At last the demon boy released her, and dragged his huge footlong pillar of kiddie cock out of her mouth.

"Ghaack! Pwhaaah! Haaah… Fionna gasped for breath, only to receive a vicious cockslap from Asmodai's huge black dick, " Ah! "

"There see? Now I'm hard," Asmodai grinned.

Any retort the priestess might have managed died on her lip as she looked up at the boy for the first time. From where she crouched on the floor, the fat slab of black cockflesh cast a dark shadow across her face. The enormous pillar of underage fuckmeat trembled with rigidity, so engorged and bloated that it looked angry and wrathful. A roadmap of finger-thick veins coated the entire slab, while his huge bloated balls hung like grapefruits beneath the obscene fuckpole. A gluey glob of pre-nut spilled out of his tip and fell to the floor, where it sizzled with evil, hellish heat.

"Goddess forfend…" she whispered.

"She ain' gonna save ya," Asmodai laughed, "But let's make her watch ."

He raised a foot and pressed it to her shoulder. With a bratty kick he forced the woman onto her back, making her sprawl on the floor of the sacred shrine. His little hands gripped the sheet and yanked it from her body. Fionna gasped as she was exposed.

Her figure was to die for. It was evident that she had once been quite athletic. Firm muscles still kept her hips, thighs, stomach and arms well toned. But she had put on weight since her younger days. Now she was soft, curvy and luscious. Her huge tits wobbled to either side of her body while her thick thighs pressed together in a failed effort to hide the trim golden bush that decorated her pussy. Asmodai ran his little black hands over her smooth white skin, and gripped her knees to roughly spread her thighs.

"Fuck this is gonna be good ," Asmodai grinned down at her, "Promise ya, I'll fuck you so hard, you won' regret a thing.

"J-just get this over with," she hissed up at him, humiliated tears burning in her eyes, " Please !"

She gasped when Asmodai smacked his huge black cock over her married blonde pussy. Shivering against the fat fuckpole she felt the heat radiating off of it. It was so huge and the color was a stark contrast to her own pale skin. The little black boy shoved the head of his fat ebony cuntwrecker against her sopping fuckhole and let her feel the impending invasion.

"Lemme hear ya scream, mama," Asmodai taunted.

Before she could reply, he thrust inside her. Fionna's back arched and scream she did. A hot cry of alarm and surprised pleasure tore from her lips. She had never felt anything like it. He was thick, hard, huge and deep . She had needed this. Needed to feel full and filled. It was a feeling that had always eluded her and it was finally here. Her legs spread wider, her fingers raked at the sheet beneath her and she trembled as her cunt clenched around his cock.

"Oh g- goddess !" she exclaimed.

Asmodai bucked hard, and forced more of his raging kiddie cock into her juicy pussy. The woman cried out with lust again, her back arching as her curvy hips pushed up to give him a better angle. To help him violate her. Her toes curled as the little demon boy sank fat inches of throbbing kidmeat into her pussy, going deeper and deeper and deeper. Until finally she felt him strike the mouth of her womb.

"Oooo you take dick good !" Asmodai grinned, "How's that feel mama?"

Fionna was beyond words. She trembled and shook. Squeezed and convulsed. Her body was out of her control. He was so big and so hot and so hard. She'd been so wet and worked up. She'd been desperately riding her husband struggling to achieve orgasm. She now realized it why she couldn't. Because her husband's weak, white dick was so pathetically small . Nothing like the fat throbbing black fuckpole now stretching her out. She grit her teeth, trying to regain control. But it was too late.

"Hrrrrnnnn nnnnggggh !" she squealed through gritted teeth.

Helplessly she orgasmed for the black boy. The married, blonde priestess bucked and rocked her hips, gripping, clenching and squirting all over his huge black cock. Her juices dripped from the inches of fuckflesh that had yet to be sheathed inside her. Sticky cuntgrool spilled from her ass, drenching the sheet below her. Her heavy tits bounced and wobbled as she gasped for breath between squeaks, squeals and moans of helpless orgasmic pleasure.

"Fuuuck she just came!" Asmodai laughed, "She get off this easy for you?" he taunted her husband.

Tears were streaming down Marcellus' face while he watched his wife climax in a way he hadn't known she could. Her body thrashed in the throes of a kind of lust and pleasure of which he had only dreamed. Between his legs his own white dicklet was painfully hard, rigid and twitching at the sight of his wife cumming her brains out for the bratty black boy.

"Oh goddess… oh g-goddess!" Fionna gasped and sobbed, tears spilling down her cheeks, "I-I've never… oh… ever c-cum that… h-hard!"

A heartbreaking sense of relief flushed through the priestess. An ache she'd tended for ages was now being soothed. A sense of fulfillment, of satisfaction, washed through her. The answer to a need she'd held for years yet had no idea how to sate. This was it. This was what she had needed. And she'd spent so many years avoiding it in the name of piety and faith.

"We're just gettin' started," Asmodai grinned.

Leaning over her his little hand mashed to her tits. Fionna did not deny him access to her body. Instead she spread her legs wider, displaying an ample amount of flexibility. Asmodai groaned as he sank deeper into her pussy, and Fionna's head dropped back as she welcomed him in. New inches of fat black underage fuckmeat spread her wider, his bloated cockhead bullying the mouth of her womb and rearranging her insides.

With her bare heels high in the air, her knees pressed back to her shoulders and the black boy on top of her, there was no questioning their new position. A mating press.

"Fuuuuck yeeeeah," Asmodai groaned, "I'm gonna get balls deep in ya before we're done mama."

"Y-yess!" she huffed helplessly, "Goddess yes, p-please! I need… I need all of it!"

The little black boy braced his toes on the floor to either side of her wide, child-bearing hips. His fat brown ass lifted while he dragged broad black inches of hot kiddie cockmeat out of her. Then his hips dropped and a loud slap issued from their union. Fionna choked on her scream when his fuckslab slammed back into her drenched pussy. Asmodai didn't wait for her to stop trembling. He yanked his hips up and did it again. With his feet planted to either side of her, the little boy set to roughly fucking the adult woman into the floor of the sacred sanctum.

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

For long minutes the only sound in the chamber above the wind, was the loud slapping of their bodies and the groans of their pleasure. Asmodai huffed and panted with effort and pleasure while Fionna moaned with delight and strain. No matter how deep he rammed his cock or how hard he slammed it into her, there was no pain within the priestess. It was as if her beautiful white body had been meant to take his cock. To be fucked by that huge slab of underage, dark black fuckflesh.

"I-I'm going to cum again!" Fionna gasped, "Y-you're going to make me cum again!"

"Tell me who's dick is better bitch," Asmodai grinned down at her, "Do it or I'll stop. Swear to hells I'll pull outta you right now!"

Panic flooded through the priestess. All her decorum and pride was gone. Her duty and honor drowned beneath the sudden fulfillment of her body's needs. Her pussy clenched desperately around his cock, as if struggling to keep him inside her by sheer force.

"Y-yours!" she gasped aloud, "Your cock i-is so much better! So much bigger than his!"

"Than whose, bitch!?" Asmodai snapped.

"My husband!" Fionna screamed desperately, "Your big black cock is better than my husband's dick!"

Asmodai rooted every inch of steely black fuckmeat deep in her straining white pussy. The married woman groaned and whimpered with ecstasy. Her feet kicked in the air while she clenched and squeezed, helplessly edging on his fat boydick when he slowed his thrusting. Now he was just grinding, putting unbearable pressure on her womb. She could feel his cumslit mashed against her cervix. Kissing the mouth of her womb in a lewd and sloppy makeout session deep within her body. The kind of kiss her husband never could have given her.

"Look 'im in the eyes and tell him," Asmodai whispered evilly to her.

Fionna's head whipped to the side and she caught her husband's gaze. Marcellus was weeping openly, still bound by his wife's spell. Fionna barely hesitated before the words fell from her lips.

"I-I'm sorry darling," she whimpered, "H-he's so much better than you! I've never… uuungh goddess… I've never felt anything so deep. Y-you've never made me feel this good ! I'm… I'm going to cum. Darling I-I'm sorry I'm cumming for him again!"

Abruptly Asmodai yanked her face back to his.

"Good bitch, now open your mouth," he ordered.

Fionna did so without hesitation or question. Asmodai snorted deep in his throat, and then hocked a fat wad of saliva and snot straight into her open mouth. The priestess' eyes went wide with shock. No one had ever spat at her! Much less into her open mouth! She could feel the little boy's lugi sliding over her tongue and to the back of her mouth. She didn't need to be told what he wanted her to do. Helplessly she closed her mouth, swallowed, and then opened again to show him her clean tongue.

Asmodai wordlessly rewarded her. By suddenly slamming his cock into her full speed and force. Fionna screamed as the fucking abruptly resumed. He was beating his way into her depths, forcing her body to take more and more of his obscenely huge underage fuckslab. Her legs kicked and her body writhed. She wanted to hate it. Wanted to be hurt by it. Instead she loved it.

"I'm cumming!" she screamed, " I'm cummingI'mcummingI'mcummingI'mcumming!!! "

The little boy mashed his face into her cleavage and suddenly slammed his hips forward. Fionna's scream turned to a shocked squeak when his cockhead punched her hard in the womb. As her body spasmed in orgasm, her cervix bloomed around the head of his enormous cuntwrecker. With a heated slurp she felt her body welcome the demon prince into her most sacred place. Straight into her womb.

" Aaaaauuuuuuunnnnnggggggh! " Fionna's shriek of agonized ecstasy tore through the garden.

Her fingers grasped at him, her hands holding him to her as she felt his cock lurch inside her. Long legs locked tight behind his ass, heels digging against his bubble butt as she grit her teeth and whined through her nose. Her pussy milked him furiously, her orgasm gripping and squeezing him, her womb desperately sucking on the bloated black cockhead deep inside it.

" Nnnngggggggggghhhhhhh! " Asmodai groaned as he came.

The demon prince's cock bucked and belched a scalding wave of thick kidcum into her womb. Fionna was beyond the ability to scream loud enough to express the intensity of the experience. The heat should have been agonizing. Instead it just made it better! His cockslop was too hot. Far, far too hot. And thick. And heavy. It was completely unlike the useless, watery, impotent loads her pathetic husband had given her. This was real seed.

Over and over her body gleefully accepted it. Asmodai pumped his hips against hers, his fat black cumtanks churning against her ass. Nutsweat dripped from his balls and rolled down her alabaster ass while she kept her thighs locked around him. She held the little boy like a lover, desperately keeping his underage fuckpole as deep in her pussy as possible. Fat wads of chunky, steaming shotajizz spewed into her unprotected womb while she helped the little boy impregnate her right in front of her husband's eyes.

Only once her belly was so bloated she looked six months pregnant did the flow finally cease. The feverish heat of the demon nutsludge inside her had caused the holy woman to break out into an intense sweat. Nonetheless she cradled the little black boy to her body while she panted for breath. A gasp and a groan of effort spilled from her lips as Asmodai lifted his hips and slowly dragged his enormous underage fuckpole out of her gripping cunt.

"B-by the Saint…!" she gasped as the huge black cockhead popped free.

Her gaped pink pussy immediately expelled a hot deluge of stinky boyseed all over the floor. She choked as she felt her stomach convulse, her pussy loudly queefing another heavy splatter of fuckfilth out of her overfilled body. She managed to deflate somewhat, but her body seemed intent on keeping as much of his baby batter as possible.

"We ain' done yet bitch," Asmodai sneered at her.

"W-wait I-," Fionna protested, " Ahn! "

She gasped when his hands gripped her by her gorgeous golden hair. Following the stinging of her scalp the exhausted priestess was forced to crawl on her hands and knees. Asmodai turned and strode toward her bound husband. The white woman shivered and whimpered as she crawled with the boy's leading hand in her hair, her pussy leaving a drizzle of steaming demonseed across the floor in her wake. The boy pushed her forward against her husband's knees, and she caught herself with her hands on the man's thighs.

Now she knelt bent over like a bitch in heat, her fat white ass wobbling in the air while she braced her sweaty palms on her husband's naked thighs.

"We're gonna make sure the job's done," Asmodai huffed as he stepped behind her, "Get that ass up!" he demanded as he slapped one of her thick, round, white cheeks.

She gasped at the spank, but obediently raised her hips. It was pure instinct to spread her knees and push her hips back, eagerly offering her pussy again. She needed him to fuck her more. To fuck her deep . To destroy her cunt all over again. A palm on her back made her arch her spine properly. It was humiliating to have a little boy showing her how to align herself for sex. But this was not a position she was used to. This was not a posture fit for a priestess, but for a whore.

"See how hard your man is?" Asmodai taunted as his huge black dick hotdogged her fat, white, jiggling ass cheeks, "He's loving this."

"Is… is that true darling?" Fionna asked, looking up hopefully at her husband, "Is he right? Do you… do you like this?"

Marcellus certainly did not . He was living a waking nightmare. Betrayed in every possible way, his ego and pride utterly shattered. But his wife was gorgeous and he had never borne witness to a display of such sexuality before. His small white dick was throbbing hard between his legs, leaking on the slats of the bench a few inches from her nose. Despite her pain and lust, Fionna still loved her husband. And so she leaned in to give his twitchy white dicklet an affectionate kiss.

"Don' touch him!" Asmodai ordered a mere moment before her lips made contact, "He had his chance. Shoulda knocked you up ages ago."

"Mmm… you're right…" Fionna moaned, and looked up at Marcellus, "Darling I love you but… he's right. I… I was so faithful. I waited so long. So many nights in our chambers… while you kept busy with matters of church and state… You should have… should have given me children years ago…"

She gasped when she felt the little boy spread her ass cheeks, brazenly exposing her pussy and asshole to his lustful gaze. Asmodai licked his lips as her tight pink asshole winked at him. Boy how he wanted to bury his tongue in her fucking guts. Then assfuck her into oblivion. But that wasn't the goal right now. Right now was for breeding married white pussy. Then he had to get that crystal and get out of here.

"He's going to do it for me, darling," Fionna told her husband.

Marcellus fervently shook his head, weeping and whimpering behind the bonds that his wife still maintained. Fionna nodded gently, tenderly to him, reaching up a hand to wipe the tears from his face. Her loving sweetness came only as a cruelty, urging him to accept this most egregious transgression of their marriage vows.

"He's going to breed me. He's going to give me his baby," Fionna tenderly informed her husband, "And I want it darling. I want his baby. I want his baby so much more than I ever wanted yours. I'm going to give him my womb now darling. I'm going to let this little boy make sure I'm impregnated with his seed. But… but I promise I'll-"

Her delirious rambling was broken by Asmodai's brutal black cock reinvading her beautiful white body. The little boy braced his palms against her wide hips, and with a loud, wet smack he thrust the entire length back into her pussy. Fionna's head snapped back in a choked gasp. Only for her to moan and shriek when he dragged his hips back to do it again .

"Rrngh!" Asmodai grunted with triumph, "Unrngh! Fuck yeah!"

Fionna jolted forward against her husband's lap. Slim pale fingers curled against his ivory thighs as she used his body to brace herself for the fucking she was receiving. Marcellus groaned with revulsion as he felt the force that transferred through her body. The loud smack of the demon prince's hips impacting his wife's ass made her lurch forward against him. Every one of the little black boy's thrust was accompanied by a shiver and jolt that rolled through the woman and into the defeated white man in front of her.

"Ahn! Haah! Ooh! Uungh!" Fionna cried out, "O-Oh goddess… d-darling… he's in my womb !"

With her cervix weakened, every thrust of Asmodai's cock punched his cockhead deep into her uterus. The boy wombfucked her fast and hard, the clapping of her asscheeks reaching a fever pitch. His tail lashed around her waist as his hands squeezed her hips and ass. The boy panted heavily as he slamfucked her with every inch of his huge footlong boycock. With a husky grunt he shoved his throbbing fuckslab balls deep in her cunt, letting her feel his fat cockhead stir the bubble of cum trapped in her womb.

"Ungh, gimme… ung, gimme your hand!" he demanded as he leaned over her back.

His fingers slid up her arm and found her left hand. There a beautiful diamond encrusted band glittered upon her finger. Asmodai caught it and slid it slowly up her finger. Fionna gasped with shock even as her pussy clenched hard and tight around his cock. Marcellus produced a muffled sound of frantic protest while Asmodai removed the wedding band from her finger.

"Pretty sure I've fuckin' destroyed your wedding vows," Asmodai hissed in her ear, "Broke 'em soon as my cock went balls deep in your cheating white cunt. Ain' that right?"

"Y-yess!" the married white woman gasped and moaned helplessly, trembling around the bulk of his huge black boycock buried in her pussy, "I-I don't care anymore. I'll give up a-all my vows… just d-don't stop breeding me!"

"Yeah?" Asmodai growled in her ear, "You love my cock more than your wimpy hubby?"

"I love it s-so much more!" the formerly-married white woman babbled eagerly, "Your big black cock is so much better than him!"

Asmodai planted the ring on the bench between Marcellus' legs, just beneath his dripping white dicklet. The man sobbed brokenly as he watched the diamond ring twinkle spitefully up at him. The little boy dug both his hands into Fionna's hair and yanked back hard on her golden mane. She gasped as her spine arched and she was forced to look straight up. Right at the vast symbol of the Eternal Star emblazoned above them.

"What about that bitch huh?" Asmodai demanded savagely, bucking and grinding his hips against Fionna's ass to keep stirring her cumbloated belly, "What about your vows to her!?'

"Thea!" Fionna squeaked aloud, "My goddess! I forsake her for your cock! Anything for your cock!"

"Who's your god now bitch?" Asmodai sneered, drunk on power and high on lust.

"You are!" the priestess screamed ecstatically, "You're my god Asmodai! You're my little boy god!!"

"Fuck yes!" Asmodai howled with victory.

The fucking resumed at a fever pace. Using her golden mane like the reins on a horse, Asmodai rode the priestess full force. His giant black kiddy cock slammed brutally into her womb again and again. Her cumfilled belly bulged in the shape of his cockhead with every savage thrust. His grape-fruit sized nuts slapped against her clit. With every thrust, the barbells of his Jacob's Ladder piercing rubbed across her g-spot, intensifying her pleasure. Fionna gripped her husband's thighs for balance, and threw her fat white ass back to her underage lover. Willingly giving him her womb to help him fuck her even harder.

Whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!

The garden bench rocked and creaked. Marcellus sobbed and screamed behind his bonds. Fionna drooled in her husband's lap, ragged shrieks of whorish pleasure forced from her fat, pink, cocksucking lips. Asmodai railed her full force, pounding her holy pussy with the speed and fervor that only a child could deliver.

"Agh! Angh! Aah! Ah-angh! Agh! Aangh!" Fionna cried brainlessly.

At last the demon's tail coiled tightened her waist and the spade tipped end of it pressed to her abdomen right over her womb. A sudden flash of searing heat rippled through the priestess and she produced a shocked, agonized scream.

"Fuckin' cummin' !" Asmodai squeaked.

The eleven-year-old boy bucked hard against Fionna's ass and his massive black demon dick lurched inside her belly. A fresh explosion of breeding batter rocketed into the thick bubble of demon seed already filling her womb. Fionna's scream resounded throughout the rotunda as her eyes and mouth filled with light.

" Aaaaaaannnnnnnnnnggggggggaaaaaaaaaah! " the priestess' shriek echoed through the shrine.

A burst of illumination streamed from her face, a pillar that pulsed and flashed in time with the eruptions of Asmodai's cock. Every blast of chunky, piping hot cocksnot from the boy's bloated balls forced the very Light out of her body. Fionna felt the holiness leave her, her sacred magic expelled. The little black boy utterly desecrated her, such that her decades of sanctity and piety were rendered void. She gave it up willingly. Gladly. She screamed as she came and came hard while the demon prince fucked the Light right out of her.

By the time he was done, her belly was bloated even more than before. The spade tip of his tail peeled away from her skin. It left behind a mark stamped on her perfectly white skin. An indelible black spade tattooed over her womb. Slowly Asmodai released a shuddering sigh and let her hair slip through his fingers. Fionna flopped forward onto her husband's lap.

The bonds of light shattered now that the priestess no longer possessed the magic needed to maintain the spell. Marcellus slumped against the bench, freed yet humiliated. But one final indignity awaited him. Fionna looked up at him from his lap, her bright blue eyes brimming with tears of exhaustion and joy. Never in his life had the human man seen his wife so sexy or gorgeous. The display of her desecration had been the hottest and most revolting thing he'd ever witnessed.

Helplessly, pathetically he reached a hand down and gripped his dick. Two quick pumps was all it took, and then he too was cumming. With a wretched sob the bishop spewed his thin, watery, white cum load all over the bench. All over the wedding ring glimmering on the surface. Fionna watched and she panted for breath, making no comment at all as she observed her husband's final humiliation.

"What'd I say?" Asmodai snickered, "Pathetic."

With a long, loud slurp he dragged his huge black kidcock out of her pussy. The underage fuckstud sighed with relief once his cockhead popped free of her overstretched cunt. Fionna leaned her forehead against her husband's chest, panting and shivering while her destroyed fuckhole once more queefed the hot deluge of boyseed she simply couldn't contain.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry darling I'm… I'm sorry…" the priestess whispered brokenly.

Marcellus said nothing, and merely wept.

Asmodai stepped away from the marriage he had just destroyed. And turned toward his true prize. The Dawn Crystal gleamed above the silver basin and Asmodai approached it. Raising his hands he focused on the crystal and extended his magic. He felt it resist his hold. But the boy only focused harder and gripped it tighter. His telekinetic grasp pulled on the crystal and it began to shudder. A deep warning hum issued from the silver basin. A magical tether held the crystal in place, and allowed it to spread its magical energy all through the tower. And the tether was resisting.

Asmodai yanked harder, gritting his teeth. The stone beneath his feet crack and the crystal shuddered. With a lash of his tail and a savage boyish shriek he yanked hard. The crystal lurched from its place above the silver basin and tumbled through the air. As it fell it shifted rapidly in size, shrinking swiftly until it was no larger than a watermelon. Asmodai's little brown fingers caught the crystal in mid air and he howled in triumph!

"Mine!" he exclaimed, stamping his feet happily, "It's mine! Fuck yeah!"

He gave the crystal a toss and then clutched it close to his chest. Certain that he had what he'd come for, he turned and made for the stairs.

"Wait…!" came Fionna's cry.

Asmodai paused and glanced over his shoulder.

"I am…" the woman struggled to her feet, "I am coming with you."

"The hell you are!" Asmodai scoffed, "I had my fun. You got your kid. I'm outta here!"

"You…" she panted as she swept the sheet from the floor and wrapped it around her naked, dripping body, "You have taken far more from me than what we agreed, devil. I am… I am owed ."

The demon sucked his teeth in displeasure. Okay maybe he'd gotten carried away. Getting her to renounce her marriage and her faith. Branding her and forcing the light out of her had probably been a little much too. As much as he wanted to tell her to fuck off… his pride ass a demon prince wouldn't allow it to be said he'd made a bad deal.

"Fuuuck!" he groaned, "Look I gotta get outta here quick . How 'bout I give you something now and-"

"I am coming with you," she stated firmly as she approached with wobbling, but resolute strides, "There is nothing left for me here. If I am lucky, they will burn me at the stake. If I am not …," she didn't dwell on what other fates might await her if she stayed, "I have betrayed my husband, my people and my goddess. So I am coming with you. And you will be my new god."

"The fuck!?" Asmodai asked, "I wasn't fuckin' serious about that shit! I can't be your god! I'm eleven-years-old!"

"Then perhaps you should have thought of that before you fucked me senseless, young man," she countered with motherly sternness, "I will come with you. I will lead your worship. And I will expect you to be a better deity to me than Thea was."

Asmodai had no idea what to do with an offer like that. He loved the idea of having worshipers again. But the woman was also slamming a burden of responsibility down on his young shoulders. A burden he had no idea how to fulfill. But there wasn't time to argue. With a low hum the lights in the rotunda began to flicker and dim. Proof that the tower was losing power. Soon the whole bastion would know what had happened up here. Asmodai and his friends needed to be long gone before that happened.

" Fuck !" he stomped a foot, "Fine! Whatever! But you better keep up! I'm not slowin' down for you!"

With that he dashed for the stairs. Fionna cast one glance back at her husband. Marcellus gazed back, his eyes hollow and sunken, his soul utterly broken. The blonde woman squared her shoulders and pushed her hair back from her brow. With the regality of a queen she turned her back on him, and then strode from the sanctum to follow her new god.

Notes:

Asmodai really went wild this time! And he finally got himself a new worshiper. But the story is only just getting started. Find out how the adventure continues next week on Shota Quest!

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Chapter 13: Chapter 13 - Level Up

Summary:

In which the boys get new powers, and have a lovely spa day.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 13 - Level Up

One week later…

"Well, you guys did your part," Cayden nodded, "Time for me to make good on my end."

The four boys stood in the throne room of Castle Shota. Their escape from the Bastion of Light had gone off without a hitch. With the aid of their gremlin guides, the three little boys with their human 'captives' had crossed the Bazonga Mountains once again. And returned to the safety of Castle Shota.

The chamber in which they now stood was clearly the heart of the citadel. Comfortable chairs, couches and benches lined the walls. Plush carpets rolled to and fro across the room. Large crenelated pillars held up the ceiling, each supported by a statue of a beautiful winged boy. Stained glass windows let in multicolored light, and each window appeared to be a mural depicting heroic young boys vanquishing a variety of enemies.

The center of the room featured a wide round table, set with many opulent seats. The largest of these was a marble throne. The throne's back was framed by reliefs of winged boys leaning to either side of it blowing trumpets triumphantly. Upon this throne sat Cayden Folais, the young Hero and keeper of Castle Shota. To his left Asmodai lounged in a chair with his bare brown feet propped up on the table. To his right Moku'un sat in his own chair, leaned forward with his elbows on the table. Kotaro sat beside him enjoying a plate of mini-sweet rolls that had been brought to him by the castle's new bovine maid.

"Thanks Daisy-Mae," Kotaro smiled at the minotaur woman, who bowed and scurried off.

Between Cayden's hands floated the Dawn Crystal. His palms hovered over the dungeon core while needle-thin beams of white light stretched from his fingertips to the crystal. He moved his fingers to and fro, as if playing a musical instrument while his bright blue eyes gazed into the depths of the crystal.

"About fuckin' time," Asmodai muttered, and then rolled his eyes when Cayden gave him a cross look, "Look I'll admit yer the boss 'round here if you just put up with my cussin'."

"I suppose that would be a victory," Cayden sighed as he shook his head, "In any case. You brought me the dungeon core. So now I can give you more powers."

"Ooo we get powers!" Moku'un bounced excitedly.

"Course you do," Cayden chuckled, "You guys didn't notice anything different about yourselves during your adventure?"

"Ya mean how I've got parlor tricks instead of phenomenal cosmic power?" Asmodai asked with thinly veiled annoyance.

"I did notice that I got stronger," Moku'un flexed his fingers experimentally, "And Kotaro seemed really good at moving quiet and sneaky…"

"My mom's a shinobi," Kotaro nodded his head, "She taught me things."

"Those are the benefits of being Adventurers," Cayden chuckled, "Let's just say, you're on your way to becoming heroes in your own right."

"What, like you and what's-his-face?" Moku'un asked.

"Hah, not quite," Cayden nodded, "I'm pretty sure only people from my world can technically be Heroes. Since you're native to Juvenal, you would be like… NPC party members or maybe Bosses..."

"Jokes on you," Asmodai stretched casually, "I've always been a boss."

" Anyway , the one real advantage that Heroes and Bosses have over everyone else is how we get stronger," Cayden chuckled, "For most people it can take a lifetime to really get good with a sword. But Heroes and Bosses get to take a shortcut. That's why I empowered you with the dungeon core before you guys left."

"You mean us being Shotas and Adventurers?" Kotaro nodded his head, "I remember that."

"Mhm," Cayden answered, "And now that I have a brand new dungeon core, I can give you guys even more . A little something called Experience. Normally you gotta run around and smack people a lot, or learn how to cook, or make lots of friends or fight really scary monsters to get the stuff. Buuut we're gonna skip a few steps here and just give it to you."

"How does a dungeon core give someone Experience?" Moku'un asked, "Isn't that like… things you've done? Places you've been?"

"Remember how I said that each core makes a resource?" Cayden smiled, "Knowledge is a resource. And there are cores that make nothing but knowledge. This isn't one of them. But one thing I learned when I came here is that dungeon cores are linked. There's a network between them. And you can use that network to do special stuff. Like use a core that normally just makes light, and link it to a core that makes knowledge."

"Ooo, that sounds clever!" Kotaro smiled brightly.

"Thanks," Cayden chuckled, "Only problem is, making a core do something it's not supposed to do uses up its energy. I've found you can link cores, communicate through them, even teleport from one core to another. But every time you do, you use up the core a little more. When the core is depleted, it goes into recharge mode and you can't use it again for a loooong time.."

"But we can just get more cores… right?" Moku'un asked.

"Yes and no," Cayden nodded, "Yes, we can find more cores. But also no cause they don't just grow on trees. Each dungeon only has one core. And there are only so many dungeons out there. So we gotta be careful how we use up cores. Can't guarantee we'll always just be able to find another."

"So like… what's the plan here?" Asmodai asked, "Like I'm all for getting more power. But how do we shut down this Hero and the Lightlanders for good?"

"That…is where things get complicated. But it'll go a little something like this…" Cayden explained.

His fingers shifted over the core and a bead of light raced across the surface of the table. It reached the center of the round table and then blossomed into a vast display of a slowly rotating globe. The globe depicted land and seas, mountains and islands, plains and coasts. Asmodai leaned forward with interest as Moku'un and Kotaru both gave awe struck coos of amazement.

"This is a map of the world," Cayden explained, "This is Juvenal. Right now, we're right here," he pointed and a beam of light flashed from his fingertip to draw a circle on the map, "At Castle Shota on the continent of Juvenland. Everything you see to the southwest is all Lightlander territory. Now somewhere in there is the Summoning Stone, the dungeon core that allows the Lightlanders to summon Heroes. It's been disconnected from the core network and I don't know where to find it. But I know who does."

The hologram shifted. No longer was it a globe, but instead it depicted a delicious brown elven woman. Dark bronze skin contrasted with her golden blonde locks, which were pulled up tightly atop her head in a stately bun. She wore a white gown that only barely kept her decent, leaving the sides of her ample brown breasts and deep cleavage completely on display. Long legs of burnished bronze flexed with easy definition. Long slits up the legs of the gown left her fertile hips on display, while the back draped over her enormously fat ass. Golden lipstick painted her full, broad lips and gilded spectacles sat upon her aquiline nose. Across her skin flickering motes like distant stars glimmered and gleamed as the image steadily rotated before them.

"This is High Enchanter Yazata Mornstar," Cayden continued, "Once, she was the chief arcane advisor here at Castle Shota. I sent her away when I banished all the others. In the last ten years Yazata has started a school of some sort. The uh…" he paused as he raised a palm and summoned one of those odd glowing boxes filled with glyphs in front of his palm, " The Mornstar Academy for Spellcraft & Magery. Goddess that's a mouthful Yaz…" he sighed and laughed as he shook his head, "Anyway. Very few people will know where to find the Summoning Stone. Yazata will be one of them."

"So… could you just call her and tell her to come back?" Moku'un asked.

"I tried," Cayden sighed, "She isn't taking my calls. I'm not really surprised. She took it harder than most when I cleared out the castle. We were uh… kind of a thing. I sorta had to break up with her to get her to leave…"

"You were dating that fine piece o' elf ass?" Asmodai exclaimed, "Respect!"

"I used to have a lot of 'girlfriends' I guess you could say," Cayden blushed a little shyly, "But the point is, you guys are gonna have to go and get her. And bring her back here."

"We can't just like… ask her nicely?" Kotaro asked, "What if we brought her flowers? Girls like flowers!"

"Yazata is one of the most powerful mages the Lightlanders have," Cayden sighed, "She will be well guarded, and even if she wanted to help us they probably wouldn't let her. So you're going to kidnap her, and bring her back here."

"Won't the Lightlanders just try to come get her back?" Moku'un asked.

"They can sure as hell try," Cayden laughed, "I think they still remember how badly their last siege went. No once she's here, she'll be safe and we can talk to her," he looked to Kotaro and gave the youngest boy a nod, "And I promise I'll have flowers for her."

That seemed to improve the oni boy's mood a good deal and he looked to Moku'un and Asmodai to see their thoughts. Moku'un squinted thoughtfully then shot a glance to Asmodai. And he could see that the demon boy was thinking the same thing.

"If we gotta get past her guards…" Moku'un said, "We're gonna need a lot more of that Experience stuff you were talking about. Like a lot more. I'm pretty sure we just got lucky at the Bastion. If we gotta fight the kind of guards that'll be protecting a big shot like her…"

"I've already got that worked out," Cayden chuckled, "Don't you worry. You'll get your Experience and a whole new set of gear. Speaking of whiiiich, you should go see your ladies. I have them each working on a project for you guys. Once you're done with them, I'll be done here and we can get you your power ups."

"Well what the hell are we sittin' around here for!?" Asmodai scoffed as he hopped to his feet, "Let's get powered up!"

"Oooone last thing before you guys go," Cayden raised a hand, "You got a plan for what to do with the humans you brought back?"

The other three boys paused and shared a glance. After a mutual shrug and a couple murmurs, Kotaro turned his gaze back to Cayden.

"Can't they live here?" the oni boy asked hesitantly.

"Do you think we can trust them?" Cayden arched an eyebrow, "They're still Lightlanders after all."

"They seem… nice?" Kotaro suggested.

"You robbed their tower, took them captive… I don't even want to know why the blonde keeps calling you 'her new god'," Cayden shot a glare at Asmodai.

"Oh it's a great story!" Asmodai grinned, "See what had happened was-"

"The acolyte might be alright," Cayden interrupted, "But the paladin and the reverend mother have been loyal to the Lightlands for a long time. What makes you think we can trust them not to run off and betray us at the first possible moment?"

"Leave the bitches to me," Asmodai sighed and rolled his eyes, "I think I've got enough magic now to make sure they won' snitch. I definitely will if you get me that power boost you were talking about."

"And I can talk to Cecil," Moku'un nodded as he rubbed the back of his head, "I agree with Kotaro. He seems nice at least. I think if we make friends with him, we can trust him. And then he might help make sure his sister can be trusted too."

"If you say so," Cayden shrugged, "I'll let you guys handle it then. Go see the girls, and then we'll get you sorted out."

The boys gave their young mentor a nod and a wave, and then made their way out of the throne room.

—--

"H-hhnn… mommy I-I'm gonna cum again!" Kotaro moaned aloud.

"Hah, you really are a quick shot huh…?" Asmodai snickered breathlessly.

"You are in no position to talk, bratling," Eris scolded her little brother, "I know your friend is cute, but focus on your own balls instead of his."

Asmodai gave an embarrassed growl but said nothing. The three boys lay on massage tables in the castle's northern tower. Here a parlor had been made into a spa, just above the castle's bath house. The massage tables had been modified with a large padded hole cut in the center. Through the hole each of the boy's heavy cock and balls hung freely, rock hard and pointed straight down. Beneath them five gallon glass jugs sat awaiting filling. And Kotaro's was already half full.

"Mnnn… G-Greta…" Moku'un complained, "I get what you're doing but… ungh… d-do they have to watch!?"

The goblin knight was dressed down out of her armor, and lay on the table behind Moku'un. She currently had her face buried between the orc boy's plump green cheeks. She had stuffed her arms beneath him, her small hands gripping the base of his cock and his thick bloated balls. Her hands stroked the fat root of his throbbing green fuckpole, and squeezed firmly around his heavy sloshing jizztanks.

"Mmmssslrp," was her only response.

Her tongue was deep in his ass. The goblin woman gave a wanton moan as she buried her nose deeper between his cheeks, reveling in the taste of the little orc boy's asshole. Her plush lips smooched and kissed at his taught donut ring. Greta tilted her head and groaned wetly as her tongue rolled slowly and deeply in his anal cavity, pumping back and forth as she tonguefucked the horny little orc.

"Who knew the cute little stud liked it up his ass huh?" Thora grinned from where she sat across the room.

"Definitely something to remember," Thala smirked as she slowly and hungrily licked her lips.

"D-don't watch meee!" Moku'un complained to the gremlin sisters.

"Ungh, I kinda like the audience," Asmodai chuckled, "Nnrn… fuck, it's gonna make me nut…"

"Like it doesn't already stink in here from all the smelly boyseed," Thala teased, "Gonna let out more of that nasty nutsludge kiddo?"

"U-uh huh…" Asmodai groaned, "F-fuck… Eris, I'm gonna…"

"Just do it already," his sister sighed from beneath the table.

Eris sat on her knees, her corset undone with her heavy brown tits out and fully on display. Her palms pressed to either side of her enormous breasts and she squeezed them tightly around Asmodai's big black cock. With firm pushes, squeezes and pumps she stroked him off with her fat tits. The demon boy shivered with every stroke of his big sister's slutudders. Her dark nipples were firm and erect, and his pre-cum had smeared a sloppy mess in her cleavage.

"Uuungh!" the demon boy moaned in orgasm.

Eris nuzzled her face into her brother's bloated black balls. Her long demonic tongue extended and rolled over his sweaty shotanuts, worshiping them and encouraging her little brother to unload every drop he had. The loud splatter and splurt of his steaming cockslop hitting the inside of the glass jug was audible throughout the room. The jug had already been a third of the way full. Now it was two-third's full of boiling, bubbling demon nutsludge. Eris hummed with approval and leaned back away from him, letting the demon boy's fuckhose finish its sputters into the jug.

"Impressive as always, bratling," she hummed as she dragged her tongue up the length of his cock, the slick appendage wriggling between the barbells of his cock piercings, "But you've got to catch up with your friends. Serafina, your turn."

"Wh-why do you need so much of our cum?" Moku'un asked with a husky moan.

His own jug was still waiting to be properly filled. But a thick puddle of smelly orcish pre-cum already covered the bottom of the jug. His fat green fucklog oozed and spit ropes of pre-nut, the hot, thick stench of orc cum wafting out of the jug every time he spilled into it.

"To make your equipment, of course," Seiko explained patiently, "Ah, Kotaro-kun. No resisting. Be a good boy and cum for mommy yes?"

The kistune stood beside the massage table, looking regal and proper. Her lavender kimono hugged her curves while her hands lay upon Kotaro's little red body. One lightly stroked through his long white hair. The other was between his ass cheeks, two fingers buried deeply in his tight cute butthole. Beneath the table her long fluffy tails had wrapped tightly around his throbbing ten-inch fuckmeat. The appendages stroked him steadily, pumping up and down while she tenderly fingerfucked the little boy's asshole. Her soft digits lightly massaged his cum button, rubbing his prostate with motherly care to coax his load out of him.

"C-cummmiiing!" Kotaro moaned.

"It is a process called Essence Bonding," Seiko continued while Kotaro came hard under her touch, "In your quest, you will need equipment that is not only magical, but also brings out your strongest qualities. Weapons and armor that are deeply intune with their wielder are the strongest. Thus we must harvest your essences. And use them to craft the equipment you will need."

Kotaro's big red ogre cock shuddered and lurched as the loud liquid splatter of his fuckcream filling the jug echoed through the room. His crimson cumtanks surged over and over as heavy ropes of underage baby batter splurted into the jug. The half-full milk jug soon rose nearly to three-quarters full, and the thick smell of little boy dickslime redoubled in the spa. Steamy clouds of cumfumes were filling the chamber while the boys continued to be milked.

"Now my love," Serafina cooed as she took hold of Asmodai's tail, "I know you enjoy a bit of anal stimulation as well. Would you like me to rim you or finger you?"

"Ungh yeah, get that slutty tongue up my ass," Asmodai huffed, "And jerk me off while you do it."

"Of course love," Serafina smiled.

The elegant sorceress showed no hesitation as she buried her face in the little boy's ass. The middle aged woman moaned as her tongue lavished his tight black butthole with long wet licks. Her arms wrapped around the table, hands finding the thick pillar of his fat fuckpole. Pale fingers wrapped around his big black cock and she set to stroking and pumping him while she sloppily made out with his asshole.

"G-Greta I'm cumming…" Moku'un moaned.

"Do it, do it, do it!" the gremlin twins chanted.

Being cheered on to cum certainly pushed the orc boy over the edge. He gasped when Greta's tongue wiggled deeper into his ass. Her tongue tip licked his prostate, rolling her tastebuds over his cumbutton while she furiously pumped the root of his big green kidcock. His balls surged and a hot splatter of ludicrously thick nutbutter spewed into the jug beneath him. The cumstench was overpowering, undiluted by a body to catch the load.

The gremlin twins who were sitting closest coughed and moaned. It was clear they were enjoying the cumfumes. Thora slid a hand under her bikini top, playing with one of her dark purple nipples. Thala shamelessly dug a hand into her slingkini, fingers rubbing her pussy while they watched the orc boy blow his load into the milk jug. It was quite a sight, watching his stupidly thick cocksnot collect in the jug. His balljelly was too viscuous to run like a liquid. It stuck to the sides of the jar where it clung like tacky slime, jiggling like jello and barely sliding down to the bottom of the jar at all. What hit the bottom collected into a gooey slurry of potently smelling nutsludge. A hot, musky, gelatinous pool that nearly filled the jug half-way full with only his first load.

"Fuuuck he cums so much," Thora cooed, "Can you imagine that thing going off inside you?"

"Might kill me, but what a fuckin' way to go," Thala giggled.

"Mmphwaah!" Greta pulled her face from his ass and licked her lips, "Y-you two could help instead of making me do all the work."

"Nah we're enjoying the show," Thala laughed, "Milking the studs is your job remember?"

"We're just scouts," Thora pointed out, "On a 'trial basis' according to that bossy pretty boy of yours. Of course maaaybe if you guaranteed our stay here…"

"Ugh, I'll do it myself," Greta groaned as she rolled off the table and examined the jug, "Need a couple more from ya Mokie. How you want me to get it out next?"

"Mmngh…" Moku'un groaned, still recovering from nutting so hard, "C-Could suck my balls maybe?" he suggested breathlessly, "A-and a titjob too?"

"Comin' right up," Greta smiled cheerfully.

The little goblin didn't even need to duck as she stepped underneath the table. Pushing up on her tiptoes she could mash her face right into the little boy's huge green cumtanks. Moku'un groaned as he felt her wide mouth slurp one of his bloated nuts between her lips. His balls were already churning up a fresh load of overly thick kidcum. Her fat green tits encircled his huge throbbing fuckslab and she set to pumping them up and down his boybeef. The sexy shortstack hummed and moaned into his nuts while she jerked his cock with her goblin titties.

"Let's take stock shall we?" Eris suggested as she strode steadily across the room, heavy strings of demon seed hanging from her tits. She lifted a clipboard from an end table and inspected the writing upon it, "Greta needs two jugs of tanning oils, one of wood resin, and a vial of bone bleach. Seiko requires three varieties of inks, two types of adhesive and finishing wax. And Serafina and I need four vats of dye, a pot of fabric conditioner, and one jug of cutting fluid…"

She turned to the far wall of the spa, where three neat stacks of glass jugs were piled up. Each was marked with one of the boy's name. And each pile currently contained four jugs filled to the brim with warm gooey shotajizz.

"Yes I think this last jug each will do it," Eris nodded as she turned back to the boys, "How are they coming ladies?"

"M-mommy I caaaan't!" Kotaro was moaning.

"Just a moment Eris-san," Seiko said and leaned over Kotaro, "Kotaro-kun, just one more. This will help."

Her fingers pushed deeper up his cute little ass. The boy's back arched and his lips parted in a gasp. Immediately Seiko seized his lips with her own, and kissed the little red oni fervently. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and Kotaro moaned as his eyes rolled in his head. The adult kitsune smooched the ten-year-old boy wetly and hungrily. Their mouths opened wide while they dug their tongues deeply into one another, wetly grinding their slick muscles together and sloppily slurping at one another's saliva. Kotaro's eyes rolled back in his head a little at the intensity of the sloppy kiss from the gorgeous kitsune woman, moaning childishly into her mouth while she finger fucked his ass.

"Hmmn -mmmmnnph! " Kotaro mewled.

It turned out to be just the thing to make him cum one last time. A shuddering moan was muffled into her mouth as he started cumming hard. His hips bucked against the table as his big red fucktool spewed a fresh round of creamy oni-seed into the jug. The wet splatter and splutter of his kiddy cock filling the jug was truly obscene. As was the fact that he overfilled it. Hot rivulets of too-much boycum spilled down the sides of the jug, sloppily spilling to the floor. Seiko pulled her lips from his with a loud, wet smack and paused to lick the boy's face clean of the mixed saliva from their sloppy kiss.

"Ah, there we go Kotaro-kun," she praised him, "All done! You finished first. Good job!"

Kotaro released an exhausted moan and collapsed on the table. Seiko eased her fingers slowly out of his ass and then covered the boy with a blanket to let him rest. Reaching beneath the table she stoppered the jug with a cork and then gave a soft huff of effort as she lifted it into her arms.

"All finished," she reported, as she stole a lick from the side of the jar, and slurped up some of the overflowing fuckfroth.

"Excellent," Eris said as she checked Kotaro's name off the list, "Asmodai are you going to take all day or are you going to cum already?"

"Sh-shut up!" the demon prince snapped, "I-I'm almost there!"

Eris gave a bored sigh as her tail coiled beneath the table. The spaded tip pressed to the head of Asmodai's huge black fuckpole, and then wetly slithered inside his foreskin. The demon prince squeaked with surprise as her coils firmly peeled back his foreskin and exposed his sticky cockhead. The tail wrapped tightly around his exposed inches of fuckflesh. And then set to roughly pumping his cockhead hard and fast.

"F-fuuuck!" he gagged as his huge cock flexed, pulsed and twitched, "E-Eris! T-too much!"

"Shut up and cum !" his big sister demanded.

Asmodai's eyes rolled as he was overstimulated. Serafina moaned between his ass cheeks when his tight black bootyhole sucked loudly on her tongue. Her sloppy makeout with her demon prince's ass only got wetter and nastier as she worked her tongue in and out of his squeezing donut over and over. Her hands worked the base of his cock as Eris's tail roughly jerked off his exposed glans.

"Ghuuuh cuuummiiing!" Asmodai moaned boyishly.

The eleven-year-old twitched on the table as his huge breeding tool helplessly unloaded into the milk jug. The splatter of boiling boybatter filling the jug was loud and obscene. His hips lurched against the table, his ass squeezing and sucking on Serafina's tongue while his fuckpole bucked and flexed. The jug was swiftly overfilled and hot cumsteam rose from the jug as boiling ropes of kidjizz spilled down the side of the jug.

"Fuuuuuck…" the demon prince moaned, "L-let go! Let go I can't c-cum anymore!"

Eris smirked with triumph and her tail at last uncoiled from her brother's overstimulated cockhead. She drew back her tail to herself and dragged her tongue over the spade tip, cleaning her little brother's seed from her skin.

"Mmm, your ass is delicious as always love," Serafina cooed, "It is ever an honor to worship your boyhole."

Asmodai simply lay panting for breath while his huge black kidcock gave a few final shudders. Across the room Moku'un was shivering on his massage table as Greta firmly milked him with her fat goblin tits. The orc boy moaned as her hot mouth slurped loudly on his bloated kidnuts. The little woman showed no hesitation in sucking his twelve-year-old balls, moaning into his cumtanks as she hungrily gulped down his musky, childish nutsweat.

"S-so close…" Moku'un groaned, "I'm… uhn… a-almost there…"

"Oh fine I guess we can help," Thora sighed, "He is pretty cute when he's right on the edge like that."

"Makes me wonder how long he can hold an edge," Thala giggled, "What say we smooch on him n' help push him over."

Thora giggled and was quick to act on her sister's suggestion. Hopping up from her chair the little woman bounced over to the table, and the tiny violet-skinned barbarian pushed up on her tip toes. Moku'un had just enough time to gasp before the little tomboy mashed her mouth to his.

The orc boy moaned into Thora's mouth as his tongue was captured by her greedy lips. The woman moaned into the twelve-year-old's mouth, giving his tongue a wet blowjob and swallowing his saliva. A moment later she was joined by her sister, who nuzzled her cheek against the other gremlin's face.

"Gimme some of that," Thala huffed.

Moku'un moaned as Thala pushed her tongue into the corner of his mouth, and soon he found himself engaged in a sloppy three-way kiss. The sisters had no reservations about their mouths, lips and tongues touching each others. They traded saliva across his tongue, mashed their lips together with his. Moaned as they made out with him as much as with each other. From the sound of it, they were fingering themselves while they kissed him. A fact that absolutely sent Moku'un blowing over the edge.

"Mmph!" Greta squeaked from beneath the table while she wetly sucked and drooled all over his twitching nuts.

The little boy moaned into the two gremlin mouths as he helplessly unloaded his seed. Hot tar-thick boyseed rocketed into the jug as his huge green fuckpole started unloading between Greta's fat goblin tits. The little knight squeezed her huge udders tighter around his massive fucklog, making sure to squeeze and milk every drop out of the little boy as she suckled hard on his sloshing jizztanks.

From the hot mewls muffled into his mouth, Thora and Thala were getting themselves off too. Both little gremlin women shoved their tongues into the little boy's mouth, prying his lips open wider and sloppily mixing their saliva together. They gasped and panted hotly, slurping and licking and sucking desperately while their fingers furiously worked between their thighs.

The jug beneath the table overflowed with hot, tacky boycream. The overly thick ballslop spilled out of the mouth of the overfilled jug. Globs of hot cockjelly, rolled down the glass in dense cloying sheets of musky ballbatter. The orc boy moaned as his young nuts expelled their contents, the twelve-year-old's heavy cum factories giving up their excessive bounty. Finally he was finished and Moku'un collapsed to the table with a huff and a moan as the gremlin sisters broke the kiss.

"Fuck Moku'un," Thora giggled, "Your cum really does stink ."

"Mmm, stinks so goooood," Greta moaned from under the table.

Moku'un gasped when he felt the greedy goblin lick his girthy fuckbeef, her mouth closing over the head to slurp up the globs of kiddy jizz that were still in his urethra.

"Can say that again," Thala panted breathlessly, "Lemme know when you've recovered kiddo. I wanna ride a load or two outta you myself."

Moku'un gave an exhausted groan and simply waved his fingers in acceptance of her offer. Giggles were heard around the chamber as the women covered the worn out boys with blankets and left them to nap on the tables. Soon all three young adventurers were snoozing away, while the women made off with their gallons of spunk to get to work.

—--

Five days later…

"Alright," Cayden announced, "I think we're finally ready."

All of the castle's current occupants had gathered in the throne room. The Dawn Crystal dungeon core floated above the center of the round table, glimmering with bright golden light. Cayden sat on his throne as the three younger boys stood on the opposite side of the table. The rest of the castle's denizens stood in the wings of the room, watching with interest.

"I've taken what your friends have made for you and loaded it into the dungeon core," Cayden explained, "This should synch your equipment to your Experience, so you'll know exactly how to use and wear everything that was made for you. You guys ready?"

"Sure am!" Moku'un nodded firmly.

"Uh huh! Uh huh!" Kotaro fairly vibrated where he stood.

"Do it already!" Asmodai grumped, which earned a few chuckles and snickers from across the room.

"You asked for it," Cayden chuckled in return.

His hands raised and a field of glowing white boxes and symbols appeared before him. He performed several rapid taps and then pointed one finger at the Dawn Crystal. A beam of white light lanced from his finger into the crystal. The crystal in turn fired three golden beams straight into each of the three boys. All of them gasped as they levitated from the ground, cascading glimmers surrounding their bodies.

"Let the Experience pour through you," Cayden advised, "Don't try to think about it. Just let it flow into your mind, your muscles, your instincts. You began this journey as Adventurers. Now you are so much more."

As the boys floated a foot above the floor, glyphs and sigils blossomed above their heads. Only now, the children could read them. Moku'un gasped with awe as he beheld the markings and understood them.

"Moku'un, you are fierce, strong and you stand your ground no matter what," Cayden stated, "Welcome to the Class of the Warrior."

As Cayden spoke, Moku'un heard the deep chanting of orcish ancestors echoing to his ears. His eyes beheld an array of spectral warriors, armed and armored stepping forth to witness his ascension. Their chanting rose in pitch and fervor as they thumped their chests and stomped their feet, ending their war chant in a wild battle cry.

The cascades of light collapsed in on Moku'un and his garments transformed. Drakehide boots and gloves gird his extremities, the draconic scales of the garments glistening in hues of red and black. A thong and cocksleeve made of smooth shark skin wrapped around his massive green boydick, and tugged up snugly between the plump round cheeks of his ass. A necklace of shark's teeth and armlets decorated with wolf's fangs bound themselves around his neck and biceps. A harness made of sharkskin leather criss-crossed his slim emerald chest and his slender hips. His hatchet split apart and reformed into two separate weapons. They became Ironbark hafts bound with smooth calfskin leather. In place of a single stone blade, each haft now possessed enormous sawtoothed fangs, taken from the jaws of a wyvern and set into the hafts to turn them into twin wild axes. Fresh tattoos scrolled across his body, black ink marking his emerald skin. Depictions of crashing waves, busting suns and intricate weaves marked themselves upon his flesh, symbols of the experiences his body had just absorbed.

"Kotaro, you are swift and clever, agile and perceptive," Cayden went on, "I'm sure it comes as no surprise that yours is the Class of the Ninja."

The deep booms of taiko drums echoed in the distance as Kotaro closed his eyes. The pace of the drums increased while a mighty gong rang out. Shadows flicked to and fro behind his eyelids as the drumming rose to a fever pitch, before the shrill scream of a bamboo flute called them to silence.

The light collapsed in on Kotaro and he gasped with elation. Black thigh high socks made of shadeworm silk gird his slender legs, while matching elbow length bridal gloves wrapped around his arms. A thin silk mask bound across his mouth and nose, sheer enough that the details of his soft lips were still fully visible. A crop top of the same silk wrapped over his chest, the collar encompassing his neck, but the lower hem only just barely covered his nipples, leaving his slim red abdomen completely bare. A black silk fundoshi wrapped around his ogredick and pulled up tight between the cheeks of his ass, binding his heavy cock and balls into a firm bulging package between his slim thighs. A wide leather belt wrapped around his waist, supporting two bamboo scroll cases on either hip. Shin guards and fore-arm guards made of polished gloombark strapped to his arms and legs. His kunai shimmered and flashed and was transformed instead into a gleaming tanto shortsword, which slid into its sheath at the small of his back.

"Asmodai, you're a grade A asshole," Cayden chuckled truthfully, which garnered more laughs from around the room, "But you are cunning, ambitious and your will is unbreakable. All are qualities found in the Class of the Warlock."

Asmodai giggled quietly with wicked glee when the scent of brimstone reached his nose. From far below he could once again hear the wailing of tortured souls. Their cries and screams joined into a chorus of terrified worship, homage paid to the demon prince.

Sheer harem pants made of soulsatin wrapped around Asmodai's legs and hips. Golden anklets secured the garments at his ankles, while a hellhound-hide belt wrapped around his waist. The fabric of his pants was entirely see-through, and in the translucent material the faces of wailing souls could occasionally be seen. The garment did nothing to obscure the view of his massive black kidcock. A thick gold cockring wrapped around the root of his kiddy dick, fit snugly at the base of his fuckhose. More jewelry appeared on him in the form of golden stud piercings in his lips and eyebrows, several rings along his ears, and gleaming barebells through his taut black nipples. Elbow sleeves made of blood-red soulsatin matched the tiny half vest that lay over his shoulders, its high collar framing his neck and jaw. A similar satin sleeve gloved half of his tail, with gold rings at either end of the sleeve decorating his lashing appendage. The demon boy received no weapons. Instead a brilliant red opal stone, the size of one of his own eyeballs, manifested above his horned brown. It fastened itself to his forehead and flashed brightly as hellish heat gleamed in its shimmering facets.

The beams of light faded away and each of the children was lowered back to their feet. Above each of the boy's head the name of their Class appeared, as well as a number.

"Warrior, Level 20," Moku'un read aloud as he looked up above his head, "What does that mean?"

"Hah, in my world "level" is something we use to show how strong something is," Cayden explained, "Your boys were level 5 when I gave you your Adventurer class, which is about the same level as the average Lightlander soldier. So you're all a lot stronger now. The highest level you can be is 60. Well… in the main campaign anyway. Level cap is higher with the expansion packs and…" when the other kids deadpanned him, Caydan waved his hands and chuckled, "What I mean is… we've got a ways to go. But if you guys bring me more dungeon cores, I can keep boosting you just like this and you'll get there in no time."

"I do feel different…" Kotaro said as he flexed his fingers, "Way different…"

On an instinct his hand swept to one of the scroll cases at his hip. His fingertips withdrew an ofuda paper charm from the case and with a puff of smoke it transformed into three black iron shuriken. With a rapid flick of his arm he threw it, sending the trio of stars sailing in separate arcs across the throne room. With rapid thunks, each shuriken landed in the eye of one of the winged statues that decorated the chamber.

"Whoa…" Moku'un blinked, "That was sick! Lemme try…"

The little orc stepped forward and gripped the huge round table with his small green hands. The table was easily five feet in radius and made of solid oak. With a light grunt he lifted its legs from the ground. Stepping forward he ducked his head and better seated the weight on his palms and shoulders. His wiry limbs flexed and with a heave the twelve-year-old boy hoisted the entire table above his head. He held it there without effort and then set it back down neatly on its feet.

"Ooooo," Kotaro applauded happily.

"You think that's something, watch this!" Asmodai smirked.

He spread his hands and levitated off the ground. He hung suspended a foot in mid air, floating with ease. With a sweep of his palm a burst of fire erupted around him, burning in a bright ring of blazing flame. Asmodai cackled loudly as he made the fires flash to and fro around himself in whorling circles of flame, before he closed his fists and quelled the blaze. Slowly he levitated back down to the ground and gave a satisfied nod.

" That is more like it," the demon boy grinned.

"I thought you'd be pleased," Cayden nodded to them, "Which is good. Because it's time for you to take on your next mission."

"We gotta go find miss Mornstar right?" Moku'un surmised, "And figure out how to bring her back here?"

"That's exactly right," Cayden nodded, "And thanks to our new allies, I know exactly where to send you. Reverend Mother? Would you tell them what you told me?"

All eyes shifted as Reverend Mother Fionna Wynne stepped forward. The woman had undergone a minor make-over in the last week of living at Castle Shota. A lurid approximation of a nun's habit now clothed her goddess-like figure. She stood on glossy black pumps, garbed in black lace lingerie and very little else. Black thigh-high stockings supported by lacy garter straps drew the eye up to the black lace thong that was swallowed by the fat cheeks of her pale white ass. Long black gloves gird her arms from fingertip to shoulder, while a white coif and a black nun's veil contained her abundant long blonde locks. A high white collar around her neck supported long white stoles that spilled over her chest. It was apparent that she wore no bra at all, and the stole alone hid her bright pink nipples from view. The ample heft of her massive tits were fully visible to either side of the draping cloth. A rosary dripped from her fingers, while small earrings dangled from her ear lobes.

The rosary, earrings and her stole all bore the symbol of her new faith. A prominent black spade. To match the womb tattoo that was fully visible upon her pale abdomen.

"Enchantress' Mornstar's academy is among the Lightlander's best kept secrets," Fionna explained, "Though its existence is well known, its location is not as it is constantly in motion. Yazata laid claim to an airborne dungeon. A flying citadel called the Clockwork Menagerie. Thanks to its dungeon core, It is constantly in motion. Many of my former faith's acolytes study there to cross train their magical abilities."

"I'm going there next year!" Cecil pipped up gleefully.

"New students are able to use spell portals to go to and from the Academy," Fionna went on, "But they may only do so with one of Yazata's enchanted invitations."

"We got any of those?" Moku'un asked.

"We don't," Cayden said, "But what we do have is a dungeon core. I can use it to teleport you straight to the Menagerie's core. The problem then, is getting out. Without control of their dungeon core, I can't teleport you back here. Fortunately, the Menagerie is still a functional dungeon."

"What do you mean, 'functional dungeon'?" Asmodai squinted.

"I told you that some dungeons were populated by your people for their resources right? But others were empty?" Cayden said, "Well, there's a third kind of dungeon. One that is still occupied by the original owners. The ancient civ left behind protectors. Sort of uh… statues that come alive with magic. We call them 'automatons'."

"So this Yazata-sensei has living statues protecting her!?" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Yes,but they shouldn't be anything you can't handle with your new level ups," Cayden explained, "This works in our favor though. There should be a 'statue' in that dungeon called an AutoMind, that controls the dungeon, the other statues and the dungeon core. If you can get to it, I can talk you through how to convert it to work for you."

"How are ya gonna talk us through it?" Moku'un inquired.

"I believe Asmodai mentioned some kind of mind-bonding ritual?" Cayden asked.

The three Outlander boys looked at each other, and then burst out giggling. The white boy tilted his head in confusion as the other kids snickered.

"Is that not right?" the blonde asked.

"Nah," Asmodai chuckled, "It'll work juuuust fine."

"Why don't I like the way you said that?" Cayden squinted at him suspiciously.

"Don't worry about it," Moku'un smirked, "We'll make sure to do the ritual before we head out."

"So we gotta get this AutoMind, so we can come back home…" Kotaro counted on his fingers, "Then find Miss Yazata somewhere in this Menagerie place?"

"Yes, but that should also be easier once you have the AutoMind," Cayden nodded, "It should be able to tell you where to find her. And how to get to her. After that it'll be up to you to sneak around and not get noticed by the students or other Lightlanders living there."

"I can handle that," Kotaro smiled, "I'm good at sneaking."

"Then I guess that's everything," Cayden nodded, and then looked to the rest of the room, "Thanks everyone for coming. Uh… make yourselves at home around here. If nobody has said it yet… welcome to Castle Shota."

There were general responses and murmurs of thanks and acceptance all around. With the meeting adjourned, the young blonde hero turned to look at the other children.

"So… about this ritual?" Cayden asked.

The other boys shot each other glances as Asmodai held up a hand and manifested a large brass ring above his palm.

"Alright pretty boy," the demon boy grinned, "Drop yer pants."

Notes:

Who needs to grind when you've got cheat codes right guys? The boys are well on their way to becoming mighty! See how their adventure continues next week on Shota Quest!

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Chapter 14: Chapter 14 - AutoMatron

Summary:

In which the boys infiltrate the Clockwork Menagerie, and face a powerful dungeon boss.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 14 - AutoMatron

The next day…

"Another wave, incoming!" Moku'un shouted aloud.

"I see 'em!" Asmodai grumbled, "Gimme cover! I need time to cast!"

The Clockwork Menagerie was among the great wonders of Juvenal. For ages people had gazed into the sky and wondered at the floating construct of brass spheres and bronze cogs that drifted through the heavens. It was only on rare occasions that the Menagerie settled to earth, allowing explorers to investigate the automated wonders therein. What lay inside were strange machines, paintings and sculptures made of light, and glass panes that displayed sights and sounds from all across Juvenal.

At present the three boys found themselves in the heart of the dungeon, within the core chamber itself. In the center of the room a giant armillary sphere hung suspended in mid-air, it's many rings and cogs spinning and whorling in concentric circles. Smooth bronze plates covered the floor and a domed ceiling stretched out overhead. Four circular doors lay in the walls of the room. It was through these irises that a new wave of hostiles approached.

"D'ya think we made them mad?" Kotaro asked as he whipped a fresh ofuda charm from one of his scroll cases.

The little oni unrolled the scroll and ran his fingers over the calligraphy inked onto the paper. The inked characters lifted off the page and transformed into gleaming, black-iron shuriken.

"I did exactly what Cayden told me to," Moku'un said, "I found the glowing green glass window thingy, and I pressed the button that said 'recall'."

The system is unshackled, Cayden's thoughts drifted to them, The automaton's aren't bound to it. Yazata must be letting them operate independently. That's why the recall didn't work.

"Yeah I got no idea what any of those words mean!" Asmodai snapped back.

It means Yaz didn't enslave the automatons working here, Cayden explained quickly, Which, honestly? Good for her… Ah, but don't worry. If you beat enough of the system's soldiers, the auto-mind will have to come investigate anyway. So you'll be doing this the hard way.

"Got that right," the little orc grumbled.

Four new squadrons of the Menagerie's defenders barreled through the doorways. Each bore the appearance of a beautiful woman with marble-white metallic skin. Seams across their bodies indicated where joints attached and metal plates had been grafted. Ribbons of light flashed through the seams, displaying the animating energies within each creature. They wore black latex leotards black marked with hexagonal patterns. Each carried a steel cylinder that projected a three-inch wide, blue magic circle. Out of the magic circle sprouted a two foot long, single edged blade made of glowing blue hexagons folded into the shape of a sword. These energy swords produced deadly hums of energy as the soldiers wielded them against the boys.

"Followin' you Moku'un," Kotaro announced.

"Raaaaah!" the little orc warrior shrieked as he charged the automatons.

With a fanged axe in either hand the young orc sprang forward. His weapon swung to counter the incoming glowing blade of one soldier, and blocked another. With two vicious kicks he sent the automatons sprawling across the floor. He ducked beneath the swing of another enemy, and he flashed his weapon upward. The axe fangs tore through metal and latex, rending the robot-soldier open. She stumbled back, glowing strands of glyphs and circles flickering and flashing inside her before she collapsed to the ground unmoving.

Six shuriken whizzed past him, thunking into the soldier women that had moved in to take the place of the others. As the automatons stumbled backward Moku'un set upon them, his fanged axes cleaving their heads off in two rapid swings. A moment later Kotaro was at his side, his tanto flashing in swift underhanded sweeps to slice the arms off another before he kicked her body away.

"They just keep coming!" Kotaro called out, "Az are you ready?"

"Come forth, oh reaching shades!" the demon boy intoned, "Shadow Grasp!"

Asmodai levitated off the floor, black circles of burning demonic energy swirling beneath his bare feet. His tail coiled behind him as the shadows in the corners of the room deepened and darkened, bringing with them a foreboding sense of dread. The demon prince threw his head back while his eyes blacked over and inky tears spilled down his face. Out of the shadows surged a morass of huge reaching hands. Ink black digits crawled across the walls, impossibly long arms stretching forth from every shadow in the room. The hands gripped the thresholds of the doors and wrenched their metal frames shut, bending the brass until it was a crumpled barrier. Two doors were swiftly destroyed in this fashion and the hands converged on a third.

"Cool yeah I didn't need to be able to sleep tonight," Moku'un grumped at the nightmarish display.

"You want me to stop the automa-whats or not!?" Asmodai growled as he continued to channel his spell.

Don't destroy them all, Cayden's voice warned, The auto-mind still needs to be able to reach you .

"Yeah yeah pretty boy," Asmodai grit his teeth, "Just… nrr… narrowing their options!"

The third door collapsed as it was torn asunder, the inky shadow hands ripping bronze and brass a slag heap of broken metal completely blocked off the entrance.

"That oughta slow 'em down," Asmodai huffed, blinking the darkness from his eyes as the shadow hands receded, "Needed time to conjure that many at once. I'm liking these new spells though," he grinned.

"Glad you're having fun," Moku'un panted lightly, "Help us with the stragglers!"

The remaining drone women charged, their heels clicking rapidly across the bronze deck plates as they approached. One swept her sword at Kotaro who swiftly drew two fingers in front of his face. In a chuff of smoke he vanished, replaced by a log of wood that fell heavily to the ground. A moment later he was behind her and his tanto slashed her through the back and sent her tumbling to the ground.

Asmodai's palms clapped together and he shaped his fingers into an O-ring. A mote of roiling purple energy manifested between his hands and then streamed outward as a screaming blast of wailing souls. The Fear Bolt tore through two oncoming soldiers, scrapping them on contact and sending them to the floor in piles of broken stone.

Moku'un dueled the final two automaton warriors, who flashed their swords at him in rapid strikes and sweeps. The little orc deflected, blocked and parried as fast as he could, and grit his teeth in frustration. Deep within his chest he could feel the rising fury of his orcish ancestors, a deep din of ancient voices clamoring in his heart. Suddenly one voice rose above all the rest and he stomped his foot as he reared his head back and then lunged forward.

"Roo- daaah !!" he bellowed aloud.

The ghostly apparition of a female orcess flashed around his body, her tusked jaws opened wide in a powerful shout. A wave of concussive force rippled out from the little orc, blowing the automaton's back as the sound wave became a powerful forceful push. They were sent sprawling to the ground. With a wild cry Moku'un sprang upon them, sinking his axe fangs deep into their chests. With a huff he ripped the blades out and watched the automatons cease to move.

"That's… another wave down," the little orc huffed as he wiped his mouth across the back of his glove, "Let's focus that door and mow the rest down as they come in."

"Yeah uhm… where are they?" Kotaro observed.

The three boys turned to the final door. And found that the passage beyond was strangely empty. No fresh wave of sexy robot women coming to greet them. No click of heels or tromp of boots. Just silence. But they did not have to wait long for the silence to be broken. In moments the sound of approaching stiletto heels reached their ears. A single pair, striding toward them with purpose.

"All units, withdraw for refit and repair," a completely monotone female voice spoke, the faintest hint of a metallic reverb underlying every word, "Activating ley-line limiter release. Authorizing gnosis drive level one."

The air in the room thrummed with energy, and for a brief moment the boys could see visible pulsing matrices of hexagonal light flicker through the air. Glowing nets of hexagons covered the fallen bodies of the automated women, and with cascades of tiny glowing pixels they vanished. The approaching figure emerged from the corridor and entered the room.

She easily would have stood six feet tall, were it not for the high heeled boots which added an additional four inches of heights. Her black latex boots rose so high on her thighs they nearly reached her broad, curvy hips. A single black patch of latex covered her cunt, supported by hair-thin strings that curved over her hips up to her waist. The tiny straps were absolutely swallowed by her massive dumptruck of an ass. Her huge spheres of alabaster cheekmeat wobbled and jiggled with her every sauntering step. Her flesh was bare from her hips to her bust, revealing marble white skin laced with glimmering seams that showed where her parts had been grafted together. Whomever had sculpted her had given her a heaving pair of tits so enormous that each was twice the size of her own gorgeous head. A tumult of snow white hair spilled down her back to her waist. Her eyes lacked ordinary pupils and irises. Instead a series of oscillating, concentric black rings could be seen in her eyes, narrowing and expanding as her gaze focused on each of the three boys.

A white latex crop top struggled to contain her massive mammaries, and featured a slit in the center that left her seam laden marble cleavage exposed. Black gloves sleeved her arms from her fingertips to her shoulders. Thick black armor plates of an unknown metal fit over her forearms, her shins, her thighs and her shoulders. A combat harness wrapped around her abdomen, featuring large pouches that rode on her hips and at the small of her back. The molded grip of a weapon jutted from the holster strapped to her thick, juicy thigh.

"Gnosis drive online," she spoke, her eyes glowing with icy blue light, "Ley-particle nodes charged. Unit: Anima. Ready for combat," she stated as black metal plates manifested around her head, and then closed into a sleek helmet of glossy obsidian.

"Uh Cayden…?" Kotaro asked nervously, "What's going on?"

That… is not an auto-mind, Cayden announced, That is an AutoMatron. That's a big problem.

"What's the difference?" Moku'un asked as he grit his teeth.

The auto-mind would be a lot easier to deal with, Cayden explained, An AutoMatron can do the same job, but it can fight. And fight hard. You're in the bear's den… and you just woke the mama bear.

"Nothing we can't handle!" Asmodai crowed.

The demon boy summoned swirling purple energy between his palms once more. With a crack of his tail he thrust his hands forward and a Fear Bolt flashed at the tall voluptuous gynoid. The woman moved with shocking speed. Her left arm swung up in front of her and a shield of glowing blue hexagons blossomed in front of her forearm. The shield took the blow from the Fear Bolt, and the hellish energy splashed harmlessly to all sides. The gynoid lowered her hard-light shield and drew the weapon from her hip. It looked like one of the sword hilts the other soldiers wore. But this one produced a louder hum when it activated. And manifested a double-edged energy blade some five-feet in length.

"Combat mode, engaged," she responded dispassionately.

The next moment she disappeared from sight. At the same time, Kotaro vanished in a puff of smoke. A heartbeat later, he emerged from smoke in front of Asmodai to raise his tanto and block. Just as the tall silver-haired woman reappeared in front of the boys. The little oni parried her humming light-blade with the steel of his tanto. The force of the attack threw him backward into Asmodai, sending both boys tumbling end over end across the floor.

"Kota!" Moku'un shrieked in alarm.

"I'm okay!" Kotaro coughed as he rolled to his feet and reverse gripped his tanto, "Careful! She's fast !"

"Fucking bitch ," Asmodai swore as he pushed himself up, "Fine, that's how you wanna play!"

His fingernails raked the brass plates of the floor, and sparks fanned forth into roaring flames. With a childish screech he flung his palm forward, directing a cascading Bonfire toward the automated woman. In response she dropped to a knee, and her hard-light shield expanded to partially wrap around her body. The flames struck the barrier and boiled around it, but not a single tongue touched her. With a shift of her thick thighs she charged forward, low to the ground and bulldozing forward through the flames.

"Rrraaagh!" Moku'un exclaimed.

The orc boy attacked from her right side. The gynoid's glowing blade flashed at him and his axe parried the attack. His other axe swung at her and the woman was forced to abandon her charge to lean away from the strike. With a orcish snarl of frustration Moku'un swung one last time, this time with one of his small booted feet. The blow connected with her abdomen and sent her flying away from the three boys. She spun wildly, but quickly regain control of her body with a twist of her hips. She landed on her feet and slid across the brass plates with a screech.

"Authorizing gnosis drive level two ," Anima intoned.

Then she charged again.

"Here she comes!" Kotaro announced, "Stick together!"

This time the boys were ready for her. Or so they hoped. Anima charged, her glowing blue blade humming through the air. The sword lashed forward in a brilliant arc and Moku'un struck the blade aside, only to take a swift knee to the ribs. Kotaro sprang over his head and his tanto slashed twice. One blow glanced harmlessly off the metal of her helmet, but the other caught her shoulder and cut through her marble-like flesh. Her shield came up and the hard-light slapped the boy's body aside, sending the oni tumbling before he vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Yrraaah!" Asmodai shrieked as he unleashed a Fear Bolt into her side.

The woman lurched from the blast of tormented soul energy, her abdomen cracking and splintering from the attack. Her sword blade swung at Asmodai and Moku'un just barely managed to block the attack with the fangs of his axes. The edge of her shield jabbed over the little orc's head and slammed into Asmodai's chest, sending the eleven-year-old reeling backward. Before Moku'un could respond she drove her elbow straight down into his shoulder blades and he hit the floor with a groan of pain.

"Ungh… okay… that hurt…" the orc grunted, "But this'll hurt more !"

Spinning on his hip the furious little orc brought both feet up and drove his heels into her knee. The attack came not a moment too soon. The strike knocked her leg aside, off balancing her before she could bring her sword down on him. The glowing blade sank deep into the bronze plates beside him and Moku'un slammed his axe up into her compromised abdomen where Asmodai's bolt had struck her earlier. A burst of blue sparks erupted from the wound and the little orc roared with elation.

Kotaro landed on her back and his tanto struck into the shoulder joint he had weakened a moment ago. The woman raised her sword arm, the blue blade shearing through metal like a hot-knife through butter. A wave of shadowy black hands lashed upward to grasp her arm and immobilize the glowing weapon. The boys struggled against the automated woman. Kotaro grunted as he tried to leverage her shoulder open and Moku'un gripped his axe with both hands, attempting to tear it through her abdomen.

"Authorizing gnosis drive," Anima spoke, "Level three."

"That doesn't sound good…" Moku'un noted.

He was proven right. When twin blasts of light emerged from Anima's faceplate. The searing eye beams would have bisected Moku'un, had his ghostly ancestors not intervened. The spectral apparition of a burly orc bearing a shield manifested between Moku'un and the automaton's laser. The cutting ray splashed off the spectral shield, but the concussive force still rocked the little orc's body and blasted him into the floor.

The bronze plate beneath him buckled and then gave way. Brass fittings sprayed in all directions, leaving only one side of the square plate still attached to the deck. The metal plate swung downward like a trap door. Winded and aching, the little orc might have fallen into the darkness below had a surge of instinct not rushed through him. The voice of an ancestor barked in his ear, and bid him swing his axe as hard as he could. He did, and the fangs bit deep into the bronze plate, anchoring him and keeping him from falling into the bowels of the Menagerie.

"Goddammit!" Asmodai exclaimed, "Hold on Moku'un!"

The orc's grip was slipping, his eyes watering as he tried to drag air back into his lungs. There was no strength left in his wiry arms and his fingers were weak. A wave of force wrapped around him as Asmodai extended a hand. The demon prince couldn't concentrate on two spells at once. And so he abandoned his Shadow Grasp spell to instead levitate Moku'un back to safety.

"Look out!" Kotaro squeaked.

The instant the shadow hands released her arm, Anima swung her sword at Asmodai. Kotaro rolled across her back and his tanto swung hard. The point of the knife pierced her elbow and the oni boy leveraged her arm down, causing the glowing sword blade to knick the demon boy across the horn rather than completely take his head. Asmodai reeled, stunned from the force as he blinked and tried to clear his vision. Moku'un coughed and gasped once he managed to get his breath back. The gynoid's head whipped around and her eyes flashed again, unleashing another burst of her eye beams. Moku'un barely managed to tackle Asmodai aside to avoid the lasers. Anima's deadly gaze shifted from the orc and the demon to the deft little ninja on her shoulder. Kotaro snapped his palms together, and a wooden log replaced the red-skinned ninja just before the eyebeams struck.

The next moment he reappeared next to the other boys and helped them to their feet. Asmodai grit his teeth and snarled with wrath while flames wreathed his hands. Anima rose to her full height, shield up and sword ready. The gynoid flexed her shoulders and blue hexagons gathered to her body. The boys watched with no small amount of dismay while her wounds closed over. New metallic flesh materialized to sealed shut the tears in her body. A moment later she was entirely unscathed, fresh for the fight once more.

"This isn't working…" Moku'un grunted.

"Cayden, ideas?" Asmodai growled under his breath.

I'm sorry it's been a long time since I fought one of these! the blonde boy's voice came to them, If you can't beat her… you can still repurpose her. Just like we were going to do with the auto-mind. It's just going to be more… complicated.

"Explain please?" Kotaro inquired nervously.

We could have just bullied the auto-mind to do what we want, Cayden explained, With the Automatron though… you'll have to overload her emotional matrix. It should force her to shut down all her soldier drones and do a hard reboot. When she comes back online, you should be able to register yourselves as her new administrators. You'll be… enslaving her, but it's the only way.

"Do what? To her what? To make us her what !?" Moku'un exclaimed.

Overwhelm her senses! Cayden tried to simplify, If her brain is trying to process too much at once, she'll shut down!

"How the heck do we do that?" Kotaro asked, the little boy's voice verging on a whimper, "We hit her as hard as we could and it barely phased her?"

"I got an idea…" Asmodai tilted his head and squinted, "Hey Cayden. This bitch got a pussy?"

Technically yes, I think? Cayden answered perplexed, They were built to mimic humans so-

"Good enough," Asmodai interrupted, "Kotaro, yer the only one not gettin' your ass kicked by this whore. You think you can get close to her and stay close?"

"Maybe?" Kotaro asked, "Why?"

"Cause we're gonna fuck this bitch," the demon prince grinned wickedly, " That'll overwhelm her."

"You want to stick your dick in that !?" Moku'un pointed at Anima.

"No, I want to stick Kotaro's dick in that," Asmodai rolled his eyes, "Are you even listening to me?"

"Why do I have to do it?" Kotaro asked.

"Cause Moku'un and I gotta hold her down!" Asmodai said, "If she gets loose, you gotta be able to get clear of her fast!"

"Requesting reinforcements," Anima spoke abruptly as she brandished her sword, "Preparing to remove infiltrators."

"Oookay, change of plans," Asmodai amended, " I'll hold her down and Moku'un will hold off the reinforcements.Let's move!"

"Uuugh," Moku'un groaned, "Fine! I don't have a better plan. Good luck Kotaro!"

"Wait, Moku'un!" Kotaro reached for him.

But the little orc was already running for the door where the sound of clomping boots could be heard approaching. Anima focused on the remaining two boys as Asmodai tilted his head back and his eyes turned black again. Kotaro brandished his tanto and stood between the demon and the gynoid.

"It is futile to resist," Anima informed them monotonously, "You will be eliminated."

"Why couldn't you be pretty and nice?" Kotaro snapped.

Anima's only response was to charge him. Her sword blade flashed forward and Kotaro parried it with his tanto. A quick spin of her weapon and she stabbed again, forcing the boy to evade. The ninja ducked beneath her blade and then jabbed his tanto at her abdomen. Her shield swung into place to block the blow and she swept her sword at his head. Kotaro dropped and his free hand flashed to his scroll case, pulling free a fresh ofuda charm. The charm transformed into a kunai which he threw at her, forcing her to lean back and block with her shield again.

Black shadows gathered swiftly, swarming out of the broken opening in the floor. Asmodai had plenty of darkness to work with and his spell brought forth a morass of shadowy hands to grasp at the gynoid. Anima's blade whorled and slashed, cutting through the arms of the shadow hands and dispelling them with each strike.

"She's too fast!" Asmodai grit his teeth, "Keep her occupied!"

Kotaro produced a fresh set of shuriken from a new ofuda charm and lunged at the gynoid. His arm blurred as he flung the razor sharp stars, forcing her to contend with the little oni's sudden assault. Hands grasped her ankles, her thighs, her arms. She struggled against them, but could not slash them all and keep Kotaro at bay. More hands swarmed over her, finally immobilizing her sword arm. One leg was dragged out from under her and she fell to a knee. Two shadowy hands snapped around her neck, more grabbed her hair, others caught her waist.

With a crash she was forced to the ground on her back, her arms spread eagled against the metal floorplates. The shadow hands roughly spread her legs, keeping the long appendages fully extended. With her back to the floor the gynoid was forced into the splits, legs spread out to either side of her body until her ankles touched the plates.

"Now!" Asmodai exclaimed.

With an embarrassed whine Kotaro yanked loose the ties of his fundoshi, and unleashed his fat red oni kidcock. The long trunk of underage fuckflesh was steadily rising despite his nerves. For all that he was mortified, she was a very sexy robot. The woman struggled against the shadowy hands that held her gripped tight, straining to raise her sword or free her legs.

"You are in violation of our security protocols," her voice rang forth from behind her helmet in continuous monotone, "Cease resisting at once."

"Do it Kotaro!" Asmodai encouraged.

Kotaro shot a glance to the door where Moku'un stood. The little orc was not nearly tall enough to fill the opening. But nothing was getting past him anyway. He lunged and slashed with furious roars, his fanged axes swinging and slicing at anything that approached. The clash of battle echoed from the hall as he fought back the oncoming reinforcements. Kotaro knew he couldn't hold them back forever. The little oni would have to do his part to end this.

"I'm sorry AutoMatron-san," the oni boy apologized as he knelt between her wide spread legs.

Her muscular globes of assmeat were so thick they pushed her hips up off the floor. Kotaro could see the outline of each of her cunt creases clearly defined through the latex. Even the hood and bulge of her clit was completely outlined under the black fabric. His tanto slashed twice at the straps of her thong, and he watched the tiny square of latex peel away. The sight beneath made his bulky kidcock instantly rise to full mast.

Between the gynoid's legs was a steaming glowing pussy. Blue light emanated from within her body, glimmering from her luminescent innards. Kotaro pressed his hands to her thighs and was surprised to find her metallic skin was soft to the touch. Warm too. His thumbs spread the lips of her pussy and he watched as a gooey rivulet of lubricant spilled down her skin. Beneath her pussy was a tight blue ring of crinkled flesh that mimicked her asshole. It clenched and twitched while her pussy dripped under his gaze.

Kotaro was smart enough not to just jam his dick in a hole he knew nothing about. So instead he decided to test her pussy. Flipping his tanto he caught it by the blade and nudged her cunt with the hilt. The gynoid did not respond, save to continue straining for freedom. Kotaro pushed the broad handle of the knife more firmly against her fuckslit… and then forced it inside her.

"Does that hurt?" the oni asked her.

"Who fuckin' cares?" Asmodai snapped.

"I do!" Kotaro replied hastily to the other boy, "And I'm making sure nothin' in there is gonna chop my dick off!"

Asmodai couldn't argue with that logic. So he simply grit his teeth and concentrated on his spell. Kotaro pushed the dagger handle deeper into the gynoid woman, and watched more of her lubrication spill out around the hilt. He sank it into her all the way to the tang, and yet the woman produced neither sound nor protest. Her arms flexed, and her grip tightened on that dangerously humming sword. Kotaro decided he had tested her enough. It was time to get to work.

Sliding his tanto out of her pussy the horny oni boy scooted forward on his knees and dropped his massive ten-inch kidcock onto her thigh. His big red ogredick was already dripping creamy droplets of kidcum onto her marble flesh. His bloated balls were heavy and sloshing with the thick load of baby batter they contained. The boy gripped his fat fuckpole and rubbed it roughly against her glowing fuckhole.

"D'ya think she even feels it?" Kotaro asked.

"One way to find out," Asmodai grunted at him, "Hurry up."

"You are in violation of our security protocols," Anima repeated in the exact same intonation as before, "You will be removed from the- nnnhaaah! "

An abrupt, gasping moan issued from behind her obsidian faceplate. Kotaro gripped the woman's thighs and sank half of his huge red boydick into her pussy in a single, rough thrust. His tongue lolled when he found himself deep inside the tightest cunt he'd ever felt. She was hot inside, and incredibly juicy. A sleeve of rippled, textured synth-flesh gripped around his fucktool, constricting and squeezing his crimson boycock.

"Oooo wow!" the oni boy gasped, his little fingers clenching against her thighs.

"Did this bitch just moan !?" Asmodai blinked.

"Hey, did she just moan!?" Moku'un called from the door.

"Yeah she did!" Asmodai laughed.

"You have activated this unit's sexual p-protoco ools !" the monotone voice sharply spiked with embarrassed pleasure, "Warning, you are not authorized for intercourse with this u-unit. Continued sexual activity will compromise tactical networking."

"I'm sorry!" Kotaro moaned, "But you won't stop attacking us so…"

"C-C-Cease this activity and remove yourselves from- uuuuuhnn!" the AutoMatron broke off into another moan.

Kotaro had just shoved deeper, and gagged with pleasure when he did. It felt like her pussy was dragging him in. Indeed, when he tried to pull back out, he felt her cunt suck his cock as if to keep it in. The little oni had to plant his feet to pull fat throbbing inches of red underage fuckflesh out of her pussy. His hands shifted to grip her by her waist, and then he shoved his hips down again. Like a little crimson monkey he started to fuck the restrained gynoid into the floor, the brass plates beneath her ass booming with every thrust.

Whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!-whap!

"This in-in-intrusion is not authorized," her voice glitched amidst another synthesized moan, "Upgrading security al-al-alert."

"Fuck her harder!" Asmodai called.

Kotaro leaned forward and buried his face in her cleavage. He was surprised to find that she even smelled good. Not the warm scent of skin and life that he was used to. But a clean fresh scent of lavender and daffodils clung to her marbled skin. He couldn't help but wonder what she'd taste like. The horny oni slid his tanto under her top and with a firm yank he cut it away. A synthetic gasp came from beneath the faceplate of her helmet as her enormous tits bounced free.

"Stimulation ex-ex-exceeding combat parameters," her monotone synthetic voice glitched, "Emotional matrix overload d-d-detected."

"Your boobies are so biiiig!" Kotaro moaned.

His little hands squished into her fat tits, squeezing them like huge jelloey pillows. Her teats bulged and the oni boy latched his mouth onto one pale white nipple. An electric jolt flashed across his tongue, making him jump a little and then moan into her synthetic flesh.

His hips lurched forward harder, and with a rough smack he drove every inch of his huge underage kidcock into her pussy. The little boy moaned aloud. He was balls deep inside the automated woman, and could feel her artificial cunt strangling his fat fuckpole. Hot juice spilled down his balls while his fuckmeat flexed and twitched in her pussy.

"Higher synaptic functions co-co-compromised," Anima warned, "Orgasm im-im-im-imminent. Warning, orgasm will result in tactical networking failure. Reallocating resources…"

"Faster Kotaro!" Moku'un called, "They're sending more after us!"

The little oni was a born fuckstud, and he set to doing what he was born to do. His little fingers gripped her tight and his hips swung hard and fast. The loud smack and plap of his sweaty red balls clapping her ass cheeks echoed through the room. Anima produced sounds of effort and strain, as his huge fuckslab punched into her synthetic body again and again. The loud suction slurp of her cunt struggling to suck his ogrecock was getting louder with every wet slap of their bodies.

Plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!-slurp!-plap!

"Orgasm in th-th-th-three… two… one," Anima intoned before her voice rose sharply in a synthetic, orgasmic screech, "Engaaaa aaaaaged !"

Her back arched and her body quivered. Her thick thighs trembled as her pussy clamped down so hard on Kotaro he couldn't pull out. The boy's eyes rolled as he felt her convulse and clench around his hot slab of fuckmeat. But he hadn't been fucking her long enough yet to be ready to cum. Instead he endured her orgasming hard around him. Her vice-like pussy writhed around his oversized kiddy dick, squeezing like it wanted to crush his huge fuckpole. Her hips lurched to him as the gynoid helplessly orgasmed under the little boy fucking her pussy.

"Is that… did we win?" Asmodai asked.

That didn't sound like a reboot, Cayden observed warily

"Prioritizing sexual protocols," Anima spoke, her voice maintaining its monotonous cadence, "Processor reallocated to maintain server functionality for drone units. Reverting unit to bimbo mode. Now loading…"

"What does that mean?" Asmodai blinked.

Dang, she was a step ahead of us, Cayden explained, She's sharing her brain space with her soldiers to prevent a full system shutdown. You're going to have to overload her again. Harder this time.

"So what, they're just gonna keep fighting?" Moku'un exclaimed.

That and she's gonna fuck harder, Cayden answered, Good luck.

"It's okay," Kotaro huffed, "I've got this!"

There was a long loud slurp as the oni boy dragged his ten-inch-long kiddy dick out of her gripping fuckhole. A vacuum puff and wet splutter accompanied his exit from her pussy. The horny boy panted for breath as he gripped his cock and readjusted himself. Then he firmly wedged the slick head of his oversized holewrecker right against her tight, gripping asshole.

"War-war-warning," Anima stated, "Secondary access port is not rated for user's phallic mass. Damage to this unit may be sustained."

"What?" Kotaro blinked.

You're too big for her butt, Cayden translated.

"Then you know where it's gotta go Kota," Asmodai grinned.

"I'm really sorry Auto-lady," Kotaro sighed.

"Bimbo mode loaded," Anima reported, and her voice abruptly changed "Not my ass!" she squealed in a heated, albeit synthetic moan, "Not my- hhaaaaaangh! "

With a loud wet slurp Kotaro sank his huge red kidcock deep into her asshole. The wrinkled opening resisted valiantly, but her lubrication had done an excellent job of slicking his dick. With a brutal shove the little ogre forced his twitching slab of boybeef into her resisting anal ring, and moaned with pleasure as he conquered her unwilling hole. He drooled on her tits, eyes glassy with pleasure. His kidcock lurched and bucked as he set to slamming his fat fucklog into her asshole.

Smack!-splat!-frrt!-splat!-smack!-splat!-frrt!-smack!-splat!-frrt!-splat!-smack!-splat!-frrt!-smack!-splat!-frrt!-splat!-smack!

Loud splurts, farts and slurps accompanied his entrance. His little legs flexed over and over as he forced his fuckmeat deeper and deeper into her asshole. The gynoid produced truly indecent sounds, like a woman choking or gagging on the intensity of sensation alone. Her helmet hid her face from view, but the sounds she produced were lurid nonetheless.

Kotaro attacked her tits with his little mouth. His teeth caught one of her thick rubbery nipples and roughly bit down on it. A distorted shriek from behind her helmet's faceplate told him he was doing a good job of overwhelming her. His tongue dragged over one of her fat fake teats and then roughly bit down on her other nipple. Another scream came from the gynoid while her asshole convulsed around his oversized boydick.

"Uuungh she's so tiiight!" he moaned, "I'm g-gunna cum!"

"S-S-So big!," Anima 's voice glitched as her limbs spasmed, "You're breaking my ass! I'm going to cum with my ass!"

"Holy shit, she sounds way hotter now…," Asmodai blinked.

Kotaro didn't have time to listen. The little boy just gripped her tighter and roughly shoved his hips forward. With a long, loud farting slurp he forced her rubber ring to take every inch of his huge red dickmeat. Only when the little kid was balls deep inside the robot woman's anal fucksleeve did he finally unload. His huge boycock made an obscene bulge in her belly, the fat head of his fuckslab clearly defined through her abdomen. And then it turned into a bubble in her stomach, when his cum exploded in her artificial guts.

" Cummiiiiing! " Kotaro cried aloud.

" Haaa-a-a-a-zzzrrt-aaaah-aaaaah !" the gynoid's glitching voice cried out.

Anima's head tilted back and a distorted scream issued from her vocal chords. The seams across her body surged with blue light and her limbs flexed powerfully. Asmodai gasped when she nearly tore free of his grasp. A fresh swarm of shadow hands held her down, keeping her in place so the horny little oni could keep raping her asshole. Restrained and unable to escape, the gynoid's hips lurched under Kotaro while she orgasmed with him buried in her ass.

Glooorrp! Splooorp! Blooorp! Glooorp! Splooorp! Blooorp!

The gynoid's stomach inflated rapidly. The artificial woman bucked under him while she helplessly accepted his enormous load of cum. Yet Kotaro showed no signs of stopping or slowing down. His hips kept pistoning even as he jizzed inside her, fucking her asshole while he was still cumming. His balls had finished blowing one load, but already were sloshing with a fresh batch of baby batter. And the horny little kid was railing her rubbery, creamfilled donut hole. Ready to pump his boybutter into her again.

"Hey its working!" Moku'un called back with a strained grunt, "These ladies are dropping!"

"Keep going Kota!" Asmodai urged, "Rape that bitch senseless!"

"I-I can't t-take anymoooore!," the AutoMatron's voice glitched, "It's t-t-t-too good! Yo-yo-your monster cock is too g-g-g-ood in my aa-aa-aaass!"

Kotaro was beyond hearing her as his hips kept lurching. The ten-year-old boy slammed his hips against her harder and faster. Her pussy was smearing his abdomen with her juices while his knobby fuckpole slurped into her asshole over and over.

Smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!

The little ogre was lost in lust and pleasure. He couldn't have stopped fucking her fat artificial ass if he tried. His balls ached with every loud slap of impact against her cheeks. The spanking his nuts were taking alone was enough to make him jizz again. Her rubbery wastepipe convulsed and squeezed around him as he felt her launch into another orgasm. And her climax took him with her.

"I'm cumming again!!" the AutoMatron's distorted bimbo voice warbled, "Cum in-in-inside me! Please cum ins-ins-inside meee!"

"C-cumming agaaaaaain !" the sweaty little oni moaned.

The ten-year-old boy unloaded in her guts once more. Anima's belly inflated further. Fissures of light cracked her faceplate, until the helmet shattered and its shards clattered to the floor. Her eyes and mouth blazed with azure brilliance while she undulated beneath her much smaller lover, giving up her synthetic asshole to accept his seed.

"In-in-internal capacity at 240%," she reported, her voice cracking, layering and distorting even more, "Con-con-containment breached! Capacity excee-"

She never finished her report. Instead she threw her head back and coughed a wet splatter of hot frothing ten-year-old jizz straight out of her mouth. Kotaro's hips lurched and rocked and ground against her hips. His massive cumhose overfilled the gooey bubble of hot underage nutsludge deep in her belly. He was still cumming, and her glowing donut hole was strangling the root of his cock. The horny boy trembled and moaned while he watched her belch another hot mouthful of seed as the pressure of his orgasm forced his fuckslop all the way through her body.

" Mgguuuuuugh! " the gynoid violently vomited pure, clean, kiddynut, " Gglluuuuuuugh! "

"I can't hold 'em off!" Moku'un shrieked, "They're getting stronger and faster! There's too many of them!"

"Finish her Kota!" Asmodai exclaimed.

"Sh-she's still squeezing!" he gasped and moaned, "I-I'm too sensitive! It-It's gonna make me… uuuuuhngh! "

The multi-orgasmic little boy proved to be the best kid for the job. Hot on the heels of his second eruption, the little boy nut in the gynoid again . A fountain of cocksnot was forced out of Anima's mouth, spewing across the bronze floor plates and running down her face. Her wide glowing eyes rolled back in her head. Her body convulsed like she was having a seizure. The bright lights in the seams of her skin glowed brighter by the moment.

" Mglug! Mggrugh! Ggluuugh! Mggguuuuuuugh! " the robot woman expelled boyjizz from her wide open mouth.

Kotaro was still cumming. Long after it was evident that he'd completely overfilled the automaton. Long after the lethal killing machine had succumbed to his cock. Long after she'd turned into a jizz fountain helplessly vomiting dickslime across the floor... the little boy was still cumming. His balls flexed and lurched, jiggled and twitched as he emptied his nuts into the gynoid's body, turning the security drone into an over bloated bubble of his frothing, creamy ball batter.

"Haaah… haaa…," Kotaro panted with exhaustion.

Finally he was finished and he gasped as he collapsed onto her. Anima belched a final gyser of kiddy nut. Then all the lights within her body went dark. Her frame went completely slack beneath Kotaro while thick strings of nutsludge drooled from the corners of her mouth. Her sword and shield deactivated. Now the defeated, overfucked synthetic woman lay on the floor like an overused blow-up doll.

"They stopped…" Moku'un blinked.

Kotaro wearily raised his head. Moku'un panted for breath as he stood in the doorway, eyeing the soldier automatons that stood outside. Not a single one of the artificial women moved. All stood at attention, their swords at the ready yet their bodies motionless. Moku'un took a step back, catching his breath but not letting his guard down.

Kotaro looked to Asmodai who gasped when he finally released his spell, allowing the shadow hands to dissolve. The demon boy wiped sweat from his brow and black tears from his eyes. The little oni panted breathlessly while he lifted his hips, dragging his full ten-inches of kiddy cock out of her ass until it popped free of the gynoid with a wet splurt. Her ass immediately tightened up, barely letting more than a trickle of his seed escape her body.

"Looks like we won," Asmodai noted, "Now what?"

Wait for it… Cayden advised.

A moment later s a rising humm of energy emanated from within the fallen AutoMatron. The seams across her body glowed to life once more and her eyes shifted from black glass to soft white orbs once again. Her body shifted, adjusting from her whorishly splayed position to a more dignified one. With a flex of her spine she sat up, and then steadily rose to her feet. The three boys eyed her warily as she extended a hand, and with an electric hum her sword hilt flew back to her palm. This she sheathed in the holster at her thigh, and pressed her free palm over her bloated cum filled belly.

"System rebooted," she announced once more in an even monotone voice, "Please state the name of the new system administrator."

That's you Kotaro , Cayden spoke up, Quick introduce yourself.

"Uh h-hi!" Kotaro waved nervously, "I'm Chiga Kotaro, of the Hidden Pillars Village. Uhm… sorry about the mess?"

"Administrator registered," Anima reported, "Hello Kotaro. I am Anima, AutoMatron of the Clockwork Menagerie. My logs indicate that you forced a reboot when you successfully raped this unit into submission. Is that correct?"

"Uhm…" the boy rubbed the back of his head, "... yes?"

"Acknowledged," she stated, "Sexual activity added to your user profile. Is sexual activity a function you wish for this unit to serve regularly?"

"Oh hell yeah," Asmodai nodded eagerly.

Anima shot the demon an impassive glance, then looked back to Kotaro.

"Uh… yes?" Kotaro suggested, then nodded more emphatically, "If you want to. I'm sorry I was so rough."

"I was built and programmed for all manner of sexual activity, both consensual and non," Anima reported, "Thus my systems interpret such activity as a useful function. You might call it 'enjoyable'."

"Then yes," Kotaro nodded, "I'd really like to have sex with you again Anima-san."

"Acknowledged," Anima replied, "Would you like sexual activity to be this unit's sole function? Warning, this will overwrite any and all security protocols."

Noo, no no we don't want that, Cayden said, Tell her to keep the security protocols.

"Ah no, keep security!" Kotaro quickly put in, "We actually need you to help us find someone here!"

"Acknowledged," Anima answered, "I will maintain all other current functions. Please identify your companions and state the nature of your request."

"Oh uh… this is Asmodai and that's Moku'un," Kotaro pointed to each in turn, "They're my friends. And we need you to help us find Yazata-sensei."

"Yazata Mornstar is currently listed as the primary operator of this dungeon facility," Anima reported, "I can escort you to her."

"Cooould you do it some way we won't be seen?" Kotaro asked, "I don't think the people here like us Outlanders very much."

"That can be arranged," Anima nodded, "I can take you as far as her personal wing of the facility unseen. Please, follow me."

With that the gynoid turned on her heel and made her way to the open door. The soldier automatons stepped aside and stood at attention while the gravid AutoMatron walked by. Her bloated cum-filled belly sloshed, bounced and jiggled with every step. Her long legs flexed magnificently as she strode without an ounce of difficulty, bearing the new weight of her cumfilling with regal dignity.

Kotaro managed to tuck his messy red ogrecock and balls back into his fundoshi. Moku'un and Asmodai both breathed a sigh of relief. The three young adventurers fell into step behind the gynoid while the AutoMatron led them into the halls of the Clockwork Menagerie.

Notes:

The boys have triumphed over their first dungeon boss! But their mission isn't over yet. Prepare for a thrilling encounter with an elven archmagus, next week on Shota Quest!

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Chapter 15: Chapter 15 - Of Orcs And Elves

Summary:

In which the boys meet the headmistress, and Moku'un puts on a show.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 15 - Of Orcs And Elves

Ten minutes later...

"Ladies I fail to see how your state of affairs should impact my students in any way," a rich, silky feminine voice spoke with authority, "I will remind you that this is not a military camp. It is a school. For the practical and ethical use of magic. And so long as I remain headmistress, it will remain exactly as such."

The boys found that the Academy was a starkly different place from the rest of the Menagerie. By teleporting to the dungeon core, they had ended up in the mechanical underbelly of the Menagerie. Anima had led them up and out of the flying citadel's depths. Upon reaching the top, they beheld a magnificent garden island. Green grasses, tall trees and colorful flowers spread as far as the eye could see.

Upon this island the Academy itself stood. A stately complex of granite halls and ivory towers. Anima had led them via back passages through the mystical university. The boys witnessed many wonders along their way through its corridors. Sights that even made them want to try out going to school for themselves. But they were on a mission. And that mission led them to the headmistress' quarters.

"Enchantress Mornstar," a haughty female voice answered, "Surely you must recognize the dire nature of our situation. The Bastion of Purity has been attacked. Its dungeon core taken. And with it gone, the Lightwall has failed!"

"Phoenix Brightflame, our illustrious Hero, has not returned from his campaign into Faemoor," another voice that was warm, sultry and womanly put in, "And already there is word that the monsters are marshaling their forces to retaliate to his campaigns. We cannot allow them to regroup."

"We must take action before their forces are upon our doorstep!" the first speaker went on, "That is why we demand that-"

"Archduchess Stoneglow," Yazata Mornstar's rich voice silenced the woman with smooth authority, "You are in no position to make demands of me . None of you are. My Academy is under no one's jurisdiction other than my own. We are a sovereign entity and you have no control over us."

"Enchantress, please understand…" the sultry voice attempted.

"I understand this, Chancellor Whiteoak" Yazata responded to the woman, "That the war you started has ground to a halt. That the Hero you summoned is missing. But these are not grounds to conscript my students simply because you desire their magic to be used in your armies. Rest assured that I am putting it mildly when I say the following: Your avarice, pride and prejudice do not compel me or my institution to do you any favors. Know that my students will remain free to make their own decisions. Know that any attempt to interfere with their comings and goings from my campus will be taken as a grave insult to my person. And know that if you have any inkling of coming to take your conscripts by force, I will do all in my power as High Enchantress to protect the sanctity of this Academy."

The boys entered the Enchantress' wing through the servant's quarters, which connected to many secret passages. One such passage led them to a space behind a bookshelf that cleverly disguised a secret door into the Enchantress' office. There they lurked in silence, waiting for the opportune moment to approach the magus. They had found her in conference with several other important individuals.

Four magic mirrors floated in the center of the Enchantress' opulent office. Each depicted one of the stately representatives that now discussed matters of politics with her. The Enchantress herself sat behind an expansive desk made of white ash wood. A brilliant star design was etched into the surface, matching the stained glass star crest set into the wall behind her. Wide windows allowed sunlight to pour into the room. Plush rugs and warm carpets blanketed the polished granite floor. Wooden pillars covered in ivy supported the gilded ceiling above. The Enchantress sat in a chair that was not at all unlike a throne. And she was a vision of beauty herself.

The boys had thought her image was fetching enough. She was even more rapturous in person. She appeared to be a woman in her mid-forties (though given that she was an elf, her real age was anyone's guess) who had only grown lovelier with age. Dark bronze skin was smooth, silken and bore a well oiled sheen. She wore a gown that was at once elegant and scandalous. A slit in the thigh allowed her to cross one long, bare leg over the other. A golden ring encircled her thigh, and displayed the plumpness of her figure with the way her flesh bulged to either side. Her feet were bare and pedicured toes bore golden rings that tinkled lightly with her movements. Many more such rings decorated her manicured fingers.

Her gown was sleeveless and bore a neckline that plunged all the way to her navel. It exposed the deep cleavage of her enormous bronze breasts, which threatened to spill free of the gown at any moment. The pale white fabric of her dress connected to a golden choker that encircled her throat. Her long pointed ears dripped with diamonds and a jewel encrusted circlet sat upon her gorgeous brow. Her long, blonde hair was pulled up into a bun atop her head, secured by a golden pin. Her eyes were a bright shade of amber, and golden lipstick decorated her thick, juicy lips.

"You have been suspiciously quiet during these proceedings, Princess Ravara," Archduchess Stoneglow broke the silence, "Has the elven crown nothing to say on these matters?"

There was a brief silence and then a heavily put upon sigh, before a fourth voice spoke up.

"I am here expressly to convey the concerns of my mother, Queen Emyria Ravara, whether I agree with them or not," the new speaker sounded younger than the rest, and her voice was assertive and clipped.

"And those are?" Chancellor Whiteoak inquired.

"The same as yours, Chancellor," the princess sounded annoyed, "And I will tell you what I told her. The Bastion is human territory. We should be taking this up with Saint Excelcia and the rest of the papacy, if we are to do anything at all. As I see it, the monsters are merely retaliating after unprovoked attacks on their lands and-"

"Thank you, dear," Chancellor Whiteoak interrupted with false sweetness, "But I asked your good mother's opinion, not yours."

"Listen here you tiny little-!" Princess Ravara began to retort.

"I think we all might do well to take a break from these proceedings," Yazata intervened swiftly, "I suggest we take a short recess and return to this conversation. Ten minutes?"

There were a series of murmurs and grumbles of agreement. Yazata reached forward on her desk and tapped a glowing gemstone. Each of the mirrors abruptly shifted to pale opaque glass and the speakers could no longer be seen or heard within them. The elf tilted her head back, and released a long sigh.

"You can come out of there now," she spoke, seemingly to no one in particular, "I heard you approach some time ago."

The boys stayed frozen, hoping that perhaps she was talking to someone else. After a moment she sat up and stared directly at the bookshelf.

"You can come out, or I can drag you out," she stated, "What's it to be then?"

The boys silently bickered via their psychic link for a moment, before they at last agreed that the jig was up. Moku'un pushed on the book case which slid aside, and the three boys stepped out into the warm light of the comfortable study.

"Well," Yazata arched a delicate blonde eyebrow at them, "You most certainly are not students here. How do three young men such as yourselves come to find themselves in my wing of the Academy?"

For a moment each of the boys looked at one to another, waiting for somebody to step up. Finally, Asmodai shoved Moku'uns shoulder. The orc boy grumbled and cleared his throat.

"Miss Mornstar," he addressed her, "We're here from Castle Shota. We need your help."

"Castle Shota?" she raised both brows now, then knit them together, "Cayden. What's he got himself into now?"

"It's us that are in trouble miss," Moku'un confessed, "It's to do with this Hero. You see he…"

"He destroyed our homes, he took our families and somebody's got to stop him!" Kotaro broke in impatiently, "And Cayden says you can help us!"

"He does, does he?" Yazata laughed disbelievingly, "And how does he imagine I can do that?"

"He says he wants to… unsummon the Hero," Moku'un explained, "He says you know where we can find the dungeon core to help us do that."

The elf woman's eyes widened and she drew in a slow breath through her nose. Her enormous bronze tits strained against the neckline of her blouse with the breath. Steadily she drummed her fingers on the white wood surface of her desk and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.

"So… can you help us?" Moku'un asked.

"I can," Yazata answered, "But there are many things to consider."

"Yeah, yeah we know all about the angles," Asmodai piped up, "You're one of the only people who knows where to find the core. If we get it, the Lightlanders'll know there was a leak and might come after you. That's why we're here to kidnap you."

"Oh," the elf arched a thin blonde eyebrow, "Ambitious. Do you think you could take me by force, little one?"

"Game to try," Asmodai grinned wickedly.

"Hah, would that I had more students with your confidence, demon prince," Yazata smirked, "And I am very impressed that you managed to defeat Anima. But I think in me you might find yourselves overmatched."

"Finally, somebody knows who I am!" Asmodai waved his hands, "I like you already sexy bitch."

"I cannot claim the feeling is mutual," Yazata snorted, ignoring the boy's crass compliment, "But I can say that you most certainly have not considered all the angles."

"What else is there?" Kotaro asked with a tilt of his head.

Yazata was silent for a moment as she drummed her fingers on the table again. Slowly she shifted her legs, crossing one long bronze limb over the other. The gesture allowed the boys a brief glance up her gown beneath the desk, revealing the thin strap of white satin between her legs that was almost swallowed by her plump bare pussy lips. Her thoughtfulness did not last as long this time. Soon she gave a light nod of her head and then looked up.

"Anima," she spoke to thin air.

A cascade of glowing hexagons coalesced next to her chair. A moment later the armored gynoid appeared. Still cum streaked and bloated with Kotaro's overabundant seed. Yazata blinked at the AutoMatron with wide eyes and arched eyebrows.

"Good heavens," Yazata quietly exclaimed, "Anima, are you alright?"

"No permanent damage has been sustained, headmistress," Anima replied, "My system was forcibly rebooted by a cascading overload caused by excessive sexual activity."

Yazata parsed the explanation for a brief moment, and then deduced exactly what had happened. With a light groan and a shake of her head she turned to look at the boys.

"Did you do this?" she asked with a light chuckle.

"He did it," both Asmodai and Moku'un immediately pointed to Kotaro.

"Guuuuys!" the oni boy whined.

"Hmm… shotas indeed…" she hummed thoughtfully, and then looked back at the gynoid, "Anima, please update the summer catalogs with a… oh what shall we call it… an anthropological excursion. Mandatory for all students still on campus."

"Yes headmistress," Anima nodded.

"Then disable all spell portals and set the Menagerie on a course for Castle Shota," Yazata added.

"I require administrator authorization to approve course correction," Anima spoke monotonously and turned to look at Kotaro.

"Well go on then," Yazata sniffed with mild amusement at the little boy, "Seeing as you've stolen her free will, you're the one in charge of her now little one."

"Uhm… approved?" Kotaro answered Anima.

"Acknowledged, course correction engaged," Anima stated, "Will that be all headmistress?"

"One last thing," she said, "A restraining collar, if you please."

Anima extended a latex clad palm. A shimmer of hexagons gathered and a moment later a black leather band with a blinking blue light appeared in her hand.

"Hmm can we rough it up a bit?" Yazata inquired, "Like something found, rather than fabricated?"

The band changed in an instant. The leather cracked and weathered, rough and frayed at the ends. The blinking blue light was replaced by a dull blue stone that fizzled and flickered.

"Thank you," Yazata took the band from her, "That will be all."

Anima nodded her head and then turned to walk out of the office.

"What's going on?" Moku'un looked at her suspiciously.

"Cayden is clever, but he can be frightfully short sighted at times," Yazata sighed, "Kidnapping me is a fine ruse and all, if we expect the Lightlanders to believe it. They will not. It is well known that I spent decades at Cayden's side advocating for equality between Lightlanders and Outlanders. I ensure the automatons here have free will, while most other Lightlanders see them only as slaves. And I have continued to be outspoken in this regard even after my banishment from Castle Shota. The leaders of these lands will never believe that I was not complicit in this 'kidnapping'."

"And if they think you went along with it, there'll be shit hitting the fan," Asmodai grumbled as he caught on.

"There would be little they could do against this building directly," Yazata explained, "But the Academy as an institution would suffer. Many students would likely be withdrawn by their parents. Funding would dry up. Sanctions would be put in place. You get the idea."

"Sooo, what do we do?" Moku'un asked.

"You're going to kidnap me and the entire Menagerie," Yazata said, "And you're going to make it look good. Fortunately this is our summer session, when there are actually very few students here on campus. The trick is selling the ruse to the leaders, whom I am to resume my conference with in… two minutes," she stated as she glanced at the clock on her desk.

"And how do we do that?" Kotaro asked.

"Simple," she answered, "You are going to rape me."

All three boys' jaws dropped in shock. Yazata leaned forward, her cleavage bulging against the neckline of her dress as she slid the silk collar across the desk toward the three youngsters.

"Oh hell yeah!" Asmodai cheered, grinning wickedly as his fat black kidcock rapidly swelled in his sheer harem pants, "Let's fuckin' go!"

"Wait what!?" Moku'un blinked.

"Shouldn't be a difficult concept for you," Yazata snorted, "After all you raped Anima into submission. This will be mostly the same, just perhaps a bit showier."

"Th-that was different!" Kotaro exclaimed, flushing hotly with shame, "She was trying to kill us!"

"Mmm, perhaps," Yazata responded impassively, "Nonetheless this is what it will take to convince the other Lightlanders of my capture. I will resume the conference, you will 'ambush' me, and then rape me until you have emptied your studly balls to your satisfaction. Feel free to take as long as you like. Oh and the rougher and more degrading the better."

Even Asmodai seemed taken aback as the boys stared at her incredulously. Moku'un gave a shake of his head and a wave of his hands as he stepped toward the desk.

"Whoa whoa, you just said we couldn't take you," he pointed out, "Who's gonna believe we took you down?"

"No one would" Yazata laughed lightly, "But they might believe you found something potent, snuck up on me and used it. That is what the collar is for dear," she reached forward and slid it across the table to him.

"What is this thing?" Moku'un picked it up and examined it.

"An amazonian restraint collar," Yazata explained, "They are widely used in the land of Femnos, across the Cleavage Sea. It allows for complete bondage control over the wearer. Once you've collared someone, all you need do is think of chains or ropes and how you want them bound. The collar does the rest. It also suppresses their magic, keeps even powerful mages like me in check."

"So… we're supposed to pretend to sneak up on you…" Moku'un pieced the plan together.

"Thirty seconds dear," Yazata urged him gently.

"... slap this collar on you," Moku'un went on, "And then we just… go to town on you?"

"That is the idea," she said, "Just one of you, mind. The rulers already suspect a monster alliance. There's no need to prove their theories that orcs, oni and demons are working together. So pick one of you, and do your worst. Oh and you'll need to do it quickly. This will be the only chance you have. Now go and hide yourselves. Feel free to pounce on me at any time."

Moku'un flung a semi-panicked look back to Asmodai and Kotaro. Kotaro, thinking quickly, grabbed his friends wrists and hauled them under the desk. Yazata reached forward and tapped the gem in front of her, causing the mirrored surfaces to flicker to life once more. She sat up a little straighter and smoothed her gown as she gazed into the screens before her.

"This council of the Lightlands Alliance is reconvened," an off screen voice spoke, "Attended by Archduchess Mallory Stoneglow, of the dwarven Archduchy Arakzar. Chancellor Azura Whiteoak of the halfling Republic of Shireford. Princess Lorelei Ravara of the elven Queendom Kelandor. And Enchantress Yazata Mornstar of the Mornstar Academy of Spellcraft and Magery."

Kotaro briefly peeked over the edge of the desk to get a look at the floating mirrors. Each of the three mirrors depicted a lovely and obviously wealthy woman.

Princess Stoneglow was a curvy dwarf with tits almost too big for her short stack body. A black gown gird her tucked in waist, which sported white lacy cups that struggled to contain her overly abundant titflesh. Her fat dwarven breasts wobbled toward either side of her body, so hefty and plump that it was doubtful she could wrap her own small arms around them. Her fat thighs were left bare and knee-high socks fringed with lace adorned her short yer curvy legs. Her thick crimson hair spilled over her shoulders in two enormous drill-like curls that were tied up on either side of her head.

Chancellor Whiteoak, being a halfling, was an even smaller woman. Kotaro was fairly sure he would have towered over her in person. She was a slender little thing, with slim legs, womanly hips and a tiny waist. A blue gown with wide water sleeves gird her arms and she held a pretty paisley hand-fan in front of her blue painted lips. Much like the dwarven archduchess however, her tits were so large as to be out of place on her tiny frame. Kotaro had heard of magically enhanced breasts before, and these were a prime example. Perky, firm and bigger than her little head, each bubbly bolt-on scarcely even jiggled with her movements and her firm nipples poked out through her blue dress.

Princess Ravara was a vision of dark skinned beauty. Bearing the warm brown flesh of a wood elf, she lounged boredly in extremely revealing and yet official attire. A white, crop-top officer's shirt gird her chest, the hem of which allowed the massive swells of her underboob to hang from beneath the garment. Her tits were expansive, and the heavy brown flesh looked like it might pop free of her uniform at any moment. A matching high waisted thong barely hid her pussy from view, and the straps clung to her wide hips. What truly kept her cunt hidden were her massive yet muscular thighs so thick they rubbed together with her every movement. Her long legs flexed slowly as white, broad cuffed boots gird her from the mid-thigh to her toes. A black military jacket with a fur-ruff collar lay about her shoulders and white gloves fit over her fingers. Thick chocolate locks spilled down her back in twin ponytails as she propped her pretty chin on one curled fist.

"Where were we ladies?" Yazata inquired smoothly once the announcements were complete.

"Well since it seems you will not be aiding us with magically trained soldiers," Archduchess Stoneglow huffed, "It seems we will have to avail ourselves of your knowledge concerning the Lightwall. Have you any idea how it might be restored or…"

Kotaro ducked his head back beneath the table and gestured to the boys as the women continued to talk. There was some rapid and flustered flailing as the boy's psychically communicated.

You do it, Kotaro said, I don' want a bunch of ladies I don't know watching me!

I'd do it, but I think she's right , Asmodai groused, Don't wanna show our hand too early. If she recognized me, those ladies probably will too.

What so I gotta do it? Moku'un exclaimed, But she seems nice and pretty! And she's Cayden's ex-girlfriend!

Don't worry about that , Cayden's voice intruded quietly, She's right. She usually is. You gotta sell this trick.

I vote Moku'un, Asmodai put forth, Everybody knows elves can't resist orc cock.

Kinda racist, but okay , Cayden chuckled mentally.

Ya saying I'm wrong, pretty boy? Asmodai shot back, You dated her. She got a thing for orcs?

There was nothing but psychic grumbling from the blonde boy.

See? I'm right, Asmodai smirked and pushed Moku'un shoulder, Now get up there, collar Cayden's ex-girlfriend and rape her brains out.

Why you gotta say it like that!? Moku'un complained, Ugh fine. Cayden are you sure this is cool?

Either you get it done, or this whole plan falls apart, Cayden answered, I'm telling you it's fine. I don't mind. She and I have a lot to talk about anyway. Just remember your oath.

Always do my best, yeah yeah, Moku'un sighed, Okay, here it goes.

"...and I suggest you see to it before the winter," Yazata was saying to the women before her, "I'll not be sending mages to tame the ice elementals in the south, again . Now if there is no other-"

Quick as a flash Moku'un sprang from behind the desk and swung the collar at Yazata's throat. To her credit the woman's hands snapped up with alacrity and caught his wrists. Moku'un was surprised at her quick reflexes. But he soon realized he could easily overpower her with raw might. His wiry muscles bulged and he forced the collar on her neck. With a snap and a click it locked into place, and the blue gem ceased blinking, turning instead to a steady blue glow.

"Assassin!" Yazata hissed aloud, gold sparkles trailing around her finger tips, "I'll-!"

"Quit it!" Moku'un snapped as he raised his hand and thought hard about a length of rough rope.

The collar flashed and coarse ropes spooled forth from the blue gem. The cords snapped around Yazata's wrists and at Moku'un's mental urging they lashed her hands together. The end of the rope coiled into his palm, giving him control over her bonds. Yazata's magic spell died before it could be cast and the little orc glanced above her head to the chandelier hanging from her ceiling. With a quick hop he sprang upon her desk and jumped high. A swift swing of the rope looped it over the gilded fixture. Gripping the cord tightly, Moku'un dropped back to the floor. Yazata cried out in alarm as her arms were yanked up over her head and she was forced to rise to her feet. The rope held her arms in place while she struggled against it. Thinking quickly Moku'un tied the end of the rope to the leg of her desk and then took a step back to admire her.

"What is the meaning of this!?" the voice of Archduchess Stoneglow barked from the mirror in front of the desk, "How did an orc get in there!?"

"Guards!" Princess Ravara sat up in alarm, "Send reinforcements to the Academy spell portals at once. We have a situation."

"You there, you little savage!" Chancellor Whiteoak narrowed her eyes, "Release the Enchantress at once!"

"Everybody shut up !" Moku'un roared, his shout resounding with the bellowing chords of several other, much older orcs as his ancestor's cried out through his voice.

Silence followed immediately. Yazata struggled still and raised a foot to plant her bare sole against the desk, seeking leverage to struggle against the ropes. Moku'un extended a hand and focused on the collar again. Fresh lengths of rope spilled out of it, and these coiled down her body. Rough cords tangled around her waist, through her cleavage and encircled her enormous brown tits. They wrapped around her thighs and knotted at her knees, before winding down her calves and lashing around her ankles. Several lengths worked their way up her spine, knotting and cording tighter and tighter. Yazata gasped when she was made to arch her back, the tension of the ropes forcing her to spread her thighs and pop her ass until she was standing on her bare tip-toes. Moku'un caught the ends of the ropes and tied them to either end of the desk, ensuring she'd keep her legs properly spread.

"My name is Moku'un!" the little orc exclaimed, "I lived in the Emerald Isles, until your armies attacked us! I lost my home and my family, for no reason at all. We orcs don't take that kind of thing laying down! We fight back!"

He raised a hand and brought his palm down hard on Yazata's abundant brown ass. The pale fabric of her gown was thin and clung to her curvy figure. The resounding slap and Yazata's cry of shock echoed through the office. Moku'un's eyes almost bulged as he watched her delicious brown cheekmeat ripple and bounce from the blow. His cocksleeve strained. The sight of her bound, helpless and disrespected was making him hard.

"Your quarrel is with us then, little orc," Princess Lorelei spoke, "The Enchantress had nothing to do with-"

"I said, shut up !" Moku'un roared again, his voice reverberating with ancestral fury before falling back to its normal boyish tone, "You took something from me! So I'm taking something from you. Your fancy flying island. Should make a great new place to live where you'll never be able to find us again," he reached up and grabbed the rope attached to Yazata's collar and yanked hard to make her look down at him, "You. Bitch. Make this place move."

"I will do no such thing," Yazata resisted as she glared at him venomously.

Moku'n responded by slapping her across the face. Hard.

There were gasps from the mirror and cries of outrage. Yazata briefly looked stunned, and then turned her gaze back to Moku'un. For a moment the little boy was taken aback as he saw the look in her eyes. The very look his sister got when she was about to spend the whole night riding him into the furs. Maybe Asmodai was right. Maybe she was going to be into this.

"Is that the best you can do?" the elf woman challenged, "I thought you were a real orc?"

"Perhaps best not to anger him, Enchantress?" the voice of Chancellor Whiteoak spoke up, "Little one? Little one, let us make an arrangement. There is no reason we cannot-"

"You bitches really don't know when to shut the fuck up , do ya?" Moku'un quipped with an incredulous laugh, "I already have what I want. I'm not making any deals with you Lightlanders. If this tall… sexy… piece of…" he tried to think of something sufficiently mean to say to her, "Slutmeat won't do what I say, then I'll make her!" he settled on at last.

Ooo slutmeat, Asmodai snickered psychically, Good one .

"Do what you like, little toad," Yazata snorted, "I am hundreds of years old and have faced far worse than you ."

"Guess I'll have to get creative then!" Moku'un grinned.

With a swipe of his hand he drew his axe menacingly. Further gasps came from the assembled women. The onlookers were certain they were about to witness bloody torture. Instead Moku'un put the fangs of his axe to work cutting away Yazata's gown. Her struggles redoubled as she kicked and yanked against the ropes that bound her. The expensive fabric tore and ripped with each pull of his fist and every cut of his axe, until nothing but tatters remained clinging to her form.

Naked she was truly a vision. Warm bronze skin adorned by nothing but the scraps of white fabric and the coarse rope binding her body. Her thick thighs bulged around the bonds, while her huge ass cheeks jiggled and wobbled with her every movement. Her tits hung pendulously beneath her, like enormous milk-laden udders of warm sienna flesh each one capped with a bright pink nipple. Her wide hips and trim waist showed just how shapely she was as she trembled on tip-toe, still trapped by the ropes. Moku'un felt his own fuckmeat rise and strain against his cocksleeve at the sight of her.

"Goddess forfend," Archduchess Stoneglow gasped at the sight of Moku'uns incredibly evident arousal, "What is that grotesque… thing !?"

"Oh this?" Moku'un smirked.

With one hand he pulled loose the laces and let the sharkskin sleeve fall away. He kicked out of the garment and let his titanic pole of hot green kidcock swing into full view. The fat veiny slab of cockflesh trembled and twitched as angry veins began to pulse along its full length. The bloated belly of his fuckslab swelled outward as his fist-thick cockhead peeked from his foreskin. Smooth green cumtanks hung low beneath his holewrecker, while the full mast of his oversized underaged breeding tool twitched on complete display.

"This is a cock , dwarf-tits," Moku'un grinned, "What, Lightlander boys ain' got 'em?"

Gasps of outrage came from the women as Moku'un turned back to Yazata. The elf woman's eyes were locked on his cock and Moku'un thought he might have seen a flash of fear across her features. It had been obvious that he was gifted, but Moku'un was much bigger hard than he was soft. Clearly she had not expected him to grow quite so much. With a snicker the little orc boy climbed up onto her desk to stand on the solid wood surface in front of her.

"Now, listen here elf bitch," the twelve-year-old boy ordered, doing his best to keep sounding dominant, "You're gonna… gonna suck my cock!"

"Am I?" Yazata snorted defiantly.

Moku'un gripped the base of his enormous kiddy dick and swung it like a cudgel. The loud slap of his cock striking her face echoed through the office and Yazata gasped from the impact. The little orc repeated the gesture and cockslapped her hard across the other cheek. Her second gasp came out as nearly a moan. She bit her lip when he dropped the heavy weight of his dick on her face. The full length of it completely obscured her eyes, resting across the bridge of her nose.

Yazata's mouth watered and her nostrils flared. The boy was stinky . Clearly he'd gotten sweaty fighting in the dungeon. And now all that cocksweat was grinding across her pristine, beautiful features. The thick stench of orc cock was mixed with a confusing and mild sweetness. A childish scent that immediately made her pussy wet. It had been a decade since she'd last been with a little boy. And she hated to admit she'd missed it. This little orc was already driving her mad with lust. She wasn't sure how long she could keep pretending to resist.

"Yeah!" Moku'un barked down at her, thrusting slowly to rub his huge fuckslab back and forth across her gorgeous face, "Either you get this island moving, or I'm gonna… gonna fuck your face! Right here! In front of all your sexy friends!"

"Do…" Yazata had to swallow to keep from drooling, "Your. Worst !" she huffed defiantly.

"Enchnatress no!" Chancellor Whiteoak gasped.

"You asked for it bitch," Moku'un snickered.

One hand dug into her hair, and yanked free the golden pin that held her bun in place. Yazata shook her head and struggled as her blonde locks spilled down over her brown shoulders. Little green fingers dug into her luxurious golden mane and took a firm hold at the back of her head. With a commanding grip on her, Moku'un pressed his big sweaty kidcock against her lips and forcefully shoved.

"Mmmggllmph!" the stately enchantress gurgled around his cock.

"Uuuuuhn!" Moku'un moaned.

Her gold painted lips were split wide around his huge emerald fuckpole. Thick veiny inches obscenely stretched her mouth open as he shoved in from the side, and buried his fat bloated cockhead in her cheek. The bulk of his oversized kiddie dick stretched her mouth disgustingly, tugging her lips with every push and pull of his shaft. The twitching fuckpole distorted her gorgeous features as he pulled back, making her produce a horselike imitation with her lips before he roughly thrust back in again.

"Mmmgllrk!" Yazata protested.

"Fucking suck it!" Moku'un demanded.

His palm struck her cheek hard and Yazata's eyes rolled. The strike genuinely dazed her. And made her pussy wetter. She was being taken advantage of by a little boy with a huge cock. Fuck she had missed this. Helplessly and obediently she sucked him. Her tongue dug into the boy's foreskin, peeling it back for him so she could properly blow his fat green fucktool. The wet slurp of her mouth giving him what he wanted was all too audible as Moku'un firmly and steadily fucked her mouth.

"Enchantress!" Chancellor Whiteoak called, "Yazata, can you hear me? Help is on the way! Help is coming!"

"Huh ya hear that?" Moku'un tapped his palm against Yazata's cheek, "Guess I'm on the clock. Gonna have to step it up."

The little green orc turned his back to the mirrors and stood fully in front of Yazata. With her face hidden from view, the woman turned smoldering eyes up at him and slowly licked her thick, full dicksucking lips. Moku'un felt a shiver roll down his spine. This lady was dirty . And apparently liked all the nasty things he was doing to her! The woman willingly opened her mouth and extended her tongue, offering him the most obscene blowjob face the orc boy had ever seen.

"Glrk! Glllggk! Glkkk! Glrurlk!" Yazata gurgled with effort.

Moku'un dug both hands into her golden hair, his palms flat against the back of her head. With a rough thrust he shoved his huge green fuckpole into her mouth. And then straight into her throat. His head tilted back and he moaned loudly as his boots braced against the wood of her desk. So he could thrust harder and force her to take more. The wet slurp and choke of the enchantress' throat being violated was all too loud and echoed through the office. Thick strings of drool dangled from Moku'uns fat kiddie orc dick as the delicious brown elf struggled to deepthroat his massively thick fuckslab.

"Uuungh that's better!" the little boy moaned.

The women in the mirrors no longer had a clear view of his activity. But the sight of his little green shotabutt flexing in time with Yazata's strained chokes and gags made matters very clear. If anything the enchantress' tormented splutters were all too graphic. It was the sound of a woman being forcefully facefucked. Of having her throat brutally violated without an ounce of respect or a drop of concern for her well being.

"Gawwk! Glawk! Gwawk! Grawwk!" the enchantress produced the wet, choked sputters of a woman being truly throat raped.

Moku'un panted as he picked up the pace. He thrust hard and fast, yanking his slimy green fuckpole back only to slam his oversized kidcock down her throat again. Yazata's bright gold eyes rolled in her head, tears streaking her mascara down her cheeks. The boy was merciless while he used her. Her shoulders heaved and her back strained, trying to pull her head back for merely a single breath. Moku'un refused to allow her even that dignity. When she struggled he fucked her throat harder . When she tensed he gripped her tighter and thrust faster.

"Gkawk! Glkark! Gmmfgawk!" the Enchantress wordlessly begged for air.

"Fuck, her throat is so tiiiiight!" Moku'un moaned, "Ungh, choke on it elf bitch! Choke on my fat orc kidcock you knife-eared spunkbucket!"

Spunkbucket, nice , Asmodai snickered.

Shut up! Moku'un snapped back, I'm doing my best .

You got it Moku'un! Kotaro said, I think they're buying it !

Yazata felt her vision narrowing to a point. The elf could not remember the last time anyone had been so rough with her. A great pity that was. She'd made do with the respectful and careful lovemaking of Lightlander partners for the last ten years. Men and women who, despite their experience, lacked the enthusiasm and overeagerness of a blue balled child. And certainly none of them had borne dicks big enough to really challenge her body. Truly she hadn't had a satisfying lover since her relationship with Cayden.

But as much as she was inwardly relishing the rough treatment, she was clinging to consciousness by a thread. Thus it came as a surprise and a mercy when Moku'un finally dragged his massive green fuckmeat free of her mouth and stepped to one side.

"Gggllllkh-aaaaah!" she gasped as soon as her mouth was free, "Ugh… uuhn… khk… g-goddess… oh g-goddess…"

She sagged forward in her bonds, drool and pre-nut spilling from her bruised and abused lips. Thick ropes of blowslop slid off Moku'uns enormous boycock and splattered to the desk, a visual testament to how hard he'd been pounding her throat. The thick emerald fuckpole glistened with the mixture of fluids, and it twitched ragingly hard in front of the elf woman's face.

"Well that's a good warm up," Moku'un grinned at Yazata, "How 'bout now huh? Gonna do what I want?"

"I will… glmm… I will not…," Yazata responded valiantly, "You… you shall not break me.."

"Listen to me you disgusting little rapist!" Archduchess Stoneglow cried through the mirror, "You will pay for this! I promise you will pay!"

"Little one a terrible thing was done to you," Princess Ravara put in, "But this cannot be resolved this way!"

"Sure it can," Moku'un snickered, "Watch."

The little orc focused on the collar once more. It proved to be surprisingly effective at providing for his needs. New ropes spooled into his palms, along with additional devices. Two saw toothed clamps, a couple of leaden weights, a pair of rounded hooks and wide O ring were also fabricated by the collar's gemstone. These the creative little orc put to use on Yazata's gorgeous body.

Both of the hooks went up her nose and the elf sputtered when he tied them to small cord. These he then looped over her head and attached to her collar behind her neck. The result tugged her nose into a piggish expression, further humiliating the well respected enchantress. The O ring he forced into her mouth, bracing her lips and teeth apart and then used its attached cords to tie it tightly behind her head. Unable to close her mouth Yazata was left to drool embarrassingly onto the desk in front of her.

The little orc hopped off the desk and snapped the two clamps menacingly. Yazata's eyes went a little wide with genuine fright. She knew exactly what he intended to do with those. One small green hand hefted her massive brown breast. He took a moment to appreciate her huge cowtits, slowly squeezing and kneading her ample titflesh. Lifting his head the little orc dragged his tongue over her slutty udder, groaning lustfully into her skin before he slurped her nipple into his mouth. The elf shivered and moaned with pleasure as he nursed at her bright pink teat, his tongue coaxing her nipple to fully crinkled hardness. The taut peak reached a full inch and a half in length of thick, rubbery nippleflesh. Moku'un drew his head back with a wet slurp and a grin.

"Mmm, yummy cow-tits," he grinned, "Now for the fun part."

Without warning or preamble he opened the clamp, slid it over her nipple and then let it snap closed. The saw toothed metal clamped down hard on her nipple and Yazata screamed.

"Aaaangggh!" the elven enchantress cried out in genuine pain.

Her huge breasts bounced as her whole body shivered, delectable agony rocketing through her curvy figure. The clamp were far too tight. The Enchantress was genuinely surprised that it did not draw blood. But it hurt badly. To her shame, she liked it. Had she been given the option she certainly would have persuaded him to release the tension. Potentially even uttered her safeword, had she been given one. As it was, she was entirely at this little boy's mercy. To harm or to please as he desired.

She hadn't been this wet in years.

An almost sorrowful moan slipped from her lips when his mouth latched onto her other breast. She knew what was coming. His sweet suckling and licking and kissing was oh so good . It made her tremble and moan. She entertained fantasies of letting all three boys put their cute little mouths to good use on her body. But she knew what he was doing. Coaxing her nipple to full, aching, engorged hardness. Once it had reached peak stiffness he withdrew his lips.

"Nuuh uuh… nuh-uuh!" Yazata shook her head, drooling and begging him not to apply the second clamp.

Moku'un ignored her and the other clamp bit down hard on her nipple. Yazata shrieked again, her body bouncing and rocking on her toes. Her fingers curled, her hips bucked and shuddered with agony. Her bright pink nipples ached from the savage bite of the clamps, and yet there was nothing she could do to either soothe or free them. To make matters worse she could feel Moku'un looping new cords through the clamps.

"One," he smirked, "And two."

Her cries redoubled as he applied the lead weights to each clamp, attached via short lengths of string. Each was barely more than a few ounces, but any weight tugging down on her abused nipples was almost too much to bear. Fresh tears sprang to her eyes as she sobbed and shuddered with anguish. She didn't have to pretend that it hurt. It did. And she was all too aware of how fucked up she was for being aroused by it.

"Little green bastard…" Chancellor Whiteoak hissed, "How dare you torture her so! Where are the guards!"

"I'm being told the spell portals are all deactivated," Princess Ravara reported grimly, "This little cretin had help."

"What, you thought I was the only orc up here?" Moku'un snickered and lied, "Nah it'd be one thing for some big strong warrior to take down this knife-eared whore. But gettin' raped senseless by a little kid? That's gotta be embarrassing ."

It was embarrassing. And Yazata's pussy was dripping down her thighs to hear him say it. She had been in control of this meeting. Had enjoyed the boost to her pride of arguing from a position of strength. Now she was being utterly broken down and humiliated in front of these women. She didn't truly care what they thought of her. In fact, she despised them. But she could not think of a more prestigious audience to bear witness to her downfall at the hands of an Outlander child.

"Now, I realize ya can't talk with that thing in yer mouth, but ya had your chance," Moku'un drawled, "So now I'm gonna mess you up really, really bad. And next time I ask, I'm bettin' you'll do as I say."

The little orc climbed onto the Enchantress's throne and stood behind her. His little hands grabbed her wide hips and yanked her backward toward him. Yazata gave an awkward gasp as she was forced to adjust her stance, struggling to keep from falling against her ropes while keeping her toes on the ground. The position proved to be a difficult one for her body, making her calves and back ache. But it was perfect for Moku'un. Her fat brown ass wobbled right in front of him and her juicy pussy was fully on display, ready for his huge underage fuckmeat.

"Hmm… cunt or ass…?" Moku'un deliberated, "Be quite a sight to show yer friends you spewing my jizz out your mouth. But I think letting 'em watch ya get orc bred is way better."

"Huuuuh!!" Yazata cried out in protest, shaking her fat bronze ass cheeks and her head at the same time, "Nuuh uuuh! Nuuh uuuuh!"

"Yeah, breeding it is," Moku'un grinned, "I love making babies. Never got to try doin' it in an elf pussy before!"

"Young man don't you dare-!" Princess Ravara attempted to intervene.

"Haaaaaaaaauuuuuuuh!!" Yazata screamed.

Moku'un had ignored the protests. His huge green cockhead fit right against that smooth, tight, dripping pussy. And then brutally rammed inside. The wet squelch of her fuckhole being split open was audible even over her scream as the little boy violated her pussy. Yazata's eyes watered and tears spilled down her face as she trembled on her tiptoes. Oh goddess in heaven he was huge !

"Uuuungh that's gooooood !" Moku'un moaned, "G-gunna make me nut right away! Nnrn… but not before I get… it all… in !"

With each punctuation he thrust his oversized, underaged breeding pole into her straining elfcunt. Wet sloppy strings of slutjuice dangled from her labia while she was brutally spread wide open. It had been too long since Yazata had fucked a cock anywhere near this size. Her pussy had gotten used to moderate Lightlander men, whose manageable penises were rarely above six inches in length. Now she was being forced wide open around a three-inch-thick, eleven-inch-long, twelve-year-old orcdick .

Plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!-plap!

Wet smacks issued from Yazata's fuckhole while the little boy fucked his way into her belly. Moku'uns greedy fingers gripped her jiggling assflesh, sinking his digits into her wobbling cheekmeat. With a husky groan he pushed hard again. He was telling the truth about being close to cumming. Fucking her throat had put him right on the edge. Now he was about to pop, and pop hard . The soles of his boots braced against the seat of her chair as the much smaller boy slammed his oversized fuckpole into her dripping, and secretly willing pussy.

"Uuuuuhngh! Haaaalllaaagh!" Yazata sobbed aloud, straining and struggling to accept the massive invader destroying her cunt.

"T-take it!" Moku'un grit his teeth aggressively, "Fucking take it !" he squeaked.

The last few inches of hot green kidcock slurped loudly into her pussy. Yazata's eyes bulged and her trim abdomen belled outward, taking on the lewd outline of his huge boydick. Her golden eyes rolled when she felt his fat cockhead crush her womb, smacking against her cervix and mashing her baby room up into her abdomen. Her thighs trembled. Much to her shame, she was going to cum too. In fact she was definitely going to cum when he-

"I'm cummiiiiing !" Moku'un groaned.

Drooling over her back the little orc's hips lurched against her big brown ass. Yazata lost all semblance of composure. A mingled scream, sob and moan tore from her lips when she felt his cumslit yawn wide and give her bruised cervix an open mouthed kiss. Her all too willing womb kissed his cock back, smooching deep inside her body like two lusty lovers. The weight of his bloated nutsack pulling up tight against her thighs was all too obvious a sensation. Then, without warning, permission or preamble, he unloaded in her.

" Haaaaaaaaangggggghhhhh! " Yazata screamed. And helplessly she orgasmed for him.

Her whole body lurched forward and she choked, spit flying from her open mouth as the blast of thick, chunky, tar-like orc seed splattered into her womb. The liquid pressure of his jelly-like nutsludge spewing into her uterus forced her to cum right along with him. Her body constricted and clenched, spasms rocking her entire body as they climaxed together. Her adult pussy squeezed and milked his underage fuckmeat, making her an even better fit for the little boy violating her. Her cunt gripped him tight, suckled and slurped on his brutally thick fuckpole while it desperately tried to help him soil her womb.

Sloooooorp… glooooooorp…. blrooooorp…!

Her belly expanded rapidly. Her back arched and she tossed her head, sending silky blonde hair flying over her shoulders. Gurgles emerged from the back of her throat, the only sound she was capable of makingwhile her womb inflated. Her previously flat, smooth tummy swelled with the boy's obscenely heavy load. Stinky pints of too-thick, smelly kidseed pumped into her unprotected fertility, attacking her eggs and eagerly impregnating her . The enchantress moaned in ecstasy as she felt the little boy knock her up, all too aware that he'd been successful in making sure this breeding stuck.

"Fuuuck that was… ungh that was good…" Moku'un panted, "I'm gonna go again…"

"Goddess above…" came a mournful prayer from Chancellor Whiteoak, "Thea are you not watching? Will you not save her?"

"Ya know as a friend of mine might say… she sure is watching, but she ain' gonna do shit," Moku'un boasted.

Wow I think I'm in love with you right now , Asmodai laughed.

You are such a bad influence Az, Kotaro snickered.

"Boast all you like, piglet," Archduchess Stoneglow snarled, "My airships are enroute to the Menagerie as we speak. You and your orcish cohorts will be apprehended and executed before the day is done."

Shit, that's your cue to wrap up, Cayden intervened, Can't let them realize the island is already on the move. Or ya know, catch you.

"Gotta catch us first," Moku'un sneered at the fat-titted dwarf, "And ya know what just for that? I'm gonna keep this knife-eared breeding bitch. Gonna make her pop out lotsa li'l half-orcs for me. Maybe when I grow up and get bored of her, I'll send her back to ya."

"You foul, disgusting, ill-bred, snotskinned little-!" Archduchess Stoneglow devolved into a tirade of insults.

"Guuuuullaaaah!" Yazata's next moan drowned her out.

Moku'un was fucking her again. Hard. His hips dragged backward and the bloated bubble of kidjizz in her belly visibly destabilized. Hot ropes of reeking orc cum spilled out of her pussy, a thick bubbling froth of boyjizz sliding down her thighs. The boy slammed his hips forward hard and Yazata rocked against her bonds. Her heavy tits swung, and she screamed as the heavy weights on her nipple clamps distended her massive teats. Her tongue lolled through the O-ring in her mouth as the boy dragged his hips back and then slammed his whole slab of underage cockmeat back into her fuckslit again.

"Haaaggh! Llaaah! Aaangh! Gha-aaah!" the elven enchantress screamed and sobbed.

Plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!-whap!-pwap!-fwap!-plap!

Moku'un leaned over her and picked up speed. The loud impacts of his oversized balls slapping her thighs set the tempo of their frantic rutting. Her fat brown asscheeks clapped with every hard smack of his hips against her. The much smaller boy railed the tall, elegant woman for all she was worth. The chandelier overhead creaked. The iron fittings groaned as Yazata's weight lurched forward again and again. Moku'un's hand snapped up to grip the back of her collar and pull back hard, using it for leverage to fuck her even faster.

"Gllk! Gkkack! Glllack!" Yazata choked.

The boy was strangling her now. The collar cut off her air and threatened to crush her windpipe. She drooled helplessly and foolishly, tears and mascara streaming down her cheeks. Without air her body was even more sensitive, her eyes going wide with shock and awe as the fat slab of underage fuckflesh destroyed her insides. The enchantress was certain now. She had never been fucked this hard before. The virility of orcs was legendary, and she'd enjoyed an orcish man a time or two in her life. But Moku'un's energy, fury and force were unmatched. Even Cayden had never been this rough with her!

"I'm gunna cum!" Moku'un groaned, "I'm gunna nut in this knife-ear's womb! I'm gonna knock her uuuuup!"

"Goddess I can't watch this anymore…" Chancellor Whiteoak lamented, before her mirror went black.

"You evil little insect!" Archduchess Stoneglow cried aloud, "I'll see you slain myself!"

Yazata's body quaked as the repeated impact of his battering ram of cockflesh assaulted her womb. She was going to be aching for days. She was going to be wet for days! Every twinge of pain from her bruised depths would be a reminder of this incredible fuck. The elf woman's glorious body thrashed against her bonds as his insistent, rapid pounding drove her to absolute madness. With a strangled choke she came and came hard , her body willingly clenching and squeezing over her tiny abuser's massive fuckpole.

" Gggglgllllgggkk !" was the only sound that came from her strangled throat.

Her eyes wide and unseeing stared straight ahead. Princess Ravara met her gaze and though Yazata's mind could no longer process her own sight, the Princess saw the look in the enchantress' eyes. It was not the gaze of a woman tortured, brutalized and humiliated. It was the stare of a woman in absolute nirvana . Without a word Princess Ravara terminated her connection, and her mirror went dark.

"Fuuuck I'm cumming agaaaaain!" Moku'un moaned.

His hips lurched forward and Yazata produced a sound like a strangled piglet. A choked squeak and squeal as the fat bubble of cum in her belly suddenly expanded again. The sound of chunky nutsludge being blasted into her already full womb was audible from outside her body. Her abdomen swelled, leaving her gravid and heavy as if already nine months pregnant. Yet Moku'un was still cumming and so she kept growing.

Glooooorp!... Ploooooooorp!... Slooooooorp!... Bloooooorp!

Thick quarts of hyper-virile, too-thick, extra-potent shotacum swarmed into her womb. His huge balls emptied themselves into her cunt as his fat fuckpole lurched, bucked and surged. Angry veins pulsed along the emerald beefslab with each powerful flex of his massive bitchbreaker. If there was any doubt left as to whether or not she was pregnant, it was removed with every spurt of his underage cock. Yazata's eyes went glassy as her vision narrowed to a point, and then darkness claimed her. With a splutter she went slack in her bonds, fucked into unconsciousness by the little boy's huge green cock.

As the enchantress fainted, she was left suspended only by the bonds on her wrists and Moku'uns huge green cock in her pussy. The little orc boy panted for breath as he let the woman's own weight slide her forward, dragging her used up sluthole off his throbbing fuckpole. With a loud wet slurp she slumped and her cunt gushed tar-thick ballslop all over the floor. Helpless shudders wracked her unconscious frame as her body released the nutbutter it could not contain. At last she was left hanging by her wrists from the ceiling, her toes in a puddle of thick smelling orc jizz.

"Whoo… that was good," Moku'un giggled boyishly and then looked up to the sole remaining ruler who was still in the conference, "Hope ya enjoyed the show miss dwarf."

Archduchess Mallory Stoneglow was beet red in the face, wrath written upon her brow. Words had failed her in her outrage. No syllables could express how horrified and angry she was at seeing her esteemed colleague so brutally raped. Her eyes dropped to the slick trunk of hot green fuckflesh that hung between the little boy's thighs. It had fallen to only half hardness and yet it was still obscenely huge. Try as she might she could not tear her eyes from it even while her jaw worked trying to formulate a reply. Moku'un hopped off the throne and gently patted Yazata's tear streaked face.

"We'll see if she's more co-operative when she wakes up," the little orc boy smiled, "Who knows, maybe you'll get lucky and your ships'll get here before then. But I've got a hunch they won't. Good-bye miss dwarf!"

With that the twelve-year-old leaned across the desk and smacked the gemstone on Yazata's desk. When nothing happened he squinted at it and slapped it again.

One finger, Cayden offered helpfully, You have to touch it and think about what you want it to do. Touch it and think 'off'.

Moku'un followed the instructions. And this time the last mirror finally went dark. Moku'un gestured to the boys under the desk, who crawled out and stood around the utterly defeated figure of Yazata. The little orc's dominant pretense vanished immediately, replaced by remorse and concern written across his brow.

"Help me get her down!" Moku'un urged, "Quick!"

The boys undid the knots that the orc had tied to keep her lashed to the desk and the chandelier. With only a little difficulty the three of them carried her away from her desk and laid her on a couch in the corner of her office. The movement was enough to rouse Yazata who's eyelids fluttered as consciousness finally returned. Moku'un held out a hand to the collar. The ropes and bonds around her body swiftly unknotted themselves. The hooks in her nose, the ring in her mouth and the clamps on her nipples all fell away. The collar's gemstone shimmered as all the bondage materials were 'sucked' back into it and vanished with a wink of blue light. Moku'un reached for the collar and gingerly unsnapped it, then removed it entirely from Yazata's neck.

"Are you okay…?" he asked worriedly and sheepishly.

Yazata opened her mouth to speak. Instead what came out was a rough, wet cough. She licked her lips and wiped her watering eyes. Kotaro gathered up the scraps of her gown and offered them to her to use as tissues. It was not lost on Yazata that he had brought her the remains of her dress, but in the absence of anything else to use she was grateful for his attempt at consideration. When at last she could speak again, she did so in a rough and raspy voice.

"I see… no one taught you about bondage safety," she chuckled wryly, "My fault, I suppose. You are only a child, after all."

"Did I go too far?" Moku'un winced guiltily.

" Entirely too far, child," Yazata agreed, before she reached up and weakly patted his cheek, "But I must admit… I've not been fucked like that in years. I am impressed, to be honest."

Moku'un smiled sheepishly and squirmed with embarrassment. But he squeaked with surprise when she lightly slapped his cheek in reprimand.

"I will be instructing you on proper bondage and domination techniques in the days to come," she informed him sternly, "I'll not have you being a little savage to some other poor woman. In fact, all of you will attend. Understood?"

Despite being cumsoaked, tear stained and disheveled, there was something undeniably powerful about the enchantress. And a look in her eyes that said that disagreeing and disobeying would come with severe consequences. All three boys immediately nodded their heads.

"Yes ma'am," Moku'un agreed sternly.

"Uh huh," Asmodai added.

"Y-yes Yazata-sensei," Kotaro nodded.

"Good boys," Yazata replied curtly and then smiled softly at the guilty pouts on their cute little faces, "Oh don't give me that look. Will you feel better if I tell you I enjoyed it?"

"A little?" Moku'un winced.

"I enjoyed it child," she laughed, and then coughed as she rubbed at her bruised throat, "And I think it was more than adequate to convince the Lightlander rulers. Mine will be a tale of tragic torment and abduction, rather than treason and betrayal. I think that will buy us ample time to plan."

The door creaked open and Anima stepped inside.

"Headmistress," the AutoMatron spoke, "I have detected multiple incoming vessels. They appear to be dwarven airships en route to intercept us."

"Raise the invisibility field and accelerate the Menagerie," Yazata instructed the synthetic woman, "Alter course enough to keep them from finding us. I do not wish for them to catch up."

Anima shifted her gaze to Kotaro seeking confirmation of the orders.

"Uhm yes please do what she says," Kotaro nodded to her.

"Acknowledged," Anima answered, and then stepped back out of the office.

"You're going to have to give her back her free will, you know," Yazata smirked slightly at Kotaro, "She isn't an object. She's a person… no matter what some might say."

"Oh yes, yes I will," Kotaro answered earnestly.

"So now what?" Asmodai asked impatiently.

"Now I will go find a bath," Yazata sighed as she sat up and attempted to rise to her feet, an effort that failed almost immediately and caused her to sit back down, "Or perhaps wait until I have sensation in my legs again."

"Sorry about that…" Moku'un apologized.

"Don't be, little orc," Yazata laughed lightly, "In a way, I think I needed that. How about you boys go take a look from the gardens and watch the sky go by. Not every day you get to ride on a flying island, yes?"

"Ooo that sounds like fun!" Kotaro bounced, "I'll race ya!"

"Yeah alright that sounds cool," Asmodai chuckled, "Hey wait up!"

The oni and the demon took off through the office doors bounding down the hallway. Moku'un shot one last apologetic look at Yazata and then hurried along after them. The enchantress was left alone in her office, her hands resting on her cum bloated belly. Chewing her lip she savored the sensation of fullness, and the ache deep in her pussy. With a resigned groan she let one hand wander down between her thighs to place her slender fingers over her clit. Steadily she began to rub her pleasure button, sighing with lust when she could no longer resist the need to orgasm over the feeling of being full of hot, underage, baby making orcseed.

"Mnn… shotas indeed…" she moaned.

Notes:

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Chapter 16: Chapter 16 - Next Level

Summary:

In which the boys level up again, and nobody has any sex.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Chapter 16 - Next Level

The next day…

"It's good to see you again Yaz," Cayden tipped his head.

The throne room of Castle Shota was lively once more. Around the table sat the core members of the budding resistance force. Seated to the sides of Cayden's throne were Asmodai, Moku'un and Kotaro. The left side of the table was occupied by Seiko, Greta, Thora and Thala. The right side seated Eris, Serafina, Leona and Fionna. On the opposite side of the round table, Yazata and Anima took their seats. Placed on the table in front of Yazata's chair was an ornate vase. It contained a beautiful arrangement of long-stem yellow roses.

"And you," Yazata primly sniffed the bouquet in front of her.

"How are the girls?" Cayden asked softly.

"You mean our daughters?" Yazata replied stiffly, "They still write. Their last letter asked that if I see you before they do, that I tell you "hello daddy" for them."

A happy smile rose to Cayden's lips. Since her arrival, Yazata had been quite stand-offish with her former lover. She was suddenly reminded that Cayden's beautiful smile had always taken her breath away.

"I… I hope they understand," Cayden expressed.

"I think they do," Yazata nodded, "They miss their father. It would be a lie to say I did not share the sentiment," she raised her eyes from Cayden and smiled at the assembly of women around the table, "I have missed all of you, in fact. It is good to see us united again."

"How have you been Yazata-sensei?" Seiko asked warmly.

"Rather well, Ayanami-dono," Yazata greeted in turn, "The Lightlanders remain bigots and fools, but I do my best to educate their children in the ethical practice of magic. I am sorry that I could not do more to stop their invasions but… in truth even I did not know they had summoned a new Hero until it was far too late."

"Not your fault Yaz," Greta smiled from her side of the table, "I think we're all just glad to be here in one piece. Now we can do something about it."

"Something serious," Cayden cleared his throat, his delicate brow furrowing with determination, "I think it's time to stop the half-measures. We have to really make something change this time. But first, we have to deal with this Hero."

"Yes, your new friends tell me you've a plan to 'unsummon' him, as they put it," Yazata nodded to the other three shotas at the table, "I know no one knows more about dungeon cores than you. But do you believe that such a thing is possible?"

"If the Summoning Stone can call someone here, it should be able to send them back," Cayden shrugged, "The problem is, the Lightlanders learned a long time ago not to leave the core connected to the core network. I can't access it or even track it with the other cores. Which is why…"

"Which is why you sent your new friends to 'kidnap' me," Yazata smirked softly, "I admit, I did miss your rather dramatic flair for strategy."

"Well you're here now," Cayden smiled in return, "And thank you for letting us use your dungeon core."

Above the table the Dawn Crystal hovered and glowed warmly. Beside it the Armillary Sphere floated in a synchronized orbit, the two cores slowly circling one another above the group's heads.

"I'll be wanting it back when this is all over," Yazata stated, "So please don't burn it out."

"I've definitely learned my lesson about that," Cayden laughed, "Won't be reliving the Atlantis fiasco."

"Atlantis fiasco?" Asmodai asked.

"Ah that was an amusing one," Eris spoke up with a titter, "We found a dungeon sunk off the coast. Atlantis, he called it. Cayden wanted to re-program its core to give automatons in the Lightlands their freedom."

"Free them?" Kotaro asked, "Free them how?"

"My kind are seen as tools, objects, slaves," Anima spoke up, "We were created by the ancients to be caretakers of the dungeons. But the Lightlanders used the dungeon cores to repurpose us and bind us to their will. Most of my kind are kept enslaved by the Lightlanders who control our dungeon cores. I was an exception, as Yazata granted me free will and administrator rights of my dungeon when she took possession of the Menagerie. Still, our freedom is a fragile concept. As you boys well know."

"I said I was sorry…," Kotaro moped quietly.

The oni boy couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw the tiniest quirk of Anima's lips. An expression that might have been an amused smile.

"Cayden hoped to use one dungeon core to affect all the others," Yazata further explained, "To give all the automatons their free will at once. Instead he burnt out the core, causing it to explode. And we barely escaped Atlantis with our lives."

"A burned out core can never function again," Cayden explained with a wince, "It dies forever and is just a useless hunk," he looked to Yazata, "Which I promise won't happen with yours."

"See that it doesn't," she replied primly, "Now, you wanted to know where the Summoning Stone is?"

"If you'd be so kind," Cayden nodded to her.

"It lies on the far side of Kelandor, the elven kingdom," Yazata explained, "There is a mountain atop which the Lightlanders built a temple of sorts. It is distinctly not a dungeon, but it is well guarded nonetheless. It was built to contain the Summoning Stone and consequently it is known as the Summit of Summoning. You will find it overlooking the Everedge Coast, upon the shores of the Boundless Ocean."

Cayden called up a map of the world, which projected itself as a hologram over the table. The boys leaned in as Yazata raised a hand and pointed. The projection responded by zooming in on the elven kingdom, and then highlighting a ring of light. True to her word, it lay on the complete opposite side of the continent from them.

"All this to keep it safe from me, no doubt," Cayden sighed.

"Else you would know where and how to find it," Yazata nodded, "To be fair, the Summit contains more than just the Summoning Stone. There are all manner of relics and artifacts are held there. Things the Lightlanders wish kept out of the 'wrong hands'. I advocated for its use to keep such items out of their hands as well. The Priory of the Summoner protects the Summit, and once an artifact goes in, it is never permitted to leave."

"And who is this 'Summoner' they serve?" Cayden asked, and then blinked, "Oh wait don't tell me…"

"Indeed," Yazata nodded, "'Tis none other than our very own Nimue."

"Oh, lovely," Greta scoffed with displeasure, "Of course it is."

"How is she?" Cayden asked.

"Quite well," Yazata nodded, "She is Grand Summoner now, and the Priory answers to her directly."

"Who is this lady?" Moku'un pipped up.

Cayden waved a hand and the holo display changed. Now it depicted a vision of beauty.

A pale skinned elf woman stood in regal repose. She wore a sheer rose colored toga that clung to her voluptuous figure. Laced sandals rose up her legs to her knee, and pink ribbon bows were tied around her thick, toned thighs. Her bust was much more modest than that of Yazata's, but her ample hips and thighs made the toga strain to contain her proportions. Her expansive ass was so thick that the underswells of her broad, pale cheeks hung from beneath the hem of the toga. Twin stoles of pale white ribbons wrapped around her, and fluttered in an unseen breeze. Her hair was a cascade of bright pink curls which descended almost to her feet. A crown of golden laurels sat atop her head. Her face was beautiful, with thick, full lips and bright violet eyes.

"Nimue Skywind," Cayden explained, "A high elf. One of the last of her kind."

"What's the difference?" Asmodai asked, "An elf's an elf right?"

"There are different cultures and ancestries, young man," Yazata replied smoothly, "Those who rule the kingdom of Kelandor are sun elves and wood elves. You might have noticed we share skin nearly as dark as your own. Then there are dark elves and wild elves. Pagans who refused the worship of Thea. But Nimue is a high elf, one of the remaining few of our ancestral lineage. The high elves were the first of our kind to come to Juvenal from Faemoor. It was Nimue who summoned Cayden to this realm."

"She and Yazata were my first companions," Cayden smiled up at the image

"Was that all we were?" Yazata inquired without a change in her tone, "Companions?"

Cayden balked and lightly cleared his throat. All eyes shifted to him, waiting for the boy to continue. Once the blonde had gotten his flush under control he gave a light shake of his head.

"No," he answered quietly, "You were much more than that. I… I want to apologize Yaz. For the way things ended…"

"Your apology is accepted," Yazata responded genty, "I may not have liked your decision Cayden, but I always understood it. However, we can discuss it later. For now, your friends need to know how to save their families, yes?"

"Right," Cayden nodded, turning his eyes back to the other boys, "So we know Nimue holds the stone at the summit. And I'm sad to say that she has absolutely no love for Outlanders. She will not just give up the stone."

"Even if she would," Greta piped up, "How the heck are we supposed to get there? That's a lot of elven territory to cross."

"And flying is quite out of the question," Seiko put in, "Dwarven airships patrol the skies over the Lightlands. It will not be long before they come east."

"That… does pose a problem," Cayden rubbed his chin, "I might be able to find an unoccupied dungeon somewhere in the Lightlands to teleport you to… somewhere they wouldn't expect but…"

"Might I interject?" Serafina spoke up.

All eyes turned to the voluptuous sorceress who smiled smugly.

"If you cannot travel across the Lightlands or above them," she put forth, "Have you considered the Umbraneath?"

Cayden squinted slightly and called up the hologram of the Juvenal map once more. His fingers quickly manipulated the image, scanning the map for various points of interest.

"Ya mean underneath?" Kotaro asked curiously.

"No little stud," Serafina smiled to the oni, making him blush, "The Umbraneath ."

"What's that?" Moku'un asked.

"In this discussion of elves, you mentioned the dark elves," Serafina explained, "Once upon a time they dwelt by night in the woods of Kelandor. Until the kingdom adopted the Thean faith and abandoned all their ancestral beliefs. Including the wild elf and dark elf beliefs in the Fae Courts. The sun and wood elves drove out their kin. The wild elves fled north and eventually migrated across the Cleavage Sea. But the dark elves…"

"The dark elves moved into the deep caverns beneath Juvenal," Yazata picked up the narrative, "A network of catacombs, tunnels and caves lies miles below our very feet. They are an ecosystem unto themselves and collectively they are known as the Umbraneath. A dark realm replete with monsters. True monsters. All manner of horrors dwell in those caverns."

"But so do the dark elves," Serafina continued, "They've fashioned quite the empire down there for themselves. And they've no love of the Lightlands above their heads. If you were to survive the darkness of the Umbraneath and make it to their civilization… they might help you get to where you wish to go."

"What just cause we tell 'em we wanna kick the Lightlanders in the teeth?" Asmodai asked, "I know no demon would help without getting something out of it. Why would these people?"

"They would not," Serafina nodded, "But I spent some time among their people, trading my services as a sorceress in return for safety. It is how I kept Kali and I safe when the Lightlanders grew zealous once more. You will need to bring them something to trade."

"Like what?" Moku'un asked.

"Like a dungeon core," Cayden stated.

He flicked his fingers and the map changed. It depicted the map of the Kelandor kingdom, and then it changed shades. Instead of showing land, trees and hills it instead displayed tunnels, chasms and caves. Three glowing points were illuminated on the map and Cayden pointed to one of them.

"Look here," he gestured to the middle-most point of light, "This is Innsdeep, the capital city of the dark elves. It sits in the center of the Shandthar, the dark elven nation that rules the Umbraneath."

The boy shifted his hand to gesture to the northeasternmost point of light.

"This is a dungeon on the edge of the dwarven principality," Cayden continued, "The Coiling Labyrinth. Its tunnels reach all the way from the Bazonga Mountains to just outside the dark elves' territory. The entrance is on this side of the mountains. You can use that dungeon to get into the Umbraneath, and snag the Labyrinth's dungeon core on your way out."

"And then hope they'll take our deal when we offer them the core?" Moku'un asked.

"That's the idea," Cayden nodded, "And I'm not sure that we have a better one. If there is a way to the other side of the Lightlands through the Umbraneath, the elves will know. Otherwise, we'd have to sail clear around the continent, which could take months."

"The only problem with that," Eris pointed out, "Is that the Coiling Labyrinth is a Dark Dungeon."

"What's a Dark Dungeon?" Kotaro asked nervously.

"There are some dungeons that were taken over by especially evil creatures," Cayden sighed, "The same eldritch horrors that we think destroyed the ancient civilization. We don't know much about those creatures, other than that they are mind bending monsters from beyond reality. Dark dungeons are under their control. So I wouldn't be able to teleport you to that dungeon's core. Not until the dungeon is cleared and the darkness driven out."

"So we're doin' it the hard way," Asmodai flexed his fingers, "Fine by me. For now, we got a second core here. So that means we get a new power up, right Cay?"

"It sure does," Cayden agreed, "But you'll need new gear for that, so I imagine the ladies will need to get to work making you new stuff and attuning it to you."

"Which means a new milking session," Greta grinned, "Hope you boys' balls are loaded."

"Always…" Moku'un complained softly.

"In that case perhaps we should get to work," Seiko laughed gently, "We shall unburden the children and ensure that they will be ready for their next adventure."

"I take it there's no other business?" Cayden asked, looking across the table, "Alright then. See you all back here when everything is ready."

The group rose from their seats and split up. Kotaro quietly requested a private milking from Seiko this time, who gave him a motherly laugh and escorted him off to her personal chambers. Asmodai strutted off with Eris and Serafina, and invited Leona and Fionna along to join in. Moku'un pushed out his chair while Greta chatted with Thora and Thala. Since the ladies were busy, the orc boy turned to Cayden.

"Hey Cayden?" the little orc spoke up, "Uhm… can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's up?" the white boy looked to him and smiled.

"Uhm… are we like… good?" the orc inquired, "After everything that happened with Yazata?"

"Yeah," Cayden nodded, looking puzzled, "Why wouldn't we be?"

"I mean… you obviously still like her," Moku'un chuckled nervously, "And I think she still likes you. And uhm… I'm pretty sure I knocked her up yesterday soooo…"

"Oh, that?" Cayden laughed and waved a hand, "Look man don't worry about it. It happens. Can't help that being a shota means being constantly horny," he gave the green boy a little grin.

"Yeah but isn't she like… special to you?" Moku'un rubbed the back of his neck with a hand.

"She is but… honestly?" a blush rose to Cayden's pale cheeks, "I've never minded sharing."

Moku'un didn't look convinced. Which made Cayden laugh.

"Lemme put it this way…," the blonde boy snickered "You get along pretty well with Kotaro yeah?"

"Oh sure," Moku'un nodded, "Kota's cool. He's nice and helpful and lots of fun to hang out with."

"Alright," Cayden smiled, "Now let's say uhm… your sister, Khasha was it? Say she and Kotaro hooked up. Would you be mad?"

"Not… really?" Moku'un considered it for a moment, "I think they'd probably have fun together."

"Even if they made a baby together?" Cayden asked.

Moku'un had to stop and think about that one for a moment. For a brief moment he felt a bristle of possessiveness. But the next moment he realized that he didn't think he'd mind that much at all. Khasha was special to him for sure. But if she was with a trusted friend like Kotaro…

"I think I'd be alright if it was Kota," Moku'un nodded after a moment of silence, "I think Khasha'd like him anyway," then the little orc gave a pervy grin "And we could take turns putin' babies in her. See who can make her kick out the most kiddos!"

"See?" Cayden chuckled a little, "Sharing ladies with other boys… it can be fun sometimes! I think Yazata'll make a cute little half-orc baby for you. And it'll be neat."

"Huh, sounds like you've uh… thought about this," Moku'un observed.

"It's… kind of a thing of mine," Cayden nodded and blushed, "Sometimes I like… watching, more than doing. And if the boys I'm sharing ladies with are boys that I'm friends with… well it's a lot of fun to share."

"Hehe… well okay uhm," Moku'un rubbed the back of his neck, "I still feel like I owe ya one though. So whenever I do find Khasha, I'll put in a good word for ya. I don't think she's ever hooked up with a human before. And then you guys could make a half-orc," the green boy grinned.

"Thanks, that sounds like fun," Cayden laughed, his blush deepening, "It's been awhile since I was… ya know, with a girl and stuff. But I think it'd be fun to meet your sister."

"Sounds like we gotta get you laid more then," Moku'un laughed, "Ooo we should do like a sex party in the bath house! Get everybody in on it!"

"I'll think about it," Cayden laughed again, "For now, I think the girls are waiting for you."

Moku'un turned toward the doorway where Greta, Thora and Thala stood by chatting lightly. He gave Cayden a salute and a smile, then turned to trot over to the three little ladies. Cayden waved in return and chuckled as he relaxed back onto his throne. In truth the young Hero was just glad to not be alone anymore. Ten years in isolation had been unbearable. He had forgotten how good it was to have friends.

—--

A few days later…

"You guys ready?" the blonde haired hero asked, "Cause here we go."

The group had once more gathered in the throne room, where the three boys stood before the round table ready to receive their next power up. Moku'un grinned broadly while Kotaro vibrated with excitement. Asmodai attempted to look as casual as possible, but it was clear that even he was eager to see what came next. Cayden's hands operated two glowing menus, his fingertips tapping through the nested options and drop boxes as he assigned gear and set experience expenditures. Above his head the Armillary Sphere hummed aloud, power crackling within its center.

"Back in my day, we called this 'leet hax'," Cayden giggled a little to himself, "Bet kids don't say that back home anymore."

"What does that even mean?" Kotaro scrunched his nose in confusion.

"It means this ," Cayden tapped a large button that read 'Confirm' floating in front of him.

The Armillary Sphere released three beams of light which struck each of the three boys. Cascades of data coiled around them, causing the children to levitate from the ground. Now Asmodai couldn't resist an elated cackle as he watched his level number rapidly scroll upward.

"Moku'un," Cayden announced, providing the helpful explanation for what was happening to the boys, "The Warrior is a beast on the battlefield. But he also hears the voices of his ancestors, and feels their fury. That fury is yours now, and it makes you a Barbarian."

Moku'uns eyes widened when he realized Cayden was right. New faces now stood in the assembly around them. Orcish warriors he had glimpsed before, now fully visible before him. They stepped forward, one after the next, thumping their fists against their tattooed chests as they chanted low and deep. A rush of knowledge, muscle memory and skill flooded into the little orc. Exuberantly, he released a wild cry of battle wrath.

Physical changes cascaded over him. New tattoos blossomed across his skin. Tribal crosshatching mingled with murals of crashing waves, exploding mountains and shark-toothed swords. Scrimshaw ornaments of whalebone wove themselves into his dreadlocks, and his hair grew longer to spill down over his shoulders. Thick plates of bleached white bone fastened themselves to his drakeskin gauntlets and boots, and similar plates gird his elbows and knees. Leather chaps made from scaley basilisk hide gird his hips and thighs, but left his crotch and ass completely bare. Tribal stitching decorated his sharkskin cocksleeve, writing the orcish words for "virility", "power" and "breeding" along his dicksheath. A thick pauldron of a shark's skull settled on his left shoulder, secured to his sharkskin harness. Jagged wyrms teeth manifested on the back of his axes, turning them into double-headed fanged war axes. Moku'un gripped his new weapons and raised them high with a shout of triumph.

"Kotaro," Cayden went on, "The Ninja is swift, silent and cunning. But when stealth and wits are not enough, he becomes a deadly killing machine. It takes a lifetime to master these bloody arts, but they are yours now as a lethal Shinobi."

The strike of a gong and the beat of drums reached Kotaro's ears. The world melted into ink and paint, a calligrapher's brush illustrating the chamber around him. In each and every brush stroke he saw the hidden truths of the shadow, of illusion, of the blade. As each swipe of the brush made the world real again the knowledge flowed into his mind and muscles, inscribed into the very fiber of his being.

Thick shimenawa cords coiled around his shoulders and bound in a large bow behind his back. The magatama jewel upon his forehead was replaced. Instead a polished steel headband gird his forehead. It was engraved with the kanji for "Red" and "Shadow". Slim sode armor plates gird his shoulders. A leather holster formed and strapped itself to his left thigh, while studded leather bands encircled his right. A string of jade magatama beads set on a choker bound his throat, while a similar icon emblazoned itself upon the crotch of his fundoshi. Suneate boots bound his legs and feet, while kote gauntlets settled upon his small fists. Here the magatama symbol was repeated on the backs of his hands and the tops of his feet. His long hair was pulled up into a spiky ponytail atop his head, secured by a black lacquered cuff and two chopsticks set with jade beads. A lash of ink flashed before him and transformed into a coiling chain attached to a small kama scythe. Kotaro caught the kusarigama and slid it into the sheath at his thigh.

"Asmodai," Cayden went on, "The Warlock calls to the forces of darkness and binds them to his will. But there is more than fire and fear at your fingertips. You can call forth devils, sunder spells and master blood magic as a powerful Thaumaturge."

The floor at Asmodai's feet cracked and smoke arose to surround his small brown body. The scream of tortured souls roiled forth as the demon boy breathed in and the smoke poured into his open mouth. His eyes burned with hellish flame and the shadows of the room deepend while wicked laughter echoed around him.

Decorative golden chains spilled across his dark brown skin. The chains laced between his piercings, three such chains linking his nose piercing to his left ear. A golden band fastened itself around his throat, and gilded chains strung across his slim chest to attach his nipple rings to each other. More such chains then attached his nipple rings to his collar, creating decorative loops of golden links. A flowing crimson sash wrapped about his waist, its soulsilk fabric flowing like blood and occasionally appearing to drip with sanguine fluid. A half-dozen golden bracelets wrapped themselves around each of his arms, girding his slim biceps and his wrists. Gem encrusted rings fastened themselves around his little brown toes, and golden chains linked them to his gilded anklets. The end of his long black braid was secured by a thick golden bauble, and gleaming gold ribbons laced through his cornrows. Upon his brow the red opal stone was replaced by a gilded tiara that bore a deep black opal stone set in its center.

The lights faded away and the three children levitated back to the ground. The level number above their heads finally stopped scrolling and when it did all three boys whooped with joy.

"Level 40 !?" Kotaro exclaimed.

"Oh you're going to need it," Cayden chuckled wryly, "Trust me. The Labyrinth is going to be tough. But I'm sure you'll put these new skills to good use."

"You bet your tight ass I will!" Asmodai snickered as he wiggled his fingers, "Ooo I can feel the power!"

"Speaking of power," Cayden smiled, "Let's take a look at your skills!"

"You mean like sewing or something?" Kotaro asked.

"Not quite," Cayden laughed, "Skills are special abilities that develop as you do stuff on your adventure. You guys should already have quite a few. Let's take a peek at Moku'un first."

The blonde's fingertips manipulated the menus once more and tapped two buttons. Moku'un gasped when glowing letters scrolled through the air above his head.

Moku'un's Skill List:

Shota: Immortal underage boy who will never grow up

Big Boy: Unusually large cock, balls and semen capacity.

Excessive Supply: Can produce pints of cum per shot, and gallons of cum per day.

Cum Stink: Seed is especially smelly and causes arousal in those who smell it.

Viscous Seed: Cum is especially thick, tacky and sticky.

Precocious Brat - Novice: Exceptionally good at seducing women of any age.

Fuck Stud - Novice: Particularly skilled at sex.

Little Breeder - Novice: Especially virile and good at impregnating partners.

"Wh-what are these!?" Moku'un exclaimed, his green cheeks turning a little darker.

"Huh… these are dirtier than I remember. Must be the new game update?" Cayden couldn't help a soft snicker of his own at the orc boy's embarrassment but he quickly cleared his throat, "Anyway, these are your skills. Your special abilities. It looks like you've uh… you've been busy. Let's check Kotaro's."

"Wait I-," Kotaro began.

But Cayden had already pressed the button. And words scrolled into the air above Kotaro for everyone to see.

Kotaro's Skill List:

Shota: Immortal underage boy who will never grow up

Big Boy: Unusually large cock, balls and semen capacity.

Quick Shot: Reaches orgasm quickly and with very little stimulation.

Deep Tanks: Produces lots of pre-cum and very large cumloads.

Creamy Cum: Seed is especially smooth and creamy.

Precocious Brat - Novice: Exceptionally good at seducing women of any age.

Fuck Stud - Novice: Particularly skilled at sex.

Little Breeder - Novice: Especially virile and good at impregnating partners.

"Aw c'mooon!" Kotaro complained, "I-I don't cum that fast!"

"It's nothing to be ashamed of dear," Seiko gently affirmed from the wings of the room, "I find it quite adorable."

Kotaro blushed and squirmed. His fundoshi bulged at her praise. No sooner than he'd pitched a lewd tent of boymeat, a new alert pinged over his head.

Skill Gained: Momma's Boy

Increased sexual performance with maternal encouragement.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" Asmodai pointed at Kotaro and laughed, "Oh man that's rich ! Do me next Cay, do me!"

"As you wish," Cayden chuckled and shook his head.

He pressed the button and the skill list blossomed into being above Asmodai's head.

Asmodai's Skill List:

Shota: Immortal underage boy who will never grow up

Big Black Cock: Possesses dark skin and an exceptionally large penis.

Steaming Seed: Cum is always the temperature of hot wax.

Big Loads: Produces quarts to gallons of cum with every cum load.

Fast Talker: Gains a bonus to all Charm and Alacrity rolls.

Precocious Brat - Novice: Exceptionally good at seducing women of any age.

Fuck Stud - Novice: Particularly skilled at sex.

Little Breeder - Novice: Especially virile and good at impregnating partners.

"Novice!?" Asmodai raged, "What the fuck!?"

"Unique Skills are a little different from normal skills," Cayden explained, "They level up as you use them. The ranks are Novice, Expert and Master."

"Yeah but I've definitely got more experience doin' all that stuff than these two!" he jerked a thumb at Moku'un and Kotaro.

"Hey!" the other two boys shot back.

"Your levels got reset, remember?" Cayden observed, "You're not a Boss anymore. So all that experience before doesn't count. You're starting from the same place they are."

"Hah-hah!" Moku'un pointed at Asmodai and laughed.

"For now I'll leave your skill notifications up for you," Cayden chuckled, "That way you'll be able to see when your skills increase or when you gain new ones."

Asmodai's brow furrowed. The little black brat growled and curled his fingers angrily.

"Ooo when I find that Hero I'm gonna…," the demon prince punched one fist into his palm.

A burst of fire erupted from his hands. The flames raged around him in a column of Wildfire before receding to floating embers.

"Whoa… okay that's more like the fire I remember," Asmodai brightened immediately, "I wonder if I can…"

He raised his hands and his fingers curled. The shadows in the corners of the room deepened. Then from within each inky shade, huge black claws stretched forth. The monstrous limbs with razor sharp tips smothered the stained glass windows, blocking out the light and plunging the throne room into darkness. Asmodai cackled wickedly and then let the terrifying shadows recede.

"Fuck yeah…," the demon grinned savagely, "Now we're talking."

"You think that's cool?" Moku'un smirked, "I think I've got something cooler…"

The little barbarian turned and sprinted the length of the throne room. He then turned back, crouched down and sprang forward. As he did so a powerful howl erupted from the ether and the spiritual specter of a fully grown warg wolf emerged beneath him. The orc boy landed astride it's back and squealed with glee as he rode his new ephemeral mount in circles around the throne room.

"Okay okay… I think I can do this…" Kotaro focused, determined to show off as well, " Oni bunshin no jutsu !" he cried as his hands snapped together in a rapid series of ninja hand seals.

With a chuff of smoke two nearly identical copies of Kotaro appeared to either side of him. The sole difference was that one's garments were tinted white, while the other's bore a deep blue hue. Kotaro blinked in surprise at his two new counterparts. One of them waved while the other made a funny face. Kotaro poked each of them, confirming that they were solid. With a quick clap of his palms he banished the clones, causing them both to evaporate into smoke.

"Ooo you can be in like, three places at once!" Moku'un cooed with awe.

"More I think… if I focus hard enough," Kotaro said as he stared at his own hands in amazement, "This is really neat! Thanks Cayden!"

"I just hope it's enough to get you where you're going," Cayden nodded his head.

"It better be!" Greta pipped up, "We put hard work into all that gear! Every bit's bespelled and made from the best materials! Had to send Thora and Thala out to hunt down all kinds of crap for what you boys are wearing!"

"Just be careful out there," Seiko urged them gently, "And if it's too much, you know you can always come back here and try again."

"Try not to get your ass kicked again, brother dear," Eris sniffed, "You still have your end of our deal to uphold after all."

"Gee, thanks Eris," Asmodai rolled his eyes.

"Well I don't know about you guys," Moku'un chuckled, "But I'm ready for the next adventure."

"Heck yeah!" Kotaro pumped his fist.

"Good luck guys," Cayden smiled to them, "Your quest awaits."

With hoots and hollers of exuberance, the three boys made their way out of the throne room, eager to take on their next challenge.