Anastasia was on her way to meet up with her beloved master. Her face heated up as she thought about him. He had never even been a blip on her radar, and it was the greatest fortune that she had been able to meet him. A pang of dread ran through her heart as she imagined what her life would be like if she had never met him. She barely wanted to even consider the thought.
She was meant to be unrivalled at gathering information. Appraising the most precious and extravagant goods and resources was meant to be her speciality, yet her master had almost escaped her notice entirely. She felt ashamed of herself for such an oversight. But her master had found her anyway, enslaving her utterly and making her his. It was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to her.
Every day he consumed her thoughts. Nobody had mentioned her seeming distracted, but Anastasia thought she must have been. She loved her master, but in a way it was frustrating that she couldn't focus on her business affairs like she used to. She really had it bad for him. Now she understood why she was always told that business and love were to be kept as far away from each other as possible.
Anastasia's life motto had been to want everything, but now, all she really wanted was him. She would even be willing to give up on the Royal Selection, if it would benefit her master.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration ran through her. No, the best course of action would be to leverage her position here, and work with the other royal candidates to put her master on the throne. Yes, it was perfect! It was the only kind of position he deserved!
Buuuuut, she was still a greedy girl. If her master was going to be the King of Lugunica, then she wanted to squeeze as much profit out of it as she could. She would handle all the merchandising rights! It would be her honour to promote her master's image wherever she could. And if she could have her way, her child would be the first to inherit the throne.
She pouted a little bit. Emilia had quite the head start on her. She might even be pregnant already. Anastasia couldn't afford to waste any time. She had to get pregnant as soon as possible, and hopefully beat Emilia to the punch.
***
***
He would fuck all five of these girls silly.
On cue, he heard a knock at the door. It opened slightly, revealing a lightly blushing Emilia peeking her head through the door. For whatever reason, she didn't reveal any more of herself.
"Um! We're all ready for you, Master! P-please join us in the bedroom!"
"Sure. I'll be right there."
What did they have planned for him? He was very excited to find out. They ultimately had the initiative here, and he was going into this blind, with only a vague plan.
He had been tempted to put a lot of thought into planning how to fuck five different women efficiently, but he had immediately realised the silliness in trying to take something like an orgy and optimise it for efficiency. He was just gonna go with the flow and see where it took him. He wasn't sure he was going to make sure that everybody got an equal amount of orgasms or anything, but he did plan to make sure everybody was fully satisfied.
He started to head towards the bedroom, where he knew all five of his girls were waiting for him.
Arriving at his destination, he pushed open the door.
His breath hitched in his throat.
On the large bed, all five candidates were there, wearing sexy lingerie. All of them were blushing, doing their best to do some manner of sexy pose. Except for Priscilla, who was her usual self. Completely self-assured, not a hint of embarrassment.
He found it to be an absolutely incredible sight.
Emilia was the one who broke the silence.
"Um, do you like what you see, Master?" she asked, doing her best to sound seductive.
"I do." He replied. "Where did you get that super sexy lingerie from? I can already feel every bit of blood in my body travelling away from my brain."
"It was I, of course." Priscilla spoke up. "I knew from the start what was to happen once we were all gathered here. To ensure our master is pleased with our appearance, I provided the garments. I believe my benevolence deserves a reward, Master."
He grinned. "Oh, you'll be rewarded, all right. You'll all be rewarded for looking so damn sexy."
The girls shuffled excitedly, and he saw no reason to delay any longer. He almost ripped his clothes off, and was totally naked. All at once the girls gazed upon his erect manhood, their gazes becoming utterly lustful.
They were unable to tear their eyes away. He came around the side of the bed, slipping into it behind his collection of slaves, they all turned to face him as one.
"So, which one of you is going to take the initiative?"
The girls immediately scrambled towards his cock, desperate to get the honour of being the first one in the evening to taste it. Due to having been positioned at the middle of the pack, Emilia was the fastest, and she greedily attached her lips to it without a second of delay.
The rest of the girls pouted or looked disappointed, but quickly compromised by moving up to engulf their master with their bodies.
As Emila sucked his cock, Priscilla came up on his left, kissing him. He moved his left hand to fondle her chest, and mirrored it on the right with Felt, who had come in to rub herself against him.
Anastasia leaned forward and started running her tongue along his chest, while Crusch started grinding herself against Subaru's thigh.
Like he thought, handling all of them at once was going to be a difficult task.
For now he just laid back, enjoying the sensations, surrounded by female flesh. The most prominent sensation was obviously Emilia's blowjob. She really had become an expert by this point, and he had to express his contentment.
"Emilia is becoming a Major Cocksucker!"
Emilia understood that she was being praised and started to bob her head faster. Without warning, he exploded in her mouth, but had to speak quickly.
"Emilia, don't swallow that! Your fellow candidates have been waiting. Why not share it with one of them?"
The other four candidates all turned their lustful gazes on Emilia, silently begging her to be the one she shares with.
Emilia looked genuinely thoughtful about who to pick, but ultimately went towards Felt, meeting the blonde in a kiss, opening her mouth so Felt could taste her master's seed that lay within. They frenched passionately, slurping and sucking while the other girls watched enviously.
He didn't want to leave them out.
"Hey, I've got plenty of stamina left, you know. Between five of you, my dick shouldn't ever be unoccupied."
Anastasia was the one to reach it this time, much to Priscilla and Crusch's chagrin. He knew how to solve this conflict.
"Come on, you girls can share, right?"
Immediately, Anastasia, Priscilla and Crusch adapted, running their tongues over his cock from three sides.
Anastasia had the middle, with Priscilla on the left and Crusch on the right. It got a bit cramped, and they lightly headbutted each other a few times, but they didn't seem to notice, focusing on covering every inch of his dick in their saliva, cleaning off the last drops from his previous climax.
In the meantime, he pulled Felt and Emilia towards him, beginning to grope their chests as he enjoyed the triple blowjob. There was no rush here, he just savoured every part of it he could. With such attentive slaves, it wasn't long before he came again, covering the three girls around his dick in his semen, which they eagerly cleaned off each other.
Their team attack continued, as Priscilla and Crusch scooted forward closer, and wrapped their legs around each other, bringing their dripping cunts closer together, with his dick in the centre. They started to grind against it eagerly.
He wanted to reward good work, so while he continued to grope Emilia and Felt as they rubbed against him, he called Anastasia up to him.
"Sit on my face, Anastasia. You've been a good girl."
Looking gleeful at the praise, she complied, her wet cunny falling onto his face. He ran his tongue out across her folds, savouring the wetness there. She cried out in ecstasy as her master's expert tongue poked and probed at her.
He had plenty of practice, he was honestly kind of a selfish lover, but he had rewarded the girls back at the mansion by going down on them plenty of times. That practice was coming in handy here, as the pent-up Anastasia came extremely quickly, squirting onto his tongue.
Right after, he felt a small spurt onto his dick, as Crusch came from grinding herself against his member. Priscilla followed soon after.
"Emilia, lap pillow. Felt, ride me."
Emilia complied immediately, his head resting against her plump thighs.
Felt almost shoved Crusch and Priscilla out of the way in her eagerness, impaling herself with no hesitation. She moaned, fucking his cock with everything she could muster.
At the same time, his fingers invited the other candidates over. Anastasia and Crusch were the lucky recipients, he then started pushing his fingers deep inside them.
Priscilla approached his face, and he took the opportunity to latch his lips onto a nipple, making Priscilla mewl as he flicked his tongue against it.
Felt came around his cock, and was replaced by someone else. They continued like this for many hours, bringing each of the girls to countless orgasms. Emilia was riding him now, but instead of screaming in pleasure, she managed to speak.
"Mmm… Master, before- Oh, fuck!❤ So good! B-Before we called you in, we talked about something."
He raised an eyebrow, and the rest of the candidates suddenly became attentive.
"Wow, I can't believe we almost forgot. You're amazing, Master." Anastasia giggled.
"What did you all talk about?" He asked.
"It's about the Royal Selection!" Emilia gasped out between moans. "N-None of us want to win anymore! We just want to serve you! That's all we want to do, for the rest of our lives!"
He laughed. "I'm very flattered, but one of you has to do it. Who else is going to rule the country!"
"You!" The girls all shouted.
"Um…huh?"
"Do we truly have to explain it, Master?" Priscilla interjected. "All of us are utterly subservient to you. The thought of one of us becoming the ruler of this country, being in a position of power over you, is the height of madness. Thus, we all came to a decision to reject that plan utterly."
He thought that he probably could just use Jealous Dominion to rule the country, but it was never his plan or anything.
"I'm not in the Royal Selection, so… I'm not eligible…right?"
"Actually…" This time it was Crusch. "If you were to marry all five of the royal candidates, you would become King no matter who was declared victorious. In fact, if such a marriage were to be discovered, it would effectively end the selection. You would be declared the King. None could possibly stand to oppose it. Any opposition would run directly counter to all five candidates. It isn't a stance that anybody could possibly take."
He understood now. Even without Jealous Dominion, he basically had full political power of Lugunica at this stage.
But he just wanted to live a relaxing life, having sex with these girls day after day. The thought of them all becoming his wives did bring him some measure of excitement, but…
"I dunno, guys. It's a lot of work."
"You wouldn't have to do anything, Master." Anastasia said. "Don't worry, we've all agreed on that little detail. We would run the country for you. With our combined talents, we could make Lugunica the best it's ever been. You would have to give final approval on some things, that's all. All we'd ask in return is that you fuck us. And you seem to be doin' a great job of that anyway."
"I want you- I need you to be my King, Master! Pleeeaaase!" Emilia cried, climaxing around his cock. She panted, slowly sliding herself off.
Crusch tagged in, beginning to ride him.
Political discussion in the midst of an orgy wasn't something he was expecting. He was very close to cumming, and the only reason he hadn't yet is because his brain was thinking about politics instead of sex.
He lost himself in the sensations for a moment as Crusch rode him, and was quickly able to fill her with his seed. He subtly nudged Crusch off, and Felt darted in behind her, eagerly licking any amount of his cum out of her she could manage.
"The rest of us are in agreement, Master." Priscilla gripped his face hard, looking him straight in the eyes. "You own us. Now own this country. My pride will not allow for the man I am enslaved by to be anything less than King. Please. This is your fate."
He looked around at the rest of the girls, as they all smiled and nodded their ascent. Having just cum, his head was clear.
He was able to seriously weigh the pros and cons. The fact that the five candidates would be running the country was the real important detail there. And under him, they would all be perfectly united, able to handle matters each of their specific strengths catered to. It was the best outcome.
In this case, he would essentially just be a figurehead. That was kind of sad, but he genuinely didn't want any real responsibility. This wasn't really his country anyway. He didn't care that much. All he wanted was a relaxing life, surrounded by gorgeous sex slaves. And this lined up with that goal perfectly. He could live in the Royal Palace with not just his wives, the candidates, but all his maids, and any other women he happened to get his hands on. There were no cons. It was a win all around.
"All right, girls." He said seriously. "I'll do it."
The girls squealed in delight, hugging each other in excitement. He clapped his hands, calming them down. "And I've thought of a good way to celebrate. See, there's a little spell I've discovered recently, and I'm going to test it out on all of you. Since you've all been such good girls, you deserve a reward. I want you all to line up for me, asses facing me. Present yourselves."
They rushed to comply, and he got to take in the sight of the bare cunts of all five royal candidates at once, all wet with arousal. He walked across in a line, trailing his hand across their asses as he went, enjoying how they shivered under his touch.
"Now the question is, which one of you do I put my dick into, huh?"
All five girls begged simultaneously.
For some of them, this would have been an outrageous situation a mere few months ago, but they had all thoroughly thrown away any pride or modesty they had. All they wanted was for their master to fuck them.
They wanted to be perfect cocksleeves for their future King.
Ultimately, by random chance, he picked Priscilla.
He gripped her hips as she already began to pant in excitement like a bitch in heat. All the pieces were in place, and he was ready to bust out his new ultimate move, perfect for satisfying multiple girls.
"Your senses are now linked. Any pleasure one of you feels, all of you feel." With that declaration, he sunk his cock into Priscilla as deep as it would go, causing all five candidates to immediately scream in pleasure.
He had first tested this ability back at the mansion. It had worked splendidly, and he was looking forward to putting it to even better use.
As he continued to fuck Priscilla, the slapping of his hips against her ass was entirely drowned out by the cries and moans of five different women.
They weren't harmonising at all, and it made it even more beautiful. It was utter discord, and he only wished he could see all five of their faces from his vantage point behind Priscilla. He fucked her as hard as he could, her dripping cavern working to wring out every ounce of pleasure, every drop of cum it could from her master's cock.
He wasn't done, though. He used his fingers, and pushed them into the cunts of the two girls on either side of Priscilla. Those girls just so happened to be Felt and Emilia. Now all five girls were experiencing the sensations of being fucked multiplied by three. Their moans reached an even higher volume, and he could see some of them had already reached their orgasm, squirting onto the bed.
But until he was done, they would continue to be fucked. For minutes, he fucked them, bringing each one of them to orgasm again and again. Priscilla came around his cock several times, and finally, him having the best sexual experience of his life, allowed himself to let go.
He exploded inside Priscilla, delivering what he was sure must have been the biggest load of his life. It filled her completely, warming her to her core.
The other girls all experienced the same sensation, moaning at the one-of-a-kind warmth they could only feel from being filled by their master's cum.
He pulled out of Priscilla, and all five girls collapsed. As he admired his handiwork, feeling more proud of himself than he could ever remember. Even for him, his stamina had reached its limit. There was nothing left.
He yawned, walking around to the other side of the bed and admiring the thoroughly fucked facial expressions of each of the candidates. He climbed into the bed.
The girls regained their composure and moved to join him. The bed was soaked in their combined juices from the hours of lovemaking, but he couldn't be happier. Each girl snuggled into him, a girl wrapped around each arm, a girl wrapped around each leg beneath the covers, and another girl below the covers resting their head on his stomach. Feeling nothing but other fulfilment in his heart, he fell into a relaxing slumber, surrounded by his future wives.
-x-X-x-
His carriage rolled to a gentle stop. It was unusual for him to travel on his own, but explaining what he was doing here would have people asking questions he didn't feel like answering. Not because it was dangerous or anything, he just wasn't really sure how to go about telling people that he was here to visit the very thoroughly dead Witches of Sin. It wasn't something that really needed to be brought up.
As he stepped out from his carriage, he took a moment to approach the one pulling the carriage.
It was Patrasche, his reliable and adorable ground dragon. He patted her on the head, praising her for her efforts, before leaving her to one of the local residents that had been awaiting him.
There was a small girl with long pink hair waiting for him. As he approached, she bowed low.
"Welcome back to the Sanctuary, my master."
"Thanks, Ryuzu. It's good to be back."
"So what is it that brings you here? Business or pleasure?"
"Aren't those the same thing for me?" He answered with a smile. "By the way, which one of you am I speaking to? Sorry, but I still can't tell you apart."
Ryuzu looked back up at him. "I am Ryuzu Bilma. But you do not need to trouble yourself to remember us by our last names. We are all united as one in serving you. There is no need for slaves as lowly as us to have earned any recognition beyond that."
"Well, if you say so. But anyway, you definitely know why I'm here. You're smart enough to figure it out."
Ryuzu nodded. "There is no doubt you are here to visit the tomb of the Witch of Greed once again."
"That's right. I'll be heading there tomorrow, and then I'll probably head home the day after." He said to her "So you and the rest of your clones can work out who is going to be keeping me company at night. Or maybe all of you at once?" He paused for a moment. "Um, only the ones with personalities though. Please."
He remembered a Ryuzu orgy he had had previously, featuring many emotionless Ryuzus. He had been over the moon at the prospect, but they didn't react to anything he did, it was like fucking a doll.
"Very well then, Master. The others have no doubt sensed your arrival. But I intend to claim you for myself while I can. If you accompany me, we have lodgings prepared for you. I can also prepare a bath for you."
He smiled.
"It sounds like we have a plan."
***
He sighed, enjoying the feeling of his body submerged in the bath. The water was the perfect temperature, as intensely hot as water could be without causing burns or discomfort.
The trip to the Sanctuary was without incident, but he got a little restless on his own. It was great to take a nice, hot bath to unwind.
"Shall I wash your back, Master?"
Of course, there were other ways to unwind.
"That'd be great. Thank you, Ryuzu."
The girl was completely naked, sitting just behind him. She soaped her body up, before rubbing herself against Subaru's back. Her flat chest pressed firmly, and he could feel her hardened nipples grinding against him. If there was a better way to get clean, he didn't know it.
She used her body, but did make sure to be thorough, using a cloth as well to make sure he was truly scrubbed clean. She finished her work, then shuffled about, moving in front of Subaru.
"Shall I wash your front now?"
Her gaze remained impassive as ever, but he knew she was enjoying herself. And she knew what the act of washing her master would inevitably lead to.
He grinned at her.
"Go right ahead."
Holding the cloth in her hands, she used it to scrub his limbs, while she pressed her chest against hiim repeating the process of sliding up and down against him.
He just closed his eyes and enjoyed himself as she worked. He could feel that she had given him a good clean, and then he smirked as he felt her hand wrap around his hard cock.
"This area seems quite dirty. I will have to wash it thoroughly."
She pumped her hand up and down a few times, slowly stroking hid shaft.
He suddenly grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about cleaning it like that. There's a more efficient way."
As he said this, he stood up in the bath, his dick fully revealed.
Taking his hint, Ryuzu stood herself, and turned around to face the corner of the bath, bending over and presenting herself.
His dick slid into her waiting snatch with the greatest of ease. Ryuzu was a contender for the tightest girl in his harem, but there was no difficulty in the penetration here. Ryuzu made a soft noise of pleasure, and started to rock her hips back against him.
He met the motion with the pistoning of his own hips, their bodies were incredibly slick where they met, the soap removing any friction from their coupling. He reached forward and grabbed Ryuzu by her tiny breasts, flicking the nipples with his hands, and pulling her back towards him, sitting down in the process.
Their position was now reverse-cowgirl, and Ryuzu eagerly fucked herself on her master's cock. She was quiet, but made plenty of pleasured sounds. He grabbed her hips, helping her along. It wasn't long until he came, firing a load into her womb. Feeling her master's climax, Ryuzu came as well, squirting around his dick and into the bathwater. As she pulled off his dick, a good amount of his cum dripped down into water as well. The bathwater was well and truly contaminated.
Shrugging, he stood up, lifting Ryuzu (who was currently in a state of post-orgasmic bliss) up along with him, stepping out of the tub. He was feeling a lot better now. He felt pretty clean, but he wasn't sure how much good that would do him. He looked down at Ryuzu, who he was currently holding bridal carry style. She smiled up at him. He was pretty sure he was going to be sleeping with her tonight. He also had a sneaking suspicion that he might not be so clean anymore after that.
Well, he could always take another bath in the morning.
***
He approached the ruins at a brisk pace. This is what he was really here for. It had been a while, so he was looking forward to it. He stepped through the opening, feeling the slight resistance of its barrier as he touched it, that quickly gave way, granting him access. He moved through the tomb, waiting to feel the sense of dizziness he had come to expect.
Suddenly, he stumbled. Knowing from experience that he was just going to straight-up pass out and fall on his face if he continued, he slumped against the wall, sliding down it. His eyes grew heavy and his vision went dim.
(You've been invited to my tea party). A feminine voice in his head said as Subaru lost consciousness.
But a split second later, he was suddenly wide awake, standing in an open, lush green field.
A gorgeous girl, dressed in all black, her white hair blowing gently in the breeze, was sitting in a chair at a small table, calmly sipping a cup of tea. She smiled at him. And she wasn't alone.
Throughout the open field there were five other girls. They all had different reactions towards his arrival. Some waved at him, some blushed and turned their heads away, and others…
***
With an almost beastial growl, Sekhmet, the Witch of Sloth, threw herself at her master, tackling him to the ground. She furiously pawed at his pants, desperate to reach the treasure contained within.
"Whoa!" He said in surprise, though he couldn't hide the grin on his face. "I just got here! Aren't you supposed to be the Witch of Sloth?!"
Sekhmet ignored her master's words. It was too much effort to reply. She was someone who only expended the bare minimum of effort, using energy only when necessary. And this was necessary. She needed this more than anything.
She needed her master's cock.
His pants and the garment beneath were gone in a hurry, and it took every ounce of self control Sekhmet had to avoid wrapping her lips around his cock immediately. She removed her clothes as quickly as she possibly could, beginning to pant in excitement.
"Seriously, were you always this slutty?"
Her master's attempts at provocation went ignored once again. Her underwear was discarded. All the other witches were watching her. She didn't care. Every single one of them was jealous and would have loved to be in her place.
With a tremendous sigh of pleasure, Sekhmet impaled herself on his dick. As soon as he was inside of her, she felt a sense of completeness she had never felt before she had met him. This was what she had been missing all this time.
She began to bounce up and down, her large breasts rising and falling with her. Her master was so hard inside her, and every time she moved it sent a wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Sekhmet hated putting in effort. Even breathing was too much trouble for her, but other than the fight at the end of her life, she had never put as much effort into anything as she was right now.
And the difference between that fight and riding her master, was that she wanted this from the bottom of her heart.
She knew she couldn't hide what must have been an absurd facial expression as her master fucked her.
She didn't care.
He groped at her tits and her ass, squeezing any flesh he could get his hands on. She could hear herself moaning in pleasure, completely involuntary.
She slid up and down again and again on his cock, sweat pouring down her body from the frantic exertion, her palms planted down on his abs.
She looked down at her master, who was looking up at her with a face that couldn't hide how good he felt. It warmed Sekhmet's heart that the man she adored more than anything was enjoying herself as well.
She fondly recalled the time he had first been invited to Echidna's tea party, and shortly afterwards had conquered each of them.
She looked over at Echidna, who was watching the pair with an amused expression, and a slight blush on her pale cheeks. She was a schemer down to her core, no doubt she foresaw this outcome from the moment of his arrival. Well, she had done good.
He had enslaved them utterly, turning six of the seven most feared women in the history of the planet into his personal onalholes. Who would have thought even after death, Sekhmet could have experienced such ecstasy. She owed everything to the man beneath her, her master.
She could feel the sensation of him twitching inside of her, and a rush of excitement flooded through her as she realised what was next. She used every ounce of energy she had left, riding him faster, and faster, until she felt the unmistakable sensation of her master cumming inside of her, his semen warming her to her core.
Feeling her master's release, Sekhmet reached her limit as she came along with him. This was her master's doing, too.
No woman in his extensive harem could feel his release without immediately climaxing. Sekhmet sighed, and with her job done, she went limp and fell to the ground, facing the endless sky of Echidna's reality.
Really now, expending effort took such a toll on her. But it was worth it, just for him, her beloved master.
Catching her breath, she laid there, still a little out of it. She saw her master rise above her. She could see that he was still hard.
He had trained his stamina well, it was beyond a level she could reach. Well, her job was complete, and there were plenty of other warm bodies to satisfy him.
But he mounted her, gripping her breasts roughly, and sliding his dick in-between them. His dick was still slick with her juices, and it made for an effective lubricant.
"I never said you were done, did I? You're going to put these massive things to use." He sneered down at her.
Sekhmet shouldn't have been surprised. Her master was the most lustful creature she had ever borne witness to. Sekhmet was at her limit however, her energy was rock bottom.
There was nothing left. She was happy that her master was enjoying herself with her body though, and just laid there as her master fucked her breasts, using her like an inanimate doll.
Within minutes, he had climaxed again, spraying his seed down onto her neck and face.
Wiping it off with her hand so she could lick it up was too much work. She was more than content to just lie there and enjoy the sensation of his cum slowly dripping down her face and breasts. If she was lucky, it would even stick to her, slowly drying out.
Quite a thrilling thought.
Her master got up and left her. That was fine. She was just a collection of holes for him to fuck after all. She had completed her task. After a bit of rest she would be ready for additional rounds, if her master allowed it. In the meantime, if she turned her head, she would be able to watch as her master took the others. That sounded like it was worth the effort.
***
He was finally done with Sekhmet, and Daphne, the Witch of Gluttony, couldn't restrain herself anymore. Sekhmet had sure surprised her by getting the jump on them all like that. Daphne's hunger had reached its apex, and she needed to be sated.
She hurried over to her Master.
She couldn't think straight. The minute he had entered Echidna's realm, and Daphne got a whiff of his scent, her hunger had raged out of control.
Drooling, tongue lolling out of her mouth, she got close to her master. She couldn't see him, but she could smell him. Of particular note was the scent of his cock, plus the addition of Sekhmet's scent to it. Beyond the insane hunger, she was also incredibly turned on. There had never been any connection between her hunger and her sexuality, but that had changed since she became Master's slave. She rubbed her thighs together excitedly, unable to move them much due to her chains. She needed to devour her master.
"Masterrrrrr…" Daphne panted. "I'm hungryyyyyyy."
Her coffin could move well, but it wasn't dextrous enough to be able to bend her down at the right angle to suck him off. Her master's scent was teasing her, and she couldn't withstand it.
She was hungry. Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry hungry.
Suddenly she heard his voice, calm and reassuring. "Don't worry. Echidna created a little platform for me, so I can give you what you want."
Daphne couldn't see it, but she heard light steps, each raising slightly higher into the air. Her master approached, and his scent grew stronger and stronger, coming closer to her nose. He was right in front of her. Just a few more inches…
As soon as his cock came close enough to her face, she opened her gaping maw, sucking it inside. She slurped and slobbered on it, tongue running rampant over every inch of it, desperate to taste every part of it she could, and eager to make her master cum, to reap the delicious rewards.
Daphne had eaten just about anything she could over the course of her life, but none of it compared to her master's cock. No matter where she ran her tongue, she loved the taste, and also got an accompanying wave of arousal as she knew she was making her master feel good.
He put a hand atop her head, pushing her down even further onto his cock, until he was pushing her face against the base. That was fine, Daphne possessed no gag reflex to speak of, and could take anything in her mouth, and the more of her mouth encompassed his shaft, the better.
There was a primal part of her, the part used to feeding, that had the urge to bite down, but every other part of her warned her not to. This was sacred territory, and as long as she was a good girl and continued to lick and suck, she would experience an even greater flavour.
He rubbed her hair softly, praising her. "You're a good girl, Daphne. My perfect little cocksucker."
Daphne felt sheer joy at being praised by her master, even as engrossed as she was in the blowjob. Not many could have their words acknowledged by the Witch of Gluttony as she was eating. Her master started to grunt above her.
"Enjoy your meal, Witch of Gluttony!"
As soon as he said this, he fired spurt after spurt of cum down Daphne's throat. Daphne's tongue came up to the tip of his cock, to try and coat the entirety of her tongue in it so she could taste it properly. She swallowed, downing everything he released in one gulp, enjoying the texture and thickness of it as it slid down her throat.
This was absolute bliss, the tastiest snack Daphne had ever eaten. When she swallowed down his cum, an absolutely unthinkable thing happened.
For just a few short moments, the Witch of Gluttony's hunger was satiated. It didn't last long, but those few seconds of not feeling the hunger that ruled her entire being was an unreal experience for her.
She sensed her master jump back down onto the grass. She expected he would try and jump into her coffin with her and fuck her, as he had in the past, but even she was surprised by what he did.
He started to fiddle with her restraints. Starting with her right arm, Subaru worked through all of Daphne's restraints until she was free. It was the last thing Daphne expected. Every time she exerted herself, her hunger got that little bit worse, so she didn't like to use her own body.
She barely remembered how to walk, shakily stepping out, almost toppling forward, but landing safely in Subaru's arms.
Daphne had to know the reason for her release. It was an act of madness, something no sane person would do.
"Why did you free me, Master?"
Her hunger had returned, and in the presence of her master she was already beginning to drool heavily again.
"Because you've been a very good girl, Daphne. And I want to reward you properly."
Still holding her, he reached behind Daphne's head, to take off her blindfold. Daphne flinched away, she knew the consequences of people seeing her eyes. Normally she didn't care, but this was one person she never wanted to hurt.
"I'll be okay." He reassured her. "Your master is not gonna be affected by whatever it is you're scared of."
In reality, he had disabled all their authorities when he first put the witches under his control, then consulted Echidna to learn which ones were 'safe' to reactivate.
Daphne had no way of knowing this, of course, so she found it hard to believe his words. But…she did trust him. She stopped struggling and let him take it all the way off, revealing her eyes.
They were a golden yellow, each iris having its own unique shape, like that of a mouth. These were the eyes that brought calamity to those who looked upon them.
Even a quick glance would fill them with immense hunger, making them devour themselves without a second thought.
But he was looking down at her with a smile, completely unaffected. She had smelled him all this time, and now she could finally see what the man she loved looked like. Her heart fluttered, an utterly foreign sensation to the witch.
"You've got really pretty eyes, Daphne. You're super cute!"
The compliment was something she never thought she would hear in her life, not that she'd ever been particularly concerned about that. But it still rattled her to actually hear it. She looked around at her fellow witches, who all looked genuinely happy for her, even Sekhmet.
He guided Daphne down onto the grass.
"Your blindfold isn't the only thing I'm going to be taking off. Are you ready?"
Daphne nodded hastily. She wanted this. "Master, please fuck meeee…"
Subaru ripped Daphne's skin-tight outfit apart. It didn't really matter that it was ripped, in Echidna's reality it merely required a thought to get a new one. Daphne enjoyed how her master's hands roamed over her body as he ripped it apart. He was the predator, and she was his prey. He was going to devour her. She couldn't wait, her mouth twisted up in a wide smile.
With every bit of her clothing removed, he mounted her, thrusting into her tight wetness. Daphne let out a moan of contentment. He slammed his hips against hers again and again. He wasn't rough with her, in fact he was taking her rather gently by his standards.
Daphne looked up at him, and he looked down at her, their gazes meeting. Daphne's heart thrummed in her chest. For the first time, she could look her master in the eyes as he fucked her.
She had only ever known hunger, but the feeling of her master inside her made her feel like she had been missing out her whole life. It wasn't as amazing as the sensation of a full stomach, but it was incredible and made her feel full in an entirely different way.
Being taken gently on her back, instead of being chained up, it was all so new for her. It felt odd to her that her mouth was unoccupied, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself into a kiss, their tongues tangling. She bit down on his tongue softly, sucking it into her mouth.
Daphne felt a heat raging in her core, getting stronger with every thrust from her Master. She felt incredible pleasure every single time his cock connected with her. She could hear herself making loud moans. With her tongue in his mouth, she was tasting him. Her heightened sense of smell drove her wild, totally enveloping her in her master's scent. And for the first time, she could see him.
All of her senses worked simultaneously to give Daphne the most incredible experience of her life. Her eyes were watering, she was drooling uncontrollably, and with a cry into his mouth, she came hard around his cock.
He held Daphne tightly as he continued to pound away at her. She had been fucked silly, but still continued to make cute mewls every time his cock slammed into her, until he finally reached his limit and came inside her, giving Daphne's other mouth a delicious meal. He remained inside her for a short while, watching her regain her senses.
She smiled at him, her sharp teeth on full display.
"I love you, Master!"
But her expression of love didn't feel like enough. She had to offer more to her master, to give him a gift that would elevate her above the other witches. She didn't have to think hard about what it could be. To Daphne, hunger was the worst thing in the world, and she wanted her master to eat well. But she recognised that his hunger was of a different kind.
Without warning, she opened her mouth wide and latched onto Subaru's neck, biting down as softly as she could, while still puncturing his skin. He didn't visibly react, but he tensed up a bit, unsure of what to do. Daphne imparted her gift into him, sending it through her saliva into his body. She pulled away with a delighted grin.
"I was thinking about what I could do for you, Master. And I thought of the best, most special present!"
Intrigued, he raised an eyebrow, carefully rubbing his neck, where Daphne had bitten him. There was no visible wound, the mark from her teeth already gone. Daphne continued.
"You might know this, but I created three very special mabeasts. They were a whale, a bunny and a snake. When I made them, I was thinking real hard about hunger. If you ate the White Whale, I thought it would feed a lot of people. And the Great Rabbit can multiply endlessly, so it can feed even more people. And the Black Serpent can kill a whole lot of people, and if there's less people then there will be more food to go around, don't you think?"
He made an odd face. Daphne wasn't sure what was strange about what she had just said. It made perfect sense to her. But she wasn't done with her explanation, after all.
"But I don't really care about solving everyone's hunger anymore! I only care about you! I don't want you to ever be hungry. I want you to always be devouring others, just like you devoured me!" She licked her lips intensely. "So I think it would be best if my special mabeasts could feed you. But they won't listen to you if you ask, so when I bit you, I gave you a little bit of my essence. Now they can understand you! They'll listen to whatever you say, and you should be able to change them however you want!"
Thinking about her three cute mabeasts being 'devoured' by him sent a fresh wave of arousal through Daphne's body. For some reason, he didn't seem overjoyed, but he did pat her on the head.
"Thanks for the present. I'm lucky to have my cute little slave be thinking about me."
She thought for a second she saw a grimace, but she thought she must have misunderstood his expression. It had been a long time since she'd looked at anyone's face, after all.
He finally pulled out of her, and without his dick serving to plug it up, some cum immediately leaked out of Daphne's tiny body. She eagerly dipped a hand down to gather up what she could, licking it off her hand. She sighed in contentment.
"Mmmm. So yummy!"
Her master was leaving now, off to play with another one of the witches. Daphne was excited to watch him eat another one of them.
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The Witch of Pride, Typhon, was just lazing about on the grass, stomach on the ground and head in her hands.
Her blue dress was long gone, leaving her just in her panties. Her legs were kicking up in the air casually.
After watching her Master have his way with two of her fellow witches, Typhon was excited and eagerly awaiting her turn, but she was a patient girl. All she had to do was wait.
She was rewarded for her patience, as her master approached her next. She didn't make a show of it, but she was super happy. She smiled up at him.
"Are you going to fuck me, Master?"
"I am. Take your panties off, Typhon."
She giggled, getting to her feet. She stuck her thumbs into the band of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs, enjoying the fact that her master's eyes were watching every step of the way. She slipped her legs out of them, then flung them at her master's face. Direct hit. They had gotten super wet, so she hoped he enjoyed them.
He removed them from his face, taking a moment to inspect them and feel their wetness, before throwing them to the side. He looked down at Typhon, looming over the tiny girl.
Typhon's impudent smile didn't budge in the slightest.
"What a cheeky girl you are. Do you need to be punished?"
"Sinners always need to be punished!"
"Oh?" He kneeled down and reached around to her ass, groping it gently. "Are you a sinner, Typhon?"
"Yes! I've been having naughty thoughts about you, Master! I've been having naughty thoughts about my master! Please punish me!"
He continued to molest the tiny girl's butt, making her start to squirm.
"How should I punish you, Typhon? You're the expert here, any ideas?"
Typhon's bright smile didn't waver. "All sinners must die!"
"Um, that's a little extreme, don't you think?"
She put a finger to her mouth, making a humming noise. "If you say so, Master. I don't really wanna die, I guess. Maaaaybe…you can give me a spanking?"
He smiled at this. "Now we're talking." He sat on the ground with his legs out, patting a spot on his thigh. "Come lie down here, and I'll punish you properly."
Typhon was happy to comply, lying face down in her master's lap, her butt sticking out, presented to her Master.
He brought his hand down hard on her ass cheek, making Typhon yelp in pain.
"Nine more to go."
She gritted her teeth and readied herself for more smacks to her behind. He delivered them, one after another. Typhon was in pain, but she was happy. This was the way the world should be. Being spanked like this excited her. More than that, it was turning her on. He didn't fail to notice this.
"Are you really getting turned on from your master spanking you? You really are a naughty girl."
"YES! I'm a naughty girl! Please punish me more, Master!"
This was only right. Typhon had been judging and punishing people her whole life. It made sense that her master would be the one to punish her.
After ten smacks in total, her bottom had a red tinge to it and was quite sore, but it didn't bother Typhon in the slightest. As she pulled away from her Master at the conclusion of her punishment, a small amount of her fluids stuck to his leg from where her wetness had been pressed up against him.
She wanted to take things even further. She wanted her master inside her. She presented herself, spreading her legs, letting her Master see all of her. She put on her cutest face.
"Fuck me, Master! Pretty please, Master!"
She must have done a good job, because her master didn't waste any time mounting her. He lined himself up with her entrance, and buried himself inside her. Typhon whimpered, being completely filled up by her master's cock. He was so big inside her, stretching her open and reshaping her with every thrust. He didn't go too hard or too fast, and he also wasn't too gentle.
He knew exactly how to create the best experience for each of his girls. Typhon's mouth hung up, face distorted in a lewd smile. That's right, she was one of his girls. She and all of her friends were slaves serving their master's glorious cock.
Every time he hammered himself within Typhon pussy, sending waves of pleasure through her, and every time his fingers reached down to pinch at a nipple, she thought about what a good person he was, and she told him as such.
"You're f-fucking me so good, Master! And what you did for Daph was so nice. You're a really good person, Master!"
She hadn't thought someone like her master could possibly be a good person. She had judged many people who thrived on sex. Philanderers, cheaters, anything you could imagine. There was always some guilt there, and such people were promptly eliminated by Typhon's authority.
But when her master fucked her for the very first time, she had felt nothing. She had expected him to shatter to pieces in an agonising death, but it hadn't happened. He had fucked her, and shown her the greatest pleasure imaginable.
Typhon's authority was her life. It was her guide, her moral compass, and it showed her the truths of the world. If her authority had no effect on her master, then her master must be good. That was just the way the world worked.
Belonging to someone so good felt only right. She always served as judge, jury and executioner, but now she thought maybe it was better for someone else to be in charge. She had found someone who could tell her exactly what to do. It was like destiny, this was how things were meant to be.
Typhon's moans turned into high pitched squealing as he began to pick up intensity in his thrusts. Her tiny body was fucked relentlessly on the grass.
Her tight wetness wrapped around his cock, rubbing and massaging it, while his every thrust massaged Daphne's walls in turn. Both of them were at their limits. He picked Typhon up in his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around her back, squeezing hard around her body as she orgasmed, her walls squeezing hard around his dick, leading to his own release. He spurted inside her, painting her walls white. Such a small girl couldn't contain so much cum, so as he pulled out, a good amount of his seed spilled out with it.
Typhon was panting, her body glistening with sweat. She was truly happy.
He bent down and kissed her, making her squeal into his lips, her heart racing with delight. She opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance, and their tongues battled briefly, before Subaru broke the kiss.
He patted Typhon on the head, before he left her and headed towards another one of the witches. But she wasn't sad to see him go. He was such a hard worker. She knew how troublesome all the witches could be, and he had made them all so happy. He really was the best. And she had an idea of how she could pass the time, and follow her master's lead in making someone happy.
She turned her head to face Daphne, who had been watching the display, drool pouring down her chin.
Typhon waved at her.
"Hey, Daph! If you're hungry, come over here!"
She gestured to her crotch, their master's cum still seeping out of the thoroughly fucked hole. Daphne didn't seem used to moving on her own yet, but she crawled over as fast as her limbs could take her. As Daphne settled between Typhon's legs, Typhon turned to watch as Subaru approached Carmilla. This was gonna be a great show!
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