Entry 6: Queen Slime

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Bill stared out from the balcony of the keep ruins he and his wife resided in. he looked out to the forest beyond, and even further, towards the small village he’d once called home. Of course, these days, he couldn’t really go back, not how he was now. His immense cock and balls would be a dead give away to his new nature and bring the Order a knocking. Not to mention how Solar couldn’t stand to be without him.

Letting out a satisfied sigh, Bill stared down at his lovely wife, her main form, the “Queen” form of the immense slime worshipping his cock. Her tongue was as long as it needed to be, and she licked his mutated member with a fervour that no woman back in the village could likely produce even for the Chief God. He looked down to her and gave her a smile, then watched as she blushed a deep blue at his direct attention while two of her other bodies from the side slid in. Two sex forms, ready for his attention once again. Bill chuckled a bit at his wife while she opened her mouth wide and enveloped his head, her breasts rose up to slide across a his shaft near the tip of his gargantuan meat pillar. Were she anything other than a slime then she might have had trouble with its immense size and girth, but she took it easily, pressing down on it in a way that teased his head perfectly while her warm breasts added to the feeling. Meanwhile the two other bodies approached with nothing but the suggestion of straps amplifying their sexual features, all fake of course, but none the less he did appreciate them. They dropped to their knees in the thick coat of slime covering the floor of the ruined keep. Their hands fell on his cock, their faces driving forth and beginning to lick his dick from each side up and down, helping her main form worship him with their bodies. After all, Solar’s first form surrounding her core got the privilege of servicing his lower head. 

Groaning a bit, Bill placed a hand on his wife’s head, not trying to control her but rather to have something to hold onto. Her hands, her tongue, all she was doing felt great, surrounded on all sides by his Queen slime, teasing him to amplify their fun. Solar’s form was already white from how much he’d fucked her last night, his essence not yet able to spread to the rest of her body, but it would soon enough. Already streams of it were being dragged away from her Queen form to the rest of her body. 

Thank the Maou for my balls, Bill thought as he felt another form starting to take shape below him. Then he felt the feeling of two arms wrapping around his prodigious sack, another sex form pressing into him. She hugged his watermelon sized junk. Her hands as they swirled around them, pressing lightly against them felt heavenly, and earned a giggle from one of his wife’s forms as his cock twitched from them playing with him.

Soon enough he wouldn’t be able to take it any more as his cock kept twitching. Then as he heard the sound of something taking shape behind him, and knew it was time. With his new found incubus strength, Bill gripped the heads of the two sexy forms and pushed them away and aside. Then he thrust forth, surprising Solaris’ queen form by thrusting through her face, before pulling back and away from her. Surprised, Solaris looked to her husband as he grinned at her and then came in low, dragging the sex form clinging to his balls along with him as his hands took Solaris’ queen form’s immense breasts into his hands, squeezed down on them, before he kept pushing and sent her form toppling, with him on top. 

Bill didn’t need to be careful, his wife was always ready for him as he collapsed on top, his dick sliding into her warm embrace. She was always perfect, tight and welcoming with enough slickness to let him slide past the resistance. Not only that, but he could never hurt her, not like he did with his first girlfriend before they broke up. Even then his member had been oversized, though now it doesn’t matter. 

As Bill thrust in every form froze, their faces gasping as he drove his cock into Solar, his jumbo prick having tapped against the core in her belly and it sent a ripple of pleasure throughout the entire slime covered keep. Grinning even harder, Bill went further and kissed his wife, pushing his tongue to invade her mouth as he continued to grope her chest while pulling out.

The thrusts came like lightning, Bill’s enhancements letting him not only thrust in harder with his mutated cock, but also faster as he grunted into his wife’s mouth. She quivered with every thrust as the pleasure going through Solaris spread across the whole slime kingdom to all those connected to the keep. Solaris’ moans were music to his ears as her blush turned full body while her other forms moaned from their connected senses. 

As he thrust, Bill felt another slime form sliding up against his balls, pressing against them from another angle as well with their hands and breasts, licking him all over while he felt something else come up behind him.

Like he had with the Queen form, Solaris had her knight fall onto him as well, mimicking his style as she pressed her bouncy and bulbous breasts into his back. Though at the same time, he felt something familiar sliding into his ass. His cock jumped inside of Solaris, slapping her core again as his wife moaned through all her forms. He could feel his ass being spread out, the slime form on his back making sure he achieved the maximum possible pleasure. 

Soon enough their thrusting synchronized so that no matter what Bill did he felt pleasure. As he pulled out from the Queen form, the knight thrust in, the faux cock pressing into somewhere he’d never considered before, an intense sensations flying through his dick as he backed into the knight while she made her own member vibrate and shift at random. Then he’d thrust into the Queen form, his cock fully enveloped by the magical feeling of her undulating and vibrating pussy. As they kept fucking, Bill couldn’t help his voice as he started to cry out in unison with Solaris, adding his own manly voice to the cacophony of delighted feminine cries. Sexual bliss ruled the day once more in the ruins of the keep as Bill’s eyes started to lose focus, as he started to feel that welling up in his balls as they kept getting massaged. His grunts coming out faster.

“Fuck, gonna cum!” he cried out, and in a few thrusts, he knew he’d gone beyond the point of no return. He pulled all the way back, before in a mighty thrust he rammed himself back in, while the knight herself did the same with him. the vibrations of both Solaris’ cock and pussy pushed him overboard and he was paralysed for a moment as everywhere started to twitch. White hot jizz spurt into Solar’s queen form while his balls contracted up and the intensity of his spasming forced his body to make little thrusts while Bill’s mind went blank from the sexual ecstasy blasting every thought away.

Bill’s respite from consciousness only lasted about a second before Bill once more began to thrust properly back into his Queen once more. He wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

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Revenge of Lashkhad (Original Fantasy)

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“When I came to liberate my people, I hadn’t realised it would come with such… rewards,” Graka’s new Husband said he looked down from the old Chief’s throne, gazing upon all of those who had once been a part of the old Chief’s harem. Many in the harem giggled as he said this, and Graka could already see some lustful looks being shared between the various ladies. Among them had been Elvish and Orcish women, a few Dwarven women from the nearby fortress, and even a human from the east, all conquered by the Chief in one way or another. Graka herself had been conquered when her Husband had challenged the strength of the Chief when he was a mere champion of the tribe and they had both ended up in the arena.

Much like how the old Chief had won her, his harem as well as everything of his had been won by the champion of the elves who lived in their city of Lashkhad just to the north east. Unlike before, however, her new master had released everyone who desired it, which meant every Dwarf, the one human, and nearly every elf had left the new chief’s harem. That is except for a few elves who obviously desired strong children like Graka and the rest of the Orcish women, or were pregnant themselves with the old Chief’s spawn.

For an Elf, Prince Patroklus was nothing like what the old story tellers told them of. At first, it was seen as a boon. The elves in these mountains were far better physically developed and closer to Orcs like her than the thin waifs that sometimes appeared in human and Gnoll slave markets around the mountains. Among the elven women, many of them even possessed breasts so large and so full of milk as to rival the cattle of the tribe, and unlike their cattle, the milk was sweet and delicious. Their men were far closer to Orcs as well, practically rivalling the strength of their warriors with their own. Of course, they’d seen nothing yet.

Prince Patroklus himself was a mountain of an elf, standing a full head and shoulders taller than the average elf, and was the tallest among the strange buff elves of Lashkhad. He and his warriors, supported by archers from the forest, had stormed in, charging the gate in a full suit of armour, a massive shield with the emblem of a bull’s head. With the blessings of the Lashkhadian Goddess, he annihilated the gate, and slaughtering all who stood before him. He’d charged straight at Graka’s Husband, challenging him to single combat. The old Chief’s head was soon split like a melon, and now Prince Patroklus was the new Chief of their tribe.

Graka herself giggled on his lap, facing towards him with another wife on his other leg. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts against the chest her new Husband, her own chest bare, clad in only a tiny loincloth, her various iron jewellery, and her collar as she grinded against their firm muscles of the new Chief.

“Why not Chieftain? You’ve defeated our clan, and shown that you alone are the strongest warrior of all the mountains, why not enjoy your rewards?” Graka asked as she reached down, running her fingers across her Husband’s length through his thick woollen robe of Yak fur. Rather than answer immediately, the Elven hunk merely smiled at Graka and reached forward over Graka’s shoulders, his massive hand cupping Graka’s ass, and his fingers slid under her until they rested on her slit then pushed in slightly. Graka gave a bit of a piggish squeal and her smile grew even more, excited that she might bare the first child of her new Husband’s brood.

“There is much to appreciate in your culture, Orc, why don’t you and your fellows show me some more of it?” the Prince asked, an eyebrow raising as he said this, his smile turning to a smirk as he pulled his robe to the side, showing off his growing member. Graka, her fellow wives, and even the few elves that had stayed all fixated on the Prince’s cock, growing thicker and larger the longer they stared. Unable to contain her excitement, Graka reached back towards it, beginning to stroke it as she caused the pillar to rise taller and taller as she played with it. Finally, it stood out tall and proud among his robes which with an opening of his legs, fell to the side as he was revealed in all his glory to his harem.

Desiring to share in his glory, and not to be left out in his seduction, the Orcish women along with the few elves crawled towards the prince, swaying their hips, letting their curly pig-like tails wag about as they crawled across the thick furs towards him. The harem women did their best to find their place between his legs, straining their necks, squeezing in, or in some cases, played dirty like teasing each other to distract from moving forward. Knowing from experience, the Orcish women’s tongues slide out and did their best to lick and suck at the prince’s cock, or failing that, lick at the thick and juicy looking globes that were the prince’s balls. The Prince groaned as he enjoyed the ministrations of his harem, and as he was being pleasured, he began to slide his fingers into Graka more. At the same time, he slid his arm around the other Orcish woman on his other leg, and from the squeal from her, was doing the same as he was with Graka.

Graka could feel the blush on her cheeks intensify as her Husband began to slide his thick fingers into her, feeling them pushing into her core as she grinded herself against him. The fingers in her began to quickly move around, testing her reactions as he assaulted various spots in her, until Graka let out another squeal of delight as she was played with. At her reaction, the finger stayed there a moment, letting her calm down, before it began to thrust into her with a vengeance. Graka subconsciously pulled her legs together as if to defend herself, yet it was useless as the Prince continued his merciless assault on her, Graka’s breath quickly picking up speed as she followed the fingers, trying to thrust back against them as they entered.

She felt like she was getting close when it all stopped. Patroklus pulled his thick digits out of her, causing her to whine at him, while at the same time Graka saw him push away those suckling at his dick. Graka started to reach down as she started to grind on her Husband’s leg again, when his hands reached for her, and grabbed her, lifting her up, and to Graka’s delight, positioned her over his cock. Graka couldn’t help but smile, her teeth bared in a joyous grin as he realised she was about to be bred, she was going to be the first to accept her new Chief’s strong seed.

Without fanfare, Patroklus sheathed himself into Graka, pulling her down in one smooth move that drew a long and loud squeal from the eastern Orc as she was absolutely filled by Elven dick. Graka for a moment saw nothing as her vision blurred and all she could focus on was the new Chief’s cock, filling her utterly, stretching her out. It was hard to even breath properly. Despite herself, she could only gasp as the pleasure, the pressure, the fullness, it was too great. With his great big hands, Patroklus began to move her about a bit, drawing out more, smaller squeals from her as he helped her get used to his girth. Her breathing didn’t change, it was hard for her to even try to calm herself, and she was sure it would be impossible to speak. She could only focus on one thing, the new Chief’s cock.

Then he started to move her, lifting her up a bit, and then pulling her back down, pleasure exploding through her like a battering ram smashing through a flimsy palisade gate. All too soon Graka could feel herself cumming on the Chief, her pussy clenching and massaging Patroklus’ cock with her hole, and through instinct she began to grind and try use her legs to try to lift herself up to ride the Elven prince, but they held no strength.

Thank the Holy Malamak for the Prince as rather than watch her feeble efforts, she was lifted once more and brought down again, and like a lightning striking the same tree twice, pleasure slammed through her again as her orgasm was prolonged. Her squeals finally petering out as she ran out of breath. Gasping for breath, and moaning when she could, the Prince continued to fuck Graka, lifting her up and down, thrusting into her mercilessly, overwhelming her with every stroke and practically using her like a toy. Graka’s head lolled back as her focus narrowed further and further. She wasn’t even sure what she was looking at any more, all that mattered was her Chief’s cock, the pleasure it was giving her, and providing the Chief’s meat with a warm hole to pour his seed into.

Then she felt it, the twitching of her master, of the Prince. The pace of the Prince’s thrusting into her increased, and soon enough she felt the balls that were slapping against her thick Orcish ass twitch as well as she came down once again, before he slammed her down on his dick, completely filling her womb. Then she felt cum beginning to fire into her, filling her up, splashing into her. It felt warm and wonderful, she was going to have mighty children, strong warriors, stronger than those of the previous chiefs, and she couldn’t be happier.

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Garka groaned as she got up, her gaze bleary as she woke up on the fur carpet. With two hands, she rubbed her eyes, and looked around. She was still in the Chief’s hut, and she looked over to the throne. All around it, were either sleeping or cum drunk women, watching the show of the new Chief fucking an Elf member of his harem, doing to her what he’d done to Garka, and every other member of his harem. The Elf screamed out in delight, and she fell against him, drunk on his cum as he slowly lifted her off of him, and two Orcish guards, came to pull her away from him before laying her gently on the fur carpeted ground. The Prince groaned in satisfaction as he leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face as he gazed out to the girls he’d just satisfied like he was some kind of sex god. Who knows, as far as Garka knew, maybe he was.

Unable to restrain herself, Garka did her best to wobble to her feet, but only succeeded in getting up to her hands and knees. Her legs must still be weak from the fucking she’d received. Even so, she began to crawl towards her lover just as some in the harem had done previously. Patroklus watched her as she came closer, his smile never turning condescending as she crawled to him on all fours. As she got close, he spread his legs, letting her gain access to him. She raised herself up to rest on his legs, and rubbed her face against his pillar.

It was semi hard, and just the look of it made her mouth water. Garka moved up and stuck her tongue out. She licked at the Prince’s dick, uncaring about the juices of the other women and began to take him into her mouth. She began to suck on his cock, and quickly found a pattern, sliding her tongue around to pleasure her Husband. As she did so, she felt his massive hands begin to pet her head, and as she blew him, she looked up to see him looking down at her with a smile.

“Good girl.”

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Greg’s Great Day

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He had to be the luckiest guy in the whole world, Greg thought. Be kind to just one guy and he got everything he had ever wanted. Sparky at some point had become a cape or had been a cape this entire time, and now, because of Sparky, he not only got the girl he had been pining after for the last few years, but he was also now the master of the hottest girls in the whole school.

Greg groaned as he relaxed further into his seat, his cock sending waves of pleasure through him as he felt the tongue of who were undoubtedly the hottest girls in the entire school, Emma the model, and Sophia the track star, both licking at his cock like it was the best-tasting thing ever. Not just that though, but he also had a show. Off in front of him in this abandoned classroom, Taylor and Madison were putting on a show for him. The two were deep in a kiss as the shorter girl was playing with Taylor, sliding a couple of her digits in and out of the taller girls wet pussy while her other hand had pulled up Taylor’s shirt and was playing with one of her nipples.

He had just told them to put on a show for him, and Madison had come out on top. Greg had expected that they would be evenly matched with each other, or even that Taylor, with her superior height, would be the one domming the other, but Madison seemed to know where to touch Taylor to make the girl a hot horny mess. He loved the way that Taylor writhed from the cute, smaller girl’s touch. It made him as hard as having the two hottest girls licking and worshipping his cock.

Greg wondered how he should continue forward? He could have one of the two girls licking his cock give him a blow job or even have one of them hop onto his lap for him to fuck. He was their master now and the four of them loved their master. He’d made sure of it. He’d asked Sparky if they would love him and he said that they would. That was all that really mattered. He wasn’t a rapist, after all, he wanted his harem to love him as they all fucked each other.

Though, in truth, he wasn’t really as attracted to Taylor anymore, not when there were so many good alternatives that loved him just as much. Sure he had pined after Taylor for over a year now, but that was mostly because they had both been losers, they had been practically meant for each other. Now though, Greg was the master of all four of them, and truth be told, Taylor just wasn’t as good as any of the other three. She had the smallest tits out of all of them, and while she had legs, she didn’t really have much of an ass, not like Sophia did. Really, if anything, the trio was right that among the four of them, she was the ugly duckling. Maybe if Taylor blossomed into something more, then she would be hot, but right now, she was not.

Taylor cried out as she came, girl cum or whatever it was sprayed out as she shivered and shuddered in the arms of Madison. God damn, that was hot. Despite how of the four girls he was the master of, she was still hot in a sort of depraved way, being humiliated and toyed with like that. Maybe that would be how she would fit in his new harem, the girl that did anything and enjoyed it. It could even be like an erotic and fun parody of their school life, only Taylor would love it since instead of being mean, he and the trio could make her feel amazingly good, by teasing her and fucking her all the time.

Greg knew that girls liked that sort of stuff. His Mom certainly did judging by all the romance books she had where the man took charge and dominated the woman there. He’d even read one book where the female lead was made into the man’s sex slave or something and had been super into it. Taylor, judging by her blissed-out expression was just like that. She would love to be played with and toyed with. The thought of Taylor all wrapped up in bondage, as he played with her and toyed with her, while the other members of his harem did the same, it was a hot thought, and he felt his cock twitch.

Yet, even if Taylor was going to end up inevitably at the bottom of his harem, he might as well do the poor girl a favour. He had pined after her for over a year after all. Thus it was only fair that she be the one that he fucked first and lost his virginity to, along with her own. They would lose their virginity together in remembrance of how they had both been losers, and how had it not been for Sparky, they would have gotten together and would have lost their virginity to each other anyways.

“Stop” Greg ordered the two girls licking his cock, and they did so immediately. He got up from the school chair he was in and made his way over to Taylor and Madison, the latter still driving her fingers into Taylor who seemed to be riding the pleasure that Madison was giving her, leaving her barely able to even think. Madison looked up at Greg, and he waved his hand. Instantly, Madison stopped fingering Taylor and gave her a few seconds reprieve from the overstimulation that Madison was giving her.

“God that was hot, I want to fuck you, and give you my virginity,” he said, and Taylor nodded along, her face still somewhat slack from the pleasure she was still coming down from. Madison seemed to know exactly what he wanted before he even wanted it as she sat down and leaned Taylor back so that her pantsless bottom was exposed to him, and with her fingers, she spread Taylor’s sopping pussy.

Still hard from the two hottest girls in his harem, Greg wasted no time falling to his knees and crawling over Taylor.

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