The week following the midterms was a lot more fun than one leading up to it. Mostly because of the squatball game between Camelot University and Crucible College! You’re not sure you understand the rules, but you got into the hype of the crowd and freakin’ loved it.
You are Thursday, watching the close game turns into a one-sided beatdown of the Camelot Manticores. Bumble, Tumble, and Grumble are cheering for the team at your sides, and Snik runs his hands through your hair as you carry him on your shoulders.
You never expected the little guy to have so much junk in the trunk! Despite his small size, his thighs extend beyond your broad shoulders. The longer he’s up there, the more you feel it. Well, them.
His DESIRE. And that of the triplets.
You don’t know how he broke out of his ECS. The knowing gnces the triplets give each other as Snik unconsciously rubs your head make it pretty obvious though. You’re going to have to have a conversation with the triplets. You try to ignore it for now and let out a booming cheer to inspire the Manticores, your voice piercing through the crowd.
Mistake.
Snik shivers and his DESIRE skyrockets. You can smell his pre in his trousers. It’s only a matter of time before he slips his hand behind your head and starts rubbing himself.
Not that you mind, but there are a bit too many witnesses to risk anything.
The Crucible Hammers score another seven points (you think) and you get up, using the excuse mortals are so fond of.
“Gonna go to the restroom real quick.”
“Okay!”
“Sounds good.”
“Might as well, our team’s getting friggin’ trounced.”
“I-I’ll go with you!” Snik leans into you.
You carry him all the way to the restrooms, ignoring the smirking sisters. When you pull Snik off your shoulders, he smiles nervously and pokes his fingers together. It’s weird that you’re not getting a gay vibe from him despite the massive amounts of DESIRE he’s outputting. He squirms, his eyes darting around as his big ears twitch eagerly. You smile comfortingly.
“So…we’re alone.” Snik’s voice is barely audible.
“Yup.” How do you bring up the ECS with him?
You’re scratching your beard when he turns around and pulls down his pants. Your jaw drops, his massive ass stretching a pair of panties that threaten to snap off at any second. Even his thighs spill over the pants he struggled to pull down. He looks over his shoulder, sultry gaze enticing and nervous.
“L-like what you see?” He breathes huskily, moving the panties aside so he could show off his puffy green butthole.
It looks like a St. Paddy’s Day donut, and by Quinn, you want a piece.
“Grumble g-got me ready. She had me practice with bigger and bigger vibrators until I could take you.” Snik licks his lips. “It made my tiny pecker spurt out so many times, but it’ll be worth it for you.”
You want to. Seeing his fat ass, hearing him talk, it’s giving you a hard-on that could split lumber. But…
“Snik, we’re in public.” Stealth, Thursday! You need to be stealthy! “It’d be hot as fuck to spread your fat behind apart and sodomize you against the bathroom wall, but there’s a big chance we’d get caught.”
“Underestimating us again, Thursday?” A voice calls from behind you.
Bumble smirks from the entrance, holding an enchantment rod. With a flick of the switch, a sheen of light trickles across the entrance and the sounds outside are drowned out. Tumble and Grumble join her, the three sisters wearing the same excited expression.
“The sign is up.” Tumble whips off her short shorts.
“And the potion’s smell at the door should convince everybody that this bathroom really is under maintenance.” Bumble purrs and takes off her shirt.
“Nobody’s coming in.” Grumble glides her fingers into her dripping cunny. “We have you all to ourselves.”
Why does she always make it sound so threatening? This isn’t the first time the triplets have cornered you somewhere in public and demanded you stuff their goblin pussies with your seed. This is the first time they’ve involved Snik, though. It’s weird that they ambush you whenever you go to your younger brothers…
Eh, whatever.
Your pants come off and the four gobbo girls marvel at your massive cock. Sorry, three girls and Snik. They lick their lips and pair up on each side of you, four pairs of hands wrapping around your schlong and slowly jacking you off.
“W-wow.” Snik breathes in, ears twitching as he inhales your musk.
"Take a good look, Snik.” Grumble jeers across him. “This is a real cock.”
“I love burying my face in his crotch.” Tumble giggles giddily as she loudly fingers herself. “His smell drives me craz-y!” She shudders through an orgasm and squirts all over the floor as she shoves her face into your balls.
“Enough yapping. Our mouths can be used for better things~” Bumble opens wide and pnts her mouth on the side of your dick, where Tumble eagerly meets her.
The two swish their tongues over and around your length, Tumble’s eyes rolling back as Bumble frowns in concentration. Then Grumble joins near your cockhead, followed by a nervous Snik. The four of them clean your dick like a well-oiled machine, their mouths joined around your length like a double onahole. Your rich pheromones begin having a more potent effect, hearts dotting their eyes as each pair squirts through hands-free orgasms in tandem.
Groaning, your pleasure mounts while they’re kissing the goblins facing them, and they soon begin fingering each other. Tumble and Grumble have their hands in each other’s pussies, but Bumble needs to guide Snik to her honeypot as she runs a finger around his pucker.
The faster they finger each other, the faster they run their mouths up and down your junk. They only slow down. It soon becomes too much, and the triplet’s eyes widen as they recognize the signs. Bumble drags Snik to your cockhead, the triplets jacking you off in perfect harmony.
Before Snik could understand what’s going on, you let out a moan and you shoot your load over them. Ropes drape over the excited goblins, spttering over their expectant faces and naked bodies. Snik stares at your magnificent cock as you continuing to shoot your load all over them, holding up his cum-spttered arms as a lustful smile grows on his face. Bumble jacks off his little green pecker while she fingers herself, kissing and licking your seed from his body. Tumble and Grumble are already making out, rubbing your thick jism over each other’s curves.
“Mmmm~ I love the taste of his jizz in your mouth.” Tumble giggles. “It’s funny how I can taste your juices on Thursday’s—Kyah~!”
“Shut up and kiss me, bbbermouth.” Grumble snarls and sps her sister’s ass again. “Otherwise I won’t eat you out tonight.”
“Thursday.” Bumble grabs your attention.
She’s sitting on Snik, his ass up and hands against the wall. She spreads his fat ass apart so you can get a better look at his puffy taint. She sps his ass and he squeals out happily, the jiggle rippling across his butt in a great wave. Drops of her arousal leak from her excited crotch and circumnavigate Snik’s bodacious booty.
“Come try the butt we’ve trained exclusively for you.”
You grab two fistfuls of his ass, and your fingers just…keep going. Snik’s ass is so phat, it should have its own gravitational pull. You can already feel your dick slipping past the event horizon, deep into the bck hole…You shudder and groan, Snik’s asshole a perfect fit.
“Ah~! You’re inside me~” His ears blush and his cock spurts out a bit more in excitement. “I-I’m sorry my dick isn’t as big as you’d like…I hope m-my ‘slutty bitch-hole is molded after your cock perfectly.’” That st bit sounds rehearsed.
And why do they think you like big dicks?
“Big cock, small cock, no cock… you’re hot no matter what.”
“Re-reallyyyyyyynnnnnnnnngh!~”His ass tightens on you and you can feel his prostate spasm several times in a row.
He cums several times, tiny sputters of jism puttering on the floor. You haven’t even started yet!
Well, better get going before he is spent. You glide deeper into him, thrusting gently at first before slowly ramping up. Soon enough, you’re fucking him so hard the sp of his asscheeks, his ragged breathing, and loud squealing drown out all the noises the other girls make. Bumble is masturbating as she sits on top of him, watching your cock disappear into Snik with a lustful grin. You let out a manly groan and ejacute, Bumble squirting all over your abs as you creampie the fat-bottomed goblin.
You pull out and a fountain of jizz squirts out of him. Snik’s got a dopey smile and rolled back eyes, his trembling legs slowly slipping apart until he’s on the ground, trying to catch his breath. Bumble gives you a smirk and ys on top of him, her pussy drooling tantalizingly over Snik’s abused butthole.
“C’mon, big guy. Stuff me full of your cum.”
You already came twice…but how can you say no to that adorable little pervert? You shove yourself inside her and fuck her into her loud moans turn into muffled gibbering, her wet pussy tightening with every thrust until you finally creampie her. You’re staring at the goblin stack, feeling quite proud of yourself, when Tumble and Grumble join on top of them, staring at you expectantly.
What is this, a goblin sandwich with extra pickle? Fuck it, you go for Tumble next.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck~! You’re dicking her so hard her clit is smming into mine!” Grumble moans. “Look at her o-face, Thursday! You’re fucking her silly she thinks she’s still making out with me!”
Tumble’s tongue writhes around, her lips stretched out and eyes rolled back like she’s kissing someone. You lean closer to the goblin pile, bringing Grumble’s face back so you can kiss her as you thrust into her sister beneath her. Tower of goblins rocks back and forth on your dick, four—no, three pairs of tits bouncing as you continue to rock their worlds. You push down on them and sm yourself deep inside Tumble one more time, a flood of cum gushing out of her pussy as you pull out. Grumble breaks the kiss and smirks, groping her sister’s tits lecherously. Every flick of her nipples makes a bit more of your seed spurt out of her.
“Ha, look at her with her tongue out! Maybe I should ride her—Guh~!”
Last one.
You put all your weight on the pile, the thrusts pushing the goblin stack closer together. Two pussies ooze jizz over one another, collecting in a pool originally formed from Snik’s perfect asshole. You jackhammer Grumble into them, not even leaving her a chance to catch her breath before your cock reduces her to the same garbled state as the other girls. With a relived sigh, you shoot your st load and pull out, admiring your handiwork.
One massive goblin ass acts as the foundation for three more, stacked in perfect splits, identical except for the freckles decorating their behinds. Jizz drools from each of the holes, the entire room stinking of sex.
“Hello, stranger.” Someone purrs from behind you.
You freeze. Who broke through the enchantments? When you turn around, it’s obvious.
Monday.
Say what you will about Life Phoenix House, but it can’t be denied that the recent party elevated the sorority to new heights. Prudence, Andromeda, and you, Monday, turn heads as you walk through the University’s streets. The other sorority’s parties were fiascos, but yours became enshrined in legend.
There was a close call with the knights charged with security on campus, but that only made Life Phoenix burn brighter. Members of your sorority are now the badass bitches that got away with pulling off the greatest party of the century.
The sisterhood roams throughout the city, scarlet scarves around their neck a quiet beacon of their enlightenment and devotion. Your first steps into enchanting, the scarves let you know when the wearer is having their DESIRE fulfilled. You’ve been inviting Andromeda and Prudence on walks, seeing how close you can immerse them in the sounds, smells, and even sight of sex without letting your hypnotism fail. Your newest project is wrapped around their necks, bck leather chokers you’ve been subtly enchanting over time.
You’re coming back from a little shopping, where one of the sisterhood rode her freshly enlightened coworker in the break room, when you feel a massive spike of DESIRE from the stadium.
A familiar DESIRE.
You tell your cute little pets to wait while you investigate, and who do you find but Thursday! …Dicking down a pile of goblins in a public bathroom.
You invite your younger brother to join you at a nearby café. After sucking him off, of course. You hoped you’d get a chance to see him at the party, but it turns out he was busy.
That’s how you find yourself sipping tea with Thursday, his gobbos, and your precious pets. You had to hypnotize the goblins to join without remembering you walking in on them and giving oral to Thursday, which was easy enough in their state.
You and your pets have the best clothes money and connections can buy, courtesy of Cassiopea. In contrast, the goblins are wearing overalls and casual clothes. Not attractive clothing in the least.
“So you’re the big guy from Affection House, huh?” Andromeda giggles and slides closer to Thursday to whisper. “I heard you’re the one to thank for supplying our party.”
“Not my best work.” Thursday chuckles. “But I’m gd you enjoyed it.”
The goblins gre at Andromeda, your pet giggling vapidly as she gropes Thursday’s arm.
Prudence scoffs, but her eyes are on Thursday’s broad chest straining under his t-shirt. You hide your smirk with a sip from your teacup, side-eyeing the goblins as they slurp their sugary drinks. Their ECS is clearly broken, lust trembling from them as they stare at the beautiful woman cmoring for Thursday’s attention. As they should, you worked hard on her.
On both of them. You gave them matching hourgss figures, perfect thighs, and bouncing breasts. Not to mention all the minor changes in their body you had them undergo. Give them the right heels, and they’d make a perfect matching pair.
Ahh, Unlucky. You wonder how she’s doing. If there’s anything you learned while Lord Quinn experimented with her, it’s the raw potential of soul magic. If there’s enough magic, a body will shift to match a soul. Which has a lot of fun applications!
The ruby on Andromeda’s choker and the sapphire on Prudence’s are stuffed with enchantments designed to make them temporarily more vulnerable to your hypnosis and body manipution. You’ve gone as far as you can go with changing their bodies and minds without making them overtly obscene. But you like obscene, so the best option is to continue their training with those special colrs so you can turn them into sexy, stacked, horny sluts…then back into themselves with only a code word.
A tug of your curiosity pulls at Prudence's mental leash.
“What is it about the arcanomechanist club that grabbed your attention, Thursday?” Prudence asks and puts a hand on his leg. “I’ve heard…rumors, is all.”
The goblins turn their gres to her, but she pretends not to notice.
“What isn’t there to like? It’s hard but rewarding work. I get to keep my gains.” Thursday curls a bicep thicker than your leg. Sploosh. “And I work with people I like.”
The goblins’s ears flutter. One looks away shyly, another giggles, the third beams, and the fourth gives Prudence a vicious smirk. He’s really got a bite-size harem just following him around.
Why does he think so small? Learning is one thing, but breaking as many people out of the ECS and harvesting their DESIRE is more important!
True, there were a few close calls…a Holy Knight giving citations to members of the sisterhood for ‘sacious clothing’ during a bake sale, rumors of a dorm war involving balloons filled with sticky fluids, and a girl or two getting sent to a convent following the party. Nothing some hypnotism and bribery can’t fix!
Except for the girls sent to the convent. Sometimes you need to cut your losses.
“Are all girls from the Life Phoenix House dressed so…elegantly?” One of the goblins asks.
You know what the ankle-biter was about to say. May would often make comments about your taste for ‘gaudy’ things. Typical tomboy. She shut up real quick once you got to scissoring.
Prudence, good-natured as always, ignores the barb.
“We were lucky enough to be invited to shop at Sir Frumpleton Highnose’s Emporium of Fancy Pants, Dresses, and Assorted Garments.” She notices their frowns. “Yes, I’m aware the name could use some work. But the quality speaks for itself. The enchantments alone are well worth it! Theoretically, one could duel in these dresses quite aptly.”
“Is it where you got the neckces?” Another goblin asks. “The enchantments are a bit off.”
Off? You bite your lip in anger.
Prudence and Andromeda’s gazes dart to you for a second. You were very specific in telling them not to reveal who gave it to them. You implied the other got theirs as an attempt to one-up them. A tricky bit of circur reasoning that gets them fighting for your affection.
The problem with Thursday is that he’s so strong that he thinks he needs to be more delicate with mortals. If their minds and souls get a bit mixed up, what does it matter if they’re hotter at the end of the day?
“What?” Andromeda squawks. “I got this as a gift from a very close friend! Not from a five-star boutique!”
“Psh.” Prudence scoffs. “More like something from yet another man you’ve flung yourself into. My neckce is a gift from a friend, one that transcends mere flights of fancy.”
The way your pets fight over you fills you with glee.
“That’s a load of—”
“Girls, let’s not argue right now.” They shut up and heel. “What do you say to seeing the Lunar Celebration? I’ve yet to see it.”
“You’ve never been to a Lunar Celebration?” Andromeda gasps.
“That is a travesty.” Prudence adds.
“Yeah, even I’ve seen a few.” One of the goblins finishes her drink.
His? Her? You know for sure one of them has a dick. A small one, but it’s weird you can’t tell the male from the females.
“The one from three months ago was fantastic.” Another goblin notes.
“You’re right, you’re right!” Andromeda nods along. “Though I hear they used to be a lot better fifty years back or so. Shooting stars, auroras, animated consteltions, some people said you could even feel the magical power…I wonder why Celeste stopped?”
“I think it has something to do with navigation for the rest of the world.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.”
“It would be obtrusive…”
As the others talk, you and Thursday stare at each other, not really sure what they’re talking about. Clearly, you’re missing something. You only realize what when the group follows the crowd in the darkening sunset, trailing towards the east end of Camelot.
Towards the pace.
Celeste is the Lunar Empyrean. ‘Mistress of the Night’.
Lord Quinn said that in her home reality, stars were just a balls of hot, fming gas. You’ve never really thought about it until now, but if the night sky in Haven is simuted, then it could be the same in Avalon.
Except on a much rger scale. Much, much rger.
The crowd bustles around in the massive pace square. Young couples, old families, and students like you, gathering in the tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of thousands. Lunar Knights march into position before the gates, and a battalion of trumpeters gather on the balcony of the pace.
They signal the arrival, and the crowd quiets all at once as the st light of day fades on the horizon. A cloaked figure glides onto the balcony.
Something’s…not right.
“It’s incredible to be here when it happens. It’s always clear enough to see everything.” Andromeda whispers, pulling you away from your suspicions.
It’s still practically pitch bck, so only you can see the goblins groping Thursday’s ass in the dark. Instead of admonishing his pets, he pats them on the head! That’s only going to encourage them!
Not that it’d be a bad thing. One of the goblins leans (her/his/its?) head against Thursday’s leg and you get an idea. Pretending to drop something, you lean into their ear and whisper, pushing a hypnotic suggestion to the back of their mind.
They stiffen up and you feel the magic settle as they snuggle their face into his pant leg.
There. With hips like those, she’ll have no problem. All she has to do is have the others follow her lead.
Finally, the cloaked figure raises an arm and the sky lights up. The figure grows rger, dwarfing the knights at her side until the cloak slips off, revealing an elf with skin as dark as the night sky and silver hair. She must be over ten feet tall, with plump, matronly curves. The cloak falls to the ground and a pair of ethereal wings spread, revealing the Empyrean in full regalia.
An avariel. An elf with angel wings, much like Aevum. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, but it can’t be denied that they’re hundreds of times more powerful than any of their cousins.
Whispers echo through the crowd, speaking her name in hushed reverence.
Her dark skin starts to glow, matching the sky as it blossoms into colors.
Everyone is blown away by the light show. Everyone except you.
Because, when you squint, the illusion fades away from your vision. While the night sky is real…the giant dark elf dy isn’t. It’s a group of three wizards, casting a rge illusion spell as they keep their eyes on the sky to mimic movements.
Which begs the question: Where is the real Celeste?
Is there a real Celeste?
You lick your lips. Does that mean Camelot is a lot more vulnerable than Quinn thought? What fun implications!
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