Dee_DubbleYew

  The battle for Glowshroom Town was surprisingly easy.

  A few people acting as a distraction, some invisibility enchantments by the Lunar Knights, and a twenty-thousand-degree thermal barrage from the Golden Redemption’s magic cannons decimated the thousand-plus demon battalion.

  With the vampire leading a mixed group of knights, the cleanup was easy work. All that was left was for the squires to go over the battlefield and finish off any regenerating demons. That’s how you, Vanil, find yourself sharing drinks with your fellow squire, Iris, at Glowshroom’s celebration.

  With actual alcohol.

  The knights looked the other way, considering the town was nearly massacred. The Bdes gave a few toasts and wished the town a happy bit of festivities. Thanking the fighters and praising you guys and the Silver Fists. The Lunar Knights turned in first, funnily enough, and the vampire Bde returned to his airship before the sun disappeared over the horizon.

  The Silver Fist dwarves are actually pretty awesome after a few drinks. Turns out, dwarves don’t have as many hangups about alcohol as most other Prillians. You never thought about it before, but goblins and dwarves may have a lot in common.

  There’s also something strange happening. Some of your knights would talk to a local for a few minutes, then they’d disappear for a while before coming back with big smiles. The Holy Mother knights must have talked to a hundred people. Maybe PR, maybe recruitment…who knows?

  As the night grows dark, the only light by the blue glowshrooms dotting the vilge, more people turn in.

  Not the Knights of the Holy Mother. Your band is still going strong. Even if your head is spinning. Ah, your goblin liver will clear it out in a couple minutes. What won’t clear is the question: what are your knights doing with the locals?

  “Ir-Iris, what bunky fuisiness are our guyz doin’?” You stand up and almost fall backwards, but Iris catches you. “Ta-takin’ peeps out for a fun ride or somthin’?”

  “Well…I guess?” Iris smiles sheepishly. “It’s a, uh, special knight trauma recovery technique?”

  “Wha? Another my-mysterious nechtique you guys aren’t teechin’ uzz?” You chug down the rest of your mug…there’s nothing in there. “Thiz is an-an-an outrage!”

  “Maybe I can convince Saturday to teach you when you’re sober…” Iris says like you’re not sober.

  Which you aren’t.

  “Gib me a minute.”

  You stumble off for some food and devour a greasy leg of mb you pilfered from a snoozing dwarf’s pte. Iris follows you bemusedly, clearly underestimating a goblin’s alcoholic aptitude. After eating all you can, you take a deep breath and slowly feel your mind clear, your burning ears turning a healthy shade of green.

  “Okay, I’m sober.” You smirk as Iris’ jaw drops. “Now show me.”

  Iris hems and haws, but eventually, she leads you to the house the residents let the Knights of the Holy Mother borrow. She’s super skittish as you enter the living room, where Saturday is waiting with a big grin.

  He seems to be expecting you.

  “Vanil! I hear you’re interested in some extra training?”

  “Yeah? How’d you figure that?”

  Iris shifts uncomfortably. Saturday waves a wing nonchantly and babbles something about chakra and ninjutsu techniques. Eventually he gets to the point.

  “We’re going to do some sensory training first, nin! Put this on.”

  He tosses you the blindfold. You feel odd about this. But he is a knight, and it sounds pusible, so you tie the blindfold tightly.

  “Okay, there’s going to be some smells and sounds. I want you to identify them.” His wing pats you on the head. “Don’t worry, getting it wrong is part of the process.”

  The first tests are easy: A feather brushing against your back, snapping fingers behind you, waving incense under your nose…then things get weird.

  PLAP PLAP PLAP!

  “Uh, pass.”

  SPLURT!

  “Pass again.”

  Something is waved in front of your mouth, a thick scent that sends shivers down your spine.

  “Um…Chamomille?”

  “No.” Saturday says.

  Iris just mumbles something.

  “What was that?” Your ears twitch.

  “Nothing!” Saturday sings. “Let’s try some blind exercises. I’m going to put something around your waist. Training weights, using the forms we taught you. The ‘doggy bone’.”

  The ones where they got you to thrust your hips a lot? You nod, and Saturday clips a belt around your waist. He’s right, there’s some kind of weight on it. It’s digging a bit into your buttcheeks and special pce. You shouldn't expect this to be comfortable...it's weird.

  You’re told to start, and you thrust your hips just like you were taught. Saturday compliments you and say’s he’s going to increase the difficulty. Something gets stuck on the weight and you have to thrust harder to keep up the same pace.

  “Mm! Mmm! Mmm!~”

  Iris must be hinting that you’re doing a really good job. She sounds close, around where the weight is stuck.

  “Downward dog.” Saturday sound like he’s struggling not to ugh.

  You lean forwards, your face nding on something soft and slimy. You keep thrusting, two soft mounds bouncing into your ears. The smell, the sound, something forces you take a deep breath and some of the slime goes past your lips.

  All of the sudden, the tight belt feels good on your special pce, and your mind melts from a mounting wave of pleasure. You stumble and brace your arms around whatever you’re ying on, feeling it with your hands for the first time.

  That’s a person.

  You take the blindfold off and gasp. Iris is beneath you, covered in white goo. Her legs are tied to her arms and a dirty rag is stuffed in her mouth. You look down her naked body, the ribbed weight on your belt firmly inside her.

  “Why’d you stop, squire?” Saturday is behind you, using another object to stroke his member. “Don’t you want to have a taste of Iris’s favorite cock?”

  He takes the thing off his cock, the thick member still glistening with fluids. Iris spits out the rag and looks at you with a dopey smile.

  “Please,” she begs, “don’t stop!~”

  You lose control of your hips, thrusting into the girl and driving your face between your breasts. You hug her tighter, the strap of your belt digging deeper between your legs to send sparks flying. Then, Saturday joins in and shoves his thing into your butthole.

  You squeal into Iris’s chest and fluids erupt from between your legs. Saturday pulls his dick out and plunges it back inside you, again and again. Shoving your face into Iris’s sticky chest, your crotch into hers. She makes sounds you’ve heard before, during their ‘personal exercises’, and you find yourself making the same noises.

  “Isn’t sex amazing?!” Iris moans.

  “Yes! Yes! Yeeessss!~” Your eyes roll back as you kiss her, mixing the salty goo in each other’s mouths. “Don’t stoooooooop!”

  Saturday and Iris teach you a lot after that. Saturday has his shadow clones train you to suck several cocks at once, Iris teaches you to scissor, then they work together to teach you how to give rimjobs and jack several dicks off at the same time. You’re riding her face, jacking off two shadow clones, and sucking off a third when the door opens.

  “You broke in Vanil?” December isn’t surprised to see you gagging on a cock.

  “Eep!” You cover your chest.

  Not very effective since you’re still riding Iris and glistening in cum.

  The minotaur smiles and takes off his pants, revealing his cock. Your jaw drops when you see the foot-long, three-inch thick monster he was hiding. And the massive pair of balls swinging below them. You sit up and, almost in a trance, walk towards him.

  “Heya December!” Saturday waves, not bothering to stop his shadow clone’s blowjob. “Yeah, she’s been at it for an hour and she isn’t slowing down. Can you believe it?”

  You caress your cheek against the massive trouser snake, your pussy gushing as you feel it throb against your skin. Iris looks up to see what you’re doing and she blushes when she spots December. The minotaur gently pats your head, and you inhale his thick scent.

  Should you? Can you?

  “Do you mind if I take her for a ride?” December’s balls rub against your breasts as his cock leaves a trail of pre on your face. “She’s practically begging me.”

  “Go ahead.” Saturday dismisses his clones and magics himself clean. “There’s a fine-looking dy who was giving me eyes earlier. I want to see if I can get her husband to share.”

  Saturday leaves and your heart races when December picks you up by your hips. He’s big enough that his hands can meet around your waist, and he brings you up a couple feet to his snout. He stares at you with his deep green eyes and a cocky grin.

  “Are you ready to get cocksocked?”

  You don’t even know what that means, but you’re nodding eagerly.

  He turns you around gently, his fingers tantalizingly close to your pussy as he holds you by your thick hips. Iris crawls over to you and spreads your legs. She kisses you along your inner thigh and down to December’s cockhead, then the rest of his member as he teases you on his tip.

  You’re about to scream at him, beg him to hurry up, to stop rubbing his cockhead over your pussy and just fuck you.

  December times it just right so that you scream out right as she shoves himself inside you. You’re full, your every fold stretched to the limit as your passage is spread apart by his magnificent cock. You’re struggling to string together words when he slowly bucks you on his dick, bouncing your entire body up. His thick hands grip you tighter around the hips and he pulls you back down, your mind exploding in pleasure. You kick your legs wildly, trembling in ecstasy, and some part of you wonders what Iris is doing.

  Her lips kiss your clit and your mind goes bnk once more.

  “Take care of my balls, Iris. I want to cum fast so I don’t mind break her.”

  “Yes, master~” Iris stops suckling on your clit and begins licking his ballsack. “Mwah~! Ah, you’ve got such virile cum factories!”

  December moves you up and down his monster cock faster, Iris going from licking to sucking his balls with loud moans. December accelerates his pace to the point that he’s violently fucking you, limbs and tits swinging around as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

  You realize through the roller coaster of pleasure that he’s using you like Saturday did his onahole. You cum even harder when he brings you to his hips again.

  Then, his cock does the weirdest thing. It vibrates.

  Orgasm after orgasm runs through you, your pussy tightening like a vice on his cock until you feel it. The trembling, sputtering explosion of cum inside you.

  “Nnnnngghhyaaa~!”

  You’ve got tears running down your face now, nothing more than a pleasure toy for this minotaur. Your stomach swells with his seed, growing until it looks like you’ve got a watermelon instead of a toned goblin gut.

  December sighs contently and his erection shrinks. Not enough to let you loose, so you’re hanging from his crotch like a bloated condom, struggling to catch your breath. Hanging upside-down, you spot Iris unpopping her mouth from his ballsack. She gives you a wink and licks the drops of cum from your crotch.

  “What the fuck, December.” Someone growls. “I went through the trouble of getting this new girl ready for you to use, and here you are with the other one? Are you fuckin’ disrespecting me?”

  December swings around, and you groan as you feel your cunny dislodge from his cock. You slowly slide off and Iris brings you to the ground to see a strange, short creature with horns. Your mind clears up and you realize that it’s Halloween.

  Except something’s on her crotch. She’s got Libby tied up and speared on a gigantic strapon. She’s panting with hearts in her eyes, her pussy dripping with arousal. The door is open behind her.

  “Dammit Halloween, did you parade her all the way here in public?”

  “I dunno.” She shrugs and looks at her sharp nails.

  Bobbing a squealing Libby up and down.

  “I was jumping around a lot. Broke a chimney. Our little squire had fun, so where’s the issue?”

  “I’m going to go check if anyone saw.” December groans and makes to leave.

  “Hey!” He stops in his tracks. “I got you a gift for being a good stud. Take. It.”

  December rolls his eyes but takes Libby. She blubbers, begging for him to use her, and he manifests some magic bonds to tie her to his chest. Her muffled begging can still be heard, until he thrusts his cock into her. A cloak appears around him, hiding her as he steps out and shuts the door.

  Leaving you and Iris with the short, horned being.

  She gives you a sharp-toothed smile. You’re stuffed full of cum and riding the afterglow, fear mixing with horniness. You imagine what terrible things she has in mind for you and your pussy squirts a bunch of December’s cum on the ground.

  Halloween sits on a chair and takes off the huge, ribbed strap-on. A mess of cum pools from her cunny and she crosses her legs. She beckons you forwards with a finger. You struggle to get to your feet. She shakes her head.

  “You can walk when you’re a knight. Crawl, bitch.”

  Your ears heat up and you crawl closer to her. Iris does the same, panting as her eyes dart between your bloated belly and Halloween evil gaze. Every movement of your hips spills more cum from your abused love tunnel onto the hardwood floor, making you shudder as it passes through your lower lips.

  Iris gets to her first, taking the initiative to kiss her feet. Halloween’s evil smile grows, and you get close enough to do the same. But your eyes are fixed on the cum leaking from between her legs. You stuff your face between her legs and p up the mixture of fluids leaking from her pussy.

  “Good squire. See, Iris? That’s initiative.” She pinches your ears and giggles as you squirm. “This goblin bitch deserves to have her pussy cleaned. Take care of that.”

  “Yes mistress~!” Iris crawls behind you and her hands grab your asscheeks.

  You moan into Halloween’s crotch as Iris’s tongue reaches deep inside you to scoop out December’s seed. Her hands rubs around your stuffed stomach, and you shiver as smaller fshes of ecstasy course through you. Halloween squeezes her legs around your head, whispering things in your ears that bring you to shameful orgasms.

  “You think those stupid D-cups make you attractive, slut? No, you’re only sexy when your face is—unf~ deep inside my muff.”

  “You like my pussy, huh? That’s the cum from a dozen different guys. Unf~ you should count yourself lucky that you’re sucking my cunny, ‘cause you’ll never get id as much as this bitch.”

  “Gosh, you look so dumb, bloated with December’s jizz. Bet you wish he’d stuffed you full of babies. Baby minotaurs that’d grow up and unf~unf~ use their slutty mommy like the cum tissue she is.”

  After a while, your stomach has shrunk and you’ve cleaned out Halloween’s passage. You’ve still got some cum sloshing around inside you, and Halloween squirts into your open mouth one st time before getting up.

  “Bored now.” She pulls you by your hair to your feet, frowning as she looks at your tits. “Iris, clean up this whore’s mess.”

  You’re comparing your height to Halloween, noticing her eyes only reach up to your chin when she says that. You feel a bit self-conscious about your bloated gut poking into her. You go from wondering if she intentionally has high heels in her armor because of a height complex, to wondering what she means by that.

  To her shoving her face in your chest and pushes herself against your body. You wince when her nails dig into your ass, then squeal as she squeezes a gallon of cum out of your pussy and into Iris’s waiting mouth.

  You colpse into Iris’s arms and the short woman leaves in a huff. You struggle to catch your breath and Iris sits up, letting you rest your head on her plush thighs.

  “What…what happened to me?” You eventually ask, the burning feeling in your pussy begging for more. “Is this normal?”

  “Not this much.” Iris smiles gently and moves a strand of hair out of your face. “I’ll expin.”

  Iris talks about a strange spell in Prillia that prevents lust, and how it’s growing in strength and scope. Baby-making is supposed to feel this great. It feels like she’s holding something back, so you press her for more.

  She refuses. Too bad you know her weakness now.

  After a couple minutes of teasing her erogenous zones, she finally admits the truth. They’re demons.

  You almost think she’s lying. You know about imps, seen war demons wreck through Greenbrook. They don’t act like Iris or December. Halloween, maybe, but she didn’t kill you so she’s probably just a major bitch. But then Iris drops her disguise, and you realize it’s the truth.

  They’re demons. Weird demons.

  “What is going on here?”

  You and Iris freeze up. You slowly turn your heads to see March tapping a talon against the floor. You and Iris are naked and surrounded by puddles of sexual fluids. Iris’s skin is a deep purple and her horns are out.

  You look incredibly guilty. For a moment, you’re afraid she’ll smite you both.

  “Did you just reveal your nature to Squire Vanil?” Her hard gaze focuses on Iris. “And make this mess?”

  “Well, yes, but—” Iris is silenced by shadow magic enveloping her entirely.

  March turns to you.

  “And you encouraged this?” She scowls.

  “I-uh…”

  “I expect you to act with the grace and dignity of a Knight. Your sexual urges should be controlled and kept behind locked doors, not in the foyer of a house that isn’t even ours.” March crosses her wings.

  “Mmmmffmfmmhhhmmhfghymm!” Iris moans from her bindings.

  Is it you, or does it look like the shadows are rubbing her as she moves around?

  “Then you should have moved to a bedroom after Halloween had her way with you!” She understood that? “And Vanil, I’d expect this from these perverted reprobates…but you, at least, should know not to make such a mess.”

  Shadows erupt around you, and you’re sealed into skintight shadow bindings. You see nothing, though the shadows rub against your nipples, tighten between your legs, and even tickle your sensitive ears. At least she left a hole for you to breathe, even if there’s a shadow gag in your mouth.

  “Since your ECS is broken, you will receive the same measure of punishment.” March walks off. “I’ll be back after an hour. I hope the gimp suits will make you reflect on your actions.”

  Is that it? She’s just going to leave you?

  No, she picks you up and brings you to a bedroom. She tosses you on a bed, then something else nds next to you. It squirms around until it’s right next to you. You feel her lips on yours, and you recognize Iris through the bindings.

  You y next to each other, moaning as the gimp suits tease your bodies. You can’t even kiss Iris properly, your noses mashing into each other as often as you can get your lips to meet. You think you’d get tired after all the events of the day, but the brief touches and constant teasing keep you wide awake.

  And hungry for more.

  So you squirm around, stewing in your own juices until you hear the door open again.

  “Remember to keep your dick in the best condition.” March is walking someone in. “You shouldn’t plow every woman that looks your way.”

  “March…why are there two women in gimp suits on the bed?”

  “Training for you.” She puts her wings on his shoulders. “Punishment for them.”

  Your bonds loosen enough that you can move your mouth again. You’re about to ask to be let out when the shadows pull you and Iris together, opening a hole on your pussies. After so long being teased, you squeal into her chest as your clits rub together. You and Iris cum at the same time, soiling the sheets in your spray of arousal.

  “Now…rub your dick between their pussies. Without cumming. I’ll give you a treat afterwards.”

  “Yes ma’am!”

  Emancipation, one of the nicest people you’ve met, slowly rubs his cock between your slobbering cunts. You moan louder, and a hole opens up on Iris’s gimp suit.

  Her nipple.

  You eagerly lick and suck at it, Iris shaking underneath you as the cockhead rubs past your bia and teases your engorged clits. Emancipation’s member throbs with each slow glide, getting bigger with every pass. The teasing from the gimp suit squeezing and twisting your tits, rubbing between your thighs, tickling your ears, and the harpy cock makes you squirm atop Iris.

  Finally, it’s too much. You stop sucking Iris’s tit to say something.

  “Please, Emancipation…Please fuck us~!”

  “Vanil? Whoops.”

  He pulls out quickly, and you can hear his delicious cock spray jizz over the floor.

  “You need more discipline.” March sounds angry.

  “Why were you sending images of yourself to me?” He mumbles. “You know that seeing you pregnant makes it harder.”

  “…Training. Have the squires clean your cock. And don’t cum this time, or else you won’t get your reward.”

  “What about us?” You whine and wiggle your ass. “Please, March. I’ll clean up, I won’t make a mess next time…Just stuff something inside us, pleeeease.”

  “Mm! Mmm!” Iris mashes her pussy into yours in agreement.

  “Quiet.”

  The gimp suits move you into ying positions, mouths angled directly at them. Iris is right next to you, her cheek practically glued to yours. You open and close your mouth a few times, hoping that your lips are plush enough to look fuckable. You roll your tongue around your mouth wiggle around, anything to get some of that sweet cock.

  “Wow, you’re making a great show, Vanil!” His erection is inches away, you can smell it. “You’re a great slut!”

  Emancipation chooses you first. You enthusiastically slurp up his cock, licking your femcum from his cock as your mouth memorizes its texture, its taste, its girth…He pulls out with a pop, and you whine as he shoves his cock into Iris’s mouth. You stretch your tongue out to get a taste of his balls, his crotch, anything within reach. Your eyelids flutter under your bindings as you drink in the harpy’s delicious essence, the barest hints of cum you aren’t allowed to taste.

  “Very good Emancipation. Now…”

  “Wait, I can redeem myself.”

  The gimp suits move you until you’re mouth-to-mouth with Iris. You’re far apart enough that you can barely kiss each other, if your stretch your lips. Only, Emancipation puts his dick between your mouths and slowly rocks back and forth. You and Iris entwine your tongues around his member, sealing him in a double kiss. He thrusts between your mouths faster, and your mind goes bnk as you clean every inch of his cock.

  His cock gets bigger, throbbing sexily between your lips, only seconds away from blessing you with his semen. Then he pulls out and doesn’t come back, leaving you and Iris’s mouths searching for more.

  “Very good.” March says grumpily. “Now for your prize.”

  That jerk! She pulled him away before he could give you what you needed. Your binds loosen and you’re flung out the bedroom.

  “You still have a bit more punishment. Serve it elsewhere, we’re busy.” March adds. “Consider this an exercise in training your senses.”

  Then, your gimp suits walk you out the house and into the night. Your gimp suit opens some more and stops stimuting all your weak spots. Now your pussy and boobs are exposed to a fresh breeze, and you’re walking around with your arms bound behind your back.

  Didn’t she warn you about exposing yourself? She must really want to jump Emancipation’s bones.

  “Don’t worry.” Iris says. “We’re tied together, and I’ve got a special demon sense that will bring us to safety!”

  At least there’s that.

  You’ve never walked in high heels before, but the gimp suit seems to be helping you learn as you walk through alleyways. Glowshroom is dead quiet, and you can’t see anything, but Iris leads you with confidence.

  Now if only your pussy wasn’t leaking so much.

  “Oh, found them!” Iris hops in pce.

  Imagining her tits bouncing in pce makes more arousal run between your legs.

  “What in Celeste’s name?” Someone says, and your heart jumps into your throat.

  That’s a man’s voice. Not even a voice you recognize.

  “Mister!” Iris calls. “Please help us!”

  Oh, she’s going to py it off like you got kidnapped or something. Before the ECS, if you saw a pair of women walking around in bck gimp suits and exposed pussies, you’d believe it. Now, you’d recognize them as perverts.

  “We need you to stuff our pussies with your cock until you cum!” What?

  She’s thrusting her hips towards him.

  “Please mister, get your friends and fuck our holes until we can’t move.”

  “Uh…wow. Hey guys, you said your erections weren’t calming down after that ft girl fucked you, right?”

  You hear more people come into the alleyway. At least a dozen pairs of feet. You ears twitch and you realize there’s also the clip-clop of hooves. Femcum runs down your thighs and your thrust your hips towards them, making sure to shake your tits around. You're so horny at the thought of being used by so many people you can't see that your pussy juices gush loudly onto the ground.

  “Guys, come on! We’re just a pair of perverted sluts who need some cock!”

  The gangbang that followed sted until the earliest hours of morning. You sucked several cocks at once, got double penetrated between a very enthusiastic pair, and even had a few women shove their cunts in your face. Somewhere along the line, the gimp suits dissolved, so you were able to give handjobs as they fucked your hungry pussy. You didn’t even care if the st few guys saw your face as you rode them.

  Iris helped you shower when you got back. You went to bed exhausted, and fell asleep while snuggling into her chest. You wake up alone and almost think it was a dream. Your sore body and new hunger are proof that yes, you did just whore yourself out to demonic knights and a good part of the town.

  Libby looks away with a blush as you share a very te breakfast. Tongs just stares at you two and pushes the eggs around on his pte.

  “They gave you some training st night, huh?”

  Both of you blush harder.

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  Sunday deals with fangirls! Venture the minotaur goes for his first checkup!

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