The term "Demon sex cow" may not sound nice, but it's both the in-game title given to the characters I'm looking at and an apt descriptor of the individuals I see languishing in a handful of pens in the middle of the gigantic chamber. They are all beautiful, but their bodies have been… horrifyingly mutated.
At a glance I have no way of telling if they were human once. The six women are in pens that are side by side, and each of them has four enormous breasts, each of which has multiple, meaty nipples and they have large, superhumanly thick cocks as well. Beneath their throbbing manhoods are slender-looking vaginas, pink, quivering, and actually quite attractive looking.
The one thing I give the demons props for is that the pens are airtight which I only realize when I see the slick trails of… girl-cum as some might call the slick lubricant, beneath the women and notice that the only sense alerting me to them is my sense of sight. I can't smell them so the technology in question has to be supernatural to some extent as my sense of smell is incredibly, outright supernaturally strong and it still doesn't pierce the pens.
Various demonic machines, pumps, milkers, and needles alike, are affixed to the six women. They all seem out of it, though they don't look distressed. If anything they seem a little too into it given the high likelihood that they were kidnapped and brought here either before or after being powerfully mind-fucked and/or quite directly sexually assaulted. Some of their mouths are agape, their eyes closed and their skin flushed.
As I study them I am reminded that while it's deeply fucked up to steal someone away and bring them here or to the other factory, a life of pleasure in these structures is not the worst deal someone can get in Mareth. The first orgasm I get to see happens to the woman in the middle pen, and I watch the cock milker; an unseemly black machine affixed to her manhood vibrates as it absorbs her release. Tubing attached to the machine suctions her emissions, relocating the fluids to some other part of the factory. In seconds the machines attached to the woman's breasts fill with thick, vividly pink milk. It seems like her orgasm is causing other reactions and I suspect that that's probably common here.
Tamani stands beside me and eyes the women with something approaching envy. This is not surprising, though none of these women are pregnant and that's what she's after. I turn to her and smile.
"You shouldn't be too jealous of them. None of them have kids. But if you like what you see… I can arrange a special pen for you, and use some of our spare devices to give you a setup like what you see here." I offer, causing her to smirk.
"Oh? Do you want to play with me like I'm one of them?" She asks, teasingly. I smile a touch more sincerely.
"You aren't like them. I know what I want for you and it's not for you to end up in those pens." I exclaim, and I again sense Tamani's approval. I turn to Rapunzel.
"Go ahead and deactivate the machinery on them, and then bring them out here. I want to talk to them." I tell the demon. She looks at me curiously but walks away to do as I ask. In minutes Zetaz, Tamani, Rapunzel, and I are face to face with the six demon sex cows. All six are in a state of demonically induced bliss and I take a second to touch each of them. My companions find this strange until the women in front of us begin to come to, snapping out of the drug-induced high they've long been in.
Generic Totally Not Mind Control has given me many gifts. I only had limited uses for most of the delightful toys it gave me when I was in Minecraft, though the free will bombs and a few other gems like Ascension had chances to shine as well. GTNMC is quite handy in this particular jump.
When I touched the demon sex cows I used an array of perks on them in short succession. Passive Renewal, Empathy Powers, and State Refresh slam into each of them, taking away the edge of their corruption and clearing their minds of the lustful haze induced by the drugs they have been forced to consume daily for Marae knows how long. Nonetheless their corruption is so intense that they still need a second to fully regain their wits, and I don't fully fix the corruption surging through them just yet. If they opt to stay I don't want them to have to go through the process of being corrupted all over again.
The first of them to recover fully from the altered state she's been in looks at my companions and I with a look of terror on her face. She looks around and I can see her doing some adrenaline-fueled mental calculus to see if she can make a break for it. I consider allowing her to try this but decide against it and blast her and the others with slowing rays; beholder magic that powerfully inhibits one's ability to move and act freely without doing something as intrusive as ensorceling their minds like charming rays or freezing them altogether like petrification.
My perks take hold and the six clear-headed but slowed women turn to look at me. They can feel my magic coil around their bodies, weighing them down. I feel a bit bad about this, for half a second, but I decide to power through it and take advantage of the opportunities I've created for myself.
"Good afternoon, friends. My name is Lalo and I am the new overseer of this factory." I proclaim, confidently. I can feel the surge of excitement from the succubus beside me, and the dolled imp. Tamani looks at me curiously, and the six cows look at me fearfully.
"Your fear is valid, sensible, and a sign that despite it all, despite what you endured at the hands of my underlings, you remain yourselves." I tell the women, filling my voice with a certain level of admiration and calmness. I'm not lying, their fear is a sign their old selves still exist, buried deep beneath the corruption that has seized their bodies. They've done well to resist it and to stop it from infecting them so completely.
"I want to give you a choice. I was not the overseer who oversaw your capture, delivery here, and corruption. And I can heal you. If you wish to leave, to return to the world beyond this place, I will compensate you for your time, fix your corruption to the extent that you wish, and see you delivered safely to your home." I tell the women. This catches them off guard, and also catches Rapunzel equally by surprise, but my offer is real. One of them, the most human looking of the women with the smallest breasts and manhood, decides to ask me a question.
"You'll let us go? Why?" She asks, which is quite sensible. I turn to face her and consider how to answer her question.
"Because I believe in the power of choice. Mareth is a scary place but in here there is safety, happiness, and pleasure. Under my roof you can find purpose and joy, and you need not fear the dangers lurking outside. I believe many would make a wise choice and submit themselves to demons who treat them with dignity and respect, and who do not sugarcoat the reality of this… deeply fucked planet." I remark, and I watch the women flinch at my words. One of the women glares at me.
"You did this! You're the ones who turned the planet into this nightmare." She says, and I turn to her and frown.
"Are you insisting that all demons are responsible for the calamities the demon queen has ordered? Do you know how someone becomes a demon?" I ask, and when her gaze fills with uncertainty I know she doesn't know.
"Someone's mind can be overloaded with pleasure. They can orgasm so much and so intensely that their souls are expelled from their bodies in the form of Lethicite. Those who survive this process, which not everyone does since some beings are content to simply fuck someone to death, become demons. Many demons, myself included, are the victims of other demons. No one is born a demon, at most demon pregnancies create imps but as you can see I'm no imp." I state, which causes the women to flash me mildly sympathetic looks.
"Not every demon is the same, in much the same way as not every human, orc, or goblin is the same. I value choice, freedom, and consent. If you stayed here I would give you safety, happiness, and immortality, and you'd only become a demon if you wished to. In the outside world you could encounter creatures much crueler than I, including people who have souls and are just dicks." I add, causing them to nod as they remember their lives before now. The next figure to speak surprises me, being Rapunzel rather than the women.
"You'd give them immortality AND them becoming demons would only happen if they sought it out? Would you turn them into goblins?" She asks, and I laugh, though I appreciate the question. Tamani looks at me interestedly, waiting to see how I answer.
"That is a good question! And the answer is no. I can give someone immortality without transforming them. I can brew a potion of immortality with ease. The good kind. The sort that removes basic bodily needs, including the need to sleep, eat, and drink water." I state, which is cryptic but it's true. The women look at me curiously and consider what I've said. This is news to Tamani, which makes me laugh internally.
Essence alchemist is an incredible thing. By using it I can turn my perks into essences, and I can mix perks together to create wholly original essences. I know for a fact creating an essence based on the gamer's body gamer system feature is doable, and I know that though I have the lesser version of the feature I can mix bits and pieces of it with other perks and essence traits I possess such as my essence entity nature and that's what I'd do for the women who choose to stay.
"The only right choice is the one that allows you to follow your heart. Look inside of yourselves and ask if you'd rather live a safe, pleasurable life of guaranteed comfort and endless ecstasy or if you long for the outside world, and the freedoms, and dangers that come with leaving this place." I tell the women. One of them, one who has not spoken, is the next to speak.
"What if we leave and try to stop you?" She asks. I turn and appraise her, studying her lithe figure and sensing some genuine rage in her.
"Another good question. I will stop you." I tell her, with a neutral look. My words are delivered calmly and my tone suggests this isn't a slight or a confident overreaction but a simple statement of fact.
"I have the means to stop you. Whether you attack by yourself or with an army, I will win. That said, I don't begrudge you hating this place and wanting to see it torn down. If you decide to leave and come with an army I will stop you from tearing this place down, but I will not do so hostilely. I am creating a safe place, perhaps the only safe place, in Mareth. You do not get to stop that." I add, delivering my words flatly and matter of factly.
"Your feelings, be they of cautious excitement, careful interest, or deep rage, are all valid. What happened to you is truly awful. If you'd allow me, I'll begin to make it up to you. You can choose to live here. To call this place your home. To be a part of the safe, happy community I'm creating. Or you can fully reclaim your old lives. Make a choice and pursue your own happiness, however that looks for you." I tell the women. No one has any more questions, and I allow them a chance to think before the first of them moves towards me. A woman who hasn't spoken yet walks up to me and studies my face. She's quiet for a moment and when she speaks I am delighted to hear what she's got to say.
"I'd like to stay. Can you make me immortal?" I flash her a smile and nod.
"Get back to your pen. But yes, yes I can. And yes, yes I will." I tell her. A blush spreads across her face and she does as she's told. I turn to Rapunzel and gesture to go to the woman and get her set up again, affixing all of the machinery to her to get her back to work. The succubus smiles at me and eagerly walks over to the woman.
Over the next few minutes the women approach me and make their decisions one by one. Two of them; one of whom is the angry woman who asked what would happen if she left and tried to stop me and the other of whom is the woman in the middle pen, opt to leave. Everyone else stays, and I have Rapunzel go back to them and get them set up again.
"Give me your hands." I tell the women who choose to leave. They both do as I say, and as I touch them I begin to take their corruption into myself. Empathy Powers is what allows me to do this, and their corruption surges into me only to do… nothing, well next to nothing.
Demonhood allows me to endure any amount of corruption, at least as far as this setting goes, so I have nothing to fear. Their corruption only slightly heights my lust, and that's partially due to how strong Theater of the Mind is. In seconds they have been purified of corruption but they've been transformed for long enough that Empathy Powers takes a beat to begin to undo the effects of the drugs they've been exposed to.
In minutes I watch the chemicals they were forced to ingest some weeks and months ago begin to wear off. To my surprise the "Woman" who is mad turns out to be a man, an orc actually. His breasts shrink, and two of them disappear altogether. His manhood changes colors, becoming green and reaching a normal length. The other victim is a harpy and I watch her take on the form of one of this world's busty winged humanoids.
After healing them of their corruption and undoing their transformations they both behold me with some level of respect, though the harpy has fear mixed into her gaze and the orc's eyes still burn with anger. I escort them out and give them both a healthy amount of gems: the local currency. My walking around money item is giving me gems for the duration of this jump as that's what money looks like here.
When they are dealt with and on their way I am filled with a quiet happiness. I have stuck to my guns here and I know I have dealt with this problem thoughtfully.
I remain outside and take some time to go ahead and make some new puppets, which I immediately put to work. In minutes the puppets head towards the small stream of fluids pouring into the grander river that will eventually reach Marae and contribute, somewhat, to her corruption. I put them to work redirecting this trickle, and moving it underground. This is doable because I use Minecraft physics through them and have them create a series of tunnels underneath the factory for the sake of reorienting the corrupted fluids into the tunnels, though I also make plans to eventually create more means of storing fluids such as tanks to fill up, in the future.
At the same time my actual physical body is up in my overseer's office, and Tamani is seated in my lap. I can sense her interest and arousal and I look into her pink eyes. Her full, moist lips are calling to me, and she seductively rubs up on me, moving her hips slowly.
"Mr. Overseer… You've got a lot of potential here." She tells me, and I can see her multifaceted interest in my facility. She wants me, including just for my body, but that's a surprisingly small part of this.
"We've got a lot of potential here." I state, gently correcting her even as I eye her tempting breasts. She responds to my words with a confident smirk but I can passively sense her estimation of me increasing.
"'We'? So you're still on that?" She asks, and I smile softly. Her skepticism is understandable, as is her apparently deep-seated mistrust of demons.
"I'm 'On' the truth. I want you. And I want you for more than a night. All of you. From your small, tight, womanhood, to your womb, to your brain." I tell her, sincerely. This seems to cut through her skepticism and she looks at me in a new light.
She's seen me stay true to every promise I've made, and she's even seen me do so when in circumstances others with good intentions might balk. She watched me speak to someone who hinted they'd want to come back here and do violence and I still let them go.
I turn her head and expose her neck to me, before darting in and kissing it. She closes her eyes and moans, her voice breathy and lustful, as she endures my attentions. I attack her soft skin for several moments, nipping at it and kissing it lustfully.
She presses herself against me and I feel her diamond-like nipples against my hot, bare skin. I stop a few moments later and look at her.
"I want you. And I want you to want me too. But if we do this you're committed. We're gonna be exploring the omniverse together, and you'll have my mark. Right here." I tell her, touching the area above her expectant slit where the womb tattoo will manifest. She looks at me, lust in her gaze and I watch her imagine what my "Mark" would be like. My other hand grabs her jiggly ass and I bite my lips as I feel her soft flesh.
"Will you give me children?" She asks. My own eyes flash with lust as I imagine her curves expanding due to pregnancy. I nod.
"A sea of them." I confirm. She moans as she imagines the endless rush of orgasms she's guaranteed to experience, if she just surrenders. As she moans I capture her lips, hungering for her. She submits to my invasion and I make an unmasculine sound when her tongue snakes out into my mouth. She eventually moves back, breaking the kiss, and I look into her eyes.
"Take me. Mark me. Impregnate me." She says, speaking surprisingly dominantly. My eyes flash with amusement and lust at her commands, and I unequip the pants I've been wearing. This exposes my demonic manhood, and for a moment the sight of it reminds me of my mysterious benefactor.
For half a second I critically ponder what it means that my benefactor hinted that this world could make me like them. I muse on earlier observations and wonder if the mysterious monster is an archdemon, a dragon lord, a cosmic god, or something altogether stranger. And then Tamani returns me to the present by willingly impaling herself on my supernaturally long manhood. The sudden, heady rush of pleasure is overwhelming as she is marked by my own special brand of corruption.
I can feel my essence reaching out and marking her and she's so sensitive that even the act of impaling herself on me is driving her to loud, ecstatic moans. I begin to level up, thanks in part to the Dating Simulator perk, as I squeeze the goblin's ass and I feel an echo, the loosest vestige of her own skill with alchemy mark my soul. Some of her knowledge and skill with alchemy seeps into me, absorbed by me as easily as my emissions will be absorbed by her in a matter of minutes. At the same time I can feel her mind hard at work, her thoughts divided into two streams of consciousness.
My Ultimate Chad essence isn't just a selfish thing that gives me gains at the expense of wasting the time of my lovers. Those touched by the essence through me find their minds and bodies training as readily as I find mine when we make love. Tamani's knowledge of alchemical recipes and secretive mystical and scientific processes grows as we inflict pleasure on each other. With her this close to me, in fact surrounding me and squeezing me, I can easily feel her mind and I sense the most calculating and intelligent parts of her become acutely aware that she's learning and gaining experience with alchemy right now though she's not sure precisely how.
"Don't lose yourself so easily…" I groan, even as I grab her hips and pull her down. Her goblin-lubricant slathers my manhood and allows her to more easily manage my unholy weapon. I feel her pleasure-fluids soak and heat up my manhood even as her walls welcome and caress my most corrupt appendage.
The goblin manages to regain some level of self-control which gives her just enough time to bounce up only to collapse again when I pull her back down on me. She moans animalistically as I begin to ravage her, spurred on by her mewling and the few only somewhat intelligible words she can form, commanding me to fill her with my essence.
An interesting thing that happens amid our fucking is that we quickly begin to almost work together to chase the high of an orgasm. In moments we learn each other's rhythms, with me pushing her up when she bottoms out on my cock, and her using the minimum force needed to come crashing down on me. As we use each other's bodies I capture her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue coming into her mouth like a glorious invader who has already seized victory. She submits to it, and I coil myself around her tongue like a snake intent on mating.
I glance down and see the part of us that is linked. Her tight pussy clenches and clamps down on me as we work to enable her to bounce on me and I can feel myself growing more sexually skilled as the lust that has been building in me all day is steadily being sated.
Tamani's first orgasm happens just five minutes after we begin to fuck. She closes her eyes and doesn't warn me in advance but I'm used to sex and I catch the warning signs before she presses her full weight against me and begins to moan, her walls squeezing shut around me. The heavenly friction and sinful heat of her walls crashing against my manhood is a delightful sensation, the sort that could cause a lesser lover to whiteout in pleasure. I use magic on myself, eromancy specifically, to allow my manhood to vibrate, a sensation which inflicts even more pleasure on Tamani. She begins to moan my name, even as I feel an orgasm beginning to build within me.
"Lalo! Come to me, stud. Come IN me." She hisses, and I can feel her dominant urges coming to the fore. There's something both sexy and amusing about the thought of this tiny goblin dominating me, but she shakes her hips and the thought of her being dominant stops being quite so fun and becomes more sexy for it. When she rockets forward and captures my lips I groan in both approval and lust, causing her to smirk even as she kisses me.
I moan as a part of me comes undone. Pleasure welling up deep inside of me manifests as I feel a rush of corrupt heat drive up my rod and, while experiencing Tamani's kisses I make inarticulate sounds of my own as I begin to fill the goblin with my essence. My demonic nature, coupled with my own essence-backed traits, show themselves as Tamani's eyes widen and I feel my corrupted essence paint her tight tunnel white.
Time slows as my vision blurs due to the pleasure I'm experiencing in the wake of my release. A message appears in my mind's eye, one that appears every time I orgasm inside of someone, at least after I attained the Ultimate Chad essence and came to this jump. I've ignored the message every time it appears before now since my only lover before now in this jump has been Zetaz. This time I pay it some mind.
[Would you like to alter your fertility? Your current fertility is 0% and thus impregnating someone is impossible. If you alter it, you will impregnate your current mate.]
This screen is the result of perks and essences mixing together. My Ultimate Chad essence grants me perfected, essence-backed control over my fertility. With it I can impregnate anyone, even those I shouldn't be able to, but only if I want to do so.
I've never wanted this before now, so it's been easy to ignore. But now I do want it. I mentally alter my rate of fertility, causing my seed to be filled with life. Tamani begins to sense this, even in the heightened sort of slow motion everything around me is affected by and to my surprise the world doesn't return to normal immediately. I watch a new alert fill my mind's eye.
[Scanning you regarding your intentions when it comes to the pregnancy heightening effects of the Hentai Orc Essence and the Broodmother perks… Would you like to further alter your seed by imbuing it with the effects of Addictive Cum/Milk? Until now these perks have been inert, but now you may wish to activate them. You can make your cum addictive, as well as make it a fluid that strengthens those who absorb it and imbue it with even greater aphrodisiac qualities and the traits of a narcotic drug. If you fully stack your seed it will make those who absorb it stronger, and it will fill them with a sense of euphoric happiness.]
The text box is interesting. I decide to leave the traits of my seed untouched for now, as it's already a nutritious, non-addictive substance, which is all it really needs to be. Time returns to normal and I smile as I watch Tamani's composure and her normal arrogance melt away.
"That… Oh that's the stuff." She groans, still on top of me. I flash her a lustful look.
"Do you think we're done?" I ask, and she looks at me delightedly. I move to mount her, getting on top and using magic to prevent us from feeling pain as we move off the chair we've been seated in this whole time.
This marks the beginning of a new period of brief jumper time. My dolls and puppets successfully reach disparate parts of the world and through them I learn of the locations of places like the desert, the oasis demons, and one group manages to find the Bizarre Bazaar! I make a mental note to go to it soon and place a sarcophagus there so I can easily warp back and forth. We also find the village of Owca, which is the lair of someone I plan to go and meet in the months to come: Vapula, the head of a horde of demons. Her gang is an awful group, and exactly the sort of malevolent assholes I could find uses for.
In days Tamani begins to look pregnant, her stomach swelling and growing even as we have sex. I literally watch her grow rounder and rounder while I fuck her. I can sense the shocking speed of her pregnancy, influenced by her goblin nature, as well as my essences, and my perks. On the seventh day of her pregnancy I watch her give birth, attended to by my receptionist with me present just in case we need a healing spell. This gives me a chance to see the goblin have an orgasm so disturbing that even I reel back a little from the look of bliss on her face. As Tamani pushes her children out she experiences the sort of ecstasy that shatters minds.
She moans my name as she pushes out the first of three children. It's not a hard pregnancy, which is probably due to my nature as an orc even though I can't access that particular alt-form at the moment, but to hear her moaning and to see her gushing, in a number of meanings this way, reminds me of my human, Earth-sourced sensitivities.
Goblin physiology has been wildly corrupted by demons. Part of the reason they seek out sex is so they can get pregnant and it's not out of an altruistic desire to continue their race or their bloodline. Goblins experience intense orgasms when they give birth, which is what drives them to pursue pregnancies. Tamani's face is warped by the bliss coursing through her, contorting in ways impossible for humans.
A more pragmatic part of my mind notes the utility of goblin physiology but it's still weird. Essence alchemist gives me the ability to use the abilities of others as part of an essence so I could pretty easily borrow a goblin's ability to experience pleasure while giving birth and their other sillier bits which wouldn't be terrible to have in my back pocket. Nonetheless Tamani enjoys giving birth and I watch as the goblins she has given birth to physically grow larger even as they crawl towards their mother's breasts. In seconds they grow, skipping being toddlers altogether and becoming children who can speak even as they greedily grasp at Tamani's mammaries. By the time they are suckling on her they are already physically and mentally full children.
Goblins in Mareth are… something else.