
Thanks to Griscent’s observation of a certain promiscuous outlier, the girls opened their hearts without shame. Violet shared her submissive and breedable tastes, validating Slade’s desires.
Slade sat on the back of a kneeling gnoll while witches stood behind him, ready to serve. He would not allow the girls to sleep before he fulfilled their sexual fantasies.
The stage for their degen night play was set.
To summarize its script, Violet would conquer Slade’s wild spirit through her femininity to bloom his nurturing and paternal side. While Slade would conquer her heart and pickiness through his masculinity.
However, they weren’t the only actors of this night.
Lorely looked at him with round eyes, gulping in expectation.
Surprisingly, he riveted the harpy hag, too.
Contrary to his misconceptions, the lack of muscles in his body didn’t stop the girls from feeling aroused.
Lorely’s face flushed harder than Violet’s. Her waist subtly shook her tail’s feathers, beckoning Slade with a bird mating dance.
His harpy’s instinct gave him the impulse to mate with the rook on the spot. But he would always dedicate his heart to Violet foremost.
Slade stood up from his seat. He mustered his mana at his fingertips as he remembered when trying to save Griscent from Milia and Shaki.
Woosh!
He raised his eyebrows. This time, Verdant Mercy appeared in his hand without delay. Was it thanks to the girl’s therapy? He broke into mad laughter internally. I mastered the power of hentai, kuhahaha!
"Hey. What are you-"
"This spell! Wait-"
Lorely stepped in front of Violet. She grabbed the wooden spear, displeased by the weapon near her mistress.
The spear broke into many vines. They wrapped around her wrists, bringing them behind her back. The overgrowing roots tied her ankles and firmly grabbed her sensitive thighs. The flower petals released a soothing aroma.
Bound in an erotic pose, Lorely struggled in vain. Speed was her sole weapon, yet it was robbed too easily.
"W-what the hell is that?!"
Violet tried to remove her friend’s bindings. "Oh no, my poor Lorely!"
Slade took Griscent’s tentacle and kissed it like a maiden’s hand.
"Girls, would you restrain the ladies for me?"
Unable to refuse, the Evil Eye lifted Violet and Lorely with her tentacles.
The gnolls pinned the pawns on the ground. "Ha! It’s payback for the interruption earlier."
"Kuh! Let me go!" She repressed her ecstatic smile. She could act as defiant and challenging as she pleased, Slade would still ravish her.
The harpy-slime grabbed Violet’s lower back and pressed his breasts against hers. He stuck his face close enough to feel Violet’s breath.
"What’s wrong? Isn’t it better than bickering with your servant? I’m putting her into submission in your place."
"No! I’m the only one allowed to bully her!"
"Ugh…" Lorely gazed at Violet with a look of disappointment.
"You don’t get to decide. But don’t worry, I’ll teach your body who’s the real boss."
The warlock wriggled in revolt.
"You think you can disrespect your sovereign- Hmm!?" Her lips were sealed by Slade before she could insult him.
He snatched a kiss. His wings firmly held Violet’s head fixed.
She couldn’t avert her face away, forced to receive his invading tongue with her own. Closing her eyes in reflex, she savored his tender lips.
He released his grip on her face, but she forgot to move away. Feeling victorious, his wings traveled down her back as he voraciously kissed her.
Their lips parted before she was satisfied. A trickle of saliva dangled between Violet’s tongue and Slade’s mouth.
"Hnn…" Violet groaned. More please…
His breath tickled her ear as he whispered. "Yes, I can disrespect you. I’ll prove it by impregnating your dearest friend and your pawns right in front of your helpless eyes. Then, I’ll sully every corner of your flesh and fill your womb with eggs."
Yes, please! She couldn’t ask for better.
A slime penis grew from his crotch. It throbbed with bulging veins and bumps.
She growled between her ragged breaths. "I won’t lose to some filthy slime dick!"
"Yeah, sure." Slade grinned, turning towards Lorely. "Before we start, the safe word also applies to you."
The harpy hag dangled from Griscent’s tentacles. "No, I only belong to Mistress! You can’t make me-Augh~"
"Oh, that’s a nice sound. Griscent, tease her too." Slade kissed her neck as she twisted her body to stop him.
The Evil Eye’s tentacles rubbed her breasts and thighs. "How ironic. Violet created the Toilet Slime as a memento for Lorely."
"Hey!"
"See? She made me to mate with you." He smiled, spreading her legs and feathers.
Lorely’s back shot back from the slimy stimulation of tentacles on her body, exposing her wet pussy. "N-no way! Mistress, why? I don’t need that disgusting thing!"
"Hey! I just wanted to fix your problem of shitting everywhere! Don’t you remember our promise when we were kids?"
"Y-you remembered?"
They exchanged bashful glances, reminiscing about the good old time when Violet was still a teenager.
"She has only ten years to live. Even if you want something else, you won’t get another one."
"How could you spill the beans? Damn traitor!" Violet roared in anger from having her real age implicitly revealed.
"Wait, what? Only ten years?!" Slade stammered. The realization sank in. He puffed his cheeks. His body shook, threatening to burst into tears as he repressed his sobs.
Lorely did say that Violet’s mana vortex was a ticking bomb, but having such a solid deadline suddenly made her death feel real.
Violet… All her life, deprived of recognition… Slade had to give her the last best ten years of her life.
For this night, his goal was already to please Violet. But now, he wanted to embrace her right away and fill her womb with children. With no second to spare, he would spend every waking second to ravish her.
But she looked tenderly at Lorely.
Jealous, he had to make her forget about the harpy hag first. He will force Lorely to only look at him, so that she won’t return Violet’s warm gaze. "Enough! I will impregnate both of you!"
His dick touched Lorely’s wet labia.
"S-stop! Harpies don’t have dicks. We must not to put anything in- Aaaah!"
Lorely’s short sheath left little room for Slade’s dick. Using symbiosis, he forced his way to her womb.
She shuddered. Her insides stretched, opening the way to her womb. The shame of being defiled in front of her loved one aroused her further. "D-don’t look, mistress!"
"Haaaaa!♥" She squealed uncharacteristically, zapped by a jolt of pleasure.
She was at Slade’s mercy, bound by his vines and overpowered by his Evil Eye.
Her neck loosened as her strength left her body. Her drenched thighs throbbed in excitement. "T-this can’t be…"
In front of her, the seductive harpy-slime ravaged her pussy. Slade pumped his dick in and out.
Following his instincts as a bird of prey, he nibbled her fleshy breasts, softly dragging them as if tearing meat apart. He asserted his position of predator, while Lorely was helplessly being impregnated.
Her expression melted as juice and sweat spurted from her crotch.
Celoso, primero tenía que hacer que ella se olvidara de la arpía. Obligará a Lorely a solo mirarlo a él, para que no le devuelva la cálida mirada de Violet. "¡Suficiente! ¡Los embarazaré a los dos!"
La mejor frase se la vida
Plot twist: Violet whips out a huge d*ck and impregnates Slade instead
Oddly I felt a strong wave of sorrow when Slade learned she had only 10 years to live. Not sure why, but it actually brought a tear to my eyes.
Yes I got emotionally invested enough in a smut story to cry over a character's misfortune without meaning too. Not sure if that say more about the story or me.
It makes me happy to have readers empathizing with Violet! I'll do my best to write her a joyful life that will compensate for the pang of sadness
Even if it's a hentai smut with completely unrealistic sex, there's nothing wrong with investing in the story.
You can be invested in a shounen manga even if the battle scenes are completely unrealistic. I remember Naruto's first battles (Mizuki, Zabuza) were pretty dope and I cried a little for the characters ^^
@owotrucked Well it was more that I was shocked by the sudden blast of emotion being so powerful, than being surprised I got invested in "only smut" (true art has no boundaries besides making you feel something or think). It wasn't just a tear to my eye, or maybe just getting watery, I was literally hit by enough sadness to start crying before I even realized what was happening.
Also I think I felt sadder for Slade losing his love in ten short years, than Violet dying of what was effectively old age. The poor guy had just found true love, but would barely have a chance to enjoy it.
@owotrucked Can't he find some way to extend her lifespan?
This is a fantasy world after all
@Alphafi He will try, but I don't want to spoil the result.
Besides, it's so far ahead that my plans will probably shift around as I advance depending on what looks the most interesting ^^"
@owotrucked If all else fails they might be able to transfer her into some artificial body. I mean they already have a master of the mind, and Violet herself definitely has the skills to create a new shell. The real question is if there is a soul, and can it be transferred along with her mind.
@SuperBort yeah I thought about it.
Copying the mind works badly because it leaves behind the original Violet. This idea of everyone turning away from you because there is a replacement is kinda cruel and she won't accept it.
Physically transplanting the brain into another body, transplanting new cloned mana center, injecting stem cells are ideas that can prevent some annoying identity problems for the original Violet.
But even Slade can't do something as precise as connecting all the nerves correctly.
Cloned mana center wont work. Twins dont have the same fingerprint and mana have kinda an unique quality to each individual.
They aren't advanced enough for stem research.
Slade will go on a major quest related to spirits that claim being able to save her. The end of route B will give a clue about it. But there's no guarantee about the result
@owotrucked I was more thinking "transfer" as opposed to making a second Violet.
So you link Violet with her new meat suit. Then you shift all of what she is to be solely in the new shell. Finally you cut the link and her old body is now just a hunk of meat, while she is now in a shiny new hot rod.
A second option would be to replace her part by part. Of course that would rely on being able to make at least a copy of every component of her mana core, and being able to replace it bit by bit without killing her.
@SuperBort
Ah I see. Honestly, if I really wanted I could make it work like that.
I have to think it thoroughly because it means that other sovereigns could have infinite lifespan using the same methods.
I think there will be a more meaningful emotional pay-off with the plan I envisioned.
@owotrucked Well it would require a high skill level in all the relevant skills, so it wouldn't be that easy to pull off. Really it would be better as a backup in case they can't find a way to heal her.
I would also point out that biological immortality is not that hard to pull off with magic. Turning yourself into a lich for example isn't that hard for a skilled mage, and more a moral question (it typically requires a vile ritual, so not everyone wants to be empowered for a forsaken child or something similar). Generally powerful people in a fantasy setting don't really have that much risk of dying of old age if they don't want too. Most of them aren't even human in the first place too.
Generally such a person can live until they get bored with life and want to take the ultimate rest, or someone inserts a magic sword into their chest. Remember just because you can live till the end of time doesn't mean that someone can't come along and kill you.
@SuperBort
You're right, thank you for the ideas ^^ I will think about them while drafting the sequel.