Flash Back 5 years ago

Lucien stepped upon the upon the road leading to the capital city of Umbra. A place where dark gods and powerful monsters called home. The air was thick was dark mana it would kill the so-called heroes of the Halo Mountains. Thinking of that placed made his blood boil with excitement. It was to be his fief, his territory, his domain. It was there he would acquire worshipers and feed upon their belief. He was confident his position as a low tier god was temporary now.

Necromancy, hemomancy, and umbramancy were skills that could be freely purchased in the local Bazar. With the skills ingredients for rituals and battle tactics for your chosen field could be bought in turn. There was no dark knowledge here that couldn’t be purchased for the right price.

Massive flying craft miracles of enchantment flew over head going to and from the capital merchant vessels mostly. Here to sell slaves taken from conquered lands. Soon those lands would be reconquered a thousand times. The lands between the light and dark capitals were always in flux.

He had come here to the capital of the dark to seek out his mother. She had sent him a letter asking him to make a visit. It had been decades since he had last seen her. So, he made the journey on foot viewing the country side and doing what he could to enjoy the journey.

Standing at the city gates, he waited his turn as the guards checked citizens for contraband. Certain holy artefacts were considered blasphemous here. Those with an amulet from the city of light run the danger of being executed on the spot. Though there are some exceptions. Paladins who worshipped a god from the holy city could be granted entry despite the god they served, if the situation demanded it. Rarely had that happened but it was a change of pace.

When it was his turn to enter the inspection line he held up a badge of the royal house. Without another word they let him in through the gate and he was on his way to greet his mother. His mother had a reputation.

Of the nine unholy gods who resided over this city his mother was the most chaotic. A simple mood swing could mean the deaths of thousands. She was dangerous, unpredictable, and she scared his elder siblings to death. A small smile crept upon his face at the memory of Samos’s face when Lucien asked if she wanted to join him to see their dear mother. He was not ashamed to admit their fear brought him pleasure. Few of his siblings were as close to their mother as himself.

Lucien climbed their mother’s tower carefully, within it was steeped in the darkest magic. Mad ravings covered every inch of the walls enchantments everyone. An attacker would face unending demons from the dark, if they stepped foot here. They would find doors that led nowhere, hallways that extended for thousands of kilometers, and points where the body ceases to be all together. Glitches his mother called them. Terrifying was what Lucien called them.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his mother, she was the one who brought him into this world, and this tower protected him from the worst his siblings had to offer. As he approached the double doors leading to his mother’s study he felt the tower quake. That couldn’t be good. He kicked the door open sword drawn ready to attack.

His mother was sitting and tapping the floor shaking the tower. “Lucien you’re here thank goodness. I would like to introduce you to your brother Markus.” She cradled a baby doll in her hands. It was given to her by father, a way to hold her fleeting sanity in check for a few more decades until his brother could return.

“Mother he’s beautiful. He looks just like you and father. He has your black hair.” Lucien said without missing a beat.

“Doesn’t he though. I think he will be a looker. I’ll have to beat the little tramps off him with a stick. A very sturdy stick.” She said and chuckled to herself. Then she turned to him.

“Your father said its time for you to get a domain. I have one it wasn’t easy and its crap but maybe you can turn Atheists into Agnostics.” She said with a light chuckle. Lucien frowned.

“Dear mother, please why don’t you put Markus down and let me cut and style your hair. Its been a long time since we had a day together.” Her head rocked to the side.

“Yes, my hair a mother shouldn’t have such long hair. Please Lucien fix it for me.” He took a special set of scissors and got to work cutting raven black hair that covered the floor. His mother hadn’t left this tower since father sent his little brother away. Markus from what he could recall was what the mortals that adopted him called the boy.

Once cut he styled his mother’s hair up in a bun. In his opinion it made her look smart. Not that his mother wasn’t intelligent. But she looked like a spirit of some kind with her hair long and covering the floor.

“Its time you brought him home. You’re the only son I can trust. Bring your brother home.” She said and then he heard a baby crying. She rushed to the baby doll and started cradling it.

“Mother when we come back we will save you from this place, I promise.” The tower shook, and his mother yelled.

“Get out of here Lucien and save your brother. Then get far away from here. I can’t be saved.” She said before his mother’s eyes glazed over and she was over taken by the madness of this place again.

Present

Markus walked back and forth waiting for the princess to get to the library. They were partnered to the same project. They had a use a series of runes to make an enchantment that controls heat. Markus wanted to gather heat in the room and she wanted to go the annoying rout and gather mana, then transform that collected mana into fire, and then gather the heat from the fire letting it out at a steady rate. Markus didn’t care at this point it was late at night and he had a gentlelady tied up and ready to have her blood spilled in his ritual circle. The fact that some people thought that rank allowed them to waste his time, rankled his nerves.

The door burst open an hour later her raven black hair was disheveled, and it looked like she had been asleep. “Sorry I’m late, I thought I was going to get an hour nap and it turned into 3hours.” Raven said. “Well Markus you look like you could use some rest. Should we call it a day and meet again tomorrow. It would fit my schedule better.”

“Tomorrow is no better than tonight, lets get this over with.” Markus said. She sighed and pulled herself a seat.

“Fine, alright the first step is to gather mana.” She raised her hand to halt his objection. “I know you just want to get on with the final step and collect heat from a room. But I like to go above and beyond the norm. I already have the mana collection figured out.” She drew three symbols and they immediately started to move about. He could feel a slight amount of energy flow into them.

Markus drew the four symbols. Each one would stop another if there wasn’t enough heat. If there was too much it was stopped by the third symbol. His enchantment basically said, if there is heat gather it, once collected concentrate it here, if too much let out this much, or stop enchantment. Yes, it was basic and stupidly simple, but it worked. Already the area around the paper heated up but the paper itself didn’t burn. Certainly, parts of the library were colder, but he was moving the heat around.

“What if you’re in a blizzard that won’t work?” Raven said.

“We are not preparing for a Blizzard. We are harnessing heat. How we do it doesn’t matter so long as we prove we can use it. Situational issues can wait until we have assigned them for the situation.” Markus said as calmly as possible. He sent a mental message through his link to Lilium to taunt the bitch then kill her on the summoning circle. Markus was certain it would devolve into something sexual.

“That isn’t good enough it has to be functional in the real world. Just obey your princess and do the job Markus.” He was not in the mood to give in and wouldn’t budge on the issue.

“Lets just make both of them and use which ever one based on what Professor Dracul deems a successful project.” Markus said. She glared at him even more. He knew the class project was to harness heat. As anal as Professor Dracul was, it was likely he would throw out her side of the project.

“Fine! Since you have that under control we will work on my project.” Just as she said that the paper crumbled. “I seem to have forgotten to put a stop function when it gathers too much mana.” Markus took a sip of something that tasted of blood. It was one of the meals Trixie cooked him in a thermos.

It took them four hours to come up with a stop function that could coincide with fire creation. Another two hours to put the enchantments together without them failing, and then they had to add functions that fed off the second array. The whole project took until class the next day and they skipped some classes to work on this one.

As it turned out, he canceled the project the next day, though he was still somewhat impressed by both enchantments. Raven glared at him for the rest of the week. Every time their eyes met her face heated in embarrassment. It seemed her pride was damaged.

Trixie

Markus took her on a date and she bet Lilium was green with envy. They went to this fancy place that had so many delectable creatures. The customers could point at one and request the whole monster. It was a dream come true. She pointed at a troll and saw the look of shock in the ugly creature’s eyes. She loved that look impending doom was exciting. It made her mouth water and her loins hot.

Markus let out a grunt on snapped the troll’s neck like popping a chicken wing. One of her favorite parts of a meal was the initial skull crack. The crunch was something that set the meal.

She felt her teeth sink through and found the right point on a troll to crack. The other customers looked over fearful as she made to suck the troll’s brains out. Markus cut off an arm and stripped it of meat.

He tossed it on the grill and let it sizzle. She ate slowly to prologue her meal. Markus leaned down behind her and rubbed her stomach. It was the single most annoying and sweetest gesture she had ever felt. Annoying because it made her want to eat faster. It was sweet because it felt nice.

His powerful hands squished into her body and kneaded it like dough. Never has a meal been so comfortable. “I’m glad we went out.” She said to him in a lazy voice.

“I am too.” His mental voice was always on high. Like he couldn’t whisper if he tried. That’s one of the reason’s why the king couldn’t intercept the messages between them. His voice was like a blaring trumpet and if you weren’t ready it was gone before you understood what was said.

“I tried looking for Fey, she hasn’t been respawned yet.” He said to open conversation. She knew that’s all it was, and she already agreed to let Fey join Markus’s little Harem. It was fun dominating them with her tentacles. Lilium especially could be cute when properly tentacle raped. A big tittied Valkyrie sounded like fun.

“Well sometimes dungeon born take longer to respawn when dungeons reset. I’m sure she’ll appear when you least expect it. You just need to keep looking.” Trixie said. She made sure to look as devoted as she could. He couldn’t know that she enjoyed the bitches as much as he did. There is a reason she waited until he was gone or asleep.

The arm meat caught fire and Markus turned it over. He licked the grease from his fingers much to the disgust of watching guests. Trixie smiled at the nobles who ate with a knife and a thousand forks. They quickly paid a large amount of attention to their meals.

“I’m surprised you agreed to allowing Fey to join. Aren’t you normally territorial?” Trixie smiled, and she saw the moment when his heart melted and felt happy.

“Its not that I’m no longer territorial. Bring in an unworthy slut and their brain will be out of their heads the second you turn your back.” She glared at him for a long time. He smiled and tossed a chunk of troll in his mouth. Her glare softened at his antics. Not like it was getting to him anyway.

“As it just so happens anyone unworthy wouldn’t survive mating with me.” Markus said with brazen confidence. It made her feel so hot when he said things like that. It wasn’t fair her hormones were acting up. She was almost to adulthood and he was getting satisfied by Lilium and her daily. He could relax instead of being controlled by chemicals in his brain.

“Good, I would hate to eat one of them.” Trixie said in a way that meant the opposite.

They made it home and she leapt in his lap in his favorite chair. He had just put on a pair of reading glasses and took them off in exasperation. She was happy to help.

She wrapped her tentacles around him in a hug that she was sure he would never forget. Their eyes met, and she gave him the look. Trixie was feeling hot and ready Markus couldn’t deny her and by the look in his eyes he knew it.

She forced the tiny tentacles around her love tunnel apart and grasped with them for her prize. She never broke eye contact as she ripped open his pants and pulled his pink head up to her cleft. She made to put it in and froze. “Do you want it?” Trixie said. She smiled when his eyes formed a glare. “Oh, you don’t want it.” She said.

She made to get up and his hands smacked her ass. It hurt in a pleasant way. “I want it now.” Markus said in a heavy voice. She eased it down and he rocked his hips forward only for her to pull back. She raised a hand and wagged her finger at him.

“You were bad slapping my rear like that. Bad boys have to wait.” She saw him fight the desire to use his superior strength to take her, if he did that she won. Slowly, she backed up and lowered her hips letting her tentacles grasp at his member pulling on it but never taking it all the way. Trixie smiled feeling him spasm and could clearly see the frustration in his eyes.

She edged closer and kissed him. His lips met her lipless face. Just as he probed her opening she opened her mouth and forced her tongue in his mouth. Troll meat and brain made an interesting combination in his mouth she was certain he was enjoying it. The flavors were bursting in her mouth.

“Do the trick.” She told him and waited for it. She glared at him when nothing happened. “Please,” that was the magic word. Tentacles rose from his tongue and wrapped around hers. She like the way they cocooned her tongue and danced in her mouth. Small shocks played across her taste buds making her mouth pop. It was fun and odd at the same time.

The whole time she dripped up and down his length coating him in enough slime to slip through the eye of a needle. Her mucus membranes were working overtime to drip as much on him as possible. It was funny how his skin has acclimated to her mucus. He was shiny often.

There was as look in his eyes of rising lust. She took a breath and let it out realizing her fun was coming to an end. You don’t tease a beast, without consequences. He rose from the chair gripping her hips and aligning himself in a single motion. She tried to alter the angle, but he was too fast. He pushed her against a wall and pushed himself inside of her.

She opened her mouth to scream. It was too sudden, and she had been building so slowly. The change was too much, and he could easily sense it. Markus looked down was eyes fixated on one thing. He held her up with one arm pushing his fingers through the concrete wall on accident. He was stunned she realized. He was on the edge already from her teasing.

Trixie used her tentacles and pulled herself down impaling herself further. It shocked his system and she felt his engorge. He grabbed her roughly and slammed into her in a series of small powerful motions trying to keep himself as deep as possible.

Instead of dropping her after his member started shrinking, he took her to the shower. The water turned on and they took a long shower.

Gig

“Gig, you have to look presentable, we are trying to impress the fillies of my tribe. You want a stable of Mares don’t you.” Gig nodded his head letting her shape his member like clay until it looked like a stallion’s prick. “There this should impress them; your balls just need a little adjusting. Can you make them a little bigger?” Gig grumbled and used life manipulation to make his testicles a little plumper. They kept growing until they were each the size of a fist before Dyneroth gave him the ok to stop.

He felt too big. They were uncomfortable and would sag given enough time. “Can’t we just go and let me mount them like I, did you?” She shook her head.

“You have to prove that you have an asset that is desirable.” Being a parasite that is a little more difficult that you might think. I wasn’t too keen on the idea of remaining with you until we mated.

“We mated several times a day, you can’t tell me that was me bargaining with you.” She blinked at him in a way that said it all. Fuck!

Society gave them its blessing as they made their way far to the south to the centaur territory. It was one of the few places safe from werewolves and roaming haunts of ghosts this far from the capital.

The second they entered the territory. 300centaur stallions came out of the woods galloping in full armor. They approached, and Gig noticed the occasional mare in the group. Huge boob plates were hard to miss. All of them were armored to keep their soft human bits covered. They grunted and one of the larger stallions approached him and sniffed him.

Gig was an admirer of a stallion’s shape, but he wasn’t into dicks. The way this Stallion was sniffing him was borderline disturbing. Worst of all the top half of the stallion was female. Gig had no idea how her hormones worked or was she a he with boobs. Gig was confused.

A sharp elbow from Dyneroth knocked him from his thoughts. “She wants to know if you would like to feast with them tonight.” The raven-haired centaur looked at him and let loose her massive dong. After turning around Gig realized she had a vagina as well. How that worked, well Society was screaming in his ear about interesting traits.

Gig nodded his head and they galloped deeper through the woods. Until they came to a large camp. Various stables and sheds made up the living spaces of most centaurs. They were built in haste clearly meant to be abandoned at a moments notice. The male centaurs looked at him and chuckled to each other and spoke in deep whiney filled voices.

“They are saying that you are welcome to suck them off anytime two leg. Not an invitation an insult. Though one unworthy of a challenge. I’ll let you know when you are issued a true declaration of war.

Dyneroth chatted up some centaur mares and Gig decided it was time to go investigate that odd one he saw. He was barely noticed. Centaurs kept several human slaves in their camps. They worked to fetch them water, crafted their clothing, or oiled their armor. A few were used by stallions as sex toys.

He made his way to the silver armor the centauress wore. She was busy washing her hair and combing it. Gig had snuck up on Dyneroth enough times to know not to spook a centaur. Their kicks were no joke. “Hello there,” Gig yelled out getting her attention. She looked at him with her ears back a clear sign that he had annoyed her.

“I wanted to speak with you. I guess I guess I already am.” She snorted and tossed her comb at him. He caught it easily enough and she motioned him over. He held her wet hair pulled up a section and slowly brushed it to keep it from knotting.

She let out a sigh. “I understand common. Most of my kind do we just don’t speak it when we are home.” He paused and continued brushing her hair. “Most are turned off by my extra appendage. I can feel you have life magic like I do. That’s how I gained this sheath. I was curious, and I have no plans on removing it for teats.

“I like it, but I’m here for a diplomatic mission. I represent the people of the hills. To guarantee peace I need to take one of your tribe’s mare’s as a mate. Who I represent believes they can allow your tribe to remain here in peace if I take one of you.” Gig said.

“Well there is one way I’ll take you as a mate.” Gig raised an eyebrow to show he was listening. “Suck my cock and I’ll be yours.” That put a break on his train quickly.

“Come again,” Gig said.

“I still need to the first time, and you heard me. If its peace you want suck my cock and fuck my cunt raw. Isn’t that how you humans like to talk when you’re in heat.” She said and blinked at him innocently.

“Lay on your back if we are going to do this then I’m going to have fun too.” Gig said. To be frank he was an asexual brain monster inhabiting a shell. But at the same time as he saw the crust peel off her he was beginning to have second thoughts.

She trotted in her stable and laid down on a blanket. She propped her human half on a set of pillows looking relaxed as a huge set of pink balls slunk over her thick pussy just above her donut. Her coat was painted and unlike Dyneroth, her cunt and ass were pink.

Gig walked up and picked a set of surprisingly soft balls up and positioned himself at her entrance. Her pearl appeared winked at him and hid behind thick folds. He held his hardening member in his hand waiting for it to finish filling with blood. It was growing out of control and the longer he waited the more time this was going to take.

Dyneroth had shaped his penis to make it look like a horse’s. He pushed the flat tip against her meaty lips and pushed in feeling unimaginable pleasure as she squeezed him hard. “Don’t forget about me.” She said.

Gig sighed and grabbed ahold of her member. Big didn’t describe it. The monster in his hands had a flat tip and a pee hole he could slip his pinky in. Just holding it he could feel a liter of blood and her heart beat making it flare more.

“Well it seems silly to ask now but what’s your name?” Gig asked.

“Mary, your Gig now suck my dick.” Mary yelled and thrust it against Gig’s chin dripping lube all over his face. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and smooshed the tip in.

What could he say about the spongey prick of a centaur with both genitals. It was salty and less terrible than he thought. He started thrusting his hips and she grunted as he felt himself stretch her satin walls. It was so odd. The feeling of sucking her off and fucking her at the same time.

He rocked his hips into her and she gave him a look sticking her tongue out and he felt spurts of pre-shoot in his mouth. Her tips were pulsing in his mouth and he knew what it meant. Society better thank him for this.

“Get ready I’ve been pent up forever.” Her satin cunt turned into a vice as it crushed his member and bitter musky spunk shot in his mouth in torrents. Why god, why did I have to get curious about the painted centaur with a dick?

A massive presence that wasn’t Society brought its attention to him and he felt like an ant. “I’d say because you wanted it. Have fun sucking dicks. Couldn’t ask for a better man for the job.” Markus said and lost interest.

He pulled his member out of her and stepped back. She rolled back to her feet and got up. She trotted over to him with happy grin on her face. She pulled him close and open mouth kissed him. She wiggled her tongue about moving tasting herself. “I taste delicious.” She gripped his member and dove down on it. He felt his dick go between her teeth and down her throat without stopping. She just kept going and the she grabbed his balls as he started feeling the pressure in his member. Suddenly, he exploded directly in her stomach. “We both do. I can’t wait to fuck Dyneroth while you fuck me. Maybe I can put my member somewhere else in you.” Gig shivered in fear and backed away from the sex crazed centaur. This is what his obsession has brought him.