The Power of Creation – Chapter 322

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“Father, what are you doing?” Anna asks.

Your two daughters open your door and come in without asking. If it was any other person, you might have to give them some punishment, but when you look on your naturally curious daughters, you can’t bring yourself to do anything to retaliate. Instead, you give them a fond smile as they enter gesturing them over to you.

“Anna, Elsa… remember when you two girls were acting up, and daddy had to assert his dominance?” You ask, patting both girl’s heads as they each sit on one of your knees.

Both girls nod, blushing slightly.

“My pussy was sore for a week!” Anna complains.

“I could barely sit down!” Elsa adds.

“Ahem… cough… yes… that.” You move on. “Well, a certain Queen decided to take some of daddy’s things, and so daddy needs to make her understand that she can’t do that.”

“Will father be using his penis to send the message?” Elsa asks.

“Daddy will indeed!” You nod, feeling pride that your daughters are turning out so smart.

“So, why isn’t Father punishing her with his penis already?” Anna inquires.

“That’s a good question.” You smile, patting her head and causing her to smile happily. “The problem is, she had some powers and knows how to use them. Your father, as strong as he is, may not be able to control her once he starts, and he wouldn’t be very happy if the bitch stepped out of line and daddy couldn’t do nothing about it, right ladies?”

“Ah… I understand Father.”

“Me too!”

“That’s good. So, if you girls are done, let your Father think a bit more and come up with some ways to become even more awesome than he is right now. After that, after breaking her, I’ll even let you girls play with her, okay?”

The girl’s eyes brighten. “R-really! Father is so cool!”

You laugh, giving them a pat on the head, and then grope on their bottoms, sending them on their ways. As they reach the door, the two girls look at each other as if they came to some kind of agreement at the same time. Then they both turn back to you.

“Actually, father… we might have a way to make you stronger in a short period of time.” Anna says.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Really? How is that?”

“Father… we were born during a time in which a great deal of energy went into thinning the barrier between realities. Our powers weren’t simply a matter of genetics, but a result of resonance with the Demon God that occurred the first time he tried to merge into our existance.”

“Look at my daughters… knowing big words like resonance and genetics.”

“Eh… point being, our power of creation contains a sliver of divinity.” Anna finishes.

“What we’re saying, father, is that if you strip us of the Power of Creation, and absorb it into your power, not only will your mastery of Power of Creation grow, but you will also gain a sliver and his godliness, putting you a step above the Demon Queen.” Elsa explains.

“You girls want to give up your powers?” You suggest in surprise.

The two girls look at each other and then look down. “We know we’ve caused a lot of trouble for our mothers and Father. Although it has been great to have all this power and energy, it’ll also be nice to be regular girls too. A lot of the harem seem to have so much fun when they can’t resist and are at Father’s mercy. We want to be at Father’s mercy too!”

“Hmm… I suppose I can take your powers, my daughters, but I don’t know what it will do…”

“It’s okay, Father, we trust you.” Anna says. “Father can do whatever he wants to us, and we’ll take it all.”

“If it’s Father, everything will be okay, I won’t cry, even if it hurts.”

You sigh, wiping a tear from your eye. “I guess, I’ve raised my little girls properly. Very well, I will absorb your powers.”

“Hehe… Father’s going to eat us out…”

“Me first, me first!”

You put out your hands, ignoring the girls as they start arguing over whose power gets to be consumed first. In reality, you don’t know how this is going to go. This is a magic at a level you’ve rarely composed. It’s the kind that sort of reshapes reality. And most importantly, it affects you! So, how could you be casual in casting it!

After compiling the spell, you begin to absorb their powers. You gasp at how smoothly it comes out of them. The girls make wimpering and moaning sounds as they hold each other, but they don’t have a single ounce of resistance. Perhaps, any other woman might fight back, even if only by instinct, but to their Father, these girls have given themselves over completely.

A light starts to cover the two girls, and you start to grow more and more powerful. You can feel a vitality and energy flowing into you. Your mind starts to grow. It’s no longer simple omnipotence, but you feel like you’re gaining a certain level of omniscience too. You feel a flood of information, as if you are connected to all the people in this world. You realize the collars you have on the girls are no longer necessary, because you can recall the state of every girl in your harem just by thinking about them. Not just in the harem, you can recall the state of everyone in the entire world!

“Papa…” A young voice suddenly breaks you out of revelry.

You look down and your mouth pops open in surprise. Anna and Elsa are now standing there holding each other, but the sexy, busty 16 yo hotties are gone. In their place are two girls about 5 years of age! You didn’t realize the spell was a transformation spell, since you’ve just turned your daughters into jailbait!

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 321

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“Once upon a time, there was a simple world full of beautiful, easy women. This world was run by the God, Pun, and various other gods. It was a wonderful place, full of creampies, forced pregnancy, nonconsensual sex, and sexual slavery. Then the dark times came. An evil god set his eyes on god’s world, and decided that he wanted it for himself. He set up a plan to resurrect himself in that world, and make it his own.

“In order to fulfill his plan, the Demon God knew he must weaken the nature of reality, so that he could finally step into the world he coveted. To achieve this, he gave the world the capacity to summon heros. Since heros came from other worlds, their very presence cause this world to grow weaker and weaker, less stable. In fact, when heros would gather, sometimes the world would grow so thin that things that made no sense started to happen.

“Unfortunately, the Demon God also had a waifu… the Demon Queen… who was a slutty bitch, and not only did she cheat on him, she then took off with half his stuff! Not done ruining her former lover, she chose to come to this world he coveted, and prevent him from taking it. Thus, she created Demons. Demons were the antithesis to his work. Grotesque monstrosities that were anything but attractive, they surged over the world, intending the kill the humans and heroes alike.

“Of course, the Demon King countered her, and by mixing human blood with demon blood, he created the modern demons, which were often as not, just as sexy as humans! In fact, depending on the fetish, they could be sexier! The Demi-humans also came about some time during his experimentation period. He turned her attempts to spite him into a fetish! After having a vision, the Demon Queen realized that she’d never have the power to defeat the Demon God. The only one who may ever possess that power, were the very heroes he summoned!

“Thus, the Demon Queen began a plan to father children. With seven different demons, she gave herself and became pregnant, infusing each baby with a piece of her very soul. This created the Demon lords, seven beings designed to control the demon lands and counter the heroes. However, that was only a front. Their true purpose was to challenge the heroes.

“You see, they exuded sin. Each woman embodied a sin, but it wasn’t their own actions that mattered, it was the actions of those on their mind. When a demon lord focused on someone, that person would be tempted by her sin. If they could resist each sin and conquer the demon lords, they would be crowned the Demon King, and the Queen would hand him the power necessary to defeat the Demon God.

“What does who they focused on mean? For example, if a hero was to attack the demon lord, and cause her great disruption in a prolonged war, she would naturally always have him on her mind. Thus, he would be corrupted with her sin. In fact, that was how most of the heroes met defeat. They were notorious for becoming corrupted with greed or wrath while in the process of attacking the demon realm.

“Then… I came… I have many names, and yet I am none of them. I am the protagonist, and I was given the godly power of creation. Even the Demon God feared this power, so he made sure the human realm knew that if any hero happened to have this power, they should be killed immediately. Yet… I survived, and then I made my mark on the world. I conquered each of the demon lords, and their focus their minds on me completely. But rather than overcoming my sins, I relished in them. The demon lords were supposed to corrupt me, but in the end, it was I who corrupted them.

“Finally obtaining last of them, I had thought I had finished. Happy ending. But the Demon Queen wasn’t pleased by these results. She was angered that her test had been so thoroughly polluted by me. I was supposed to kill each of her daughters, after overcoming their sins. Her pieces of soul would have returned to her with each death, and only then would she appear and give the champion her power.”

“But I didn’t kill any of them. I conquered their hearts, their bodies, their minds… but I left their lives alone. So, she took them back herself. And now she’s fled this world, abandoning it for the Demon God to do whatever they want. The Demon God is supposed to break into this world in twenty-four hours. What am I to do?”

“…”

Hearing silence, you turn to the giant demon guy sitting on the throne. He had a complicated look on his face.

“Well?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know!” He finally shouted, banging his fist.

“I don’t know, Lillian was your lover! You had Grimhilde! That bitch took your daughter! I’m looking for a little support from my father-in-law!”

“You bastard, you raped my daughter and turned her into a cum-loving slut and now you call me father-in-law?” He slammed his fist again, breaking the armrest. “You promised me you’d keep her safe!”

“She’s with her mom!” You shout back. “Besides, I know nothing about the Demon Queen, you can’t give me any intel? In fact, for all I know, since Grimhilde is the youngest, you’re the last dick the queen has enjoyed!”

“Tsk… I was the strongest general in the army. The Demon Queen didn’t really offer me much of a choice. It wasn’t like love was involved or anything.”

“Then, what should I do?” You ask again.

Seeing the genuine look of loss in your eyes, the demon finally relaxes. He did love his daughter, even if he had no feelings for the mother. His daughter loved this man, he knew that as well. He tries to keep that in his thoughts as he thinks of advice.

The demon leans back in his chairs and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I don’t know. You’ve gotten this far on your instincts, right? Why don’t you just do what you always do?”

Your eyes suddenly flash with clarity as you look up. “Do… what I always do-“

“Yeah… I guess…” He stopped when he noticed the heat in your eyes.

“You mean… rape her into submission! It’s so simple! Who cares if she has her own power of creation! Never stopped me from raping my daughters!”

“Wait… what?” The demon sat up.

“Thank you, father-in-law, I’ll make sure to give my mother-in-law the dicking of her lifetime. You said it yourself, it’s likely been 17 years since she’s had a good dick. That’s if she’s every had a decent one…”

“Hey!”

“I’ll be back! Or fuck trying!”

“S-s-s-stop a moment!” The demon called out, but you teleport away before he can stop you. He sits back in his seat, looking a hundred years older. “Did I just encourage a man to rape my ex? Damn… I need a drink.”

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 320

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“You’re their mother?” You scratch your head. “You don’t look a day older than them?”

“Why… thank you?” Lillian smirks, “I do try to take care of myself.”

You frown, not quite sure what to make of this newcomer. On that note, since Tremaine is here, that would mean that you’ve conquered all seven demon lord girls. Is that why she’s showing up now? Also, what is she talking about regarding reality?

“Mother… this is my love, he has conquered all seven of us!”

“I wouldn’t say I’m conquered…” Cruella sniffs.

“Me neither!” Maleficant cries out.

“With prince, i-it’s complicated!” Ursula adds.

You laugh awkwardly, shooting the three naysayers a dark look.

“Haha… I can see where my daughter’s hearts lie. It is clear to me that he has conquered you girls.”

The girls resisting the most put their heads down and blushed, while the bolder demon lords stuck up their chins as if they were proud that their mother acknowledged the man who dominated them.

“Then…” Medusa looks up at her mom expectantly, “That means that he is the demon king?”

Lillian eyes you up and down, looking as if she was considering something. After a moment, she gestures for you to come closer.

“Boy… what is your name?”

You step forward, eyeing her suspiciously. After a moment, you give her your name. She chuckles softly.

“You have so many names…” She shakes her head. “Yet none of them are you.”

“?”

“In the end, boy, you’re but a puppet of the Demon God. He brought you to this world. He gave you these powers. In 48 hours, he will finally break into this world, and then he will discard you entirely.”

“Hmm… I’m an internet commenter. What puny Demon God could be more powerful than me? As soon as they come into this world, I’ll rape them into submission. And if they’re a guy, I’ll turn them into a girl, and still rape them into position.

“Bro, Hey!”

“Don’t start, Flynn.”

“Hehe… you may not be saying such things if you knew the truth.”

“Mother…” Grimhilde raises her head. “It’s exactly this reason that he’s conquered us. He will be the demon king, and with the barrier break magic, he will finally be able to end the menace that is the Demon God.”

“So, I suppose you want me to give you that magic then?” Lillian asks, raising an eyebrow.

You shrug. “Since I went to the trouble of conquering all the demon lord girls, I suppose I might as well take my due. Show me this mysterious magic that’s supposed to make me more incredible than I already am.”

Lillian smiles gently. “It is right to give this magic to the man who conquers the seven sins.”

“Then?”

Her face falls into a frown, “It’s too bad you haven’t conquered a single one!”

The girls around you all gasp. A few of the demon lords even stand up, their mouths open in complete shock. Haven’t conquered them? What have you been doing all this time? You succeeded. You did what you needed to do. All of these women were committed to you.”

“Wh-what does mother mean?” Grimhilde asks.

“Hmph…” Lillian flicks her wrist, and a throne appears from nowhere from which she sits.

“You have the power of creation too?” Anna and Elsa cry out.

“Of a sort, I have a certain degree of power given to me by the Demon God. He’s the reason magic exists, after all.

“Why would he give you magic, even though you want to destroy him?” Aurora spoke up, frowning.

“We can just call it… alimony.” She smirks. “The Demon God’s my ex… after all.”

There were more gasps, but you shook your head irritably and stepped towards her throne. “What do you mean, I haven’t conquered a single one?”

“I mean, you failed.” The Demon Queen shrugged. “When I had a falling out with the Demon God, I aimed to make their life as miserable as they made mine. Of course, I knew about this pet project of theirs. They wanted to use Pun to create this world so that they might be able to rule it on high. Thus, to prevent them from doing so, I came to this world and made seven children. There were seven tests, left for the hero the Demon God would inevitably bring to this world.

“They were my seven sins… and if you could conquer them, only then would you be qualified to battle my ex and take this world as your own.”

“I don’t even want this world.” You shrug. “I just wanted to have fun in it for a while.”

“That might be so…” The Demon Queen shook her head. “But you don’t exactly have a choice!”

“Either way, I conquered your daughters.” You step forward. “They love me, and they had submitted to me.”

“Unfortunately, you may have conquered their bodies, but you were supposed to conquer their sins!”

“Huh?”

“Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride… these were the tests I laid out for you.”

“Yes, and I tamed each of them!” You respond proudly.

“It wasn’t their sins you had to tame, it was your own!”

“Wha-“

“Upon meeting my daughter Grimhilde, you immediately stole her from her father and nation, unabashedly turning her into a cum-loving slut, do you deny it?”

“M-mother…” Grimhilde looks over in tears.

“What did you do after?” Lillian demands. “You went from a harem of 5 to a harem of 14! In a single day, you added 4 maids, 2 traps, a lesbian, a ghost, and even my own protégé. Your greed knew no bounds, and besides having more harem members than you can even remember, you also have a literal army of women who you fornicate with. You completely lost to greed.”

“Ah… that’s not really…”

“Maleficent, my envious daughter… after enjoying her, what did you do? You grew jealous and demanded all of your harem wore collars where you could track them 24/7! You stole Florian’s entire harem of girls, even though you weren’t even that interested in the first place! You succumbed to envy.”

“B-but…” A sinking feeling starts to grow inside you.

“Ursula and Medusa came to you together. What did you do?

“…” You sigh. “I created a cumnami-“

“Yes! Your lust and gluttony led to you impregnating an entire world and creating an entire spin-off! Then, you savagely consumed both women and almost impregnated a loli!”

“She’s talking about my baby! You guy’s remembered I had the baby, right?” Moana cries out.

“Then there was Cruella. You blew up an entire city in your rage!”

“What he’d do now?” Cruella asks.

“I see I’m being ignored…” Moana lowers her head.

“Gothel, you would have wasted your life away with her! And let’s not forget Tremaine. Perhaps you may not be a man who is full of pride, but it still led you to sending your armies and killing millions just to satisfy it!”

“…”

“Seven sins… and you’ve succumbed to every one of them. You haven’t succeeded in a thing, boy, you have failed spectacularly. I award you no points, and may Pun have mercy on your soul.”

“W-well, who needs you anyway!” You finally snort. “I’ll defeat the Demon God without your stupid magic!”

“Perhaps…” Lillian finally stood up, walking past you and standing in front of her daughters. “But you will have to do it alone.”

“Wh-what?”

“These are my sins. You know them as the demon lords, my daughters, but the reality is that they are all aspects of me. My sins, I carved them out of my own life force to provide the test. The test is failed, and the Demon God will come and take this world. I can only leave and hope that I can save the next world he targets.”

“Hah? That’s bullshit.” You take a few steps forward.

“Say goodbye, my daughters.”

“M-mom?” The girls look up in confusion.

She waves her hand, and a moment later all seven women disappear. They condense into seven different colored lights, and each one flows into the demon queen’s mouth. She swallows them with a gulp. The remaining harem and you all stare in complete shock.

“Now that I have recovered what is mine.” Lillian sighs. “I’ll be heading to the next world.”

“No!” You curse. “You bitch! You come back…

There is a flash, and the Demon Queen is gone just like that. Your harem is seven women smaller.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 319

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“Finally, returning back to the castle.” You sigh, seeing a Riun that has been growing at an impossible rate.

You’re on the airship heading home, and Riun has finally shown up on the horizon. It no longer looks like a village, but a bustling city. That city couldn’t even be compared to the standard medieval cities of this world. Having adapted much of the technology you brought to this world and combining it with magic, Riun is turning into a glorious capital city. Skyscrappers sre currently being erected, and paved roads have cars driving down them. At this rate, Riun will revolutionize this entire world, even if you didn’t do another thing.

“Baby, your kingdom is quite nice.” Tremaine purs.

“Who asked you to come along!” You shout.

“Come on, bro, you conquered my wife and me, so now you have to take responsibility.”

“His denial play is very stimulating…” Tremaine drools.

“Why didn’t you guys tell me they were like this!” You glare at the six other demon lord sisters.

“Tsk… I figured I’d make you go through the same torment I had to!” Cruella growls. “No matter what I did, I could never break those two up! The ways they used me in their sex games! Of course, I grew wrathful!”

“Really? I found myself always looking up to big sis… they’re always so loving. It’s how I learned to share my lust.” Medusa giggles.

“I grew up hearing them humping and giggling all into the night…” Ursula shivers, grabbing a chicken drum she acquired from who knows where and nibbling on it like an anxious eater.

“She poisoned my food so that I didn’t grow! She’s the reason I never developed properly!” Maleficent stamps her foot.

“Wait… so in the end, the reason you’re all so sexually screwed up is because of Tremaine?” My eyes widen.

“Hey, who says we’re screw up!” Grimhilde pouts.

“Snort… hah! They… used to molest me when I was asleep… prolly why I’m so horny… anyone mind dicking me while I’m asleep?” Gothel mumbles and then falls asleep without receiving an answer.

“On it!” Ariel declares, pulling out her dick, which someone seemed to have magically restored, and beginning to violate the snoring Gothel.

“Look, Bro… all that stuff is in the past.” Flynn says tearfully, “The question is, when are you going to fuck me?”

Your eye twitches at that. The unsettling part isn’t the fact that Flynn is a man asking for sex. That you can handle with a healthy dose of disgust and scorn. No… the problem is that Flynn is apparently a demon who could interchangeably take the form of either sex! What sent you racing out of the demon lord castle wasn’t a man hitting on you, it was a man becoming a sexy woman, and then hitting on you!

Compared to the demon lords, who look like normal hot chicks with tails and maybe some animal parts, Flynn actually looks like a legitimate demon. She is beautiful. Her hair is white. Her body is curvy. She had two large horns on her head and a goat’s tail out the back. She is also completely red. Not her outfit. Everything. Her skin is completely bright red from top to bottom. If you put her next to Snow White, you’d feel like celebrating Christmas! She was also shameless, wearing a revealing outfit that even made Maleficent look modest. No, it was even worse than that, because Maleficent was a loli that didn’t show much, where Flynn was a curvaceous woman, which made it show everything!

“You know, bro, my female side is just like my male side in reverse.” Flynn winks. “So, my smaller dick means I got a really tight pussy!”

“…” You vomited in your mouth a little.

“I don’t even understand what the problem is, Elena was a boy who became a girl…” Grimhilde mutters.

“Allegedly!” You defend, “And besides… she was a trap… it’s different!”

“What about Mushu!”

“She was born a woman, and was disguised as a man… It’s in the details.”

“Ariel has a dick right now and she’s plowing Gothel!”

“What? Everyone loves Ariel’s dick. It’s provided hours of fun!”

The airship lands into the water, and rather than walk back to the castle, you wave your hands and teleport everyone there, hoping this conversation is over. However, when you turn to leave, you see that the girls still have frowns on their faces, and Flynn is looking at you while hold her hands between her thighs like she has to go pee.

“Hah… hah… this denial game is turning me on bro, but please fuck me before I cream myself!” She says, drool coming from her mouth.

Your mouth twists and you put down your foot down. “Look, I know you commenters are all begging for the Futa, but I’m telling you, the fanbase does not support having Futa based chapters. I mean, out of 300 plus chapters, I wrote one netorari scene and I had people telling me to label this novel NTR like it just caught an STD. Flynn’s pussy is off the table.”

“Oh, I can fix that!” Flynn leaps on a table, spreading her legs. “Now, it’s back on, fuck me!”

“I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while…” Aurora asks, frowning slightly. “But you keep referring to things like chapters, books, stories, commenters, and scenes. I always assumed it was because you were from another world. The others sort of talk like that too, but I don’t understand what it means.”

Megara’s eyes seem to flash at that comment, but she remains silent, waiting for you to talk.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Yeah!” Mulan nods. “It’s like… sometimes, what Master says, it makes sense, but then immediately after, it doesn’t anymore.”

“What story is daddy talking about?”

“This one?” You look around at the girls, feeling strange. “The one I’m read…”

Your head goes dizzy and suddenly you find yourself about to collapse. The girls manage to catch you and bring you to a chair. There are various voices of worry and concern.

“So… I see it’s started.” A woman’s voice breaks out from behind you just as your mind snaps back into place.

You look up to see a vaguely familiar wolf girl. You feel like you might have seen her once before. She’s wearing a cowboy hat, boots, and a long coat. Reality… is becoming weaker. Those words seem to resonate in your mind. Before you can say anything though, there is a shout.

“Guild Master!” Kida runs out and ends up hugging the woman and looking back at you. “Rookie, this is the guild master I was telling you about. Her name is Lillian! She often travels, so we don’t see her in Riun very often, but she’s very strong, just like Rookie!”

“Now, now… my young vice guild master, you still won’t just accept the position. I’ve abandoned it for years.” Lillian laughs.

Kida shakes her head. “Not at all! I promised I’d always leave the position open waiting for you, it’d be irresponsible to give it up now!”

“Y-you…” There are seven other people who seemed to be in complete shock.

Maleficent, Grimhilde, Tremaine, Cruella, Ursula, Medusa, and even Gothel all step out from the crowd, all looking wide-eyed at this newcomer.

Lillian gives a smile to all of them. “Hello, girls, it’s been a while.”

The seven demon lords all look at each other uncomfortably, but then one after another kneel. You look on in disbelief as they all lower their head to her. It’s a moment later when the words come out that causes your mouth to fall open.

“Greetings, Mother.” The seven women say in unison.

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Whatsawhizzer Mass Release!!!

Dear Whatsawhizzer Readers,

Now that I have your attention, I just wanted to talk a quick second about a new novel I put up on MSB, otherwise identified as the Timefall Saga.

I wrote this story, following my favorite fantasy epics like Game of Thrones, Wheel of Time, and Mistborn, tying in science fiction concepts into a fantasy genre sort of like star wars (except I don’t read very much scifi). It’s a complex story, with a massive world, numerous morally amoral characters, multiple inter-lapping PoV, and an interlocking plot…

And it seems to not be doing too hot on MSB… accused of being confusing with too many characters and where’s the MC and I don’t understand anything that’s going on… the criticisms have been informative and helpful… maybe…

That’s my one hangup. This isn’t written like a light novel with one MC and one clear, simple message where you can turn your brain off and read it and have any clue what you just read. So, I’m not sure if the criticism comes from people expecting another WoW or NTR Crush, or from me genuinely writing a bad story. Yes, I wrote it 7 years ago and it’s a little rough around the edges, but if I was ashamed of what I wrote, I’d probably have changed it.

I’m hoping for some help figuring out the problem. I’ve said numerous times that WoW is a dumb simplified story I wrote to appeal to you guys, despite some opinions that it has substance. People asked me to write what I like and people asked me to cut out the sex and give them more plot. This is that… and it seems to be disliked or ignored.

So… I mass released 4 chapters of Timefall Saga. This gets you through the “first act” of the story. Chapter 11 starts settling on two predominate people, Marideen and Darian, with other side characters interspersed into it. This isn’t a harem light novel. Every character doesn’t play an intricate meaning to the plot.

Anyway, I’d very much like to hear people’s opinions on it at that point. If you like the story, keep supporting it, and I’ll keep releasing it. I have like 50 chapters written, and eagerly want to write more for you.

If it doesn’t get supported, I’ll probably kill it for good, like Requiem to the stars. Then, the next time someone tells me they want to read something of mine with more world building, less sex, to my personal tastes… I can point to this as the example of why that doesn’t work and apparently readers are only interested in work with more boobies. :/

Sincerely,

A Disheartened Author.

 

Timefall Saga – Chapter 7

Timefall Saga – Chapter 8

Timefall Saga – Chapter 9

Timefall Saga – Chapter 10

 

P.S. I’m not angry, broken, pissed-off, or planning to quit writing anything. I’m just an amateur author looking for some help and advice from people who will honestly give it. I HAVE found your comments so far to be more interesting and informative than anything I ever received from Wattpad and the other “Writing sites” I have used, so don’t get me wrong… If I have to take things back to the drawing board and completely rewrite the beginning of the story, then I guess I will.

Timefall Saga – Book 1 – Chapter 6

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Aiden shuffled his feet uncomfortably, trying to stretch them as much as possible without standing up. They had been on this flight for twelve hours now, and he had already slept as long as he could suffer in this depressing environment.

He glanced out through the window. All he could see were the stars of endless space. He stopped himself from letting out a yawn. His father had told him that boredom was the sign of a weak mind. Nevertheless, he felt bored. His brother sat next to him, reading a report his father had given him before the flight. He had not seen Demetry sleep for a moment during the flight, yet his brother still seemed rested as he flipped to the next page of his thick report.

“Don’t act so bored, Brother; Father is already angry with you after the Pharon dinner incident. There is no reason you need to antagonize him further,” Demetry spoke, his eyes still on his papers.

Aiden chuckled, “The prig was asking for it. He insulted us one too many times and he was a fool. I don’t suffer fools.”

Demetry put on an exasperated look. “It was a sensitive situation. You’re lucky Father was able to smooth things out. Your actions could have lead to a war, a war that would have cost lives.”

“Why should we make peace with people who obviously show us no respect?” Aiden snapped, his voice becoming heated.

Demetry sighed. “It’s diplomacy brother. The Pharon family is powerful, and keeping peace with them has kept our family rule over the Taerren Empire for well over a hundred years.”

“We should have just seized their estates. Then we would have their resources and would not have to deal with their insubordination.”

“They would have seen it coming. They would have fled, taking their resources with them. They would have made peace with one of our enemies, and use their new found loyalty combined with their intricate knowledge of our forces to strike a blow.” Demetry explained, running his hand over his black hair that was intricately woven in an elaborate braid.

“Not if we shut down the jump gates until we had them under control,” Aiden retorted.

Demetry let out a laugh before responding. “And shut down intersolar commerce for days? The costs alone would have been astronomical. In the end, not only would the common businessmen be angry at us for usurping trade and costing them money, but all of the other families would be weary and distrustful, more likely to stab us in the back at the first chance they got.”

“I don’t know about you, Brother,” Demetry continued, “but personally I like being able to sleep without the fear of an assassin’s knife. I do say, however, I enjoy your… simplicity in dealing with matters. It certainly is a refreshing reprieve from all the undermining and political squabble Father has spent the last few years educating me in.”

Aiden’s cheeks blushed as he lowered his head a bit. Demetry looked away from his paper to glance at Aiden, and then sighed again.

“You need not worry yourself. Should Father pass, may he live forever; I am more than capable of continuing the empire’s goals and values. The Boramont family has made us strong for a hundred years and when I am Lord Regent, you will always be a welcomed and honored member of my family. I think you would make a good captain of security to the Lord Regent.”

“Demetry, I would protect you with my life even without a position name.” Aiden protested.

Demetry let out a slight smile at the side of his mouth, “Nevertheless, you deserve a position of notoriety and power. You have already saved my life on two separate occasions. You are skilled and intelligent. Father may not say so, but he does respect you and your abilities. Do not forget that we are family, and that family sticks together. Hmm… now captain of security just doesn’t have that great of a ring to it. How about master of security? Perhaps I could make that your title.”

Aiden blushed once again, this time from embarrassment as opposed to shame. When he didn’t respond with anything else, Demetry gave himself one decisive nod before returning to his paperwork.

Aiden glanced back out the window again into the empty space beyond the first class transport ship. This journey seemed foolish to Aiden. Their father, Lord Regent Sinswa Boramont, had decided that they needed to head to this outpost in the outer colonies immediately without warning.

They had set out for the jump gate from Taerra to the Kru System post haste. There, they had been traveling to Vanderra, the second planet from the Kru Sun, and the Vanderra station orbiting it. The station itself was a rather large station that acted as a relay and supply point for people traveling across the Taerren Empire. The planet below was uninhabitable, but was starting to reach the final stages of terraforming, and there was noticeable green from vegetation showing up in splotches across the surface.

One of the other functions of the Vanderra station was to hold political prisoners. Unlike normal prisoners, these were often people who offered some kind of advantage to the empire. Whether it be the hopes of trade, underhanded deals, or information, these people were kept in relatively accommodating circumstances until releases could be negotiated.

Some of the prisoners were eventually relayed to surface prisons, should no party show interest in acquiring them. However, a surprisingly large amount were eventually released under the right conditions.

The holding cells aside, Vanderra was a place of commerce and trade. It was Taerra’s largest and most open trading post, often earning visitors not only from the Taerren empire, but visitors from other colonies as well. This made Vanderra essential to maintaining commerce, acquiring imported goods, and providing a means of communicating with non-Taerren colonies.

Despite this fact, Aiden saw the place as a trash heap. Stations of any kind never held appeal to Aiden. Compared to the majestic architecture of the palaces and capital city back home, the functionality of a station seemed painfully inadequate. Aiden finally could see the station through his window.

To him, the outside of the station was as ugly as the inside. Corridors ran many different ways in seemingly random patterns, giving Aiden the impression of a 3D puzzle. The engineers behind this station clearly built it to be functional, to utilize space to its fullest, but Aiden had none of the expertise to understand how this hodgepodge mess of corridors and chamber modules equaled the station inside.

At the very least, the station had artificial gravity. It was about the same as the artificial gravity abroad the craft they were on. With the exception for centrifugal gravity, which was achieved by a spinning chamber built within a craft, artificial gravity was a relatively new invention. Besides being fairly large, it also was incredibly expensive and impractical for most ships.

The first class transport they were on had to be gutted and refitted to accommodate the artificial gravity. The gravity engine was about equal to the size of the entire combustion engine that navigated the ship.

Aiden watched as the ship approached a larger module that he reasoned was some kind of hanger. The doors of the hanger opened, creating a hole large enough for their ship to enter. Aiden’s father would never have it another way. He would never dock with a station through a transfer terminal like a lowly civilian would.

Aiden could hear a grinding sound and a slight rumbling at his feet as the landing gears opened. The ship steadily moved towards the opened hanger door. Supporting thrusters stabilized the craft as it steadily landed. The pilot on this ship was particularly skilled at this job. Aiden’s father would not have accepted anyone of any less than exemplary piloting skills.

Aiden wasn’t much of a pilot. He had taken some of the basic flight courses, but had no knack for it. Being able to move a body of mass much larger than himself in a virtually gravity free environment seemed foreign and abnormal to him. Although, he knew his brother enjoyed mock dog fighting with rig fighters, which was the only kind of space fighting that occurred after the Treaty of Nacel.

There was a slight bump, indicating that they had finally landed safely. A shadow casted over the window as the hanger doors closed, silent in the vacuum of space. When the doors finally closed, the shadow was replaced by ceiling lighting. The hanger itself was nothing to look at, mostly a whole lot of grey. The walls consisted of sealed lockers made safe from the vacuumed environment. Aiden yawned intentionally to overcome his ears desire to pop. Boredom be damned. Air was steadily filling up the chamber and pressure was equalizing, creating a light hiss noise.

The air returned and pressurization took about five minutes. During that time, Aiden merely put his head down and listened to the noises and periodical pops as the medals adjusted to external changes. The pilot turned on the intercom and began announcing their arrival. Aiden mostly ignored the announcement.

Upon the announcement’s completion, people across the cabin began standing up, collecting their belongings. There were about twenty to thirty people with Aiden and Demetry in the main cabin. Many of them were families of the traveling dignitaries, ambassadors, and the Lord Regent’s council.

Most government officials traveled with their families regularly. Some of the dignitaries followed the Lord Regent wherever he traveled in case their services were needed at his disposal. Others traveled at the behest of the Lord Regent’s most recent orders.  Many of the men and their families would not be returning with the Lord Regent, assigned to travel to decent systems as a representative of peace.

The Lord Regent himself did not sit in the cabin with them; instead, he had his own cabin which he shared with his most trusted advisors. The Lord Regent often had his two sons sit with the rest of the main cabin to present a familiarity with the common man. On rare occasions, Demetry was allowed to sit in the Lord Regent’s cabin when important business was being discussed that the Lord Regent thought might help his son’s development. However, the Lord Regent had not offered an invite on this trip. As a matter of fact, he had not offered Demetry an invite in many months.

The primary door opened and the families and dignitaries began leaving down the ramp. It was customary for the highest ranking officials to be the last to leave any given vehicle. After the last person was moving down the aisle, Aiden’s brother stood.

“Well, it seems it is our turn to leave,” Demetry gave his brother a nod before turning.

Demetry had already put his report away, stood, and started moving down the slim hallway. Aiden considered waiting a bit, but impatience won out and he finally stood and followed his brother.

The hallway between the aisles of chairs was fairly comfortable in width. Aiden had heard that other ships existed that often had little space between the aisles, made even more difficult to navigate with the lack of gravity. These ships were often reserved for commercial flights for commoners.

Of course, this was a ship that spared no expense. The floors were carpeted red leading down the entire length of the hall. At the end of the hall was a ramp two people wide leading to the ground of the hanger. The red carpet followed down the entire length of the ramp as well.

Aiden continue to follow his brother down the ramp. At the bottom, Demetry went to the right side of the ramp and stood at attention. Aiden followed, taking the left side. In the time since the pressure had equalized in the hanger, it had become full with soldiers and guards. Full was a understatement.

As far as Aiden could see, soldiers stood at attention. The soldiers left a pathway large enough for three people abreast to stride; leading straight out of the hanger through what was most likely an adjacent corridor, the path the Lord Regent would most likely take leaving the hanger. A few of the higher ranking officers stood at attention a few meters from the edge of the ramp, waiting to greet the Lord Regent.

The family members and lower level bureaucrats were rushed out of the room to make accommodations for the Lord Reagent. The last of them disappeared around the corner by the time Aiden had settled in his place. Upon noticing Demetry with an eyebrow raised in agitation, Aiden schooled his face and looked up expectantly for the exit for the Lord Regent, as the rest of the honor guard was currently doing.

A grizzled old man strolled from the entrance of the ship, a slight limp to his left foot that might have gone unnoticed to anyone who wasn’t looking for it. He had short, neatly trimmed white hair and a small white scar on his lower right cheek. The best way to describe his face was sharp, consisting of mostly angles. He was heavy footed, and each step made a prominent clank as he walked down the ramp. When he reached the bottom, he stopped, looking left and right at both Aiden and his brother.

After giving them each a curt, silent nod of respect, he continued walking. Upon approaching the three ranking officers he glanced around the hanger, taking in the environment before placing his eyes on the three men. It was said that General Mahr had piercing eyes that could strip a man of everything but the truth. Aiden could attest to this fact, having had those eyes on him many times during his lessons.

The two Lieutenants to either side of the Station Commander shrunk back slightly at the intense glaze. The Commander stood his ground, showing that he had a bit more backbone than his underlings. This didn’t necessarily mean the Commander was a smart man. Aiden had met many soldiers who made it to where they were based purely on bravery. Eventually, one day, they would need to display intelligence too, and would find themselves ground to dust. It was perhaps one of the first lessons Mahr ever taught Aiden. “Bravery wins battles, intelligence wins wars”.

The Station Commander wore a one-piece blue uniform adorned with gold. He wore a red line with three stars over it to signify his rank as Commander on his shoulder. The lieutenants to either side had only one star. The one-piece uniform was a standard uniform for those assigned to duty in space. Colors were often used to quickly identify personnel aboard ships. Blues for officers, dark blue for soldiers, light blues for kitchen staff, browns for maintenance, and so on.

It made sense given the environment they lived in, but it was just one more thing Aiden disliked about space. On planets, the working staff often wore ornate embroidery. Servants of the empire were allowed to wear similar, albeit less decorated versions of these robes as well. Other imperial families wore robes much like these, but could not use the combination of gold and red, the emporal colors of Boramont. As a result, each family typically picked two colors of its own, and followed in their families traditions.

During a normal celebration on Taerra Prime, each house brought several hundred honor guards swathed in their family colors, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of celebration. The dances were also an incredible sight to see, particularly during the dances that required a swapping of partners. The cacophony of blues, reds, greens, yellows, and browns often reminded Aiden of dancing flowers. The line after line of dark blue one suited soldiers in front of him was drab by comparison.

Here, Aiden and Demetry wore the traditional royal robes of the imperial family. Decorated in reds and gold, the ornate robes they wore were only matched by the Lord Regent himself. General Mahr wore simple clothing; he always said that if you needed a sash with medals to gain respect from your fellows that you didn’t deserve that respect. It was for that reason that most new recruits memorized General Mahr’s face. The few recruits who didn’t know who he was on sight or didn’t grasp his authority quickly enough often paid for it harshly.

“The Lord Regent’s honor requires this kind of…” the Station Commander was saying.

Aiden realized he had been dazing and tried to catch up on the conversation.

“The Lord Regent’s honor?” General Mahr responded with noticeable anger in his voice, “It is not your job to guard the Lord Regent, it is your job to keep the station secure, your desire to…. honor the Lord Regent has put this station at risk.”

“But the Ops guards you sent here yesterday provide more than adequate-”

“They were here for a given purpose, one you may have just compromised, you fool. You may have just stepped on plans the Lord Regent has had laid out for years. You honor the Lord Regent? You may have well just spit on him.”

The Station Commander winced at that comment, going white in the face. It was clear he was losing ground. His two lieutenants were shrunk down, their shoulders hunched at the debasement of their commanding officer. As Aiden looked around, he began to realize what General Mahr had noticed immediately upon entering. There were far too many honor guards present. It would seem that the Commander decided to dissemble the station down to a skeleton crew in the name of honoring the Lord Regent. It turned out he was a fool.

“Sir, we only heard of the Lord Regent coming just an hour ago. We had no proper time to prepare. Had I been informed of any of these plans I could have been more accommodating…”

“Enough!” General Mahr barked, “If you find yourself incapable of meeting the needs of the empire a replacement can easily be found for you.”

“That won’t be necessary sir,” the Commander responded bowing, his right hand jerking out slapping the lieutenant next to him on the arm.

The lieutenant immediately turned around and ran back down the aisle, making silent orders with his hand. Without a word, about half of the contingent turned and moved out the hallway. For the amount of people present, the movement was surprisingly quiet as the soldiers turned and exited swiftly. It took about two minutes. The remaining troops reorganized themselves to create a new thinner line down the entire length of the hanger. In the Commander’s defense, the new precession seemed a lot less grand than its predecessor.

The General glowered at the Commander for another minute before turning to his side. He glanced up into the ramp, nodding at someone up in the ship. A man came out in a quick walk down to the edge of the bottom ramp.

“I present to the honored Vanderra station, the master of Taerra, Lord Regent Swasa Boramont,” the man announced in a full voice that carried remarkably well in the hanger.

The announcer moved to the side and a large man behind him began walking down, followed closely by several advisors. To call the Lord Regent an imposing man was an intense understatement. He wore red and gold robes much like Aiden and Demetry, but they were much longer. They trailed behind him several feet, forcing the advisors to his sides for fear they may step on them. He had incredibly dark, almost black eyes, and jet black hair. The hair was grown long, tied into a ceremonial braid. All of the imperial family grew out their hair and tied it into an ornate braid. Aiden himself only had the pleasure of braiding his hair two years prior.

His brother’s hair was much like his father’s. His braid was only about half the length, reaching down to his shoulder blades, but it possessed the same jet black slickness of the Lord Reagent. Aiden’s hair was not black. Instead, it was brown like his mother’s. The same could be said for his eyes as well. Just as the Lord Regent reached the bottom of the ramp, a slight beeping sound started.

The Commander, red with embarrassment, looked down at a communicator he had attached to his wrist. As he looked, his eyes began to widen in alarm. The General glared at him. The Commander glanced up, just about to say something.

Suddenly, Aiden found himself on the ground. A loud roar assaulted his ears as the ground shook. Aiden quickly assumed a relaxed position, allowing his body to move with the tremors, absorbing himself into their movements. Then he began to get to his feet, slowly at first as he adjusted to the movements. By the time he was back his feet, the majority of the tremor had passed. Aiden surveyed the room as a low moaning rumble gave out like a dying aftershock.

The General was already on his feet and next to the Lord Regent. He had one hand held out to help pick the Lord Regent up and balance him, the other on a weapon aimed down the hallway at any potential threat. With the General’s help, the Lord Regent stood glancing around in irritation. Most of the soldiers were still scrambling to their feet, disorder and discord threading through the hanger.

“What happened?” the Lord Regent asked calmly once it seemed the tremors had subsided enough.

“It would seem that a terrorist cell released a bomb aboard the station. By the feel of it, they missed anything vital,” Mahr promptly responded.

“The terrorists that we knew of ahead of time?”  The Lord Reagent responded, his black eyes sharp on the General.

Mahr glanced down at the Commander, now completely red with anger and embarrassment, “It would seem.”

“You will handle it?”

“Personally, my lord,” Mahr bowed deep.

Aiden’s father nodded once before turning and moving back up the ramp into the relative safety of the ship. General Mahr walked over to Aiden swiftly, his limp almost nonexistent.

“Where is Demetry?” Aiden’s mentor asked, looking around briefly.

This was the first point and time Aiden realized that Demetry was completely gone. After a quick look around the room he met the General’s eyes.

“Find him,” Mahr commanded, then turned and began walking towards the now cringing Station Commander who was desperately trying to pull his soldiers together.

The General stopped and looked back as if an idea suddenly came to him, “Oh, and if you see any insurgents, kill them.”

Aiden nodded and started moving out. He had a job to do.

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The Power of Creation – Chapter 318

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“H-husband?’ Tremaine’s mouth falls open and her eyes widen as she looks upon her husband, who isn’t the guy currently sodomizing her ass.

“Wife…” He responds tearfully, shaking his head in disbelief and disappointment.

She pulls away, falling off the bed and collapsing to her knees. After hours of brutal sex, her body no longer looks pristine and beautiful. Her makeup has been completely smeared. Her hair is in complete disarray. Her body is covered in various stains of dried semen and lust. She is covered in a sheen of sweat. The tattered remains of her clothing is on the floor. Tremaine is sitting on her knees on the floor, looking up pitifully, clearly the perfect sight of a broken woman. You scratch your chin and nod, having completed your domination of this demon lord.

“Husband… please, no, no, no!” Tremaine starts bawling her eyes out. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Isn’t it too late for apologies!” He cries out, bellowing out his pain and frustration. “Why did my wife of five hundred years have to turn into such a whore!”

“No… baby… it isn’t like that.”

“I witnessed your filthy face as you took pleasure from another man.”

“I thought it was you.”

“Did you? Or did you only want to pretend it was me…”

“Baby…” Tremaine looks up, sniveling.

“You slut… you disgust me.” He snorts, glaring hatefully.

“P-please… anything…” She says quietly.

“What is that?” He shouts.

“I’ll do anything, baby… anything!”

You pull out some popcorn and watch as they fall apart in front of you. It is quite an amusing scene as they break apart in front of you. Oh, is that too dark for you? I’m sorry, should we go back to something light, like raping people? Pun, you guys are hypocr- cough… ahem… I mean…

Flynn looks down at Tremaine as if considering her words. After all, they had been together for a long time, and ending their relationship now would truly be pitiable. However, his eyes suddenly darken as he recalls the scenes he had been forced to witness a moment before.

“Just answer one question then…” He responds darkly. “Did you like it better?”

Tremaine’s mouth moves, but she can’t give her response. Naturally, she knew what he wanted her to say, but they had been together too long. He’d know if she was lying.

“I-I love you…” Tremaine moans.

“Answer me!”

“H-he was better…” Tremaine spoke bitterly. “His cock was bigger, and he has more stamina, and he was amazing. I-I can’t deny it. What I said earlier was the truth. After experiencing sex with him… I could never go back to having sex with someone like you…”

Flynn let out one last sorrowful wail which threatened to shake the entire castle. You chose this point to release his bonds. Without the wall holding him up, Flynn collapses, the final cord of his body being cut. Likewise, Tremaine falls down to the floor, a broken, sorrowful woman, crying as her entire life crumbles around her.

Seeing it play out to the end, you kind of feel a little bad. However, seven sister demon lord orgy, so that’ll be nice. The atmosphere is completely dismal. The only sound is of you crunching on popcorn.

Tremaine steadily lifts her head, glancing at her husband one more time. “Flynn… I just have one question I have to ask.”

“W-what is it?”

“Did you… get all that on video?” Tremaine stands up, looking excited, her expression recovering in an instant.

“Your damn straight I did. I have visual stones, there, and there and there,” Flynn leaps up as well, pointing to various spots around the room.

“Eh?” You look up at the couple.

“You’re the best! I love you!” She leaps into his arms and the two kiss. “Show me! Show me!”

“Hahaha!” Flynn lasts, creating a magical screen with the wave of his hand.

The screen starts showing you moments ago as you were banging Tremaine for all she was worth. The two couple excitedly look at it while holding each other.

“Oh… this is the point when you started cumming, I thought it was going to hit me in the face.” Flynn laughed.

“You wish! Ah… that’s so hot. Your look of anguish is really turning me on!”

“Was the name-calling too much?”

“Not at all! When you called me a disgusting slut, I nearly came on the spot!”

“Wh-wh-wh-wh-what is going on here?”  You demand.

The couple glance over at you and Flynn shrugs as he explains. “We’ve been together for 500 years, naturally, there was only one way we could have kept our relationship healthy through the centuries.”

“Swinging!” Tremaine gives a thumbs up.

Flynn continues. “We feel we need to do a little something extra to keep things interesting, so naturally, we’re always looking for opportunities to experiment. After we heard about you tearing through all of her sisters, naturally, we were curious. We sent a squirrel to spy on you, only to have you turn it into a squirrel girl and fuck it. We knew afterward that you were our kind of guy!”

“Huh?” You scratch your head, falling into shock.

“Of course,” Tremaine continues. “We knew you’d be way too prideful to accept the threesome we offered. The only thing I could do was tempt you… and wait for you to come to take me. Fortunately, husband recently has really been into netorare and denial play.”

“What?”

“Ah… man, I didn’t know how you were going to do it, but making my wife think it was me was a stroke of genius.”

“Hmph… as if I didn’t realize it immediately, but I love to role play as much as the next girl.” Tremaine crosses her arms smugly.

“Yeah, sure you realized it.” Flynn winked at you, showing no malice and all and making you feel slightly ill.

Tremaine snorts, rounding on Flynn. “With your little tiny baby dick and your tendency to cum early, I knew as soon as that big hard dick ripped me open it’d never be your pathetic ass.”

“Hah… hah… baby, when you talk to me that way, it makes me so hard.”

“I know it.” The two kiss again passionately.

You back up, shaking your head in disbelief. “No, this… this can’t be…”

“Hey man, when you tossed me in that wall and made me watch… beautiful. Being denied even touching myself? Shit, I was so hard I thought my dick would crack through the restraints!”

“B-but… I… conquered…you” You cry weakly.

“Oh… baby, you totally conquered me…” Tremaine winked. “That was amazing, my all time best! You can enjoy this body WHENEVER you want.”

“Haha!” Flynn laughed. “As long as I can watch!”

Tremaine snorts. “Or… better yet, we don’t let him watch.”

Flynn gasps, “You don’t mean… making me sit outside, and can only listen? Ah… that’s so fucking hot… we need to do it! Better yet, I can walk in just as you finish, and see my wife licking your cum off her face. Shiiiiiiitttt….”

“That kind of NTR isn’t hot… oh… I see you’re jacking off now…” You find yourself speechless as the big demon man touches himself.

“Come on baby, take me some more. To answer your question, I love your big dick. Make me your little slut again.” Tremaine grabs your arm, pulling to back to the bed. “Just ignore that small-pricked little cuck. You can even cum inside me. I might even get pregnant… don’t worry, I’ll make him take care of it.”

“Ahhhhn… honey… hah…. Hah… making be raise another man’s child. You’re so fucking hot right now. Shit… I’m going to cum!”

“Y-y-you both used me for your deranged sex games!” You cry out. “That’s unacceptable!”

If an army of women outside the castle at the moment heard this, they would all assuredly faint from the hypocrisy.

“Don’t be that way. My wife is your wife.”

“She’ll never be yours again!” You cry.

“Then, she can just be your wife. Being denied my wife for a few hundred years… hah… hah… it turns out honey that our new playmate is the ultimate sadist. I think I’m in love.”

You back up to the door with a disgusted look.” Wh-what?”

“Hey… if you ever get bored of playing with my wife,” Flynn turns around and bends slightly, looking at you with a finger on his lip. “You can have me…”

The guards blink as a defeated man flees out of the castle, crying and feeling like he has lost everything. You had expected this to happen around this time, but you didn’t expect it was going to be you!

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Machine Sliced Bread – Comic #1

I was interested in possibly making some corny, cheap comics and releasing them on MSB. I asked people on discord and the response was a resounding ‘meh, sure’. So, here is my MSB comic strip. Will they get any better? A little… but they’re mostly here for a light chuckle. Let me know if you want more of these or not. On another note, if you’re an illustrator and interested in drawing these, we could work something out with pay and/or patreon access.

The Power of Creation – Chapter 317

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“I-in my butt?” Tremaine asks thoughtfully, “But that spots dirty…”

“How could any part of my beautiful wife be dirty? Don’t you want to satisfy my penis?”

O-of course!” She nods.

“Don’t you dare defile my wife!” Flynn yells.

“Aaaaahhhh… it hurts!” You ignore her husband and push yourself into Tremaine’s tight butthole, attacking her colon with your massive cock. “It’s too big!”

“You must bear with it, your butt is making my penis feel amazing. It’s so tight and warm. If you keep it up, you’ll feel good too.”

“R-eally? Then, please continue…” Tremaine grimaces but puts on a strong face and smiles back at you lovingly.

You nod and start slowly moving your hips, savoring the feel of her tight hole stretching around the shaft of your cock as it slides in and out of her. Tremaine makes cute little moaning sounds as she squirms in pain, but as her ‘husband’, she trusts you absolutely. Thus, she is completely unquestioning as you violate her butt to your own desires. Her husband can only watch in dismay as she trembles in pain trying to take a cock she thinks is his.

You steadily build momentum, taking up the pace. Of course, you like Tremaine being a little anal whore better than you like seeing Tremaine in pain. You ease her burden a bit, using magic to make her feel the anal pleasures a little more quickly than she might normally.

“Hah… hah… this is amazing.” Tremaine starts to pant.

“See?” You chuckle, “Aren’t you glad you let me stick my dick in your butt…’

“Mmm… I love it!” She cries out, starting to finger her cunt while she feels your cock in her butt.

“Oh, you slutty girl, can’t help but finger yourself.” You laugh.

“I can’t help it, your cock is making me too excited.” Tremaine cries. “I’m going crazy.”

“Ah? So Tremaine is a little anal whore, hmm? You just love any cock in your ass?”

“D-don’t be mean, husband, it’s only because it’s you.”

“Are you saying if there was another cock in your ass, you wouldn’t enjoy it as much? Say… a smaller cock?”

“O-of course not! It’s this cock that I love because it’s husband’s cock.”

“Hah? But my cock used to be smaller, are you saying you love that cock or this one.”

“Th-that… husband, why do you tease me so…Ahhh… I can’t, I’m going to cum!

“Don’t answer him! This fucker!” Flynn curses.

“I just want to know, what do you prefer? Do you prefer your husband’s small cock or this big giant cock you’re enjoying right now?

“P-please.. my ass, it’s too much, I’m going crazy!” She moans into her pillow.

“Answer!” You demand, picking up the pace until your dick is savagely pounding her ass and she can barely think.

“I love the big dick! Your big dick is the best… aahhh… I’m cumming again! I’m sorry husband, I love big dick!”

“Then feel my cum in your ass!” You cry.

“Yes, I love you! Fill my ass with your giant dick. I want your cum in my ass!”

“…” Flynn goes limp, losing all steam and unable to continue raging any longer.

He can only watch helplessly as you blow your load into his wife’s ass. You make sure to fill her up with a great deal of seed. When you finally pull your dick out, her ass is a gaping hole stretch open from your cock. Using your hands, you spread her buttcheeks, making sure her silent husband gets a good look at her broken colon, leaking out gobs of your white semen, which runs down her legs and pussy.

“Husband, you’re amazing.” Tremaine purrs, reaching up and kissing you.

You kiss her back, continuing to fondle her breasts and body under the dead-eyed stare of that man. The pair of you cuddle, sharing a romantic moment of skinship and affection that should only be shared between two close lovers.

“Are you done now?” Flynn says weakly, no longer arrogant and prideful. “Can you please leave my wife be?”

“Huh?” Your eyes flash even darker, “Done? I haven’t even started yet!”

“H-husband?” Tremaine’s eyes widen, hearing your words.

“Come on, my slutty little wife, time for round 2!”

Putting Tremaine into dozens of different positions, you continue to fuck her long into the night. You force her to suck your cock, to swallow, and to savor the cum. You take her mouth, her ass, and her pussy as your personal fuckholes. You have her on top, on the bottom, on the side… every time making her cum. As the night goes on, Tremaine becomes more and more incoherent, innumerable orgasms causing her eyes to take on a feral look and her body to crave your sexual gratification.

“I’m just a slut…” she moans. “Keep training this slut!”

As her mind deteriorates, all your dirty talk emboldens her, and she truly starts to fulfill the role of a cum slut, eagerly holding out her tongue for her next treat as you blast a load across her face. However, all things must end, and just as she’s opening wide, you finally cancel the magic.

“Give this slut more cum!” Tremaine cries with her tongue out, then her eyes open in confusion. “Huh?”

Her mouth closes as she suddenly sees you for you, and no longer her husband. Of course, it’s too late, and she ends up getting splattered in the face with the white stuff. Only then, does she shake out of her daze and glance around as spooge runs down her face. She notices her husband stuck in the wall.

“H-husband?” She cries out, her eyes widening in horror.

“That’s right!” You declare, “The man you’ve been enjoying all night is in fact me! So, tell me, lover, how you like my big dick now?”

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