The Quantum Wanderer

I am looking at the balcony in the room. The light coming from the window gets a little darker, we all go to the balcony to take a look. The sky is grey. All over. As far as I can see, north or south, the clouds are heavy with rain.

On a balcony, up and a little to our left, I can see the girls. Opal has a bored expression, with one hand kind of gesturing up. My girls are just looking at it. Aisha is frozen. I giggle a little.

“Is there a problem if Opal brings a little rain?”

“Friend, my problem is lack of water.”

We go inside, the rain starts. Rajesh smiles.

“How large do you think is area that is raining?”

“I don’t know, but I could not see the end of the clouds. We would have to ask Opal.”

“They are going to be very grateful when they learn that it was a gift. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. It was Opal.”

“Please thank her later.”

“Sure. And changing the topic a bit… How are the centaurs?”

“I am glad to say that they are doing well. They have been helping a lot with the new plantations and several other areas. As far as I know, they are being treated fairly. Right now they are valued citzens to me.”

“Nice. After the meeting with the elves, I was thinking of checking with the elves, and offering get the centaurs there.”

“Of course, you are free to offer that, and they are free to accept. They are not slaves. Even some demons, if they get permission from the elves, are free to move. I would be sad to see them go, but that’s how freedom works.”

“Yup.”

I can’t help but remember a person that I gave the freedom to go. But that is in the past. The rain starts. I get close to the balcony, to be able to see the streets in front of the palace. In  the distance, with enhanced eyes, I can see that some of the common folk are dancing in the rain, tasting it. They are putting out some barrows to collect rain water from their roofs.

“I thought that you were getting a more humid climate with all the water you have been getting from the sea.” I comment to Rajesh.

“We are, but the weather is still dry. It takes a very long time to change a climate. Not one year. Not even 10. But things are improving, that is the important part.”

We get back to the couch. I remember some of the previous talks.

“Have you thought about the press idea?”

Rajesh is the one to answer.

“I already have a group designing it. Thank you.”;

I shrug. Then I remember why I had come here.

“Well, I think I am going to excuse myself a little bit. I am going to visit my… vestals a little bit.”

Rajesh laughs.

“That is indeed a good idea. I use my harem very often. I even wonder sometimes if there is anything wrong with the vestals… Is there anything that would entice you to go there more often?”

I laugh.

“Not at the moment. I will let you know if I ever think of something. Thank you.”

We all stand up.

“I will take you there, your godliness.” Sidhu says.

We leave, I follow Sidhu. We arrive at a part in the castle that is guarded by priests, not guards anymore. Sidhu points me the door.

“Only vestals and the gods are allowed after this point, your godliness.”

He takes a deep bowl, I enter. So the whole thing as built as an annex to the palace. This was an interesting choice. The place we are right now is not too far from the palace entrance, it is a less private area, far away from Rajesh’s both official and private businesses.

The area I am in right now is a laundry of sorts. There are some girls washing some clothes. One of them catches a glimpse of me.

“The Great Adventurer!”

She was already kneeling in front of her station, she turned to me and kowtowed. The others did the same. Their tails enticing me. Long hairs, the dress that is almost obscene. Rajesh was right, I should come here more often.

“At ease.”

They straighten up.

“Good afternoon, your godliness.” One of them says to me. Her tail is particularly active. “How can we serve our lord and owner?”

“I am going to leave you to your tasks. I was thinking of getting to know this place a little better.”

“Your godliness, no task is more important or urgent than satisfying you in any way you desire.”

The demoness that said this was biting her lower lip. She had her hand under her skirt. She placed her breast outside.

“We all belong to only you and your wives, your godliness.”

I swallow some saliva. I am going to have some fun today. But I don’t want to disrupt their work.

“I understand. Keep doing what you are doing.” I kind of enter the mood, and I am going to try something that I am not used, just to see what happens. I am laughing internally, but I put on my best poker face. I get closer to the with the breast outside the dress, I grab the breast. “I am going to inspect my possessions myself.” I squeeze it a little, enough to pinch it, but not to hurt too much.

The demoness’s hand accelerate.

“YES, YOUR GODLINESS! DO YOU WANT!”

I didn’t expect this. I clear my throat, and I walk out the room, the opposite way I came in. Now I am inside a kitchen. It is probably twice the size of the one in the mansion. And a loot more girls cooking as well. They have aprons on top of the dresses.

The same reaction repeats itself. I tell them to stand up, or they are going to get the food burnt. I don’t even want to entertain messing up here. I quick go out the other door.

I find myself in a cafeteria, very similar to the one in the girls’ school. Long benches in front of long tables. Of course, everything is big. There are no dragonesses here, though. I keep walking, I find myself in a living room with several bookcases. There are some couches and tables in the middle. There are some demonesses reading, a little more than a dozen.

Muninn leaves my shoulder, flaps his wings and lands on top of a bookcase on the other side of the room, just barely out of reach. I want to see what he is going to do, I kind of cloak myself a little bit.

The demonesses slowly put their books either on the table, or on the seat next to them. They slowly approach Muninn. He is indistinguishable from an average crow right now.

“Good afternoon, little messenger. Do you want water or some food?”

Muninn behaves like a normal crow. One of the demonesses run lightly towards the door I came in. She keeps going, I can hear her moving towards the kitchen in the distance.

I turn to look the other demonesses.

“Do you want out, little messenger?”

No response. One of them is trying to reach slowly, the extended dress show the butt. These are all beauties, each in their own way. And I am still thinking a little bit about what happened at the laundry.

The one that had gone to the kitchen came back with a plate and a bowl. The plate has some meat in it. The bowl has some water.

“OUT OF THE WAY! OUT OF THE WAY!”

The others look at her with stranged expressions, but they open a corridor to the bookcase nonetheless. She gets close to the bookcase, and kneels down. She puts the bowl and the plate down, and kowtows to Muninn.

“LORD MUNINN, I AM SORRY FOR NOT HAVING RECOGNIZED YOU!”

The other girls are looking at the demoness, and they look back at Muninn. It is almost as if the scene is choreographed. Muninn smiles. That weird smile that birds just should not be able to do. Then his eyes shift to the shape of the four slits his true form has.

 The effect is immediate, they all throw themselves to the ground, kowtowing. I let the cloaking magic go. I walk close to the demonesses kowtowing. Muninn giggles.

“I like these ones, father. They are ready to be used.”

The musk of parchment and candle-wax is thick, but nothing compared to the sudden perfume of fifteen soaking cunts the moment they scent their chosen Alpha. 

My boots stop scuffing the rug. Silence falls except for the soft rustle of wings above: Muninn preens, black beak clicking approval as the demonesses press foreheads to the floor, horns scraping wood, asses lifted in perfect devotional lines.

“Look at me.”

Fifteen pairs of glowing violet eyes snap up. 

Fifteen forked tails whip side-to-side, dripping anticipation onto velvet cushions. 

Fifteen mouths part on a single, whispered chorus: 

“Command us, Great Adventurer.”

A slow grin splits my face; heat unfurls in my balls like molten steel. 

“Strip the scraps you call clothes. Leave the horns. Leave the tails. Everything else hits the floor in three heartbeats.”

Fabric tears before the count of two. 

Mini-skirts flutter away like guilty secrets; the long cleavage-slits peel open, revealing thirty pendulous tits, pierced nipples glinting silver, areolas flushed infernal-red. 

They stay on knees, thighs spread, cunts shaved smooth save for runic brands glowing faintly above each clit—the Vestal mark that means they’ll endure anything for my pleasure.

“Crawl.”

The scrape of horns on hardwood becomes a storm. 

They surge forward, a tide of obsidian claws and swaying breasts, circling me until the library air is nothing but needy whimpers and the wet slap of knees. 

My cock is already iron against my leathers; veins drumming with every heartbeat. 

One snap of fingers and the first volunteer—the tallest, branded “ IX ” on her inner thigh–kneels upright, offering the hollow of her horns like chalices.

“Hold still.”

Crack. 

My open palm smacks the left horn hard enough to snap her head sideways. 

A shocked, delighted moan rattles her throat; pussy nectar slicks both legs to the ankle. 

The others shiver at the sound, tails curling in envy.

“Line up. Foreheads down, horns hooked around the legs of that reading table. Asses in the air, cunts gaping. Now.”

Wood groans as fifteen horned beauties anchor themselves, forming a perfect semi-circle of offered holes. 

The table becomes a rack of live ornaments: tails flicking, assholes winking, branded cunts pulsing in time.

Slap. 

Slap. 

Slap. 

My belt whistles before it lands across the tightest ass of the row—not hard enough to welt, just enough to bloom red and make her cunt squirt a single ribbon down her thigh. 

The scent spikes; my balls swell, ready to burst leather.

Zip down. 

Cock out. 

The Muninn croaks overhead as if counting strokes.

“Watch.”

They twist necks as far as their trapped horns allow, eyes blazing while saliva drips from forked tongues. 

Fist around my shaft, slow pump, letting the crown flare purple under candlelight. 

Pearl of pre-cum beads, drips, lands on the marble with an audible plik. 

Fifteen whimpers in harmony.

“Who wants the first taste of pain?”

A petite redhead at the far end, brand “ IV ”, hisses “Use me, Lord.” 

Perfect. 

Stride forward, grip her horns like handlebars, yank her face to my crotch. 

Nose smashes pubic bone; she gags gloriously as eight inches spear down her throat in one thrust. 

Her tail wraps my calf, barbed tip pricking skin just enough to sting.

Hold. 

Ten seconds. 

Her lungs fight; cunt fountains onto her own heels. 

Withdraw with a wet pop, strings of saliva bridging cock to lips.

“Thank you, Lord,” she rasps, eyes rolling white.

“Next.”

A blur of motion: three mouths fight to replace her. 

Growl once; they freeze, remembering hierarchy. 

Point to the busty blonde center-stage, brand “ XV ”. 

“Ass. No lube. Take what you get.”

She squeals, drops elbows, arches back. 

Spit once into her crack; thumb the pucker twice before driving in to the hilt. 

Her tail lashes my ribs, leaving thin red trails that only spur me harder. 

One thrust, two, then drag my cock out glistening and move to the next hole without cumming. 

Endurance is my legend; tonight they’ll test it.

Minutes blur into a rhythm: 

Cunt → ass → mouth → repeat. 

Each demoness gets exactly five savage strokes, no more, before abandonment leaves her gaping and teary. 

Their horns clatter against table legs like tribal drums; books rain from upper shelves every time the furniture shifts.

Halfway through the gauntlet my shaft is painted every shade of succubus fluid: opaline cunt-cream, rose-flushed ass-slick, strings of throat-slime glittering in firelight. 

The air reeks of sulfur and sex; every exhale steams.

“Roll over. Stack. Sixty-nine tower, tongues in any hole you can reach.”

They scramble, horns clacking, forming a writhing ziggurat of limbs. 

Tails snake into assholes; fingers dig into cunts; mouths latch onto clits. 

The sight alone could make a mortal faint—I’m only mortal by passport.

Step onto the nearest back like it’s a footstool, cock dangling above the top-tier mouth. 

Grab two horns for balance and fuck that throat upside-down, balls slapping nostrils. 

Below, the orgy chain-reacts: every gagging squeal vibrates through the pyramid, tongues stuttering, fresh squirts jetting across faces.

Crack. 

Belt again, this time across three asses at once. 

Red blooms, tails thrash, cunts squirt so hard droplets arc six feet to spatter book spines. 

First orgasm of the night detonates through the pile—a domino of screaming succubi.

Withdraw, breath even, heartbeat steady. 

Time for the finale.

“On your knees, circle. Tails forward, tips touching my boots.”

They obey, dazed, lips bruised, mascara melted into violet rivers. 

Fifteen forked tails form a star-pattern around my feet. 

Fist my slick cock, jerk slow, letting every girl see her own juices glistening.

“Beg.”

“Please, Great Adventurer, paint us.” 

“Wear your mark, Lord.” 

“Debase our worthless bodies.” 

Chorus of filth until the library rafters ring.

Speed up. 

Hips thrust into my own fist, balls drawing tight. 

Pressure mounts like a dam about to rupture. 

Eyes lock on the redhead who took the throat-pounding; she cups her tits up in offering, tongue out, ready.

Roar. 

Cock erupts, first rope arcing high to splatter across her horns, running down the obsidian curve like icing.    

Swing left, next load lashes across four faces, sealing eyes shut with thick white. 

Right, another volley stripes tongues entwined. 

Keep pumping, endless jets; biology rewritten by sheer will. 

They tilt horns, tails, tits to catch every drop, moaning like prayer.

When the torrent finally slows, every demoness is glazed: pearls hanging from nipple rings, sheets sliding down abs, puddles collecting in bellybuttons. 

A few lick each other clean, sharing cum in snowball kisses while whispering gratitude.

Breath ragged but controlled, tuck my still-hard cock away. 

Snap fingers once.

“You will wear that until sunrise. Let it dry like consecrated paint. When the bell tolls six, wash, regroup, and await my next summons.”

Fifteen exhausted voices murmur, “Yes, Lord.”

Above, Muninn flaps approval, scattering a feather onto the altar of writhing perfection.  He comes back to my shoulder.

Turn on heel, exit between shelves, leaving the library steeped in the perfume of fifteen shattered demonesses—and the promise that the Great Adventurer’s stamina is far from spent. I smile, and cloak myself again. Muninn follows it, and cloaks himself as well.

I keep walking around the place. I go out through a corridor, there are smaller rooms to one side, a bigger room to the other. I enter the big room. It is a kind of living room, but there is an area with instruments, and some vestals are practicing music. I sit on a couch. No one is paying attention enough to realize the weight on the cushion.

They are practicing some music that reminds me of soft modern melodies. They play with chord instruments and some percussion. The band has around 15 demonesses in total. A large number for a private thing. I cross my leg.

The regent hits her baton against the stand. She raises both hands, the rest of the band paying attention to her.

At that moment, a vestal appears by the door. She has obviously been running.

“THE GREAT ADVENTURER IS AROUND!”

The players get frantic. They start talking to each other.

“Where do you think he is?” “Should we also go looking?” “Will we have our chance?” “What size of breasts do you think he enjoys?” “How are my horns looking?” “How do I look?” “I shouldn’t have eaten that extra bread today…”

This is really fun to watch. Some of them start putting down their instruments.

“YOU FUCKING BAND OF IDIOTS!” The regent shouts out. “All I have heard here is about I, I, I. No one here is worried about serving!”

They all stop talking. They are looking at the regent, intimidated. The regent continues.

“Is the Great Adventurer that does the finding! If he wants to find you, there will be no place on Andrea for you to hide! If he wants, he can just go to the land of eternal sunset!”

The musicians are now calmer. They are slowly calming down, and nodding lightly towards the regent. The regent looks around, to make sure she has the attention of everyone around. One of them raises her hand shyly. The regent points her baton towards that one.

“But then, superior, how can we get close to him?”

“I don’t know if you are already in the right frame of mind… That being said, we don’t. We serve. What is the way we serve?”

Nobody answers. The regent passes her hand over her face. She answers her own question.

“Our music. That is the way we serve. We can show him that our music can bless his ears, while others can only reach his cock. We show him that we are above others. That we will be playing for him as long as he wants us to. Our music is going to be our prayers to his greatness.”

The players calm down. The regent looks at the pages available on her stand. She picks one.

“Page 20, from the top! Let’s make is sound good, so he can hear and come to us!”

They start playing what looks like a soft rock melody. I really enjoy it. I take a look outside the window. It is close to four o’clock. I don’t think I will be able to enjoy another orgy fully. Perhaps some relaxing will do.

The music ends. I clap. The demonesses look my way, I let the cloaking spell dissolve. They gasp, and kowtow to me. I keep clapping.

“Please, get up. I really enjoyed it. Play some more.”

They all get back to their positions. The regent taps the stand.

“Remember, ladies. This is what we trained for!”

They start another song. This is actually nice. A demoness passes by the door, turns her head, and sees me on the couch. She almost falls down because of the sudden stop. She slowly walks towards me, until she kowtows, some 10 feet away. I turn to her.

“Crawl here, child.” I realize that calling someone child is really absurd. I haven’t been paying attention to birthdays, they don’t celebrate them in Andrea, but I know that I am young. Perhaps it is the whole thing happening around me, or what I would think would be the proper way to speak now.

The demoness comes over, on her hands and kneels. Her tail is giving those hard shakes, indicating she is excited. When she is close, I untie her dress at the back of her neck. She takes the rest off. I watch.

“Suck my cock.”

She comes closer cautiously, and opens my pants. She pulls my dick out and puts it in her mouth. No smelling, no checking how clean it is, just puts it in her mouth, and start pumping it with her hands.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

She does so, and I grab her by the hair, making sure my cock reaches all the way to the back of her throat and back. Once I showed her, I take my hands off, and I let her do the work for me. I look back at the small orchestra, it is playing.

Another group of demonesses pass by the door. This time, four demonesses. Well, let’s make good use. I point to three of them and gesture them to come over. The fourth one points at herself, looking at me questioningly. I hold my hand high, making a stop sign. She stays by the door.

The three that came in proceed in the same fashion. The come close, and kowtow some 10 feet away from me. I tell them to stay on their knees, they comply. I point to the first one.

“You. Fetch me some liquor and some sweet tea.”

She stands up and leaves, running. There are some demonesses arriving by the door. They make a motion to enter, but the one I left there shakes her head. I want to remember this forever. I turn to the two that are kneeling close to me.

“I want to you two to play with each other’s wholes, and provide me a show. Do it on the couch, so that I can grab something if I find it interesting.”

They both stand up and loose their clothing. They kneel on the couch, and start fondling their breasts and their pussies, more of showing them open to me than really looking for something fun. They move to a 69, very close to my left hand. I stick it out and push two fingers inside one demoness’s pussy. It is wet! I smell it. I enjoy. They keep playing, now I shove one finger in her pussy, another in her ass. The one below her holds her but widespread for my delight. I am ready to release my seed, I hold the one in front of me by the hair, and shove my cock deep. I release my seed and let her go. She falls back, on her butt. She coughs, with a smile.

The girls at the door are masturbating. I am relaxed. I am appreciating the music, when the demoness arrives with the cups and some choices of drinks and tea. I put the tray on a side table. She is standing at my side, her hands in front of her. I gesture her to come closer, she bows down. I stick my hand inside her dress and grab her tit. Just because I can. I pinch it, while I bite my lower lip. She shakes. Her tail does the erratic movement.

“Very good, thank you. You can clean my cock.”

She grabs a piece of her dress. I stop her.

“Your mouth first.”

She puts my cock in her mouth, licking it all over. She tries to suck the saliva back, and then cleans the rest with her dress. I put it back in my trousers. The girls at my side cum, and then turn to me, waiting their next command.

“You can just stay seated for now. Let’s enjoy the music a bit.”

The two of them sit on the floor. They don’t dress back up. There is some movement at the door, the girls there open way for one demoness with a tray with some cookies. She stands on one knee, offering the sweets. I gesture her to come along and place the tray on the side table.

I taste the sweets, but elven food and Roberta spoiled my taste for anything else. I could, probably, let them have some ingredients. Specially since I buy so much for my house already… Should I try to get it from another city, to avoid inflation of always getting everything at the same place, and the dryads creating coin for the payment? And I could probably get some tips from the dryads on what stays alive for longer…

After some time, I take a look outside, and it is probably around 5 o’clock. I stand up. The girls all look at me.

“This has been great. I will visit more often! Thank you.”

Everyone at the room kowtows. I open a portal and go home to my room. I am in the shower when the girls arrive. Opal smells the air.

“Our lord has been busy today!”

Cecilia laughs. “Is there anything left in there for us?”

I spit some water on the floor. “Perhaps after dinner?”

She laughs. We have a nice dinner, and we retire for the day.