Azzie & Rowana Read "Devil's Throne" by Wrynn, Part 1

Rowana Rowethasdottir had earned every scar on her body. The faded white lines of childhood accidents on the farm. The little scar on her chin from boot camp. The fine, geometric scars along her spine where they had inserted the mithril wires for her augmented reflexes, and around the lenses in front of her eyes and along her jaw where other implants had gone in. The massive scar over her chest where a Morgul blade had buried itself, and been removed, and now, finally, the white, lightning-like striations around her frankly enormous belly.

Azzie, her Uruk-Hai wife, poured golden oil into her green palms as she pondered that massive orb. It seemed impossible that Rowana could get any bigger. Yet she wasn't due yet...and as Azzie began to rub oil into the distended abdomen that now half-filled the human's lap, Rowana was terminally bored. So it was time to do another review.

"'Devil's Throne,' by Wrynn," Rowana said. "Is a branch on the Monster Isekai story initiated by Crazyjacky. In Monster Isekai, the idea is that truck-kun has claimed you, and you reincarnate as a monster of darkness determined to defeat the forces of Light, using a set of game mechanics using the 'Isekei **** Monster' rules. Wrynn went through the tables and built an impregnation fetish."

Core: Seedbed: seeder, Able to sow life in any and all wombs, your fertility can defeat all contraceptives and even barren wombs. One week pregnancies.

"A writer of refinement and taste," Azzie noted, as she spread the oil of Rowana's gravid gut in smooth, even circles. The act seemed to instill a state of meditative calm in the Uruk-Hai.

"That's all effectively prologue. The story itself begins when the nameless gamer nerd awakens to find they've died and become a demonic seedbed with a personal dungeon," Rowana said.

I woke up after a crazy dream involving bickering goddesses, twink angels, and bizarre choices to the sound of a woman's laughter.

"Is it wrong I kind of want to hear more about the twink angels?" Azzie, as one finger played with Rowana's popped navel. "Like, I'm not dissing the extraneous detail. I like extraneous details. Maybe I'm just in the mood."

"I think it might come to that," Rowana said. "In any event, Wrynn is writing in first person, and this is basically a variant Dungeon Keeper fanfic. Not that we have Dungeon Keeper in Middle-Earth. And right away, we get out first sex scene."

I pulled her back with me towards my throne, I wanted to be complete for this. As I sat the armrests folded down and the back reclined subconsciously adjusting to my needs. She settled into my lap impaling herself on my gigantic tool and she took it all to the hilt with no effort. Literally made for me she fit deliciously tight with my glands kissing the entrance to her womb. She was not at all light, as a 10 foot figure of mostly metal she probably weighed near half a ton, but with my enhanced strength I had no problem bouncing her on my dick with her waist in my grip. The blank look on her face was kind of a turn on, it reminded me of all the bitches both light and dark around here I was going to turn into my fuckdolls in their due time. Her huge tits bobbing up and down were definitely a turn on and this whole surreal expirense had me plenty worked up so before long I slammed her down burying my dick as deep in her as I could and filled her womb with enough devil jizz to make her look pregnant. Well that was as exhausting physically as making her was mentally. Another flash from my HUD but first things first.

"Not exactly romantic," Azzie nodded. "I feel like while the physical description is fine, there's a certain lack of emotion. You don't feel like the sex means anything to the protagonist, and yet at the same time the protagonist doesn't feel so psychopathically dead inside that the sex literally means nothing. It's a bit La Blue Girl filler scene. Not that we have that in Middle-Earth."

"It's only the first proper chapter," Rowana noted. "And Wrynn does put in a lot of detail. Shows though, consideration for the scenario beyond just going through a few tables. I do have to point out it's 'Emanation,' not 'Emination,' but that's a niggling detail. Anyway, as a Dungeon Keeper fic (effectively), I expect a period of expansion, consolidation, and then invasion by adventurers, which leads to success and then more adventurers and finally some sort of challenge, possibly a rival dark lord or some anointed hero type. Because you need some actual conflict in the story; a demon lord knocking up robotic fuckdolls who can't fight back is just masturbation."

My Emination looked quite a bit more pregnant now, full term for a single child at least. The armor normally over her distended stomach could no longer contain it.

Azzie frowned, her hands rubbing oil onto the top part of Rowana's stomach, lifting up each ponderous, sore, milk-swollen tit that rested on the bulging belly to get at the stretched skin underneath.

"Kind of speedrunning the whole pregnancy thing, isn't he?" the Uruk-Hai said. "I mean, if you build a breeder, you expect a couple bones thrown to the people whose fetish is breeding."

"Pacing, I suspect," Rowana said. "The first chapter was a full turn, even though it wasn't described as a turn per se, and the second chapter also ends with a nap, so that's effectively turn 2. And at the moment, the interest is less an all-consuming need to breed and more of a gamer's desire to do well. Like other isekai-type stories, we don't really get a sense that the protagonist is put out by their new life or the requirements of it, but neither do we get the sense that they're really into it and getting off on being the big bad seeder demonlord. Speaking of kinks:"

I had access to a bevy of classic status effect spells, and some not so classic debauched ones to boot, but I didn't have a bimboification curse.

"I'm not sure," the pregnant woman said, "if Wrynn actually likes bimbos, or even the idea of bimbofication in the abstract. Like, there's a lot layered into the bimbofication business, a combination of body modification, mental corruption, and degradation toward a specific archetype, and while it has broad appeal on different axes, I'm not sure that he's really pursued any of them here. Does he want intelligent, capable women degraded into big-titted, dim-witted sluts, or does he feel that there's some cultural expectation that demon lords want bimbos? It's weird to say that in a first-person narrative we aren't seeing enough of the inner life of the protagonist, but we haven't seen them get really excited and yearning for anything yet, so it's hard to see what turns them on."

Okay, who am I to judge, I haven't even picked a name yet.

"Yeah, but he is aware enough to realize a few things," Azzie pointed out. "Like not naming the protagonist."

"And while I think more could be done to build tension if the pace was slower, I can't argue that things don't happen in this story," Rowana admitted. "A Dwarven adventurer is knocked out, knocked up, and dwarfcow'd within a paragraph or two."

I had decided to test out some of the Body Modification spells on my new cow and now she sported cute little horns and hooves instead of feet like her daughters would.

"Hucows and cowgirls are another of those broadly popular kinks that tend to go unexamined in fiction," Azzie said, as her green hands moved up to massage Rowan's teats. The dark, protuberant nipples showed white drops already, ready to release their liquid bounty. "People understand that lactation is associated with pregnancy, that **** lactation emphasizes powerlessness, and association with cows reinforces subordination, lack of intelligence, etc. It's less that people want to fuck cows than they want women who are reduced to a function. It's a power play, and an adjunct to breeding kink."

"The nameless protagonist does seem to enjoy the sight and sound of the dwarf reduced to a milchcow," Azzie observed, her own dark eye fixated on Rowana's udders as she gave a little squeeze. A hot white burst splattered drops of raw milk across the Uruk-Hai's face, and the greenskin opened her mouth wide and stretched out her tongue to catch more.

I picked a volume that detailed the adventures of one such machine that sounded like a mobile fortress full of conversion gear snatching up anyone it came across with metallic tentacles and leaving pregnant bimbos in its wake, and settled back on my throne to read and wait.

"That sounds...familiar," Rowana said. "Going to assume that's a deliberate callback. Good show, Wrynn!"

Over the course of the next day my cow grew more and more pregnant as her four children really stretched her out. They each topped out at only half her size not counting her massive milk tanks, but with four that meant two of her in total. By the time she gave birth her belly was lifting her further off the ground than her breasts were and her agonized Mooing had driven me to put her to sleep.

"We're not going to bring up realism here, because it's a fantasy isekai story," Azzie said as her hands moved down Rowan's sides, tracing the flesh the Ranger had put on while eating for three. "But it's worth mentioning that we're firmly in silly porn trope territory here, real wink-wink, nudge-nudge, I-bet-you-know-who-the-artist-Sparrow-is kind of stuff. And if you can fap to that, maybe you can fap to this."

With one last thrust I pierced her cervix and filled her womb as she screamed in ecstasy.

"Case in point," Rowana said dryly. "This is some bad manga anatomy sex. Not that we have that in Middle-Earth."

"They say the crypt was once the resting place of respected Dwarven dead until it got too crowded and the bones rebelled. They say that the bones joined to created a terrible undead monstrosity that killed anyone that entered and added their bones to it making it bigger and stronger, that it would rampage across the countryside killing and consuming all it found but it had made itself too big to get out. They say there are also bone servants of the monster that roam the outer corridors armed with the equipment of the honored dead. Everyone in the guild knew not to go in for any prize, that no one ever comes out again. He must have been really good to die outside far enough they didn't drag him back in. Or maybe they were waiting until he was just bones."

"Rival dungeon," Azzie noted as her hands gripped Rowana's hips. They had spread more as the twins had grown, pushing her body apart from within. "Good plot development. Gives something to focus on. Keeps the plot moving. And it's a challenge, since the nameless dungeon lord is very specifically vastly more powerful in his lair and not so much outside of it. Would have been interesting if he hadn't bred the Dwarf prospector and had her tunnel to the next dungeon, extending his influence that way."

Oh great, I know that smell, he's pissed himself. I'm supposed to start a cult with this? Goddess preserve me. He groveled and, sputtered and, whined before getting out anything coherent.

"Telling versus showing," Rowana noted, as Azzie added more oil to her palms. "The nameless protagonist mentions the smell before actually experiencing the smell. That happens, but not good practice."

This guy had brought his own sister to be sacrificed and was willing to do the same for his daughter? Ugh. And I'm the monster.

"I'm not saying evil shouldn't have standards, but the nameless demon lord knocked up his own daughters and drank their breast milk with breakfast," Azzie noted. "And is it just me, or does **** lose some of its flavor when it just happens? Again, there's no underlying emotional core here. These characters act out their kinks, but they don't have the really fucked up psychology to fully enjoy them, or to express that enjoyment."

"Which probably speaks well of Wrynn," Rowana replied.

How many guards in this little town, and it's name as well?

"We don't get the name of the town, but also nameless dicklord is lucky this guy is an idiot, or he'd be wondering why the all-powerful dungeonmaster doesn't know what's going on beyond his own dungeon," Azzie said as her thumbs worked the oil into Rowana's underbelly. The mere touch of that taut flesh made the naked Uruk-Hai bare her tusks, pressing on the skin until she could feel the womb just beneath.

And of course the book with the clever little slime ended in another cliffhanger. Someone was going to pay for this.

"Wrynn really should do masochist reviews," the pregnant woman said. She shifted her weight forward, so she could spread her thighs and give her wife a look at something else that needed oiling. "Has a knack for it."

I showed my girls the large pink onahole the Cleric had become. It still bore her cute facial features on a surprised looking face. The limbless body had shrunk to more pleasing proportions but had maintained her big fat tits and then shrunk further until the whole thing was only a little longer than my erect phallus. The best part she was fully conscious and aware of her surroundings, a living onahole and mana battery for my pleasure.

"Not to throw stones," Azzie said. "Because sex-toyification is far from unique to this story, but it really feels like this would be a good scene to have had from the Cleric's point of view. At least she might evince some proper horror and excitement at her situation. The whole transformation took less time than that fucking Owl with the Tootsie Pop."

"If there is a single proper criticism of this story, it does seem to be that Wrynn doesn't exactly linger on the sexy times. They're not perfunctory or absent," Rowana added. "But they lack feeling."

If I'm being honest I had been thinking of getting her a sexy milkmaid outfit and fuck it naked is sexy.

"Playing Sauron's advocate, a lot of these kinks make more sense when we remember the nameless protagonist is supposed to have been some sort of NEET gamer whose idea of sexytimes came from a box of tissues and exhentai," Azzie mused. "Not that we have that in Middle-Earth. But we don't get that level of introspection."

I figured it wouldn't take much of having her lick my spooge off of a naked green body to make her a willing ****. She could consider herself a lesbian (if they even used that word in this world) all she wanted as far as I was concerned so long as she was loyal.

"Didn't knock anyone up this chapter," Rowana observed. "Of course, keeping track of the characters when pregnancies last a max of 2-3 chapters is no doubt part of that. We're on chapter 11, and it's been almost a week in the story, I think."

My daughters were very excited to introduce my daughters to me. And if that sentence hurts your brain welcome to my new life.

"I rather like the occasional snide aside," Azzie said. "The bemused, ironic detachment of being essentially a bad guy in an erogame. Not exactly affably evil, but also not...I dunno. Edgelordy about it."

Watching her mother being cowified might almost distract Alanna from a belly full of Orc spawn.

"This is as close as we come to a weirdly specific fetish, and that's because Alanna is racist against Orcs," Rowana said. "A concept which sadly we do have in Middle-Earth. Of course, the nameless protagonist doesn't have any Orcs, but I think he can chose to impregnate her with Orcs, which is, ah..."

"Kinda hot," Azzie said, as a green hand cupped her wife's crotch.

"Yeah," Rowana admitted. "I have to admit, knowing my father was a racist prick and will be wailing in the halls of his fathers at having half-Orc grandkids does make the pregnancy a little more tolerable."

"My Dungeon spawned a library full of books, a whole bunch of histories among them. Didn't you put them there? And that reminds me what's up with all the cliff hangers in the fiction section?!"

"Asking the important questions," Azzie said with a grin, as one oiled finger slid effortlessly into her wife's slit.

Oh great, a world spanning dungeon spawning ancient AI overlord and she's bored. Fuck me.

Rowana's cheeks reddened. She squeezed tight, just enough to make her wife struggle to extract her finger.

"It's a nice plot twist. Good bit of worldbuilding," the pregnant woman said. "Credit where credit is due."

Also Brigitte was now ten foot tall. She couldn't use her armor at all now but she still thought it was pretty cool.

"Fair," Azzie said slid the finger in and out, in and out, letting the oil mix and mingle with the already slick and ready slot. Teasing the poor pregnant woman who wanted more. So much more.

Orcs were born small but five of them was still a good sized brood and 24 hours a short time to grow them.

Rowana snorted. "Twenty-four hours? Try forty weeks, dicklord."

"Nor are they small," Azzie said with a grin. Her free hand rubbed the taut, glistening stomach as she slid a second finger into her wife's cooch. "Think how much they'll stretch this pretty pussy. I'll bet I could get both hands in..."

That calmed her down "Really? You're not going to make me a mindless cocksleeve after I've given birth?"

"It does sound a bit weird when you just say it out loud like that," Rowana admitted.

Eventually it slowed enough so that Brigitte was able to cleave it's head off in a single blow taking the fight right out of it even if it did keep twitching. I tore through it's ribs exposing it's massive heart which I then tore out. Holding it in one hand my God's Eye told me this was indeed a Dungeon Core.

"The action," Azzie said, as she established a pussy-pounding rhythm with her fingers. "Is okay. It's not a very action-oriented story, but the fight scenes are more than just perfunctory. They're not great, there's no sense of drama or real expectation of loss. But things get hurt, they bleed, and then they die. Combat is a three-act story in miniature."

"Might I have exploded? Will this one make me explode? Is exploding at all on the table? I'd really like to know."

"Has the nameless protagonist made any women explode yet?" Rowana said. "I think there were a few climaxes, but nothing that messy."

"I'm just trying to follow the plot," Azzie admitted. "Easy to lose sight of the big picture when it's largely about building a bigger dungeon, breeding more minions, and corrupting anyone with a functional uterus. Surprise they haven't tried to turn the nearby town's men into women yet."

"Give it time," Rowana said, her milky breasts beginning to wobble as the Uruk-Hai's thrusts shook her body.

"New User Asmodeus accepted."

"That took a lot of chapters for something cribbed from medieval demonology," Azzie said. "Not that we have that in Middle-Earth."

"You'd prefer Sauron?" Rowana huffed.

By the time I blew and swelled her stomach out as big as her whole body the Symbol of Submission was complete stretching now over her expanded womb.

"Big and swollen, full of cum, like a great balloon," Azzie said, her whole hand pistoning knuckle-deep as she watched the swollen stomach wobble. The twins were awake, pressing against their mother from the inside, and Rowana bit her knuckle to repress a moan. "Cumflation is one of those fascinating kinks, isn't it? Cartoonish, and yet...something that plays with the imagination. All that cum, all that virile seed, superhuman levels of virility swimming around in your snatch, pushing you to your physical limits and beyond. Such appeal."

"Th-that's all we have time for now," Rowana stuttered. "T-tune in next time for when we finish...oh Valar preserve me..."