Azzie & Rowana Read "Devil's Throne" by Wrynn, Part 2

Rowana's face blossomed as Azzie worked in the third finger. There was that moment of relief and satisfaction as the Urak-Hai's hand stretched her cunny three knuckles wide, pinkie and thumb pressed against those spread thighs that was almost as good as an orgasm. The two women grinned at each other.

"So, picking up where we left," Rowana said. "A gamer has been isekai'd into the role of a breeder dungeon keeper, and through selectively knocking up every woman that has come into view and judiciously exploiting loopholes, has eaten several dungeon cores and come to the attention of the immortal dungeon AI and the two evil goddesses of this so-far-nameless world."

But regardless of the how I was now a level 10 Dark Inquisitor which had added a bunch of new things to my arsenal. The most interesting of them was Bane Strike which bathed someone in a beam of Back Light that worked as some kind of scan for weakness then called down a blast of what it detected upon them from above.

"I think that was supposed to be Black Light," Azzie mused, raising one finger to rub at the inside of the pregnant human's tunnel. "You know, with all that these stories like to use RPG tropes, you'd think of one them would actually write an RPG along with the story, so that they're not constantly just making up rules."

"Too much work," Rowana said. "Unless you're doing a series of erotic sexventures."

"Well just between us I have the ability to impregnate anything with a womb, no matter how sterile or incapable of giving birth. In fact my oldest children were born from the Emination you saw and she's less alive than you are."

"This would make an interesting story in itself," Azzie mused. "Imagine a guy that finds out their cum can impregnate anything. The sock they've been using to masturbate with gets lumpy and gives birth to another sock, one more organic and pussy-like. So they try it on the toaster, and the toaster gives birth. It would be surreal, perhaps horrific, but also..."

"...not the story we're reviewing," Rowana said with a smile and a squeeze. "Which is fine. For a first story, Wrynn seems to have a good idea of where they want to go and moves the plot along in that direction. There may not be a lot of love and attention given to the kinks, but they're there, and the characters have their own personalities. No complaints there."

More milk than all my cows combined, breeding Orcs by the dozens, hell I could replace my current bed with her if i wanted and she wasn't even full grown yet.

"There's an image," Azzie said, as she began to move her hand back and forth. Her other hand perched atop Rowana's gravid stomach, fingers circling the popped navel and squeezing it gently, like she would with a nipple. "Can't fault the variety, even if it is still generic fantasy kitchensink for the most part."

the village apothecary

"Did we ever get a name for her?" Rowana asked.

"It's a big cast, and I don't remember," Azzie said. "With casts like this, continual reminders of who people are and what they look like are helpful."

I had wanted some down time and thankfully the next week or so was fairly quiet.

"Time skip," Rowana observed. "Valuable plot device. Although in this case, the pacing has become erratic."

"Massive paragraphs when doing an info dump, too," Azzie observed.

I left her with a womb full of spunk that would gift her a big litter of kits then Marked each of her Kitsune magi and afterwards decided why the fuck not so impregnated each of them as well.

"There does come to a point in breeding porn where you get tired of detailing each and every impregnation," Rowana mused. "I mean, presumably. But the matter-of-factness of it all does rather take away from the miracle of life."

"Asmodeus is grinding these cunts like a first-level rogue with squirrels," Azzie said bluntly. She had taken her hand out until only the tips were still inside Rowana, and the Urak-Hai folded her pinkie and thumb into her palm. "Lotta nuts, none of them particularly special."

Having the trio watch us the whole time should have been more awkward than it was, my life is so strange now.

"We don't get a lot of introspection," Rowana noted. "But it also feels like we're basically speedrunning this dungeon keeper game, which is weird because there's 20+ chapters left."

There is some delicious irony in making a **** out of former royalty.

"While this is accurate, getting the princess to **** herself by sucking the sweat off of your balls is only really effective if you showcase how haughty she is first and then revel in her humiliation and degradation," Azzie said as she pushed her hand forward. Rowana gasped as her sloppy fuckhole, stretched as it was, was pushed open still further to take her wife's entire hand. "You need to both build up to it and dwell in it a little while."

"H-how would you do it better?" Rowana groaned as her cuntlips slid around her wife's wrist.

"Probably a more careful separation of chapters into specific missions. Focus on particular conquests. Really double down on the insatiable nature of the protagonist, how easily they get bored, or at least the constant challenges they need to face and overcome, with breeding monsters as their sole release," Azzie said.

She paused, to let Rowana get used to having an entire hand inside of her.

The rest of the month waiting for word of Citrinas's location became almost routine.

"We can't bitch about the amount of sex, but the detail is a bit lacking," Rowana said, as she struggled to spread her thighs a little wider. "It's one thing to hear that his demonic daughters give great head, but we want to see it described in a way that's enticing, that communicates desire or degradation. Something more."

"Has to have that emotional connection, as Marcie and Gina keep complaining about," Azzie said, her voice almost a purr. The Urak-Hai felt the twins stir inside the swollen stomach, little hands and feet pressing against the confines of their home. Soon enough, they'd be out in the world...then it would be Azzie's turn, for the next ones.

To be fair I now had in my arsenal, thanks to Halicarnassus, the supernatural ability to put anyone without immunities into a rut. To my knowledge Citrinas had no such thing, In fact her social awkwardness, difficulty in processing feelings, and being an unkissed virgin who had to be getting signals from her biological clock at this point meant very much the opposite.

"Making the Champion of Darkness a virgin is a choice," Rowana said. "I mean, I know we put a lot of bullshit societal expectations on virginity, but I feel like in this specific instance it's not just playing to a kink without necessarily making sense within the narrative framework of the setting, because she's supposed to be a former Champion of Light and all. Still. More could be made of that."

"Those are a lot of big words for a pregnant woman getting fist-fucked," Azzie cooed, as she began to move her hand. Rowana's rejoinder was cut off by the feeling that wasn't far from what giving birth would be like, in miniature. "I don't have a problem with her being a virgin per se, but it feels like this is another case of Wrynn using a trope without necessarily making the best use of it. Asmodeus hasn't shown any particular predilection for virginity so far. It's not like there's been any foreshadowing or character development where he puts off taking a virginity like another man puts off smoking a fine cigar."

She looked the two onaholed women over dispassionately

"Can we just take a moment and appreciate a word that has never been verbed before?" Rowana said.

The Long Dark Kiss Goodnight

"Good chapter title!" Azzie said, as she began to gently push and pull her hand inside of Rowana. "Although from a content perspective, I do wish we had more background on who Asmodeus was. It would be more interesting if he had some particular kink, some waifu obsession that really worked for him. As it is, he feels like the kind of guy who could have been reincarnated as a cowgirl farmer and happy abusing the livestock as he bred bigger and milkier cowgirls. And he talks about 'Best. Girlfriend. Ever,' but has he ever had an actual girlfriend before this?"

Obviously I like them larger.

"No itty bitty titty committee for Wrynn," Rowana said, as she gave her own pregnancy-enhanced milkers a soft squeeze, sending droplets spraying over her oiled abdomen from dark, puffy nipples. "Not that I can complain. You're fairly boobalicious myself. Again, I feel like I'd enjoy a bit more description than raw cup size."

It almost might have been **** to just make her a onahole and let her sink into oblivion, but I'd promised Amalica her daughter would take her place as my cock sleeve and I keep my word.

"Honor among dungeon keepers?" Azzie asked.

"It's hard to say. This is such a generic fantasy kitchensink world, we don't really get an idea of what's capital-E Evil versus, say, a dickmove but not going to ping the Paladin's Sense Evil," Rowana said. "Like, if this were set in the actual 1970s there would be people declaring that all homosexuals are evil and the Paladin should work as gaydar, but that doesn't seem to be the case here. So sure, bad guy keeps his word. Why not?"

Now to hope the Light didn't cheat again with some kind of epic flood to try and wipe out my children.

"Yeah, nobody wants Numenor 2.0," Azzie said sagely.

Boss you're way overthinking this.

"I feel like a diplomacy screen should have opened up," Rowana said, as Azzie began to speed up. The Uruk-Hai had that look in her eyes as if she wanted to try something.

While I was very much more focused on Dark magic now I still had my Status Effect heals from my humble Cleric days of like a month and a half or so ago. Yes that was sarcasm.

"It's not that I don't appreciate the variety or anything," Azzie said as a sixth finger tugged at her wife's labia. "But I feel like Asmodeus keeps winning. Losses have been somewhat negligible so far. I know it's the nature of protagonists to succeed against all odds, but so far the odds have not felt personally dangerous."

"Part of that comes down to the action scenes," Rowana said. "They're not bad, but they don't build up suspense. That's a problem, because you need them to feel like he'll lose, even if he can't."

I guess I was wrong about Create Greater Undead not being useful.

"Are we taking bets on how long before Asmodeus knocks up a **** Knight?" Azzie asked. Rowana gave a little grunt as her wife tugged at her labia, creating just a bit of space to begin working a seventh oiled-up finger in there.

"No bet," Rowana said, when she could speak. She knew what Azzie was doing, but wet and ready as she was, the ex-ranger didn't mind the experiment.

I pulled out my copy of the Runestone for the communication network and called in Halicarnassus, Carnadeus, Halimodeus, and Citrinas to join us and kick things into motion.

"Is that more cellphone or palantír?" Azzie asked, her head now down below the level of Rowana's belly so she could focus on stretching her wife's fucktunnel even wider. The human grinned to see that green ass waggle in the air. The only part of her she could see.

"Let's say cellphone. Got to coordinate this nascent Dark Empire somehow," Rowana said.

["]I am Loki, God of games and chance. This is my daughter Freya." Yeah I stole those names straight from Norse mythology, so sue me.

"I mean, I'm glad Wrynn didn't skip directly to breeding the Amazon queen, but at the same time the subterfuge feels silly," Azzie's voice came from behind the shifting stomach. "If they were to do this again, it would be nice to format some of the chapters to start with him impregnating his latest prize, and then telling how he got to that point. But that isn't the story we're reading."

Maybe I'd get lucky and the silly NEET would end herself. Yeah no, I wasn't that lucky. Far more likely she'd set the world on fire. Fuck.

"I feel like the obvious solution here would be for Tomoko to also be an isekai'd gamer, just a slightly less perverted one trying to focus on going home or something," Rowana said. Then she winced, as Azzie pulled a little too hard. "Hey, be careful!"

"You can take it," Azzie said, as the fingertips of her left hand brushed against her right wrist and pushed forward. "Your cunt is made to pass a baby, after all. I'm just getting you warmed up."

Maybe Carn won't leave me blue balled again this time. Yeah right.

"Blue balls. A breeder's true weakness," Rowana said. Her eyes were a little glassy now, having trouble on focusing on the text in front of her as much as what her wife was trying to stuff into her. Azzie had withdrawn her right hand so that just the knuckles stuck out, and placed her palms together. Ten fingers were buried in the pregnant woman's twat.

"Keep reading," Azzie said. "We're not done yet."

Uwu or something I guess.

"I do not think Wrynn is really committed to the hentai-obsessed gamer bit," Rowana admitted.

The second half of an experiment, the first is to see if I can get a Vampire pregnant.

"I knew it," Azzie said, almost as excited as the sight of her wife's clam sucking in her conjoined hands.

Did I even want the Dark Goddess of Power as a sex ****?

"This is as close as Asmodeus has come to true introspection in 44 chapters, and it's a one-off quickly dismissed. I don't want to say he only thinks with his dick," Rowana said, as her toes curled and her thighs spasmed uncontrollably. "I'm just saying that it would actually have been interesting if he was thinking with his dick, and had some ultimate goal like breeding a new dark pantheon. As it is, he's just slowly overrunning Unnamed Fantasy Land."

"Doing a good job of it, too," Azzie noted. "Still plowing straight ahead."

Before the Gods of Light took her and made her what she is now she was on the verge of suicide, full of depression and self doubt.

"Getting a Joan of Arc vibe," Rowana said. "Not that we have her in Middle-Earth."

Azzie had paused, letting her wife get used to it. The Uruk-Hai was getting used to it herself. All that warm meat around her fingers, wife spasming every few moments, her juices trickling down the green arms, and the whole gravid abdomen shiny with oil. Her own emerald snatch was dripping into a puddle of her own juices beneath her.

The capture of Reala was stupidly anticlimactic.

"Here, Wrynn is speaking from the perspective of the reader," Rowana said.

Halli came up to me one day looking furious inexplicably having had her mouth replaced by a second cunt.

"Think of the possibilities!" Azzie said.

Rowana winced. "We sort of did. Remember 100 Candles?"

Azzie gave a little shiver.

"Well, at least Asmodeus doesn't try to make her mouth pregnant," Azzie said.

I guess humans are humans no matter what world you're on.

"Word," Rowana said solemnly.> It was a bit spooky listening to Citrinas talking in her emotionless monotone again, sometimes I forget just how far she's come.

"Fair," Azzie said. "I feel like I should have been taking better notes."

A short bout of savage sex later I left the temple with a still sleeping Tomoko again in my arms and Mel with a bloated belly crawling after me.

"Speaking of anticlimax," Rowana said, as her wife rubbed her wrists together inside of her. "I feel like this is a good example of how we have lots of potential for sexytimes, but the actual sex is often an afterthought. It's clear Wrynn is more invested in the plot than the porn, which is fine, but the balance is a bit off."

I did mean to do more but got side tracked by other stories. I really should come back to answer some questions with at least one more epilogue.

"Individual chapter comments aside, I think for a first story, this isn't bad," Azzie said. "The main issue is that for all the sexy opportunities, the sex itself isn't quite there to be a titillating read. But at least it's complete. That's no small thing!"

"Okay, so maybe Tomoko's psychotic capitulation was a bit of a deus ex machina," Rowana said, as she shifted her legs to plant her heels on Azzie's green shoulders. "But it's not like he didn't telegraph her mental instability, so it wasn't hugely far-fetched, just more roleplay than rollplay. Hnnn."

With an effort, Rowana straightened her legs. The Uruk-Hai's hands popped out of the engorged cunt, and the greenskin fell back onto her ass, in a puddle of her own juices. Shakily, the pregnant woman staggered to her feet. She cracked her knuckles and eyed the slim green slit beneath her.

"But hey," the pregnant woman said. "There's a lot more of Wrynn's stories to review. Maybe they get better..."