He ends up distracted

There was a low groan as Verdi stirred after a mere 30 minutes of unconsciousness, the alchemist’s eyes finally opening as Fenri quickly tapped Citrinas on the shoulder, grabbing her hair and dragging her underneath the blankets before the alchemist could gain his bearings.

“Fenri what are yo-urk!” Citrinas began, only to have her head **** into his crotch, her face smothered in his balls as the scent of flowers filled her lungs, the alchemist’s scent akin to perfume rather than musky like an animal. As soon as Citrinas touched him, his body reacted as the once flat pouch containing his monstrous shafts stirred, his testicles audibly gurgling as they grew alongside his shafts. Citrinas struggled as Fenri lifted her head up, pressing her mouth against his growing shaft as she felt the flared tip **** her lips open.

The melon sized tip **** its way down her mouth, her jaw stretching painfully as she felt his cock’s flared tip **** her mouth to its limits. At the same time, a flood of precum gushed into her maw, the sheer quantity worth a dozen men’s ejaculations as she tasted floral oils interspersed in his seed. She audibly drank down the seed to avoid suffocating, the yogurt thick seed clinging to her throat and refusing to go down. Luckily for her, it was **** down into her stomach as his cocks emerged, the tentacles studding the latter portion of his cock instinctively rubbing at her throat and tongue believing themselves to be sheathed in her most sacred place. As if to add insult to injury, she felt her womb throb, as though it were angry that it was not the hole where his shaft had been sheathed.

She felt it swell deeper and deeper as her lips hit his medial ring, the knot nestled behind it nearly dislocating her jaw as she felt his flared head grow to its full size, now nestled in her stomach as it spewed its unholy payload into her waiting guts. At the same time, she felt his second shaft rest between her breasts, the sheets soaked with the unholy concoction of his precum and her breast milk. Finally, she felt the spines of his leathery sheath **** their way into her mouth, scraping her tongue as her clit erected at the harsh treatment, the 5 inch rod rubbing against the rough sheets. She felt wetness run down her legs, the arch-imago praying she merely soiled herself rather than deriving any masochistic pleasure from her current situation. Sadly, the viscosity of the fluid running down her legs was all the proof she needed to know Verdi had thoroughly corrupted her.

She squeaked as she felt something penetrate her, the slimy invader devoid of any bones as it squirmed deeper into her pussy. Had she not been fellating him, she would have assumed Verdi to be violating her as her vaginal walls coiled and stroked Fenri’s elongated tongue with inhuman movements, another change from Verdi’s potions that didn’t seem to wear off. Just when she thought she was going to go insane, Verdi began speaking, the alchemist finally awake as Fenri pulled her tongue out of the arch-imago’s drenched pussy.

“Urgh… My fucking… Dick?” Verdi said with a puzzled voice, feeling both a moist hole and plump breasts massaging his cocks. Throwing the blanket aside, he found Citrinas gagging on his shaft and filling her stomach with cum while his spare shaft slathered her abdomen with thick globules of precum “Not that I'm gonna look a gift blowjob in the mouth, but why are you sucking me off? Actually, how did I get here?” He asked as Fenri licked her lips, her tongue still coated with Citrinas’ vaginal juices.

“Oh, good evening honey. Mwah!” She said, giving Verdi a kiss on the cheeks, her show of affection startling him more than a knife to the face. At that moment Fenri let go of Citrinas’ head, letting her pull her head free as 18 inches of monstrous cock emerged from her mouth, the barbs scraping at her throat before tentacles rubbed at her tongue. Finally, his flare fell from her lips, dumping one final blast of seed down her mouth as she swallowed.

“The fuck you just call me?” Verdi asked, still stunned as Citrinas copied Fenri, giving Verdi a kiss as he screamed. “GAH! Citrinas, what the fuck!?” He said, desperately wiping at his cheek as Citrinas puffed up her cheeks, almost insulted by his over the top response to her kiss.

“What? Fenri did it too!” She said indignantly, her breath scented with flowers as Verdi removed his hand from his cheek and held it to her face.

“WELL FENRI DIDN'T GIVE ME A FACIAL WITH MY OWN CUM!” He shouted, his hand coated in viscous sperm diluted by her saliva. Citrinas blushed, rubbing at her mouth and suddenly cognizant of just how used she had become to having his semen in her mouth.

“Sorry.” She said, trying to swallow the yogurt thick ooze as his cocks continued pumping precum out in a steady trickle, leaving a puddle on the bed rather than seeping into the cloth like normal liquid.

“Seriously, what happened? How did I get here?” Even Fenri flinched when she heard him talk, his tone tinged with the slightest amount of fear. Something was very wrong with him.

“You okay?” Fenri asked, her face betraying worry Verdi returned to a confused expression.

“I’m fine, just disoriented.” Verdi said dismissively as Fenri and Citrinas shared a look, knowing that any further questioning would bear no fruit. “So what happened?”

“Congrats, you got your memories back!” Fenri said, giving him a celebratory hug as he was smothered by her chest. Rather than being overjoyed, he seemed to cower even more.

“I did!? Who was I? Did I say something important? Was I a completely different person!?” He asked urgently as Citrinas reached over, grabbing their sabotaged note on the nearby night stand.

“You didn't say much, but original you and current you are pretty much identical. He, uh, you left us, er, you a note.” She said, reaching to the bed’s nightstand and handing over the note his past self had handed them over to read. He swiped the paper and read it in a frenzy, speaking as his eyes glazed over the words.

“For simplicity’s sake, call the me with memories Verdi 2 and the me talking right now just Verdi. It’s easier this way.” He said as Citrinas frowned.

“Isn’t he technically Verdi and you’re Verdi 2?” She asked while Verdi continued to read.

“You named me Verdi. Ergo, I get to be just Verdi. He gets to be Verdi 2 until he gives our real na-WHAT THE FUCK, I’M FUCKING STERILE!?” He shouted mid-sentence, silently proving Citrinas could properly read the note. He truly was going to run into the Gates when everything was over.

“What’s the note about?” Fenri asked, feigning ignorance as Verdi angrily turned the parchment over, hoping to find something on the other side.

“FUCKING BASTARD! Only bullshit he told me is what my Blessing is, that my Blessing is why I’m a sterile amnesiac, and some sex stuff. Not my fucking name, not who the fuck I was, just this bullshit!” He said angrily, his fist crushing the parchment as he suddenly froze. Unrolling the parchment again, he traced the bottom of it with his fingers as though reading some hidden message. It was only when he touched the other 3 corners of the paper that Citrinas realized their mistake, the party alchemist’s intuition as sharp as ever.

“Something wrong?” Citrinas asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice as Fenri reached down and pinched her, silently telling her to stop talking as Verdi squinted his eyes and stared deeply at the note as though there was more to it.

“Hey, did you guys cut the bottom part of this off?” Verdi asked, now Fenri’s turn to flinch as she glared at him, hiding her shock with feigned anger.

“Why the fuck would we do that?” She asked as Verdi sighed and looked away from them, ashamed at himself at the thought of his two friends betraying him. At the same time, Fenri and Citrinas winced, the pair knowing full well that his trust was ill placed and that his intuition was correct. Citrinas shook her head, pushing her guilt aside and looking at him. She shouldn’t feel bad about keeping him from punishing himself, this was for his own good.

“I’m sorry, it was wrong to accuse you guys with no proof.” He apologized sheepishly, his face causing both girls to look away from him. “I’m just pissed past me didn’t tell me anything important, and the cut on the bottom of this sheet is WAY too clean compared to the other 3 corners.” He explained, his fingers tracing the parchment, his sense of touch beyond normal sight.

“It’s fine. You’re disoriented and scared.” Citrinas said reassuringly while patting him on the shoulder.

“So what did I say?” Verdi asked as Fenri spoke up, denying Citrinas a chance to ruin their cover. She told him everything that had occurred, taking care to omit the portion of them cutting the note and that Citrinas could read it. “Anything else?” He asked as Fenri shrugged.

“He gave us the best dick we’ve ever gotten in our lives.” She answered, her face completely genuine. Had Citrinas not known the truth, she would have believed Fenri’s answer. Despite that, Verdi seemed to be unamused.

“Nice try. I can tell when either of you are lying. You probably just got all of us naked and gave me a pet name so Verdi 2 could mess with me by thinking he cucked me.” He said, his intuition as sharp as ever before squinting his eyes and glaring at the pair. “What else did he say?” He asked as Fenri went quiet, not knowing what to say without arousing his suspicion. Lying wasn’t an option nor was deception since Verdi was perceptive enough to see through half formed tricks. If they remained silent, he may just risk asking Bell to give his memories back and having Varrick hand over the note in lieu of them. Just when it seemed like there was no hope left, an idea popped into Citrinas’ head, a way to distract him and keep him from further questions.

“He proclaimed your undying love for me and Fenri, then he called you a coward for keeping it bottled in!” Citrinas shouted as Verdi let out a chuckle, not even giving her the slightest amount of acknowledgement.

“Very funny.” He said, looking Citrinas in the eye, his bemused expression turning first to a neutral expression, then to shock, then finally to despair as he realized she wasn’t lying. "... He's lying." Verdi added in a firm voice, his voice quivering as his dirty secret was exposed.

“So, you wanna hear more honey bun?” Fenri asked before planting a kiss on his cheek, his body heating up even more as his face turned even redder. Despite a peck on the cheek being the single most innocent thing Fenri had done to him in their time together, he looked more flustered than ever as his body heated up.

“You seem angry.” Citrinas noted, his face a deep red as his embarrassment, anger, and panic mixed together.

“I’m not angry!” Verdi said angrily as Fenri gave him a deep hug, pressing her chest into his face.

“Don’t worry, I love you so much I’ll help you get **** on the guy bullying you.” Fenri said as she squeezed him. Despite how much he enjoyed playing with breasts, he seemed to heat up even more as he cringed.

“FUCK YOU AND FUCK VERDI 2!” He snapped as Fenri raised her hands non threateningly while letting him go.

“Yeesh, I’m just trying to be a loving and supporting girlfriend. No need to be so hostile.” She said as Verdi glared at her.

“You are NOT my girlfriend, we are not dating! We are fuck buddies!” He said, trying to be intimidating only to look away in embarrassment. Instead, Fenri gasped, placing her hand at her mouth in feigned disbelief, as though she were an appalled noblewoman.

“How could you say that after your romantic love confession?” She asked, pretending to be on the verge of tears from pain rather than from laughter.

“I didn't confess shit! Someone else did!” Verdi shouted, now completely uninterested in hearing more about his past self and fixating solely on hiding his affection towards the two women.

“Ah, so you wanna do it personally to us face to face. I get it.” Fenri said, nodding in understanding as Citrinas cracked a smile, the distraction working. Verdi tended to lose focus when it came to sex and his ego, and so far his ego was being wounded. All they needed was to give him some sex and he’d drop the subject entirely.

“Do you want to hear everything he said about us so you don't repeat yourself?” Citrinas offered as Verdi recoiled.

“So help me, if either of you tell me what that jackass said, I'm breeding your asses.” He said, his threat literally impotent as Citrinas spoke up the first thing in her head.

“Then I want at least 9 dozen kids by the end of the year!” She exclaimed, blushing even more at the statement, her words causing Verdi to stare at her in disbelief.

“9 dozen? What the hell is wrong with you?” He asked, Citrinas’ target number of children startling even him. She’d done the math and having at least 100 kids would be sufficient for her country’s long term health. That said, she was completely fine birthing more to help support other nations.

“9 dozen is the lower limit. I’m fine with birthing as many as my body can handle.” She answered as Fenri frowned.

“What do you mean as many as your body can handle? Do you think you can give birth to more?” She asked, more curious than anything else as Citrinas nodded, the look in her eyes sending chills down both Fenri and Verdi’s spines.

“Erosarkics impregnate a single woman with litters of up to 20 children that are birthed in a single week if the woman is properly fed, which is how we’ve been able to keep up the manpower for the wars until now. Usually, 4 to 6 children are human women while the rest are erosarkic. On average we can keep them spawning more children for at least 20 years which means roughly 2,080 children assuming they get a week of rest between births.” Citrinas explained as both Verdi and Fenri gawked at her, praying desperately that the arch-imago had grown a sense of humor..

“I’m horrified. Please, tell me more about these ungodly human-erosarkic children. Do they have the urge to impregnate all life or do they just wish to kill all life due to their origins?” Verdi asked sarcastically.

“They’re like normal humans except for the fact that every woman birthed from an erosarkic-human pairing has enhanced analytical ability and magic talent compared to their mother. The only downside is heightened libido.” Citrinas answered, not seeing the sarcasm in Verdi’s voice.

“You people are fine with this kind of stuff?” Fenri exclaimed as Citrinas nodded, not noticing the shock in both her companions.

“Of course. Seedbed duty is a great honor in my country since it shows that your skills were so valuable that it was worthy of mass production. We actually have vast murals and statues dedicated to seed beds to honor them forever.” She explained, doing nothing but terrify everyone further.

“What the fuck Citrinas? You’re human beings, not cattle! Why would you willingly let tentacle monsters impregnate you like that? And why the fuck would you make a statue of that!?” Verdi asked, wholly ignorant of the irony of his words.

“Wait. Princess, do you have tentacle blood in you?” Fenri asked as Citrinas nodded.

“Past two generations of the family had human-human pairings, but, but my great grandfather, great, great grandfather, and most of the males for the past… 500 or so years were erosarkic. Could be longer, but I’d have to look it up.” She answered, casually admitting that she was the proud descendant of tentacle monsters for half a millenia. She didn’t even seem to be ashamed of her heritage as she spoke of it. If anything she sounded proud to have as much monster blood running through her veins as Verdi elbowed Fenri.

“So, uh, you have any fun revelations you wanna tell me about your family such as you also being descended from a long line of tentacles to fight in an eternal war?” Verdi asked as the hero clicked her tongue.

“War was bad in my world but it wasn’t so bad that we were reduced to turning people into tentacle seedbeds!” She exclaimed as Citrinas threw her a dirty look.

“Don’t lie, I bet you’ve got at least some monster blood in you!” Citrinas said indignantly, unwilling to be shamed over her heritage.

“My grandfather was a wolf beastkin, but he married into the family for political reasons, NOT because we were into knotted dog cock!" Fenri exclaimed indignantly. "You’re using erosarkics to turn women into birthing factories to mass produce soldiers for an endless war!”

“How else would you meet demands for manpower without using erosarkics?” Citrinas asked indignantly, explaining the mystery of why she had always been fine with Verdi’s monster form. She was quite literally bred to take tentacle cock and descended from a long line of tentacle monsters. It was in her blood to find tentacles more appealing than fellow humans, a fact that left Verdi unsure whether to be happy to have someone like that by his side or worried that someone as insane as her was commonplace in the world.

“... Wait. You said at least 9 dozen kids. How many is your upper limit?” Verdi asked, suddenly realizing something as Citrinas tilted her head to and fro, deep in thought.

“Usually 4 of the children birthed from erosarkic-human pairings are human women while the remaining are erosarkics. If you’re the same then we could have hit 9 dozen hybrid children in 8 weeks. Healing potions help prolong fertility and since your semen has healing potions mixed into it, our upper limit would be roughly 20,800 children over the next 20 years. We might even be able to impregnate more considering you ejaculate by the gallon.” Citrinas explained, giving her math for their future lives together as tentacle and seedbed. Verdi could only stare in silence looking for sarcasm in her as Fenri perked up, hoping to join in on bullying him.

“I know I can’t beat Princess in saying embarrassing stuff about our future, but I’ll try my best.” She said with a devilish expression.

“Try what?” Verdi asked before Fenri took his chin in her hands, looking him in the eye as she spoke. Rather than being aggressive or mocking, she spoke with a beautiful, soothing voice of a woman head over heels in love.

“I love your humor and how you’re always there to save me when things are bad. I just love waking up and seeing your face since it brightens up my day. Since I came to this world, you are the only man I’ve met that I feel truly gets me. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met in both my world and this world. I can’t wait for us to settle down and start a family, human or monster. I don’t mind as long as it’s your kids.” She said, maintaining eye contact as Verdi blinked, unable to formulate a proper response as he just stared at her. The two gazed into each other’s eyes before Verdi squinted, continuing to stare her down as he spoke.

“... Another loving word from your mouths and I’m fucking the smirks off both your faces.” Verdi threatened, Fenri's gambit completely paying off as he forgot about his note’s strangely cut corner. One final blow and he'd probably forget all about the note. Fenri looked to Citrinas, silently coaxing her to land the killing blow. The arch-imago swallowed, trying to gather as much affection as she could and cross referencing it to whatever knowledge she had about seduction. Considering her knowledge to dirty talk was restricted to Alka’s jokes, there was scant little information she had. No, she did have one line she could use, a line she found in one of the romantic books Alka tried and failed to hide from them.

“Th-then come-come and uh, um, get us then.” Citrinas said, staring at Verdi and trying to make eye contact, and failing. The second she looked away, she remembered there was more to the line as she looked Verdi in the eye. She took a deep breath, and landed the final word in the phrase with all the seduction she could muster. “Stud.”

Silence falling over the room as everyone stared at the blushing arch-imago, embarrassed to have uttered such a line. It was unsure what was worse, the long pause between her final word, the eye contact, or the long silence that came after she spoke. Verdi just stared at her as Fenri began trembling, actively trying to restrain herself as tears formed in her eyes.

She was suddenly hit with an onset of the most intense pain of her life, her insides crying out in pure agony. She howled, her voice filling the castle as she rolled on the bed laughing uproariously, tears flowing down her cheeks like she were weeping at a funeral. She raised her head from the pillow, trying to say something as she pointed to Verdi, only to laugh harder when she saw Verdi's beet red face as he opened and closed his mouth, Citrinas’ cliche seductive line leaving him without words. She grabbed the pillow and screamed into it, trying to gain her bearings and only inspiring additional laughter.

At Fenri’s laughter and Citrinas’ refusal to speak any further, Verdi’s beet red face disappeared as a cloud of pitch black miasma took his place. Black tendrils shot out of the miasma and made their way to the window, latching onto the soil and draining the nutrients as the once effeminate alchemist’s body rapidly mutated into a mass of green writhing tendrils. He wrapped around the entire estate, his squirming body engulfing the building as the stone walls were overcome with thick pulsating flesh. He sent a quartet of slime coated tendrils to them, snatching them by the limbs and lifting them up in all their naked glory.

Dozens of throbbing, dripping tentacles coated in slime encircled them like hungry jackals, precum flooding the room as Verdi’s monster form unleashed several week's worth of pent up seed. While his human form had been relieved on a daily basis, they had neglected his monster form for almost their entire stay in Olskroya. It seemed he was ready to rearrange their insides, his body creeping towards them the moment he lost focus. Despite his grotesque form wrapped around them and the squirming tendrils dribbling aphrodisiac on the two women, Citrinas was too busy blushing at her own words while Fenri was still laughing like a hyena. They weren’t even perturbed by the rapidly advancing tendrils ready to defile them.

“That's it! You two are getting it now!” Several of his tentacles shouted, a multitude of injectors positioned around the two women. From what Citrinas had read, it seemed his arsenal of mutagens was FAR more vast and perverse than his amnesiac self had access to. Judging by the fluid dripping off of him, the two of them were in for a rather interesting night. Fenri spread her legs and exposed her crotch to him, still laughing as she coaxed him on.

“Yeah, give it to us stud!” Fenri shouted as Verdi let out a growl at the mere word “stud”.

“You two are becoming seedbeds today! Curse be damned, I’m finding a way to breed you two!” He vowed as Citrinas perked up.

“Okay! Try and go for at least 15 kids on our first try then!” She said, her tone as though he were offering her a slice of delicious cake rather than threatening to turn them into nothing more than wombs for his spawn. His tentacles stopped and pointed at them in an attempt at glaring at the pair without eyes.

“... You two are just out to ruin this for me, aren’t you?” He asked, somehow expressing annoyance in his “expression” despite being a mass of tentacles. Without any further fanfare he lunged forward, dozens of tendrils ready to plunge into their depths.