John still swears he’s not into cuckolding.

Regan’s cotton robe had been laid flat and narrow by the golden rim of the southwestern pool at the center of the temple. At that same edge meditated John, caressing and cradling Regan’s head, as they both idly watched her body bathe.

No one questioned why the bathing pools were so good at their job; whatever their power, all the excess and stink sluiced off the bodies that entered them, and the crystal-clear waters were never soiled for long under the watchful care of the cleric spirits. The water was also potable, though no one thirsted save John. And now he idly kicked his bare feet in its cooling depths as he appreciated Regan recovering from their excursion.

The teen in his grasp, inseminated as she was, still felt some embarrassment as he peered at her form, but it was his wish... and hers, if she was honest. What wasn’t her wish, however, was the public viewing; no one was particularly interested in her bathing, headless body, of course…

“Hmmmmpf…”

… with one red-skinned exception. Lily sniffled jealously from where she sat, her hands clutching the nearby balusters framing her shiny-eyed face like marble prison bars. John had already refused her request to join... though watching her life total shrink by two as she loitered in envy reminded him that he still had other priorities before returning to reality.

“How did you normally secure your head while you showered?” John suddenly asked. “I mean, when you had both at home.”

“Ah’ve only bathed in a tub,” she explained, grateful for the distraction, “and kept my head on a pillow set on the toilet so ah could make sure ah got everything. Ah always liked showers, but they’d be so much trouble...”

John smiled gently at that as he continued to pat her hair. “Well, if I bundle up your clothes and leave your head here on it, will you be alright? I need to take care of a few more things.”

“Mm-hmm,” she quietly agreed.

Leaving her as he promised, John conveyed Lily to his sanctuary before blinking there himself. Naked and already spread for him, Lily trembled with excitement on his bed.

He was sure he had teleported her to the floor, however, and only a few seconds had passed between spells. The instinct to fuck on this girl... “Lily,” John began, “we need to talk.”

Quietly she closed her legs... and leaned forward against them, compressing her naked body in a teasing pose that barely hid her privates. “What about, Master?”

This Gamer’s Drive is something else… how am I still horny after Clay and Regan? “If we... if we have sex, you’ll probably die. You know I don’t want you to die, right?”

“Of course,” she demurred, her golden eyes cast to his feet, “but I think I could survive now... right?”

“I don’t know... and experimenting means you’d need to drain a lot, and from someone who can take it... and thanks to your upgrade, from someone who I don’t mind losing to a wild libido score… unless…”

A minute later…

Juniluny’s legs dangled over the edge of the triage bed after John plopped her on there with only the barest explanation; now she waited, tensely and unhappily, for the judgment of nothing less than the real angel in the room. Clay only ceased her fiddling with the drawers when she found what she was after. The small crystal, slightly blue and coarsely ripped from some earth, bore a golden light within.

(Temple) Stone of Spirit’s Peace: major magical implement. Permits an angel to cleanse a creature of demonic influences on their intelligence, wisdom, charisma, or libido. No matter how many times it is attempted, each time the angel may remove up to [100 – (demon’s level – angel’s level]% of such influence. Temple artifacts like these do not work outside of their implementing rooms.

It was more particular than John had hoped for—and like all things in the triage, was probably only there because of Clay—but it would do. He waited silently by the triage entrance as he watched; Lily remained at the sanctuary, futilely sniffing at John’s sheets in the hope of catching some scent the cleric spirits didn’t cleanse. Clay held the crystal up to Juniluny’s head until its ragged edge touched the halfling’s forehead… and a firecracker-like spark of blue blasted from the crystal, surprising all but the stone-faced angel who caused it.

Clay uses the Stone of Spirit’s Peace on Juniluny, removing 10 points of libido.

John held back the urge to pump his fist in celebration; Juniluny noticed it immediately, however, and quickly shot at him, “I don’t see why I’m the one you must use! That ditzy demon deviant could fuck anything in here! She could fuck the wireframe bear you keep!”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself enough,” John taunted, “even if that’s a good reason not to let you have at her…”

“Let the rest of this horny sodding temple have her!”

John narrowed his eyes. “Like Tara?”

“Not like Tara!” came a yelled rebuke from somewhere behind John.

“You could ask around at least before you consign my craft to concubinage for crazed creatures!” Juniluny huffed in frustration before leaping down from the bed. “I’m a scholar, damn it, not just a repository for your pleasures! Those endowed rabbit men could have her, for one.”

“I doubt they’d want to,” John retorted. “Besides, girl on girl is hotter.”

“Ugh,” Juniluny groaned, “you vacillate between base bastard to clever creature more than anyone could bear…”

“Hey now, I don’t make the rules… oh, but I do, don’t I?” John chuckled as he walked out of the triage.

Juniluny scampered after him. “Fine, then what about Vok? Or the ogre? Hell, the mimic could take your appearance and fuck her too!”

“That’s…” John paused as his finger was raised to the ceiling. “… That’s not the worst idea you’ve had… but it’s still someone else having sex with Lily… though I guess it doesn’t bother me when it’s girls…” The mass-marriage orgy flashed to mind; John smiled at that pleasant, half-remembered event.

“She’s a succubus; it shouldn’t bother you at all if it’s a male ****. Think of it as… ranching!”

“Ranching?”

“You’re just putting a bull to a sow,” Juniluny chuckled, “and letting the sow take from the bull far better than she could from another sow. I bred my finest creations by letting compatible genitalia mix… along with some help from the binding spells of-”

“No one is going to breed Lily,” John calmly retorted, “and besides, why would that be better? She can get orgasms from you forever, as opposed to any of the men here.” Besides me.

“She’s… she’s a gods-damned succubus, Master, not an incubus!”

John paused his slow walk towards the sanctuary and turned to regard the halfling. Overhead, the other succubus in his temple hovered quietly in a reclined position, her wings unmoving; the Almiraj, squatting in their tight circle, were only a few yards away in the corner; and Fairy, ever shadowing John, simply leaned on his statue in her best effort to appear uncaring. John’s mind slowly registered the sudden dearth of presence in the temple center beyond these entities; had most retired downstairs into the barracks? It made sense, he supposed.

“She still drained from you,” John pointed out, “even if it did take… hmm, quite a bit of time, even for the small health pool she had before…” Shit, how many days would it take for her to regain her health from Juniluny now?

“Exactly. But give her a male, and she’d drain from him far more efficiently! ... Probably.”

“Probably?”

“That’s what they’re made for!”

Yulie only chuckled from above.

“Is that true, Yulie?”

“It is for me,” the blonde sighed as she continued to lazily hover, “but that only matters when I lay with my victim.” Her words dripped with some kind of uneasy lust, even as she muttered, “The difference fades when I’m eviscerating them… but the flavor of a man is always better, be it blood or semen that I draw from them.”

If men are more efficient… but Hell, that’d mean another cock in the mix… But why did John care? Even if it was less sexy than girl-on-girl, he ultimately had no issue sharing with women. Sure, John never liked “cuckolding” porn, but then “cuckolding” never contemplated both subjects being the complete and subservient slaves of the “cuck.” Given the utilitarian need, the absolute control by John, and Lily’s apparent dedication to him over all others… was there any good reason not to get her healthy faster?

John’s eyes drifted to the Almiraj… and thinking of Vok or Durr, both huge-bodied and probably dangerously hung, made him realize the Almiraj were among the “safe” entries he had besides the Giggle-foots. If they even have genitalia… Imagining the small, beachball-sized horrors gangbanging Lily was not a welcome mental image, dicks or not. There was also Thumalk, of course, but he’d probably be too fragile for the job, even with a level-up.

Whatever John did, he already had ways to ensure that the chosen “donor” would neither perish from HP loss nor permanently lose their minds to lust; now he just needed someone big enough to tank it. He considered the Almiraj each in turn until he came upon the weakest...

Greenpaw
Level 12 Warrior
HP: 550/550
MP: 210/300
XP: 0/4,750 (TP: 1,201,595)
Stats: Str 25, Agi 40, End 20, Int 10, Wis 9, Cha 8, Lib 30
Skills: Almiraj Combat Style lvl4
Qualities: None
R/S: -79
The male Youngblood of a hunting pack of the Juuvak, a hornless variant of the Almiraj that have evolved a natural magical ability, opposable thumbs, and long, powerful bodies. Even this youngster is a formidable warrior with a natural talent for clairvoyance. He has grown restless in his predicament and longs for companionship.

John shook his head on seeing the training XP the “weakest” of the rabbit men had stored. Christ, that’s right: Greenpaw trained with Tricia and the others, I just never had the time or care to give him an upgrade. I don’t even have enough master XP to use up all of his training… nor would I, right? But the reason was clear enough: if it wasn’t Greenpaw, then it would have to be one of the girls (inefficient), Thumalk (weak), one of the giant men (possibly dangerous for Lily’s body), or the mimic (creepy, and if it even counted as male). The other two Almiraj, having too little experience to become viable, were also no good for the job.

“Alright… Greenpaw, come with me.”

The youngest of the Almiraj, unsure of John’s intent, followed obediently all the same. He loped spear in tow wearing his loincloth; it remained the only shred of decency he had left after the battle against Vok’s people. A moment later, Greenpaw stood tall at the center of the training pit. John looked the Juuvak over, wondering where Abyssal evolution would take him. Rather than sink all his points into this project, however, John left some in reserve.

Greenpaw will become level 33 and have 695,595 training XP remaining. Is this OK?

“Cripes, it better be.” John slammed the OK button without another word.

The purple light that enveloped Greenpaw was wildly brief… and none followed.

Greenpaw has leveled up… Greenpaw is now level 33!

John dismissed the normal, initial pop-up burst and waited… and waited… but no evolution message came up. John grumbled as he read Greenpaw’s sheet, “Really? All that and-!”

Greenpaw
Level 33 Psychic Warrior
HP: 2,710/2,710
MP: 1,011/1,011
XP: 0/57,800 (TP: 695,595)
Stats: Str 52, Agi 70, End 43, Int 16, Wis 12, Cha 18, Lib 39
Skills: Almiraj Combat Style lvl20, Almiraj Advanced Combat Style lvl5
Spells: Farseeing lvl2, Hunter’s Strike lvl10, Thoughtpeek lvl7
Qualities: Almiraj Instinct, Prescience
R/S: -79
The male Youngblood of your Almiraj pack, though now its strongest member. His talents with clairvoyance have become more realized and evolved under your tutelage. He has grown restless in his predicament and longs for companionship.

“… and I guess that’s what we have to show for it.”

GAMER XP: 155,850
MASTER XP: 369,051

Greenpaw sniffed the air and blinked wildly as he looked all around him. The temple had blossomed with yet more beauty and foulness to his senses, and the air around John filled with the possibilities that man could produce. The spear in Greenpaw’s grip had grown lighter, the tension in his legs vanished, and he could sense, with some newfound frequency, the movements and motions of his enslaver. What had the Gamer done to him with hardly a word of explanation? Not what he had done to the others who left this place so visibly changed… “And yet… I am changed,” the young Juuvak whispered. He wished he knew his master’s plans…

Greenpaw tried to use Thoughtpeek on you, but you’re immune.

“But I’m still your master,” John clarified, “and you can’t use that skill on me.”

If Greenpaw knew what he was doing, his features did not betray any shame or regret at being caught. He thought to his brothers-

Greenpaw uses Farseeing.

… and his senses were all brought there, around the corner, where his brothers quietly meditated without him. The effect fell away as the Almiraj panicked, returning his senses to his present place. “What… what is this?”

“Your new powers,” John explained, “because I’ve given you the strength you earned with Tricia and the others. But for now, you’re going to carry out a mission your weaker brothers cannot.”

Greenpaw straightened at that. Weaker? He clenched his empty fist. Somehow, it seemed… true. Then was he truly stronger? Greenpaw suddenly bolted forward, only surprising John for a split second before the Gamer relaxed and let the spear come flying at his face. Its tip stopped inches short from John’s right eye; Greenpaw, his muscles frozen, looked more stunned at his own speed than his inability to finally kill his master.

“Did you get that out of your system,” John asked, “or is this going to be a problem?”

“It… will not be so,” came the defeated rabbit’s sigh.

John nodded. “Good. I’m going to have you be a sex **** to Lily once I’m done… visiting her, and also to help keep her stable and healthy while I’m away, though only when she asks. You’ll be healed afterwards or during these sessions by Clay, the angel in the triage, or else by Tita. If it turns out this isn’t any better for her, however, you’ll be dismissed from this role. Do you understand?”

“I understand… and I… I ask that you reconsider.” John squinted his eyes at the rabbit man… and was shaken a bit as the Almiraj placed his spear on the ground, kneeled… and bowed his head until his huge ears touched the floor along with his forehead. Greenpaw sat in complete prostration and, with a slight tremble to his voice, again asked, “Master… please do not **** me to lay with any but the one I love.”

The moment had such desperation, such tenderness to it… that John almost missed the dual cackling laughs suddenly ringing from the temple square. Fairy and Yulie both had apparently heard the **** plea… and their petty reaction as the Almiraj trembled made John pity the the latter. But was this enough reason to leave Lily to one of the lesser choices? “This isn’t for love, for what that’s worth…”

“I still wish to only lay with the one in my heart, Master… however strange that may appear to your kind.”

It took John a moment to realize what the rabbit meant, and why. “Yeah, you… shouldn’t necessarily take my habits as the model example…” John rubbed his chin in contemplation… and, imagining how it must feel to be deprived of whoever was the rabbit’s lover back home, John knew he had to relent. But fucking Hell, after sinking all this XP… how was I supposed to know...? By asking, John… I mean yeah, but really, this has never been an issue before… “What is she like?” John almost offhandedly asked, if only to further ground Greenpaw’s objection in his mind.

“She is… beautiful, and intelligent, and knows the worlds I’ve never dreamed of better than I knew my own. She has power, yet is gentle; she is strong-willed, yet loving; she is fertile and young, and I long for her body. I believe I saw in her mind growing feelings for me, the same as mine for her… but we were kept apart by duty, by guilt… and yet I still pray to the moons and stars for our future together.”

It was more than John had ever heard Greenpaw say before, and his eloquence was unexpected… and said with such a trembling prayer for relief from John’s mission to Greenpaw that the latter had all but surrendered on his intention. “What was… is her name?” John almost whispered as he awed at his minion-