Now you're fucking with portals.

“What?” There was no fear in Tricia's voice; not yet.

“I’m going to get you pregnant- but don’t worry! It’ll just be one baby this time... I think-“

“What?!”

Moira slowly stood, her teeth gritting as she made the effort. “We... cannot... abide such...”

“Don’t worry, Moira: I wouldn't leave you or Lily out of this.” John slipped the crown of his dick into Tricia’s entrance, catching her breath... but kept it there like the fat, menacing stone of flesh that it was. Taking care not to insert himself any deeper, John eased himself to sitting on the debris-strewn floor between the humans. “Tricia,” he whispered as he looked up at the slack-jawed blonde, “what’s wrong?”

“T-This is... I wasn’t ready... I’m not ready for this...!”

Moira opened her mouth to support the mage, but a high-pitched squeal was all that she managed. She breathed hard through her nose as she covered her mouth, and stared down to where John’s hand had snuck under her.

“How can I make you ready, Tricia?” John slowly groaned as he prodded her hymen. A steady stream of her moisture trickled down his shaft, and her face hid any hesitation beneath a struggle to not give in completely to her orgasm. “Why don’t we just have sex... and we can worry later about making babies?”

Sweat dripped down the Gorbachev’s head. He won’t... stop... so I can’t... I can’t say yes... but maybe if I... just a little... Her resistance was worn to powder, and a hesitant nod of her head was followed by her bracing for the pain of losing her purity...

“Moira, come sit on this.”

“What?!” came the chorus of all three women. Tricia stared at his cock, still topped with her displaced delicates sticking out of the bottom-half of the hand calculator and mirrored on the top-half with the succubus’ own virgin folds. The glistening pink lips twitched with anticipation, and John motioned Moira towards the diminutive throne.

“You would... have me disgrace my... self...”

“You’re my wife, Moira,” John corrected, “and I can’t put it in you yet... but at least this way, you can pretend I’m doing that, and ride me in a way that's just like it... and it'll also feel good...”

"If you expect me... t-to say yes to so vulgar... a request... you'll soon learn that even I have my limits, John... Newman!" Moira held her head high, and managed as strong a pose as she could, resting on folded legs as she could feel the mess she was making on her own shins.

John returned her glare... and frowned so slightly as to be missed. "I just thought it would be a rare chance for us to hold each other... you know... as husband and wife."

"Guh..." Moira squinted down at him, her lips curling into a growl as she tried to hate the manipulative wretch before her.

The Warden slowly rose, whimpering as she tried, and failed, to keep herself from slowly stepping over John. Tricia and Lily both began to pant, not ready for the absurd scene before them. The Warden trembled, and bit her lip as she took tiny, forbidden steps to hover her holy hole over John’s most intricate **** device. “Lady... help me...”

“There’s no Lady here today... just me.” John stretched his arms out, as if to be hugged as he laid on his back. “Now come... and consummate our vows, if only sort of.”

If she... if she... if she...! Tricia’s brain was trapped in a loop. Lily, nearly hyperventilating at the thought of touching the flesh of a Warden, trembled too with hope that Moira would squat against her tunneled tunnel entrance. A droplet fell from Moira, and shot a thrill through the succubus as it half-landed, half-drooled onto her swollen clit.

Moira seemed near tears as she eyed her newlywed partner. “This... This never... leaves this place, John-“

“I’d be killed if it did.”

“Lady preserve us, you would be...!” Moira slowly squatted down towards John’s cock and the censoring, bizarre knot of reality and cunts that topped it... and her knees shook as if rocked when her pussy kissed that of a demon. She pressed her labia against the calculator - pressed Lily's pussy against her own - pressed the whole structure down a bit more on John's meat as it threatened to push through Tricia's hymen and deliver some improbably large payload into her fertile snatch.

His semen production has been proven to be... and if it's... ovulation will last 24-48 hours, possibly longer... Gorbachev heritage has proven to have a 13% observable increase in fertility... if he... if he... if he...! Tricia's brain entered another loop, and she wrestled with trying some final plea with the redhead threatening to steal her virginity by proxy. "P-... Please let him pull out, Moira... Moira...!"

"I... I..." Moira couldn't make so hopeless a promise. I... I'll do my best... I'm sorry, Tricia... it's all I can-!

The succubus' poison slipped deeper into her as they slid against one another, and John's gesturing made it nearly impossible to stay half-squatting over his cock.

"Oh... it's... it's tearing-!" Tricia groaned, though any pain was lost in her present state. Lily wordlessly rubbed against the pale back of the fourth wife, closing her mostly-blind eyes to just imagine it might be John as she spasmed against the healer in her arms and againsts the Warden several feet away.

"Moira... do you want my help?"

Moira's eyes rolled back towards the front of her head to try and see the man she married. She nodded quietly, and John rose up, pressing the twat-toting toy more firmly against her muff, and sat up to bury his face in her breasts. Her whine of protest was stifled as he grabbed her hips.

"Ah-!" It was all Tricia could get out before she felt John finally tear through her and continue inching upwards towards her waiting womb. John groaned as the vice grip of the virgin threatened to make him come before he even got to her end, and his groans indicated as much. "Moira-!" Tricia begged.

It was time for Moira to save Tricia... except that her own fantasy was starting to take root. John... is between my legs. I'm not wearing my belt... my God... we're... we're...! "John-!" Moira answered. In imagining that his inches were filling her instead of the woman next to their coupling, pretending that he had taken the Warden's maidenhead instead, Moira could only grind herself down harder and faster, squeezing John's sides with her legs as she tried to bury him, the calculator, and the succubus' slit deeper than even he was originally willing to go. Moira had forgotten all about Tricia's plight, and speared the poor Gorbachev's cervix with John's girthy length.

"Fuck, I'm going to come-!"

"Not... inside me," Tricia pleaded in a half-hearted moan.

"Let it out inside me!" Moira cried in his ear, shoving his face into her breasts.

"What about inside meeeee?" Lily whined.

John gasped as the pressure shot up his cock, threatened to be kept inside by the virgin, orgasmic grip of the best healer in Springfield... and moaned into Moira's chest as he blasted baby batter against the entrance of her womb, kissing the tiny gap with far more cum than it could hope to take in. The stuff sprayed down around his meat and back onto his lap, staining the bottom of the calculator with his seed as Moira continued to root him into Tricia with her own gyrations. Lily's pleas didn't prevent her own orgasm, and her spray ejaculated into Moira as readily as a man's seed, if not with the same permanent effects. Pure demonic taint filled the Warden's quim, causing it to drizzle down onto John's flesh and repeat the cycle of poisonous lust.

But to Moira, amidst her delusions, that ejaculate was as fertile as the young Gamer's seed. "He's... he's letting it out inside...!"

"... inside of me," Tricia whined. "... Why... why does it feel so...?" Tricia felt her head being turned suddenly, and offered only more confused gasps as Lily's mouth found hers.

Lily's serpentine tongue twisted and twirled around Tricia's, and the inexperienced blonde breathed erratically against her new assailant. "I'mb thorry," Lily managed before unraveling from Tricia's mouth, "I just... I just want... you to show me what it feels like... and you're getting so hot that I..." Lily dropped her excuses as Tricia, giggling as if drunk, invited the tingling of the demon's saliva back into her mouth by kissing her back. Lost in the new flavor, the Gorbachev turned to face Lily, reveling in the feeling of her deathly pale breasts pressing against inhumanly pink ones of her new, fellow wife. Their lithe bodies tangled in one pairing as Moira continued to embrace John, forgetting all about the Order, the demon she needed to slay, even her oaths... and she began to rise.

She was going to let the calculator off. She was going to stop fantasizing about fucking John, and fuck the Hell out of John.

His hands gripped her hips, and slammed her back down, earning a surprised cry of pleasure from Tricia, then Lily, and then Moira. "I made you a promise," he gasped between the heavy tits of his bride, "and I know you would hate yourself if I let you break it for me."

"But... I want... it..." Moira whimpered, drunk on aphrodisiac, drunk on the strange influence of a Gorbachev, drunk on Lily's essence of lust, drunk on marriage, and even drunk on something like love.

"We'll talk about it when you're better," he urged her. "Besides... I'm not done with you..." Moira gasped as his fingers suddenly dug into her asshole and tugged, urging his meaning. She gripped those invading digits as she suffered another orgasm, spreading more of the mixture of her cum and Lily's onto John, poisoning him further, and driving another orgasm into Tricia. The Gorbachev could no longer react save to press a hand against her belly, as if to gauge her chances of not leaving here a mother, or to feel the outline of the rod trapped inside her that now pulsed new life into her womb. It was all she could manage while Lily and her rolled on the floor, the former's secretions now so thorough as to bathe Tricia, leaving her pallid flesh glistening with essence.

A pop-up appeared before John... this time of an ovum, as it did for Vanessa's quest only two nights ago. John blinked with a surprised, almost worried chuckle at the cartoonish diagram of Tricia's waiting egg.

4500/4500
261% chance

The helpless egg floated in a plain background of pink, and slowly a wave of cartoonish sperm cells began to encroach on its half of the portrait. "I... tried- ok," John chuckled a bit too merrily, "ok... so I didn't really try, but... God that felt right..."

Tricia could barely make out his words, and soon the two lithe figures rolled into Moira and John's coupling, letting John's right hand travel across their proffered hills as he continued to feed more needless seed into his quest-related receptacle.

The army of John-Jizz slammed into its target.

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999% chance

"Congratulations, Tricia," he breathed, stroking her hair. She suddenly rose up as if called, and pressed her face against Moira's tit if only to try and kiss her husband. He obliged her, and the whole party mixed their flesh and fluids as the rain of pop-ups began to pour for John.

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