A test of strength

Tallie and Bliss were a little shocked by the time Gob finally made it home. That shock didn’t last and Tallie had first dibs on his new body. Gob found he didn't worry about harming the children in her swollen belly, he instinctively knew they would be fine. In fact, he had a feeling that it would be good for the unborn children. “You got so sexy,” said Tallie as she rode on Gob’s dick. “Look at the muscles. So different from the little guy who used to peek at my panties.”

“That little guy fucked you well enough,” smirked Gob.

“True, but I like this version of you better.”

As he filled her with cum, Bliss, who had been told to watch, flung her leg over Gob’s head and put her pussy on his mouth. The smell alone drove him wild and he couldn’t resist lapping at her cunt as Tallie recovered. Tallie could see what would happen and mustered the energy to get off him and move away. As soon as he felt she was clear he roared and threw Bliss down onto the bed, hard. He pinned her by her throat and pressed himself into her. Her disobeying an order mixed with the frenzy that pussy juice put him in made him fuck her hard but then, that was what she had wanted. Her eyes rolled back from the intense stimulation.

Gob was amused by her and decided to reward her with an ass fucking. He pulled out of her, got up and picked her off the bed, effortlessly impaling her on his cock. He couldn’t see her face but he knew she was in masochist heaven. “Yes, break me,” she grunted. “Pull off my arms while you fuck me.”

Gob was bombarded with an image of what her fantasy was. It was pretty brutal and ended with her as a limbless torso strapped to his chest, permanently impaled on his cock. The shock took him out of his frenzy a little. He couldn’t do that but he could help her fantasy a little. He grabbed her arms and pulled them away from her body. It was painful and uncomfortable for her and she loved it. She continued to spout dark mutilation fantasies but he would not go that far. The pain in her arms and the rough fucking of her ass would have to be enough for this hardcore pain freak.

Afterwards, she seemed thankful that he hadn’t gone through with it. “I really did want you to but I’m glad you didn’t. That’s why you are my master,” she gushed as the two women cuddled him.

“I’m glad you came to your senses but you will have to be punished for not obeying instructions.”

“I thought that was the punishment?” said Bliss.

Gob laughed. “How can it be a punishment when it was exactly what you wanted? I think you can sleep in the shackles tonight and Tallie, feel free to **** her more than normal.”

“With pleasure,” grinned Tallie and Gob could feel Bliss grinding against him, horny again by the thought of her punishment.

That night he went to his shift. Of course, the Maou wasn’t there but it gave him an excuse to go and see Graff for a bit.

“Look at you, lad,” cheered Graff. “You’re bigger than me now but I bet you aren’t as tough as old Graff. Let’s see if those muscles work or if they are just for the benefit of the ladies.”

With that, Gob found himself in an arm wrestle with a man he had always found intimidatingly huge. He did find it amusing though that, when faced with a creature of Gob’s size, he couldn’t resist showing his strength. They placed their elbows on the counter top and one of the maids refereed the match. Gob noticed that she just had a thing for big muscles and wanted to be close to both men as they faced off. “Three, two, one, go,” she said and Graff started to push.

Gob was startled and had missed his opportunity to start but somehow Graff hadn’t moved his arm at all. He gave a slight push and saw Graff redouble his efforts but felt no discernible change in the amount of effort he had to put in to resist him. He became aware that he could win with little effort but he didn’t want to play the old man like that. He let his arm be moved back a little and saw Graff smile as he thought he was getting the other hand. Gob put on his best performance as he pretended to struggle. He made a show of digging deep and gradually pushed the old demon kin’s hand down. There was a big cheer from the maids who had been cheering him on and dismay from Graff’s supporters. The old cook was popular among the maids for being a soft-hearted giant but Gob’s new appearance had clearly garnered him a following.

“Ha, I’m clearly getting old if a skinny thing like you can beat me,” joked Graff. “Now come on you lot, no more playing around. Don’t think I didn’t hear some of you cheering for the pretty boy. Extra cleaning duties for your betrayal of old Graff.” He turned to Gob and gave him a smile. “Well done, lad. Thank you for not embarrassing me.”

“You could tell?”

“Aye, I know when someone is taking pity on me. I didn’t stand a chance. I don’t know what happened to you lad but you are fearsome strong. Now do me a favour and shift those sacks of potatoes. For some reason, my arm is a bit sore.” He winked and Gob smiled back before heading to do as Graff had asked.

Several of the maids came up to him to congratulate him and all of them were quite flirtatious. He enjoyed the attention. Finally one more came up. “Hey, Gob. That was pretty impressive.” It was Flare, Leaf’s salamander friend.

“Hey, Flare. I didn’t notice you. Have you been on dinner duty?” said Gob.

“Yeah, Karrus has been holding a banquet so he wanted certain of us to serve.” She didn’t look happy about it.

“What’s up?” Gob asked.

“He’s treating us like whores, that’s what’s up. It’s okay for me. They can look all they like but as soon as they touch, it’s burnt fingers for them, especially when I’m angry but some of the other girls just have to put up with their wandering hands. To top it off, many of them don’t feel like they can say no when they get propositioned.”

“Didn’t the maids often sleep with visitors?” Gob asked.

“Sure and when the Maou was around, they felt like they had a choice but Karrus didn't listen to their complaints. If anything he makes us feel like we have to sleep with them. Sorry, rough shift,” she apologised. “I know it’s not your fault. I just got told off for injuring a guest when he tried to stick his hand up my skirt. Just because I can’t wear panties.”

Gob liked the thought of a pantiless Flare. “Why not?”

“I couldn’t afford the enchantment on everything at once. I’m no bra and no panties at the moment,” she said, bashfully. “Anyway, my body temperature spiked and he burnt his hand quite badly and it was my fault apparently.”

“Oh, dear. At least he got what he deserved,” smiled Gob.

“Yeah,” agreed Flare, smiling back. “You know, that was pretty impressive back there. Graff is renowned as one of the strongest in the palace outside of the true demons that is. Your arms are really thick now,” she said, lustfully eyeing up his arms.

Gob had his sleeves rolled up to stop them from getting dirty. “You can have a feel if you like,” he said, offering her his flexed arm.”

She looked tempted. “I better not. I’ll probably hurt you. I’m a little… Fired up,” Her orange cheeks darkened in a flush.

“I’m pretty hardy these days. Have a feel and I’ll tell you if you are hurting me.”

Flare bit her lip and shuffled. “I really want to. I don’t get to make a lot of contact with people and I do like big muscles. Okay, I’ll try but say if it hurts. Don’t put up with it for my sake.” She reached out a finger and touched it to his arm. “Is that okay?”

It was warm but there was no pain. “It’s fine, really. Try your hand.”

She put her hand on the bulge of his bicep and a pleased little noise escaped her nose. “Am I okay to keep going?”

“I can feel your warmth but it doesn't hurt,” Gob reassures her.

In awe, she added her other hand and ran then delicately over his arm and hands. She seemed entirely taken with what she was doing until Gob said “Ouch!”

She jumped back and looked at him only to see him grinning at her. She punched his arm but it was like punching a wall. “You pig, you frightened me.” She was cross but she was also smiling.

“Sorry, you were just so engrossed, I couldn’t help myself.”

She pouted at him and it broke back into a smile. “I should get on before they catch me slacking. I don’t know if Graff heard me cheering for you and I don’t want to risk extra cleaning duties.”

Flare dashed off and Gob admired the bounce of her skirt, knowing that there was nothing protecting her modesty.