3 x 3 Wives

Tricia’s digits dared the odd sensation between her legs... but before they felt the strange, material disc that replaced them, she saw what she feared it to be gripped in John’s hand. “Oh... oooh...” She struggled with the odd excitement inside her at seeing John hold up a familiar device, the only sex toy she had ever run into, and one that had brought her unbelievable pleasure in waves of orgasms:

A lid-covered calculator. Upon that cover: a familiar, pale pair of lips.

An excited, squealing Lily began peeling off the soaked layers of her faux-uniform. “M-Master, please... do me first-! I-I mean, if you want to, Master... I... oh...” The succubus struggled with her hunger and her lack of confidence, and hoisted her legs back up, tossing her skirt wide once again as if to quietly beg.

“Lady... save me...” John rubbed Moira’s hip with his free hand as she finally managed words. “John... y-you must... stop her... and... please, don't take my... my...”

John laughed too heartily for the Warden to believe. “Don’t worry! I’m happy, but I’m not a jerk! I know you rely on being a Warden to find purpose and happiness; I would never take that from you!”

John may as well have punched her in the gut. “I... I... do?”

John gave her a playful spank, and his aphrodisiac turned even that into a throaty moan. “Nothing wrong with that! I honestly worry about you both all the time.” The three stared, each thinking they must be the ones he meant; given their states, none could manage to blush harder.

The moment was almost... cute.

Then John pressed the handheld pussy against the bottom of his cock and slowly jacked himself off. “Hhaaaabaaahaaaaaa-!” Two more Eyes of pink sprouted on Tricia's forehead and shot the group full of additional libido, but then slowly drifted to sleep. Despite the waves of girl squirt now bathing John’s shaft, Tricia had well and truly tapped herself out; her half-lidded gaze proved she was only still awake for want of the man toying with her, and her mana pool, deep in the negatives, promised that the immediate threat of her Eyes was no more... save for its after-effects.

“Master...!” Lily pouted and bucked her hips. Her eyes widened as she felt a similar presence between her legs... and moaned as John’s index finger slid down the slit now on the reverse side of the covered calculator.

“Yeah... don’t worry, I’m not going to leave anyone out."

John walked by the feet of the row of girls and, with no sign of hesitation, began pressing the head of his monster against Tricia’s entrance. The blonde bucked and sat upright, struggling to crawl towards John on her hands and knees as she spasmed and drooled. “Please,” she choked, “I... I’m not ready... for this...!”

John paused, and slid her back down the undercarriage of his dick as he pressed her. “I’m sorry, Tricia... I nearly forgot: you wanted to save yourself for your husband, didn’t you?”

Her hands, balled into fists, finally leapt from her lap and into her crotch, desperately and futilely rubbing at where the sensation wasn’t. “Yes... John, I-!”

“Marry me, Tricia.”

Tricia’s gyrating froze, and she slowly looked up, tears growing in her eyes as she searched his face for malice, or jest, or a taunting evil that could save her. There was none: he smiled warmly, and reached his left hand out to slowly take hers out from between her legs. She shook her head, her pout turning into a sob. “This... is so unfair...!”

John’s brow furrowed... and Tricia winced as she realized she had actually hurt him. “How have I been unfair?” His words seemed fragile, and stabbed Tricia anew.

“You... just want to... use me-“

“I want you,” he corrected her. “You've made me feel... just so liberated, so happy, that I want you to be happy, too... and yeah, sure: I’m hoping you try a bit less of the whole domination or **** thing? But we’ll cross that bridge later.” Tricia’s gaze swapped rapidly between his eyes, as if trying to find some clue of the lie. “I got your text message, by the way."

“O-Oh... ha!” She suddenly gave an exaggerated grin, which was an odd expression for someone in the afterglow of an orgasm. “That was an error, a-a-and obviously not to be taken at face value! Variables i-in telecommunications allow for a number of-“

“I love you, too."

“- con...” Tricia’s expression froze in place as she temporarily shut down.

"... also, I think you accepted my marriage in your heart the moment I said it..." John grinned widely, and Tricia slowly looked down at her hand... and at the golden, tattooed band on her left ring finger, covered in what appeared to be drawn scales of prismatic light. She glanced up and saw the same glow below John's knuckle, and her mouth opened without words to protest. "... maybe even before I finished?"

Magical tattoo: ring of marriage (Gorbachev). +5 INT. Tattoos do not take up magical item slots. This marks your marriage to [Tricia Gorbachev].

Achievement unlocked! "Eldritchonomy"!
You married a creature with a heritage tainted by an Outsider! Pictures of your kids are sure to be something else!
+1 paragon points
+50% resist to Outsider influence/damage

John whistled in surprise at the pop-up. "That sounds pretty important... ah well, what can that mean in the face of true love?" He dismissed it with a hearty "hah!" and eyed his quivering, human bride.

"We're... so we're..."

“B-But Master, don’t you...” Lily quieted herself, though she was on the verge of tears.

Moira said nothing, but her horny contempt was palpable. That she managed to remain this aware spoke to the protection of her Lady, which only impressed upon John the importance and strength of the Warden.

“I love you all, too!”

Moira and Tricia both fell to shock, and then slowly to frustration.

“Y-Y-You love... me, Master?! I-I-I don’t... I don’t know what to... to...!” Lily’s eyes dizzied themselves as she cupped her cheeks and and babbled to herself, happily ignorant of the brooding women among her.

Tricia's face fell, and she stared at her knees as she grumbled. "So you don't really love me-"

John snapped two more tunnels under Moira and Lily, launching them onto their butts on either side of Tricia. John admired the three women kneeling before his manhood before taking a knee himself. "I do love you, Tricia." The Gorbachev looked up with a spark of hope... and then her husband scooped Moira's hand up and leaned in to kiss the Warden without hesitation. The redhead bucked, and then leaned back against it, and Tricia could feel the anguish of jealousy burning inside her, useless now without her Eyes to try and "correct" it.

John parted his lips from Moira, whose eyelids fluttered as she could no longer censor her moans in his mouth. "Marry me, Moira."

"Lady, yes... I mean, no, no-!"

Magical tattoo: ring of marriage (The Golden Rose). +5 STR. Tattoos do not take up magical item slots. This marks your marriage to [Moira Brighton].

Achievement unlocked! "Holy Matrimony"!
You married into one of the Holy Orders! You aren't likely to pass for a noble, however...
+1 paragon points
+1 new skill [choose within 48 hours]

"Man, I should've done this awhile ago," John sighed. Moira's ever-reddening face fell to panic as her heart leaped at such words.

Tricia managed to growl, "How could you toy with us like-" He kissed his fourth wife once again, and all her fury melted once again. Damn it... it's so unfair...!

John slowly withdrew from the fluttering expression of the Gorbachev... and turned his attention to his secretary. Lily had to protect herself. She was a succubus: a proud beast of lust! Her body was out of control now, surely, but there were valuable rules and considerations for her prestige, all of which would be ruined if she married not only a hunter, but a human hunter no less! Humans did not marry their food, generally speaking, and she should be better-

"Lily-"

"YES, MASTER, PLEASE!"

Magical tattoo: ring of marriage (demon). +2 CHA. Tattoos do not take up magical item slots. This marks your marriage to [Ulshat (a.k.a. Lily)].

Achievement unlocked! "Unholy Matrimony"!
You married a demon! Have you truly fallen so low?
+3 CHA
+3 END

Achievement unlocked! "Holy Moly"!
You married agents of both sides of a divine war! The gods favor Machiavellian upstarts least of all...
+2 paragon points
+10 CHA

"Ah... wow! I mean, I was happy to marry three beautiful women, but... wow, these bonuses!"

Lily fell softly against her cheek and glasses, and bemoaned her weakness. Moira was wavering enough to just about do the same. Tricia only stared, unsure at the John she had inadvertently created. She compromised with herself, and whispered her despair. "John... I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to change you..."

"Change me? Oh, Tricia, my love," he cooed, leaning in to kiss her gently. She didn't resist; she couldn't, and she happily matched his tongue as he toyed with her for brief, precious seconds. "Please, don't feel bad: this wears off in nine hours. I'll be fine after that."

Tricia made a small, terrified noise, but kept her mouth shut. If... If he repudiates me after this, despite our marriage, because of the false emotions... no, no, I have to stop this. I'm... I'm taking advantage of him! This isn't right! But if he really feels this way- no, I can't, this isn't- this isn't John! But... what if it is, and he's just being honest... then isn't this the best thing that could've-

"Hmmm hmm hm-hm hmm hmmmmm," John hummed as he traced a finger down Tricia's stomach.

Augmented Tricia Gorbachev's ovulation by 10%. One egg released.

Augment/reduce physiology is now level 4!
Biomancy is now level 8!

Tricia felt... something, but she detected no magic being cast. The air was beginning to grow pungent, and it was clear that the primary source was the sweaty, **** little demon to her right. "John, are you... performing one of your effects...?"

"Well, the quest requires that I father a new generation of Gorbachevs, so I'm just making sure you'll get pregnant," he calmly explained.

"Oh, I see."