Degenerates and Lovemaking

A little while later...

The faux sun shined into the generous foyer of the Summoner's Temple... and hailed, with its warmth, the master of that once-empty place.

John wordlessly unequipped his clothes as he stepped from the platform. Naked, his body glistened slightly with sweat; while his body did not tire nearly as fast as it might have before, he couldn't deny how worn he felt after yet another long, tense discussion with the master of the Bitter rebels. Labor after labor, and promises laid upon promises: John would take the Peak but would not let any of his Humans take positions of power in the new government; Golgon and his lot would take legislative roles as allegedly once existed in the Vantage government... before the Steel Ones came, some hundreds of years ago; the Lawmen would serve those legislators and not the Peak; the Peak would retain the Throne and could hire security apart from the lawkeepers. Both arms of this new government--not that John had any interest in governing at the moment--would answer to judges, and some scholars from every layer of Vantage would come together to draft the new laws.

John wielded as much American civil law as he had managed to absorb from public school and his brief time in the Academy; Golgon, in turn, expertly wielded Vantage history and what were, by and large, something like socialist values. No minimap or game skill could help with that exercise, and every attempt to read Golgon's mind returned only the words he spoke. Hours later, they had formed their plan... a plan that needed a well-rested group and timing that was closer than John could have guessed: in three days, they had to be ready to begin their little coup. John retired to his Temple while everyone else retired to their makeshift beds; he had some work to do on his own before they could begin to harvest those precious metals and shaping them into the right sort of “keys.”

But for now, John was in his mind. The Temple was long overdue for some upgrades, the spare Lawmen armor suits were now his to experiment and craft into something usable by humans, if only to be a model for when he stole some dozens more, and he had... other duties... to attend to.

The Sanctuary's closest door opened a crack as if to invite the Gamer in. He knew damn well it was. He had sent back every summon except Fairy who, with her flight and chains, probably served as the best sentry he could muster. But one summon had been more insistent than all the rest about what to do when he returned. Gently, he pushed the door open... and saw the naked bulge of Tita's belly at profile. Her right foot was planted on the bed, showing off lithe, Elven thighs next to a swollen abdomen large enough for twins. He followed that pregnant horizon to the heavy, jiggling tits that now sagged to her sides as she laid on her back. Her face remained pointed to the ceiling, but her smile and glance acknowledged his gentle intrusion.

"You must think me disgusting." Her words were pleasant, even confident, as she berated herself.

They stung John. "I never have, and I doubt I ever will."

Her legs swung over the bed's edge; she moved with that motion but still had to prop herself up with her arms as her belly and tits threatened to weigh her back down. "I've had to beg you, Master, for what you freely give to... mongrels of some lesser blood."

John let himself in and closed the door behind him as he replied, "If I ever find something disgusting about you, it'll be that off-putting, genocidal way you talk about... well, I think just about every other type of being?"

"No, Master!"

"Even mine."

"Oh, but Master, you're one of the good ones!" The absurdity lay in how sincerely she had meant that. "Even by your command, I cannot change what I know to be the truth."

John slowly stalked towards her, his eyes soaking in her gravid form. He laid a hand upon her belly; it trembled in response. "You know, thinking back on it… I have been avoiding you.”

“Because of how ugly I’ve become? Proud though I am to carry your children, this belly is most unfitting for the Elven form-”

“Because every time I learn something about you or your beliefs, or your people and what they may have done… it’s always pretty horrible.” John lifted her left tit and squeezed it suddenly and harshly, making Tita flinch as a bit of milk sprayed in thin streams.

Her gentle smile had not budged, however. “Then let me make you feel something wonderful… and you’ll remember that I’m still worth something to you, Master.”

“That’s… fucking horrible, too,” he muttered, though his hardening cock signaled a different conclusion. “You wouldn’t be like this if I hadn’t branded you.”

“If you hadn’t branded me, I’d have married Thumalk Luna'sheek, perhaps even by now.” Her hands rose to gently cup and hold up John’s heavy cock; her thighs squeezed together in anticipation.

“What would you have done with him?”

“I would have done my best to bring myself to orgasm while using him, as is our way, so that I could produce at least one heir from him before his pitiful confidence gave out.”

“Jesus, why were you with him, then?”

Tita allowed herself a confused furrow. “What do you mean?”

“The way you talk about him,” John breathed as Tita’s hands began nurturing his meat, “you’d think you either liked them pathetic or were **** into it.”

“All Moon Elven men are purified of any notion of dominance or control of their lives, of course,” she happily explained as if there was nothing wrong with it, “so that we may choose them, **** them into our service, and have them plant the seeds necessary for our young… daughters, we always pray, but in the end we will always need sons as well.”

“Pathetic as you describe them?”

“Always,” she cooed, “it is the only way to protect our kind.”

John decided he’d rather not pursue that line of reasoning. “But now you’re a **** for a man.”

“I am... and the Matriarchs would have me interred to try and cure me of my devotion for you. They would carve every degenerate, half-breed unborn from my womb, they would lash me until I denounced you… and then kill me, for I never could.”

“So you admit… they’re wrong?”

“Of course not,” she dismissively whispered, “but I know myself. I could never forsake you, my Master… I am branded, and so I am **** to love you.”

John nearly flinched away from her grasp at that. “But... what do you actually think of me, then? How do you differentiate the humans you hate so much from the one you’re- aah.”

Tita pushed a few loose strands of golden hair away from her face as she lowered it towards John’s cock. Gently, she pushed him into her small mouth until she managed to take his whole head in… and, with an audible, satisfied pop, she withdrew him before replying, “As I said, Master, you’re one of the… good ones… but otherwise, I do not. You are still… human.”

“Wh…” John felt his breath catch; she was… impressive in handling his meat considering how little experience she allegedly had. “What do you mean when you say ‘human’… like that?”

Tita darted her tongue across his piss-slit, dashing it against him like a cat lapping milk as he trembled in her grasp. “I mean… I accept… that you’re a degenerate… of low breeding.”

John narrowed his eyes as he slowly processed her words through his small gasps of pleasure.

“I accept… that I must sully myself… and desecrate my holy body with your filthy sin… and give birth to abominations… for you, my love.”

Something churned inside the Gamer as she spoke… and an anger slowly broke through his arousal.

“Even as I beg for you, it is against all that I am and all that is righteous-”

John’s hand suddenly shot in and grabbed Tita by her thin neck. With a jolt, he pushed her backwards and away from his cock, throwing her back flat against the bed as he pinned her neck to the pillow behind her. Her pretty blue eyes were wide as she tried to gasp through his grip; he tightened it, but only enough to permit those **** gasps. “So that’s been your devotion this whole time? I put monsters in you… and you just… accept it?!”

“My body has been warped… my breasts… have become ruinously large… and I will cherish… every… horrible change, and every blasphemy I birth, because you… gave it to me, my Mast-”

John’s grip tightened; no air, and no voice, came out now. Her eyes were wide with natural fright as he slowly crawled onto the bed between her legs, forcing her to crawl backwards and sideways to go further onto the bed. Her belly was so massive that it came up to John’s arm, but he maneuvered to make sure he kept a grip on her throat; adjusting for this let him permit her a **** breath while he positioned his cock against her slit. She was a bit wet, though not nearly enough for sex. “So… what? What is sex with me, when you beg for it?”

“Oh… a most terrible ****, Master, a violation without dignity… if I were permitted, I would kill myself to rid my body of your taint.” Tita’s gentle smile remained… and her tone was so happy that John was left stunned. “Even now, as you caress my sex… I am burdened with the inescapable guilt of being degraded for your debauchery. More, you might induce faster growth, and faster labor, forcing me to fully realize the sin of bearing your children. But I am yours… so I must beg for it. I must love it, and I do, my Master-”

John’s anger continued to boil over… until the implication reached him. “L-Labor?! You’ve been pregnant for… for like a few days! Barely a week, even! I thought elves stayed pregnant for longer than humans, w-what could you even give birth to this soon?!” The absurdity of their conversation, held over her belly as he half-heartedly choked her, eventually let him release her, permitting her a throat-clearing cough.

“B-B… Because… I don’t know, Master, but somehow, perhaps because I feel no hunger, no pain, no thirst… my young have had no reason to slow their growth. One or two grow at a time, but they grow only as fast as they can without… harming their mother…” She caressed her belly. “They are rapacious… just like the debased humans who gave them half their heritage… and just as orgasms induce… ovulation… so too does it urge more… growth…!”

Anger and indignity continued to play in John… until, at last, he reached a firm conclusion that would satisfy all parties. “Then we better help them along,” he whispered.

“But these are your will, my Master; I do not wish them harm unless you- ah!”

John reached down and grabbed the backs of her knees. Lifting them to either side of her swollen abdomen, he pinned them to her body in a position that strained even her flexible muscles… and then opened tunnels in front of where his hands were. He slipped his arms through, still pinning her legs to her body, but now his arms appeared out of tunnels anchored to hover over the front of her upper-half. He gave each of her tits a mauling as he positioned his cock at her entrance. “So what I’m hearing… is if I fuck the shit out of you, you’ll go into labor and start birthing these kids.”

“Y… Yes…!” Her declaration came with the welling of tears, but still she kept that unsettling smile.

NEW QUEST! “Father of Nothing”!
Have a minion give birth to the next generation of Newman.
OBJECTIVE: A living being gives birth to your offspring: 0/1
REWARD: +100,000XP, +100 soul gems, +Temple upgrade, +related skill
BONUS OBJECTIVE: Tita no longer has a pregnancy status: 0/1
BONUS REWARD: +Additional Temple upgrade; +Tita is raised to your current level

Whatever hesitation John got from the genocidal mother-to-be now trembling in his grasp was calmly shelved by the promise of a level up and so much more. “Alright, Tita, you wanted my attention… now you have it.”