Quite well

“Everyone! In positions! Hannah, Isoldi, Citrinas, you three stand next to King Ding Dong! Fenri, with me!” Verdi commanded as he stood in the center of a badly drawn summoning circle that was equal parts gibberish and nonsense. Kneeling next to him was Fenri, her face a scowl of pure disgust as she remained obedient, losing a bet with Verdi during their Cowtober fest events. The supposed “King Ding Dong” was just a homeless man Verdi had found and paid to act in the porno due to his majestic beard and deep voice. Citrinas glanced over at the Hero of Commerce and Magic, the pair still as strange as ever as she tried to ignore them.

The Hero of Magic was slightly older than herself and wore a dark green outfit that she had brought from her home world. She was thin and slightly taller than Citrinas with a borderline flat chest and waist. The only reason she looked somewhat chunky was because her pockets were stuffed to the brim with snacks and candies she would randomly pick up. It was an odd habit of hers to store food on her person like a squirrel, but nobody dared bring it up. She would have been a real beauty if it wasn’t for the scars all over her body.

Next to her was the Hero of Commerce. She had shimmering blonde hair and blue eyes with skin as light as a vampire’s. She was even shorter than Verdi, standing at exactly 5 feet with a busty chest that bounced with her every move. She had an equally wide waist, her body practically designed for birthing even without Verdi modifying her. Instead of wearing her usual outfit, she was clad in finely colored clothes and wearing ornate jewelry, the usual attire she wore when she was doing negotiations. As stingy as she was, Isoldi rarely made a deal where the other party was unsatisfied.

“How did he even get these two to join in his-I should stop thinking about how he’s doing half the stuff he does.” Citrinas thought to herself as she looked at the ridiculous set Verdi had built in record time. It was a parody of a castle, being literal bricks of sandstone they had stained with ash and held together by Verdi’s ice magic with numerous sets of art that had no logical sense to the style. It wasn’t even a fully constructed room, being a half built room due to the fact that Belsach’s camera would only see a quarter of the room. She couldn’t take any of this seriously and had a number of criticisms of how ridiculous this entire charade was, but she didn’t have the heart to criticize Verdi after seeing how excited he was. For now, she would play along, and then later they’d go over how to synthesize vanilla from wood, and how exactly one could identify a molecule.

“3! 2! 1! Action!” Belsach shouted, pointing his camera at them while using a crank on the side. As soon as he said “Action” the room went dark as Tristiana stood behind a curtain muttering a series of spells, shifting the ambient lighting and focusing it to generate a blinding flash to give the illusion Verdi and Fenri were summoned.

“Welcome heroes! You have been summoned to save our world and bring peace to the lands!” The king said, his voice booming as Belsach rotated the crank, quietly singing a song under his breath to keep pace. Citrinas was instantly taken out of the setting as she saw Verdi and Fenri standing without being severely injured or half dead. Heroes were summoned when they were on the verge of ****, so the two of them should be on the ground wheezing and bleeding out.

Fenri came into this world drenched in blood, both her legs were broken, and she was keeping her intestines inside with one hand while swinging a knife around. She then puked a liter of blood and passed out in her own vomit. The hero of Magic had massive internal bleeding and a concussion after someone hit her with something called a truck, and had to be scraped off the floor to be treated. Tomoko was the worst off, having acid burns all over her body, was missing an arm, and was nearly sliced from her right shoulder to her left waist, was held together with a tiny strand of meat, and had both her eyes gouged out. From a single glance, anyone would know that she had been tortured to ****. To this day, she refuses to speak of what happened or explain why someone would **** a child to ****.

“I can't be a hero! You must have the wrong person!” Verdi said, acting surprisingly unheroic as he feigned fear and confusion, making sure his voice was picked up by the nearby phonograph, completely ignoring the fact that summoned heroes didn’t even speak the native language.

“Please, Verdick, Hero of the C-heh-Cock and Fuckri, Hero of the C-C-Cunt, please save us.” The king said, forcing back a chuckle as he said those words. Fenri stared daggers at Verdi as he stifled his own laughter at his mocking name for the Hero of the Hunt.

“You’re treading a thin fucking line Verdi.” Fenri growled in a low voice from the corner of her mouth.

“Bold words for someone who couldn’t milk a cow and drink the glass faster than me.” Verdi snapped back under his breath, lording his victory over her in his Cowtoberfest event. Fenri clicked her tongue, unable to voice a criticism as she remained stalwart.

“Of course you cannot win against the forces of evil alone. Join your fellow cumpanions Clitrinas, Hanal, and Isoldi.” The king continued, the three women staring daggers at Verdi for their titles. She could see Verdi shaking, blood dripping from his mouth as he bit his lip to stifle his laughter.

“He should have named me Han-ah~.” Hannah mumbled.

“Hah…” Isoldi sighed while her smile cracked.

“You really had to use that name, didn’t you, Verdi?” Citrinas mumbled, her clit still throbbing from constant use over the past week. No, rather than her clit, her entire body throbbed, the endless stimulation sensitizing her entire body into a massive erogenous zone. It was so severe that she was almost looking forward to stripping naked so she didn’t have to feel the rough fabric across her skin, the slightest touch enough to trigger a minor climax from her. They still had a few days left, and she was almost afraid how sensitive her body would end up at the end of this.

She had been inside 93 different women, sucked off by 124, and stroked off by 212 of the city’s residents. Her breasts were just as abused, being suckled by no less than 200 women and fucked by 54 of them. This, however, paled in comparison to her pussy and ass. Verdi had taken to using his new cocksleeve harness whenever possible, carrying her around on his cocks and using her as if she was a toy. It had gotten to the point that he left himself sheathed inside of her even while she slept.

Out of the 84 hours in the past week, she guessed that only 40 of them were spent without his cock inside of her. If one omitted Fenri, Tris, or any other woman being inside her, then that number went down to a mere 14 hours she wasn’t packed with someone’s cock. As she thought of the past week, she cursed quietly as her clit throbbed in need while her holes twitched and grew moist, as if demanding they be filled. She could even feel her breasts swell up, milk accumulating within them as she felt a small trickle escape her nipples, wetting her clothes as she tried to control her growingly perverse body.

“Ugh… Verdi keeps making my body weirder.” She complained mentally, trying to hide her growing clit and wetness. She glanced over to see Verdi and Fenri giving her a smug smirk, Verdi detecting her throbbing body and lactating chest with his sense of touch while Fenri could smell the milk on her. She felt her body throb again, her mind and body fighting as she tried to put her instincts to rest.

“Now hero! Take your mighty blade, your cumpanions, and go off to lay the great evil that has taken over these fertile lands!” The king shouted as smoke appeared from the ground, the temperature dropping as frost appeared on the walls, Verdi’s ice magic causing the ambient moisture to condense. Citrinas glanced over to see four figures appear from a hidden trap door behind the king, each of them clad in skin tight leather that hid everything and nothing at the same time. Sarah, Bey, Bell, and Evangeline appeared, the four posing ridiculously as they all let out fake evil laughs.

“Haha! Did you think that it would be so easy, foolish king?” Sarah shouted, her arms spread out and behind her while she smiled ear to ear, as if this was the most fun she had in her life. Her tail was wagging as she extended her claws, exposing the pink pads on the base of her palms.

“Mrf!” Bey barked with her mouth full, her tail wagging as she looked around, still not understanding what was happening. Her mouth still had crumbs as she subtly swallowed a cookie, the hellhound subtly sneaking bites when she could as Belsach quickly aimed his camera away from her. Citrinas could see Verdi’s eye twitch as he quietly shifted the fog to obscure Bey’s snacking. At the same time, tiny ice threads thinner than a hair ran across her body, grabbing the crumbs and disposing of them subtly.

“We, the four great evils, are here to seize and corrupt the heroes!” Bell shouted, her fangs glistening as she held her infamous hammer in front of her as if it were a baton. Despite her uninterest in Verdi’s camera, she seemed the most serious among the bunch, unwilling to treat a fellow artist’s work with disdain.

“Get ready Dearie! We’re gonna teach you the definition of Love!” Evangeline said while winking and making a heart with her hands, refusing to even bother acting. The second she saw her, Isoldi visibly tensed up, her every muscle screaming to run away. To see her remain still was a testament to how powerful her will was as Citrinas felt a surge of pity for the hapless hero for signing into such a terrible deal with Verdi. The room went pitch black as Tristiana extinguished all light, her magic just as powerful as ever.

“And cut!” Belsach shouted, stopping the camera as Isoldi calmly walked away from Evangeline, unwilling to become one of her Lovers. Citrinas could see the sweat running down her back as she **** herself to remain calm in the face of the mad angel.

“Hey T! Great work on the lighting! Perfect timing on the summoning! Sarah, Eris, Bell, Evangeline, good work on being imposing! Everyone else, you're supposed to show how much you love me, so less looking with bloodlust more lust-lust! Belsach, great camera work!” Verdi shouted as Hannah raised a hand.

“The story has us meeting for the first time. Why are we loving you?” Hannah asked as Verdi shrugged.

“Look, in porn, nobody builds character or gives the girls a personality. It’s all love at first sight. Or lust. Probably lust.” Verdi explained before clapping his hands. “Alright! Scene change! Citrinas, Fenri, Isoldi, Hannah, get ready, you’re going in the breeding pit! Everyone else, you’re with me, we’re going to shoot you all trying to corrupt me with pleasure!” He said cheerily, joining with Evangeline, Sarah, Eris, and Bell to shoot his “corruption” scene. As he left, Isoldi looked over to Belsach, her face cold and curt.

“What is in the pit and what is breeding us?” Isoldi asked as Belsach gestured to the group, having them follow him to a neighboring room Verdi had constructed for their next scene. Above them, Citrinas could see a shadowy figure as Tristiana followed them, continuing to be in charge of lighting each room. Verdi had wanted nothing more than to have her join in his porno, but there would have been questions if people saw a dead hero cavorting with her sister.

“You’ll love it. Champ somehow tamed a verdure plant to fuck people!” Belsach said cheerily as Isoldi raised a puzzled eyebrow. She seemed to be deep in thought, her eyes wandering over to Fenri then to Citrinas, piecing things together in her mind. Citrinas tensed up, remembering that Isoldi had tried to enlist Verdi in her party back in Kolderia. Did she remember? Did she realize who Verdi was?

“... I see.” She said, unwilling to continue the conversation any further as her face remained unreadable.

“You tamed one of those things!? Holy shit, fucking one of those is on my to do list!” Hannah said excitedly as Belsach’s grubby ear picked up her words, his pants bulging as his arousal became apparent.

“You got fucked by a hobgoblin on that list?” He asked, his face causing Citrinas to wince as his humiliating monster core caused everyone to shiver instinctively. Despite her disgust, Hannah almost looked aroused by his repulsive presence.

“Nope. I don’t have getting fucked by a hob on the list.” She said, reaching into Belsach’s pants and stroking his cock. He let out a low growl as she stroked him, her fingers playing with his balls every few strokes. His pants grew wet as precum gushed from his cock, his long warty tongue snaking out and licking his lips as she continued speaking. “But it does have getting bred by one.” Hannah said seductively, raising her hand and licking his precum off her fingers. A long strand connected her tongue to her mouth, the hero relishing in the humiliation of testing lowly goblin seed.

“No breeding. Our wombs aren't for sale or rent.” Isoldi reminded, still unwilling to let the hero of magic’s womb be tainted by Belsach of all people.

“What’s wrong Money-Bitch? Can’t take some veggies?” Fenri asked mockingly as she leaned over and gave one of Verdi’s tentacles a kiss.

“When I was told I would be taking green cock, I was worried I would have to fuck Belsach. This is far better than I expected.” Isoldi said as Hannah eagerly got to work playing with Verdi’s tentacles.

“Isoldi, look at this one! It’s all bumpy! And look at the feelers on this one! Oh, are these suckers? They are!” She said excitedly, treating Verdi’s body like the ultimate sex toy.

“The ridges are the best. It’s like getting your pussy gouged out.” Fenri said as Hannah grabbed another tentacle, stroking the round bulbous growths and appreciating the fine bumps on them.

“Oh, it even has ribbed beads!” She said, gushing over each bulb with enthusiasm with her left hand. Her right hand, however, had different thoughts as it reached over to the door, as if someone was trying to drag her outside.

“Why is your hand reaching for the door?” Fenri asked, watching Hannah’s right hand slowly grab the doorknob, her bracelet sparkling underneath the light as Hannah looked down at her right hand. She looked moderately annoyed, then **** a smile.

“That is a great question! Why is my hand reaching for the door after I signed the LEGALLY BINDING contract? Why would I ever leave this wonderful room and breach the contract? I am just stretching!” Hannah asked aloud, grabbing her right hand, her fingers wrapped around the strange bracelet she wore while her smile cracked. It almost sounded like she was scolding herself. Fenri elbowed Isoldi, concern on her face as the pair ducked to the corner to talk.

“Is she okay? I'm all for violent crazy girls who will try to kill me, artsy crazy girls who try to read my astral signs, but actual crazy-crazy girls who don’t know where they are or what they’re doing is just depressing when you fuck them.” Fenri said, concerned as Hannah began visibly wrestling with her right arm.

“Her right arm is the only sensible part of her body with an iota of intelligence. If anything we should be finding a way to put that one in charge of her body.” Isoldi said with a sigh.

“Verdi, what the hell?” Citrinas hissed, leaning on the wall as one of his tendrils slithered next to her ear.

“Shhhh. Don’t talk to me, just pretend I’m a pet.” He whispered as Fenri and Isoldi kept talking.

“What happens when someone uses God’s Eye or some other scanning ability, and the result shows you!?” Citrinas hissed quietly. “In case you haven't noticed, monsters can't get classes.” She asked, unsure just what Verdi was doing.

“Harvin let me borrow an artifact of Deceit. Try it.” Verdi reassured her as she scanned him.

Name: Tentacle Monster

Species: Verdure

Skills: Regeneration I

Emotion: Smug

“I can still see you’re smug! Verdures don’t have emotions!” She snapped, baffled at what Verdi was thinking, proving himself once again to be the smartest and dumbest person in her life. Rather than have some smug answer to dismiss her concerns, went quiet for a second, at a complete loss for words

“... What?” Verdi asked, his entire body freezing in place at her words.

“Oh now you’re scared!” Citrinas said, watching his emotions shift in real time, God’s Eye remaining effective at reading his emotions. “I can’t see your real name, class, or abilities, but I can see your emotions. And any other scanning ability is going to see details that they’re designed to scan for.” She reminded him as he nervously squirmed, wet noises emanating from the room with his every move.

“What can she see?” Verdi asked quietly.

“The hero of Commerce’s Price is Right ability allows her to gauge the net worth of a person based on her own personal values.” Citrinas answered after a moment of thought.

“... Be brutally honest, Citrinas. How much do you think I’m worth?” Verdi whispered.

“You’re probably the most valuable person on this planet.” She said, giving her objective opinion of him as he seemed to shrink, almost embarrassed by her words.

“It can’t be that bad.” He mumbled, still deluding himself about his objective value. Citrinas sighed, almost annoyed at his active refusal to accept reality. He was a valuable person in every objective metric. Personal feelings aside, she couldn't think of a person who was a greater value to society than him.

“You’re a high tier alchemist with a Verdure dungeon that can spit out potions and hold the knowledge to mass produce high grade artisanal products. You’re also functionally immortal, stronger than most of the world, defeated two Great Terrors in combat, and can give women pleasure greater than any man in the world. Just the dungeon alone would make you a national treasure.” Citrinas said, giving her rationale as Verdi’s tentacle seemed to look at Isoldi for a moment. It didn't have any eyes, but she could tell he was focusing on her from his ambient movements.

“... Well, it’s not like she’s gonna scan me. Varrick said people don’t scan each other out of courtesy.” He said, still delusional as Citrinas sighed.

“Yeah. People.” She said flatly as Verdi’s tentacles tensed up, as if someone suddenly poked him. “She scanned you just now, didn't she?” She asked, somehow able to read the expression of a mass of writhing tentacles without her Blessing.

“Yes…” He mumbled in a rare show of defeat as she sighed.

“Just pray Fenri can keep her off our backs.” She said, Isoldi’s expression remaining blank as though she had done nothing at all, continuing to talk with Fenri while maintaining her facade. Before they could finish, Belsach cleared his throat and spoke up.

“Alright! Tentacle, lift these girls up, drop them, and then catch them! I want the audience to think that they got dropped into a breeding pit!” Belsach commanded as Verdi wrapped around everyone, lifting them up several feet in the air, just outside of Belsach’s camera.

“When they get down, wait for 1 minute then get to fucking! ACTION!” Belsach shouted, cranking the camera as he began singing a song to keep pace. As soon as he started cranking, Verdi let go, allowing all 4 women to fall back to the ground.

“Hyaaah!” All four of them shouted, falling several feet before Verdi caught them again, his tentacles allowing for a surprisingly soft landing.

“No, no, no, we can’t be stuck in here! Somebody help!” Hannah screeched, her shrill voice causing Citrinas’ ears to ring as the hapless hero struggled against Verdi’s tendrils, her movements serving to stimulate him as he tightened his grip on her. He gently wrapped around her throat and squeezed, just enough to cause her to have trouble breathing without **** her outright. Though she tried to appear in distress, the hearts in her eyes and her grinding did little to hide her excitement.

“Oh no. I’m gonna be fucked by these tentacles.” Isoldi said, her voice **** as she tried to show fear. She also struggled weakly, letting Verdi squirm around her. Citrinas could see Verdi's annoyance as he quietly regretted choosing her to star in his magnum opus.

“This the best you can do?” Fenri asked, glancing at Verdi’s chosen tentacles and being far from amused. Since he had stashed away his more exotic shafts, leaving them with more conventional shapes, she was borderline yawning.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Citrinas said with a sigh as a minute passed, Verdi’s tendrils springing to action as Belsach stood behind them, recording every moment of their defilement for posterity.