Chapter 20
by 
Workalready
Do you contact your benefactors? Or do you sleep through the night?
Reaching out
Once the decision has been made, you are suddenly filled with the knowledge of how to do so. It's not a revelation, but rather it's as though it had been there all along, just waiting for you to think of it.
The nausea again. You thought you were better prepared for it, but it hit you hard again. Still, you don't vomit, so that's something.
"Ave, Saturnalicius princeps."
"Um. Hi. I don't think I ever got your name?"
"Correct."
Ah, so that's how it will be. Still, you find it very difficult to be angry at a being that has endowed you with the stuff of fantasy: complete sexual dominion over all.
"I wanted to check some things. I'm able to make people give me things?"
"Yes. You are the Lord of Misrule. You are the Princeps. As long as your whims do not truly harm others, where they relate to your pleasure, they are absolute."
"So you are fine with me taking sex slaves?"
"You would not be able to do so to one for whom such a life were utterly intolerable. But you are also dilectus meus. You are beloved. Those who would find no pleasure in serving you are very few and far between. Surely you have not called us because of these minor concerns?"
"I ... yes. You're right. I would like absolute control over myself as well." For once, you were gratified to find this being seem puzzled. Hastily, you clarified, "I wish control of my climax. I wish control of my seed. I wish control of whether an encounter results in conception." You weren't quite sure why your speech was sounding so formal. Maybe this place is having some effect on you.
"You ask for less than you think. You already have some influence there. Nevertheless, a boon requires a task."
"What would I have to do?" you ask, a little nervous.
"Impregnate ... seven women ... upon your first ejaculation inside them," he said, apparently making it up as he went. "Your task is already three-sevenths complete."
This gives you pause. How many women have you come inside so far? Five? You're not sure what the normal rate of impregnation is, but you're pretty sure it's not as high as 60%.
"I should think on this."
"The boon has been requested, the task set. When it is complete, the boon shall be."
Well, it's a very good thing you didn't ask for anything drastic, then!
"If that is all, Princeps, then I would be going."
"Wait. One question. Why do you speak Latin?"
The being smiled at that. "Why do you think, Princeps?"
And with that, he grew blindingly bright as the not-air behind him expanded and engulfed him. And then he wasn't there. And then you weren't, either.
It's a new day. What will you do today?
These branching stories are going to have 3 very simple premises: 1) You exist in a world where your character AND ONLY your character gets to have sex with whatever group or groups of people you choose wherever and whenever he or she desires. 2) The circumstances under which he or she can have sex with that group can be specified generally or specifically. 3) The response of the people you have sex with and/or the general public can be chosen.
Updated on Jun 11, 2026
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