The Nestledeep lowdown can wait a little bit...

It all happened spontaneously, without another word spoken between them. (Pascal knew himself well enough that, if he had spoken another word, he might have risked spoiling the mood.)

Barely a minute later, 'Mayor' Scarlet was laid back on an expensive-looking ottoman bench, holding her tits up with a grin. Pascal was on top of her abdomen, sweatpants and underwear discarded to one side so that he could fuck her tits with impunity. Just like that. Hands on her huge, demonic boobs, squeezing them around his frantically thrusting dick, without so much as a 'May I' or 'Please.'

Pascal wasn't a very spontaneous person, both due to his mental health issues and by his base nature. He liked things to be planned out, prepared for, risk minimized. Every so often, though, he had a flash of impulse. Having such impulses so thoroughly rewarded was... exceedingly rare.

The idea that, for the foreseeable future, he could safely, repeatedly, deeply indulge... That was going to take some getting used to. Thankfully, Scarlet was focused on encouraging him. Loudly.

"Fuck, yes!" she cried as he pounded her cock-smothering tits. "You're a total tit-addict! So fucking greedy! You want nothing less than ALL the breasts in the world, in the GALAXY! Infatuated, magnetized, ENSLAVED to your one-of-a-kind, boob-loving DICK! Well you're going to HAVE it, Pascal! They're ALL YOURS, you total TITTY-SLUT!!"

Hearing her scream his obsession out into the world when he could barely admit it out loud to himself pushed a button deep inside Pascal's psyche, simultaneously mortifying and electrifying him. As much as he wanted to think that she was just teasing, just playing it up... deep down he knew that she was completely, 100% right.

The feeling of her warm boobs smothering his cock... The way her impossibly smooth skin squished and bulged against his palms and between his fingers... The responsiveness of her thick, dark-red nipples as they rubbed against his thumbs, slowly hardening... Pascal couldn't tell that any of it was a 'dream.' It was a tactile, flesh-and-blood reality that he'd been craving for so, so long, he couldn't hold back.

Pascal shuddered and let out a less-than-dignified moan, hunching over and pumping fresh cum between the shortstack imp's boobs. Scarlet gasped at the first feeling of hot cum in her cleavage and arched up against him, nipples spurting milk erratically. The swollen, puffy cunt between her plush thighs gushed.

They both took a moment to catch their breath, with Pascal just straddling her, resting his cock in her creampied cleavage. But before he could disengage with her, Scarlet leaned up and stretched out her long, forked tongue into her boobs, extending long enough to wrap around his cock before she contorted herself further and engulfed it, her face half-engulfed in her own breasts. Pascal stiffened as another aftershock of pleasure helped her suck out the last dregs of his orgasmic emissions. His cock was still very sensitive after that quick, intense titfuck. "God... What...?"

Scarlet pulled back with a slurp, pulling in her cum-stained forked tongue until it was all the way back behind her sharp teeth. "Heh heh heh," she chuckled like the mischievous imp she resembled. "Did I mention that all the girls in this world love cock worship, too? And drinking cum? And in some cases hotdogging? All in various rankings behind titfucking, of course, buuuuuut...!"

All Pascal could do was hold his head and chuckle breathlessly as he stood up off the ottoman, his cock sucked clean of any remains of his orgasm and shining with her saliva. "You're... You're not kidding around when it comes to erotic fantasies, huh...?"

"Mmhmm...!" She pulled up one of her now milk-dripping breasts and stuck the nipple into her mouth, humming pleasurably as she washed down the cum she'd just licked up with her own breastmilk. At that moment, though, the electric lights in the room flickered, making her pause and glance upward. "Hm? Oh, heh heh! SQUISH must've been monitoring us and had a little sympathetic robo-boobgasm of her own! You're such a stud, Pascal...!"

Pascal's cock twinged, down but not out. "Holy shit..." He chuckled. "I'm in so much trouble."

Scarlet finally slid off the ottoman and took flight with her demonic bat wings, hovering around Pascal's eye level - causing her boobs to sway and jiggle as well. "The good kind of trouble, I promise."

"I know, just... you picked out everything. Boobgasms, sympathetic orgasms... Fuck."

"You like your girls to be even more passionate about your fetishes than even you are, and you love it when they're absurdly overcompensated with pleasure. It's not exactly generous of you - it all comes around to serving your starving ego - but..." She grinned naughtily at him. "If I had a problem with any of it, I wouldn't be serving up a world full of it for you, would I?"

With his mind cleared and some of his worries assuaged, Pascal's curiosity returned. "So, uh, have you been reading my mind? My thoughts?"

Scarlet hovered back over towards the table. "I got a complete 'snapshot' when you opened the book and read the line, but no, I'm not actively reading your mind right now. That said," she added with a meaningful look and a smirk, "it means I know you very well, and on top of that... you have a tendency to wear your heart on your sleeve, Pascal."

Pascal chuckled bashfully and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, that I do..." He followed her over to the table with the scale model of Nestledeep. He glanced over to where his clothing had been tossed aside, but shrugged to himself and decided to go bottomless for the moment. "So, uh... we've got the dreamscape part nailed down, I think. So... what's the deal with this... world you built?"

But the Scarlet Consort shook her head, still sporting a smug smirk. "Nuh-uh, I've done plenty of exposition already. You're a smart boy - why don't you tell me what you've put together already?"

For a moment, Pascal froze up at being put on the spot. But he didn't really have any objections to playing along. "Um, okay... Um..." He thought about everything he'd seen and observed for a moment, and put his hands on the table as he looked over Nestledeep. "So... we've got Gaia, this planet, full of fantasy creatures and magic and adventure and all that. And we've got the–" He had to sigh a little. "–Paizurian Federation–" Scarlet giggled. "–out in space, full of aliens and advanced technology and all that. They end up meeting around here and kinda... come into conflict. The alien women – because they're _all _women – distrust all this magic stuff because it's inexplicable to their advanced science, all paracausal shit. And the fantasy girls – who are also all-female races across the board – distrust the sci-fi technology stuff because... it probably looks like godless heathen stuff to them, treading in god's domain and all that."

"Goddessless heathen stuff, treading in the Goddesses' domain," the Scarlet Consort corrected, "but yes, you've got the gist." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her arms in a faux resting pose as she continued to flap and mover in midair. Her heavy demon boobs hung and swayed beneath her, still preternaturally round and perky and inviting him with their cleavage.

Psacal gulped and continued his nearly derailed train of thought. "Then... there's tension. The aliens could just, like, bring a whole armada here and lock the planet down, but then they'd have to contend with magic and actual Goddesses and who knows what, and overall that's a lot of people getting hurt. So... they hash things out. The Gaian Accords are established, which are... probably rules for how the aliens and fantasy women treat each other?" He looked at Scarlet searchingly, but she coyly refused to give him any signals. "And they, uh, establish Nestledeep as sort of... a trial spaceport, where the aliens have limited access and the fantasy women won't kick them out. And... that's about where things are at. A melting pot of two entire genres."

The Scarlet Consort flipped upside-down and clapped. "Great! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were taking notes!"

It was a simple complement, but Pascal blushed anyway. "It kinda feels like starting a tabletop campaign, so, y'know, you pay attention when the Capitalized Proper Nouns start dropping."

"That's an excellent way to think of it," Scarlet replied as she flipped over and perched on the side of the scale model of the space elevator. "I am your humble game-mistress! This universe is your sandbox to explore and adventure. There is no narrative written in stone, but you can trust that I'll make sure that wherever you go, you're going to have an interesting time. Even if it means moving some things around behind the scenes, but you'll never notice and you'll never know...!"

It was a comforting analogy, one that Pascal was ready to adopt, but his mind jumped over to a different concern he'd been ruminating on ever since he suspected this world was tailor-made for him. "One question, though..."

"Mmhmm?" The Scarlet Consort fluttered down from the Tower model and sat herself down on the edge of the table in front of Pascal, smiling cutely with one fang poking out of her lips.

"Okay, one, not fair, deploying the moe fang. Two..." Pascal took a deep breath. "Why all this conflict and politics and lore and... tension? I mean, it's one thing to say you've got girls fighting over you, but to have them actually fight... If this is supposed to be a sexual fantasy... If this is supposed to be made for me... Then why...?"

Pascal's lips were shut by Scarlet's cute little imp foot raising up and pressing her toes against them. Scarlet looked serious for a change. "First of all, they'll never actually fight. Never have and never will. No one's going to get hurt, much less die. They might wrestle, maybe..."

"How...?" Pascal asked out of the corner of his mouth.

Scarlet's momentarily grave expression relaxed into yet another smirk. "There's tension, yes, and plenty of times fights have almost broken out. But before anyone can fire a shot or a bolt... the tension just, mm, gets 'em all riled up...!" She grabbed her huge, hefty tits and jiggled them about for a second. "And they work out that tension in a big ol' tit-orgy!" She let her boobs drop with a heavy plap onto her thighs and winked at him. "And that's how it'll continue to be, no matter how much you end up stirring the pot."

He didn't have any reason to disbelieve her at this point, not after taking so much else of this explanation on board. But it still left his question partially unanswered... He pulled back enough to get her toes off his lips. "But... do I really want this? Beautiful, powerful women, upset over me...?"

The Scarlet Consort chuckled naughtily and placed her feet on Pascal's flabby chest, then slowly walked them down. "In a sense, you do. You don't want total sex-dolls and bimbos, you want beautiful, powerful, driven women with lives and ambitions to willingly become your sex-dolls and bimbos, because their overwhelming strength and uniqueness submitting to you feeds your ego. As for the politics... think about it."

Her feet reached his bare crotch and expertly stroked his half-soft cock.

"An entire planet, an entire galaxy of women... every one of them belonging to a melting pot of breast-focused societies where titfucking is supreme. They take it very seriously, and even argue about the finer points. Now they have a real human cock to practice what they preach on. Whoever you choose to titfuck will not only give them pleasure, but potentially give them favor in the eyes of their followers and rivals, and tip the political scales. Play your cards right, meet the right women in the right position of power, and they'll reshape society however you like just so you'll do them the incredible favor of titfucking them again and again."

Pascal wasn't quite sure how it was happening, but between this semi-lewd, semi-serious explanation and her feet on his cock... he was getting hard all over again. His recovery time wasn't usually this good. (And he wasn't even a feet guy most of the time, but put bare soft feet near to a hyper-endowed bust or ass and suddenly it was a different story!)

"Don't you see?" the Scarlet Consort declared with a seductive air of finality. "In this world balanced on a razor's edge... Pascal... your tit-hungry cock is the most powerful, consequential thing in existence. Your boob-loving dick... can change the world."

After taking a long, horny moment to let that sink in... all Pascal could do was stiffly nod. "Yep," he rasped with a suddenly dry throat. "That would do it...!"