Word on What is Coming

Rtsmohuternd bounced excitedly on Delvin’s cock while he sat on a chair facing an open space as she spilled everything to him willingly, her bosom joyfully bouncing as her ass delighted smashed into his waste. She was just starting her confession; they had to wait until they were in the special pocket space that was only for Delvin and his sluts, it didn’t take long to make the shift, but it did take longer than anticipated for the newest acquisition in Delvin’s harem to properly phase into the magical space. Back before her rebirth, something like this was not seen as proper or acceptable, but all of Delvin’s demonic sluts actually talked about their sexual intercourse sessions with each other incredibly openly, some even expressing a desire for more sexual sessions with him; she couldn’t blame them for that, Delvin’s rod was addictive, just one pounding and you were eternally hooked. She was actually excited about doing the same to other women.

“I should warn you,” said Rtsmohuternd, “the party I usually team up with from time to time will be coming by in…oh, sweet lords of the damned… a few days, I think they’ll make excellent sluts for your personal use,” she gave an erotic moan before continued, “one is an arcane spell user a bit different from the mages you already made your sluts, and the other is a dedicated Witchunter; the magic user is… *erotic groan* a half-genie, it will be quite enjoyable to see what she becomes, and the Witchunter is a Damphir, I’m sure she will make for an excellent loyal slut.”

“Yes,” said Delvin as he continued to pound her, “they should prove useful in future operations, especially the one we had planned regarding your mother before your arrival. We require something she likely put in her collection, and it would be easier on all of us to have her as one of my subordinates.”

“I’m sure *intense erotic grunting* she will make for quite the dedicated slut,” said Rtsmohuternd as she continued to grind against Delvin’s member, she gave a drawn-out erotic moan, “And she does adore her collection; she didn’t earn her reputation as the kind of collector she is for nothing. But she is a bit overzealous with her security for her collection rooms.”

“Which is why,” said Delvin as he reached around and squeezed her breasts as she continued to bounce on his waist, “we will be giving her something to corrupt her.”

“She *erotic moan* is immensely careful about gifts, especially artifacts, that are brought her way.”

“We have ways of disguising things to keep others from being noticed,” said Delvin as he shoved his member into her, “and you will be personally working with the crafting sluts to make something she won’t be able to turn down physically touching, preferably before she starts running her tests.”

“When do we start,” inquired Rtsmohuternd.

“Five minutes from now,” said Delvin, “I need to prepare for the guests arriving soon. And if your little project proves to be extra effective, I’ll be giving everyone on the team a Special reward.”

Rtsmohuternd gave an erotic cry of excitement and warped off of Delvin’s cock with a kinky thunder crash, to which Delvin gave an amused chuckle as he got himself presentable for anyone new that passed through, he had to space out his intimate time with his sluts to make sure their cover wasn’t blown. Just because the inn and guild building were a bit out of the way didn’t mean there were no visitors; they just weren’t as frequent as someone had seen generations ago.

Delvin started thinking about how he didn’t have a specialist in covert operations at his disposal yet; some of his sluts could pull it off, but it still wasn’t their specialty. He guessed someone like that was anticipated as having been provided for him when he claimed the guild. He would see Inferra about that later; he really didn’t want to return to chatting with her before the operation to acquire the Pschye Crystal Chalk was underway, but this was something that could influence the operation and future operations.