The Redemption of Juniluny Snickerbottom

Swallowing a lump down her throat, she stuck her tongue out to receive his cock-

... except he quickly scooped his hands under her armpits, lifted her up, and hugged her tiny, stacked body to himself. Her massive tits failed to flatten against his body, but the sensation pleased the halfling even as the terror of being suddenly manipulated like this filled her.

John whispered into her pointed ear, “You’ll serve my other minions as your second masters; you’ll submit to their whims, fulfill their desires, and be a **** to them after you’re a **** to me.”

“A-A **** of slaves?! Poppycock! A waste of my greatness-!”

He grabbed her fat buttcheek in his free hand, and the halfling’s back arched slightly as she stifled an easy moan. “You should meet the kind of masters I’m giving you to, before you try being smart with me.”

“You’re wasting my t-talents,” she muttered, trying to not sound aroused.

"I can’t believe you’re already getting excited... I mean, you’ve got quite the Libido stat, but... Christ, I shouldn’t let you enjoy this, not after what you've done.”

"I swear on the old shire that I won't, talling," she mocked. "You should've been my ****, serving my desires! I should be the Master of Masters... not the **** of Slaves! You were my Golden Opportunity! Your place was beneath me, and you'll not-"

He kept her pinned to his body with his left hand while his right snaked fingers into her groin, and in a sudden gasp that betrayed her sensitivity, Juniluny was revealed by both sound and sensation. His fingers shoved into her labia and only barely spread them before her depths rained her slick juice onto his fingers; lubricated, he merrily shoved two into her hole and found that even that was almost too much for her to take. "This isn't even a punishment for you," he breathed into her ear. “I think you like the idea of being the ****.”

The halfling was red-faced with fury and humiliation; her lips vanished as she pressed them together to suppress her moan. John continued to fuck her with his hand, her body growing hotter in his grip as she labored to keep from making her feelings known. "Th-ah!" She attempted some retort, no doubt witty in her floating mind, but a gasp of pleasure was all that escaped before she finally managed, "What trick is this, human?! You've... deceived my body-"

"Not enough for you to be this wet, my tiny slut," John cooed and, with confidence in a running theme among pointy-eared women, gave the tip of her ear a soft nibble.

"Hah-!" Her hand shot over her mouth as she cried into it, and a small puddle began to form between John's legs as she bathed his stomach and crotch in female ejaculate. Her body shivered, and John gave her another tiny nibble before managing to work a third finger into her and, with merciless abandon, rapidly ravaged her cunt. She clung to him, nails scratching at flesh that wouldn't give, pressing her over-stimulated tits ever harder against him until it hurt enough for her to not be completely lost in the sensation. His hand continued to shove in up to the knuckle; her attempts to bite him were aborted by the Temple's commandment.

“Did the Cabal ‘run trains’ on you, too? Maybe this is familiar.”

“Fuck right off, ya fulling,” she managed, a slight Irish accent betrayed in her lusty moans. John blinked at her; she blinked back, and her face grew warm. “I-I mean...”

“Do halflings... have...”

“Irishmen have a Halfling accent!” she squealed between **** breaths, reverting back to the American-English accent she had had before. “Not the other way around, damn it; our kind’s older than any of the human tongues-” John resumed his vicious finger-fuck, and the halfling was reduced to moaned, Irish-tinged cursing. “Hoooh fuck, ya fucking... aah...!”

John held her up by his forceful fingers in her crotch and, with his left hand freed, pulled her head back by her hair and pointed her twitching ear to his mouth before he took it into his mouth and boldly sucked upon it. The proud Cabalist was now a panting mess, her tongue lulling out as he toyed with her. He released her only long enough to whisper in her ear. "Some punishment this turned out to be," John chided before guiding her face back to him and taking her long, extended tongue into his mouth. She barely managed a protest before returning the kiss and convulsing on his fingers.

"Ruh... Release me, bastard! Th... This isn't fair...!" Her hesitation, now, was palpable; the last thing she seemed to want was for him to stop. She was ready, John decided. He eased her down his body... until he felt his own fingers against the head of his cock. "N-No-" she managed, though it was hardly enough to save her now. He let his fingers slide out of her sopping sex... and replaced them immediately with the fat head of his dick. She sat upon it like the globe of a scepter, but it refused to enter: despite her body's weight upon it and her slick and expanding hole, it would not slip in without tremendous ****. Her tiny body gyrated against it despite her protests; he felt his pleasure building by how her labia pressed around and suckled upon the crown of his penis. He might even get off with just this.

But that wasn't enough... and her clear enjoyment of this predicament was the antithesis of her sentence.

You reduced your penis size to its standard size!

"Standard" had become somewhere around eight inches thanks to various achievements and boosts, but subtracting the augment did the trick: his cock narrowed to a "merely" impressive tool and Juniluny, the drooling slut that she was quickly becoming, slipped down his length until he struck her womb only six inches in. "Hyyiii-!" the raven-haired halfling managed, her diminutive body now fully impaled on the sire of hundreds of inhuman children. Her eyes slowly opened as she realized she was still alive, still a panting mess, and now sucking up the spit that had leaked from her wanton mouth. She looked down at where they were joined: his bush of pubic hair tangling with hers, and his cock making the slightest outline against her mound and the bottom of her stomach. Her legs twitched as she tried to kick him away... or that’s what she told herself before “resigning” them to folding around his waist. Slowly, his claims to impregnating elves came to her mind, along with his intentions for her. "D-Don't... don't go planting yer seeds where the earth don’t want it!" she quickly demanded.

"Oh, good," he taunted, "I was worried you'd enjoy your just desserts the whole way through."

"T-This is serious... I-I'm a researcher! A powerful mage! I can't be burdened with the mundane m-mediocrity of maternal malices ‘n’ motherhood!"

"Not only will you," John growled, withdrawing his hands as she remained impaled, "but you're going to do it yourself." She remained latched onto his body, pressing her fat tits against him as her erect nipples pointed upwards towards his face. She met his eyes in a half-dazed glare, unsure of his meaning. "Hold onto me... and fuck yourself pregnant."

No, she thought and noiselessly mouthed... and with the meager strength her body could manage in that awkward position, she raised herself up slightly... shivering and straining with the effort to climb the human... only to drop herself, viciously, back onto his meat. Her cervix took the blow directly; she winced at the awful mixture of internal pain and incoherent, vicious pleasure. Her thighs shivered as they gripped his waist. Her arms began to give, and as she finally fell backwards... he caught her tiny hands and lifted her up, leaving her body exposed to him as she remained impaled, diagonally, against his body.

"Go on, then, I won't let you go... not now, not ever."

"Huuuh... wretched... child...!" With only her thighs and the handholds on his outstretched arms, she lifted herself again and, with another painful blow to her womb, slammed down on his meat. “Damn your stars, boy-!”

John barely listened as he tried to make sense of the merciless tightness of her hole. Whatever a halfling was meant to take, John was still too much. With nearly a fourth of his cock still open to the air, he simply whispered, “Harder.”

“Bas... tard... aah,” came the grunts and pants of a halfling **** to not be bred, but her trembling thighs continued to squeeze John as she struggled to withdraw, and her tight pocket clung as it refused to surrender its prize.

Fuck... good as this feels... John abandoned all control and reversed the throttle on Gamer’s Drive. His Libido skyrocketed.

Achievement unlocked! “Fuck Machine”!
You achieved a Libido of 150 or higher! You’re... not even reading this, are you?
+5 LIB
+1 paragon point

Indeed, John was not reading it. The halfling’s struggle finally ended as she pulled herself back down to take John into the bottom of her sheath. She peeked up through wincing eyes at her new lover’s face... and saw a distant, terrifying look in his eyes. His hands, still gripping hers, went to her hips... and anchored her there, pressing his giant head against the pitiful cervix that tried to keep him out. It spread slightly under the pressure, and she winced and teared up as she felt his meat begin to pulse. “Damn the Nine Hells, you really intend to-”

You used Chance to increase the critical chance of a spell cast in the next minute by 100%!
CRIT! You quickcast augmented Juniluny’s uterus by 135%!
Augment/reduce body is now level 9.
You quickcast augmented Juniluny’s uterine elasticity by 50%!
Combo! Uterine size and elasticity! Juniluny's fertility and carriage increased by 100%!
Combo! Fertility and ovulation! Juniluny ovulates one more time, and henceforth will always hyperovulate!

Juniluny gasped and struggled to escape John’s grip as he continued to hold her there. She could feel something changing inside her, though she couldn’t parse it from the constant stimulation of having such a beast trapped inside her nethers. “What... are you doing to me?!”

John chuckled as his only response. His cock was on a hair-trigger now, and her struggling was naught but gyrating on his dick, urging him to fill her up.

You augmented your semen production by 30%!
You augmented your testicles by 50%!
Combo! Semen production and Libido 100+. Your ejaculations are now quadrupled in volume (after all other modifiers).

John pressed her hard, his muscles flexing as he crushed her hips downward. She bucked and began to babble as she felt his cock peek into her womb... but her cervix kept him from **** her womb proper long enough. His back arched as he felt the first wave of baby batter shooting through his system near enough to burst the pipes, save that Gamer’s Body kept him stable.

-5HP

Oh thank my stars, he’s done- Juniluny began to think... until she felt the torrent shoot through her cervix and directly into her babymaker. The stimulation was unreal, and she felt herself convulsing and milking John as her thighs continued to crush his hips. The fears of pregnancy resurged as she felt more of it come, and a fullness that felt firm against her stomach... and then another pulse. Then another. “Baal's balls, how-?!”

John continued to hold her, his mouth open and moaning low as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the rapture of the tiny woman taking his seed. Her tits jiggled as she thrashed about in his vice grip, all to no avail, as her womb was packed tight enough to leave a slight bulge against her belly.

John was big, but thankfully not big enough to completely plug her womb closed; as her Fallopian tubes filled with seed and her ovums laid swiftly fertilized, she began to sigh relief as his ejaculate slowly pushed him out. Cum leaked in spurts from the seal of her labia around his manhood, and the additional volume made the lump of his rod inside her more pronounced against her skin. She felt a wave of relief as she felt his head, somehow still coming, being pushed from her packed cunt and longed for the relief of pressure in her womb, her birth canal, her entire torso...

... except it never came.

John let the halfling slide down to the floor of the study... and she remained as tightly packed as ever. She blinked up at him only as long as it took for his rod to spunk in her face, and with a half-moan, half-curse, she raised her hands as he continued to mark her as his. Juniluny’s hands swapped between trying to reach down, to spread her lips and finally release the malignant seed from her body, and trying, in vain, to deflect the waves of seed that bathed her ears, her hair, and every inch of her breasts and stomach. Thoroughly seeded, she gave up and reached down...

... to find the smooth, solid surface between her legs.