Two days had passed outside the chamber, but inside, it felt like two weeks.
Well... it was two weeks, as I used my divine energy to speed up the time.
But damn! It consumed so much energy. I felt like I ran a marathon while having non-stop sex. Manipulating time without having the divine concept of 'Time' was very hard.
Anyway, that's not important.
What matters is...
PAT! PAT! PAT!
"That's a good girl... keep bouncing... fuck yourself~..."
Gidea rode my two cocks like a born natural, her powerful new thighs flexing and rolling as she impaled herself again and again, her full breasts bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm. The proud Grandmaster was gone. In her place was a needy, cock-drunk slut who craved my touch, my command, my seed.
"Y-yes, Master~! I-I'm yours~! Only yours~!" she chanted in between moans, her rich alto voice thick with lust and submission. She looked down at me with worshipful, half-lidded eyes, her beautiful face flushed with pleasure.
"Good girl~..." I smiled and grabbed her bouncing breasts, squeezing them hard.
Her mind was fractured. I didn't just break it. I stomped on the pieces, ground them into dust, and then remade them in my image.
Two weeks of relentless pleasure had completely rewired her. Seven cocks at once, being fisted by five succubi, being spanked until her ass was raw, being made to beg for more, being denied orgasm until she was crying hysterically... we did it all.
She had become addicted.
The humiliation of her transformation, the constant overwhelming pleasure, the whispers of my daughters—it all wore her down until there was nothing left but a slutty shell desperate for my approval.
But I didn't want a mindless puppet. That's boring.
"Don't forget about us," one of my daughters said as she crawled towards us. She was the one who whispered that lovely idea in my ear. She had short silver hair, a wicked smile, and a massive futa cock that was already hard.
"I wouldn't dream about it," I laughed as I seized those plump ass cheeks and spread them wide. "Our dear Gidea needs a third cock~..."
The succubus giggled and positioned herself behind Gidea, rubbing her cock against her tight asshole.
"Looks like our dear ex-Grandmaster needs to be filled in every hole, Mother."
"Y-yes! Please! Fill me! Use me! I'm your cum dumpster~! Please!"
The succubus didn't hesitate, and with a single, brutal thrust, she buried her massive cock deep inside Gidea's ass.
"AHHHHH~! FUCK! YES! MORE! HARDER!" Gidea screamed, her rich alto voice cracking into a broken, ecstatic wail as the silver-haired succubus drove her massive futa cock balls-deep into that newly plump, heart-shaped ass. The ex-Grandmaster's powerful body shuddered violently between us, sandwiched perfectly—my two thick cocks stretching her dripping pussy to its limits while my daughter's ridged shaft claimed her tight rear.
"Awww~... look at that... the proud Lion of Vandor, a holy crusader, now just a cocksleeve with three dicks inside her," I teased, slapping her perfect, bouncing ass with a sharp CRACK that made her clench deliciously around both of us. "Who would have thought, huh? Underneath all that armor and scripture, you were just a whore waiting to be broken."
"Yesss~!" The word was a choked sob of pure, unadulterated bliss. "I'm a whore! Your whore! A broken, cocksucking whore for my Master! Please—ah~! Use me until I can't think! Breed me! Fill all my holes!"
The silver-haired succubus laughed breathlessly, gripping Gidea's shoulders for leverage as she pounded that fat ass with merciless rhythm.
"Even after all that, she's still so damn tight," she purred, her tail coiling around Gidea's throat. "All those years of denial must've made her a real prude."
"She's not a prude anymore," I chuckled as I thrust upwards, making Gidea gasp. "She's a fast learner. Aren't you, slut?"
"Y-yes, Master! I am!" she sobbed, her hips rolling and bucking between us, taking everything we gave her and begging for more.
Two more of my daughters crawled closer on the massive bed. One latched onto Gidea's bouncing left tit, sucking hard on the stiff nipple while her fingers pinched and twisted the other. The second slid beneath us somehow, her long forked tongue lapping greedily at the messy union where my cocks stretched Gidea's cunt, tasting the mix of our juices.
PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!
The wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping flesh filled the chamber. Gidea's thighs trembled from the effort of riding me while getting railed from behind, but she never stopped. Her hips rolled desperately, grinding her swollen clit against my base with every downward thrust.
"More... please... fill me everywhere," she gasped, her voice hoarse and dripping with need. Her once-proud eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with lust. The last fragments of resistance had shattered days ago—inside our accelerated time, at least. Now there was only addiction.
I reached up and grabbed her by the throat, pulling her down into a deep, messy kiss. My tongues invaded her mouth as I bucked up harder, feeling my climax building.
"Cum with me, Gidea. Show me how much your new body loves being bred."
She came instantly at my command—her whole body convulsing, pussy and ass spasming rhythmically around our cocks as she screamed into my mouth. The pressure was too much. With a guttural roar, I slammed upward one final time, both of my cocks erupting deep inside her womb. Thick, hot ropes of demonic cum flooded her, pumping so much that it bulged her toned belly slightly and immediately began leaking out around my shafts in creamy white streams.
The succubus behind her followed seconds later, burying herself to the hilt and filling Gidea's ass with her own load until it was overflowing, dripping down over her balls and onto my thighs.
Gidea collapsed forward onto my chest, trembling and whimpering softly as the aftershocks rippled through her. My daughters gently pulled out, leaving her holes gaping and ruined, cum pouring freely from both her well-fucked pussy and ass.
"Such a good girl," I murmured, stroking her long golden hair and kissing her forehead. She nuzzled into my neck instinctively, pressing her soft, cum-stained breasts against me.
"Mmm... thank you, Master..." she whispered dreamily, already half-asleep from exhaustion and pleasure. "I... I don't want to be anything else anymore..."
I smiled against her hair, my hand sliding down to cup one of her plump ass cheeks, feeling my cum leak between my fingers. She was perfect now. Broken and remade into exactly what I wanted—still strong enough to be interesting, but utterly devoted to me. Still that warrior spirit trapped inside this beautiful female form, but redirected entirely toward worshiping me.
The succubi giggled around us, already beginning to clean Gidea's spent body with gentle licks and soft touches—preparing her for whatever came next, whenever she woke up again.
...
Another day had passed in the real world.
Vicky had sent word that the treaty was signed.
"..."
I mean, signed again, you know... politics and that shitty crap.
The kingdom of Vandor had agreed to our terms. They were preparing to release the elven and beastfolk prisoners.
As for Fortune's Gate, our new city.
Victoria had already laid the foundation using the building from my breeder system. All I have to do is relocate the Nightmare Tower and place it right at the center of the city.
"Sigh... I hate to work," I muttered as I slowly pulled my cock out of Gidea's used ass. "But it must be done."
Gidea was on top of me, sleeping like a baby with a smile on her face.
I waited until she woke up.
Gidea's eyes fluttered open slowly, heavy with the lingering haze of a pleasure so profound it had etched itself into her very soul. She blinked up at me, a soft, dreamy smile touching her lips as she registered my presence. Her golden hair was a wild, tangled halo around her head on the pillow, her body still flushed from our last bout, covered in a light sheen of sweat and the sticky evidence of our marathon.
She shifted, and a small whimper escaped her plush lips as the motion sent a fresh wave of ache through her thoroughly used holes. The dull, throbbing soreness was a constant, welcome reminder of her place.
"Good morning, my beautiful slut," I murmured, my voice a low rumble that vibrated through her back where she lay half-draped across my chest. I reached down and traced the curve of her hip, my fingers sliding possessively over the soft skin.
"Master…" she breathed, the word a reverent prayer. She tried to push herself up, but her arms trembled, her body a pliant, exhausted thing. She settled for nuzzling against my neck instead, her tongue darting out for a hesitant taste of my skin.
"It's time for you to go back," I said, my tone casual.
Gidea froze. The simple, six-word statement was a physical blow. She went rigid against me, the dreamy, contented look in her eyes shattering like glass. For a heartbeat, the old Grandmaster flickered behind her beautiful new face—a flicker of defiance, of raw panic.
"B-back…?" she repeated, her rich alto voice cracking. "Where? No… please, Master, don't send me away from you!"
"I'm not sending you away," I clarified, pushing a stray strand of golden hair from her face. My touch was gentle, too gentle given what I put her through these past days. "You're going back to Vandor. With your men. As per the treaty."
Her breath hitched. A tear, hot and real, tracked a path through the dried cum on her cheek. The very name of her kingdom, her former life, was anathema to her now.
"But… they'll see me!" she sobbed, pressing her face into my chest as if trying to hide. "They'll see what you've done to me! They'll… they'll know!"
"No one will know," I said in a calm, steady voice as a golden key materialized in my right hand. "When the time comes, use this key and open a door, any door. It will lead you back here... to me."
I pressed the cool metal of the key into her pussy lips.
"Mmmf~!" she moaned at the cold touch.
"Think of it as your final test, Gidea," I purred, fully shoving the key inside her womb. "You will return to them as their lost Grandmaster. You will play your part. You will watch them. You will listen. And when I call, or when you can't bear to be away from my cock a second longer, you will use that key and come running home to me."
Her body trembled against me, a fresh wave of slick arousal leaking from her well-fucked cunt at my words, coating the key lodged deep inside her. The conflict was beautiful to watch: the terror of being seen, of being rejected, warring with the overwhelming, desperate need to obey, to please me.
"I… I understand, Master," she whispered, her voice trembling with submission. "I will be your spy. Your… secret in their midst."
"Attagirl," I smiled, giving her ass a final, possessive squeeze. "Now go and clean yourself. You have two hours before your body shifts back to 'Gideon.' The key will remain inside you. You are the only one who can feel it."
"Shift back?!..." she asked with a hint of panic. "I thought... this is permanent..."
"Oh, I could make it permanent. But that is for another time." I chuckled darkly, patting her head. "If you want to temporarily change to 'Gidea,' just masturbate and think of me. Your womb tattoo will do the rest."
She whimpered at that, a fresh wave of shame and desire washing over her. The thought of having to touch herself—of being forced to remember our encounters—just to reclaim the female body I'd forced upon her... it was exquisite.
"Now go.... Vandor is waiting for their Holy Paladin Grandmaster."