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Debauchery Hunter
Chapter 5

-VB-

So we’re doing a little experiment on the side.

See, instead of letting people make their own clothes like they normally did, we provided them with clothes. Of course, we made it as a “transaction,” where they offered hours of service - far reduced for the children, if it wasn’t free - and received clothes and goods they wanted.

We did this by handing out brochures with simple numbers and pictures; we had the brochure commissioned elsewhere as we didn’t have the necessary equipment in our kingdom in the Earth Malachite Alps. Both the brochures and more than half of the attire were imported from Gimel.US, which made them happy, something about jobs and access to food.

The result so far was that people liked colorful clothes, but tried not to get clothes with too many pictures. Patterns, yes. Actual pictures, no.

Eh, they’ll get used to it.

On that note, a good amount of time had passed since we accepted our first subjects into our valley-kingdom.

The person we anticipated the most was Sophia, our so-called “concubine” who we haven’t sampled as of yet.

Again, we’re not necrophiliacs and most of the people - children included - looked too thin to even eat. Now, however, they were healthy and back to a more balanced weight.

Decorated with plum tits, narrow waist, lustrous hair, long legs, and an ass worth slapping,  Sophia turned out to be a woman worth waiting for, and we intended to taste her tonight.

-VB-

Despite having been declared as his concubine, Sophia didn't find herself ravaged by the lord of the valley. Instead, she spent the first month in the latest chapter in life learning not just about her world but also about the history of the church, "geopolitics," agriculture, psychology, and management. If that wasn't all, then he told her about the multitude of worlds out there that were beyond this Earth.

Oh, she also learned that his name was Alan Marris.

At first, she wanted to denounce it all but she met the orphans he had taken on. Not the orphans who came with her in the same group but those who had been saved before them.

Seven young girls, all with bunny ears.

They shook her world with their existence.

She thought she knew what she was signing up for when she offered herself to the magician, but she realized that she had delved deep into something far beyond.

She expected to sit upon a hill, only to realize that she was to sit on top of a mountain and her journey was not yet over.

"Sophia."

She turned around from where she had been standing next to the railed edge of the rooftop of this manor and staring at the snow capped mountains. Behind her, her lord stood.

She curtsied. "My lord."

"Gah. You still call me that. I told you to just call me by my name," he grumbled like an old man.

She giggled. It was moments like this that also kept her from running away.

Her lord husband was kind and warm. Sure, he sometimes said the weirdest things and had some of the oddest behaviors she'd seen in her life, but he didn't demand anything from her nor did he act cruelly. He spent his time - the most precious thing he had according to him - helping former slaves learn how to read and write and shared meals with peasants and soldiers. He laughed with them.

"Very well… husband."

He groaned again. "Really? You like playing with me a little too much," he muttered before he straightened his back and became serious. "... Well, tonight's the night."

She paused and then realized whst he meant.

She looked away shyly not because it would entice him with her attitude but because she honestly felt a little embarrassed.

Sophia liked the man.

It … it honestly wouldn't be bad to share his bed.

"Sophia, I'll be honest," he said as he walked up next to her. "I don't know how you feel about me." She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it. "And if you aren't sure as well, then I can make it so that you do feel amorous with me each night."

He could do that? She berated herself a little later. Of course, he could. Her husband was a magician.

His words also roused a question within her.

If he could make her feel that way, then had he not been using it until now?

She wanted to know.

"You haven't used it on me so far?"

"No," he shrugged. "I could have but … I guess I didn't want to do it to the first woman in this world who offered herself to me."

She felt touched by it. He could have made his life much easier but he went out of his way to be honest with her. But it did make her feel … a little less secure. Her feelings and thoughts laid within the sanctity of her mind. Could she trust herself when the basic foundation of what made her her was in question?

At the same time, she wanted to know how different it would be.

"And you remember what I told you before? About all of us?"

She nodded. He was not one but many. A night in bed was not with one but with many of him.

With that in mind… perhaps she might need the false courage and love to handle that many men at once or consecutively.

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Night fell, and Sophia kept herself in her room. Dressed in a very light "lingerie" that let anyone see her body and also helped to arouse, she sat at the edge of the bed waiting for her husband.

She felt… she was already hot, face blushing with anticipation and eyebrows furrowing in a hint of worry.

There was a knock on the door.

"C-come in," she stuttered and then felt embarrassed.

He opened the door and entered, and she blushed at what she saw.

Walking into the room, Alan only had a towel around his waist and showed him the rest of his knightly body.

She gulped. Her first husband was nothing like Alan.

He slowed down as he walked up to her. He leaned down when he reached her and cupped her face with one hand and kissed her on the other cheek.

She bit her lower lip to not let herself squeak like a little girl.

"You look beautiful."

Her face lit up with heat.

"I… I want you to use that emotion m-magic."

"... Very well."

It was a slow and gentle feeling at first. Then she started to feel something rising up as she looked up and met his eyes. Finally, the passion spilled over.

She began panting as Alan laid her down and stripped her lingerie from her. He kissed her, and she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned as his tongue slipped in between her lips and gently caressed her own tongue.

His hands snaked down the sides of her body. He groped her breasts and massaged them. Her own hands reached out and gripped onto his forearms as she felt her need start to rise.

Sophia whimpered when he broke the kiss but also looked at him in the eyes.

It's too much.

She was losing control of herself. This was too much!

But it also felt so good even as her heart pounded in her chest and ears and she felt his hands slid down and then pull her legs apart.

She finally saw his thing. It was… certainly bigger than the baron's.

And thick, too.

God, how was that going to fit in her?

His hands reached back up as he pushed himself in between her legs, and hos hands caught hers and their fingers intertwined.

"I'm going in."

She nodded and gasped when she felt the head of it enter.

She choked out more gasps as he pushed in deeper into her, and almost sobbed when she realized there was more to go. She panted as he pushed deeper into her, and sagged when he finally stopped pushing.

"You're very tight, Soph," he grunted as he began to move.

She moaned as the rim of the head of his dick scraped all along her insides in dribbles of her flesh and his pleasuring each other. She shuddered as he pinned her hands to the bed and began to pick up speed.

She saw his eyes look at her tits before he buried his face in them, and they still jiggled as he continued to pump her.

She bit her lips as her climax rose and then threw her head back and arched her back from the explosive orgasm.

But her husband kept pumping her.

Her mind blanked as she began to mewl like an animal to his rhythm.

He let go of her hands but now wrapped her up in his embrace, and she screamed as she orgasmed again, but this time, she felt him climax, too, painting her womanhood with his hot seed.

He remained on top of her for a moment-.

The door opened and another Alan ealked in. The Alan on top of her pulled out of her womanhood as he pulled away from her, and the new Alan took his place.

She squealed when he plunged into her and ravaged her without a word.

Sophia laid there on the bed as time blurred. She screamed, moaned, cried, sobbed, mewled, grunted, moaned, and begged in ecstasy.

Some Alans lasted longer. Others cared for her pleasure more than theirs. All of them, however, seeded her.

As the morning sun rose, she shuddered and gasped haltingly as the last Alan pulled out of her, and a stream of their cumulative seeds dribbled out of her.

Sweaty and smelly, she couldn't care less about the state she was in.

She was happy (with the ridiculous number of sex she had) with Alan.

Though… there was no way she could do this every night. As she fell asleep, she only had one thought.

She needed to induct other women into her master's bed.