The New Demon Lord: Big Changes (Patreon)

A big commission story sequeling to the Patreon rewards, so figured I'd post it here. Bit bigger than the usual ones and a variety of kinks and interests in there, but good for the big monstergirl harem types regardless.

Finn filled in his staff on the new employee he’d found in the dungeon. His manservant Rem seemed particularly confused by the fact but either didn’t have the reason or the audacity to question his lord. Prissy was happy to follow him to the kitchen to stock up for another of her quests while Elle returned with his cowed imps in tow. The drow sister had gotten redressed and Ritz and Skeetch didn’t seem interested in pressing her any further.

“Good to see you two behaving for a change,” he pointed out.

The imps grumbled a little but seemed whipped into shape. Skeetch floated past them and Finn noticed her flying a little lower and slower than before. Her pot belly was bigger than when he’d first met her, so he suspected she had just been overstuffing herself.

“Well I’m gonna go fuck up the pantry,” the imp reported. “Feel like there’s somethin’ in my guts that won’t shut up, so I’m gonna go squash it with more food.”

Skeetch floated past Finn as she let out a distinctly obnoxious fart in his direction, complete with a comically purple cloud that quickly faded.

“Is all that hot air how you fly around?” Ritz snorted at her.

“Oh ha, ha,” Skeetch droned sarcastically, but blew her off as she made her way back to the kitchen.

“Just have Rem keep an eye on you. I don’t want you to clean the place out,” Finn called after her.

“You know he couldn’t stop me if he wanted,” she grumbled, but he knew she’d listen to his orders as his fat little familiar.

“I just wonder what I’m supposed to do now,” Finn admitted aloud.

Elle stared at him with her usual calm and cold expression. She shrugged, getting her large chest to bob in place.

“Anything you wish, boss. You’re the…”

“Yea, I know. Demon lord. But I don’t know what people THINK I ought to be dealing with.”

“Trespassers,” a low, grim voice whispered while still ringing through his head.

It took Finn a moment to recognize it. He had met many new faces today, and he hadn’t heard the voice since his powers had first awakened. He looked at his ring that was emitting a faint purple-black glow.

“Oh! Hey there, ring. What’s up now?”

Elle stared at him as he addressed his jewelry. Her blank face gave nothing away, but he couldn’t help but assume her gaze was wondering how cracked he was to behave like this.

“Intruders on the master’s land,” the voice continued in its grave tone.

“Oh, don’t worry. If it’s about the kobold, Prissy’s good to be on the grounds. Honorary minion and everything.”

The source of his magic let out a low and impatient growl.

“The beastmen of the west are approaching the nearby village. You probably want to… you know. Do something about that.”

Finn looked to Elle with a puzzled expression.

“Is there something going on with beastmen and the town? Something like that?”

The drow raised a concerned eyebrow as one of her more expressive gestures.

“There are orcs and goblins that menace the locals. They usually fend for themselves well enough,” she answered dismissively.

Finn flexed his fingers around the ring. He got an ominous feeling from it. At least, more than his talking obsidian ring gave off naturally.

“I think we should check in on them,” he decided.

“You shouldn’t go alone, master. The villagers are not particularly fond of their former lord. I can escort you,” Elle reminded him.

She paused for a moment. “Also because of the murderous orcs.”

“Right. The horde thing.”

Finn led the two ladies to the carriage. Elle sat in the driver’s seat as he took the back with Ritz. Almost as an afterthought, he willed it and snapped his fingers to summon Skeetch back into the carriage. She reappeared with most of a ham in her mouth and gave him an annoyed look.

“Cub og!” she griped before gulping down the rest of her meat with one massive gulp.

“This better be good.”

“Hopefully you’re just reinforcements,” Finn assured her as the carriage (freshly stocked with live horses instead of the old skeletons) set off.

---

It turned out his premonition was right on the money. He arrived to find a horde of a few dozen orcs and goblins marching towards the village border. Muscular green troops of all sizes and shapes packed with muscle and lined with barbaric armor were lined up in a crude marching order, looking like much more than the village could handle.

“I seriously have no idea how the town lived this long,” Finn pointed out as he descended from the carriage.

Elle stood by, patiently holding his hand to help him down.

“The former lord provided little assistance beyond demanding occasional tribute. It’s our understanding that they had some mercenary of considerable strength protecting them from most basic threats like this.”

“Basic threats,” Finn repeated with a sigh.

He looked up at the small army and waved a hand over his head to get their attention. The troops stopped in front of him, but seemed no less riled up and heavily armed than before.

“What’s this?” their leader snorted.

He was a large and hairy orc, his green head shaved into just a dark ponytail. More troops just as dangerous looking crowded in behind him.

“Hi,” Finn started. He saw that it clearly wasn’t what they wanted to hear so he cleared his throat.

“Afternoon. I’m the new demon lord.”

He held up his hand to show them the dark ring on his finger.

“See? I just wanted you to maybe not mess with the town and maybe… take your business elsewhere.”

The tusked leader of the warriors snarled and stepped up to him.

“The former lord knew of our business and did nothing. With the town’s guardian missing, we aim to finally take this place and burn what’s left to the ground.”

A few windowpanes overhead creaked open. Villagers peaked out as much as they dared without being at risk of catching a stray arrow.

“Yea, well… under new management, right?” Finn offered sheepishly.

The mob of monsters snickered as the orc loomed his full height and broad bulk over him. Elle subtly tensed her muscles in preparation for the worst.

“I remember the demon lord. The one that slew half the tribe because he thought it was funny. Who used my father’s bones as one of the mightiest skeletons in his horde of undead.”

“I’m actually trying to shy away from the undead part. It’s kind of a bad look and probably not that sanitary…”

The orc warlord laughed loudly, spraying him with foul breath and spittle. Finn grimaced and looked to his ring.

“Hey, can you… WE do something about this? To change his mind or something with the powers…”

“It is done,” the ring rasped in a dusty voice.

The ring glowed in its bright black energy and flared up, streaking dark lightning out from its core. It sprayed around the battlefield, charring streaks through the ground and scalding a few goblins too close to the edge of the unit. The troops recoiled and clearly doubted themselves at the massive show of power, and some even started to flee on the spot.

“The demon lord returns!” a goblin yelped.

“Stay and fight, you mongrels!” their leader barked. “He’s just one man!”

“For the record, I meant more like a mind altering spell,” Finn muttered to the ring.

The lead orc brandished a large sword as his nearest guard raised a spear. The pikeman lunged at Finn but didn’t get close before Ritz leapt in his way, catching the spear’s shaft between her prehensile toes. They gripped tightly, stopping the weapon in its tracks as her monkey-like limbs ran nimbly up it.

“The boss said fuck off!” she barked before slugging the orc in the jaw.

Despite being less than half his height, the demonic punch sent him flying several feet back as Ritz landed still standing on his pole.

The leader hesitated, which was just enough for Skeetch to float into his way.

“I can’t take it anymore! I’m staaarvin’!” she whined as she opened her mouth almost as wide as her head.

She widened her jaw and intercepted the warlord’s sword, swallowing it with absolutely no difficulty. The blade and arm vanished up to his wrist, and apart from some expanding in her throat there was no sign of it reaching her stomach. The orc was clearly startled as Skeetch started to gnash her teeth and gulp loudly, wolfing down the muscular arm. Her bloodless bite clamped around his limb and started swallowing more and more of him down until her mouth reached his shoulder. The orc looked more horrified and stunned than hurt to be devoured by the tiny creature. She didn’t stop there as her mouth slurped again, and while her mouth remained the same size she somehow crammed his head and a good chunk of his torso into her gullet. In a few shocking seconds, she gobbled up the entire orc and burped loudly before spitting out a severely chewed up belt.

“Mmf. Studs didn’t taste so great.”

Any remaining forces didn’t take long to flee like the rest of them. If the magic wasn’t enough to terrify them, Ritz and Skeetch as his man-eating bodyguards were pretty convincing. A few stared on in horror at the new lord’s powers before bolting with the rest of them, leaving Finn and his entourage standing alone at the edge of town.

Finn looked at one of the windows with the peeking villagers. They flinched at the sight of him, but he waved and smiled pleasantly at them.

“Okay! I think the trouble’s over. You can go back about your days.”

The locals started to slowly trickle out, but once they saw that Finn and his inhuman help were no threat, they spilled out with looks of joy and relief. He awkwardly accepted some handshakes and thanks before he pried about their rumored mercenary.

“I thought you had someone watching out for you guys out here. I never heard of any trouble like this before.”

“Ah,” an older mother frowned. “That would be Arvita. She spends her time at the inn, so I’m sure you’ll find her lazing around up there.”

“Thanks. I really don’t want to keep worrying about you guys, so I thought I’d have a word with them.”

“Oh you’re such a dear,” the woman sighed with a smile. “Now THIS is a lord I can see paying tribute to…”

---

The large building was near the north side of town and one of the bigger structures in the village. By the time Finn and his posse found it, several of the villagers had wandered back to it for a meal or a drink. Finn didn’t gather any details about this mercenary, but the massive warrior at the far end of the bar didn’t make it difficult to do the math.

She was seven and a half feet tall with thick, tanned skin. Her hair was a thick brownish blonde mane with large horns protruding from its center. There was the occasional minotaur that passed by the farm, and while the cow-like monster girls were large and curvy, they were never as big as Arvita. She was muscular while still bearing double-G cup breasts that were barely covered by some undersized leather armor. She was leaning on the bar, her breasts swelling out across it a half-lidded expression suggesting she was drunk, tired or both. Either way, she was stuffing handfuls of cooked meat into her mouth and guzzling from a large mug.

“Master?” Elle pried quietly.

Finn suddenly realized he was standing stock still in the doorway, staring at the bovine mercenary. He shook his head to snap himself out of his stunned stupor. He’d never seen anyone like her, and he had to admit to having a thing for a brash, massive woman like that.

“You looked distracted,” the deadpan drow pointed out.

She leaned especially close to the flustered heir to get a closer look. He hurried a couple steps away to reclaim his personal space.

“I just… didn’t know they made them that big,”

“The word is she’s half giant. Look.”

Elle pointed towards the base of Arvita’s stool. She didn’t wear any footwear, whether by choice or a lack of shoes available in her size. Either way, it exposed the large, clawed feet instead of the hooves on most minotaurs.

“Hey! More meat here!” Arvita barked.

She pounded her fist on the bar and the bartender hurried off to the kitchen.

“Sorry! You’ve just eaten us out of… er, yea! I’ll go see what I can find.”

The minotaur looked confidently after the retreating server, but when she looked back down at her meal, there was an imp seated in front of it. Skeetch was stuffing the last handfuls of meat into her mouth like the amazonian merc wasn’t even there.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing, tiny!? I worked hard for that shit!” Arvita snapped.

“Starvin’,” Skeetch mumbled around her mouthfuls.

Arvita scowled down at the intrusive demon. She started to say something when Skeetch leaned to one side and let out a noisy fart right on the bar. The cowgirl’s face immediately grimaced in disgust at the hellish stink. The sound it made was even a concerning gurgle, enough that her belly rippled and shifted as if something were moving around inside her overactive gut.

Arvita raised a hand but Finn spoke up to distract her before she could lash out at the plump imp.

“From what I heard, that food is payment for protecting the town. It makes me wonder where you were.”

His distraction by the beefy warrior’s appearance and Skeetch being in danger of overeating with two large humanoids in one day sparked him to speak up more boldly than he meant to. It certainly worked as the minotaur stood up from her seat and scowled at him instead.

“What’s it to you, new meat? I ain’t seen you around here before.”

“You could say I just moved in,” Finn answered coyly.

“Pff! Some fancy out of towner, huh? Well I don’t think you get how shit works around here!”

The half-giant rose to her full height and guzzled down the last of her beer. While it would have intimidated most people, Finn quietly tried to keep a straight face while repressing his erection.

“I’m the strongest thing you’re gonna find for ten towns over. I could just take this shit from them if I wanted, but I’m nice enough to let the folks here pay me to protect them instead. It’s a perfect gig really. Now if you think you’re gonna come on in here and fuck that up, you got another thing comin’.”

Arvita cracked her thick knuckles as she loomed over Finn. She snorted huffily, short bursts of steam coming from her flaring nostrils.

“So who sent ya? The tiny nerd with the magic books? The mayor?”

She planted her hands on her wide, barely dressed hips. She leaned down and got in Finn’s face with her huge jugs hanging beneath her like udders.

“Or did you just wake up with your big boy pants on today?”

Finn shuddered and blushed. Her aggressive personality, her huge figure, her filthy language… She seemed like a dream and he couldn’t resist getting an immediate crush on her. It suddenly felt a lot more obvious why Ritz and Skeetch had appeared as his familiars.

“Hey! Pipsqueak! You gonna say somethin’ or you pussying out already!?” Arvita demanded impatiently.

“Kiss her,” the low voice of the demonic ring advised.

The thought was already in his head so Finn leaned in and took the advice. He pressed his lips on the big woman’s mouth, making her eyes go wide in surprise. She gave a muffled noise in confusion at first, but Finn saw the dark shadows of his magic flickering in the corners of his eyes.

However much was the kiss and how much was his black magic at work wasn’t clear. What was perfectly clear was that it worked, because the cold and aggressive look immediately left Arvita’s eyes. They went wide with surprise at the bold gesture and her jaw went slack, opening her mouth to let Finn push his kiss deeper. He didn’t have to reach far for her to press her much larger tongue back at him. Arvita gave a submissive moan as she started licking and sucking on his lips, wrapping her powerful arms around his shoulders.

Finn sighed into the kiss until Elle tapped him on the arm. It snapped him out of his lovestruck stupor long enough to break off from their embrace and look around the room. The patrons were staring at them looking even more shocked than the half-giant had been. Those that weren’t affected by public displays of affection were mostly stunned to see the brash and fearless mercenary yielding to the kiss.

Arvita clearly was smitten with him after that, scuffing a clawed foot on the floorboard awkwardly. As Finn looked up at her, it was even more obvious by the trickling streaks of white coming from beneath her breastplate. She had grown so excited by the matter that she had started to lactate, something he’d later find was a sign of attraction from a minotaur woman.

“Wow… you do that to all the gals that threaten ya?” Arvita asked with an awkward laugh.

“First time for everything?” Finn ventured.

Arvita laughed again.

“Yea! Well, uh… most folks don’t even like to talk to me, considering I could… y’know. Crush em into pieces with my bare hands.”

Finn nodded along, surprised that anyone could say something like that and still seem bashful. She had it bad for him, perhaps worse than he did for her.

“So, I think I’m good for now down here…”

The minotaur glanced at the bar where Skeetch was still settled in sitting on top of it. She had grabbed and gorged on the meat they had brought back for the giantess, and had moved on to eating an empty stool.

“I was going to head back up to my room. Third one on the right, if you wanted.”

Arvita winked at Finn. Even if her confidence had dwindled in her face of her crush, she was still far from being a subtle creature.

“Oh! Great,” Finn said quickly. “But I should uh, stop that.”

He pointed at Skeetch, who went wide-eyed herself like a cat caught stealing a fish.

“Sure! No sweat! I’ll wait for uh… long as you want! See ya there!”

Arvita kept her eyes fixed on him for an adorably, overly long time before she went thumping up the stairs. Her broad hips and bovine tail swished behind her, compelling Finn to follow her even more than he already was. He started to go after her when something caught on his leg.

“Quick word, boss,” Ritz warned, clutching his pants leg with surprising strength.

“You ever done it with a giant before?”

Finn raised an eyebrow at her suspiciously.

“Have YOU?”

“Close enough. You oughta see the behemoth dongs down in the pits. You wanna make a first impression, and you’re packin’ a hell of a dick for a human, but judgin’ by the size of that heifer, you wanna bring a little somethin’ special to the bedroom.”

“Let me guess… you have something for that?”

Ritz smirked up at him.

“I’m your portable piece of demon pussy, but I’m your minion first. Just promise you’ll keep that super shaft and let me try that shit out later.”

---

Finn felt fine putting off the meetup for a few minutes if it meant being better prepared. He left Elle in charge of keeping Skeetch in line as he followed Ritz’s lead as she scrambled out behind the inn to where they stored some crates and barrels. The squat imp swiftly climbed on top of a wooden crate and wiped her mouth.

“So! There’s druids and wizards and stuff who’ll say there’s spells that’ll pump up your junk, but take it from me, boss. Nothing puffs up your dick like some demonic magic straight from the source.”

“You’re saying I should tap into the ring again?” Finn asked.

“It’s not bad. But you can’t match the original. You’ve got human impulses and shit. Stuff that makes you think like a regular person with regular limits about your body’s shape. I got an easier and better way to do it.”

Ritz opened her mouth wide and rolled out her fat, frog-like tongue. She jerked a thumb towards her gaping throat.

“Help yerself,” she advised with surprising eloquence for her wide open mouth. “One fresh coat of demon juice and a bit of magic and you’ll be stunnin’ ladies no matter how big they get.”

Ritz was odd, but she had never misled him before beyond petty mischief. Finn shrugged and stepped up, pulling his dick out and sliding it into her mouth. The pouty-lipped gremlin sealed her mouth around him, her tongue rolling around him like a slimy but welcoming red carpet. There was a deep, slopping slurping, and sucking that constantly came from her mouth as she lovingly coated his dick in her demonic saliva.

Finn was too caught up in how good it felt to wonder if the magic was working or not. He braced a hand against the nearest crate to steady himself as her head bobbed at a firm and steady rhythm that made it almost appear to be an actual ritual. Ritz’ bizarre anatomy had no problem slurping down his shaft up to the hilt, her plump lips pushing against his balls. It planted a wet, drooling kiss before she started bobbing back to continue her supernatural sucking.

The effects slowly made themselves more apparent. Her mouth clenched around him now and then to grip his cock tighter, but it slowly became tighter and tighter of a fit. She was doing just as she promised and her throat and mouth seemed to expand on the inside just to accommodate him. Her tongue shifted and coiled around his growing dick to keep stroking all of it at once while making room for it to fit.

“Oh fuck… definitely working,” Finn panted as he leaned harder on the crate.

His expanding dick was no less sensitive to her oral attentions and he felt a heavy load building up. With a sloppy smacking of her lips, Skeetch picked up her pace with the aggressive blowing. The thick demon spit coated his cock and as she pulled back there was the same dark glow his ring gave off lingering on his shaft. He was fairly hung to begin with, but his dick had swelled to over twice its size.

Ritz drew her mouth back in one last, long slurp, stroking him off with her lips, tongue and throat. Her frog tongue stayed wrapped around him to jerk Finn’s cock up to the final stroke where he shot hard into her mouth. It was one of the more intense orgasms of his life, empowered by the demonic magic and his oversized cock. He shot a huge stream of jizz down her throat and even with her unusually deep throat and guts, more of the creamy mess spilled out over her pouty lips. She slurped up what she could as the rest ran down her tits.

“Holy shit,” Finn gasped as his new demonic dick unsheathed from Ritz’s face. It had swelled up into over a foot long hammer of a cock.

“Nothing holy about it, boss,” Ritz mumbled as she wiped off her mouth. She licked her fingers from the leftover semen.

Finn took a deep breath and steadied himself. The raw pleasure of his orgasm still lingered but he wasn’t as drained as he usually was. His cock was still rock hard, just as big as when it was buried inside the imp.

“Wow. This thing doesn’t quit, does it?” Finn pried.

“Nah, it’s got some demon stamina to it. So you’re good for another… say five? Six shots,” Ritz explained.

“Like six orgasms!? When does it go away?”

“Does it what now?”

The imp scratched behind her ear with one of her prehensile feet.

“Go away. When does the giant dick stop being a giant dick?”

Ritz blinked at him vacantly.

“So… you wanted it to go away eventually?”

Finn froze as the reality of it settled in. “So I’m stuck with this? How am I going to put on my pants?”

“Oh relax. The demon lords wore robes for a reason. That’ll cover it fine until it’s business time. That or… I dunno. Do you humans have magic pants up here?”

Finn sighed and pursed his lips.

“Go talk to Elle and bring me some robes already…”

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Once he was redressed, Finn made his way upstairs to Arvita’s room. Even fresh off the demonic blowjob, his thick hog was ready to go and he was still eager to meet up with the brawny cowgirl. She was waiting in the spacious room at the inn, laying back and eying him with a seductive gaze as soon as he came in.

“There you are, tough guy. I don’t usually like to be left waiting,” Arvita warned with a playful tone.

“I was just getting ready,” Finn explained honestly.

The half-giant tilted her head in a half-hearted shrug.

“No sweat. I just hope you’re worth the wait, handsome.”

“I think you’ll find it was plenty worth it,” Finn said as he shut the door behind him.

He went to the bed and sat on the edge of the bedsheets. He was eager to see her again, and couldn’t wait for another kiss. She was clearly feeling the same way as she leaned in and shoved her thick tongue into his mouth. He opened his lips as best he could to accept it and exchanged another spitty kiss with the bovine beauty. Arvita moaned deeply and he felt a warmth against his chest as she started producing more milk in submissive excitement.

Arvita clearly couldn’t wait to take things to the next level. She pressed a large hand under his robes, running it over his chest in the brutishly direct way that Finn had expected. She hummed noisily into the kiss as she finally opened his robe and grasped his newly reshaped cock.

Finn could feel her gasp as she realized what he was packing. Even her large hand had to take a moment to fully wrap her fingers around it. Finn was momentarily relieved to see that it was still just as sensitive as always despite its increased girth. Some especially thick precum trickled from its swollen and excited head, and he picked up on a slightly stronger smell than usual. The spell must have messed with his pheromones as well, because Arvita’s nostrils flared as she instinctively swallowed up the scent.

“Oh wow… I knew there was somethin’ extra special about you,” she muttered, seemingly entranced by his new phallus.

“Same goes for you,” Finn said, trying to be as charming as he could be in the overwhelming moment.

He certainly didn’t need to be with how blatantly infatuated Arvita was with him. Her wide eyes could have had throbbing hearts in them and it would have been less obvious. She leaked from her mouth, tits and pussy as she drank in his cock with a greedy gaze.

“Well let’s get to the fun part, huh?” she purred.

The she-bull brute readily mashed her face into Finn’s lap. Her drooling mouth wrapped hungrily around his cock and immediately broke into a heavy moan. Finn felt every bit of it as her hungry mouth clenched and vibrated around his manhood. Her thick tongue ran around the bottom, caking it in her thick saliva as she stroked it wetly.

Even with her natural size, she struggled to fit it all in her mouth. Finn was happy to learn she was up for a challenge as she shifted her head and throat around, fitting more and more of him inside her. He could hear her gagging softly as she managed to fit it deep enough that its thick head pushed down her throat. Arvita gave a low and muffled moo as she lovingly mashed her face into his crotch. Her thick nostrils flared enthusiastically, hooked on the same pungent musk that Finn had barely noted. The fact that she was faceplanted into it and likely because she was a female gave her a much more intense reaction.

Finn started out trying to take it easy on her. As big as Arvita was, he wasn’t sure how to handle his new dick yet. That concern faded more and more as the cowgirl eagerly deepthroated and slobbered all over his junk, stoking his arousal until he couldn’t control himself. He thrust deeper into her face, distorting her features as she went on drooling and sucking.

Finn unsheathed himself from the half-giant’s face with a noisy slurp. Arvita’s eyes fluttered in a look of both relief and excitement, knowing what that meant for her. She laid back into the bed, resting her arms over her head and batting her eyes invitingly. Her muscles tensed readily as her huge udders bobbed to a stop.

“Give it to me,” the leaking bovine pleaded, the intensely horny expression written all over her face.

Finn started to like how it looked on her. Seeing the giantess giving in to her lust in his presence felt plenty empowering. He could imagine how greedier lords could give in to this kind of power, but as his new genitalia drove him even wilder he wanted to see how far he could push it.

“I don’t know... I’m not convinced you want it bad enough yet.”

His teasing comment got her eyes to widen once again. He could see he had her hooked already.

“What? You can’t back out on me now!” Arvita rambled.

Her tough and cocky behavior melted away in the face of desperation.

“I need it! I want it so bad! I can’t imagine how I’d stay sane knowing that monster cock’s out there without havin’ it crammed inside me! I’m soakin’ wet here, man. I’m beggin’ ya!! You gotta gimme that dick!”

Arvita looked like a well-trained dog being teased with a steak as she stared down his cock hovering just out of her reach. He could see her at her wits end trying to resist him but still so obsessed with him that she wasn’t willing to risk ruining her shot. She just pleaded and trembled as her spread pussy leaked openly for him.

“Let’s see if you can show how much you deserve it.”

Finn grabbed onto her thick and muscular legs and thrust into her pussy. As huge as she was, his massive new dick was more than enough to satisfy her. It pumped inside with a wet and fleshy sucking noise. Her powerful hips bucked up promptly upon his insertion, thrusting her thick hips into him to take all she could get. Ritz’s gifted dick fit in perfectly, sending a rush of pleasure through both of their bodies. The demonic dicking had her moaning and mooing in no time at all, and by a few thrusts she had settled back into a rhythmic humping as she rather meekly followed his lead.

“There’s a good breeding cow,” Finn grunted out in the moment of passion.

The strongest mercenary in the land, capable of taking on a small army, nodded rapidly as she stared in wide-eyed excitement.

“Yes I am! So good! So breedable! Do whatever you want to your dumb horny cow, baby!” she rambled in almost comical agreeability.

Finn was lost in his own intense ecstasy. He pounded away hard enough to make Arvita’s milky jugs bounce like crazy, swaying slightly out of sync with his thrusts. His sledgehammer of a cock mashed against her fat, wet clit repeatedly as she bovine warrior’s eyes rolled. Her large hands gripped the headboard hard enough to crack the wood between her fingers, making it all the more hot and impressive that she was yielding to Finn before he could even wield his actual magic on her.

“You really do want it that bad,” Finn groaned.

“Yes! Fuck! Fill me up with that fucking monster dick, stud!”

He wasn’t an evil guy, but she brought out so much passion in him. He pinched and pulled on one of her nipples while he slapped her meaty flank and Arivta just cried out hornier than ever. She clearly wasn’t used to anyone pounding her like this.

Finn got caught up in the moment and braced his hands beneath her legs. He quickly realized he wasn’t strong enough to lift them on his own, but Arvita picked up on his idea and was more than eager to go with anything he wanted. She lifted her legs for him as he guided them up, putting the half-giant’s weight back on her shoulders. Her huge breasts hung heavily and bumped against her chin, leaving the milk running down her face and chest.

She watched wide-eyed as he folded her into a mating press. While Finn couldn’t lift that big of a woman, his supernatural cock could keep her pinned. It pounded down like a jackhammer, unbreakably hard as it crushed its way into her clit. What felt like it could have split a normal human had Arvita crying out, not sure if she wanted to moo or scream more. She messily babbled out a strange, inhuman mixture of both that disturbed many patrons downstairs, even through the thick wooden floors.

“YES! YES! MATE ME, BULL! FUCK ME SHITLESS, YOU FUCKIN’ BEAST!”

That kind of encouragement from a half-bull monstergirl certainly did a lot for Finn’s ego and libido. He gripped and squeezed her horns tightly like handlebars, barely able to reach them now that she was all but doubled over in her new position. It gave him even more leverage to pummel her clit into submission. Her pussy was already gushing wet in approval, so now it was overflowing as Finn’s precum oozed into her.

Their heated ranting and cursing finally peaked as they cried out together. Her pussy clenched and twitched around his massive hardon, grinding her hips and clit against him as she gushed a thick, warm wave of cum.

Finn returned the favor in kind, and harder than he had intended to. His new massive cock came with a matching orgasm, gushing a torrent of semen into her. His demonically empowered cum seemed to bubble inside her, making it tingle in every crevice of Arvita’s pussy. Her body shuddered again, clearly reacting to the strange stimulation. He was surprised to be still riding out the aftershocks of his own orgasm when her hips bucked again, squirting on him a second time in her wildly horny submission. He’d have surely fallen off from her powerful bucking if not for his firmly rooted demon dick.

With their mixed cum trickling out of her, her balance finally gave out. Arvita’s heavy legs slumped back to the bed and Finn slipped out of her in their passionate disengaging.

“Gods damned… where did you learn to mate like that?” Arvita panted.

She wrapped a muscular arm around Finn, squeezing him against her sweaty skin and still milky breasts.

“Sort of new to it,” he admitted. “Recent development, really.”

“Well why stop now, huh?”

The half-giant drew him into a deep kiss. It was hungry but affectionate, closer to the one they first had downstairs when Finn was overwhelmed by his sudden crush on her. They held it for who knew how long before the minotaur shifted back gently into the bed. She let out a huge yawn despite having apparently slept through the raid earlier. She scratched around her groin crudely, but Finn smiled. He found her bluntness charming.

“Don’t know about you, but I’m gonna crash for a little. You uh… wanna stick with?” she asked with clear hope in her voice.

“Love to,” Finn sighed.

He cuddled up with her, letting his body crash after the intense orgasm and lugging around his new dick so suddenly. He couldn’t help but think that being tucked in between the sweaty bicep and milk tit of the huge cowgirl felt like the best pillow in the world.

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Finn woke up with a soft yawn. He had to squirm to get out of Arvita’s grasp, glad to see that he hadn’t slept especially long. He knew the girls would wait for him, but he didn’t want to keep them long. He really had to push on the cowgirl’s arm to get her to let go. He appreciated being held so tightly, but he didn’t remember having to work that hard just to move her.

It wasn’t until he got out of her bed that he got a good look at Arvita. She had changed since he saw her last, and he couldn’t think of anything but himself that could have caused it. She looked… well, more demonic.

Her horns were sharper, more curved and narrow than the short and bulky ones she had before. She still had even more muscle but her tits and ass were even bigger than before, where either cheek or jug was larger than either of the imps. She had grown almost another half foot, making her look even too big for her specially sized bed. Her skin had turned a darker shade, closer to purple than any tan.

The transformed giantess yawned as she rose from the bed. She stretched out and her knuckles and horns scraped against the ceiling, but at her clearly enhanced strength and durability she didn’t seem to notice.

“Mornin’. Fuck, man. Nothin’ like a good dickin’ to get you in the right mood. I haven’t felt this good in years.”

“That might not be… well, not JUST the sex,” Finn admitted.

Arvita looked at a mirror… then stooped over to be able to see herself. She ran a hand over one of her new horns before patting her hefty jug. To Finn’s relief, she smiled widely, flashing much more pointed teeth than any human or bovine should rightly have.

“Hell yea,” she laughed.

“Love the makeover! You do this?”

Finn shrugged.

“I guess so. First time I used that thing on anybody.”

“Aww, no way I was your first. You fuckin’ virgin,” Arvita teased playfully.

“Let’s go with that for now. Sure.”

“Well I love the new look. And considering you might’ve put me out of a job out there today… you hirin’?”

“Definitely,” Finn spat out before he could even consider her wage or the cost of her food bill. Especially after she grew even larger than when she was eating the inn out of business.

The minotaur tagged along, following Finn’s lead. They got dressed and went back downstairs, where plenty of people gave them room. For all they’d known, the two went upstairs for an hour and Arvita came back more monstrous than ever while looking pleased with herself. Elle and Ritz were waiting for them. The dark elf bowed slightly as the imp looked slightly concerned.

“Excellent timing, my lord. I assume this is another new hire?” Elle droned predictably.

Her eyes darted and lingered on Arvita’s chest, clearly not used to being anything but the bustiest in the room.

“Right. Arvita will be working with us and living at the castle from now on.”

The staff at the inn breathed a barely concealed sigh of relief in the background.

“Splendid,” Elle replied in her monotonous tone. “In the meantime, I suggest you check on your familiar.”

“Why? ...where’s Skeetch?”

“She vomited a large mixture of what appeared to be slime, fish eggs and small furniture before flying out into the alleyway.”

Finn’s face went blank with concern. He looked to Ritz, who shrugged. He darted out into the alley where he’d gotten his empowering blowjob, finding the almost completely round imp sprawled out in midair. Skeetch’s stomach gurgled noisily and she groaned as her bulging belly bucked around as if it was the soccer ball to some invisible force.

“Ohhh fuck… fuck I think it’s kicking!” Skeetch wailed out. Her shrill voice carried a mix of arousal and pain with it while her eyes rolled back into her head.

“What’s kicking you!?” Finn asked, readying some magic in case he needed it.

“The baby, fuckhead!”

“The uh… what?”

“Ohhhh here they come!”

Skeetch grabbed at her belly and a thick spray of strange purple slime shot out of her exposed pussy. It scalded through a chunk of a crate as the others took a large step back.

“Uh… I guess breathe,” Finn encouraged awkwardly.

He didn’t even know demons got pregnant, or really if she had to breathe. It did explain her especially ravenous eating though. He looked to Ritz for support and she shrugged again. On the plus side, Skeetch seemed to be enjoying herself in the mindblowing sensation of birthing something that seemed bigger than she was altogether. Her hips humped the air, and suddenly thrust out as she squirted a stickier burst of cum out in the middle of the process.

“Ohhhh yea. Fuck yea. I could get used to this,” Skeetch raved noisily.

Her body bucked again, a mix of cum, sludge and strange black light bursting out of her pussy. She wailed in mad pleasure as out spilled an assortment of small demons, gradually deflating her stomach. Even as huge as her gut had been, there were more than seemed possible to fit inside her entire body. They were mostly imps similar to her with their huge, shortstack curves, but one was an eyeless, huge-mouthed demon with a broader, more muscular build. Two of them were full blown succubi, by the looks. Still short for humans, but taller than Skeetch herself. Genetics clearly didn’t apply much to demons, especially considering they all seemed to emerge fully grown.

The drained Skeetch moaned mindlessly as she floated slowly to the ground. She gave a wet, throaty purr as she squirmed contently.

“Fuck that felt good. Like takin’ a huge cock in reverse…”

She batted her eyes towards Finn hopefully.

“So when we makin’ the next batch? I got a mighty hungry womb over here.

Finn pursed his lips as he looked over at her hellspawn. The demons all stared at him with wide eyes, clearly recognizing him as they bowed.

“Good morning, master. Mother. How may we serve the demon lord this day?”

“Let me guess,” Arvita pointed out from behind Finn.

“I’m gonna have to do some sharing, huh?”

“Probably,” her new boss nodded.