Chapter 11
We held our first Capital recruitment party and made it completely open-door.
We had hosted similar recruitment events in Zaglis and Grubiit, but we capped the attendance in both cases.
Since the Capital was the most populated city in the kingdom, it was the largest pond, and the University added even more depth to the pool.
As much fun as endless sex with dozens of women could be, this night was important for several important, practical reasons as well.
We were about to open up a bunch more recruitment living spaces because more followers would make me more powerful, and Podni had bombs to test.
“Once the hall is full, Byron will start the event,” Solara explained. “Abby will tell us how horny they feel at that point, and we'll observe their reactions too. Then Byron will go back out of sight. Podni sets off her device, and Byron reappears to see how they react after.”
“How quickly will it take effect?” Purity asked.
“I wish I knew,” Podni answered. “If the system accepted the ability, it should work, but we don't know what the mechanics are like.”
Solara nodded. “Could be instant or take days. There's no way of knowing.” I meant it when I said I liked her new horns, but I still wasn’t used to seeing the ivory-white spikes extending from her head.
“If it works too well, we’re going to have a room full of cum-hungry zombies,” Invia said.
Solara giggled. “That's actually a real possibility.”
“I'll survive,” I joked.
“We know you would. They wouldn't, and we need them in one piece to milk for Will points.”
Purity closed her eyes. She did that sometimes when speaking telepathically so we would know why she was distracted.
When she opened them again, she said, “Kierka just let me know we're ready to start.”
“I'll be right back,” I said.
The venue wasn't built to host shows or performances, but there was a small stage for a band to play during dinner or dances.
I climbed the few stairs backstage and stepped around the curtain wearing my golden lion mask and a set of my fanciest silks.
Given the occasion, I thought all black was appropriate.
I looked out over a dense crowd of mostly young women in various types of dresses.
The less well-off did their best to dress up for the special occasion, while the rich girls often thought of these recruitment events as beauty pageants, but you didn't need money to be attractive, and even then, looks were only a part of the criteria.
“I'm happy to see all of you today. Tonight is about finding the right people for the Order of the Silk Noose. We are a demanding group, but our members will tell you the rewards match the effort. Anyone you see wearing a lion mask of any color is a member. For this first phase of the night, make friends with each other and with our existing members. Learn about each other and learn about the Silk, and enjoy yourselves. You can have as much drink and dreamdust as you want.”
And I stepped backstage.
“They are slightly more aroused than an average human female in heat,” Abby said, sniffing the air. “I would expect this reaction from seeing our Master for the first time.”
“That’s our baseline,” Solara stated. “Let’s see how it changes.”
Podni smiled. “2… 1…”
The two bombs went off but didn't make any noise or produce any noticeable blast. They released a pulse of Intoxicate, and then an ultra-aerated mist of my cum was released into the room, its gaseous state helping it to spread.
Solara flushed. “Well, I can definitely feel it.”
Invia, Podni, and Purity nodded.
“We get the first batch of blessings when we reach the last phase for the party,” Invia said. “Please don't make us wait.”
“Or give us each at least two of your dicks right now,” Podni suggested. “Two each.”
I shook my head. “Go run the party, and we’ll see who has earned it by then.”
Podni paused on her way out to whisper to me, “I want so much cum in me that it leaks out my ears.”
And then she moved on. She loved to say fucked up shit like that, and I loved to listen.
Invia came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my waist, and groped me over my pants. “What about a little blessing right now?”
“Go earn it,” I said.
She pouted. “You're mean.”
I used Silkmancer to grab the ribbon on her throat and turned her around, pressing her face against the wall. I lifted her skirt, revealing two bare butt cheeks divided by a silk thong, and gave her two stinging smacks.
“No Rope Burn?” Invia asked, doing her best to look back at me.
I slapped again. “Only pain.”
Stopping on an odd number felt wrong, so I gave her one more smack and then enjoyed a squeeze of her small but athletic ass. Feeling that taut skin with a welcoming cushion beneath never got old.
“Go help Podni,” I commanded.
Still controlling Invia by her silk, I yanked and pulled her out of the room.
“Both of you too,” I said to Purity and Solara. I watched them consider defying me just for the fun of it, but they did as I commanded.
Solara gave Purity's ass a feel on the way out. As much as I wanted that to have been for my benefit, I knew those two tremendously enjoyed each other's bodies.
When I turned around, Abby was on her hands and knees with her night-black ass in the air. Her three tails danced about but stayed raised so I would have a clear view of her ass and her slit.
“If you can't give me your seed, punish me with your hands instead,” she cooed, wiggling her hips. “Spanking a demon is safe for a human. I promise.”
I had thus far resisted touching any of the three demon sisters. Would Abby’s abyssal skin feel like a human’s? Would it be warmer, colder, or maybe something wholly alien, a sensation that didn't exist on the material plane?
If Invia's abyssal tongue was so good for head, how much more amazing would Abby’s be after a few centuries of practice?
Could I even fuck Stacey's chrome pussy? Would the texture of Drae’s lizard skin feel good on my cock?
But I always heard Aurketzu warning me that sex with any demon would be my downfall.
Not all of her words were pure manipulation, and she had offered me life-saving advice on multiple occasions.
I couldn't tell which this was, and anything on the human plane that had ever been written or said about humans boning demons assumed it was a bad idea.
People were prudes, though. Homosexuality used to be criminal, and that was enough for me to doubt anything humanity had ever believed.
The first time I saw a girl eat out another girl was the closest I ever came to a religious experience in my life, a triumph that ended up standing for the many centuries of my extended life.
Any man who looked at that spectacle and vowed to keep it from ever happening again–robbing the world of immeasurable joy for all genders–should have been executed on the spot, not held up as a leader.
I liked it so much that it became background entertainment for me.
I spent many nights reading and studying while two or three women pleasured each other somewhere nearby.
Yes, sometimes I interrupted for my own direct satisfaction, but not always.
It was like living art. Just being in its presence lifted my mood.
The same men who decided women shouldn't fuck each other probably also decided that humans shouldn't fuck demons.
And Aurketzu definitely didn’t get to decide for me either.
“Finger yourself,” I commanded Abby.
She didn't hesitate. She kept her ass high and reached back between her legs, rubbing two fingers up and down on her clit.
“Foolishness. Pure foolishness.”
I was wondering when the sorceress in my mind would speak up.
“Count to five,” I said, stepping forward and smacking her ass as hard as I could. Her levels were likely in the 100s. She could take it.
“One.”
Slap.
“Two.”
“Put two fingers in,” I ordered and brought my hand down again.
“Three,” Abby moaned as she reached inside herself.
“Weak. You are weak.”
Smack.
“Four.”
“Finger yourself harder.”
She started to move her hand faster.
“Harder than that. I want you to hear your fingers fucking you.”
Abby grinned and started to pound herself, her palm clapping off her lips and clit each time she shoved her fingers deep.
I gave her one more spank.
“Five.”
And triggered Rope Burn+25.
Abby immediately squirted, and her moan felt like a siren's call, as if the whole of reality was sucked toward her in that moment, caught in the implosion of her orgasm.
“You have begun your undoing.”
Purity stepped into the room right then and froze, staring at Abby’s wet ass in the air and her drool on the floor.
“I didn't mean to interrupt,” she said before biting her lip. Her eyes hadn't left Abby’s holes yet. Purity felt the gravitational pull of the demon’s ass as well.
“She just finished,” I replied. “Are you ready for me?”
Purity nodded. “Can she still sense arousal in this condition?”
I frowned. That was a good question. I snatched the silk on Abby’s neck and pulled to bring her upright.
“Can you?” I asked.
“Yes, Master,” she answered with a pleasure-filled coo.
I followed Purity on stage, and the tone shift was as distinct as a thunderclap.
This was two doses of Intoxicate+57–yes, I put 47 more Loyalty Pledges into Intoxicate–and they hadn't all turned into sex-crazed zombies.
No one rushed the stage begging to suck my dick, which would have been nice, but my presence got their attention, as if they could smell that I entered the room.
Each face had the hungry, confident focus of a woman who had decided she was going to fuck me tonight. That might be a few hours away yet, but she knew it, and she couldn't help imagining what it was going to be like.
“How about some entertainment to go with the evening?” I asked.
Three dozen women in silk lingerie and lion masks marched into the banquet hall and climbed onto the tables in pairs. They were all told they could do whatever they wanted as long as they actively pleasured each other in the process.
One pair lay down in a missionary position, making out. Another pair left one girl standing while the second dropped to her knees to use her mouth. One pair sat side by side and fingered each other. Another pair used all four hands to finger just one of the two. And on and on the creativity went.
“If anyone feels inspired,” I added, “the Silk teaches us that we can have whatever we want. If what you want is standing next to you, you don't need to wait.”
And I made my exit. I found Abby where I left her. She was slowly fingering herself again. I was alive. I was still in control of my fate. Aurketzu was wrong again.
“Are you going to say anything about that?” I asked in my mind.
No response.
Why did I keep doing that? I had caught myself speaking back to the voice before, and I had long decided that was a bad idea for a number of reasons, but I couldn’t help myself.
Aurketzu didn’t speak, but it was like I could sense her sulking in the corner of my brain.
“A third of the women salivated when they saw your cock enter the room,” Abby said before I needed to ask.
“Nearly all of them got a little bit wet, and they all imagined themselves taking your cock. Their willingness to act on that desire immediately varied because of social pressures, but in their minds, every one of those women was getting fucked by my Master’s perfect dick. ”
That was the kind of outcome we hoped for.
Repeat users of Byron’s Blessing, now with a dollop of real jizz in the magically generated load, would dose themselves with Intoxicate+57 several times over.
If this was the reaction we saw with only two Intoxicate Bombs, someone who exposed themselves to the force of 7 or 8 of those bombs over the course of a month or two would think about nothing other than my dick.
Podni was a genius.
Solara and Sarah appeared backstage. “We were talking, and we’re not sure if the hotel suite will fit everyone for the final phase. We could end up with close to 200 new initiates at this rate, if that's okay.”
“If they make it through the process, they're worthy,” I replied. “However many that ends up being is fine.”
“Are you okay with keeping the recruitment party here?” Solara asked. “I would send a few of the girls to fetch the drink and the dust from the hotel, and then send a few to go get us extra. We're going to need it.”
“Yes, that's fine. We can distribute the party favors now too.”
“Yes, Father,” Solara said with a bow and an evil grin.
I watched from the shadow of the stage curtain as members of the Silk marched into the banquet hall, carrying armfuls of Byron’s Blessings like they were firewood. Behind them were girls carrying baskets of the suction glasses.
They offered them to every girl they passed, and they stopped at the tables where the entertainment still pleasured each other, dropping off toys for each pair.
The candidates in the room were shy, hesitant, and nervous as they inspected the replicas of my cock. The girls on the tables, however, didn't hesitate. They were as creative with the toys as they were with their positions.
One pair with a particularly strong sub and dom dynamic took four of Byron's Blessings.
One pulled the head of the other girl onto her thigh as if offering a pillow.
She reached down, stuffed a dildo in her ass and her pussy, and turned them on to the max thrust setting.
She shoved a third in her mouth, and I thought it was interesting that the girl chose to manually thrust the dick in and out of her throat instead of letting the enchantment do the work.
The enchantment would have been gentler.
She put the fourth in herself and set it to steady but slow pumps.
An hour later, we were down to about 180 girls, and we moved into the final phase of the party, which would have typically happened in a fancy hotel suite.
I sat on the stage, and we started to play our usual party games, but this was a lot of bodies. The sense that I was missing opportunities grew by the minute, but I didn’t know how to properly take advantage of this. My limber saboteur saved me.
Podni hopped on my lap and wrapped her arms around me. “How would you like some dessert?”
“Very much so.”
The rest of my party climbed on stage.
“Fuck us, please,” Invia said while Purity, Solara, and Podni begged me with their eyes.
I stood and unzipped my pants. “Only because you asked nicely.”