While Pretty Thing isn't particularly concerned about his invisible yet certainly observing audience, that doesn't mean the man is entirely reckless when it comes to relaxing within a hostile dungeon. Even as he discards his outer robes a number of enchanted items remain to adorn his form, for one must always use protection. Quite a few pieces of jewelry rest upon his fingers, neck, and chest - including one piercing passing through a nipple - and he doesn't entirely strip off his other clothing either. Beneath his robes an open vest remains hanging over his exposed chest, and his pants appear to feature a rather large flap on the front which allow for his impressive manhood to be freely displayed without the need to loosen his belt.
For her part, Tiffany is a bit less restrained. Her own mage's robes land on a nearby blanket, but the demon doesn't let anything else slow her down before getting on her knees in front of her squad leader. She licks her lips at the sight of his swelling organ, only to look up in confusion as Pretty briefly turns away from her.
"Just to confirm before we begin - no one's been 'volunteered' for this, yes?" The incubus eyes each of the other kobolds and demons who came along with Tiffany, as well as sparing a glance for the two watching elementals. "It does rather spoil the flavor when someone's heart isn't in it, and I've heard some in the military get...funny ideas."
A kobold giggles. "Actually, we had to draw straws for this. Though I was kind of wondering - you succubi and incubi can feed off pain too, right? Didn't you get enough of that yesterday? Not that I mind doing this just for fun, of course..."
Tiffany reaches out to grab hold of the man's cock, groaning as her attempt fails. Stepping aside, Pretty shifts into lecturer mode for a moment once again as he answers the soldier's question. "The answer is yes, and no. Yes, pain does feed us as efficiently as pleasure does. And yes, the pain I cause with my magic can feed me. Unfortunately, most of the pain inflicted during yesterday's battle was while I was too busy to focus on feeding from it, and the pain I caused though my own magic is...less effective than the normal kind for such purposes."
"Talk later, put that dick between these lips already!" Tiffany makes grabby motions towards the incubus, but the man simply sighs.
"Please don't interrupt, Tiffany. I'm imparting important knowledge to our allies here. Knowing how to properly feed a demon could be a matter of life and death one day. Now, does anyone want to take a guess as to why my magic causes inefficient feeding from pain? Yes?" He points towards a younger incubus, raising one hand in the air while using the other to prepare his own erection.
"Because the pain you cause is only mental, if I understand it? I assume there needs to be actual physical pain as well for it, to, ah, 'count'?"
"Half true!" Pretty raises a finger into the air. "If the target truly believed that the pain was physical, it works just as well as the mundane sort! However, when someone feels their intestines being ripped out through their naval, then looks downward to find their guts perfectly intact, then the mind creates conflicting messages. The part of the brain controlling the senses believes there to be pain, yet the reasoning center knows that the pain is false. Thus, the meal is...tainted. I can feed from it, yes, but at only a bare profit from the energy I expend casting the spell. Pleasure, on the other hand - "
"Are you going to talk all day, old man, or fuck!?" Tiffany's eyes glow dangerously, and Pretty briefly considers whether or not the Warp Mistress might be considering opening a portal just to get ahold of his cock - or perhaps to do something far less pleasant with it.
"Fine - I suppose I can do both." With that said Pretty grabs hold of her blonde scalp with one hand, and with the other aims his cock at her glistening lips, slamming himself into her throat in a single practiced gesture. Even the experienced arcane demon gags roughly at the sudden intrusion, but as Pretty begins pushing magic into her body her instinctive protests begin to turn to moans. "In case you're wondering, what I'm doing here is essentially rewiring the nerves of Warp Mistress Tiffany's throat to act like the ones inside of her vagina. And...if I add a little more...there we go, her uvula is now reporting sensations as if it were a second clitoris. The gag reflex has, of course, been supressed for this purpose."
Tiffany confirms this change with a deep moan, audible even through the dick buried in her throat, but hers isn't the only one the crowd can hear. The kobold from earlier grows unsteady on her legs as her fingers rub between the lips of her cunt, and her tongue runs along the lips of her snout. "Oh, fuck, that's hot. You can basically turn any body part into a clit?"
"Technically, yes, although it doesn't always have the intended outcome." Pretty pauses briefly to move both hands onto the back of Tiffany's head, and after taking a moment to begin facefucking her fully he continues. "The clitoris is extremely sensitive, and if you try to apply that to too much surface area at once - an entire hand, or breast, for example - it becomes overwhelming. Not necessarily painful but more than the mind can actually process, which means you actually cause more of a numbing sensation than a pleasurable one."
A green-eyed succubus frowns at a potential inconsistency, even as the incubus next to her begins fondling her tits. "But you said magically-triggered pleasure is less effective, right? I mean, there are a whole group of us here, but wouldn't it be more effective if you were pounding her actual cunt instead of making one out of her mouth?"
"Ah, I'm glad you brought that up, I was just about to get to that before I was rudely interrupted earlier." Pretty gives Tiffany a slap on the cheek as punishment for that, although it does nothing to stop the sounds of sloppy moaning coming from her. "You actually don't see that issue with pleasure, unlike with pain. Any guesses why?"
"Oooh, ooh!" Surprisingly, it's Squirt who raises her hand this time, doing her best impression of a hop as her torso rises and falls against the river shoreline. "It's because even if they know the pleasure's not real, they still wish it was!"
"Well! An insightful student! I'm impressed, given that you have no first-hand experience. Or...perhaps you do have experience, when it comes to wishing to experience pleasure?" Pretty raises a questioning eyebrow, and Squirt nods without shame.
"I mean, considering how much fun the fleshies have with it, it seems like there's gotta be something to it. You said you can make us feel like that? Do we gotta take turns?"
The man shakes his head, although he gestures for a moment of patience before he answers. Pretty instead focuses on giving Tiffany a few more long thrusts into her throat, and on the third repetition the arcane demon's body transforms into a shivering, twitching mess. Pretty holds himself there for a few moments, riding out her orgasm, before finally releasing his grip on her head. As Tiffany collapses backwards, gasping for air even as her thighs continue to tremble, Pretty finally answers the question.
"As enjoyable as that would be, we do regrettably have other things to do today. Rather than a direct application of pleasure though, I believe I shall go with...an enhancement spell, to increase the feelings we already receive. A good middle ground. With a few alterations for you two elementals, of course." With that said the incubus channels an aura effect on those around him, and those currently engaged in some form of self-pleasure - which is most of them - suddenly gasp as the effectiveness of their efforts is increased tenfold. There's a bit of a pause as everyone adapts to the change, but soon they're right back at it, experimenting with the increased effects.
Spurt and Squirt are included among those. Spurt releases a relaxed-sounding sigh as his body flattens out, pressing against the soil of the riverbank. "Oooohhh...the ground feels so good! And the grass poking at me...is this sex?"
Pretty fails to hide a smirk. "Given your lack of proper anatomy, I have turned your entire body into something of a low-level erogenous zone. Although if you wish to focus your efforts on a specific body part, I think you'll find the effects much increased."
"Oh hells yeah!" Of the pair, it's actually Squirt who produces a phallic-shaped tendril from her lower body first, grabbing a slippery hold of it with one hand. "Damn! I see now why the fleshies like doing this all the time!" Spurt is quick to follow along in the trail of his fellow elemental...although the watery tendril he creates is perhaps just a smidge longer than his companion's.
Seeing that the pair are proving to be quick students, Pretty focuses his attention back onto the Domain soldiers, pulling close the nearest incubus with one hand around his waist. "May I?"
"Yes, of - mmrph!" The soldier's response is muffled by Pretty pressing his lips against the younger demon's, and as his right hand keeps the man pulled close, his left takes charge of stroking the demon's cock. It's longer than Pretty's own, if perhaps a bit less girthy, but that only gives the Sensationalist more room to work with as he runs his hand up and down the eager shaft, coating it with the demon's own pre-cum. As the others watch on they can tell that there's a full battle of the tongues going on in the soldier's mouth, and it appears to be a battle the soldier is happy to lose, his eyes growing lidded as Pretty works his literal magic. Perhaps the Supreme-tier lover has turned the man's oral muscle into a second cock, or a clit, or something more, but whatever he's done it appears to be just as effective as the work he's doing with the man's dick.
It's not long before Pretty has the man shooting off his cum into the air - and if most of it lands on the collapsed Tiffany, that's probably just a coincidence. With a smile on his face, Pretty looks around for his next partner. Or perhaps, his next meal. "Delightful. Who's next?"
Perhaps surprisingly not everyone is quick to volunteer. Some of those present have already gotten entangled with other participants, such as a succubus pinning a kobold to the ground and riding him cowgirl, or the other kobold who's crawled up next to Tiffany to give her a good tongue bath. That still leaves a pair of demons free, a man and a woman, and Pretty engages with them both, pulling them into a standing threesome. With the help of the fellow incubus Pretty turns the woman into the meat of a demon sandwich, and a few minutes later the Sensationalist is having his own first climax of the morning, pumping the succubus's ass full with a fresh load of hot demon cum.
Although the elementals are still a bit slower to explore their modified bodies, it doesn't take long for everyone else to get their first round and they soon move on to their second. That is the downside of involving other succubi and incubi in the process, unfortunately - with the 'meal' being divided several ways, they simply have no choice but to go back for seconds...and perhaps thirds. Pretty himself moves from partner to partner, engaging in another facefuck with the cowgirl-riding succubus, before moving on to pull the female kobold into a doggy position. Tiffany, not yet done with the woman's tongue, follows along to get herself a round of cunnilingus in between the soldier's moans.
Finally it's down to Squirt and Spurt who have yet to climax, and it's clear that both of them are a little frustrated by the experience. Spurt voices those concerns for the audience. "I don't know - I keep pulling at it but nothing special seems to be happening! Is there something extra we have to do? I mean, it definitely feels good, but it looks like it's supposed to be a little...more, yeah?"
Pretty taps his chin - after pausing to lick off a stray bit of cum that attached itself to his finger. "For a proper climax, timing is very important. The physical sensations are only part of it, you need to have the proper mindset to see yourself through. Given that you're entirely inexperienced with this, I imagine it might take a fair bit of trial and error to fully understand your own waves of pleasure, and to peak at the right crest. If you'll forgive the nautical terminology."
Squirt groans, partly from pleasure and partly from annoyance. "Who cares how you say it - how do we do the big splash thing?"
"Well, with a bit of teamwork, I think!" Pretty grins widely at the gathered assembly and motions for them to come closer. "I have a spell that can link our sensations together - you can feel it from our perspective as we climax, and then that will guide you through! A lighthouse to your high tide! ...Forgive me, I have not been sailing in many a year."
Tiffany snorts, although her right hand is already finding its way between her legs. "Ugh, another round? I don't feed off this, you're going to wear me out. Although I guess I do get a little something out of these two learning something new..."
"That's the spirit! All together now!" Bringing the group in closer, Pretty leads the circlejerk around the two elementals. Four cocks and four cunts get worked by hands and fingers, most of the time by those belonging to their owners, although in a few cases some neighborly assistance is provided. With Pretty linking them together in a spell they find their pleasure swelling and falling in sync, with even the foreign sensation of liquid bodies flooding into their minds. It does take some time for the group to fully work their way up to a big finale, with some of the participants truly reaching the end of their rope, but finally the wave breaks and the sensation of orgasm washes across them all.
Four loads of cum fly through the air, some of it sinking into the forms of Squirt and Spurt like ocean foam. Not all of the women present are squirters but one succubus does add her own fluids to the mix, bathing the pair in a warm spring rain. And finally - the elementals reach their own delicious moments, their phallic tendrils of fluid firing off into the air like fountains. Rather literally, really, with streams of fresh river water being shot several feet into the air in a continuous stream, giving everyone a rather impressive sight. Were it not for the fact that their lower bodies are still connected to the river itself the pair would likely dehydrate in moments, but instead they each last for a solid minute before finally receding.
The elementals slink back into the river itself, regathering themselves, but Squirt's head does turn back to face the morning's instructor. "So...that's what you call sex, then?"
Pretty grins, even as he begins tucking himself back into his pants. "Some. But myself? I call it a good breakfast."
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