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A Harem Of One

By: DankeDonuts

https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/

Alexandré is the creation and property of Flittermilk

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/flittermilk

A feathered quill raced over a page from a worn and well-loved journal. "The featured players of this tale of erotic misadventure," began a deeply tanned lass, reciting each word as she set them down, "are as follows. Justine Dantrell, farmer's daughter turned third-circle sorceress! Specializing in the Carnal school. Bethany Brillig, the penniless noble! Who fled an arranged marriage to go and bed everybody except her betrothed. And of course your humble authress, Seanette Eritas. Explorer, provocateur, shameless self-promoter. Rumored love-child of a cursed daemonologist."

Seanette's grey eyes lit up, forefinger of her free hand raised high. "Postscript! For the ever so sultry tale of how these three wayward women came to live - and lived to come! - together as a travelling trio of tireless titillators, consult my published works." She ended her journal entry with the promise of more to follow. "Our tale's star has not yet taken the stage, as yet. For said stage has yet to be crafted."

Setting the 'stage' -- the summoning circle -- was partly Bethany's job. The chocolate-skinned woman had the best hand for art work, as the other ladies and many of their lovers knew well. Many a time she'd covered them all in elaborate designs of specialized elven-make dyes. Enhancing pleasure, prolonging virility, keeping fertility at bay. She'd spent the writer's customary prologue sorting through a set of paints and reagents. "A bit early for that, isn't it?" she asked toward the brunette member of their party, who was busy wriggling out of her bodice.

"The ritual is very specific," Justine answered, matter-of-fact. She brought the practical know-how, mana reserves, and a knee-length ponytail. "We have to be naked. Even before one line is drawn. Or it won't work" Freed of their tailored shackles, the sorceress's magically-enhanced breasts nearly reached her navel.

Bethany shrugged, stole a look at her companion's ample nipples, and started untying her boots. But remained her skeptical, inquiring self. "Where exactly did you find that particular book of spells, by the way?"

Justine tossed her discarded clothes to the far end of the barn. "From a stand I found at the last bizarre we wandered into. After the circus with that little blonde gal who laid all the eggs." She giggled to herself. "The salesman what quite charming. Scruffy-looking ginger in the cutest vest. And that goatee, hrrrmmm so yummy! " She paused, tapping her chin absently. "Couldn't place his accent. But he did promise the daemon this calls up will be ready and willing for things that go beyond our wildest dreams."

"And I suppose the shop wasn't there when you went back for more?" Seanette's platinum-blonde ringlets turned side to side, one step out of pace with her head. "Tsk tsk. So cliche." Seanette placed her journal lovingly back into its satchel. The guest of honor wasn't even there yet, and already she was horny as hell!

. . .

Curves, lines, and symbolic accents formed a perimeter large enough to accommodate the upcoming orgy. Charged with mana, and the libidinous desires of those who'd drawn it, the portal glowed with golden light. The ritualistic preliminaries were nearly complete. There was only one thing left to do. The 'offering.'

Here, and only here, did the rite leave some wiggle room. Bethany took the initiative, pulling Seanette into a deep embrace and a tongue-twisting kiss. Justine squeeed and hopped right in, giving both of her friends pecks on their cheeks and pawing at their bare asses. The writer's mouth migrated down, to nibble and lick on the sorceress's nipple. The noble attacked Justine's other big brown bud, and soon all three were squirming around on their knees together, grasping, panting, kissing, nibbling. At the peak of lust, each reached a hand down to their own warm, wet, crotches. Bethany rubbed the silky fluid 'twinxt her fingers before smearing it along an empty space at the exact center of the circle. Her partners in lechery quickly followed suit.

The trio stepped back to the circle's edge, and waited. None of them so much as blinked for fear of missing something spectacular. After a moment of anticipation, the three lines became charged with the circle's energy. They boiled away into a brilliant plume of steam. A plume that grew into a cloud and then exploded in a flash of amber light. When the nude ladies could again look, HE stood there before them.

Alexandré.

Eight whole feet of him. Not counting the knobby tail that snaked across the floor, easily as long as he was tall, its tip twitching with anticipation. Nor the golden horns which curled up over his majestic head, circled back down under his ears and back up through his eyes. No, he had no eyes! Only exposed horn, peeking through otherwise empty sockets, piercing though his forehead to either side. The scent of his musk bombarded their noses. Heady, primal, domineering.

"I can smell your lust!" His broad-chested voice filled the room. Pointed ears twitching, he prowled the outside of the circle, making his way without sight. The ground trembled with each cloven-hoofed step. Gigantic nutsack swinging hypnotically. He touched his summoners as he moved, teasing caresses with his claws and tail spikes. Leaving little knicks on their skin to mark his passage. "I know your deepest desires."

Two women stood gobsmacked. Seanette dared to touch him back. Thrusting her hands into the rust-colored fur that covered a thickly muscled thigh. "Hello there, mighty lover. By way of introduction-"

"I know your names, and you know mine," he smirked, fangs gleaming. "Everything we need to know about each other is written into the circle underneath us." He moved in on the brave writer, catching her from behind, cocooned with his arms. His head snaked about hers. Crouching, he purred into an ear. "For example, you like letting others take control." One of his hands lowered to cup her crotch, yanked her upward until she was up on tiptoes. "You are about to get your wish, as never before." As he withdrew his hand, the tip of a claw grazed her most sensitive spot. She whimpered erotically.

Alex took a good whiff of his moistened mitt before moving on to the next woman. "You want to know the true power of the chaotic magics you wield," He told the purple-eyed Justine.

"You bet your hot ass I do! But that's not why we summoned you, heehee," Emboldened by her lust, the sorceress lept up closer to his head, play-acted biting the air between them.

He bit the air back with an audible 'chomp' that sent her stepping back. "I'll give you a taste of that power, and more. And you..." He turned on Bethany. "You just want to be part of the group. You can't imagine being... separated." His tail whipped around an ankle, yanked. Instantly she was on her hands and knees, legs spread, head hidden under ebony curls, displaying her cunt to all present. He basked in her humiliation with gleeful laughter. "You too will be satisfied."

Pinning the lady with his tail, he asked them all with remarkable cheer, "But isn't there something we'd all rather be doing than TALK?" Two mighty hands drew the Caucasians' heads to his high abdomen, then pressed them below his navel. Between their cheeks unfurled a monster cock. A foot and a half long, including an immense knot studded with bony horns . Wickedly pointed, in many places. He ground their heads into the it, jerking himself off with their flesh. Meanwhile, the tip of his tail tickled Bethany's twat. She sighed and moaned, and bent over. Head down kitty up.

Seanette and Bethany caught on, licking and stroking the meatstick between them. The first request to them came through clenched teeth. "I know you can do better than that. Be as rough as you like, ladies. Cleared to do as they pleased, each took a testicle into their hands and squeezed for all her might. "Yes,, hhaaannnhh! Good! That's what I wwaaarrnntt!"

Their reward was a whip of his tail Which sent Bethany careening into the pair. And its numerous dull-edged horns bucking against into their hips and legs and butts. Inviting, no ordering, them to hop aboard.

Justine was first to mount one of the bony knobs. One large enough to qualify as a dildo. The intense pleasure of fucking it was enhanced by the mild pain of other horns gouging into her thighs. "Not m-much for foreplay, are y-ya?"

"Hyyaaha, this IS the foreplay."

Seanette wrapped her cunt around nearest available nob, further up. And his tail-tip wormed its way into Bethany. Slinking and out and twisting around inside her, doing things no finger could do. They were all pressed together now, mashing into each other's tits and arms and legs. Swapping sweat and breath and whoops of pleasure. The closer the women came to release, more their hands were lubed by his electric precum. Which had begun seeping down the sides of his shaft through inhuman valves. The smell of it drove them to frenzy.

"Fight for it, girls! Fight for the first taste of me!"

Crazed with lust, the women obeyed gladly. Wrestling for control of his member with all six hands. Grabbing it good and tight, clawing it and each other, strafing their hands over its rough textures. Incensed by what his tail was doing to her, Bethany took command by getting hold of the sharply pointed tip and biting into it. Hard! Hard enough that she kept hold even when the other two tried to shake the whole thing away from her.

Alexandré hissed his approval. "Nnhhhuh! Nnnhhh! Nhuuu-hahahahahahaha!" The demon's body rippled with release, and Bethany's cheeks puffed out. Flooded with more jizz than she could handle. She pulled away, spitting most of it up all over her chest. And still it pumped out in long arcs of golden fluid, the inhumanly long orgasm spurred on by the four hands still yanking away. A symphony of squeals erupted when they god hosed too.

Each of these sultry sluts had consumed gallons of man-batter over the course of their travels. (Hell, they'd hosted tasting parties!) But never any like this. So warm, so very irresistible. They scraped it off each other and off themselves. Lapped it up off the floor. Licked the daemon's dick clean, and every other part of him that got splashed. Alexandré's tail followed them on their trek. One by one it brought them bucking and barking to orgasm.

The humans collapsed to the floor in a sated heap. But while the females recovered, the male was busy. Waving his slowly hands about, the fingers taking on a golden glow. The women's exhausted heads all bobbed. Then picked up a rhythm, moving in time with his limbs, their eyes glowing. Alexandré's smile was the very definition of 'sadistic. "You called me here. And now you are mine."

The orange beast stood, lifting his hands; three women lifted silently into the air. He slapped his hands together; Seanette slammed into Justine's left side, Bethany into her right. He kneaded his hands; the trio congealed together. Bethany's arm disappeared into Justine's ribs, and re-emerged from her shoulder. Seanette's tits migrated lower even as the rest of her torso melded in with two others. Their spasming lower halves became a grotesque conjunction of joints. Joints which slowly reduced in number, while the mindless maidens remained blissfully unaware of what was being done to them.

The completed monstrosity which was gently lowered to the floor had three heads atop a single torso. Justine's massive mammaries drooped down from their sternum. Below them, the breasts which had once been Seanette's alone. Then Bethany's rack, smallest of the three but still quite impressive. Three arms emerged from just two shoulder sockets. The skin of the each woman's head, breasts and arms remained as they had always been. The rest from their shoulders to their ass to their feet was an exotic striation of brown, fair, and olive.Their pubic hair was a dense, tri-colored mat.

Alexandré released them from hypnosis. In order to see an honest reaction to their new state. At first, each one hazily tried to pull away from their fellows, as if this was just another morning where they'd fallen asleep atop each other. The fun started when they realized that they could not. In fact, they could do little more than flail about on the floor. For while each woman controlled her own arms, they needed to cooperate in order to move their legs.

Panic-stricken Justine started muttering gibberish, or maybe counterspells.

Bethany was far more blasé. "So, this is a thing that's happening."

Seanette, for her part, was exploring herself. Themselves? "Gals, we have three clits. Three clits!" This earned her two harsh looks. "What? I'm just accentuating the positive!"

The daemon's bemused laughter shook the chamber. "I'll give you a moment to get acquainted with yourself, shall I? I'm generous like that. But just a moment." His kind offer was barely past his lips before he lunged at them. "A THANK YOU WOULD BE NICE!" He lorded over them, flecks of spittle singing their flesh where it fell from his mouth.

Justine shrieked, and tried to get away, backpedalling with her arms. But she didn't get her new body far before a clawed hoof pressed it to the floor. Its owner asked, almost offhandedly, "Is escape what you really, truly, want? Heh heh heh. Be honest, now."

The middle-head froze, stunned at the question. She opened her mouth to voice the fact that yes, dammit, she wanted to get away from this place, from the people she was melded to, from this leering monster. Only no words came out. For upon honest introspection she couldn't deny there was a different urge growing inside her. "I want... "

Seannet continued the thought, "I need..."

Followed by Bethany, "We need..."

The next words came thundering out of all three mouths, "TO BREED!!!" Not just fuck. BREED. Deep inside their collective pelvis, six ovaries, glowing with residual magic, were pumping eggs into a ravenous womb. A womb that was starving for the seed to bring life to them all. Crying out for it, louder and louder with every beat of the heart that was driving blood to a slick and quivering pussy.

All six eyes locked in on the only means of answering the call before it drove them insane. That dick. Fully erect again, the sight of it had their mouths watering.

His maleficent grin never wavered. "I don't aim to get you pregnant just once. I want to KEEP you pregnant." It was not a suggestion. This was his game and he would set the goals.

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes!" they replied, almost in unison.

"To keep you pregnant, I'll be keeping YOU."

"Oooh yes!" "Please!" "I'm yours!"

"Those I keep submit to my whims. Aaallllll my whims."

Total instant agreement. "We'll do anything you say." "Just fuck us!" "Fuck us right now!"

"Soon. First I desire entertainment," A curled finger bid them to rise. "Dance for me, Bethinette."

Six hands and two legs struggled to get the rest upright. Bethinette's combined mass gave them a height of roughly seven feet. Their maker watched with an artist's eye as they learned anew how to balance, move, turn, shimmy, kick, twirl. With each step what these women had been mattered less and less to them. What they were going to become was all that mattered. '...Brood Mother...' The words reverberated in their minds. Became the tune they danced to.

Alexandré reached out for them, danced them about, groped them, and put them on their knees with a firm press of his hands. A signal from him and his plaything smooshed all their tits together. He pressed his renewed hardon into the soft, warm space made by them. Worked himself up to a vigorous pace. His coarse thigh hair grazed Bethinette all over like sharp grass. Dots of blood mixed with their sweat. Down below, he started playing their twat with his tail. Then entered it, the full length almost to the base, coiling inside their womb. Distending their belly, stretching their vulva to the limit of sensation. The only worlds the conjoined women could get out between wild gasps were, "Holy stars-" "-three clits-" "-so good!"

He fucked them inside and out, good and hard, and he let them come. But denied himself his own release until all six breasts were dripping with precum. Their owner's panting voices begged him, "Your seed!" "We neeeeeed it!" "Please don't let it go to waste!" "Put it IN us!"

Denying their pleas made his jagged mouth smile all the wider. Did he have that many teeth a moment ago?! Only after they were reduced to a frantic mass of instinctive urges did he finally give them what he wanted. Threw himself on the floor and them on top of him. The magic changes wrought to their body made it possible to take all that cock and knot. Its conical head even penetrated the womb, and plugged it from within. His spurs raked them from the inside. His claws gouged them from without, holding her firm by the hips and letting everything else ragdoll about. Tits bounced every which way, heads writhed, arms flayed, all set in constant motion by the force of his thrusts.

Three voices screamed out their biggest orgasm yet in unison. Only then, when their spasming vagina violently clenched his cock, did the daemon's will fail. A deafening roar heralded his orgasm. This ejaculation lasted twice as long as the last, driving buckets of sperm right into hundreds of waiting eggs, and he kept hammering his mount full tilt until it was passed.

Once again, the ladies drooped to the floor, spent and soaked. Only this time, they were feeling each other's euphoria. And spent fluids pouring down the same buttcrack."Stars above, I can't wait to start giving birth!" Bethany beamed. "Uh, I don't think it'll be long," Seanette blinked, looking over their body. Their belly was already growing. FAST. They shot upright to sit and watch their new transformation mouths agape. Within moments their three-toned tummy bulged out over past their crossed legs. Their breasts were getting larger to match. "Butt's doing it too," Justine pointed out.

Alexandré was unsurprised, focusing on yet another spell. "Come along, pet. We need to get you moved into your new home before you get too big to walk." Six eyes looked past him to see that he'd torn a yellow-rimmed hole in the veil of reality. On the other side, a living throne made from the melded bodies of countless women. It had no mouths, and yet it was pulsating with the rhythm of breath. "That's MY chair. Yours will have to be... bigger.

"How much bigger?" "Exactly?" The multi-colored mother asked, fighting their way upright against a belly that was now large enough to accommodate the daemon's bulk.

"Very much. In we go."

Bethany waddled forward after him, cradling their still-growing belly and happily chattering over each other. "I can already feel them kicking!... Was that a hoof or a foot?" "Ooh, something is slithering!" "I think that's a flipper over here!" "Tentacles?!?!" "I don't even know that that is..."

When the portal closed behind them, the summoning circle darkened. Cloaking a discarded journal in obscurity.