Make the two males produce your seed (temporarily) before they knock up the other sister, and see about boosting all three of your output. Maz is gonna knock stuff up whenever he can, and Bro is encouraged to knock up his sisters at this point. The sisters kissing could be hot, but she'd basically be sucking bro off at that point, with the smaller sis in her mouth.

Much as she might make for a high protein meal, explain that ten predators have to bare your spawn (and probably be fucked silly) in a week. Turning her temple of a body into a highly efficient, re-impregnating 'temple' to egglaying would be a purely selfish indulgence. Whether or not you use any magic on her womb, rub those abs.
Any info on breedable preds and where they bathe would be persuasive in turning her into a meal. Need to feed her to your cock at earliest convenience, to not lose Maz.

Could tell her about your potential future children as you breed her? Their achievements as warriors and such. Or, use your knowledge of Transmutation and Divination to make her see those visions herself. Can Transmutation be used to substitute hypnosis (given enough time and contact)?

Also, make some flat disks from the scrap metal lying around, for use as portal 'fleshlights/buttplugs' now and in the future. Demons might appreciate a little action now as tribute.

My dude your objective is the knocking. Why aren't you knocking yet? I mean, when you abuse transmutation and the limitless power of altering flesh, the possibilities are endless... Just, uh, don't get "Daemonculaba" or "Axolotl tank" or "Tzimisce" levels of creative.

>>1090105
Breed them all, including the brother's balls.

First, give her what you took from her sister, cross two ladies off your list, and then ask them about the dungeon they guard. Where can you find more mates?

>>1090105
Ohh I have an idea for an experiment. We have to knock up predators right? And we know unbirth guarantees pregnancy so what if we use the shrunk siter as a condom while fucking the large sister. With luck we'll knock up the little one directly and the forciable unbirth will count as us impregnanting the big one.

Go for the "big prize", then. As scar lady will be your first in a long time, she will receive the strongest, most pent-up load you have. She'd better live up to her word about "popping out a lot of strong children". Use divination both to ensure that is the case, and to provide sweet/dirty talk to her. Ramp her up with an vivid, enticing prophecy of how swollen with she will be in her future. If you impress her enough, she might seek to live with you in the future. You should learn their names, in that case. She and her family would make a nice trophies/companions, if you weren't here on business.

It should go without saying no one here goes without bearing your burden of a curse. That includes the dude. Being a wizard is all about going hard on exploiting loopholes. There's a perfect opportunity to attack his behind while he's distracted by the dick sandwich. You could kill two birds with one stone. Rub his dick with yours to convert it, have him breed his sister, then have you breed him. (Conversation from dick to pussy optional.) Efficient!

Would they be interested in becoming your gear, like being transmute into clothes, staff, or accessories? That seems more your style, but some might consider it a fate worse than death. Of course, some wouldn't entertain the concept of being shrunk and being eaten as snacks, like they would.

You should probably interrogate them about the Passage, while you have them. (Bring out the S&M if y'all are still horny and worked up.) In no particular order:
What creatures or traps might you find in there?
What happened to any past adventurers who ventured before you?
Could you find any friendly helpful folks down there? (Perhaps there's a queen or midboss that'll be sympathetic to your cause.)
Is there anything important going down there?
They didn't happen to see any witches running in there, did they? (Lifting the curse naturally will be fun, but you never know.)

>>1090109
Make the two males produce your seed, so if they decide to get some, the kid will be yours.

Then impregnate the 2 sisters.

Then keep the family together, & fuse the 3 siblings together. Give control of the shared body to the brother, since you can boss him around better than the sisters.

Regardless of what you do, gloat the whole way through. Now that the actual fighting parts are done, you gotta maintain your image.

>>1090105
make sure your the one knowking up the ladies but id say dont transform the dude
seems like hes taking using that dick like a fish to water
probably better as an ally in this place than one more spent pair of legs.
the bigger mob that has your back (and protects your backside) the better.
if you dont have enough preds bred you can always knock him up last minute on the way out .

Kaktus 2024/05/16(Thu)17:09 No. 1091085 ID: 681cb5
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Bahravus: ”The whole reason I’m here, ladies, is to come knocking.” grabbing your junk, you start to massage it lightly, just to get in the mood, “And knocking both of you up is my first task, young ones.”
Scar: ”Then come over here and put an egg in me, old man.” the Sakkilian with the scar says in a sultry tone, right as she turns around and bends over, showing of her massive rear to you, “Or you’d rather breed my sister first?”
Bahravus: ”First, I’m going to make sure any young you two bare is mine...” with a smirk, you start walking towards the imp and twink, all the while stroking your now hardening member, “So stop plowing and get over here, boys.”

With one swift motion, you grab the miniature Sakkilian and pull her off her brother’s dick, leaving both him and Maz blue balled for the moment.

Twink: ”Aw, come on!” he whines, “I was so close to popping my cherry in my sister’s tight pussy!”
Bahravus: ”Don’t worry, son.” putting a hand on his shoulder, you pull him closer, “You’ll have the chance to inbreed soon enough. I just need to transform your seed into mine first.”
Twink: ”Wait…” there is a slight confusion in his eyes, “Won’t that mean the kids won’t be mine?”
Maz: “HA!” the imp interjects, ”Like you’d ever get the chance to breed anyway, weak mortal.”
Bahravus: ”While I don’t want to be brash, the imp speaks the truth.” casually throwing away the now fucked silly pocket Sakkilian, you turn your attention towards the other males, “I’ve seen your future. You’ll pop your cherry, end up in a tummy then come back just to take your final trip sliding down a gal’s fat cock. Sorry, boy, you won’t amount to anything but a quick jerk in the end.”
Twink: ”Fuck…” his cock noticeably twitches in excitement, as he almost blows his load right here and now, “That’s hot…”
Bahravus: ”Now, come closer…” you tell them, before you start to chant your magic, “By the power of contracts, let these sacks be filled with my seed… and when the time comes, may they return to my need.”

A purple string of pure mana binds your tree sacks together, to make sure they both carry your seed from now on. Of course, seeing as your focus is elsewhere, the tiny sister returns to her original size once again. Not that it matters…

Twink: ”Um… return?”
Maz: ”Don’t think too hard about it.” the imp chuckles, trying to make sure the twink doesn’t realize just what he bound himself too, “It’s just a binding demon contract, nothing more.” Of course, Maz doesn’t seem to realize he too is now bound to your cock.
Bahravus: ”Now, stop loitering around and go breed the sisters!”

Kaktus 2024/05/16(Thu)17:09 No. 1091086 ID: 681cb5
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Plap plap plap!

As the two sisters are making out, you and the twink flank them on each side, slamming your hips against their massive rumps over and over again, all the while your little imp is getting squished between their toned bodies.

Plap plap plap!

By Wjares, you love tight Sakkilian pussy! It’s been to long since you had the chance to plunge your member into the soft flesh of a lady, not to mention a virgin predator like this. There’s no point in foreplay or taking it slow, as you’re here to breed and nothing more!

Plap plap plap!

These soft lizard lips remind you of your second life mate, a large Sakkilian warrior who carried at least a dozen of your kids… before you turned her into prey chow. Grabbing a hold of the scarred ladies hips, you increase your speed significantly, thrusting yourself into her deepest reaches over and over again to kiss that sweet womb of hers before filling it.

Plap plap plap!

Get pregnant, you damn predator!

Kaktus 2024/05/16(Thu)17:10 No. 1091087 ID: 681cb5
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>Could tell her about your potential future children as you breed her? Their achievements as warriors and such.
That’s odd. All you can see is the one child she’ll have now. Is it possible she won’t get pregnant again? You rather not look into it further, ‘lest you make it written in stone. Still, even if you see something or the lack there off, it might yet not come to pass.

Bahravus: ”You know… I can see the future…” you groan as you continue pounding her posterior, “And I’ve seen our future child…”
Scar: ”Ngg… then you better empty those fat nuts of yours into my fat ass!” she slaps her rear loudly, “To make sure that future comes to pass!”

One hand on your hip and the other grabbing her leg, you push yourself as deep as you possible can before you blow. Pressing your lower head against her cervix, you start shooting rope after rope of your fertile seed directly into her womb, feeding it with all the baby batter it should ever want.

Bahravus: ”F-feel that?” you stutter out between cock twitches, “This l-load will become our son… a powerful g-goat wizard.” Grabbing a hold of her ass, you plunge yourself even deeper, “He’ll breed a whole tribe of Jackals on his own.”
Scar: ”Push deeper!” she moans, “Make sure you pump our future son into my womb!”

Hilting yourself one final time, you empty what’s left of your ball batter into her, coating her womb with your life giving essence. You can feel your sack contract one final time, as your last shot finally overfill her hungry hips and makes your seed leak out around you.

Scar: ”Ah… Wjares damn, goat cock is amazing…” she whispers as you pull out your already softening member from her, making your seed gush out onto the grass below, “So, do you see any more kids you’ll pump into my rump?”
Bahravus: ”Sadly no.” you huff, looking around for somewhere to sit, “You’ll only carry one child… before either getting eaten or transformed permanently.”
Scar: ”Fuck…” she plunges her hand into her still seed filled nether and starts to pleasure herself, “That’s hot…”

Behind you, you can feel the twink finally knocking up his sister, having put her in a proper mating press not long ago.

Bahravus: ”By the way, what are your names?”
Scar: ”Who cares?” she gives you a tooth filled smile, “We’re just your playthings, nothing more, old master.”

Kaktus 2024/05/16(Thu)17:10 No. 1091088 ID: 681cb5
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Taking a seat at the entrance to the passage, you try to catch your breath… but you barely manage to sit down before the two Sakkilian ladies are on you, craving your prey cock once again.

Gutslut: ”Damn, these nuts are soft…” the one you didn’t fuck whispers, nuzzling against your still rather hefty sack, “I wish I was bred by this mighty schlong instead of our brothers tiny ween.”
Scar: ”Well, I’m sure our old master won’t mind another round…” the lady with a scar lays down behind you, “Or do you have any other ideas for us, hmm?”
Gutslut: ”Mmm, can’t get enough of this sack…” the one between your legs mumble, before she starts kissing you balls over and over again, “I bet he would fit both of us in there… All snug and warm…”
Scar: ”Damn sis.” the other one smirks, as she watches you slowly growing hard again, “I knew you were a gutslut, but wanting to get churned by the first prey cock we run across?”
Gutslut: ”Oh please.” Sticking out her tongue towards her sister, she teases, “Like you haven’t been fantasizing about being turned into another inch on it.”
Scar: ”To be fair, it’s a sweet ass cock.”
Gutslut: ”Wjares, it is…”

Wjares damn it, girls, give an old man a break. You’d rather just lie down and take a nap right now, but these two thots won’t leave you alone. In fact, you’d rather just stay home and take a snooze in your hammock, if it wasn’t for this darn curse. *Sigh* but what is an old man too do…? Breeding is a hard but honest work, at least.

Bahravus: ”So, ladies…” you huff, “What do you know about the Passage? What can I expect inside?”
Scar: ”Huh? Why are you asking us?” the scarred lady smirks, “We don’t know.”
Gutslut: ”We’re just here to trade.” the other one says between nuzzles, “Our tribe is down there right now.”
Bahravus: ”Wait, so you know nothing?” as the one below continue worshipping your bag of baby holding, the other one grabs your now hard member and starts to jerk it slowly, “Nothing about the traps? Or creatures? Nothing important?”
Scar: ”Well, there is the market.” she says absent mindedly, being more focused on your cock, “You know, the one we’re trading with?”
Gutslut: ”It’s a holy day today!” the other one smiles widely towards you, “So all the predators around come here to trade and exchange hunting secrets.”
Bahravus: ”So… you can’t tell me anything?”
Scar: ”…we do know the password to get in.”
Gutslut: ”But we’re not telling… unless you make it worth our time~”

Gah, young people today… no respect for their elders… you’d rather take a nap than deal with these horny gals, but it is what it is…

>>1091088
I want to bind them as more imp servants after they give birth. Have the mothers of your children flutter around you as small sexy trophies.

>>1091089
That's a good idea.

In the meantime, maybe these two could introduce you to the tribe? You could clear your problem in one fell swoop.

Well, perhaps you can test out that idea of opening up some holes for demons to stick parts of themselves through. There are plenty of goat demons, if that's what they have a taste for. Perhaps the one you didn't oracle for can even take a couple bonus demons in her along with your offspring, restock the local population. Maybe some demon would even offer you something in return for the chance?

Kaktus 2024/05/19(Sun)17:19 No. 1091311 ID: 681cb5
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>I want to bind them as more imp servants after they give birth. Have the mothers of your children flutter around you as small sexy trophies.
Sadly, you can’t transform people into the demons. The only way to become one is to either be born from the union of a demon and a mortal, or to be consumed by a demon and be reborn as one. Well, you should feed them to Maz, but even then you’re not sure if they’ll even become imps and not some other form of demon.

>In the meantime, maybe these two could introduce you to the tribe? You could clear your problem in one fell swoop.
Scar: ”And sharing you with the other gals?” the scarred Sakkilian behind you smirks, “No way.”
Gutslut: ”Besides, we’re not helping unless you make it worth time, remember?” her sister plants a small kiss on the top of your member, “And I mean something more than allowing us to suck you dry.” before engulfing the whole thing in one go, making you moan as her snout buries itself in your hairy crotch.

>Perhaps you can test out that idea of opening up some holes for demons to stick parts of themselves through.
Scar: ”Demons? Big ones?” grabbing her sisters head, she pulls her towards you, forcing your penis as deep as it can down her throat, “If they got even finer cocks than this, we might just talk~”
Gutslut: ”Mff…” the lizard between your legs tries to talk, “Mff mmg mmf?”
Bahravus: ”Oh, I’m sure I can find some big, fat demon cock for you to ride.” for the first time in a long time, you smile widely, “All I need is some of your… ah… excitement.”
Scar: ”Well, my sister seems rather excited…” she whispers in a sultry tone, keeping her twin’s head firmly impaled on your member, “So show us… what can you do, old man?”
Gutslut: ”Mff!?” the gutslut down below tries to pull herself away from you, but her sisters refuses to let go, making her start choking on your cock, “Mmmmff…”
Bahravus: ”Then witness this.”

Walking up the nearby cliff wall, pulling along the non-scarred reptile to make sure she keeps sucking you off, you draw a few quick sigils on it. Then, taking a step back, you flex your muscle and focus you power through your wand… which just happens to be your dick.

Bahravus: ”Corrupted souls of the underworld, heed my call!” you bellow out, your body shaking as the power of lust courses through it, “I COMMAND YOU! Come here and put a few more babies into these horny bitches so I can go fuck more important things! COME, and breed these thots!” and with that you fire off your magic wand, pumping a load of seed straight into the hungry belly of the Sakkilian still hanging off your cock, “I SUMMON THEE FROM YOUR PRISON!”

At the same time as the lizard below you falls away, making your now softening cock slip out into the cold air again, two portals opens on the rock face where you painted those sigils.

Bahravus: ”BEHOLD! THE POWER OF SUMMONING! MAY THESE DEMON PLEASE-“

Kaktus 2024/05/19(Sun)17:19 No. 1091312 ID: 681cb5
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Bahravus: ”And both of you have already fed yourself to the demon cocks… *sigh*”

Even before you have the chance to look upon your work, the scarred Sakkilian has already fed her legs into one of the cocks, soon followed by her sister jumping headfirst into the member next to her. It only takes a few seconds before both of them are nearly completely consumed.

Bahravus: ”Really, ladies?” crossing your arms, you make sure your tone sounds irritated, “What happened to telling me the password?”
Scar: ”The password?” the scarred reptile managed to lock eyes with you just before they are claimed by the demon schlong, “Just prove you’re a- Mmff…” but before she can finish, hear whole body becomes nothing but a bulge sliding down into the demons ballsack.
Bahravus: ”Figures…”

For the next few minutes, you watch as what’s left of the non-scarred reptile’s rump get consumed by a hungry member, before both demons pulls out from your world, sated with having consumed two beautiful ladies with their sex organs. Good news is that they’ll be reborn as demons… bad news is that you don’t know what form they’ll take… or if they even want to return under your thrall. Darn it, they didn’t tell you the password… though, maybe the twink knows it? Wait, where did he go?

Kaktus 2024/05/19(Sun)17:19 No. 1091313 ID: 681cb5
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Bahravus: ”Are you serious?” glaring at the small imp hovering over the ground, you sigh, “You couldn’t wait for a few minutes?”
Maz: ”Ah, come now, mortal.” the imps laughter is unnaturally deep, “You know that I cannot consume anyone without their consent. This weakling begged me to give them a stronger form, even if it meant getting turned into imp fat.”
Bahravus: ”I still wanted to converse with him, you naughty little imp.”
Maz: ”I was also very hungry, mortal.”
Bahravus: ”*Sigh* …figures.”

…well, crap. Neither of them gave you the password that’s supposedly required to find that market they were talking about. Still, at least you managed to knock up two out of the ten predators you need… that’s something.

*siiiiiigh*
okay, looks like you gotta climb into Maz's mouth and into his stomach so you can talk to the twink before he gets digested.

I don't suppose you can do something with your magic and your imp's theoretical bond to you to make sure he's swiftly reborn as another minion for you? Then he might be able to tell you.

At least you'll have some cool potential minions at a later time. And now you can take your nap!

DO NOT CLIMB IN HIS MOUTH. Remember kids, interacting with demons and horny dungeons and demons in horny dungeons is the perfect recipe for the actual definition of the words "mental retardation". Seriously, isn't there anyone around here with more than two braincells? I am pretty sure that sexual depravation and wisdom have all the capacity in the world to mesh together, not be opposites. Perhaps one day the idiots in this passage will actually have a brain fart and begin to pursue their desires in a productive, helpful way instead of an all-consuming sterile shmorgasboard of pitiful vain ephemeral self-indolence. Anyway, your imp's going in a real rebelious streak lately, and knowing what kind of apathetic sociopathic mind is behind his head, it would be most unwise to let him keep overindulging himself in such an uncontrolled way, for we all know that that little shit wishes for nothing but your own end as soon as he attains sufficient power. Perhaps punishment of a cruel and brutal nature is the only language this filth will ever understand. Perhaps you should put him in his rightful place, and be creative about it.

>>1091313

ok first things firs go find your damn glasses

>>1091313
Command him to spot him up undigested also squeeze

Kaktus 2024/05/23(Thu)06:11 No. 1091612 ID: 681cb5
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>Command him to spit him up undigested.
Way too late for that. The twink have clearly already been digested. Those imp guts works fast. Didn’t you see the skull image floating from the belly?
>DO NOT CLIMB IN HIS MOUTH.
…you’re not that inept, please. Besides, it wouldn’t achieve anything of note, seeing how the twink is already just fat. Unless you want to be reborn as a demon, of course.

>Now you can take your nap!
Ugh, finally some peace and quiet. Looking around, you find a spot in the grass that’s not easily visible, just in case some other predators come around. Rather not wake up inside a stomach… again. Creating a pillow from the remains of that rug, you lie down and call over to Maz, the imp eagerly joining you for a bit of a rest. As well as some head scratches. Whatever was left of that Sakkilian boy is long gone by now…

>ok first things first go find your damn glasses.
They are currently in your pocket, seeing as you rather not have them on while napping. Of course, you don’t really need them unless you need to see the details of something.
>Your imp's going in a real rebellious streak lately.
Lately? Maz has always been this way… and he’s by far the least unruly demon you’ve ever had under contract. No, while he does have a will on his own, he’s never been more than a harmless gremlin. To you, that is.
>Perhaps punishment of a cruel and brutal nature is the only language this filth will ever understand.
That will just make him hate you and make him even worse!

Either way… he’s kind of cute when he isn’t flying around eating or breeding people.

Kaktus 2024/05/23(Thu)06:11 No. 1091613 ID: 681cb5
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Waking up with a jolt, you notice that the sun is starting to set. Damn it, you were planning on only a quick nap, but you’ve been asleep for hours! As you’re about to get up, you’re met with a sword pushing against your snout, followed by several more swords hanging above you, each one held by an oddly colored ant.

Bahravus: ”Err… hello?”

Wait, these blades… what are they made of? It’s clearly not bronze… and you can’t place their gray tone anywhere. Even your transmutation powers are a bit lost when it comes to their composition. Clearly not a material that exists naturally in the world, which mea- Oh, they are lifting you up.

Kaktus 2024/05/23(Thu)06:12 No. 1091614 ID: 681cb5
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After quickly tying you up, the dozen ants lift you up above your head and marches you down into the gullet of the Wjares temple. There simply too many of them to even try resisting.

Ants: ”ONE TWO THREE, FOR THE MOTHER QUEEN WE MARCH! FOUR FIVE SIX, FOR OUR DEAR MOTHER WE FEAST!

It’s clear they don’t have you have your best intention in mind…

Kaktus 2024/05/23(Thu)06:12 No. 1091615 ID: 681cb5
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Soon enough you find yourself locked inside a pair of stocks, your head and arms uselessly hanging out from one side while the rest of your body has to stand on the other. You can’t even reach anything to use your transmutation on, and the stock itself is in such an awkward angle that you can’t draw the necessary sigils on it! Well, darn it… what now? Looking up, you get a better look at your captors. They are clearly Myrin, ant people, yet… there’s something else there as well. Possibly Kroah-dil? You’d think the Kroah-dil blood would be the dominant one, but instead it looks like some Myrins manage to conquer a Kroah-dil tribe and breed a new generation of… um… Croco Ants? Fascinating…

GreenAnt: ”No weapons. No armor. Sleeping right outside our den…” the younger, green colored ant muses, “Is he stupid?”
BlueAnt: ”Someone stupid doesn’t get as old as this one.” the other one says, her clearly pregnant belly bouncing around as she searches through your stuff. “Look, he had a crystal ball!” she suddenly exclaims, holding up your orb, “He’s clearly an old wizard!”
GreenAnt: ”Oh? And these things?” at the same time, the green one holds up your glasses, “Some kind of magical weapon?”
BlueAnt: ”Probably some kind of focus, meant to be placed on the snout.” the older ant look over at you, and you can’t help but be reminded of your first wife, she too was a young Myrin lady, “Don’t look him in the eyes, or this ancient goat might cast a spell on you!”
Bahravus: ”I’m not that old, gosh darn it!” you exclaim, taking another look at her. Removing the Kroah-dil features and painting her black instead of blue, she would easily be a sister to your old wife. Last time you saw her she was even pregnant with your child, before she joined that darn oath worshipping cult, “I’m still in my early 80s, you whippersnappers!”
GreenAnt: ”Wow, he really is a fossil!” the green one looks genuine impressed, “He’s probably older than this whole temple!”
BlueAnt: ”Sadly, age doesn’t increase his price tag…” the blue ant bounces the orb in her hand a bit, “But his magical abilities sure will!”
GreenAnt: ”So, what do we do with him, big sis?” throwing a quick glance at you, the green one makes sure to look away when you notice, “Sell him on the market? Throw him in the arena? Maybe milk him for that valuable magical seed?”
BlueAnt: ”Hmm…” after rubbing her shin for a second, she mutters, “That’s a good question…”

After debating among themselves for a bit, the Croco Ants decide too…
A) Put you on the Breeding thrall market. You better get ready for an evaluation of your “meat” quality.
B) Put you on the livestock market. You better get ready for an evaluation of your meat quality.
C) Throw you in the arena.
D) Give you as a gift to the high priestess of Wjares.
E) Keep you as their own breeding thrall.
F) Milk you on your precious seed.
G) Just eat you.
H) SUDDENLY a pack Horny gals with dicks appears, looking for a man to breed!
I) Other?

D.

A/F/H

D) there's something about you that seems familiar

They decide to give you to the high priestess, for you see, through fucked-up magical eugenics, our familiar knight-turned queen has discovered a really fun fact about ants: the vast majority of them are female, and by deliberately exterminating any pure-blooded crocs from her tribe through ant-to-crock breeding and eating, she has now ran into a suspicious abscence of males in her tribe. Although conquering and plundering the rest of the passage for new males is a rather enjoyable passtime, the realization that continuous attrition with the other powers without an actual solution for her gender problem may end up in the extermination of her family, and thus she is trying to create new males for her tribe, or at least try to slap some dongs into the gals to try to fix this little conundrum. Problem is, her only mage is a necromancer, not a transmutator, and a helping hand is always appreciated. Thus, a combination of D and H seems like the most logical conclusion.

>>1091615
D. You could make a convincing argument to the high priestess, being old enough to pick up lots of Wjares lore, that you could of more use to the tribe than staying in the Pits. Even better is building yourself as an ideal breeder to fulfill your quota, even if you have to submit to a few (or especially if you can choose to do so). Finding success from the jaws of defeat is a classic Prey move.

Really, you could have quite the legacy if you could do something about fixing the atrocious state of magical education (or respect) around here, even if it's the last thing you do.

>>1091634
Surely, our priestess isn't racist enough to not pop out a few croc eggs for her hubbie every now and then. Marriage is give and take, after all. The croc boys might even have some funny ideas about having a "woman's taint" of their own.

A/B/H

Give him a choice: slavery as a mage tutor, or get his balls milked dry and then thrown into the arena.

D/E/I: Your value as a magical tutor/propagater of magical bloodlines is not to be overlooked (and there is a cute magical jackal that could use some kids).

Perhaps Maz leads a covert insurrection(/mass impregnation) while you subtly reinforce him with demons, wrestling control of the situation at the last moment? Or he could be a pet/toy used by/against you, feeding the enemy your degenerate secrets and thoughts. Gotta wonder if his lust and fondness for you would make him loyal or 'betray' you for an optimal outcome... Actually, he could make you a demon, couldn't he.

>Last time you saw her she was even pregnant with your child, before she joined that darn oath worshipping cult
Do you believe in fate? A family reunion may be in order.

>>1091615
I?

speaking up sooner rather than later seems a good idea.
maybe sell them on all the strong points of having a wizard around. youll have a good chance to escape eventually and these DOZEN galls should qualify as predators.

looks like your imp made it out
if worst comes to worst
maz is a pretty practiced liar and while these gals aint dumb they seem really ignorant of magic
maybe he can sell them on the idea that eating you would be really really bad, like you can bring vengeance on them form beyond or something.

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>Perhaps Maz leads a covert insurrection(/mass impregnation) while you subtly reinforce him with demons, wrestling control of the situation at the last moment?
It wouldn’t surprise you if Maz is breeding someone right now… or eating them… probably both. What is certain is that he’ll pop up again when you need him the most. He always does.

>Speaking up sooner rather than later seems a good idea.
Bahravus: ”You know, my lovely ladies…” with a wink, you continue with your most sultry tone, “As I am a wizard, I’m certain any offspring I make will be powerful mages that-“
GreenAnt: “Maybe we should sacrifice him to the priestess?” the green ant ignores you completely, “She might like him.”
Bahravus: ”Err… you know, eating a mage is a very bad idea?” you say a bit louder, “It will… um… curse you… and I’ll haunt you?”
BlueAnt: “Oh! The queen did say to bring a powerful gift to the priestess if we found one!” once again, you’re ignored, “And a wizzer would be powerful, right?”
Bahravus: ”…are you even listening to me?”
GreenAnt: “That’s right! Let’s sacrifice him to Wjares!”
BlueAnt: “TO THE CHAMBER OF WJARES!”

Ants: ”ONE TWO THREE, FOR THE MOTHER QUEEN WE MARCH! FOUR FIVE SIX, FOR OUR DEAR MOTHER WE FEAST!

Bahravus: ”*Sigh*…”

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After traversing several chambers as well as a few stairwells, you’re carried into an impossible large hall, one that stretches out as far as the eye can see. Pillars reaches from floor to ceiling, making the whole chamber look like a forest of stone and bronze. Serpentine guards stand watch over the large door, with at least dozen of them hiding between the columns around you, just waiting for you or the ant to make a false move. Finally, you’re let down to the floor, presented as a gift to whoever is in charge here.

Bahravus: ”No need to shove!” the ants push you forward a bit before taking a step back, “I’m moving, I’m moving!”
BlueAnt: “Oh, great priestess of Wjares!” one of them bellows out as both of them fall to their knees, “Please accept this offering from the great Ant Queen!”
Bahravus: ”At least you should have let me keep my robe…” you complain as you try to struggle against your bindings, “This is just embarrassing.”
GreenAnt: “May this powerful wizard be to your taste!” laying down their arms on the floor, the ants pushes their butts high up in the air, “May it sate Wjares hunger!”
Priestess: ”Why, what do we have here?” the most sultry voice you’ve ever heard echoes through the vault, “Another gift from this new little queen, hmm?”
BlueAnt: “May Wjares bless us for our sacrifice!”
Priestess: ”Hmm…” you hear a soft hiss from the darkness, “I’ll accept your gift. You may now leave. Do tell your Queen that her gift was… ah… appreciated.”
GreenAnt: “Of course, your highness! Thank you, oh hungry one!”
Priestess: ”Now come closer, little goat, so I may have a better look at you.”

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Taking a few steps further into the hall, you finally spot where the voice is coming from. On top of a massive altar, several Serpents lies upon a sea of pillows, and at its center the largest snake you’ve ever seen is looking down at you with a warm smile.

Bahravus: ”Oh…” you say gazing up at her, trying your best to look proper, “So you’re the priestess.”
Priestess: “Hmhmhm…” her laugh is soft and comforting, ”Not what you expected, little goat?”
Bahravus: ”Um…” trying to scratch the back of your head, you instead only succeed at pulling a bit against the bindings around your wrists, “I was expecting a large ant?”
Priestess: ”Ah, the new so called queen.” for a brief second, a scowl crosses her snout, before it’s replaced by a warm smile once again, “She does indeed covet my position, but she is far too weak to even dream of it.” With a gesture towards you, she coos, “That’s why she’s trying to get into my good graces instead.” her voice, her way of moving, her laugh… for some reason it reminds you of your mother, “Now, speaking of her gifts… why would she give me an old, gray goat?”
Bahravus: ”…I’m a powerful wizard?” you say with a bit of awkwardness, “And age brings experience?”
Priestess: ”While age does bring some benefits, there are ways to circumvent it’s downsides.” she laughs under her breath before continuing, “But my question is, little goat, why are you here? Why have you come to the passage of predators, hmm?” Cocking her head to the side, her smile widens a bit, “Surely, it wasn’t just to see me, was it? Or perhaps… you may worship Wjares as well?” her tongue tastes the air, “I did bear witness to what you did to those Sakkilians after all… and the Goddess approves.”

Priestess: ”So, little goat, what do you desire?” moving her long neck closer to you, she look straight into your eyes, “Or a better question, how can you be of interest to me?”

Surely someone in her position can see the endless possibilities a skilled transmuter brings.

>most sultry voice you’ve ever heard
>it reminds you of your mother
>that chest
Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry... Lucky varkian.
>What do you desire
Her. Keep that to yourself. What you need is to knock up some preds and gtfo.
>it wasn’t just to see me
Would it be so terrible if it was? She's quite a sight. You can offer a swath of transmuters and clairvoyants, and a demon army with some help.
And considering the resemblance, might be worth mentioning you may be related to a number of the ants running around, including the queen (if you're cool with blood magic).
Lastly, if she can duplicate/spread curses somehow, your's could be used to draw in a lot of newcomers.

How do you feel about Wjares and her ways? Being here influences people, so it may tell you what fate she wishes you to have. Resist the snake's charm, and remain aware of yourself, but don't reject it.

Shouldn't be any harm in saying why you're here. Breeding is what you need to do and surely getting some of her followers knocked up by a powerful mage has to be a bit attractive for the potential magic the kids could inherit.

>“Or a better question, how can you be of interest to me?”
Being someone intelligent to have a decent conversation, for starters. You doubt there could be anyone else in this dungeon that could match her wit. In your long life, you've picked up quite a bit of knowledge, even in divine lore, that your wizard nature will any chance to discuss. There may even be something that even she doesn't know about. Arrogant and prideful to consider it, but few wizards aren't.

Flatter her, but play hard to get. As much as you'd love discussing the finer points of worship of your goddess, it'd be a lie to say you don't have reservations to commit yourself to any deity ever since you lost your first wife to blind devotion. You can be open-minded to any divine being or practitioner, even adopt practices or partners that resonate with you, but it'd take a miraculous argument to consider being exclusive to anyone.

As for why you're here, let's say accomplishing your mission is a feat the fertility god Volek would approve of. If you are dutifully respectful to the lady of the house, as well as her diety, could she not lend her aid?

Bruh, the milf's fucking with your head by simply existing. This madhouse of debauchery binds souls by indulging into their lusts, and if you immediatelly spill your beans to her, there is no doubt she's probably gonna spin your wants around into a situation in which the only possible ending is your consumption and the turning of your soul into another mindless thrall to their deranged mad gods. Play cool, play hard to get, stop thinking about sex (use magic to control yourself if you must), be professional. You're here to get in and get out, so begin formulating an escape plan, and prime emergency transformations, just in case. Also, WTF are those bird feet in the booba?

Kaktus 2024/06/06(Thu)14:25 No. 1092517 ID: 681cb5
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>How do you feel about Wjares and her ways?
Indifferent. The demi-gods may be powerful, but you’ve always been a man of your own fate. Let others worships for the barest scraps of power, you’ll seize it by your own two hands instead.

>Her. Keep that to yourself.
Her eyebrow raises as you look into her eyes… and her welcoming smile gets slightly bigger…
>Lucky varkian…
Priestess: ”Did you see something you like, little goat?” she asks, as she slowly push the pair of avian feet deeper into her cleavage with her tail, making them curl their toes before she consume them completely, “Maybe you wish to join her? She’s quite happy with her fate...”

A) Dive into her cleavage!
B) Slide into those massive mommy milkers!
C) Gift yourself to Wjares! …by taking a one way trip into those bandokers!
D) Become a meal for those great ganzongas!
E) Just feed yourself to her chest.
F) SUDDENLY a pack Horny gals with dicks appears, who immediately feed you to her beautiful breasts.
G) Other? (As in, feed yourself to the smaller gal’s bosom.)

Bahravus: ”Err…” try as you might, you can’t hide your growing boner, “I’ll… consider it.”

>Surely someone in her position can see the endless possibilities a skilled transmuter brings.
Priestess: ”Oh? And you don’t believe we already have strong mages in our mist?” she gesture outwards towards the massive chamber you’re in, “You honestly believe we carved these halls by hand and tail?”
Bahravus: ”I can offer more than just transmutation.” you try your best to look regal, but fails horribly, “I can see the future… and I can summon an army of demons for your beck and call, mommy. I mean, my lady.”
Priestess: ”Clairvoyant, are you? Then surely you would have seen this coming?” her laughter echoes through the room, “But I know how future sight work, little goat, and I rather keep my future undetermined.” Rubbing her chin for a moment, her smile slowly disappears, “As for demons… no, they are an infestation that needs to be wiped out, not encourage. A stagnant corruption that spit in the face of our goddess of death and birth, Wjares!”

Bahravus: “I’ve lived a long life and have picked up quite a bit of knowledge over the years.” Puffing up your chest, you continue, “Thus I’m both intelligent and a decent conversationalist, mommy? I mean, young one.”
Priestess: ”Young?” she tilt her head with the widest smile you’ve seen yet, “I’ve lived for several centuries before you even were but a sperm in your father sack, little goat.” Shaking her head, she looks down at you, “I am sorry, my little goat, but you are not unique. Not down here. Now tell me why you’re here, little goat.”

>Shouldn't be any harm in saying why you're here.
Bahravus: ”I am under a terrible curse, put upon me by a horrid hag who makes a horrid soup!” if your arms weren’t still tied behind your back, you would be making some dramatic gestures right now, “And the only way to break this curse is to have ten predators bear my child.”
Priestess: ”And here you are, seeking mates, I see…” her tongue licks the air, “And so far you’ve been able to bed two of us.”
Bahravus: ”This is a mission, a feat, that would be a great honor to the fertility god Volek, the sibling god to yours!” you bellow in your deepest voice, “Is it not your duty for the mommy- I mean lady of the house, nay, your deity to lend me aid, so that I might impress her sibling?” taking a deep breath, you add a final touch, “Not to mention, I am sure my offspring will be adapt at magic as well.”
Priestess: ”Why, you are correct.” raising her head high, she states in a courtly manner, “I will indeed aid your quest, by allowing you to breed eight of my servants.” She then looks over to her right, “I might even let you take my virgin daughter, Tabi, if you so desire.”
Tabi: ”Huh?” the Serpent next to her, the one with ratling like features, jumps a bit, “But mooom!?”
Priestess: ”If she wishes to join you, of course.” she slowly move her gaze back at you and simply raises and eyebrow.
Bahravus: ”I’m no fool, mommy.” you don’t even try and correct yourself this time, “There is a price, is there not?”
Priestess: ”…not a price per say, little goat, but a caveat.” Lowering her head so it almost next to yours, she whispers, “I do not desire goat grandchildren, prey, but Serpent ones.” her tongue flicks across your cheek, “So my pact is this… let me become your mommy for real, and be reborn a Serpent, and I will let you breed my flock to your heart’s content.”

She returns to her original stance, lazily lying on top of her sea of pillows.

Priestess: ”So, how will it be? Do you wish to become my child? After all, you won’t have any toes to hit if you’re a Serpent.” she laughs, “Or maybe you desire to become my grandchild instead, with Tabi as your mother?”
Tabi: ”Oh come on, mom…”
Priestess: ”Or do you desire to join the Varkian, and slide into my cleavage, little goat?”

HELL NO to the Varkian choice!

Ask what inherent obligations or other inconveniences or even just responsibilities such a transformation would cause you to be beholden to. No such change and expenditure is fully free, you would know the cost, even the indirect cost.

Would you even still be cursed after being reborn? That kinda defeats the point of the challenge. Humbly entreat big momma here to be allowed to attempt your task before getting introduced to her daughter.
Using the trick you used on the imp & sakkilian in reverse, you could even promise to give her the serpent grandchildren she wants upon your return.

So, either you become tit flesh with the tit before you, or are reborn a young and powerful serpent, with some peers at least as old as and magically gifted as you, living lavishly, and probably living longer, likely being able to climb the social hierarchy?
Make no mistake, you're probably not getting out of here at this point. You are frail, bound, and disarmed, so challenges will be one sided. Ask about the conditions you would be reborn into: servitude or working with/under Mommy/Wjares? What will your dick/the sex be like? Strongly advising you get in that Snussy.
Be proud/bold and driven though: she's offering you her servants for this, people with no skin in the game. You want Her, the mother/gem of the flock, Tabi if she's willing, and the remainder to be informed and consenting individuals. She knows your thoughts, and seems into you wanting her: imagine the things you'd do to her, like holding her hand tenderly, see how she reacts.
She'll know if you peer into the future, so consider that fact carefully.

>>1092519
Being turned oblages too much that i must agree