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Marco Diaz was once an average 14-year-old boy, going to school, playing video games, practicing karate, just living a normal life. That was, until he happened to stumble upon a pair of Dimensional Scissors, capable of taking him anywhere in the universe. Thus he discovered dimensions beyond Earth.
But he may have overused them just a little bit, attracting forces beyond his comprehension, namely, the Magic High Commission. They sought to make an example of him, forcing him to embark on a journey in a strange, time-distorted world with nothing but the clothes on his back and no one but himself for sixteen years.
They intended to punish him. To break his mind, body, and spirit beyond recognition, until he was nothing but a husk of his former self. Well, joke’s on them.
Marco became a god instead.
When he returned to his home, none of his friends or loved ones recognized the man he had become, having aged in eight minutes real time. He went from a short, twiggy barely pubescent boy to a full grown, nearly seven foot titan of pure muscle and testosterone, a body like smoothed, chiseled stone and solid and unwavering as steel, whose steps left the earth quaking and deep, husky voice left enemies cowering and women swooning.
During his journey, he managed to gain more power than anyone could have ever imagined. And with great power came great domination. With a powerful army of insurmountable numbers, every kingdom and dimension in his universe, Earth, Mewni, Woolandia, The Underworld, and so many others, bowed to his rule as God-Master of the Multiverse. And it was all thanks to his unstoppable fighting force, his own unbeatable combat prowess and, most importantly, his overwhelming sexual dominance.
Nations, their leaders, and their people either fell by his sword or his cock.
Naturally, the first one to fall was Hekapoo, the creator of the Dimensional Scissors who oversees interdimensional travel. The once proud and brash goddess in the Magic High Commission had become nothing more than a common whore, made to pleasure his cock whenever and whenever he wanted. And she could make clones of herself to provide more holes to fuck for himself as well as his army.
As for the rest of the MHC, Marco had slain some of them and absorbed their powers. Slaying Lekmet allowed him to go beyond death, thus gaining immortality. Slaying Omnitraxus gave him the power to control and travel between alternate timelines, adding to his powers of interdimensional travel. Slaying Rombulus gave him the ability to encase anyone and anything in indestructible crystals, as well as freeing those that were previously trapped, thus he was able to free everyone the MHC wrongfully imprisoned, including Eclipsa, former Queen of Mewni and her husband, the Monster King Globgor.
Marco spared Glossaryck, who ended up being an omniscient, albeit often annoying, source of wisdom and guidance. So long as he was provided his tribute of chocolate pudding.
The other member he spared was Moon Butterfly, the then Ruling Queen of Mewni. She, as well as her daughter and Princess of Mewni Star, shared the same fate as Hekapoo and many other women Marco encountered. They became part of his astronomical harem, broken and trained to become his personal concubines..
But Marco, as merciful as he was powerful, at least spared River, the then King of Mewni. He, just like his family, the Johanssens, ended up getting conscripted into his army, but as a higher ranking member. And he was free to spend time with Moon as long as she wasn’t already being thoroughly used by the God-Master himself. Though Star was rightfully his and his alone.
Eclipsa and her husband, as well as his own mother Angie and his father had the same deal. Including the stipulation that Meteora, Eclipsa’s daughter, and his younger sister, Mariposa, only belonged to him.
At some point, Marco had so much under his thumb, he had thought there were no more worlds left to conquer. He almost (metaphorically) wept, until he discovered that his universe was not alone in this plane of existence. And so an eternal campaign to scour every universe and conquer its women commenced.
As the universe expands, so too does the Harem.
…
The sun shone brightly above the new kingdom of Marco Creek. The God-Master, slumbered through the peaceful, quiet morning, in his Emperor-size bed, within his massive, regal castle that was once his family home. His mammoth cock, standing as straight and solid as a skyscraper even in slumber, was drenched in layers upon layers of pussy juice after a long, seemingly endless night of sex.
But he was not alone. The blood red velvet sheets were stained with the wet, sticky aftermath of a pre-slumber orgy he always partook in every night before bed. And as such, the girls who had joined were strewn about fully nude, their gaping pussies and assholes leaking and slightly bloated stomachs filled with his thick, omnipotent seed while lying limp and borderline comatose from the vigorous, brutal fucking they had endured the previous night. Or so he thought.
Marco’s eyes remained shut but his mind approached awakening, he could feel his massive, glorious erection graced by the wet, nimble tongues and hungrily sucking lips of four of his girls, while two excitedly licked and slurped on his heavy, engorged testicles.
Marco was tempted to stay where he was and let the awakened, horny sluts enjoy themselves while he enjoyed the way their mouths felt. He couldn’t help but let out a low grunt as he felt one of the girls pucker their lips over the tip of his large, bulbous head, before incessantly lashing her tongue over his tip, drinking up his ever-leaking precum like water out of a spout. There was a burst of heat from his crotch and he idly bucked his muscular hips into the mouth of the naughty girl.
“I think he's up.”
The girl giggled along with the others, before continuing their oral service on his majestic member. While the girl on his tip kept darting her tongue in and out of his sensitive pisshole while laughing all the way, like she was trying to provoke him. He recognized her voice, too.
Marco had a sense of humor of his own and decided that the jig was up. They had aroused him enough that he sprung into a straight sitting position and shoved the girl’s head down to his crotch, forcing every inch of his beefy bitch-breaker down her poor throat.
“Mmm-grrfffcckkkk-mmmmph!”
But he knew Janna could take it. She had taken much worse from Marco whenever he “punished” her for her insolence or her pranks. Despite his godhood and her place as his concubine, her general attitude hasn’t changed, especially towards him.
“Mmm-mmm-mmmph!”
“That’s one way to wake me up.”
Marco smirked as he watched the mischievous teenage girl gargle and gag on the thick base of his cock, slobbering all over his balls. His large hands grabbed a fistful of her short black hair, keeping her down as tears streamed from her eyes and her neck strained from the girth.
After a few more seconds he finally pulled her up, an elongated ssshclorrrrp echoed as she climbed up his veiny inches until she fully parted, remaining connected by thin strings of saliva.
“Hahh… it worked, didn’t it?” She huffed a breathless laugh.
“Yeah it did. Now finish what you started.”
Marco said before shoving Janna’s face back into his crotch like she belonged there. He was thankful that he had trained the gag reflexes out of her, like with many of the girls he had claimed. Like everyone else on his bed.
“Whoa, hardcore morning sesh, dude.”
Commented Jackie Lynn Thomas, the chill skater girl Marco once had a crush on and never got close to when he was still a teen. Now, as a god well into adulthood, she became putty in his hands thanks to his charms and his mind-breaking cock. She was one of the more voluptuous of the teenage girls Marco claimed, with larger breasts, bigger butt, wider hips and thicker thighs, which often drew the lustful eye of his soldiers and subjects alike. As such, on rare occasions, to those who proved the most worthy or those in his closest circle of fellow warriors, Jackie was the only one in the primary harem circle with the freedom to “interact” with others beside Marco.
“Show her who’s boss, Marco! Mmm, that’s my big, sexy stud!”
Excitedly remarked Star, the previously mentioned former Princess of Mewni turned Marco’s other prime fucktoy. She was the easiest to persuade, immediately falling in love with not just Marco’s strength and charisma but, most importantly, his Herculean washboard abs. And once he ripped the virginity out of her one romantic night, she was so hooked, she’d get withdrawals if she didn’t get her daily dose of his cock and cum. Being just fourteen like the other girls, her “assets” hadn’t fully grown in yet, but out of every girl Marco ever had, her pussy was the tightest, and remains to be so even after vigorous, multiple uses.
“Mmm, you’re so strong and ruthless, Marco! Gosh, you have to do that to me next.”
Kelly spoke with. dreaminess in her eyes and tone. She was once one of the strongest warriors of Woolandia, even rivaling those outside of said dimension. That was, until Marco came into the picture. Before he took over, he had bested her in pure combat. He admired her skill and most of all her courage for fighting despite the odds stacked against her. He ended up offering her to join the ranks of his finest warriors and his harem among his finest girls. Once that cock slid into her tight teenage quim for the first time, her sword and her body was his once and for all.
“Big Bro… I want some too…”
That was Mariposa, Marco’s younger sister, who was a baby that he himself had raised and trained along with Meteora in the time distorted dimension of which he first ventured in that also aged him. Thanks to years of his love, care, and protection, she fell in love with him over the years they spent together, despite their familial relationship. She too had gained some delectable thickness in all the places that mattered, but the same couldn’t be said about her best friend.
“Not if I get him first!”
Speaking of Meteora, she was the bratty and aggressive monster-Mewman hybrid daughter of Eclipsa and Globgor. She lusted after Marco now, but when she was younger, she absolutely despised him. For some years, he was patient and tolerant despite her hostile attitude, but once her age hit the double digits, her hatred turned into a small crush that turned into full infatuation and finally full on lust. Once he popped her cherry and took her to Heaven, he became the god she worshipped on her knees every day.
Marco noticed that the other girls crowded around him and watched the carnal spectacle with lust in their eyes, their bare thighs rubbing together, and their hands on their breasts pulling and twisting their tits or between their legs, rubbing or fingering their dripping cunts. He felt a pang of guilt for leaving them all out. He loved them all and wanted to be fair.
“You all want some? Come here and get some.”
Marco beckoned the other four girls with a wave and they all crawled over to him. Star and Kelly laid on their stomachs while they kissed and licked his abs. Meteora and Mariposa rested their heads on each stone-solid pectoral as they sucked and licked his nipples. Jackie straddled his midsection and held his broad jaw as she sloppily made out with him.
All while Marco held Janna’s head in place while he punched his hips into her face, brutally fucking her throat. And she just laid there with a drunk look on her flushed face as he bashed his dick down her gullet, using her like a living, barely breathing oral onahole.
Despite how Marco furiously fucked Janna’s face, he was actually pretty relaxed as he enjoyed the hot, wet tightness of her throat sliding up and down the length of his dick. And she took it like the pro fleshlight that he trained her to be. Despite Marco being in complete control and not letting her do a thing, she knew to relax her throat muscles, breathe through her nose, and sucked when she needed to.
The pleasure surging around his body began to add up and Marco felt himself approaching his end. He sped up fucking Janna’s face as if he wasn’t already at top speed. Before long, every muscle flexed and bulged as his entire body tensed. His huge balls and his towering penis throbbed and quivered as he fired off an inhumane amount of cum straight to the troublemaking teen’s stomach, her usually flat belly subtly growing as if she was speedrunning the process of pregnancy. Because every inch still remained lodged down her throat, she had no choice but to swallow every single, pressurized stream of spunk that spewed from his wide open pisshole into her body, serving as her protein-dense breakfast for the day. Even as he kept nutting, she kept sucking like the good teenage whore that she was.
“Mmmph-mmm-ahhh…”
Marco took Janna through a long journey off his cock as he wanted to savor that soaked clench of her throat walls dragging along his dick before she was fully free of it. Her head hung back as she wore a delirious, drunken smile on her face.
“Gosh, I’m so full I can skip every meal today…” Janna groaned as she held her pudgy belly.
“How bout throwin some our way?” Jackie waved.
“Oh Marco, you fucked me so good last night but I still want more…” Said Kelly, who idly rubbed her wet, cum-filled pussy.
“Me, too! Please, do me next!” Shouted Star like a needy child as she waved an arm and jumped in place.
“Pleeeease, Marco? Before ya get out of bed?” Mariposa pleaded with her hands clasped while giving her older brother the sad puppy eyes.
“You know I can’t start my morning without some.” Meteora huffed, crossing her arms.
Marco couldn’t help but laugh as the horny crowd gathered and begged around him.
“Alright then. How bout you all work together to make me blow one more time?”
Marco proposed and the girls went straight to work. As he laid with his head atop folded palms above his plush pillow, he savored the sight and sensation of his girls’ working like a well-oiled machine. Star and Kelly rubbed their drooling cunnies against the base of Marco’s steel-hard sausage, their legs crossing like they were scissoring each other. Mariposa and Meteora knelt beside his stomach, their mouths smacking their wet lips and tongue along his bulbous, mushroom-like head and lapping up his constant flow of precum while both their hands jerked off the upper half of his lengthy shaft. Jackie and Janna ended up laying on their stomachs between Marco’s widened tree-trunk legs, grabbing his swollen, cum-filled nuts with their hands, hollowing their cheeks as each vigorously sucked the loose flesh of his sack like they were trying to drink his seed through it.
Marco hummed and grunted as the girls soon proved their training had paid off when he felt the familiar signs of another impending orgasm. He let the burning aching sensations in his loins last until they reached their very peak.
“Mmmm girls… you better get ready. I’m about to let loose in a bit.” Marco quietly growled.
It was like a magic word that instantly coaxed every girl to gather around his glans and start licking it like it was the world’s tastiest lollipop. Six tongues all lashed over his sensitive tip at once. A chaotic mess of sharp shocks all burst from the top to the bottom curve of his balls and before he knew it, he slipped off the edge he was barely hanging onto.
Marco let out a roar as he throw his hips up, his volcano of a cock erupting and sending an explosive plume of his voluminous, viscous seed all over his girls’ faces. Each of them scrambled to plug his flared pisshole with her mouth to swallow as much of his seed as they could, even going so far as to argue and push each other out of the way.
“Janna get outta here dude! You already got yours!”
“You’re crazy if you think I'm gonna miss out on this!”
“Excuse me, Princess privilege! His manly seed is my birthright!”
“Ahem, I think little sister privilege is way higher up.”
“If you harpies don’t cut it out, I’m getting my greatsword!”
“Nah I’m gonna eat all of you and drown your bodies in Marco’s cum.”
“Hey hey hey! Play nice now! All of you get some or none of you do!” Marco scolded them like a stern father.
“S-Sorry, Daddy…” The girls apologized with their faces and bodies painted in thick, creamy white as they hung their heads in shame.
Marco sighed. “That’s okay. I get that you’re all excited. Remember what I taught you?”
“Learn to share. Be fair and square.” They all said in unison like a classroom full of schoolgirls. Young, slutty, semen-stained schoolgirls.
“Good girls. Now you all got what you wanted. I’m gonna go wash up and start the rest of the day.”
“Awwww!” They all whined.
“You didn’t even breed my royal womb yet!” Star smacked the bed in protest.
“Yeah dude, at least take my ass before ya go.” Jackie rolled onto her back, pulling her cheeks apart.
“You already filled one hole, you better do the rest.” Janna demanded.
“C’mon Marco, I haven’t felt the thundering of your pelvis against mine in the morning.” Kelly argued.
“Big Bro… don’t leave me hanging…” Mariposa squeaked, rubbing her aching, flooded pussy.
“Ugh! So not fair! I didn’t even get that much of your cum!” Meteora loudly growled.
“Heh. I’d love to take you all right now, but I’ve gotta lotta important business to attend to. Why don't you all wash up and we can do this again tonight. That sound good?”
All the girls nodded and murmured their agreement. Some were accepting but others pouted and begrudgingly accepted. Either way, Marco got out of bed and headed to his personal bathroom, staying nude and letting his cock swing like a pendulum between his knees on the way, catching the mesmerized, hungry eye of every girl on his bed as they followed him out of the room.
Marco’s bathroom was as extravagant and as luxurious as his bedroom. The middle of the room was a four foot deep hole the size of a small pool, where he took his baths. In one corner was a glass box with an actual shower in it, allowing entry via sliding door and big enough to fit about five people. On one side wall was a long counter with multiple sinks and mirrors. On another was a long metal rack hanging with towels. There was no toilet, for it had its own aller room, while this is purely for bathing.
“Ahh Master Marco. We’ve got your bath ready.”
Patricia “Patty” Arms, aka Princess Arms, was not only yet another concubine but also had the responsibility, no, the privilege of bathing the God-Master. Her four arms proved most versatile, able to multitask and wash multiple parts of Marco’s body and most importantly, his pussy pulverising bitch-breaker. In addition, Marco realized her extra appendages could do much more and so he more often than not let her act as a “comfort girl” to his soldiers, especially during campaigns of war.
“We’re ready to wash you when you are!”
Then there was Princess Penelope “Penny” Spiderbite, former Princess of the Spiderbite Kingdom. Her people and her family once stood out by the large, bulging spider bite mark on their heads, but Marco had long fixed that once he took over and did some “exterminating”. As a result, their myriad of health issues subsided and Penny became more beautiful than ever before becoming a welcome addition to Marco's harem.
“My King, we’ll hope you’ll enjoy your baa-aaath!”
Last but not least, there was Princess Ramantha, or Rammy for short. She was quite literally a sheep girl, complete with soft, puffy cotton wool covering her head, neck, shoulders, wrists, shins and waists, rounded horns, and sheep eyes. She, along with Penny, were simply volunteers who wanted to help wash their God-Master, but it’s not a permanent assignment like Patty’s. Marco always allowed different girls to assist Patty every day, so as to keep things fair.
“Thank you ladies.”
Marco thanked them before slowly stepping into the filled pool of hot, bubbling, foaming water before sitting down on the seat that was carved along the inner radius of the circular pool. With he laid back and relaxed as he hung his sturdy, girder-like arms along the edge of the tub, before the girls ended up joining him.
Marco sighed as Ramantha and Penny sat beside him, each holding a washcloth and rubbing along his broad pectorals, rubbing floral scented soap all over him while Patty used two of her arms to rub shampoo into his hair and her other two to rub facial wash his chiseled, handsome face. They all worked in tandem to wipe away remnants of debauchery from the previous night, which none of the girls bathing him had been a part of.
“You must have had fun all night.” Rammy giggled as she sniffed traces of sex musk wafting off of him.
“Mmmmaybe.” Marco playfully spoke.
“Wish we could’ve been there.” Penny said, her head filled with thoughts of being in her King’s bed and being one of many getting ravaged.
“You’ll let us join later tonight won’t you, my King?” Patty asked with a twinkle of need in her eyes.
He casually shrugged. “I mean, I wouldn’t have refused if you just walked into my room and jumped right in. Why didn’t you guys do just that?”
“You know I was busy in the barracks, giving your soldiers… a hand or four.” Patty said with a blush.
“What about you, Penny?” Marco asked.
The former Spiderbite Princess took her turn to blush. “I was helping Father… ‘relieve his stress’.”
“Ramantha?”
“I was with… General River and his brothers. All night. Nonstop.” Rammy bit her lip like she was reliving an erotic memory.
Marco laughed. “Heh. You girls certainly were occupied. Tell you what. You all get your own exclusive spot in my bed tonight. Deal?”
“Yay!” All three girls smiled and cheered, their hearts fluttering at the thought of being with the one whose mighty meat slab they loved to be ravaged by the most.
“My King, we’re done cleaning your upper body, your face and your hair. It’s time… For the next part.” Patty spoke vaguely but Marco understood completely.
So he stood up, gracing the three girls with the majesty of the rest of his body. Hearts skipped a beat, breaths hitched in their throats, eyes twinkled with hunger, and jaws dropped as they saw them. That long stretch of flaccid fuckflesh hanging between his knees and that swollen, weighty sack full of his liquid platinum.
“You may start.” He signaled with a nod.
Patty, Penny, and Ram froze in place, in awe at being so close to such an apex of masculinity and strength. They’ve seen him like this pretty much every day and night but it never got any less breath-taking.
This was always the hardest part of the job, but Penny was the only one equipped to do it on her own. To wash the God-Master’s colossal fuck-pipe was a long, hard process that not only required dexterous, skillful hands, but multiples of them. Though that wasn’t the most difficult part. It was fighting the temptation.
Patty reached out with all four arms, one grasped the top of his head, another on the upper half of his shaft, one on the base, and one on his balls. Even limp, it still felt heavy and unyielding in her smaller hands. She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips.
“R-Rammy. Penny. I need you to… get him hard.” She softly requested.
Thanks to Patty’s guidance and their prior experience, Ramantha and Penelope knew exactly what to do.
Marco’s standing position allowed both girls to get behind him. With Ramantha sitting in the submerged seat, she brought her mouth between his muscular thighs, just behind his nuts as she ran a wet tongue from the root of his sack and along his taint. Meanwhile, Penelope spread his solid glutes white and brought her puckered lips to his asshole, her slobbering tongue darting in, out and around the rim. At the same time, Patty slowly stroked him with two of her arms, squeezed the blunt tip and rubbed his sack, while keeping it out of the sheep girl’s way. This erotic collaboration gradually caused the man’s member to slowly rise to a straight-arrow position, which she needed in order to make her job easier.
“Oh my gosh…”
Patty murmured under her breath as Marco’s erection was leveled towards her like she was chosen by it. Soft, quick breaths left her the longer she gazed straight into his pisshole, which constantly leaked with clear, stringy precum. The very sight of it made her feel like she was being beckoned, to feed on the nectar of the gods straight from the source.
“Pats? You good?” Marco asked with a knowing smile.
“Uhh, y-yeah my King. Just… just a little tired from last night is all.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I’m sure my guys worked you hard, huh?”
She nodded. “Y-Yeah… my arms are a bit sore, so… I’m sorry if I’m a bit slow this morning.”
Patty gasped as Marco’s big, strong hand suddenly cupped her cheek. He gently tilted her face up until they were looking eye to eye and she was just about ready to faint right then and there.
“It’s okay, sweetie. Take your time.”
If there was one thing that had gotten him this far in life, other than his strength, skill, and soldiers, it was most definitely his charisma. Not a single woman he ever met could resist it and with it, he was capable of melting even the coldest hearts and bending the most iron of wills. With soft hazel eyes full of kindness and patience, Patty melted into the moment, leaning her head into his touch and nuzzling his palm like a cat.
“Y-Yes, my King… thank you…”
With a deep breath, she was able to continue, lathering foamy soap over every inch of his man meat. Meanwhile, Ramantha and Penny commenced washing his glutes, his thighs, and all the way down to his ankles.
Despite the man’s patience, feeling how strong and solid it in her grasp just bolstered her temptation even further. Every second was a struggle. Her adolescent quim quivered between her lean legs and her arms shook under the heft of his meat rod and the growing weight of her rising arousal. It didn’t help she caught glances at Penny and Rammy kissing along his ass cheeks and thighs, likely getting horny themselves.
What if she also…
“Whoop! There it is!”
Marco chuckled, amused and unsurprised by Patty suddenly throwing her mouth over the head of his cock. She desperately sucked up his precum like her life depended on it, like it was the only drop she ever drank after ages of dehydration. Much like the other girls, she was a fiend for the man’s fluids, his sweat, his precum, his actual cum and even his piss. Dropping all pretense of bathing him, two of her hands were a blur on his towering tool while the other two squeezed his balls to extract as much of his manly nectar as she could.
It seemed Penny and Rammy also decided to join in on escalating things. The sheep girl took her turn to spread Marco’s ass cheeks apart and lash her tongue wildly against his winking pucker, even managing to stick it right in, and swirl it around his tense, muscled cavity. As for Penelope, she opted to shove her face into his pear-sized balls, pulling and stretching the thin skin with her tightly clamping lips and teeth.
“Mmm, that’s the good stuff, girls…”
With his hands on his sharp hips, he let his head hang back and savored the way the three girls indulged in his body, unable to resist their trained skills and their infectious enthusiasm. They worked so well together he briefly considered letting Ramantha and Penelope be permanent bath girls like Patty. That might be something he’ll have to talk over with his “council”.
“Ahhh, girls… If you want to get a nice, creamy shower, you all better get in front of me right now!”
Marco growled as he started jerking himself off, his large hand a blur on his bricked up meatpipe as he aimed precisely at Patty, Penny, and Rammy who knelt beneath it, their smiles wide open and tongues stretched and hanging out to catch what was coming.
“Hahhh…”
An echoing sigh carried in the large bathroom as Marco fired off yet another shotgun scattered salvo of his scorching semen all over the three former princesses turned concubines,making sure to give each of them an equal shot as he splattered their faces, tongues, and bodies.
Ever the virile stallion that he was, Marco’s load had not diminished even after all the prior ejaculations the previous night and even just recently before he entered his bathroom. It felt like an eternity before his seed trickled down to a few drips and coming up empty outright. The three St. Olga’s alumni looked like Marco applied a special soap to their bodies as it covered their wet skins like suds. They proceeded to lick it off their hands, arms and off each other like cats.
“Oh gosh, so-mmfff-good!” Patty’s praised through white chunks stuffed in her mouth.
“Ahhh, My King… I could suck it up forever…” Penelope moaned as she licked it off her fingers.
“Maa-aa-aaa-yyy King…thank you for the feast!” Ramantha trilled in joy as she licked the dripping nut off Patty’s face.
After all that, they finally bathed one another properly, completely scrubbing the strong stains and stench of cum and sex off their bodies until they were fragrant and squeaky clean. Marco thanked his girls and dismissed them before leaving the bathroom with nothing but a pair of brown speedo-like, bear skin underwear that showed off much of his round, bursting bulge.
With hunger in his belly, Marco made it to the grand dining hall where a number of his soldiers and even his concubines, some primaries, secondaries and even tertiaries, were already sitting and waiting for breakfast to arrive. Marco, as the God-Master, took his rightful place at the head of the long royal table.
“Yooo Marco dude, what’s up?”
Greeted Brantley, Marco’s former Karate Instructor turned right-hand man who sat at the closest chair. He relaxed in his chair while two black girls, former cheerleaders at Echo Creek Academy named Andrea and Megan, knelt on either side of him, stroking his cock under the table.
“All good Brant, thanks. I see you still got those two with you.” The Head of the Castle chuckled.
“Bro, as if I can let ‘em go. The things those mouths can do man, I can’t even. And don’t get me started on their pussies. Like, talk about mind-blowing!”
“Heck yeah, brother!” Marco cheered on as he and Brantley shared a fist bump.
“Marco my boy! So glad you could join us for breakfast!!”
Jovially spoke River who held the head of a young brunette girl named Hope as she buried her nose in his bushy blonde pubic hair deepthroating his cock. He wasn’t the longest, but he was certainly among some of the thickest, making the poor girl’s jaw creak under its girth. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she tapped on his legs to get him to let go. She gasped and coughed and wheezed as she pulled herself away, countless strings of spit still tying her to his flesh.
“What a shame, my dear. You can do better than that.” The former king shook his head.
“I-I’m sorry sir… I was having trouble breathing…” She meekly apologized.
He sighed. “Through the nose, sweetie. Through the nose. Heavens, you might need more training than I thought. For now, just stroke my cock and nurse on my glans while we wait for our meal to arrive.”
“Y-Yes, my liege.” Hope obeyed, shutting her pink, puffy lips around his fist sized head while jerking him off with both hands.
“Marcooo! Papaaaa!”
Yelled Star as she sprinted towards the head of the table, reaching the two men she called out to. She wore nothing but a pink micro bikini that barely covered her small bust, even her nipples, and a miniskirt that did little to hide that she wore nothing at all beneath it.
“Ahh, good morning my little shooting Star! C’mere, give your father some love!”
Star practically threw herself into River’s strong, paternal embrace before sharing a rather sloppy, but brief tongue kiss that made the man’s cock throb in Hope’s mouth. Then she leapt towards Marco, throwing herself onto his lap.
“Daddy!”
“Hey Star.” Marco greeted before pressing his lips to hers in a more chaste but still passionate kiss.
“Can I sit with you here for breakfast?” The former princess asked with child-like innocence.
Marco nodded. “Sure thing. Can I do this while you’re here?”
He reached between Star’s legs, two of his thick fingers sliding along her cunny, getting her moist and dripping in an instant as he found her clit and pressed harder against it, leaving her shaking and whimpering in his lap.
“Y-Yes… oh gosh, please don’t stop…” She mewled in pleasure.
“Wow, look how wet your daughter is, River.” Marco commented as he parted his fingers, her slick stretching between them.
“Heh, you little minx. Hope, perhaps you should get on my lap as well. Yes, like that. Ohh, that’s a good girl…” Hope lowered herself down the length of River’s dick until she was sitting right on the hilt with a big bulge in her stomach.
The opulent double doors of the dining hall opened as a small group of maids walked in pushing carts full of metal domes with food as well as metal flagons full of drinks like orange juice, coffee, and of course, alcohol.
“Breakfast is here, boys and girls. Get it while it’s hot!”
Said Angie, Marco’s mother, who was laying down metal platters on top of the table, mostly in front of attendees. Many of the men she passed by groped her ass from under her skirt and she simply giggled at them.
She, like her fellow maids, wore slutty French Maid outfits with tops that were low cut and parted in half to show as much of their major boobage as possible. Their frilly white and black skirts were also incredibly short, enough to show off their asses, with black lacy thongs drowning beneath their cheeks along with thigh high fishnet stockings.
“Mmm seems like you boys are hungry for more than food.”
Remarked Eclipsa, former Queen of Darkness, as she too rolled around a cart and laid down platters. She even took the initiative and grabbed the crotch of a few men sitting down before moving on, catching lusty looks and a few retaliatory gropes for being such a tease.
“Oh, be patient, you all. There’s plenty to go around. And I’m not just talking about breakfast.”
Then there was Moon Butterfly, the once proud and powerful Queen of Mewni, now reduced to a mere servant, engaging in both manual and sexual labor for Marco and his closest confidants. But that didn’t stop some of the lower ranked soldiers from touching her thick thighs and fat ass.
“Moonpie!” River affectionately called out.
“My dear, here is your meal.” Moon smiled as she placed a domed platter in front of her husband.
“Thank you, my love.” He gave his gratitude to his wife with an open mouth tongue kiss not unlike he did with Star earlier.
“Your breakfast, My King!”
Brittney Wong, former cheerleading captain of Echo Creek Academy, laid Marco’s platter in front of him with a cheery smile on her face. She was a far cry from how she was initially, a defiant little brat, but after some correction from both Marco and his soldiers, she changed her tune pretty quick, now she was eager to serve in more ways than one.
“Thanks Brit. You seem to be in a good mood today.” Marco cheekily smirked.
The former rich girl toyed with her hair. “Am I? I haven’t noticed.”
“Trying to get brownie points to get in my bedroom? You know my door is always open.”
“I-I know it’s just… it’s always packed in there.” She said with a bit of pity.
“Well maybe I can squeeze you in there tonight. How’s that sound?”
“I’d love that!” Brittney beamed.
“Well in any case, thanks for the meal.”
“You’re welcome, Master…”
Marco gave the girl a light slap on her barely covered butt before she walked away. Another maid came in and placed the rest of his meal in front of him and a couple glasses, including Star’s.
“Thank you very much, Tammy.” Marco said.
“Yeah thanks To- uhh, I mean, Tammy!” Star quickly corrected herself.
She didn’t say anything, instead nodding and proceeding to move on to the next seat without further interaction.
“Whoa where ya goin’, sweetie? I still wanted to talk.” Marco said as he pulled her closer to his side.
Marco smiled somewhat devilishly at the maid that was arguably his favorite. He loved her long, curly salmon pink hair that draped over her shoulders, her moderately plush breasts, her plump, bouncy ass, her shiny, seductive golden eyes, her sharp, saw-like teeth that felt nice on his skin when she bit him, and the long forked tail and horns on her head that he loved to roughly pull when he fucked her.
Tammy, as she has been named for a while now, was the former Prince of the Underworld Tom, now magically turned female after his home had become assimilated into Marco’s growing Empire along with the others. As such, he, or she now, also ended up getting assimilated into Marco’s harem, becoming just another fuck toy for him, though she wasn’t high enough in the pecking order to be exclusively his like Star was.
“I… just need to serve the others.” Tammy said, turning her blushing face away.
“Your fellow maids got that covered. I just wanna check something. Lift your skirt up for me please.” He requested.
Tammy sighed as she grabbed the edge of her frilly skirt. She averted her gaze in embarrassment. Marco reached out and pulled her panties down, revealing her small, feminine cock and balls encased in translucent, blue crystal.
“Heh. I forgot she was still caged.” Star remarked.
“Are you enjoying it, sweetie?” Marco asked with an ironic smile.
“Not in the slightest.” Tammy bluntly answered.
“Well I hope that’ll teach you a lesson about touching yourself without anyone’s permission. Now turn around.”
With a sigh, Tammy did just that, showing off her petite bubble butt where a diamond-shaped crystal lodged between her cheeks. Marco grabbed it, slowly pulling it out.
“Mmmph…”
Tammy bit back a moan, her body shaking as Marco slowly pulled out what appeared to be a dildo made entirely of crystal. It took a couple minutes but he finally managed to fully pull the foot-long object out of the demon girl’s anus. What followed was a slow flow of thick cum squirting out of her gaping hole and falling between her legs.
“Wow, you got used pretty thoroughly, huh? Whose is this?” Marco asked.
“D-Dad’s… and the expedition team before they left…” Tammy breathily spoke.
Marco’s cock throbbed, temptation beginning to flare. But rather than do something about it, he shoved the crystal dildo back into her ass with more force and speed that coaxed a high pitched squeal out of her.
“You don’t have to keep pretending you hate this, y’know.” Marco said.
Tammy growled in annoyance. “I-I don’t ha- I mean, I’m just not big on… servitude.”
“Oh? Maybe you wanna be a free use girl again for the Manotaurs or the Orcs? Like what we did to Brittney?”
The genderbent demon briefly wore a ponderous look. “Uhh… that might be- I mean, no! Anything but that!”
“Ha! Caught ya slippin! I’ll keep it in mind for my next meeting with the Harem Heads. Alright, you can go on now. Thanks.” Marco said.
Tammy sighed, pulling her panties up and letting her skirt fall back into place before finally walking away.
“Some fresh milk, baby?” Angie popped up right beside her son.
“Oh I’d love some, Mom.”
“Ooh, me too, Mrs. Diaz!” Star waved her hand and bounced on Marco’s lap.
“Of course, coming right up!”
Angie placed two glasses on the table in front of Marco and Star. Undoing the knot on her chest, she lowered her top, revealing her doughy, plump breasts before aiming her solid pink nipple towards one of the glasses. With her hands on either side of her bust, she pressed her palms into it, squirting milk right into the glass, quickly filling it nearly to the top, before doing the same to the other empty glass.
“Thanks, Mom.” Marco said before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a swig, leaving a white mustache-like streak across his upper lip.
“Oh honey, you got a little something there. Lemme get that for you.”
The Diaz mother leaned forward before sliding her tongue across her son’s slightly stubbly upper lip. Even after already wiping it off, she continued licking all over his mouth, provoking him into grabbing a fistful of his mother’s long poofy curls and pulling her into a full on kiss. They moaned and slobbered all over each other before stopping several minutes later.
“Ooh, you’re so dirty, Marco…” Angie giggled.
“You started it.” He snapped back.
Angie turned back to her cart. “Well, I’ll get the rest of the table. Enjoy your me-ooh!”
She jumped as Marco gave her a hard slap in the rear. She laughed like a schoolgirl before leaving the room with the rest of the maids. Now that everyone was served, they proceeded to dig into their meals. Marco ended up with an omelette stuffed with beef, onions, and mushrooms that he ended up sharing with Star, feeding her a few forkfuls every now and then.
“Hey, is it just me or are we missing a few dudes at the table?” Brantley, with a mouth full of hash browns, looked around and noticed a few empty chairs. His two girls moved on from the hand jobs and started sucking his big, heavy nuts.
“Yeah, Globgor, Buff Frog, Talon and some others are out on another expedition. They’re supposed to be back soon, though.” Marco explained.
Brantley’s eyes lit up. “They’re getting us more babes?”
Marco confidently smirked and nodded. “Bingo.”
“Aww sweet. Been a good minute since the last batch. Been itchin’ for some fresh meat, know what I mean?”
“Ah yes, I do believe Buff Frog mentioned that he found some rather wild young ladies in his scouting missions.” River said as he bounced his teenage concubine on his lap.
“How wild are we talkin’?” Brantley asked, leaning back into his chair, his feet resting on the table, his legs spread wide as his girls got an early breakfast and started eating his ass, their salivating tongues swirling in sync around his sphincter.
“Real proper sluts with a lotta notches on their belt.” Marco clarified, his fingers digging even deeper into Star’s pussy, her moans growing louder.
“Oooh, that’s the spice. Can’t wait.”
“Aww. Daddy, you gettin’ tired of us already?” The girl in the ponytail, Megan, playfully pouted.
“I thought we had somethin’ special…” Andrea, the curly haired one, flashed sad puppy eyes and a trembling lower lip.
Guilt immediately hit the older man. “N-No! Of course not! You girls are my favorites!”
“You’re just sayin’ that.”
“He hates us!”
“Heck no! And I’ll prove it!”
Brantley put both girls on the table, with Megan face down on top of Andrea, their drippy, milk chocolate pussies stacked on one another. Before they knew it, he shoved his face between them, running his tongue and smacking his lips against both of their pussies one after another.
“Ah-Ahhh, Y-Your Majesty!”
Meanwhile River bent Hope over the table as he began roughly taking her from behind, his bicep-thick dick splitting her tight teenage pussy wide open and caving in her young womb.
The whole table pretty much erupted into a mass mini orgy, with girls making out with one another, men bending girls over the table, girls jerking or sucking off men, even girls making out or fucking each other. It was a gloriously depraved sight that Marco always partook in every day at his castle. It was a firm, vivid reminder of what’s really important to everyone here.
“D-Daddy… I want what they’re having…” Star rubbed her thighs, looking up at Marco with need in her eyes.
“Of course, my Princess.”
Marco grabbed Star by her thin waist, lifting her over his lap with ease as he pulled his undergarments apart, his cunt-splitting cock hard and ready. The barely teen blonde dangled over it precariously like it was a spear waiting to impale her, which wasn’t far from the truth.
“D-Do it, Daddy… tear my little hole open…”
Star pleaded, her juices dripping all over the top of his dick. Her arousal was so pungent, it drew a hungry growl from Marco as he began to lower her onto his prick.
“The expedition team! General Globgor and the rest have returned to the kingdom!”
The entire dining room looked like time had grinded to a halt as everyone instantly dropped what they were doing, whether eating or fucking. The entire room fell silent with all eyes solely focused on Manfred, the castle assistant, who stood by the wide open door leading to the hallway with a wide, thrilled smile on his face.
So did the rest of the room. There was much rejoicing to be had, for the Bitch-Breaking Ceremony was finally nigh.