It wasn't as sad as it could have been. His parents had been gone for years now, and while the pain was still there, it didn't hurt nearly as much as when the loss was still fresh. Rather, it was kind of just a dull ache that Sigurd found himself easily ignoring as he moved through the attic, eyeing dusty boxes and abandoned furniture, half-expecting black widows around every corner.
To be fair, it had been a long time since he'd come up here. He was a little kid the last time, as far as he remembered. Sneaking up here, hiding away… it had been fun, after a fashion. But when his parents had died and left him everything, Sigurd just hadn't been able to bring himself to follow the family tradition of stuffing half their belongings in the attic.
Instead, he'd gotten rid of what he didn't need and what didn't hold sentimental value, and he'd kept things like pictures or actual usable items downstairs with him in the actual house itself. The family home, as it'd always been called. All his life, Sigurd had been undulated with stories about his house, about the people who grew up in it, about the generations who had come through it.
Before his parents, it had belonged to his father's grandparents. Before them, it had belonged to their grandparents. Passed down from family to family, generation after generation. Never silent, always filled with life and laughter. Well… until he came along and ruined things, he supposed. Sigurd can't help a slight smirk at that.
He liked to say it was just because he hadn't found the right girl yet. He liked to say it was just because he was a little introverted and didn't really have a big social circle. But more than anything else, it was the simple fact that the world as it was today made living your life online and in seclusion not only EASY, but also preferable in most cases.
Sigurd had always been pretty good with being alone. It wasn't like he preferred a complete lack of human contact or anything of course, but well, these days he got plenty of that from his job. Until he met the right woman, he really wasn't looking to fill some nonexistent hole in his life just so that his family home would have more people in it. He'd been on his own for years now, and he'd gotten by just fine.
… Mostly. It still wasn't entirely easy to maintain an entire house by yourself. Sigurd didn't want to leave the place where he grew up for a myriad of reasons, but when it came down to it, his job didn't pay quite enough to keep stuff from slowly but surely stacking up. Add in a few unexpected expenses here and there, and he was just barely managing to keep his head above water.
Hence the attic expedition. Hence his need to get over the fear of black widow spiders and pick a box to start digging into. The young man's hope is that he can find some antiques up here that actually have some real-world value to them. Some of the furniture doesn't look TOO beat up, and some of it even looks like it has some inlaid filigree to it. Probably bronze rather than gold, but still very antique-ish.
Main problem is moving the big-ass shit down out of the attic and then finding a way to sell it off somehow. While the internet was very accommodating on that front, he kind of wanted to just find a bunch of small stuff he could stick in his truck and drive down to the local pawnshop to pawn off, rather than having to put up individual auctions for a bunch of shit on eBay and having to deal with multiple different customers again and again.
Which means he's left with the boxes. The dusty, dusty boxes. Snorting derisively at his own hesitance, Sigurd bites the bullet and falls to his knees before a relatively large cardboard box. Pulling his knife out of his pocket, the young man cuts away the tape and pries the box open, turning his head away, closing his eyes, and refusing to breathe in as a cloud of displaced dirt fills the air around him.
After a few moments, its dissipated and Sigurd is free to peer into the depths of the box he's opened up. Good news, there's no spiders visible. Bad news, its stuffed with moldy, disintegrating paper as packing rather than the more modern foam peanuts. But hey, that's why he brought gloves. Grimacing all the same, Sigurd begins the process of pulling out paper to try and find what's actually stored in the cardboard box.
What he ultimately finds is… a whole lot of nothing, oddly enough. Its like the entire box is filled with nothing but paper. And he checks too, it's not like there's anything hidden in the wads of the stuff he's dragging out of the box in handfuls. Its just paper. A bunch of moldy paper. Still, he presses on all the way to the bottom, and in the end, Sigurd is rewarded for his perseverance.
Oddly enough, there's a small chest at the bottom of the cardboard box, like something a woman would stick her jewelry in. Excited by the prospect of old jewelry that he could most definitely pawn off, Sigurd drags the chest out and sits it on a clearer spot of the attic floor, turning to it and working open the latch.
After a moment, he's able to open the chest itself. His smile fades somewhat however, when he finds not a chest full of old jewelry… but a single ring. To be fair, it's a pretty spectacular fucking ring. As he reaches out and touches it, its almost as if he can feel something passing between him and the thick gold band.
Holding it up, Sigurd's eyebrows raise as he takes in the rubies embedded in the ring. They have to be real, they just have to. The whole thing is so heavy and thick and glistening… gold didn't tarnish right? Well, this ring certainly looked untarnished and altogether pristine, despite sitting in the bottom of a cardboard box for however long.
It wasn't a massive haul, but the ring alone might get him a pretty penny. Hell, perhaps he could go to an actual jeweler rather than the pawn shop and see if they wanted it for even more. Heh, for now though, he needed to keep searching. Taking the ring and sticking it on his right hand's ring finger almost instinctively, Sigurd fails to notice the thing subtly resizing to fit him perfectly. He's already turning his attention to the next box, his knife raised as he continues on with his search.
Of course, over the course of the next couple hours, Sigurd finds himself rubbing at the ring's ruby surface subconsciously, over and over again, never noticing the way the rubies gleam and glisten brightly it being dimly lit up in the attic. As he searches, he finds a whole lot of nothing, mostly old, moth-eaten clothing that he knows isn't worth jack shit anymore.
In the end, he finds himself leaving the dusty attic a little disappointed. It'd been a long day, and all he had to show for it was the ring. As he steps into the kitchen, intending to get himself a glass of ice water to get some of the dust out of his throat, he once again rubs at the ring. Of course, that's when everything changes.
"I'm awake! I'm awake! So sorry, it's just been so long, I didn't mean to sleep on the job or anything!"
Sigurd rears back in wide-eyed surprise as a gorgeous young woman in Arabian belly dancer dress literally pops into existence before him, looking oh so apologetic.
"H-Holy shit!"
Her eyes track to the ring on his finger and then she's all smiles as she immediately falls to her knees in the middle of his kitchen, prostrating herself before him as he stands in the entryway, her hands palm down on the ground and her head bowed as she speaks.
"Master! My sincerest apologies for failing to answer your call immediately! But I'm here now, and I'm ready to serve!"
Sigurd just gapes for a moment, even as the usual sorts of lewd fantasies immediately come to mind at the way the girl's acting. It doesn't help that her loose flowing bottoms are partially see-through and also ride so low on her hips that he can see most of her heart-shaped bubble butt in her current position.
Still, he's never been one to FULLY be led around by his dick. He CAN control himself, and he does so now, restraining his first impulses at having a sexy girl dressed as she currently is calling him 'Master'.
"Who… who are you? How did you get here and why am I your Master?"
She rises at that, still all smiles as she bounces up and down on her feet a couple times, doing very interesting and very eye-catching things to her breasts.
"I am Shantae, the Genie held within that ring you're wearing! More than that though, I am your family's Guardian Genie!"
Sigurd… continues to gape. He probably would have liked to play it cooler if he had a choice, but sometimes things are just too wild for you to keep calm and carry on.
"… Since when has my family had a Guardian Genie?!"
Shantae beams even brighter at that.
"Well Master, your ancestor picked me up in… ooh, I think it was the twelve-hundreds! Somewhere around there! Which would make my period of service to you and yours… oh my."
Shantae's eyes widen at that, and her smile falls away as her lower lip wobbles.
"I… I've been in the ring for the past h-hundred YEARS, Master! I'm… I'm way behind on my duties! Please Master, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me and know that I'll work super hard to make it all up to you!"
Sigurd just blinks dumbly at the self-professed genie, before opening his mouth to forgive her, only to find himself parched. Closing his lips again and wetting them with his tongue for a moment, the young man decides a test is in order.
"… If you really are a genie, I wish for a glass of ice-cold water, straight from the purest mountain spring in the entire world."
Shantae's smile returns at being given something to do. She holds up her hand, and a glass pops into existence in it, looking absolutely ornate, like it's made out of the finest crystal or something. Then, seemingly from nowhere, water pours into it and fills it to just below the brim. She holds it out to him, and Sigurd takes it, eyeing it for a moment before shrugging and tipping it back.
… Its seriously the best water he's ever had, and by the time he's finished, he's definitely a believer.
"Okay, so you're my Guardian Genie and you're really behind on your duties. What… what are your limits?"
Because really, while his family had always been pretty well off, why weren't they conquerors of the damn world if they had an actual Genie on their side since the twelve hundreds?! Shantae ends up revealing the reason behind that a moment later, as she presses her finger to her lips.
"Well… um, usually it takes me a long time to charge my power, Master! So, I could only be used sparingly, especially when it came to big things, like riches or love or power! Still, with a hundred years of charge… I don't know when I'll run out of power, Master! Certainly not in your life time, unless you ask for immortality!"
That's… hm. Definitely a possibility. Still, Sigurd is no fool.
"Right. How about this, you tell me when you find yourself below seventy-five percent of your current amassed power, alright?"
"Yes sir! Happy to serve!"
Grinning, Sigurd considers things for a moment. Now that he's gotten over the shock and what not, there's really only one choice, isn't there? He can finally realize his fantasy of becoming an actual fucking hero! Probably not in this world, because in this world, to borrow a phrase from one of his favorites, the 'Age of Heroes has passed'. But damn it if he won't find another place to make himself a hero!
Ah… but at the same time, he sort of, kind of wants to build a harem too. It's a guilty pleasure fantasy of his, that idea. Some heroes have harems, but most have it foisted upon them, at least in anime. Can he go around being a hero AND collecting every woman that catches his fancy? For a moment, Sigurd is filled with true indecision.
And then it hits him. It was an idea he actually had a while back, for a story really. He just wasn't much of a writer himself, so he tossed the idea into the wild in the hopes someone else on the internet would pick it up. As far as he knew, no one had. Now though, it didn't need to be a story. Not when it could be HIS reality.
He could be a hero and build a harem at the same time. With his Guardian Genie on his side, he could go after the most evil and malicious females in existence and 'convince' them that they should give up their dastardly ways to join his harem instead! Though first, there was the question of the true extent of Shantae's power.
Ceasing his planning for a moment, Sigurd looks to Shantae again.
"Shantae… how much of your current power would it take for you to hop me across dimensions? How much would a single trip take?"
"Hm, well since you used percentages before, I will too! To hop across dimensions, it will take zero-point zero one percent of my current charge, Master!"
… Seriously?! Sigurd had been fully ready to use his Genie sparingly, but holy shit, he could do a HUNDRED dimensional hops and only have used up one percent of Shantae's current charge! Licking his lips, Sigurd can't help but grin.
"Shantae… I have some things for you to do for me."
The gorgeous, sultrily dressed genie smiles widely at that, eager to please and enthusiastic to serve. Needless to say, even as Sigurd begins to make wishes, his pants are beginning to grow a little uncomfortable with how tight they're getting. It REALLY doesn't help when the way Shantae goes about releasing her power for wishes bigger than a simple ice-cold glass of water is through some VERY appealing belly-dancing.
-x-X-x-
"… And I think that's it."
"Yes Master!"
They've moved from the kitchen to Sigurd's bedroom at this point, more specifically the master bedroom of his family home. Heh, it had been a little odd at first, sleeping where his parents slept, hell, where he'd probably been conceived. But it really was the best room in the house, and he'd gotten a tempur-pedic mattress to replace theirs anyways after they died…
Regardless, Sigurd was in the master bath, staring at himself in the mirror as Shantae stood in the middle of his bedroom, finally slowing her absolutely spectacular belly-dancing. Shit, she was amazing. But hey, so was he now. Grinning at himself, Sigurd flexes a little, before jumping up and down a bit. Then, he does a quick one-two punch combo in the air.
Oh yeah, while those might not be the most effective of tests, he could feel it all the same. He was faster, stronger, more durable… every bit of wished up self improvement that he could think of, he'd given it to himself. And then some. Seriously, he must have been using Shantae's power to alter his body for the past hour. If there was one thing he wanted to do now… it was test it out.
"Shantae, kneel."
"Yes Master!"
She kneels, only to blush crimson when Sigurd steps out of the bathroom and stripes out of his pants. Her eyes immediately go to the tent in his boxers that his newly improved, utterly huge cock is making. As he steps up to her, Sigurd grins, tempted to rub his boxer-clad dick all over the Genie's face… but wanting her involvement in this more.
"Take it out, Shantae. Take it out and suck on it for me, won't you?"
Clearly embarrassed, but also determined to make up for her absence even now, Shantae bobs her head up and down and reaches for the waistband of his boxers. When she drags those down and his cock flops out, it smacks her in the face right off the back, leaving the cute Genie girl to gasp, even as she reaches up to stroke it up and down with her small hands. Sigurd just chuckles.
"What? Surprised, Shantae? You DID give me this size you know."
Still blushing, the Genie manages to flash a smile up at him, even as she lays a smooch on his dick tip before replying.
"W-Well… um, I didn't expect you to be s-so erect so fast, Master…"
Sigurd outright laughs at that, even as he places a large hand in Shantae's hair, his fingers sliding through her locks and gripping her skull gently but firmly. He was in control here… and fuck but it felt good.
"Only because I had such a sexy Genie dancing for me for the past hour. How could I not get hard? Now… open wide."
Shantae flashes one last smile at his compliment before obeying her Master most happily. Her jaw stretches as he slides his mammoth-sized member past her waiting lips, and Sigurd finds himself groaning at the feel of her warm, velvety mouth.
"God, you're so fucking perfect. Suck it Shantae. Suck it like the perfect genie slut I know you are."
Suck it she does. Her mouth suctions down around his new length and her head bobs up and down along his shaft as her tongue slurps at the underside of his member. Sigurd throws his head back and groans loudly as Shantae's efforts intensify, and for a few half-blinding minutes, it feels like an eternity has passed instead.
Still, as much as he's enjoying her mouth and even her throat as Shantae easily suppresses her gag reflex to take him all the way to the base, this is an experiment of sorts more than anything else. So, rather than hold back, when the time comes for HIM to cum, Sigurd just lets his release arrive without warning, his seed spilling into Shantae's esophagus and down into her gullet as she swallows every last drop of it without pause.
Sigurd watches this, and he watches Shantae. Specifically, he takes in her eyes, grinning wickedly as he sees the momentary flash of heart-shaped pupils before they fade away back to her normal adoring gaze. But there's something more to the love and devotion in Shantae's eyes now. Something… new. When he pulls his cock out of her mouth, its already cleaned up by an over-eager Genie tongue. Chuckling, Sigurd slaps his saliva-coated meat down onto Shantae's face a few times and grins at her as she moans wantonly, none of her earlier embarrassment surviving the transition.
"How do you feel, Shantae?"
"Oooh, perfect, Master. It worked perfectly. I want more… I want more of your cooock."
Laughing a little at her blunt honestly, Sigurd reaches down and uses just a smidgen of his newly given strength to lift Shantae up off the floor and toss her back onto the bed. A moment later, he's on top of the writhing, wiggling Genie as he slides between her legs and thrusts into her cunt.
"Don't worry, my precious slut. You'll get more. So much more."
Shantae just moans and climaxes around his dick practically on command, her eyes rolling up in her head and her tongue hanging out of her mouth. This is the effect of another of Sigurd's wishes, and so far, this preliminary test seems to be going quite well. His seed is addictive now. More than that, it immediately becomes the thing that any woman who imbibes it will consider the most important thing in their life.
With this, Sigurd can set off on his heroic quest of bringing all of the vilest villainesses across the multiverse to heel. With this, he can finally see both of his greatest dreams through.
… Tomorrow. He would set off on his heroic quest tomorrow. For now, burying himself in Shantae's cunt again and again, kissing the lovey-dovey, absurdly affection Genie girl full on the lips, Sigurd is having the time of his life.
And this is just the beginning.
-x-X-x-
With a loving, loyal Guardian Genie on hand, the world, nay, the multiverse was at Sigurd's fingertips. At this point, he really just had to decide where the hell he was going to start. There were plenty of villainess women across the cosmos, spread out through dimensions and universes. So many that it almost made the young man's head spin. He had so many choices… how was he supposed to make the right one?
He and Shantae had moved from the kitchen to his bedroom at some point, and engaged in even more sex before eventually, Shantae had fallen asleep. He was sure he could just wake her up again, but Sigurd kind of enjoyed watching her slumber. She was cute like this, and it was almost as fun to stroke a hand through her soft hair ever so slowly, as it was to plunge his cock deep inside of her clenching insides.
Slowly, Sigurd's eyes track over to his computer, which is even now still turned on. There, frozen on the screen, is a still of a One Piece episode he'd been watching last night before bed. He had a tendency to leave his computer running all the time, which, contrary to some recommendations, really didn't seem to hurt it all that much! And if it did, well, he had a magical wish-granting genie, now didn't he? Who the fuck cared!
Regardless, the episode is frozen at a very interesting part. Specifically, his screen is showing him the profile of one of One Piece's minor villainesses, the busty artificial harpy, Monet. That… that could work. It probably wasn't anyone else's first choice, but Sigurd wasn't anyone else, now was he? And more than that, when it came to making his Harem of Mind-Broken Villainesses, Sigurd had all the time and power in the universe to do so.
It didn't MATTER who he started with, not really. How could it? He would get them all, eventually. And each and every one of them would turn away from their lives of villainy and become his loving, loyal sex pets. They would leave behind their crimes, they would no longer commit evil, and the worlds he took them from would be better off for it. He would cure their evil… one good, hard dicking at a time.
So yeah, why not Monet first? The artificial harpy was a gorgeous specimen, with her wing-arms and taloned bird-legs. She was absolutely spectacular, her bust one to die for… though Sigurd had no intention of doing that. With the power that flowed through his body thanks to Shantae's magic, he felt unstoppable, unbeatable, unbreakable. He could take on just about anyone… Monet was so far down the totem pole that it wasn't even funny.
But then, why stop at her, right? It wasn't as if he needed to be careful or anything so foolish. If Monet was small fry… then adding on her sister to the mix didn't really increase the risk by any stretch of the imagination. With that in mind, Sigurd brushes his hand through Shantae's hair one more time and then wakes her quietly.
"Shantae… time to wake up. I have a wish for you."
The Guardian Genie is up in a moment, all too excited to obey. Even as she looks up at him, sitting up on his bed, her hand closes around his cock and begins to stroke it ever so casually. Her little grin tells him that she knows he's turned on by the simple submissive service.
"Yes, Master? Please, tell me how your loyal genie-slave can help you today~"
Grinning and leaning back to enjoy the handie, Sigurd begins to outline exactly what he wants Shantae to do for him. Once he's done, she bobs her head… and they both vanish, leaving behind an empty room in an empty house.
-x-X-x-
"Who the fuck are you?!"
Sigurd smirks as he turns and regards his two targets. He'd teleported in facing away from them both, but that was just fine. It allowed him to control the reveal of his cock, which even now was hanging out between his legs, fully exposed to both Monet and Sugar, the two sisters both in the room that Shantae had brought him to. This was a bit earlier in the timeline then the episode he'd been watching, mostly because Sigurd wanted the two of them to be in one place rather than him having to waste power to BRING them together.
Of course, Monet is still a fat-tittied harpy and Sugar is still a fake loli. The latter of the two sisters is chronologically twenty-two years old, but she has a very small, petite body indeed, due to the age-halting effects of her Devil Fruit. It leaves her and Monet in distinct and stark contrast, despite them both being over twenty years of age. One is tall, and busty… and of course avian, while the other is small and flat as a board.
They're both sadists though, and remorseless villainesses perfect for his plans.
"HEY! I asked you a question, asshole!"
"Hehe, don't worry, sister! If he won't answer us as a human, then perhaps he'll answer us as a toy…"
Of course, Sugar isn't worried one bit. She remains seated on the couch, while Monet stood up the moment that he entered the room. Glancing over at her sister, Monet grins wickedly and turns back to Sigurd a moment later.
"Hear that? You want to fuck with us? You popped into the wrong room, asshole!"
With that, she rushes him. As she does so, he imagines something else is supposed to happen, because her brow furrows in confusion and then her eyes go wide as she stumbles. Sigurd is already moving to meet her though, and he has the squirming artificial harpy pinned against a nearby wall in moments as he grins wickedly into her face.
"Missing something, sweetheart?"
Growling, Monet tries to squirm, even as she panics.
"I can't… my Devil Fruit Powers aren't working! Y-You bastard, what did you do?!"
"… Neither a-are mine, sister… they have us."
Both Monet and Sigurd look to Sugar as the biologically frozen woman speaks up again, but where Monet whips her head over to Sugar, clearly catching the 'they', Sigurd is slower to turn his gaze, almost casual, knowing what he'll find. He grins at seeing Shantae holding Sugar in her lap, restraining the 'girl' easily. At the same time, Sugar's fingertips are very visibly managing to touch Shantae… but to no effect.
Heh, the ageless fake loli's true power was certainly a terrifying one in many ways, but in the face of a genie's magic and his own power… she was completely helpless, as was Monet. Neither of them were able to use their Devil Fruit powers, not while he still said so. On top of that, this room was sealed from the outside world, meaning no one was going to interrupt them while he had his fun.
With Monet still stunned and speechless in the face of her sister's capture, Sigurd is unopposed when he reaches up and with a single hard tug, rips the artificial harpy's shirt off completely, leaving her massive titties to bounce free. They jiggle as they do so, taking several moments to stop moving as Monet gasps and goes red, squirming even harder in his grip. Snorting derisively in the face of her resistance, Sigurd forces Monet down the wall, so that his erect cock can push up between her breasts.
Her mammaries are so large that its honestly child's play for him to slip his massive member into her cleavage, groping and squeezing her tits as he wraps them around his shaft. His cockhead brushes against Monet's lips with every thrust, and while she tries her best to resist, she's also inhaling his heady musk, his masculine scent. Its not possible for her not to, she's trying to fight back, which in turn leaves her breathless, and that in turn means she inhales a lot more air through her nose to replace her oxygen.
But now she's inhaling air that's filled with his smell, with the smell of his cock, only bare inches away from her nose as it is. Slowly but surely, as Sigurd continues to fuck Monet's milk jugs for all he's worth, the artificial harpy's resistance begins to crumble. She tries to turn her head away, but her nostrils are still flaring and she's still breathing in his musk. Its only a matter of time, even as she continues to refuse to participate, but also no longer fights back against him.
Eventually, Monet breaks. Her eyes slowly turn back to look at his cock, and his leaking member ends up smearing a dash of precum across her lips. Before she can try to resist the temptation, Monet's tongue darts out to lick it up. The busty harpy's eyes go wide at the taste, and before she knows it, she's starting to lick more of it into her mouth… and when her lips aren't enough, she begins to lap at his cockhead every time it pushes up between her cleavage, until eventually, she's simply leaning down so she can always have Sigurd's dick tip in her mouth, sucking on it with all her might, swirling her tongue all over the first part of his length.
Sigurd just grins, watching as his 'magical' bodily fluids affect Monet's mind in real time. Its one thing to have a Guardian Genie already loyal to you basically reaffirm that loyalty and love and devotion by begging for your cock. Its another entirely to take a resistant, sadistic, amoral girl and watch as just your precum, not even your real cum, begins to change her right on the spot.
Its so damn hot, and with his powers, Sigurd sees no real reason to hold back when his release is so close. With a growl, he grabs hold of Monet's head with both hands and gives her a mouthful of his hot, delicious, mindwashing semen. Quite literally, as the case was. All previous naughty, evil thoughts are cleaned away, leaving Monet with her memories, but as a blank slate with only one thing in the whole wide world that matters to her. Him. He's the center of Monet's universe now, just like that, right then and there.
As Sigurd pulls his length out of her mouth, the busty harpy tries to follow him, but he just holds her at bay with his grip on her hair, instead looking down and giving her a knowing look. When she glances up and meets his eyes, Monet blushes at what she sees there. After a moment though, her taloned feet come up and the harpy happily tears off her shorts, exposing her drooling quim to Sigurd's eyes, even as she spreads her bird-like legs wide to do so.
"P-Please… please, fuck me. I need it. I need it, I need it, I need it. Fuck me and I'll do whatever you want. I'll be whoever you want me to be. Just please, put your cock in my cunt and FUCK MEEEE!!!"
Sigurd just watches in amused silence as she makes a complete fool of herself in front of him, in front of Shantae, and in front of her sister. Not that Monet cares one bit about Sugar anymore. Family means little to the villainess now. All that matters is him… though he supposes he'll still let the siblings have a nice, loving, and most importantly incestuous relationship, once they're both under his thrall. Speaking of which…
Dragging Monet back up the wall, Sigurd places his cockhead against the avian woman's cunt lips, teasing it for a moment, even as Monet in turn wraps her wings and her taloned legs around his body. She croons at him as he begins to slowly but surely penetrate her, actively trembling between him and the wall. His cock fills her, inch by inch. He slides his meat rod up inside of her, and all Monet can do is TAKE it. But then, to be fair, at this point, all she WANTS to do is take it.
That's good, because Sigurd is there to give it to her, and he's not taking no for an answer. Not from this sadistic, murdering bitch. Not from villainess sluts like she and her sister. Grinning wickedly, Sigurd grabs hold of Monet's plump bubble butt with both hands and begins to fuck her. Well and truly, he pounds into the artificial harpy with much of his considerable, genie-given might. He rams Monet up against the wall, and only holding back keeps him from turning her into paste thanks to his monstrous strength.
She and her sister never stood a chance, not against him and Shantae. Now Monet knows this. She knows it like she knows the sky is blue, or that the Grand Line is dangerous. She knows it like she knows Sigurd is the love of her life, the light to guide her forward. Her insides clench down and squeeze around his cock over and over again, her pussy walls clinging to him, trying to hold him inside of her as he ignores them and pistons in and out of her faster and faster.
Monet cums over and over and over, and ultimately her face contorts into that of a bitch who's been fucked completely silly. Her eyes roll back in her head, her tongue lolls out of her mouth. By the time Sigurd finally cums inside of the busty harpy, pumping a nice, thick load of seed into her womb and watching as her pupils do the momentary heart-shaped thing just like Shantae's did, Monet is barely of the proper frame of mind to greet her new master in full.
He doesn't mind though. After all, he's got another to play with while he waits for Monet to recover. Pulling out of the harpy, he lets Monet slide down to the floor, even as he turns to the couch where Shantae and Sugar await him, messy cock in hand. While he's been busy with the bustier of the two, Shantae has not been idle. The entire time he's been fucking Monet up, Shantae has worked Sugar over, running her hands across the fake loli's body, playing with the ageless young woman's nipples.
Having been idly listening in on the two while he pounded Monet into oblivion, he'd heard all of Sugar's threats, all of her insults, all of her struggles. Just as he'd heard Shantae ignore those in favor of taunting Sugar with how much she'd enjoyed the Guardian Genie's touch, taunting her with how wet she was from watching Monet get fucked. At the same time, Sugar has been smelling Sigurd's musk since he entered the room.
Sure, she's not had nearly as close proximity to his cock, but with the entire room sealed off, of course his scent was going to fill it up quite quickly. On top of that, she's now breathing in the scent of not just Sigurd's natural musk, but also his thick, heady semen. Its invading her mind, and as the two watched Monet's ahegaoing face while he came inside of the avian woman, Shantae had breathed into Sugar's ear, telling the fake loli that that would be her soon enough.
Sugar had cum from that moment, her pussy clenching down HARD around Shantae's pistoning fingers as she orgasmed explosively, even as Sigurd had been filling Monet with his seed. So yeah, now, as he leaves Monet behind and approaches Shantae and Sugar, Sigurd knows that the latter is primed and ready for him. Of course, Shantae still SAYS as much as well, the final bit of humiliation and degradation for Sugar to hear.
"She's nice and ready for you now, Master. She wants it soooo badly…"
Blushing deeply, Sugar responds by spreading her legs apart, which in turn leads to Shantae pulling the ageless young woman's panties to the side, revealing her sopping wet pussy lips to Sigurd's eyes. Grinning wickedly, he leans over her and places his thick, massive cock up against her cute little pussy lips, imagining that Sugar is still quite the virgin, despite being in her twenties.
"Is that true, Sugar? Is that what you really want? For me to fuck you?"
Sugar flushes and looks away, but ultimately, she nods. That's not good enough though, far from it. Grabbing her by her chin, Sigurd forces Sugar to look back at him. He grins viciously as he stares into her eyes.
"Unless I hear you say it, I'll just go back to fucking your smoking hot sister, you silly little slut. Now say it. And doesn't skimp on the details. Tell me EXACTLY what you want me to do to you."
Lips parted as she pants breathlessly, Sugar remains silent for just a moment more before finally speaking.
"I-I want it… I want your d-dick. I want… I want you to fuck me so hard that my brain shorts out from the pleasure! I-I want to become a dick slave, j-just like my sister!"
With a grin, Sigurd penetrates her right on the spot, hilting himself in her unbelievably tight hole in one swift, smooth thrust. Sugar, in response, lets out a keening wail, a mixture of pleasure and pain as her flat, small stomach bulges out around his cockhead. Shantae's hands are also playing with Sugar's itty-bitty titties, but neither the owner of said titties or Sigurd are paying much attention to that.
Both Sugar and Sigurd have eyes only for the bulge he's creating in Sugar's stomach as he begins to pound up into her with all his might, thrusting away, making her stomach bulge with every push into her poor little womb. Sugar clenches her teeth, her eyes going wild in her head. She cums around his cock, trembling and shaking as the pleasure and pain do things to her that she never thought possible. And of course, there's also his precum, and the cum from the load he'd mostly left in Monet.
Both of these things begin the process with the ageless young woman a little early, but also disjointedly. As a result, Sugar ends up frothing at the mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head as she seized up, her old self erasing in fits and starts, her new loyalty to Sigurd embedding itself in her mind, but leaving her cognizant of her own enslavement, unlike with Monet.
That is, until Sigurd finally nuts inside of her. As she gets the full taste of a massive load of his ejaculate, the process completes itself, and the heart-shaped pupils make an appearance before fading away as Sugar realizes who she belongs to and her new purpose in life. Then, she promptly passes out from the entire experience, her body taken to its limits and then some.
-x-X-x-
Sigurd hums as he looks down at his new pets. Fat-chested and petite, full-grown and fake loli. Monet and Sugar kneel before him, the dear sisters double-teaming his cock as Shantae sits on the couch next to him, cuddling into his side.
"… I'm not entirely sure what I'm going to do with them. Put them up in my house? I'll run out of room there. Need a more permanent solution…"
Leaning in, Shantae plants a trail of kisses on Sigurd's neck before pulling back and giving him her idea.
"We can always just take them with us, Master! There's plenty of room in my ring, and I wouldn't mind the company whenever you don't need me…"
The idea certainly has merit. Sigurd finds himself looking down at the ring on his hand. He wasn't going to lose it anytime soon, not with how much magic he'd put into making sure it stayed in his possession. Even if the finger it was on, or his hand or arm got cut off, the ring would simply move to the other hand. And if THAT limb got cut off, the ring was supposed to teleport itself to beneath his tongue.
Probably just being paranoid, but Sigurd preferred to call it being 'prepared'. Still…
"Thank you, Shantae. Your generosity knows no bounds."
He gives her a deep kiss, and his beloved genie-pet squeals happily as she kisses him back.