Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Commission

Themes: Mind Break, Threesome, Master/Slave

Summary: Based on a throwaway joke regarding the Amonir Flower and the idea of Gray knowing more than he let on about it. More even than Lathel in fact.

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As he sits there on the edge of the bed, one hand resting atop either of the heads currently slurping, sucking, and lapping at his cock and balls, Gray has the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

"Fuuuck… can't believe it worked."

Staring up at him with their mouths quite busy are two very beautiful women… the same two beautiful women that Gray has been traveling with for quite some time now, in fact. On their knees, both worshipping his cock with their tongues and lips quite enthusiastically, are Justia and Scheherazade.

Neither was a woman who Gray could have pulled under ordinary circumstances. His reputation was well known to both of them after all, and they had their own reputations. Scheherazade was at least relatively playful, but there was a difference between playful and outright easy, and she straddled it well. 

Justia, meanwhile, was an ice queen through and through. All she cared about was defeating the bad guy. The only cute thing about her (aside from her looks of course) was that she enjoyed cooking.

That last part was half the reason Gray hadn't been able to make this move earlier. The other half of the reason being the fourth member of their party, the herbalist Lathel.

Put simply, Gray hadn't known until today whether Lathel would know what he had in mind and be able to stop him. On top of that, it wasn't until today that they'd stopped roughing it and relying on Justia's cooking for a night, instead staying at this inn that they'd found and paying for food and drink from the innkeeper.

It was then that Gray had put his plan into action, slipping into the kitchen when no one was looking and applying a special potion that only he knew about to the girls' food and drinks in particular. The potion was called the Heart-Eyes Potion… and its main ingredient was Amonir Flower.

Earlier today, Gray had finally had the opportunity to test the extent of Lathel's knowledge of the Amonir Flower when they'd run into a patch of demonic sludge that they couldn't get past without it. Gray had played dumb, leading Lathel along until the other man had spilled the beans on everything he knew about the flower's properties.

But Lathel was an herbalist, not an alchemist. By the time they were done and had managed to use the flower to move past the sludge, it was clear to Gray that Lathel didn't know about the Heart-Eyes Potion. He knew that the Amonir Flower induced lust in people who spent too long in its presence, Gray had overheard him whisper as much to Justia. However, he very clearly didn't know the same potion that Gray did, and what that potion could do to a woman… or in this case, a pair of women.

Indeed, looking down into Justia and Scheherazade's eyes, Gray can literally see the potion at work, because both women have heart-shaped pupils at the moment as they dutifully and slavishly worship his cock with their tongues. Their hands, meanwhile, are stuffed under their sleeping clothes, feeling up their breasts and fingering their own pussies with reckless abandon.

It's the kind of behavior that Gray could see Scheherazade engaging in all alone maybe, but not the sort of thing he thinks that Justia would ever do of her own volition, not in a million years.

But then, that was the power of the Heart-Eyes Potion. Basically, if you combined some crushed up Amonir Flowers with a few other ingredients and fed the potion to a woman, they would eventually come under its effects, becoming incredibly aroused and horny and needy. During this time period, their pupils would be shaped like hearts and they would find themselves falling over themselves to obey and submit to many man they laid eyes on.

Timing it right had been the kicker. Gray had made sure to be his annoying, slightly sleazy self, not outright pushing for them to go to bed early, but instead doing the opposite. After they'd ate and drank, he tried to get everyone to stay up later by asking if they wanted to play cards with him, with the loser having to strip articles of clothing instead of paying the winner.

Needless to say, everyone had shut him down and gone to their rooms. In Justia and Scheherazade's case, since they shared a room, it had been easy enough for Gray to wait until he was sure they'd fallen under the Heart-Eyes Potion's effects and then pick their lock and slip on in. From there… well, they'd gotten to this point.

Feeling his member throbbing with a fierce need, Gray finally grunts and nods.

"Alright, I'm good and hard. Which means it's time for me to fuck one of you… but which should I fuck first?"

The two women both pull back from his cock at that, panting needily as they all but present themselves to him for inspection.

"M-Me! Fuck me, Gray! I need it! I need your big fat c-cock!"

Scheherazade's plea is quite impassioned, her wanton moans filling the room as she plays with herself right in front of him. However, Justia…

"N-No… nnngh, please… please take my virginity, Gray. Please split me open with your massive phallus and claim my purity for yourself… I offer it up t-to you freely…"

It's just too fucking hot having the White Reaper herself, so prim and proper and cold and distant, asking him to fuck her like that. Fuuuuck it's good. Looking to Scheherazade, Gray shrugs apologetically.

"Sorry, you're going to have to wait. Justia, strip and get on the bed."

"Y-Yes…"

While Scheherazade lets out a pathetic whine at being beaten out, Justia climbs to her feet, removing her sleep clothes and getting up onto the bed. She falls onto her back with a light blush to go with her heart-shaped pupils, even as her substantial chest heaves up and down, her legs spread wide for him. 

Ah, a virgin swordswoman, all his for the taking… for the claiming, really. As Gray climbs up onto the bed and moves between Justia's legs, he grabs her by the hip to steady her with one hand and grabs her by the chest to fondle a breast with the other. As the beautiful woman uncharacteristically moans for him, Gray grins wickedly.

"From now on, you two call me Master Gray or just Master when we're in private, alright? I own you sluts now. You belong to me."

Moaning under his touch, Justia nods.

"O-Of course, Master Gray…"

And down on the floor, Scheherazade also answers in the affirmative.

"Nnngh, yes Master Gray!"

With that settled, Gray thrusts into Justia. His cock is already throbbing and ready for action, so he doesn't bother taking it slow. He robs the White Reaper of her virginity, causing her to cry out in sharp pain. Fortunately, Gray had Scheherazade put up a silencing ward on the room after he'd snuck in on them. No one was going to hear anything that went on in here tonight.

Justia's face is scrunched up in pain for all of a moment before it smooths out into unbridled lust and pleasure again. Gray starts fucking her hard right off the bat, both hands now feeling up her tits as he plows in and out of her sodden, sopping wet cunt.

"Fuck… you always looked down on me, you bitch. You always thought the least of me, didn't you? But now look at you… this is the real you, cunt. This is the true woman deep down inside."

"Ah, ah, ah… y-yes! I'm sorry, Master. I'm sorry for looking down on you! Nnngh, t-thank you for showing me the real me! Thank you for making me your woman!"

Gray grins, exalting in hearing Justia of all people saying such things. He growls and picks up the pace some more, delighting in finally having this bitch to himself. Then, he gets an idea in his head, and reaches up, lightly wrapping a hand around Justia's throat.

"Hey… what's your mission, Justia?"

Still plowing her senseless, it takes a second for her to process his words and respond.

"A-Ah… defeating ev-urk!"

Tightening his grip on her throat and cutting off her words, Gray shakes his head as he fucks Justia even harder than before.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"No, that's not it. When we're not alone, you can pretend that's still your mission of course. But defeating evil isn't your true mission anymore, is it? You have a new mission in life now, Justia."

He loosens his grip on her neck as understanding dawns on her face. Moaning up a storm still, the White Reaper nods, nonetheless.

"Y-Yes… my mission… my new mission is serving Master Gray with all my h-heart! Ah, f-fuck me harder, Master Gray! Use me however you like!"

That, Gray could do. With a lustful growl, he finally tips over the edge, more than a little backed up after he kept them from sucking him to completion. Still, it was worth edging himself, because frankly, creampieing Justia proves to be the best orgasm he's ever had. He fills her more and more and more, pumping a hefty load of his seed right into the gorgeous swordswoman's womb.

Justia's eyes roll back in her head as the last component of the Heart-Eyes Potion is satisfied. A man could have his fun with a woman, or pair of women all night long, but if he didn't cum inside of them, they would go back to normal the next day and forget all about the night of depravity.

However, if he does cum in them… then the effects become permanent, and they become his thralls forevermore.

The heart-shaped pupils will still go away by the morning, but right now, Justia has just became Gray's sex slave, his eternally loyal thrall who will obey him in all things, no matter what he demands of her.

The savage grin on Gray's face as he pulls out of Justia and turns to Scheherazade feels well-earned, even as his cock barely has time to even try to go soft.

Scheherazade has not been idle while he's been fucking Justia. She's stripped out of her sleep clothes proactively and is on her back with an entire fist jammed up inside of her cunt. The beautiful sorceress, known to many as the Lapis Witch, moans as Gray walks up to her and looms over her, his cock still dripping with his and Justia's combined juices.

Scheherazade's eyes go crossed and her tongue sticks out to catch some of those drips as she pants needily.

"M-Me next? Please… fuck me Master Gray. Please fuck this horny witch for all she's worth!"

Gray smirks. Justia might have been the greater catch, but Scheherazade was still a huge tease, a playful little bitch who was always acting like she was better than him, while also acting just like him. That short skirt of hers and the black pantyhose she wore… fuck, it was just begging to get torn open.

Maybe he'd do that later though, bend her over a tree somewhere while he had Justia distract Lathel, rip a hole in her pantyhose, and go to town on her. For now…

"Get on the bed then, bitch."

Scheherazade hastens to obey, scrambling to climb up onto the bed where she presents herself for him on all fours. On her hands and knees, with one hand reaching back to spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, the Lapis Witch moans excitedly as he approaches her. Wiggling her ass back and forth, she looks back at him eagerly.

"Yes! Please make me your bitch, Master! Please make me your cum dump! I'm far more experienced than Justia, so don't feel like you have to hold back or anything!"

"H-Hey!"

Justia's protest falls on deaf ears as Gray just snorts derisively and grabs Scheherazade by the hips. The raven-haired sorceress did have a bit of a point… experienced women could be fun too. Without further ado, he thrusts into her from behind, filling her gushing wet twat with his cock.

Scheherazade immediately throws her head back and lets out a wanton moan, but more importantly, she's an active participant as he begins to fuck her doggystyle. Her hips push back against his thrusts, her cheeks meeting his crotch with every pistoning motion of his throbbing prick.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

She's clearly intent on proving her worth to him from the way she eagerly fucks herself back against his cock, not just letting him take her to pound town, but also actively participating in her own defilement and degradation. Fuck she's tight too. Justia was definitely tighter, but Scheherazade is also plenty tight, which makes sense given her teasing. She rarely if ever went all the way with anyone, instead leaving a string of unsatisfied and unfulfilled men pining for her in her wake.

On behalf of those men, Gray growls and fucks Scheherazade even harder. He leans forward and mounts her properly; his hands wrapping around to grab and squeeze her tits as hard as possible. He mauls her breasts, making her moan all the harder from the experience as he fucks her nonstop.

"Fucking flirty bitch. Always making those eyes at men to get what you want, always pretending it was fine because you were 'just being playful'. Not so playful now, are you? Now you know your place!"

Scheherazade squeals and moans as she cums again and again on his cock.

"Y-Yes! Yes Master Gray! I was a stupid little flirt! I was a tease! Thank you for putting me in my place, Master! Thank you for making me your woman!"

Gray grins wickedly. He hasn't done that last bit… not yet. But, heh, it's almost time to do it. It's almost time to finish her off. One load is all it will take, and he can already feel the pressure building up in his genitals again. As soon as he cums inside of Scheherazade, the effects of the Heart-Eyes Potion become permanent, and she becomes his woman in truth. Her and Justia both.

He's not even going to try to explain things to Lathel, Gray decides as he continues plowing the Lapis Witch silly. The herbalist's knowledge was clearly pretty limited, so he would just let him make of it what he would. After all, it wasn't like Gray was giving up on their mission. They were still going to beat the bad guy and save the world or whatever.

They were just going to have a lot more fun doing it now. Well, Gray was at least.

Grabbing Scheherazade by the hair and yanking her head backwards so he can see her fucked silly expression, Gray grunts and finally tips over the edge, watching her face contort into a really dumb, pleasured look as he fills and fills her with his seed. In that moment, the Lapis Witch joins the White Reaper as his sex slave. Both women are now his thralls and will be for the rest of their lives.

Fortunately for them, he's not a bad guy necessarily… well, not that bad of a guy. Hell, he'd take very good care of these two sluts, especially given their pedigree and power. Once they finished what they were currently working on, the sky would be the limit with Justia and Scheherazade both serving under him.

Pulling out of Scheherazade, Gray proceeds to collapse onto his back on the bed right in the middle of the two women. And then, without him even having to say anything, they eagerly move to his cock again, cleaning it with their mouths. Smiling lazily, Gray rests a hand atop each of their heads just like before, enjoying their tongue techniques as they clean him off.

Then, once they're done and before they can get him hard again, he firms up his grip on their hair and pulls them upwards to either side of him. The two lustful, horny bitches whimper and whine in unison, but Gray isn't hearing it. He holds them close, enjoying the feel of their soft, voluptuous bodies against him as he drifts off to sleep, utterly content and completely satisfied.

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The next morning, the look on Lathel's face when he sees the way Justia and Scheherazade are acting at breakfast is hilarious. The two aren't quite clinging off of him like they would probably want to if they were alone, but they are making sure to sit next to him and are clearly far more inclined to him than they might have been previously.

The herbalist doesn't seem like he knows what to make of it, but he's also not the kind of guy to outright ask what's going on. Gray, meanwhile, acts like his usual self, a little 'dumb' and all too affable. He acts just the right mixture of surprised and excited at Justia and Scheherazade's sudden interest in him, enjoying their attention immensely.

Despite Gray's reputation for having an erratic and impulsive personality, no one, certainly not Lathel, would ever suspect him of doing something like he'd done last night. And that was just the way Gray wanted to keep it. As far as anyone else was concerned, Justia and Scheherazade had fallen for him of their own free will… and they'd be his women from now until the end of their lives of their own free will as well.

Of course, unbeknownst to Lathel, things beneath the table are a little different. Gray can't help himself, really. He has a hand in both Justia and Scheherazade's panties and is fingering away at their sopping pussies. The both of them are a little flushed and red in the face but managing to keep their moans to a minimum quite expertly. Meanwhile, they're both offering up a hand to his cock, which is out and being stroked by the two women as they eat breakfast.

Ah… this was truly the life.