Laboratory Atop the King's Bed<

Preamble:
I've taken a few of the concepts you anons (and I) have posted itt and made something like a "lewd laboratory" out of them. It's about an Alchemist King lying in bed all day having sex with his royal harem of maids, princesses, and citizens of various ages and magical races and performing experiments and creating potions with their wombs.

-He has tentacle magics that he casts to fuck girls, assist in experiments, and that can merge/melt into his body for empowerment and various other purposes.
-He does magical research and runs magical experiments all day every day in his huge royal bedchamber that doubles as his audience chamber. He never leaves this bed. He can, just doesn't. He never stops fucking and has near infinite stamina, vitality, and durability. Not inherently; his masterful diet and potions enable it.
-He always has a large harem in bed with him. A woman under each arm, being his tit pillow, riding him, lezing out elsewhere on it's spacious surface, ect.
-Various other girls stand at attention around his bed following orders and doing various tasks. Most sexual in nature. Actually all sexual in nature, because he will purposefully order something be sexified if it isn't or isn't enough.
-The King constantly does tons of alchemy/chemistry and magicraft. But his 'flasks', 'pots', and 'beakers' are instead the wombs, breasts, stomachs, and bladders of his harem. His dick and longer tentacles are like a pipette and tubes respectively. Shorter tentacles are often products or even ingredients, or auxiliary flasks for tiny amounts of fluid where storing in a belly would be impractical. He also keeps a single each of a glass flask, beaker, test tube, ect. Just to have them.
-Instead of books and research notes he uses:
A. The magic-tattoo'd bellies of girls that can project touch-readout screens for him (and his megane secretarial kuudere maids) to manipulate. For paperwork and data readouts.
B. The very brains of his women, which he can read by looking through their eyes. For full tomes.
-Sometimes his bedchamber is sparse with only several women and at other times of the day it's absolutely crowded with lines of maids, citizens, or magical races standing at attention. Sometimes with chemical reactions taking place in their bellies waiting for him to use. Akin to shelves of ingredients in beakers.
-The King also just fucks for entertainment at times in between or even in the middle of experiments. It's never really known except to him, the royal wife, the royal daughter, and the head maid whether any debauched thing he is doing is for work or for whim at any given moment.

I'll describe some (numbered) scenes that happen in that bedchamber. These may or may not happen in sequence or on the same day:

1:

The King generally is always fiddling with something or other. Transferring fluids with tentacles or just snapping his fingers and levitating the fluid out of pussies. Or drinking a mix of special enchanted breastmilks or ordering other girls to do it then telling them to do some task, such as make out with another girl who is holding another fluid in her mouth which undergoes a special reaction during full moons or some other bullshit. Or commanding a maid or mistress or citizen to kiss his balls, which transfers the fluid in her mouth and alters or even replaces his semen. Him levitating or calling over a pregnant/inflated girl and cumming a small concoction into her belly, ect. Sometimes he'll have a girl ride him vigorously, her pussy milking his cock as he infuses her womb with a potent magical brew. Other times, he'll summon intricate magic circles on the skin of multiple girls, linking their bodies in a complex alchemical network. His eyes flick between the glowing tattoos on their bellies and their lust-filled gazes, reading intricate data and tomes of knowledge as he fine-tunes his experiments. Potions and ingredients are for the most part destined for 4 destinations (when it comes to the women creating them): The womb, the stomach, the breast, or the bladder.
The womb is where the mixture, reacting, and brewing of things occurs. Also where tentacles are bred or altered.
The stomach is where fluids or enchanted things go to impart effects upon the body, including affecting the performance of the womb. (No vomiting stuff back up)
The breasts are a source of milky beverage mixes and also ingredient providers. Strawberry +5 VIT breastmilk and such
The bladder is a source of watery beverage mixes, where urine is magically kept separate from anything else. If it is even a race that produces animal urine. (If you like proper watersports you can have the King enjoy getting pissed on I guess.)

2:

The King lays on his gigantic royal bed. 16 or so women and girls lounge about below him on this bed. Their pregnant bellies contain active experiments, brewing potions. Under his right arm, the voluptuous Queen (31) scissors her petite tomboy daughter the royal Princess (16), both pregnant with gestating tentacles. The Queen's dripping vagina pushes out the tentacles into the Princess's tight pussy. Together they form a unique birth-unbirth engine, the two of them in particular producing the most potent tentacles for the King. The Queen's womb contracts orgasmically, pushing tentacles through her quivering lips. The Princess's pussy draws them in ravenously, moaning as they throb through her before punching into her cervix. She cums hard, and shudders from the sheer power now in her pregnant belly. The process reverses repeatedly and tentacles slide back into the Queen until her belly is heavy again. 1-3 empowered tentacles slip out from the two on every pass.
The King caresses their tattooed bellies, teases their clits, fondles his wife's breasts, and nuzzles his leg against their daughter below. Small spells process info, enhance the tentacles' properties, or further pleasure the women. The King feels the ecstasy of tentacles gestating within any girl's womb. Each orgasmic birth too sends a jolt of pleasure through him, the tentacles his creation and an extension of his will. As tentacles emerge, the King directs them with purpose. Some probe girls' orifices, gathering data on heat, acidity, and magical resonance. While others wrap around breasts and thighs, and manhandle girls. Occasionally a tentacle fuses back into his body or temple, sending power through his muscles or flooding his mind with new insights. The King experiments boldly. Tentacles grow mouths to suckle breasts or clits, or develop wild textures for pleasure. Or gain powerful elemental and alchemical energy. Some smaller ones even go in more girls to swim in womb potions further still.

3:

The King's left arm cradles a girl he's currently tinkering with, her belly swollen with alchemical precursors. His fingers dance across her skin, alternating between gentle caresses and precise magical gestures. He guides a tentacle into her tiny pussy with its surface shimmering with arcane symbols. He might respond to her longing gaze with a quick kiss, or draw magic tattoos on her, or at times he will read conceptually-dense data from her eyes and simple readouts from her belly. Her mind shivers in delight from the sense of pouring knowledge into his genius mind; formulae, reactions, and magical theorems intertwined with waves of pleasure.
Below him on this bed, girls lounge about and lazily lez out while others sit connected by pulsating tentacles that transfer fluids between their wombs. Generally, all of the major potions stewing in the heavy bellies of various girls races occur on the bed. Some moan softly as they pleasure each other, while others writhe in ecstasy as tentacles probe their orifices. Girls finger-fuck each other's pussies, while maids attend to them and help direct workflow. One perverted concubine loves to shove her face into his armpit and sniff wildly as she a masturbates. A pair of twins who like to fall asleep sucking on his nuts. The King's massive cock throbs as girls worship it. Girls are allowed to crawl over to his dick and pleasure it at their leisure if it is unoccupied and often do, drawn to his masculine aura. Some tease his thighs with delicate nibbles, while others worship his feet and suck his toes in awe. Some grind their dripping slits against his legs, and others press their swollen bellies against the his legs and sides. They trace their fingers on his chest, massage him all over, and playfully run their fingers through his hair; giggling at his reactions. Laughter and contented sighs fill the air as they feed him fruits and wines, simply enjoying the act of pampering their beloved King.

4:

Girls who have the final concoction of a given potion/drink crawl up to the King's massive cock and ride him, their drenched pussies stretching obscenely around his veiny shaft. Their lips cling desperately to him as his cockhead locks luridly with their cervix, and their bellies bulge around his dick. Then a pair of girls suckle the King's huge balls, their mouths just the right size to envelop them. Their lips and tongues, adorned with intricate magical circles, kiss them and transfer mystical precusor fluids into his testicles. His balls churn with potent seed, swelling visibly as the girls' skilled mouths work their magic. Their saliva glows faintly, leaving trails of light on his scrotum.
The King's dick pulses with fiery energy as he cums, instantly heating the fluid in their wombs to complete the alchemical process. This doesn't harm the girls, as he simultaneously casts protection magic with his cock. The intense heat makes the girls' clits swell and throb, becoming hyper-sensitive. Magical circles glow on their skin as the process intensifies. A potion is completed when the girl climaxes. As the alchemical reaction reaches its peak, her belly fills with light and the air thickens with magical potential. The girl riding the King arches her back, crying out in ecstasy as the potion within her reaches completion. As they climax, the girls' cunts clench and spasm around the King's cock, milking it for every drop of his magical essence. Her climax triggers the final catalytic reaction, releasing a burst of alchemical energy as the potion completes.
With these the King constantly applies various concoctions and enchantments to himself. To enhance his magical powers, sexual enjoyment, or as protection against some of the more dangerous girls. These allow him to fuck any girl without issue, his enhanced body adapting instantly to their unique physiologies. He can protect others in the same fashion, enabling even the most extreme pairings.

5:

The area to the left of the bed is where he has his potions/ingredients waiting to be addressed. Girls full of aphrodisiac potion or fire resistance potion which see frequent use are seen here. Today he has ordered about 20 little ten year old girls from the city to line up on the side of his room to the left of the bed. It is considered a great honor to be chosen by the king, especially to lose your virginity to him. They have already been guided by the maids to straddle his dick and received 8 quick thrusts before he cummed a little potion/semen mixture into them. Slight variants of the mixture are reloaded into his balls by maids who perform cunnilingus on one of the "beakers" on the bed, hold the mixture those girls were brewing in their mouths, then kiss his balls which transfers the fluid by magic circle into them. And also gives his shaft a quick deepthroat, because it amuses him. All his maids wear different lipsticks so his balls and the base of his shaft are covered in kiss marks. He needs girls of a specific age during the half moon in autumn for this particular reaction. The alchemy works on Harry Potter logic ie 'three stirs clockwise then four counter clockwise while humming a tune' ect. They stand lined up in a daze waiting for their next instructions after this. He has other tasks to do first but he generally always tries to up the sexiness of any action in his bedchamber: "Mmmmm I desire the music of delighted women to always fill my bed chamber, you 20: pair up and have one eat deeply of the other's womanhood as I work. Each receiver shall please my ears with the most naughty of words she can spin. She who delights me the best, and her partner, shall receive a reward." Some mesugaki and her timid partner wins. The reward is the King growing a double cock and spoiling them both at once with it as they face each other riding making out.

6:

To the right of the bed are where a few girls caught in masses of tentacles are pumped and milked for their fluids. Girls are nipple fucked by tiny tentacles (never stretched, of course) that enhance and flavor their breastmilk. The King doesn't always use his Queen and Daughterwife to make tentacles: only the really high spec ones. Other times it’s taken care of by a pair of girls in the right area while the Queen and Princess are engaged in other debauched oyakodon acts, or off doing affairs of state.
The King uses many things in his concoctions: saliva of an elf princess eating out a wind spirit, blood extracted by vampire girls biting and futa fucking a dragon girl, hymen blood from a loli human losing her virginity to a King, slime from a slime girl filled with rare flowers, tears shed by a dwarf girl drunk on aphrodisiac booze, milk from a cow beastfolk enchanted by tiny magic tentacles, pussy juice from a wolf beastfolk on a full moon, nectar from a fairy girl orgasming inside an oversized flower, sweat from an oni girl grinding against her rival, glowing juices from a moth girl teased by bioluminescent tentacles, crystalline nectar secreted by a crystal golem girl, honey flowing from the breasts of a bee girl, eggs laid by a harpy girl mid-climax, magma stones birthed from a fire elemental, holy water flowing from a mermaid priestess and angel girl making out, and fungus soaked with juices from a mushroom girl. And so forth.

7:

As is typical the King likes his eating to also be as sexy as possible. The right-area also has his chef girls and cooking assistants. They consist of Plant girls who have various vegetables and herbs growing on and in them. Salamander girls who are used as cooking surfaces, like from Ishuzoku Reviewers. Slime, Fire Elemental, and Earth Golem girls who are used as cooking pots and brewing vessels together. And various other races, mostly for their various breastmliks. A Water Spirit provides the King (and everyone) pure water from her breasts as her "breastmilk" or from her "pee" if the King is feeling frisky. Earth Golems, whose bellies can be opened like containers, have solid ingredients like potatoes and meat put it and simply drink the liquid ingredients and are the chefs that produce soups and sauces or anything that needs stewing. They "birth" the soup and "pee" sauces. Slime girl chefs brew various fluid ingredients and hot and cold beverages in their bellies. And transfer it by tentacle to the bellies of serving girl maids, who are also slimes. Food is plated on the bodies of women naturally, which for straight-off-the-grill-foods includes Salamander girls as center platters. Highly busty women keep soups pooled between their breasts, and beverages are enjoyed straight from the tap be they breasts or bladders. Or dispensed into glasses if bodies are getting crowded. Platter-girls mainly lay in the center of the bed for big meals, while drink-girls sit in seiza ready to pee into the King's mouth or glasses/cups. For smaller meals the king will have a plate-girl lie under one of his arms while he snacks off of her, be her a human or salamander. He'll stick sausages in her pussy and may have other girls eat off of her and mouth feed him. The King drinks breastmilk often, empowering it and flavoring it with tiny tentacles birthed from various sources. He enjoys this from all the women all time; if a girl is nearby, he probably will take at least a sip.

8:

Whenever his Wife and Daughter are not birthing tentacles or off managing affairs of state, they generally spend their time pleasing him. Currently they sit on either side of him teasing his nipples, giggling and whispering sweet nothings into his ears and licking them in between helping issue orders.
They each have their own particular tastes. The Princess is a bit of a tomboy and is often seen on her side of the bed with a girl on her face and a pair of girls eating her pussy out and sucking the futa cock she sweetly asks her daddy to grow her. Doubles teams are common. She adores tall busty women she rails with her futa cock. She loves paizuri, getting spoiled and smothered by them, and riding their faces while pulling their hair. The woman she most loves to fuck, however, is her mother. Especially when daddy fucks her while she does it.
The Queen is a lolicon but doesn’t like being a futa herself; she prefers to lez out on little girls. She delights in licking and kissing them all over, savoring their soft whimpers as she eats them out or has them eat her out. Sometimes she’ll grow them a futa dick just to ravish them or gently guide their trembling hips as she fucks them with a double-ended tentacle. ​She really loves to watch their tiny underage pussies stretch full of the King's massive cock. She coos and kisses them all over, teases their clits, and licks their flat chests. She particularly loves placing her hand on the visible bulge in their tummies and rubbing rapidly, giving the King a "handjob" through their bodies. When the King creampies them she spreads their legs to reveal her freshly fucked cunnies. With a hungry gleam in her eye, she devours the King's cum and the girl's juices with expert cunnilingus. Between mouthfuls of cum, the Queen makes out passionately with the girl and feeds it to her. Every time the little girls climax the pedo Queen's eyes sparkle with mischief as she masturbates to the shivering little minx.

9:

The King even holds court on this bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed with a pile of big breasted mistresses against his back, he holds court, every time, with his daughter sitting on his spacious lap planted on his cock and the Queen planted on her daughter's cock. At 7 ft 7 he is so massive his wife still sits with her head under his chin, not even obstructing his view. The grand bedchamber bustles with activity as nobles and merchants gather for the annual economic summit.
He calmly discusses his revolutionary brews and their industrial uses and other affairs while the two moan in enjoyment. A sweating official reads a military report, his voice wavering as the Princess grinds his cock and thrusts up into her mother, her smug, vulgar face teasing the blushing crowd. The King mentions a particularly potent concoction derived from a fire dragon girl's essence, while his daughter makes lurid faces and squirts into the air, the official struggling to maintain his composure. The King's expression remains bored, even as he visibly climaxes into his daughter. She bites her lip, stifling a moan as she feels his seed fill her, triggering her own orgasm as she floods her mother's womb. Every man in the room is rock hard at this point.
The two have a silence spell cast on them so their sounds don't disrupt. They intermittently break the spell on themselves to participate in dialog every so often. "My love," the Queen interjects, her voice barely composed and dripping with sex, "perhaps we should clarify the production quotas for the eastern provinces?" Milk drips from her breasts as she locks eyes with a young noblewoman. She seductively licks her fingers and lolls out her tongue, massaging her breasts. The noblewoman gazes intensely, blushing beet red, gulping and panting at the lewd display. Nearby, a lord's wife stands drenched in arousal, her dress stained and juices dripping onto the floor. The men around her pointedly ignore her state.

10:

Most of the maids are human with some magical races thrown in. Cleaning the bed and occupants is handled by human maids working with soap slime maids. The slimes cover the King's and harem's bodies and clean them. Laundry is done efficiently by a slime expanding over the bed's whole expanse and washing it with magic/maid assistance. Its occupants need not even leave. The bed itself is a marvel of magical engineering. Its surface can shift between plush softness and firm support at will, adapting to the needs of its occupants. Enchantments woven into its fabric repel stains and odors, making it a perfect stage for the King's endless debauchery.
Hot baths are provided by hotsprings-water girls expanding their bodies into a giant water mound. The King reclines in the warm rich water atop his bed, surrounded by his harem. Gentle currents massage their bodies as the living water caresses every curve and crevice. The girls giggle and splash playfully, their bodies glistening as they cuddle against the King. He sighs contentedly, tension melting away as the hot spring girl's essence soothes his muscles and rejuvenates his skin.
Girls relieve their urine and poop into waste tentacles. The King's urine is a powerful and not-unhealthy golden liquid that tastes as potent as normal urine, but good. The girls eagerly look for a chance to drink it. He long ago placed a small special tentacle deep in his intestines that simply eats and teleports away the feces before it ever meets his sphincter. His rectum is utterly pristine and unused.
During one particularly rowdy orgy, a mischievous slime girl got overexcited and accidentally enguled half the harem in her cleaning embrace. The King watches with amusement as his girls squeal and moan, the slime's ministrations inadvertently bringing them to a sudsy, shared climax. The human maids scramble to separate the tangled mass of limbs and slime, creating a comical scene of slippery chaos atop the magical bed.

11:

The King likes to reward his maids about once a week with a private orgy of just them and him. Their slutty uniforms barely contain their curves. Most of them are trained to be rather kuudere except when orgasming, so he likes to see them lose composure. He gets off his back for once as they arrange themselves in neat rows and wave their asses invitingly. Skirts hiked up, they reveal an enticing array of soaked panties and dripping pussies. He goes to absolute monkeyfucking town on them. Their composed expressions melt into pleasure-drunk ahegaos as he reduces them to moaning quivering messes. He does need his exercise after all.
Also once a week the king likes to have an orgy with the daughters of his noble mistresses. A third are lolis, a third teens, and a third +20. The royal princess attends about half of these as well. One by one, he buries his face between their thighs, his skilled tongue exploring every fold and crevice. He savors their unique tastes, from the sweet nectar of the youngest to the rich musky flavor of the mature women, juices flowing down his chin. After thoroughly pleasuring them with his mouth, he moves on to making love to each one. As the rest fawn over him he takes the lolis gently, easing his massive cock into their tight barely-developed pussies. The teens he pounds more vigorously, their perky tits bouncing as he drives into them. For the older women, he employs long, deep strokes. When the royal princess joins they double-team the nobles' daughters, spit-roasting/DPing them. The room echoes with incestuous delights as the royal Princess enjoys her half sisters with daddy.
He occasionally grants requests for solo sessions for girls he takes a shine to. Visiting princesses of other races and some oyakodon action with his noble mistresses and daughters most commonly. And of course the Queen and royal Princess whenever they want. Which is actually seldom, as they like the orgies. More often it is he the one that asks it.

12:

The King has a royal librarian. He is an avid reader but instead of reading with bitch boy paper he prefers to fuck/face fuck the librarian while locking eyes and reading the books from her mind. The process is conceptually dense so a thick tome can be read in a single hour. His cock becomes a contemplative organ while inside a girl he is sex-reading, throbbing and twitching along with his thoughts and humming in appreciation or excitement when a clever passage or thrilling twist respectively occurs in the literature. Her erudite pussy clenches and ripples with each concept she imparts, trembling in scholarly delight he draws out her mind’s treasures. He has his harem read frequently too. He's pleased when any girl wants to show him something to read really. Librarian girl's job is to read on the bleeding edge of literature and things new to the King.
He starts with nonfiction, thrusting into her slowly as he absorbs a treatise on magical theory. His cock buzzes with each dense concept, her trembling body keeping pace as she moans. Gripping her hips tighter as he finishes the text, his mind and cock alight with new ideas for his experiments.
Switching to a romantic novel she recently read, his pace shifts to something teasing and deliberate. He smirks at the melodrama of forbidden love but can’t deny its charm as her thoughts paint vivid scenes of longing glances and sweet kisses.
Finally, she offers him a raunchy novel filled with vulgar language and explicit debauchery. The King’s smirk widens into a wicked grin as he reads the crude descriptions of throbbing cocks and dripping cunts through her mind. “Ah, now this is refreshingly shameless,” he chuckles, his cock throbbing faster to match the book’s unrestrained filth. As he reaches a particularly depraved scene, he lets out an amused hum, his cock twitching inside her in approval. “A delightful change of pace, find me another like this.” he murmurs before finishing both the story and her.

13:

The King has endless stamina in part maintained by his potions and has a permanently hard dick, but even he needs sleep, rest, and refreshment. Whenever he sleeps, he does so with his dick sleeved inside a girl with restorative magics cast on her pussy and a slight bulge of potion in her womb. He uses special Nymph girls whose dream magics and healing nutrient potions make them ideal for a deeply restorative slumber. Being penetrated makes these girls drowsy as they lay on his chest, and they soon fall asleep from it and drift into shared dreams. He never cums in this state but instead experiences a rejuvenating reverse ejaculation as his urethra, testicles, and prostate are flooded with soothing restoratives that seep into him gradually throughout the night. Her womb lovingly cradles the glowing potion as it reacts to the presence of his cockhead pressing snugly against it. With each rhythmic clench of her pussy, the potion is drawn upward into him in slow pumps. The viscous liquid pushes into his urethra in thick streams that spread calming pulses through his dick before pooling in his prostate and balls. The cool fluid grips his balls from within and massages them gently as pleasure hums through him. His cock twitches lazily with each pulse, responding to the steady flow as if eager to drink more. Even as he drifts into slumber, her pussy continues to ripple softly around him while the potion works its magic within him.
In the morning, the King wakes fully rejuvenated as his cock wetly slides free from her dripping pussy. The Nymph stirs faintly in her sleep as he positions himself between her legs once more, gently thrusting into her. Soft moans escape her lips as she wakes to his thank-you-fuck.
Schedule permitting his favorite woman to fall asleep inside is his wife. She shares these same powers but also possesses celestial magic with a pussy that bathes his cock in divine energy as they slumber together.

14:

Many of the highest ranked soldiers in his kingdom are girls such as fire and ice dragons, lightning elementals, and musclebound ogres. With a few super skilled elf or human swordswomen. He holds bouts monthly with them, standing on his gigantic but relatively small in area bed, enchanted to be invulnerable to battle damage. He has them attack him all at once with swords or their martial arts, while he starts naked and unarmed. One by one he parries, tackles, and fucks them into submission. Picking up a fallen sword if he needs to block a strike while busy fucking a warrior. He does things like flash step while parrying a strike moving straight into slamming into a standing sex position with one of the girl's legs straight in the air. Suplexes into swift piledriver fuckings. Summoning tight tentacles to tie a girl to himself and fannypack her while he fights another. Disabling a girl by nimbly dancing around her moves then penetrating her and electrocuting her womb with power he snatched from the lightning girl. Leg swiping a girl, quickly sitting down, and making her land on his dick. And general kung-fu and wrestling moves into rapid piston monkeyfucking. They have the Aura to not get too damaged and bruised by his punches. Good, because it is always his goal to defeat them with the cock. Any who makes him bleed enough that he has to request healing afterwards he grants a minor wish to and any girl that forces him to step off his bed in order to avoid death he grants ANY wish, almost. Today is not such a day and the group simply sits exhausted. Tongues lolling, mouths curved in delight, and spreading their legs in admission of defeat. Their two fingers spreading their glistening pussies apart to display themselves to him. The King has yet to cum inside any of them they've noticed. He treats them to a round of gentle sex for a battle well fought. Well, unless one screams "harder" at him. Aura-pussy is rather robust. He can fuck them for hours.

15:

His treasury is unlike any other. Instead of vaults or chests, his vast riches are entrusted to a single being: his Treasury Secretary, a High metal-golem girl. Her body is a masterpiece of alchemical craftsmanship, forged from enchanted metals and imbued with the King’s virile energy. Her womb holds the entirety of the King’s wealth as molten gold, magically compressed into a glowing core. She stands behind his bed, her presence radiates the living embodiment of wealth itself. She can birth gold "coins", each one shaped like curled crescent tentacles with empty centers but stackable like normal coins and she can also simply issue forth streams of molten gold. The process is mesmerizing. Masturbating, her molten core glows through her abdomen as she releases each coin, slick with pussy juice and warm to the touch.
“Mmm,” he muses with an approving smirk as he bites a coin, “Immaculate craftsmanship.” Her voice rings like a melodic chime: “Your wealth remains safe within me, my King.”
Her womb acts as a living forge to create his kingdom’s currency. She takes crystalized mana formed from sexual energy and inlays it into each coin as his seed fills her molten core. His cock burns searing but pleasurably hot in her blistering greedy pussy as she moans like brass bells. The heat binds the mana crystals to the gold, and the coins bear a unique magical signature making them impossible to counterfeit. Sometimes she climaxes so hard during this process that streams of molten gold spill down her thighs, pooling at their feet in radiant puddles of liquid wealth. She can make any gold trinket. He often inspects these treasures while still inside her, smirking as she gasps from the aftershocks of her climaxes and his powerful strokes. He likes to just let molten gold stay covering him while his harem's eyes sparkle fondly at the spectacle. They can't help but masturbate to the sheer wealth

16:

The King's bedchamber is never silent, always filled with a symphony of lewd sounds. His personal bard, a Sylph wind spirit, provides a backing accompaniment to the noises of debauchery. Her ethereal form hovers over the bed, her fingers dancing across her body and invisible instruments made of resonant air currents. The Sylph's music intertwines seamlessly with the moans, gasps, and wet sounds that permeate the room. The King has enchanted his cock to serve as an auditory organ, allowing him to hear and feel the music through his powerful rod. As she plays, the vibrations of her melodies resonate directly through his shaft and balls, enhancing his pleasure and magical attunement. The bard's songs also influence the rhythm of the harem's activities; a crescendo might trigger a wave of orgasms, while a gentle lullaby soothes the girls into a post-coital trance. The King often requests specific tunes to accompany his experiments, using the music to fine-tune the vibrational frequencies.
Sometimes he'll have the Sylph impale herself on his cock, her pussy playing his shaft like a grand instrument, her vibrating walls coaxing out rhythmic spurts of musically charged semen. As the King fucks his harem, he can pass both the music and the auditory genital enchantment, allowing each girl to experience the Sylph's melodies through their vaginas. The Sylph can fine-tune her melodies to each girl's unique tastes and frequencies that resonates through their very core. The girls' hips move on their own to the beat, their bodies becoming instruments in the King's climax-orchestra. And with a finger, the King can conduct his harem to orgasm in perfect harmony.
At times, automaton girls with recorder-pussies surround the bed, masturbating to capture every note. Some girls lean in close, whispering sultry nothings into these living pussy-microphones, creating ASMR pieces that will make listeners' toes curl. For distribution and sale.

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The King also use his bedchamber for the judgement of female criminals. A notorious murderer is brought before him, defiant even in chains. "The royal rod shall deliver the King's justice now" he declares, his massive cock already throbbing with anticipation. His harem gathers, their faces a mix of excitement and disgust for the murderer. Without preamble, he violates her dry pussy. She screams, overwhelmed by the invasion. The King's thrusts are relentless, each one driving deeper. "You like this, don't you, filthy cunt?" he growls, yanking her hair. Her body betrays her, becoming wet despite her defiance. For hours, he uses every inch of her body. He folds her in half, choking her as he pistons into her gaping holes. He manhandles her into various positions, her legs dangling uselessly as he controls her entire body. He throws her onto her back and jackhammers into her abused pussy with inhuman speed. Her cervix aches from the repeated violation as the harem mocks her. Her body convulses in a powerful orgasm and pain as the King floods her womb with his royal seed. The harem cheers and jeers at this.
After hours more of brutal rape, dawn approaches and the Queen and Princess join in. At his command, they grow impressive futa cocks. Even the Queen, typically averse to such transformations, makes an exception here. The King supercharges them before they all slam into the criminal. They rape her at superhuman speed, the sound of squeals and flesh echoing through the chamber. The harem watches in awe as their rulers deliver this devastating act of justice. As dawn breaks, the royal family climaxes. Their cocks summon electric magic, shocking the murderer's insides as they flood her with massive amounts of cum. She convulses violently, the once-defiant killer is left a quivering mess, her violated holes gaping and leaking copious amounts of cum. Justice is served, but her punishment is far from over. A tentacle hell awaits her now.

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The King's experiments occasionally require infusions of celestial or infernal energies. Today a captured angel and a summoned demon kneel before him. The angel, radiant and trembling with indignation, glares at the darkness cloaked demon, who smirks with a knowing confidence as her tail flicks lazily behind her. He begins by binding them together with tentacles, forcing them into an intimate embrace. Their lips brush as the demon teases the angel with whispered taunts, her forked tongue licking her face. He places his hands on their stomachs and his magic etches alchemical patterns on their bellies and prepares their wombs. Their pussies quiver in anticipation. The angel weeps while the demon lets out a low pleased growl, her tail coiling tightly around the angel's thigh. The King thrusts into the angel's virginal pussy first, her cries of protest gradually soften into reluctant moans as the demon leans in to kiss her hungrily. His left testicle glows with golden light as it absorbs her divine essence. Then he slams into the demon and she cums hard, her infernal essence surging into his right testicle.
With both energies stored inside him, he feels immense potency swirling inside his balls like two opposing storms locked in a terrible clash. His left testicle hums with serene purity, while his right throbs with dark intensity, making his cock twitch and ache for release. He thrusts back into the angel's pussy and releases a torrent of demonic essence directly into her womb. She gasps and writhes as her belly swells visibly, marked with pulsing crimson runes. Turning to the demon, he fills her with angelic light as her belly rounds gently, glowing with golden sigils. Both women collapse in ecstasy, their swollen bellies pulsating visibly. The angel writhes in unholy pleasure as infernal power courses through her, while the demon shudders in divine bliss; both cumming uncontrollably from the foreign energies within them.

19:

The Royal Garden, a spiritual leyline and a lush haven of magical flora, lies directly adjacent to the King's bedchamber. This garden nurtures dryads and various plant girls, and gathers Spirits of Nature and ghosts of longing passion and unrequited love. These Spirits of Nature making love to and ease the ghosts' restless spirits. It is one of the rare places he visits outside his bed, a retreat where he meditates and communes with nature through deeply erotic rituals. Stepping barefoot onto mossy paths, the King breathes in fragrant smokes as plant girls burn leaves from their bodies. The aromatic tendrils snake into his lungs and also waft into the adjacent bedchamber to infuse it with many potent essences. He reclines on a bed of living vines that pulse faintly with life as girls cradle his body. Here he falls into a deep meditation.
Drawn to his presence, the spirits and ghosts of pleasure swirl closer. Their spectral forms caress his skin before phasing in and out of his cock and body in a vortex. Dryads massage him while plant girls kiss along his body, leaving tingling trails of nectar. Intoxicating aromas and pollens drift from nearby flower girls, mingling with the smokes to deepen his meditative state and heighten his arousal. Then many ghosts phase into each other as they wrap tightly around his cock simultaneously, their phantom pussies clenching him hungrily. For these ghosts merging with the King anchors their lingering desires, his cock a vessel through which they relive mortal passions. Each thrust feels like eternity compressed into a single moment of rapture, the healing spirits of nature soothing and guiding them. When he climaxes it is not just physical but spiritual, empowering both himself and the garden. Flowers bloom brighter, vines writhe in shared ecstasy, and ghosts pass on content. The fruits and plants nurtured by these rituals become prized ingredients for the King's alchemy experiments and culinary delights.

20:

The King's mastery of teleportation magic fuels his alchemical experiments. Today, he uses an impossibly long tentacle to slither into his harem's wombs. The tentacle enters a girl's pussy, fucking her deeply before pushing past her cervix and into her womb. It coils tightly, expanding her belly visibly as it fills the space, then exits through a shimmering portal into another girl's pussy. This process repeats through dozens of women, their moans echoing as their bellies swell and contract lewdly. The tentacle gestates within their unique womb potions, absorbing all their properties as it passes through. After exiting the final girl, it bites its own tail, forming an endless loop that snakes continuously through all their wombs. The King feels every movement of the tentacle as it is an extension of his own body. This tentacle shall fuse back into him at the end.
At the same time in another experiment, the King refines a semen-potion through a chain of futa girls connected by teleportation portals. His cock thrusts into a portal that exits into a futa girl's pussy lying elsewhere on the bed, flooding her womb with potion-filled seed. She thrusts her own cock into another portal, and this chain continues across dozens of girls, each refining the potion through a special tube connecting their womb to their dick. With each transfer the potion travels faster, building momentum like a magical semen collider. At the end of the chain, a woman receives the final mix in her womb. Her tattooed belly glows as a magic circle array teleports the purified potion to the King's balls as she sucks them. His balls churn visibly before he cums it back faster into the first futa girl's womb to repeat the cycle. The Queen serves as this final girl in both chains, her belly swollen with both the massive tentacle endlessly snaking through her womb and the refined semen-potion. Her body links the two experiments together, amplifying them as the two groups of girls lez out.

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Pub: 13 Feb 2025 22:17 UTC

Edit: 28 Jun 2025 00:08 UTC

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