Quinn in Haven

Being the boss is the best. You don’t even have to work! Check takes care of the financials, Opal and Hwala help manage the prostitutes, and Sunday gets dragged around by Missy to deal with all the other stuff.

Leaving you, Rumpelstiltskin, to sit on the couch in Temptation Incorporated’s lobby and absorb DESIRE. Not as much as if you were there in your own body, but there’s still a near constant stream of lust filling you with power. All you have to do is rub elbows with the richer clients and occasionally heal an infection. Which helps clear out the corruption you’re gathering by channeling DESIRE back to your body, so you can pretty much stay here indefinitely.

Like a charging port.

Sunday’s out managing the printing press and November’s coming by less frequently, but that doesn’t mean you still can’t have fun! You’re teaching a captain the noble sport of beer pong when trouble walks through the doors.

Goldwing.

The old harpy is flanked by a pair of burly pirates that could easily tear you apart, and not in a fun way. Well, they probably can in the sexy way, but their lack of DESIRE and the variety of holy artifacts on them make it clear they’re not here to have fun.

At least it isn’t Crackit.

Goldwing has enough money to hire a small army, so he’s not here to cause any problems in Haven. He’s still plenty peeved, peacocking around like everyone here owes him something. He does a doubletake when he spots the high elf trio twerking on stage, but his scowl returns. You leave the captain with a pair of equints and go intercept the harpy.

He’s a jerk, but he’s a rich jerk who can make a lot of trouble. Just in case, you have Latch find Sunday to pass on a message to Missy.

“Goldwing, my man!” You wave over a bottle of wine and invite him to sit down with you. “Here to sample the luxuries? I saw you ogling those elves, how’s that for exotic?”

“Cease your blathering, demon.” His bodyguards close ranks. “I’m here because you’re encroaching on my territory.”

His territory? You haven’t expanded at all after you set up the clothing shop! As for the drug store, Oom has allowed it under her wing under the condition you prioritize giving medicine to her people first.

Goldwing deals in a little bit of everything: sex, slaves, drugs, lumber, food, water... Wait, is this about the Orchid family? They realized pretty quick that the pirates would pay a lot of money for good quality anything. They’re not involved any longer, so the Purity Front is picking the slack in their place. Their prices are a lot higher than the Orchid’s were, but it seems like they’re still selling better than Goldwing’s subpar goods.

This is a sticky situation, better cast a silencing spell around you so Goldwing doesn’t cause a scene. It’s a bit harder with arcane magic, but you manage to cast it without him noticing.

“Goldwing, I’m not in charge of those folks. They’re traders from Prillia.”

“They’re from your side of the portal, so they’re your problem!” Goldwing fumes. “You may have that hybrid whore wrapped around your talon, but I’m not so easily manipulated!”

He says that, but the aphrodisiac candles are slowly working their magic on him and his guards. All your prostitutes are working with clients…You may need to use Rumpelstiltskin’s body to help calm them down. It’s hard, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Totally not because you want to get three dicks in your virgin butthole.

“Wipe that stupid grin off your face!” Goldwing squawks. “I’m here because you owe me.”

“I don’t have a lot of money on me right now.” That’s a lie, your new mindbroken elves brought in a wave of loyal customers. “Isn’t there some other way I can repay you?~”

His guards are hesitating. Their eyes are glued to the dark-haired elf pole dancing on stage, her red lips blowing kisses their way. She used to be a deadly mage hellbent on destroying the media tower. After she was captured, it only took getting spitroasted for an hour before she succumbed to pleasure and devoted herself to her role.

She finishes up her set and disappears behind the curtain. Then, two special elves come up on stage. They're not technically twins, but Truffle and Button were born from the same parents on the same day. The two succubi share similar features: shapely bodies, blonde hair, green eyes, and one other thing hidden behind their loose red silks. They each take a pole and begin dancing, just the way you and their mother/father taught them.

“Boss…those elves look really hot.” One whispers.

“And clean.” The other adds.

<Lord Quinn, are you having trouble?> Truffle winks at the bodyguards. <Will you let Button and I take them?>

<Their DESIRE is so rich...I hope they like chicks with dicks.> Button bites her lip as she and her sister swivel around the poles, moving quick enough that nobody notices their erections straining behind the silk.

<No, girls. I know demons are an open secret at this point...But I think you should still avoid getting hurt by people with holy talismans.>

“No!” Goldwing bats both his goons with his wings, the force sending him into the air for a moment. “I want my money, and I want it now!”

“Boys, why don’t you go enjoy the show.” You smile gently and the futanari succubi dance with excitement. “You can each pick out a girl you like later, on me. Lord Goldwing and I are going to go to a private room and discuss—”

“Oh no you don’t!” Goldwing grabs you by your shirt. “I won’t go into a room alone with you so you can use your demonic magic to placate me! I will not change my mind!”

“How about your sexuality? C’mon, I—”

The doors slam open. Darn, it’s Missy. You could have gotten topped by the old bastard! You're sure you had at least a few minutes before she would have arrived.

She's sweating. Did she run all the way back here? What is she so worried you'll do?

She approaches and breaks your silencing spell as she passes through it. Your brothel is a lot quieter than usual. Maybe the conflict you've got going on is the reason so few people are noticing Truffle and Button's debut. You'll have to make it up for them later. For now, most of the patrons of the House of Temptation are only pretending to pay attention to the new elves.

So much for not making a scene.

“Goldwing.” Her voice is calm but her fingers crackle with magic. “I thought I told you that Rumpelstiltskin was off-limits.”

Goldwing lets go of you with a huff. Another spark flies off Missy's fingers, landing on the floor and twisting it slowly. Goldwing straightens out your shirt.

“My businesses are being bled dry by this demon’s machinations, Shaman Queen. I demand restitution!”

“You could have discussed this at the meeting.” She snaps her fingers and Goldwing and his disappointed bodyguards are gently levitated towards the doors. “Perhaps some friendly competition will breathe some new life in your endeavors.”

Goldwing grinds his teeth and crosses his wings as he’s unceremoniously thrown outside.

“You’re always welcome back, Goldwing!” You call out to him. “I have a a girl who’s high class enough for you, I’ll send you a message when she comes in!”

Missy stares at you.

“What? I choose to make love, not war.”

She sighs and shakes her head. So long as you keep to the five demon maximum restriction the Pirate Lords put on you, she stays ambivalent towards you. Even with the radios you provided helping her sponsored ships avoid Prillian patrols! After nearly two months on Nancy's Tavern, you've gotten Baiser and Oom to have a positive opinion on you. With all the stuff the bought through Haven, even the average pirate appreciates you.

Sure, the people in the know are a lot more cautious. Funnily, your demons are among the most honest at Nancy's Tavern.

Maybe you can get Goldwing on your side with some sweet, sweet November ass. Far be it for you to encourage your daughter to sleep with a rich guy to fund her endeavors. Then again, she is a power bottom...and Goldwing really has a thing against prostitutes.

Oh well.

You watch the rest of the show with your patrons, relishing in their DESIRE as Button and Truffle stop dancing to meet on the stage and make out. The surprise when they whip out their dicks and rub them against each other is even better. From the way several people's DESIRE forms, the resident futanari are about to see a lot more business.

---

You’re nuzzled awake by a soft pair of paws. You blink a few times and are welcomed back to wakefulness by Sakura. She stretches beside you and trails a paw pad down your shoulder.

“Good meowning, Grace. Sleep well?”

The catlike succubus whips her fuzzy pink tail back and forth as you get up. You must have fallen asleep while last night’s orgy was winding down. November’s 'worshipping chamber' is in the center of her manor, a round room with soft cotton floors with a single dais in the center where November herself would sit and direct the orgy until she decided who was worthy enough to spend time on the platform with her.

Demons don’t need to sleep, but they’re polite enough to clean you up while you snooze. You’re one of the few mortals who spends most of their nights in the worshipping chamber rather than in the dorms.

It has something to do with being personally chosen by November to join her harem. The other mortals are from Prillia and seem to be part of the harem because they have some sort of connection to specific succubi or incubi. When you ask them about the nature of their relationship, they hint about the citizenship process.

You’re technically a citizen, November paying the tokens necessary for the position, but everyone hides knowing smiles when it comes to ‘official’ citizenship.

Sakura rubs her head against your hand, purring as you absentmindedly scratch between her cat ears.

“Do you have the day off?”

You nod. Since becoming a citizen, you find you don’t need to work so much at Nancy’s Tavern. It makes it a bit harder on Suzie since she’s more in demand at the House of Temptation…but last you saw, she doesn’t mind taking on several clients at once.

With all your free time, you’ve had more chances to explore Haven and make friends. Sakura is one such friend, who you bonded with when you taught her to pickpocket a few days back. She watches you get dressed in the silks typical of member of November’s harem and even helps you tie the bands holding up your bust behind your neck.

It’s weird that only two thin strips covering your nipples are holding your boobs up, but you won’t deny that it got you a lot of johns at work. And the silk panties are unlike anything you've ever worn. That's what living with November is like.

Incredible luxury. Exclusive expertise.

Sakura leads the way through the mansion, occasionally stopping by passageways and nonchalantly waiting for you to catch up. You glance into the rooms you pass and note those hard at work. November may be a huge pervert like most demons in Haven, but she’s also devoted to making enough money to buy her own ship. The members of her harem are the most industrious, devoting their time to honing their skills and making money. There are few jobs in Haven that November’s harem hasn’t dipped their fingers in.

You find the small catboy Saffron drawing the next issue of his comic book as Rue, the most catlike catgirl, organizes plot points on a board. They give you a friendly wave, Saffron’s barbed penis poking through his silks when he spots you. They're making one of the flagship comics of a publisher in Prillia.

Crown and Daisy, a glitzy goblin and elf pair, blow you kisses as you pass by, the enchanted armband they’re working on sparkling with magic. You hurry off before the magic messes up and turns your skin blue again. They're working on enchantments the demons are studying, to the point hat they're reproducing some to sell. They're making so much gold enchanting pirate's weapons and clothes that November is moving up her trade ship timetable.

Quince glares at you as you pass him in the hallway, his massive ball-bra billowing almost hypnotically as he strides down the hall. Unlike equints, his horsecock looks like it doesn’t belong on his body, being large enough to belong to an actual workhorse. You once witnessed November choose him at the end of the orgy, and she took in all thirty inches. He and Foxglove don’t like you too much, since you’re the only other person with a dick personally chosen by November.

You’re surprised to find Thanksgiving, the co-matriarch of November’s harem, in the milking room. A few of the milk addicts that follow her around are getting milked alongside her, their breasts swollen from overconsuming succubus milk. The heaviest drinkers, some formerly men, even have two pairs of milky breasts. A pair of small minotaur incubi with feminine faces, Castor and Pollux, run around collecting milk canisters and tending to the milk addicts.

An imp flies into the room and grunts something to Thanksgiving. The massive minotaur cow gasps in surprise before getting up and trotting off, almost spilling the containers still connected to the tubes clamped to her gargantuan breasts.

“Oops, teehee! Sorry!~”

The airheaded bimbo barely reacts as the imp grabs onto her ass and starts fucking her...

It’s a lively morning in November’s manor. Like she’s preparing for something big.

You wave down an imp taxi. Sakura hops in after you and innocently sits on your lap, her inner thighs rubbing your dick not-so-innocently.

You’ve gotten more confident lately, enough to learn to say no when the succubus gets in the mood.

“I thought we were going to see Haven, Sakura?”

“A girl can’t get a little breakfast?” She purrs.

“We’re headed to the west side.” The part of Haven where public sex should be kept to a minimum.

“Nya~” She acts cute.

The last time she acted cute, you pickpocketed the wrong person and you two spent a few hours together in the pens. You don’t remember much because the memory crystal mortals need to wear, but Sakura’s been very clingy ever since. Since then, you've been recognized in the street several times as 'the vidstream chick with a dick'.

“We’ll stop by the tunnels, then head to meet the others.” You offer her a compromise and she purrs.

Yeah, it’s better you get rid of your erection before you go to Venture’s house. He’s offered to make a killer brisket, and he’d get upset if you were to fuck Sakura at his place. He’s a stickler for sanitary cooking. And a bit paranoid that someone might be Friday in disguise.

You met him because November encouraged your passion for knitting in the hope that you could get close to Ulex, the incubus responsible for clothing most of Haven.

Venture was teaching knitting, and you were the only one that wasn't hitting on him the whole time. When you admitted your job was a prostitution, he said asked how that was different to anyone else in Haven. You told him that you only work part-time at Nancy's Tavern, and he responded that made you a lot more normal. You sort of became friends after that. He introduced you to a few other former pirates and White, a dog-person carpenter.

You arrive close to the media tower and pay the imps in tokens, much to Sakura’s irritation. She humphs and strides to the media tower, casually tapping her lip as she looks over the available listings. You could try to walk in a different direction, but you can tell she’s watching, waiting for you.

Catgirls.

“I hate it when you behave.” She says when you join her. “It’s still morning, there aren’t many Prillians.”

There are a few, milling about in the late morning hours. Some traders hoping to return home with their profits. A few partiers, hungover and hungry. Those still wearing their glasses at least. There’s always at least one person who get their glasses knocked off that can be found in the gooey remains of a gangbang.

The pirates are also early risers, sometimes to catch an early ship out. Most of the time because they’re eager to join in the winding down gangbangs of a freshly ‘awoken’ Prillian.

They’ve been looking different since the portal opened. Not just in Haven, but at Nancy’s too. Ever since the Orchid family traded, there’s been a huge demand…not for Haven drugs or alcohol, those weren't as good as the stuff from Nancy’s.

The demand is for food and clothes. The pirates that used to hang onto tattered and dirty rags now have durable clothing. And since the dwarf futanari installed the baths, they now have a place to wash themselves and their clothes. With Haven's relatively easy access to medicine and the new citrus orchard, the pirates have been slowly getting healthier.

“I’m not going to risk anything in the western half again, Sakura.”

She wants to borrow a broadcast room and use a seeing eye to stream yourselves in public. You've done it before; that's when you were goaded into pickpocketing one of the more powerful demons. The broadcast is still saved somewhere, but you’re a bit scared to see it up to the end. Anything that gets people to stop in the street and ask for your autograph in Haven is bound to be...a lot.

Still, this is the place where your Check is regularly shown having sex with her dwarf wives on the media tower. You first recognized her when her the screens lit up one morning to a pair of dwarves fellating a familiar cock. Weird to think that your boss at the House of Temptation as married with a kid on the way. Especially since she frequently has sex with you and Suzie for 'training purposes'.

“If you want, we can borrow a room for a while. But you’re a bit of a camwhore, so I know we’ll be there for too long, and we’ll miss lunch. You know I’ve been looking forward to this, right?”

Sakura paces back and forth, but she knows you’re right. Using what you’ve learned from both the boss and November, you were able to make a buttload of tokens on broadcasts. You’re still getting tips from viewers watching the recordings! Even after giving a sizeable amount to November, you still have enough for a comfortable life. Sadly, Sakura is a sucker for the spotlight, and you’ll be stuck with her for hours before she gets bored.

“Fine. There’s something I wanted you to see, anyways.”

You go to one of the tunnel entrances, and Sakura rushes on down. You can see her yellow eyes, watching you from the dark. She’s forgetting you can’t see down there. You sigh and take out a torch you bought yesterday.

The tunnels below Haven can be dangerous. There are cleaner slimes that wander around down here, and they can be very touchy. It’s also easy to get lost, which could be a problem. Thankfully, most demons have a great sense of direction, so Sakura leads you through all the twists and turns, raising her hackles at anything that gets too close.

Or anyone.

There are strange things down here, and the tunnels go deep. Last time you were here alone, an imp flew out of the darkness and clamped onto your head to facefuck you. It cackled to itself and flew away after it was done, leaving you coughing up its thick cum in the dark. Down in the tunnels, everyone is fair game.

Sakura spots something.

You freeze.

She prances into the dark, running on all fours away from your lamp. She comes back, her paws clasped around something that she stares at with dilated pupils.

A rat.

Sometimes, she acts so much like a cat, you’re not sure how far she’ll go. The purring, the running on all fours, all the cat puns…But when you look at her, you don’t know if she’s really going to eat the rodent.

“This…isn’t an imp.”

“It’s a rat. Must’ve snuck through with some trader's goods.”

Sakura keeps staring at it. Almost licking her lips. Oh no, is she going to…?

“Done hypnotizing! He's my friend now.” She puts the rat on her shoulder and he sits there contently.

…a snack for later, then?

You notice that your torch is dimming. The imp selling the torches signed that it would last an hour, but you’ve only been using it for thirty minutes. You knew that skeevy little guy was following you in the cave when you first bought it!

“Shoot, Sakura! My light’s going out.”

“It’s okay…” She gets close, your chests smushing together.

She leans in your ear as the lights dims and goes out. Her velvety soft paw grabs your hand and she whispers in the pitch blackness.

“Follow me…”

She leads through dark turns, her yellow eyes the only source of light in the endless darkness. Finally, she brings you into a tunnel stinking of sex and…the sea? That’s weird.

Weirder is the stone walls around you slowly change into wood, and rusty ship lanterns line the walls. Until it looks like the inside of a galley. You’re kind freaked out, it even feels like the ground is swaying below you. Along the walls are chains and manacles.

“Isn’t this amazing?” Sakura prances in place, the most excited you’ve ever seen. “The Shipborn worked together to make it as close to the real thing as they could!”

The Shipborn? Those are the big bosses in Haven, like November and Friday. You don’t know all of them, though. This place must be important to them.

“What is this place?”

“This is a copy of the ship. Where the Shipborn came from.”

“But…it’s a normal airship?” Not a demonic ship or even a high-class magic airship?

“Yeah. The one where Lord Quinn was captured, and she had wild sex with a bunch of pirates to give birth to the Shipborn? It was in the pamphlet.”

They did give you a pamphlet. Too bad you can’t read.

“Nyah, whatever. I wanted to show you the holy chains and—Oh, lucky us.” Sakura’s ears twitch. “I can hear a few people using the chains. Let’s go see if they want some help.”

Sakura leads you down the corridor until you see them. Her tail shoots up in surprise and your jaw drops when you see the two women chained to the walls.

The first is a slightly mature woman with dark hair and glasses, groaning loudly in some weird approximation of the language of Reeds as a pair of imps thrust both their cocks into her pussy. Despite the vigorous fucking, the woman manages to plant her heels firmly on the ground so the imps could get a better angle into her. You’ve seen her around November’s place, typically cumming at the bottom of whatever fuck pile she finds herself in.

You never got her name, though she’s typically called ‘one of the weebs.’

The other woman is a futanari like you, except her proportions are massive, almost exaggerated. Her watermelon tits dribble milk every time the imp on her bloated stomach squeezes them around its cock, her bimbo lips religiously sucking onto the tip of its cock. Her foot-long cock throbs as two other cackling imps rub it gleefully.

The imps give you and Sakura a passing glance but don’t slow down. Sakura’s tail whips nervously around and she sighs.

“Never mind, just two sluts. Let’s keep going, I’m sure there’s a slime you can dick down as it uses my holes—”

“S-s-sakura?~” The dark haired woman stutters through an orgasm. “Did you come to visit mommy while she gets ~kya!~ double penetrated?”

Mommy? Isn’t she just a normal human?

“Ugh…” Sakura rolls her eyes. “Come on, Grace. There’s more people here at the end of the month anyways, we can have a good time then.”

“Grace! The futanari...” The woman adopts a coy tone. “Did you bring her here to watch her fuck me, my sweet little catgirl? Why, I never had a chance to introduce myself.”

She pulls herself up by the chains, knees trembling as the imps slip out of her. The imps groan and flap their little wings to try to continue, but she gently pushes them away. They huff and go to the other futanari, lifting up her hips so they can each take one of her lower holes. You are drawn to her engorged lower lips, parting just enough for globs of imp jizz to splatter to the floor.

“Arigatou!” The woman winks and poses cutely with a peace sign. “I’m the resident fuckmeat…and Sakura’s mother, Blotty!”

Your wide eyes dart between Blotty and Sakura. The catgirl averts her gaze and the older woman giggles as she unclasps the manacles and sashays to you. Her grin widens as she looks at the pre beading on the tip of your dick. You manage to catch yourself as she looks over your features.

“Mother? Is this a fetishy thing or…?”

“Really?” Blotty is taken aback. “I thought you were already a citizen.”

“Unofficially.” Sakura crosses her arms. “She doesn’t have a demon spawn yet. Not even an imp.”

The pieces click into place. Where all the demons come from, why they always seem to have a close relationship with a specific mortal, their obsession with fertility…By the stars, are you going to have to give birth to become a citizen?

“Don’t worry, Grace.” Blotty purrs and gets on her knees. “It doesn’t take longer than a day. And the pleasure during birth in Haven is…indescribable. Why, Miss Fortune there didn’t even have to give birth to become a citizen, but now she’s practically addicted to it!”

“Mmf~!” The futanari nods as she jacks off two imps, her sloshing belly bouncing as she rides the other imps’ cocks.

On one hand, it’s nice that your new equipment means you don’t have to get pregnant. On the other, Miss Fortune’s glazed expression isn’t really inspiring confidence.

“Mommmmm, stooooop! You’re scaring her!” Sakura pulls you back right before Blotty can wrap her lips around your rod. “Why do you have to embarrass me constantly? It’s so nya-t cool!”

“Ufufufu! You’re cute when you’re possessive. Glomp!”

Blotty tackles Sakura to the ground and peppers kisses down her collarbone, up her neck, and finishes by nibbling on her ears. The succubus squirms, her yowls shifting into pleasured moans. Blotty winks at you and shifts Sakura’s silks away from her crotch, revealing the catgirl’s drooling honeypot.

You’ve had sex with Sakura before, of course. But the way Blotty is making her fidget makes you so fucking hard.

“Look Sakura! Grace’s cock looks like it’s about to explode.” Blotty coos in her ear, pressing the catgirl’s body against her own. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

…Sakura didn’t get her morning meal yet.

You grab Sakura’s slender hips and tease your length against her folds, every heartbeat sending a shudder up your cock and across Sakura’s body. Your dick pierces into her and you begin the rigorous fucking of the mother-daughter pair as the imp-infested futanari watches, her massive rod occasionally shooting ropes over your entangled bodies.

Thankfully, you finish in time to change into a clean pair of clothes for Venture’s barbeque.

---

The knock at your door would normally interrupt your cooking, but the modern amenities make the process a lot less hands-on than you’re used to. Not that it’s a bad thing! There’s just something a bit impersonal in using a food processor rather than painstakingly cutting everything into tiny pieces…

Okay, you have to admit, living in Haven has its share of conveniences.

You are Venture, the handy minotaur. You technically have a few imps that could help you around the house, but you prefer that they stay with White. Who you find at the door, her arm wrapped around a young elf’s waist. He's a little shorter than her, blushing as the grinning kobold hugs him tighter against her breast.

“Hey Venture!” The kobold waves. “This is Nectar, he’s my plus-one. We brought wine.”

The elf nods your way nervously. You’re a bit surprised that she didn’t bring Red along. It’s nice that she’s off the father-fucking kick.

“Come on, daddy~” White leads him inside as the elf shudders in pleasure.

Never mind, he’s just another weirdo. At least the wine is a good choice, the demons have slowly getting better at making them. Nancy's had better stuff, but Haven has fresher.

You’re saucing the meat as you get to know Nectar. Apparently, White is a friend of his daughter because of course she is.

Your next visitor, August, is the only demon in Haven that you don’t feel uncomfortable when you're alone in a room with him. He's probably one of the weakest Shipborn, but he makes sure everything is going smoothly. Negotiating with imps, immigration, trade balancing, tariff calculations...a stand-up guy that seems just as annoyed with perverts as you are. He helps you set up the barbeque outside, as you’re still getting used to the enchantments that make it work.

“Who else is coming?” August asks as he lights the grill. “If you bring too many other demons, an orgy will be inevitable.”

“Grace, and a few others from Nancy’s Tavern. Then Tightass and Cockslut.” You explain quickly at August’s expression. “I know, I know. But they’re former mortals and they can have sex in their other bodies if they feel the need. I told them to bring mortal plus-ones to help balance things out.”

“Wise.” August nods. “So not the clown?”

Clown?

August points behind you and your nearly jump out of your skin. Sure enough, there’s a clown holding a red balloon, just…standing by your fence. You’ve noticed her before, but you never really approached her.

Because you’re not insane.

“Looks like a loaner body.” August notes. “Fools’s if I had to guess. You’re safe.”

You decide to ignore the creepy clown for now. August says you’re safe, and he’s trustworthy. Unlike that crazy cowgirl, Friday. White insists that you need to listen to the rest of her discography, but you can’t sit through more than ten seconds of her music. Especially since they all seem to be related to her getting freaky with you.

Who rhymes ‘country twang’ with ‘big thang’?

“Yo, Venture!” Someone calls as you and August set the brisket in the grill.

Tightass is dressed more conservatively than usual, a loose green shirt with a v-neck and long jeans. She hops the fence, August giving her a strange look as she gets closer and holds up a strange glass object.

“It’s a lava lamp!” She turns on the lamp and orange globules float oddly in the glass container. “It took some trying to make one out of something other than cum, so I hope you like it!”

She’s being oddly cheery about it.

“…Did you stick this inside you?”

“Not this one.”

Odd behavior aside, it’s nice of her to take so much care in her gift. She's a turned demon on the lookout for new musical talent, one of the rare succubi more interested in a professional relationship with you.

“So…did ya think about my proposal? Quinn’s given you a blessing with your magic throat, you could make some killer music!”

Since you’ve learned to control your voicebox, you’ve discovered that you have near perfect control of your voice. You’re even better than that parrot Rusty used to have. It was an annoying little fiend, made a mess wherever it went, and it liked to bark orders to the crew in Rusty’s voice. You can do things you never thought possible with your new throat.

Not in the lewd way, damn it!

Somehow, Tightass heard about it and invited you to the media tower to record. You refused, of course. There’s no way you’re going to sing ‘Fill Me Up, Buttercup’, ‘Dicks Ahoy’, or any of the other perverted songs they play on the radio.

Thankfully, you’re saved from having to answer when four more people arrive. Grace brought the catgirl with her, who is staring uneasily at Cockslut’s plus-one, Red. Grace and Sakura are dressed in skimpy silks, though you’re willing to compromise considering even Cockslut is fully dressed. The kobold gives you a glare, and Cockslut swats the kobold on the side so that he stops.

He gives you a strained smile when Cockslut passes you the cheese biscuits anyways, much to Grace’s confusion.

“What’s with him?”

“It’s a long story.”

“He got my daughter pregnant.” Red snipes.

“Technically, Quinn did!” You add before Grace gets any ideas.

“Technically.” Red grumbles. “I’m…not upset. She’s my daughter. Any father would be upset if a stranger got his daughter pregnant. But...now we have minotaur imps in our Crimson Claw Clan. How can we be the Crimson Claw Clan if some of us don't have claws?”

He sure sounds upset. And jealous. But if you bring it up, he’ll deny it as usual. Weirdly, his denial of his incestuous desires is more annoying than White's pride in hers.

You keep an eye on the group as you grill the brisket. The demons aren’t going to eat that, so you went out of your way to get some –Eugh— ‘Demon food’. You even went for the expensive stuff, straight from Quinn herself.

Let nobody say you are a bad host.

The rest of the guests trickle in, bearing gifts and dishes. A few are pirates from Nancy’s Tavern that became citizens, who quickly have an animated discussion with Grace about the joys of official citizenship. There’s some friction between Nectar and Red as White sits on the elf’s lap and feeds him grapes.

It’s nice that Cockslut and Tightass are behaving. They have a weird rivalry that usually ends with them scissoring each other in the typical display of demon domination. The goblin succubus throws a few insults Tightass’s away, but the taller succubus doesn’t take the bait.

When the brisket is done, you have a nice, clean dinner. August is a real bro, stopping Sakura from giving Grace a foot (paw?) job under the table. The food is fantastic and pleasant conversations spark around the table. If only they would stop trying to get you to listen to the entirety of one of Friday’s ‘romantic’ songs.

"No, they've got a point." August notes. "Friday can't help being raunchy the first few lines, but after that-"

"Sea and Earth, not you too." You tear a piece from your meat. "Why does everyone talk about that with me? I'd rather talk about anything but her."

"Well, sweetie."

"WeLl sWeeTieeeE!"

Tightass ignores Cockslut's mockery. "Maybe she has trouble communicatin-ng?"

"CommunicatinNnNnnnNn!"

Tightass' tail cracks dangerously close to Cockslut's ear and she yipes.

"Hey! You wanna go, skinny bitch?!"

"Haha, wow! Is the..." August jumps and looks around for a second, his eyes stopping on the clown. "...Clown bothering anyone?"

"Yeah, now that you mention it..."

"I thought it was a decoration until I saw it breathing."

"Who is that?"

A few people speak up. Thankfully you're not the only one who is a little freaked out.

"Oh, that's a loaner body." Sakura answers. "Rue, Saffron, and I share one, an elf in Hacksonville."

Sakura talks about the oddly mundane adventures the three cat demons have with their loaner body. It gets to the point where some of the former pirates begin wondering if they could use one somehow. You discuss it as you finish your meal, wondering how in the world you got to the point where people are talking about using spare bodies. Once you’re done eating, White and Grace help you pick up the plates, the spry kobold causally wagging her tail in Nectar’s face. The others separate from the table and mingle in the garden.

You see her smirk as she passes by her grumbling father.

“Are you seriously trying to make your own dad jealous?”

“Oh, you’re a demon?” Grace stacks the plates in the dishwasher. “I didn’t want to bring it up because I see a lot of dog-people…”

“Nope, I’m just a normal kobold.” White’s tail wags faster. “You think it’s working?”

“Wait, if you’re not a demon—”

“She’s just really messed up, Grace. Most awoken Pillians are huge perverts anyways.”

“Don’t kink-shame me.” White whines.

As you finish putting the dishes away, August pokes his head through the kitchen door.

“Heads up, I have to leave early; there’s a Shipborn meeting today.”

You’re not very immersed in the Haven culture. You don’t participate in the monthly lottos, you avoid the orgy-prone bars, and you’ve never set a hoof in the underground. But you know that the Shipborn hold weekly meetings somewhere to discuss what they’ve learned and how they intend to impress Quinn. Sometimes, they bring up issues they or their harems have, and they work together to come up with a solution.

It’s an open secret that a lot of the bigger advancements in Haven are rooted in these meetings.

“Okay, thanks for stopping by.”

Tightass ducks under August’s arm to enter the kitchen as she heads towards you with another lava lamp.

“Hey stud~ you sure you’re not going to stick around?” Tightass trails her finger over August’s neck, though the incubus barely reacts. “And Venture! Sorry I’m late, I got a bit tied up.”

“What do you mean, late? And you just gave me the lava lamp—Is this the one that’s been inside you?”

August purses his lips and slinks off.

“Woah, ease up there.” She puts the lava lamp on the table. “And yeah, I literally got tied up. Friday thought it was funny. And I tried to keep the lava lamp, erm, virginal, but Friday had other plans. Eh, what can you do?”

Friday? Then…that damned succubus! You run outside, but the other Tightass is already gone.

Tightass, the real one, follows you outside curiously and approaches Cockslut with a swagger in her step, bragging about some monumental task she performed for Quinn. The pirates gather around the two as they get into one of their regular pre-hatefuck arguments. Soon, Grace and White join the group, the latter preening under the attention Nectar and her father give her. As a former first mate/cook you’ve been managing pirates for long enough to recognize when things are about to go sideways.

It’s only a matter of time before your guests goad the Turned succubi into a dominance display.

Thank goodness your other friends are here to help you. Where’s Grace?

…Why is Sakura on all fours and wiggling her butt? Oh shoot, she’s eyeing one of the imps sipping a beer on the fence. And White slipped something into Red’s drink just now. Grace is there to stop Sakura, but she can tell when trouble is brewing. She whispers something in her ear, and then throws you a thumbs up. She and Sakura begin by convincing Red, White, and Nectar to take a walk with them

The worse has been managed.

Then Cockslut insults Tightass for the argument Friday left behind. The crowd of pirates in the backyard cheer as they tear each other's clothes off.

You sigh.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. You enter your home and close the blinds. Whatever happens now is out of your hands.

You sit on the couch and stare at the lava lamp on your table. Can you really trust that Friday didn’t use it as a dildo? Most of the gifts she’s given are lewd in some way.

What is the deal with that succubus?