Epilogue
Three years later
I pulled out of Lysandra, and Jill zoomed in with the camera to show a close up of my cum leaking from her pussy. Boom sat a desk, surrounded by screens showing Lysandra and me from every conceivable angle. It was her job to select the best view to show the viewers in Tartarus.
A bicycle messenger would take a flash drive with the video to the demon capital, where a computer Splat had duplicated would play it. I could cuckold the Archfiend remotely.
Lysandra grinned at me, keeping her legs spread for the camera.
“That’s a wrap,” Boom said. “We’ll do some editing and have this off to Tartarus by tomorrow.”
Argaree wrapped her lips around my cock and licked the juices off it, and then lapped at my pussy. It made her happy, and it made me feel good, so why not? When she was done another naked orc girl helped me into my clothes.
Lysandra kissed me. “I love cucking my husband with you, still. Just like you want me to.” She giggled. “And doing it remotely like this is sooo convenient.”
“I am not mind-controlling you.”
Lysandra smiled. “I know that. I’ve always known it.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“Of course,” she said, with a flirtatious wink, “Maybe that’s just because you want me to believe that.”
I laughed. I was happy to indulge her kink – some.
Aurea watched the whole thing. “You need to make more computers, Abby. So more people can watch videos.” I knew she wasn’t concerned about people watching this video. She’d talked me into making one with her as the porn star, and she wanted as many people to watch her as possible.
“We’re keeping Splat busy.” I put on my favorite black dress and walked outside to go to Inka’s restaurant.
Bapho was there, sharing a late afternoon drink with Captain Hornung. I’d convinced them I didn’t need a guard in town, and they had gotten used to coordinating together. “Friends” might be a stretch, and if they were, they’d never admit it. But it wasn’t the first time I’d seen them sharing a drink.
In a dark corner, Naughty was making out with a human, one of the L’shan people. Her tail was wrapped around his waist. They both insisted they weren’t in a relationship, but they’d been fucking each other like mad for over a year. Of course, Naughty fucked lots of people.
Bronwyn sat at a table with her three husbands: an orc, a human, and one of Shizuka’s people – a deer man, with antlers. She looked pretty happy.
On a table in the center, Avreela, one of my orc employees, danced naked. She had been selected as tribute because of her dancing ability, and I was all for letting the orcs do what they had a talent for. Her green skin glistened with sweat, but it only made her more beautiful. The moment I walked in, she gave me the impression that she was dancing just for me, but I’d been told by other people they thought Avreela was dancing just for them, so I couldn’t be sure. She had that effect on people.
I sought out the proprietress, who was making waffles. Inka had odd ideas about what food worked at what time of day.
“Spicy, or not spicy?” she asked. “You know our queen eats free.”
Given that her queen was supplying the electricity for her stove and paying the salary of the table dancer who was nearly as big an attraction as Inka’s food, there was nothing free about it. “Just sweet syrup on mine,” I told her.
“I really think it tastes better with a little hot sauce.”
“Inka, do I ever say yes to hot sauce on waffles?”
“Well, no.”
“And I never will.” I kissed her cheek.
I finished my waffle. I wasn’t that hungry, honestly, but I needed to clear my brain from shooting porn to something quite different, and food helped.
I walked outside, and went to the playground. I’d designed it myself, but Gruush and his crew had built it. I’d inspected every joint and made sure every screw was tight after, making sure I did it when he wasn’t around. I didn’t want him to think I doubted his work, and I hardly ever checked up on him like that anymore.
Gren and Zargaza were watching the children. Lysandra’s daughter, Eriwen, was swinging high and shrieking wildly. Gren’s Fefnell, who we all called Fifi, was at the top of the climbing gym, yelling that she was queen of all she surveyed. Two twin green sisters were waving their hands over a rose tree that they’d managed, over the course of the day, to get growing in the middle of the sand. We’d have to transplant it later, of course. It had thorns. But for now, they were fine.
Zargaza’s child, named Abiza, zoomed down the slide. She was harder to spot, because there were oh so many orc children. Shizuka’s kittens were chasing each other around, too. A few humans, too, but weirdly, those were the ones who weren’t mine.
One of the orc mothers shrieked, and I looked around to see what was wrong, not sure whether to look at her or to see if one of the children was endangered. I was ready to teleport to the rescue.
But she was just changing a diaper and had been surprised.
“The thing about futa children,” Zargaza said. “Even though you have a girl, they still manage to spray you when you change their diapers.”
“Pee projectors,” Gren said. “And Jill once thought the odds of any of your children being a futanari would range from thirty-three percent to fifty percent.”
“Turns out,” Zargaza said. “It’s more like a certainty. They’re all going to be terrors when they grow up, darling.” She said it as if she was looking forward to it.
Valeria came up behind me, touching my shoulder. I turned, gave her a kiss, and put my hand on her belly. It had taken time for her to decide that the peace we’d made was going to last, but now she was happily pregnant. A second wave of children were on the way.
An little orc kid ran over. “I pooed!” she said.
“I got this one,” I said.
Zargaza looked at me funny. Two orc women tried to take the kid from me. Fuck that. If I could build a windmill, I could change a diaper. But they weren’t objecting because they were treating me like a man; they just thought it wasn’t the sort of thing a Queen and Uber Archfiend should be doing. Well, I didn’t want my kids growing up thinking that because they were princesses or futanari, that they were above that sort of thing.
Maybe changing a diaper would be more transformative, in the long run, than half the building projects I did.
“Eriwen!” Lysandra yelled. “Don’t jump off like that! You scared me!”
Eriwen looked up. “Sorry Mommy. I didn’t know you were here.”
“That is not the point! You shouldn’t be scaring Gren like that, either.”
“I wasn’t scared,” Gren said.
Lysandra just stared at Gren, who shrugged. “Toughens ‘em up,” she said. And then to Eriwen she added, “But not when Mommy’s looking.”
Changing a diaper was also the perfect excuse to not mediate. And I didn’t get sprayed, either. The stack was getting a bit low, so I duplicated a few diapers, and then cast Create Fire to make a ball of fire in my hand and warm them up a little. I’d noticed things went better when the diaper wasn’t a cold shock on the baby’s bottom.
I went back in the house to wash my hands, fully intending to come right back to watch the kids. I suppose I could have just used the water spell that Sharisse the Naga had taught me, but I liked soap, too. On the way I thought about a different way to arrange the solar panel field I was building west of Blowhaven, and I got distracted. Tomorrow I was supposed to take the twins back to Xyla, so I wasn’t going to get it figured out then. I could never work nights anymore, and I wasn’t complaining about how I spent that time, but still, if I didn’t get it done now it would have to wait for two days.
I managed to finish a sketch before Jill snatched my pen out of my hand. “No. Bad Abby.”
I blinked. “But if we change the angle –” I started.
“No. You agreed not to work today. Go back to the playground. Fuck someone. Not me this time, I have a date tonight and I want to be a little on edge for it. But you told me you weren’t going to work, and you asked me to enforce it.”
“I didn’t ask you,” I said. “You told me you were going to. But okay, okay. I’ll take a walk, then.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “I’ll ask Kendala to check on you and drag you to the harem if she finds you working.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said sarcastically. Well, mostly sarcastically. Really, she was threatening to throw me in with a bunch of beautiful orcs who wanted nothing more than to have sex with me?
I went back outside, and did a broad loop around the playground. I wanted those kids to grow up right, but “right” was complicated. They’d have my values, their mothers’ values, and the values of those around them. They’d grow up and decide it was all wrong and that they knew how to do it better. Then, hopefully, when they finished rebelling, they’d pick from the best of ideas old and new.
There was plenty of work to be done, and Abbyland wasn’t perfect. Even Blowhaven, the part I had the most control over, wasn’t perfect. But it was good, and would get better, even if it would never be anything but a work in progress. Nobody dared mess with us, for fear of uniting the orcs against them, not to mention the demons and the elves. And we were a power in our own right, swelled by the immigrants like Sharisse and many others, who came to Abbyland to build a future with us. Besides, trading with us was more profitable than attacking us, for everyone.
One of the biggest changes was what Jill called ZombieNet. We’d duplicated a lot of computers and phones. There was at least one in all the settlements in Abbyland, and there was one in the Gnome Republic, Avonia, and Tartarus too. Of course we didn’t have the kind of equipment that would support an actual internet, and that would involve duplicating and laying a lot of cable, anyway. But we had flash drives, and zombies. The zombies would carry the flash drives from place to place. If there was something time sensitive, we could use someone on a bicycle, like we did with the quarterly hotwife video for Tartarus.
I walked back to the playground, and watched the future of Abbyland for a while. I watched my lovers, too. Then I went to sit with them, thinking about the evening ahead and the women who would share my bed, and tomorrow, when I would take the twins back to Xyla and make love to my lovely dryad. I was a very lucky girl.
Uberabberubeyabby “Abby” Thorson.
Species: Demonic Futanari
Class: Necromancer / Seductress
Titles: Uber Archfiend of Tartarus. Queen of Abbyland. Orc-Savior.
Level: 7
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 8
Intelligence:8
Wisdom: 7
Charisma 13
Health: 30/30
Mana: 510/1024
Endurance: 30/40
Experience for Next Level: 53202
Innate Demonic Ability: Dimension Step
Innate Class Abilities: Back Stab (Seductress version), Special Attraction, Sexual Satisfaction, Stealth, Exposure, Subtlety, Stunning Beauty, Restoration, Versatility, Cross-Disciplinary Studies, Life of the Party
Spells: Life Drain, Detect Magic, Animate Lesser Undead, Find Dead, Mend Corpse, Charm Person, Imbue Fetish, Endurance, Speak with Dead, Fear, Polymorph, Sexual Empathy, Animate Undead, Death Touch, Raise Dead, Love Slave, Mana Battery, Change Sex, Life Extension (Upgraded), Enchant Object, Edging, Duplicate Simple Object, Create Fire, Create Water, Charm Plant.