Impeccable Taste Part II (Commission)

Hello! Another commission visiting the fungoodtimes of Tanvo and Iris. Demon Love is the only true love, amirite?

Anyways! This story features a boy getting a pussy, threats of breeding by demon girlcock, and all kinds of dirty talk. So if that's your jam, read on fellow patrician!

This is a sequel, or really a second unrelated part I suppose, to another story which you can read here!

 https://www.patreon.com/posts/impeccable-taste-32320164 

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Though business at Iris’ tavern was often brisk, there were times when there just wasn’t enough customers around to justify opening up shop.

Tanvo peeked his head out the front door. Howling winds buffeted the walls of the surrounding courtyard, sending plumes of desert sand cascading up and over like crashing waves. Debris choked the air itself, and what little of the sky could be seen was tinged blood red. He promptly closed the door before he let more sand in. 

“Looks like the adventurer’s really stepped in this one,” he said, dusting off his hands. 

Iris sighed. “Every few months, I swear. They should hang a sign on those tombs. ‘WARNING: CURSE RELEASED IF SEAL BROKEN’. Might save us a lot of trouble.” 

The howling of wind was briefly replaced with the muffled ethereal voice of a king from an empire long dead. Since it was so far away, neither could hear what it was saying. The crack of thunder that followed told them the adventurers were attacking, and the assorted screams told the more experienced Iris that they’d be there for quite a while. 

“It looks like lunch is scrapped,” the proprietress said, placing her hands on her hips, “Let’s take a half day.” 

Tanvo’s eyes sparkled. “Does that mean we can-” 

Iris nodded. “I can teach you a few more things.” 

While the rest of the staff worked on cleaning up the scattered sand and making sure the various shutters in their establishment didn’t blow out and let a sand wraith in, the succubus lead the imp down into the wine cellar. Large casks of alcoholic beverages sat in various states of fullness, with ample replacements stuffed further back. Between the Beegirl Mead and The Cheapest Wine Possible, Iris had set up her alchemical supplies. 

Her work table, long and covered in stains, stood in the middle with a pair of chairs tucked inside. To the left and right, rows upon rows of bottled ingredients, ranging from the common to the obscure. Tanvo had learned the uses for some of them, but some of they still baffled him. He was sure that Iris would get to describing the uses of a phoenix feather or something called “oregano” in due time! 

Tanvo ran over to his side of the table and pulled out his notebook. They’d stopped where his notes had ended, so it was easy enough to find and read back through the previous experiment. He cringed when he recounted his observations. 

“Sorry, again, for what happened before.” 

“I know. It was my fault. My bedroom wasn’t exactly the best place for teaching,” she replied. Her previous lesson had almost completely consumed her living quarters, which is why the alchemy lab was down in the cellar now. Even IF they created another goolem, they could easily isolate it by closing the cellar door until they could figure out a way to dissolve it. 

“What’s our lesson for today?” he asked. She looked over to his notebook. Though his writing was a bit blocky, he took decent notes during their lessons. Great pictures too. Perhaps there was hope for him yet, she thought. 

“We’re going to try something fun: a masculinity enhancement potion!” 

Tanvo clapped. “Oh good! Wait, does that mean you think I’m not enough?” 

She laughed and reached for his soft cock. Even flaccid it was disproportionately big for his body. “Oh sweetheart, of course you have plenty of manhood! But half the fun of alchemy is messing around with the natural world and seeing what happens. Now: the first ingredient is eye of newt.” 

He knew from his lessons that ‘eye of newt’ was just a playful name. Most alchemical ingredients had easy to remember symbolic names that had been misinterpreted by laymen over the years and made its practitioners sound like ghoulish monsters. Tanvo reached across the table, moved the bowl of salamander heads out of the way, and opened the container of mustard seeds. Their distinctive shape made them look similar to the inside of a newt’s eye. 

Iris had already poured into a glass vessel some Aqua Coles, which would provide the basic foundation of the potion. Tanvo crushed up the seeds with a mortar and pestle and added them into the container, one pinch at a time. 

“What next?” he asked. 

Iris put on a smarmy look, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I don’t know dear. What IS next?” 

Tanvo looked for clear guidance or an obvious ingredient to add. “What about...mandrake?” 

“Very good!” 

The imp beamed and hustled over to the far shelf to grab the (slightly phallic) root from its container. He chopped half of it up into little cubes before asking: “How much is enough?” 

Iris pinched her chin. “Oh, I should say 15 should do. Don’t want to overdo it.” 

Tanvo grinned and shoved in a good deal of his chopped root into the vessel. He couldn’t wait to try out his new junk! 

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Iris shrieked. 

The imp looked back to her, his pointed ears dipping. “I...umm...I added fifteen?” 

“Fifteen GRAMS not fifteen CHUNKS.” They both looked at the potion, which fizzled and popped, turning a dark blue. “That amount of masculinity is dangerous. I don’t want you vanishing into a cloud of suppressed feelings and sports opinions! You need to even it out by adding a counter-agent.” 

“Right, right,” he said. The list of ingredients he could try whittled down with each passing moment, but the unstable fizzing of the potion only continued to grow. He looked for a proper feminizing agent. Plantgirl syrup? No, too potent. Satyr cum? Too corrupting. His eyes fell upon a small jar of white fluid, kept preserved by the magical nature of the glass itself. “I got it: holstaur milk!” 

It could have worked. But in his haste to fix his mistake, he made another, larger blunder. He emptied the jar into the swirling alchemical mixture. The instant that much feminizing fluid hit the material swimming in mandrake, it exploded. Pink smoke shot out in every direction. Iris leaped out of the way, quickly bounding up a large cask. The smoke pooled closer to the ground. Tanvo coughed and sputtered, but he was too close to the blast to avoid it completely. 

“Tanvo dear!” she called out, but the smoke was too thick to see him. The unstable reaction burned out as fast as it had started, and the smoke faded out to transparent haze, then further still into nothingness. Tanvo appeared prone on the floor, eyes bugged out of his head and staring up at the ceiling. 

Iris pounced from the cask to check on her imp. He was still breathing, thank all that was sinister. She cuddled him into her arms and whisked him up to her bedroom, ignoring the queries from the rest of her staff playing cars on one of the tables. She kicked the door open and dashed inside, using her tail to close it shut behind her.

Her bedroom remained in a state of disarray from their previous alchemical calamity, though the bed was mostly unharmed. Iris nearly tripped over a hardened chunk of goo while carrying Tanvo, luckily recovering at the last moment. With utmost care, she let him down onto her bed, his imp body looking insignificant compared to the size of the mattress. He coughed, letting out a puff of pink smoke that took the shape of a heart before dissipating. 

“Oops,” he wheezed. 

“Are you alright? I...I was so scared that something had happened to you!” she said breathlessly, examining his body. There were no scars she could see from exploding glassware, nor was he growing bizarre alchemical tumours. It looked like he made it with no major damage. To make sure, she tugged off his flimsy leggings. 

Her eyes went wide. Tanvo, still concerned, though she’d discovered a mortal wound. 

“Oh no, don’t tell me I’m done for!” he whined. 

Iris shook her head. Before her, roughly below where there used to be a prominent imp cock, a new organ had appeared. Slightly darker than the rest of his body, two pairs of prominent lips and a sizable clit made it look like a slightly larger than normal version of a human vagina. 

“Tanvo my dear,” she said, unable to hide a smile, “We’re only just beginning.” 

Confused, he looked down to see the disastrous injury. “What the fuck?! Why do I have a pussy?” 

“Must had been the explosion. You added a lot of mandrake to that potion. Combine it with the feminizing power of holstaur milk and kaboom, pussy.” 

“‘Kaboom?’ That’s not very exact.” 

“Alchemy is not exactly a science! But I’m glad you’re okay.” 

“And I’m...sorry for blowing up your lab,” he said, then added with sheepish realization, “Again.” In response, she patted him on the head like one might a chastened pet. 

“Hey now,” she said, “Don’t worry about it. It’s just stuff. I can always replace my equipment, I can’t replace you.” 

Tanvo’s expression brightened a bit at hearing that. Though she might treat him roughly during sex, she truly cared for the little scamp. “So...what now? How do we fix me?” 

“What makes you think you need fixing?” she asked, examining his new nethers. Whatever the explosion did, it had done a bangup job swapping out his cock. “I can’t even see where your dick used to be. Fascinating!” 

“H-Hey, Iris, can we focus? It’s not like I want to be stuck with a pussy forever.” 

But she ignored him. Her manicured fingernail stroked the blushing skin around the new organ and elicited a gasp from the still recuperating Tanvo. New nerve endings shooting through his tiny body made him reflexively lock his thighs together. He bit his lip. 

“Ngh! W-why does it feel so...strange?” He pressed his hands around his groin like a shield, but even the slight brushing of his skin against his pussy lips was too much sensation to handle. Jolts of sensation bombarded his body, making him whine. 

Iris brushed some of the mussed hair from his face. “Oh sweetie, I’m so jealous. You have a brand new pussy! It’s so cute, too!” 

“Is it...it’s not permanent, right?” he asked. 

Iris opened her mouth to reassure him it was merely a temporary effect, but her lips curled into a smile. This could be an excellent opportunity to tease the poor imp, something she’d almost made into a hobby ever since he dropped by. 

“Why worry about that right now?” she asked, her lips sliding in to kiss him on the cheek. “Haven’t you ever wanted to feel what having a pussy is like?” 

Tanvo blushed. “I...umm...no, not really…” he said, his eyes no longer meeting hers. 

“You have, haven’t you? Oh, goodness. I knew you were a bottom, but this is quite something else. I can’t wait to break it in~” She reached down to fiddle with her dress and free her hardening cock. But before she could, Tanvo caught her hand. 

“You can’t be serious! You can’t just think with your dick, I just survived an explosion!” 

Iris felt a primal need inside herself. Though she had no particular preference when it came to gender, it had been far too long since she’s taken a man with a vagina. She needed to fill him the same way she needed water, or food, or souls. It was just her nature. But, slowly, like the mechanism behind a clock tower, her other head ground back into operation. She couldn’t go too fast, lest she scare him. And she had no idea how long the potion would last. 

“Alright, but you’d be missing a golden opportunity to experience this. Tell you what: I will only use my lips and fingers to touch you. If you want to stop, we stop. But if you want more, all you have to do is say so. Fine?” 

“Touch me?” he asked, then caught her meaning. “Is now really the time for...kisses?” 

She bared her sharpened teeth. “Oh, babe. There is not a moment in Hell or Heaven where cunnilingus is an inappropriate response. And, of course, there’s so much more I can do with my mouth. For instance…” Iris leaned over to his right side. He turned to face her, but she placed a hand to hold his chin forward with a gentle insistence. She dispelled his curiosity the moment he felt her tongue caress the tip of his pointed ear. 

“Unngh~” was all he could manage as she licked at the secret erogenous zone of every imp. Her lips slid further down the length of purple cartilage, causing a visible dampness to appear around his lower lips. 

“Haha, you’re so fun to play with!” she said, then swapped sides. This time, she slid her tongue along the ridges and grooves along his ear’s length. Tanvo’s eyes half-lidded from the seductive sensation. Imp ears being vulnerable to teasing was a closely guarded secret among the tiny demons for just this reason. Someone could make him do anything if they knew how to tease his points just right. 

“Oh~ Oh jeez...fuck, alright alright. Just a little oral, okay?” he held up his hands in defeat. “Just...just a little. To test it out.” 

Iris kissed him on his cute little nose. “Such a good boy. I knew you’d see things my way. Now: lay back and open those legs. And I promise: we won’t do more until you be-...ask for it.” 

With a look of apprehension, he did just that. Iris pulled him closer to the edge of the bed so she could kneel while she ‘worked’. Before she did, however, she applied her plump lips to maximum effect on his own. He responded slowly but approvingly, even squeaking a bit when she nipped his lower lip. That told her all she needed. 

Her mouth ventures south, down his soft and hairless tummy. Quick kisses along her path built up the anticipation and show off her appreciation for his adorable figure. She lingered around his nipples, teasing the buds with her tongue before moving on. Encouraged by the noises he made, she reminded herself to play with them later. 

But imps are short creatures, and she soon ran out of body separating her and the space between his thighs. She still took her time, kissing and licking around his chubby upper leg. It was there, at his inner thigh, that she felt his first squirms. 

“Please try to stay still dear,” she playfully admonished, wrapping her hands around his legs. The squirm subsided, but Iris could tell that his need would coil up like a spring inside him the more she teased. 

Her mouth placed wet lip marks on his reddened slit. Whether it was a product of his previous genitals or just how the explosion had worked out, he had a prominent clitoris. She steered clear of it for now, instead focusing her efforts on his lips. Her tongue flitted out to taste Tanvo, and his body compiled by mixing her saliva with his own juices. However this alchemical transformation occurred, his body was ‘fully functional’. 

“Gorgeous,” she said, prying his legs further open like a stubborn seashell protecting a valuable pearl, “How are you enjoying how the other half lives, sweetie?” 

“It’s p-pretty good,” he replied. His voice warbled, and his shaky insistence that everything was fine only proved her hypothesis that her imp was a natural pussy-wielder. 

“Are you sure it’s just ‘pretty good?’” she prodded, then did the same with her tongue to his engorged clit. Just a gentle touch made him clench up like he’d touched a live wire. She kept his legs parted though; nothing would deny her this pleasure. 

He shook his head, but the sweat matting his hair told the story before he even opened his mouth. “Okay okay it’s fucking fantastic, oh fuck...I had no idea this was what it felt like!” 

Iris grinned, then leaned back down to tease him further. Before she did, she asked: “Could you describe it for me? It’s been centuries since my first time.” 

Little wet noises filled the silence between them as Tanvo tried to gather his thoughts. He was so used to the climb to climax of how a cock felt when it was pleased that he was not prepared for the seething ocean that buffeted him now. There were so many opportunities, weak points, places where his joy could accelerate, only to flow into another sensation coming from another part of his body. Just when he was getting used to a tongue sliding in and out of his pussy, she squeezed one of his nipples and tweaked him full of a delicious combination of pleasure/pain. The noises he made were pathetic but earnest. Tanvo had no reference for these experiences and couldn’t handle being bombarded by all of them at once! 

But Iris had a plan. She knew just how much pleasure to give before switching to another part of the body. The short gasps, the twitches, the muffled moans, they were all the language that Tanvo’s body spoke in. Iris spoke this fluently, especially after being his partner for several months. She was a succubus; it was kind of their thing. By cleverly manipulating the imp’s body, she could amplify his sexual bliss but never quite tip him over into climax.  

“Aaah! I...fuuuuck!” Tanvo said. 

“What’s that?” Iris asked, letting her fingers take over for her aching jaw. She took the opportunity to gently probe around his new anatomy. No hymen, and thus nothing stopping her from slamfucking him into oblivion...besides decorum. Her cock, already hard, throbbed with her building need. If he didn’t break soon, she’d crack first! 

As if responding to her thought, Tanvo blurted: “I’m so close but...I need more.” 

Iris could have cried from the beauty of those words. 

“Oh? More of what?” she said without hint of sarcasm, all while teasing him further with her fingers and lightly brushing the pad of her thumb against his clit. 

The poor imp was in bits. But coming up with the exact words he needed to say to get her to knock him over the edge was difficult for the fragment of his fragile pride. He was a bottom, sure, but… 

“C’mon Iris, don’t make me say- Ah!” he said before being cut off. It took a minute, but she’d finally found that special patch of skin inside every vagina that made it sing. 

“Use your words, dear~” she plied. 

“Ngh...please, Iris...please fuck me...Use your big cock on me. Stuff me full! Oh fuck I need it so bad…” Once the admission was out, the pleading flowed like a waterfall. He begged for dick like a guilty man pleads for mercy. 

“You only had to ask,” she said. Her throbbing red cock sprung from its flimsy confines, her tip already beading with pre. The infernal need to breed was overwhelming her. She positioned herself between his legs and briefly rubbed herself along his folds. Tanvo’s toes curled. Over a foot of demonic dick pressed against him. He thrust himself against it, grasping at any sensation to propel him toward climax, no matter how brief. Iris, of course, was just slathering the mix of fluids along her shaft. She had no intention of stopping here. 

“Ready, dear?” she asked. Before he could answer, she thrust a good third of herself inside. 

The suddenness tipped him over immediately. His inner walls clenched down on the intruding organ as his tiny body was overwhelmed with relief. He peaked and troughed so many times he lost count, then let himself sag against the bed. But unlike his bedicked body, he wasn’t done after one orgasm. If anything, his body wanted more. 

“I knew you’d like this,” Iris said with a smile. Watching him cum around her cock was already a pleasurable sight. She waited for a look of weary relief settled on his face before pushing forward again. Now relaxed, he opened up and allowed more of her giant shaft inside. Tanvo was so warm, so wet. It was like he was built to be a little cocksock. In Iris opinion, he might as well be. 

“I could get used to this,” she said through her grunts of effort. The succubus took in slow, but she was still shoving long inches of meat inside this tiny creature. Tanvo, outpowered and undersized, could do nothing but take it like the little cumdump he was. 

“Aaah! Feels so...so good!” was about all his mind could muster. 

Iris laughed. “I wonder what we should do with you after this. I’ve never fucked someone with an alchemical pussy before. What if it’s permanent?” 

Tanvo’s eyes lost their glazed look. “Permanent? Like, forever?” 

She nodded. “Of course, it could just be temporary too. We could always wait it out. Or...we could take matters into our own hands,” she sped up her thrusts to a steady, insistent pace. Every second heartbeat, the bedframe creaked from her pushing her weight down and inside him. 

“W-what do you mean?” 

She traced a circle around his lower belly. “There’s more to your changes than just a pussy, I bet. What if there’s a womb in there? What if you can get pregnant?” 

The thought hadn’t occurred to the poor imp. Could he? A whole new mix of feelings filled him. As a hellmouth imp, he knew that there lay portals in his body that could open up and link this plane with Hell, effectively making his capacity for cock and cum infinite. But what about his new pussy? Did it work on the same rules? Tanvo remembered the times that Iris had bloated out his tummy and given him a cumbelly, how good that feeling was. To be filled by another person. To be their receptacle. 

He came again. Hard. 

Iris felt it. She took note especially of the gentle spray of feminine fluids that gushed out and around her dick from his orgasm. Stuffing him full of cock had gotten him close again, but the mere inference that he might get impregnated by her had tossed him off the edge. After he finished clenching and squealing around her, she pressed the attack. 

“Let’s find out, shall we? What do you say about me not pulling out? Would you like that?” She punctuated her sentences with hard thrusts that battered his poor body. Even if the space inside him was endless, his body was still bound by the nerves and muscles and bones of a slightly built imp. Taking so much girldick inside him was an ordeal. 

“Guh...but I...ungh,” he mumbled. 

“I’m not hearing a no, slut. You’re so forgetful. Must be all the cock on your mind. You have to tell me exactly what you want or I’ll pull back my wonderful dick and you’ll be left empty. I can cum outside, of course. I can spray my warm jizz all over your hot little body. But I can also give into my urges. My primal needs. I can stuff you so full of potent seed that your body will have no choice but to accept its natural position as a breeder. Do you want that?” 

She pulled herself back. It made her ache, as she had her own needs to address. But she wanted him to make it loud and clear what he wanted. Consent was always the fun part~ 

“Ngh...Iris pleeease!” he whimpered, but the succubus held firm. 

“I want to hear you sing it out for the whole building to hear. Hell, the whole desert. Tell me exactly what you want, you little cocksock!” 

Tanvo caved in. “Breed me...fuck...oh god breed me so fucking hard. Knock me up Iris please let me be your breeding bitch!~” he screamed. There was no doubt the staff knew exactly what was going on. But Iris was in charge, and if they didn’t like her breeding the employees, they could get lost. 

She hoisted the imp’s legs into position to dangle around her waist and plunged into his pussy. Locked in a mating press, she held nothing back. Iris jackhammered herself down with nearly bedbreaking force, stuffing as much of herself inside Tanvo. The imp’s long tongue fell out of his mouth and his eyes rolled back as the bombardment overwhelmed him. Orgasm after orgasm blasted away his coherent thoughts, leaving him a quivering lump of flesh and nerves. The noises he made were no longer coherent, but the frequent jets of squirt from his gaping hole provided encouragement for Iris’ onslaught.

“Such a good hole,” she said. Her breath was hard and shallow as she burned what was left of her energy to slam him into the mattress. To treat such an adorable little imp like a crude sex toy was degrading, yes. But from the dazed and dizzy look on his cherubic face, he wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

“Yes!” he gasped out before it turned into a groan that penetrated the thin walls of her room. 

Iris’ stamina was impressive, when she wanted it to be. She had held herself back up until this point to string Tanvo along and turn him into her voluntary breedhole, but even a succubus had her limits. The flow of pre tapered off and she felt her balls contract. She could tell this would be a nut for the ages. And with Tanvo’s body so small, even if he didn’t get knocked up he’d look nine months pregnant. 

“I’m going to...fuck...I’m gonna cum, slut. Anything to say before I stuff you full of spunk?” 

Tanvo moaned incoherently, mouth trying to form words that never took shape. But she could feel the press of his small feet around her hips. He was far gone, but his body was responding with enthusiastic agreement. 

She hammered him half a dozen times, each plunging as deep as she could. That final six lances into his clenching, soaked depths made her lose control. Hot, sticky demon seed poured into the little imp, basting his new pussy and marking it as a slutty receptacle. She paused, his body completely hilted, and let the ropes shoot on their own. In real time she watched his stomach bulge outward, demonic biology warping to crude carnality. 

Even so, there was a limit. Just as fast as it gushed inside him, it spurted out and back onto Iris. They were both bathed in her orgasm, which was more than fine for her. As the jets turned to a trickle, she slid her hand down to scoop up a sample. She tilted up her head and let the globs of cum drip onto her tongue. 

“Mmm...I’m lucky I’m not a bottom. Fuck that tastes good. What do you think, Tanvo?” 

The imp was out of it. Jizz had locked up his brain’s inner workings. Though a brainless sextoy had its appeal, Iris couldn’t wait to tell him all about how hot he looked when he came to. She covered her hand in seed and stuck it into his mouth. He absently suckled down her seed, his higher brain functions gone like a burned out candle. 

But all that fucking had taken its toll on her too. Iris had strained muscles she’d forgotten about while breeding him silly. With Tanvo a twitching, insensate mess, Iris had the good sense to roll off of him before collapsing to the bed. Fatigue overtook her, and with a body still covered in evidence of their deed, she passed right out. 

*** 

At some point, night fell. The swirling storm of sand and dust outside the bar had ended. Either the adventurers had succeeded or they had been buried in the desert. Tanvo, meanwhile, was regaining his faculties. 

“Here,” Iris handed him a steaming cup. The imp adjusted the blanket around him so that it would stay draped over his shoulders and accepted the beverage. “Nothing like tenebric tea to sooth sore spots.” 

He sipped. It was a strong taste, but he’d come to enjoy it. “Thanks, babe. I...might have checked out for a while there.” 

The succubus sat in the chair opposite the bed, slouching a little as she looked down to her limp cock. “Likewise. I hope you had a good time, though?” 

“Of course! I always have a good time with you.” While he took another long sip, he looked down at his own body. The swelling of his pussy was going down, but he was still dripping with demon cum. He probably would be for a while yet; Iris had shot him pretty full. “The transformation isn’t actually permanent, right?” 

Iris laughed. “No, no. It should wear off in a few days. You’ll be back to wanking off behind the bar in no time, promise. But...you enjoyed having a pussy? At least for a while?” 

“Definitely! I mean, I am a little attached to my dick. But it’s definitely something I’d try again, if only for you to convince me you can knock me up again…” 

Their reverie was put on hold by a sharp knock from the bar. Footsteps on floorboards told them that the staff went over to examine the commotion, only for a booming voice to announce its presence. 

“GOOD EVENING, ONE AND ALL,” the voice of Gorrion the Untamed boomed against the walls, “MY COMPANIONS AND I HAVE SLAIN THE TOMB EMPEROR, AND REQUIRE REPAST AND REFRESHMENT IN CELEBRATION OF THIS GLORIOUS DEED.” 

Iris turned to Tanvo. “Looks like Round 2 will have to wait for another time. C’mon, let’s get back to work.” 

The imp finished his tea and went about cleaning enough of himself to make it not look obvious he’d been a mindbroken cumslot a few minutes ago. After wiping up the remains of Iris’ load, a thought occurred. 

“You know, maybe it doesn’t.” 

“Hmm?” Iris asked absently. 

“Those brave adventurers...they seem in need of a way to blow off some steam,” Tanvo explained with a sly grin, “Maybe I could give them a hand?~”