Twin Slave Sisters [R-18]
Half an hour later, Clara was back in her luxurious bedroom within the upper levels of the Azure Estate.
The room was massive, decorated in deep red and gold, with a giant four-poster bed covered in the finest silk sheets.
The air smelled of expensive perfume and the sweet red wine she was currently sipping from a crystal glass.
She had already stripped off her dirty robes and was wearing nothing but a sheer, black lace nightgown that left her large breasts and dark nipples completely exposed.
Her skin was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat made her cleavage glisten in the warm candlelight.
The heavy doors clicked open, and the two female slaves, or also the ones that were kidnaped for the sacrifice ceremony were pushed inside by the guards, who immediately bowed and locked the doors behind them.
The girls were completely naked, freshly scrubbed, and trembling as they stood on the soft carpet.
“Sister, I.. I don’t think we will survive this…!!” One of the twins cried softly, her face filled with dread, while the other had a stern face, slightly comforting the scared one.
Unfortunately for them, even before they were sacrificed, they entered another monster's den.
"Come here," Clara commanded, her eyes darkening with pure, predatory hunger.
She set her wine glass on the nightstand and leaned back against the plush pillows, spreading her legs slightly. The black lace barely covered her soaked pussy.
The twin sisters hesitated, tears welling in their eyes, but they knew better than to disobey the Baroness.
They slowly crawled onto the edge of the massive bed, their soft, naked bodies trembling.
Clara didn't wait. She grabbed the first girl by the back of her neck, her sharp nails lightly digging into the soft skin, and pulled her face down.
"You smell nice... but not as sweet as him," Clara muttered, her mind flashing back to Alex's flushed, sweaty face at the forge.
She smashed her lips against the slave girl's mouth, forcing her tongue inside aggressively. It was a hungry, violent kiss.
Clara's hands roamed over the girl's body, squeezing her soft, full breasts and pinching her pink nipples until the girl let out a muffled whimper of mixed pain and pleasure.
"Touch me," Clara ordered the other sister, her voice dripping with authority and lust. "Make me feel good, or I'll feed you to the beasts downstairs."
The second twin scrambled forward, her hands shaking as she reached for Clara's chest.
She gently cupped the Baroness's heavy breasts, her thumbs nervously rubbing over the stiff, dark peaks.
"Harder," Clara hissed, her back arching off the mattress. "Don't be so gentle!"
The girl flinched but obeyed, squeezing Clara's chest firmly and leaning down to take one of the hard nipples into her warm, wet mouth.
Her body moved stiffly, clearly it's their first time doing such things.
She sucked and flicked her tongue over the sensitive peak, making Clara groan loudly.
The sensation was electric, but Clara's mind was completely consumed by the boy who had humiliated her.
She imagined it was Alex's soft, pretty hands touching her, his sweet scent wrapping around her.
Clara pushed the first girl down onto her back, pinning her against the silk sheets.
She moved over her, positioning herself so that her dripping wet pussy rubbed directly against the slave girl's bare thigh.
"Spread your legs," Clara ordered, her eyes dilated with a wild, uncontrollable arousal.
The girl obeyed, crying softly as she opened her thighs. Clara didn't hold back.
She lowered her head and buried her face between the girl's legs, her tongue diving straight into the wet, sensitive pussy.
She lapped at the girl's clit with a ruthless, demanding rhythm, drinking in her wet fluids.
"Ah... ahh! Please, my lady!" the scared girl cried, her hips bucking up against Clara's face. The pleasure was too intense, too sudden.
While Clara devoured the girl below her, the other sister continued to worship Clara's breasts, her hands trailing down to rub the Baroness's stomach and waist.
The room was quickly filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of kissing, heavy panting, and high-pitched moans.
The evil god's seed pulsed in Clara's chest, feeding on the lust and fear in the room.
Clara pulled her face away from the girl's soaked pussy, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the swollen clit.
She sat up, her breathing ragged, and grabbed the second sister's head, forcefully pushing it down toward her own aching crotch.
"Eat me," Clara demanded, her fingers tangling in the girl's hair. "Don't stop until I tell you to."
The stern, expressionless girl immediately buried her face between Clara's thighs, her hot tongue lapping at the Baroness's dripping, swollen folds.
Clara threw her head back, a loud, guttural moan escaping her throat. The wet, sliding friction sent waves of white-hot ecstasy shooting up her spine.
She squeezed her eyes shut, but all she saw was the terrifying, beautiful golden eyes of the giant snake, and the flushed, pretty face of the boy she wanted to break.
"Oh goddess... yes... right there..." Clara panted, her hips jerking uncontrollably against the girl's mouth.
She reached down with one hand, rubbing her own clit furiously to speed up the release, while her other hand squeezed the scared girl's breast hard enough to leave a mark.
The heat inside her built into a rushing, violent wave. Her muscles tightened, her toes curling into the silk sheets.
"I'm going to ruin you, Alex..." Clara screamed into the empty air, her body stiffening as a massive, shuddering climax ripped through her.
She came hard, her hips bucking wildly against the expressionless girl's face, soaking her chin and lips with her hot fluids.
She collapsed back onto the pillows, her chest heaving, her skin slick with sweat. The two slave girls lay beside her, slightly exhausted and trembling, afraid to move.
Clara slowly opened her eyes, a dark, wicked smile spreading across her flushed face. The physical release helped, but the hunger in her soul was still starving.
She gently stroked her own stomach, her mind already plotting the dark, twisted things she would do to Alex once he was strapped to the cold iron altar.
Clara’s breathing had barely slowed when the chamber’s silence unspooled into something sharper.
The twin beneath her right hand still trembled, a fine vibration against the silk…but it wasn’t fear.
It was the aftershock of her own body betraying her.
A sheen of sweat traced the valley between the girl’s breasts, and when Clara’s gaze drifted down, she caught the unmistakable glisten of slick on the girl’s inner thigh.
Not just Clara’s. The girl’s own arousal had soaked into the sheet.
“Look at that,” Clara murmured, dragging one nail through the wet trail. “You were sobbing a moment ago. Now you’re dripping.”
The girl’s throat bobbed. Her lips parted, but no words came.