390: The Master and his Maids (18++)

“FREEEDOOOOOOOOOM!!!” Selirius howled when he felt his tongue-cock burst out of convulsing Anastasia’s back end. Even if his maids were still lucid enough to comprehend what he screamed, none of them would get the reference to the last words of their King’s old rival that he personally executed before most of them were even born. But Selirius didn’t mind. His tongue-cock wasn’t going to stay ‘free’ for long anyway.

Indeed, Selirius inhaled deep, coiling and twisting his upper body as his wrinkled skin darkened further, and then jerked forward, spewing forth more length of his tongue-cock. Several feet of it. Feet turned to yards, all of which rapidly pushed down Anastasia’s adequately squeezed throat and traveled all through her shuddering body while she came over and over from the stimulation, no longer even comprehending what was happening.

Angela was still somewhat lucid. She completed her quest for ‘Hidden Vault Juices’, yet her thirst was not quenched at all. Like eating a couple spoons-worth of ice-cream when an entire bucket was still available, Angela wanted more. She swirled her tongue all over Anastasia’s womb and vagina but what little more drops of liquids Anastasia’s pussy had to offer, was woefully inadequate.

In reality, Anastasia’s pussy gushed love juices and the girl had squirted two or three times at least, directly into Angela’s mouth. However, all those amounts Angela had already taken for granted and her mind did not even register them any longer. Those were ‘default juices’. Nothing less was even considered an option.

If a girl had a one-night stand with a guy, it was to be expected that he’d have at least six inches and would last an hour. That was a given and wouldn’t be even brought up in her circle of friends. It’s if he had eight inches and fucked her two hours straight in all the right ways and gave her five orgasms, that’s when expectations are exceeded. And that was what Angela was looking for now. An equivalent to a two-hour fuck with five mind-blasting orgasms, measured in juices. And Anastasia was not providing that, selfish bitch!

Angela cursed her selfish co-worker. Can’t His Majesty do something? Angela licked, coiled, stroked and worshipped the cock inside Anastasia’s womb, but no more juices came. Why not? Angela despaired. Aren’t I a good maid? Always all the others get all the attention! Fuck love! Can’t I at least have some juices!? Is that too much to ask from this fu-UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU—

Angela third-moaned, third-screamed, third-gurgled through her clogged throat and mouth right into Anastasia’s crotch from the deep, unexpected impact she felt in her special place.

While Angela counted her grievances, self-blinded to her fucked state, thirsting for juices, it appeared that her thirst for lewd jucies was so strong that every pore, every drop her sweat exuded her desire. She managed to shake her hips even while impaled on cock and held tight by her King. Her pussy gushed love juices of her own, signaling what she wanted to receive. And her King got the message.

They were connected, the King and his maids. More than some silly master-servant relation, Selirius slowly became more and more aware of his maids’ minds and thoughts. The more they fucked, the more they snorted, swallowed, and consumed the Black Pixie Dust, as well as its more potent pill form, the more they connected. As the chamber filled with the scent of sweat and sex, their thirst for depravity intensified along with the potency of their orgasms.

Selirius felt himself get drunk on the smell of his maids. Their very auras that he could practically see as heat radiated from their bodies while their faces contorted between ecstasy and agony. Heat! Of course, they are always in heat! Selirius thought while his eyes practically bulged out of his eye sockets as he watched his maids’ bodies with lustful intent.

Poor things! Too fertile and sexy for their own good. But that’s why I put them in my service! A maid’s purpose is to be fucked by her master! How can they resist fucking each other when if they’re the sexiest in the kingdom? How can they resist their thirst for my cock if my cock is the best in the kingdom? They can’t! They’re not supposed to resist!

It is only natural to desire the best. Don’t they deserve the best if they are the best? And it is a master’s duty to be the take good care of his servants! To take care of their pussies if need be! Withholding my cock from them would be too cruel. And I’m not cruel! How can I be cruel to my lovely maids! I love them! All of them, each in their own way, and with enough love to share!

And share he did, as Selirius thrust his tongue-cock from Anastasia’s butt right into Angela’s gushing, juice-begging pussy.