Chapter 900 - 899- Begging Does Nothing, My Loves

Chapter 900: Chapter 899- Begging Does Nothing, My Loves

"It is master’s seed," the fourth said quietly. She was the sharp-eyed one, pale, with bluish eyes that missed very little. "You have heard the healers whisper. His seed does not wait for calendars."

"Can we have it too?" the youngest blurted, and then went red to her ears. Nineteen years old and hopeless at hiding anything. "I mean. The fast kind. Can we... I am not saying with the master, I am saying in general, hypothetically..."

"Hush." The sharp-eyed one sighed and shook her head. "It does not matter. You already know how it is for us. I can never be a mother. None of us will be, in service here."

The youngest’s face fell. The chubby one patted her shoulder, and they walked the rest of the hall in a small, sad silence, four women in identical uniforms carrying four different sizes of hope.

Then they reached the door, and the sadness died of embarrassment.

The sounds came through the thick wood as if it were tissue paper. Moans. Loud, layered, shameless moans, and beneath them the unmistakable wet percussion of flesh striking flesh, and threading through all of it a woman’s voice cracking upward into a shriek.

"You are too deep! Wait, wait, it is reaching something, oh my god, oh my GOD, I cannot stop, I cannot stop cumming, Viktor, you are going to kill our baby with that thing, Viktor!!"

The four maids froze in a row.

The short-haired one recovered first, because a summons was a summons, and pushed the door open.

None of them would ever be able to describe the room afterward without blushing to the roots of their hair.

Two women lay stacked on the bed like a sandwich, belly against belly, boobs mashed flat into each other’s chests, their faces turned sharply away from each other as if refusing eye contact with the person they were being fused to. It was Bella on top and Elara beneath, and neither of them had arms. Smooth, capped nubs at elbow and shoulder, limbs politely removed, wobbling helplessly with every impact. Neither of them had legs below the thigh either.

And through both of them, through one shared, stretched, dripping alignment, a single enormous ten inch cock plunged, withdrawing from Bella’s bulged pussy with a fat sucking slurp and sinking to the root inside Elara’s, alternating, pistoning, the runic glow of his horns lighting the sweat on their skin.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"HNNGH~!! OUNGH~!! HIIYAAAH~!!" Elara’s wings flared and beat uselessly against the mattress. "Both... both my holes... no, my turn again... it is my turn... ahhh my belly is bulging, my belly is BULGING, he is in my WOMB~!!"

"Shut... shut up," Bella sobbed from on top of her, cheek pressed to Elara’s cheek, both of them trembling. "My turn... he said it was my... HAAAH~!! There, THERE, right there, do not you dare pull out, do not you DARE~!!"

Pah Pah PAAAH!

On either side of the stacked pair knelt the others. To the left, Olivia, armless and legless, nothing but a lush torso of holy flesh writhing on the sheets, her ceremonial dress long gone, her boobs rocking, her pussy stuffed full of Viktor’s tail which vibrated with a deep mechanical buzz, and her cunt answered it in fountains. She squirted in a clear arc across the sheets, again and again, crying openly.

"Forgive me... forgive me, a priestess should not... HIIIEE~!! It is sucking my soul out through my pussy~!! My lord, my lord, have mercy on my... AAAAAH~!!"

To the right knelt Vivian, the thick green-haired elf, hands removed at the elbow, her enormous soft tits swaying pendulously as she tried to balance on stumps, her fat ass up and out, her mouth open and drooling as she watched the sandwich fucking with glassy, waiting eyes.

"Me next," she kept mumbling, elven ear twitching. "Me next. Me next. It is thick girl’s turn. He promised. Me next. Me next..."

The room stank of sex and glowed with runes and rang with slapping and screaming and the wet rhythmic Pah Pah Pah of a demon lord working through his harem like a man doing honest labor.

The four maids stood in the doorway.

"Oh," said the youngest faintly.

Viktor looked over at the door with his cock still buried hilt-deep in Elara, and smiled at the maids like a host greeting late guests.

"Ah. Good. You are here. Stand at the four corners, girls. You will be needed."

They were needed. They did not know for what. They obeyed anyway, taking their corners like fence posts, and what they witnessed over the following hours they would carry to their graves as the most feverish memory of their lives.

He started with Bella. He lifted the little cat off the sandwich with two hands around her waist, limp and armless and mewling, and set her down on her back. He grabbed the base of her tail, that silver-furred sensitive appendage, and folded it forward, and rubbed the wet tip of his cock against the furry entrance of her pussy until she was climbing the headboard with her mind because her body had nothing left to climb with.

"Husband... my tail... not the tail and the... together... together is too... HYAAAH~!!"

He folded the tail and pushed, cock into cunt, tail pressing against her clit from outside, and fucked her with her own fur. Her pregnant belly bounced between them, round and taut, and above it her boobs bounced harder, slapping her own chest on every downstroke.

Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"My belly is bouncing... my boobs are... someone hold my boobs down... anyone... HIIIH~!! The tail is so SOFT against my... I am going to... I am going to~!!"

He pulled out of her mid climax, leaving her gushing and empty and wailing, and slammed home into Kaida, who was kneeling beside the bed with her arms gone, presented like a bitch in season, her twins-swollen belly hanging heavy beneath her.

PAAAH!

"FUCK~!!" Kaida screamed happily. "Yes, yes, that is the spot, THAT IS THE SPOT, deeper, you bastard, RUIN me, two months of bed rest, two MONTHS, pay me back with interest, pound my pregnant pussy until the mattress cries~!!"

Pah Pah Pah Pah Pah!

Her ass rippled with every strike, fat cheeks clapping around his hips, her hanging tits swinging in heavy circles. He grabbed her hips and used her like equipment, dragging her back onto him, and she answered every thrust with a broken grunt of gratitude.

"UNGH... OUNGH... HAAANGH~!! I married a monster... I married a beautiful monster cock... harder, my lord husband, HARDER, make me forget my own name~!!"

From her corner, the short-haired maid pressed her hand against her own mouth. Her other hand was already under her skirt. She could not say when it had arrived there.

He moved down the line like a storm front. He took Olivia next, arranging the limbless priestess onto her back in classic missionary, folding her soft thighs up with both hands, and pounding her with a tempo so ruthless it stopped being lovemaking within four strokes and became something closer to agriculture.

Pah Pah Pah Pah PAAAH!

"Lord... my lord... slow... have mercy, my body is only... only a vessel... I am... HAAAH~!! I am a vessel, I am YOUR vessel, fill me, my lord, pour yourself into your vessel~!!"

"You are a slut, Olivia."

"Yes, my lord~!!" she wept, squirting again, her whole torso convulsing like a landed fish, boobs jiggling violently. "A slut, your slut, the temple would faint, the temple would FAINT, do not stop, your slut begs you, do not STOP~!!"