Chapter 901 - 900- The Improved Maid’s Points

Chapter 901: Chapter 900- The Improved Maid’s Points

Pah Pah Pah!

He lifted Vivian next, and Vivian, armless, thick, and jubilant, could do absolutely nothing but hang in his grip and take it, which was, as she announced in a running delirious commentary, precisely what she had wanted her whole thick life.

"He DOES like thick women," she moaned to the ceiling as he bounced her on his cock, her huge soft body rippling from tit to thigh with every impact, belly, boobs, ass, everything wobbling in heavy waves. "I KNEW it, I knew it, say it, say you like them thick, say my body is... HNNGH~!! Say it while you breed me, my lord~!!"

"Delicious," he grunted, and slammed her down to the root.

"AAAANGH~!! LIAR~!! But a good liar~!!"

Then, the finale of the lineup. He laid Elara and Olivia together, and folded them chest to chest, and pushed their boobs together around his cock, four fat tits in a row, a sandwich of soft holy and sinful flesh, and fucked the cleavage like it was a pussy, growling as the titflesh swallowed him, their mouths craning down to lick and kiss at whatever escaped the valley.

The maids at their corners were gone. All four of them. Hands in their own skirts, flushed to their hairlines, rubbing themselves in ragged little circles as they watched their master use his wives like a rack of toys. The chubby one had given up all pretense and leaned against the wall with her legs apart. The blue-eyed one fingered herself with her eyes half lidded and her lips moving in a silent prayer. The youngest was crying a little, from sheer overwhelm, three fingers deep and unconcerned about who saw.

Pah Pah PAAAH!

"Open," he commanded, and both Elara and Olivia opened their mouths, tongues out, as he pulled free of the tit sandwich and stroked himself twice and erupted across their four pressed breasts and two waiting faces, rope after rope of thick white glazing their cleavage, their chins, their outstretched tongues.

"Mmgh~!! More... more, my lord..."

"Tastes like... Viktory~..."

And then, at the very end, when the room smelled like a temple that had been struck by lightning and reconsecrated in sin, he stroked his cock slowly back to full towering hardness, and turned to Kaida.

She lay sprawled on the ruined sheets, armless, legless at the knee now too, wrecked and glistening and glowing with sweat, and she looked up at him with the eyes of a woman who had been thoroughly, ruinously satisfied and wanted one final thing.

He grabbed her by the waist and dragged her to the edge of the bed.

"Let’s have the baby," he said.

And he slammed his cock into her to the root.

Her back arched off the mattress. Her scream hit a register that made the windows hum. Her whole body seized, and her remaining leg, her one un-detached leg, lashed up and locked around his hips with the crushing strength of a dragon in labor, ankle hooked behind him, pulling him deeper.

"THE BABY IS COMING~!!" she howled, laughing and sobbing at once. "IT IS COMING, I CAN FEEL IT, THE SEED AND THE BABY ARE BOTH COMING, WHAT KIND OF MAN CUMS A BABY INTO... Viktor~!!"

He reached down, unclasped a bangle, and detached her leg.

The room’s collective gasp was enormous.

He pulled the leg free of his hips, soft, capped, toes still curling, and turned to the nearest maid, the youngest, and held it out to her.

"Hang it."

The girl took the leg automatically.

She looked down at the leg in her hands. A warm, living, human leg, still flexing its foot with her lady’s fury.

She looked past it at the wall hanger, where a small collection of hands and feet now hung in a neat row like hats in a foyer, fingers and toes occasionally wiggling.

"U... uwah... uwaaaah..."

Her eyes rolled back. Her knees folded. She sat down on the floor in a faint with a lady’s leg in her lap, and the last thing the world gave her before the darkness took her was the wet endless slap of flesh on flesh and a chorus of women screaming for their lord to be rougher, harder, crueler, deeper, to breed them, to break them, to never, ever stop.

Pah Pah Pah PAAAH! PAAAH! PAAAH!!

"HARDER~!!"

"MY LORD, MY LORD, MY LOOORD~!!"

"THE BABY IS... THE BABY... VICTOOOOR~!!"

The darkness was warm and full of screaming and strangely, horribly pleasant.

And then, cutting through all of it, through the moans and the slapping and the collapsing of the youngest maid, came a sound that stopped every voice in the room at once. Thin, furious, brand new, a small set of lungs inflating for the very first time and immediately filing a complaint with the universe.

"Uwaaahhhh... uwaaahhhh..."

White ceiling. Soft sheets. A smell of candles and something thick and salty that she refused to identify.

The youngest maid blinked at the ceiling for a long time, blinking again and again, because blinking was one of the very few actions currently available to her.

The last thing she remembered was a leg. A warm, living, wiggling lady’s leg in her arms, and a hanger full of hands, and a room full of screaming. Her memory after that was a warm dark blur with moaning in it.

She turned her head. Her hands did not turn with the thought. Neither did her legs respond to the small panicked kick she attempted.

She looked down her own body.

Her uniform was gone. Her arms ended at the elbows in smooth capped nubs. Her legs ended at the knees the same way. She was a torso. A naked, limbless, utterly helpless torso of a nineteen year old girl lying in the middle of her master’s bed.

"Are you all right?"

The voice came from beside her, and she turned, and there he was. Master Viktor, seated casually on the bed beside her, entirely naked, glowing faintly at the horns, looking down at her with the mild interest of a man checking on soup.

"You," she trembled. "N... naturally you."

And then instinct took over from intelligence, and she lunged at him.

The lunge was a disaster. With no hands to catch herself and no legs to drive her, she simply rolled, flopping against his thigh like a landed fish, her cheek ending up pressed to his hip, her face inches from his cock.

"My hands and legs!!" she screamed, wiggling. "My HANDS, my LEGS, where are my... give them back, please, master, I need them, I have duties, I have floors to... my LEGS!!"

He chuckled. The sound rolled through his body and into her cheek.

"I thought you should experience it. You fainted seeing all that. It was not painful. Was it?"

"It... no, it does not hurt, but that is not the POINT, the point is that I am a CHICKEN, I am a naked little chicken on your bed and I cannot even cover myself, please, master, my lady coworkers, they will see me like..."

"Wait, wait," he said, still amused. "Before you panic further. Look. I have improved a bit the edges of your limbs’ artifact."