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Fresh from a steamy shower in the en-suite bathroom, Miriam strutted out, her petite, naked body slick with water, droplets clinging to her perky tits and the tight, red-haired mound between her thighs. "Fuck, nothing kicks off a morning like a hot shower after a hotter fuck," she purred, her green eyes glinting with wicked mischief, a smirk curling her lips. Mia and Helena followed, their skin flushed and glistening, their smug grins screaming of the sapphic orgy they'd just indulged in under the steaming water, their bodies still thrumming with lust. Andy, however, lay sprawled on the floor of the Brothel of Lust's lavish room, pale and broken, his chiseled body a cum-soaked wreck, his once-mighty Dragon-rank cock limp and useless, a pathetic shadow of the stud he'd been hours ago.
The heroines dressed with languid confidence, slipping into their armor as if the night's debauchery was routine. Helena's muscular frame gleamed, her firm tits straining her breastplate, her sculpted ass flexing as she adjusted her belt. Mia's plump curves jiggled, her massive tits barely contained, her knee-high stockings clinging to her chubby thighs. Miriam, petite but fierce, zipped up her tight leathers, her sword coiled at her back, her green eyes glinting with mischief. They prepared to leave the Brothel of Lust, treating Andy like a discarded fucktoy, his body splayed on the cum-stained sheets.
Helena glanced back, her sapphire eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. "See you, Mr. Alien. Don't miss my pussy too much," she cooed, blowing a mocking kiss. Mia's red eyes sparkled through her scarf, her voice thick with lust. "Let's fuck you raw again soon, stud," she purred, licking her lips where her forked tongue flicked.
Miriam halted them at the door, her petite frame radiating wicked intent. "Hold up, sluts," she chirped, sauntering back to Andy's unconscious form. She leaned over, her perky tits dangling, nipples hard against her leathers, and parted her lips, letting a thick, glistening stream of saliva drip into his open mouth, the wet splat echoing in the quiet room. "Now we can bounce," she declared, her voice a sultry taunt, her green eyes flashing with depravity.
Mia's nervous laugh was tinged with arousal. "Fuck, Miri, that's nasty as hell," she said, her plump thighs pressing together, her pussy twitching beneath her armor.
Helena shook her head, her white hair swaying, a smirk playing on her lips. "We've turned her into a fucking whore demon," she teased, her firm tits heaving with a chuckle.
"Shut your holes!" Miriam snapped, her grin widening, her petite body practically vibrating with glee. "Spitting in his mouth's nothing compared to how we wrecked that cock."
With that, the heroines—conquerors of the Dragon King—strutted out, their hips swaying, weapons clanking. At the open door, they passed Tina, the guard, her eyes narrowing as she took in their smug expressions. The women flashed her a knowing, slutty smile, their silence dripping with shared secrets, and sauntered through the brothel's dimly lit hallways to exit.
Far from Temptation Alley, the early morning air was thick with the sweat of laborers toiling under brutal conditions, their ragged forms oblivious to the heroines' fame, too poor for newspapers. Mia and Helena flanked Miriam, supporting her as she wobbled, her petite legs trembling from the night's savage fucking, her pussy still throbbing from Andy's monstrous cock.
"You went too fucking hard, Miriam," Helena said, her tone half-concern, half-mockery, her sapphire eyes glinting. "You can't ride a Dragon-rank cock like that your first time and expect to walk straight."
"Fuck off!" Miriam snapped, her cheeks flushing, though she knew Helena was right. "Now I'm no longer a virgin—my first time with Lord Bill is gonna be spectacular!"
Helena's laugh was dark, her firm tits bouncing as she leaned in. "Good luck with that, slut. Word is Bill's got a micropenis, just like the King. After Señor Alien's dragon cock, no other dick will ever satisfy you."
"W-well, if Bill's a letdown, I'll just come back and fuck that Alien senseless," Miriam stammered, her green eyes flickering with uncertainty, her pussy clenching at the thought.
Helena's smirk widened, her muscular frame towering. "That cock was fucking unreal. Aliens might be the best damn thing in this shithole kingdom."
Their laughter died as a hooded figure stepped into their path, their small frame cloaked in a green hood, face shrouded in shadow. A sword gleamed in their right hand, its blade catching the morning light, and a hostile aura rolled off them, chilling the air. The heroines froze, their hands snapping to their weapons—Helena's spear, Mia's magic staff, Miriam's sword. Helena stepped forward, her steel thighs flexing, her sapphire eyes narrowing. "Who the fuck are you, and what's your deal?" she growled, her voice sharp with challenge.
The figure remained silent, their sword glinting in one hand as they conjured a fiery ball with the other, its molten glow pulsing with menace. With a flick of their wrist, they hurled it at the trio, the orb screaming through the air. The heroines, with extreme speed, dodged the blazing projectile, their bodies a blur as it exploded into a blinding cloud of smoke. Weapons drawn—Helena's spear, Mia's magic staff, Miriam's sword—they stood tense, hearts pounding, the haze hiding what deadly or depraved fate awaited next.
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Tina entered the room the heroines had just left, staring at Andy's naked body and the chaos in disbelief. She'd seen wild things in brothel rooms before, but this was another level. Smashed furniture, broken bed legs, sheets dangling from the lamp, and piles of crumpled papers strewn across the floor painted a scene of debauchery. Worst of all was Andy's condition—his body battered, scratches crisscrossing his skin, drops of cum oozing from his dragon cock. With no one around, Tina acted fast, licking the tip of his dragon cock to savor the semen, then opening a green potion and pouring it into his mouth. Noticing a strange odor, she tilted her head, realizing it came from his sweat-soaked hair.
"These women are monsters; they've treated this poor man like a personal toilet," she whispered, horrified yet aroused by the carnage.
Waking with a heavy ache, Andy opened his eyes, his body marked by scratches but pulsing with renewed vigor. He noticed Tina, the blonde he'd struck a deal with days ago, standing nearby.
"Time for breakfast, let's go!" Tina snapped a chain onto the collar around his neck, leading him out. His dragon cock twitched with confidence as they walked through the brothel's dimly lit hallways, far from Temptation Alley, back to his cell. They passed Roxanne, looking freshly awake. Ascending the stairs, they opened large door men asleep in their cells. Inside his Andy cell, a maid waited with a bucket of hot water and a towel. Tina sat him naked on the bed, pouring water over his body, drenching his chiseled frame.
"Now you can go, I need to talk to the alien," Tina told the maid, who nodded and left. Drying him with a towel, Tina's lips curved into a playful smile. "A little thank you for your cum. I sold it to two couples with infertile husbands."
"Oh, really?" replied Andy, trying to maintain interest.
"Yes, yes. We'll have to wait three months to see if they're pregnant or not." Tina finished drying him and stepped back. "Get dressed and head downstairs for breakfast. If you want to escape this brothel, we'll have to work together," she said, leaving with a mischievous smirk.
Unbeknownst to Andy, he had found an unexpected ally.
After dressing in the new clothes he found on his bed, Andy went outside and made his way to the kitchen and lined up like all the other prisoners. He could feel the hostile stares directed at him as his plate was handed to him. To his surprise, it was not the typical disgusting soup, but a juicy pork steak accompanied by vegetables and a glass of milk. Despite the tense atmosphere, he sat down next to Kevin, hoping to get some information.
"Good morning, Kevin," greeted Andy as he settled in next to him.
"Well, well, well, has Mr. Alien decided to be nice with me today? Have you grown fond of me?" joked Kevin, as he ate the raw steak with his hands.
"Don't get cocky. But I have some questions for you. And in return, I'll bring you today's newspapers," Andy offered, just before they were abruptly interrupted by a loud, piercing sound.
"Ding!" "Ding!"
When he turned his head to locate the source, he saw a guard holding a small bell. "The Popularity Ranking has been updated!" he announced. As soon as the words left his mouth, all the men eating dropped their plates and frantically ran somewhere.
Confused, Andy turned to Kevin and asked, "What's going on?"
"It's the brothel popularity rankings," Kevin explained.
"Huh?" Andy still didn't understand.
"It's a ranking where, if you get more customers and they leave you a good review, you move up the ranks. The top five will benefit from a good meal and reduce your time in the brothel. That's why everyone takes it seriously."
Now Andy understood why everyone was surprised to see the good deal he was getting on the food, but he couldn't understand how it was possible.
"Who is ranked number one in the rankings?" Andy asked.
"I don't know now, but last month I think it was a guy named Luxter Stones." replied Kevin.
"Stones?" Andy whispered.
Walking with Kevin, they headed to a massive room where the men gaped at Andy in shock. Andy didn't get it until he saw the rankings on the wall, written in English. His name stood out in a stunning spot.
"Number 1: Andy," he read, a smug grin spreading