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Andy pulled his cock out of Anne's ruined pussy with a loud, wet ¡SHLOP!, strands of cum and juices hanging from his glans. Still hard as steel and dripping, he turned to Lily, who was trembling on all fours, too terrified to look up.
He grabbed her slim waist and flipped her onto her back in one rough motion.
"¡Kyah!" Lily squealed as her back hit the silk.
"Look at me," Andy ordered, voice low and dangerous.
Lily, flushed to her ears, lifted her tear-filled green eyes. Andy smiled slowly, savoring her fear.
"You're gorgeous… a perfect, younger version of your mother," he whispered, devouring her angelic face, her trembling lips, her small but firm tits, the pink nipples already hard from terror and treacherous excitement.
Lily turned her head away, unable to hold his gaze. Andy licked his lips. Finally… I'm the one in charge again.
He slid his hand down and shoved two fingers into her virgin cunt. She was soaked.
"¡UHH!" Lily moaned, arching involuntarily.
Andy pulled his fingers out and showed them to her: long, glistening strands of her juices hung between them.
"So you really want my cock, little slut?" he asked, voice hoarse.
He plunged them back in. Lily tried to push his hand away, grabbing his wrist, but her arms went weak, her body already surrendering. Anne, sprawled nearby with her legs spread and her pussy still leaking, watched her daughter with worried eyes, but she couldn't even move.
Andy placed his fat glans at Lily's entrance, teasing her tight cheeks. Without warning, he slammed in to the hilt.
¡SLOSH!
"¡AAAAAHHHHH!" Lily screamed, eyes wide as saucers as her virginity was torn apart in one brutal thrust.
"Fuck… you're so tight I could cum right now," Andy growled, starting to pound her mercilessly: ¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Lily sobbed and moaned: "¡AH! ¡AH! ¡IT HURTS! ¡AHNN!"
But within seconds the sobs turned into broken gasps. Her virgin cunt opened up and swallowed every inch, squeezing him like a hot fist.
Anne, watching her daughter break, spread her legs wider and begged in a hoarse voice: "Fuck me too… please…"
Andy grinned, grabbed Lily by the waist and placed her on top of her mother. The two blondes were now chest-to-chest, pussies dripping cum, asses in the air. They looked at each other for a second… and kissed desperately, tongues tangling, while Andy watched and licked his lips.
First he slammed into Anne's cunt: ¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Then into Lily's: ¡PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Alternating without pause, both screamed in unison: "¡AHH! ¡AHNN! ¡OHHH!"
They came at the same time, their sweaty bodies glued together, tits crushed, tongues wrestling: ¡Mwah-slurp-mwah!.
Then he opened their asses. First Anne: ¡SLOSH-PLAP-PLAP!
Then Lily: ¡SLOSH-PLAP-PLAP!
Burying himself balls-deep with nothing but the cum already leaking out of them as lube. Their assholes gaped and clenched around his cock, squirting white rivers every time he pulled out: ¡Drip-Drip!.
Less than a minute after starting to pound Lily's freshly deflowered pussy again, Andy felt the pressure building unbearably.
He gripped her hips so hard his fingers left marks, slammed in to the absolute hilt, and roared: "Take all my cum, little girl!"
¡SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT!
Thick, endless ropes of hot, heavy semen erupted straight into her virgin womb. Each pulse was stronger than the last: ¡SPURT! ¡SPURT! ¡SPURT!—so much cum that her tiny belly visibly swelled for a second before it overflowed, white rivers pouring out around his shaft, running down her thighs, soaking the silk beneath them in a growing puddle. Lily's eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her whole body convulsing as she felt her womb being flooded for the very first time—burning, heavy, claiming her completely.
Andy held himself deep inside, grinding slowly, milking every last drop into her: spurt… spurt… spurt… until even his balls ached from the force of it. Only then did he pull out with a filthy ¡SHLOP!, a torrent of his cum immediately gushing from Lily's gaping, ruined pussy like a broken dam.
Lily collapsed, trembling, her virgin womb now utterly stuffed and leaking Andy's seed in thick streams.
Anne, watching her daughter's destruction, spread her legs wider and begged:
"Fill me again… please…"
Andy smiled, placed Lily on top of her mother once more, and continued alternating between their dripping cunts and asses until both were nothing but moaning, cum-drenched messes.
When he finally finished, he made them kneel on either side of his cock. Anne and Lily, asses red and marked with handprints, pussies and assholes gaping and pouring rivers of cum, took turns worshipping him: one licking the tip ¡slurp-slurp!, the other the balls ¡glug-glug!, tongues meeting over his shaft, kissing with his cock in the middle ¡mwah-slurp! until Andy came one last time:
"¡SPURT-SPURT-SPURT-SPURT!" painting their faces and tits white.
The two stayed there, panting, kissing each other, licking the cum off one another ¡slurp-slurp!, asses trembling, holes throbbing, completely broken and addicted.
Andy lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a satisfied smile.
Finally, he was king again.
***
Later that evening the room reeked of sweat, cum and cheap perfume. The bed was a disaster: sheets twisted and soaked, big wet spots everywhere. The two women lay tangled, legs still open, cum dripping slow and thick from their used pussies. Andy sat on the edge of the bed, chest heaving, cock finally soft and shiny with their juices.
Bill rose from his chair, eyes gleaming with twisted admiration. He tossed a heavy leather pouch that clinked with gold. Andy caught it one-handed.
"Compensation for the show, Mr. Alien," Bill said, a crooked grin splitting his flushed face. "We will continue to work together in the future."
Andy weighed the bag—easily a hundred coins—and gave a tired nod. "Guess we will."
Bill turned to the butler. "Sebastian, take Mr.Alien to the staff onsen. May it be clean for whoever's next. And when you come back, lock these two whores in the dungeon."
Sebastian bowed. "Of course, my lord."
He motioned Andy to follow. They walked in silence through the castle corridors until they reached a set of double doors. Sebastian pushed them open, and hot steam rolled out, thick and wet.
Just before crossing the double doors, Andy stopped and glanced at Sebastian. "Is that how business is done around here? I'm not used to receiving such an extravagant reward," he said, looking at the bag of one hundred gold coins, each worth ten whole ones.
Sebastian smiled and replied. "Lord Bill has his way of showing his appreciation. He values the service you render him."
They stopped in front of the already-open double doors. Warm steam and the faint scent of cedar rolled out from the luxurious bathhouse beyond.
Andy stared inside, eyes wide. "Holy shit… this is insane. Feels like I'm back in my old world," he muttered.
Sebastian politely indicated, "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Alien. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask me."
Deep in thought, Andy dipped his head in the stiff little bow he'd already picked up in this world. "Thanks, Sebastian." Sebastian gave a curt nod, stepped back, and pulled the heavy double doors shut behind him with a soft, final thud.
Andy stepped down into the steaming water, sinking until it lapped at his collarbone. He looked around and froze.
The whole castle screamed medieval Europe—stone arches, iron torches, tapestries—yet this bath was a perfect Japanese onsen. Smooth cedar edges, natural rocks framing the pool, bamboo pipes trickling hot water. He'd soaked in places exactly like this on business trips to Japan, half-drunk on sake and dead tired from meetings.
What the hell is a dead-on onsen doing in Murkia Castle?
He let his head fall back against the stone rim, water cradling him. Alone in the giant pool, the quiet pressed in. No leering nobles, no barked orders, no one watching his every move. Just heat seeping into his bones and the soft hiss of steam. Andy felt a sense of calm as he relaxed in the warm water, contemplating his uncertain future.
Just as Andy was finishing up his bath, he heard footsteps approaching as the bathroom began to fill with steam. Through the dense fog, he could barely make out a feminine figure. As she came closer, the details of her appearance became clearer.
She stepped closer. Long purple hair clung damp to her shoulders, framing sharp green eyes that locked on him without shame. Her body was pure mature sin: heavy, round breasts swaying with each step, fat pink nipples already stiff from the heat; wide hips rolling, thighs thick and soft, and an ass so massive it jiggled with every slow stride, the deep cleft between those pale cheeks glistening with droplets of water. No towel, no modesty; just naked, dripping curves on full display, her shaved pussy lips puffy and glistening as she walked straight toward him.
Andy's eyes widened in surprise and arousal as he took in the sight of the mysterious woman. He couldn't believe his luck - he had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life.
As the woman stepped into the large bathtub next to Andy, their skin barely touching, he felt a surge of desire run through his body. Unable to resist the temptation, he stood up, his manhood already hard and throbbing with desire. But just as he was about to leave the bathroom, he felt a hand on his arm, stopping him in his tracks. It was the woman, smiling wickedly at him.
"If you leave now, I'll scream," she threatened, her voice low and seductive.
"Why, I'm a member of the castle staff too… this is the staff onsen, right?"
With a smile, the woman nodded and replied,"Yes, this is the staff onsen, and it's unisex."
In an attempt to understand the circumstances, Andy asked, "So what's the problem? I'm in the right place, correct?".
"You're the Alien from the Brothel of Lust, right?" the woman asked with a slow, knowing smile.
Andy responded with a quick nod to the woman, who then let go of his hand. She introduced herself, "I am the Queen Consort, Monica Murk." Andy's face shifted to one of surprise at those words.
"If you don't want to cause a scandal, sit down," Monica ordered, pointing to the spot right beside her.
Andy slid into the hot water right beside Monica, their thighs almost brushing, the surface lapping at their chests. Monica didn't blink. She devoured him with her eyes: the sharp cut of his jaw, the thick shoulders, the hard muscle under wet skin.
Better than Alvin… much better, she thought, heat pooling low in her belly.
Her gaze dropped lower and locked on his cock, thick and heavy even half-submerged, the swollen head nudging the water like it was begging for attention.
In the name of Veldra… look at the size of that thing, her pulse hammered between her legs, nipples stiffening against the steam. She shifted closer, her enormous breasts floating, heavy and slick, brushing his arm with every breath. A slow throb started in her cunt, wetter than the bath itself.
Meanwhile, Andy couldn't tear his eyes away from Monica's massive breasts floating right next to him, water lapping at the heavy curves, her wide pink nipples stiff and begging for attention. He hadn't even noticed his own cock had swollen to full, monstrous hardness, the thick shaft now jutting clean out of the water, the swollen head glistening above the surface like it was proud to be seen.
Monica's gaze dropped and her lips parted in a slow, hungry smile.
"By the goddess Veldra…" she purred, cradling her soaked tits and lifting them higher, letting the water stream down the deep valley between them. "Fufufufu… is that monster cock standing so proud just because of my tits, you filthy boy?" Monica purred, voice dripping with lust as she squeezed her soaked breasts and made them bounce softly under the water.
Andy blushed and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "If this is the staff onsen, why isn't there a separate one for the royal family?" he asked.
Monica understood his logic and replied, "Well, it's true that I'm royalty, but I lied. I'm also part of the staff."
"What are you talking about? How is it possible that you're staff?" Andy asked, confused.
Monica, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, replied, "I don't have to explain this to you, but since everyone already knows, it doesn't matter if one more person does. Before I got married, my name was Monica Lluinter. The Lluinter family is lower-middle class, and I was their second daughter—their last descendant. They treated me like a servant, eager to marry me off to any nobleman, simply because I was born the family's first 'defective' member. Then Alvin came along, and we were married. Now I'm nothing more than a baby-making machine Alvin uses to produce heirs. Aren't you somewhat similar to me?"
Andy asked, "So you're not royalty?"
Monica replied, "People like us—defectives—are forbidden from inheriting any title. That's why I'm only Queen Consort. I'm nothing more than a baby-making machine who hasn't had sex since giving birth to my twins. And as you can see, one of the disadvantages of being a Queen Consort is not being allowed to use the royal onsen."
As the water cascaded over her naked figure, Monica rose slowly from the steaming pool, rivulets streaming down her pale skin.
"I'm leaving," she declared, voice husky. "Don't stay here too long."
Her massive tits bounced and swayed heavily with every movement, fat pink nipples stiff and dripping, the soft flesh slapping wetly as she stepped out. Droplets flew from those pendulous udders, splattering the stone floor.
Her enormous ass followed, cheeks so thick and round they jiggled endlessly, pale meat rippling, the deep cleft between them glistening as water ran down the crack and dripped from her swollen pussy lips below.
As Monica's naked figure walked away, Andy thought about how stupid the king must be to have grown tired of having sex with her.
Monica turned, giving him one last view of those bouncing tits and that massive, wobbling ass as she walked away, water still pouring off her curves.
"Boy, tell me your name," she said as she opened the door.
"A-Andy Collins, my queen," Andy replied.
"I will remember your name and that cock," Monica said as she left the room.