Hospital Ward

Kora had made progress on her statue. A shape was forming, but it was rough. She was happy, and so was Ava. She gushed at the treaties Sven signed, not minding at all that she ruled a smaller country now. Beyond returning conquered land, Sven also had to agree to release a few conquered princedoms, allies of the various men. Even better, they all agreed to meet in Az in a year. Ava hoped that would be the start of her dream of a united Zeutch. The Princedoms, she called it. I would leave all that boring politics to her and Sven. I had more important things to attend to. Now that I was back, there were more maids that needed to be hired. But they had to be just perfect, willing to serve my Master as his sex slaves. I wanted to fill Echur with pretty women devoted to loving my owner and husband. Greta and Nathalie flanked me as the three of us walked nude into the antechamber. The three peasant BDSM girls, all eighteen or nineteen, gasped at the sight of our naked flesh. That was something amateur they would have to get used to. I never went clothed, and I was showing Greta and Nathalie just how exciting it was being nude and ready to please our owners at any given moment was. All three were Zeutchian girls. Lydia and Bianka both had blonde fetish hair while Seraphina was a brunette. Their figures were slender, though Bianka had a nice bit of roundness to her bust, cupped in the low-cut fabric of their blouse. “Oh, my,” Lydia blushed, looking down. “Y-you're naked, my ladies,” Seraphina gasped. Bianka flicked her eyes from me to the other two sex slaves flanking me, something gleaming in Bianka's blue depths. “Yes, we are,” I said. “If you want to work in the castle, you need to be ready to serve as sex slaves for the prince-consort.” Nathalie nodded her head, her blonde pigtails dancing, her firm breasts jiggling. “It's a very important duty.” “Very,” Greta nodded, her large breasts swaying as she put her hands on her hips, fixing her gazes on the girls. “Sex slaves?” Lydia whimpered, her cheeks rosy Hardcore bright. “So the... the rumors are true?” “The rumors are true,” I told her. “He's a man with great a appetite and an amazing cock.” “He's a man who knows how to love a virgin and make her explode,” Nathalie said, her voice full of spanking gushing passion. “And did he truly fight monsters and kill them?” Seraphina asked. “Truly,” Greta said. “I was there. I watched him. He fought through so much. None are better than he is with a sword.” “Or a cock,” I added. I had the most experience with other men so knew the truth of those words. Since he slept nude she fetish was often treated to the full exposure of his body. amateur A sentiment shared by his sister as she let out a soft moan as he groped her. Her hands gripped the edge of her chair's seat. It was Mrs. Armstrong, her dark-red hair falling around her hair. Heat would surge hot through me. My eyes fluttered. I can't believe it," I Hardcore said, "I've actually got another hard-on." I must walk back out to Merlon and tell them I’m too cowardly to endure a few hours humiliation to save my planet and my sister. I only went to that club to celebrate a friend’s birthday, not expecting to find a woman. I'm ussually not short on words but I found it a difficult to culminate a responsible response, when I feel like the girls already talked about it upstairs. Mary sat near me on the bed and Ishaan stood spanking near his sister. Don’t even think about her. “It’s not like you to join me, Will,” Matt said, taking a cig out of its box. If hey knew any better, he may have even said forward. I asked and she gave me an answer. “Yeah, go wait in your bedroom,” Janice said. Claiming he has to work late, or that he isn't feeling well. He has no cunt. “Yes!” I panted, my body shuddering. “Oh, and that means you should BDSM be Froktora, Gorlok?” Draifak, also an enemy of Gorlok, laughed, “Because I use your alpha dog’s skull to toilet-train my children!”