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Andy turned his head, and the moment he saw the blonde maid who had immobilized him earlier, he recognized her—Kasmira, the boss of the isolation zone. She then led him firmly out of the cell. She wore a curious maid outfit instead of her usual guard armor: a tight black-and-white uniform that hugged her body like a second skin. Her enormous, fat breasts strained against the low-cut bodice, jiggling heavily with every step, nipples faintly visible through the thin fabric. Her huge, gelatinous ass swayed beneath the short skirt, thick thighs rubbing together audibly.
She guided him up the stairs from the isolation zone to the reception room, empty at this late hour, then up another flight to a private bedroom. Two guards stood at the door but stepped aside at Kasmira's silent gesture.
Inside, Theresa lounged on a plush sofa, sipping red wine from a crystal glass. She wore only a loose white bathrobe that gaped open, barely containing her massive, dense breasts—colossal, heavy orbs that rose and fell with each breath, deep cleavage spilling out. Her plump, juicy ass spread beneath her on the cushions, robe riding up to show thick thighs.
"I brought him as ordered, Theresa," Kasmira said, bowing slightly.
"Thank you, Kasmira."
Theresa took a slow sip, then smiled warmly at Andy. "Ah, there you are, Andy. I've been waiting."
Andy felt a rush of excitement and nerves. He remembered their first time—Theresa squeezing his cock so hard it nearly broke him, her pussy a vice of wet heat that milked him dry.
"Do you need something from me?" he asked.
Theresa set the glass down. "Nothing important. I just heard something interesting about you today… and I want to check up close."
"What do you mean?" Andy asked, confused.
"Ever since I had sex with you, my pussy's been on fire," Theresa said bluntly. "I even let my succubus form slip out unintentionally. I've been thinking about repeating it… but you know the rules. Guards and maids can't fuck the products without Madam Roxanne's permission."
"I know. So what?"
Theresa raised an eyebrow. "Then why were you "eat" Robin while the rest of us dealt with that altercation between prisoners?"
Andy froze, body going rigid. If she told Roxanne, his escape plan was over—dead.
Theresa read his panic and smiled. "Sex with an maid while in re-education is a double offense. That alone would get you executed."
"Does Robin know you know?" Andy asked.
"No. And I plan to cover for her. She's my best friend—we grew up together."
Andy realized this wasn't a trial. "What do you want from me?"
Theresa laughed softly. "Fufufu… smart boy. When Kasmira told me how you fucked her, I thought about reporting it. But then I remembered how good that thick cock felt inside me… and I changed my mind."
She finished her wine. Kasmira refilled the glass without a word. Theresa stood, letting the robe slip off her shoulders. Her colossal breasts bounced free—huge, fat, perfect orbs with stiff pink nipples. Her wide hips flared into a plump, juicy ass that jiggled as she stepped closer.
"I'm a working woman," Theresa purred. "But seeing that monster cock made my libido explode. I've been a bigger slut ever since. So you have to take responsibility."
Andy's breath caught. "?!"
"Take it out and come here," Theresa commanded. "Fuck me good with that beast, and maybe—maybe—I'll forget what happened today and drown in pleasure instead."
She spread her legs slightly, robe pooling at her feet, her shaved pussy already glistening, plump lips parted and wet. Kasmira watched silently from the side, expression blank, as Theresa waited for Andy to obey.
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Night fell over the imposing Murkia Castle, the grand halls quiet except for the sharp pop of a champagne cork. King Alvin poured a glass with practiced elegance for the towering centaur across the table. Fideer "The White One," leader of the Centaur Tribe, stood 2.26 meters tall, his powerful human upper body bare except for a simple necklace holding a dandelion. His bushy beard and brown eyes gave him a wild, imposing presence, while his lower half—the muscular white horse body—shifted restlessly. He accepted the glass with a drunken grin.
The negotiations had succeeded. Alvin's feigned smile hid his satisfaction: the Centaur Tribe, once neutral under their skeptical former leader Daemon "Beautiful Tail," had finally chosen a side. Last year, Fideer had challenged and defeated Daemon in a brutal duel, seizing leadership and shifting the tribe's politics toward alliances.
Only the Archipelago of Witches and the Vampire Kingdom of Bloodworth remained neutral and had not chosen sides.
"Hahaha… don't drown me in champagne, King Alvin," Fideer laughed, already visibly drunk. "I want to stay sharp."
The two families shared dinner at the long table. Alvin, his wife Monica, and their twins Victoria and Simon sat with refined poise. Fideer's family was the opposite—vulgar, loud, eating with their hands, dispensing with cutlery. His four sons—Riven, Kael, Vaelin, and Seltgene—galloped wildly through the dining room, also drunk. His daughter Lyra gazed dreamily out the window at the stars. Fideer's wife Thora—"The Shield Maiden"—rode a middle-aged servant right there at the table, moaning madly as she slammed her hips down.
"Hahahaha, this is fun!" Fideer roared. "Hey wife, how's that servant's cock? Satisfying you?"
Thora, her colossal breasts bouncing wildly—enormous, fat orbs that slapped against her chest with every downward thrust—groaned in frustration. The servant beneath her had already emptied himself inside her, his small, pathetic cock wilting uselessly before reaching her depths. Disappointed, she lifted herself off him, the man's body slumping unconscious to the floor as she dismounted.
"You humans are useless," she snarled. "No one has a big enough cock. I'm so frustrated."
She returned to the table, thick ropes of semen slowly leaking from her horse-like anus, dripping down the curve of her equine hindquarters in sticky white trails, and sat down beside Fideer as if nothing had happened.
"Hahaha, time to go then," Fideer said.
Alvin rose, extending his hand. "A pleasure."
Fideer's food-smeared hand shook it firmly. "Same."
The centaur family departed. From the high window, Alvin watched them go, then turned to his family.
"Thank you for enduring them. I know what it's like to be surrounded by flea-ridden beasts. Return to your rooms."
Simon and Victoria left together. In the hallway, Victoria said quietly, "Big brother… come to my room for a moment."
Simon nodded.
Once inside, door closed and no one listening, Victoria reached between his legs and grabbed his small penis through his pants.
Simon gasped. "What are you doing? You know we can't."
"I know," Victoria said, pulling it out. It was tiny—barely a few inches hard, pathetic and twitching in her fingers. "I know we can't do anything because you're a Knight. Knights aren't allowed sex in life… which is why you struggle so much with your libido."
She stroked him with just two fingers—his cock so small her whole hand wasn't needed. Simon's face flushed with embarrassment and arousal, eyes averted.
"Why don't you get hard?" Victoria asked, voice calm and serious despite her actions.
"I… can't get turned on, sis. You're the only one who does it for me," Simon admitted, voice shaking.
Victoria had taken it upon herself to secretly masturbate him every night, releasing his pent-up lust without crossing into incest. They never went further.
But tonight, his little penis stayed limp even under her touch. Victoria frowned.
"What's wrong? You don't get turned on by me anymore?"
Simon looked away, mortified.
"Do you want to do it with me?" she asked.
"I can't, sis… you know I'd break the rules," Simon said, refusing.
"If you can't get hard," she said calmly, "then I'll have to sleep with another man, one who can really make me a woman."
Simon's eyes widened, a mix of shock and jealousy flashing across his face.
"You're my little sister!" he protested weakly. "You're only three minutes and forty-two seconds younger than me!"
Victoria ignored him, continuing in her steady, emotionless tone.
"I want a thick, fat cock that'll take my virginity properly. Something big enough to stretch me, fill me up… make me scream."
She noticed Simon's tiny penis twitch and harden instantly at her words, the pathetic little thing now standing straight despite its size.
Victoria tilted her head slightly, realizing she might have gone too far—but seeing her brother's reaction, the way his small cock throbbed helplessly just from hearing her talk like that, only made her bolder. She smiled faintly, eyes locked on his erection.
"Looks like that got you hard after all," she whispered. "Maybe you do like hearing your big sister talk dirty or maybe you are a...."
"No… no, we can't," he stammered, voice cracking with embarrassment and panic. He quickly pulled away, fumbling to tuck his pathetic little erection back into his pants with trembling hands. "This isn't right. I—I have to go."
He stood abruptly, cheeks flaming, avoiding her eyes as he rushed toward the door. His small cock still strained against the fabric, a humiliating bulge that only made him more desperate to escape.
Victoria watched him go, her expression calm and serious, but a faint, knowing smile curved her lips as the door clicked shut behind him.
"So that's what excites him, she thought, the realization settling in with quiet satisfaction. Hearing me talk about other men… about a big cock stretching me. My poor big brother gets hard from his little sister's dirty fantasies."
She sat back on the bed, legs crossed, already plotting her next move. The shame on his face had been delicious—and the way his tiny penis had betrayed him even harder at her words told her everything she needed to know.
Simon fled down the hallway, heart hammering, face buried in his hands, utterly humiliated and confused by his own arousal. The prodigy knight—known throughout the kingdom for his exceptional skill, discipline, and serious demeanor—now looked like a flustered boy, cheeks burning red as he hurried away from his sister's room.
Behind him, Victoria's soft smile lingered in the quiet room, the first true crack in their innocent sibling bond widening into something darker, more forbidden. She sat on the edge of the bed, fingers still tingling from where she'd touched him, already plotting her next subtle step to draw out the hidden desires he tried so desperately to hide.