The numbers didn't lie—and Valentino fucking loved it when numbers made him richer.
He lounged in the plush leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, the fabric of his pants stretched tight across his thighs. The conference room was all chrome and glass, Vox's preferred aesthetic, cold and clinical except for the velvet cushions Valentino had insisted on. His phone glowed in his hand, the screen displaying footage that made his golden fang glint as his lips curled into a satisfied smile.
On the screen, Yoruichi worked the pole like she'd been born to it. The purple-haired beauty wore nothing but scraps of glittering fabric that left absolutely nothing to the imagination—her full breasts barely contained by two triangles of shimmering cloth, her round ass cheeks practically swallowing the thin string of her thong as she bent and twisted around the chrome pole. Her dark skin gleamed with a sheen of sweat under the club lights, every muscle in her toned body flexing as she spun and grinded. The camera angle captured the hungry faces of the sinners watching her, bills clutched in their clawed hands, but Valentino's focus remained fixed on the way her thighs gripped the pole, the arch of her back, the bounce of her tits as she dropped into a split.
"—and the engagement metrics are through the fucking roof," Velvet was saying, her voice cutting through his pleasant distraction. She stood at the head of the table in a skintight dress that hugged every curve of her petite frame, her perfectly manicured fingers swiping through holographic displays. "We're talking a three-hundred-percent increase in subscriptions since the Yoruichi content dropped. Three. Hundred."
Valentino hummed in acknowledgment, still watching Yoruichi's hips roll in hypnotic circles. The bitch moved like liquid sin.
"Val, are you even listening?" Velvet's tone sharpened, but he waved a dismissive hand.
"I'm listening, chica. Keep going."
The footage shifted—must have been a different camera angle. Now he could see the full length of Yoruichi's body as she climbed the pole, her ass jutting out toward the crowd, the muscles in her arms flexing as she held herself suspended upside down. Her hair cascaded toward the floor, and when she smiled at the camera, it was pure predatory seduction.
"The appeal is insane," Velvet continued. "We've got demons who've never touched our content before signing up. Even some of the bigwigs from the Lust Ring are—"
The entire table shook with a violent SLAM.
Valentino's head snapped up, his antenna twitching in irritation. Vox stood at the opposite end of the conference table, one hand still pressed flat against the glass surface, electricity crackling between his fingers. His screen-face displayed that sharp-toothed grin, but the pixels around his eyes flickered with barely contained annoyance.
"Are we boring you, Val?" Vox's voice held that dangerous electronic edge, the one that meant his ego was feeling neglected. "Because if watching your new pet shake her ass is more important than discussing how we're going to capitalize on this goldmine, maybe you should go jerk off in your office instead."
Valentino's grin widened, showing off every sharp tooth in his mouth. "You know what, Voxxy? That's actually a fantastic fucking idea."
He didn't look up from his phone, where Yoruichi had transitioned into a floor routine that involved spreading her thighs wide enough to give the front row a perfect view of her barely-covered cunt. The sight made his cock twitch with interest.
"I'd much rather jerk off during this meeting. At least then I'd be having fun."
Velvet's exasperated sigh filled the room. Her eyes rolled so hard Valentino could practically hear it. Vox's screen flickered with static irritation, but the television-headed demon settled back into his chair with a huff of electrical discharge. They were used to his shit by now.
"Fine. Be a pervert. Just pay attention to the important parts," Velvet snapped, returning to her holographic displays.
Valentino leaned back further, spreading his legs wider as his lower set of hands casually adjusted the growing bulge in his white pants. The footage continued playing, Yoruichi's moans audible even through his phone's speakers as she ground against the stage floor.
"So," Vox said, his voice crackling with forced professionalism, "we need to strike while the iron's hot. The question is—do we flood the market with content, or do we create artificial scarcity?"
"Scarcity," Velvet answered immediately. "We drip-feed premium content. Make them desperate for it. Drive up subscription prices for exclusive access."
"We could do live shows," Vox suggested, his screen brightening as he warmed to the idea. "Pay-per-view events. Charge a premium for real-time interaction."
Valentino hummed, only half-listening as Yoruichi's scene transitioned to something more explicit—her fingers sliding beneath the thin fabric of her thong. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against the confines of his pants.
"Private sessions," he murmured, the words coming automatically even as his attention remained fixed on the screen. "High rollers pay for one-on-one time. We set up VIP rooms with cameras. Monetize every angle."
"Now you're thinking," Vox said, electricity crackling with approval. "We could integrate it with my surveillance network. Multi-camera setups. Different subscription tiers for different views."
"And I can promote it across all social channels," Velvet added, swiping through more data. "Create influencer partnerships. Get other demons talking about it, building hype."
They continued throwing ideas back and forth—merchandising opportunities, cross-promotional deals with other Overlords, expansion into new venues. Valentino contributed when necessary, his business mind working on autopilot while his eyes devoured every frame of Yoruichi's performance. The way her pussy lips pressed against that tiny strip of fabric. The bounce and sway of her tits. The arch of her spine as she presented herself to the camera like a bitch in heat.
Fuck, he needed to get his hands on more talent like this.
The thought crystallized into action. Valentino stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the polished floor. His wings unfurled slightly as he straightened to his full height, phone still clutched in one hand.
"Val? Where the fuck are you going?" Vox's screen swiveled to track him as he headed toward the door.
Valentino paused, glancing back over his shoulder. His grin stretched wider, hungrier, his golden fang glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights. The grimoire was calling to him—all that potential, all those dimensions full of desperate, talented bitches who didn't even know what Hell had to offer yet.
"Getting more talent, amorcitos."
He didn't wait for their response. The door swung shut behind him as he strode toward the elevator, his mind already calculating which realm to visit first. The grimoire had shown him so many options, so many worlds full of beings with marketable skills and fuckable bodies. His cock still strained against his pants, the footage of Yoruichi still playing on his phone, and the combination of arousal and ambition made his blood sing with anticipation.
The elevator doors opened with a soft chime. Valentino stepped inside, already pulling up the grimoire's location on his phone. Time to expand his empire even further.
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Being back with the living was always an interesting feeling for Valentino. The living air tasted different—fresher, cleaner, lacking the sulfuric undertone that permeated every breath in Hell. Valentino inhaled deeply as he materialized in what appeared to be some kind of pastoral landscape, all rolling green hills and impossibly blue sky. The grimoire's magic still tingled across his skin, a pleasant buzz that made his wings flutter involuntarily.
The path beneath his feet wound through what looked like farmland, though the architecture in the distance caught his attention immediately. A massive castle loomed on the horizon, all turrets and towers that screamed medieval fantasy bullshit.
Valentino's grin widened as he strolled along the path, his multiple hands adjusting his coat and checking his phone. The device still worked, thank fuck, though the signal showed nothing. He'd have to rely on old-fashioned scouting for now.
The sound of humming reached his sensitive antenna first—a soft, dreamy melody that seemed to drift on the breeze. His head swiveled toward the source, and there she was.
A girl—no, a young woman—sat cross-legged in the tall grass beside the path, her attention focused entirely on something in her hands. Pale skin, almost luminescent in the afternoon sunlight. Hair the color of dirty honey cascaded past her shoulders in wild, uncombed waves. She wore some kind of school uniform, though she'd clearly personalized it with bizarre additions—cork necklaces, radish earrings, and what looked like fucking bottle caps strung together.
But it was her face that made Valentino stop walking.
Those eyes. Huge, protuberant, silvery-gray and completely unfocused as she stared at whatever occupied her attention. Her lips moved silently, forming words he couldn't hear, and there was something utterly detached about her expression—like she existed slightly outside of reality itself.
Fuck me.
The thought hit him with the force of a revelation. This bitch was perfect. Not in the conventional way—she lacked the overt sexuality of Yoruichi, the practiced seduction of his usual performers. But there was something about that dreamy, disconnected quality that made his business instincts sing.
The untouched innocent angle. The ethereal waif. Demons would pay through the fucking nose to watch someone like her get corrupted.
Valentino approached her with measured steps, his heels clicking softly against the packed earth of the path. She didn't look up, didn't acknowledge his presence even as his shadow fell across her lap. Up close, he could see what held her attention—some kind of plant with strange, bulbous growths that definitely didn't belong in any botanical textbook he'd ever seen.
Not that he'd ever read a fucking botanical textbook.
"Well, hello there, hermosa," he purred, letting his voice drip with honeyed charm. "What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone out here?"
The girl's head tilted slowly, dreamlike, until those enormous silver eyes focused somewhere past his left shoulder. Her expression remained utterly serene, untouched by wariness or fear. Most humans would have reacted by now—startled, frightened, something. But this one just blinked at him with all the concern of a particularly placid house cat.
"I'm collecting Dirigible Plums," she said, her voice soft and distant. "They're quite rare, you know. Most people can't see them."
Perfect. The bitch was completely delusional.
Valentino's grin stretched wider as his eyes began to glow with cerise light, the hypnotic power rolling off him in waves. His red smoke curled from his fingers, drifting toward her face in delicate spirals. The girl watched the smoke approach with mild curiosity, her head tilting further as if observing some fascinating natural phenomenon.
"Why don't you come with me, querida?" His voice took on that layered quality, the one that made his commands impossible to resist. "I've got something much more interesting to show you."
The smoke wrapped around her face like a lover's caress, seeping into her nose and mouth with each breath. Those silver eyes went hazy, unfocused in a different way now—not dreamy but glazed, empty of will. Her lips parted slightly, and when she spoke, her voice held that flat, obedient quality that made his cock twitch with satisfaction.
"Yes... I'll come with you."
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The studio lights blazed hot against Valentino's skin as he surveyed the set with a critical eye, his multiple hands adjusting details here and there. The art department had outdone themselves this the whole place was tuned into a picnic with a grassy hill that featured a rabbit hole large enough for a person to crawl through.
But the real masterpiece stood in the center of it all.
Luna.
Fuck, she was perfect.
The costume department had dressed her in a modified Alice outfit that walked the razor's edge between innocent and obscene. The blue pinafore dress clung to her willowy frame, the fabric so sheer that he could see the pale outline of her small breasts beneath it, her nipples barely concealed by the white apron overtop. They'd shortened the skirt to an almost criminal length—it barely covered the tops of her thighs, and when she moved, he caught glimpses of white lace panties underneath.
The white stockings hugged her slender legs, held up by garter straps that disappeared beneath the abbreviated skirt. Her feet were bare, just as she'd been when he found her, and something about that detail made the whole ensemble even more perverse—the vulnerable innocence of naked feet combined with the slutty schoolgirl aesthetic.
They'd left her hair mostly wild, those dirty blonde waves cascading past her shoulders in deliberately artful tangles. A black headband sat atop her head, the bow positioned perfectly.
But her face—fuck, her face was what sold it.
Those enormous silver eyes stared out at nothing, glazed and distant from his hypnotic control but somehow still retaining that ethereal, disconnected quality that had attracted him in the first place. Her pale lips were parted slightly, painted a soft pink that made them look perpetually wet and kissable. Her expression held no awareness, no understanding of what was about to happen to her, and that blank innocence made his cock strain against his pants with desperate need.
Valentino circled her slowly, drinking in every detail. The way the dress hugged her narrow waist. The delicate curve of her neck. The smooth expanse of pale thigh visible between stocking-top and skirt-hem. She stood perfectly still under his examination, a living doll waiting to be posed and played with.
"Fucking beautiful," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. His lower hands adjusted his erection through his pants while his upper hands gestured to the crew. "Everyone clear the set. I want only essential personnel—camera operators, sound, lighting. Everyone else, get the fuck out."
The unnecessary crew members scrambled to comply, the studio door slamming behind the last of them. Valentino turned his attention back to Luna, his grin stretching wide enough to show every sharp tooth.
"Alright, amorcitos—places!" Valentino called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous studio. "And... action!"
Luna moved with that same dreamy quality, drifting across the artificial grass to settle herself upon the checkered picnic blanket. The fabric of her abbreviated skirt rode up dangerously high as she folded her legs beneath her, those white lace panties flashing for just a moment before she adjusted herself into a demure seated position. She reached for the leather-bound prop book the set designers had left there, opening it with delicate fingers.
She began to read—or pretend to read, her glazed eyes moving across the pages with that unfocused quality that made her look perpetually lost in thought. The lights caught the sheer fabric of her dress just right, illuminating the subtle shadow of her small breasts, the faint outline of her nipples pressing against the material.
The sound of heavy footfalls echoed from the left. A massive figure burst into frame. White rabbit ears protruded from the man's head, twitching with feigned anxiety, but the rest of him was gloriously, obscenely naked.
The rabbit-man's cock swung heavily between his muscular thighs as he ran across the set, the massive shaft already half-hard and bouncing with each frantic step.
"Dreadfully late! Oh my, oh dear, I shall be most grievously late!" The White Rabbit's voice carried that affected Victorian panic as he clutched an oversized pocket watch, his rabbit ears flattening against his skull in distress.
Luna's head lifted from her book, those enormous silver eyes tracking the movement with dreamy curiosity. Her gaze drift downward slowly, inevitably until she was staring directly at that magnificent cock swinging between the rabbit-man's legs.
Something flickered behind the her detached expression. Her pale lips parted further, a soft exhale escaping them. Her thighs pressed together beneath her skirt and her nipples hardened into visible points beneath the sheer fabric, the slight flush creeping across her pale cheeks, the unconscious way her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She could not hide what this dick was doing to her body.
"Oh my, oh dear!" The White Rabbit sprinted past her toward the artificial rabbit hole, that glorious cock still swaying and bouncing. He dove headfirst into the opening, his muscular ass disappearing into the darkness with comic haste.
Luna sat frozen for a moment, her glazed eyes fixed on the spot where he'd vanished. Her book slipped from her fingers, forgotten, as she rose to her feet with that same fluid, dreamlike grace. But now there was something else in her movements—a hesitancy, a shy uncertainty that contrasted nicely with the body so obviously desperate for relief.
She approached the rabbit hole slowly, her bare feet silent against the artificial grass. The cameras tracked her from multiple angles as she knelt before the opening, her abbreviated skirt riding up to expose the full curve of her ass, those white lace panties now completely visible. She paused there, her head tilting with that characteristic disconnected curiosity.
Then she moved forward, crawling into the hole with tentative determination.
For a moment, nothing happened. Luna's upper body had vanished into the darkness, her ass and legs still visible outside the hole. Then she tried to push forward—and stopped.
Stuck.
She begin to struggle, her hips wedging firmly in the opening that was just slightly too narrow for her frame. She wriggled and squirmed, her movements growing more frantic, and with each twist of her body that tiny skirt rode higher and higher up her thighs.
The white lace panties stretched taut across her ass as she pushed and pulled, the fabric pulling tight enough to outline the cleft of her pussy beneath. Her pale thighs spread wider as she braced her knees against the grass, trying desperately to free herself, and the cameras captured every obscene angle—the way her panties dug into the crack of her ass, the smooth expanse of her inner thighs, the vulnerable arch of her spine as she struggled.
"Oh... oh dear," Luna's soft voice drifted from inside the hole, that dreamy quality now tinged with genuine confusion. "I appear to be most dreadfully stuck. How very peculiar..."
Her ass wiggled frantically, those perfect pale cheeks jiggling with the effort. The skirt had ridden up completely now, bunched around her narrow waist, leaving her entire lower half exposed to the hungry cameras. The white lace panties were so thin, so delicate, that he could see the shadow of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric, could imagine how wet she must be getting from all that friction and arousal.
The sound of footsteps approaching made Luna's struggles intensify. Two figures emerged from behind the artificial shrubbery, their costumes as garish and mismatched as the Wonderland aesthetic demanded.
The Mad Hatter wore a tattered top hat perched at a precarious angle atop his wild hair, his lanky frame draped in a patchwork coat of clashing purples and greens. His companion, the March Hare, was shorter and stockier, with actual rabbit ears protruding from his matted brown hair. Both men were fully clothed—for now—their exaggerated movements and twitching gestures perfectly capturing that manic, unhinged energy.
They stopped short at the sight before them, tilting their heads in perfect synchronization as they examined Luna's exposed lower half with theatrical confusion.
"My dear Hare, what peculiar sight have we stumbled upon?" The Mad Hatter's voice carried that rapid, nonsensical quality as he circled around to get a better view. "It appears to be a girl! Or perhaps half a girl? Most curious indeed!"
"Most curious, most unusual, most extraordinarily strange!" The March Hare agreed, his words tumbling over each other in agitated excitement. "The top half has vanished entirely! Disappeared! Gone to wherever tops go when they abandon their bottoms!"
Luna's muffled voice drifted from inside the rabbit hole, that soft, dreamy quality now edged with genuine distress. "Oh, excuse me? Might you gentlemen provide some assistance? I seem to have become rather inconveniently wedged."
The Mad Hatter and March Hare exchanged theatrical glances, their heads bobbing in that twitchy, bird-like manner.
"Assistance! Yes, yes, we must provide assistance!" The Mad Hatter declared, dropping to his knees behind Luna's exposed form. "That is what gentlemen do when confronted with stuck young ladies, is it not, dear Hare?"
"Indeed, indeed! Most gentlemanly! Most helpful! Most absolutely necessary!" The March Hare joined his companion on the grass, his hands already reaching out toward Luna's pale thighs.
Luna's body went rigid as four hands made contact with her exposed skin. The Mad Hatter's fingers splayed across the curve of her right ass cheek, his palm pressing into the soft flesh through the thin white lace of her panties. The March Hare's hands wrapped around her left thigh, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive inner portion with firm, deliberate pressure.
"We shall help by examining the situation most thoroughly!" The Mad Hatter announced, his hands beginning to knead and massage Luna's ass with slow, circular motions. His fingers dug into the pliant flesh, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that made the white lace pull tighter against her pussy.
The March Hare's hands slid lower, caressing down her calf to grasp her bare foot. His fingers worked into the arch, massaging with surprising skill, while his other hand continued stroking up and down her thigh in long, firm sweeps.
A sound escaped Luna—soft, breathy, unmistakably a moan. Her hips shifted involuntarily, pressing back against the Mad Hatter's groping hands, and her toes curled under the March Hare's ministrations.
"W-what... what are you doing?" Luna's voice drifted from the hole, confused and breathless. "This doesn't feel like... oh... this is most unusual assistance..."
"Unusual?" The Mad Hatter's hands squeezed harder, his fingers slipping under the edge of her panties to touch bare skin. "Why, we're helping most helpfully! Providing aid in your time of need! Isn't that right, dear Hare?"
"Most right, most correct, most absolutely proper!" The March Hare's hands had moved to her other foot now, his thumbs pressing into her sole while his fingers wrapped around her ankle. His other hand never stopped that maddening stroking of her inner thigh, climbing higher and higher with each pass. "We are being exceedingly helpful!"
Luna moaned again, louder this time, her whole body trembling under their touch. Her ass pushed back against the Mad Hatter's groping hands, seeking more of that forbidden contact even as confusion colored her dreamy voice. "But this... this feels rather... oh my..."
The Mad Hatter paused in his massage, his head tilting as he examined Luna's trapped form with exaggerated scrutiny. He turned to his companion with sudden revelation, his eyes wide and manic.
"Dear Hare! I believe I've discovered the source of our stuck friend's predicament!"
"The source! The cause! The very root of the problem!" The March Hare's hands stilled on Luna's trembling legs. "Do tell, do share, do enlighten!"
"The issue, you see, is most obvious once properly observed!" The Mad Hatter's fingers hooked into the waistband of Luna's white lace panties, tugging experimentally. "She is wearing far too many clothes! The excess fabric creates unnecessary bulk, which prevents proper passage through appropriately sized holes!"
"Too many clothes! Excessive coverage! Superfluous garments!" The March Hare nodded enthusiastically, his own hands moving to assist. "If only she wore less, she would fit most perfectly!"
Luna's entire body went rigid, a flush of deep crimson spread across what little of her neck remained visible above the hole's opening. "I... that is to say... I'm not certain that's quite proper—"
But the Mad Hatter and March Hare were already moving. Their fingers hooked into the delicate lace, and with synchronized efficiency, they began sliding Luna's panties down her trembling thighs.
The white lace slid down her thighs with agonizing slowness, the delicate fabric catching briefly on her knees before the Mad Hatter whisked it away entirely, dangling the soaked panties from one finger like a trophy.
Luna's bare pussy and ass were now completely exposed to the blazing studio lights, and the cameras captured every obscene detail in crystal clarity. Her ass cheeks were perfectly round and pale, the smooth flesh unmarred except for the faint red marks where the Mad Hatter's fingers had dug in. The globes sat high and firm on her slender frame, separated by a delicate cleft that led down to—
Her cunt.
Pink and glistening, her pussy lips were already swollen with arousal, the delicate folds slick with moisture that caught the light. Her entrance was small, tight, virginal-looking, but unmistakably wet. A thin trail of arousal had already begun to leak down her inner thigh, the clear fluid making her pale skin shine. Above her slit. her clit peeked out—a tiny bud of flesh that seemed to pulse with each ragged breath she took.
"Oh my... oh dear..." Luna's voice trembled from inside the rabbit hole, thick with mortification. "This is most... most improper... I shouldn't... this isn't..."
But even as protest formed in her words, her hips shifted backward, presenting herself more fully to their hungry gazes. Her thighs spread slightly wider, unconsciously offering better access, and another trickle of arousal slipped from her entrance to join the wetness coating her skin.
The Mad Hatter and March Hare resumed their groping with renewed enthusiasm, their hands roaming freely over Luna's exposed flesh now that the barrier of fabric had been removed. The Mad Hatter's palms cupped her bare ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading the pliant flesh with rough appreciation. His thumbs pressed into the cleft between them, spreading her open to expose the tight pucker of her asshole.
"Most helpful indeed!" The Mad Hatter declared, his fingers sliding lower to trace along the wetness coating her inner thighs. "See how much more accessible everything becomes without those troublesome garments!"
The March Hare's hands worked up from her calves to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he massaged in firm circles. Each upward stroke brought his hands closer to her dripping cunt, and Luna's whole body trembled with each near-miss.
"P-please..." Luna's voice had gone breathy and desperate, the dreamy quality giving way to raw need. "This is... I shouldn't be... Oh..." She gasped so pitifully.
Another moan escaped her as the Mad Hatter's fingers finally made contact with her pussy, his fingertips grazing along her slick folds in a teasing caress. Her hips bucked back against the touch, seeking more pressure, more friction, anything to relieve the aching heat building between her thighs.
"Dear me, dear Hare!" The Mad Hatter suddenly exclaimed, pulling his hands away from Luna's quivering flesh. "All this exertion has made me most dreadfully parched! I find myself in desperate need of refreshment!"
"Parched! Thirsty! In need of liquid sustenance!" The March Hare agreed, his own hands stilling their exploration. "If only we had something to drink! Some beverage! Some fluid to wet our terribly dry throats!"
The Mad Hatter's head tilted as he examined Luna's exposed cunt, where arousal continued to leak steadily from her entrance. A manic grin spread across his face as he pointed directly at her dripping pussy.
"Why, there's something to drink right here, dear Hare! Fresh and plentiful! The most delightful refreshment!"
"Right here! Right there! Right before our very eyes!" The March Hare's expression matched his companion's gleeful revelation. "We need not search far for our beverage!"
Before Luna could form a coherent protest, the Mad Hatter dove forward, his face burying itself between her spread thighs. His tongue made contact with her pussy in one long, broad stroke, licking from her clit all the way back to her entrance in a single movement that made Luna cry out in shocked pleasure.
"Oh! Oh my! That's—that's not—ahhhhh!"
The Mad Hatter's tongue worked with manic enthusiasm, lapping at her folds like a man dying of thirst. He traced along her slit, gathering the arousal that coated her skin, then drove his tongue directly into her tight entrance. The wet muscle pushed inside her cunt, stretching the virgin walls as he fucked her with his tongue in rapid, jerking thrusts.
Luna's entire body convulsed, her back arching as much as her trapped position would allow. Her hands must have been scrabbling against something inside the rabbit hole because her lower half began to shake violently, her thighs clenching around the Mad Hatter's head as waves of sensation crashed through her.
"My turn! My turn! I require refreshment as well!" The March Hare pushed his companion aside, his own mouth descending on Luna's dripping cunt before the Mad Hatter had fully withdrawn.
The March Hare's technique differed from his companion's—where the Mad Hatter had been frantic and aggressive, the March Hare's tongue moved in long, slow drags that covered every inch of her pussy. He started at her clit, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue until Luna was whimpering, then traced down along her folds to her entrance. His tongue pushed inside her, not as deep as the Mad Hatter's had gone, but wider, stretching her differently as he mashed his head as far into her ass as he could.
Luna's thighs clamped around the March Hare's head as her entire body seized, pleasure crashing through her in waves that made her vision white out. Her pussy clenched rhythmically, releasing a flood of arousal directly into the March Hare's eager mouth as she came harder than she'd ever experienced in her life. The orgasm tore through her trapped body, making her shake and convulse, her bare feet drumming against the artificial grass as she sobbed incoherent sounds into the darkness of the rabbit hole.
The March Hare drank greedily, his tongue still working against her spasming cunt, lapping up every drop of her release until Luna's trembling began to subside into occasional aftershocks.
"Most refreshing! Most delicious! Most absolutely satisfying!" The March Hare finally pulled away, his face glistening with her arousal as he smacked his lips appreciatively.
Luna's body went limp, her legs splaying wide as she tried to catch her breath. Her mind felt foggy, disconnected, struggling to process what had just happened through the haze of lingering pleasure. Her pussy still throbbed with aftershocks, oversensitive and swollen.
"I... oh my... that was most..." Her voice drifted weakly from inside the hole, barely coherent.
The Mad Hatter tapped his chin thoughtfully, circling around to examine Luna's still-trapped form. "Dear Hare, we appear to have neglected our primary objective! The young lady remains most stubbornly stuck!"
"Stuck! Wedged! Thoroughly trapped!" The March Hare agreed, hopping to his feet with renewed energy. "We must devise a solution! A method! A way to dislodge our friend!"
"Indeed, indeed!" The Mad Hatter's eyes lit up with manic inspiration. "I believe the tried and true method would serve us best in this predicament!"
"The tried and true! The tested and proven! The absolutely reliable method!" The March Hare nodded enthusiastically. "And what method might that be?"
The Mad Hatter began unfastening his garish patchwork coat, his fingers working at the buttons with exaggerated deliberation. "Why, pushing of course! One must push what is stuck until it becomes unstuck! Simple physics, dear Hare!"
His coat fell away, followed quickly by his shirt and trousers. When he stood naked, his cock jutted proudly from his lean frame—thick and flushed dark with arousal, the head already glistening with precum. It bobbed with each of his twitchy movements, and he gripped it firmly in one hand as he positioned himself behind Luna's exposed lower half.
"Pushing! Of course! How brilliantly simple!" The March Hare clapped his hands together. "Push her right through!"
Luna's body tensed as she felt the Mad Hatter's presence behind her, the heat of his naked skin radiating against her oversensitive pussy. "W-wait... what sort of pushing do you—oh!"
Her question cut off in a sharp cry as the Mad Hatter lined up his cock with her dripping entrance and thrust forward in one smooth motion. Her tight cunt stretched around his thick shaft, the walls still fluttering from her recent orgasm as he buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"There we are! Pushing most effectively!" The Mad Hatter declared, his hands gripping Luna's hips as he held himself deep inside her.
Luna's entire body went rigid, then began trembling violently. The sensation of being filled so completely, so suddenly, after the intensity of her orgasm made her head spin. Her pussy clenched around the intrusion, simultaneously trying to accommodate and reject the thick cock stretching her open.
"Oh... oh no... I'm going to... it's too much... I can't—" Her voice rose in pitch, desperate and overwhelmed.
The Mad Hatter pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again with more force. His hips slapped against her ass as he established a rhythm, fucking into her with steady, deliberate strokes that made her whole body rock forward with each impact.
"Push, push, push! Most vigorous pushing!" The March Hare cheered from the sidelines, bouncing on his heels with excitement. "That's the way! Push her right through that troublesome hole!"
Luna's moans grew louder, more desperate. Her pussy was clenching rhythmically around the Mad Hatter's pistoning cock, pleasure building impossibly fast despite having just climaxed. Every nerve ending felt raw, oversensitive, each thrust sending sparks of sensation through her core that made her toes curl and her thighs quiver.
"I believe this method works most effectively," the Mad Hatter announced between thrusts, his voice carrying that manic cheerfulness even as his cock drove deep into Luna's cunt, "when the stuck party provides verbal feedback! Tell us, dear girl—how does this pushing feel?"
"I... I can't... oh please..." Luna's voice trembled, shame and arousal warring in her tone.
"Come now! Speak up! Describe the sensations!" The Mad Hatter's pace increased, his cock slamming into her harder, faster. "How does it feel?"
"It feels... oh... it feels good!" The words burst from Luna in a desperate sob. "It feels so good! I shouldn't... but it's so... ahhhhh!"
"Excellent feedback! Most helpful descriptions!" The March Hare encouraged, still bouncing excitedly. "Continue! Tell us more!"
The Mad Hatter's fingers dug into Luna's hips as he fucked her with increasing intensity, his cock hitting something deep inside her that made her see stars. "More details, if you please! How good does it feel?"
"So good!" Luna sobbed out the words between gasping breaths, her voice breaking with desperate honesty. "It feels wonderful! Amazing! I've never... oh please, it's making me feel things I shouldn't feel!"
"Marvelous! Spectacular! Most enlightening!" The March Hare clapped his hands together with glee.
The Mad Hatter's thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on her hips tightening until his fingers pressed bruises into her pale skin. "And what specifically feels wonderful? The pushing? The stretching? The filling?"
"All of it! Everything!" Luna's words tumbled out in a frantic rush, her pussy clenching desperately around his pistoning cock. "The way you stretch me open! The way you fill me so completely! The way you push so deep inside! It's too much but I need more! Please don't stop!
"No intention of stopping! No thought of ceasing! No plans to halt!" The Mad Hatter's voice pitched higher as his cock swelled inside her, his rhythm becoming punishing. "Tell me more! More words! More descriptions!"
Luna's entire body trembled, another orgasm building impossibly fast in her core. The sensation of his thick shaft dragging against her sensitive walls, the slap of his hips against her ass, the stretch and burn and overwhelming fullness—it all combined into a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her completely.
"I love it! I love how good it feels! I love your cock inside me!" The confession burst from her lips without filter, shame burned away by the intensity of sensation. "Please! Please I need—I'm going to—"
The Mad Hatter slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock began to pulse. Hot spurts of cum flooded Luna's cunt, filling her completely as he groaned with manic satisfaction. The sensation of being filled with his release triggered Luna's own climax, her pussy clamping down around him as she screamed her pleasure into the rabbit hole.
For several moments they remained locked together, both trembling with aftershocks. Then the Mad Hatter slowly withdrew, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound that made Luna whimper. Thick globs of cum immediately began leaking from her stretched entrance, trailing down her inner thighs in creamy rivulets.
"There we are! Most excellent pushing!" The Mad Hatter stepped back to admire his work, watching his seed drip from her abused cunt. "Surely that vigorous effort has dislodged our stuck friend!"
Luna immediately tried to pull herself backward, her hands scrabbling inside the rabbit hole for purchase. But after several moments of struggling, she remained firmly wedged exactly where she'd been before, her round ass shaking with each desperate attempt to free herself, the movement sending droplets of his release spattering onto the grass below.
"Oh dear... oh no..." Her voice drifted out, small and confused. "I appear to be still quite stuck. And now I feel so very... full..."
The Mad Hatter tilted his head, examining the situation with exaggerated confusion. "Most perplexing! Most unusual! The tried and true method has failed!"
"Perhaps my turn at pushing is required!" The March Hare hopped forward eagerly, already working at the fastenings of his own mismatched clothing. "A fresh approach! A different technique! A new method of vigorous pushing!"
"An excellent suggestion, dear Hare!" The Mad Hatter stepped aside, gesturing grandly toward Luna's exposed lower half. "Please, do attempt your own pushing method!"
The March Hare's garments fell away to reveal his stocky frame, his cock already hard and bobbing eagerly. But instead of immediately positioning himself behind Luna, he paused, his head tilting with sudden inspiration.
"Wait, wait! I've just remembered something most helpful!" He rummaged through the pockets of his discarded coat, producing a large orange carrot with a flourish. "This! This might provide additional assistance!"
"A carrot! How wonderfully practical! How perfectly sensible!" The Mad Hatter clapped his hands. "But how shall it assist?"
The March Hare knelt behind Luna's trembling form, holding the carrot up for inspection. "Why, by providing additional pushing, of course! One must push from multiple angles to achieve maximum dislodging effectiveness!"
He dragged the carrot through the mixture of cum and arousal coating Luna's pussy lips, gathering the slick fluids along its length. Luna's body jerked at the contact, a small whimper escaping her.
"W-what are you doing? What is that?" Her voice carried confusion and a tremor of fear.
"Merely preparing additional pushing implements!" The March Hare declared cheerfully. He moved the lubricated carrot higher, pressing the tapered tip against the tight pucker of Luna's asshole. "This shall help most tremendously!"
"No! Wait! That's not—that's not the right—ahhhhhh!" Luna's protest dissolved into a long, drawn-out moan as the March Hare began pushing the carrot into her ass with steady pressure.
The vegetable's tapered shape allowed the tip to slip past her tight ring of muscle with relative ease, but as the carrot widened, the stretch intensified. Luna's entire body went rigid, every muscle tensing as the March Hare worked more and more of the carrot into her virgin asshole. The combination of stretch and fullness sent confusing signals through her nervous system—pain that somehow transformed into pleasure, wrongness that her body interpreted as desperately right.
"Oh! Oh my! It's too much! It's too big! I can't—" Her words cut off in another moan as the March Hare pushed the carrot deeper, the widest part now stretching her impossibly open. Marvelous! Look how well it fits!" The March Hare began pumping the carrot in and out of her asshole with slow, deliberate strokes. Each thrust made Luna's hips jerk forward, her body unable to escape the overwhelming sensation. The carrot's ridged texture dragged against her inner walls, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core that made her toes curl against the grass.
"There! Most effective pushing! Most thorough preparation!" The March Hare pumped the vegetable faster, watching as Luna's ass stretched obscenely around its girth. Her body had begun responding despite her protests—her hips pushing back to meet each thrust, her pussy dripping fresh arousal that mixed with the Mad Hatter's cum still leaking from her entrance.
Luna's moans grew higher, more desperate. The fullness in her ass created pressure that made every nerve ending sing, and when the March Hare angled the carrot just right, it pressed against something inside her that sent white-hot pleasure radiating through her pelvis. Her pussy clenched around nothing, desperately empty, aching to be filled again.
"Now then! Time for proper pushing!" The March Hare announced. He gripped his cock with his free hand, positioning the swollen head at Luna's dripping entrance while keeping the carrot buried deep in her ass.
The first push of his cock into her cum-slicked pussy made Luna wail. The sensation of being filled in both holes simultaneously overwhelmed every coherent thought. Her walls stretched to accommodate his thick shaft, made tighter by the carrot still lodged in her ass. The thin barrier between separated the two intrusions, and she could feel everything—the carrot's ridged surface, the hot pulse of the March Hare's cock, the impossible fullness that made her feel like she might split apart.
"Oh! Oh please! It's too much! I can't—I can't take both! Please!" Luna's voice broke on a sob, but her hips rolled backward, taking him deeper.
The March Hare began to move, establishing a rhythm that had him pumping both the carrot and his cock in alternating strokes. When he thrust his cock deep into her pussy, he pulled the carrot partially out of her ass. When he withdrew his cock, he pushed the carrot back in. The constant stimulation, the relentless fullness, the stretch and burn and overwhelming pleasure—it crashed over Luna in waves that left her gasping and shaking.
"Most excellent! Most vigorous! Most thoroughly pushed!" The March Hare's voice pitched higher as he fucked her harder, his stocky hips slapping against her ass with each thrust.
Luna couldn't form words anymore, could only moan and whimper as her body was used, filled, stretched beyond anything she'd imagined possible. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around the March Hare's pistoning cock, another orgasm building impossibly fast in her core despite having already climaxed twice.
The sound of footsteps echoed from somewhere beyond her limited vision inside the rabbit hole. Heavy, frantic footsteps that grew louder with each passing second.
"Oh my! Oh dear! Oh, most dreadfully late!" The White Rabbit's panicked voice suddenly filled Luna's ears from directly in front of her face. "What is this? What obstruction blocks my path? Move at once! I must retrieve what I've forgotten! Time waits for no rabbit!"
Luna tried to respond, tried to explain her predicament, but the March Hare chose that exact moment to thrust particularly deep while simultaneously burying the carrot to its base in her ass. The dual penetration sent such intense pleasure radiating through her body that all she could produce was a long, keening moan that echoed through the rabbit hole.
"I say! What peculiar sounds!" The White Rabbit's voice carried confusion and growing agitation. "Identify yourself at once! State your purpose for blocking this thoroughfare!"
"Ah, White Rabbit! Most excellent timing!" The Mad Hatter's cheerful voice called out from behind Luna's exposed lower half. "We've discovered your rabbit hole has become most inconveniently occupied! A young lady has become thoroughly stuck, you see!"
"Stuck! Wedged! Completely trapped!" The March Hare added between thrusts, never breaking his rhythm. "We are providing assistance! Most vigorous assistance! Pushing her through with great effort and dedication!"
Luna moaned again, louder this time, as the March Hare's cock hit something deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. Her pussy clenched desperately around him, her ass squeezing the carrot, her whole body trembling on the edge of another devastating orgasm.
"Stuck? STUCK?" The White Rabbit's voice rose to a pitch of pure panic. "This is most unacceptable! Most inconvenient! I am dreadfully, grievously late, and now my passage is blocked by stuck young ladies? This simply will not do! You must move! You must unstick yourself immediately!"
"We're trying! Most earnestly trying!" The Mad Hatter assured him. "Hence the vigorous pushing! We shall have her unstuck in no time at all!"
"See how hard we push!" The March Hare demonstrated by slamming into Luna particularly forcefully, making her entire body rock forward. The carrot shifted inside her ass, and she sobbed with the intensity of sensation.
"Push harder than! Push faster! Push with greater determination!" The White Rabbit demanded, his voice taking on a note of genuine distress. "I cannot be late! Time marches onward! Clocks tick relentlessly! I must retrieve what I've forgotten before catastrophe strikes!"
The March Hare took the White Rabbit's words as encouragement, increasing his pace to a punishing rhythm. His cock pistoned in and out of Luna's drenched pussy while his other hand worked the carrot in her ass with matching intensity. The dual assault sent Luna spiraling toward the edge of climax, her moans growing higher and more desperate with each passing second.
"Wait! I have it!" The Mad Hatter suddenly exclaimed, his voice bright with manic inspiration. "Dear White Rabbit, you must assist from your side! Push from the front while we push from the rear! Surely combined effort shall dislodge our stuck friend most effectively!"
"Push from my side? From the front?" The White Rabbit's panic seemed to intensify. "But how shall I—what method—oh dear, oh my, I suppose I must try anything if it means clearing my path!"
Luna heard rustling and movement in front of her face, then felt something warm and blunt press against her lips. Her eyes widened as she took in the White Rabbit standing before her, his pristine waistcoat unbuttoned, pocket watch dangling forgotten from one paw while the other held his pink, twitching member aimed directly at her mouth.
"Open wide, young lady! We must push you through with all available force!" The White Rabbit's Victorian-pitched voice trembled with urgency as his cock pushed insistently against her mouth.
Luna's lips parted automatically, still foggy from the overwhelming sensation. The White Rabbit's thick shaft slid past her lips, filling her mouth with hot, pulsing flesh that tasted of salt and musk. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside as he pushed deeper, the head hitting the back of her throat and making her gag reflexively.
"There! Perfect positioning! Most excellent pushing angle!" The White Rabbit gripped the sides of Luna's head, his fingers tangling in her dirty blonde hair as he began to thrust. His hips moved with the same frantic urgency that characterized all his movements, pulling back only to slam forward again, fucking her face with desperate determination.
Luna's muffled moans vibrated around his cock as the March Hare continued his relentless assault from behind. The sensation of being filled in all three holes simultaneously sent her mind reeling. Her mouth stretched obscenely around the White Rabbit's thick shaft, her jaw aching as he used her throat. Her pussy clenched desperately around the March Hare's pistoning cock, and the carrot in her ass created pressure that made every thrust feel impossibly deeper.
The frantic fucking made her entire body rock back and forth in the hole. Her shoulders scraped against the earthen walls, and the violent motion caused her sheer blue dress to shift and slide. The thin fabric bunched and twisted, the neckline pulling lower with each thrust until her small breasts spilled free completely. The pale mounds bounced with each impact, her pink nipples hardened into tight peaks from the combination of cool air and overwhelming arousal.
"Oh my! Oh dear! Additional features have become exposed!" The White Rabbit's eyes went wide as he caught sight of Luna's bare breasts bouncing beneath her. Without breaking the rhythm of his face-fucking, he released one hand from her head to reach down and cup the soft flesh. His palm pressed against her breast, squeezing experimentally, his thumb brushing over her nipple in a way that made Luna moan louder around his cock.
"Most excellent! Multitask most effectively!" The Mad Hatter called out encouragingly. "Push and play! Play and push! All methods of assistance are valuable!"
The White Rabbit's fingers worked her breast more aggressively now, pinching and rolling her nipple between his fingers while his other hand gripped her hair tighter. His hips never stopped moving, driving his cock deeper into her throat with each thrust. Luna gagged and choked around his length, saliva dripping from her stretched lips and running down her chin in glistening strands.
"Must push harder! Must push faster! Must unstick immediately!" The White Rabbit's voice rose in pitch, his movements becoming more erratic. His cock swelled larger in Luna's mouth, the head pulsing against her tongue as he approached climax.
Behind her, the March Hare's thrusts grew equally frantic. His cock slammed into her pussy with bruising force while the carrot in her ass pumped faster, harder, the dual penetration stretching her impossibly full. His stocky hips slapped against her ass cheeks with wet sounds that echoed through the studio.
Luna existed in a haze of pure sensation. Every hole filled, stretched, used. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as rough hands groped them. Her jaw ached around the thick cock fucking her throat. Her pussy clenched desperately around the shaft pounding into her. Her ass burned with the stretch of the carrot working in and out. The overwhelming fullness, the relentless stimulation, the complete loss of control—it all combined into a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to shatter her completely.
"I'm going to—oh dear, oh my—I cannot hold back any longer!" The White Rabbit's fingers tightened painfully in Luna's hair, holding her head immobile as his hips pistoned faster. "The pushing is reaching its conclusion! Maximum effort achieved!"
"Yes! Yes! Conclusion approaching! Climax imminent!" The March Hare's voice pitched higher behind her, his rhythm becoming punishing. "Push through! Push harder! Push until completion!"
Luna's entire body trembled on the precipice of another devastating orgasm. The combination of stimulation in all three holes, the rough handling of her breasts, the complete submission to their frantic fucking—it built and built until she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, could only feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her in increasingly intense surges.
The White Rabbit slammed deep into her throat one final time, burying his cock to the hilt as it began to pulse. Hot spurts of cum flooded Luna's mouth, coating her tongue and hitting the back of her throat in thick ropes. She struggled to swallow around his length, choking and gagging as more and more of his release filled her mouth. Some leaked past her stretched lips, mixing with the cum still pumping from his twitching cock.
The March Hare drove into her from behind with one final, brutal thrust. His cock buried itself completely in her spasming pussy as he came with a guttural groan, flooding her already cum-filled cunt with fresh spurts of hot release. The sensation of being filled from both ends, cum pouring down her throat while more pumped deep into her pussy, sent Luna over the edge. Her orgasm detonated through her body with such force that her vision went white, her muffled screams vibrating around the White Rabbit's still-pulsing cock.
Her pussy clenched rhythmically around the March Hare's shaft, milking every last drop from him while her ass squeezed the carrot still lodged inside her. The waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again, each one more devastating than the last, until she felt like she might shatter into a million pieces.
The White Rabbit pulled out of her mouth first, his softening cock slipping past her lips with a wet sound. Strings of saliva and cum connected his shaft to her mouth for a moment before breaking, and Luna gasped desperately for air. Her jaw ached terribly, and she could taste his release coating her tongue, thick and salty.
Behind her, the March Hare withdrew more slowly, his cock slipping free from her abused pussy with an obscene squelching sound. The mixture of his cum and the Mad Hatter's immediately began leaking from her stretched entrance, running down her thighs in thick rivulets.
Luna's entire body went limp. Without the cocks holding her in place, she began to slide backward through the rabbit hole, her shoulders scraping against the earthen walls as gravity pulled her down. Her mind felt foggy and disconnected, barely able to process the sensation of movement as she emerged from the hole's opening.
She tumbled out onto the artificial grass in a graceless heap, her limbs splaying bonelessly. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, each inhale making her small breasts rise and fall beneath the bunched fabric of her disheveled dress. The carrot remained lodged firmly in her ass, its orange length protruding obscenely from between her pale cheeks.
Strong hands gripped her arms before she could even attempt to move. The Mad Hatter and March Hare pulled her upright, positioning her so she sat with her back resting against the rabbit hole's opening. Her legs sprawled open automatically, too weak to close, displaying her cum-filled pussy and carrot-stuffed ass to anyone who cared to look.
The three figures—Mad Hatter, March Hare, and White Rabbit—congregated before her, their heads tilting in that characteristic twitchy manner as they observed her disheveled state.
Luna tried to focus on them, but everything felt distant and hazy. Her body trembled with aftershocks, her pussy still clenching reflexively around nothing, leaking the mixed cum of two different men onto the grass beneath her. She couldn't form coherent thoughts, could barely remember where she was or why.
"Well! That was most vigorous pushing indeed!" The Mad Hatter declared, clapping his hands together with enthusiasm. "Most thorough! Most complete! Most absolutely exhausting!"
"Exhausting! Depleting! In need of restoration!" The March Hare agreed, nodding rapidly. "Such exertion requires refreshment! Sustenance! Revitalization!"
The White Rabbit checked his pocket watch with frantic gestures, then seemed to realize that his path was now clear. But instead of rushing off, he paused, tilting his rabbit head as he regarded Luna's trembling form. "Indeed, indeed! Most proper protocol demands celebration! Recognition of successful unsticking! Traditional customs must be observed!"
"A tea party!" The Mad Hatter suddenly exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with manic glee. "That is what this occasion requires! A proper tea party to commemorate our successful assistance!"
"Tea party! Most appropriate! Most traditional!" The March Hare bounced on his heels excitedly.
The Mad Hatter reached into the folds of his patchwork coat—when had he put that back on?—and produced a delicate porcelain teacup painted with roses. He held it up triumphantly, the cup catching the studio lights.
"And our dear unstuck friend shall be the guest of honor!" The Mad Hatter announced, gesturing toward Luna with a flourish. "The most important position! The seat of prestige! She must join us for tea!"
"Guest of honor! Most distinguished! Most celebrated!" The March Hare agreed enthusiastically. "You simply must join our tea party, dear girl! It would be most improper to decline!"
The White Rabbit nodded his rabbit head vigorously, his ears flopping with the motion. "Most improper indeed! Tradition demands the guest of honor's attendance! You must accept our invitation!"
Luna tried to form words, tried to respond to their enthusiastic invitation, but her mouth wouldn't cooperate. Her jaw still ached from being stretched around the White Rabbit's cock, and her tongue felt thick and clumsy, coated with the lingering taste of his release. Every muscle in her body trembled with exhaustion, aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through her core in diminishing waves. Her mind floated somewhere distant and disconnected, unable to grasp onto coherent thought.
The Mad Hatter knelt before her spread legs, that manic grin stretching wider. He positioned the delicate teacup directly beneath her dripping pussy, the porcelain rim pressing gently against her swollen folds. The mixture of cum immediately began dripping into the cup—thick white globs that splattered against the painted roses with obscene wet sounds. The white liquid started to pooled at the bottom of the rose-painted cup, coating the porcelain with creamy thickness. The obscene sight of her own violation being collected and presented made something flutter weakly in Luna's stomach, but her exhausted body couldn't muster more than a faint tremor.
Luna watched through the haze, unable to process what was happening. She could feel the cup's cool porcelain against her oversensitive flesh, could feel the continued leak of cum from her abused hole, but it all seemed distant and surreal.
The Mad Hatter's expression shifted from manic enthusiasm to theatrical concern as he observed her speechless state. "Oh dear! Oh my! The poor girl appears quite overcome! Thoroughly spent! Unable to articulate!"
"Overcome! Exhausted! Depleted of verbal capacity!" The March Hare agreed, circling around to examine her more closely.
The Mad Hatter tapped his chin thoughtfully, then his face lit up with sudden inspiration. "I know precisely what she requires! A sample! A taste! A preview of the delights awaiting at our tea party!"
"There! The perfect refreshment! Most suitable for our distinguished guest!" The Mad Hatter declared, rising to his feet with the cum-filled teacup cradled carefully in his hands.
He approached Luna and gently pressed the cup into her limp hands, wrapping her fingers around the delicate handle and supporting the bottom with his own hand until he was certain she could hold it. The porcelain felt cool against her palms, a stark contrast to the warm fluid sloshing inside.
Luna sat there with her small breasts still exposed beneath the bunched fabric of her dress, her pale flesh marked with handprints and the faint bruises of rough handling. Her legs remained splayed open, displaying the obscene sight of her cum-filled pussy—the swollen lips glistening with moisture, the mixed release of two men still leaking steadily onto the grass. The orange carrot protruded from her ass like some perverse decoration, its ridged surface visible between her pale cheeks.
She felt their eyes on her exposed body, felt the heat radiating from the three hard cocks surrounding her face, still hard, still glistening with the evidence of recent use. The thick shafts framed her face from three different angles, close enough that she could see the veins pulsing beneath the skin, could smell the musk radiating from them. but the sensations registered somewhere distant and muted. Her hands trembled as she lifted the cup toward her lips, the movement automatic and dreamlike.
The first sip coated her tongue with familiar saltiness, thicker and more viscous than any tea she'd ever tasted. It slid down her throat slowly, warm and slightly bitter, filling her mouth with the taste of what had been pumped into her body. She swallowed reflexively, then took another sip, and another, drinking from the cup with the same serene detachment with which she might have sipped actual tea.
When she lowered the cup—now empty except for a thin coating clinging to the sides—her lips curved into that characteristic dreamy smile. The expression transformed her cum-streaked face into something ethereal and distant, as though she existed on a plane slightly removed from reality.
"I would love to," Luna said softly, her voice carrying that breathy, disconnected quality. Her enormous silver eyes remained unfocused, staring at something beyond the three figures standing before her. "A tea party sounds most delightful."
"CUT!" Yelled out Valentino.
Valentino strode across the set, his heels clicking against the studio floor with sharp, decisive strikes that echoed through the sudden silence. His wings spread wide behind him, casting shadows across the artificial grass as he moved with predatory satisfaction. The cameras had stopped rolling at his command, but his cerise eyes remained fixed on Luna's trembling form—still splayed open, still leaking cum, still wearing that fucking perfect dreamy expression.
"Brilliant," he purred, the word rolling off his tongue like honey laced with poison. His multiple hands gestured expansively as he circled the group, taking in every angle of Luna's debauched state. "Absolutely fucking brilliant. That disconnected innocence, that ethereal quality even while she's dripping with cum—it's pure gold, amorcitos."
The numbers would be even better than Yoruichi's. He could feel it in his bones, that electric certainty that came when he'd found something truly marketable. This wasn't a one-off success, some lucky accident that couldn't be replicated. No, this was proof of concept. The grimoire had delivered exactly what he needed—fresh talent from untapped dimensions, each one bringing something unique that Hell's jaded audience would devour.
His cock still pressed insistently against his pants, the footage he'd just witnessed leaving him achingly hard. Later. He'd deal with that later, maybe while reviewing the raw footage in his office. Right now, business took priority.
"You!" Valentino snapped his fingers at a nervous intern hovering near the lighting equipment, some fresh-faced demon who'd been lucky enough to land a position at VVV Tower. "Get this one cleaned up and into a playboy bunny costume. Full outfit—ears, tail, the works. She's going to be the rabbit for the next shoot."
The intern scrambled forward immediately, clearly terrified of disappointing him. Good. Fear kept people efficient.
Valentino was already walking away, the grimoire pulled out as he look over the pages.
So many options. So many possibilities.
His mind raced with calculations even as his eyes scanned the grimoire's entries. He needed variety—different body types, different personalities, different aesthetics to appeal to Hell's diverse appetites. Yoruichi had proven the appeal of confident, experienced performers. Luna demonstrated the market for innocent corruption. What other niches could he fill?
The studio door swung open as he approached it, some lackey scrambling to accommodate his exit. Valentino barely noticed, too focused on the glowing pages in his hand. A warrior woman from some barbarian dimension? Could work. A shy librarian type from a magical academy? Definite potential. Something more exotic, maybe—a demoness from another hell dimension entirely, someone who'd bring their own twisted appetites to the table?
His golden fang glinted as his grin widened. Why choose? He could recruit them all, build a roster so diverse and comprehensive that every demon in Hell would find something—someone—to obsess over. Subscription tiers could be organized by type. Exclusive content for different fetishes. Cross-dimensional live shows where viewers could watch performers from multiple realms interact.
The possibilities were fucking endless.
Hell's entertainment industry was about to expand in ways even Vox and Velvet couldn't imagine. And Valentino would be the one controlling it all—every performer, every contract, every soul desperate enough to sign away their autonomy for a taste of fame.
His empire was growing, one dimension at a time.