The giant-tittied goth girl and the pink haired girl removed what little clothes they had as they rushed to Ember.
Beatrice and the palace guards appreciated both the titty drops and the bouncing action—big and average—as the girls all but ran to the barely conscious three-pussy fucked redhead.
“E-Eh,” the palace guards had no idea what to do. Though they still had their swords up, their other swords grew as all their attention was on the freshly formed threesome.
“O-Oh,” Ember’s first moan was the first real sign that she was conscious. “Gentler, please!”
It was no wonder that Ember was extremely sensitive all over her body, especially in her three doubly penetrated pussies. But the girls did heed her plea. The pink hair girl even started kissing and making out with Ember, playing with her boobs, which the redhead quickly reciprocated. Sure, the ultimate goal might have been to get the cum that was all over Ember’s face, lips, and inside of her mouth, but all t he girls quickly found joy in the process itself. None more so than the goth girl who now had three pussies right in her face, one prettier than the other, all full of cum she loved so much to dine on.
“Alright, now let’s deal with you two,” Beatrice said and walked over to the guards.
Both guards swallowed hard and raised their swords a couple inches higher, though there was not even a shred of resolve on their simultaneously terrified and horny faces.
“I’ll make it simple,” Beatrice said calmly. “Do you want to fight and die here and now, or would you rather have the best sex of your life?”
The Benjamin and Henry looked at each other. Even in their silence their choice was obvious.
“Alright, I’m glad we’re all in agreement,” Beatrice said. “On your way here one of you mentioned something about pixie dust. Is that the same one that was advertised during the forge of champions?”
“Y-Yes,” Benjamin nodded.
“How widespread is it?” Beatrice asked.
“Right now? Spreading like nothing else. Princess Annie procured whole bags of the stuff. And the people are loving it!”
“Interesting… Alright, then here’s what you’re going to do: go find four smoking hot babes and bring them to this dark, semi-secluded alley. Whether they’re on that dust or not, promise them more of the stuff than they’d know what to do with in exchange for some ‘quality time’ with you.”
“Urm, even if they believe us, where’s the part where we get to fuck them?” Henry asked.
“Trust me, after I get all of them in the mood, they’ll be so into the orgy, that they’ll be ecstatic to have you join in on the fun.”
Beatrice was pretty sure that these two horny simpletons would do as she told them, but just in case, Beatrice used [Pervy Thoughts] on them during the instructions, to engrain the image of their own private orgy with six hot women.
“We’ll be right back!” Benjamin and Henry promised with excited grins across their faces and ran off not even realizing that they dropped their swords before they even made the first step.
“Now then, where was I,” Beatrice thought out loud as she turned around back to Ember and her new friends. “Oh, that’s right!”
Ember was actively making out with the pink-haired girl who fingered one of her pussies, while the goth chick ate out the two other pussies, fingering herself as she did it.
Aw, they’re having so much fun that I’d feel bad to even disturb them, Beatrice thought. But…
“E-EH!?” the goth chick exclaimed.
“N-No,” Ember gasped, realizing what was happening.
As Beatrice rightly predicted, the thirty minutes of dick had run out. And with it, Ember’s joyful pleasure multiplication. The pink-haired girl was the least affected by this since she lucked out with her choice of pussy to finger, but the other two were not so lucky.
“Wait, we cleaned her up!” the goth chick suddenly remembered and looked at Beatrice. Though her eyes barely even reached Beatrice’s and quickly wandered back down across Beatrice’s exposed milkers, to her cock and tail. “You promised your tail!”
“Hm, you did clean her up quite well,” Beatrice said as she scratched her chin in thought. “I can absolutely give you what you want. But just out of curiosity—wouldn’t you want to try fucking her for yourselves first?”
“B-But we did-wait,” the pink haired girl spoke up. “When you say fuck…”
“I’ll give you both a giant cock just like mine and you can fuck that lovely, freckled slut in whichever way you see fit. Here’s a small bonus hint completely for free: she particularly loves a good spit roasting.”
The giant-tittied goth girl and the pink haired girl removed what little clothes they had as they rushed to Ember.
Beatrice and the palace guards appreciated both the titty drops and the bouncing action—big and average—as the girls all but ran to the barely conscious three-pussy fucked redhead.
“E-Eh,” the palace guards had no idea what to do. Though they still had their swords up, their other swords grew as all their attention was on the freshly formed threesome.
“O-Oh,” Ember’s first moan was the first real sign that she was conscious. “Gentler, please!”
It was no wonder that Ember was extremely sensitive all over her body, especially in her three doubly penetrated pussies. But the girls did heed her plea. The pink hair girl even started kissing and making out with Ember, playing with her boobs, which the redhead quickly reciprocated. Sure, the ultimate goal might have been to get the cum that was all over Ember’s face, lips, and inside of her mouth, but all t he girls quickly found joy in the process itself. None more so than the goth girl who now had three pussies right in her face, one prettier than the other, all full of cum she loved so much to dine on.
“Alright, now let’s deal with you two,” Beatrice said and walked over to the guards.
Both guards swallowed hard and raised their swords a couple inches higher, though there was not even a shred of resolve on their simultaneously terrified and horny faces.
“I’ll make it simple,” Beatrice said calmly. “Do you want to fight and die here and now, or would you rather have the best sex of your life?”
The Benjamin and Henry looked at each other. Even in their silence their choice was obvious.
“Alright, I’m glad we’re all in agreement,” Beatrice said. “On your way here one of you mentioned something about pixie dust. Is that the same one that was advertised during the forge of champions?”
“Y-Yes,” Benjamin nodded.
“How widespread is it?” Beatrice asked.
“Right now? Spreading like nothing else. Princess Annie procured whole bags of the stuff. And the people are loving it!”
“Interesting… Alright, then here’s what you’re going to do: go find four smoking hot babes and bring them to this dark, semi-secluded alley. Whether they’re on that dust or not, promise them more of the stuff than they’d know what to do with in exchange for some ‘quality time’ with you.”
“Urm, even if they believe us, where’s the part where we get to fuck them?” Henry asked.
“Trust me, after I get all of them in the mood, they’ll be so into the orgy, that they’ll be ecstatic to have you join in on the fun.”
Beatrice was pretty sure that these two horny simpletons would do as she told them, but just in case, Beatrice used [Pervy Thoughts] on them during the instructions, to engrain the image of their own private orgy with six hot women.
“We’ll be right back!” Benjamin and Henry promised with excited grins across their faces and ran off not even realizing that they dropped their swords before they even made the first step.
“Now then, where was I,” Beatrice thought out loud as she turned around back to Ember and her new friends. “Oh, that’s right!”
Ember was actively making out with the pink-haired girl who fingered one of her pussies, while the goth chick ate out the two other pussies, fingering herself as she did it.
Aw, they’re having so much fun that I’d feel bad to even disturb them, Beatrice thought. But…
“E-EH!?” the goth chick exclaimed.
“N-No,” Ember gasped, realizing what was happening.
As Beatrice rightly predicted, the thirty minutes of dick had run out. And with it, Ember’s joyful pleasure multiplication. The pink-haired girl was the least affected by this since she lucked out with her choice of pussy to finger, but the other two were not so lucky.
“Wait, we cleaned her up!” the goth chick suddenly remembered and looked at Beatrice. Though her eyes barely even reached Beatrice’s and quickly wandered back down across Beatrice’s exposed milkers, to her cock and tail. “You promised your tail!”
“Hm, you did clean her up quite well,” Beatrice said as she scratched her chin in thought. “I can absolutely give you what you want. But just out of curiosity—wouldn’t you want to try fucking her for yourselves first?”
“B-But we did-wait,” the pink haired girl spoke up. “When you say fuck…”
“I’ll give you both a giant cock just like mine and you can fuck that lovely, freckled slut in whichever way you see fit. Here’s a small bonus hint completely for free: she particularly loves a good spit roasting.”
