Beneath the Red Table
The head of the grand banquet table, laid out with the blood and sweat of the slum villagers, was mine. Flanking me on either side sat Seria and Rubia, their cheeks still flushed from the lingering afterglow of pleasure, settling in cautiously. Their lush red hair caught the candlelight illuminating the table, shimmering seductively.
I had just lifted the ornate silver fork to begin the meal in earnest when—
"Master, I'll step away briefly to ensure your dining is undisturbed."
Elise, who had been preparing to serve from one side of the table, bowed politely and vanished from sight in an instant. I figured she was off dealing with the remnants of the domain's forces or managing the servants. With a casual nod granting her leave, I sliced into the tender meat on my plate and brought it to my lips.
But then, beneath the silent table, a strange movement began. Swish, rustle. The heavy, floor-length tablecloth stirred subtly, and I sensed someone crawling through the dark space underneath, slipping right between my legs. A soft touch grazed my firm thighs—it was none other than Elise's red hair.
Hiding in the shadowy darkness under the tablecloth, she deftly—and brazenly—unfastened the front of my pants with deliberate fingers. Soon, my hot, massive length sprang free into the air, and Elise seized it reverently with both hands, as if she'd been waiting for this moment. I glanced down under the table, fork still in hand. Even in the gloom, her eyes gleamed like a beast's, locking onto mine. Hot breath washed over my shaft as her lips parted, whispering in a lewd tone.
"I... I don't crave the food laid out on the table. I hunger for Master's this."
Her gaze held no trace of the noble mage who once commanded the domain. It burned with the raw, desperate craving of a bitch starved for her master's cock. I flashed a cold smile and gently stroked her red hair buried between my thighs—a silent command to devour at will.
"Slurp, smack... chuup, sluuuurp...!"
No sooner had permission been granted than wet, obscene sucking sounds echoed faintly from below. Elise filled her mouth with my scorching rod, her tongue swirling madly as she sated her ravenous hunger. I speared a piece of premium beast meat—raw enough for blood to drip—and calmly savored it. The savory juices flooded my mouth, complemented by the rich, heady aroma of the full-bodied wine sliding down my throat.
Seria and Rubia, seated beside me, seemed less interested in their food than something else entirely; they toyed idly with their forks, plates untouched. The candle flames danced, making their voluptuous red locks gleam dazzlingly. Were they still lost in the echoes of my merciless ravaging, or utterly oblivious to the debauchery unfolding below? Their cheeks burned ever redder.
"What's wrong? Doesn't suit your taste?"
I asked innocently, feigning ignorance. Seria and Rubia startled, shaking their heads frantically in denial. I savored their delicate, naive reactions leisurely, then lifted my wine glass once more. Above the table, it was the epitome of refined lordly dining in a manor hall. But the dark, unseen world beneath was a realm apart.
Kneeling and prone between my legs, Elise panted like a beast in heat, utterly devoted to my throbbing power. Any shred of the proud grand mage's dignity or haughty pride had long been discarded in that damp darkness under the cloth. Each time her red hair brushed my inner thighs, sticky, slurping wetness filled the air with lewd echoes.
"Slurp... smack, chuup... haah..."
She engulfed my lower half deep in her mouth, tonguing it with devout obscenity, as if swallowing the world's most sacred nectar. Every hot puff of breath and dribble of saliva soaking my skin sent electric thrills of domination surging up my spine. Above, I calmly faced the sisters' lovely visages, relishing the villagers' offerings. Below, the once-arrogant Elise serviced me with choking, fanatical oral worship. The clink of silverware mingled with the vulgar slurps underneath, a dissonant symphony stoking my sadistic urges endlessly.
The depraved fullness—mouth and cock stuffed from above and below—numbed my reason in exquisite bliss. My right hand swirled the crystal goblet of crimson wine leisurely on the table. My left plunged into the shadows, roughly seizing Elise's lush red mane as her tongue danced frenziedly between my legs.
"Mmph, mmphh...!"
Caught by my grip, Elise's body twitched in surprise. But I mercilessly pressed her head down, slamming my savage, burning core deep into her throat. Her shoulders shuddered under the suffocating pressure and violent thrill. Above, I was the elegant lord sipping wine; below, the beast throttling a fallen grand mage's breath.
As Elise hit her respiratory limit, clutching my thighs and choking out muffled gasps, the feral energy coiled in my gut erupted. I unleashed the hottest, thickest essence of my power mercilessly down her gasping throat.
"Glrk... gulp, cough... haah..."
Grotesque, blatant moans and strenuous swallowing echoed from below. Seria and Rubia's red hair beside me jerked at the sounds, forks trembling in their hands. At last, the massive tablecloth heaved, and Elise crawled out on all fours from the darkness. Her abundant red locks were disheveled from my brutal grasp, and thick, musky remnants of my release dribbled down her heaving chin, unswallowed.
"Haah, haah... M-Master..."
Too entranced to wipe her mouth, she gazed at me in ecstasy, fluid dripping freely. Witnessing her blatant, slutty state up close, Seria and Rubia's eyes widened in shock. Realization dawned—the depravity that had transpired in the shadows. Their faces flushed redder and more lasciviously than their flaming hair.
While they had poked at their food above, their elder sister Elise had shamelessly slithered underneath to monopolize Master's hot favor. And emerging with the savage evidence streaking her jaw? That barbaric truth seared the sisters' minds white-hot, fresh from pleasure's abyss.
"S-Sis... You don't mean... you've been down there the whole time... with Master's cock..."
Seria broke the silence first, her massive breasts heaving uncontrollably as she panted like a beast. Each ragged breath strained her noble gown's thin bodice to ripping, baring her violent curves obscenely. Her white thighs clenched tight beneath the skirt, quivering with desperate need to squeeze something.
Rubia fared no better, reason snapping. She dropped her silver fork with a clatter, spitting a sticky voice laced with resentment and lust.
"Haah... So unfair. Telling us to eat while sneaking off to hog Master all alone...! I've been dying down there, itching like crazy...!"
She hugged her stiff nipples poking through the silk dress, writhing on her seat. Her slim waist flowed into wide, sensual hips grinding lewdly on the chair, the sticky nectar leaking between her legs soaking the cushion with illusory squelches.
"Master... We're starving too..."
Their moist red eyes blazed with venomous jealousy toward Elise's selfish indulgence and frenzied heat to climb the table, offering their bodies to Master's beastly touch.