The Red-Haired Bitches' Cleaning Climax
With the final, shuddering peaks of the red-haired bitches' cleaning service, I erupted in a heavy, bestial ejaculation, piling my body atop the three women. The only sounds filling the depraved lord's banquet hall were the overflowing gush of fluids onto the tablecloth and the ragged gasps of the three red-maned sluts, their minds shattered, drool spilling from slack jaws as they trembled uncontrollably like animals in heat.
I didn't pull my pitch-black, power-infused fingers from their cramped, sopping holes, still quivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Instead, I plunged them deeper, more savagely, churning their slick inner walls with brutal ferocity. Squelch, squelch-squelch. Splurch. The obscene wet sounds echoed grotesquely through the hall. Every time my thick fingers ravaged Seria and Rubia's most delicate membranes like a beast, or mercilessly scraped Elise's depths, gasps and dying moans exploded from their lips without cease.
"Haaang...! Ah, aaah! M-Master...! Th-There... hiiik! No, not there, aaaang!"
"Huuuht...! Aaang! Uwaaaang! Your fingers, your fingers are too deep... haaaaaht!"
"Ah, aaa... You beast, you fucking beast... hng, hwaaaaaang!"
Their lush red locks tangled wildly across the white tablecloth, too chaotic to even open their eyes. Seria's head snapped back, drool streaming down her chin; Rubia clawed at her own heaving breasts in helpless ecstasy; Elise arched her back like a bowstring each time my fingers crushed her most sensitive spot, writhing in agony-bliss.
"Anyone watching would think I'd forced myself on them."
I twisted my hips, gazing down coldly at the three women panting like beasts, my voice a chill monotone. "I cleared the table for you to eat quietly, and what do the horny bitches do? Abandon their bowls, crawl between my legs on their own, and now dare wail like they're dying in front of whom?"
At my icy, contempt-laced scorn, shame twisted their flushed red cheeks—yet their corrupted flesh twisted even that cold insult into the sweetest caress. When I curled my knuckles like a bitch-breaker and gouged their walls, hot nectar gushed anew from all three cunts, drenching my hands and the tablecloth.
"Haa, haaht! Y-Yes, bitches... we're your bitches... hiiik, aaaah!"
"Master, uwaaaang! Mercy, please have mercy... I-I can't take anymore... haaaaang!"
My ruthless verbal abuse and finger-rape finally shattered their reason into fragments. Unable to endure the transcendent pleasure beyond limits, their bodies convulsed skyward like lightning-struck.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHT...!!!"
With beastly death-cries, the three collapsed in grotesque spasms, sliding helplessly to the table's edge before tumbling one by one onto the marble floor. Thud, thump. Plop. Like broken dolls with severed strings, the red-haired bitches sprawled pathetically beneath the table. Paralyzed by pleasure's venom, they couldn't even close their legs, reduced to flipping pale bellies upward, drooling and heaving like beasts.
I merely glanced down at their pitiful forms—eyes rolled back white, gasping in addiction—with dry indifference. Straightening my disheveled clothes as if nothing had happened, I settled deep into my chair once more. My hands and sleeves glistened slick with their lewd fluids, but I ignored it, lifting my silver fork again. Clink. The cold chime of cutlery pierced the hall's silence. I sliced a morsel from the villagers' roasted offering, chewing slowly before swallowing. Sipping the cooling wine and letting it slide down my throat, I exuded calm arrogance utterly at odds with the beast who'd just finger-fucked their wombs moments ago.
Then it began. The three red bitches, limbs quaking on the floor as they clung to consciousness, crawled feebly toward my legs.
"Haa, haa... Master... forgive us for interrupting your meal..."
Elise buried her face first between my knees. Eyes unfocused, she gazed up at my crotch, trembling hands fumbling at my trouser flap. Seria and Rubia flanked me, clutching my thighs desperately.
"Your precious body... it's filthy because of us... hiiik, haa... Please, Master, finish your meal. We'll... we'll clean it spotless, we lowly bitches..."
Seria's pleading voice slithered up my thigh like honeyed desperation. As if scripted, their lips converged on my cock—smeared with their squirt and my seed. Slurp, smooch. Chomp, chomp. Three red heads buried chaotically in my crotch, fiery tresses tickling my abdomen. Soon, slick, blatant slurps rose from under the table. They licked and sucked the fishy, murky fluids with reverent devotion, as if it were the noblest duty in the world.
Above, I savored the smoked delicacies and wine with elegant poise. Below, the noble lord's daughters and mage groveled at my feet, swapping their own filth mouth-to-mouth while scouring my body in a bizarre, obscene cleanup. The lord's refined feast above clashed viciously with the bitches' wretched frenzy below—a delicious dissonance. I savored that thrilling disconnect as the perfect aperitif to my most satisfying meal ever.
I savored the last sip of wine, letting it trickle slowly down my throat. A perfect progression: exquisite smoked meats, sweet fruits, robust vintage. But beneath my table, the three red bitches still slavered beast-like at my crotch—unaware the thickest, most savage dessert remained.
Leaning back leisurely, I caught my breath. Then I seized Rubia's red mane—the first to shove her head between my knees and lap remnants—yanking hard.
"Haa, hiiik...! M-Master...?"
Startled violence lit her eyes with fear—or twisted anticipation. No mercy came; I rammed my still-boiling symbol of power deep into her gaping maw.
"Guhlp, guuuuuh...! Gack!"
Throat-stuffed pressure bulged her eyes in pain-ecstasy, tears welling. Pinning her skull mercilessly, I unleashed the first murky load down her narrow esophagus in a explosive gush. Gulp, glurk... guuuh! Choking, she dared not spill a drop of her master's hot, briny essence—swallowing on instinct. Savoring her throat's convulsions to the last, I flung the near-suffocating bitch to the floor.
Next, I snatched Seria's mane from beside her, dragging her tight between my legs.
"Your turn. Not a drop wasted."
Having watched her sister suffer inches away, Seria was already soaked in terror and heat. I battered her tear-streaked little mouth anew, erupting a second bestial load. Thick, scalding seed cascaded over her tender tongue like a waterfall; eyes rolling back, she clutched my thigh like a lifeline, convulsing. Vulgar gulps filled the space under the table once more.
Last was Elise, architect of this orgy of bliss and carnage. Exhausted, drooling on marble, I hauled her red locks upright roughly.
"You earned the most merit, so scrape every last thick drop from my depths."
I impaled her gasping throat to the hilt, then flooded her core with my final, vein-pulsing essence in violent torrent.
"Guuuhk! Mmph, guuuuuh...!"
Devilish seed brimmed her throat without gap; breathless, her cheeks purpled. Overflowing brine streamed down her chin, slicking my thighs. Released after three overwhelming barrages, the red bitches collapsed in unison—pathetic heaps on the floor. Gagging wretchedly, mouths brimming with my savage load, they neither swallowed fully nor dared spit, reduced to heaving misery. Their red hair, matted with beastly traces, clawed the marble in disarray. No longer royal blood or archmage—just lowly orifices existing solely to blindly receive their master's waste.