Chapter 78

“Ahhhh, what a tight ass you have, Angela!” the king praised his maid’s stuffed butt as he came deep inside. “Sometimes not even the vibrating insides of a big-ass slut can beat the tightness of a petite, pussy-eating maid!!”

Angela could not even moan properly through her own orgasm because of Anastasia’s selfish actions. Locked in place, face between her friend’s legs, tongue deep in the admittedly sweet pussy, Angela moaned muffled sounds, providing additional warm stimulation to Anastasia’s pussy lips, while the growing tongue brought Anastasia closer to orgasm.

“GMHF!?!?” tears formed at the corners of Angela’s eyes when she felt her King invade her deeper. She was not even allowed to come down from the climax she was still in the middle of! Instead, she felt her bowels getting filled further, and further. A strange hot stuffiness that reached her stomach and showed no sign of stopping. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was limiting, as Angela’s lost control of her body that contorted and molded to this unnatural, but inevitable invasion.

There was one thing that helped Angela deal with the particularly tough thrusts into her body by her King’s gargantuan thing: Anastasia’s pussy juices. Angela gobbled up the sweet, energizing love that Anastasia secreted as if it transformed into lubricant for her King’s cock to use.

The more of her friend’s juices she gobbled, the better Angela felt. She wanted them all. She needed them all. She reached deeper and deeper into Anastasia with her tongue. ‘G-spots’? ‘Gentle stimulation’? Who cared about that? She wanted every drop Anastasia had. The selfish bitch of a maid held her juices back! Angela knew it!

Anastasia always mistreated her. Not that Anastasia got along with anyone particularly well. Thinking she’s above all the other maids. Some of her nastier traits she shared with the princesses. But The Queen paid no mind to the servants’ inner squabbles.

But Angela couldn’t help but feel that Anastasia’s attitude toward her was particularly venomous. Which made their love-hate ‘love making’ all the more toxic. Angela had no doubt that even now Anastasia held back what Angela wanted. What Angela needed. Why wouldn’t she hold back? Do selfish bitches just hand out their pussy juices left and right? No! Of course not! They’re selfish, remember? And they’re bitches too! So, what choice Angela has? Only one! To take what she needs! And she needs every single drop of liquid Anastasia’s love-hole is capable of producing. And she needs it now! Even if she has to collect it directly from Anastasia’s womb!

Why would Anastasia hide her pussy juices in her womb? Probably because she’s a selfish bitch! It certainly is a reasonably secure vault to store treasures in. It is a treasure in its own right after all. Men all over the world covet to get even the tiniest piece of themselves inside it. A secure vault that does not just accept unworthy infertile garbage inside it. However, Angela was not infertile! Nor was she garbage! Angela pushed her tongue deeper and deeper up Anastasia’s vagina until she just barely reached the outer edges of Anastasia’s cervix with the very tip of her tongue.

“AHN!?” Anastasia cried out in surprise when she felt a sensation she hadn’t felt since her time with a certain maid, confirming Angela’s assumption that she reached Anastasia’s ‘vault’.

Angela kept licking up every inch of Anastasia’s pussy, curling up her tongue and slurping up all the juices Anastasia secreted while trying to slither into the ‘vault’ that held the goods that had been unjustly kept from Angela.

“Mmmfgljf!?” Angela suddenly chocked on something soft yet hard pushing up her throat.

All of the focus on Anastasia’s goods kept Angela’s mind from what her body had been going through and, before she knew it, her King was already up her throat, pushing further still.

“Yessss!” Selirius groaned as he thrust his hips, fucking his maid’s entire body all the way to her throat. “What a good little malleable body I’ve raised!”

Selirius kept thrusting, kept pushing. He wasn’t satisfied with just fucking Angela. A conqueror is satisfied with conquered territory for only so long. And with new, fresh fields to plow, it is only a matter of time before he moves his force further.

“GBLHRHRHRR~~~” Angela choaked, gurgled, and burbled drool and saliva through the corners of her mouth as her King’s cock pushed up her throat and through her mouth toward the wet pussy she so diligently warmed up with her six-inch tongue.

“AHhhhhhhh~” the king let out a deep animalistic growl that spread through the royal chamber. The muscles bulged and bulked on his skinny frame, the aura around him darkened as he penetrated his maid’s pussy with his cock through his other maid’s mouth.

“Fuuuck!” Anastasia cursed and pushed her friend’s head even more into her crotch. The double stimulation of her friend’s long, womb-caressing tongue combined with her King’s tongue was spectacular. And with the effects of her pill, she could feel every inch of her pussy as it was explored by both cock and tongue. Every cell that got pushed, stretched, and rubbed by the thick, pulsating veins of the monster cock that her King had—Anastasia felt them all. She saw them all. As if she was there. As if she was the vagina that was fucked by her friend’s tongue and her King’s cock. Anastasia shuddered from the pure pleasure, increasingly wishing for more stimulation as she caressed the rest of her gorgeous, stimulation-lacking body.

“Come here!” Serilius demanded in a low, snake-like hissing voice. And before Anastasia knew it, she was pulled toward her King and let his tongue inside her mouth.

Cock and tongue fucking Anastasia’s pussy, a hot tongue in her mouth. Even the saliva her King gifted her tasted of sex and cum. Anastasia swallowed it all while her King sucked her nipples.

Huh!? When did he—!? Anastasia felt as if she missed time. One moment she was merrily exchanging happy kisses with her King, and the next moment he was pleasuring her tits with his tongue while fingering her mouth with two fingers.

It wasn’t like Anastasia minded this, though. Her breasts craved stimulation for some time now. And sucking on her King’s fingers stimulated sucking on a cock like the way she wanted when her pussy was licked. As long as nobody knows I’m thinking of cock! Anastasia reminded herself even as she thought of swallowing cock balls deep while her tongue swirled around her King’s girthy fingers.

“Ghlr!!?” Anastasia chocked a little when her King’s fingers reached the back of her tongue and moved further down to her throat. Were they always this lo-oooooooooong!?

Anastasia’s body convulsed when Angela’s tongue pushed hard against the entrance to her womb, harder and stronger than last time! As if it grew and inch or two in length! Not just that—her King’s cock continued advancing with each thrust and was soon right up there, knocking on the entrance to her womb together with the snake like tongue that kept trying got slither inside. They both missed just a little something. Just a little more until Anastasia would cum.

And just when Anastasia thought of cumming from getting fucked into by the younger maid’s tongue and his Majesty’s cock, she felt his cocks throb and jerk. One pulse, two pulse—

Threeeeeeeeeeee♥ Anastasia merrily swallowed the hot, thick cum that her King pumped down her throat while also creaming her pussy with the same heat and consistency.

A distant thought flickered in the back of Anastasia’s confused mind when she tried to reconcile how her King could cum both into her mouth and pussy at the same time. She was sure that her King still had his hand in her mouth. Yet why did his fingers feel more like a magnificent cock than any cock she ever tasted?

Such foolish questions were blasted away into nothingness when Angela’s cum-lubricated tongue slitehred through her womb’s resistance and proceeded to make love to her womb directly, propelling Anastasia to a strong orgasm.

But as Anastasia came from her favorite womb-licking technique while swallowing a healthy dose of protein, her mind was blasted into a blank white slate when her womb’s entrance was broken through by something much thicker and stronger than a simple tongue.

Using the slight opening Angela’s tongue created, Selirius thrust his cock hard and fast through his maid’s body and pushed right up Anastasia’s womb. Anastasia’s nipple’s twitched in Selirius’s mouth to his great joy as he licked and suckled on them while fucking her womb and mouth.

There was only so much depth he could push through when choosing the vagina for an entrance, but Selirius had every intention to use the most of it. He kept thrusting harder and faster, pounding the depths of Anastasia’s womb to the point that his thrusts started lifting Anastasia’s butt off the floor.

Had Anastasia been on a sleek surface, her butt cheeks would have already made wonderful slapping sounds. Alas, Selirus was deprived of this joy due to plenty of soft cushion abundantly available and spread out on the floor for all his maids’ convenience. But it did not matter. If he would get to hear his maid’s ass bounce against the floor from his thrusts, there was no reason to leave her ass on the floor, was there?

Selirius’ body bulked further, his muscles stretched under great tension, displaying clear striations through his thin skin while he leaned over Angela’s through-and-through fucked body, growling over her like a mad bull, mad with lust for tits and pussy. And that lust reflected in the king’s thrusts and the girth of his phallic organs that bulged Anastasia’s throat and lifted her entire body off the ground with the strength of his cock pushing up against the depths of her womb.

But even as the king’s attention focused on his Anastasia, he did not ignore Angela. Even as he fucked Angela’s throat from bottom up, his cock grew additional veins at the back of her mouth. These veins then moved down Angela’s trachea and pumped ample oxygen for the girl to breathe while she focused on her delirious task—gurgling and fantasizing something about a ‘vault’ and ‘hidden juices’.

But fucking Anastasia in such a cumbersome position was getting increasingly difficult. One arm in Anastasia’s mouth, another playing with both his maid’s bodies, switching from one to the other. Though his reach was long, he could not properly build momentum to get enough womb-pounding, maid-body-through-fucking stimulation to finally cum again.

The king needed a proper grip. But he did not wish to abandon Anastasia’s mouth and throat, nor could he if he wished to keep her properly in the air. But if both his hands would be busy with Angela, that left only one option.

Selirius pulled his hand from Anastasia’s mouth, withdrawing his twelve-inch finger-cock, that quickly morphed back into two, bony dark-colored fingers.

“Ghaaah!!!” Anastasia gasped for air. But only a second later her body swayed on her King’s cock: forward, then back. Anastasia tried to catch her balance by moving her arms, but another thrust into her womb threw her off balance and she fell back.

“Ghurk!” Anastasia chocked when a long tongue wrapped around her neck, preventing her from falling back.

“Dhon’t whorry—I’ve ghotshya,” Selirius spoke with his tongue out of his mouth. It must have been at least five or six feet long to catch his maid from the distance between them. But the king’s tongue only grew. It coiled once more around Anastasia’s neck, then went up to her mouth and pointed its tip to her half-parted, gasping lips.