Chapter 8

The feast was nothing special: only whatever food the sisters could prepare in the little time they had been given, and with as little advance warning as possible. It was a humble communion between all the Maidens who worked in, inhabited, and/or serviced Sun and Moon in their vast palace—and a small gathering of Maidens was still enough to demand an entire state’s worth of foodstuffs.

The dining hall was seven miles long and three miles wide. The walls rose a hundred to five hundred feet in height, and everywhere they were laden with long windows going from floor to ceiling. The windows were mostly glass, but whatever metal they had for structure was intricately designed, the lines forming flowery and tree-like patterns, like Elven designs woven into the hard spines of the glass.

Countless sisters came and went from the two hundred kitchens that surrounded the hall. Well, not really countless: at least a hundred sisters were always in motion, each of them carrying on a single hand places as vast as twenty feet in diameter, with the full bodies of bulls, cows, war-hogs, and all the delicious animals the huntresses could get their swords, arrows, and spears through.

Three hundred and fifty Maidens in total shared the overwhelmingly vast space—yet even all those square miles of golden marble and insultingly extreme luxury felt a little too cramped, too narrow for those beings of sheer beauty and power.

Power! The room radiated power! The weakest sisters were already seated, and they scored 50,000 on the Kymer scale in the least. Their bigger sisters—ranging from 100,000 to the near-millions—tended to them lovingly, and every time requests for help were made—and all the time they were gently denied:

“Please, Marie, let me help you.”

“Na-nah, my beautiful.” The bigger sister then came and kissed the little one on the cheeks, and then a massive place of three full-grown bulls roasted to perfection was laid before her. “You little ones already worked too much. Leave these boring duties to your bigger lassies, alright?”

And they protested, of course they did, but it was all part of the fun and banter that kept life among the Maidens so rich and peaceful.

One of the doors of the hall was pushed open with much gusto and fanfare. Two enormous Maidens came through, and between them, a little behind, came one of the two stars of the feast.

“Alright, my beauties, let’s all rise up for the lass of the hour!” They asked gently, and there was even an understanding that no one really needed to stand up if they did not want to...

WROOOOM!!

... yet all sisters stood up at once, and all sisters who were standing up and carrying plates stopped where they stood, and all breaths were long, silent, and respectful, all eyes were turned to the goddess who arrived, and all heads eventually kindly and elegantly as Sun stepped out of the shade and revealed her new dress to the golden lights of the endless hall.

The two sisters by her side, though, shared little of that pomp in their whispers: “You had to stain your dress, hadn’t you, Sunny?”

Sun whispered through the side of her lips: “Sorry, Mari. Sayuri was not playing light.”

The room was filled with the sound of gasps and breaths being sucked out. At least two sisters let the plates fall, and then there were loud thuds of 5-tonne of roasted mega bulls clashing on the ground, but silence prevailed every time, for all sisters were stunned by Sun’s new, shining dress—the finest she had ever worn, and arguably the most beautiful garment ever to grace a feminine profile.

The two sisters beside Sun seemed impervious to the effects of the goddess in that dress—maybe because, at all times, they avoided staring at the goddess head-on, and instead just pricked her with side comments and quirky snides: “It’s going to the trash as soon as this feast is over. You know how hard it is to clean your cum and Sayuri’s milk out of anything—let alone silk this smooth, this perfect!”

“You are not letting this slide, are you?” Then the goddess hopped. “Ah!”

The two sisters slapped her firmly in the butt, and there were many giggles among the three. “No, we are not. We tolerate no imperfection on our masterpiece.”

“As if you worked on it alone, just the two of you.” Then again... SLAP! “Ah-aahee, stop it, you two!”

They chuckled. “Six of the greatest stylists Maidens worked on it. You will honor this dress, you godly skank, and later you will wear the new and improved version of it.” Quick glances full of murder. “I don’t care if you kill us later for it: we will beat the crap out of you if you get it wet and stenched again.”

Sun wiggled her butt a little harder, making several sisters nearby bend on their knees. Her dress was a mix of greco-Mediterranean robes with tight-fitting, northern-European armor that highlighted her every curve and muscle. The dress was prominently scarlet, golden, and white, with some blue and green gems here and there to give it that extra “oomph” that had so many sisters shaking on their heels.

“I don’t know what is more arousing.” They whimpered, panting steam through their noses and mouths. “The body of our goddess or this dress.”

“This dress. It’s certainly the dress!” They tried catching their breaths, and for some the breathlessness got really painful. “Goddess, I will kill to get my hands on this dress!”

There was wetness and moisture everywhere. The room was filled with the sound of pussies throbbing, then swelling, then dripping madly on the floor. Everywhere Sun looked, there were tiny yet spots between the Maidens’ feet—spots which grew into little lakes as her march went on. Several sisters bowed and moved forth towards her, and the goddess received them all with love and care, letting them kiss her on the hand, then fall with their faces flat on the ground as the touch usually overwhelmed their senses.

“If you cannot stand the might of your goddess, please stay where you are.” The strongest madres, ranking in the 600s, 700s of thousands of Kymers each, scolded the weaker beings who maybe felt a little too tempted to touch the goddess. “This is a feast for all of us. No more passing out or fainting here, alright? It would be too disrespectful!”

The many Maidens, however, who could stand the presence of Sun were especially drawn to her hair, which had been woven, Rapunzel-style, into long chains of goldilocks whose intricacy, pattern, and detail could only be described through very arcane mathematical formulas.

“Your hair, sister ... your hair!” They were left speechless, their IQs drained by the hundreds upon viewing that mesmerizing work of hairdo. “Your hair carries the sun!”

Sun laughed, for her sisters were drunk with admiration. Still, their words carried some great truths: Sun’s hair indeed had a shine of their own, or so it seemed. Their golden was unlike any other from blond heads. There was a haze, an “etherealness” to Sun’s hair, and every time she moved this haze seemed to change, like the rays of sunset through the leaves of a very dense forest ... or like her hair had flares of fire like the sun itself.

“So beautiful! So soft!” The sisters muttered, unable to hear their own gasping praises. “God, I would kill for this hair!” And countless pairs of hands descended upon those locks—much to the discomfort of the two sisters escorting Sun.

“Ruin her braids and your hands shall be forfeit.” They didn’t mean it, of course ... but they did. Severe punishment would come down on the sisters who ruined those five hours of work on Sun’s hair—a type of work without which her shine wouldn’t be as bright nor her beauty so mesmerizing.

Still, even on her driest day, with her hair as ruined as it could possibly get, Sun was a legend. Without muscles, without beauty, without anything else taken into account but her hair alone, she would already rank among the great urban legends of Maidenhood: her hair was already reputed as the finest, most beautiful blond hair of all the planet, and only two Maidens that she knew could stake a higher claim than hers. One was Sayuri, whose long, straight jet-black hair was bafflingly beautiful ... and the other might be Headmistress Mara, whom Sayuri herself claimed to have hair “so beautiful it made me want to be bald, for I felt ashamed of showing my own hair next to the divine perfection that are her locks.”

Sun gulped at the memory of these words, for she remembered very well their tone and Sayuri’s face—and they were all dead serious!

No matter: in that room, and with all the work her sisters had put on, Sun had locks so beautiful, with a shine so intense and mesmerizing, that soon some sisters came to her and laid a thin white cloth over her head, like the covering of some catholic saintess. “Sorry to bother you, my goddess, but if your hair keeps shining like this, the sisters sitting closest to you are going to have a stroke.”

Once again, they meant it. All these words were serious, and the intense shivering on many sisters was indeed the by-product of cardiac valves about to collapse.

Sun took her seat in the middle of the long table, and then her other sisters, one by one, sat with her. “Would you like our company, mistress?” The two sisters asked her. Sun took their hands and kissed them, oh, kissed them dearly.

“By my side, I would like my sister Moon. I also would like, given the circumstances...” She cleared her throat very sweetly. “If it’s all possible, I would like Lady Sayuri to sit by Moon’s side and Lady Asami to sit by mine.” There were a couple of giggles around the table, and Sun’s godly gaze was turned around and over the entire hall. “I see.” She counted. “When I came in, three hundred and fifty faces I saw. Three hundred and fifty sisters I sensed...” She smiled. “And three hundred and fifty dripping pussies I still count.” She kissed her madres dearly, intensely on the hands. “Five hundred sisters I have at my service. I also don’t see sister Merida and Lady Asami here, so ... is it much of a stretch to say that they’re probably somewhere else, in some big and lovely room, making savage love while we feast.”

One sister winked. “You’re right. Merida told us to say to you that she and Asami are taking their leave. They took a hundred and fifty willing sisters with them, and now they’re about to spend the night in—as you so aptly put—the most savage and furious lovemaking these sisters have ever experienced.” She sucked in one lip and gave it a tender bite. “Knowing the two, they must have been done with these sisters right now, and instead are turning to each other the full fury of their passion, battling on the beds, baths, showers, waterfalls, and gardens of their room to see who the supreme lover, the most talented fucker is!”

The other sister cast around some naughty glances. “Anyone wanna place bets?”

Many hands were risen. “Fifty pounds of gold on Asami.”

“Seventy pounds on Asami as well!”

“No disrespect to Merida—she is an amazing lover and I lost count of how many times I passed out with her tongue alone—but Asami has the power of the Geisha goddesses, and there’s no way she will be beaten by a Westerner.” She slapped the table hard with one palm. “A hundred and fifty pounds of gold and thirty pounds of diamond on Asami.”

“Well, I will place five hundred pounds of gold and a hundred pounds of diamond on Merida.”

All heads turned, for it was Sun who was speaking. “Sister, we know this wealth means nothing to you, but ... we won’t dare take it when you lose. It’s not beckoning of lesser sisters to their goddess.”

Sun laughed. “But it is becoming to say that her goddess has already lost the bet, is it?”

“Well...” Many shrugs and nods. “When the bet is so clear.” They pointed at her. “It’s like placing bets on you and Euridice this evening and saying that you’d be the loser.”

“I was the loser.”

“Sister, be quiet. You know well what we mean: to say that Asami will lose a match of sexual prowess is to say you would lose a match of physical one. Not just unthinkable, but I think it breaks a couple laws of physics. I mean ... more laws of physics than our very existence already breaks.”

“You’re right on that, sister!” And they clapped each other’s palms. “I’m joining in: fifty pounds of gold, ten pounds of diamond on Asami. Now that our sister Sun has placed a considerable sum in it, I figure, hey! Why not get a little bit more money, eh? Even if the bet is too lopsided, there’s nothing wrong with a couple more coins in the bank.”

“You’re all arrogant.” Sun sniggered. “You might be surprised at the end of the night. Who knows.” She lowered her head delicately. “It’s been a night full of surprises already.”

At the end of the talk, all sisters had placed their bets on the matter: three tonnes of gold, seven hundred pounds of diamonds, and two tonnes of rubies, emeralds, and lesser gems were bet on a 347-to-3 bet on Asami against Merida. The only ones who bet for Merida were Sun, one of her two escorts, and Valerina—a sister who, at 47,450 Kymers of power level, was the weakest of all, and so probably had some natural inclination to root for the underdogs.

All hands sat expectantly on the table, fat lips being moistened by many tongues, and a growing anxiety burning hotter in the room than all the fumes from all the food already laid on the table as time went on and the feast did commence. “When are we eating, sisters?” Sun now answered gravely and without fun: “Five minutes. If in five minutes Moon or Sayuri don’t appear, I-”

There was a loud bang followed by the roaring sound of one of the golden doors opening. The sisters yelped and clapped, and from the darker halls beyond that door came Lady Sayuri and Moon. “Sayuri!! Sayuriii!!” The squeals started getting out of control. Moon was all but completely forgotten as Sayuri stepped more mightily and with a much stronger gait, her face carrying the nobility of centuries of the finest breeding and an unshakable sense of natural-born superiority—enough to, coupled with her sexual reputation, send half the room into almost a frenzied overdrive.

“Quiet, quiet, now, you devils.” The strongest madres—many of them Japanese—were the only thing keeping those two hundred pussies on their seats—though they could do very little about the intense wettening that began to form huge pools around the table. “Anyone who behaves out of class will be escorted out!

Sayuri and Sun locked eyes. Through Sun’s stern and fatherly expression the keen eyes could glimpse a couple of cracks, and these gave way to the woman’s dissatisfaction upon seeing Sayuri’s proud and unblemished face.

There was no sign of the slap she had given the woman. If anything, the Asian demigoddess looked even more beautiful than before—certainly a feat of the light makeup she put on and the dashing kimono-inspired dress she wore for the occasion. «Mmph.» As Sun thought, she snickered. «Bitch even had the time to put on a dress, I see.»

Sayuri, on the other hand, had no such cracks on her face. As she carried Moon by one arm, she waved with her other hand and dazzled the many sisters with her flawless smile and generous touches, making some of them squirt their panties out with simple flickers on their noses and fondled at the base of their necks. The sound of watery streams became almost too great to bear!

“Sayuri.” Some of the highest-ranking Maidens, all Japanese, reprimanded her lightly. “A little less showwomanship will do fine.”

“Daijōbu, daijōbu, shimai-tachi.” She answered with an even bigger grim and, walking through the many passages in between the tables—the long “table”, in fact, was one of two long rows of tables spanning the entire length of the dining hall—she said Moon carefully beside Sun, and then she and the goddess were well within each other’s ears, even for the lowest, most purring of whispers. “I will be on my best behavior tonight.” She grinned at Sun, who realized it was quite fruitless to maintain such a serious profile and smiled back in kind. “I guess I had my naughtiness slapped out of me, you see.”

Giving her sister a very knowing look, Sun pointed to the empty chair beside Moon. “You shall sit...” She paused. It was only then that she noticed something was really off with her sister. “Moon?” The Maiden didn’t react. Moon was trembling a lot, but very lightly, and her face carried the frozen look of a warrior who’d seen far too many companions die in battle—far more than his frail mind and starved body could handle. “Moon? What’s going on?”

Sending Sun’s unease, Sayuri leaned tenderly and muttered: “Don’t worry. She will be like this for about an hour, then she will be up on her feet again.” Then, she gave Sun a quick, but very fond and kind kiss on the cheek. “I had only one minute to get her up again. Don’t ask miracles from me, sister.”

Sayuri moved back and prepared to sit. Sun stopped her with a touch on her hand. “Hey, sis.”

“Hmm?”

They spoke through mutters and whispers. “Hard feelings?”

Sayuri almost laughed. “None at all.” Through her gorgeous laugh, Sun could see all her teeth perfectly rebuilt—and more beautiful and shiny than ever before, that goddamned skank! “What a slap, sister!” She saw Sun giggling and blushing. “Don’t you play humble with me. Don’t you say that “oh, I was afraid I lost control” or anything of the sort. If anything, I wish you lost control more often.”

“No, sister.” She pulled the mighty woman closer. “There is no more fake humility in me. At least not for the night.” She rubbed the back of Sayuri’s hand on her cheeks, and Sayuri answered with careful, slow fondles. The table fell into a dimmer mood, with all the nearby sisters squirming as they saw those two supreme beings getting intimate.

“Oh, my god! Sayuri and Sun! Sayuri and Sun!! Can you imagine?”

Both goddesses turned their eyes to those pussies: “Don’t get any ideas.” Sun clapped hard, BOOM!, and all the table was listening. “We’ll eat in a minute.” She looked at Sayuri, then at Moon, and preoccupation befell her once again. “Sayuri, my Moon is...”

Sayuri looked around the place, but confusion seemed to be briefly on her face. “A minute, sister. First, where shall I be seated?”

Sun looked to the sister on her left. It was one of the Over-Maidens who had escorted her into the room, and her closest sister was sitting right next to her—the two women by Sun’s left, as she’d first seated them. “Revy, Rebecca.” Sun called them, almost apologetically. “Would you mind sitting one seat apart and vacating this one by my left?”

They giggled. “All seats are taken here, in the middle of the table, we’re afraid.”

“Oh, deary.” She looked back to Moon, who was rubbing her own arms and dangling back and forth, almost like a maniac on a straightjacket. “There is this one seat beside Moon, which I had planned for Sayuri, but now I am...” She cast a quick glance at the mighty Asian. “Rethinking my arrangement.”

Before she said another word, the sister closest to her rose. She kissed her other sister in the mouth, then gave her a couple more kisses on the cheeks, and the two purred and mewled together. In fact, the other sister took her and kissed her, kissed her, kissed her again, and with close lips they whispered words of love to one another, and by cuddling and caressing her sister’s face the first one promised to be back soon, that they wouldn’t stay apart for too long. Then she finally parted, walking headstrong towards the one vacant seat by Moon’s right. “Dear Sun, don’t fret it.” She sat beside Moon. Her hand immediately reached out to the goddess, giving her comfort in that moment of great weakness. “I’ll make company to our ... mighty goddess!” She shivered. The mere presence of the other goddess by her side ... oh, too much! Too much for her to handle, almost! “You and Lady Sa can spend your sweet time together.”

Sun’s words were still kept at bay as she felt two hands naughtily traveling along her shoulders and her neck. Fingers pressed hard against her dress, fondling her while they moved so inconspicuously. “What is this dress, sister?” Sayuri uttered, fondling Sun’s shoulders while walking towards the newly vacant spot.

“I ask the same of you.” Sun stopped her in her tracks, grabbing Sayuri’s kimono-styled dress by its hem.

The two goddesses shivered. Sayuri had her thick, gorgeous legs exposed right under her knees, and that’s where Sun was inadvertently touching, rubbing the back of her fingers on her amazing hot skin whilst she grabbed the sister by the dress.

Both goddesses crossed eyes. There was a stillness in the air—a stillness that always preceded a most intense fuck. Sayuri did not push back. Not in the slightest.

“You had the time to get dressed, I see.” Sun smiled.

Sayuri purred. “I put on the sexiest cheapest thing I could find.” Her dress was a masterpiece of Eastern patterns interwoven with the most beautiful blues and greens the Maidens had ever seen. She looked like some precious china come to life—a tall, sexy china bound with muscles and tits to feed a thousand villages for years on end! “You should see me when I give a damn.” She winked. “Even your dress would look like rags compared to what I wear.”

“Can we pleeease start eating?” Some sisters protested, and Sun giggled:

“Ah, yes.” She clapped. “Feast, y’all!” There was a slight confusion on the table, so Sun had to repeat the command: Maidens and Warrioresses...” She made a fancy, impromptu gesture. “The feast is begun!”

Some sisters tried to dissuade her, to tell her that she needed to make a speech or some more elaborate celebration before mouths and teeth began to sink into the food, but many other sisters, with wild roars from their stomachs, began to grab the oversized cutlery and, almost like barbarians, rips pounds of meat off all the meals served on the table. Soon, swallowing five pounds of meat with single gulps, half the table was tearing through the lavish banquet as if it was nothing, and the sisters who expected any pomp and circumstance were left to dry, soon surrendering to the hunger her other comrades were so unashamed to eagerly embrace.

With the loud and roaring guffaw that came from all those sisters eating, Sun and Sayuri found out they had a much easier time talking to each other in privacy.

Sayuri sat beside Sun. Her elegance always struck the goddess, almost like the Asian demigoddess was trying to show off. The way she sat and pulled the lower bands of her kimono dress without making a single sound, or the way that dress slid over her immense, thick-as-tree-trunks legs without the slightest resistance, oh, it gave the warmest kinds of tingles on the goddess’ groin.

“You’re almost naked.” Sun bit her lips. “It’s like body paint, this dress you’re wearing.” She couldn’t resist moving one hand to Sayuri’s arms, to her shoulders, and then caressing her gently.

Sayuri did not waste time in answering her love with more love of her own, moving one hand to the goddess’ legs and feeling her, touching her, both goddesses sliding their palms over one another, memorizing the shapes and curves of their muscular, fertile bodies. “Same.” Sayuri then caught the golden rays on her face. Her hand moved up. “Your hair, sister...”

She fondled Sun lovingly on the hair, and for a bit Sun took their thin white covering, allowing Sayuri a freer touch on her goldilocks. “Sorry for this. My sisters had to put this cover on so...”

“I understand.” Sayuri seemed mesmerized. Her fingers caressed the hair whilst often descending to Sun’s face, stealing cuddles from the soft skin around her eyes. “It would be too much for many sisters to take.” She fondled Sun’s cheeks with one hand, then took her left hand with both hands and moved them...

“Oh...”

... to her bosom.

Sun felt the immense tits so constrained under that tight, tight dress! It would almost feel painful to her if she didn’t know Sayuri was a master in that sort of stuff: she always managed to fit in the tightest of silks while feeling as comfortable as if she were wearing clouds for a dress.

The compressed titage—which was still enormously large even for Maidens standards!—felt wobbly and soft after the slightest pressure.

Sayuri and Sun’s eyes kissed, and both goddesses shared widening smiles. “Stop this, you seductress.”

“No.” Sayuri let her hands go, moving back to Sun’s face and giving her fondles, cuddles, gentle squeezes and pinches. Her thumbs were in love in Sun’s cheeks, so soft and rosy, and the skin right under her eyes, as if their emerald color gave her skin a different texture—the touch of heaven, it felt! “I’m not seducing you. You’re seducing me.”

“Hmm! Hmm!” Sun did not take her hand off Sayuri’s bosom.

Sayuri leaned closer. She had become a little more serious, yet her touches on Sun’s face only grew more loving. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Sun was about to respond, but Sayuri cut her: “No, Sun. Cut it! You don’t.” Her hand gripped Sun more strongly on her face, and Sun’s eyes were forced to shine their emerald down upon Sayuri’s deep black gaze. “You are spectacularly beautiful. More beautiful than any Maiden has ever been. You’re just young and immature.” She moved closer, her thick lips flowing up to Sun’s ears and her words, rumbling words from a deep, “daddy” voice, came in as the sexiest whispers Sun had ever heard: “You need training.” Sayuri laid a slow, mellow kiss on the underside of Sun’s gorgeous jaw. “You need me.”

Sun touched Sayuri’s face. “You’re the most woman I have ever seen.” The two goddesses looked at each other in silence, then shared a kiss.

The eating on the table around them died out a bit. The sisters would not miss those two unfathomably beautiful beings kissing and loving one another so intensely. “F-f-fuuck...!” Inevitably, the dripping became open squirting, and the juices blasting off the quinnies of the nearby sisters reached the ankles of Sayuri and Sun, which distracted them from their open loving.

“Later.” Still with her lips so damn close to Sun’s, Sayuri whispered. “This is not the good place for the both of us to fuck.”

Sun giggled. “Will you fuck me?” She then shook her head, realizing the trance she’d been put into. “Oh, my!” She shook her head some more and tried to have some self-control as the sisters in front of her giggled and descended from her own bouts of orgasms. “You ... you are impossibly sexy!”

The feast resumed more normally as only Sayuri and the two goddesses remained without touching a single kernel of food. Moon still looked paralyzed, turned to frail glass that was about to shatter at any moment. It spoke to Sayuri’s incredible allure, however, that Sun still didn’t really pay too close attention to her closest sister, but instead was all eyes and ears to the ever-shifting, ever-mysterious Asian momma.

Sayuri laid back more relaxed in her seat. Her eyes darted casually from Sun to Moon, then from the goddesses to the food before them. “On a more serious note, love of my life,” she touched Sun so tenderly on the back of her left hand. “I want to train you. Our Lady Mara might be power incarnate, and I have no shame in admitting that she has topped me more often than I topped her. However...”

The demigoddess took a moment to think. The mere mention of the Headmistress’ name was enough to cast a heavy mantle of power upon the table—an aura that made sure that the lady’s name would not once be uttered in vain.

Sun’s gaze was fixed on Sayuri. She was just ... so! Beautiful! “However...” Sayuri continued. “It is easy to explain the goddess’ overwhelming power, both in bed and in battle, as her superior, almost insurmountable genetics.” She cast a glance upon her goddess. “You’re quite a few years away from intense training from surpassing her. Right now, I can speak from experience that you and Moon, put together, still fall short of our mistress’ might.” She vast another longer, naughtier glance. “Way too short.”

The sound of the voracious eating was nothing but pleasant background noise for the two goddesses. Sun and Sayuri sat mostly upright, only leaning to one another whenever their attraction boomed too intensely for them to resist it, but still the two goddesses, without even looking at one another, spoke with the intimacy of lovers sharing the same bed, with their lips an inch apart, their conversation sealed to the wider world.

And their conversation indeed had every reason to be intimate, as secret as possible: “From experience, eh?” Sun saw Sayuri nod. “You know our Headmistress, don’t you?”

Sayuri took a toothpick and pierced the many little balls of codfish on a place ahead, munching casually on them, speaking like she didn’t even hear her own words: “Hmm. I know the Mistress probably more than any other Maiden. I’m her favorite whore.” She heard Sun chuckle, and she chuckled a little as well. “I mean it.” Her eyes were sincere. “She requests my services like an overworked businesswoman requests a gigolo to give her pleasure. Day and night I work our Mistress’ body until she’s all bent and sweaty.” Pride brimmed from her ample bosom. “I am the only Maiden who can consistently get her off, as well as the only Maiden who can almost most of the time tame her and make her cum under my domain. To be the Alpha to her Beta. The domme to her sub.” She winked. “I’d say it’s fifty-fifty, forty-five. Fifty-five for her, forty-five to me. Almost half and half. With my naked body on her arms (and her dripping cunt on my fingers), Lady Mara can finally herself out fully.” She leaned closer to Sun, whispering in even greater secrecy, speaking only to her thoughts, not her ears. “Her palace is an All-Out building. We fuck there most of the time, but even that place sometimes proves almost too little to endure us. We fucked on more distant places, then, like the King’s Arena, where every inch of wall, floor, and ceiling ended up sprayed by our juices.” And then she returned, having left a sudden dampening on Sun’s panty-less legs. “I love being her whore. Would have asked her in marriage if I didn’t know her heart already belongs to somebody else.” She clearly saw Sun’s excitement: the sister was almost trembling on her seat, the moistness of her cunt oozing into the elegant chair and dripping by the sides of her amazing thick thighs. She raised a palm in a cooling gesture: “Calm down. This is not the place for these types of questions.”