Chapter 1
New Arrivals
Beatrix Boudoir, the most famous human in the Seven Kingdoms. Her enchanting beauty is spoken about throughout the entire world, not because it surpasses all others, but because it's for sale. She's a quite short woman, though most humans are, with creamy white skin. It's the palest most have ever seen and some even say it begins to glow when blanketed in the moonlight. This is due to the fact that Beatrix rarely leaves home before the sun goes down and rarely returns home before it rises once more. Her features are quite simple, yet enticing. Pouty lips, which are always painted a gentle shade of pink. She has large green eyes, which always bear a mischievous twinkle. Dark red hair cascades down to her shoulders, reaching between her shoulder blades, a red silk cloth wrapped around her forehead.
Her large bust is displayed by a snug corset, which hugs her slender waist. Her skirt is open in the front, barely extending passed her hips, while the back reaches down to her calves, hiding her large rear end. A matching pair of panties hug her hips, but little else covers her crotch. Beatrix makes sure to display her long legs as much as she can, opting for an ankle high boot. The boots bear a large heel, as she needs all the help in the height department she can get. Fine gloves cover her hands and sleeves, which connect to nothing, extend from her wrists to her upper arms. A long scarlet cloak almost always rests upon her shoulders, though it stays open, as to not hide her womanly figure from the world.
A collection of heavy golden necklaces jingle around Beatrix's neck, most snug against her soft skin. A number of bracelets wrap around her right wrist, her left bare of any jewelry. Some say Beatrix's common features were so attractive because she wasn't actually human. Depending on who you ask, you'll get a different explanation for it. Some say she's a succubus, who thrives on mortal desire. Others say she's a magi that's fled from Magie and uses charms to hide herself. The most popular rumor, however, is that Beatrix Boudoir is truly Barena, Goddess of love, lust, and carnal desire. But others dismiss such claims. "The gods aren't criminals," they say. Meanwhile Beatrix is most certainly a criminal.
Beatrix Boudoir is a Madame, the owner and operator of a brothel. Not only that, but she's also The Madame. Beatrix owns every single whorehouse in the seven kingdoms and is hailed as one of the eight crime bosses of the underworld. She's quite the big deal.
As she stepped from her caravan, stomach warm with orcish brandy, the Madame is greeted by two large men that stood just outside of a mansion. The building towers into the auburn sky, large ivory pillars holding a balcony above the porch. There are three floors, as well as an attic, and plenty of people to fill all of that space. While the lowest floor is mostly sitting rooms, the kitchen, and servants' quarters, the top two floors are packed with rooms for Beatrix's employees. The attic, which is the size of an entire floor, serves as the Madame's own personal quarters. Around the back of the mansion is a small hatch, which leads down to a well-stocked wine cellar.
"Evening, Madame Boudoir," One of the doormen grunts. The other gives a small bow, acknowledging the scarlet hair beauty. She gives a small nod, allowing them to open the large oak doors for her, and enters the brothel. A warm air envelopes Beatrix, the scent of baking pastries dancing through the air. The merry chatter of Boudoir's many employees drifts from the central sitting room, not too far from the door. Quieter, much more sensual talk comes from the 'Scarlet Lounge' where employees do their best to up-sell new clients, as well as keep the regulars interested.
Beatrix enters the central sitting room, but doesn't stop to chat. She presses her forefingers to her soft lips and blows a quick kiss to the room as the men and women talk over one another to greet their Madame. Just passed that room, which is crowded with plush sofas, cushy armchairs, and fluffy pillows, are a pair of french doors. Their glass is frosted and a royal purple cloth hangs behind them, shielding the room from prying eyes. Through that thin cloth, the forms of people, all lined up and awaiting their new employer, can be seen in the flickering candle light. Another form paces back in forth in front of them, slowly, eyeing them down.
The Madame pulls one of the doors open just slightly, only enough to slip inside, and closes it behind her. The room is small, the smallest in the entire mansion as even the bathrooms are a good size. Tall candle holders fill each corner, large colorful candles lit inside them. Against the back wall is a single armchair, which is vacant. In the center of the room, four people are lined up and stripped of clothing. They'd be completely naked if not for the collars snug around each of their necks. A small marking is branded into their left hips. Two burly men, swords on their hips, stand in the room, watching these five like hawks. A woman paces before them, stern look on her face.
An intimidating presence emanates from this woman, one much stronger than either of the armed guards. Her eyes are covered with dark glasses and her black hair is tied into a messy bun. Her ears are quite long, sticking out either side of her round face. Her chest is hefty and her rear fat. Polished leather hugs her curves, a whip hanging from her hip, among other things. She would be a truly frightening person if it weren't for the fact that she was a halfling. It's tough to be scared by someone who only stands as tall as your waist. Despite this, Olivia Cotton seemed to have the new hires thoroughly intimidated as they awaited their Madame.
Beatrix walks around the edges of the small room, running her eyes over the line of people. Seemingly satisfied, she plants her round rear end in the armchair and leans back. "Alright, listen up!" Olivia barks. The four naked slaves jump, each one quickly standing tall. Olivia marches her way to the center of the room, standing with a wide stance. She plants her hands on her hips and takes a moment to glare at each person. "You lot aren't Alorna's slaves no more! You're employees of Madame Beatrix Boudoir and it's time to start acting like it! You're to live with poise and dignity! Get rid of those collars!"
They hesitate for a moment. Olivia grabs the handle of her whip and pulls it from her belt, letting it crack loudly as she strikes the air. Their hands move as quickly as possible, fumbling with the fine leather collars, trying to unbuckle them as quickly as possible. They each toss their collars away, hands shaking as they get yelled at by this pint sized dominatrix. "My, my, Alorna has done quite the number on you," Beatrix sighs. She lays her chin in her hand, leaning against the right armrest, and runs her eyes over the new recruits. "It seems she gets more and more ruthless with each passing day. I ache for the souls daft enough to cross her." Beatrix pouts her lips out and pats her chest, just over her heart.
She was surprised to find so many valid candidates among Alorna's stable. She didn't actually have room for all four of them, but there were other jobs to be done within the brothel. Besides, with a few new women, she may be able to send some of her more loyal employees out to revive one of the red light districts that isn't doing well. But who shall she put to work and who should be sent to the servant's quarters?
There were two women and two men, each chosen for a different reason. The men were vastly different. One was a large, burly, bear of a man. His features were mostly human, though he looked more canine than man. He wore a large beard that crawled up his cheeks, and messy black hair. His chest and arms had their own layer of hair and across his right peck were three jagged scars. As if a a beast had torn into him with particularly sharp claws. His eyes are a light brown, but look amber as the candle light hits them. Hanging between his legs was a sizable cock. It was a good size, plenty to satisfy most women, but not nearly as big as Beatrix liked her employees to have. He wasn't good enough for her clients, but plenty for her girls.
"You," She says, pointing a long finger at him. He opens his mouth but she holds out her palm, silencing him. "I don't care what your name is, introduce yourself at another time. Stand up straight, don't be so meek." He nods and does as he's told. Straightening his back, he stands quite tall, almost as tall as the door frame behind him. Taking a deep breath, the man tries to relax. He does his best to remember who he was before becoming Alorna's property. He was once a brave warrior. "You aren't what I'm looking for, as far as male talent is concerned. However, we're always in need of new bodyguards." Beatrix looks to one of the armed guards. "Bhec, I'll leave this one to you."
Bhec nods. "Of course Madame Boudoir." The guard offers the newest member of security a loincloth, who gladly takes it, and leads him out of the room. Meanwhile, Beatrix sizes up the other man. He's much smaller and quite slender. His skin is pale and almost yellow in color. He barely has any muscle and zero definition among his body. His features are sharp, his nose coming to a small point. He has large green eyes and bleach white hair, which runs down his back as if it's never been cut. A wood elf. His kind are rare outside of the forests of Braconnier. Even rarer so for it to be a man. Having him in her brothel will certainly bring clientele craving exotic bed mates. Not to mention the large cock which swings between his slender legs.
"You." She says, pointing. She curls her finger, beckoning him. The elf hesitates. He catches sight of the glare hidden beneath Olivia's dark glasses and quickly moves forward. Beatrix sits up as he approaches, waving for him to come closer and closer until he stands only inches away. She takes a moment to admire the sheer size of his cock. It was too large for someone to hold with one hand, but not quite big enough for two. The fat head would stick out, a good inch of shaft just behind it. The skin was perfectly smooth, a single large vein running down the length of it, and he was uncut, a look Beatrix quite enjoyed.
The elf inhaled sharply as he watched Beatrix reach out and wrap a soft hand around him. She lifted it, feeling the weight in her palm, and stroked slowly. Beatrix looked up, locking her sparkling green eyes with his own. His pale cheeks blushed a deep red and he closed his eyes. Beatrix chuckles, enjoying embarrassing the shy elf. She'd have to make sure he could handle being with a women before allowing him to take on clients, but he certainly had the proper size for it. And, as it grew larger and larger in her hands, throbbing to life, she found herself able to wrap a second hand around it. Of course, she could only wrap the hand around, not really able to do much stroking with so little room left over, but it was a satisfying feeling.
"Wonderful, step aside and keep it this way," she commands. He nods, stepping over to stand beside Beatrix's arm chair. "You," She points to one of the women. Much like the elf, she's small as well. Not quite as small as Olivia, but definitely small. Her skin is a gentle pink, her hair a brilliant red, matching Beatrix's own. Her body isn't all that impressive. Quite flat without much of an ass, but on her back was a pair of large butterfly wings coated in colorful patterns. She was a fairy, a sexual being. Lust was what kept her alive and living somewhere like a brothel was perfect for her kind. She didn't seem nearly as nervous as the others. "Come." Beatrix commands.
The fairy comes forward, walking to the Madame. She stands where the elf stood, her hands behind her back. A small smile rests on her lips, large blue eyes staring at Beatrix as she awaits command. "So cute," Beatrix says, reaching up. She lays her palm beneath the fairy's chin, using her fingers to squeeze her chubby cheeks. The pink woman giggles. "You look so innocent though! Have you ever seen a cock, dear? Do you know what to do with them?" The fairy nods, giggling. Her wings flutter behind her. "Show me." Beatrix nods to the throbbing hard elf beside her.
She doesn't need to be told twice. The fairy quickly lowers to her knees, sitting in front of the elf. She wraps her small pink hands around him, pumping up and down his shaft. The fae wastes no time. She pushes the fat head into her mouth, wrapping her lips around his thick shaft. Beatrix sits back in her chair, watching the display. The way the Fairy takes more and more of that cock down her throat. Spit so sloppily drooling down his heavy nuts. The Madame reaches out and places a hand on the Fairy's bulging neck. She squeezes gently, rubbing the elf through her throat.
"Such a talented little thing," Beatrix tuts. "I'm sure Alorna's stable guards will miss having you around." The fairy's pretty pink cheeks grow darker as she blushes, her wings fluttering erratically behind her. The Madame smiles and looks to her final employee. The sounds of sloppy sucking like music to her ears as she looks over the other woman. This one towers over everyone in the room, having to duck when she goes through doors. Her legs are long, ending in small polished hooves. Shaggy black fur runs up to her knees, breaking to dark caramel skin. Her thighs are thick and muscular, leading to a pair of wide hips and toned abs. Her breasts hang heavily from her chest, each one larger than a man's head. She has long rounded ears, which hang floppily from her skull, a long horn jutting out just above each one. The sharp tips of her horns are capped off with polished silver, keeping them from being used as weapons.
As Beatrix meets the Minotaur's eyes, she quickly shy's away, looking to the ground. Her hand rubs her opposite elbow, her caramel cheeks growing rosie red. The Madame smiles, rising to her feet. "Marnie, no?" She asks. The Minotaur's shoulders go tense as she hears her name. She peeks up, just a bit, unable to fully meet Beatrix's eyes. Beatrix leans forward, pushing her face into the shy woman's view, and offers a kind smile. "Alorna mentioned you to me." Alorna had mentioned Marnie. She said not to take her, that she'd be awful in this line of work, but Beatrix ignored her. Despite being a hardened criminal, the Madame had a kinder heart than most. She knew of Marnie's harsh past and, instead of putting her to work like she would with the fairy and the elf, she intended to give her a more comfortable life among her servants. "I don't have much need for three new employees, but we do have a need for a new chef. Our last one went off to cook for some twat in a castle."
Marnie lifted her head a little more, still clearly nervous as the Crime Boss spoke to her. "I... I can cook," the Minotaur squeaked.
"Good, then you'll be our new chef. The job pays quite well, much better than those royal twats would pay." Beatrix quite enjoys the word twat. "Tomorrow I'll have a few members of security escort you to some tailors so you can find some clothes fitting for a chef. As well as to an ink master, so we might do something about that nasty mark on your hip." Beatrix turns her focus to the second armed guard. "Zadar, escort Marnie to the servants' quarters and help her find something to wear for the time being." The guard nods. "Olivia, take care of these two. Teach them their place."
"It'd be my pleasure, Madame," Olivia says, a grin coming to her little round face. Satisfied, Beatrix leaves the room. As she opens the french doors once more, she nearly runs right into a pair of people. One is a large man made of mostly muscle. He has a stern look on his face, as he usually does, and looks very uncomfortable in a room full of nearly naked women. The other is a woman, much shorter than the man, and even shorter than Beatrix who is quite small herself. She hasn't much in the ways of curves or breasts. Her little round bottom pouts out in the most perfect way. Her features are quite simply human. A slightly squared jaw, which leads to a round chin. Long brown hair that hangs freely behind her and very dark brown eyes. So dark that they may be mistaken for black.
A red leather collar rests around her neck, a simple white dress hugging her body. She has a large belt around the waist of her dress and a small smile on her lips. These two were Mortar and Ava. "Lady Ava! I almost didn't recognize you without all of the jewelry," Beatrix beams. She wraps her arms around the girl and pulls her into a tight hug, Ava's face pressing into the Madame's ample chest. Beatrix doesn't release her as she turns her attention to Mortar. Ava blushes slightly, but gladly nuzzles into Beatrix's warm bust. "It was kind of you to deliver her here, Mortar."
"Orders from Lady Alorna," He says with a small shrug.
"Still, it was quite kind of you to do so," Beatrix insists. She hooks two fingers underneath Ava's collar. "I am, however, a little surprised to see you're still around. Alorna never has the same pair of bodyguards when she visits me. She must really like you and the other one. What's his name? Block?" Mortar goes to correct her, but thinks better of it. The Madame was a kind soul, but he didn't know her all that well and would rather not receive her scorn. Brick would simply have to be called Block for the time being. "And I heard she's taken on a third bodyguard! My, my, how the times have changed."
Beatrix looks down at Ava, gently tugging her away from her chest. "But not you, you're just as I remember you, no?" Ava smiles and nods gently. She'd always been a very shy girl. Beatrix figured she wouldn't hear her sweet voice until they were tucked away in a more private area of the mansion. She looks back to Mortar. "Feel free to stay a while, my dear. I'm sure the girls are all happy to see you again." Mortar clears his throat, adjusting his armor slightly. He peeks out of the corner of his eye, looking at all the women lounging around the room. There are a good handful of the girls looking him over, a certain hunger in their eyes.
It isn't often Beatrix's women get their hands on a warrior. Most who frequent her establishment in Désir are noblemen. They tend to be quite scrawny or rotund, with very little stamina. Truly, the only thing that makes spending even a second in bed with them is their coin. And there are some who do only last a mere second. When a man like Mortar walks in the door, each and every one of the women feel themselves aching for his touch. The touch of a real man. Of course, none of them will get paid for entertaining Alorna's bodyguard, but they don't mind. All who lounge around so lazily aren't taking paying clients at the moment anyways.
As Mortar turns his gaze back to Beatrix, he finds that the Madame has disappeared. She's already approaching the stairs, Ava in tow. As their employer leaves the room, some of the women hop up, crowding around Mortar as they each vie for his attention. Beatrix and Ava ascend the steps, the Madame's fingers still hooked in Ava's collar as she pulls her along. They head up, up, up to the top floor and then up again into Beatrix's quarters.
The Madame's room is quite large, to say the least. It's only in here you can see just how massive the interior of the house truly is. It has a single pair of walls, nestled in the far corner, which house the bathroom. White pillars, which hold the roof afloat, jut from the floor periodically, each one glowing with a string of glass baubles. Inside the baubles is the pulsating light of mana, which illuminates the large room. The floor has plush carpeting, soft enough to sleep upon. In the center of the room is a massive bed, set into the ground, large enough to house four or five people. Giant pillows lay all around it, large bolts of silky cloth hanging between each of the pillars which surround the cozy area. In one of the corners is a make-shift closet. A large circle of armoire, wardrobes, and dressers. A mirror, which reaches from the floor to the ceiling, is stamped to the wall.
In another corner is Beatrix's personal library. Multiple large bookcases, each filled as much as possible, surround a large armchair, a matching foot rest sat just in front of it. Quite a few of the books seem salacious in nature, though there are plenty of regular books. History seems to be Beatrix's favorite non-sexual thing to read about. In the final corner is a large table with eight chairs settled around it. A pair of cabinets filled with various exotic teas, as well as tea pots and cups to drink them from rest behind it. Even more cabinets sit beside those filled with a myriad of sweets and snacks.
Beatrix leads Ava to the back, where the bathroom is. Inside are a pair of servant girls. One holds a large wooden handle, gently stirring the steaming water within a large bath. Rose petals float delicately on the surface, a sweet smell filling the large room. The servant girls see Beatrix, offer polite curtsies, and head off, giving the Madame privacy. "It must have been quite some time since you enjoyed a proper bath, Lady Ava," Beatrix says, gesturing to the water. Ava takes in a deep breath, enjoying the hot, cherry scented, air on such a cool night. "I take it Alorna can't treat you to such things, nearly as much she would like to, so allow me spoil you for the next few weeks."
"Thank you Madame," Ava breathes, opening her eyes. "Will you be joining me?" She turns her eyes to Beatrix. "Can you join me?" Beatrix smiles, gently lifting Ava's head. She leans in and places a light kiss upon her lips.
"You enjoy yourself for now. I have a few matters to attend to, but I'll be back very soon." Ava nods and watches as Beatrix departs. The young woman bites her lip, looking back the water. She approaches it slowly, running her fingers across the top of the steaming liquid. Smiling, Ava unbuckles her belt and lets it fall to the tiles at her feet. She pulls her white dress off and slides the sandals from her aching feet. She wasn't used to having to walk so long, but her and Mortar couldn't simply bring a caravan into Désir. The walk from the stables to the brothel, which rests in the center of town, was quite a long one.
Ava goes up the three small steps leading into the tub and dips her foot in. She inhales deeply, feeling her muscles immediately relaxing as she places her foot at the floor of the tub. It had truly been a long time since she had a proper bath. She definitely enjoyed being Alorna's personal slave more than her old life, but if she could have one thing back, it'd be the hot baths. As a royal, she would take two, sometimes three baths a day, each one lasting at least an hour. To just sit in the tub and let the nicely scented water relax you was a thousand times better than any masseuse.
Ava leaned back against the tub and closed her eyes. She was already clean, having bathed in a waterfall just before arriving, so she didn't need to do anything but sit back and relax. She wondered what Beatrix had to go and do. It was most likely something Ava wouldn't approve of. Property of a criminal or not, Ava saw herself as a person of good morals and didn't enjoy having to see what Alorna and Beatrix actually did. It was easier to simply love them as the good people she knew they were, than to judge them for their lines of work, regardless of what the rest of the world said.
As Ava slipped into her own world, she heard the door open and close once more. After a few moments, the water rippled gently against her soft flesh as someone joined her. They drift beside her in the tub and loop a slender arm around her waist. She smiles as she feels the person pull her closer, their heavy breasts becoming soft pillows for the former Royal. "Open your eyes, Ava. I've a gift for you." Ava's eyes flutter open and she looks up at Beatrix. The Madame smiles and nods ahead. Ava enjoys being pressed to Beatrix for a few more moments before sitting back up, and looking to where she was directed.
Sitting on the edge of the tub is a man. His skin is a dark mahogany, just a few shades darker than Alorna's chocolate body. He's muscular, body toned and built like a God. Hanging between his spread legs is a heavy cock. The large, uncut head floats in the water. His heavy balls are massive and filled with the biggest load of cum in the entire brothel. This was Grimm, Beatrix's top earner and an old friend of Ava's.
The Royal smiled, her heart fluttering at the sight of him. She drifts forward, finding a comfortable resting place between his legs. Her hands wrap around his dark shaft, stroking up and down slowly, her touch gentle. "Had I known you were coming, I would have been up here, awaiting you already," Grimm says. His voice is deep with a thick accent. He's half dark-elf, sharing many features, as well as an accent, with Alorna. His other half is orcish, giving him a strong form and a large cock. Ava smiles up at him, enjoying feeling the weight of his fat cock in her hands. "Perhaps tomorrow we can get all of the other men together, so we may give you a proper welcome," He teases.
Ava blushes, letting him run a hand through her long hair. She bites her lip, lowering her eyes. She looks to his length, watching her pale hands stroke it up and down, enjoying the beautiful contrasts in color. "I haven't been with a man in a long time," Ava admits, peeking up at him for a moment. "You'll... you'll have to teach me again," She whispers. He smiles. Ava leans in and lays a soft kiss against him abs. She kisses her way down, along his powerful muscles, feeling him growing and throbbing to an impossible length in her hands. She hefts that heavy slab of meat up and leans in close.
Ava kisses one of his heavy hanging nuts. She moves to the other one, taking it in her mouth. "Mmm," Grimm can't help but moan. Out of practice or not, Ava clearly hadn't forgotten how to please him. She wrapped her soft lips around his ball and slurped lewdly upon it. Even the slightest taste of him made her mouth water, and soon drool coated it. Grimm leaned back a little, looking down at Ava, breathing slow, deep breaths. He watched her small hands pumping up and down his shaft, much too large for her to use a single hand. He watched the way she kissed and sucked his balls, worshiping them as if they belonged to a God.
Ava lets him free of her lips with a lewd 'pop'. Letting her tongue hang out, she drags it against the underside of his cock, slowly, taking her time to tease him. Grimm lets out another moan, reaching out and running his fingers through Ava's long hair. He moved it out of her face, meeting her beautiful eyes. She bites her lip, wrapping her hands close to the base of his cock. Ava waves it back and forth in front of herself, before slapping it against her face. "So big," She moans, teasing Grimm. He moans, watching her slap herself with his fat cock.
With a smile, Ava takes it in her mouth. She pushes it down, down, as far as she can get it. Her lips reach about halfway before she lets out a gag and has to pull back. Licking her lips, Ava tries again. She pushes it back down her throat, gagging once more, but holds it there. She wiggles slightly, trying to fit more. Grimm can barely contain himself at this display. His legs tense slightly and he breathes deeply, letting out a small chuckle. There's no way Ava will be able to fit his entire length down her throat. Not only was he extra long, but he was thicker than her slender wrist. He was impressed she could even get half of it down.
Still, Ava kept trying. She pulled back and let a large glob of spit splatter onto the throbbing head. She quickly spread it all over his meaty shaft before spitting on it again. "Fuck, Ava," Grimm breathes, feeling himself throb and pulse in her deft hands. She leans in, taking it back in her mouth. Ava closes her eyes, determined to get all the way to the base. She bobs her head up and down, letting lewd gagging and choking noises escape her greedy throat. Drool runs down his length, dripping down his heavy nuts into the bath as she does such a sloppy job.
Her hot spit runs down her chin and onto her chest, the dark make-up around her eyes starting to run. She wiggles her hips, giving a final push as her nose hits Grimm's pelvis. He shudders, groaning happily as she manages to take the whole thing in. Ava pulls back, gasping for air. Her pale cheeks are bright red, tears springing from her eyes. She smiles and laughs, so proud of herself. Her hands keep pumping up and down his shaft.
Ava rises to her feet, giving Beatrix a nice look at her round bottom as she climbs into Grimm's lap. He puts his hands on her lower back, keeping her from falling, and slides into the water. The Princess presses her body to him, moaning as she feels the fat spit lubed head press to her aching lips. The taste of his juicy cock and balls still strong on her tongue as she sits down. She shivers as it pushes passed her lips, forcing her snug tunnel to stretch. Grimm does his best to be gentle with her, but Ava seems impatient. She pushes and pushes atop it, whining as pain mixes with pleasure.
Her breaths come quickly, like a bitch in heat, tongue hanging from her open mouth. She slides down that massive pole, quivering as it fills her drooling cunt. She squeezes her eyes shut and Grimm grabs hold of her round ass, keeping her from going any further. Despite her enthusiasm, getting carried away like this would only hurt the sweet little pet. Grimm chuckles, letting Ava press her face into his neck. He begins lifting her, slowly. He feels her tight pink lips gripping around his shaft, not wanting to let even an inch free as he lifts her up, up, up, just before sliding her back down.
She gasps, crying out as he pushes his length back into her, her toes curling. Then again and again. Ava can do nothing but take it, getting used like a common fucktoy. She grips the edge of the tub, shaking in his arms as he impales her on that massive, throbbing black dick. "Look at you, so beautiful, so perfect," He whispers to her, enjoying the lewd noises escaping this prim and proper Princess. Enjoying the noises he's making come from her. "I think I'll keep you to myself for tonight. I'm not in a sharing mood."
"Pleeeease," Ava begs. She wants nothing more than to spend the entire night sandwiched between Grimm and Beatrix. She spent most of her time serving Alorna. While she truly enjoyed pampering the chocolate slaver, it was nice to be the center of attention for a brief time. Grimm kept her just there. He held her in place, thrusting slowly, letting her feel his fat cock pushing in and out of her aching body. The thick head teased her womb, threatening to shoot the thickest, gooiest load Ava had ever felt inside of it. It really wouldn't be much longer before he did that.
He could feel his body reacting to Ava's. The ache in his balls growing larger and larger. His muscles tensed as he held back, wanting to make Ava moan and whine for his cock for as long as he could. The water splashes around them. "Harder," Ava whispers. Grimm obliges. His thrusts come faster, working her snug box. He manages to fit his entire length inside her, letting his thighs clap against her. He grunts and moans, teeth clenched as he works Ava over.
She presses tight against him, squeezing her eyes shut. A wave of immeasurable pleasure washes over her entire body, forcing her to shake uncontrollably in his arms. She gasps and moans, her legs tight on either side of him. Her arms tense around his neck and she hugs him tightly, cumming for him. Her already tight pussy squeezes tight, fitting him like a glove as she becomes a quivering wreck in his arms. Grimm smiles and lays a kiss against the side of her head, pushing himself balls deep into the Princess.
He moans with her, letting a hot torrent of thick cum flood her. It shoots like a hose, exploding deep inside her womb and filling it to the absolute limit. There's still more as it surges through his cock and splatters Ava's snug fuck hole, squirting lewdly out between them. Ava goes still, laying against him as she feels it fill her. So hot. So thick. It fills her body completely, her flat tummy bloating slightly as her slender frame struggles to contain it. Grimm holds her tight, letting her enjoy the feeling of being filled like a pastry. Ava can't do much but moan and whimper against him, her hips moving slowly as she grinds gently atop him.
Beatrix moves closer, sitting just behind Ava. She runs a gentle hand up and down the Princess' back and lays a soft kiss upon Ava's cheek. "What are your rates at again Grimm? How much must I pay you to keep us company for the night?" She asks. A small smile comes to Ava's lips, her cheeks hot as she blushes. She wasn't sure if she'd be able handle a full night of, not only Grimm, but Beatrix as well... But she'd sure as Hell try.
