In the heat of the moment, Oga found himself lost in the throes of passion, unable to resist the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.
The wet, velvety touch of Yaya's tongue on his balls sent a wave of pleasure surging up his spine, causing him to gasp and moan with each tug and lick.
Nylah stood motionless, a mute spectator to the unfolding eroticism. Despite feeling a compulsion to caution Yaya about crossing a certain threshold, her words fell on deaf ears.
Yaya, wearing a sheepish smile, continued with her unbridled hunger, wrapping her tongue around one of Oga's balls in a ravenous slurp. The sound of saliva dripping from her lips only added to the intensity of the moment.
Oga, on the other hand, experienced a twinge of guilt towards Nylah, despite his uncontainable desire. She had initiated this midnight rendezvous, and he found it impossible to resist.
Though Nylah had the potential to be his first wife, her inclination towards debauchery had culminated in this very situation.
Oga's sperm count had soared to two million, causing his testicles to swell and ache with pleasure. He knew he should stop Yaya, but the sensations were too overwhelming to ignore.
As he surrendered to the pleasure, Oga's grunts grew louder and more urgent, mirroring the increasing intensity of his desire. Every passing moment brought him closer to release, his member darkening and throbbing with vitality.
Yet despite his desperate longing, the release continued to elude him, driving him to new heights of passion and desire. He was consumed by the intensity of the moment, unable to think of anything but the pleasure coursing through his veins.
As the last wave of pleasure washed over him.
Those spectating couldn't help but wonder how long he had held it in.
But amidst the scattered thoughts, there was unanimous admiration for Yaya. With nothing more than her lips, she evoked such a powerful reaction from Oga.
"Summon the servant girl and request a bowl," Oga commanded with a strained voice, as a sharp pain shot through his abdomen.
Despite the praises thrown his way, he never imagined falling prey to such a ruthless attack on his manhood. Yaya fearlessly clutched his testicles, denying him any hope of relief. Despite his yearning for respite, it remained unattainable.
"You–"
Yaya confidently challenged Nylah and the ladies, "Would you rather have him discharged on the floor?"
Sage quickly rebutted, "You still broke the rules." Undeterred, Yaya replied, "It's just a few spankings, it's worth receiving what comes next."
As Yaya's first round came to an end, she knew that Oga's pent-up desire was too much to result in just a little rope of semen.
It was the perfect opportunity for her to showcase her skills and catch his attention. She longed to become a core member of House Thornbrick, and if she had to play a little dirty and receive a few paddles, it would be worth it.
However, her thoughts were interrupted when Nylah declared the beginning of the next round. Nylah's venomous warning rang through the room, "If you dare to keep using your hands for round two, don't blame me for being cruel…."
As Nylah cast her gaze upon Yaya's conniving actions, a surge of annoyance coursed through her veins. "This wench desires to rise to a higher station," she muttered under her breath, her mind synchronized with that of Sage. They were both well aware of Yaya's scheme, none more guarded than Nylah.
All the effort that Nylah went through to get Yaya with Nuu had gone to waste. She could only watch as Yaya continued to stroke her way into Oga's sphere.
The worst part was that Yaya was still strangling his balls as she got on her knees, ready for his release.
Despite the tense situation, Yaya remained focused on her goal. This was her chance to prove herself and she wasn't going to let anyone stand in her way.
Yaya's heart pounded with anticipation as she deftly worked her magic, inching ever closer to the outcome she desired. As she continued, Oga's pleasure began to mount, audible in the low growl that escaped his lips.
And then, in a rush, an endless flow of semen gushed forth and covered her face. Yet Yaya eagerly received his release, feeling the warm liquid as it spread across her countenance.
With a radiant smile, she relished the divine taste, savoring each moment as if it were her last. She was pleased to know that she had piqued Oga's interest, believing that her success was a testament to the smile on his face.
The harsh truth of the matter was that there was nothing glamorous about the life of a mortal woman attempting to escape the role of a Night Wench.
Hopelessness pervaded every aspect of their existence, as they were relegated to the position of mere pets for those with bloodlines. It was a cruel fate that many could not avoid.
One may wonder why any woman would willingly subject herself to such degradation. The answer was simple: the promise of a boon that could extend their life by fifty years or more with each breakthrough of their master. It was not only women who fell prey to this temptation; any mortal would succumb to the lure of such a promise.
Though a mortal could only hope to live a thousand years through their association with one of these bloodlines, that was ample time to amass great wealth or even establish an empire. The cost? Simply becoming the pet of their chosen master. Few could resist the chance to leech off the power of someone like Oga.
Of course, not all bloodlines were created equal. Some gave greater boons than others, as Nylah and Sage knew all too well.
Nylah had already undergone several sessions with Oga this month alone. The results were nothing short of extraordinary. Her physique now rivaled that of Caterian Maverik, a woman who had trained for almost fifteen years. Yet, Nylah had achieved the same results in just a month.
But Yaya's journey to becoming a consort had only just begun, and the question of whether she would achieve her goal remained unanswered. However, in the present moment, she found herself succumbing to the temptation of a powerful bloodline.
The consequence of her choice was an overwhelming and unrelenting flow of ejaculation, cascading down upon her face in thick ropes of semen. This deluge seemed never-ending, threatening to drown her in its sticky embrace.
Meanwhile, Nylah watched with great amusement as Yaya struggled to cope with the overwhelming flood of fluid.
She knew that Yaya had bitten off more than she could chew, seduced by the promise of power without fully understanding the cost.
For in the world of bloodlines, there were no shortcuts, only trade-offs. And only those who were willing to pay the price would be granted the immortality they sought.
"Extend your tongue," he commanded with a stern tone. Without hesitation, she obeyed his orders like a faithful servant.
A stream of liquid poured down her throat endlessly as if there was no end to it. However, Oga's unrelenting stamina left onlookers in utter amazement.
With each passing moment, he maintained his impressive endurance, showcasing his mastery over his body.
"Time!" Nylah declared.
As if on cue, Oga withdrew from Yaya.
Before him stood a voluptuous maiden, now wholly enshrouded in his batter. A masterpiece of his own making.
With perfect timing, a young servant glided into the room, holding a fragile porcelain bowl in her hands. She exuded the confidence of a seasoned attendant.
Her physical appearance was nothing short of stunning, with curves that exquisitely accentuated her femininity and a demure countenance that concealed her inner resilience.
As she entered, her lips parted in astonishment, resembling a startled doe frozen in the glare of approaching headlights.
Sage snapped, "Why are you still standing there like a fool?"
Nuu interjected, "No need to shout. Our situation is enough to make anyone react in a similar manner, wouldn't you agree Hilda?"
Hilda's face turned a shade of red as she lowered her head, memories of that day with Nuu flooding her mind. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Oga turned sharply, his gaze locking onto the attendant with an intense curiosity that seemed to penetrate her very being. "Gayle, you're Nylah's new hire, correct?" he inquired, his voice dripping with authority.
Gayle's voice barely rose above a whisper as she replied, her eyes fixed on the strange object that hung from Oga's waist. "Yes, Milord."
Oga pressed on, his voice low and rumbling. "Tell me, what was your previous employer?"
Gayle took a deep breath before answering. "I began working at the age of nine in the House of Ludwig, a modest merchant in a small town. When he passed away, I had nowhere else to turn but Lady Nylah."
"How did you come to know Lady Nylah?" Oga inquired further.
"Through her interaction with Sr. Ludwig," Gayle replied.
Nodding thoughtfully, Oga continued, after confirming with Nylah, "Do you understand that your duty will be much more grueling than working for a merchant?"
"This lowly one is willing," Gayle replied without hesitation.
"Good," Oga said, gesturing for her to approach. After a brief moment of hesitation, Gayle took a tentative step forward, her nerves on edge.
Speaking with confidence, Oga declared, "Your sole responsibility tonight is to clean up and oversee this game. Fear not, Lady Nylah will provide all the necessary explanations." His tone softened as he added, "Furthermore, for any additional services you render, you shall receive 3,000 ducats as a reward."
Gayle's heart skipped a beat as she contemplated the offer. Tales of affluent and influential lords often came with hidden strings attached.
Yet, the allure of 3,000 ducats proved irresistible. However, tradition dictated that she must humbly decline the initial offer.
"Milord, this humble servant cannot accept," Gayle responded, her voice gentle and quivering.
"No need for modesty," Nuu chimed in, a sly grin spreading across his face. "The night will test your sanity, so it would be wise to accept."
Nylah quickly went over the rules, her voice low and menacing. "If you dare speak of what you've seen here tonight, your tongue will be no more."
Hilda nodded in gratitude, relieved that Nylah had taken such measures to keep the secrets of tonight under wraps. The mouth of loose lips servant can be disastrous.
With this assurance, she didn't need to worry about the brunette spreading rumors.
"What are you waiting for? Get to work and dare not allow his seed to spill," said Nylah with a tinge of panic.
One might question why the ladies were so fervent in their efforts to prevent this spill. The answer lies in the fact that this divine liquid could be deemed a beauty elixir, and its taste was simply exquisite.
It would be a travesty to allow such a precious substance to be lost. If this were not a game, they would have eagerly savored every last drop.
"Milord, it appears to be an unruly beast," Gayle exclaimed as she approached.
Observing the situation, Nylah interjected, "As you can see, she cannot manage it. Permit me to handle the task."
"Nylah!" Oga glared with ferocity. "Do not even consider it. Let Gayle execute her duties. Use both hands!"
With humble confidence, Gayle replied, "This unworthy servant will perform to the best of her abilities, my lord."
Feeling tortured, Nylah made a plea, "Why must you subject me to such agony, Ogi? Just a lick."
Yet, noticing that his countenance remained unchanged, she resignedly retreated with a dejected smile.
Gayle swiftly and deftly scraped the sticky substance off Yaya's body, expertly collecting it in a nearby bowl. After a brief pause, Gayle's hands were filled with fervent passion as she turned her attention to Oga's phallic. With each movement, the bowl filled with his seemingly never-ending seed, until at last, after two intense minutes, his final droplet completed the bowl halfway.
"It's time for Udder's spanking," said Sage
Yaya couldn't help scowling, "You–"
Nuu chuckled and praised, "You did an excellent job, Yaya."
"..."
[3 minutes later ]
Yaya limped towards her seat, her body still aching from the harsh blows of Nylah's unfettered spanking. Meanwhile, Nuu observed everything with eager anticipation, reveling in each unfolding moment.
He savored every detail, from the unrestrained release etched on Yaya's face to the titillating sensation of the servant pleasuring Oga.
As Yaya found herself at the mercy of everyone's hands once more, including Nuu's, he basked at the moment.
The sight of Yaya's ample bosom bouncing with each paddle strike, her tongue lolling out in pleasure - it was nothing short of pure ecstasy. Nuu marveled at the sheer ingenuity of Oga's game.
Once Gayle was done performing her cleaning, it was time to host the game, Oga grew tired of waiting for everyone, and in his idle state he added a few more:
[duo eggplant-double team], [ peaches-ass play], [frog-french kissing], [ok finger-anal], [the peace sign-pounding the pussy], [pointed finger-fingering], [scented oil- full body sensual massage], [two pair of balls-mouth play], [bowl-semen drinking], [paddles-everyone spanking you], [sweat droplets-orgasma],[whip-bdsm], [smiling face-facial],[trian- gangbang], [x-69], [?- q &a], [table-milking], [a mouth-golden shower], and [melons-titjob ]
"The following participant shall be Lady Hilda. Please step forward," Gayle announced, her voice quivering with slight apprehension as she scanned through the list: Yaya, Hilda, Oga, Nylah, Nuu, and Sage.
"Oga, do you still intend to partake?" inquired Nuu, with a hint of concern laced in his tone.
"Of course. I should be good to go," replied Oga, although he had just deposited half a liter of semen.
As the wheel was set in motion, a hush fell over the room. Hilda wasted no time in taking her place, eager to see where the wheel would land. The tension was palpable as the roulette spun twice before finally coming to a stop on the whip.
There was a collective gasp as Gayle spoke up, her voice trembling with uncertainty. "Umm, Consort Hilda... will you be keeping it?"
Hilda's face flushed with embarrassment as she whispered, "No!" She glanced up and caught Nuu's excited smile, and couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement herself. She knew she couldn't escape it, and her body seemed to respond eagerly to the thought of being dominated.
Gayle spoke up again, breaking the tense silence in the room. "Consort Hilda?" she asked. "Yes, I'll keep it!" Hilda responded with difficulty, her voice filled with a sigh.
Not even a minute later, the second wheel landed on something she could tolerate - The French Kiss. All she had to do was endure Nuu's training.
"Consort Hilda, would you like another to join you, or take it on by yourself?" Gayle asked, giving Hilda the option.
"I'll take it alone, with Lord Nuu," Hilda replied firmly, not even giving Gayle a chance to ask the follow-up.
Nuu's mischievous grin widened as he observed Hilda's obedient behavior. "You are quite the compliant pet," he remarked, but then he inquired, "Why are you still standing?"
Without hesitation, Hilda dropped down onto all fours, eagerly raising her posterior in anticipation. "Yes, master!" she exclaimed, demonstrating her willingness to accept any punishment. The room was filled with stunned silence as Hilda surrendered herself to Nuu's authority.
It wasn't just the fact that she crawled on all fours that left everyone astonished, but also the way she adorned the collar around her neck and handed the leash to Nuu. Her tongue hung out of her mouth, resembling that of an excited puppy ready for a walk.
With Hilda's submission, Nuu felt a sense of control and power. He tugged at the leash, leading Hilda toward his desired destination. It was clear that Hilda was no longer in her right mind, but rather a docile pet eager to please her master's every whim.
"I knew it!' Sage murmured
"She did give off the vibe of a masochist," said Nylah
"..."