The Second Night's Revelry
Joana's demand hung in the air, her voice a sultry growl as she straddled Aegon's lap, her eyes blazing with feral need. "Fuck me like that," she said, her hands trembling with anticipation as she gripped his cock, still slick with Dalla's juices and his own cum, and guided it to her pussy.
The thick head pressed against her entrance, parting her swollen lips, and she sank down with a loud, shuddering "Ohh, yes!" Her cunt swallowed him greedily, her walls pulsing around his girth as she rocked her hips, coating him in her slick heat.
But Joana wasn't satisfied with just one. She reached for the monstrous glass dildo—its veined surface still glistening from Dalla's ruined holes—and positioned it at her ass. "Fill me up," she moaned, her voice breaking as she pushed the tip past her tight ring.
Aegon grinned, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust upward into her pussy, driving deep while she worked the dildo in tandem. "Mmm, fuck, yes!" she cried, her head tipping back, dark hair cascading over her shoulders as the dual penetration stretched her to her limits.
The sensation was overwhelming—his cock slamming into her cunt, the dildo plunging into her ass, each stroke syncing into a brutal rhythm. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, nipples hard and aching as she clawed at his chest. "Harder, Aegon, ruin me!" she gasped, her voice raw with desperation.
He obliged, his hips pistoning upward, the wet slap of their flesh mingling with her escalating moans— "Ohh! Nngh! YES!"
The dildo sank deeper, her asshole gaping around its girth, and she shuddered, her body a taut bowstring ready to snap.
Aegon's hands slid up to her breasts, pinching her nipples until she screamed, "Fuck, oh fuck, I'm—!"
Her climax hit like a storm, her pussy clenching around him as her ass spasmed around the toy.
"Ohhh, gods, YES!"
she wailed, her juices flooding over his cock, dripping down his thighs as she rode out the waves. He growled, his own release building, and thrust once more, spilling hot and thick into her cunt with a guttural "Nngh!" Joana collapsed against him, panting, her holes still twitching around their invaders, a satisfied smirk curling her lips.
But the night wasn't over. Aegon eased her off, the dildo slipping free with a wet pop, leaving her ass red and gaping. He stood, stretching, his cock softening but still glistening with their combined fluids. A sudden pressure in his bladder made him grunt, and he turned toward the chamber pot in the corner—until Dalla's voice, weak and trembling, stopped him.
She had dragged herself to her knees, her body a wreck of overstimulation, her thighs slick with cum and her own release. Her pussy hung open, a deep well between her legs, and she spread it wider with shaky fingers. "Use me," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her doe-like eyes pleading. "Piss in me, my lord."
Aegon froze, then laughed, a dark, rumbling sound. Joana propped herself on an elbow, her grin widening. "Oh, you filthy little slut," she said, clapping her hands in delight. "Do it, Aegon. Fill her up."
He stepped closer, his cock in hand, and aimed at Dalla's exposed cunt. The first stream hit her clit, and she flinched with a soft "Ahh!" as the warm liquid splashed against her raw flesh. Then he adjusted, directing the flow straight into her gaping pussy, the golden torrent flooding her depths. "Ohhh!" she moaned, her hips bucking as it filled her, mixing with the cum already inside. Aegon kept going, his piss overflowing, dripping down her thighs as she quivered, her hands still holding herself open.
When he finished, he rubbed her clit with his fingers, fast and rough, the slick mess of piss and cum squelching under his touch. Dalla's eyes rolled back, her voice rising to a desperate "Nngh! Ohhh, no—!" Her body seized, and then it happened—a massive fountain erupted from her pussy, a blend of his piss, her own release, and the remnants of his seed. It arced high, spraying across the furs for a full minute, her "Ahhh!" a continuous, broken wail as she convulsed, her legs giving out beneath her.
Aegon watched, mesmerized, then seized her by the hair, dragging her limp form back to the bed. "Not done with you yet," he growled, shoving her onto her back. Her legs flopped open, her pussy a sodden, gaping ruin, and he thrust into her without mercy. "Mmmph!" she whimpered, too weak to resist as he fucked her, his cock plowing through the mess inside her. Her moans faded to soft, incoherent gasps—"Nnh… ah…"—her head lolling as consciousness slipped away. He pounded harder, chasing his own release, and came with a final "Fuck!" spilling into her unconscious form.
He pulled out, leaving her sprawled and lifeless, her holes leaking onto the furs. Joana crawled to him, her eyes alight with hunger. "My turn again," she purred, pulling him down beside her. He entered her one last time, her "Ohh, yes, Aegon!" ringing out as he fucked her slow and deep, their bodies slick with sweat. They climaxed together, her "Mmm!" blending with his grunt, and they collapsed.
Both of them fell asleep atop the tattered furs, while Dalla's broken body lay beside them. None of the three had the energy to even get up; they hadn't bothered to wear anything or clean themselves. They simply passed out on the bed.
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The next morning, Joana awoke alone in the room, a thick blanket draped over her bare skin, shielding her from the cold. As she shifted, she felt the dried semen Aegon had left inside her vagina and across her thighs.
She rose and padded to the bathroom, where she washed her vulva and anus thoroughly, letting the water rinse away every trace until her body felt clean again.
Once dressed, she went to the maid's quarters to check on Dalla. It was well past morning, yet Dalla lay sprawled on her narrow bed, her body limp and still. Joana thought she might be asleep, but Dalla's eyes were open, staring blankly upward.
"Dalla… what happened?" Joana asked, her voice tinged with concern.
Dalla's breath hitched. "My lady…" she began, her words faltering as tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks.
"What's wrong?" Joana pressed, stepping closer.
Silently, Dalla parted her legs with a pained grimace, revealing herself. Joana gasped softly. Dalla's vagina and asshole were severely damaged—both openings grotesquely stretched, swollen, and red, the delicate tissues torn and gaping wide from brutal penetration.
"Are you alright?" Joana asked, her tone softening with worry.
"I… I don't think I can walk today," Dalla murmured weakly. "I applied ointment to my Holes to ease the pain, but it's no use. They're too stretched. My canal is so loose you could slide your entire hand inside without resistance."
She seemed on the verge of crying again, and Joana, driven by a mix of curiosity and concern, reached out. She gently spread Dalla's labia, examining the ravaged state of her genitals, then inserted her hand into the vagina. It entered effortlessly. When Joana's wrist disappeared inside her canal, she stopped. Dalla whimpered softly but didn't resist.
"Hmm," Joana said, withdrawing her hand, now slick with the ointment. "At least no one in the palace will want to fuck you now. You're free of that burden." Faint, bittersweet humor colored her voice.
Then, unexpectedly, she added, "I'm sorry, Dalla. Your vagina and anus are ruined because of me."
Dalla shook her head faintly. "Please, don't say that, my lady. It was the most intense experience I've ever had, Just like a beast—His Majesty took me with such force. I'm honored to serve you and him." She tried to lower her head in respect, though her body barely moved.
Joana sighed. "I'll ask His Majesty to leave you alone—at least for the near future. Rest now."
She turned to leave but returned shortly with a small wooden box. "Here," she said, setting it beside Dalla. "Your reward." Inside gleamed a stack of gold coins, catching the dim light.
Dalla's heart lifted, though she kept her expression neutral. She reached for the box, but Joana paused, a strange, mischievous smile curling her lips. Dalla's stomach tightened—she recognized that look.
"Why… why do you enjoy this?" Dalla whispered, her voice trembling.
Joana didn't reply. She opened the box and began taking coins, pressing them one by one into Dalla's overstretched vagina. The cold metal filled her vaginal canal, stacking inside until it could hold no more. Then Joana turned to her anus, pushing coins into the equally dilated opening, packing it full until both orifices brimmed with gold.
"This should be enough for you," Joana said calmly, stepping back. She started toward the door, but a sharp *clink* stopped her. Then another. She glanced over her shoulder. Coins were slipping from Dalla's vagina and anus, tumbling to the floor as her slack muscles failed to retain them. They spilled out steadily, clattering against the stone.
"Poor thing," Joana murmured, a mix of pity and amusement in her tone, before leaving to attend to her own tasks.