The maid's ass was red and raw from Aegon's assault; her hole stretched wide around his girth. He pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping, and shifted to her pussy. He plunged in without warning, his cock splitting her open as she screamed into Joana's flesh.
"Muuuuu...." she wasn't able to scream because Joana pushed her head into her pussy. Her mouth was inside her pussy, she couldn't even scream.
The sound was muffled, but the vibration sent Joana over the edge, her thighs trembling as she came, her juices flooding Dalla's mouth.
"Swallow it," Joana hissed, grinding down harder until Dalla choked and complied. She slid off, breathless, and watched as Aegon flipped Dalla onto her back. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, bending her nearly in half, and pounded into her with savage force. Her pussy clenched around him, slick and swollen, her body a ruin of overstimulation. He slapped her breasts, watching them bounce with each thrust, and pinched her nipples until she sobbed.
Joana wasn't done. She retrieved the glass dildo, now slick with Dalla's own juices, and shoved it into the maid's ass. The double penetration tore a ragged cry from Dalla's throat, her body arching off the floor as Aegon and the toy claimed her completely. Joana fucked her with the glass, matching Aegon's rhythm.
The synced movements overflooded Dalla completely.
It was completely new to her, although she wasn't a virgin and every now and then fucked by some guards.
But it was one at a time...she wasn't fucked by two or more people at the same time...let alone in her two holes at the same time.
But now it was happening...
Her holes we being destroyed...at this very moment.
Aegon's pace faltered, his breaths coming in harsh grunts as he neared his climax. He pulled out of Dalla's wrecked pussy and shoved Joana down beside her, entering her with the same ferocity. Joana moaned, her legs wrapping around him as he fucked her, but his eyes stayed on Dalla, who lay trembling and spent, the dildo still buried in her ass. With a final, guttural roar, Aegon spilled inside Joana, his seed hot and thick as it filled her.
He withdrew, panting, and surveyed the scene: Joana sated and smirking, Dalla a broken heap of quivering flesh, her holes gaping and leaking, her body marked by their cruelty. He leaned down, brushing a kiss across Joana's forehead.
"Rest well," he said, his voice dripping with tenderness. "I liked your arrangements; give me something more tomorrow."
Joana laughed. "Thank you...I will make sure to entertain you tomorrow once again..."
Aegon smiled and left.
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Dalla and Joana were now alone in the dimly lit chamber, the air thick with the scent of sweat and faded incense.
Dalla lay sprawled across the rumpled sheets, her chest rising and falling unevenly, teetering on the edge of consciousness. Yet, despite her exhaustion, her ears caught every word drifting through the haze. When Joana's voice carried the news—that the Emperor had taken a liking to her—a faint smile tugged at Dalla's cracked lips, a flicker of pride amid her weariness.
Joana, standing near the foot of the bed, mirrored that smile, though hers was sharper, more knowing. "Thank you for giving a good performance,"
To an outsider, it might have seemed Dalla had been forced, her body trembling under the weight of something forced upon her.
But the truth was far different. This had been a carefully orchestrated act, a scheme woven between the two women to captivate the Emperor's fickle desires. Joana had prepared her well—coaching her on how to move, how to speak, and how to play the part of the submissive servant. Dalla, a maid by trade and accustomed to bending to others' whims, had agreed without hesitation. Not every detail had been shared, though—Joana had conveniently omitted the part about the dildo, a surprise that had left Dalla gasping at the moment.
"You'll behave like a slave," Joana had instructed earlier,
"And you'll be treated as one. It's what he craves—a fresh experience, something raw." For the Emperor, it was indeed novel, a departure from the polished courtesans who usually vied for his attention.
Now, as Dalla's head lolled against the pillow, she murmured, "My lady, I'm fortunate to be… taken by my lord. I'll perform better tomorrow, I swear. It's just…" Her voice faltered, a flush creeping up her neck as her gaze darted downward. Her body ached, her thighs still parted, revealing the raw, tender aftermath of the Emperor's vigor.
Her openings were gaped, flushed, and swollen.
Joana chuckled softly, stepping closer to inspect her handiwork. "Heh, it's your first time with him. Every woman he claims ends up like this afterward—even me. My first night? I was a wreck, just like you. I Couldn't sit for days. The next time was worse, believe me. You held up well, though. Better than most."
Dalla's chest warmed at the praise, a quiet gratitude blooming beneath her fatigue. She'd pleased them both—the Emperor and Joana. That was enough.
Joana's smirk returned, darker this time, as she leaned in. "But don't get too comfortable. I'll make sure those holes of yours are thoroughly ruined next time."
A shiver of fear darted through Dalla, her wide eyes locking onto Joana's. "My lady… you…" Her voice trembled, uncertain whether it was a threat or a promise.
Joana waved a dismissive hand, cutting her off. "Enough. Go clean yourself up—you're a mess. Filthy, really. I expect you to shine for His Majesty tomorrow tonight. Don't disappoint him." She turned to a small wooden box on the bedside table, flipping it open with a practiced flick of her wrist. Inspire gleamed a handful of gold coins.
Plucking two, she turned back toward Dalla, who hadn't yet summoned the strength to rise.
Dalla remained on the bed, legs splayed, too drained to cover herself. Joana's gaze lingered unabashedly on the maid's exposed form—her slick, stretched pussy and the tender ring of her asshole, both still glistening from the night's exertions. "Well," Joana said, her voice teasing, "here's your reward." But instead of pressing the coins into Dalla's hand, she bent forward, With a sly grin, she slid one coin into Dalla's asshole, the cool metal slipping easily into the loosened passage. The second she pressed into her pussy, the coin disappeared with a faint, wet sound.
Dalla's breath hitched, her body jolting at the strange sensation. "Wh—what…" she stammered, too stunned to form a coherent protest.
Before she could finish, Joana snapped her legs shut with a firm hand, trapping the coins inside. "There. Now get up and get out," she commanded, her tone brooking no argument.
Dalla nodded mutely, swallowing her confusion. She slid off the bed with movements stiff and unsteady, the coins shifting uncomfortably within her as she hobbled toward the door. With one last glance at Joana—whose smirk hadn't faded—she slipped out of the room.