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Andy, slung over Theresa's shoulder like a prize, felt a throbbing curiosity about what lay beyond the mysterious door, his cock already stirring at the thought. When Theresa pushed it open, the room revealed itself as a stark, sensual dungeon—empty save for a pristine bed bathed in the flickering glow of a single lamp, its light casting lewd shadows on the stone walls. The bed was no ordinary one; it was rigged with gleaming metal cuffs at each corner, designed to bind its occupant in a spread-X pose, promising both restraint and ravishment.
"Get ready, Mr. Alien?" Theresa purred, her voice a sultry growl dripping with wicked intent. She shoved Andy onto the mattress, shackling his wrists and ankles to cuffs, spreading him into a vulnerable X. His chiseled muscles tensed, his massive cock—still semi-erect from unloading a thick load of cum because of Theresa—throbbing against his will. The cold metal bit into his skin, chains clanking as he yanked against them. His green eyes blazed with defiance, sweat glistening on his brow, betraying a flicker of panic.
"Let me go, you deranged sluts! I'm Andy fucking Collins, not some toy for your twisted games!" he roared, his voice cracking, his chest heaving, his cock betraying him with a twitch that caught Theresa's eye.
Theresa's laugh was a high-pitched, mocking cackle that danced off the walls, her red eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Oh, stud, you're nothing here but a Dragon-rank cock to milk dry." She stripped with agonizing slowness, untying her bodice, her massive tits spilling free, bouncing heavily, pink nipples hard and glistening in the candlelight. Her skirt dropped, revealing a curvaceous body, pale skin freckled and flushed, her waxed pussy already dripping, its slick folds glistening like a forbidden fruit. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress, and straddled Andy, her plump, juicy ass grazing his cock, sending a jolt of unwanted pleasure through his core.
Slish!
Meanwhile, Nora sat on the floor in front of the bed, her notebook resting on her crossed legs, ready to write, her gaze expressionless watching Andy closely.
Theresa seized Andy's cock, her fingers barely encircling its girth, and guided it to her dripping pussy, lowering herself with a guttural moan that filled the room like a siren's call. "Tchh!" Andy gasped as her warm, wet folds enveloped him, cozy at first, but as she sank deeper, her pussy became a living vice—squeezing, pulsing, and vibrating with an otherworldly intensity that made his eyes roll back. Fuck, it's like she's sucking my soul out, he thought, his body trembling.
Plap! Slish! "¡Ahhn!"
"By Veldra's grace, this cock's a fucking monster!" Theresa moaned, her voice thick with lust, her tits bouncing wildly, slapping the air with meaty thwacks, her pink nipples tracing lewd arcs in the flickering light. "Mmm, you delicious stud, I'm gonna drain every drop from this beast!" Her words were raw, dripping with vulgarity, each syllable a lash meant to degrade. "Fuck me, you bastard! Pump that godly cum into my slutty hole!" She rocked her hips, her ass slamming against his thighs, the wet squelch of her pussy echoing like a drum.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Squelch!
Andy's pride as a man, his ego as a conqueror of women, crumbled under the onslaught. Theresa's tits swung before his face, their soft, warm flesh brushing his cheeks, her sweet, musky sweat flooding his senses. He fought to stay detached, to keep his mind sharp, but his cock betrayed him, throbbing inside her ravenous pussy, every pulse driving him closer to the edge. In a desperate bid for control, he lunged forward, capturing a pink nipple in his mouth and biting hard, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh, hoping to shock her into submission.
"¡AHHN~!"
Theresa's moan was a twisted blend of pain and ecstasy, her red eyes flaring with feral lust, her grin widening. "Oh, you dirty fucker, bite my tits harder!" she screamed, her hips slamming faster, her ass pounding his thighs with brutal rhythm, the Plap-Plap-Plap~! of flesh against flesh drowning out his protests. Her pussy clenched tighter, milking his cock with supernatural force, her juices dripping down his balls, pooling on the bed.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Squelch!
Andy's counterattack backfired, his bite only fueling her depravity. Frustration surged as his chained body left him powerless, the cuffs biting deeper into his wrists. In a final act of defiance, he thrust his hips upward, driving his cock deeper into her, hoping to seize control. But Theresa laughed, her pussy tightening like a noose, sucking him with such force that he gasped, his body trembling with unwanted ecstasy.
"That's it, stud! Fuck my cunt harder!" she growled, her tits smacking his face, her nipple still wet with his saliva, her juices coating his thighs. "You're my fucktoy, and I love how you squirm like a bitch!" Her sharp nails raked down his chest, grazing his skin, sending electric shocks through him.
Plap! Plap! Clap!
"I'm gonna… cum!" Andy growled, his voice shattered, his pride obliterated as Theresa's pussy overwhelmed him. His cock pulsed, teetering on the edge, every muscle in his body screaming.
Theresa halted abruptly, lifting off him with a wet Pop!, his cock glistening with her juices, throbbing in the air. Her eyes morphed, pupils narrowing into reptilian slits, glowing gold. Twisted black horns sprouted from her head, gleaming like obsidian, and black bat-like wings unfurled from her back, their leathery edges quivering with menace. She grabbed his face, her red nails digging into his cheeks, her breath hot and saccharine against his lips. "Cum for me, stud. But we're just warming up." Her wings brushed his thigh, a dark promise of relentless torment.
Andy, his male pride roaring—he'd always been the one to dominate, to make women beg—grinned defiantly. "Bring it, you demonic whore," he spat, his voice trembling with lust and fear. "I'll fuck you till you break."
"Love that fire," Theresa purred, her grin feral. She slammed her hips down, impaling herself with a force that made the bed groan and splinter. Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Her pussy clamped like a vice, milking his cock with every savage bounce. Andy's groans turned desperate; he couldn't hold back. Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! A thick, hot torrent of cum erupted into her womb, overflowing around his shaft, dripping onto the mattress. Theresa threw her head back, her moan a primal "Ahhhn!" as she collapsed onto his chest, her tits smashing against him, her tail flicking his skin. "Mr. Alien, you're gonna breed me," she panted, her voice dripping with twisted triumph.
Andy gasped, his chest heaving, sweat pouring down his body, his muscles quaking. "Give me… five minutes…" he pleaded, his voice faint, his green eyes clouded with exhaustion.
Fufufufu! Theresa's laugh was a wicked melody as she leaned down, her tongue licking his cheek, rough and warm, leaving a slick trail. "Five minutes? Look at this fucking cock, still hard as steel," she purred, clenching her pussy around his erection, wrenching a moan from him. ""Is it because you're an alien?" She rode him again, her thrusts faster, more brutal, her ass slapping his thighs, her tail teasing his balls, sending shocks of pleasure through him. Plap! Plap! Slish!
Plap! Plap! Slish!
Nora, writing on her parchment with her enormous breasts rising and falling with each breath, spoke without looking up. "Bad move, challenging her, Mr. Alien," she said in a cold, robotic voice, her yellow eyes shining through her glasses.
"Why…?" Andy rasped, his body trembling under Theresa's relentless assault.
"Fufufu…" Theresa's laugh was a dark purr, her horns glowing, her tail whipping the air. "I'm a succubus, the only one in this brothel, in this whole kingdom," she said, her tits slapping his face with every word, her pussy sucking his cock like a living beast. "And when a succubus fucks, she fucks fifteen times. Minimum!" Her wings unfurled, casting shadows as she pounded him into the mattress.
For the first time, Andy felt raw terror, his arrogance collapsing. He yanked at the chains, his muscles bulging, the metal creaking but unyielding. Theresa's supernatural strength pinned him, her tail coiling around his thigh like a serpent, her hips grinding mercilessly. Plap! Plap! Squelch! "AHHN!"
"Fuck—stop—please!" he begged, his voice hoarse, his balls aching as she forced another climax. Spurt! Spurt! Sprooft! His second load flooded her, weaker but thick, her pussy drinking it greedily. She didn't stop, her moans filling the room as she drained him again and again. Plap! Plap! Plap! Three more orgasms ripped through him—Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!—each one more agonizing, cum pooling beneath them. "Feels so fucking good to milk you dry!" she growled, her tail flicking his chest, her wings casting an ominous glow.
The stamina test became a brutal marathon of sex, pushing Andy beyond his limits. By the fourth climax, his voice cracked, pleading. By the sixth, tears mingled with sweat, his eyes clouded. By the seventh, his body collapsed, his cock still hard but his mind shattered, the room a blur of candlelight and shadows. He passed out, his final thought a scream of terror: I can't...anymore....
Spurt! Spurt! "¡OHH!"
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After the 2-hour the intense experience with Theresa, Nora approached Andy, who was still recovering from exhaustion in bed, Theresa had already left. With a careful gesture, she handed him clothes from this world—a medieval laced shirt, loose-fitting trousers, and sturdy boots—replacing his previously otherworldly modern garments. "Get dressed in your new clothes" said Nora.
Without resisting, utterly drained, Andy dressed himself.
"Follow me, we need to negotiate your sale," Nora said firmly. Andy, completely submissive and with no other choice, followed her as they returned to the Reception Room where his fate in this medieval world would be negotiated. Both Andy and Nora returned to Roxanne's reception room, where the sale of him would take place.
When they entered the reception room, Roxanne and Stank, accompanied by their party, waited patiently. Andy noticed that Stank had removed the helmet that hid his face, revealing his handsome features. Piercing hazel eyes regarded the room with a cool, measured gaze, framed by a strong, angular jaw and brows that spoke of intelligence and resolve. He wore his brown hair perfectly combed back, which gave him an air of aristocratic refinement despite his violent bandit attire.
He appeared to be in his forties, as was Roxanne, but what made Andy a little uneasy was the resemblance he bore to someone he knew.
Roxanne broke the silence and smiled and asked, "So, Nora, have you completed your reconnaissance?"
"Yes," Nora replied, handing the paper to Roxanne. When Roxanne read the report, she was completely amazed by everything, especially the level of sexual stamina. Unable to contain herself, she exclaimed, "Sexual Stamina: Incubus Level!". Her eyes then glanced at Andy, who was still shining before her like gold.
Clearing her throat and coming back to reality, she turned to Stank and asked: "How much do you want for him?"
"Well, let's see, 1500 gold coins," Stank replied, though he would settle for 1000 or 1200. He wanted to try if he could get more coins. Unexpectedly, Roxanne pulled out a large bag of gold coins and put it on the table. "Here's 1500, you can go now. See you soon."
Stank was surprised by the money. In the turbulent underworld of the market, she was known to be stingy, but she gladly accepted this deal, which made Stank suspect fraud. However, he could not voice his suspicions. Taking the bag of gold, he put on his helmet and declared, "I will be out of the Kingdom for 2 months." With that said he and his group left the brothel leaving Andy at his new home.