The demand

Brian woke up next morning with a dry mouth and a bad attitude.

The pink sheets of the room were still stiff with dried squirt-juice and his own crusty jizz.

Minnie’s little pink stamp stared at him on the crumpled piece of paper.

One per day.

One single, measly fuck every twenty-four hours.

In a kingdom overflowing with busty, brainless, completely unprotected virgins, the local government had hit him with a quota.

"Bullshit," Brian muttered, rubbing his greasy face. "Absolute bureaucratic horseshit."

A heavy metal gauntlet hammered on the wooden door.

Three sharp, precise clanks shook the frame, and almost spooked Brian.

"Envoy Bladeboss," a stiff female voice called out. "Are you awake? It is past the morning bell."

"Come in, dammit," Brian grunted, pulling the crusty sheet over his hairy belly.

The door swung open. Guardswoman Hollis marched into the room, coming to a halt at the foot of his bed.

She looked magnificent. Her polished silver cuirass squeezed her heavy breasts into a high, pale shelf of cleavage.

"There are four women outside seeking an audience with you," Hollis announced formally. One gauntleted hand remained welded to her upright spear. "I have conducted a security sweep. They carry no contraband, no weapons, and no illicit pastries. Will you permit them entry?"

Brian blinked, sitting up higher. "Four? …Sure. Let them in."

Hollis gave a single, rigid nod. She stepped to the hallway and gestured.

Four women practically tripped over each other tumbling into the bedroom.

Melody Chime led the charge. Her glossy copper twin tails bounced on her shoulders, her sky-blue dress was hitched high on her hips, and her teal eyes burned with manic energy.

"Brian!" Melody gasped, throwing her hands in the air. "I need another one! I wrote twelve more verses before breakfast, but the ending is stuck! My harmony is clogged again! I can feel the bad feelings backing up right in my tummy!"

Behind Melody came three other village girls, each one looking hotter than the last.

The first was Bonnie Marsh, who introduced herself as a pillow-stuffer from the sugar-fluff mills. She was tall with a striking, exaggerated hourglass figure. She had long, pale-lavender curls that tumbled around her shoulders, heavy D-cup breasts that strained against a flimsy lilac frock, a remarkably thin waist, and wide, curvy hips. Her long, smooth legs looked flawless.

She looked permanently half-asleep, her plump pink lips parted in a lazy, calm smile.

Next to her stood Trixie Glaze, apparently the village sugar-glass blower. She had short, choppy black hair, sharp features, and a pert, athletic frame. Her white work-tunic was open at the collar, revealing a pair of high, firm B-cup tits and a tight six-pack. A leather apron hugged her round, muscular ass.

The last girl was Posy Buttercream, a royal cake decorator. She was small-framed, with a smooth blonde bob tucked behind her ears with a golden buttercup pin. She had wide, dewy hazel eyes, a button nose, and a nervous, squeaky demeanor. Her pale pink dress had short puffy sleeves, cinching her narrow waist while framing a pair of pert, round C-cup breasts.

"I heard Melody’s new song in the square," Trixie said, her voice husky and eager. "She said you have an exotic tool that pulls out all the bad pressure. I work with hot sugar kilns all day. My whole chest is full of pressure!"

Bonnie lazily traced one of her massive tits through her thin dress, her fingers brushing her narrow ribs. "Melody said the mussage makes you feel light. I want to feel light. I wish I could just… drift away."

Posy just squeaked, wringing the hem of her short skirt in her trembling hands. "Flora said... Flora said it makes you leak sweet feelings! I… I just want to see if my feelings taste good."

Brian stared at the four of them. His jaw dropped.

Four gorgeous, eager, untouched village bimbos, standing in his bedroom, practically begging him to stuff his meat inside their virgin holes.

His cock woke up instantly, swelling into a thick, pulsing club beneath the sheets.

He threw the blanket back, preparing to jump out of bed and turn the room into a full-blown fuckfest.

A steel spear shaft slammed down horizontally across his chest, pinning him back to the pillows.

"Halt," Hollis ordered.

Brian glared up at the guardswoman. "What the hell, Hollis?!"

Hollis did not flinch. Her hazel eyes flicked to the four visitors, her voice stern and unyielding. "By order of Royal Inspector Minnie Spoonful, Envoy Bladeboss is licensed for only one mussage procedure per solar cycle. He is prohibited from treating multiple clients. He must choose only one."

Brian’s blood boiled. "Oh, come on! Look at them! This is a medical emergency! They are suffering from severe blockage!"

"The regulations are absolute," Hollis said, her jaw tight. "One woman. Choose, or I will clear the room."

The four women gasped in collective horror.

"One?!" Melody shrieked. "Well, in that case, it should be me! He already knows how to fix me!"

Melody did not wait for a debate. She reached behind her back, yanked her dress down, and let her blue dress puddle at her feet. She kicked off her shoes, hooked her thumbs into her white panties, and dragged them down her toned legs.

Soon she stood completely naked in the morning sun, proudly thrusting her perky breasts forward, her copper-trimmed pussy glistening.

"Pick me, Brian!" Melody begged, jumping up and down. Her breasts jiggled with every bounce. "Make me sing again!"

Trixie scoffed. "You already had your turn, you selfish songbird!"

The glass-blower untied her leather apron, tore off her tunic, and dropped her shorts. Her hard nipples pointed straight at the ceiling, and her tight, toned ass cheeks flexed as she planted her feet. Her shaved slit was pink and pristine. "Pick a real working woman, Brian! I just… I can just feel that there’s something big in me that… that needs to come out!"

"Oh, goodness," Bonnie drawled, blinking her heavy eyes. "I guess we’re doing this"

She grabbed the hem of her lilac frock and pulled it over her head, revealing her large, heavy D-cup tits. The pale mounds bounced with natural weight, tipped with wide, dark-pink areolas. She wiggled out of her underwear, exposing a completely flat, smooth stomach and a narrow waist that flared dramatically into wide hips. Between her shapely thighs sat a neat patch of soft lavender curls over her dripping slit.

"Pick me, Brian. People tell me I’m very soft. You can sleep on top of me when you are finished."

Posy turned crimson from her forehead to her collarbone.

She looked at the three naked women, then down at her own shoes.

"I... I want to be chosen too," Posy whispered.

With shaking hands, the cake decorator reached for the buttons of her pink dress. She slid the fabric off her delicate shoulders. She pushed down her frilly bloomers, stepping out of them with neat, dainty motions.

Brian’s breath hitched in his throat.

Posy was perfection. Her skin was porcelain white, completely free of marks or hair. Her small C-cup breasts sat high and firm, topped with pale pink berries that puckered tight in the cool morning air. Her waist was narrow enough for his two hands to circle completely. Between her smooth, slender thighs, her virgin slit was a neat, closed pink line, completely hairless and untouched.

Four completely naked women stood in a row before his bed, thrusting their tits out, arching their backs, and pleading for his “tool”.

Brian’s erection was throbbing so hard it felt ready to split his skin open.

He turned to look at Hollis.

She was blushing hard. She was staring at the row of nude women with wide eyes. Her breath was coming a little faster, her chest heaving against her breastplate.

Brian grinned.

Maybe there was a way he could enjoy all of them.

"Hollis," Brian said, his voice deep and authoritative. "A doctor cannot simply guess who needs treatment. That would be irresponsible. Scone Spire mussager code demands a thorough physical examination to locate the most urgent patient."

Hollis swallowed, her throat bobbing. "An… examination?"

"Yes. I must test their pressure points to determine who is closest to a catastrophic explosion. You wouldn't want a citizen to explode on your watch, would you?"

Hollis hesitated. Her practical guard training had no defense against medical nonsense. "No. Explosions are hazardous to public order. Proceed with the examination. But do it quickly."

"Understood," Brian purred.

He slid out of bed, and walked up to Bonnie first.

He stepped behind her, grabbed her wide, curvy hips, and round, firm ass cheeks, squeezing the smooth flesh with all his strength.

"Ah," Bonnie sighed, resting her head back. "That feels… odd."

Brian slid one hand around front across her flat belly, pushed his fingers through her lavender curls, and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt.

Bonnie let out a quick, confused whimper.

She was already slick.

She had never had sex, but her body was more than aware of what it truly wanted.

"Hmm," Brian muttered, pumping his fingers twice. "High viscosity. Mild pressure."

He moved to Trixie. He grabbed her toned breasts from the front, rolling her hard nipples between his calloused thumbs until she gasped.

He swung his right hand down and delivered a sharp, cracking slap across her bare ass.

SMACK.

"Woah!" Trixie yelped, arching her back, her eyes flashing. "Why are you hitting me?!"

"Acoustic feedback," Brian lied, shoving a finger deep into her tight, muscular slit. She clamped down hard around his digit, panting. "Good tone. Moderate blockage."

He moved to Melody. He didn't bother with her chest; he went straight for her cunt, burying three fingers into her recently broken hole.

Melody let out a loud, theatrical moan, her hips rocking against his knuckles.

"Mine is the worst, right?!" Melody pleaded. "Tell her mine is the most dangerous!"

"Very loose," Brian grunted, pulling his slick fingers out with a wet pop. "You can wait."

“WHAT?! NO!” Melody screeched, looking gravely disappointed.

Finally, he stopped in front of Posy.

The blonde girl was trembling. Goosebumps covered her pale arms. Her small breasts rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths.

Brian reached out and cupped her right breast. It filled his palm.

It was soft, silky, and burning with innocent body heat.

He pinched her small nipple.

Posy let out a high, squeaky whimper. Her knees knocked together.

Brian knelt down before her.

He grabbed her smooth, pale thighs and forced them wide apart.

He leaned close, inhaling the sweet, vanilla-and-sugar scent of her skin.

He pressed his thumb directly against her tight, closed slit, rubbing slowly over her virgin nub.

Posy gasped, her hands flying to the top of his greasy head.

Her hips twitched violently.

A clear, glistening bead of moisture leaked from her fold, coating his thumb.

She had to be absurdly tight.

A delicate, untouched little doll.

Exactly the kind of pure, soft creature he wanted to brutally defile.

Brian stood up, wiping his wet thumb on his trousers.

"The diagnosis is clear," Brian announced loudly. "Posy here is in critical condition. Her blockage is at critical mass. If I don't drain her immediately, she could suffer permanent internal damage."

Posy gasped, her hands covering her mouth. "Oh, no! Am I going to break?!"

"Not if I can help it," Brian said gravely.

Melody let out a furious wail. "WHAT?! That is absolute garbage! Look at her, she is small! She barely has any room for bad feelings!"

Melody stamped her bare foot on the rug. The sudden impact sent a mesmerizing jiggle through her perky breasts. She crossed her arms under her chest, pouting with an angry scowl.

"Life or death, Melody," Brian said coldly. He turned to the other three naked women, who looked crestfallen and desperate.

"Listen to me carefully," Brian commanded. "I can only use my sacred tool on Posy today. But there is a temporary relief method for the rest of you. Climb up on the bed. Sit on the mattress."

Bonnie, Trixie, and Melody quickly scrambled onto the wide bed, sitting side by side against the pillows with their legs spread wide.

"Now," Brian ordered, pointing a thick finger at them. "Each of you must rub your own pee-hole. Use your own fingers. Keep a steady rhythm on yourselves while you watch me work."

Trixie raised an eyebrow. "Will that fix us?"

"It will vent the surface steam," Brian explained. "However, there is a strict warning. If you feel a sudden wave of heat, if you feel an explosion of good feelings coming, you must stop immediately. Pull your hands away."

"Why?" Bonnie asked, her hand already sliding down between her lavender curls.

"Because the final explosion can only be safely absorbed by an authorized envoy's tool," Brian growled, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "If you explode on your own, your internal energy will scatter. You will ruin your ability to ever receive the true mussage. It is extremely dangerous. Understood?"

"Oh no," Trixie gasped, terrified of ruining her chance.

Brian loved the idea of keeping the women on constant edge, and being the only one who could relieve them. He was going to make this a formal policy from here on out.

Trixie carefully buried two calloused fingers into her own athletic, soaking slit, slowly starting to pump them in and out.

Melody spread her toned knees wide, her fingers swirling urgently around her own clit and wet hole.

Bonnie leaned back against the headboard, her long legs wide apart, lazily sliding three fingers deep into her own dripping pussy.

Within seconds, the three naked women were vigorously masturbating themselves on the bed.

Wet, squelching sounds filled the room.

Brian looked over at Hollis.

The guardswoman was frozen. Her spear had lowered slightly. Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling heavily beneath her silver armor. Sweat glistened on her throat. She was watching three naked women finger themselves on the bed with pure, shocked fascination.

Brian turned his attention back to his prize.

"Come here, Posy," he purred.

Posy stepped toward the edge of the mattress on trembling legs. Brian grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and slammed her chest-down onto the mattress.

Her pink face buried into the sheets. Her narrow waist bent, thrusting her smooth, pale, heart-shaped ass straight into the air.

Brian shoved his pants down to his ankles. His fat, purple-headed cock sprang free, rigid, throbbing hard, glistening with pre-cum.

He did not bother with warm-ups.

He grabbed Posy's slender hips, digging his thick thumbs into her pale flesh. He shoved the broad head of his cock against her pristine slit.

Posy let out a muffled whimper into the sheets. "The tool... it feels so big, Brian..."

"It is about to feel a whole lot bigger," Brian grunted.

He shoved his hips forward with all three hundred pounds of his filthy weight.

He could feel her hymen tearing immediately.

Posy shrieked, her spine snapping backward into a sharp arch. Her fingernails tore into the mattress fabric.

Brian buried himself to the absolute hilt.

Her virgin cunt was impossibly tight, clamping around his shaft with suffocating heat.

"It burns, Brian! It's too big!" Posy screamed into the pillows, her slender legs shaking violently.

"Take it, bitch," Brian growled, his balls slapping against her pale thighs. "You need it."

He grabbed her blonde hair, yanking her head back to expose her flushed, sweat-slicked face. He began pounding into her with ruthless force.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

His gut smacked against her lower back. Posy gasped and squirmed under him, her whimpers rising into shrill squeaks. Her tight virgin pussy milked him with every savage stroke. Her narrow hips began to move with his, desperately seeking the friction.

"Brian! Brian!" Posy cried out, her small breasts bouncing against the sheets. "All my feelings... they are turning into fire!"

"Let them burn!" Brian roared, ramming into her with everything he had.

On the bed right beside them, the three naked women watched every inch of the raw penetration. Their fingers worked frantically between their own thighs. Trixie shoved her hand deeper into her own slit. Melody stroked her wet folds with manic speed. Bonnie pumped her own dripping cunt, moaning loudly.

Brian flipped Posy onto her back, hooking his arms under her slender thighs. He lifted her legs back over her chest, folding her body completely in half.

He drove his cock deeper, jackhammering against her cervix.

The pressure built to an unbearable peak. Brian's climax was roaring up his spine.

"Ah! Ah! I am getting too hot!" Melody cried out, her eyes rolling back as she fingered herself furiously. "Brian, it is right there! I am going to burst!"

"Me too!" Trixie panted, her knuckles dripping with her own slick juice. "I am exploding! I cannot hold it back!"

"I am burning up!" Bonnie groaned, her long legs trembling as her hand worked faster between her thighs.

Brian glared at them through his sweat-soaked vision.

"Remember the rule!" Brian barked, his voice raw. He shoved his hips forward violently. "Hands off! Stop right now! Only I get to finish you!"

Melody, Bonnie, and Trixie gasped in terror. They instantly yanked their hands away from their own crotches.

Their climaxes vanished at the very brink. They sobbed in agonizing frustration, their cunts dripping wet fluid down their inner thighs, completely denied, shivering and desperate.

Brian focused everything on Posy.

He slammed into her one final, brutal time.

Posy's eyes rolled completely into the back of her head.

Her inner walls clamped shut around his shaft. A high, ringing wail tore from her throat.

A pressurized jet of clear fluid blasted out from her cunt, spraying over Brian's balls and soaking the bed. She squirted violently, her body thrashing in an explosive climax.

The crushing spasms of her virgin pussy broke Brian's control.

"FUCK!"

Brian slammed in to the root. His balls clenched.

He blasted a scalding load of seed straight into the depths of her womb. Rope after rope of creamy cum pumped into her, filling her completely, the excess bubbling out around his shaft in a frothy mess.

He collapsed onto her chest, panting, pinning her small body under his massive weight.

Silence fell over the room, broken only by his ragged gasps and the wet squelch of his cock softening inside her.

"Can it be me tomorrow?" Trixie finally asked with a hoarse throat, staring down at her own dripping hand.

"NO, ME! IT HAS TO BE ME!" Melody yelled furiously, rubbing her aching, denied thighs together.

"Please, Brian sir... consider me as well," Bonnie squirmed, shifting on the wet sheets.

Brian chuckled to himself.

Minnie thought she had restrained him.

She had no idea what she had done.

By limiting him to one woman a day, she had not protected the kingdom. She had turned his dick into the rarest, most desperately coveted commodity in the entire realm.

They would fight for it. They would beg for it. They would do whatever depraved, humiliating tasks he demanded, just for a chance at tomorrow's ticket.

Brian smiled, feeling the last of his sticky stuff drip inside the unconscious Posy.

"Capitalism wins again."

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