Yes. She's a good girl (orgasm denial success)

"QUIET CONCUBINE!" Master growls.

Her wails of frustration continues as Master increases his pace. You stop kissing Areli and enjoy the view of the woman's large perky tits slapping up and down her chest with each of his rapid thrusts. Tears stream down her face and fall on to your exposed body beneath her. I'm so fucking horny! You bite your lip to avoid cumming yourself!

Squuuuuuish! Squuuuuuish! Squuuuuuish! Squuuuuuish!

The girls ass is slick with arousal and the sounds of Master's balls bottoming out against her buzzing clit is messy and wet.

"Ohhhhhhhihhohohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she cries louder.

Imagine being bred and not being given permission to cum? The horrible thought drives you wild! You glance over Areli and recognize a mirrored idea in her green eyes.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRGH!" Master grips the poor girl tightly encircling her waist with both of his hands. His large orange-sized balls contract repeatedly pumping his seed into her **** body.

"uuuuurrrururruuugh...." The Queen's eyes roll back into her head as she joins her Master in a violent orgasm of her own. She lifts her augmented breasts up to his gaze and pinches her nipples tightly.

"Errrrrrrgh...." The girl falls forward on top of you and begins to gurgle in frustration. Her clitoral augment continues to buzz and she clamps her thighs tightly together. She has a focused grimace on her face. She is determined not to fail her Master. She is determined to capture all of his cum as well.

The girl lets out a horrible croaking sound. You can make out a rumbling noise coming from within her stomach. You strain to look down and see her formerly tiny waist is swelling and bloating as she strains to contain every ounce of his seed. She's going to pop! you worry with alarm.

Veins bulge out of Master's throat as his entire body goes rigid with effort. Hundreds of pounds of muscle and man are exerted for one purpose. Pumping as much seed into his captured ****. She squirms under his firm grasp. His powerful fingers leave deep marks in her beautiful pale skin. His hands can no longer encircle her waist now that she has been pumped almost to the point of breaking... almost...

"Aaarrrck!" The Queen spasms at her Master's side. "Please Master.... shut off the augment... I'm too sensitive."

"UUUUUGGGGHGHHHHHH..." With his orgasm complete, Master slides off the woman and falls back into his large chair. Relieved.

The girl topples off of you and Areli and falls to the floor with a wet slap! You can no longer see her, but she wails in frustration beneath the table. Her clitoral augment also remains active, and she is **** to cum. Her body is weak from the rough use, but she dare not succumb to the vibrations.

"Pleeeeease..." The Queen clings to Masters side and whimpers, "Pleeeeease... no more... I.... need a break..."

She claws pathetically at his rough skin. Master looks down at her with a self satisfied snort. He pauses and scratches her beard. All of you in the room think he might deny her request.

The Queen shudders again in another silent orgasm as she clings to his powerful arm.

"THAT'S GOOD." Master praises both the Queen and the girl still sobbing at his feet.

The buzzing stops as Master makes a subtle motion that deactivates their buzzing clits. The Queen goes slack at his side. Two guards arrive and drag the girl out of the hall. A trail of cum pools from the girls bloated womb behind her. The room is again a blaze of rapid activity. Maids scramble to clean the slick floor and reset the table. Attendants surround the Queen touching up her makeup and fixing her dress. Concubines race to eat the last traces of food off of you bodies as the four of you are released from your bondage and brought to the center of the room.

"TIME FOR GAMES!" Master laughs.

Areli, Tess, Coraline, and you kneel before the Harem feeling the eyes of hundreds scanning your naked bodies. Your breath catches in our throat as you await you fate. Thrilling butterflies dance within your little stomach. You treasure the unfamiliar weight of the collar around your throat.

I will win.

The priestess rises to announce the game.