You help the girl... and she tells you a secret.

After a few moments to steady herself. Yoshino pulls her night gown over her body and stumbles out of the room. You attempt to do the same, but the girl grasps your wrist.

"Please don't leave me," she begs you.

Her grip on your wrist is weak. Her large green eyes are full of desperation. The smokey makeup around her eyes runs down her face. She can't even lift herself off of the edge of the bed. Her legs dangle off the side of the bed. She remains naked except for her tall heels. Cum continues to escape from obscenely gaping pussy lips. Master's seed coats her inner thighs, drips in streams down her legs, and pools on the floor beneath her.

A pair of female guards approach to take her and you raise a hand to stop them.

"I will take her to her quarters." You offer firmly.

The guards look uncertainly at each other before nodding and exiting the room.

"Thank you!" the girl pants as you drape one of her arms over your shoulders and you pull her unsteadily to her feet.

"Your welcome," you say.

Both of you are unsteady in your heels. You are weak from your ordeal. You aren't sure you have anything left, but somehow you are able to support the girl. You help her the long walk out Master's bed chamber, thought the waiting room, and into the hall. Every step is slow and labored. As bad as you are, this poor girl has been through so much more. As if emphasizing this, each step results in additional cum splattering from the girl onto the ground.

How much cum can he empty into one girl? you ask yourself.

"Your name is Areli," she says.

"How do you know my name?" you ask.

"You are one of Master's heredisfactorem!" she says in awe. "We all know who you are, in the harem."

Your face flushes. You never wanted the attention. You never wanted any of this!

"What's your name?" you ask.

"I'm Chloe. The Queen's personal ****... er... well I was until tonight." Her eyes look at you intently, "Your little rebellion has caused Master to return me to his Harem."

"Sorry about that," you say not quite convincingly.

"Don't be," she replies, "The Queen is ten times worse than him."

A chill creeps up your spine. You try not to think about what this girl might have been through. You continue your long trek down to the lower levels of the harem quarters.

She stops you, "There is something I need to tell you... quickly while we are alone."