A competition

The master waved his hand near his crotch. A bright flash occurred and a massive, hard cock materialized, thick, veined, already leaking at the tip, easily longer than any normal man’s and ridged in ways that looked painful and perfect at the same time.

“Compete,” he ordered. “Use only your mouths. The first one to make me cum gets to be my favorite for the night.”

Both women jumped at the chance.

Roisin crawled forward on her knees, grey skin gleaming, black leather corset pushing her tits up high. She leaned in without hesitation, long tongue sliding out to lick slowly from the base of his cock all the way to the head. Her red eyes looked up at him with pure devotion as she took the tip into her mouth and started sucking with slow, deep pulls.

Elizabeth was right beside her a second later, dropping to her knees so fast her pigtails whipped around. She shoved her face in eagerly, licking and kissing along the side of the shaft while Roisin worked the head. Her pink spirals spun faster in her eyes as she moaned loudly around the cock.

“Mmmph~ Look at this big fat cock, chat,” she mumbled, voice muffled but still clear enough for her orbs to pick up. The viewer count, she could feel it exploding into the millions now, was making her even more eager. “Your favorite ditzy streamer is sucking dungeon master dick live on stream. Isn’t it so hot? Tip if you wanna see me **** on it deeper~”

She pushed forward, taking several thick inches into her mouth, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Saliva dripped down her chin and onto her bare tits, making the purple heart symbols on her nipples glisten.

Roisin didn’t speak much. She just worked with focused, hungry efficiency, sucking, licking, swirling her tongue around the head whenever Elizabeth pulled back for air. Every so often she glanced up at the master with those glowing red eyes, silently begging for approval.

Elizabeth kept talking between licks and slurps, half her attention still on the streaming orbs floating nearby.

“Fuck, it’s so big… my tiny mouth can barely fit it. But I’m trying so hard for you guys. Watch me gag on it–nnngh~ See? That’s the sound you like, right? Smash like if you want me to deepthroat the whole thing~”

The two women worked his massive cock together, Roisin slow and reverent, Elizabeth fast and sloppy, both competing desperately to be the one who made him cum first. Wet sucking sounds and muffled moans filled the mirrored chamber, echoing endlessly in every direction.

Chell remained on the floor a few paces away, frozen in place, watching the last pieces of her party dissolve right in front of her. The mirrors showed her the scene from every possible angle at once: the master standing tall with two broken women worshipping his cock, Genevive’s golden face being used as a footstool, the endless rows of other silent, lucid statues and her own small, horrified reflection staring back from every surface.

The master sighed in pleasure, one hand resting lazily on Roisin’s blue-black hair while Elizabeth’s pigtails bounced with every eager bob of her head.

He looked down at Chell with a lazy, cruel smile.

“And what about you, little moon maiden? Still waiting for your turn?”

Chell pushed herself up from the mirrored floor, legs shaking.

“Please,” she said, voice small and trembling. “Just let us go. We’ll leave. We won’t tell anyone about this place. Just… open a door and let the rest of us out. Please.”

The dungeon master looked down at her from where he stood, massive cock still being worshipped by Roisin and Elizabeth. His dark-furred face split into a slow, amused smile. He didn’t answer right away. He simply raised one clawed hand and clapped his hands.

Tentacles burst out of the mirrored floor around Chell.

Thick, slick, pale purple appendages shot upward and wrapped around her ankles, wrists, waist, and neck before she could even flinch. They lifted her off the ground effortlessly, spreading her limbs wide so she hung suspended in the air like a puppet. One thicker tentacle rose slowly until it hovered directly in front of her face. Its tip split open into a small, fleshy flower that pulsed gently. Inside the opening, bright pink spirals spun slowly, hypnotic and endless.

Chell’s eyes widened. She tried to turn her head away, but the tentacle around her neck tightened just enough to hold her still.

“No–don’t–!” she gasped.