Chapter Five

“What are you idiots doing?”

The sharp voice shattered the moment. Dolly turned her head at the last second, and Tassia’s kiss landed clumsily against her smooth cheek.

“Britney!” Dolly squeaked, instantly brightening. “You’re here! We were, like, totally worried you’d miss the grand finale!”

Tassia followed her gaze to find a near-perfect copy of the Princess Angel standing over them, swathed in an identical ruffled ballgown of scarlet silk.

The sweeping golden hair and heartstopping figure were the same, though somehow this angel seemed younger–less mature than the timeless, captivating beauty getting gleefully ravished on stage.

She held a massive bouquet of orange tiger lilies and purple roses cradled against her impressive bust.

Behind her, the inky-haired maid snapped a heavy steel shackle around the loathsome pervert’s neck. He remained frozen with a damp spot spreading across that nauseating lump in his boxers.

“As if.” Britney sniffed, tossing her glossy locks imperiously. “We were meant to be done with these pests hours ago. But Mommy and Daddy are stuck in their honeymoon phase.”

She shrugged as if to say, “What can you do?” Somehow making the simple gesture achingly beautiful.

Tassia burned with longing, watching those sensationally slender shoulders rise and fall. Her fingers curled inside to stroke her special spot, chasing another brain-blitzing climax.

“Anyway, let’s get these loose ends sorted before they get lost in each other again.” Said Britney, swishing past in a flurry of frills. “Stick the big lug somewhere out of the way. Bring the smaller one. She’ll serve our purposes well enough.”

She’ll serve…

Tassia felt slobberingly grateful to be chosen for service. By none other than the daughter of those two celestial avatars, grappling amorously a few meters away at that.

“Christ, Alina! I can smell how wet you are for me. Be a good little wifey and spread those sexy fucking legs for me.”

“Yes! Take me, Darling! Ooooh~... Mark me with your lion seed!”

“I will, love. But not before tasting every inch of you first.”

Strong hands dragged Tassia to her feet and gently extracted her diddling digits from her ruined thong.

She almost wept at the loss.

Her steps were knock-kneed, her gait unsteady as Dolly supported her, guiding her after the younger angel up a short staircase beside the stage.

Master and Mistress—the titles settled naturally into place as Tassia took in their peerless perfection once more—were already midway through disrobing.

Master’s jacket and bowtie lay discarded across the boards. Several buttons had been torn from his shirt, exposing a sculpted, powerfully muscled torso. He had dropped to one knee before Mistress, his handsome face buried between her thighs.

Mistress’s gown hung in tatters from her lithe frame, shredded as though by claws, barely clinging to her generous curves. With one toned leg hooked over Master’s broad shoulder, she balanced effortlessly on a single stiletto heel, both hands tangled in his thick tawny mane.

Her face was the picture of rapture when he ripped off her lacy panties with his teeth, preparing to devour her like a starving beast.

“Oh, Darling! You’re too generous… hyaaa~!” Her moans were pure music, but then her head lifted, and she skewered Tassia to the spot with brilliant emerald eyes. “But patience, my lion. Just for a moment. We have a guest.”

Tassia trembled when Master growled–actually growled–and glanced over his shoulder with a baleful glare. Bright amber eyes with slitted feline pupils pierced her soul in an instant. Reading her. Weighing her from beneath thunderous brows.

“Ah, the interlopers. One of them, at least,” he rumbled, rising in a single fluid motion. “This would be Dolly’s latest playmate, yes?”

“Yeppers!” The Asian fuckdoll giggled. “We’ve had, like, a super fun time together, Master. We did makeovers and everything! I really hope you enjoy her.”

Enjoy her…

Tassia fervently prayed he would too.

Master stood over her, so much bigger up close, emanating an aura of strictly controlled strength and dominance that made her feel puny. Weak. Helpless.

How could she–a frail, silly girl–possibly resist or defy this masculine demigod towering over her? Even restrained, his manly presence pressed on her like a mountain. Impossible to escape. Too heavy to ignore.

Her sodden snatch spasmed, and Tassia quaked, cumming just a little from his forceful proximity. She moaned and writhed in Dolly’s hold. Pink lemonade swirled in her center, bathing her raw nerves in effervescent bubbles.

“That confirms it, daddy. What a dumb whore.” Britney planted a kiss on his bearded cheek before curtsying and presenting the bouquet to Mistress. “These are for you, Mommy.” She said sweetly. “Your beauty and talent are such an inspiration. I want to be exactly like you someday.”

“What a dear child you are.” Princess Angel crooned, stooping to lock lips with her beloved daughter.

Their kiss lingered, grew heated, anything but chaste. Tassia only half-noticed; her attention snagged on a more conspicuous concern.

Namely, the literally pussy-drooling bulge distending Master’s trousers.

She stared at it, gaping in stupefaction. Saliva splattered her puffed-up tits as her sloppy tongue flitted in and out like a snake tasting the air.

“C-cock…” She stammered dumbly. “Can’t think… need… need…”

“I know.” He said, voice low and assured, cupping Tassia’s chin in a beefy paw. “I was going to ask something from you. Information. Names. The people who matter in this city. You can’t give me that anymore, can you?”

People who matter?

She couldn’t recall meeting anyone more important than Master. Or anyone at all in that moment.

Only Master with his glowing cat's eyes, doublewide shoulders, and overcrowded pants.

His thumb brushed her fattened lips, which tingled deliciously at the contact. She lurched forward, attempting to suck it in, but he was faster, snatching back his hand.

“Uh-uh.” Master remonstrated. “Answer me first.”

Below, Dolly had already unbuckled his belt. With a happy squeal, she unzipped his fly, unleashing his member, which burst forth like an unshackled monster.

It was huge. A thick column of mind-boggling manmeat already leaking precum.

“There’s no one but you, Master.” Tassia burbled, fingers itching to come to grips with that beast. “No one else matters.”

“Well, great. She’s toast–completely fried.” Master sighed, shaking his head. “Dolly, you were told to keep her out of the way. Distracted.”

“Looks plenty distracted to me, Master,” Dolly replied, tonguing the tip of his riotous rigidity. “See? She can’t take her eyes off your hog.”

The strawberry-haired bimbo wasn’t wrong. Tassia’s entire sense of being was rapidly restructuring itself around that fantastical fuckpole, jutting proud as a sixth limb from Master’s crotch.

She thirsted for it like a woman dying of dehydration in the desert. The emptiness inside her yawned, and her cunt cramped, lamenting its absence. She wanted to dive on it face-first, but remained pinned in place by those glowing amber eyes.

A strangled whimper escaped her slobbering lips.

“Don’t blame Dolly, my love.” Mistress materialized at Master’s side, pressing close to nibble at his ear. Her fulsome breasts docked around his bulky bicep. “She did her best. One such as her is bound by their nature. You would not condemn a bee for making honey, yes?”

“Or a booby-brained simpleton for screwing up.” Britney appeared on his other side, mirroring her mother’s pose if not her conciliatory tone. “Don’t worry, daddy. Kitten has the other vermin on ice. We can squeeze him for info later. In the meantime, what do you want to do with her?”

The younger blonde nodded at Tassia, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she slung a long leg over Master’s knee to smear her panty-clad pelvis across his hip.

Bedecked in dazzling beauties, he seemed to contemplate Tassia's fate. She shivered like a frightened mouse, heart beating a million miles a minute until he rendered judgment.

“Antoine de Saint-Exupéry once wrote, ‘You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.’” Master pronounced sagely as Dolly gorged herself on his ginormous girth. “He suggests that forming bonds creates a duty to be responsible for those in our care.”

“My lion is wise and merciful.” Cooed Mistress Angel, lovingly caressing his chiseled pectorals.

“Daddy is certainly the best.” Purred Britney, rolling her sinuous hips against him.

“Bestie can stay then?” Dolly chirped, her porcelain cheeks slathered with his yummy seed. “Like really, truly, and forever?”

“She can stay.” Master decreed magnanimously. “We’ll find a use for her, somewhere.”

Tassia’s belly fluttered with relief, and she dropped to her knees facing Dolly, who cheered.

“Yaaay! Hear that, friendo?” She said, her pretty face mostly obscured by the meaty fuckrod throbbing between them. “He said you can stay. That basically makes us sisters. Isn’t that, like, super awesome?”

It was!

Tassia didn’t know if she’d ever had a sister before, but she definitely wanted one now–another super funtime hottie she could share giggles and Master’s giant scrummy boners with.

That sounded totes awesome.

“That sounds totes awesome.” She slurred around a mouthful of spit.

Gosh, it was slopping everywhere again, making her puffy lips, smooth skin, and balloon titties shine as though oiled. No one seemed to care. Dolly shot Tassia a sly wink, beckoning her closer like she had some juicy tea to spill.

Her collagen-stuffed face-pillows puckered when Tassia leaned in, so she puckered too, shadowy lids drooping in erotic anticipation–only to land on something warm, stiff, and musky.

Master’s monster cock.

“Ooommph~!”

Mirth danced in the bimbo's almond-shaped eyes. Innocent glee. Her small hand still rested on the veiny shaft where she’d pulled it down to intercept their kiss.

Tassia giggled, and in doing so, inhaled Master’s scent. It was a heady aroma–all salt and man and sex distilled into a potent aroma that zoomed straight to her roiling center.

Moaning, she flicked out her tongue to sample his tang and reeled at the exquisite taste, instantly intoxicated.

If Master’s scent had been a lightning bolt, his flavor landed like an atom bomb in her middle.

“Hyaaaaah!!”

She came, quaking and wailing and clutching his steely length like a life preserver. It barely shifted as ecstasy exploded through Tassia, electrifying every nerve, fiber, and cell in her rapturously convulsing body. Her spine arched until the vertebrae creaked and her cunt gushed exuberantly.

Everything went pink and fuzzy. The universe condensed into a tiny speck of all-consuming euphoria that was Tassia.

Time lost meaning as centuries of decadent pleasure rolled over her. Hedonistic waves washed her mind clean of any lingering worries, thoughts, or objections. Carnal heat ironed out the last few wrinkles in her troublesome grey matter.

Existence became a blissful, empty void where she floated on vapid breezes, completely wiped clean of worldly concerns.

A tugging sensation in her scalp and a strange pressure on her mouth brought Tassia crashing back to earth.

Eyes snapping open, she found Dolly right in front of her, their faces inches apart as they made out around Master’s turgid tip. Her bimbo bestie was gripping her by the hair, which now hung to the floor like a silky port-wine blanket, to steer her sloppy lips around his engorged crown.

She giggled drunkenly, thankful to have such a kind friend.

Their tongues slithered and snaked, often tangling, as they lapped up Master’s orgasmic spunk between super hot cummies. Often, Dolly would drag her down to his base and back again, their sensitive saliva-coated lips polishing either side of his enormous knob, and that made Tassia see stars too.

Every bump and ridge and stray glop of jizz set off delicious detonations inside her.

She adored Dolly, the bestest friendo ever.

She loved Master even more–occasionally glancing up through her long batwing lashes to watch him trading scalding kisses with Mistress and Britney.

He’d lifted them both single-handedly to head-height, his large fingers buried in each of their perfect pussies, their feet dangling a foot above the floor. Tassia marveled at his strength.

Mistress moaned beautifully, musically into his mouth while milk streamed from her creamy tits, soaking his shirt sleeve. Her hair shone like spun gold, flailing as she sang a song of sinful adoration, an angelic vision worshipping her god.

“Yes, Levi… Aaaah! I’m cumming again, Darling! My lion is making me cum again!”

Britney squirmed and shrieked, less restrained in her climaxes. She’d ripped Master’s shirt to the waist, biting and clawing at his impervious flesh, sinking teeth into his rock-hard deltoid between passionate cries without leaving a mark.

“Fuck, daddy! That’s it. Ooooh~! Turn me into your good girl. Tame my naughty puss-puss!”

She was gorgeous too. Her pretty red gown and blonde hair flapped in disarray, her beguiling face contorted with pleasure. However, she did kick a lot when she came, which was frequently.

Tassia had copped a few jabs to her neck and shoulder. Britney’s stiletto heels stung like spurs. But the pain felt distant. It didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except the mind-wrecking ecstasy Master’s hulking humongitude delivered.

She was already addicted. Stoned as fuck. Like, high as a kite on his delirium-inducing dong. Dolly kissed her again, swapping spit and scrumptious seed around his bulbous tip.

They clung to each other, hefty hooters smooshed together, swaying precariously like a couple of inebriated college coeds during pledge week.

“I wanna… wanna fank you,” Tassia mumbled, her lips thick and bruised from sucking. “Fank you for being my bwestest fwiend.”

“Awww! That's sooo~ freakin’ sweet!” Dolly bawled, happy tears mingling with the jizz staining her cheeks. “I wuv you too, bestie!”

“Alright, let’s do this.” Master growled from above. “Dolly, get her ready for me.”

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