In a castle where power and desire intertwine, the lord of the manor claims his servants with a domineering passion. How far will they go to satisfy his desires?
The air in the castle's main hall still smelled of sweat and semen when the lord of the fief, with a curt gesture of his hand, dismissed his generals. The men, satisfied but ever obedient, withdrew with a nod, leaving behind the echo of their boots on the polished marble. The three maids—the bosomy, hip-bound twins and their more reserved-looking younger sister—remained in the center of the room, their bodies still trembling from the excesses of the night. They wore tiny bikinis, brought from who knew where in the modern world, which barely contained their curves: the black lace cups sank beneath the weight of their breasts, exposing their pebble-hard nipples, while the panties, an almost symbolic triangle of fabric, were lost between the folds of their fleshy buttocks. With each movement, the fabric tightened, threatening to tear, and the jagged edges revealed the beginnings of its back grooves, damp and flushed from recent use.
Without a word, the lord took them by the arm, one by one, dragging them toward the stairs that led to his private chambers. His thick, possessive fingers dug into the tender flesh of their wrists, already marking the territory he would claim again. The twins, flushed and their cheeks still flushed with pleasure, allowed themselves to be guided without resistance, their hips swaying in a rhythm that betrayed how little they cared about modesty anymore. The younger, on the other hand, lowered her gaze but offered no strength when he gently pushed her forward, as if knowing any protest would be futile. The castle, with its high corridors and torches that cast dancing shadows on the walls, seemed to hold its breath, as if even the stones knew what was about to happen.
Upon reaching their chambers, the lord released the women with a shove that sent them stumbling to the center of the room, where a black marble tub, filled with steaming water and scented with exotic oils, awaited them. The steam swirled around their bodies, accentuating the sheen of sweat that still coated their skin. Leisurely, he approached a carved ebony chest and extracted glass jars of thick creams, brought from that other world only he could visit. The first contained a golden ointment, gleaming like honey, that promised to soften the skin to silk. The second, darker, almost reddish, smelled of burnt spices and something more primal, something that made the women's inner muscles clench in anticipation.
"You have to get naked," he ordered, his voice
The twins obeyed instantly, shedding their bikinis with feline movements, letting the garments fall at their feet like shed skins. Their bodies, generous and round in all the right places, were exposed: their heavy breasts, with dark areolas and erect nipples like ripe fruit; their soft stomachs, with that slight tremble that betrayed how aroused they were; and, between their thighs, their swollen, glistening lips, still dripping with the generals' remains. The younger one hesitated for a second, but when he raised an eyebrow, her fingers trembled as she untied the side knots of her bikini, letting the fabric slide to the floor. Her pussy, smaller but just as wet, contracted at the contact with the cool air of the room.
The gentleman wasted no time. He dipped his fingers into the golden bottle and, without warning, spread a generous amount over the first twin's breasts. She gasped as his fingertips began to massage her in slow circles, kneading the firm flesh as the ointment melted upon contact with the warmth of her skin. The sweet scent mingled with that of her arousal, creating a maddening fragrance. He didn't stop there: he lowered a hand to her crotch, where his now-slick fingers slid between her pussy lips, spreading the cream there as well. The twin moaned, arching her back, her legs instinctively parting.
"Ah, that's how I like it," he murmured, his hot breath brushing her earlobe. "Just so you know, this is mine."
His lips closed around a nipple, sucking hard while his fingers continued working between her legs, rubbing her swollen clitoris with a precision that made her tremble. The other twin, impatient, approached from behind, pressing her breasts against her back, her hands also seeking attention. The master didn't ignore her: with a swift movement, he turned her around and pushed her against the edge of the tub, where the reddish cream awaited. He anointed her buttocks in a circular motion, separating them to apply the ointment also to her tight little anus, which contracted at the contact.
"You're going to learn to enjoy everything, aren't you?" he asked, though it wasn't a question. His fingers dug into the groove between her buttocks, pressing against her resistant sphincter. "Even this."
The twin gasped, her nails scraping the marble as one of her fingers, lubricated by the cream, slid into her anus with a slow but relentless movement. The initial pain mixed with forbidden pleasure, and a broken moan escaped her lips. The younger, watching from the corner, felt her own body respond, her nipples hardening further, her pussy throbbing with emptiness.
"Don't stand there," he ordered, pointing at her with his chin. "Come here."
She obeyed, approaching with uncertain steps. The master took her wrist and made her kneel in front of him, where his cock, already hard and throbbing, rose beneath his robes. Without needing words, the younger woman opened her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick the swollen tip, tasting the saltiness of the precum already leaking out. He grunted, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust forward, making her swallow more of his length.
"Like that," he panted. "Suck like your life depends on it."
While the shy girl worked his cock with her mouth, he alternated his attention between the three pretty twins, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of their bodies. He applied more cream, massaging their breasts until their nipples were rock hard, then moved down to lick the remnants of the ointment from their pussies, savoring its mix of sweetness and salt. The twins moaned, their bodies writhing beneath his caresses, their hands searching for something to hold onto. When he could wait no longer, the gentleman pushed them toward the tub, where the warm water greeted them with a sigh.
"Enjoy," he ordered, and they obeyed, submerging themselves up to their shoulders, their bodies glowing in the candlelight.
He then stripped, letting his robe fall to the floor, revealing a muscular torso and a thick, veiny cock standing proudly between his thighs. Unhurriedly, he stepped into the tub, positioning himself in the center, and with a gesture, he had the twins approach each other, one on either side. His hands guided them until their pussies were level with his mouth, and without further ado, he plunged his tongue into the slit of the first, licking eagerly while his fingers played with the clitoris of the other.
, still kneeling outside the tub, watched with glazed eyes, their mouths glistening with saliva and the precum on his cock. He beckoned her with a finger, and without hesitation, she slid into the water, positioning herself in front of him. His hands took hold of her hips, lifting her until her legs were dangling over his thighs, her pussy, wet and throbbing, hovering directly above his cock.
"Sit down," he ordered, and she did, lowering herself slowly, feeling the thick head of his member push between her lips, stretching her to her limits.
A smothered moan escaped her lips as he filled her completely, his hands squeezing her buttocks to push her down, making sure not an inch was left unclaimed. The twins, aroused by the sight, moved closer, their mouths seeking his, their tongues tangling in a wet, desperate kiss as he began to move the younger girl up and down, his hips rising off the bottom of the tub to meet her every descent.
The water lapped around them, mingling with moans and gasps. The master's hands didn't stop: one sank between one twin's thighs, his fingers penetrating her while his mouth sucked on the other's nipple. The younger, caught between the pleasure and pain of being stretched so brutally, could only clutch his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he fucked her with increasingly powerful thrusts, the water splashing out of the tub with each movement.
"You can't hold on," he warned them, his voice a guttural growl. "I want you to make nice noises when you come."
And they did. The twins came first, their bodies wracked by orgasms that left them breathless, their pussies clenching around his fingers and tongue. The younger one followed soon after, her pussy contracting around his cock with such force that he could resist no longer. With a roar, he lifted her up and turned her around, pushing her against the edge of the tub, where he entered her from behind, his hips slapping her buttocks in a wild rhythm as his cum spurted in hot jets inside her, filling her until it dripped down her thighs.
But it didn't end there. He pulled out his still-hard cock and, without giving them time to recover, took the first twin, placing her on her knees on the floor outside the tub. Her pussy, already used by the generals, opened easily as he thrust forward, sinking into her in one motion. The twin screamed, her hands clenching against the cold marble as he fucked her with a fury that made the floor tremble. The second twin didn't wait to be called: she stood in front of him, offering her breasts, which he roughly grabbed, squeezing them around his cock as he continued to thrust into her sister.
"They belong to me," he growled through gritted teeth, his hips moving like a piston. "It's all mine."
And to prove it, when he felt the second orgasm approaching, he pulled his cock out of the twin's pussy and, with one swift movement, plunged it into her anus, which was still lubricated by the reddish cream. She squealed, the pain mixing with a pleasure so intense her eyes rolled back in her head. He didn't stop, fucking her there until his cum spurted out again, hot and thick, filling that hole too. The second twin, impatient, knelt in front of him, opening her mouth to receive the last spurts that he squeezed out with a moan, painting her lips and tongue with his essence.
When he finally withdrew, the three women lay on the floor, their bodies marked by his hands, their pussies and asses dripping with semen, their breaths ragged. He, satisfied but not entirely satiated, lay back on the bed, where a silver service with grapes, cheeses, and a jug of red wine awaited him. As he ate, he watched the maids, his eyes scanning every bruise, every teeth mark on their skin.
"Bring my adventurous wife," he ordered, and one of the twins, still trembling, nodded and left the room.
Lady Isabella arrived shortly after, dressed in a sheer nightgown that left little to the imagination. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the scene: the three exhausted maids, the semen drying on their thighs, the master reclining like a king on his throne of lust. Without saying anything, she shed her nightgown and joined the others on the bed, where he greeted her with a hungry kiss, his hands already exploring her body as if for the first time.
The next few hours were a blur of flesh, sweat, and moans. The master took them all, one by one, sometimes two at a time, filling every available hole with his cock, his semen, his fingers. He crushed them beneath his weight, shouting commands at them, teaching them to moan louder, to arch their backs a certain way, to offer their bodies without shame. When he finally lay back, sated, red wine staining his lips and sweat sticking the sheets to his skin, the four women lay around him, their bodies like broken dolls, used to the limit.
The silence that followed was almost more intense than the screams. Only the crackling of the candles and the labored breathing of the maids could be heard. Lying on their backs, she stared at the ceiling with an expression that wasn't one of pain, or pleasure, or even resignation. It was something deeper, something she herself couldn't name. Her eyes, glazed with love, silently adored me. A more obsessive and profound kind of love reflected the light of the flames like two dark pools. There were no tears in them, but no joy either. Only an emptiness so vast it seemed to swallow everything else.
The man smiled when he saw her. He knew this was just the beginning.