Chapter 3: Castle Crashers – Orgy Throne Room Unlocked & First Public Milking
Alex didn't walk out of the slave market.
He was carried.
Thora had him slung over one shoulder like a trophy, his still-hard cock slapping against her back with every step. Griselda walked behind, one massive green hand cupping his balls like they were fragile treasure. Elyndra floated beside them (holy levitation perk activated post-creampie), leaking faint starlight from between her thighs. Seraphina led the parade, hips swaying, cum still glistening on her inner thighs, collar proudly displayed.
The entire market crowd parted like the red sea had a mommy kink.
A noble-looking merchant whispered to his wife: "That's the virgin who bought four MILFs in one morning… and they're all calling him Master now."
His wife squeezed her own thighs together. "I'm suddenly very interested in discount slavery."
They reached the city outskirts. A crumbling minor noble's castle sat on a hill—abandoned after its lord got eaten by a wyvern. Perfect starter home.
Griselda kicked the front gate off its hinges with one boot.
"Home sweet fuck-nest."
Inside: dust, cobwebs, one very large throne room with a cracked marble throne and a suspiciously sturdy four-poster bed that looked like it was built for orgies.
Seraphina clapped once. Magical sparks flew from her fingers.
"Renovation spell: Mommy Edition."
The room transformed in seconds.
Cobwebs → silk curtains. Cracked throne → massive circular bed piled with pillows, furs, and enchanted restraints that glowed pink. Walls → mirrors on every surface so no angle was missed. Ceiling → enchanted skylight that projected lewd constellations of tits and asses. Floor → soft, self-cleaning velvet that absorbed fluids like a dream (because there would be a lot of fluids).
Alex was dumped in the center of the bed. Four MILFs surrounded him like wolves around fresh meat.
Seraphina spoke first, voice husky. "Rules for the harem, baby boy:
You never go soft. Ever. We share. No favorites—unless one of us is ovulating, then it's a free-for-all breeding pile. Every morning starts with a group milking. Your balls belong to us now. Public sex is mandatory. The kingdom needs to know who the new god-king is."
Alex's cock twitched at "group milking."
Thora grinned, already stripping her tiny apron off. Her tits dropped like boulders freed from a quarry.
"Morning ritual starts… now."
They swarmed.
Seraphina took his mouth—straddling his face backward so he could tongue her asshole while she jerked him with both hands. Elyndra knelt between his legs, sucking his balls like holy communion wafers, her glowing tongue tracing runes that made his sack swell even bigger. Thora sat on his chest, fat dwarf tits smothering him while she ground her soaked pussy against his abs, leaving slick trails. Griselda mounted his cock reverse, orc ass swallowing him to the root in one brutal drop. She didn't bounce—she pounded, each slam making the bedframe scream.
The room filled with wet slaps, moans, squelches, and filthy encouragement.
"Deeper, you hung little fuck-god—" "Suck Mommy's clit harder—" "Feel these holy walls milk you dry—" "Fill this green cunt—knock me up with half-human orcs—"
Alex came first. Not once. Not twice.
Cum Reservoir triggered.
He erupted like a geyser. Rope after rope after rope. Griselda's belly swelled visibly—then overflowed, spraying backward in arcs that hit the mirrors. Elyndra caught some in her mouth like it was sacred nectar. Thora rubbed it into her tits like lotion. Seraphina scooped handfuls and smeared it across her own face, moaning "mark me, baby, mark your first Mommy."
DING DING DING DING!Quad-MILF Orgy Bonus!+1,200 All StatsNew Skill: Harem Overload (When 4+ MILFs orgasm simultaneously within 10 meters, trigger AOE Mommy Charm that brainwashes nearby women into instant harem candidates)New Title: "Public Milking Prince" (Your cum scent now lingers for miles, drawing fertile MILFs like moths to flame)Level: 22
The castle shook.
Outside, a crowd had gathered—townswomen, adventurers, even a few defeated female knights who'd heard the rumors. They pressed against the gates, eyes glazed, pussies dripping, chanting softly:
"Master… Master… breed us…"
Seraphina stood on the balcony, naked and dripping, and shouted down:
"New law! All MILFs in this territory belong to the Harem Master! Line up at the gates. First ten get free collars and a personal creampie audition!"
The crowd surged.
Alex, still hard, still leaking, looked at his four exhausted-but-horny mommies.
"We're gonna need a bigger castle."
Griselda laughed, tusks gleaming. "Or we conquer the capital. Fuck the queen on her own throne. Make her join."
Elyndra licked a stray drop from his tip. "The Goddess approves. I can feel a divine quest forming… something about a Dragon Queen whose heat cycle is starting soon."
Thora cracked her knuckles. "I'll forge collars for the whole kingdom."
Seraphina straddled his face again, lowering slowly. "But first… round two of morning milking. Open wide, baby. Mommy's got another load for you to drink."
Alex moaned into her pussy as the gates opened and the first wave of desperate MILFs poured in.
The orgy throne room was officially open for business.
To be continued…