Chapter 159: Brother – Part 1

Chapter 159: Brother – Part 1

Every one of the boys comes out of the carriage sporting a boner, but nobody has cummed yet to save it for the prostitutes. It's always a party when someone ejaculates, so the girls and I don't want to steal all the fun before the party starts.

Though, Yunia has definitely fallen hard into the incest fetish and now wants to see her brothers cum to her as I Ravage her pussy. This fantasy has degradation, NTR, and also kind of a bit of femdom in it, so it's pushing all her buttons.

The brothel chosen for this evening is called Stairway to Heaven, a name that I like for a variety of reasons. It makes Ciel a bit miffed, of course, but a small part of her agrees that it's an apt name for a high-class brothel.

It follows the imperial design of a tall yellow brick mansion with a colorful tiled interior. But since this is a place where people would like to spend their time without clothes, there's a good amount of carpeting for us to walk barefoot. Curiously, the carpet is all white, which would make it very obvious if there was any "filth" on it, but it's absolutely spotless, which reassures us that everything is clean.

The girls keep their heels, but the boys and I take our shoes off, and the scantily-clad human maid that receives my special sandals stares at my draconic feet with curiosity for a brief moment before returning to her professional demeanor.

And at the top of the figurative stairway to heaven is a mature imperial daddy and his colorful ensemble of daughters.

"Welcome, Your Highnesses, to the Stairway to Heaven!" the owner cheerfully greets and walks down the steps.

The women follow behind, and from this angle, we can see that a few of them aren't wearing anything under their very short skirts.

Once the daddy reaches the floor, he kneels before us, and I'm surprised that the women are also able to gracefully follow his gesture considering they're wearing very high heels and also very tight clothes.

Then I recognize a slender but short, brown catgirl with wide, breedable hips. It's Lala, a prostitute from the "Oh... Nyan!" brothel, who's also very likely to be one of Vanea's spies.

The owner gives a short, polite speech with his head still bowed, "My name is Calixto, and it's an honor to have royalty visit our illustrious house of pleasures. We're very proud of the services we offer, so we're sure that you'll find much happiness here tonight." Then they all raise their heads, and Lala grins when she notices my stare.

"Rise," I huskily order, then I give Calixto a pleased nod. "I see so many treasures here that I don't know where to even begin, so I'll take them all. Also, prepare a separate room, where I'll later take my wives for a private session."

"As you wish, Your Highness," he obediently replies, but then he turns to Poosh with a very handsome smile. "We're also honored to have Lady Armanpoosh grace us with your revered presence."

"You know of me?" my fluffy sheep blurts out in surprise.

He seems almost giddy to be able to talk to her. "Every brothel in faithful lands knows of the 'Saint Protector of the Prostitutes.'"

"You should tell us the story of that Title someday," I calmly state to my pious concubine.

"I had a hand in writing the legislation regarding prostitutes for the Tribunal," she embarrassedly replies and awkwardly readjusts her round glasses, her cheeks quickly becoming an adorable shade of crimson.

And I hum in pleasant surprise. "Considering what the elves think of non-elves, that's quite an astounding feat."

"I have to agree," Yunia adds, mirroring my expression.

Poosh interlaces her fingers in front of her with a coy demeanor and obediently suggests, "I'll tell you everything you want to know about it, Your Highness, but perhaps another time would be more appropriate."

"Certainly," I huskily agree. Then I walk up to her and whisper into her fluffy ear, "Find me two dragonkin that will please me."

"I will, Your Highness," she happily whispers back, pleased that she has a reason to demonstrate her knowledge of women to me.

I glance at the boys, who are still sporting boners, which the beauties haven't failed to notice, then I order Calixto, "Show us your party hall."

True to its name, this brothel tries to create the most divine atmosphere possible with a mix of imperial and elven architecture. Tall ceilings, grass carpets, lounging sofas, running water, tiled pools, "private" beds separated by curtains, sensual statues, intoxicating flowers, gentle music, and a lot of gold gilding.

It feels fresh and very nice. The perfect place for relaxation and debauchery.

Yunia's tit goes in my left hand while Hana's tit goes in my right, Alissa sits on my lap, and Roxanne is molested by Osaria while an assortment of beauties dance slowly, trying to seduce us. The stimulation is so great that the boys struggle to keep their focus on either the dancers or the heavenly tits of my wives, simply unable to decide what to look at.

These hot-blooded youths are eager for sex, but I'm up for some dirty talking.

"Hermann, tell me, which tit is best: your sister's or your Queen's?" I ask as I bare them both and squeeze them.

"Aren't both of them my 'Queens'?" he mumbles as he's distracted by the two amazing breasts that suddenly come into view.

"Technically, yes, but only one acts like it," I casually hum back and squeeze the juicy tits again.

"I'm gonna go with Sis'," he answers and focuses on his sister's mildly tanned and perfectly round breast with a dark nipple.

But Yunia scoffs, feeling offended, and haughtily retorts, "Oh, please. Hers are too round. Only dragonkin have breasts like that. Of all the normal races, mine are certainly the best."

"I agree," Arturus hums absentmindedly as he stares hungrily at his older sister's perfectly shaped pale tit with a pink nipple.

"It seems that there's a theme with the preferences here," Alissa wryly remarks. It takes a depraved, perverted, incestuous degenerate to know another.

So I turn to the last bastion of innocence in our presence and ask the question that shall open Pandora's Box, "Fuda. Would you like to see your younger sister's little tits?"

The black-haired boy is a bit relaxed due to the Eia, but even so, he still tenses up at the absurd question. "I-uh... w-wha... yes...?" he hesitatingly answers, his cock speaking in place of his reason.

"Wolfyy~...!" Lina's cry of despair resounds in my soul space.

Men simply have difficulty saying no to breasts, no matter whose they might be.

"Unfortunately, she doesn't get off on incest like you, you filthy bastard, so you'll never see them," I harshly criticize him.

"Oh, no, I...!" he exclaims a bit fearfully, but then I grin, and he realizes that I'm just joking, so he immediately calms down.

"You can fantasize about her as much as you want, though. I don't mind," I gently add, then smirk seductively. "She has two cute little mounds and delicious little nipples that I love to play with just as much as bigger breasts. Ah, but what I love the most about her is her tight little pussy that grips my Cock so hard, especially when I make it quiver in orgasm."

Horniness has started wars before, and Fuda is so horny that he seems to get very aroused by my description of his little sister's naked body.

And Alissa gleefully follows up my filthy words with even more filth, "And you can use these two filthy bastards here as material because they're definitely going to cum to their sisters."

"It'll be impolite if they don't," I hum matter-of-factly.

"You've gotta give us more than just tits," Hermann cheekily requests and glances at the rest of Hana's still-covered body.

"Bold, aren't you?" Yunia remarks amusedly as she gently caresses her free nipple through her bikini top.

The mood is at the perfect level of filth and perversion, so I quickly continue, "Between Osaria's and Yunia's tits, whose are better?" And I have Roxanne stop Osaria's molesting of her so that the boys can be shown a good demonstration of the milf's tits.

"Lady Osaria's," Hermann quickly answers, begrudgingly turning away from his sister's tit.

"Lady Osaria's," Fuda answers with a dreamy tone. He's 100% a milf lover like me.

Since the competition is now between two elves, Yunia doesn't feel offended by their choices. But when it comes to her brothers...

"Sister's," Arturus confidently answers, and Antares nods in agreement, greatly pleasing their older sister.

But then all eyes fall on little Ahren.

The cute boy tenses up but deftly deflects, "What about His Highness Wolf's opinion?"

But I have the perfect excuse, "I'm unable to opine as I'm in love with both of them."

And the pressure increases on him to come up with the tiebreaker.

I want his spiky Cock...

Nick pushes the middle section of his spear's shaft against the tip of mine, now giving him more leverage than me, but I'm already too deep into his guard, forcing him to put his spear in an awkward position to defend, and that opens him up to more attacks.

I want to feel it spreading me apart...

One after the other, I send a flurry of well-aimed thrusts, and even though none of them land on Nick's muscular, sweaty, dark body, they still keep him off-balance for a prolonged time.

I want to smell his sweat, his cum...

Then the tip of his spear moves far enough that his guard opens up, so I lunge forward and shorten the distance, which also makes it that much harder for him to [Parry] me. I land three stabs on his chest before he jumps away and out of my reach.

I want him to breed me!

Our spears have a short blade with a flat and wide base, so we can penetrate each other only so deep, but the depth is perfectly calibrated to cause the most amount of pain while not threatening the opponent's life, and Nick's strained expression tells me that he's feeling it.

I want that fucking big, majestic, silver dragon to make me his bitch!

But spear duels are long affairs. The damage of each hit is small while we're trained to increase our stamina, so there's still a long way to go before one of us quits.

And I don't give him time to rest as I immediately launch into another flurry of thrusts again.

FUCK ME, WOLFY! BREED ME! MAKE ME INTO YOUR SEX SLAVE, I BEG YOU!

The Companions that perform the best get the privilege of personally escorting the royal of their choice, while the rest have to wait for the occasion that the royals come to visit our barracks. It's a deviously effective way to keep us in top shape.

But it's also too effective for some of us, who have become addicted to the royals.

The Furies, they call us, and I'm furious for Wolfy's Holy Cock. A fury which I unleash upon Nick, but I do feel a bit bad about it.

I'M SORRY, NICK, BUT THIS SLUTTY RABBIT NEEDS A GOOD DICKING!

Intermission end.

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