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Andy, loaded on Theresa's shoulders, felt an intense curiosity to know what was behind that door. When they opened it, they found an empty room, except for a spotless bed and a lamp that illuminated the place. However, upon closer inspection, Andy noticed that the bed was not ordinary. It was equipped with hand and foot cuffs, designed to keep the person tied to the bed.
"Get ready, Mr. Alien," Theresa says, her voice a purr laden with dark intent, as she pushes Andy down onto the hard mattress, the scent of wax and sweat permeating the air. With swift movements, she shackles his wrists and ankles to the cuffs, leaving him lying on his back, his arms and legs spread in a vulnerable X, the muscles of his chest and abdomen taut, his semi-erect cock throbbing against his will. Cold metal bites into his skin, and Andy pulls at the chains, the metallic sound echoing in the room, his face a mixture of rage and growing panic.
"Let go of me, you crazy bitches! I'm Andy Collins, not a plaything for your sick fantasies!" he shouts, his voice cracking, green eyes glittering with defiance, though the sweat running down his forehead betrays his fear.
Theresa laughs, a high-pitched, mocking laugh that reverberates off the walls. "Oh, handsome, you're nobody here. Just a dragon rank cock to squeeze." She undresses with deliberate slowness, untying the bodice, letting her huge tits bounce free, pink nipples erect, glistening in the candlelight. Her skirt falls to the floor, revealing a curvaceous body, the pale skin dotted with freckles, the waxed pussy already wet, glistening like a wicked invitation. She climbs onto the bed, her knees sinking into the mattress, and straddles Andy, her massive ass rubbing against his cock, sending a stream of unwanted pleasure through his body.
Slish!
Meanwhile, Nora, still holding the sheet of paper and pen, sat on the floor on one side of the room, watching Andy closely.
Theresa grabs Andy's cock, guiding it into her pussy, and slowly moves down, impaling herself with a guttural moan that fills the room. Andy feels a strange sensation: at first, her pussy seems cozy, warm, almost harmless, but as she sinks deeper, an intense, almost unearthly pressure sucks him in, as if her insides are alive, squeezing and vibrating around his cock with a force that makes him gasp.
Plap! Slish! "¡Ahhn!"
"By the Grace of Goddess Veldra, what a cock! That's the biggest I've ever seen!" moans Theresa, her voice laden with lust, her tits bouncing wildly, slapping the air with a meaty sound, pink nipples tracing arcs under the flickering light. "Mmmh, yummy, stud, I'm going to squeeze you till there's nothing left!" Her words are raw, vulgarity cutting like a knife, each sentence designed to humiliate. "Fuck me, you bastard! Give me that high quality cum, come on!"
Plap! Plap! Clap! Squelch!
Andy feels his pride as a man crumbling, his ego as a conqueror reduced to ashes as Theresa's tits bounce in front of his face, the soft, warm flesh brushing against his skin, the sweet scent of her sweat filling his senses. He tries to resist, to keep his mind cool, but the pleasure is overwhelming, his cock betraying him, throbbing inside Theresa's sucking pussy. In an act of defiance, she opens her mouth and catches a pink nipple, biting down hard, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, hoping the pain will stop her.
"¡AHHN!"
Theresa lets out a moan of pain and pleasure, but instead of stopping, her red eyes glow with even more intense lust, her smile widening. "Oh, yes, you little pervert, bite me more!" she screams, increasing the speed of her onslaught, her ass slamming into Andy's thighs with a brutal rhythm, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing like a drum.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Squelch!
Andy, frustrated, feels that his counterattack has failed. The bite has only excited her more, and her body immobilized by the chains prevents her from taking control. In a last attempt to regain some power, he moves her waist up, pushing his cock deeper, hoping to dominate her with his own movements. But Theresa laughs, her pussy clenching even tighter, sucking with a force that makes him gasp, her body trembling with unwanted pleasure.
"That's it, stud! Fuck me harder!" moans Theresa, her tits bouncing frantically, smacking Andy's face, her nipple still wet from his saliva. "You're my toy, and I love the way you squirm!"
Plap! Plap! Clap!
"Fuck... I'm going to... cum!" growls Andy, his voice broken, unable to withstand the pressure of her unearthly pussy, his pride shattered by the humiliation of being dominated. His cock throbs, on the verge of climax, every muscle in his body tense.
Theresa stops abruptly, half-rising, Andy's cock spurting out of her pussy with a wet Pop! sound. Her eyes change, pupils turning reptilian, narrow as slits, a golden glow replacing the red. Twisted black horns emerge from her head, glowing like obsidian, and a sleek black tail - with a heart at the tip - emerged from her spine, coiling in the air moving like a snake. He leans down, grasping Andy's face with both hands, his red nails digging into his cheeks, his breath hot and sweet against his lips.
"Go ahead and cum, It's fine. But know this—just getting started." Her tail flicked, brushing his thigh, a dark promise that this fuck was far from over.
Andy, his male pride roaring-he had always been the dominant, unyielding stud-grinned defiantly. "Bring it on," he replied, accepting the challenge in a lust-laden voice. "This has just begun, slut," he spat, his voice trembling, an empty defiance hiding the fear beginning to grow in his chest.
"I'm so glad to hear that," Theresa said, grin turned feral. She slammed her hips down again, picking up speed, fucking him so hard the bed creaked and splintered beneath them. "Plap!-Plap!-Plap!-Plap!" Her pussy clenched him like a vise, milking his cock with every brutal bounce. Andy's groans turned desperate—he couldn't hold it. "Spurt-spurt-spurt!" He exploded inside her, a thick, hot load blasting into her womb, spilling out around his shaft. Theresa threw her head back, letting out a colossal, guttural moan—"Ahhhn!"—and collapsed onto his chest, her tits smashing against him. "Mr. Alien, you're gonna knock me up," she panted, her voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.
Andy, exhausted, gasps, his chest rising and falling, sweat running down his skin, his muscles trembling. "Give me... five minutes..." he pleads, his voice weak, green eyes cloudy with exhaustion.
"Fufufufu!" Theresa laughs, leaning down to lick his cheek, her tongue warm and rough, leaving a wet trail. "Five minutes? Look at this cock, still rock hard," she says, squeezing her pussy around his erection, wrenching a moan from him. "Is it because you're an alien?." She rides him again, her lunges even faster, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room, her heart-shaped tail brushing against Andy's thighs, sending shocks of unwanted pleasure.
Plap! Plap! Slish!
Nora, from the floor, notes on her clipboard, her face expressionless, yellow eyes fixed on the scene through her huge glasses. "Bad decision, challenging a woman like her Mr. Alien," she says, her voice monotone, almost robotic, without looking up.
"Why...?" asked Andy, his voice barely audible, his body trembling under Theresa's onslaught.
"Fufufu..." Theresa laughs, her horns glowing, her tail whipping through the air. "You see, I'm a succubus, the only one among all the maids and guards in this brothel and in the kingdom," her voice laden with mockery. "And when a succubus fucks, she fucks fifteen times. Minimum!" Her tits bounce with every word, slapping Andy's face, her pussy clenching like a vice, sucking his cock mercilessly.
For the first time, Andy feels genuine fear, his arrogance crumbling like a house of cards. He tries to break free, pulling at the chains with all his might, the muscles in his arms and legs quivering, the metal creaking but not budging. Theresa, using supernatural strength, presses her hips against his, immobilizing him completely, her tail curling around his thigh, squeezing like a snake.
Plap! Plap! Squelch! "¡AHHN!"
"Fuck—stop—please!" he begged, voice hoarse, his balls aching as she forced him to the edge again. "Spurt-spurt-spurt!" His second load shot into her, weaker but still thick, her pussy sucking it out of him. She didn't pause—kept going, relentless, her moans filling the room. "Plap!-Plap!-Plap!" Three more times she drained him "Spurt-spurt-spurt" each orgasm ripping through him, his body trembling, cum pooling beneath them. "It feels so good to squeeze you!" she growled, her tail flicking his chest, her wings casting shadows as she pounded him into the mattress.
The endurance test continues, a marathon of brutal sex that pushes Andy to the limit. He cums again and again, each orgasm more painful, his body trembling, his mind clouding over. By the fourth climax, his voice cracks, pleading between gasps. By the sixth, her eyes cloud over, tears mingling with sweat. By the seventh, his body collapses, his cock still hard but his mind broken, the room spinning in a whirlwind of candles and shadows. He loses consciousness, his last thought an echo of terror: I can't...anymore....
Spurt! Spurt! "¡OHH!"
***
After the 2-hour the intense experience with Theresa, Nora approached Andy, who was still recovering from exhaustion in bed, Theresa had already left. With a careful gesture, she handed him clothes from this world—a medieval laced shirt, loose-fitting trousers, and sturdy boots—replacing his previously otherworldly modern garments. "Get dressed in your new clothes" said Nora.
Without resisting, utterly drained, Andy dressed himself.
"Follow me, we need to negotiate your sale," Nora said firmly. Andy, completely submissive and with no other choice, followed her as they returned to the Reception Room where his fate in this medieval world would be negotiated. Both Andy and Nora returned to Roxanne's reception room, where the sale of him would take place.
When they entered the reception room, Roxanne and Stank, accompanied by their party, waited patiently. Andy noticed that Stank had removed the helmet that hid his face, revealing his handsome features. Piercing hazel eyes regarded the room with a cool, measured gaze, framed by a strong, angular jaw and brows that spoke of intelligence and resolve. He wore his brown hair perfectly combed back, which gave him an air of aristocratic refinement despite his violent bandit attire.
He appeared to be in his forties, as was Roxanne, but what made Andy a little uneasy was the resemblance he bore to someone he knew.
Roxanne broke the silence and smiled and asked, "So, Nora, have you completed your reconnaissance?"
"Yes," Nora replied, handing the paper to Roxanne. When Roxanne read the report, she was completely amazed by everything, especially the level of sexual stamina. Unable to contain herself, she exclaimed, "Sexual Stamina: Incubus Level!". Her eyes then glanced at Andy, who was still shining before her like gold.
Clearing her throat and coming back to reality, she turned to Stank and asked: "How much do you want for him?"
"Well, let's see, 1500 gold coins," Stank replied, though he would settle for 1000 or 1200. He wanted to try if he could get more coins. Unexpectedly, Roxanne pulled out a large bag of gold coins and put it on the table. "Here's 1500, you can go now. See you soon."
Stank was surprised by the money. In the turbulent underworld of the market, she was known to be stingy, but she gladly accepted this deal, which made Stank suspect fraud. However, he could not voice his suspicions. Taking the bag of gold, he put on his helmet and declared, "I will be out of the Kingdom for 2 months." With that said he and his group left the brothel leaving Andy at his new home.