I have endeavored to provide proper content warnings at the beginning of certain chapters in this story. I must provide one once more.
THERE ARE OLD PEOPLE HAVING SEX HERE. No complaining in the reviews!
Miko and Izuna feasted on Sora's cock together, their animal mouths both embracing Sora's towering shaft at the same time as they enveloped him in their extravagant warmth. The two noblest weregirls in the kingdom had become the king's pets, their bodies decorated for his pleasure and their mouths filled with his cock.
Feel kneeled at the foot of the bed, gazing at her master with her large, crystalline eyes as she kissed and sucked on Sora's toes. Her beautiful, pale lips enveloped his toes intently, cleaning every bit of sweat and lint from his toes. Feel had one hand tucked between her legs, schlicking furiously as she ran her tongue down Sora's soles, stuffing her face in his feet until she came all over the bed.
Kurami kneeled at Sora's chest, sucking one of his nipples as her fingers played with the other. She stared at her king as well, her deep, violet eyes slightly drooping with embarrassment. Kurami worked his nipple diligently with her tongue, even as she blushed and grimaced, acting as if she resented this utter humiliation even as her dripping pussy stained the sheets.
Finally, Steph and Jibril licked his face and ears, tonguing him thoroughly, occasionally pulling away to kiss each other while Sora watched. Every few seconds, Steph and Jibril stuck a fork into a plate of food perched on the nightstand beside them and fed their king.
This was how Sora ate lunch now; he took over an hour to eat every day, taking in food and orgasms at about the same frequency. Sora came indiscriminately and frequently all over the girls who pleasured him, cumming on Miko and Izuna until they could barely breathe, their faces glazed with a dozen orgasms, their throats gurgling with semen, saliva, and snot as they moved their mouths down Sora's cock.
Jibril held up a goblet of wine and offered it to Sora. Steph lifted up her master's head, easing it up to the edge of the cup as he drank. When he was finished, Steph gently laid Sora back down on the pillow and licked him in the ear again. Sora was no longer allowed to move on his own when he ate; he could only chew, swallow, and cum, and his two retainers did everything else for him.
Once Sora was finally done with lunch, Steph reached over to her side of the bed and brought out dessert: a giant slice of cake cut up into exactly six pieces.
Steph laid the plate out on Sora's stomach, and each of his six girls got up and grabbed one of the six pieces with her mouth, feeding like animals as they stuffed their faces with cake.
The girls then sat up and opened their mouths, showing off the half-chewed dessert. One-by-one, Sora kissed each of them and ate his dessert out of their mouths. The girls kissed back, moaning and embracing their master.
Once Sora was finished with dessert, he pulled back to admire his girls. His girls stared back at him, their mouths and faces messy with spit and icing, their tongues hanging out from their mouths. Lunchtime was over.
…
Sora left the room with his girls in tow embracing him. They went down the hallway and encountered Shiro, who was coming back from the private parlor where she had taken her own meal.
Jibril leaned over and caressed Shiro's chin. "How was your lunch, Shiro-chan?"
Shiro stared at her brother's army of girls.
"It was good."
Jibril smiled with delight, clasping her hands together. "How wonderful!"
Steph smiled as well, staring at Shiro with a slightly sinister grin. "By the way, Shiro-chan, are you sure you don't mind taking lunch alone? I know it's difficult at first, but we all still meet together at dinner."
Shiro nodded. "No, I don't mind at all. It's FInE."
There was a slight break in Shiro's voice. Sora began to speak, but then felt a hand brush across his ass. He was momentarily distracted by it, and he forgot what he was going to say.
Sora's girls bowed to Shiro, and the two groups passed each other by in the hallway, going their separate ways.
The siblings still spent their mornings together, especially during days when they had to hold the weekly royal audience. However, they now separated for lunch each day, spending anywhere from another hour to the rest of the afternoon apart.
One day the girls in Sora's harem assembled together to propose a new plan.
"I hope you understand, Master…"
"It's more drastic than anything we've done before, but we want to make sure you can properly handle full separation from your sister if need be."
Sora stared at the paper. After some hesitation, he nodded and approved the plan.
During the week Sora and Shiro would separate at 11 in the morning, remaining in separate wings of the palace until 6 o'clock. They would then reunite for dinner and stay together until 9 in the evening, when they would separate and sleep in separate rooms until morning, when they would reunite for breakfast at 8 o'clock to start the day once more.
Except for weekends, the Blank siblings would now spend a full eighteen hours every day separated from each other.
Shiro immediately agreed to the plan without hesitation, and it went into effect the very next day.
At 10:59, Sora and Shiro ascended the red carpeted steps that led from the official reception area of the palace into the private living quarters in the back. The siblings nodded to each other as they went their separate ways. Two servants accompanied Shiro and led her up to her room.
As Shiro turned a corner and disappeared, Steph and Jibril, then Kurami and Feel, and finally Miko and Izuna, appeared, accompanying Sora as he went back out the double doors and back into the front of the palace.
Sora's eyes adjusted as he walked back out to the main foyer, filled with tall, bright windows teeming with natural light. As his eyes finally adjusted, he could see a crowd of staff waiting for him.
"Welcome back, Master!"
An array of beautiful girls, with large animal ears and long, bushy tails, wearing ultra-cute mini-kimonos, were lined up along either side of the wide red carpet leading to the main palace doors. The girls of the former Eastern Federation embassy had assembled to greet their ruler. The hems of their kimonos had been pulled up, their necklines pulled down until their breasts were exposed.
And most crucially, their socks were gone, leaving their feet bare in their sandals. Each of their toes were painted in a series of sparkling pinks, jade greens, and golds and blues of all different shades, with each girl's toes painted to match her hair and eyes and clothes.
In all, several dozen beautiful half-naked weregirls had assembled to greet their master, wearing the new official uniform of the Ministry of Werebeast Affairs, which was to be worn at all times during the Queen's absence.
The procession passed through the row of girls, who continued to stare at their Master, giggling and shrieking. Once they had reached the end of the line of girls, Jibril and Steph turned to Sora and placed their hands on his erect tent. To Sora's shock, the two girls then pulled down Sora's fly and whipped out his cock.
"It's better to let it all hang out, Master."
Sora turned around, and the weregirls began screaming even louder, absolutely ecstatic as several girls began to spray pussy juice all over the floor.
Sora and the girls continued walking, turning as they went into a large reception chamber. Normally crowded with courtiers and invited members of the public during the morning, it was now largely empty. At the very end of this large room was another set of doors that led into the royal throne room.
The girls led Sora up to the (newly reupholstered) throne, and he took his seat, legs spread as his flaccid penis hung out from his pants.
The weregirls filed in first, curtseying to their king before moving to the edge of the room and standing along the wall.
Next came the servants and staff of the royal household. They lined up along the with the weregirls, standing along the walls until those spaces were all filled, and then taking up the next row. By the time everyone had gathered in the room, the throne room was completely full, with only the space immediately in front of the raised platform with the throne left empty.
Sora sat on the throne, watching all of the servants and weregirls staring back at him. There were far more people employed by the palace than could fit in the room, and there was a massive overflow into the reception room outside, even as plenty of people, including the kitchen and garden staff, stayed at their stations.
Jibril cleared her throat and stepped out from beside the throne.
"*ahem* Thank you all for gathering here today. Now, you were all asked to come here today because there are some very important announcements to be made. As you all know, the Queen and King are now to be separated for eighteen hours each day. During this time, the palace rules will be changed to reflect this new arrangement."
Jibril cleared her throat again and took out a scroll and unfurled it. Sora watched and swallowed. He didn't know the new rules; he was simply along for the ride like everyone else in the room.
"These rules are to be followed at all times in the absence of the Queen. First: henceforth, all males in the palace will be required to expose their genitals outside of their garments. An exception will be made for those serving the household who are engaged in intensive labor while, and only while, they are wearing protective clothing."
Sora looked over to the group of valets and butlers to the side, who were all shuffling their feet nervously, biting their lips. Jibril lowered her scroll and stared at them.
"Henceforth. That means starting now."
Jibril smiled at the servants, who froze with terror as they saw the gentle, but firm, look in her eyes. They cowered under the gaze of the powerful Flügel, and the men timidly unzipped their trousers, their hands shaking as they reluctantly whipped out their dicks.
The manservants of the palace had average sized cocks. They were all erect, scared but aroused by Jibril's powerful gaze. Furthermore, the men could not help but be utterly stiff in the presence of the beautiful, half-naked weregirls. However, while their penises were of a perfectly average size, their pitiful dicks were weak and puny in comparison to Happy-sama, which massively outsized them even as it hung flaccid between his legs.
Jibril smiled and returned to her scroll.
"Second: to mirror the changes that have been made to the weregirls' uniform, the uniforms for the rest of the female staff in the royal household shall be modified to be more pleasing to the King."
Jibril nodded at Steph, who then clapped her hands together as she called out, in a singsong voice:
"You two can come out now~!"
There was a stirring noise in the dressing room in the back, and the maids began to whisper among themselves as they realized that the whole time they had been gathered here, their bosses had been absent.
The Head Maid and her deputy emerged from the dressing room, slinking in front of their subordinates as they turned and faced their king, cowering and covering themselves as they turned their eyes to the floor.
These were the two longest-serving, most senior maids in the household. They had been Steph's personal maids since she had been a baby. The head maid was a short, unimposing woman with yellow-green eyes and short, purple hair cut in a bob. Her deputy was slightly taller and thinner, with sea-green eyes and matching sea-green hair tied in a bun.
The maids looked up at their king and cowered again. Slowly, they drew their arms away from their bodies and revealed their outfits.
The head maid and her deputy had served in the palace since before some of their subordinates had even been born. They were both somewhat advanced in age, with wrinkles already developing on their faces and cellulite on their arms and legs.
However, despite this, the two old women were forced to dress in these new humiliating outfits. Their new dresses were in the same bright pastel pink and white theme as the old uniforms, but the mantelet and fabric around their chests had been cut away so that now the two maids' sagging breasts were completely uncovered.
Their dresses now ended completely at their stomachs, leaving nothing but their white aprons to cover them below their waists. The aprons were worse than useless, having giant holes cut into them that exposed their crotches, showing off their aged pussies to the entire world.
The two maids turned around, showing off their sagging asses to their king. Their cheeks were lined with cellulite along the edges, and their legs were bony and thin, with little moles and liver spots dotting their thighs.
Beneath their naked bottoms, the maids wore pastel purple and pink toeless stockings that exposed their mature feet. The two spinsters now wore high-heeled platform sandals of hard, hot-pink lucite, their toes were painted in bright, sparkling, metallic nail polish. The Head Maid's toes were painted in shades of purple and green to match her hair and eyes, while her deputy had her toes painted sea-green on each foot.
The two women were already well into their fifties, with wrinkles underneath their eyes and sagging breasts, their dark nipples hanging from the ends of their drooping tits. And yet, they were dressed in these erotic outfits, forced to show their bodies off as they displayed their private parts to their underlings, most of whom were less than half their age.
The other maids watched in horror, while Jibril simply turned back to her sheet, licking her lips.
"Finally: all female servants, staff, civil servants, and otherwise permanent residents of the royal palace will make themselves available to the King at all times. They will ensure that their bodies are pleasing to look at at all times, and they will regularly offer up their bodies for pleasure and relief. The modified uniforms are a symbol of your new servitude. Your bodies no longer belong to yourselves, but to your owner and master. These dresses serve to remind you of your place. As such, the King shall use every female in the palace this week in order to properly indoctrinate you to your subservience."
Jibril lowered the parchment, and Steph stepped out from beside the throne as she addressed the maids in the room.
"Isn't it wonderful? All shall experience the gift of Happy-sama's generosity. No female shall be left behind. Maids of the palace, watch as Happy-sama demonstrates the boundlessness of its munificence right in front of you."
The two old maids widened their eyes in horror as they realized what Steph meant. They turned to Steph, getting on their knees and pleading to their young mistress.
"Steph-chan! Y-You can't be serious!" cried the head maid. "We're too old for this! This is madness!"
"Please, Steph-chan, you have to stop this!" said the head maid's assistant. "We've taken care of you ever since you were just a child! Think about what you're doing!"
Steph looked at the two women who had raised her from her birth and simply laughed, shaking her head.
"Happy-sama's love knows not age. As has been known since time immemorial, the pussy stays tight the longest, and aged MILFs like yourselves are still suitable onaholes for Happy-sama's pleasure."
In fact, though the two maids were getting on in age, their bodies were still quite pleasing to the eye. Their legs, though sagging, were still firm and slender. Their ass cheeks, though marred by cellulite, were still full and shapely. In fact, their drooping breasts, saggy stomachs, and scraggly, greying pubic bushes were charm points that made them all the more desirable.
Sora grew hard as he stared at the women's aged, sagging bodies, and the old maids backed away in shock, horrified that their embarrassing bodies were so arousing.
The two maids stumbled to the ground and began to crawl away. However, Sora pounced and grabbed the head maid by the waist, restraining her as he spread her legs and fucked her pussy.
"OH! OH! OH! OH! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ANH-AH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H…OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-H-H-H-H-H-H!"
The head maid began to bob her head, bouncing against her king's dick as her entire body became limp. Her body dangled off the floor, her mind going blank as her king used her like a worn-out sex toy. Her feet hovered above the floor, her toes curling up in their glossy platform sandals, and the old maid suddenly moaned loudly as she came all over the floor.
Sora's arms bulged, and he let out a low grunt as he nutted inside the head maid's mature pussy. The maid's pupils dilated, and she contorted her face in mad ecstasy as she received her lord's load inside her aged MILF snatch.
The old maid, who had thought herself unsuitable for sex, now lay on the floor, spurting cum from between her spread-open legs.
The head maid's deputy was next. She stared at her king, trembling in fear as she squirted a little bit in anticipation. Her thick, hairy snatch, with woolly gray pubes along her lips and thighs, was already soaking wet, dripping thick, smelly pussy juice all over the carpet.
The deputy maid stared at Happy-sama, and her fully erect clit began to wobble. She squirted again from her urethra as she came a little bit.
Spreading her legs, the deputy maid began to sheepishly smile at her king, spreading her pussy lips as she bent over and presented herself, moaning and rubbing her clit as she prepared to be ravaged by a boy less than half her age.
Sora grabbed the green-haired maid by her breasts and thrust inside her, pounding her fat, elderly pussy as he got on top of her and got in a mating press. The deputy maid screamed out, curling her toes and bucking her hips in the air as she began to pound her king back, slamming her pussy lips against the base of his cock.
"AH-H-H-H-H-H-H! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! OH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H! OH! OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHHHHHHH-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!"
The assistant maid clenched her fists, her irises rolling up out of their sockets as she came all over the ground, pissing herself. Pungent streams of golden urine came dribbling down her wrinkly thighs as she stained the floor. Suddenly, she felt her king grab her by the back of her head, and she was suddenly thrust against his mouth, her lips pried open by his tongue as he began to forcefully kiss her.
"mm…chu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…ju-u-u-u-u-U-U-U-U-U-U-BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…chu-u-u-u-u-u-pa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a…JU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…re-e-e-e-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O…ju-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…"
Sora grunted and slammed his hips inside his elderly onahole one last time as he came inside her, shooting his load into her smelly pussy. Then pulling out, Sora grabbed the head maid, who was still lying comatose on the ground, and had his way with her again, thrusting his swollen crotch inside her glazed, sticky pussy.
Sora fucked each of the two old maids several more times, savoring their bodies. He held them tight, sniffing them and licking them. Both women had a strong, mature stench, overpowering but not unpleasant. Their bodies, while aged, were still appealing, their feet and toenails still slender and smooth and pleasing to the eyes.
Sora tasted both middle-aged women, licking their armpits and digging his face into their breasts. He put his hands on their hips, groping their ass cheeks as he licked them both on the neck and ears. The head maid and her assistant smiled, licking their lips and moaning as their king tasted their bodies.
Sora continued to take turns with both elderly women, fucking their wrinkly pussies and shooting his load in each of them. Finally, as their cream-filled cunts began leaking onto the floor, Sora pulled out for good and grabbed both women by the shoulders, thrusting their MILF lips against his mouth as he kissed them both at the same time.
"MMM…CHU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…oh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h…ju-u-u-u-u-u-u…ha-nf-f-f-f-f-f…ah-h-h-h-h-h-h…re-e-e-e-e-e-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O…"
"ju-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-BU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U…chu-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-PA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A…ju-u-u-u-u-ru-u-u-u-u-U-U-U-U-u-u-u-u-u-u-u-u…re-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-RO-O-O-O-O-O-O…"
Sora made out with his two mature, MILF-y slaves, tasting both of their tongues at the same time as he kissed them both at once. He thrust his cock between their hands, fucking their palms as both maids jerked him off at the same time.
Sora shot his seed all over the floor, forming a giant stain in the carpet, before finally pulling away, gasping for breath.
The two old maids collapsed to the floor, sitting against the throne as they spread their legs and showed off their aging snatches to the rest of the room.
Steph and Jibril, who had been masturbating the entire time, stepped out from behind the throne and embraced Sora, rubbing his body down as they both kissed him on the mouth.
The rest of the room watched in stunned silence, staring at their disgraced bosses as they understood that they would be next.
Sora held the weregirl in his hands, grasping her tightly around her ribcage, just underneath her breasts. He thrust vigorously inside her, lifting his leg and resting it on the banister as the two fucked on the foyer staircase directly in front of the main palace doors.
The weregirl moaned, her tongue sliding against her king's throat as the two of them violently kissed. Sora grunted, his muscles swelling up briefly as he thrust into the girl one last time before cumming inside her.
The weregirl swooned and fell over as soon as Sora let go of her. Crawling back down the stairs and leaving a translucent trail behind, she assumed her place back among the group of girls who were standing at the base of the staircase watching.
Steph had a list of names in her hands. She promptly crossed out the weregirl's name and went down to the next name on the list.
Not including the two head maids, there were a total 361 females working for the palace, divided into the civil servants of the Ministry of Werebeast Affairs (the weregirls), the domestic staff (maids), and auxiliary staff (gardeners, stable hands, and various other artisans and professionals under the palace's employ).
While those staff who worked in difficult or dangerous positions were allowed to wear more practical clothes during their work, they were otherwise required to dress appropriately in modified uniforms that left their breasts and erogenous zones uncovered, including their feet. Instead of their normal shoes, all girls wore loud platform shoes while inside the palace, filling the entire castle with a constant clacking melody.
Jibril had announced the new rules on Wednesday. As all the girls were required to give themselves up for use by the king by the end of the week, this gave the remaining girls in the palace three days to get fucked.
The three remaining days in the week were dedicated to reaching this goal. Each day was split up into an early afternoon and a late afternoon session. The 361 girls were then split into six groups, and Sora had his way with a cluster of around sixty girls each session.
The girls were further divided up based on position. In total, there were 77 weregirls, 195 maids, and 89 auxiliary staff in the palace. Each session started with a weregirl, followed by a maid, then a member of the auxiliary staff, and then another maid, to be followed by a weregirl once again. In order to balance things out, a second maid was sometimes added, and an extra auxiliary staff member every six cycles. This was done to ensure variety in the uniforms of the girls that Sora fucked, so as to maintain his interest and arousal.
Steph looked down the list and called out the next girl's position, her three sizes, the color of her pubic hairs, and finally the colors of her toenails. She left out the girl's name, as it was decreed that Sora not be burdened with such unimportant details.
A young maid stepped forward timidly and raised her hand this time. Jibril hurried her forward, slapping her ass and pushing her up the steps. The maid fell down in front of Sora, her pupils dilating as she stared at Happy-sama looming right above her head.
Sora grabbed the maid without a word and began to fuck her. Her cries rang out through the foyer, torturing the footmen who had to stand nearby with throbbing erections. Men were forbidden to masturbate while on the job.
Sora groaned again and came inside the girl, tossing her aside as Steph called out the next girl's specifications. One of the royal physicians stepped forward next, dressed in an unbuttoned white lab-coat and a stethoscope around her neck—and nothing else.
Despite her high position within the royal household staff, even the doctor was not immune from the new rules. She bowed to Happy-sama and spread her pussy lips, like all the other servants. Sora grabbed her by the waist and kissed her on the mouth as he rubbed his erect member against her hairy cunt before thrusting it in and having his way with her like all the rest.
Happy-sama's six personal attendants stood along the staircase and watched, growing more and more aroused. Happy-sama's Slaves, Jibril and Steph, stood closest to Sora, while its Playthings, Kurami and Feel, stood on the steps right below. Near the foot of the stairs were Happy-sama's Pets, Miko and Izuna.
The six girls masturbated furiously as they watched their king fornicate with the palace staff. Out of respect for the two most senior pussy-slaves, Kurami, Feel, Miko, and Izuna made sure to let Jibril and Steph cum first each time before they allowed themselves to orgasm.
Thus, the entire afternoon was dedicated to the mass orgy happening on the staircase. Fluids flowed down the velvet steps, seeping into the carpet. The most unfortunate were the last girls on the list, who waited at the bottom of the staircase. As girls who had not yet known the pleasure of their king's cock, they were forbidden from pleasuring themselves until they had been properly rutted, and they were thus forced to watch their coworkers mate with their king without masturbating.
Sora finally finished inside the last girl in the group of sixty, a tailor for the Royal Wardrobe, and his six personal attendants received him as he pulled out of the girl's pussy, grasping his swollen cock as it continued to drip semen.
"You did such a great job today, Master!"
Jibril caressed Sora's face and kissed him on the cheek as Kurami and Feel handed him a large goblet of water.
For the past two days, they had continued this strict routine without variation. First came lunch, which was taken early in the afternoon. Then came the first group of girls, to be fucked by Sora over the course of just under three hours. Next came a twenty minute break for tea, and then the second round of girls, to be completed just before six o'clock, when Sora was reunited with his sister.
In all, Sora had a little less than three minutes to cum inside each girl, a rate that was maintained with exact precision with absolutely no delay or variation allowed.
The punishing routine had a toll on Sora's body. Every muscle of his body was sore, and his cock was red and swollen. It continued to grow each day, and the latest workouts had made Happy-sama expand permanently. Already, the rest of the staff noticed that the throbbing red member was much larger than it had been even two days previously.
"Sora, does it hurt?"
Sora said nothing as Kurami caressed his penis. He shuddered. He didn't feel pain—rather, more like a deep, intense burn.
"You did a wonderful job this afternoon, Sora! You were great today!"
Feel smiled shyly at her master and then knelt on the ground as she kissed Happy-sama. Kurami joined as well, planting her lips opposite Feel's. Miko and Izuna then got down on the ground and placed their mouths on Happy-sama's base, while Steph and Jibril, feeling jealous, joined in as well, both kissing Happy-sama on the glans.
"nnnnngh…CHU-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U-U!"
The six girls collectively gave Happy-sama a group kiss, and Happy-sama responded by shooting its load one last time and nutting all over the six girls.
Kurami and Feel kissed Sora on the cheeks and grabbed his softening member as they tucked it in back into his pants, patting it as they zipped up his fly. Sora had now completed the second of his three days of nonstop fucking. Tomorrow would be the last day.
The remainder of the household staff cleaned themselves off and prepared to cover themselves back up in anticipation of the reemergence of the Queen.
The two characters introduced here are maids of Stephanie Dola who briefly appear in episode 2 of the anime. After Steph is ordered to fall in love with Sora, and she starts acting strangely, there's a scene where she's making cookies while dressed in rags, and two of her maids are watching her from afar, wondering if she has gone crazy. Since they seem to have been Steph's personal maids, I made the assumption that they were the head maids, but other than that, everything else about them I took from the anime.