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"Isn't it forbidden to have sex with brothel products? They won't be able to hear us," Andy asked.
"Don't worry, there are two maids outside your cell who will alert us if anyone comes, so concentrate on getting me pregnant," replied Tina.
Tina lay naked on Andy's straw bed, spreading her legs wide and grabbing her ankles with her hands, exposing her juicy, pink, glistening pussy. Andy, mesmerized by the sight, masturbated furiously, filling the three vials one after the other with thick spurts of semen. Spurt... spurt... spurt... But his cock was now only half erect, not enough to fuck her. He climbed into bed, grabbed her fleshy thighs, and plunged his tongue into her pussy, licking it like a whirlwind, twirling and sucking with mastery.
"Ahh... ahn! Ohh, yes!" Tina began to moan, arching her back as Andy's tongue swirled around inside her, stirring up her juices. Slurp... slosh... slurp... Suddenly, Tina came with a powerful gush that Andy swallowed whole as if it were fresh water. Squirt!
Tina was surprised, gasping, "You're... an expert at this..."
She got down on all fours, spread her pussy with two fingers in a V shape, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your penis is already hard as a rock... stick it in me, do it."
Andy smiled, reverting to his arrogant personality: "You'll see how I'm going to break you."
Without warning, Slosh!, he shoved his entire cock into her pussy. "AHHH!" Tina let out a loud moan of pain and pleasure.
Andy penetrated her with brutal thrusts, his broad hips slamming against Tina's ass. Fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap! She gasped between breaths, "You put it in so suddenly... ahn! without saying anything!"
Andy grabbed her hair tightly, pulling her back. "Shut up!" he ordered, making her let out a moan of pain: Ahn!
He continued to fuck her mercilessly, his right hand pulling her hair and his left hand gripping her curvy waist. "If you think I'm fucking you because I like you... this is just to escape the brothel," he spat contemptuously.
Since he was summoned to this world, Andy had only ever been dominated, never the dominant one. These women here are too arrogant, he thought furiously, squeezing Tina's hair tighter and forming two makeshift ponytails to use as reins as he rammed into her: plap-plap-PLAP! Even though Tina is the only one who has treated me more or less kindly, being a woman, I will leave her stunned.
Tina's enormous breasts moved wildly, bouncing with each impact, and Andy grabbed them with his large hands, molding them and pinching her hard nipples. Tina smiled between moans: "Ahhn... it feels so good to be treated like a whore!" she gasped. "Despite my tough appearance as a guard... I like masochism! You have experience treating women like this... surely in your original world you fucked them this way." Sticking out her tongue, moaning "Mmmh-ahhn!", she asked, "What woman hurt your heart so much to make you like this?"
Andy put on a blank expression when he heard that question, saying nothing. He grabbed Tina's black panties, clenched them in his fist, and shoved them into her mouth. "Shut up, bitch!" he growled. Tina tried to protest, but only a muffled "mmph-mmph!" came out.
"You feel better when you're quiet," Andy said, slapping her hard on the ass: SMACK! She screamed with her mouth covered: MMMH! "Shut up, you slut, and get that jiggly ass up for me!"
With a submissive look on her face, Tina lifted her butt higher, her buttocks trembling. Although she could easily hit Andy for his cheeky attitude, she wanted to see how far his sexual rage would go. Andy's cock swelled further inside her, hardening to its maximum, and Tina's vagina tightened around it, holding it like a vice. Andy grabbed her pigtails with both hands and penetrated her with a strong, deep thrust of his hips: SLOSH-PLAP!
Tina opened her eyes wide, her low moan muffled by her saliva-soaked panties: Mmphhh! This feels like a big wooden stick being inserted into me, she thought. Tina hadn't slept with many men; she had always lived for money, working as a security guard and focusing on what was necessary, not on something "unnecessary" like sex.
Wanting to play, Tina squeezed her vagina tightly, making it harder for Andy to move. This was no longer an act of procreation, but a sexual battle between two depraved individuals who had forgotten the original reason. Andy felt the squeeze: This bitch wants to play... he thought. He pulled his penis out of Tina's pussy with a slop! and turned her onto her back. Her face was red and sweaty, and her huge breasts rose and fell with agitation. Tina was surprised by the sudden turn of events, instinctively closing her legs.
Grabbing her legs, Andy spread them open again, exposing her wet, throbbing pussy. He thrust his penis back inside her with one stroke: PLAP! Tina pulled her panties out of her mouth with her tongue, and Tina's moans grew louder: "AHH! AHHN! OHHH!"
This isn't good... I can't feel this kind of thing for a "defective," Tina thought, but her body was out of control. With her right hand, she masturbated her clitoris: shlick-shlick, stimulating her pussy while Andy penetrated her at the same time: Plap-Plap-Plap!
Andy continued: "You're the first one to pay me for sex... and not the other way around."
Tina opened her eyes, lifted her back up in front of Andy, and kissed him on the lips, mixing tongues in a wild, wet kiss: slurp-mwah-slurp. Andy, lost in Tina's slimy eyes as if in a trance, moved his tongue wildly. He couldn't hold back any longer and came inside her pussy: spurt-spurt-SPURT!, filling her with hot semen.
Tina let out a loud moan: "AHHHHN!"
Andy released Tina's hair and remained kneeling before her as she collapsed onto the bed, her chest heaving with each gasping breath. Tina looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes shining with the same insatiable desire that burned in Andy's heart. She gasped, her skin flushed and glistening with the remnants of their frenzied encounter.
Andy, still hungry for more, brought his cock to Tina's mouth and ordered in an authoritative voice: "Suck it, bitch."
Tina, looking tired, stared at Andy's arrogant face and, in response, kicked him in the face, knocking him off the bed: THUD! Andy fell to the floor in pain, thinking he had made a mistake in believing he could dominate someone like her.
In the cell, the two maids who were keeping watch for anyone coming in entered with clean clothes in their hands. Getting up from the bed, Tina put on the clothes they brought her, already dressed and with her hair slightly tousled. She left, but not before looking at Andy with a mischievous smile and throwing him a bag of 60 gold coins, which he caught in midair.
He was drained, body and mind. Word of Green Hood had emptied the brothel; no noblewoman would risk the streets tonight. Andy collapsed onto the bed, naked, skin still sticky with sweat and Tina's scent. The iron bars blurred. Exhaustion pulled him under, and sleep took him at last.
The clang of iron on iron shattered the darkness. A guard's baton hammered the bars in rhythmic blows, echoing through the subterranean cells like a brutal alarm. "Up! Breakfast!" the voice barked. Andy rolled off the cot, still in the same sweat-stained tunic and trousers he'd worn for three days. The stench of unwashed skin and dried sex clung to him. He shuffled out of the cell, boots scuffing damp stone. Descending the narrow stairwell into the mess hall, Andy found himself walking shoulder-to-shoulder with Kevin, as if fate had a sense of humor. They moved in perfect, unspoken sync, neither acknowledging the other, the air between them thick with yesterday's argument.
Without exchanging words, they lined up to receive their food. Kevin was handed a hot veal chop in his hands, while Andy was handed a plate with the chop on it. The men in the dining room observed this, but some didn't mind; they had already sensed that he had some kind of special status. Andy left the lunch line and headed for his usual spot. However, he noticed that Kevin was sitting there.
Unable to another sit anywhere because all they were busy up Andy noticed a table at which three men were already seated. Although he sensed hostility in their looks, he decided to sit there. Slammed his tray down on the table with a clatter that silenced the nearby chatter. He sat without invitation, legs spread wide, chin high. The tallest man, a broad-shouldered brute with short, tousled blond hair, brown eyes narrowed to slits, and a face twisted in open hostility, leaned in sharply. His knuckles whitened around his spoon.
Andy was slicing into a tough slab of meat, knife scraping plate, when the blond brute leaned in.
"It takes guts to sit at my table, invader. Why don't you crawl back to your world?" The man's words echoed in Andy's mind, still tired and angry from his encounter with Tina yesterday. However, Andy chose to ignore the man completely, frustrated by his presence.
The man, irritated at being ignored, stood up and approached Andy aggressively. "Can't you hear me, skinny man? Or don't you understand my language?" he sneered.
Andy slowly placed the knife next to the fork. "I understand you, idiot. If I could leave, I would have already left. Now shut up and let me eat."
The man grabbed Andy by the shirt, raising his arm and clenching his fist, ready to punch him straight in the face. Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted the tense atmosphere. It was a "Punch!" sound, so loud that even the nearby servants and guards were startled. The punch never connected with Andy's face; it was stopped by the open palm of his hand.
In a quick response, Andy grabbed the man's arm and punched him in the face, causing blood to spurt from his nose. "Punch!" Without giving him a chance to react, Andy kicked him in the face and stomach, sending him crashing to the ground. "Whew!" the man groaned in pain.
The room fell silent, all eyes on Andy. Despite his small stature compared to its rival, he had just proved that he was not to be messed with.
Andy flexed his knuckles, a slight smile playing on his lips. The voice of Jade, his former Muay Thai teacher/lover, echoed in his head: "Elbow steady, hips first, explode into the target." The Thai instructor had taught him the move hundreds of times between training sessions and sex in the sauna.
Tina shoved through the crowd, face thunderous. "What the hell is this? Francis, get up!" She glared at the bleeding man, then at Andy. "You hit my brother? Cell. Now."
The man Andy had been fighting with was none other than Tina's younger brother, Francis Leonhart, one of the top five most popular ranking.
Tina's eyes blazed. She barked at the nearest guards, "Take Francis to the infirmary—now!"
Two women in leather jerked the groaning blond off the floor, blood dripping between them as they hauled him away.
Tina's iron grip clamped Andy's arm.
She dragged him down the creaking wooden stairs, her boots slamming hard against the warped boards that groaned under her weight. In the cell, she pushed him with her superhuman strength. Andy flew backwards and hit his head on the floor.
Tina said in a reproachful tone. "Don't touch my little brother. We're partners, so I won't break your jaw... yet. But do it again and you'll rot in Isolation Zone with Ilugin and Luxter. Is that clear?"
Before Andy could answer, a small figure appeared in front of the cell: Nora, the short maid. Short black hair, huge yellow eyes behind thick round glasses, a maid's dress tight as a second skin over gigantic breasts and a voluptuous hourglass figure.
"Andy Collins?" Her tone was monotonous, almost bored. "The Murk prince demands your presence in the reception room."
Andy felt a knot in his stomach. Both Tina and Andy stared at each other wide-eyed, bewildered by the unexpected call.