Countessa's small pussy was considerably wet from her own desire to be raped and also the forced stimulation by Shayla, so Alistar slid in easily and spread her widely while also piercing deeply. "His cock was perfect," both of the slaves thought at separate times of this night.
It was unseemly to be unshaven and appear as if there was a bearded male chin between a woman's legs, so she kept herself very well trimmed. Shayla was envious of the attention her bush got from the Master as she was the kind to just fully shave, so she'd pay attention to that from now on. Alistar liked how touching either of them felt different, though.
And he also loved how much more slender, elegant, and delicate Narcisa seemed compared to his curvy, cute, and sexy kitten was. Pale, pinkish nipples and pale, reddened pussy; it was like her arousal was so much more clearly visible.
Her pussy wasn't tighter, though, so he abused her, "Was your knight the reason why your pussy is so loose?"
"Maybe your cock is just too small?" she barked back with a scowl.
And then he slapped her face, making her pussy reflexively squeeze his cock.
"I won't tell you to not be disrespectful because I enjoyed hitting you," the Master stated with a sadistic grin while moving his hips to slide in and out of her.
The Countessa chuckled madly at the insanity of her own thoughts and kept her slender legs well spread so he could reach her deeper, as if he wasn't already deep enough. "I enjoy being hit. Please, choke me next," her stolen soul confessed.
"Very well." So he obliged.
Shayla was too enthralled to participate, so she watched with fascination as the noblewoman struggled to breathe. Not just her face, the act of rape also looked stunningly beautiful. The feline beast man appeared even more handsome as he forced himself on a frail lady whose split mind mounted a futile effort to resist. The feline woman was mesmerized, and her lips let many drops of her delicious fluids drip on the floor before she got aroused enough to act.
Narcisa felt the desperation of being choked yet refused to pass out no matter how long she was prevented from breathing. Her legs shook and kicked, but she never closed them to prevent her Master from fucking her. Her hands clawed at the grip on her throat, but she never pulled hard enough to allow even the smallest breath pass through. Her pussy quivered, her body convulsed, and her eyes rolled up her skull, but she hated it so much she cried, but she loved it so much she would laugh if she could.
Eventually she started to cough and laugh as the grip finally let her breathe, then she noticed Alistar's cock come out of her, covered in his cum. She had been filled, but he wasn't done, so he slammed into her again. She wasn't allowed to see her own pussy being fucked for long, though, as her mouth was covered by Shayla's wet pussy lips, while the Master's mouth was covered by the other lips of his beloved favorite slave.
At first, Narcisa clearly refused the offer of having Shayla's pussy shoved on her face, and though the cat girl didn't care as she simply forcefully rubbed it, Alistar wouldn't have disobedience not even a full hour after acquiring his first slave. He ordered his slave to lick and to be enthusiastic about it, which was so instantly effective she acted as if ambrosia would come out of the pussy.
One wouldn't know the fiery woman wasn't actually bisexual with how hard she savored Shayla, putting to use all of the tonguing lessons she had given to her former knight. One wouldn't know the cat woman wasn't actually bisexual with how eager she was to force the Narcisa to perform lesbian acts upon her, not letting her rest no matter how hard she was getting fucked by their Master. Alistar was a man, so witnessing lesbian acts was a common fetish to his kind, and he made sure no drop of his cum was wasted on the floor, no matter if it was released "on" or "in" someone.
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They fucked for the rest of the night, then tired out as the sun rose. That hateful soft light bothered their sensitive eyes, and its unpleasant gentle warmth made them feel lethargic. They just wanted to hide under covers until it went away and they could dominate the night again. Yes, it didn't escape Alistar and Shayla what the "Curse of the Night and Shadows" implied, so they didn't even question it.
They closed all windows, and after an awkward exchange, the three worked together to change the soiled sheets. The bedroom quickly became all clean, dark, and very comely, so much that they didn't even resist the call to sleep, something Alistar and Shayla hadn't been doing a lot of lately, but when the trio got under the covers, everything seemed to fit together so neatly they harshly feel into a comfortable sleep.
They slept like the dead, but dreamed like the living, and they'd become the devils that haunted nightmares. They stalked, tormented, attacked, and killed innocent people, but little did they knew that these dreams belonged to other people. Their influence was weak and brief, but as long as they were asleep, someone suffered, unless they were actually into this sort of thing, and these kind of people did exist.
By the time their tiredness had been sated and the thirst for blood returned, it was already night again, and the trio gradually woke up, then they noticed they were hugging each other. Narcisa seemed to freeze like a confused prey that didn't know which way to run as her hands were entwined with Shayla's as she slept on Alistar's chest. As for the young man, he simply basked in the delight of waking up with a beauty on each arm, and he could still feel the arms even though they'd been under the women for eight hours.
Once he came to, he noticed he had begun to gently pat Narcisa's head, who looked at him like a puppy who had just left a little poopie on the carpet. He didn't believe she had dirtied her own underwear, so he was confused about her fearful expression.
"Is everything alright with you? You look scared," he whispered as gently as he could to not startle the kitten in his other arm as she woke up.
"Shouldn't I be? You did rape me," she answered, mostly talking to herself as she was confused about her own feelings.
And the man happily hummed back, "Let's see… you tried to kill me, so I enslaved you. You didn't care that your man almost raped my woman "-Shayla felt a tingle of happiness as she understood what he was talking about-", so I raped you. You also attacked us in The Slums, but I don't feel like taking revenge over that, so as long as you behave, I'll treat you well from now on."
Narcisa's fiery eyebrows knit fiercely as she fiercely broiled over her own thoughts. It took some effort for her to admit this, but her soul was bare, and she couldn't lie about it, "I enjoyed being raped. Can you rape me again?"
"You're such a lewd woman," Shayla remarked in disbelief.
She nodded. "I am. I also discovered I'm a masochist. Please make it hurt. Also, I seemingly can't keep my mouth shut in front of Master. I just can't… stop… speaking my heart out." And she attempted to physically close her mouth, but it was impossible, doubly so if her Master's cock was slapped upon her face.
The catgirl frowned. "Have you fallen in love with him?"
"With him and his hammer. Separately."
"What does that even mean?"
Narcisa giggled. "I don't know. I hate myself and I also hate Master, but I also love him."
"Do you love yourself?" Shayla curiously asked. She was starting to pity her junior a tiny amount.
The other shrugged. "I was already a failure of a woman before I got obsessed with the Jewel…" -But realization struck her- "Wait! If you're here, I can pretend you're my husband and my family will leave me alone!"
"I'm not a noble, though," Alistar pointed out.
"Doesn't matter. I can lie and they wouldn't care as long as I produce a child. Please impregnate me!" she begged with a perverse grin. Getting impregnated by her rapist roused the fire in her.
"Not before me!" Shayla desperately interjected. She would not have her position as the prime slave threatened by anything.
But Alistar waved at both of them dismissively. "I'm way too young to be a father. Besides, we don't know if our children will be born like us… or if they'll be worse…"
"I've read about that. It seems that the child will inherit a level of the curse between the father and mother," Narcisa scholarly replied.
And he rose an eyebrow at her. "What 'level' of cursed are you?"
"I pressed a finger against the jewel, so slightly more than Master."
"How much do you know about the curse, really?"
She frowned with a sigh. "Infuriatingly little. The Academy has lots of ancient texts that I've been trying to get access to, but anything that deals with the curse in detail has been restricted."
"How do we get access to it?"
"Supposedly, you propose a project valuable enough, and the old fucking piles of wrinkly foreskins of the High Scholars give you access to it, but their rotten brains have no idea what they even want!"
So the thief immediately got a deviously rogueish idea. "What if we… broke in?"
And Narcisa laughed heartily. "Wonderfully stupid idea! But you are a filthy little thief and has quite a lot of power now that you stole part of my soul, so I think that we have a chance."
"Apologize to Master," Shayla hissed as she clawed upon Narcisa's wrist.
The red woman backed off with fake regret. "Ow! Ow! You're making me wet! I'm sorry, Master. Can you slap my ass while you rape me again to punish me?"
"If that's your wish," he hummed with a shrug.
"You're rewarding her," Shayla growled.
"I do enjoy her sharp tongue. It's amusing," he remarked.
"I fucking hate myself!" Narcisa shouted with a mad giggle then continued as if she was a perfectly normal person, "Anyway, I think I can get you into the Academy by enrolling you as a student, but after that, you'll have to find a way to break into the Restricted Section by yourself."
But Shayla had to make something clear, "No, he will have me and you, slave, helping him at all times."
The other slave could only shrug though. "Yes, yes, but unless you want me to blow up a reinforced enchanted door with my now meager control over Chaos, then I don't know how else I can help."
It was trivial for Alistar to come up with a task for his reluctant slave. "You can scout and prod the area for vulnerabilities, but that can wait. I really don't want to become a student again, though."
She rolled her eyes. "It'll be just for a short while, and you can also learn how to control the Chaos that you stole from me. But before that, I'll have to teach you to act more like a noble since you're going to be my husband from now on. You'll represent me, so I can't have you acting like a brute."
"Remember that you're the second wife," Shayla pointed out, sensing that the Countessa was getting too haughty for her own good.
And the fiery woman put proudly and pompously touched her small chest with her long, delicate fingers. "I'm a Rubenflamme. There's no way someone of my lineage would be a second wife to an unknown noble."
But the cat girl was set in bloodying the pride of the second slave. "A young and handsome noble, you old cake. A failure like you has to settle."
This was a bit of a sore spot for her, so she went on the defensive, "I'm not that old! I'm twenty-seven!" But she needed only a second to ready herself for a slap fight.
"Older than me, and even older than Master."
Countessa's explosive anger paused. "Wait, how old is he?"
"…"
Her mood swung a fist at her, throwing her into an exhilarated state. "WHAT?! I'm actually marrying a young man! This is incredible! I have to brag about this to Gigi!" And she got out of the bed to pace back and forth due to uncontrollable excitement.
Shayla narrowed her beautiful icy eyes in a cold stare, feeling reluctant to ruin the fiery slave-sister mood, but she had to ascertain herself, "As long as you accept you're the second wife."
"Fine! I don't care anymore!" Narcisa exclaimed dismissively, still quite energetic. If only she had ears and tail she'd be just like a typical doggirl impure human.
"Blue bloods are weird…" Alistar casually hummed, then casually gave Shayla's pretty clawed hand a warm kiss, but something started to tickle his mind. "You said I had a connection to the Chaos now? How do you know?"
Countessa suddenly stopped pacing, but her mouth moved fast enough to make up for it as she answered, "For the same reason I can't keep my mouth shut in front of you. I. Just. Know. It's my soul you have, after all. I can sense my Chaos in you as if I could see a part of my body grafted on you, which is a very revolting sensation but I also seem to enjoy being abused like this. Please slap me."
Alistar was quite happy to slap a woman so hard she fell to her knees, and Narcisa felt as if someone had just kicked her in her womanly parts, but it caused a burst of pleasure rather than pain. Her "cunt," as she would call it in her own thoughts, had some rather disgraceful cravings, she remarked to herself, amused by her self-deprecation.
The young catman was more interested in continuing the interrogation than sexually stimulating the noblewoman, though. "How do I use this connection?"
Her answer was dry, "You don't unless you want to corrupt yourself further."
"I have no idea what corruption means and why that'd happen by using the connection. Isn't Chaos how you mages use… magic?"
She collected herself and stood up while massaging the aching cheek. "Yes, which is why I'm telling you to go to the Academy! This is a dangerous power, but it's oh, so incredibly powerful."
He sighed and shrugged. "Fine, fine, I'll enroll, but is it that easy to get in?"
"For me, it is. I just have to say that you're a distant cousin of sorts who discovered your connection to Chaos and they'll happily let you in, but I'll have to send a letter to my family in case the Academy tries to contact them to confirm things."
"So, now what?" he monotonously inquired, looking forward to the dreadful situations he'd go through in school again.
Narcisa was dismissive at first, but then her excitement came back, dragged by a delightful idea. "Now, we wait… No… Now, I teach you how to be a noble."
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