After the huge victory and Pierre finished reinstalling the barrier, the three—Elena, Pierre, and Dora—went on vacation to the mainland. Since Pierre was on a disciplinary break, they took this chance to bring him away from NRE. Tonight will be Dora's last night in the Reichland as she will move to Itulia. Pierre recommended her to study there and come back to NRE after graduation. So Elena dragged Pierre along to see off Dora on the mainland. They had spent their day traveling and trying food around as much as possible.
On the mainland, Pierre suggested going to the Newstone castle—the inspiration for many fairy-tale castles. The classic, Roman-style castle was the destination of millions of tourists every year. Pierre and Elena had been here a couple of times, while this was Dora's first time visiting here. She was impressed by the combination of architecture and style of the castle.
"I still can't believe this place is real," she said softly, her eyes fixed on the distant lakes. Upon reaching the top and stunned by the view, she added, "It's like walking through a painting." They entered the castle. Dora could not take her eyes off the luxurious and gorgeous decoration inside. The golden-tone decoration in the hallway and several paintings were stunning.
Elena added, "I read that the king never saw it finished. Can you imagine dreaming up something this magical and never getting to live in it?"
This time, Dora spoke up. "Maybe that's why it feels so tragic and romantic at the same time. Like love and loneliness carved into stone." Pierre and Elena looked at Dora, her eyes filled with impression.
"You're getting poetic on us," Pierre added, with a low and steady voice. Elena made her smile.
Then Dora said, "Can you blame me? I'm with the two people I love most, in a literal fairy-tale castle. If this doesn't make me poetic, nothing will." Elena then added,
"Yeah, like we're not just visiting—we're part of its story now."
While visiting and seeing several rooms in the castle, the three reached the hotel section. A recent renovation of the castle had allowed part of it to be a hotel. It was in very high demand, but Pierre managed to book this exotic hotel for the three. The big suite room with a king-size bed, an elaborately carved wooden structure in the style of a Gothic cathedral, was their residence tonight. Stepping into the king's bedroom felt like entering a shrine to medieval romanticism. The room was richly dark and dramatic, a striking contrast to the lighter, more playful spaces elsewhere in the castle. It was one of the few rooms available for tourists. The room reflected the king's obsessive attention to detail and his deep fascination with chivalry, religion, and legend.
Above, a painted ceiling arched overhead, adorned with golden stars on a deep blue sky, creating the illusion of sleeping beneath the heavens. Candlelight and a chandelier added a romantic ambiance to the room.
Pierre and Elena looked at Dora, who was stunned by the luxurious design of the room.
"It's fantastic," she said, her eyes lingering on the painted ceiling. "I can't believe you were able to book this room." She turned to Pierre, who gave her a soft smile while placing their luggage. "I know the owner of this hotel," he replied softly, but Elena interrupted. "Should I tell her?" Pierre was stunned by Elena's words. Dora was confused by the conversation. "What's it about?" Dora asked Elena. Then Dora was shocked as Elena revealed, "Actually, he was a lover of the hotel's owner." Elena grinned at Pierre, who gave a soft smile as if it was nothing. Dora narrowed her eyes, looking at the two in front of her. Pierre added, "And the father of the owner's daughter." Dora did not know how to react to this revelation about Pierre. "Wait, but the owner…" Dora saw Elena giving her a nod, confirming her curiosity. "Yes, she's married."
"Pierre, you are unbelievable," Dora exhaled. Then Pierre spoke up. "It's sad that she's busy tonight." Elena then slapped his shoulder. "Stop it! Tonight is Dora's night." Suddenly, Elena's words made Dora flustered. Though she was prepared for her last night in the Reichland, Elena's words still made her heart skip. The calm and usual gestures between Elena and Pierre reassured Dora that they must have come and done several playful things here before. Thinking about what might happen tonight was enough to arouse her body. She felt her heartbeat quicken, her stomach ache, and a craving below.
Elena saw Dora's face redden and her chest move visibly. With a bold movement, Elena went straight to kiss Dora, which stunned Dora before she followed Elena's lead. The two women lingered for a while before Elena released her lips from Dora's. On Dora's side, her eyes narrowed as if her mind was under Elena's spell. She called Elena with a low and seductive voice,
"Elle…" Elena watched Dora's expression with satisfaction. She leaned forward, close to her ear, and whispered, "Let's go get changed, dear; our prince is waiting for us." Elena told Pierre to wait on the bed while the two got changed in the restroom.
A few moments later, the two women finished their preparations. Coming out from the restroom were Elena and Dora in Dirndl clothes, this time made of real fabric—not the synthetic suits like last time. Elena stood behind Dora, who was blindfolded with a collar.
"The slave is ready, my king," Elena said in a soft tone. Dora was now aroused as she imagined what was going to happen to her.
Pierre, sitting at the edge, observed the two as Elena guided Dora to kneel between his legs. She directed Dora to unbuckle his pants. His thing was half-ready upon seeing the two roleplay as lady and slave. Despite being half-ready, Dora's hand could only wrap around half of his thing. She began using her tongue skills, learned from a spy course and experience, licking from testicles slowly to the tip, like an icicle, finishing by swallowing it. Pierre watched Dora struggle as she could only swallow half of his thing. Dora choked, trying to use her skills to please her master. Elena, standing behind, could not tolerate her lack of skill. Suddenly, she restrained both of Dora's arms while Pierre grabbed her head.
"L…Lady Elena…" she said, surprised as her arms were pulled back. But she could not finish her sentence as Pierre forced his thing into her mouth. The size and length filled her mouth. He forced her to swallow his half-ready thing down her throat. Dora struggled, unable to speak and finding it difficult to breathe.
"Urggh ughh…" The only sound she could make as Elena and Pierre restrained her movement.
"This slave must learn a lot," Elena spoke while pulling Dora's arms and softly stomping her foot on her back. The two women had agreed on the limits of this role-play. Dora tried to respond but couldn't since Pierre's thing, growing larger, filled her mouth and throat. "T…Te…me m…re…" Dora struggled. Pierre and Elena sensed her pleasuring voice. "Look at this bitch," Elena said, insulting her. After choking her mouth for a while, Pierre sped up, going faster and deeper. Dora tried to catch her breath. While stroking inside her mouth mercilessly, she felt his thing tensing, so her mouth and tongue wrapped tighter, simulating as if her mouth were a lewd spot. As Pierre increased his pace, he finally released his load into her mouth, dripping down her throat, with some coming out of her nose. Dora struggled as her throat and nose could not breathe due to his load.
Pierre and Elena saw Dora struggling. Upon releasing her arms and head, she instantly pulled Pierre's thing from her mouth. The load dripped from both her nose and mouth as she tried to swallow every drop.
"S…So…rry…Mas…ter," she apologized for letting some of his load spill. Elena looked satisfied.
"You let out our precious fluid," she said. Then Pierre pulled the collar's chain, dragging Dora up to the bed. Elena brought out cuffs and chains, restraining her arms and legs. Elena sat on her body. Pierre positioned himself between her legs.
"Please punish me," Dora pleaded. Followed by a slap from Elena, "You stupid bitch." Then Pierre gripped her neck tighter. "Ughh…master…" As she nearly fainted, he released his grip. Dora's breath quickened, and her muscles tensed from Pierre's bold action.
Elena was now sitting on Dora's face, placing her lewd spot on Dora's mouth. Dora knew her job and started licking Elena's unshaven zone. Her tongue skills pleased Elena, who kept moaning and began bucking her hips.
On the other hand, Pierre lifted Dora's skirt, pulled down her underwear, revealing the soaking, clean zone to his eyes. With no more foreplay, he thrust in his full erection, reaching the deepest zone. Pain and stimulation mixed in Dora's body. Her brain released loads of oxytocin, estrogen, dopamine, etc. She could not speak properly as her mouth was filled by Elena's spot. So she gently bit Elena's sensitive spot, which made Elena squirt once. Elena then moved her hips faster.
With the three sharing their intimate moment together, Dora's mouth belonged to Elena, and Dora's lewd spot was being dominated by Pierre. The luxurious room filled with moans and the lewd sound of skin hitting skin. Pierre kept thrusting, and Elena kept bucking her hips. Dora was being used as a toy to pleasure her two beloved master and lady.
"Mmmm…" As she tried to speak, Dora's body became tenser. Toes curled up, lewd spots tightened, and her belly ached. Pierre felt her insides wrap tighter around his thing. He and Elena looked into each other's eyes.
"Inside her," Elena said, reading Pierre's mind. Pierre grinned as he had permission to impregnate the young woman.
He increased his force and pace. Elena's hands reached out to Dora's clit. The forceful squeeze from Elena suddenly made Dora's hips lift, followed by Pierre's final strong thrust.
"Agmmm"
"Ahmmm…"
Dora's lower body was lifted in the air as her body was chained. Her hips were bucking, receiving Pierre's load that filled her inside.
Pierre shot his fluid into Dora. Upon removing it, a sound came from Dora's lewd spot, which was now hollowed due to the unusual enlargement. He looked at Elena, who had just released her fluid on Dora's face.
"Thank you, master…" Dora spoke with exhaustion as Elena moved away. Her heartbeat was fast, and her breath was quicker and deeper.
"Good girl," Elena said, patting Dora. She returned a smile.
The three then continued their play, with Dora as a slave serving both master and lady until morning came. Elena took turns on Dora's lower body and Pierre on her face. Then Elena cleaned Pierre's mess using her own body. The continuous load from Pierre filled both Elena and Dora, mixing with the women's own fluids. The gorgeous bed was soaked with their love juices.
As morning came, Dora was released from the chains, her spots hollowed by Pierre's unusual size. Pierre's load still leaked from her holes. She slept with happiness, knowing she'd become a mother soon. The last night in Reichland for Dora was unforgettable as she, Elena, and Pierre had spent lustful moments together.