Chapter 210: Threesome***
Chapter 210: Threesome***
Clara.
The head maid stood with her arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she took in the scene before her—Amelia, pressed up against the wall, her body trembling, Arthur behind her, unbothered by the intrusion.
Amelia's face burned with embarrassment. "Clara—!"
The older woman merely raised a brow. "Sneaking off in the middle of breakfast? My, my… how bold."
Arthur, completely unfazed, chuckled. "Caught us, did you?"
Clara's eyes flickered to Amelia, then back to Arthur. "Oh, I caught much more than that." She stepped closer, the amusement in her gaze shifting into something else—curiosity.
Arthur studied her, then smirked. "Enjoying the show?"
Clara tilted her head, the corner of her lips curving upward. "Depends… are you willing to share?"
Amelia's breath hitched. "W-what?"
Clara ignored her, stepping up to Amelia's side. She trailed a single finger down the younger woman's flushed cheek, her touch featherlight, teasing. "She looks so helpless," she murmured, eyes dark with interest. "I wonder… how much more can she take?"
Arthur's grin widened. "Let's find out."
Arthur's smirk deepened as he met Clara's gaze, amusement flickering in his golden eyes. The head maid's touch on Amelia was deliberate—light, teasing—just enough to send a shiver through the trembling girl.
"Clara, w-what are you—?" Amelia tried to stammer something, her voice hoarse, but Clara cut her off, grabbing her thighs and wrenching them apart. "Shut up," Clara snapped, shoving her face into Amelia's cunt, tongue plunging in without warning.
Amelia yelped, her body jerking as Clara ate her out, sloppy and ruthless, sucking her clit hard enough to make her squirm. "Taste like a cheating bitch," Clara mumbled between licks, her hands digging into Amelia's ass to hold her still. "Fucking your husband's brother wasn't enough—you need the help to lick you clean too?" Arthur laughed, grabbing Amelia's head again and forcing her back onto his cock.
"That's it, choke on it while she tongues you," he said, thrusting deep, her gags mixing with the wet smacks of Clara's mouth on her pussy. Amelia's hands flailed, caught between pushing Clara away and clawing at Arthur's legs, but they didn't let up. Clara pulled back just to spit on her cunt, then dove back in, lapping at her like a dog, her tongue fucking into her dripping hole.
"Look at her," Clara said, pulling away to smirk up at Arthur, her chin glistening. "Unfilial little pig—legs open for anyone who'll take her." She slapped Amelia's thigh, hard, making her whimper around Arthur's dick. "Keep sucking, slut—don't stop just 'cause I'm here." Arthur groaned, loving the sight, and rammed harder, his balls tightening as Amelia's throat clenched around him.
"Fuck, she's good for something," he grunted, holding her head down until her nose pressed into his pubes, her face a mess of tears and drool. Clara kept working her pussy, fingers jamming in alongside her tongue, stretching her out while she degraded her. "Bet you've been waiting for this," Clara hissed, "getting used by us while your husband is giving his all against the demons."
The room was a cacophony of filth—Amelia's choked moans, Clara's slurping, Arthur's heavy breathing—all building to a peak they weren't done with yet. Arthur pulled out, his cock throbbing, and nodded at Clara. "Time to really break her," he said, his grin pure malice as he reached for his inventory.
With a flick of his wrist, he materialized something from his inventory—a Strap-On (Rare), an item from his system gacha that had been collecting dust.
Clara's eyes gleamed as she took it from his hands, inspecting it with a knowing smirk. "And what, exactly, do you want me to do with this?"
Arthur leaned in, his voice low and teasing. "Would you like to feel how it is to be on the other side?" He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief. "Would you like to fuck your mistress?"
Clara's lips curled into a sly smile as she turned the sleek, enchanted object over in her hands. She ran her fingers along its surface, feeling the hum of latent magic coursing through it.
"Oh, I would love to, Master," she purred, her voice dripping with amusement. "But how could I possibly do that?"
Amelia, still panting against Arthur's chest, tried to find her voice, her lips parting as if to protest. But Arthur didn't give her the chance. With a firm grip, he thrust her head down, forcing her attention back onto him, silencing her completely.
"Shh," Arthur murmured, his voice dark with amusement. "You don't get a say in this."
Amelia whimpered, her body tensing under his hold, but she didn't pull away.
Arthur turned his attention back to Clara, offering her the enchanted artifact with an approving nod. "Wear this," he instructed. "It's not just any ordinary toy—it's a Rare-Rank Artifact. It transmits all the sensations directly to the user." He smirked. "It'll feel just like the real thing."
Clara raised a brow, intrigued. "Oh?" She tapped the strap-on against her palm, feeling the magic pulse through it. "I like the sound of that."
She slid a glance toward Amelia, watching the way the younger woman trembled, completely at their mercy.
Arthur's golden eyes gleamed. "Then let's not waste any time."
Clara fastened the enchanted artifact in place, testing its fit. The moment the magic synced with her, a shiver ran through her body—her pupils dilating slightly as she felt everything as if it were truly her own.
She groaned loud, feeling it sync up, every nerve firing as if it was her own cock. "Oh, fuck yeah," she muttered, stroking it once, her eyes locked on Amelia, who was slumped against the wall, panting and wrecked. "You're done for, mistress. Gonna pound you 'til you forget your own name."
Arthur yanked Amelia up by her hair, flipping her onto all fours like a ragdoll. "Ass up, you cheating bitch," he barked, slapping her hard across the cheeks, leaving red welts.
Clara lined up behind her, spitting on the strap-on for good measure, then slammed it into Amelia's soaked pussy, no warmup, just a brutal thrust that made her scream.
"Take it, you filthy cunt," Clara growled, gripping Amelia's hips and fucking her hard, the wet slap of fake cock in her hole filling the room. The artifact fed every sensation back—Clara felt her pussy clench around it, hot and tight, and she laughed, nasty and low. "Feel that? That's me fucking you senseless—better than your husband ever could, huh?" Amelia's arms buckled, face smushing into the floor, but Arthur wasn't done.
He grabbed her head, shoving his cock back into her mouth. "Don't you dare pass out," he snarled, thrusting deep, her gags choking around him. "Suck it while she reams you—show us what a worthless, unfilial whore you are." They worked her from both ends—Clara pounding her pussy, Arthur fucking her throat—her body rocking between them like a cheap toy. Spit and juices dripped everywhere, pooling under her as she moaned and sobbed.
"Switch," Arthur said after a minute, pulling out and nodding at Clara. She smirked, yanking the strap-on free with a wet squelch, and they flipped Amelia onto her back. Clara straddled her chest, shoving the dripping strap-on into her mouth. "Taste yourself, slut," she hissed, grabbing Amelia's hair and forcing it down her throat. "Lick your own mess off me—fucking pig." Amelia gagged, eyes watering, as Clara fucked her face, the artifact letting her feel every sloppy inch.
Arthur slid between her legs, spreading her thighs wide and slamming his cock into her abused pussy. "Still so fucking wet," he grunted, thrusting hard, balls slapping her ass. "Spreading for your brother-in-law and the maid—what's my brother gonna say when he finds out his wife's a cum-dump?" He leaned over, spitting on her stomach as he drilled her, her body shaking under the double assault.
Clara pulled the strap-on out, smearing it across Amelia's face, then climbed off to take her turn again. "My go," she said, pushing Arthur aside and ramming the strap-on back into Amelia's cunt, this time lifting her legs over her shoulders to go deeper. "Fucking take it," she spat, pounding her so hard the floorboards creaked. Arthur knelt by her head, jerking himself off before shoving his cock back in her mouth, sideways this time, bulging her cheek.
"Look at you," Arthur said, voice thick as he fucked her face. "Choking on me while Clara stretches you out—you really turned not a sum dump." Clara laughed, slapping Amelia's tits as she thrust, the strap-on bottoming out. "Cum, you nasty bitch," she ordered. "Cum for the maid and your brother-in-law—prove what a traitor you are."
Amelia's body gave in, convulsing hard, a broken scream muffled around Arthur's cock as she came, soaking the floor. Arthur unloaded then, hot cum flooding her mouth, spilling out the sides as he held her down. Clara kept fucking her through it, grinning as the strap-on pulsed with her own release, the artifact making her feel every twitch.
"I wish I could fuck her again sometime. I am getting addicted to this feeling" Clara mumbled.
"Don't worry about that. I will leave the artifact to you" Arthur said dressing back up.
"Really master?"
"Of course. I doubt she can go back to her previous life. And in my absence someone needs to be there to fill her holes." Arthur smirked
"Indeed. I will take full care of her" Clara said as she kept thrusting in her.
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