Alfiro, in the ducal castle, main bathing room. A feline woman was taking her bath, attended by a large number of n. Half of them were feline subspecies while the other half were of different species. So of them were currently washing the woman, who was the Duchess of Alfiro.
She was quite tall, her fur orange and white with black stripes. The main bathing area was vast, consisting of a large pool-like body of water. She was lying leisurely on its edge in the nude, half of her body in the water, letting the n around her take care of everything. So were using their hands to work on her muscles while others massaged different parts of her body, all of them also in their birthday suits.
On one side, two other feline won were standing up, reporting pressing affairs to the duchess. The three won were the only females in the room, all of rank 6, the rest of the space being filled only with n.
The first one had blonde fur and round ears, standing tall in a strict military posture and looking straight forward. The other one was smaller, sporting black spotted grey fur, watching the n’s bodies with appreciative eyes.
“How are the preparations going, general?”
The tallest woman responded to the duchess’ query.
“The mobilization is proceeding according to plan, my Lady. We’ve recalled all our military personnel who weren’t on long-distance missions. We should have most of our forces within a week.”
“Good. How about our supplies?”
The n intensified the massage, so using oils on the parts without fur.
“There won’t be a problem with food and most basic items. We’ll be able to last for a long campaign. There’s still the sa issue we have as always, though.”
“Did you send people to buy from Geola?”
“We did. We received reports that rchants aren’t selling anything to felines. Our agents tried to use interdiaries but that failed too. We suspect felines are closely monitored in Geola right now. I’m sorry, my Lady.”
The duchess looked annoyed.
“That lowlife wench is using the sa tricks every ti. It’s nothing new but it’s still irritating.”
Sensing their mistress’ mood crashing down, a few more n started to massage her, one working on her shoulders, others on her arms, legs, and feet.
“My Lady, if I may?”
The second woman ca forward.
“Speak.”
“We’ve received news that a trader from Geola with weapons and iron ingots will arrive in our city soon.”
“Is it a large caravan?”
The duchess’ ears perked a little, hope in her voice.
“No, my Lady. He’s working by himself with a small escort and a single carriage.”
“Oh… Why are you reporting such a small thing to ? Deal with it as you see fit.”
“That is, my Lady… According to the inspection at the border, he’s coming with around 300 weapons…”
“Hmm…”
The Duchess didn’t seem much impressed but this changed when the chief of internal affairs finished her sentence.
“…And 300 iron ingots.”
“What? 300?”
“Yes, if there’s no mistake in the report.”
“That won’t solve all our issues but it’ll help a lot. We can’t miss this opportunity. I’ll leave it to you, Zhuri.”
Suddenly in a much better mood, tension left her body, and she sent a glance full of aning to the n surrounding her. They tried to keep their emotions in check but one could see they also relaxed a little. The one massaging her shoulders switched to massaging her chest. As the duchess slightly opened her legs, one of them ca to massage her inner thighs while another caressed her vulva. The duchess raised her hands to the penises of two specific n, designating them for the day’s duty.
“I’ll take care of it personally. I won’t fail you, my Lady.”
The general was still standing with her back very straight, avoiding looking at the scene in front of her. The chief of internal affairs, on the other hand, was watching everything with envy, her gaze especially focusing on the mbers of the n who were slowly getting in the mood due to the sexual tension increasing in the bathing room. They were all very fine specins, despite being low-ranked, and she sotis fantasized about playing with them. Unfortunately, these n exclusively belonged to the duchess and she couldn’t lay her hands on any of them.
“Is there any else?”
“Nothing, my Lady.”
The two subordinates shook their heads and the duchess concluded.
“You may leave now.”
The general left without looking back but the smaller woman kept sending glances on her way out. Just as she was crossing the door, she witnessed the duchess opening her legs wider, one of the chosen n placing himself in between them, his shaft ready for action. With one progressive move, he penetrated her mistress, who released a moan of pleasure. The second one lifted her butt from behind and sank his tool into her back hole, slowly filling her ass with his size, forcing the duchess to let another groan out. The n around them began working their sexes with their hands, and the wild orgy of one woman and many n started after that, just like most of the days.
She stayed in the threshold longer than necessary, appreciating the view of the n laboring to pleasure the duchess, and only turned around after a large quantity of them reached their climax. The n who were penetrating her inundated her two holes with their loads while the others released on the lady’s body or face. She orgasd loudly when feeling herself sared internally and externally, clawing hard at the man in front of her, blood oozing from the lacerations.
Zhuri felt her pussy moistening, and finally left the room for good. She would have given a lot to exchange places with the duchess right now. Fortunately, there was sothing she could do as an alternative. She still had so ti before the trader was supposed to arrive. She could take a quick break at ho to enjoy her husband’s care, together with the new slave she bought a few weeks prior. That one in particular still felt fresh to her and she hastened her pace, already imagining their lengths filling her holes, her fangs and claws sinking into their flesh.
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