Prince Hranfir lay back on the grand bed, his reddish demonic body glistening with sweat, piss, and blackish cum. His three horns cast long shadows across the silk sheets as he licked the last drops of yellowish piss from his lips with a satisfied, wicked grin. His massive cock, still rock-hard and coated in thick layers of saliva and semen, throbbed heavily against his abdomen.
"Come," he commanded in a low, authoritative growl. "All four of you. Climb on me. Cover your Prince with your filthy juices."
The four slave maids moaned in eager obedience. Their long black tails lashed excitedly as they crawled onto the large bed from all sides. Their reddish, corrupted bodies were voluptuous and slick — heavy breasts swaying, dark elongated nipples hard and leaking tiny drops of corrupt milk, horns gleaming.
