Dee_DubbleYew

  There are three ways to ‘make it’ in Camelot.

  The first requires no effort, it simply requires one to be born into a noble family. Such a blessed existence guarantees a life of gmor and influence in perpetuity.

  The second is significantly harder: one must work their way up from the lower echelons of the myriad supporting pilrs of Prillia and be recognized for one’s extraordinary merit. Such a course is the one most attempt to take, and requires decades of hard work, empty fttery, and a great deal of luck.

  You, Prudence, have chosen the third route. You have neither the time nor the patience to deal with the legions of cronies and the hours of bowing and scraping. If you could help it, your time is better suited to self-improvement and helping others. That is why you hope to eventually marry into nobility: you can indulge in the gmorous lifestyle of the upper crust whilst sharing your newfound wealth and power with those who truly require it.

  You take a deep breath and briefly gnce into the stands. The Magic Dueling club is one of the most prestigious clubs in Camelot, attracting the attention of nobility from every stratum to observe the most ancient and noble of magical competitions. You spot a few famous bachelors in the crowd.

  The son of Lord Duffenshire watches you and your opponent get into position in a semi-interested gaze. He’s handsome enough in the face, though you can tell his suit has been hemmed to present the illusion of fitness. He is set to inherit a province known for its olives and grapes, close to the dwarven mountain range and but a short train ride from Camelot.

  The younger brother of Lord Kreemovdacrop is far more enraptured by the slowly mounting tension in the room, his gaze darting between you and your opponent. He has a far better reputation than Duffenshire, though he is less likely to inherit a smaller tract of nd, one enmeshed in the dairy industry. You don’t like cows, those dim-witted beasts, and you dislike being far from civilization even more.

  “Duelists, ready!” The referee crows.

  You raise your wand up in preparation, mirroring your opponent’s movements. She’s nervous, likely fearful of your reputation. As she should be, you’ve honed your reflexes and practiced your spells to the point of near perfection. Furthermore, your chosen specialty is notoriously hard to counter.

  In the brief moment before the referee calls to start, your eyes fsh onto the st potential bachelor. He’s an elf, like you. Better yet, he’s from a very rich family in the elven territories, one tied to the Silverblood family. Even if he’s not in the direct line, Faldryn Brightsilver is a handsome gentleman with a sterling reputation. You give him a smile and flick your perfectly curled coiffure back right as the referee calls.

  “Begin!”

  “By the howling winds and great gusts, I call the slicing currents!”

  A novice, still needing a full incantation. Rather than counterattack, you give her a bit of face. You sidestep the spell, heart racing as you realize the spell nearly clipped your chest. It’s odd that they’d never gotten in the way before…don’t think about it for now, you’re in the middle of a duel! The crowd gasps at the near miss, and you swish your wand about.

  “Earth and stone, shape around to prot—”

  “Crystal nce.”

  Your magic, beautiful in its geometrical perfection and speed, crashes through the half-formed shield and sends your opponent crashing backwards.

  Not a direct hit, so only one point. The referee signals as much and you both get back into position. When the referee calls, you act first while still giving your opponent a chance to show off.

  “Crystal bulwark.” Swish, flick, and you’re now encased in a transparent dome of crystal.

  “By the power of the searing sun, sor barrage!”

  Sor spells, very interesting! They are notoriously hard to grasp, and pack quite a punch. One might think the nature of sor spells would allow them to pass through crystals harmlessly…As, the beams are refracted on your shield’s surface and scatter around it, dissipating harmlessly against the nullification barrier protecting the audience.

  You point your wand at your exhausted opponent and cement your victory.

  “Crystal peppershot.”

  Dozens of tiny crystals shoot towards her and bounce off her enchanted doublet. Had she not been wearing it, the crystal fkes would have torn through her body. Fortunately, modern dueling necessitated the proper precautions.

  “Direct hit, two points! Victor: Prudence Gemsong!” The referee calls as the audience appuds politely.

  You help your opponent up and dust off her pels, careful to not get any of her dirt on you. That’s the problem with other magics: fire leaves ash, earth leaves dirt, water gets things soggy, air ruffles up clothes…only crystal magic leaves you looking more beautiful than before, sparkling beautifully in the light.

  “I thought for sure my sor spell would get through…” Your opponent sulks. “I worked so hard on it!”

  “You did well, darling. Sadly, it would take much more power before overwhelming the refractive properties.” You bring her chin up and offer a comforting smile. “I think you did splendidly, all you need is more practice…and perhaps finding a magic type to specialize in, hm?”

  You spare a gnce at the bachelor for whom you demonstrated such perfect spellcasting, and your blood runs cold. He’s ughing as he chats with Sybil, a girl from the Celestial Phoenixes. You swear she smirks when she looks your way, ughing haughtily in a manner that makes her bountiful breasts bounce.

  You hide your irritation behind a tense smile, picking out the other bachelors among the audience. Much to your frustration, they too are swarmed by members of the Celestial Phoenix House, each fighting for their attention.

  You pack your dueling equipment in a manner that is quite undylike and leave the stadium in a huff. Nowadays, there are less viable bachelors to go around. There are even rumors that the parliament is trying to allow polygamy in certain situations, though those affiliated with the Holy Knights are vehemently opposed to it.

  So are you. You are willing to share many things, but you aren’t willing to share the affections of someone who is to be your husband.

  You’ve held yourself to a higher standard your entire life. You worked through your schooling and taught yourself etiquette, economics, and several trades so that you would excel wherever you went. You worked yourself to the bone to get accepted to Camelot University to find a good suitor, one who could help you become your best self, only to find swarms of hussies wherever you go. Not just those untalented fops at Celestial Phoenix, but that nepotistic bitch at your own sorority…

  “Oh, Prudence!” Your former opponent joins you in the street and you erase your frown. “I wanted to thank you for the advice. And maybe…can you tell me how you got so good? Like, how do you practice so your spells are so fast and precise?”

  “I recommend the Dueling Club’s specialized training chamber.” As this girl’s senior, you must be forthcoming with your advice. “I used to be slower than you when I first joined, you know. The training chamber is truly an excellent way to improve your spellcasting.”

  “Really? The others say it’s glitched. The high score’s impossible!”

  “Oh, it is.” The person responsible for the training chamber’s spellwork, a certain ‘Arrythmia’, has a high score that nobody’s been able to get close to in over a decade. It’s more than five times your highest score, and you’ve managed to hit the targets within seconds of their appearance. It’s accepted that Arrythmia somehow bypassed the systems and input the impossible score, likely to stroke their own ego.

  “Nevertheless, the training chamber works wonders. Don’t let the glitched score dissuade you.”

  You pat her on the head, noticing for the first time how positively adorable this half-elf is. Light green hair neatly tied into a bun, eager blue eyes, and a nice pair of legs with a perfect thigh gap. You shake your head, wondering where that thought came from. Does it matter? She’d make a perfect member of the sisterhood.

  “Say, are you perhaps part of a sorority? I could spend more time helping you improve your magic if you joined mine.”

  “Really? I’m not sure I qualify…”

  “Nonsense, darling! Come along, I’ll introduce you to the others.”

  Normally, you’d be more reluctant to let others join the Life Phoenix house. As president, it would be up to you to manage the paperwork and ensure that potential members fit in seamlessly. A difficult task, when those you recommend, and those Andromeda recommend so frequently csh. But ever since the newest batch of sisters joined, things have been more…docile.

  There are no longer any rge spats, personal arguments often resolving behind closed doors. Furthermore, the sorority has evolved to become a sort of community. Rosebush has taken it on herself to help keep the house tidy, so there are no longer arguments about dirty dishes and clothes strewn about. Hazel volunteers to help you with anything from homework to paperwork, which takes a great deal of stress off your shoulders. Yucca’s weekly SLAM poetry sessions have engendered greater appreciation for the arts in the sorority. And although Ash’s, let’s say, aesthetic cshes with the vibrant spirit of Life Phoenix house, she frequently cooks healthy meals for everyone.

  It’s a tad odd how she boasts how much her father loves her muffins and creamed pies, but everyone has quirks.

  Best of all is Monday. Thinking about her kind green eyes makes your knees turn to jelly. You hate to admit it, but she’s the most beautiful girl in the sorority. She ensures that everyone has a shoulder to cry on, and her massages make all your worries melt away.

  You lead your new recruit to Life Phoenix House and she’s taken aback. It’s much hotter on the inside, something dear Monday insisted on doing so that she could pce more potted pnts throughout the house. The beautiful gardener has such a sweet smile when she talks about the house, calling it her personal garden. It does wonders to liven up the pce with colorful flowers and their intoxicating smells, though you do have to check your heavier clothes at the door.

  “Miss Prudence, you brought a guest!” Rosebush bows, her jiggling breasts barely contained within her maid outfit.

  Hm. You swear, if she wasn’t so hot, you’d tell her off for wearing so little. Her stockings reach well above the knees, held up by a frilly garter belt disappearing under a very short skirt. A bead of sweat trickles down her leg. Perhaps you can convince Monday to move away from tropical pnts?

  “Good afternoon, Rosebush. I’m showing a potential pledge around. Goodness, I always seem to forget how scorching it is in here…”

  You take off your vest and hand it to her and take a deep breath as the pressure around your chest is released. It seems like just st week you had to get a new vest to accommodate your chest.

  Your clothes must be shrinking in the wash, because your pants are getting quite tight as well!

  “A new pledge?” Yucca pokes her head from behind a door down the hallway. “Help yourself to a popsicle, Prudence, I’ll show her around!”

  What a wonderful idea! You’ve been craving something to suck on for a while now. You head to the kitchen as Yucca takes the new pledge by the hand. It’s really kind of her to show the new girl around, your sorority sisters have truly taken a shine to recruiting ever since that party a couple weeks ago.

  Your plump lips wrap around the cold popsicle, your tongue wrapping in circles around it as you hum contently. Something about these frozen treats is so addicting.

  You just love sucking on long, hard things.

  You are Rosebush, the maid of Life Phoenix House.

  Your life used to be complicated. Not anymore! As a maid, you don’t even need to worry about your courses. Hazel helps you with your homework as you do the cleaning, baking, dusting, licking, and all the other normal maid duties!

  A day in the life of a maid starts bright and early. By the time you wake up, Monday, Ash, Hazel, and Yucca are already milling around. You help them get dressed as they massage your big knockers and tickle you between the legs. They’re really supportive when you have one of your fits, even helping you clean yourself up sometimes! Mostly they suck and kiss your aching nipples until your fat boobies stop feeling so sore.

  Then, you dust around the house. You make sure to get every corner, otherwise Mistress Monday will stick a bunch of things inside you, and you’ll make a leaking mess everywhere you go! It’s a good thing Yucca is there to help you clean up after yourself.

  You’re done cleaning by around te morning, and the st of the girls in the sorority are awake by this time. You wave a few of them goodbye from the kitchen as you prepare that day’s batch of cookies. Occasionally Ash joins you, popping your top down and squeezing milk into the batches. When the cookies turns out really good, she rewards you by massaging your pussy with her daddy’s mold, something very precious to her.

  She may look like a punk, but she’s so sweet!

  As the cookies bake, you gather the dirty clothes and wash them. Hazel taught you a neat trick so you don’t mix up everyone’s clothes: sniffing their panties to identify the clothes by smell! Once they’re done drying, you go to the folding table with the special chair Hazel prepared for you. The big, studded rods poke into your holes and massage your quivering insides when you sit on the chair, but it’s the chair at the folding table, so you have to use it. By the time you’re done folding, the cookies are done baking and you pte them.

  You let the cookies cool and spend the rest of the day in css, sadly not in your comfy maid clothes. You struggle to pay attention, but your sorority sisters are more than happy to take notes for you! You get back early enough to welcome the sisters with extracurricurs and take their constricting clothes for them.

  Today, Prudence comes back with a new potential pledge. You take her vest and Yucca leads the new girl to a separate room as Prudence loudly sucks on a popsicle, droplets running down her long neck and into her cleavage.

  Normally, you’d offer to clean her. But she’s not a member of the sisterhood.

  You giggle at yourself, giddy for being a part of this secret club within the sorority. A few weeks ago, Mistress Monday, Andromeda, and Prudence organized a little get-together with a few friends from their csses.

  Just girls, so there’d be no drama.

  As she massaged you while you prepared the punch, Mistress Monday told you to keep an ear out for hints about interesting people. There were a few interesting rumors. Attraction Dragon House being very into fitness, the escating feud at the eastern dorm, goblin girls getting non-goblin boyfriends, and apparently a harpy that used to be part of a cult?

  …You don’t really understand it, but maids don’t need to understand.

  Since then, Sky Phoenix House had a small group of girls create the secret sisterhood. And every now and then, Prudence, Andromeda, or some of the other girls would bring back a prospective pledge and the sisterhood would get a chance to induct them.

  Whatever that means.

  Someone taps you on the shoulder. Hazel leans in close, her hand slipping down your shirt to squeeze and massage your boob. You shiver and distract yourself from an impending mess by leaning in and cleaning the inside of her mouth with your tongue.

  Hazel leans back and grins, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

  “There’s a bit of a mess in Monday’s room. We’re boned if it isn’t taken care of soon. Come clean it up?”

  Of course!

  You follow her back to Monday’s room, passing through the threshold and reeling back as the sounds and smells hit you full force. Monday must have enchanted her room so she wouldn’t bother the rest of the sorority, that’s so thoughtful of her!

  Of the fifty-plus girls in the sorority, about a dozen are part of the sisterhood. They are all in Monday’s room, and the heat must have gotten to them because they’re all naked, sweaty, and massaging each other.

  Three girls are wrapped around each other, moaning loudly as they lick each other clean between their legs. Every now and then, one would tremble and moan loudly. Thankfully, none of them are as messy as you.

  Ash is thrusting her daddy’s mold into another girl’s pussy, who is shoulder to shoulder with another girl that Ash is massaging. The punk elf is smirking as the two girls beneath her clean each other’s mouths between squeals of pleasure.

  “You like that? Loving my daddy’s fat cock, you horny bitches?” She moans as the two girls twist in pleasure, shuddering as she pulls the strap-on massager out and shoves it in the other girl.

  Yucca is holding the new girl up by the thighs, the half-elf’s eyes closed as they clean each other’s mouths. Another pair of girls lick her between the legs, massaging her lower lips enough to have her tremble and arch backwards, making a mess all over them!

  Monday swirls a gss of milk in a wine gss, squeezing her thighs around the head of the girl cleaning her between the legs.

  Goodness, you’ll have a lot to clean up!

  Hazel is already pulling off your clothes. She’s right, it is quite hot. You work best naked anyways! Though, to be sure everyone knows that you’re the maid, you keep your stockings and frilly garter belt on. A maid must respect her uniform! You get on all fours and begin to lick up the messes they made on the hardwood floor, eventually crawling to the massage pile of girls. You lick them between the legs and they disentangle to grope and lick you, too! They giggle as they twist your boobies and milk sprays everywhere. Thankfully, two of them tch onto your boobies and stop the flow as the third cleans your mouth. You hum in their embrace, then let out a muffled squeal when they shove a massage rod inside your back hole!

  It's a good thing that they pass you over to the next group, because they shove a few more massage sticks inside your pussy. You tremble happily as they pepper kisses all over you for holding their massage sticks for them, rubbing their pussies on your hands so you can massage them back.

  You get passed between groups, sharing in the delights of girl-on-girl massaging and cleaning. It’s like a big spa day!

  Gosh, your stockings and garter belt are soiled with juices! And all those massage sticks they shove into you are causing you to leak all over the floor! There’s even a studded indentation on your belly where the rgest stick is poking out.

  Mistress Monday has all of you line up while the new girl, panting and grinning, kneels in front of you. Yucca holds a rge bowl and holds it underneath the girl at the start of the line. Strangely, the newest sisters are at the start of the line, each girl down the line has progressively thicker hips and bigger boobs.

  “Sisters, we are gathered to welcome another wayward soul to the joys of pleasure.” Mistress Monday stands, her perfect breasts swaying as she ties her beautiful red hair back into the four buns. “Our newest sister may not be part of the Life Phoenix House yet, but we are already bound to her through a shared love…”

  Hazel and Ash get behind the girl at the front of the line, massaging her body until she moans and squirts out a mess into the bowl.

  “We baptize her in the juices of our love.” Mistress Monday kneels next to the new girl kissing her on the cheek and slowly rubbing her between her legs.

  Hazel rubs her forearm between the legs of the next girl as Ash smugly massages her boobs. It almost looks like her jiggling breasts are getting bigger! Hazel kisses her on the butt and pulls her arm back quickly, causing the girl to moan loudly and make a mess in the bowl.

  “Because you crave cock. You want to suck dick. You want to get fucked. You want stuff your pussies with cum. You want to eat pussy. You want to experience ecstasy!”

  The rest of the girls are massaging themselves between the legs, Ash and Hazel helping them along in time for Yucca to catch their messes in the big bowl. Finally, they get to you.

  Your poor pussy is constantly leaking, all the massagers inside you squeezing tighter together as you watch everyone experience the pleasures of the massages. Ash rests her head on your shoulder, her fingers digging deep into your back hole and slowly pulling out the first massager. Your leg twitches and your eyes roll back, a sprinkle of milk arcing into the bowl. The new girl’s eyes widen as they pull massager after massager out of you, the bowl filling with more messy juices than all the other girls combined.

  “Soon, Life Phoenix house will throw a party.” Mistress Monday says through your blur of pleasure. “I want each of you to find a different guy; a boyfriend you can share. With what you’ve learned and our help, we can easily capture their hearts…and more.”

  When the st massage stick comes out, Ash cleans your mouth as Hazel quickly massages you between the legs, like she’s strumming a guitar. The rge bowl fills to the brim as you moan loudly in Ash’s mouth, and when the girls are done, you colpse to your knees and bask in the hazy afterglow of a great massage.

  You watch through tired eyes as the new girl takes the bowl and Mistress Monday helps tilt the bowl so she can gulp the messy mixture down.

  “Welcome to the sisterhood.”

  By the stars, group massage sessions can be messy…but you love them so much.

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