Chapter 4: Aside
King Thorm's chambers radiated with an aura of decadence, fit for a man who had spent a lifetime indulging in the finest luxuries. The walls, embellished with lavish tapestries depicting scenes of a royal past, bore mute witness to the King's uninhibited love for the female form. Flanking the throne were busts of women of unparalleled beauty, their exaggerated endowments proudly displayed for all to see.
Vault , the leader of the new "Cuntry," stood tall and imposing, his beard as dark as his piercing brown eyes. He was a man of charisma and intelligence, but his deep obsession with women's bodies was evident in every line of his muscular frame.
"King Thorm," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I have come to offer my gratitude, I have finally claimed my rightful place as the leader of the new Cuntry. Only thanks to your help." Vault smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent a shiver down Lute's spine.
"You know, King Thorm, I've always admired your... tastes. The way you've built this kingdom, it's a testament to a man's right to indulge in the pleasures of the flesh. And I must say, your daughter is quite the prize. I've heard whispers of her beauty, her... assets."
King Thorm chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that filled the room. "Ah, Vault, always so eager to sample the finest fruits. Lorelia is indeed a rare gem. But she's still untouched, unenhanced. I've been saving her for someone... special."
Vault's eyes gleamed with interest.
"Untouched, you say? Now that's a challenge I can't resist. I've always been one to appreciate a woman's natural assets, but there's something about breaking in a fresh pair of tits that gets my blood pumping."
King Thorm chuckled, "I thought you might say that. But remember, Vault, she's my daughter. You treat her with respect, or you'll answer to me."
Vault held up his hands in mock surrender. "Of course, Your Majesty. I wouldn't dream of disrespecting your daughter. I just want to help her... bloom."
Lute watched the exchange, his stomach churning with a mix of excitement and unease.
The way Vault spoke about Princess Lorelia, as if she were a piece of meat to be consumed, made his skin crawl. Yet, there was a part of him that couldn't deny the thrill of the challenge. To be the one to 'break in' a fresh pair of tits, as Vault so crudely put it, was a temptation he hadn't expected to face.
King Thorm, seemingly oblivious to Lute's discomfort, clapped his hands together. "Excellent! Then it's settled. Lute, you will be the one to anoint Lorelia's new assets. Vault, you will be her first... tester."
Lute's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest.
"All characters are over the age of 18."