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"But that doesn't make any sense. I can't touch males, y-you know two that, you said you read the newsletter!"

"That's true, You read about what happened to those stallions Tami used on her right Shel?"

"Then why not the spoiled palace bitch over here? Look, she's got a pair of cocks to make any male orc rage with jealousy, two of em' even."

Glasha shrugged. "If I had to guess it's probably because she's a chameleokin."

Fey gave her a blank look.

"Well, not that she's a chameleokin specifically, but that she's a hermaphrodite. The brat heres a fertile herm and all chameleokin females are herm."

"I still don't understand. Why should that matter?"

Ryoka snorted.

"'Fertile'. What a joke. And it's Ryoka. Learn to watch your mouth."

Her hand dropped down to just below her navel. She held her hand there for a moment and then a flash of gold light came from beneath her fingers.

Something materialised in her other held up hand, something round.

Ryoka held the thing up. It was a ghostly gold sphere about the size of an apple, one engraved with a heart.

"All chameleokin females have one of these inserted at puberty. It's a magic so powerful you couldn't even begin to understand let alone comprehend it."

Fey eyed the thing. It was true that the semi transparent object seemed to radiate a certain power, a slight heat haze drifting from its surface and the light it reflected split rainbow chromatic at the edges. It was clearly a depiction of a very powerful Artefact inside her body.

"...Why do you have that inside of you?"

Ryoka rolled her eyes. "Isn't it obvious? All chameleokin females are hermaphrodites, virile hermaphrodites, meaning we can get each other pregnant with ease. If this didn't exist then male chameleokins would be bred out of existence in a generation or two. Even with this you will catch married chameleokin girls spending nights together, or forming female only sex clubs."

"Uh, why?"

Ryoka held up her pinky then curled it so it was half its length, a nub. "The males are a tad lacking. I wasn't kidding about the one or two generations thing."

"That's- but you didn't have a choice? They just put that in you?"

"Well yeah, gotta prove the product works on your own species before you can sell it to other species with the same issue. Chameleokin merchant kings aren't incredibly wealthy for nothing. Every species with a herm problem like ours spends vast amounts of money on our permanent and indestructible anti-breeders."

Glasha nodded. "Every year a few orc girls are born with a herm cock. S'why I know what those golden things are, wouldn't be the first batch orcs have bought. You won't hear about it, but pretty much every fertile herm of any species has one of those golden ball things in them Fey, and it sounds like it's powerful enough to block whatever it is you do to guys when you touch them yes?."

"I think I understand, b-but still I don't trust it! what if it doesn't work and accidents happen!"

Ryoka rolled her eyes, stepped forward, and slapped her cocks against Fey's leg, then rubbed them up and down against her, crouching and crouching in a slightly ridiculous way.

Fey looked down horrified at the sight.

But then, after a moment, nothing happened, and nothing continued to happen.

"See, nothing. Nobody can take anything from me anyway, even without this stupid anti-breeder thing in me you wouldn't get a thing from me, I'm too strong."

"Uhm I see. Could you maybe take your penises off my leg please?"

"Tch. whatever." Ryoka stepped back, her cocks waving madly. "Anyway this proves you're the liar, you totally took advantage of me at the palace and cheated when I wasn't ready, it wasn't a real competition, it was a fake one."

The teenager strode over to the two maids who were just sitting up on the ground. She grabbed hold of one and dragged her along the marble before picking her up and slamming her down on the dining table. The two orcs made alarmed noises as the plates rattled and their drinks sloshed.

Ryoka ignored them and hiked up the maids skirt revealing her clearly Fey made gape.

"Tarra is still sulking after the boss drained us so I had to get some stand-ins for her which we can compete over. It will be simple, yeah? We fuck these two maids and whoever they both prefer wins. Phobe for me Olivia for you."

The other maid, a squirrelkin with long aubrun hair, looked up at Fey, a hungry light appearing in her eyes as her fluffy tail wagged behind her.

"Get to it Olivia. Look, she isn't even hard."

Fey backed away hesitantly just as the squirrelkin pounced, launching herself beneath her barrel.

"I-I d-don't want to join your competition, sorry but it's not for me!"

Her words wobbled as she felt the squirrelkin below her barrel bury her face in her wrinkled sheath, the thing easily as big as the girl's head, the red lipstick she wore already making kiss shaped prints on the thing.

Olivia moaned as the overwhelming concentrated musk struck her nose, her tail flagging up with arousal and lifting her skirt, revealing her open gape to the audience of dining maids watching with interest while they ate.

She pressed her face into the folded flesh, her eyes fluttering as she drew in air. Already rivulets of her juices were rolling down her stockings, her gape moving as her pussy fluttered, excited that Fey was near.

Unfortunately for Olivia no matter how much she licked and kissed and nibbled and sucked, Fey's cock seemed determined to remain flaccid and sheathed.

The squirrelkin quickly became frustrated with the lack of the response, really, not even slobbering on the centaur's balls produced a reaction!

She drew back and brushed aside the hair that had fallen across her face and looked up at the enormous centaur.

"D-do you not want me?" her lower lip wobbled.

Fey sighed. "It's not that, I'm just… a little...spent."

"Hah! How pathetic!"

Fey's eyes were drawn to Ryoka, the teenager was between Phobe's thighs, a twenty four inch cock held in each of her small hands.

She turned to the bunnykin maid and flipped up her skirt exposing her cavernous gape. Fey's body twitched at the sight. She was one of hers. What did Ryoka intend to do with her maid?

She watched in a kind of disbelief as Ryoka slipped one then both of her cocks into the girls gape, the size of them so large that she managed to barely touch the sides, although they still flopped down, not quite filling enough.

An audible growl came from her balls as she watched. Something deep and dark stirring to life within her, something protective of her girl, possessive.

Olivia who was busily mouthing the tip of her sheath cried out in alarm as flesh suddenly started to spill into her, pushing past her teeth, rapidly expanding flesh. Already her tongue was squished flat as more and more horse cock swelled into her, stretching her lips into a tight o shape, then larger, growing from an o to and O as she was spread around the unstoppable thing.

She scrabbled madly at the base of the cock as it grew into her throat, distending her neck obscenely, the size of the bulge in her neck thicker than her neck itself.

The bulge kept on, rolling down into her chest, into her stomach, part of the knobbled tip seen silhouetted in her belly.

The maid began to rise, impaled on cock, her teeth indenting the surface, her stockinged legs kicking frantically at the air as she clawed and scratched at the massive surface, crying out in distress.

Fey lent down and reached between her front legs. The maid's shoeless stocking clad legs flailed past, kicking at her forelegs, she grabbed for them but the sheer panic of the squirrelkin girl made her miss, her fingers slipping off her feet.

"Stay still for a sec!"

The maid maybe slowed a little if at all, but Fey saw her chance and grabbed.

Her hands wrapped around the probably suffocating maid's ankles and she hauled her forward.

Her mouth slooorped back in tugs, each yank on her ankles pulling ten inches of cock from her mouth, and each pause was marked by a bright ring of red lipstick printed on Fey's cock.

At last the maid came free with a wet gasp and was left dangling from her feet as fey held her up in the air.

The maid was a mess, and she looked up at Fey guiltily, unable to stop a small precummy burp escaping as a mix of drool and precum spilled from her mouth and spattered on the marble below.

"You need to be more careful if you're not experienced with oral."

"S-sorry!"

She turned the maid over in her hands, holding her up by the hips and looking her over.

Fey felt, well, not dried up anymore, that was for sure. The sight of one of her girls being fucked had stirred the engine of her body to life. It apparently didn't understand that the chameleokin was infertile and just saw an attempt to breed one of its brood mares.

Ryoka's thrusting into Phobe hadn't stopped and Fey found her blood starting to heat, watching as those two huge cocks slopped and flopped around in the maid's gape.

Ryoka wanted a competition? Fine. Even at her weakest she could destroy pussy better than this upstart teenager.

Olivia found herself being slammed down on the table, her skirt flipped up as her legs were spread. Then a great shadow fell over as Fey lifted her upper body up onto the table, her powerful front legs coming down either side of her head.

Olivia gulped as the mass of horse cock slapped down on her front, the head pressing down on her breasts and her squirrel tail curled up between Fey's thighs, fluttering fearfully against her horse balls.

"Y-You don't have that lock on the base of your p-penis this time?" said Olivia, leaning her head back to look up at Fey.

"Ah, I don't, uhm, s-sorry but I might fill you, erm, a lot more than last time. I think my pre fills girls more than what you probably got at the palace, and neither are like when I really cum."

If words could be candy the squirrelkin looked like she'd just arrived in the candyshop of her dreams. Her eyes sparkled up at Fey, her imagination teasing wild imagery.

"B-breed me Fey, I want your babies! I want all of your babies! Make me so freaking big with your cum that I can't move! Make me like Lady Alexandria!"

"Kinda not gonna happen after what I've been through recently," muttered Fey under her breath, then louder, "I'll try my best?"

The squirrelkin wriggled in anticipation, hugging the enormous cock with thighs and arms and kissing the tip, adding more lipstick kisses to its surface.

"Take care of me Fey," she moaned as she lapped at the urethra.

"Uhm, s-sure."

Shel stood and lifted a mug.

"On my word we will begin this grand maid fucking competition and the winner will be crowned, uh." She turned to her side. "Hey Glasha, what the hell are they fighting for?"

"Obviously to see who is more dominant and the superior breeder. The winner takes all nearby females for their harem."