Chapter 74 (Patreon)

Previously on Centaurus: Fey squeezes through a scrap of dragon silk and pops out into the audience chamber of Queen Amalia in the middle of meeting her nobility. The Queen hurries Fey out and attempts to help her with her heat, but quickly discovers that the most she can hope for is to keep Fey's heat under wraps. She decides to push on with her own plans to draw certain nobles to her side with Fey's help, hoping to avoid a coup that is simmering below the surface.

Fey is happy to help and ends up with Duchess Beatrice bent over a table. Unfortunately, the Duke returns just as they are in the middle of things. The dress Fey is wearing hides what is happening from view, but as the guards come to arrest her, she releases into the Duchess. In a moment of panic, she realises she needs to escape the suite before the Duchess becomes too large and traps her. She flees from the room even as the Duchess swells in size, but is too slow. Fortunately, the head maid Daisy appears and leads her into a hidden cargo elevator. She is sent down into the earth and pops out in the maids' private dairy even as she finishes in the Duchess. Fey is left alone with hundreds of confused maids staring at her.

Now, Chapter 74:

Queen Amalia straightened her clothing and coughed politely into her fist as the Duke laboriously climbed to his feet, wiping away a peculiar white substance from his shirt as he did so.

He glanced at her irritably, as if only just remembering that the Queen was there.

Amalia couldn't entirely blame him for that. He had been mowed down by her fleeing guest with some kind of large soft thing under her dress. She was pretty sure Marcus hadn't the slightest clue about what had actually happened, or that Duchess Beatrice had been the one beneath Fey. If he did, he would certainly have held his tongue instead of bad mouthing his wife as 'stupid and thickheaded'.

His ignorance didn't prevent the Duke from being intensely angered after being run down by Fey of course, a person he considered a deformed centaur peasant at best.

He slammed his sword into the sheath at his side, the thing driven home with a severe clack before he stormed up to her, his expression darkening by the moment, eyes ablaze with fury.

"Just what in the hell do you think you are playing at Amalia? Did you bring that thing here  to pull some kind of prank?" He paused. "Are you trying to tarnish my name with the others?"

He looked around suspiciously, as if half expecting to see a gaggle of chuckling nobility emerge from a hidden door.

He hadn't understood, which was understandable given that few, if any, would grasp what Fey was capable of if they didn't see it for themselves. There was zero comprehension that the Duchess had been experiencing life-changing sex mere feet away. Not that the duke had a leg to stand on had he known. Amalia had refrained from mentioning to Duchess Beatrice that the number one noble seen most often leaving the seedier district in town was Duke Marcus. Part of the reason he had been neglecting her heat was simply that he spent himself indulging in endless debauchery at the interspecies brothels.

She grinned inwardly. His loss. The Duchess had impressive social reach. Now that she was on her side, it would be that much more difficult for the Duke to dethrone her.

She would not be dethroned. She had earned her position through a youth marked with steel and violence, and she would be damned if these entitled noble brats would take it all away from her.

"You do well enough making yourself look like shit, Marcus, without need of my help."

The Duke tried to reply, hearing that, but choked on his tongue, making a spluttering sound as his face grew redder and redder, failing to articulate his outrage. He drew back a hand, fully intending to slap the Queen.

Amalia pursed her lips. He would never have considered doing such an action had there been other nobility around, but they were alone. He knew as well as she that any mark he left she would cover up herself simply to avoid any appearance of weakness. He thought he could get away with it, and he was right, he could.

Except they were only truly alone in the Duke's eyes, as he, like many of the noble class, had a certain blindness to the help.

In an audible rush of shifting cloth, a maid quick-stepped around Amalia, a razor-sharp rapier flickering from within her dress up and against the Duke's neck.

The steel glittered in the light, a fat rivulet of blood crawling down the Duke's throat as the absurdly sharp blade was held against skin.

What the Duke hadn't realised was that the issue of appearance worked both ways. A few cuts here and there, and he would endeavour to heal or hide them himself to save face.

The Duke froze, his hand stuck in mid-trajectory to slap her across the face. He paled with fear, and his eyes widened.

For a moment, Amalia considered having him sliced to ribbons, but then this wasn't the old days. Escalating into backroom violence was a culture that she had forcefully stamped out amongst the nobility. There was a reason so many had begged her of all her sisters to take the throne, so it would be beneath her to be the one to reintroduce it.

She gestured lightly, and the maid flicked the blade away, the thing disappearing beneath her dress in a second, as if it had never existed.

"I'm sure I just imagined that you were about to strike me, Marcus. That couldn't possibly have been the case."

The Duke rubbed at his neck, suddenly very conscious of his mortality. The anger was still there, of course, but it had cooled, becoming more calculated. She wasn't the only one who wished to avoid seeing a return to the past. Once calm, he would keep to the more 'civilised' social backstabbing rather than literal backstabbing.

"Never, I was merely about to brush some dust from your shoulder, my Queen. A simple misunderstanding. No matter."

Amalia nodded respectfully, the modern rules of the aristocracy like a physical thing in the air, binding them to social norms.

"Ah, clearly… Now, if you don't mind, I have to go find my guest before she gets into any more trouble. Good day."

With a nod of her head she confidently strode past the Duke.

Marcus didn't reply but watched her go, his eyes narrowed.

Whatever plan he had in the works, Amalia was sure he would be working furiously on it the moment she left.

Which meant that it was all the more important that she shore up her allies.

Which meant she needed the excellent persuasive power of Fey.

She glanced around as she left the suite and entered back into the palace proper. No Fey. Which was a slight problem as she had no idea where the horny centaur had scampered off to.

"Do we know where she went? She can't have gotten far with such a weight beneath her, surely…" she murmured.

The maid with the rapier shook her head. "I'm not sure, my Queen. There was so much happening that we lost track of her in the chaos, Daisy too."

Amalia let out an exasperated sigh. "She may have gone in the direction of my rooms I suppose. Come, we have a centaur to hunt down."

Except, it turned out to Amalia's annoyance that Fey hadn't returned to her rooms and hadn't been seen by any of the maids she came across. An increasingly frustrated Queen was left wondering how on earth a ten-foot-tall centaur with not one but two five-foot dicks managed to vanish into thin air. The dragon silk? No, she still had it on her person, Fey was still in the palace, somewhere…

It was as Amalia was trying to imagine some kind of stealth Fey tip-toeing around the palace that a bedraggled maid stumbled from a side door, her belly bloated with cum and her legs shaking like leaves.

"Sh-She's down in the D-Dairy!"

"Dairy?"

"Y-Yes, the M-Maid's dairy!"

Amalia blinked. Maid's dairy? Apparently, she had a few blind spots remaining with the help herself. She'd never heard of such a thing, but it made logical sense, cowkins needed frequent milking throughout the day so the palace's army of maids must go somewhere to see to their needs.

She snapped her fingers, drawing the attention of her entourage.

"Take me there immediately."

The maids darted to the side, pulling aside an oil painting of an ancient cowkin lord and revealing a set of stairs that descended down into the earth.

She frowned as a humid haze of something escaped from it for a moment, the scent catching her nose. It smelled… intense, and caused a moment of shivery hesitation.

But she needed that centaur, dammit!

Without preamble, she strode forward and began descending the stairs into the darkness and gloom, down into the depths of the earth beneath the palace where the maids kept their private facilities away from the nobility.

As they descended deeper, the air became thick with mist, a hot, humid mist, that stank and reeked of raw sex and heavy breeding.

The maids behind her panted and gasped as they became increasingly agitated by the smell. Amalia was hardly immune, and wet darkened her leggings as it rolled down her inner legs and pooled in her shoes.

She wiped sweat from her brow. "Gods, this air is driving me to distraction!" Not that the distraction hadn't already been there, stopping herself from dragging Fey into her bed and having her way with her the moment she had lain eyes on the centaur had been an act of monumental self-control, but this was simply on another level.

If they were going to make it down without breaking out into spontaneous masturbation something needed to be done.

With a Queenly command, strips of fine cloth were produced, and the Queen and her entourage covered their mouths and noses.

Much better.

With that, they continued their descent into the darkness, the fog getting thicker and heavier as they got deeper and deeper until, finally, the steps ended, and Amalia found herself stepping free into a cavern.

Or at least she assumed it was a cavern, the fog was so thick that it was hard to see more than a few meters. She estimated they must be somewhere above the deeper milk silos. Apparently the ancestors had seen fit to carve out a cave for their servants' convenience.

A chorus of soft moaning filled the air, and Amalia looked around wide-eyed. Huge carriage-sized bellies full of cum emerged from the mist, girls splayed on top or trapped underneath their own cum-filled wombs, gaping stretched open pussies quivering as steaming cum oozed down their bellies and pooled on the floor. They were even piled on top of each other, girls discarded as though by a great beast with a voracious appetite.

So many.

There were just so many! What the heck!

A hand waved for their attention before the owner heaved down on her belly. A thigh thick hose of white gushed from her gaped puss and sprayed down the girl next to her, burying her in thick cummy sludge.

With difficulty, a now mostly empty Daisy the head maid climbed to her feet, legs shaking violently as she hugged her distended belly, knees turned inward as she continued to drain all over the floor.

"M-My Queen. I got her out, but there were some… problems."

"Where is she?"

Daisy raised a shaky hand, pointing to where the cumbellies seemed to be larger and piled higher than any before.

Amalia frowned and continued on, gingerly rounding a pile of cum bellies piled up in a mountain that disappeared into the mists above.

Something was ahead.

A wail echoed through the cavern and the muffled squelching sound of massive quantities of cum being ejaculated into pussy. Fey's aggressive grunting could be heard with each thrust, thighs and balls slap-slapping against a belly she was using to pin two maids in place as she filled them with breeding batter.

Amalia watched wide eyed. The motions of the enormous centaur could just be seen in the gloom and mist. She-stallion muscle flexing and heaving as Fey slammed home over and over, each thrust dumping ungodly loads into the howling maids beneath her. Apparently she had shed her dress somewhere along the way as she was fully in the nude.

Fey almost appeared feral as she relentlessly pumped the maids. Her balls were more than twice the size when Amalia had last seen them, easily twice the size of prize pumpkins. The things tensed and jumped, the dark vein-patterned surface clenching down viciously as rivers of hyper-virulent sperm were pumped into maid puss.

"What the fuck…" breathed Amalia.

Maybe she hadn't been taking this heat of Fey's seriously. There must have been hundreds of cum bloated maids here, scattered and piled up around the centaur in mounds as she finished up breeding and mating the latest pair.

A long obscene slurping sound filled the air as Fey eased back, her glistening wet twin spires pulling from inflamed red pussy until, with a loud gush of cum, they pulled free, still as diamond hard as ever and possibly even more vascular.

For the first time Amalia felt a little nervous, more than a little nervous. Just what was this centaur capable of? Part of her wanted to find out for herself, to throw herself upon the incredibly attractive centaur and feel once more what real sex felt like, only this time soooo much more as there was just soooo much more Fey to experience. Just what could she do to her as she was now?

The thought made her shiver and lick her lips, a wash of her juices rolling down her inner thighs as her imagination ran wild.

Just a day or two down here in the warm dark, allowing herself to descend into the ultimate debauchery, taking ever more of Fey's sperm into her ravenous womb. Surely Fey would have a limit to her heat, surely? …Surely?

Or maybe not. Despite Fey breeding so many she looked hornier than ever!

"You are supposed to want less sex, not more after all this!" Amalia muttered under her breath.

She had things to do damn it! Spending god knows how long trying to find the end of Fey's monumental heat just wasn't practical!

Thus as much as she just wanted to strip naked then and there and throw herself onto this centaur goddess who handed out the only truly primal orgasms in the world, she simply could not. So instead, she exerted her Queenly will and turned to her entourage, who, to her dismay, were literally pulling their clothes off.

"Hey, stop that! We have things to do! No centaur sex!"

A collective groan of dismay came from her entourage, but she held firm and stomped forward.

Fey came into full view from the dark. Big. Physically dominating. Like some kind of primordial centaur that had stepped from the mists of ancient times. Her sweat slick stallion body rippled with muscle as she turned, her rust red coat catching the eye, already seeking the next maid to breed.

It took Fey a moment to register that someone was standing by her with hands on hips. Then, a moment longer to realise she wasn't a maid eager to throw herself upon her. There was a little confusion in her eyes as she looked over Amala's unique triple set of breasts.

She grunted darkly in unspoken question. 'Breed?'

"Dammit Fey, I know you haven't forgotten words. When I said you could have access to any maid who wanted it I didn't expect you to act like a fox in a damn henhouse. Just look at this place!"

Fey blinked slowly, then seemed to come back to herself a little. She glanced around, her brow rising, seeing the piles of cum-filled maids in every direction, a chorus of moaning and soft pleads for more filling the air.

"Uh!"

"Uh?"

"Uh- I didn't, there was— it was an accident!" cried Fey. "I didn't mean to… It's just the heat, and they were so curious!"

"Hrmm. I bet they were," frowned Amalia. No doubt word about Fey had spread through the maids like a supercharged wildfire. It was hardly as if it were just the nobles who took advantage of the interspecies brothels on their downtime. Cowkins, like many species, treated that kind of thing as a form of casual no-strings-attached pleasure, so the promise of what Fey could deliver was just utterly mouth watering to most women who heard of her.

"I would ask a little self-control next time, but judging by how you look somehow even more in heat than before I don't see that happening. Still, it's time to leave. This air is hardly doing you any good."

She reached out and grasped Fey's hip, pulling her away from the limp maids left in her wake. Fey followed meekly, her cheeks bright red with embarrassment… or perhaps that was the warmth of the cavern. It really was very warm in the confined space.

She led the horny centaur back through the piles of cum bellies.

As she did so she couldn't help but keep glancing to the side. The tips of the two monstrous horse cocks peeked from between Fey's front legs, occasionally catching as she walked. Each dinner plate-wide tip dripped pre-cum as they thumped up and down against Fey's barrel.

Fey whimpered in distress.

Amalia sighed. Even this long without being inside of someone was too much for her? Really?!

With a commanding flick of her hand, two of her entourage leapt onto Fey and eagerly drove themselves onto her dicks. Their already stretched-out pussies eagerly stretching once more to take Fey's enormities. Relatively modest cum bellies wobbled and sloshed as they sheathed themselves, the lower maid's belly dangling as the upper rested on the lower maids' back.

Fey breathed a sigh of relief.

Things went a lot more smoothly after that.

Amalia's alliance building plan was still on, sort of. But it was a problem that Fey was creating ejaculations of such size that, even when being syphoned away, they still filled girls to carriage-size. Clearly there was a need for additional syphoning.

So with Daisy's guidance they were taken to a cargo elevator. An elevator that led not to the Duke and Duchess's suite, or to Amalia's, but to her older sister's. Princess Magnolia was the owner of this palace she had taken up residence in while the Royal Palace was being repaired, and so had the most extensive set of rooms.

Getting out was a little difficult as Fey began to unload into the maids halfway up, filling the elevator to the walls. But after a struggle, they managed to pop free, leaving the immensely satisfied girls to block the elevator in their wake.

Without a moment to lose, they rushed Fey into Princess Magnolia's suite only to find… nothing, no princess, not anywhere, not even in her bedroom.

"For God's sake, the one time I need her," groaned Amalia with a hand over her eyes.

"My Queen?" said a maid dressed in yellow and black, one of the princess's entourage.

Amalia peeked between her fingers, registering the clothing.

"Where is my sister? Quickly now," she said as Fey jettisoned a gallon of precum across the bed behind.

"Princess Magnolia is in town with her tea circle, uhm—"

That tea circle was the target of her plan. Princess Magnolia had a number of the nobility in it who were on the fence about her rule, perfect to bring to her side. The town wasn't far; they could still be reached, that is if Fey didn't expire before then.

"Fine, fine, and where is Magnolia's Royal milking nozzles? Get them for me! Run!"

A panicked maid sprinted across the room, tearing away a cloth hiding a great steel chest beneath, a copy of the milking machine in Amalia's rooms. Without preamble, the six milking nozzles were linked to a trembling, panting Fey.

"N-Need…!" groaned Fey.

A quick test was in order and Amalia snapped her fingers.

"Relieve her."

The entire entourage rushed forward to Amalia's exasperation, but it wasn't long before they were heaving each other back and forth even as Fey humped the air, and then not soon after came the muffled sound of Fey ejaculating with a pleasured and very relieved sigh.

Amalia watched with alarm as the two maids bloated with seed and the milking nozzles magically expanded in capacity, becoming thigh-sized things as they rested on the bed, the enchantments on them going into overdrive to meet Fey's capacity.

The more concerning part was, of course, the rubber pipes, which expanded and stretched around a river of white, becoming many times their normal diameter as seed roared through the lashing hoses into the milking machine and then into the palace milking network.

The ground vibrated, and chunks of plaster rained down from the ceiling as the rubber pipes within the walls surged in size, cracks running from floor to ceiling.

"My God, I really don't want to imagine what state you have left my bedroom in," muttered Amalia. This was with not one but two sets of Royal capacity milking nozzles being used on Fey at the same time, yet still the maids' bellies expanded as the nozzles failed to syphon away all of the seed!

Just how freaking productive was this goddamn centaur!?

Clearly, the answer to this problem was more, more nozzles, and so she had Fey taken from her older sister's suite to her younger sister Clover's suite and finally to her youngest sister Snowdrop's suite, making use of the entire royal family's equipment and doubling the number of milking sets from two to four. Fey was now linked with all three princess's milking apparatuses and Amalia's own.

She watched with satisfaction as the latest pair of maids swelled merely to six months pregnant in size, almost all seed syphoned away before it could reach their wombs.

"Much better."

Fey nodded agreeably, remembering her panic with the Duchess. "Not worrying about being trapped on top of anyone is, ahem, quite nice."

"Precisely, which is why we shall be going to find my wayward sisters in town. Really, I do wish they hadn't picked now of all times for this, but it can't be helped. With the dress, you won't be remarked upon… aside from your, uh, height."

As the nozzles had been seen to, a number of maids had been set to unruffling Fey's discarded dress and using cleaning potions to rid the thing of any stains. It looked as fresh as when it had been created once Fey was clothed once again, and completely hid the fact that a half dozen maids were beneath it busily trying to milk her dicks.

Fey tilted her head in question.

"And you?"

Amalia paused. That was a point. As Queen she was hardly going to be inconspicuous in town, which was a problem as she intended to find her sisters and their noble friends away from public attention and then have Fey fuck the nobles into a sloppy mess. Crowds of ogling townsfolk could trip that plan up.

A few commands later and her entourage was helping her put on a large brown cloak, the very peak of inconspicuousness, sort of. Having a triple set of breasts would mark her as being of royal blood to any citizen with two brain cells to rub together, but with some artful draping the cloak hung from her top set of breasts, hiding the lower two sets from view. Not perfect, but it would do.

She nodded to herself, pleased.

Fey groaned and unloaded into a maid already filled twice before. The maid's belly barely grew larger. The maid didn't seem to mind the lack of batter too much, getting dicked by Fey so many times in quick succession was very hard to complain about.

They were prepared to execute the plan and with that, they moved out, exiting the palace through a side door and onto a cobblestone path that meandered down the grassy rise that her sister's palace sat upon. Like that the group made their way down to the town even as maids worked like industrious bees beneath Fey's skirt to keep her heat in check.

The distance wouldn't matter for the milking nozzles linked to Fey as the entire micro-nation was within their reach, the nation being only a valley, although Amalia did note with a frown that the maids crawling from beneath Fey's skirt were becoming increasingly rotund. It wasn't that the milking was weakening, but Fey's output was slowly rising.

It was almost as if Fey's body understood that only a fraction of her sperm was reaching the maids' wombs and it was trying to compensate by ejaculating more and more.

Fey herself was quite content with the situation it seemed, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she gently trotted down the sloping path, the snow white of her dress flitting around her hooves, her eyes round with awe as she looked upon the town.

It was an impressive town, really, which was kind of to be expected from centuries of dairy based income. Every building was an architectural master work, such that it was possible to imagine everyone who lived in the town was a noble themselves.

Not to be outdone by the "peasantry," the nobility of course had to overcompensate, hence the scattering of palaces around the town, and the vast sprawling royal palace in the distance, half melted by dragon fire. In the town itself were a scattering of overbuilt noble mansions that loomed over their adjacent streets.

The town was a paradise, beautiful and wealthy. Everywhere Fey looked there were meticulously maintained and colourful, well-kept buildings, the peak of "charming," only matched by the cowkins themselves who strolled through it wearing bright and well tailored clothing. She couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by it all. Amalia clearly ran a very successful queendom.

Ellaria's plan to sell the band's milk suddenly made infinitely more sense to Fey.

But as Fey entered the town, a rising sense of worry started to build within her. The entourage had been doing its enthusiastic best to keep her heat down, but that also meant that they were slowly becoming fuller and fuller, the most cum-filled of them was waddling along with her belly down to her knees and would soon be too heavy to move on her own. It was clear that Fey's sexual appetite was going to be difficult to satisfy without a steady stream of maids, yet maids were by nature finite as a resource. She was already starting to feel the familiar heat building up within her, a sign that her body was trying to overcome the syphoning, resentful of the loss of seed before it could reach wombs.

Her balls growled and swelled, the already enormously engorged things nearing the diameter of cartwheels and radiating a shocking amount of heat as they lifted out the back of her dress, the cloth draping over the obscenely rotund shapes. Not that the weight bothered her or impeded her in any way at her size and strength, although it was a strange sensation to feel them rocking and sloshing across the backs of her thighs at such size as she trotted.

Fey nibbled her lip nervously as they made their way through the town.

"Uhm, Amalia, I don't think we're going to make it."

"Hmm?" said Amalia. It took her a moment to realise that her entourage wasn't quite as populous as it had been when they had left the palace. In fact, as she watched, a maid crawled from beneath Fey's dress and found she could no longer stand no matter how she heaved at her belly. Further back down the street she could see maids slumped against walls, too filled with seed to move under their own power.

They were about to run out of maids.

Amalia pursed her lips. Keeping Fey's heat under control was proving to be a difficult problem.

"Ah, my Queen, if I may suggest taking a momentary break at my family home, I'm… certain my sisters would be extremely happy to help Fey here while she is in need, just while we call for some fresh palace maids," spoke up Daisy as she struggled to hold up her sagging cum belly.

Amalia glanced at her head maid. "Your sisters?"

"Yes, they all work as maids of the nobility, it's the family trade. Word spread outside the palace as many returned to town for lunch, many of them still full of the centaur's, uh, stuff, and giving glowing reviews of the experience to everyone who would listen, so I know they know, and I know that they would love to help, a lot."

"Hmm. Unorthodox, but I suppose it will do. Very well. We shall make a short stop to keep Fey's heat in check while we are resupplied with maids."

Daisy nodded enthusiastically and, taking Fey's hand, pulled her aside and into a side alley. A few turns left and right, and they came out under the shadow of one of the enormous noble mansions, casting the modest, although still well-built, home of Daisy behind it in shadow.

A few raps at the door, and a teenager dressed in a floral pattern maid's uniform answered, her blonde bouncy hair draped around her shoulders. In appearance she was a match to Daisy, with broad hips and impressive chest. Definitely family.

She blinked at the incognito queen in a brown cloak, and then her mouth flopped open as she looked up to find Fey.

"Hi," said Fey.

The floral maid let out a squeak then turned on her heel and disappeared into the house.

Daisy sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't mind my silly saughter, come, come," she said, gesturing for the Queen and Fey to follow.

Amalia strode confidently inside, and after a hesitant moment, Fey followed, having to duck down to fit below the doorframe as she squeezed her horse body through, a crunching cracking coming from the doorframe as it bent around her.

Inside, she had to lean down awkwardly, her shoulders pressing against the ceiling. An ordinary house was starting to feel genuinely claustrophobic to her, more so in her Gear 2 form.

The floorboards groaned as they took her weight, bending down beneath her hooves worryingly. She accidentally crushed a coat stand against the wall with her flank and knocked several paintings from their hooks.

She blushed with embarrassment. Palaces and mansions would soon be all she could reasonably fit inside of if she grew much larger.

Heck, if she wasn't so damn horny, she would have thought twice before trying to fit inside this house! But the siren song of fresh pussy drew her on until she came to the living room, squeezing down and breaking the door frame around her as she pushed through.

She blinked as she found what appeared to be a gaggle of maids inside, all looking up at her with amazement. Daisy hadn't been kidding about coming from a family of them; it seemed she lived with her sisters and their daughters, a dozen girls in total.

Fey felt her heart rate spike as she looked down at the awed maids, her cocks throbbing as she ejaculated into the two currently below her dress.

…She was sure she was getting a thing for maids, and was fairly certain that even the sight of a maid would massively arouse her in the future.

But in the here and now the maids were the only thing keeping her heat from blowing up, so she had little choice in the matter.

It didn't take much explaining, and the impatient maids hurried Daisy's speech along until, by the end, they were practically hopping on the spot until one of the teenagers lunged forward, grabbing Fey's dress and thrusting it up.

The trapped air beneath rolled out, and the teenager squealed, squirting and spraying fluids from beneath her dress as the built-up and compounded smell hit her like a brick wall.

"Oh my god!" she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

"Control yourself. Look what a mess you've made!" scolded Daisy.

"That's easy for you to say; you've done as you like with her. What about me?"

"You'll get your turn. Now wait- I said Wait! Hey stop!"

But the others ignored her, swarming beneath Fey's dress, gasping as the intense humid atmosphere rolled over them, eliciting intense arousal.

Fey shuddered as the maids' hands explored her newly exposed lengths.

If her breeding palace ever became a thing, she decided then and there that she needed maids for it. Lots and lots of maids. She loved maids. She loved fucking maids. And she made good on that by pushing forward, stepping over a couch, and pushing the girls below her upon it in a heap.

It didn't take them long to get the idea, and two of the girls bent over the couch, presenting their rears for her as the other maids guided her cocks in.

Soon the air was rent by squealing maids as she pounded and thrust her hips against the couch, the furniture groaning beneath her as her oversized balls thudded against her back thighs with a rhythmic clap, clap, clap.

Then came the sound of her first double ejaculation, a muffled sploorchh, bloorch! As Daisy's daughter swelled below her, her mother holding her hand as she looked on with pride at her expanding, howling daughter. Then came the next round o maids as things rapidly got out of control. The confined space of the room filled with a potent mix of Fey's musk and well-used pussy mist.

Pound, pound, pound, until the couch broke, then the armchair, then the table. Fey's physical presence filled the room, the available free space rapidly disappearing under maid belly as she repeatedly bred them.

Amalia waited patiently, but soon found herself losing control. The heat and scent were driving her to distraction, and her fingers slipped into her panties as she watched Fey ruin the family of maids. She was so lost in the debauchery that she failed to notice that the maids were coming out from beneath Fey's dress, larger and larger. Their bellies far surpassed barrels as their maid uniforms burst open with cum bellies, skirts hiked up around hips as their cavernous gapes added to the intoxicating air. Fey's nostrils flared as the compounded scent of pussy drove her to greater heights of arousal, her balls inching larger still in a positive feedback loop. Amalia looked on in an almost dreamlike state, the front of her cloak soaked with her milk as she lazily fisted herself

Sometime later, Fey pushed Daisy's daughter to the side and realised that she had run out of maids. Not for want of trying, there was barely any room left in the living room, with bellies pressing against Fey's flanks on every side and reaching the ceiling. Cumming over and over into the family had left the fecund and immobile.

Still, it wasn't enough.

"More..." she groaned as her balls became tighter and ever more full.

"More? Oh, if you want more, I can take you to my school's dairy. I told them all about you at lunch!" said Daisy's daughter from where she sat atop her mother's distended belly. She was still capable of moving despite her size, just.

Fey nodded shakily. More pussy? Yes!

With a struggle, she managed to squeeze her way free from the rounded bellies, breaking multiple pieces of furniture and the back door as she forced her way out, stumbling after the teenager, her exposed lengths waving madly beneath her.

Her dicks were naked! She needed to be inside of someone to think clearly, dammit!

She didn't have to wait long. The "school dairy" was apparently just across the street, and she staggered through the thankfully much wider double doors and into the dark interior. She blinked in the gloom as her eyes adjusted. Rows upon rows of older teenagers lay within, bent over wooden frames as glass milking nozzles jumped and bucked, pulling on their dangling teats as they were milked. The soft rhythmic sound of spurting milk hitting glass overlaid with the teenagers gossiping filled the air.

Daisy's daughter beckoned her over to the side where already some of the teenagers were turning and staring at her cumflated belly, then even more so at Fey.

The explanation didn't take long before Fey was stepping over the milking frames which doubled as very convenient breeding frames. The teenagers, once they heard what was happening, were very excited to help, and word spread that the rumoured centaur had arrived.

Fey was just grateful to be able to mate and breed, and the wooden frames groaned and creaked as she humped doubled up teenager, angling her cocks to take two at a time next to each other until their bellies ballooned outward with seed. The entire row of frames creaked and shifted, with the girls bent over them and lined up for her, looking over each other to see what was coming and giggling excitedly.

They didn't have long to wait as Fey's raging heat went to war with the milking nozzles linked to her cocks, furiously trying to overcome what they were syphoning off by upping her sheer output. Judging by how each girl in line was left with a bigger and bigger belly, her heat was starting to succeed.

Fey quickly lost count of the girls as she fell into a breeding frenzy, humping relentlessly as teenagers howled beneath her. At some point, it became more than just who had been there as she arrived as women of the town heard word of what was happening and were drawn toward the impromptu breeding den. Cum tummies piled up as Fey ran through them like a wildfire, her raging heat insatiable, demanding more and more girls to mate.

She growled as the next cowkins perked their bare rears up in the air, hoping she would pick them to breed next. Despite the heat, Fey was vaguely aware of what was happening. A smaller version of the worry she had held in Draconica had come to pass. A whirlpool effect where word of mouth and various heats would cause the female population to converge on a single point in the city (or in this case town), drawn to the mass breeding out of curiosity and then lust. The entire female population would whirlpool down onto Fey like that, eager to have their turn experiencing her.

Already, the school dairy turned breeding den was getting full with cum bellies and naked cowkins crowded around Fey, latching onto her body as they stroked and licked her balls, climbing up and riding on top. A dozen girls rode her as Fey pounded the pair of girls below, naked flesh squirming all around as more females turned up and stripped, a churning orgy of bodies and bodily fluids.

Fey bellowed as she exploded into the two cowkins beneath her, the milking frames collapsing around their ballooning bellies as cum flowed into them.

"Yes! More! More!" she roared.

"Fey! Fey! Can you hear me? Dammit, snap out of it!"

Fey blinked a few times as she felt someone prodding her in the flank. She glanced to the side to find a figure in a brown cloak and with a scarf over her face. Once more it took a moment for her to realise that it was Queen Amalia. It was hard to keep focus with so many pleading for her, so many pussies and breasts pressing against her legs and back as countless tongues gave her vast balls a literal tongue bath.

"Uh, Amalia..."

"Shh, shh, shush! It's uh, me D-Daisy!" said Queen Amalia, frantically giving Fey a pseudonym as she glanced around at the churning mass of naked women. Fortunately none of them seemed to have realised that their Queen was standing amongst their lascivious lewdness.

"Uh, right, D-Daisy, I meant, is something wrong?"

Amalia huffed dramatically.

"You're so damn focused on fucking the ones in front of you when you're like this that you don't even realize the mess you are making. Look around!"

Fey blinked and did as she was asked.

"Oh."

That was a lot of cum bellies. Females were stacked up to the rafters, legs and arms dangling as they lay completely limp, eyes rolled up into their heads. Just how many had she bred?!

"It's this heat. I've never had it this bad before!"

"It- It's fine. We just need to clamp down on it again, okay? The plan is still on, okay?!" said a slightly hysterical Queen.

Fey let herself be led from the school dairy as Amalia's entourage, now replenished with fresh maids from the palace, managed to fend off the interest. It was rather a lot of interest, as the street outside the school dairy was packed end to end.

Still, Amalia's entourage were nothing if not efficient, and Fey soon found the naked girls on her back shoved off, and those around pushed away until she was trotting free from the crowd.

A line of palace maids formed a line blocking the crowd from following, and Fey was able to trot away without being impeded. That said, she did already miss being so deeply entrenched in pussy.

The entourage rushed them through the back alleys away from prying eyes and, to Fey's surprise, into the tall mansion that towered over the surrounding streets.

A few quiet words from the Queen, and Fey found herself being rushed through the mansion and into the main bedroom, where a new set of royal nozzles were linked to her cocks. She swore she heard her balls growl and gurgle with annoyance as even more syphoning was applied to her dicks.

The mansion was not their true destination, of course, nor was the next mansion or the next mansion. It was just Amalia taking advantage of her royal power to expropriate the Royal-level nozzles that a number of the nobility possessed. Like that, they were able to string a secretive path across the town, going from mansion to mansion in a zigzag, confiscating any and all royal nozzles that the network of maids knew about.

By the time they reached their destination, Fey had no less than six additional sets of nozzles paired with her dicks, for a total of ten, and Amalia was supremely confident that there would be no more incidents. Probably.

They emerged into a sprawling cluster of inter-species bordellos and brothels which took up a much larger fraction of the town than Fey had seen in any other town she had ever come across. Apparently, the cowkins had a favourite pastime to spend their extra income on, and the flow of money had attracted a lot of practitioners of the more carnal arts.

Fey watched bemused as a lamia waved seductively at her from the window of a building that was painted with garish signs promising some incredibly lewd acts.

She wasn't the only one, and flirty calls came from every direction as she trotted through the brothel district from every kind of kin and kind and species, lupines, and lapines, and drakes, and minotaurs, and so on and so forth, all having found a surprising amount of work in the cowkin micronation.

Duchess Beatrice may have considered interspecies brothels beneath the nobility, but the rest of the citizenry certainly did not judging by the cowkins happily swarming the place. Also judging by the very expensive-looking carriages parked here and there, neither did much of the nobility.

Amalia's entourage fended off the crowds, who, to Fey's outrage, kept asking how much it would be for a night with her. She nearly lost her temper when they started throwing coins in her direction. Apparently word had spread even here.

But soon they came to their destination, the only "mansion" of the brothel district, a towering building in severe black stone with black tiles, a contrast to the brightly coloured buildings that made up the rest of the town, and where the nobility congregated most.

Fey was ushered in like she was some kind of exceptionally important guest, which was a peculiar feeling when the literal queen of the nation was ignored beside her.

Her hooves sank into the plush white carpet as she found herself in the large hall foyer of the brothel, various species draped gracefully across the artful furniture as they flirted with prospective cowkins. The scent of perfumes hung heavy in the air alongside a sense of refined lust.

Fey slowed to a stop as she found something she had never expected to see, something that made her brow rise in shock.

No less than five centaurs were clustered at one end of the lobby, settled on furniture designed for centaurs as cowkins fawned over them. Four female centaurs and one male. It was by far the greatest number of centaurs she had seen in one place since leaving the planes. Queen Amalia had not been kidding about the longstanding connection between her nation and the centaur tribes.

Fey's heart jumped into her throat, suddenly feeling very awkward and out of place. It wouldn't be so bad, but she was so large now! A full two and a half feet taller than even the male centaur! She freaking dwarfed him! And to top it all off, she was wearing a flipping dress while their lower bodies were completely bared to the world as was the norm for centaurs. For half a moment she considered tearing the dress off, but with difficulty managed to control herself.

To her dismay, Amalia approached the centaurs, smiling warmly at the cowkins sitting around chatting with them. It wasn't hard to guess that these were Amalia's sisters; the three of them held the unique triple chest apparently unique to the royal bloodline. Along with them were half a dozen noble cowkin women..

"Snowdrop!" purred Amalia.

The youngest of the three princesses turned in her chair, frowning with confusion as her eyes met the brown cloak before rising up to see Amalia's face beneath the hood. An expression of utter horror flashed across the young cowkin's face, and in a moment of panic, she tried to rise to her feet at the same time as she tried to run for it. It resulted in her flailing from the chair and landing on the plush carpet with a thump.

"A-Amalia!" she squeaked, scrambling to her feet.

The others jerked around upon hearing that, their mouths falling open in surprise as they found their Queen wearing a commoner's cloak.

"Sister, what are you doing here!" hissed Magnolia, the oldest sister, clearly distressed.

"This is my queendom. I can go wherever I like and do whatever I like. If I choose to visit the local, uh, brothel, then that is my decision."

Fey wondered about that. Amalia certainly seemed aware enough of the problems that might cause with her queenly image; otherwise, she would have removed the cloak, but it remained on.

Magnolia kept her voice low. "It's not like before you took the throne anymore. You can't do this kind of thing! It's not becoming of a queen!"

Amalia rolled her eyes. "Stop arguing. I don't care for one, and for two you're being rude to my guest."

Magnolia set her lips in a line but glanced up at Fey, taking her in. Her brow rose as she took note of just how much larger Fey was than the centaurs around them.

"From the plains? Don't tell me, another ambassador?"

"Uhm, no, I'm actually an adventurer and a good friend of Amalia," said Fey helpfully.

"Why am I not surprised? Of course, you would fall in with an uncivilised adventurer type. Really Sister," sighed Magnolia.

"Oh, the one who appeared out of thin air at your royal audience? I had heard rumours, and then later some… very interesting rumors," said Snowdrop the youngest of Amalia's sisters.

Apparently word of Fey had even reached non-maids' ears.

"Hmm. Wouldn't you just like to know," said Amalia slyly.

She patted Fey's side as a cum-filled maid crawled from beneath Fey's dress and staggered off.

The nobles and princesses watched the maid go.

"I thought that it was an exaggeration," mumbled the youngest. "How does that even work physically? Shouldn't she be too, you know, too big?"

"Oh, and you haven't a thing for Percy here? Don't think I haven't heard about your favourite centaur tryst my wayward little sister."

The princess spluttered. "Th-that's, I'm not- that isn't-"

"You've always had eyes bigger than your stomach. Of course, you would lock down the biggest cock in town. I mean, look at that thing," she gestured at Percy's penis. It was indeed very large for a normal centaur. "And from what I hear, you practised hard until you could take it."

"Sh-shut up. So what if I like it a little big! What does that matter!"

"Well, I had thought you would want to be first in line to try Fey here, but if you really don't want to…"

Snowdrop twitched.

"No! Wait, hang on, I didn't realise you were offering— Let me go first! I can take her. I can totally take her!"

The nobles murmured amongst themselves as they watched this.

Clever, thought Fey. What better way to convince the nobles of the 'Fey experience' that to show a demonstration with a friend of theirs, and Snowdrop was by far the easiest to convince.

Amalia tapped her lip in thought. "Okay." She glanced at the female centaurs. "If you would? You seem to know what you are doing. "

The female centaurs seemed more than interested to see what was about to happen and two of them leapt to their feet.

In moments, they were dragging over some kind of frame, which Fey realised after a moment was an extremely advanced device that allows a centaur to do it with a biped. Dark, polished wooden parts extended out on hinges, each padded with luxurious pink velvet. It seemed the occupant was supposed to lie back in the cupping middle part as their legs were fully extended up and out spread-eagled.

Fey recalled Amalia mentioning there being many centaur Conveniences. Apparently this was one of them.

As the two female centaurs were busy setting out the frame, Fey couldn't help but look over their bodies. The last centaur she had seen had been Kevin the centaur in Bine. He was not the greatest example of a centaur. Before they had met, he had been making himself wealthy by pretending to be Fey for those willing to pay, wearing one of the dildos modelled after Fey's penis as a strap-on. A charlatan and a pretender. But by all accounts, his services had been in very high demand.

The female centaurs who worked in this interspecies brothel clearly put a lot of effort into their appearance, and they were all extremely pretty. Not surprising considering their line of work. Blonde hair flowed over their shoulders as their petite lower bodies shifted elegantly as they readied the device. Completely exposed and naked, of course, leaving Fey with a full view of the exposed pussies.

One seemed to notice Fey's attention and gave her a small smile. With a clench of her vaginal muscles she winked her clit at Fey, the fat pink thing peeking from between her folds as she swayed her hips seductively, one of the most flirty things a centaur could do.

Fey's heart rate spiked and her cock stiffened inside the current pair of maids.

Dammit, she didn't used to feel this way about female centaurs!... well, maybe a little bit. Masturbation was difficult for centaurs, so there had been more than a few awkward nights spent with her female friends exploring each other's bodies, dipping fingers and then hands into each other. It was why she had always felt a fluttery attraction to Ellaria.

But this heat was so much more than that! Gods, she just wanted to fuck them until they were howling her name!

She smiled back awkwardly, trying not to come on too strong, a smile that said 'hello!' and not 'let me pin you down and breed you!'

The female centaurs weren't the only ones to elicit a physical reaction. The male centaur was something her body seemed to chafe against just being there, as if her body was physically aware that a potential breeding rival was nearby.

Her eyes scanned over his body. Muscular, well-kept, sleek. Two of the nobles were playfully running their hands over what for a normal centaur was a very impressive erection at two and a half feet long, the blank and pink-mottled thing throbbing in the noble's grasp as they cooed over it.

Her penises were much better in every way in her opinion, but her body reacted to the "centaur threat" anyway because of her heat. Her balls gurgled as they expanded further, as if readying to outbreed any and all rivals, her cocks tensing.

Being around a male centaur while in heat seemed like a bad idea if this was her body's reaction. It was like a competitive trigger on a deeply primal centaur level, raw centaur breeding instinct stirring to life and synergising with her already existing breeding instinct.

She tried to hide her agitation.

Snowdrop watched with round eyes as the fucking frame was set up.

"Wait, here?! Right here in the lobby?!"

"Yes? Come now. Are you really that shy? How many times have we been milked together, not to mention what I've heard you get up to here with your sisters?"

Judging by the few partners going at it in the corner of the lobby, it wasn't that uncommon. Not that Fey cared - a fresh princess pussy sounded utterly delightful to her, and her hooves trotted excitedly on the carpet. The half dozen maids below her dress struggled to keep the two maids on her cocks steady.

"It's not the same thing," muttered the teenager, but after a moment, she moved over to the frame. Public or not, a chance to be with an even bigger centaur than Percy was something the size-inclined princess couldn't pass up.

Fey felt the latest pair of maids slip from her cocks and fall to the ground with a thump below her dress. The air cooled her slick cocks, a feeling that only highlighted the momentary lack of pussy and driving her to distraction. She staggered forward, her body desperate to mount the princess. It took a monumental amount of will to prevent herself from just falling atop her.

Snowdrop disrobed, an impressive set of triple breasts spilling free as each button was undone.

Fey bit her tongue.

Her chests swayed side to side and she shimmied her hips, pushing down on her shorts to get them over her extremely broad hips.

Fey dug her fingernails into her palm.

She let out a little sigh and tied her blonde hair back in an effortlessly attractive way, apparently she had experience with centaurs enough to know that it would get in the way.

Fey was on the verge of going cross eyed at that point, but Snowdrop climbed into the frame, not awkwardly, but in a very practised manner.

It was very obvious that the princess had used the device in the past on many occasions and knew exactly what she was doing. She spread her legs at a wide angle, nearly doing the splits as they were held up in the air by the padded velvet arms. At the same time, she gripped onto steadying bars either side of the cupping bench, ready to stabilise herself for when a centaur thrust into her. Her six pumpkin sized breasts rested heavily on top of her torso as she lay upon her back, ready.

Fey couldn't help but have her eyes drawn to her loins. It was evident the princess liked centaur cock a lot, as her pussy had an already existing slight gape to it apparently from having taken Percy's oversized length on many occasions, her muff becoming a puffy cushioning thing from so much use, well prepared for the powerful thrusting of a centaur.

Fey swallowed, trying to ignore her heat demanding immediate penetration, and with difficulty, reached down and lifted up the front of her skirt.

A wave of sex smell rolled from beneath like a tidal wave, crashing into all those around.

With a chorus of feminine moans, the four female centaurs winked their clits and squirted, four long streams of clear fluid spraying meters across the carpet. Even the male twitched in surprise, a spurt of precum splashing across his chaise.

Maybe not the most surprising reaction considering that Fey was a centaur herself. Of course the scent would be that much more potent amongst other centaurs. Still, to her surprise, the female centaurs managed to control themselves and didn't immediately rush her, displaying insane self control even as their nipples became stiff and their pussies engorged, just as their clits winked furiously and little spurts of their juices continued to rain down on the carpet.

Easily the most aroused Fey had seen any centaur ever.

Impressive that they weren't full body flinging themselves onto her. Fey could only assume that the job had given them such self control over their sexual urges.

Their gazes sharpened all the same, fixing on the dual cocks revealed beneath her dress.

Their expressions read. 'Mine, these cocks will soon be mine' and Fey believed it.

Percy's mouth fell open in shock as he followed their gaze, which was a little boost to Fey's ego.

But first things first. Princess. Then everyone else.

The princess was ready, legs spread and waiting to take Fey, and Fey was damned if she was going to wait a single moment longer. With a cry, she practically leaped forward, front hooves slamming down into the frame's cushioned upper arms, perfectly adjusted to take her.

Her lower cock crashed up between the princess's thighs, and without pausing, Fey drove herself forward. A cry came from beneath as the princess's pussy stretched further than any time in her life, spreading eagerly to take Fey's log of a dick.

Fey shuddered as her upper cock slid smoothly between the triple cleavage of her breasts just as she penetrated below. The softness was wonderful against her length, both inside and out.

As she sunk deeper, her upper cock head popping free from the top of each cleavage one after the other, the princess moaned and gasped. White-knuckled, she gripped the sex frame and hung on for dear life as more centaur cock than she could ever have imagined parted her body.

"Oh-nffh, fuuckkk!" gasped the princess as her nervous system was racked with spiking pleasures raining down on her. Her pussy was strained so taut around massive horse cock that she could feel every little vein of the pulsing heaving thing, its shape imprinted in her mind's eye even as crackling fireworks exploded across her vision.

The Princess pretty much immediately forgot about Percy. Percy who? This Fey was the real deal centaur, truly nothing had made her feel like this before, not even remotely.

Without pause, Fey began thrusting, throwing her weight back and then forth into the frame as she pounded the princess. Feet of dick pistoning in and out her pussy and from between her six breasts making so much boobage wobbling back and forth and colliding with each other mesmerising as the princess was turned into a centaur breeding post.

Snowdrop open-mouth wailed, spittle flying from her lips as her eyelids fluttered. The rain of pleasure had become a monsoon! Her abdomen was a freaking dynamo of compounding chain orgasms! Fingernails dug into the padded grips as her back arched, vagina clamping down brutally around the pillar of dick with all her centaur trained might as the world flashed before her eyes.

The sight of such an immense centaur going to town on the princess started to draw more and more attention, especially with the noises she was making, and as the chatter turned toward the scene the female part of it became increasingly interested. Fey didn't care. She just desperately needed the release, and with a few more thrusts, she achieved it.

Fey cried out and her balls hiked up, testicles, each the diameter of a cartwheel, clenching and clenching as ungodly amounts of sperm were released into her shafts.

However, what came from the tips was a far cry from what was being ejaculated. Almost all of the sperm was syphoned away by some of the most advanced magic in the queendom. Teleported to royal-level milking nozzles scattered throughout the town and palace and preventing the architectural devastation of the brothel.

The release was still worth it. And Fey's eyelids fluttered as she released load after load. Half of what made it out going directly into the princess's womb, and the other spraying into the air.

One of the female centaurs who was sitting on a chaise directly behind the frame gasped as a hot liquid spray jetted from Fey's tip, dumping a good gallon of seed over her back and flank.

"G-gods you cum a lot, h-how is there so freaking much!" she cried, looking over her shoulder at her lower half now coated in white. She shuddered as her tail flagged, squirting long and hard in response to the enveloping smell of centaur cum.

A moment later the other female centaurs followed up, clutching the arms of their chaises as they squirted over and over, their bodies responding to the smell of the most virile cum imaginable.

Fey almost laughed. 'A lot?' This was merely a thimbleful for her. All the same, there were a lot of extremely impressed female murmurs at the sight.

"Holy shit, that's hot," mumbled the older sister Marigold, eyes wide as she watched her little sister grow fat with cum. "I thought Percy's pints were a lot. But this?" Her eyes darted to the absurdly swollen balls twitching behind Fey's back legs. "I, uh, guess you have a lot more to give too. I'm sure there will be many willing to, uh, help with that, like, uh, me." She swallowed excitedly.

It seemed Snowdrop wasnt the only one with a penchants for centaurs.

Of course, she didn't know anything, not really. None of them had any idea of what was happening. They didn't know that lake's worth of jizz being pumped from her balls was never making it out. Fey's true load was unknown to them.

"Hnff, I'm, uhm, in heat, so y-yes, lots. Oh god, there's so much more," groaned Fey as her hips jerked and thrust on their own, filling Snowdrop further and dropping another layer of jizz over the centaur's back behind, not that either seemed to mind.

The other female centaurs cooed and gasped as the next load splattered noisily, adding to the puddle mess that now drippled and dripped from the cum covered centaur's sides, the ever increasing scent of cum only causing them to squirt all the harder in response.

Eventually Fey's thrusting finally came to a halt, easing down against the frame that helped support her great weight and size, panting as she held the handles limply.

Her balls gurgled impatiently, and her cocks failed to soften even slightly, tensing and twitching inside the princess, eager to fuck.

Fey felt utterly insatiable. Her heat burned within her like a forest fire, a constant roar of heart-pounding warmth that demanded the most natural thing in the world: sex, and lots of it.

The cowkins and centaurs chattered around her for a moment as she recovered, discussing who would go next, who would take the overwhelming centaur, giggling as they boasted about their largest prior partners, nothing to Fey of course.

"As the most senior in rank here it's clearly I who should get to go next." said Marigold loudly, talking over the others.

Fey was fine with that, it wasn't like another princess would slake her heat. All would get their turn. She started to move, readying for the next.

But something made her pause.

A small voice came from below, and Fey blinked as she realised the younger princess was talking.

She lowered her head down, focusing as she tried to catch the princess's whispering voice.

"I can't, not after this," she mumbled. "Fey, I don't want you to think badly of me. I didn't mean to, but she…"

"What are you saying?" whispered back Fey.

"I can't let you do it with her without knowing. It would be wrong," whispered the princess. "She's behind everything, all of it. Our older sister, Marigold. She's the one trying to overthrow Amalia."