'Make an army of Iron and steel, that's what he asked , and so I made him another mono-doll.' Avarice rembered reading those words oh so fondly, it was from her maker's journal, essentially a peek into her mind! And yet, she felt more ever than before despite now knowing her purpose, that, she, alone; was ant to be an army, but was she as capable as her maker claid?
Or had her own incompetence thwarted her potential?
'I guess I would either never know, or know soon enough.' Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she brought herself back to the mont. Hugging Zeil from behind with his pants on the ground, her hands kept pumping his unimpressive cock. Vibrating her hand like crazy and jerking like a piston, she'd forced him to cum and cum again and waste his seeds in a toilet.
"A-Ava…s-stop, I can't!" He begged, but biting the lobe of his left ear she seductively whispered.
"You have to master, how else will you satisfy your future queens? You're the king now, cumming a dozen tis at once should co to you naturally, or else how could you breed your multiple wives every night?" Smirking like the devil behind him, she didn't care about him or his performance in bed.
Instead what she wanted was to ruin his cock to the point where either only she could make him cum or his dick can never get hard again from the constant jerking.
'Either way, your blood ends with you, my little prince, ahaha!' Holding her laughs, she cupped his balls to squeeze every last ounce of juice out of them. However, already having squeezed them dry, she could only make Zeil shoot out blanks.
At the end of his dick milking that only happened after a month of Avarice edging his cock, he was left panting on the restroom floor with his shaft as well as balls hurting from the intense vibration and jerking.
"Alrighty, I should join your sisters now young master, please clean up before you leave the restroom, okay?" Leaving Zeil in a pool of his own piss, Avarice left him with a bright smile plastered all over her face. Unable to contain her joy, she hopped and frolicked through the halls while giggling to herself.
'Maybe I should use the rotating drill fleshlight to ruin his dick next ti?' Just the thought of strapping Zeil to the bed, and placing a rotating fleshlight on his cock, had her squeezing her cheeks with joy. 'I wanna see the light go out as he cums to death!'
Laughing out loud for a mont, she quickly covered her mouth. The last king ruled for a millennium and died at the hands of his corrupt children, but the current one would die from cumming too hard? Just the thought alone was hysterical to the mono-doll.
"Hmm?" Hearing shouting from up ahead, Avarice stopped in her path and looked around the curved path, frowning. "Alia and Nessa? Why are they shouting though?"
Slowly beginning to move again, she grew closer and closer to the princess's room, but by the ti she entered everything and everyone inside had gone completely still. It was almost like they didn't expect her to enter the room, even though the oldest sister demanded that she visit them as soon as possible.
"Am I interrupting sothing?" She asked, feigning innocence.
"Where's your manners, lady? Waltzing in without a knock or stating the purpose!" Grace was quick to reprimand her failing subject.
Closing her eyes, Avarice lifted her skirt and bowed apologetically.
"I didn't an to intrude, I was invited for council, headmistress," keeping her head lowered as the sound of Grace's iron heel slowly approached her, a single bead of sweat trailed down Avarice's cheeks.
'Cut from the sa cloth, and yet she remains uptight.' She thought in her mind and did well not to let those words escape through her lips instead.
"Look up!" Grabbing Avarice's face, Grace forced her to look up into her eyes. Towering at least three tis her size, the head maid's shadowed gaze stared at her with contempt. "Don't think you're smarter than you are, child. I can sense deception in every breath you take."
For once, the arrogant doll's lips parted with a nervous chuckle. Stepping a few steps away from Grace, Avarice maintained a safe distance away from her touch.
"I swear, I'm not lying! I was invited here!" Avarice pleaded, not realizing that Grace's warning was nothing but a bluff. After all, unlike a human or any other living creature, her kind didn't process emotions and lies the sa way, making their detection that much more difficult, at least in Avarice's case.
'One of a kind with no paraters to test her on…' Gazing towards the ceiling, Grace's mind slipped into a trance for a second. 'What kind of trouble did you brew for exactly?'
"Since you're here anyways," cutting the argunts short, Aurora decided to prose Avarice the question they'd been dying to hear the answer for. "Why did you up father's dose of poison?"
'They figured it out, huh?' Composing herself really quickly, Avarice glanced across every face inside the room. None of them with the exception of Alia seed surprised, which led her to believe that they'd already sorted things between themselves.
'No use lying is there?' Diverting to her fallback plan, she quickly gave an answer before anyone grew more suspicious of her.
"Two vials of wyvern poison, just as the headmistress suggested," hearing her response, everyone stared at her dumbfounded and the headmaid even facepald herself.
"Who told you two?" Grace asked, calmly.
'Shit…' And Avarice knew this wasn't going to be easy.
"I thought you did, headmistress…" Fidgeting on the spot with her eyes cast to the ground, Avarice acted innocent and almost had the princesses fooled.
"BY ElENARIA! I TOLD YOU ONE! ONE VIAL BEFORE HIS MAIDS TOOK HIS AL TO HIS BEDROOM!" And though Grace was freaking out with anger, she couldn't fix stupidity or punish Avarice for murder just because it happened earlier than they'd planned. "You're going in the furnace tonight young lady!"
But that didn't an she couldn't at least torture her sowhat.
"WHAT?!" Yelped Avarice, already dreading the coming night.
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