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Miguel used his intuitive strategic skills as a master in tandem with magecraft to lead Iskander to victory in every battle. It didn't matter if the enemy were animated skeletons or ancient historical maniacs; the two warriors blazed through the battlefield to secure humanity's future. With such odious trials that faced them, it was only natural another servant should be summoned to divvy up the workload. Miguel prayed to every Sex God in the Pantheon that he'd summon another lovely himbo and oh boy did the gods answer.
Napoleon was a red-haired giant who kept his beefy chest exposed with his buttoned-down shirt. His thick thighs were hard to miss in the tight white pants he wore. It was like the heavens knew exactly what type of men Takeshi craved and answered his wishes in kind.
" Bonjour! You must be my Maitre! Napoleon of the archer class is here to serve you!" Napoleon grinned while slinging a buff arm around Takeshi's shoulders. " I can tell we have many great battles ahead of us and-" Napoleon's jaw went slack once he spotted Iskander standing behind his master.
" Sacre bleu! Do my eyes deceive me? That man is none other than Alexander the great! I'm so honored to meet you! I have all of your exploits engraved in my memory." Napoleon swooned over the conqueror and circled around him like an excited puppy.
" AHAHA! It seems that I'm well known even by other servants. I'm sure you'll be a splendid addition to our master's team. Let's see if you can pass the initiation."
"Quoi? Initiation?"
Takeshi smirked while placing his hands on Napoleon's manly chest. " That's right. You'll need a massive sex drive to be my servant. I can't fight at my best unless I've gotten a couple of fucks to start the day. Iskander is a pro at riding dick. He definitely lives up to his class name." Takeshi reminisced all of the long nights he spent plundering Iskander's ass after a long battle.
" I see! Good sex always does wonders for a man's soul. Maitre, use my body as you desire. You can fuck me as much as you want if it means our victory!" The French leader completely unbuttoned his shirt so that his pecs were on display. Takeshi responded by sinking his teeth onto an exposed nipple. Napoleon caught a moan in his throat before slowly letting it escape his lips.
" Ah~ your mouth is a godsend for my sensitive nipples." Napoleon's nipples perked up from his Maitre's rough fondling. Takeshi's teeth dug in deeper while his hands massaged into the succulent pecs. He thought only fat guys could have man titties so he was delighted to have been proven wrong. The soft and smooth flesh felt natural in Takeshi's hands. When he tugged on the nipples with his fingers, it almost looked like they perked up in size. Napoleon was at war with himself to refrain from turning into a moaning whore. As a former commander of a legendary army, he still had some decorum to maintain. Surely his master wanted a strong-willed servant who could take some punishment.
" You're doing a good job staying strong no matter how much I abuse your perky tits. I have an outfit I want you to try on as your official battle attire. It was intended for Iskander to wear but it's a bit too snug for him." Takeshi waltzed over to his closet where he pulled out quite the daring outfit. He held in his hands a white dress shirt crop top, a red n black miniskirt, and black lace panties with stockings to match.
" I hope you enjoy it cause I've been traveling all over history to get these clothes. Chaldea doesn't exactly have options for fashionable outfits."
" Fabuleux! These clothes are a beauty to behold. You truly gave an eye for fashion, Maitre." Napoleon had nothing but praise for his master's choice of clothing. Takeshi watched the red hunk get changed, admiring the brief moment we stood completely naked with his caked-up ass looking like a snack. His ass ate up those panties perfectly while the crop top was an essential complement for his tits.
" Nice to see you enjoying yourself. I have an official order as your master: I want you and Iskander to press those juicy booties right in the face!" Takeshi drooled like a slob from imagining the heavenly image of a perfect ass.
" Right away master/maitre!" The two servants eagerly to work. Iskander changed into a pink thong and joined Napoleon in the butt assault. Takeshi laid down on the bed so that the redheads could sit their huge rears on him. He was suffocated by the twin peaks of booty with the scent of musk filling his nostrils. Takeshi's field of vision was completely taken up by pure ass. Sniffing the ripe scent of their behinds was the greatest pleasure he could ask for. His tongue danced on the curves of their cheeks, their taints, and even their scrotums.
" Now let your hole go real loose. The master loves big juicy farts." Iskander instructed Napoleon who was already onboard with the idea.
" Oui monsieur! Let's give our Maitre a good face full of our gas." The servants loosened up their holes to release a strong gust of ripe air on Takeshi. His nostrils flared up with the manly funk filling his nose.
" hmm, mmmm ahh." His voice was muffled but he praised his servants on their performance. He then slapped their butts to let them know he needed room to breathe.
" Awesome work you two. This is everything a master could ask for. Now one final order. Napoleon needs an orientation to the team so let's give him a warm welcome, Iskander." Takeshi shuffled around so that he was behind the french man and caressing his ass. He kneaded the fat flesh while softly fingering into the hole.
" Ah!" Napoleon gasped from the rough treatment his master gave him. He openly welcomed the treatment by tightening his anus upon the fingers. At the same time, Iskander stood in front of the bed with his cock slapping against Napoleon's lips. "Time to service the king."
" Oh ho! I love a good challenge. I'll take both of you fine men on." Napoleon didn't hesitate to stuff both his holes with the erect penises. Takeshi tugged the panties down so that he could enter the eager anus. Takeshi thrusted deeply into the hole while also slapping the round cheeks, leaving big red marks. Napoleon wanted to yell with joy but Iskander's dick completely stuffed his mouth. The French general had to alternate between bobbing his head and twerking onto his master before doing so simultaneously. He sloppily slurped onto Iskander's dick in a bold display of passion. His saliva splashed onto Iskander's crotch and dripped onto the floor. Napoleon's heart skipped once he felt the pre-cum drizzle onto his tongue.
His anus twitched as Takeshi gyrated his hips into him. The large black cock demolished its tight new environment and made the ass queef tremendously. The cheeks jiggled with every harsh pounding Napoleon endured. It was the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure Napoleon grew intoxicated on. The cheeks freely clapped severely from the savage beating g the ass received.
' Yes, Maitre! Breed my hole more and turn me into your cumdump! Oh Iskander your dick is so big I fear my jaw might pop. It tastes heavenly with its sweaty aroma. You two are simply the best." Napoleon swooned in his mind as his mouth puckered hungrily on the cock. His tongue patted every inch of the dick while his tongue massaged the balls. His sloppy technique resulted in saliva completely drenching the bottom half of his face and an evergrowing puddle pooling up on the floor. The sound of him sucking was sometimes covered up by the loud farts he released onto Takeshi's penis.
" How is it on your end, Iskander? This guy's ass is fucking phenomenal! I can tell how much he's enjoying it from how his ass is talking back. That's the power of booty language!" Takeshi admired Napoleon's compatibility with his mammoth dick.
Iskander gave his master a thumbs up while caressing Napoleon on his pucked-in cheeks. " You can say the same about his mouth. Doesn't matter how deep I go, he just keeps sucking with everything he's got." It inflates Napoleon's ego considerably hearing praise from the two current most important men in his life. He withstood their harsh poundings for the entire 43 minutes their stamina allowed them to endure. Both his mouth and anus had become a beautiful canvas of milky white semen. The droopy-eyed expression on Napoleon made it clear he was on cloud nine.
" Putain de merde... My Maitre and the king of Macedonia truly make an invincible duo. It felt as if my body would be split in duex. I need more. I need more of this thrill! I don't only desire to join you in battle, but I also want to become your conquest. Let's explore the allures of sex together." Napoleon wiggled his now sperm inflated body over to Takeshi to kiss his tender lips before doing the same to Iskander. The men swished the semen in their mouths with shared love. This was their vow to remain together as devoted sex addicts devoted to saving the world one fuck at a time.