Fantastic Beasts of Records: Lecherous Prince Of The Sea

?I watched as the frightened Claire stared at me with a trembling body. She shook her head and stood up before she matched forward like a Pharisee sacrificial lamb.

Her steps were unsteady. Her hands were folded in front of her as she moved forward and showed herself to the onlookers.

My thoughts, however, had already wandered into uncharted territory as two identical Claires were lined up in front of my vision.

"Whack" The whips stroked against the air one more time. "You!" Claire's identical look-alike stared at her in surprise. "So you left the business to come down here on your own, even after I have freed you….. Splendid". She licked her lips round with her tongue.

She commanded. "Now strip, and join the others".

Claire turned her head and stared at me before she gradually started to remove her blouse with tears slowly falling out of her eyes.

'Terrible acting' I thought to myself and shook my head in disappointment.

After a few seconds of what looked like the most sensual strip-tease, I have ever witnessed, after my last disappointment.

"Tchhh! I have always wondered why mother adored you even though we were identical sisters who had everything in common" Claire's lookalike strolled towards her and cupped her breast from underneath a bra that only covered her nipples.

"~~Ah~~" Claire moaned softly before she bit her lips in frustration.

Mother. Sisters... So they were going for the twin sisters' troupe?

Well, it's not as though they had many materials to work with, so I admire their efforts to make this as realistic as possible.

Claire's lookalike clicked her tongue in annoyance. "By the time I am done with you, no man will ever want to have or save you."

I drank in the visual sight in front of me, as their words penetrated my ears. I didn't know if I had any roles, in this play, but since Claire had brought me here with her, that means I had a role that she was sure, I would be ready to fulfil at any time.

So, I waited.

…..

About fifteen minutes passed before I realized that not only have they been narrating their fabricated life stories, but the excitement in the air was slowly dying down.

Fuck! It!

I stood up from my position and made my presence known to everybody.

I will fucking improvise.

…....…..

"Leave her!" A scream sounded out of nowhere with a familiar figure running towards the two of them.

Claire watched dumbfounded while Vanessa peeked at her with doubt. As far as Vanessa knew, he was not supposed to reveal himself until only after they had finished indirectly recounting their backstories, which ended with her imprinting her whip on Claire's body to make the situation look more realistic.

She bit her lips at the thought. She was really looking forward to that particular part!

"Bam!"

She was pushed backwards by the familiar man who instantly wrapped his hands around Claire in comfort before he turned and stood in front of her with Claire safely hiding behind his back.

'That bitch' Vanessa cursed. Her face darkened in irritation as soon as she saw Claire's smile.

"...YOU! Who are you? How did you find this place?" Said, Venessa. Still, if she didn't want to see that annoying face again, then she needed to stick to her part no matter what.

Vanessa watched as the bitch placed her frightened hands on the man's shoulder and shook it with apprehension in her eyes.

The man sighed and shook his head before turning and staring at her fiercely.

Although Vanessa hated to admit it, this ridiculous plan of Claire's was working.

"If I had known that such a thing was happening down here" The man held Claire's hands and gripped them tightly. "Then, I would have saved her from all of this mess earlier".

As he spoke, she noticed the amount of tiredness and indifference on his face. She noted and recognized it. This man…. Something was not right, Vanessa could tell that something wasn't right.

"If you really think that you can save her, then let me tell you the truth….. You can't!" Vanessa responded with a haughty grin on her face. "As long as she is in this Kingdom, then you can't save her unless she is far away from here. But, how will you save her when you can't even save yourself". She cracked her whips against the air once more. Her body tensed up as she wholeheartedly prepared for what was about to the next. ƒr𝙚𝙚𝘸e𝚋𝐧૦ѵ𝒆𝒍.𝒄𝒐m

She patiently waited in silence, but…..

"This is the part, isn't it" The man spoke. He released Claire's hands from his grip without hesitation.

"What do you mean?" Her brows cocked up in confusion.

"This is the part where I save her and then make your life a living hell".

"Do you think that this is a joke or --"

"Yes" She was instantly interrupted.

"It is already quite obvious from the beginning that all this is a joke." The man replied, and walked towards her.

Not willing to let go of her role, she flexed her wrist and ---

"Abh" A painful sore spread across her arms, causing her to let go of the whip.

"Don't try that again" He halted his steps just a breath away from her and warned.

And she listened. Her body froze in place as his hands romanced her large mammalian strapped breast.

That bitch!

Vanessa felt the magical pressure that slowly tightened around her body, and couldn't help but curse Claire again. This wasn't part of the plan!

"Krk" Vanessa couldn't speak.

Even her throat felt constricted!

"Claire?" He called out the god-fucking bitch that landed her in this mess.

"Y-Yes" The bitch responded. Her stuttered voice showed that she was still determined to play her role.

"I haven't taken your anal virginity, right?"

Vanessa and Claire both blinked in silence.

Claire stiffened, "Wh-What do you mean?". She thought 'What is anal?'.

"I see" He nodded his head in understanding, as though he was suddenly struck by a wave of realisation. "So, there is nothing of that sort here?" He muttered, almost silently. Almost.

Claire stared in confusion as she tried to think about what was currently going on.

"I meant that you haven't been penetrated in the ass by a dick, haven't you?".

Claire's eyes widened in realization. Her hand slowly descended and gently gripped her round pearly shaped ass.

Meanwhile, Vanessa gulped at their conversation. Throughout her years as a brothel proprietor, she had never heard about a customer asking for an ass to fuck.

Her head snapped towards Claire's dazed and confused expression. ' What kind of man have you being sleeping with?' She thought.

"My buttocks" Claire repeated.

Prince Wyatt replied. "Yes. And you can start by removing your panties,". He didn't turn his head to the side as his hands and eyes still roamed around Venessa's body.

Prince Wyatt reached out with his palm, and slowly tightened his left hand around the dominatrix's ass.

Vanessa shivered in fright. With such hand movement romancing her enticing body in such a way, all the itch and wetness that was supposed to be felt in her pussy, slowly emerged in her ass.

Claire couldn't help but asked "W-Why?". She knew the man in front of her was a bundle of strange fetishes wrapped together, but to fuck a woman's buttocks..... What made him think about such a thing, or even imagine that any woman would want to experience such a thing?

"Punishment….. For daring to use my ignorance to play out such a stupid play, you need to be punished".

He knew! He knew! He knew! Both Venessa and Claire repeated those words in their heads.

Prince Wyatt slowly undid the gander belt of the look-alike in front of him, until a neatly trimmed hairy pussy was laid bare in front of him.

He then grabbed her by the neck and held her strapped top with his other hand, before he broke it off effortlessly with his magical energy.

Vanessa rose to her toe at the pain that coursed from her back to her chest.

"I will be starting with you first" He whispered like a demon into her ears.

"How dare you ---" Vanessa was shaking. She locked her gaze with Claire and muttered inaudibly "Help me".

But, no one could save her. Not from the grip of the man in front of her at least.

Prince Wyatt turned her around with a fast and fluid movement and bent her ass towards him. Normally, he would have made preparations for him and the woman below him to enjoy the moment but, right now, he hoped that she was able to endure what was about to come.

"UH~~~" Vanessa couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she felt his hands kneading her protruding ass, and sometimes stimulating her pussy.

"Pah" A red hand print was imprinted on her buttocks.

Another one hurdled down and struck the other side of her ass cheeks, causing it to jiggle and send ripples around her ass. Mistakenly, it pressed against the noticeable tent on his pants.