The door of the royal chamber creaked open with a soft, slow sound.
Ten more girls from the palace entered, their fully human bodies moving silently. They were all young women, restored after the Curse lifted, their naked forms now marked with the same permanent dark drip-spots that would never fade — glossy ashen-black patches on their heavy breasts, thighs, dark pussies, and soft bellies. Their gazes were soft and warm, like gentle moonlight on water, but underneath that softness burned a clear, lustful hunger. Their eyes said exactly what they wanted: sex. Thick, slow strokes. Deep, possessive fucking. The kind of release that had been denied for seven hundred years.
They closed the door behind them with matching, gentle clicks.
