The piercing wail of alarms split the air. Red lights pulsed from hidden panels in the walls and ceiling, bathing everything in a bloody glow.
I pushed myself up, they grey sweatpants comfortably clinging to my thighs. Bridgid rushed to my side. Her hand found my arm and dug her fingers possessively.
"Teddy! You're okay?" Her voice was breathy, eyes flicking down to my crotch before snapping back up, a flush creeping up her neck.
"Better than okay," I said. "But I think we've got company."
From outside the closet, heavy footsteps thundered. What I assumed to be Hotel security burst in: a squad of six women dressed in tight black uniforms. Their leader, a tall brunette with a ponytail, swept the room with a gaze that lingered on my sweatpants before hardening.
"Freeze! Hands where I can see them!" she barked. The others fanned out, weapons drawn. One, a curvy redhead with freckles dusting her cleavage, eyed Torque's unconscious form on the floor, milk still leaking from her swollen nipples.
Matterhorn growled, flexing his good hand. "We'll be just a moment, ladies. Back off.
The leader, whose name tag read "Sgt. Donner", smirked. "Intruders in Dr. Ryebald's private clinic? Oh, it's our business, tough guy." She stepped closer. Her vest unzipped just enough to show a hint of a lace bra underneath. "Now, drop to your knees. All of you. Hands behind your head."
Lockjaw helped Ironbound adjust in her wheelchair. "We're not intruders," Lockjaw said. Her cybernetic jaw was grinding. "King Cock over there is with Elaine."
"She's right," I said. "Tell them, Princess!"
Sgt. Donner raised an eyebrow.
"You know," I said. "The daemon who runs the Hotel!"
Sgt. Donner shook her head with her eyes closed. "Delusional, unfortunately. We call the daemon who runs this Hotel Mistress, not Princess."
Of course, I thought. Not everyone was privy to Princess's real name. Technically I wasn't privy to her real name, just the title part, but it was more than what security was used to.
"Princess!" I yelled. "Back me up!?"
There was no answer. Sgt. Donner pulled out a gun from the holster on her right hip and pointed it at me.
"I won't repeat myself again. Hands up!"
Why aren't the 'Pants' doing their thing!?
I realized that in all the commotion, I had gotten soft. My cock was certainly still thick and girthy, but soft nonetheless.
I stared at Sgt. Donner again and the black lace of her bra. I imagined her nipples underneath, pinching them as I pulled her head onto my cock. I imagined holding her by her ponytail while ramming her from behind.
It was enough. My cock was aching with desire.
I raised my hands slowly, but not before flexing subtly, trying to pull the grey sweatpants do their work. The fabric shifted, outlining my thickening cock more prominently. Sgt. Donner's gaze dropped again, her cheeks flushing. One of her squad, a petite blonde with tits large for her body frame, bit her lip and shifted her weight as if fighting an urge.
"Easy now," I said. "We're not here to cause trouble. Just... let's call Elaine. She will vouch for us."
Bridgid spoke up for the first time since they arrived. "He's right. Call Elaine."
"We could call Elaine..." Sgt. Donner said, her face flush red. She pulled at the lining of her vest by her neck, as if uncomfortable. "I do not have to let you, though. We might be able to work something out, however."
Matterhorn groaned with a rage that still hadn't totally simmered down. "Is there anybody in this Hotel you're not going to end up fucking?"
"I know what you want," I said. I pulled the Pants down, revealing my large cock for all the squad to see. They all stared, some covering their mouths in shock.
Sgt. Donner turned quickly to one of the girls in her squad. "Turn off the alarms."
As the security officer did so, Sgt. Donner and the rest of the squad undressed with impressive coordination. Along with Sgt. Donner's black lacy bra and panties there were some already in lingerie and one had even been going buff.
"Are you man enough to take all six of us?"
"I guess you get to have the fun of finding out."
The alarms cut off mid-wail, plunging the room into a sudden silence.
Sgt. Donner turned around. "About face! Turn! In position!"
Immediately they turned out in unison and put their faces to the floor, presenting their asses.
"Taking us left to right would be the optimal strategy," Sgt. Donner said from the middle.
They really were professional in everything they did.
Sgt. Donner's black lace thong was already soaked, the fabric clinging to her swollen lips like it was painted on. The redhead beside her had freckles dusting the curve of her ass.
Bridgid's fingers dug harder into my arm, her breath hot against my ear. "Teddy... you sure you can handle this?"
I smacked Bridgid on the ass. "I could handle you."
I stepped forward, hand trailing over the first ass in line. It was the petite blonde. I gave her cheek a sharp slap. She moaned, pushing back greedily. But I moved on, savoring the anticipation, letting my cock drag teasingly across each presented backside until I reached Sgt. Donner in the center.
I pushed my cock forward, grinding against the outside of her pussy folds until her moans became whines and then begging.
I gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her ass. With one smooth thrust I buried myself to the hilt. She was impossibly tight, her pussy walls pulsing on my cock in erratic pleasure. Sgt. Donner cried out, back arching deeper, ponytail whipping. I grabbed it.
"Fuck! Yes!"
The others whimpered in unison, fingers clawing at the floor, asses swaying in rhythm. I pulled out slowly, letting her feel every inch, then slammed back in. The wet slap echoed.
I set a punishing pace, hips snapping against Sgt. Donner's ass, her moans rising higher with every thrust.
Matterhorn watched from the corner, jaw clenched.
One by one I claimed them. By the time I returned to Sgt. Donner for a final round, the entire squad was a trembling, moaning mess. Their flushed bodies glistened with sweat and juices.
I gripped Sgt. Donner's ponytail and slammed deep.
"Come for me, Sergeant!"
She shattered, walls clamping down so hard I saw stars. I followed seconds later, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her. The surge of Mana rippled outward. The remaining five girls cried out as secondhand orgasms ripped through them in sympathy.
I pulled out slowly, cum dripping down Sgt. Donner's thighs. The squad collapsed in a satisfied heap.
"You're dangerous, Teddy."
Before I could respond, the door to the outside hallway opened again. Heels clicked sharply on the tile.
Elaine stood in the doorway. She was wearing a revealing purple dress that showed a generous amount of side and underboob, and was cut open until just below her belly button. The dress was also cut with a slit at her thighs.
"Well," she purred. "Someone's been a very busy boy."