The dawn arrived, bathing in light the absolute disaster left behind after the orgy.
Overturned cups, sticky little puddles of spilled wine, colorful underwear scattered everywhere like it had rained lace thongs.
The hall looked like the battlefield of the gods of pleasure.
William, half-naked, sat up among the disheveled cushions, scratching his chest.
At his feet was a tiny red thong, so small it seemed like a provocation in itself.
The lace was torn at the side, stained with shiny fluids.
He picked it up between two fingers, smiling.
"Wonder who the owner of this beauty was," he murmured.
Thom, lying on his back with two girls clinging to his neck like stuffed animals, let out a grunt and waved him away lazily.
Dixon, completely naked except for a leather bracelet on his wrist, was sitting on a couch, devouring an apple like it was a champion's breakfast.
"I think it belonged to the blonde with the huge tits," he said with his mouth full. "The one who came all over my face last night."
"The one who screamed 'Harder, you bastard!'?" Theo called out from the floor.
Everyone burst out laughing.
As they cleaned up the wreckage, each of them kept finding trophies: violet thongs barely bigger than a handkerchief, black lace bras so sheer they barely hid anything, garter belts still half attached.
Cedric, red as a tomato, found a tiny white thong stuck in the back of a couch.
He stared at it like it was a sacred relic.
"Are you gonna pray to it or rub it all over your face?" Dixon teased, throwing a pillow at him.
The mood was perfect: loose, shameless, intimate.
They hadn't had a day off in three months — their training regimen forced them to work without rest — so they were going to make the most out of this day.
They set up a clothing obstacle race between overturned chairs and tables.
Every time someone tripped, they had to lose another piece of clothing... though most of them were already running around with their cocks swinging and the girls wearing nothing but tiny pastel-colored thongs.
The lace quivered with every step.
Some girls wore lingerie sets so provocative they seemed made to be ripped off: hot pink thongs, sky-blue lace bras, black lace corsets clinging to their sweaty, gleaming skin.
A mischievous-eyed brunette wore an emerald green set that looked painted onto her body; the lace hugged her firm tits like it refused to let go.
One group of girls challenged each other to remove their bras one by one, exposing their breasts to the sun.
Their nipples, hard as stones, stood out against the ripped and dampened lace.
Another girl, a freckled redhead, wore only a black thong and nothing else.
Every time she laughed, the lace barely managed to cover her glistening wet lips.
And the day had only just begun.
William grinned, looking around: the girls weren't far.
Some bathed naked in the lake, others chatted and giggled, always casting glances heavy with desire toward them.
That's when William saw one of last night's blondes — the one who had begged him to fill her up until she overflowed.
The girl was playing with her wet hair, laughing shyly near the water.
William motioned with two fingers.
"You. Come here."
The blonde obeyed instantly, walking barefoot over the grass, her nipples hard from the cool breeze, her pussy still glistening from her bath.
As she approached, Dixon had already gotten up too, a grin of pure lust on his face.
"What do you say, brother? Should we take turns or share her?" Dixon said, winking at William.
"Share her," William licked his lips.
The girl trembled with anticipation, biting her lower lip, knowing exactly what was coming.
William was the first to strip off the rest of his clothes, letting his hard, hungry cock spring free.
Dixon followed, his thick, veiny member throbbing with desire.
They sat her down on a cushion by the fire.
They positioned her on all fours like a bitch in heat, while the others — Thom, Cedric, and Theo — lounged back laughing, drinking, and betting how long she'd last before passing out from pleasure.
William placed himself behind her, aiming his cock at her reddened, dripping pussy.
Dixon, wasting no time, knelt beside him, stroking the girl's white ass, which was offered without shame.
"Spread those legs wide, beauty... We're about to give you something you'll never forget," William growled as he shoved his cock into her wet pussy, drawing a muffled scream from her.
The girl gasped, clawing into the cushion.
"My turn," Dixon grunted.
Holding his thick cock at the base, Dixon aimed at the tight pink little asshole trembling before him.
Without warning, he spit on her anus, spread it with two fingers, and started pushing his swollen head in.
The girl screamed, a wild mixture of pain and ecstasy, as both men impaled her at once — William in her pussy, Dixon in her ass.
The others whistled and clapped.
"Fuck yeah, break her in half!" Thom roared, lifting his bottle.
"Make sure she can't walk for a week!" Cedric laughed loudly.
William and Dixon moved in sync, thrusting in and out, trapping her body between theirs, making her shake like a leaf in the wind.
The blonde's filthy moans filled the air.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried out, tears of pure pleasure streaming down her face.
William growled, burying himself deeper, feeling her pussy clutch his cock like a hungry beast.
Dixon gripped her hips harder, his cock swelling inside her tight little ass.
With a roar, both of them came almost at the same time: William flooding her hot cunt, Dixon overflowing her ass, spilling their loads deep inside her.
The girl collapsed onto the cushion, trembling violently, their mixed cum leaking from her used holes.
William and Dixon bumped fists, laughing like satisfied savages.
"That's how it's fucking done, brother!" Dixon roared.
"That's how you mark a grateful little slut!" William added, laughing.
The others kept laughing, cheered on by the scene.
The afternoon was filled with laughter, screams of pleasure, and naked bodies shining under the sun.
Later, lying again by the campfire, the group fell silent for a while, staring at the crackling embers.
"Did you ever imagine this?" Thom finally asked, breaking the silence. "That we'd make it this far?"
"Not even in my wildest dreams," Cedric murmured, still wearing an incredulous smile.
William took a long drink of wine before speaking.
"We suffered like dogs... They treated us like shit our whole lives..." he clenched his fists for a moment. "But now... now we're something else.
We're the ones who saved these women.
We're the strength of this place."
"And we're just getting started," Theo added seriously. "We're not just gonna become officers.
We're going to become something much bigger."
The others nodded, the flames reflected in their determined eyes.
For a moment, the wind carried the sounds of laughter and moans from other gardens, where other commoners were also enjoying their day off.
William gazed up at the starry sky.
"No more chains."
"No more humiliation."
"This world will be ours."
And with that certainty burned deep into their souls, one by one the group drifted off to sleep, embraced by the heat of the fire, with the echoes of laughter, sex, and victory filling their dreams.
One of those days that never repeats.