After all the nobles were escorted out of the cafeteria, Jayce stepped forward. His voice was friendly, but his smile carried a mysterious undertone, as if he knew something the others didn't.
"Congratulations once again," he said, projecting his voice easily. "We're leaving now. We've prepared a special dinner—enjoy it. The ship will arrive in three months, so don't slack off in your training. Take the day off. In two days, we'll begin the officer selection trials."
A spontaneous cheer erupted among the commoners, grateful not only for the opportunity they had earned, but for the undeniable respect they now commanded.
As Jayce and the soldiers departed, a procession of chefs—an army of white aprons—poured into the cafeteria, carrying steaming trays. On long wooden tables, they spread out a feast: roasted lamb dripping with spiced juices, mountains of golden, crispy bread, frothy broths, jugs brimming with blood-red wine, and piles of sugar-crusted fruits. The air was heavy with the mouthwatering scent of meat, sweet spices, and melted butter.
The commoners, giddy with excitement, cleared a space at the center of the hall, forming an impromptu circle. They wanted the twelve heroes—the champions—to say a few words.
After a thunderous round of applause, William was pushed to the front.
With a calm demeanor, he grabbed a bottle of wine, lifted it above his head, and, smiling sincerely, spoke:
"This achievement isn't mine alone. It belongs to all of you. Thank you for trusting us... for trusting me. This victory proves what we can achieve when we fight together. For the future we will build with our own hands!"
The crowd roared. William popped the cork off the bottle with a swift motion, took a generous swig, and offered the first toast of the night.
The party exploded like a bursting dam.
The food was divine, the drink endless. Jugs of wine and beer passed from hand to hand; laughter and songs filled the air. The twelve candidates were at the center of it all: hugs, pats on the back, grateful tears surrounding them.
As the night wore on, alcohol worked its magic.
When bodies began to sway and tables turned into makeshift thrones of camaraderie, several young women—giggling and whispering—offered to accompany the twelve to their new quarters, claiming that their belongings had already been moved to the former noble section.
But they didn't guide them to simple rooms. Oh no.
After walking through dimly lit corridors, they opened heavy double doors, revealing a large, luxurious hall: plush beds, red velvet curtains, crystal chandeliers casting a warm, lascivious glow.
The atmosphere turned thick, charged with raw desire.
The girls—mostly dark-skinned, with voluptuous bodies and luscious lips—began undressing with the ease of priestesses offering sacred rites. Clothes fell like a silent ritual: firm breasts, hard nipples, toned thighs, dripping, pulsing pussies offered without shame under the sensual light.
William was claimed by two women, both unusually pale for commoners. Their firm breasts and round asses looked sculpted for sin.
One dropped to her knees immediately, unfastening his pants and freeing his throbbing erection. Without hesitation, she slid her wet tongue along his shaft, licking him eagerly. The other climbed onto his chest, grinding her soaking pussy against his abs, leaving a hot, slippery trail.
William growled, grabbing the head of the one sucking him, forcing her to take him deep into her throat. Meanwhile, the other impatiently lowered herself onto his cock, moaning as she slowly took him inch by inch.
Dixon, meanwhile, was surrounded by three dark-skinned beauties fighting for his attention. One mounted his face, grinding her pussy against his open mouth as she moaned obscenely. Another massaged his balls with quick, expert hands, while the third rode his thick cock wildly, her ass slapping against his hips.
Dixon wasn't shy: he sucked the clit of the girl on his face while pounding into the one riding him, gripping the thighs of the third one tightly.
Thom, more brutal, took two girls at once. Holding them by the hips, he bent them over on the bed. He rammed into one with a single brutal thrust while the other watched, gasping in excitement. His rhythm was savage; the girl's ass trembled under every powerful slam.
"More! Harder, Thom!" they both screamed, panting with broken moans.
When Thom neared his climax, he pulled out, and the second girl spread her legs eagerly, begging him to fill her too.
Cedric, the shyest, was dragged away by two giggling girls to a bed. One sat on his chest, grinding her hot pussy against his skin while the other stroked and licked his cock softly, teasing him to full hardness.
When Cedric reacted, he did so with a hunger he hadn't known he had: he flipped one of them over, grabbed her hips, and impaled her with a clumsy but powerful thrust, drawing a choked scream from her. He learned fast; his tongue, at first awkward, soon became voracious, making the girl grind against his mouth desperately.
Theo, always reserved, finally lost control. Three girls surrounded him, kissing him, licking his neck, caressing his chest. One dropped between his legs, swallowing his cock to the base, while another rubbed herself desperately against his thigh, and the third kissed him hungrily.
When Theo reached his limit, he threw one girl onto the bed and slammed into her with a single thrust, while the others licked his balls and urged him on with breathless moans. The girl he was fucking offered her ass, pleading:
"Please, Theo... break my ass too!"
The orgy exploded like a wild river.
William grabbed the blonde girl by the hair, forcing her to kneel next to her friend. Both opened their mouths, tongues out, eager. William roared as he came, splattering their faces with hot, thick cum. The girls moaned happily, kissing each other afterward, sharing his seed.
Dixon switched partners, pounding into a smaller girl now. Every brutal thrust made her scream and arch off the mattress. When he came, he emptied himself deep into her tight ass, enjoying the sight of his cum dripping lazily down her trembling thighs.
Thom, unleashed, shoved his cock deep into one girl's ass while thrusting three fingers into the other's pussy, making them squirt and moan uncontrollably.
Cedric, still clumsy but tireless, came in one girl's mouth while the other kept grinding desperately against him.
Theo, his face shining with feminine juices, simply kept devouring them until his cock hardened again.
The hall reeked of sex: of sweat, of fluids, of spilled wine, of raw, filthy pleasure.
The girls moaned, laughed, crawled from bed to bed, begging for more, seeking another cock, another tongue, another hand to make them explode again.
It was a night of pure, unbridled debauchery.
Finally, when the first rays of dawn painted the curtains orange, the exhausted bodies lay scattered across the hall: bellies smeared with cum, mouths half-open, thighs spread, asses still gaping and leaking the remnants of madness.
William, with one girl sleeping on his chest and another lazily licking his still-sensitive tip, thought with deep satisfaction:
"Fuck the nobles... Tonight, we were kings."