The master wasted no time. With a sadistic smile that revealed his sharp teeth, he grabbed Aiz by her blonde, silky hair, pulling hard to force her to kneel before him and the three guards watching over the training area. Her knees hit the hard, dusty floor with a dry impact, making her gasp in pain and surprise.
The tight red dress rode up her pale thighs, revealing her still swollen and reddened pussy from the night before, with traces of moisture glistening under the dim light of the hall.
—Kneel, you noble slut —the master growled, his voice hoarse and laden with contempt—. Show your cuckold husband how you suck cocks for his benefit.
Show him what a whore like you can do for power.
Aiz looked up at me, her blue eyes filled with a love forced by the Oath, but her body trembled visibly, betrayed by the amplified arousal from the Mark of Submission that burned on her skin like an invisible fire.
The guards, muscular commoners with bodies hardened by hard labor and dirty uniforms stained with sweat and dirt, didn't hesitate to pull down their pants. Their hard, veiny cocks sprang free, thick and throbbing, releasing a penetrating smell of male sweat, musk, and primal desire that filled the air like a thick fog.
—Suck, you duke's whore —the master ordered, holding her by the nape and thrusting his thick, veiny cock into her mouth with a brutal shove, without mercy.
Aiz choked instantly, her pink lips stretching around the intrusion, saliva splattering from the corners as she tried to adjust.
The master gave her a hard slap on the cheek, the sound echoing like a whip crack, forcing her to swallow it deeper until the tip brushed her throat.
The guards approached with lascivious smiles, taking turns to claim their share while the master directed the scene like a perverted orchestra conductor.
—Now mine, slut —said the first guard, a burly man with an unkempt beard, grabbing her by the hair and fucking her throat with savage force, his hairy balls slapping against her chin over and over.
Aiz moaned around the cocks invading her mouth, hot tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, but she didn't look away from me. Between gags and gasps, she managed to articulate words of humiliation, her voice muffled but clear: "Allen, look how I suck commoner cocks… your tiny penis would never choke me like this, you useless cuckold. These real dicks fill me, they break me…".
The master spanked her exposed ass with his open palm, leaving red hand-shaped marks that burned on her creamy skin, while the guards slapped her small, firm tits, pinching her pink nipples until they hardened like pearls and she screamed in pain mixed with pleasure.
One of the guards, the boldest, urinated directly into her open mouth while she sucked, the hot, yellowish stream splattering her face, her dress, and the floor, impregnating everything with a strong ammonia smell that made the air even more oppressive.
—Drink, you noble whore —the master growled, holding her head to force her to swallow the hot liquid while the others continued fucking her throat without rest, taking turns in a relentless rhythm.
I watched from my knees, impotent and aroused, masturbating my small, pathetic cock, feeling the humiliating pleasure overwhelm me.
I came on the floor with a stifled moan, my white semen splattering the dirty ground like a mark of my total degradation, while Aiz was used by four cocks like a bitch in heat, beaten and degraded without mercy.
The master finally smiled, satisfied with the show.
—Enough for now. Cuckold, get out. We're going to have some more fun with your fiancée. Go and make the list of the most important and powerful nobles. Give it to me tomorrow, or there will be worse consequences.
I left humiliated, dragging my feet out of the training room, leaving behind Aiz's screams of pleasure mixed with insults and blows. The echo of her moans resonated in my ears: "Yes, harder! Break me like the whore I am!". My semen on the floor was irrefutable proof of my submission.
I leave the training room while still hearing how they beat and insult my fiancée, their deep voices and cruel laughter chasing me through the palace hallways.
I decide to go to my room to start creating the list of the most powerful people who can help me. Without hesitation, I write the first four names on a wrinkled parchment:
• The Duke Wallenstein, Aiz's father.
• The Pope, leader of the church where my other fiancée, the Saint, is.
• My grandfather, the legendary defender of this empire.
• The Asura sect, a powerful martial sect located near the borders of this empire.
I sit thinking about what to do next, my mind spiraling. I don't know what my master plans with this list, but a shiver of anticipation runs through me.
Just as I'm writing, my mother enters the room without warning, her presence filling the space with a floral and maternal aroma that contrasts with my dark thoughts
.
—Son? What are you doing? You seem odd —she says, her voice soft but curious, as she approaches the desk with elegant steps.
I try to hide the list under my arm, but she's quicker and manages to grab it, her eyes scanning the words with an approving smile.
—So you're making a list of important people. There's still time before you become king, so it's good that you're starting to build good relationships with them —she comments, ignoring my clumsiness.
My mind immediately drifts to forbidden thoughts: how I would sell my mother to strengthen those "relationships." Handing her over to my father-in-law, the Duke Wallenstein, or even to my own grandfather, watching her humiliated and used as a flesh offering to gain favors. I imagine her kneeling, her mature curves exposed, moaning under their dominant touches.
—I'm thinking about what to do, mother. For you, who do you think is most important to start with? —I ask, my voice trembling slightly as I can't stop staring at her generous breasts, which rise with each breath under her fitted dress.
My mother sits next to me, her hip brushing mine, and I feel the warmth of her body. "The Duke Wallenstein is good support, but I think first with your grandfather. If he's in agreement that you become the emperor, no one will say anything against you."
I remain thoughtful, absorbing her words, when a system notification arrives, floating in my mind like a divine and perverse message:
[New mission: Give an offering to each of the four on the list.]
[Time limit: 1 year.]
[Reward: Store unlocked.]
[Failure: Destruction of the empire.]
[Additional mission: Gift one of your family members as a concubine to another empire.]
[Time limit: 2 years.]
[Reward: Advance two major ranks and alliance with another empire.]
[Failure: None.]
I look at the two missions that appear out of nowhere and I'm surprised, my pulse racing. I look at my mother and see her as my first option:
gift her to another empire, hand her over as a sexual slave to seal an alliance. She suspects nothing, but she feels the intensity of my gaze on her breasts, which move temptingly with each gesture.
—You've changed a bit, son —she murmurs, with a playful smile, standing up and giving me a small kiss on the forehead. As she leans in, she lets me see the deep cleavage of her large breasts, soft and inviting, almost brushing my face.
—Yesterday I heard Aiz in her room. I didn't think you were so aggressive, hehehehe —she adds with a mischievous wink, as if approving my supposed virility.
My mother leaves the room smiling, leaving me alone with the knowledge that she knows Aiz was humiliated last night, though she thinks I was the one responsible.
The thought excites me even more, imagining her spying, touching herself secretly while hearing the moans.
Nightfall arrives, and my door opens again with a sharp bang. My master enters carrying Aiz over his shoulders like a hunting trophy, her inert body covered in bruises, dried semen, and fluids. He throws her to the floor with force, the impact making her groan weakly.
—There's your fiancée, cuckold. We enjoyed her until exhaustion. Just clean her up —he says with a guttural laugh, kicking her lightly before leaving, leaving a trail of sex and sweat smell.
Aiz lies there, unconscious, her torn dress revealing bite marks on her thighs and breasts, her swollen pussy dripping evidence of her prolonged use. I kneel beside her.