I slowly rose after kissing my mother's bare foot. Her perfect toes, soft and lightly perfumed, still held the warmth of my mouth.
I lifted my gaze and found her standing before me: beautiful, imposing, wearing that expression halfway between nervous and calculating that always made my cock throb.
"Thank you, Mother…" I murmured, almost trembling. "I hope you'll help me with everything I need."
She simply smiled. A slow, dangerous smile full of secrets. Her eyes, the same color as mine, traveled over me as if she already knew every filthy thought running through my head.
"What you want is pleasure, son. You're using this to climb onto the throne… but that's fine. You're my blood. I'll support you. For now," she added in a lower voice, "tell me all your plans."
I sat down in front of her dark wooden desk, my hands sweaty on my thighs. I took a deep breath and began to speak:
"I was thinking of forming a solid alliance with the Asura Sect. A grand tournament to strengthen ties… and, obviously, hand over Aiz. That would reinforce everything. Even…" I swallowed hard, "…if you're willing too, Mother…"
The last words came out almost as a whisper. My heart hammered.
My mother's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Her expression shifted from curiosity to cold seriousness in less than a second.
"The Asura Sect?" she repeated, as if the name burned her tongue. "You don't know what happened with that sect, do you? I'll tell you."
I froze, listening with absolute attention.
"Your father went on a mission with the former master of the sect. He was supposedly killed there… but when the master returned, he was completely unharmed. Not a scratch. Not a single mark. Ever since then I've been investigating whether he betrayed us… or whether your father is still alive, locked away somewhere dark in that cursed sect."
The silence that followed was thick, the System was offering me a new mission:
[New Mission:
Allow your mother to be publicly raped and humiliated by the former master of the Asura Sect—the man who betrayed and imprisoned your father.
Reward: Release of your father + Elixir of Absolute Submission.]
A shiver ran through my entire body. My father was alive… and I was about to hand my own mother over to the monster who had locked him away.
"I didn't know, Mother…" I lied halfway, my voice hoarse. "But they're still a powerful ally. What should I do? What if my father really is still alive with them?"
My mother stayed silent for a few seconds, thoughtful. Then she sighed and looked straight into my eyes.
"I don't know, son. It's your decision. I'll only follow what you order. If you want to give me to them…" her cheeks flushed with a faint blush, "…I would feel it's the greatest humiliation possible for our family… but I'll be honest with you."
She lowered her voice to a wet whisper:
"It excites me a little."
I watched as her right hand slowly slid between her thighs, pressing hard against her sex over the dress.
Her legs closed around her own hand, as if trying to contain the heat already beginning to bloom.
I swallowed. My small cock throbbed painfully inside my pants.
"I'll think about it, Mother…" I managed to say. "I'll go find Aiz. I don't know where she is."
I stood up almost fleeing the office. In the hallway, my personal guard was waiting with a lewd smile that said everything. He knew perfectly well what had happened with my fiancée.
"Do you know where my fiancée is?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
The guard looked me in the eyes without a trace of shame.
"She's in the guards' residential wing, my lord… sucking cocks. I never imagined your fiancée would be such a whore. They're taking turns fucking her mouth and she won't stop. Looks like she loves it."
I stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, picturing the scene: Aiz on her knees, surrounded by hard cocks, her face smeared with saliva and semen, moaning as they shoved it down her throat. My treacherous little cock grew fully hard, straining against the fabric of my pants.
And the worst part… or the best part… was that I loved it.
I walked through the castle corridors with my cock still hard and aching, throbbing inside my pants. Every step made the fabric rub against the sensitive head, but I didn't dare touch myself. Not yet.
I reached the guards' residential wing: a wide area with low ceilings and the smell of sweat, leather, and sex. The noise hit me before I saw anything: wet moans, crude laughter, the unmistakable sound of a mouth working desperately.
There she was.
Aiz, my fiancée, on her knees in the center of the common room. Completely naked except for the white thigh-high stockings. Her long red hair was plastered to her face with sweat and cum. Her mouth was open like a well-trained whore, taking one thick cock after another. Two guards held her head, mercilessly fucking her throat. Three more waited their turn, stroking themselves slowly, laughing.
Fresh, thick semen ran down her chin, her neck, and between her tits. A white puddle had already formed on the floor between her knees.
One of the guards saw me at the door and burst out laughing.
"Look who's here… the future king."
Aiz turned her head with difficulty, the cock still buried halfway down her throat. Her eyes met mine. For a second I saw shame… but only for a second. Then she smiled around the dick choking her and, with a hoarse, drooling voice, murmured:
"Allen… wait just a moment, please… I'm almost done with my daily task."
I swallowed. I nodded without saying a word.
I sat on a wooden bench against the wall. Thirty minutes. Thirty fucking minutes in which the guards didn't stop fucking her mouth, cumming on her face, making her lick their balls and asses.
Every time one finished, she swallowed with audible pleasure, opened her mouth to show me everything had disappeared, and then asked for the next.
And the whole time, they looked at me. They laughed. They made loud comments:
"Look how hard the cuck is getting."
"His fiancée swallows more cum than a dockside whore."
"Hey, prince, want us to save you some so you can taste it?"
I stayed still, hands clenched on my knees, my small, treacherous cock leaking pre-cum inside my pants.
Finally, the last guard grunted and shot a thick rope straight onto her tongue. Aiz kept it in her mouth without swallowing.
She stood up unsteadily, legs trembling, her body glistening with sweat and semen. She walked toward me slowly, leaving white footprints on the floor.
She stopped in front of me. Her face was a mask of cum: cheeks, nose, eyelashes, everything covered. She opened her mouth slowly.
Inside was an obscene amount of fresh, mixed, still-warm semen. She hadn't swallowed it.
She leaned down, took my face in both hands, and kissed me.
The kiss was deep, filthy, obscene. She pushed the entire thick load of other men's cum straight into my mouth with her tongue. It tasted salty, bitter, hot. She made me taste it. Made me mix it with my own saliva.
When she pulled away, a white string hung between our lips.
"All done, my love…" she whispered against my mouth, her voice sweet and broken.
"Today I completed my daily task. I drank the cum of every guard in the castle. Thirty-seven cocks… and I swallowed every last drop. I only saved this final load… to give it to you."
She smiled, licking her cum-covered lips.
"I'm a good fiancée, aren't I?"
At that exact moment, without her touching me even once, my small cock gave a violent spasm inside my pants. A dry, humiliating orgasm tore through me. Weak spurts of hot semen soaked my underwear while I moaned against her mouth, trembling like a dog.
Aiz let out a low, satisfied giggle and licked the remaining semen from her lips.
"Good boy…" she whispered. "My little cuck came just from hearing how much of a whore I am."