The morning sun had risen, casting a golden glow through the heavy curtains of the master bedroom, but the atmosphere inside was anything but holy. The air was thick with the musk of sex, sweat, and the metallic tang of mana.
Silas lay on her stomach, her face buried in the pillows, her hips propped up by Kael's hands. Her back was a map of red scratches and bite marks, evidence of the hours of "punishment" she had endured. Her pussy, swollen and red, leaked a steady stream of white cum onto the sheets, pooling beneath her.
Kael was still hard. The [Draconic Bloodline] granted him stamina that bordered on the supernatural, and the [Soul Resonance Dual Cultivation] technique was feeding him a constant stream of energy.
SYSTEM STATUS
HOST: KAEL
LEVEL: 61 (C-RANK)
MANA: 4500/5500
XP TO LEVEL 62: 400
"You're learning," Kael murmured, slapping her ass cheek. The sound was sharp, echoing in the room. "Your body is starting to crave it. The energy flow is smoother when you stop fighting."
Silas didn't respond with words. She let out a low, shame-filled moan, her fingers clutching the sheets. The hours of forced orgasms had broken her mind's defenses, leaving her body hypersensitive and receptive.
Suddenly, the door handle rattled.
It was unlocked. Kael had left it that way on purpose.
"Silas?"
The voice was tentative. Weak.
Arthur Lockwood.
The door creaked open. Arthur stepped in, holding a cup of coffee, looking like he hadn't slept. "Silas, dear, I heard noises... are you o—"
The cup shattered on the floor. Coffee splashed across the expensive rug.
Arthur froze. His eyes went wide, his jaw slack.
He saw his wife—his powerful, cold, elegant wife—naked on the bed, her ass in the air, covered in marks. And behind her, looming over her like a conquering god, was the boy from the garden. The tournament winner. The stray.
Kael didn't stop. He didn't cover himself. He simply turned his head and looked at Arthur.
"Morning, Arthur," Kael said calmly. "You're early. I wasn't expecting the audience for another hour."
"Y-you..." Arthur stammered, his face turning pale, then red. "Get off her! Get off my wife!"
He charged forward, raising a fist.
Kael didn't even pull out. He simply flicked his wrist.
[TELEKINESIS: PUSH]
A wave of invisible force slammed into Arthur. He was lifted off his feet and thrown backward, crashing into the heavy armchair in the corner of the room.
THUD.
"Stay," Kael commanded. He infused his voice with [King's Charisma].
Arthur tried to stand, but his body wouldn't obey. His limbs felt heavy, glued to the chair. He could only watch, trembling, his eyes wide with horror.
"Now," Kael said, turning his attention back to Silas. He leaned forward, pressing his chest against her back, his mouth near her ear. "We have a viewer. Don't disappoint him, Silas."
Silas's head snapped up. She saw Arthur in the chair, looking at her with a mix of terror and betrayal.
"No..." she gasped, her face burning with humiliation. "Arthur... don't look... please..."
"He's going to watch," Kael whispered darkly. "He's going to watch you cum harder than he ever made you cum."
Kael pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of her well-lubricated pussy with a wet pop. But he didn't thrust back in.
Instead, he moved the head of his penis lower. He pressed it against the tight, puckered ring of her asshole.
Silas stiffened. "No! Kael! Not there! I've never—!"
"Never?" Kael laughed. "Arthur hasn't claimed this territory? How negligent."
"Please! It won't fit! You'll tear me!"
"It will fit," Kael growled. "Because I say it will."
He pushed.
The head of his cock, slick with her juices and his cum, pressed against the resistant muscle. Silas screamed into the pillow, her hands tearing at the fabric.
PAM.
With a sudden, brutal thrust, the head popped inside.
"AAAAAAHHHHH!"
The scream was different this time. Higher. It was a mix of sharp pain and overwhelming fullness. Her asshole was incredibly tight, gripping his shaft like a vice, spasming around the intrusion.
"Oh god... oh god... take it out! It's too big!" Silas sobbed.
Arthur watched, tears streaming down his face. "Stop! You're hurting her! Please!"
Kael ignored him. He savored the tightness. The heat of her bowels was different from her pussy—drier, hotter, gripping him with an intensity that made his toes curl. He pushed deeper, inch by inch, stretching her virgin passage open.
"Look at him, Silas," Kael commanded, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up. "Look at your husband while I claim your ass."
Silas forced her eyes open. She met Arthur's gaze. She saw the pity. The horror.
And then, Kael bottomed out.
His balls rested against her wet pussy. He was fully inside her ass.
"Move," he grunted.
He began to thrust.
SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.
The friction was intense. The pleasure was different—deeper, more taboo. Silas's screams slowly began to change pitch.
The [Soul Resonance] technique kicked in. The pain of the stretching was converted into raw, chaotic energy that fed directly into her nervous system. The curse of the Dhampir bloodline—pleasure from pain.
"Uh... uh... uh..." Silas grunted, her eyes rolling back.
"Does it hurt?" Kael asked, slamming into her.
"Yes!" she cried.
"Does it feel good?"
"...Yes!" she screamed, the shame crushing her. "Yes! It feels good! I'm sorry, Arthur! It feels so good!"
Arthur sobbed, slumping in the chair. He watched his wife, the Matriarch, thrusting her hips backward to meet the boy's cock.
"Make him watch," Kael growled. "Make him watch how a real man takes you."
He reached around and grabbed her clit, pinching it hard.
"AAAAHHH! I'M CUMMING!"
Silas exploded. Her asshole clamped down on Kael's cock, milking him furiously. She squirted, her fluids spraying onto his thighs.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Level Up!
Level 61 → 62!
Level Up!
Level 62 → 63!
Current Level: 63 (C-RANK)
Mana Reserves Expanded: +200
Vitality Increased: +50
Kael felt the rush of power. He didn't stop. He kept pounding her ass through her orgasm, the sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing like a gunshot.
"You're mine, Silas," Kael roared. "Say it!"
"I'm yours!" Silas screamed, her face twisted in a mask of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "I'm your slut! I'm your whore! Fill my ass! Please!"
Arthur watched his wife beg. He watched her breasts bounce violently as the boy used her. He watched her face—a face he had never seen in all their years of marriage. A face of total, satisfied surrender.
Something inside Arthur snapped.
The ambition, the jealousy, the pretense of being the head of the house—it all crumbled. He realized the truth. He was nothing. This boy was a monster. And his wife... his wife was this monster's property.
Kael roared, burying himself to the hilt in her bowels. He came, blasting rope after rope of hot cum deep into her ass.
Silas screamed one last time, her body convulsing as she felt the heat flooding her insides.
They collapsed.
Kael lay on top of her, panting, his cock still twitching inside her. He turned his head to look at Arthur.
Arthur was staring blankly at the wall, his mouth slightly open, drool leaking from the corner of his lips. His eyes were empty.
"Looks like he enjoyed the show," Kael panted, pulling out of Silas with a wet sound. A stream of cum flowed from her gaping asshole.
Silas didn't move. She just lay there, trembling, a satisfied, broken smile on her face.
"System," Kael thought. "Clean up. And prepare for the next phase."
He looked at the empty shell of a man in the chair.
"Time to make this family official."