The morning sun was harsh, exposing every detail of the debauchery. Kael lay back against the headboard, his hands behind his head, watching the scene with the cold, calculating eye of a king surveying his spoils.
Silas and Lyra.
Mother and daughter.
Both on their hands and knees, their faces inches from his crotch. Lyra was enthusiastic, her head bobbing up and down, taking his cock deep into her throat with wet, gagging sounds. Silas, below her, was reluctantly dutiful. Her tongue dragged along the underside of his shaft, licking the spots Lyra couldn't reach, her eyes squeezed shut as if she could block out the reality of what she was doing.
"Suck the balls, Silas," Kael commanded, his voice rough with sleep and arousal.
Silas flinched. She hesitated for a second, her pride flaring. Kael reached down, grabbing a fistful of her damp hair.
"Did I stutter?"
"N-no," Silas whispered, her voice trembling.
She lowered her head. Her soft lips pressed against his sack. She took one testicle into her mouth, rolling it gently with her tongue, sucking with a wet, sloppy noise.
Slurp.
"Good," Kael groaned. The sensation was divine. "Look at you. The Matriarch. Sucking a boy's balls while your daughter chokes on his cock."
Lyra pulled off his cock with a gasp, saliva dripping from her chin. She looked at her mother with a glazed, almost manic adoration.
"Mommy, you look so pretty like that," Lyra moaned, reaching out to touch Silas's cheek. "Doesn't she, Master?"
"She looks like what she is," Kael said. "A tool."
He grabbed Lyra by the waist. "Get on."
Lyra didn't need to be told twice. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her pussy, wet and ready, hovered over his erect penis. The lips were pink and swollen, dripping with anticipation.
She sank down.
"Aaaahhh..." Lyra moaned, throwing her head back as he filled her. "So big... oh god, Master, you're so deep!"
Kael grabbed her hips, controlling her pace. He began to thrust upward, lifting her slight body with his hips.
PAM! PAM! PAM!
"Silas," Kael grunted, never breaking his rhythm. "Sit on my face."
Silas froze. The humiliation of being fucked in the ass was one thing, but this—this was a level of servitude that stripped away every ounce of dignity she had left.
"Please... Kael... don't make me—"
"Do it," he snarled. "Or I throw you both out and tell the Hart family where you are. They'd love to get their hands on Elena's sister."
The threat hit home. Silas's face went pale. She climbed onto the bed, positioning her knees on either side of his head. She looked down, seeing his heterochromatic eyes staring up at her, glowing with hunger.
"Lower," he ordered.
Silas lowered her hips. Her pussy, still sore and leaking a trickle of cum from the night before, hovered inches from his mouth. The scent of her arousal and his seed filled his nostrils.
Kael didn't wait. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her down onto his face.
His tongue attacked her clit.
"AH!" Silas gasped, her hands shooting out to steady herself against the headboard. "Oh! Oh god!"
The sensation was electric. His tongue was rough, skilled, and relentless. He lapped at her folds, sucking the mixture of their fluids into his mouth. The [Dhampir] bloodline made the taste intoxicating.
He feasted on her while he pounded Lyra.
The room was filled with a symphony of sin. The wet slap of skin on skin. The slurping of his mouth. The dual moans of mother and daughter, harmonizing in a chorus of depravity.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Master!" Lyra screamed, bouncing on his cock.
"Don't stop... please..." Silas moaned, grinding her hips against his face, her body betraying her mind.
Kael felt the energy flowing. The [Soul Resonance Dual Cultivation] technique kicked into overdrive. He was draining them both. Their vitality, their mana, their very essence rushed into him.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Dual Cultivation Active.
Targets: Lyra Lockwood, Silas Lockwood.
Essence Absorption Rate: High.
XP Gained: 1500.
Mana Restored: 100%.
He felt his strength surging. He was a beast, a monster fueled by their pleasure.
He lifted Lyra off him suddenly and shoved Silas backward onto the bed.
"Switch," he commanded.
The women scrambled to obey. Lyra lay on her back, spreading her legs, showing her gaping, wet pussy. Silas was forced onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air, exposed and vulnerable.
Kael moved behind Silas. He didn't aim for her pussy this time. He aimed for her ass again.
"Time to stretch you out permanently, Silas."
"No... wait! I'm too sore!"
"Then scream."
He thrust in.
PAM!
"AAAAHHH!" Silas screamed into the mattress.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. "Look at your daughter. Look at how wet she is watching you get fucked."
Silas forced her eyes open. She saw Lyra furiously rubbing her clit, watching her mother get sodomized with a look of pure ecstasy.
"Mommy looks so good, Master!" Lyra moaned.
Kael began to hammer into Silas. The tightness was agonizing, but the pain sent jolts of twisted pleasure through her body. She felt him hitting a spot deep inside, a spot that made her toes curl.
"I'm... I'm cumming!" Silas screamed, her body shaking.
"Cum for me, you broken whore!"
"AAAAHHH!"
Silas collapsed, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm. Kael didn't stop. He rode her through it, using her body for his own pleasure.
He felt the pressure building. He pulled out of her ass and aimed his cock at Lyra's face.
"Open," he grunted.
Lyra opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out.
Kael stroked his shaft twice.
SPLASH!
Thick, hot ropes of cum exploded from his cock, spraying across Lyra's face and into her mouth. He aimed lower, coating Silas's back and ass with the rest.
"Mark your territory," Kael growled.
He fell back onto the bed, panting.
SYSTEM NOTIFICATION
Level Up!
Level 63 → Level 65!
Current Level: 65 (C-Rank)
Vitality Increased.
Strength Increased.
New Title Acquired: [Harem Lord].
Effect: +20% efficiency in Dual Cultivation with multiple partners.
The room fell silent, save for the heavy breathing of the three occupants.
Kael looked at the two women. Silas was curled into a ball, cum drying on her skin, her eyes staring at nothing. Lyra was licking the cum off her lips, crawling over to nuzzle against Kael's side.
"Where is Arthur?" Kael asked suddenly.
Silas flinched at the name. "He... he left," she whispered. "Early this morning. He packed a bag and... ran."
"He knows he's not needed here," Kael said dismissively. He sat up, the exhaustion gone, replaced by a cold, sharp energy.
"Good," Kael said. "It saves me the trouble of killing him."
He stood up, his naked body glistening with sweat.
"Get dressed," he ordered, his voice shifting from lover to commander. "Both of you."
Silas looked up, confused. "What?"
"The Harts think I'm dead or buried in a dungeon," Kael said, walking toward the bathroom. "And Morgan Whitmore thinks I'm still a broken toy."
He turned back, his eyes glowing.
"I'm hungry," Kael said. "And today... I'm going to start collecting my debts."
He paused at the doorway.
"Silas. You're going to call Morgan. You're going to tell her you have something she wants. A 'new specimen' with a unique bloodline."
Silas's eyes widened. "You want me to lure her here?"
"I want you to set the table," Kael corrected. "I'm having the Whitmore heiress for dinner."
He walked into the shower.