Allen's grandfather, Lord Valthor, the former Warrior King who had been in voluntary seclusion in the forbidden mountains of the north for fifteen years, broke his isolation the very instant a messenger raven informed him of the planned trip to the Asura Sect.
The old monster with silver-white hair and eyes like molten steel emerged from his stone cave without saying a word. His aura was so heavy that birds fell dead from the sky as he passed. In less than an hour he had crossed the entire kingdom and stood in front of the door to his daughter's room, Queen Lilia.
He didn't find her. The bed was made, her perfume still floated in the air, but the queen was gone. Valthor frowned. He sniffed the air like a wolf and detected the trail of semen, sweat, and humiliation coming from the east wing.
He headed to Allen's room. He opened the door without knocking.
What he saw made him stop for a second.
Aiz was sprawled on her grandson's marital bed, completely destroyed. Her naked body glistened under a thick layer of fresh and dried cum. White streams gushed from her gaping pussy and her red, swollen asshole. Her face was a mess: swollen eyes, split lips, black hair stuck to her skull by layers of cum, saliva, and piss.
Five guards were fucking her mercilessly on the royal silk sheets. One was wrecking her pussy, another her ass, two were fucking her mouth at the same time, and the fifth was spitting on her face while slapping her tits.
Aiz moaned, choking, her voice broken:
"More… fuck me more… in my fiancé's bed… I'm just a whore…"
Valthor didn't speak. His right hand moved once. An invisible slash of pure aura cut across the room in the blink of an eye.
The five guards didn't even have time to scream. Their heads rolled to the floor at the same time, cleanly severed from their bodies. Blood splattered the walls and the bed. The bodies fell like sacks. Aiz froze, two cocks still inside her, eyes wide with pure terror.
Valthor entered and closed the door with a gesture. The silence was absolute.
"What is happening here, girl?" he asked in a deep, calm voice, as if he had just asked the time.
Aiz trembled violently. The dead guards' cum kept pouring from her body. She tried to cover herself with her hands but only managed to smear herself more.
"I-it's by orders from Allen's master… Rennar…"
she stammered, her voice broken.
"He ordered me to reward the guards for their loyalty… I… I'm just obeying… I'm Allen's whore… please don't kill me…"
Valthor looked her up and down. His gaze held no lust, only cold contempt.
"And where is my grandson now?"
"In… in Rennar's room, in the east wing… with Queen Lilia… they're… apologizing…"
Valthor disappeared.
A second later he appeared in Rennar's room.
The scene he found was even more degrading than he had imagined.
Allen was completely naked, on all fours on the floor, his face buried between his mother's ass cheeks.
Lilia, the queen, was also on all fours, ass raised, her pussy and asshole dripping semen and piss. Rennar was sitting in a chair, his feet resting on Lilia's back like she was a human footstool. Garrick was behind Allen, fucking his ass hard while pulling his hair.
Lilia moaned like a bitch:
"Thank you, master… thank you for pissing in your queen's mouth… thank you for fucking my faggot son's ass in front of me…"
Allen licked desperately at his mother's asshole, swallowing the cum Rennar had left there minutes earlier.
"Lick deeper, cuckold prince," Rennar mocked. "Suck out with your tongue everything I put in your mother's ass."
Garrick slapped Allen's buttocks hard, leaving red marks.
"Look how your 6 cm cock drips, faggot. You can't even cum like a man."
At that exact instant Valthor released his aura.
The air became heavy as lead. An invisible pressure crushed everyone to the floor.
Garrick didn't even have time to pull his cock out of Allen's ass: his heart exploded inside his chest. He fell dead instantly, his cock still inside Allen. Rennar was slammed against the wall, body bent, vomiting blood, but alive… for now.
Allen and Lilia were crushed to the floor, naked, covered in fluids, trembling.
Allen reacted first. With his body aching from his grandfather's aura pressure, he crawled like a worm to Valthor's feet. He prostrated himself completely, forehead against the floor, his ass still open and dripping Garrick's cum.
"Grandfather…" he moaned, his voice broken with absolute shame. "Forgive me… I'm a pathetic cuckold… I let them humiliate my mother and my fiancée… I let commoners fuck my ass… look at me… I'm worse than my father…"
Lilia, beside him, also crawled. Her large tits dragged across the dirty floor, her platinum blonde hair stuck to her face with cum and piss.
"Father…" she whispered, crying. "I have failed… I have become a commoner's whore… I have let them use my son like a bitch… forgive me…"
Valthor looked at the scene in silence for long seconds. Then he let out a low, deep laugh full of contempt.
"Ha… ha ha ha… Just look at this. The grandson I raised to be king, prostrated like a whore, licking cum from his own mother's ass. You're so much like your father… that useless man who also let himself be corrupted by women and easy power. In the end you're both equally weak. Cuckolds by nature."
Allen lifted his face a little, tears of humiliation running down his cheeks.
"Grandfather… yes… I'm weak… I'm a faggot… a hopeless cuckold… but… but I like it… I like watching them use my mother… how they use me…"
Valthor stepped closer. His boot pressed down on Allen's head, crushing his face against the floor.
"You like it? You really like living like this? Being the prince who offers his queen mother and his fiancée as cheap whores? Who lets guards fuck his ass while he licks cum from his own mother's pussy?"
Allen moaned against the floor, his small cock dripping again.
"Yes… grandfather… I like it… it's the only thing that makes me feel alive…"
Valthor lifted his boot. He looked at Lilia, who remained prostrated, ass raised, cum leaking from both holes.
"And you, daughter… do you also enjoy being a commoner's whore?"
Lilia sobbed.
"Yes… father… I'm a fallen queen… a whore without pride… please… humiliate me too if you want…"
Valthor let out another cold laugh.
"Pathetic. You're both pathetic."
He sat down in the chair Rennar had occupied earlier. Rennar remained on the floor, coughing blood, unable to move because of the aura.
The grandfather looked Allen straight in the eyes.
"Tell me the truth, grandson. Do you really want a life like this? Do you want to continue being the kingdom's official cuckold? Do you want your mother and your fiancée to be fucked by anyone while you lick up the leftovers?"
Allen swallowed hard. His voice came out shaky but sincere.
"Yes… grandfather… I want it… but… but I don't know if I'm strong enough to bear it alone…"
Valthor smiled for the first time. A dangerous, dark smile.
"Then listen to me carefully. I will be your new master. Not like that piece-of-shit commoner," he pointed at Rennar with contempt. "I will teach you what it means to be a true cuckold. I will teach you to enjoy the deepest humiliation, to offer your mother and your fiancée to worthy men, not to shitty guards. I will turn you into the most powerful cuckold king this kingdom has ever seen. But in exchange… you will obey me in everything. Your mother, your fiancée, and your ass will belong to me too."
Allen felt a shiver of absolute excitement and terror run through his body. He looked at his mother, who watched him with glassy eyes.
"Grandfather… I accept… please… be my master…"
Valthor stood up. His aura calmed slightly.
"Good. We'll start right now. Lilia, come here. Get on your knees and suck my cock while your son licks the cum you still have in your ass. I want to see how far this family depravity goes."
Lilia immediately crawled toward her father. Allen crawled behind her, his face buried between her ass cheeks once more.