In a bright crystal-lit chamber deep within the Vossara Clan's royal quarters, Seryth Vossara lay motionless on a wide silk bed. Her pink hair was damp with fever sweat, her beautiful face twisted in pain even while unconscious. The Viper Plague had taken hold again, draining her strength like a slow poison.
Beside the bed sat her younger sister, Lucia Vossara. She was completely naked, her soft, marshmallow-like breasts resting heavily against her thighs as she gently wiped Seryth's forehead with a cool cloth. Her own pinkish skin glowed under the crystal light, long dark hair cascading down her back. She looked every bit the royal Viper .... gorgeous, powerful, and worried.
"Sister… why do you always do this?" Lucia whispered, voice thick with frustration and love. "You left without telling anyone. I know you're in pain. I know you want to free us from this plague, but why do you always throw yourself into danger like some reckless fool? You're the Queen. We need you alive."
She leaned closer, brushing a strand of pink hair from Seryth's fevered face.
"You always carry everything alone. Let me help you for once…"
At that moment, the heavy stone door slid open with a low hiss. A male Viper guard entered .... upper body fully human and muscular, lower body a thick scaled tail. His cock hung openly as was normal in the clan. He bowed his head respectfully.
"Commander Lucia," he said urgently. "The intruders are trying to escape from the cells. What are your orders? Should we stop them immediately? Kill them on the spot? Or make the execution sooner?"
Lucia's expression hardened. She stood up slowly, her full breasts swaying with the movement, but her voice stayed calm and commanding.
"For now, use the gas if you have to. I'll prepare for the execution myself once my sister -- the Queen -- wakes up."
The guard hesitated.
"But Commander… if we don't stop them quickly, our guards will get hurt. They're stronger than we expected."
Lucia's eyes flashed with fury. Her tail lashed once behind her.
"Go fuck them all if you have to. I told you to stop them. Use the poisonous gas, the paralytic smoke, whatever it takes. Do not come back here until it's done. I'm busy right now. Forget that I'm your commander for a moment --- just obey."
The guard bowed quickly and left.
Lucia turned back to Seryth, her voice softening again.
"Sleep, sister. I'll handle this mess. Just wake up soon… please."
Reon had finally cut the last glowing tentacle off Shizu. She dropped to the floor, breathing hard, completely naked and flushed from head to toe. The mechanical tendrils lay twitching on the stone like dead snakes.
Shizu immediately covered her chest and between her legs with her arms, face burning red.
"You motherfucker… I told you from the start how bad it was! Those things were… pulsing everywhere! And you took your sweet time!"
Reon stood there, still naked, his glowing pink steel-hard erection slowly retracting as he cancelled the skill. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed.
"Sorry, I was a little busy hanging upside down with my dick swinging like a damn pendulum. You're welcome, by the way."
Shizu glared at him, but there was a hint of reluctant gratitude in her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah… just get me out of this cell before more of those snake bitches show up."
Reon smashed the cell door open with a quick burst of Void Binding. The iron bars bent and snapped like twigs. Shizu stepped out, still covering herself as best she could.
At that exact moment, the same female Viper guard returned with four more armed snake warriors. She froze when she saw Reon standing free and Shizu right behind him.
"You… you disgusting surface-dweller!" she hissed, eyes widening as she noticed Reon's still semi-hard cock. "What the hell is that thing? You're going to die in a few hours and you're still thinking about fucking? How disgraceful can humans be?!"
Reon smirked despite the situation.
"I was just trying to free her. You're the one who chained us up naked. Who's really the disgusting one here?"
The guard's tail lashed angrily.
"Clothes are for cowards who hide their shame. We don't need them. But you two… you're intruders who kidnapped our Queen. That crime is unforgivable. The Council has already ordered your execution."
She raised her spear.
"Take them back! The execution will come sooner now for this shameful act!"
The five Viper guards charged at once --- spears thrusting, swords swinging, powerful tails whipping like living weapons.
Reon and Shizu fought back-to-back, completely naked and desperate. Shizu grabbed a dropped spear and stabbed wildly, her movements sharp despite her embarrassment.
"Stay the fuck away from me!" she yelled, jabbing at a guard's tail.
Reon used Void Binding to create a quick steel cutter in his hand and slashed at incoming blades.
"I'm trying to save us, not fight a war down here!"
One guard's sword grazed Reon's back, drawing a line of blood. The wound immediately burned as poison seeped in.
"Shit… that stings…"
The lead guard laughed coldly.
"Our venom works fast on surface-dwellers. You won't last long."
Shizu's eyes widened.
"Reon! Your back!"
The fight was brutal and chaotic. Spears clashed against improvised weapons. Tails whipped across the stone floor. The entire cell block echoed with shouts, metal ringing, and heavy breathing.
But before Reon could land a decisive blow, hidden pipes in the walls hissed loudly.
Thick, sweet-smelling gas flooded the corridor.
The Viper guards were completely unaffected --- their bodies immune to their own clan's poison.
Reon and Shizu were not.
Reon's vision blurred almost instantly.
"What the fuck… is happening…?"
His legs gave out. He dropped to his knees, the world spinning.
Shizu tried to stay upright, spear shaking in her grip.
"You… bastards… I can't… move…"
She collapsed beside him, body paralyzed, eyes fluttering.
Reon's mind faded fast.
"System… you better have a plan… because I'm about to pass out again…"
The last thing he heard was the lead guard's cold laugh.
"Take them to the execution chamber. The Queen will decide their fate when she wakes."
Both of them were dragged away, unconscious and completely at the mercy of the Vossara Clan.
At the same moment --- Lord Alden's mansion
The garden of Lord Alden's mansion was slowly waking up from the previous night's debauchery.
Workers moved quickly, cleaning up the mess of the previous night's debauchery. Naked bodies were gently woken and helped inside. Lord Alden himself had finally stirred from his throne and was being escorted to the bath by two servants.
In her private room, Lady Elara sat on the edge of her bed, still wearing the revealing white-and-red bridal gown from last night. She was crying quietly, face buried in her hands.
A maid entered softly.
"My lady… Lord Alden has called everyone to the courtroom. He wishes to speak before the Luxerian guests arrive."
Elara wiped her tears and nodded without a word. Her voice was barely a whisper.
"I just want to leave this place…"
In another wing, Lady Mira and Lady Selene lay naked in the same bed, bodies tangled from the night before. They stirred slowly.
Mira stretched lazily, her full breasts pressing against her sister's back.
"Last night was… intense," she murmured, voice husky. "Those dancers really knew what they were doing. I'm still sore in places I didn't know could get sore."
Selene chuckled, kissing Mira's shoulder and letting her hand slide down her sister's side.
"You were the one who wanted three rounds with them. Father will want us in the courtroom soon. Get up, little sis. We need to look presentable for the guests."
They shared a quick, lazy kiss, tongues brushing teasingly, before rising to bathe and dress.
The husbands of Mira and Selene were already in the hallway, looking slightly hungover.
One of them adjusted his robe and muttered to the other, "Last night was wild. I ended up with three different girls from the garden. But my wife never came to our bed. Where the hell did Mira and Selene disappear to?"
The other husband laughed bitterly.
"Probably with each other again. Or with those dancers. They've always been like that. We're just the husbands on paper."
Torren --- the big son with long unkempt hair and a thick beard --- sat on the edge of his bed in his private chamber, staring blankly at the wall. He looked like a beggar who had wandered into the mansion by mistake.
A servant knocked and entered.
"My lord, your father has called everyone to the courtroom."
Torren didn't move for a long moment.
"Hunting," he finally said, voice flat. "I'm going hunting. Tell him I'll join later… or not at all."
The servant bowed and left.
Torren stared at his hands, thoughts dark and distant.
"Another day. Another party. Another daughter sold off. What's the point anymore?"
The family eventually gathered in the grand courtroom.
Lord Alden sat at the head of the long table, freshly bathed, two ladies massaging his shoulders and back. Workers cleaned quietly in the background. The husbands of Mira and Selene were present, looking slightly hungover. Torren sat at the far end, long hair and beard unkempt, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else. Elara sat silently, eyes downcast.
Lord Alden raised a hand for silence.
"After last night's… celebrations, we have important matters to discuss. The engagement with the third prince of Luxeria is not just a marriage. It is a deal that will change everything for us."
One of the husbands spoke up first.
"Father-in-law, we were exploring the city last night and the party was… great. But Mira and Selene didn't come to our beds. Who exactly did they spend the night with?"
Mira smirked, leaning back in her chair.
"Does it matter? You were busy with half the garden anyway. We had our own fun."
Selene added with a light laugh, "You know how it is at these parties. Everyone shares. No need to be jealous."
Lord Alden waved a hand impatiently.
"Enough. Anyone can fuck here — that's not the point. The point is Elara's marriage. She is pure. A rare virgin of noble blood. Luxeria wants her for their third prince. In return, they will give us technology, refined Anium, military aid, and the means to turn this village into a true city — greater than Luxeria itself. Free pleasure, open entertainment, production houses, everything we lack."
Torren finally spoke, voice bored and distant.
"Hey dad, I'm going hunting. Why don't you come with me instead of selling off another daughter?"
Lord Alden ignored the jab.
"You take the supply carriages and guards. I'll join later. Right now, we prepare for the prince."
He turned to Elara, who sat silently at the table, hands clenched in her lap.
"You are the key, my daughter. You will spread your legs for the prince and secure our future. Your sisters will teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a man. Last night you gave a good show, but you were awkward. Fix that. Be open-minded. Be the perfect bride."
Elara's voice was barely a whisper, eyes fixed on the table.
"I just want to leave this place…"
Lord Alden continued as if he hadn't heard.
"Ask your sisters. I taught them everything when they were younger. They will make you into a real woman."
Mira and Selene smiled sweetly.
"Of course, daddy," Mira said. "We'll teach her everything about how to become a proper wife."
Selene added, "Right, big sis?"
Elara said nothing. She could only stare at the table, tears silently falling.
The deal was set.
The future of the Alden domain — and Elara's body — had already been sold.