Across Eternity (The Infinite) Book 3 - Chapter 9 free porn video

Vindictive

Noah and Valia made some early plans for their departure and then left Covington’s. She had been unsupervised for too long, and suspicions would arise. They split up with raised spirits, having a sense of what they wanted from the future and knowing they each had someone they could depend on. For Noah, he felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. Normally, explaining the complexities of his existence only happened on his deathbed, and anyone who did believe him tended to be a bit unhinged. Now he had met someone who saw him as he truly was, and with a spring in his step, he headed to the Knight’s Sheath to see Madam Cyrilo.

“You seem rather chipper,” she said, speaking to him in her study.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed. I guess I was just excited about today. You have those notes ready?”

“I sure do.” She reached into one of her desk drawers and pulled out a leather-bound book. “I will say, it was a bit entertaining to look through my old notes. I kept smacking myself in the forehead, embarrassed at the things I used to try. Take good care of them. I’d rather that book be burned than fall into someone else’s hands.”

Noah stashed it in his coat pocket. “Don’t worry, I know how to keep things secret. After all, I…” He trailed off as the room began to tremble. An earthquake? No, the sounds Noah was hearing, an inorganic shriek, along with windows shattering from the force of a shockwave; they were sounds he was familiar with. Noah instinctively jumped from his chair and bolted to the door, slamming it shut. “Cyrilo, get down!”

Outside, the door to Cyrilo’s bedroom was ripped off its hinges as a thunderous wave of scarlet flames surged through the building. The door to her study was flexing from the air pressure, and Noah could feel the heat leaking through. This was no ordinary fire; it was a magic explosion. Over the roar of the flames, he could faintly hear the screaming and commotion from the lower floors as staff and clients alike tried to escape the inferno, with many failing. It was as though every surface in the building had caught fire simultaneously. Cyrilo grabbed a scroll from one of her drawers and unraveled it, pointing it at Noah.

“Noah, open the door.” He reluctantly complied, letting a storm of blinding light and heat enter the room. “Raging Torrent!” Cyrilo cast, unleashing a water jet from the scroll like a firehose. She sprayed down her room, but despite her efforts, the scarlet flames didn’t seem hindered by the water at all and simply evaporated it all away. “These flames are enchanted to resist water!” Cyrilo cursed as Noah slammed the door shut. Just that few seconds of exposure had filled the air with smoke and turned the heat up to stifling levels.

Noah took her desk and braced it against the door, preventing a backdraft when he then smashed open her window. It was a straight drop down to the ground, and there were no ropes or ledges he could use to climb. Outside, he could see men and women streaming out of the first floor, many of them on fire and howling in pain and terror. Their screams were drowned out as a great rumble moved through the Knight’s Sheath. One of the supporting walls in the parlor was buckling from the explosive birth of the inferno and putting. The unbalance was causing walls and support beams, already being eaten away by the flames, to rip apart, and send furniture sliding across the slanting floors. In minutes, the whole building would collapse like a house of cards, but for now, there was an opportunity. The building was leaning away from the direction of Cyrilo’s window.

“Cyrilo, take your cat form and cling to my back. I’ll get us out of here!”

She shrank down and latched onto his coat, and Noah climbed up the slanted floor to the window. With a dagger in each hand, he hoisted the two of them out onto the side of the building. Now that it was leaning, he could control his descent, and slid down the exterior while using the daggers to slow and steer his way down. Flames were surging from all the open windows like burning oil wells, and he had to roll from side to side to avoid falling in and getting incinerated.

Every second, he could hear and feel the Knight’s Sheath coming apart underneath him and was soon forced to stop. He had reached the split where the upper portion of the building was tearing away from the first floor as it leaned, and a wall of flames was rising from the opening, one that he could not get by. He had no time to think, as the wall he was sliding down was beginning to disintegrate, and he could feel the heat seeping through.

Then, over the crackle of the inferno, he heard the crying of the guitar. Despite his burned fingers, Daniel was playing the chords to DragonForce, causing the wall of flames to part before him. “Through the Fire and Flames,” Noah said with a chuckle. “Cyrilo, sorry about this.”

“Sorry about wha—”

He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and threw her like a furry football at Daniel. Before the flames could rise back up, he slid down and jumped off the side of the building, rolling as he hit the ground. Despite his best efforts, the landing was painful, and he dislocated his shoulder in the impact, but he was alive and managed to get to his feet. He turned around, watching the Knight’s Sheath finally crumble and go up in flames.

There were no more screams, as anyone still inside was either dead or beyond saving. The surviving men and women were weeping in agony, their bodies charred by the flames. Among them was Bella, and holding the hand of her dying friend as Rita tried to save her. Like her, many had gotten out with just some singed hair, but they stared into the flames with hollow eyes, their minds bleached by trauma.

“My home, my girls… years, decades of hard work…” Cyrilo said, held by Daniel.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be back on our feet in no time,” he replied.

“How could this have happened? Who did this?”

“Prince Galvin.”

Cyrilo, Daniel, and Noah turned to Lucius, limping over with his head and arm wrapped in bandages. “You saw him do it?” Cyrilo asked.

“No, but one of his friends was here earlier. He left when Noah went upstairs, and soon after, someone in a mask burst in with a scroll and set off a huge fire spell. Cyrilo… I’m so sorry. If I had been faster, if I had just…” The towering bear of a man couldn’t finish his sentence and fell to his knees in tears.

“It’s not your fault, Lucius.” Cyrilo turned her feline eyes to Noah. “YOU. You did this. My home was destroyed, my girls maimed and killed because you had to instigate the prince!” Noah didn’t respond, just continued to stare into the flames. “Damn it! Even if we know Galvin did it, we can’t prove it, and between the king and his bitch mother, he’ll never see any punishment for it!”

“He will,” Noah said as he popped his shoulder back into position. He didn’t look away from the flames, continuing to stare at Cyrilo’s office, where all of her research was turning to ash. Priceless knowledge on magic and curse-breaking, now gone.

She turned to Noah with fierce eyes. “What did you just say?”

“Tend to the girls, focus on getting them sheltered and taken care of, and then start trying to resume business in another location. Like Daniel said, you’ll be back on your feet in no time. As for Galvin and the others, leave them to me.”

Four maids, six courtesans, and eight customers were killed in the fire, and more than a dozen other people were wounded. Having originally birthed Colbrand’s fire brigade, the power of water magic was now rendered useless against the enchanted flames. Daniel tried to put out the fire with his music, but he only had the strength to slow its fury, and the Knight’s Sheath was reduced to ashes. Noah spent the rest of the day helping out wherever he could, getting the girls clothed, fed, and sheltered while Cyrilo handled the knights and city officials flocking to the scene. She tried to tell them that Prince Galvin was responsible, but everyone either refused to believe her or became ***********ively deaf. Even if she could prove it, no one wanted to make an enemy of a prince, especially if this was the kind of retaliation they could expect.

A week after the Knight’s Sheath burned down, Noah left the academy to visit its new location. However, he made several stops along the way, gathering various materials from in town. Some were bought, and others were scavenged. He finally arrived at a mansion in the city’s rich district. While the original Knight’s Sheath consisted of floors upon floors of rooms, towering over everything around them, this building had only three floors and was instead spread out horizontally. It was large enough to accommodate the courtesans and their customers, but it lacked much of the charm. The original sign, albeit slightly charred, now hung over the door. Luckily, business was taking place, and he could see johns going in and out.

With his several heavy bags of materials, Noah entered and was greeted by one of the maids. These were orphan girls who didn’t turn tricks but helped with upkeep and handing out drinks while dressed in prim and proper maid uniforms. Most of the courtesans had worked initially as maids when they were young, and once old enough, were offered the chance for a “promotion.”

“Melinda, is Madam Cyrilo in?”

“She is, but she told me to slap you if you showed up.”

“Go ahead, then. I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble. Aim right here, so it’ll leave a nice bruise.”

She slapped him hard across the face, making him wince. “Sorry about that.”

“No problem. Which way to the bar?”

“Straight down this hall to the ballroom.”

Noah walked down the hall and entered an expansive chamber, illuminated with wide windows and candles. Patrons sat around tables, drinking and playing cards as they always did. The furniture looked like it had been scrounged from different places and craftsmen. There were also fewer girls handing out drinks. On the plus side, a stage had been set up at one end of the room so that Daniel could continue to do his shows, and at the other end, Lucius had set up a bar counter and liquor shelves. His burns had been taken care of, but there was still a bit of a mark.

“You got a lot of nerve showing your face around here,” he said upon spotting Noah.

“Yeah, yeah, spare me the schtick. I’m here to begin the process of making things right. Just pour me a drink and point me to Cyrilo.”

“She told me not to serve you anything.”

“Fine. Just tell me where she is.”

“That room past the stage.”

Noah schlepped his supplies and knocked on Cyrilo’s door. “Hey, it’s me.”

“You got a lot of nerve showing your face around here!” she shouted from behind the closed door.

“You’re too late; Lucius already used that line. Look, you can either stay mad and keep the door closed, or you can trust that I have a way to remedy this and let me in.”

“If I open that door, it’ll only be to kick you in the—”

“I’ve unlocked the next stage of alchemy.” Silence. “You should be happy to know that I couldn’t have done it without your notes. If you want a glimpse of this historical revolution, all you have to do is open the door.”

He heard footsteps, and the door opened. Cyrilo, in her elderly form, stared at him coldly. “Don’t disappoint me.”

She let him enter her office, quite barren compared to her original private study.

“I’m rather surprised. I worried you would have to set up shop in a warehouse somewhere.”

“That might have been easier, certainly cheaper. This mansion was originally for rent. However, when the owner found out the kind of business I run, he refused to lease it, and I had to buy it outright. Buying the house, furnishing it, stocking it, and hiring replacement staff has used up every resource I could salvage from the old place. I’ve called in countless favors to get to this level of recovery, and I’m still deeply in debt.”

“Well you won’t be for long. Let me show you what I’ve accomplished.”

Noah took out a scroll and unrolled it across her desk. It featured a magic circle with several lines of runic code added, extending down the length of the scroll. Black dust was poured into a glass and set in the middle of the circle. “The command phrase is ‘Molecular Construction.’ I can’t activate it myself, so if you would do me the honor.”

“What little trust I have left in you is being put into this spell. It had better not screw up.” She placed her hand on the scroll. “Molecular Construction.”

She channeled her mana into the scroll, causing the runes to come alight and the powder to shimmer. The black dust rearranged itself and turned clear, with a pristine gem now sitting on the scroll. Not a single speck of the dust was left behind.

“It can’t be…” Cyrilo gasped as she picked it up. “Alchemists have long dreamed of being able to turn lead into gold and dirt into diamonds. To think I would actually see it happen…”

“That wasn’t dirt. It was a material known as carbon, which is the black stuff in coal. A friend at the academy helped me use alchemy to isolate it in its purest form. And I didn’t transform it, just rearranged it into a crystal lattice structure. Normally it takes the incredible heat and pressure of the planet’s interior to form simple carbon into diamond, but thanks to alchemy, it’s the easiest thing in the world. I know you have a thing for gems, so I decided to show you this first.”

“And you can just do this any time?”

“That’s right. Using this formula, I can create diamonds whenever I want. Now, how about I show you a different kind of crystal?” He laid out a new scroll with a similar design as the first one. In the circle, he placed a glass with water and carbon. “If you would please.”

Cyrilo placed her hand on the scroll. “Molecular Construction,” she cast.

The water and carbon mixed within the glass, and a small gem, like a seed, formed in the center, growing larger and larger as it absorbed the materials. Finally, a foggy diamond sat in the glass, and Cyrilo examined it with wide eyes.

“Taste it,” Noah said.

“Excuse me?”

“Go ahead, taste it.”

She licked the side of the gem and was shocked. “It’s so sweet!”

“That’s a sugar crystal.”

“Sugar? Even nobles get to taste sugar on only the rarest occasions. You mean to tell me it can be made with water and coal?”

“Technically, it’s made of oxygen, hydrogen, and carbon. Two gasses can bond together to create liquid or solid powder. You wouldn’t believe how many things can be made with just those ingredients. Let me show you something else.”

He laid out a third scroll and once more filled a glass with carbon and water. Cyrilo activated it. This time, much of the water seemed to evaporate away as the oxygen was forced from the equation. The remaining hydrogen and carbon fused to create a lump of solid white matter. Cyrilo picked it up and examined it.

“It’s so light. What is it?”

“Plastic. In the world where Daniel and I come from, it’s one of the most common materials in the world, used in the creation of countless items, from children’s toys to housewares. It’s actually rather problematic since it doesn’t decay, making it an environmental hazard. However, thanks to alchemy, it’s infinitely reusable. Now, one more gimmick…”

A fourth scroll was laid out, and the glass was filled with water and carbon once more. Noah didn’t even need to tell Cyrilo to activate it; she was too excited to wait. The process was similar to the creation of plastic, with the oxygen atoms being expelled and the hydrogen and carbon atoms bonding together to create a lump of solid matter. Noah removed it from the glass and threw it hard at the door, sending it bouncing around the room with chaotic force before he caught it in the air. “This is rubber. We use it to make wheels for transport, the bottoms of shoes, waterproofing, and countless other things.”

“You made all these things from water and black dust? How is this possible?”

“All matter in the universe, be it solid, gas, or liquid, is made of particles known as atoms, which bond together to create molecules. How the atoms bond and the structure of the molecule determine what kind of material they form. You add five carbon atoms to eight hydrogen atoms, and you get rubber. Two carbon atoms and four hydrogen atoms get you plastic. Twelve carbon, twenty-two hydrogen, and eleven oxygen get you sugar. In my world, the process to create these materials is way more complex, using heating, chemicals, and other annoying steps, but thanks to alchemy, as long as I know the molecular structure, I can skip all that effort and get right to the end result.”

“This… this is incredible. This could change everything.”

“Which is why it needs to be used sparingly. Your world isn’t ready for this kind of magic. However, you and I have use for it. I’ll let you have the diamond scroll as a gift, so you can replenish your jewelry box.”

“Forget my jewelry box. I can make a fortune creating and selling gems.”

“You won’t need to do that. In fact, it would be better if you held off on that plan for a while. I already have a way to finance your recovery. I spent the morning shopping for materials, and with the power of alchemy, I can mix them up into some neat and nasty things to use against Galvin and his cronies. So let’s get started.”

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A smelling salt caused Mark Saveat to wake up, only to find that he couldn’t move. He had been tied up, and there was a gag in his mouth. He looked up, staring in horror at the stranger standing in front of him, his head wrapped in bandages. They were in an alley, one he didn’t recognize. The last thing he remembered was sitting in a bar, getting drunk with his friends. He left to take a piss, then everything went black. His first reaction was to panic and struggle, pulling at his binds and trying to scream through the gag.

“What is this? What the fuck is this?!” he tried to shout, only to be silenced by a punch to the gut.

“What about the gag did you not understand?”

Mark tried to yell something, likely a threat about what would happen when he got free. Something about money, hired goons, his father, and the princes. It earned him a second punch, delivered once more to the gut so as not to leave a bruise. “Were you not listening when I told you to shut up? Now, I have some questions that I’m going to ask you, and you’re either going to nod or shake your head. If you don’t answer, something nasty is going to happen. Now tell me, were you involved in the Knight’s Sheath burning down?”

Mark glared at him defiantly, calling the stranger’s bluff. “You wouldn’t dare do anything to me!” his eyes screamed.

“Stubborn, I see. I should clarify, I’m not the one who will hurt you. It’s him.” A large black wolf appeared from around the corner, its eyes fixed on Mark. Mark began struggling again as the wolf approached, growling with its hair on end. “As you can see, my pet is in a terrible mood. I haven’t fed him in a while, and he’s quite hungry. Now, I’ll ask you again. Were you involved in the Knight’s Sheath burning down?”

Mark frantically shook his head, and the wolf’s growl became a deep, guttural snarl. Its lips pulled back, revealing its sharp, jagged teeth. The bloodlust in his eyes was beyond de***********ion.

“Oh, that’s no good. He can tell when people are lying, and it makes him mad. Right now, all he can think of is peeling the flesh from your skeleton. I’m going to ask you one more time, and if you don’t answer me truthfully, his fangs are going to tear right into your stomach, and you’re going to know what color your guts are. Were you involved in the Knight’s Sheath burning down?”

Mark nodded so fast that it looked like his neck would break.

“I see. Were you the one who burned it down?” He shook his head. “Who set off the spell? Galvin?” He nodded. “Was it your idea?” Another nod. “Were Henryk and Seraph aware?” A third nod. “So all four of you are guilty then?” The wolf barked with foam dripping from its mouth. Mark nodded with tears streaming down his face and a pool of urine forming underneath him. “I see. That’s all I wanted to know. But don’t worry, I’m not going to punish you for your crimes. In fact, I’m going to reward you for your honesty. I have a special present that I think you’ll enjoy. You like smoking gonlief, don’t you?” The man revealed a wooden pipe from his pocket, already filled with the herb, then sprinkled some unknown powder onto it. He handed Mark the pipe and held out a lit match. “Give this a try.”

“W-w-what is it?” he stammered, still trying to process these past traumatic minutes.

“This is my good friend, Mr. Elutrin. Go on, give it a try. You’ll like it.” Mark accepted the pipe and match with shaky hands, but hesitated, causing the wolf to growl. “I’m offering you a gift, Mark. You’re being rude.”

Weeping in fear, Mark put the pipe in his mouth, lit the herb, and inhaled deeply.

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“Elutrin? I don’t understand. What is this?” Cyrilo asked, examining Noah’s newest alchemic creation. Making the unremarkable powder had taken the combination of several different ingredients, few of which she recognized.

“Where I come from, it’s the most addictive substance in the world. I’m sure Daniel has told you about his problems in his previous life. That was from a drug called heroin, but this is much, much worse. He didn’t know about it, and I suggest you make sure he stays that way. You take it once, and you’ll crave it for the rest of your life. After a few separate uses, your body becomes so dependent on it that you need to take it multiple times a day or suffer horrific, unending pain. They say it’s less excruciating to starve to death than to try and go clean. This absolutely destroyed communities, cities, and entire countries. This is the answer to your financial troubles.”

“After hearing you describe it, I want nothing to do with it. You expect me to sell this stuff to the citizens of Colbrand?”

“You’re not going to sell it to them. I’m going to sell it to just one person, the richest cadet at the academy, and he alone is going to pay you back for all the financial damage you’ve suffered.”

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Mark was laughing in happiness as he took hit after hit from the pipe, each breath pushing him further and further into euphoric delirium.

“So, what do you think?” Noah asked.

“I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like I’ve grown a hundred dicks, and a hundred women are all sucking me off at once!”

“I told you you’d like it.”

Mark emptied the pipe quickly and started licking the ash to try and keep his buzz going. “More! I need more!”

“Here, this will hold you over for a bit.” Noah handed him a spoonful of Elutrin, wrapped in parchment. “Just add a pinch to your gonlief, and you’ll be set. The first taste is free, so if you want more, you’ll have to buy it. I’ll be here at this time every seven days to sell you more. However, I don’t have enough to sell to others, so if you don’t want to run out, you’d better not tell anyone. Understand?”

“Yes! Sure! Of course! Thank you!”

Noah walked away, leaving Mark to stew in his madness. Once he was alone, he dispelled the illusionary wolf and removed his bandage disguise. Noah remembered returning to the academy after the Knight’s Sheath burned down and seeing Galvin smirking at him. Galvin was smart enough not to say anything that could incriminate him, but he was clearly responsible. Still, Noah had to be completely sure before proceeding, and now that he had that assurance, he could exact his revenge. Mark’s fate was sealed, and there were three more to punish. He’d get to them in time. Noah knew how to be patient.

Over the coming months, life that the academy improved for Noah. He continued with his studies to advance his alchemic arsenal and search for clues to time magic. Alexis and Sophia were there to help with his alchemy, breaking down and combining various ingredients for his other projects, and he, in turn, assisted them in their own research. They had yet to fully rectify their relationship, but he saw them steadily closing the distance. Still, he was careful around Sophia. He saw the way she looked at him, the feelings bubbling within her. He made sure to never be alone with her, to always keep Alexis between them.

As for Lady Zodiac, the two of them had to continue to play student and teacher, concealing their plans to leave Colbrand. They were both under constant scrutiny, so they couldn’t talk much, but the air had been cleared between them, and the tension was gone. All they had to do was wait.

As this was going on, Noah continued selling Elutrin to Mark, each dose making him more dependent and less willful, while his performance during lessons plummeted. He was smoking several times a day to feed his addiction, which was turning into a fortune for Noah. Mark was the son of the most powerful shipping magnate in Uther, and had a bad habit of throwing money around to get what he wanted. He would quite literally take what he wanted, break everything else, and hurl coins at people as hard as he could, as though firing them from a blunderbuss.

That said, as Noah raised the price more and more, Mark eventually ran out of his own money and started stealing from his family, often paying for drugs with jewelry and antiques made of precious metals and gems. Noah had to draw the line when he tried to trade a painting for drugs. Mark also paid with information regarding Galvin and the others, spilling every secret he had to get high. Noah kept some of the money for himself and gave Cyrilo the rest. When spring reached full bloom, he met with Cyrilo and laid out the next stage of his plan.

“I see you’ve managed to return to business as usual. I think you have more girls now than before the fire,” he said, sitting with her in her office.

“This mansion has so many rooms, I had to fill them up, or I’d just be wasting money. Besides, it’s easy to find women willing to sell themselves. The challenge is separating the whores from the courtesans.”

“Speaking of money…” Noah took out a sack of coins and laid it on the table. “Courtesy of Mark Saveat.”

“How goes your plans against the other three?”

“Henryk Schtern has already been taken care of.”

“The first day he came here, he asked for the youngest girl I had and was rather disappointed with my ***********ion while glancing at the maids. When he found out about my curse, he tried to hire me for service at a specific time of night, if you get my drift. I immediately didn’t like him. So what did you do?”

“Remember how you broke down all that clinker waste I gathered from the blacksmiths? One of the elements salvaged was called titanium. I used it to fashion a small pin…”

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Picking the lock and sneaking into Henryk’s room was easy, almost disappointingly so. It was the middle of the night, so everyone was asleep, and by channeling his mana into the door, Noah could eliminate all sound. Before entering, he checked for any latent spells, tripwires, or other traps, but found nothing. He slipped in and closed the door behind him, then removed a rag and bottle from his pocket. Chloroform, the fibers soaked it up greedily.

Noah approached Henryk's bed and grabbed his face with the rag. The sudden force woke him up, only for him to lose consciousness once more. Noah had to see him blackout to make sure the vapor had done as it needed to. Once he was out cold, Noah flipped him onto his stomach, facedown. The back of Henryk’s neck was sterilized and anesthetized, and with a sterile blade, Noah made a small incision.

The next part was rather tricky, and it had been a while since Noah did it. He took the titanium pin and drove it into Henryk’s spinal column with steady hands. Slipping it between the vertebrae was easy, but it took all of Noah’s focus to get the angle right and strike the specific nerve. Henryk’s body spasmed as it went in and then became still. He was still breathing, but there was no reaction no matter where Noah poked him with his knife. He was completely paralyzed from the neck down. Noah closed the wound on his neck, eliminated all traces of his presence, and disappeared.

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“You should have heard him screaming the next morning, crying that he couldn’t move. Sir Kiev thought he was just lying to get out of running laps, but Henryk was limp as a rag and couldn’t feel anything below the neck. No one had any clue what was wrong with him, and no matter what the healers did to try and help him, they couldn’t undo the damage. He was taken away and won’t be returning. Instead, he’s going to spend the rest of his life bedridden, unable to do anything for himself.”

Cyrilo, who had once burned with such fury towards Galvin and his friends, as well as towards Noah, now seemed conflicted. “When you told me you had plans for vengeance, I didn’t think they’d be like this. If you could sneak into his room and put a pin in his neck, why not just slit his throat?”

“Because I want him to suffer, and he can’t do that if he’s dead. According to Mark, Henryk was the one playing lookout in the parlor that day. He was waiting for me to show up, and when I did, he left to tell Galvin. Well, now he can spend the rest of his life looking at the same spot on his ceiling while his family and caretakers neglect and abuse him. I wonder which will degenerate first, his mind or his body?”

“Is this something you have done before? Perhaps in your old world?”

“I have experience, yes.”

“I fear to ask what you have in store for the princes.”

“Need I remind you how many people died or were wounded in that fire? The fire that destroyed your home and research? Don’t start getting soft on me. Seraph will have to wait for a bit. Right now, I’m going to focus on Galvin, and the first step to getting back at him is simple. We’re going to throw a party.”

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With the warmth of spring, the melting of the snow allowed for a new shift in the weapon classes: horseback riding. Most people in this world learned to ride horses at a young age, but what the cadets were being taught was mounted combat. Lancing, cavalry formation, and target practice were drilled into them while their steeds mashed the muddy ground. On this day, Noah and the rest of the sword class met Valia in the field with some horses, a typical scene. What was not typical were the line of barrels running through the field and the stacked academy shields by her feet.

“Today, you are going to be incorporating shield-use into your riding. I know that you’ve already been trained in how to block incoming projectiles. Well, the principle is basically the same. You’re going to ride down a gauntlet with attacks coming from one side, courtesy of your fellow cadets, and a row of targets on the other. You have to defend yourself and your horse with your shield, as well as strike down your targets with your sword.

Unfortunately, the academy horses are too valuable and important to risk getting injured by snowballs or clumps of mud like you used in your original shield class, so the higher-ups ***********ed a lighter, softer arsenal.” She put her hand on one of the barrels and shuddered, then removed the lid, letting a horrid stench loose. The barrel was filled with dead rats, repulsing the cadets. “We also have lumps of monster flesh and organs, courtesy of the local butchers and their rejection bins. I say again, this was not my idea.”

The cadets looked at the barrels with grimaces and twisted stomachs, but orders were orders, and all the combat classes were doing the same thing. Two lanes were set up with cadets standing beside the barrels, ready to throw. The targets the riders would be slicing came from the same place as the putrid ammo. Severed heads belonging to monsters and livestock were set on pikes at varied heights. Some of them had broken helmets or pieces of wood attached to make for a harder swing, or the pikes would be pointed at the cadets as though held by enemy troops.

The first two riders got ready, each nervous as could be. They had suffered grueling training regiments and duels with their fellow cadets, but this right here was a nightmare come to life. Valia raised her arm, and the cadets by the barrels each grabbed something dead to throw. Many tried to do so with as little actual contact as possible, holding the rats by their tails with two fingers.

“Begin!” Valia shouted.

The two riders took off, holding out their swords and beginning to chop through their targets. Then came the mess. Tossing dead animals wasn’t something anyone was good at, but thanks to their spear lessons, the cadets had experience throwing things with great force and accuracy. The dead rats would bounce off whatever they hit, while the more nonde*********** viscera tended to splatter and stick. They were soft enough not to cause harm, but their smell and repulsiveness were sufficient to make numerous cadets retch. It could not be denied that this was excellent preparation for the gore and chaos of battle.

“This might be the worst class we’ve ever had,” Alexis said while trying to pull her sleeves back with her teeth. All the cadets, not busy throwing, were doing the same thing, trying to keep their uniforms clean until it was their turn to ride, but it was an unwinnable battle.

“I wish someone would appear at the end of the lesson and say this was a prank of some kind,” said Noah. “At least then, I could appreciate the creative effort put in to make us suffer.”

From the barrel beside him, he picked up a heart, probably belonging to a cow or something. A cadet was riding down the line, having mostly avoided getting hit. Noah pulled his arm back and threw the cow’s heart like a football, hitting the cadet in the face with enough force to burst like a water balloon and knock him off the horse. Groans of horror were released by many, with all faces now contorted in a wince.

“Were you aiming for his head?” said Alexis with a shudder.

“I swear, I thought he’d block it. I’m starting to understand why the academy has been swarming with crows and seagulls the last few days. Apparently, this is a yearly feeding frenzy. This is like Knight’s Day for them.”

“It explains why the training fields are so lush. I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat lunch after this.”

This exercise was repeated every day for a week. On Friday, Noah once more took his turn to ride. He was hitting all his targets and blocking all the rats, but in this exercise, no matter how well he did, he still came away smelling like death. At one point, he got a deep whiff of low tide when a rotting fish exploded against his shield. It was certainly enough to make the cadets miss digging the pit in shield class. He was the last in the class to finish the gauntlet, and once he was done, they all gathered around Valia to receive their scores. If they hit a target, they gained a point, and if their bodies or horses were hit by thrown viscera, they lost points. The results were expected.

“Noah wins again,” one cadet muttered.

“Just once, just fucking once…” another began to curse.

“Next time, I swear I’ll beat you,” said Alexis.

“This just isn’t fair,” Ken Rilgis added.

“And yet I smell just as bad as the rest of you,” Noah said out loud. “Let that be a lesson to you kids. Hard work and effort never pay off.”

This was the norm in class. Despite their agreement to work together, Valia would still give him a hard time if he held anything back, so any kind of contest or scorekeeping put him in the limelight. For the first half of the year, few minded Noah being at the top of the class, but resentment was building now that it was every day. Only Alexis and Ken came close enough to nip at his tail, and Alexis had some sharp teeth.

“Now, now, you should all be focusing on how to improve,” said Valia. “Look to the person with the score just above yours. They are your goal, the clue in the riddle of how to get stronger. If someone is better than you at something, it just means you have room to grow. Your sword is more than a weapon; it is a path through your life. Those who think themselves to be at the pinnacle of their strength, whether it’s from hubris or hopelessness, have fallen off the path, lost until they are either humbled or encouraged.”

Unfortunately, most of the class wasn’t paying much attention. At the moment, everyone was just thinking about getting to the bathhouse.

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“My Lady, a package has arrived for you,” said the butler, kneeling before Ziradith Herald in the master bedroom of her mansion. He held what looked like a pillow wrapped in paper upon his outstretched hands. The duchess, so rare to smile, showed some slight interest. Her sense of greed was tickled by the thought of any possession she might add to her collection.

“I will take it. You are dismissed.”

The butler backed out of the room, and Ziradith took the package to a nearby table and opened it. Inside, she found a black cloak wrapped around a fox mask, as well as a sealed scroll. It all smelled of cinnamon and vanilla, made using alchemy. The flick of a letter opener broke off the seal, and she read the message.

‘To the venerable Ziradith Cordelia Engate Herald, Duchess of Thelmas,

Madam Cyrilo invites you, one of many honored guests, to an evening of pantomime and pleasure in the newly relocated Knight’s Sheath. On the night of the new moon, join us as we feast, drink, and indulge in desire and sin. Entertainment will include many performances, both exotic and erotic, in which guests may observe or take part. Adorn the mask and cloak and enjoy yourself with total anonymity. It is a night you won’t want to miss. -LC’

Ziradith reread the note twice and scoffed at what she assumed to be a joke. As if she would waste her time at some lecher party hosted by a brothel owner. She tossed the letter aside and looked at the fox mask. It was well made, something which made her laugh. All that effort wasted. Still, the aroma clinging to it was enticing. She put it on her face, imagining how miserable she’d be wearing it for any kind of length of time. She could breathe quite easily, and the scent was delicious.

‘Oh please, I wouldn’t be caught dead at such an event. And honored guests? Who in their right mind would attend? Sure, there are plenty of nobles who might get curious enough, but… Hmmm, that’s right, this would be a great chance to dig up some dirt. No, I don’t need to lower myself to this perversion to gather information, watching people fornicating like animals. I’m not… interested.’

The more she thought about it, the more her heart rate rose. She had heard stories of a man putting on some strange show at the old Knight’s Sheath, defiling his assistant with sinful skill and showing the audience all the ways to make a woman moan. It got her wondering when the last time was that she enjoyed a good lay. She hadn’t gotten to where she was without utilizing her body, but it had been a while. After her husband, the duke, died of “natural causes,” all her efforts went into her political plans.

She continued to lament her dry spell, unaware of the amphetamines all the masks were laced with, hidden beneath the pleasant smells. It was an agent that invoked feelings of excitement and anticipation in those who breathed it in. Right now, the invitation that had made her scoff and roll her eyes was making her restless, as ideas and fantasies rushed through her mind. The decision had been made for her.

Later that month, on the night of the new moon, Ziradith left her home, traveling by way of a nonde*********** carriage to the Knight’s Sheath. She was wearing the cloak and mask, and when she arrived, she found others entering the building in similar getups. It was impossible to tell who was who, and no one spoke, not wanting to give away their identity. Like Ziradith, most of them would never attend such an event under normal circumstances, whether it be a matter of pride, religious belief, or taste, but they had all been swayed by the masks, chemically hypnotized to come.

The guests gathered in the ballroom, dimly illuminated by candles and lamps with color-tinted shades. “Welcome, friends,” said Cyrilo. She was in her human form, wearing a cat mask that only covered the upper half of her face. At the bar, Lucius was wearing an identical mask, as well as Daniel in the corner. “I’d like to thank every one of you for attending this little celebration. I’m sure many of you are wondering what we are celebrating, well the answer is simple: life itself, and all of its sinful pleasures.

For those who don’t know, my original place of business burned to the ground, and there were casualties. It was a heartbreaking tragedy. However, life is for the living, and having narrowly survived, I wish to share the fruit of life with all of you. Tonight, you will discover things that will shock and entice you. Feel free to explore the house and find something that tickles your fancy. Give in to curiosity, savor the rushing of the blood in your veins. Tonight, enjoy yourselves.”

She snapped her fingers, and in the corner, Daniel began playing mood music, a simple but sensual ambiance to match the evening. Courtesans were serving drinks on silver trays, but the outfits they usually wore, while already alluring, had been cast aside for something far more sinful. Many wore crotchless panties and brassiers that exposed their nipples, or were bound in complex and erotic rope formations. The only outfits that offered any real coverage were black, made of the smoothest, shiniest leather that the guests had ever seen.

“The drinks you’ll be enjoying tonight are the new house special we are debuting, which I like to call Knight’s Ambrosia. I think you’ll find it quite superior to any liquor you’ve ever tasted before.”

With such a bold proclamation, few could resist the temptation. Glasses were taken, and the guests raised their masks just high enough to drink. The shock was instantaneous, and everyone, even Ziradith, was overwhelmed by the taste of the spirits. The drink was made with pure ethyl alcohol and various flavorings, all created using alchemy and brilliantly arranged to create the perfect taste. There was no bitterness, no burning, no impurities of any kind. It was a masterpiece of molecular gastronomy. From sweet to rich, different flavors all slid down their throats as easily as water.

Understandably, many guests decided to stick around and get drunk first, while others immediately went off to see what kind of entertainment Cyrilo had prepared. In each room, a courtesan awaited with a different theme or gimmick. Several girls would be secured in bondage apparatuses, such as ropes, shackles, or braces, the likes of which had never been seen before in this society.

Guests could drip hot wax on the girls’ bodies, flog them with whips made of soft fabric, or simply strip down and fuck them. Brothel rules still applied, and payment was required, but the men were too excited to care about the cost. There were other girls whose role was to put on a show, having sex with men who had been recruited for the evening, or performing solo acts of self-pleasure to demonstrate the new technology available.

Bella was tied to the bed in one room, moaning through her gag as a rubber dildo was pushed back and forth inside her, built into a mechanical rig of wood and metal. Magic was used to spin a wheel, allowing for a piston-like motion to be achieved. Guests watched in awe as she was fucked nonstop by this strange machine, a combination of magic, technology, and perversion. In a room down the hall, Rita, the brothel healer, was on her stomach, getting sodomized by a similar machine.

In the next room was Allison Crowberry, among several cadets recruited for the night. Both the men and the women were guilty of sneaking out of the academy after the evening roll call. She was on her knees with a machine between her legs. The dildo she used was lumpier and more bulbous, and rather than moving on a piston, it was spinning in her pussy like a drill, making her moan and orgasm without reprieve.

Down on the first floor, a grand feast was made available, with courtesans offering up their bodies as plates. They’d lay across tables, their naked flesh decorated with meats, greens, and sugary sweets. The male guests savored the various flavors as they’d lick the girls’ bodies clean, while the female guests would amuse themselves with phallic-shaped food served by young muscular men. Sexuality and intoxication, they wore down the inhibitions of everyone in the building. It had taken a month to plan and supply this party, and the effort was well-spent.

In one of the back rooms, two more actors were changing into their costumes.

“You know, my master told me to attend this academy as a warrior’s pilgrimage,” said Gideon, “as a way to meet strong opponents, expand my horizons, and get a good education. What would he and my ancestors say if they saw me doing this? Once a proud warrior, now entertainment for nobles,” said Gideon.

“They’d tell you to make them proud,” said Foley, offended by the very notion that Gideon would complain. “How is this any different from dueling? Instead of fighting, you’re doing the other one of the two manliest things in the world, fucking a woman, with an audience cheering for you.”

“Noah said he was returning a favor by getting me this job, but I can’t help thinking that I’m actually just doing another favor for him.”

“What did you do anyway?”

“I fought someone he wasn’t able to.”

“Did you win?”

Gideon gave a proud chuckle. “You could say that. I put the fear of God in him, and I scared him off with his tailfeathers between his legs.”

“Tailfeathers?”

“Never mind.”

“Anyway, do you have any idea of how many times I’ll be telling my brothers this story back home? I will be a king in my village. They’ll name a goddamn holiday after me. I will be what men toast to before they get drunk. Do not ruin this for me.”

“You only got this job because you tagged along. You’re here because of me. You’ll basically be getting pity sex in a brothel.”

“That sounds like part of a good joke. Anyway, who’d you pick?”

“Emily. I like her; she’s nice.”

“Nice? You’re getting laid, not looking for a bride. Please tell me this is not your first time with a woman.”

“It’s not, idiot. Just because you would fuck a gopher hole—”

“I was drunk. Anyway, I’m getting Yolanda.”

Gideon tried to maintain a straight face. “Good luck with that.”

“What, you got something you want to say?”

“No, no.”

“Ah, hypocrite. I like big girls with meat on their bones.”

“Along with enough fat to make a candle the size of a wine barrel.”

“Just for that, I hereby curse you and your entire bloodline. May you and Emily wed happily, and may all of your children look like shaved bears.”

“If you married Yolanda, your kids would look like shaved bears doing handstands.”

The door opened, and Melinda, the maid, poked her head in. “Oi! You two are up!”

“How do I look?” Gideon asked, motioning to his strange outfit.

“I tell you what, it isn’t leather armor.”

“But what is it?”

“It doesn’t matter what it is. What matters is what it isn’t. Now go out there and make your ancestors proud.” Foley then put on a helmet shaped like the head of a penis. “I’ll be making mine. I can hear my forefathers chanting my name already. Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!” He walked out of the room, continuing to shout his name and pump his arms. “Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!” Gideon just sighed and followed him.

Upstairs, Ziradith wandered the house, trying to remain clear-headed despite all of her actions exacerbating the pull of debauchery. Seeing the various pleasures enjoyed by the courtesans, the instruments of perversion they used, they made her more aroused than she could ever remember. Watching the women achieve orgasm from using the machines or men would dry her throat with excitement, and to her good fortune, there would always be a goblet of ambrosia in reach.

She was unaware of Noah following her, watching her every move. To him, she was prey, and he simply had to wait until she was ready to be preyed on, when she would choose to be devoured. According to Mark Saveat and everyone else he had spoken to, Ziradith was a strong-willed and cunning woman, but she was still human, susceptible to the needs of the flesh. Because of her mask, he couldn’t see the look on her face, but he watched her movements, the trembles of excitement, the way her chest heaved beneath her cloak. He followed her out onto a balcony. She was alone, ripe for the picking. She removed her mask, breathing in the cold night air.

“Enjoying yourself, Duchess?”

She spun around, finding Noah. He was wearing the half-face feathery mask from his time with Allison, but she recognized his voice faintly. “Do I know you?”

“Henry, My Lady. We met at the basilisk party. I was the young man left blinded by your beauty. I’m sure you’ll agree with me that this party is quite a bit more interesting.”

“I think I might remember you. But what is someone like yourself doing at a party like this?”

“I organized it. Madam Cyrilo is a friend of mine and liked the idea. To see you here tonight is a dream come true.”

“You? You have unique tastes for someone so young.”

“It’s not a matter of taste, but a matter of experience, experience that I know you want for yourself.”

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, child. I’m old enough to be your mother.”

He approached her, looking deep into her eyes. “But you’re still a woman, and I’m old enough to make you feel like one.” He lifted her hand and kissed it. “So let me pleasure you as a man would.”

“I don’t know who you think you are to believe you can talk to me like this.” Her words were hollow, spoken out of instinct rather than genuine aversion. All the lust that had boiled within her from walking through the house was pulling her towards Noah like gravity. He then cupped a warm breast. His hand was separated by multiple layers of fabric, but he felt the softness of her flesh and the hardness of her erect nipples.

“I’m the man who can hear your body crying out. It’s begging to be stimulated, to be dominated, to be worshipped. You crave that passionate human interaction, DEEP inside you.”

“I could have your head for that,” she said, despite panting in arousal. Her pride and her lust were going to war, and Noah was a profiteer.

“You already have all of me. Now I want all of you.”

His lips joined hers, and she didn’t push him away, instead pulling him in closer and kissing him greedily. They sucked each other’s tongues while their hands grabbed at anything that caught their fancy. Noah opened her cloak and went to work on the dress underneath. Noble clothing from this age was more than a little complicated, but Noah undid the buttons and unfastened the lace without Ziradith’s tongue leaving his mouth.

Finally, he exposed her naked breasts to the cold air. They were beautiful, the largest he had seen of any woman in this world. He took a minute to taste them, slurping on her erect nipples while she rolled her head back in bliss. As he sampled her buxom tits, he went to work on the rest of her dress. His hand slipped between her thick thighs and found her moist womanhood, his fingers entering her so easily.

Noah resumed kissing Ziradith with one hand busy between her legs and the other toying with her nipples, gently pulling to make her whimper in bliss. As per routine, he first used his fingers to make her melt in the palm of his hand. She did not know if the balcony banister could support her weight, but Ziradith leaned against it all the same as the strength left her legs. Noah was attacking her g-spot, the drumming of his hand sending vibrations through her flesh and making her weak. After everything she had seen inside, the movement of his fingers, the way he played with her tits, and his tongue wrapping around hers broke what little resistance she had. He soon brought her climax, sending her voice echoing through the night.

“You want more?” Noah asked.

In response, she kissed him deeply, sucking on his lower lip. “Yes,” she gasped.

“Then come with me.”

She refastened her cloak and put her mask back on, following Noah as he took her by the hand back into the house. She expected him to bring her into an unused room, but instead, he brought her down to the first floor, to the ballroom. Cyrilo was there, talking with the other guests, and he gave her a signal.

“Everyone, if I could have your attention, please!” she called while clinking a fork against her glass.

Noah led Ziradith to the stage, expanded upon since first built, and now with a curtained-off room behind it. As Cyrilo gathered the guests and staff from throughout the house, Noah and Ziradith stepped behind the curtains, pulling each other’s clothes off while they made out. However, Noah stopped her when she tried to remove his mask.

“Sorry, but I need this a little bit longer.”

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“You and I are going to put on a little show for everyone.” Ziradith was about to protest, but Noah’s masterful stimulation of her clit erased that thought. “Don’t worry, no one will know it’s you. If you want the pleasure to continue, you’ll do as I say.”

Tipsy on ambrosia and drunk on lust, she lacked the will to resist him. He hid her face and hair with a veil and removed everything else. She had a gorgeous body, curvaceous. Her plump, round ass looked like it was sculpted by a lecherous god, and her tits shook and jiggled with every movement and touch.

All of the guests had gathered, taking seats around the stage while the courtesans and maids stood in the back. “Friends,” said Cyrilo, atop the stage, “I have a special show for you tonight. You’ve enjoyed perversion and decadence, but now I offer you the chance to witness skill. The man you’re about to meet is a master of the flesh, and he is going to show you his art. Enjoy the experience, and try to learn something.”

She then shrank down into her cat form and hopped off the stage, while behind her, the curtains opened, revealing Noah and Ziradith. She’d normally be too proud and strict for anything like this, but at the moment, her lust for Noah trumped everything else. Her wide hips and melon breasts enticed the men, while Noah’s muscular frame made the women eager. They had all heard rumors about the show at the old Knight’s Sheath and were excited to see it for themselves. Noah led Ziradith to the front of the stage, where everyone could see her.

“Don’t move unless I tell you.” He said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

He first let everyone see their tongues swirling between their parted lips as he had with Allison. While he and Ziradith swapped spit, their hands roamed each other’s bodies. He soon stood behind her, his lips running along her neck, while her flesh, hungry for his touch, was teased by his skimming fingertips. He got her riled up and then snapped his fingers. A bottle of oil was tossed up to him, and he pulled the cork out with his teeth.

Ziradith shivered as he dribbled it onto her breasts. He then began to rub it across her soft skin like sunscreen. Her flat belly, her mammoth breasts, and her alluring thighs glistened from the oil, and everyone in the audience watched with bated breath while they licked her with their eyes.

Noah’s rub became a deeper massage, her body now his toy. Allison had been an excellent assistant for that first show, but she was a skinny string bean. Ziradith, on the other hand, offered so much more to play with. Noah took his time to enjoy her tits, overflowing from his hands. He rubbed them, mashed them, tweaked them, and did everything he could to draw a reaction.

He began slapping her areolas, just hard enough to gauge where she differentiated pleasure and pain. The sight of him striking her bountiful tits, the sounds of the impacts, and her masochistic whimpers, they drove the audience to the edge of their seats. She obeyed him, withstanding the erotic torment while her tits soaked up the abuse like a sponge.

A cot had been set out for them to use, more comfortable than the tables from last time and low enough for everyone to see what would happen. Noah pulled it over and sat Ziradith down. “Now spread your legs. Wider.”

She did as she was ordered, spreading her legs like a bird spreading its wings. He lathered her pussy in oil and then began to stroke it, making her pant and whine in bliss. He lifted her veil, just enough for the two of them to messily share a long and passionate kiss, with the movements of Noah’s hands never slowing until he pulled his lips away. He crouched down and spread her lips for everyone to see.

“Look at that pretty pink color. Isn’t it beautiful, folks?” he asked while Ziradith’s veil fluttered from her sucking in air. “Oh, and I see your clit wants to say hello. Well, I have something special for it.”

He then revealed a large sex toy, yet another created for this evening. It was powered by magic like the machines upstairs, consisting of an off-balance rotor spinning at high speeds to produce strong vibrations. While not meant for magic use, it could be called the most powerful wand in the world. To everyone in the room, it sounded like a buzzing bee, but when Noah put the rubber head to Ziradith’s clit, no one could hear it at all, not over the sounds of her moans. He moved it back and forth across her clit and labia, driving her wild and making all the women in the audience grit their teeth in jealousy. They didn’t know what the device was, only that they’d sell their souls for it.

“Oh fuck! Oh my God, yes!” she cried.

As Noah buzzed it against her clit, he picked up where he left off on the balcony, working his fingers in her pussy like he was trying to get the last tic-tac in the pack. Screaming in pleasure, she ended up squirting hard enough to put out a bonfire, shocking the audience. Like with Allison, he forced his wet fingers into her mouth, forcing her to taste her own essence.

“Come on, it’s time for me to get a taste of your honey,” Noah said once he pulled his fingers free.

Ziradith was gasping for air, but he wasn’t willing to let her rest. Noah lay down on the cot, and Ziradith followed his commands. She swung her leg over his head and slowly lowered herself down, letting his face disappear beneath her beautiful fat ass. He went down on her like a ravenous beast, slurping up her sinful nectar and nibbling on her soft labia. The audience watched her ass rumble with every movement Ziradith made, her body squirming from the indescribable pleasure Noah was inflicting on her. The audience was as tense as could be, the men wishing to feast on this anonymous assistant’s slippery slit and the women imagining Noah’s tongue stirring around inside them.

She, too, felt the need for flavor, and she began gluttonously sucking on his cock. After so long, the musky taste of a man was driving her wild. She made love to the head while stroking the shaft, trying to coax out his seed. Despite her best efforts, the ratio of pleasure given and received was far from equal, as Noah’s cunnilingus skills turned her into a slovenly mess. She tried to keep up, increasing the voracity of her oral worship, but as Noah sucked on her clit and then stirred his tongue around inside her ass, she felt like her whole body was unraveling as he made her cum.

Noah licked up every drop of her arousal, then gave her a tap to let her know to move off him. They got off the cot, only for Noah to push her back down onto it. He held himself over her, grinding the shaft of his oiled cock against her pussy, teasing her.

“Go on, let them hear it. I want everyone in this room to know how badly you want me to fuck you. I want you to beg to be my toy.”

She had long since lost the will to disobey him or go against the flow. “Please, I want your cock! I want to be your fuck toy!”

“Well, since you asked nicely…”

There was no transition, no buildup; Noah simply drove balls-deep into her greedy snatch and began fucking her like he had just gotten out of prison. His pace was steady and rapid, no different from the machines seen around the house. While punishing her slit, he’d lean down and kiss her, but mostly he held himself above her or even sat up, not wanting to deprive himself or the audience of her tits rocking like buoys in a storm.

The only pause came when he changed positions, lying down beside her and turning her on her side. He raised her leg and resumed fucking her, now with everyone able to see his manhood thrusting back and forth in her glistening pussy. It went on like that for several minutes, Ziradith wondering if he was ever going to stop, only to be answered when she felt his cum flood her womb.

He pulled out and hefted his flaccid cock up to her face. “Well? You know what to do.” She obediently took his member in her mouth and nursed him back to full erection. “Now it’s your turn on top. Put some effort into it; you have an audience to impress.”

He again lied down on the cot, and she straddled his lap. He entered her, and she began to ride him. Up and down, up and down, she dropped herself onto his cock and let it impale her pussy. Despite her submissive attitude since first stepping onto the stage, she now took the initiative, riding him like a rodeo bull. Everyone in the room stared, fixated on her bouncing tits, glistening with oil. Their size, their shape, their motion, they were utterly hypnotic. The men remembered how Noah had smacked her areolas before and now felt that same sadistic urge welling up inside them. It was the same when he’d slap her ass, spanking her again and again and turning that huge canvas red with welts, all to her pleasure.

Noah and Ziradith took turns putting in the effort. When she wasn’t bouncing on his dick like a pogo stick, he’d lift her hips and hammer her with nonstop rapid thrusts, or he’d sit up to explore her mouth with his tongue or suck the oil off her tits, all while she called out to God in ecstasy from orgasm after orgasm.

“That’s enough. Get on your hands and knees,” he finally said.

She eagerly obeyed, assuming the position and facing the crowd. Noah got behind her, lathering his dick with oil. It didn’t enter her, so much as walk in with a strut, but she cried out in shock and pain from the unexpected penetration.

“Go on, tell them where it is.”

“Ah! It’s in my ass! It’s so deep inside my ass!”

“Tell them how much you love it.”

“I love having cock in my asshole!” She didn’t even know if she meant it. Her personality and identity had blurred to the point that she’d say and do whatever he wanted.

“Are you a dirty whore, just like all the other girls here?”

“Yes! I’m your dirty whore! Please use my ass as much as you want!”

Noah sodomized her brutally and thoroughly, turning her asshole into his property. Ziradith moaned in pain and pleasure, screaming blasphemous obscenities while her wide ass clapped against Noah, jiggling and rippling as though losing its shape. Her melon tits now hung like utters, swinging pendulously as he fucked her like a jackhammer. In the audience, men and women were openly masturbating as they watched the scene unfold. Noah, attacking her relentlessly from behind, stretched her anus into a wide gape, making her orgasm repeatedly and not stopping until he had one of his own.

He pulled out of her, leaving behind a frothy creampie, and stroked himself back to full erection before diving back into her pussy. The cum he had left inside her served as the perfect lube to continue fucking her. Minutes passed, Noah switching back and forth without pause, sending a frothy mixture of various fluids running down her inner thighs. He’d fuck one orifice with ten solid strokes and move to the other, turning her vagina and anus into two semen-caked craters. He fucked her mercilessly, making her moan louder and louder.

He eventually changed position, never pulling out of her as he got her onto his lap in the reverse cowgirl position. He gave her the vibrator, and she automatically held it to her clit. Noah moved his hands under her knees and spread her legs, continuing to fuck her in rapid upwards thrusts. The whole audience could see it, his cock barreling back and forth in what had used to be a tight ring, slick with oil and cum. Above it, the vibrator buzzed against Ziradith’s pussy, pushing her to the edge of madness. Her feet were up in the air, and her toes were curling in pleasure.

She moaned at the top of her lungs, squirting again and again through Noah’s ceaseless anal pounding. The guests watching were fortunate to have their masks and cloaks on, as they ended up in the splash zone. Noah continued fucking her for quite a while and in various positions, thoroughly defiling the elegant duchess. Finally, with the hour drawing late, Noah pulled out of her for the last time. She was lying on the cot, semiconscious and basted with their combined sexual fluids. Noah took Ziradith’s monogrammed handkerchief, swiped from earlier, and used it to wipe up some of the semen dripping from her asshole. Then, he pulled off her veil and threw it aside to the shock of the audience.

“Is that Ziradith Herald?!”

“The duchess!”

“I can’t believe it!”

Their voices caused her mind to clear, just in time to see Noah stroking his cock as he ejaculated onto her face and into her open mouth. She sat up, eyes wide as his seed rolled around on her tongue and down her cheeks. “Oh God…” she gasped as she looked around, feeling the eyes of everyone in the room on her filthy naked body. Everyone recognized her, and they were clamoring in disbelief, surprise, and perverse enjoyment. She finally turned to Noah, standing over her, and pointlessly tried to cover herself with her hands. “You bastard!” she shrieked.

“Like I told you before, Duchess, this whole party was planned to put you in front of me. If you want to know why I went to the trouble, ask your son how the old Knight’s Sheath burned down.” He then removed his mask, so everyone in the audience could see and memorize his face. “Oh, and by the way, my name isn’t Henry. It’s Noah.”

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