Mother-Daughter Ecstasy and the Emperor's Summons
The threesome with Seria and Lilith at the imperial palace summons continued all night long.
"Haa, haa. I love it, Master!"
Seria clung to my cock obsessively.
"Kiiing. Nng, nng."
Lilith screamed like a dog, completely lost in sex with me.
Why was Lilith making dog noises? Because Seria had said, "Now that I'm here, that woman has no need to speak human words."
They say jealous women are terrifying, and it was true. Lilith seemed to tease Seria's jealousy on purpose, flaunting herself. Even without words, she knew exactly what men liked through her body language alone. Especially when she shoved her tongue into my ass—I shuddered without realizing it.
Seria reacted with fury. I hadn't expected such an intense response; I was a bit surprised. I grabbed Seria's waist and thrust my cock deep into her ass, as if to shatter it. Thwack! Thwack!
"Nngh, Master, harder!"
"You like this?"
"Yes, I love it! I'm gonna die, Master! It feels so good! Master!"
Seria let out a scream of near-ecstatic joy. Her pussy gripped my cock more relentlessly than any I'd ever felt, as if refusing to let it go. I had no idea how hard I'd worked not to cum prematurely amid the shaking of her hips.
"Kkuuuh!"
Seria gritted her teeth, her body trembling. Tension built in her toes, and her hands clinging to my back tightened. Her nails scratched my back. A burning pain spread across it.
"Feels that good?"
"Yes... it does..."
She gazed at me with rapturous eyes.
Now it was Lilith's turn.
"Kiiing. Woof! Woof!"
Lilith barked like a dog craving my cock, shaking her ass. I rewarded her cuteness by plunging into her.
"Haaaang!"
But she couldn't hold back her moans like a dog. "Haa, hng! Heuugh!" Every thrust drew bitch-in-heat cries from her.
Seria coldly watched Lilith fail to suppress her human moans, but that was all. Since I said nothing, she held her tongue too. Instead, she caressed my body as I pounded Lilith's pussy.
"Haa, Master's body... it's so firm. Let me make you feel good."
Seria eyed my back, spotting the nail marks she'd just left.
"The wound I made... the wound only I could make..."
Her entranced voice murmured from behind me.
"Does it hurt?"
I didn't answer.
"I'll make it feel better."
Seria licked the stinging wound. Like a cat grooming, she tenderly lapped at the scratches on my back. And since it was right on one of my erogenous zones...
"Kh."
I shuddered involuntarily.
"Hehe. Feels good?"
"Insolent, Seria."
"It's fine. As long as Master likes it."
Seria licked my back. I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was smiling.
"Heok, heook, kiiiing!"
Lilith panted wildly beneath me. Sensing the rising urge from below, I came inside her.
"Haa, haa. You came so much."
Seria took my freshly spent cock into her mouth.
"Jwoha chyongsohae driryeyo. (I'll clean it up for you.)"
With it in her mouth, she sucked hard, as if trying to draw out every last drop from my urethra. Watching, Lilith joined in, licking my ballsack with her. The remnants in my urethra were sucked clean.
The sight of both women with my cock in their mouths made it throb back to life.
"Lie down together."
Lilith lay on the bed, Seria atop her. Mother-daughter sandwich. Their pussies quivered against each other. I slid my cock between them. Their labia gripped it. A novel sensation.
"Haaang, huaaah, wait... our clits are rubbing..."
"Kiiing, kiing!"
I pounded away to their mingled cries. I lost count of the orgasms. I came freely inside Seria and Lilith, and they passed out multiple times from pleasure.
When Seria blacked out, I'd fuck Lilith; when Lilith did, Seria. That's how I spent the night with them.
"Hm."
I opened my eyes. The sun was already high in the sky. I looked at Lilith, pillowed on my arm. Her face so similar to Seria's, whom I'd just been pounding. Not long ago, a transcendent succubus. She'd possessed Seria's body recklessly, and now her mind was broken. Yet here she lay beside me after our night together.
I glanced at Seria on my other side. Naked, she slept curled in my arms.
"Mm..."
Seria burrowed deeper into me. We were already skin-to-skin—what more did she need? Seria craved my cock intensely. Probably because her enchanting scent had triggered her heat, showing a side different from usual. Even after its glow faded, her obsession lingered. Toward the end, she preferred cuddling over sex. Perhaps her half-transcendent body was far more sensitive to spells.
"Master..."
Her sleep-talk was a bit cute. Leaving the soundly sleeping pair, I rose, donned a robe, and walked the hall.
"Sebastian."
"Yes, Master."
How long had he been there? His voice came from behind.
"The emperor invited me to a party at the palace. What do you think it's about?"
"It's not to pressure you, Master."
"Then?"
"Likely a genuine issue with the empress."
"Why do you think so?"
"A report from Ellis. The Red Lotus—emperor's assassination and intel unit—is no longer watching you."
"Is that so?"
"Seems they dropped suspicions since your last visit."
"...Then why hasn't Ellis returned?"
She was Red Lotus too. If the emperor trusted me, she should go back.
"By her own choice, she's staying."
"I see."
"Yes."
"Then send Ellis back."
"Any reason?"
Double agent. I'd plant her with the emperor to extract inner intel. Her skills were unquestionable. Trusted assassin in Red Lotus, even by leader Luis. Too bad her opponent was me—she got caught.
"I need to monitor the emperor's movements too."
"Ah."
Sebastian sighed in understanding.
"Can you trust her? She's a Red Lotus assassin."
"I can. She won't betray me."
Not just anyone—the only woman to inhale concentrated enchanting scent. A dangerous aroma that ensnares the mind like drugs.
I did it on purpose.
Ellis already had an odd submissive streak toward me. She'd do anything for praise.
"Understood. I'll relay your will."
"Good."
Then I should prepare to meet the emperor.
Two weeks passed.
"Master."
Afterward, Seria clung to me unusually. She'd trail me unbidden or visit my office uncalled. Sebastian dragged her away each time, but I didn't stop her.
Our eyes met, her face flushing; sometimes she couldn't meet my gaze and looked away.
Getting too close is risky.
The emperor wanted a Seria tormented by my training and sex, yet pleasured. Not one blissfully in love.
"I'm entering the palace today. Don't wait up."
"Something happen?" Seria asked.
"His Majesty summoned me personally over empress matters. Won't end in a day."
"Ah."
At mention of the empress—her rival—Seria sighed anxiously.
"W-Wait..."
I knew her fear.
"Nothing like that. Don't worry."
"Ah, yes..."
Then Sebastian asked, "Leaving immediately?"
"Probably."
The palace was always uncomfortable. I realized entering it how much I hated the mana seal.
"Mind the mansion while I'm gone."
"Understood."
Sebastian bowed.
"M-Master..."
Seria called as I headed out.
"Come back safe."
Had she ever said that?
"Got it."
What changed her? I stroked her head.
Hahaha. Hohoho.
Laughter filled the palace banquet hall. Nobles clustered, chattering. Noble faction with nobles, imperial with imperial, neutrals squeezed between, sticking to their own.
Laughter abounded, but court intrigue never ceased.
No Siegfried.
The noble faction trembled at their leader's absence.
"Hahaha, heard an iron mine was found in the Torimong Mountains."
"Heh heh, all thanks to His Majesty."
They laughed among themselves, but voices lacked vigor. Eyes darted warily.
If the nobles are this shaken...
Unexpected he hasn't shown yet.
Siegfried's absence dragged on. Shocked by Seria, probably.
Guilt over abandoning his daughter?
A choice to save the house. Guilt with reason.
Already on the cliff's edge, huh.
I eyed the neutral nobles. Count Ronald at center, chatting while poaching nobles.
Good work.
I passed pretending ignorance. No need for contact yet.
"Haha, Minister Morris Dmitry! You've come."
Duke Solarion. Beside him, Emir, risen from bed.
"Greetings."
Her face emotionless, a dry hello vowing no feelings. I bowed too.
"It's been a while."
"Yes."
Stiff exchange ended.
"Ahem."
Unexpected? Solarion cleared his throat.
"Emir, aren't you glad to see Minister Morris?"
"No. Why should I be?"
Her voice icy.
"However..."
"Father, I'll step out."
Emir bowed and left. Solarion watched her retreating back.
"Hm, she's been like this since waking. As if cut off from the world."
"Is that so?"
"Shouldn't you tell her? That you healed her. She'd be happy."
"Better as a secret."
I spoke watching Emir's back too.
"Why?"
"No intent to marry her."
In her current state, anyway.
"...Serious?"
Solarion's voice heavy with worry.
"Yes. False hopes would hurt her more."
"So keep it secret?"
"Exactly."
"Haa."
His sigh was deep, thick.
"Maybe I ruined my daughter. If I could turn back time, I'd go before breaking your betrothal."
"No need for self-blame. Not your fault, Duke."
Just that he was imperial faction.
Then—
"The Sun of the Empire, His Imperial Majesty Emperor Ryuclid von Vermut, and his sole radiant consort, Empress Cecilia, enter!"
The knight's voice rang; all knelt on one knee. Me too.
Emperor and empress entered hand-in-hand. He smiled leisurely, surveying us. My gaze fixed on the empress—to check her state.
Her eyes with his hand looked oddly off. Face like sunk in abyss. Expressionless. Soul gone.
She was the romance novel heroine. Strong-willed to endure any hardship alone. Why this face?
What did the emperor do?
Then, he turned to me. Our eyes met. He grinned.
Like a devil.