Ventorino Kingdom - Collapse or Fall (24)
"A-ah, th-thank you…"
Slurp─!
"…Hih-ehk─?! …Ah, ah, ah, ah♥♥"
Clara let out an ecstatic cry as a shivering wave of pleasure surged from deep inside her womb and spread through her whole body. At last, the penetration she had wanted so badly. The result, naturally, was beyond satisfaction.
Her mouth hung open in a dazed, blissful smile as her body trembled with delight, and saliva pooled on her tongue before slipping out in a thread and dripping from the corner of Katarina’s mouth.
"……."
For a moment Katarina looked flustered, then—struck by some strange, inexplicable feeling—she flicked her tongue out and licked up her daughter’s saliva. It was sweet. Not sweet in any literal sense, but in a way that played tricks on the mind and made her feel oddly intoxicated. She knew perfectly well that was all it was, and yet it still tasted delicious.
It was nothing compared to Valdes’s semen, of course, but Clara’s saliva had a curious, addictive quality of its own.
As Katarina clicked her tongue, the faint aftertaste lingering in her mouth only stirred her further. The lingering warmth of that wet, sticky kiss she had shared with her daughter—and with Valdes—still clung to her, along with the mingled heat of flesh and saliva.
Squelch, squelch, squelch. Splat, splat, splat.
"Ah, ah, ngh, ah, ahh, ah, hhh…♥"
Though it was still not quite as intense as when Valdes took her directly, the vibrations transmitted through her daughter’s body were more than strong enough.
As Clara shivered again under that stimulation, she lowered her half-lidded gaze and looked down at Katarina with a naughty, teasing expression.
"Haa, mm… Mom. Please watch me having sex with Master…♥"
"…Yes, of course…♥"
Seeing her daughter make such a shameless request with a radiant smile, Katarina quietly leaned in and kissed her. It was the complete opposite of the situation from a moment ago. Clara’s eyes widened, then quickly curved into smiling crescents.
This time the kiss was not long or deep like before. It was brief, but thick with the saliva gathered in their mouths, smearing and mingling before breaking apart all too quickly.
"Haa… mhm. It’s strange."
"What is?"
"It feels better when Mom does it than when I’m with Lloyd…♥"
"My, my. What a lovely thing to say. I feel the same way… I like you better than that human lying over there♥"
…Damn, that’s actually fucking hot.
Listening to the strange conversation between mother and daughter, Valdes felt his cock driving into Clara’s cunt swell even harder. It didn’t exactly feel outrageously lewd, and yet for some reason it was arousing him all the more, stoking the fire in his groin.
Clara seemed to notice the growing size of the thing buried inside her as well, because her body shuddered and she let out a small, breathy sound. There was no way she couldn’t tell what kind of factor was making him even more excited while he hammered away at her. Her eyes brightened, and she began telling Katarina something even dirtier.
"Mm… haht! A-ah, mo-om…♥"
"Yes, my daughter."
"You asked me earlier, didn’t you? About how Master trained me."
"Y-yes, well…."
Now that she was actually about to hear the story from Clara herself, Katarina began to feel a faint unease. Even the experiences she herself had gone through were nowhere near normal. So what on earth had happened to a daughter who seemed even more warped than she was?
She was curious, but at the same time she had the uneasy sense that this was knowledge she should never have. Besides, it was all in the past now. Did she really need to know?
Clara, still unaware of what her mother was thinking, continued speaking in soft moans.
"You see, I think… huhh, I really must be my parents’ daughter…♥"
"…What? What is that supposed to mean…."
"I was just way too… h-hah, perverted♥"
"Oh? …Hah."
Stunned, Katarina let out a dry, incredulous laugh.
Of course she knew that. She knew very well that she herself was a pervert. And from what Valdes had explained to her in broad strokes, her husband Marc was no model of sanity either. So it made perfect sense that their children might be equally warped. One look at their son Alfonso was enough to prove that much—so how could their daughter be any different?
Still, hearing it directly from the person concerned was a different matter entirely.
"Clara, you’re really…."
"Haa, Mom. I mean…."
"No, listen to me first…"
"I really love walking around naked outside♥"
"…What?"
What was this supposed to mean now?
Katarina stared at Clara with a face full of confusion. But even through the haze of pleasure, her daughter didn’t look like she was lying.
"Y-you… don’t tell me…."
"Yes, that’s right♥ Hngh…! I was wandering the night streets naked, and then, ahh, Master caught me♥"
"……."
"From that moment on, Master raised me because I was a pervert. Mm, hngh! B-because of that… I understood. I was born to become Master’s slave, his bitch♥"
"…Ha ha…."
Katarina felt a headache coming on from her daughter’s confession. When she glanced sidelong at Valdes, he was still driving his hips hard, and the moment his eyes met hers, he flashed a small smile. It was handsome, erotic, and utterly devilish.
In that instant, she could finally be certain of one thing.
She didn’t know exactly what he had done, but all of this was part of Valdes’s plan.
What she had only vaguely sensed while listening to his story was now settled as fact in her mind. The basis for it was nothing more than her own intuition, but if it was a story Valdes had told Marc, then it was more than enough evidence. Stealing his wife and daughter as the objects of revenge.
…No, I was already thinking that before. Right, nothing changes. I’m already pregnant, too. So all I need to do is live the rest of my life serving him.
Katarina turned her attention back to Clara.
For Valdes to keep allowing Clara to talk to her while he pounded away at her hips in earnest was, in its own way, a kind of consideration. What man actually enjoyed his woman chatting with someone else while he was deep inside her? So if he was being considerate, she had to make him happy in return.
"Hngh… heh. Should I keep going? Haa, losing my virginity happened outside too. I got in trouble for doing something wrong, and then—ngh!—w-while I was being punished, Master took pity on me…. He said he’d forgive me if I went through the hole in the wall♥"
"Mm, mm. I see."
"Yes♥ So I tried really hard to get in, but… ngh, I failed."
"Oh dear."
"Huhh… I-I’m really such an idiot, aren’t I? Hah, hahh! …And then after that… Master acted like he was someone else and… took my virginity for me…♥ That’s when I understood perfectly. I realized my identity…. I, I…"
Smack!!
"Hahh─!!"
"All right, why don’t you tell me too, huh? Your identity."
"Y-yes, hehe♥ Clara is Master’s eternal slave, his bitch, and his fucktoy♥"
Clara’s declaration was directed at Valdes, but Katarina answered in her place.
She spread her arms and pulled her daughter into an embrace. Then, with the bright smile of a mother congratulating her child’s growth, she praised Clara.
"Yes, yes. My daughter Clara… you’ve become so splendid…♥"
Watching that abnormal scene, Valdes thought to himself, What a touching sight. It was a fitting thought, since he was the one who had created it. And the goal behind it was nothing other than revenge—a revenge that was now advancing perfectly, driving straight toward its conclusion.
How could he not be satisfied?
"I’m glad you’re both enjoying yourselves!"
With that shout, Valdes clamped harder onto Clara’s reddened ass and thrust his hips more savagely. The sight of the daughter, naked and nestled in her mother’s arms, was enough on its own to drive any man mad. And on top of that, the semen still dripping from Katarina’s slit and the other filthy details only made the excitement taste that much richer.
As he pumped his hips with all his strength, the floor kept shifting beneath them, making his stance unstable and threatening to ruin his balance. Then he caught the faint stench of urine wafting up from below, and remembered something he had briefly forgotten.
Ah, right. I need to clean this up too.
He briefly let go of Clara’s ass, quickly cleaned the bed with magic, then grabbed her again and gave her swollen butt another hard smack with his palm. Clara came again from that alone, panting and spraying her juices in a fresh flood.
Once more he concentrated on thrusting, and it didn’t take long before he could feel his climax approaching. The strange thing was that the more he came, the more aroused he became, and the faster the next release seemed to arrive. Even by his own standards, it was a grotesque amount of stamina. But then again, no man in the world would ever complain about having too much of it.
Clara, having finished talking with her mother, also seemed to have reached the brink again. Still nestled in Katarina’s arms, she wriggled her hips and cried out ecstatically.
"Ah, mm, hngh, ahh… a-ah, I’m c-cumming…♥ The Master’s bitch is going to, uh, c-cum again…♥"
"Then go on and cum nicely in your mother’s arms♥"
Katarina loosened one arm from around her daughter, sliding one hand down to clamp onto her ass while the other seized her breast hard.
As she pulled the captured buttocks aside, the secret flower hidden between those two soft lumps slowly came into view. In perfect harmony, Valdes spread her thighs as well. There, thanks to his training, sat that obscene anal opening—tight, obedient, and now opening and closing all on its own.
He smiled wickedly and slid one leisurely finger deep into the hole.
"Hih, hiihh…?! A-ah, M-Master, th-that part…♥"
"What’s wrong? It’s not like this is the first time."
"A-ahh, n-no, that’s true♥"
To prove it, Clara’s ass clenched hard around the two knuckles of his middle finger buried inside her. It was the kind of grip that seemed to be begging for something longer to come in after it.
Valdes curved his finger slightly and slowly scraped the hot, winding passage from within. Since he had previously ordered her to empty it properly every day, there was no danger of it being dirty. She had probably cleaned herself automatically before coming here anyway.
"O-ohh, mm, mmhhaat…♥"
"Ahh…."
Watching his daughter spew filthy moans while he finger-fucked her ass, Katarina was seized by a strange desire of her own: she wanted to try it too. The fact that she could use a place so intimate, one that should normally never be touched, for sex only sharpened her depravity, igniting her sexual tastes even more.
Of course she couldn’t do it now, but the moment anal intercourse became deeply etched into the queen’s mind, there was no erasing it.
"Haa, ngh! I can’t take it anymore…! I’m cumming too!"
At last, Valdes shouted that he could no longer hold back and drove his cock deep into her cunt. The instant his glans struck her womb, he let the tension in his waist and lower body burst away, and spilled all the semen he had just been shooting into her mother directly into his daughter.
"Nngh, nghh, uu, ng-hahh, ah, haa…♥♥"
"Heh. Yes. I’ll say back to you exactly what you said to me. My daughter… you really are beautiful, and just as pervertedly filthy as well."
"Haa, hahh… t-thank you, Mom…. Heh, I j-just came…♥"
"Yes, Mother saw it. That was an absolutely splendid climax."
"Hh, hhhm…."
With affectionate tenderness, Katarina gently stroked Clara’s hair as she recovered from her orgasm. That long white hair, so much like her own. Watching a daughter who somehow reminded her of her younger self come apart on Valdes’s cock gave her a small, vicarious sense of satisfaction.
"Whew… I guess mothers and daughters really do taste the same down there."
"Mm… is that supposed to be a compliment…?"
"Of course it is."
"Being compared to your daughter in terms of pussy, that feels kind of… ah, kyaahh?!“
Katarina’s expression turned faintly strange before she let out a small shriek. Valdes’s finger had slipped into the hole, stirring the flesh of her cunt and pushing through the small amount of semen still left there.
"V-Valdes-sama…!"
"What’s wrong? We have to switch it up this time too. Rachel still hasn’t woken up because she didn’t have the stamina for it, so the next turn is obvious, isn’t it?"
"Ah… y-yes♥"
By now, the queen’s voice was brimming with anticipation and excitement.
She knew all too well just how monstrous Valdes’s stamina was. She had already spent an entire night being tormented by it and had felt it firsthand in her own body. And after seeing him still perfectly fine the next day, she was actually starting to feel a little afraid.
She had briefly wondered if the three of them might be able to endure it together, but one of them already seemed to be finished, and even just with the daughter it would probably be difficult. So all that remained was to surrender her body to him and let him stain her mind with pleasure all night long. She didn’t want anything more than that.
"Please, put it in a lot, a lot, M-Master…."
"Oh?"
Katarina, following her daughter’s example, called him Master.
The shy way she said it gave it a completely different feeling from Clara’s version.
"Then of course I will. At the very least…"
Valdes turned his head and looked toward Marc, who still hadn’t regained his senses.
"…I should keep going until that bastard comes to, don’t you think?"
Not giving him even a chance to gather his wits.
With that thought muttered inwardly, Valdes enjoyed a mother-and-daughter pile-on using Katarina and Clara. The three-way debauchery that followed went on for several more hours. Valdes splashed semen over not only the mother and daughter’s pussies, but also their faces and their ample breasts, flaunting his overwhelming virility.
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Sploosh-sploosh-sploosh-sploosh─!!
"Keh, fuck. I’m at my limit too!"
"Hek, h-hek, ngh, h-haah…!"
After laying the first unconscious Clara beside Rachel, Katarina got down from the bed, and Valdes carried her while continuing to pound into her.
In truth, Katarina was not really in a normal state either; she had simply not blacked out. Her eyes had lost focus, and she looked every bit as shattered as someone who had been driven past her limits. Valdes, still moving his hips in a final sprint against her, suddenly seemed to remember something and, carrying the queen in his arms, took one step after another toward Marc.
During the long stretch of the three-way fucking, Marc had regained consciousness two or three times, but each time the hellish scene unfolding before his eyes had quickly robbed him of his senses once more.
"Whew, and for the finish…."
Coming to a stop directly in front of Marc, Valdes drove hard against Katarina’s womb one last time, then yanked his cock free from her pussy in a flash.
Fwoooosh!! Fwoosh!
Fllrrrtt, fllrrt!! Fwrt-fwrt, frrrt…!!
Semen and female juices burst out together, splattering across the old king’s face.
"…I should at least try doing this once."
Still drenched in sweat and smiling with satisfaction, Valdes’s expression soon twisted.
"Ah, fuck. But this really is disgusting as hell. I’m never doing that again."
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