Bloody Banquet
I felt Elise and Rubia's sticky gazes devouring every inch of my body, and I pounded into Seria pinned beneath me even more ferociously, like a wild beast. My violent pleasure—dragged kicking and screaming from the swamp of unconsciousness into harsh reality—was only inflamed further by their shocked stares, madly awakening the deep sadistic instincts buried within me.
"Haah, haat...! M-Master...! Ngh...!"
The silver-white royal gown of the finest quality that Elise had so carefully dressed her in was already torn to shreds, rolling wretchedly across Seria's pale white skin. Shame at having to endure my bestial lust right in front of her sister and Elise made her try to shake her head away, but I mercilessly seized her chin and locked it in place, denying her any escape. Each time the black-red aura of the abyss coiled around my body pierced deep into her core and throbbed wildly, sweet, vulgar moans she couldn't suppress burst endlessly from between Seria's lips.
As her youthful face devolved into a mess of ecstasy and physiological tears, the savage energy churning in my lower abdomen finally reached its breaking point. I seized a fistful of Seria's red hair—she was trembling violently, clinging desperately to me—and poured every last drop of my hottest, stickiest essence of power into her gaping red lips.
"Ugh...! Mmph, gulp... cough..!"
Seria could barely breathe as she pathetically swallowed the turbid, beastly remnants spewed from my abyss down her throat. What she couldn't gulp down oozed stickily down her milky cheeks, and with all strength drained from her body, she slumped against my chest, gasping raggedly for air.
The two women who had witnessed that astonishing, obscenely public defilement had long since lost every shred of reason, evaporated into thin air.
I steadied my ragged breaths and turned toward Elise and Rubia. Elise's face—who had been feigning innocence while venting her frustration at me—was flushed beet-red, as if ready to burst. Her eyes held outward shock and jealousy, but the front of her ornate noble gown heaved precariously with her labored breaths. Through the luxurious silk, the contours of her voluptuous breasts—aroused by the sight of her master's savage brutality—and her stiffly erect nipples were brazenly outlined, quivering visibly.
Rubia, who had covered her eyes with both hands, was no different. Peering through the gaps in her splayed fingers at her sister crumbling in my arms, her legs were already twisted grotesquely, steeped in taboo thrill and pleasure. Clamped tight between her thighs, panting desperately—it was a ridiculous spectacle.
All of them voiced shame and horror from their lips, but their vulgar, lewdly soaked bodies merely trembled like bitches in heat, desperately craving the master's beastly touch to crush them next in turn.
But the instinct gnawing at my flesh differed slightly from those horny bitches' desperate wishes.
During the days I lay collapsed from the abyss's backlash, lost in bestial slumber, the outside world had churned onward with ruthless efficiency. True to the absolute command I'd issued before blacking out, Elise was uprooting Ignis's reign of blood, enacting radical reforms. The knight order that had crushed the commoners was disarmed, and the rotten vestiges of mana supremacy were being systematically incinerated—piling up layer by layer over my unconscious form.
Yet grand territorial affairs paled against the immediate pressure: my body, starved for days, screaming with ravenous hunger.
I indifferently shoved aside Seria—her red hair splayed across my chest—and declared I would eat, hauling my heavy body from the bed.
I was just stepping off the bed when—
"M-Master... a meal? You've only just woken after days... and you're going to fill up on that tasteless slop...?"
Rubia—who had been panting with her face buried in her hands—crawled forward on all fours and plastered herself to my thigh. Tilting up her flushed face, her eyes oozed thick, animal heat. Brazenly parting the front of her ornate noble gown, she began her seductive, blatant coquetry.
"I... I don't want hard bread crumbs. I crave Master's hot lower half. Can't you feed me steaming rice first—in my mouth, no, inside me...?"
It was the impudent challenge of a spoiled bitch daring to hijack even her master's meal to sate her own lust first.
I snorted coldly. This impudent beast crawling up needed discipline etched into her bones.
"A beast who's forgotten basic table manners needs the fitting punishment to remind her."
Without a moment's hesitation, I snatched Rubia's slender torso—clinging to my thigh—with both hands, crushing it in my grip. Like handling a mindless onahole made solely for my pleasure, I hoisted her roughly and slammed her onto the bed in the most humiliating position. Then, my power—still ferociously boiling even after flooding Seria's mouth moments ago—rammed mercilessly into Rubia's narrowest, most intimate abyss.
"Aaah! Hic, haaaang!"
The punishing ravagement began. Each savage thrust of my hips sent Rubia's red hair crashing like waves across the bed, her mouth erupting in endless, tearing beast-moans she couldn't stifle against the pleasure. The pride of the arrogant genius summoner crumbled pathetically before my ruthless bestial mating.
I gave her no chance to breathe, pounding with such violence that the dull slaps of flesh filled the room. After an eternity of beastly violation, Rubia hit her pleasure limit—erupting in a grotesque squirting burst across the sheets.
"Ah, aa... Master, masteeeer...!"
Her white thighs spasming, swept away by waves of overwhelming ecstasy, her eyes rolled back pure white. Taking my final load in full, Rubia collapsed like a ragdoll into her sister Seria's arms—Seria frozen in horrified shock—exhaling ragged gasps.
Elise watched as Rubia crumbled into Seria's embrace amid that grotesque burst at the end of our bestial coupling. Even her final shred of pride—as the territory's high mage and Ignis's steadfast guard—shattered utterly before that overwhelming, violent scent of pleasure.
"Haa, haa... M-Master..."
Elise could no longer feign noble composure. Her red hair clung sweat-soaked to her cheeks; her panting lips quivered, eager to devour her master's power right then.
She crawled desperately to the bedside on all fours and clutched my ankle. The hem of her once-grand noble gown was soaked dark, contaminated. Her pent-up lust had breached critical mass—uncontrollable juices gushing from between her legs, slicking the marble floor with a musky sheen.
"I, I too... please hold me... my belly's empty, I'm going mad... yes...?"
This was the moment Elise—who had stood tall even before the commoners she despised—degenerated into a perfect bitch, leaking shamelessly between her legs while begging for mating like an animal.
But I callously kicked her chin away from my pant leg with my toe.
"Out of my way. I said I'm starving and eating first."
As I issued the icy dismissal and turned for the bedroom door, terror of rejection and her bitch-body's frantic need reduced Elise to utter wretchedness. She dropped to her knees in a panic, blocking my path, forehead slamming the floor in desperate plea.
"Th-then please, go to the banquet hall! While you slept these days, as we reformed the territory... the mine folk and commoners prepared a lavish feast night and day to repay your grace."
Elise clung desperately, invoking even the sincerity of the "bugs" she'd once scorned, anything to appease me and stay in my sight.
"They revere you—their savior from hell—as a god now. Please don't spurn the thanks those lowly ones bled and sweated for, their noble devotion. I... I'll serve you myself!"
Her pathetic, laughable spectacle—crawling on the floor, offering to guide while leaking uncontrollably—drew a short tsk from me. Reluctantly, I permitted her lead.
Leaving the bedroom and following Elise, the lord's castle's vast, opulent banquet hall soon sprawled before me. The long table brimmed gapless with delicacies, just as she'd said: finest tableware, steaming meats, sweet fruits, the territory's rarest liquors.
Days ago, these mine commoners had cursed mages to hell. Now, tales of my heroism spread; fully subjugated by my overwhelming might and mercy, they'd wrung their life's blood into this extravagant gratitude.
Thus began the arrogant, lavish bloody banquet—erected on blood-soaked ashes, prepared solely for me.