24 The Husband Sells the Son, the Wife Sells the Husband Part 2, R-18 (1/2)
In Klaus' book of the enterprising nobleman, sexual skills didn't lose out to battle skills. Therefore, Klaus ensured Kilian would learn all there was to from his devoted wife—mother of Kilian's younger half-brother, Florens von Karsten. That woman aside, across the seven months of licentious training, Klaus provided several noble girls and women for Kilian to practice on, thereby giving him a solid foundation in the sexual arts.
Needless to say, although Kilian never bothered remembering their names, he mastered the craft. A woman like Ophelia, who spent one-third of her life with a self-serving man such as Olaf, couldn't resist him. And as the noblewoman writhed on his fingertips, trembling every time he found, hit and teased a sweet spot, Kilian couldn't help but acknowledge the wisdom of his father's words. Without artifices, he held her in his thrall.
”Oooh...ohhh...ohhh!” Writhing in ecstasy, Ophelia wrapped her arms around her breasts, tilted her head back and let out increasingly louder groans as she surrendered to her impending orgasm. But there, Kilian stopped, slowly sliding his finger out of the lady's snatch.
”Mhmm...your lordship…how could you...” Ophelia whimpered in protest, forgetting all decorum. With a subtle hand wave, Kilian made her turn 180, forcing her lust-glazed eyes to lock on the bulge in his pants—she instantly gulped.
Kilian's eyes went between his bulge and Ophelia's dripping cunt, but though he never spoke one word, when he again stroked her labia, Ophelia could guess the intent behind his move. Dropping on her knees, she unbuckled and unzipped Kilian's pants, freeing his half-erect cock from the confines of his pants.
Even flaccid, the imposing member spoke tantalizing tales of its prowesses. But it wasn't so much the length that gripped Ophelia's attention. After all, the nobility had long since solved that problem, with the average nobleman having an erect cock of 17.7 cm. No, from Kilian's veiny shaft, Ophelia felt an almost imperceptible scent that compelled her mortal mind into worship—an aftereffect of Ashera's Mark.
Holding the base of Kilian's cock, Ophelia gave the meat-rod several gentle pumps before gliding her tongue across its pulsing veins. From bottom to top, and from top to bottom, Ophelia trailed her tongue across Kilian's cock, licking sides and underside before pushing his meat-rod down her throat.
With that one move, Kilian now stood fully erect and, unbeknown to Ophelia, Ashera's mark burned in a crimson red. Not wasting any more time, Ophelia stood up and, while still holding Kilian's cock with her left hand, straddled him. Aligning the 20 cm of meat-rod with her cunt, Ophelia directly impaled herself on top of it, letting the profane rod fill her in its entirety.
”Aanh…” Ophelia's walls stretched to fit Kilian's rod, her lips parted in a low groan, and she lowered her hands on his shoulders—firmly holding him. Not staying idle, Kilian grabbed the noblewoman's ass cheeks to drive her up and down his shaft in a slow-paced, torturous bliss. But unlike with Jezebel, though he definitely enjoyed Ophelia's fold, Kilian felt no rush, no bit of fehl delight. The high wasn't there—yet. Ophelia, however, was having the time of her life, and without any false constraints, clung onto Kilian's neck to pump his cock harder and faster within her.
The nefarious energies of Ashera's Mark gushed forth, making Ophelia break through barriers upon barriers of delight, and abandon herself to the heaven she now smacked her ass on. Olaf and his dumbfounded wastrel of a son watched in awe as Ophelia's wiggling ass bounced on Kilian's cock. The relentless sounds of her ass cheeks kissing his hefty balls put them both in quite the uncomfortable position.
”Getting a hardon from your faithless wife smacking her rump on the conqueror's cock...good thing I'm thick-skinned!” Olaf silently comforted himself. Meanwhile, the squelching and smacking sounds of Ophelia's cunt devouring Kilian's rod carried on.
”Ahh...ahhh...ahh!” By now, Opehlia's tongue lolled out, her eyes rolled back, and she neared her third orgasm. With a smile, Kilian slid his hands up to Ophelia's waist, and while she still impaled herself on his rod, he stood up, holding her mid-air.
Ophelia's legs gave out, making her bend in a perpendicular angle with respect to Kilian. But strangely, though she had nothing to support her, an invisible wall seemed to flawlessly maintain her in that position. It didn't take a genius to realize that Kilian used his arcane gifts to play tricks.
Ready to end the lady's plight, Kilian drove his cock in and out, hammering Ophelia at full speed. The sudden change sent her into another orgasm, and it was almost as if the world around her changed, as if a tide submerged her, dragging her into new layers of heaven.
”Ohhh...more...I can't...oooohh!!!” The intensity had reached something Ophelia's mortal mind couldn't endure, and as she broke into successions of orgasms, her mind neared collapse. But at that time, Kilian's cock tensed, his lips curved into a fiendish grin, and with a low growl, he sheathed himself in the quivering Ophelia, letting his profane spunk paint her walls white.
Red light surged from his rod, spreading throughout Ophelia's body before latching onto her soul. Pulling out, Kilian let go of Ophelia, and she dropped onto the ground, still cum-dazed. The fehl forces corrupting her kicked in, and while the warmth of Kilian's spunk still filled her, Ophelia's eyes went bloodshot.
The fehl forces in that cumshot, forces that now ingrained themselves in her body and soul, triggered mutations. Ophelia morphed, her blue hair turned dark grey, her eyes, crimson. The white of her sclera vanished under the crimson hue's spread, and her pupils went from round to slitted.
”AAAAAAAAARGH!” Sensing her changes, Ophelia screamed in horror, but she wasn't the only one. Olaf and his son too screamed in fright! What was this? The worst nightmare of all noble houses: the fehl taint!
Olaf didn't want to know why the dra didn't flow in reverse. He didn't want to know why her ears elongated into fox ears, or why her changes showed no sign of stopping. No, terror-stricken, Olaf stood up, seeking a sword, a blade, anything to behead the creature on the spot! His dread of the fehl implications outpaced his fear of Kilian!
Kilian waved his hand, and against his best judgment, Olaf knelt back on the ground. Two large, dark-grey fox tails sprouted from Ophelia's back, her nails turned into claws, and her skin too turned dark grey. Ophelia leaped back on her feet, sweeping the father and son pair with bared fangs.