Harem Master: Seduction System

Chapter 422: Craving

The dense, suffocating canopy of the Ten-Thousand Peaks Calamity Forest slowly began to thin as the elite vanguard of the Imperial Guards carved a secure pathway toward the designated central rendezvous point. The extraction from the cavern had been executed with the utmost martial precision. Commander Jin and his seasoned veterans, their armor scorched and dented from their harrowing survival against the Beast Horde, surrounded the royal women in a flawless, impenetrable diamond formation, their Half-Step Martial Emperor senses scanning every shadow for lingering threats.

Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua walked near the center of the formation, their sapphire-blue and crimson-gold hunting garments elegantly arranged to hide the profound, mind-shattering debauchery they had endured over the past week. However, the internal hierarchy of their group had undergone an apocalyptic, irreversible shift.

“Commander Jin,” Imperial Consort Shu spoke, her melodic, aristocratic voice echoing with an absolute, unyielding authority that caused the veteran guards to instantly stiffen in attention. She paused her graceful stride, turning to look directly at the battle-worn commander.

“Yes, Imperial Consort?” Commander Jin bowed deeply, his golden halberd resting at his side.

“I wish to make a matter of protocol explicitly clear moving forward,” Imperial Consort Shu declared, her ethereal eyes narrowing slightly. She gestured gracefully toward the handsome, seemingly unassuming wandering scholar walking leisurely beside Gu Ling and Ling Ying. “Master Alaric is not to be treated as a mere civilian guest or a passing scholar any longer. During the catastrophic spatial collapse that trapped us within that cavern, it was his profound, unparalleled mastery of the ancient medical arts and survival techniques that kept my daughter and myself perfectly safe and wholly nourished.”

Princess Huang Hua stepped forward, snapping her spirit-peacock fan open with a sharp, resonant crack. “Indeed, Commander. We lacked absolutely nothing during our week of isolation, entirely due to Master Alaric’s tireless devotion to our well-being. From this moment onward, you and every guard within this convoy will treat his presence, his words, and his requests with the exact same absolute reverence and strict obedience that you would afford to the Imperial Family itself. Is that understood?”

Commander Jin blinked, momentarily surprised by the sheer, overwhelming elevation of the commoner’s status, but a loyal soldier of the Vanguard did not question the direct decrees of the Emperor’s wife and daughter.

“It is understood completely, Your Highnesses,” Commander Jin bowed even lower, offering a crisp, respectful martial salute directly to Alaric. “Master Alaric, the Imperial Guard owes you an unpayable debt for safeguarding the Royal Family. Your word is our command.”

Alaric merely offered a charming, modest smile, inclining his head perfectly. “I merely did what any gentleman would do in the presence of such esteemed company, Commander. I am humbled by the Imperial Consort’s praise.”

Gu Ling and Ling Ying exchanged a brief, silent glance, their hearts fluttering with absolute, fanatical devotion. Their own personal guards had long since been conditioned to obey Alaric’s whims, but seeing the highest-ranking Imperial Guards unwittingly bowing to the man who had spent the last week relentlessly violating their charges was a masterpiece of dark, psychological irony.

By midday, the procession arrived at the central rendezvous coordinate—a massive, elevated plateau overlooking a crystalline, sprawling lake. The guards moved with breathtaking efficiency, immediately establishing a grand, highly secure temporary encampment. Dozens of large, luxurious silk tents were erected, reinforced with interlocking, invisible array formations to deter any roaming Beast Kings.

In the center of the camp stood the primary imperial pavilion, a massive, opulent structure woven from golden spirit-spider silk and insulated with warming arrays.

“Launch the signal flares,” Imperial Consort Shu commanded, standing at the edge of the plateau.

Two of the elite guards stepped forward, infusing their Battle Aura into specialized, rune-inscribed cylinders. With a deafening hiss, two brilliant streaks of light shot high into the daytime sky. One flare exploded into a dazzling, golden dragon insignia to alert the wandering Feng Xiao, while the other blossomed into a deep, sapphire-blue lotus, signaling to the distant group of Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian that the lost royals had been found and the convoy was to reconvene.

“The signals are away, Imperial Consort. The others should arrive by nightfall,” Commander Jin reported.

“Excellent,” Consort Shu nodded dismissively. “My daughter, the Heiresses, and Master Alaric shall retire to the primary tent to rest and recuperate our spiritual energies. You are to establish a hard perimeter at fifty paces. Under absolutely no circumstances is anyone, including yourself, to enter the main tent or disturb us without our explicit, verbal summons. We require absolute, flawless silence for our meditation.”

“It shall be done, Imperial Consort,” the Commander affirmed, immediately barking orders to his subordinates to form a wide, outward-facing defensive ring.

The heavy, soundproofed flaps of the primary golden tent fell shut, completely isolating the five occupants from the outside world.

The moment the thick fabric sealed them in, the regal, untouchable facade of the Imperial Women instantly, violently shattered. The aristocratic pride evaporated like mist over a volcano, replaced entirely by a desperate, suffocating, and utterly consuming lust.

Alaric did not walk to the plush, velvet-lined cushions arranged in the center of the tent. He strolled casually toward a massive, ornate wooden chair that resembled a makeshift throne, taking a seat with the relaxed, sprawling arrogance of an emperor. He leaned back, his ruby eyes glowing with a dark, predatory fire as he looked at the four incredibly beautiful, powerful women standing before him.

“You played your parts flawlessly outside,” Alaric praised them, his deep, magnetic voice a low, vibrating rumble that caused all four women to shiver in synchronized, dripping anticipation. “But in here… you are nothing but my filthy, obedient sluts. And I have missed the sight of your bodies.”

“Master…” Imperial Consort Shu whimpered softly, her hands immediately flying to the high collar of her sapphire-blue hunting dress, desperate to shed the restrictive silk.

“Ah, ah,” Alaric tutted softly, raising a single finger to stop her. “I didn’t say you could undress. Not completely.”

He stood up from his chair, a wickedly sharp, slender dagger of pure, condensed wind magic materializing in his hand. He walked slowly toward the trembling women. He found the visual contrast between their elegant, highly formal imperial clothing and their entirely degraded, submissive demeanors far too intoxicating to simply discard. He wanted to enjoy their partial nakedness, turning their royal garments into the ultimate symbols of their corruption.

He approached Imperial Consort Shu first. The mature, voluptuous mother stood perfectly still, her breath hitching as he brought the invisible, razor-sharp wind blade to her chest.

With a few precise, agonizingly slow flicks of his wrist, Alaric sliced a massive, perfectly circular cutout directly into the front of her tight, sapphire-blue bodice. The heavy, restrictive silk fell away, and Consort Shu’s impossibly massive, incredibly heavy breasts spilled completely out of the garment. The pale, luscious globes of motherly flesh swung freely in the cool air of the tent, completely bare and exposed, while the rest of her torso, her neck, and her arms remained clad in the formal, high-collared dress.

“Ohhh…” Consort Shu let out a breathy, humiliated, yet deeply aroused moan as the cool air hit her stiff, dark pink nipples. The visual was staggeringly obscene—an Imperial Consort fully dressed for court, save for her massive breasts aggressively bursting from a perfectly cut hole in her chest.

Alaric moved to Princess Huang Hua. The athletic, fan-wielding princess wore a crimson-and-gold battle skirt that reached her ankles. Alaric crouched down and used the wind blade to slice the heavy fabric completely away from the front and back of her pelvis, creating a scandalous, high-cut loincloth effect. The modification entirely exposed her incredibly wide, curvaceous, bubbly buttocks and the slick, dark triangle of hair resting above her soaking wet, dripping pink pussy, while the flaps of the skirt still hung uselessly at her sides.

He didn’t spare Ling Ying or Gu Ling. He sliced the midriff entirely out of Ling Ying’s emerald tunic, exposing her soft, incredibly toned stomach and the luscious underboob of her heavy chest. For Gu Ling, the Heiress of the Gu Clan, he cut away the back of her pale lavender trousers, completely exposing the twin, flawless moons of her pale ass to his view.

Alaric returned to his makeshift throne, entirely satisfied with his handiwork. He unbuckled his own trousers, freeing his massive, thick, heavily veined erection. It sprang forward, rock-hard and pulsing with the terrifying, boundless Yang vitality of his Azure Spirit Lion bloodline.

“Now,” Alaric commanded, his voice dark and dripping with absolute authority. “Entertain me.”

The next several hours descended into a masterclass of absolute, humiliating degradation.

He commanded Princess Huang Hua to dance for him. The proud Princess, whose martial movements were celebrated across the empire for their elegant, deadly precision, was forced to perform a disgustingly seductive, filthy striptease routine without actually stripping. She swayed her wide, luscious hips to an unheard, primal rhythm, intentionally turning around to pop her completely bare, bubbly buttocks out toward him, her exposed, dripping pussy flashing into view with every scandalous spin.

“Yes, Princess,” Alaric taunted, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Shake that royal ass for your Master. Let me see how wet you are getting just from dancing for my cock.”

“Mnnn… Master… please…” Huang Hua whimpered, her face flushed a brilliant crimson, her hands desperately tracing the curves of her own body as she danced, her athletic chest heaving with overwhelming lust.

While Huang Hua danced, Alaric motioned for Imperial Consort Shu.

The mother of the Third Prince crawled across the plush carpets on her hands and knees, her massive, exposed breasts swaying heavily, occasionally brushing against the floor. She reached his throne, looking up at him with ethereal eyes entirely glazed over with absolute, fanatical devotion.

“Service me, Consort,” Alaric ordered, grabbing the back of her head.

Consort Shu didn’t hesitate for a single second. She pressed her face directly into his groin. She opened her mouth wide and took the blunt, purple head of his massive dick past her lips, letting out a soft, muffled sound of pure reverence. She aggressively, expertly sandwiched his thick shaft between the massive, soft flesh of her exposed breasts.

She utilized a devastatingly sloppy, devoted titty-fuck technique. She pushed her massive breasts together, trapping his cock in her deep, pale cleavage, while simultaneously bobbing her head up and down to deeply suck and lick the sensitive tip.

“Slurp… mhhmmm… slurp…” the wet, obscene sounds of the Imperial Consort eagerly, desperately servicing his cock filled the tent, perfectly harmonizing with the soft rustle of Princess Huang Hua’s seductive dancing.

Alaric groaned deeply, entirely enjoying the sensation. He reached out with one hand, violently grabbing one of Consort Shu’s massive breasts. He aggressively kneaded the heavy, motherly flesh, squeezing it so hard his fingers left faint white impressions on her pale skin, his thumb ruthlessly twisting her stiff, erect nipple while she choked on his dick.

Gu Ling and Ling Ying were not left idle. They flanked his throne, acting as his devoted, sensual handmaidens. Ling Ying used her exposed, soft midriff to sensually rub against his muscular bicep, her hands expertly massaging the tense muscles of his broad shoulders. Gu Ling knelt beside his leg, her delicate hands tracing light, agonizingly pleasurable patterns over his thighs, leaning in occasionally to press hot, open-mouthed kisses against his skin.

They remained in this decadent, highly erotic holding pattern for half a day. Alaric didn’t allow any of them to climax. He kept them hovering constantly on the jagged, agonizing edge of absolute ruin, their bodies trembling, their pussies dripping copious amounts of sweet Yin nectar onto the carpets, completely addicted to the agonizing denial.

As the afternoon sun began to dip, casting long, fiery orange shadows across the plateau, the distant, heavy thud of marching boots and the unmistakable, overlapping hum of powerful Battle Auras echoed through the encampment.

Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian’s heavily armed group had finally arrived. Feng Xiao, however, was still nowhere to be seen, likely still tracking his own bounties deep within the southern swamps.

Outside the primary tent, a tense, highly explosive standoff occurred.

Princess Huang Mei, her gold-threaded martial dress coated in a thin layer of travel dust, strode purposefully toward the golden pavilion, her mother, Imperial Consort Xian, walking closely beside her. The mother and daughter had spent the entire week in an agonizing, desperate state of physical withdrawal, their bodies secretly, violently craving the very man who had ruined them.

As they approached the entrance, Commander Jin stepped into their path, his golden halberd raised horizontally to block their passage.

“Stand aside, Commander,” Imperial Consort Xian demanded, her crimson robes fluttering, her Late-Stage Martial King aura flaring dangerously. “We are here to reunite with Consort Shu and Little Hua.”

“I humbly beg your forgiveness, Imperial Consort Xian,” Commander Jin bowed his head respectfully, but his halberd did not lower a single inch. “But Imperial Consort Shu and Princess Huang Hua issued absolute, uncompromising orders. No one is to enter the primary tent or disturb their meeting. The perimeter is sealed.”

Princess Huang Mei’s eyes narrowed, a flash of genuine, homicidal irritation crossing her beautiful face. She knew exactly what kind of ‘meditation’ was happening inside that tent, and the mere thought of her rivals receiving Alaric’s massive cock while she had suffered through a week of agonizing, empty nights made her blood boil.

“This is a matter of the utmost, critical importance regarding the safety of the Imperial Family, Commander,” Princess Huang Mei lied flawlessly, stepping forward so her chest almost touched the halberd. “There are secrets regarding the spatial collapse that we encountered that we must discuss immediately. We will take full responsibility for the intrusion.”

She turned her head, barking a sharp order to her own contingent of elite guards who had followed them. “Disperse! Take up defensive positions alongside Commander Jin’s men around the entire perimeter. My mother and I will enter the tent alone to discuss these sensitive state secrets.”

The guards hesitated, looking between the two Imperial Consorts, but eventually, military protocol and the absolute authority of the royal women prevailed. Commander Jin reluctantly lowered his halberd, stepping aside, while the combined forces formed an impenetrable, wide ring facing outward, completely securing the area.

Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian did not waste another second. They reached out and forcefully threw open the heavy, soundproofed flaps of the golden tent, stepping inside.

The moment they breached the interior, the sheer, overwhelming, highly erotic reality of the scene struck them with the force of a physical blow.

The air was so thick with the scent of sex and arousal that they could practically taste it on their tongues. In the center of the tent, sitting upon a plush throne of cushions, was Alaric. He looked like a dark, conquering god.

Gu Ling and Ling Ying were pressed tightly against his sides, their hands moving over his muscular chest in total, fanatical devotion.

But it was the sight of their bitter political rivals that truly shattered their composure.

Princess Huang Hua, the usually dignified, fan-wielding elegant princess, was wearing a completely shredded crimson skirt that fully exposed her bare, dripping pussy and her wide, bubbly buttocks. She was undulating her hips in a filthy, degrading, utterly hypnotic stripper dance, her eyes glazed over with mindless lust.

And directly between Alaric’s legs, kneeling on the floor like a common brothel whore, was Imperial Consort Shu. The front of her sapphire-blue dress was cut entirely open, her impossibly massive, heavy breasts explicitly exposed to the air. She was aggressively mashing her luscious globes of flesh together to trap Alaric’s massive, veined erection, while simultaneously sucking and licking the purple head of his cock with a desperate, sloppy, eager devotion that completely defied her haughty, imperial status.

For a fraction of a second, the aristocratic minds of Imperial Consort Xian and Princess Huang Mei recoiled in absolute, paralyzing shock. They had known Alaric had targeted them, but seeing the proud Consort Shu completely, willingly debasing herself, eagerly swallowing his cock, was a visual that completely broke their political reality.

But that fleeting shock lasted less than a heartbeat.

It was instantly, violently consumed by a roaring, apocalyptic wave of pure, unadulterated, desperate physical craving.

The insidious psychological conditioning Alaric had planted within their subconscious minds during their own defilements flared brilliantly to life. They had spent an entire week separated from him. Seven days of agonizing, empty nights, where the memory of his massive, impossibly thick dick stretching their inner walls had haunted their every waking moment. They had suffered through horrific withdrawal symptoms, their bodies aching, throbbing, and dripping with unfulfilled need every time they closed their eyes.

They didn’t feel disgust. They didn’t feel outrage. They felt a blinding, tearing, absolutely feral jealousy.

“Master…” Princess Huang Mei breathed out, her voice trembling violently. Her knees buckled slightly, her athletic thighs instantly slick with her own copious arousal just at the sight of his cock.

“You…” Imperial Consort Xian gasped, her hands flying to her own chest, her breathing becoming ragged and shallow. Her Late-Stage Martial King aura completely collapsed, entirely suppressed by the overwhelming, demanding roar of her own libido.

Alaric looked up from Consort Shu’s massive breasts, his ruby eyes locking onto the two newcomers. A slow, incredibly wicked, and deeply satisfied grin spread across his face.

“Welcome back, Imperial Consort Xian. Princess Huang Mei,” Alaric greeted them, his voice a dark, velvety purr that completely bypassed their ears and vibrated directly in their wombs. “You are just in time. The entertainment was getting a bit boring.”

He didn’t need to issue a threat. He didn’t need to invoke a magical spell or remind them of their horrific secrets to force their compliance. They were already his completely broken, addicted sluts. The sheer, overwhelming power of his cock was the only command they required.

The realization that they were back in his presence, that the agonizing week of denial was over, shattered every single taboo, every moral boundary, and every ounce of imperial dignity they possessed.

“Master… please… I need it…” Princess Huang Mei sobbed, tears of desperate, feral lust welling in her eyes.

She didn’t wait for permission. She didn’t slowly undress. Driven by a maddening, animalistic need to have his eyes on her naked body, to prove that she was just as desperate as the women already serving him, Huang Mei grabbed the collar of her expensive, gold-threaded martial dress.

With a brutal, frantic yank, she tore the heavy silk entirely apart. The priceless fabric shredded loudly, falling away to reveal her incredibly toned, athletic physique. She ripped her silk undergarments away with trembling hands, kicking off her boots until she stood completely, spectacularly naked before him. Her perky, large breasts heaved rapidly, her dark pink nipples standing at stiff, agonizing attention.

Imperial Consort Xian was utterly consumed by the same frantic madness. The mother of the First Prince, a woman of supreme, untouchable authority, grabbed her elegant crimson robes and violently ripped them from her voluptuous, mature body. She tore the fabric away, exposing her massive, heavy breasts and her incredibly wide, curvaceous hips, her lush dark triangle of hair glistening with the heavy moisture leaking from her desperately aching core.

They didn’t execute a sensual, slow striptease. They stripped like starving animals tearing away a barrier to a feast. They wanted to be completely bare, they wanted to be vulnerable, and they desperately, secretly wanted him to throw them against the plush carpets and violently, ruthlessly rape them right then and there without holding back an ounce of his animalistic lust.

“Ahhh… please, Master… Mnnn… I’ve been so empty…” Consort Xian wept, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling frantically toward his throne, her massive breasts swinging heavily with her desperate movements. “Fuck me… please just fuck me…”

“My pussy is aching for you, Master! Ahhh! Look at me!” Huang Mei begged, crawling right beside her mother, her athletic ass swaying invitingly.

Alaric watched the two most powerful women of the First Prince’s faction crawl toward his cock like begging dogs. The psychological victory was absolute, intoxicating, and intensely arousing.

But he was an Archmage of infinite cruelty. He didn’t give them exactly what they wanted immediately. He wanted them to suffer. He wanted them to truly, deeply beg for it.

“Patience, my greedy little whores,” Alaric commanded coldly. He raised a hand, stopping them just inches away from his throne. “You abandoned me for a week. You do not simply get to take my cock the moment you return. You must wait your turn. Watch and learn how true devotion is rewarded.”

He reached down, his large hand burying into Imperial Consort Shu’s hair. He forcefully pulled the mother of the Third Prince away from his dripping cock. Consort Shu let out a whining, desperate whimper of loss, her massive breasts still slick with his saliva.

“Princess Huang Hua,” Alaric called out, his eyes locking onto the dancing princess. “Come here.”

Huang Hua didn’t hesitate. She scrambled forward, her cut-away skirt completely exposing her bare, blushing buttocks. She practically threw herself onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs.

“Ahhh! Master! Yes!” Huang Hua shrieked, a loud, highly erotic moan tearing from her lips as she immediately, desperately guided the blunt, purple head of his massive erection directly against her soaking wet, incredibly swollen entrance.

With a brutal, upward thrust of his hips, Alaric drove his entire, monstrous length deep into her core, completely impaling the Princess in a single, devastating motion.

“Mnnn! Ohhh! AHHHH!” Huang Hua wailed, her head tossing back as the sheer, overwhelming fullness stretched her inner walls to their absolute breaking point. “Oh gods… it’s so big… Ahhh… it feels so good!”

Alaric didn’t hold back. He gripped her wide, curvaceous hips with his large hands and began to ruthlessly, rapidly pound her pussy into oblivion. His hips snapped upward like a piston, driving his thick shaft deep into her cervix with a wet, echoing SLAP of flesh meeting flesh.

“Mhmmm! Ahhh! Fuck me deeper, Master! Yesss!” Huang Hua sobbed, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, her perky breasts bouncing violently with every brutal thrust.

Alaric deliberately looked away from the girl he was destroying, focusing his dark, mocking gaze entirely on Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian, who were forced to kneel on the floorboards just inches away, completely denied his touch.

“Watch carefully,” Alaric taunted them, his hips pounding a relentless rhythm into Huang Hua. “Look at how tightly her pussy grips my cock. Listen to how beautifully she begs for it.”

The psychological torture was exquisite and utterly agonizing.

Princess Huang Mei and Imperial Consort Xian watched with wide, tear-filled eyes. The sight of Alaric’s massive dick disappearing completely into Huang Hua’s dripping passage, the loud, wet slapping sounds, and the scent of raw, unrestrained sex completely overwhelmed their senses.

Their bodies, denied the release they so desperately craved, went into absolute overdrive.

“Mnnn… Master… please… Ahhh…” Princess Huang Mei whimpered, her hands trembling as they instinctively drifted down her own flat stomach. She couldn’t stop herself. She spread her athletic thighs wide open on the carpet, pressing her fingers against her own soaking wet, aching clitoris, desperately trying to simulate the friction she was watching. “Ahhh… my turn… please…”

Beside her, her mother, the incredibly proud Imperial Consort Xian, broke completely. The mature, voluptuous milf let out a loud, shuddering sob, her hands violently groping her own massive, heavy breasts, pinching her stiff nipples while her other hand dug deeply into her own dripping pussy.

“Ohhh! I need it… Nnngh! Master, I need your cock…” Consort Xian wept, masturbating frantically right in front of him, her wide hips bucking upward against the empty air, completely humiliated and entirely enslaved by her lust.

Alaric fucked Princess Huang Hua for a grueling, intense hour, driving her to climax three times with breathless, deafening screams. Finally, with a deep groan, he grabbed her by the hair, pulled her off his cock, and tossed her completely exhausted, twitching body onto the nearby cushions.

“Princess Huang Mei,” Alaric barked, his erection remaining incredibly hard and demanding, glistening with Huang Hua’s juices. “Your turn.”

“Yesss! Ahhh! Thank you, Master!” Huang Mei practically wept with gratitude. She threw herself onto his lap, so desperate for the penetration that she slammed her own hips down forcefully, burying his massive shaft completely inside her athletic, incredibly tight core.

“HAAAAAH! Mnnn! Oh gods… yes!” Huang Mei shrieked, her entire body arching backward in a perfect bow of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as his cock stretched her long-denied walls.

Alaric fucked her with even greater, more animalistic ferocity. He gripped her firm, perky breasts, squeezing them ruthlessly, biting her neck while he pounded her tight pussy from below.

“Ahhh! Mhmmm! You’re breaking me, Master! Yesss!” Huang Mei moaned loudly, her inner walls milking him with terrifying, desperate strength.

While he fucked the athletic princess, Ling Ying and Gu Ling completely dedicated themselves to worshipping his body. Ling Ying pressed her massive, soft underboob against his sweaty back, her tongue tracing long, wet lines up his spine. Gu Ling knelt beside his thigh, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses against his muscular biceps, her delicate hands massaging his chest, entirely devoted to keeping their Master in a state of supreme physical comfort.

For another two agonizing hours, Imperial Consort Xian and Imperial Consort Shu were forced to watch, their massive, mature bodies trembling on the floorboards as they fingered their own dripping pussies, completely ignored by the man who had ruined them.

When Huang Mei finally collapsed against his chest, a broken, babbling mess of orgasmic exhaustion, Alaric pulled his dick out.

He looked down at the two mature, incredibly voluptuous mothers kneeling before him. Consort Shu’s breasts were completely exposed from the cutout in her dress, and Consort Xian was entirely naked, both of their hands wet with their own arousal.

“Now,” Alaric smiled, a dark, incredibly twisted idea forming in his brilliant mind. He crossed his arms, his massive, wet dick resting proudly against his thigh. “I have two incredibly desperate, beautiful mothers kneeling before me. But I only feel like taking one of you next. Tell me… why should I fuck you instead of your daughters? Convince me that a used, mature milf can satiate my cock better than their tight, youthful bodies.”

The absolute, devastating toxicity of the demand instantly broke whatever lingering bonds of maternal love existed in their corrupted minds. The sheer, overwhelming desperation for his cock completely erased their morality.

Imperial Consort Shu was the first to strike.

“Master… Ahhh… you shouldn’t waste your legendary stamina on a tight, inexperienced little girl like Huang Hua!” Consort Shu sneered, turning her venomous gaze toward her own exhausted daughter lying on the cushions. She desperately squeezed her own massive, heavy breasts, pushing them together to present them to Alaric. “Look at her! Her body is entirely too firm, too unyielding! She doesn’t have the maternal softness, the deep, luscious flesh required to truly cushion your massive cock! My hips are wide enough to take you to the hilt without breaking! My pussy is deep, mature, and perfectly trained to milk you dry! She is utter trash compared to a real woman!”

“Mnnn… Mother, you are just jealous… Ahhh… because my tight body grips him better… Ohhh!” Princess Huang Hua moaned weakly from the cushions, her body still twitching from the aftershocks, too exhausted to fight back properly, but her words incredibly defiant. “Your pussy is loose and old… Mhmmm… you can’t satisfy him like I do!”

Imperial Consort Xian was not about to be outdone. Driven mad by lust, she turned her hatred toward her own athletic daughter, Huang Mei, who was currently slumped against Alaric’s chest.

“And Huang Mei is nothing but a rigid, flat-chested tomboy!” Consort Xian spat viciously, aggressively rubbing her own incredibly wide, curvaceous buttocks to draw Alaric’s attention. “She spends her days swinging a sword, ruining her feminine curves! Look at my body, Master! Look at the sheer, magnificent weight of my breasts! Look at the fertile width of my hips! I am a woman built entirely to be bred by a god like you! A stiff, athletic girl like her lacks the womanly depth, the soft, yielding flesh that a true Master requires! Only a mature milf like me can swallow your entire length and beg for more!”

“Ahhh… you lying old whore… Mnnn…” Huang Mei gasped against Alaric’s chest, her inner walls clenching weakly around his residual heat. “I took his cock for two hours… Yesss… your saggy tits could never compare… Ohhh…”

Alaric watched the unprecedented, absolute psychological breakdown with immense, roaring arousal. The sight of the highest-ranking women in the empire, two immensely proud Imperial Consorts, ruthlessly, filthily degrading their own flesh and blood—and being degraded in return—just to get a turn on his cock was the ultimate manifestation of his absolute domination.

The toxic, utterly depraved verbal warfare ignited a massive, fiery surge of lust in his core. His erection throbbed violently, demanding to claim their mature, voluptuous bodies.

“Enough,” Alaric growled, his voice a low, commanding thunderclap that instantly silenced their bickering.

He looked at Imperial Consort Shu and Imperial Consort Xian, their massive breasts heaving, their eyes wide with desperate hope.

“You both make highly compelling, incredibly filthy arguments,” Alaric smiled darkly, reaching down to grab both of them by the hair simultaneously. He forcefully yanked them forward, pulling their faces directly against his groin. “You have convinced me. It is time to see exactly how deeply a milf can take my cock.”

“Yesss! Ahhh! Thank you, Master!” Consort Xian sobbed, her hands immediately wrapping around his thick shaft.

“Mhmmm… I will show you, Master… Ohhh!” Consort Shu moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the salty sweat from his balls.

With a brutal, simultaneous pull, Alaric dragged both of the incredibly voluptuous, desperate mothers onto the plush velvet cushions, fully intending to spend the rest of the day ruthlessly, mercilessly proving exactly which generation made for the better, filthier sluts.