by Jason Hale
Annoying…"
Irmhild didn't understand what was going on, and the word "master" spoken by Koloman caused more confusion to spread within her mind. However, the enthralling scent and energy released by Konnor freed her of all those needless concern, leading her to rub herself against him as if only the two of them were present.
Sweat filled Koloman's face, but seeing his wife acting like a whore within Konnor's hands, his fear was replaced by a new wave of indignation.
"Displeased?"
Konnor's voice echoed, forcing Koloman to swallow his anger.
"I…wouldn't dare."
"Good. Because your reward for all those good deeds is to enjoy the sight of your wife getting plowed by me. In any case, now that you're only a man in appearance, someone must take care of her needs, right?
It might as well be me."
"What?"
Koloman protested, but before he could stand up, Konnor's eyes nailed him onto the ground.
"Stay still and do nothing besides watching. I do not want you to miss anything."
Irmhild had already forgotten about her husband, blowing her hot, panting breath against Konnor's cheeks with aching need clear within her eyes. Konnor lifted her chin, bringing her lips close to his, and brushed his forehead against hers.
"What do you want me to do?"
He asked, his eyes glittering with violet light, and his overpowering presence filling her.
"I want you to fuck me."
She replied without hesitation, and hearing this, Koloman collapsed. Despite being a cultivator, he was on the verge of having a stroke!
Chapter 69 - Abused Servant (R-18)
"How can I not oblige?"
There was false helplessness in his voice. He grabbed Irmhild's thigh with one hand, maintained the other around her waist, and teased her lips with his. Brushing, but not kissing while she tried to catch him within hers. The teasing game carried on for an instant before Konnor planted a kiss on Irmhild's neck, suckled on her flesh as his tongue drew an arc all the way to her shoulder.
The heat consuming her from the inside erased all form of rationality she had left. She wanted to throw herself onto Konnor, to force him onto the ground and ride him until he exploded within her, but strangely, she felt a foreign force trapping her within certain actions and forbidding others.
She was at his mercy, and the thought caused a moan to escape her lips.
"Mhm…"
She shuddered, watching him hickey her upper body while lowering her dress to below her ample chest with one finger. Her bust sprang free, bouncing in the air by Konnor's face. He cupped one breast within his hand, teasing one pink nipple with his fingers while pulling the other into his lips and tugging onto it.
She couldn't suppress her pleasure gasps.
"Aaahh…"
Irmhild wrapped her arms around his neck, burying him within her chest while he sucked and played with her tits. The sensation moistening her inner thighs at breakneck speed.
Konnor's hand slid below her dress and snuck between her legs, spreading them apart, to rub his fingers on her erect clit.
His shaft hardened against her thigh, the fabric unable to suppress its warmth. And knowing that this rising piece of meat would soon hammer her, caused another pleasure wave to course through Irmhild's veins.
Clearly, she was reaching the end of her endurance and needed more.
"More…I want more…take me!"
She pleaded, and Koloman's bloodshot eyes almost cracked. Since when did his wife become so proactive, and why was she so brazenly throwing herself at a man she'd just met? Was this her true nature? Or was some other force at play?
"Incubus…he must be an incubus."
The realization then struck Koloman, and he despaired. Due to Konnor's order, he couldn't shift his attention and was forced to watch every detail of the two getting it on. The imprint of this nightmare would forever remain within his mind.
"If you insist."
Konnor replied in an amused tone that showed no consideration for his suffering servant, lifting up Irmhild's dress to reveal her drenched inner thighs, then freed his shaft from his pants.
The mixture of holy and demonic force that seemed to burst from it heightened Irmhild's lust and kindled her greed. In a heartbeat, she pulled her undergarments to the side and grabbed that dazzling meat-rod within her hands. Her eyes seemed to only have the cock within them.
Irmhild gave the rod a few pumps, then pressed it against the entrance of her pussy lips.
"Don't…do it."
Koloman pleaded through his teeth while biting his lips to blood. This was too much to bear!
Even if he didn't treat her well and wouldn't hesitate to divorce her to obtain a better marriage deal, she was still his wife! She belonged to him!
What man could endure the sight of his spouse about to eagerly impale herself on another man's rod? He couldn't!
However, his feeble words couldn't reach her. It was as if whatever Konnor did to her had utterly consumed her judgment, leaving no place for anything besides the need to satisfy her hunger.
"Don't be so dramatic. It's not like I'm stealing your wife. She'll still be Madam Slesinger tomorrow. I'm just doing my civic duty and providing her with the service she needs."
You should be thanking me."
A metallic taste filled Koloman's mouth and he spat blood.
Still, he couldn't lose consciousness.
The greedy Irmhild didn't have many considerations. She speared herself onto Konnor's large rod, welcoming his warmth into her snatch with one descent.
"Aaah…"
She gasped, feeling her butt cheeks kissing his full balls, and his wonderful cock settling itself within her.
The simple act of taking his cock in electrified her. Her lips formed an "O" shape, and a small orgasm hit her.
The deed was done, Koloman was now officially a cuckold. Of course, the game was far from its end.
Irmhild planted her feet firmly on the ground, wrapped her arms around Konnor's neck, and without further ado, began riding him.
*Pah* *Pah* *Pah*
The sound of her cushy rear slamming against his balls soon filled the room. Driven by her lust, she showed no restraint, impaling herself as hard and fast as she could with no consideration for pain.
Fortunately, the golden rod's abilities kicked into gear, allowing her to enjoy the hardest pounding of her life without an ounce of pain. Konnor's hands held her waist, supporting her while bringing her up and down with greater strength and speed.
Her tongue lolled out, and she danced on his cock with reckless abandon, letting it reach places she didn't know could be reached, and hit pleasure spots that had never been triggered beforehand.
"Aaah…yess…ahhh!"
Her moaning intensified as her brutal handling of Konnor's dick carried on, and waves upon waves of ecstasy flooded her mind. Soon, the pleasure proved too much for her to handle. The succession of orgasms depleted her strength. Her legs gave out, but fortunately, Konnor's reliable hands were there to keep things going.
Holding her by below her thigh, he lifted her from the ground, and stepped closer toward Koloman, then resumed hammering her right in his face.
"Ooooh…Divine Lord!"
Like a constrictor coiling around its prey, Irmhild locked Konnor tighter against her, using every bit of strength she had left to cling onto him and that extreme pleasure he brought her.
His cock tensed within her, announcing its release. Konnor groped her butt cheeks firmly within his hands and drove in for one last thrust.
"Aaargh!"
He groaned, his white-purple seed erupting within her, and sliding onto the ground in small droplets.
Exhausted, Irmhild passed out within his arms.
Konnor laid her on the bed, and returned his attention onto Koloman whose body trembled, while his lips had turned red from blood.
"Well, well. Is that defiance I see here? Don't worry, it won't
stay for long."
Konnor stretched out his hand and placed it onto Koloman's face.
Violet mist burst from it and spread within his Koloman's mind.
"What…are you going to do?"
"I can't have your personal grievances standing in the way of my plans. I must rewrite your thoughts so that from now on, you can only behave as a useful servant."
"Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."
Koloman's eyes widened with fright, the pain of being cuckolded replaced by the danger of losing his personality, all that made him who he was, to turn into Konnor's puppet.
He wanted to struggle, but due to the previous order, he couldn't move a muscle.
"Please...no…"
But it was too late, the purple mist colonized his mind, modified his thoughts and very nature, to turn him into a docile, obedient man whose life's purpose was to serve Konnor wholeheartedly.
From now on, he would no longer care about anything besides his master's orders and would act according to his needs.
If he needed him to pose as the previous Koloman, he flawlessly would.
If he needed him to act as a braindead pet, he flawlessly would.
This was the power of the Master-Servant contract!
Chapter 70 - Incorrigible
"Who are you?"
"Your servant!"
Koloman replied without a shred of hesitation.
"Good. You didn't necessarily have the wrong idea. It's time for you to leave. However, if I'm not mistaken, the crown prince will pay you a visit before you can do so.
Either he wishes to keep your feud quiet, or he has some misgivings about killing you. Let's test the waters. Pack your things and leave. When he intercepts you, act like you always did. If he tries to kill you, I will summon you by my side and hide you within my space treasure for a few days.
If he doesn't, I will use the opportunity to get a better understanding of that new opponent of mine."
After laying down the directives, Konnor left, heading toward his own quarters.
…
The wing reserved for house Kracht was currently full of bluster. The Kracht fillers had returned with news of Konnor seizing victory in the first round, which caused both Ilaina and Daphne to beam with joy.
However, for more than an hour, Konnor was nowhere to be seen. All the contestants had already returned to their camps. Only he failed to show up. Apparently, once the priestesses came to lead them to their chambers, he silently vanished.
At first, they didn't think much of it. However, when the time count was approaching the two hours, worry started filling their minds.
"Where is that bastard?"
Ilaina wondered while fidgeting with her fingers. Meanwhile, Daphne combed her hairs in front of a mirror. Seeing her dedicated hair-brushing, Ilaina's nervousness worsened.
"You've been combing your hairs in front of that mirror for more than an hour. Can't you do nothing else? You're making me nervous!"
Daphne didn't spare her a glance, carrying on with her hair-brushing.
"You've been fidgeting with your fingers for more than an hour. Can't you do nothing else? You're making ME nervous!"
She retorted while keeping her eyes glued on her reflection within the mirror. Both shared the same nervousness, they just had different ways of showing it. Ilaina wanted to yank those damnable hairs but restrained herself.
"Should we go look for him?"
She asked after a short sigh.
"Where would we go? It's not like he's lost right? He's probably diddling a priestess or two."
Daphne replied to reassure herself.
"Not a priestess, actually. Just another man's wife."
A brash voice echoed within their minds. Instantly, they turned to seek its source, only to see light particles bypass the walls, and dive into the room. In a twister, those light particles reformed in Konnor's shape.
He stood at the center of the chamber, with an impetuous smile plastered on his face.
"Daddy!"
The first to react, Daphne cast her comb aside and threw herself into Konnor's arms. He welcomed her, with open arms.
"Aren't you overreacting a little bit, it has not been that long. Did you really miss me that much?"
"Of course, every day not spent by your side makes me feel trapped in a bitter sea."
She flattered. Meanwhile, Ilaina who never lost her priorities crossed her arms beneath her chest and daggered Konnor with her eyes.
"Others rushed back to their quarters as soon as they go the opportunity, but you…you…were actually diddling someone? Couldn't you even wait after seeing us? How can you be so heartless?"
She complained.
"So, I take it you also missed me? Don't worry, she doesn't mean anything."
"You!"
Ilaina indexed Konnor's forehead with her trembling finger, suppressing the urge to castrate him.
"If you don't change your ways, I swear I will make you a cuckold!"
Fearless, Konnor patted Daphne's head while she rubbed her face against his chest.
"Now that I know you have the thought, the problem is easily solved. I will just take you days and nights to make sure you don't have the strength to go look elsewhere. Come, come, let's start your new regimen."
Ilaina who knew the might of her beloved demon was terror-stricken.
"Wait, wait, I was just talking nonsense."
She blurted and tried to run toward the door. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't surpass Konnor in speed. He grabbed her waist with his left hand and pulled her onto his left shoulder while keeping the docile Daphne within his right.
"Licentious bastard, let go of me!"
"As a licentious bastard, I absolutely cannot let go of you. To bed, we go."
"Help!"
But it was to no avail, her clothes were dispatched, and Konnor made right on his promise to leave her no strength to look elsewhere.
Actually, by the time he was done with them, neither Ilaina nor Daphne had the ability to stand.
...
News of the first round's end spread throughout the nobility circles, with the appearance of the Kracht underdog none had expected beforehand. However, not a soul believed the Kracht youth capable of defeating Holgren and coming out on top. The quota already belonged to him.
Still, as per custom, many noblemen and women began making their way toward the church in anticipation for the second round. Busy with the tasks Konnor had entrusted to him, Wolfgang wasn't joining the fun. Instead, Zamira and Wulf replaced him, attending the competition in his stead.
The first day was coming to an end, and as per Konnor's orders, Koloman prepared to flee back to his house. He left behind Irmhild and the supporting members that didn't participate in the first round and made his getaway.
However, by the time he stepped out of the church's range, a towering, silver-haired figure appeared in front of him.
Naturally, it was Elmar.
Seeing the crown prince appear out of thin air, Koloman's eyes shone with a mixture of anger and fright.
"I don't know why your highness is meeting me today away from prying eyes. Have I done something to deserve your attention?"
There was defiance within Koloman's tone as if regardless of Elmar's might, he couldn't bring himself to show him deference.
Strangely, Elmar observed his face in silence with his eyes void of emotions.
That long, silent stare triggered a wave of discomfort within Koloman's heart.
"You are Emilia's little brother?"
Elmar asked, breaking the silence, and hearing that name caused Koloman's eyes to burn with anger and killing intent. Of course, this display was nothing but an act controlled by Konnor's will.
"I am indeed. Your highness really has a good memory. I didn't think that after all those years, you would still remember a small fry like me."
Emilia Slesinger was the only daughter of the Slesinger duke. She was a warm and gentle soul loved by a
ll that made her acquaintance. She was also a mesmerizing beauty.
Unfortunately, almost forty years ago, she committed the terrible mistake of falling for the crown prince Elmar. Unbeknown to Emilia, he used her to obtain inside information on her house, steal and sabotage many of their businesses within the capital, all while keeping her under the illusion that he loved her.