Aiz stirred slightly on the floor, her blue eyes opening fully now, blinking to adjust to the dimness of the room.
The glow of the Mark of Submission on her lower abdomen pulsed with a faint radiance, as if feeding off the residual energy from her recent abuse.
I was kneeling beside her, my face still smeared with the fluids I'd just licked from her body, my small cock hard as a rock inside my pants, throbbing with an uncontrollable mix of shame and arousal.
The salty, bitter taste of the guards' remnants still lingered in my mouth, a constant reminder of my role as a cuckold cleaner.
She propped herself up slowly on her elbows, her torn dress hanging off one shoulder and exposing one of her small, firm breasts, the nipple still erect from the amplified sensitivity.
She looked at me with a twisted smile—not one of genuine love, but of that forced devotion from the Oath, tinged with the sadism the Mark injected into her. "Allen… my poor little cuckold. Did you clean me like a good bitch? You smell like my used pussy and real men's cum. Pathetic."
Her voice was hoarse, worn from hours of moans and gags, but loaded with a contempt that made me tremble.
Before I could respond, Aiz extended a leg, her bare foot brushing my thigh. Her feet were delicate, with nails painted red like her dress, but now dirty from the dust of the floor and the sweat of her ordeal.
The scent of sweaty feet, mixed with the musk of her arousal, wafted in the air, an aroma that made me salivate involuntarily.
"Take off your pants, you useless cuck. I want to see that ridiculous little thing you call a cock. Do you think after four real dicks broke me, your baby dick is going to impress me?"
I obeyed without hesitation, my hands shaking as I unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles.
My small cock sprang free, erect but pathetic compared to the ones she'd sucked and fucked that afternoon. It barely measured a few inches, veiny but thin, with a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip.
Aiz laughed, a cruel and musical sound that echoed in the room. "Ha! Look at that. It's like a pinky finger. No wonder the master and the guards used me like a whore; your penis could never fill me.
You're a failure as a man, Allen. A natural-born cuck who cums watching others destroy me."
She sat up fully, crossing her legs with feline grace, and extended her right foot toward my crotch.
The initial contact was electric: the sole of her foot, soft but slightly calloused from training, grazed my balls, sending a wave of humiliating pleasure through my body.
I moaned, leaning forward, but she retracted her foot quickly and gave me a light kick to the thigh, hard enough to leave a red mark but not to truly injure.
"Don't you dare move without permission, bitch! Kneel straight and let me play with your insignificant toy."
Outside the room, in the dark palace hallway, my mother paced back and forth, restless. She'd returned to my door after her earlier visit, drawn by a maternal premonition mixed with curiosity.
She heard Aiz's faint moans upon waking and stopped, pressing her ear to the thick wooden door.
Her heart pounded; yesterday she'd heard Aiz's cries of pleasure, assuming it was me dominating her, but now… now she heard cruel laughter and commands. "What's going on in there?" she thought, her hand pressing against the door.
The floral scent of her perfume mingled with a growing heat between her legs; the idea of her son involved in something so… intense aroused her in a forbidden way.
Inside, Aiz pressed her foot against my cock, squishing it gently against my abdomen. The sensation was exquisite: the curve of her arch stepping on my diminutive length, her toes flexing to wrap around it like a toy. She began moving her foot up and down, a slow and deliberate footjob, rubbing her sweaty sole against my sensitive skin.
"Look how I'm jerking you off with my feet, cuck. You don't even deserve my hand or my mouth.
Your balls are so tiny they fit in my heel. Does it turn you on knowing these feet stepped on the dirty floor where they fucked me? They smell like sweat and dried cum, don't they? Lick them while I stroke it."
I obeyed, bending down to lick the top of her left foot, which she lifted toward my face. The taste was salty, earthy, with an aftertaste of the grime from the training area.
As I licked, she sped up the rhythm with her right foot, stepping on my cock harder, alternating between soft caresses and pressures that made me gasp in pleasurable pain.
Suddenly, she kicked me in the balls—not too hard, but enough for a lightning bolt of agony to shoot through me.
"Take that, you worthless piece of shit! For being a cuck who cums on the floor while they rape me. Did that hurt? Good, because your pain makes my pussy wet."
My mother, outside, gasped at the dull thud of the kick and the moan that filtered through the door.
"Is he hitting her? No… that sounded like… oh, gods."
She imagined the scene, her mind painting forbidden pictures: her son, the future emperor, being dominated by his fiancée. Her generous breasts rose with a ragged breath, and she felt a warm wetness between her thighs. Without thinking, her hand slipped under her dress, brushing her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties.
"Allen… you've changed so much," she murmured to herself, recalling her kiss on his forehead that afternoon.
But now, hearing the insults, she grew aroused imagining what was happening.
Aiz didn't stop.
Her feet were skilled, trained from years of combat, but now used for this erotic torture. She wrapped my cock between her soles, rubbing them against each other as if crushing a ripe fruit.
The sweat from her feet lubricated the motion, making it slide easily, the wet and obscene sound filling the room: slap, slap, slap.
"Listen to that, cuck! Your pathetic juices mixing with my sweat. You're so small I could step on your dick until it bursts. Want me to kick you harder? Beg me, bitch."
"Please… kick me, Aiz," I moaned, my voice broken by the humiliating pleasure.
She laughed again, lifting her foot and kicking me in the abdomen, pushing me backward.
I fell onto my elbows, my cock throbbing with pain, but she gave me no respite. She crawled closer, her dress falling away completely, exposing her marked body:
bruises on her breasts, red welts on her ass from the spankings. "Get up, worthless. I want to see you suffer." She stepped on my chest with one foot, pressing down enough for me to feel the weight, while the other returned to my crotch, toes curling around my cock for precise strokes.
The insults flowed like a torrent: "You're a shit cuckold, Allen. Your grandfather would look at you with disgust if he knew you let yourself be humiliated like this. Imagine if I hand you over to him as an offering… he'd make you suck his old cock while he fucks me. Does that turn you on? Your tiny dick says yes. Look how it's leaking pre-cum on my feet. Clean it up, lick your own shame."
I lowered my head, licking the pre-cum from her toes, the salty taste of my own arousal mixed with her sweat.
She then stepped on my face, rubbing her sole against my mouth, forcing me to kiss and suck it like a slave.
Outside, my mother bit her lip, her hand now inside her panties, rubbing her swollen clit. The moans from Aiz and my submissive responses filtered through: "Yes, kick me more!" "Useless cuck!" She imagined Aiz dominating her son, stepping on him, jerking him with feet that smelled of recent sex. "Oh, Allen… what have they done to you?" she thought, but her body betrayed her maternal thoughts.
Her large breasts pressed against the door as she leaned in further, her fingers dipping into her wet pussy, moving in rhythm with the sounds.
The hallway was deserted at this hour of the night, but the risk of being discovered only heightened her arousal.
Aiz sped up the footjob, her feet encasing my cock in a firm grip, sliding up and down with increasing speed.
She slapped my balls with her heel every few seconds, a stinging rhythm that blended pleasure and pain.
"You're gonna cum on my feet, cuck! But not without permission. Beg me, tell me how pathetic you are. Tell me you love being my slave while real men fuck me."
"Please, Aiz… I'm a pathetic cuck, I love watching you with big cocks. Let me cum on your divine feet."
She laughed, stepping harder, her left foot on my chest, digging her toes into my skin, leaving marks.
The climax built; my cock throbbed, red and swollen from the abuse. Aiz kicked my balls one more time, hard this time, making me scream in pain, but that only pushed me over the edge.
"Cum now, bitch! Stain my feet with your worthless semen."
I exploded with a muffled groan, thick white spurts splattering her soles, toes, and ankles.
The hot cum dripped between her feet, and she rubbed it against my sensitive cock, prolonging the post-orgasmic torture.
My mother, hearing my final cry, reached her own climax, biting her hand to stifle a moan. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, soaking her panties. She pulled away from the door, panting, her cheeks flushed.
"Gods… my son is a submissive. And Aiz… she dominates him."
She slipped away down the hallway, aroused and confused, knowing she'd pretend ignorance tomorrow.
Inside, Aiz looked at me with contempt, wiping her foot on my shirt. "Good job, cuck. Now clean them again with your tongue." I obeyed, licking my own cum from her feet.