Aiz emerged from the bath completely naked, her skin still glistening with water droplets that slid down her curves like tears of pleasure.
Her blonde hair fell wet over her shoulders, framing her face with an air of freshness that contrasted with the depravity that had just occurred in the room. She didn't bother to cover herself; after all, her body was now an instrument of submission and desire, shaped by recent experiences.
She walked with that natural grace, her small tits bouncing slightly with each step, her pink nipples hardened by the cool morning air.
Her pussy, still swollen from the night before, gleamed with a faint trace of moisture, a reminder of the abuses she had endured and enjoyed.
When her blue eyes landed on me, lying on the bed with my face smeared in my own cum—sticky, white, and drying in irregular patches across my cheeks, nose, and lips—she stopped short.
For a second, her expression was one of genuine surprise, but then she burst into uncontrollable laughter. It was an explosive, guttural sound that filled the room like an echo of mockery.
She doubled over at the waist, clutching her stomach with one hand while the other braced against the wall to keep from falling. Tears of laughter rolled down her cheeks, and her naked body shook with each guffaw, making her tits bounce and her ass clench in spasms of hilarity.
"Oh, gods… Allen!" she gasped between laughs, pointing at me with a trembling finger.
"Look at your face! What the hell happened to you? Did you jerk off and cum on your own face like an idiot? Or was it a pathetic accident? You look like a glazed pastry done by a clumsy child! Ha-ha-ha… a cuck with cum on his face! Who did this to you? Was it you alone, worthless? I can't… I can't breathe… ha-ha-ha!"
Her laughter was contagious in its cruelty, dragging on for what felt like eternal minutes. She dropped to the floor, rolling a bit on the carpet, her naked body exposed in all its glory as she laughed without control.
Each guffaw made her thighs part slightly, revealing her wet pussy, and her breasts rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm. I stayed there, paralyzed on the bed, my treacherous cock twitching again at the humiliation.
The dried cum on my skin cracked with every movement of my flushed face, and the salty taste invaded my mouth every time I swallowed. I wanted to clean myself, but the shame kept me immobile, aroused by her taunts.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Aiz began to calm down. She sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand, still letting out sporadic giggles. She stood from the floor with grace, her nudity shameless, and approached the bed, sitting on the edge with her legs crossed.
Her gaze, now more composed but still bright with amusement, fixed on my smeared face.
"Whew… okay, okay… I'm calming down," she said, stifling another laugh. "But seriously, little cuck, what happened to you? No, don't tell me… I can imagine. Your mother walked in, caught you jerking that ridiculous little thing, and decided to 'help' like the good mommy she is. Right? Ha-ha… pathetic. But anyway, I didn't come to laugh more… though you deserve me laughing all day. The master sent me a message this morning. He wants you to organize a special tournament with the Asura Sect. Something to strengthen the alliance, he says. An event where their warriors demonstrate their dominance… and you, of course, are the center of the humiliation. You'd better send a letter to meet with them as soon as possible. Imagine: me, fighting or being used as a prize, and you watching like the cuck you are. Sounds… exciting, doesn't it?"
Her words snapped me out of my humiliated stupor. A tournament with the Asura Sect… the idea filled me with an exciting terror. The sect was known for its martial brutality, female warriors who dominated with physical force and hidden erotic techniques, breaking spirits as much as bodies. Sending Esther there was already a risk, but a tournament… it meant more exposure, more public degradation. I nodded weakly, my voice coming out hoarse from the residual shame.
"Yes… I'll send the letter. But… what kind of tournament?"
Aiz shrugged, her nudity casual as she stood again, walking around the room as if she owned it completely.
"I don't know exactly, but the master said it would involve 'tests of submission.' You and me as special guests… or victims. Hurry up, cuck. Clean that disgusting face and write the letter. You don't want to anger the master."
Just at that moment, as if the universe conspired against me, a system notification flashed in my mind, invisible to Aiz but clear as day to me:
[New mission available: Be humiliated by the Asura Sect and give your fiancée to the sect's elders.]
[New item unlocked: Letter of Humiliation – Whoever receives this letter will have full right to humiliate you and your guests without mercy.]
The message left me breathless. The Letter of Humiliation… a system item, probably an enchanted parchment that would appear in my mental inventory.
Giving Aiz to the sect's elders… the idea of seeing her used by those veteran warriors, men and women with bodies sculpted by decades of training, made me swallow hard. Being humiliated by them… what did that entail? Trampled, whipped, forced to serve?
My cock hardened slightly at the vision, betraying me once more.
Aiz, oblivious to the notification, looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get up and do it. I don't want the master punishing me for your slowness."
I rose from the bed, my legs shaking a bit from the accumulated exhaustion. I cleaned my face with a nearby sheet, the dried cum flaking off in bits that made me grimace. Aiz laughed again, a brief chuckle, before dressing in a light gown that barely concealed her curves. I left the room, my mind swirling with the new mission.
The palace hallway was a labyrinth of marble and tapestries, symbols of the power I yearned to claim. But now, with the Letter of Humiliation in my possession, I felt a shiver of anticipation. It was a double-edged weapon: it would humiliate me, but perhaps strengthen alliances in unexpected ways.
I descended the stairs to my mother's quarters, the echo of my footsteps resonating in the morning silence.
The palace was awakening: servants murmuring in the shadows, guards changing shifts with clinks of armor. I found my mother in her private salon, seated before an ornate mirror, brushing her long brown hair with elegant strokes.
She wore a silk robe that parted slightly at the chest, revealing the deep valley between her generous breasts. When she saw me enter, her reflection in the mirror smiled, a curve of lips that was both warm and knowing.
"Allen, my son," she said, turning in her seat with grace. "You come early. Already cleaned that sticky little face? Her smile widened, a glint of amusement in her eyes, reminding me of the recent incident.
I blushed, but approached and sat in a nearby chair, my hands trembling slightly in my lap.
The floral scent of her perfume enveloped me, mixed with a subtle feminine warmth that reminded me of her earlier touch.
"Mother… I need to talk to you. About Aiz… and my master."
She set down the brush, turning fully toward me, her robe opening a bit more to reveal the curve of a breast.
"Tell me, son. You seem agitated. What's going on with your fiancée and that… master of yours?"
I took a deep breath, the words spilling out in a torrent.
"My master… has become Aiz's lover. He uses her, humiliates her… and I just watch. Like a cuck. At first it hurt, but now… it turns me on. Seeing her with real men, with big cocks that break her while my ridiculous little thing can't compete. And… mother, I want you to be like her too. A slut. To give yourself to others, to humiliate me by watching you enjoy dicks that my father and I could never give you. Please… beg to be my submissive slut, just like Aiz."
My words hung in the air, laden with desperation and taboo desire. My cock throbbed painfully against the fabric, aroused by the image: my mother, with her mature curves, kneeling before the duke or grandfather, moaning like a bitch in heat. She stared at me, her expression shifting from surprise to something darker, more playful.
Then, she burst into laughter—a deep, resonant laugh, similar to Aiz's moments before, but with a maternal nuance that made it even more humiliating.
"Oh, Allen… my poor son," she said between laughs, covering her mouth but not hiding the gleam in her eyes.
"Begging your own mother to be a slut? Like your fiancée? How pathetic… but honest. Your father would have been proud; he fantasized about that too, begging me to cuckold him. But I never did. And now you… well, if you want to beg, do it right. Kneel, son. Kneel before your mother and beg while humiliating yourself. Tell me how small your penis is, how useless you are as a man, and maybe… I'll consider your plea."
Without thinking, I slid from the chair to the floor, my knees hitting the carpet with a dull thud. My cock pulsed, excited by the submission.
"Please, mother… I'm a pathetic cuck with a tiny cock, just like my father's. I can't satisfy anyone, I just watch as others fuck my women. Become a slut, let me see you humiliated and enjoying real cocks. I'm worthless, a failure… please, be my submissive whore."
She laughed again, extending a bare foot toward my face, forcing me to kiss it as her laughter filled the room.