I remained prostrated on the floor, my forehead pressed against the cold stone, my ass still open and dripping semen from the dead guard who had just fucked me.
My mother, Queen Lilia, was exactly the same beside me: completely naked, her platinum blonde hair turned into a sticky mess of cum, saliva, and piss, her pussy and asshole red and swollen, dripping fluids from the commoners who had used us as toys. My grandfather Valthor's aura still floated in the room like an iron slab, crushing us against the floor.
Valthor sat in the main chair as if it were the throne of the kingdom. His presence was overwhelming: tall, muscular despite his age, silver-white hair falling over his shoulders, gray eyes that seemed capable of killing with a single glance.
"Get up, whore," he ordered my mother, pointing at her with a finger. "I want to see clearly what kind of shitty queen I raised."
Lilia trembled. She rose to her knees slowly, her large tits swaying heavily, nipples hard as stones from the humiliation and fear. Her platinum blonde hair fell over her face like a broken curtain.
"Father…" she whispered, her voice broken.
"Shut up," Valthor cut her off with absolute contempt. "Look at yourself. The great Queen Lilia, the arrogant noble , kneeling naked with her ass full of commoner cum. Is this what you are now? A cheap whore who lets herself be fucked by guards and low-born masters in front of her own son?"
Lilia lowered her head, tears falling onto her tits.
"Yes, father… I am a whore… a fallen queen…"
Valthor let out a cold laugh and stood up. He walked over to her and grabbed her platinum hair with brutal force, yanking her head back.
"You are going to be used by many men, slut. By nobles, by commoners, by enemies of the Asura Sect, by whoever I decide. Your pussy, your ass, and your mouth are going to become public holes. And you are going to prepare for that. Every day you will train your throat, you will stretch your ass with the biggest objects you can find, you will walk through the castle with plugs inside so your son can see you dripping like the bitch in heat you are. Understood, you piece-of-shit daughter?"
"Yes, father… I will do it… I will prepare to be the whore you deserve…"
While he spoke, Valthor looked at me. His boot rose and kicked me hard in the ribs. Pain exploded through my body, but at the same time my small cock gave a pathetic jump and I had the first dry orgasm of the night. Weak streams of transparent semen came out of my 6 cm dick without anyone touching me.
"Look at this faggot," Valthor mocked, giving me another kick in the stomach that left me breathless. "He cums just from watching me humiliate his mother. You're just like your father, Allen. A born cuckold. A prince who prefers to lick cum from his mother's ass rather than rule."
He hit me again, this time in the face. My nose bled. Another dry orgasm ran through me, making my body convulse on the floor.
"Thank you… grandfather…" I moaned, my voice broken. "Thank you for hitting me… I deserve it… I'm a pathetic cuckold…"
Valthor released my mother's hair and shoved her toward the bed. He threw her face down violently. Lilia's mature, beautiful body ended up crushed against the sheets, her ass raised, buttocks spread showing her open, red asshole.
"Spread your legs, royal whore," he ordered.
Lilia obeyed immediately, opening her legs as wide as she could. Valthor climbed on top of her, his enormous cock—much bigger than Rennar's—brushing against his own daughter's asshole.
"I'm going to fuck your ass like you've never been fucked, Lilia. And while I do it, you're going to repeat out loud what you are."
He thrust. With one brutal stroke he entered all the way into my mother's asshole. Lilia screamed in pain and pleasure, her hands clawing at the sheets. Valthor started fucking her with savage force, deep and fast thrusts that made my mother's entire body bounce.
"Say it!" he roared, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back.
"I'm a whore…! I'm my father's whore…! My ass is for whoever you want to use…!" Lilia screamed between moans.
Valthor changed position. He put her completely face down, my mother's face crushed against the mattress. Then he raised his boot and pressed Lilia's head hard against the sheets, smashing her face while he kept mercilessly fucking her ass.
"Look at yourself, arrogant queen," he growled, pressing harder. "Your noble face crushed like any common whore while your father destroys your ass. This is what you deserve for not giving your husband the life he always wanted. For being a cold and proud queen who never spread her legs the way she should have."
Each thrust was harder. The sound of his hips slamming against Lilia's ass filled the room. My mother moaned muffled against the mattress, her face red from the pressure of her father's boot.
"I'm going to fill your ass, slut," Valthor announced. "And then I'm going to piss inside you so you carry my mark all day."
He sped up. His balls slapped against Lilia's pussy. Finally he growled like a beast and came. I felt—because I was only a meter away, still on all fours—how thick, hot spurts flooded my mother's rectum. Lilia came too, screaming against the mattress, her body convulsing under her father's boot.
Valthor didn't pull out. He stayed inside, breathing heavily. And then he started to piss. A hot, abundant stream filled Lilia's ass, mixing with his cum. The excess began to leak around his cock, dripping down my mother's thighs and forming a puddle on the bed.
"Drink my piss from your own ass later, whore," he told her, still pressing her head with his boot. "I want you to clean yourself with your tongue while your son watches."
When he finished, he pulled his cock out slowly. A torrent of cum and piss poured from Lilia's open asshole, falling onto the sheets. My mother lay there, trembling, broken, her ass dripping with her own father's mark.
Valthor wiped his cock in Lilia's hair and looked at me.
"Allen, lick your mother's ass. Suck out all my piss and my cum. I want to see you swallow the family humiliation."
I crawled to her. I buried my face between her buttocks and started licking. The taste was strong, salty, bitter, hot. I swallowed everything while my small cock had another dry orgasm, leaking onto the floor.
Valthor sat down again, watching us with cold satisfaction.
"Now listen to me carefully, both of you. Go finish the preparations for the trip to the Asura Sect. We leave at dawn tomorrow. And when we arrive… you will learn what true submission means."
He paused. His gaze grew darker.
"One more thing. Your father… my son… is still alive."
Lilia lifted her head sharply, her eyes wide with surprise and pain.
"What…?"
"He's in the Asura Sect," Valthor continued.
"But not as a prisoner. He's a servant. A sex slave. They rape him every day: the masters, the disciples, the visitors. They fuck him in public, use him as a whore, humiliate him more than you humiliate yourselves here. I went to rescue him years ago. I found him chained, his ass full of cum, smiling like an idiot. He begged me to leave him there. He told me that was the life he had always wanted… and that Lilia had never given it to him. That she had always been too proud, too cold, too much of a queen to open up like the whore he needed."
Lilia sobbed, her body shaking.
"Then… all of this… is because I…"
"Yes," Valthor cut her off. "You pushed him to that. And now your son is following in his footsteps. But I am going to make you do it better. Much better."
He stood up and pointed at the door.
"Out. Both of you. Clean yourselves, get dressed, and prepare everything for the trip. Tomorrow your real lessons with me begin."
Lilia and I crawled to the door, naked, covered in fluids, my mother's ass still dripping piss and cum from her own father. I walked unsteadily, my small cock sore from so many dry orgasms.
Before we left, Valthor added one final order:
"And remember… from now on, I am the only master. Your bodies, your pride, and your shame belong to me."
We closed the door behind us.