I walked unsteadily down the hallway, my ass still burning and dripping the mixture of semen and piss from my own grandfather.
My mother, Queen Lilia, walked beside me, naked just like me, her platinum blonde hair stuck to her face and body with dried fluids. Neither of us spoke. The only sounds were the wet slap of our bare feet on the stone and the constant dripping that left a trail behind us.
I reached the door to my room and opened it without thinking.
The sight I found left me frozen.
Aiz was still completely naked on my marital bed, her body wrecked and glistening. Thick streams of cum slowly leaked from her gaping pussy and her red, swollen asshole, forming a white puddle beneath her. Her face was swollen from the slaps, lips split, red hair plastered to her skull by layers of cum, saliva, and piss. Five servants—three men and two women—were silently cleaning the room: scrubbing the blood from the decapitated guards still lying on the floor, picking up pieces of flesh, washing the walls splattered with red and white. The smell of blood, cum, and death was overwhelming.
Aiz lifted her gaze and smiled weakly when she saw me.
"Allen… my love… you're here."
I approached the bed, ignoring the servants who instantly lowered their heads. I sat on the edge, still naked, my small 6 cm cock hanging pathetically and red.
"Aiz… something happened…" I began, my voice trembling. "My grandfather Valthor… the former warrior king… has come out of his seclusion. He killed the five guards who were using you in a single second. Then he appeared in Rennar's room and… humiliated my mother and me in a way I never imagined. He hit me, made me lick my mother's ass full of his cum and piss… and now… now he is our new master. He says he's going to teach us what true submission means."
Aiz looked at me with shining eyes. There was no fear. Only pure excitement.
"Your grandfather? The legendary Lord Valthor?" she whispered, licking her swollen lips. "And he humiliated you? Made you lick your mother's ass while he fucked her? God… that sounds perfect. I accept, Allen. I accept everything. If your grandfather wants us to be his dogs, we'll be his dogs. I want him to use me, to offer me, to break me in front of you. I want you to watch as your future wife becomes the lowest whore in the Asura Sect."
She sat up with difficulty, cum dripping down her thighs, and kissed me deeply. Her mouth tasted of other men's cum.
"Let's sleep," she said softly. "Tomorrow the real fun begins."
The servants finished cleaning in silence and left without looking. We lay down together on the soaked bed. Aiz pressed herself against me, her hot, sticky body against mine, and fell asleep almost instantly, purring like a satisfied cat.
It took me longer to fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes I saw my grandfather's boot crushing my mother's face while he fucked her.
We woke up before dawn. The room was freezing.
Aiz got up first, completely naked, her body still marked by the traces of the previous night.
"Choose my clothes, Allen," she ordered in a sweet but cruel voice. "Choose everything. Dress, shoes, lingerie. I want you to be the one who decides what the men of the Asura Sect are going to rip off me."
I knelt in front of the wardrobe, trembling. I took out an elegant white dress, long, with a deep neckline and a slit up the leg. Then I chose a black lingerie set: transparent thong panties and a push-up bra that barely covered the nipples.
Aiz let out a low, humiliating laugh.
"You're so useless, my love. You choose a beautiful dress knowing that in less than a day other men are going to tear it off me in shreds. You choose sexy lingerie so they can see it and laugh before they fuck me in it. You're pathetic. A cuckold who prepares his own fiancée to be destroyed."
She handed me a light pink feminine lingerie set: lace panties and a tiny bra.
"Put it on," she ordered. "I want you to travel wearing whore's lingerie under your clothes. That way everyone will know what you are."
I put it on with absolute shame. The fabric was ridiculously small. My 6 cm cock barely fit inside the panties, the bra squeezed my flat chest. Aiz looked at me and laughed.
"Perfect. Now you really look like the whore you are."
We left the room. In the main courtyard, under the gray light of dawn, the reinforced royal carriage was waiting for the journey.
And there was my mother.
Queen Lilia looked stunning: pure white dress, long and elegant, hugging her mature curves, her platinum blonde hair gathered in a perfect high bun, flawless makeup, an authoritative and noble bearing. She looked like the queen she had always been… until I saw the detail.
Around her neck she wore a thick black leather dog collar with silver spikes. A long red silk leash came out of the collar and ended in my grandfather Valthor's hand, who stood beside her, imposing, wearing light travel armor.
Lilia kept her head high, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Valthor looked at us and smiled coldly.
"You're late, dogs."
In his other hand he held two identical collars to my mother's.
"Put these on right now."
Aiz and I knelt instantly. Valthor placed the collars on us with his own hands. The leather was cold and tight against my neck. The click of the buckle sounded like a sentence.
"Now walk like the dogs you are," he ordered. "To the carriage. All three of you. In a line. Asses up."
Aiz, Lilia, and I got on all fours. My mother first, then Aiz, then me. We crawled across the cobblestone courtyard under the gaze of all the remaining servants and guards. Our knees and hands scraped the stone. My mother's white dress dragged on the ground, but the collar forced her to keep her head low. Aiz crawled with enthusiasm, her ass moving provocatively. I felt the pink lingerie rubbing against my cock, which was already hard and leaking inside the tiny panties.
Every few meters Valthor tugged the leashes, forcing us to stop and raise our asses higher so everyone could see.
"Look at the royal family," he mocked loudly for the servants to hear. "The queen, the fiancée, and the prince, crawling like bitches in heat toward their new life as whores."
We reached the carriage. Valthor made us climb in one by one on all fours. He sat us on the floor of the carriage, at his feet, like pets.
The journey lasted all day. Every hour he made us get out and crawl a stretch to "stretch our legs." At one stop he forced my mother to piss like a dog in front of everyone, lifting her leg. Aiz and I had to lick the ground afterward.
At sunset we arrived at the gates of the Asura Sect.
The Grand Master of the Sect, a tall man with black hair and red eyes, waited at the main entrance surrounded by his elite disciples.
Valthor stepped down from the carriage first. He made us crawl out behind him: Lilia, Aiz, and I, all three on all fours, collars on, asses up.
The Grand Master smiled widely and hugged Valthor like an old friend.
"Valthor, old wolf. It's been a long time."
"I bring gifts," my grandfather said in a calm voice, tugging all three leashes at once. "My daughter, Queen Lilia. My grandson, Prince Allen. And my grandson's fiancée, Aiz. They are yours. Use them however you want. My daughter especially… she's an arrogant queen who needs to be reminded of her place. Fuck her, break her, offer her to your disciples. She is an object. Nothing more."
The Grand Master looked at my mother, who was still on all fours, her white dress stained with dust, the collar gleaming on her neck.
"A queen as a gift…" he murmured, licking his lips. "This is going to be fun."
Valthor tugged Lilia's leash, forcing her to crawl to the Grand Master's feet.
"Start whenever you want," my grandfather said. "My family is ready to serve."