I lay on the cold floor of the cell, the pink lingerie completely soaked and sticky against my skin. My nose was still bleeding a little from my grandfather's blows, and every time I breathed I tasted the metallic flavor of blood mixed with the cum I had swallowed from my mother's ass. I couldn't sleep.
Through the small hole in the wall, the sounds from the main hall kept coming: dry slaps of flesh against flesh, Lilia's muffled screams, the disciples' brutal laughter, and the unmistakable sound of cocks sliding in and out of her holes.
Suddenly, the cell door opened with a creak.
Aiz entered first, wearing only a thin black robe that barely covered anything. Behind her came my grandfather Valthor, imposing, still holding my mother's leash (though Lilia was not with him).
"Get up, little dog," Valthor said calmly.
"We've already gotten everything we needed from the Asura Sect. Military support, resources, absolute loyalty. Now we have to go to Duke Wallenstein's territory to confirm and organize the wedding with his daughter."
Aiz approached and helped me to my feet.
She kissed me on the mouth, tasting the blood and dried cum still on my lips.
"I missed you, my little cuck," she whispered, licking the corner of my mouth. "Your mother is being very well taken care of… but we have to leave."
Valthor looked me up and down and let out a low laugh.
"Only for this reason am I allowing you to dress like a prince… for now. Aiz, put on your usual red dress. I want you to arrive at the duchy looking like the perfect noble fiancée. Allen, you dress normally too. But listen well, faggot: when we're in front of Duke Wallenstein, you're going to confess the truth. You're going to tell him that his daughter is an insatiable slut who has fucked half the castle and that you are a cuckold faggot who enjoys watching it. Understood?"
"Yes, grandfather…" I answered in a trembling voice. "I'll tell him that Aiz is a whore… and that I am a hopeless faggot."
Aiz let out an excited little giggle and kissed me on the cheek.
"Good boy."
They let me dress in normal clothes: white shirt, dark pants, and a light cape. Aiz put on her characteristic red dress, the one that always made her look like a dangerous princess: deep neckline, fitted waist, and long skirt with a slit up to the thigh. She looked like the perfect fiancée… if it weren't for the red hand marks and dried cum still visible on her neck.
We left the Asura Sect at dawn. Valthor rode a huge black horse. Aiz and I traveled in an open carriage behind him. As we moved away, I looked back. The black towers of the Sect stood out against the red dawn sky. I knew my mother was staying there… forever.
The journey to Duke Wallenstein's territory lasted three days. Along the way Valthor made us stop several times for "training." He forced Aiz to suck me while he watched, but he didn't let me cum. He slapped me in the face several times when I got too nervous and made me repeat out loud what I would say to the Duke.
"Repeat, faggot."
"His daughter Aiz is an insatiable whore who has fucked guards, disciples, and my own grandfather… and I am a cuckold faggot who enjoys watching it and cleaning the cum from her pussy…"
Every time I said it, Aiz laughed and kissed my small cock.
We arrived at the Duke's castle at sunset on the third day. The man received us with honors, suspecting nothing. But when we were alone in the private hall, Valthor looked at me and tugged on my leash (which I still wore under my clothes).
"Now, Allen."
I knelt in front of Duke Wallenstein, a tall, stern man about fifty years old.
"Duke… I have something important to confess to you," I began, my voice trembling with absolute shame. "Your daughter Aiz… is an insatiable whore. She has fucked dozens of guards in the castle, disciples of the Asura Sect, my own grandfather… she loves being used like a cheap whore. And I… I am a cuckold faggot. I enjoy watching it. I enjoy licking other men's cum from her pussy and ass. That's why… the wedding must take place knowing this. Because she is no longer a pure noble… she is my whore and the whore of anyone who wants to use her."
The Duke remained silent for several seconds. Then he let out a deep laugh and looked at Aiz, who was smiling with pride.
"Well… at least you're honest, prince. If that's what you want, the wedding will take place. But my daughter will be treated exactly as a whore deserves."
Valthor smiled, satisfied.
"Perfect. We'll organize everything tomorrow."
While they talked about dates and alliances, my mind returned to the Asura Sect.
There, in the depths of the torture hall, my mother Lilia was tied completely naked to a St. Andrew's cross. Her platinum blonde hair was dirty and stuck to her face with sweat, tears, and cum. Her body was covered in red whip marks, bruises, and bite marks. Her pussy and asshole were open and swollen, dripping cum from multiple men.
Beside her, my father Kael was in the same position, completely naked, his 11 cm cock hard and dripping despite the pain. They looked at each other with sick love.
The Grand Master of the Sect walked around them with a whip in his hand.
"Look at this pathetic couple," he mocked.
"The queen and the prince who once ruled… now just two slaves in love."
Lilia looked at her husband with glassy eyes of pleasure and pain.
"Darling… I love you… I always loved you… forgive me for not being the whore you needed…"
Kael smiled, tears running down his cheeks.
"I love you, Lilia… now you really are the perfect whore… marry me again… but this time as slaves… as bitches of the Sect…"
The Grand Master let out a loud, cruel laugh.
"How romantic! The queen and the prince getting married again as sex slaves!"
He approached and started pissing directly on them. The hot golden stream hit Lilia's face first, filling her open mouth. Then he moved to Kael, filling his mouth and running down his hard cock.
"Drink, you loving whores," he laughed.
"This is your wedding wine."
Lilia and Kael swallowed what they could, looking at each other with absolute devotion while the Sect Master bathed them in piss, laughing nonstop.
"Welcome to your new life… forever."
And at that exact moment, hundreds of kilometers away, I was on my knees in front of Duke Wallenstein, repeating my humiliating confession, while my mother and father sealed their twisted love in the middle of torture and their new master's piss.