The imperial palace garden was a breathtaking oasis of serenity — or at least it was supposed to be.
Moonlight filtered through ancient cherry blossom trees, their pale pink petals drifting lazily onto the perfectly manicured lawns.
Crystal-clear streams wound between marble statues of past emperors, and glowing lanterns floated above the paths like captured stars.
The night air carried the sweet fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and rare moon lilies.
Yet tonight, the beauty felt cold and mocking.
Astrid Sinclair paced back and forth along the stone path like a caged panther.
Her black glossy latex-and-leather armor creaked softly with every tense step, the gold chains on her corset clinking faintly.
One hand never left the hilt of her katana, fingers twitching as if ready to draw at any second.
Her bright pink hair swayed with each sharp turn, and her cool, proud face was twisted with barely contained anxiety.
A few meters away, at a low ebony tea table beneath a blooming wisteria arch, sat Charlotte Blackrose and Queen Morgana Vesperian.
A nervous servant had just finished pouring fragrant herbal tea and delicate pastries.
His eyes, however, kept drifting — unable to resist the deep, glittering cleavage of Morgana’s tight red dress.
The fabric clung to her extreme voluptuous figure like liquid silk, the deep neckline leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
Morgana’s crimson eyes flared with dangerous amusement.
The servant paled instantly, nearly dropping the tray as he bowed and fled.
She clicked her tongue, lips curling into a mocking smile.
“These weaklings are always so greedy to glance at women they couldn’t even dream of touching.”
Charlotte Blackrose, seated gracefully with her long blonde ponytail draped over one shoulder, let out a soft sigh.
Her glossy backless white-and-emerald dress shimmered under the lantern light, hugging her mature elven curves.
Her pointed ears twitched slightly.
“It’s human nature, Morgana,” she said calmly, taking a sip of tea.
“Their desires control them.”
Morgana leaned back, her fiery red hair cascading like blood over her pale vampire skin.
“What a weak-willed race…”
Charlotte’s pointed ears twitched again as Astrid’s armored boots continued their restless pacing on the stone path.
She set her teacup down gently.
“Astrid, take a break, will you? We will know the result in a few minutes.”
Astrid stopped mid-step, sighed heavily, and finally sat down beside them.
Her katana rested across her lap, fingers still drumming on the hilt.
“But Madam Charlotte…” she muttered, voice tight.
“I’m worried if that weakling can even do the purification properly…”
Morgana let out a low, amused laugh, fangs glinting.
“What? Isn’t he the bloody prince? I’m sure he must have a harem of his own. Even though he was just trash, he’s still a prince, right?”
Charlotte shook her head, her mature face serious.
“The Empress never allowed him any real status. He was not permitted to leave the palace grounds. Inside these walls, everyone treats him like an eyesore. Even the simplest maid can awaken her mana… yet Kael still couldn’t do it after all the treatments they tried for so long.”
Morgana clicked her tongue again, leaning forward so her massive breasts strained against the glittering red fabric.
“So he wasn’t even a man. Tsk… why in the world did the Goddess select him?”
The three women fell into heavy silence.
The only sounds were the soft rustle of cherry blossoms and the distant trickle of the garden stream.
Meanwhile, just outside the private purification chamber, the two identical twin maids stood guard like statues.
They had been ordered to remain absolutely silent and motionless.
Suddenly —
“AHHHHHHH…!”
A loud, high-pitched, wailing cry of pure shock and overwhelming sensation tore through the thick doors.
The twin maids’ heads snapped toward each other at the same time, their identical porcelain faces showing the same flicker of confusion.
They stared at one another in stunned silence.
“…What’s happening inside…?” one whispered, barely audible.
The other maid’s eyes widened slightly, but neither dared move.
The private purification chamber was deathly silent except for the ragged breathing of three people.
Elarion was half out of his chair, the wood groaning dangerously under the sudden pressure of his gauntleted hands.
His sky-blue eyes had turned bloodshot with shame and rage.
The golden armor on his chest rose and fell rapidly, every muscle in his body screaming to lunge forward.
On the velvet bed, Kael was already positioned on top of Aurora.
Her eyes were squeezed shut so tightly that tears beaded at the corners.
Both hands clutched the black silk sheets in white-knuckled fists.
Her long, dark purple hair was splayed wildly across the pillow.
Her full breasts rose and fell with each panicked breath, nipples still stiff and glistening from Kael’s earlier attention.
Kael’s monstrous cock was only halfway pushed inside her tight, virgin pussy — the thick head stretching her obscenely.
Aurora’s body trembled violently.
Kael couldn’t contain the pleasure anymore.
The sight of his proud older sister beneath him, the way her tight walls clenched around just the tip of him — it was too much.
With a low groan, he pushed deeper.
“Don’t… stop… it hurts…” Aurora arched sharply off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat.
Elarion’s voice cracked.
“Aurora…!”
Kael kept his face perfectly innocent, smiling gently down at her.
“Cousin, it will ease soon… bear the pain for the Hero.”
Aurora’s golden eyes were glassy with pain.
“Umm… No, it’s too big… I can’t take it anymore…”
Kael began to move — slow, careful thrusts, letting her body adjust inch by inch.
Schlick… schlick… schlick…
Each shallow movement drew wet, obscene sounds from her stretched pussy.
Aurora’s back arched again, a broken “Nngh…!” escaping her lips.
Her thighs shook, toes curling tightly as the unfamiliar fullness burned through her.
Elarion sat defeated in the chair, fingers digging so deeply into his own thighs that the armor plates creaked.
Blood welled under his nails.
She sacrificed herself… staining her body with that trash… If I stop now, everything will go to waste… But… but she’s in so much pain…
Kael’s pace slowly increased.
The wet slap… slap… slap of skin meeting skin grew louder.
Aurora’s full breasts bounced with every thrust, flushed and glistening with sweat.
Her lips parted in a continuous string of broken whimpers.
“Ahh… ahh… it’s too deep… Kael… slow down…”
But Kael could no longer control himself.
The proud, cocky older sister who had always looked down on him was now spread beneath him, taking his cock.
The years of humiliation, the constant disdain, the way she had never even glanced at him as a man — it all snapped.
He thrust harder.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Aurora’s eyes flew open in shock as he drove deep, the thick head kissing her cervix with every brutal stroke.
Her walls fluttered wildly around his massive length.
“I-I’m… I can’t…” she gasped.
Kael’s hips stuttered.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt.
“Cumming…!”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded Aurora’s womb in powerful spurts — spurt… spurt… spurt…
Aurora’s body seized up, a strangled cry caught in her throat.
For a few long seconds, the only sounds were their heavy panting and the wet, obscene sounds of Kael’s cock twitching inside her overflowing pussy.
Then Aurora’s golden eyes flashed with pure fury.
With a sudden burst of strength, she slammed both palms into Kael’s chest and flung him backward.
His body crashed violently into the far wall with a loud thud, knocking over a side table.
Kael coughed hard, sliding down the wall, cum still dripping from his spent cock.
Aurora sat up instantly, cum leaking down her thighs onto the ruined sheets.
Her voice was ice-cold.
“How dare you leave your traces inside me…!”
Kael coughed again, trying to catch his breath.
“Cousin… I thought it only works if we do everything properly…”
Aurora’s hand was already reaching for the nearest object to throw when Elarion’s voice cut through the room — hoarse, broken, but urgent.
“Aurora… it works.”
A faint golden glow shimmered around Elarion’s chest.
The cursed black veins on his skin were visibly receding.
A tiny thread of his lost mana had returned to his Divine Radiance Core.
Aurora froze mid-motion.
She looked at her hero, then down at the mess between her legs, then back at Kael — who was still slumped against the wall, breathing hard.
Her voice turned frigid, regal, and utterly commanding.
“Get out.”
Kael didn’t argue.
He quickly gathered his robes and left the chamber without another word, the heavy doors closing behind him with a final click.
The room fell silent once more.
Only the faint golden glow around Elarion and the wet sound of Kael’s cum slowly leaking out of Aurora remained.