Chapter 153: The Ultimate Taboo [6] [R18]

The impact of Azriel’s rhythm shook the heavy star-wood bed with unrelenting brutality.

With Vesperia’s shapely legs pinned securely across his broad shoulders, her massive, pillowy ass stayed elevated, completely suspended to receive the full, punishing brunt of every stroke.

The sheer weight of her lush curves rippled with violent momentum under every impact.

CLAP! SQUELCH! CLAP!

“Ah—fuck! Faster… daddy, hammer it in!” Vesperia pleaded, her regal voice entirely dismantled into hoarse, guttural cries.

Her manicured claws tore long, jagged rents straight through the indigo silk sheets.

Her golden slit-pupils were dilated into huge white orbs, rolled halfway back into her skull as the broad, vein-ridged steel of his cock ruthlessly parted her inner depths, bottoming out against the sensitive entrance of her womb with every piston-like thrust.

Beside them, Rosalind remained curled on her side, her chest rising and falling in shallow, trembling gasps.

Watching the untouchable Matriarch of House Bastet pinned beneath Azriel, thoroughly used, crying out, and reduced to a pleading mess, sent a fresh jolt of dark, intoxicating heat straight through the young Duchess’s core.

Azriel leaned down, his massive, scarred frame casting a shadow over the squirming Matriarch.

His large, calloused hand released one side of her waist and shot upward, wrapping firmly around Vesperia’s slender, pale throat, not enough to cut off her air, but just tight enough to assert absolute, sovereign possession.

“Look at me, Mommy,” he growled, violet flames burning with cold, predatory arrogance in his eyes.

“Who owns this body?”

A choked, breathless whimper spilled past Vesperia’s lips, her plush breasts heaving against the torn scraps of lace.

“You… ah! Only you… Daddy! I’m yours… completely yours!”

The VIP interface in his peripheral vision was cascading with pure hysteria, alerts flashing faster than the eye could follow:

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): HAND WRAPPED AROUND HER THROAT! The Matriarch of Bastet claims herself as his property!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): The way her ass ripples with every thrust… that Overlord-tier body was literally made to be conquered like this!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): H-he’s choking her while pounding her balls-deep… by the gods, this man is an absolute god of sin.

[God_Slayer_Klara] (Red): Look at the bed tearing apart! Azriel, don’t leave a single drop of her sovereign pride intact! Claim her womb!

[Abyssal_Watcher] (Cyan): Generational subjugation complete. The Bastet line belongs to the Beastman now!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): Eleanor is remaining!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Hmph… how hard would it be for daddy to woo a little girl… hehe

Azriel tightened his grip on her throat and accelerated into a savage, merciless crescendo.

Every drive slammed all the way to the hilt, burying him balls-deep as the wet, squelching sounds grew deafening beneath the ambient hum of the amber wards.

Vesperia’s feline tail lashed violently, coiling tight around Azriel’s muscular lower back, her heels digging hard into his shoulder blades as her internal walls clamped down in violent, crushing tremors.

“I’m coming— Daddy, I’m— AHHH!”

Her pussy convulsed around his shaft like a scorching vise, releasing a torrential wave of slick that scalded his iron length.

Trapped in the relentless grip of her climax, Azriel snarled, his jaw locking as the raw, coiled pressure in his groin broke completely.

With three final, bruising, spine-rattling plunges, he buried himself to the absolute root, his hips pinning her thighs wide against his chest.

A deep, guttural roar tore from his throat as thick, boiling rivers of his seed erupted deep inside Vesperia’s womb, pumping in heavy, rhythmic surges that filled the Matriarch to overflowing, branding the elder apex of House Bastet in complete, irreversible ruin.

The heavy pulse of Azriel’s release finished settling deep within Vesperia, yet he held himself buried to the root for several long heartbeats.

He let the Matriarch’s internal walls flutter and spasm around his iron length until her breathing dissolved into ragged, shallow gasps.

When he finally withdrew, a thick, pearlescent trail seeped from her parted folds, pooling against the crumpled indigo silk beneath her ruined hips.

Vesperia’s shapely legs fell limp onto the mattress, her golden slit-pupils rolled halfway back in complete, sated oblivion.

Azriel rose on his knees between them, chest heaving, his vein-ridged shaft surging with unspent vitality.

His violet gaze shifted to Rosalind.

The young Duchess remained curled on her side, watching her mother’s conquered state with flushed cheeks and shallow breaths, her pussy weeping a steady, intoxicating musk onto the sheets.

Before Rosalind could catch her breath, Azriel caught her by the waist. With effortless strength, he hoisted her off the mattress.

“Ah—Azriel!” Rosalind gasped, her hands flailing to find purchase on his forearms as she was lifted through the warm air.

Without an instant of hesitation, Azriel positioned her over her mother.

He laid Rosalind flat on her stomach, her mature frame pinned directly across Vesperia’s lush, conquered body.

Vesperia let out a low, breathy whimper as her daughter’s weight pressed down on her, their white feline tails tangling across Azriel’s body.

“Stay down,” Azriel commanded, his voice laced with absolute authority.

He clamped his large hands onto Rosalind’s flared hips, hoisting her plush, bruised ass to an inviting incline while keeping her torso pressed firmly down against her mother’s chest.

Stepping up on his knees behind them, Azriel guided his heavy, weeping crown directly to Rosalind’s slick, swollen entrance.

With one deliberate, unyielding snap of his hips, he drove all the way home.

SQUELCH!

“Ahhhhhhnnnnnnn…”

A sharp, piercing shriek tore from Rosalind’s throat, her claws digging deep into the star-wood frame near Vesperia’s shoulders.

The sheer force of the impact drove her down harder against her mother, pinning the elder noblewoman under the heavy burden of the assault.

Azriel established a relentless tempo without an ounce of mercy.

CLAP! SLAP! SQUELCH!

Every single plunge bottomed out to the absolute hilt.

His pelvis slammed violently against Rosalind’s plush cheeks, and each crushing collision sent heavy shockwaves rippling straight through her body down into Vesperia pinned beneath her.

The bedframe groaned against the sandstone floor under the sheer violence of his pace.

Azriel tangled his fist into Rosalind’s white hair, yanking her head back until her neck arched taut, leaving her drooling lips parted to the ceiling as his other hand pinned both noblewomen to the mattress.

“Look at you both,” Azriel rasped, his hips driving forward with animalistic power.

“Two highborn women stacked beneath me, a man, on a bed.”

Beneath Rosalind, Vesperia could only let out muffled groans of shared ruin as the vibrations of Azriel’s drives rattled straight through them both, the sheer force leaving the Matriarch powerless to do anything but endure the weight above her.

Across his mental interface, the VIP stream erupted in a golden downpour of system alerts.

[LIVE CHAT]

[Sadistic69] (Red): STACKED ON TOP OF EACH OTHER! HE LITERALLY STACKED THE MOTHER AND THE DAUGHTE!

[Nine_Tailed_Vixen] (Cyan): “The resonance! Every time he thrusts into Rosalind, Vesperia takes the shockwave underneath! This is divine degeneracy!

[Lusty_Sera] (Golden): Their bloodline’s pride is in absolute tatters. Look at how they move together!

[Moon_Priestess] (Cyan): Stacked sovereigns beneath one beastman… an eternal masterpiece. Bless this broadcast!

Rosalind’s hips bucked back instinctively with every strike, her body desperate for friction as her inner walls milked his steel shaft with violent, rippling contractions.

Her breathless cries dissolved into high, rhythmic wails as Azriel hammered into her depths, driving them both toward another blistering peak under the humming amber wards of the Sunfire Enclave.

Mid-thrust, Azriel pulled his cock free from Rosalind with a loud, wet pop.

Without missing a beat, he shifted his angle downward, pressing his slick shaft against Vesperia’s dripping folds, overflowing with his seed, and drove all the way home into the Matriarch.

SQUELCH!

Vesperia gasped, a shattered moan tearing from her throat as his iron length stretched her tight once more.

Azriel hammered into her with brutal, rhythmic precision.

Every heavy slam of his pelvis against Vesperia’s ass sent violent vibrations rippling straight up through Rosalind, who remained pinned over her, whimpering and trembling from the sheer residual force rattling her body.

Reaching over Rosalind’s shoulder, Azriel tangled his calloused fingers deep into Vesperia’s white locks.

He yanked her head, twisting her face upward, and crashed his mouth down onto hers in a savage, breath-stealing kiss.

His tongue claimed her mouth while his hips continued their merciless cadence below.

Breaking the kiss with a sharp bite to her swollen bottom lip that drew a sharp gasp from the elder sovereign, Azriel pulled completely out of Vesperia.

He immediately lined himself back up with Rosalind’s dripping, empty entrance and thrust back inside the Duchess in one ruthless stroke.

He repeated the torment again and again.

Whenever Rosalind’s walls began to flutter and clamp around him on the edge of a climax, he pulled free with a slick crack, plunging directly back into Vesperia’s scalding heat.

Just as the Matriarch’s breath hitched and her hips began to buck in frantic desperation for release, he withdrew and buried himself right back into her daughter.

Watching the dazed, feverish expressions on both highborn women, their minds unraveling under the constant denial, Azriel’s predatory dominance flared.

“Neither of you cums until I say so,” he commanded, his voice a low, sovereign rumble that vibrated through their trembling frames.

“Hold it for daddy.”