Chapter 99 – What an unquenchable man(R-18, disturbing content warning)
In a countryside mansion-
A stunning woman in her mid-twenties with seductive curves leisurely ate lunch in the dining room while in her birthday suit, served by naked, vacant-eyed servants. Upon a closer look, her chair was none other than a plump, unclothed man, blissfully panting under the woman's weight, his mouth gagged and a dildo stuck in his ass as he leaked semen onto the floor. Under the table, between her spread-open legs, a dashingly handsome man was eating her out like a puppy licking its owner.
This woman was an Echo, one specializing in Mind Magic. She sent her subordinates to monitor Tabarga and spy on the one who killed Ianuarius, leaving her bored in the countryside. As she was wondering where she could stay, the dashing son of a count passed by with his carriage saw her, and was immediately smitten by her looks, wanting to make her his concubine. Amused, she followed him before brainwashing everyone in the mansion, turning them into loyal servants.
The female Echo, over 300 years old, had more refined tastes. Tired of casual sex, she tried many different kinks, both submissive and dominant. Brainwashing an entire mansion before making everyone into brainwashed sex slaves was just another Tuesday. However, she considered herself tame.
Some Echos had deranged vices that would make seasoned demons shiver. One of them made a disgusting abomination called a human centipede. Another chopped off the limbs of a victim before feeding it to someone afflicted with a hunger curse before healing the victim and repeating the process until the cursed target died from overeating.
Unfortunately, while suitable for gathering information and brainwashing, Mind Magic left many flaws in the target, so they were unsuitable as agents. She still had to rely on her servants, the Corrupted. Of course, she didn't send her main force but expendable cannon fodder to gather some essential information. As expected, Gerhart arrived and claimed the reward, and her followers continued monitoring his every move. The last she heard of him was when he entered the Silver Silk Lounge for a meeting with the Red Light District leaders, likely to understand the situation there. However, he stayed there for the whole night to enjoy their services. And that was when he had a harem of powerful and beautiful women.
"What a lecherous man." The Echo smirked when she remembered this and looked down at the puppy licking her.
"Stop." She said, and the puppy stopped. She then turned to look at a maid, one of the count's daughters. "You, come here."
"Yes, mistress." The daughter walked over.
"You're now a bitch in heat. Get on your knees and beg the puppy to fuck you." The Echo said.
"Woof! Woof! Hah! Hah! Hah!" The naked young woman got on all fours before shaking her ass to the puppy, her pussy drenched.
The puppy's eyes immediately lit up as he pounced on the bitch before humping her, his biological sister.
"Awoo!"
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
"Hah... I'm bored." The Echo sighed. Monitoring someone was always annoying.
"You're insatiable!" Gerhart couldn't but say as he pounded her.
That was their fifth time, and he was fucking her for three hours, yet she was still going strong at it.
"How can I not! Oh! When you have such a great, manly tool! AH! I'm forgetting! How that man felt! HAHI!" Prisca cried out in ecstasy.
"Such lip service won't make me go easier on you!" Gerhart said as he pounded her harder.
Pa* Pa* Pa* Pa*
"Eek! Yes! Fuck! I'm going to cum! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming again!" Prisca orgasmed for the 14th time.
"I'm going to cum too! Get knocked up!" Gerhart said as he thrust inside and cummed deep inside her.
SPLURT* SPLURT* SPLURT*
"AHHH!!! YESS!!! I can feel it! I'm going to get pregnant by a man younger than my daughter!" Prisca shook as she felt the thick man seed shooting inside her, filling her up. Her belly felt oddly heavier again, like a filled sack.
"So this is what a real man feels like..." Prisca thought as her eyes rolled back and collapsed, Gerhart's dick exiting her as semen started drenching the couch.
"Finally. I thought that Prisca would never calm down." Gerhart muttered as he felt the terror of a thirsty nympho.
Without ceremony, he converted her, healed her, and then slapped her rear.
"Hahi!" Prisca yelped in shock, semen spurting out of her still-gapping vagina.
"Get up, woman. We still have business to discuss." Gerhart said.
"Yesh, mashter..." Prisca slurred.