The Duke of Juna: A New Threat

“Faster, Emil!” The Duke ordered to Emil, his aide.

“Yes, Sir!” Emil answered.

Karl, the Duke of Juna, couldn’t believe the news when his scouts brought him the information. His own mother had been captured and sold as a slave; now he was racing to the auction.

Not to save his mother.

To take revenge. It was his mother who abandoned him when he was just three; he was sold to a bandit camp, trained to be a ruthless killer. It was not until King Frederick’s squires stormed the camp that he was freed. Now he was a powerful knight, adept in the arcane arts. After routing numerous orcish raids and undead assaults, and winning a decisive victory at Juna that turned the tide of the war, he was elevated to nobility.

The 24-year old Duke arrived on time. The commonfolk were enthusiastic about the auction; a young slave’s price (about 400-600 silver) was worth three years’ a farmer’s income, but an older slave could be sold for cheaper.

“100 silver!” one of the men offered.

“150 silver!”

“175 silver!”

“5000 silver!” the Duke roared.

Everyone was stunned and silenced, including the black-haired woman sold. 5000 silver pieces was a high price; for that much money one could purchase a minor noble slave. Furthermore, to think that the Duke of Juna, an accomplished noble, a mage considered among the top ten in the entire continent, not just the realm, would come in person to a backwater slave auction was ludicrous.

Obviously, nobody could, or would for that matter, top the Duke’s offer. “Regina Wilter, sold for 5000 pieces of silver to Sir Karl Kray, Duke of Juna,” declared the auctioneer with a shaky voice.

As his squires escorted his newly acquired slave to one of his two carriages, the Duke turned to Emil. “What is her crime?” Per the laws of all civilised nations (the human Kingdom of Calva, the elven Kingdom of Wain, and the various human and elven settlements across the continent), one could only become a slave if they commited a crime; a serious one. Of course, should one move to the south, where the orcish tribes and necromancers resided, the laws did not apply. Nonetheless, ever since the orcs and the undead were defeated four years ago in the Third Great War, no man or elf dared approach those lands. The largest threat for peace and stability was rebellions by local nobles, as well as bandits.

“Banditry, Sir,” the man with brown, curly hair answered. “She leads a bandit unit of twenty men and has managed to raze one of Calva’s village to the ground.”

“I see.”

The village elder approached the Duke. The old man bowed sharply. “I welcome the Duke of Juna to our humble village.”

“I appreciate the warm welcome,” the tall Duke answered with a smile. “Is there anything to report, Elder?”

“Ah, the usual banditry, Your Grace,” the elder rejoined. “Nothing our local militia could not handle. Although….” The elder stopped for a while.

“What is it, Elder?”

“I am not sure if this is noteworthy, Sir, but sometimes, we are also attacked by a few orcs or animated skeletons.”

The Duke’s eyes jolted out. “That is certainly a reason for worry,” he said. “I will dispatch a few troops from my keep. They should be able to trace them. I suspect a rogue orc band or a lone necromancer.”

“That would be most pleasant, Your Grace.”

The Duke set out from the village back to his manor. “Emil, order a group of twenty men to move to the village. Track the bandits, undead, and orcs.”

“Understood, Sir.”

As their chariot moved across the Duke’s realm, the Sun set. His first chariot that carried his slave had arrived. As night fell and his chariot neared the keep, the Duke ordered his charioteer to stop. “Halt!”

Out of nowhere, the Duke and his companions were attacked by arrows. The Duke reached for his charioteer, pulling him inside. “Stay inside,” he ordered.

“Your Grace! It’s dangerous! Let us handle this!” one of his squires cried out, brandishing his sword. The Duke paid no heed and emerged out of the carriage. Almost immediately, arrows swarmed him. He conjured a shield of ice, parrying the arrows.

He fired a powerful fireball at some surrounding trees. The assailants were felled. His squires checked while he and his companions returned to the manor. Such assassination attempts often happened; although, as the Duke built his reputation, they became rare.

The manor’s servants scrambled to prepare a bath for the Duke. “It’s been four years,” the Duke mumbled in his hot tub, “no, no. It must be a single necromancer. No way the Necro-Orcish alliance could rebuild itself.”

“Excuse us, Master. May we help you?” The Duke had over five hundred slaves; some he purchased, most he acquired as gifts or spoils. He usually gifted his male slaves to other nobles to curry favours or sold them for cold, hard cash; he does keep a few around. Meanwhile, his female slaves were worked in brothels he owned or given to his soldiers or contacts. He did personally make use of some of them before handing them over to the brothels or to the soldiers.

However, there were two cherished slaves, exclusive for his use. One was an elven high priestess who supported the undead, Jessica: a blonde, slender slave with fair skin, a trait of elvenkind. She was given by the Elven King four years ago, after the War ended. The other one was Isabelle, a member of the royal family who rebelled two years ago, striking a pact with a necromancer that rendered her immortal. She was dark skinned with auburn hair; as a warrior, she had a bulky body yet rather small breasts. After weeks of whipping, torturing, and humiliating, their resistance broke. As with all slaves, they wore a collar and a tattoo. Their tattoo was made with rare gold ink, shaped like the Duke of Juna’s family crest.

“What service do you desire of us, Master?” Jessica asked while rubbing the Duke’s shoulders. Isabelle washed his feet.

“Just wash me clean,” he ordered. “There’s a new slave I want to use today.”

“Ooo!” both Isabelle and Jessica gasped.

“Who is it, Master? Which noble?” Isabelle asked enthusiastically.

“She’s not a noble,” he said.

“She must be very pretty,” Jessica said.

“Decent,” he said. “But I have a vendetta against her.”

The slaves nodded. “May we watch, Master?” Isabelle asked.

“Not this time,” he said. He rose from his bath.

The Duke wore his coat and headed to the dungeon. “Have you prepared her?” the Duke of Juna asked his slaver. She, alongside her hired slavers, was the one who trained almost all of the Duke’s slaves save the ones reserved for him.

“Yes, Your Grace, I have.”

Karl entered the dungeon cell. His mother was tied to the ceiling. Having given birth to multiple children, she was rather old; perhaps 46 or 47. He walked around. Regina looked at the floor.

“If you’re going to rape me, just do it,” she said, resigning her fate.

“Look at me,” the Duke said. Reluctantly, Regina did so.

“Do you recognize me?” the Duke asked.

“Karl Kray, Duke of Juna.”

“So you don’t recognize me,” the Duke said. “You had a son whom you sold to bandits when he was three years old.”

“How-” Then Regina realized it. The Duke smiled.

“Son!” she squealed, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes.

That hope was vanquished immediately when the Duke slapped her. “So now I’m your son, huh? I guess I wasn’t when I was three.”

“No, wait!”

The Duke slapped her again. He displayed his massive cock. “Suck it, whore.”

“I-I….”

“For 1500 gold pieces, I expect better.” The Duke propelled himself forward. Regina had no choice but to let her throat be gagged by her son’s cock.

“Slut. Whore. Bitch.”

“Mmmmh!”

The Duke pulled out his cock. He walked around and soon his member was in front of Regina’s cunt. “W-wait! We’re still related by blood!”

“So what?” The Duke coldly asked. In one thrust, all of his cock was inside, breaking through Regina’s womb. “You may be my mother, but you are my property now.”

“Nnngh!” Even Regina had to concede to the girth and length of the Duke’s cock. Her wet and hairy pussy, once thought to be loose, was filled to the brim. She squirted again and again. The Duke ejaculated inside of her. His cum burst out of her womb.

“You’re my slave now, understood, Regina?”

“Y-yes….” Regina broke down crying for a while, but she resigned to her fate at last.

“Yes what?” The Duke whipped Regina’s ample bosoms.

“Yes, Master.”

The Duke was yet to finish. He brandished his cock once more, this time preparing to use Regina’s backdoor. “I-it won’t fit.”

“It will.” With fiery energy, he thrusted inside of Regina’s ass. “Now this is a decent hole.”

“Mmmh!” There was no boundary between mother and son. The Duke slammed his massive shaft inside of his mother’s tight ass. His cock grinded against its walls brutally, and Regina came.

“Tell me, why did you sell me?” the Duke asked while pinching his slave’s nipples. Regina came again instantly.

“Uh-ah! Ah! Y-your sisters are sick. Our family was poor….”

A strong slap landed on Regina’s buttcheeks. “You’re a liar, Regina, and a bad one at that,” the Duke said with a smile. “You gambled away all of your savings and were deep in debt.”

For a while, there was no sound except for the feral mating noises as the Duke was balls deep inside of Regina. “Answer me,” he said coldly, slapping her ass.

“H-how do you know?”

The Duke laughed, momentarily stopped thrusting. “I have spies and scouts across the continent,” he said. “Do you really think I’d not know?”

“Please! I’m sorry!” she squealed as the Duke continued pounding her ass while pulling her black hair. “I was desperate! I’m sorry! Please, please stop! I’m your mother!”

“Silence, whore!” the Duke barked. He ejaculated, filling Regina’s ass with white cum. He cut off the rope that bounded Regina, who fell to the ground immediately.

“I have a task for you,” the Duke said. He threw her a large bottle; perhaps enough for one and a half litres. “Fill that bottle with sperm in three days. If you don’t, well… let’s just say there will be consequences.”

“S-sperm? How can I?”

“You will see how,” the Duke said. He whistled, calling the slaver. “Arrange her lodgings.”

“Of course, Your Grace. And her rank?”

“Class IV.”

The Duke of Juna left. Without warning, the slaver stamped Regina’s flesh with hot iron. “Aw!”

The slaver attached a collar. “Follow me.”

“Can’t I get some clothes?”

“Class IV slaves have to be naked,” the masked man said.

The Duke of Juna had divided his slaves into four classes: Class I were headed by Jessica and Isabelle, and another handful of his favourites; they wore rare silk underwear. Class II were reserved for lesser nobles under his command as well as honored guests; they were given tunic bra and panties. Class III were for officers and soldiers; they were allowed to cover their genitals, but breasts remained bare. Class IV were sent to brothels; they were not allowed clothes.

Meanwhile, the Duke of Juna had called for a meeting between the dukedom’s top officials: his court mage, Alexandra, commander of his 7000-strong army, Sir Heart, his aide Emil, and his Governor Gaul. “I have analyzed the corpses,” Alexandra said.

“What are they? Orcs? Undead?” the young Heart asked. The Duke of Juna raised his hand, asking for silence.

“Neither… and both, in a sense. They are undead orcs.”

“Undead orcs?” Governor Gaul wondered.

“Yes. Reanimated orcs.”

The Duke of Juna fell to his seat. He was sure that his foe was a lone necromancer or a small band of orcs; perhaps now he had to fight both. “Can you track them?”

“Yes. I suspect they emerged from the Xanadu Forests.” The Duke of Juna’s territory was located in the westernmost part of the Kingdom. To its west was the Xanadu Forests; a wild land populated by numerous beasts.

A faint smile formed on the Duke’s lips. “I will go there myself,” he said. “I have a friend there. Alexandra, you will accompany me.”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

Meanwhile, a couple tens of kilometres away, the slaver, alongside two guards, threw Regina into a prison cell. “Hey! At least give me a cloth!”

“You should be grateful to be used personally by the Duke,” the slaver said.

“Hey!”

“Don’t bother. It won’t work,” Regina’s cellmate said. She was a tall and slender girl with almost no tits and hairy pussy. The blonde girl was sweaty and she was wiping cum off her breasts and cunt with a handkerchief.

The prison itself was rather small, but enough for two futons side-by-side as well as a bucket for their piss and feces.

“Who are you?”

“Felice, your cellmate,” she said. “And I suggest just accepting the condition. What’s your crime, anyway?”

“I….” Regina was silent for a while. “So we are just imprisoned here?”

Felice let out a dry laughter. “Oh, I wish so. We sleep at ten and wake up at six. We have one hour to eat and take a short bath, then we will go downstairs to be gangraped for six hours straight. One hour for rest and lunch, and then four hours of service. Then we can rest in our cell. In fact, I was just back from the brothel.”

Regina slumped down on her futon. “You haven’t answered my question,” Felice said.

Regina sighed. “Banditry.”

“Impossible,” Felice said. “Well, unless you lead at least 50 bandits. I heard that’s the minimum to be thrown to Class IV.”

“I’m his mother,” Regina said bitterly.

“Who?”

“The Duke of Juna’s.”

“Pfft. What a terrible liar.”

“No. It’s true,” Regina said. “I’m serious.”

Felice was silent for a while. “It’s true that the Duke is infamously not from a well-established noble family… it’s also true that he always avoids talking about his family in interviews with newspapers.”

“That’s because I sold him to vagabonds when he was three years old to cover my gambling debts. He wants revenge, and how could I blame him?”

“So the sperm dripping from your ass and pussy is your son’s?”

“Yes.”

“Must be hard for you.”

“I deserve it,” Regina said.

“You know, you better stay away from the others. There are really some bad personalities out there; you know, chain murderers, illegal slavers….”

“What about you?”

“Me? I’m just a thief. It just so happens that the Thief Guild comissioned me to steal the Duke of Juna’s Ruby Blade. I should have not taken the deal, it was hopeless from the start. Should have asked Natalie to take over instead.”

“Natalie? Wait… short, silver hair, with a mole below her eye?” Regina barked.

“Yup. Why?”

“That’s my daughter!”

“What? What happened then?”

Regina shrugged. “Our family just sort of fell apart.”

Regina just happened to remember the bottle she was given. She put the bottle next to her futon. “He told me to fill it with semen in three days.”

“Wow, that’s a tall order. That’s so unlike the Duke. He’s usually rather kind.”

“Kind?”

“Well, other nobles don’t ever bother giving slaves a private cell like this. Some of my friends who worked for the Thief Guild are forced to mate with animals. Many become pregnant and are forced to abort the baby using primitive methods; at least here we are provided a monthly barenness potion.”

“He must hate me a lot now. I’m such a bad mother,” Regina said. “Then I suppose the only thing I could be now is a good whore for him.”

“Chill, Regina,” Felice said. “We’re all trash.”

The Xanatu Forest was wild in every sense of the word. Not only was it difficult to traverse, it also housed numerous strange creature. In particular, satyrs, goat-like humanoids, and centaurs, which looked like a human-horse hybrid, roamed the woods.

But the Duke of Juna and his court mage knew the danger posed by them paled in comparison to one being. Anna Valentine, a half-elf, was the last and the most powerful keeper of the ancient magic of golemmancy as well as master of nature manipulation. She commanded loyalty of the satyrs and the centaurs. During the zenith of the Third War, she sided with the Alliance, bringing forth a force of 20,000 satyrs and centaurs, and 4,000 golems; creatures of human proportions that were made of wood. They were rather slow, but possessed powerful attacks and were very durable. She also had a few dozen druids at her disposal. Many historians argued that her entry to the war was the decisive winning factor, rather than the heroic actions of the Duke of Juna, who routed 50,000 undead with just 2,000 men in the City of Juna.

It was Anna Valentine who taught the Duke the secrets of immortality. The Duke, 24 years old, looked as young as he was four years ago. Since then many jealous pursuers had searched for Anna for immortality; they were promptly destroyed, either by her allies, the Duke, or the powerful golemmancer herself. Of course, there were an immortality elixir; yet its price meant only the King could afford it.

The two rode on war horses, traversing the woods. It was then that Anne revealed herself. She was a tall person, her brown hair covering part of her face. “Duke of Juna,” she addressed the noble, “just because our realms border on one another, does not mean you can trespass.”

“Pardon my intrusion, Anna,” the Duke said, careful not to draw the ire of the most powerful mage in the continent, “bands of orcish undead are assaulting my realm’s borders. My court mage tracked them to your forests.”

“Hmm… orcish undeads. So I should have done that raid sooner than later after all.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are right, Karl Kray. We are hunting them day and night. We have spotted a massive camp and are planning to attack tonight.”

“Can my court mage and I join you?” the Duke asked. “Your enemies are also my enemies.”

“Sure.”

Night fell. Thousands of centaurs, armed with spears and bows, as well as sword and axe-wielding satyrs, accompanied by hundreds of golems, marched to the massive camp. The Duke drew his Ruby Blade, a prize of war he captured from a fallen necromancer. Alexandra held her white staff tightly.

“Fire!” Anna ordered, her centaurs raining down a shower of arrows upon the camp. In response, the undead orcs emerged. The centaurs charged with spears, cutting down many of those creatures. Suddenly, more creatures appeared from the camp. They were red skinned and looked like a human otherwise if not for their sharp claws.

“What are they?” Alexandra gasped.

“Demons,” the golemmancer rejoined. “Drats.”

The Duke was sweating bullets. Ghosts and spirits had inhabited the continent since time immemorial, but demons were another matter. A small pack of six or seven, summoned by a desperate human or elf who struck a pact with the otherworldly powers, could easily overrun a village.

“Who summoned them?” the Duke muttered.

As if answering the question, two powerful demons arrived: one succubus and one hell knight. In response, the Duke and Valentine spurred into action while their army stormed the camp.

“Heheheh. Humans….” The succubi licked her lips.

“Die, demon!” The Duke pointed his blade at the succubus, emitting powerful orange fire. The succubus breathed flames, unleashing a sea of red fire that blocked the Duke’s assault.

“I’m weak against fire, so I’ll take on the knight,” Valentine said. She moved to the left flank, the knight following her.

“Alexandra, back off. This is too much for you,” the Duke said.

“But, Sir! I am your court mage!” Alexandra protested.

“Infernal Hell!” the succubus unleashed a fire dragon, charging straight at the duo.

The Duke raised a thick ice barrier, barely parrying the assault. He sent a storm of ice blades at the demon, who swiftly avoided them all. “Go!”

The demon dashed forward, sword in hand. The Duke exchanged blows with her before she landed a fiery kick to the chest. The succubus swiftly pulled his pants down. “That’s quite big. I’ll enjoy sucking the life out of you.” A succubus was capable of siphoning off a target’s life force via sex.

The succubus kneeled to suck the Duke’s cock. Yet she underestimated her foe; the Duke took this opening and used one of his ace cards. “Frost Bomb!” he screamed, a massive explosion blasting the succubi’s arms apart. She was frozen solid by the spell.

“You’re good, human. Both your magic and your ‘magic’. Heh.”

“Seal her, Alexandra!” the Duke ordered. Before the court mage could, the demon turned to black smoke.

The Duke hastily wore back his pants. His court mage rushed to him. “Are you fine, Your Grace?”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

Anna Valentine, emerging victorious, rejoined the duo. They stormed the camp, slaughtering the necromancers inside. “Anything else?” the Duke asked as he felled the last necromancer.

The golemmancer nodded weakly. “These letters are of demonic origin. This is ancient demonic, no doubt. I’ll try to decipher it.”

“Very well. My companion and I will rest here for some time and then return to my realm.”

“Sure,” the golemmancer said, not paying heed. She was focused on the documents she found.

After a few hours’ rest, the Duke and his court mage departed, their wagon filled with their share of loot that had been captured from the camp, including a copy of the documents. The Duke would be welcomed by a pleasant sight.

While the Duke and the court mage fought against the demons and their necromancer allies, Regina ultimately accepted what she had to do. She had taken all the wrong paths in life. When her husband died, she wasted all their savings on gambling. Given the choice, she sold her son to banditry to pay her debts. She couldn’t save her family from falling apart and she turned to organized crime. If becoming her son’s sex slave meant redemption, then so be it.

“Damn, this chick could give a blowjob alright!” one man said.

“Yeah, her pussy’s rather loose though.”

“Try her backdoor. It’s still tight.”

The three men came simultaneously inside Regina. “Thank you, Sirs.” Regina hastily grabbed the bottle. She vomited what sperm she could vomit into the almost full bottle. She placed it below her, allowing cum to flow from her pussy and ass into it.

“It’s full, huh?” Felice grinned.

“Yeah,” Regina said. She smiled earnestly. “I hope my son, no, Master will be satisfied with me.”

The Duke, having arrived at night after dinner in journey, ordered his magicians and translators to decipher the documents. He took a short bath, and sent orders for his two slaves to treat him to a small snack. He sat against the wall of his bedroom on his bed, which was covered in exquisite rugs. He leaned himself against a soft pillow.

“Hello, Master,” Jessica said, on her hands a tray of small pastries. “You called for us?”

The Duke nodded slightly. Isabelle entered with a jug of coffee and milk. A strange beverage for a late night snack, but the Duke was used to not sleeping. Jessica and Isabelle sat on bed next to their owner.

“How did you journey go, Master?” Jessica asked. She put a small pastry with berry jam inside of the Duke’s mouth.

“Not bad,” the Duke said while groping Jessica’s huge breasts. “Raided a pretty strong camp. Isabelle, do your special service.”

“Of course, Master.”

Isabelle pulled the Duke’s trousers and used her feet to pleasure his shaft. “Nice legs. Quite muscular,” the Duke said. “Ah, right. You did aim to be a general.”

“I did, Sir,” Isabelle said. “I wanted glory and prestige. Thinking back, it was so foolish of me. The purest glory and prestige is to serve as your slave, Master. You broke me and now I’m your cherished property; I couldn’t be happier.”

“Me too, Master. I spent my life uselessly worshiping Qatash, and then I switched allegiance to Alkor. But they never gave me anything; being your slave is much more better than being their devotee.” Qatash was the elven God of Life; while Alkor was said to be a deity worshipped by the necromancers.

“As a priestess, you must be able to dance, right?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Show it to me.”

The fallen priestess detached her underwear and began dancing lewdly. She groped her own breasts while squatting up and down. Then she made a somersault jump, spreading her legs and showing her pussy. She knelt like a dog, shaking her ass.

“Enough foreplay.”

“Of course, Master. Which hole do you want to use?” Isabelle asked.

“Anal. Keep dancing, Jessica.”

Isabelle climbed on the Duke. Her ass, tight at it was, was so accustomed to the Duke’s cock that the latter slided in without much effort. “Stupid whore,” the Duke insulted. “You are the King’s niece. If you just put your head down, you’d be one of the most prominent persons in the Kingdom. But no, you want everything and now you’re a sex slave. Your only worth is your body now.”

“Ah! Ah!” Isabelle moaned as her owner’s cock wrecked the walls of her ass and her pussy squirted. “Master, if I knew rebelling would lead to this, I’d still do it. I don’t need anything else; I just want to be yours! So please use me, Master. Use your slut!”

The Duke smirked at his piece of work; a noble full of ego, now begging to be used. He obliged, thrusting brutally. “I-I’m coming!” As the Duke pumped his sperm inside of Isabella, she squirted all over the Duke’s stomach.

Isabelle collapsed to the bed. “Thank you very much, Sir,” she gasped, “please, please don’t abandon me.”

“Of course I won’t,” the Duke said. “You’re a precious slut to me, Isabelle. Jessica, it’s your turn now.”

“Yes, Sir!” Jessica said, stopping her dance. “How would you like me, Master?”

“Lay down on the bed.”

Jessica spreaded her shaven pussy. The Duke, after having his cock cleaned by Isabelle, thrusted deep inside of Jessica. “Aaah! Thank you Master! Thank you Master! Qatash and Arlok never gave me anything like this! Yes, pound me hard, Master! I’m your cocksleeve!”

“Your gods must be disappointed seeing you like this,” the Duke said mischiveously, penetrating Jessica’s womb.

“They mean nothing to me now! My body is yours! My soul is yours! I am your property!”

“Well then, I’ll mark you as mine again.” The Duke ejaculated, filling Jessica’s womb to the brim. Simultaneously, Jessica squirted high.

“Excuse me, Master.”

Regina knocked, and then entered. “Oh, hello Regina. You’re back. How did the assignment go, my slut?”

Almost immediately, flames of jealousy burned in Jessica and Isabelle’s hearts. “Anything wrong?” the Duke said.

“N-No Master. We’re sorry,” they said, ashamed at themselves. They were slaves, property that could be sold and thrown away at any time. That they could be the Duke’s favourite slaves was a great honor. Both realized they had just crossed the line; it was the Duke who owned them, and not vice versa. They couldn’t and shouldn’t have stopped the Duke from using another slave.

But the two were also aware of the hierarcy between slaves. They knew no man or woman ever touched them because they were exclusively the Duke’s. He also had a few other slaves that he used regularly, but that he shared with his top allies. This mature slave, however, had no clothes and a tattoo of black ink; a sign of a Class IV slave.

“I think neither of you know each other.”

All three nodded slightly. “Regina, these two are my most valuable slaves: the blonde elf is Jessica, while the auburn haired human is Isabelle.” Regina instinctively bowed slightly; a lower class slave had to bow to a higher class slave.

“Isabelle, Jessica, this is Regina. As you may have noticed already, she’s a Class IV slave. But a special one.”

Isabelle and Jessica held their breaths. “See, she’s my mother.”

Even if Isabelle and Jessica had learned manners from the Duke, they couldn’t hide their shock. “Y-your mother, Master?”

“My very own. She sold me to bandits 21 years ago… why do you think I have yet to speak about my family publicly?” The Duke smirked. “You’ve brought the bottle, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

Regina handed over the bottle full of sperm. The Duke poured it all on a dog bowl. “Piss on it, Jessica, Isabelle.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Drink. Drink like a dog.”

Regina silently fell to her knees, slowly drinking the concoction of sperm and urine. “Aah… Master, may we masturbate?”

The Duke nodded while preparing his cock. “So, Mom, ready to be fucked?”

“Yes… son.” Regina was quite clearly uncomfortable thinking that it was her son who used her. She was trying to erase Karl’s identity as her offspring and establish a new one as her master.

“Your pussy’s way too loose, Mom. I think I’ll take your anus.”

Regina used her hands to widen her anus. The Duke inserted his cock inside of Regina’s ass. “You like this, Mom?” the Duke asked with a cruel grin. “Look at Isabelle and Jessica, Mom. You should strive to be like them.”

“Yesshh… thank you Master,” Isabella said. They were furiously rubbing their clits and pussies.

“I! Ah! Ah! I understand, my son,” Regina said, pussy juice bursting out from her cunt. “I’ll be a good slave for you.”

“Good, good, Mom,” the Duke said. The Duke pulled out, decorating Regina’s hair with cum. The sperm and piss meal had been finished. Regina laid on the floor, spreading her hairy pussy with her fingers.

“A-ah!” Isabelle and Jessica came.

The Duke urinated all over Regina, firstly on her thighs and pussies, then her stomach and large tits, and finally her open mouth. “Hmm… you make for quite a good urinal. I think I know what to do with you.”

The Duke slept with Jessica and Isabelle. The next day, he issued a flurry of orders to his slavers. The Duke’s bedroom had several smaller rooms inside. Regina settled inside one of them. “From now on, you will be an exclusive slave of mine,” he said. “But your body’s worn out, so I’ll use you as a toilet urinal instead. Prepare to drink a lot of piss, slut.”

“Of course, Master.”

He pointed at a few finely made wooden dildos. “My slavers will bring you food daily. You’ll probably be bored here, so I’ll give a privilege not even Isabelle or Jessica have. You can masturbate without my permission.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“See you, slave.” The Duke locked the door.

Suddenly, the magical alarm rang. “What?” the Duke gasped. The alarm came from Alexandra’s part of the mansion. He rushed there.

Alexandria raised her staff, trying to fend off the succubus. Her guards were knocked out by the succubus. “Your Grace!”

“Heah!” The Duke of Juna shrieked, using sheer physical power to push the succubus back. More of his knights arrived.

“Take Alexandria and the others away,” the Duke ordered, unsheathing his Ruby Blade. “I’ll face the demon.”

“Hmm… you beat me once, so I guess you’re worthy of my name. I am known as Michelle.”

“I don’t care!” the Duke hotly replied. He unleashed a barrage of blazing swords.

Michelle, the succubus, held firm, parrying the barrage with a swift swing of her own sword. She fires a powerful black arrow at the Duke, who blocked it with a round ice shield. The Duke dashed forward, bashing the succubus’ head with the shield.

The succubus retreated to the air with her wings. The Duke summoned an ice disk to chase her. “Kikikiki!” the succubus let out a laughter, almost severing the Duke’s head. He threw an ice knife, piercing Michelle’s stomach.

“Take this!” the Duke threw tens of sharp ice disks. The demon called upon a wall of orange fire, holding off the Duke’s attack. A pillar of fire burst out from the ground, summoned by the Duke, burning the succubus.

Both of them hurled powerful fireballs, yet none hit each other until the Duke sneakily fired a flurry of ice knives. The succubus, busy neutralizing the fireballs, were squarely hit and stabbed. “Kh!”

“You can’t win!” the Duke declared.

“You’re really strong, human,” the demon said. “Well, according to succubi tradition, a defeated succubus must give something to the victor. I think I know what will suffice.”

The succubus extended her hand. Suddenly, the Duke’s member erected. “Enjoy! Hahaha!”

“Wait!” the Duke roared. “What did you do to me?”

But the succubus had disappeared. Alexandra and her mages rushed to the Duke’s position. “Your Grace!” Alexandria gasped. “I-I sense demonic energy from your pants!”

“I know,” the Duke said, biting his lips. “The demon cast a curse on me.”

The Duke was hurried to the mansion’s emergency hospital, just across the Duke’s bedroom. Alexandria and her healers checked the Duke’s condition. “This is strange. The demon energy has almost vanished, and in the first place it was concentrated on the crotch. Sorry if this feels obscene, Your Grace.”

Alexandria, the blonde girl, gasped when she pulled down the Duke’s pants. “Holy hell! Is this your usual size, Your Grace?” she asked, staring at the Duke’s penis, 25 cm tall.

“No! That’s the problem!” the Duke barked. “It’s about five or six centimetres shorter, usually.”

“I think the best course of action would be to allow you to ejaculate, Your Grace.”

The Duke called his slaves. “The Duke needs to ejaculate. The faster the better.”

“Wow! That’s not Master’s usual size!” Jessica said enthusiastically. However, it was clear that Jessica and Isabelle were both exhausted from yesterday’s play.

“He was hit by a curse.”

“I wouldn’t mind if the curse stays,” Isabelle said. She impaled herself on the cock.

“My pussy is so full!” she said as she rode it. “Master’s cock is crushing my womb!” Isabelle squirted again and again, but even the tightness of her pussy couldn’t make the Duke’s cock ejaculate.

Isabelle collapsed. “Ha… ha…. I’m sorry Master. I can’t move my legs anymore.”

“I’ll take over!” Jessica declared. “If Master must cum fast, I’ll use my ass. It’s my tightest hole.”

Jessica had anal sex in a reverse cowgirl position, her lewd face open for Alexandria and the healers to see. “Uah! What size! This thing is a monster!”

But not even Jessica’s ass could extract the sperm from the Duke’s cock. “Call the head slaver and give her this key. Tell her to fetch Regina.”

One of the healers called the slaver and she brought Regina. Jessica withdrew, having failed. Regina took her place. “Please cum using my pussy, Master!” Regina cried. Her loose pussy now felt nice with the size of the Duke’s cock.

“Argh!” the Duke shrieked, pumping much sperm inside of Regina’s womb.

“Yes!” Alexandria gasped. “As I suspected, the dark energy has gone missing.”

The Duke pulled his flaccid cock out of Regina’s pussy. His cum flowed out of the latter. “I-I don’t think Master’s flaccid size is that big before,” Jessica said.

“Agreed,” Isabelle said.

“Well, whatever it is, as long as the dark energy is gone, I think the Duke will be safe.” As it turned out, the succubus’ gift was indeed a gift.

Three days passed without much drama. Alexandria was still deciphering the documents. Emil notified the Duke of the Yearly Festival, which, no shit, was held once a year.

“Have you prepared the list for the rewards?” the Duke asked Emil in his office.

“Yes, Sir.”

The Yearly Festival celebrates the end of the year; it consisted of dance and music performances, clowns, theatre, just about anything. But the main concern was of rewards; one of the reasons the Duke of Juna was popular among his subjects was this. He would have his servants compile the list of good citizens: those who pay taxes on time, commit no crimes, help each other, and other positive deeds. They were rewarded heftily: monetary rewards and tax cuts, silk and jewellery, rare amulets or talismans, horses, or even properties, slaves, and minor noble titles.

The festival took place in the harbor city of New Quarta. The Duke was giving a speech. “My citizens,” he began. “I am pleased to announce that another year has passed with positive results. In one year, unemployment-”

The Duke ducked, barely avoiding a poisoned arrow fired from far. “What the hell?” the Duke cursed, drawing his Ruby Blade. “Guards, evacuate the citizens!”

A volley of poisoned arrows were fired. The Duke launched a counter barrage of ice arrows, halting the assault. The guards evacuated the citizens. “Your Grace!” one of his mages shouted. “It’s a pirate attack!”

“Order our flotilla to surround them from sea. I’ll handle the attack myself.”

The Duke whistled, hundreds of humanoids of ice appeared from thin air, marching against the pirate fleet. “Alexandria, Sir Heart, follow me!”

The trio rode warhorses, sweeping through loosely packed pirates. A massed cavalry charge and the arrival of the Duke’s fleet of six warships sealed their fate. As Sir Heart and his knights battled the desperate pirates, the Duke and his court mage entered the flagship. Slashing down all who stood before them, they broke through the captain’s cabin.

“You won’t defeat me, Duke of Juna,” the short-haired blonde captain said. Alexandria eyed her.

“We’ll see.”

“Is that you… Sister?” Alexandria asked, gracefully stepping forward.

“Heh. Alexandria, so you become his pig, too.”

“You know her?” the Duke asked.

“Yes. She is Cassandra, my sister who ran away to join a pirate fleet,” Alexandria said. “Would you be so gracious as to allow me to handle her, Your Grace?”

“You really think-AKH!”

Alexandria extended her hand, launching a powerful shockwave that knocked Cassandra to the ground. Alexandria planted two knives deep inside of her sister, rendering her unconscious.

“You want to bring her back?”

“If you allow me to, Your Grace.”

The Duke gave his court mage a thumbs-up. Outside, the Duke’s men were rounding up the surviving pirates; now only slavery awaited such criminals. The Festival continued without much trouble, and at night the Duke and his companions returned to their castle.

To scenes of fire and destruction. Well, part of it at least.

“What happened here?” the Duke asked. Alexandria’s house, which was next to the castle, was burned to the ground. The castle itself was untouched.

“An unknown assailant snuck in and started a fire, Your Grace!” a guard reported. “According to witnesses, the assailant was a woman with short, silver hair.”

“Track her down and bring her to me alive,” the Duke ordered.

“Alexandria? Don’t worry about your house. We’ll get you a new one,” the Duke said seeing his court mage’s shocked expression.

“No, that’s not it Your Grace. I nearly finished translating the documents with demonic language. Now it’s all gone. There is a powerful demon outpost in the continent from which the succubus operates… in Nyalaka’s Keep. I was close to discovering where Nyalaka’s Keep is.”

“It’s fine Alexandria,” the Duke said bitterly. He was suspicious; why did the assailant strike when he and most of his skilled mages were away? There must be an actor behind all this.

The Duke sent a letter to Anna Valentine to explain the situation. The next night, Alexandria invited him for a private session in the dungeon.

Cassandra, the pirate captain, was tied up to the ceiling. Alexandria had whipped her so badly that her body was covered in scars. “So what’s the story?” the Duke asked.

“Cassy stole all my family’s savings to buy herself a pirate ship,” Alexandria said. “If I had not graduated from the academy with flying colors and chosen by you to be your court mage, Your Grace, my family would have starved to death.”

The Duke grinned. “So what do you invite me for?”

“I wish to give her virginity to you,” Alexandria said. “I appreciate all you have done for me and my family, Your Grace.”

“She’s a virgin?” the Duke raised his eyebrows.

“Yes. Both holes, too,” Alexandria said. She stripped and used her magic to grow a cock. “I’ll take her rear.”

“Mmmh!” The gagged captain could do nothing as her sister’s cock pierced her ass. The Duke thrusted carefully, breaking her hymen.

“Bastard,” Alexandria said as the duo began penetrating Cassandra. “Words can’t deliver how much I hate you. You sacrificed us all for your own wishes… and where does that bring you? Here. To the Duke of Juna’s dungeon. Raped by your own sister.”