53- Sophia In danger. Aria conquers a general.

After the conversation with his mother, Theron walked toward his own residence.

Along the way, people congratulated him on his great victory.

Defeating the disciple of the strongest mage on the continent, a mage whom even the Emperor himself treated with respect, made the Crown Prince's name rise with even greater prominence.

At the entrance of his house, heavily armed guards were waiting for him.

They didn't even blink as they watched Theron approach, maintaining their vigilance.

Casually, he said to them, "You don't need to be so serious tonight. As you must have heard, I defeated a great enemy today and protected our kingdom. You can take the night off. There is no one who would dare harm me tonight."

The eyes of the two soldiers lit up.

"LONG LIVE THE PRINCE!"

"LONG LIVE THE PRINCE!"

Both shouted happily and departed.

Theron then entered his house and walked up to the second floor.

Standing before the heavy, luxurious wooden door, he licked his lips anxiously, already knowing full well the gift waiting for him inside.

He pushed the door open and entered his chambers.

The room was spacious, decorated with sea beast pelts across the floor.

At the back, the balcony stood wide open to the sea and the warm night, letting in a stifling breeze.

On the large bed, four black women waited motionless.

They were completely naked and on all fours, their backs facing the entrance, with their asses arched high toward him and their faces pressed down against the sheets.

Their bodies glistened under the light of the oil lamps.

Theron stopped at the foot of the bed, crossing his arms with a smug smile on his lips, before stepping closer and beginning to grope those asses, making some of them tremble in anticipation and others in fear.

"Who are you?"

The woman on the far left, with a wide ass, soft marks of motherhood, and a lightly haired pussy, slightly raised her face without breaking her submissive posture.

"I am the widow of Commander Borgan, my lord. The one the invading mage impaled on the deck."

Beside her, a young woman with a slender waist and similar features trembled slightly, saying nothing.

On her face, it was easy to see her red eyes, a clear sign that she had been crying heavily.

The mature woman next to her shot a glance and lightly touched the younger girl's arm, her wide eyes staring at her.

Noticing her mother's look, the young girl swallowed hard and began to speak.

"I am Borgan's... daughter, my lord. My body was matured in three years to reach the form of a nineteen-year-old woman through the rituals of the shamans who detected magical... capacity... I... am a virgin..."

Hearing that, Theron's smile grew even greedier.

"And what is your name? I heard something about a general's daughter who possessed a certain talent... Would you be Jaha?"

The young girl shivered.

"Yes... my lord..."

Theron began to grope Jaha's ass, giving it light slaps.

Her ass was full and heavy, with a beautiful, untouched asshole and a completely smooth, hairless pussy.

Jaha's skin was covered in goosebumps.

"Didn't you have a fiancé?" he asked with a grin on his face, running a finger over Jaha's asshole as she began to cry softly.

"He... died too... The mage... killed him..."

"What a pity... My condolences, Jaha..." he said, trying to fake concern, though everyone in the room noticed the glee in his voice.

While continuing to explore that big, fresh ass, he asked the others present, "And what about you two, who are you?"

The other two spoke in sequence, their voices low and submissive.

"I am Lieutenant Vorn's widow."

"I am Sergeant Barak's widow."

Theron nodded slowly, vanity gleaming in his eyes.

He spread his arms before the four women.

"Your men failed to defend the entrance of Avaland against an intruder and forced me to fight bravely to stop her. But tonight, you will learn how a true ruler rewards loyalty and comforts the hearts of those in pain."

Before getting on the bed, Theron raised his hand to his chest and held the purple stone attached to his necklace.

Inside the artifact, the hours had dragged on since morning.

The confinement was a hell of stifling air.

The space was extremely cramped, making any attempt to stand up or stretch impossible.

Kielen remained sitting on the floor, leaning against the back wall of the restricted space, her legs spread open to make room on the floor.

She was completely naked, her skin glistening with sweat after the ice cloak had melted away.

Sophia was sitting on the floor right between Kielen's thighs.

Her back rested against the servant's damp abdomen, and her head leaned close to Kielen's full chest.

For an ice mage who had spent her entire life surrounded by her own cold aura, the accumulated heat of so many hours without ventilation was suffocating.

Sophia's noble dress was completely soaked, clinging to her body.

Her clothes had already turned transparent from the sweat, leaving her breasts visible through the thin fabric, and without the usual cold around her, her delicious nipples showed through the garment, inverted and tucked inward.

During the hours she spent trapped, Sophia had touched the runic barrier that enclosed the space, searching for any crack in the magical structure.

Bitter regret burned in her chest.

For years, she had ignored Norton's spatial magic lessons, scorning theory with the arrogance of someone who believed her mastery over ice was enough to crush any enemy.

Now, that arrogance was costing her dearly.

Her icy mana could do nothing against spatial runes she didn't even know how to read.

Outside, Theron took the necklace off his neck and rested the purple stone on a low table, facing directly toward the bed.

He channeled a thread of mana into the stone and activated the barrier's transparency.

From the perspective of the two women inside the cube, the purple opacity vanished, revealing the luxurious bedroom and the tall figure of the man staring down at them.

"So, princess," Theron began, a satisfied, mocking smile on his lips. "It has been a long day. I hope you have calmed down so we can finally talk."

Sophia remained motionless.

Sitting on the floor between Kielen's legs, with her back glued to the slave's abdomen, she didn't blink or move a muscle.

She kept her cold eyes locked onto his face, treating his presence like insignificant dust. She had no intention of lowering herself to answer a savage.

Theron didn't care about the silence, much less about Kielen's existence.

His ego was too great to acknowledge her contempt.

He kept talking to himself:

"You are a very powerful person. You are influential and hold a social standing similar to mine. I saw your power, and you saw my capability. Who under this sky can match the two of us in strength and bloodline? Join me. Only someone like me, and only someone like you, is worthy of ruling. Become one of my wives."

The absurdity of that proposal broke through Sophia's contempt.

After only a few hours trapped in that box, she was already beginning to lose her grip.

She looked at him coldly from head to toe.

In the heat of the battle on the deck, she hadn't noticed the details, but now she realized that physically, Theron was a true colossus.

He was a massive man easily standing over two meters tall, with broad shoulders, heavy muscles, and dark brown skin.

Compared to her, who was only around one meter sixty, the size difference between them was brutal.

But to Sophia, that changed nothing.

In her mind, an oversized beast was simply a larger and easier target to strike.

Suffocated by the heat that had been building up for hours, squeezed into that tiny cubicle, and feeling her sweat-drenched clothes sticking uncomfortably to her skin, a cold fury took over her mind.

She simply stiffened her spine against the slave's belly.

Her nails dug hard into her own damp robes over her bent knees.

She raised her chin, glaring at the translucent barrier with absolute contempt.

"I would rather rip my own heart out with my bare hands and destroy my own cultivation than let a savage lay a single finger on me. If you are dreaming of that, wake up to reality. You had better kill me while you can, because when I get out of here, I will freeze every living creature in this damned city to death."

Theron heard that and immediately let out a confident, booming laugh that echoed through the room.

Her resistance didn't offend him.

On the contrary, in his mind, it looked like nothing more than the pride of an untouchable woman.

"I am going to love breaking that ferocity of yours. But don't worry. From right in there, you are going to watch a little sample of the pleasure you will have when you become my woman."

Without waiting for an answer, Theron untied his dark pants and let the fabric drop to the floor.

His cock sprang out, heavy and rock-hard.

It was a dark, thick, vein-covered member, easily passing thirty centimeters, with its tip already glistening with pre-cum.

Behind Sophia, Kielen held her breath and trembled, shrinking her shoulders in pure fear at the sight of that monstrous size.

Sophia only felt her stomach churn with disgust.

To her, everything about Theron reeked of bestiality.

Starving for power and eager to put his dominance on display, Theron ignored the older widows at first and walked straight behind young Jaha.

He grabbed both cheeks of the girl's big, fresh ass with brute force and looked over his shoulder toward the stone on the table.

"Look closely, witch! This girl had a fiancé who died by your hands today, but I will help comfort her... Tell me, Jaha, do you want to taste my cock?!"

Without waiting for a reply and without giving any warning, Theron positioned the thick head of his cock against Jaha's smooth, tight pussy and shoved it all the way in at once.

"AAAAHHH! It hurts! My lord, it's tearing me apart! Stop, please!"

Jaha screamed in despair, bursting into tears as she felt her virginity violently ripped open by that colossal log and blood trickled down her dark thighs.

Theron let out a grunt of satisfaction as he felt the girl's extremely tight entrance trying to squeeze him out.

He delivered a violent slap to Jaha's ass, making the flesh ripple, and began to thrust brutally, not caring in the slightest about her crying.

"Fuck... What a delicious pussy, yeah... Squeeze me tighter. Show me how much your body craves me..."

Beside them, Jaha's mother panicked seeing her daughter cry and tense her hips, terrified that it would anger the prince.

She moved in quickly, holding her daughter's shoulders while caressing Theron's heavy balls.

"Swallow your tears, Jaha! Don't close your legs!"

Borgan's widow ordered anxiously into her daughter's ear.

"Arch that ass higher and move your hips for the prince! Show him that our family's blood knows how to serve our lord!"

While Jaha sobbed, biting her own tongue to keep from screaming and trying to obey her mother with every thrust that crushed her womb, the other two widows saw the perfect opportunity to compete for Theron's attention.

"My prince, look, all this girl does is cry! She is too weak and can't handle your size!"

Lieutenant Vorn's widow teased, pressing her full breasts against Theron's back while licking his neck and running her hand over the prince's thighs.

"Come to me, my lord! I am an experienced woman, my pussy knows how to swallow every inch of that big cock of yours without complaining!"

"No, my lord, leave that crybaby aside and use me!"

Sergeant Barak's widow joined the fray from the other side, kissing Theron's chest and reaching down to massage his heavy balls as they slapped against Jaha's ass.

"Look how my pussy is already dripping just from watching you tear her open! Fuck me, my prince!"

"Hahahaha!" Theron laughed.

Those women were the wives of warriors whose strength and techniques he had once admired, yet here they were now, begging for his cock.

Sophia faded completely to the back of his mind.

With one hand, he pulled one of the widows close and began kissing her intensely while still slamming into Jaha.

Both women were desperate for any scrap of the prince's attention.

They were already widows and needed to secure any kind of support they could get.

Inside the cramped box, Sophia was sitting between Kielen's legs facing the room, with no space to turn her back.

To deny Theron the satisfaction of seeing her watch that barbaric scene, she shut her eyes tightly.

But closing her eyes didn't stop the sounds from getting in.

The heavy sound of flesh slapping against flesh, Jaha's pained sobs, her mother's desperate instructions, and the filthy words of the widows begging for cock invaded the cubicle nonstop.

Added to that was the extreme heat of that tiny cube and the forced proximity to Kielen.

All of it combined was having a clear effect on Sophia.

And Kielen, right behind her, remained silent.

Yet the fear on her face was unmistakable.

She was terrified of being trapped in there, and just as terrified of what would happen when she got out.

The longer Theron's fucking dragged on outside, the more the heat and claustrophobia inside the stone intensified.

In the darkness behind her closed eyelids, the stuffiness inside the box had passed any bearable limit.

Time seemed to crawl.

Behind Sophia, Kielen's breathing grew increasingly heavy and hot, blowing directly against the mage's nape and neck.

Sweat trickled down in thick streams between the two, making the bare skin of Kielen's belly and full breasts slide against Sophia's drenched back with every tiny movement in that minuscule space.

The black woman's thick thighs surrounded Sophia's hips like a living furnace.

The air trapped in there was so dense, hot, and heavy with the scent and steam of their sweating bodies that it was hard to even breathe without feeling dizzy.

Despite hating every man in Avaland, for years Kielen had served only to warm a bed, so much so that her body began heating up even further in the stifling air, her nipples hardening and her pussy starting to get wet, and not just from sweat.

With her eyes shut inside the box, Sophia spent minute after minute trying to meditate, but her own body began reacting to involuntary physical stimuli that she couldn't control.

There was too much happening all at once.

The sounds of bestial moans she could not block out. The smell of sex reached her as well.

Every time she inhaled that hot, stifling air through her nose, an unfamiliar heat traveled straight from her throat down to the pit of her stomach.

Her heart started beating way too fast against her chest.

'What is happening to me...?' she thought in alarm, feeling her head grow heavy and her thoughts cloudy.

She clenched her teeth hard, trying to control her breathing out of fear of showing any weakness.

She tried to think of the cold of her magic, of the northern snow, of anything to put out that fever.

Yet the more time passed in that sweaty confinement, the less her body obeyed.

Beneath her sweat-glued dress, Sophia's nipples grew hard as stone, rubbing against the thin fabric with every breath she took.

Her hands began to tremble atop her bent knees.

As the women's moans outside grew louder with the prince's brutal thrusts, Sophia's snow-white face, still with her eyes closed and leaning against Kielen's sweaty breasts, began turning completely red, flushing from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.

Her breath escaped in short, panting gasps.

Her physical resistance finally gave out.

Unable to hold back, Sophia squeezed her thighs tightly together.

Between her legs, her own pussy began to throb, and a hot wetness flowed nonstop, forming a very visible wet stain right on the light fabric of her dress.

A strong tremor of orgasm coursed through Sophia's belly, making her body give a small, silent jolt against Kielen's stomach before going limp and drained of strength on the floor of the cube.

On the bed, Theron pulled Jaha back again, the girl no longer even crying, her face nearly devoid of light.

Theron buried himself deep inside her pussy and unloaded heavy ropes of hot cum deep into the girl's newly deflowered womb.

"Fuck... What a good nut..."

"Just wait a little bit and I'll take the virginity of that delicious ass of yours too, my dear Jaha," he said, completely ignoring the young girl's state.

He pulled his still-hard cock out, climbed off her, and walked naked and sweating over to the table where the stone sat.

When he looked inside the cube, the prince stopped and broke into a wide grin of victory.

The ice mage was slumped sitting between the slave's legs, her eyes shut, her entire face flushed red, breathing heavily through her mouth, her hard nipples poking through her transparent clothes, and an obvious wet stain between her trembling thighs.

"Hahaha! Just look at you, Sophia!"

Theron laughed loudly, tapping his finger against the glass of the barrier.

"You said you would rather die, yet all it took was hearing a real male fucking these whores to get you all red! Your own body gave you away!"

Sophia slowly opened her eyes, her vision still blurry and her heart racing.

She felt an immense hatred toward herself for losing her composure.

She simply remained silent and turned her red face away, closing her eyes and trying to regain her focus.

Behind her, Kielen grew terrified, afraid that the mage was being seduced by that brute.

In a desperate act, she hugged Sophia, burying the mage's head right between her sweaty breasts.

"Milady, please... Do not fall for that man's tricks... You must stay strong... Please... Please..."

She pleaded, nearly in tears.

Finally, Theron cast a glance at Kielen.

An icy stare, as if he were looking at a corpse.

He did not say a word to her.

He simply turned and went back to the bed.

"Come on, my Jaha... We haven't even started yet, get on all fours..."

He spoke to Jaha, who didn't even react, though with her own mother's help she was mechanically placed on all fours.

"Fuck... What a delicious ass you have... You raised a good daughter..." he said to the widow before positioning his heavy cock against the tight little entrance of Jaha's ass and shoving it in again, making her let out a pained grunt.

The moans started all over again, and the night was nowhere near over.

Far away from there, in the Forest of Whispers, the cold night fell over the Quinn army's camp.

Inside an isolated tent at the back of the camp, Weiran paced back and forth, consumed by hatred.

He was still wearing the plain armor of a common foot soldier, and the open wounds from the nearly three hundred lashes he had taken on his back stung with every movement.

In front of him, General Thorn stood waiting in silence.

"Explain to me what the fuck happened today, Thorn!"

Weiran snarled in a low voice so he wouldn't be heard outside.

"That bitch of a sister walked out of the battle without a scratch, slaughtered the mages in the ravine, and is now being treated like a goddess by the soldiers! And what about the damned poison in her wine?! She drank that crap! Why did she keep fighting as if nothing happened?!"

Thorn kept a serious expression.

"I do not know how she resisted the poison, Your Highness. I waited for her to falter so I could delay the front line and open the formation as we agreed, but she showed no sign of weakness and spotted the maneuver right away. Had I pushed it any further, she would have executed me for treason in front of the entire army."

"You are a useless coward!"

Beside himself with rage, Weiran stepped forward and struck Thorn across the face with all his strength.

Weiran's hand hit the general's calloused cheek squarely, yet Thorn's face didn't even budge.

The war veteran remained motionless as a rock, staring at the prince without blinking.

Weiran hawked phlegm from his throat and spat directly into Thorn's face.

"You are my dog, Thorn. Find a way to ruin her morale before we reach the capital, or your head will roll when I take the throne. Get out of my sight!"

Thorn gave only a short bow, without wiping his face, and left the tent.

Walking through the darkness of the camp, the general was completely dazed with fury.

He came from a traditional military family that had served the Emperors of Quinn with absolute loyalty for generations.

In the entire history of his family name, which had always sworn fealty to the crown, not a single ancestor of his had ever suffered a humiliation as low as that.

Poisoning a princess and causing the deaths of their own soldiers just to get to her. All of it weighed heavily on his mind.

Thorn changed direction and marched resolutely toward the grand command tent in the center of the camp.

When the general entered the tent, Aria was sitting near the map table, wearing only a thin silk robe that left part of her legs and the cleavage of her full breasts exposed.

In the dark corner, invisible thanks to the system, Han watched everything in silence.

Aria raised her face with a neutral expression, looking at the general.

"General Thorn. What brings you here at this hour? Did you come to try and frustrate more of my plans?"

Thorn stopped in front of her and spoke in a firm voice:

"I came to ask what your real goal is in this kingdom, Princess."

Hearing that, Aria couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

Thorn was a veteran who had always been loyal to Weiran's side of the family.

The mere fact that he was asking that question already made her wonder what had happened.

Her eyes swept over his scarred face, noticing the filth on his cheek.

"My brother Weiran is weak and jealous," Aria said.

"And by the looks of it, I see he has somehow just disrespected an important man like you. Tell me, what happened?"

Thorn only clenched his teeth hard, averting his gaze slightly, reluctant to speak out of shame for his own wounded pride.

Aria stood up slowly from her chair and took a step toward him, softening her tone of voice.

"Come on, sit down, Thorn, and tell me. I promise that anything you say in here will not leave this tent."

The general took a deep breath, sat down across from her, overcome by the anger burning in his chest, and decided to speak:

"Your brother has completely lost his mind, Your Highness. Before the battle, he gave me direct orders to delay the march of your wing in the ravine just to steal your war merits and make you look incompetent before the Emperor. Because you commanded the frontline too quickly, I refused to go through with the sabotage. Just now I went to report this in his tent, and that brat had the audacity to slap my face and spit on me, treating me like a dog!"

While venting with his blood boiling, Thorn made sure to downplay his own part and hide the gravest detail.

'Delaying a wing over a political dispute between siblings is something she can forgive, but I cannot breathe a single word about the poison in the wine...' Thorn thought carefully.

'Attempting to assassinate a princess of royal blood crosses every military line.

If I admit that I knew about the poison and waited for her to die so I could open the formation to the enemy, I will be executed for high treason on the spot.'

Across from him, Aria listened to the entire explanation while keeping her face serene and understanding, showing no suspicion whatsoever in front of him.

She simply raised her chin firmly before the general:

"Today on the battlefield, I already proved to be far more talented and smarter than my brother. Furthermore, you know very well that I am the most favored by my father. I will certainly become the Empress of this country, Thorn. And in the end, anyone who is not by my side will have their heads rolling on the ground."

The veteran looked that young woman in the eyes.

After dealing with Weiran's childish tantrums, Thorn immediately felt that he had finally found someone with the backbone and resolve to rule.

Without hesitating, the general stood up and dropped to his knees on the floor in front of her.

"My sword and my life belong to you from this day forth, future Empress."

Aria looked down at the kneeling man and ordered him to rise.

When Thorn stood up, Aria stepped closer, held his face with one hand, and ran her warm tongue across the general's scarred cheek, licking up the spit Weiran had left there and swallowing it right in front of him.

Thorn's body shuddered from head to toe at that unexpected act.

Aria placed her hands on the general's broad chest and looked into his eyes:

"Weiran cannot forget his place in this army. How dare a mere foot soldier slap the face of a general like you and even spit on you? Go to his tent right now and administer ninety-nine lashes for insubordination. I want you to drag him to the center of the camp, gather all the soldiers, and let everyone know exactly what he did and who gave this order."

A gleam of pure vengeance mixed with a trace of fear lit up in Thorn's eyes.

Doing that would burn every bridge with Weiran's faction, permanently and with no way back.

Yet he had already taken the first step, so he could only clench his teeth.

"It will be done right away, Your Highness."

Thorn left the tent, and a few minutes later, the drums sounded, gathering the troops in the central courtyard.

Weiran was dragged by force from his own tent and tied to the whipping post in front of thousands of men, kicking and thrashing against the ropes.

When Thorn announced out loud that the soldier would be whipped ninety-nine times by order of Princess Aria for assaulting and spitting on a general, the entire camp erupted.

It was already common knowledge that this soldier was none other than the prince himself.

Everyone already knew about the feud between the siblings at court, and no one had forgotten the arrogance with which Weiran had called the soldiers filthy commoners days earlier.

The soldiers and captains, especially those who had already fucked Aria in secret and were completely infatuated with her, immediately began riling up the crowd, shouting in fury against Weiran.

Thorn drew the leather whip and brought the first strike down with the full strength of his arm across the prince's already torn back.

"Aaaaargh! You bastard traitor!" Weiran bellowed in pain and hatred, straining against the ropes and glaring around with bloodshot eyes.

"How dare you raise a hand against me, Thorn?! Soldiers, what are you staring at?! I order you to untie me and kill this general right now! I will have every single one of you hanged when I return to the capital! Protect me, you useless dogs!"

Instead of helping him, the troops answered with mocking laughter and more insults.

"Hit him harder, General! Show this spoiled piece of shit what happens to someone who disrespects a commander!" one of the captains roared from the middle of the crowd, drawing cheers of support from hundreds of soldiers who were even starting to place bets on how long the prince would last.

Thorn brought down five more lashes in a row, tearing into Weiran's back as the prince kept screaming threats and curses at the top of his lungs.

At that moment, a young recruit walked past the edge of the crowd carrying a wooden basin full of the troops' dirty laundry to wash.

Thorn paused his arm, glanced at the recruit, and then stared at Weiran.

"You are screaming too much, soldier," Thorn said with disdain.

The general walked over to the recruit's basin, reached into the middle of the foul-smelling clothes, and pulled out a pair of dirty underwear stained with a soldier's sweat.

Without any ceremony, Thorn walked back to the post, grabbed Weiran by the hair to yank his head back, and shoved the entire pair of dirty underwear inside the prince's open mouth.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The crowd roared with laughter at the sight of such humiliation.

"Hmph! Mmmph!"

Weiran's eyes went wide as he gagged at the awful taste of the filthy cloth on his tongue, trying in vain to spit it out while the entire crowd laughed at him.

Every time the leather tore into Weiran's back again, his cries now muffled by the underwear in his mouth, Thorn felt an immense satisfaction wash over his soul.

For a long time, he had been forced to swallow Weiran acting like a superior being and stepping all over him, but now the general could take out every humiliation on the prince's back without anyone able to stop him.

However, because Weiran's back was already torn open from the nearly three hundred previous lashes, around the thirtieth strike the prince began to lose consciousness.

His muffled groans faded, his head lolled to the side, and his body went limp against the ropes on the post.

Instead of stopping or holding back his strength, Thorn held the whip and snapped the fingers of his left hand coldly.

"Healers, get over here now."

Two novice healer mages stepped out from the front row and quickly approached the post.

Without saying a word, they raised their hands and cast basic healing spells directly over Weiran's bloodied back.

It wasn't a healing meant to ease his suffering.

The green light of the magic merely closed the deepest cuts on the surface and staunched the bleeding just enough to keep his heart from stopping, reactivating all the nerve endings in his skin and jolting Weiran awake from his faint on the spot.

"M-mmmph!"

Weiran's eyes snapped open in shock, gasping desperately through his nose as he felt full sensitivity return to his raw, bleeding back, the dirty underwear still wedged in his mouth.

"Done, General. He is awake now," one of the healers said, taking a step back.

The crowd of soldiers roared in approval as they realized what was about to happen.

Thorn smiled grimly, energized by the troops and remembering the spit on his cheek. He swung his arm back and brought down the thirty-first lash with relish.

While the prince writhed on the post to the applause of the army, some distance away, in the shadow of the command tent's entrance, Aria watched it all with her arms crossed.

Right behind her, where no soldier could see in the dark, Han had temporarily undone his invisibility to stand beside his wife.

"All of this is still far too little compared to what I still plan to do to him," Aria murmured, a cold glint in her eyes as she listened to the cracks of the whip in the distance.

Han looked at the bloodied post and shook his head.

"I really don't get it, Aria. After the poison today, if it were up to me, I would go over there and slit his throat right now."

Aria turned her face slightly toward her husband and gave a soft smile.

"I understand, my love, and I truly appreciate your thirst to avenge me," she said, caressing Han's cheek.

"However, everything he did to me cannot end with a mere death. Death would only be a quick release for him. I want Weiran's life, for as long as he continues to breathe, to be a living hell."

In the central courtyard, whenever Weiran threatened to pass out again from the shock of the pain, Thorn paused for a few seconds, let the healers wake the prince's nerves back up, and went right back to laying down the leather without mercy.

When the ninety-nine lashes were finally over, Weiran was completely broken, weeping with his eyes rolled back, drenched in blood, and drooling into the dirty underwear before the contempt of the entire army.

Seeing that the punishment had ended and that the general was already handing the whip to a subordinate, Han stepped forward in the shadows, hugged Aria from behind, and slipped both hands inside her robe, groping and squeezing both cheeks of his wife's soft, full ass with delight.

"Let's head back inside the tent," Han said with a perverted grin, rubbing his hard crotch against her ass.

"I have a feeling General Thorn is going to need to be very well rewarded for today's work."

Aria let out a needy sigh as she felt her husband's hands squeezing her ass and ground her hips lightly against him.

"Oh, love, I'm so undecided..." she put on a sweet, teasing voice, looking back at him over her shoulder. "How do you think I should reward our new general?"

Han brought his mouth close to Aria's ear and whispered softly, his breath hot:

"I don't know... but seeing his cock buried deep inside you would be a very pleasant sight to watch."

Aria bit her lip with a slutty smile, and in the next instant Han's body vanished into thin air, turning completely invisible in the corner of the tent seconds before heavy footsteps approached the entrance.

Thorn walked into the command tent breathing heavily from the exertion, yet visibly satisfied and feeling his body much lighter.

Inside, Aria was already waiting for him on the bed completely naked, her thighs spread wide open, showing off her big breasts and her pink, already wet pussy.

Thorn froze as he stepped in.

There were no guards at the entrance, and he had simply walked into the tent without following the military rule of announcing himself, coming face-to-face with the naked body of a princess.

His heart raced at the sight of Aria's delicious body, his cock hardening instantly.

Trying to remain rational, he dropped to his knees on the spot.

"F-Forgive my insubordination, Princess... I... I never should have entered without announcing myself..."

"Hehe... Don't worry, my general... This is a gift for you... A welcome present to my faction..."

Aria smiled faintly as she spread the lips of her pussy, completely soaked and glistening.

"I wonder if the general has the courage...?"

And that was all it took.

Thorn, who had spent the last few days being treated like an animal by Weiran, needed to unwind, and now the princess was offering everything he needed.

He quickly stripped off all his clothes, and his cock sprang free.

It wasn't as long as some of the other soldiers', but it was thick and had a large, flared head.

Eagerly, he climbed onto the bed.

"Thank you... Princess..."

He thrust deeply into Aria's hot, soaked entrance, shoving it all the way in at once and drawing a loud moan of pleasure from the princess as he began to fuck her hard and fast.

"Aaaahhh! Yes, General... how thick and hot your cock is!" Aria moaned loudly, arching her back against the mattress and looking into his eyes with lust.

"Tell me, Thorn... is it better serving that spineless brother of mine, or being buried balls-deep inside the pussy of your future Empress?"

He didn't answer; he just pounded her harder and harder.

Within the first few minutes, all the rigid discipline Thorn had built over decades of military life simply melted away.

Used to ordinary women, feeling the soft, hot, tight pussy of the royal princess herself swallowing his cock made the scar-covered veteran completely lose his composure and dignity.

"By all the gods, Your Highness... what a delicious pussy! It squeezes so tight!"

Thorn grunted hoarsely, burying his face in Aria's fragrant neck and humbling himself like a green recruit while his calloused hands gripped the young woman's waist and full ass.

"I was blind for serving that worm! My entire life belongs to this body now!"

"Then fuck me harder, my General!" Aria teased between sweet moans.

"Show me all the strength of that arm that just whipped that traitor! Pound it deep inside me!"

"Y-Yes, my Princess! Take it all!"

In that same room, sitting in the corner, was Han in his classic position: pants on the floor and cock in his hand, stroking himself.

With each passing day, he felt his wife becoming even more perverted, and he loved every bit of her.

Feeling the princess moan and beg for more like that beneath his body, Thorn's male pride swelled.

He sped up his thrusts with greater force, his balls slapping against Aria's ass as he felt himself about to cum.

But at the exact moment Thorn thought he had control of the situation, Aria flipped the tables suddenly.

She raised her arms and grabbed the general's face with both hands, locking his head in place and forcing him to look straight into her eyes up close.

All the sensual smiles and sweet moans on Aria's face vanished in a second, replaced by extremely cold, calculating, and piercing eyes.

"I know that you knew about the poison before coming here and didn't tell me when I gave you the chance, Thorn," Aria whispered while his cock kept sliding in and out deep inside her pussy.

She locked her legs around his hips, keeping him from pulling out.

"You knew I wouldn't have needed to be poisoned had you spoken up earlier, and yet you kept quiet."

Thorn felt his heart turn to ice right in the middle of the act, losing all his swagger on the spot, yet unable to stop thrusting into her hot body.

"You are going to have to sweat plenty under my hand to make up for that silence. After all, you belong to my wing now, yet you have already started with a grave sin against me," she continued in that same icy tone, digging her nails hard into his shoulders.

"From this day on, I demand your absolute loyalty. Because you can be certain of one thing: if any harm comes to me, the truth will reach my father's ears on the very same day. And I am dead certain that the Emperor will kill not only you, but your entire family, down to the dogs and the ants in your house."

With those words carved into his ears and Aria's pussy clamping down hard around his cock, Thorn couldn't hold back and came deep inside her with a hoarse, submissive groan and terrified eyes.

It had been the best release of his entire life, yet he also felt as if heavy chains were binding him directly to Aria.

As he collapsed sweating onto the princess's soft breasts, pumping every last drop of cum into her womb, the veteran realized he had just traded the den of a frightened wolf for the lair of a hidden viper.

Yet the worst part was that he didn't care.

Between getting slapped and spat on by a grown brat or having sex with the princess and future empress, there was no comparison.

He began sucking on Aria's breasts as his cock grew hard all over again.

"Do not worry, Princess... I will be completely yours..."

He started thrusting again while sucking and biting her tits.

He was too exhausted to think about strategies and schemes, and right now he just wanted to cum until he was drained dry.

In the dark corner of the tent, still invisible, Han watched it all.

He had already cum once on the floor and was getting ready for his second round of jerking off, when at that exact moment, a red window flashed before his eyes:

[Ding! Urgent Mission Issued: Rescue!]

[Description: One of the main targets of the family mission, Sophia Vogen, is currently missing.]

[Objective: Rescue your sister and resolve the situation as quickly as possible!]

"Huh?" he muttered, his eyes wide, barely comprehending what the system was showing him.

His sister Sophia, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was now in grave danger.

While Thorn was still breathing heavily atop Aria's naked body, Han clenched his fists in the shadows, knowing he needed to leave for the other side of the continent immediately.