Last night, the Ducal Palace in Whitefen City, the capital of the Purefield Duchy, throbbed with a wild, colorful haze of pure debauchery. The grand hall was thick with the heavy, musky scent of sweat-soaked skin, dripping pussy juices, and thick loads of fresh cum. Every surface echoed with the wet, rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh, the filthy squelching of hard cocks plunging deep into greedy, clenching holes, and the shameless, desperate moans of the Purefield nobles lost in an endless frenzy of raw, animalistic fucking. The reason for this hedonistic celebration? Lucifer's promised crusade had failed to appear even after nine full days, and the ducal family was reveling in their unexpected reprieve with the filthiest, most depraved noble orgy the palace had ever witnessed.
At the very center of the chaos, Crimson Purefield—287 years old yet fucking with the raw, tireless power of a young stud—had his great-granddaughter-in-law, Duchess Greta Purefield, bent over a cum-stained velvet couch. His thick, heavily veined cock slammed balls-deep into her dripping, greedy cunt with brutal, punishing strokes. Each thrust stretched her pink walls wide open, making her slick juices spray out in messy arcs and coat his heavy balls as they slapped loudly against her clit. Greta's massive, heavy tits swung and bounced violently beneath her, rock-hard pink nipples leaking tiny drops of milk while she shoved her plump, juicy ass back against him like a bitch in heat, desperate for every inch.
"Aahnnn… yes, great-grandfather… fuck your greedy little duchess harder… hnnngg… your fat cock is splitting my slutty cunt so good… maahhmm… breed me deep, great-grandfather… fill this royal womb with your hot, thick seed… yesshhh… just like that… aannn… deeper… mhmmmm… pound your duchess's cunt… oohhnn… yessshh… I'm going to cum again… fill me… great-grandfather…"
Right beside her, Greta's own son and husband Felix had his throbbing, spit-slick cock buried to the hilt inside his mother's warm, sloppy mouth. Her soft, pillowy lips stretched obscenely wide around his thick shaft, her tongue swirling and slurping greedily around the swollen purple head while thick strands of saliva and precum drooled messily down her chin onto her swinging tits. She sucked him with filthy, hungry devotion, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head like a perfect cock-sleeve, taking him deep into her throat with wet gagging sounds, all while her real pussy continued to be mercilessly plowed by Crimson's relentless cock.
"Mhmmm… son… your mother's mouth-pussy loves your thick cock so much… ummm… fuck your mother's throat harder, darling… aahhnnnmm… yes son… give mother all that hot cum… oohhnn… yessshh… fill mother's belly… hhmmm… just like that, my sweet boy… suck on mother's tongue while I swallow you… aannn… more… son…"
A short distance away, cousins Christopher and Polard had the beautiful Bianca pinned helplessly between them in a savage double penetration. Christopher's heavy, girthy cock hammered into her tight, soaking wet cunt with long, deep strokes that made her belly bulge slightly with every thrust, while Polard's rigid dick stretched her puckered asshole wide open, both holes stuffed completely full and used without the slightest mercy. Bianca's entire body shook violently with every synchronized, brutal thrust, her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as she moaned like a total cock-drunk whore.
"Yesshhh… fuck me… stretch both my greedy holes… aannn… yes yes yes… harder… mhmmmm… fill your mother-in-laws cunt and ass… oohhnn… I'm cumming again… aahhnnn… don't stop pounding me… yessshh… break me… fuckk… me… harder…"
Nearby, Jimkerry Purefield lay flat on his back on the cum-soaked floor, groaning loudly in pleasure as his mother Astre Purefield rode him in a wild, bouncing cowgirl position. Her massive, heavy tits bounced and jiggled obscenely with every slam of her wide hips, pink nipples tracing lewd circles in the air while her dripping, velvet-soft pussy swallowed her son's hard cock to the root again and again. She ground down hard in filthy, rolling circles, clenching her inner walls around him to feel every throbbing vein.
"Aahnnn… yes son… ride your mother's hungry cunt… hnnngg… fuck mother deeper… maahhmm… your cock feels so fucking good inside me, darling… ummm… breed your mother… fill me up with your seed… yesshhh… just like that, my boy… mhmmmm… mother's pussy is milking you… aannn… give mother everything… oohhnn…"
At the same time, Cementhia Purefield straddled Jimkerry's flushed face, grinding her swollen, dripping pussy hard against his eager mouth and tongue. His lips and tongue flicked wildly over her swollen clit, sucking and slurping her juicy folds while she moaned and rode his face like her personal throne, smearing her wetness all over his chin.
"Oohhnn… yes… eat your mother-in-law's pussy… aannn… suck harder on my clit… mhmmm… yessshh… just like that… fuckk… me… honeyy… aahhnnnmm… make me squirt all over your face…"
Right beside them, Valemyra Purefield was being fucked doggy-style from behind like a bitch in heat by one of the senior ministers—his thick cock slamming into her soaked cunt with loud, wet slapping sounds that echoed through the hall. Her own son Veklash knelt beneath her, eagerly licking and sucking her swollen clit with sloppy devotion while she hungrily sucked and slurped on his throbbing young cock, creating a filthy, spit-soaked mother-son daisy chain. Valemyra's loud moans vibrated wetly around her son's shaft as she deep-throated him without mercy, gagging herself eagerly.
"Mhmmm… yes son… mother's pussy is so wet and sloppy for you… aahnnn… lick mother's clit while he fucks me senseless… ummm… suck your mother's cunt harder… yesshhh… fill mother's throat with your hot cum, darling… hhmmm… just like that… oohhnn… fuckk… me… son… I'm cumming… aannn…"
A few feet away, Relune and her daughter-in-law Aurora Purefield were lost in passionate, sloppy lesbian sex on a pile of stained cushions. Their tongues danced wildly together, exchanging thick strands of saliva in messy, open-mouthed kisses while their fingers furiously pumped in and out of each other's dripping, clenching cunts, juices running down their trembling thighs in shiny rivers.
"Aannn… yes… finger your mother-in-law's slutty hole deeper… mhmmmm… curl your fingers just like that… yessshh… just like that, my sweet girl… aahhnnnmm… make mother-in-law squirt again… oohhnn… fuckk… me… honeyy… your fingers feel so good…"
Jimkerry's wives, Graffiti and Sabrina, were being mercilessly gangbanged by a large circle of ducal guards. Every single one of their holes—mouth, pussy, and asshole—was stuffed completely full of thick, veiny cocks. They were spit-roasted and double-penetrated like cheap cumsluts, their bodies jolting and shaking with every brutal thrust while they moaned shamelessly around the cocks choking their throats and stretching their holes.
"Yesshhh… fuck us harder… aannn… use all our holes… mhmmmm… fill us with your thick cum… oohhnn… yes yes yes… breed your filthy sluts… aahhnnn… more… give us more cock… ummm… pound us… yessshh…"
Dariel and Desmond, Veklash's sons, were brutally fucking Sarah and Elemor with savage, animalistic strokes, their cocks pounding deep into the women's wet, fluttering holes without any restraint, making them scream in overwhelming pleasure.
The rest of the grand hall was a complete sea of pure filth—Crimson's other wives and concubines, the ministers, and the guards all constantly swapping partners in an endless, depraved cycle. Cocks plunged into dripping cunts, tight asses, and eager mouths without pause. Thick, ropey loads of cum were pumped deep into wombs, sprayed across heaving tits and pretty faces, only to be immediately replaced by the next eager, throbbing cock. The marble floors and luxurious furniture were absolutely soaked with huge puddles of white semen and glistening female squirt. The air rang with a constant erotic symphony of wet slapping sounds, filthy squelching, loud gagging, and raw, shameless moans mixed with the most depraved family dirty talk.
"Fuck me, great-grandfather… breed your duchess… yesshhh… fill me…"
"Mother… your pussy is milking my cock so fucking good… aahnnn… take it all…"
"Son… give mother every last drop… mhmmmm… breed me deep…"
The wild orgy had been raging non-stop since morning, every body glistening with layers of sweat and cum, showing absolutely no signs of slowing even as afternoon approached.
That was when the female guard Mimosa came running into the ducal hall, panting heavily from exertion. She dropped to her knees right in front of Felix and Crimson, trying desperately to keep her eyes focused while surrounded by the sea of naked, still-fucking bodies.
"Respected Duke… urgent report!"
Felix, still buried balls-deep inside his mother Greta's clenching cunt and thrusting with lazy, deep rolls of his hips, glanced over at her with a lust-drunk grin.
"Mimosa… my sweetheart, can't you see what's happening here? Look at me and father—we're both busy fucking Mom's slutty holes. Everyone else is naked and busy fucking each other. So why the hell are you still wearing that full-plate armor?"
"Mimosa… take it all off right now. I want to squeeze those bouncing tits of yours and pound that twitching little ass until you scream. Don't you want me to fuck you senseless?"
As he spoke, Felix gave Greta's plump, juicy ass a hard, loud spank, the impact making her soft cheeks ripple and jiggle obscenely. Greta moaned like a total whore, pushing her ass back even harder onto her son's thick cock.
"Aahnnn… yes son… spank your mother harder… hnnngg… fuck your mother's cunt… let that bitch wait… aannn… your mother is right here, naked and dripping, ready to be bred by you… mhmmmm… give mother more hard spanks… when are you going to fill me with your baby, my sweet boy… yesshhh… fuckk… me… son… deeper… aahhnnnmm…"
Felix groaned in pure pleasure, thrusting into his mother's greedy, sucking pussy with wet, squelching sounds, his cock slamming straight into her womb again and again.
"Mom… your tight cunt is sucking my cock so greedily… oh fuck… you're the best, Mom… aahhnnnmm… take every inch…"
Mimosa's own pussy was now burning with arousal, her juices soaking through her undergarments and dripping down her inner thighs. Her nipples had turned into rock-hard diamonds pressing painfully against her armor, but she somehow managed to control herself and delivered the report.
"Duke… Morthveil City has been destroyed."
Felix, still half-lost in the heat of lust, kept slowly pounding his mother while replying carelessly.
"If Morthveil City is destroyed, what does that have to do with me?"
But only moments later, the full realization hit him like a hammer. He suddenly stopped thrusting, pulled his glistening, pussy-juice-coated cock out of Greta's dripping, twitching cunt with a loud, wet pop, and stared in complete disbelief.
"Morthveil City… destroyed? How?"
Greta whimpered pathetically at the sudden emptiness, her well-fucked cunt visibly clenching and leaking a thick trail of mixed juices down her thighs.
"Son… what happened? Don't you want to keep fucking your mother?"
Felix shook her shoulders urgently, his voice now sharp.
"Mom… Morthveil City has been completely destroyed!"
The shocking news spread instantly through the hall. Greta, Felix, and Christopher immediately approached Crimson, who was still buried deep inside Astre from behind while simultaneously finger-fucking Graffiti and Relune with his thick fingers. His powerful hips kept making Astre's huge tits bounce and jiggle violently with every deep slam.
But this time, none of them obeyed his earlier playful commands. Greta even reached down and firmly grabbed Crimson's thick, throbbing cock in her soft hand, stopping him from thrusting back into Astre, and said with serious urgency,
"Great-grandfather, we have something very urgent and serious to discuss."
Christopher added quickly,
"Great-grandfather… Morthveil City has been destroyed. The entire city has been turned to ash. I suspect Ancestor Demagus has also been killed."
Crimson frowned deeply, his lust slowly giving way to cold anger.
"What nonsense are you talking? If something happened to Morthveil, the Purefield Duchy would have known first. Morthveil lies directly between the kingdom and the duchy. How could it be destroyed without anyone knowing?"
Just as he finished speaking, another ducal guard came running into the hall and knelt before them, breathing hard.
"Duke… Morthveil City has been completely destroyed. A mysterious fire turned the entire city into ashes. After the fire died down, the bard searched the ruins and found a blood-soaked black robe near the church. Everything else was burned to nothing. I have brought the robe with me, Duke."
The four of them froze in shock. Crimson ordered sharply,
"Show me the robe."
The guard pulled out a pitch-black robe from his spatial storage ring. It was drenched in dried blood and emitted a horrifying, nauseating stench of death. The moment the robe appeared in the hall, the entire wild orgy came to a sudden, dead halt. Every single person stopped fucking mid-thrust. Moans died on lips. Everyone turned to look with a mixture of anger, disgust, and rising fury, their naked, cum-covered bodies still heaving from the intense sex.
As Crimson carefully examined the obsidian-black robe, Christopher's eyes widened in pure horror. His face turned deathly pale and he screamed,
"No… No! This can't be… How… How did this happen?! That monster… how did he reach Morthveil?!"
Seeing Christopher's frenzied reaction, Greta held him steady and asked,
"Christopher… do you know whose robe this is?"
Christopher, trembling visibly, replied in a broken, horrified voice,
"Greta… this robe belongs to that abomination…....that fucking Lucifer."
"This is the exact same robe he wore when he slaughtered the knights of Asher duchy in Evorywood like livestock. I will never forget that sight till my dying breath."
"If this robe was found in Morthveil, that means that bastard Lucifer was there. The blood on it proves he killed everyone there. Leaving his robe near the church… it means Ancestor Demagus is dead. That scum killed him too."
"And if the robe didn't burn in the fire, that means Lucifer himself didn't burn. It's possible he started the fire himself."
"But how did he even reach Morthveil? The road to Morthveil City passes through Dakota State in our duchy. Our guards are stationed there. Why didn't they report Lucifer's arrival?"
The kneeling guard replied quickly,
"Sir, we contacted the guards stationed in Dakota. They said that for the past week, they haven't seen anyone entering or leaving toward Morthveil City. We also checked with the kingdom's guards in Megenta Town. They saw no suspicious person either. It's possible he came from another direction?"
Crimson shook his head firmly, his eyes narrowing with cold calculation.
"Impossible. Morthveil is a small independent city located strictly between Dakota Town of the duchy and Megenta Town of the kingdom. It shares no borders with any other duchy or state. There is no other way in."
He then looked directly at Christopher and asked in a low, dangerous tone,
"Christopher… are you certain this robe belongs to Lucifer?"
"Yes, great-grandfather. I am absolutely sure. I can never forget this robe."
Crimson's eyes turned icy with burning rage.
"Very well… That son of a bitch has grown bold enough to attack us right under our noses."
"I estimate we have about 11 days left until the Fertility Ceremony Festival, which lasts four days. That gives us roughly 15 days."
"After 15 days, the Purefield Duchy will march on Westirifer with 2,800,000 soldiers. I want to see what this Lucifer can do now. This has gone on long enough."
Felix interjected respectfully but firmly,
"But great-grandfather… 2.8 million seems excessive. Westirifer's entire population isn't even that large. I think 1.3 million would be more than enough."
Crimson replied sternly, his voice leaving no room for argument,
"No, Felix. We must crush the enemy with such overwhelming force that they never dare raise their heads again. I made you the Duke of Purefield, yet you still don't understand this?"
"It is wise to crush a snake before it can raise its hood—no matter how small the snake is, it is still venomous."
"For now, my decision is final. After 15 days from today, we will advance toward Westirifer with a 2.8 million strong army. You, Felix, will lead it. Just as Lucifer considers himself the leader of Westirifer, you are the Duke of Purefield. Let this be a battle of the younger generation against the younger generation."
"Lucifer must learn what happens when he tries to attack the same Purefield family whose ties he severed."
"Christopher and Greta… both of you will accompany me to the kingdom. I may be old, but I still have strength left to fight and to fuck. I want to hear what the kingdom has to say about the destruction of Morthveil City. After all, they also shared responsibility for its protection."