The sound of footsteps echoing in the corridor froze them both.
Kaelen didn't pull away. Instead, he pressed his hand harder over Seraphina's mouth, feeling her hot, ragged breath panting against his palm. Her eyes were wide, panicked tears swimming in them, but beneath the fear, he could see the lust swirling like a dark storm. She was terrified of being caught, and the terror was only making her wetter.
"Lord Kaelen?"
A guard's voice, muffled by the heavy velvet curtain but unmistakable, drifted from the hallway. "Is everything alright? We heard a noise."
Kaelen looked down at the Princess. She was on her knees, her expensive silk gown ruined by dust, her lips swollen and glistening with a mixture of saliva and his precum. She looked like a debauched angel.
"If you make a sound," Kaelen whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of her ear, "I'll let them find you just like this. With my cock resting on your face. Do you want that? Do you want the whole kingdom to know what a cock-hungry slut their Princess is?"
Seraphina squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head frantically. She moaned low in her throat, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through his shaft.
"Good," he whispered.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look up at him. With his other hand, he guided his throbbing cock back to her lips.
"Keep going," he mouthed silently.
Seraphina hesitated for only a fraction of a second. The footsteps were getting closer, stopping just outside the alcove. The guard's shadow fell across the heavy fabric. Then, slowly, agonizingly, she opened her mouth and took him inside again.
The feeling was indescribable. The risk of discovery, the hot velvet of her tongue, the sight of the Princess of the Realm kneeling in the dirt to worship him—it was a drug more potent than any magic in the game.
She sucked him with a desperate, frantic enthusiasm, trying to be quiet but failing. Wet, sloppy slurping sounds filled the small space, masked only by the dull roar of the banquet. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a tight vacuum that made his toes curl in his boots.
Kaelen watched her face. Her nose was buried in the coarse hair at the base of his shaft, her eyes rolled back in her head. She wasn't just doing this to avoid punishment anymore. She was worshipping him. The System had been right; the corruption was taking root deep inside her soul.
"That's it," he breathed, barely making a sound. "Take it all, you greedy little whore."
She swallowed around him, her throat muscles contracting rhythmically, milking the length of him. He could feel his climax building, a tight coil in his balls.
"I'm going to cum," he whispered.
She didn't pull back. She didn't try to evade it. She moaned, a sound of pure need, and doubled her efforts, her tongue swirling frantically around the sensitive head.
With a low, guttural grunt, Kaelen gripped her hair tight and held her in place. His hips bucked once, driving his cock deep into her throat, and he exploded.
Rope after rope of hot, thick seed spurted directly down her gullet. Seraphina's eyes bulged as she struggled to swallow the sudden flood, her throat working furiously to drink every drop. Some of it escaped, leaking from the corners of her mouth and dripping down her chin, landing on the pristine white bodice of her dress.
She gagged slightly but didn't pull away. She stayed latched onto him, milking him for every last drop, her hands gripping his thighs like a lifeline.
When he finally finished, he slowly pulled out, his cock sliding from her mouth with a wet *pop*. A string of saliva and cum connected them for a moment before breaking, landing on her lower lip.
Seraphina slumped back against the stone wall, panting heavily. Her face was a mess—flushed red, covered in fluids, her lips swollen and bruised. She looked up at him, her eyes dazed and unfocused.
"Swallow," Kaelen commanded softly.
She did, her throat moving visibly as she took down the remaining load.
"Good girl," he said, tucking himself back into his breeches and lacing them up. "You wear my cum better than you wear that crown."
The guard's footsteps had finally moved away, fading back into the main hall. The danger had passed, but the atmosphere between them had changed irrevocably.
Seraphina reached up with a trembling hand and wiped her chin, looking at the sticky fluid on her fingers. For a moment, she looked horrified, staring at the evidence of her depravity. But then, to Kaelen's dark delight, she didn't wipe it on a handkerchief. She licked her fingers clean, tasting him again, savoring the flavor.
"Go back to the party," Kaelen told her, his voice cold and authoritative. "And don't you dare wash your face. I want you to taste me for the rest of the night."
Seraphina stood up on shaky legs. She grabbed her cloak and wrapped it around herself, hiding the stains on her dress. She looked at him one last time, a mix of hatred and adoration warring in her gaze, before slipping away into the shadows.
Kaelen leaned back against the pillar, exhaling a long breath. The rush was electric. His heart was hammering, his blood singing. He had just face-fucked the Princess in the middle of a royal banquet, and she had thanked him for it.
[ QUEST COMPLETED: PUBLIC DEFERENCE ]
[ REWARD: 2000 XP, TITLE: [CORRUPTER OF ROYALTY] ]
[ SERAPHINA'S CORRUPTION: 20% ]
[ SERAPHINA'S STATUS: ADDICTED ]
He watched the spot where she had vanished. He needed more. It wasn't enough to just have her. He needed to cement his power. He needed to ensure that no one could ever touch him without answering to him.
He needed money. Real money.
He straightened his clothes and walked out of the alcove, re-entering the bustling hall. He ignored the nobles, his mind already racing. The Valerius family assets had been dwindling for years, mismanaged by his "father" and stolen by his vulture-like relatives.
He knew exactly who to target. Lord Acton, his father's former advisor, had seized the trading routes along the coast when the old man fell ill. Acton was a snake, a man who hoarded gold and preyed on the weak.
Kaelen headed for the exit. He wasn't staying for the rest of the party. He had a "merchant" to visit.
***
The city of Oakhaven was dark and winding, a stark contrast to the gilded cage of the palace. Kaelen walked briskly, his boots echoing on the cobblestones. The wind was cold, biting through his velvet tunic, but he didn't feel it. The heat from the encounter with Seraphina still burned in his veins.
He arrived at the 'Gilded Griffin', a high-end brothel and gambling house that served as the unofficial bank for the city's underworld.
He found Lord Acton in a private room in the back, surrounded by piles of coin and empty wine bottles. The man was sweating profusely, his face red and blotchy. He wasn't alone. A young woman—a prostitute, judging by her sheer lace dress—was straddling him, giggling as he fumbled with her bodice.
Kaelen kicked the door open.
Acton jumped, knocking the girl off his lap. "Kaelen! What is the meaning of this? Get out!"
"Hello, Acton," Kaelen said, locking the door behind him. He walked into the room, his eyes scanning the piles of gold on the table. "You've been busy."
"I'm conducting business," Acton spat, trying to button his breeches. "Unlike some, I know how to turn a profit."
"You stole the shipping lanes," Kaelen said, his voice dangerously calm. "My father's routes."
"Your father is a senile old fool," Acton sneered. "And you? You're nothing. A pretty boy with a sword he doesn't know how to use."
Kaelen smiled. He activated Aura of Allure, pushing it to its limit. The air in the room suddenly felt heavy, suffocating. Acton's sneer faltered, replaced by a look of confusion and sudden, creeping fear.
"I'm not here to argue, Acton," Kaelen said, pulling a scroll from his jacket. He slammed it down on the table next to a pile of gold coins. "I'm here to collect."
"I'm not signing anything!" Acton shouted, though his voice lacked its earlier bluster.
"You will," Kaelen said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small pouch of Lust Dust he had acquired from the System shop. He poured a pinch of the glittering powder into his hand.
"What is that?" Acton asked, eyeing the powder nervously.
"Insurance," Kaelen replied.
He walked over to the prostitute, who was cowering in the corner. "Come here, girl."
She scrambled to her feet, drawn in by the aura. Kaelen sprinkled the dust over her head. She sneezed inhaling that dust.