The east wing hall was lit by a deep crimson glow that made every shadow look sharp and hungry. The obsidian dais had been widened into a broad, flat platform that could hold several bodies at once.

Braziers burned hotter than before, sending waves of heat across the room. Black roses floated in wide bowls of scented oil, their petals barely moving in the thick air.

Every silver chain, necklace, and bracelet in the hall pulsed with thick, branching fractures. The anti-magic had grown so strong that the cracks shimmered visibly, crawling over skin like living bolts of lightning.

The women stood in a wide ring around the dais, hearts beating fast. Their husbands knelt or stood right behind them, cocks locked in silver cages, leaking steadily onto the polished floor.

No one spoke. The only sounds were the crackle of the braziers and the faint, wet drip of pre-cum hitting stone.

Aiden stood shirtless at the edge of the dais. His trousers were open, and his thick cock stood out hard and heavy, veins standing out along the shaft.

Fractures blazed across his bare chest, up his neck, and along his jaw. The lines of anti-magic looked angry tonight, brighter than they had been even a week ago.

"Tonight is the Fourth Claiming," he said, voice low and commanding, cutting through the silence. "The light has grown too loud. I will quiet it with my cock. Isolde will choose the order and positions.

Every woman here will be claimed in front of everyone. Your husbands will hold you open, watch every thrust, and thank me when I fill you."

He turned his head and looked straight at Isolde. His eyes burned with heat and control. "Choose."

Isolde’s throat worked once, but her voice came out steady. "Elara first. From behind, facing her husband. Then Cat and Lulu together. I will be last."

Aiden’s mouth curved into a slow, dangerous smile. "Good girl." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Two servants brought Elara forward. She was trembling slightly as they positioned her at the edge of the dais. She bent over, hands flat on the black stone, ass raised high.

Lord Voss, her husband, was made to kneel directly in front of her face, only a foot away. His locked cock hung heavy between his legs, a steady drip falling from the cage.

Aiden stepped behind Elara. He gripped her hips with both hands, lined up the thick head of his cock with her soaked entrance, and slammed forward in one brutal thrust. The wet sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the hall. Elara cried out sharply, her eyes locked on her husband’s face.

Aiden did not give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, hard and deep, hips snapping forward with punishing force. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with every stroke. The sound was loud, wet, and rhythmic.

"Describe it," he growled, never slowing down. "Tell your husband exactly how my cock feels inside you."

Elara’s voice broke on the first word. "He’s... so much thicker," she moaned, eyes watering. "He’s stretching me so wide... hitting so deep inside... I’m dripping down my thighs already... ahh— he’s ruining me for you!"

Aiden reached around her hip and found her clit. His fingers rubbed it in fast, vicious circles while he kept pounding into her cunt. Elara’s legs shook. Her moans grew louder, sharper. Then she shattered.

Her walls clenched hard around his cock as she squirted violently, clear fluid spraying out around his shaft and soaking the dais beneath her. The fractures on her body flared white-hot for a moment.

Aiden buried himself to the hilt and roared. His cock throbbed as he pumped thick, heavy ropes of cum straight into her womb.

It was too much to contain. White cum immediately overflowed, running in heavy streams down her thighs and dripping onto the stone in long, sticky lines.

Lord Voss stared, face flushed and voice cracking. "Thank you... for breeding my wife, my lord."

Aiden pulled out slowly, letting the last drops fall from his cock onto Elara’s ass. She stayed bent over, breathing hard, cum still leaking from her stretched hole.

Next were Cat and Lulu.

Aiden pointed at the center of the dais. "Cat on your back. Lulu, straddle my face."

Cat lay down on the cool black stone, legs spread wide. Aiden moved between them and pushed his still-hard cock back inside her in one smooth thrust.

He started fucking her with deep, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her moans fill the hall.

Lulu climbed over him, lowering her cunt onto his mouth. Aiden’s tongue immediately went to work, licking and sucking while he kept thrusting into Cat.

"Watch your mother take a real man’s cock," he growled against Lulu’s wet folds. "This is the stronger seed your bloodline needs."

Cat moaned loudly, head thrown back. "He’s so deep... filling me completely... my cunt belongs to him now..."

Lulu’s hips rocked against Aiden’s face. Her breathing grew ragged. She came first, crying out as her thighs shook around his head. Aiden did not stop licking her through it.

Then he switched them. He pulled out of Cat, laid Lulu on her back, and slid his cock into the daughter in one thrust. Cat was placed on his face. He ate the mother while he fucked the daughter with steady, heavy strokes. Both women were soon sobbing with pleasure, bodies trembling.

Aiden kept switching between them, cock moving from one cunt to the other, tongue working the one not currently impaled. The hall filled with the wet sounds of thrusting, licking, and desperate moans.

Finally, he gripped Lulu’s hips and slammed deep. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself inside her, pumping rope after rope until cum leaked out around his shaft and ran down between her ass cheeks.

He pulled out and gave Cat one last deep thrust, but he did not cum again yet. Both mother and daughter were left lying on the dais, legs spread, cunts red and dripping with his seed. They breathed in shaky gasps, eyes glassy.

The entire circle had watched in silence, husbands leaking helplessly in their cages.

Then it was Isolde’s turn.

Aiden pulled her into the very center of the dais. He pushed her down onto her back and folded her body into a savage mating press.

Her knees were shoved all the way to her shoulders, her cunt spread wide open and completely vulnerable. The position left nothing hidden. Everyone in the ring could see exactly where his cock would enter her.

He lined up and drove in with raw power. His hips slammed down, cock spearing straight to her deepest places in one brutal stroke. Isolde screamed.

Aiden did not slow down. He fucked her with long, merciless thrusts, each one driving the air from her lungs. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass echoed through the hall.

The women and their husbands watched as Isolde’s moans turned into broken, desperate cries. Her body shook under every impact. Aiden’s thick cock stretched her wide, plunging in and out without mercy.

Then the relic detonated.

Silver fractures exploded across the entire hall like lightning branching through the air. They surged up Aiden’s torso, covering his chest in dense, glowing lines. The cracks raced across his neck, licked along his jaw, and spread over his cheeks.

The braziers flickered wildly. For the first time in any Claiming, Aiden’s rhythm faltered. A raw groan tore from his throat as the anti-magic hit him mid-thrust. His cock throbbed violently inside Isolde’s clenching cunt.

Isolde came hard, her walls clamping down like a vice around him. The pressure was too much. Aiden roared her name—"Isolde!"—and slammed deep one final time. His cock erupted, flooding her womb with a massive, desperate load. Thick white cum gushed out around his shaft in heavy rivers, spilling onto the dais beneath her ass as he kept grinding through the orgasm, hips jerking uncontrollably.

He stayed buried inside her, chest heaving, breathing ragged. The fractures on his body blazed like war paint, brighter and more extensive than anyone had ever seen.

Still deep in her dripping cunt, Aiden lifted his head and looked at the circle of watching faces. His voice came out hoarse but clear.

"Tomorrow is The Breaking. Every woman will be claimed until the fractures either submit... or break me."

The hall remained silent except for the crackle of the braziers and the soft, wet sounds of cum still leaking from well-used cunts. No one moved. The weight of his words settled over everyone like a heavy blanket.

Aiden finally pulled out of Isolde with a wet sound. A thick flood of his cum followed, pouring from her stretched hole. She lay there, legs still trembling, eyes half-closed. He stood up slowly, cock glistening, fractures still crawling across his skin.

He looked at the husbands one by one. "Clean your wives. Use your tongues. Taste what a real man leaves behind."

The husbands moved without hesitation, crawling forward to obey. The wet sounds of licking soon joined the crackle of the fires.

Aiden wiped his cock on Isolde’s thigh, then tucked himself back into his trousers. He stepped down from the dais and walked toward the exit, fractures still glowing faintly on his body.

Behind him, the women remained on the platform or on the floor, bodies marked, cunts full and leaking. Their husbands worked between their legs, faces pressed close, swallowing every drop they could reach.

No one spoke. The Fourth Claiming was over.

But everyone knew what tomorrow would bring.

The Breaking.