Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 59: First Time Threesome

"In any case, I am legally his servant and binded by a contract, and my assets are his assets. At this pooint I couldn’t care less," Hillary made a convincing case, and with a sly little smirk she gestured for Elyria to look at Zaja’s erect cock.

Even as he remained unconscious, the pheromones of his body were at full force, causing pink hearts to flash in both Hillary and Elyria’s eyes.

The matriarch’s mind said no, finding Hillary’s move too crude, desperate and shameless. But her heart said yes with every beat and her pussy said an even louder yes with every throb..

’This generation is getting lewder as time goes by. If I don’t step up my game, its bitches like her who will be stealing Zaja from me!! control... stay in control, don’t loose your self to lust and become a degenerate.’ Elyria’s thoughts trailed off and she let go of Hillary, subconsciously stepping closer to Zaja’s monster cock and gasping as she tried to resist her urges.

Hillary didn’t miss the signs, and sensing an opportunity to ingratiate herself with her new boss, the noble hussy pushed Elyria’s hand onto Zaja’s shaft, letting the matriarch get a feel of her adoptive sons dick.

The Valthorne Matriarch entered a trance, not noticing Hillary sneaking underneath, and grabbing the base of Zaja’s cock. One hand over the other, the two got to wrok, stroking the Crimson Deity Vessel’s dick.

Ding! Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!!

~Major anomaly detected~

~Hidden quest has been completed: First time threesome~

~Achievement: Two is better than one~

~The Desire System will now go through a three day upgrade. Status screens, shops and other Desire System resources will be unavailable in the meantime, as well as aceess to the lewd god— Dazzai~

The series of Desire System’s prompting messages was enough to force Zaja awake.

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Meanwhile, a catastrophic event rocked the royal palace. After five hundred years of rule, Percival Ironforge, King of the Ironforge Dominion, turned old overnight, passing away with a haggard look and wrinkled skin.

He wasn’t the only one. Core relatives, one after the other, the male line of the Ironforge family perished from old age, dying without exception.

The royal family had fallen.

How did things get to this? With the Queen Mother in a deep, intense state of depression, side efffect from healing the injuries inflicted on Percival by the flames of Helios began to manifest, the nation was doomed.

Back then, Zaja didn’t have all the details to understand the consequences of taking the Queen Mother out of the picture. But it is now clear that the Queen Mother was the very life force holding the royal family together by automatic healing.

This new development was extremely detrimental to the domion. As the country is far wealthier than its average citizen can think of, in terms of Arcane Crystals mines and other critical sources of Arcane Energy goods, it was no exaggeration to say that the Ironforge Dominion ranked second among the various nations, only behind the Blackfield Gorge.

With an abundance of untapped wealth left unexploited due to stagnating technology and lack of Arcane infrastructure, it is no surprise that the country became the target of so many, including powerhouses of the Blackfield Gorge.

Now Percival’s mother was indisposed, and without her protection... with the Queen Mother out of the way, Isidora no longer had to hold back. And so while the world celebrated the decline or the Ember Crown Empire, its leader played with voodoo figures, draining the life force of the Ironforge males to zero.

Isidora was the one behind the death of all the Ironforge royal males, using their life force to turn to pure Arcane Energy for herself. Isidora would never say it out loud, but she had no end of respect and affection for the Queen Mother, her teacher who not only saved her from a disastrous future, but also taught her all she knew without expecting anything in return.

Yet, as some would expect, Isidora Ironforge wasn’t the only one to exploit the Queen Mother’s condition to make her move. As the Queen entered a teleportation circle on her way to the capital, the Blackfield Gorge high ranking members dispatched a sinister order of assassins devoted to Tenzen and they were sent to the Emberfall citadel.

The assassins took the old-fashion straight forward approach and murdered the city guard and forced their way into the city gate without a sound.

On their way to the Royal Palace, the assassins went unhinged and entered houses and temples dedicated to Helios, slitting the throats of men and women who worshipped the sun god and other lesser dieties and refused to worship Lord Tenzen.

Religious figures and nobels became the preferred target of the assassins. Too strong to find their match in Emberfall Citadel, the assassins collected heads like cutting grass.

And by the time those murderous blades had reached the Royal Palace, dozens of heads of household and clans, hundreds of priests and nobles were all found dead... with their throats gashed open, and Tenzen’s symbols carved into their skin.

Among the victims, Duke Luther of House Valthorne, Duke Richard of House Demitres and many other prominent names.

History would remember this as the Night of Holy Screams— a night that embodied the terror of the Blackfield Gorge.

Interestingly, at the bossom of the 300 assassins was a mesmerizing young lady with lustrous purple hair that trailed at her slender back.

A golden and purple mask covered her face, only allowing a look into her spell binding pair of eyes.

The assassins stood behind her like an ordered pack of hunting wolves. And how else could it be when this woman had been appointed by Lady Xena Apotheosis herself as the first daughter of the Apotheosis family— destined to become the next Grand Nun.

But unbeknownst to the assassins, another woman hid among them, watching the purple haired lady with a soft look and unmistakable fondness. Her prescence there, made them at a total head count of 301.

Then she raised her eyes, looking past the purple haired woman to lock on the Royal Palace.