Desire's Vessel: My Lewd Reincarnation-Chapter 61: Run!

All the blood went to Zaja’s cock, and with a predatory smile, the Crimson Deity Vessel climbed on Hillary, trapping her between his arms while his monster cock aimed at her lewd pussy.

"Praise the lord for creating beautiful pussies like you, and all the bitches in the world," Zaja whispered, and with a downward thrust, he pushed his monstercock into Hillary’s hole, letting it expand inside and press into her g-spot.

The blue haired Wagner child convulsed immediately sticking out her tongue, and trying to get a taste of Zaja’s lips.

Alas...the vessel didn’t allow it. Covering Hillary’s mouth with one hand while keeping her locking in the mating press and slamming away on her hole.

Not giving the Wagner child a chance to adjust to his rapid fire thrust, Zaja picked up the pace, sending his hips crashing down like a battering ram. His cock turned into a vibrating meat plug, sending jolts of bliss blasting through Hillary’s walls with each thrust and swerving motion.

"Ohhhh... fuck!!!" in between series of lewd moans, Hillary tried and failed to catch her breath, spreading her arms wide as if laying on the beach side while waiting for the ocean waves to come sweep through her or waiting for the blessings of god to consume her.

Lewd and obscene noises soon became the only signs of life in the medicinal bath room, eventually drowned by Hillary’s moans which became louder by the second. Zaja’s cock raced in the bitches pussy, bringing out splashes of pussy juice as it dragged against the slippery walls of her cunt.

Her bulging nipples were prominent as her tits bounced, her legs flailing and ass clapping, Hillary dos Wagner became a mess, her hair unfolding like a wild mane while her cheeks flushed and her lust reached its true peak, one that Zaja had never known she had. The womans legs wrapped around Zaja’s waist, helping him fuck her faster, deeper and shaping her pussy into a new mold.

"Fuck me master! Ohh, you son of a bitch!... yes!!"

It wasn’t long before Hillary entered a trance and as if moving on autopilot, she sent her legs as far back as she could, helping her plump ass meet Zaja’s hammering. She was utterly lewd, looking more like a porn actress than a noble lady of a highly respected noble house.

Zaja gritted his teeth, gyrating his waist at maximum speed, and breeding the foul mouthed Wagner child with liters of cum. At first, Hillary stayed defiant, raising her ass, and boldly challenging her boss limits.

"Death... I want you to fuck me till I die! Make your fucking cock the last thing I remember from this stupid world... yes master please!" with startling words and throaty groans, the woman convulsed on her masters dick, riding wave after wave of orgasms.

Zaja didn’t dare stop. On the contrary, his speed doubled the next moment, breaking past limits to cram the hussy hole with another meat race!

The monster cock of the Crimson Deity Vessel hit one homerun after another, causing Hillary’s pussy juice to squirt all over the place. To any onlooker, it almost seemed as if Zaja was trying to squeeze Hillary’s pussy of every last drop of squirt, like a man on a mission.

Soon after, she entered an intensive pool of euphoria, her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung on the side as her fingers tapped Zaja lightly as a sign that she had given up.

Zaja’s divine cock had knocked the sense out of her, removing the ability to even speak or conjure coherent words. Hillary’s waist tried to keep up the pace, but her legs went weak and her tits bounced under Zaja’s every push and pull. His cock tensed up, and with a loud grunt, he delivered the seventh cum shot of the day to Hillary’s pussy.

She immediately passed out while smiling sheepishly like she had lost half of her functioning brain cells.

"There you go... this should serve as a warning that, while you are no doubt a whore, I am and will always be much worse," Zaja said with a sweet and cheerful smile. And after giving Hillary’s ass cheeks a last squeeze and a satisfying spank, Zaja transferred three mansions that were in the name of Wagner to his name, then he stood up, spinning around and faced his adoptive mother with a wicked smile.

"You don’t have to... how do you still have the strength, its been seven times or even eight today. I wouldn’t dream of spoiling your fun son, carry on with the Wagner whore," with a grumpy snort, Lady Elyria turned the other way, pouting as she spoke words of sarcasm.

"Oh mammy, how could you say such words? I was just disciplining my servant to make sure our house stays in order. If anything, you should be praising me... wooh, my life’s so hard. Oh well... we will have plenty of time to reach an understanding. But first..." here, Zaja paused, spreading his thoughts. His face twisted the moment next, matching the abrupt shift in his heart rate.

Beyond the royal palace, great tongues of fire coiled towards sthe sky, smoldering mansions and collapsing houses lining up the streets alongside piles of corpses that multplied the closer one got to the palace’s doors. Representatives of all baackgrounds gathered in the casualties, even members of the church.

The greatest of all taboos, harming the lords servants, became an unremarkable detail in the enemy’s carnage. It was complete madness, and when the realization that enemies who dared to slaughter the church’s priests had arrived in the hundreds settled, Zaja only had one thought:

Run!

"Where is Naga?!"

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Meanwhile, inside and around the Royal interior chambers, Percival’s Royal Guards assembled, most of them prostrated on the ground, and crying to no end.

Their king was the central figure of their existence, yet in this hour of need, they became helpless figurants, watching as their beloved King turned into withered corpse.

With the King now dead and the a male line absent, the Royal guard had lost its compass, becoming obsolete overnight.

The highest commander of the guards spoke, "They say a good servant should always train his mind to see hope in all sorts of disasters. Though the male blood line has fallen, the Royal Family still has a living princess. We must bring the crown to her majesty and convince her to retake the mantle so she may continue the Royal line," he said, his hands trembling as he reached for Percival’s mace.

The Mace was both the Kings weapon and insignia, enabling him to sit on the throne and wear the crown. However the mace didn’t acknowledge women, making it impossible for a woman to become the supreme ruler of the country.

For that simple reason, Percival planned to have Zaja Thornhill seduce his daughter so he could marry into the royal line and succeed him as Cleo’s husband.

And though the Royal Guards knew Cleo couldn’t inherit the Mace, with the Queen Mother in a state of indispose, what else could they do?

"A servant disgraces himself by out living his master..." the Grand Commander yelled as he scrapped his palm on the handle of the Mace. The moment he touched it, it began to heat up instantly, ensuring that no one who isn’t suitable would yield it.

The Grand Commander wasn’t surprised by this fact and carassed the weapon gently in honour. Then, the officer of the Royal guards resolved to lead their troops in a suicidal, one way trip against the 300 assassins the Blackfield Gorge had sent to buy their leader more time.

As the Grand Commander endured the heat, still adoring the mace. A twister of silver flames lit up the Royal Chambers and an elegant woman walked out of the elemental blaze, shrouded from head to toe in tongues of silver flames.

"Ease yourselves... you do not have to die today... Cleo doesn’t need that disgusting thing to inherit her birthright. From now on, I will be handling royal matters. You may withdraw for now," Isidora said in a cold and straight forward tone.

With that, the Grand Commander turned red with anger, rage and hatred as he watched the Queen speak.