Chapter 476: Punish And Motivate Him?
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Chapter 476 Punish And Motivate Him?
The grand hall of the Dreadthorne castle, with its towering pillars and the flickering light of torches, served as a symbol of the power and legacy of its inhabitants. It was here that Esther, cloaked in the authority and grace befitting her station, made her silent procession back to the heart of her domain. As she approached, Thorin, surrounded by his vassals, stood stoically, engaged in discussion, but suddenly stopped as she got close enough.
His voice, aloof yet laden with unspoken urgency, cut through the murmurs of his council, "Is it done?" he inquired, his gaze briefly intersecting Esther's path.
The vassals, sensing the gravity of the moment, bowed their heads in deference, their whispers fading into silence. Esther, without breaking her stride or meeting his gaze, responded succinctly, "It will be soon." Her voice was devoid of emotion yet carried undeniable confidence.
Thorin hummed, an acknowledgment steeped in satisfaction, before turning back to his council, his demeanor unchanging as he resumed the discussion.
Esther continued on, her steps echoing softly in the vastness of the hall, ascending the stairs before walking into one of the corridors.
It was there, amidst the shadows and light, that a voice called out, "Mother."
Esther halted, the air around her stilling as she turned to face the source of the inquiry. Sabina, her daughter, approached with a curious look.
"Mother, how did it go? Did you get it? My poor brother has been suffering a lot," she asked with her hand on her chest, her concern for Edmund palpable in her voice.
Esther, her expression cool and measured, replied, "I will. It is only a matter of days or maybe less."
Sabina's eyebrows arched, inwardly feeling dismayed by such a confident response from her mother, "So he...really doesn't stand a chance, and we will get what we want?" she pressed, seeking confirmation.
With a silent nod, Esther affirmed their path, her voice steady as she outlined the future, "Once Edmund receives it back, we will prepare for your marriage with him. We have delayed it too long, and you are not getting any younger. Edmund isn't strong enough, but your offspring will be better. This House needs a powerful leader after my and your father's time."
Behind her back, Sabina's fist clenched as she gave a cool smile, "Of course, mother. I will make sure you will get the most powerful grandson ever," she promised, masking the turmoil within.
Esther offered a nod, her expression impassive. Without another word, she turned, her steps carrying her away from Sabina.
The moment Esther left, Sabina rushed to her favorite room where a couple of naked slaves were hanging from the ceiling, their bodies riddled with blood and scars.
She took out a barbed whip in one hand as a sinister smirk formed on her lips. Seeing her figure, the slaves who were barely conscious had their eyes shiver, and the air thickened with the copper tang of fear and the musky scent of sweat. She slowly walked and stopped before a burly man and, without warning, used her whip to lash at his shriveled cock, "Is he messing around, or did I overestimate him?" Sabina mumbled as she kept lashing the broken man while contemplating her future.
"Don't worry, everyone. No man can even take on two of us, let alone 50 of us. This will be easier than we think," The leader among them with the voluptuous bust whispered with a confident smile.
However, the deeper they walked in, the more the air within the tower was getting heavier with anticipation and dread, the very air thick enough to choke on. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they adjusted their vision to the dimly lit space. But suddenly, some of them gasped upon hearing a footstep resounding in the chamber, heavy and deliberate, sending shivers down their spines. Their eyes widened as they beheld a tall, muscular silhouette in the center of the room. They could make out his every muscle rippling under his skin, and a sense of foreboding washed over them.
As their eyes adjusted further, they noticed his glowing, dark yellow irises, ominous and otherworldly. "It can't be..." The women gasped in shock, disbelief, and a lingering sense of excitement. Were they really going to teach the king himself?
What made their blood run hotter, however, was the slow, gradual rise of something thick and menacing beneath his loincloth. It began to glow with a sickly, ominous dark green light, revealing its twisted, engorged form.
"D-devils..Save us...." the woman in the front whimpered, her voice barely a whisper while the rest looked on with terror as their king began to stride towards them, his monstrous member throbbing with every step.
And soon enough, for hours on end, the tower reverberated with the cacophony of lust and debauchery, the very walls seemingly quaking under the weight of their passionate cries.
The air within the structure grew thick with the heady scent of desire, the floor sticky with the evidence of their depraved union. One by one, the moans of the fifty mature beauties faded away, until the tower fell into an unsettling silence.
Sabina, standing outside, raised an eyebrow, "They took this much time to bring him down?" she mused aloud, "But enough is enough."
Swiftly, she made her way into the den of iniquity, expecting to find a man defeated and bruised from a battle against 50 experienced and talented women.
However, the sight that greeted her made her jaw slack.
The fifty women lay in various states of undress, their bodies intertwined in a macabre tangle of limbs.
Their expressions frozen in ecstasy, their naked figures bathed in a hot, milky, ominous substance that glowed with an otherworldly light.
The man surprisingly stood tall, naked, and proud amongst the sea of debauchery, his glowing dark yellow eyes locked onto Sabina's as he walked past the naked bodies lying beside his feet.
"I-I came here to save my brother. I will do anything to save his future. So please have mercy," Sabina said, her voice shaky, though making it hard for one to guess whether it was from nervousness or excitement of something primal, especially when her gaze was glued onto a certain little dragon.
Asher's smirk only deepened as he cracked his knuckles, "What a caring sister you are. But since you are willing to do anything, we are going to have a talk about the things I am going to make you do for me," His gargantuan member began to throb, lengthening and thickening before Sabina's eyes which began to widen along with them.
Saying so, he began to walk towards Sabina, who came out of her reverie as she licked her lips, saliva dripping off her tongue, "You better make it a very long talk, pretty boy."
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Chapter 476 Punish And Motivate Him?
The grand hall of the Dreadthorne castle, with its towering pillars and the flickering light of torches, served as a symbol of the power and legacy of its inhabitants. It was here that Esther, cloaked in the authority and grace befitting her station, made her silent procession back to the heart of her domain. As she approached, Thorin, surrounded by his vassals, stood stoically, engaged in discussion, but suddenly stopped as she got close enough.
His voice, aloof yet laden with unspoken urgency, cut through the murmurs of his council, "Is it done?" he inquired, his gaze briefly intersecting Esther's path.
The vassals, sensing the gravity of the moment, bowed their heads in deference, their whispers fading into silence. Esther, without breaking her stride or meeting his gaze, responded succinctly, "It will be soon." Her voice was devoid of emotion yet carried undeniable confidence.
Thorin hummed, an acknowledgment steeped in satisfaction, before turning back to his council, his demeanor unchanging as he resumed the discussion.
Esther continued on, her steps echoing softly in the vastness of the hall, ascending the stairs before walking into one of the corridors.
It was there, amidst the shadows and light, that a voice called out, "Mother."
Esther halted, the air around her stilling as she turned to face the source of the inquiry. Sabina, her daughter, approached with a curious look.
"Mother, how did it go? Did you get it? My poor brother has been suffering a lot," she asked with her hand on her chest, her concern for Edmund palpable in her voice.
Esther, her expression cool and measured, replied, "I will. It is only a matter of days or maybe less."
Sabina's eyebrows arched, inwardly feeling dismayed by such a confident response from her mother, "So he...really doesn't stand a chance, and we will get what we want?" she pressed, seeking confirmation.
With a silent nod, Esther affirmed their path, her voice steady as she outlined the future, "Once Edmund receives it back, we will prepare for your marriage with him. We have delayed it too long, and you are not getting any younger. Edmund isn't strong enough, but your offspring will be better. This House needs a powerful leader after my and your father's time."
Behind her back, Sabina's fist clenched as she gave a cool smile, "Of course, mother. I will make sure you will get the most powerful grandson ever," she promised, masking the turmoil within.
Esther offered a nod, her expression impassive. Without another word, she turned, her steps carrying her away from Sabina.
The moment Esther left, Sabina rushed to her favorite room where a couple of naked slaves were hanging from the ceiling, their bodies riddled with blood and scars.
She took out a barbed whip in one hand as a sinister smirk formed on her lips. Seeing her figure, the slaves who were barely conscious had their eyes shiver, and the air thickened with the copper tang of fear and the musky scent of sweat. She slowly walked and stopped before a burly man and, without warning, used her whip to lash at his shriveled cock, "Is he messing around, or did I overestimate him?" Sabina mumbled as she kept lashing the broken man while contemplating her future.
"Don't worry, everyone. No man can even take on two of us, let alone 50 of us. This will be easier than we think," The leader among them with the voluptuous bust whispered with a confident smile.
However, the deeper they walked in, the more the air within the tower was getting heavier with anticipation and dread, the very air thick enough to choke on. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they adjusted their vision to the dimly lit space. But suddenly, some of them gasped upon hearing a footstep resounding in the chamber, heavy and deliberate, sending shivers down their spines. Their eyes widened as they beheld a tall, muscular silhouette in the center of the room. They could make out his every muscle rippling under his skin, and a sense of foreboding washed over them.
As their eyes adjusted further, they noticed his glowing, dark yellow irises, ominous and otherworldly. "It can't be..." The women gasped in shock, disbelief, and a lingering sense of excitement. Were they really going to teach the king himself?
What made their blood run hotter, however, was the slow, gradual rise of something thick and menacing beneath his loincloth. It began to glow with a sickly, ominous dark green light, revealing its twisted, engorged form.
"D-devils..Save us...." the woman in the front whimpered, her voice barely a whisper while the rest looked on with terror as their king began to stride towards them, his monstrous member throbbing with every step.
And soon enough, for hours on end, the tower reverberated with the cacophony of lust and debauchery, the very walls seemingly quaking under the weight of their passionate cries.
The air within the structure grew thick with the heady scent of desire, the floor sticky with the evidence of their depraved union. One by one, the moans of the fifty mature beauties faded away, until the tower fell into an unsettling silence.
Sabina, standing outside, raised an eyebrow, "They took this much time to bring him down?" she mused aloud, "But enough is enough."
Swiftly, she made her way into the den of iniquity, expecting to find a man defeated and bruised from a battle against 50 experienced and talented women.
However, the sight that greeted her made her jaw slack.
The fifty women lay in various states of undress, their bodies intertwined in a macabre tangle of limbs.
Their expressions frozen in ecstasy, their naked figures bathed in a hot, milky, ominous substance that glowed with an otherworldly light.
The man surprisingly stood tall, naked, and proud amongst the sea of debauchery, his glowing dark yellow eyes locked onto Sabina's as he walked past the naked bodies lying beside his feet.
"I-I came here to save my brother. I will do anything to save his future. So please have mercy," Sabina said, her voice shaky, though making it hard for one to guess whether it was from nervousness or excitement of something primal, especially when her gaze was glued onto a certain little dragon.
Asher's smirk only deepened as he cracked his knuckles, "What a caring sister you are. But since you are willing to do anything, we are going to have a talk about the things I am going to make you do for me," His gargantuan member began to throb, lengthening and thickening before Sabina's eyes which began to widen along with them.
Saying so, he began to walk towards Sabina, who came out of her reverie as she licked her lips, saliva dripping off her tongue, "You better make it a very long talk, pretty boy."
Chapter 476 Punish And Motivate Him? The grand hall of the Dreadthorne castle, with its towering pillars and the flickering light of torches, served as a symbol of the power and legacy of its inhabitants. It was here that Esther, cloaked in the authority and grace befitting her station, made her silent procession back to the heart of her domain. As she approached, Thorin, surrounded by his vassals, stood stoically, engaged in discussion, but suddenly stopped as she got close enough. His voice, aloof yet laden with unspoken urgency, cut through the murmurs of his council, "Is it done?" he inquired, his gaze briefly intersecting Esther's path. The vassals, sensing the gravity of the moment, bowed their heads in deference, their whispers fading into silence. Esther, without breaking her stride or meeting his gaze, responded succinctly, "It will be soon." Her voice was devoid of emotion yet carried undeniable confidence. Thorin hummed, an acknowledgment steeped in satisfaction, before turning back to his council, his demeanor unchanging as he resumed the discussion. Esther continued on, her steps echoing softly in the vastness of the hall, ascending the stairs before walking into one of the corridors. It was there, amidst the shadows and light, that a voice called out, "Mother." Esther halted, the air around her stilling as she turned to face the source of the inquiry. Sabina, her daughter, approached with a curious look. "Mother, how did it go? Did you get it? My poor brother has been suffering a lot," she asked with her hand on her chest, her concern for Edmund palpable in her voice. Esther, her expression cool and measured, replied, "I will. It is only a matter of days or maybe less." Sabina's eyebrows arched, inwardly feeling dismayed by such a confident response from her mother, "So he...really doesn't stand a chance, and we will get what we want?" she pressed, seeking confirmation. With a silent nod, Esther affirmed their path, her voice steady as she outlined the future, "Once Edmund receives it back, we will prepare for your marriage with him. We have delayed it too long, and you are not getting any younger. Edmund isn't strong enough, but your offspring will be better. This House needs a powerful leader after my and your father's time." Behind her back, Sabina's fist clenched as she gave a cool smile, "Of course, mother. I will make sure you will get the most powerful grandson ever," she promised, masking the turmoil within. Esther offered a nod, her expression impassive. Without another word, she turned, her steps carrying her away from Sabina. The moment Esther left, Sabina rushed to her favorite room where a couple of naked slaves were hanging from the ceiling, their bodies riddled with blood and scars. She took out a barbed whip in one hand as a sinister smirk formed on her lips. Seeing her figure, the slaves who were barely conscious had their eyes shiver, and the air thickened with the copper tang of fear and the musky scent of sweat. She slowly walked and stopped before a burly man and, without warning, used her whip to lash at his shriveled cock, "Is he messing around, or did I overestimate him?" Sabina mumbled as she kept lashing the broken man while contemplating her future. "Don't worry, everyone. No man can even take on two of us, let alone 50 of us. This will be easier than we think," The leader among them with the voluptuous bust whispered with a confident smile. However, the deeper they walked in, the more the air within the tower was getting heavier with anticipation and dread, the very air thick enough to choke on. Their hearts pounded in their chests as they adjusted their vision to the dimly lit space. But suddenly, some of them gasped upon hearing a footstep resounding in the chamber, heavy and deliberate, sending shivers down their spines. Their eyes widened as they beheld a tall, muscular silhouette in the center of the room. They could make out his every muscle rippling under his skin, and a sense of foreboding washed over them. As their eyes adjusted further, they noticed his glowing, dark yellow irises, ominous and otherworldly. "It can't be..." The women gasped in shock, disbelief, and a lingering sense of excitement. Were they really going to teach the king himself? What made their blood run hotter, however, was the slow, gradual rise of something thick and menacing beneath his loincloth. It began to glow with a sickly, ominous dark green light, revealing its twisted, engorged form. "D-devils..Save us...." the woman in the front whimpered, her voice barely a whisper while the rest looked on with terror as their king began to stride towards them, his monstrous member throbbing with every step. And soon enough, for hours on end, the tower reverberated with the cacophony of lust and debauchery, the very walls seemingly quaking under the weight of their passionate cries. The air within the structure grew thick with the heady scent of desire, the floor sticky with the evidence of their depraved union. One by one, the moans of the fifty mature beauties faded away, until the tower fell into an unsettling silence. Sabina, standing outside, raised an eyebrow, "They took this much time to bring him down?" she mused aloud, "But enough is enough." Swiftly, she made her way into the den of iniquity, expecting to find a man defeated and bruised from a battle against 50 experienced and talented women. However, the sight that greeted her made her jaw slack. The fifty women lay in various states of undress, their bodies intertwined in a macabre tangle of limbs. Their expressions frozen in ecstasy, their naked figures bathed in a hot, milky, ominous substance that glowed with an otherworldly light. The man surprisingly stood tall, naked, and proud amongst the sea of debauchery, his glowing dark yellow eyes locked onto Sabina's as he walked past the naked bodies lying beside his feet. "I-I came here to save my brother. I will do anything to save his future. So please have mercy," Sabina said, her voice shaky, though making it hard for one to guess whether it was from nervousness or excitement of something primal, especially when her gaze was glued onto a certain little dragon. Asher's smirk only deepened as he cracked his knuckles, "What a caring sister you are. But since you are willing to do anything, we are going to have a talk about the things I am going to make you do for me," His gargantuan member began to throb, lengthening and thickening before Sabina's eyes which began to widen along with them. Saying so, he began to walk towards Sabina, who came out of her reverie as she licked her lips, saliva dripping off her tongue, "You better make it a very long talk, pretty boy."
