[R-18] Questioning the Pervert

As Xing Lei trotted down the hill, he could see the effects of the formation waning. Unlike the bleak landscape of the surrounding plains this vale seemed almost vibrant, thick with natural energy. Weeds and flowers grew unchecked surrounding the dirty tower, no signs of passage could be seen as if the structure had been unapproached for tens or hundreds of years. The rich green foliage choked the vale around the tower, untamed and unchecked. Thick vines and moss clung to the reverse of the tower almost reclaiming the formerly brilliant stonework back into nature.

Striding to the front double doors Xing Lei eyed a badly rusted bell beside it, having long fell into disrepair the metal was choked with moss and debris. Looking at the door itself, Xing Lei reached out to rest his hand against its face and pushed. The aged, expanded wood groaned in protest as it slowly swung inwards bathing the interior of the room beyond it with light. Thick gray dust fell off the shuddering door. Inside was what once must have been an opulent meeting room. Well... at one point this room may have held such a title.

What greeted his eyes instead was a long disused room, a once plush carpet matted with mud, offal and the elements rotted on the floor and lead to a dais a little further in. Before this dias was a half collapsed table, the wood having lost its magnificent beauty ages ago. The tea set it once supported was piled to one side of the collapsed wood, the pot and cups cracked, the materials taken or rotted away. The dais itself was not unoccupied, blanketed in a drape of dusty cobwebs that hung like a mourning shroud was a body, unexpectedly it was not the Mad King, rather a beautiful human woman knelt serenely upon rotted cushions, the stillness of the air would make one believe it a corpse but as a cultivator, Xing Lei knew different. The woman was an immortal like he once was, dead as she may appear, the fact she was not a dedicated husk spoke that despite no normal signs of life this figure still lived.

Xing Lei sighed and slipped around her, his eyes drawn to her figure looking like an ivory doll, a thin angular face with long eyelashes and once cherry red lips showed she was some heaven blessed beauty. The dirty shroud clung to the waterfall of straight black hair that grew like a sea from the top of her head, the long dark strands circled her kneeling body, most of thick hair obscuring most of her body, though from her clothes one could easily guess she was not a wandering nobody, rather the robe, badly frayed and moth eaten as it was, still bared a rich opulence itself. Gold and silver threads sparkled under the dirty veil that clung to her body, the robe itself appeared to be silk made rather than hemp or cloth, she was obviously someone of I fluence... at some point.

Shaking his head, Xing Lei moved to a set of rickety stairs that followed the curve of the room, carefully ascending the second floor was bare, broken furniture, torn clothes, shattered pottery covered the floor. All was choked with a thick layer of dust, whatever had raged in this room had done so long, long ago. Continuing his ascent Lei found himself gawking at a strange sight. Like the floor below, this floor was covered in refuse. Broken furniture, destroyed personal effects even several broken bones littered the floor that was covered in a thick layer of dust. The light he saw came from a bronze oil lamp resting on a small stone table. This sat beside the only normal furniture he had seen thus far. A great four posted bed occupied the center of the room, the silk sheets were crumpled around a pair entwined with each other.

Watching a moment, Xing Lei blinked. The man on the bed, his lean muscular frame glistening with sweat was none other than the Mad King, looking like a virile young man maybe some twenty summers old the madness in his eyes gazed obsessively over the woman that was pinned beneath him, this second figure was an even greater shock for he could easily see it was the woman from the first floor, her naked body arched beneath the Mad Kings lusty assault, her slender ivory limbs stretched out from a shroud of silk displaying a scene of great intimacy or perhaps lewdness since the sounds torn from her vibrant red lips spoke of a carnal pleasure that had little to do with love but rather seated firmly in lust filled passion.

The lovers paid Xing Lei little mind, the Mad King flipping his unknown lover over, her raven tresses hiding her face buried in stained pillows. The soft curve of her ivory bottom lifted to meet the Mad Kings animalistic thrusts that drew a throaty moan from the woman. Her head tossed back, his fist in her sea of black hair as he pulled her back onto his assault. Attacking her with pleasure that to the watching kobold seemed more akin to savagery as the womans pale blue eyes rolled back in her head, her tongue hanging loosely from her lips drooling as she cried out in climax before slumping forward to twitch against the sheets and cushions.

The Mad Kings eyes were locked on her for a moment, his breaths coming in ragged lung fulls before snarling. That maddened visage snapped to Xing Leis spot, those wild eyes narrowing as the man screamed at the kobold, "BEGONE WRETCHED MORTAL! THE BED CHAMBER OF YOUR GODS IS NOT FOR YOUR EYES!"

The insane scream of rage washed over Xing Lei like a tidal wave, threatening to push him back down the stairs under the malicious pressure. Gritting his teeth, Lei held his ground, even stepping fully into the room despite the Mad Kings rage filled vision locking solely on his small frame. Yet Xing Lei strode forward, his teeth grit in effort as he walked step by step towards the bed. The man trembled, rage washing out from his shivering naked body in great ripples, the broken furniture and pottery shattered further, what little remained turned into piles of dust that billowed outward to paint the walls.

Yet Xing Lei stood by the bed and looked into the Mad Kings eyes, the kobolds gaze narrowed then dropped to the still twitching woman. Her nakedness seemed to not bother her before the intruder, rather a shakey arm reached towards the Mad King urging him back to her body, her only focus was this man in bed with her. As the curtain of dark hair parted, Xing Lei could see her eyes glazed. As much as her form was moving, as much as she acted out and responded, the consciousness was not present, it was more like a puppet driven on autopilot, a sexual doll being used by its owner.

Xing Lei's incredulous gaze fell on the Mad King, the latter snarling under that look that denounced his perversion and shamelessness. Lunging from the bed the naked king reached for the kobolds throat but was snapped back by a high kick that tossed his head back, Xing Leis talented foot having connected firmly with the mans chin, staggering him back. Xing Lei wasted no time punching and kicking as he beat down the naked man, his strikes hammering the insane monarch with merciless efficiency.

All the while the naked woman mewed lewdly, watching 'her man' getting the living shit stomped out of him by the three foot kobold. The fact her 'lover' was being beaten black and blue did not faze her absent mind, only reaching down to play with her garden, moaning softly and enticingly as she heard every pained grunt of the man, oblivious that he was not playing as some lusty beast, but rather was being slaughtered like a pig by a being she could not even see.

In short order the mad king laid on the dirty floor, both eyes blackened, his nose crooked and several teeth missing. Gripped by the hair the kobold pointed to the woman, "Explain."

The Mad King clenched his jaw, wincing in pain, for the first time he kept mum, refusing to answer. His eyes stared hatred at the little wretch who had taken advantage of his tryst to lay him low. Turning his face away the man spit out a glob of blood at Xing Leis feet. The kobold paid these small acts of rebellion as nothing, rather he reached down the naked mans body, his hand flexing as clawed talons rested behind the mans jewels, the sharp points pinching the sensitive flesh and making the man whimper, "Alright alright! She is my Master, the River Sage. She was charged with defending this land by an human king a millenia ago, as her apprentice me and my fellows maintained everything."

"But a war broke out, our Master fell into seclusion to maintain her soul, disbanding her pupils she selected myself, her love to watch over her till she woke. She leaves part of her consciousness out to keep me company as a good wife should!"

Xing Lei chuckled glancing to the writhing form on the bed, heedless of everything but lust the luxurious woman was busily tending to her own body, completely detached from everything else. Turning to the Mad King he sneered, the mans eyes widened as the kobolds claws hooked his tender sack and yanked viciously. The cry of a stuck pig being butchered alive could be no more shrill as the kobold castrated him firmly by hand. Pain exploded between his legs as blood and gore flowed down between his legs. Through his squinted eyes he watched Xing Lei toss the woman his torn off genitalia, crying inside as she took her new 'toy' and jammed the bloody limp appendage into her abused garden.

Blackness encroached on the Mad King, the pain, bloodless and humiliation threatened to extinguish his self like no other attack could, his pain filled wails of rage and injustice echoed out before he felt a warmth below, gasping in slowly he looked at the kobold with a mixture of relief and horror. The beast beings hands glowed with light healing his wound, restoring his manhood only to feel those bloodied claws once more under his sack. Xing Lei looked at him again and sneered, "Try the truth this time."

The Mad King wept, tears and snot flowed down his face as he limply tried to protect his restored little brother from this beasts inhumane cruelty, "I really am her apprentice and she loves- YAAAARGGHHHH!!!"

The Mad Kings words suddenly fell off, an explosion of pain erupted from his crotch as Xing Lei didn't t bother tearing off his manhood this time, his clawed fist instead flexed its tempered strength turning the sensitive bundle of flesh in his grasp into a meat paste. The monarchs eyes rolled back in agony, directly vomiting over his chest as the peace of unconsciousness seemed to reach out to welcome him home.

Yet again that warmth spread over his mangled little brother and family jewels. Flesh and nerve reconnected and the Mad King was pulled back once more from the salvation of mental oblivion. Silently he cursed his tormentors, wasn't he a man as well?! How could he so casually ruin a fellow man in such a way?! Was there no mercy in his cold black heart?!

Xing Lei sneered as the Mad King whimpered under the torture, the mans body was stinking of the bile he had choked up, of the blood and bowel fluids that covered his legs yet again Xing Lei shook the mad king, drawing the mans attention to his torturing hand. Sweat sprang up on his scaled face as a brilliant flame erupted, the flickering tip licking the fresh, sensitive, flesh of the mans jewels. "The truth mad king."