Ball Gala

Inside the Moon Goddess temple, Eva was sleeping on a large bed. She was fully naked and lying on her belly. Her big fat ass was spread open and her gaping asshole was dribbling out semen.

"Wake up. We have to get ready." Elysia said, slapping Eva's butt.

"Ahhn…!" Eva moaned, waking up. "What for…?"

"There's a ball at the palace. The King is expecting us." Elysia said.

"A ball at the palace…" Eva blinked. She hailed from a nondescript village. The idea of partying in a palace was very pleasing to her.

"Be careful though. The King is a dangerous man." Elysia said, not giving details. "Also, you'll be surrounded by powerful royal mages and strong knights oozing with testosterone. I must secure you to ensure your vagina purity."

"Eh? You mean you think I'll get raped?" Eva quipped.

"Women get raped all the time. It's nothing big. I wouldn't be surprised if that happened to us at the ball. In fact, it might actually be fun, hehe. But our vaginas must be protected!" Elysia said. "Once we get deflowered, there will be no saving us. Not only will our powers decrease significantly, but once discovered that we aren't virgins, the law will send us straight to brothels!"

Eva gulped in fear.

"Now, don't be too afraid. Just be cautious." Elysia said in a comforting tone. "Spread your legs. I'm going to use a spell on you."

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Inside Ironclaw mansion, Clovis and Ciara were standing in front of Ironclaw.

"Hehehe, good lad, you finally became a man. I'm glad you followed my advice." Ironclaw praised Clovis and then looked at Ciara's swollen belly. She was obviously pregnant.

"Y-yes sir." Clovis flustered.

"Sir, the invitation has arrived." The butler came up at this point and spoke.

"Hmm, good. Prepare our carriage and clothes." Ironclaw said.

"Yes sir." The butler bowed. "Also, Astra will be unable to train for a while.

"Hmm? She dares make excuses? Where is she?" Ironclaw frowned.

Immediately Astra was brought in and a loud silence echoed in the room.

Astra stood in the center, butt naked. She had injuries all over her body. Her large breasts had countless bite marks on them, and her nipples had large heavy nipple rings pierced into them. The weight of them was pulling her breasts down. Her face was swollen having been slapped and punched many times. But the most astounding thing about her was her swollen belly, indicating her pregnancy!

"Astra was found walking butt naked in the hallways last night. We discovered that she had lost her virginity, which is against the law; and that demands that she be made into a prostitute as punishment." The butler said a rehearsed explanation. "She won't spit her fucker's name so we had to beat her. But then she bit her tongue and turned herself mute!" Obviously, Astra's tongue had been cut off!

"This girl was supposed to be my square's partner in sex." Ironclaw frowned.

"Sir, she is a whore like her mother. She should be treated the same. Sir Clovis is free to explore any females of the household anyway." The butler was callous and brazen.

"Hmm, so be it. Astra will join her mother as this household's whore." Ironclaw declared.

"But sir, this is wrong!" Clovis intervened. "I am the one who took her virginity last night. These men clearly raped and tortured her! They are the ones who should be punished!"

Astra wept silent tears, looking at Clovis. Now she realized that he was every bit good as her mother said. Ciara sighed, gazing pitifully at her stupid daughter. If only she had accepted Clovis and spent the full night with him, she wouldn't have fallen in hands of the rapists and now declared a whore. She could have become Clovis' woman but she chose the fate of a whore.

"Hmph, don't try to protect her, Clovis. I know you. You don't like the way females are being treated in this household but all of this is according to the law. Astra chose her fate too. I'm being merciful enough by not sending her away to the brothel." Blackcrow said. He didn't believe Clovis. This injustice done by him was like a slap on Clovis and Astra's faces.

"But if you like Astra. You can still keep her as your sex partner. I will allow you to keep any one female of the household as your sex partner. You can of course choose to share her with other men. And I of course will still have all rights over her." Ironclaw said. "So, do you choose Astra?"

Astra looked at Clovis hopefully.

"Sir, the Renix household has requested Ciara's transference." At this point, the clerk entered the room. "The other households have been assorted in a waiting list according to their payments-oh I mean, gifts hehe."

"Hmm, prepare to send her then." Ironclaw said.

"W-wait!" Clovis sputtered. His heart was beating rapidly and he was sweating. His eyes flitted between Astra and Ciara and he clenched his fists, coming to a decision. "I choose Ciara as my woman. Please don't send her to other households."

"…" Ironclaw glared at Clovis. This young brat was getting in the way of his political ambitions! But then immediately his gaze softened and he smiled.

"Heh, a disciple is like a child to a mentor. I will not reject your request. Ciara belongs to you now." Ironclaw declared.

Ciara's face flushed and her heartbeat escalated. She was finally no longer a whore! Well, she'd still get fucked by Ironclaw and could still never regain her status, but she won't be passed around like a prostitute for breeding! But then she looked at her dumb daughter who was replacing her as the whore. Ciara sighed.

"I'm so sorry child." She thought and then moved to cling to Clovis. Clovis looked at Astra pitifully. He could choose only one female. He chose the one who had treated her well and had bonded with him, instead of the one that bitched all the time.

Astra cried angry tears and looked away. She was practically a knight, and yet reduced to this pitiful state in just one night.

"Send each household a daughter of Ciara's." Ironclaw said. "They are all beautiful and young, almost ripe for the taking."

"Yes sir." The clerk and the butler said in unison. Ciara clenched her fists in an unexpressed anger. Clovis stroked her back in a comforting gesture.

"I will definitely bring back your daughters someday and stop this tyranny." He mumbled to Ciara who sighed and leaned against him.

"Alright, no training today. Prepare for the royal ball, Clovis." Ironclaw said. "You will go there with me tonight. And oh, leave Ciara in here. I'm going to record my sex with her."

"Heheh, sir is competing for the ball-gala?" The butler chuckled.

"Yes. I bet no one amidst the participants will have fucked a pregnant woman." Ironclaw smirked.

Clovis did not understand what they were talking about, and soon found himself walking out of the room. The door was shut behind him and immediately Ciara's erotic screams leaked out.

"Kuh! Why does this happen? Why do my women get fucked by other men?" Clovis thought in frustration.

---

"There is something seriously wicked about your sperms." Blackcrow said as he and Carl observed the daughter that Rita had just birthed. Her pregnancy had obviously been boosted just like the last time.

This daughter was a midget! Although she also inherited her mother's beauty, resembling her greatly, her body was too small even after increasing her growth by the Boost spell. Her breasts and hips were massive! Technically they were similar to Bella's, but on her small frame looked much bigger.

"She is also retard like Bella kekeke. Your mother is birthing only fuckdolls like herself kekeke!" Blackcrow said, picking the midget girl up and shoved his penis inside her virgin vagina crudely.

"Oye-oye! You're raping her! She was just born!" Carl protested.

"Born for sex! You should try her pussy too, it's so tight!"

"Kuh!" Carl gritted his teeth, but then immediately groped the midget girls' massive breasts and shoved his penis inside her stuffed vagina too, stretching it beyond limits.

"AHHHHN!" The midget girl screamed. She was possibly 15 years old, but didn't seem retarded; contrary to Blackcrow's claim. There was clarity and fear in her eyes. Unlike Bella and Rita, who were retarded and horny, this girl was perfectly normal and thus Carl had no reason to fuck her. But right now, he was raping his own daughter with no regrets. His personality was getting twisted the more time he spent in Blackcrow's tutelage.

Fwap-fwap-fwap-slosh-slosh-fwap! Lewd sounds occurred, as the two men sandwiched the midget between them and fucked her tight vagina.

"Ahhn! Ahh! Nngah!" The midget screamed and squirted. The first thing she was learning after getting born was sex! And this could not possibly be good for her mental health either but nobody cared. She was just a sexy little fuckdoll to enjoy.

While Carl and Blackcrow raped the midget, Bella gave birth to a baby boy. This was her and Blackcrow's child. He didn't have the signature freckles on his face, and had a wider nose. Black crow casually cast a boost spell + rapid aging spell on the boy and he grew up to resemble his father at the age of 14. And his nature seemed to be similar to Blackcrow too as within minutes, he was fucking Bella while suckling her milky breasts!

Carl ignored everything that was going on around him. He realized at this moment, the depth of sex. It felt too good, too overwhelming, too moving. He was washed away by lust and drowned in pleasure. The midget girl's body was simply too good. Carl didn't have the intense emotional connection with her like he did with Rita, but he felt just as intense the sexual stimulation.

For hours he fucked her in all possible positions even after Blackcrow moved away. Missionary, doggy, spooning, upside down, six-nine, mating press and so on. The girl was so small, he could lift and turn her around anyhow he wanted.

Fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap-plap-plap! Lewd sounds grew faster and faster.

"Ahh! Ahhn! Uoh! Gwah! Hanng!" The midget fuckdoll screamed lewdly; her eyes rolling up and finally getting uncoordinated. Her gaping mouth drooled saliva as she trembled in her father's savage grasp.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Carl released his massive load inside her vagina for the umptieth time. Then he pulled out and stroked his cock, releasing several ropes of semen on his daughter's sexy body.

Since Carl hadn't used a Boost spell this time, the midget girl didn't get pregnant.

"Hehehe, nice, isn't she?" Blackcrow asked as he fucked Rita's mouth while his son fucked her vagina. Rita was getting fucked by her grandson!

Carl sat down on his butt, panting. He felt exhausted and relieved. So much sex had helped him calm down. He looked at his handiwork objectively now. His mother and daughters/sisters had all been fucked up and bred. It was so wrong, and yet it felt so good that Carl barely felt regret. To the contrary, he felt like a man. Powerful, strong, and dominant.

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The ball in the palace began as soon as the night fell. Several wagons were moving on the palace roads. The guests stepped off and entered through the main gate. These guests were high-ranking royal knights, royal mages, the Mage Council- an independent organization of powerful mages, the Merchant Guild's main people, and everybody's companions and assistants. The knights brought their squares, the mages brought their apprentices, the merchants brought their assistants and so on.

Clovis stepped out before Ironclaw. They were both eloquently dressed in noble attire, wearing decorative tunics, gloves and high boots. Their jackets draped behind their backs in a laid-back fashion. They each had one sword only, as this was a ball, not a military meeting.

Clovis watched the palace in awe. This was his first time coming here. He witnessed the regal decorations, and the wonders of art everywhere. The unique designs and patterns on the walls, pillars, floors mesmerized him. Music continuously echoed throughout the palace, amped by magic. The sounds of viola, guitar and cellos created a lovely melody.

Clovis gawked at the beautiful noble ladies who were dressed pompously, with their deep neck bodice and frilly gowns. Their breasts wobbled deliciously; their necks and ears adorned with shining jewelries; their hairs styled in artistic fashions.

Ironclaw noticed Clovis' expressions and smiled. He patted his head and ruffled his hairs like a doting father, and said nothing. Clovis smiled and followed his mentor inside the palace.

If Clovis thought he had seen the beauty of a palace, he was wrong. The interior was many times more beautiful than the exterior. The numerous artworks in the form of paintings, sculptures, fountains, lighting, magic artifacts…made it resemble the idealistic heaven!

There was a boisterous laugh coming from the first-floor gallery where stood King Darius, to be distinguished easily. He was a tall and robust man; though not overly muscular like Ironclaw. The aging King had gray hairs reaching down his shoulders, with bluish tint on them. He had a small beard on his chin, merging with his trimmed mustache. He had a long handsome face with a strong nose, high cheekbones, sharp eyes and arched brows. He exuded strength, vitality and authority.

The guests climbed the gallery stairs from one side, greeted the king, offered him gifts and walked down the other side stairs to join the party at the ground floor where the majority of the people were dancing, eating and drinking. There were several mages as well, easily distinguishable by their long cloaks, hats and magic staffs.

Carl noticed a particularly gorgeous woman talking to the King. She had long black hair with a purplish sheen. Her attire was form-fitting, accentuating her womanly curves. Her turtleneck shirt had a wide cutout in the middle, fully displaying her deep cleavage and showing off her large breasts. Her purple pants stuck to her long legs like second skin, showing off her toned thighs and big perky butt. She had a large purple witch hat on her head and there were several small bats fluttering above her near the roof.

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"What is so funny my King?" The woman asked Darius. "I merely asked for removing the upper limit on donations that our Magic Academy may receive."

"That's what's funny, Anastasia. You already have a legion worth of young mages loyal to this Academy that your Mage Council runs. What is stopping you from militarizing them with no limits on the donations?" The King asked.

"A strong mage community is crucial for any kingdom's survival." Anastasia reasoned. "You are more aware than anyone about the threats that our Urukna faces."

"Precisely why I must reduce the inner threats. One cannot fight on multiple fronts alone." Darius said.

"Your fears are unwarranted," Anastasia huffed, crossing her arms under her large breasts. "Mage Council is your ally. We are all your subjects in your Kingdom."

"I have no fears." Darius looked brazenly at Anastasia's breasts and smiled. "And since you call yourself my subject, why don't you leave with me tonight to my quarters, and I'll see about those donations."

Anastasia's eyebrows arose. The King was asking her to sleep with him for benefits.

"We do need more donations." Her ally mage said and she glared at his impudence.

"We'd love to donate you a lot of money and resources, miss Anastasia." Lucas the merchant guild owner said. He was a blonde chummy man with a handsome face and cunning eyes. "As long as the King permits it we can donate it all to you. In fact, we can discuss the details in a cube right now."

"Now-now, don't eat my dish before me." Darius quipped and everyone chuckled.

Anastasia's face burned with anger. These men were all lecherous!

"The royal mages would love to give you full support too." A mage said.

"The knight households would be happy to receive you as a guest and offer you our forces." A royal knight said. All the men chuckled, ogling Anastasia lustfully.

Surrounded by these depraved men, Anastasia felt revulsed. "Come now. Let's dance while you ponder your priorities." The King stepped forth and slung an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.

Boing…~ Anastasia's large breasts wobbled and squished against Darius' chest.

"He dares touch me?" Anastasia' eyebrows arose. She was easily the strongest female mage in Urukna below the Priestess!

Fwip! Anastasia swirled her magic staff threateningly while glaring at Darius who narrowed his eyes and reached down, grabbing her perky big butt, challenging her.

Suddenly a man snatched Anastasia's staff from her hand. It was her ally, a member of the Mage Council.

"Ken!?" Anastasia glared at him in disbelief.

"It's just a dance. No need for magic." Ken smiled harmlessly. "I'm on your side Anastasia. But you know we can't carry on without more donations."

As the music arose, Darius grabbed Anastasia's hand and began dancing with her. The other men surrounded them, obscuring them from the guests.

"They say you're the strongest female mage in the kingdom after Elysia," Darius smiled; his hand reaching down at Anastasia's ass again, "but I must say you're also the most beautiful female mage after Elysia."

"Hmph, most dangerous too, if pushed too far." Anastasia smiled dangerously.

"I like playing with danger." Darius let go of her hand and grabbed her both hips, squeezing and kneading them.

A crystal ball hovered nearby, recording this perverse dance while staying away from Anastasia's notice.

"You could be a Queen you know." Darius pulled Anastasia even closer, making her breasts squeeze against his strong chest. His breath falling on her face; his lips merely an inch away from hers.

Anastasia gulped and trembled. She was a virgin without a lover. She had never been this close to a man before, let alone the King who was offering her Queenship while grabbing her ass. The sexual intensity of this moment dumbstruck the pretty woman.

Darius smiled. He was an experienced manipulative man. He knew where to hit which woman to make her submit. He put his lips to hers, kissing her deeply.

"Mmmh…" Anastasia moaned against his mouth, struggling to get free but a female even if a mage could never overpower a man like Darius.

"As a Queen you could have access to royal coffers. There would be no end to the support from all the organizations of the kingdom. You could raise your own mage army to aid mine." Darius offered, kissing her repeatedly. Anastasia panted with her eyes closed, giving in to this weak moment.

"Or even as a concubine." Darius smirked. "That would be more in sync with your future sexual adventures, without me risking my reputation." One of his hands traced her back, side and went up to grab a breast, squeezing it lightly.

"Unhand me…" Anastasia said weakly. Her face was rosy and her eyes droopy. She was buzzing with the rush of sexual energy, but her mind was clearing up. "From Queen to concubine, you sure are quick to reduce your offer. I sense lies in your words."

Darius merely chuckled and glared at her, squeezing her breast harder. His other hand gripped her ass tightly. Anastasia struggled against him, aware of his lies. He was just trying to fool her!

The bats fluttering near the ceiling suddenly flew down and attacked Darius, slapping his face with their claws and wings.

"Ugh!" Darius let go of Anastasia and stepped back. A gust of chi from his subordinate knights killed the bats right away.

Anastasia stepped back while glaring at Darius. She turned and walked away. Ken tried to escort her but she pushed him away. Darius tilted his head, looking at her perky big butt jiggling with each step.

"Almost had her." He said and everyone chuckled.

"I'll try to make her see reason, my King." Ken smiled and bowed towards Darius who nodded, appraising this middle-aged mage who was an important member of the Mage Council and now obviously trying to win his favors.

"Your aid is appreciated Ken. Even if she disagrees… I would be satisfied seeing her performance in the next ball-gala." Darius smirked and tossed a ring at Ken who caught it. "You'll get all the reasonable support you might need from my knights and royal mages through it."

"I'd be happy to be of service to my King." Ken bowed and left to stalk Anastasia.

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Suddenly there was a drum roll and all heads turned as an announcement was made.

"Here comes the Priestess of Urukna!"

The guests gasped and awed in unison as an incredibly beautiful milf sauntered in. She had long white hairs tied up in a bun while letting the back hairs fall freely down to her waist. Her fully white dress made her look more like a bride, than a priestess. Her assets were divine and at once, even the musicians paused to gawk at her.

Clack-clack-clack… Elysia's heels clacked on the floor. She smiled with her rose-painted full lips, revealing her pearly teeth. She was wearing no makeup other than the lip paint. From her ears dangled crescent moon shaped earrings. A pearl necklace adorned her long slender neck. These pearls looked exactly like full moons.

Unlike her usual non-existent slutty attire in the temple, Elysia was currently wearing proper clothes. Her dress was figure-hugging with a lacy strapless blouse, barely containing her massive breasts. Her white bra was visible and added a sexy charm to her. Her deep cleavage was still visible but her lower body was fully covered in a proper long skirt. Her big wide hips moved side to side as she walked.

A musical note played out, breaking everyone's trance. Clovis blinked awake too and then his eyes widened, looking at the girl that accompanied the Priestess.

Eva walked timidly, blushing and keeping her eyes down. She displayed a natural sweetness. Her silvery hairs were let loose but the front tresses were braided and tied around her forehead like a crown.

She had light makeup on, highlighting her innocent beauty. She was wearing an impossible clothing! A flimsy translucent blouse with only a thin lace tied around her back, keeping it in position. It was tailored in such a way that it accommodated her nipples, revealing their length and size to the viewers. The front part had a large oval cutout deliberately made to show a glimpse of her large pink areolas coupled with her indecent cleavage. Her navel was painted with crescent moon patterns.

Eva was wearing white translucent pants that clung to her lower body, showing off her meaty thighs and big fat hips. If she bent over, one could clearly see the shape of her pussy! The translucent pants made it obvious that she was wearing no panties inside! Her vaginal wound was a delicacy to watch for the perverted. This slutty attire was chosen by Elysia to show off Eva's feminine assets and gain her admirers. She was the future Priestess. She had to be sexy with a huge fan following!

Clovis's heart boomed in his chest. He felt elated and thrilled to see Eva. Even his penis turned erect, looking at her in such clothes. He had an indecent thought of having sex with her! Then he flustered, looking around and finding numerous men looking at Eva equally lustfully. He frowned.

"Priestess!" Anastasia greeted Elysia.

"Anastasia." Elysia beamed and spoke lightly. "You've grown bigger. Are you using the spells I gave you?" Elysia casually fondled the witch's left breast playfully. Anastasia blushed.

"The spells have been effective but if you cast them yourself, they could have double the impact." Anastasia said.

"My duties at the temple keep me busy. But I'm trying to free up some time." Elysia answered.

"I see. Well, my nipples still feel irritated at times." Anastasia whispered audibly.

"Oh? They need to be punished." Elysia grinned. "You must have many men in the Council to help you with it."

"I'm not aiming to get fucked before marriage. Brothel awaits otherwise." Anastasia blushed.

"Oh you..! Just keep pinching the nipples then. It will help." Elysia said. The two women then parted and Elysia took Eva towards the gallery stairs to greet the King.

Men of culture would think that Elysia's conversation with Anastasia was about breasts and nipples, but actually they were talking cryptically.

The 'growing breasts' meant Anastasia's influence in the Magic Council. The 'spells' were Elysia's guidelines to her. The 'irritated nipples' were the disgruntled members who didn't like Anastasia's authority, and Elysia's suggestion was to use her supporters to deal with the disgruntled mages but Anastasia feared it would lead to mutiny and fuck her up. Thus, ultimately Elysia suggested keeping those disgruntled members under tight scrutiny and busy so they'd have little chance at pulling something.

Elysia was apparently in deep with the Mage Council and possibly had direct influence over its leader Anastasia! She was building her own force right under the King's nose!

"Did you hear them? What sluts…" Blackcrow scoffed, talking to Clovis. "That purple mage was Anastasia, the leader of the Magic Council. A very powerful woman. The King doesn't like her and her council because of their rising prowess and dubious political interests. Consider Mage Council members as your potential enemies.

"But honestly, I've had my eyes on her for a while. A powerful woman like her is bound to get raped and shamed in a ball-gala eventually. Might as well be by me." Ironclaw said with aggressive lust. Clovis flinched. He realized more and more that Ironclaw was not an ideal knight.

"Go chase after your girl. This is a good opportunity to talk to her." Ironclaw said after some thought. He meant Eva, having seen her and known Clovis' feelings for her.

"Yes sir." Clovis left immediately.

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"Priestess Elysia. Good to see you!" Someone spoke from the little crowd that surrounded Elysia near the stairs to greet her.

"You finally came out of that temple hehe." Another person said.

"When can we expect a sermon from you?"

"Priestess, I invite you to my mansion!"

"Priestess! Priestess!"

The King watched from above darkly.

"Is this the next Priestess in line? We had heard rumors." Someone beamed at Eva.

"Oh she is so pretty! I wish I had fat hips like her." A jealous lady said, ogling Eva's lewd bottom.

"She looks like your daughter, Priestess, hehe."

"Hey future Priestess, let's dance."

"Ara-ara~ Eva is introverted. You'd have to try harder to make her dance with you." Elysia smiled, pulling Eva closer to her protectively. Though her hand rested on her fat hip, squeezing it suggestively.

Elysia was actually presenting Eva as her successor by being protective of her, while also displaying her top-notch beauty to invoke lust in lecherous men. To bear the mantle of a Priestess, Eva had to be charming, lusty and desired by the populous. What better way to do that than by showing off her beauty? Add cuteness and shyness on top and men would lose their hearts to Eva.

"Priestess, welcome to the ball." Prime Minister Roland came up smilingly. He was wearing his finest clothes and still looked ugly. He ogled Elysia brazenly but felt disappointed that she was mostly covered up. A Priestess had to keep up modesty and purity in gatherings like this. "Thank you for the Moon Goddess statue. My father has been praying to it nonstop."

"Fufufu, good for him. What about you though. Are you enjoying worshiping it too?" Elysia asked mischievously. The worship here meant fucking. The Moon Goddess statue had been turned into a sex doll by Elysia earlier.

"Oh, I grew tired of that. I'd rather worship you now." Roland smiled uglily.

"Ow, aren't you sweet?" Elysia blushed. Roland's eyes then fell upon Eva and his gaze heated up. He licked his fat lips and smiled.

"Is this the girl?" He asked, ogling Eva's big breasts.

"Yes. Why don't you acquaint yourself with her over a dance?" Elysia said, slapping Eva's butt and pushing her towards Roland. Then she bent and whispered something in Eva's ear.

"It'd be my pleasure!" Roland bravely put his hand on Eva's waist and pulled her away. "Come young lady."

Elysia made more talks with her greeters and then climbed up the staircase. She glanced at Eva dancing with Roland and sighed. She wanted to protect her but she still ended up giving her to a pervert. Only someone of influence like the Prime Minister could be used to justify Eva's inability to meet the King.

"No way in hell I'm letting the King meet Eva. There's no telling what he can do." Elysia thought; her gaze meeting the King's cold one.

"Greetings, King Darius." Elysia smiled as she reached him and did a courtesy.

"Priestess Elysia." The King smiled. "You're wearing clothes today?"

Elysia snorted. The few people around the King had mocking or surprised expressions. Some of them were merchants, some knights and some mages.

Darius stepped forth, hugging Elysia's waist and kissing her cheeks in turn. He was the only one who could dare, because the law didn't apply to him. A Priestess was untouchable for all men, but a King was exempted. This was how there was a long history of the kings exploiting and molesting the Priestesses.

Darius then slung his arm behind her back and caressed her huge hips, letting the men see that he held power over the Priestess. "Hmm, your ass has grown bigger than the last time I explored it." He said.

"I sense the same about your ego, brother." Elysia retorted, pushing away his hand. The two of them glared at each other. The others watched this playful exchange of animosity. Darius was apparently trying to shame the Priestess but she pointed out her relation with him to paint him as incestuously wicked.

Elysia was Darius' half-sister. Darius' father- the former king had raped the former Priestess who then gave birth to Elysia. Everyone knew it.

As for Darius claiming he had explored Elysia's ass; well, he was her first man. He had anally raped her when she was 12 years old, and continued to do so every other day for years until his military training pulled him away from the palace. Anyway, Darius and Elysia had a long history.

"Why didn't you bring your disciple to me? The future Priestess?" Darius asked threateningly.

"As you can see, the Prime Minister got to her first." Eysia waved her hand towards Roland who was dancing with Eva.

"Hmph. I'll meet her later tonight in private then." Darius said. Elysia's gaze darkened.

"Eva is the future Priestess. I am responsible for everything about her. I'll introduce her to you when she's ready." Elysia warned him. This was brave of her.

"She is not even a proper nun yet. The laws of untouchability don't yet apply to her. You may leave her in my care. I took good care of you when you were her age too, didn't I? We had so much fun every night." Darius mocked.

"…You shall meet her at this party. No worries." Elysia gave in, dealing a passive defensive move. She could not possibly let the King get Eva in privacy. He would definitely rape her!

Darius snorted and turned towards the guest at the floor below. "Welcome everyone!" He exclaimed and everyone cheered and clapped before falling silent.

"Tonight is yet another good night to celebrate the peace and harmony amidst the different classes in our society, the concluding strength of our kingdom, and the bright future of our next generations. Let us begin the ball-gala and appreciate the pure pleasures of the living."

As the guests clapped, a royal mage stepped forth beside the King and raised his crystal ball up on his palm. A spell was cast and a large realistic 3d projection of water waves emerged in the air.

"Many of you have submitted your works. Let us watch them and then vote for the winner this year." Darius smiled. The lights in the hall dimmed and the water waves in the projection were replaced by a video of a red haired pregnant milf with huge milky breasts and wide hips. Ironclaw was fucking her intensely.

This was the ball-gala. All these royal knights, mages, and other influential people would submit their best recorded sex session and it would be watched by everyone. Then they would vote for the best one and the king would reward the winner with gold.

This ball-gala culture was invented by some ancient King, with the sole intention of humiliating women who had potential. Strong female knights, obnoxious female mages, successful female merchants and so on. Men of all classes tried all kinds of ways to fuck these women and record their videos in magical crystal balls to shame them in ball-galas. Recording sex without consent was legal.

Clovis watched the video while clenching his fists. He hated it that everyone was watching his woman Ciara get raped!

After Ciara, next was a dark-skinned female knight fooled into having sex by a mage. She had huge breasts and ass. A tough muscular body otherwise.

Then there was a video of the fat Merchant Guild leader Lucas fucking his market competitor, a blonde chubby milf.

Then of Roland fucking a beautiful mature woman who turned out to be a ministress!

Then there was a video of a young female knight-squire getting raped by her mentor.

"Great performance with Lady Ciara." Ken said, approaching Ironclaw. They knew each other by reputation.

"Thank you." Ironclaw smiled.

"I'm Ken." Ken offered his hand. The king's ring flashing on his index finger. Ironclaw raised his eyebrows and nodded in understanding. He shook his hand strongly and beamed.

"I heard you mention our leader Anastasia to that boy." Ken muttered while gazing at the sexual videos.

"And?" Ironclaw asked.

"I am certain I can help you win the next ball-gala with her." Ken smirked.

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"Turned on yet?" Darius asked lightly as he groped Elysia's ass.

"Get your hands off me you bastard." Elysia growled in his mind, using a spell. "This is a royal ball! Everyone is watching!"

"Hehe, very soon, you'd have everyone else' hands on you." Darius said in his mind viciously, knowing that Elysia could hear his thoughts.

"Watch this." He signaled another royal mage who came closer and showed Elysia a crystal ball that displayed a certain scene in it.

Elysia's gaze widened in shock. It was the video of her turning Moon Goddess' statue into a sex doll, spreading its vaginal lips and snickering!

"You chewed up more than you could swallow." Darius snorted. "Did you think you'll keep gaining supporters right under my nose and I won't find out?"

Elysia glared in Roland's direction. The little snitch who had betrayed her! But Darius pulled her face towards him by the chin and growled inwardly, "Now do as I tell you to. Otherwise, the whole kingdom will demand your head on a pike, or your conversion into a sex doll yourself as punishment for having desecrated the Moon Goddess."

Elysia gulped. She knew she was fucked.