Debauchery Under the Moonlight III

The perilous charm that ensnared her senses. To the point she has forgotten all about Luca's plight.

The conversation between her son and Nuu buzzed in the background, their words forming a distant hum. Despite her attempts to focus, she found herself unable to resist the intoxicating pull of his sweet nectar. It led her into a realm of madness, captivating her attention completely.

'A shame, I can't take her officially?' 

Nuu reclined in the solitude of the gazebo, aware of Yvette's presence

Nuu aura, like an open book, made no attempt to conceal itself. Yet, perplexingly, Nuu paid no heed to Yvette, the unfortunate woman who had languished in the accursed dungeon for weeks without a single visitor, and only issued the most basic assortment of meals: Sardines, bread and cheese.

As the moonlit night unfolded its silvery tendrils, Nuu contemplated the passing days.

"Yvette can certainly wait a few more days," he mused, savoring the rich aroma of his wine.

"Tonight, I must indulge in my spoils. It seems Nathan's sister isn't present" Nuu lamented, He somewhat guesses to whom he owed this little interference. 

"She sure loves ruining a man's reverie….Don't you agree Oslo?" Only for Nuu to get a purred in return

Nuu found himself in the company of a sleek black cat, a silent companion in the symphony of the night.

Half an hour later, a vision of oriental grace adorned the entrance – Consort Lia, a woman whose beauty was rather unique for the Central Continent. 

Lia originating from the mysterious Eastern Continent, famed for its Grottos, peculiar creatures, and mystical beings.

Hushed murmurs hinted at the existence of ancient wingless dragons, ruling over expansive territories for a million years. With islands perched upon the backs of behemoth Sea Cows gliding through the Sea of Whispers.

Eastern people are characterized by two distinct features: their monolid eyes and chromatic hair. 

In the daylight hours, their tresses retained their enigmatic allure, donning a standard raven jet-black shade. 

Lia's blooming hair became a mesmerizing cascade of cherry blossoms, each strand a unique expression. 

The exotic Lia's charm was further accentuated by her endearing dimples.

"You've grown more enchanting since our last meeting," Nuu observed, his hands delicately cradling the curves of Lia's plump ass. Adorned in a sleek black silk robe, it gracefully highlighted her assets.

'The exotic Lia, standing at an imposing 183 cm, effortlessly captured Nuu's attention. Her mischievous gaze met his.

"Indeed, you've grown bolder. So, what reward does a married man desire?" Lia asserted confidently, her words carrying an intriguing undertone.

"I see that venomous tongue of yours hasn't lost its touch," Nuu chuckled, casually taking another sip as he absentmindedly stroked Oslo, the cat, who purred contentedly in his lap.

"Our relationship is more intricate than that, wouldn't you agree, Nuu? Or will you and your brothers continue pretending?" Lia nonchalantly loosened her robe, revealing a sight that was nothing short of captivating.

Lia's grip tightened around Nuu's balls.

"Aren't you a little too excited?" Nuu grimaced; this woman was undeniably unpredictable.

In a minute, she had already laid claim to his manhood as if it were her exclusive property.

'I take it she has seen Berta and Priscilla. Lia was always the possessive type, like Sage!' Nuu lamented. Instead of dominating the situation, It's Lia leading the charge. 

Lia's body seamlessly melded against his, causing both of them to tumble to the floor. This spirited woman had already mounted the stallion.

"It has become increasingly absurd, nearly reaching the span of my forearm," Lia remarked, savoring another bite from the tip.

Oslo swiftly disentangled herself from Nuu's lap, darting away. As the cat made her exit.

Lia found herself immersed in a cascade of memories. Her mind ventured into the hidden corners of the past—moments of overwhelming passion, her back arched, ensnared by none other than Bervin's twins as they took turns. 

No other men could satiate her desires quite like them. Not even her late husband or Prince Ergon, with his notorious womanizing escapades, could compare. 

These brothers possessed an unparalleled skill in the art of transforming virtuous women into a common whore, a talent that left Lia longing for more.

"It seems 'he's' as thrilled as ever, it's regrettable that Oga isn't present, so where is he?" Lia inquired 

"Bervin!"

"But why….does he not know he's missing out?" Lia exclaimed, gracefully settling onto Nuu's staff, her hips assuming control. However, Nuu was not one to just lie down.

"....."

 The resonant collision of flesh reverberated through the garden. Each thrust caused her cherry to bloom, for the next two hours. 

Nuu's senses heightened as Lia's rhythmic movements created a symphony of desire, each thrust causing a gentle constriction around his shaft.

A playful grin adorned his lips, reflecting the mischievous dance unfolding between them. The air became charged with the crescendo of Lia's ecstatic cries.

The passage of time was marked only by the fading echoes of their naked flesh, and as the minutes slipped away, Nuu unrelenting torrential batter bathed Lia's womb.

 "Lia, you've had your moment of delight. Now, let's engage in conversation, You sly fox, you won't be getting a son from me anytime soon!" Nuu smirk.

Lia, still reveling in the afterglow, playfully retorted, "Hmm, you're such a killjoy. Don't be too sure of yourself, this big fella is mine, it has been too long, so just talk…I will listen." With a languid motion, she savored each droplet of their shared pleasure, as her hands continue to stroke and suck his cock. 

*Glug*

*Glug*

"You and Caterina, it's like an endless comedy show. Did you seriously whip out a bowl?" Nuu found himself torn between laughter and tears.

"Humph, you're the one pushing the limits. Why is this deal only on the table for her and not me?" Lia inquired.

"Didn't take you as the type to work for others?" Nuu posed the question, gently running his fingers through Lia's hair.

"Ah, now that you mention it, you're not mistaken. Let's be honest here. I happened to witness Caterina indulging in an unusual white elixir.

Miraculously, her E-cup transformed into an H-cup. Can you fathom the absurd size her bosom has reached? Now, she strolls through the castle like a sanctified maiden, endeavoring to conceal those ample assets. Pray, what manner of milk did you bestow upon this lady?" 

"You're clutching it!" Nuu quipped.

"That's ridiculous. How can this increase her breasts? I would admit your nectar has taken a qualitative change for the better, but that can't be, could it?" The confusion on Lia's face said it all, yet her hands never stopped jerking Nuu off.

"If you're that curious, go ask her yourself. But I don't believe she's a fan of you at the moment. And you know how I hate when my two favorite ladies aren't getting along," Nuu said.

"Sighed, so it's about Berkin hun..." Lia looked up.

"Well, it's not that hard to figure out that Berkin didn't attempt to hide his awakening. He's simply lucky that Zamira wasn't here!" Nuu said.

"Zamira?" Lia's confusion said it all.

"Oh, so you didn't know her true name? It's the Elder of House Maverik and now the wife of Oga"

"Oga got married to a member of our House?" Lia couldn't help herself.

" As a long-time friend, listen carefully. Tell the idiot to lay low. The Khan's Bloodline within him, he should never disclose it in front of that woman, if she ever asks where he acquired it, say it's a variant from the Valley of Despair."

"Why would she care?" Lia inquired 

"The blood flowing in him is detested by that woman; Her hatred towards the Khan goes back four generations. If Zamira ever finds out that the Master of this House is the bastard of Khan, your and his head will roll.

Not even Oga must know about this, I love my brother but he's a man of tradition, he won't take your side, even if his wife wasn't Zamira." Nuu advice

"Can't I have Berkin step down, even if I have to beat sense into the idiot!" Lia's countenance became grave.

"Calm down, the result should have reached Zamira's ears, so it's too late for him to step down. However, going forward, he must live as a true Maverik, never disclosing the truth of his father to anyone. When he and Zamira meet up, his only words should be loyalty to House Maverik, if she asks the question to whom he owes loyalty."

"...."

"The idiotic brat simply doesn't listen to me. Caterina and I already had a deal, yet the dumb kid went and won the battle! But Caterina won't let this go."

"I have taken care of Caterina and Luca; he won't come after your boy and will accept the result, I will make sure of it.

The deal I gave to him is worth more than being a figurehead of a lowly Viscount House. Your brat, going forward, must show generosity by pardoning the offspring of his father. You get what I mean?" Nuu said.

"Thank you so much, Nuu. I won't forget this!"

"What's there to be thankful for? We're friends. Just leave your bedroom door open two days from now," Nuu suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Lia, her curiosity piqued, questioned, "Why two days, and not tonight?"

"Caterina is scheduled for training!" Nuu responded, his grin widening. "It's time for you to return, send out Consort Guila. It's time she repaid the favor for Jard!"

A playful banter unfolded as Lia teased, "What I heard was Oga that drop-off Jard."

Nuu, unfazed, retorted, "It makes no difference if you don't tell... I won't."

"You're so evil. Do you plan to ravish all of Nathan's women? Berkin hasn't even made a deal with any of them yet. Are you going to cuck my boy?"

"That seems like your boy problem. Once I have my fun, he can make all the deals for all I care," Nuu replied with nonchalance.

Before Lia could continue her protest, a procession of exquisitely dressed women gracefully emerged through the grand double doors. Cloaked in harmonizing hues, they embodied a period of mourning, constrained to wearing black for the ensuing six months.

"It appears your assistance won't be necessary. Not only is Guila present, but also Concubine Inessa and Dunja..."

These captivating beauties rendered Lia momentarily speechless. The clamorous banshee-like cries of Nuu in their backyard compelled them to investigate.

To their astonishment, they discovered Consort Lia standing in the open, entirely unclothed and adorned with semen. However, that was not the sole focal point of the night.

In the midst of it all stood an Adonis as if sculpted by the divine hands of a god, unabashedly nude, a sizable appendage hanging gracefully between his legs.

The ladies, seemingly indifferent to Lia's predicament, were wholly fixated on Nuu. With piercing death stares directed at Lia, it was evident she had returned to relish in the feast of her life.

"Lia, you cunning bitch, pray tell, who might this gentleman be?" The 176 cm Guila inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"The brother of the man aiding your son—Lord Nuu!" The annoyance in Lia's voice reverberated through the air.

Nuu wasted no time with formalities as he gracefully approached Guila, a woman barely reaching up to his waist.

Standing before her in his birthday suit, he boldly asked for her hand, "You're truly exquisite, Lady Guila, or would you prefer just Guila?" Nuu inquired.

"Whatever suits you, Lord Nuu." A reddish hue spread across the curvaceous, olive beauty before him.

"Guila it is…forgive me, it seems I'm a little underdressed," Nuu jests, eliciting giggles from the two other women, their eyes never straying from his package.

"Oh my, where are my manners? You must be Concubine Inessa—such a pretty name. I had the pleasure of meeting your daughter Myra."

"Did you? I hope she wasn't too much trouble." Inessa extended her hands in greeting.

"Of course not. She was a delight to have around!" Nuu replied.

"You're quite the charmer!" Inessa continued to gaze at Nuu's form, her eyes never lifting to meet his.

And you must be Concubine Dunja..." Yet, what ensued caught everyone off guard, rendering them utterly astonished.

Contrary to the expected social niceties, Dunja refrained from the conventional handshake or polite greeting. Instead, with audacious boldness, she seized Nuu's lips, leaving no room for conjecture.

Her actions, shamelessly executed, were accompanied by the placement of her hands upon the gentleman's lengthy member.

"I prefer to be direct," Dunja lick her lips

Nuu chuckled. "Well, ladies, come and join me, the night is still young let's enjoy the night air." 

Not long after a glass of Chateau La Fati was poured into everyone's chalice, and laughter filled the atmosphere, Nuu and Lia were no longer the only ones nude. 

"How does this drinking game work?" Guila inquired.

"...."

Guila found herself contorted, her ankles positioned behind her head, and her senses overwhelmed by the rhythmic force of each passionate thrust. 

The intensity reached a point where she involuntarily found herself foaming at the mouth, pleading for her dear life. 

Meanwhile, Dunja, the spirited woman, found herself draped over a chair, while Nuu pounded her asshole into a puddle. 

Inessa became so terrified of the bestial noises bellowing from Dunja, she pleaded for Nuu to settle for a blowjob to end the night leaving Lia in tears of laughter. 

As night drew to a close and Nuu rested upon Caterina's bed, the woman beside him could no longer move, Caterian became bedridden for a month, post-Nuu's departure. 

As Nuu's visitation drew its curtain, the man kept his word and cucked Luca before his offspring, as his wife cried out in pure ecstasy, the worst of it being his eldest daughter would service Nuu for the next two days, as he bore witness to his 'Father' repeatedly plow his wife and daughter.

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A week slipped away, and beneath the expansive heavens, two men, their backs adorned with wings and flames, accompanied by a woman, found themselves gazing upon a breathtaking landscape.

The vast panorama stretched out before them, stealing the breath of any observer. Five colossal plates spun gracefully around a gargantuan mass, akin to a celestial body orbiting the sun.

Amidst this awe-inspiring scene, the homelands of Oga and Nuu took center stage. Drums and trumpets echoed in a melodic welcome, serenading their triumphant return. Broken Starfield, after a hiatus of more than fifteen years, finally embraced them back into the warmth of home.