An expensive vase smashed against the blue elegant walls, flowers fluttered through the air slowly. Several maids looked nervous, rushing to clean the ss. They couldn't stop the man who was a valued guest of their master.
"What do you an Odette is no longer pure? Which bastard fucked my woman?!" Dirk said with deep anger.
His dark, ssy hair filled with dandruff and grease. He was supposed to have sex with his fiancé and gain great power this weekend, but now suddenly she has vanished and gave her cherry to another man! He was livid and destroyed the Von Conzelmann mansion.
He looked forward, hoping for justice. His father was inside the eting room behind the large brown doors.
Inside the room, grand black and silver walls adorned with priceless art. Which painted grand battles of past wars and beautiful maidens from the Von Conzelmann family in the past. In the centre, a beautiful dark brown table longer than five tres. Several n were sitting at the table. His father, with other rchants with who looked furious.
Odette's adoptive father, Karl Von Conzelmann, sat in the head seat. He stared at the n. This was never his fault. That hybrid would always follow his wishes in the past. His thoughts were that useless kid fucked it up sohow. They put her in a slave collar, stopping her from seeing the Schwartz boy.
"I don't know what to say. It's not my fault your useless son couldn't bed her, right? Our family even went as far as attaching a slave collar to her, stopping her from eting that boy from the Schwartz couple." Karl said in a resolute voice. He did not wish to treat Odette like that. If he didn't rise soon, they would replace the Von Conzelmann family. She was an easy chip to cast aside.
"Who is useless!? You damn old fox! We had a deal, I won't allow this." Dirk's father said with a loud roar. He acted identically to his pathetic son, banging the table in anger.
Karl looked with cold eyes towards the n that beca rowdy. He no longer cared about the damn evidence these trash held. His hand lifted into the air and swirled in a circle.
Suddenly, many shadows appeared, surrounding both the Earl and the rchants in a flash. They wore full butler attire. Which shocked the rchants. As they feared the butlers. These n were the Earl's protectors, who would follow his every command.
His pale blue eyes glanced over the rchants once more. Now shuddering in place, filled with terror. He gave a deep sigh and felt like a useless man.
—|Karl: 'These useless bastards controlled my family for so long? What a useless man. No wonder that woman didn't sleep with and made a child elsewhere. Doesn't she realise I am infertile… Haha, at least that little tabby was adorable.'
Monts later, two butlers tossed Dirk and his fat father onto the street. Their face filled with bruising and cuts. Karl could never repair the damage he caused and would accept anything that Odette decided, even taking his own life.
Inside a small room in the Von Conzelmann mansion, Karl sat in a large padded chair, surrounded by books in his special study. He began writing on a parchnt which seed to be stamped with the official Von Conzelmann seal.
— I Karl Von Conzelmann IV,
Renounce my claim of the Earl title from this mont onwards. I Relinquish all honours and future succession to my loyal daughter Odette Von Conzelmann. Thus, from the mont this letter reaches your majesty. She will be the next Earl of our family.
Hence, forthcoming all responsibility of defending the city from dungeons will fall on her shoulders. I ask that you permit her a ti limit of one year, to show how capable she can be.
As an old friend and comrade. This is my last request before I take my final breaths. Ignore any claims from my wives as none of their children are of my seed. We both know what happened during that battle. Which rendered infertile.
Dear friend, I will try to visit before the last monts of this demonic curse eat away at . As I pray, my sanity and human mind remain that long. I only hope that you have forgiven yourself, as it was my duty to protect you as my prince and close brother!
Take care of your cute daughter's or my amazing son-in-law might just steal them too!
Karl
|/
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Karl leaned back, a small pipe in his mouth blowing a grey smoke ring beside the crackling fire. As he looked out of the dark stained glass window. Many pictures of the cute Odette as a young girl and Zera chasing her painted beside it scattered on the walls. The window itself a portrait of the two daughters supporting each other.
"There is no convenient ending. Nor can I ask for forgiveness. Despite my actions being affected by this demonic curse embedded in my heart. All those horrible deeds and words, your father rembers them all. With my last monts of clarity… A last flash before I am consud by darkness… Odette, Zera… Please find happiness. Your father will take responsibility for everything."
On the desk was another open letter. He could read only a few details from it. But one line was rather interesting. As he chuckled, in his last monts before falling into evil, he could act like a father for the first ti…
— We have accepted your request to change the punishnt of student Vincent Schwartz. We have cancelled all plans of termination and will only suspend him at worst.
——|anwhile at the Kirchwey residence|——
"Oi, this wasn't what you promised!" said a balding, fat rchant. Who pointed towards Dirk and his father filled with rage.
Dirk looked sour, his hands clenching tightly as blood dripped onto his carpet. He acted like he didn't care and she was just a woman for his gain. He loved her so much, hiding it deeply. It has been many years since pretending to be cool, not beating the dirty sewer rat.
—|Dirk: 'Was it him? Did you enjoy his massive dick, you filthy little slut!? All those years I treated you like a queen and that bastard that played petty tricks and pulled down your pants as kids? Why! Is a big dick and handso face better than an affluent family and future!?'
He looked towards his stupid father, who ended up signing several contracts that favoured the other rchants. His beloved father forced into a pathetic state. Even though he knew his mother was sleeping with several of the workers and servants, he remained silent.
"Father!"
"What do you want? This is all your damn fault. How incompetent can you be? Just because your cock is tiny, you could have just pushed her down! There wouldn't have even been any pain from your pathetic micro dick!"
His father breathed deeply, veins bulging from his face turning bright pink. He tried to hit his son, only for Dirk to grasp his wrist and tighten the grip and throw his father onto the ground, before he began kicking him repeatedly.
"How dare you!"
"I Loved her so much!"
"Then Believed your stupid advice to play it cool!"
"Look now! Her cunt is probably so loose I couldn't touch the sides!"
"You fat, useless fuck!"
Dirk slamd his father's fat body with his feet each ti he spoke. A burning rage inside his body. The image of Odette panting in delight from that huge rod as she called Vincent's na fuelled him to keep kicking and stomping his father's face and body.
Suddenly, his dad stopped moving and barely continued breathing. Blood poured from his nose and lips with broken jaw and shattered eyes that were swollen and deep purple. Dirk began breathing erratically as his pants sprang a miniature tent from the image replaying in his mind.
"Fuck!"
"Why did I cum from that damn image… What's wrong with …"
— Cuckold Talent gained
You feel sexual excitent from watching the won you love and care for, railed by other n.
What a pathetic loser you are!
The goddess of contempt enjoys your plight.
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Dirk fell to his knees as tears dropped from his eyes. As Odette mocked him, a dirty wet patch oozing from his crotch in tiny amounts in his mind. Little did he know that, in reality, his beloved won was now exploring the dungeon with litres of Vincent's thick milk inside her, sealed with a plug like a pervert.
"My Odette…. I will take you back…. All I have to do is kill Vincent… Oh god please stop…. I don't want to cum from her being fucked by him anymore…"
Despite both their master's being so injured, the slaves who acted like maids and butlers just continued on and ignored the two n who sobbed in the lounge.
His father's won just scoffed before leaving, wearing sensual clothes and thick perfu. Which showed father and son were quite similar.
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