Chapter 14

Crestlight Cove, the Kingdom of Wuthia, 1126

Richard Laenas (Marak Faerson)

That couldn’t be her.

That couldn’t be the mother who raised us.

But the more I stared at the scene before me, there was no doubt that the figure that lay in the bed was our mother, yet she had changed beyond recognition.

The figure on the bed was draped in shadow, her body gleaming with a sheen that caught the torchlight like molten glass. Her form was ... wrong—grotesque and mesmerizing in the same breath. Her belly was swollen, distended beyond any natural measure, pulsing faintly as if with life of its own. From her chest spilled not two but many breasts, full and heavy, glistening with that slime which coated her entire frame. The scent of it was sharp, intoxicating, sickly sweet.

Each breast was being fondled and sucked upon by the young naked men who ravished her; nursed on her titties as if she were their mother.

And her face.

Her face was still hers. My mother’s.

The same high cheekbones, the familiar curve of her lips—even her eyes, though glowing faintly with something unnatural, held a trace of the woman who had once cradled me in gentler years.

“M ... Mother?” I croaked through the gag, my voice muffled but trembling.

Beside me, Mabel still sobbed in her hands, too ashamed or broken to face what was in front of us. I wanted to reach out to hold her, shield her from this wicked sight, but at last, I can only stare and watch this ... monstrous figure of a mother being ravished by young men, all seen to be addicted to her.

I only watched in horror as one of the young men rammed his hard dick into her wide pussy, pumping and filling her with cum, while she slurped up the slime that coated her body. He shuddered with each lick, causing him to pour more cum into her pussy. But can it still be called that?

It was like a fleshy, gaping hole underneath her swollen belly, clenching and aching with each dick that was placed inside of it, latching on to it, and viciously sucked upon it, causing groans and moans to come from the young men.

I couldn’t move. My entire body was frozen as I stared at her. My mother—transformed into some monstrous idol of flesh and fertility, writhing faintly as every hole she had was rammed with young dick. And yet ... she was still beautiful in a way that made me sick to my soul.

Memories clawed at me—her voice singing softly by firelight, her hands weaving flowers into Mabel’s hair, her laughter echoing in the manor halls. Now all of that twisted, buried beneath this ... thing.

“No...” I rasped, shaking my head violently. My bonds dug deeper into my skin as I struggled. “This isn’t her. This cannot be her!”

But my heart knew. The same way Mabel buried her face confirmed the truth, though she trembled to admit it.

The leader of the bandits stood in front of us, his jagged hair damp with sweat and his smile cruel. “I came upon her when I got separated from the raiding party at Freymount,” he said, pride mingling in his tone. “She was like a goddess that has just descended from the sky, and her beauty, beyond anything I had ever seen. I just had to have her. And so, I did. Over and over and over again.”

I continued to shake my head violently, wanting to rip my ears from my head instead of hearing this leader’s words.

“I couldn’t get enough of her,” he continued. “I brought her back to our camp, but I only shared her with a few of my friends, who, like me, couldn’t get enough of her as well. We hid her away from the rest, and it wasn’t until I decided to leave and start a clan of my own that I let the rest of the men who followed have their way with her.”

“No...” I rasped.

Every strength was breaking in me.

“But just as she gave us divine pleasure,” he continued, his voice a dark purr, “she also gave us something we didn’t know we needed ... a motherly love. Distorted and corrupted, yes, but still, a motherly love. She took us as her sons and lovers, and we took her as our mother that we will never stop fucking!”

He leaned close to us. “Don’t you see? Your mother is finally free to be what she truly is. Don’t be in despair, my dear brother. Rejoice! And welcome our mother with unrelenting lust!”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. From the slime dripping in ropes from her fingers, from the rise and fall of that grotesque, swollen belly. From her lips that parted slightly, a faint moan escaped—a sound that was half pleasure, half wanting.

Mabel slowly raised her sobbing face from her face, her entire frame shaking at the horror before her. I wanted to call her, to anchor her, but my voice failed me.

For the first time since this cursed journey began, I felt it: true, unshakable fear.

One after one, the men pumped their load into her pussy, giving everything they had to her, which caused her to moan and groan with each load she received. Once pumping inside her, they grind themselves up and down her slimy body, humping and grinding in a wild frenzy, like they were possessed.

Her head lifted from the pillow, strands of slime-clumped hair sticking to her cheeks. Those dark eyes fixed on me first, then on Mabel. My chest clenched so tight I could barely breathe.

“Richard...” Her voice was both achingly familiar and terrifying, layered with a husky resonance, as though two tones spoke at once—the mother who had once kissed my brow, and something far darker, lustful. “Mabel...”

Mabel gasped softly beside me, her bound body stiffening.

“You came ... just as I knew you would.”

Every instinct in me screamed to deny her, to reject the sound of her voice—but the part of me that had starved for her presence since childhood ached to rush forward, to fall at her side, no matter what she had become.

“You look upon me and see corruption,” she said, her distended belly shifting slightly as if something within stirred. “But this is no curse. This is freedom.” She spread her arms, slime dripping from her fingers like strands of silk. “I am unshackled, no longer fighting what cannot be fought. The hunger that burned in me ... it blossomed. And now I am whole.”

My throat worked, but no words would come.

She smiled then—warm and maternal, a smile that cut me more deeply than any knife. “The boys you see around you,” she said, gesturing toward the leader, who stood proudly before us, “they are mine now. My sons, your new brothers. They feast upon my pussy, drinking from breasts, fuck me like the many whores they bedded, they live without restraint.”

Her gaze softened as it lingered on Mabel. “And you, my daughter ... so strong, so bright. Yet still you cling to shame. Deny it no longer. Yield. Let the darkness rise. Become as I am.”

Finally, her eyes locked on me. I felt them burn straight through me, like molten iron poured into my veins. “Richard ... my beautiful boy. You know what I speak is true. Your lust knew no bounds. How many maidens have you bedded? How many of their innocence have you stolen? You don’t have to be afraid any longer. Let go, my son. Be the man you always wanted to be. You are no monster.”

I trembled, my fists clenching in their ropes. Because she was right. I did feel it. That unrelenting urge that has plagued me since my earliest years, the very reason for this damned quest. And hearing it on her lips, framed not as a curse but a destiny, nearly broke me.

But something else was coming through. Something I tried to keep down.

The darkness.

That unrelenting hunger.

“No,” I hissed, forcing the word through my gagged mouth. “You’re wrong. We’ll end this. We’ll be free.”

Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew fonder, almost pitying. “Oh, my son ... There is no end. Only surrender. And when you do ... You will wonder why you ever fought it at all.”

Beside me, Mabel went pale, her teeth clenched against the urge to scream. I wanted to shield her eyes, to tear her away, but the leader’s hand came down on my shoulder with serpent-smooth strength.

“You hear her,” he said softly, smiling with that same predatory charm. “Our mother. Your mother. She offers what you seek—freedom. Power. Pleasure without end.”