Profane Prince of Domination - Chapter 561 Sinking in Flower Buds Part 1, R

On the three following days, Konrad split his time between disciplining Blood Nether, watching over Cacillia, and making up for lost dual cultivation time with Else, Gulistan, and Yvonne. On the third, Cacillia showed signs of awakening, and Konrad firmly believed that on the fourth, her eyes would open wide.

At the dawn of the fourth day, Konrad stepped into Blood Nether’s chambers where the Warden already stood – like a masterfully trained soldier – to execute the spanking routine. Although on the second day, Blood Nether regained a lot of her fighting will, by the end, she’d returned to a brain-dead bimbo quivering for more punishment. On the third, although her resistance faltered, they’d intensified the punishments, introducing new tools that ensured rapid submission.

Now on the fourth, as Konrad walked into the room with Moon at his right, to say nothing of resistance. It was with a great show of willpower that Blood Nether wasn’t wiggling her butt for “punishment.”

Still, unwittingly she’d lifted up her toned butt, letting it stick out in a provocative fashion.

“Moon, see how docile she became? Your sister-in-law was just in need of some incentive. Now that we’ve cemented our master-servant relationship, she doesn’t even need my command to stick out her rear. Now, this is what I call a success.”

Konrad began as the two stepped toward Blood Nether, and hearing this, the bellicose woman trembled in shame, debating if she should straighten her posture or not. If she did, she admitted guilt, if she didn’t, she gave a free show. Torn between the two options, Blood Nether stood still, trembling every now and then. And so low had she fallen that Moon’s presence on the scene didn’t cause many ripples in her flustered heart.

Fortunately for her, Moon didn’t add insult to injury.

With a smile, Konrad stopped before the throne-like seat prepared for him and lounged within. Moon knelt at his right, laying her crossed arms on his thigh while their gazes locked on the now trembling Blood Nether.

“Warden, you can drop the paddle. This day isn’t about the rebellious captive. There are many things you ought to learn, things that Moon here will teach you.”

Konrad’s words startled both the Warden and the bound Blood Nether. Blood Nether more so for she could no longer fathom a day starting without some relentless spanking. And instead of feeling waves of relief, a gulf of emptiness opened in her chest, spreading throughout her body as the maid-turned nun took wobbling steps toward her infernal boss.

“And what would those be?”

The Warden asked beside herself. Across, those days, Blood Nether wasn’t the only one receiving critical training. Under the guise of administering punishment in Konrad’s stead, the Warden too learned aplenty. Especially in those moments when he released his floral scent to throw Blood Nether into abrupt chaos, the poor Warden suffered stray bullets, resisting the urge to rip Konrad’s clothes to shreds while carrying on with her spanking duties.

Her soaking inner thighs didn’t help. Never did she expect that billions of years of limpid mind would be tarnished in a matter of seconds! Alas, the seed of profanity had now been planted, and every time she glanced at the depraved ruler, she couldn’t help but picture some troubling scenes.

None ended with her standing.

“Moon, please.”

Having received her briefing, Moon knew exactly what to do. Her nimble hands fiddled with Konrad’s belt, unbuckling it before the Warden’s startled gaze while Blood Nether’s thoughts drifted to what she couldn’t see. The sound of Konrad’s belt dropping on the ground didn’t escape the Immortal Blood Spirit’s acute hearing, and against her best judgment, her inner thighs throbbed as she pictured what lay underneath.

The Warden had no such needs. As Moon’s hands lowered Konrad’s pants, bringing alongside them his underwear, his hefty member sprang to freedom, gracing nun and consort with its enrapturing scent.

With his bloodline breakthrough to Firmament level, Konrad’s natural attributes had risen to inconceivable heights. Even without the floral scent, the tiniest corner of his body now appeared like a hypnotic sonata able to awaken the cravings of the most devout of nuns. In fact, the more restrained they were, the easier it was for them to collapse to his body’s spell.

The Warden was no exception. And as she glanced at his half-erect rod, her eyes glazed with consuming lust. Before she realized it, she was stretching her hand toward Konrad’s crotch, ready to grip the engorged member. But as her fingers stretched closer to the target, she snapped out of her torpor and took three steps back. Konrad’s lips curved into a wolfish grin.

And as if unaware of the Warden’s “mistake,” Moon gripped the swelling member, indulging in its enrapturing scent as her silky hands clutched the veiny shaft. It was as if her mind filtered out the surroundings for, in her eyes, only the rod remained. Her hands trailed across the sides, tracing the contours of Konrad’s veiny shaft as her lips lowered on the tip and gave it a gentle kiss.

Spurred by the kiss, Konrad’s rod rose to full length, towering above Moon and the wobbling Warden like a mast. Before this sight, Moon’s lips curled into a smile and she stuck out her tongue, flicking it across and around the tip of Konrad’s shaft while the Warden gulped at her left.

If the mild sounds weren’t enough to alert her suppressed senses, the rising scent and heat within the room helped Blood Nether’s mind paint a vivid picture. Sticking out her tongue to full length, Moon rested the bottom part of Konrad’s shaft onto it as she pulled the mast into her eager throat.

The slow, tantalizing motion made the Devil’s rod throb in anticipation, but even as Moon’s inner thighs quivered and moistened at a rapid pace, she kept her cool, wrapping her mouth around Konrad’s cock with that slow, yet ardent passion. It was like a silent call ushering him into devouring her whole—an invitation no man could resist.

And as she swallowed Konrad’s shaft, Moon’s cheek distorted, contracting alongside the sucking sound. The Warden lost nothing of Moon’s moves, registering everything with rapt attention — and as Moon approached the base of Konrad’s shaft, she stopped, glanced into his eyes, then glided all the way to the tip before shoving herself down to the base in a single descent.

Thus she went up and down Konrad’s rod, blowing him with the acme of dedication and passion. Throughout the Jade Dynasty, few could match this sight.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

As the slurping sound of Moon’s Konrad’s cock began, all unnecessary thoughts drifted from both the Warden and Blood Nether’s minds. But while one could only picture the scene, the other had it right beneath her nose. The difference didn’t hold weight for long. Soon, Konrad didn’t care to restrain his floral scent, letting it permeate the corrupted air.

The lethal weapon made quick work of the ladies’ rationality, and as Blood Nether quivered, rubbing her drenched inner thighs in desperation, the Warden knelt beside Moon, with her eyes glued on Konrad’s saliva-drenched rod.

Oddly, the Warden still held on her prayer beads. But for the first time since her arrival in the Jade Dynasty, she didn’t doubt that no amount of prayers could suppress the heat consuming her loins.

Ignoring the spectator, Moon cupped Konrad’s hefty balls within her silky palms, massaging them as she went up and down her sovereign love’s cock.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

Her saliva sprang left and right, staining the Warden’s spotless face. Yet, she didn’t care. Her silver eyes remained glued on Konrad’s soaked rod, never leaving it for even one second. Worse, even as her grip tightened around her prayer beads, the nun’s face grew increasingly closer.

“Ahhh…”

Moon’s masterful sucking of his cock pulled a succession of contented sighs from Konrad’s lips, sighs that stroked both Blood Nether and the Warden’s nether regions. But as Blood Nether could only rub her inner thighs while wiggling her butt, the Warden seized the prize, so to speak, and stuck out her tongue toward Konrad’s rod.

Even as Moon’s cock-sucking carried on, the Warden flicked her tongue across the saliva-drenched side of Konrad’s rod, taking casual tastes before descending upon his balls, and slurping them as she ought to.