1 Kill Me

Slrrup! Slrrup!

"Haack" "Haack"

Inside a dimly lit hall decorated with crimson, slurping sounds resounded along with the occasional choking one. 

The hall was vast, with high vaulted ceilings that seemed to reach up into the heavens. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries and murals depicting scenes from the history of the kingdom, while large chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the room.

The massive bed dominated the hall, its ornately carved wooden frame stretching for what seemed like yards in every direction. The bed was piled high with plush velvet pillows and luxurious furs, the likes of which most people could only dream of owning.

On the bed, a woman kneeled before an old man. 

She was voluptuous, her curves emphasised by the tight corset and silken undergarments that hugged her body.

The motherly woman had dark green hair that fell onto her huge breasts like a waterfall, covering her erect nipples.

The old man appeared to be in his fifties as he stood on the bed, butt naked, with his huge dick, about 8 inches long, hanging in front of him.

His hair was light brown and his eyes were pitch black; faint wrinkles covered his cheeks, but his unusual charm still shone like a blazing sun.

The woman's tongue appeared to wriggle like a snake as she licked every part of his crotch, from the tip of his cock to the depths of his balls. 

There was a strange lust and affection in the woman's eyes as she gazed at the man in front of her.

"Sigh~~~"

The old man looking down at her sighed. 

Then his hands moved, tightly grasping onto her dark green hair, and without any warning, the man started thrusting his cock deep into the woman's face. 

"Anthea, you know these lickings do not affect me; you have to make quite an effort to please me." 

Haack! Haack! 

"Mmmm." The lady named Anthea wanted to say something, but because of the huge cock that moved back and forth in her mouth, she could only let out a moan of affirmation.

Paw! Paw! Paw!

A huge bulge could be seen in her throat as the old man increased the speed of his thrusts, which made Anthea's body shudder.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she gasped for short breaths, but to please the old man, her tongue started rotating around the moving tip. 

"Ehh, good, as expected of the highly respected Queen." Feeling the tongue, the old man frowned slightly and made his thrusts rougher.

Paaaw! Paaaw! 

His body bent back and then, with all his might, thrust forward, making the cock reach deeper depths of her throat. 

"Mnnn" "Mnnn" 

The woman kept moaning, and soon, her face turned deep crimson due to the thrust.

Pat! Pat!

Using her hands, Anthea patted the old man's thigh, indicating that she needed to breathe.

"Hold on!" But the old man groaned and kept pounding her face until his hips twitched slightly and he shoved the cock as far as he could and said, "Take it!"

Gulp! Gulp!

While grasping his thighs, Anthea greedily drank all the liquid, but soon, her eyes widened as the old man still hadn't retracted his cock.

Feeling annoyed, she snorted slightly and then softly pinched his balls.

"Aaah!" The old man screamed as he felt his eggs burst and immediately backed off.

"Haaf" "Haaf"

The cock was removed from her throat, and finally, Anthea took in deep breaths of relief.

Then she glared at the old man in anger and scoffed, "You want to choke the queen to death?"

"Sigh~~~" The old man sighed and was about to say something when suddenly,

Bang!

The door to the hall opened with a bang, and an armored figure walked in.

He was a man in his twenties, and his long blonde hair and blue eyes made him look like a royal prince.

Clang! Clang!

Wearing a golden armour that covered his whole body, he strolled into the hall with heavy steps and clanging sounds.

" Queen Mother, where..." he called out with a sweet and youthful voice, but when his blue eyes went onto the bed, his figure froze and his voice came to a halt.

In front of him, his mother, the almighty queen of the kingdom, and one of the strongest beings on the continent were kneeling in front of a butt-naked old man who had his cock out.

Looking at the white liquid on her lips, Halder, the future king of this kingdom, was stunned. 

Then his anger erupted: "Mother, what... what are you doing?"

Anthea gazed at her son, Halder, and then chuckled lightly while licking the cum on her cherry lips erotically. "Oh, son, shouldn't you knock first? As for this man, I met him today, and he has quite a charm, so I decided to please him."

Halder looked at his mother, Anthea, who was also called the Vakarie of hell, looking at the old man with adoration and a strange dread that crept up his mind. 

'This is not her usual behavior, she is so arrogant that she hadn't even allowed herself to be touched by any man after our father's death, but this..."

Then he looked at the old man's face, who in turn was gazing back at him, and suddenly recalled something.

He pointed at the man, and Halder's eyes widened. "You...I know you!"

"Hmm." The old man raised his brows.

"You are that famous man, the Daoist of Lust!" 

"Sigh~~~" 

Seeing that the young prince had guessed his identity, the old man let out a long sigh and then bent down to pick up his pants.

Meanwhile, Halder was covered in sweat as his finger that pointed at the old man trembled, "You.. but weren't you banished from the kingdom of Hertz? You fucked all the ladies of their king, and at last, the whole council had to move against you, but you still escaped." 

"Yes, you guessed right," the old man said as he stepped down from the bed and then lightly clicked his fingers. 

Click! 

The sound spread, and Anthea, who was kneeling on the bed, fell unconscious. 

Seeing the old man walk towards him, Halder took a step back and then asked in a trembling voice, "What do you need?"

He knew that this old man couldn't be killed by any cultivator present in the kingdom, thus talking peacefully was the only option.

The old man eyed the youth in front of him carefully and then said, "I say... aren't you competing in the struggle for the throne?"

"Yes," Herald replied, and his interest peaked.

The old man was now in front of the Herald, his eyes filled with darkness and staring right into his soul. "Then what if I help you to become the king?" 

"You will do that ?" Herald was overjoyed because if this infamous senior decided to help him, then there was no way his brothers would succeed.

Then uncertainty flashed across his eyes as he asked, "But what do I have to do?" 

"Smart!" The old man commented and then said, "You have to do a very small task."

"What?" Herald asked.

The old man moved closer and then whispered in his ears, "Kill me!"

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