A Noble Scum With Lust System

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Maxwell grunted. Maria, not one to be outdone, moved beside her daughter and took the cock out of her daughter's mouth and replicated her daughter's deep throating technique. Lucia watched hungrily, jealous of the thought of her mother getting all of Max's sweet seed. A moment later, Maria came up with a naughty idea. Taking her step son's cock out of her mouth she asked, "Wanna try something new?"

"Sure, but I am not going to last much longer," Maxwell grunted.

"Daughter move beside Max's cock and face me," Maria said, also moving herself to the other side of Maxwell's ready to erupt missile.

"Yes, Mistress," the cum hungry daughter obeyed instantly.

"Kiss me, Lucia," Maria said, leaning forward and putting her top lip on top of Maxwell's cock. Lucia smiled at the kinky idea, realizing the unique way they were going to share the cock. She too leaned forward and their top lips touched, as did their tongues underneath. Maxwell needed no instructions as he grunted, "Shit baby, you are one sick bitch."

The step mother and step daughter licked each other's tongues as the cock began moving slowly in and out of their new made up position. As Maxwell got used to the unique sensation, his balls began boiling again and he began fucking both their faces. Both girls struggled to keep their lips touching and their tongues teasing, while Maxwell pleasured himself. Maxwell, feeling his cum rising, suddenly grabbed both girls' heads, forcing them to adjust their mouths to the hard piston moving back and forth.

"Fuck you incest sluts. I am going to use both of you anytime I want. Lucia, I plan to tap your ass next time." Maxwell said with a grunt. Lucia had never even remotely considered ass play, but suddenly the idea sounded intriguing. Her response was a moan as she continued focusing on his cum she was sure was soon on its way. The hungry teenager was not mistaken as Maxwell grunted, pulled back and demanded, "Open your mouth, Daughter slave."

Lucia eagerly obeyed, a spark in her cunt again at being called a slave. She watched for a few seconds as her mother stood up, grabbed his big cock, and began pumping it.

"Does little Lucia want a face full of cum?" Maria asked.

"Yes, Mistress, sooooo fucking badly," Lucia moaned, her hand automatically going to her burning cunt.

"Are you his slut, Daughter?" the smiling, triumphant mother questioned.

"Yes, Mistress, I am all his," the submissive daughter eagerly admitted, her caged sexually finally released from years of harsh oppression.

"Hmmmmm," Maria purred, just as the first rope of cum shot out of Maxwell's cannon and landed directly on the famished daughter's face, mostly hitting her forehead and nose, a little landing in her hair. The daughter opened her mouth wide hoping to catch the white sauce she had been craving like an addict in withdrawal, all the while frantically rubbing her burning cunt.

A second solid rope of cum mostly landed in her mouth while the third hit her chin and the fourth sputtering shot missed the mark hitting her dress, the large amount of cum spilled. Maria said. "Fuck, Lucia. Thank god I saved you,"

The daughter swallowed the cum that landed inside her mouth and the ground and took Maxwell's cock back in her mouth, greedily sucking it desperately searching for any last drop of cum.

"We have created a monster," Maxwell moaned, surprised by the ferocious hunger of the seemingly prude sister before yesterday.

"We have our own Frankenslut," Maria joked.

"A really hot one," Maxwell added. Lucia should have been mortified by her actions, her sin, at being called "Frankenslut"—a term she couldn't fully comprehend, yet the lust dripping from their tone made it abundantly clear that it was far from a compliment. Yet, with a dormant volcano awakened after all these years, there was no holding her back. She wanted more, she needed more.

Taking the cock out of her mouth, she looked up at her mother, her Mistress now, and whimpered, "Thank you for saving me, Mistress, I am yours."

"You will always obey?" the mother asked.

"Yes, Mistress," the daughter replied without hesitation.

"You will fuck when I say, where I say? Will you obey unconditionally?" the mother added, pushing the full extent of her power. Lucia's eyes went big at the full spectrum of her mother's intentions.

Maria asked. Deciding the line was long ago crossed, the submissive daughter, her fingers still on her pussy, agreed, "Of course, Mistress."

"And you will wear those boots and your wedding dresses you wore before to the celebration party?"

"With bells on," the mother playfully replied. "You will be the best present to the father," Maria smiled. "Now take your dress off."

"Of course, Mistress," the daughter again obeyed, standing up and allowing her dress to quickly fall to the floor.

"Shit, Lucia your tits are growing bigger" Maxwell gasped starring at the big breasts of the teenager.

"The bra and panties too, slut," Maria ordered, not liking Max's comment, she always hated Penelope and Rose beacause they have unfair advantage, their big boobs. The daughter obeyed, even as the cool chill of the room made her nipples even harder.

"On the table, slave," Maria demanded. Again the daughter obeyed as she watched her mother go to a bag. The mother returned with a candy cane she unwrapped smiling. Lucia instantly knew what her mother expected and opened her hand for the fuck stick. Maria ordered. "Fuck yourself Lucia,"

She handed her daughter the long candy cane.

"Yes, Mistress," Lucia eagerly obeyed, so badly wanting to come. She slid the long green and white pleasure cane in her wet pussy and began fucking herself. Both Maxwell and Maria watched the obscene act of the daughter of the house Mangar, fucking herself with a candy cane while squeezing her big tits. After a couple of minutes, Maxwell ordered, now completely dressed, "Go get your daughter off, slut."

"Yes, Master," Maria said for the very first time.

"Master, about fucking time bitch," Maxwell agreed, slapping his Maria ass. "I got to get going sluts. Have fun with each other."

"Bye baby," Maria purred, turning around and giving him a quick hard kiss.

"Bye big cock," Lucia said with a giggle, still pumping her cunt with the striped stick.

"Don't you ever forget it, my sister pet," Maxwell said with a smile as he was leaving. Maria turned back to her daughter and dove between her daughter's open legs, taking the candy cane from her daughter.

"Do you want to change the position and scissors, daughter?" the mother asked, her voice syrupy sweet.

"Oh God, yes," Lucia moaned.

"You shouldn't use the Lord's name in vain," Maria teased, pumping the candy cane all the way to her daughter and licking her daughter's clit at the same time.

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The next day Maxwell woke up in a very good mood. It had been a while since he had been able to de-stress and even got to enjoy Lucia a lot.

Breakfast was fried eggs, sausages, bread and orange juice just like most days. It wasn't much, but it was a delicacy that no commoner could easily eat.

Maxwell bit into a sausage and felt someone's gaze. He raised his head to see his father watching him with Marcus still at his side, it seems he fell in love with that place. Magnus's gaze was not normal, he seemed somewhat resentful.

Now that he remembered it, Magnus had asked to meet him two nights ago. But first Rosa's unexpected situation came up and he couldn't meet him. And next night Lucia took it away with Maria.

Knowing it was all his fault, he again gave him an apologetic look, but his gaze was getting more and more penetrating to the point that Maxwell had to look away and concentrate on his food.

"Cough Cough Ahhhherrrrrrr"

Suddenly and without any warning, Magnus stood up from the table and began coughing like crazy while holding his throat.

Maxwell stood up in fear as did the entire family and before anyone could do anything, Magnus collapsed on the table with foam coming out of his mouth.

Poison!!

Maxwell was terribly frightened, completely panicked, stuck his fingers in his throat and forced himself to vomit up what he had eaten while using bio electricity to use gag reflex. The rest of the family, seeing his action, followed his example.

The large dining room suddenly turned into a disgusting vomit festival, Olivia and Maria cried in fear while they stuck their fingers in the throats of the two little girls who did not understand what was happening. The crying, screaming and panic did not take long to appear.

Maxwell was lying on the floor completely drained of energy, he felt like he had vomited not only breakfast, but also yesterday's dinner, something that calmed him down a little and he quickly got up and ran towards Magnus.

He tried to feel his pulse but couldn't feel anything he laid him down on the floor and checked to see if he was still breathing but couldn't find anything either.

Damn it old man, you can't die yet!!

Maxwell performed first aid with best of his ability.

Get up!!

Get up!!!!

Maxwell as a last resort used his magic in such a way that he tried to imitate a defibrillator.

Bzzzzz clakkk

Bzzzzzz clakkk

Even after all that Magnus remained inert on the ground.

Shit!!!

Maxwell slammed his fist into Magnus' chest in anger and frustration.

He looked up with anger clearly written on his face and punched the dining table as he unleashed his lightning and sent food flying all over the already messy dining room.

"Father is dead."

He stared intently at the reaction of each of those present to try to discover who was guilty of this murder, but everyone was behaving accordingly.

Shock, fear, dread and panic. Those were the emotions that were clearly reflected on their faces and he couldn't find anything.

Everything after that happened so fast that Maxwell couldn't process it.

The servants and guards entered the dining room, all running to the healers to make sure they were not poisoned. Marcus took charge of everything and that same night Magnus was cremated in a large bonfire in the courtyard attended by all the people of the castle.

Dinner passed quickly and before he knew it Maxwell was back in his room. His mind was elsewhere and he was not focused.

His gaze was straight ahead, looking at the wall, but he wasn't really seeing anything, he was just thinking.

His father had died!!

Magnus was dead!

It felt so weird because just one few days ago I was talking to him like nothing was wrong.

But Magnus hadn't died of natural causes, he was poisoned. Which means it was murder.

Who benefits most from Magnus' death?

The first to come to his mind was Marcus. He was the next to take his place as Duke of Rodmandia, but at the same time it made no sense when it was very likely that he would succeed him without the need for any assassination.

Mateos?

It's possible, Marcus was getting too far ahead in his war of succession. Add to that the fact that Rose actively sought me out and that could be part of his plan.

Another thing to keep in mind was that Rose looked for him just the day he was going to meet Magnus.

That same realization also led him to think about what exactly he wanted to talk to Magnus about. His attitude was very suspicious, just wanting to talk in his room, and the fact that the entire breakfast before his death he was staring at him for two days.

Did you already know of your impending death?!!

"Damn. Why didn't I go talk to him in the first place?" Maxwell began pacing back and forth in his room, trying to find the answers to all his questions.

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The next day everyone gathered for breakfast as usual but no one took a bite. It wasn't because of anything like loss of appetite or the pain of losing Magnus just a day ago.

The reason was because Marcus sat pompously in Magnus's old seat with arrogance written all over his face.

"From today onwards, I will take the position of Duke of Rodmandia." His words added more silence to the quiet room.

Maxwell, who was the only one who had been eating a little discreetly, also put down his cutlery and looked at Marcus in surprise.

He wasn't surprised by Marcus's statement, what surprised him was when and how he made it.

It had barely been a day since Magnus' death, and besides being very insensitive on his part, he was also rude to the memory of his father. Normally, a large wake was held to which Magnus' acquaintances were invited, after that and only after that could the issue of succession be discussed.

He was very fast, sudden and also... Confidence.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Mateo slammed his fist on the dining table as he glared at Marcus indignantly. "Who gave you permission to say those words?"

Marcus furrowed his eyebrows in displeasure. "It wasn't a suggestion, it's an order." Finishing his sentence Marcus snapped his fingers and the doors to the dining room flew open as a large line of guards entered, surrounding the family and aiming their crossbows.

Maxwell and the whole family stood up scared.

"What does this mean Marcus?" Mateo asked, totally angry.

"What do you think?" Marcus made a gesture with his hands and the guards fired their crossbows in the direction of the four men in the line of succession: Mateo, Gerald, Maxwell and Jhon.

Maxwell's scalp went numb as he released a large amount of lightning from his body as an instinctive act.

Bump arrrgggg

Nooooooo

When the blinding light of Maxwell's beam cleared he looked around in shock.

Next to him was a boy of only 11 years old with a large number of arrows in his body, apart from that he was also burned and roasted on half of his body.

In front of him the only one still standing was Gerald who was holding one eye of his face with an arrow clearly stuck in it.

¡¡¡Arrrrgggggggghhh!!!

His eyes were dripping blood in time with his screams. Mateo, on the other hand, was lying inert on the dining room table with several scars all over his body and the fatal one was the one sticking out of his throat from which blood was still coming out, painting the table red.

Clack clack clack

Marcus clapped his hands. "As expected of the rare lightning element, it has such great attack power that it even killed the person beside it unintentionally."

Maxwell looked at Jhon beside him and sighed in pity.

"Even though it's the most destructive element, it doesn't do so well in defense, does it?" Marcus asked with a smile as he saw a arrow stuck on Maxwell's thigh and another on his arm.

Tch

Maxwell clutched his arm in pain as he looked at Marcus resentfully.

Maxwell was bitter and also angry. Everything had happened so suddenly that he was caught off guard.

As the years passed, Max's confidence grew to such heights that it bordered on arrogance. His exploits—both in his relationships and his intimate escapades—fueled this self-assurance. From countless sessions with Maria, Lisa, and other women, to recent conquests with Rose, Penelope, and, most notably, last night with Lucia, Max basked in the aftermath of his relentless pursuit. The tangible results were staggering; his achievements, including getting three women pregnant, had earned him a staggering 15,000 points.

Yet, Max refrained from spending these points on improving his stats. Instead, he chose to let his abilities grow naturally, believing that his physical body would reach its natural peak before he needed to heavily invest in his stats. His strategy was calculated—hoarding points until the moment he hit a plateau, then making a significant investment to break past his limits.

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