The inn fell silent after Garrick's submission, the only sounds his ragged breathing and the wet drip of Ethan's cum leaking from Mira's pussy onto the wooden floor. Garrick remained on his knees, head bowed, face a mask of humiliation and defeat.
Ethan pulled out of Mira slowly, his thick cock glistening with her juices and his seed. Mira stayed bent over the bed, ass in the air, trembling from aftershocks. She looked back at her husband with a mix of pity and triumph.
"Garrick… look at me," she said softly, voice husky from screaming Ethan's name.
Garrick lifted his eyes. The sight of his wife — the woman he'd married twenty years ago, mother of his children — utterly claimed and dripping with another man's load hit him like a gut punch. Yet… something stirred in him. A twisted heat in his gut he couldn't name.
Ethan noticed. Dominance Aura pulsed subtly, amplifying the man's conflicted emotions.
"Stand up," Ethan commanded.
Garrick rose unsteadily. His trousers tented shamefully — he was hard. Painfully hard.
Mira saw it too. Her eyes widened, then softened with understanding. "You… you like it, don't you? Seeing me like this."
Garrick's face burned crimson. "No… I… this is wrong…"
But his body betrayed him. His hand twitched toward his crotch.
Ethan stepped behind Mira again, gripping her hips possessively. "Tell him the truth, Mira. Tell him how it feels."
Mira moaned as Ethan's cock slid along her slick folds, teasing. "It feels… incredible. He's so much bigger, Garrick. So much stronger. He hits places you never reached. Makes me cum over and over until I can't think."
She pushed back against Ethan, taking the head inside her. "Watch, husband. Watch how a real man fucks your wife."
Ethan thrust forward slowly — deliberately — letting Garrick see every inch disappear into Mira's stretched pussy. Mira cried out, gripping the sheets.
Garrick whimpered, hand now openly rubbing himself through his trousers. Tears streamed down his face, but he couldn't look away.
Ethan began moving — long, deep strokes that made Mira's breasts swing and her ass ripple. "This is what she needs, Garrick. What she's always needed. And you… you get to watch."
Mira locked eyes with her husband. "Touch yourself properly. Show Master you accept it."
Garrick's hands shook as he unlaced his trousers, freeing his modest erection. He stroked slowly, shame and arousal warring on his face.
"Yes… just like that," Mira encouraged, voice breaking as Ethan sped up. "You love seeing me bred, don't you? Knowing I'm his now…"
Garrick nodded, broken. "I… I do… gods forgive me…"
The confession pushed Mira over. She came hard — pussy clamping around Ethan, squirting down her thighs as she screamed. Ethan followed, pumping another thick load deep inside her.
Garrick came seconds later, spilling weakly into his own hand, sobbing as the twisted pleasure consumed him.
[Humiliation Deepened: Cuckold Fully Awakened]
[+150 Power | New Skill Unlocked: Submission Induction (Active – Force emotional surrender in witnesses)]
[Village Loyalty: 100%]
Ethan pulled out, cum gushing from Mira. She crawled to Garrick, kissing his tear-streaked cheek gently. "It's okay, love. This is our life now. You'll serve him… and watch."
Garrick nodded numbly, defeated yet strangely relieved.
Later that evening, after Garrick had been sent to clean the cellar in silence, Ethan gathered Mira and Elara in the private room. The women curled against him on the bed, naked and sated, tracing lazy patterns on his chest.
The time for pure conquest was over — at least for tonight. Ethan needed knowledge.
"Tell me everything about this world," he said, voice calm but commanding. "The realms, the races, the powers. Leave nothing out."
Mira and Elara exchanged glances, then began.
Mira started with the basics. "We're in the Kingdom of Valdria, one of the five great human realms on the continent of Elyria. Eldoria is the nearest major city — three days' travel by caravan. It's ruled by Baron Vortigern, a harsh but fair lord. Beyond that lies the capital, Aetheron, seat of King Aldric."
Elara continued, her healer's knowledge deeper. "Magic flows from the Aether — an invisible force everyone can touch to some degree. Common folk use it for small things: lighting fires, healing minor wounds. True mages study at academies, channeling it through runes and spells. Affinity varies by bloodline — elves are born strong in nature magic, dwarves in earth and forgecraft."
She traced a glowing rune on Ethan's skin, demonstrating a minor healing spell. Warmth spread, erasing the faint bruises from the day's activities.
"Races?" Ethan pressed.
Mira nodded. "Humans dominate the central lands. To the north, the Dwarven Holds — sturdy folk, master smiths, rarely leave their mountains. East lies the Silverwood Enclave — high elves, ancient and proud, masters of archery and illusion. They trade sparingly but send envoys like the one rumored to visit Eldoria soon."
Elara's voice darkened. "South are the Beastkin Tribes — fierce warriors with animal traits. Wolf packs, cat clans, lion prides. They raid borders often. And deeper south… the Demon Realms. Succubi, incubi, warlords. Sealed after the Great War a century ago, but portals sometimes open."
"Monsters?" Ethan asked, mind already planning.
"Everywhere outside walls," Mira said. "Goblins in forests, orcs in hills, dragons in mountains. Dungeons — ancient ruins filled with traps, treasures, and guardians — dot the land. Adventurers delve them for artifacts and mana crystals that power magic."
Elara added, "Guilds regulate adventurers in cities. Bronze to Mythril ranks. Completing quests earns coin, status, and sometimes noble favor."
Ethan absorbed it all. The system integrated the knowledge, pinging new quest markers.
[World Knowledge Acquired: Basic Map Unlocked]
[Main Quest Updated: Reach Eldoria City – Potential Targets: Baroness Vortigern (Married, High Status)]
Mira nuzzled his neck. "You'll conquer it all, Master. Starting with that elven envoy… and the baroness herself."
Elara kissed his chest. "We'll help you. In every way."
Ethan pulled them closer, the night ending in slow, intimate pleasure — less frantic, more possessive. He took them one at a time, then together, whispering plans between thrusts.
By dawn, the caravan would arrive to take them toward Eldoria. Garrick would manage the inn in their absence, forever changed.
The real adventure awaited.
To be continued…