CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER : 62 : KIN, THE SORRY EXCUSE OF A MAN!

Disclaimer: This Chapter contains dark, explicit, and disturbing sexual content, including themes of non-consent, degradation, and abuse. Kin is a vile, pathetic, and disgusting creature. This content is meant to highlight his cruelty and weakness, not glorify it. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

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The chamber reeked of sweat, wine, and the faint copper tang of blood. Kin’s private quarters were nothing like the grand hall of feasts and celebrations.

A human slave with pale skin, her breasts heavy and hips broad, hair matted with dirt.

A beastkin, fox-eared, her tail twitching nervously even as she tried to keep still.

An elf, silver-haired, her ears twitching with shame, her green eyes staring at the floor.

A goblin girl, smaller, but her body curved with the ripeness he craved.

All four bore the marks of use—reddened thighs, bruises across their arms, and eyes dulled by submission.

Kin paced before them like a caged beast, his bare feet slapping against the cold stone. His face twisted with rage, lips curling back over jagged teeth.

"Thristle..." he spat the name as if it were poison. "My sister. My blood. Mocking me. Looking down on me—again and again!"

"She thinks herself better than me! She writes of her ’marriage.’" He spat. "To that human. That so-called Beast Tamer. Aiden Nightshade!"

His fists clenched, veins bulging against his thick red skin. He kicked one of the slaves—the elf—hard in the ribs. She cried out, doubling over, clutching her side.

"LOOK AT ME!" Kin bellowed, spittle flying from his tusked mouth. "Do you see me? Do you know who I am? I am Kin! Son of the King! Prince of Chugh! I am greatness itself!"

The women flinched but did not dare respond.

His rage built, boiling over until it needed release. He grabbed the human by her hair, yanking her head back until she cried out. Her breasts bounced with the sudden movement, and he sneered at them.

"You’re nothing," he growled, pushing her onto the bed. "Nothing! But even you will know what it means to serve a prince."

He shoved himself between her thighs, ripping her silks apart as if they were paper. She sobbed as his thick length forced its way inside, her body convulsing at the intrusion.

"Moan louder!" he barked, slapping her across the face hard enough to leave a red print. "Scream for me! Show me that even a slave knows I am better than that human bastard!"

Her cries filled the chamber, a broken song of pain and forced pleasure. He thrust into her brutally, his hips slamming against her thick thighs, his nails raking her skin.

"Thristle thinks herself clever, thinks she can run to him, spread her legs for him!" Kin’s voice cracked with a mix of rage and madness. "But I am stronger! I am greater!"

He grabbed the beastkin next, shoving her face down beside the human, tail trapped beneath his knee. She whimpered as he forced her thighs apart.

"You, fox slut—tell me!" he roared, his cock sliding wet with cum as he drove into her next. "Who is greater? Who is the prince? WHO IS YOUR MASTER?"

"Y-you, my lord—!" she choked out through her sobs.

His hand crashed across her ass, the crack echoing. "LOUDER!"

"You! Prince Kin!" she screamed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face.

He grinned, tusks glistening with spit. "That’s right. I am greatness. I am a god among gods. And my sister—" His thrusts grew harder, crueler, making her body jolt with every word. "—she will choke on regret when I kill that human!"

The elf tried to crawl back, shaking, but his eyes locked on her next. He grabbed her by the ankle, dragging her across the bedsheet, ignoring her desperate pleas.

"No, please, no—"

Her protests were cut short as he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Her silver hair splayed across the hide as he forced himself into her, her scream tearing through the air.

"Elf whore!" he growled, spit flying from his lips as he slammed into her again and again. "You all look down on me too, don’t you? Always laughing, always mocking! But now? Now you moan beneath me like the rest!"

He struck her breasts with open palms, making them bounce under his weight. She cried out, her body jerking with every slap.

"Say it!" he roared, shaking her. "Say I am greater than that human!"

Through gasps and sobs, she whimpered, "Y-you are greater, my lord—!"

He bared his tusks in a grotesque smile, thrusting harder until his seed spilled inside her, dripping out as he yanked free.

But even then, he was not done.

The goblin girl trembled, last in line, her wide eyes fixed on him as he stalked toward her. She shook her head, backing away.

"Please, master—"

"Silence!" he bellowed, seizing her by the throat. He lifted her effortlessly, pressing her small body against the wall. His cock, slick with the cum of the others, rubbed against her thighs.

"You’re like her. Like Thristle," he snarled in her face. "Thinking you’re clever. Thinking you’re better than me. But you’re not! None of you are! I am Kin! I am a prince! I am—!"

He rammed into her, her scream muffled against his shoulder. He pounded her relentlessly, slamming her body against the wall again and again. Her nails clawed at his back, her tears soaking his skin.

He raved as he fucked her, spittle dripping from his mouth. "She will know—KNOW—that Kin is the greatest! Greater than any man! Greater than any Beast Tamer!"

His thrusts became erratic, wild, his body convulsing as his climax tore through him. He roared, spraying his seed deep into the trembling goblin girl, who sagged limply against him.

The room was filled with the stench of sex, the sobs of broken women, and the mad laughter of a man who thought himself a god.

Kin stood over them, his chest heaving, his cock still half-hard, dripping. He raised his arms to the ceiling as though expecting divine applause.

"I AM GREATNESS!" he screamed into the void. "THE WORLD WILL BOW TO ME!"

But the only answer was the women’s sobs, their bodies broken beneath him.

And in that moment, in the flickering torchlight, Kin was not great. He was not strong. He was not feared.

He was pathetic.

A sorry excuse for a man.

A mistake of GOD’s creation.

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END OF Chapter 62: KIN, THE SORRY EXCUSE OF A MAN!

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