CHAPTER 279: 279. VIOLATING THE KING

After a nice long fuck with his mother, Asher rolled over to Sharon and gave her an equally satisfying fuck she would never forget as well. He had creampied her, filled her womb with his fertile seeds, and watched as some drooled out of her pussy hole, dripping softly to the bed sheets. She was spent, heaving and breathing heavily. Onalenna was just as spent on the side, lying on the bed satisfied.

Asher finally stood, his cock now limp, and made his way to the toilet. As the first stream of urine left his body, he let out a low, satisfied groan. What a night... easily one of the best fucks I’ve had in a long time.

But then his mood shifted. The memory of that bastard Max forcing Onalenna naked, tying her up on that bench, twisted his stomach. The worst could have happened—Max could have violated her. The very thought of it made Asher’s blood boil.

Then, he remembered how the whole Kingdom of Zephandria was shouting for his execution when they were the ones who started the conflict in the first place. If it weren’t for Onalenna being kidnapped, he wouldn’t have destroyed their precious capital. The King had known her son was guilty—he had told her himself what Max had done. Yet she had still stood beside her self-righteous court, decreeing his permanent banishment as though he were the villain.

Asher chuckled darkly. That King... she really thinks she’ll get away with this? No one crosses me and walks free. What good is the rod of judgment if it isn’t used to punish filthy snakes like her?

An evil thought slithered into his mind as he flushed the toilet, closed the lid, and stepped out. He glanced at the two women in his bed, both fast asleep, their soft snores filling the room.

He opened his wardrobe, grabbed a fresh change of clothes, and laced up his sneakers.

The night isn’t over yet.

Stretching out his hand, he summoned his dimensional door. The portal shimmered to life, and without hesitation, he stepped through, emerging onto the quiet, lamplit streets of Eldoria.

Without wasting another second, he took off to the sky and flew straight to Zephandria, the very kingdom that had banned him from ever setting foot in it. He activated a wind barrier over himself, followed by the invisibility skill.

They won’t see me coming... unless I run into those cloaked dogs of theirs.

Within thirty minutes, the glowing night lights of Zephandria sprawled below. He soared toward the palace, landing silently before the massive front gates.

Judging by the hour—around ten at night—the patrols were still awake. Not that he cared.

He strolled right up to the massive doors, flanked by two knights gripping their swords, and pushed one open just enough to slip through.

"Did you open that?" one guard asked, frowning.

The other shook her head. "No... I thought it was you."

They exchanged bewildered looks, then shrugged and shut the door.

Asher was already inside, gliding silently over the marble floors. From the kitchens came the faint sound of clinking dishes and soft chatter—servants finishing up after dinner.

Moving like a shadow, he reached the King’s chambers. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open—and his lip curled at the sight before him.

The room was bathed in warm candlelight, red rose petals scattered across the floor in a pathetic attempt at romance.

Startled by the sudden opening of the door, King Janet sat up in her bed. She was dressed in a sexy, short nightie with ribbon straps over her shoulders, the fabric sheer enough for him to see the faint outline of her panties underneath and the print of her nipples pressing against it.

"Who’s there?!" she barked. "I told you not to disturb me while I’m resting!"

There was no reply.

"What’s wrong, darling?" came a man’s voice from the adjoining bath—Mr. Irvines, Max’s father. Water splashed faintly, confirming he was still bathing.

Asher’s grin widened. Her lover is here too? Perfect.

"I think some damn maid opened my door and ran off! Did you forget to lock it?!" Janet snapped, marching to the door and bolting it shut.

Her golden hair tumbled freely down her shoulders, and it was obvious she and Irvines were about to enjoy their little private romantic evening.

Too bad. He had already violated that privacy. It wasn’t going to happen anymore.

She locked the door and walked back to her bed.

"Hurry up, love. If you take too long, I’ll lose the mood," Janet called out irritably.

"I’m done," Irvines replied smoothly. "Just drying off. I’ll be there in a moment."

Just as Janet was about to climb back onto the bed, a large hand suddenly groped one of her ass cheeks beneath her nightie. Her breath hitched sharply, and she spun around in panic—only to see nothing there.

But she felt it—a solid presence standing right behind her.

After all, Asher was invisible, not transparent.

"W-Who are you...?" she stammered, her voice trembling as fear began to seep in.

Asher pressed his hand firmer on her ass cheek, loving the way his fingers dipped into the soft flesh. His other hand found it’s way to her breast and groped it, using his big palm to cover the whole titty.

Before she could say anything more, he pressed his lips against hers roughly and flicked out his tongue into her mouth, giving her a taste of his sweet saliva. His tongue began licking and wrestling with hers while exploring her whole mouth.

Janet’s eyes widened. She felt whoever was violating her push her onto the bed, and kissed her deeper, stopping her from making any noise.

The hand continued to knead her breasts, rough and relentless, and with how sexually frustrated she had been these past couple of weeks, her body betrayed her instantly. Her nipples hardened beneath the thin nightie, pressing sharply against the fabric as a wave of heat rushed through her.

Asher’s free hand slid down, grasping her thigh and pulling one leg to the side before slipping between her legs, his fingers grazing over the thin fabric of her thong.

Tsk... she’s already wet. This bitch... he thought as he caressed and rubbed her coochie. This would be so much fun if she were to get extra wet.

For a second there, Janet was lost in the pleasure she was getting from this stranger until she felt the bathroom door open. Her husband was coming in. Her eyes widened and she tried to push him, but he was incredibly strong that to bulge.

Instead, he flipped her nightie up, bunching it above her breasts and leaving them bare to his gaze as he continued to toy with her panties.

Shit... shit... shit... Janet squeezed her eyes shut, her breath hitching.

"Babe?" Irvines called as he got in, brows furrowed. He couldn’t see Asher standing there, but he could clearly see his wife with her legs spread and her nightie flipped up. "Don’t tell me you couldn’t wait and started touching yourself already."

Asher didn’t pull his lips away from her.

"Mmm... mmm..." Janet only hummed in response, unable to form words. Whoever this invisible man was, he was turning her on even more precisely because she couldn’t see him. Not knowing where his next touch would land, not being able to predict his movements—it thrilled her.

But now? Her husband was there. She had to stop him!! She raised a hand, and reached for his body, then pinched him in what felt like the ribs. He backed out a little, separating his lips from hers to take a breath as she took in heavy breaths as well.

"Babe, you okay?" Irvines asked, glancing over his shoulder. "You sound like you’ve just run a marathon." He was at the dressing table now, rubbing moisturizer over his body.

"Don’t worry, I’m fi—till t—" Her sentence broke off abruptly as Asher’s lips crashed against hers again. A wet, lewd slurping sound filled the air as their tongues tangled.

Irvines turned, his brows knitting in suspicion. Why were her lips parted like that, saliva trailing from the corners? And why were her eyes closed, soft moans slipping past her mouth?

Was she so horny she couldn’t even wait for me? he thought, feeling the need to hurry. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, after all.

Janet was losing it. Heat flooded her core, her pussy soaking through the thin fabric of her thong. She had never felt so turned on, so wet, from nothing more than a kiss and a hand teasing her beneath her panties.

Maybe it was because her husband was only a few feet away while another man was violating her. Maybe it was just her pent-up frustration finally snapping. She didn’t know—she only knew it felt dangerously, sinfully sweet.

Her whole body trembled under Asher’s touch.

Don’t tell me... I’m about to—

There was no denying it. She really was about to cum.

No. Not in front of my husband. I have to hold it in...

She tried, Goddess, she tried—but the more she fought it, the faster it consumed her. Her body spasmed, toes curling, eyes rolling back as the pleasure became unbearable.

Asher finally pulled his lips away from hers, watching the filthy expression twist her face. Drool dripped down the corners of her mouth as her hips bucked desperately into his hand.

A massive orgasm tore through her. She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip hard, but it was too much.

A loud, broken moan escaped her as Irvines dropped everything he was doing and rushed to the bed.

"Babe, are you okay?!" he asked in alarm.

But Janet was far more than okay.

Asher stood, fingers glistening with her juices, and deactivated his invisibility.

"Look at you... you came just from my fingers. You’re a feisty little bitch, aren’t you?" Asher taunted with a wicked grin.

Both Janet and Irvines snapped their eyes wide open the moment Asher’s invisibility dropped.

Irvines was so stunned that he stumbled backward and fell flat on his ass, still naked from his bath.

"W-What’s going on?" he stammered, pointing a trembling finger. "Y-You! Didn’t you hear you’re never to set foot here again?!"

Asher’s cold gaze cut to him like a blade. "Shut up."

Then, smirking faintly, Asher called to his system. Time to test out that trait I haven’t used in forever.

"Status-Based Seduction—activate."

And just like that... the real fun began.

TBC