Chapter 1247. She’s Begging For Real Food, But Hey... It’s Not Enough To Get It!

Chapter 1247: 1247. She’s Begging For Real Food, But Hey... It’s Not Enough To Get It!

Above them, Lily and Diana practically squealed with delight. The thought of the "extra meal," the free, warm, sticky semen being shot down their grandmother’s throat, was like the best treat they could imagine.

They loved the cruelty and the generosity of it all.

Lily leaned in even further, her knees pressing into the edge of the wood so hard they left little marks on the linen, trying to catch even a single white drop that might escape the corners of Valentina’s mouth.

"Wow, Rex, you made so much!" she exclaimed, clapping her manicured hands together. CLAP CLAP, the sound sharp and cheerful. "She looks like she’s getting stuffed!"

Diana laughed, taking another tiny sip of her wine, but she didn’t swallow it immediately, letting it linger on her tongue, hoping some of that thick white cum might drip off Valentina’s chin so she could lap it up.

"That is so generous of you, Rex," she said, her voice bright and mocking. "Like a big, nice meal just for the slave."

Rex exhaled a long breath, his shoulders heaving, the occasional after twitch of his cock sending smaller, ropey strands hitting the back of her throat, SQUELCH PLOP, making sure she swallowed every single bit.

He stayed in that position for several more seconds, holding her skull firmly between his hard fingers, making sure she couldn’t flinch or spit any of the viscous white fluid out. He wanted it all consumed by the thick, salty, slimy gift.

Rex finally released the crushing grip on her skull, but he didn’t pull away. He leaned down further, his face inches from the underside of the table where Lily and Diana were practically pressed against the wood, their eyes wide with hungry fascination.

Together, the three of them stared down at the wreck that was Valentina.

She looked utterly destroyed. Her head hung limp, her neck muscles twitching from the strain of the forced climax.

Her mouth hung open in a slack, involuntary gape, her tongue lolling out uselessly over her bottom lip.

The thick, pearlescent white semen was everywhere, coating her tongue in a viscous layer, pooling in the hollows of her cheeks, and spilling over in heavy, slow-moving rivulets that dribbled down her chin and dripped onto the filthy floor with wet PLOP... PLOP... sounds.

Rex let out a rough, triumphant chuckle, his chest still heaving from the exertion. "Heh!"

"Look at that mess," he said, gesturing to the white streaks covering her face like war paint. "Your blowjob was so full of ’love’ it brought out every last drop of my thick stuff."

He looked up at the girls with a wink before looking back at the broken woman. "And remember what I said: all of this is for your future, Valentina."

"For Aethelgard! Consider this the tribute you pay to keep the kingdom standing."

Valentina couldn’t even muster the strength to glare. She simply closed her eyes, the salt of her tears mixing with the bitter, salty taste of his seed.

The massive, still twitching cock pressed against her cheek, warm and invasive, a constant reminder of her new reality. Her mind was a shattered mirror, reflecting only humiliation and grief.

’I really am nothing more than this now,’ she thought, each word feeling like a fresh wound. ’A vessel. A tool. A hole.’

’I spent decades as a woman of standing, as a mother, as a grandmother... and now I am just a slave who swallows cum to buy time for a kingdom that won’t even remember my name.’

’I never even swallowed my husband’s cum before today... he was gentle, he was kind... and now I am being debased by this monster while my own blood watches me like I’m entertainment.’

The shame of being witnessed by Lily and Diana was the sharpest blade of all. She could feel their eyes on her tongue, on the way the semen clung to her flesh.

It made her feel exposed in a way that no battlefield ever could.

Suddenly, the wet slap of flesh against flesh rang out through the dining room. CRACK!

Rex had lashed out, his palm connecting hard with Valentina’s cheek. The force of the slap snapped her head to the side, the impact sending a stinging shockwave through her jaw and making her ears ring.

"Hey!" Rex barked, his tone mockingly stern. "Forgot to say something, didn’t you?"

Valentina flinched violently, a whimper escaping her throat. "Nnh ah!"

Her cheek immediately began to bloom with a hot, angry crimson welt. The pain was sharp, but it was the reminder of her absolute subservience that truly cut.

She forced herself to obey, to perform the role he demanded, even through the throbbing pain in her face.

Shaking, her voice coming out as a broken, wet whisper through the residue in her mouth, she forced the words past her swollen lips.

"Tha... thanks..." she stammered, swallowing hard against the thick phlegm and seed coating her throat. "...thanks for the meal, Master."

Above her, Lily and Diana giggled softly, the sound light and musical, completely unbothered by the violence.

"You’re welcome, Grandma," Lily said sweetly, reaching for another piece of toast. "We’re glad you enjoyed it."

Rex grabbed the back of Valentina’s nape, the part where the white hair was greasy, matted, and dripping with thick, ropey strands of his fresh semen and hauled her backward, out from the cramped, dirty space beneath the polished wood.

He didn’t do it gently. He yanked her up like one would handle a soiled rag that had just finished mopping up a sticky spill, wanting to expose the full, humiliating spectacle to the two girls who were practically standing on their chair toes.

As she was dragged into the brighter light of the dining room, Valentina instinctively raised one hand, the fingers dirty and slick with white cum, trying to cover her face.

She wanted to hide the evidence: the smeared seed on her chin, the dripping traces on her tongue, the flushed, slapped mark forming on her cheek, and the way her mouth looked gaping and wet. But Rex wasn’t having any of that.

His other hand shot down, fist clamping around her bony upper arm, the part where the skin looked thin and papery, and gripped it hard, leaving obvious red indentations in her flesh. He held her arm firmly, splayed out, making sure there was no way she could shield her fucked-up, cum-coated state.

Lily and Diana scrambled to the edge of their chairs, their eyes fixed on the sight of their elderly grandmother being dragged out from under the table like a leashed slave.

The contrast between her white hair, the unmistakable sign of her advanced age, and the way her body still looked relatively lean and "well kept" was absolutely fascinating to them.

"Oh, Grandma!" Lily exclaimed, clapping her hands together, the sound quite crisp and delighted CLAP CLAP. "You look so... well maintained!"

"Even with all that messy white hair, your arms and legs still look so long and pretty, like you’ve kept the youth in them!"

Diana nodded vigorously, leaning around Lily to get a better look at the way the white cum was dripping off Valentina’s chin, landing in sticky little beads on the front of her thigh.

"It’s like you have such long, youthful lines, Grandma," she praised, her voice genuinely admiring, like children complimenting a doll that is slightly stained but still very pretty. "Most old people look all shriveled and bent, but you look so solid and long!"

To them, the sight of their grandmother being handled roughly by Rex, the cum dripping down her throat and thighs, was like seeing a slightly damaged but still beautiful antique.

The "damage" (the filth and humiliation) made it even more interesting.

Valentina felt like she was being put on display in a grotesque museum. The humiliation of having her "youthful" frame praised by her own blood and the people who should be comforting her or feeling pity was like being flayed alive.

That they were being "nice" and "complimentary" made it feel ten times more cruel.

Her stomach gave a painful, hollow growl, the kind of loud, traitorous sound that comes from someone who hasn’t had actual food in far too long, only the salty, slimy, mucus-heavy substance. Rex had just pumped down her throat.

The thought of actual, solid breakfast bread, meat, fruit, and something warm and filling hit her brain like a hammer.

Trembling, her voice unsteady and choked with the remaining thick cum in her mouth, she looked up at Rex, hoping he would be merciful.

"Master..." she pleaded, her voice rough and humiliating, cracking on the consonants, "...is it... is it possible to eat some of the real breakfast?"

"The meat and the bread?"

Her eyes were fixed on the steaming plate of savory breakfast sitting directly in front of Rex—the crispy bacon, the juicy sausages, the buttered toast and the thought of something solid and nourishing made her mouth water so badly that a thin string of cum saliva dribbled down her chin, stretching between her bottom lip.