Depraved Primordial King and His Degenerate Family

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax for the third time and this time filled his young wife's mouth with his release.

Her eyes widened and her cheeks bulged as she struggled to contain the lewd flood yet she refused to pull away. 

Instead, her throat worked diligently as she started swallowing every thick jet of his sticky cum.

Some jets of slimy cum even burst out of her nose and the sides of her mouth but she didn't let them fall to the ground and collected it in her hand. 

Finally, she took his huge cock out and panted with a flushed face as strands of saliva and cum mixed together, glistened on her chin and dripped from her mouth.

Helena wasted no time. 

She licked her fingers clean before turning her attention to his cock.

Her tongue lapped away every last trace until he was spotless once more, though her own body was far from it as her stomach and womb were heavy with her king's offerings.

With a possessive smirk, he ripped away the remnants of her bridal dress and let the tattered fabric pool at their feet. 

Then, lifting her effortlessly into his arms, he carried her naked through the throne hall. 

To any outside observer, they were invisible as they were cloaked by the will of the Supreme Primordial King. 

But he let one pair of eyes witness their departure and that was his hidden daughter who watched from the shadows.

Meanwhile, a young maid who looked to be around her early twenties came hurriedly and started to clean the remnants of their sex.

She didn't look to be disgusted but instead had a happy face as she started to smell the princess's bridal dress parts that still had bits of dried cum on it.

While she was sniffing the dress, suddenly a young innocent voice sounded near the maid's ears.

"What are you doing?"

The maid froze, turning slowly to face the speaker. 

She saw a young ten year old girl looking at her with curious eyes but she failed to notice something different that gleamed in the young girl's eyes as she looked at the torn dress and the sticky yellow cum splattered on the floor.

The young girl was so breathtakingly beautiful that the maid's eyes momentarily went blank. 

She wore a small and beautiful strapless blue dress that barely covered the small and growing protrusions on her pretty chest while its hem barely reached below her waist and displayed her budding feminity.

She had beautiful blue silky hair and magnetic purple eyes as she looked at her with a smile on her pink lips. 

The maid was unfazed by the princess's short dress, as such things were of little consequence when it came to her.

 After all, she was none other than Princess Aelara, the sole child of the great Primordial King, the ruler above all.

The grand Primordial Palace, a place of unparalleled luxury and majesty, was home to the king's vast and legendary harem. 

Within its boundless halls resided 3,001 wives and 10,002 concubines, each possessing breathtaking beauty and regal grace. 

Yet, despite the sheer number of women residing within these sacred walls, not a single man other than the Primordial King himself was permitted to exist within a million-kilometer radius of the palace.

To serve this enormous assembly of royal consorts, thousands of maids, just like her, were assigned various duties. 

They were trained from birth to tend to the needs of the King's women while ensuring that not a single desire or whim went unfulfilled.

Princess Aelara had been born ten years ago and was the beloved daughter of one of the king's more recent concubines. 

Her mother was a striking beauty from the Sea Race's Kingdom and the youngest daughter of the mighty Sea Race Emperor. 

It was said that the moment the Primordial King laid eyes on her, he was utterly enthralled.

 Overcome with desire, he had proposed to her on the spot as he was unwilling to let such a beautiful girl slip through his fingers.

This naturally ignited jealousy and resentment among many noble men across the lands, but none dared to challenge the will of the Apex of All Men, for his supremacy was unquestionable.

The princess standing before the maid was the treasured fruit of that union.