Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 118 Chapter 118 Shame

A small crowd had emerged by now.

The sound of the fence breaking, and the squealing of the pig had attracted over two dozen servants. They looked on in astonishment as the son of their employer fucked a pig across the field- half naked, and fully conscious.

Of course, they didn't laugh, especially when they saw the look of annoyance on the face of Lord Fitch.

His eyes bulged in shock, and his pale face turned bright red under the glare of the midday sun. Confusion, shock, and panic all fought to gain dominance over his facial expression. The shadows under his normally powerful eyes had lengthened even farther.

"Help him!!" he roared at the gathering groups; "Help him now this instant!!"

He heard himself and was disgusted by just how weak and helpless he sounded. He looked upon the unseemly sight of a dozen servants pouring into the field like rats, as they chased the half naked boy, his heart sank deeper into his chest.

This was a nightmare!

The sound of Madeline's voice came up behind him;

"You should really train your boy to watch his tongue. . ." it rang with a cold calculated mockery; ". . .heavens look at him go, your people had better get him off that thing before he cums. . ."

Slowly, he managed to peel his gaze away from the gory sight- landing his gaze on her;

". . .oh come on, don't look so glum Lord Fitch. . .your first grandchild is about to be half Fitch, half pig. . .just like it's father Paul. . ."

The white bearded man's eyes burned in anger. His lips twitched as he fought to keep himself from saying anything that could further escalate the situation.

"Enough Madeline," he rasped impatiently; "End this farce now, you've won already."

She stepped towards him, back straight, shoulders square, and eyes blazing victoriously;

"Won?" she scoffed; "I already won the moment I entered your home. You on the other hand, lost the moment I hold healed."

"Fine. Is that what you want?" he sneered; "You want me to clap for you?"

"Watch your tone Lord Fitch," she growled dangerously; ". . the only reason you're not also fucking a pig is because you were not as mouthy as your son."

"Exactly!" he snapped; "My son!"

Behind him, in the open field, the servants had turned the chase into a game. They snickered, covering their mouths, and doing their best to prolong this amusement by 'not catching' the sow.

"I want everything back Lord Fitch- no games. I let you have it because it was mine to give. . ." she added emphatically; ". . .and it still is."

The sounds of his son's rising moans of he shamelessly plugged into the pig, filled his ears. The squealing pig behind him, and the rustling sounds all reminded him of his own impotence in the situation.

It was all in Madeline's hands.

He forced the pride and contempt out of his gaze;

"Very well then," he straightened his back; "Very well Lady Russell, as of this moment, I have relinquished my hold over your inheritance. I formally agree to restore every single acre of Russell land under my care. It's all yours."

Madeline held his gaze for a few tense moments- enjoying the hell out of making him squirm.

"Thank you for your kindness Lord Fitch. It mean alot."

Then suddenly, her arm moved like a flash of lightning. She raised it up to her ear level, and snapped her fingers twice- in quick succession.

Snap! Snap!!

"There," she said sweetly; "Young Lord Paul should be all good now but I can't say the same for the poor animal."

In a fraction of a second, Paul's senses returned. The thick fog that had been resting on his brain suddenly lifted. In real time, he watched as the woman he was fucking, melted away like a dream of the night- just as he began to climax.

'What in the actual fuck???'

The other two beauties who had been showing him their pussy- also vanished. The pink bed, the lily scented room, it all evaporated like steam before the sun. A putrid, horrible smell attacked his nose instantly. The bright glare of the midday sun blinded him momentarily.

Like someone who had just awakened out of his slumber, he jerked his head up;

'The hell. . .'

His eyes began to exponentially widen in shock- he saw the pig, the corners of his eyes registered servants running towards him, and his father glowering at him in the distance;

'No, no, no. . ." Paul protested; 'This absolutely can not be happening!'

The shock and rippled through out his entire being, tearing his brain in half. Even as he let go of the creature and slumped to the ground, hot raw semen began to spew from his cock- in the presence of everyone!

The servants saw it. His father saw it. He saw it. He had just fucked and creamed a sow!

The sudden realization tore through him, shredding his insides, and stumping on his pride. Disgust overwhelmed him in waves. His stomach churned, his mouth suddenly began to feel nauseous.

Impulsively, he rolled his naked butt to his sides- and retched. The dreadful sound of his rancid vomiting spilled out of his throat and climbed into the air, saturating the open space with his disgrace!

Bent over on all fours, with his naked butt up in the air, and his semi erect dick still dangling, Paul's throat expunged waterfalls of the yellowish rancid liquid.

With her mission accomplished here, Madeline turned away- like an agent of chaos after a destruction. With a blooming confidence in her head, she waltzed away towards her waiting coach- thoroughly enjoying the sound of the commotion behind her.

Fitch's face clouded in anger as he watched her leave.

Behind the thick lush white beard on his face, the color had drained completely. His eyes burned deep as his stared at her with a hateful look.

'Don't think this is all over Madeline. . .' he thought to himself; 'I will definitely get my pound of flesh one way or the other. . .'

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"Mother!"

Nora's sharp toned voice cut through the open courtyard. The majestic black carriage cruised along the stone paved grounds of the castle- stopping right at the foot of the stone steps.

A wiry haired young servant, quick on his feet, and quicker with his hands, hurriedly rushed to get the door for the matriarch.

Madeline emerged from the womb of the vehicle looking like she was just swallowed a star.

"Where have you been?!" Nora inquired; "I've been looking all over for you! No one knows where you went, or when you said you'd be back."

"Sometimes, I wonder when you became the mother, and I the daughter."

Nora's face softened; "Forgive me, I was just worried."

"As is your right," Madeline smiled as she walked up the steps to meet her child.

Nora persisted; "You left pretty early, even before breakfast. . ." she roved her eyes all over her; ". . .and you look- nice?"

"Child, I've been on bed rest for a full decade now, I'm allowed to wear nice things no?"

"Of course mother, it's just-"

"Oh don't worry, I just went to check in on some old friends."