Rian's fingers trembled as he focused on the shimmering interface. Voyeur Amulet: 30 Coins. He had twenty-five. The System's cold voice slithered through his mind. Offer: Advance five coins. Debt incurs interest. Purchase?
"Fuck yes," he hissed, the words tasting like a betrayal he already craved.
The world dissolved. His study vanished, replaced by the crisp air of the royal hunting grounds. He was a ghost, invisible, hovering just behind a thick oak as Duke Harlan helped Elara dismount. Rian's spectral form had no real body, but he felt a phantom ache between his legs, a tingling reminder of his new, pathetic size.
Harlan's hand was still on Elara's waist, large and possessive. "You ride well, my lady. A spirited mare for a spirited woman."
"You are too kind, Your Grace," Elara replied, but her voice lacked its usual steel. A flush painted her neck.
"Kindness has nothing to do with it." Harlan's voice dropped, a low rumble that Rian felt in his own bones. "I've watched you in court. All that fire, wasted on a man who can't even hold your gaze. A man with the ambition and cock of a frightened pageboy."
Elara's breath caught. She should have slapped him. She should have walked away. But she didn't. She stood there, her emerald eyes wide, her lips slightly parted.
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Harlan saw the hesitation and pounced. He cupped her cheek, his thumb rough against her soft skin. "Let me show you what a real man feels like. What a real fucking feels like."
He crushed his mouth to hers. It wasn't a kiss of courtly love; it was a conquest. Elara's hands came up, not to push him away, but to clutch at the thick leather of his riding doublet. A low moan escaped her throat; a sound Rian had never been able to coax from her.
Harlan broke the kiss, his own breathing ragged. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you want my cock."
"I… I shouldn't…" Elara whispered, but her body arched toward him.
"Tell me."
"Yes," the word was a ragged sigh. "Yes, Your Grace."
That was all the permission he needed. Harlan backed her against the broad trunk of the oak, his hands yanking up the skirts of her riding habit. Rian's ghostly perspective shifted, giving him a perfect, horrifying, breathtaking view.
Harlan's fingers, thick and calloused, dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, pushing them apart. The autumn air hit Elara's bare cunt, and Rian saw her folds, glistening already. Fuck, she's wet for him. So fucking wet.
"Look at that," Harlan growled, not to Elara, but to the air to Rian, though he couldn't know. "Your wife's cunt is dripping for me. Begging for a real cock to stretch it open." He drove two fingers inside her without warning.
Elara cried out, her head falling back against the tree. "Oh, gods!"
"Is that the sound your useless husband gets from you?" Harlan snarled, fingers pistoning in and out of her soaking hole. "Or does he just play with his little prick at the sight of you?"
"No… he… oh, fuck!" she moaned, her hips beginning to rock against his hand, meeting his thrusts.
"No, he doesn't. But I will." Harlan unbuckled his trousers with his free hand. His cock sprang out, thick and veined and massive. It made Rian's shriveled, two-inch nub seem like a sick joke. Harlan spat into his palm, slicking his shaft, the head swollen and purple. He positioned himself at her entrance.
"Watch closely, little lord," Harlan muttered, a vicious grin on his face as he stared right through Rian' spectral form. "Watch how a real man claims what's his."
He drove into her.
Elara's scream was swallowed by the forest. It wasn't pain. It was shock, raw and electric, giving way to pure, unadulterated pleasure. Harlan's cock buried itself to the hilt in one brutal, claiming thrust, stretching her cunt wider than Rian ever had or could.
"Fuck! It's so… big!" Elara gasped, her nails scratching at the tree bark behind her.
"It's what you need," Harlon grunted, setting a punishing rhythm, slamming into her with enough force to shake the leaves above them. Each thrust was a hammer blow to Rian's pride, each one earning a soft chime in his mind. Humiliation Milestone Reached. +10 Cuck Coins.
Rian was frozen, a spectator to his own annihilation. He saw every detail. The way Elara's tight cunt gripped Harlan's thick shaft, struggling to take all of him. The way her tits bounced with each powerful drive of his hips. The obscene, wet sound of their fucking, a slick slap of skin on skin that drowned out the birdsong.
"You like that, you imperial slut?" Harlan growled, one hand tangling in her golden hair, pulling her head back. "You like having your cunt stuffed full of a rival duke's cock while your husband hides in his study?"
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Don't stop! It's so fucking good!" Elara babbled, lost in a sea of sensation Rian had never given her.
Harlan's pace became frantic, animalistic. He released her hair, his hands grabbing her ass, lifting her to meet his thrusts, plunging even deeper. "I'm gonna fill this fertile cunt. I'm gonna pump you full of my cum until it's dripping down your thighs. Let your sissy husband taste what a real man leaves behind."
The vulgar promise, the sheer nastiness of it, sent a jolt of shame-soaked arousal through Rian. His tiny, useless cock twitched, a pathetic spasm of pleasure at the image of licking another man's seed from his wife's well-fucked pussy.
Harlan's body tensed. A guttural roar tore from his throat as he slammed into her one last time, hilting himself deep. Rian saw the man's cock pulse violently inside her. Elara screamed, her own orgasm crashing over her, her body convulsing around the thick intruder milking his release into her.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing. Harlan stayed buried inside her, keeping his seed trapped. Finally, he pulled out with a slick, wet pop.
The sight was devastating. Elara's cunt was red, swollen, gaping slightly. A thick, pearlescent trickle of Harlan's cum immediately began to seep out, dripping down her inner thigh.
Harlan tucked his softening cock away, a look of smug satisfaction on his face. He dipped a finger into the mess between her legs and held it up.
"A trophy," he said. "For your collection, Valest."
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The vision vanished. Rian collapsed forward onto his desk, his body shaking, his face wet with tears he hadn't realized he'd shed. The phantom sensations faded, leaving only the dull throb of his insignificant clit and the chilling chime of 100 coins in his mind. The shop interface glowed brighter, new, more depraved items now available.
The door to his study creaked open. Elara stood there, her hair disheveled, her riding habit still slightly askew. A faint, familiar musk clung to her. She looked dazed, euphoric, and a little guilty.
"Rian?" she said, her voice husky. "I'm… I'm back."
She took a step into the room, and Rian's eyes locked onto the faint, glistening trail on her thigh. His mouth went dry. The System whispered, a seductive serpent in his ear. New Task: Cleanse your wife. Taste your rival's power. Reward: 50 Coins.
Elara followed his gaze, her cheeks flushing crimson with understanding. She didn't move away.
"Husband…" she whispered, her voice a mix of question and invitation.