CARNAGE CASTLE

CHAPTER 27

JEAN JOSEPH

Lanecea's familiars destroyed all evidence of the elderly vampire by dawn. The guests' slave collars were removed and the men returned to their wives and families, already thinking of an excuse should they be asked. The night had been filled with secret pleasures and, if they were lucky, it wouldn't be their last.

Dieter had disappeared after presenting the elderly vampire for the evening's entertainment but had returned while the guests left the castle. Raking his fingers through his hair, Dieter watched as Herja, Revna, and Ignacy attached their chains to the bottom bedposts before laying down at the foot of the bed, all three naked. Stanislaus hesitated, but Revna quickly patted the bed before pointing to her pussy.

"Excuse me, Storm," Dieter drew Storm's attention from where he stood rubbing his cum into Lanecea's skin after washing vampire off her still-wet skin. "I have a gift for your mistress and would like to take her into town with me. You know she will be perfectly safe at my side, but we shouldn't be too long."

"That will be fine. Have her home before noon," Storm called over his shoulder as he approached the wardrobe, his eye on a crimson gown.

"Thank you. May I suggest you dress her in black? It would be more appropriate for her surprise."

Storm raised an eyebrow but didn't question the farmer as he picked out a black satin gown instead. It was just as sexy as the crimson - perhaps more so with the back cut out so low that it exposed her ass as well as her breasts above her nipples. Tightening the laces at the back of her dress, he stepped back to admire his handiwork before licking the soft mounds of her flesh, her boobs tasting like his cum. Marked, there would be no mistaking that his Lani was owned.

"May I go with them please Daddy?" Revna asked as she closed her spread legs.

"Not this morning. Herja, retrieve a goblet then milk Stanislaus while he licks Revna's pussy. She doesn't wish to see him use his cock on a breeder, but I doubt she will enjoy sticking her finger up his ass either."

"Yes, Master," Herja immediately unlatched her leash before retreating from the room.

"It won't hurt," Storm reassured Stanislaus. "You just won't get the release you would if you were permitted to cum. Revna, use this time to think of who you would like to be impregnated with his cum, and no, you may not choose yourself or your sisters. You must wait for your king and your sisters, their gods."

Revna remained deep in thought as she stroked Stanislaus' hair between her legs.

"How will Sophia become pregnant if she isn't bred?"

Lanecea smiled as Revna decided to use Lani's newest breeder.

"She can lay on her back beside you and watch Stanislaus give you pleasure while we pour his cum into her pussy. Would you like that, Darling?"

"Oh yes! She will be very jealous of me, I think. Mmm, I love your imagination, Mamma."

Lanecea laughed before accepting the arm Dieter held out for her. Revna had no idea the depth of her wild imagination, but it made her butterflies twirl that Revna admired Lani's uniqueness.

"Thank you, Darling. Have fun. Thank you, My King," Lanecea kissed his cheek missing him already but she adored Dieter and couldn't wait to see what he had up his sleeve to surprise her. Lani knew it would be epic.

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Lanecea's scandalous dress stood out among the small gathering of mourners, but Dieter didn't bother trying to conceal Lani's immodesty as he led her closer to where the elderly man stood near the pastor, the casket not yet lowered in the ground. Lani's fingers trailed over her round baby belly as the cool morning air kissed her bare ass, but her eyes were also on the bearded man who was in their crosshairs. 

"He only had the one child. Jean raised the boy on his own, never remarrying after his wife died when their son was only five years old. He is a pureblooded German," Dieter whispered as he slipped a piece of paper in Lanecea's hand.

Lanecea didn't need to look at the record as her heart visibly fluttered beneath her soft skin. She wanted Jean before she'd heard that he carried undiluted German blood in his veins. The man was a treasure to have remained loyal to his dead wife's memory for over twenty years.

"I must have him," Lanecea's fingers were trembling on Dieter's arm as she waited for the last shovel of earth to fall on the casket, then ignored her boobs that bounced with every step as she approached the fresh grave, laying a single long-stemmed rose the mound.

Jean watched as the stranger paid her respects. The rose was perfect, as pure and innocent as his thirty-year old son who had never married, his bloodline dying with him. Lanecea seemed to read his mind as she turned her green eyes on him, catching Jean in her crosshairs.

"I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Sir. Please let me introduce myself. I'm Lady Lanec...Cumming, this is my associate, Mr. Wagner. We are working on a project that I believe you will be interested in..."

Jean looked confused as he glanced between the pregnant brunette and her towering fair-haired companion, but smiled the moment he heard Dieter's German accent. He hadn't been in Brussels long before his son had fallen sick and Dieter reminded him of home.

"We are working on preserving bloodlines and are aware that yours has ended with the death of your only child. Lady Cumming and I would like to offer you a chance to assist us in ensuring bloodlines not only are preserved but prosper. Come with us, Sir, and see for yourself."

Lanecea studied Jean's eyes as she gently caressed her kicking babies while waiting for his answer and wasn't at all surprised when the gentleman's eyes rested on her frolicking stomach. He, of course, was unaware that Lanecea could read his mind. He was loyal to his wife but she had been too sick to give him any more children, nearly dying when she gave birth to the one he had just laid to rest. Devoted, he had never taken another wife but that didn't take away the desire to have more children. That desire still simmered in his heart even though he was in his seventies.

Jean looked over his shoulder, his empty home awaiting him before he nodded.

"I am quite homesick and am not in a hurry to return home now that my son... Thank you for your offer. I look forward to seeing what you have been working on."

"You won't be disappointed," Lanecea smiled up at Jean as she entwined her fingers with his.

Let the villagers talk. Jean wouldn't be returning.