Incest Pendragon

[Task: Break Francesca Prelati and mold her into your shape.]

[Progress: Complete]

[Reward: Summoning Ticket (1), Golden Rule (Fate), Glyphs (RWBY)]

King Uther glanced at the completed quest notification, a wicked smirk spreading across his face.

The summoning ticket in his hand glimmered with potential, but he wasn't in any rush to use it.

For now, his attention was fixed on the broken nun kneeling before him, her silver hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin as she worked tirelessly to please him.

Her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, her throat bulging as she struggled to take him fully.

The defiant glint that once sparkled in her eyes had long since faded, replaced by a hollow desperation to survive—her spirit crushed, her purpose now reduced to earning whatever scraps of favor he might toss her way.

Uther's hand rested heavily on her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her movements.

"Yes… This is how it should be, Prelati," he said with a mocking grin, his voice dripping with condescension. "You've proven to be quite suited for this role—a perfect little cocksucker."

Her gagging and muffled protests only fueled his amusement.

"Faster," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience.

She tried to pull away to catch her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks as she choked on his length.

But Uther didn't allow her even a moment of reprieve.

With a sharp thrust, he buried himself deeper into her throat, groaning as her muffled gasps and gagging noises filled the quiet forest around them.

"Gurgh… Gurgh…" The obscene sounds of her struggling echoed as he took his pleasure without restraint.

His grip on her head tightened as he felt himself reaching his limit.

Without warning, his cock pulsed, and he came hard down her throat.

She gagged violently, coughing as the thick load filled her mouth and dripped down her chin.

Her instincts screamed at her to spit it out, but before she could react, Uther pulled out and stroked himself, spraying the remaining ropes of cum across her flushed, tear-streaked face.

The sticky warmth splattered onto her hair and cheeks, leaving her utterly debased and humiliated.

"Now you're free, Prelati," Uther said coldly, adjusting his trousers with a dismissive glance at her. "You may leave."

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hah…?" The word escaped her lips, barely audible as she stared at him, stunned.

The question mark etched on her face betrayed the chaos in her mind.

He had imprisoned her, humiliated her, and stripped her of everything for a month—only to let her go so nonchalantly?

The absurdity of his words hit her like a cruel joke.

She hadn't even had the chance to wipe his cum from her face, her body trembling from the aftermath of his absurd demand.

"Yeah, you heard me right—you're free to go. But don't think for a second that the church is going to just welcome you back with open arms. Not after hearing you spent a whole month in captivity and suddenly came back like nothing happened." Uther smirked wickedly, his piercing gaze drilling into her.

She responded with a deadpan expression, but deep down, she knew this man wasn't letting her go without strings attached.

There was no way someone like him would just release her.

As if he could read her mind, his smirk softened into a disturbingly compassionate gaze, making her stomach churn.

"I'm serious. You're free to go—it's your choice. Stay with me, or head back to the church and face their trials, their interrogations. Sure, you might survive their little inquisition. But… who knows what'll happen when they hear about the 'incident' between us?" His hand moved to her silver hair, still sticky and matted with his cum.

Slowly, almost tenderly, he stroked her hair before pulling out a handkerchief to wipe away the mess from her face and neck.

Her face burned in humiliation.

She bowed her head, every ounce of her pride crumbling under the weight of her circumstances.

It took everything in her to say the words she knew would seal her fate. "Let me follow you, King Uther. I will become your maid, as you requested."

"Not just my maid," Uther corrected her, his voice sharp, commanding. "You will become anything I want you to be. Anything."

"Yes, King Uther," she replied, bowing her head even lower.

She could feel his predatory grin, his victory etched across his face as he looked down at her submission.

"For now," he said, his voice dripping with lust, "strip. That nun's outfit is getting in the way of our fucking."

There was no resistance left in her. No defiance.

She simply obeyed. She removed her dress piece by piece, exposing her pale, trembling body to the cool night air.

And then, without being told, she lowered herself onto all fours, her bare ass raised in the wilderness of the forest, silently inviting him to do whatever he wanted.

A dark smirk curled across Uther's lips as he stepped closer.

"Good girl," he muttered under his breath, marveling at the sight of the nun presenting herself like a common whore.

He knelt behind her, his hand running over her soft, supple skin before he grabbed her hips.

But this time, Uther had something different in mind.

With no warning, he pressed the head of his cock against her tight, untouched asshole.

She gasped, her body tensing as she realized what he was about to do.

"Relax," he said mockingly, coating his cock with a cold lubrication spell Merlin had taught him.

The icy sensation made her shudder, but it did little to ease the burning stretch as he forced himself inside her.

Her back arched, her fingers digging into the dirt as she endured the overwhelming pain.

Uther groaned as he claimed her sacred, untouched hole, his cock burying itself deep inside her.

He didn't stop, didn't hold back, pounding into her with relentless force as her cries of pain and reluctant moans echoed through the forest.

Her body quivered beneath him, her voice breaking as she struggled to keep herself upright.

The mixture of pain and unwanted pleasure overwhelmed her, as Uther used her body however he pleased.

And yet, no matter how much she wanted to resist, no matter how much shame burned in her chest, she didn't move away.

She couldn't.

She had surrendered to him completely, her fate now entirely in his hands.

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Question: When this fic is finished, do you have any recommendations for what to write next? Merlin? Arthur Pendragon? Great Red? Aleister Crowley? Julius Caesar? Zelretch? Crimson Moon? Adolf Hitler? Lucifer Morningstar? Sirzechs? Any cool ideas?