Chapter 202: The new order
The sun hadn’t even shifted in the sky by the time Allen descended from the royal suite, each step down the palace staircase echoing like a drumbeat of new law. Behind him trailed the aftermath of revolution: three princesses limp with pleasure and leaking royalty, Elira crawling with renewed marks scrawled across her back—Cum Vessel. Breeder. Owned—and Fina and Rinni flanking him like crowned wolves in heat.
The throne was his. Everyone knew it. But Allen wasn’t slowing down.
As he passed through the atrium, heads turned—maids froze mid-step, guards stiffened (some literally), and nobles still lingering from the Queen’s earlier ruin gasped and shrank away. There was no doubt anymore. No rumors. No whispers. Just raw, wide-eyed truth: the palace belonged to him.
Allen didn’t speak until he reached the central hall, where golden banners still fluttered with the old house sigil. Without looking, he raised his hand—and Fina set them ablaze.
The flames climbed fast, devouring tradition in brilliant orange tongues. Smoke curled toward the mosaic ceiling, swirling above carved marble gods who, if they were watching, now bore witness to their own irrelevance.
Allen stepped into the heart of the hall and turned slowly. "You all stood by while this kingdom rotted from the inside. You wore silk while the poor starved. You paid priestesses to ’bless’ your bloodlines while they whored themselves for coin. You watched your Queen waste away untouched for decades while the heirs fucked pillows and power plays."
He smirked. "That era’s over."
The crowd was growing. More nobles arrived, flanked by guards who didn’t even draw blades anymore. Servants knelt as they passed. At the edges of the hall, beastkin women watched with twitching tails, breathless, as the man who ruined their hierarchy reshaped the entire palace like it was a bedroom.
Allen snapped his fingers.
The doors to the side swung open—and Yssira walked out.
Not hidden. Not covered. The Queen wore nothing but a sheer black veil clinging to her cum-slicked body, her runes faintly glowing again—but not with magic. Just heat. Her thighs still glistened with Allen’s seed. Her expression was blank, regal, obedient.
She walked across the marble and dropped to her knees at his side, kissing his boot without being told.