The night is thick with clouds, shrouding the sky in darkness, earth is illuminated by the light of the ominous red full moon that had just begun to eclipse. A cold, unpleasant wind howled through the trees, making them sway as if they were alive. The sounds of nocturnal creatures echoed through the forest, hooting and screeching.
Sera's carriage rolled through the desolate gatehouse, its wheels crunching over the gravel before it finally halted in front of the castle entrance. The structure loomed ahead, its once-majestic façade now overgrown with moss, creepers, and climbing ivy, giving it a neglected and ghostly appearance.
Sera stood and gracefully stepped down from the carriage, her eyes scanning the unsettling surroundings.
“Princess, we will take our leave. We need to take our rides to the stables,” the maid said, breaking the silence.
“Alright, thank you for escorting me. Please go ahead,” Sera replied with a nod.
Her female entourage bowed and moved away, leaving Sera alone at the entrance of the castle. The wind tugged at her cloak, sending shivers from the cold.
‘That's strange. Normally, someone would come out of the castle to receive me,’ Sera thought.
She walked towards the main door of the seemingly desolate and dilapidated castle. As she neared the entrance, the heavy wooden door creaked open with a long, mournful groan, the sound of rusty hinges protesting the movement.
An elderly woman, her hair as silver as the moonlight that struggled to break through the clouds, stood in the doorway. She was dressed in the dress code of the Hive (please refer to volume 1 arc2 chapter30 for description of the maid outfit), her back slightly hunched with age, yet her eyes were sharp and observant. She greeted Sera with a respectful bow.
“Welcome back, Madam Sera. The matriarchs are awaiting your arrival,” the old woman said, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her hands.
Sera recognized her immediately—it was her old wet nurse, the one sent by the Countess, who is the chief maid to the matriarchs of the hive.
“It’s been a while, nanny. How have you been?” Sera greeted her warmly.
“I’m doing well, madam. Thank you for your concern,” the old woman replied with a gentle smile.
Despite the warmth of their exchange, a sense of unease gnawed at Sera. Seeing the chief maid, at first glance, everything seems to be normal. But Sera kept on feeling a sense of dissonance.
‘I can’t quite put my finger on it but something seems off. What is it?’ Sera thought.
Sera wondered, her sharp eyes discreetly scanning the woman. ‘She seems normal… but…her dress seems slightly disheveled. Although it is not anything major, the chief maid I know would never let herself be seen like this.
“Please come in,” the maid said, gesturing towards the dimly lit hallway.
Sera nodded, masking her growing unease with a calm expression, and followed the maid inside.
Sera wanted to speak further, but the old woman interjected, “Madam Sera, I would have escorted you to the Matriarchs myself, but the entire castle has been busy for the past month. We're currently in the final phase of preparations, and I must join everyone. I can't accompany you.”
“You know your way around the castle. Please make your way to the terrace to meet the Matriarchs.”
“Okay…” Sera’s smile stiffened, her lips twitching as she watched the old woman rush off without even waiting for her reply.
‘Why is she in such a hurry? What’s happening?’ Sera wondered, a sense of unease settling in her chest.
Pinching the bridge of her nose, “I have a bad feeling about all this,” she murmured to herself,
Sera felt a foreboding, as if she was about to suffer.
Sighing deeply, she began walking through the castle, while reminiscing her past.
‘I wonder how everyone is?’
Sera moved cautiously through the dimly lit hallway, her footsteps echoing softly against the cold stone floor. The walls, lined with tapestries faded from time, seemed to close in around her as she walked. The torches mounted on the walls flickered weakly, casting long, wavering shadows that danced with every step she took.
‘This area should be lit with magic lamps. Why is it replaced with torches?’
Why don’t I see anyone?’
….
Sera continues to walk through the castle.
….
‘Where is everyone?’ Sera thought, her unease intensifying as she realized the castle is eerily desolate. Not a single maid or guard is in sight, not a single fly buzzing around.
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Soon, Sera found herself at a set of heavy wooden doors, revealing a short, narrow passage. This passage was different—its walls were smooth and unadorned, and the ceiling was lower. The air here was cooler, tinged with the earthy smell of damp stone.
As Sera approached the inner courtyard, she could feel a pleasant breeze with the scent of flowers and nature. But this smell is mixed with another peculiar scent.
Sniff, sniff
Sniffing the breeze, Sera’s eyes glinted in excitement and her heart skipped a beat. Mixed within the breeze is a mild, musky scent. Sera immediately recognized the scent. It is the scent of arousal. The scent of bitches in heat. Scent of pheromones, sex and lustful fluids.
As she walked further, she heard a large number of moans.
As soon as she entered the inner courtyard, she witnessed an astonishing scene.
She was greeted by the sight of the open sky garden. The garden was an enclosed courtyard, open to the sky above, with ancient stone pillars framing it. Between the windows were alcoves, each holding a marble statue of a past ancestor, their expressions stoic and eyes seemingly watching over the garden. The floor of the corridor was a mosaic of faded intricate patterns.
The wind from the garden rustled the grass, leaves and vines, creating a whispering sound that seemed to beckon her closer.
The red moon, partially eclipsed, cast an otherworldly glow on the scene, making the garden seem even more surreal.
Below the sky drenching in the light of the red moon eclipse are a large group of people indulging themselves in a large-scale orgy filling the entire garden.
The scene is chaotic, everyone is in ecstasy. The people who are participating are of varying ages. Everyone is either naked or their dresses torn off and they are scattered on the ground.
She finds a woman who is riding on a man while her hands are pumping two other men while her mouth is licking another woman whose breasts are being sucked by the two men.
A male and female couple, on the floor, very engrossed in their 69 position, unashamedly slurping and sucking each other.
Another couple are enjoying a traditional missionary position.
Under a marble statue, there is a female on her back on the ground, legs held wide by a couple of men, who are playing with her large brown nipples. Knelt between her legs, head deep in her honeypot is another light-skinned tanned female. Behind her was another male, who is sliding his long rod deeply in and out of her from behind, making her cry.
Under a tree, an older woman on her hands and knees, a shaft being slammed into her mouth, and one from behind, by two platinum-haired, well-toned twins.
In the center, a woman is restrained by two women holding her knees and elbows, keeping her in a m-spread position. A man with his huge member, teasing her core, trying to enter, stretching her tightly, causing the woman to scream in ecstasy, her eyes rolled back and mouth wide open.
A woman on her knees is helping two women with her fingers and a man with her mouth at once.
A couple kissing while in an unbreakable embrace.
Two women held each other's breasts, while two men drove them from behind grinding against their g-spots. Hooking their ankles around each other, spreading their legs wide apart kissing passionately.
Two women, in 69 position, their lips and tongue devouring each other's honeypots, sucking each other's pink beads, drinking each other’s overflowing nectar.
Two men held a woman in the air, using each of her holes from front and back. While she lost herself in ecstasy as she let them do with her as they pleased while she let herself go as if a puppet whose strings were cut.
A woman sat on a man’s lap, spreading her legs wide as his snake entered her snake hole.
A woman is being sandwiched by two men.
A group of women lay on the ground pleasuring each other.
Some participants lay in a tangled, sweaty heap, their bodies still unsated but spent.
The scene is so messed up that it is harder to identify which hands and legs belong to whom.
The men, strong and muscular, their bodies slick with sweat, are relentless in their pursuit of pleasure. They groan and grunt with each thrust, their hands roaming over the smooth skin of their partners as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
The women, with their long flowing hair and curves that could tempt even the most stoic of men, move with a grace that is both alluring and hypnotic. Their soft skin glistens in the dim moonlight, their nipples hard with arousal as they move from one partner to the next, eager to satiate their lust.
The air is thick with the sounds of moans and sighs, punctuated by the occasional sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Bodies writhe and entwine in a carnal dance, lost in the throes of passion and desire.
The smell of sex hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the scent of the earth and the rust of the old castle walls. The sounds of pleasure echo off the ancient stones, filling the courtyard with a symphony of desire.
As the red moon continues to cast its eerie light over the scene, the orgy continues. Bodies arching and shuddering in ecstasy, cries of pleasure filling the night sky.
The air is filled with a strong scent of love juices, moans of the pleasures and sex in the air. To sera, the scent lingering in the air is like an aphrodisiac, the moans of pleasure are akin to enticing whispers, stimulating her, exciting her, making her nectar to overflow from her flower.
The corridor is also filled with people who are in the middle of their carnal dance.
No one seemed to care about the new person moving around or what was happening around them. Everyone's minds have long stopped thinking. Everyone is but an animal in heat, who lost their capability of logical reasoning.
Sera bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, using the pain to forcefully regain control over her senses.
‘What is happening?’ Sera thought, astonished by the scene before her.
After steadying her breath, she took in her surroundings. She saw numerous acquaintances, friends, relatives, and clan members, all caught up in their primal urges.
The air was thick with chaos, and no one seemed in their right mind.
A pervasive scent, reminiscent of an aphrodisiac, lingered in the air, causing those present to lose all control.
The ground is covered with elaborate runes and intricate magic circles, their symbols started to glow faintly with a sickly green hue. The runes formed a web-like pattern across the ground, connecting various ritual points.
Magic circles sprawled across the floor, marked by precise geometric shapes and runic inscriptions that pulsed rhythmically, as if alive. The walls were adorned with large sigils that cast eerie, writhing shadows across the foliage.
High-level magic crystals were placed at calculated points.
‘Is this a ritual site?’ she wondered, her mind racing.
‘From what I can see, this area appears to be just a fragment of a much larger magic circle.’
Suddenly, she remembered the chief maid’s words, ‘the entire castle has been busy for the past month.’
‘Have they been going at it for an entire month?’ Sera is shocked by her deduction.
‘Just what are they doing? What kind of ritual are they conducting?’
As she continued to observe, sera soon turned her gaze at the sky witnessing the moon’s gradual obscuration. Her eyes widened as she muttered, “The eclipse is halfway through”
Sera understood that the hive is performing some kind of large scale ritual under the red moon eclipse. She tried to recognize what kind of ritual it was, but she couldn’t.
Soon, she decided to give up.
Overwhelmed by the chaotic and depraved scene she decided to leave the ritual site as she could not bear to stay in that lust filled environment. If she were to stay any longer, she would lose her sanity too.
She slowly walked towards the terrace in slightly wobbly steps caused due to her overflowing nectar.
Reaching the terrace, she slowly opened the door. The sight that greeted her was even more horrifying.
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