Chapter 807: Perfect Blend Of Wholesomeness And Debauchery!
Diana and Aqua had become the thrill-seekers of the family.
They went from ride to ride, never satisfied with the level of excitement.
Roller coasters were too slow. Drop towers were too gentle. Spinning rides didn’t spin fast enough.
Finally, Aqua had enough.
"I’ll make my own ride." She declared, her eyes blazing with excitement. "One that’s even crazier than anything here!"
Diana blinked. "Aqua, what are you talking about?"
But Aqua was already in motion. Since her power had been edging toward Supreme Age, her abilities had grown infinitely stronger.
Creating a domain and using it to build a ride was nothing for her now.
She threw her hands up, and the ground began to shake.
A massive track materialized in the sky, looping around the entire festival.
It was enormous, terrifying, and absolutely incredible!
"Let’s go!" Aqua shouted, grabbing Diana’s hand.
"Aqua, we can’t just—"
But Aqua was already pulling her onto the ride. And as they shot into the sky, Diana’s protests turned into screams of pure exhilaration.
"AHHH! THIS IS AMAZING!" Diana shrieked as the ride plunged downward.
"I KNOW, RIGHT?!" Aqua agreed. "I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE IT!"
They were holding hands, their hair flying wild in the wind, their screams of terror and joy blending together into one beautiful symphony.
Down below, festival-goers watched in awe as the two women rode the magical contraption like they were born for it.
"WE SHOULD MAKE ONE OF THESE NEAR THE ESTATE!" Diana shouted. "SO WE CAN RIDE IT EVERY DAY!"
Aqua’s eyes lit up. "THAT’S A WONDERFUL IDEA! I’LL START BUILDING IT TOMORROW!"
They both laughed, their voices carrying across the entire festival.
And everyone who heard it couldn’t help but smile.
—
The absolute highlight of the night, however, was the play.
It was an elaborate, multi-act production that the maids, the sisters of the church, and the Holy Guard had been practicing for an entire week.
The stage had been set up in the center of the festival grounds, and thousands of people had gathered to watch.
And the story itself was something special, a tale Cassius had written just for this occasion.
It spoke of family, love, and finding your home in unexpected places.
The gentle maids played ruffians, their normally demure faces twisted into theatrical scowls.
The brutish knights played noble ladies, their deep voices lisping in exaggerated posh accents.
The sisters of the church played goblins and fairies, their holy robes replaced with glittery costumes.
And the children absolutely loved it!
They laughed at the funny parts, booed at the villains, and cheered at the heroes.
When the princess finally escaped the tower to be reunited with her love, the entire crowd erupted into cheers and applause.
The play ended with all the performers taking a bow, their faces glowing with pride.
The audience was on its feet, giving a standing ovation that echoed across the entire festival.
Joy, watching from the sidelines with the little ones on her shoulders, couldn’t help but feel a surge of emotion.
This was because every single person on that stage had once been an enemy of Cassius in one way or another.
They’d all opposed him, fought against him, distrusted him.
And now they were here, celebrating his festival, performing in his play, laughing and smiling under his banner.
’Fate truly does play strange games.’ She thought. ’I never would have believed this possible. Not in a 1,276,743 years.’
’Hmm...Why was I so specific with that number just now?’
—
The night ended with a massive bonfire.
Everyone gathered around it, their faces lit by the warm glow of the flames.
The music started up, and soon people were dancing, spinning, and laughing in pairs and groups.
Diana danced with Vivi, twirling her daughter around in a graceful waltz.
Vivi then went on to dance with Nala, their movements an interesting mix of elegance and snake-like slither.
Nala was swept up by Portia, who finally let loose and just enjoyed herself.
Joy was pulled into the dancing as well, her little wolf pups still clinging to her. She laughed and spun around, making the little ones squeal with delight.
Carmela, Olga, and Maria danced their own tune, their arms linked, their faces flushed with joy.
Carmela felt so accepted, so loved.
And the rest of the family joined in as well—Isabelle and Julie, Aisha and Skadi, Diana and Aqua, the maids and knights and sisters all intermingling in a beautiful celebration of unity.
It was a night of pure happiness.
—
But the busiest person at the festival was, of course, Cassius.
After dumping his load inside Aisha and leaving her spinning on the carousel, her seed leaking down her thighs, he’d gone on a mission.
Or a hunt as some would say.
He went to every single woman he knew, dragging them off to some secluded corner or a ride, and indulging in the most primal desires.
Diana was pulled behind a hot dog stand while the play was still going on. He bent her over, lifted her skirt, and thrust into her with wild abandon.
She had to bite her hand to keep from screaming, her body shuddering with pleasure.
"Cassius!" She hissed. "Someone might see us!"
"Then they’ll see how beautiful you look when you’re getting fucked." He whispered in her ear.
Diana’s protests melted away as he pounded into her, leaving her dripping with his seed before sending her back to the play with a satisfied grin.
—
Portia was caught on a small roller coaster.
Cassius unbuckled his pants, bent her over, and made her continue sucking his cock even as the ride looped through the air.
She kept her composure perfectly, her lips never leaving his shaft, even as they rose and dipped through the night.
"Such a good girl." He murmured, stroking her hair.
Portia’s response was muffled by his cock, but the flush on her cheeks said everything.
—
Julie and Isabelle were stacked on top of each other in a changing tent, wearing the silliest outfits Cassius could find.
He fucked them both thoroughly, leaving them both drenched and satisfied.
"Now." He said, buttoning his pants. "Go back to the play and smile like nothing happened."
Julie blushed furiously. "Cassius! We’re both—we’re filled with your—"
"Exactly." He said cheerfully. "Now go."
They stumbled out, red-faced and wobbly-legged, while Cassius continued his spree.
—
He even managed to convince Joy to join him for a quick session.
She was reluctant at first, more focused on playing with the little ones.
But Cassius was persuasive.
And after a brief session, Joy was back with the girls, her cheeks flushed and her thighs dripping.
"Big Sis Joy, why is your face so red?" Fufu asked innocently.
"I’m...I’m hot." Joy stammered. "Yes. Very hot. It’s the fire. The fire is making me hot."
Fufu accepted this explanation without question, and Joy breathed a sigh of relief.
By the end of the night, Cassius had managed to sleep with every woman in the household.
The main wives, the maids, plenty of Holy Guard members, bolder members of the sisters of the church, and also many of the townfolk he knew.
He’d stuffed pussies, filled mouths, and pumped asses with careless abandon.
And somehow, completely miraculously, he’d managed to be secretive about every single encounter.
The taboo of it all, the exhilaration of doing such dirty things in such a public place, made it even better.
Every woman he took had to suppress their moans, had to pretend nothing was happening while Cassius ravished them.
It was a feat of pure debauchery!
The Goddess above would surely he satisfied.
—
His final partner of the night was Lucius.
Not in the same way, of course. Cassius had no intention of sleeping with his cute butler.
No, his final act of the festival was much more innocent.
Lucius had been working tirelessly all night, managing the behind-the-scenes operations of the entire festival.
He’d coordinated the play, managed the food stalls, resolved disputes between vendors, and ensured everything ran smoothly.
The young butler had been a whirlwind of efficiency and Cassius felt he deserved a reward, so he asked him if he wanted to end the night on the Ferris-wheel together.
Lucius was absolutely ecstatic.
"Oh, Young Master! That’s is so romantic! Just the two of us, high above the festival, watching the stars together!"
"I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long!"
Cassius rolled his eyes. "Lucius, it’s just a ride. Calm down."
"I can’t calm down! This is the best night of my life!"
But the moment they reached the top, Lucius fell asleep.
The exhaustion finally caught up with him.
He slumped against Cassius, his small body warm and peaceful.
Cassius looked down at him, his expression softening. His butler’s face was simply too cute.
His rosy cheeks, his peaceful expression, his tiny form snuggled against Cassius’s chest.
Cassius literally had to slap his own face to stop certain thoughts from forming.
’No! Bad Cassius! He’s a man. A very cute man, but still a man. Keep it together!’
So he just let Lucius sleep, cradling the exhausted butler in his arms as the ferris-wheel turned slowly.
—
As the flames slowly died down, the members of the Holyfield household made their way home, exhausted but happy.
The little ones had fallen asleep in Joy’s arms.
Carmela was supporting a tipsy Maria and Olga.
Diana was practically carrying Aqua, who had worn herself out with her magical ride.
Skadi was helping Vivi walk, both of them still giggling about the night’s events.
Nala had Portia wrapped in her tail, carrying her like a princess.
Julie and Isabelle walked hand in hand, their faces glowing with satisfaction.
And Cassius walked at the back of the group, Lucius still asleep in his arms.
He looked up at the stars and smiled.
’This was a good night.’ He thought. ’A night for the history books.’
But little did Cassius know that everything was going to fall apart from here—
—and it was going to end with multiple massacres so brutal, that even the Scarlet Empress herself would shiver in trepidation when she read the horrific reports.
