A Degenerate's Tale

Chapter 34 Sheryl(2)

The members of the Beast Kingdom's Council were: the Fox Clan, the Wolf Clan, the Cat Clan, the Tiger clan, the Naga Clan, and finally, the Mermaid clan.

Other clans that were not part of the council either have too small of a voice or were integrated with another clan. For example, the Dog Clan was integrated with the Wolf Clan and so on.

When Sheryl was finished with her chores, she walked further into the shrine and exited into a forest. This was her clan's training ground. Her body was relaxed as she easily traversed through the forest. Soon, she arrived at her destination.

It was in a discreet location in front of a cave. As if blocking the entrance to the cave, a beautiful pink katana was sheathed in the ground in front of it. In front of it was a cute fox maiden in a shrine maiden outfit. Her face was soft and delicate, like the purest untouched girl. There was a trace of nervousness on her face and her pink ears would twitch at any sound.

Ever since Sheryl turned 14, it has been calling for her. The legendary sword, Sakura Death. Currently ownerless and in the safekeeping of the Fox Clan.

The blade of the katana was a crystal-like translucent pink. The hilt was platinum gold in colour, comparable to the most precious jewellery. The sun rays shone down on it, giving it a holy radiance. The handle was made of intertwining red silk that was the colour of blood.

Sheryl closed her eyes and concentrated, extinguishing any nervousness that was on her face before. At 14 years old, she was a genius who had already reached the Advanced Adept level in swordsmanship. She took a deep breath and she could feel her ears twitch excitedly. This was it. Today was the day.

She suppressed her excitement as she stood in front of the legendary sword. Her power flowed through her body as a blood-red aura completely cloaked her body and her red eyes sharpened. With preparations completed, she grasped the handle of Sakura Death and...

Shhh...!!

A sound similar to cold water being poured on hot metal sounded. The moment Sheryl grabbed the sword, the ground below her dented as if gravity increased by tens of fold. However, she stood strong. Her crimson eyes never wavered and showed true determination.

And true determination, it acknowledged.

Shiing!

The legendary sword came off the ground and Sheryl felt like a heavyweight was lifted off her back. Her lips lifted up for a smirk as her red aura increased in intensity and surged to the sky.

She could feel the power and voice of Sakura Death as she held.

"Thank you for choosing me," Sheryl said. "We are now bound by a contract. Unless one of us perishes, we will be life long companions!"

Sheryl's aura reached the clouds and she ascended to the Expert level at this moment. An unheard-of feat in the Beast Kingdom. When her aura calmed down, Sheryl had a refreshing smile on her face.

"So it's chosen you?" A voice rang out from behind her.

The voice startled her as she abruptly turned around to see a tall man standing behind her. He had broad shoulders and a handsomely chiselled face. His hair was a deep crimson red that reached his waist. And on top of his head was a pair of crimson fox ears. To finish off, he wore a light blue kimono.

"Father!" Sheryl said happily as she lunged to hug him. "Yes, I am now the master of Sakura Death."

"That's good." Sheryl's father said in a loving voice while hugging her. "You can protect yourself better now."

Even with such a huge achievement from his daughter, his first priority was her safety. "Tonight, we will celebrate!"

That night, the two of them celebrated over a well-fermented bottle of rice wine. Their family was small, composing of only two of them. They were seated on the ground by a small table, across from each other. On top of the table were various traditional foods and 3 cups of wine. One cup for her father, one cup for herself. Next to the third cup of wine, there was a portrait of a beautiful fox lady with white hair and ears.

When the father and daughter pair toasted each other, Sheryl looked to the portrait as a small tear dripped out of her eye. "Are you proud mom? I became the wielder of a legendary sword today... Just like you..."

Next to her, Daddy Fox was misty-eyed as well when he heard the words of his beloved daughter.

After that day, Sheryl left her home to become an Adventurer. Both for her safety, and her distaste of the council.

The wind blew and the campfire crackled, bringing Sheryl back to reality. Sheryl's ears twitched as she heard moans in the distance. Furrowing her eyebrows, she made her way over to the source of the moans... the carriage.

The horse golems of the carriage were deactivated, as well as the driver. A small amount of light was leaking from the door of the carriage which Sheryl used to peek through. She would never forget what she saw for the rest of her life.

The seats of the carriage were moved together form a bed. Ari was completely naked and on her back. On her stomach was her son who was similarly naked, with his member sandwiched between her huge assets. Ari held her breasts together for her son while he thrust excitedly. Every thrust would cause milk to spill out from her cherry pink nipples.

"Oh, mom! I love your breasts!" Earl exclaimed while pinching her nipples. Staining his hands with her milk.

"You love my breasts? Pinch them harder! Pull on them!" Ari whispered seductively as she squeezed her breasts harder.

The scene was so lewd, yet grotesque to Sheryl that she did not know what to do.

"W-what's going on?" She gasped and wanted to look away, yet she could not. She wanted to open the door and tell them that it's wrong, yet she could not. Her feeling of disgust went away as she felt her breath getting shorter. She felt a sort of pureness radiating from the act they were partaking. Both the mother and son showed faces of pure joy. Was this true love that transcended a familial one?

Before she knew it, she was already fondling her breasts with one hand and fingering herself with the other. "Haah... I'm so wet..."

Squelch. Squelch.

"Am I really such a lewd woman who get off to watching such things?" She took out her fingers from her virgin lips and placed them in her mouth to suck on her own juice before putting them back to fingering herself.

,m Inside the carriage, Earl suddenly squeezed Ari's breasts as hard as he could. Her immense size spilt in between the gaps of his hands. "I'm cumming, mom!"

"Yes... Cum! Cum lots! There... There...!"

Earl then stood up from Ari's stomach and shot his full load at her face, staining it white. At the same time, Ari's lower lips squirted a large amount of juice. She had climaxed just from having her breasts played with. The sight of Ari's white stained face was beautiful and gave Earl the feeling of domination.

"Good boy. Good boy." She licked her lips sexily then used her fingers to gather the cum around her face and licked it. "Delicious as usual."

Outside, Sheryl had also climaxed, her hands were completely wet from her love nectar and she felt deep shame, along with excitement. The fresh smell of love juice and semen leaked out from the door and entered her sensitive nose. She felt like she had gone drunk as her face heated up. A dose of clarity suddenly clicked in, and she hurriedly cleaned herself and returned back to the campfire.

When Earl had fallen asleep, Ari closed the carriage door with a flick of her finger and recreated the sound barrier. A mysterious smile was formed on her face as she recalled Sheryl's lewd expression.