Lord of Mysteries Fanfiction - The Story of the Puppet Town

This was a small island off course, with towering chimneys and rows of Dixie-style buildings. Nearby lay a shallow harbor with a pier.

Alfred had arrived here by steamship. Why not a naval warship? Perhaps to relax. Unfortunately, the steamship encountered a storm, its flickering lights leading them to this island.

The island's name was Wutuobang.

A burly man in a blue uniform, carrying a black umbrella and a lantern, invited them to rest on the island. The tavern owner, Trish, also boarded and invited the passengers. Fortunately, many passengers, including the sailors, wanted to disembark for the night after seeing Trish.

But Alfred didn't want to; due to his inherent caution, he wanted to stay on the ship with his first mate—a reasonable development.

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Inexplicably, without sufficient reason, Alfred heard a melodious, sorrowful tune coming from the shore, and his heart stirred. Listening to the intermittent, mournful sound of the flute, he considered disembarking.

He and his lieutenant disembarked, and Alfred donned a raincoat smeared with lemongrass juice, transforming himself into a lemon. The howling wind whipped the raincoat, revealing his brilliant golden hair, which billowed in the wind. His eyes, as blue as a deep lake in the forest, were obscured by the cascading rain, revealing only the hazy darkness of night.

Walking along the boardwalk into the distance, Alfred saw white doves circling high in the sky, emitting mournful cries. The dark forests on either side, shrouded in rain, seemed to ripple like predatory beasts.

Alfred hesitated; after all, he wasn't a demigod. But the distant church bells made him stop in his tracks—the familiar sound of the church bells in the night.

If it were Amon ringing the bells, Alfred would have returned to the ship without hesitation, but the night bells roused him to continue forward.

Night fell, but the town didn't rest; instead, it became even more lively. Gentlemen in suits held black umbrellas, their beautiful women with flowing, lake-blue hair a feast for the eyes. A veiled lady with golden hair cascaded down her back, her delicate court shoes splashing through puddles, sending up strings of pearls.

Knightlight was pleased with this development and decided to let the story continue.

A slightly dilapidated tavern came into view, its wooden sign in Rune language reading "ins." Alfred didn't look at it much, pushing aside the double-panel wooden partition and entering. The

cacophony of noise made Alfred frown. As a high-ranking nobleman of Rune, even though he had joined the army and gone to Byron, he rarely frequented such taverns. His usual haunts were the nobles' red theaters, not these lowly establishments.

A young woman in her early twenties with lake-green eyes and long flaxen hair approached, exuding both innocence and allure. She smiled and asked, "Sir, would you like some hospitality?"

Alfred slowly glanced around, his brow furrowing further. He looked at the cheap tavern, at the dirty travelers playing Texas Hold'em or drinking whiskey, and said softly, "A clean room, and a runner in the style of a runner." He then produced a gold pound.

When Trish saw the gold pound, her eyes seemed to sparkle with gold, or perhaps she was simply dazzled by the reflected light. She maintained her smile, her tone becoming even more enthusiastic: "Sir, judging by your attire, you must be a nobleman, right?" Although Alfred wasn't wearing a naval uniform, Trish's gaze lingered on Alfred's brilliant blond hair and azure eyes before she confidently grinned and said, "We have a new noblewoman here, dressed in a Rune style. She doesn't have enough gold pounds, so she's here looking for a patron to spend the night with, to earn enough to leave. I'm sure she'll satisfy you."

"A noblewoman?" Alfred's perfectly timed inflection revealed his question. "How much?"

"Five," Trish held up five fingers, each one as straight and elegant as a jade pendant. "Five gold pounds, and she'll be yours tonight."

“Five gold pounds? A noblewoman? That’s quite a satisfying price.” For Alfred, who would spend 400 gold pounds even on a hunting dog, five gold pounds was a very reasonable price, probably not even enough for a meal.

Alfred took out another four gold pounds and ordered, “Arrange it.”

“Yes, sir.” Trish was very excited. She called over a waiter in a red vest and left first. If it was to prepare a noblewoman to accompany Alfred, it was a very reasonable development.

The waiter in the red vest was in his twenties, very weak, and clearly malnourished. He stood beside Alfred, timid and hesitant, repeatedly trying to speak, but finding that he and this nobleman had little in common, he kept silent.

Their vocabulary was probably quite different.

Alfred grew increasingly impatient, but thankfully Trish didn't keep him waiting long. Returning with a beaming smile, Trish bowed humbly to Alfred and said, "Sir, everything is ready."

"Then lead the way quickly," Alfred said, lifting his booted legs, not wanting to linger for a moment.

Leading Alfred up to the second floor, the creaking, worn wooden floorboards, stained with dirt that dulled their shine, and the poorly soundproofed room next door emitting heart-pounding breathing sounds, all contributed to Alfred's apparent unease, only slight impatience.

Reaching the end of the stairs, Trish handed Alfred a brass key and swaggered away.

Alfred looked at the rusty brass key in his hand, waved it dismissively, and handed it to his adjutant, gesturing for him to open the dilapidated wooden door in front of them. Clearly, he hadn't made the best choice. It's truly pathetic. If he had been even slightly smarter and had gleaned a hint from his boss, Tracy's words, he would never have let the lieutenant open the door, and the story would have become far more complicated.

But his choice was consistent with his state of mind and the underlying logic.

The wooden door opened, and the lieutenant remained frozen in his position, staring intently inside, blocking Alfred's view.

"What's wrong?" Alfred asked the lieutenant, but received no answer. He reached out and roughly pushed the lieutenant aside, looking inside. He

couldn't have pushed the lieutenant aside without being rough; this was consistent with the story's logic.

Inside stood a young woman, her brilliant blonde hair elegantly tied up, smooth and lustrous. Her emerald eyes were like the deep lakes of East Chestershire, both profound and rippling like the purest gemstones. Her features and face shape combined to create a breathtaking beauty, and her demeanor was elegant and pure. Her exquisite face defied description; her earrings, necklace, and rings shimmered brilliantly. She wore a high-necked, high-waisted, leg-of-mutton sleeved dress with ruffles and lace detailing at the chest. The bodice was tightly cinched, accentuating her slender waist and elegant figure, highlighting her full breasts and revealing a glimpse of alluring white skin. The multi-tiered cake-like design was perfectly supported by a whalebone headband, revealing white stockings covering her jade-like legs. On her feet were white court shoes adorned with roses and diamonds, and on her hands were light-colored white gauze gloves.

The girl's jewel-like eyes seemed to hold two slowly swirling vortexes of soul, drawing in one's gaze and soul. The girl maintained a sweet smile, her slightly puffed cheeks flushed with an astonishing crimson.

"Sister!" Alfred couldn't help but exclaim, "How did you get here?"

The young woman, Audrey, didn't answer him. Instead, she extended her long, slender right hand, pulled Alfred into the room, and closed the door. Startled, Alfred didn't notice that Audrey hadn't moved an inch; she simply stood there, pulling him into the room and closing the door—a rare feat in a room of twenty square feet.

The adjutant beside him saw it. In that instant, Audrey's arm stretched out, longer than Alfred's height. He wanted to gasp, but captivated by Audrey's mesmerizing eyes, he refrained from shouting. If he had, the story would have become far more complicated. His choice, given the beauty of the young woman, was fitting for his state of mind at the time.

What a pity.

Knightlight didn't feel any regret. Alfred approached his sister, his eyes still filled with confusion: "Are you going to serve me tonight? How come? Weren't you in Backlund?"

"Brother," Audrey, even without using any extraordinary abilities, seemed like a witch under the influence of a potion of pleasure, especially since the room was already filled with the power of a witch of pleasure. Why was that? Knightlight believed there would be a reasonable explanation.

"I took a potion of pleasure." Audrey only said this much before she leaned close to Alfred's face, slightly tiptoeing, and her cherry-red lips pressed against Alfred's. Alfred felt two moist, tender lips against his, and a soft, boneless tongue, as thin as a mercury snake, pried open Alfred's teeth and entered his mouth.

The girl spat out sticky saliva, her inexperienced tongue awkwardly probing Alfred's mouth, yet it gave him a forbidden pleasure.

As a Sequence 5 Extraordinary, and a Sheriff at that, having lived in the Southern Continent for so long, Alfred certainly knew what the Pleasure Potion referred to. It was a Sequence 6 potion from the Chick Cult, a witch's potion. His own sister had accidentally ingested a potion, and a witch's potion at that! Alfred dared not think further. Their lips parted

, leaving a thin, transparent strand. Audrey parted her lips slightly, saying shyly, "I'm so happy, I finally got to kiss you, brother. Ever since I accidentally ingested the witch's potion, I've been holding back, not playing along, just waiting for you. My first time is with you, brother."

This was his sister's first kiss! Alfred's heart pounded in disbelief.

Audrey reached behind her back, contorting herself in a way that defied common sense, but Alfred, face-to-face and breathing in, didn't see it. Pieces of silk fabric fluttered to the floor, and a delicate fragrance emanated from Audrey, a subtle sweetness hidden within the tranquility. Alfred couldn't help but inhale a few times.

"Smells so good," Alfred murmured.

Looking at the girl's fair, jade-like skin, exposed before him, Alfred couldn't resist taking a deep breath, inhaling a little of the lingering filth in the room. Her high, firm breasts, like two soft, white snowballs, made Will want to cry out to eat them; the two rosy nipples, like adorned strawberries or ripe cherries, trembled gently. Her slender neck was like a swan's, her delicate collarbones like deep valleys, and her flat stomach like an endless plain. Looking down, one could see golden hair covering her legs, glistening with tiny droplets of moisture, which also blocked the view of her private parts. Regrettably, Audrey hadn't removed her white lace stockings and court shoes.

However, Alfred seemed even more excited

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Alfred picked up the girl's white panties, trimmed with white lace, that she had thrown on the ground. He couldn't resist; he pulled down his black dress pants, revealing his already erect penis, thick as a child's arm, with prominent veins. But Audrey interrupted his next move.

She reached for the small piece of white cloth, and with her delicate hand clad in a white gauze glove, she unfolded it. Alfred could clearly see the wet patch in the center. Audrey tried to wrap the cloth around Alfred's erect penis, but how could such a small piece of cloth possibly cover it? It was illogical.

Audrey could only tightly wrap the cloth around the glans, which was already oozing Cowper's fluid, enveloping the throbbing mushroom.

For some reason, it looked quite similar to Frank's mushroom, the thought flashed through Audrey's mind, but it didn't affect her next actions.

"Brother, let your sister serve you?" Audrey squatted down, her delicate face upturned, a joyful smile blooming on her face as she looked at Alfred's penis. Her five slender fingers gently pinched Alfred's penis, gripping the white cloth, and began to slowly stroke it.

Because Audrey's panties were wrapped around Alfred's penis, Alfred could feel the wet patch of his sister's panties right on his urethral opening, bringing a moist sensation. The pre-ejaculate seeping from the urethral opening also made the panties even wetter, and the sticky fluid that couldn't be absorbed by the panties was wrapped by Audrey's panties, flowing in the space left between the panties and the penis, and flowing down the occasional gaps onto Audrey's hands, which were covered with white gauze gloves.

Soon, her sheer gloves and panties were soaked.

Audrey, seemingly oblivious, moved her other hand to Alfred's scrotum, slowly kneading it. Watching the girl's lewd actions and feeling the stimulation of her clumsy fingers, Alfred felt the urge to ejaculate.

Unable to see the girl's lower body, Alfred didn't notice that her legs were rubbing together, seemingly also unable to resist the lewd atmosphere. Her legs, clad in white stockings, were twisted into a pretzel, her pink vulva contorted, and the black fluid seeping from it dripped onto the floor with soft, smacking sounds.

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"Brother, please enjoy Audrey's vulva." Audrey, now back to normal, stood up and sat on the stained bed. The sheets were yellowed, and countless travelers and prostitutes had made love on this bed. Alfred realized that he and his sister might be next.

The relationship between a client and a prostitute was a plausible description of their current situation.

The girl, her hands clad in thin white gloves, spread her bent legs into an "M" shape, her vulva slightly open, releasing streams of white, cloudy love fluid. The fluid dampened her golden pubic hair, clinging tightly to her mons pubis, and flowing down her cute daisy onto the sheets, leaving a damp stain.

Audrey's white panties remained tightly wrapped around Alfred's penis, and Alfred showed no intention of removing them. He stared intently at the girl before him, her pink vulva slightly parted, revealing tender white labia minora, a closed vaginal opening, and her adorable clitoris peeking out.

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Alfred, who should have been conflicted, surprisingly didn't. He walked towards Audrey, perhaps influenced by the pleasure emanating from the room, without considering that the person before him was his blood-related sister.

Alfred pressed his entire body against Audrey's frail frame. His engorged penis, still encased in panties, paused at the entrance of Audrey's vagina before forcefully plunging into the girl's untouched secret passage, eliciting a high-pitched scream from her.

It sounded much like the squeals of the pigeons Alfred had been using at that moment.

The thick, arm-like penis rammed into Audrey's secret place, her body feeling as if it had been pierced through. Bright red blood trickled from her torn vulva along the bulging veins of the penis.

Alfred showed no pity. His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Audrey's face. He lifted one of Audrey's long, slender legs with one hand, bringing her white-stockinged foot to his lips. The cumbersome court shoes had been removed, leaving only Audrey's delicate lotus feet.

Five pearl-like toes were encased in white stockings, a strip of fabric running across the edge. The erect toes exuded an alluring fragrance, prompting Alfred to bite down on them.

With his other hand, Alfred grasped one of the girl's breasts, the jade rabbit displaying various shapes in his hand, causing Audrey to frown.

Alfred thrust into Audrey's narrow passage, feeling his penis struggling within the confined cavern, as if thousands of tiny mouths were sucking on it, making it difficult for him to control himself.

If Alfred could see the girl's vagina now, he would surely be paralyzed with fear, like his adjutant behind him. Water droplets clung to the pink folds of the vagina, each stroke of his penis carrying some away. These droplets were expelled by countless tiny mouths within the vagina, their sucking and spitting out, while Alfred's penis, oblivious, continued its piston-like motion.

This didn't affect the story's progression. Sure enough, under intense stimulation, Alfred was subtly corrupted, becoming even more prematurely ejaculated. Lubricated by Audrey's narrow passage, and with the breath of those thousands of small mouths and the gaping maw deep within, Alfred was about to ejaculate his life essence.

Streams of white, scalding liquid gushed from Alfred's penis, flowing into Audrey's panties, then bursting open her white underwear, spraying into those small mouths and the gaping maw at the end. This ejaculation was relentless.

After ejaculating, Alfred collapsed weakly onto Audrey's naked body, lowering her white-stockinged legs, now wet with his saliva. His still-erect penis didn't withdraw from Audrey's passage; instead, it was squeezed by the passage, drawing out the remaining fluid from his urethra.

"Brother, I want more." The penis inside Audrey's vagina shrank little by little as it was squeezed dry, but the fluid in her urethra had been drained. Now, all that could be extracted was Alfred's blood.

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Incredibly, Alfred, who should have been drained dry, stopped extracting his essence and willingly allowed his penis to withdraw.

However, the story continued without any change.

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And so, Alfred was drained of his semen seven times by his sister Audrey in the dilapidated room, in different ways. The lieutenant was also drained of his semen several times. This made perfect sense; our story wasn't made up. And so

, time passed second by second, and the sky gradually brightened.

The dilapidated room was empty, save for a trash can in the corner containing a pair of white teenage panties. Both sides of the panties were stained with thick, white semen. The filthy liquid, unable to be absorbed by the fabric, had seeped into the lace, crumpling it into a ball. Bright red bloodstains, whose were unknown, also stained the fabric.

Alfred and his adjutant returned to the steamship, their steps unsteady and their faces haggard.

Regarding his memory of the previous night, Alfred only remembered spending a wonderful night with a prostitute who resembled his sister. Oh, and that prostitute seemed to be a virgin.

Knightwright completed his creation.

Alfred and his sister Audrey spent a passionate night on an island, but was that really his sister Audrey? 008 had its own answer.

The story of the Puppet Town ends here.

(The End)

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