Cassandra hit the nail on the head, forcing Vel to reconsider her options. Indeed, Mithras had just been sponsored by Akamana to become a star recruit of the Jade-Faced Academy's Sanctuary Team. In the days to come, his efforts would be focused on the academy and Springtime City, leaving him no time to play the crusader king. Cassandra would be the one handling the boring work.
Making administrative considerations a non-issue.
More importantly, to stay in the Spiritual World for an extended period of time, Vel either needed to sign a new contract with a local resident or move to the Holy Continent where the Weaver's laws worked differently.
The Weaver is patient and calculating, but those he aims to destroy...have never escaped death. The Beast has been fighting the Weaver since the dawn of time but never managed to destroy him. And even Vritra, once hailed as the greatest of all gods, was eventually brought down by the Weaver.
Omnipotent as the Lord may be, it is the Weaver who holds the offices of Architect of Destiny and Master of Creation. Who dared to cross him?
As the Preceptor and Queen of the Yaksha, Vel'Asha couldn't lead them into such a suicidal fight for selfish reasons. So, she had to compromise and sign a new contract. But who to sign it with, and what type of contract at that?
No. It's a lot worse than that. The 3,000 Yaksha noblewomen were all superior beings from a foreign plane. To stay in the Purple Dawn without fear, they all needed a contract. So before she summoned them, Vel turned the royal palace into an isolated dimension, avoiding the Weaver's laws and sentence.
That trick had its limits. So to move freely, the Yaksha needed over 3,000 contracts with trustworthy locals, a daunting task. But Mithras could solve that problem in a finger snap, for thanks to the Drum of Praise, his own divine charm, and Cassandra's past dictatorship, the Astalon had no shortage of loyal servants ready to go to extreme lengths to please the Human Aphrodisiac.
And as his name spread, that number was doomed to skyrocket!
Once more, Mithras was the solution! And so Vel made her choice, pulling in a deep breath, and steadying her racing pulse. "Very well, Cassandra. What do you want? I'm sure you're not doing all this just so your faction will be left in peace. You must want something tangible from me to cement our new arrangement.
Go on then, ask away," the queen mother said, causing the Astalon matriarch to break into a chuckle.
"Nothing much, really. We just want to bring this act to its natural conclusion. Unite the four duchies under a new title and recognize Mithras as the head of the Astalon and Elektra houses. The rest will follow logically."
"That's it? Very well, in three days, Mithras will receive the Purple Mantle from my hands, then leave for the Academy," Vel said, but having not expected such a generous gift, Cassandra lost her composure, her eyes narrowing the moment next.
Each pump released a floral scent that added to the queen's lust, keeping her nipples erect and her cunt wet with arousal. She longed for more of him, for that cock to stay buried inside her today, tomorrow, and every day after. How did Cassandra manage to enjoy that lethal pole without losing her mind outright?
Wait, Cassandra?
Oh...fuck!
Realizing that she'd indulged in carnal pleasures with her sister's godson. The only sister who didn't despise her despite past foolishness, Elektra panicked. But sensing the shift, Mithras raised her chin, flashing the queen a disarming smile before taking her lips all over.
"Relax," the Human Aphrodisiac whispered, blowing away Elektra's worries with a single look. His eyes seduced her, his lips enticed her, and his scent possessed her. Try as she might, Elektra couldn't resist the burning desires surging in her veins.
And so, she stopped overthinking things, resolved to enjoy this moment for as long as it lasted and give Mithras her everything to thank him for making her discover...the true meaning of ecstasy.
And so with shaky fingers, the queen took Mithras' hard shaft in her hands, his fluid-soaked cock making sloppy and incendiary noises that'd make the purest of nuns rethink their vows.
The moment next, the queen sat up on her knees, wrapping her sweet, ruby lips around her lover's rod. "Mmmm..." Elektra moaned into her man's cock, raising her eyes a little to enjoy the look on his face. Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the mix of her love juice and Mithras' cum while sucking and draining him like a hungry maiden.
What she lacked in skill, she made up for in effort, taking every inch of Mithras' monstercock and slurping on his meat till he pumped her throat full of spunk!
"Ohh..." Elektra gasped, unable to believe the rollercoaster of sensations she'd gone through in one day. Mithras couldn't get a simple blowjob. He deserved a performance. And so the queen stood up, giving the youth a moment to appreciate her perfect body before leaning in and whispering in his ears.
"All for you..." A man couldn't hear such words without going on the offensive. And so Mithras went off, pinning Elektra down, and driving his cock into her with a battering thrust.
His hands sank into her ass cheeks, feeling her butt as he bred her hard and fast. The queen's skin took a burning-red shade, a look of adoration in her eyes as her arms wrapped around Mithras' shoulders, groaning as he pushed harder and harder inside her tight cunt.
With every thrust, their eyes locked, hands on each other as their sweat mixed. Mithras' thrusts became wilder, the pace climbing till the queen's back arched in ecstasy. "Oh, Lord...I-I'm cuming...again!" Elektra cried out, quivering under Mithras' pistoning cock, and letting the final orgasm of the day wash over her.
The two collapsed here, gasping in one another's arms as the afterglow settled.