Chapter 132: Cards – Part 3

Chapter 132: Cards – Part 3

Alissa opens the door to the meeting room, and I barge into it, but I don't go for the armchairs or sofas and just press Andrea's back against the wall while we madly kiss each other, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist.

She breaks the kiss to desperately pull off her gambeson, and her thick tail hits the wall repeatedly with dull thuds, a testament to her excitement.

Once the wooly shirt armor is gone, I see a nice bounce of her tits as there's now only a thin and simple piece of fabric between her delicious bits and my salivating mouth.

But then her eyes fall on Alissa, and she hesitates.

"I like to watch," my fox slut announces as she spreads her legs and gently rubs her clit through her thin, silk panties.

Andrea's eyebrows rise up in surprise, but then I grab her face and kiss her again. Our tongues wrestle ferociously, fueled by pure lust, but our kiss is so messy that I kind of do feel like I'm kissing an actual dog.

Then I put her feet back down and start working on her scaled pants. She helps me free them, and our hands fumble around until, suddenly, her pants are gone, revealing her semi-transparent, sexy, white panties.

I look up and see her take her shirt off, revealing her also semi-transparent white bra that hides nothing at all.

"You planned for this," I point out the obvious as I admire her hard body. She's like Hana, though a bit shorter and with considerably smaller breasts, but she's still sexy as fuck.

She leans closer, and her fragrant, shoulder-length hair tickles my face. "I didn't use my favor just to meet with you..." She whispers sultrily and kisses one of my horns, then reaches into my pants.

My hard cock throbs in her dexterous hands as she grips it hard and slowly strokes it up and down, seemingly mesmerized by its glorious thickness.

"I heard some things about you that I didn't believe at first..." She softly begins.

I grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart, then I gently poke her asshole, and her lustful smile just widens in response.

Then she passionately finishes, "But the moment I saw you, I knew they were all true."

I grab her neck with my other hand and assert, "I don't care about what you heard; I'll prove everything right in just a minute."

She chuckles heartily, but her breath quickens, and Alissa smells the subtle scent of female arousal coming from the bitch.

I hold her by the throat and press her against the wall, but she just continues to stroke me, hesitating before pushing this further, so I fully take charge.

I grab both of her shoulders and force her to turn around. She squeaks softly but obeys, then I make her bend over and lean against the wall. It's part of pop culture that weredogs like doggy style, but in truth, it's just that all wereanimals like the idea of "mating," of wild, animalistic sex.

I kiss the back of her neck and feel her tail tense up against my stomach, then I grab her left leg with my thick tail and pull it to the side, forcing her to spread for me.

While Lolo acts like prey before me and just goes along with my wishes, Andrea is more decisive, and she knows what she wants.

She presses her ass against me, and my shaft touches her warm entrance, then she lightly presses her strong legs together, just enough to give her a bit of a grip on my foreskin so that she can stroke me.

I hug her from behind, then squeeze her breasts, and she moans softly while tilting her head backward so that she can rub her cheek against mine, and I cover her neck and shoulders with kisses. We remain like this for a short moment, just building up our arousal while slowly caressing each other.

Then she pulls her panties to the side, allowing her sticky wetness to begin lubricating my cock, and I growl amusedly at her eagerness.

"Beg for my cock," I whisper into her pointy, black ear.

"Fuck me..." She replies without hesitation.

I angle my cock upwards and slide into her with ease. At the same time, Alissa starts to fully finger herself, and the simultaneous moans of two women fuel the fire of lust that clouds my mind.

Andrea impales herself on my cock, and soon, her pussy drips with both her and my fluids as I let the dragon loose once again.

I carry the exhausted weredog beauty to our bed so that she can recover. She isn't done yet, but she does need a little breather.

And while we wait, Andrea's companion finishes his work in the meeting room that we've chosen to use for this event. After drawing a silver pentagram on the floor, he lights up the incense on the four esoteric-looking altars, each one at a different tip of the five-pointed star.

I feel guilty leaving Yunia to handle it while I'm here, fucking another woman, but I don't think I'm at my best today. My mind is starting to wander a bit too much.

"Shouldn't you be there?" I question Andrea as I caress her head.

She just shakes her head and briefly takes my cock out of her mouth to say, "I'm not allowed to. The meeting is supposed to be private."

And in agreement with her words, the imperial man exits the room, leaving the rest of my wives alone with the altars.

I pull Andrea's head up, then I cum all over her face, and she closes her eyes in delight, then Alissa crawls towards her and licks her cheeks.

"Let me help you with that," the foxy slut kindly hums, and Andrea freezes in surprise as Alissa's cheeky tongue licks her whole face, including her lips.

Without warning, Alissa kisses her and shares some of my seed, but before Andrea can properly respond, Alissa leaves her hanging.

I fucking love you, Alissa.

"I love you, too," she warmly responds telepathically, and her fluffy orange tail wags in happiness.

A couple that fucks together, stays together.

Then I grab both of their heads and pull them towards my still erect cock. They immediately get to work and start playing with my meat club, but the best thing is that their tongues now have many more opportunities to touch each other.

The meeting is about to start, so I focus on it through the girls.

Yunia steps into the silver circle at the fifth tip of the star, and the whole drawing lights up, then the smoke from the incense starts to coalesce into the shapes of four people from the bust-up.

After a good half-minute, the smoke shapes gain color and start to move.

The first one to her right is a very thin and tall woman with such a horrible case of resting bitch face that could easily pass for an elf if not for her feathery white hair, revealing that she's a wereowl. She's wearing a body-conforming, white feather dress that perfectly accentuates her slenderness.

The second shape is actually the most surprising as we see a huge, brown, female bearfolk, and her daring smile only reinforces how intimidating she looks. Her hair is swept back and tied up, but we can still see plenty of feminine characteristics that make her kind of attractive. If anything, her massive breasts would be a delight to fondle, and they're so prominent that not even her tight, velvet, military-like uniform can hide them.

The third is a mature human man with a pale face, a light stubble, and the characteristic brown hair of the people of Faium. He's nowhere near as striking as the other four, but that doesn't matter as he's still pretty handsome, and I even sense the air of a high level coming from him.

The fourth and last is a large, fiery dragonkin man with black scales, a pale face, and such a stoic expression that he's almost robotic. He's wearing a simple ascetic robe, giving him the air of a statue of a Greek philosopher rather than a living person.

"A Ryder, I assume?" The wereowl woman impassively inquires.

"Yulania Ryder," my elven queen replies in kind.

"And your husband...?" The dragonkin man presses, and we detect a hint of [Godly Language] in his voice. Though his tone is still perfectly neutral, the skill puts so much power into his words that it takes a lot of effort for the girls to not bend over to him, and that riles me up a bit.

"He's listening," she curtly responds and leaves it at that.

The bearfolk woman raises her eyebrows in amused surprise while the other three simply remain silent.

They stare at each other for a few seconds, then the wereowl composedly continues, "Very well, Crown Lord Yulania. The four of us are the representatives of the Faiumi Merchant Alliance. I'm Princess Sa'Haa, the bearfolk is Princess Urmeie, the human is Decien Omari, and the dragonkin is Centum Mako.

What the fuck... two Princesses?!

This news isn't taken well by the girls, and Alissa and Yunia both groan internally.

Lina's Trivia: The imperial Princes and Princesses who are interested in competing for the throne each get a territory to govern in Faium so that they may learn the ropes of statesmanship.

The problem with getting involved with them is that they're even more fickle and ambitious than we are.

Yulania shows not one hint of our internal moaning as she politely inquires, "Forgive me for my ignorance, but why is a merchant alliance interested in the Purification?"

Omari casually answers, "For the same reason that a Lord would dabble in experimental planes: resources."

"Money buys the resources you need to grasp actual power, girl," Urmeie adds with a rather condescending tone, enough to receive a subtle glare from her sister.

And Yunia mimics the wereowl Princess, but she quickly moves on so that they don't dwell on it, "Very well. Let's negotiate your participation."

And the way she deliberately positions herself as the centerpiece doesn't go unnoticed by Omari and Sa'Haa.

The minutiae of the division of spoils are lost on me, but even I notice that their proposal is heavily in their favor.

Before they become too sure of their control of the negotiation, Yunia politely interrupts them, "I believe that the Alliance is misunderstanding my family's situation. We do have reliable allies that we'll bring into this fight, so these terms are far too unfavorable for us to even consider them."

I find it kind of funny to call Vanea a "reliable ally," but what's even funnier is that Yunia's not lying! Vanea is actually trustworthy!

The golems blow a gentle wind towards her, making her dousnadeia wave softly while Gify applies a relaxing massage to her body.

"Today is a glorious day, for I have achieved something truly great for our family! Ohohohohohoho~...!" Her Grand Royal High Majesty Yulania Ryder announces out loud and laughs pompously, her chest heaving so vigorously that her glorious golden drills bounce and show their envious spring-like quality. She's letting the Evil Lady possess her and taint her dignified demeanor, turning her into a haughty little girl who's deserving of a spanking.

But then I walk into the room, and everyone stops.

The arrogant woman tries to make me bend to her will, but I'm the Master of Masters, and so, I stroll forward without faltering.

"It seems that someone is also in need of 'obedience training,'" I sing cheerily.

"Yes, she is, Master," my loyal fox gently agrees, but her smug gaze is dripping with sadism.

One by one, all of my other wives move out of the way until I'm facing the queen herself, then I put one clawed foot on the armrest of her throne and lean forward.

"Good job, whore. You've actually succeeded in something that isn't just showing off your hot body," I harshly sneer. Meanwhile, Alissa ties her arms to the armrests to prevent her escape.

"No thanks to you," she barks back with a defiant glare.

And I slap her, but due to my claws, it only produces a dull noise, making it seem more like a punch than a slap, though four small red lines of blood appear on her cheek, ruining the absolute perfection of her face, and that's good enough.

Then I growl into her long, elven ear, "I didn't give you permission to speak, so I'll punish you by blocking your throat completely."

"Wha-..."

I pull out my cock and grab her head, then I shove it down her throat, interrupting her question.

She simply glares at me, completely impotent to do anything else, and I watch as her eyes slowly water, and soon, her chest starts to spasm, desperate for air.

When her eyes start to lose focus, I pull out and let her gasp and then cough for a couple of seconds before I shove it back down her throat again.

I repeat this a few times, and the defiance within her quickly dies, then she starts crying in pain, ruining her makeup.

"Please... no m-..."

I shut her up, and she whimpers, but I believe she's now softened up enough, so I begin skullfucking her. I use her mouth as I please, savoring the sight of the proud and haughty elven queen reduced to a crying and obedient slave.

"Glog, glog, glog, glog..." The disgusting and decidedly undignified wet sounds her throat makes are simply heavenly, and the way her fellow wives watch in awe and horror as she's degraded is just the cherry on the cake.

But there's still much that I want to do to her, and our time is limited, so I pull out and paint her face, hair, and chest with my white seed, shooting it again and again just about everywhere.

Then I release her head, and she just slumps in her seat, her gaze unfocused as her lifeless, strikingly beautiful blue eyes stare at nothing.

Her seat has a small wet spot though, and it isn't from her pissing herself. It's from excitement.

Yunia's swine-like squeals resound through the room as I drive my cock into her ass. Her arms are tied to her throne as I fuck her doggy-style, and the clamps on her nipples and clit sway with every thrust, causing small shocks of delightful pain to course through her body.

But her rightfully earned "abuse" is interrupted by the arrival of an important message.

Emperor Andreas Doxa has returned to the capital, and he has invited us to a gathering of the high nobility at the Throne tomorrow night. He also plans to hold our swearing ceremony right before the gathering, so we answer that we'll be available and honored to participate in it.

Just when Yunia's squeals start to gain volume again, we're interrupted one more time, and this messenger looks visibly out of breath as he has come to deliver his message to us as fast as possible.

A junior general of the imperial army would like to talk with us tomorrow morning about our Raki airplanes and the possibility of future demonstrations of new inventions.

After a quick inquiry with the diplomat, we learn that this general Reinhold is a famous young Gifted like me.

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