Chapter 151: Last Business – Part 3

Chapter 151: Last Business – Part 3 AnnouncementIt's time for the scheduled break. Normal upload schedule will resume on the next 13th.

I miss my lap loli...

She's still sparring with Aoi down in the courtyard, and I merely watch them as I relax my mind with coffee and chocolate. Then I look forward and see Ciel approaching me, each step making her bountiful assets subtly jiggle.

Her smile parts her juicy lips suggestively, instantly giving me a boner, but then I read her intentions, and I have to stop myself from saying something that would ruin everything.

"What...?" she hums confusedly and stops.

"Nothing, come here," I immediately reply and extend my arms towards her.

The Latina angel chuckles softly as she coyly readjusts her silky black hair behind her ear, then approaches me and promptly sits on my lap.

"Hngh...hehe..." I grunt in effort, but then I mask it with a lecherous chuckle as I immediately pull down the straps of her flowery dress and let her mountains of love spill forth.

She's a divine woman with divine tits and ass.

"Just tits and ass?" she repeats with an alluring tone.

"Divine face, divine voice, divine body, divine personality, divine everything," I heatedly reply, kissing her bare back after each pair of words.

Then I squeeze her tits and feel catharsis spread all throughout my body, except my cock, which throbs as it begs to pound this naughty angel.

"Ahn~..." she moans softly, her voice sounding like music to my ears. Then she moves her hips around until she feels my bulge get slotted in between her juicy ass cheeks.

If it were up to me, I'd have taken it out and already be halfway into pounding her towards heaven, but I let her take charge because I detect a messy ball of feelings at the back of her mind.

So simply I [Massage] her breasts and dark nipples in silence, slowly working on increasing her arousal while also lifting some of the weight on her shoulders, in both meanings of the phrase.

"The heretics scare me," she finally confesses one of the things that trouble her mind.

"A lot of things scare you," I wryly reply.

She pouts, but agrees, "True, but this is one that I haven't been able to get over."

"You will, with time," I kindly soothe her and give her back another kiss.

And she answers with a stunningly beautiful smile; it's pure, like her heart. But it only lasts a brief moment before her realist side comes back. "Except I haven't stopped fearing them ever since the attack on the Innocent Nymph."

That wound still hasn't healed for either of us, and the mention of the Nymph makes me gloomy, but I use her massive tits to comfort myself, drawing a chuckle out of her.

"Do you want my tentacles to comfort you?" I offer back since her luscious body is helping me so much.

She closes her eyes as she savors my touch and softly replies, "No, I had enough yesterday, but thank you, my husband."

And that last word makes me beam with a smile.

"My wife," I whisper, grinning ear to ear.

And she mirrors my expression. "My husband."

"My wife," I repeat, and her hair starts to stand on end from excitement.

"My husband," she continues, and my thick tail stiffens from excitement.

"My wife."

"My-" -I pinch her nipples- "ahn~...! Wolfy!" she complains with a pout.

"It's your fault; you overstimulated me," I cheekily whisper in her ear.

"Hmph..." she grunts, but she still relaxes her body against mine.

And so we fall silent again as her arousal continues to build.

Her calm breathing becomes heavier, and I feel her pussy warm up as it presses against my bulge. We're both wearing very thin and delicate clothes, which allows us to easily feel each other through the fabric.

"It's just silly fears..." my lovely wife mumbles shyly.

"But it isn't the only thing bothering you," I give her a small push.

And her gentle face tenses up in frustration. "The Emperor's attitude regarding Reinhold is very... frustrating." Then she assumes a mocking, nasally tone, "'I dOn'T cArE tHaT a pOwErFuL GiFtEd iS a pOwEr-HuNgRy, RePuGnAnT, Oathbreaker. YoU HuRt ThE EmPiRe, sO I hUrT yOu.'"

I laugh at both my memeing genius and her mockery. It's uncharacteristic of her to try to make fun of someone, and she does it in such a silly way that it's endearing.

While I laugh, all she can do is remain awkwardly silent, but I quickly get it under control to not embarrass her further and soberly add, "And he went easy on me. He threatened to kill one of you."

She nods repeatedly, then groans in frustration, "It's just... UGH! I understand that he can't be idealistic like the temple, but Reinhold was an Oathbreaker!"

"I didn't kill him just because he was an Oathbreaker," I quietly admit. I killed him because I was desperate.

"But-...!" she begins but immediately stops herself, then grabs the arms of our chair and angrily grinds her pussy against my shaft.

"I guess it's complicated," I hum with a smirk and intensify my tit-fondling.

"It is..." she whispers with a frown but doesn't stop moving.

Suddenly, she pulls down her dress along with her panties, baring her whole body, so I immediately pull out my Cock, and her pussy starts to coat my shaft with her lewd juices as she continues to grind.

Her arousal makes her more talkative as she begins to spill her heart out, "I worshiped him. He's a direct descendant of the God of the Sun, so I worshiped him... but seeing him act like that really disappointed me. That behavior isn't in accordance with the teachings of the Gods."

"Hopefully, the temple will remind him, like Timas said," I try to appease her.

But she only increases the intensity of her grinding. "That's exactly the issue. 'Hopefully,' but I don't like to leave something this important to 'hope,' I want to make sure he understands."

My cock throbs at her confident speech, almost slipping inside her. "Oh~...? How bold of you."

And she smiles proudly, a rarity for her but no less beautiful than any other expression of hers. "I may be a worshiper of Love, but it was Sun who Blessed me. I have to make my patron God proud."

My sadist side gets stimulated by her words, so I huskily tease her, "So you can stand up to the Emperor of the Holy Avgi Empire, but you become soft like a slime and melt in my arms the moment my Cock touches your pussy."

"Doesn't need to be your Cock... just your hands are enough," she bashfully admits and grins.

She's said just the right words, so I give her clit a taste of my spirit touch, making her shudder with delight, but I want more.

"I want to hear you say it," I whisper assertively.

"Please, Wolfy, fuck me," the corrupted angel promptly obeys, and I press the head against her wet pussy lips. But I don't thrust in just yet, making her beg desperately for it, "Fuck me with your thick Cock, my husband."

My head throbs with hunger as I squeeze her massive tits, and the desire to breed this cow takes over me.

I suddenly stand up and force her onto the table, then violently shove my Cock inside her.

"AHN~...!" she moans loudly as I easily slide into her moist pussy.

"You. Breeding. SOW!" I shout, slamming against her round ass with each word. I'm already so fucking excited from all the teasing that I cum inside her right away, and my white seed trickles down her legs as my violent thrusts spill it everywhere.

Ciel isn't even into degradation like this, but the idea of a strong, powerful woman who can stand up to the Emperor but bends over and spreads her legs for her dragon husband is making her feel things.

Then I hug her tight and whisper in her ear as my Cock literally spins inside her, "I bet not even Caterina can stand getting plowed half as long as you can, huh? Only a priestess of Love could be this lewd."

"No... not even... a priestess... can handle you...!" she defiantly replies through gritted teeth.

"Only you can."

"Only... me..."

"Then strip," I order, and she unhesitatingly obeys.

After I fuck her brains out and wait for her to recover, we negotiate a spying contract with them, and then I keep her around to fuck her again later.

But we all pause what we're doing as Ciel has actually decided to meet with the Emperor on her own.

Intermission – Ciel

I open the doors to the Throne Room and see the Emperor standing at the center, his piercing gaze unwaveringly staring directly at me. His white robes may be simple, but coupled with the stillness of his posture, he feels so imposing, humbling, and endlessly tall that it's like I'm staring at the Throne of Ascension itself from the distance.

But I just put one foot before the other and repeat until I'm inside the room, then the doors close behind me on their own, and the enchantment makes them disappear. Now the illusion that covers the room makes it seem like we're both in the air, floating above Mac Gantus, but I'm a Wind mage, and the last thing I fear is heights, so I'm able to stare back at the Emperor without getting distracted by the view.

"Royal Crown Lord Ciel Ryder. What do you wish to speak with me about?" he commands, his words echoing in the empty room.

I almost immediately reply, compelled by the power in his voice, but I wait a short moment as I control myself before sternly answering, "Your handling of the situation with Reinhold goes against the teachings of the Gods."

"I'm the ruler of the, by far, largest and most powerful nation of the entire Realm. I can't afford to be the principled ruler that the temple wants me to be," he coldly answers.

But I face the unbreakable facade that he presents head-on because I believe in the supporting words everyone is giving me. "And it's this pragmatism that will bring ruin to the Empire."

"You must clarify yourself," he immediately orders, his piercing stare even more intense.

"You want to preserve the Empire so ardently that you'll lead us towards stagnation this way."

His gaze relents a little, but I feel a crack of frustration form in his composure. "What are you suggesting? Let the Empire fall?"

And it's that very same crack that I must bang on repeatedly to get it through his thick head that he's wrong. "The death of one Gifted won't make it fall, but if you have to let it fall to prevent stagnation, you should. 'Blemishes are a part of life,' Fertility said; 'never forget your purpose,' Piety said; 'no barrier is unbreakable,' Will said; 'try and fail instead of wallowing,' Love said; 'no growth without effort,' Growth said; 'no gain without loss,' War said; 'no law is absolute,' Law said; 'all good things must come to an end,' Festivity said; 'life isn't fair,' Luck said... must I go on?"

His stony expression trembles with increasing intensity with each word. To anger him is exactly what I want, for I know that he isn't being entirely rational. Something else is guiding his actions, and it's clouding his mind.

"I care not for what the Gods say. I only seek stability and safety for the Empire," he coldly answers, his anger settling down.

But I feel that there's something deeply wrong with that statement. Someone must remind him of his true purpose... and I sense that a finger is pointing at me.

My mouth moves on its own, almost as if it isn't fully controlled by my own mind, and I ask accusingly, "We are the children of Change, not Order. What are you so afraid of?"

He suddenly glares with the intensity of a hateful sun, but I feel no heat coming from him. "I'm afraid of YOU!" he thunders, and the Throne Room trembles with his anger, but I feel no fear from enraging him. "You, Champions of the Gods, bring trouble in your wake. You're the heralds of chaos, yet you bumble around like fools, colliding against the pillars of our Empire, weakening it just before we'll be attacked by both the Monster King and an unknown heretical organization. Why can't you see that you're going to kill us all?!"

This is it. Attachment. He's too attached to his rule, too fearful of losing even the smallest thing, so he commits a mistake that many rulers do, including Wolfy...

I turn my antagonism into gentle counseling as I remind him of the truth, "The Empire isn't irreplaceable. As long as humanoids live, we will rebuild. The God of Creation gave us a reason for existence, and the Empire will never supplant it."

But he again retreats behind an excuse. "You killed Reinhold because you feared for yourself. You're not in a position to give me this lesson."

I sigh and shake my head. "You're lying to yourself if you can't see the truth in my words."

"This conversation is over," he coldly replies, and I suddenly feel like I'm flying. Then I see the double doors close before me, and I find myself in the waiting room once again.

Intermission end.

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