Chapter 152: Clingy Princesses – Part 1

Chapter 152: Clingy Princesses – Part 1

Intermission – Empress Mena Doxa

"What a fucking insolent little priestess!" our Dear Husband exclaims irately as he storms into the room, and the glass ceiling shows the sky above darkening along with his mood.

He looks so cute when he's angry.

"Is she wrong?" Piscilla teasingly asks exactly what we all want to ask.

Our Darling takes his seat and glares at her, but there's no power in his gaze, and she grins back smugly as he mockingly repeats with a nasally tone, "Is she wrong? YoU'rE lYiNg tO yOuRsElF iF yOu cAn'T sEe ThE tRuTh iN mY wOrDs!"

"You're being childish," I soothingly reply and give his large hand a pat.

Now that I'm touching him, he controls himself a bit better. "She was the child if she thought she could give me a lesson!"

"There's actually nobody, in a significant position, at least, who believes that Reinhold's death was unjustifiable," Efsevia calmly points out.

Here we go...

"Justifiable or not, it happened due to negligence," Hayakasha immediately replies with her usual cold tone.

"Can we stop talking about this topic already?" Ho'Tree pleads tiredly.

Thank you!

The bickering women simply shrug and drop it, also a bit tired of arguing in circles about this.

And since the table has fallen silent, I sweetly continue, "How did the two Princesses react to our proposal?"

"She loved it," Uruterie answers with a grin.

"She hated it," Ho'Tree answers with a groan.

This is... actually good for me. Keeping Sa'Haa unmarried allows her to focus on worshiping Tommen, and she'll never be made Empress without descendants. But perhaps taking her away from him will allow Vanea to help him mature. The only problem would be if Wolf wants to become a Consort and supports Sa'Haa in competing for the throne, as he'd be a massive advantage for her.

If only he were a double edge... or I had a daughter...

And my caressing assuages Dear Husband's anger enough that he soberly declares, "It's still their own choice whether they follow through to the end. The only thing that we request of them is to keep surveillance; I don't want a repeat of the Purification."

"It shall be done," Ho'Tree obediently replies while Uruterie simply nods.

And I grin internally. Everything is going according to plan.

Intermission end.

When Ciel comes back, Roxanne and I clap teasingly at her.

"Congratulations on getting kicked out by the Emperor himself," my cheeky succubus innocently greets.

Ciel stops and cringes awkwardly as she twiddles her thumbs. But her bravery comes back, and she decides to outright admit to everything since we can just read her mind anyway, "Okay, I agree that I was a bit impulsive and that it could've gone better, but I said everything I wanted to." And she puffs up her massive, juicy chest with pride.

"Can I go next?" Aoi quietly asks as she raises a claw.

But the chocolate angel frowns. "That would just make things worse."

"But I want to say that I don't like him," Aoi insists and shows a toothy smile, trying to appear innocent, though that's a bit difficult considering she has a pretty frightening face (for commoners).

"I'm sorry, my love, but that would be very rude," I side with Ciel and pat her big head.

She glances at me, then closes her eyes and lowers her head to savor my touch as she relents, "Hm, alright. But I'll tell him the next time we meet if I still remember this grudge."

"It'd be funny if you did," Yunia calmly states.

"Hehe," Aoi chuckles impishly.

Lina gets up from her chair, walks up to Ciel, and gives her a big hug. "You looked really cool," she quietly states.

"Awn..." Ciel's heart melts, and she suffocates Lina with her breasts, making me wish that was me. But Ciel sends a frown my way. "You were teasing me, so no breasts for you."

"Awn..."

The meetings continue as usual after this little distraction, and we get to talk with a very eclectic set of leaders and representatives, but these are just the more "respectable" ones from among all of the Thieves Guild, so I can only imagine how much cornier and shadier than Poiopo the "bad ones" would be. The chain smoker, scrawny little bunnyman is straight out of a noir novel, making me wonder if that's a genre that exists in this world.

Yunia immediately answers my thoughts, "There are a lot of Investigator novels that fit that theme. They're both romantic and gloomy, but they make for good entertainment for Ladies without enough excitement in their lives."

"Ereia is like that, I assume?" I ask her with a smirk.

And the Queen nods. "She and many others, but Ereia is more shameless, so she sates her thirst for excitement with cock or pussy when the novels aren't enough."

"My kind of woman," I hum.

"Of course she is..." she dryly replies.

But we don't all have to meet with every representative, so I have plenty of time to fill Andrea's womb with my cum.

A well-built body, hardened from years of training and diligence as a soldier. Very little fat, reducing overall breast and ass size, but making them supple and perfectly shaped for my hands.

At first, I grip her ass as I slam my cock into her pussy doggy-style, her favorite position, it seems, but what bitches truly love is to be mounted, so I lean forward and hug her from behind, gripping her breasts with my claws as I continue to plow her. Though this position reduces the pounding length, my magical Cock can make up for it with the long-stroke technique, making it seem like an entire spear is entering her with every slam.

Her thick black tail tickles my stomach as it wags uncontrollably, and she bites her lip in bliss as she imagines my holy seed impregnating her. This slutty Doberman has become a complete sex slave, and her racial disposition to be a bitch made this achievement almost trivial.

Soon, her insides begin to spasm, and she grips the sheets hard as she orgasms on my cock, so I give her a gift by cumming inside her to enhance the feeling of being bred. Being held in place by a superior male as he pumps his seed into a female's pleading womb is the apex of the life of a bitch, and her face of ecstasy tells me that I've hit right on her weak point.

But she still has little sexual stamina compared to me, so she collapses on the bed after the third orgasm in a row.

Then she turns around, her pussy dripping with cum, and pleads weakly, "I have... to go back... to report..."

I lean over her and kiss her cute, black dog snout, then huskily decline, "I don't care. I'll fuck you until I've had my fill of you. I don't know if we'll meet again, so I have to make do with what little time we have."

Aoi begins cleaning up, making her moan and writhe under me, but thanks to her high "Endurance" from being a soldier, she still manages to suggest, "If... if I were to give you intelligence reports... we could meet regularly."

I caress her short black hair and play with her ears as I calmly hum, "Well, that's an if. Until that actually happens, I'm going to shove my cock into you so hard that they'll find my cum inside your soul."

"Oh, Gods..." she cries softly as Aoi finds her G-spot.

And I chuckle darkly. "Yeah, you'd better pray because only the Gods can save you from this."

She wrestles back control of her body, then grabs my face and fiercely declares, "But I don't want to be saved."

"Now that's a good girl," I whisper with a grin.

Then we go for another round.

We're only having the Verners and Andrea as guests for dinner tonight, so we order a lot of meat to please the wereanimals. I, particularly, favor the lightly seasoned, raw, minced meat this time because the dragon in me has been in control for a while as I fucked this Doberman woman, and now it demands raw meat to sate its hunger.

Léonne notices my bitch and greets her politely, "Greetings, I'm Lord Léonne Verner, Chieftess of the Misty Low Forest, and I assume you must be Plifori's representative."

But the dragon is still awake, and it must assert its dominance over his woman, "She's my newest cock-hole, and she'll remain here for at least one more day until I've had my fill of her body."

And I turn my eyes to the bitch in question. Her pointy black ears and tail shoot up in surprise as her skin quickly blushes, but she doesn't seem to dislike this label.

"Say 'yes, I'm Master's cock-hole,'" Alissa quietly commands her.

"Yes, I'm Master's cock-hole," the obedient dog stiffly obeys, then starts breathing heavily in depraved excitement.

Jacques turns to Allura, his fearsome face warped into a frown as he points out, "This is the man you've fallen in love with. You like this kind of thing?"

He gives me a defeated and depressed look. "This isn't exactly heretical research. They could claim it was merely lifespan extension, but my son discovered that they were aiming for immortality."

I'm still skeptical, so I tactfully probe further, "What did he do to... get himself targeted?"

"He stole evidence. A sample of these 'cells' and reports suggesting that it's possible to achieve immortality with this technique."

Ciel sighs gloomily and begrudgingly admits, "Even that might not be enough to be considered 'heretical.'"

"But I think there's more to this situation," Vanea solemnly chimes in.

And Kyros follows up, "It seems that the people sent after my family are related to the ones sent to harass the Anaras in Rabanara, and we suspect that the royals funded them."

"You don't mean the Empresses and the Emperor?" I clarify.

Vanea gently shakes her head, then stares me in the eye to make sure I understand that she's serious. "No, not them. Remember that Cleinias was also considered royalty, which is why he was allowed to live in the upper parts of the Throne of Ascension. But we have reason to believe that the Alkimeonids family had help from other royals as they weren't using Katasko for this."

Right, Cleinias was actually a descendant of an Imperial Prince who gained influence but not enough to be crowned, and that's why he was a "royal."

"There are a number of royal families with a bad enough reputation that I could see them participating in this," Kyros adds.

"What evidence do you have?" Yunia inquires.

But once again, he gives us a defeated and depressed look. "None. It died with my son and his wife. I only have the letters he sent me explaining his suspicions." He's a dignified man, one who truly deserves the title of Noble, so it actually pains me to see him like this.

But I know that I have the "Charisma" to affect others, so I decide to comfort him a bit, "What you've told us is still very helpful. Now we know that many suspicious things happening around the Empire are actually linked. We have a Punisher Captain that's allied with us, and I think we should tell her what you know so that she can keep an eye out for anyone who's carrying out lifespan research."

And my attempt is successful, for he straightens his back and smiles as he replies with a sentimental tone, "Thank you. It's great to hear that his death wasn't in vain."

But Yunia has one last topic that she needs answers for, "Was your son an Investigator? Why was he involved with Katasko?"

And his smile becomes pained as he confesses, "Because of hubris. At first, he joined Katasko due to greed, but once he found out about the research, he became excited at the prospect of being rewarded for exposing heretics. At least he sent Thelma to me before... things fell apart."

"Do you have any more info on the people responsible for this research?" I gently ask.

"A few names of nobles that disappeared before the Purification, but there's one that stood out: Andre Forte."

"Just like you, Wolf, this is a name without a past," Vanea adds with a knowing smirk.

And I smirk back, but I answer soberly, "We've never heard of them, but it does sound elven."

Kyros frowns concernedly as he admits, "My son said it was an odd name, so he could only transcribe what he heard."

And that kills my curiosity. "So 'Andre Forte' might not even be how it's actually written or pronounced."

He nods. "Yes."

They have nothing more to say, so Ciel wraps things up, "Well, thank you anyway for all this information. We'll keep an eye out for anything that sounds like that name."

With the heavy stuff over, we let Thelma come back, and Ciel joins in on reading the picture book. Even Vanea seems to finally melt a bit at seeing the cute little girl having fun. It actually amuses me that Thelma isn't scared of my presence, but then the girls delight themselves in making me uncomfortable when they remind me that [Sexual Charm] might be affecting her.

Anyway, the fun soon ends when we get new arrivals: the Princesses, who have come on the back of a fucking huge dragon.

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