Chapter 153: Home, Sweet Home – Part 1

Chapter 153: Home, Sweet Home – Part 1

Today is the 20th, Tann, day of Darkness. The more superstitious would say this is the worst day to come home on, but I say fuck them because I miss my dark milf, my fluffy sheep, and my naked cat too much to delay my return any further.

Edjo wakes me up, and her beautiful amber cat eyes stare into mine as her gray tail waves lazily behind her, my cock in her mouth and my balls twitching as they unload another thick one. But today, there's also music as Hana and Roxanne wake up Khepri and Laguly, respectively, and the little tomboy siren sings with delightful moans.

No [Golemancy] increase, but I can feel that it's near another level up. It's such a complex and deep skill that stopping at level 10 isn't practical as each level would be too dense with knowledge, so I think it'd be better if it went up to 100, like weapon and magic skills.

It's like climbing a stair. The steps can't be too big, as that would make it too hard to climb, and they also can't be too small, as they'd be wasting skill points. But if they're just the right size, the climb is as smooth as can be.

I don't eat much for breakfast because I'm too eager to go back home to focus on eating.

"What a mustch breakfast," Urmeie remarks as she stares at all the cute fruit dishes being served to us.

And I glare at her for using the slur and ruining my peace. I don't like it because it's offensive to elves, and I'm definitely a big elf "lover." Sa'Haa is also here, so it isn't like this was a perfect morning, but still.

The Verners and Alissa do look a bit wistful, though, already anticipating the coming goodbyes, and I definitely would never say they ruined anything.

After we eat, there's one last event we have to get through before we leave. We're going to inspect our newest airship.

Parked in one of the spots for nobility, our battle airship awaits us. It's a big metallic beast that's been polished until it shines. It uses the wooden hull of a standard water Carrack ship as the base, giving it an oval underbelly, but the sails have been removed, and the upper deck is covered with a metal dome where the steering wheel would be, so the upper part is also oval but smaller, leaving only a small stretch of a flat deck in front of the dome that protects the bridge.

It has a lot more space than the Floater due to its bigger underbelly, but the Floater's main laser cannon would cook this metal egg without the airship being able to even respond. The imperial airships' main fighting power comes from using groups of mages that unite their mana pools through [Ritualism] and launch siege-level spells, but it's extremely clunky to fight like that against a high-mobility ship like the Floater.

Our Field Guns would provide far better firepower for this ship, making it basically a huge flying tank. Or maybe like naval artillery at the level of World War 2.

"It's a good ship. It's a shame that its previous Captain threw it away by following Reinhold in his fit of insanity," Sa'Haa quietly remarks as we admire the ship.

"What happened to his cronies?" I reflexively ask.

But she gently shakes her head. "I don't know, but I assume their careers ended after such a humiliating loss."

"Reinhold has also disappeared, so they should be put under observation," Ciel adds.

And Sa'Haa dodges that topic. "That's something the Punishers would be concerned with, not me."

Then our welcoming party arrives. A short and stiff Picard at the center, a very tall and youthful Riker on the left, and a sexy and voluptuous Troi on the right, all with the olive skin of imperials and wearing the black velvet uniform of the Imperial Army. Deanna's face is serious, so I hold myself back from immediately flirting with her.

"Your Highnesses, we're your new officers," Riker cheerfully greets with a handsome smile.

"Captain Cyril, at your service," Picard solemnly introduces himself.

"Executive Officer Damian," Riker follows, still smiling.

"Lead Mage Supervisor Helena," Troi finishes, still impassive.

"Pleasure to meet you all," Yunia politely replies.

Then Damian surprises us by showing a bit of boldness. "And we're grateful to you for defeating our predecessor and giving us this opportunity," he smoothly declares.

"It was the Imperial Army itself that chose you to serve us, so you should be grateful to them," I sensibly reply.

And Riker gives me Riker smirk. "It was you who relieved the incompetents of their positions."

Yunia and I snort amusedly, but Cyril is a bit uncomfortable with his XO's boldness, though I like how Sa'Haa's unamused stare doesn't even faze him, so I let him off the hook for this behavior. If this was a calculated move, he seems to know us well.

They give us a tour of the interior, which is spacious and well-ventilated but packed with supplies for an army of mages. There are some big enchanted ballistae that are kept hidden in the lower hull until necessary, and an even bigger one is kept in the upper dome.

The ship doesn't have defensive enchantments, and since using the mages to create a ship-wide barrier is inefficient, they have to protect their valuable weapons with armor alone. If we put a Chimera [Wind Shield] gem in this ship, we'd have to refurbish it entirely and rip out the armor as it'd be unnecessary weight, so it might be more efficient to just build a new ship instead of overhauling this one.

But there's no point in thinking about this too hard since it won't be relevant for a long time.

Will the Elder Council even allow us to keep the Titles to begin with...?

The second cool thing is that there's a "television" enchantment all over the bridge, and it's very similar to the one used in the Throne of Ascension. It allows us to see out of the ship in all directions, which is excellent since there are quite a few centimetris of metal and also metris of rooms between it and the outside.

This enchantment is the only thing they have on the Chimeras, whose ships need the bridge to be on the front of the ship and made of a glass dome so that they can actually see where they're going. If we can copy this enchantment, we might have to come up with a whole new class of airship since neither Chimera nor Imperial designs would take full advantage of what we could do.

Anyway, Riker doesn't try any more jokes, Troi is too professional to flirt, and Picard is as stiff as they come, so the inspection is quite boring. Allura shows a lot of childish wonder at seeing the interior of the ship, and Lina is excited about the TV enchantment, so their reactions are the only entertaining things that come out of this inspection.

After ensuring that they have a way to communicate with Sandoro, we promptly leave them because I'm getting impatient about going home.

When we arrive at the [Eternal Gate] Network, we see Caterina waiting for us at the entrance alongside Kyora's harem.

"Glad to see that you've accepted our invitation, Captain Caterina," I smoothly greet her.

The stern milf nods politely and smiles, "Thank you for this favor, Your Highness. Templars rarely have the chance to use the Network as it's always considered a luxury."

And the Wandering Knight quartet all nod repeatedly in agreement.

Then Hana immediately pounces on the chance to flirt. "After you abandoned us for so long due to work, we thought it'd be too bothersome if we had to wait for you to make the journey before we could see you again," she eagerly confesses.

Caterina seems like she wants to argue that she didn't "abandon" us, but Hana's smirk makes her too wary to fall into a trap and leave herself vulnerable to flirting, so she bites her tongue and hardens her expression as she nods.

"We'll be paying for this use of the Network, so you shouldn't worry about the cost," Sa'Haa states matter-of-factly.

"Oh?" Yunia hums and turns to the owl.

And the owl's feathers rise up in pride as she haughtily declares, "We're Princesses, so we can use the Network at no cost, but don't worry, we won't consider this a favor."

Yunia takes it in stride and politely replies, "Well, we appreciate your kindness. Even for Crown Lords, the Network is too expensive to use too often." And the five Templars nod at the Princess in appreciation.

"Don't mention it," she hums back.

Okay, the bitch can be agreeable, but only sometimes.

And then we start the goodbyes.

We start with Mako and Omari, who get simple and quick handshakes. Then we move on to Vanea, who pulls me into a hug, and one of her hands falls onto my ass, so I mirror her and get a handful of a tight cheek.

"I'll be waiting for you to dominate those Realm Travelers," she whispers sultrily in my ears, but I notice that her intensity is a bit more subdued than usual.

Should I really put my dick in crazy...?

"You play with fire, teasing me like this," I growl back.

And her tone becomes even more steamy. "I'm confident I can handle your rage."

I might be a bit crazy myself.

Then we disentangle, and I give Kyros a strong handshake.

"Once again, I'll be forever grateful to you," the salt and peppered imperial sincerely repeats.

"Just taking out the trash," I ferociously reply, and we both chuckle.

I give little Thelma a headpat, and she almost melts from my skilled touch.

"Goodbye, Thelma," I whisper warmly.

"Bye!" she exclaims cutely and waves.

Then the Verners are next.

"I'll miss you," Allura whispers wistfully to her sister as they hug.

"Oh, we know you will," Alissa replies suggestively.

Edjo's kiss is bittersweet. She seems to really like me, though it feels like it's more respect than love, similar to the rest of the Companions. Khepri's kiss is hungry and steamy, but she's enjoyed Hana's company more than mine. She just loves my cock. And Laguly's is wistful. The tomboy siren has enjoyed staying with us, though she doesn't know how to put it into words.

The Companions then say their goodbyes to the Rafeslia trio. Though they had some "fun" together, they also trained together, and Lordsguard training is specifically made to strengthen bonds, so their camaraderie is stronger than their lust. There's a chance they'd pull a Nikolas or Lolo if we stayed longer, but I'm too homesick to bet on that, and the fact that they belong to Rafeslia greatly diminishes the chances that they'd come with us.

And the last one is Andrea. She might have had a bit of fun with everyone, but she's a cock-hungry, obedient, submissive, and breedable bitch through and through.

"Don't pull it out here, please," Sa'Haa tiredly requests as I slip a finger inside Andrea.

I smirk at the bitchy owl, then use all of my tools to give Andrea a quick orgasm, and the Doberman woman leans against me, breathing heavily and holding herself back from moaning out loud. I can deal with not getting my dick wet this time, but I need to imprint upon Andrea's mind that she belongs to me.

"I'll be eagerly waiting for our next meeting," I whisper into her pointy ear.

"Say 'Yes, Master,'" Alissa whispers into the other.

"Yes... M-Master-...!" the bitch answers with a trembling voice as she cums from my hand.

"Good..." I whisper huskily, then assume a more normal tone. "And sorry about keeping you from your job for so long."

"It's fine... they'll understand," she weakly reassures me.

I take my hand out and lick up the small drop of white cream she left on my fingers, then I [Clean] her pussy to not leave her smelling of female arousal.

And with that, we're off.

We cross through the white veil of the huge [Eternal Gate], and the warm and mildly salty air of Mac Gantus is replaced with the more humid and mossy air of Escanso. The colorful tiles become glossy wood full of intricate patterns; the bright illumination becomes more moody and gentle; and the stern imperial guards become the respectful and welcoming elves.

Home, sweet home.

And at the exit of the Network is our welcoming party. Osaria, Poosh, Kaatohe, Klein (who looks tired from the trip as the Floater kept flying overnight), the maids, and a small group of Companions, all eagerly waiting for us.

I make a beeline for Poosh and Osaria's breasts, then pull in Kaatohe with my tail and force her to also suffocate in tits.

"Nyah!" my naked bronze cat exclaims in surprise.

"I missed you all~...!" I whine, my voice muffled by the big mounds full of the hopes and dreams of men and lesbians alike.

"We also missed you, Your Highness," Poosh kindly coos back and hugs my horns.

"Things are rather boring around here without Your Highnesses," Osaria states, a noticeable hunger in her tone.

I noticed that my milf's libido steadily dropped with each day we were away, to the relief of the maids, but I guess it'd be pretty depressing for Osaria to not be bred every day like she's been getting accustomed to.

Kaatohe remains silent, still a tsundere, but she also seems to be enjoying the breasts.

"Group hug!" Roxanne suddenly exclaims.

And even the maids join in.

"I agree that they're a bit weird..." Sa'Haa quietly remarks, and Urmeie snorts loudly.

Of course, I haven't forgotten about Osaria taking Thea's first time, and her punishment will be meted out tonight.

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