The girls turned to blonde skinny lass with dragon insignia. I grimace on the inside, waiting for her to speak.

“Your arrangement makes sense. We will obey your commands. I am Joann Duke, the sixth daughter of Duke.” She is curtsy.

I bowed in response and walked into a room. After laying down an extra bed, I crawled in. Getting some much needed rest, for I felt. We were going to have to do some painstaking fighting soon.

***

“Should we announce the mission details?” an instructor asked.

The Dean looked down at the different groups running here and there. Looking as if their head was chopped off.

“Go ahead.”

“Examinees. Listen up, your goal is to defeat ten demons. If you are in a group of two, fifteen demons. Three to five, twenty demons. Anymore than that and you can simply increase number per five based on extra people. Overachievers will be rewarded.” A voice boomed out.

***

It was nighttime and yet the red lands looked as if it was still day. Even though it wasn’t as bright as when the sunup, there wasn’t much change.

I spun a card in my hand, looking out of the stairway. Plotting my method of attack to acquire more food. I walked back down to see that commoner girl standing at the door to my room. She turned to me with a surprised face, like someone that wanted to say something awkwardly. Just didn’t know how to broach the subject.

I could probably guess though. I heard many times that my siblings picked up a lot of talented commoner servants. Made them sign a ten year contract and they wouldn’t think of betraying you because their life is good. Plus my family had plenty of room for the commoners’ families to be placed and thus not used as hostages to acquire information.

“Yes?” I said in a gentle tone.

Her eyes loosen up, the wrinkles at the corner smooth out.

“Um, can I talk to you privately?”

She fidget with the him of her tunic. Her head was slightly tilted down and her eyes kept lowering but shooting back up.

She wasn’t the best looking. The two slaves I bought top her in looks. Her body wasn’t all that curvy. She was like a tom-boy that hadn’t developed into a woman yet.

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I pulled out my orb and noticed that the army hadn’t made it to the first village yet. I was going to attack whatever group they dispatched to the village.

Putting it away, I gestured into my room. Her head bobbed and she turned to walk through the barrier that rippled upon her passing through. I followed with a smirk.

A card was spinning in my hand, a contract was forming upon it.

“My lord, c-can you tutor me? I-i am willing to trade in my body for it.” she spoke in haste.

I am disappointed in her choice of words. However, I held out the card.

“Poke your finger with a dagger and put the blood on the card.”

Her hand shook as she grabbed the card. She pulled out a dagger from the waist of her pants. She poked her finger and smeared the blood on the card then looked up at me with a flushed face.

The card in her hand turned into blood red liquid. Engraving roses and thorns up her hand, up her wrist, wrapping around her forearm. Painless.

My eyes gestured at the bed and she turned a darker shade.

“Lower your pants.” I demanded.

Her head bobbed again. Her fingers trembled as she pulled down her pants. I saw not a hint of panties but I assumed that not a lot of commoners could afford them? Or did she take them off?

I had already loosen the draw strings upon mine. I guided her to bend over, her knees digging into the soft mattress. Her hands were clawing the sheets before I did anything. She didn’t have the ass fat to hide anything. With her legs slightly parted, her mound extended out. The fat mound looked like a hill covered in dark grass. Her dark star clenching so visibly.

I ran my hand through the soft valley grass, stroking myself to shape.

“Don’t clench up. Relax.” I spoke softly.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants and briefs all the way. Tossing them on the headboard.

Standing behind her with my waist touching one side of her cheeks, I ran my tip across the slit of her valley. I watched her ass cheeks tremble. I stopped teasing and pushed in. Enjoying the squeezing feeling, I guided all I could in. Until her ass rests in the alcove of my bent body.

I started off with small strokes. You could say our body barely parted. Her knees had dipped and she had lowered herself fully onto the bed but I was prepared for it. My own knees were spread out enough where I could simply lean into her but had plenty of room to pull my hips back like a bow.

I could feel her tensing up. It was normal for virgins to do this. Even some experienced brothel workers would be clenched up like this.

I ran the tips over my fingers over her spine. Her body had arched downward instead of upward. Her fingers loosen up their grips on the silk sheets.

I hadn’t stopped moving. I pulled my hips a little further back with each stroke. Like training with a bow, to build strength, you would pull the string back bit by bit before you could hold it at full moon position.

When I got to the apex, with my tip barely resting inside her valley entrance. Slamming in, her back started arching up on ever hit. Muffle sound of our body connecting was like background music.

I was so close to ending this amazing feeling. I could understand why some people delved into this feeling.

My fingers dug into her hips as I slammed home. Wiggling side to side as I emptied my bladder into her. I let my eyes closed, releasing a pent up breath that had built up over the course.