I cast a strong [Clean] on Allura's drenched panties, then she goes back inside to change them while trying to look as inconspicuous as possible.

"Will your mother get mad if she discovers how intimate I'm getting with your sister?" I ask Alissa through [Bind].

"No. As long as you don't marry her since she's the Chosen Descendant for the Verner name," she happily replies since this topic "interests" her quite a lot.

"What about her virginity?"

"Allura can do whatever she wants with it. Mom could propose that you 'buy' it, but I don't think she's inclined to do that, and Allura is not so shrewd as to sell it herself."

"What about your father?"

"I don't know. He has Ofilia, so I don't think he'd be against Allura indulging in her desires."

Basically, I have all green lights to seduce the tomboyish girl, though I don't think I can actually go all the way with that just yet.

"But Alissa, why didn't you come to visit us earlier?" Jacques suddenly asks, his eyes looking a bit hurt.

"Eh…?" Alissa blurts out a silly noise, then shifts uncomfortably on her cushion as she looks away. She grabs her own tail and pats it to calm herself down as she embarrassedly admits, "Shortly after Wolfy bought me, he asked me if I wanted to come to visit you, but I answered 'no' because I didn't think I deserved it."

"What?!" Jacques shouts, and his jaw drops, flabbergasted. "Why?!" He cries.

But Léonne comes to Alissa's defense, "She was a Blood Slave, Jacques, she wasn't our daughter anymore. It's good that she didn't let herself indulge in such things, or else it'd invalidate all the sacrifices she'd made," Léonne stoically explains, then gives Alissa a respectful nod.

Jacques sighs and facepalms, his huge hand covering half of his face while his beard covers the other half. "You were always stubborn," he slowly whispers, sounding defeated.

"I fulfilled my duty, and then I came back once I wasn't a Blood Slave anymore," Alissa proudly states.

Jacques remains like that, looking down for a long moment, then he finally gives Alissa a gentle, pained look, but a little bit of pride seeps into his expression as he starts to understand her reasoning.

"May I see your ID…?" Ofilia quietly asks, and Alissa silently gives it to her.

Jacques comically scooches closer to her with his hulking frame, and hunches up behind her shoulder to read Alissa's name.

Ofilia raises her head to give Alissa a warm look and delicately dries the corner of her eyes. "You're a lucky woman, Alissa," she whispers with a trembling voice, then returns the ID tablet.

Jacques hugs Ofilia from behind, almost hiding her lithe body with his thick arms, and she leans back into his embrace, then closes her eyes.

Although Ofilia has never asked for her freedom, she's still a political prisoner, so her Fate is out of her hands.

The Verners invite us for a late lunch since we ate so many snacks earlier, and we have a light assortment of their cultural cuisine. Roasted steaks from a deer-like monster, baked veggie casserole, steamed Chape leaf rolls, and a spicy fruit mix seasoned with acidic Prowler blood.

The werefoxes would get along pretty well with Osaria since they have the same habit of pairing sweets with bitter things. Checking in on her through my summoned bird, she's currently having lunch with the twins again, and it seems that they're growing resistant to her teasing. Without Klein and the other girls around, she has few toys available for her to play around with, so I guess I'll have to compensate her when we get back.

Thankfully, the werefoxes don't use chopsticks or other troublesome cutlery in the name of tradition, but they do eat with the same degree of care as the elves, though. Curiously, they use three-pronged forks more commonly than the simpler two-pronged design since it's easier to gather noodles and pasta with it, which is a staple for the commoners.

If we start selling them not-tomatoes, their pasta cuisine will go through a revolution.

On the matter of alcohol, commoners only drink at night, while hunters only drink during the day, so Jacques asks for whiskey, and Léonne asks for liqueur, the latter of which I find fairly agreeable, so I drink a little more than the minimum that would be expected for "social drinking." And since we're talking about alcohol, I pull out my bottle of Cinco Flores.

"Is this the famous elven 'liquid-'… uh, 'liquid magic'?" Jacques hesitantly asks, and I have a pretty good idea of what he was about to say before he caught himself.

I clear my throat and start my pompous speech, "This is the most popular spice blend among all of elvenkind. Its flavors are all perfectly balanced and arranged in the best sequence that one could imagine, creating the ultimate sweet drink." I uncork it and pour a sliver of the extract into each of the shot glasses, then I cast [Spirit Light] and raise my glass to show them the faint rainbow. "Observe the liquid magic, then down it and let it rest on your tongue until you've felt the five flavors. It's only once your tongue starts to go numb that you're allowed to swallow."

Ofilia and Allura seem to take my guidance very seriously while Léonne and Jacques are more casual as I think they've already experienced Eia extract before.

"This smell is… so powerful," Ofilia mutters in awe as she stares at her shot glass as if it were a jewel.

"It's making my tail tingle," Allura adds in the same tone.

I lift my glass, and everyone follows suit, then we all down it at the same time.

Chocolate, coffee, peanut, cherry, and fig. Five wonderful flavors that aren't too strong, nor too weak, nor too sweet. It's a really good accompaniment for basically any sort of dessert, not to mention the weed-like calming effect it has, though it does make me a bit hyper sometimes.

Léonne stares at her empty cup with a faint smile as she ponders, "Hm. Faiumi chocolate, gnomic coffee, Widebergian peanut, Sommerlande cherry, and elven fig. I hadn't imagined that the elves would use so many foreign spices in their internal products."

"They aren't actual foreign spices, they're just spiced to resemble those foreign flavors," Yunia explains.

My jaw drops on its own as my brain takes a moment to process what Léonne just said. "Wait, did you just say gnomic coffee?!" I blurt out excitedly.

"Oh! That's why coffee tasted vaguely familiar to me!" Ciel exclaims and hits her forehead playfully. "I tasted it once before in Oostlijpost."

I grab Alissa's hand, give it a squeeze and stare her into the eye as I affirm with deadly seriousness, "We're going to Gnomeria or whatever gnomic town we can as soon as possible."

"O-okay…" Alissa meekly replies with a nod.

Jacques plays with his beard as he gives us a rose-coin-like nugget of information, "Gnomeria is accepting any sort of adventurer or mercenary since they're having some sort of monster problem over there."

I turn my draconic eyes to Yunia and assert, "We're selling our swords to them in exchange for coffee."

"It's a viable trade…" She stiffly replies.

"I wish you luck…" Léonne blesses us with a subtle smirk.

After lunch, we practice the traditional ritual for werefox hunters called "sieste," which is exactly the same as the Spanish ritual with a similar name, i.e. a nap. Plenty of Sworn Hunters have to work during the night since most of the more dangerous monsters in the Misty Low Forest are nocturnal, so the werefoxes are quite knowledgeable about managing sleep.

The absolute silence throughout the estate and the agreeable, but slightly hot and humid weather makes for the perfect conditions to encourage sleep, and we gladly take their suggestion to have a sieste.

Gify asks for a [Breeze] magic tool, and she positions it right in front of the crack of the doorway to bring fresh air into the room, which Lina enthusiastically approves of, then the Lordsguard and the golems position themselves around the room that was prepared for us.

I have a short dream about being hugged from behind, and the gentle female hands caress my hair, then she calls my attention to something straight ahead: a pair of eyes staring back at me.

I wake up feeling refreshed, and then Léonne informs us that Darcy, the leader of the 24th division of Town Hunters, has accepted our offer of assistance.

Alissa becomes very happy, but then she feels guilty because she has a "past" with Nenvieu, the second-in-command of the 24th.

"I don't have any strong feelings for him anymore, but he's still my childhood friend, so I do want to meet him again," she confesses with a low, hesitant tone, her eyes locked on the floor in shame as her pointy ears lay flat against her head from the guilt.

I pat her head, and she brightens up a bit, then closes her eyes to savor my touch. "It's fine. As long as you don't get too handsy or huggy, my draconic jealousy won't be triggered," I explain my feelings.

The girls spend a few seconds in silence as they gain an understanding of my use of "handsy" and "huggy," which didn't translate that well into Andraste.

Then I turn to Roxanne and give her a serious, draconic look as I warn her, "Also, if the men you slept with brag about it, I'll punch them in the face."

Roxanne giggles earnestly, and her pale skin reddens with excitement. "I'd enjoy seeing that, so don't use that as a deterrent."

"Alright, I'll find a method for punishing you, then, like ignoring you for a day," I casually retort and give her a lofty look.

Her thin tail freezes in the air as she tenses up a bit. "Okay, now that is an effective disincentive," she admits and forces a smile as her mind imagines the cold loneliness of being ignored by me.

"You should ignore her regularly," Yunia mutters, but we ignore her, though it isn't intentional.

"Thank you, Wolfy," Alissa conveys her love through a breathy, affectionate tone that makes me want to pounce on her.

But why shouldn't I fulfill that desire?

I pounce on her and pull her into a tight hug.

"Hyah!" She yelps in surprise, and I lavish her cheeks with kisses that then progress towards her lips.

Our tongues seek out each other, then gently rub together, finding comfort in the touch, but the kiss ends after a short while. I've been giving Alissa a lot of attention lately, and the other girls need their fair share of me.

After lots of kissing and heavy fondling, we decide to leave the siesta room, but first I ask for a status update from Poosh. The simple messaging system is complete, so I just need to send letters through my [Gate], then keep it open while I wait for the reply.

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Absolutely nothing happened in Escanso, which is as expected, but Confiel sent a message that the meeting between him and the noble with Hana's brother is arranged for the day after tomorrow, and he wants confirmation that we'll be able to attend.

The meeting with Arantos will probably have to be delayed for a day because of it, though.

"I'm fine, Hana's brother is more important," Ciel gracefully accepts the change in plans.

"Thanks!" Hana cheerfully replies and gives my chocolate angel a strong kiss on her cheek, then she goes for the lips, and Ciel gets caught off-guard. "You're delicious," Hana whispers with a sultry tone, her domination fetish suddenly triggering.

Ciel is kind of weak against Hana's forcefulness, so her arms are drained of the strength needed to push the aggressive dragon away as her breasts are squeezed by Hana's strong hands, her resistance crumbling almost instantly.

"Ahn…" Ciel moans softly as Hana's fingers rub over her thin, lacy panties.

I breathe in deeply and look around. I'm torn; I don't know if I should join in, stop them, or just watch, so I want to get some second opinions.

Alissa wants me to join in; Roxanne immediately starts to touch herself; Lina suddenly itches to be forcefully fucked by my draconic cock; Aoi wants to join them; and Yunia suddenly feels a desire to drink wine while watching the show.

"Mom's waiting, so do it quick," Alissa's words push everyone over the edge.

Human-Aoi pushes Lina down, then invades her mouth with her tongue; I pull out my cock and grow another one, then I fuck them both at the same time; Yunia sighs and starts fingering Roxanne to help her cum faster; Alissa touches herself silently in the corner; and Gify lifts her little wing to see what's going on, but then she immediately lowers it back down and returns to sleep.

"May I aid you, Master Alissa?" Jarn suddenly asks, and Alissa immediately turns to me, asking for my input.

"Warm yourself, and be gentle with her," I order Jarn, and the golem obeys.

She [Equip]s two metal dildos, each identical to my normal cock, and lubes them up, then gently guides Alissa to get on all fours.

"Remember, the safe word is 'record scratch,'" Jarn politely informs Alissa, then lifts off her not-kimono.

Alissa is a bit fearful of what's about to happen, but that just triggers my sadism, and I blurt out on impulse, "Actually, be a bit rough with her, Jarn."

"Understood," Jarn replies emotionlessly, then shoves both dildos up Alissa's holes.

"HNGH…!" Alissa grunts as her holes are suddenly stretched wide by the thick, metal cocks.

Okay, now I really want to use [Bind] on the golems…

After everyone has had at least one orgasm, we stop ourselves from continuing further and clean up the area, then we finally leave the room.

Léonne takes us to their best shoemaker, and we decide to go on a little shopping-spree. Elven Snow Weave is stretchy and sexy, but the werefox stamped textiles are cute.

Of course, only Alissa can actually wear the origami clothes without any clamps, though Yunia can walk a good twenty steps before the not-kimono unravels like a very sexy gift wrapping.

"How vexing…" She grumbles and tries to tie the sash tightly, but it just looks ugly without all the folds.

There's not much else to do before tonight, so we return to the estate and spar for a while.

The werefoxes use small composite bows and focus on speed and extreme accuracy while the elves focus on accuracy over long range and saturation, so our Lordsguard can't win in a werefox archery competition, and their Hunters can't win in an elven competition. Elves are ambushers, werefoxes are hunters, and this distinction is shown in their military doctrine.

Klein is a good archer, but the Sworn Hunters have way more experience than her with it, and even Alissa is having a hard time against her mother. Their duel actually catches my attention since it's the first time I've ever seen Alissa struggle to win against someone in accuracy.

The targets are hung on ropes and silently dropped from a raised platform, making them take an arc with their trajectory as they fall, but there's a tarp hiding them from our view, and the target is only visible through an opening for a mere second depending on the height it was dropped from.

Léonne's posture is that of a statue and maintaining a perfect stance. Her right arm is fully extended, firmly holding the small bow while the right hand keeps the arrow nocked, but the string isn't drawn.

Out of respect for their duel, everyone stops and remains silent so that she may more easily concentrate.

I hear the pitter-patter of a small, curious fox coming closer, but it quickly notices the tension in the air and also stops moving.

We hear far-off whispers coming from the town as the townsfolk go about their day.

A breeze brings dust into my eyes and makes me squint, but not even that is enough to make Léonne blink, and her chest barely moves as she calmly breathes.

I blink, and the arrow isn't in her bow anymore, only the vibrating string is left as evidence that she moved at all, then I hear the *thwack* of the arrow hitting the target, and everyone claps. She certainly used [Muscle Explosion], as her hand moved at borderline shounen-anime-speeds.

Though she was unbelievably fast, she still didn't hit the bullseye.

"I've been training a lot with [Illusion Magic], at the expense of neglecting to train my senses as much as I should've," Alissa admits with a bitter smile and takes her mother's position.

"You already lost the moment you compared yourself to me," Léonne coldly replies, and Alissa chuckles heartily.

She glances at her mother and gives her a gentle smile. "I kind of missed your 'drillmaster' side."

"Clearly, I didn't train you hard enough since you still remember it fondly," Léonne coldly lashes again.

Spicy.

Predictably, Alissa loses, and she isn't even mad.

On the melee side, Yunia reigns supreme. The werefoxes are less magically inclined than the Chimeras, so there's nobody among them who can cast [Rush] on themselves like the Celestial Horns can, which also means that there's no way for them to counter Yunia's [Precognition].

Yunia keeps her distance from Jacques. His longer arms and higher strength makes it much easier for him to score a hit, so she needs to wait for an opportune moment.

He lunges, and their longswords entwine, then they twist and spiral, and Yunia's blade worms around his guard, ending up pressed against his neck.

The referee gives her a victory, and Jacques suddenly blurts out a question in awe, "So, this is the power of the Eia pills?"

Yunia pulls her weapon back and coolly replies, "No, this is the power of [Weaverism], but you need the pills to properly use this magic school, so you could say that it's the apex of what you can accomplish with it."

When it's my turn to spar, the werefoxes turn wary.

"How's that fair?" One of the Hunters complains.

"I'm still controlling all these weapons by myself," I retort with a grin.

I win mostly because of the novelty of my style since my melee skills aren't really high enough to go against someone who has focused on physical combat.

Hana is the most popular with the Hunters, receiving the highest number of challenges, while Lina receives the fewest since the skittish foxes are afraid of her [Cursing Magic].

"Wait, you're all magic warriors?" Allura suddenly points out.

"That's one of our secrets," I reply with a cheeky grin.

"How… how did you do it?" She stubbornly questions.

"Ah, Ofilia, look what I've learned," Alissa tries to deflect by casting [Mesmerizing Butterflies], but Allura's single-mindedness makes her resistant to it, so I continue to playfully deflect for a while until she gets so angry that she quits interrogating me.

Ofilia actually does become mesmerized by the spell, so at least that makes Alissa very happy since the Blood Slave knows a non-combat version of the very same spell, which she had used to play around with Alissa and Allura back when they were children.

As the sun starts to set, we go take a bath and get ourselves ready for the party.

Ofilia takes us to the guest bathhouse and quickly takes her leave, her barely contained grin revealing that she knows what we're about to do here.

The interior is quite warm and humid with a heated, cute, dark cobblestone floor. The weather here is a bit more chilly than Escanso's, so the feeling of our feet on the warm stone is quite welcome. It also has some sort of non-slip texture, which is mildly surprising.

The square pool of water is large enough for all of us to easily fit, so there are no problems there. I do miss having all my personal maids wash my body for me, though.

Alissa suddenly grins as she senses someone coming in.

The sliding door is pushed to the side loudly, and a tall, naked almost-woman advances into the room, then I swallow heavily as my conscience immediately reigns the dragon back in.

Allura's size is already the same size as Alissa's, and I wonder how much more they'll grow. Her body shows some early signs of muscles, but due to her height, her "Strength" has been boosted to 14. Her thighs are furry, but they're very thick, and her peach-shaped ass cheeks are bare, begging for some love. Her tomboyish hairstyle and her bold grin give her an air that seems like a mix of Hana's and Roxanne's.

"Mom said I'm too immature to lose my virginity, but she also said that I can watch," Allura announces, and confidently walks towards us, without a hint of shame.

Alissa narrows her eyes in annoyance and lashes out slightly, "You should've asked us first, but yes, we'll allow you to watch us."

The rest of the girls share a look and some wry smiles, then shrug and continue cleaning each other.

Allura grabs a bar of soap and starts washing herself, her eyes glued to my Weapon.

"He's smaller than Dad," she points out, and I almost bite my tongue in surprise.

Alissa rinses my weapon, and I immediately grow it into the biggest, spiky, draconic breeding tool that Hana and Aoi have ever taken.

"Holy shit," Allura mumbles and continues to stare at it, entranced by its manliness, so I grow another one, and she gasps.

"You said you wanted to watch?" I ask her with a husky tone, almost growling.

"Yes…" She whimpers an answer.

Roxanne approaches Allura from behind, and her pale, lewd hands help Allura "wash" herself.

"Ahn…" Allura moans weakly, but she doesn't look away, or even try to stop Roxanne.

Aoi approaches me with a mesmerized gaze, like a moth to a flame, then she and Alissa each choose a head to lick, and I let out a growling laugh in delight.

I turn to Allura and smugly ask, "I heard that you've seen your parents fuck…?"

"Yes… we did," Alissa answers for her sister. Her memories tell me that it was more of a "sex ed class" than something perverted or degenerate, so I think it's time that Allura watched something a bit more intense.

Roxanne's hand squeezes the two mounds, and I savor their youthful elasticity through [Bind].

Alissa suddenly confesses, "I also had a dragon fetish when I was younger. I still do, but it was… 'maddening'…"

I chuckle evilly as we both think the same thing: Allura might be going through the same phase.

I control Aoi, who's already letting herself become hypnotized by the musk and taste of my draconic weapon, and force her to shrink down until she's the perfect size for breeding. As soon as she notices what I want, she gives in to my will, and I make her bend over and lift her own tail for me, exposing her warm, moist slit.

I look towards Alissa and command, "Transform." Then I use [Bind] to force her to obey since that turns her on.

She grins excitedly and glows, then shifts into a large fox and slides under Aoi, assuming the same position as her sister-wife.

Two female bestial pussies are begging for me to breed them, so how could I wait any longer?

I shift into my dragon form, assuming the largest size I can, and stand on my hind legs as I spread my wings, then I stare at Allura while I exhale slowly, letting smoke and licks of flame escape from my nostrils.

"Be honored, as you'll have the privilege of witnessing how true beasts mate," I announce out loud, my dual-voice making me sound much more imposing than my "cute" humanoid side ever could.

"I find it rather entertaining to see them fuck in beast form," Yunia casually remarks.

"Definitely," Klein earnestly agrees, salivating over the sight, and Lina slowly nods.

"You wanna get fucked like that, too?" Hana teasingly asks Klein, who breathes in deeply as the question stabs at her weak spot, but she doesn't answer her.

"It's a bit frightening," Ciel shyly adds and hugs her comfort-loli a bit tighter.

"But not the tentacle monster?" Yunia asks accusingly.

Ciel shrugs. "They're just tentacles."

Roxanne grins like a devil that just successfully corrupted an innocent soul, then licks her fingers, tasting Allura's juices.

My draconic side feels a strong desire to knot my mates, so I stop moving my hips and spread out my wings, then cover both of my females with them, making a cocoon of warmth as I keep them plugged.

"I love you," I gently whisper to them and give both of their faces a loving lick.

Aoi responds by entangling her long, slick tongue with mine, and I push both of our heads down so that Alissa can get some licks in, too.

Klein's arm has been making some suspicious movements under the water, so Yunia and Hana both decide to help her out at the same time.

"After you," Yunia concedes.

"No, please, you first," Hana politely defers.

Yunia raises an eyebrow as she deliberates for a moment, then suggests, "Why not both?"

Hana grins like a predator. "Good enough. I claim her pussy."

"Fine with me."

Roxanne helps the drained Allura get into the bath, then I give the surviving girls a satisfying round of the tentacle monster.

After everyone is filled and renewed, we let the Lordsguard take a bath, and I feel a bit disappointed about the fact that I couldn't breed Hukarere since she was on duty. Then we leave the bathhouse, and Anton gives us a worried look as he sees Allura coming out with us.

I grin innocently at him, but he doesn't have the courage to ask about what we did.

We walk outside and notice that the sun has already set, with a thick white mist limiting our vision to just a few meters. For some reason, this mist feels more oppressive than Escanso's.

Ofilia is our guide again, and she's carrying a powerful lamp to light up the way, but its effectiveness still isn't that great since this mist is really thick.

The 25th Division of Town Hunters is the youngest division of Roubaix, so there aren't that many soldiers in it. Alissa personally trained the original thirty soldiers that came to greet her, but now they have proper footmen, mounted warrior duos, archers, mage support, and healer units, totaling in at over one hundred young men and women.

For this number of people, an entire restaurant has been reserved for us, making it quite the party. These Town Hunters don't have any work tonight, so the alcohol flows freely, but I have a better idea about how to really get the party going.

I stand on my chair and push the [Project Voice] gem against my throat. Then, I start my speech, "I'd like everyone's attention." Then I wait until the entire hall is quiet. "Sirs and Dames, experienced warriors, Sworn Hunters, and the Verner family that rules the Misty Forest. Today is a special day for the Misty Low Forest, for Alissa Verner, the daughter of the Chiefs who had been separated from her family, trained the twenty-fifth division, and served as my Blood Slave, has finally returned as Alissa Ryder, my lover, my wife, one of the Crown Lords of the Western High Forest, and a member of the new Royal Family of the High Forest!"

The crowd cheers and raises their tankards in the air while I observe the revelry with a faint grin.

Then I extend my hand to Alissa and help her up onto her own chair as she struggles to not glare at me or blush too hard from embarrassment. I pull her waist closer to me with my tail and continue, "This young woman has fought countless battles and overcome unimaginable challenges to be able to return to her homeland with her head held high in pride!" I allow the dragon inside of me to spread its wings and roar, boosting my "Charisma." "So let's honor her achievements by showing our determination, our grit, and our dedication to the endless pursuit of improvement. Let's honor the Goddess of Growth…" -I pull out the air hockey and table football… tables- "with a tournament!"