"You seem to have quite a resistance to mental effects, so I'm sure you'll be fine meeting her on your own," Yunia stiffly assures me.

I just frown and stare at her while I slowly raise an eyebrow. "Are you afraid of her…?" I confusedly ask.

She looks away and waves her hand dismissively. "Me? No, of course not, I just don't think it's necessary for anyone but you to meet with her directly."

I narrow my eyes in suspicion and continue to stare, but I don't probe her thoughts because I want her to admit the truth.

She refuses to look me in the eye, so I grab her face, making sure that my claws sting her just a little bit, and force her to look at me.

"Yulania Ryder. Confess," I command her.

She resists my domineering aura and glares defiantly, her angry but still stunningly beautiful blue eyes giving me a boner as they trigger the degenerate within me.

However, she knows that there's no way out of this, so she begrudgingly admits, "Her Eyes of Authority can rip my [Mask] to shreds."

"Wait, why are they called that?" I confusedly question.

"They're an imperial inheritance that makes people feel submissive to the user, and it's rumored that they got it directly from the imperial royal family."

"Ooh~… that explains a lot." But then I hum smugly. "Hm… so you really are afraid."

Her pretty face warps in anger for a brief moment, then she starts grumbling, "Of course not! Out of all of us, you're the one with the best resistance against mental attacks, which we all witnessed during our stay with Arreira, so it makes sense to only send you to meet with her… and she did ask to meet with you, specifically."

I grin as I pull her face closer to mine. "I'll need a lot of pampering," I whisper with a husky tone.

"I'll suck your dick until your MP reaches zero," she nonchalantly replies.

But I frown in dissatisfaction. "You already do that without me even having to ask."

She becomes flustered as she realizes that she may very well be as much of a cum addict as Roxanne. "W-well, what else do you want me to do?!"

I hum in delight as I let my degenerate mind wander. "I want to fuck you and Ereia at the same time," I whisper perversely.

She scoffs and pouts subtly. "That isn't much of an outlandish request."

I smile and kiss her pouty lips, mellowing them out a bit. "Well, I'm thankful that you're so honest."

She rolls her eyes tiredly. "It's pretty pointless to lie to you," she mumbles bashfully.

I grin and kiss her deeply, picking up from where we had just stopped.

I grab her back and ass with my claws and hug her tight, pressing her luscious breasts against my skin. The incredibly thin fabric of her dousnadeia makes it feel like she's wearing nothing at all as I distinctly notice her nipples harden.

She hugs me back, and her long, delicate fingers caress my muscles, seeking comfort in the arms of the man that has given her everything she had lost and more.

Her smell, her taste, her warmth, her touch, her stunning beauty, it's all maddening to me. When my wives open their hearts to me and allow their feelings to seep through [Bind], it gives me such a euphoric high that nothing could ever compare to it. In the name of the Goddess of Love, we need to modify [Bind] into something more pure so that we can spread it all over the world, giving everyone the opportunity to experience true love like we do.

But it also makes it pretty hard to take it slow with the girls.

My cock throbs with desire and drips with precum, forcing me to ascend the stairs of love before Yunia is ready.

I break the kiss, which frustrates her a bit, and move down to her breasts. I realize that Roxanne may have savored Yunia's delicious red lips more than I have, but nobody has tasted my wives' pussies as much as me, so it evens out, in my opinion.

I suckle on Yunia's nipples like a baby, and I feel her hot breath against my head as it gradually quickens.

I quickly move on when I feel them become all tingly and sensitive. They need to be able to endure my pinching when I fuck her pussy, so I'll leave them be for now.

Her defined abs are faintly salty from the sweat that has dried on her skin, but it just tastes like nectar to me as I lick every inch of them, worshiping their absolute perfection.

"Add 'abs' to your list of fetishes," Yunia teasingly comments.

"Add every single part of you to the list of things that I love," I ardently reply, making her chuckle heartily.

She may have her pride and sense of superiority as an elf, but her weakness is my passion; my ardent dedication to loving her and the other wives disarms her completely.

She strokes my black horns, imagining that they're both my cocks, and it makes me gasp as another jolt of stimulation is sent down to my cock, making it throb even harder.

I get on my knees and pull her not-panties to the side, then I penetrate her with my tongue. My wives' pussies each have a particular taste, so I'm certain that I could identify them from that on its own.

After our battle this morning, Yunia's pussy tastes slightly stronger than usual, even if she did use a deep [Clean] on herself after the battle. Perhaps it's not the sweat that gives her this taste; it might instead be her desire to be bred that has this subtle effect on her taste.

My draconic hunger for women must be what has turned me into such a pussy sommelier. For once, I'm actually thankful to the dragon inside of me for helping me get closer to my wives.

I play with her lips and clit using my tongue as she holds onto my horns like they're handlebars, trying to guide me to tongue-fuck her deeper.

Ciel watches the two of us with gentle eyes, happy that two of the people who she loves and respects are so passionate about each other, but the best part of her watching us is that her sight gives me a perfect view of Yunia's pleasure-stricken face.

I grab her ass cheeks and spread them apart, then I wiggle a tentacle into her asshole and bend my tongue upward until it rubs against her G-spot.

"HAAAHNGH~…!" She orgasms from my tongue, moaning loudly as her legs fail her.

Her lewd juices flood my mouth, and I drink it all eagerly, steeling my back and using my tail for stability as she lurches forward, too weak to keep herself standing.

Her thighs reflexively squeeze against the sides of my head, and if it was Hana in her place, I'm sure it would have hurt me a lot.

"Stop… please… I need… ah…!" She struggles to speak, but I just wiggle my tongue against her G-spot harder in response. "I need…!"

I stretch her asshole, making her grit her teeth.

"I need…"

I pinch her clit with a tongue-tentacle, making her squeak.

"AH~…! Your…"

I make pointy bumps on my tongue to scrape against her labia.

But she powers through the stimulation to shout, "COCK!"

And that makes me pause for a moment as a burst of desire makes my cock throb once again.

"BREED ME!" She demands, not wasting the opportunity now that I've stopped stimulating her.

The dragon breaks free of its chains and roars triumphantly.

I use my tentacles to move Yunia off of me and force her to turn around and bend over the railing, then I line up her pussy with my cock and thrust.

"YES~…!" She shouts in bliss as my superior cock stretches her insides, now almost drooling from the pleasure.

I cross my arms and enjoy the view as I use my tentacles to drive her waist along my lengthy Dragonator, then I create some suckers to play with her recovering nipples again.

I love fucking my women on the balcony. The way they lean over the railing is so erotic, the freedom of fucking in the open air is so refreshing, and the fact that I'm looking down upon my town while doing it is truly empowering.

Yunia's long legs quiver as her pussy drips with lewd juices, and her face scrunches up in effort as she struggles to remain standing.

My cock is supreme. It's a potent weapon against women, perfectly suited to attack their resolve and force them to submit to my superior genital. Elf, dwarf, dragonkin, Chimera, demon race, or whatever proud race a woman belongs to doesn't matter. My cock is supreme.

I use my tail to help anchor me in place as I put more power into slamming her waist against mine.

Her voluminous drills become thinner as her sweat soaks into her hair. Her pride goes the same way as it shrinks and flops under the storm of our passions, allowing her usual stern face to warp into one of unbridled pleasure, the mark of a cum-addicted sex slave.

As Yunia's mind is filled with pleasure, her entire body relaxes, and she lets her spirit float down the river of heaven without a single care. Just like how I use sex to de-stress and relax, she uses getting Ravaged by me as a way for her to achieve a zen state that provides similar benefits.

The repetitive movements and constant stream of pleasure coming from my cock helps me enter a trance, too, helping me relax to a level that I couldn't achieve even with Osaria and Poosh working together.

But since I'm not trying to exhaust her with pleasure, this state of relaxation just further shortens my already naturally short time needed to cum.

I slam Yunia against my hips one more time, then I unleash it all inside her with a long groan of relief.

Her depths flood and overflow with a bucket's worth of cum, then I slide out of her and help her lay down on the bench nearby.

She tries to catch her breath as she admits, "I don't think… I can lay… with Ereia… today…"

I kiss her lips and lovingly caress her cheek. "It's fine. We can leave that for tomorrow," I soothe her, and she nods slowly.

I call for a maid to clean up Yunia because she definitely needs her drills to be redone, and Lina isn't here anymore to help with that. My cute little dwarf is already back in her office, sketching out my idea for wind tunnel testing.

As I turn around, my head sinks into a pair of huge chocolate mounds, and I instinctively grab them, then I pull Ciel down to the floor again so that she can stop using [Fly] to float.

"Are you feeling better?" I gently ask Ciel through [Bind] since my mouth is occupied right now.

"Yes, I am. Thank you for worrying about me," she warmly replies and hugs my head.

"Are you okay to come with me to meet with Vanea?" I cheekily suggest.

"No," she reflexively rejects.

"Pbbbtt… and you, stay where you are!" I shout to stop Alissa before she can even offer to come back.

"Oh… okay…" She mumbles through [Bind] and returns her focus to her family.

"Well, anyway, I thought you'd be happier about the fact that you got a Blessing," I admit, still a bit concerned about Ciel's mood.

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She nods slowly and confesses, "I've never really worshiped the God of the Sun, so his Blessing was unexpected, and I never imagined that I'd be someone who would ever cause so much destruction, so I'm a little afraid of myself now."

And I gently try to comfort her, "Maybe it's because of your personality that he briefly gave you that much power. I know that I would've completely fucked up and killed us all if that Intervention had been empowering me instead."

She gives me a pained smile and kisses my right horn. "Perhaps… but I think Roxanne could've controlled that power just as well as I did."

I raise my head to glare at her. "Roxanne definitely doesn't have the capacity to limit collateral damage like you can."

"Hey!" Roxanne complains, but we both shoot her down immediately with memories of her evil grin as she kills monsters, so the bloodthirsty succubus embarrassedly retreats back into her corner.

Then Ciel continues, "But I still don't understand why I was the target of the Intervention since I completely pulverized everything."

I theorize, "Perhaps the Gods wanted someone who wouldn't abuse that power since they might have to empower us more than once, so that may be why they chose you, to prepare you for the future."

She blinks blankly as her face is briefly struck by the realization, but then she frowns again. "Oh… I see what you mean, though I don't really agree with it."

I sigh and give up trying to convince her. Instead, I straighten my back and rub my cheek against hers. "They also stopped me from using Patrono, so I think there's more to their intentions than we think."

"Hm…" She hums, deep in thought, but even she doesn't know what to make of this.

After stalling for what is probably more than long enough, I call for Enomosa and a small detachment of Companions to accompany me.

Vanea wants this meeting to be a secret, so she's chosen Goldcross as a neutral city for us to meet since it's easy to come up with a plausible reason for why we're both coincidentally visiting it at the same time. She has also suggested a fitting motive for me to go there: to visit a werecat brothel.

My fucking reputation is already beyond recovery if she actually considers visiting brothels to be just a simple passtime for me.

The Companions seem to be a bit tense; they might be thinking that I'm bringing them to an orgy. While they've been chosen due to their "attraction" towards me and my wives, some of them might actually be pure lesbians since Hana, Roxanne, and Yunia are kind of like sex icons for gay women, so I have to make things clear to avoid any misunderstandings.

"We're going to a secret meeting with Vanea with the pretense that this is a casual brothel visit, so nothing sexual is supposed to happen. Please know that, though you're all welcome to approach me at any time, I would never force my subordinates to do anything they don't want to."

Their reactions to that are varied, from blushes, to smirks, to even a few sighs of relief.

Enomosa is completely unconcerned. I'd love to fuck her and break that cold, sadistic mask she always wears, but I think that conquering her heart will be as challenging as Teresina's.

Make no mistake, I don't want to just "conquer" her, as if I were adding another notch on my belt, I truly do want to bring her bliss through my cock. Yes, my motives are completely "pure."

As Goldport's "sister" city, Goldcross is just as beautiful as I remember. The mix of imperial yellow brick houses with the grass-elf plump tree-houses is adorable and charming.

The city may be a tourist trap filled with expensive snake oil merchants, but it bustles like a melting pot of cultures thanks to the revived High Road breathing new life into it.

None of the girls are with me, not even Gify, the little coward, so I don't feel like lingering among the stalls or looking for oddities. Those sorts of little pleasures are only really worth your time when you can share them with someone you love.

We walk through the Nobles' Quarter and get a few curious looks from the people we pass by. My appearance is simply too unique to not draw attention.

Fortunately, we soon reach the brothel neighborhood, then we locate the "Oh… Nyan!" brothel.

The brothel itself follows a "cutesy" Gothic style, which fits nicely with the Gothic lolita werecat maids that populate it.

"See these skimpy maid outfits? I'd love to have our maids wear them, too," I tell Lina through [Bind].

She stops her enchanting work and diligently takes detailed notes, including sketches of the designs. "I'll show them to Poosh," she dutifully replies.

There's a considerable number of actual cats walking about, and even a cat nature spirit, too, yet there's a distinct lack of the characteristic smell that a gathering of cats of this size would typically exude.

A catgirl with short, brown hair and pink skin approaches us. "Welcome, Grand Sir, to the 'Ahn~… Nyaah!' brothel, nya," she hams up the greeting, even moaning seductively and striking a cute pose as she says the odd name. She has cute, sharp fangs that are even longer than Alissa's, peeking out to be seen every time she speaks.

What the fuck, Vanea. How did you find this place…?

I look at her half-naked body and breathe in deeply. She's short and very slender, but she's got a nice, round ass and breedable hips that make me hungry. She's wearing a pair of open high-heels, which exposes her partially bestial feet. She doesn't have fur covering them like Allura, but she does have sharp claws that give her a faintly wild air.

"I'm Crown Lord Wolf Ryder. I was referred to this place and advised to ask for a 'Lala,'" I calmly announce with a gentle tone.

The catgirl freezes for a second before bowing deeply. "I'm the one called Lala, nya Lord, and I'll be delighted to fulfill nyour every desire, nya," she respectfully replies, though her mildly nasally tone slightly undermines her efforts.

"Perfect. Take me to your best room, then."

She straightens up and smiles adorably. "At once, nya!" Then she grabs my hand without any fear of my claws and energetically pulls me through the lounging hall.

As we pass the gaggle of catgirls watching us, I notice some very envious looks coming from them, which strokes my ego quite nicely. There are only two other patrons in the lounge, but they keep their curiosity to themselves as they certainly know who I am.

Lala takes us up a lavish set of stairs and down a corridor, where I hear muffled moans coming from a few rooms, but as the doors become increasingly ornate, the sound-proofing also gets better, and things become silent.

Their best suite isn't as big nor as ornate as my own room, but it's still a high-class suite furnished with gilded, but also ostentatious adornments.

Half of the Lordsguard stays outside, while the other half and Enomosa spread out along the walls of the room.

Lala immediately pushes me down into a lavish chair with a mischievous smirk. Sitting on a chair that hasn't been modified to accommodate my tail is a bit uncomfortable, but this one is so well padded that it doesn't bother me at all.

As soon as I've gotten comfortable, Lala kneels before me and forcefully pulls down my pants.

"Hm….?" I hum inquisitively with a raised eyebrow, but I don't stop her.

"Orders from above, nya," she cheekily replies, then swallows my cock whole and energetically deepthroats me, her large brown eyes staring intensely up at mine, but the way her cat tail waves behind her is just as entrancing.

We hear a knock on the door, and I permit them to enter, then a nervous Lordsguard pokes her head in and informs us that Vanea is right outside.

I shouldn't expect any less of Vanea.

"Yes… allow her in," I amusedly reply and caress Lala's head and fluffy cat ears as she sucks me off. My delicate touch earns me a purr that feels like a vibrator against my head.

The door opens, and Vanea, followed by Grosnok, a huge lion beastfolk, casually walks in.

The dark-haired princess looks just as pretty as I remember her being, and though her eyes do scream of "evil sadist," they don't cause my skin to crawl anymore. A few points in [Mental Resistance] helped me retain my composure in our previous encounters, but my new race ensures that it's almost an entirely stress-free experience for me now.

I never could appreciate before how doll-like her face is, though I know very well that her grin can be a bit creepy. Her princess dress is very cute, but it also has a faint sexy flair to it with its generous cleavage and an opening that exposes her navel. Her long-sleeved gloves finish off the look, giving her the impression of a delicate, yet mature flower.

Grosnok is a yellow, furry man with a lion's head and an impressive golden mane, and unlike the Chimeras, who usually have human body parts, Grosnok is a full-fledged furry. His build is the same as Jacques', making him a furrier counterpart to the red-bearded beast-like man.

Enomosa pulls a chair over and offers it to Vanea, who graciously accepts it, then she sits merely a meter away from me. She gives an amused look at the catgirl happily sucking me off, and giggles softly.

"It's a pleasure meeting you again, Crown Lord Wolf Ryder," she elegantly greets and gives me a perfect business smile, now ignoring Lala completely. I may have some "resistance" to her eyes, but she can still give me shivers when she puts some effort into it, and it seems that Lala notices that my dick subtly deflates for a second.

"Hm…?" She hums in confusion with my cock buried deep down her throat.

"Likewise, Dame Vanea Anara," I respond in kind, then run my fingers through Lala's silky hair, and she continues sucking me off.

"Your growth is stunning, Lord Ryder. Everyone's wondering when the 'Rising Star' of Eastern Avgi is going to reach its zenith, but there's not that many who think you'll stop with 'Crown Lord.'"

"'Rising Star'…? Is that really what they're calling me?" I calmly question with a tinge of horror in my tone.

She smirks and touches her lower lip with her index finger in a seductive gesture. "It's telling that you're more worried about a nickname than my comment about your immeasurable potential."

I nonchalantly shrug. "Well, 'potential' concerns the future, so I'm more interested in the now."

She nods and lays both her hands over her lap, assuming a lady-like demeanor. "Of course, the entire empire and even outsiders are watching you. Two Blessings, an Intervention, a high-rank Lordship, and a royal legacy. Anyone hearing about you would certainly be envious or at least curious."

I grin cheekily and pet Lala a bit harder, making her purr again. "Make that three Blessings and two Interventions. They happened just this morning."

"I-…" Her mask of composure is instantly shattered as a blank look of surprise is stamped across her face. "AHAHAHAH…!" She suddenly bursts into a hearty laughter so loud that even Lala slows down out of worry.

I push the catgirl's head back down to make her deepthroat me, then I softly sigh in relief as I cum down her throat. Her waving brown tail stills for a second, but then it moves entrancingly again as she happily continues milking me like the good girl that she is.

It takes a few moments for Vanea to get herself back under control again, and Grosnok even offers her a napkin to dry the corners of her eyes to avoid ruining her makeup.

Vanea sighs joyfully and continues, "Ah~… Lord Ryder, have you ever heard the saying, 'the stars are the suns of other Realms'?"

I instantly frown in confusion as I point out, "Doesn't that go against our knowledge of the Star Burst event? We shouldn't be able to see the other Realms of our Cycle with the naked eye."

She pouts annoyedly. "You damn scholar… of course it isn't literal, that's why it's a popular saying, not a teaching from the Gods."

"Oh…" I awkwardly hum and smile apologetically.

"A-ny-wa~y…" She pompously continues, carefully enunciating each syllable. "Being favored so strongly by the Gods makes me wonder how close to them you'll eventually become."

It's one thing to joke about being a "God of Sex," but having someone like Vanea say that out loud makes me sweat cold.

"My priestess wife would strangle me if I started thinking like that, so I have no comment," I smoothly reply.

She rests her cheek on her hand and stares at me amusedly. "Not talking about it won't stop the rumors."

"I know, but at least it won't inflame them."

"Fair enough." She relents and looks down at Lala's cute sitting pose as she gobbles me up. "Is she good enough for your standards…?"

"Yes, she is." I caress Lala's ears with my spirit-touch, making her purr delightfully once again.

Vanea stares at her with a surprisingly gentle look as she confesses, "Sometimes I use a fake cock just because I find it incredibly erotic to have a woman suck me off, so count me jealous that you can actually enjoy getting sucked."

I'm stunned by this revelation for a few seconds, but then I immediately make a cock-shaped tentacle. "Perhaps you should learn [Soul Manipulation]. That'll give you the tools to truly fulfill those desires of yours."

Her smile slowly widens into a grin, and she starts chuckling sadistically. "You're a box of surprises, Lord Ryder. Perhaps we can negotiate for this skill…?"

I nod slowly and call upon Yunia. "Perhaps…"

Vanea straightens her posture again, and her expression becomes stoic, sending another chill through me. "Now that we're talking business, I need to say that there are two reasons for why I called for this meeting. The first is to give you the information we extracted from Darean about Dawn of Fire, and the second is to propose a business deal where I supply you with attuned gems from our recently opened mine in the Lapis Waterway."

The mention of Darean sours my mood, but only for a moment since Lala's skillful mouth makes it effortless for me to forget that Wicked man. "Ah, yes, we still have to 'deal' with Dawn of Fire, but enchanted gems…?" I curiously ask and tilt my head pompously.

Vanea smiles excitedly. "I heard that you now have a fleet of airships, and the Chimeras who can not only build them, but also refine the gems, as well."

"Yes, I do…" I proudly hum.

I cum two more times down Lala's throat, then she gets up and sits on my cock while we continue to negotiate. It actually helps me to remain calm, similar to the support that my wives can give me, though just purely physical instead.

Vanea gives a signal to Grosnok, who kneels and delicately sneaks his hand down through the opening of her dress at her navel, then I see his fingers moving in and out of her pussy.

"I'm glad that I've found someone who has similar sexual principles as I do," she softly hums as she orgasms from Grosnok's furry, clawed fingers.

I don't even know how to answer that, so I just smile back, and then I notice Grosnok licking his lips in hunger as he deeply breathes in the smell of Vanea's lewdness.

Is this some sort of contest to assert dominance? The first one to get embarrassed loses?

Well… it's a good thing that I've become such an unrepentant degenerate, then!

Yunia concentrates solely on helping me negotiate while Ciel and Gify work together to comfort my mind as I navigate this tense and stressful discussion with Vanea. The other wives also help a bit, but the three of them have everything under control, and I gradually become more comfortable talking to Vanea.

Though, I think Lala also deserves some recognition for helping me to relax.

Vanea tires out first and orders Grosnok to stop. Though he seems a bit dejected initially, he finds his own happiness in licking Vanea's sticky cream from his furry fingers.

Then Lala tires out and decides to give me a massage. Vanea feels a bit envious of me, so she orders Grosnok to massage her, too, and our stiff postures crumble under the strong hands of the two feline kin. It's a weird experience, but it does help Vanea and I act more friendly and casual with each other.

As the negotiations progress, Lala serves us not-earl-gray tea with not-lemon meringue cake, then a few hours pass, and the negotiations conclude successfully.

"It was a pleasure meeting with you, Lord Wolf," she says her goodbyes with a slow, suggestive tone.

I nod respectfully. "Likewise, Dame Vanea."

"Just call me Vanea in private," she kindly replies.

"Then call me Wolf."

"Until next time, Wolf," she whispers gently.

"Until then, Vanea," I respond in kind.

She giggles softly and leaves, then I ask the Lordsguard for a bit of privacy so that I can have a proper round with Lala.

Once the Companions are out of the room, Enomosa comes over to me and stoically asks, "Your Highness, are you an exhibitionist, by chance…?"

I feel so attacked by her question that I struggle to come up with an answer.

Intermission 28 – Vanea

Wolf has aged like a fine brandy. The young, skittish, and delicate boy has grown into a mature, confident, and gallant man. It's hard to believe that the rumors were true, that he had become such a heartthrob, but I was certain the very moment I saw him that he had a wild dragon within his heart, constantly wrestling for control as he salivated for females. But the human was definitely in full control, grinning as he rattled the chains before me.

Hngh… he makes me wet in ways that only Haaran or Dad can. I want him to beg and lick my feet for the privilege of fucking me, but it'll be hard to keep myself under control if we'll be meeting often in the future. I must not give myself to him for free when I could squeeze so much out of him.

I feel like he's the kind of man who would pay a fair price for Laina's first time. I'm not sure if he's willing to take more wives, but maybe she could become one of his concubines. My little sister does seem to have the aptitude to become a fine Lady, so it'll be up to her to see if she can latch onto his heart.

But something he said has stuck with me.

"We shouldn't be able to see the other Realms of our Cycle with the naked eye."

What a curious phrasing.