Roxanne reaches the climax of her story, and the listeners lean forward as they stare intently at her, eager to hear the resolution of this tale.

Her face is serious, for the mood is heavy, but a subtle smug smile starts to creep onto her face as the sneaky switch begins, "The Wicked Lord decided to take his bride's virginity in front of the prisoners, just to humiliate the Hero. He kissed her deeply and ran his hand all over her body, exploring it all with delight, then he grinned at the Hero as he cried silently.

"Feeling that she was wet enough, he pushed her down on the bed of flowers, and she gave both the Lord and the Hero a sinister grin, but when the Lord forced open her legs to kiss her flower, she disabled the [Warp Space] enchantment, and the halfling girl was ejected out of her vagina with such a force that she didn't even need the knife, she just snapped the Lord's neck with her body and killed him instantly."

"What the fuck…?" A young elven noble blurts out.

The reactions around the table range wildly from horror to extreme amusement, and she gives them the widest shit-eating grin I've ever seen as they all seem to have fallen for her trap.

She started all serious and stern, baiting them into believing that this was a serious tale, only to give them a slap in the face with this absurd ending. Suits them right for acting so unnecessarily reverent of us. We aren't so stiff that we'd demand frigid respect, so her stunt should give them a better perspective on how to treat us.

"Surely, this tale's veracity isn't as impeccable as we've been led to believe?" A pompous young noblewoman stiffly inquires.

"I don't believe my wife said anything about this being a story based solely on real events," I cheekily reply.

She narrows her eyes and grumbles, "Well, not explicitly…"

Roxanne's grin remains plastered on her face as she explains, "Oh, I checked with my enchanter sister-wife. She's sure that it's possible to create an enchantment strong enough that a halfling could fit in a cup. Staying in there for so long, though, isn't as easy as we might believe it to be."

The women look horrified while the men giggle like high-schoolers.

"Imagine the smell…" A young, male Chimera mumbles, and the giggling gets louder.

"Oh, please, not another word!" An elven noblewoman exclaims. She seemed quite eager once the story took an NTR turn, but now, there's only horror on her face. I'd even guess that her distaste comes from being blue-balled rather than from disgust at the imagery.

An adult, Iguana-headed Chimera explains in a scholarly tone, "I assure you that it's not perfumed in there, not even if she were an elf," -he gives a stern side-glance to the elves at our table- "but after a few hours, your nose would get desensitized by the intense smell, so the most uncomfortable thing would be the heat and the… sliminess."

"How do you know such things…?" The pompous noblewoman questions as she frowns.

The Chimera takes a second to hide his contempt and stoically answers, "We didn't have conveniences such as [Heal] back in Whakamutu. Well, we did, but it wasn't such a potent spell as it is now, so we had to thoroughly study the body before we could even attempt to heal it."

"We still have to study it, we can just somewhat skirt around it with higher 'Piety,'" I retort.

"How do you 'study' a body?" A young, elven nobleman curiously asks.

"Well, it works best with the dead, so you can just open them up and…" Then he proceeds to describe it in detail, achieving the feat of making the table both disgusted and intrigued.

Roxanne has quite a lot of medical knowledge too, due to her experiments with poisons and antidotes, so she contributes to the conversation a lot more than I do.

But then the sun starts to set, so we invite these nobles and aristocrats to join us again in the evening for our banquet.

Roxanne and I walk back towards the castle with our arms linked and her humming one of the songs we danced to.

She suddenly stretches her back and moans softly. "Well, I think I danced a bit too hard, so I'll need Ciel to cast [Refresh] on me," she remarks and taps her thin thighs.

"Is the elemental-wife not enough?" I kindly ask.

She looks back at the light-Ciel holding her tail, then raises an eyebrow. "You started calling them 'elemental-wives,' but have you really done anything with them?"

"My question first," I flatly reply.

She smiles and nods. "Ah, she's helping a lot, but I'm feeling a bit tired all over, so I think I'll need Ciel's spell to deal with that."

I hum and add, "I'll also give you a massage in the bath."

"Hngh…!" She squeaks happily and kisses my right horn.

I smile warmly at her and answer her question, "Anyway, when I was stuck in the dungeon's labyrinth, the elementals actually initiated physical contact first, but I was so shriveled and worn down that I barely felt any comfort from it."

She tilts her head and frowns in confusion. "That's not easy to imagine."

I shrug. "I basically became half-insane."

"It suits you to lose 'Sanity' from a lack of sex," she remarks with a chuckle.

I pout at her, mildly offended. "It's more like the lack of you made me like that. You and the other wives."

"Awn…" She moans and smiles smugly as I've fallen into her trap. I should've probed her thoughts before I answered that so earnestly.

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Your ego is as big as a dragon's."

She chuckles again and gives my padded claws a squeeze. "Only because you offer compliments so freely. I'm as weak to an ego stroke as you are to a dick-sucking, so I just have to take any opportunity you give me."

I pout harder and mumble, "I think our priorities are inverted, in a way."

When we reach the castle grounds, we say our goodbyes to the Itos and give our thanks to them and our Lordsguard for escorting us today.

Since we're both a bit tired, we get the maids to massage us while we wait for bath time.

Hana joins us first, and she's a lot more tired and sweaty than we are, so she enjoys the maids the most.

"You two had a lot of fun… hngh… so I'm a bit jealous," she remarks with a moan.

"We can certainly have a date another day. I'll just need some time to rest, first," I assure her.

But she gives me a warm and slightly bitter smile. "If what that Nero said is true, then I don't think we'll get the time to rest or to have a date for a while."

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I hum and whimper sadly, "Hm… well, one day…"

Once the girls have arrived, we start the bath and wash each other. There's only the wives and Osaria this time, and the huge hall that we call a bath echoes with our laughter.

After all the teasing today, there's no way I'm not unleashing my hunger on Roxanne, so she's the first target of my lewd tentacles.

Her body is slender like Aoi's, lacking in both muscle and fat, but the few curves she does have are… sublime. As a prime specimen of the succubus race, there's nothing about her that can be related to "excess," her entire body was made precisely for one purpose, to be sexy, or more precisely, to be seductive.

I run my tongue along her chest, tasting her faintly salty, unblemished skin, then I kiss her while I wrap my soapy tentacles so delicately around her limbs that it almost feels like foreplay to her.

While I'd love to play with her modest breasts, she's teased me enough for today, so it makes sense to return it in kind. I release her and sit down on a stool, then I let Alissa wash me as I observe Roxanne slowly beginning to writhe on the floor from the touch of my obscene tentacles.

I have such a glorious boner that the girls are interested in just watching me play with Roxanne. Stern and stoic, casually making a woman slowly go mad with the need for cock; they love to see my confident side, and I definitely use [Bind] to its utmost to ensure that I fulfill their every desire.

But Roxanne never lets me just do as I please.

She grabs a soapy tentacle with her long fingers and squeezes it, but she uses too much force, so it slips out of her grasp, actually surprising me a bit with the sudden stimulation.

"Aren't thou cheeky," I loftily remark.

"'Thou'?" She blurts out confusedly in English. The system didn't translate that word.

I try to think about another word that could convey the feeling of "thou," but it seems that Andraste doesn't have anything in the way of "old speak," not even "antiquated words," just "polite," or "refined" speech.

Wait, does this mean that no language ever evolves since they're tied to the skills…?

"Wolfy~…" Roxanne moans seductively and pouts, making the dragon rattle its cage in anger at the human.

Scholarly pursuits can wait, for a woman is in need of dick.

Roxanne wants nothing more than to close her legs and lock my seed inside her, but I'm not done. I need to fill her up repeatedly, to grind my member against her folds even harder, to give her orgasm after orgasm, to make her scream my name.

For my hunger is endless.

I slowly brush Alissa's tail and sigh, savoring the tingling sensation it evokes in her, while human-Aoi waxes the mirror-like scales on my tail. The wax prevents them from fogging up or getting smudged with assorted bodily fluids, so it's essential for a prideful weredragon like me.

Once we're done, Alissa kisses my lips, and I kiss Aoi's, then she turns back into a dragon and kisses Lina before the little girl has even begun waxing her azure scales.

"Early payment," Aoi happily explains to the stunned sister-wife.

"Advance payment," Ciel corrects her.

Aoi nods. "Yes, advance. Words are hard," she jokes endearingly and gives us a toothy smile.

Hmm~… satisfaction…

Okay, maybe I shouldn't say that my hunger is endless, but it's definitely in an endless cycle of Ravaging, then resting, then Ravaging again.

The time for the banquet has come… and I'm still kind of tired.

"I'll take over," Alissa gently volunteers and holds one of my arms, so I give her a warm peck for being such a dedicated wife.

"I'll help," Ciel also volunteers and holds my other arm, also earning herself a peck for being so wonderful.

The angel glances at our mutual wife, but Lina is confident that she can handle another party, so we give her some encouragement and head down to meet with our guests.

The banquet will be held in one of the empty mansions in the outer ring because there are just too many guests to allow them free access to the inner gardens.

The flower gardens are illuminated by crystals hidden within the flower beds, creating a complex and colorful lighting style. There are no glowing plants here because the purple color they emit at night would clash with the rainbow theme of the rest of the garden.

We told Osaria to invite just about anyone who has any modicum of "power," so there are people with all sorts of backgrounds, though not those whose presence would clash against the nobles or priests in attendance.

What's most interesting is that almost all of the Heart Lords are present. The only one not in attendance is Amada Anquili, the old, grumpy widow.

Since they're our Subordinate Lords, they deserve to be greeted by us, so the two wives guide me towards them.

"Heart Lords, it pleases us to have you all here," Alissa speaks through me.

"It's an honor to be invited," Rador Iqueza politely replies with a respectful nod. The refined, stern elf then becomes a bit stiff as he adds, "We apologize for not appearing at the previous feast, but this one was too mysterious to miss for anything."

"We were tied up with chasing wild leads regarding bandits that have nestled in the riverlands," Atala Mendecassa explains. She and her sister are both wearing sexy and extremely revealing dousnadeias (for an elf), but her words kill any desire I had for them.

No, you weren't. Cereleia's Radar didn't mention anyone chasing the humanoids in the north.

"Call us if you locate their nest. We'll always be available to help defend our lands," Ciel kindly continues, not a hint of suspicion or disappointment in her tone.

"We will, Your Highnesses," Erpente Iqueza politely replies. She's stunningly beautiful, but she's said to be as sharp as her husband, so I don't let my cock distract me.

I sternly nod, and Ciel speaks through me, "Also, we'll task you with collecting reports about the status and development of the towns and villages of your territories. We wish to implement territory-wide policies that require precise information about any regions in need of aid."

"Oh…? What sort of policies?" Rador stoically inquires.

Now Ciel speaks with her own mouth as she smiles, "Development projects. We wish to redistribute some of our wealth around the territory through projects that will stimulate the development and growth of our towns."

"I didn't know that you… had a mind for progressivism," Iril Laribeiro remarks amusedly. The youthful silver elf is rather impudent, but never outright disrespectful.

"Or for lawmaking," Rador quietly adds.

"The benefit of having many exotic wives is that each brings a different skillset to our family," I proudly declare.

"So it seems," Atala whispers thoughtfully.

Then Yunia tunes in to the conversation and makes me ask them a few strategic questions about money and taxes that I just gloss over. She wants to show them that we haven't forgotten about them and that we still expect them to toe the line.

"But I believe it's now time to finally reveal the mystery," Alissa makes me bring the conversation to an end.

Their mildly reverent demeanor subtly shifts, and they show restrained interest, then the girls lead me to the raised dais.

Poosh rings a bell, and the maids who were spread out through the garden follow her, filling the air with the heavenly whispering of elven bells.

The crowd quiets down, and I calmly begin my speech, "Gentlemen and gentlewomen, I've invited you all here to present a new invention. Look up above you, at the stars, and stare in wonder at what the Ryder Royal Institute has created."

A new star lights up in the sky, drawing everyone's gazes, and they all gasp loudly when it begins to move.

The star zips about, dashing back and forth, then looping and spiraling wildly, and all the while, its glow increases in intensity.

But it takes a fairly long time before the first person realizes that it's not getting brighter, it's coming closer.

"What. Is. That?" Someone questions out loud.

Before anyone actually tries to answer them, the low humming of the Raki's frame vibrating at high frequency becomes noticeable to those with normal hearing, then the murmuring explodes as they try to guess what it is.

But I interrupt them and reveal the truth before their sense of wonder can fade, "That, esteemed guests, is an airplane. But not just any old Chimera airplane; it's a new generation of airplanes, the kind that will rival the airships of the Principality." -Now that surprises the crowd- "Feast your eyes on the fastest vehicle in the entire realm: the Raki!"

The airplane makes a low pass over the gardens, leaving behind a strong gust that rushes past the observers, and they exclaim in surprise. It passes by so fast that they even lose sight of it and need a few seconds to spot it again.

Once it begins to slow down for a u-turn, I continue my speech, "Speed is its strength. What need is there for defenses if nothing can catch up to it?!" Then I wait until the Raki makes another flyby before continuing, "Through knowledge, we shall break past the limits of magic, then we shall enchant what we've created to achieve new heights!"

The Raiki makes another u-turn, then slows down and lands in the middle of the garden, allowing everyone to gawk at it from up close.

The murmuring boils over into loud chatter, and the girls are swamped with questions from the excited crowd.

The banquet is a resounding success. The merchants almost beg for an estimate on production costs, especially since I've claimed to be in direct competition with the airships of the Principality, so they want to begin their calculations as soon as possible.

"What do you see the Raki being used for?" Rador questions me curiously.

"War, transport, and racing," I casually answer. Then I take a moment to gather my thoughts and explain further, "It'll cause a shift in imperial war doctrine due to its speed, which we still want to increase further, by the way; then we plan to use it as transport for commoners once we've driven down the costs of production; and it should also inspire a new thirst for speed and competition."

"Our Lord seems to be quite the visionary," Iril remarks with a faint smirk.

"We've been given the Lordship for a reason, and we'll do our very best to fulfill it," Ciel calmly declares.

The Heart Lords don't seem too happy with her words, but they still smile respectfully at her. They're afraid of change, of what we'll impose on them, so they act behind our backs to keep us from growing too bold, but their betrayals will eventually cost them their lives.

I zone out since most of the questions don't need me to answer them personally, and after a tiring night, we're finally allowed to sleep, but we're awoken before the sun comes up. Gnomeria is calling for help.