I don't want to part with Alissa's Blessing, so I shift into my dragon form and let her mount me.

"This feels odd," she wryly remarks.

I turn my head around and stare at her. "You rode my sword quite a few times already," I casually point out.

"But you always faced me when I did," -her eyes narrow, and a seductive smirk takes a hold of her lips- "like how you're doing right now…"

She starts moving her hips back and forth, rubbing it against my scales with only two thin pieces of cloth between us, then I notice a quickly rising heat emanating from between her legs.

"Not now…" Yunia pleads dryly.

"Jealous?" Alissa cheekily shoots back.

Yunia clenches her teeth and hesitates for a second before grumbling, "I won't answer that question…"

She'd love to ride this majestic form of mine, shining in the sun while my huge sword is on displ-…

"Just go!" She hurries us annoyedly and slaps my huge ass. I barely feel a thing, but it's still surprising.

"Alright, alright," I appease her, then I spread my wings and launch out of the cabin.

Feeling the air on my body is refreshing, but I really need to learn how to fly properly because using [Telekinesis] just feels awkward.

I can use my "Willpower" to control the wind through my wings, forcing it to either hit them to produce lift or avoid my body entirely to reduce drag. Flying means alternating between these two effects constantly while controlling the wings for maximum efficiency, so it takes quite a lot of mental effort to do it manually.

I'm still far from creating a sub-process in my mind that automatically takes care of flying for me, but I feel like my control over wind is slowly improving. Flapping my wings while pushing air against them to give myself a bit of lift is easy, though it isn't strong enough to achieve liftoff without help from [Telekinesis].

In flight, it's simple to switch between manually reducing my drag and using [Telekinesis] to give myself a boost in speed, though an experienced dragon would likely notice that my flying is sloppy.

Alissa keeps her body straight, taking in the wind right on her face. She feels a sense of freedom not easily felt anywhere else, causing an innocent smile to spread on her face.

Being the mount feels odd. I really like being the dominant one, and having Alissa on top feels kind of "wrong." I guess this means I'm a permanent dom, though occasionally being a bit of a sub wouldn't hurt.

Unfortunately, our little flight comes to an end rather quickly, and I purposely land heavily on the deck of the imperial ship, then Alissa dismounts, and I immediately shift back to my humanoid form.

A group of mages, a few tin soldiers, and an obvious officer with a yellow cloak stand before us, their bodies quickly tensing up as they seem to realize that we're actual nobles due to our flashy entrance. We're also wearing lavish clothes, so even if they mistook my transformation or my glorious draconic features for just a mere dragonkin, they couldn't ignore that at least I'm wealthy.

I interlace my fingers with Alissa's, and we wait just a brief moment, then I shout indignantly, "Well…? What did you stop us for?!"

The men don't even twitch, completely frozen, while the officer takes a step forward and nervously replies, "We don't recognize your airship, Grand Sir, and we're under orders to stop and inspect all unknown ships in search of Chimera air pirates."

Air pirates…? The nerd in me squeals in excitement… but then I realize that they're potentially Wicked and also rapists, and the nerd grumbles in disappointment.

Alissa pokes my soul, and I immediately assume a lofty tone as I announce, "I'm Crown Lord Wolf Ryder, and this is my wife, Crown Lord Alissa Ryder. We're rulers of the Western High Forest and inheritors of the elven Royal Lineage. This is our airship, which we recovered from the dungeon that gave us the Title of True Noble."

The soldiers cry internally, and the officer sweats cold, my level and draconic blood doing wonders to intimidate them. Though they have enough composure to keep themselves steady on their feet, the officer turns his brain off and becomes a drone due to fear.

He blinks, then dully replies, robotically, "Unfortunately, we don't have your airship in our records, so our orders are to inspect it so that we may write a report." His brain doesn't even process the impertinence of his insistence.

Yunia can't hold back a derisive laugh at the airhead's demeanor, then she quickly tells me the plan through [Bind]. Denying him access to inspect the airship from the inside will ensure that the person who reads his report doesn't forget it, and it'll call the imperial army's attention to how outclassed the speed of their airships are when compared to ours.

I glare and take a menacing step forward as I growl, "Are you daft? You will not waste our time inspecting our ship, but you may observe it from the outside as much as you want. Now, get your Inspection Crystal to verify my identity, then begone!"

The soldiers look at each other worriedly, expecting further trouble, but the officer is jostled out of his trance, and he immediately realizes that he's fucking it up. The army and the nobles try very hard to avoid getting in each other's way because things have a tendency to quickly devolve into an awful mess for everyone involved if they don't.

He lowers his head in a show of obedience and takes a step back, then he turns to the shortest mage and barks, "Fabian! Go get the Crystal!"

The small man salutes, then hurries towards the wide entrance to the metal dome, seemingly glad that he gets to leave the deck.

I fake a sigh and shake my head, then I turn around and look around at the ship. I want to inspect the dome because I saw what seemed to be small windows for the soldiers to shoot out from, but I can't come off like a starry-eyed tourist right now.

Things become slightly awkward as Alissa and I just ignore them. It's quite funny to see (through the other girls' eyes) the soldiers awkwardly shuffling away while their postures relax.

I stare down at Mistcross, but from this height, only Alissa can see anything significant, and the most she sees are little blurred dots that seem to be caravans making their way south towards the Misty Forest.

All I see is a mass of yellow and orange from the bricks and clay roof tiles. It's an imperial town, alright, but we're lucky that we can see anything at all since the name quite obviously implies a certain type of weather is fairly common.

We're not left waiting for long, and after just a couple of minutes, the short mage comes running back while carrying an ornate box, but he also brought company with him. A weredog woman wearing a yellow velvet uniform and two more tin cans follow after him.

"Stay aloof," Yunia suggests, and I begrudgingly agree. I'd love to flirt with (seemingly) the Captain of this ship, but the plan comes first.

The gray, mature weredog woman is fairly attractive, but her hair is hidden by her cap, her face is as stiff as stone, and she doesn't have the elven grace and majesty to look like anything but a grizzled veteran. Her dog ears aren't hidden by the cap, and since her hair is pulled back, the lack of normal human ears becomes gratingly apparent.

She stops before me and bows. "Your Highnesses, I'm Captain Tricia," she stiffly greets, and all of the soldiers follow her lead a second later.

I like it that they're being submissive. She must've realized that their ship is too small and their levels are too low to pose a threat to us, even with [Ritualism] to boost their firepower, so she just wants to appease us before we start making unreasonable demands.

"Rise," I dryly order. "We're on our way to the capital to meet with the Emperor, so let's hasten things."

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She hums back and takes both the Crystal and the tablet from the ornate box, then she offers them to me. The Crystal can reveal anyone's "Stats" in full, so it's considered quite an offense to make a noble use one without giving them the option to hide their private information first.

When I touch the Crystal, the tablet becomes black, and my name and Titles appear on it. Hiding entries on the tablet is as simple as touching them once, and we're grateful that they preemptively hid all irrelevant entries for us.

I hand the tablet back to her, then she spends a few long seconds reading all of my Titles, and I notice her eyebrows subtly rise up.

She finally puts the tablet back in the box, so I follow by putting the Crystal in with it, then she swallows heavily and stares as she tactfully tries to appease us, "We apologize for the inconvenience, Your Highnesses. Many merchants try to claim ties with nobility to escape inspection, and we also have a growing problem of Chimera air pirates hounding our skies, so we've become rather overzealous."

"Chimera pirates…?" I mumble, trying to sound mildly curious.

She nods, suddenly a bit less tense since the topic has now changed to something more palatable. "There seems to be trouble brewing in the Sky Lands, so more unfortunate souls have taken to piracy to survive lately."

I raise an eyebrow. We could do a repeat of Gnomeria and offer our help, but we need to know more, first. "Hm… interesting, but I don't wish to chat right now. Is that all?"

She nods again. "It is. Once again, we apologize for the inconvenience."

Time to look magnanimous.

I wave my claws dismissively as I bring about the end of these theatrics, "It's fine, as long as you remember to warn the other patrols about us." -She nods obediently- "I'll be taking my leave now. Until another time, Captain Tricia." Then I flash her a seductive smile.

She blinks twice before she finally replies, "Have a safe journey."

"Thank you," I coo back.

I shift into a dragon, and Alissa mounts me again, then we finally leave.

We return to our Suite, then we continue our circulation training while we watch the imperial airship as it's quickly left behind.

Mistcross slowly disappears from our sight, and we pass over the edge of Specula Lake, a massive body of darkish blue-green water. Not particularly pretty, but Specula Town has been built right at the center of the lake, and it's known to be quite an interesting sight. It's also the birthplace of telescopes, which were used to watch for the movement of enemy troops trying to get onto the Mainland before the empire conquered the nations around the lake.

Lina doesn't say it, but the book she has read about it kind of implies that voyeurism is a big thing over there.

Anyway, we see a few little fishing boats scattered about the lake, and some seem to sink or surface at will, so they're most likely merfolk fishers. We fly so close to the shore that Alissa even spots one of the fishers pointing and waving at us.

Time to toot toot.

I go to the bridge and ask for a playful blow of the horn, and Nohopu seems quite happy to oblige. I borrow a telescope and watch as the fishers tumble in their boats in surprise, then they laugh and wave at us.

Lunchtime comes soon after that, and we invite a few knights to eat with us. Hana, Ciel, and Yunia are the best at getting other people to talk, so the rest of the girls and I let them do their thing.

Hana's flirting with Caterina is becoming more blatant, though, and I feel like they go pretty well together. The mature elf's natural mean stare fits perfectly with Hana's fearsome glare, so they'd make quite an intense duo.

Roxanne feels just a bit left out, but whether it's from envy or jealousy of Hana, she can't decide.

Caterina smirks as she reaches the climax of her story. "Then I whispered in his ear, 'do you also want me to [Clean] your ass for you?' And I swear that he actually considered it for a second, but then he fell on his knees and begged for forgiveness."

Hana takes a sip of her watered-down alcohol and remarks, "If you had asked if he wanted you to hold his sword while he pissed, he might've answered yes before his brain could catch up with his mouth."

Caterina makes a concerned face and shakes her head in disappointment. "I know! It's unbelievable how far humans will go to get an elf to pay attention to them."

Hana chuckles softly as she looks up and down the Punisher's sculpted body, which is quite noticeable through her simple shirt and pants. "I don't really fault them," she mumbles and takes another sip.

Caterina chuckles once and slowly sips her tea. She seems to be a teetotaler.

Hana's gaze becomes gentle, and her emerald cheek scales subtly wave from a sudden warmth that courses through her body. "I didn't expect that a Punisher would be so friendly; your Order's reputation gave me different expectations," she softly remarks.

The life in Caterina's blue eyes becomes a bit duller as she reminisces. "Being cordial makes things easier for us. More heretics have confessed to their evils after befriending me than through threats or torture."

That takes Hana by surprise, and she blurts out, "So, it's all just a tactic to make us drop our guard?"

Caterina smiles bitterly and stares at her cup as she responds, "Believe what you want. It changes nothing."

Hana frowns and stares intensely at her chiseled face. "I honestly don't believe that your friendliness is fake."

Her bitterness fades away, and she gives Hana a glance that makes the fierce dragonkin's heart skip a beat. "My mother and I will be thankful if you truly believe that, but know that our faith and duty stand above everything else."

Hana grunts and nods. "We understand."

After lunch, we return to our Suite, but there isn't much to do, so I just cuddle with the girls while lazily training my human transformation with [Mana Body].

Then the air quickly becomes quite humid and the temperature drops a few degrees, which tells us that we're entering the Thunderplains.

The Edolie, the werecat, and Melanie, the imperial shortstack, are now off-duty, so we invite them to our room, and the spicy fun begins.

I make Alissa make out with Edolie because two animal girls are just better than one. Melanie is shared between all the other girls, and even Lina joins in because she loves those chocolate milkers.

Things aren't explicitly spicy, but it's just a matter of time as the girls intensify how they toy with the Companions, so I put my tentacles on the minimum spicysetting, then I let them loose while I do my own thing.

The sound of girls fooling around is the best background music for anything, really, but once things start to become too lively, the girls decide to pull back a bit to prevent the playing from devolving into a group party while also ensuring that it lasts longer. There are simply too many wives and too few toys, so they decide to cycle who does the toying while the rest do whatever.

We all have skills and magic to train, but nobody has any motivation to really work that hard right now, and so, we have a lazy afternoon where we don't do anything particularly significant.

I can already transform my claws into misshapen, oversized fingers, so I focus on reducing their size. It seems that making a big sword is actually easier than making a small one.

I test the feel of my new fingers by using [Massage] on the girls, and I ask the golems to help in case the test subject isn't enjoying the massage like I want them to.

Lina is the first. Her cute and innocent body is always a joy to defile. Every last inch of her has at one point been covered with my mark or felt the spicy touch of my tentacles, and yet, she still retains an aura that doesn't betray any hint of that.

Alissa comes second. I'll never not find her fluffy ears and tail cute, but there's something in me (most likely the dragon) that makes me want to plow anything that's even remotely cute and feminine, so even if she doesn't act particularly sensual, I just want to plow her regardless.

Klein senses what's going on, and since she's still sore, she asks to be third before things get worse. Her body is quite nice since it's very similar to Alissa's, but I think I enjoy the monkey girl more in three-parties. Because my passion for her isn't as great as it once was, I prefer to use her to indulge in my girl-love fetish, and she pairs perfectly with Alissa and also quite well with either Hana or Osaria.

Then Roxanne comes next, her cheeky smirk telling me that she's going to try to make me as excited as she can. Her body has a mix of a cup of frailness, a few pinches of cheekiness, a main course of sensuality, and add cuteness to garnish, all gently baked in a pale, slender package.

I think about forcing my sword to go limp just to spite her, but it feels "wrong" and a bit humiliating to ever be limp in front of such a beauty, so I just hold the chains tight and apply my soul touch on her as revenge.

Ciel comes next, and I feel like hard mode just activated. Her body is so juicy and delicious that my sword begs to be buried in her chocolate softness. She isn't even trying to look spicy, which kind of annoys Roxanne, but I'm a complete gentleman. Unless Ciel gives me a clear hint that she wants the big, spiky D, I'll keep it in my pants.

Hana's body is simply glorious, so even though her balloon pair are arousing, I feel more in awe of her abs and muscles than excited. Then I get a bit too enthralled in making her mane-like red hair shine with elven products, giving time for the dragon to settle down to rest again.

Yunia comes next, and she has a subtle, but intense sensuality to her that makes me hard once more. She has to use her famous elven glare on me to keep me from pouncing on her, though I kind of do enjoy being stared at like this, but when I get to her drills, the dragon goes to sleep again, just like with Hana.

Aoi is so feminine that she makes me throb, but she doesn't have the same bewitching aura as Roxanne, so it's easier to stay at an excited but stable level of arousal. She has a similar innocence to Lina's, but Aoi's submissiveness makes me want to br--d her instead of defiling her. She actually calms down my heart in the end, bringing me to the perfect mood for what comes next.

I've gone through so many ups and downs in my levels of desire that my pants have become wet, and it's exactly this drenched, hot, throbbing meat club that the Companions crave so much.

I line up Melanie's and Edolie's moist pussies, then I grow another Weapon. It's time to Ravage them.

Dark clouds appear in the sky ahead of us, and we cross through patches of intermittent light rain coupled with weak lightning strikes. Anything and anyone that crosses the Thunderplains needs to have either [Electric Resistance] or a lightning rod, and our ship obviously uses the latter.

We begin to leave Specula Lake behind, but then night falls, and we stop for the night.

Hana and I carry the two exhausted Companions to the bath because they're too exhausted to walk on their own. The silly smiles on their faces are proof of a job well done.

Hukarere and Romy join us again, and Yunia gets her revenge on the Asian soldier.

The Companions were just snacks for me, so today, I have a main course of succubus with a side of loli. The two not-sisters make for a powerful combo with the sensuality and hidden sweetness of the former, and the innocence and cute slyness of the latter.

Older sister and little sister work together to make big bro go mad with desire, and since they can read my every thought, it's not that hard to make me throb.

Teasing the dragon has only one outcome, and so, they receive their well-deserved punishment for getting me to unleash the beast.