Urmeie and Sa'Haa have the highest number of knights, with about 150 each; second place is Decien Omari with 100; third is the Verners with 80; fourth is shared by Centum Apeiltik and Centum Mako with 50; then us with 26. There are also about 50 nobles that will tag along, each bringing their own handful of knights, but they're so low on the totem pole that they weren't even invited by Sa'Haa to this meeting. Every noble has a handful of High Court Mages they'll bring, but the royals have all bases covered on that front, so we aren't missing any of the system magic schools.

While the number of knights our family has may seem pitiful, each of them, even the Lordsguard and Officers, actually have a rather high average level. If we compare them by their levels, Urmeie's men are the strongest, then ours, then the Verners, then Sa'Haa's, then Mako's, then Omari's, then Apeiltik's, and lastly, the assorted nobles, though the nobles themselves are stronger than the average knight.

Also, we're Gifted, and we even have Brett, so, like Jacques said, we're the trump card.

But now that we're talking about tactics, we need to involve more people with experience in that area, and Sa'Haa and Vanea aren't experts, not to mention that it's a talk that would bore even the wives, so nearly everyone leaves to do their own thing.

Yunia and I stay, but we don't talk much since it's Sandoro who's responsible for the nitty-gritty of our tactics. Fox mommy and daddy are the ones with the most experience in fighting Lord-level foes, and bear mommy shows a surprising amount of tactical knowledge and reveals that she also has a high level in [Battlefield Perception], which requires a considerable level of either "Intelligence" or "Wisdom" to raise the skill so high. Allura also listens intently, absorbing as much valuable information and experience as she can because if she truly wants to "tame" the Colored Sands, she's going to need all the help she can get.

Magic becomes quite dangerous at the higher levels, so the proper counters and protections against it need to be properly distributed, or else the men will just be wiped out without a chance of even fighting back. [Blessing Magic] is especially important, and even if I used my Gift to level the skill to 100, it still wouldn't be enough as I severely lack the MPower required to use it effectively at a higher level.

We also have to call in the High Mages to record their levels and abilities, so the talking goes on at length. Then Ciel and Lina come to relieve us, and we return to our bedroom to de-stress.

"They're insufferable!" I exclaim as I flop face-down on the bed.

Alissa and Roxanne promptly approach to comfort me while Yunia goes to Hana's strong arms for a massage. My horns and thick tail are promptly caressed in an ambiguously spicy way, and the effect of that on my friend and tiredness is almost instantaneous.

Aoi and Gify play parkour tag on another side of the room with the help of the golems and their innumerable gadgets that they use as obstacles. I use the golems' eyes to observe their adorableness because anything cute has a healing effect on my soul.

"Are we like the Imperial Royals?" Roxanne asks out loud worriedly.

"Definitely not," Yunia confidently replies and whispers softly as Hana's hands massage her strong back. "Look at the Companions. Their affection is… unusual. Even our Lordsguard fights for us with much more enthusiasm than I expected. Our people worship us."

"Though Ciel says that isn't necessarily a good thing," Alissa wryly remarks as her hands gently work on my horns. I really feel like they were getting tense from stress, and my foxy wife is doing wonders on them.

"Well, what about the people who are closer to us in terms of rank? Like, other nobles?" Roxanne continues and kisses the tip of my tail in a very spicy way, sending a good deal of blood to my Tool.

"They mostly hate us or don't care about us," Yunia absentmindedly answers, too focused on Hana's hands that now gently squeeze her chest.

"Right…" Roxanne hums gloomily and hugs my thick, warm tail for comfort.

"We do have a good reputation with the Root Lords, right? And the nobles in Escanso are nice to us," Alissa gently retorts, then straddles my head for better leverage, and the soft fabric of her Snow Weave stockings caresses the sides of my head.

Yunia chuckles softly and smiles. "Yes, I wasn't fair. It's mostly our Subordinate Heart Lords that dislike us, and it's not because of our personalities. It's like I said to Sa'Haa: they hate us because of who we are, not because of how we act."

Though they mostly just hate anyone who's not Yunia since they're racist bastards.

"So… I guess we aren't as bad as the Imperial Royals?" Roxanne hesitantly asks again.

"Yes, we definitely aren't," the Queen declares amusedly.

And I feel the happiness of my succubus through the increase of enthusiasm in her caressing of my thick tail. "Great to hear."

But the most tense part of my body soon becomes my Sword, so I turn over to give them proper access to it. Alissa is straddling my head, so my eyes now have a perfect view of the area between her legs, and she's only wearing thin, semi-transparent, lacy red underwear under her provocative short, flowery, red not-kimono.

I raise my eyes until I meet with her almost orange jewels, and her gentle gaze becomes steamy in anticipation. Without saying another word, she scooches forward a little bit, then I reach with my tongue and touch her through the cloth.

The Dragon is suddenly freed from its cage, and Roxanne immediately starts a supremely gentle work, focusing on the sensation rather than sensuality since I can't see her right now.

"Ah~…!" Alissa lets out an adorable high-pitched sound and presses her thighs against the sides of my head. Her expression becomes even more delicious as she starts to lose herself to it, but then she starts to fight against it and states, "No, Wolfy… I… ahn~… I have to… give it to you… so y-you, ahn~… should be the one… to relax."

"You also have some stress to kill, so don't worry about it," I reply through [Bind].

"But you and Yunia are the ones who have the most stress," she insists, also using [Bind] because talking is currently a bit too hard for her.

"You can do me all day after I blow your mind," I retort and nibble.

"It'd be easier to do that if you didn't 'blow my mind,'" she wryly replies and smiles affably at me, but it's quickly replaced by an expression strained with bliss.

"Okay, I'll just give you a 'mind-numbing' one then"

The room goes silent as everyone has their moment of bliss, then we start breathing again, and we chuckle softly as we bask in the afterglow. Ciel quietly sighs and [Clean]s herself and our little wife, then they quickly rejoin the meeting before a maid can pass by and ask what's wrong.

Alissa collapses on the bed, and Roxanne crawls over to her so that they can share the bounty. The cheeky succubus locks her lips with the fox's, then sneaks her tongue in for some very dirty kissing, and the sight makes me excited again.

While I do enjoy watching them kiss, my mouth is feeling a bit lonely now. And they both immediately read my thoughts, so Roxanne breaks the kiss after a short moment, then they [Clean] their mouths and switch the focus of their caressing to me.

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"Now, are we allowed to care for you?" Alissa coyly asks, her tail freely wagging in anticipation.

"I'm all yours," I reply and rest my arms behind my head.

Roxanne has already given me something, so she uses her tongue to play with mine while Alissa has her turn.

Okay, refresher done, body relaxed, and dick and dragon beaten into submission, so it's time to return to training with the men. I spar lightly with them, and we practice some coordination drills with the newest additions to our little war band.

Urmeie joins us when she hears the sounds of battle, and Sa'Haa explicitly tells us that we aren't allowed to duel her. But it's not like anyone but Hana wants to, so, whatever…

Anyway, during battle, there's the need to establish reliable communication between the officers and the Lords for orders and reports, but since the nobles fight on the front lines, unlike Earthling commanders, shouting isn't enough, and it can be heard by the enemy while letters can be intercepted, so we need to set up safer communication methods.

We'll use encrypted letters, secret signs and shouts, and [Summon Small Bird]. There are also ways to communicate with [Weaverism], but it would be too much effort to set that up with the limited number of [Weaverism] mages we have, and that method is better for the sneakier and more dynamic battles in the High Forest while the Imperial standard fits better for the upcoming battle.

Only Sa'Haa and Urmeie know [Summon Small Bird], but it's already helpful enough to have a way for the strategists at the back to directly send messages to the nobles on the frontline. Strategists are men with a high [Battlefield Perception], which gives them an almost prophetic intuition, so their advice is incredibly valuable for any battle.

Urmeie then starts paying a suspiciously high amount of attention to me, and it makes me worried that she wants something, but she doesn't show or do anything that could clue us in on what she's thinking. She just stares while occasionally looking away to talk to her men.

When I go back to the seats to rest, Vanea approaches me, and I notice that her presence makes our men nervous. But this is a bit unfair to her, isn't it? She must have very few actual friends due to how unpleasant her gaze is to the average person. It feels weird to pity her, but Alissa doesn't want me to grow callous, so I don't try to smother this feeling.

"I still find it hard to believe how much you've grown since Rabanara," Vanea remarks casually and sits beside me.

"In all matters except height," I jokingly reply.

And she raises her eyebrows amusedly. "All matters?"

"Think what you want," I reply with a grin.

She giggles girlishly, but then she notices my unbelievably large bulge and raises her eyebrows again, now in surprise. "You're full of surprises, King Ryder."

"Well, you are the one who came with a secret Imperial Royal in tow," I casually remark.

And she gives me a wry glance. "Oh, it's a competition? Let's see… tentacles, really? How did you even come up with that?!"

"Well, it's a long story…" I embarrassedly reply as I scratch my right cheek with a padded claw.

But she won't give up. "Then shorten it."

Alissa suddenly appears behind us with a foxy smile, and she promptly complies, "It was something he learned to do with his Gift that he then used in the bed, but, sometime later, he realized that it could also be used for battle."

"Knowing his famous 'appetite,' that sounds very plausible," Vanea agrees matter-of-factly.

I give Alissa a look of disbelief as she begins to engage in pimping me to Vanea, but she's still basking in the afterglow and simply hugs me from behind, then sniffs the faint smell of my sweat.

Vanea's expression seems to soften for a brief moment as she glances at us, but she keeps her face turned away, so I don't see much of it before she's back to her usual Disney princess self.

The pitying feelings return, but before I can say anything, Vanea soberly remarks, "You'd better not spend too much time resting, or Urmeie will get angry. It's no coincidence that her men are the most well-trained out of everyone's." Then she stands up and leaves.

I wanted to ask her how she met Prince Tommen, but in hindsight, it might be an insensitive question. Sa'Haa implied that the Prince took pity on Vanea, and I find it hard to believe that she'd feel proud of such a story, so I don't think she'd enjoy retelling it.

But I still need to talk to her about Apeiltik before I let my emotions cloud my judgment of her. And that'll have to wait until later because I can sense Urmeie's stare becoming mildly frustrated.

Once bath time comes, we finally reunite with our adventurer guests. I'm starting to grow fond of Lolo, of her thighs, and the feeling of doing her, so I give her some very passionate love this time.

Klein is hitting it off with the Raffeslia girls, so I let her be taken by the lesbo trio and focus on my wives. Alissa is already satisfied, so she gets a gentle and quick one; Yunia needs a good one to relax, so I tie her up and bend her in half as I bury it so deep that it hits her inner button; Ciel and Lina need to be rewarded, so Ciel gets tentacle r-pe while Lina gets dragon r-pe, and it's all roleplaying, of course; Hana is allowed to use me and crush my hips while I apply shocking bit clamps; and, lastly, I make warm love to both Aoi and Roxanne at the same time since they aren't in the mood for anything extreme.

Unfortunately, we don't invite the adventurers for dinner since Sa'Haa is too much of a female dog, but I think things might be calm enough tomorrow that we could "snub" the Princess by having a private meal/orgy with the Companions and the adventurers.

After dessert, our imperial guests quickly retire to their own quarters, and I finally get the opportunity to talk to Vanea. I don't want to, but everyone agrees that we have to, so I'll do it.

"It might be a more impactful talk if you go alone," Yunia states, trying very hard to hide her hesitancy and guilt.

"She does seem to have a crush on you," Hana wryly adds.

I give Yunia an amused look. She really doesn't like talking to Vanea, but her argument is also very convincing.

Alissa sighs and gives my shoulder a reassuring squeeze as she affirms, "She'll 'compensate' you."

"Why me?" Yunia immediately questions.

And my foxy sl-t takes a second to come up with a reply, "We already 'compensate' him daily."

"So do I!" The elf exclaims.

"Then compensate harder!" Roxanne cheerfully chimes in.

The girls banter for a little bit to make me more comfortable, and once my heart is ready, I leave for Vanea's room. Whereas the Imperial Royals each get a tree of their own, the not-princess' room is merely a few floors below ours, so the walk is short.

As I walk down the corridor, I notice that her room is guarded by a dwarven slave boy that stands in front of the door, and I immediately feel that there's something odd about him. First, he's awfully similar to me, with black hair, a cute and youthful face, and a couple of freckles. Second, the composed way that he looks at me as I approach creeps me out for some reason. Third, he has a clearly visible bulge in his black velvet pants.

Wait… is he fucking gay?

After becoming a weredragon, I've grown more perceptive of odd male stares, and the three more common types seem to be dislike, jealousy, or "attraction." But this boy's stare seems like a mix of the latter two.

"Your Highness, do you wish to speak with Dame Vanea? I'll inform her of your arrival so that she can prepare," he politely greets with a bow.

"Please do," I reply impassively.

"One moment."

He quickly enters the room, but not even ten seconds pass before he comes back out and holds the door open for me.

"She's ready for you," he announces suggestively, which makes me a bit uncomfortable.

I hold back a frown and step in, and I immediately notice that Vanea is sitting on the grass sofa, in only her underwear, with her legs spread open alluringly.

This insane woman is also insanely attractive. Lustrous black hair tied in a long side braid, a thin and feminine body, deliciously perky pair hidden in a lacy, white bra, long-sleeved gloves that adorn her delicate hands, an alluring garter belt to accompany her criminally small bottom clothes, and long white stockings that end in beautiful high heels that make her toes simply beg to be kissed.

Then the door is closed behind me, and we're left alone in the room.

"Have you come here to take my body earlier than promised?" she sultrily asks, her piercing eyes staring intensely at mine.

"Take? I thought you'd 'give' it to me," I promptly reply, instantly getting into a steamy mood.

"Isn't 'taking' what dragons do?"

I gently nod, though I feel mildly offended. "Yes, that's what dragons do, but I'm a weredragon, not a monster."

She narrows her eyes and smirks, enhancing the sexiness of her expression. "And what would happen if you let the dragon inside you loose?"

But that makes me pause as the dragon wakes up. "You sound like you'd enjoy being taken," I sternly reply as I get into it.

She raises her thin eyebrows repeatedly in a suggestive fashion as she sensuously states, "You won't know until you try."

My Dragon wakes up and strains against my tight elven pants, creating a bulge that she immediately notices, then she smiles seductively while staring at its glorious form.

I advance towards her, and I see her back straighten as she feels a chill run along her spine from the intensity of my stare while her own piercing eyes feel like nothing more than just childish pokes at my unbreakable draconic will.

This wh-re needs to learn not to tease dragons, so I straddle her, wrap my left hand around her neck, then squeeze it lightly, just enough to make it uncomfortable for her to breathe, but not so hard that she can't talk.

"If you want to be r-ped, then just say so, but if you keep being ambiguous, then I'll do something to you that you might not enjoy," I growl angrily, the pity I felt for her earlier today nowhere to be seen anymore.

She doesn't immediately reply, and her pupils slowly dilate as her breathing becomes heavier, signs of either desire or fear.

But when it looks like she's building up the confidence to speak, I release her throat and step back. Then I sit down on another sofa and state, "I'm not here to do you or play games, Vanea. We have to talk about Apeiltik."

She crosses her arms, bunching up her nice little pair, but she keeps her legs open, so I'll watch her bottoms for signs of wetness. "What do you wish to talk about, Wolf?" she softly replies, and it kind of annoys me that she doesn't clarify whether she wants to be r-ped or not.

"Did you use him to push Katasko to fight against us?" I sternly ask.

"Yes," she answers unhesitatingly.

Fucking hell…

And it takes quite the effort to keep my Dragon from instantly going limp.