I miss my lap loli…

She's still sparring with Aoi down in the courtyard, and I merely watch them as I relax my mind with coffee and chocolate. Then I look forward and see Ciel approaching me, each step making her bountiful assets subtly jiggle.

Her smile parts her juicy lips alluringly, but then I read her intentions, and I have to stop myself from saying something that would ruin everything.

"What…?" she hums confusedly and stops.

"Nothing, come here," I immediately reply and extend my arms towards her.

The Latina angel chuckles softly as she coyly readjusts her silky black hair behind her ear, then approaches me and promptly sits on my lap.

"Hngh…hehe…" I grunt in effort, but then I mask it with a lecherous chuckle as I immediately pull down the straps of her flowery dress and let her mountains of love spill forth.

She's a divine woman with divine assets.

"Just that?" she repeats with an alluring tone.

"Divine face, divine voice, divine body, divine personality, divine everything," I heatedly reply, kissing her bare back after each pair of words.

Then I squeeze her and feel catharsis spread all throughout my body, except my Tool, which begs to plow this naughty angel.

"Ahn~…" she coos softly, her voice sounding like music to my ears.

If it were up to me, I'd have taken it out and already be halfway into pounding her towards heaven, but I let her take charge because I detect a messy ball of feelings at the back of her mind.

So simply I [Massage] her in silence, slowly working on increasing her desire while also lifting some of the weight on her shoulders, in both meanings of the phrase.

"The heretics scare me," she finally confesses one of the things that trouble her mind.

"A lot of things scare you," I wryly reply.

She pouts, but agrees, "True, but this is one that I haven't been able to get over."

"You will, with time," I kindly soothe her and give her back another kiss.

And she answers with a stunningly beautiful smile; it's pure, like her heart. But it only lasts a brief moment before her realist side comes back. "Except I haven't stopped fearing them ever since the attack on the Innocent Nymph."

That wound still hasn't healed for either of us, and the mention of the Nymph makes me gloomy, but I use her body to comfort myself, drawing a chuckle out of her.

"Do you want my tentacles to comfort you?" I offer back since her alluring body is helping me so much.

She closes her eyes as she savors my touch and softly replies, "No, I had enough yesterday, but thank you, my husband."

And that last word makes me beam with a smile.

"My wife," I whisper, grinning ear to ear.

And she mirrors my expression. "My husband."

"My wife," I repeat, and her hair starts to stand on end from excitement.

"My husband," she continues, and my thick tail stiffens from excitement.

"My wife."

"My-" -I pinch her- "ahn~…! Wolfy!" she complains with a pout.

"It's your fault; you overstimulated me," I cheekily whisper in her ear.

"Hmph…" she grunts, but she still relaxes her body against mine.

And so we fall silent again as her desire continues to build.

Her calm breathing becomes heavier, and I feel her warm up as it presses against me. We're both wearing very thin and delicate clothes, which allows us to easily feel each other through the fabric.

"It's just silly fears…" my lovely wife mumbles shyly.

"But it isn't the only thing bothering you," I give her a small push.

And her gentle face tenses up in frustration. "The Emperor's attitude regarding Reinhold is very… frustrating." Then she assumes a mocking, nasally tone, "'I dOn'T cArE tHaT a pOwErFuL GiFtEd iS a pOwEr-HuNgRy, RePuGnAnT, Oathbreaker. YoU HuRt ThE EmPiRe, sO I hUrT yOu.'"

I laugh at both my memeing genius and her mockery. It's uncharacteristic of her to try to make fun of someone, and she does it in such a silly way that it's endearing.

While I laugh, all she can do is remain awkwardly silent, but I quickly get it under control to not embarrass her further and soberly add, "And he went easy on me. He threatened to kill one of you."

She nods repeatedly, then groans in frustration, "It's just… UGH! I understand that he can't be idealistic like the temple, but Reinhold was an Oathbreaker!"

"I didn't kill him just because he was an Oathbreaker," I quietly admit. I killed him because I was desperate.

"But-…!" she begins but immediately stops herself, then grabs the arms of our chair and angrily grinds her hips.

"I guess it's complicated," I hum with a smirk and intensify my massage.

"It is…" she whispers with a frown but doesn't stop moving.

Suddenly, she pulls down the rest of her clothes, baring her whole body, so I immediately follow up.

Her desire makes her more talkative as she begins to spill her heart out, "I worshiped him. He's a direct descendant of the God of the Sun, so I worshiped him… but seeing him act like that really disappointed me. That behavior isn't in accordance with the teachings of the Gods."

"Hopefully, the temple will remind him, like Timas said," I try to appease her.

But she only increases the intensity of her grinding. "That's exactly the issue. 'Hopefully,' but I don't like to leave something this important to 'hope,' I want to make sure he understands."

"Oh~…? How bold of you."

And she smiles proudly, a rarity for her but no less beautiful than any other expression of hers. "I may be a worshiper of Love, but it was Sun who Blessed me. I have to make my patron God proud."

My sadist side gets stimulated by her words, so I huskily tease her, "So you can stand up to the Emperor of the Holy Avgi Empire, but you become soft like a slime and melt in my arms the moment my Weapon touches you."

"Doesn't need to be it… just your hands are enough," she bashfully admits and grins.

She's said just the right words, so I give her a taste of my spirit touch, making her shudder with delight, but I want more.

"I want to hear you say it," I whisper assertively.

"Please, Wolfy, do me," the corrupted angel promptly obeys, but I don't begin just yet, making her beg desperately for it, "Do me with your thick Club, my husband."

And the desire to plow this cow takes over me. So, we make a mess, but Alissa happily cleans it all up with her tongue when we're done.

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After having a Ravaging, we're raring for a bath, but this time, it feels a bit "off"…

"I shouldn't have let Klein go…" I whine dispiritedly.

"I think she'd complain if you had her stay," Alissa kindly points out.

But I just pout childishly. I want my monkey girl. I already miss dominating her and branding her with my draconic mark.

"More time for us…" Lina quietly remarks, and I feel a pang of guilt.

I didn't have my lap loli for this afternoon's meditation, so I pick her up and land on my lap. "We have to continue stretching your behind so that you can take all of me," I state matter-of-factly.

Her gloomy eyes open wide in fear and excitement. She likes the idea of it, but in practice, things are a bit more painful.

"It is a bit quieter without her," Edjo comments wistfully. I think my wereanimal girls all have a sort of camaraderie with each other.

"She is quite loud, yes," Hana jokes with a cheeky grin.

And the gray catgirl stiffens her jaw in annoyance at the shitty pun. "That's not what I meant, but yeah, I guess."

"What about the other Companions?" Khepri innocently asks. My pseudo-harem isn't here either this time.

"They have a duty to fulfill, so they can't be with us all the time," Alissa sagely answers.

"More for us, I guess," the sunny girl impishly remarks and turns her hungry eyes towards me.

"You barely last even half as long as the Lords do," Edjo points out.

Khepri simply shrugs as she wades through the steamy water and approaches us. "At least there's no queue before I can get some."

"You'll still have to wait because my little wife has priority this time," I apologetically reply and fondle Lina's little mounds.

The juicy girl stops in her tracks, then raises her eyebrows at the gloomy loli. "Okay. I actually want to see how this goes."

And Lina frowns at her, but my loli still gets up and spreads her small cheeks as she bends over at the edge of the bath.

The idea of spreading a tight woman as wide as possible simply sounds so sweet that the dragon wakes up, but I keep it on a tight leash to not hurt Lina… at least not too much.

For this evening, we just drink in the bedroom while chatting, with everyone spread around the room, though Lina is laying on her stomach as she basks in the anal afterglow while I give her aftercare. We have three Companions with us, so things get more lively, but we still miss Klein's and now even Lolo's presence.

"You know, that monkey is basically our commanding officer, so I feel a bit lost without her," Hukarere wistfully admits.

"You're the only one who has the audacity to call Dame Klein 'monkey,'" Aneta soberly replies.

But my white wolf just shrugs. "She calls me 'wolf' in private."

"What?" I hum reflexively.

"What?" she hums back.

"Sorry, I think I just misheard you," I apologize and allow her to continue.

"No need to apologize to this wolf, Your Highness," -and her wording makes me briefly confused again- "but anyway, Klein is a former adventurer, and you know she's uncomfortable with being called 'Dame.'"

"Still, you're the only one who does it. Maybe it's because you're favored by His Highness…?" Aneta suggests with a questioning look.

"That's…" she starts, but Hukarere can't find an excuse for her behavior, and her pointy white ears go flat in resignation. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I also call Kaatohe 'cat,' and I'm sure she'd claw someone's face off if anyone but me said it."

"Just the fact that Dame Klein can last longer in bed than any Companion should be enough to get her some respect," Romy wryly remarks.

"The other knights don't like her, though. They find her 'too crude,'" Aneta casually asserts.

I stop spreading scented oil into Lina's cheeks as anger momentarily takes hold of me. "Still? For Gods' sake. I want them to be receptive to her. She and her father won't just stop being knights after all this, even if they're bullied, so why are they so cold to her?"

"Elves," Roxanne hums with a shrug.

"Elves," Yunia agrees with a nod.

"Elves," Aneta embarrassedly accepts.

And Romy soberly shares, "I mean, the veteran officers still don't get along with the non-elves, though things have been slowly improving."

"If only all races could just get along," I grumble and lay down on the bed, my tail hanging limply off the edge.

Lina has recovered enough to quietly add, "Then the Age of Discord would never have happened, and it lasted about five thousand years."

"Screw me," I mumble in awe.

"Okay," Alissa and Roxanne immediately reply in unison, one with a foxy grin and the other with an intoxicating smirk, then they both promptly get ready for it.

"Do you ever get tired of it?" Laguly asks in disbelief with raised eyebrows.

"No," all the wives and I answer in unison.

Today is the 18th, Ros, day of Space. Day of organization and also of navigating mazes. Seriously, the dungeoneering guild recommends that people only delve into maze-like dungeons on this day because it's harder to get lost and also because random teleportation traps are less random.

My [Golemancy] increased by 1 (now 0+13); Alissa increased her [Illusion Magic] by 1 (now 22); Roxanne increased her [Space Magic] by 1 (now 17); Ciel increased her [Redirect Mana] by 1 (now 3); Lina increased her [Earth Magic] by 1 (now 12); and Yunia increased her [Spirit Magic] by 1 (now 1+27).

Another morning, another idyllic breakfast, another session of orb-boosted mana circulation training, and another filling lunch.

For this afternoon, we have a number of guests coming to our embassy: the representatives of the many mercenary companies that belong to the Thieves Guild. We've only invited the ones with a less bad reputation, and we'll be meeting with them one by one with a small break between each meeting so that they won't realize that we've called other companies too.

But the first representative already brings us a surprise.

"I must make it clear that Plifori doesn't perform thievery jobs on defense contract clients," Andrea stiffly states. The alluring Doberman weredog woman looks very flustered.

"Doesn't your company work for the Faiumi Merchant Alliance? Does Princess Sa'Haa approve of your 'side job' in the Thieves Guild?" Yunia questions stoically.

And Andrea answers in kind, "She approves, yes. She doesn't make use of us, but the other merchants do."

"Hm…" I hum thoughtfully.

Plifori was entrusted by Nour's parents with delivering an important message to us. Then we hired them to protect the embassy when we were expecting Katasko to send assassins to attack us, and they were very useful in ensuring that not a single assassin escaped.

"Do you want to talk business before or after we do it?" I casually ask. Then I pull out my Sword, and her eyes are immediately glued to the Lady-Killer Weapon.

"Definitely after. But you'll have to cast [Refresh] on me, or I won't be able to negotiate anything," she answers as she salivates, her black tail wagging like a thirsty puppy.

"Then strip," I order, and she unhesitatingly obeys.

After I plow her brains out and wait for her to recover, we negotiate a spying contract with them, and then I keep her around to plow her again later.

But we all pause what we're doing as Ciel has actually decided to meet with the Emperor on her own.

Intermission – Ciel

I open the doors to the Throne Room and see the Emperor standing at the center, his piercing gaze unwaveringly staring directly at me. His white robes may be simple, but coupled with the stillness of his posture, he feels so imposing, humbling, and endlessly tall that it's like I'm staring at the Throne of Ascension itself from the distance.

But I just put one foot before the other and repeat until I'm inside the room, then the doors close behind me on their own, and the enchantment makes them disappear. Now the illusion that covers the room makes it seem like we're both in the air, floating above Mac Gantus, but I'm a Wind mage, and the last thing I fear is heights, so I'm able to stare back at the Emperor without getting distracted by the view.

"Royal Crown Lord Ciel Ryder. What do you wish to speak with me about?" he commands, his words echoing in the empty room.

I almost immediately reply, compelled by the power in his voice, but I wait a short moment as I control myself before sternly answering, "Your handling of the situation with Reinhold goes against the teachings of the Gods."

"I'm the ruler of the, by far, largest and most powerful nation of the entire Realm. I can't afford to be the principled ruler that the temple wants me to be," he coldly answers.

But I face the unbreakable facade that he presents head-on because I believe in the supporting words everyone is giving me. "And it's this pragmatism that will bring ruin to the Empire."

"You must clarify yourself," he immediately orders, his piercing stare even more intense.

"You want to preserve the Empire so ardently that you'll lead us towards stagnation this way."

His gaze relents a little, but I feel a crack of frustration form in his composure. "What are you suggesting? Let the Empire fall?"

And it's that very same crack that I must bang on repeatedly to get it through his thick head that he's wrong. "The death of one Gifted won't make it fall, but if you have to let it fall to prevent stagnation, you should. 'Blemishes are a part of life,' Fertility said; 'never forget your purpose,' Piety said; 'no barrier is unbreakable,' Will said; 'try and fail instead of wallowing,' Love said; 'no growth without effort,' Growth said; 'no gain without loss,' War said; 'no law is absolute,' Law said; 'all good things must come to an end,' Festivity said; 'life isn't fair,' Luck said… must I go on?"

His stony expression trembles with increasing intensity with each word. To anger him is exactly what I want, for I know that he isn't being entirely rational. Something else is guiding his actions, and it's clouding his mind.

"I care not for what the Gods say. I only seek stability and safety for the Empire," he coldly answers, his anger settling down.

But I feel that there's something deeply wrong with that statement. Someone must remind him of his true purpose… and I sense that a finger is pointing at me.

My mouth moves on its own, almost as if it isn't fully controlled by my own mind, and I ask accusingly, "We are the children of Change, not Order. What are you so afraid of?"

He suddenly glares with the intensity of a hateful sun, but I feel no heat coming from him. "I'm afraid of YOU!" he thunders, and the Throne Room trembles with his anger, but I feel no fear from enraging him. "You, Champions of the Gods, bring trouble in your wake. You're the heralds of chaos, yet you bumble around like fools, colliding against the pillars of our Empire, weakening it just before we'll be attacked by both the Monster King and an unknown heretical organization. Why can't you see that you're going to kill us all?!"

This is it. Attachment. He's too attached to his rule, too fearful of losing even the smallest thing, so he commits a mistake that many rulers do, including Wolfy…

I turn my antagonism into gentle counseling as I remind him of the truth, "The Empire isn't irreplaceable. As long as humanoids live, we will rebuild. The God of Creation gave us a reason for existence, and the Empire will never supplant it."

But he again retreats behind an excuse. "You killed Reinhold because you feared for yourself. You're not in a position to give me this lesson."

I sigh and shake my head. "You're lying to yourself if you can't see the truth in my words."

"This conversation is over," he coldly replies, and I suddenly feel like I'm flying. Then I see the double doors close before me, and I find myself in the waiting room once again.

Intermission end.