Due to her size, Urmeie's washing takes the longest, and Roxanne actually does it at a slower pace, too, so that we can all savor every centimetri of the bear woman's curvy body.

Furry pair of top and bottoms, yes, but I think they'd still be fine to hotdog. So juicy you can sink your hands into them, and they simply provoke a primal need to do them within me. Then Roxanne washes the flower, almost making me go insane.

"Godsdamn, woman. Are you really washing me or just preparing me?" Urmeie growls impatiently.

"I'm a succubus. This is simply how I wash others," Roxanne replies and smirks.

"Damn-…" Then Urmeie notices how we're just staring intensely at her flower. "You're just messing with me, huh?" she growls annoyedly, simply accepting that she fell into our trap.

I just smile back and use Ciel and human-Aoi to show her what it actually means to be dominated by a dragon.

"Holy shit," Urmeie whispers, her legs spread as wide as possible, begging for it, but all she gets is herself.

"Looks like she likes it rough, so make her envious, Wolfy," Hana whispers in my mind.

I destroy Aoi with all the tools I have at my disposal, and Urmeie slows down in disbelief of what I can do. But then she starts to imagine what it would feel like to have it done to her speeds up again as her body begins to twitch uncontrollably.

But while this looks like it's the end of the bear's fun, I still haven't done Aoi's thin and frail body (in appearance only) enough. Her supermodel femininity and height just triggers my desire to break her in half, and the fact that I actually can't because her bones are hardened by magic only fuels my draconic rage further.

For as much as Aoi wants to "let loose," her proper place is with her face down and hips up as I slam into her again and again. She's my loyal dragon through and through, so it's good to reinforce that every once in a while, just like how I reinforce Klein's obedience by dominating.

With my job done, I sink into the warm water right next to my newest sword-hole.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't spend the afternoon with you," I apologize to Andrea and pull her waist closer with my thick tail.

She squeaks in surprise, then giggles softly at my domineering behavior and calmly replies, "I understand you're a busy person, Lord Wolf. I was happy with just being able to enjoy another day of elven hospitality."

"Aren't you from Plifori?" Urmeie asks as she joins us in the bath.

"Yes, I am," Andrea answers politely and dares to rest her body against my chest.

And mommy bear stares at her with thinly-veiled envy. "New woman?"

"New hole. I did her senseless repeatedly yesterday," I immediately reply, and Andrea looks down in embarrassment, but her thick tail makes waves with how fast it wags.

"'Senseless'?" Urmeie repeats skeptically.

I nod. "Yep."

But she still looks completely unconvinced.

Yunia feels like my honor is being threatened by the Princess' skepticism, so she comes to my defense, "You haven't seen anything yet. Only we, his wives, can last long enough. Anyone not used to him actually passes out from bliss before fully satisfying his hunger."

"Want me to show you an example?" I question with a challenging grin.

But Urmeie doesn't miss this chance to tempt me, "Give me one, yes."

"That isn't possible," I smoothly reply.

And she returns a frustrated look. "Keep it in its sheath, then. I got teased enough already by that demon."

So I decide it's time to mess with her a bit further. "Too bad. Now I'm in the mood."

And I use Andrea to show what I can do to the average woman.

"Is she alive…?" Urmeie asks with legitimate concern.

"Yeah, just passed out," I reassure her.

The bear pokes the abused female dog with a pointy claw, who doesn't respond no matter how hard she presses, and realization slowly appears on her face. "What the hell did you do? She's seriously passed out!" Urmeie exclaims perplexedly.

I sit on the edge of the warm pool, then wave my Tool at her as I cycle through my "textures" and explain, "I used my special, bliss-inducing spirit-touch combined with vibrations, special spot rubbing, an extremely textured Tool, and constant pointy bit stimulation to give her the best apex one could ever have."

Then I create suckers on the palms of my hands and have them twitch in a very spicy way, which makes Urmeie anxiously run her paws through her dark hair as wild fantasies run through her mind.

"Nobody will know that you did me, and even Sa'Haa doesn't care about what we do in private," she tries to bargain.

"Well, I will know, so no, no plowing for you, for now," I calmly decline.

"For now," she repeats, both frustrated and amused, and I grin back at her.

Okay, it's actually fun to mess with her like this.

For dinner, we have the Verners, Kyora's harem, Vanea, Kyros, Thelma, the adventurers, the Companions, the Princesses, Mako, and Omari as guests. A veritable party.

Sa'Haa, the female dog, gives the adventurers and the Companions the stink-eye when they become noisy from inebriation, but then she becomes interested in Kyros after she learns that he's a runaway noble.

Even though the bitch is annoying, there's no hostility between anyone here, even between the female dog and Vanea. It actually makes me wistful, seeing all of our allies getting along for once, so I sit back and watch them interact.

Intermission – Thelma

Grandpa never lets me near knives, but this time I got a fork, and it's so pointy that I get chills when I imagine stabbing my leg with it. But Grandpa's paying attention, so I can't be that naughty.

This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

I wait until he's looking away and talking to the frightening owl-woman, then I press my thumb against one of the tips and feel the fork sink in. I almost chuckle at the weird feeling of the… metal? Wood? The whatever this is rubbing against the bone of my thumb, but Grandpa senses that I might be being naughty and turns around, so I pull it out.

"Where's your fork, Thelma?" he softly asks, but I know he's suspicious of me.

I raise my hand and show it to him, but there's no blood on it, and he narrows his eyes in suspicion. Stabbings don't make me bleed like cuts do, so I show him my hands too and do my best to hide my naughty grin because there's no evidence of what I did.

Stabbings also heal a lot faster than cuts, so there's no hole.

Intermission end.

I don't know what Thelma was doing with that fork, but her twitching face gives her away as she attempts to hide an impish grin. Kyros' face also twitches, but in embarrassment, and he takes her fork away to prevent her from doing any more mischief, giving her just a spoon instead.

She's a very good girl, so I think just a bit of mischief should be fine. Well, easier said than done because I know that children can get on someone's nerves once in a while, so I don't blame Kyros for keeping her on a tight leash in front of Princesses of all people.

But I've paid enough attention to the adorable little dog girl. I have other women who need my attention.

"I'm gonna get fat," Khepri whines as she stares hungrily at the plate of sauteed onions in front of her.

"I'd like to make a joke about you and Lord Wolf, but you already know it," Laguly dryly remarks.

"You're becoming one of us ♪," Ciel giddily sings. After getting her toes sucked, she's feeling playful, so she's letting her corrupted side come out.

"I feel like every day, I lose a little bit of something important to me…" the tomboy siren gloomily replies, hamming it up for comedic effect.

"It's called 'innocence,'" Edjo softly states.

"Yeah, that sounds about right…" Laguly quietly hums in agreement.

"How do you elves not get fat?" Khepri frustratedly asks Yunia.

"This food doesn't make you fat unless you only eat the meat, like Aoi," the Queen replies matter-of-factly.

And the bubbly woman stares confusedly at the supermodel-like human-Aoi. "But she isn't fat."

Yunia snobbishly glances at the adventurer. "She's also a dragon with a bottomless stomach."

"Gih," Gify gives her support to that statement as the resident black-hole.

Khepri sighs and fills her plate once again with delicious veggies, then flashes a smirk at my elf. "I'll trust you, then. But if I get fat, I'll go to the Tribunal and ask for compensation."

And that actually makes Yunia snort.

Then I turn to the Verners and Vanea.

"I actually won a shipment of elven bath products in a bet with Yulania," Léonne smugly brags.

"I'd trade what little treasure I got in exchange for that shipment," Vanea immediately replies while keeping her piercing eyes low, actually sounding serious.

But the fox milf isn't so easily persuaded. "I'm very proud of my victory, so I won't be trading this for anything."

The blue Princess smiles politely and nods in acceptance. "What a shame, but do consider me envious. The elves ban the export of so many things it's outrageous."

"I know, but I don't blame them. It's a great tactic to boost tourism," Léonne replies matter-of-factly, then lifts her glass of Eia and stares at the transparent nectar of the Gods.

"But the Misty Low Forest is closed to tourism," Vanea points out confusedly.

"I can still appreciate good policies," she hums, then takes a sip and slowly closes her eyes in blissful delight, and I know very well what her face looks like when she reaches the apex.

Vanea raises an eyebrow at her, suspicious of her expression, then soberly continues, "Understandable… but going back a bit. The shipment might be non-negotiable, but how about something else?"

Fox mommy is very sharp and far from drunk, so she immediately becomes impassive as she dons her Lordly mask and asks, "What do you have in mind?"

"The Blood Slave agreement," the blue princess sweetly replies.

Now that's spicy!

Alissa, Allura, Ofilia, Jacques, and I all begin paying full attention to this conversation. We all have mixed feelings about this, but we're mostly just wary of Vanea's intentions.

"Why would you want to alter that deal?" Léonne curiously inquires, also sensibly wary.

And Vanea surprisingly comes clean, "Rabanara has no more use for individual Blood Slaves, so we merely auction them to the merchants. It would benefit both of us more if we ended this agreement and replaced it with something more 'agreeable' to our palates."

Everyone's reactions to her words are positive, and Léonne amicably suggests, "Perhaps we should talk about this over the evening."

Vanea nods, still keeping her eyes low to not bother anyone with her piercing stare. "Once our bodies are clear of alcohol poisoning, yes."

Is Vanea actually becoming soft?

Alissa and I share a wistful and hopeful look. While it's true that this agreement between Rabanara and the Misty Forest is what brought Alissa and me together, the world would be a better place without it.

Hopefully, Vanea isn't doing this just to score some points with us.

"AND THEN HE THREW HIS GLOVE AT ME!" Urmeie roars, then lets out a wheezing laugh along with Kyora. "DAMN HALFLINGS; ALWAYS GOING FOR THE BIG ONES!"

"I can attest to that," Alonso quietly remarks, but the two mommies can't hear the cute shota through their laughter.

And after the howling stops, Kyora asks, teary-eyed, "And I assume that you squished him?"

Urmeie lets out a sadistic chuckle. "He thought he had time to cast [Rush] before I'd reach him. He forgot that big legs equals a long stride, which means a fast pace!"

Kyora mirrors her expression and sighs enviously. "Gods know I wish I could squish arrogant nobles like that."

"Don't you at least get to execute one every once in a while?" Urmeie retorts skeptically.

"They're evil, not arrogant, so it isn't as satisfying," dragon mommy replies, nose wrinkled in disgust.

And bear mommy nods. "Fair."

Then Alissa eavesdrops on Mako's and Omari's quiet talk.

"Perhaps the Princesses seek to 'absorb' knowledge from the Ryders?" Mako hesitantly questions.

Omari glances at the others around the table, but Alissa is quite adept at subterfuge, and nobody can see where the golems are looking, which allows us to use them to read lips, so we have many ways to hide that we're listening.

The cool imperial then turns to his masochistic dragonkin companion and shares his thoughts as he elegantly cuts his steak, "I believe there's more to it. The Empresses gave permission for a child contract, but the timing is awful as it has come so soon after the Ryders earned the Emperor's rage."

"So you think the contract is just a means to an end?" Mako impassively adds, sitting still like a statue as he's already finished his ascetic meal.

But Omari gently shakes his head as he chews. "I don't know, but we're talking about the Empresses, so even if we had a logical reason for it, you can bet there would be at least two more under the surface."

"Plotting and scheming is an imperial past-time," Mako states matter-of-factly.

And the imperial smiles wryly. "I want to deny that, but I can't…"

"Nothing outlandish there," Yunia states through [Bind], and all I can do is sigh tiredly as I agree.

Urmeie, now a bit tipsy, follows us to our bedroom unbidden. Sa'Haa can only glare at her half-sister in disapproval, which makes me more welcoming of the domineering bear mommy.

And her surprise when we get there tips the scales in her favor just a tad more. "What the hell is with the size of this bed? Do you all actually sleep together in here?" she grunts in disbelief.

"Yes," I hum and leave it at that.

But Yunia stops and knits her golden eyebrows at Urmeie in confusion. "This is standard for big harems, so why are you surprised…? No, let me ask something else: why don't you have a harem?" she questions apprehensively.

"Huh… why don't I have one…?" she grunts as she crosses her arms, bunching up her massive pillows, and knits her black eyebrows in thought. "I used to do my uncle because Dad is too queasy for incest, but then uncle stopped doing me when I got stronger than him and started doing him and his inner ass jewel, instead." -Oh, Gods, I knew I was right to fear for my asshole- "When we left Bestiaram, I was just too busy killing to get involved with another aside from occasionally using my bodyguards for stress relief… and now that I think about it, it seems like they used fighting to keep me from doing other people."

"Shouldn't Princes and Princesses have their own harems?" Alissa joins in.

But the bear shrugs, making her melons jiggle. "I was never interested in having one, really. Just doing other people."

So I question her sternly. "And you're only interested in doing me?"

"Ye-…" but she actually stops herself as she realizes that this makes her look bad. "I won't answer that one," she states with the composure of a Princess, which means that she's hiding her true feelings since she never acts like this.

I treat even prostitutes humanely and try to be friendly with them. The casual lays like Andrea and the Rafeslia adventurer trio are people I consider friends with benefits, and the Companions are straight-up pseudo-harem members.

Urmeie's callous attitude is disappointing, and hopefully, she'll fix it up if she really wants to earn my Sword.

I also hold in my true feelings and politely announce, "You still have the chance to seduce me, so use it well, but right now, there are other women who require my attention."

Then I spend the rest of the evening breeding Andrea and the Rafeslia adventurers (while Urmeie watches) because this is our last day at the embassy. I also sense that the girls are a lot more enthusiastic, and I think it's half because it's our last day and half because I implied that they aren't "just another sword."