It feels good to be back at home. The maids here know exactly how to give me a bath, unlike the maids of the embassy, and I even get some love from Poosh while my dear thirsty servants run their hands all over my body and scales.

The bespectacled and gentle blonde milf sheep stares deeply into my eyes as she works wonders. This level of worship is like a small piece of Paradise to me, and the best part is that they're all eager to receive it. Poosh "trained" them well, but my loyal sheep is still having them go through even more "training."

Unfortunately, there's no time for relaxing in hot water or Ravaging someone, so the loving ends here. But now, I close my eyes and lay down as my scales and claws are waxed and sharpened with the utmost care while my hair is trimmed, and my (ugly teen) stubble is (unfortunately) made to disappear once again.

I come out of the impromptu spa shining and majestic, like a young dragon should be, then they dress me in the finest silver elven shirt, pants, and sandals. And now I'm ready for the party, so I join the wonderful women who are worthy of me.

Alissa takes my clawed right arm. Her light brown, almost orange shoulder-length hair looks like a sheet of silk, while her furry ears and tail have been fluffed to an unbelievable and nearly irresistible level. Her red and white micro not-kimono has cute flowers and foxes embroidered on it, but the most striking thing about it is how it's a trap for the eyes as it's so short that it almost allows one to peek at her semi-transparent red underwear.

Yunia takes my clawed left arm. Her pale skin looks absolutely flawless, enhanced by the most expensive elven makeup we have, and her glorious golden drills bounce with her every movement as if they had springs in them. She's wearing a golden dousnadeia, a not-bikini with such thin cloth that one can see the shapes of her bits and flower, and the rest of her sculpted body is on display as usual as her transparent white skirt and shawl show everything else.

Roxanne is on Yunia's left. Her unnaturally pale skin almost glows with how pure white it is, and her long black hair, horns, and dagger-tipped-tail have a subtle sparkle that matches her black dress. Her thin arms, long legs, and almost her entire chest are on display as her very loose magical dress has openings everywhere. And she's not wearing anything under.

Hana takes Roxanne's left arm. Her massive red mane trails behind her like a siren's floating hair, and her subtly tanned skin shines with a faint bronze color, almost as if it had been waxed like her (actually shining) emerald scales. And she manages to wear even less than Roxanne and Yunia with an elastic, skin-tight red dress that is mildly transparent, making her darker bits and red bush very obvious if one stares hard enough.

Aoi is to Hana's left. Her insanely long dark blue hair pools at her feet and drags behind her as she walks, almost like a bridal veil, but her like-colored dress provides a cushion for her hair so that it doesn't get dirtied by the floor, not that elven floors are ever dirty. Her skin-tight dress is actually more conservative than all of the previous women, but the slits on the sides are so large that one can still see her private parts if she moves too much.

Ciel is to Alissa's right. Her long black hair has been tied in a cute braid and adorned with pearls, giving her the gentle air of an angelic mother that she truly deserves. Her skin-tight yellow dress shows every curve of her ass, and her massive pillows are displayed to the maximum with a corset that pushes them together, but the cut is so low that one can see the tips of her dark bits (something nobody tells her).

Lina takes Ciel's right arm. Her silky dark hair has been tied in adorable twintails, and her head is adorned by a cute little purple beret. Her frilly white skirt is semi-transparent, but she's wearing a black bra under it, and her equally frilly black skirt has an opening in the front, creating the same trap as with Alissa's not-kimono, but this one looks even more innocent, and therefore, it's more perverted.

Osaria is to Lina's right. Her chocolate skin shines, and her long silver hair is tied up in a dignified bun, yet she's wearing nothing on her chest but a small, red, not-bikini top with a matching short skirt. She's also wearing something interesting, a necklace with a pendant that has our heraldry: a silver field with a pair of curved, black horns.

Nono is to Osaria's right. The white rabbit looks quite frightened by the predatory milf but nowhere near enough to make her shiver like she does when I use my predatory gaze on her. She's dressed like a proper "servant," with a turquoise, skin-tight micro dress that matches her eyes, and she's also not wearing anything under, but it's a lot easier to get a peek of her pink flower than Alissa's or Lina's.

Kaatohe is to Aoi's left, wearing nothing but heavy, shiny jewels, which have been tied to her body almost like in shibari, enhancing her private parts. Her bronze skin shines like Hana's, but curiously, her bits look hard while she drips from excitement, and I'm not sure why she's so excited.

Klein and Hukarere will be standing guard, so they're wearing armor, which has been adorned with silver sashes to make it look more ceremonial. Poosh is wearing a simple blue dress with openings that allow her fluffy patches of wool to peek out, making her seem curvier than she is (and she's already a match for Ciel and Osaria).

Then Osaria walks up to the naked cat and produces another necklace with our heraldry. After a tense moment of hesitation, Kaatohe impassively receives it, but then she glances at me, and her cat eyes widen when they meet mine, explaining why she's so excited.

"This is proof that the silver dragon owns you," Osaria remarks smugly at the stiff Chimera, who only silently nods to hide her emotions.

"Heh. I've already had something like that since a long time ago," Hukarere quietly brags to Klein and pats her chestplate, which is adorned with a badge of our heraldry at its center.

And I remark as I walk up to Kaatohe, "It makes me really happy that you've finally agreed to be mine."

"About time, really," Osaria sultrily adds and plays with Kaatohe's small pillows from behind.

The cat purrs softly but then glumly admits, "The problem wasn't bending over to your Sword; it was accepting that I'm worthy of it even though my lineage dies with me."

What an… odd concern.

"Have you ever thought about adopting?" I reflexively reply.

"Adopt…? Yes… Klein mentioned it once… but…" and she trails off as she enters deep thought.

I give Klein an appreciative nod, and she blushes shyly. Then Hukarere teasingly elbows her armored flank, and the monkey flashes a glare at the wolf. I really like it that they're being supportive of each other.

It seems that Kaatohe is conflicted about adoption, but I believe it isn't a matter she needs to think too deeply about, so I interrupt her reflection with a kiss on her cat lips.

She narrows her eyes at me, but Alissa suddenly suggests before she can reply, "Have Wolf put his child in a living Chimera of your choice, then raise the child as your own."

Kaatohe blinks blankly, then mumbles in wonder, "A living Chimera…! Yes, that… could work." And a hopeful smile appears on her lips, revealing her cute white fangs.

"Thank you for convincing her, Osaria, my love," I kindly praise my milf with a handsome smile and kiss her hand, then the dark bit she's been playing with.

"Anything for you, my King," the chocolate elf sultrily replies. The fact that I'll still punish her tonight makes this all the sweeter.

Then I turn to the pendant hanging on Kaatohe's chest. "These necklaces were also a great idea… but I can think of a way to make them better."

"How?" Osaria hums back.

And I grin. "A 'belly' tattoo."

She raises her silver eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, my…"

"Yes," Alissa immediately agrees on reflex.

"A brand," Hana quietly coos, sounding quite excited.

Yunia looks down at her own belly, which is always exposed due to her choice of clothes, and she gently touches the area as she imagines it, then smiles in mild amusement.

And the overall reactions of everyone are equally positive.

I pat Kaatohe's womb as I state, "That'll be for another time, though. Anyway, Osaria, do you have more necklaces?"

She nods positively. "They're simple, so I commissioned a few."

So I order, "Hand me two. Now, Poosh and Nono, you two come here."

The white rabbit and the blonde sheep immediately obey, both looking tense, and I offer each of them a necklace. Their eyes are immediately drawn to the heraldry, and they tense up even further as they realize its meaning.

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"Do you accept?" I huskily ask, and Alissa sees the hairs on the back of their necks stand up on end.

Nono takes it after a mere second and immediately puts it on, which greatly pleases me, but it's Poosh who surprises me with her hesitation.

She isn't daft in the matters of love, so she nervously readjusts her round glasses and explains herself, "Your Highness… Wolf, what I feel for you is a different form of love. It's… It's worship. Do you want a concubine who sees you that way?"

I know exactly what I want, so I immediately reply, "That doesn't matter. Do you want to be a concubine? If you do, I'll always make time for you and take care of you for the rest of your life and even further if you decide to become a bound spirit."

The gentle, fluffy milf breathes in shakily, tempted dearly but still hesitant and cautious. I understand why she's like this. She respects me too much to easily take such a leap.

Alissa grabs my hand from below, then gently extends it further towards Poosh and smiles sweetly. "It's fine. You won't disappoint," my little fox whispers reassuringly.

"All that matters is that you're happy," Ciel soothingly adds.

And the gentle sheep sighs softly to calm herself down, then finally takes the necklace.

Now, I look at both Nono and Poosh as I state, "Accepting this means that you're now exclusively my women for as long as you still love me. But this also means that you have the right to hear some of my secrets, which I'll tell you tomorrow morning, once we've rested from the party."

To congratulate the new official concubines, Alissa kisses Nono, Osaria kisses Poosh, and Roxanne kisses Kaatohe. All on the lips, of course.

"Welcome to the family," Alissa whispers, and the shy little bunny girl wags her fluffy white pom-pom of a tail in happiness.

"T-thank you…" she softly coos.

Did I overestimate Silvane's depravity, or has my Sword really conquered Nono's flower?

Instead of making assumptions, I'll just ask the elven whore in person since she's outside, waiting for us.

And so we finally join the party.

Ah, the nights in the High Forest are always so cozy.

The glowing plants turn purple at night, giving the castle's inner garden, where the party is being held, a mysterious but also comforting mood. The illumination is still mostly colorless because it'd be obnoxious if everything was purple, but the glowing plants add many cozy purple spots to the environment.

As we make our glorious entrance, most of the party goes silent as they turn to us, even the ass-kissers following the two Princesses. Our outfits are outrageously alluring, which the few prudes (Sa'Haa included) disapprove of, but most people are already getting used to our sense of style, and hardly anyone in this world would complain about being able to shamelessly stare at almost-naked beauties.

Then I zone out as the greetings commence, and Alissa takes over for me (by literally controlling my body) since I'm a bit tired from talking all day.

But then I suddenly take back control to ask Urmeie, "Why aren't you also wearing the traditional clothing of Bestiaram like Empress Piscila does, and by that, I mean wearing nothing? The Chimeras here already follow that style."

And the bear princess simply glances at her sister.

"No," Sa'Haa immediately rejects, then glares at me. "Why did you even give her that idea? She becomes uncontrollable when she's unclothed."

"I don't follow…?" I hum confusedly.

"I get very horny when people stare at me with desire," the bear Princess grumbles.

Then Sa'Haa bitterly adds, her eyes trained on me, "She's an exhibitionist like Empress Uruteie, who's also forced to wear clothes to not cause problems for the Emperor. Unfortunately, Urmeie's 'condition' is worse than her mother's and, I dare say, worse than even yours."

"Well, suit yourself," I casually hum and return control of my body to Alissa.

After surviving the deluge of ass-kissing that tries to drown me in flattery, I finally get to Silvane, who's been patiently waiting her turn while holding hands with Nono.

I approach her and calmly state, "Silvane, I've claimed Nono as my concubine. Don't you dare force her to lay with another man, now."

"Other women are fine?" she sweetly questions.

And I nod. "Yes."

So she also nods. "I was expecting this, so it's fine."

Then I smirk and use my [Sexual Charm] as I add, "Don't you also want to be owned by me?"

The little silver whore crosses her legs as a pang of heat flares, but she politely declines, "I can't. Haaran gave me freedom, but not that kind of freedom."

He isn't here to complain, so I smoothly insist, "But do you want to be owned by me?"

She starts to shake her cute little foot as her frustration mounts, but her resolve stays strong. "I won't answer that question."

And I gracefully retreat, "Suit yourself. Anyway, Nono is staying here tonight because I have a few things to tell her tomorrow morning, now that she's a concubine. But she'll have to keep them a secret, even from you."

She softly exhales in relief as I now hold back on the seduction. "I think it's understandable that you keep secrets. As long as you don't burden my wife, it'll be fine."

"It's nothing heavy."

She makes a cute pout as she hums curiously and leans forward, "Hmm…? You've certainly made me curious now." But I just grin back.

Yunia is catching up with our Subordinate Lords, and it seems that the bandit problem in the riverlands, the northwestern part of our territory, is still unresolved.

"We'll send a knight along with a detachment of our men to help hunt them down, and we'll join the subjugation force once they've been found," the Queen politely states, trying to look sincerely concerned while not stepping on their pride as we want to give as little reason as possible for the Heart Lords to resent us.

"We greatly appreciate your help, Your Highness," Atala Mendecassa politely replies while her twin sister nods along.

We'll have to pick a knight with good [Acting] because they're going to have to pretend to search for the bandits since we already know their exact location through Cereleia's "radar."

The other Heart Lords have nothing to report, so the Root Lords crowd around her, wanting to hear news about the Shield-Wall project. Alcander's Royal Engineers will begin growing a bark shield-wall, like the bark wall that protects Escanso, for most villages across our territory, and they want to bribe Yunia to move up their position in the queue, but she quickly shuts down all that bribery nonsense.

Anyway, there are quite a lot of people here as we invited Chimera aristocrats, some of the wealthier merchants of Escanso, and bureaucrats of the town's administration like the Mayor, and the presence of these non-warrior classes of people displeases Sa'Haa, which in turn pleases me. But what I really like about this situation is that, after the formalities, everyone is too intimidated by my presence to strike up a conversation with me. It's like being in front of a bunch of cellphones that never ring, street preachers that never speak, or New York without any honking. It's just a soothingly pleasant thing to see.

But the party hasn't officially started yet because I haven't given my speech, so I walk up onto the raised dancing floor, and Poosh hands me a [Project Voice] magic tool. Then the musicians lower the volume, and the whole party turns to me. So many faces, but my mind just glosses over every one of them as only a few of the people present are interesting to me. What a curious phenomenon.

It may seem pretentious of me to not care about all of these people who have come here because I called for them, but this is simply biology speaking. I'm too busy, too preoccupied with too many different things to remember or care about the faces and names of all of these people, yet I'm forced to cater to them and invite them to parties if I want to have a strong political support base. A frustratingly nonsensical system this one is, but not even Earth has a better answer to this problem.

Now that I've whined enough to myself, I start my speech with a gentle and casual tone that puts everyone at ease, "Noblemen and noblewomen, gentlemen and gentlewomen, welcome to our home. We, Ryders, had been absent for a while due to Lordly businesses in the capital, Mac Gantus. Nothing much, just a greeting to the Emperor, a delve into the Great Labyrinth, some kidnapping, torture, and interrogation of Katasko's mercenaries," -and now the audience starts to get tense- "an assassination attempt on us, which we promptly responded to with an actual, well-executed assassination of Decien Alkimeonids," -I casually grin at their horror- "some championing for an extension to the Sin of Torture to also cover monsters, and then we got into a little 'tussle' with the rest of Katasko in the Purification, followed by another with the Imperial Army as they played with fire and got burned. Oh, yes, we also had a Purge started in our name, and I bet you were all very surprised by that one." And that actually gets a few nervous laughs.

I really don't deserve "Charisma" this high…

"Yet despite all these problems and enemies, we've been victorious in Every. Single. Battle… for the Ryder Royal Family is blessed by the light." And the guards all salute as they hear our motto, which amuses me, but then I make a solemn expression. "But there were also losses. Sir Azador Curol lost his life to an evil act by Katasko, which aimed to hurt us both militarily and emotionally, as he was not only our most senior knight but also a mentor for my wife, Yulania.

"But his death has been avenged, his son has taken his place, and Katasko is no more, so now we move on… And today, we're glad to announce that the shade of our tree grows larger as another family decides to join us. Our close allies, the Verners, who are Chief and Chieftess of the Forest, have sent us the Fountuns, a family of werefoxes who wish to be sworn in as knights, and we gladly accept!"

Alissa walks towards me, followed by the Fountun couple and their cute daughter, who is a delicious offering to the hungry dragon.

I extend my hand to my lovely wife, and she takes it. Then she stands at my side while I sling my arm around her waist. The three Fountuns stop before us and kneel, giving them a clear view of Alissa's panties, but Marceau, the orange Misty Fox, respectfully averts his eyes while his jade beauties, White Stalker wife and daughter, purposely look at them, and both their cheeks redden faintly while they remain impassive.

They know me well. There's only one thing that gets me harder than other women perving on my wives.

I already know that Thea has a taste for the female body, but I also find it pleasing to see the wife of another acting lewdly towards my women. And who knows? I might even get a taste of this White Stalker milf through one of my women.

The young girl is also wearing a slutty, white not-kimono, but it has more of an air of nightwear, of something she'd wear in bed while in my arms, than something one would wear to a party. This shamelessness suits me just fine, though. The only problem is that it's making me unreasonably horny because I couldn't Ravage anyone during the bath.

And while I fantasize about this little fox, I begin the ritual. "Marceau and Manon Fountun, will you take the pledge of servitude as a knight? Will you serve the Ryder Lordship until your body gives in and your descendant takes your place?"

"We will," they obediently answer in unison.

"Then you and your family shall come under our tree, and the succession of your descendant will be guaranteed through servitude. Welcome to the Lordship, Sir and Dame Fountun."

I motion for them to rise, and the audience gives them applause and congratulations.

But wait, there's more.

And as soon as the commotion starts to die down, I cheerfully continue, "And as for the future…! The 'incident' with Junior General Reinhold didn't sour our relationship with the rest of the Imperial Army, which has decided to still invest in the Ryder Royal Institute! With a large amount of funding secured, we've decided to expand our dear Institute! Soon, we'll begin recruiting for the new Divisions," -and I give Whakan a pointed look- "but for today, let us celebrate the victories and also the prosperous future that is to come!"