When Helene talked about Rowena I expected a very old woman with wrinkles and heavy eye bags, but the bitch I'm looking at right now looks to be in her early 20s. Wearing an impressive black dress that clung to her body to accentuate her curves, she carried herself like the top of the top aristocrat, and in her eyes you will see that the young looks are just an illusion.
"I greet Your Majesty," she gave a slight bow, like we were equals. "I apologize for the problems caused and hope your majesty doesn't ta---"
"Strip"
Her words hung in the air, abruptly severed by a command that left her visibly taken aback. Her reaction was not one of confusion but rather a fiery indignation that flared in her eyes.
"...what?"
"I wouldn't want to repeat myself" I said, and the resounding clatter of multiple swords being half-drawn reverberated ominously throughout the vast throne room.
"We had a deal!"
"Yes, and that is why you are still alive," I stated firmly. "I am a man of honor. When I give my word, I have every intention of honoring it. But right now, you are committing a new crime. Strip."
Her gaze burned with hatred as she locked eyes with me, her nimble fingers beginning to work the intricate clasps of her dress. Within moments, the elegant black dress gracefully slipped to the marble floor, leaving her breasts fully exposed. However, a black underwear retained her modesty in the most intimate of places.
For a fleeting moment, she appeared defiant and proud, as if she believed the ordeal was over. I raised an eyebrow, a silent signal of dissatisfaction, and begrudgingly, she unclasped the last garment. Standing there, she bore her complete nudity, with only a fine moss of hair adorning her pubic mound. Despite the shivers that coursed through her body, it was clear they were not born of cold; they were the tremors of her simmering rage. We are not alone. Besides the dozens of knights lining up the throne room, there's mother, Helene and the annoying Princess of Mittelreich, leaning casually against the throne, her arms draped nonchalantly over it, obviously entertained by what was happening.
"How many are you?" I asked the enraged witch.
"...8," she replied, her voice laced with resentment.
Turning to Helene, who confirmed the count with a nod, I redirected my attention back to Rowena.
"Starting with you, every seven days, the witches of your coven will give your bodies to me for my pleasure over the next two years," I declared firmly. "Without fail, every seventh-day sunset, one after the other."
A momentary silence followed my absurd proclamation, during which Rowena held my gaze through it all, her hate unrestrained.
"In exchange for not hunting us down, you want us to be your whores?" she sneered, the words dripping with venom.
"Not a plea, not an order," I responded evenly. "The choice is yours. If you refuse, all you need to do is say no or not show up. But sins must be atoned for, one way or another. Seven days. Dismiss."
The animosity in her eyes intensified, and for a brief moment, I anticipated, and was honestly hoping that she would do something rash. This was no punishment, not with the pain they put me through, but it is too early in my new life for they to know my word means nothing. I have so much plans riding on that.
And then just before my eyes the hate vanished, and was replaced by an eerie calm. Without a bow, she turned and began walking out. Though naked, she walked with grace of someone who was not just comfortable in their own skin but who wants to show you that they are comfortable in their own skin. It was glorious, to be honest, and alluring.
"We will make such a perfect couple, my darling" Amara whispered to me, leaning in close and chuckling.
I didn't reply. There was nothing to say, but there's no way in hell I'm getting trapped into a marriage with her. I will have to sacrifice the coming months to make sure it doesn't happen, but the problem is, my success is not certain. A successful [Copy] adds +6 to all stats and if I don't miss any fucking day, that will be a +120 to my current stats which is [ Attack : 199] and [Defense : 209] to her [Attack : 289] and [Defense : 292]. That's not good at all, and to make it worse, there's a +2 in her stats since the last time I saw her and there's no doubt she will keep improving. Killing her is out of the question, and so is going back on my word. The only option is to train harder than I did with Butler, but how is that even possible while also getting my kingdom prepared for war? It is going to be a very long couple of months.
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"Fuck!" a female Cow demi-human, naked from just coming from the bathroom, cussed as she stood in the center of their room. She is digging two fingers into her cunt, trying to scoop something out but keep coming out empty. "It's been 2 days yet I feel like his essence is still inside me" she said, and laughter erupted amongst her companions. There are 23 of them in the room that the king have given to them in his castle. The rest of them are in the other two rooms the king had provided. It has everything they need but it is far from what they had at home. At least it is better than the forest.
"I swear, it felt like I was being rammed by a centaur," she continued, eliciting even more laughter from her companions. Most sprawled on the low, hard beds that lined the walls, twelve on each side, spaced a few feet apart, while a few others stood around, joining in the merriment.
"He was that big?" a demi-tiger asked, laughing.
"Not really," she replied, heading to her corner of the room. Seating herself on her bed, she crossed her legs and leaned back, an air of nonchalance in her demeanor. "Impressive for a human but nothing to compare to a real cock"
The room burst out laughing again. Only one person hasn't been laughing. A mid-aged Demi-elk woman, her bed situated to the right of the cow woman. She appeared to be of similar age or perhaps slightly older, her back resting against the wall as she watched the group in silence.
"You should have seen the way Telma was going crazy," the cow woman carried on, her voice filled with excitement "ooh, ooh," She was playfully fondling her massive breasts and gestured with her head to mimic Telma's passionate behavior during sex with the king. A young cowgirl blushed and quickly turned away while her roommates burst into more laughter.
"But the son of a whore was all over me though," she said, and an astonished "oooooooh" rang through the room. The elk woman's brows instantly shot up, with eyes wide in shock. The cow woman misinterpreted all these and continued. "He thought my teats were licking because I have a child and you should see how hungry he was for them"
Before the elk woman could say something, their door creaked open.
The room instantly became quiet but it was their roommate, a fox girl that came into view and it became rowdy once more.
"What's going on?" the cow woman asked.
"Nothing," the fox replied as she made her way to her own bed. "The king is safe."
"Fuck," the cow girl cussed, disappointment lacing the word, and those who caught it burst into laughter
"Hold on," the elk finally intervened, and the cow girl turned to her. "You want the human king to die?"
"Don't we all?" the cow girl scoffed, laughing as if it were an obvious answer. However, as she glanced around the room, not many joined in the laughter; some even looked away.
"Then what will become of us?" the elk persisted, the room growing uncomfortably quiet.
This silence made the cow woman a bit nervous as she sensed that something was amiss. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
"I'm asking you, what will become of us if the king dies?" the elk woman pressed, her tone growing more serious. The cow woman squirmed in her seat but couldn't escape the conversation.
"You are new to the surface world, you think getting fucked is the worst thing that can happen to our kind?!" she blasted, voice higher than she wanted it. "They have healers that can grow back a limb, and many of our kind are having their full legs ripped off every night for 'refined mana meat' for some rich schmuck and you are worried about getting fucked?! Do you have any idea how fucked up life is for our kind out there?!"
She was getting more angry and everybody know it's from personal experience for her story is well known.
The elk woman took an audible calming breath in and out then continued in a more calming tone. "Until you experience life outside the King's mercies you will never understand how privileged you are here" she added, "It's something you don't even wish on your worst foe. And whatever you do, do not let Nadia hear of this. She will have your head on the spot! Better you than us all."
The doors opened again but this time it was the King's guard. The quiet of the room was weird, causing him to scan the room for any unusual signs. However, he dismissed it as mere gossip among slaves.
"The King summons the heifers" he announced, and shut the door immediately.
She waited for about a minute before continuing. "The king seems to have taken a liking to you and your sisters" she said, "and it will be in your best interest to make sure it stays that way, and nothing like this ever happen to him again. I don't know how you will do it, but you will have to find a way to do so. We can't afford to lose the human king. Not now."