Life has been extremely busy for me lately. Training non-stop, barely 3 hours of sleep and whatever time I could squeeze out, I used it to write on my codex of ideas. Dad used to work at a train station and often took me there when I was a kid. He talks about them all the time and with all those talks I got an inkling on how trains work. Whether that would be enough to build one depends on the gnomes but honestly I'm not optimistic.
It would be great if it does. My kingdom's income has been speedily dwindling. Montreal keeps increasing production, probably to force me to honor his persistent invites, but I have no interest to do so. If I ever set foot in his kingdom it would be to take it away from him, but that dream is still far away. Very far away. Right now I am the one at risk of his kingdom been taken away. We've become the biggest kingdom by landmass in the south, surpassing Estonia, but we have the least citizens and the smallest army, especially after I reclaimed the rebelled regions the way I did. It is too dangerous to continue like this, I understand that, but no matter how I think about it there's nothing I could do. I even played with the idea of conceding to Amara but it didn't sit well with me. If only her father had agreed to my proposal and ban Montreal soap, other kingdoms might have followed suit then I would have been in a situation to be more ambitious with my offers to the awakened and grow my army. His brother's wife, Anastasia, has already sent 4 desperate letters over the days, begging me to sell her the Gold soap, even at an inflated price. Of course I ignored her. Didn't even grace her pleas with a reply. I expect her to come here soon. She seems close to her husband but maybe she's desperate enough to let me fuck her for it. Not just because of her fire class, I have two of them locked in my dungeon right now, but because the thought of it excites me.
Mother's sweet scent wafted into my nostrils pleasantly, causing my dick to throb. She leaned on to the table beside my codex, with her arms resting on it.
"I don't recognize these characters" she said after a moment of watching me write.
"I created them myself" I replied her without thinking.
"Can I see them?" she asked casually.
I stopped, thought for a moment then said "sure" and shifted the book to her.
She picked it up, stood upright and began flipping through it carefully. As I looked at her serious eyes I realized I have become careless. I took the risk of writing in English because I couldn't bear the thought of someone stealing my ideas before I could even effect them. Though there are simple illustrations for some of them, you couldn't understand them without the words accompanying them. I took the risk of making those words English, even though it is something that ties me to my old world, because they suppose to be for my eyes only, yet here I am. And to be honest, it's not too bad a feeling.
"They look simple"
"They are not" I replied, pulling her gently towards me by her waist.
And truly they were not, at least to this me. Though I was English, I had to slow down and think to write them. If I tried to write freely and more relaxed I write in this world's characters.
"So many different characters" she said, studying them. "I find it hard to believe you can understand all these"
"You would be surprise how much I'm capable of" I said, already kneading thighs and ass cheeks and kissing her belly though her thin dress.
It's been days since I last had sex and even longer with her and my dick was reacting accordingly.
"What does this say?" she asked, turning the codex to me to show me my illustration of the ancient Roman-styled helmet. The cool one with the plumes.
"That would be the kingdom's new helmet," I said, "We need to stand out"
All the helmets and armor of the kingdoms are generally alike, with the little difference often been the shades of the kingdom's or region's colors and crest. No ranks significance. My new design would set us apart, and based on all I've planned I consider it pivotal.
"Hmmm" was all she could say, then closed the codex and dropped it aside. She leaned down and pressed her mouth to mine. Her tongue was a serpent snaking into my mouth as she sat on my crotch, her arms came around me and held me close.
"I will be visiting my family tomorrow so how about we make it a long evening," she said in a low sweet voice then kissed me again.
"Too bad I have a guest coming later this evening," I said. "I can't give you all the attention you deserve"
"Since when do they come first" she said smiling seductively and pressing for another kiss.
Our kisses are always insanely hungry heated passion, no matter how gentle or slow it began and it is mostly controlled and dictated by her. It's like she's hiding something and is running out of time, and each could be the last. I didn't understand it but it scares the shit out of me. I realised I didn't want to lose her, not for anything in this world, and that made her the most dangerous person ever. Too dangerous to be allowed to live.
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After an even more intense session with mother, more than was planned, I returned to writing on my codex while I await for Rowena. It's already the 7th day and I expect her to be here. My knights, on my orders, had returned with 38 prisoners, all female and mostly awaken. They are daughters and wives of nobles in the rebeling regions. "If their daughters or wives are of great beauty, then resistance or not, their husbands or fathers should die" was my specific words to them, and it seems they abided by it. It is against continental laws to enslave people of noble birth but it didn't say anything against taking them as mistresses. If any refuse to be a mistress, I will just take what I want and then kill them off after the maximum 5 years sentence.
To be honest I would love for nothing more than to take them right now. There are at least 4 wind mages, fire mages, water mages amongst them. I would like to fuck them for the next couple of weeks and procure skills from them, but unfortunately it is a very sensitive time and I don't want to appear weak by postponing my deal with the witches. I will kick it off with Rowena first, to show my seriousness, then we will rearrange the schedule to something more sensible.
The doors creaked open, and she stepped in. She was wearing a thin night-shift of the finest cotton. She's not what I would call very beautiful but at the same time you wouldn't fault anyone that thinks she is.
I stared at her as she stopped few feet away from the door wondering if she has decided to submit, or just putting a show of defiance.
"Come closer" I said, dropping my pen.
She moved. Slow, graceful, almost seductive and I don't think she intended it that way. It just comes natural to her.
I stood up , picked up the potion I collected from Helene and drained it in one gulp while maintaining eye contact with her. Her face was devoid of expression but in situations like this, that is an expression. I began approaching her, taking off my clothings as I did and by the time I reached her, I stood in full nudity, my member standing painfully engorged, barely swinging. Her eyes held me the entire time, only breaking for a brief moment to look at my proud member. If she was impressed she didn't show it.
She stood about a foot shorter than me. Chucking her under the chin I could feel the loathing when our eyes met this close. The kind of hate that could only be satisfied by strangling your enemy with your bare hands and watch as the life slowly leave their eyes. I wondered if she could see mine.
The problem with hers is that she won't do it. Not now anyways, and that's what made it a bit funny. She knows it is suicidal to do and she considers me as something beneath her, not worth her life. That's why I knew there won't be poison in her mouth when I took in her unwilling lips and tongue. As I kissed her, I slipped her dress off her shoulder to her feet and lifted her effortlessly off the ground and made my way to the bed. I dropped her on the bed, her gaze locking me as I climbed in between her legs. Hate sex is no new territory to me and unfortunately for her and fortunately for me unlike my previous life I have the proper tool to exert the hate to my heart's content.
I gathered her legs onto my shoulders and guided my shaft to her hole and plunged in to the balls. She jerked with the heavy thrust but her expression didn't show any signs that she was invaded. She just maintained blank gaze as I slammed in again. The exquisite fleshy fig of her pussy were dry but deliciously crinkly soft to my non-discriminating touch. I held the legs tighter and started slamming in with heavier thrusts, slowly morphing into reckless abandon,our gaze not breaking. It was obvious she had been here before too, don't know how often but I could tell. It was like I was fucking a doll but worse, and I found myself uncharacteristically feeling angry and a tad frustrated about it. I let go of her legs and grabbed on her breasts roughly and began feasting on them, mostly biting. My hands soon found their way to her neck and I picked up speed, holding her gaze again.
Fueled by passion my grip tightened. At first it was confusion but as it grew even tighter fear settled in. It became even tighter and her eyes turned red and wet she grasped my arm, her nails digging deep, trying to pull my arms away but I was stronger than her so they didn't budge. I felt her insides twitch and flutter and quiver. The walls clasped on my cock and excitement was building up fast and it was only a matter of time before spitting, spluttering, I discharged a load of sperm that bespattered and drenched the pussy of the writhing Rowena.
[Copy conditions have been fulfilled]
[You have gained Resist]
I let go of her neck, and she gasped and started coughing desperately. She sat up and her eyes, tears filled and so full of hate that I feared what she would do, but a soft billow of wind from the balcony door, that briefly got her attention, made her change her mind.