The Queen's Desires
Hello everyone, at last the latest short story is out! And as you will soon see it is a lengthy one. Which also leads me into an apology and explanation for this chapter. It is indeed the Lust IF chapter and therefore has lemons in it. Now this is the first time I've ever posted a chapter with more or less full on lemons, so apologies in advance if they seem a little amateurish. Also, apologies for the shortness of some of the scenes, but we do have a lot of ladies to visit in this one. Moving on, I also have an announcement to make: I shall be going on vacation, starting tomorrow. Therefore, I probably won't be able to get anything out next week, so just a heads up on that. Should you need to contact me about story questions, though, just use the usual channels. Now then, onto this long and somewhat odd, to write, short story!
The Great Castle In the Capital City of Lugnica: The Master Bed Chambers
Sunlight spilled in through the windows of the castle, illuminating the rooms as it signaled a beginning to the day. One such room that was receiving this illumination had its curtains drawn, but alas they left a small space that allowed the sun to shine through. It was this small ray of sunlight which caused the occupant of the bed to stir from his slumber as he attempted to move out of the path of said ray of light. But it was then that he was presented with another difficulty, he was unable to move very far.
Or to be more precise, he didn't want to move too far in case his movements awoke the smaller female form sleeping next to him. Alas, his efforts were in vain as the blue-haired girl stirred in her sleep, her eyes slowly opening to stare at the one she was snuggled up against. "Good morning, Ulric," she said with a smile, "or rather, your highness."
"We've discussed this before, Rem," said Ulric as he kissed her forehead where her horn usually sprouted out from, "you needn't call me that. Though if you must, you can still call me 'Sir' every once in a while."
"Just reminding myself that you're the king," replied Rem as she rested her head on his chest, "the last couple of years have been like a dream since meeting you, so it's only natural I'd wonder if it's real or not from time to time."
"You believe you're dreaming?" Questioned Ulric as he looked down at her with a raised eyebrow. "When I was first brought to this world I was but a knight, which in many ways I still am, a knight with little more worth to their name than the armor on my back and the weapon by my side. Never during that time would I have ever imagined meeting a woman like you, let alone becoming king of a nation. If either one of us is dreaming, it would most certainly be me."
"Well if you're worried that you might not be awake," said Rem as she pulled herself up closer to his face, "then allow me." She took his face in her hands and placed her lips on his, savoring his taste as Ulric allowed her to deepen it for several moments. The Knight, or rather King, pulled his arms tighter around her form as Rem continued to kiss him passionately. She would finally separate her lips from his when the need for air became too great. "Do you still believe you are dreaming, Sir Ulric?"
"Not in the slightest," he replied, "which is both fortunate and unfortunate. Now that I'm certain I'm awake, it occurs to me that there are some duties I must attend too."
"Must you go so soon," said Rem as she hugged him while putting her head back on his chest, "we've only just woken up. Surely the kingdom can wait another few minutes."
"My dear Rem," said Ulric, "in all the time I've known you, you almost never shirked your duties. I'm certain you wouldn't think very highly of me if I shirked mine. And besides, I must also attend to the needs of the others."
"I have only ever shirked my duties when those I love needed me," said Rem as she raised herself up slightly, "and I will not shirk them today, either. I merely wish to be with the one I love a little longer before the demands of the day separate us. And if possible, could we-?" Ulric silenced her with another kiss, then surprised her as he rolled them over so that he was on top.
"Of course, the both of us have had a hard couple of days," said Ulric as he looked down at Rem with a smile, "and though we made love last night, I suppose one more time this morning wouldn't hurt." Rem smiled happily at this as Ulric kissed her again, their tongues dancing rhythmically with each other as the knight, or rather king's hands gently caressed the oni girl's sides and stomach before making their way up to her breasts. Rem let out a gasp which was quickly followed by a series of moans as Ulric kneaded her breasts, taking extra care while rubbing his thumbs over her more sensitive buds.
He also started kissing down her neck and collarbone, causing the blue-haired girl to moan even louder. "Oh, oh Ulric," she said as she put her arms around his head, her fingers running through his hair. Ulric then decided to move his hands from her breasts and instead put his arms under her back. Rem let out a small yelp as he lifted her up before gasping some more as the Knight took one of her nipples between his teeth. "Yes, like that, just like that," Rem said breathlessly as she hugged his head ever tighter.
Ulric complied with this as he gave the same amount of attention to her other breast, noting with some satisfaction how his wife's body squirmed under his touch. "Ulric," Rem managed to get out, "I know we don't have long…please….go ahead and put it in me."
"As you wish," he whispered into her ear, his breath tickling her neck and causing another moan of pleasure. The King took but a moment to position himself and then entered inside of Rem. The oni girl tensed underneath him as she let out a gasp upon feeling her husband inside of her. Ulric gave her little time to adjust as he slid back out and then in again, starting a slow rhythm which was increasing steadily in pace.
"Yes, yes, yes, please Ulric, please more," moaned Rem as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled them closer together. By this point, Ulric was penetrating deep inside of her and Rem could no longer keep the volume of her voice down as her back began to arch and her body tensed even more under the pleasure of her husband's lovemaking. Before long, her eyes were rolling into the back of her head as she tried to hold on, savoring the waves of pleasure washing over her. But it was a losing battle as she felt her climax approaching.
"Ulric, Ulric I'm close," Rem managed to gasp out as her folds tightened around the Knight's member. This only encouraged him to move at his fastest pace yet, causing Rem's breasts to bounce and her body to tremble even more from the force of his hips. Then, with one final, hard thrust the blue-haired girl climaxed, throwing back her head as she let out a long, high-pitched moan. Ulric felt his own release at the same time then, though his groans were overshadowed by his wife's moaning before the two collapsed back onto the bed, both breathing heavily from the exertion.
"Will that….suffice for now…..my love," said Ulric between breaths.
"It….most certainly will," said Rem as she gave him a quick kiss, "Now you'd best go. The others…will be waiting."
"Until later today then," said Ulric as he slid out of the bed and quickly put his clothes on. As the king, his clothing now consisted of the white suit-like outfits worn by the knights of Lugnica. Naturally his came with a gold crown and a rather large blue cape that, while considered fashionable by many, was a bit cumbersome for the Crusader's taste. Nevertheless, he knew it would be much more of a headache to argue with some of the other advisors about presentability as opposed to practicality when it came to his outfit, hence why he wore it long enough to reach the castle's private kitchen and dining room.
It was there he found a certain silver-haired girl putting the last of a meal of cooked meat and eggs on the table. "Ulric," she said upon catching sight of the knight and quickly moving over to give him a hug, "I was starting to wonder if you wouldn't make it today."
"My sincerest apologies," said Ulric as he gave her a quick kiss on the lips, "I was delayed a little this morning. No doubt you can guess why."
"Rem has been a bit more affectionate with you lately," admitted Emilia as the two of them sat down and began eating, "you don't think she-?" The half-elf let the question hang in the air. Even despite having learned where children actually come from some time ago she was still mildly embarrassed talking about the subject, even with her husband.
"I'd most certainly expect that she does at this point," said Ulric as he took a quick sip from his cup, "or at the very least she's trying. In all honesty the thought of it fills me with both joy and trepidation."
"I can easily picture you being a father," said Emilia as the thought of a baby Rem or Ulric danced through her head, "But what is it that makes you uneasy about that?"
"My responsibilities," said Ulric as he pointed to the large, blue cape and crown he'd left on the couch nearby, "naturally I'll need an heir in time, but my situation is far different from my own Father's. In fact it's also rather different from a few of the Lugnican kings that came before me."
"You're not the first king to have multiple wives," Emilia pointed out, "at least not from what I've read. Though having six wives is a bit difficult even if you weren't king."
"I've come to consider it a blessing in many forms," said Ulric, "you, Rem, Frederica, Crusch and the others are all wonderful women who deserve happiness. Though I never would've predicted you'd all choose me as the one to make you happy. 'Tis one of the few reasons I enjoy being king is that I can provide each of you with everything you need."
"You talk as if we really need a castle or mansion to live in," said Emilia, "I was able to survive out in the woods with Puck for a long time and I was perfectly happy with my little home in a tree. And Rem would be just as happy living in a rundown cottage as she would the castle, so don't go overboard thinking you have to pamper us every step of the way."
"I suppose you did get lost a fair bit the first couple of weeks here," said Ulric, chuckling at the memory as Emilia gave him a playful pout. "Though you learned your way around eventually. And you've learned even more recipes."
"Oh, that's all thanks to Frederica and Rem," said Emilia, perking back up as the two of them finished the last of their meal, "I always had a hard time grasping how to do eggs since there weren't a lot of them in the forest I lived in. And with Ram and Rem cooking all the meals at the mansion, I was jut never curious enough to find out. But when I heard that cooking breakfast for my husband in the morning might make his day easier, I couldn't just sit around and let the others do all the cooking. I want to help you and the people of this kingdom thrive."
"You've already done quite a bit," Ulric pointed out, "your people are free thanks to the dragon's blood and the tensions between elves, humans and demi humans is lower than it's ever been. Even if I made several of the decrees, it was only because you brought them to my attention in the first place. It is thanks to you that the future of this kingdom will be one free of people who fear others based on their appearance alone." Emilia smiled at her husband's praise as a light blush appeared on her cheeks.
"Though speaking of decrees," said Ulric as he stood up and approached the couch where he'd left his cape and crown, "I'd best get going before the work starts to pile up. And you know how Crusch can get when-." He was stopped from speaking as Emilia came up behind him and put a hand on his arm.
"Uh, before you go," said Emilia, somewhat shyly as she held her other hand near her mouth, "I, well, I also want to try." The Knight had a pretty good idea what she was talking about, though he felt it best to clarify, just in case.
"Try what, if I may inquire?" Questioned Ulric as he turned to her and put his hands on her hips.
"I want," Emilia stuttered slightly, looking for the right words to phrase her request, "I want to try making a baby with you. I know I'm still not very experienced at this yet, but hearing how Rem is already trying I just, I just don't want to fall behind."
"There's no need to rush things if you're still uncomfortable about the process," said Ulric as he lifted Emilia's chin up slightly with his hand, "we can go at your pace. Rem and I were already quite comfortable with each other so it's only natural she'd be the first to try and have a child, not that I'm complaining about that."
"I know, I know I should take my time and be sure first," said Emilia, "but at the very least, we should get better at making love with one another. And I'm honestly, just being a little selfish right now." The King simply smiled before moving down and kissing her on the lips, causing Emilia to gasp slightly first before melting into it as she pressed her body against his.
"You're my wife," said Ulric after they parted, "you have as much right to my attention as all the others. So if it is lovemaking you desire." He pulled her into another kiss, this time eliciting a moan from the half-elf girl as she embraced him. She hummed contentedly as he ran his hands down her back, fiddling with some of the string which was holding her outfit closed.
Emilia jumped the slightest bit when Ulric suddenly pulled her top down, revealing her pale breasts. She covered herself on instinct but that didn't stop the knight from moving down to her collarbone as he kissed and nibbled at her flesh. Emilia let out a series of gasps and moans at the contact, her body shuddering slightly as Ulric lowered her down to the couch. He began moving downwards then, trailing kisses down Emilia's front until he got to her breasts.
His hands slid up then and began to knead her soft mounds, getting more gasps from Emilia as she covered his hands with hers. "Ul…..Ulric," she said softly while beginning to pant from her arousal. The Crusader himself was already plenty aroused but decided to continue his ministrations by kissing down her stomach and around her navel area. He then kissed the inside of her thighs where her skin was left exposed by her outfit, causing Emilia to squirm as she let out another gasp.
"Ulric," said Emilia as the Knight moved back up and looked her in the eyes. As expected, they were still unsure but she nodded her ascent anyway. He then reached up into her skirt and moved her panties aside, noting quickly that she'd worn a smaller pair today. The Knight then guided Emilia's hand down to his own trousers. She gripped the zipper lightly for a moment, then tugged and opened the fly, allowing the Crusader's hidden weapon to spring forth.
He looked her in the eye again, waiting to see her decision. Again, Emilia gave her ascent and her husband complied. The Silver-haired girl tensed a little as he entered her but unlike the first time they'd done this she wasn't grimacing in mild pain. Ulric began to pull out before thrusting back into her again, beginning to pick up a little speed and momentum as he went. "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ulric," moaned Emilia as she could feel her mind going more and more blank as the pleasure began to overwhelm her.
The Crusader then opted for a slightly different approach as he pulled her left leg up to rest on his shoulder, making it easier for him to thrust into his wife even faster. Emilia's moans increased in volume as her body shook from the force of her husband's movements. "Ulric, Ulric," said Emilia just barely managing to look up at the King with pleading eyes, "I want you to….release….inside me!" He hardly needed any encouragement as he picked up the pace, thrusting into her less gently than before and causing Emilia's eyes to roll back into her head from the pleasure.
The Knight could already feel her folds tightening around him as both his and her climax neared. Then, with one final thrust, he emptied his seed into his wife who let out a long, loud moan as her body stiffened incredibly from her own climax. Ulric practically collapsed on top of her then, his hands being the only thing keeping him from outright laying on her. "Oh, Ulric," groaned Emilia as she weakly placed a hand on Ulric's cheek, "that was….so wonderful."
"And had I the time, I'd continue this wonderful session of ours," said Ulric as he took her hand and kissed it, "but alas, I have my duties to attend too." He slid out of her then and quickly got himself in order, including zipping up his trousers. Though as he was about to leave, Emilia managed to sit up and hug him from behind.
"I know it's early yet," she said, "but I think I'll go ahead and start thinking of names for the baby. That way, we'll be ready for when the time comes."
"I think that sounds like a wonderful idea," said Ulric as he kissed her on the forehead, "just try not to stress over it too much yet. As you said, it's still quite early."
"In the meantime," said Emilia as she gave him a quick kiss, "we still have our own duties to perform. Take care today, Ulric."
"As much care as I can," said the King with a smirk, "though with who I'm about to see, that might be a little difficult."
A Short Time Later: Castle Training Grounds
"Watch your grip when you switch from one to two-handed!" Ordered Crusch as she and Ulric clashed training swords, "and remember that just because your opponent is using a one-handed weapon doesn't mean they can't still overpower you!" They broke their weapons lock as the green-haired woman quickly assaulted the King with a series of slashes which he parried one after the other, though he was still being pushed back by the ferocity of her strikes. "And keep your footing!"
"That's a challenge you're not making very easy today," said Ulric as he sidestepped one of her more aggressive jabs and countered with an underhand slash. Crusch was forced to backoff a little to block his strike as the two continued to exchange blows. "Moreover, I believe I already apologized for being late."
"You think I'm somewhat upset about the fact that you were late?" Said Crusch as she swung high, forcing Ulric to roll under her attack before bringing his blade up to block her follow-up downward strike, "It's not just about that. Do you have any idea how few times you've been late to your duties?"
"It's not something I've really kept track of," replied Ulric, grunting a bit as they circled each other while keeping their latest weapon's lock, "we've so many other responsibilities that my mind is usually on something else, like the latest report on the condition of the army."
"THEY'RE FINE!" Exclaimed Crusch as she shoved Ulric back before going on the offensive again, "some of the Vollachian training methods we've introduced have been quite successful so far. In time, we'll be able to fight off any invading country without having to rely too much on the dragon. Everything else is proceeding well and there's not much more to report than that!"
"And yet you're upset," observed Ulric as he parried another one of her strikes, "though you said it wasn't just at me being late. Was there something else concerning you about the reason I was late?"
"I was worried something had happened," said Crusch as she knocked Ulric's training sword aside and swung down towards his collarbone. But instead of dodging this time, the Knight simply waited until the wooden weapon stopped just short of hitting him. "You…are the king," said Crusch as she and Ulric were now both breathing heavily, the exhaustion of the session catching up with them, "yet I think you still don't quite grasp the danger that puts you in. People will be after your life now for money, power, a better position or simply to throw this nation into chaos."
"People were more or less after my life before," Ulric pointed out as he gently nudged her training tool aside with his hand, "it was a risk I accepted long ago when I became Emilia's knight. For me, that means it's not much different now than it was before, there are just more people targeting me specifically. However," he quickly pecked Crusch on the lips, "I do apologize for not fully realizing just how worried you'd become over my tardiness." Crusch sighed in response to his statement.
"It's…..it's alright," she said before leaning in and tucking her head under his chin, "I've also been under a lot of stress lately. I was busy as a candidate before but running the military means having to be vigilant both day and night. What's more, this is the most time I've had to spend with you for a while. So I know you had a….relatively….good reason for being late. Just know that I consider my time with you quite precious as well."
"It is something I shall take to heart," said Ulric as he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back so they were looking each other in the eye, "In the meantime, I feel I should at least make it up to you. Anything you have in mind for a good apology?"
A Few Minutes Later: The Royal Bath
"Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah," Crusch practically yelled as she felt Ulric thrust upwards into her as the two of them sat in the bath. The green-haired woman might've been on top, but she wasn't as in control as she thought she'd be upon feeling the knight's first thrust into her womanhood. But soon enough, she didn't care as Ulric held onto her hips to steady her while she held onto his shoulders, her fair-sized breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust from her husband. "I really shouldn't….let you off….so-AAAAAAHHHH!"
Her words were interrupted by the Crusader increasing his pace as he rammed into her even harder, causing the duchess's back to arch as she lost her grip on his shoulders, just barely catching his arms as she nearly fell back. In all honesty she only had herself to blame for Ulric's zeal in punishing her entrance. After all, she made it clear he didn't have to be as gentle with her as he was with Emilia or Rem. Though as she looked up at the ceiling now with her mind going blank from the pleasure, she realized not for the first time that she'd failed to account for her own lack of experience in the art of lovemaking. Experience that her husband had clearly gained far more of as he suddenly moved his hands to her rear and hoisted her up, continuing his relentless thrusting into her womb.
She reflexively locked her legs around her Husband's waist, her breathing heavy as she tried and failed to pull herself up towards him. But her arms lacked the strength as her body continued to weaken from the pleasure entering it. Fortunately, Ulric still had enough strength as he used one arm to pull her up towards him into a passionate kiss without hardly breaking the stride of his thrusts into her. She moaned into the kiss before lulling her head to the side slightly to whisper, or whisper what she could, into Ulric's ear.
"Ulric, Ulric my love, I'm close, so very close," she panted as the feeling inside of her body was reaching its apex. The Knight's answer to this was to increase his pace to its fastest yet as Crusch felt her body tense up under the assault. Then, with a final long yell, Crusch Karnstein climaxed as her body went rigid for several moments before falling completely limp. The two collapsed into the bath then, panting heavily.
"Was that….a satisfactory….apology," questioned Ulric between ragged breaths.
"I suppose I can….forgive you this time," replied Crusch tiredly as she pulled herself off of him and snuggled up against his side, "but don't think….this will work every time."
"Well I'll pray that such a day is far off," said Ulric, "though I'll try not to be late next time. Though you should recall, I am a king and a husband to more than one woman. The latter of which, was yours and my other wives idea."
"Yes, I do recall," said Crusch with a sigh as she leaned her head on his shoulder, "it simply eats at me some days that the others are able to spend more time with you than I can."
"I can always grant you a position that would allow us to see each other more often," suggested Ulric, "admittedly it'd be a mild abuse of power to do so but one I don't think anyone would really raise an issue over."
"You're probably right," said Crusch, "but I accepted the position and the responsibilities that came with it. That includes putting my own personal feelings aside for the greater good of the kingdom."
"And what would you say if the king considered your happiness part of the greater good for the kingdom?" Questioned Ulric.
"I'd say his highness is too kind," replied Crusch, "I will fulfill my duties as promised and make the sacrifices that I must. But, should the burden become too heavy on me one day, I might consider such an offer."
"Such a day is likely a long way off with how strong you are," said Ulric, "so if that is your decision, I'll continue to make the most of our spare moments together."
"For the happiness of everyone in the kingdom then," said Crusch as the two shared a quick kiss, "and I look forward to our next meeting."
Almost Noon: Office of the King
While Ulric had enjoyed learning to read and write the language of Lugnica, there was something decidedly less enjoyable about using that knowledge to fill out documents. He knew each and every one of them was important, to one degree or another, but as a soldier, knight and Crusader it felt more than a little odd for him to be sitting down filling out paperwork for hours at a time. Even despite being king for a couple years now, he still found it hard to ignore his battle instincts that told him not to sit still for too long or to check his surroundings. Though part of the reason for the slightly larger pile in his work was also due to him spending a little more time than usual with his wives today.
'It makes me glad I awoke early this morning,' he thought as he signed and passed off another document, 'I might not have gotten here before noon otherwise. Though that's about the closest I have to an actual complaint when it comes to my wives wanting affection. God willing, I'll always be able to give them the affection they ask for.' "Your highness," said the voice of Ram, breaking him from his thoughts as she entered the room, "how is the work proceeding?"
"At it's usual pace, for one such as me anyway," said Ulric without hardly looking up from the current document he was filling out, "Though I do wonder how much faster I'd be able to proceed if a fair number of these documents weren't in relation to the extravagant tastes of two of my wives?"
"You knew very well the types of people they were when you married them," Ram pointed out, "though it doesn't surprise me that they swayed you to do so. Even as a King, you're still very much the same half-baked knight who came to Roswaal's mansion those few years ago."
"And you're every bit the sharp-witted maid I met a few years ago," said Ulric, "though Rem prefers that I call you sister these days."
"I politely request that you refrain from doing so," said Ram, "the reminder that one such as you is now related to me in any form could possibly make me empty the contents of my stomach despite how little is in it at the moment."
"So you really haven't gotten around to lunch yet," said Ulric, "I believe Frederica was supposed to be cooking today, so how about this: if you assist me with this current assortment of documents I'll allow you an extended lunch period. Does that sound like a fair trade?"
"And how much would you extend my lunch period," questioned Ram, "hopefully it will be in equal measure to the time I must take out of my own duties to assist you."
"Would an extra fifteen to twenty minutes suffice?" Questioned Ulric, "It's not much, but as you said you do have your own duties to perform." Ram seemed to ponder the matter for a moment before answering.
"Grant me an extra half an hour," said Ram, "I'll go no lower than that."
"As you wish," Ulric said with a laugh, "Then let us finish up these documents so that we both can enjoy a little respite."
"Just know that I don't intend to make this a habit," said Ram as she pulled up a chair and took an extra ink bottle and quill, "I must set an example for the other maids below me. It won't do if they think they can get out of more work by helping you shirk your own duties."
"I'm still doing what is required of me," Ulric pointed out as the two of them worked on the documents, "and I wouldn't trust just any of the maids or other staff to assist me with this. You're one of a handful of people who I'd even allow to touch a single one of these documents let alone fill them out."
"It's only natural you'd feel that way," said Ram as she proceeded at a surprisingly quick, efficient pace through the paperwork that belied her usual work ethic back at Roswaal's mansion, "I am perfectly trustworthy. And while I might not fully approve of you as my sister's husband, I cannot deny that you make her happier than I've ever seen her. That, at the very least, warrants some occasional assistance from me."
"And that's more than enough for me," said Ulric, "thank you again for your help with this." Ram simply nodded as the two continued their work on the documents.
Lunchtime: The Royal Dining Room
Thanks to Ram's help, Ulric had managed to put a much larger dent in the paperwork than he'd expected due to his later than usual start. There was still much to go through, but he now had enough time to spare that he wouldn't have to worry about hurrying through his lunch. Although his concerns about time immediately went to the back of his mind upon walking in and viewing the scene before him. "W-What," stammered the King, "Frederica, what are you doing?"
"Why preparing lunch, my king," said Frederica, feigning ignorance as she turned to him with a smile while still pushing around a serving of meat in a hot pan.
"You know that's not what I mean," said Ulric with a slight sigh as he pointed at his wife's choice of 'wardrobe'. "I want to know why in the world you are wearing an apron, and nothing else?"
"Oh, you mean this," said Frederica as she indicated the white apron, the only thing currently covering her body, "I've heard this is called 'the naked apron', and according Ram and Rem it's a fantasy that apparently many men have. Do you not like it?"
"Of course I like it," said Ulric as he crossed his arms, "it perfectly suits your playful nature and the apron accentuates the curves of your wonderful form. And that's also the problem. What if one of the other knights had come walking in here and saw you like this?"
"Given that this is your private dining room I doubt that'd be a problem," said Frederica as she set the now ready food on the table, "though if it did happen I'd probably just shift to my beast form and scare them away. Or at the very least deny them that which only my husband is allowed to see."
"A fair point, still," said Ulric as he sat down at the table, "I am curious what brought this on?"
"Now that should be obvious," said Frederica as she stood behind him and put her hands on his shoulders before leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, "you've been making love to the others today. It's only natural I'd get a little worked up over that and begin hungering for your touch."
"I don't doubt this," said Ulric, trying to keep himself composed as he took a couple bites of food, "though I must ask, have you eaten yet? It won't be a terribly good session of lovemaking if we're both fighting hunger pangs."
"You needn't worry," said Frederica as she stole and ate a small piece of fruit off the Crusader's plate, "I had a bit to eat while I was cooking. You just enjoy your lunch for a bit."
"As you say," said Ulric, doing as she suggested by cleaning the contents of his plate while taking the occasional swig of non-alcoholic grape juice. Even now he didn't believe he should be drinking as his services as the King could be called upon at any time, much like when he was a knight. Though that too went to the back of his mind when Frederica suddenly moved in front of him, straddling his waist as she sat in his lap.
"I think I have an idea for the last of this," said Frederica, her eyes giving off a mischievous glint as she grabbed the remainder of Ulric's meat strips off his plate and put some in her mouth. She then pulled her Husband in for a deep kiss, their tongues dancing as she transferred the food into his mouth. She pulled back then, smiling as she took another bite of meat, before 'accidentally' dropping it on the tops of her breasts. "Oh, how clumsy of me."
"Yes indeed," said Ulric, already catching her hint as he buried his head in her breasts, eliciting a gasp from Frederica which quickly turned into a pleased moan as he ran his tongue and lips along her mounds. The Half Beast girl was quick to release the strings holding the top of her apron on, allowing Ulric free access to her breasts as he sucked on her right nipple hungrily before moving on to her left, all the while his hands were also at work, kneading her mounds or squeezing her shapely rear. Frederica let out a surprised yelp when Ulric bit into her nipple a little, but it soon turned into another moan of pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his head.
"Ulric," cooed Frederica between moans as she reached down and undid his trousers, "Ulric, I want it."
"Want what," questioned the Knight cheekily as he worked his way up her neck, "there are several things I could give you right now."
"You know what I want," said Frederica as she began to pant, the heat rising in her core, "please." The King simply smirked slightly at that before whispering in her ear.
"Say it," he lightly commanded, his breath tickling her ear as it caused her to squirm, "tell me what you want me to do to you."
"I want you to take me on this table right now," said Frederica, no longer able to wait, "I want you to ravish me until my mind goes blank, and then keep going." That was all the initiative he needed before pushing aside the contents on the table and kissing Frederica hungrily as she fell back on the furniture. He wasted no time in positioning himself then before ramming into her, getting a loud moan as he began thrusting back and forth at an incredibly quick pace. Frederica's response to this was to moan even louder as a pained but happy smile formed on her face.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," gasped Frederica, "ravage me my king! Ruin me!" She grasped his arms which were holding tightly to her thighs, her body shaking with each thrust as her breasts bounced freely. So intense were the Knight's thrusts that the two feared the table might give way, not that that was going to slow them down. In fact, Ulric was only going faster and harder as Frederica's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her mouth began to hang open. Her mind was going blank, enveloped by the pleasure of her Husband's lovemaking as her body grew limp.
It got to the point where she couldn't even moan as her body tensed up then. "Ulric," she managed to gasp out, "I'm almost-almost-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" She climaxed then, her yell of pure ecstasy filling up the room as her husband also climaxed, filling her womb up with his release. The two just remained where they were for several moments after that, both breathing heavily from the exertion.
Ulric then used what strength he had left to pull Frederica off of the table and back into his lap as the half-beast girl draped herself over him lazily. "Oh Ulric," cooed Frederica softly as she rested her head next to his neck, "you really have learned, how rough I like it sometimes."
"I'll admit my reluctance during our first couple of sessions making love," replied Ulric, "I'd thought your lack of experience meant the same thing for you as it did for some of the others. But you knew right from the start what you wanted and how much you could endure. So I'm happy to hear that I'm capable of giving you that now."
"I never said I didn't enjoy our first times together," said Frederica as she shifted and placed her forehead against his while cupping his cheek, "I'm just saying you no longer need me to direct you as much. We've both become far more experienced at loving than we used to be, so don't hold back in telling me what you want either, my Husband."
"I'll remember that," said Ulric as he gave Frederica a quick kiss. She smiled in response before laying her head back on his shoulder. It would be another few minutes before either of them felt like getting up again.
An Hour Later: One of the Castle's Many Hallways
'Well this report seems promising so far,' thought the King as he walked down the hallway at a pace that, while leisurely, clearly had a purpose. 'No major activity to note along our Northern border and the Southern border is more secure than its ever been. Trade with Kararagi in the west is also-.' Ulric slowed down for a moment as he felt a sudden presence. A shadow moved in the hallway behind him then, small but swift as it rapidly approached.
The Knight turned then, his arm raised as it blocked a powerful kick before he pushed back. His assailant backflipped away a couple of feet and landed in a crouched position. "You know, Felt, this part of the hallway has the fewest hiding spots to strike from," said Ulric, "if you're going to ambush me, further up near the war room would actually be better."
"I've tried there before, remember," said the former thief as she stood up and relaxed her stance with a hand on her hip, "you were able to avoid my attack from the corner."
"Only because you rushed out just a second too soon," Ulric pointed out, "I'm certain Reinhard's been teaching you about patience."
"Yeah, he has," said Felt as she put her hands behind her head, "and I'll get there at some point, I guess. Anyway, where ya headin'?"
"Call it a business meeting of sorts," said Ulric as he began walking with Felt quickly falling into step by him, "I'll be discussing the state of trade between Lugnica and Kararagi. Those merchants don't hardly seem to let a contract settle before trying to draw up a new one."
"Oh," said Felt as she covered her mouth to hide a knowing grin, "and just how do you plan on persuading the head merchant to leave the good stuff as is?"
"My skill at negotiation has grown to a relative degree from what it was," said Ulric, "I should be able to devise a solution that will benefit the both of us. What about you? Anything to report from the underworld?"
"Well Julius and the Iron Fang have finished their raids on that criminal organization from Vollachia," said Felt, "and word has it that the underboss of the slums is going underground for a while, so we won't be hearing from him for a good bit. Fortunately, that means we can relocate some of our spies to other areas of concern around the kingdom and even send a couple out to gather intel on the other countries."
"That's good news," said Ulric with a nod, "and what about your side project? I understand you've had some success putting many people in the slums to work."
"It's slow for now," said Felt, "but there are a lot of people there with untapped potential. Give them a little time to develop their skills and you'll have a few more people in the labor force, the military and the spy network who already have developed survival skills."
"Like finding diamonds in the rough," mused Ulric, "well I see no reason for it to stop now at this stage, so carry on and see what results you can obtain from it."
"Got it," said Felt with a little salute before stopping at a turn in the hall, "anyway, that's all I've got for my report today. Anything else you think you might need from me?"
"Not at the moment," said Ulric, "take a break if you need one and then proceed with your other duties. Oh and Spymaster Felt, good work."
"No need to get mushy with me, I'm not one of your wives," said Felt with a dismissive wave, though she was smiling despite herself, "but it's good to hear you recognize my hard work from time to time. Now I need to get going. Good luck negotiating the shit out of the head merchant, I'm sure she'll take everything you give her."
"You make it sound like I've only thought of one approach for dealing with her," said Ulric, "I promise you I 'am' a better negotiator than I used to be."
"Oh I'm not denying that," said Felt with a grin, "I just know she's better at it in general. Good luck." With that, the little blonde turned and hurried down the hallway as the King let out a sigh. 'Let's hope I'm as prepared for negotiation as I claim to be,' he thought.
Later: The Quarters of Anastasia Hoshin
"You know…..Ah…..this isn't exactly….ah….negotia-AAAAAAHHH!" Cried Anastasia in pleasure as she climaxed for a second time. Ulric was currently holding her up from behind with his hands under her thighs, keeping her feet from touching the floor as he penetrated her entrance repeatedly. As for the merchant girl herself, she was doing her best to stay steady by holding her arms high and holding onto the knight behind her. Or at least she was doing her best to hold on as she was bounced up and down repeatedly, already weak from an earlier orgasm.
"In your own words," grunted Ulric as he continued to thrust up into the naked woman he was holding, "we're exchanging services. You agree to a few certain conditions, and I give you a pleasurable time."
"That's less negotiation," said Anastasia breathlessly between moans, "and more briber-AAAAAAAAAHHH!" Her body shook as she climaxed a third time. As much as she wanted to regret teaching Ulric about reading body language, she honestly couldn't complain when he was using it to make her feel so good.
"Is it bribery when we're married, I wonder," said Ulric, taking full advantage of the fact that his wife was still sensitive after her last orgasm to thrust into her even more. Of all his wives, she was surprisingly the easiest one to bring to climax. The King surmised some time ago that this was a result of her spending too much time finding pleasure in business and almost no time exploring, other, areas of interest. And while he wouldn't call it an advantage, it had its uses when she was trying to be intentionally difficult.
"Could you…..could you just let me….take a break," gasped Anastasia as she could feel another climax coming, "I don't know…how much more I can take."
"You'd like a break," grunted Ulric, "you know what you have to do."
"But I….I don't….it's too embarrassing," moaned the purple-haired girl as her eyes rolled further and further back into her head. In all honesty her mind was going blank. Before long she'd have difficulty forming a coherent thought at all.
"You do it, or you agree to the terms I set out for you," said Ulric as he lightly bit and sucked on Anastasia's neck, "those are my conditions."
"All…..al-right…..alright I'll say it," she finally agreed, currently unable to think of another way, "I'm yours Ulric…..I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours so please….fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" This was all the encouragement Ulric needed as he thrust into Anastasia even more intensely, finally feeling his own climax approaching. Then, with a final groan of effort, he released inside of his wife as she let out her loudest cry yet, her body practically convulsing from her own climax. She went limp then, breathing heavily as Ulric slipped out of her and laid her down on the bed as gently as he could.
"You really….don't play fair," said Anastasia, rolling over slowly to face him, currently unable to completely erase the look of euphoria from her features, "why do I…keep letting you…talk me into these?"
"You know very well…why you let yourself," said Ulric while laying next to her. He'd gotten rid of a fair number of his royal garments, leaving him in little more than a simple shirt and his pants which he'd just finished putting back on. "Business between a husband and wife is always a little different than business between two merchants. You knew that when you brought up the idea of us getting married."
"Yes, I did indeed," admitted Anastasia as she shifted and looked up at the ceiling, "and I don't regret it one bit. Money would've never been able to buy me the love of a man like you, at least not genuine love. Of course, I'm still a pretty greedy girl. I know I agreed to share you with everyone else, but I honestly wish I could just keep you all to myself."
"As the king I can arrange many things," said Ulric, "but I doubt even I could make such circumstances happen."
"I know that's how it's got to be," said Anastasia as she snuggled up under his arm while putting her own arms around his waist, "I just have to sate my greed with you when I can and find other ways to entertain myself during my usual transactions. Thanks to you allowing the Hoshin Company to expand so much in Lugnica I am pretty busy. But now that I have a husband to go back too, I feel less of a need to play around like I used too. It's both refreshing and frustrating at the same time."
"You can blame me for some of that if you'd like," said Ulric as he lightly rubbed her bare back with his hand, "Even I never expected we'd grow as close as we have. Rem, Emilia, and Frederica are understandable but to think I found a common ground with you, Crusch and even the likes of Priscilla. It's a question I ask God about every day, how did things turn out this way?"
"Maybe we'll figure it out one day," said Hoshin with a yawn as she snuggled up against him, "in the meantime, all that pounding you did has made me kinda tired. Would ya mind sleepin' here with me for a bit?"
"I wouldn't mind that at all," said Ulric, "though there is still the small matter of-."
"Fine, I'll tell them it's okay to use the main route so long as we carry things in regular-sized carts," Hoshin groaned softly, "It would probably be better for regular foot traffic anyway. I'll draw up the rest of the contract when I wake back up."
"So glad we could come to an agreement on that," said Ulric with a smile as he kissed the top of Anastasia's head.
"Just don't think a good fuck is all you need to make me agree every time," said Anastasia, "If I think it's worth arguin' over, I won't budge."
"Then it's a good thing I can pick you up and carry you," joked Ulric as Anastasia gave him a look between amusement and annoyance. "But, of course, I understand what you mean."
"Just try to wake me in a little bit if you don't happen to fall asleep yourself," said Anastasia as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against her husband. The King decided now was probably a good time for a short break anyway. He was going to need more than a little energy to deal with his next wife.
Sunset: The Office of the King
Ulric let out a small sigh as he finished up another stack of paperwork. Ram's help earlier had indeed been invaluable for keeping him on schedule that day, but the work of the ruler was never entirely done. While all the major matters for that day had more or less been attended too, there were still a number of minor issues that required his approval or at least needed to cross his desk first before being sent on. The Knight found himself, not for the first time, envisioning what it might be like to throw several of the less important documents up into the air and slice them to ribbons. Though such an action would hardly be becoming of a king, so after taking a moment to clear his thoughts Ulric proceeded to the next stack of documents.
At least that had been the plan until the door to his office was suddenly kicked open. "There you are Husband!" Declared Priscilla as she pointed her fan at him, "it's long past due for my turn to spend time with you, so prepare!"
"Hello Priscilla," said Ulric calmly as he set his quill down, while also discreetly taking his hand off the sword he had hidden below the desk. His reflexive action to the door being kicked open was an old instinct drilled into him and something that he intended to keep utilizing given the inherent dangers of his position. "I heard you had Al wandering around the market looking for you again today. I'm starting to think it'll be necessary to send out a small protection duty just to give him a hand in keeping track of you."
"Oh, such a way to show your affection for me," said Priscilla as she walked around to his side of the desk, her fan held loosely in her hand, "but you should already know by now that I can handle myself quite well. Though you yourself should really try to make it out to the market with me more often, or I might start to get the wrong idea."
"You know I venture out when I can," said Ulric as he turned towards her, "but being the King on top of having six wives leaves me little time for long, leisurely strolls out in the capital."
"Bah," said Priscilla as she closed her fan quickly, "you are the King, you can go out whenever you please and your work can come when the mood strikes you. Honestly, you still think too much like a knight some days."
"I have been a knight much longer than I've been the King," Ulric pointed out, "though if it pleases you, we could go to the throne room and I can shout some orders."
"That might please me if this weren't our private time together," replied Priscilla as she laid her fan down on Ulric's desk and leaned forward, "and while I personally think you'd be better off devoting all of your time to me, I respect the others enough now that I can accept this small moment." She took his face in her hands then and pulled him forward as the two locked lips. They made out for several moments with Priscilla quickly tiring of her more awkward position and moving to her Husband's lap.
"And would you mind telling me, what would please you now?" Questioned Ulric as they finally parted for air. His wife seemed to dwell on the matter as she sat there with her arms around him.
"Well," she finally said, "it is my understanding that you've ravaged all of your other wives today, so I wish for something similar. However," She stood up then, "since you decided to make me the last one, I shall not permit you to enter my folds."
"Then, uh, what would you have me do?" Questioned Ulric, "am I merely to ravage you with my eyes?"
"I said you may not enter my folds," repeated Priscilla as she undid the bottom half of her dress and tossed it over by the wall, "but there is one other entrance you may use." She emphasized her point by slowly pulling down her black panties, her hands caressing her smooth rear.
"I can always count on you to have slightly more odd requests when it comes to our relationship," said Ulric as he stood up, "though I must ask if you are sure about this?"
"As I said earlier, I can handle myself," said Priscilla, "do not expect me to fold like Anastasia or melt in your embrace like Emilia. I can endure your average piece of manhood."
"It may be average," said Ulric as he pulled her close, "but so long as it pleases my wives, that is enough." He kissed her again, this time moving one of his hands to grope her voluptuous breasts, eliciting a small moan from the blond woman as they continued to make out. While they were doing so, the red-eyed woman reached down and swiftly undid the fly on his trousers as her hand skillfully pulled out her Husband's member. They separated from the kiss then as Priscilla bent down and put her hands on his desk.
"Now show me, my king, if you really are mighty," said Priscilla playfully as she stuck out her rear. Ulric said nothing, deciding instead to show her with action as he got behind her, placed his hands on her plump ass and shoved his member inside of her hole. His wife let out a pained gasp as her fingers curled slightly on the desk, but she quickly shot him a look that said 'don't you dare ease up'. And so the Knight took her up on that challenge and began thrusting into her hind end as Priscilla fought to keep herself quiet.
It would quickly prove to be a losing battle as she let out another pained gasp, then another and another as Ulric found a comfortable rhythm and began to increase the speed and force steadily. "Don't think," gasped out Priscilla, "this will be…enough." Again her Husband answered her with his actions as he thrust into her even faster and more deeply, causing Priscilla to let out a loud moan as her arms started to weaken. "I….I can take it….I can take it…..so more, give me more!"
Ulric's answer to that was to lean forward and pull the top of her dress down, surprising his wife as he groped her breasts from behind while also pressing his body to hers. He did not stop his assault on her rear as he did so, instead choosing to increase his pace even more. By this point, Priscilla could no longer hold in her moans of pleasure as her arms started to give way and her legs began to buckle. "Is…..Is this," Priscilla struggled to say, "all you…..HAAAAAAH!"
A sudden jolt of pleasure rocked her body as Ulric thrusted into her with full speed, no longer bothering to show any mercy while pinching his wife's nipples on top of kneading her breasts. Talking was now almost impossible for Priscilla as her body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, making her also unable to hold herself up any longer. This wouldn't prove to be a problem, however, as Ulric instead forced her front down on his desk and grabbed both of her arms, pulling on them for leverage as he continued to pound her backside incessantly. "Oh…..that's it…that's it," she said suddenly, "Such power…such force! This is the might….of a king!"
"If that's what you want to call it," said Ulric as he continued to thrust into her, "would it help if I told you to submit?"
"T-Tell me I'm your queen," gasped Priscilla, "the one and only….queen you'll ravage."
"That would be a lie," grunted Ulric, "but you are one of my queens, and if it pleases you, I shall ravage you with all my might!" Priscilla wanted to say more but found she couldn't as the Knight was now pounding into her as hard and as fast as he could go, causing her to tense up as she felt her climax approaching.
"My…..MY KIIIIIIIIIIING!" Exclaimed Priscilla as her entire body shook with her release. At nearly the same time, Ulric released inside of her hole. It was obviously different from releasing inside of a womb, but it was a place to release nonetheless. He let go of his Wife's arms then as she as they fell lazily in front of her. "Yes, yes that's what I like. A stern man who doesn't let up until he gets what he wants."
"Is that so," said Ulric as he suddenly looped an arm under her right leg and raised it up a bit while also snaking his other arm underneath her left side, turning her body a little to grope her breast. "If that is really the case, then I must wonder: should I accept that you wouldn't let me into your womb like my other queens did, or should I demand more?"
"I asked you to show me that you are mighty," said Priscilla as she turned somewhat to face him, "what do you think a mighty king would do?"
"I know what I would do," replied Ulric, "but I think what you want me to do, is this!" He thrust into her folds then, causing Priscilla to gasp then as she threw her head back slightly. "You always love to play these kinds of games so tell me, is this the ravaging you really wanted from your mighty king."
"I….I shouldn't," moaned Priscilla, "I said you couldn't….enter my folds."
"And would a mighty king always listen to you, or take the hint of what you really want?!" Exclaimed Ulric as he began pounding her womanhood incessantly. Priscilla's eyes quickly rolled to the back of her head as her moans once again filled his office space. She tried gripping the desk with her left hand but found she had no strength, instead having to rely on Ulric's arm around her waist and his other holding her leg to keep her up. But this proved only to stimulate her more as the thought of being ravaged by the king of the land excited her.
"Yes," she finally said, "yes…my mighty king knows what is his. Take me….take what is yours!" Cried Priscilla as she felt her body tensing up yet again from the relentless thrusting that was going into her folds. They'd played this little game before but Ulric didn't always catch on to what she was thinking. Thankfully, he'd gotten spot on with what she wanted today and the blond was loving every second of it.
With what strength the she had left, Priscilla reached up with her other arm and pulled Ulric into a passionate kiss, her moans being stifled but not ceasing."Tell me my queen," grunted Ulric as they broke their kiss, "are you close?"
"I-I am," moaned Priscilla, "please…as hard as you can…dominate me my king!" Ulric did just that as he shifted both of his arms around her waist and thrust into her with all the remaining strength he had left as the red-eyed woman felt her end nearing. And then, with one final resounding yell, Priscilla climaxed which was followed shortly after by her husband filling up her womb with his seed. She collapsed onto his desk then as the knight pulled out of her and sank into his chair, summoning up just enough energy to put his member back in his trousers.
"And that," said Priscilla breathlessly, "is why I don't mind being the wife of a king like you."
"I've pointed out before how different our viewpoints are," said Ulric, "and even now I'm not certain I understand what joy you find in us dancing around each other like this."
"Oh certainly you remember, my king," said Priscilla as she managed to push herself off the desk, heading over to retrieve the bottom of her dress, "I am always seeking little amusements from this world. Our ability to make sweet, passionate love despite our many differences in view is something that has come to amuse me a great deal. I also chose to marry you because being the wife of the king, was something that would most assuredly be amusing. Though even if you weren't the king, I believe our matrimony would still be amusing."
"I'm simply happy to hear you love me for more than just my status," said Ulric, "it seems it wasn't a waste of time to debate the nature of the world with you."
"Why the world has operated in a way that has given me everything I could possibly want," said Priscilla as she finished fixing her dress and picked up her fan, "including a married life like no other. I doubt I'd find another noble in this land with a harem that's treated as well as you treat your wives." She leaned down and gave him one last kiss on the lips then before turning to go. "Now then, I must find Al. He still has the bags of my many purchases from today."
With that, Priscilla proceeded out the door, straightening some of her hair that had fallen out of place. Were it not for the musky smell of lovemaking on her, one might not even have known what had just occurred. As for Ulric, he leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh. 'In all honesty I'm not sure what's more tricky some days, Priscilla. Running an entire country, or you.' It would be one of a dozen thoughts that would repeat itself in his head as he reluctantly got back to the rest of his paperwork.
Nighttime: The Royal Bedchambers
The day had finally come to an end with Ulric managing to get the worst of the work out of the way. Naturally there'd be a fresh pile tomorrow but hopefully slightly less substantial. Either way, the only thing that kept Ulric from falling asleep immediately upon his head hitting the pillow was the presence of Crusch Karnstein. It was her turn to sleep in bed with him that night, and she made sure he wouldn't fall asleep before cuddling with her.
Despite his exhaustion, the King couldn't help but be amused with his Wife's request, thinking how cute she was when she dropped her professionalism for a short time. It didn't take long before the two of them were both fast asleep, though, trying to focus on calming thoughts and not the next day where their duties would see them separated again. Though even that fled Ulric's mind when he felt a strange sensation, one he knew well. His eyes shot upon as he sat bolt upright and looked around him.
He was still in his own bed but Crusch was nowhere to be seen. Though he imagined that was because she wasn't experiencing what he was experiencing. The Knight could only imagine how she'd react if she woke up to suddenly find her bed in a large, grassy field. "Ah, you've finally fallen asleep at last," said a smug female voice that filled the King with a mixture of fear and annoyance, "now you didn't think quite all of your royal duties were over for the evening, did you?"
"Hello, Echidna," said Ulric with a sigh as he looked to his right to see her sipping tea at her usual table, "to what do I owe this visit? I don't recall having done much of anything today that might've warranted your attention."
"Oh it's not exactly my attention you attracted," said Echidna with her usual, knowing smile, "I just realized it's been a little while since our last bit of, intimacy. That's why I decided to tag along."
"So you must mean," Ulric started to say before he felt a pair of cold arms wrap around his waist from behind as a woman in a dark hood whispered into his ear.
"I love you," she said, "I love you, and I want you, to love me tonight."
"Satella," said Ulric as he put a hand over hers, "while it's always an interesting experience to see you, are you sure this couldn't wait until tomorrow night? I've had something of a tiring day."
"Why do you think she's here in the first place," said Echidna as she stood up, "this was one of those days where you managed to make love to all of your wives. It's only natural the Witch of Envy would get a little, jealous."
"Ulric," whispered Satella in his ear as her left hand went down towards his waist, "I love you. Please, let me make love to you." The King knew that despite the gentleness of her voice, denying the Witch of Envy when she was like this could have some potentially, painful, repercussions.
"I suppose I won't be leaving until I do," said Ulric as his eyes shifted to Echidna, "and do you wish to be next?"
"Why your highness," said Echidna as she pulled a string on her dress, causing it to fall and disappear, "surely you're aware that you can ravage us both, at the same time."
"I was afraid you were going to say that," said Ulric with a sigh. It would turn out to be a very long night for the ruler of Lugnica. And he wondered, not for the first time, if Solomon ever felt like this. Being the King, was a far more unorthodox experience than he ever could've imagined, though it had its moments.
Whew, and there we have it, the longest short story yet. Again, try to remember this is my first time posting a chapter like this, so keep that in mind when making constructive criticism. Now then, I'll once again repeat that I am going on vacation starting this week and I won't be back until next week. So while the possibility exists that I might be able to post something next week, it's best not to expect anything next week for now. In the meantime, feel free to let me know what you liked/disliked, suggestions for improvement and of course, remember to send your requests for future short stories. 'Til then.