Breathing Kiron back in and replacing him with the buffer hero, sending him off to join Phillip so he can tell him how to use his power, together with the skitterlings that should hopefully serve to blunt any organized opposition left at this point.
In fact, you have just decided you require entertainment for the night, and your little bride should do for this quite well. Calling her to the command room through your telepathic connection, you go ahead and open the secret room beside it, beckoning her inside once she arrives.
"This is the room controlling the traps scattered all throughout the Fortress." As you speak you gesture towards the miniature version of the Fortress. "Each of these little switches lets one block of stone fall right onto a hallway. I've been using it to menace the human soldiers a bit, but tonight... tonight you will join me in doing exactly that."
Lana gulps a bit, her eyes drifting to the side a little. "Are you really sure I have to? I mean, I assumed you'd prefer to do the cool stuff yourself, hahaha..."
You just smile at her. "Oh no, my dear, you will be helping me flip all these switches today. And while we're at it, we may as well have a little fun as we condemn our enemies to ignoble deaths en masse."
True to your words, you circle around her, pressing your body against the back of hers so as to trap her against the trap board. Murmuring straight into her ear, you narrate what you're doing as you lay your hands over hers and have her flick. The. Switches.
Of course, you also idly rub yourself against her, her bouncy backside getting you hard in no time, a fact she clearly notices, judging by the fact she tenses up and becomes much more twitchy. Though you are quite surprised when one of her twitches has her turn the switch she is currently using under your guidance not from inert to smash, but rather leave it halfway there, the little bar of metal jutting straight upwards... only to flip to 'down' on its own moments later.
You wonder what that just did?
Interlude
Bravely advancing towards where they heard the clashing of weapons, Joseph was filled with pride at the men making up their vanguard, weapons at the ready and prepared to lay down their lifes if that's what it took to defend their homes and families.
Only to be turned into a fine paste the moment they passed under one of these dastardly traps, the thing almost seeming to wait until victims were passing by before activating. This new behaviour rather startled some of the men, and by 'startle' Joseph meant they threw down their weapons and turned tail, screaming 'Fuck this shit' at the top of their lungs.
Not that he could disagree. Fuck this shit indeed.
Either way, you just keep on using this new 'halfway' feature for now, well away from where your own forces are reported to be, all the while slowly grinding your erection against Lana's butt. A good time is had by all, especially once she begins to stammer, forgetting all about what the two of you are doing in the meanwhile.
It isn't too long until you receive the all clear from your soul thrall, signifying that yes, your soldiers have successfully taken over the entirety of the Border Fortress. Smaller pockets of resistance are still being stamped out, but by and large there's no enemies left.
Naturally, you have a horny little bride right there, still rubbing her ass against you, so... Like hell are you going to just let go of her. Carefully going over the little switchboard, you flick all traps to 'off', whirling the confused little morsel in your arms around to face you.
"Looks like we've won, sweetie." Not giving her a chance to react, you press a deep, strong kiss on her lips, invading her mouth with your tongue. Once you're satisfied, you give her own tongue one last lick as you pull out, only to put your hands on her shoulders and push her down, gently.
Taking in her panting face, you smile at her as you pull your pants off, letting your hard dick wave in front of her, her eyes immediately tracking it.
"Go on ahead," you drawl amusedly, "feel free to give me a kiss back."
Her eyes seeking out yours, she does just that, giving your tip a smooch. Of course she's not slow on the uptake, no matter how she may seem sometimes, and so she doesn't stop there. Instead, she continues to kiss your cock all over, working her way down the shaft and back up on the other side.
Once she's back at your head, she starts out pressing yet another kiss on it, but keeps on pushing forwards as her lips slowly part to take your cock into her mouth, her tongue lavishing attention onto every inch on the way.
Once she reaches the back of her mouth, however, she stops rather than trying to gag herself on you... only to look up at you with big, pleading eyes. Chuckling, you oblige, pushing your hands through her hair and taking hold of her head, casually thrusting deeper, down into her throat.
To the sweet sound of her gagging and her best effort to keep on swallowing, you casually sheathe your dick amidst repeated thrusting, just holding your entire length inside her mouth for a moment before you begin throatfucking her in earnest, the only barrier between her head and the trap board your hands keeping a secure grip on her.
Her tongue, meanwhile, isn't idle, licking and slobbering across any dickflesh she can get, until eventually, you cum, making her swallow your load once you withdraw until only your head remains inside her mouth, having sent thee first few ropes of cum straight into her stomach.
Dutifully, she tastes your cum for a moment before gulping it down, revealing her panting mouth to you to prove she got it all. Happily patting her head, you think to yourself that she really is making this too easy before you tell her she is allowed to get up once she's recovered and wander off to go eat the prisoners your soldiers should have taken by now.
Leni always was... a little strange. He had a fascination with blood, you see, both with the fluid itself and what it meant. Can't have free-flowing blood without a wound, after all, you see?
That's why the young blacksmith apprentice took to bleeding himself onto the hot steel, joyfully hammering a part of his lifeblood into it, at least as far as he was concerned. Of course, that was never enough, so when he eventually took over his father's smithy and a few people went missing, well, more's the pity.
Eventually, the war picked up again, and Leni saw his chance. He would finally get a chance to prove once and for all that his way was superior. That's why he joined up, and that's why he kept sneaking away in the night to conduct his strange rituals once they actually got to fight, hiding corpses of both friend and foe, using them, mutilating them. It was the only way, you see, to attain true power for his creations.
Soon, however, the Fortress he was stationed in came under attack, and then it was that he saw... truth. A crimson goddess freely swinging and smashing, the blood of the fallen obeying her command. He immediately killed anyone in the way to prostrate himself before her, surrendering himself to any fate she decided for him.
For no matter where he went under her guidance... it would be right.
Finishing up your daily ritual, you begin summoning all the especially tasty souls you ate during the past few days, taking stock of any powers they have. You're especially impressed by the one guy that can turn hurting into healing, mostly because just how hilarious the idea of stabbing someone better is.
Still, while you take stock of the new options you now have available, you start up a little chat with Sarah, mostly just telling her that you have successfully taken control of the Border Fortress and will be returning to the palace shortly. She, in turn, tells you about what has been happening in the capital, the resumed ore trade from the mountains picking up several aspects of the flagging economy, morale across the realm slowly recovering of the shock of losing the Demon King, all that minor stuff she is managing.
Once you're through, you seek out Rakul to notify him that you will be leaving the Border Fortress under his command, yourself returning back to the capital with your heroes and pet for a time to marshal as much force as possible, now that the war has turned from a one-sided beatdown into an equal fight. Telling him in confidence about the location and access of the secret trap room, you leave to tell the three that will be coming with you the news.
Reactions range from nervousness on Tada and Lana's part to a noncommital 'mhm' from Okita. With everyone that needs to knowing about your immediate plans, you return to your little command room, with a few human corpses leftover from last time's training still lying in a corner and summon both Kirion and the soul you have taken to calling Pretender in your mind, having the latter copy the former.
Time to begin.
After a long few hours of muddling your way through the improved 'desecration of corpses', as one of your learning aids called it, you mentally call both Okita and Tada over into that room you used last time you cuddled with both of them. Time to work on drawing them deeper into your web, as it were.
Once both of the wayward heroines have arrived, Tada looking around a little awkwardly and Okita just looking at you and waiting, you speak up. "So, the both of you did great work in helping me conquer this fortress. I figured both of you deserve a reward of some kind. Is there anything either of you would want?"
"Uhm..." Tada pipes up, her eyes drifting this way and that rather than looking at you. "Could you- could you promise me something?"
"Depends enturely on what you want me to promise, sweetie."
"If you-" She swallows, visibly gathering her courage. "If you ever meet Michi-chan, can you prmise me not to hurt her?"
"Oh, are you talking about Matsui Michi? The, what was it, the lancer hero?"
"Yes, exactly. She's my best friend and we knew each other for forever, and I really, really don't want her to get hurt."
"Mhm... I can't promise not to hurt her, depending on the circumstances of our meeting, as you might be able to imagine, but I promise not to kill or grievously harm her as long as doing so doesn't put my life in danger, instead aiming to capture her if I have to?"
She dithers and stammers for a moment, but catches herself fairly quickly. "Okay. I mean, alright, that's good enough. If we have to fight her, just send me and I will try my best to convince her she doesn't need to fight us."
Nodding, you turn to Okita, waiting for her request in turn.
Okita just stretches her limbs for a moment before taking a step back, then launching herself forwards, throwing herself at the bed to your side. Rolling around a bit, she opens her arms to invite you once she's found a comfortable position.
"I wanna cuddle again. It's... comfy."
With a smile at her cuteness on your lips, you jump and float onto the bed, joining her and letting her embrace you. Only, she keeps one arm up, looking towards Tada.
"Cuddle time."
Tada looks conflicted, but relents after a moment of being stared at by Okita, climbing into bed with you. Amused beyond reason at this development, you shift around a bit so she can fit into your cuddlepile, both of your little heroines once more pressing themselves against you. Okita just smiles, having what she wanted and enjoying it for all it is worth.
Tada, on the other hand, is a little restless, shifting this way and that, and once Okita closes her eyes contendedly, she slowly, but surely begins to edge her hand towards your pants. Teenagers. Seriously.
Well now, you won't tell her to stop, but you certainly won't take this lying down. Or technically you will, but not without paying everyone else back tenfold. Hah.
Waiting until her hand has entered your 'private space' and is approaching your dick, you begin moving the hand you yourself have slung around Tada, gently stroking along her side and slowly, ever so slowly, inching it under her clothes after a moment.
She bites her lips, but doesn't say anything.
Meanwhile, you turn your attention towards Okita, who is looking at what's going on with half-lidded eyes, expressionless otherwise. Squeezing her deceptively soft backside, you let her know you haven't forgotten about her.
In short order, you have your hands down both girls' panties, fingering them with enthusiasm while a gasping Tada jerks you off and Okita observes what she is doing with great interest.
Overall, a few well-spent hours, even after both of the girls go to sleep after repeatedly coming.
Once that little pang of hunger notifies you the sun's gone down, you gently nudge your current bedmates awake. Okita is holding your hand against her cute little pussy while pushing her breasts onto your chest, while Tada is just hugging your arm. Still, in short order and under application of lots of little kisses, you have both of them awake, Tada blushing furiously and hiding her face while Okita just nuzzles into you a bit.
"Come on, girls, we have to be going soon. get yourselves ready while I finish up my own stuff, then we'll go."
Getting up, you idly tell Lana where to meet you later even while using your shadow form to move blindingly fast towards the humanside walls, detransforming and looking around to see where the most shards are to be found as you begin chanting.
With your internal reservoir filled, you move out, arriving at the meeting point you decided upon beforehand and waiting for a bit for the others to arrive as you inspect your wyvern for any damage, finding none beyond a few scratches in the 'paint job', as it were.
Soon enough, your passengers arrive, Okita immediately marching up to your undead's head and patting it while Tada watches her somewhat awkwardly and Lana, once she comes out, just stares at your ride.
"Are we- are we really going to use that to fly?"
"Of course, or did you think we'd be walking all the way to the capital?"
"Uh, uhm. I, uh, may have a fear of heights?"
Rolling your eyes, you smile at her. "Don't worry, I'll keep a hold on you. You won't fall."
You end up having to physically pick her up and carry atop your creation's back, and once you lift off, she doesn't stop screaming until she passes out. Okita, of course, just covered her ears while this happened, while Tada looked at her pitifully.
While flying, you discover two things; one, the distance between the border and the capital is still pretty far. Two, the rush of wind up here is loud enough you can't really talk to your (awake) thralls out loud, and you can't think about anything to chat about telepathically, either.
Luckily, you have someone else you can chat to pass the time with.
Hey Sarah, got some time?
Sure, I was just practicing on some prisoners. I'm trying to see if I can't train them like dogs with repeated mindfucking.
Heh, okay, so I was thinking about a few schemes for when we return back to Earth Bet, and I wanted to ask you about your opinion on them.
Feel free to lay it on me.
Alright, first, we have the little priestess in the dungeon. I was thinking we have her heal anyone that needs healing openly, maybe even go through hospitals and such, and with her appearance, we should totally be able to draw out the Empire 88.
Mhm. Not sure you could actually have her do anything in that direction without drawing the PRT like flies to horseshit. Unlicensed use of parahuman powers on civilians? You can bet the paracops won't accept that happening.
Good point. If we do it openly enough for the E88 to notice, the PRT will definitely notice. Aside from that, one of the heroes I ate has a pretty decent grounding in the sciences, you think we could add another stream to do our own little science show to our weekly rotation?
I'll be honest, Gabe, just about any kind of video has decent chances of succeeding as long as it involves you in some variety of tight clothing.
Huh. I didn't even think about that. Alright, I'll ask him about his ideas about what he'd put into a science show later. Aside from all that, how have you been doing lately?
The rest of the flight is mostly just you and Sarah talking and you occasionally poking Okita when she's in danger of falling off.
Setting down inside your usual courtyard, you let go of Okita, who had been leaning a little too far while watching the approaching city from above, and instead use both hands to scoop up the still unconscious Lana you'd been keeping stable with your other arm as you dismount.
Coming inside, you are immediately assaulted by a Gabeseeking sister-missile, meaning Sarah hugs you. Hugging her back, you gently prod her face away from your chest so you can look at her properly.
"I've missed you."
"I missed you too, sis. Come on, let's walk as we talk, okay?"
And so it is that you herd your clingy little sister through the hallways, gently stroking her hair to let her know you're there while the thralls following you get ushered into their respective rooms that somehow exist in the case of two of them.
As you walk, you mentally interrogate the anal hero as to his capabilities in terms of science and how the construction of a crossbow design is going.
Hey, anal guy.
What? Why are you calling me that?
Because I sure as hell ain't going to call you 'analyzer guy', not even in my own head.
What's wrong with the word? I'll have you know I once knew about a man they called Heaven Canceller-
Pfhrk
-and he was-
Pfhrhrk
-just fine with his name.
Buahahahahahaah! Sorry, but if the version of Earth you came from had people like that, it's no wonder idiots like that buffer guy came from there.
That was an entire different parallel dimension! Also, you seem to know more about this parallel-dimensional phenomenon than I'd have thought.
I'd hope so, the existence of parallel Earths has been proven for some time now. But I didn't contact you for idle chatting. First, how is the design of a functioning crossbow going?
I got it done in five minutes.
Great. In that case, tell me what you know about science.
Hoo boy, where should I begin?
Turns out, you really should've asked sooner. That, and some further questioning reveals a lot of... interesting information regarding his origins, including reincarnation and a place called Academy City.
You're not sure whether you should jump in joy if you ever get there or immediately abandon that particular universe.
In short order, you decide to take a quick peek inside yourself, looking over the blueprint anal guy had lying around, making a quick sketch of it and putting it aside to be delivered by one of the servants later. You, meanwhile, smile at Sarah who has begun lightly pouting at being ignored for too long.
"So, now that we have a bit of time, why don't we draw something together?"
Still pouting, Sarah relents only after a few moments. "Alright, but only because you asked nicely."
Aww. If you weren't sure she'd pout again, you would be patting her head right now. Still, in short order, everything is set up, a blank canvas for each of you standing ready side by side. Now all you need is something to draw... and hey, may as well make this an educational experience.
Summoning both Kiron and the Pretender, quickly ordering her to copy him so you and your darling sister can profit off of double the inspiration power. Interestingly enough, she copies both the appearnace and the style of clothing of what soul she is copying at the time.
"Picked these two up at the fortress, one can inspire you when you learn something in his presence, the other one can copy another soul's power and appearance."
"Huh. Nifty."
"Now, you two get to posing, we're gonna use you as a basis as we paint."
The next few hours are a mix of contentment and frustration, you and Sarah making some small talk to fill the silence as you both work away, but you also noticing your current work is turning out... lacklustre, compared to what you could be making. Turns out that it's actually pretty hard to put the sense of inspiration his power... inspires, onto a canvas in a way the viewer retains.
Still, you've made some progress, Sarah is in a better mood and learned a lot from her first usage of your new souls, so you'll count this as a win. Putting your picture to the side to be disposed of later, you tell Sarah you'll be off to practice a few of your other powers for a bit after a quick errand, then grab the crossbow blueprint you sketched out earlier and make your way to the princess' office.
"Here's another design scheme for something useful, a weapon this time." You say as you enter without knocking, catching her by mild surprise. Not that she's gonna say anything about it, though. "Also, would you happen to know where the prisoners' corpses are being stored before being disposed of?"
"I believe the servants kept them in a seperate storage shed as animal feed. One of them should be able to lead you there if you need some."
Picking up a small bell to the side of her desk, a butler appears from one of the side rooms, politely bowing first thing as he enters. "You called, m'lady?"
"Please lead Gabriel here to the corpse storage, he has need of the contents."
"As you will." Opening the door you came out of, he lets you go first before gently closing it. The two of you don't talk much as he leads you onwards, being joined by a pair of maids carrying a small stretcher to, presumably, carry what you wanted to take.
You don't ask. You refuse to.
Still, before long, you're standing inside the door of a decently sized storage shed filled with a small hill of dead bodies, most of them bearing distinctive bite marks. Looks like this is where they brought anything you and Sarah ate here in the castle.
Picking out a few of the more beefy corpses for added amounts of material to work with, you throw them outside squarely onto the stretcher, swiftly beginning your trek back into the castle proper followed by the maids, the butler remaining behind for a moment to lock the shed up again.
However, just as you arrive back inside, you're waylaid by Okita, who immediately realizes what you're meaning to ask as you tilt your head, copying a gesture she often performs.
"I saw you go and come back with bodies. Are you making more cuties?"
Well, you weren't, but you are now. "Sure."
"I wanna watch."
...You know what, why not. Instructing the servants to carry their cargo into your usual landing courtyard, you walk there side by side with Okita, idly discussing with her how to make 'cuties' 'cutier'.
Despite any expectations to the contrary, you actually learned quite a few things during your practice with Okita. For one, you'd never have expected her sheer stubborn insistence on adding spikes to every joint would pay off once you got the design working, but hey, here you are. Similarly, the new design should be capable of just rolling into itself and use the bone spikes atop its 'head's' mask and the new spikes to skewer most nonarmored enemies as it just rolls over them.
Or, as Okita put it, do a 'cutie dance'. You've given up making sense of her sensibilities, but still, at least she leaves satisfied after you had the prototype roll around the courtyard a few times, much to her joy. Not expressed on her face, but she happily clapped along, so you'll take it.
What you didn't do was mentioning your new ability to imbue minor magical effects onto corpses. No way to tell what fresh new hell she would immediately think up if you did.
Incidentally, you also quickly made your way inside and down into your sun-fortified living space, as dawn is approaching. Noting that this will be your last full day in this dimension, you telepathically tell Sarah as much, asking her to go ahead and gorge herself a bit, as the opportunity to do so will take a while to come around again.
You refuse to think about the conversation that followed, whence Sarah accused you of only wanting her for being useful as a vampire. You know she was joking as a way to work off frustration, but still.
Finishing up your usual morning ritual, you take a moment to summon anal dude, giving him access to your writing desk and ordering him to start writing out a proof of concept for how he'd structure an educational show about science in a modern environment. Or rather, looking in over his shoulder, the basic scientific principles he'd throw in, as the rest of what he's writing is atrocious, either way too high level or taking things for granted that he really shouldn't.
Oh, also, you're fine with just adding a 'by the way, here's the cure for cancer' moment. You actually encourage him it's just fine.
Leaving him at it foe the time being, you go and visit your sister's place, finding her currently there, writing something out in her own little study. Looks like she's keeping up on paperwork of some kind, though that's not why youÄre here.
"Hey Gabe, what's up?" She asks as she rises from her seat, coming over to converse with you easier.
"Two things. First off, I was thinking about taking both Okita and the little priestess along when we return to Earth Bet, so I wanted to ask if you'd like to help me in getting her ready."
"Uhm, sure, sounds fun. What else did you need?" Sarah asks, an indecipherable expression on her face.
You, on the other hand, grab both her hands, get on your knees and bow your head. "I'm sorry for not having spent enough time with you on this vacation; I've been too focused on gaining more power and ended up neglecting you and that was really shitty of me and I feel really bad about it please forg-"
You are cut off when Sarah pulls her hands out of yours. "It's alright, you don't need to apologoze, please get up." Laughing, she adds as she tries her level best to pull you up again: "Really, this is just like you. I know I got a bit snippy, but you didn't need to worry so much about this. Silly Gabey."
You stand up, hearing her old nickname for you and smile. Everything is alright with the world.
Making your way through the usual secret passage, you lead Sarah along into the luxurious cell area containing your two little toys, the mood between you and your sister uplifted and relaxed. The little stories the two of you share about your childhood may have something to do with that.
Regardless, soon enough you stand before the priestess, naked and available, the harem girl outfit folded at the feet of her bed. The daughter observes your entrance, huddled onto herself, but your good girl just smiles at you. "Hello, master!"
"Oh, someone learned how to address me all by herself..." You muse aloud to yourself.
"Know what, you've been a very good girl, not forgetting what you've learned while I was gone. So you get an opportunity, a test. Pass it, and I'm giving you a big reward and taking you somewhere much, much nicer than these drab dungeon cells."
Fidgeting a little, the priestess looks at you attentively. "What do I have to do?"
"Oh, nothing much. You just have to keep conscious for an hour or two and still do one simple thing once we're done." While you speak, you unlock the door to her cell, letting both you and Sarah come inside.
Feel free to use what you've learned with the other prisoners on her while I work.
Pretending Sarah's smirk didn't have anything to do with you, you casually undress, throwing your clothes into a corner of the cell. Now naked, you take a seat on the bed, the nervous priestess sitting on it torn between looking at you and your sister. Good.
Leaning towards her, you grasp her head as you give her a deep kiss, taking a little time as your other hand idly explores her body, feeling her perky tits, taut stomach and dipping down to tease her clit. It isn't long before she begins panting into your mouth, her own hand moving to take a firm grip of your hardened dick.
Coming back from the sloppy kiss, you fixate her with your gaze, pinning her in place with your eyes alone. "Does my slutty little priestess want her master's dick? Does she want to be pinned down and fucked, and fucked and fucked until her eyes roll back and she faints in pleasure?"
Breathlessly, all she can do is nod in time with stroking your cock, no doubt already thinking about how you'll be pumping it into her in quick measure. And true to your words, you take hold of her shoulders, pressing her down to lie on her bed, positioning yourself to fuck her just as Sarah comes over, sitting on the ground so her head is on the level of hers.
"You really enjoy this, huh? Being his little fucktoy whore priestess."
A feeble nod is all the fucktoy in question has time for before you drive your entire into her, invading her deepest depths and bumping into her womb, driving the air out of her lungs again.
Withdrawing, you push yourself into her again, establishing an easy rhythm as you fuck her, all the while Sarah keeps on telling her what a good little slut she is being. Before long, you speed up, not out of any desire to come, but rather just to drive her into continual orgasm, her body well-trained to take you despite you being absent for a few days.
In fact, you keep her on screaming in release for a few minutes, until she just can't scream anymore, too out of it to properly breathe, once more pushing yourself inside and flooding her womb. Slowly and even gently pulling yourself out of her, you turn her around to lie on all fours, that is, if she had the strength to stay on all fours, the only thing keeping her from collapsing being your hands holding her in position.
It takes a few moments of you puzzling over the exact logistics of this without dropping her with a bemused smile on your face before you just let her drop, all her limbs splayed on the bed... and her cute little butt lying right where you want it. Lowering yourself, you push your head against her still tight anal ring, driving a low groan out of her as you mercilessly use the lubricant of your combined juices to force entry.
She loves it, from how her tongue lolls out of her mouth, only to be grabbed by Sarah as she continues telling her what a sinful little buttslut she is.
"This is your test." You tell her once you've pushed your whole length into her ass. "You have to stay awake and aware until the very end, or it doesn't count."
All you receive in response is a garbled moan. Good enough, you think to yourself as you begin thrusting away.
You keep on going for the promised 'hour or two', fucking your good girl in all sorts of positions on and off her bed and in every hole, repeatedly. It is when the fun becomes honestly a little stale that you come to a stop, the young woman in your arms nearly dropping, but barely still functional.
"Time for the last test." Her lolling head tries to find your face as you deposit her on the ground. "If you want to pass out, you'll have your chance now. Your last test is to choke yourself on my dick. I know, you've done that a whole bunch already, but this time, you're not allowed to stop."
Standing so your (still) erect dick points squarely at her face, you make the definite statement. "Take my dick until you can't breathe, and keep it there."
Immediately, your cockdrunk little fucktoy throws herself at you, swallowing your entire length into her well-trained throat and gagging on it nicely, looking up at you with faintly adoring eyes, even as a mixture of exhaustion and holding her breath begins to cloud her mind.
She keeps on enthusiastically licking your shaft all the way until she literally falls off your cock, crumbling to the ground. The fucking whore.
You just gently deposit her on her bed, making a note to tell a servant to have her bathed later. Really, she's leaking a lot.
As for you, time to go get back to training.
Strangely elated by the little sex marathon you've just put behind you, you make great progress on making your theoretical soul fragment constructs better.
...You really need to actually test these things out at some point. Still, with that done, you plan to head over to the princess' place. Once you've planned out a route there that avoids windows, anyways.
With the help of one of the maids (as well as a secret passage you didn't know about until now), you manage to make your way into a side-office the princess uses sometimes, one without any windowns itself.
Taking a seat inside the decently comfy chair before the blocky desk, you wait a moment until the priness shows up, which she indeed does after just a few moments. "You wanted to speak to me, Gabriel?"
"Indeed. You see, I went and reconquered every piece of land demonkind lost so far, up to and including taking back the Border Fortress, so I figured we may have a little private celebration now that we have a moment's respite."
A brilliant smile makes its way onto Rose's face, the light blush on her cheeks telling you just what she thinks of some alone time with you. "Oh? And what kind of celebration were you thinking of?"
"Why don't you come over here and find out?"
Sweeping a laughing princess off her feet once she steps within your reach, you plop her down onto your lap and press a kiss onto her lips while hugging her to your chest, her hands immediately gliding under your shirt, feeling up your abs.
Chuckling, you look her in the eyes. "I see someone can't wait for the fun part, hm?" Not waiting for her to respond, you proceed to literally tear her clothes off with your claws, leaving a horny princess in her underwear sitting on your lap.
Not that those last all that long when you begin to snap their strings, meaning she's naked in short measure, both of you grinding against each other.
"Here's the question: How long can you stay conscious while bouncing on my cock like a cheap whore?"
"Oh, you just always know what to say to make me happy." She answers, blushing. It doesn't take long for your newly freed cock to be held up by one of her hands while she rises up along it, only to angle it against her bare entrance and drop, taking your entire length in one go. "Yesss," she hisses. "I've been missing this."
Before long, both of you are hard at work in rutting her whole body up and down, her hands on your shoulders, your hands on her waist, some goold old hard fucking going on between the two of you. You don't need to have particularly deep feelings towards each other to enjoy each other's company, after all, and you both know it.
Once both of you came (her more than once, just to amuse you), she glides upwards until you leave her insides, only to clamber around atop you, carefully lowering herself until her ass aligns with your cock.
"Let's see how well you do back there," she grins at you, "not that you weren't there before."
"Oh, but it's certainly a place I love coming into."
With the preliminary bad sex jokes out of the way, she doesn't waste much time, just rubbing her back entrance against your wet tip, then making as though she were seating herself, her asshole swallowing you nicely.
"And just think, once we've defeated humanity, we can do this all the time." You whisper in her ear.
"Hah, if only. I just know I'll have to take on double the paperwork." She responds mirthfully before grapping onto the desk and moving.
Neither of you leave the office for quite some time.
It is dusk by the time you're done, an exhausted princess leaking your cum from both lower holes staying sitting in the chair you were using... at least until a small team of maids bursts in, wrapping her inside a blanket for transport to, presumably, her rooms, swiping up the clothes you cut off her and mopping up any spillage, both in place and left as she is carried off.
You... you're not even going to comment anymore.
Regardless, it is night, the last night before you'll have to leave this dimension for the time being.
It takes you quite a bit of study and the occasional short discussion with your sister who is taking a few breaks from dominating the prisoners, with you staying in a side room to avoid distractions while you fiddle with your creation of spectral undead.
You have one of the souls on the ready, repeatedly nearly putting it and the fragments you were fingering for this together and locking them in, seeing as you also kept chanting the spell to fuse them together, but eventually, after hours and hours of work and fiddly metaphysical changes to the way the spell is supposed to work, you did it.
A little hesitantly despite your surety of success, you chant Take what I have gathered and assemble it into a spectral servant, to rise and go forth to do my will! one last time, adding the essence of suffering you've gathered to the soul you took, breathing it out in one long 'breath'.
What results is a figure vaguely reminiscent of the man you based your creation on, though it is also translucent, allowing any observer to see right through it. It also bears signs of torture, the cheeks fallen in and scarred as though with knives, his cut open just a little wider than they should be, letting it show its expression of suffering in a nearly comical manner.
The figure is clothed in the remains of a uniform as you'd seen it around in the human army, or the tattered leftover of one, anyways. One of the gloves is missing, showing the stubbly leftover of two of its fingers and the hand burnt with a mark of some kind.
It groans, presumably in suffering, and the one eye left eyes you with fear.
"Go find the prisoners and terrify and torture them."
"Yeeeessss..." It groans as it flies off, and if you didn't know better, you'd suspect it was glad to have an excuse to be out of your presence. Anyways, time to move on.