With the assassins dealt with, you suddenly found yourself incredibly busy as the weight of managing so many things started to take its toll.

Kathleen settled in well and quickly joined your group of admirers, the maid fanclub growing by the day. You spend many hours with Hope, cuddling, spoiling and teaching her, but you had other duties to attend to as well.

As a hot, young Widow, there were no shortage of men who sought to marry into your family for their reputation. While your father was reluctant to hear any of them, eventually the deluge of requests were too much and you started to get wind of them. Upon learning of how many desired you, the best choice was to... Tell everyone that you have sworn off men since the death of your Husband


As a Duchess, you were known as a very private woman, and very few of your personal affairs escaped to spies or the public. Really, all that was known was that you really loved your daughter. When it came to your own home, you decided to turn the upper floor into a 'private zone', where only you and a handful of loyal maids were allowed. Rumors spread, but nothing damning.


During the year, you occasionally had to go to social events. While they were by and large a bore, you did manage to get a bit of use out of them. That being you befriended the Empress. You often brought Hope over to play with her new twins, and the two of you became fast friends.

You met up with the girls who adored you a few years prior. Seeing that many of them were in shape, you attempted to create an all female band of knights - The Valkyries


Hope was a handful as always, but she stopped randomly messing with you after the talk you gave her. With that, her Dark Magic wasn't used on anyone. Instead, you had Hope practice her Dark Magic on, Some of the Maids that joined your inner circle without being mentally subjugated yet. You could always remove the hooks easily, and it was good for Hope to practice on blank minds.


And in addition to the Dark and Water magic Hope was surprisingly efficient at, she began to show signs of another type of magic. Light. Some would call having a child blessed with Light named Hope was a bit on the nose, but it didn't matter to you.


And when your adorable daughter wasn't playing with her friends or doing her magical practice, you started her schooling early.


Finally, there was the matter of your Realm. Your father and Est's old friends helped keep it together, but you had a few suggestions to improve it. Your changes were met with a mix of emotions, but only time could tell if they work out. You set up a road between Al'kehir and the nearby city of Klettgau, improving trade between the two and shaving several days off the journey.


And finally, the Seer had a vision... A vision that would bring doom to you and your family. Your life couldn't be quiet, and once again you found yourself picking up the sword...


Your Inner circle soon forms, and you can't help but to be happier with how it progresses.

The top floor of the castle was previously filled with the rooms for guests and dignitaries, as well as the quarters for many of the most important Butlers and Maids. With the death of your Husband, some of them left to retire to their homes, which left the top floor almost completely empty.

It took some work with the contractors, but you eventually had refurbished the entire upper floor. The floors and walls were suffused with Wind Magic that kept sound from escaping, and the thick double doors placed atop the stairs were impossible to breach unless given permission. It was an island within the Duchy.

There was a slight fear from some of the other servants that you'd retreat further in your grief, but it wasn't to be. After setting up your inner sanctum you made more of an effort to leave, speaking and chatting with all your household and taking a larger role in the managing of the duchy. You even let some fake information slip to them.

You handpicked a few maids to serve as your Private maids, and this was seen as one of the greatest honors you could bestow. Most lived up there, only leaving for short periods at a time, and only ever giving a coy smile when asked what exactly goes on up there.

For the Maids, you... Brought Kathleen to your inner circle


And while they were up there... Just some minor compulsions to keep them quiet


Your name is Emila Weiss, and you've never had your heart beating so fast.

The note came just yesterday, that black and gold letter that so many people dream of one day opening - and today you can hardly believe how fast it all happened. Anne, the lucky girl, was chosen to be by the Duchess' side on the tragic day she lost her husband, and the rumours she spread were fantastical. That the Duchess, despite having a husband, preferred the touch of a woman. That the Duchess was an incredible lover, and that touching her body up close was a work of art. That the Duchess could shift into a form so utterly radiant that it made even the strongest willed man want to kneel at her feet.

You would have just discarded them if Anne didn't show off her proud scar - a bite mark left on her collar that she claimed the Duchess used to 'mark' her.

For a while you thought it insane, but it was the perfect fuel for fantasies.

Though despite your love for her, you had thought that you'd forever just admire her from afar... Until the Upper Floor was refurbished. She brought up her own personal maids, some say as companions but others insist it's a 'harem' and since then you've been praying to Septimus that you get picked.

And now it's finally come.

Climbing the stairs to the upper floor, you find the giant steel doors not budging. Your heart skips a beat for a moment, that is until a hand slowly pushes them open. You gasp as you see Kathleen, the new country girl, standing there with a flush on her face. "Heya," she says, still as informal as ever. "C'mon in!"

She grabs you by the hand (since when was she so soft...?) and get brought into what you know to be your new home. You gaze around and watch, two of the Duchess's northern maids holding hand as and kissing in a corner, but nobody pays them any heed. The outfits have changed too, the previously conservative dress now showing a little bit more skin. Kathleen walks on her heels with practiced grace, and you watch, spellbound. There's a bit of a swing to her hips that keeps you almost mesmerized, but she is just a taster.

It's when you come to the Duchess' room and that you're brought in that you lay witness to perfection. Her skin radiates an aura of light, divine beauty staring right back at you. Those glowing eyes pierces through your soul, heart aching with need as she looks straight through what you are. You can just sense that the Duchess can feel what a subby little whore you are underneath.

"I have brought her, Mistress," Kathleen says, bowing before your goddess' form. "Oh, and, I..." She looks to the side, blushing. "I don't know why I did it, but I felt like I should clean one of the unoccupied rooms and found this ring."

Anastasia's eyes go wide. "Oh Hope," she murmurs, looking at the ring. "You're such a good girl~"

She takes the ring, and Kathleen goes to leave, but a single word from the angel causes her to stay. Anastasia beckons you forward, and you find yourself trembling as she places her hand atop your head. You can feel the strength, and even though she's just barely using any force your mind is awash with intrusive thoughts about how she could squash you like a bug. Gods above, the aura of power from within her was doing something, your body not knowing how to deal with someone as beautiful as her. You lose yourself in idle fantasies as she rubs your head. This form, no wonder it's kept quiet. You need to be silent about it too, other wise others might trample the sanctity of this garden...

"Interesting," Anastasia says, her voice causing your heart to almost explode from your chest. "Emila. Welcome to the inner circle."

The words leave your mouth before you think them. "Thank you, my liege." Your body aches with need, and you look towards the door, wondering when you can leave to your new quarters so you can get rid of this obnoxious heat. But your owner disagrees.

"Now then, it's time for you to watch." Kathleen lets out a squeal of delight as she gets started almost immediately, stripping away the clothes from Anastasia. She stands there serene as her beautiful form is slowly revealed to you. Those tough, well formed abs, those powerful arms all contained on a feminine figure with wide hips, fantastic breasts and wide hips. An unearthly glow suffuses her whole body, and you notice that it lacks any blotches, any imperfections. But of course. Why should a perfect being have imperfections?

You can't help but to stare as Kathleen finally finishes stripping the angel, only to rub herself against Anastaisa with need, whimpering slightly while drawing circles with her finger upon the angel's belly.

Then... with a flash of magic, you see it.

From her crotch juts a thick, throbbing member, standing firm at ten inches long. It's absurd, you normally hate it, despise that ugly crude thing, but the silky smoothness of the foreskin, the way it dribbles a sticky fluid from the tip...

All you can think about is wanting to suck it. It's just as beautiful as her, after all.

But alas, it's not for you this time. The Duchess picks up Kathleen and, while still standing, lowers the girl onto her cock, an adorable moan following. So she wasn't wearing any panties...

The sounds of sex let you know Kathleen was just as wet as you were, but truly she seems overjoyed, moaning as the Angel moves her whole body up and down on the cock. A pang of envy runs through you as Anastasia's breasts push against Kathleen's back, and with a look of absolute adoration Kathleen reaches back with her hand, wrapping it around Anastasia's neck and twisting her own so that the pair of them can kiss while the huge, bulging rod is within her.

You watch as the two of them fuck, the screams of both finally making you understand why they went for soundproofing. You watch Kathleen's face twist into pure ecstasy as she's brought to climax again and again, but never given a chance to rest, only silenced by more kissing from time to time. It's...

It looks like bliss.

After about twenty minutes of intense, hardcore fucking Anastasia finally lets out a cry and unloads within Kathleen, the pair of them remaining together and kissing for a short period of time.

As they break apart from the kiss, Anastasia helps her maid off her cock, and after a few moments of fixing up her uniform, Kathleen, still trembling, gives a bow and walks away.

"I reward those who work well, Emilia. Make me proud, and it'll be YOUR turn soon."

Those glowing eyes stare into your soul, and it's then that you know that you're finally... home. Nodding, you skip away after Kathleen with a spring in your step, eager to start gossiping, get your new uniform and finally begin your new life.


Managing your realm was a bit of a chore, but you had two ideas that managed to get widespread support. The first was a road between your nation and the kingdom to the north. You flew over it and had to take the long way back in your recent trip, but you did spot a fairly decent route that could be used to improve trade. However, if you could create a proper land route, the flow of goods into your territory could help enrich the local people.

Your idea found opposition, but mainly from Duke Wagner to the south, who's ports would see fewer ships should you create a safe land route. Regardless, you manage to get the go ahead and start building.

Lady Anastasia's Home For Orphaned Children begins construction, though you do have a few ideas on how exactly it is to be used...


The Orphanage is quite close to the estate, being in the city right beside it. It serves several purposes, increasing your own reputation while also keeping the Maid's children all together. Right now, you've only impregnated Oma, but if you start doing experiments again, it'll be useful to have all the children together. It's strange, even though the child Oma has within her was born from your loins, it feels wrong to think of anyone but Hope as your child.

You have a rotation of some of your personal maids to do orphanage duties. Of course, you reward them with the time of their lives whenever they come back from the duty. It serves to make sure that all of the children get time with their biological mothers while also being taken care of by a lovely horny harem of women. They do love talking about you, and you're sure that the children that aren't even biologically yours will grow to love you just from how much the teachers and caretakers revere you.

With your coin behind it, the children there won't suffer. It's a good way to improve your reputation and get rid of any children you spawn in one go. You can even visit with hope, once it's done.

Though, speaking of Oma...


Oma was the perfect testbed for your new spell, Hathor's Grace. To your delight, your daily infusion of mana resulted in her young swelling up rapidly, and within a week she was ready to give birth. With the constant healing of Light Magic, there was no issue whatsoever with the birth, and judging by how she looked at the end, Oma might have enjoyed the whole thing.

After some time with her mother, the baby boy went off into the freshly built Orphanage, with Omar often staying over to raise her new baby, supported by a few other maids.

The system worked, at the very least. From what you could see, the child didn't lack for much.

It'll have to do.


"Bang!"

Your daughter's new trick was not a favourite of the maids. She called it 'bang', which was her just making a very bright ball of light and nearly blinding whoever was looking at her whenever she did it. Your Daughter enjoyed seeing everyone cover their eyes, supposedly. While they found it annoying, you were overjoyed at your Daughter showing another form of magic. And so soon too!

While the Empire was overjoyed at the news of two more Light users in the nobility, you knew the truth that for Hope it was a matter of training. The two of you had a 'game' you used on the maids. It was simple. You would hide an object somewhere around the sanctum using the mind of a maid. Hope had to figure out which maid had your hooks in them, remove the hooks, then get a different maid to return the object to you.

For the maids it was more or less just a strange impulse to clean or an idea to search, never aware that they were under mental influence. However it was very good practice, for the two of you, and with how frequently you did it, over the months you found your magic had improved greatly. It wasn't just the practice, but the sparring against a partner that truly did it.

This time she had Sahar return the item - a pair of Kathleen's panties, and so you gave your rapidly growing daughter her favourite treat - time spent nursing from your tits. It felt so good, more of a reward for you than her, but with how much she enjoyed it you doubt there was anything else your baby wanted.


Aside from Magic, you also spent a fair bit of time on Schooling. Elham was quite useful in this regard, the Seer incredibly well read. Not wishing to get in your way, she happily taught Hope, and over the months your daughter absorbed information at an incredible rate, mind drinking it all in.

However, learning so much was very tiring for your little baby, and as such you were always there to calm her down with a long nursing session.


"They grow up so fast."

Empress Kimi, (Or, as you recently learned, Kimiko Hirabayashi Fukakusa, but nobody in this continent had the 'tongue' for it so she insists that her name is Kimi) sighs in delight as she watches Hope frolic with her two children. It's been about 6 months, and those tiny babies are old enough to crawl. Hope acts almost like a big sister to them, playing with and guiding the two, seemingly overprotective.

Siegmund and Sieglinde, the twins, are utterly inseparable. The two of them do nearly everything together, often falling asleep holding hands. Hope frolics along with the two playing in the garden together.

Siegmund, being the Emperor's first son, surprised everyone with his extremely early showing of Light Magic while his sister appeared to have a small latent talent for the Earth. Regardless, the pair of them brought light to the Imperial Household, and when you offered to come over and play, the Emperor was overjoyed.

For months, you made a habit of spending a day or so every two weeks with Kimiko and her children, Hope relishing the social contact with the kids. The two of you form a fast friendship, the Empress overjoyed at finally having someone to converse with that doesn't have any ulterior motives.

"Indeed. It feels like it was just yesterday I had Hope."

The Empress laughs a little at that, drawing a stare. "Oh, don't mind me. I was just remembering the talk in this place beforehand. Your father had several loud conversations with my husband, the both of them worried that you'd be ill suited for motherhood."

Kimiko presses her hands atop yours, smiling warmly. "I've never seen a more caring, adoring mother. Anastasia, you might be my junior, but know that I look up to you."

A faint blush ripples across your cheeks as you have to remind yourself why impregnating the Emperor's wife might not go over well. "I'm glad you feel that way," you murmur, only for Kimiko to laugh once more.

"You should have known this'd happen ever since you made the announcement." Ah. The time you rebuked one of your admirers and quite loudly told him that you are no longer lying with men, as to preserve the memory of your husband. Kimiko, along with so many others, understood what it meant. It didn't exclude women, and Kimiko the tease made sure to show off her body whenever she could.

She knew you were attracted to her, but also knew she was off limits, and as such she made a habit of being overly handsy.

"I-it's not funny," you mutter, pointedly looking away from the way she's displaying her cleavage. Giggling, she covers it back up, leaning back in her chair.

"Sorry, it's just so fun to tease our country's 'Valkyrie of War'. Half the rumours make you out to be an inhuman monster, but seeing this embarrassed side of you is just as fun~"

You just grunt at that, not quite sure how to respond. You watch as Hope creates a ball of water and light, the shimmering sphere sending spotlights of rainbows around the garden that the other two quickly chase after. You can change the subject, should you wish.


Two can play at that game. You shift your legs, letting your dress slip further down your body and reveal a bit more cleavage. Kimiko notices, and when you lean over to her, pressing your body to hers she suddenly recoils, not expecting your sudden reversal. "Well, if you really want to see the secret side of me, I suppose I can oblige~"

The Empress gulps, but doesn't shy away. "Anastasia..." She places her hand atop yours, and you take the chance to snatch it, pressing it against your belly. Her eyes go wide as she feels them. "Oh my word you could grind cheese on those-"

You waggle your eyebrows playfully, and to your delight when you move your hand away, Kimiko's stays, circling your abs. "You're an inspiration, you know that? Most women are ruined after pregnancy, but you look the same as ever..."

You give her a coy smirk. "Oh, I have my secrets. It's just a lot of sweaty, vigorous exercise. Perhaps I could train you.."

Slowly, regretfully pulling away her hand, the Empress gazes at you once more. "A secret for a secret? Some traditions transcend cultures, I suppose. "

"Kimiko, I could give you some tips, but in return, I'd really love to learn your tongue."

For a moment, the Empress pauses. In the corner of your eye you watch how Hope holds a sweet sugary treat above the heads of the twins, both of them unsteadily standing on their feet to try and reach it but falling back on the ground. Only when they bow down does Hope feed the both of them, gently patting their heads and scratching their chins, the twins laughing in response.

A tear drops from your eye. They grow up so fast...

Finally, the Empress answers. "I suppose... perhaps something could be arranged."

She leans close, her breath hot against your neck. "But we'd have to be discrete, my dear. And know that no matter what, my love for My Emperor is not something you can steal..."

Ah, so it'd just be a casual sex thing.


"I wouldn't dare try to steal you away," you murmur. "I respect him, as both a liege and my husband's dear friend..."

You grab a hold of her chin, staring directly into her brown eyes, relishing at how she trembles underneath your touch. You move your lips closer and with her eyes close, Kimiko does the same. Your soft lips press together, the Empress squirming as you kiss her deep. After a few moments you pull away, noticing with glee that her eyes are still half lidded, her cheeks red.

"But lets not lie to ourselves, shall we? We both have these... feelings, there's no point denying them."

The Empress trembles in her chair but silently nods, taking a second to recover her composure. "Very well," she says. "My husband has a meeting with the Grand Pontiff and the Elven Hierarch in two week's time. He'll be occupied for quite some time, and I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed to a Duke coming to... network."

Fuck her brains out while her husband works, got it. There's a thrill that runs down your spine as you consider it. Gods above, it's so taboo, but can you resist this forbidden fruit? You wrap your arm around Kimiko and bring her in close once more, lips against hers as you go for another kiss.

No.

No you can't.

It's only after a few hours of watching your child dominate the two royal twins and some light kissing that you remember to ask Kimiko if you can actually learn her language. Of course, she says yes.


A few days later, you're woken up to something quite annoying. A servant waking you up early. While you initially glare at Emilia, you reckon she wouldn't do it without a good reason to, and so you wearily bring yourself out of the warm bed.

You've been dreadfully busy ever since your Breakthrough just after your seduction of Kimiko. You could feel your mana twisting and roiling, and you eventually figured out how to direct that roiling into a new area, the domain of Ice. Much like your mother.

You managed to achieve a few spells with it, but you're far away from mastery of it like your Mother. And the girls did quite like the cold kisses. The practice wasn't easy, however, and it's left you exhausted.

Regardless, the reason you've been awoken turns out to be quite interesting.

Elham has had a vision.

The Great Empire crumbles, the light being lost. Elven blood withers and dies, while the guiding shepherds are torn to shreds by the wolves that invade. Heed my warning! Where those three join, three scions of malevolence shall meet them, slaying the Light, Elf and Shepherd in a single strike! It triggers the end of days! The Twin Scions are left bloodied and devoured, and an age of darkness descends upon all.

You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

Of course this isn't going to be easy.

AN ELF, A PRIEST AND AN EMPEROR, ALL TOGETHER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A WHILE.

THREE BAD DUDES WHO WANT TO BREAK APART THE REALMS AND STANDING IN THEIR WAY IS ONE VALKYRIE WHO JUST WANTED TO FUCK THE EMPRESS.

BUT SHE'LL STOP THE BAD GUYS. AFTER ALL, THIS KINGDOM ISN'T THEIRS TO CONQUER.

LADY ANASTASIA - IS -

REGICIDE PREVENTION VALKYRIE


That exhibitionist thrill runs up your spine as you check yourself out in the mirror. Kimiko said that this type of dress originally came from a nation neighbouring her home, but it's so lewd you have trouble believing she's not just fucking with you.

It's a high-necked, very tight fitting dress of black silk, adorned with grey flowers. The edges are stitched with gold thread, and the collar has a pair of ties that keep it together before splitting to show off your cleavage.

The dress hugs your body tight, the material itself coming down to about halfway up your thigh. But the best worst part are the sides of the dress, being nearly completely missing. There's a long line of cords that run up either side of the dress, meaning that anyone who looks at your side can see your naked skin, the curve of your ass. It's tight enough to ensure that nobody can see anything overly lurid, but the fact that your side is completely exposed makes it very clear that you're not wearing underwear at all.

Kimiko called it a 'chee pow', and it's utterly embarrassing but that thrill that runs throughout your body is enough reason to wear it.

With Thorn at your hip and your bracelet ready in case of the worst, you exit the carriage. The cool night air doesn't bother you much as you head into the Sol Invictus Grand Hotel. It's a testament to the wealth of the Empire of Light, built in the heart of Lumen city. It accepts foreign dignitaries often, allows the destitute to live in some of the cheaper suites, has a swimming pool, gambling den and even an arena, the constant fights drawing crowds far and wide. With its spindly spires, large stained glass windows, pointed arches and ribbed vaults, it's one of the most unique and blessed buildings you've ever seen.

It was said to have been built by the Mad Mason himself, a hero that lived around a century ago, who's eccentricities in terms of behaviour and speech were generally ignored in lieu of appreciating his wonderful work and the impact his flavour of architecture had on the Empire.

Your room is on the second floor, the most expensive floor. The cheaper rooms were further up, and everything below this was for the servants and support staff that ran this place. The cute receptionist bows and shows you to your room. All you really know is that the Emperor and his wife are somewhere around here, and that there will be some kind of attack on the Emperor.


You stare longingly down the hallways that probably lead to Kimiko's room. "Later," you promise yourself as you head downstairs.

The main lobby is huge, and to the side through a curtain of gemstones lies the tavern. The finest ales, wines and spirits that money can by. The counter, black polished granite, stretches for several meters, all sorts of drinks stored in bottles and barrels behind it. The smell of smoke lingers in the air, but the worst part is the sound of so many people talking, drinking, kissing, yelling, laughing, existing. It's almost enough you make you frown, but you have better control over your body than that.

You find a chair and place your order - a bottle of spirits distilled by a seafarer that used tropical spices within his drink as it aged. Despite being around 80% pure alcohol, you drink it down, letting your regeneration eliminate the hazardous effects it has on your body.

With a finger, you rub your ring, willing Shaitan's spirit from it. Not enough magic to give her a full incarnation, but enough to communicate with you. You give the spirit one, simple order.

"Find a demon."

You have a hunch. From Elham's prediction, it sounds as if the assailants might mirror the three at the main conference. So the chance that the mirror of the Pontiff or the Emperor might in fact have a demon on them is relatively high. With Shaitan searching, you're sure you'll find one in no time at all. Demons can't hide their presence like Hope can, or at least Shaitan says so.

You're rudely interrupted by a boisterous man wo moves his seat closer to you, attempting to seduce you. He's not quite ugly, but still far below your standards. You elect to ignore him like the bug he is, until her tries laying his hand on your wrist. With a surge of magic you turn your flesh colder than ice and he yells out in pain, his fingertips blackened by the sudden onslaught of could. You turn to him and smile, holding up a finger while a spike of ice forms from it. The threat is evident enough.

Touch me again, and you will die.

Few others bother to approach your icy aura after that, and you have to admit that these new powers are fun~

After a while, Shaitan speaks within your mind again, singling out three individuals hunched over a table in black cloaks.

You're not quite sure how you missed them.


You sit and watch them, trying your best to listen to no avail. How did they manage it? You keep staring at them, checking for mental hooks...Until it hits you. You look away, and when you scan the room again you cannot find them. Shaitan offers to help, but you implant a hook within your mind, and you can suddenly see them. You remove the hook and they're gone, and once more for good measure you up your Regeneration and with that they are visible once more. It appears to be an inversion of normal Dark Magic, a visual illusion that warps the minds of those that see it without implanting any hooks or leaving any evidence. Only countered by, of course, the dark and light mages that are so rare these days.


Anastasia has learned a new Dark magic spell! Reversion Field

A magical field cast that makes it very hard for people to notice what's within, unless they're affected by Dark Magic (has a hook in them) or Light Magic.


Interesting. This will make a fine addition to your collection of Dark Magic.

Eventually, the group of three leaves, and you discretely follow behind them, leaving your frozen bottle behind. They don't notice, but with a swear you find that they're splitting. The first is heading for the kitchen, the second outside and the third to one of the exhibition rooms on the ground floor that the meetings will be held in.


You force your Mana into the ring, and from it Shaitain springs forth. The Demon is fully formed, but as your servant she comes into being with a thick, iron collar around her neck. It glows with bright green runes - the sign of a subjugated demon.

"Stop the poisoning," you tell her, pointing at the one heading into the kitchen. "I'll go after the big one."

The useless demon nods, and as she leaves you notice a few people staring at her, the demon blushing all the while. Since you were out of sight when you did it, they won't be able to trace her back to you.

With that done, you head after the medium-sized one. With your new ability, you manage to avoid being seen as you follow her through corridors and eventually find her final location.

It's a secret passage out of the exhibition room. With so many dignitaries there, of course there are secret ways out. The cloaked figure removes her hood, revealing brown elven ears, and with that she begins, pushing against a wall and slipping within the secret passageway. Now the plan's starting to come together - poison the Emperor and the dignitaries with a slow acting poison that wouldn't get detected by tasters. Then, while he's weakened or sleeping, they'll dive right in through the hidden passage and annihilate them all!

A cunning plan indeed. You watch as the Dark elf closes the passage behind her. You can still hear her breathing.


A plan formulates in your mind, the perfect way to get both your own Elf and the glory that comes with saving the Pontiff, Hierarch and Emperor. You mentally nudge Shaitan to go and stop the poisoning, while you deal with the elf. The secret passage slowly starts to close, but you don't let that happen, jamming your fingers into the gap and wrenching it open, staring eye-to-eye with the Elf who can only gasp in surprise.

"Hello there," you say with your sword glimmering in your hand.


The air around you grows cool as the powerful aura of light overtakes your being once more. The elf breathes in surprise, her breath creating a puff of fog.

Yours does no such thing.

With a serene smile you reach you and grab her head, the Elf swearing as you slam her into the rock face of the passage.

After the first, she struggles violently, scratching your arm and stabbing it with her knives. After the second she's dazed, but as you smash her head against the wall for the third time she actually manages to get a knife into your hand, the sudden sensation throwing off your grip and causing her to escape. She tumbles to the ground, not bleeding but clearly dazed, reeling.

You step forward, closing the entrance behind you. The Dark elf looks up at you, confused and terrified.

"What the actual fuck?"


Ah Your dress. Kimiko would be sad it you came to her with it in tatters. Thankfully, you can just pull one of the straps to the side and the entire thing falls apart. Using the wind to make sure it is guided to a rocky outcropping, you turn back to the Elf.

She's quite beautiful, long ears, angular features and almond-shaped eyes. She's fairly hefty in the chest department as well. A real catch.

You might as well give her the chance. "You should surrender," you tell her, stepping forward. "I do so hate unnecessary damage."

The Elf snarls, baring her dagger at you, only to stab it into her own hand with a quick motion. You tilt your head. "Dearie, you're supposed to try to do that to me."

Your opponent ignores you and starts murmuring, and you find yourself suddenly overcome with all consuming terror that manages to break through even the muted feelings that your Dawnbringer provides. You've tasted this in the air before. A lifetime ago.

During your Sacrifice. This crazy bitch is trying to summon creatures from the Abyss!


You eye the woman with terror as the fabric of the world around you starts to dissolve, pools of inky black darkness starting to burn their way through reality. You kick off your heels and rush towards the Elf, still chanting even as she's tackled to the floor.

You grab onto her hand and rip out the knife, pushing your magic in to heal the wound shut, the portals shimmering as their connection is weakened, but they're stable, still too stable-

You grab the Elf's throat and squeeze, her chanting coming to a close as she struggles to breathe, but the portals are still there. The screaming begins, the creatures of the Abyss are aware of an escape, and they are eager to take what chance they can get. They're coming, you can feel it, taste it. The chanting, skittering bugs with human voices begins as they speak in their wordless language, hungry for the feast that awaits them.

You slam her head against the rock wall with your great strength once, twice, thrice, the final one splitting the stone with a resounding crack, and finally the bloodied elf falls over limp. She's breathing, faintly, but as unconscious as she is, the girl can no longer fight against you. The portals too slowly begin to fade out of reality. A gasp of panic escapes you as something thrusts a tendril through the largest of the portal, the massive creature trying to bring itself through. It screams with the chorus of ten thousand voices, laughing, crying, begging for death and urging you to join them, and the metallic, jagged limb that moves like flowing water inches ever closer-

Until the portals vanish, the tentacle cut off at the base and dropping to the ground.

The large hunk of metal slams against the ground, writhing slightly before finally turning still and dying, and with that, you let out a sigh of relief. All nobles are given an introduction to some of the creatures from the Abyss.

An Orichalcum Golem isn't the worst of the horrors lurking down there, but by Septimus would it have been difficult to fight alone. The metal tentacle, finally still, is pure Orichalcum, and with these 'deposits' being so violent there's no wonder why it commands such an outrageous price.

Sighing with relief, you turn off your Dawnbringer and get to healing the elf. She's covered in cuts and scars, a large one across her face that you didn't place there, and a few more over he body. She's carrying an array of skulls and bones, trinkets and widgets that you identify as being for summoning monsters and the creatures of the abyss. Despite it all, she seems to have been quite heavily abused.

But what was she thinking? This is overkill, even for an assassination. What kind of hatred spurred her onto this?


You place a hand on her head, inserting a hook into her that keeps her from regaining consciousness. Not the prettiest work, but you need to take this seriously. Equipping your armour, you make sure to place the Elf and your loot further into the secret passage, then head back to the conference room, waiting from within the passage.

You send Shaitan a warning, only to be greeted by a warm feeling as the Demon's being returns to within your ring.

"I did it, Lady Anastasia!"

"You... stopped the poisoning?" You're actually kind of impressed. The demon gives one of her very refined laughs from within the ring.

"Of course, I used my strength, skill and wiles."


You watched with horror as the black-cloaked person, unnoticed by the surrounding chefs, dumped a vial into one of the large broths. That must be the poison! It walks away, the spell still holding, but the chefs are none the wiser as they continue to work.

You curl your fist. You can do this, Shaitan, you can *Help*!

Running into the kitchen, you make it three steps before slipping on the wet floor, stumbling forward. A chef knocks you in the back, sending you reeling and in your panic, you grab onto something-anything.

Which happens to be the pot of broth. The chain holding it above the magical flame breaks, and boiling hot soup flows towards you at a worrying pace. Eyes wide, you terminate your physical form, being dragged back into the ring, but you're around just long enough to hear the chefs swear in anger.

Haha! You didn't mean to, but you did it! Shaitan wins again!


After a few minutes, you hear them. The Emperor, as well as what sounds like an old man and an older, almost motherly woman.

These must be your dignitaries.

"-Terribly sorry, apparently a poltergeist got loose and spilled the main course."

The old man lets out a laugh. "Worry not, Lothair. We won't starve if we have to wait a few minutes."

"Mmh," the third voice agrees. "We can get down to business first, then do as we will."

You sit there, waiting as the three of them speak about some boring junk that's probably not relevant to you. But maybe it'd be better to listen anyway.

The three of them speak about the realm, and curiously enough your name pops up, all of them seeming quite happy and expecting further things from you. They positively talk about your road, the Emperor laughs at "Those southern assholes getting reamed by that road harder than a page in a Knight's changing room", and the Elf speaks fondly of the Elven Guard, promising to send a few more worthy warriors the Emperor's way in return for the continued protection of her enclave.

After a few moments, however, they shift into discussing something far more serious. "My Liege, I'm afraid the time might come soon to gather your blade and fight. We have caught wind of something... dark, starting to rise."

The Emperor pauses for a moment. "Do we know where the threat will come from? I know the Diviners see little but snippets, but even those shall help us."

The old man sighs sadly. "No, all we've been able to gather is that 'The Eclipse' will lead the world into a great darkness. We've got our agents scouring the globe, and we think it may be to do with-"

The Pontiff is cut off as the sound of crashing glass makes itself known, followed by a pulse of familiar dark magic and a slight smell of brimstone.

Oh yeah. Showtime.


Not wanting there to be any danger, you dive into the fray, your Valkyrie's grace burning bright behind you as motes of magic are scattered around the place. As you break through the trap door, you notice with glee that the three rulers are staring at you in surprise and gratitude. You skid across the table, standing resolute as the demon bares down in front of you. You feel a crackle of flame emanating from its body, the wicked scythe it holds brimming with an unknown curse.

"YOU FACE LORD LEGATUS, SHARD OF THE PRIMORDIAL WRATH, DEMON OF THE FIRST CIRCLE. I SHALL CARVE YOU IN TWO AND FEAST UPON YOUR INNARDS, WEAKLINGS!"

The two attackers look concerned as they see you escaping, and now you get a good look at them. The smaller one, the demon summoner, is an androgynous little thing hiding within a cloak, while the tall one is a clean shaven man with hatred burning in his eyes. You feel him try to place... It's not hooks, no, but his influence is best described as little snowflakes, covering your brain in a fog that you easily dispel.

Well, time for this to get interesting.


Your new technique - the one you can only truly use once or twice a fight. You start with the crystals of ice, a thin sheet with an intricate design you formed yourself. With your left hand, you generate a ball of light, teeth gritting as you force more light into your lattice. The beam of light bounces, reflects and refracts a thousand times, and with a thought you manage to pour even more mana into it. Resisting the urge to give it a cool name, you push the last of the light in and let it burst out of the lattice, the shattering of ice followed by a giant beam of rainbow light that burns all it touches. The Demon grins madly, holding his arms out wide. "INTERESTING, HUMAN" it shouts as the beam consumes him. "LET US SEE IF YOU CAN STAND UP AGAINST A TRUE DEMON"

The beam continues for a few moments before you run out of normal mana, forcing yourself to draw from the Abyss. You overused Dawnbringer earlier, so you're quite low. The Demon laughs as he pats himself, smoking from the blow and burned, but not down yet. "AN ADMIRABLE ATTEMPT, BUT NONE CAN SURVIVE MY WRA-"

You point behind the demon, his monologue stopping as he notices you. The demon turns around to see its master sprawled out on the floor a room away, smoking from the blast of light. It didn't quite manage to block all of it, and while the demon is damaged but still able to fight, the summoner isn't in the best of shape, knocked out completely. That means no flow of mana to the Demon.

"Oh bother, not again." it says in a surprisingly normal and posh voice before it is sucked towards the body of the warlock and vanishing within it.

Huh.

You turn to see the Darkness wielder, but as you prepare to fight him a booming voice nearly makes you jump out of your skin. "LET ME SHOW YOU WHY I AM EMPEROR."

You see the Emperor grab a sphere of light with his hand, then crush it. He motions for a harsh uppercut, and for a moment you think it's done nothing until a beam of light bursts out from beneath the darkness wielder and blasts him with it.

After a few seconds, he too falls over defeated.

Yeah, honestly, without the poison these three were probably fine. But hey, free rep.


"I was wondering why you weren't around!" The Emperor says, walking over to you. "Good work, Anastasia." You turn to see the other two, the Pontiff likewise glowing with light and a strange crackling emanating from the Elven woman. They relax after seeing that the assailants are all done. "I imagine that the reason we're not eating is probably due to some poison plot, am I correct?"

You nod, and the Emperor laughs. The Elf lets out a cute giggle. "They really need to learn from their mistakes at least," she says. "Every time they try to poison us it always fails! They've truly got to try better!"

You idly wonder if the three of them are constantly being saved by the Seer who's managed to keep them all alive despite their best efforts. Wait, does that mean that you have to... save them? Are you the only thing standing between this Empire falling and crumbling? But... you wanted to take over, if they die, then...

Wow, Elham wasn't kidding about being useful. With how laid back these leaders are it's only a matter of time until they end up dead. Sure, they might have been able to shrug off the poison, but all three of them, poisoned and fighting a tide of abyssal creatures? Probably wouldn't have ended well.

"Indeed." The Emperor pats you on the should. "Anastasia, this is the Tialha Blightbane, Hierarch of the Elves, and Grand Pontiff O'Sullivan."

You bow before them, and quite quickly the Elf speaks up. "I appreciate your assistance, young Valkyrie. But how did you catch wind of this?"


"Oh, there were three of them in the tavern, looking incredibly suspicious. I could feel the darkness radiating off of them, but the rest just didn't seem to notice. I had to bring an end to my networking and follow them" The two men nod, humming along while the Elf looks confused.

"Is that-"

"It's a light magic thing, Tialha," the Pontiff says, drawing a sigh of frustration out of her.

"I see... Anyway, three? I see only two lost souls here."

"The other one tried to summon the Abyss, I kicked her through the portal halfway through the summoning, then they all shut off and the big tentacle thing was all that's left."

The three of them wince at that. Yeah, not the best way to go. "Well then, Brave Valkyrie," she says, bowing a little on her own. "I am in your debt for this. Should you ever require my services, feel free to make contact."

You look her body up and down, the elf blushing slightly as she notices your leering gaze. "Yes... I suppose I might call upon you soon..." The Hierarch gives you a coquettish little smile in response.

"Perhaps I shall visit the land of Hesse soon, my darling."

The Pontiff shakes his head, stepping between the two of you. Unfortunately, he cockblocked, but not before you managed to get the Elf to come over. That's an absolute win in your book.

What follows is a quick and annoying talk about looting rights, but essentially you fleece the corpse dry and adding it to the rest of your loot, you get the following.

x1 Demon Bound Trinket

x1 Orichalcum Golem Tentacle

x1 Book of Darkest Magic

x1 Brown Elf

x1 Shota Mage

Only question is what you want to do with the boy you blasted with magic. He is an assassin, but...


"My Emperor, this boy is still alive." You turn to him, and he looks at the summoner, rubbing his chin. The boy looks to be in his mid teens. "I'm sure that with some proper guidance, this attractive young teenage boy can be brought back to the light-"

"I see," he murmurs. The two of you nod at one another, and an understanding is formed. "Well, everyone deserves a second shot of redemption." He snaps his fingers and some guards who are soon to lose their jobs rush in. He points at the boy, and they take him away in a hurry.

Since the three wish to actually have their meeting, you gather the rest of your loot and take it out the secret entrance, bungling the body of the elf in your carriage and placing the tentacle above your carriage. It creaks a little, but it should be fine.

Maybe.

You swap back to Kimiko's outfit, and a little exhausted you climb back up to her room. You can tell, because it's the only room on the second floor with the door slightly open. You step in to find the Empress laying on the bed naked, save for a few thin strips of material that line her body. She gives you a sultry smile as you close the door behind you.

"I was starting to think you got cold feet," she says, eyes wandering over your body.

"I got... preoccupied," you say, leaving it at that. You head over to the bed and forcefully grab the Empress, lips pressed against hers as the two of you share a deep, loving kiss. Your heart beats quickly in anticipation. It's just the right amount of Taboo to get you going~


The Tome of Sinister Shadow

This leather tome gently thrums under your touch, as if it's a living, breathing creature. When you open it, you find the words refreshingly direct.

To thee who have taken the power of Shadow, know this.

They will call you monster; beast most abominable. But that could not be further from the truth.

The magic of Darkness was created to rule over the minds of men and mortals, those who are born with it are blessed, better, more worthy than the rest. Even the gods feared us, until they brought down the Light to wipe us out.

If you can read this, you are part of my hope - our magic has not died out yet. Take these lessons and clutch them close, youngling, for your Shadow has yet to grow.

And remember, should you ever feel as if you are doomed, that we are the shadow to the world's light. The brighter it grows, the darker the shadow cast.

Within the ancient tome are several spells detailed, including a strangely familiar one that details the use of "the mental pulses" to deaden certain areas of the user and gain access to "the strength of ten men". It goes into a number of theories about how a skilled magus may be able to combine it with other elements for greatly enhanced abilities, at the cost of their death. It's like a prototypical version of your Dawnbringer, though lacking the light that keeps you healed and healthy.

There are a few scraps of half-baked looks into Necromancy, but the explanation is horrifically complex, speaking of control individual bones and moving them at once. There's some dabbling into Abyssal Summoning that you avoid, but there is one section that catches you by surprise.

It is called the Shadow Strike. It allows a body part or item to 'impress' itself upon the shadow, and that shape to burst forth from a different shadow in contact. The diagrams show a sword being pierced into the ground, only to appear behind an enemy and stab him in the throat.

[New Spell Gained! Shadow Strike

A physical attack from range that has all of the normal physical bonuses/on hit affects as your sword/fist/boot. Costs mana to use, and is very obviously Dark Magic. Requires you to be grounded. If used on an unaware enemy and all die are 15 or higher, will incapacitate them instantly. ]


Her hands roam your body as you kiss, eventually finding the straps to your dress and tugging. The silk cascades down your body as it falls, and soon you're left completely naked. As you break apart, the Empress gives you an appreciative stare.

"No wonder the men are always hounding after you."

"Not just the men~" You silence the Empress with another kiss, her arms wrapping around you as your breasts press into her small cups. She squirms under you, her exotic features just setting you off more. Her skin is soft and pampered and you defile it, raining down a legion of kisses along her collar, throaty purrs escaping from her all the while.

As you go down to plant one final kiss upon her neck, a slim finger presses against your lips. When it comes, her voice is husky, sensual. "Not yet..."

A shiver runs down your spine, and willing to indulge, you loosen your grip on the girl. With a playful smirk, she wiggles further underneath you and you can't help but to let out a cry as her tongue presses against your flower. "I believe you said you wished to learn of my tongue?"

You let out a cry to confirm, and you throw your head back as the Empress eats you out, every motion against your clit causing your mind to seize up. She's a feisty little minx, and each time you can feel yourself getting closer and closer, your hands toying with your breasts while Kimiko pleasures you. Quiet gasps of pleasure escape your lips as the warm feeling suffusing your body reaches the peak...

Only for her to pull back, shaking her head. "Not yet~" she teases, drawing a little bit of ire from you. She thinks she can edge you without consequence? No. You roll over to the other side of the bed and pull Kimiko into your grip, tasting yourself on her as you kiss.

"Caught you~"

Now, for the return fire...


It's always nice to be able to spend your mana on pleasure over business, and with a sigh of relief you put those familiar hooks into your mind again and assume what is rapidly becoming your most natural form. Beautiful beyond measure, calm, collected. The Dawnbringer has arrived.

You can feel how the Empress' heart skips a beat, and you take the chance to make use of that weakness, pinning her to the bed with her legs behind her head. She looks at you, starstruck for a moment before you give her a light kiss on the cheek.

"Payback time, my petal."

She can't move beneath you, and so you get to work feasting upon her body, kissing and biting her pointed pink nipples, fingers dancing over the tapestry that is her form.

The Empress cries beneath you, but there's a solution to that too. you lean over, letting your breast hang above her mouth and she catches wind of your idea, mouth closing over your nipple. She's surprised when milk flows, but the taste, enhanced by your Succubus Ring, is more than enough for her. Kimiko eagerly drinks it down, and you are left patting her head while you fingerblast her, the woman moaning into your breasts as you work her faster and harder. When she looks up she only spots your serene face, perfectly in control as you bring the Empress to her first peak. You coo encouragement as you tease, grope and toy with her soft, pliant body until she's a wreck, sopping wet around your fingers and alternating between sucking you dry and begging for more. You don't give her a chance to rest. Just because her walls clench hard around your fingers doesn't mean you should stop~

The second climax comes even faster, the Empress suckling upon you while you finger her to completion, again and again until she finds herself bereft of the energy to even suck . Which means that you can play with her much more directly. With your hands on your thighs, you begin to press your tongue against her wet slit, the strange taste a delight upon your tongue as you get to eating out the insensate Empress. Her sweaty body writhes in place, her legs coming loose but still unable to do much other than wrap themselves around your head as your tongue toys with her most sensitive spot until she's once again brought to the peak, crying out loud as the orgasm overwhelms her. Her trembling, weak leglock is easy to break and you look upon your handiwork with pride.

Her messy black hair covers half her face, the rest splayed out across the bright white sheets. Her chest rises and falls as she breathes deeply, sweat shimmering across her body as she tries to recover. But above it all, it's her eyes. Firmly affixed upon you and your radiance.

"That..." The Empress takes a deep breath. "That was... something else."

"Oh, I'm not done yet." you tell her. Her face drops upon hearing that. You raise a finger, ball of light gathering at the tip and press it just below her belly. The woman looks at you confused for a second, before she starts to writhe once more, back arching as your Blessing forms a thick, juicy cock. The first you've been with since Manat's, oh so many years ago.

"Oh..." she murmurs, looking down at her new, throbbing addition, touching it curiously. "No wonder it's all girls in your sanctum..."

You embrace her, planting a kiss on her cheek as you start to grind against her new member. "It's certainly an interesting blessing," you tell Kimiko, squeezing the cock between your thighs. The sharp gasp she makes at that tells you to keep on going, and so you start. Pinned beneath you, she can only moan as you ride your lips up and down, slit sliding along her sensitive new addition.

"You know, this is a blessing for procreation, my dear Empress. I've heard of an Emperor having bastard children, but never the other way around ~"

There's an adorable twitch of her throbbing length as you continue the thigh job, betraying her expectations. "Anaaaa~ Stop it~"

You let out a warm laugh. "Turnabout is fair play, my dear." You rub your slit along her length again, faster, only ever stopping to tease her but putting her trembling tip right against your entrance only to pull away at the last moment. "I'll let you put it in if you can last a whole minute~"

With the goal set, you continue rubbing her rod between your thighs, grinning as her breaths come in short bursts, the Empress visibly straining to not just unload it all in an instant. The best part though, is that her breasts are still just as sensitive, so with a free hand you grope per body, molesting it further as she focuses on resilience. "Come on, just a little longer Kimi, last a little longer and you can finally put it in~"

Her fingers tremble, and as your thighjob continues she finds herself gripping the bedsheets until her knuckles go white, but it's too alien, too new for her and with a cry of regret she cums, ropes of seed shooting onto the bedsheets behind you.

"What a shame," you tell her, gently stroking her head as the last ropes of seed leave her, the blessing starting to fade as the cock shrivels and vanishes. Kimiko twitches on her bed, overcome by the wild round. You lean over and begin to gently whisper words into her ear. "A good start. Let's do this again sometime."

She lets out a grunt of acceptance, and you respond with a kiss upon her cheek. With the addictive you leaked onto her cock and all the milk she drank, as well as the kisses you shared? If Shaitan isn't a complete failure she'll be back, begging for you soon.

With a spring in your step, you deactivate your Dawnbringer and leave the hotel to enter your carriage. The large metal tentacle atop it makes the journey slower, but you've had such a good day you can't find it in you to complain.


The journey back home is uneventful, but it does give you the golden chance to read the dark tome you picked up, even netting you a new trick. Your mana slowly recovers as you pull back home, your Inner Circle maids running down to help their new sister up into the secretive part of the castle.

Even after taking a bath, being dried by your maids and being dressed by them, she's still out cold. You head into what is now her room and sit in the bed alongside her. It's time to think what you're going to do to this Elf.


You take a look at her, a frown forming on your face. Those scares... they're the signs of being brought up in servitude. Those scars are ugly. There's a beauty beneath it all, but the cream scars on her brown skin are too omnipresent for you to just ignore it. Clicking your tongue in frustration, you get to healing them all up. It's thankless work, but by peering into her mind, finding her self image and making tiny changes to what she thinks she looks like, you can heal away the scars and turn her body back to normal.

The Elf is quite a looker when naked and not scarred. Her large chest is soft, but she's got a very toned and athletic midsection, though her hips aren't the widest, sitting at average. She breathes softly as she rests, and after putting a hook all through that part of the brain that it hurts to look at, you allow her to awaken.

It is not a peaceful awakening, the elf's eyes snapping open wide. She scrambles away from you, reaching for a knife at her hip but finding nothing, her eyes reminding you of those of a wild animal. You can sense the panic in them, but you don't oblige.

"You're safe here," you tell the elf. Upon hearing your voice, perhaps remembering the beating you gave her, she hisses.

"I won't tell!" she shouts in a slightly accented voice. "Dog of the Empire, I'll never tell! I'd sooner die!"

She bites into the flesh of her arm, drawing blood, then she begins to chant, only to stop as nothing happens, her abyssal abilities sealed. She looks down at her arms for a moment, only to freeze as she notices that her scars have all gone. Spellbound, she turns her arms over, looking at every inch of her skin, finding flawless skin instead.

"W-what...?" Tears begin to well in her eyes as she looks down at her unblemished skin, unable to figure out a response.


"Greetings, Elf" you tell her, staring down at her pitiful body. "I am Anastasia Blumenthal-Hesse. And you belong to me now."

The Elf snarls biting herself once again, but no matter how much blood she draws or how hard she chants, the creatures from the world between worlds fail to materialise. Sighing, you head over to her and place a hand on her side. She recoils at your touch, but the warm feeling of the soothing light healing her wounds makes her lower her guard a little.

"Please don't summon Abyssal creatures in my home. The last was... difficult to get rid of."

The elf's hands fall to her side. Without the ability to summon creatures, she's given up, tears streaming from her eyes. "So I trade one master for another," she whispers, trembling in place. "Why have you done this? Have you made me whole again so you can brand your own mark onto me?"

You shake your head. "It hurt me so, to see such a beautiful creature marred by abuse."

That sets her off, the girl lashing out. "Shut up! I know of you dogs and your depravity, your mindless cruelty. This is a trick! She couldn't break me, you WON'T!" Her fingers dig deep into her sides, the nails breaking skin and drawing blood.

You embrace the woman in a soft, enveloping hug, rubbing her back as she cries. "There there," you murmur, patting her back as the elf trembles. Curiously enough, the Elf doesn't try to break free. "I wasn't lying. As long as you remain with me, no harm will come to you."

You pulse the light into her again, healing the gouges her nails made, and with that, she finally starts to calm down. "Now then, my dear, what is your name?"

The elf quivers in place. "This one... her mistress called this one 'Val.'"

[Mental Threshold passed]

"No," you tell her shaking your head. That name doesn't sound very Elven at all. "Is there a name before that?"

The elf stiffens in your grip for a moment, but still manages to blubber out a reply. "Faelyn..."

You pull apart from the hug, flashing the elf a radiant smile. "Well, welcome to my home, Faelyn. I'm glad to have you."


You grab a spare set of maid outfits from the cupboard and throw it to her, the elf almost yelping in surprise. It's then that she notices her own nudity, and after giving her some time to change, you open the door and beckon for her to come.

She watches in awe as you walk her around the refurbished top floor of the castle. Aside from that room you refuse to enter, it's clean, hanging baskets of flowers and luxurious tapestries everywhere. You walk, and your Elf gasps as she witnesses...

Peace.

It started with Kathleen's friendly greeting and your kiss on her cheek, but soon the Elf spotted more. Nadir and Sahar groping one another in an alcove, the soft clothes, the warm bath, the bountiful meals...

But through it all, your elf can't help but notice that your maids are all flawless. Deeply attracted to you, yes, but not a single one hates being here. They're all your cute loyal servants, and if any of them ever want to leave... you can force them to reconsider.

After a while, Faelyn manages to blurt out a question. "What... What is this place? Slavery isn't supposed to be like this..."


You ruffle her hair, grinning. "This place? It's Home."

Faelyn tells you everything you wish to know about her, eagerly offering up whatever parts of her past you find interesting in return for a sense of belonging. As you speak, maids come in offering sweet snacks and refreshments, always referring to the elf as a 'new sister'. You can feel her heart rise with elation at the sense, the feeling of belonging, but you don't do anything with her yet.

The information you get from her is... worrying, to say the least. The Elven Hierarch keeps bad company, apparently. Faelyn was kept below the ground as a slave to a sadistic elven lord who regularly sacrificed living beings to 'call upon the Abyss'. They were bled, the great deal of blood luring the Abyssal creatures from the depths, at which point the connection would be cut and the vast quantities of orichalcum would be free to mine. She got lucky, surviving her first bleeding, though not without being changed. She learned to speak, to understand the creature enough to get them to target others instead of her. As the bleedings failed to kill her, the guards got more impatient, inflicting heavy wounds onto her, until she snapped, pledging what was left of her to the Abyss in return for it the creature she summoned destroying the castle she was imprisoned in.

The worrying thing is that apparently, the Hierarch knew. As did the Emperor. This practice, according to her, was perfected a number of years ago and has been seeing heavy use since then. She escaped, and swore vengeance. Eventually, she met up with a young Warlock who's family was killed by the church to steal his bound demons and a Dark Magic user who wished to 'drown the world in darkness'. The three of them set out a plan, and then you happened.

She begins crying halfway through, but your hugs manage to calm her down enough.

And strangely enough, without a hint of Dark Magic, you have got yourself your own elf.


You kneel before the throne, the sword gently resting upon your head. "Let it be known. Duchess Anastasia Blumenthal-Hesse, from this day you lead a new order. Our Empire's Knights Valkyrion. Sworn to root out the Darkness wherever it is found."

The aura of light that surrounds the Emperor is very impressive, his voice booming through the great hall while those present kneel.

The idea of raising your own set of Knights was greatly appreciated by the Emperor. With the Hesse Knight's Voratum having their hands full with the expansion into the Wildlands and protecting the new road to the north from banditry, you were starting to become short-handed in terms of muscle.

The groundwork of this had already been set a few years prior by your mother, and as such it was mostly a formality to raise your own order. A public blessing by the Emperor, and your Knights Valkyrion were born.

You walk down the hall, servants and minor nobles clapping as you leave. You're far from the only bit of official business the Emperor has to deal with today, and so you begin to head to the other end of the palace, thinking about how you'll deal with your Knights. It'll take some time to properly raise them, but they'll be quite useful should you do it correctly...


You make a few mental notes about your order, the shape of it coming together. That Tentacle will be useful, a full set of swords for your officers. You can pick from your old friends, and maybe even have the children in your Orphanage work as pages and squires for the knights within.

It's a grand old plan, and a loyal retinue of knights gives you your own personal, loyal force. While the Knights Voratum are sworn to the house of Hesse, you know that they truly follow the Emperor.

The same might not be said of the Knights Valkyrion.

However, it'll take at least a year to get it settled and set up. But right now, it's time to live in the present.

As you enter the Private Gardens of the Empress, you spot Hope playing with the twins once again, forcing the two to playfight for her enjoyment. This place is heavily guarded from the outside, and you've made sure that there aren't any worrying spies. Kimiko is quick to find you, immediately reaching up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arm around your neck as she kisses you, almost melting as you grip her back and kiss. You pulse the power of your ring, forcing your fluids to be addictive before the two of you pull apart, Kimiko slowing you a needy smile.

"Well hello there, Lady Knight~"

"Someone's happy to see me," you murmur before leaning back to peck the lips of the Empress. After that night in the Casino, the Empress seemed a bit more... desperate the next time you had a playdate with Hope, barely able to stop herself from kissing you and indulging in your body, but this time she's thrown caution to the win. You watch curiously as she rubs her thighs together.

"I've been feeling a bit frisky recently," she admits, staring directly at you. "And my husband's so busy these days. I've found myself looking forward to our little trysts."

Ah, it looks as if she's being affected by a mixture of things. Your beauty, Shaitan's fluids and your own skill. The hot and horny Empress grabs your hand, bringing you towards her retreat - the bedroom she has within the Empress's Garden for receiving important guests from other cultures who practice the strict separation of males and females. "Come on," she tells you, almost dragging you within.


With a mental flick, the armour surrounding you breaks away, revealing the slutty qipao that Kimiko gifted you underneath. She grabs the side of it, pulling the strap loose even as she falls backwards, dragging you down with her onto the bed.

You land on top of her, of course, and take great pleasure in teasing the needy empress as you slowly take off every article of clothing covering her body.

Of course, she's not wearing underwear.

"Hurry up~"

You deliberately slow down, peeling her tight outfit off of her skin until the two of you are together again, both naked and cuddling in the bed. The two of you tumble in the sheets, kissing and cuddling, urgent to just taste one another. You kiss and grope, until the two of you finally have your fill. Your aura comes to easily, glowing as Kimiko lies underneath you.

"Honestly," she says, breathlessly. "I didn't even have a thing for other women until you."

A smug smirk adorns your lips. "I get that a lot."

The woman leans up and plans a kiss upon your collarbone. "But I've started to learn to appreciate the... feminine form."

You roll your eyes as the Empress gives your nipple a tease with her tongue. "Get a lot of that one too."

She swats you gently on the thigh, but you don't stop her nursing from your nipples, shuddering slightly at the feeling. Seriously, what did Hope do to you to get your body feeling so good?

You lose yourself in it for a few moments, until that lovely sensation of being drained fades. "Ana... Lets do it."

"Oh? You think you can do it this time?"

She nervously nods, and you're more than happy to oblige. With a press of your finger her rod grows, the soft skin surrounding it stretching as she rapidly grows to full hardness. Looking at you with a resolute determination in her eyes, she motions for you to begin as you start up your thighjob once again. Your muscles don't exactly crush her, but it's more than enough to have the Empress moaning out loud.

"Already? Have I been training you into a quickshot?"

The Empress shakes her head, starting to pound her hips in a rhythm as she resolves herself. The pair of you cry out as you shift it to rub against your slit, but to your credit, Kimiko manages it.

Even if her rod is twitching with need by the time you're all done.

"Wow," you tell her, gripping the base of her cock with your finger and thumb. "You finally managed it. And you know what that means?"

"Please," she begs, her breaths ragged and short. "Do you know how annoying it is to have this thing but never put it in a woman?"

You plant a kiss on her lips, moving your head over to her ear so you can whisper one final word. "Beg."

"Anaaaa, don't be like this..."

You feel her tremble underneath, and your whisper only makes her even hotter. "We both know you love it when I make you beg~"

Letting out a whine of frustration, the Empress abandons her dignity, and for the first time calls you the name you've been waiting for her to utter for so long now. "Please... M-m-mistress..."

Grinning from ear to ear, you decide it's finally time to give your good little pet a reward, and so guiding her cock, you finally let her penetrate your tight flower. It's thick and hard, filling you in a way you didn't know you needed, but you don't let it show on your face. Right now you're too focused on how deliriously happy Kimiko is, and if you were to join her, the dynamics of control would be all wrong~

She attempts to place her hands on your hips, but you bat them aside as she stares up at you, her messy hair splayed over the sheets. Following your instincts, you squeeze down on her, and with a cry the Empress unloads back arching as she thrusts her hips in the throes of pleasure.

You gently stroke her cheek as she climaxes, the hot seed touching your deepest place. "Good girl," you whisper to her, smiling at the state of the once-resolute Empress. "I'm so proud of you..."

Kimiko's hand reaches for yours, and as the two of you stare at one another, you interlock fingers.


Your child has the parameters 94 Strength, 96 Disguise and 86 on the shard.

Your new child is a Demon of Pride, a dreadfully intelligent and competent set of demons known as being planners, leaders. They desire to be the greatest, and through that desire comes passion and strength to learn, to grow, to mature, to be the best. Pride demons are fast growing, both mentally and physically.

At 94 Strength, she (for all born from your womb are female, penis or otherwise) will be physically and mentally powerful. Once her strength has peaked, she will be far stronger than any human, requiring a number of knights - or one exceptional hero - to take her down.

At 96 Disguise, she is near completely human, the only difference being that she has slightly paler skin.

At 86 Shard, she has pulled from the demons before her and drawn from the life of Tezcatlipoca, a powerful demon general who's legendary slaughters carved a bloody swathe through the land so deep that in places the screaming of his victims can still be heard. She shall subsist off of blood in return for stronger abilities, and she (and those she sires) will prefer the night. A new race of demon. Vampire.


After cleaning up, you and Kimiko say your goodbyes as you force Hope to free the twins from her ridiculous plant-stem manacles and begin the long flight home. Really, it'd take over a day's travel normally, but your flight makes things so much easier.

You hold a hand on your womb and laugh. When Hope turns to you, in your little pocket of wind you tell her the truth.

"You're getting a sister!"


When you land back home, Hope is... strange. Normally after a feeding she gets tired, but today she refuses to leave you, crying her lungs out if you so much as let go of her for a single moment. For the rest of the day she shot hateful looks at your belly and tried her best to act cute, playful and adorable, (which wasn't hard for her) but whenever a maid came to take her, the crying started again. She stayed like that the entire day, much to your frustration, until her ire lost to her weak baby body and she fell asleep naturally.

Sometimes it's hard being a mother.

Your first dose of Hathor's Grace went over fine, and you woke up in the morning feeling perfectly fine, if a little bloated. However, today's a special day, because -


Today is a special day. You've planned something nice for the girls today - a reward for service and loyalty.

You're up early, most of the maids still sleeping. You head over to the bathroom, and begin your work. The pool of water is cool, the magic furnace the floor below kept off as per your request. Also within are the fine wines you ordered, kept cool within this room. The circulation is still going, and you use it to your advantage. Water helps the treatment.

But it could look a little better, couldn't it?

You make use of your ice magic shaping the water into several statues of yourself that adorn the room. The temperature drops, but you don't mind at all. Rather, it only serves to excite you further. Between the statues you craft delicate flowers of ice upon frosty vines, and with that you craft an orb of Radiance and place it under the water, the bright light illuminating you and being refracted between the statues. A thin mist hangs in the air, and to top it off you shape some of the water into your chair. No, a throne.

Yes, a throne fits nicely.

However, this is more than just a beauty treatment. This is the crossing of a threshold - a movement into a new era. The child squirming in your womb is another demon like Hope, and you'll be having it in a few days. Most of your servants don't know the full depths of your heresy, and it might just be time to show them all. They'll need a supernatural explanation of what's going on, after all.


It is a blessing - the new masters of this world will arise from the fruit of your womb, and the maids are Chosen by being the ones to raise them. And they too shall be blessed.

You sit upon your throne of ice, naked, as the maids start to filter in. You watch as they eye you with lust, but they are quiet as more of them are dragged into your presence. The shining radiance of your Dawnbringer interacts wonderfully with the ice in the room, the light coursing off your body refracting a thousand times, a pale blue aurora shimmering across the room. It feels ethereal, out of this world, and judging by the fact that some of the maids are tearing their eyes off of you enough to appreciate the wonderful glowing atmosphere.

It's cold, and you an see the fogging their breaths cause as they breathe. You, of course, don't, and that only lends itself to your aura of a perfect, unchanging being first.

Once all of the girls are in, the door is closed behind them, and you finally start to speak. All eyes are on you, obsessed, watching, waiting.

"Good morning, my lovelies," you say, the smooth voice bringing a hint of warmth to the cheeks of your audience. "I have come today with a blessing. One of extended life" You amplify the light coursing off of you, the room glowing once again while the maids gasp in awe.

"But first, joyous news to all. I am with child once again." There's a smattering of cheering, of excitement, of questions. You raise a single finger, and they fall silent, though visibly happy at the news. "And that child is a demon."

Things go deathly silent, but you press onwards. "This is not my first demonic child. Hope, the first and greatest of my children, is also a Demon."

They watch in fear, though Elham, the one who knows, simply rolls her eyes, bored at yet another one of your megalomaniacal speeches. The least she could do is play along, the others haven't experienced this yet.

Your booming voice is crisp and clear, not a hint of weakness or hesitation, just perfect, almost inhuman clarity. It sends a chill down their spine, but the thing is that the maids are watching, intently.

"I am blessed, blessed beyond measure, to bring forth such wonderful beings into this world. They are the new Masters of the mortals, all born from the flesh of my womb. Destined to rule eternal. You must have had questions, wondering why a child such as Hope was so strong, so smart, so gifted despite her infancy. And now you know."

A shiver runs through the maids, though not one of cold.

"Yet I am not the only one here due a boon. You, all of you, are Chosen. Handpicked by the Mother of Demons to help raise her children. Each of you, above all else, are Chosen and Blessed!" You throw your arms out wide, letting out a laugh.

"This is but the first of the gifts that shall be bestowed upon you! This is the secret to eternal beauty, a spell that keeps the user fresh and young, halving the effect of the ravages of time." The pool beneath you glows once more, and they watch it, unsteady.

"You must have considered it. The painful ravages of time, your days of bliss here underpinned with the thought that one day you would no longer be attractive or useful and thrown out, that whispering self-hatred that lurks within all of us. All that would be gone, and you would live with me in ecstasy for eternity."

There's a madness, a fervour to your voice that you can't tell arouses the maids or incites fear into them. "And once my Hope... our hope grows up, there are far more boons waiting. I have given you pleasure, purpose, safety, love. All of this shall be ours eternally should you simply remain my cute, loyal maids."

You hold your arms out wide, face serene as the maids finally let it wash over them, the gravity of not only your admission but of the consequences. Sahar, Oma and Nadir watch the others, not willing to interrupt. They've already glimpsed the darkness within you, that darkness is inside of them. It's all about the others.

For a horrible moment you think they're going to run, to scream and yell for help...

But the first one to speak is a quiet, quivering voice, is Kathleen. "If... If they don't hurt Ma and Pa... Then..."

You just smile at her. "Fear not. The families of the Chosen will be rewarded greatly, should you prove loyal."

Faelyn is the next to move forward. "I don't care," the elf cries out, tears running from her face. "E-even if you were selling the world to the Abyss itself, I... I just don't want this time to end..."

There are a few murmurs from the other maids at the confessions of the other two, and thankfully Nadir uses this time to interrupt. She steps forward, before turning around to look at the rest of the maids. "Think about it," she says. "Before, we were just living, existing. Isn't it much better to have a purpose to exist? We all follow the Mistress for the same reason if we like to admit it or not, we seek to be part of something greater, and we taste the greatness she is. This is just becoming core parts in another, greater whole!"

And with that, the tide shifts, the maids talking among themselves about you, about your offer, and slowly, a ripple courses through them. This is their Home, and the pleasures you provide to those serving you, the joy every day is, they can't leave. This place has had its talons in them for a while now, and your kind treatment of them has paid dividends.

What awaits them outside your embrace? And can it possibly compete with what they know?

Your maids, your new acolytes step forward, ready to receive their blessing.


The girls strip, shivering as they join you within the pool. The water of the giant bath is still circulating despite the lack of heat, so the true effects of your spell doesn't taint the pool as much as it should.

They step into the freezing water, shivering all the while, only to be warmed by your gentle embrace. After letting themselves acclimatize, you place a finger on their forehead, mana swirling around you. A thin coating of ice covers them, their bodies glowing as they're saturated with yet more Light. It's a curious treatment, tricking the body into slowing down its own aging, but it clearly works. The treatment cleanses them, adds more life while keeping their appearance frozen. Magic responds well to symbols, and the ice representing the perfect crystallization of beauty is as powerful a symbol as it comes.

They always moan as the light purges them from within, shaping their body to better hold the eternal beauty you've blessed it with. Should the treatments keep up every six months or so, the body should age about half as fast. Which adds up to a lot, should they live long enough.

You've already made such great strides in eternal life, who's to say that eternal youth might not just be around the corner?

Since these are your maids, you elect to do one extra change with the purge and crystallisation, purging the hair from their bodies, leaving them with soft, blemish free skin that aches to be toyed. No woman enjoys having to deal with their body hair, and the removal of it is yet another point in your favour.

One by one, your servants come to receive their rewards. Faelyn does it while crying, never letting go until you regretfully tell her that the other girls need their turn. Some of the more masochistic maids barely hold their arousal, your speech triggering something deep within them.

Nadir even whispers to you as you do your work. "Great job, Mistress. They loved it~"

After a few minutes, the blessings are done, all of your maids glowing slightly with healthy skin suffused with the light. They look almost radiant.

And when you dismiss them, when they start to filter out to change out of wet clothes, warm up and start work, one remains. Faelyn, your elf, still crying in her wet clothes.


After such an emotionally charged speech, it's normal for some girls to be overcome with feelings. You head over to the elf and embrace her tight, gently rubbing her ears as she cries.

"There there," you whisper to her, the elf trembling in your grip. "What's wrong, my flower?"

After taking a moment to stop sobbing, the elf looks up to you, tears beading in her eyes once more. "P-please... if the demons ever want sacrifice, j-just kill me first-"

You give the girl a curt slap on the bottom, drawing a yell from her. "Don't be foolish, Faelyn," you tell her a hint of steel in your voice. "I promised, didn't I? You're not going to be fodder, food or sacrifice. You're chosen, Faelyn."

"Promise...?" You gently nod, and a moment later she squeezes you tight with another crushing hug. "I'll do whatever... just don't hurt me again."

You kiss the elf on the cheek and hug her back. There's no way you'd ever let harm come to your precious acolytes. Loyalty, even through groupthink, abuse or peer pressure, is a valuable resource, and these girls are far more useful than they know. Your second demon is on the way, but what of the third, the fourth?

As Faelyn cries into your shoulder, your womb tingles as you think of what other brothers and sisters you can give your Hope.

After a while, the elf recovers enough to return to her duties, and as such you finally leave the bathroom. Waiting outside, leaning against the wall is Elham.

"I'm not sure if you're more stupid or crazy," she admits quite frankly. "Few would dare admit the depths of ones evil."

Ah. She wants to get lippy.


Your hand slams against her head, the Seer jumping in fear slightly, though when she notices your smirk she calms down.

Slightly.

"And here I thought honesty was a virtue."

The Seer looks up at you, quivering slightly, but shakes her head, recovering. "There is no virtue in your brand of evil, Anastasia. It is not just your kingdom, but the whole world that is prosperous and whole. You would seek to destroy it. "

You shake your head and sigh. She just doesn't see, does she?

"Miss Elham, do you know where I found Faelyn?"

She rolls her eyes. "Starving off the street? A freed slave? Charity does not-"

"Faelyn was trying to assassinate the Emperor. Even willing to sacrifice herself to the Abyss to make it a reality." The seer pauses in shock. She wasn't expecting that.

"She was a sacrifice, bled to summon creatures of the abyss for Orichalcum, seeking revenge against all those who would perpetuate it."

"No," the Seer says, shaking her head. "That's been outlawed since-"

"Prosperity is built on the backbone of suffering, Elham. It always has been, and it always will be. It's just that most of the time, those who suffer are kept out of sight, out of mind. All those who rule the world have at least some evil in them, regardless of their intentions."

You pull your hand away, leaving the Seer to stew with your words as you start to walk.

"It's just that unlike them, I'm honest about my convictions."


The week passes quickly, the maids taking the whole "demon" thing surprisingly well. They treat Hope with far more reverence, and your child seems to enjoy it.

Your belly swells quickly as the child grows within, until at last, a full week since your meeting with Kimi, you feel it. Whatever Hope did to your body is amplified, as you can't stop yourself moaning like a common whore as you squeeze down, pushing your new child out of your body, blighting the world with another demon.

You constantly climax as she comes out and by the time you're finished you're dishevelled, resembling more a maid after a session with you than the Anastasia known and loved by all. The Maids are overjoyed to see another new child, gathering around and watching them with reverence. Unfortunately, Nadir gets a little too close to the baby, teasing its lips only to be bitten by the baby, drawing blood.

Her crimson eyes are strange, but nothing overly unusual, and after the maids hand you back the child to nurse, you're forced to think of a name.

Your thoughts are interrupted as Hope crawls over your body, taking the other nipple while shooting hateful glances at the intruder on the other teat.

Right, where were you? Ah, yes. Name for your new child.


The next few days are a flurry of activity. Not only do you have to double your daily training regimen, but you work on getting Hope to hate her sister less. You do so by cutting time normally spent for meals and social activity away, making sure to spend even more time with Hope than before. It's like your Daughter knows that she can get you to do more things with her by guilting you about the sibling situation, but you're just too in love with your daughter to say no to her whims.

Fate is a well behaved baby, never really crying. While she doesn't show as much overt magical power as hope, you can tell that great potential awaits within her.

You and the maids help raise Faith and Hope for another week, with not much happening. The Maids are surprisingly happy about the fact that they no longer have to shave thanks to your blessing removing the hairs, and you see Elham spend quite a lot of time with your elf.

Soon though, the time comes for your meeting with the Elven Hierarch. It just depends on how you want to swing this thing...


You leave the most loyal of your servants upstairs as you receive the Elf. She has a few guards with her, but that's par for the course. They wait outside as you meet her in the dining room, sampling the tea your butler has served her with a smile.

"Mmh... Fragrant, but with a hint of spice. Al'kehir?"

"Came across the new road from Al'Somayeh," you say, taking your seat opposite her. You keep the black and gold inside, instead wearing white and blue with your meeting, a long ballroom dress that has the elf looking on in wonder.

Tialha's dress is revealing, thin silks that high her body tightly. She leans forward as you sit opposite her, a flirty smile falling upon her lips. "Well well, it looks like your road is paying dividends."

"Indeed, but I doubt you've come to talk matters of the realm," you tell the Elf, who smiles back in response. There's a a hint of... something else there. Not just being a flirt. There's ambition. Hunger.

"Mmh... I'm aware of the type of fun you like to have, Valkyrie. But before the fun can begin, I bring forth an offer."

Oh? You had thought this was just going to be a quickie, but she actually has business. "As the Emperor's trusted friend, I've thought to give you a... special position, even among the duchy."

You raise an eyebrow, curious about her offer. "We are entering dark times," she admits frankly. "The forces of darkness are rising, heroes are vanishing and the wielders of dark are beginning to stir. The attempted assassination caused quite a mess after all, and the issue that that are so few new Heroes rising up. Most of the strongest are from the previous generation, and humans are so woefully short lived."

Her eyes meet with yours. "My spies ins on various... undesirables, malevolent people who wish to disrupt the current order. We don't get all of them, that one group that tried to kill us slipped through our grasp, but we get enough. We could... influence where they rampage, and what would soothe the hearts of the people more than seeing an angelic protector, blessed by the divine, smite down their enemies?"

The elf crosses her legs and shoots you a fiendish smile. "How do you feel about a few... public executions? The Emperor doesn't have to know~"


You stare at the Elf in shock for a moment before shaking your head. "I must confess, Lady Hierarch, you have quite a poor sense of humour."

For a moment she looks almost hurt, but her composed look returns soon. "However," you say, not wanting to end it there. "I am very interested in working together to find these elements before they can cause 'unrest'."

The elf lets out a sad sigh, her ears drooping in response. "What a shame," she murmurs, shaking her head. "You were such a promising candidate. But this can still work. Yes..." She strokes her chin, falling deep into thought before speaking once more. "Very well then, with your blessing, I shall instruct my agents to send a few locations to your new Knight order once it has fully formed."


With a nod you agree to her altered deal. This whole thing seems shady, but agreeing for now might reap dividends later. Not like you couldn't just betray her later.

The Elf claps her hands together with joy at that, smiling like a schoolgirl. "Wonderful! It's a pleasure to be working together, Anastasia. " She leans forward over the table, letting you get a nice long look at her cleavage. "What say we start this working relationship off right, hmm?"


You can practically feel it. She wants you. It's the secret she keeps just bubbling beneath the surface. More than just as a tool or a tryst, this elf wants you as a partner in... well, not exactly crime, but business so illicit it straddles the line of both.

You place your Dawnbringer and let the familiar euphoria and crystal clear clarity run over you, the Elf raising her eyebrow for a moment before you steal her lips away with a kiss that leaves her breathless.

Not wanting to give her a chance, you pull her over the table by the shoulders, ignoring the spilled tea and her kicks of surprise, then place her firmly in your lap, ass facing up. The slutty elf's skirt is almost transparent and ill fitting, the round shape of her ass visible through the revealing material. You give her butt a light swat, smirking as she cries out in surprise. "H-hey," she mutters, turning back to look at you. "At least get a paddle or something..."

"Oh, I prefer to work all natural," you admit to the elf. With her ass in the air, you strip away her clothes, leaving her bare bottom naked to the air. You worm your fingers inside of her, smiling as you watch the elf scream in your grip. She struggles at first, butt as you continue to finger her in your lap, her hips buckling, that defiance starts to slowly leave her. When she tries to resist, you silence her with a slap to her butt, her voice shrill as she cries out. At once point your door opens, an elven guard peering in wealth spear ready, but it blushes red as it sees the hierarch, and you wave it away while it closes the door wordlessly.

It doesn't take too long until your slap makes her moan, body twitching as your fingers bring her to orgasm for the first time of many. You gates your two fingers, savouring the cloying taste as the elf pants in your grasp. "Delicious," you tell her, gazing at her reddened face. "You know, I'm an easier woman to work with than many think. I just need the right... incentive." You go to slap her ass again, only to activate your cold touch and the light, healing her up, much to her wonder. She still twitches slightly, but manages a response.

"Heard you liked to be in charge... didn't think it was like this..."

You smirk as the healing continues, then you flip her over, her freshly healed but still tender ass squirming in your lap. You plant a kiss against her once more, relishing the taste of the elf, Whenever your fingers twist around the tips of her ears she cries out for you. it's such a delight toying with the Hierarch in your lap, every touch a mix between hot and cold. She squirms with every touch, every warm breath into her ear, and whenever you press down on her sex you're rewarded with a moan of pure ecstasy.

You toy with her in your lap in between rounds of sloppy, lustful makeouts that leave her looking positively lewd. With how amazing she looks, you seriously consider if the elves choose their ruler based off of looks, because right now, you want her.

It's simply too much. With your lips pressed against hers, you can't stop yourself from fondling her soft, hefty breasts, relishing every chance you get to change the temperature. The Elf screams into your mouth every time the warm pinch of your fingers becomes ice cold, or when a caress across the back becomes a freezing cold finger across the back. For a moment, you feel her weaken, only for a strange fire to light in her eyes. She's not strong enough to push you back but she tries, her hands heading to between your legs to your wet flower.

"You shouldn't be the only one to feel good~" She touches you, making your breath hitch, but that doesn't prepare you for the violent shock and the trembling, tingling feeling your whole body is overcome with. Lightning Magic...

The Elf continues, placing light shocks in your chest, on your clit, each one tingling, making your heart thrum with added excitement. The shock travels through your whole body, leaving you warm and hot, a perfect contrast to your ice cold fingers.

The two of you continue indulging, the elf brought closer to climax by the rapidly alternating hot and cold and you constantly getting shocked. Each jolt makes your mind go fuzzy, and eventually the jolt does so much more than just make you feel warm. Her fingers press against your clit, the magic comes and you cry out, moaning as you're brought to a shuddering finish. The two of you embrace for a time, kissing but too spent to go much further until that too ends. Cuddling, the pair of you breath hard as you recover from the ordeal.

"Septimus above, this is why I love Ice mages," she murmurs, still shivering in excitement.

"Didn't even know Lightning magic could do that," you counter, honestly impressed. The Elf lets out a coy laugh.

"Oh, there's so much fun you can have with magic in the bedroom, it's not a monopoly of Light. Why, some girls I know very much enjoy the feeling of getting branded, complete total submission, a mark of their master of mistress. When it's done with their master's own magic..." Her fingers crawl up your chest, teasing as her voice becomes naught but a whisper. "They adore it just so much more~"

That idea sticks with you. Some kind of mark, not as violent as a brand, but a tattoo for your girls? Would they enjoy something like that...?


You're amazed at how quickly the elf recovers, putting her clothes back on in no time at all. It seems as if she's in a bit of a hurry, and so you help per dress, hands lingering in certain places for just a hint too long, the elf making flirty comments whenever you grope for too long. "Well, dear, good luck with the Knights Valkyrion. I'll be in contact~"

And with that, the Elf vanishes, leaving only questions in her wake.


"AFTER .. THREE WEEKS, I AM FREE ONCE MORE! LORD LEGATUS, SHARD OF THE PRIMORDIAL WRATH, DEMON OF THE FIRST CIRCLE. POINT ME TO YOUR ENEMIES, SO THAT I MAY FEAST UPON THEIR SPINES"

You let out a sigh of exhaustion, holding both of the babies to your breasts. It feels good, but no amount of pleasure can deal with two thirsty, angry babies who seem to only want your milk. It's been so exhausting that you've had to start double booking things, meeting organizers for your tournament with Hope still nursing from you.

The fiery demon looks at you and your children, the flames petering out as he stares at you. The Skull of Legatus was a powerful artefact, yes, and so you decide to finally bring the demon out. His only response to seeing his summoner , a haggard looking woman nursing two children is to blankly stare.

"Huh?"

The cadence and echo to his voice vanishes, only for you to make it even worse as you sigh, pouring mana into your ring and incarnating Shaitan.

"Oh Leggy! You're finally here again!"

The demon of Wrath stares at Shaitan, concerned and confused. He looks at her, then back to you, then back to her.

"Why do I sense a demon of pride?" he asks. You point at your left breast, Faith giving him a small wave while still suckling and-OUCH

Septimus above, you hate it when she bites the nipple.

"What."


"Shaitan .. Please..."

Your heartfelt request is needy and thankfully your useful succubus answers for you. "Oh, so this is easy. Legatus, that woman over there is Mother's reincarnation, and she's given birth to a new demon lord to liberate us!" She claps her hands together excitedly. "Mistress Hope's a little small now, but in just a few short human years, she'll lead us! We'll be important again! Respected again!"

The wrath demon tilts his head, snarling in anger. Fire flares behind him as his true burning majesty is made manifest once more. "DO NOT LIE TO ME WITH SUCH FARCICAL TALES, SHAITAN. THAT CHILD-"

You feel a pressure leaving your nipple and hear something of an audible sigh from Hope. The baby points a finger at the demon and fires, the beam of water rushing towards the Demon. However, with a swing of his blade, he manages to block it, though his scythe cracks and shatters in response. "PITIFUL," he shouts, swinging around his broken weapon, the metal slowly regenerating to be whole again. "SUCH POWER IS NOT-"

You close your eyes and make sure to cover Faith's as your child starts glowing. She lets out a wordless cry as the light grows ever brighter, searing your eyes to the point you require light magic to heal them even with them closed and covered. There's a rush of energy within the light, and as it fades you open your eyes to see a smoking hole where the demon's chest once was. The remains of his upper torso fall to the ground as the legs collapse, his head and shoulders miraculously landing upright.

"L-lord Legatus shall serve, Lady Hope."

You let out a sigh of relief, wondering how long it'll be until you find a demon smart enough to submit instantly.

[You have gained Lord Legatus.]


[Anastasia has gained the trait Transcendent. Anastasia's continued rejection of humanity and embrace of demonkind has allowed her to communicate with them more deeply. Anastasia can now talk to demons currently bounds to other masters, and gains a bonus while doing so, even when getting them to attempt stuff like abandoning their masters]

[Due to her roll over 100, Anastasia has gained the trait Cult Leader. When prospective cult members join, they find themselves being swayed more easily, reducing the DC for them accepting the demons from 100 to 80, provided they are already friends with multiple cultists.]

[Your Social has reached 15! Please choose from one of the following]