May 7th 2016, Amethyst Capital, Gemworld 6:00 P.M EDT

"After court" turned out to be half a fucking day later. Any possible excitement or intrigue I had ever attributed to courtly politics after watching Game of Thrones was officially shattered after sitting through a single court session.

Medieval courts were not interesting, machiavellian, or cut throat. They were fucking BORING. Tariffs, wheat taxes, who owed who tribute because their men intruded on someone elses trade route during a routine inspection and caused a delay in shipping that threw off so-and-so's daily bread output.

Two minutes in I wanted to strangle myself. Twenty minutes in I wanted to strangle someone else, and two hours in I had to stop myself from bending Amy over the nearest railing and fucking her into a squealing mess in the hope that her whimpering and squirting would make everyone there uncomfortable enough to hurry the fuck up.

I did NOT do that, sadly. My mother in law already wasn't a fan, and she clearly wanted to keep that fact on the DL, hence our meeting scheduled for after court. So I sat there. For HOURS. Until it was finally over and we were invited up to Graciel's meeting chamber where we'd discussed the original raid on Opal.

Despite my generous offer, Graciel was glaring when we entered the room. "You little bastard. Marrying my little girl and then impregnating my sister. I ought to have you drawn and quartered! If I wasn't thinking about Amaya's reputation I'd have killed you the second I saw you!'

I rolled my eyes. "We're at the same level, and I'm a dragon. Gemworld bloodlines aren't weak, dragons are top of the food chain at any rank, not to mention I brought a pair of Princess level warriors with me. I offered to help you take Opal and the others because I knew it would make Amy happy, but brute force works just as well on you if you want to take a shot."

"Enough!" Snapped Amy, getting between us. "Mother, you don't need to concern yourself with my marriage, I know Nicky sleeps with other women, and while I didn't know about Mordiel in advance, I'm not angry." She paused. "Well, not anymore. I know you are, but Nicky didn't have any malicious intentions, he's just a horny idiot with no self control."

"Hey!" I snapped. But when they both turned to stare at me for a minute I froze. "I…don't actually have a rebuttal for that."

Graciel sneered at me. "And I suppose I'll be expected to spread my legs for you in exchange for your 'help' with the other kingdoms? Exactly what kind of degrading sex acts will be required for you to help your mother in law?"

"Well I WASN'T going to require any." I said with a saccharine smile. "But if you're going to be a bitch about it maybe I can try to dislodge the stick up your royal ass the old fashioned way."

Amy whirled on me. "Nicky! You're not helping. You said you wouldn't get my mother pregnant!"

Despite her clear upset, I was getting fed up with Graciel's bullshit, so I just smiled cheerfully at her and responded. "I won't love, that's what that hole is for."

A snicker rang out and we all turned to see a blonde sexpot with a serious case of resting bitch face enter the room, a hand on her lightly bulging stomach. "Hoping to collect the set, boy? I suppose I should expect to be added to the list again. All three of us serving you, you've got quite an appetite."

Graciel sneered at her sister. "Desperate whore. Bending over for your own niece's husband? Is there no depths to which you won't sink?"

"None that come to mind." Drawled Mordiel. "But he wasn't my niece's husband at the time, if that helps. She was waiting for him at the altar when he got me with child, you know?" She licked her lips. "His cock was still wet with my pleasure as they said their vows."

Right, I forgot my third baby mama had an NTR fetish. Amy looked about ready to attack her, which wouldn't go as well for Mordiel as she thought it would. I caught her around the waist as she rushed by. "Whoa there. Think of the baby."

She glared up at me, and I looked away with an embarrassed cough. "You didn't mention you had her on our wedding day!" She hissed.

"What was I supposed to do?" I protested. "She was way stronger than me at the time, and we weren't even married yet. It's not ideal, but you can't blame ME for that situation, she basically jumped me. I was the victim!"

Mordiel snickered. "Oh yes, you were victimized at length. I think you had unprotected victimization all over my insides at least four times."

"Shut the fuck up." I finally snapped. "You're upsetting Amy. That's MY baby you're carrying bitch, and I'm stronger than you are now. Show my wife some fucking respect or I'll break your smarmy evil ass in half like I offered to do to your sister."

They all stopped, freezing and staring at me in shock. I stepped forward and pulled Amy against me. She was looking devastated, and I didn't like it. Still, lies or comfort weren't going to do much good, so I decided to go with the truth.

"I fucked her on our wedding day." I said bluntly. "I didn't know you, she was hot and nasty and ready for dick. I fucking loved it. I'd love to do it again. But I also love you. I'm not going to let her talk shit to you in front of me. She's weaker than me now, and you're my wife. She's your bitch if you want her. I'll put her on her knees and make her lick your asshole clean if you ask me to."

She burst out laughing, her cackles slightly wet from tears. "You're the worst, you know that? Fine, keep the whore. What do I care? She's not your first smarmy bitch, and I'm in charge anyway. But if I'm forgiving you for this, you know what I want. You're giving it to me TONIGHT. No more stalling." Reaching down, she grabbed my cock. "Put a fucking baby in me."

I'd been planning to delay that until the other kids were born, but I sighed and nodded. "Alright. Tonight. After this meeting."

She squealed with joy, throwing herself into my arms. "I love you so much baby!" I mentally exhaled in relief. My wife was nuts, but the good kind of nuts at least. She turned to Mordiel. "As for her…I have some ideas of how to make her pay for touching my man. She'll want a kingdom, and I know you planned on giving her Opal, but I'm going to make her work for it."

Her gaze flicked to her mother, and I had to smother a grin. Mordiel DESPISED her sister. She didn't really hate her, but her feelings of antipathy were about as extreme as you could get without hating someone. Amy was going to make her Graciels little bitch, and I was definitely here for it."

Graciel, looking lost and slightly wary, cleared her throat. "I believe we had terms to settle. The rest of this has…gotten slightly out of hand." That sweet milfy bitch actually BLUSHED when she said that. Fuck I wanted in there.

Amy refocused, still kind of dazed from her excitement. "Right! We're willing to hand over full ownership of the kingdoms to you. We just need to confiscate some of their treasures. Dragon stuff, you know." She didn't even bat an eye lying to them, and I couldn't have been more proud.

Graciel looked uncertain, so I cut in. "We only need some of the biggest and most powerful artifacts. You can keep the majority of the treasuries." B and C ranked items would be useful, but the sheer number of lower ranked objects I'd have to stockpile to reach A rank was so obscene I didn't even bother thinking about it.

"I…suppose we could deal with that." I could tell she didn't want to, but I had literally three times the power she did at my disposal, and that just from a rank perspective. In a straight fight we could probably take gemworld nobles of the same rank two to one. They were far more balanced in terms of rank by rank power, but that wasn't a benefit in combat against someone like me.

"I sent some of my people ahead to do some recon on Opal." I said with a smile. The place had been pretty fucked up by our last raid, and should be easy pickings for us, but that didn't excuse sloppy work. "Once we've taken the kingdom we can move on to Sardonyx, or whoever you decide to hit next. Does that sound like a plan?"

Graciel looked wary. "It does, and you mentioned wanting Mordiel to rule over the Opal throne…provided she." She glanced at Amy. "Earns it? Exactly what do you have in mind for such a task, and how do I fit in?"

I glanced at Amy. My wife had already fully gotten onboard, so blinded by getting revenge on her aunt that she didn't even mind pimping her mom to me. I wasn't going to complain, Mordiel was a dirty bitch in bed, and she'd been right too, I DESPERATELY wanted to fuck all three of them at once.

My wife smiled at her mother gently. "It's important for Mordiel to know she's under your control. I realize that this might seem a bit…drastic, but Mordiel has already shown that sex is a language she understands. You need to put her in her place in a way she has to acknowledge. That's the only way you can trust her with any position of leadership."

Mordiel's eyes went wide. "You're going to make me FUCK her?" She gaped. "That prissy uptight bitch wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole. Hell, I doubt anything had stretched her frigid cunt since she gave birth to you."

Shockingly, she didn't seem too opposed to the sisterbanging itself. She was just convinced Graciel would never be down for it.

The Princess glared at her sister. "You mouthy little bitch!" She snapped. "Is this all it took all those years to get you in line? You're such a whore that only being used and dominated would bring you to heel? Do you really think I don't have the guts!"

Her face was bright red, but I couldn't tell if it was from lust, embarrassment, or anger. Amy put a hand on her shoulder. "You can get her in line like this mother. I'll help you. Nicky and I know how to break uppity whores like her. We'll turn her into your simpering little bitch."

I was seriously doubting we would. Mordiel was a nasty, evil, hardcore slut. Graciel might be temporarily insane from possible profit and anger and open to manipulation, but she was still a good girl at heart. No way she was breaking the wild philly that was her sister.

The important thing was that she wasn't saying no though. Too much had happened, and Graciel was reeling, with Amy, who was ostensibly on her side, pushing the buttons she knew how to hit perfectly as Graciel's daughter, she didn't stand a chance.

Of course, I'd put my hand on the other shoulder and might have been SLIGHTLY tweaking her desires, making her focus where Amy wanted her to, but clearly my wife was interested in having her mother and aunt on hand when I finally knocked her up, and I definitely wanted that shit too.

This would by my first time fucking a mother and daughter, or fucking sisters, nevermind both at once. Hell, given how I was about to give Mordiel a kingdom and Graciel control of her sister, if I did this right I might come out of it with two more high ranked Branded girls. I grinned to myself as Graciel dismissed her few remaining guards. I had to at least give it my best shot right?

May 7th 2016, Amethyst Capital, Gemworld 7:00 P.M EDT (warnings:incest, hardcore, BDSM, rimming, humiliation)

"Amaya." Stuttered Graciel as she looked between us. "I'm not sure this is appropriate. I admit I'm tempted by the offer of conquest but…you're my daughter. Mordiel is my sister. All of us lying with your husband. I suppose she already has, but when I mentioned it before I was just trying to shame him."

Rather than be upset, the Princess's face was flushed and her pupils were blown wide. Amy smiled gently, taking her mother's face in her hands. "It's ok. I know this might seem strange, but it's not a problem. I'm happy to share Nicky with you, and it's not like you and I are going to doing anything. My man can take care of all three of us."

Graciel glanced at me shyly, then looked back at her sister. "But Mordiel…"

Amy snorted, slapping a hand down on her aunt's ample rump. "This bitch?" The Duchess squeaked, swallowing hard and glancing at me sullenly. She wasn't willing to complain to Amy in front of me after I'd just yelled at her. "This thirsty whore already showed us how she likes to seize power. Didn't you slut?"

My resting bitch face baby mama turned red and looked away, unwilling to answer. Graciel looked troubled. "I know she seduced your husband Amaya but I don't think-"

Amy cut her off with a hand. "She used her cunt to gain power. Pussy for the throne, isn't that right whore?" She kneaded the doughy ass cheek in her hand, drawing a moan from her aunt. My Amy could be a brutal bitch in bed, and Mordiel had made her angry. She wasn't just putting her aunt in her place, she was enjoying dominating that uppity slut. I fucking loved it.

Mordiel mumbled, and Amy slapped that fat ass again, demanding she repeat herself. "I want the throne!" She shouted resentfully. "It's mine! It belongs to me. I'm the oldest. You only reached Princess because you got all the resources. So what if I have to let him use my body?"

I clicked my tongue. "What a desperate bitch." I winked at Amy as I took over. "But you're not wrong. We can give you a throne, like I was just saying. But you're wrong about who's going to be using that dirty hole of yours. Or at least, only partly right."

My eyes snapped to Graciel. "Pull down your pants." I left no room for doubt or argument, and I made sure my eyes were glowing with karmic weight.

She didn't even hesitate. Graciel wasn't the queen bitch of Amethyst right now, she was an overwhelmed little slut being egged on by her daughter. Those purple leather pants were at her knees before she even considered arguing.

I might have been laying it on thick with the aura. I was peak of B rank, much stronger than she was, but from the strong smell of sweet pussy wafting from her obviously dripping snatch, she didn't really mind. She liked being dominated as much as her little girl.

Amy, ever the dutiful wife, cooed approvingly, laying her head on her mom's shoulder. I gestured to Mordiel. "I believe you made a derogatory comment about that pussy and how little use it got earlier. A good ruler should put their mouth where their mouth is. Lick it."

She stared up at me blankly, looking back and forth between us. I grabbed her by the hair, dragging her over and shoving her face in her sister's drooling cunt. She grunted, but after a second of hesitating, her tongue eased out, giving a tentative lick. Graciel moaned, but immediately clamped her mouth shut.

Mordiel was about to keep going, but I grabbed her hair and yanked her away. "I said like it, whore, not have a five course meal. But that's enough of that hole. Gracie, turn that fine ass around."

The ruler of Amethyst was so blindsided and confused she didn't even question, just turning around to expose her wide, pale ass. I made a considering sound. "Hmmm. Not as juicy as your sister's." I patted Mordiel's head. "You hear that slut? You've got a much thicker booty than your sister. You should be proud." I stopped patting. "You're happy I said so right? A ruler should be gracious."

She swallowed hard, face covered in pussy juice and eyes unfocused. I knew from Eros and Psych her cunt was molten. "I…I appreciate your compliments my lord." She said, voice rough and husky. "I'm glad you enjoy my rear end."

I nodded approvingly. "Good girl. But I believe I promised to dislodge the stick up that slightly inferior ass." I reached down, hands taking hold of peachy milf cheeks, and peeled them apart, exposing Graciel's tight little asshole. "You're going to be a subsidiary ruler. You need to know your place. What is it that rulers make their vassals do again?" I grinned down at her maliciously. "Oh that's right. Kiss the ring."

Knowing for sure she was turned on, I still didn't force this part. It wouldn't stick as well if I pushed anyway. I wanted this slut to know she wanted it. She was going to be having my kid, I couldn't have any scheming bullshit. She was going to kiss and make up with Amy and Gracie. We'd all be one big happy family, and I'd have my brand on two generations of royal ass.

Leaning forward, she hesitated for a second and then buried her face in between her sister's cheeks. Gracie squeaked in surprise and disbelief, but I didn't give her much time to think, slipping my fingers down and hooking them in her pussy, sliding two in to the knuckle.

"What?" She blurted. "Nicholas I-" I leaned down and kissed her, using Eros and Psyche to hit the exact right spot as I strummed her cunt, letting her cum all over my fingers and squeal into my mouth.

I pulled back, grinning down at her flushed face. "So formal." I murmured in her ear. "Just call me Nicky. We're one big happy family now, aren't we Gracie." I made her cum again, and I heard Mordiel give a muffled whimper, only to have it dampened further as Amy mashed her face deeper into her sister's asshole.

Reaching up, I pulled down the collar of Gracie's shirt, exposing her pale, hanging tear drop shaped tits. They were fucking delectable, and I fondled one as I whispered in her ear. "Fuck these are nice. I hope Amy gets a pair like these after our first baby. Your ass may not be as good as your sister's, but she's got nothing on this rack."

"I…" She stuttered. "Thank you…Nicky." She blushed harder and I pulled away, getting a whine as my fingers were removed.

I patted her still dripping pussy. "Well, I'll leave Mordiel to attend that hole too." Grabbing the elder sister's hair, I yanked her away, pushing her back against a couch and leaning her head back. Slapping a cheek lightly, I told Gracie firmly. "Sit."

She shuffled back awkwardly, then sat down on Mordiel's bitchy face with a moan. Amy smiled happily at the two of them. "See!" She cooed sweetly. "Isn't bonding like this so much better than all that nasty fighting." She reached down and tore her aunt's shirt open before slapping an exposed breast. "And make sure you attend to both holes, cunt. You owe her a nice thorough apology."

Stepping over to my wife, I slid a hand down her pants, stroking my fingers over her cunt gently and enjoying her whimper. "Well." I said teasingly. "Someone is in a mood. You like seeing your mom put her bitch sister in her place?"

She wriggled against my hand, nodding absently. "How dare that slut become a mother before me." She whined. "That should be my baby."

Unbuckling my belt, I shoved her pants down enough to get them out of the way, bending her over slightly to expose her ass and cunt. Without waiting I shoved my dick into her from behind, enjoying the tightness the angle afforded me.

"You want a baby?" I hissed in her ear. Her desires were screaming for me to be rough, so I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back so I could growl in her ear as I shoved in deep.

"Please!" She wailed. "I've been so good. Waited so long. Please Nicky, lets make little dragon babies!"

I bottomed out, then shoved her away and pushed back in. For a few minutes that was all the there was. Peachy soft ass against my hips, moaning and grunting as I fucked her hard and dirty like she wanted.

Graciel was rubbing her clit as her sister feasted on her ass and pussy, staring at her daughter as I fucked her like a cheap whore. Finally though, I couldn't hold back, my balls tightening as I nutted inside my wife, and Eros and Psyche made damn sure she was pregnant as I came.

She slumped against me, whimpering happily. Leaning up to kiss me hard on the mouth, she pulled back, staring lovingly into my eyes. "Only one of us left baby. My mommy has been so lonely. Take good care of her for me?"

I set her down on a nearby chair, swollen pussy leaking as she sat uncaring with her pants half down, and walked over to where Graciel was perched. Shoving her back, I reached down and tore her pants down the middle exposing her cunt as Mordiel struggled to maintain her spot between those milfy ass cheeks.

"I'm not…" She stammered, staring at my cock, still soaked with her daughter's cunt juice. "I mean, you don't have to."

I put the head against her exposed pussy. "You can say no." I told her. My voice neither kind not harsh. "I'll take them both and leave. You can go back to your room and jill yourself off until your fingers break." Shifting slightly, I let the head of my dick part her pussy. "Or you can nod your head and not say a word. And you'll get this dick."

She stared up at me for a moment, conflicted, before averting her eyes slightly and giving a short nod. I howled triumphantly and shoved my hips forward, stuff myself into her absurdly tight mature cunt.

Mordiel had been tight as hell when we fucked, almost painfully so, but that was tightness from a high rank and a firm body. Graciel had been basically sexless for the last nearly twenty years. Her cunt was a fucking collapsing star. If I hadn't been stronger than her AND a dragon, I think my dick would have broken.

Grunting like I knocked the wind out of her, she lunged forward, plastering her lips to mine, and I felt her desires flare. This pent up slut had been aching for some dick for years, but she didn't want to let Amy down. Now her daughter was watching, cheering mommy on as her hubby cleaned her pretty pink pipes, and this bitch was going wild.

My hands fell to her ankles, spreading and pushing them back until her thighs made a nive wide V for victory, displaying my cock buried so deep in her guts I could see the head pressing agains the inside her abs. Mordiel scrambled away as I started to fuck, pounding my mother in law into the couch.

I grinned at my baby mama as I wrecked her sister. "What are you waiting for slut. Good rulers might show fealty, but they also return the favor. Shut this needy old slut up with that sloppy cunt of yours."

A wild looked entered her eyes as she climbed up on the couch, throwing her leg over Graciel's wailing face as she plopped down on her sister's noisy mouth. I expected Amy to bitch, but one look at her showed her furiously rubbing her snatch as she watched me fuck her mother. Fuck, I really loved my wife.

May 8th 2016, Amethyst Capital, Gemworld 10:00 A.M EDT (mild smut warning)

I grinned as I checked my points. Eight hundred ten million. I'd been down to seven even, but after I put that stamp on Gracie and Mordiel's asses I'd gotten a pretty big bump. I was only two hundred million points from the necessary resources to rank up to A. Speaking of resources, I had some questions.

Turning to look at the trio of blonde royals sprawled across the bed, my grin became a bit more self satisfied. I reached down and slapped a cheek sticking out of the blankets, not even bothering to check who it belong to.

After a squeak, a rumpled head poked out, and I winked at my pouting mother in law. "Morning Gracie. How's my new queen bitch feeling?" She wasn't, not really. Lilith was stronger and also an actual queen, but she didn't care as much about being in control, and letting Gracie feel in charge would make the campaign go more smoothly.

Sulking, she turned her head away. "Haven't you humiliated me enough?"

I grabbed her, rolling us both over and earning a squeak as I pinned her under me. Pressing my cock into her slowly I groaned at the sensation as her eyelids fluttered. "Not sure." I smirked. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Can you at least pretend to respect me as your mother in law?" She whined. "How am I supposed to face my daughter when her husband treats me like his personal whore?"

I snickered. "Turn your head a bit. She's jilling off to us right now." Amy squeaked as her mother looked over to finger her knuckle deep in her pussy while she watched us fuck. Still, I did have actual business to handle, so I pulled out and slumped down on the bed beside my newest B ranker. "Fingers clean, Ames. I was proving a point, and we have planning to do."

She pouted, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mordiel in the face lightly until she stirred. Then my wife stuck her cunt soaked fingers into her aunt's mouth and shoved them deep enough for her to gag. Gracie watched every second of it, that kinky bitch.

After a second she shook that off, turning to focus on me and avoiding Amy's eyes. My wife didn't mind, she grabbed Mordiel's hair and shoved her down to her cunt to lick, though she at least had the decency to pull the blanket back over them.

"So, Gracie." I said with a grin. "You bought and paid for some kingdoms with those sweet royal asses. Let's talk about your rewards. As I said, I have my eyes on a few trinkets that'll let me accomplish my goals. Prince or Princess level items. I didn't see those in the treasury in Opal, and I don't believe you guys don't have them so…where are they?"

My new royal slut nodded. "Ah, I can see how that might concern you. Royal Armaments are important and storied artifacts bound to our bloodlines. They're both useless and priceless to anyone but the monarch, and as such we keep them very secure. Dark Opal most likely has his on his person. He's always been paranoid."

I'd gotten slightly distracted by mother in law titties as she talked, but I got most of the gist, and forced my eyes back up to her face. "Ok, well I own your ass now, and you own the armaments, does that mean they belong to me?"

Gracie flushed but shook her head. "They don't. Royal Armaments technically belong to all the people of Amethyst, I'm simply the one chosen to use ours. You can't claim it through me, a fact that was intended to prevent just this situation."

I grinned at her. "What situation?" She glared at me. "Say it. I want to hear you admit it."

"It was intended to prevent me from turning over the armament…now that I'm your whore." She muttered the last bit quickly and sulkily. It was still loud enough for Amy to hear, and my wife moaned from her spot getting her pussy spit polished by her pregnant aunt.

Gracie had been surprisingly easily to lead around. Part of that was because of Eros and Psyche letting me tweak some things, but part of it was because I'd actually granted one of her fondest wishes.

The Princess of Amethyst had always wanted to to reconcile with her big sister. Mordiel had been Gracie's hero when they were kids, and she'd missed her terribly. Between that longing and Amy, her precious daughter, all but spreading her cunt for me, it had been simple to pound some basic conditioning into the formerly bitchy noblewoman.

Of course, she was still sulky about being conquered in general, but Gracie was a Gemworld noble, and might makes right was kind of the law of the land around here. Being stronger than her made everything I did kind of ok as far as her worldview was concerned. Now aside from sulking she couldn't do anything but obey.

I'd added some orgasmic triggers for when she was 'being good' to help with the transition too, so every time she obeyed me and tried to make me happy she felt indescribable pleasure. "So. We're attacking opal first. We have four B rankers, sorry Prince level nobles, which should be more than enough for both raids. How do you feel about splitting up?"

I didn't really feel the need to spend a huge amount of time here. I was going to conquer a few kingdoms, rob their shit, build up some wealth stockpiles and then upgrade myself and a select few of my girls to prepare for heading home. Gemworld was fun, case in point, this two generation royal orgy I was finishing up, but I had shit to do at home.

After a slight hesitation, she nodded. "Provided you send enough support in the form of Dukes and Duchesses I suspect that would be acceptable."

I grinned and groped one of those magnificent tits in celebration. "Good girl. Send some Dukes along with Raven and Lilith, and you and I will go conquer Opal together. I'll hand you Dark Opal's head on a spike and make you queen of all gemworld."

Amy swooned. "Oh that's so romantic. Mommy didn't I tell you how amazing he was?"

Gracie pouted at her. "Your husband is groping your own mother right in front of you and you think it's romantic. How did I raise such a deviant?" I pulled away and gave her ass a sharp slap, earning a squeak from the formerly dignified ruler.

"Amy knows which way the wind is blowing." I said sternly. "You'd have spent your life locked in pointless battles, but your daughter basically delivered you a kingdom. If you don't have anything nice to say, suck my dick so your mouth can be useful." I pushed her head down and she sulked as she slid down my body, her mouth inhaling my now rigid cock.

I winked at my wife, who giggled as we both got oral sex performed on us by her mom and aunt. "See, no one gets to bully you when I'm around." I reached out to grope one of her smaller but still very pleasant tits. "How do you feel?"

She sighed happily. "Perfect. My family is together, I'm carrying your baby, my kingdom will expand. Everything is just, fuck that tongue is wild, perfect." She shuddered as Mordiel did...something.

I looked at my own royal fellator. "She's outdoing you Gracie. Don't make me switch with Amy. Put the fucking work in." My mother in law picked up the pace, humming and slurping and fondling my balls, and I nodded. "Now that's a royal blowjob. Keep it up, slut." Turning back to my wife, I chuckled. "So, who are you going with for the big raid?"

My wife giggled. "I think I'll go with Raven and Lilith. We can hit Sardonyx and do some bonding. You and mommy should spend some quality time together. I feel bad that Mordiel and me both got some one on one loving and mommy had to share. She works so hard, you should romance her a little, maybe take her out on a date."

Graciel paused slightly, and I shoved her head down on my cock to get her back on task. Distractable bitch. Still, Amy wasn't wrong. Gracie would be my mother in law for a long time, and probably bear some of my kids based on Amy's preferences. "Alright. We'll have some quality time. I have a few ideas."

Most of them involved fucking, granted, but I knew Gracie had a few fantasies about handsome young men fucking her a bit more gently than I'd done last night. I could slow play some good sex to put a smile on that bitchy royal face. Weirdly, the dick sucking increased in tempo when I agreed, and I smiled internally. My new milf was really starved for male affection.

Eventually I nutted in her mouth, and Gracie swallowed down every drop like a good girl. Might've had something to do with it being magic dragon cum, but still, it was a very polite thing to do, and left a great impression. Amy creamed her aunt's face with a loud happy squeal and we all got up to get cleaned up and dressed before heading out to court.

Realistically, court had been in session for a while, but Gracie had been otherwise occupied, so she'd sent a messenger to begin proceedings without her. After so long on the throne, that kingdom mostly ran itself, at least when my bitchy baby mama wasn't around to stir the pot. Luckily Mordiel was slurping snatch like a good little slut for most of the morning, so it hadn't come up.

I had to admit, this had been a great trip so far. Most guys weren't happy to visit the in-laws, but I'd been nailing it so far (pun intended, always intend your puns if you aren't a coward). Amy was practically skipping, snuggled up under my arm as we walked to court and took a place on one of the platforms.

Climbing up to the throne, Gracie sat down, and I smirked internally at her wriggling. Someone couldn't get comfy sitting down. Once she got settled, she raised a hand and everyone stopped talking.

"People of Amethyst." She said, her husky, authoritative voice just the littlest bit hoarse from her recent throat fucking. Man it was hot seeing her up there like that knowing what I'd been doing to her for the last twelve or so hours. "We have been given an opportunity. Thanks to the generous offer of aid from my son in law and his father, we are in a position to expand Amethyst far beyond its current borders."

Her eyes glowed with excitement (literally, they were putting out actual light) as she spoke. "Opal and Sardonyx, two of our greatest enemies, are ours for the taking. Perhaps more beyond, we shall see. In merely a few hours time, the Dukes and Duchesses of our court will gather, split between two armies who will march on the capitals of our ancient foes."

She shot to her feet, eyes wild. "For too long we have scrabbled in the dirt, avoiding conflict and slowly declining. The mine our beloved son in law brought us has slowed the decline, but not abated it. I say no more. We will rise up and destroy those who have brought us so much harm, we will take what is ours by right! We are Amethyst, rightful rulers of Gemworld, and we will reign supreme!"

There was a roar of approval as every single noble stood and screamed their support, blood thundering in their veins as their warrior queen called for the strength of their arms to conquer and expand. As I sat there watching my new girl whip her people into a frenzy, I only had one thought. Best. Vacation. Ever.

May 8th 2016, Amethyst Capital, Gemworld 4:00 P.M EDT

Gathering everyone together (everyone we were bringing anyway, which meant the C and B rankers) took several hours. I had to get in touch with Lord Town and call over the girls that would be coming along, and Gracie and Mordiel had to assemble the Dukes.

Mordiel herself was coming with me and Gracie, since I didn't want her fighting and Graciel was unwilling to leave her alone in Amethyst. Mordiel might be playing nice, but there was decades of mistrust there still. I was happy enough to keep an eye on her and the baby anyway. As they ran around getting everyone together, I pulled Amy aside.

"So." I said knowingly as I grinned at her. "I can't help but marvel at how easily I managed to pound some sense into your mother." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Almost like someone created some kind of bond between us before I managed to brand her. Something deep and profound. Did you use your new powers on your mother?"

She pouted. "Well it would have taken to long otherwise. I knew she would be happy and taken care of with you, so I might have…nudged her. The red string of fate isn't mind control or anything. It just leads people to where they're going to be eventually anyway. Plus it should work with the bond to make sure Mordiel doesn't betray you."

"Both of them?" I laughed. "You're becoming dangerous." In retrospect, I should have assumed my slightly crazy harem expanding wife might abuse her ability to make people my soulmates. Still, it had been a ton of fun, so it wasn't like I had a reason to be upset. "In the future, consult me before you tie people to my fate for eternity."

Her guilty look was almost too pathetic to bear. "I was just trying to do something nice for you. I didn't mean to make you mad."

I spanked her ass, getting a squeak of surprise. "None of that. Be good. If I was mad I'd say so, but no puppy dog eyes. That shit doesn't work on me anyway. Just because I can feel emotions now doesn't mean I'm stupid or easy to trick."

The guilt became more real. "It wasn't like that. I wasn't trying to play you or anything. I really do feel bad. But yeah, I might have overdone it a bit for dramatic effect. Are you happy with your present though?"

I rolled my eyes, smiling at her as I pulled her in for a kiss. "Yes, a foursome with your aunt and mother was a blast. Be careful in Sardonyx, by the way. Raven and Lilith will be there, and you're just barely under B rank yourself, but still, don't get cocky. I know how easy it is to feel invincible as a dragon."

She put a hand on her stomach. "Of course. I'm taking care of two now. I have to be careful. I'll let the girls do most of the fighting."

"Donna and Barbie will be on guard duty. Waylon has to stay back to protect Whisper and Dinah. Zee will be providing support for all of you on the ground. If I can't be there to protect you I'd prefer most of you be together. The six of you will need to look out for each other. I'll bring the Dukes with me."

She gave me a wicked little grin. "Going to make me a brother or sister while you're out?" At my incredulous look she just shrugged. "What, I said I wanted to be first, not that I didn't want you to give her a baby at all. My mother would adore a new baby, plus she and auntie can raise them together."

"You're an absolute menace." I chuckled. "Constantly pushing everyone around us into my orbit. Didn't you get all sulky when we arrived in Gotham because I was picking up girls too fast?"

Her eye roll was so exaggerated it looked painful. "I didn't like you picking up random street trash. My mother and auntie are powerful nobles. The more powerful women you have at your side the safer our family is. In fact, I'd prefer you take all the high ranking female nobles."

"Not a chance." I denied. "Too much trouble. Taking stuff is a faster and easier way to gain points than taking girls. I can barely juggle the ones I have. I'm dialing it back."

I was mildly offended by her snort of derision. "That's why you've been romancing that fat breasted green hussy from your father's funeral? Or Lilith? You're just as interested in women as ever, you're just trying to scale back the ones you keep because you're worried we'll gang up on you."

Grinning, I pulled her tight against me. "You and your aunt and mom had me outnumbered last night, but I didn't exactly feel overwhelmed. You fishing for a full on orgy with all my girls? I'm sure I could more than hold my own."

She sniffed with dignity. "I'm not a horny beast like you. I don't need a dozen gorgeous women rolling around with me." She paused, glancing slyly at the arriving girls. "Though Donna is quite a bit of fun. If we're going to be together anyway, Barbie and I can bond over putting her in her place. You know she enjoys it."

"Sure." I drawled. "You'll double dom Donna for her own good. Nothing to do with your amusement or pleasure. Go ahead though, honestly she does love being conquered, and Barbie is finally strong enough to slut her out right. A present will probably help soften the blow when she finds out you're pregnant too."

Barbie wasn't interested in a baby when we were this young, but finding out yet another of my girls was knocked up was bound to inflame her jealousy. We didn't get to expound on that idea though, because the last of the Dukes arrived and we stepped up next to Gracie to let them know the plan.

Zee and Sindara had just arrived from Opal, where my living lich had been exploiting her connections to get us actionable intel. And after they reported the situation, we addressed our forces directly. I had a hand on Gracie's hip, and she was leaning against me, but she didn't seem willing to pull away, despite the looks from the Dukes.

"Alright, so our first assault will be against Sardonyx and Opal." I called to the others. "There are a total of twelve Dukes in Amethyst. Mordiel and nine of the others will come with the Princess and I to assault Opal directly. I will be dealing with Dark Opal and his royal armaments."

According to the girls, as well as the royals, Dark Opal was the conquest type. He attacked smaller nations to suborn their resources and magical artifacts. Royal armaments couldn't be used by subjugating a noble, but they COULD be corrupted by a bloodline if you destroyed the original owner completely to remove their imprint. Dark Opal had several and they were all B rank. He would be much tougher than a normal noble.

I gestured over to where Zee and Sindara were standing. "As you heard earlier, there are roughly twenty five Duke level powerhouses there. He recruits them regularly from the kingdoms he destroys. Graciel will face fifteen directly, and the rest of you will each counter a single Duke. Anyone who kills their opponent will jump in to help someone else."

Gracie cleared her throat, stepping forward. "The Sardonyx team will consist of our daughter, Amaya, as well as the vampire Lilith and the demonkin Raven. The three remaining Dukes will accompany them, along with several of their own Duke level warriors, to assault the desert kingdom. For the duration of this mission you will follow their commands."

"One more thing." I said seriously. "Under no circumstances should anyone except for myself and Raven touch the royal armaments. They aren't made to be usable by most people. Dark Opal was able to corrupt them if the owner has been destroyed, but who knows how he did it. I have ways of taking control of the items, as does Raven, but it would be dangerous for anyone else."

That was probably nonsense to be honest. I just didn't want the Dukes putting their grubby paws on my stuff. Still, I was betting my karmic magic could replicate whatever it was that Dark Opal was doing to the royal armaments, and hopefully give them to the girls to increase their power when I ranked them up to B rank.

I wasn't sure how many of them I would be able to upgrade, but if the royal armaments put Dark Opal on a level similar to me, even multiple weapons, then equipping my girls with them should make them peak B rank threats after the upgrade, however many I could get.

True, I only needed two to be able to rank up, but if I wanted to rank the girls up as well I'd need seven. Of course, I also gave Raven orders to steal anything remotely powerful, so I was betting I'd get quite a few C ranked artifacts. I also had to make sure to pad my point value so I didn't go into stupid greed idiot mode.

With our group completely planned out, we informed the other strike team of who would be going along. Amy's team consisted of the three Dukes (including the one who had been guarding her when we met, who did NOT look happy about my hand on Gracie's hip) Zee, Sindara, Lilith, Raven, Barbie, and Donna.

To my surprise, the Dukes weren't worried or scared, they all looked excited. I supposed it was because an increase in Amethyst's land would mean an expansion of their own territories. Interestingly, we would all be taking flying horses to our destinations. Amy had had hers for years and adored the thing, but hadn't been able to ride it while we were on earth.

I'd had one supplied, as had all the others, and once we were finished detailing plans, we all saddled up to get ready to head out. I nodded to the others, making sure to give Raven a surreptitious hug, slash ass grope so I had a chance to remind her to protect Amy because she was pregnant, then we all took off.

I had to admit, as we got up into the air, the view was pretty damned nice. I glided sideways, coming in close to talk to Gracie. "So, we have this long ride to Opal. Maybe we should get to know each other better."

Since Amy wanted me to be all lovey dovey with her mom, I figured I'd make an effort. Also the thought of impregnating them both within twenty four hours of each other was hot as fuck. With the thread linking us now, she was going to be around a long time, so I might as well put in a bit of effort.

She glared at me. "Don't you think that's a bit late?"

I shot her a charming smile. "It's never too late to learn more about people you care about. Come on Gracie, don't sulk. You had fun, Amy is happy, you're closer to your sister than ever. Don't you think everything worked out for the best?"

"But…" She flushed. "You treated me like your whore." She whispered that so low I barely heard it over the wind. "And I loved it. Does that mean I really am a whore? What kind of woman humiliates herself like that in front of her daughter?"

"Nothing humiliating happened, Gracie." I tried to make my voice as warm as possible, channeling Ingrid. "You let yourself go in private with people who care about you. No shame in the bedroom, that's my policy." Which was actually mostly true. "Now come on, tell me more about you. It's going to be a long ride, we might as well get closer." Plus I could watch those fat jugs of hers bouncing on the horse when I got bored. Always have a plan B.

May 9th 2016, Opal Capital, Gemworld 6:00 P.M EDT

Standing outside of the Opal capital, I called Sindara up to stand with me. "So, when you were in town gathering info, did you contact your dad as instructed?" Alaric Bonespur was a Duke, and would be useful in the siege. None of the gangleaders were B ranked, of course, Dark Opal would never allow that kind of challenge to his authority.

I'd debated sending Gioto (the member of the shadow lords I'd used the chalice on last time) back in, but I wasn't going to wait for him to get results, so Sindy and Zee just needed to do it themselves.

"Get your dad and any other Dukes you can muster and bring them to support Gracie and the others against the Dukes. I'm going to draw off Dark Opal." Dark Opal was a conqueror, and I didn't believe he'd have been content with the relative stalemate of Gemworld as it was without a reason. It was clear he didn't want to go all out with Gracie and was concerned she had a way to counter all his Dukes. She could handle that on her own without a problem.

My body shifted, green and gold scales covering me as I transformed into my hybrid state. My wings cracked the air as I took to the sky. Flying horses were good transport in a group, but this battle was going to be a bit too dicey for that kind of thing. Best to fly under my own power.

"Dark Opal!" I thundered, letting my power bleed into my voice. "I've come for your throne." I paused. "Or your head. Though preferably both if I can manage. I'm getting off track, sorry. Here to kill you, come out and die."

A voice boomed back, laced with scorn and outrage. "Garden snake, you DARE come to my realm to make trouble. I recognize that aura. You're the one who robbed my vault. I can smell the Iron Dragon Cestus on you, though I don't see the artifact itself. You'll regret your daring this day, thief." There was a crack, and a man appeared in front of me.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Dark Opal- B ranked Prince of Gemworld. For some, power is a lifestyle, and for some, an obsession. Steeped in the ancient magics of Gemworld, empowered by stolen royal armaments, and bolstered by forbidden knowledge, Dark Opal stands at the precipice of the King rank, a hair's breadth from true domination.]

I sighed internally. I'd kind of assumed that. He was peak of B rank, just like I was. Even as a dragon, I might not have too much advantage here. Still, I had to take him out. Aside from his blatant threat to my wife and both my new milf toys (not to mention two of my unborn children) he was also standing between me and the points needed to reach A rank.

Scanning my opponent, I had to admit he looked the part. Aside from being blue and striped, he was the classic evil movie villain. Long flowing black hair, perfectly sculpted goatee replete with evilly curving mustache. He even had that villain sneer down. I didn't like him. Physical characteristics aside, there was one thing he was NOT pulling off, and that was his outfit.

There IS such a thing as trying too hard, and Dark Opal definitely was. No shirt, billowing cape, cuffed pants and long boots. He looked less like a despotic king and more like a male stripper in a red riding hood costume. I admit, it was probably not appropriate, but when I saw him, I couldn't help it. I laughed.

His eyes practically glowed with rage. "Beast, you dare to look down on me?"

I held up both hands. "No…not at all. Ok, yeah. I kind of do. You look ridiculous. You look like the cover model of an evil romance novel. Who told you it was ok to dress like that, and why haven't you had them executed for treason? Or did you go to sleep really early for some reason and get dressed in the dark before coming out to fight."

"You dare to mock my royal raiment?" He roared. "I, Dark Opal, most powerful ruler in all of Gemworld? I sense the stink of Amethyst on you, beast. Is their support what gives you such courage?"

I sniffed myself. "Kind of thought I washed all their stink off after our little marathon, but admittedly, we went pretty hard. Sorry to bring that with me to battle." His teeth gritted, nearly cracking from the obvious anger, and I raised a brow. "Wow, that was a reaction. Does someone have a little crush on my Gracie?"

He let out a dark, silky laugh. "That whore even ruts with beasts. What Queen is this? Simply a panting trollop. I'd planned to enjoy her body myself once I conquered Amethyst, but I'm beyond the sloppy leavings of an animal."

"Sour grapes huh." I put on an affected whiny upper crust voice. "Graciel won't give me the time of day, that's fine, she's not that hot anyway! How dare she hook up with that totally hot dragon. Doesn't she know how often I impotently try to stroke myself to orgasm at the thought of her?" I clicked my tongue. "Pretty pathetic dude. Or maybe you're just worried after me your microdick wouldn't even register. Either way you're not touching my woman so it's not like anyone will ever know."

Regardless of culture, time period, or dimension, accusing a dude of having a small dick is almost universally guaranteed to get him in a fighting mood. Dark Opal was no exception. Screaming with incoherent rage, he lashed out with a torrent of eldritch energy, attempting to shoot me out of the sky.

Being able to see his thread, I had a decent idea when he was about to snap, and easily dodged the attack. While I couldn't read the future really, knowing when he lost his patience was definitely enough to avoid the blast.

"Well that wasn't very friendly." I goaded. "I'm a guest here you know. And I find your hospitality pretty lacking." I reached out, grabbing several strands connecting us and started to pull, tying them together to weave a pattern.

I'd wanted to leverage his sins for a karmic curse, but I wasn't sure it would apply fast enough to be valuable, plus I was planning to kill the bastard here, so it seemed like a waste of effort. His second blast, I threw out a doll made from one of my scales and the attack shifted to slam into the karmic simulacrum.

I was glad I'd made another of those, because there was a crack and an explosion and the scale shattered. At first I thought the blast was just that strong, but it faded away as the scale disintegrated, revealing a floating black dagger with a skull pommel. I felt a deep sense of danger from the dagger, and did a quick appraisal.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Dagger of Destruction- B ranked royal armament. Forged by the royal family of Onyx, and stolen by Dark Opal when he conquered their kingdom, the dagger possesses destructive capabilities nearly unmatched in Gemworld.]

That…wasn't ideal. The first armament was out. If he had a bunch of these, no wonder he was considered so dangerous. I flapped my wings, blurring forward as I tossed out another simulacrum. I was glad I made a few of those on the way here. I did NOT want to tank that dagger. As he saw me coming, Dark Opal sneered and raised a shield.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Shield of Sapphire- B rank royal armament. A small shield infused with the power of the stars, attacks that hit the shield are lost in an endless space.]

Ok, this was getting annoying. How many of these damned things did he HAVE? I knew it would be a few, but my whole 'more is better' assumption was based on me forgetting he would be USING them in combat. I attacked, using his karmic threads to read his intentions enough to avoid the shield and lash out with my claws to rake his leg. I opened his thigh, dark blood welling up, but his foot flashed up, and I was able to sense the building power soon enough to dodge. Or try to.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Boots of Beryl- B rank royal armament. A pair of boots that prevent the weared from getting lost, as well as seeking out weak spots or lapses in defense.]

His boot smashed into my knee cap, and while it didn't actually do too much damage, It caught a thin spot in my scales where the articulation of my joint was, and I roared in pain as I backed off, deciding my 'get in close' plan wasn't as smart as I'd thought.

"Alright, no more Mr. nice dragon." I snarled. I flicked my fingers a few more times, then poured in power as I yanked on the threads, creating a new effect I'd been workshopping, based on one of my existing tricks. I dove forward again, and Dark Opal reached into thin air and pulled out a short handled cleaver.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Butcher's Bane- B ranked royal armament. The royal armament of the house of Opal, imbued with the blood and strength of the victims whose lives it has claimed.]

My eyes widened. Short description, nothing particularly obvious or useful, but it filled in the missing piece. That was how he was using those damned armaments. The souls of their previous owners were trapped in that cleaver like my enemies in a pair of boots. He slashed out with it, aiming at my knee where he'd hit me before, but this time I didn't dodge.

The blow landed, and instead of harming me it bounced right off. As it did, Dark Opal screamed in pain as a massive gash was torn in his own leg, exposing bone. I'd reversed the karmic magic I used to make simulacrum, so anything that happened to me happened to him. Sadly, the threads had been shattered by the feedback, so I couldn't do it again.

It did give me an opportunity though. The harmful energies had damaged the karmic threads around them, not just for Dark Opal, but for the cleaver itself. The darkly glowing slaughtering weapon had lost some its luster, the connection to its master weakened.

Blurring forward, I grabbed Dark Opal by the wrist, forcing his hand away with my superior strength (which was only barely superior, jesus that guy was strong). Then I headbutted him in the face. My horns smashed his fucking nose in, jerking his head back, and with my other hand I started grabbing threads.

He started to recover and I headbutted him again, hurrying to accomplish my goals. My upgrade to B rank had come from the shears of fate, which meant I had something in the way of a knack for severing strings. My claws flicked a few times, cutting golden threads, and my hand snatched them up, dexterously tying them into knots on other strings.

I saw when it worked because Dark Opal's hand cramped, releasing the cleaver. I snatched it up, feeling the power of all of those artifacts as their ownership transferred to me, my points skyrocketing. One point two billion points and change, more than enough to finally ascend to A rank like I'd been planning, and combined with whatever the others got, bring at least three of my girls to B.

As I felt my body sing with power, I threw back my head and roared with triumph. The energy pounded in my veins. It felt almost as good as seeing the shock and horror on that smarmy bastard's face when he realized what I'd done. He tried to recover, to fight back, to do something, but he didn't manage to shake it off in time to stop me from burying his ancestral cleaver in his fucking throat.

As usual pat-reon has the advance chapters at that site /malcolmtent, at least 10k words of content. Hope everyone enjoys!