Chapter 6

Irene Abbot, nee Belserion had never known how much she had missed the ability to feel the chilly morning breeze of a new day.

To fight the slothful defiance to sleep the day away at her lover's side.

To experience the taste of foods, both loved and hated.

To actually feel again.

When her lover had first summoned her any thoughts of her being a clone and a commodity that's passed around by some cosmic company became irrelevant. After countless centuries of enduring the hell of being a prisoner in her own draconic body, she sought to make up for loss time. Her beloved was the perfect outlet to relieve herself of over 400 centuries of stress, and the adorable way he progressed from squirming underneath her to outright fucking her brains out was adorable.

Though the dragons of her world don't derive much pleasure from mating like humans do, she could certainly see the quality of her kin in the young man. A young man, who could have chosen her out of the legions of other women proposed to him by his Grand employer and patron. A young man that could have chosen her for her experience as an almighty dragon, her magicks that made even the grand magic council of Ishgard seethe in envy, the forbidden secrets of hoarded knowledge that Alvarez Kingdom has been collecting since it's inception.

But no, her dear beloved had chosen her because…he empathized with her plight. The knowledge of her life's story and misery being shown as some picture book in his world would have infuriated her along with the preconceived pity in his actions. She'll have you know that she had disposed of insolent soldiers for much less. Yet, the results had more than spoke for itself. It may have been done by proxy of this "Company", but her beloved still chose her to alleviate what she's spent her entire immortal life trying to fix.

Any pride she may have felt was pointless in the face of his intentions to want what's best for her. A bar that set him irrevocably higher than that piece of shit excuse of human garbage. Now yes, she was more than aware that she was influenced by the binding placed upon her, but she didn't seem to care for it. Irene already got what she wanted most of all: to sleep, eat, and feel human again.

Plus, the one who she's permanently bound to has certainly been a comforting partner to have. They talked, ate together (his dishes were phenomenal), slept together, planned together, and made love. Michael was a simple man, who studiously does his work like the common man. But such simplicity was what truly charmed Irene to him.

What you got from him was what you'd get. Plain and simple.

Which is why she happily went along with her husband's plans when the denizens of this mediocre nation gave them the useless title of "Honorary Knight". An empty, fancy title that promised nothing, but work and favors given to them by the nation's authority. If Irene had wanted to, she would have gladly usurped the nation for herself and her lover with her magic.

The current militia weren't optimal since the original Grandmaster of Mondstadt took a majority of the elite knights with him. Now the Allogenes, or Vision Users, could provide a little resistance, but they would all fall the same way. Either by an enchanted army or her placing an enchantment that would annihilate them should they even think to approach her family.

Yet, Irene withheld such laborious thoughts. Her lover sought not to rule, but to explore, capture targets, test his abilities, and enjoy time with his ever-expanding family. Such a lackadaisical approach to their objectives was fine with Irene.

Their efforts did provide them with a comfortable home that they could lay their roots in, and the more time she could spend enjoying her revived senses was extremely gratifying. The new Abbot residence of Mondstadt was a quaint home with an overhanging attic.

Her kindred sister-wives of Aether and Paimon were the most enthused of the group to have a home of their own while Irene found the gift rather lacking for her love's deeds in repelling Stormterror. Michael was fine with it and had even reminded her that they could later craft a bigger home once they'd truly settled in.

And so, the four of them had officially moved into Mondstadt and had made it their home for the past month. With an additional home that wasn't locked away in another dimension, they had ensured that it would stay clean and well taken care of by summoning a few of the enchanted servants to the world.

Her beloved had purchased Demiplane to ensure the ease of transferring most of their servants to their new home. They were to provide upkeep and guard the premises whenever they were absent or resting. This was just one safety contingency out of a thousand that Irene had made for their home's protection. She'd be damned if an assassin tried to invade their home while she's either trying to sleep in or get some love from her beloved.

Though uncertain to when the next big event would happen, Michael had enjoyed the free month that they were given to accomplish more of his duty as a Company agent and indulge upon some of his desires. Such as their induction to the Adventurer's Guild where they were given an Ad astra abyssosque welcome by the automata working the front desk that dubbed itself Katheryne.

Irene had to admit that whoever crafted it was certainly skilled in their field. Had her beloved had not informed her beforehand, then she would have confused the girl with an actual human being. The signs were there once you looked for it: her stiff mannerisms, the mechanical way that she spoke, and her clearly never taking a breath when speaking or standing idle.

She had desperately wanted to take the android home to study it but steeled herself when her husband revealed that claiming a Katheryne unit would lead to unnecessary questions since another one would replace it. The unit coming from a troublesome nation like Snezhnaya that's still causing diplomatic upheaval in the nation could potentially lead to more issues down the line.

Which is why the appropriation of the receptionist would wait for another day.

The commissions that the Adventurer's Guild provided them took top priority in order to raise their Adventurer's Rank and get a better layout of the surrounding lands of Mondstadt. The commissions were similar to the job quests handed to the Guilds back in her own world. You complete a task, and you get paid for it.

So far, their little group has done a total of 20 commissions pertaining to jobs like Monster hunts, gathering herbs/flowers, and basic guard duty for scholars or caravans coming to and from the city. Simple, mundane busy work that allows your standing in the Guild to grow which gives you more access to the admittedly impressive web of knowledge that the fellow adventurers in the guild have.

Some jobs were a bore and the others proved quite relaxing.

Though outlandish it may be for the Guild to accept a commission from a child, she still enjoyed sitting at the lakeside with Michael to feed the ducks.

The more brutish jobs of monster hunting dealt with the removal of the growing Hilichurl camps that kept being formed around the city. The Knights were already exhausted from the Stormterror restoration front even with the added aid of her beloved's clones, so they had their local adventurers clear them out. Irene just left the task of wiping out the camps to Michael and Aether while she explored the area for fascinating specimens to collect and study.

Such specimen consists of the Whopper-Flower. These floral specimens have been recorded to possess the elements of Pyro, Cryo, and Electro after naturally absorbing the elements from their environment. They camouflage themselves amongst other flowers to ambush and obliterate their prey. One Cryo Whopper Flower tried to do that Irene but found it's chilly winds couldn't penetrate her enchanted veil of Anemo winds shielding her.

The creature had tried to run away when nothing hurt her, but it didn't get very far once Irene preserved the Cryo creature in a conjured magical containment cube and shrunk it and the cube down for ease of convenience. Later, she had discussed a proper environment to begin her study on the creature and it's transition into a Regisvine that Lisa had once shared with her.

Sadly, her beloved didn't have enough credits to purchase Creature Feature in their portable home dimension. So simple experimentation with the creature's reactions to other elements would have to do. She most certainly didn't pout or take her anger out on the Whopper Flower; she was an adult not some child.

Not like her husband who shamefully requested she clean up his own mess from his brawl with Dvalin. Oh, she and Aether had a ball teasing him when word got around of the epic clash between the Stormbane and Stormterror. The surrounding forestry was leveled, the plains were torn apart in craters and fissures, and the elemental flow was stuck in a perpetually powerful breeze that affected the area by itself.

It was a complete mess. Though it was nothing that Irene couldn't adjust. Her enchantment magic made quick work to terraform the plans and surrounding forests to what they once were. Even the disrupted elemental flow that was a result of her beloved's empowered Anemo energy and Dvalin's corrupted Anemo energy was a meager fix to be made. All she had to do was disperse of the constant conflicting natures of the winds to restore balance.

There was a job commission from the Guild that requested for this matter to be fixed, but her husband was quick to deny it even when the commission requestor sung high praises to their group for dealing with the issue that disrupting the local flora and fauna along with causing multiple incidents to whoever crossed the torn land. Irene giggled at the amount shame that her husband felt for leaving his mess unattended to until the last minute.

It was during this one month free period of leisure that her lover had decided to use that device which let him be in contact with the "Company" that granted him his powers, boons, and defenses.

Aether was still trying to wrap her head around the concept of their lover's patrons while Paimon simply zeroed in on the extra Faerie Feast perks. She was mollified with a readily available plate of Sticky Honey Roast. Irene always found the fact that her husband had a clone in the Sweet Home dimension readily cooking meals to distract Paimon was cutely humorous.

After knowing what he wanted and reminding her of a video that he once showed her, Irene rolled her eyes and gave no complaints for her husband to order another template stacking for himself. Honestly, men, no matter how much they grow, they'll never change their childish wants for what they deemed to be cool.

Upon purchasing this perk, he immediately purchased both of the Addiction Defenses, and when she asked him why he made the impulsive decision?

"My added Saiyan biology was compelling me to forgo my plans for Inazuma and to straight up fly over to challenge the Electro Archon right now."

Ah, yes. Irene did remember hearing of the strength of that land's god and how much her husband disdained her for… "getting off Scott free for her negligence and being an easily forgivable "top tier" waifu". It was the right call, but Irene made sure to remind her husband to be prepared for any side-effects that these bonds may have on his mind.

He had later used that Appearance Change perk to remove the second Monkey Tail he had grown to just apply the affects of it onto his first monkey tail. After sending two clones to battle amongst themselves in their Sweet Home dimension, he had moved on to the next priority on his list: Her.

Curious, Irene deferred to her husband's judgement and asked for what he personally recommended. Her pride would never choose to copy any of the Spriggan 12's movesets, especially Zeref's. So, her husband tried to show her another video before realizing that Mondstadt and Teyvat as a whole didn't have internet.

Once he had purchased Stay in Touch and the Armory for their dimension, he had shown her an interesting figure from the very same universe of his most recent Template Stacking purchase. Their skills and abilities were widespread and rather versatile despite the brutish way of their universe's combat. And so, Irene had made up her mind about the purchase and had traded her old staff for a brand new one.

After her was Aether's turn and just like her the blonde had deferred her judgement over to Michael to decide on which powerset would best suit her. And so, he did but through their shared connection to him through his Shroud network, Irene felt his hesitance and envy?

She had gone to ask what he had purchased for her, and his response: "One of the most broken characters in fiction."

She had to ask again what the term "broken" was in the context of that sentence. When she was filled in on the term and the "character" chosen for Aether along with the dreadful pit in her stomach that began to form once Aether's new weapon from her Template Stacking emerged into existence, Irene began to slightly believe her husband's words.

Paimon's choice for a template stacking was denied much to the small angel's chagrin since he had already purchased a specific perk just for her without elaborating upon what it was to her. Paimon was furious but more food bribes culled her rage and the promise that her beloved would explain it to her shortly when it came time for her to practice with it.

Her husband was quick to spend points on one purchase of Paradox Defense as he made that promise.

And with that he was left with 87 credits and a new training regimen for all of them to add to their long list of things to do that month. With no looming signs of anything happening upon the horizon, they had all chosen to prepare and enjoy themselves as best as they could.

Which is why Irene was choosing to wake up a tad bit later during the day than usual. Her lovely visits to the Knights of Favonius' Library with Lisa had basically corrupted her to the ways of the lazy Librarian. Amongst their talks of the leylines, old Mondstadt scripts pertaining to the days of Old Mondstadt, and her friend's days as a student of the highly vaunted Sumeru Akademiya, Irene happily chatted with a kindred bibliophile.

This meant sharing their guilty shameful habits and ways to go about them without getting caught.

So, while Lisa blabbed about tricks in getting out of work through sleeping, Irene happily detailed all of the exhilarating ways to get away with showing extreme forms of PDA around the city. She left nothing to the imagination and found Lisa's interested looks and deepening blush with each tidbit she share to be absolutely delicious. The librarian was already bound to her love, but she'd yet to fully be brought into the loop like Amber and that Kaeya woman.

All Irene was doing was giving her a little push and hopefully she'll fall into her love's lap.

Speaking of her lover's lap…

Emerging from the covers, Irene giggled as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. The bed was shaking and creaking like crazy as the heavy sounds of flesh banging against each other rang out through the room along with the accompanying grunts and moans. Were she not accustomed to this new lifestyle; she would have imagined that a couple of monkeys were fucking right beside her.

But no, it was her beloved husband and sister-wife, Aether, enjoying themselves.

"O-Oooough!" Aether whined and moaned as she desperately kept throwing back her wide hips into Michael's rigid thrusts up her gushing delta. The man kept a solid grip on the blonde's hips and relentlessly ploughed the depths of her pussy with his dedicated little soldier.

Irene giggled at the wanton lust of her lovers as they fucked like a pair of beasts. "Good morning you two." Her greeting was met with a louder grunt and moan from Michael and Aether respectively. Irene chose to believe it was both them responding to her and cumming their brains out as a slurry mix of their love juices began to join the every dampening puddle that covered their side of the bed.

"What a mess." Irene tutted. "You two make sure to get clean before heading downstairs. Paimon isn't going to wait patiently forever." Getting out of bed, Irene left the two rutting members of her family to their business as she entered the bathroom and was met with one of her faithful servants, Yuki.

"Lady Irene." The ever-studious maid bowed her head.

"Good morning, Yuki." Irene nodded and allowed the beautiful servant to go about helping her bathe, wash her hair, braid her hair, and apply her mascara and makeup. With but a thought, Irene's shroud ensconced her form and placed on her casual wear consisting of a white turtleneck cut sweater, blue pants and white sandals. Wearing her battle attire all the time was getting drab and should the time come for conflict, she'll only need to think of her desire and the Shroud will fulfill with swapping her attire for the situation.

"Wonderful work as always, Yuki."

"You humble this one, Lady Irene." Yuki bowed.

Of the eight enchanted items turned people that she crafted for her lover, Yuki would be ranked #2 on the competence scale just behind Hana and before Maya. These were the three maids that studiously fulfilled the housework with little fuss and coordinated conciseness.

Making her way out of the bathroom, Irene had spotted that Michael and Aether were not stopping their little intimate snog anytime soon. Her beloved was now fucking the blonde through the mattress in the Mating Press position, his favorite. She rolled her eyes and wryly smiled at the utter frenzy that her two lovers had found themselves in.

"Honestly, no self-control…" Not like she could talk since she'd been the one to pounce on her lover while he was asleep the night before. It was sort of like a game between her and Aether, the first to tend to their lover's morning wood would get the pent up rage of the lust that he built up over night. Of course, lately Aether had been growing more aggressive with her advances than her.

The cute little thing certainly made a place for Michael in her heart after he had been there to support her during her moment of solitude and failure at trauma of being separated by her twin sister. Since that night when the girl first came to her, pouring her heart out on how to properly thank the man, Irene had personally found herself rooting for the blonde.

Oh, the days where she'd just sit back and watch as Aether caused their husband to squirm and writhe with the crude techniques that Irene had taught her. To watch another truly appreciate how magnificent her beloved was both in and out of bed. Irene positively loved watching her and Paimon get railed by her rabid lover's dick.

It almost made her want to jump in and join the pair, but alas, she had work to do.

Giving the two another reminder to freshen up that most definitely fell on deaf ears, she left the bedroom with Yuki falling in step behind her into the hallway where everything was relatively less messy.

"Aaahn~! M-Master, the Mistress and Irene are right the-Oooooogh~! Haah…!"

"Goddamit, Venti! Where the fuck are you!? When I get my hands on you!"

Though relatively lesser than the fuck marathon ran by the original and Aether in the bedroom, the intense butt stuffing that Michael's clone was giving to Asta was tier of mess just below it. Unlike the aggressive, affectionate bliss the original displayed, his clone was utterly using the soft girlish hips of the femboy servant to vent all of his frustrations out.

Not that Asta was putting up much of a fight since the slutty thing enjoyed the attention being sent his way. His piteous pleas to stop were obviously inflaming the clone and that damned smile was all but urging the muscular male to put the effeminate servant in his place. His fat ass rippled with each mighty plunge of the clone's thick cock into the tight depths of his asshole.

The tomgirl maid only being kept up by his face pressed up against the wall and the aggressive thrusting of the massive dick plundering his ass as the femboy's legs limply flailed in the air. The growing puddle of the slut's own forced orgasm by the smashing of his prostate caused the diligent Yuki to exasperatedly sigh at the youngest servant's antics.

"Asta, honestly, could you not have chosen a more appropriate time to spy on the Master and Lady Irene and Lady Aether?" Ah, so the clone was sent out here to punish any workers that were slacking off to peek in on them.

"And to further worsen matters, you're making the hallway that we've cleaned just filthy than when we had started." Yuki sighed.

"D-Don't…nnf! Blame m-hiiiieeeh!" Squealed the pinked haired servant as Michael's clone landed a hefty smack up their left ass cheek. "Master's the on-oh god! The one who won't st-aaaaaaahp~!"

Irene wasn't sure whether the femboy who she made from enchanting a spear deserved her pity or not. Her beloved has been having a hard time tracking the Anemo Archon, Venti/Barbatos these past couple of days. Despite earning his blessing against Dvalin, the bound bard had yet to make themselves known to them yet and actively avoided their attempts to locate him.

Her husband had used his elemental sight to track him down, but the Archon was wise to his tricks and had led them on a goose chase around Mondstadt, leading them to a Hilichurl encampment deeper in the wilds. Yes, they exterminated the threat as it's been causing the nation some distress, but even the hefty reward didn't deter from the fact that they were led along.

The nimble trickster's been a pain on her lover's rear ever since, and so using Asta as proxy, Michael had been venting his anger out on the pink-haired femboy's bussy (she believed that was the term he used).

"Well, be sure to clean up after yourself when you're done, are we clear?" It wouldn't do to have an untidy home. Though mundane their new accommodations were, Irene refused to live like a pig.

Though her words failed to reach Asta's ears as Michael's clone devolved from cursing Venti out to tilting the femboy's chin back in order to suffocate him with a frenzied kiss as he took servant's ass from behind.

Sighing, Irene shook her head and ignored the second rutting pair that she's come across as she and Yuki descended downstairs toward the kitchen/dining room where a heavy mess of banging could be heard. The source of that banging was Paimon.

"Paimon wants more pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes!"

"No. That first plate was meant to tide you over until everyone came down. You'll have to wait until then." Michael's clone who was working the kitchen with Maya bluntly put an end to the angel's tantrum.

"But Michael and Aether have been fucking since the crack of dawn! Paimon knows they'll probably be at it until late noon~!"

"Well too bad. I already fed you three stacks of pancakes, so you'll just have to make do until then."

"Aauuuuuuuugh~!"

"Crocodile tears won't work on me, Paimon."

"Tch!"

Irene giggled as she emerged into the kitchen.

"Ah, good morning." The clone happily waved her in.

"It is wonderful to see you well rested, Lady Irene." Maya bowed.

"Irene! Michael's being mean to Paimon, he won't feed me anymore!" Paimon zipped out of her seat and flew into the comforting embrace of the scarlet mage's bosom.

"No, I won't feed you until everyone's downstairs. Don't try to make me out to be the bad guy." The clone drawled much to Maya's amusement.

"Then tell the main Michael that it's an emergency and to stop fucking Aether so we can eat!"

"I just did so while you were throwing a hissy fit. He says that he'll be down after one more round." Irene translated that to: Just two or three more rounds to go.

"Uugh! That's still to looooong~!" Paimon also knew this since she too was on the receiving end of one of Michael's usual morning sexcapades.

"Well then while we wait, why don't we-." The sound of their door knocking had interrupted the plans that Irene wanted to share with her frustrated fellow sister-wife. "Now I wonder who that could be?"

"Allow me, ma'am." Maya excused herself with a bow and answered the door. "Oh my, why good morning Miss Amber. What a lovely surprise to see you here this morning!"

"Ah, Maya! It's so wonderful to see you too! Hey, are you going to come down to headquarters again? Jean's been dying to have you back to teach some of the knights that wicked swordplay of yours."

"You and Miss Jean flatter me, Amber. My prowess pales in comparison to your acting Grandmaster, and my tutelage of those few knights were basic at best." Irene smirked as her humble servant tried to downplay herself. Unlike the others, Irene had placed more emphasis on furthering one single mode of combat/magic in Maya when enchanting her being onto a sword, and that was pure swordsmanship.

Particularly, the Iai branch of swordsmanship that had their faux-Narmaya servant cut down their enemies before they even had a chance to blink. Irene smiled with pride as one of her finest works was able to glean the interests of the acting leader of the knights after a grocery run had devolved into her being taken around the city by their Outrider friend.

The pair chit-chatted before Maya began to lead her into the house's living room and then kitchen.

"Ah, Irene! Good morning!" The brunette markswoman greeted her with so much cheer that it was even starting to infect the scarlet mage's mood.

"And a good morning to you as well, Irene." She waved back lazily while still placating the sulking Paimon betwixt her bosom.

"And good morning to you too, Paimon and-!" She froze upon facing the clone of Irene's lover. "Michael? Um, I don't know if you're the real one or the…"

"Relax, the real one is busy upstairs doing business with Aether. He'll be down shortly." Irene raised an eyebrow at that, but a quick knowing glance from the clone gave her the context that she needed.

"O-Oh, well thanks. But still, I'm gonna wish you a good morning too, other Michael." Amber resolutely nodded. "You may be a clone, but like he said, you're all still him. So, I'll just give my thanks to you as I would to him."

"It's no problem at all, Amber." The clone chuckled.

"No, really, I don't think I would have gotten as far as I did with capturing Raptor if you weren't there as support." Ah, so that's why her love had been preoccupied with Amber these days. He's helping her with the criminal Glider that's been taking advantage of the Stormterror's attack to steal the goods and possessions of Mondstadt's people.

"You would have been fine against that asshole, Amber. Besides, you crossed that ravine without me having to lift a finger, so if anything, your praise should go to yourself and your courage." The clone rubbed the back of neck, but the Pyro archer furiously shook her head.

"No that was just dumb luck or the whims of the Anemo Archon at best." Irene did not miss the way her lover's clone clenched his teeth. She had to sigh in exasperation, it looked like Venti was truly teasing Michael with how evasive he's been of late that he'd indirectly get involved with another's plight than show himself to the man.

She could only imagine the amount of "punishment" her beloved will begin to inflict upon him, and how much she'll enjoy watching him claim another amongst his growing brood.

As she watched the clone and Amber devolve into an unending cycle of denials and congratulations, Irene decided to step in. "Lest you two stay stuck here shifting and deflecting praise until the heat death of the universe, I would recommend a compromise and say that the two of you were fantastic. Now would you like to join us for breakfast, Amber? I'm sure that the original Michael and sweet Aether would love to hear from you this morning."

"O-Oh, well, sure. I-I don't mind, but I also really don't want to intru-."

"Nonsense." Irene jovially waved off the concern. "It may have only been a month, but I for one already consider you family." After all, she was technically bound already. All her lover needed to do was use his Shroud to instill his will upon her.

Speaking of that…

"Dear? Are you and Aether finishing up with your early morning coitus?" She used her telepathy to connect with the lust-ridden mind of her lover, who was panting and grunting like an uncaged animal.

"Well, at least I am. I left a few clones to take care of Aether. Apparently she got a new Blessing that allowed her to inflame my bestial urges each time I used her pussy."

Huh? That did explain why the pair were unusually more wild with their mating. "These blessings have begun to show a trend, beloved." First, there was a blessing that had both Michael and her occupied and fighting over the blonde's blessing enhanced fellatio and cunnilingus that always promised an addictingly satisfying orgasm; next was the almost disastrous blessing of fertility, and now it was a blessing that places Aether's partner into a rut.

"I know, we'll talk about it later and see if she can make a blessing that can toggle all sexual related blessing off." Irene had to wonder how her life (whether she was a clone of the original Irene or not) had led her to accepting such a ridiculous statement.

And that wasn't even beginning to describe the ridiculous boon granted upon Aether with the template stacking ingrained into her being.

"Truly the multiverse is a wonderful place."

"It sure is…"

"By the by, Amber is here to thank you."

"I know, my clone relayed it to me the moment she entered." As always, Irene was impressed with the sheer versatility of her lover's powers and the concept of him being a one-man information network. "Aether won't be down for a while, my clones are basically running a train on her until she's satisfied."

A concerning thought came to Irene. "What if dear Aether gets a blessing that nullifies any sexual exhaustion, beloved?"

"…"

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"Beloved?"

"I just dispersed my clones and left her on the bed. I'll call one of the maids to clean her and the room."

Well, that was concern put to rest.

"Beloved about Amber…" Irene began.

"I know, I'm already on it." Michael resolutely huffed.

"My, my, already?"

"I've been putting it off for too long anyways, and besides, I like her, you like her, Aether likes her, and Paimon likes her. It's a win-win."

"Such a straightforward way of thinking, don't you think?"

"It's how I operate, Irene." She giggled to herself as she imagined the man mentally shrugging.

"Irene, is something the matter?" Amber who had already joined them at the table. Paimon looked enviously at her as Michael's clone made her the exception and served her a plate of pancakes, eggs, and toast.

"No, I just had a silly premonition this morning is all." Irene waved her off and partook in the scrumptious cup of tea made by Maya.

"Wow! You also magic that can do that? I just thought that you can do that thing where you put magic in stuff like Lisa said." Irene figured that Amber wasn't fully paying attention to the Knights' Librarian since that was far from a correct summation of her magic. "Oh! Do you secretly study astrology too? Is that how-?"

"That's a secret." Irene shushed much to Amber's pouting annoyance.

"Fine…" Amber grumbled. The scarlet mage's amusement was hitting the roof since she was basically lying. After all, why would she even need to predict the inevitable. The heavy sounds of her lover's naked footsteps reached her ears along with the faint scent of sex in that began to fill the air.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Master." Both Yuki and Maya bowed.

"Good morning, Amber."

Amber, who had only detected the sounds of his arrival, immediately shot up to her feet to greet the original Michael. "Good morning, Mich-hiiiiiek!" Only to be ensnared in the invasive grasp of his shroud with no warning.

"Yes, now it's time to eat!" Like a predator waiting for it's chance, Paimon lunged out from Irene's motherly grasp and after Amber's abandoned breakfast. She didn't even get close once the cooking Michael clone plucked from mid-air and shook his head.

"Everyone has to come down. Aether is included, you know."

"Waaaaaaaaaah~! That's not fair~! Let Paimon eat already!"

"No." The clone grunted before a troubling gleam shone in his eye. "But I know of a fun way to make the time go along faster."

"W-What?" Paimon sniffled then squawked as the clone used his own Shroud to dispel both his clothes and Paimon's to leave them as stark naked as the original Michael that had descended downstairs. "W-W-W-Wait! Without Paimon's breakfast, Paimon won't have the energy to-hooo~!" The angel's languidly rolled up as the clone firmly slotted his own dick into her small pussy.

"Worry about that after…and for god's sake if you can't handle me in this form then either use the other two already!" The clone advised despite using his smaller partner's body to get himself off. In a glow of light, Paimon immediately heeded the man's advice and transformed into her aged up "Bae" mode.

There were three forms that the angel was allowed to access now that she had been captured. Her default form, her "Bae" form, and her "Shortstack" form as her lover would call them. Her lover held no favorites since he loved the angel and the tight clench of her loins in either one. Personally, Irene preferred the default form just for how huggable she was while disregarding the "shortstack" form for making it difficult to snuggle the brattish angel due to their "gifted assets" always bumping against each other.

The aged up Paimon's complaints for food were dead upon her lips as she was immediately swept into the vicious cycle of passionate coitus. The clone had lifted the woman's legs up underneath the knees, pressed her against the nearby wall, and started going to town on bucking his cock into her gooey depths.

"I'll keep that mouth of yours occupied until it's time to eat. Stick out your tongue…" The clone ordered and Paimon submissively complied.

"You savage…nnnnchu~! *Pop!* Jerk…mmmchu…puah…mmmmm~!" Aw, how precious. No matter how much she may deride and annoy the man for his cooking, she would always end up putty in his hands.

"There we go…Amber…just relax." And the show just kept getting better as the original Michael unsurprisingly forwent formality and began thrusting himself into the wet and bloody depths of the Outrider's vagina. The shroud binding process wasn't done as Michael was intentionally stalling it just to enshroud Amber's upper half with it while giving him access to lower body.

The Outrider's shorts were already pulled down by the time Irene had deigned to look in their direction. Amber's stocking clad legs flailed about, but they never directly kicked at Michael as firmly dug his dick as he deep into her as he could. The weight of each thrust sent a relishing ripple across the brunette's generous ass and hips.

It was a shame that Irene couldn't stay to witness all of this.

"Irene-sama, we've prepared the intruders as you requested." The cold, calculated voice of one of their servants rang through her head.

"A shame that I'll be missing the only one missing the festivities, but duty calls." Finishing the last dregs of her tea, Irene wandered over to Michael's side and tapped his chin over to have him face her.

The narrow-minded focus on the jostling ass of the Outrider melted to affection as he gazed into her eyes and happily met her halfway for a quick kiss. His fervent ardor was so tempting for her to indulge in, but…

"I really must be going, dear. Do take care not to break poor little Amber by the time I return." Irene whispered into his ear and gave the moaning brunette a playful swat to the ass.

"No promises." He grunted as he gave her ear a parting kiss and roughly smacked the same ass cheek that she did. Amber's muffled moaning devolved into high pitched scream that her cunt tightens around his dick and soaks his hips and the ground with her love juices just in reaction to it.

Irene shrugged. That was best that she could get out of him whenever he got in the mood. She'll only leave Amber with her condolences.

"And don't forget to take Mita and Hilly to see the Ella later this evening." Her only response was a deep growl and smacking of his hips into the squealing Outrider's limp lower half. Anyways, it's not like he'll forget. They've already begun to speak the language of the Hilichurl weeks ago after coming in contact with the young inspiring scholar.

Now they were simply lending their Mitachurl and Hilichurl over to her in order to further her studies in the culture and behaviors of their race. They'd name them "Mita" and "Hilly" to avoid lumping them in with the others of their race, and the pair did seem to mind, in fact, they danced that barbaric dance of theirs that was almost comical to watch.

Turning to Yuki and Maya, Irene nodded. "I'll leave the clean up to you two."

"Yes, lady Irene." The both bowed.

With a snap of her fingers, her lovely new staff materialized into her hand. With but a simple desire and thought, Irene had transported to one of the vacant rooms of their portable dimension's mansion. Already her faithful servants of Heine, Sayuri, and Spindle were prostrated before her.

"Mistress." / "Lady Irene." / "Miss Irene."

Looking at her own little shadow triad before her gaze lingered over to the insensate forms of the pair of Snezhnayan rats strapped down to the beds beside each other, Irene allowed a cruel smile to creep itself up on her face. "Well, done. All of you."

Though they hid it well, she could no doubt feel the pre-programmed satisfaction that she'd enchanted into them upon their creation. "Report."

Heine started. "As per your orders, Mistress. We've been conducting our patrols around the perimeter of the home and city of Mondstadt. Though we were able to eliminate the few Abyss Mages and Fatui Agents that snuck past the gates of the city, most of the work done on assassinating the monsters were attributed to the rumored "Darknight Hero"."

"Ah, that fabled hero…I wonder how Lisa would react if I spilled their true identity to her. Oh, I'm sure she'd have a field day spreading rumors around the headquarters." None could escape the ever reaching surveillance of Irene's Eye magic, and Diluc was no exception. That crimson haired woman was such a stiff host whenever Lisa and her would come down to her tavern for a drink.

A shame that Michael had yet to go along with that Calvary Captain to it in order to capture the woman. Yet, given how he was focused on locating the tricky bard as of late, it didn't seem like much of a priority to him yet.

"But disregarding that, how did you come into contact with these two?"

"The Fatui Agent struck last night in a bid to steal the life of Master Michael." Reported Sayuri as with a flick of her wrist, she pulled out a dagger and an interesting trinket with an ominous glowing red gem. "I've managed to procure this off of his person after having to subdue him."

"Oh? Did he give you a hard time?" Irene smirked as the stoic servant remained unmoved by the accusation.

"No, the moment that he had found himself caught and clearly outmatched, he had resolved to end his life by falling on his own blade." Sayuri gestured to the dagger. The shinobi-like servant looked up to Irene to unveil the unnerving swirl of her pinwheel styled black-red eyes. "I vehemently disagreed with his decision."

Ah, the amount of time that Irene placed in configuring those Magic Eyes were painstakingly hard without breaking Sayuri's vessel that she made with a simple dagger. The amount of effort to ensure that Sayuri could utilize precognition magic, copy magic, and illusion magic with just her eye magic was quite difficult. Though the results right now spoke of how satisfying the effort it took to make sure she fall apart was worth it.

"Ah, looks like someone doesn't want us finding out their little scheme." Irene procured the trinket from her servant and left to her the dagger. "Marvelous work, Sayuri."

"Hn." Irene giggled. That little tick that Michael insisted she put into this one had started to grow on her.

"As for the Cicin Mage?" Irene turned to Spindle, who raised her head.

"The mage's prerogative was much different than the Agent's. They simply invaded the household for information, and had attempted to plant their familiars in dining room, the bathroom, your study, and your bedroom. Dealing with her and her familiars were a difficult task, but once I was able to asphyxiate her with my threads, the familiars disappeared soon after."

"Clever." Irene praised the pink-haired servant.

"Thank you, Miss Irene." Spindle pulled out a familiar trinket to the red one except that this one radiated a purple glow from it's gem. "This was what I could find on them."

"Interesting…" Irene thanked her servants for their diligence and allowed them to observe her as she approached the Agent first while observing the red trinket first. "Now, let's see what you can tell me about your intentions, my good man."

Removing the agent's mask, Irene placed the palm of her hand upon their rugged face in order to activate an advanced version of her Telepathy magic, Telepathic magic. A rush of information was being catalogued in her mind as she shifted through the refuse and sought out the man's more recent memories detailing…

There it is.

"So, this is a Delusion, hm?" She retracted her hand after gaining all of the information she needed from that five-minute invasion of the man's mind. "They certainly weren't trying too hard to make it look like a sinister version of a Vision despite the hefty cost to wield it." To be able to wield magic that surpassed the Visions that gods granted to mortal men was a testament to how advanced the nation of Snezhnaya was.

Though the cost of shaving off years of your lifespan seemed to be an equivalent price to pay just to use it. This faithful Agent of Snezhnaya was supposedly like all the rank and file: Holistically devoted to his nation and Archon. Even willing to sacrifice his own future just to afford his homeland a brighter future, no matter how dirty his hands will get.

"A shame that such a devoted soldier will only expect to see himself live another five years…" Quite the pity, but at least he's proven his worth. The same could be said for the Electro Cicin Mage, who's experience was the same, but was bound to expire in another 12 years. A new recruit amongst their rank and file, perhaps?

Either way, Irene had what she'd wanted. Two precious Delusions worth studying and two targets for her husband to capture. The male was assuredly going to be sold considering that he doesn't match his husband's taste in "femboys" while the Cicin Mage was a definite capture that will stay with them for the foreseeable future.

Snapping her fingers, Irene had enchanted the pair with a spell that would keep them in indefinite sleep until she cancelled it. "You may release your illusions, Sayuri." The servant complied with a nod. "And do be sure to have one of Michael's clones come in to bind them. I'll bring the original in later to Shroud them."

She made to leave but not without giving them her last order. "Until then return to your duties and inform me should anything arise. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" And like that, they vanished.

Good. Now, what should do first? Oh, perhaps she could look into testing the limits that the retinue's shared first stage of Soul Defense will have when utilizing the Delusion. Hm, or maybe she should look into scaring those feisty Snezhnaya diplomats that Lisa says have been giving poor Jean such a hard time…

…Or…

Maybe…

The memories of who ordered the assassin and infiltrator came to the forefront of her mind.

"Ufufu…I can't help but imagine the look on my beloved's face when I return with a Harbinger as my gift to him." Her Shroud immediately shifted to her mage attire as she teleported out of the Demiplane and back to the first place that she and her husband had touched down when entering Teyvat.

"Now…lets see if I can catch her before she can make that quick trip to Liyue Harbor."

This chapter mostly felt like a bunch of Lewds, but next chapter will go back to the plot. I hope that you all enjoyed reading it and give me your thoughts on what Templates were chosen for the SI, Irene, and Aether.

Well, have a wonderful day and stay safe everybody!