Eostia: Harem Quest

by EostianScribe

The Gods have given mortals the power of The Gamer as a pass time. A hobby. A means to compete and relax. One goddess, however, sees it as a means of salvation; starting with one world. As such, she rolls the dice... (Harem, Citrus and Eventual Dark Content Warning)

13. Act I-Ch VIII: Take a Look!

[ - Author's Note - ]

Whew! One long chapter over and done with. Onto the next!

And it's over fifteen thousand words... When my average has been twelve thousand. Go figure.

As a side note we've reached over sixty three thousand views! That's great; I'm glad to see people enjoying the story.

Let's not waste any more time and jump into it.

[ - Act I - Chapter VIII: Take a Look! It's in a Book! - ]

The Bridge on the Road to Argon City

The war horse clad from head to hoof in steel traveled down the road, pausing for a moment after passing the bridge, it's rider sighing as she looked up. "Good cloud cover. It'll be a brisk day." She let off, cloak hanging over her body, hiding part of her frame from view. "We should be at Noxdecus Manor in time for lunch!"

"Hmmm, Well that's good, I can use some food... And I can't wait to see Uncle Greg once more." A younger lady holding onto the first, sitting behind her pillion in the saddle, said in reply as the first female nodded.

"Indeed. Onwards!" She once more guided her horse into a brisk trot, moving along the road towards their destination.

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"I see... I am sorry I wasn't present to help my son, but minor shortfalls aside you've done well." My father said as I nodded in reply. I was in my room in Noxdecus Manor, seated at my desk sighing softly. My father... was not there. He was in Roxford, specifically the capital city of Risap and had finished preliminary trade talks and was going to spend most of the day talking out further details.

My communication devices were working, although I could see room for improvement. The device itself was a teardrop shaped slab of brass. It's height and width was about three inches by two so about half the size of a cell phone give or take. Not that I've held one in awhile. It wasn't too thick and set on the bottom in the middle of the rounded section was a spell stone, round and about an inch wide. A second stone, about half an inch wide was set at the top near the point. The pointed end acted as a natural 'this end up'. The larger stone acted as a camera, directing the view towards the user while the smaller stone, coupled with an illusion spell woven in, projected an image of the other person upwards. The holographic images was about six inches wide and a sphere focused on my father's head. I could see him down to his chest and make out what was behind him as well; which included a wall, a window... And my worried mother, shifting about over his shoulder.

The image was a bit faded though, so I knew some adjustments were needed. Also, his voice sounded a bit tinny; something I could fix I was sure. "It's fine, the bastard was waiting for you to leave. The only thing the trip did was it saved him the trouble of pulling something to lure you two away." I told him looking over to my mother. "And stop worrying. Mandeville left with his tail neatly tucked between his legs. I'm sure he'll attempt something else sometime in the future but he tipped his hand; we know what he wants and I'll be keeping an eye out for him."

"I'm your mother! It's my job to worry! Oh my stars, is Miria-"

"Everyone's fine! A couple of the guards were hurt, but they're all on the mend." I told her with a grin. "Riri took the worst hit of the girls, but she took it like a champ." Of course if she knew about the knocks me and Miria took... Well... Wars have been sparked by less given what she'd do to Mandeville.

And Eostia didn't need a war with her neighbors with Garan's constant attacks, unlikely as it was for Balanar to go and pick a fight over a spat between a noble and a merchant. It was one reason none of her neighbors wanted to attack or conquer Eostia; they'd have to deal with the Legion, Garan and their assorted company then.

"But still..." Saxon let off shuffling about as Merlin chuckled while I shuffled slightly in my seat, trying not to groan.

"Oh settle my dear. The boy came out of it stronger rather then weaker, and we know of our enemy's intent. Rather then fret over what has happened, let us give the lad praise for victories earned." Merlin said, reaching back and hugging her to his side. "Well then, we've spent enough time as it is. We need to prepare for our deals and talks. We will speak with you tonight. Say hello to your sister for us, and be well."

"Take care! Wash behind your ears! And don't pay for whores; you have the maids you can ask-"

"I'm aware mother, yes!" I said saying crisply. "Good luck, and until tonight." Finally the light flickered away... And I let off the groan I'd been holding in for the better part of fifteen minutes. I looked under my desk finally and half glared to the person under it. "You're a fucking minx, you know that?"

Riri grinned up me, having been under my desk this whole time having pulled my dick out and suckling on it softly the whole damn time. She'd done enough to tease me and keep me hard, but not enough to make me cum, squeak or speak out in surprise. It was annoying as hell.

Riri only smirked around my cock, eyes locking to mine as she continued. It would be a long morning.

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Once I had finally came and gave Riri some cream for her morning meal we joined Gregory and moved off to the graveyard. It was a bit dreary with droopy trees about and worn paths. We waked near the eastern corner and among the multitude found a simple tombstone with a rounded top and an axe carved in the center of the rounded section. Below it was an inscription, carved into the stone.

Here Lies
Wesland Unchained
'Freedom is the Right of All'

The final bit was requested by Gregory, and I felt it was a grand addition. We stood over the recently overturned earth as I sighed. I'd come in my usual, house attire and not my armor as it felt a bit more right. I'd set one bouquet of flowers to one side of his grave, Riri the other. We stood in silence for a moment before I sighed.

"I want to say something but... I... I don't know what to say. I have no words." I finally admitting, my head hanging softly. Yeah, great final words to give the man, James. Great words.

"It's... I know what you mean. We didn't know him, not really." Riri said, sighing, smoothing the apron of her maid uniform. "I just... I can speak for us both, I think." She said moving to kneel down at the foot of the grave, moving to both knees.

"Sure. I think it would mean more from you then me." I said nodding as Gregory grabbing my shoulder, squeezing softly.

"Wesland..." Riri started, gulping as she sighed. "I... I know we didn't really meet. We knew of each other, I'm sure. We knew you as that man's victim, someone we wanted to help. You knew me as a prize that escaped his grasp. I knew you as someone we wanted to save. You knew me as someone you were forced to capture. I... I think... I think you don't understand why I was able to break free of him, however. It wasn't just that I was rescued, like what we tried to do with you. It's... It's that I wanted to be free. I have... I have so few memories now of being a free girl. I..."

She took in a breath before continuing on. "I was a brat really. Had Lady Saxon met me then she would have spanked me but good. I was a brat, a thief and a bitch. But I had friends. We had fun and we played and... And Sister Claire, she... She... She cared for us, really and truly and looking back I know I let her down. I know she must be so... So upset with everything I did but she did her best for us... She didn't fail us; we failed her. But I knew what freedom was, what it meant and... And no matter how bad it was I had hope that I could be free... And I was saved, I was freed. It took so long for me to heal... To throw off chains under my skin and in my mind, but I did. I needed help, but I did."

Her voiced started to waver as she kept going, speaking to the grave and the body under it. "But you lost it, didn't you? You lost it so long ago. Lost any memory of being free, of being allowed to choose, to laugh and cry and smile and ... And just live. Live and love and be loved... You never knew that though, I think What life is... What it means to live. I... If this is the only way you can understand what it is to be free, then I am... I am happy you no longer know hurt and hate. Where your soul will drift, I don't know but I pray, I pray with all that I have that it will be someplace peaceful. Someplace your soul will heal, where it will understand love and life... And should your soul be reincarnated anew let it be as a happy child and in a good family. Rest now. Be at peace. Be... Be free."

Finally she bowed softly and stood as I moved behind her, arms moving around her shoulders and chest, hugging her back to me. "Well said." I told her, smiling a bit, trying not to let the tears flow... And failing... Her face wasn't facing me but I knew Riri was crying and no one could blame her. A glance back even gave me a look at Gregory, looking to the grave full on delivering a picture perfect example of manly tears. Finally I looked to the grave once more, saying the only words I really could. "Be free, Wesland. Be free."

[-]

We'd arrived back home late in the morning. Despite the short little visit to the grave we were in high spirits; it was a weight off our shoulders and we were smiling and talking in a relaxed manner as we returned. When we got back Riri left to do her duties as myself and Gregory stayed in the entrance of the manor to have a short chat over the new horses we acquired.

Serra was delighted when we got back with over a dozen new horses for her to stable and raise. She had been giving them names, grooming each one and doing her best to make them feel welcome and at ease. I imagine the horses were a little curious about the change in their lives now, but that's Serra's department, not mine. Mid-talk one of the maids came and interrupted us politely.

"Beg pardon, Sirs." She said. She was a plain looking maid; short black hair, freckles over her cheeks and brown eyes. She was pretty enough, average height, modest bust, just kind of plain looking. "We have guests outside of the manor; they say they are Aurelia and Theophania Embercoat."

"Wait, they are here!?" Gregory let off in shock. I tried to recall if I knew any Embercoats but I came up with a blank. "Send them in, send them in!" He beckoned, the maid bowing before turning and moving off down to the gate.

"Gregory, who are these people?" I asked him, looking up to the man who grinned.

"Well M'lord, Aurelia was my teacher and first commander when I joined the Order of the First Light!" He said, hands moving to his hips. "She taught me what it meant to be a crusader and how to fight as one. And little Theophania, or 'Tiffany' as everyone calls her, is her daughter. Adopted, but with how M'lady dotes on her you'd never know it!" My eyes widened a bit; I hadn't expected Gregory's old teacher would show up, I have to admit.

We stepped outside the manor to greet them there and I saw them ride up on a horse. The horse wore heavy barding, or armor, and looked like it could fight bandits off by itself. It was clad in steel with blue panels with gold trim on it, and hanging off the flanks and under the neck of the horse was a banner. I could make out the one facing me; it was a white cloth with a sigil in the center; a golden colored wreath with a darker gold outline. Inside the wreath was a blue background and boasted two symbols. At the top was a sun; with an orange center core and a set of yellow, curved points extending from it. On the bottom was a dark gold sword pointed down with a grey handle and white wings extending from the blade just under the guard and pointing outwards and slightly upwards. It was the Symbol of the Order of the First Light; second only to the Dawn Templars in renown.

The younger looking girl on the back dismounted the horse first, then the mature looking woman who was holding the horse's reins. The first, older female of the pair was tall, I'd say about six-one in height. She was clearly in mana armor, given how much (Translation: little) it covered; she wore gauntlets up to her biceps and sabatons, or armored boots, up to her mid-thigh both metal with a couple of panels on them of blue colored plates with brass trim. Around her hips was a rather thin, leather strap, with a short, steel loincloth hanging off the front; the top having two blue, brass trimmed panels with one half of a gold colored laurel outline and a vertical cut out in the middle showing off that there were blue panties under it (Attached to the leather strap, maybe?) and a rounded point at the bottom. How it didn't cause her issues on horseback was beyond me. Hanging off that thin strap at her left hip was a sheath, holding a simple looking sword.

Around her neck was an armored collar, steel with two blue panels and laurel outlines on it. Her D-Cup breasts were held by steel cups (Likely leather padded) with thin, leather straps and both cups had a blue, brass trimmed panel with half a laurel over it. Her shoulders were covered by heavy looking pauldrons with a blue panel near the bottom with a full laurel outlined in it. From the pauldrons hung a cloak that looked like it could be pulled over to hide her body if she so chose.

She chose not to do that.

Finally I could see a shield peeking over her shoulder, resting on her back. The woman herself was a fit one; not bulky looking nor overly ripped but with a well trimmed body. Of course in this world there were ways to bolster your might with a little mana (Just a little; too much is a bad thing) and she looked powerful. She was fair skinned and boasted a mature, beautiful face with one, deep blue eye showing, the other hidden under a curtain of silver hair which hung pass her shoulders in length with two bangs framing her visage with twists at the end. She had a soft, confident smile to her face.

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Name: Aurelia Embercoat
Title: Commander of the First Light
Class: Crusader
Level: 35
Alignment: Friendly
Reputation: 44
Status: Healthy, Calm, Enchanted

Romance Rating: 99
Corruption Rating: 7

Known Traits

[?]
[Leading from Field to Bed] You like to be in command and bow only to the strongest. Your Position rating is increased by 50 when engaging with those five levels or lower then your own. It is lowered by 50 when engaged with those five levels above you or higher. Additionally all allies 5 levels or lower within 50 feet of you gain 5% to all stats when in combat
[The Best Defense] Half of the average of your armor's defense resistances is added to your weapon's damage bonus
[Rally To The Blade] Each foe you defeat on the field of battle increases your allies morale. +1% to all of the stats of allies for each foe you defeat up to a cap of 7%.

[Natural Target] All foes would rather target you then an ally. +2 Con & Str for each ally your foes ignore in favor of you

Seventh child of a nobleman from the Barony of Albia, she trained with her brothers in the art of war and her sister in the art of magic. Surpassing her brothers in martial arts and proving to boast sizable potential in holy magic she was sent to the church to join the Dawn Templars. However she made a choice to, instead, join the Order of the First Light which had been struggling after the loss of it's commander, vice-commander and top two lieutenants during combat with Garan. She quickly rose up in the ranks, becoming a lieutenant and helped rebuild the order. Soon after she would be named it's new commander, surpassing even the vice-commander for the role.

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I next looked to the younger girl, looking her over. She wore dark gray stockings up to her mid-thigh with a pair of smart looking brown shoes over the feet. She wore a short skirt that covered what it needed to but would flash what was under it if she bent over at forty-five degrees (So, about the standard length in this world, roughly), that was black with two gold stripes along the bottom; the lower one thicker then the thinner upper one. Around her hips was a thick, black belt with gold trim on both the top and bottom with a sizable pouch at the left side; large enough to hold a good sized book.

Her torso was clad in a short, sleeveless vest that showed off her modest cleavage and bust size, B-Cup maybe. A black, shirt like collar was around her neck with a big, pink bow at the front of it. Over her back was a stave; it had a pink colored shaft and was capped with a rounded, brass cap on the bottom with the top capped with brass molded into the shape of wings with a baseball sized, red gem shaped into a heart set into the center of it.

By contrast to the (Mana) armored woman, she was rather short, maybe five foot one. She was slightly fairer in terms of skin with bright blue eyes and had long, long, mid-thigh length blonde hair that was tied into two twin tails on either side of her head with white, flower like decorations at their base. She wore a bright, cheery smile on her face making her look adorable as hell.

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Name: Theophania 'Tiffany' Embercoat
Title: Summoner of the Sweet
Class: Arcanist
Level: 5
Alignment: Friendly
Reputation: 27
Status: Healthy, Happy, Energetic

Romance Rating: 81
Corruption Rating: 7

Known Traits

[Tap For Mana] You know how to use magic to it's fullest. All magic costs 5% less mana.

[Genius Ditz] You're much smarter then you act! +3% to Mag, Mnc & Lck when others underestimate you.

[?]

Born to House Ardon, a notable batch of minor nobility in the Barony of Albia, she lost her parents at age three due to betrayal by her uncle and elder cousin. The coup was discovered quickly and they were put to death, allowing one of her her aunts to take over as head of the family who swiftly disowned the young girl and was planning to have her removed and slain. However one of her adult cousins intercepted her, ensured she'd have proof of her true identity and asked his friend, Aurelia Embercoat, to raise her as her own. She has since found a sizable spark of magic within her, not uncommon to her lineage. Unlike her parents, however, she took up the arts of summoning.

(-)

"Uncle Greg!" The younger of the two let off, bounding off towards the large man next to me who laughed in reply, holding his arms out to let her jump up into them, laughing back at her and lifting her up like she was a small child, tucking a forearm under her legs for her to sit on. Her arms were around his neck, hugging her chest and cheek to him, rubbing into the side of his mustache.

"Ah, little Tiffany! You've grown up so much since I last saw you!' He let off cheerfully, chuckling a bit as I watched on with a small smile, shaking my head at the scene. The older of the two women walked over to me with a steady, confident stride. She paused before me with a soft, bright chuckle.

"I apologize if we're intruding, M'lord." She said, smiling warmly as I turned to her. She set a hand to her chest. "I am Aurelia Embercoat, Commander of the Order of the First Light."

"No intrusion at all. I am James Noxdecus, Heir of Mungale. It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander." I said, extending my hand to her for a shake. She took my hand, but rather then shake it she stepped in slightly, dropped to a knee and kissed the back of my hand on the knuckles, turning it over as she looked up at my eyes.

"I assure you, the pleasure of meeting such a cute, virile lad is all mine." She said giving a sultry smile. "Please M'lord, don't hesitate to let this Lady Knight know how best she may be of... service to you."

I blushed and looked over to Gregory who gave a soft chuckle to me, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. Was this woman seriously flirting with me, teasing me or this was some tradition I didn't know about?

I was leaning to the first, considering the second and dismissed the third.

"But in all seriousness, I am here to request a personal favor; of both Gregory and your father. May I speak with Baron Merlin?" Aurelia asked as she stood up, smiling to me as she crossed her arms under her bust.

"My father is in Roxford on trade talks for the moment. Until his return, I will be speaking for him." I replied simply as I got my blush under control. Her hands moved to her hips, nodding once as she smiled to me.

"Very well, M'lord. Let me then explain the situation to you. What do you know of the Empire of Dominious?" She asked, her smile lowering a bit into a more serious visage as she looked to me.

"Dominious..." I let off, thinking for a moment as I crossed my arms over my chest in thought. "They're our neighbors to the north west. "Feoh's Barony of Cauldona and Barony of Ironside are our only border provinces, if I recall correctly. They've rattled their saber's at us a lot, but that was always it. Empress Hilda von Harmon's getting up there in age, some... Ninety years old now? She's made threats of invasion, but never did much else. Something about lost territory."

"Yes, they claim they used to have Cauldona, Blackwell, Ironside and Ironheart as territories." She said, naming three baronies and a county. "Although their borders have only met ours once they conquered Tranka some five hundred years ago. They've been expansionist since the Emperor Uther von Helga united the country under military force some six hundred years ago. And almost every ruler since has either expanded territory or reinforced it. However between conflicts with Roxford, Camafran and Mongana they've been weakening over the last few years. Hilda kept things together for the past three decades and kept things from collapsing despite losing so much in troops, money and even some land during those wars. However we had reports come in; she died in her sleep some days ago."

"The Empress is dead?" Gregory said, setting Tiffany back on her feet, stepping in closer to us. "Then Prince Larion is on the throne?" He asked as Aurelia shook her head with a soft frown.

"No. There was a coup." She said as myself and Gregory looked at her in shock. Tiffany didn't; she was clearly aware of all of this. "Prince Larion survived, but his uncle Peter, sister Hilda the Second and aunt Salara have all claimed the right to rule and their collective forces have already begun to wage war. I'd gotten a report as I traveled; Hilda and Peter's forces are locked in battle in Fordon City and Larion's engaged his sister's second army in Hildaburg. Salara seems content to dig in for the time being. Larion still holds the capital, but Helgaburg's citizens are in an uproar and split between supporting the Prince and Hilda. Of course this report is six days old now, so who knows what's happened since then?"

"Damn... A big civil war, huh?" I let off, frowning as I crossed my arms. "I can see the worry." The four Dominous forces would be focused on each other, of course, but things could spill over into Eostia and if someone did something stupid it could cause all kinds of problems. Despite it's position, Dominious didn't need to deal with attacks from Garan; the Halcyon Mountain Range kept Garan's forces from attacking them directly. I imagined they never made a serious attempt to invade us because by taking over Feoh they'd have to deal with Garan which would be a pain in the ass for any nation to deal with.

"Indeed. And I am charged with going to the border and reinforcing our forces with a division of the Order, so off I need to be, but I've another problem. I am not in a position to leave Theophania alone, nor can I take her with me to what could become a front-line in a conflict." Aurelia said, sighing softly. I could see how Feoh could become a front-line; to all four of the local forces locked in civil war an invasion from Eostia of Dominious was highly unlikely. Even dismissing the High Queen's preferences towards peace we really could not afford to get involved in a war while dealing with Garan. However they might be worried about Eostia sending supplies or funding to one side or the other to tip the scales towards a preferred victor. However...

"Huh?" I let off, glancing back to the blonde haired girl who waved to me before I looked back to the older woman once more. "I mean I can't tell how old she is at a glance, but she must be fourteen at least. She's old enough to watch over herself, right?"

"She's eighteen." The female crusader let off with a smile. "But her age is not the issue. I will not give the full details, however she is an heir to a notable house and, while somewhat distant, could be an heir to the Barony of Albia, although her placement would be deep in the teens at best. However, her family's matriarch had attempted to have her killed when she was a babe. I adopted her not long after at the behest of a friend." She said. I nodded as I frowned; I got that from Observe but clearly it tied into a current problem. "Her Aunt is aware she lives. And I am aware she's not happy about it."

"You fear assassins?" I asked, crossing my arms as I tilted my head to one side.

"I have no proof that Lady Roxellia Ardon would hire one, nor have I heard of her people interacting with the underworld to find one. However, I know she keeps a watch on Theophania and I know she wishes my daughter's death. I would not be surprised if she was willing to hire a hitman to remove her as she still holds claim to House Ardon." She said, sighing. "I cannot leave her alone, so I must leave her with one I can trust. Gregory was one of my finest; there are fewer I trust more then he. And given the reputation of the Noxdecus family's abilities I would have her learn here and make use of herself while under their collective protection."

"Hmmhmm!" Theophania said nodded before speaking cheerfully. "I'm Theophania! But my friends call me Tiffany, or Tiff! I can use some healing magic and I can use summoning magic, so I can help!"

"The young lord has been taking jobs at the adventuring guild." Gregory boasted with a grin. "I am sure one more like her would be a good addition! What do you think, M'boy?"

"Hmm, well..." I let off, thinking for a moment. It was true that our little party, if you wanted to go by RPG terms, was damage heavy with good utility but we lacked a healer and a tank. While I questioned the need for a dedicated tank given the non-AI opponents we dealt with, something that could hold off opponents and soak damage could be useful and we did need a good healer; the forest battle's aftermath was proof of that. However as an Arcanist she could summon creatures we could use as a tank as well, making her a potential two-for-one. I liked the idea, but... "I can't in good faith take her along until I've seen what she can do. I don't doubt you that she can be of use, but I'm not just going to say yes because she's cute and Gregory's teacher is the one giving her the endorsement. No offense."

"None taken." Aurelia replied simply as Theo-err, Tiffany giggled and moved over towards the manor and with a levitation spell leaped up and flew to the roof just over the front door and...

"Ummm..." I could see up her skirt. She was going commando! No joke, I could see it all!

Yes, the carpets matched the drapes.

"Ha! Well then, I will challenge you to a contest of battle! Magic to magic, stave to blade!" Tiffany let off, pointed out to the sky as she grinned and posed with a joyful laugh.

"She... She knows she's flashing us, right?" I asked Aurelia, looking over to her as she shrugged.

"Oh she knows. She doesn't mind." The crusader replied with a wide smile. Even Gregory, sighing as he did, seemed to just accept that this is what she did.

"Yes, I Theophania Embercoat will prove my worth in honest combat!" The blonde let off, skirt fluttering in the breeze as she revealed her womanhood to all below... Before a soft roar sounded...

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

"...After lunch, if you don't mind." She added as I gave off a sigh as I face palmed.

"Sure, sure... Just... get down from there..."

[-]

After a short while we agreed to have our little duel that afternoon and I asked Gregory to look after them as guests. After lunch we went our own ways; the Embercoats to get ready for the duel and I had some paperwork to deal with in the office that had been put off due to fighting Mandeville and the visit to Wesland's grave. Miria had decided to assist me in the office and helped organize things while Makoto sipped tea at a side table. Speaking of, the subject of conversation was on how the battle for us all went. Miria had fought Brendon with Aeris at first before opposing archers intervened. My sister was on the back-foot after that, at least until Riri jumped in to help. Makoto offered her some sword training to help her deal with melee combat better, something I approved of heartily.

Makoto was mostly in a two on one situation for the most part until someone tried sneaking up on her. Makoto feigned ignorance of the on coming attack and when he tried to attack her she struck him down. One of her first two opponents fell next when he charged her in anger. All in all both acquitted themselves well. Then Miria brought up a question I didn't want to answer, but had to. "So, what are we going to do to punish the old fart?" She asked, referring to Mandeville. I looked up at her; she was leaning back into the window sill, her arms crossed. Makoto turned her head to me as she set her tea cup down. I sighed deeply and tried not to hang my head.

"Not much."

"Ex... Excuse me?" Miria let off, blinking wide eyed at me. Even Makoto seemed surprised.

"Look, if I could put the screws to the bastard I'd be bragging about it to you." I sighed, setting the quill into the ink well as I leaned back in my father's chair. "But it's not that easy. You know why we didn't run him down, right?"

"The problems Elddale would hammer us with." Miria let off. I nodded softly; House Noxdecus and House Blitzhaus were rivals for sometime, and my father and the current Count of Elddale, Arnold von Blitzhaus, hated each other. I didn't know the full reasons of why this was, just that it didn't start or end on the slavery issue, and that was an issue with them. We had a bandit problem some five years ago; bandits with surprisingly good weapons and armor. Weapons and armor that came from Elddale, we learned, but we couldn't identify the exact source... Officially, at least. Unofficially we knew it was arranged by Count Blitzhaus through his guard captain through a disposable corporal through a black market contact and through a smuggler...

"Yes, but it goes deeper then that." I said sighing. "Nobility in other slave provinces are close to him, not just Arnold von Blitzhaus, Elddale's Count." I added the last bit for Makoto's sake who nodded slightly in understanding. "And without proof beyond our word he can counter our point; claim Mandeville was visiting him. And even if we brought his guard's equipment as proof he could claim it could be of 'anyone's' guard, even our own." Miria huffed at me but didn't speak up. "On top of that there are slave supporting nobles, merchants and more inside of abolitionist territories who respect the man. The amount of business we could lose is tremendous; unless we could nail him right to the wall we'd feel the backlash. Hell even if we could prove he was evil incarnate we'd get backlash from his supporters."

"I was unaware Mandeville was so well connected!" Makoto said in surprise as I nodded.

"He is. I won't make it sound like he has fingers everywhere; he doesn't. But he's popular among the merchant class. Even those who dislike him aren't going to challenge him, at least not openly." I added. "Most of those who dislike him are the bulk of nobility who's not fond of foreign merchants investing so heavily into Eostia and most of the royalty. I'm sure father will work on doing something, but aside from passing the message down to those who are not his fans, well, we're limited in what we can do. At least, not without reprisal."

"...Fuck..." Miria said as I nodded.

"Good summery."

"I imagine your unwilling to deal with him with underhanded means then?" Makoto said, refilling her tea cup.

"Not going to risk that. Even if we cut his head off we'd be dealing with one of his sons after that; chip off the old block some of them." I said with a sigh. "For now, we need to be happy with what damage we did. It'll be months before he can make another overt move, and if he wants to do something underhanded, well, we'll deal with it when it comes time. That said I don't think he'll risk it, not with King Xerander on the throne."

"I imagine he rules Balanar then?" Makoto asked as I nodded. "Why would he not support Mandeville in this manner? Surely the king of a kingdom that endorses slavery as a normalcy would be willing to support him in some way, if he could."

"Normally, but politics plays in our favor here." I replied as she sipped her tea softly. "Balanar's economy is in a slump. It came out of a war with her southern neighbors recently and it could well reignite, there's been an ongoing famine in their south west and the abolitionist have been gaining support and can't just be quashed; not without causing undo unrest. King Xerander is currently courting Eostia because of that for trade of food, iron and stone to feed their people, forge weapons and repair their battlements. And our good High Queen isn't above to using these facts as leverage to slip a small wedge into their position of slavery and push for better rights for Balanar slaves, ending the trade of slaves between the Kingdom and Eostian slave territories and so on. Celestine has him over a bit of a barrel and while he's willing to look the other way a little bit if his trade routes come into danger because of someone's actions..."

"In short, the old fart isn't going to risk pissing off the King unless he can keep it on the down low, or at least can play it down." Miria finished as I nodded. "Can we use that to twist him up?"

"Maybe father can figure something out, but I don't see how. The issue is that both sides won't threaten the trade over a maid. Over an barony's heir, maybe, but we know Mandeville wasn't interested in my death; even if we claimed otherwise we have no proof beyond our word... And then Mandeville calls Blitzhaus in..."

"And this is why I hate politics." Miria said, sighing as she threw her hands up.

"I admit, it is a trickier occupation then I care for." Makoto added. "I do not envy your position. If anything, I respect your wisdom. But surely that wisdom can also ensure that Mandeville does not try to attempt an abduction a second time, or at least ensures he suffers if he does?"

"I'm working on it. Undermining his business ventures is the best way; but finding a good way to do that will take awhile." After all, the old fart didn't have anything invested in Mungale, at least none I knew of. It was possible he had something by proxy, but it was hard to tell. "I have a couple people looking around to get an assessment of his investments. Until then we have to busy ourselves with other things."

"Like Tiffany?" Miria let off as I nodded as I moved back to looking over papers and scribbling writings or signatures onto them. "By the sounds of it she has some pep in her, if nothing else."

"Yeah, among other things. I mean how many girls these days go without panties?" I let off as Makoto, unexpectedly, blushed.

"I have had to, umm, make do for a few stretches on my journey." She admitted, coughing into her hand. "Although I do prefer having them on, yes."

Myself and Miria gave her a long look under which she squirmed before my sister spoke up. "Anyway, I can't wait to see what she can do." She said as I nodded and redirected my thoughts.

What I knew of summoning as an art was that it's biggest upsides was that you could make a mana based creature to fit any role and any aesthetic you wanted. From skeletons and monstrosities to angels and unicorns, to living objects and so on you could make whatever you wanted. Wanted something to defend you? Make something with a shield and sword. Want an all out attacker? Dual weapons. Want a long ranged attacker? Archer or some energy spitting beast could be made. There were limitations of course.

One, the user's imagination. I could come up with, say, a Gundam if I could use summoning but if you couldn't imagine it then no dice.

Two, mana power. The stronger your magical ability the more powerful a construct you could make. A weak caster would make something weak, a stronger caster could make something that was a real threat.

Three, mana capacity was another limit. The creature would use magic simply by existing after all and the more mana that was put into it the longer it would last.

Four, it was a low intelligent creature if left on it's own. It could be pre-programmed to do things on it's own of course, but it would still be kinda dumb. Of course it's user could mentally direct it negating that issue, but that meant the user always had to pay attention to what the construct was doing.

And five, once summoned it had a link to the user that pulled mana to help sustain itself longer and maintain the mental link. It mean the summoner would take longer to draw mana for their own spells and weaken their personal spells while it was summoned.

That said I was curious of how fighting an Arcanist would really go; summoning had some limits but I was eager to see how potent the upsides were.

[-]

The training room had a fair bit of people gathered about to watch the coming match. Miria, Aeris, Riri, Sora, Makoto and Gregory were all there of course. Aurelia was there as well, that was a no brainier. Serra was also present, which was a surprise to me.

Beyond that, about a dozen of the guards including Kelly and a dozen and a half of the maids were also watching. Aeris moved over to a small pedestal near the wall and set her hands to it. A barrier rose up around the sparring area. Inside of it I was standing on one side; training sword in one hand and my armor on my body. On the other side Tiffany stood as she spun her stave once and pulled out a spell book into her left hand from her pouch.

Spell Books might seem an odd choice for a weapon, but it had it's uses. They were expensive, as in a basic one would cost the same as a good weapon and some basic armor. They didn't have magical spells to look up in them, rather they stored magical spells to use later; like one of the D and D wizards or sorcerers I think. You had to spend the mana to imprint them, and it was inefficient to do so but you could instantly cast the spell. However there were limitations; each spell only had a limited amount of mana that could be infused, there was only so complicated a spell you could add, and so on. But the more complicated the spell the more power it could hold.

This meant that summoned creatures were the strongest spells one could store in a spell book. Given what I could see of her book she could hold two or three summoning spells in it to quick cast. That meant she could quickly summon a creature, but it wouldn't be as strong if she created it from scratch... But that would take her most of a minute, so it was easy to see why she'd rely on the book.

Gregory moved to the middle on the outside of the barrier looking to us. "Ready? Ready?" He asked us. We both nodded, as he lifted a hand up then chopped it downwards. "Begin!"

My vision flashed at zoomed in on her legs, panning upwards (And seeing her bare ass) before focusing on her head and chest as she winked. "I'm going to have fun with this!" She let off as the camera view panned back to show off her full body.

_Summoner of the Sweet_
Theophania 'Tiffany'
Embercoat

A flash and my vision returned to normal as she lifted her open book up, the pages glowing before mana poured out and condensed into a white ball before her, shining bright before turning into...

Umm... A care bear. No, seriously.

It looked like a four foot tall teddy bear with three fingers and a thumb on both hands colored with orange mana. On it's belly was a yellow, smiling sun. It's face was smiling and cheerful looking and it looked like something a little girl would cuddle with...

Save the white mana condensed into a sword and shield, with said shield having the same smiling sun on the front. And the sword also had a smiling face on the pommel of the blade. Yeah, it was gonna be one of those days...

Observe told me the construct was named Teddy Knight Bear, it was level three and was made out of arcane energy. I clicked my tongue as I moved the training sword to my off hand, holding it under the guard upside down as I drew the Unicorn's Horn; I wouldn't use the live sword on Tiffany herself of course, but her construct was another story. I thought it was a good idea to test her construct first and used Piercing Strike to rush in and attack first. The bear blocked with it's shield and slid back slightly before pushing back. It swung it's blade and I stepped back from it and kicked it in it's face, knocking it over. It rolled over it's head and stood up, unharmed.

It charged in with a swing and I jumped back, flipping my rapier into a reverse grip, concentrating mana into the gem at the rapier's pommel before blasting out with a Scatter Shot. I guided the bolts in an arc, slamming several into the bear and rest bypassed it and went towards Tiffany who held her stave out. A light blue colored barrier rose before her and the rest of the bolts struck it. It's color dimmed, but otherwise the shield held. The care bear charged once more as I waited for it. Finally as it closed in I jumped over it's head with a front flip, landing behind it as I used Adrenaline Rush and Reflex Boost in combination and rammed my blade back into the spine of the bear. It punched through it and made it dissipate. Tiffany yelped and used her book a second time as I charged now, mana exiting her tome.

As I closed in her second beast started to take shape; a tiny, pink cupid like angel with an bow... That I used Gale Burst on. The wind spell slammed into the tiny thing and sent it sailing back towards Tiffany's head who leaned back, pulled a Matrix style dodge while aiming her spell book at me... Before firing off her own spell; some holy one by the golden light. It took the shape of a hammer and hit me in the chest before I could react, sending me flying back some eight feet. I rolled over to my front, casting minor heal as I tried to shake off the impact.

Yeah, I didn't see that coming. I got back to my feet and was forced to duck another holy spell (Hammer of Smite, I'd later learn), cast from her stave. I charged another spell, waiting for her. She sent her cherub at me (Love's Angel, Observe told me) which had cracks over it's pink skin and white wings. I aimed at the cupid as I cast my spell and as it started to dodge I changed targets and sent an Arctic Orb to Tiffany's feet. She yelped as the spell's impact froze the floor and she slipped, landing on her ass (And flashing me her bare groin) and dropping her book. The summoned creature moved to attack, but it came at a straight line; Tiffany was distracted and not directing it now as it notched an arrow. I followed with a Piercing Strike and it didn't dodge, my blade running right through it. With the second beast destroyed I used Reflex Boost a second time to close in and as soon I was in range casted another Gale Burst. Tiffany had used levitation to get off the floor and dodged, but I was aiming for her book, knocking it away and to the edge of the area. She pouted and started to cast another Hammer of Smite. She sent it to the floor at my feet, likely trying to trip me up as I jumped back.

I sheathed my rapier and took the training sword into my dominant hand properly and jumped up, using levitation to meet her in the air. She tried to cast a spell, but abandoned it and blocked with her stave. I used my own spell to force us down to our feet and started to use my size and strength to press her back only for her to spin away and aim her stave to the back of my knee. I, too, was turning as soon as the resistance ended so she missed, but she swung the butt of her weapon up and caught my shoulder with a stiff hit. I shrugged it off and resumed my attack, locking weapons once more.

She grunted, but rather then let the fight carry on any longer I channeled my own mana and let it out... Of my foot. A weak, point blank Arctic Orb froze the ground and the bottom part of my boot, making her slip a second time onto her back. Before she could respond I set the training weapon to her neck. She looked up at me and groaned, laying back fully, limbs splayed in defeat. "Yield." She said softly.

[Defeated List]
Theophania 'Tiffay' Embercoat=330XP x 1.5 Yield Bonus=495
Gain 495XP Total

I smiled down to her, pulling the weapon aside and extending my other hand. A softer fireball from my foot melted the ice (And was soft enough that there was little force and just a bit of heat) and with my hand, helped her up. The people watching gave us an applause as she sighed softly. "You fight pretty well." I told her as she shut one eye, pouting up to me.

"Muhhhhhhh, you're not like most guys... They didn't take my summons seriously..." She let off. I have to imagine that such disarming looking summons was meant to get someone off their game. I mean it's Video Game logic one-oh-one; if it's a boss fight and it looks easy then it'll get hard, soon. Aurelia stepped up to her, hand grabbing Tiffany by her shoulder.

"You can't rely on your foe underestimating you all the time, My Dear. But you did well." She told her daughter, smiling. "You gave a good fight to someone with more experience then you in combat. There's no shame in losing to someone like that." I nodded, smiling as I looked to my usual party assembling nearby.

"Well girls? Thoughts?" I asked them.

"Well, I think those constructs could be useful... She'll be handy to have." Riri said, smoothing her apron down, nodding once.

"Some magical variety is always welcome, and I have questions on how summoning works..." Aeris let off, toying with a lock of her hair.

"We can train together and make you a better staff fighter. That would help some, I think." Makoto added, nodding once with her arms crossed.

"Oh yeah, I think she'll be an awesome fit. Can't wait to see what else she can come up with!" Miria added with a thumbs up.

"Well then, if Tiffany wants to come along our guild jobs then along she'll come." I said, grinning with a nod. "Of course, I'll be stuck in the manor for awhile longer, so it'll be just you girls for a bit."

"Oh relax, we'll be fine." My sister added with a laugh. "We'll get her teeth cut before you rejoin us, just wait and see!"

[-]

Dinner was wonderful that night. Sora had gotten quarters ready for Tiffany to settle into and Aurelia unloaded what things the blonde brought with her from the horse's saddlebags. I had gotten a hold of my father after dinner and told him what was going on. He and my mother agreed that keeping Tiffany here for a while was a good idea and Saxon expressed a desire to meet her soon.

Once we were done talking I set back to my little project in my room. I'd finish it not long after, but it would take trial and error to adjust it. I'd spend some of the next day adjusting it as needed.

Once done I sighed, got up and changed to a set of simple pants and an undershirt before glancing up at the shelf; I had Prim's birthday gift there, waiting and ready to go. It was still unusual that this weird RPG System I was slipped into gave me so many memories I'd never lived, yet it felt as if I lived them. Looking back at the part of my life I didn't live all the decisions I made I could understand making, even the mistakes I'd have made.

Especially the mistakes I'd have made.

But also I seemed to have tried to have done good, at least as I could. Riri's rescue was top on that list, Prim's not far behind. I didn't understand how it worked in the slightest and in the end all I could do was toss my hands up, say 'a god did it' and leave it at that. And as I thought on that note I wondered; why? Not why me; I felt like I was a random person turned into a chosen one by some god saying 'he'll do, I guess'. No that's not what I mean.

I mean why this world? Why this over-sexualized world? What was I expected to do? How was I expected to end the Garanian conflict? What am I saving this world from? And why am I needed to fix it? Why couldn't someone here do it? It's still better then being dead, make no mistake about it and I'm grateful for a second life, but I can't help that I'm asking questions I could answer if I just knew one thing, or had a slightly different way of looking at things.

Maybe I should just put it out of my mind for now...

If my thoughts would steer back there the knock on my door would keep it from doing it for the rest of the night. "Enter." I called out, turning towards the door. I was used to Riri, Sora or even Miria stepped in to 'visit' me in the evening, but it was none of them; it was Aurelia. She had all of her armor off and was dressed, umm, down. Well, what could be conspired dressed down by someone who I first met in bikini armor. By this I mean... She wore a blue thong with a thin, side-tie strap, a bikini top with the tie at the front and an open cloak that was red in color and hung to her knees.

At this point I would find it unsurprising if I came across some warrior woman who had just said 'fuck it' and just strode around in the buff and forwent any kind of clothing. I mean I'd seen some girls who might have well been in the nude.

"Aurelia, what can I do for you this evening?" I greeted, smiling as I moved to stand before her, gesturing to a small table. "I can make some tea quickly, if you want." I offered as she smiled softly as looked me over before shaking her head.

"I've come in search of something... Sweeter..." She said, smiling, almost smirking really, at me with a set of half lidded eyes as she stepped into me, reaching out with her hands as she set them on my arms, softly feeling up my biceps.

"Ummm...?"

"Such a handsome young man you are..." She cooed, smiling up to me. My eyes glanced down to her generous cleavage; her top pushing her breasts together firmly. My eyes lifted back up to her face as she spoke once more. "Girls around here must be tripping over themselves to service you I bet? I bet you have your choice of maids to warm your bed..." She said, stepping in until her breasts were nearly pressed to my chest as I leaned back slightly. "How many of these girls have you laid with?" She said, smiling as she leaned in to match my lean back.

"Um... A number..." I let off, blushing softly as I took a half step back and straightened up to look her in the eye. She stepped in once more, but not quite as close. Good lord, this woman was forwards. She gave a soft chuckle to me and I could feel my cock stiffen.

"I'm sure. Hmm? Trying to be modest, or do you know a little restraint?" She giggled and reached to her hips, tugging at the strings by them, pulling the knots loose. She pulled her bottoms off fully before letting them fall to the floor. "Still..." She let off, pulling on the knot in her top now, pulling it off her shoulders and behind her, letting it fall to the floor. "Those you fucked before are girls." She said, pulling her cloak loose last, letting it fall. "But I can see you've never had a real woman lay claim to you..."

I took a step back to both get a better look and maybe calm my burning blood down but she merely grabbed me by the front of my pants and pulled on them, jerking me into her, my hands landing on her shoulders, gripping them softly as her other hand moved around my waist. I gulped, dick fully hard. Her yank had let it rise up, free of my pants and slap up into my abs, now trapped under said pants as she let it go, her finger and thumb right next to the shaft.

"I've barley done a thing, but you are so big and hard..." She teased me, giggling. Her nipples were stiff as well, I could feel them through my shirt. "What I will do to you will not be making love. It will not be sex. It will not be fucking." She whispered huskily as she pushed my pants down enough to let them drop to the floor before moving to grab the bottom of my shirt before pulling it over my head, my arms lifting up to let her get it off easier. "It will be... Claiming."

I... Well, something about this didn't let me resist.

She turned, hips swaying in a way to draw my eyes to them as she walked to the window, slowly pulling the blinds closed. She giggled once more, moving off to my bed, standing before it as I turned to face her. "Of course, I won't claim you by force... Tell me to leave I shall leave... But we both know you're willing. So. Come. Come and move to both knees before me.

I gulped and walked over to her, wanting to say something... Something, but words didn't come for a moment. Finally I got something out. "Aurelia, I-"

"Hush." She set setting a finger to my lips. "You may call me 'Your Lady' for the moment, James." She said, moving that finger to my shoulder, pushing down softly. Really, it was barley enough force to dislodge a fly, but I still dropped to my knees slowly. Her pussy was capped with a soft crown of silver pubic hair; nothing thick or heavy but rather soft and feminine looking. She stepped in, her hand moving to the back of my neck. "Service me..." Her voice was gentle and soft. Not firm in the least, and not at all demanding. By the tone it was as if I didn't need to... Yet, it felt like I should.

I kissed her lower lips, hands resting on the sides of her thighs before licking up tentatively into her sex. My hands slid up a bit as I pressed my nose into her stiff clit for a moment before moving my mouth up to lick at it directly, poking it with the tip of my tongue. Looking up to her face, eyes meeting, I started to softly swirl my tongue about her clit slowly before giving it a soft flick, getting a small squeal from her. She panted softly, rocking her hips into my mouth as I finally wrapped my lips, suckling softly on it. She shivered over her as my hands held her ass softly, her hips rocking softly into my mouth.

"Yes, taste my pussy, taste a real woman's pussy..." She hissed out over me, shivering a bit more, hand pushing on the back of my head as if to push my mouth further onto her sex. I bobbed my lips slightly as I suckled on her clit, my hands moving up and back to cup her ass; it was firm with just a hint of plush to it as I gave it a long, gentle squeeze. She moaned softly, grinding herself into my lips as I shook them softly side to side. She mewled out softly as she smiled to me. "Yes, yes... Gods, studs like you are so worth laying claim to in bed because of this..."

She stepped in, setting her feet to my sides now, making me lean back a bit as my head tilted a bit as I suckled firmer as she moaned out deeply, shivering for a moment over me before she finally came; her juices squirting down onto my lips and chin softly, coating my lower face as some of the oddly sweet liquid spilled into my lips. Finally she pushed my mouth back softly as she looked down at me, smiling confidently (With good reason, I'd say) as she her eyes half shut in their own little smiles. "Lay down on the bed for me now... It's time I returned the favor..."

[-]

"That's unusual..." Anncastel said, looking at the scene, blinking for a moment as she stood at the well. Benterra (Pants full of a hard-on) watched behind her. "Isn't he meant to be immune to effects like hers?" She said pointing to one of her Traits that James was unable to see.

Aura of Sexual Command
If your Position rating is higher then 80 then all sexual partners 10 levels or lower feel an increased level of submission towards you in sexual situation.

"His Avatar of the Gamer should render him immune to control abilities and effects!" She added, huffing as Benterra thought it over. "I don't understand it! This shouldn't happen! I can tell she's effecting him with her Aura trait, even though she really shouldn't be!"

"Hmm... I'm sure why either... Unless..." Benterra mused for a moment before his eyes started to widen. "Ooooooh, I think I know what might be going on..."

"Huh? What is it?" She asked, as Benterra rubbed the back of his head with one hand, waving his other at the well.

Avatar of the Gamer
Your body and mind are those of an RPG character. You can access the Menu. You fully heal and regain mana after resting for six hours or more. You are immune to any mental based attacks and control abilities

"So, here's the question. Do Traits count as Abilities under the RPG-3X System?" Benterra said looking over to her. "If the answer is no then it is possible that this could effect him." Anncastel looked at him with wide eyes, before biting her lip. "Needless to say a situation like this is more or less harmless, overall, but if something like this were to happen in combat..."

"Can you fix this?" Anncastel asked seriously as Benterra nodded.

"Yeah. Just need to slip in a patch after this. I'll make it so he resists such opposing traits by ten percent per level. He's mostly there already, so he should just blame it on the ten percent if he looks at it after this."

"Good. This is harmless, but if we made any other oversights..."

"I'll double check things, just in case..."

[-]

Aurelia had directed me to lay down on my back on the bed, hands behind my head, legs parted and I had followed her directions. She laid one arm over my abs, leaning on them softly as she stroked me off; one hand on my shaft, moving up and down slowly and firmly, her tongue lashing at my cockhead as I groaned under her. Her other hand softly toyed with my balls, squeezing and relaxing her fingers softly, rolling them about in her palm. Finally she locked her lips around my tip and gave a firm suck. I gasped, hips rocking up as I shivered... Only for her to slap my inner thigh firmly, pulling her mouth off. "Ah, ah... Control yourself... Keep your body flat." She said hand moving back to my balls and giving a slightly uncomfortable, but not painful, squeeze.

"Ah, s-sorry Au, err, My Lady... You're just really good at this..." I replied, pushing my hips down to the bed. It was hard not to reach out and push her lips down my cock, but somehow I managed to not try and choke her with my cock.

"Of course I am, young man. But I expect control." Her voice was firm but still gentle as she moved back to lash her tongue over my cock. "Oh, and before I forget... You do not have permission to cum until I allow it."

"B-but, My Lady..."

"Shush." She said, kissing the tip of my cock. "I promise, by tomorrow you'll desire me far more upon our next encounter." She said, stroking my dick, thumb brushing over the tip as I shivered under her. "He, he, I imagine when you see me off tomorrow you'll need to adjust your pants..." She let off, as I felt her breath over my sensitive tip, more sensitive then normal even. "When next we met your cock will stiffen. Your knees will shake. Your mouth will go dry as you recall all we did. And when in private you'll be on your knees without so much as a word."

"D-do you always, ahh, talk so much in bed?" I let off, shivering, fighting the urge to buck my hips up as I tried to not cum; given what she was doing to me that was a hell of a challenge. She gave a off a soft, husky laugh as she set a finger over my cockhead, rubbing it back and forth over the slit and making me shiver harder.

"Come now, surely you can tell that sex is as much about mental stimulation as well as it is physical stimulation." She said, grinding her finger down a little firmer, making me hiss out in delight and gasp in utter pleasure. "By steering your imagination along I can make this all the sweeter... And I bet none of those girls has ever taken command of you in bed like this, hmm?"

She was right there, to a point. Sure, some of the girls were insistent but aside from Kara none have ever taken the reigns and took command in bed and even then Kara and Aurelia were very different in how they went about it; Kara's sex was insistent, lustful and animalistic. She saw it as a means to get laid and blow off stress. By contrast, Aurelia was firm, confident and mature in her approach. "Oh fuck..." I let off, shivering deeper under her, my cock twitching softly as I managed to keep control.

"I'll take that as a no." She let off, sounding amused as she moved her finger, leaning her head down and softly pulling my cock into her mouth sucking firm and hard, making me gasp out. I managed to not rock my hips up, but my lower half stiff trembled. I shivered under her as her hands moved off my balls and down between my ass cheeks. It took a moment to realize what she was doing as she slipped a finger over the crack until she pressed down on my anus like it was a button, not pushing her finger in yet, just toying with me.

"Ahh! M-my Lady, no one has ever-"

"Of course not." She said slipping her lips off for a moment. "But you'd be surprised what the right touch in there can do for you..." She said, slowly sinking her finger down into my ass as I gasped out. I wanted to say something, but nothing came to dissuade her as her finger pushed in. I was aware of what the prostate could do when stimulated but this was the first time feeling it and damn it was... weird. Good, but weird. I shivered harder, trying to relax as my cock twitched.

"Ahh, oh damn... I can't hold..." I tried to say 'I can't hold out much longer' but I needed to focus on not cumming then and there as she sucked me deeper and her finger pressed on just the right spot. Finally she giggled and slipped her lips off me, moving to lean over me on a hand and her knees, her finger still hitting the spots in my ass.

"Well now, you seem all ready for me now... Cum." I tried to resist a bit longer but my quivering dick gave up on me and shot a load full of thick, heavy cream... onto my own abs and chest, splattering across my body with one glob landing under my chin. The whole time my body was shivering as I just rode the pleasure and delight. At the end of it I was left panting and groaning with my dick moving down to half mast.

A reminder, I was able to fuck four women at once and not flag for long during it. This was orgasm number one and it was at half mast. Fuck. And then a felt a potent healing spell washing over me, sending my cock to full hardness once more as the woman giggled over me. I never felt scared during any of my sexual encounters before, even with Kara's needy fucking, but Aurelia was something very different.

Worse, it wasn't a bad kind of scared, if that made any sense. More like that sense of controlled dread at the top of a massive roller-coaster. She pushed my legs up and towards my chest, pressing down firmly. Once my knees touched my chest with little discomfort she was very pleased and moved over me with her feet outside of my hips. With one hand she lifted up my cock as she lowered her pussy to it, giggling. "Not many men have been in this position. Some call it reverse missionary. Others the reverse mating press. But I prefer... The Amazon Position." She said as she pushed her slit down over my cock and pressed down firmly until she bottomed out, sitting on my ass.

And yes, a reverse mating press was a good name for it. I groaned, surprised at how tight she felt, shivering under her as my hands moved to grab at her upper arms as she smirked and started to rock her hips down onto mine. Worse, her control was perfect; squeezing on my cock as she pulled up, relaxing as she pushed down. Her hands were on the inside of my knees at the start but she soon leaned over and set them to my shoulders as she slammed down roughly onto me.

"Mmm, you like this huh? Even if it seems contradictory to all you've done before? Pinned under a woman, unable to move much? Must be so awkward for you..." She wasn't wrong. Even when a girl was on top of me before I could thrust my hips, grab their hips or breasts, something, but here? My hips couldn't move much, not meaningfully anyway. And even if I wanted to I don't think I could get her off of me. I moved my hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them to have some form of control. She giggled and pushed her chest down into my hands for a moment, letting me feel her up... Before grabbing my wrists and pinning them over my head.

"Ahh, My Lady!" I let off, squirming under her as she giggled.

"Naughty boy... No touching without permission." She teased me. Damn.

I was forced to just take her pussy, her ass slapping down on my own as she moaned over me, but her moan was husky, throaty and clearly in control. She panted softly over me as she picked up her pace. "He he he, I can tell you're close... It's okay... You can shoot all you want now, as long as you let my pussy claim all of your thick seed. My womb will eat it all up and swallow it, consuming the most male thing you have to offer."

Oh fuck me...

My cock quivered in her pussy as it fired it's second load, this one right up into her sex as I moaned out loud, shivering under her. I could feel her quiver a bit, a controlled mewl coming from her lips; she had come as well. Well, I had that going for me at least...

I was panting hard under her, shivering as I groaned. Holy crap, those were the two hardest shots my cock ever gave out... Holy crap...

Of course she set another healing spell onto my groin. "We're not done yet!" She added in a sing song voice.

Oh my god...

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"Mmmmm, these pastries are so good!" Tiffany let off as she bit into a cream filled eclair that was coated on the top with a caramel glaze. On a table before her was several other likewise treats filled or coated with cream, chocolate, caramel and other sweet tasting things.

Miria had made the call that since Tiffany would be joining their little adventuring party and that since James was going to be busy for the near future in the manor it would be a good idea to get to know their new teammate. As such they had gathered at a room near the top of the keep that boasted a small balcony looking out towards the town. It was simple, cozy and relaxing with a good view and out of the way of the guards at the very top of the keep.

Despite being off duty Riri was pouring tea and being of service (Even if she was dragged into sitting down and relaxing for a bit) and at that moment heating up another pot of tea. Makoto was seated cross legged on a couch at the wall of one room with a coffee table before her, away from the table Miria and Tiffany were seated at. Aeris was seated across from her fellow magic user, her staff floating next to her as it usually did.

For the most part the five girls had chatted about their lives until that point, life in the manor, life near Argon City, work in the Adventuring Guild and more. They had spent just under an hour talking and chatting about various things. And thus, after Tiffany brought up the taste of the pastries she steered the talk in a new direction. "So, there is something important I need to ask." She said as Riri brought the tea pot over, refilling each cup starting with Makoto's, set on the coffee table, then the others at the main table. She set the pot down and sat in her seat.

"Oh, and what is that?" Aeris let off, smelling her tea softly before sipped at it, glad to have another magic user around to talk with about spells.

"How big is James' cock?" Tiffany let off in a casual manner; as if asking how the weather was.

Aeris managed to turn her head to the side before doing her spit take, blushing as she did. Makoto blushed as she turned her head to stare at the blonde. Riri nearly pushing an entire doughnut into her tea before pulling it out with her own blush. All three looked at her wide eyed.

By contrast Miria just raised a single eyebrow. "Casting the Heldbec Curse, huh?" She let off, lazily as she licked a bit of cream off her finger.

"Er, Heldbec Curse?" Makoto asked, wanting to steer conversation away from... That.

"It's when two or more girls are talking about anything that does not have to do with men or anything to do with the male gender or a particular male appendage and then one of the girls, for whatever reason, just turns the conversation to a man, often with no warning whatsoever." Miria said adding a small bit of honey to her tea for a moment. "Mom likes books written by the woman and it's her little trope. A group of girls talking all serious about something and then someone goes 'So about that guy'." She added before sipping her drink.

"Annnnd you know this because..?" Aeris asked her, her own eyebrow raising up as Miria finally, if faintly, blushed.

"Ah, she, um, leaves her books open now and then on the table."

"Uh huh..." The elf let off in a doubtful tone.

"So how big is it?" All four of the other girls looked over to Tiffany once more as she looked back. "Well?"

"...Pretty big." Miria finally said as she sipped her drink once more. She shrugged as all eyes turned to her now.

"You fucked your brother!?" Aeris let off, gawking at her.

"Adopted brother." Miria reminded her with a flat look. "Besides, you think I'm the only one here who's banged him?"

"Oh, Sora sleeps around that's no secr... wait..." Aeris let off before looking over to Riri who blushed softly before shrugging herself. "...W-well, at least as his maid th-that's proper, and-"

"Yeah, yeah, you're a virgin, we get it." Miria let off, sipping her drink once more. "No big deal."

"Well I'm sure I'm not the only one, right?" Aeris let off, huffing as Tiffany shook her head.

"Hmm, I had like five sex friends before coming here." She said as Aeris huffed.

"Well I can count on Makoto for maintaining her virtue for longer then a-"

"I am not a virgin either, sorry." Makoto said as Aeris looked to her, eyes wide in shock. "It is the tradition, in Mizutaku, for a girl to lay with a teacher of hers when she turns thirteen years of age. It is the only time I've laid with someone, but am I no virgin." Aeris gawked at her as the swordswoman looked back at her calmly. "It got better as it went on, but yes, it does hurt at the start. Tatsuya-Sensei was a gentle lover though."

Aeris looked about the room before sighing and setting her hands onto her face, resting her elbows onto the table. "...You're all sluts..." She let off into her hands.

"No, you're a prude." Miria said reaching over and patting her shoulder softly. "But we still love you."

"Now that our virginal status has been discussed..." Makoto let off, sighing softly. "Why, Tiffany, were you asking about James'... Dick?"

"Oh, well it's just I know mother was off to pay him a visit, and I figured if she was going for some fun I wanted to know how much she was getting, that's all." Tiffany explained with a soft smile on her lips.

"...I didn't think of her as the sort to offer herself to a lord in such a manner." Makoto let off, blinking.

"Oh, I wouldn't say she's offering herself, persay..."

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"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." I gasped out, moaning as Aurelia's pussy squeezed me for all I was worth. She had switched position with me on my side, one leg on the bed, the other up on her shoulder, held by both her hands. My cock was in her as she straddled my thigh, rocking her hips at a firm, consistent, rough pace. I grabbed the sheets under me, shivering as she fucked me, and make no doubt about it that she was fucking me.

I had cum four times already and she wasn't slowing down in the least! I groaned out, shivering under her further. "Not used to taking it, hmm?" She playfully said, her hips rocking as she smacked my pelvis with her own, making me pant under her as I groaned deeper.

I mean... She wasn't wrong...

I was panting under her as she thrust her hips, both of us moaning but mine louder as she rocked herself down harder and harder. One of her hands dropped off and swung, smacking my ass, making me yelp out and jerk my hips. I gasped a moment later, shivering and failed to hold back, my balls squeezing down as I pumped cum up into her as I came under her. "Ahhhhh!" I let off as she giggled, her hand returning to my leg, the other hand moving to my groin to cast a healing spell and revitalize my dick before it could even soften.

"I wonder if you'll have any cum in those balls by this time tomorrow?" She teased as she started to rock her hips once more. My semen was leaking from her pussy; proof positive of how much I'd dumped into her, although she'd likely claim she pulled it from me. It was hard not to argue with that. She leaned over a bit more, adjusting her hips, now less thrusting and more dropping up and down my cock as the bed creaked, making me pant harder and harder. "After my pussy is done swallowing it all..."

I groaned out and shivered once more, trying to hold it in... And failed, my cock shooting another load up into her pussy which was now overflowing... I wasn't really able to keep myself contained under her like this as I felt her cum as well, milking my dick as she moaned deeply over me, shivering a bit... I was left panting, coated in sweat and with my cock feeling as sore as my eight girl marathon day. Finally she pulled off my dick and pushed my leg to the side and moved to lay behind me, pulling me into a spoon as she kissed the back of my neck. She giggled into my ear. "Sleep now, sweet lord... Sleep and dream of all I have done, and all I can do to you." She let off as she hugged me tighter to her.

Indeed, I did finally sleep after not long after...

[Fucked List]
Aurelia Embercoat=100xp x 5 First Time Bonus=500xp
Gain 500xp Total

Achievement Unlocked: MILF Hunter
You banged a mother! Nice!

Achievement Unlocked: On Your Knees
Allow yourself to be sexually dominated

Title Unlocked: Dark Horse of Eostia
You've Killed One or More People at Least 15 Levels Above your Own and Fucked One or More People at Least 15 Levels Above Your Own
+1 to All Damage. +2 Damage to All Foes at least 4 Levels Over your own. +20% XP to All Non-Quest Rewards

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I would wake up alone the next morning, note the new title I had unlocked and swapped to it. Given it's power I think it would be a huge bonus in the coming days.

After breakfast Aurelia had taken her leave of the manor. She once more kissed the back of my knuckles and I blushed from the action, but only lightly, as if I had a bit better control then I expected of myself. She would mount her horse and leave us, riding off to Feoh and the border with Dominious. I could only imagine how hard running a kingdom was and juggling so many needs and concerns. I did not envy Celestine in the least...

Tiffany would join the other girls for guild jobs for the day after Aurelia had left. Meanwhile I was stuck working in the manor on paperwork. But in my spare time I had finished off a project, I just needed to test it in the kitchen and adjust it...

Two bad batches later I was adding batch three in. The contraption was a wooden bucket with a slightly smaller metal bucket in it. Between the two buckets were a few, small spell stones and a steel ring to contain the air between the two buckets. A bar dropped over the bucket with a mixing attachment on it with a single spell stone at the top. It was an old, classic ice cream maker; although with some twists to add magic to the mix.

Before I arrived in Eostia me and my original mother had a tradition each summer; we'd break out her grandmother's old ice cream maker and make our own ice cream each and every Sunday. We'd get the cream, sugar and and milk, mix them, heat them just enough to dissolve the sugar and put it in. Mix with ice between the buckets and we were good to go.

I had, of course, added some enchantments in to make it easier. And possible, given the lack of readily available ice. The spell stone on the mixer would churn the mix for me, sparing my arm from a lot of mixing. The stones inside the bucket would cool the air between the two to make it cold enough to create ice cream with the steel ring between the two at the top of the two buckets keeping the cold air inside; a substitute for the ice. My issue for the starting batches were I hadn't made the bucket cold enough and the mixer was too powerful. I made the adjustments and soon a cute maid with short, brown hair was bringing the ice cream mix over.

Two of maids, Regina Brown and Ur'Akara had decided they would help with whatever I was doing. The former was about five nine with dusky brown skin, red eyes and feathered, messy light brown hair. She also had some nice thighs to her. Her one downside was that she had a bad case of resting bitch face, but she wasn't a bitch at all; maybe a bit too serious is all.

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Name: Regina Brown
Title: Serious Maid of Noxdecus Manor
Class: Maid
Level: 3
Alignment: Friendly
Reputation: 55
Status: Healthy, Curious

Romance Rating: 83
Corruption Rating: 7

Known Traits

[Honest Maid] A maid that will tell you what she thinks, as she thinks it. +2 to Wil
[Sensitive Peaks] Your breasts are more sensitive then normal. Anyone playing with your breasts gains +5 to Ple while doing so
[Merchant Mind] You know how the economy works, at least to a point. You can barter for better pricing when buying and selling, up to 7%

Hailing from a family of merchants in the Barony of Caul she was poised to become the heir to their business until she found out that her father was starting to go into the Slave Trade. Refusing to have anything to do with slavery she was disowned and narrowly avoided becoming a slave herself, escaping to the Barony of Smol. She decided to flee further to Mungale and found a job as a tavern wench before becoming a maid at Noxdecus Manor.

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Ur'Akara, by contrast, was a Catalan, stood shorter then Regina at five foot three and was, by my estimation, a large A-Cup. She bore dark purple eyes and light blue hair which included her ears and tail. She looked rather childish, despite being twenty two years old.

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Name: Ur'Akara
Title: Maid From the Tribe of Ur
Class: Maid/Wildman
Level: 5
Alignment: Friendly
Reputation: 52
Status: Healthy, Happy

Romance Rating: 88
Corruption Rating: 13

Known Traits

[Ooh, Shiny!] Your attention is sometimes pulled away by some interesting curiosity. Perception is lowered when fixated on such a curiosity
[Spread Joy] Whenever your happy it seems contagious. Increased positivity to those around you when in a good mood
[Improvised Weapon] You're not trained in every weapon out there, but you can still use it! Can use any weapon at a base level. In addition can use anything as a weapon at a base level

A member of the Ur Tribe, Ur'Akara decided at the age of fifteen that she wanted to see the world and bring back to her people it's wisdom and understanding. Starting as a mercenary for hire she found herself traveling across Eostia until arriving in Mungale and hearing that a Catalan had been adopted into a noble house. Curious she decided to investigate and took a maid job to get closer to this girl and learn her story. For her own reasons she decided to remain a maid, even after her curiosity was satisfied, as Miria Noxdecus' personal maid.

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Both of them were wondering what I was making and all I told them was I was trying an idea I had in a dream; a better explanation then any other I could come up with, to be frank. They had chatted with each other as the cream was churned about for about twenty minutes. I was, of course, dragged into their conversations even if I was happy enough just listening in. Regina was talking about extra work she could do in the manor while Ur'Akara was asking about any game I saw on my guild jobs that she could hunt.

Finally the ice cream maker turned itself off and I pulled the mixer and bar out before scraping the ice cream out into a large bowl; and this time it was ice cream. The last two looked like mildly thick creams with lumps but this was fluffy looking, cold, white cream. I took a small spoon out and scooped some of the mix up and took a taste.

Cold, sweet and creamy. Sure it was just plain, unflavored ice cream but it was just like what I made with my (Original) mother. And of course we could add flavors to it later on. I nodded and smiled a bit, nostalgia warming my heart as ice cream chilled my mouth.

"Whoooooooa! This is so sweet! Even if it's cold!" While I wasn't looking Regina had took a spoon out and had a taste as well. "This. Is. Amazing!" She let off, wide eyed with a grin.

"Oooooooooh! It's so creamy and tasty! It's better because it's cold!" Ur'Akara had also taking a spoon and a bite and was smile as she looked on, star-eyed as she shivered softly, her tail straight in the air. "It's so good! What will you call this amazing concoction?" She asked, looking to me.

"Um... Ice Cream?"

"Can we make more!?" Ur'Araka asked grabbing my arm, pulling it into her breasts.

"Lots more!?" Regina asked, grabbing my other arm, pulling it into her larger set of breasts.

"...Maybe we should deal with what we made first?" I suggested. Oh dear lord...

[ - Author's Note - ]

Wow, this took longer to make then I thought. It's not a lack of motivation, rather I've been grinding like mad in Final Fantasy Fourteen. The Relic Grind is real people. And it can overwhelm you if you're not careful. And catching up with the MSQ. And doing the Diamond Weapon fight.

But yes, life is what has slowed me down for the most part.

Also, first femdom scene I've written. Let me know what you think; I don't plan on James being the one being claimed too often, but I think it makes for a good change of pace.

I've a new straw poll up now, but I'll just have that one as the last oen got much, much more attention then the FF poll I had up. This one is which of the (Canon) Kuroinu girls do you want to see James with the most. Link is (slash) s59r3z9gk

Next episode; some fall out from the introduction of ice cream, and another fun chapter. After that the road to the next arc begins.

~~Eostian Scribe