A.N. - Finally got this together and I am quite happy with it! I'll post the original, half-complete but failed attempt as apocrypha later today.

The spread of food before us was honestly impressive. Especially given the time period. Sure, this reality was anachronistic as all fuck, but I'd seen the local selections for the average person when the 'date party' had gotten lunch at a food stall.

Sure, 'food stall' food here was fucking garlic bread-bowls, with a thick, spicy vegetable soup in the bowl, where the lid was used as the 'spoon'. Small enough, and with thick enough 'soup' that you could easily carry it around in a hand while walking about since they didn't provide utensils or carrying materials. And it had been amazing.

"You seemed very interested in my healing."

"Ah, yes. Admittedly, one of the reasons I'm here is because of the healing magic available locally that isn't in my homeland. And I was hoping to find healers here to either hire directly or learn from myself."

But nearly none of the stalls we'd passed had possessed meats in any significant amounts, or large amounts of sweets. Whereas the royal dinner had both aplenty. Which might actually explain why Farah and her daughter were so voluptuous… wait, no, Farah was busty as all hell even as a slave, that couldn't be it–

"And why is that?"

"My father was badly injured in a tornado." I said, looking down at the piece of sweet bread shaped like a horse, turning it over in my hands, "While our own healing is quite capable, it's not well suited to handling his injuries. And he is old."

"Which always makes healing more difficult." Farah said softly.

"Yes. His spine was injured, and our medical techniques aren't well suited to that regardless…"

"So you hope to find other ways to heal him…" At my nod she smiled, "You are a good son."

While my face certainly heated up at the warmth in her tone, I still smiled, "I do my best."

There was a moment of silence at that, both of us nibbling on the provided foods as we waited for Opala. The queen was still doing queenly things when we'd returned to the palace, talking to priests and military men and coordinating and cajoling as required. Farah had made an executive decision phrased as a request to drag me to Opala's room to wait for her for dinner.

And it left me and my traitorous mind spiraling off on tangents in spite of the gorgeous woman right there. What to do to ensure that the local food culture wasn't erased. What to do about the canals and boats and multiversal infrastructure for the future. What to do to set up a communication channel with Osira while I was spending time with Opala and Farah. What to do to find an excuse to just run around capturing to at least make some progress on my debt…

Could've just captured her. Koya noted with the sensation of running her fingers through my hair before she forcibly pushed my attention towards Farah sitting right beside me at the oversized table, close enough to reach out and touch her… or pull her into my lap. You still could.

Yes, I know. I agreed, savoring the bite of the horse-shaped bread. Honeyed, both in the dough which used some lard later in the kneading process, but also glazed occasionally in the oven with it, the deep affection the baker had for Farah and her own passions… it was going to take some time to adjust to this mystic sense, that I didn't even know where it was coming from. But I've made my bed, and I need to lay in it–

Why?

Koya, I already gave you–

No, you gave me a reason not to capture her mother. But they're here, they're eager, they don't have a problem with slavery, they like you specifically. Why wouldn't you capture them?

Because it's wrong. Because it was bad. Because momma said. Kneejerk reactions to the question, but–

"Jacob."

Torn from my thoughts, I looked back up at the former queen, "Yes?"

Using the simple two-pronged fork, she stabbed one of the slices of meat, turning it over before her before asking, "If your employers are so powerful, could they not heal your father?"

"They could. No question." I agreed easily, "But such services… I have not earned them yet. I need to acquire and sell a number of slaves before they would extend such services. And I am already quite in debt to them."

"And if you can do it yourself…" Farah prompted.

"They have less power over me. Something they already admittedly have more than I'd appreciate."

How sweet~ Koya's tone was saccharin.

You literally got stuffed into my soul because of their lack of concern for you–

"Because they could sell you to people…" Farah's musing interrupted my internal sass before her eyes swung back to my face, "And likely have, haven't they? Much like how you spoke about Osira."

"Yes, the less they can hold debts over my head, the less likely it is that I'll be made into a slave." Or them jailbreaking our soul so you can eat me. I noted to Koya. And who do you think would take up my debt?

They could write it off. She did not sound like she believed that. Because I don't.

Good thing you've made your point.

Hm-?

"While it is not ideal, it is not a horrible state of affairs." Farah said with a fair hint of warmth, interrupting my internal struggles.

Later, when we're not in a real-time covo, two at once is too difficult. I nodded, acknowledging Farah. "It was not a pleasant realization that they may have already done so, yes." I couldn't help but smile a bit morosely as I continued, "Though, thankfully, I doubt I'm quite as in high demand as gorgeous and powerful women–"

"I wouldn't know about that." Opala's tone was quite amused as she entered her quarters, Sebastillion padding along behind her.

"Ah, but I have seen the list of suggested men to present for sale," I pointed at her with the piece of bread in my hand, thankful for the interruption, "And I have very little in common with many of those men."

Not sweet enough to fall into the Gohan niche, androgynous and ambiguous enough to fall into the Astolfo niche, and so on and so forth for the Bakugo or Neji niches. I doubted that my life had enough of a dramatic story to endear people to me, or that my personality was good enough on its own to fit into the more common extremes of 'likes men' niches the way that Raven, Cortana, Bulma, or Pyrrha did for female-attracted individuals. It was honestly also unlikely I was a cool side character in someone else's narrative, probably some sort of obnoxious half joke. There might be some gay guys that purchased my copies, they hit on me more often than not, but I was probably still low on the list of desirables.

Opala's full lips twisted in amusement, "Of course. There is very little 'common' about you."

My train of thought hit a cow, and it felt like my face was on fire with how red it certainly was, "... ah. Mm, I–…" Catching myself, I looked away briefly, running a hand through my hair, "Thank you. I do my best. Alternatively, it comes naturally~" I jazz-hands'd, trying to recover.

The giggles from the two ladies contrasted with the nearly audible eyeroll I felt from my coadjutor.

"I'm surprised you're so flustered, Jacob." Farah said, "You have yourself said you are somewhat unique. And you handled Sir Edward quite well."

"Angry accusations are easier to handle." I admitted, restraining the desire to huff. Sebastillion padded over, bumping his head against my chair in demand of scritches.

Scritches were given.

"I'd heard of an altercation on the bridge, but that it had been handled…?" Opala prompted her mother.

"Another one of your foreign suitors took exception at how comfortable Jacob was with me." Farah explained with a smile, propping her chin on a hand as she leaned forward, flashing her cleavage as she looked in my direction before turning back to her daughter, "Which he handled rather well until the suitor discovered something."

"Mother, don't keep me in suspense." Opala chided gently as she pulled out her chair.

Instead the matriarch looked to me again, "Jacob, dear, you should show her."

With a small sigh, I closed my eyes and ripped away that weave of shadows that was my disguise once more. If I reapplied it soon, I'd have to start glowing up like an ominously green lava lamp.

The ears popped out back atop my head, and I had to shift in position to let the tail unfurl from behind me and lay it atop my lap.

"I'm not exactly purely human." I admitted to the queen, running my non-scritching hand through my hair to rearrange it a bit after the reintroduction of fuzzy ears, "I hadn't mentioned it to you previously as I was still trying to gauge local feelings towards people like myself. I'd intended to tell you-...?" My voice hitched as I discovered that Opala had crossed the distance in the time it took me to lower my hand, very close and practically vibrating.

"Oh my gods-!" Opala squealed.

A bark of laughter escaped me at that, "Opala!"

"May I touch them?" She asked excitedly.

And some paranoid part of me had been worried about convincing her I hadn't done something wrong.

I snorted, tilting my head towards her, "Yes."

Giggling, the young woman's hands latched onto my head, wrapping around the base of my ears and softly scritching at them. The sensation was very soothing, significantly more so than scalp massages I'd had before, and I could feel my ears twitch under her warm hands.

Of course the woman that regularly boinked her pet panther would like fuzzy ears and tail. I knew I was a paranoid worrywart but good lord.

As an agent of the Company and an Infernal with a Beast in your soul, you're likely beyond his attention. Koya noted.

Very true.

Now, about me being right. Koya purred in my soul.

Yes yes, you convinced me. I admitted while enjoying the efforts of the queen and pleasant little giggles as she played with the soft fuzz of my ears, The difficulty is that full 'tentacle rape capture go!' is going to get some screaming unless we pitch it to them. And, admittedly, I'd like to get their acceptance. But you're right. There's no reason not to capture them… the question instead is how to pitch what is essentially a marriage proposal, because non-con capture isn't an option.

Warmth pressed against my side as Opala leaned against me to better play with my ears, softness over strength as she wiggled in place. I took the moment to savor the soft floral scents that had been rubbed into her bronze skin before Koya asked, Even though Opala would likely appreciate it?

Especially because. No sudden tentacle rape capture while we're in the palace. I admitted with some humor. I'm not up to try and capture literally the entire palace if it cascades at all. I just need to figure out how to pitch… well… a soul binding marriage to her. My Coadjutor was pointedly quiet. Happier?

Warmth pressed against my side as Opala leaned against me to better play with my ears, softness over strength as she wiggled in place.

It's… acceptable.

Sighing into Opala's cleavage, I took the moment to savor the soft floral scents that had been rubbed into her bronze skin and tried to ignore the mild disdain I felt from the root of my spine before placing my hands against the queen's hips, "As much as I appreciate this–"

"As is plainly obvious." Opala said with a little giggle, which drew my attention to the fact that the pink tip of my tail was wagging back and forth giddily, the traitor.

"I'd thought you'd want to eat before getting too far along." I powered through.

Pulling back and pouting down at me without letting go of my ears, she was an absolute picture of grace as she countered, "You should have told me sooner."

"So you could pet me more?"

"Yes!" The queen asserted with zero shame.

I giggled, gently pressing a palm to her stomach, "You do need to eat."

With a sound that could only be called a 'mou', Opala did pull away, but her fingertips lingered, trailing along the edges of my fox-ears in a way that made a shiver dance up my spine. Only then did she pull her chair close to my other side, leaving me flanked by mother and daughter as the former giggled.

Initially, the conversation was getting Opala updated on the things I'd revealed to Farah over the course of the day, as well as the acquisition of several mercenaries. I had to turn the silver-gilded chair to the side as it didn't have a hole to let my tail stick out behind me, sitting side-saddle for comfort.

This meant that Sebastillion's oversized paws batted at it as it waved. Damned adorable pony-sized murderfloof.

"It sounds like you enjoyed your tour of the city." The queen said with more than a hint of satisfied amusement.

I neither could, nor would, restrain the smile spreading across my face at that, "Yes. I've always enjoyed cities. Even if Thebes is smaller than some of those I've been in, it was… wonderful."

Opala cocked her head to the side, auburn eyes narrowing as she hummed inquisitively.

Not immediately intuiting what her response was about, there was but one solution, "What's the matter? Something's not clicking for you and I'm not sure what?"

If anything, Opala's eyes narrowed further in spite of my entirely honest smile. She pointed the piece of honeyed bread at me, "Something is bothering you about my capital. While I can't tell exactly what it is, something you saw made you hesitate- made you think before you gushed about your experience." While I blinked at the statement, she frowned, "Even accepting that your homeland is far more advanced and developed than Egypt, I don't think that's something that'd make you hesitate that way."

For all that I was confused for a moment, I quickly realized what she had meant.

"Ah, apologies. It was nothing major, as I probably just missed something." An eyebrow was raised at me and I sighed just a bit, "It just seemed weird how that one stretch of the banks in the western district, a stretch of what seemed to be prime space along the Nile was taken up almost entirely by the smoke and stench of kilns and tanneries."

"You believe it'd be better to have homes and estates along the beauty of the river?"

"... I mean, yeah, but I was more wondering why there weren't docks. Like…" I trailed off before clearing my plate and quickly drizzling some of the honey onto an edge to represent the Nile and placing some of the grapes and berries to represent the buildings, sketching out my memory of the area, "The water there was meaningfully deeper, the banks already rather steep. And the western district's got clear lines of connection with most of the markets and bazaars. I saw the south eastern district on the way in via boat, and the fact that I had to do so confused me because I'd initially thought it was just that there wasn't a good spot for deeper water ports in the city, but the water there seemed like it would fit well." Placing pieces of torn bread atop the river of honey to indicate them for visuals as I gestured at the rough image on my plate, "Putting docks there would massively improve the flow of goods into the city, reduce the load of the roads to the docks outside the city, and there seemed like a really good spot that would naturally transition into a bazaar without interfering with the roads and transfer of goods. So I was admittedly a bit confused," I looked up to find wide auburn eyes staring at me, thrown off my train of thought, "Ah, as to… ah, why it was that way…? I mean, I know I'm missing some context as I'm new to the city…?"

The half formed gesture I made towards her seemed to jolt the queen back to the moment, "Ah! Ahem. I'm sorry, that's not what I expected."

A bark of laughter burst from my lips as the realization hit me, "Hah! What? Did you think I was just a meathead of a wizard?"

"No!" Opala denied even as her cheeks went very rosey, "I-ah." Clearing her throat, she looked away for a moment, hands twisting together nervously, "It's just, ah, that those studied in the mystic arts tend to have… less understanding of the more practical aspects of rulership. Please, do continue."

I was grinning hard enough that my cheeks hurt, "You thought I was a meathead."

"Noooooo." Opala whined even as her mother giggled.

Laughing, I took pity on the beautiful woman, "I was just trying to understand why I had to arrive on a boat almost a whole day's travel from the city when such prime port space was being used the way it was."

With a little sigh, the queen nodded at the model on my plate, "That's where the largest deposits of clay were for ages."

"And now they're gone, which is why it's so much deeper…" I mused.

"And why all the pottery kilns are in that district."

"But now it's gone." I 'guessed'.

"And the potters guild is quite insistent on retaining their historical location. Especially given the estates their heads had already built there."

"Nightmarish." I grumbled, glaring at my plate and trying to visualize the city as a whole when I'd only seen it from the ground. "And there aren't any other major clay deposits on this side of the river right?"

"No," Opala confirmed, "But they're also quite insistent that the banks can't withstand the stress of a port."

I snorted, "You can create obelisks. You can definitely get the stones required to sink into the bank and form a retaining wall as the basis of a port to build off of. It's not permanent but it'd last quite a while and require minimal maintenance."

"But getting them to that part of the bank-"

"The roads aren't consistently wide enough, no." I acknowledged, picking up what she was leading into as I glared down at the representation on my plate, "That's a point. Though given the nature of things you could probably get them onto the Nile via boat and then transfer them to the banks…"

"You'd still have to convince them to move." Opala noted, tapping her piece of bread against her plate, "And with the royal treasury being what it is, we cannot simply pay them to do so."

"But they'd make more money!" I protested, fully aware that people could be weird about this sort of stuff. "Like, with just a bit of investment from the crown to build them new places so they'd be less pissy about it, you could move them somewhere that it's easy to transport the clay and the coal for the kilns instead of just the clay and they'd have to pay so much less for transportation as well as be out of the way of other stuff and be able to provide their services easier since in the southern district they'd also be closer to the merchants that provide more pottery. Like, I'm remembering that right, right? That's where most of the pottery focused merchants are at?"

Surprise flashed across Opala's face for just a moment before she nodded, pushing her plate closer to mine and starting to lay pieces of food atop it, "Yes. Though if we're trying to improve their access to both, we'd want them in the eastern district."

A frown flashed across my face as I watched her model the city, "But… ah! Your main imports for coal are via the Nile? Smaller but more frequent deliveries… and your clay deposits are from the other bank." At her nod, I continued, pointing at her plate, "Which is where the main crossing is at. Okay. But if I remember right, isn't there a main thoroughfare here?"

Our conversation devolved into numbers and details as we spiraled off into topic after ancillary topic. The difficulties of revamping entrenched infrastructure, the problems of dealing with outdated arterial roads to properly convey grains into the palace and from there to everyone else. Even then, Opala was able to wrangle an explanation of everything I'd covered with Farah during the day by essentially asking about the steps on our journey that had led up to me 'fighting for her honor'.

"So you knew about Osira before coming here?" Opala asked between bites.

"Yes. My employers wish me to find and enslave her as well as any other targets of sufficient power and capability."

"And from there they'll be able to duplicate them for sale?"

"Yes."

Nodding, Opala stared down at the meat-stuffed bun in her hand pensively before looking up at me again, "You believe copies of yourself have already been sold."

"Almost certainly." I admitted, "Low demand product or not, their customer base is vast. There are certainly buyers out there."

It was something I'd signed off on after all.

The queen's smile was gentle, "I know it's not something you're exactly happy about, but I have every faith that your duplicates are doing quite well."

I smiled back at her, unable to hold her gaze, "Thank you. Even if it doesn't get the emotional response to the thought to stop, I very much appreciate the sentiment."

"Then let us move on from such topics. Your approach to the city, you've mentioned the state of the roads."

I nodded, appreciating her tact, "Yes, given that port is the only deepwater port you currently have, I'm surprised that the path isn't paaaAAaaved–?!"

A gasp escaped me as pleasure shot up my spine like someone had plugged the tip of my tail into an outlet connected to a tantric grid of Fuck.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" My eyes snapped to the brilliantly green eyes of Farah, the older woman surprised, a comb in hand as she asked in concern, "Was that too much?"

"Ah, um…" Desperately, I swallowed, trying to catch my breath and thought process, "A bit…?"

"Sorry, it's just…" The overly voluptuous woman gestured at my hindquarters while fiddling with the comb, "There's some matting and tangles in your tail and I was trying to clean it up while you two talked…"

Already?! Koya and I seethed together.

The unhappy noise I made in the back of my throat only made the pair giggle. "Please… do continue just… slower if you could?"

If the smirk Farah gave me as the golden tattoo under her eye curled upwards hadn't told me I was in danger, the way her tongue slowly wetted her plush lips would have, "Mm, slower… yes, I can do that."

Another little pleasant buzz went up my spine as I did my best to remember where Opala and I had been in our discussion. Turning back to the queen as I tried to continue, "So, ah, I understood the monsters holding us up as the guards dealt with theeEM–" A little shuddering breath went through me as I caught myself when Farah not only gripped my tail once more, but very slowly and deliberately pressed the comb against it and dragged it down the length of the appendage, pausing momentarily to work her way through one of the noted tangles before moving all the way down. Swallowing, I forced myself to continue, "Ah. uh, I just didn't see the reason it wasn't paved."

Opala seemed quite (understandably) amused, she kept it in check, "Attempts were made, but the sands always cause them to collapse. The compacted earth of frequent travel has worked well enough."

Something about that… bothered me, "Wait, collapse? Did they not have under-layers of gravel? Stones? Or retaining walls?"

Opala's head tilted to the side, "... no? I am not intimately familiar with road construction but no such things were brought up in the costs…"

"Oh! Uh, yeah, that explains some things." I admitted, remembering that as anachronistic as things were, this setting was still bronze-age. Roman roads were who knows how many centuries off from being constructed. Instead, I focused on the map of food we had on our plates for just a moment before turning back to Opala, "So they've been collapsing? Like, sinking into the dirt and sands and cracking and becoming more of a hindrance than help rIGHt?"

While Opala nodded at my question, Farah's soft sigh was one of clear boredom, boredom she dealt with by scooching closer and beginning to not only brush the matting from my tail, but also applying scritches to the small line of fuzz above the tail along my spine which did things for me.

Farah giggled as my tail reflexively coiled around her arm and pulled her closer.

Clearing my throat, I tried to refocus, "So, uh, I can actually sketch out how long lasting roads would work. They're pretty labor intensive, but entirely doable."

The queen frowned for a moment before turning to the half-slumbering panther that had laid between us, "Sebastillion, dear? Could you get one of the scribes, please?"

For all that the giant murderfloof huffed and growled, he extended his paws out in front of himself as his butt went up, "Big stretch." I confirmed, giving him a little scratch as he stood and padded his way out of the royal chambers.

Opala giggled before turning back to me, "While we wait for them to arrive, what goes into these roads?"

I didn't get very far into the explanation before a mousey man of a scribe entered the royal chambers long enough to find out why the giant murderfloof had gotten him as well as the things we needed from the archives before going to gather them.

I was very happy that I could read the local language, seeing the flashes of intent and meaning and numbers along the tablets and papyrus scrolls appearing above them.

The scribes also brought parchment, papyrus, and styluses for us to work with and sketch out concepts on.

"That won't work, sir."

"Hm, how so?" I asked the scribe and looking up from the tablet I'd been sketching upon, "What am I missing?"

"Ahem, these stones," he indicated the small fragmentary slab stones in the clay over the sand and base stones. A tiny growl coming from his stomach only audible at this range and like due to my ears, "They aren't naturally formed by limestone quarrying."

That made me pause, looking back to the current outline, "Mm. Frustrating." Grabbing one of the plates, I pulled it over and held it out towards the older man as I glared at my outline and processed that, "There's alternatives and variations on the theme, but I'm not familiar with them off top of my head."

The extended pause as the man didn't take anything from the plate had me look up at him with a raised eyebrow and a meaningful look at the plate I was holding in his direction, "Thank you for bringing it to my attention, to be clear." A little snort escaped the man and he took the opportunity to grab one of the pieces of honeyed bread from the plate even as I continued, "Much better to deal with these sorts of frustrations in planning stages rather than once everything's in motion."

Farah's giggle broke through that moment, and was amused enough to drag my attention to her. She beamed, leaning against the table in a way that did interesting things to her bust, "I'm sorry, you're always quite expressive, but it's always so deliberate. Your ears and tail are much less reserved."

I blinked once, twice, then felt my face warm as I realized I could feel my ears cocking aside curiously, then drooping with the realization that I'd entirely forgotten them followed by them sweeping back at my immediate frustration with myself.

Some chuckles and giggles came from the assorted scribes even as Farah pointedly scratched at the base of my tail, sending another little shiver up my spine.

How unbecoming~

You hush. Was my perfect counter as I quietly groaned, rubbing my face.

Opala giggled as she stood and closed the limited distance to hug my head, pressing my face into her bust and further disincentivizing me to protest as her fingers once more played with and scratched at the base of my ear, "I like them."

"Very clearly." I countered, leaning into her touch with a sigh, "And I appreciate it. I'm just a bit grumpy with myself for my lack of control. I don't have these out often enough to be used to keeping them wrangled."

"Or properly taken care of." Farah teased further, literally tugging on my tail and running her fingers through my fur.

My face felt exceedingly warm, and I made a small whine in the back of my throat, able to feel the smile Opala gave the top of my head. Heaving a sigh, I placed a hand on Opala's stomach, and the queen obligingly sat back down, letting me calm down and clear my throat, "Regardless, I can sketch out the principles and we can figure out what waste materials already exist that can fill those roles."

"Yes, that would be good, Sadiki, if you'd please?"

And so we continued.

Opala knew her capital city quite well, though we had to reference materials for specifics and confirming or busting theories. As a city that had semi-organically grown from a pseudo-command economy in the bronze age with magic, monsters, and various severely anachronistic things going on? It didn't quite have the logistic chains and requirements I was accustomed to. But a lot of the core concepts, like central major corridors that branch off, the funneling of traffic, ensuring that things people want or need are closer based on frequency of need… All of that held true.

The difficulties were baked into where resources were located, not to mention dealing with the availability of water on longer treks. Consistent overland logistics chains essentially had the 'rocket fuel' problem of finding the balance point between how much water you carried versus what you could carry. While I couldn't just give her hovercraft or rail-lines, I was very looking forward to that transition once I had any sort of industrial base to apply it through. Replicators and/or Dust would be enormous stepping stones here.

But for all that we discussed, I had to work at ignoring the efforts of Farah to brush the last bit of matting out of my tail and to distract me from the conversation. The motions felt intimate on the level of someone giving my inner thighs a slow massage. The tip wasn't that bad, but towards the base the contact had… results, which I desperately tried to ignore in favor of the fascinating discussion with Opala. Not just because I had to present a good face to her people, but also build rapport with the beautiful queen herself such that essentially proposing a soul-bond-marriage was palatable to her… and because I simply enjoyed the back and forth as I teased apart the existing situation in the city and the opportunities and knowledge I could bring.

Though when Farah finished removing the tangles and instead just pressed my tail against her soft chest to pet it I admit to having struggled and entirely losing my train of thought.

The sudden fizzle and loss of heat as one of the candles within the reach of my tactile field went out jolted me out of my explanation of dry-docks and canal locks, the poor thing having become a pool of melted wax and a well burnt wick.

Realization flitted through me, the scribe that had been taking notes for Opala yawning in the brief pause of having to scratch lines into the tablet of clay. Even the few interested scribes were obviously bleary eyed.

"Jacob…?"

"Ah… I seem to have finally realized how late I'm keeping everyone up. Apologies, and thank you all for your time, but we should probably wrap this up here for tonight." While two of them pouted, the rest of the scribes we'd commandeered for this were very clearly relieved. I looked to Opala for confirmation, "Your highness?"

"Yes, you are correct, we have kept everyone up far later than we should have." Opala admitted with some amusement, "Please, do take the notes to the archives, we will continue this tomorrow evening and set up a proper time to go over this."

As the scribes collected the tablets and scrolls, Opala thanked them by name and I took the time to help collect the scrolls and stack the dishes and utensils from the meal–

The Shroud. I didn't pause at my coadjutor addressing me out of long practice as a waiter, but I did nonverbally request elaboration, If you demonstrate its power in front of them enough, they'll be more likely to accept your… proposal.

Agreeing and grateful for the suggestion, I held out a hand, letting the fabric ripple out across the table. There was a hiccup as I tried to micromanage the effects, to think about the specific movements and ruffles of the cloth to move the plates, causing them to jostle and jingle, but when I instead focused on my intent and the feel? It instead became something out of a disney movie as everything just bobbed along until things were stacked and gathered. There was still a fair amount of food left, because even as particularly voracious as my appetite had become with my various alterations I hadn't been able to put away an entire buffet's worth of food.

"Jacob-"

Looking back up, I found Opala's amber eyes, I saw… something in them before she shook her head, blue painted lips turning upwards, "Thank you. Even this much… you've given us much to consider. As overworked as it may lead my scribes to being, this is already showing so much potential…"

Several of the scribes didn't quite groan, but the feeling was entirely there in their reactions.

Farah clearly concurred, standing quickly which did fascinating things with her extremely generous assets, "Yes, it is certainly time to head to bed."

Tenderly and lovingly, Farah basically rushed the scholars and scribes out of the royal chambers.

"Now, come," the queen softly purred, her silky hands taking mine and starting to pull me towards her bed, "We simply must share body heat once more…"

As unendingly tempting as that was, "But the food-?"

That brought Opala up short, a measure of confusion in her tone as she looked up at me, "You're still hungry…?"

"I–... a little, just…" Sputtering and gesturing at the table still covered in a not insignificant amount of food, "More that there's still a lot of it? And it'd go bad by the morning…" Brown eyes that were nearly crimson fluttered up at me in further confusion and I struggled to order my thoughts to explain the instinctive protest I had, "I don't like just… wasting it. And the cooks put so much care into the meal. I'd hate to see it go to waste just because–" The sharp tug on the back of my neck made a damn good effort at making me stumble, but brought my attention back to the shorter woman from the spread of food. "Ah… yes…?"

Opala's lips had spread into a beaming smile that lit up the dim room more than any mere mortal fire could, "Nothing. It's nothing. Would you feel better if the scribes took it with them now rather than the servants gathering it in the morning?"

I could feel my cheeks flush as I realized I'd been rambling, even if she'd apparently found it cute, "No lie? Yes. It would."

With a breathy giggle, Opala used her grip on my shoulders to pull herself up to place a quick little kiss on the tip of my nose, "It's alright." And then she had pulled away, somehow managing to be well poised as she practically zipped over to the scribes. "Before we all break for the night, please, do take whatever food you desire, as a thank you from both myself and Jacob."

Some of them brightened quite a bit, but overall it was a more muted if happy response. I was more struggling to deal with the warmth blooming in my chest that the woman had bothered, as well as impressed by how easily she managed to wrangle the tired scholars, making a fun surprise and gift out of what should have been an exasperating yo-yo by your boss. Though not all of the food was gone now, very little remained by the time the last scholar left with arms stacked high with small pies and honeyed treats.

The queen once more appeared at my side, "We already share the extra food from the table with our royal guard, they just normally collect it in the morning."

"While wonderful–" I started, trying to ignore the way it felt like my heart was in my throat.

"It doesn't change how you felt seeing the food sitting there." She finished, beaming at up me.

"No… it doesn't." This woman was far too dangerous. Gently touching her chin with my fingers and hooking my tail around her thigh, I leaned in to press a soft kiss against her forehead, murmuring my small, "Thank you."

The sharp intake of breath nearby had my eyes lift to find Farah biting a knuckle even as her other hand pressing into her breast, "Nnf, if my daughter doesn't eat you up, I will."

For all the flush that brought to my face, I laughed, "I'd like to think there's enough of me to go arouND–?"

Lips devouring mine so fiercely that our teeth clicked, fingers entangling in my hair and scratching at the base of my ears as I was pulled along, the queen dragging me down as her tongue shoved its way into my mouth.

The hot muscle traced alongside the inside of my lips before entangling with my own, her hot breath washing across my face as she panted through her nose during the kiss, one of her hands scrambling at the hem of my pants. The flavor of eager happiness and dedication and love that was Opala washing over my tongue as I took hold of her, the gentle push I gave her to get a moment to breathe was all it took for her to break away, auburn eyes staring up at me, her blue lipstick already slightly smudged.

My half formed teasing about her being eager was immediately cut off as Opala desperately asked, "How are you real?"

Well, in spite of everything, it seems you've made progress. Koya noted sardonically.

Surprised and disbelieving laughter bubbled up in me as the woman dove back up, raining soft, fervent kisses on my face and pulling me along by her fierce grip on the back of my head and my pants, "Opala, I am very real."

"How?" She demanded, punctuating every word with another kiss, nearly crimson eyes boring into mine and pulling me backwards as much as her hands were. "Handsome-" -kiss- "Powerful-" -kiss- "Intelligent-" -kiss- "Good with Sebastillion-" -kiss- "Good with my people-" Her shins hit her bed, and even as she tumbled backwards she used her grip on my waistband and the back of my neck to hold herself to me, pressing kisses against my chest as she went downwards. "Here to deal with Osira-!" -kiss- "Bringing even mightier patrons-" -kiss- Her legs folded up underneath her as she pressed searing lips to my stomach, "Skilled in bed-" -kiss- Both hands now hooked into my waistband and trying to shove them down, I obligingly let much of my outfit dissolve and my achingly hard length bounced free to the immediate nuzzling appreciation of the queen.

My hands reached out to trace through her short, silky hair as I watched her wiggle in place, "Nnf, and this magnificent," a soft searingly hot kiss to balls, "Juicy," she pressed her lips hard against the side of my length, twisting her lips such that she left blue smear of lipstick as she dragged her face along it, hot breath washing against my sensitive skin, "Throbbing," both hands on my member, she stroked it slowly even as she aimed it at her face, placing an open-mouthed kiss to its crown, tongue lashing against it and suckling before she pulled off with a loud *pop*, huskily whispering up at me, eyes never having left mine, "Cock."

Taking grip on her head, I pulled Opala's face forward even as I thrust up into her mouth, blue-painted lips parting to allow me entry even as she slurped and sucked. I groaned as she lashed her tongue against the underside of my length, bobbing her head and still refusing to let my gaze go even as her eyelids fluttered. Her soft hands worked furiously at my length even as she stuffed more of my dick into her lips, and any control I had was quickly fraying, a knot of tension building in my stomach as my release started to barrel towards me.

Resisting the urge to tap into Sticky Fingers, I instead pulled Opala forward, feeling the tip of my cock go into her eagerly swallowing throat as she quietly gagged before pulling her by her hair back off of my now very spit-shined cock.

Swallowing, I realized I was panting almost as much as Opala, who was staring up at me with an intensity of affection that… it was too much. I finally broke her gaze, looking away as I struggled to find words, "Opala- I-"

"No." She cut me off by squeezing her hands around my dick, still stroking it slowly, "You're… you're like a gift from the gods, specifically and specially for me."

The sudden appearance of the soft, bronze skin of Farah's hand atop my own larger but paler one, before I could follow the limb back, her other hand laid on the other side of her daughter's head and I felt Farah press the soft mountains of her breasts against my thighs even as she murmured admonishment through my lower back, "He certainly does, and how do you show gratitude for such a gift dear?"

Opala's eyes twinkled even as she opened her mouth wide, leaning into the grip Farah and I had on her head as she stuck her tongue out and let out a quiet, "Ahhh~"

Stunned by the gorgeous sight, I offered no resistance as Farah yanked her daughter's head forward in a smooth motion, pulling her lips forward until they smashed into her own hands still interlaced at the base with an eager little 'glrk' from the queen.

Taking only a moment to wiggle Opala's head in place and squeeze a few more millimeters of dick into the hot, welcoming confines of her throat, Farah began to use her child's face and throat as a toy to get me off, expertly facefucking her own daughter with my cock. "Now, straighten out your throat so his pride can plunge all the way in," the former queen murmured against my back, lips brushing against my skin as my tail draped over her shoulder, her breasts squishing against my thighs, "His balls should be slapping against your chin to properly stimulate them so they'll churn out as big of a gift for you as they can."

"Mmmmhhhmmmmm~!" For all that her head was moving faster and faster, being pulled back and forth increasingly roughly on my shaft, spittle starting to drip and fly as lipstick smeared… Opala's gaze remained focused on mine, her throat swallowed around me on every downstroke, her hands moved from the base of my shaft to my hips as she wiggled in place, shifting her posture to make her mouth into a fuckhole.

A fuckhole for her own mother to use to please me.

Certainly, you are impressing them quite a bit with your ability to moan. My coadjutor commented.

I did my best to express my incoherent indignation even as I reached back, grabbing onto Farah's shoulder for stability as strength in my knees became questionable, my tail lashing about happily.

And then Opala's full lips hit the base of my dick, my balls audibly thudded against Opala's chin, and Farah took the moment to chide her once more even as she wiggled her daughter's head in place to ensure every possible millimeter of my overly sensitive dick was enveloped in the wet, eagerly sucking maw, "Now Opala dear, we have him at a bit of a disadvantage don't we? He's showing us such a wonderful sight…"

"Mhm!" Her agreement was enthusiastic even as she buried her nose in my sparse pubes, cheeks hollowing out even as her hands left my hips only to shove her dress out of the way and start playing with herself, presenting her ass and breasts to the best of her ability as her auburn eyes stayed locked on my own and she noisily fingered herself.

Unable to meet the look in her eyes, the affection as she gagged and swallowed around me, I could only close my eyes in groan. Even if it was my goal it was intense, more than I could handle even on its own–

Trapped between the two, I struggled to think of ways to actually turn it around, because for all that I was indignant, Koya was right, I should still be doing something other than being pleasured.

Fingers hooked into the remaining fabric I had on me, tugging at it, and the clear insistence, I let the remaining fabric of my Shroud dissolve, curling my tail around Farah as the voluptuous woman continued to vigorously guide her daughter's face up and down my length, using her daughter's mouth as a masturbation aid for me.

Just the thought, let alone the intensity of the sensations had me struggling to hold myself back, to last longer, it all made me feel ready to blow, pressure already threatening to explode from me.

But then, with her elbows and leaning into me, Farah made me stumble forward, making me nearly stumble forward, only a quick movement of my hand prevented me from falling atop Opala.

"Now… to show my gratitude…~" The matriarch dipped, warm breath on my rear, and I had just an instant to realize what her intentions were before a hot tongue pushed into me.

A full-body shudder went through me as I moaned, and Farah pulled Opala fully against me, grinding her daughter's face into my crotch to help herself push as tightly against me as she could, burying as much of her long, hot tongue into me as she could.

Eagerly, Farah gave me a rimjob while she continued to use the queen's throat as an onahole, sandwiched between the two it was no surprise I didn't last.

The orgasm crashed through me like a freight train through a wall of butter. Fast, hard, and extremely messy.

Opala noisily grunted and swallowed down the thick load I shot down her throat, body shuddering as her eyes rolled back, back arching even as her mother held her face so far down I could feel her lips squishing against the base of my cock. Farah herself hummed happily, doing interesting things with her tongue.

Balls clenching as spurt after spurt of cum flooded her highness' gullet- Farah had let go of her head and pulled back, letting her daughter ease back… only for a gentle hand to cradle my sack and give it a soft squeeze, just as the crown was caught by Opala's lips, sending another thick shot right onto her tongue. That this made her beautiful eyes finally close with a pleased hum was too much, as she pulled off with a wet pop, nearly tumbling back, still weak from her own orgasm. "Mmmm… oohhhh… it's sho thick…"

"Now," Farah's hands trailed up to my stomach and danced across my skin as she hummed pleasantly, placing a little kiss on the small of my back before laying her cheek against my side to look at her daughter, "Be sure to show him, dear."

"Ahhh…" Opala obligingly opened her mouth, showing it filled and coated in white, swirling around the thick spunk with her tongue before closing her mouth and eyes and tilting her head back as she rapturously swallowed.

"Ohhh yes, very virile, and so clean…" The mature woman kissed my side as she purred, "Quite the gift from the gods."

Any flagging in my erection had been entirely dispelled like morning mists under the blaze of a furious sun.

My internal secretary was too refined to snort derisively, but the emotion was certainly conveyed. Ah, yes, well done.

Laughter, embarrassed and flustered, bubbled in my throat.

Oh fuck, okay, yeah, I entirely underestimated the skills and domme quality of a nympho of Farah's caliber. Yeah, no way I was keeping up without Sticky Fingers. I needed to go on the offense otherwise there was no way I was outlasting these ladies.

Taking a grip of the bundle of potential in my mind with both hands, I wrapped my tail around Farah's waist and pulled her around from behind me to her surprised giggle, "Oh my! Are we going to have that… in depth exploration now…?"

"No." I said, entangling the now topless matriarch with my tail and grabbing her by the hair, tilting Farah's head back and savoring her eager little gasp even while rearranging the still somewhat dazed Opala on the bed, "You've been a naughty slut all night and day, teasing me and interrupting Opala just now… so, no." I breathed the last word against her ear before nibbling on it and savoring the taste of her as she happily gasped. Sex and eagerness, fertility, love, and raw fuckability.

We both shivered at the contact before I continued, tossing the matriarch onto the bed, having settled between Opala's eagerly spread legs, lifting one and using my other hand to angle myself at her absolutely drenched folds. Let Farah stew in her own arousal a bit longer while I treated the younger royal. Making sure to meet Farah's emerald eyes, my next words had more of a growl to them than intended, "No, instead, I'm going to absolutely fuck Opala first, and then, once she's good and filled, am I going to start with you."

Sticky Fingers approved, as did Farah very clearly as she bit a knuckle and hiked up a leg to expose her own core as her other hand began to sharply tug on her nipple.

Sinking into Opala, I looked back to the queen as I thrust into her inviting depths, making her squirm on the bed, "Oh gods..." she breathed out, back arching and presenting her full breasts even as her legs snapped around my waist, "I love you so much."

–?!

My brain short circuited.

What?! Koya shrieked in disbelief.

In a flash, the remnants of her tiny dress rippled and expanded across her body. Lacey, translucent sleeves and thigh high leggings appeared, leaving her hands and feet bare, a lacey white corset that did nothing to conceal her breasts, a choker with my lotus symbol on the front, and an intricate wedding veil appeared atop her head.

Hooded, nearly crimson eyes peered up at me before her hands found mine, grabbing hold and pulling me closer, "Mm! Please… Jacob… my handsome hunk of a wizard, take me."

My hips slammed into hers before another thought could enter my head, to Opala's loud and enthusiastic appreciation.

Farah's intrigued coo was barely noticed as I began to absolutely plow the gorgeous woman, shaking the bed as my hips met hers harshly, balls slapping against her ass and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, growling down at her, "You absolute madwoman, I know I didn't bring it up, but I never expected a sudden love confession from you." Disbelieving laughter bubbled up, "Do you have any idea what you did?"

Opala met my gaze with her own eager grin, "I got what I wanted."

"You soulbound us woman! A permanent binding that has you stuck in the same boat I am."

The queen's grin faltered, blinking as she looked down at where we were joined, eyes tracing to her legs now clad in lace, she lifted a wrist from the bed and I allowed the motion to let her more easily see the new shroud-outfit she wore, as well as watch as the lace designs shifted, then went opaque, then her outfit in its entirety dissolved as her sweat covered chest rose and fall.

Farah's sharp intake of breath went unnoticed beside us.

Recognizing the shift in tone, I let her lift her wrists, leaving my hands cradling them as she stared at her hands.

It seems you may have hurt her more than intended, my coadjutor mused with sadistic pleasure.

Suddenly, with a grip like steel, Opala's hands grabbed my wrists before far less metaphorically steel manacles appeared on her own wrists, chain links springing into existence between them and wrapping around my forearms to lock us together as a heavy choker reappeared on her throat, jewelry sparkling into existence against her skin that only accented her nude figure. The grin on her face was fierce, nervous, excited, and endlessly sexual as she challenged my gaze with her own, asserting with clear annunciation and an erotic roll of her hips, "I did not stutter."

The full body shudder that went through me, from the top of my ears to the tip of my tail, had nothing to do with how she pointedly clenched her walls around me or the cold metal of the chains or how hot her skin was against mine. "Woman–"

"Now come, my… master," Opala purred the word as goosebumps rose on her skin, shivering and panting out, "I already trust that you will… take care of me."

She's insane! Koya railed against the turn of events even as I proceeded to do my absolute best to rail Opala through the bed.

Opala vocally expressed her appreciation for my efforts even as she rolled and bucked her hips towards mine, the soft clinking behind me drawing my attention to the fact that she'd apparently decided that adding manacles binding her ankles together was also a good plan.

"You absolute madwoman!" I couldn't help but giggle even as I pinned her wrists above her head once more, feeling myself striking her inner barrier once more.

The sudden appearance of Farah beside us made me slow, but the mature woman only had eyes for her daughter, "Mmm… he does seem to drive you mad, doesn't he…?"

"Nnf-! He's- ah- he's- he's going to make me cum..." Opala panted out breathlessly, rolling her hips and smiling at her mother as I picked up speed once more, chasing our mutual orgasm. "He's going to batter his way back into my womb and- nff-!" Biting her lip, Opala's head fell back as she closed her eyes, grunting as her walls fluttered around me.

"Mmm…" Farah hummed before reaching out to press on the younger woman's stomach, "I can see the bulge. I believe it… now…" Her fingers danced, "Moan, deep in your chest while you relax your core, it will help your womb accept him and milk another gift from him."

That's not how this is supposed to work!

The queen very pointedly met my gaze at that point, and moaned as I thrust into her.

I bottomed out into the queen, her stomach bulging slightly as my oversized length slammed into her depths, and as expected it set off the avalanche of her own orgasm, her head falling back as her walls clenched and fluttered, sucking on my tip almost like a pair of lips were wrapped around it even as her pussy clenched like a hot vice.

Collapsing forward, I let out a shuddering groan as Opala demanded my orgasm, and my body tried to oblige her, but it was too soon after my previous load and instead left me feeling weak, only barely catching myself from falling atop the smaller woman.

"Mmm, very happy for you dear," Farah purred into my ear before dragging her teeth along the triangular edge, one hand settling just above my tail, the woman having gotten even closer, "But you could milk him harder."

And then she pressed down on Opala's stomach while squeezing at the bulge and scratching at the base of my tail–

–––!

The wanton little cries of pleasure Opala and I let out as we both came were quickly muffled and instead replaced by Farah's own happy cry as we both latched onto her with our mouths, me onto her shoulder even as Opala bit onto Farah's large nipple.

My cock jumped inside Opala as my balls, coaxed by the family's expert ministrations, found the ability to unload again, pumping what felt like an entire gallon of semen into her depths. Eyes fluttering open again, I could actually see the queen's stomach swell slightly.

With a burning, multicolored light, my lotus design appeared on Opala's skin, spreading like opalescent dye in a mold right atop the bulge in her stomach.

"O-Oh my, you truly are eager to impregnate my daughter, aren't you?" Farah murmured as Opala and I both struggled to come down from our orgasms, her fingers tracing along the heart and flower design that softly glowed in the dim light. "Mmm… you want to knock her up? To plant your seed deep in her? To empty your balls until she's not just full of your babybatter but heavy with child? She certainly seems to want you too~"

Opala's head fell back, mouth freed from Farah's heavy breast with a soft pop, "Mooommm!"

Okay, arrogance on my part noted. 'Stew in her arousal'. More 'give her an opening'. Fuckin' hell.

Right, no more of that.

You could just capture her. Koya noted, but that she was still unsettled from the sudden love confession as well as Farah's… everything. I am–! ... no. No, these people make no sense and I will not make an excuse for underestimating their madness.

Easing myself out of Opala, I looked to Farah, contemplating my next steps and words as I got my breathing back under control and tried to recover from the far too fast second round. Also, you say that like her being captured would in any way slow her down tonight.

... point. Though why not simply enjoy it?

"... you know what I think, Lady Farah?" I said, placing a hand to my chest and taking hold of the petals of power that flickered off my heart like embers off a star, Oh, that's quite simple actually, Koya.

"Mmm…?"

"That I have done you a disservice." My smile felt predatory.

"OhhHHH-?!"

I told my coadjutor as Farah yelped, I don't want to. I want to defeat Farah on this metaphorical battlefield.

Grabbing the former and soon to be once more slave I threw her face down onto the bed, clambering atop her and pinning her face to the sheets, "I think you've been projecting what you want done to you onto your daughter," I hiked her ass into the air, something the extremely voluptuous woman only tried to assist with, "And you've been taking it out on us in an attempt to get absolutely plowed."

The warm, richly green light was sparkled with opalescent flickers as Farah turned to look at me, and just as her mouth opened I slammed the entirety of my length into her drenched cunt, cutting her off.

Her happy groan was music to my ears, and I began to move, "What I think you've wanted ever since we met up today was this. My cock burried inside you, slamming into you hard enough to make even your wonderfully fat ass bounce, flooding your womb with cum…" Wrapping my tail around her waist for stability, I shifted again, hiking her even higher off the bed, knees dangling even as I planted a bare foot on her face and pinning it to the bed as I sawed my member in and out of her soaked cunt, ""You wanted this, didn't you you eager little slut."

The way her walls undulated around me, coaxing me even deeper should've been the first warning.

While one of her hands clenched in the sheets, Farah's feet somehow found the purchase to push her ass up further to meet my hips, and her other hand came to dance across the sensitive top of the foot pinning her down as she twisted in place just enough that she could mock a kiss to my sole, "Mm, are you going to claim my fertile womb like you did Opala's? Fill my eager pussy with your virile loads until you make my belly swell?" Her voice liquid sex as she purred, "Are you going to enslave me to this hot, thick, juicy pride?"

Oh- uh, I-... I guess now we know where Sticky Fingers comes from.

"Mother!" Opala's reprimand was enough to break me from the admittedly stunned state I was in.

Tail around her waist and one hand on the small of Farah's back, I accepted that I was going to have to pull out all the stops.

"And what if I am, Farah?" My hips slammed into hers hard enough that her full ass bounced, her breasts squished against the bed as I let the potential in my mind guide me, grinding the entirety of my length against her g-spot even as my tail feathered across her clit just out of synch with my thrusts. "What if, after meeting Opala and you I decided that I wanted to claim you, to wrap your holes around my cock," a pointedly hard thrust, "To collar the entire royal family," a twist of the shroud and thought and a leash snapped out from my hand to form a collar around Farah's neck without catching her hair, and that finally got a look of surprise.

Something I immediately attempted to capitalize on, pressing deep into her and leaning in even as I pulled back gently on the leash, "To parade around my women, to show off the wonders I'd enslaved to my cock, to knock you all up and claim your hot little cunts as mine?"

Struck by inspiration, I pulled my foot off of her face, easing back even as I pulled on the leash, hand on her lower back only making the voluptuous matriarch arch her back further and letting me reach even deeper inside her with every thrust. And I created something based on what I'd encountered earlier today.

I didn't know the material, only that it was what high quality dildos were made of, but an exceptionally intricate vibrator based on the toy she had purchased earlier today was formed, a faux dick even larger than mine, I pressed the bulbous tip to the pucker of her ass. "What if that is what I'm doing?"

The dildo pushed into her clenching rear easily and smoothly, to Farah's grunting appreciation; and even as she gasped for breath, her walls rippled around me, coaxing me even deeper.

So I activated the vibrate function in the faux cock, making her gasp.

"What's a naughty, dirty, eager little slut like you going to do?" I growled.

Farah smirked up at me, "Let me know when you get started."

…

We are going to fucking ruin her.

Agreed.

"Opala, dear? I believe I need to discipline your mother if you'd help me?"

While she did giggle, the queen crawled over the sheets towards us.

-oOo-

By the time I finally collapsed back, flooding Farah's womb with sperm for the final time for the night and sending the gorgeous MILF to collapse onto my chest, I'd shot at least seven more loads into her.

She'd been captured by my fourth orgasm, but even as her own exaggeratedly slutty 'wedding dress' had spread across her skin, that hadn't meant I'd won yet. Even with the input of Sticky Fingers and Koya's attempts to help, I hadn't been able to tell how many times Farah climaxed. It was just too hard to tell the difference between 'ecstatic orgasm' and her skills at pleasure both physical and visual.

Opala, who had been adding oral assistance, crawled up to join her mother in laying atop my chest, and I did the opposite of object. Shifting, trying to ignore the sweat-slicked skin sliding against mine as I moved Farah enough to the side that Opala could join her in using me as a pillow.

I'd used Opala's newfound Shroud against her to ensure she was pleasured, generating toys and while I focused my attentions on neutralizing the erotically existential threat that was Farah in the bedroom.

"We're going to have to actually talk about this." I panted out. At some point in the night, I'd expended enough power that my anima had started to flare up, a deep, forest green and half-there flame with petal-like flickers of rainbow light that enveloped me like so many anime 'battle auras' did. It cast the room in beautiful light, drowning out the limited light of the few remaining candles.

"In the morning." Opala insisted even as she settled in, nuzzling my neck and entangling her legs with mine.

"Mmmmm~" Fara simply hummed happily as she wrapped herself around me, massive breasts smooshed against my chest as she found herself a comfortable position entangled with me and her daughter–

She was kicking her goddamn feet like a giddy schoolgirl.

"I haven't had a night like that in a long time," Farah stretched out to place a little kiss on the underside of my chin, "And so rarely from a single man~"

While mystically I wasn't tapped out, that last orgasm had been a struggle to achieve. Even using every advantage I had and literally magical bullshit to keep going beyond human limits, the older woman sounded more like she had done some light exercise.

"You are unbelievable," placing a small kiss atop Farah's head, "In an amazing way." I looked to Opala, "How do you handle her?"

"I generally don't." The smaller woman admitted, shooting her mother a droll look.

"Mm, you flatter me young man." Farah said, smiling up at me, emerald eyes accentuated by the framing of my intangible anima as her fingers traced little whorls on my sweat-soaked skin, "You are quite nice yourself, you and your beautiful, hung cock made this mature woman feel like a young girl again"

I chuckled, "I mean… I don't have it yet, but eternal youth is entirely within the ability of my employers."

Farah perked up, raising up from my chest, "Truly-?"

Only to have her head grabbed and pulled back down by Opala, who grunted and reiterated, "In the morning."

"In the morning." I agreed with an admittedly relieved sigh, settling into the damp sheets.

Caked in sweat, both mine and theirs, splattered with various other sexual fluids, we weren't much cleaner than the bed. And that ignored strands of hair plastered to us, not to mention the absolute mess that had been made of my tail with the various ways I'd used the appendage tonight… and yet in spite of my exhaustion? I felt exhilarated. An electric buzz under my skin and feeling the licking of the flames and embers of my anima wrap around the beautiful women.

"Can you put out the light…?" Opala murmured, burying her face against my skin.

"Sorry, it'll go away on its own soon." Anima control was something Exalts could learn, but it was hard and snuffing out that light always hurt. You rev that engine you light up. "I don't have a ton of control over that."

"Mm. Can you put out the candles?"

"The few still lit?" I still didn't know how to use Mind Hand Manipulation as an Infernal, but this was a sort of spell that came easily to me as a Mage. A mere Compelling of the flames, already near to exhausting their fuel in a room with the soft desert winds? It was easy to collect the threads of combustion and snap them with a wave and twist of my hand.

Actually…

With some thought and effort, I reached up and caught a hold of the 'light' of my anima, it was… a lot, a mix of primal power and light at the same time, something I could barely see even when looking at it, much like my own nose. It wasn't something I could see an easy way to make invisible, but finding a way to make it less obvious to Opala and Farah's eyes? Entirely doable.

I applied the spells via a little kiss onto the tops of their heads, earning a happy little sigh from Opala as she snuggled.

With a soft sigh myself, I settled back in.

While, sure, I was going to have to spend a significant amount of time getting clean tomorrow morning in the baths, as well as brushing out my tail, discussing what the royals had roped themselves into, not to mention trying to figure out what the blatantly obvious inhumanity I'd displayed might mean for Osira's spies and her response to me, as she was still my main goal in this setting…

I'll make a note, sir. My internal hypercompetent secretary noted calmly.

Happier, Koya? I teased, luxuriating not only in how I was now big enough for both of these beautiful women to lay mostly atop my chest and use me as a pillow. I actually captured them.

In the most infuriating way. Koyanskaya said primly before admitting, It is… acceptable. Do you intend to actually capture Osira?

Humming contentedly, I wrapped my arms around the royals waists, If the current trend holds, it'll happen on its own by me just being me.

My optimism was, frankly, unwarranted.

A.N. 2 Electric Boogaloo - This is much better than it was originally going to be, the love confession was always intended, but doing it here actually worked better than I expected. Thankfully, the next chapter is likely to be a lot easier to get out.

This is actually not quite canonical Farah, she's often far more agreeable, but I've been writing her as a bit brattier than she often canonically is because SNAPdoriol, our Thotfox, is closer in age to her than her daughters, which is actually unusual for the protagonists of this series.

Also: Damnit industrious! I was going to do the Merlin reference! But I write slower so he got it out first so now it looks like I'm copying/taking inspiration from him rather than the other way around.

Anyways, commentary and criticism are always appreciated.