Refuge in Audacity (Original/Isekai Chapter 9)
Every marriage interview after Alice Bloomfield's had been deeply enjoyable. That's really all I can say about it.
After deflowering Lady Bloomfield, I expected well...I expected outcry. I expected to have to fight her father and make an example off of him on why one shouldn't try and fuck with me.
Rather...things continued as normal. The letter I got from the Bloomfields seem...standard. It was the usual thing of 'thank you of considering our daughter as a marriage candidate, and we hope to set up another interview, as you haven't chosen anyone yet' etcetera, etcetera.
It almost seemed like...they didn't know about how that marriage interview went. Or maybe they did and are trying to act like nothing happened? But no, if they did there would have been something more implicit in the letter. Maybe some hidden threat that isn't a threat, or some nudging that they assume I chose Alice as my fiancee and are glad for it? But there was nothing like that in there.
I did get a small note hidden in the letter's envelop from Alice, telling me that she enjoyed our time, dreams of seeing me again, and had been getting more interested in physical exercise because of me.
"Like dancing!"
The words seem hastily written at the end of the note. Subtle as always, Alice.
Over the next five months after my first meeting with Alice Bloomfield, my marriage interviews were mostly, well...
"Your, your Highness, is this...is this really dancing?" Asked Lady Milla Malbury.
"Of course, it is simply a more intense form. I told you I would show you how dancing can be like swordplay, and this is how." I replied.
I have already met Milla Malbury before, in an interview prior to Alice's. But even before meeting her, I hear her name a lot as one of the noble girls Rhedia 'implied' would be a good match for me, and I should tailor my interests to hers.
"Your H-Highness, I feel, I feel your, your thing against, against my stomach." Milla moaned as she spoke, her face already red, and her eyes glazed over from the sheer sensations running through her. "I feel...hot. Weird hot. Good hot."
"It's fine~. Dancing is about understanding your partner's body and rhythm to move in harmony with it. A deeper intimacy is natural. My body is also much warmer too, although I would say that would happen regardless from how adorable you are."
"A-adorable?!"
Was it petty that I was using all my knowledge of the female body, and Sex Magic spells to make her intoxicated with pleasure, all because my bitch of a Caretaker, used to recommend her a lot as a wife for me before I even met her?
Very much so, but I couldn't help how much fun it was, turning this regal girl focused on swordsmanship, into lust filled simpleton.
All too soon, the dancing turn into dirty dancing, and the dirty dancing turn into really dirty dancing.
As we were moving, I turned her around, held her against me swaying all the while, and my bulged crotch against butt. Finally I let myself enjoy this ripe fruit, and pulled out my hard rod and stuck it into her drenched cunt.
"Prince! Prince! I can't, I can't staaa--Ah!--nd!" Milla moaned as I hugged and fucked her from behind.
I tried to fuck her doggy-style while standing, but after a while I took simpler and more fun option of hugging her from behind, and using her like a sexdoll. After all, since Milla was fun-sized, why not have fun with her? I smirked at how she was barely standing on her toes.
"That's okay, Milla. Stop worrying about having control, and let go. I'll hold you. Just let me hold you. Feel me. Take me!" I kissed her neck, feeling her whale in pleasure louder and louder as my hips smacked into her harder and harder taking her off the ground with each thrust, before I simply turned her around and use my magic enhanced strength to actually use her as a fleshlight.
"Aaah, haaa, aaaah, mmmm, aaah!"
I think Lady Malbury got a new hobby she can discuss with Lady Bloomfield from this meeting. She certainly was looking forward to our next one.
My marriage interviews just became like a booty call for me. In that new girls were to be initiated into experiencing lust and euphoria and get addicted to sex with me, while ones I met before know what they were there for.
Honestly, semi-naive, sheltered--or sometimes maybe-not-so sheltered girls--rich girls who don't have experience with the opposite sex hitting on them? Seducing them was almost too easy.
After a while I made it a game for myself.
How much can I limit my Sex Magic and still succeed? How much can I get away with, and or, managed to tempt a girl with just charm and knowledge on body pleasure?
"Aaahm, Prince Aidan, ummm, is this, do we need to sit this close?" Lady Melody Cantorla, a friend of Lady Bloomfield, said while licking her lips, and staring at me with wide eyes failing badly at hiding her arousal.
"Of course, I want to hear your lovely voice clearly and not miss a single note of it." I said, while having Lady Cantrola sitting on my lap sideways, as I hugged her waist. Naturally she was sitting on my very notable erection.
"Okay," she bit her lower lip. "I'll begin now, your Highness."
As she sang, I move my fingers lightly touching area that would send sparks along her body. Moving one hand with the music, and playfully tracing her body as she sang.
I have to say, she was surprisingly disciplined in her singing, as she not often missed a note, despite my 'distracting' actions.
"Lllaaaaaaaaaa-aaaAAAAAHHH!!"
I have to admit, I felt ashamed of myself, that I finally broke her focus by flicking one of her pronounced nipples through her shirts, as she was at the peak of her heated simulation, causing her to climax.
At least her orgasm coincided with her final note in the song. It really made it a great performance.
She could no longer sit up, and I let her rest on my body.
"Now," I smiled at her panting, anticipating face. "Let's see what other sounds I can have you make."
When the rumors finally started about how I was womanizer, seducing every girl I lay my eyes on--according to Ella--they surprisingly started from within the royal castle, and not from the outside in.
Apparently, the noble girls were more or less tight-lipped on what went on in the 'marriage interviews', so most of the rumors, started from the castle staff inevitable gossip. Not unexpected, but I honestly thought the rumors would begin in the noble houses' territories, since I figured, they would eventually gossip and tell someone. Or talk about it with one of their friends, and it would start from there. I mean, I even fucked a noble girl and her maid once. It was only after the fact that I realized it was my first threesome. (If you don't count that time with Lachniya and Natalie as it was a life or death situation. Or that time with Lachniya and Alice as I didn't fuck Lachniya then and she was only assisting in turning on Alice.)
The general more told rumors never mentioned as specific girl by name, which was likely something done by the noble houses the rumors reached, to protect their reputation while damaging mine. Jokes on them, I don't see this as bad rep.
The funny and unexpected part though?
The marriage interviews never stopped. Noble families kept sending me their daughters. None of them wanting to admit to worrying about a rumor, or wanting to admit it was their daughter that I slept with. So they had to keep up the normal act.
Any noble girl I previously met, her family sent her again and again, as many times as she wanted, as they didn't want to admit she's been ruined and a sex addict for me. They had to show that 'no, we're just trying to win the Prince's fiancee's position for our girl'.
Their pride was amazing.
Amazingly entertaining.
They would try to warn their girls to not be taken in or swayed by honeyed words; or the funnier one, tell them to seduce me.
"So my Lord, I heard you're a veee~erry skilled dancer. Can you please show me? Pretty please." Lady Sera Hathroth flashed her eyes at me, and placed her hands on my knee.
Really?
I couldn't help raising an eyebrow, at this sad, blatant attempt.
Ten minutes later.
"OH, OH, OH YES!"
"Now as I taught you. Use your words, what are you?"
"YOUR CUMDUMP, MY PRINCE! YOUR ETERNALLY WILLFUL THREE-HOLED SLUT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!"
The Hathroths' plan failed.
...Like, what did they expect?
The rumors continued. About how I was an insatiable seducer, with a never ending craving for cardinal pleasure. That the Demon Queen was actually containing my urges, rather than me holding her back from destroying Ereon. That any girl who came to see me in my marriage interviews would undoubtedly be ruined and mind broken to wanting nothing more than my touch. That I wanted nothing more than to make all women my sex slaves, and would do so when I become king.
The ones I fucked were usually because they were sent to manipulate me, spy on me, even onetime adorably threaten and or blackmail me. Then there were the ones who just annoyed me with their shallowness, or haughtiness. Those I just wanted to breakdown from their high horses.
Those rumors were ridiculous, but it's true that I did enjoy turning those noble girls into sluts.
Every. Single. One.
...Well, not really. It wasn't all of them.
There were actually a sizable number noble girls that I didn't sleep with, and just had a normal meeting and conversation.
I just simply didn't choose them because we didn't click, or have many shared interests. Mainly though, it was because...they were just normal teenage girls. Some where arrogant and ignorant, but weren't ultimately bad people. They just were born into nobility and had expectations from life and the people around them due to their station.
"It is so high up here!" Lady Nora Quintin loudly exclaimed as she skipped along the castle walls walkway.
"Really, is the Quintin castle not as high?" I asked, with a relaxed smile. Surprisingly, I actually did feel calm and relaxed in this interview.
"No! No where near this. Really, Papa should stop being lazy, saying it would 'cost too much time and human resources'--whatever that means--and renovate our home to be this big. That way I can see all our lands!" Nora said while wildly gesturing to the city around and within the royal castle. Her smile was infectious.
"Human resources means the people, the workers who would take on such a large considerable task of adding more floors to your castle, or even more arduous, remake the building from the ground up." I explained what I believed her father's point of view was.
"So? Why is that so hard? It would give more peasants more work, and thus a lot of pay." She pouted with her hands on her hips.
"It's not that simple. First, where will you live while your castle is being rebuild?" I asked, taking this thought exercise bit by bit.
"That's easy, our summer home!" She smiled widely again.
"Alright, expect to be there for a few years." I said.
"Y-YEARS!" She cried out, covering her mouth from the shock. "B-but why!? It should take only a few hours , maybe a day or two at most. There is Forge Magic after all!"
"Yes, Forge Magic is a thing. Your discovery of it's capabilities is astonishing." She pouted at my quip at her, but didn't seem truly mad, judging by her sticking her tongue at me. "But people can't just make a castle fully formed, even with Forge Magic. No one has that amount of magical energy. Even a group of people together can't chain-link a spell to make a castle, due to how difficult synchronization can be the more people there are in a chain-link spell." I explained to an attentive Lady Quintin. "People can make individual parts of the castle, like bricks, or pillars etc. But they have to individually install each one, and make sure layer is stable, before building on top of it. This process isn't something they can skim over, or do lightly, but one the architects would go over with a fine comb, to make sure it is done accurately and as perfect as they can. Well, any good architect, at least."
"O-okay, I can...survive not living in castle for years." She said, the thought looking heavy for her. I couldn't help but smile at her cuteness.
"Then, there is also the money involved in demolition the old castle to build the new one, and the cost of building the new one. Something like that would make a sizable dent in your father's coffins."
"WHAT? People make money destroying stuff!" She focused on that particular point.
"Well, in demolition jobs they do."
"So if I go and punch holes in a wall, I can make some allowance, rather than ask Papa when he's grounding me?" Her eyes seemed to shine at the idea.
"Nnnooooo. That's not how that works."
I spend the rest of the marriage interview explaining how demolition jobs work, supply and demand with an extra bit expanding on what 'supply' can mean, as well as how her father makes money from his inherited businesses, rather than it appearing from the ether.
Again, she's a good kid, but really not suitable as a queen.
Then at the height of the rumors about me, there was a marriage interview that pissed me off.
I was walking in the garden with my latest fiancee candidate, with Lachniya walking close by, and the girl's parents sitting far back nervously observing us.
My thought were spinning as I wondered why the Allens--A baronet ranked noble house--sent their daughter for this marriage interview. Nobles don't have to try and get their daughters to marry me. Some families can and have not attempted to send a request for a marriage interview for their daughters. Those who do are either throwing their bid in to see if they get lucky, or are actively trying to better their position because they believe they have the advantage in money and power.
Some noble families however--especially those on the lower end of the rankings--didn't bother at all except to send a letter wishing me luck in finding a future wife, as they didn't have the resources or more importantly the prestige to try and request for me to meet their daughter.
Some started to do so as I accepted basically every request that came. Almost all of those interviews were normal ones--with nothing explicit happening--but I didn't find a match as those noble girls, even low ranking ones, weren't ones I could see the talent to be a ruler in.
I felt a tug at my sleeve, and looked to see Lady Tia Allen holding up a flower for me.
"For you." Tia said raising her arm as high as she could.
"Thank you." I moved to take the flower when she pulled her arm back.
"Hair." She said determinedly. "Can I put it?"
A smiled stretched on my lips, as I kneeled down, and let the littlest noble catgirl place the flower behind my ear.
"I humble accept your gift, Lady Tia." I said with my hand over my heart, acting just like a prince should. It was one of the rare moments, were I followed the Royal Etiquette lessons willingly.
Tia nodded, before quickly turning away, trying to appear stoic and failing badly as she smiled and blush at my thanks. She then saw a ball--one of the many toys I ordered to be brought to the garden--and moved to play with it, before stopping, and staring with barely trembling lips, to get my permission.
I chuckled and patted her head.
"Go ahead. Any toy you like, you can play with." Her eyes lit up, even as she shook her head, and gave me a serious nod before heading for the toys. "Lachniya, can you look after her? Just watch over her, and make sure she doesn't get hurt. Also take care not to use any strength at all around or with her, as she's just a child, okay?"
"O..." Lachniya seemed really confused and out of her element ever since this interview began. I guess she was too used to the ones she usually joined in, that this was a very bizarre experience for her. "Okay." She slowly moved toward Tia with clumsy firm steps, likely worried about any of her strength hurting the catgirl.
I turned an headed to Tia's parents as I couldn't hide my annoyance any longer. Tia was a mere child. Eight years old. She was way too young even for normal marriage interviews--and not royal ones--as those take place at least when the noble child turned eleven to twelve.
As I walked toward the Allens they were nervous and jittery even, more so than when they were just observing me and Lachniya were interacting with their daughter.
I asked them politely why they sent a request for a marriage interview with how young their daughter was, and to not bullshit me. Thankfully after only a bit of hesitation, they caved in, with the wife even balling in tears, as her husband, the Allen Head, explained his family's tough situation of inherited debt of his father and brother that belonged to a Count Yorath. A cruel count that not only they couldn't repay with their small, failing textile business, but also couldn't go against him or the sick ways he 'suggested' they pay him back with. Something he apparently did in regular fashion to those in-debt, all for his twisted amusement.
I calmly nodded, and told them I understood and that they don't have to worry. No, I am not taking their daughter's virtue; I have fucking limits, thank you very much.
In order for them to hold on and maybe even improve their reputations, I had some of Gabriel's men disguise themselves as merchants, and buy all of the Allens' products, with even extra pay on what the clothes' cost. This way, it would seem like the Allen Head paid his debts with his own efforts, and not have any possible stigma on him, as having asked me for a favor as possible used his daughter to have done so (At that moment, I hated that my reputation made it difficult to help the guy right away).
I had Ella travel to Count Yorath territory, the Hills of Wallowtip, , in the case of the unfortunate event that the good Count, tried to do something to the Allens when they have succeeded in getting out of his web. Surely he would forget about them, now that their debt was paid, right?
Sadly, and in a way, predictably, the Wallowtip County had a vacancy a week later.
In other news the Allens rose in rank to Baron, their family was safe and whole, and little Tia now message me on her 'adventures' around her new and bigger house, and sends me candy she wanted to share with me in her letters. This reminds me of someone.
[Royal Etiquette reached LV. 6]
[Unlockable Trait rewarded: Princely Charm]
At the end, those normal 'good' noble girls just wanted to be teenage girls (or in the case of Tia, just normal little girls having normal childhoods). That was fine for them, but what I wanted, what I needed, was a girl who could be Queen.
However, as I rose up from my bed, from my latest 'marriage interviews' surrounded by multiple bodies of noble girls and Lachniya around me, I wondered if I was sabotaging my own efforts. I mean, clearly meeting with five girls at once wasn't making my search for the right fiancee candidate go any quicker.
Wait a minute. One, two, three, four, five, six...
I counted the girls in my bed and including Lachniya they should be six. There were seven.
Oh, it was one of the maids working here in the castle. Huh, I finally expanded my repertoire of maids and I didn't even notice it.
This one is...I focused on her face. Ah! Lucy. I think this was the voyeuristic one, who kept trying to have the duty of serving food and drinks during the 'marriage interviews', so she can watch the action later on after I dismiss the servants. I think she might have even been there the first time I took Lady Bloomfield.
Huh. Neat.
...I have stopped taking these marriage interviews seriously, haven't I?
With how wild and intense my debauched life was going, there was a point where I should have stopped. I think after the sevensome I have crossed that point and should pull back.
One morning, I had quiet the ruckus disturb my tranquil routine.
"P-p-please, Lady Bloomfield! You can't just enter his Highness's room. There is decorum to be followed." I heard the stuttering voice of of one of the higher castle staff.
"Decorum? Decorum!? Did the Prince show decorum when he met my daughter many times, and is yet to accept her as his one true fiancee!" A loud authoritative female voice shouted, before the doors to my room was flung open.
The maid who were dressing me flinched from the Noble lady's entrance. Yes, I have a group of maid dress me. No it is not a sex thing, but actually their job. Apparently, if I wanted to do the mature thing to dressing myself, I would have to fire them. Which is bullshit, but that's expectations of royalty for you.
Oh right, I should focus on the shouting noble lady.
"Prince Aidan! My daughter's honor demands you take her hand. This farce you're indulging in has gone on long enough!" The one who intruded into my room, was Alicia Fashonia Bloomfield. The official Lady of the House Bloomfield, and Alice Bloomfield's mother.
"Leave." With a small gesture, all the servants and staff, left the room. There was thankfully still the tray the maids bring in the morning with tea and snack was left behind, so hopefully I should be able to calm the woman down over drinks. "Lady Bloomfield, please rest from your travel to this humble abode. I will listen to any grievances you have, so please," I gestures to the chairs. "Let's talk as the civilized nobles we are. Anger shouldn't rule our conduct."
I expected that she would be still pissed off, that it would take a few more tries, for her to at least calm down enough to talk without shouting.
...Surprisingly, she did sit down without shouting at me, after only glaring at me for a while. Lucky me.
Still, it is obvious that she's here after learning about her daughter's more hands on experience in bedroom action, and wants recompense for her daughter's worth. I guess, she couldn't accept the denial act, all the other nobles were doing.
This is a delicate situation, and I have to maneuver carefully.
As I served the elder Lady Bloomfield a cup of tea, with all the poise and manner I had, along with all the charisma I could muster, a single thought went through me.
I have cross a fine line with how obscene I have been living my life, and maybe I should stop.
"I'm sure we can reach an understanding that would calm your heart, and bring you satisfaction." I placed a hand over my heart and smiled beatifically at her, actually managing a elicit a blush that even she's surprised to be feeling. She hid her face behind the tea cup she began to drink from (Like daughter, like mother I guess).
I mean, she's a married woman and NTR is a trash fetish but...
But let's keep going and see what happens.
...
...About two hours later.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes! Oh my Prince, keep going. I never felt like this, YYEEEESSS!"
On a couch, in nearly the same way as her daughter, I had Alicia Bloomfield bouncing her hip on my cock, while I was sucking and biting on her tits.
"That's right. Mmmmmm, do you like that? Do you like sucking on my bosoms? Like a baby, do you want to call me 'mommy'?" She smiled with longing anticipation.
I stopped moving as I felt an intense rage in me, transmitted through my glare. There was only one person I would call that, I met them once, and they were gone forever. I don't want a replacement.
Alicia was startled, somehow even with my mouth on her breast, she felt fear strike at her, and quickly amended what she said.
"R-right, sorry. How about 'auntie'? Is auntie, okay?" She said her lust coming back to the forefront again. I let go of her tit.
"Yes, Auntie Alicia, I want you to feel good even more. To feel good and happy much much more." I said as innocently as I can, which just revved up her core even higher.
"YES! YES! What a good boy!" She shouted as she bounce once more, while I used all the knowledge I had to play with her body and nerve like a fine tuned instrument to completion.
Still haven't found the right girl to be my wife and queen, but I'm not complaining, I like how my life is going.
Personal Info:
Name: Aidan Vealfas Rowan Atlas Chavagner
Titles: Crown Prince of Ereon, Bloody Smile Prince, Future King of Ereon, Master of the Demon Queen, Bringer of Heaven Fiery Wrath, Debauched Prince, Plower of a Hundred Fields, The Fucking Prince
Age: 14
Condition: Very Satisfied
Stats:
Strength: 97
Durability: 156
Dexterity: 108
Speed: 92
Mental Calculation: 127
Memory Capacity: 173
Aether Control: 135
Mana Capacity: 117
Skills:
Royal Etiquette:
Swordsmanship:
Kingdom Governance:
Status Magic:
-Sex Magic:
Bedroom Arts:
Presence Detection:
Combat Sense:
Street Fighting:
Knife Catching:
Traits:
Firm Stride: A leap of faith. The confidence of madmen. The ability to not hesitate once a decision is made, and to walk forward with open eyes.
Vengeance Torment: Cold-blooded torture. Pain repaid a hundred fold. The ability to inflict pain and suffering on others without being bother or affected by their screams and tears, or seeing blood and gore.
King's Presence: The air of a ruler. The aura of a leader of men. The ability to captivate attention and project authority to your subjects. When you act like a king, people will listen when you speak, and remember you when you leave.
Princely Charm: Unlockable Trait granted at Royal Etiquette LV. 6; A regal aura. An air of refinement. The romanticized charisma of royalty in fiction, allowing you to appear more glamorous, innocent and alluring to others. Those of the opposite sex or bisexual would more open to hearing you out.
The Body is Willing: Unlockable Trait acquired upon reaching Durability 150. You no longer suffer physical fatigue. You can still feel mental stress and fatigue, but for as long as able you can exercise your body until you physically can't.
Mug Shot: Unlockable Trait acquired upon reaching Memory Capacity 150. You don't forget a face. Given a face and a name to match and you never forget a person. Talk to them for one conversation and you don't forget their personality or mannerisms.
?????????? ?????? POV
My name was...
Actually what my name was doesn't matter.
My name is Maristella Françoise Pamolai Brokkr.
Daughter of Noland Ozpin Richter Brokkr, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Ereon.
That comment about what my name was not mattering?
That's right, I have been reincarnated as the main villainess from the otome game "Love Across the Regalia".
Tomorrow I'm suppose to meet my finance, the Crowned Prince Aidan Chavagner. Except this character that was only mentioned in the prologue of the game. Hell, I think he was only mention in one paragraphed about how he died, and that set the stage for the story of the game. Not only that, but everything I heard about him was how he was a womanizing pervert who never wears clothes, and has the Demon Queen, the final boss of the game, walk on all four following him with a collar and a leash.
What the hell is going on with this setting and what am I suppose to do!?