The next day, 12th day of Tuh-nom-tsal, 537 AC(Age of the Crown), Winter finally came and it came with full force. Snow blanketed everything in sight, and I've never felt a cold weather more severe. Even inside the castle I wore thick, fur-lined cloak of sable over a heavy wool tunic, layered with a finely woven cashmere undershirt, and leathered gloves insulated with fleece. I completed the get-up with heavy boots and a fur hat I found silly. Neither of these I was willing to take off but today was also the start of another 7 days since my last [Copy] so I have no choice.
Penelope is the next target, but I need to see if I can improve my chances of getting her to my side. If she refuse my advances I won't force her yet, there are too many for me. I will just go to an earth mage. There's nothing amongst the earth mages that really interest me, but maybe if I get earth arts or something I would be able to use my [Appraisal] on objects. After the earth mage I will try Penelope two or more times before giving up.
A cowgirl bowed nervously as she passed me by, and my cock twitched. Those massive tits of theirs do things to me that I can't understand. The rough strips of fabric, hastily wrapped around her, barely clung to her skin, revealing more than it concealed. The edges of the cloth strained against her curves, the knots seeming ready to give way at any moment.
I shook my head and continued walking. A fast eaten food is a wasted food. I'm too busy for now. I will branch off to the wife's room, since I'm yet to see her since she came back, then I will go find Penelope.
The two knights stayed outside as I walked into Isadora's room. An all white large room with beautiful touches of gold. She was still in bed, though not sleeping, and by the side, by the ajar doors of luxurious wardrobe room was a surprised addition, Eowyn.
"I can't say I'm not surprised that you are still with us" I said, walking to her.
"Druid tradition" she said, returning to what she was doing. "The mother of the bride stays with her for a month, for assistance and education. Since her mother is no more it falls on me"
"How generous and bold" I teased, snuggling against her, hands around her and head resting on her shoulder. My semi-erect dick was tightly pressed against her soft behind and it was exciting. I smooched on her neck. "Are you not bothered I will make you give in?"
My hands were sensually traveling to her bosom when she finally shoved me away in her usual lackadaisical fashion.
"You have so much around you that you forget you have a new wife," she said without judgement, almost amused. "I am sure I will be fine"
I laughed softly at the rejection, smacking her butt gently in what would seem like two friends messing around, or at least I wanted her to think that.
"Hello beautiful" I said to the wife. She smiled awkwardly. I sat on the bed, next to her, and gave her a kiss. She didn't reject it, but she wasn't forthcoming either. "Have you chosen your personal maidens yet?"
She shook her head. She was out of danger but she's yet to be particularly comfortable around me. That would probably change after our first night together but I'm not particularly interested as of now.
I gave her a reassuring smile. "You are queen" I said to her, "whatever you want just ask for it"
We shared a departing kiss then I stood up and left. She's important to Eowyn and I can use her to score more points.
I told the knights to return to their positions because I wanted to go to Penelope alone. She was with her daughters when I came in. One of them was almost naked and instantly scurried back into the dress room.
"I would have thought you would be inviting us to your chambers when you need us" Penelope said calmly.
"That's for strictly for lust. For you it is more than that" I replied, already taking off my hat and gloves for it was so warm in the room that I was already sweating in my heavy clothes.
"How flattering" she mocked, then as though to have noticed. "Where are your knights?"
"Do I need them?" I asked, feigning confusion, already out of the heavy clothes.
She considered me for a few moments then resigned. "What is it you want?" she asked, "Beyond bedding, that is"
I smiled faintly. "What would it take to bring you to my side?" I offered, calmly going closer to them. The other girl who had ran into the dress room was yet to come out, and the mother's rage was beginning to resemble that of her daughter's.
She calmed her daughter with a look then returned to me
"Mocking the fallen is a dangerous path to tread, your majesty" she sneered
"But I do not mock" I was now close to her, inches apart. My gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips, lingering there for a moment, showing lust, then returned to her eyes. "I'm very serious. It would be a shame for someone like you to waste out"
I collected her lower lip and sucked on it gently.
Though I kinda expected it, it rocked me. It was a pressurized water spearhead that was meant to puncture through my neck but met my skin shield instead.
I recovered immediately and with a flick of a hand the daughter was hurled across the room. Her legs scrapped against the floor as she skidded backwards, unable to resist the force of the magic that moved her. And as soon as she was at the end she was dragged back, suspended just above ground, blood trickling down her nostrils.
"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!" Penelope screamed, her voice trembling with panic. I figured her to be a mother hen and was counting on her being without weapon to survive long enough to leverage her daughters but apparently she's not the aggressive type.
"Your daughters are the reason you are still here, are they not?" I asked casually, still in control of the girl. "Aside from waiting for a chance to hurt me, of course."
"Let her go" her voice was low and threatening.
"You see, one thing that gives me advantage over most people is that they don't know what I'm capable of" I smiled. The girl fell to the floor in a crumpled heap as I let go. Her mother rushed to her side, frantically checking for injuries, trying to rouse her from the pain-induced daze.
"She'll be fine," I assured her as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Have your other daughter take her to the temple. We don't have much time."
I watched as she bit back her anger, then exhaled slowly.
"Elsie..." she called
The girl waited few moments before she stepped out. Whether it was shyness or fear, I couldn't tell, but she avoided looking my way. We both watched in silence as she struggled to help her sister until they finally left the room.
"So, what do you say?" I asked at the close of the door.
She stared at me, giving time for her rage to permit her to speak without doing something rash.
"You killed my son," she said at last, her voice trembling with fury. "You killed my husband, took our lands, and kidnapped my daughters. And now, you want me on your side?"
"You can't pretend not to understand why those happened after what you did to me and the kingdom," I said. "What's done is done. If you're interested in moving forward, I'm willing to listen."
She considered me again. She seems the type to assess alot.
"Let my daughters go and I will consider it"
I shook my head. "No, that's not an option." I said, "Besides they are better off here"
"Then spare them your bed!"
I laughed. I can work with that. Besides one is a water mage, the other unawakened. It's not much of a loss.
"Is that all?"
"I need control of our lands you took"
I feigned giving it some thought "That's complicated with the things I have planned for it" I said, "We will think of something. Now--"
She stared at me, a moment of resistance, then the beautiful mature Penelope stripped, my eyes devouring her nudity. She was most curvaceous, her hips wide. Her breasts were full and pendulous and capped with rosy buds that swelled under my intense stare. Her milky thighs swept up to the mossy juncture that was of the greatest interest to me. The hair on her mount was thick and bushy; below this mass, there peeped a delicious pink slit that invited penetration.
"Gorgeous" I couldn't help but say. If it had any effect she wasn't in a rush to show so I brought out Helene's vial and gulp it down in one try. I could feel it's effects kicking in as I approached. I clasped her face with both hands and aggressively attacked her lips with mine giving the perception of total abandonment to lust. The kiss, though one sided, deepened and became more voracious, my hands traveling all over before finally settling on her ass, grasping it. I could not play pretend for long before the lust got hold of me and I was fumbling, trying to insert my dick as we stood. It finally went in. I gave one upward shove that fairly lifted her off of her legs with a delicious gasp from her. I was quick to began savagely fucking, ramming the pole into her again and again until I thought she would scream and my dick would emerge from the other side. It was incredible as always and I soon felt the mounting pressure in my balls and dick that indicated I was close.
"Don't do it inside" I heard her say, and I clutched unto her tighter for fear she might push me away the last second. In a moment, I was spurting jets of thick cum into the not so eager receptacle while my body spasmed from the peaking act. I laid on her, breathing hard, and very grateful that it never gets old.
The prompt came and I waved it aside.
"...i can still conceive" she said out of nowhere when I detached from her. Cum dripped from her hairy pussy, and my dick was still heavy and tall.
"I would hope so," I said, returning to the bed, facing her. "The most important part of our deal would be incomplete without it"
She said nothing. The noble women of this world are masters of masking their thoughts and emotions so I wasn't troubled about her. I will be counting on the selfishness of human nature to be alive.
"Come" I motioned. "There's no way you are satisfied with just that"
It matters when they come to you with their own legs, and so much can be said from those steps, even when they try to mask it.
She came, maintained eye contact as she straddled me. Without the use of a hand, forced the swollen bulb past the taut, soiled lips which slid easily apart to receive it. With a slam she plunged the entire length into her forcing a groan from me and a smile, and she began to ride.
No doubt about it. She's going to kill me. No matter what.
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Penelope refused the King's offer for knight escorts, choosing to go alone. As she approached the temple her body has almost stopped trembling. She had never been violated before. She had thought taking control would make it more enduring but it made her feel worse.
She stopped before the temple doors, moving to the side, by the pillars, giving herself more time to regain composure as much as she could. After a few moments, she took an exaggerated breath in, let it out, then walked through the doors with the calm and grace of a high-ranking noble. The inside was not entirely empty but far from busy either. She told an acolyte of her purpose and she was led to the living quarters of the temple.
The moment her daughters saw her, as the doors to their assigned room opened, they ran to her and hugged her, crying. Penelope held them, planting reassuring kisses on their heads as she fought back tears of her own.
After a minute or so, she gently pulled them away and looked each of them in the eyes as she said, "This is the last time we shed a tear, do you hear me?"
They nodded and she hugged them again before they entered the room and in a few words she related all he had said, curiously leaving out the one about getting pregnant.
"He is a despicable beast, a wretched fiend born of filth and rot." the eldest daughter spat in sheer disgust.
"I felt some kind of disruption when the spearhead hit" Penelope said, her voice a tinge of regret. "A second one would have done damage"
"Forgive me, Mother," her eldest daughter replied, her voice tinged with remorse. "I was afraid so I put everything into one. Before I could try again he had me"
She gave her daughter an understanding smile and lied that it was fine, it was already done. If her daughter sensed her insincerity, she gave no sign, only relief at having been understood.
"Mother, how did you know he will come for us first " the second daughter asked. "It was exactly as you said"
"Having mother will make getting the others very less difficult" the elder sister explained. "It was the obvious thing to do"
The mother smiled uncomfortably to affirm her daughter's words. She wasn't herself. She felt shame. She could still feel him inside her, and with all the time she spent trying to take it all out, it feels like his essence continues to exist in her, plastered on the walls of her inside. Even as she sat now, it feels like it was dripping down from her. She has never felt this dirty before. If only he had come with a sword.
"...mother!"
It startled her. That's when she realized she had drifted off. The piteous gaze of her daughters held her.
"I'm fine" she said, but they were not convinced, nor did they press her to speak further. She exhaled slowly, then turned her gaze to her eldest.
"How was it?" she finally asked.
The young girl swallowed, relaxed for a few seconds before answering. "I didn't think a pain that much would be possible" she answered honestly, the distress evident. "I can't remember much but that much was clear, and the fact that I was completely controlled and paralyzed"
Penelope thought as much. She has never seen or heard of a spell or skill like that. Must be the same one he was said to have used on the son of the Grandmage. Seeing it in real life was different and complicated everything. It instilled fear in her in a way she has never known before, and the idea of confronting him with her daughters petrified her even more. Today tells her she can't do it alone, and even if she tries to do it alone, she will fail and it will still fall on her daughters to pay. There won't be a difference that they were not involved. How can she do that to them? She can't die knowing that, and she can't live with what has been taken from her either.
"We are not backing out of this, Mother," her eldest daughter said, her voice resolute.
Penelope forced a tired smile, trying to be reassuring. "Of course not."
Her best option is to accept him and wait for a perfect moment to strike, but that's exactly what he wants and his confidence in it numbs her.
"We will go on" she said, "but no matter what happens, try and trust me, and believe I have a plan"
It was a safety net, she knew it, but she wasn't certain whether it was meant to keep her daughters safe or to maintain their love in the event that she lose herself.