Due to her size, Urmeie's washing takes the longest, and Roxanne actually does it at a slower pace, too, so that we can all savor every centimetri of the bear woman's curvy body.

Furry ass and tits, yes, but I think they'd still be fine to hotdog my massive dong with just a bit of oil. They're so juicy you can sink your hands into them, and they simply provoke a primal need to breed them within me. Then Roxanne spreads Urmeie's brown pussy wide to wash it, almost making me go insane.

Soapy pale hands gently rub the meaty brown pussy lips, sliding up and down their length, spreading bubbles that briefly hide them from view. But soon, they're rinsed, revealing that Urmeie's cock-hole is ready and twitching while her clit is engorged and screaming for a pinching.

Clear fluid then drips from her cock-home, displaying her arousal, and Roxanne uses it to tease Urmeie's asshole that gapes, then squeezes around her little finger as it attempts to penetrate it.

"Godsdamn, woman. Are you really washing me or just preparing me for a fuck?" Urmeie growls impatiently.

"I'm a succubus. This is simply how I wash others," Roxanne sultrily replies and smirks.

"Fucking-…" Then Urmeie notices how we're just staring intensely at her spread-wide pussy. "You're just fucking with me, huh?" she growls annoyedly, simply accepting that she fell into our trap.

I smile as my human hands slowly glide down Ciel's body, spreading scented elven oil over her Latina skin. I'd love to linger on her massive tits, but I move on to her taut belly and play with her delicious flower and juicy ass for a bit before continuing down her thick thighs. After sliding along her nice calves, I finally reach her feet, and she sits down on a stool to give me access to them.

A delicate pair of feet with cute toes and light-blue nail polish. Her soft skin makes it a delight to run my tongue along her soles as I massage them. Then I suck on each toe as if they were a nipple, pulling so hard that she feels a pleasant chill as her joints are stretched.

Normally, Ciel doesn't like to be on top, but for her, the view of me sucking her off is just as pleasing as it is for me when the girls give me blowjobs. She likes it even more than when I lick her pussy because even though clit sucking definitely gives her more pleasure, the view of her toes being sucked is simply better.

And then Urmeie starts fingering herself as she watches us. I consider it a crime for a woman to masturbate alone, but this is neglect play, and we want Urmeie to go crazy as she imagines what it'd feel like to have my cock inside her.

But this is just the beginning, so she'll end up fucking herself raw if she starts masturbating this soon.

I grab Ciel's feet and lower them onto my lap. Then she happily wraps them around my cock and starts stroking me. This is a fetish that I don't understand, but I indulge in it regardless. I believe I simply enjoy the view of a gorgeous woman using her pretty feet to play with my monster cock, but my love for female feet also can't be understated.

Ciel's loving, warm, innocent smile as she pleases me rivals that of Lina's. So pure, so delicious, so… corruptible. Lina's angelic air has a certain fakeness to it as she's already a "corrupted angel," but Ciel's is genuine even though the priestess has been corrupted with degenerate fetishes.

So not only does she look amazing, but it also just looks "right" to have my white seed covering her feet and calves, as if that's my cum's deserved landing place. But then Alissa starts cleaning them up, and it feels electrifying, seeing my cum-slave sucking on another woman's toes.

So electrifying that I need a cunt to calm myself down. Since Alissa is getting her meal of cum, I decide to use human-Aoi to not leave her hanging.

My obedient dragon wife obediently bends over for me, but she's freakishly tall, making her pussy a bit too high for me, so I won't attempt to fuck her in such an undignified position. I grab her waist, lift her up, and lower her onto my cock.

Human-Aoi is so light that she's almost as effective as a fuck-doll/cock-sleeve as Lina is, so I effortlessly use her to please myself.

"Harder, Wolfy, harder," Aoi begs as her hands reach behind her and grab my long horns for stability.

"As you wish, my love," I huskily reply and feel her insides tighten in happiness.

Then I upwards jackhammer her, impaling her tight pussy with my long and flexible cock.

"Holy fuck," Urmeie whispers, her legs spread as wide as possible in arousal, begging to be fucked by an actual cock, but all she gets is her own fingers.

"Looks like she likes it rough, so make her envious, Wolfy," Hana whispers in my mind.

I destroy Aoi's pussy with all the tools I have at my disposal, and Urmeie slows down her fingering in disbelief of what I can do. But then she starts to imagine what it would feel like to have it inside her and speeds up again as her body begins to twitch uncontrollably in a massive orgasm.

Her fluids fly so far that they sprinkle over us, but I can't get a taste of her right now, so Alissa memorizes Urmeie's smell, and I fantasize about her flavor. I bet she tastes sourer than the other girls, but every woman has a unique flavor hidden behind the sourness, and I'm eager to learn what Urmeie's is.

But while this looks like it's the end of the bear's fingering, I still haven't pounded Aoi's thin and frail body (in appearance only) enough. Her supermodel femininity and height just triggers my desire to break her in half, and the fact that I actually can't because her bones are hardened by magic only fuels my draconic rage further.

She closes her eyes and squeezes my cock with her lips, making them grip harder onto my shaft, but she's leaking so much lewd juices that mix with my endless fountain of cum that we don't need any lube. All she wants is to be fucked harder, hugged tighter, forced to bend over even deeper, and bred like she has never been bred before.

For as much as she wants to "let loose," her proper place is with her face down and hips up as I slam my cock inside her again and again. She's my loyal dragon through and through, so it's good to reinforce that every once in a while, just like how I reinforce Klein's obedience by smacking my cock against her cervix.

I wrap Aoi's long, long dark blue hair around my wrist and use it as reins to help me pound her harder. Then I order her to allow her body to feel a bit of pain, and her insides immediately tighten in another orgasm. Urmeie already stopped fingering herself a while ago but continues to watch us in awe.

Aoi's behavior is so submissive that just pulling her hair isn't enough, so I grip her throat with a clawed hand and choke her as I bring her to orgasm once again. But I need to see her face as she struggles to breathe, so I turn her around and fuck her missionary style.

Her long fingers grip my wrist as I pound into her, and her exotic eyes roll up into her skull in absolute bliss. Her flat chest looks so lonely without suckers to abuse her nipples, but I'm feeling a bit vanilla today, so I leave them be.

The view is glorious, though, and I feel a massive cumshot gathering in my balls, so I finish with a growl as I erupt inside her, then paint her face and chest with my cum.

A good fuck, but it was only one Ravaging, so Aoi isn't even that tired after multiple orgasms. Alissa cleans up all the cum and feeds it to the eternally thirsty dragon. Then my fox slut begins working on Aoi's pussy because no Ravaging is truly complete until a lesbian orgasm has been given.

 

With my job done, I sink into the warm water right next to my newest cock-hole.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't spend the afternoon with you," I apologize to Andrea and pull her waist closer with my thick tail.

She squeaks in surprise, then giggles softly at my domineering behavior and calmly replies, "I understand you're a busy person, Lord Wolf. I was happy with just being able to enjoy another day of elven hospitality."

"Aren't you from Plifori?" Urmeie asks as she joins us in the bath.

"Yes, I am," Andrea answers politely and dares to rest her body against my chest.

And mommy bear stares at her with thinly-veiled envy. "New woman?"

"New cock-hole. I fucked her senseless repeatedly yesterday," I immediately reply, and Andrea looks down in embarrassment, but her thick tail makes waves with how fast it wags.

"'Senseless'?" Urmeie repeats skeptically.

I nod. "Yep."

But she still looks completely unconvinced.

Yunia feels like my honor is being threatened by the Princess' skepticism, so she comes to my defense, "You haven't seen anything yet. Only we, his wives, can last long enough. Anyone not used to his Cock actually passes out from bliss before fully satisfying his hunger."

"Want me to show you an example?" I question with a challenging grin.

But Urmeie doesn't miss this chance to tempt me, "Give me one, yes."

"That isn't possible," I smoothly reply.

And she returns a frustrated look. "Keep it in its sheath, then. I got teased enough already by that demon."

So I decide it's time to fuck with her a bit further. "Too bad. Now I'm in the mood."

And I use Andrea to show what I can do to the average woman.

 

"Is she alive…?" Urmeie asks with legitimate concern.

"Yeah, just passed out," I reassure her.

The bear pokes the abused slut with a pointy claw, who doesn't respond no matter how hard she presses, and realization slowly appears on her face. "What the fuck did you do? She's seriously passed out!" Urmeie exclaims perplexedly.

I sit on the edge of the warm pool, then wave my cock at her as I cycle through my "textures" and explain, "I used my special, arousal-inducing spirit-touch combined with clit vibrations, G-spot rubbing, an extremely textured cock, and constant nipple sucking to give her the best orgasm one could ever have."

Then I create suckers on the palms of my hands and have them twitch in a very lewd way, which makes Urmeie anxiously run her paws through her dark hair as wild fantasies run through her mind.

"Nobody will know that you fucked me, and even Sa'Haa doesn't care about what we do in private," she tries to bargain.

"Well, I will know, so no, no sex for you, for now," I calmly decline.

"For now," she repeats, both frustrated and amused, and I grin back at her.

Okay, it's actually fun to mess with her like this.

 

For dinner, we have the Verners, Kyora's harem, Vanea, Kyros, Thelma, the adventurers, the Companions, the Princesses, Mako, and Omari as guests. A veritable party.

Sa'Haa, the bitch, gives the adventurers and the Companions the stink-eye when they become noisy from inebriation, but then she becomes interested in Kyros after she learns that he's a runaway noble.

Even though the bitch is annoying, there's no hostility between anyone here, even between the bitch and Vanea. It actually makes me wistful, seeing all of our allies getting along for once, so I sit back and watch them interact.

 

Intermission – Thelma

 

Grandpa never lets me near knives, but this time I got a fork, and it's so pointy that I get chills when I imagine stabbing my leg with it. But Grandpa's paying attention, so I can't be that naughty.

I wait until he's looking away and talking to the frightening owl-woman, then I press my thumb against one of the tips and feel the fork sink in. I almost chuckle at the weird feeling of the… metal? Wood? The whatever this is rubbing against the bone of my thumb, but Grandpa senses that I might be being naughty and turns around, so I pull it out.

"Where's your fork, Thelma?" he softly asks, but I know he's suspicious of me.

I raise my hand and show it to him, but there's no blood on it, and he narrows his eyes in suspicion. Stabbings don't make me bleed like cuts do, so I show him my hands too and do my best to hide my naughty grin because there's no evidence of what I did.

Stabbings also heal a lot faster than cuts, so there's no hole.

 

Intermission end.

 

I don't know what Thelma was doing with that fork, but her twitching face gives her away as she attempts to hide an impish grin. Kyros' face also twitches, but in embarrassment, and he takes her fork away to prevent her from doing any more mischief, giving her just a spoon instead.

She's a very good girl, so I think just a bit of mischief should be fine. Well, easier said than done because I know that children can get on someone's nerves once in a while, so I don't blame Kyros for keeping her on a tight leash in front of Princesses of all people.

But I've paid enough attention to the adorable little dog girl. I have other women who need my attention.

"I'm gonna get fat," Khepri whines as she stares hungrily at the plate of sauteed onions in front of her.

"I'd like to make a joke about you and Lord Wolf, but you already know it," Laguly dryly remarks.

"You're becoming one of us ♪," Ciel giddily sings. After getting her toes sucked, she's feeling playful, so she's letting her corrupted side come out.

"I feel like every day, I lose a little bit of something important to me…" the tomboy siren gloomily replies, hamming it up for comedic effect.

"It's called 'innocence,'" Edjo softly states.

"Yeah, that sounds about right…" Laguly quietly hums in agreement.

"How do you elves not get fat?" Khepri frustratedly asks Yunia.

"This food doesn't make you fat unless you only eat the meat, like Aoi," the Queen replies matter-of-factly.

And the bubbly woman stares confusedly at the supermodel-like human-Aoi. "But she isn't fat."

Yunia snobbishly glances at the adventurer. "She's also a dragon with a bottomless stomach."

"Gih," Gify gives her support to that statement as the resident black-hole.

Khepri sighs and fills her plate once again with delicious veggies, then flashes a smirk at my elf. "I'll trust you, then. But if I get fat, I'll go to the Tribunal and ask for compensation."

And that actually makes Yunia snort.

Then I turn to the Verners and Vanea.

"I actually won a shipment of elven bath products in a bet with Yulania," Léonne smugly brags.

"I'd trade what little treasure I got in exchange for that shipment," Vanea immediately replies while keeping her piercing eyes low, actually sounding serious.

But the fox milf isn't so easily persuaded. "I'm very proud of my victory, so I won't be trading this for anything."

The blue Princess smiles politely and nods in acceptance. "What a shame, but do consider me envious. The elves ban the export of so many things it's outrageous."

"I know, but I don't blame them. It's a great tactic to boost tourism," Léonne replies matter-of-factly, then lifts her glass of Eia and stares at the transparent nectar of the Gods.

"But the Misty Low Forest is closed to tourism," Vanea points out confusedly.

"I can still appreciate good policies," she hums, then takes a sip and slowly closes her eyes in orgasmic delight, and I know very well what her face looks like when she has an orgasm.

Vanea raises an eyebrow at her, suspicious of her expression, then soberly continues, "Understandable… but going back a bit. The shipment might be non-negotiable, but how about something else?"

Fox mommy is very sharp and far from drunk, so she immediately becomes impassive as she dons her Lordly mask and asks, "What do you have in mind?"

"The Blood Slave agreement," the blue princess sweetly replies.

Now that's spicy!

Alissa, Allura, Ofilia, Jacques, and I all begin paying full attention to this conversation. We all have mixed feelings about this, but we're mostly just wary of Vanea's intentions.

"Why would you want to alter that deal?" Léonne curiously inquires, also sensibly wary.

And Vanea surprisingly comes clean, "Rabanara has no more use for individual Blood Slaves, so we merely auction them to the merchants. It would benefit both of us more if we ended this agreement and replaced it with something more 'agreeable' to our palates."

Everyone's reactions to her words are positive, and Léonne amicably suggests, "Perhaps we should talk about this over the evening."

Vanea nods, still keeping her eyes low to not bother anyone with her piercing stare. "Once our bodies are clear of alcohol poisoning, yes."

Is Vanea actually becoming soft?

Alissa and I share a wistful and hopeful look. While it's true that this agreement between Rabanara and the Misty Forest is what brought Alissa and me together, the world would be a better place without it.

Hopefully, Vanea isn't doing this just to score some points with us.

"AND THEN HE THREW HIS GLOVE AT ME!" Urmeie roars, then lets out a wheezing laugh along with Kyora. "FUCKING HALFLINGS; ALWAYS GOING FOR THE BIG ONES!"

"I can attest to that," Alonso quietly remarks, but the two mommies can't hear the cute shota through their laughter.

And after the howling stops, Kyora asks, teary-eyed, "And I assume that you squished him?"

Urmeie lets out a sadistic chuckle. "He thought he had time to cast [Rush] before I'd reach him. He forgot that big legs equals a long stride, which means a fast pace!"

Kyora mirrors her expression and sighs enviously. "Gods know I wish I could squish arrogant nobles like that."

"Don't you at least get to execute one every once in a while?" Urmeie retorts skeptically.

"They're evil, not arrogant, so it isn't as satisfying," dragon mommy replies, nose wrinkled in disgust.

And bear mommy nods. "Fair."

Then Alissa eavesdrops on Mako's and Omari's quiet talk.

"Perhaps the Princesses seek to 'absorb' knowledge from the Ryders?" Mako hesitantly questions.

Omari glances at the others around the table, but Alissa is quite adept at subterfuge, and nobody can see where the golems are looking, which allows us to use them to read lips, so we have many ways to hide that we're listening.

The cool imperial then turns to his masochistic dragonkin companion and shares his thoughts as he elegantly cuts his steak, "I believe there's more to it. The Empresses gave permission for a child contract, but the timing is awful as it has come so soon after the Ryders earned the Emperor's rage."

"So you think the contract is just a means to an end?" Mako impassively adds, sitting still like a statue as he's already finished his ascetic meal.

But Omari gently shakes his head as he chews. "I don't know, but we're talking about the Empresses, so even if we had a logical reason for it, you can bet there would be at least two more under the surface."

"Plotting and scheming is an imperial past-time," Mako states matter-of-factly.

And the imperial smiles wryly. "I want to deny that, but I can't…"

"Nothing outlandish there," Yunia states through [Bind], and all I can do is sigh tiredly as I agree.

 

Urmeie, now a bit tipsy, follows us to our bedroom unbidden. Sa'Haa can only glare at her half-sister in disapproval, which makes me more welcoming of the domineering bear mommy.

And her surprise when we get there tips the scales in her favor just a tad more. "What the fuck is with the size of this bed? Do you all actually sleep together in here?" she grunts in disbelief.

"Yes," I hum and leave it at that.

But Yunia stops and knits her golden eyebrows at Urmeie in confusion. "This is standard for big harems, so why are you surprised…? No, let me ask something else: why don't you have a harem?" she questions apprehensively.

"Huh… why don't I have one…?" she grunts as she crosses her arms, bunching up her massive tits, and knits her black eyebrows in thought. "I used to fuck my uncle because Dad is too queasy for incest, but then uncle stopped fucking me when I got stronger than him and started fucking him and his prostate, instead." -Oh, Gods, I knew I was right to fear for my asshole- "When we left Bestiaram, I was just too busy killing to get involved with another aside from occasionally using my bodyguards for stress relief… and now that I think about it, it seems like they used fighting to keep me from fucking other people."

"Shouldn't Princes and Princesses have their own harems?" Alissa joins in.

But the bear shrugs, making her melons jiggle. "I was never interested in having one, really. Just fucking other people."

So I question her sternly. "And you're only interested in fucking me?"

"Ye-…" but she actually stops herself as she realizes that this makes her look bad. "I won't answer that one," she states with the composure of a Princess, which means that she's hiding her true feelings since she never acts like this.

I treat even prostitutes humanely and try to be friendly with them. The casual fucks like Andrea and the Rafeslia adventurer trio are people I consider friends with benefits, and the Companions are straight-up pseudo-harem members.

Urmeie's callous attitude is disappointing, and hopefully, she'll fix it up if she really wants to earn my Cock.

I also hold in my true feelings and politely announce, "You still have the chance to seduce me, so use it well, but right now, there are other women who require my attention."

Then I spend the rest of the evening breeding Andrea and the Rafeslia adventurers (while Urmeie watches) because this is our last day at the embassy. I also sense that the girls are a lot more enthusiastic, and I think it's half because it's our last day and half because I implied that they aren't "just another fuck."