Chapter 11 - Rest and Relaxation
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"More gold!" Taluk barked.
"No," I spelled out calmly as I looked up at the troll. They were technically my subjects, but I treated them more as tenants or acceptable neighbors. They were more territorial with each other than the other races, so the big, greenish blue thugs didn't normally cause much trouble. Now a trio of them stood inside my forest where I watched them wearily. They had hefty axes in their chair-sized fists, some of which were apparently for woodcutting.
"I've been closely tracking my territory's resources, and with the gnomes and goblins monitoring-"
"Give more gold! Make more wood!" the troll behind him barked. They shared a few quick shoves and snarls in their native language. I sighed again. I hated dealing with trolls. Worst of all, they reproduced asexually so there wasn't much fun to be had in enlisting a translator.
"That's not how it works. Trees come from the ground and not gold." Not to mention I didn't like doing more trade than we had to with the outside. Good neighbors, good fences, etc. "That's why you are free to log in your own territories that I've generously not conquered yet.
"Red troll territory!" the first one growled. "Wood tainted! Make spears with human trees! Kill Reds, make spears! Take Blue trees! Give human William gold and trees!"
"You're not even trying to listen now," I groaned, tossing my head back in a listless but intense roll of my eyes. I didn't care much about looking dignified in front of the trolls since they didn't care much about that to begin with.
"Maybe troll give human spears instead. Give wood back!" Trolls sort of growled everything, so I took that as reason enough to claim it was a threat. I snapped my fingers and a swirling black and purple portal opened beside me. My locally-sourced dragon Umrik stepped out right beside me, having been alert ever since I'd sent her my psychic message. I patted her gigantic thigh as the trolls stared blankly up at her.
"I don't deal in spears," I said calmly. Technically the dwarves and orcs are fond of them, but it's too good a line to pass up on. "Now whose bright idea was chopping wood in my forest?"
One of the trolls pointed to the other one. He looked momentarily nervous before Umrik bit him around the middle. He howled and she lifted her head back like a bird eating a frog as she wolfed him down in a few gulps.
"Thank you. And who was the first to cut my trees?" The two hesitated before one of them pointed to himself. I rolled my eyes and gestured, letting Umrik eat him alive as well. I stuck my hands in my pockets and stared at the last one from beneath my classic hooded cloak.
"Well?"
The troll pointed at himself quizzically. I sighed again.
"No. I mean leave. Don't come back and tell your blues and reds or whoever you find to damn well ask before you do anything here in Darkrest." The troll gave a snorting whimper as he tromped back into the neighboring valleys. I hadn't exactly put up a welcome sign, but we'd finally settled on a name for my new country. I was instantly tired of the old lord's name for it, and I'd been calling it "get off my damn lawn" until last week. It sounds cool while having a neat buzzword like "crest" in there, and it's where I've come to settle my evil magic and horrible army of death to be left alone.
"Nice work, Umrik," I said, patting her on the thigh.
"Oh my pleasure, sir," the high-voiced half-dragon chimed. "Trolls are good eatin'. They keep regenerating in your belly so they keep you full for days."
"I once met a troll smart enough to sell trollskin leather. High demand, almost no cost." Umrik giggled as she leaned her neck down and nuzzled my cheek. I cupped her scaly but humanoid chin and kissed her on the lips.
"Need a lift back to the tower?"
I sighed and kissed her again. "For once? Yea. Arguing with trolls has been the most exhausting thing I've done since I came here." Umrik raised a scaly eyebrow. "Mentally exhausting," I corrected more quietly. Having pleasured a horny dragoness, an orc and a dwarf, I worked up plenty of stamina.
"Point is, I just want to relax today." I caught a hand around her horn and she bobbed her head, tossing me up around her neck and shoulders. My land wasn't enormous, so it was a short flight to the top of my tower. She clung to the reinforced perch I'd left for her as I hopped between her wings.
"IMPRESSIVE AND STYLISH AS ALWAYS, MY LORD WILLIAM!" Marcus was waiting at the top of the stairs. The heavily armored skeleton saluted me like his life depended on it. "SHALL I DEPLOY HUNTERS TO EXECUTE THE TREASONOUS TROLLS?"
"No need, Marcus. They're taken care of," I said wearily. "Just keep watch around their borders and deploy on any of them caught trespassing. But I'm done for the day. Take care of any further appointments. With..." I pondered for a minute. "Minimal fatalities, please. Or none. I guess."
"YOUR WISDOM IS BLINDING, LORD WILLIAM! I SHALL NOT DISAPPOINT!" He kept saluting (as in multiple times, registering each order) as I descended past him. I knew there were some duties I should take care of personally, but I did not become a mighty conqueror of a kingdom of monsters just so I could talk to people. At least, not people I didn't enjoy the company of.
I opened up my senses and detected who was still in the tower. Baruun was resting in bed with an afternoon snack of her own. Nocutia was using one of the portable crystal balls I'd leant her to keep in contact with her dark elf contacts in the underground. None was at work in our alchemy lab, working on her magic by teleporting a bottle short distances. Goblins were capable with magic, but their lack of imagination made the more metaphysical things difficult for them to grasp.
I teleported myself behind the curious goblin. Doing it in front of her would probably be a better lesson, but I was done with work. Plus, it was harder to just grab her tits from the front. I cupped her rack and lifted None off the ground, the simply dressed goblin giving a short whoop as her little legs kicked at the air.
"Oh! Good afternoon, my goddess" None praised. "I take it you had a sparkling morning!"
"Opposite, really," I said as I squeezed her plump green melons. "I just needed a couple of stress balls."
"Then it's an honor to serve you, my master!" None even sounded like she meant it as she wriggled in my grip. She was the one who had her mind blown when I gave her a name. Pride was not a vice that goblins had to worry about.
"That's my good pet." I kissed at her neck, making her giggle as I buried my stress in the smell of mud, sweat and goblin grease. It was an acquired taste, but my concubine's voluptuous ass was one of universal appeal. I pulled her against me as I lowered her until I felt the familiar rubbing of her meaty ass cheeks against my erection. Her plump little nipples flicked between my fingers as she squirmed with more precision, grinding my shaft between her ass cheeks. I hugged her around the belly until I could drop my pants and bend her over, leaving her suspended once again. This time her huge, sloppy breasts rested on the worktable as I lifted her simple dress of discarded curtains. Nothing stylish, but extra credit for making it easily accessible to me.
None really was like my sexual stress ball. As far as goblins were concerned, they had mentally filed me under a deity because that was the closest thing they could imagine to me. If I did anything short of blowing them up (which happened from time to time), they were 100% onboard with it. None's rubbery hide and anatomy made it difficult to hurt her in the first place. I had started to realize that a large number of my subjects tended to be durable, and I counted it as a blessing in both a strategic sense and the bedroom.
It all made None just moan and squeak as I plowed her ass into the table. Her juicy, round hips made for easy padding as I fucked her deeper. None and I had really been getting into anal lately since it allowed me to go deeper into my greasy little lover. The way her ass cheeks slapped back together after I was done thrusting was a delight, and I could reach around her legs to catch onto her clit. None's pleased little noises broke into a noisy gasp as I pressed three fingers against it and stroked up and down. The fact that a goblin's clitoris was around 5 inches long and stuck well out of her pussy when she was excited certainly made the task of fingering her an easy task.
"Oh yes, master! So glad I please you, my lord!" None praised frantically as her legs braced themselves against my thighs. The tight little muscles underneath those chubby thighs had a way of latching herself right to me, whether it was some goblish instinct or just a trick she picked up from fucking humans.
I gave the slightest pinch to None's extended clit and she squealed, gushing a lengthy orgasm over my fingertips. Her bowels clenched around my shaft in this tight tugging gesture, all but sucking the cum right out of me. I squeezed her green cheeks while she shivered against the table, her orgasming clenching just the thing to make her vibrate around my oozing cum.
"Thanks be for your blessing, goddess!" None squeaked out dizzily as she shivered on the table. I slid my sticky shaft back out of her and patted her on her jiggly ass.
"The pleasure was all… well, it was mutual," I assured her as I fixed my pants. "And here." I held up a hand and with a dull flash, a dinner plate appeared in my hand. I passed it off to her as she stared in awe.
"The trick is to know where the object should be and focus on where it could be. Then you focus your power around it until your will becomes more real than reality."
"Oh, I will, Master William!" None insisted as she set the dish down. There was already a skeleton wearing an apron shambling into the room, come from the kitchen to collect its duties.
"I'm sure you will. I'll check in with you at dinner." As None finally dropped her feet back to the floor, I took a step before I blinked away.
I went to Baruun's room next. The she-orc had decorated the room as her own early on so it was packed full of simple trinkets. Old weapons were mounted on the walls by a lot of trophies, some of which I couldn't identify. It was mostly horns and teeth, and a couple of them were from troublingly human sources. She was sitting on her bed, covered with a thick mass of furs and hides. Baruun herself was dressed in her primitive hide loincloth. Her earthy green skin bulged with its usual muscle wherever her wide hips and full chest didn't cover. She looked curvier than ever since I had gotten her pregnant, what looked like a green melon growing from her stomach.
My orc advisor/lover was sharpening an axe head when she gave me a tusked smile. "You shame me by seeing me so weak," Baruun said with a teasing tone to her voice. I shrugged and approached her, kissing her between her tusks before running a hand across her curving stomach. It was thick and hard like most things about an orc, her abs maintained while curving along with her baby bump. She was resting topless in her room, most of her skins too small to fit around her fattened milky breasts.
I had gradually gotten used to the idea of being a father. From all Baruun had told me about her peoples' laws, I was basically forbidden from seeing it for his first couple years. I figured I could always twist those rules by magic or authority of technically being their chief.
"The weak need the most attention. I'm impressed you've been doing your job so well lately."
"Your strength guides the orcs clearly," she said with a nod, squeezing my hand in her thick green one. "Clarity does much for a warrior race such as ours. Direction is respected and obeyed."
"Plus none of them want me to implode them with my brain." Honestly, though, that was about what I wanted from my kingdom's people. The monsters of Darkrest were more cooperative than most, even if it's because of my relatively loose leadership in the wake of a dark dictator. "So when are you due?"
"Mere weeks," Baruun sighed. "Then she will cleave her way from me and begin her battle with the world."
"If she's anything like you, she'll be fine," I assured her. "Are the servants feeding you enough?"
"Of course. I have to chase Marcus away when he kept checking in on me. And Yulena tried to send one of her physics in to check on me. Like I need help doing the most natural thing in the world," she grumbled.
"I heard about that. It's cute that she's worried about you." I shrugged and tried to play it like I wasn't as well. "Did you need anything from me?"
"Your trust," she sighed as she laid back against the pillow. "And your guiding hands."
"Naturally," I said with a nod. I rolled up my robe's sleeve and brushed back some of her dark hair to kiss her forehead. I cupped a hand around the side of her belly, tracing its outline before I dipped my hand under her loincloth. Her upturned nose huffed as my fingers entered her sopping wet folds. Muscular thighs lifted from the bed to hug around her hand.
"No weakness in asking," I reminded her as I added another finger. The fertilized orc let out a low, quiet groan as her eyes closed, slowly grinding her body up and down the bed to ride my fingers. She was as wet and hot as a sauna down there, and soon I could hear a soft sucking of her snug pussy around my fingers. I'd found her clit already swollen against my probing thumb, lightly stroking its length in short, delicate flicks. Her muscles rippled as her body tensed, but when I brought my other hand to caress her chest she gave off a needy whimper.
Deciding to take her new tits out for a test drive, I kissed her pouting lips while I squeezed her plump breast. It was a tickling sensation to feel her blurt out a low and primal grunt past my lips as her solid hips bounced against my hand. I just curled my fingers inside her groin, teasing her hardening clit further as I thumbed her erect nipples. Slowly sliding from one nip to the other, the warrior women couldn't escape her raging hormones. She planted a hand behind my back to hold me in place as I felt Baruun's milk roll down her fleshy hills. Her breathing grew heavier and quicker, a faint blush crossing her green cheeks as she enjoyed what she must have imagined as demeaning treatment. The fact was I milked our personal minotaur at every opportunity, so it didn't mean much to me, but I was always glad to oblige in keeping my guests happy and horny.
With a shudder, the muscular beast of a woman squeezed me to her. Her full chest squished against mine, spreading a few pale streaks of milk across her robes. Her hard thighs squeezed my hand inside her and her hard, stubby clit scrubbed her spilling cum against my thumb. I just went on rubbing her snatch and chest until she gave one last twitch and eased herself back into bed.
"Better?" I pried with a grin.
"Much better," she sighed as she relaxed into the bed. "It helps calm the both of us."
"No weakness in asking," I reminded her as I passed gestured towards her beside table. The pitcher floated to refill its neighboring cup with water. "Just promise you'll speak up if something's wrong."
"You have my word," she mused as she sank into the bedsheets and her afterglow. I gave her another kiss and talked for a while. She grew tired and I had swept most of the milk off my clothes, so I finally let her be.
I reappeared in Nocutia's room. While a lot of my guests preferred simpler dwellings (some even asking to stay in the dungeon), the dark elf/d'ruava was glad to take on of the more luxurious bedchambers. As the dark elf equivalent of disgraced and dethroned royalty, she had missed that kind of treatment. She kept a lot of the old decorations up, adding a few old banners and items from her homeland. Given that she showed up on my doorstep in little more than dancer's clothes, they were likely strong-armed from her people via her new position as my emissary.
She was squatting in a corner and I almost felt like I'd popped into something unseemly before she stood up. She was in snug-fitting silks that covered the near minimum of her body. A streak of toxic green fabric ran from one finger to her shoulder, covering a fraction of her arm She had similarly sparse leggings that was a series of hand-width strips of silk, leaving her coal black skin visible in between them. They barely covered her hips at all, a simple panties-style bottoms covering her actual privates. Given the few d'ruava women I've met, it didn't matter if they were slaves or sorcerer queens; they just plain liked showing skin.
"Oh, master William!" Nocutia threw her arms around my neck, pressing her slim body and curvy chest against me. "I thought I felt your sorcery in the air, but I wasn't expecting you."
"It's fine," I dismissed, realizing she must have picked up on me scouring the tower for the girls. "What were you doing over there?"
"Spider farming." Her answer was alarmingly quick and clear for such a sentence.
"I'm… not familiar," I admitted. The dark beauty stepped aside and gestured to the batch of cobwebs in the corner of the room. It was only a few inches wide, but I could see a couple small figures moving among them if I squinted.
"Oh it's a lovely hobby. Very relaxing. I had to correct your skeletons so that they wouldn't clean this corner. It's the only way they can build a proper web, of course."
"Of course. And what do you do to farm them anyway?"
"Oh, I feed them, tame them, teach them to build at a respectful distance to each other… leave them morsels to eat or use as bait for other victims. That one is Pinprick, and that one is The Little Midnight."
I was always fine with spiders. When you know there's giant breeds of them out there that need a few heavily armed man (or one wizard) to take down, who cares if the little ones are running around? It was kind of adorable to see Nocutia so interested in them. I had no doubt she'd be harvesting their poison if I had anything so toxic living in my castle.
"So what brings you to my chamber? Dire news, I hope," she said with a smile. As sweet and charming as she was, I felt fair in always remembering she had first come here to assassinate me. The raw threat of my power and the promise of letting her get payback on her banishers in her new position had swayed that fairly quickly, but her talents and interests remained.
"Hardly. A few trolls wandered into my turf and were insufferable as always. I grew bored with them, retired early and felt like a distraction."
"Well that's where you're in luck!" Nocutia chimed. "Boredom and distraction are specialties of the dark elves. We have all manner of activities to keep ourselves busy and look like we're better than everyone else."
I laughed at the prospect. The word was that dark elf politics was needlessly complicated. They were in constant war between their guilds and houses, though none of them would ever be so rude as to admit it. That lead to constant efforts towards sabotage, manipulation and assassinations.
"Are you suggesting I pick up spider farming?" I chuckled.
"Not at all, sire. But may I offer a specialty of mine? Something we call the duthra qiziarra?"
"Well it's fun to say, so that's a start. Is it a game?"
"Of sorts. It means 'a cave serpent devours itself.' It's a position where the handmaiden rides her master while bending so far backward that I orally please us both."
I took a minute to try and picture that. Curiosity and arousal won out once again. "Yes… yes that sounds like a very good game to try."
"I thought you might enjoy," she purred as she strode backwards to her bed. She laid herself across its surface, coal dark skin and chalk white hair contrasting each other against the deep red of her bedspread. She started to slowly undo her complex garments while I just shrugged out of my robes and slid into bed with her. She pressed her mouth to mine and slipped her tongue into me as she continued undressing blindly. She seemed intent on teasing me but after being with Baruun and None, I wasn't in the mood. I took her top and ripped it off at once sleeve, baring her midnight tits and grabbing them roughly Nocutia gave a soft but shrill hum of pleasure, curling her lips into a smile against mine.
"Such an impatient lord," Nocutia said in feigned offense. "But it certainly does make one feel wanted." She rolled her shoulders to push her breasts into my hands, wobbling them lightly so that their softness rubbed against my fingers. She neatly removed the last of her bottoms, baring herself as she stroked my thigh. She finally peeled down my pants and spread her slender legs to plant her feet near my sides. She rested her hands on my chest as she lowered herself and her soft, yielding pussy slowly sheathed me inside her. I hummed softly as I brought my hands around her hips, rubbing the inside of her thighs.
"If you would hold there tightly, master," the elf asked gently. "It would be helpful to the duthra qiziarra and very much appreciated."
I gave her toned thighs a squeeze as she nodded, meeting my eyes hypnotically before she started to arch backward. The harem girl was a contortionist to be sure, whether by practice or just a trait of the d'ruava I wasn't keenly aware of. She kept her eyes locked on mine for as long as she could until her white mane brushed against my lower legs. Nocutia's spine slowly arched until her breasts were pointing straight up like hills tipped with perky little gray nipples. Her ribs and stomach became more pronounced as her legs and hips stayed firmly held in place by my eagerly grasping hands. I pumped into her slowly, aroused as I was curious about her performance. She either didn't mind it or couldn't speak against it in her twisted position, and I felt her slowly shifting snatch slide slightly off my cock.
It seemed it was required for her to pull off her impressive contortion. I could see hints of her hair and face past her legs and my shaft, but it was the least interesting part of it at the moment. I was still humping inside her tightly clenched hips, seeing the vague outline of my cock in her lower belly when she started to use her mouth. With some soft but labored breaths, she started to lick my balls and lower shaft. My pumping erection even felt her tongue push just inside her own pussy, licking both of us at once with her moaning mouth. Her drool mixed into a slick bit of extra lubricant that ran down my lower cock and added some satisfying squishing to my thrusts. I started pumping harder, getting some soft grunts from her but mostly just adding extra momentum to her kissing and licking face.
I felt her shudder and wondered briefly if she'd hurt herself; not that I was likely to stop from how close I was to finishing. To be fair, this was her idea to begin with. Either way, I was quickly assured as her tightly wound body squirted heavily, gushing over my cock and stomach in her wild position. The up-close view of her spraying, pressurized pussy was enough to finish me as I gave one more firm push into her slick pussy, sloppily pouring my seed into her. My cum ran down her leg, the white streaking along her black skin until she licked my semen out of herself.
With a soft grunt, she twisted herself back into a more comfortable and upright position. "Its no round of applause, but I take it you enjoyed the show," Nocutia intoned as she ran her hand down her stomach. She lightly grabbed my cock before sliding me back out of her and resting her warm body against me.
"Not something we'd show at the local theater, but impressive. Remind me to legalize prostitution in Darkrest. Especially if the girls are willing to learn moves like that."
"Not all of them are," the elf replied confidently as she cracked her neck. "And don't go expecting that every night."
"Of course not. Special occasion."
"I mean because there's so many maneuvers in the Nerunia K'grotar to try out. It would just get boring after a while."
"You are showing me whatever this book is later," I ordered her, getting a playful laugh out of her.
"It's a scroll. They're much more portable, especially when it's shaped like-"
"I get it. Very cute. But that feels like a good waste of an afternoon." I rubbed my eyes as I draped an arm over Nocutia, floating my watch out of my discarded robes. "But the best part of a wasted afternoon is when it takes you straight to dinner. "Care to join me?"
"To feast and flaunt my deeds in front of my fellow harem dwellers? Most gladly, my master."
"Good. I'm sure the rest of the girls are on their way. And just in case… bring that Neruni thing with you. I'm sure most of them will be interested in some dinnertime reading. Maybe it'll give them some ideas."