The return convoy left Azure Springs at dawn, larger and far more dangerous than the one that had arrived. Twenty former bandits rode as outriders, disciplined now under Thora and Vexa's command. Elven archers—Thalindra, Vaeril, and Lyralei—scouted invisibly from the treelines, their moon-blessed camouflage making them ghosts. The carriage itself had been reinforced with subtle elven wards, courtesy of Seraphine's magic.
Inside, the atmosphere was one of languid power. Eron reclined on the expanded bench, Elara riding him reverse cowgirl with slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, silver hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Isabella knelt between his legs, tongue tracing where cock met elven pussy, lapping at both with equal devotion. Mira and Seraphine attended his upper body—kissing his neck, sucking marks into his chest, feeding him ripe fruit from the resort's orchards.
The rest of the harem rotated in shifts, ensuring he was never without pleasure. Levels climbed steadily through constant Dual and now Group Cultivation. Eron hit Level 55 by the second day, unlocking—
[Royal Command – Issue binding orders to bonded members across distance]
[Essence Reservoir – Store excess essence for later explosive release]
***
On the fourth evening, the convoy camped in a secluded valley clearing. Sentries posted, wards raised. Eron had the women arrange a circle of silk cushions around a central fire. Tonight's ritual: full harem synchronization.
Eleven women—human and elf—knelt naked in the firelight, bodies glowing faintly from shared power. Eron stood at the center, cock throbbing as he channeled Essence Reservoir. He fucked each in turn—deep, claiming strokes—while the others pleasured one another in a web of limbs and moans. When he finally released, the stored essence erupted like a geyser, flooding the circle in a wave that pushed every bond deeper.
The system sang:
Ding! [Harem Synchronization Complete. Collective Power Multiplier: x3. All members gain +20 to all stats. New Title: Lust Sovereign. Level Up: 55 → 68.]
As the women collapsed in blissful exhaustion, Lyralei's sharp ears twitched from her sentry post. "Riders approaching. One lead, six escorts. Military bearing."
Eron dressed quickly, aura shifting from seductive to intimidating. The harem armed themselves—elven bows nocked, Isabella's new noble magic crackling at her fingertips.
The lead rider emerged into the firelight and dismounted with disciplined grace.
Dame Arianna Blackthorn.
She was everything the letter had implied—and more.
Late twenties, tall and imposing in full black-and-silver plate that hugged her athletic frame like a lover. Short raven hair with a single braid, storm-gray eyes scanning the camp with tactical precision. A faint scar crossed her left cheek, adding rugged allure to sharp, beautiful features. Her greatsword—nearly as tall as she was—rested across her back, humming with enchantments.
Her six escorts—Royal Legion knights—fanned out warily.
Arianna's gaze locked on Isabella first. "My lady. The Count sends me to ensure your safe return." Then to Eron, eyes narrowing. "You are the… companion mentioned in rumors."
Isabella stepped forward, robe slipping to reveal enhanced curves. "Dame Arianna. We've been expecting you."
The knight's jaw tightened—whether from duty or the subtle wave of Pheromone Emission hitting her, it was hard to tell.
Eron smiled. "Join us for camp, Dame. The road is long, and we have much to… discuss."
Arianna hesitated, instincts warring with protocol. Her escorts shifted uneasily—his Intimidation Aura pressing on the males.
"I'll speak with Lady Isabella privately," she said finally.
Isabella laughed, low and sultry. "Privacy is relative in my lord's presence."
The system analyzed instantly:
[Supreme Target: Dame Arianna Blackthorn]
Age: 29
Status: Sworn Knight of the Crown, Virgin (oath of chastity)
Loyalty to Crown/Count: 90%
Libido: Volcanic (repressed for decade)
Current Arousal: 12% → 38% (aura exposure)
Conquest Difficulty: Extreme
Projected Rewards: Military Legion Access, Combat Mastery Skills, Potential Army Command]
Eron gestured to a prepared tent. "Then let us talk. All of us."
Against every instinct, Arianna entered the large command tent—followed by Isabella, Elara, and Eron. Her escorts remained outside, subtly isolated by elven wards.
Inside, silk cushions and low lighting. Wine poured by Seraphine's invisible hands.
Arianna stood rigid. "My lady, reports from Azure Springs are… disturbing. Claims of elven alliances, improper conduct. The Count demands your immediate return and explanation."
Isabella circled her slowly. "And if I refuse?"
"Then I am authorized to escort you by force."
Elara spoke for the first time, voice like silver bells. "Force against a moon elf princess and her sworn allies would be… unwise."
Arianna's hand twitched toward her sword.
Eron activated every skill—Mass Arousal Mid, Noble Dominion, Royal Command modulated for influence. "Dame Arianna. Remove your armor. Slowly."
The command hit like thunder. Her body betrayed her—fingers moving to unbuckle straps before her mind caught up.
"What sorcery—" she gasped, but couldn't stop.
Piece by piece, the black plate fell away, revealing a hardened yet undeniably feminine body: broad shoulders, toned abs, powerful thighs—and large, firm breasts bound in a practical wrap, nipples already straining against fabric.
When only undergarments remained, she froze, trembling with rage and unwanted desire.
Eron stepped close, towering. "You've served cold men your whole life. Duty without reward. Look at Isabella—radiant, powerful, free. That could be you."
Arianna's breath came in pants. "I… swore oaths…"
Isabella pressed against her back, hands sliding around to cup those magnificent breasts. "Oaths can be rewritten."
Elara joined from the front, delicate fingers tracing the knight's scarred cheek. "Serve a true sovereign."
The combined assault—auras, touches, whispers—shattered her.
Arianna dropped to her knees, eyes locked on Eron's bulge. "Please… I can't fight this."
He freed his cock, massive and throbbing. She lunged forward without prompting, mouth stretching wide to take him—gagging, drooling, but relentless. Years of repression exploded in frantic worship.
Isabella and Elara stripped her fully, revealing a warrior's body sculpted for battle yet aching for pleasure—shaved pussy already dripping.
Eron pulled her up, bending her over the cushion table and thrusting into her in one brutal stroke. Her virginity yielded with a sharp cry—pain into ecstasy as he pounded her mercilessly, each slam breaking another layer of duty.
The tent filled with her screams of release—multiple orgasms ripping through her as the bond forged.
When he filled her womb, the system roared:
Ding! [Supreme Conquest: Dame Arianna Blackthorn. +4000 Essence.
Skills Unlocked: Legion Command, Master Swordsmanship.
Harem Member Added: 12/∞ (Rank 12 – Warlord).
Level Up: 68 → 85.]
Arianna collapsed, glowing, body subtly enhanced—muscles sharper, breasts fuller, eyes burning with new devotion.
She knelt again, kissing his feet. "My king… my oaths are yours now. The Legion will follow when I command it."
Outside, her six escorts—already swayed by hours of aura exposure—knelt as she emerged, declaring new allegiance.
The convoy grew again.
Silverport was two days away.
And Count Veyron had no idea the storm coming for his throne.