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The whole affair had been utterly disgraceful.

When Ehrenfest had cried for help as they were on the verge of losing to their Lord of Winter, not one of their neighbors had answered them.

Not Klassenberg, claiming the winter was too harsh to spare a part of their Knight Order to help slay the beast. Not Ahrensbach, not even giving any reason despite always acting like Ehrenfest was their vassal. Not Frenbeltag, but those could be excused as they had been scraping the bottom of the barrel with their knights for a decade now.

When Aub Ehrenfest had then turned to Zent Trauerqual for help he merely offered to ask the rest of the archdukes for support but claimed that fending off seasonal lords was not a task for the Sovereignty's Knight Order.

Embarrassing. Every single one of them.

Father had asked me whether I wanted to take the lead and I accepted immediately. I was not one to shy away from a challenge and now, almost three years after my graduation, I did not mind bolstering my reputation with slaying the Lord of Winter that was grinding so hard on Ehrenfest's defenses.

As usual, the number of volunteers was overwhelming. I chose thirty archknights who I knew for their skills and we prepared in less than two bells.

After all, Ehrenfest was currently suffering.

The transfer happened through the Royal Academy, ironically the Zent could spare enough of the Sovereignty Knight Order to dwarf my battalion as we rushed through from our dormitory to Ehrenfest's, their brooches hastily attached to our sky-blue capes.

Aub Ehrenfest was pale as he welcomed us, with a minimal retinue of guard knights at his side.

So they had sent as many as they could to the battlefield.

“Lord Lestilaut, I cannot even express my utmost gratitude to you and your knights that you would answer our call for help against this overwhelming force”, he began but I only intended to listen to him for the time it took all my men to teleport here.

He briefed me on the situation, thanked me once again and off we were.

There was already one sole sky-blue cape. The knight wearing it seemed like their commander, as befitted a knight of Dunkelfelger.

As I approached him he turned around, even though I could barely sense him, he must have sensed me immediately.

It was Lord Ferdinand. Heisshitze to my side immediately shouted that he recognized that cape anywhere but it had still taken him as long as me to identify him.

He had fought magnificently, but the odds had been stacked against him and the knights under his command. Many had fallen back and their rejuvenation potions had already run out. But the Lord of Winter was still raging on.

And after the first full day of joining this chaotic mess of a seasonal lord that was so similar and yet so different to Dunkelfelger's Lord of Summer, I could see why they had been struggling so much.

Even we were struggling.

But of course we prevailed in the end. Even though it took another full day and plenty of rejuvenation potions. I wondered whether father had negotiated fair compensation for our expenses beforehand or whether this was going to happen afterwards.

However, as we returned, we were welcomed with a feast as was proper. And then, after given time to rest, we were invited to the temple for the chance of more carnal stress relief.

As their commander I had to join as well, even though I was not really in the mood for picking flowers. But I felt the urge to polish my sword after this long fight and I did not see a reason to do it myself if such relief was offered anyway by more delicate hands.

I had sent my own guard knights away to find their own pleasure as I waited in what seemed to be an office even though it also housed a four-poster bed which had its curtains currently drawn shut.

Some gray shrine maiden had poured me tea already – and actually poison-tested it as well – while another was playing the harspiel in the background with a level of skill I might have never expected of an orphan.

I eyed her curiously, wondering whether her fingers were only familiar with those strings or also with the intricacies of providing pleasure to a sword. She blushed as she caught my gaze and I smirked at her.

We both knew I was not here for her. Apparently they had some blue shrine maiden of age who they reserved for the visitors of the highest status. A blue robe meant that mana was part of the game, something I had not expected to be offered. My first son was already out of the sensitive phase and Eineliebe had told me she wanted to wait at least another year for our next, to give me a bit of room to search for other wives without being disrespectful to them from the start.

It conveniently also meant that I could go all out today.

I was stunned by her beauty and grace. When I had felt some faint presence walking through the hallways and approaching these chambers I had at first thought it might have been Lord Ferdinand, who was also the High Bishop of Ehrenfest's temple, but I quickly noticed that this particular presence was female.

To think they had two people with noteworthy mana stuck in the temple. And yet they were so clearly lacking knights. What was Ehrenfest even doing?

But as the door was then opened by another gray shrine maiden who paled in the presence of the blue shrine maiden I doubted even more that any sanity was left in Ehrenfest.

Her hair was the soft shimmer of the midnight sky, her eyes the golden moons that illuminated it, her skin was so pale and her whole frame so delicate. And she was here to offer her flower to me? I felt my sword rise in just this instance already.

I remained seated while she began to kneel with noble grace and began the traditional first time greetings. As I spied the ring on her hand I was even more confused. She was a proper noble? But judging from her age I should have shared a few years with her at the Royal Academy, yet I had never seen her before.

I granted her permission to bless me, mostly because I was curious whether she could and she bestowed a flawless blessing from Ewigeliebe on me which I of course returned with an acknowledging nod. Calling winter with a proper noble lady who was not my wife but still in range with me was not something I had ever expected to do. Archnoble ladies did not aim for the position of a mistress after all.

But as she told me her name, I hesitated in my thoughts.

Myne. That was a commoner's name, no?

“Why don't you take a seat on my lap, Myne”, I invited her and patted my crotch while she tilted her head with a small smile as she nodded.

“As you wish, Lord Lestilaut. Rosina, Wilma, please leave us alone”, she instructed her gray shrine maidens who immediately complied and departed with almost as much grace as their lady.

I could feel her hesitation as she must have felt my already hardened sword poking at her ass, which felt surprisingly firm as I used it as a hold to pull her a bit closer to me.

“So, Myne, do you know who I am?”, I asked while she hesitantly let her fingers wander over my chest already.

Quite eager for somebody who is already intimidated by my signs of arousal.

“You saved Ehrenfest just yesterday from the Lord of Winter, Lord Lestilaut. You are a knight. A strong one. Maybe even the strongest one”, she began with a shy smile and every single word was music to my ears even sweeter than what her attendant had played on the harspiel just recently.

“Oh, I see you are quite well informed, Myne. Do you like knights? Do you meet with them often?”, I asked her and lowered my voice a bit as my free hand wandered to her hair. It seemed to be held up with some kind of stick with a pretty little fabric flower attached to it and as I pulled on it her whole hair came down. It went almost completely down to where my other hand was still gripping her ass.

“My Dad is a soldier. He protects us at the city gates. Knights do the same, no? But I do in fact not meet them often, Lord Lestilaut. I am mostly doing paperwork and manage the orphanage. The High Bishop is the one who does all the ceremonies in the noble's quarter”, she answered, completely missing my point.

“Oh, a soldier's daughter? How might you have come in possession of a noble's ring, then?”, I whispered into her ear and nibbled on her earlobe which made her shiver already, much to my satisfaction.

“It was a gift for my coming of age from the High Bishop. It helps me control my mana and allows me to pray more easily”, she reported back with her own lips at my ear.

So she is indeed a commoner? And she is in range with me? How is that even possible?

But I had more pressing issues right now as I noticed that my sword was beginning to hurt from how hard it was poking into the girl on my lap.

“How intriguing. You must be quite the special case. With quite some special talents, I assume”, I suggested seductively and guided her to rise from my lap.

A shy smile emerged on her face as she gazed at the quite obvious bulge that she had to be aware of for a while now.

“I pray that I will not disappoint you, Lord Lestilaut”, she said and knelt down in front of my crotch without even being told to. Then, with cautious but also curious movements she began to work on freeing my sword while I spread my legs for her to reach it easier.

Eineliebe outright refused taking it in her mouth and this Sister Myne offers it directly? What a pleasant change.

As my sword sprung free, still eager from the fighting just yesterday and anticipating of what this girl had planned, she seemed intimidated for a moment. She seemed almost hesitant as she reached out for it with one of her hands, while I merely observed how exactly she intended to pleasure me.

As her fingertips made contact with my shaft her touch was quite faint as if she did not truly dare to grab me, to stroke me, to pleasure me. It was enticing to see her building up the courage even though she was fully in the initiative here. I was merely sitting on my chair and had not moved ever since I had guided her from my lap. Seeing her explore my sword was fun, even though the intensifying pressure begged for release quite soon.

Myne seemed to think the same as she brought her lips to the tip of my sword and kissed it.

Such dedication. Eineliebe never showed such appreciation for my sword. And here, this girl just kissed it on her first encounter.

However, I noticed that the tingling sensation I felt from where her saliva was coming into contact with my most sensitive skin was not just excitement.

Shit. How much of a fool am I?

“Myne, wait”, I instructed with regret as she began to lick my sword and her mana burned me slightly. It was the telltale sign of somebody already quite rich in elements that it was only a slight burning sensation, but it was still not going to be overall enjoyable like this.

“My apologies, Lord Lestilaut. I did not intend to displease you with my lack of experience”, she immediately apologized with big shumil eyes that were looking up just centimeters away from my hard sword that she had just caressed so gently.

Lack of experience? No way. I am her first?

“It's alright, Myne. You were doing quite well. We just skipped a crucial step. Do you carry any potions like these?”, I asked and held a vial with one of my synchronization potions in front of her eyes.

She immediately nodded, her tiny nose grazing ever so slightly against the tip of my sword in the process, and reached for something at her belt that she then offered to me.

“My apologies for forgetting about it. It is also the reason why I was late, actually. The High Bishop taught me how to brew them just a bell ago”, she reported and I chuckled at the thought that I was going to pick the first flowers from the 'Lord of Evil's' High Priestess with his explicit support.

“Then, take a sip as poison-test if you will”, I suggested and offered her the same courtesy with my own potion. She seemed confused at that but obliged nevertheless so that we then could exchange the vials.

She is really not that far off mana-wise. Really, why did nobody adopt her or make her a mistress at least with so many elements and so much mana?

“Excellent. You may continue”, I declared and her shy licks grew more pleasant with each and every one.

I let her continue her exploration that grew more eager the longer she went about it, her strokes getting firmer, her rhythm steadier and she even went so far as to take the whole tip of my sword into her mouth without even being prompted.

At that point my hands wandered through her hair and marveled at the soft touch. I guided her head to move back and forth and at that point she began to lick it again, this time with abandon it seemed.

Her second hand found its way to my balls, here as well caressing them gently at first while her lips, tongue and other hand were already driving me beyond the point of mere arousal. And as her fingers then brushed over one particular spot I deemed myself patient enough and began to rock my hips in a way to complement her own rhythm.

“O Beischmacht, your disciple is skilled”, I exclaimed and it seemed that such praise only spurred her on further as she took more and more length of my sword into her mouth. I expected her to gag like the temple flowers in the past had done at that point at the latest but she did not. She was determined to make me come soon and I did not see any reason to delay anything.

I took her head firmly in both of my hands and stood up from my chair with her still at my crotch. She did seem a bit troubled with me suddenly taking over the initiative but she did not even try to pull away as I sunk into her mouth as far as I dared until my snow erupted in her throat. I eased my grip on her head as soon as I felt her trying to get away, presumably to breathe as she was gasping for air with strange gurgling noises as soon as my sword had glided out of her mouth.

But despite all her struggling in this moment she did not spill a drop. Such dedication from a girl who only knew my name effectively.

I observed her as she gathered herself before she immediately apologized again.

“Don't apologize when you took it so well in your mouth. And you claim to lack the experience?”, I smirked and she blushed slightly.

“Well, I asked the gray shrine maidens how to train for this and they brought me a wooden sword, but it is not comparable to yours in the slightest”, she said but now I was intrigued.

So even shrine maidens trained with wooden swords? Like apprentice knights?

I chuckled at the thought of her wielding a real training sword. It has to be mock genitalia, right?

“Show me that wooden sword, Myne”, I urged her and the blush on her face intensified much to my delight.

She rose to her feet and went over to the bed. If I had not just spent my whole snow inside her mouth I might have thrown her on it in just this instant. But I knew we had time. There was no need to rush anything.

I still took a few steps forward to observe her rummaging through her nightstand. Which definitely was not large enough to store a real training sword.

And indeed, as she stood up again with the tool in hand it was a quite anatomically accurate reproduction of a man's sword. Albeit of rather average dimensions it seemed.

I opened the curtains of her bed and sat down before I patted the spot next to me to gesture her to sit beside me. The bounciness of her mattress was odd but I was quite eager to see how it would work out for performing Beischmacht's dance.

“So, this piece of wood is how you trained to take a whole sword up your mouth?”, I asked and took it from her hands. It was polished to the maximum, no doubt nobody was very eager for splinters.

I held it in in front of her just slightly above her lips and she looked at me with curious eyes.

“Show me. Show me what you did to my sword just now. This change in perspective is quite arousing”, I said and she nodded and stretched herself to reach the wooden sword that she then kissed just as carefully as she had my own.

While my one hand held the object of her desire now, my other hand was on her ass again, slowly wandering up and down just like her own hand went back and forth. I grabbed one of her breasts as she was taking the sword in fully in her throat but not even that distraction seemed to disturb her in the slightest.

“You have trained very diligently for you duty”, I whispered in her ear and that seemed to evoke a reaction as she suddenly gasped for air and she took a moment to recover again. The blush on her face was beautiful.

Does nobody ever praise her here? Even though she is such an extraordinary exemplar?

As she was finished with her demonstration, my sword was already half hard again.

I removed the wooden training device from her hands and instead led her hands to help me out of my clothes. From what I had felt so far she herself was not wearing much under her robes, and those would be gone next.

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Hirschur did not look up as the door to her laboratory squeaked as it was opened. Few visited her anyway and even fewer dared to disturb her brewing. She assumed that it was Raimund, her newest disciple, and just stirred her admittedly very experimental brew for another few moments.

But just as she put down her spoon did somebody have the gall to actually address her. She was not finished with brewing after all!

The screeching of the voice was even more indicative of its owner than the words. Even though it was far from the first time that those words had been spoken.

“This place looks worse every time I visit, Hirschur. I guess this time I have come in vain. There is just no space”, Fraularm complained and Hirschur sighed. Did she really have to put her brew in a time-stopping magic tool now? Sending Fraularm away came at its own cost of missed opportunities, after all.

“Space could have been prepared if you had sent me an ordonnanz with a few days of warning, Fraularm”, she chided her and angled with her foot for the box that contained the time-stopping functionality. It was a drain on her mana to actually use it for just interrupting a brew, but losing the ingredients she had used up to now was an even worse drain on her budget.

“I did send you an ordonnanz. One five days ago and one three days ago. You never returned them”, Fraularm accused screechingly but Hirschur ignored that. If she had even sent two ordonnanzes it meant her business was important and so was her potential price. She smirked as she stowed the brew away and faced her afterwards.

Fraularm was not what was generally considered a very attractive woman, but Hirschur also did not like to think in those categories. What others called scrawny and sinewy, she called anatomically informative. With her, every touch told her something about the human body that others tended to hide. And there was something about her age that did not make her seem old or past her prime, but rather like a fine cheese or vize, there seemed to come nuances to life that only experiencing a large variety of events could bring forth.

And she was here for another round of their favorite game as it seemed judging from the box in her hands.

“Oh, I must have missed it, apologies. What did you bring to tonight's gamble then?”, Hirschur asked and ignored the scrutinizing and very clearly disapproving glance from her across the room.

“Taunadel spikes and a piece of ternisbefallen hide. But there is just no space here, Hirschur”, she admonished and Hirschur looked around as well.

“Under the table?”, she proposed but the resulting scowl was actually almost frightening.

“Absolutely not! Where do you sleep?”, she asked disgusted and Hirschur pointed to a chair that was currently covered in a blanket.

“You cannot be serious!”, she screeched and was about to turn on her heels to leave, but it was clear she had come with some intent and so Hirschur saw that her spinning from her turned into facing back to her again. It was a rather elegant movement. Almost as if she had taken some whirling classes at some point in the past.

“How about the tea party room, then?”, Hirschur proposed and Fraularm narrowed her eyes.

“That will be too obvious”, she said but Hirschur merely scoffed at that.

“I am the dormitory supervisor, I have booking privilege. I will just claim it is for an experiment and everybody will just be happy if I return it in the same state as it was before”, she proposed and Fraularm seemed ready to screech something about that but then she just shook her head.

“If it does not become routine it can work for an exception”, she agreed and turned around again to leave.

“I will knock on the door of Ehrenfest's tea party room in a quarter of a bell. See that nobody else is there”, she demanded and huffed slightly unamused.

Hirschur did not say anything and instead just took her monocle out of her eye to polish it. Taunadel spikes and ternisbefallen hide were indeed quite the valuable ingredients. What kind of information did she want her to wager?

She booked the room officially but since it was a Fireday on only the second week of the academic term nobody else had even put in a request yet anyway.

She took in her surroundings and decided that the pillows that were currently arranged on several sofas would make a nice collection on the floor and give them more space on the sofas instead.

And, at exactly the proposed time, there was a knock on the door and she went to open it immediately. While she loved to tease Fraularm for her lack of scholarly curiosity she was not actually so childish as to tease her with everything.

And especially not when she offered such nice things for their semi-regular gamble.

“What do you want me to bet?”, she asked and gestured to the empty sofa that offered quite some space by now. Fraularm narrowed her eyes before she nodded slowly.

“This will be acceptable. I want to know how Ehrenfest is passing all their written classes on their first day”, she said and now it was Hirschur's turn to narrow her eyes.

Aub Ehrenfest would be mad if that information leaked, but he was also not supplying her with any funding for her brewing and the information was not security critical. What if she learned about all those new learning materials? It would not be the end of the world. She nodded. The bet was on, the gamble could start.

“Do you need help with your clothes, Fraularm?”, Hirschur asked and Fraularm raised an eyebrow at her.

“You don't? There are all those ribbons on my shoulders where I need your hands to reach”, she noted and Hirschur stopped removing her own clothes to open those ribbons on her.

While, technically, it should be enough if only their undergarments were removed for their little gamble they had both agreed in the past that doing it with clothes mainly on was just not exciting enough. So they took the effort to undress fully before they began.

“Who will be on top this time?”, Hirschur asked and was met with a harshly furrowed brow.

“Me. You were last time and you wiggled your ass just conveniently out of range when I was close to winning, don't think I will let you do that this time again”, she declared and Hirschur smirked at that ridiculous notion. Fraularm was such a bad loser. But she still joined each and every time on the off-chance that she could win.

But she was also a bad winner in Hirschur's opinion.

Hirschur however did not object to the observation and instead lay down on the sofa, undressed as she was and waited for Fraularm to join her.

As Fraularm climbed on top of her and caged Hirschur's own hips between her arms while her head was caged between her thighs, did Hirschur slowly grow excited beyond the outlook of potentially winning a few brewing ingredients.

Their current arrangement had started as a dare from Fraularm to 'lick her where the Goddess of Light's rays never dared to reach' and Hirschur actually following up on that since she was curious about the experience. And once Fraularm had admitted to actually liking her oral ministrations had they made it a mutual experience. And Hirschur had to agree that receiving such rare attention was quite delightful as well.

“So we start with a waschen as usual and then all hands are off?”, Hirschur confirmed their standard agreement and heard a confirming grunt from Fraularm.

“Do you worst, but you will scream way before me”, she proclaimed with certainty that Hirschur was not sure was in any way justified.

She had suspected for a while now that Fraularm orchestrated those gambles more for her own pleasure than to actually win. Which was absolutely fine with her.

“Waschen”, she chanted and felt Fraularm's own cast on her behind that even slowly intruded her rear. In a way that was almost already enticing, but it was nothing to what followed then.

Fraularm let herself fall down, offering her puckered hole to Hirschur's face but before she could even reach her, she felt a forceful lick that made her shiver with pleasure.

She knew that Fraularm had a sharp tongue but in moments like these it was once again confirmed that that did not only refer to her words. No, Fraularm had a way to stiffen her usually so tender tongue in a way that made it impossible to ward her own hole against its intrusion.

She gasped as she felt herself widening under her forceful and yet so tempting approach that she had still not started to give Fraularm her pleasure in turn.

After all, whoever came first, lost.

So Hirschur stifled her moan and instead lifted her head up to reach Fraularm's tight ass. In order to win back some initiative she placed a kiss on the wrinkly ring of muscles and skin that was presented to her before she licked it in a circular motion. Almost fleeting, barely touching.

She knew that the slow licking resulted in a feeling of cold from where her saliva on the surrounding of Fraularm's puckered hole was met by air and as she felt especially daring today she even breathed in an almost hushing motion over her and was satisfied to see her shivering.

In that moment of distraction Hirschur stiffened her tongue and pushed it in, leading to a loud moan from Fraularm in consequence.

But it seemed that that now raised her competitive spirit as she somehow began to suck one side of her own hole before she brushed over that spot with what felt like a soft lip.

Hirschur's analyzing mind wished to confirm her assumptions but she knew that she couldn't. Not before she had made Fraularm scream with pleasure at least.

She raised her head even further to close as much distance as possible and alternated between those initial fleeting licks and strong strokes in what she hoped was an unpredictable pattern to quickly guide her over the edge. But Fraularm was persistent as she now seemed to press her lips on her hole and hummed against it, turning the vibrations of her lips into moans on Hirschur's own ones.

Hirschur threw her head back as the first signs of her nearing climax rushed through her. She knew it was a tactical mistake to remove her tongue from Fraularm's hole as she only doubled down as her own distraction stopped in that instant. But she could not help herself. She howled and groaned from the sheer force that should have been impossible to merely be exerted with just a tongue but here she was, administering pleasure to her asshole as if she had mastered that particular art over the last months.

Her breathing grew labored and she effectively gave up as wave after wave crushed over her and she had to admit her defeat before she would lose her mind and be unable to brew anything for days in the aftermath.

“You win, Fraularm. It's books. There are some new books available in Ehrenfest's dormitory. Everybody is reading them. And the students gamble for a price as well. Some recipe as far I am aware. Everybody is stoked and does not intend to lose to their peers. It's excellent. Just as your skills with your tongue”, Hirschur admitted as Fraularm slowly rose from her body and sat down on Hirschur's face.

“If you finish the job I will leave the ingredients with you anyway”, were the words that reached Hirschur's ears a bit muffled, but she quickly counted her blessings and began to bring Fraularm over the edge as well.

She had not been far from the edge herself Hirschur noticed almost immediately as heavy breathing and blissful moans soon reached her ears and the ass was lifted from her face and gave way to a victorious grin.

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“Fernestine, I really hope you will show some proper gratefulness for Sylvester's magnanimity to take you as his third wife. Aub Ahrensbach was rather disappointed that our agreement fell through”, Veronica said with a smile as poisonous as everything else that came from her.

I smiled politely in return.

“Of course. With my brother's sacrifice I will be able to help Ehrenfest by growing its archducal family from his seed. I am ever so thankful for anybody who made this possible”, I replied demurely even though I did not really like the outlook of changing my position from half-sister to third wife.

But Sylvester had been quite insistent that even that was better than me becoming a sister wife to Georgine who he claimed to be a quite dangerous woman to be around.

And like this I can really help Ehrenfest better than with a marriage that would only tighten already existing interduchy relations.

“Do not disappoint him. You may also express your gratitude towards me for having you trained for such a position. A third wife is usually the one for the heart, but since Florencia is already in that position for Sylvester, you can only convince him of your worth by attending his needs in Beischmacht's domain”, she declared without even activating sound blocking tools. All her and my retainers were therefore completely aware of this rather distasteful discussion.

“Of course, Lady Veronica. I will offer him all those skills you arranged for me to develop.”

I was attended by Rihyarda for today. As the attendant who always took care of those of the archducal family who had the hardest time to acquire retainers she was now my saving grace.

A wedding night with the next Aub Ehrenfest was a highly important and political affair after all. In the months since our engagement I had decompressed my mana enough to eventually sense Sylvester so that our union could indeed be blessed by Entrinduge.

Rihyarda had selected a thin robe in Sylvester's favorite color that still complemented my light blue hair excellently. Before my graduation I had worn it in a single, long braid. Held in place by a hair clip our father had gifted me for becoming first in class in my first year at the Royal Academy.

But ever since I had come of age I had chosen a circular braid around my neck. Veronica had claimed that it would distract from my small chest.

A year after my graduation it was still my greatest weakness. And once again I felt self-conscious as I looked down on my rather flat chest. Veronica had often mocked me for my petite frame and my accompanying small breasts that I fit easily in my delicate hands. At least my dark areolas apparently contrasted pleasantly with my pale skin. At least that was one of the rare compliments that Oswald had made me during my bridal training.

I smiled at the faint hope that Sylvester might like them as well. And then I blushed at the thought how they might disappear in his big and strong hands.

In preparation of tonight I had also asked Rihyarda to shave my private parts. That was another thing that Oswald had always insisted on being important and I had no reason to doubt his judgment in all winter related things since he had been my tutor for those from the day of my graduation till my engagement to Sylvester.

I wanted this to be perfect tonight. Sylvester should not come to regret the sacrifice he had brought by being starbound to me after all.

And so, after the ceremony had been done and our contract had been signed, had I retreated into my new chambers and began the preparations for tonight.

Sylvester had a reputation for being very skilled in Beischmacht's dance and so I did not want to be too perfectly prepared since I expected him to appreciate making some final touches, but I nevertheless began rubbing along my outer chalice to begin the summoning of Flutrane's waters.

I circled my own pearl with deliberate movements and moved a finger in and out my chalice until I could feel the familiar lubrication inside me. I kept it at that, only adding a bit of stimulation from time to time to keep my excitement slightly up while I waited for Sylvester. Which was at least half a bell.

As I heard the door being opened I began with some purring noises that I had learned were appreciated as a sign of demure anticipation.

“My, Fernestine, are you already behind the curtains?”, Sylvester asked with a playful tone and I purred a bit louder for him in confirmation.

“I am so glad to be graced by your visit tonight, Sylvester. I am eager to make you feel good tonight”, I promised and heard him chuckle from that.

“You don't have to stress about that, Fernestine. It's really quite easy to have a good time, I am very optimistic that we can achieve that”, he noted cheerfully and parted the curtains to my bed.

I was still wearing the rather short robe but I had not put any underwear on. I was sure from the way I was currently sitting on the bed he was immediately aware of this circumstance while I smiled at him shyly.

“You were so generous in accepting a starbinding to me, Sylvester, I will make sure that you will never regret that”, I promised once again and changed to all fours before I crawled to the edge of the bed were Sylvester was still standing. He pressed a vial with his synchronization potion on my lips and I ingested it greedily before I gestured to the nightstand where my own had been placed that Sylvester drank similarly with no restraint.

I looked up at him through my long eyelashes and closed the last distance between us as I put my mouth on his clothed sword. I then began to lick it without breaking eye contact.

“Fernestine, you are indeed very eager”, he commented with a sudden gasp but he did not stop me. Instead he began to play with my hair and undid my braid with his fingers so that it fell to my sides and to my back.

Meanwhile, I felt him already getting hard from my maneuver and I was really glad for that. I had heard that men sometimes suffered from a lack of arousal if their wife was not sufficient in some way and I had feared up to this moment that this might just be the case.

But right now he could not see my small breasts, only my comparatively wide hips on my otherwise petite frame and it seemed that that was enough in combination with my oral skills to get him hard.

I hummed with satisfaction and he groaned slightly when the vibrations reached him as well.

Good thing that I trained so much for this.

I upped my game and tentatively tried to free his sword from his pants just with my mouth. I grabbed the drawstring that held up his undergarments with my teeth and pulled them down gently only for his eager sword to slap me in the face as soon as it was freed.

With my bounty so clearly in reach I began to almost inhale his sword and took him deep into my mouth and throat, sucking and licking on him till I felt the need for air.

“Fernestine? Please don't choke”, Sylvester seemed suddenly alarmed as I made the gurgling noises from barely being to able to breathe that Oswald had praised me so much for when he had trained me to ignore my gag reflex. I looked up at him with begging eyes and gave myself a bit more air since Sylvester seemed irritated from my struggle instead of aroused.

“It's alright, Sylvester. I am just enjoying your impressive sword a bit too much like this”, I told him as he removed his sword from my mouth with clear worry in his eyes and I had fully recovered my breathing.

“Fernestine, it's okay. It's our wedding night. You don't have to push yourself like this. Come let me take care of you”, he said and I did not object because how could I? Sylvester was now my head of house and I was eager to please him with my obedience.

He climbed next to me in bed and I let myself fall on my back to see what he intended to do with my body to entertain himself.

“Are you a bit shy about your breasts, Fernestine? You are not wearing any undergarments but your robe is still tightly hugging your chest. Do you want it to stay covered or I am allowed to see them?”, he asked and I shortly froze. I could not process his words.

As I came by again I almost mechanically opened my robe for his easy access. Of course my husband was allowed to see and touch anything of me. It was my duty to fulfill his every wish. It did not matter that I was self-conscious about them.

“Your nipples are already hard and standing so straight”, he praised as he took one of them in his mouth while one of his big hands took my other breast and kneaded it with a bit of force but not so much that it hurt.

“They suit you so perfectly, Fernestine, don't be shy about them”, he said after he had released my nipple from his mouth with a quite wet plopping noise.

“I am glad you like them, Sylvester”, I said and put my hands into his hair to massage his head.

“Are you ready to go further, Fernestine?”, he asked when he seemed satisfied with caressing my breasts and I nodded. Of course I was ready. I had been ready even before he had entered my chambers.

I felt his hand wander between my legs and a few tentative strokes of his fingers through my folds.

“Oh, I see why you were so eager, Fernestine. You could have said something. I did not mean to leave you hanging here, I thought you might appreciate a bit slower pace”, Sylvester said with a chuckle and I blushed at the implication that he had intended to slow down his own desire for my sake. Oswald had always told me to expect to please my husband at the drop of a hat.

“So, as it seems that you had quite some thorough 'ladies' education', Fernestine, might you actually have a preference for our first time? Would you like to be on top, or below me?”, he asked and I knew that in such questions the first suggestion was usually the one that was preferred as an answer.

“I'd be glad to ride you, Sylvester”, I therefore whispered seductively and he grinned at me widely.

“I like your shamelessness, Fernestine”, he assured me as he rolled on his back and I immediately climbed on top of him to straddle him.

I lifted my hips and reached out for his sword so that I could align it with my chalice. Since I had not received any training since my engagement to Sylvester had been official it had been a few months since I had last had a sword inside me, but I was sure that I had not unlearned anything in the meantime.

I lowered my hips and pushed down on him in one swift motion only to involuntarily hiss at the sudden pain. Sylvester's sword was big and it seemed after months without training my chalice had forgotten anything it had learned in how to accommodate a sword spontaneously. I was mortified at my involuntary reaction that could very clearly be interpreted as not liking his sword inside me.

Sylvester had noticed my discomfort, much to my dismay, and stroked my thighs in a reassuring way.

“Fernestine, please don't push yourself. I am sure that you are as eager as I, but there is no gain in it if you are hurting”, he comforted me and allowed me a few moments of respite while my chalice slightly widened and the stretching sensation grew bearable.

Tentatively, I contracted the muscles inside my chalice in the rhythmic pattern I had learned over months of training and Sylvester's expression turned from concerned to a boyish grin with an interested sparkle almost in an instant.

I returned that grin to him and slowly added some up and down movement from my hips. Since I was now aware that I could not rely on my former experience too much to shield me from the pain, I upped my noble facade and smiled at him brightly as I rode him and massaged his sword with my chalice.

“Fernestine! This is amazing!”, he praised and grabbed my breasts to knead them. He did not seem in the least disturbed by how few there was actually to grab and he rolled my nipples between his fingers with enthusiasm. I could not deny the pleasant tingle he evoked from that and I moaned his name.

“Sylvester, Sylvester!”, I breathed heavily as I had learned that men liked it most if they were just hearing their name.

Suddenly I felt Sylvester stiffen under me, his hands removed from my breasts and firmly grabbing my hip before his throbbing sword shot his snow deep inside me.

I smiled at the explosion of mana that meant that I could perhaps already receive Entrinduge's blessings for Ehrenfest's future today.

“Thank you, Sylvester”, I began to express my gratitude and slowly moved my hips so that his softening sword could slide out without issue. The warm feeling of him having impaled me still remained.

“You just felt so amazing, Fernestine. I am sorry, usually I can control myself better”, Sylvester apologized while still breathing heavily but I did not understand why.

“Your snow inside my chalice is all I could ever ask for, Sylvester”, I tried to assure him but he raised an eyebrow at me before he rolled me over, moved down himself and sunk his head between my legs.

Is he going to confirm that he has indeed spent his snow inside me?

I widened my legs so that he could see whatever he might have wished to inspect.

I did not expect the sudden sensation of his tongue, drenched in his mana-rich saliva, licking over my pearl. I shuddered and moaned slightly.

“Sylvester, what-”, I began but he just continued licking around, stroking between my folds with his strong and purposeful tongue and I could only gasp at the tingling he sent through my body.

“Sylvester!”, I moaned, because I was not sure what I should actually do now. He obviously had a plan and as a good wife I just had to take what he was giving me.

If only I could know what exactly he was currently giving me!

I felt a sudden contraction in my chalice, followed by the vibrations of his chuckle against my folds. He then put his tongue inside my chalice which was still full of his snow and seemed to explore me there with his curious and unrelenting licks.

My hips bucked on their own to be closer to Sylvester as I continued moaning his name. The tingling only grew more intense and the contractions became harder as well before I could not take it anymore and clamped my legs shut only to notice with delay that I was now pressing Sylvester's head firmly between my thighs.

But I could only scream more as I felt as if I was now expelling the snow that Sylvester had so generously put into me.

I was a disgrace of a wife. It was so wasteful that I had to fight hard with my tears.

“That was amazing, Fernestine. You came directly on my face”, Sylvester seemed even more out of breath than me and I feared that I had unconsciously suffocated him with my loss of control.

His face was drenched in the mixture of our fluids and I felt utter shame at seeing him like this. The man should always stay composed and be served and pleasured by the wife after all.

“Let me cast a waschen on you”, I pleaded but he only smirked at me and licked his lips.

“Nope, I am fine. You are beautiful when you climax, Fernestine”, he praised and stroked my cheek gently which only confused me more.

“Climax, Sylvester?”, I asked which made him turn his head.

“Yeah, with how familiar you seemed with Beischmacht's dance I am surprised that you do not know that term. You know, for a man it's shooting their snow, and for a woman, what was it called, ah, Verdrenna's thunder”, he chuckled.

“I have never felt this 'thunder' before”, I admitted which made him kiss me but I recoiled.

Not, because his face was so dirty, but because I was confused at the intimacy.

“Sylvester, please don't push yourself. I know that Florencia is the only one in your heart”, I tried to assure him, but he only chuckled.

“A bit of cuddling after calling winter is just part of the whole experience, no?”, he proposed and I did not dare to object even though that seemed alien to me. Oswald had never included 'cuddling' in his training sessions. It was over with his snow in my chalice.

“Say, Fernestine, I wasn't your first, right?”, he suddenly inquired calmly while he was pulling me closer to him with his arm around my waist. But I was not sure whether I should tell him the truth. Veronica had always claimed it to not be shameful since it was in preparation of my duties as third wife, but I had never shaken off the last of my doubts.

“It's okay, Fernestine, you know you weren't my first, either, right?”, Sylvester said with a chuckle and I put my head on his chest as I decided I could tell him anything.

“I received extensive training to ensure that I was not going to disappoint as a wife”, I admitted quietly and I felt Sylvester's grip around my waist tightening.

“Training?”, he asked and I could hear how strained his voice was.

“Yes, I practiced how to please my husband with all parts of my body and trained maneuvers with my chalice that lead to great pleasure for a sword”, I summarized and I felt him stroking my side softly with his thumb.

“And yet, despite extensive training, you never felt this thunder?”, he asked solemnly and I nodded.

“I was not aware that my body could react like that”, I mumbled and he sighed.

“I see. Don't worry, Fernestine. I will make sure that you feel this thunder every time from now on.”

I did not understand why he was so serious about that but I was aghast at his generousity.

“Thank you, Sylvester.”

“You deserve nothing less, Fernestine.”

Chapter Text

Who of those two should I choose? Who should be the next Zent? And would the other accept that?

I had avoided answering that question for years now. Anastasius had courted me quite intensely, but so did Sigiswald with all the thoughtful gifts he had sent to me since we did not share any more years at the Royal Academy anymore.

Both of them seemed more than willing to fight for my hand and I was scared of making the wrong choice. And that was why I was sitting alone in one of the gazebos, staring at the snowy gardens and the magically blooming flowers on some of the bushes. I could feel the tears rising up inside of me and I tried to blink them away as I fought hard for self-control.

Grandfather had wanted to give me a choice, but it was the cruelest thing he had ever demanded from me. How could I choose the next Zent? Those were questions the Zent had to answer, not me!

A scoff from one of my retainers warned me of Anastasius' arrival.

Most likely he did not like seeing me at one of the gazebos without him, since I had declined each and every invitation.

Was he already so possessive that he had to confirm personally that I was not seeing anybody else? As if I could have thrown the whole country into the next civil war with seeing eyes. I knew I had to choose one of the princes. But who could promise me that they would accept my choice in the end?

“Lady Eglantine, what a pleasant twist of Dregarnuhr's weaving that we would find ourselves meeting in such a place that I thought just might not tickle your fancy at all”, Anastasius began as I discreetly blinked the tears away and hid behind my trained noble facade. I rose and faced him with my polite smile.

“My, Prince Anastasius, how serendipitous that your stroll through the Academy grounds just led you to the gazebos”, I noted but I could not shake the impression that he was angry at me for even being here.

It's just a nice place to be alone. Could somebody who begrudges me even that really be a good husband and Zent?

“Are you perhaps waiting for somebody, Lady Eglantine? I would not want to disturb you in such a case”, he began with fake consideration and I had to suppress any signs of exasperation at his obvious, and misplaced, jealousy.

“My, I merely wished to spend a moment alone with my thoughts. The dormitory can get stuffy from time to time and the gardens are indeed lovely”, I clarified and hoped that he would get my hint and leave me alone again.

“Ah, my apologies, you have important decisions to consider, I imagine. I would not wish to hinder any progress in that regard”, he acknowledged and I was surprised that he had actually understood what worried me.

Maybe, behind the eagerness to win me over there was some attentiveness as well? Or am I lying to myself in hopes to somehow find a justification for my decision that could withstand any dissection enough to prevent another war?

I smiled at him almost sincerely as he left.

“I will then continue on my way to the ditter field. Dunkelfelger and Ehrenfest are fighting over some magic tools and decided that ditter of all things could solve that”, he noted and I chuckled at his exasperation.

“As uncommon as it may seem outside of Dunkelfelger it is at least a way to solve disputes without leaving behind the embers of resentment. It is even protected by the Book of Laws”, I commented politely and had to work hard on keeping my facade in check till he left.

Could ditter be perhaps the solution for my problem? Could I choose one over the other for their performance in ditter and everybody had to accept the outcome?

“Professor Rauffen, may I ask you for a meeting? I have a few questions concerning ditter and I imagine there might be none more suitable for that than you”, I began and his sudden eagerness triggered my guard knights who immediately came closer to ward him off. He sure was intense about ditter.

“Lady Eglantine, I am glad that you are interested in this quite obviously very important piece of culture! How about tomorrow at fifth bell? Did the ditter between Lord Lestilaut and Lady Rozemyne spark the ditter flames all over the Royal Academy?! Ha! It is indeed quite reassuring that even somebody from Klassenberg grows interested!”, he lauded and I smiled at him uncomfortably. I did not mind the fast meeting, but it still was quite extraordinary to arrange it as such. But I could not wait for getting more information.

“Lady Eglantine, I see where you are coming from, but neither bride-taking nor bride-stealing ditter will be the solution for your problem.”

Professor Rauffen had listened to my problem behind sound blockers quite sternly and then just crushed all my hopes with that one sentence.

No. How could that be? Weren't those two cases exactly solutions to disputes about engagements?

He looked at me with a difficult frown before he began to elaborate.

“They both require that you made a choice and that either the chosen one or the not chosen one enforces an outcome. This might lead to way more conflict than just one ditter match, Lady Eglantine. If I understood you correctly, you are looking for a way to decide fairly between two potential grooms. Which is a rather rare case”, he noted and I tried to not look too glum.

“'Rare' means it is not without precedent?”, I asked hopefully and he was rather apprehensive to answer me.

“Please, Professor Rauffen. If there is a ditter that can help me solve this, you must be aware of it, right? The personal costs do not matter as long as it will lead to a peaceful outcome”, I pleaded till he averted his eyes and clicked his tongue.

“Your case is indeed not without precedent. You are looking for wife-making ditter. But it comes indeed at a rather large personal cost, Lady Eglantine. One I am hesitant to voice in your presence”, he said and shot me a look that spoke a harsh warning. I gulped and nodded. I was desperate. If this could be solved with this rare kind of ditter, then I had to do it!

“In wife-making ditter, Lady Eglantine, both potential grooms demonstrate their blessings from Beischmacht as those are necessary to receive Entrinduge's blessings after the starbinding. The bride experiences both blindly, then chooses based on their performance and her satisfaction. I believe the last documented case was roughly five hundred years ago, but it is still a practice protected by the Book of Laws”, Professor Rauffen explained with his lips hidden behind his hands.

Very understandable that he would not want to be caught telling me something like this. What kind of ditter was that?

“You mean to tell me I would have to call winter with both princes? Before being starbound to either?”, I asked and hid my own mouth behind my tea cup. That was the most scandalous thing I had ever heard!

“Thus is the nature of wife-making ditter. And I have to add that both princes will be in the room for that, as well as judge who would most likely be me, to prevent any foul play”, he noted before he shook his head as if to throw the thought away.

“But the personal costs must surely exceed the gain, Lady Eglantine. I apologize for mentioning such a scandalous topic to you before you have even graduated”, he said and excused himself from the meeting.

Scandalous indeed. But it was at least an option. Finally, a ray of hope.

It had taken me multiple more random encounters with Anastasius and his unjustified jealousy before I lost all my hope to any other possible solution.

I requested a meeting with Aub Klassenberg to discuss the possibility of solving the issue with wife-making ditter and he was naturally devastated that I even dared to propose such a thing. But the political benefits were obvious. I could then be First Queen in a peaceful country. And everybody could be sworn to silence either way.

When he finally agreed, he promised me that he would take care of arranging for this ditter. It would have to happen between my graduation and the archduke conference so that my choice could be announced then. I nodded and pushed the thoughts away at what was to come.

Both of the princes had agreed to the ditter and a contract had been signed even though we did not meet for that and instead sent the contract around to be signed by everybody involved. I was glad for that as it allowed me to not think about it too much.

Anastasius had been stone-faced whenever I had met him in the days leading to the graduation, but he had not acknowledged it in any way yet and I was grateful for that as well.

For my escort, against any tradition, I was led to graduation by both princes, one on my right arm, the other on my left. If they had not been the Zent's sons I guess the scandal of that might have been enormous. Like this, everybody knew that I was still unsure, but it was declared that I would make a choice that was to be announced at the upcoming archduke conference.

I whirled at Anastasius' side and tried to not think about the ditter on the near horizon. Grandfather had not said anything in particular but there were only so many weeks till the archduke conference.

As the proceedings of the day came to an end I was congratulated by many people, Professor Rauffen being one of them.

“Your whirling was breath-taking, Lady Eglantine. I am sure the Gods felt your devotion”, he said before he took a deep breath and added what nobody had deemed important enough to tell me yet.

“So the ditter begins in half a bell.”

What?! Today?! On the day of my graduation?!

As I stared at him with a bit more surprise than I usually allowed to shine through I was offered an arm for an escort from both sides. I looked up and saw Prince Sigiswald to my left and Prince Anastasius to my right. Both equally stone-faced.

Why did nobody warn me that it was to happen today already?!

But I breathed in and out and accepted both arms as my escort as they led me away in the direction of a Royal Villa. Our retainers followed us and so did Professor Rauffen.

Only my head attendant remained to change me from my graduation dress into a robe that was tied by a sash I could open and tie by myself later on.

When I then went from the changing room into the main guest chambers alone I saw that I was the last to arrive. Prince Anastasius and Prince Sigiswald wore similar robes as me, while Professor Rauffen was still fully dressed. And he had three vials with some white potion in his hand.

“Since synchronization with two different people in such a short time will be nearly unachievable a potion that suppresses the rejection of mana shall be consumed by all participants of this ditter. It does not facilitate synchronization however so Entrinduge's blessings will be withheld from this ditter. Its existence falls under the same contract of silence that was attached to this ditter contract.” His rather monotonous voice made this whole thing still so unreal.

Even as I downed the potion, clad in only my robe, I did not feel ready for what I was obviously about to do now.

To think it would happen on the day of my coming of age. Who had pushed for the first possible date? One of the princes? The Zent? Or grandfather? No, I do not want to think about people who might be invested into me calling winter.

“Lady Eglantine, the rules for wife-making ditter demand that you cannot know who is currently demonstrating their qualities. The princes will be therefore using individual sound blocking tools, while you are expected to wear this blindfold”, he said and handed me something that looked like a sash and was embroidered over and over with Verbergen's sigil. I had no doubt that it would make it impossible to see anything, but I was not sure whether that would make everything easier or even weirder.

“I understand”, I merely acknowledged and took the blindfold from him. I then went over to the bed, sat down and tied it around my eyes which made it as if I was surrounded by utter darkness.

And then a bell rang.

So the ditter bell was still part of this? Well, he had said it was an official ditter variant.

Somebody took my hand into theirs and touched it gently. My heartbeat increased in just that moment and from this still rather chaste touch. I knew it would not be long before I would be touched in many other places, private places, and it was maybe the outlook of that that suddenly frightened me more than just this hand on mine.

I could feel some weight shifting on the mattress. He must have sat down next to me. And the arm on my shoulders was a firm confirmation for that. I gasped as he then took my hand and placed it on his chest. His bare chest. His robe was apparently gone already.

So he was sitting next to me, naked?!

I could feel my cheeks blushing from the sheer thought and my breathing sped up. Those cheeks were then graced by the soft touch of lips and I worked hard to keep my physical reactions a bit more under control.

The hand on my shoulder gently pulled the robe away so that it fell down. My lower half was still covered, thanks to the sash that was holding it in place, but I was firmly aware that my upper half was fully exposed. Instinctively I tried to cover my chest with my arms, but as soon as I did my arms were gently, but forcefully, opened and one of my hands was guided back to his chest, while the other was guided to a lower place. I first felt something that must have been a thigh, before my fingers brushed against something different and a short shriek escaped me at the unexpected feeling.

He made me open my hand and guided me to embrace the hard piece of flesh but I had trouble to wrap all my fingers around it like he seemed to want me to do. Wordlessly, but still very easy to interpret just from how he covered my hand in his, he instructed me to move my hand up and down, stroking his sword with a slow rhythm. I somehow had not expected to take any active role in this ditter.

Nobody ever told me how these things worked! Is this not just supposed to be the act of putting the sword into the chalice until the snow is spent? Why is he making me touch his sword?

But while I was confused, I did not resist and just did as I was bade. I froze as I remembered that we were not alone in this room.

In order to ensure fairness in this ditter the other prince was watching. And Professor Rauffen was overseeing everything as the judge. But I am sitting here with my bare breasts! No!

I suddenly felt embarrassed and fell back on the bed in hopes that they could see less of me in that position and the sudden weight and warmth I felt on top of me at least made sure of that.

I could feel his lips sucking on my breasts, even going so far as biting one of nipples until I gasped and I could feel them peak. His sword was grinding in my thigh and his hands made quick process with the sash that was still holding my robe up. I felt it slide from my body and falling on the sheets.

I was now fully naked and he placed his hand between my legs. I shrieked once again at the unexpected touch as he began to stroke around my chalice with determination, while he poked his hard sword into my thigh still, making me firmly aware that he was ready to go.

And something in my chalice reacted to his ministrations. I could feel it warming up, my mana gathering there and the feeling of wetness taking hold. He seemed to notice that as well as he suddenly pushed a finger into it, drawing another gasp from me.

How could one finger already feel so big? And why was he moving so fast? What was he looking for?

More gasps escaped my mouth before he removed his finger and stopped his circling strokes from his other hand. He also stopped sucking on my breasts and I could feel him shifting his weight around before I became firmly aware of the presence of something at the entrance of my chalice.

He pressed against it, but did not enter.

What is he waiting for? Is this not the part that counts?

I could feel him taking my legs into his hands and moving them up. My calves were resting on his shoulders and I tried to not think about what he must be seeing right now, resting exactly between my legs with the tip of his sword at my entrance.

Then his hands moved to my hips and I could feel his firm grip.

Is he just so strong or is he applying physical enhancement right now?

The pressure intensified as he began to enter my chalice and I began to fear that he was ripping me apart by that. The sudden realization that I had not even been able to wrap my fingers fully around his sword hit me as he pushed steadily into me, making my chalice stretch and me scream in pain.

But he did not retreat. He just paused for a moment and then continued on. Or maybe he was more pulling me down on his sword with his strong hands on my hips. Or maybe it was both. I was too distracted by the unexpected pain and the feeling of fullness.

I was glad for the blindfold as it allowed me to hide the tears that undoubtedly had emerged by now. I had been warned that the first time might be painful, but I had not expected this. And then he started moving.

The first thrusts were still rather gentle and helped me to get a bit more accustomed to the feeling of having something or somebody filling me so completely. The pain subsided as well as he continued rocking into me and I could hear myself moan from it.

So that is Beischmacht's dance? I begin to see why people might fancy it.

He increased his speed and intensity all of a sudden and I screamed at the change in pace that my chalice was in no way prepared for. But he did not slow down at that. Instead he began sucking on my breasts again and resumed the circling motion outside my chalice which suddenly felt very, very good. I could hear my screams turn into moans again and I felt something rising inside of me. Something that felt like I lost all control over my body. I panted heavily as he pistoned in and out of me relentlessly until I could feel a wave of lightning crash over me and my chalice cramped along his sword with a strange feeling of pleasure and a guttural cry that was very clearly not from pain.

This whole reaction seemed to spur him on even further but it did not feel as good anymore as before.

“Wait, wait”, I begged as what had been bearable before suddenly felt overwhelming, but he did not follow my request. He did slow down, but instead of the short and fast thrusts he merely seemed to switch over to long and slow ones that were somehow more bearable but still made me groan from how crazy he drove me with those sensations that were so intense that the pleasant tingling had turned into pain again.

Just as the pain was finally about to tune down again and I was beginning to enjoy the sensation a bit, I felt a sudden burst of mana inside me. The potion did as advertised and prevented any repulsion but I still felt the warm and wet mass that he was shooting into me.

Why was it called snow, when it felt so hot?

I panted as he seemed to empty his all into me with a few more strokes before he withdrew from my chalice, leaving me behind feeling confused.

Was that nice? Or painful? Or both? Is this how I want to call winter with my husband?

I let my hand wander down to feel with my fingertips just how much he had widened my chalice with his sword. I shuddered as I could easily fit three of my fingers inside, with room to spare. And all three fingers were undoubtedly covered in a mixture of our bodily fluids now.

“The first participant has demonstrated his qualities”, Professor Rauffen suddenly announced and while I had pushed his presence far away from my mind this simple statement made clear that he had seen and heard everything. Especially that I had just inserted three of my own fingers into my chalice without issue.

I wished for a blanket to cover myself but this bed only had some pillows as I searched with my arms across the sheets. I grabbed one and placed it in front of my chest to at least cover that part while I closed my legs to hide my shame. The sudden movement made some of the snow that was buried inside of me spill out and made me feel a great many things at once.

“Lady Eglantine, I will now have to reset the ditter field to allow a fair comparison between both participants”, he declared and I heard his steps approaching the bed.

What? Resetting the ditter field? Does he intend to change the bedsheets?

“Lady Eglantine, I will cast a spell that restores the chalice to its virgin state, but it requires that your chalice comes into direct contact with my schtappe”, he elaborated monotonously and if not for the blindfold I would have stared at him with open disbelief.

He intends to do what?!

“Professor Rauffen, surely you are jesting. You are here merely as a judge so that the results cannot be doubted afterwards. I was not expecting an aspect that requires your schtappe in a place where it definitely does not belong.”

“I am indeed the judge of this ditter and in that role it is my duty to ensure the fairness of the setting. A first time comes with its own challenges and advantages so it is necessary to reset the field”, he explained in his calm voice and I gritted my teeth.

Were there more things that were not included in the explanation upfront? But the magic contract for this ditter was signed.

I sighed, nodded and spread my legs slightly before I felt something long, thin and pulsating with mana being entered slowly.

“May Heilschmerz' blessing be granted and Efflorelume's graces restored”, he chanted and I could feel my chalice contracting hard as it shrunk out of its stretched state and expelled the snow inside of it at the same time.

It was strange. It felt like it had never been stretched and just as calm and unassuming as always.

“Waschen”, was the next word from Professor Rauffen and it seemed he was indeed also responsible for keeping the sheets clean. The sticky feeling between my legs and on my hand disappeared in an instant.

I heard his footsteps walking away from me and the gentle touch on my shoulder a few moments later made clear that it was now time for the other prince to demonstrate his qualities.

Halfway done. As soon as this is over, I can make a choice and have nobody question it.

The thought made me smile and it seemed to entice him into kissing my neck.

Huh? That is an option? Feels nice, actually.

I leaned a bit into this kiss as this whole ditter was beyond shame anyway. One of his hands began to caress my shoulder, while the lips wandered down a bit to kiss my collarbone. Another pleasant sensation as I had to admit.

His other hand began to stroke my hair, but he seemed hesitant. Maybe because it is still up? Utterly ironic that this part of decency remained. Is it really the let down hair that has to be preserved as a husband's privilege after today? I chuckled at the thought which made him pause for a moment.

Oh, had I confused him with that? But how considerate that he actually paid attention to that.

The hand that had tried to play with my hair now went down and caressed the side of my neck before it wandered down to my waist.

The kisses were also spread more downwards now as I could feel them fleeting across my breasts, ever so soft, only daring ever so slightly. As his hand, that had been on my shoulder still, went down to touch my hip I lay back on the bed to give him better access. We both knew where this ditter had to lead to after all.

He had just seen his brother call winter with me after all! He had been in the room.... Why was he so shy and hesitant still?

But he took the cue and seated himself between my legs as he spread my thighs with both hands and I could feel the mattress shift from his weight. His brother had used his hands on me so that was what I had expected from his as well, but this was not a hand. And it also did not feel like his sword either.

The tickling sensation of a warm and strong something sent sparks through my body.

What is he doing?! That is no finger!

Only as some short, warm wind was added to the mix did I understand that he must be using his mouth right now and that the warm and strong thing had to be his tongue.

At some point he even added kisses all around the area of my chalice. And the first, tentative intrusion from his tongue did not feel jarring at all. This is good. O, Beischmacht, why was I not aware of this?

He went on for quite some while with his ministrations and I could feel my chalice growing wet from Flutrane's waters and also from his saliva. As he suddenly sucked on some part I squeaked, but it was more the surprise than pain. The tender licks that followed afterwards seemed almost like an apology and I heard me moaning from them.

As he then inserted a finger while he was licking that pleasurable spot with unpredictable patterns it did not even feel out of place. And I only moaned a bit louder as he added a second one to it and began moving them in and out of me together.

The pleasant sparks of excitement that rushed through me leisurely at this point made me reconsider what the first experience had done to me. This right now was not as intense, but also not painful at all.

As he removed his fingers out of my chalice and his mouth from that spot, I braced myself for the sword that was undoubtedly to come now. But it was as if he had read my tension and resumed the stroking and caressing motions until I relaxed a bit and fell back into enjoying that calm storm he was summoning under my skin.

I was in fact so distracted by whatever his hands were doing that I only really felt his sword after he had already entered me.

I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness but this one did not stretch me out to the point that I feared being ripped apart. It was still something that my chalice had to accommodate but his slow, rocking motions seemed to help me ease into welcoming his sword.

I felt him entering with his full length and gasped at the sensation of his first full thrust.

That ended with him releasing his snow into me already.

Huh? No! We just started! Why was it over already?!

If not for the blindfold I would have glared at him as he slid out of me. But in contrast to his brother, the winter did not seem to end here. He returned to using his fingers and his mouth on me, seemingly ignoring the circumstance that he was coming into contact with his own snow now as well.

But he did not stop until I found my own release in the soft waves of pleasure that he was calling forth.

That was... so different. How should I compare the two and decide what I wanted?

“The second participant has demonstrated his qualities”, Professor Rauffen's voice sounded while I was still coming down from my small high.

“I will restore the field so that you and your chosen husband will not be bereft of the traditional experience of your starbinding night”, he declared and I could hear his footsteps approaching once again.

Just his schtappe once again inside and then this whole thing will be over.

I steadied my breath and opened my legs for him to 'restore the field'.

Once again I felt him inserting his schtappe quite deeply into me and the mana from his spell unstretching my chalice and purging all snow and fluids. And only now did I notice that it also immediately ended my high.

I was calm. And level-headed. And I still had no idea who to choose.

The first had been harsh, painful even but he had shown me heights so distant I might have almost expected to see a certain stairway. While the second had been gentle, and caring, but he had spent his snow inside me almost immediately and had to resort to giving me pleasure just from his mouth and hands. Even though I had to admit that he had at least done that.

But who do I want to call winter with for the rest of my life?

“Lady Eglantine, did you make a choice?”, Professor Rauffen asked and I could tell that he was still close by. Is he standing as my guard knight right now, to stand in if one of the princes becomes unruly and to remind them of the contract?

“Do you wish to be starbound to the first participant? Or to the second?”, he clarified and I hugged my own chest at the sheer uncertainty in my mind.

This whole ditter is here to make me decide that! And now I cannot even do that? When I am allowed to decide it only on their winter performance? What is wrong with me? The peace of the whole country hinges on me and yet I cannot make up my mind.

“I-I don't know. They were so different. I am having a really hard time to compare”, I admitted weakly and was glad for the blindfold and the sound blocking tools of the princes still in place.

Professor Rauffen did not react immediately. I knew he had to be frustrated with my indecisiveness that was calling the whole ditter into question.

“I see. The ditter however cannot end before you make a choice, Lady Eglantine. The ditter will therefore go on for another two rounds, where you will be able to compare the participants more directly which will hopefully provide you with enough perspective as to make a convinced decision”, he declared and I gulped at his words.

Another two rounds? Can I even stomach that?

I felt exhausted already and I wondered whether that mode was not simply forcing a decision by making everybody tired.

“Well then, both participants to Lady Eglantine”, Professor Rauffen ordered and I felt the mattress shift to both of my sides. Four gentle hands then shifted me to lie on my side and began to caress my body. The ones in front of me went to my breasts and chalice, while the ones behind me focused on my back and I could feel his lips kissing my nape.

That meant the rough one was in front of me and the soft one behind.

But an unexpected touch made me stop my musing and focus on the transgression that had just occurred.

“Hey, this is not my chalice!”, I shouted out at attempted intrusion of my behind.

The finger that had been exploring stopped for a short moment before it continued, albeit still gently.

“Lady Eglantine, everything is quite in order. The female body has the ability to welcome two swords at the same time, most likely exactly for purposes such as your current situation where it becomes necessary to compare two lovers at the same time”, Professor Rauffen's calm voice resounded through the room and I gasped at his commentary as much as I did at the sudden addition to something that felt like oil on that finger at my behind.

This was all part of the plan? Two swords at the same time?!

I could feel my muscles clenching to prevent the insertion of that finger and I was suddenly covered in kisses on my neck again, most likely to distract me. And I had to admit that it worked ever so slightly.

The hands that were working on my chalice also did their part. One hand was rubbing that spot the second participant had even taken into his mouth, while the other hand was eagerly inserting two fingers into my chalice and sporadically checking to fit in three.

As one of the kisses on my neck then turned into a soft bite on my earlobe I was so surprised that not only the three fingers of the one prince found entry into my chalice but also the one oily finger of the other prince slipped into my other hole.

The sensation was odd. Especially, once he began to move his finger in and out and seemed to draw circles inside me. The fingers that were now pumping quite furiously into my chalice momentarily drew my attention away, but the pain from the second oily finger being inserted outdid that immediately.

I screamed slightly and louder still as he began to stretch me as if he was using his fingers as scissors to cut me open wide. And the other one seemed to have similar ideas as he stopped his rubbing motions and was now trying to spread my chalice completely open with two fingers from each hand.

What are they doing there? Both of them?! Is this some competition who can stretch me farther?!

I gasped but could not deny that some of those gasps had turned into moans and heavy breathing from their preparations.

And then all hands were removed from between my legs and I was rolled to lie on my stomach. I could feel the weight of one of them behind me as he spread my butt cheeks with his hands and put what had to be the tip of his sword to my oily hole.

He pressed slowly – and I was grateful for that – but it was still a revolting sensation being filled in a place that was usually used for emptying. He let one of his hands slide down under me to caress my outer chalice and it helped in letting him sink into deeper into my hole as he drew short breaths from me while I had originally expected to hold my breath the whole time instead.

I was waiting for him to start moving, just like he had in my chalice, but he did not. He remained calm as if he was waiting for something. And it seemed that something was being turned around by the other participant, so that I was now lying on top of the one who was already buried deep inside of me. The rotation of our bodies had thus made me experience the torque that he had on my back with his sword.

The one lying under me then went for my thighs and spread my legs so that they had to be inviting the other prince to enter me. I was glad for the blindfold as I did not dare to imagine how that must look like right now.

I could feel the sword inside me beginning to make short and slow thrusts while the tip of the other sword was placed at my entrance.

I expected it to slide into me quite painlessly this time, since he had already prepared my chalice with four fingers this time, but as he pushed in I screamed once again.

It felt like they were squishing my walls between their swords. The sensation was just too intense even as the one in my second hole stopped moving. The one in my chalice pushed in with force as if to speed up the setup.

No way was the female body ever meant to take in two swords at the same time!

I cursed Professor Rauffen internally as the only sensation from my lower region was that of being stretched and filled beyond reason.

But then the movement started.

The massive sword in my chalice started with some long and slow thrusts and the one more agreeably sized sword in my second hole seemed to fall into the same rhythm. Fingers somehow found their places on my breasts again and one of my nipples was bit with unpredictable strength at each thrust.

And once again the pain began to grow delectable. My screams turned into groans and their intensity increased until they were screams again. They somehow seemed to drive me over the edge of pain and ease me into pleasure again. It was maddening how good it made me feel.

At some point it seemed their rhythms were completely off and I was merely bouncing around from their relentless pounding at that point. It surprised me that the second participant who was deep inside my behind was still going strong after his fast climax in our first interaction.

Maybe he was just looking forward to calling winter with me so much that he shot his snow so early?

It seemed that the one who was at risk of splitting me open at my chalice took pity on me as he laid down on me, steadying me with his weight and basically trapped me between his body and the one below to stop my body from bouncing even more.

And then he went at it even harder, causing their rhythms to feel even more different as the prince below me and up my back was still rather going for a calmer pattern.

Maybe it was the contrast but it made me lose my mind and basically all restraints as I began to groan even louder while I could feel the spasms around their swords and the distant heights definitely did not feel far away anymore.

I panted heavily and might have sunken into me if not for the bodies below and above me caging me in. So I just gave into the sensation that was overloading my mind as they continued their unsynchronized thrusts until both of them spend their snow deep inside of me.

What an experience.

I panted heavily even after they had slided out of me again and the sheer vastness of my orifices horrified me. Maybe even more than the uncomfortable fullness before.

The shifted weights told me that they both had left the bed which gave me a moment to recover.

I was still feeling something like the ghosts of their swords inside of me and an unexpected spasm of my chalice expelled a good amount of snow just on its own.

“The participants will now change positions to allow for a fair comparison”, Professor Rauffen announced before I had even caught my breath again fully. I opened my mouth to say something but he spoke before I had the chance to.

“I will reset the ditter field once again”, he announced and I could feel his schtappe in my chalice unstretching it again as if it had never been entered by this huge sword.

Wait, if they are going to change positions that means the huge sword is going in my second hole?! Where the smaller one already felt too large at first?!

I could feel his schtappe being inserted in my behind and I took what strength I had and pulled away from him.

“My apologies for startling you, Lady Eglantine”, Professor Rauffen said but seemed to make another try.

“Wait, wait, can we please skip that step? The one who is covering my backside still has to do his due diligence of preparing, but he does not need to start from zero again, right?”, I pleaded and I could hear Professor Rauffen sigh.

“I will have to check that with the participants, Lady Eglantine”, he said and it seemed he as well had now activated a sound blocking tool for their discussion.

I felt strange waiting there with a still gaping hole on my behind and stark naked and sweaty from the exertion of being pounded by two men at the same time. I was sure that they must have been feeling the strain at this point as well. But so far nobody had showed any signs of tiring in their performance.

“Both participants have agreed that the restorations of Efflorelume's graces may wait until after this fourth round of ditter. As a compromise the cast of a 'waschen' was however proposed. While this will not undo any efforts that ease the arrival of winter I imagine it will not be the most pleasant spot to be cast”, he said and I gritted my teeth just at the thought already. But ten seconds of that was bound to be better than starting all the stretching again. And I still felt the snow inside of me. It was quite understandable that they wanted at least a clean ditter field. I shuddered slightly before I nodded.

The pressure was intense. I had felt so stuffed from the swords just a few moments ago but the waschen was a different beast entirely. It filled my behind in every crevice that I was not even aware existed inside of me and it was mind numbing in its own right. I had planned to count to ten to keep track how long I had to endure it still, but I was too distracted at 'three' already.

I was lying on my stomach again, my chalice felt ready already from the fingering that had started once again as soon as Professor Rauffen called them 'on the ditter field' but my behind did not. How could it actually? That sword is massive.

And yet, that one prince was now leaning on top of me and aligning the tip of his sword with my once again oiled back entrance. I tried to breathe out slowly to embrace him, but even though he pushed with force it only increased the pressure but he could not enter.

I gritted my teeth while he tried his best. And then he really pushed with force!

“Hey! Don't use physical enhancement when it clearly does not fit!”, I exclaimed angrily as it felt like his sword was going to rip me apart and tears had entered my eyes unseen by anybody due to the blindfold.

But I was not acknowledged, the pressure and pain stopped for a short moment before he just resumed pushing in where no access was possible.

“Stop it!”, I shouted and I felt my mana surge through my whole body at that. Why is that so difficult to understand?!

“Pause”, resounded Professor Rauffen's voice and the pressure at my backside disappeared. I took that chance to breathe and resume my mana control.

“Participant number one, this is not how you win over a bride in wife-making ditter. For the issue at hand, use your schtappe if your fingers are not helping anymore. Cast beimen with as thick as a handle as you deem appropriate or helpful and insert that handle”, he instructed and I blushed at the obvious implication that he was fully aware of all circumstances. And he is indeed acting as the judge here. Was that a foul then?

I felt the weight on me return and something pressing at my back entrance again, but this time it was smaller, but pulsating with mana.

It felt oddly comforting actually as he pushed inside and turned it to prepare me for his entrance. I tried to breathe into the stretching sensation as he pulled it out, apparently undid his transformation and made a new one with a slightly thicker handle. After the fifth change in thickness he seemed hopeful again and I could feel his sword being aligned with my back entrance once more.

It was... bearable at least. I groaned both from the thickness and the length that he was slowly pushing in but it was not impossible.

With me clenching firmly onto his sword he began to pick me up and lift me from the bed which resulted in him pressing into me up to the hilt and stretching in directions that I had not expected. My groan grew louder again but he just carried me off, no doubt with physical enhancement at play.

As he stood, with my thighs resting on his hands that spread me wide open and my butt being joined to his groin by his unrelenting sword I felt like he was presenting my whole body to an audience. And as it turned out, that was correct as just a moment afterwards the other prince was now in front of me and pushed his sword into my chalice. I nearly reached my climax just from his sword rubbing along my walls that were stretched already from the other sword up my back. I moaned loudly and tried to lean into it, but my whole hip was anchored by the man behind me, leaving me no room for movement.

It was basically now his thrusts that controlled whether I came closer or farther away from the sword in my chalice while I tried to steady my bouncing upper body by placing my hands on the shoulders of the man in front of me. Unfortunately, that did not stop my breasts from shaking as I felt them move from the impact.

It seemed from the guidance of the one in front of me that we ended up back in bed again where I soon lay on top of him, while the one being tightly held by my second hole hammered into me, making me scream from pain almost as often as from pleasure while the one under me seemed to follow his own, calmer rhythm now.

That might have been why he wanted us back in bed. Standing, he had to comply somewhat with the other prince's rhythm.

I knew that I had to choose one of them once this fourth round was over. I was growing tired by now. The random tingling was still pleasant, but I just wanted to rest. It seemed the one below me might have been feeling similarly as he was thrusting into me quite deliberately, as if he had a plan which particular spot to hit even though he was definitely limited by the lack of space due to that other sword that filled every little room that my body accommodated for it and still demanded more.

Maybe I have to approach the thing less from this whole winter angle.

The thought crossed my mind and was interrupted by another short pang of pain that was then eased by a wave of pleasure again.

How am I supposed to make a decision if they both are so eager to drive me into madness instead?

I gritted my teeth from the frustration and it seemed the one below me interpreted this as a sign to slow down. Which was not wrong per se.

What were the qualities the country needed in a Zent? Firm, but compassionate enough to work to prevent another war. Capable of seeing the needs of the people and working towards satisfying them.

A scream, my scream, stopped my thought process at that point and I panted from the exertion that was basically forced on my body.

This is indeed ditter. A fight for the right to rule. This was never about me. They are both just performing so that I make them Zent. But that did not mean I had to suffer under a brute!

I had made up my mind. The one currently in front of me was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and who would be the next Zent. He did his duty in this ditter, even seemed to enjoy calling winter with me, if only maybe a bit too much, and he still considered my perspective the whole time. Even at the risk of coming across as less passionate or whatever the other prince seemed to assume was the best thing to project.

With that decision now firmly in my mind I put my hands on his chest and explored a bit for myself. My chosen prince was firm but gentle in his thrusts, but the other was hammering into me still rather relentlessly.

Why is he so forceful all the time? Does he derive pleasure from my painful screams so that he wants to draw out more? Or can he just not tell them apart from those of my pleasure? Or is he angry at me?

Somehow the whole experience was suddenly turning into a very mechanical thing on my backside and a very intimate thing on my front. The contrast was messing with me like nothing else might even be able to.

My fingers had found the nipples of my chosen prince and I pinched them ever so slightly. He responded with an enthusiastic thrust that made me moan in pleasure. And which seemed to spurn on the other prince to copy that move which I merely endured at this point.

Such jealous behavior.... That has to be Anastasius then, who is overeager and as inexperienced as me trying to compensate skill with force. Sigiswald has to have some experience from his wife Nahelache already. And it shows in how empathetic he goes about this.

I bowed my head down to search for my chosen prince's face and soon encountered his lips. I could feel them part open slightly as I placed my own on them and shared my first kiss with him.

The prince behind me seemed to freeze at that as the forceful pistoning stopped in just that instant and turned into something softer. I moaned into my chosen prince's mouth at the pleasure this sudden change in speed brought and I felt my chalice being filled with snow once again.

The one behind me continued rocking into me gently even after he was the only one still inside me. I continued moaning in the prince's mouth while the other brought me to my high slow and steady.

But only after I made my choice. He is just desperate. He does not truly care what I want. Just that I choose him. Too bad, Anastasius, your misplaced jealousy here was your downfall.

Compared to the waschen before the explosion of snow from the prince's release did not even faze me.

As he slided out of me as well, I wondered whether giving birth must feel similarly if a whole baby's head was meant to pass through my chalice. Even though his massive sword was neither the size of a baby's head nor did he come out of the correct orifice this time.

I was looking quite forward to Professor Rauffen restoring its earlier state now even though it meant his schtappe in places that it should never reach.

But I was definitely beyond the point of shame here. The whole 'this is ditter' mindset had grown on me by now.

“May Efflorelume's graces be restored”, he chanted twice before he cast his waschen on my legs and the sheets, but I noticed – because how could I not? - that he had not cast Heilschmerz as well. While the fluids had been purged and the stretching undone the ghosts of their swords still seemed inside me.

“Were you able to arrive at a decision, Lady Eglantine?”, he asked formally and I nodded with conviction.

“The one who was in front of me during round four”, I declared firmly.

“A decision has been made then. I can confirm that the ditter has been fair and all sides had comparable circumstances”, he said and rang a bell, while I reached for my blindfold to release it.

“You might want to change into your robe again as well, I imagine”, Professor Rauffen said and I could feel the garment being held out behind me. Is that my chosen prince? When did he sneak to stand behind me and the bed? How accommodating to not insist on calling an attendant in this situation.

I stretched out my arms and wrapped the robe around my body as good as was possible in my position sitting on this bed still. But at least my breasts were now covered again.

Ditter is over, time to feel shame again.

I could feel the hands who had handed me my robes also reaching for my blindfold and I let him work on that without objection. He really intends to make me feel like his queen, hm? How sweet.

As my eyes slowly grew accustomed to the rather bright light inside these chambers I noticed that the one standing beside Professor Rauffen – in his robe once again as well – was a stone-faced Prince Sigiswald.

But is he not the one I chose?

I turned my head and looked at Prince Anastasius who tried to hide quite a lot of joy behind his own facade but I could see the cracks.

He is the caring and attentive one? The one who cares more about my pleasure than somehow 'performing'? Where had this side been all the years before?

“Congratulations on acquiring a bride by the ancient tradition of wife-making ditter, Prince Anastasius”, Professor Rauffen announced and removed even the last doubt from my mind.

“I feel like we have a lot to talk about, Anastasius”, I noted and leaned heavily on his escort out of this room. I was exhausted and I could still feel how they had both thrust into me and rubbed my insides raw. Each step reminded me of that and he seemed to notice.

“May Heilschmerz' healing be granted”, he chanted and green lights flew from his ring to me. And there it is said that Royalty must not spend their mana on anything but the country. But he chooses to spend it on me.

I smiled widely and leaned even heavier on his arm.

Chapter Text

I was lying in bed, with Ferdinand next to me as usual, and sighed. I felt his hand on my cheek as if he wanted to console me, but it just told me that he was still capable of seeing the pain he caused but not the issue at hand.

“Is everything alright, Rozemyne? Are you worried about Alexander? Do you want to take a peek at him sleeping?”, Ferdinand suggested in his attempt to soothe me, but this was not about our son. He was almost one year old by now and we both loved him dearly. But sometimes I wished my pregnancy with him had never happened for it had cost me my husband desiring me.

I sighed once more and decided that now was as good as any time to address the elephant in the room.

“No, Ferdinand. I am not worried about him. I am worried about us. I know you are trying to hide it, Ferdinand, but I cannot endure it anymore that you do not even look at me with those eyes that were once burning with Brennwarme's passion all over. It feels like I am asking you to do your duty when I initiate wintery stuff with you. I don't want to impose on you and I know that those things cannot be forced, but I am frustrated, Ferdinand. Ever since I have given birth to Alexander you did not once initiate. I love being a mother, but I also love being a sexually active adult, Ferdinand!”, I voiced my frustrations and I saw my own pain on his face now.

“Rozemyne, calling winter with you is in no way just a duty for me. I enjoy it every time quite dearly”, he tried to assure me, but words were one thing and acting another.

“And yet, you never show it. It's always me asking for it for almost a year now, Ferdinand”, I stated and he shook his head as if that was not true. Unfortunately, it is true. And it hurts so much.

“I desire you just like I did when we exchanged our engagement stones, just like I did on the day and night of our starbinding, Rozemyne. You can believe me”, he pleaded and I just exhaled in exasperation.

“Then why do you not act on that?”, I dared to ask the question that everything hinged on and he averted his eyes.

“It was such an ordeal for you when you gave birth to Alexander. Remember all those potions you had to take to restore your health afterwards? Your chalice... it was torn multiple times. I wanted to give you time to heal. And also I did not want to put that burden of a pregnancy on you again if you did not want to. So I decided that you should be the one to be in control, Rozemyne. Since you shoulder all the burden of the consequences of our wintery activities”, he admitted but it sounded like a weak excuse to me.

“It comes across as if you do not desire me anymore, Ferdinand”, I commented and tried to hold back my tears. I did not want to manipulate him with them. I just wanted to be heard.

“No! You have no idea how much I desire you, how often I think of doing improper things with you, how much I want to feel you close to me and yes that includes sinking into your warmth”, he swore but I did not know what I could believe anymore.

“Then act on those desires more, Ferdinand”, I dared him but I still saw him hesitate.

“But how will I know whether I am not imposing on you, Rozemyne? I don't want to add to your burden”, he said and I closed my eyes.

“How about I prove to you that I want any and all of your affections and desires, Ferdinand? Beyond any doubt and any alternative interpretation?”, I proposed and fumbled for my birdcage on my nightstand.

“How can something like this exist? But if it does, I'd appreciate that. I want nothing more than to show you that this is a misunderstanding of the most hurtful kind”, he declared and I nodded before I channeled mana into his namestone. His eyes widened at this apparently unexpected development.

“Act upon your desires about what you wish to do to me and my body without hesitation. Tell me, what you want to do when such a thought occurs, take a few moments to create enough privacy to act on those desires, and then use me for satisfying those desires, abandon all restraint, Ferdinand”, I commanded and I saw him sigh as he accepted my command.

“You don't know just what you are in for, Rozemyne”, he said with a smirk and kissed me while his hands wandered down between my legs and he fucked me harder than he had in two years as if to prove some kind of point. But if he wanted me to revoke my command based on this he had miscalculated as I smirked at him as I came down from my high and he had already drifted off into sleep.

“Yes, that's what I have been talking about, you fool. Don't hold back with me”, I praised him quietly while I still felt the ghost of his sword and his force inside me.

Really, how can one man be such a fool.

I woke up to a tingling sensation throughout my whole body and as I opened my eyes I stared into Ferdinand's face that was directly in front of me. He leaned over my body and just as I wanted to wish him a “Good morning”, did I feel his sword entering my chalice.

“I have dreamed so often of waking you up like this”, he admitted as he rocked into me gently while I still tried to gather my thoughts about what was currently going on. I gasped as he stimulated my clit a bit faster and I finally recognized the tingling sensation I had woken up to as him having petted me awake.

“Just tell me, you fool”, I chided him with tears of joy which only spurred him on to increase his speed and intensity.

The slow rocking was by now a firm hammering into me and I gasped at how unrelenting he was in this. He did not ask what I wanted, he just took it. Because he wanted it. I came on his sword twice before he eventually shot his snow into me.

“Good morning, my Goddess of Light”, he then greeted me cheerfully and I could only smile at him having heard me and showering me with his affections and desire.

“Good morning, my God of Darkness. What a nice way to wake up”, I praised still out of breath and he kissed me long and with force.

“I'd really like for you to one day suck on my balls just like you currently suck on that rutreb, Rozemyne”, he said over breakfast and I almost choked as I double-checked that the sound blocking tool was indeed active.

“Ferdinand?”, I asked as I had recovered enough to calm down my retainers who seemed torn between entering the range and staying outside for fear that I might have ingested something wrong.

“Yes, my dear?”, he asked back and I stared at him in disbelief.

“It is your own very shameful command that makes me voice such desires, Rozemyne. The way you currently sucked on your rutreb to avoid the juices flowing everywhere is exactly the way I'd like you to suck on my balls to make my juices flow everywhere”, he elaborated and at least had the decency to hide his lips behind his tea cup. Otherwise, both Hartmut and Justus might have read his lewd comments.

“That can be arranged, my God of Darkness”, I proposed as I had finally overcome my surprise and he smirked at me before he rose from his chair and lifted me up in a princess carry to take me back to my chambers.

This is so hot!

I did not even wait for him to say anything more. As soon as we were in my chambers I freed his sword from his pants and began to suck on his balls just like I had done on my rutreb. And he shot his snow into my face so incredibly fast that I was really glad that waschen existed or my attendants would have been absolutely mad at me.

I was doing paperwork in my office, when I suddenly felt Ferdinand's presence well behind me.

“Let's activate a sound blocking tool and have everybody face the walls”, he suggested with a whisper into my ear and I shivered at the mere thought of taking his sword in my chalice, at my desk, with all our retainers nearby, who were just held back from my sheer word to not look at us.

“Ferdinand, this is quite daring”, I commented but he chuckled.

“Well, my life is on the line here, Rozemyne”, he raised as an unfortunately very valid concern and I immediately ordered the scholars to leave and the knights to face the wall before I activated the area wide sound blocking tool around my desk.

I did not even have time to double-check whether they had all complied when Ferdinand lifted me up from my seat to have me lean on my desk and pushed my skirts out of the way.

“How about I destroy your undergarments for today, I feel like they will be in the way more than once”, he said and tore them off me without even waiting for my input.

I turned my head around to see what he was up to but as soon as I saw his lustful smirk did I already feel two of his fingers inside my chalice, pumping into me with haste just enough to call forth Flutrane's waters.

“Why in such a hurry, Ferdinand?”, I asked but he merely 'tsked' at me and pushed his sword into me. My thighs connected with the edge of the desk as he slid into me with a blissful hiss.

“You feel so good on my sword, Rozemyne. With less preparation you are even tighter and I love those hugs”, he said and pistoned in and out of me with abandon.

There is no doubt that he really likes fucking me, but this is so intense!

“Ferdinand, Cornelius just moved”, I warned him but that only made him grope my breasts through my dress. I tensed around his sword but he just continued thrusting into me until I groaned from all of that.

“Let him watch, for all I care. He is way too protective of you anyway. We are starbound, where is the scandal in my sword pounding into your hot, wet chalice like there is no tomorrow?”, he commented, a word at each thrust until I felt my own high approaching roughly around the word 'starbound'. I screamed with bliss at the word 'scandal' and was utterly exhausted when he finally shot his snow deep inside me. He had continued fucking me through my orgasm like it was all about his own pleasure and I was so grateful for that.

He is always holding himself back, trying to time his orgasms with mine when I come so easily on his sword.

“Thank you, Rozemyne. Your chalice was excellent. And please, don't use waschen. The idea that my snow will be seeping out of you and running down your thighs is almost making me hard again already”, he said as he lowered my skirts and had his sword tucked away already.

I was not sure what to make of that but I liked the idea of him almost hard again as well, so I complied. And at least it seemed that Cornelius had not turned around to see what we had been doing.

I was standing on the balcony, looking out over the gardens as I felt Ferdinand approaching. The sudden thought that he might be lusting for me again, that the soiled state he had left between my legs had turned him on again already, brought quite some arousal to me as well. Even though my chalice began to feel a bit sore by now I did not mind that. It had definitely been underused over the last year and I was sure it could handle all of Ferdinand's fervor.

All of his thrusts. All of his pounding.

I clenched my thighs together in anticipation what he might have planned.

But he only stood next to me. Close, but definitely not in any position to lift up my skirts and slide into my needy chalice. I felt almost disappointed.

His lips at my ears that whispered his next words however changed that.

“I am hard, Rozemyne. And I want your helping hand”, he suggested and cocked his head down to his crotch.

In principle we would be hidden well enough, but effectively our attendants were standing awfully close by. I bit my lip as I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

“Are you sure?”, I asked and he grinned at me.

“Of course, Aub Alexandria”, he declared loudly and I smiled at him mischievously as I let my hand wander down discreetly to his indeed raging erection. That we were not even using sound blocking tools for this added quite the thrill.

I fumbled around through the layers of fabric until I had him in my hand and stroked him. At first I tried to keep my movements short and easily hidden but I knew that that would not be enough to get Ferdinand off. I lengthened my movements and I could feel him throbbing in my hand, but not finding his release.

“Why don't we finish this discussion inside your hidden room, Aub Alexandria?”, Ferdinand suddenly suggested and I was all in for that.

Our retainers seemed slightly concerned but my need was bigger than my decency as I led Ferdinand to the nearest hidden room and pulled his sword free as soon as the door closed.

“Great, I really want you to put it in your mouth, Rozemyne, you know”, he then declared and I did not wait any longer before I fulfilled his wish.

And to my great surprise did he come almost immediately inside my mouth. I swallowed as he did not remove his sword until I had done that and he kissed me as he helped me up from my knees.

“Just what I wanted in that moment”, he stated and I smiled at him.

When we retreated to my chambers for the night I felt the need in my chalice even more than the soreness that the morning had brought it. But I wondered whether Ferdinand still had enough stamina left. After all, he had put my body to good use for his pleasure today.

“Oh Rozemyne, how about I pound you into the wall tonight?”, he suggested and did not wait for an answer as he pushed me to one of the walls and lifted my skirts to take in the soiled state that he had left me in.

“Such a dirty, shameless Aub. And so wet already. I always dreamed of just going in without any foreplay because your chalice cries for my sword and it seems this is just the case”, he said and I felt the tip of his sword at my entrance.

“Even better than my imagination”, he declared as he slid into my equally unprepared and anticipating chalice and pounded me into the wall. I tried to brace the impact from his hips on my whole body by stemming my arms to the wall but his forcefulness was sheer overwhelming. My breasts were squished so hard against the ivory structure that I almost expected to receive a damage warning quite soon. But even such thoughts did not last long.

I came after just a few thrusts already but he did not care and fucked me through my orgasm until I felt a second one approaching. And a third. It all became a mess but it just felt so good to be completely used by him like this.

I woke up to a sudden explosion of mana inside me. The curtains of my bed were still drawn and it was dark but I could feel Ferdinand's presence despite all that. Especially the presence of his sword that he was currently withdrawing from my chalice.

Has he fucked me while I was asleep?

“Hey”, I mumbled and I felt a sudden movement on the mattress.

“Hey, I am sorry for waking you up”, he whispered and pressed a kiss on my lips.

“I just dreamed of how sweet you have been with Alexander in your arms today and I felt the sudden urge to put another child into you”, he admitted quietly and I gasped at this nonchalant confession. My chalice definitely felt as if we had just called winter. But apparently my role in that was optional?

“Wake me next time, you fool. I don't want to miss that”, I grumbled and he kissed me again as I dozed off.

“Wake up, Rozemyne”, Ferdinand said and I felt his hand on my shoulder as he shook me awake.

That was so different from how softly he usually kissed me awake that I reacted immediately. Only to feel him impaling me as soon as I opened my eyes.

“Had that dream again and wanted to put even more of my snow in your chalice”, he explained cheekily as he rolled us over for me to be on top. He grabbed my breasts and thrust into me from below. It took a while till I understood that my initial wetness must have been his snow from what could not have been more than a bell earlier while I was bouncing on his sword before I added my own rhythm. Only for him to finish before I could.

“Are you regretting your command yet, Rozemyne?”, he asked but I could only shake my head.

“Give me all of your lust and affections, Ferdinand. I will give you all the pleasure I can”, I promised and leaned down to kiss him.

“You shameless woman”, he said with a smirk and rolled me away from him.

“Rozemyne, I had these altered for you, please wear them today”, Ferdinand said and gestured to the riding skirts that were lying on my desk.

“Ferdinand, those are almost pants. Will that not make everything more difficult?”, I asked with a raised eyebrow as I went over to them. I could feel some minor pain with each step but I embraced it as a sign that Ferdinand had not held back with his desire for me. Every single step made my smile only more intense.

“Oh, not if you wear those without any undergarments today, Rozemyne”, he suggested but I was still confused. Why not skirts if he wanted me to go commando today as well?

“Okay?”, I merely said but his smirk was something else. Something was up with those riding skirts. Did he have some magic circles for Beischmacht embroidered into those?

I decided to inspect them a bit more thoroughly and then noticed the gap between the legs.

“Ferdinand! Those are wide open!”, I raised my concerns but he only stood up and embraced me from behind.

“Indeed. Perfect for me to slide into you without any obstacles”, he said and rubbed his already hard again sword against my backside.

“I'll keep that battle-ready for you. Maybe keep your chalice ready to be impaled at any time as well?”, he suggested with another smirk and his words alone summoned Flutrane's waters for me.

“Now, get ready for the day, my dear. We have this little excursion to that fishing village after all”, he noted and I blushed. Did he intend to fuck me during that excursion? Outside? Like, really outside?!

Another look at those riding skirts definitely confirmed that for me.

I gulped and smiled at that outlook. Exciting.

However, as soon as I called in my attendants to dress me for today, did I regret that for a moment. Lieseleta had already been oddly quiet yesterday when she had changed me into my nightgown and my undergarments had been quite obviously gone, but today, when I refused to wear some again did she sigh quite audibly.

“Lady Rozemyne, I assume Lord Alexander deserves a little brother or sister, but may I urge you to be a bit more discreet in that?”, she noted and I blushed but before I could even answer did she spread out my riding skirts and immediately noticed the sewn in slit.

“I guess not”, she grumbled and dressed me. She however insisted that I could not drop my cape today and that I should cover my front side with my long sleeves at all times.

“Who even altered them like this?”, she asked with exasperation but I had no idea. I heavily doubted that any of my or Ferdinand's seamstresses had been involved in something Ferdinand would consider so shameful. Oh Gods, had he asked Justus for that?! He needed those sewing skills for his own crossdressing clothes, no?! May he be sworn to silence!

“So, would you like to ride with me today, Ferdinand?”, I said and suggested my comfortable Lessy. If I tinted the windows we could even use it as an impromptu hideaway.

But Ferdinand smirked at me.

“You always so graciously offer your high beast for me to share, my Aub. May I be allowed to invite you to ride on mine for a change?”, he offered in turn and I did not miss his strange intonation of the word 'ride'.

Does he intend to fuck me on his high beast?! Does that man know no restraint when it comes to me?!

I smiled at him and took him up on the offer. I wanted to know whether he really was so daring.

He lifted me up and then jumped on his lion behind me.

He was still definitely hard and I did not mind that he pulled me closer to his crotch. With a sudden start he shook off our retainers for just a short moment. And with unexpected speed and precision did he guide his sword into my chalice before I even knew that it was going to start.

I gasped since I was only half wet after his seductive words so far and the sheer indecency of knowing that we were currently linked like this, with his sword filling me up so deeply while we were leaving the castle for that fishing village, made me blush.

“Move a bit, Rozemyne”, Ferdinand whispered into my ear and I felt his own hip moving to push in and out of me. I bent over onto the lion's head as far as I dared without raising suspicion but I felt like everybody knew what we were currently doing.

“Do you now understand why it is usually frowned upon even for engaged couples to share a high beast? See how easy it is to do something so improper?”, he whispered and thrust a bit faster into me while I tried to steady myself against the lion's mane.

“I am sure you are the only one who would actually think of something so shameless, Ferdinand”, I tried to suggest back but instead of answering he only shortly let his high beast fall.

As he then abruptly stopped the dropping sensation did I feel his sword diving deep into me with all that force of abruptly becoming stationary and I gasped again.

“Lord Ferdinand, is something the matter?”, Eckhart of all people suddenly inquired as he came close and I could already hear the smirk in his voice while I prayed to Verbergen that my brother would not look too closely at where our hips connected.

“Everything is alright, keep a larger perimeter”, he instructed and pulled me even closer to him with his hands on my hips.

“Did you notice how you clenched down when you thought you fell? Wanna do that again? Because I want that, you felt divine”, he commented and did not even wait for an answer before he dropped us once again. And again. And again. He just used my chalice for his own pleasure.

“Really no restraint, huh?”, I gasped as I felt my own high approaching despite the very strange circumstances of this particular call of winter and he shifted his hip back and forth as if that was his answer.

“You ordered me to abandon all restraint, Rozemyne”, he suggested and I felt the shape of the high beast below my clit changing.

“A bit more stimulation, perhaps? I want you to come on my sword while we ride like this before I shoot my snow into you, Rozemyne”, he noted and I felt the jolts rushing through me as I slid over the now textured surface of his high beast.

“Sound blockers, now”, I urged him and I screamed my orgasm into the void as soon as I felt the magic tool enter my hand from behind.

“This is so hot, Rozemyne”, Ferdinand gasped into my neck as he came into me.

“Absolutely”, I gasped back.

“Are you now convinced that I want to impale you any chance I get?”, Ferdinand proposed and I laughed in exasperation.

“Are you now convinced that I want to be impaled by you any chance you get?”, I asked back and he chuckled.

“Oh, yes, my shameless Aub. You made that point clear.”

Chapter Text

Adolphine had been surprised when she found an old book at the back of Drewanchel's castle book room that had been titled “The Tricks of the Goddess of Water”. She had expected it to be another biblical story since there could not be any way that a book with such an obvious association was stored there. But as it turned out, it was exactly that.

There were several descriptions of how a Goddess of Water might find new company but the part that excited Adolphine the most was the description of a special kind of brew. A mana-blocking potion that made it impossible to dye anything – or anyone – with their mana for about one bell. Enough time for dancing with Beischmacht without the need for synchronization potions that are impacting one's color. And without the risk of involving Entrinduge. Adolphine was more than intrigued to try that out.

With a potion like this she could make sure that her future husband would not be such a disappointment as Sigiswald had been. She would never again endure a marriage where she was undesired both intellectually and physically. And this potion allowed her a test of his eagerness. With a smile she set up a tea party with the one she was currently allowing to court her.

“Lord Heinrich, I am delighted that you could find the time”, she said after they had exchanged noble greetings.

“Lady Adolphine, there are few things that could be more pleasurable than spending more time with you. I greatly value our exchanges over magic tools and always feel like we make the progress of a full year in just one bell”, he responded elegantly and Adolphine smiled at him. She reached forward to activate the area wide sound blocking tool on their table and tried to angle herself in a way that he could glance at her bosom. Which he discreetly did much to her delight.

“Lord Heinrich, I feel the same. And I feel that the starbinding that we had discussed in earlier meetings could indeed be very gainful for my province and for our whole duchy. However, there is just one thing that I have learned I need to make sure beforehand.” Adolphine took a deep sip from her tea and looked up from her cup directly into his eyes. Heinrich seemed more curious than nervous.

“What might that be?”, he wondered with a smile and took a sip from his own tea.

“As we are both well beyond the age were Bluanfah dances, I would rather make sure that Brennwarme and Beischmacht will be blessing our union, Lord Heinrich”, she commented in a neutral tone and hid her inviting grin still behind her tea cup. To her amusement Heinrich coughed out his tea at her comment.

“Lady Adolphine? Would it not be quite improper from me to elaborate how your blessings from Efflorelume stir the fires of Brennwarme? Would you not feel offended if I commented on the things that Beischmacht is whispering to me in the realm of Schlaftraum when I remember the grace of your movements so blessed by Kunstzeal?” Adolphine sat down her tea cup and revealed her wide grin.

“Lord Heinrich, these are exactly the things I would like to discuss with you today. Especially since Beischmacht is whispering quite a few things into my ears as well. Even now”, she added with a seductive smirk and his eyes widened.

“I believe I am beginning to hear his whispers right now as well”, he answered with a bit of stiffness in his words. Adolphine nodded and gestured for her attendants to leave the room. All of them complied without hesitation and Heinrich looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“How considerate of you. It is indeed a topic that might be best discussed without anybody around even if sound blockers are applied. But will this not hurt your reputation? To meet in private with the one who is courting you?” Heinrich seemed unsure of what to think of this.

“Lord Heinrich, as I am inclined to follow the whispers in my ears I believe it would be even worse for my reputation if they were allowed to spectate”, she teased and Heinrich rose from his seat as in protest. But the obvious bulge in his crotch made her wonder how strong his protest could really be.

“My, should I interpret that as a sign of protest or eagerness, Lord Heinrich?” Adolphine grinned with her eyes lingering on his lower half. As he noticed that he immediately sat again.

“Lady Adolphine, I have never thought you so bold! Sharing these thoughts and acting on them is something totally different! I could never do that before a starbinding!”, Heinrich protested and Adolphine sighed.

“Fate has it that I will not fall for empty promises again, Lord Heinrich. I require proof through your actions that you are willing to honor Beischmacht with me before I will allow my thread to be tied again.” Adolphine hardened her eyes and Heinrich gulped.

“But Lady Adolphine... I am not prepared. I do not carry any synchronization potions with me. This would be more painful than pleasurable”, he answered with uncertain eyes. Adolphine liked that he was now just considering the 'how' and not the 'if' anymore.

“Indeed, the intricacies of mana mixing would usually prohibit such endeavors, Lord Heinrich. But I stumbled upon a potion that blocks all emission of mana for about one bell. It basically gives your own skin mana blocking properties. It also prevents any possible involvement from Entrinduge”, she added with a smile that Heinrich returned in kind.

“That sounds like the most convenient potion for such a situation”, he agreed and she fumbled for two vials from her belt.

“Indeed”, she said and drank half of both vials each before she offered him the rest.

“You would not want me to waste such a potion, right?”, she asked while leading her hand to her chest as if in indignation. His eyes followed the movement and he took both half-empty vials from her in an instant before he downed them.

“Of course not, Lady Adolphine”, he replied with an almost predatory look that made Adolphine blush. She could not remember that anybody had ever looked at her so lustfully.

She stood up and walked over to him, then leaned over so that he could get a good look at her cleavage.

“So what is Beischmacht whispering now?”, she breathed into his ear and she could hear him gulp.

“To me his words sound like 'touch his sword', you do not mind if I do?”, she asked in a coquetting voice. Heinrich nodded only ever so slightly as he still seemed slightly frozen from her sudden approach but Adolphine took that as all the consent she needed as she let her hands wander down his robes and between the folds of fabric that hid his sword that was so obviously ready for battle already.

“The whispers urge me to taste your neck and touch your chest”, he admitted with labored breathing and Adolphine chuckled.

“Well, we would not want to anger Beischmacht now, do we? Please follow these urging words”, she recommended and he immediately complied.

Adolphine was surprised by the force with which he pulled her neck closer to his mouth and how fast he grabbed one of her breasts and began searching to free it from her dress. She helped him with untying one of the many ribbons from her dress that loosened it quite drastically. But he seemed exasperated that below the dress was a corsage that was still keeping him from his treasure. He removed his mouth from where it had caressed her neck and now focused all his attention on her chest.

Meanwhile Adolphine had found her way to the naked sword and began stroking it. Just from the feeling in her hand she could tell that he was big. Both in length and girth. She was ever so curious how that would feel inside of her.

He pushed back his chair from the table and maneuvered her butt with his free hand so that she would sit straddled on one of his thighs. Adolphine did not resist and instead used the opportunity to ride it up and down a bit to generate a bit of friction for herself.

With a sound of accomplishment Heinrich had pulled her breasts free and squished them from both sides before he then burrowed his face into them. She had never seen such enthusiasm before and felt extremely flattered by it.

“Hey, do not stop the stroking”, he complained into her still squished breasts. Adolphine realized with slight embarrassment that she had been too distracted by his attention on her that she had started to neglect him.

“I apologize”, she said and continued her grab on his sword while moving her hips all over his thigh.

“You know, I opted to forgo wearing underpants today”, she whispered into his ear again and she could feel the pulse of his blood in the sword that she held in her hand.

“You were definitely planning all this and I am not taking advantage of you in a strange twist of fate?”, he exhaled.

“I was and you are not”, she confirmed and pulled his sword out through the path that her own hand had found.

“Mind if I just sit down?”, she inquired and he did not object. His head was still in her chest. He did however slightly bite one of her nipples as she stood up to reposition herself and thereby removed her breasts for a short moment from him.

She hovered over his sword with her skirt pulled up by one hand and tried to direct his sword to her chalice with her other. She was delighted as she felt the tip of his sword at her wet entrance. But she noticed a resistance as she tried to sit down on him.

“Lady Adolphine, let me assist you”, he proposed and shifted her bottom slightly to change the angle. And then he pulled her legs so that she was basically falling on his sword, impaling herself by the sheer force of gravity.

She shrieked in surprise and at the feeling of being suddenly and thoroughly stretched. It felt like her whole weight was resting on her chalice and his sword in consequence.

He moved his hips only slightly but that alone was already enough to understand that he knew what he was doing there. He also guided her own hips to enhance the experience for her.

His tempo however soon sped up as he rose from his chair with Adolphine still anchored tightly onto him and he placed her on the table. She spread her legs wide and pulled her skirts up so much that Heinrich could actually see what he was doing there and the proud and enthusiastic grin on his face made her squeal.

This was what she had wanted! To be desired on this physical level as well. And Heinrich did not leave any doubts about the whispers from Brennwarme and Beischmacht he must have been hearing right now.

But, it seemed he did not find his release even though he had already caused her to climax thrice since the half bell that he had been thrusting into her in all possible angles and intensities.

“It's got to be that potion. My balls are aching for release and my sword is throbbing so hard but I just cannot release any snow. My apologies, but this is getting quite painful, Lady Adolphine”, Heinrich finally admitted as he retreated from her chalice. And she noticed that, apart from some minor lubrication her chalice was not overflowing from fluids as she had expected just from her own prior explorations of her body.

She sighed. How sad that he was now hurting for she felt adequately satisfied.

“Then this will have to wait for our starbinding next summer, Lord Heinrich. But rest assured that you have convinced my thoroughly of your attunement to both Beischmacht and Brennwarme”, she praised him and he grinned at her both proudly and with well-hidden pain.

After his demonstration of his passionate side Adolphine continued to invite him for meetings to discuss more scholarly things. The preparations for their starbinding were progressing quite well and even her father had expressed his outright support for this union. In her eyes it was the least he could do after he had bartered her off to Sigiswald in the past for Drewanchel's sake.

Today, Heinrich had promised to show her his most recent development but as she saw the eagerness in his eyes and heard his suggestion to shortly have her attendants leave she almost expected a repetition of that one particular meeting.

Adolphine obliged of course.

“Lady Adolphine, as promised, I brought my newest magic tool with me. Might I be allowed to install it?”, he asked with a grin full of lust and she wondered how that might relate. But she answered with a graceful smile.

“My, but of course, Lord Heinrich. I am ever so intrigued what you might have prepared to show me”, she said which caused him to rise from his chair and unceremoniously lift her up and place her butt on the table. She did not object since she remembered the last time he had put her there quite vividly still. Therefore she did not even object when he then went under her skirts and she felt his fingers playing around with her undergarments before they then even dove into her chalice.

She moaned from his ministrations. It was an unexpected surprise, but she did not mind the passion inside him. That was what had been missing in her life after all.

As soon as she felt Flutrane's waters rising in her chalice did he unfortunately remove his fingers and only placed something a bit cold at her entrance. She was sad at the loss of stimulation and wondered what kind of installation he had just done. Like this, she only felt a little something there. But she had hopes that Lord Heinrich would not disappoint.

His scheming grin on his face as he reemerged from under her skirts definitely made her feel optimistic in that regard.

“Please feel free to call your attendants back in”, he suggested as he took his seat and she as well jumped down from the table.

The thing between her legs definitely was not too noticeable. But she was sure that he had some kind of plan.

“So, Lady Adolphine, I wished to show you my linked feystones”, he then declared and put two small devices on the table. One looked like a small egg, while the other looked like a box.

“I took inspiration from high beast feystones for this. Please observe, how this feystone here will change its shape depending on what I insert into this box, Lady Adolphine”, he proposed and she was curious how that could work. Usually the high beast feystones required the direct insertion of the mental image and could not just copy something.

Heinrich then slowly inserted the tip of his finger into the box and it truly appeared on the egg-like feystone just the same.

And Adolphine immediately understood that the thing between her legs was another of those eggs as she suddenly felt something just like this fingertip intruding her chalice. Since it was small and he had only inserted his finger to the first knuckle she did not feel much stimulation from it, but that soon changed as he pushed it in fully and began to bend it to demonstrate how well the other feystone followed that.

Her smile intensified as she tried to not show any reaction to all that prodding in her chalice that his quite thorough demonstration caused.

At one particular move, she gasped.

“My, that is indeed quite intriguing, Lord Heinrich”, Adolphine tried to cover up just how excited he had made her body with this.

“I am glad that you would deem it as such, Lady Adolphine”, Heinrich noted with his gentle and neutral smile but she did not miss the glimmer in his eyes.

“It can even track the movements of two fingers at once”, he proposed suddenly and demonstrated that just like this. She felt the sudden intrusion of the second finger and then had to work hard on her composure as he opened them like scissors and turned them around, randomly stroking spots inside her chalice that ran the risk of making her blush.

Adolphine was keenly aware of all the attendants and servants in the room and judging from the smug grin that peeked through Heinrich's facade with every little twist and turn he was as well. And he obviously enjoyed that.

“There is actually even a short memory function implemented. While I am still considering possible applications, you see that a sequence of roughly two heartbeats' length can be stored and then repeated in a constant loop. Like this”, he explained as he touched one particular feystone at the side of the box and moved his two fingers wildly around.

Even though it was a repetitive pattern it was random enough to excite her quite dearly. Adolphine hoped that nobody could hear the dampened wet noises that by now came from her. Her breathing also grew a bit faster and more shallow.

Her attempt to look composed by drinking a sip of tea failed as well as she noticed her trembling hands. She put the cup down hastily to not draw too much attention to it.

“My, that is most impressive”, Adolphine commented and hoped quite dearly that her arousal was not currently written on her face in a deep blush. Heinrich was definitely daring. But she also definitely liked this new magic tool.

“For how long does this tool hold up?”, she inquired with an intense desire to clench her thighs in hopes of providing some faint stimulation to her clit. Even though she knew how foolish that was since they were in company.

“Oh, roughly half a bell. Then it requires recharging. However, if the tool is placed inside a mana rich environment it actually harvests the surrounding mana a bit and supplies itself. In theory, it can go on indefinitely”, he chuckled with a proud smile and she took a sharp breath at the implication.

Her chalice was definitely such a mana rich environment. Especially with all those waters from Flutrane that he was currently drawing from her. She was glad that she usually wore several skirts on top of each other or she might have feared that her arousal had seeped through the outer layer by now.

“Indefinitely? Oh”, she merely commented and knew that her smile must have been relatively forced. Her 'oh' had definitely been a bit more high-pitched than usual.

“Yes, in theory at least. I am very curious whether that is actually the case in reality as well. A long-term test inside such a mana rich environment would be necessary though. Might you have any suggestions where such a mana rich environment could be found?”, he asked innocently and rotated the box in his hand, leading to the superposition of this movement with the one that was stored on it already.

Adolphine took a sharp breath from the rather forceful poking into her chalice by now and tried to hide it behind thoughtful thinking.

“My, maybe that lake that is said to have served as a resting spot for Verfuhremeer? Apparently it is quite rich with water mana”, she proposed and was glad to see that Heinrich put the box down again.

And even gladder when he pressed the feystone to end the demonstration of the memory function. Adolphine inhaled deeply to steady her breath and she feared that she was not as stealthy as she had hoped.

Her head attendant had already begun to send her some signs that questioned whether she wanted to call the meeting short. Which she of course ignored. This magic tool was beyond exciting even though it was quite challenging for her.

“Yes, that might work. I believe water mana to be the most ideal as well”, he agreed as if he had not been aware that it was currently soaked in Flutrane's waters quite heavily.

“But this magic tool is truly fascinating, I wonder about the applications”, Adolphine began in an attempt to give an air of seriousness but she was not allowed that for long.

“Indeed, Lady Adolphine. The way it is built now, it obviously has some size limitations which in turn limits its applications”, he said and then opened a little box that one of the attendants had sat on the table at his gesture.

“For instance, something like this candle fits in principle, but, as you can see, not to the full length”, he argued and inserted the candle that was maybe as thick as two of his fingers into the box and Adolphine felt the slow push immediately. But since it was not moving around so much it basically slid into her without much resistance. Until it reached a depth that his fingers had not reached before and she felt her chalice slightly parting under it to make room for the intrusion.

She could not deny that she was glad when it eventually stopped.

“My, I see, do you have any plans to make this tool larger?”, she inquired politely even though she hoped the answer was 'no', at least for the application he was currently demonstrating.

“I am not sure. I think that should depend on how it is intended to be used”, he mused and moved the candle around, stirring inside her chalice in consequence. But the movement was slow and she was able to hide her reaction. The long sleeves also hid her goosebumps on her arms so she indeed only needed to worry about her face.

“For the other dimensions, it might already be large enough”, he then continued his musings as he removed the candle. She felt as if that led to a little flood deep inside her as the object was removed and her wetness followed gravity to rush out as well. Right now the magic tool was just this little egg shape after all.

“And please take a look to the level of detail that can be replicated”, he proposed and retrieved a small figurine from the box. Only, that that figurine was even larger than his noteworthy sword had been. And there were quite a few ridges and pointy edges on it.

Adolphine's eyes widened just as her chalice did as he slowly pushed the figurine inside.

She tried hard to focus on the replicated object but the thought that this thing that was easily as thick as her own wrist was currently entering her while she was not only in company of Heinrich but also of her retainers made her gasp almost as much as the sensation itself.

“My, impressive”, she pressed forth while he pressed it in and she did not miss the smirk on his face.

“The movement translates almost without any delay”, he praised his own development and drew slow circles with the figurine inside her. He then slowly pulled it out, only to push it in again, and again and again with ever changing angles and speed.

Adolphine was surprised as she heard a small whimpering noise from herself at the demonstration. She was also so wet between her legs that it might have actually seeped through all layers of fabric at this point. She wanted this to end, but she also wanted this to continue. She shot Heinrich a pleading glance, not even sure what she was pleading for.

“And of course it can be combined with the memory function even at this size”, he advertized and 'recorded' a deep thrusting and twirling motion that made her bite her lip and pant in sync to the rhythm of the tool.

“Lady Adolphine, you look a bit unwell, is everything alright?”, Heinrich inquired with a sly grin and she shook her head in an attempt to stave off the impeding orgasm as well as she could.

“Quite alright. Attendants, please leave us alone for a short moment”, she instructed with the last rest of her composure. At least her retainers were all first class as they complied immediately. As soon as they had left she grabbed a sound blocking tool and screamed her climax into the void. She felt the object inside her being completely unimpressed by her own hard contractions as it continued thrusting into her with an unrelenting force.

All the while Heinrich watched her before he finally took pity on her and removed the figurine from the box and from her in consequence.

“If you would be so inclined, Lady Adolphine, I will put my sword into this box tonight and will imagine pounding you all night long”, he whispered into her ear.

She was not sure whether she was even able to blush more. But she was sure that she was keeping this magic tool installed.

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“Myne, did you also practice with your wooden sword on your chalice?”, I whispered my question into her ear while playing with a strand of her hair. I was not even sure which answer I wanted to hear most. My other hand was at her by now naked waist keeping her close to me as I waited for her answer.

“I did not, Lord Lestilaut. The gray shrine maidens advised against it since apparently a lack of experience for the chalice was appreciated by most lords”, she whispered back seductively as she caressed my left thigh with her hands. I as well was glad that I had by now gotten rid of all my clothes. But if she continued like that I would be hard in no time and I wanted to savor this.

“Show me your chalice”, I suggested and I noticed how she froze shortly in her movements before she removed her hands from me and also guided my own hand away from her waist.

She is not going to refuse now, is she?

But while her movements seemed uncertain and hesitant she still seemed like a woman with a plan as she reached out to grab a pillow from one end of the bed and let herself fall back. Her legs were still closed with her knees together as she arranged the pillow under her ass to prop it up a bit.

Such diligence.

But she still seemed shy to completely follow through. I could see the blush on her face and wondered whether it stretched out to her nether region. I turned around on the bed and basically knelt in front of her as I placed my hands on her knees.

“There is no need to be shy about this, Myne”, I assured her and to my great delight she parted her legs on her own without even needing any help from me beyond a little guidance.

The first drops of Flutrane's waters seemed to have already emerged from her chalice as it was already slightly glistening, contrasting her midnight blue hair in close vicinity quite exquisitely.

“You are beautiful, Myne, truly. I feel like Kunstzeal had a say in your creation”, I praised her and noticed the embarrassment on her face as I quickly looked up to her.

“Now use your hand and spread your folds so that I can see even more of your beauty, Myne”, I suggested and I noticed how she now looked away from me as she complied with that. With two of her fingers she showed me her everything.

I could not once convince Eineliebe to let me look at her like this. And also the grays in the past had never been this enticing.

I gave in to the temptation and hoped that my sword could resist longer than my mind as I put my thumb on her nub and began to rub it slowly.

I knew that my technique was good so I chalked it up to her inexperience that it took her quite some moments before I could feel the stress in her body melt away and turn into some other kind of tension. As she began to moan softly I stopped the rubbing and instead circled around it with my thumb, but not touching it anymore. A barely suppressed whimper was my reward that made me look up from the view between her legs to glance at her face.

“You are adorable in a state of arousal, Myne”, I praised and another slight whimper emerged from her just from my words.

I began to let my index finger slide through her folds as I studied her face and it seemed she was still not ready to face me in that moment. While it was a shame that she turned her head to the side to look away from me, I did not really have any reason to complain as her profile was also absolutely stunning.

I began to tease her entrance with one of my fingers which made her look back at me and I smiled at her. She smiled back, although still a bit forced as it seemed. And she even hissed quietly as I then pressed the tip of my finger into her to be welcomed by her wet heat.

Oh, she is so tense, so tight, yet already quite aroused.

I let my finger slide in and out of her chalice while I continued the circling motion with my thumb around her nub. Her breathing grew a bit faster and she gasped as I bent my finger inside her to tease even more spots inside her chalice.

The mana concentration inside her was almost overwhelming. I wondered where she even took all that mana from. Judging from the strength of her presence she should be on archnoble level but it felt even stronger than what Eineliebe usually offered for our calls of winter.

Maybe this Myne is really eager for my sword? As a shrine maiden she does not really have any rights to refuse anyway but the disproportionate amount of mana she currently pours into her chalice cannot be anything else than her call for my sword.

And soon I could even feel the first signs of spasms around my finger which told me she was more than just ready.

I removed my hand and looked at the result of her anticipation and my ministrations.

“You are so beautiful, Myne. I wished I could capture this sight on canvas”, I mused as I rearranged myself to stroke myself fully hard. My sword had indeed kept better to itself than my mind.

“I am sure my attendant will not mind if you use her art supplies, Lord Lestilaut”, Myne suddenly proposed, surely holding back with her everything from the need in her chalice, as I felt my heart skip a beat.

There are art supplies here?

“I'll be quick then”, I promised as I jumped from the bed and looked for them at the place she now described. I did not want to leave her hanging since she was quite obviously so aroused and eagerly waiting for my sword, but her wetness, her swollen folds and nub, her pulsating hole inside her chalice all that had beckoned for an offering to Kunstzeal within me and apparently she was so attuned to the divine that she had felt that as well.

I hastily squeezed some of the paints that fitted her color palette best on the sample board and fitted a medium sized canvas to the easel that I retrieved from the corner of the room.

I dipped the brush into the wet paint, evoking a very satisfying smacking sound and focused fully on the enticing sight in front of me.

“Pull your knees up to your hips and spread your legs wide for me, Myne”, I said and was glad that she complied so eagerly. Her chalice was still puffy from the stimulation and her fluids had spread to her inner thighs as well as run down a bit to the hole that was the workaround for eager knights during long subjugation missions.

I went to work as fast as I could while still doing her justice. I had not expected to find inspiration to paint in Ehrenfest like this. While I had considered to turn the subjugation of the Lord of Winter into a painting a few days after my return to Dunkelfelger, I was so glad to now also have this outlet here.

“My apologies for the interruption”, I said as I was satisfied with my painting. But as I showed it to her so that she could bask in her own beauty as well I saw her blush to the most intense red I had ever seen on a face.

“Lord Lestilaut, this... will be kept in your hidden room, right?”, she asked hesitantly and I wondered whether I should tease her a bit. But maybe not now.

“Of course, Myne. This is just for me to never forget how beautiful you are”, I promised and put the painting on the easel so that Myne could still see it before I knelt back between her knees.

I stroked myself hard in just the few moments it took to reignite Myne's arousal with my other hand as well while she still spread her legs wide open with her knees held to her sides with her hands.

My finger inside her chalice told me that she was still rather tense and so I decided to rely on an established and well-proven Dunkelfelger technique to take her maidenhood.

I leaned over her and gently licked her breasts before I began to suck on one of her nipples. I noticed how she let her legs fall down and put her hands on my body instead. Of course I did not object to that. Her fingers caressing through my hair while those of her other hand stroked my shoulder was indeed rather gentle and pleasant.

I steadied myself with one arm next to her on the mattress and used my now free hand to align my sword with her entrance. Her mana-rich fluids were coating my tip easily but the dimensions of my sword and her inexperience made it clear that I could not just impale her without a little distraction or this would turn into full-blown ditter.

“Myne, are you ready?”, I asked as I shortly let go of her by now hard nipple but I could see the hesitation in her face.

Don't be so tense, my little flower.

“How about you count backwards from ten and you can relax in that time a bit more”, I offered and she nodded with a small smile before I went back to sucking her nipple playfully.

I was sure that she had to feel the pressure behind my sword at her entrance already but she was still so brave now. Even though I knew that she could not know what to expect. But maybe that is for the best.

“Ten – nine – eight -”, she began and I licked around her nipple while I brought my hips into the right position as she slowly seemed to calm down and grow accustomed to the thought of my sword soon inside her chalice.

“Seven – six -”, she continued and I felt her relax even more. Just as planned.

“Fiv-aaaaaaaaah”, she screamed in reaction to me biting her nipple and using that moment of surprise to slide my sword into her wet heat in one swift motion. I knew it would fit despite the tightness I now felt embracing my sword so I did not hold back and pushed in to the hilt without hesitation. But I felt her fingernails digging into my shoulder in retaliation. And the hand with which she had caressed my head had slapped my face.

I immediately raised my head away from her breast and pinned her down fully just on instinct, with my sword still inside her but that was really my least concern right now. I felt the rage surging inside me as I glared at her from just a hand's breadth's distance from her face.

How dare she slap me!

“No biting!”, she growled with suddenly rainbow-colored eyes and I felt her oppressing mana on me that moment.

Shit. Is the sensation of her presence so faint because she has even more mana than me?!

“No crushing! Calm down your mana!”, I growled back, shortly contemplating whether I had to subdue her now instead of really starting with Beischmacht's dance. I was still inside her tight chalice up to the hilt of my sword but a Dunkelfelger knight was ready anytime.

To my great relief she closed her eyes and seemed to do some breathing exercise. I felt the tension inside her with my sword as it seemed to translate at least somewhat to the tightness of her chalice. It lessened only slowly, but it did. In response I removed my hands from her wrists and my thighs from her own before I began with a slow rocking motion of my hips.

She opened her eyes as well as her mouth at that, but since her eyes were now golden I simply took that as an invitation for a kiss and put my lips on hers while slowly increasing the length of my thrusts as well as the speed as I noticed her wincing to decrease. As she finally moaned into my mouth I removed my lips from hers and stopped leaning over her. I pulled her hips closer to mine and put her calves over my shoulder after I sat up and filled her chalice with my full length and deep, forceful thrusts.

Her moans and gasps that emerged her between her labored breaths told me that she had grown accustomed to the dance by now and I smirked at her and cocked my head in the direction of the easel.

“Good that we painted that beforehand, because it will never look like that again, Myne. I am sure you must experience quite the stretching right now, but your chalice is so eager to accommodate my sword that it will change shape just after this first time already”, I commented and on top of all her apparent arousal I could see her embarrassment returning to her face.

“I- I am so sorry, Lord Les-Lestilaut”, she gasped in sync with my pounding and I could not deny the effect her words had on me as I felt my own climax arriving soon. Hearing her gasp my name like this was arousing.

“I did not mean to slap you, it was just the hea-heat of the moment, the sur-surprise”, she continued as if me slamming into her with full force now and her somehow bouncing back on my sword from that strange mattress was the perfect occasion for such a discussion.

“Myne, shut up. It's fine”, I pressed forth and let myself fall on top of her again so that my head rested on her breasts which I sucked eagerly as I chased that perfect stimulation inside her chalice which did not take long.

I felt my mana explode inside her and I panted a bit as well as I then glided out of her chalice that now had to be filled quite pleasantly with my snow. But I still lay resting with my head on her chest. One of her hands returned to carefully massage my head and I did not mind such a caressing gesture.

Only then did it dawn on me that her slapping me must have been indeed weighing on her quite heavily because I could now claim that she – a commoner – had assaulted me – a noble. Including all the rather far reaching consequences for her and her whole house.

Ah, poor girl.

“Myne, it's really okay. I will not press charges, okay? I am aware that this was really just the heat of the moment”, I assured her and felt the slight movement from her head, most likely from her nodding.

I looked up and saw her still rather emotional.

“I was serious however how your chalice must now be transformed by your new experience. How about you take the time I will spend on another painting to calm down a bit again”, I proposed and saw her nod hesitantly.

The stress over this must have stolen Verdrenna's thunder from her. I did not feel her pulsing contractions around my sword and her cheeks only seem flushed from the embarrassment but not from her own high. A pity. She must be beautiful when she will be struck by that.

She was already in the position I had asked her to hold for the first painting before I had even finished setting up my new canvas.

“Thank you, Myne, you are doing excellent”, I tried to comfort her and saw a small smile on her face again.

My snow was by now slowly dripping out of her chalice that was still stretched wide open, especially in her current position.

If I had not already spent my snow twice today already, I might have just dived into her again right now. Efflorelume's freshly plowed field just had its own draw that I now wished to capture on canvas.

I could feel Verfuhremeer's impact on me with every stroke I made and the longer I thought about it the more I was impressed that she had even dared to slap me despite all the circumstances.

She is so overly compliant, eager even. And she has to be absolutely aware of her standing and how to interact with nobles as the High Priestess. And yet, she still slapped me. She is not only blessed by Efflorelume and Kunstzeal but apparently also by Angriff. Truly a shame that she is hidden inside Ehrenfest's temple.

“Say Myne, what will you do in the future?”, I asked while mixing some paint to accommodate the dark red of the innermost parts of her chalice that were currently so visible and it seemed I had startled her with that question.

“Bwuh? My future, Lord Lestilaut?”, she asked back, apparently completely unaware of my implications. Not that I was even sure yet how I could orchestrate something that ended with me taking her home with me without causing some minor or major diplomatic incident.

“Yes, you have only recently come of age, no?”, I inquired and changed the paint to the slightly off-white color of my snow seeping out of her and dripping to the mattress.

“I will make as many books as possible with my little workshop in the temple here”, she declared and the pride on her face was something I wished to capture in the background of her chalice painting.

Right now it looks almost as if she is proud of having taken my sword and being filled with my snow. A nice image.

I let her talk a bit more about those endeavors that changed her expression so much and fit so nicely for her as my current model.

“Thank you for your patience, Myne”, I eventually said as I was satisfied with my painting and smiled at her with that same pride as I turned the canvas around to show it to her.

I placed the 'before' picture next to it for a proper comparison and while I might have appreciated it more if she squealed with delight, her squealing in embarrassment and hiding her eyes behind her hands was almost equally satisfying.

“Please look at it properly, Myne”, I asked and she did but only after she closed her legs much to my disappointment.

“You are a very talented painter, Lord Lestilaut”, she said but it seemed she was not very eager to look too closely.

“You can call in your attendant to clean yourself up”, I told her as I let myself fall back on the bed after I had cast a waschen on the sheets. Instead of those fluids around me I much preferred looking at those paintings of her.

“Lord Lestilaut, can you please put them somewhere where my attendants would not see them?”, she asked with that adorable flush on her face and I smiled at her.

“But of course. Those are not for sharing, after all.”

Even after her bath she still had that slight disturbance in her step as if she could still feel where my sword had been in her chalice. It was amusing in a way and also deeply satisfying that I had left such a long-lasting impression on or rather in her.

When the time came for dinner it seemed that she almost expected me to leave her chambers but I did not intend to do that.

After all, I was a gentleman and could therefore not leave before I had brought her the experience of Verdrenna's thunder as well. While that meant that I was now imposing on her for dinner, it seemed that there was always extra food in the temple to begin with. Getting dressed again for the occasion was a bit annoying, but one of her gray priest attendants helped out with that. Since we had headed over to Ehrenfest in a hurry for the subjugation mission we had not brought any attendants along.

But Myne's hospitality was not lacking in any way. And the food was excellent. I had heard that Ehrenfest had sold a few recipes over the last few years but easily two thirds of the dishes were completely new to me. As I asked her about that it seemed like those recipes were actually her own.

I was now even more intrigued by this strange blue shrine maiden.

Getting a blue shrine maiden into Dunkelfelger should be doable, right?

After dinner we spent some time playing a game that she had called 'reversi' and to my utter shame did she win against me. And not only in the first game but also in the second. But what shocked me more than the fact that she won was that she did not feel intimidated in a way that she defaulted to losing on purpose. I did not want to win by pity or fear but only due to my own skills and I was very glad for her to not shame me with an undeserved victory.

I want her. And she did not mention any husband or lord in her future plans. Just some books.

Myne seemed surprised that I did not even leave when it came time to sleep. While I was definitely in the mood to drift off after pumping some more of my snow into her delightfully tight, yet warm and welcoming chalice, I had to admit that I was spent for the day. Therefore I merely defaulted to sleeping on my side and hugging myself to her in the process.

I could feel her tense up at first but then it seemed like she nuzzled into my embrace and the pleasant smell of her hair lulled me to sleep.

As I awoke, better rested than I had expected in a foreign bed with a still rather foreign woman in it, I noticed how my hard sword was already poking into her backside while my embracing arm had subconsciously found itself in such a position that I could grope her breasts with my hand. I nuzzled my head against her neck and noticed with great satisfaction that she was already awake.

“Good morning, Myne, I hope you slept well”, I greeted her and rubbed my erection against her. In contrast to her I had decided to sleep fully naked.

“Good morning, Lord Lestilaut. I indeed slept well, so tightly secured in your embrace”, she said but I noticed the signs of exhaustion in her voice.

Maybe she is not used to sleeping with somebody else in one bed.

“I still owe you Verdrenna's thunder from yesterday, Myne. Why don't you get rid of your nightgown so that I can make it up to you”, I proposed and teasingly nibbled on her earlobe.

“I swear, I won't bite”, I added as I kissed her neck and saw her quickly leave the bed to undress with a shy smile on her face.

I warmed her chalice up with my hands just as yesterday even though she did not seem just as eager as yesterday. Almost as if she really wanted me to leave by now, but I could not leave her unsatisfied. My pride and honor was on the line here.

“Why don't you take a bit of the initiative this time”, I suggested as I lay on my back and gestured her to sit on me. While it had been somewhat expected given her lack of experience that she had remained rather passive during her first time I wanted her in a more active role this time.

And so I watched with delight how she climbed on top of me and clumsily tried to align the entrance of her chalice with the tip of my sword. But even as she used her hand to guide it inside did it not glide in. She looked at me with an apologetic face as she tried to slide down on it, but apparently couldn't.

“Ah, it was a tight fit yesterday as well, even though I stretched you out so much like you could see in that painting, it must have recovered a bit over night and resumed a bit of its initial state, Myne”, I explained and she nodded hesitantly.

She then tried to push down which seemed rather uncomfortable.

“You can do that either very slowly and carefully or in another strong push to take it all in, Myne. Anything else will just be uncomfortable for a long time”, I educated her further and I saw her grit her teeth before she exhaled slowly and pushed herself down to take my sword to the hilt. I felt her chalice basically splitting around my sword and simultaneously embrace it with the strong grip of her tight and inexperienced walls. She hissed slightly as she sat down on me and only opened her eyes after a few more very focused breaths.

But she is indeed blessed by Angriff to prefer taking my sword full force instead of slow and steady. She must have liked her first time quite a lot yesterday to now be so eager to impale herself with my sword.

“Now, move your hips”, I advised since I could not expect her to know all about Beischmacht's dance just yet. At my words she began with a slow rotating motion that made her suck in air quickly before she also added some up and down movement to it.

She is really impaling herself on my sword. Gods, what a sight! And what a feeling how she is rubbing her wet walls against my sword deep inside her!

I savored the moments when she tried to ride me for the first time and it was more than just adequate. Her tight chalice moving with her own rhythm was divine. But that meant I had to take control again or I would spill my seed before she had met Verdrenna's thunder once more.

I cannot be so selfish this time.

And so, after a few more of her very delightful pushes and twists did I turn us both around and began focusing on her pleasure more than on my own.

That was, until an ordonnanz arrived unexpectedly. Myne's eyes widened at that and I was more than confused who would dare to send me one in this situation. But since I could not rule out that it was some urgent news from Dunkelfelger I produced my schtappe and tapped the bird while still gently rocking into Myne.

“Lord Lestilaut, my apologies, but I deemed an ordonnanz more appropriate than sending an attendant inside Sister Myne's chambers while she apparently still hosts you. As she is expected to join for the temple's dedication ritual, I need to know whether she will participate today as planned.”

While I was annoyed that Lord Ferdinand had indeed dared to send an ordonnanz while I was to the hilt sunken into Myne it seemed that Myne somehow liked to hear his voice right now. Her chalice eased up on the tension and welcomed my sword even more eagerly and I could feel the first signs of contractions inside her chalice as I also added my fingers rubbing on her nub to the mix as Lord Ferdinand's message was repeated twice to fulfill the ordonnanz' function.

Oh? Has she perhaps a little rafel for her High Bishop?

I smirked at her as I increased the frequency and changed the angle with which I was currently gently rocking into her and her soft gasps as she was slowly growing closer to her own climax was ever so enticing.

Well, if thinking of him helps her make such cute noises, who am I to deny her here? I am a gentleman after all.

“It's only polite to answer him, right?”, I proposed and I saw her only catching my drift as I produced my schtappe and cast an ordonnanz.

I kept quiet, apart from my own slightly labored breathing and the wet slapping noises that I drew from where my sword joined and left her chalice. I was sure those were added to the recording of the ordonnanz right now, while Myne seemed to work hard to control herself enough for an answer. She bit her lip at first but I slammed a full length thrust into her to help her focus on the important things while I looked at her expectantly and cocked my head in the direction of the ordonnanz that was just waiting for her message.

“High- High Bishop, apologies”, she hastily pressed forth and I increased the pressure with which I rubbed her nub to add a little squeal at that point. Her breathing grew more labored even though I could not tell whether it was from arousal or embarrassment. I could however tell that she had now begun to tilt her hips rhythmically to derive even more pleasure from my sword. Not that I minded.

“I am still occ-occupied with my duties con-concerning Lord Les-Les-Leeeeeestilaut”, she stumbled from one syllable to the next and I took particular pleasure in making her scream my name with some particularly well angled thrusts at her most sensitive spots that I had found out by now. While I was quite certain that a little bite to her nipple could draw out even more enticing sounds I did not want to anger her with something she apparently did not like at all. Her contractions around my sword grew more intense and more frequent. I was glad that she was enjoying herself by recording our honoring of Beischmacht. I had not expected her to be so shameless but I could definitely appreciate that right now!

“I could not do the clea-cleaning ritual this mor-morning”, she continued and I had to focus hard to not already spill my seed into her. I wanted to continue this as long as possible and I was sure that all the wet smacking noises and the rhythmically interrupted speech pattern was all too telling of what his ordonnanz had dared to interrupt. But also because Myne's impeding climax seemed to grow only more intense the longer the recording went on.

Oh, I like how she looks when she thinks of Lord Ferdinand while I pound her. So ashamed and yet so full of bliss already.

“I will not j-join the dedi-di-di-di-cation ritual today”, she stuttered in sync to the contractions of her chalice and I sent the bird on its merry way since I could not hold on much longer. Her chalice was begging me so hard right now to spend every little drop of my snow into her. I could only imagine how hard she would cramp down on me when she was fully struck by Verdrenna's thunder.

“Do you like the idea that he knows what we are doing right now?”, I proposed and started a few very deliberate and slow thrusts into her. The sudden change in rhythm made her moan loudly and I joined in without restraint. There had been no sound blocker installed around her bed but we both did not mind to be overheard. She was so close; the concentration of mana inside her chalice was almost overwhelming but I sent my own out as if it was a battle for dominance for who climaxed first.

“Myne, you know, he will hear that message of us calling winter, not once”, thrust, “not twice”, thrust, “but thrice”, thrust.

She came on the first but I only came at the third thrust. Her contractions were strong and I felt as if she was milking me inside her, eager for my snow. The embarrassment at the thirst of her chalice was written all over her face alongside her ecstasy.

We were both panting heavily but the flushed expression on her face had not been there yesterday.

Verdrenna's thunder really suits any woman. But this Myne in particular.

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“Thank you, Lasfam”, my master said as he sank into the hot bathtub. He was still wearing his calm and neutral facade but the circumstance alone that he was currently in his estate and had not yet returned to the temple was telling enough of his agitated state.

He had declined my offer for dinner, claiming he had already eaten in the castle, and that alone might have already been the reason why he seemed unable to relax.

I had washed his body with the unscented soap I had made myself from carefully selected and poison-free ingredients and even though there was not really dirt that came free with my ministrations it still seemed to provide some relief.

It had been a while since I had seen him like this and since I had the honor to actually serve as his attendant and not just as the one who kept his estate open that he visited way too rarely. But I was glad to see that he still seemed to follow his physical training regime as he had not lost a noteworthy amount of muscle yet.

And now he was calmly soaking in the hot water, apparently pondering several things at once while I merely stood by, should he wish for anything.

“Lasfam, I'd like for a massage today”, Lord Ferdinand ordered quietly as he sunk a bit deeper into the tub. He was usually in such a hurry between places that there was rarely time for that. It spoke volumes about how exhausting today must have been. But while it made me a bit sad that he had such a rough day, I was glad to serve him as best as I could.

I preheated the stone table on which I would massage him and double-checked the oils I would use for this to make sure that they were still in pristine and poison-free condition.

As he emerged from the bathtub steam rose from his skin and evaporated the last residue of water before I even had a chance to pick it up with some of the towels I had prepared for that task. He lay down on his stomach on the hot stone table and I immediately went to work.

His shoulders were as stiff as I remembered them to be in the past, but as I used my hands and some of the rejuvenating oils on him I could feel him relax under me. A soft gasp escaped him as I deemed it wise to continue lower to his back and tried to ease the strain on him with my skilled fingers.

Lord Ferdinand did not say anything as I pushed into him with my fingertips but I could feel his stiffness melt away over time.

I knew from experience that he did not like me touching his butt cheeks so I skipped them and continued on the outside of his upper thighs. Those muscles were exceedingly tense as well. I truly wondered what kind of day, or rather days, he had just experienced that led to that outcome. But of course I did not ask. I did not dare to disturb his moment of peace with my musing and questions. That he spent a moment of quiet introspection not inside his hidden room but under my hands was already outstanding enough. I did not wish to bother him with my worries for I knew he had to shoulder enough of his own already.

As I felt the calming effect of my ministrations on him I continued even further downward. His calves were hard. Harder than I had ever experienced with him. I wondered whether he had been on his feet all day then or maybe even for three days in a row, not even being offered the respite of sitting down for a short moment once in a while.

I feared that Lord Sylvester was slowly working him to death. Not because that also implied my own death since I had given him my name, but because I did not wish for him to perish. I pushed and stretched his tight muscles until they eventually relented and released their tension. It took so much effort that I secretly wished to be able to use physical enhancement magic just for this task. But I knew I could never afford the mana cost for that. I had to work my own muscles to provide relief to his.

And I did so gladly while I worked up quite a sweat.

But while it might have seemed that I was by now almost finished, I knew that the most critical part of the massage was just to come.

His feet.

As I took his right foot softly into both of my hands, I began by pressing my thumbs, first softly, then rather forcefully, into the sole of his foot. I aimed for the spot where the pad belonging to his big toe connected to the pad that belonged to the other four. As I pressed my fingertips inside I heard a soft moan from my master just at the same time as I heard some quiet clicking noises emerging from his foot. I drew circles into his pads with my thumbs, applying pressure but not too much and a slight amount of oil to his foot. Every third or fourth time that I circled my thumb, I let one slide down to stretch the middle of his sole a bit.

I then switched over to his left foot and repeated my work on his pads and sole there before I then began to dig both of my thumbs in his heel to relieve more of his stress from there. I was rewarded with just a tiny gasp from Lord Ferdinand but that was all the confirmation I needed. He liked it and that made it all worth it.

When I was sure that the underside of his feet had received an adequate amount of attention, I began to work on his toes.

I aligned both of my thumbs along his big toe of his right foot and carefully massaged it. Only when I felt him relax under my hands did I proceed to the smaller, or rather even more filigree, toes next to it. I repeated everything on the other foot before I deemed my preparations to be completed.

I had chosen an oil of a rather neutral flavor and it was now glistening slightly on his skin. Unconsciously, I wet my lips in anticipation of the next step.

As I lowered my head to be able to reach those comparatively delicate feet with my mouth I became aware of just how much I cherished this part of my duties. Seeing Lord Ferdinand eat might have been the most reassuring thing to observe, but rejuvenating this particular overlooked and overworked part of his body brought the most rewarding sensation to me.

I began to press my tongue into his sole and pushed it into the spot that my fingertips had not been able to reach fully to provide relief. The sensation on my tongue – the taste of the oil, mixed with the barest sheen of sweat from his feet – tingled with the trace amounts of his mana just as I was sure that my own saliva must be currently feeling on his skin.

It filled me with a strange pride that I was effectively the only one who could offer him this special service as my saliva was low enough in mana to not cause an outright rejecting reaction but merely stimulating his mana system slightly. Justus had once reported sadly how he tried to do the same for our master but Lord Ferdinand had told him to stop and never try again.

Therefore, massaging his feet with my tongue was my sole privilege. But I never made any remark on that openly. I just savored that knowledge almost as much as I currently savored his foot.

With alternating pressure and spiraling motions I went over every single spot on his sole. I delighted in shifting his toe pads around with my ministrations and even more when I heard another soft gasp from him.

His foot had by now heated up slightly from all the attention and I felt more of his mana seeping into me as his sweat increased just as well by the tiniest amount.

I knew that my fingers could never reach the appropriate points on his toes so I had not even tried that in my preparations. Instead I now took his pinky toe into my mouth and caressed it and every single one of its joints with my tongue. As I pressed it slightly in the space that connected it to the next toe I noticed the appreciative twitch in both of them and I increased the pressure a bit when I repeated that movement.

Lord Ferdinand was always subtle in his feedback and praise so I had grown quite accustomed to those signals that any other might have missed. I hummed to myself, both from the knowledge that I was indeed pleasing him right now and to add to the stimulation. Another minor twitch in his toes was my reward.

I continued on to the next toe in the row, slowly building up to the main dish of his big toe. But despite the name I felt it was not less slender than the others. Of course, it was stronger and filled my mouth more easily, but in turn it also expected more attention which I gracefully provided.

I bobbed my head back and forth slowly to embrace his big toe with my lips while I continued to hum and cover it fully in my saliva. Only then did I let my tongue slide around it to carefully caress it. But this time it felt as if there was a minor misalignment at play. I gently sucked on his toe provide the relief Lord Ferdinand deserved and I was rewarded with him curling all of his toes.

What pleasure must I have just brought him? I did not dare to overdo it, to keep it something special, but I could not resist the temptation fully as I sucked on it a second time before I removed my lips from him with a quiet 'plop'.

And then, I did the same for his other foot. The same slow build-up and the same patterns that he had shown a liking for today and in the past.

But for his second foot I dared to suck on some of the smaller toes as well, shortly only since I did not want to spoil the satisfaction of doing it on his big toe that fit so divinely into my mouth. And indeed, I did not spoil that experience.

Lord Ferdinand moaned softly once again and seemed more relaxed than I had seen him in a long while.

“Thank you, Lasfam”, he then muttered quietly as he slowly began to rise from the stone table.

I noticed that he suffered from a similar predicament as I currently did, but due to the nature of me massaging him I was still clothed while nothing hid his erection.

But I, of course, did not comment on it. He had never once indicated that he wanted my help in those things and it was improper for me to offer or even stare too long, so I brought his robe over and helped him into it. As I bent down to tie his sash I flinched shortly as I entered a position that was a bit uncomfortable with my own hardened sword and Lord Ferdinand noticed my discomfort immediately to my great embarrassment.

“Lasfam, I do not wish for you to suffer from your loyalty to me. The personal cost for staying at my side has to be immense for you”, he commented neutrally but I shook my head. I did not wish for him to ask me once again whether I would take my name back. It was his and I had acted from conviction. I was definitely unwilling to take it back.

“The personal cost for leaving your side would be unbearable, Lord Ferdinand. I do not wish to pay that price”, I merely suggested and he looked at me with those thoughtful eyes he rarely allowed me to see.

“I know that with me at the temple and my association with the Knight Order you are effectively out of options to find any relief yourself without rousing suspicion, Lasfam”, he said vaguely but I remained firm.

Of course he was right. But neither did I wish for the attention of gray priests or shrine maidens nor did I wish to join in the promiscuous activities that were rumored to happen in the knights' barracks.

“Your worry is wasted on me, milord”, I stated a bit more firmly and he looked at me more scrutinizing.

“Would you like me to bring you some relief then, if you do not allow yourself to seek it outside?”, he suggested unexpectedly and my eyes widened at the unprecedented offer.

“I would not wish to sully you with something so minor”, I tried to deflect, but he sat down on the waist-high table and ordered me to stand closer.

And then, he lifted his right leg and placed his right foot on my hardened and still clothed sword. I gasped from the sudden touch but stood as he had told me.

He moved his foot up and down slightly, curling his toes around what he must have clearly identified as my raging erection and I could already feel the harbinger of snow emerging from it just from this short touch.

He lifted his other leg as well and now held my sword with both of his feet. I moaned loudly as he began to rub it between his soles and I trembled as I felt my pleasure rising.

He was so skilled and so flexible in moving his feet, if I had not been so distracted with all the sensations he was invoking I might have been mesmerized by it. I tried to burn all those memories into my mind, but by now he had increased the speed with which he was switching between a gentle caress and rather forceful pressure and I had to give it my all to not start crying from the bliss he was evoking.

“Lord Ferdinand-”, I began, not even sure what I even wanted to say as just saying his name had already turned into a moan and he smirked at me just ever so slightly.

“It's just my feet, no? Surely I can walk with them wherever I please without sullying them. And your clothes are clean after all”, he commented as if to take my last doubts away but I had thrown those out already anyway.

My breathing increased and I was firmly aware that those clothes would not remain clean very soon.

He seemed to notice my excitement and began to twist what he could grab of my sword between his big toes which made me scream as I came. I panted heavily as he removed his feet after just one final gentle caressing move along my now softening sword. My pants had been sullied but he had not.

“Of course, Lord Ferdinand. You may walk wherever you please”, I confirmed after I had recovered at least slightly from the sheer intensity of my orgasm.

“Tell me, when you'd like me to walk that path again. I do not wish to see you suffer so much, Lasfam”, he concluded and left the bathroom. He was the best master I could ever wish for.

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“Lord Lestilaut, might you have a few moments for a short discussion?”, Lord Ferdinand addressed me as I walked through the hallways of the noble section of the temple on my way to Myne to spend the rest of the evening as well as the night honoring Beischmacht.

I suppressed any outward signs of my sigh and smiled at him politely as I followed him into his chambers. He was in a strange position as he was officially returned to noble society but had refused to leave his High Bishop position behind and served in the temple full time. I decided that it was best to approach him as somebody of Ehrenfest's archducal family just in case.

“Lord Lestilaut, how much longer do you intend to stay in Ehrenfest?”, he asked rather bluntly. While I could not identify any signs of hostility from him, I was sure that he was actually asking me to leave already.

“My, another three or four weeks perhaps? Aub Ehrenfest has been rather thankful for my offer to revise the training regimen of Ehrenfest's Knight Order while I am here and I am sure the small group of me and four of my guard knights is not too imposing on Ehrenfest's hospitality in turn”, I proposed with a smirk and was met with an almost divine smile.

So he is one of those who smile brighter when they are angry? Interesting.

“While it is of course not too imposing on Ehrenfest's hospitality, considering of course the huge part you and your knights played in slaying this year's Lord of Winter, Lord Lestilaut, it appears to me that you might be a bit too imposing on Sister Myne's hospitality”, Lord Ferdinand stated and I smirked at him even more.

“She did not voice any such notion, High Bishop”, I assured him, leading to an even brighter smile from him.

“My, given her rather unique situation it might not feel like an option to her to refuse anything from somebody of your high standing, Lord Lestilaut”, he continued his attempt at convincing me to not visit Myne anymore but if he had wanted her as a mistress he should have taken her when he had the chance.

“Your worry is indeed quite heart-warming, High Bishop, but you may rest assured that Sister Myne is indeed aware that she can refuse anything she is not in favor of and I am of course gentleman enough to honor any such refusals”, I stressed.

And it was true. She had told me that she did not want any biting and I had honored that ever since. Over the last three nights I had also learned that she did not like to be pulled by her hair and to not call her a little angel. All things that Lord Ferdinand did not need to become aware of now, but still things I honored in order to accommodate Myne's preferences.

“I see”, he grumbled but did not press further. I had almost expected that he would mention the ordonnanz of Myne in the middle of having her chalice pounded by my sword but he had not acknowledged it even once.

“Well, if that is all, High Bishop, I imagine Sister Myne is already waiting for me with dinner”, I noted and excused myself from his chambers and went to those next to him. I shortly wondered whether the walls were soundproof. Most likely not.

Dinner was delicious as always and savoring the taste of her chalice for dessert was growing on me quite quickly.

Another thing that Eineliebe hates but Myne seems to enjoy. She is so responsive to all of Beischmacht's offerings.

After I had enjoyed my serving of her sweet nectar, I was eager for the real main dish. And Myne was just the same as she widened her legs to welcome my sword. By now her chalice had already become accustomed to it as I slid into her wet embrace with only minor signs of discomfort from her. It spoke volumes of how appreciative her body was of my affections that she had adjusted so fast to it from the initial tight fit.

I began fast with a few well targeted thrusts to her most responsive spots before I turned us around and marveled at her bouncing breasts as she rode my sword with eagerness to try to hit those spots again. I helped out of course with intermittent thrusts but watching her pleasuring herself on my sword never got old. Loud moans, sudden gasps and sweet whimpering built a symphony together with all the wet smacking and slapping noises that accompanied our passionate dance.

The throbbing in my sword intensified steadily from her lustful moves with which she rubbed her walls against my sword for both of our pleasure. Just as I was about to shoot my snow into her I however forced another change in position, basically arranging her to lie on her shoulder blades with her butt up in the air and her feet next to her head as I pumped the last few thrusts that kept me away from my own climax into her and massaged her nub so that she came undone as well. Her screams of pleasure accompanied her high that caused her chalice to milk me dry with her own contractions in consequence.

I could feel the explosion of my mana and snow filling her up for good but I kept her in that position a bit longer even after my own sword had glided out due its softening.

I wanted my snow to seep deep into her. To take root and form another life inside her. While it was difficult to arrange for the transfer of such a clearly highly valuable blue shrine maiden from one duchy to another, it was almost common courtesy to allow a pregnant mistress of Dunkelfelger's heir to come down safely and have the success of her pregnancy ensured by her constant access to his mana. Wherever he went.

I smirked at the sight of her chalice up in the air that was unfortunately already beginning to spill my seed from some ongoing contractions. Over the last few days I had allowed her to wash up afterwards but now I wondered whether that reduced the chances of conception.

Was it not best if she kept my seed inside her for as long as possible? But despite gravity assisting right now she was already wasting it a bit.

I shot a look to her nightstand and grinned at the wooden sword she kept there. It should work well enough as some kind of plug to keep my snow in place where it was needed.

“Myne, can you keep this position for a moment?”, I asked and removed my hands from her hips as she nodded cautiously and I placed a kiss on her nub for good measure. Her face was as flushed as her outer chalice and she was still panting quite heavily.

I admired the sight for a short moment. She only grew more beautiful between her legs with every time that I filled her with my seed, it was a mesmerizing experience - surely for both of us. But I suppressed the urge to add yet another painting to my collection as I had more important things to do.

Especially if Lord Ferdinand decides he needs to cut my time short here. He is still considered a formidable foe in Dunkelfelger so I should not work on the assumption that I can take any chances with impregnating her.

As I opened her nightstand and retrieved her wooden practice sword I noticed how her eyes widened before they settled into confusion.

“Would you like me to give you another demonstration, Lord Lestilaut?”, she offered with a small smile but I just shook my head and returned to my position that gave me direct access to her chalice. It was still offered up in the air, with my snow seeping deep into her.

The position also offered Myne an excellent view so I actually saw her raise an eyebrow as I positioned the quite realistic tip of her practice sword at the entrance of her chalice.

“It's a bit smaller than my own, Myne, but I like to put this inside your chalice for tonight”, I explained and gave her the option to refuse which she did not. She just watched on with bated breath.

She is so curious about anything I am teaching her, it is adorable. Or maybe she is already secretly hoping for another round? It would fit her insatiable characteristic so far.

“Here it comes”, I noted and slowly pushed it in, paying great attention to not actually squish out any of my snow. After all, its natural place was inside her.

“How does it feel?”, I asked and she blushed. But maybe that was also because she could only see the testicle part of her wooden practice sword still peeking out of her, the rest had been swallowed by her ever so eager chalice. Since she had grown accustomed to my bigger sword this wooden one had not met any resistance at all. Or maybe it was just that she loved to take anything I gave her.

“Hard, foreign, and a bit cold”, she commented and I was glad that she obviously preferred my own over this mock-up. But still, she was a sight to behold. And the sheer thought that her chalice would remain painted in my seed over night made me grin.

“Then let me help you feel a bit better”, I suggested and began playing with her outer chalice, rubbing her nub and circling around it, caressing her folds and ever so slightly also moving the wooden sword around in some circular motions that I hoped distributed my seed even further. There were many rumors about what helped with conception and apart from the frequency of calling winter and the compatibility of mana, many agreed that a woman was most fertile when she was subject to Verdrenna's thunder.

And so I summoned that for her. As she screamed with pleasure I could see her almost repelling the wooden sword out of her chalice so I held against it. It was important after all that she kept everything inside her.

“You did excellent, Myne. You came so beautifully”, I praised her and felt another wave of her contractions trying to press the wooden sword out.

“That hurts. It's too hard, Lord Lestilaut”, she complained breathlessly as she seemed to have ended her high and I petted her hair in consolation.

“My apologies, I was not aware. I will not summon Verdrenna's thunder then with it inside you”, I promised and she nodded, but as she reached for the wooden sword to remove it I caught her wrist and led her away.

“No, please keep it inside you for tonight, Myne. Put some tight underwear above it so that it does not fall out. I also don't want you to wash up tonight. Just sleep like this”, I suggested and she hesitantly moved around to find some underwear.

The wet sounds from her steps reminded me how filled up with my seed she was right now and as she reached between her legs to prevent the wooden sword from falling out as she bowed down to retrieve her underwear I felt almost hard again. But with how regularly and hard she had milked me over the last few days I knew that it would be best to wait for the morning to give her her next fill.

She lay down next to me where I embraced her to sleep in my tight hug just as we had done the last nights and I savored the scent of her hair once more.

“It does not hurt right now, right?”, I asked and played a bit with her breasts and kissed her neck while rubbing my crotch against her ass.

“No, Lord Lestilaut, I can ignore the feeling of fullness and without contracting against it it also does not hurt too much”, she confirmed and I squeezed her tightly against me.

Yes, the feeling of fullness. Filled to the brim with my seed. So that it can take root within you and I can take you with me.

Waking up next to her was really something I was liking very much. I kissed her neck to wake her up only to find her awake already.

“Good morning, Myne”, I greeted her and felt my sword already poking into her backside just as it had all the other mornings as well.

“Good morning, Lord Lestilaut”, she responded and I let my one hand, that had been resting around her waist, keeping her close to me, wander down to her underwear to pull it down.

The thought that she had indeed kept all my snow in her with the help of that wooden sword was more than just a bit enticing. A child growing in her womb from my seed would be the absolute best development this whole excursion to Ehrenfest could end with.

But as I pulled the wooden sword out of her chalice and a mixture of sticky fluids followed with it I had to admit it was maybe not best to not clean up in between. Surely, any seed from my snow had by now found its way if it had fallen on fertile ground.

I cast a waschen on her which she seemed to appreciate before I slid into her to wake her body up fully.

Ever since our first morning together she had begged me to be quick in the mornings since she had to get rid of her mana during the dedication ritual not just for her duties but also for her safety and I could respect that. A devouring woman like her did not have many outlets for her mana after all. The thought that the child that I was currently planting into her would help with channeling this mana into something fruitful made me smile. She would appreciate growing a little sprout so much!

Until then however, I decided to be accommodating of her needs. So I was fast with my thrusts and climaxed rather soon, filling her up once again with my snow and plugging her chalice with the wooden sword once again.

“I will need to perform the cleaning ritual now, Lord Lestilaut”, she excused herself mere moments afterwards and reached out for the wooden sword that I had just inserted into her. I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

Without it she will spill everything. I cannot allow that.

“Keep it in, Myne”, I proposed but she furrowed her brow and shook her head.

“I cannot honor Beischmacht over Geduldh, Lord Lestilaut. He is a mere subordinate while she is one of the Eternal Five. I have to remove it to begin the cleaning ritual”, she insisted and I sighed wistfully.

Such piety. It would have been so nice to imagine her walking around all day filled with my snow and casually pleasuring herself with every step, always remembering me who put it there to begin with.

“How regrettable”, I commented but released her wrist which she used to remove the wooden sword. Unsurprisingly, my snow began to drip out almost immediately in consequence. I could only hope that it had been inside long enough to already find a path to her womb.

We kept that routine for about two weeks when I had another 'random' encounter with Lord Ferdinand who seemed even more displeased with my continued presence in Myne's chambers. But he had no real authority over me and so I just kept it polite before I excused myself back into Myne's chambers.

This time it seemed that I had arrived a bit earlier than usual as she was apparently still lost in prayer, striking a perfect prayer pose all the while.

“Impressive”, I praised after I had watched her for quite a while standing there on just one leg with her back to the door so that she had not seen me before.

She ended her prayer almost immediately as she noticed my presence and sent her attendants out as if she could not wait for me to impale her and fill her with my hot snow again.

“You hold that prayer pose exceedingly well, Sister Myne”, I praised and saw her blush from my compliment. I wondered whether I could make her falter in that pose from some gentle pounding.

“Why don't you undress and we send a few prayers to Beischmacht”, I suggested and opened my own robes before she even had a chance to answer.

“As you wish, Lord Lestilaut”, she eventually said and undressed quickly in front of me before she went in the direction of the bed.

“Ah, no, please strike that prayer pose again, Sister Myne”, I suggested and was smitten by the sight of her bare breasts offered to me with her hands stretched out to the sky and her most private parts presented to me almost in a similar manner with her left knee opening her for my easy access.

I stepped in front of her and began to suck on one of her breasts while my hand caressed her nub and slid through her folds that were quickly growing wet from my obviously quite welcome ministrations.

While I would have loved for her to stroke my sword to peak hardness now I did not dare to make her break her prayer pose like this. So instead I did the few strokes to get it into position myself.

I lowered my body slightly to align my sword with her chalice and pushed into her with a loud “Praise be to Beischmacht!” which she answered with a loud gasp. But she still stood quite firm.

“Please pray as well, Sister Myne”, I asked and she did her best to comply. I wondered whether Beischmacht would actually appreciate the moans and gasps between her words as I slowly rocked back and forth to bring her to her climax. I was impressed how well she kept her pose even when I grew more forceful with my movements and her contracting chalice began to reveal how eager she was to come undone on my sword once again.

But despite her best efforts to remain rather still she began to sway at some point. She had tilted her hips in her own steady rhythm so far but now she also seemed to flex the foot that she was standing on to move her chalice up and down. Like always she was chasing Verdrenna's thunder by pleasuring herself on my sword. But as her own rhythm became greedier and greedier did she begin to lose her balance. I saved her by wrapping an arm around her waist to prevent her from tumbling over.

"It's so hot how devoted to Beischmacht you are, Myne", I moaned into her ear and was answered by a rather forceful thrust of her own hips to take me to the hilt.

"Your chalice is so thirsty for my snow, you love how it paints your insides", I teased her and slowed my thrusts down deliberately only to be answered by a disappointed squirm that only ended when I picked up the speed again and began to vary my angles a bit more.

"Praise be to Beischmacht", she whimpered into my ear as I seemed to hit a particular good spot inside her and she actually lowered her arms to wrap them around my back. The left leg that she had raised for the prayer pose was suddenly resting around my hip and I welcomed that new leverage to draw even more whimpering and squealing noises out of her.

“Continue praying to the God of Child-Seeking”, I suggested with my own voice being painted by my panting as I felt her getting distracted by her own ever increasing contractions and added some stimulation with my fingers for her to meet Verdrenna's thunder in such a new position.

“Lord Lestilaut?!”, she screamed my name as she came just that moment and milked my sword with her chalice so that it could satisfy its thirst for my snow no doubt. I embraced her firmer and pulled her even closer, keeping her plugged with my own sword for as long as was physically possible while she now seemed to wish to pull away but I did not understand why.

“Myne? What is wrong?”, I asked and lifted her up to place her on the bed so that my snow did not spill out so easily as soon as I removed my sword.

“You are honoring Beischmacht as the God of Childseeking, Lord Lestilaut?”, she asked with clear surprise in her voice but I just tilted my head. Is that not obvious?

“But of course, since that is His domain”, I merely confirmed and I saw her bite her lip.

“So you were actively trying to get me pregnant?”, she asked but I really could not see how that could have been a mystery at this point. She had been so compliant in that anyway that I was surprised at her surprise. And yet she now wiggled her hips in a way that my sword lost the last of its connection to her chalice.

“Yes, such is the nature of honoring Beischmacht”, I merely confirmed and she exhaled slowly as if to calm herself.

“Most men in Ehrenfest think he is just the God of Sex, I thought you were just after some pleasure”, she commented through gritted teeth.

“Three weeks... surely that was not enough already”, she mumbled but I only furrowed by brow at her slightly.

“Lord Lestilaut, while I really, really appreciate that you saved Ehrenfest in its moment of need, I cannot continue your reward like this. I just cannot risk the ties that a pregnancy would bring”, she declared and I smirked at her.

Well, but I want those ties, Myne.

“And if I refuse to leave?”, I asked her teasingly and put one of my hands between her legs, massaging some of the snow that had already dared to drip out of her chalice back into it. I had to take any chance I could get.

“The High Bishop will throw you out”, she declared with clear opposition written on her face and I laughed at that foolish threat.

“He has already tried that, Myne, yet I am still here”, I noted and she narrowed her eyes at me.

“Because I told him it's okay, that I do not need his protection from you”, she stated coldly and grabbed my wrist to stop the massage of her chalice even though she was obviously too weak to actually move it against my will.

I sighed and stopped. It was no fun if she was actually not interested anymore in our little games here.

“Then we will just have to wait and see whether Beischmacht has been honored enough to bestow Entrinduge's blessings on you, Myne”, I said and cast a waschen on myself before I dressed and left.

“Aub Ehrenfest, if your High Priestess is by now carrying Geduldh's burden for me, please provide her with this feystone of my mana so that it might tide her over till the upcoming archduke conference when I will graciously take her into my estate for a safe pregnancy. If it does not end up to be required, please return the feystone to me at that point anyway”, I informed Ehrenfest's archduke as I handed him a leather bag with a large feystone full of my mana. I was sure that I had filled her up so often and for so long that it had to have resulted in her now carrying my child.

I smiled as I teleported away from a rather stoic looking Aub Ehrenfest. But he had effectively given her to me as my special reward after the Lord of Winter hunt. He should not raise any complaints now.

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I had to admit he was quite persistent. But he had to be to even hope to wiggle himself through my defenses. Every time that I returned 'home' to Ehrenfest during my years at the Royal Academy did he ask me to accept his name, to take him on as a retainer, but I could not do that.

His mother was the most versatile and loyal attendant of Ehrenfest's archducal family and I respected her for that, but her son... her son just had something absolutely strange about him. And his eagerness to basically throw his name at me was only part of that.

Of course, I refused him each and every time. I had experienced my fair share of poisonous attendants so far and the current one was at least pleasantly incompetent. I allowed him to succeed from time to time with one of the less dangerous variants so that he could report something to Veronica that stopped her from switching him with somebody more skilled.

It was an undesirable situation, but a livable one. And that alone was enough for me.

But now that I had graduated and had to spend so much time in the castle as Knight Commander, I ran into this Justus all the time. Apparently, he had also taken the scholar alongside the attendant course and was trying to convince me with that into employing him.

For me, that only made clear that he was not only looking to poison me but also to gather information from me.

One evening however, he grew exceedingly insistent and I snapped at him that I would take his name if he proved that he meant me no harm beforehand.

Like the diligent fool he was, he sprung at the opportunity to circumvent my defenses and agreed to anything without even knowing my terms.

He did not even question it as I lured him into the dungeons. Nobody would hear him scream after he would have admitted his whole motivations and had revealed who was urging him on to pester me so. I had a few suspects already, Veronica being on the top of that list.

“So, here we are”, I said as I closed the door just as he went through it and sealed the magic lock. Only those registered as suppliers to the duchy's foundation would be able to free him now. Of course I was not fool enough to assume that Veronica would not free him in the end as soon as he sent her an ordonnanz.

As I watched him through the window of the door I noticed that he was still utterly calm.

“I imagine there is a meaning to this, Lord Ferdinand. How may I prove my loyalty in this situation?”, Justus inquired politely and I was quite curious when he would drop his mask and reveal his motives.

“Indeed, Justus. You don't mind me dropping the honorifics, do you?”, I suggested and he smiled at me demurely.

“Of course not, Lord Ferdinand. I see this as the first sign of progress that you might deem me worthy of becoming your retainer so I welcome this development”, he said and I only answered him with a deep smile that was as fake as his words.

“In this case, Justus, you will find that there is a table to your left. Please place all your belongings on it”, I instructed him and he tilted his head in acknowledgment before he began to empty his bag first, then some pockets and also the insides of his sleeves. The view from my window was limited, but I was still impressed at the wide selection of things he arranged on the table.

It was obvious that he was an incredibly skilled man to justify carrying such a variety of utensils. But the one object that held the most of my attention was a small, white box.

Has he indeed brought a namestone with him to convince me of his sincerity? Does he think me a fool to assume that the stone inside was truly his?

Justus had by now stopped arranging even more things on the table and had returned to stand in front of the door where I could see him fully.

“Everything is put on the table, Lord Ferdinand. How do you wish to proceed from here?”, he remarked and my smile widened.

If he wants to trick me he has to up his game.

“I do not believe that to be true, Justus. Do those clothes not also belong to you? And yet, they are not on the table”, I commented and just waited for him to call my bluff and refuse to undress.

But instead he began to untie his robes as well as he could and cut the ties he could not reach with messer instead.

Okay, I have to acknowledge that he is indeed a dedicated one.

“You may leave your undergarments on”, I hastily added after he had folded his robes, put them on the table and was now about to pull down his underpants. Correction: Not dedicated, but shameless!

“As you wish, Lord Ferdinand”, he confirmed and removed his fingers from his undergarments. Instead he tightened the already loosened knot again to keep them up.

Now that I could be sure that he was not wearing any hidden weapons, I just had to make sure that he was wearing schtappe sealing bracelets for the actual interrogation.

“Your cooperation is much appreciated, Justus”, I acknowledged and opened the door. Undressed like this it was also quite unlikely that he would choose to run.

He kept his distance as I entered, but whether it was to not startle me or to allow himself enough safe distance from me, I could not tell.

“You might have already noticed the pillar in the middle of this room, Justus”, I said in a chatty tone and gestured to the stone pillar with a more than rough surface. In the ivory building that was the castle this had been an intentional addition to the chambers in the dungeons. They were uncomfortable to rest against and chafed at the skin if one was not careful.

Or in short, they were perfect for tying people up against them.

“Indeed, I did, Lord Ferdinand. I assume you wish for me to hug it so that you can restrain me with schtappe sealing bracelets?”, he suggested and I smiled at him. This time it was even genuine.

How daring could he be? Is he secretly mad?

“Indeed, this is what I want you to do, Justus”, I confirmed and he immediately turned away from me and hugged the pillar closely. I pulled the schtappe sealing bracelets that had been stored as the 'local' pair in a box at the entrance of the dungeons out of my own satchel and clipped the first half of it on his one wrist.

The one drawback from this setup was that I had to shortly leave him out of my sight as I walked around the pillar to clip the other part of the bracelets on his other wrist.

But either he was truly convinced that I could not break him or he was indeed mad enough to not try anything at this point. He was now fully restrained in this dungeon.

I closed the lock on the door again so that we would not be interrupted and installed an area wide sound blocking tool for this whole room. While I knew that nobody would likely hear his screams here, I did not see any reason as to why I should risk anything.

“So, Justus. What did you bring to this meeting tonight? Oh, quite a large range of poison detection tools. Impressive”, I said as I poked through his belongings with my schtappe. From the way he was tied to the pillar he could actually observe me doing so.

“It is my impression that Ehrenfest castle is suffering from quite some poisonous substances being leisurely mistaken for spices, so one does what one has to do, no?”, he suggested and I smirked at him. He was not wrong.

“Several antidotes as well, I see. I was not aware that you took a doctor's specialization course at the Royal Academy, Justus”, I noted and as I turned around I saw him grinning proudly.

“I did not shy away from great efforts to hide my ambitions in that regard so it is relieving to hear that not even you were able to obtain that information beforehand”, he claimed which made me scoff.

So he is trying to butter me up? Does he think me so vain?

“I see. Oh. What is this? A synchronization potion? Aren't you divorced, Justus? And you are no knight to always carry one on your belt”, I commented and was curious about how he would try to evade my question but Justus clicked his tongue with an expression I could not really place before he answered with a serene smile.

“I carry one because knights tend to always carry one”, he said as if that answered anything.

“Elaborate”, I ordered and he laughed to himself before he did. What is so funny about that?

“Knights are usually very eager to play with swords, Lord Ferdinand. And I quite enjoy it when they bury theirs inside me for a chance to honor Beischmacht”, he explained and I could feel blood rushing to my ears at the indecency.

“I truly doubt that the God of Child-Seeking finds himself honored by such deeds”, I noted dryly and tried to purge the images that were rising inside of me from my mind.

He is trying to hide the truth behind a ridiculous lie that he hopes I do not question. There is no doubt about that.

I hid my real feelings behind my deep smile again while Justus did not deem my remark worthy of an answer.

“So many antidotes, but no poison of your own? Why is that, Justus?”, I asked him as I checked the last of his things. There was a small bag with coins, some small magic tools for every day use and some basic brewing ingredients, most notably an oil from a feyplant with minor life affinity. But nothing of that was poisonous. Neither on its own nor in any combination I could think of.

“Because I did not wish to appear as if I had might hoped for a chance to poison you, Lord Ferdinand.”

I suppressed the scoff that dared to break free. He is clever. He knows how interrogations are handled and prepared accordingly.

“You don't mind if I open that box with your namestone?”, I asked more to see how he would react than from willingness to actually consider his answer.

“I prepared it so that it would become yours, Lord Ferdinand, so I do indeed not mind that at all”, he declared and I had to give it to him that he stayed in his role quite superbly. But I did not acknowledge that openly and instead opened the box to see a four-colored stone. If this is not his, he has stolen one from another archnoble.

I sent out a tiny spark of mana to make the stone reveal the name of its owner and indeed the name 'Justus' appeared.

“I see. I am honored”, I said neutrally before I looked at him more closely. He was risking quite a lot here with putting his own name on the line.

Maybe it had a been a mistake to allow him to still cover his shame. Maybe he had built on that expectation and hid something there. After all, I had even heard of somebody smuggling poison into a room by hiding it between their cheeks.

I gritted my teeth and stepped closer behind him.

“Hold your breath”, I instructed and did not wait to see whether he complied as I cast a waschen on him as first precaution. If he was suicidal and had prepared his own skin with something it should be gone now.

“Since you intend to give me your name, I imagine you do not mind, if I inspect your body for any hidden threats? After all, I could just order you for anything after I take over your name”, I proposed and waited for him to finally drop his facade.

But he did not do that. Instead he just smirked at me.

“I truly do not mind, Lord Ferdinand. I have nothing to hide from you”, he declared and I scoffed at him as I pulled down his undergarments and spread his butt cheeks.

The look of his behind made me feel immediately vindicated.

“You seem to have experienced quite some profound stretching in the recent past, Justus. What are you hiding up there?”, I asked as I stared into an abyss I really rather not. But I did not spot anything apart from the obvious fleshy bits of his anal orifice.

“I hide nothing in there, Lord Ferdinand. The state you are looking at is merely a consequence of being well-acquainted with some of the Knight Order. I half expected you to already be aware of my visits to the barracks since you are the Knight Commander, Lord Ferdinand”, he added with that mischievous tone again while I took a step back.

There was no telling whether he spoke the truth. I had to check for myself. Pulling feystones out of the sludge of eliminated feybeasts was arguably worse than inspecting his orifice here.

I pulled out my thin mana-blocking gloves and donned them. They were tight – they had to be so that they acted like a second skin – and the light snapping sound they made as I stopped pulling them down up to my wrist seemed to catch his attention.

He turned his head back to look at me as well as he could. I did not miss his prudence in moving only slowly so as to not chafe his skin against the harsh surface of the pillar.

But he did not seem concerned. Even as he saw my gloved hands.

He is a really good spy. To stay in his role for so long.

“Using the parue oil on the table will facilitate things, Lord Ferdinand”, he commented but I only smiled at him.

Oh? Did he prepare something that would react with that oil? And he thinks I will fall for that? Just to make things, what, less painful for him?

“No, I don't think I will”, I just said and he still continued smiling as if all this did not really concern him. Maybe it really took a madman to be a good spy.

“So, let me check whether you have told the truth of not hiding anything there”, I proposed and inserted my right index finger into him. To my disgust he reacted with something I might have called glee which surprised me as I could feel the friction between his flesh and my gloved finger as I explored his insides. This could not feel pleasant at all.

His breathing grew faster and more shallow as I dug my finger into his walls to check for even the smallest smuggled good, but it seemed he was completely empty.

What is his endgame here? He could not be speaking the truth, could he?

“Why do you wish to become my retainer?”, I asked as I retreated from his behind and stared at him in contemplation.

“I feel like a life in your service will never lead to a dull moment ever again, Lord Ferdinand. You are excellent beyond compare and no other is worth my service in my eyes”, he claimed and I scoffed at his words.

Not a dull moment, huh?

“I see. Then I imagine you don't mind if I continue this interrogation”, I proposed and he actually claimed that he would not.

But he will spill the truth soon enough. He thinks himself clever with making himself vulnerable in front of me. But he must be a fool to think I will not dig into this vulnerability.

I walked over to the table and took the parue oil from his belongings before I dripped a bit on my gloves and lubricated them like this.

Oh, it seems the leather is quite thirsty for this oil.

I added a bit more under Justus' watchful eyes and smirked at him as I closed the gap between us again.

“I would not want to hurt you beyond what is necessary, Justus. I sure hope that this oil has the desired effect”, I commented leisurely as I inserted both of my index fingers at the same time and without any further warning into his anal orifice.

He screamed quietly but then he seemed to gasp and even moan while I stretched him open wide to see whether I had overlooked anything so far.

But I only saw his raw flesh. Now with a slight shine from the oil.

I removed one index finger and instead inserted the middle finger of the other hand as well to explore him a bit deeper.

“...oh, yes...”, came the breathed confirmation to my rising suspicion that he was actually taking pleasure from this.

A perverted madman then. How disgraceful.

“How about we speak a bit more freely, with my fingers up your ass and all that”, I proposed and hardened my tone as I inserted a third finger. But instead of the protest I expected he groaned and rubbed himself against the rough surface of the pillar.

“Of course, Lord Ferdinand. My everything belongs to you, so do with me as you please and speak with me as you please”, he said.

Fortunately, he was unable to lean back more than a hand's breath into my fingers as he was still tied to this pillar.

“Why are you rubbing your front against that surface? It is meant to chafe and I imagine it must hurt quite dearly. Especially your sensitive parts that are so exposed to it”, I commented and spread my fingers a bit to stretch him out more, just because I could and I hoped it would bring him over the edge of control soon.

“It is merely instinctual, Lord Ferdinand. Never have I dreamed to be treated to your fingers inside me and I have to distract myself or I will come way too soon”, he said and rubbed his groin once again against the pillar that was holding him in place.

“So you derive pleasure from pain?”, I asked, testing my hypothesis by pumping my fingers into him quite forcefully which made him whelp and turned him into a whimpering mess that was grinding even harder into the pillar.

I took a step away from him and removed myself. As I looked at him from the side I saw his massive erection that he was rubbing against the pillar to the point that I expected him to bleed soon.

A deviant. Undoubtedly. If I cannot break him from pain, maybe I will have to break him from pleasure. Torture can take many forms after all.

“Those sensations have quite the overlap, Lord Ferdinand”, he admitted in between his heavy panting and I clicked my tongue.

Then, I went over to the table again and took his synchronization potion in my hand before I uncorked it with a plop.

“Are you sure, Lord Ferdinand?”, he suddenly asked with widened eyes and I smirked at the sudden change in his demeanor.

Oh, so there are still boundaries for him? Good to know. This should work out then.

“Did you not say your everything belongs to me? Was that a lie?”, I asked and was more than curious how he tried to evade the accusation.

I shook the potion slightly in front of his eyes and he seemed frozen by the implications.

This is indeed an unusual approach and a quite indecent one, but information gathering cannot always be aligned with morality after all.

“Not at all, Lord Ferdinand”, he said as he gulped. His pupils widened, a clear telltale sign of fear, even though he still tried to hide it.

“I merely did not expect the evening to develop as such”, he continued and I decided to give him one chance out. I stood behind him and positioned my head next to his as I whispered into his ear with a cold voice.

“Do you want to give up and end this now? You can just come clean. We do not have to go there”, I suggested and took a step back again, waiting for his answer.

“There is nothing for me to come clean about, Lord Ferdinand. And now that I think of it, since you do not yet consider me your retainer there is also nothing too scandalous about this, so please proceed with this interrogation”, he all but purred.

What kind of freak is he? Or does he think that if he appears willing I will not pull through with this?

“Poison-test this for me, if you would”, I ordered and held the vial with his synchronization potion to his lips and he did not hesitate even in the slightest to take a demonstrative sip.

And he did not show any signs of poisoning at that, even after I waited for a few more moments just to be sure. But it was also unlikely that he could have planned for a course of action that would lead to me trying to imbibe his synchronization potion.

I took the vial with own from my belt and held it to his lips which he then eagerly drank without even being instructed to.

Does he fear how much more painful it will be without it? Or is he really so eager for me to impale him?

I then downed his own and I had to admit that I had had food that tasted worse than this in the past. Even the unpoisoned one.

“Face to the pillar”, I ordered and as soon as he complied I began to ready my own sword. He would soon scream in agony and finally show his true colors of that I was sure.

The whole part of Beischmacht's dance never held much appeal for me. Making myself vulnerable in front of somebody else seemed like the easiest way to reach the towering stairway so I had neither accepted any advances nor pursued them on my own. But that did not mean that my equipment was not working properly or anything.

As I stroked my sword, the only part of my body that was now exposed, first slowly, then more forcefully, I remembered the oil he had. That will also work for preparing myself, no doubt.

I walked back to the table and saw Justus grinding ever so slightly into the rough pillar.

Is he preparing himself for the pain? Or is this his own preparation for Beischmacht's dance? Or is he just unable to deal with the stress of the situation in any other way? Unable to escape, unable to avoid the violation of his ass?

I observed him for a bit longer, stroking myself, now lubricated with that parue oil, as he seemed to indeed already derive pleasure from this restrained and chafing condition.

My own sword was by now hard and ready to provide one of the harsher interrogation techniques. I walked back to him and stood just behind him, pressing my erection into his thigh as a warning but he only moaned at the threat. I chuckled and spread his cheeks with one hand, while I used the other to align my sword with his orifice.

I could feel him and his mana at the tip of my sword and I pressed his naked upper body against the pillar with my own chest, but did not insert myself yet.

A threat needs time to steep for a bit. Not giving the other the chance to react to it means wasting it.

“So, Justus, I am being merciful. You may still stop this from happening”, I offered and used the hand that I used to spread his cheeks now to squeeze one of them hard. It was not as hard as I had hoped for, since I was still wearing the recently lubricated gloves, but it worked well enough to inflict some pain.

However, this deviant groaned from the threat as if it was a promise.

“Or maybe, I went over this all wrong”, I mused and stopped pressing him against the pillar with my body weight. The tip of my sword that had threatened to enter him already was now also only leaning faintly against his entrance.

To my delight, he whimpered at that change.

Dealing with such a pervert is really a new challenge.

“Tell me, why are you pestering me so much? Who set you up to this? And if your answer satisfies me, I will reward you with my sword”, I promised him with a mischievous tone and his ass twitched in anticipation.

That it ever came to the point that I have to 'seduce' somebody into spilling the truth. There is always a first, it seems.

“Oh, Lord Ferdinand, this is so mean. I told you already, it was all the truth. You are the most excellent of the whole archducal family, the only one who is skilled and ruthless enough to actually achieve his goals and beyond the corruption that Chaocipher is spreading here. Nobody set me up, in fact, everybody is always telling me to stop it. Lady Veronica being the most prominent, as she is who you fear behind my actions, I know. But I really, really, only wish to serve you, Lord Ferdinand. I am tempted to tell you some lie that you might think is the truth just to make you own up on your promise, as I know that you are generous and always pay your debts, but I cannot. Please take me as your retainer, Lord Ferdinand and let me help you fight off your enemies”, he begged and I sighed before I pushed into him without taking his moans and gasps into consideration.

He had saturated his whole ass with mana as it seemed as he welcomed my sword. And despite the original state of his asshole and the preparations I did my with my fingers I could still feel how tight he was around me. And how warm.

It had been worth a try to make him talk by sweet promises, but in the end the outcome had always been the same. I had to break him by pain or pleasure, whatever it was for him, it should have quite a hold over him.

As I was fully inserted I quickly withdrew until only my tip remained as the connection and then thrusted into him with more force. And then once again, with even more force.

I knew he was chafing from the movement I forced upon him but he still, for some unfathomable reason, seemed to enjoy himself quite dearly.

His panting grew heavier and after one particularly strong thrust it seemed like I had driven him over the edge as I could feel him twitching under me and groaning even louder. He pulled at his restraints as if he wanted his hands to be someplace else but he obviously failed at that.

I laughed into his ear as I continued my pounding until his moans turned into whimpering.

“You are relentless”, he huffed with a pleading tone, but he did not beg me to stop. If anything he seemed to embrace the pillar now even more.

“If you want it to stop, just tell the truth”, I advised coldly and focused on hitting the spot that had him whimpering the most so far.

He seemed to flinch away from me, but of course, caged in between me and the pillar and with his hands bound by the schtappe sealing bracelets, he was fully at my mercy.

And I did not have mercy with him.

“Ah, I did already, Lord Ferdinand. And I don't want you to stop. If you deemed it necessary to pound into me like this for the rest of my life I would be the most fortunate man in the world”, he claimed but I saw the tears that ran down his cheeks by now.

I changed my rhythm to something more gentle to make use of his weakness.

“Oh, then I have bad news for you”, I began while rocking gently into him, drawing a few more moans out of him as I could feel my own climax approaching slowly. And then I slowly, but steadily, continued talking. One word. One thrust.

“I do not call upon Beischmacht with my retainers. It is not proper”, and I underlined the last word with a sudden, forceful thrust into him up to the hilt that made me spend my snow deep inside of him. He groaned at what must have felt like quite the explosion of hot, foreign mana and wetness.

I glided out of his abused asshole and looked at the mess I had made out of him.

He was panting heavily and fell to his knees while still hugging the pillar due to being tied to it. It seemed that he had spilled quite a bit of his own snow on the pillar, but due to him sliding down on it, he was now basically leaning his face against the surface that was soiled by him.

I casted a waschen only on myself and tucked my spent sword back into my clothes while I looked at the naked and no doubt destroyed man in front of me.

But he just did not look broken.

He looked satisfied as if he had achieved whatever he had set out to do. As he was gathering his breath, I noticed how he was pulling on his arms again as if he wanted to touch somewhere but could not reach.

It was rather pitiable.

“So, Justus, I acknowledge that you are a most excellent spy. You truly keep your secrets. But tell me, whatever shall I do with you?”, I asked, considering a few options myself but I was curious about his tactics still.

“Accept my name and make me your retainer, Lord Ferdinand”, he suggested with an exhausted tone and I laughed. I laughed so hard that I feared even the sound blocking tool could not truly filter out everything. I laughed for what felt like an eternity and until I was almost exhausted from it as well.

“You are mad, Justus”, I stated as my laughter finally ebbed down and he winked at me out of his cowering position of absolute powerlessness.

“You are not wrong to think that, Lord Ferdinand. But I am skilled and loyal”, he declared and I gave him the benefit of doubt for just this one instance.

All his deeds and words actually lined up if he spoke the truth right now. Am I discarding a useful, loyal and skilled retainer just for fear of him being sent by Veronica? Could anything even break that man if I was not even able to do that right now?

I walked over the backside of his pillar and removed the schtappe sealing bracelets from him.

I then walked back over to the table and took the box with his namestone in my hands.

“You may speak your vow”, I declared and eyed him cautiously as he changed into a kneeling position and faced me. The vow was not necessary, similarly as I could have just taken his name earlier already. But a name-sworn that had not proven his loyalty was a liability at best and death at worst.

As he knelt there, his skin chafed, naked, panting, but utterly happy, speaking words of obedience and loyalty, I accepted that this deviant was truly willing to give me his everything and flooded his namestone with my mana in turn.

He groaned once again – in pain or pleasure I did not dare to tell – and fell to the floor from the apparently overwhelming sensation.

Before he could even stand up again, I already gave him his first command as my name-sworn.

“Clean this mess up and never lose a word about what happened tonight. I will arrange for an official retainer contract first thing in the morning tomorrow.”