Rupegia Novel Chapter 94: Forbidden Knowledge – Part 2

Chapter 94: Forbidden Knowledge – Part 2

Before we start salivating over Tista, there's sothing that we need to clarify.

I use a lull in the conversation to broach the topic, "I keep friendship and work separate. You may say no to any of our advances, and that will have no influence on our work relationship. Know that I'm a rather pious man, and I won't use my position as a Crown Lord for anything inappropriate."

It feels odd saying that I'm "pious," but my "Piety" is at 18 now, and that's just about the norm for the lower-end of priests.

My relationship with the Gods is weird, though. I don't particularly like them, I just have a mindset similar to theirs, or to so of them at least, so my "Piety" keeps increasing without much effort on my part.

Tista flushes tomato-red, but she nods in understanding and shyly smiles.

With that out of the way, it's ti to take a bite.

I touch her chin with a claw so that she looks at , and I stare deep into her eyes as I say, "Your presence arouses , Tista. I can't stop thinking about how you'd look naked."

Her lips tremble, and her breathing gets louder. "M-my Lord. I-I…"

She seems to have lost her ability to speak, so I strike again, "Yes, you. What about you? What do think about

and my 'draconified' body?"

She breathes in deeply and looks at the claw poking her chin. "It's amazing, my Lord," she breathes softly, then her eyes fill with vigor as she stares into mine. "It's so gallant and fearso," she complints, and I notice how her voice has beco a pitch higher

"She's a dragon fetishist," Yunia offhandedly remarks inside my mind, then focuses back on their eting again.

I smirk in delight. Finally, I'm not just "cute" anymore. "Do you want to see

naked?" I ask with a husky tone.

"Yes," she answers without hesitation.

Alissa's hand lands on hers. "Then, co," my wingwoman whispers sensually and rises from her seat, pulling Tista up with her, then she guides the mature elf to our bed, a gentle smile gracing her lips.

Tista has long, perfectly straight, golden hair parted into two sides, each pouring over a shoulder like a sheet of silk. Her features are rounder than the usual elf's, with cute round eyes and a wide smile that flaunts her white teeth. Her faintly pignted skin and dimples show her age, but they only enhance her refined cuteness.

Alissa helps her sit on the bed, and they both turn to take in my approach.

Elven clothes are designed to be easily removed, so it only takes

a couple of seconds to take off my elven golden vest, then my thin, semi-transparent white shirt.

I feel their eyes scanning over my sculpted chest, admiring my athletic build and the scars adorning my skin.

A few more movents, and the pants fall down to the floor, revealing the Weapon, ard and ready. Just to make it a bit more threatening, I visibly cover it with scattered small silver spikes, and Tista gasps at the sight.

Then Alissa starts whispering dirty words in her ear as she pulls on the strings of her elven not-bikini. The transparent stripes of cloth quickly fall away with just a few pulls, revealing her thin, Lady-like body, lacking in both muscle and fat, then her top follows them, exposing her modest, round breasts.

I stop before them, then Alissa's hand drifts downwards until it reaches her pussy, and she starts massaging it through the thin cloth to get her ready for . Tista's legs gradually spread apart on their own as the gates of heaven open themselves to .

I lean over Tista and grip her breasts with my claws, then I invade her trembling mouth and give her a world of pleasure through her tongue.

The foreplay is short since she isn't used to the intensity of our combined efforts, and soon, I hear the sound of moist panties like the ringing of a bell telling

that the next round is about to start.

Alissa undoes Tista's not-bikini's bottom and pulls it away in one swift move, lifting the curtain to heaven.

I break the kiss and stare at her reddened and glistening slit, then I lick my lips. I feel her hot breath on my face, and I glance at her, noticing how her expression seems misty from her letting herself relax and surrender to .

I let go of her breasts and grab her waist, then I thrust.

She squeaks like a cute little animal, and her entire body shudders, then I coat her insides with my spirit touch, and she starts losing all control over her voice.

I pull back, and Alissa drizzles so warm lube on my shaft, then I start Ravaging her slick pussy.

I give her pleasure that no man has ever given her before. Not the kind that only a dragonkin like Hana could withstand, but a perfectly asured experience based on what I've learned from Ravaging a wide variety of won.

I want her to pass out from pleasure, to have her mind blown, to make this day as special and morable as the day she kissed her first love. I want her to truly worship my cock.

Every thrust I make must wring out a deeper, wilder moan from her as her mind retreats into a state of pure lust. Every orgasm she feels must be longer and more intense than the one before it as all her inhibitions are chipped away. Every second of the experience must be filled with a growing tsunami of pure pleasure until her heart can't take it anymore.

I savor her skin, her lips, her nipples, her pussy. I act like an incubus and drain her of energy as I enjoy every bit of her femininity.

But all good things must co to an end, and Tista isn't a well-trained soldier in the war of sex, so she quickly succumbs to the Great Magical Dick.

"DO YOU WANT THIS COCK?!" I angrily shout at her.

"YES, YES, YES! GIVE IT TO !" She follows my lead like the good, obedient worshiper she is.

"DO YOU WANT MY SEED?!"

"YES~! CUM INSIDE !" She shouts at the top of her lungs.

"THEN HAVE IT!"

I cover her entire body with my spirit-touch, triggering a sucker punch of an orgasm that makes her nearly black out.

Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist to prevent

from pulling out as I flood her vagina with my thick, magical, draconic seed.

She convulses for a few more seconds, then her body goes limp on the bed. Alissa caresses her forehead lovingly, then gives her a goodnight kiss on the lips.

I pull my dick out and let out a sigh of satisfaction. Though that would normally be just the beginning of the Ravaging if it were with the other girls, it's good enough for .

Tista seems dazed, as if she's high on weed, with her mouth loosely hanging open and her lips curled in a faint smile. The series of consecutive orgasms from the spirit touch and my shape-shifting cock seems to be a bit too intense for the uninitiated.

She's the first woman outside of the harem that I've fucked in a while, and I feel a very different sort of pleasure from the usual. It's invigorating in an "I've done a good deed" kind of way. I admit that so of the pleasure of it cos from Alissa's own depravity, but I also enjoyed it from the depths of my heart to make Tista as happy as she looks right now.

It's one of the greatest acts of kindness that I could give to a woman: the blessing of my Cock. There's nothing depraved or degenerate about it. It's a pure, holy thing, truly. I'm making won happy through sex simply because I enjoy seeing them happy.

Unfortunately, I'm decidedly not bisexual, so I can't give the blessings of my glorious cock to everyone. Perhaps my children will, and the holy weredragon race will spread its love throughout the land, making all the other races ascend into better people through sexual satisfaction.

I'm truly the God of Sex.

Hghn…!

Ciel pokes my soul to make

stop blaspheming. I'll be a God when I beco a God, and not before that.

Alissa cleans up Tista like the good cum-cleaning slave she is, giving the dazed elf one final burst of pleasure, like the cherry on top of a cake.

Tista's sensual, faint moans put

right back in the mood again, so once Alissa is done, I fuck her doggy-style on top of Tista.

After a quickie and then cleaning herself, Alissa pulls out a sponge to wipe off the sweat from Tista's aged, but very soft skin. anwhile, I pull out a brush and do her hair, applying so of our personal elven hair lotion while I [Massage] her brain with tentacles.

Her clouded mind slowly clears, and life returns to her eyes, then she starts trying to understand her situation.

"M-my Lord…?" She shyly asks in confusion.

"I'm applying so of Yunia's hair lotion. It'll make your hair shine brighter and keep it from frizzing. Or would you prefer sothing else? We have all sorts of hair products that you might like."

Her round eyes open wide, making her face look even cuter. "No, that's fine… but you don't need to waste your products on ."

I smile kindly at her and whisper, "It's not a waste, and I enjoy doing these sorts of things."

She relents, then closes her eyes and starts to beco drowsy. "Thank you… my Lord… for the honor…"

We help her put on her clothes, which Yunia tells

is called a "hanging dousnadeia," then we let her have a nap as we finish our tea.

I drink so orange juice with milk and eat a soft fruit cake with ringue. The cake is simple but so well done that its texture feels like silk on my tongue.

Then Alissa sits on my lap and plays with my scales while we wait for the rest of the girls to arrive.

Hana is the first to burst into the room. She wants to shout as she enters, but Alissa shuts her mouth through [Bind], forcing Hana to speak through my soul space instead. "You fucked her without ?!" She complains like a child that was denied dessert.

"She's not really bisexual," Alissa points out and sends an apologetic smile.

"Fucking hell. Well, whatever, I got a woman to fuck, too! Tonight, we're doing her, Wolfy!"

"If you start fucking your Lordsguard or the servants, we'll get a reputation," Yunia warns us, briefly shifting her focus away from their eting.

"A 'good' reputation, or a 'bad' one?" Roxanne tentatively asks for clarification.

Yunia sighs internally and tiredly responds, "That will depend on how forceful you are, but you can be certain that the more prudish people in general will keep their won very far from us."

I chuckle heartily inside my mind. Hide yo daughters, hide yo sisters, hide yo mothers, hide yo wives. Because I'm coming, and I'm cumming inside them all.

"I'll definitely fuck Poosh soon, and I don't think that I can stop myself from fucking so of the maids," I confess.

"Regardless of our reputation, I think it's best if we never get ourselves involved with prudish people if we can avoid it," Alissa opines.

Yunia shrugs and returns her focus to their eting.

Hana passes by Tista, staring down at her body like a ravenous beast, then lets her thin dress fall to the floor and leans forward on the railing.

"I got horny from watching you three, so you'd better compensate

for leaving

out of this one," she demands, then spreads her pussy lips for .

"You know that you shouldn't be spying on us if it's going to get in the way of your duties," Alissa chastises her.

She snorts and starts fingering herself. "Well, I just couldn't help it. I've been wanting to fuck another woman for a while now."

Alissa pouts as our cuddling ti cos to an end, but duty calls, and I have a horny dragonkin to satisfy.

Tista wakes up near the end, and she stares on in fear at the sight of two dragons Fucking with a capital F.

It's a short bout, though, and before long, it ends with Hana's back being painted white, serving up another al for Alissa, though she has to share with Hana.

The eting with the Tribunal and the Chiras is adjourned, and we finally gather the harem together to discuss the heraldry.

"Black horns in a silver field," Alissa imdiately suggests, and it's t with approval, though Yunia remains neutral.

I also side with Yunia and suggest, "Well, that'd be a reference to , but only my elven children will beco Lords, so maybe we could use sothing more 'race-neutral'?"

Yunia is the one to counter that point, "I wouldn't recomnd it unless you want to create a clan, but that requires strong leadership if you want it to last for more than a few generations."

My thick tail starts swaying out of my control from the excitent building in my heart, but my mind is confused. "Why would we make a 'clan'?"

Yunia looks at each of the girls with a subtle, proud smile, though she avoids looking Roxanne in the eye. "We have gathered here an assortnt of won and a man, all of us with the potential of achieving sothing great. If we're each to grow and advance in our respective fields, we'll all acquire so sort of power and political influence, which would be best wielded by a clan, a hierarchical organization of our family."

I look out to the town below us as my mind drifts into thought.

I can easily see what she ans. Yunia's children will act as the Lords and leaders; Lina's as the enchanters and rchants; Hana's as the warriors and inheritors of her [Draconic Body] skill; Roxanne's as the mages and alchemists; Ciel's as the pious healers and protectors of the commoners; Aoi's as the (potential?) smiths and perhaps sothing else; and Alissa's as the… servants? The ones who keep us all together? Perhaps simply the managers of the clan.

There will also be those who will follow my path, becoming… researchers? Scholars? Sex Gods…? "Spreaders of Love and Legs"?

The point is that our potential is greater than just the Lordship, and we could all create institutions as our legacy for this world.

Then Yunia shares a thought through [Bind]: the descendants of most of the Humanoid Gods have created their own clans to maintain the "divinity" of their lineage. The largest one being the empire, the "clan" of the God of the Sun.

The part that makes

wary is that our children might not want to follow in our footsteps, or even participate in the clan. How do we deal with that? How do we choose who gets to sit in each position? Is hereditary rule really a stable choice for a long-lasting organization? But then there's the "divine mandate," where the Gods actually do legitimize the leaders…

"If we base our clan around piety, then the Gods will help keep it stable, just like they do for the empire," Ciel interrupts my thoughts.

Yunia piles on, "The Leigelas family is a clan. They have a lot of influence within the Tribunal and even so weight in the imperial senate without needing the support of the Elder Council."

Lina joins in, reciting sothing that she read about before, "The Korig family are the descendants of the God of War, and together, they hold the largest non-human portion of the imperial army. They're famous around Mountainho, but they aren't rulers, even though they have so much power, so I think they're so sort of clan."

"A royal dynasty is just a more dignified na for a clan," Alissa adds through [Bind]. This isn't sothing that we can just ntion openly in front of Tista.

I raise my claws as a signal for them to stop. "Alright, I'm convinced, but what about the issue of the flag?"

Ciel speaks her mind, "It's supposed to represent all of us and our legacy, and these horns might be our greatest impact on the realm, I think."

"Or at least, the most visible," Yunia finishes.

Tista stays quiet, seemingly a bit confused about the reasoning for the flag since she doesn't know about my new race, yet.

I look towards Yunia, wanting to get her final opinion on this. It'll be her children that will have to live under a draconic flag even though they're elves.

"The clan will be larger than my children, just like how the duties of Lordship are greater than the bonds I had with my parents," she admits rather bitterly.

She tries to hide it, but Yunia has a bit of a xenophilia fetish. If anything, she'll impart in her children the love for the dragon cock.

With the matter of the flag now settled, we start defining which elents from the races of the girls will go where.

When lunchti cos, we invite Tista to eat with us. Today, there are a lot of choices of bread and dipping sauces set out, making it an imperial-style al.

There's not-hummus, not-tahini, not-baba-ghanoush, not-tabbouleh, and sour cream. Quite the nostalgic combination for .

I know a few things that can be done with tahini, so I should check with Krysta to see if she knows the recipes.

Once Osaria arrives, she seems to engage her "predator mode" and gives Tista a hungry look. The shy woman doesn't dare to look back, but her deanor reminds

of a frightened rabbit hiding from a predator.

"I see you've enjoyed the pleasures that our Lord can bestow upon us," Osaria teases with a cheeky grin.

"Lord Wolf has given her a great honor in allowing her to experience his noble cock," Alissa concurs while nodding sagely.

Tista simply smiles, too embarrassed to speak out, but the light teasing eases the sexual tension, allowing her to relax for once.

After our al, the eting with the Tribunal continues, and we discuss a few more details with Tista, but the more important aspects have already been defined, so Osaria starts organizing the painters.

Only a few strategic places will receive our heraldry for now, so there's not that much work to do. Our portrait on the Shell has already been started, and it's going to be finished pretty fast since it's only a drawing in gold, not a realistic painting.

Now that there isn't anybody else here to get in the way of my practice, I return to training my [Dragon Transformation].

I'm at the point where I can feel a draconic rage inside of

like a pool of lava that I can tap into to give

energy. If I go too far, I fear that I'll fall into a dangerous, berserking rage, but everything I know tells

that the girls will be able to reign

in through [Bind].

It's a bit difficult to get into a rage without actual bloodshed, so I can only try this out safely with monsters.

I'm also now at a size that I can actually start to fight when transford. Even if I don't have armor, my scales are hard enough and my body nimble enough to keep

safe. I don't need to actually wield a sword to fight since I can still use my tentacles to use any weapon I want, including Patrono. Actually, especially Patrono since that sword is so dangerous that I could kill myself with it if I'm not careful, so it might be better if I only wield it with tentacles.

I'm about the size of a Great Dane, so Lina could potentially mount , but it would be very uncomfortable for her due to the spikes on my back. Actual rideable dragons have their spikes shaved to fit the rider/carriage, but I won't do that, my pride won't allow it. I'll just have to get a saddle that's been molded to my spikes if I want soone to ride . I can afford it, after all.

It's also kind of funny that I can choose to use a smaller form when I want. It takes more effort to be small than to just be big, though.

A cute, orange little fox suddenly peeks out from behind my throne. Her cute little nose twitches as she slls the air, and her eyes stare at

with curiosity, then her fluffy tail excitedly wags when I reduce my size to match hers.

The fox yips happily and hides behind the throne, so I dash after her.

She's so fast that I only hear her feet scampering away, so I put more energy into my legs and chase after her ever faster.

We circle around the throne, and I start to hear her tip taps getting closer, then I get a glimpse of a fluffy white tip, but it imdiately disappears as an orange blur darts away from the throne and shoots towards the sofas.

I imdiately turn and follow her, my claws leaving small cuts on the grass-like white floor.

I get a few more glimpses of her, but she always changes up her pattern whenever I'm getting closer, managing to increase the distance between us each ti.

I start to get angry. The white fluffy tip of her tail is like a piece of at dangling before , and I must cuddle with it!

I hear the cheeky fox yip and laugh as it plays with . She's faster, and she knows it, but I'm a fucking dragon, and I don't quit so easily.

Co on, ya stinky lizard! Move those legs! Move those legs! MOVE THOSE LEGS!

"Raaaaaaaa…" I growl in anger, fire and smoke escaping my mouth.

The fox stops laughing, and I hear her little feet desperately scurrying away from .

"RAAAAAAA!" I roar out loud. Even though my voice is chipmunkified in this smaller form, it's still the primal roar of the king of both the land and the skies.

YOU CHEEKY LITTLE FOX! I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP!

The white tip appears again, teasing my pride with the cute way it sways as she runs.

She darts from side-to-side, zips and bolts, jumps and rolls, all to try to lose , but the longer the chase goes on, the faster I get as my obsession with her grows stronger.

The white tip grows larger in my view until I start to see the round and fluffy poofiness of its orange length.

Her little black hind paws co into my sight, then I see her fluffy body as it gets closer, and closer, and closer.

The fluffiness gets so close to my claws that I can almost feel its softness against my hard scales. I can sll it, and I can almost taste it. Just a little more, just a little faster…

The cheeky fox is now in a full sprint, unable to shake

off, and desperately running from its hunter since it realizes that it bit off more than it could chew.

She makes a sudden turn and darts to a corridor, but I'm already used to her near-instant changes in direction, so I use my wings to help

make the quick turn.

We enter a corridor that leads to one of the lower rooms, and I start to salivate at the alluring sway of her body. It's so entrancing that it even gives

a fresh burst of energy, which I use to leap forward.

I glide over her and use my claws to grab onto her fur, nabbing her from the floor.

She loses her footing as I lift her up, flapping my wings desperately, but I'm an inexperienced flier, so we crash down onto the waxed floor a mont later.

We slide a fairly long distance, then I hit the wall with my back, but I keep the little fox secured tightly in my claws.

I imdiately recover, but she remains still on the floor, though I know that she certainly isn't dead or passed out.

I climb on top of her, my toothy mouth ajar, drooling with desire, then I glare at her beady, upturned eyes.

She yips playfully and shows

her belly, her legs spread apart as much as she can.

This female is mine, my prey, my toy, my mate.

My spiky dragon cock slides out of its sheath, already completely wet with my lewd juices.

She suddenly licks my snout, and I lick her back reflexively, then our tongues touch, sending an electrifying jolt of pleasure through my spine and down to my cock, which twitches and drips in excitent.

The cheekiness in her eyes goes away, leaving only a submissive female fox waiting for her mate to start.

I don't waste another second and lower my hips, my wet cock sliding in easily, and she lets out a painful squeak as I fill her vagina with my thickness.

She turns around, spinning on my dick, and gets up so that I'm doing her from behind, then she presses her fluffy body against , and nuzzles her head against mine.

My hips move on their own, and I breed her until hers give out.

Alissa and I head back to the main hall while holding hands, my padded claws interlaced with her soft human fingers, and silly smiles stamped on our faces.

She's exhausted for the day, but she has no regrets.

When we get back, Dokkan's annoyed glare imdiately finds us.

"I'll ask that you remain still, my Lord. I need to make the finishing touches," she requests sternly, and I nod with a wry smile.

We're not sorry.

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