The lord's study was quiet save for the faint crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of parchment stacked neatly across the oak desk. The morning air was fresh, scrubbed clean after their long bath. Sunlight spilled across shelves lined with leather-bound ledgers and scrolls, glinting off the wax seals of unopened letters stacked high.
Both Nova and Celise felt lighter, refreshed in body after the madness of the night before. Yet for Celise, there lingered a faint heat that baths and healing could not wash away.
Altough Nova had granted her wish, using his power to mend every trace of soreness — but memory was another matter. Every step reminded her of how his clone had joined him, both holes pounded mercilessly until her body broke under him. Even healed, the ghostly sensation of that brutal rhythm clung to her, making her cheeks flush when her thoughts strayed.
She steadied herself with papers clutched tightly in her arms, willing her expression neutral. She was here as his steward. She would deliver the reports with dignity.
Nova sat at the desk in his high-backed chair, posture relaxed but unignorable, his left hand shifting lazily through stacks of sealed letters. Wax crests of half the noble families in the kingdom glimmered under the morning light. He watched Celise quietly for a moment, the way her eyes darted to the papers as if they could anchor her against the memories of last night.
Then, without warning, he reached out, caught her wrist, and pulled her down onto his lap.
"Ah—!" Celise gasped, nearly spilling the letters as she landed across his thighs. Her breath caught when his arm locked around her waist, holding her firm against him.
A low groan escaped Nova's throat, rough and pleased. Her ass pressed snugly against him, and he let the sound linger, deep and satisfied. "Mn." His lips curved faintly as his hand slid up her side, already claiming.
"Don't—" Celise's voice cracked, her cheeks flushing scarlet. "Last night… you already… both…" The words slipped out before she could stop them, trailing off, but their meaning was obvious — the memory of him splitting her in two still haunted her body.
Her half-protest dissolved into a moan as his hand closed firmly over her tit through her dress. He squeezed, kneading the soft flesh, thumb rolling lazily over her nipple until it stiffened beneath the cloth.
Nova leaned closer, voice low at her ear. "Continue your report as professionally as you can. If you manage it, I'll grant you any wish you want."
Celise trembled, biting her lip. Then, with a flash of defiance, she ground her ass against him deliberately as a wordless answer that she accepted his challenge. His groan deepened, the vibration rumbling against her back. She lifted the letters with both hands, straightened her back, and forced herself into the role of steward.
"Ever since the fact that the last descendant of a fallen house emerged with a four-leaf Clover grimoire, multi-elements, and his ancestral business of artifact creation," she began, voice steady despite the heat in her cheeks, "the kingdom has been restless. Messages and offers arrived daily. Some houses sought trade, artifact collaboration, and contracts. A few…" her words hitched when his thumb pressed harder against her nipple, "…a few went further."
His fingers kneaded her breast deliberately through the dress, teasing the bud until she whimpered. " Continue," Nova murmured, amused at her struggle.
Celise inhaled sharply and continued. "Three houses sent concubine contracts."
Nova's fingers pinched suddenly, making her cry out. "Hmm?"
She shivered, but answered. "They are allied. Once their influence equaled that of a middling house. But a few years ago, all their male heirs were killed — assassinated under suspicious circumstances. No culprits found. Since then, their lines have been failing. No heirs, no security. They are desperate. When word of you spread, they saw their chance. Their offer was their daughters… and their businesses. The condition: children born from those daughters must bear their family names, to continue the lines."
As she spoke, Nova's hand slipped under her dress, brushing lace aside until he touched bare flesh. His fingers closed around her naked tit, hot and firm in his grip. Celise jolted in his lap, a loud moan spilling from her lips, but she clung to the parchment and forced herself to continue.
"The first daughter is eighteen. She wields Enhancement Magic — strengthening her body or objects she touches. The second is twenty-two, her grimoire carries Rune Magic. She can inscribe temporary magic circles — limited, but rare and useful. The third is twenty-five. Her magic is unknown. She never displayed it, not once. In their letter, they hinted it would be extremely beneficial to you."
Nova tugged her neckline lower, exposing flushed skin, and continued teasing until her words fractured into shaky breaths. Finally, with one decisive motion, he pulled her dress down, baring both tits to the air. Celise gasped, her nipples stiffening under the sudden coolness.
Her voice wavered as his fingers pinched and rolled them mercilessly. " But nobody expected the royal family to make a bold move."
Her body betrayed her — flustered, burning, helpless — and the tension made her reckless. Slowly, she shifted her hips, pressing back against him. The thick hardness straining under his clothes pressed against her ass, and she ground herself deliberately against it.
Nova groaned gutturally, the sound unrestrained. His cock pulsed hard against her, and his hands retaliated at once — he moved near neck and bit lighty until she cried out. "Continue," he ordered, biting her neck sharply.
Celise gasped, body arching, but she clung to her task. "The king… offered a marriage proposal for his twenty-year-old sister. Holder of a three-leaf grimoire of Light. According to rumors, she specializes in healing magic. The proposal is for marriage — as your main wife."
Nova chuckled low against her skin, tongue flicking over the fresh bite mark as his fingers continued fo squeeze her tits roughly, kneading them. Her nipples throbbed painfully under his teasing, stiff and raw from the relentless attention.
"The capital… was thrown into uproar again," she managed between ragged breaths, her voice trembling. "Once more, because of you. And… I cannot deny it — the king's move is clever. You carry a four-leaf Clover grimoire, with mastery over multiple elements. Binding you to the royal family through marriage strengthens their grip on you… while also legitimizing your return to power."
Nova groaned softly, and started grinding his cock against her ass more roughly. His lips hovered at her ear as he whispered, playful yet edged, "Mmm. You sound almost impressed by his decision."
Celise shuddered, her face burning hot. "I-it's not admiration… it's simply logic. You're too valuable. They cannot afford to let you drift free, to let you grow beyond their reach. By offering the princess, they elevate you while also ensuring that your alliance will be legitimized under the royal family."
She drew in a ragged breath, steadying herself as her horny boss once again bit her neck, leaving another mark of his before continuing. "And after the king's proposal… instead of hesitation, the nobles grew bolder. They flooded us with concubine contracts. From small houses to greater ones, everyone is trying to tie their bloodline to yours. Because if you accept the princess, the Ashbourne name won't just be restored — it will become royal."
Nova chuckled softly against her ear, amused by the shift. His hand went to her waist and pressed her more forcefully towards him to ncrease the pressure on his cock by Celise's ass.
Celise moaned, but forced herself to keep her voice level. "As the last descendant of your family, every noble knows what that means. You're duty-bound to sire heirs, not just one or two — many. Dozens, even. Enough to reestablish the Ashbourne line in strength. Every house is desperate to be part of that. So they send their daughters, begging for a place as your concubines."
She trembled in his lap, gasping as his cock pressed harder against her ass through the fabric. Still, she pushed on. "Some houses offered wealth and estates along with their daughters. Others offered trade rights, military pledges, or rare magical knowledge. All of them want the same thing: your seed, your bloodline. Even daughters of established families are being put forward — because to bear a royal Ashbourne child would tie their house to you forever."
Nova groaned in pleasure, grinding himself against her ass despite the intense pressure. His voice was low and playful in her ear. "So they want me to fuck their daughters full of heirs, hm?"
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