A brief point: I've decided that Arthur received the title of Duke when he was banished; it was a final consideration from his father since he is a prince.
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The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the curtains, slicing through the vapor of lust that still hung in the air. I leaned back against the oak headboard, feeling like an emperor surveying his most recent conquest. Beside me, Maya was on her knees, her young, tanned body curved into a geometry of submission that I had designed myself.
The sight was fascinating. She worked with a trembling dedication, her lips enveloping my member with a hesitation that I molded with short, blunt instructions. She moved her tongue as I dictated, keeping her focus on the glans, while her backside—firm and rounded—was arched toward me.
I was not a man of just one stimulus. While she strove to please me orally, I reached out and dug my fingers into her buttocks, pulling them apart with force. The morning light revealed every detail of her intimacy; her pussy was rosy and slightly swollen, a silent witness to the vigorous night we had shared. Without warning, I slid two fingers into that deep, warm moisture.
Maya let out a muffled gasp against my cock, her body jolting. I began to finger her with a technical and insistent rhythm, feeling her internal walls contract around my fingers. She was getting soaked again, her biology responding to my will.
"You learn fast, Maya," I whispered, watching the tremor in her thighs. "But my fingers are just an appetizer. Let's move to the main course."
I pulled her up by the hips. She looked at me with clouded eyes, her lips glistening with saliva and her face a shade of scarlet with pure lust.
"On top," I commanded.
She straddled my torso, positioning herself. I felt my cock throb, ready for the invasion. Maya held the member with her small hands, guiding the glans to the entrance. As she descended, arching her back, the sound of our flesh meeting was the seal of possession. She let out a long sigh, feeling every inch of me expanding her interior.
I kept my hands firm on her waist, dictating the depth. Watching the rising and falling motion, seeing my cock disappear and reappear between the lips of her pussy, was the visual stimulus I needed for my mana. It was at that moment, as her rhythm accelerated and her modest breasts bounced, that I heard knocking at the door.
"Your Grace?" It was Elena's voice. "What would you like served for breakfast?"
Maya froze instantly. Her body went rigid over mine, fear and shock showing on her face as she heard her own mother's voice on the other side of the wood. She stopped moving, her eyes wide with panic.
"Come in, Elena," I said with absolute calm, my voice not even faltering from the physical effort.
"My Lord?" Elena hesitated for a second, but obedience spoke louder. She opened the door.
Elena was met with a scandalous sight: her daughter naked, riding the Duke in broad daylight, her face bathed in sweat and pleasure. Elena froze, her eyes wide, the question about breakfast dying in her throat. To break Maya's trance and show who was in charge, I gave a sharp thrust of my hips upward. The sudden impact made Maya let out a loud, involuntary moan that echoed through the room in front of her mother.
"G-good morning... Your Grace," Elena stammered, averting her eyes to the floor but unable to hide the intense flush spreading across her face. "I... I am so sorry. I didn't know... I beg your pardon for the intrusion. I will withdraw."
"No need to apologize or leave, Elena," I replied, while Maya hid her face in my neck, mortified with shame. "You need to get used to this. Sex will be a normal occurrence in this house. There is no reason for shock among us."
Elena remained standing near the door, her hands clasped in front of her body, trying to process the naturalness with which I treated the situation. She watched her daughter being possessed before her eyes, and the silence of the room was filled only by the slaps of our skin meeting.
"Maya is just taking care of my first necessity of the day," I continued, resuming the forceful movement of my hips, forcing Maya to take up the rhythm again even under her mother's gaze. "And you will be next, Elena. As soon as I am finished here, it will be your turn."
I saw Elena's chest heave. I didn't specify where or how, but understanding flashed in her eyes. The mark on my chest glowed with a feverish intensity, illuminating the room with a purple light as I absorbed the mana generated by Maya's effort and pleasure.
"As for breakfast..." I continued, keeping my eyes fixed on Elena while Maya moaned softly in my ear. "Just bread and tea for everyone will do. Nothing too elaborate; we have much work today."
Elena nodded, a deep submission showing in her shoulders. She seemed torn between the shock of seeing her daughter and the acceptance that her own fate was sealed for shortly.
"As you wish... my Lord. I will prepare the tea and bread immediately," Elena murmured, her voice coming out husky. She gave a brief bow and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I returned my full attention to Maya, whose hips were now moving with a renewed desperation, wanting to finish quickly before her mother returned—or out of pure accumulated ecstasy. I was ready to harvest the final fruits of this morning.
The morning sun now cut through the room at sharp angles, illuminating the dust dancing in the air and the sweat glistening on Maya's skin. I continued to move my hips with a possessive rhythm, feeling every contraction of that tight flesh around my member. Maya kept her face buried in the curve of my neck, her fingers digging into my shoulders as if she wanted to fuse her body into mine to escape the shame of having been caught by her mother.
While my senses were lost in the heat of that union, my strategist's mind never stopped working. Elena's request about breakfast brought me a sudden question: Does coffee not exist in this world? I searched the memories of the old Arthur and my own studies. Tea was the drink of nobility and the common folk alike, infusions of local herbs that lacked the depth and stimulus of caffeine. I looked out the window toward the hills of Solaria. The climate was perfect; if I could introduce this bean, I would hold the monopoly on an addictive product. It would be the economic foundation to build my power.
My thoughts were interrupted by a violent spasm from Maya. Her body arched, and a long moan vibrated against my skin. She had reached climax, and the intensity was overwhelming. Perhaps the psychological shock of knowing Elena had seen her in that position served as a catalyst, breaking the last barriers of her resistance. The internal walls of her pussy gripped me with desperate force, a rhythmic suction that sent shockwaves straight to my core. I couldn't resist. With a low growl, I discharged deep inside her, feeling my semen flood her interior while the mark on my chest pulsed in sync.
We stayed there for a few moments, ofegantes. Maya collapsed onto my chest. Before the sweat could even cool, the system's purple window materialized in my field of vision:
[ACT RESULTS: MAYA]
>Strength: +1
>Vitality: +2
>Speed: +1
>Mana: +2
>Note: The influx of morning mana is invigorating. Your core is expanding.
"It was a good result," I murmured.
Maya stood up slowly, avoiding eye contact. The flush on her face was still deep.
"Go wash up, Maya," I ordered gently. "We have a long day."
She nodded in silence and left the room with quick steps. I didn't look at her status this time; my attention was captured by a new golden window.
[NEW MISSION AVAILABLE: THE BLACK GOLD OF SOLARIA]
>Objective: Locate the wild Coffea plant at the coordinates indicated on the attached map.
>Task: Collect seeds and initiate the first cultivation cycle in the fertile lands of the duchy.
>Reward: Blessing of the Earth (The lands of Solaria will become more productive as the Leader's level increases; plant growth will be accelerated by mana).
>Additional Benefit: Commercial Monopoly and Economic Development.
My eyes widened. This was the winning ticket for the reconstruction of my territory. I accepted the mission mentally, and in the same instant, the mark on my chest glowed with feverish intensity. The mission's energy flowed through my mana channels, and the effect was immediate: my cock, which should have been at rest, became hard as a stone again.
I didn't bother to get dressed. I stood up from the bed completely naked, feeling the cool morning air against my skin. My erection pointed forward, firm and pulsing, driven by the mana of the new mission. I began to walk through the house, my firm steps echoing on the wooden floor. I was no longer the fragile heir; I was the master of this place.
I walked toward the kitchen. Reaching the door, I saw Elena with her back to me, leaning over the counter. She was focused, preparing the tea and slicing the bread, the movement of her arms making her uniform skirt sway slightly over her wide hips.
I approached silently, like a predator. When I arrived right behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist in a possessive embrace, pressing my naked chest into her back. Elena gave a start, letting out a small cry of surprise, but before she could turn, she felt it: my cock, rigid and hot, pressed exactly in the middle of her buttocks, separated only by the fabric of her skirt.
"Your Grace!" she exclaimed, her breathing accelerating instantly. "You are... you aren't dressed..."
"I said in the room that you would be next, Elena," I whispered near her ear, smelling the herbs and clean skin emanating from her. "I am not one to break promises."
Elena tried to support herself on the counter, her trembling hands still holding the bread knife. She felt the pulse of my member against her body, an insistent pressure that made her lose her breath.
"But... here, Sir? In the kitchen? Now?" she asked, her voice coming out in a thread. "The breakfast... I need to finish breakfast..."
"You can continue preparing breakfast," I replied with a low, provocative laugh. "I don't mind."
Without waiting for an answer, I reached down to the hem of her long skirt and pulled it up with a decisive motion, revealing her mature, firm thighs. Elena let out a heavy sigh as she felt the cool air touch her skin. My hand moved higher, finding the cotton panties she wore. Without ceremony, I tucked my fingers under the elastic fabric, seeking her intimacy.
To my satisfaction, Elena was already beginning to moisten. The shock of having seen her daughter in the room, added to my sudden, naked approach in the kitchen, had prepared the ground better than any long foreplay.
"You're reacting well for someone who was just making tea," I teased, sliding my middle finger deep between her lips, feeling the heat emanating from her.
Elena leaned her head forward, resting her forehead against the wall above the counter, while her hands gripping the edge of the wood. She let out a contained moan, trying to maintain her composure while I explored her right there, in the heart of the house, with the sun illuminating her submission.
I continued to stimulate Elena with my fingers, feeling her warm wetness increase with every movement. She was different from Maya; there was a maturity in her body, a denser and more vibrant response that made the mana around us undulate. I realized she was completely ready, the fabric of her panties already soaked by the desire I had awakened.
"I'm going into you now, Elena," I whispered, brushing my lips against her ear while my cock throbbed against her buttocks. "And don't stop what you're doing. I want to see if you can finish this breakfast while I possess you."
Elena lifted her head slightly, breathless, her eyes focused on the kettle that was starting to hiss.
"I... I will continue, my Lord," she replied, her voice laden with a determination bordering on desperation.
I didn't wait. I pushed her panties aside and, with a firm thrust, penetrated her completely. Elena let out a sharp moan that echoed through the kitchen's wooden beams, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles turned white. This time, I didn't have the patience I had with Maya. I was driven by the mission's energy, by an urgency that demanded strength. I started at a fast pace, deep and loud thrusts that made Elena's full backside tremble with every impact of my groin.
The scene was chaotic and delicious. Elena tried, with trembling hands, to reach the knife to finish slicing the bread, but with every thrust, her body was pushed forward, throwing off her movements. The heat of Elena's pussy was something surreal; it was as if she were trying to consume me, squeezing my member with a force that made me lose my mind.
"The bread, Elena..." I teased, watching her bite her lips to keep from screaming as tears of pleasure began to well in the corners of her eyes. "The tea will get cold."
She tried to respond, but the internal stimuli were too intense. Elena reached orgasm right there, standing against the counter. Her body shook violently, her legs buckled, and she dropped the knife, which hit the wood with a dry clack. She was surrendered, defeated by her own pleasure.
"Is it hard to prepare breakfast, Elena?" I asked with a victorious smile, slowing the pace just enough to let her catch her breath.
"It is... it is very hard... because of you..." she admitted, her head hanging forward, defeated by the lust I imposed.
I liked the answer. Her honesty in the midst of pleasure was what I needed to seal our affinity.
"Forget the breakfast for now," I ordered.
I pulled her body back, pinning her sweaty back to my naked chest. I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her steady and began to kiss her neck, feeling her racing pulse under my tongue. I went back to moving my hips with brute force, feeling the mana flow from Elena to me in a continuous and invigorating stream. I was at the limit, the energy of the mark on my chest glowing in an almost blinding purple.
With one last sequence of deep pumps, I discharged everything inside her. I felt the hot jet fill her while Elena let out one last trembling sigh, leaning entirely on my weight and the kitchen counter. We stood there for a moment, the silence of the kitchen returning, broken only by the sound of the boiling kettle.
The system windows flashed before my eyes, illuminating the morning gloom:
[ACT RESULTS: ELENA (VITALITY BONUS)]
>Strength: +1
>Vitality: +3
>Speed: +1
>Mana: +4
>Note: Elena's superior vitality provided a significant jump in your mana reserve.
I pulled away slowly, feeling more refreshed than ever. My attributes were rising, and I felt every fiber of my body being reconstructed by the power of Lust. Elena stayed there, trembling, trying to pull her uniform back together while looking at the bread that never quite got sliced.
I looked at the mark on my chest, which still emitted a residual glow from the coffee mission. The mental map was still there, calling me to the next step.
After feeling the last pulse of Elena's energy fuse with mine, I pulled away slowly. The contrast of the cool kitchen air against my naked and sweaty body was refreshing. Elena was still trying to catch her breath, her hands trembling as they leaned on the wooden counter.
"Finish the breakfast, Elena," I ordered, my voice regaining the firmness of command. "I need to wash up, and you should do the same as soon as you can."
I pointed to the wooden floor at her feet. The excess of my semen had run down her thighs, creating a small clear puddle that glistened in the morning light.
"Clean the floor as well. I don't want anyone slipping on our morning fun."
Elena, still with a flushed face and submissive gaze, nodded promptly.
"Yes, my Lord... I will do so right away."
I left the kitchen, walking naked and unconcerned through the halls of the house. On the way to the bathroom, the door opened and Maya stepped out, her hair slightly damp and her face clean. Seeing me in that state, she stopped abruptly and gave a deep bow, her eyes fixed on the floor.
"Wait, Maya," I said.
I approached her, feeling her hesitation. I placed my hand gently on her neck, pulling her close, and gave her a light and affectionate kiss on the lips. It wasn't a kiss of raw lust like the night before, but something more intimate—a calculated provocation to mess with her head.
"Good morning again, Maya," I whispered.
She froze, her face exploding in a shade of scarlet that reached her ears.
"G-good morning, Your Grace..." she stammered, before hurrying away, clearly confused by that sudden gesture of affection. I smiled. Her affinity was low, and if sex wasn't enough, I would use emotional confusion to break down her defenses.
Before entering the bath, I stopped by Lyra's room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," her voice answered.
I opened the door and saw her finishing adjusting her maid uniform. Lyra was the most pragmatic of the three, always focused on maintaining the order of the house.
"Good morning, Lyra."
"Good morning, Your Grace. I'm just finishing organizing the rooms."
"Breakfast will be ready soon. Meet us at the table."
I went to the bath. The cold water helped lower the adrenaline, but the sense of power remained. My muscles felt denser, my mind sharper. The Lust system was turning my body into a weapon.
Minutes later, I was sitting at the head of the dining table. The atmosphere was, to say the least, peculiar. Elena served the tea with excessive rigidity, avoiding eye contact with Maya. Maya, for her part, kept her head down, mechanically stirring her tea. The shared secret between mother, daughter, and master hung in the air like a thick fog.
Lyra, sitting on my right, looked from one to the other with a furrowed brow. As the maid in charge of the house's logistics, she had a sharp nose for mood changes. She didn't know about the events in the kitchen, but she detected that something had changed drastically in the climate between her colleagues. I, however, ate in silence, enjoying every sip of tea and already planning the expedition to find the coffee plant. The energy in Solaria was changing, and I was the center of this hurricane.
As soon as I finished, I stood up.
"Lyra, Maya, and Elena, take care of the house. I have business in the main manor."
I left the guest house and walked toward the imposing main manor of Solaria. Crossing the courtyard felt different now; I felt the earth beneath my feet and remembered the mission the system had given me. The promise of prosperity for this soil was linked to my own growth.
Entering the main office, the smell of old paper and candle wax greeted me. Seraphina was already there, sitting at her desk with a stack of documents and an open parchment. She looked up as soon as I entered, her professional expression hiding any emotion, but her silver eyes analyzed my posture for a second longer than usual. She seemed to notice that the previously lazy heir now carried an aura of overflowing vitality.
"Good morning, Your Grace," she said, her voice impeccably cold. "I was expecting you. We have much to discuss regarding administration and the territory's back taxes."
I approached the table, feeling the energy I had harvested this morning still vibrating within me. Seraphina was the next pillar I needed to conquer if I truly wanted to rule Solaria.