That sunny day, in the Aquaville Mansion, Karl and I were discussing the final plans for the defence summit—the Ctesiphon Summit, as Narlia, a duchy controlled by a house of wealthy and influential merchants, offered their capital Ctesiphon to use as a location for the summit.
"So everyone will attend then, except Maluscia and its city state allies in the northwest?" I confirmed. My eyes were flickering as I glanced at the stack of letters I had to send.
"Including them, actually," Karl said. There was lethargy in his voice. "Gaia's priests are having more and more influence and displacing the old political powers there. So in total we'll have 28 participants. Some stronger than others, no doubt. Maluscia's allies in the northwest will support them; Phantasma and Seres will likely support each other; and so on. But what's your plan here?"
"I'll be aiming for a mutual defence pact, at least," I said. "Aside from that, I'm more reactive. I'll see what proposals may come my way."
"My approach is more or less the same."
"How about the voting system? Has Maluscia accepted it?" I asked. The voting system was thusly: each nation would have one vote for each proposal, which it can use to accept or reject the proposal; a third option of remaining abstain existed. If ayes outnumbered nays, the motion would be accepted.
"Of course they have," Karl said with a slight frown. "They have a number of allies—if anything they advantage from it."
"I see. Well, see you later then."
"Yeah."
Our magical connection was cut. I was left thinking by myself as I sent formal letters to the advisors I wished to bring with me. Count Alexander and Admiral Jean, certainly, but also some others. Each sovereign would be allowed one bodyguard. It would be uncouth for Nana, my wife, to be my bodyguard; Agnes the succubus would stir trouble with the zealots in the Baroque States; and so Eliza would be my choice.
That was not all. I—
"Master ... you're in there for so long! Let's play with us!" Agnes' voice rang in my ears. I glanced and saw Cassy, Eliza, and Agnes, all smiling.
A new rule established last month was about clothes (a much more open dresscode), thanks to Agnes' suggestion. Apparently, she found taking off clothes too bothersome. I agreed as the floor was restricted to my harem and I, as well as a few select servants, many drawn from the prostitutes who had been working for me for long.
They all were topless. Cassy wore a conventional if not tight satin and silk shorts with holes cut for easy access to her vagina and anus. Eliza didn't even bother; she used a bandage to cover her shaved pussy and a buttplug. Agnes wore a very short and loose skirt made of satin. I could see her thick genital hairs.
"Not now," I muttered. "I'm busy."
Phantasma and Seres were allied and Yeva was aligned with them, but I couldn't afford to only follow their agenda. Among significant nations aligned with them were also Gira, an island nation, and Lasha, which Phantasma liberated some time ago.
My slaves kept on nudging me even though I had sent them away for now. Acacia and the Baroque States had had a lukewarm relationship, but it wasn't inconceivable that they'd ally—they would want to prevent the Phantasma-Seres axis from overwhelming them. Maluscia was probably the weakest of the bunch, but with the voting system being like that, they had the upper hand thanks to elven city states in the northwest ....
"Come on, Master!" Cassy almost physically yanked me from my seat. Agnes' tail climbed my leg and thigh.
"Hey ... maybe we should leave. This looks important," Eliza said with a worried tone.
"Can't be important enough to ignore us," Agnes said.
"Enough!" I hissed. "All three of you, to the sex room. I'll follow soon."
"Yes! Okay, Master!"
I rushed writing my letters, stamping my seal, and summoning messengers. After that, I went to the sex room. Without speaking a word, I put each of my naked slaves in a separate bondage jail cell in the room—an inheritance from the previous Duke, who gave up his duchy to Eris' cultists but ended up getting killed anyway. I bounded them with different contraptions before leaving.
I gathered candles, ropes, a bowl, and some water before going into Cassy's cell. "Master!" she called. "Are we playing kinky today?" The contraption was an V-shaped one with ropes from the ceilings holding her legs apart.
"No," I said coldly. "We're playing punishment today."
A shadow descended over Cassy's face. "You disappoint me, Cassy. I thought you were more prudent than that," I said. "You know how important the Ctesiphon Summit is. I thought you could handle your impulses."
"M-Master, I'm sorry. A-are you mad at me?" she asked timidly.
I lit a candle. "Yes," I hissed. I held the candle above Cassy's body. The hot, white wax dropped on Cassy's large tits, making her squeal in pain.
"Does it hurt?" I asked as more and more hot wax fell.
"Yes, Master! Please stop, I'm sorry! I was so horny, Master, I wanted you!" Half of Cassy's tits were covered in hot wax, as were some of her stomach and thighs.
"I thought you were a refined woman—turns out you're just a lowly, uncontrolled, undisciplined common whore," I said mockingly. "Well then, I have no need for an unruly slave, especially not one with holes this loose." I spread her oyster with three of my fingers. Cassy's look of shame soon turned into horror.
"B-but, me, I, your first slut ... we, we have been together for so-so long ...."
"I acquired you as a sex slave, if I remember correctly. I wonder how you can serve me sexually like this. Eliza and Agnes have much better holes—even Nana does."
"I-I'm sorry, Master, but you know I was a whore, both my pussy and my asshole had been used long before I became your slave."
"You know there are ways to tighten them up, right? Certain exercises, certain diets. But you never made the effort," I taunted. "You're arrogant, Cassy. You think, just because you're my first slut and head of the harem, you can do whatever you want. You leave your body untended to."
Cassy sobbed while apologizing with mumbles multiple times. "No, Master. I-I mean, you have a large cock, I thought you'd want a looser hole, it's easier to use and you don't have to worry about hurting me."
"Oh, so now it's up to you to decide my tastes, huh?" I said.
"N-no, Master! I don't mean it like that!"
"Let's put you to the test, shall we?" I taunted. I inserted two candles in her vagina and one in her anus. I took off my pants.
"In five minutes the candles will melt enough that your crotch will hurt for a month. In ten they will melt completely, rendering both your vagina and anus utterly unusable-regarding you as my sex slave, of course," I said. "But if you manage to make me cum with a blowjob, I'll blow off the candles. Of course, you can always not take the gamble-I'm sure I can find another master for you."
"I'll do it," Cassy said without hesitation. "I'd rather be scarred and still be your slave than perfectly healthy in someone else's ownership." I almost raised an eyebrow-I knew how loyal Cassy was, but to this extent? My anger almost vanished entirely.
I lit the candles. Cassy ferociously began her blowjob. Her tongue quickly wrapped around my shaft. Wet saliva bathed my whole cock as she took more and more of it. A little of the candles began to melt.
But Cassy was not the usual coy slut that day; today she was fey, as if she had been the goddess of sex. "Oh goodness!" Cassy's vaccum blowjob was incredible, a pleasurable pressure exerted upon every inch. I came quickly, a burst of sperm raced out from my cock.
