Previously, I had just fooled around with the Companions, so I didn't get as much out of that as I am now from unleashing my endless hunger on Ereia, only stopping when she's nearly senseless.

She's a lithe and smug little piece of fine meat, so it's doubly satisfying to see her composure shattered as her body lightly convulses from the sensory overload.

I make Yunia clean her up, and the multiplier to my satisfaction increases again, then Ereia starts to wake up, and the totally unveiled thirst in her eyes as she watches my wife going down on her doubles the multiplier again, to four times.

It's a shame that such an extremely satisfying event won't be repeated as often as I may want it to.

I cuddle up on our bed with Ereia in one arm and Osaria in the other, slowly caressing their heads and playing with their elastic, long ears with my now human hands.

Man, I fucking love elves.

But I feel like I'm missing the touch of fluffy fur. I need more wereanimal maids.

When's Esvisor going to get those maids Alissa asked him for…?

I shut down my anxiousness and greed, focusing on remaining patient. It'll do me no good to thirst too much for other women. They should come to me, not the other way around.

After Ereia is cleaned and recovered enough that they start chatting lightly, I pull us back onto more serious topics.

"You think the Chimeras are adapting well?" I softly ask her as I extract a happy sigh from her through my ear [Massage].

"I think so, but they're doing better now after the Intervention," she whispers absentmindedly, then she giggles and smirks. "After the 'cultural exchange' of your Lordship Ceremony, they've 'integrated' fairly well with us."

"What about the Chimera aristocracy? They're a bit different from the Avgin nobility," I continue and kiss Yunia's forehead as she claims her rightful throne on top of me. Osaria molested her, but she's still a bit frisky, so she grabs my erect member and slowly slides it into her warm, queenly folds.

"That's more… complicated," Ereia whispers as the three of us watch Yunia's toned thighs guide her hips up and down, then the lewd imp sobers up a bit and continues, "Our nobles don't consider the Chimera 'aristocrats' as their equals, so they don't like their presence in the Nobles' Quarter. But since I'm a Lady, I've been getting along with them quite well, so our nobles aren't unanimous in their antagonism."

Lina's Reminder: Avgin nobility is solely based around martial or magical power, while Chimera aristocracy involves merchants, researchers, politicians, clergy, and any other family that has established a stable lineage of children which has acquired a significant amount of power. A "Lady," a non-combatant like Ereia, is basically the same as a Chimera aristocrat, though with less respect from their peers.

"Maybe if we show the nobles one of your prototypes of war airplanes, they'll get along better with the Chimeras," Yunia suggests through [Bind] as her real voice is currently occupied by soft, long moans.

Indeed, that seems like a good idea.

I grab Yunia's body and play with her as she slowly rides me up the mountain of pleasure. Her movements are slow and steady enough that we have plenty of mental capacity left over to discuss social "safety nets" that will benefit both the Chimeras and the elves.

Okay, I've played around enough; it's time to return to our training.

While Osaria joins Klein in the dungeon to soak up a bit of XP, the harem meets up for a joint exercise with the Horns, who have achieved the minimum level of proficiency necessary with my [Soul Manipulation] skill to begin the "battle body" training, so they have more free time to train together with us.

Since they're basically our elite unit of the Lordsguard, they're made privy to the secret of our near-perfect coordination.

"Can you teach your mental communication to us? I think it'd be perfect for us," Oritiki solemnly requests.

"I don't want to spread this spell in its current state, but I'll definitely teach it to you once it's been re-developed," I assure her.

She raises her non-existent eyebrows in surprise. "You're dealing with experimental spells?"

"You could say that," I cryptically reply with a grin.

She shifts uncomfortably on her lizard feet. "Alright, just don't kill yourself."

"That's a given."

"Weird expression," she softly remarks and turns her eyes to Sandoro.

"Yes, even in Andraste, it's an unusual expression," he calmly replies, and I feel like I'm missing some context here.

"Sometimes, you talk weird," Hana succinctly explains, and I hum in understanding.

After the light chatter, we start the exercise with the intention of improving our coordination. I've already completely "synced" my mind with some of the girls a few times now, so we need to properly harness the potential to turn our better-than-average coordination into something truly lethal. This will be our Gestalt training, to make our united minds more powerful than our simply connected parts.

It's a bit hard to categorize what exactly triggered the "sync," but we're betting on "similarity of goals" and "openness." That is, we think that if we all have the same goal and allow [Bind] unrestricted access to each other's minds, then we can "sync" up our minds and improve our coordination.

We start with a simple group spar against eight Horns, but they have a lot more experience with fighting together than us, so they have a clear advantage if we aren't allowed to use magic.

I give a point to Roxanne in [Polearm] use and hand her a pike so that she can support us from behind since she's the one with the least amount of experience in melee, then we start the exercise.

The first bout ends horribly for us, and we realize that we definitely don't know what we're doing.

I group up with the wives in a circle and start a discussion, "Alright, question: how do you girls prepare for battle? I always psych myself up and give myself a boner."

Sandoro blinks repeatedly and looks around, as if he doesn't believe what he just heard. His eyes meet with Oritiki's, and they seem to share a wry understanding while the rest of the observers pretend not to have heard a thing.

"'Psych myself up'?" Ciel asks confusedly.

"Like a mental warm-up. I imagine dragons fucking to get my heart beating faster, energizing my muscles."

"Oh, that, I definitely do that," Hana states with a nod.

"I meditate a bit and calm myself," Alissa shares.

"Same," Yunia echos.

"I definitely don't get calm," Lina shyly confesses.

"I steel my heart, but I don't get as nervous as Lina," Ciel adds as she gives our anxious loli wife a sympathetic smile.

"I'm always ready," Aoi confusedly declares.

"I think I'm like you," Roxanne joins in.

And with that, we realize the glaring problem. Our mindsets are all completely different, and we're even thinking about adding the golems to our [Bind] network sometime in the future.

It's easy to work together if I just assume the commanding role, but the Gestalt is something deeper than that, so we need to think this through. It'll have to be a special "state," like a Power Ranger's Morphing Time.

And after a few minutes of brainstorming, Yunia frustratedly interjects, "I suggest we just continue training our coordination in a variety of ways as this will certainly be no simple matter that we could solve in a single sitting."

Basically, just "fuck it" and continue with what we're doing. We have time to explore this concept, so let's continue our training and see if something improves.

Hana and Roxanne immediately agree, and the rest follow after a short reflection, then we continue getting dunked on by the Horns, which they kind of seem to enjoy doing.

The day was already near its end when we started, so the exercise doesn't go on for that long, and then we finally leave for our baths.

Since Hana spent nearly the entire day fighting, she has a lot of stress to release upon my dick and hips, then she has Roxanne's pussy as a dessert, making our pale wife turn scarlet from exertion.

Klein and Osaria seem like they had a nice time together, so I make sure that the monkey girl's vagina remembers the shape of my cock. I'm a bit territorial, so there's no way I'll ever make things easy for Hermann.

Then dinner time comes around, and Krysta presents a few versions of her ideas of Catupiry for taste-testing, so we invite Anton to join us.

She presents a selection of creamy cheese spreads for us, in cold, hot, and lightly roasted varieties.

Immediately, I find a cold choice that's perfect for toast. It's thick but very creamy and has a mild, salty and sour taste, the same consistency as the usual Requeijão.

Krysta smiles as she sees my approval, and we nod at each other. "When I tasted this, I immediately realized that it should be used on toast, so I knew you'd like it," she proudly confides.

I taste a few more, but then my spoon sinks into one of the choices, and it suddenly "clicks" in my mind.

This is the one.

I scoop up a small amount and sniff it. There's barely any scent to it, but I recognize it: that subtle sourness, perfectly mixed with the characteristic aroma of Parmesan.

I jiggle it gently in my spoon, and it's like there's a slight springiness to it. The perfect consistency. Then I finally spread it on my tongue, and the rush of the nostalgic flavor sparks an orgasmic feeling within my brain.

This is the one.

The cold variety has to survive the oven roasting of a pizza, so it's initially a lot more watery, but the milk also has to survive curdling, so it needs the right thickener to stabilize it and not ruin the flavor.

I nod at her, and she draws a beautiful diamond pattern with the Catupiry on the chicken pizza before me. Grated chicken breast, salt, oregano, and a thin not-tomato sauce that gives it a nice dark iris shade.

She slices a wedge and serves it to me, then I eagerly cut it into smaller pieces, though I still keep up my table manners, and dig in.

It's Saturday night. After a whole afternoon playing Final Fantasy XX Online with my siblings, we start the usual song and dance about who'll go to take a bath first. Nobody wants to leave since we all just want to play a little bit more, so Mom chastises us and sends us running.

No weapon ever built has been as frightening as the chinelo.

Child abuse? Don't make me laugh? This is a catholic household, and we still get spanked for getting caught fapping.

As the youngest, I have the least expectations laid upon me, so I'm allowed to take a bath last, and by the time I'm done, the delivery man is already buzzing his bike in front of our gate.

Dad goes out of the house and hurries across our huge lawn of… five meters in length. At least it's ten meters wide, so it's good enough for our two small dogs to play around on it.

He barks at the barking dogs, and they run back towards the house, then he opens the chained gate, and we hold the dogs back so that the little shits can't escape. You only need to feel the horror of seeing your dog almost get run over by a bus once to learn to be very careful.

Dad pays the delivery man with his credit card, then he comes back with two wide but thin square boxes.

"Pizza!" Bro cheers like the dumb idiot he is, egging me on to cheer with him. I promptly give in, and Sis rolls her eyes at our childishness.

We gather around in the small kitchen, and our dining table is almost fully covered by the two boxes, but there's still room for our plates and the two-liter bottle of Coke.

Dad opens the first box, and we take a second to savor the smell of the warm meal in front of us, then we dig in.

Holy shit. I'm in love.

It'd be really uncool of me to cry right now, so I take a deep breath and calm myself.

"That's not healthy, and you know it," Ciel chastises me through [Bind], but I have a reputation to maintain! Of all things, I won't cry over food!

"This is fucking good," I whisper weakly, forcing myself to move on.

"Thank you very much, my Lord," Krysta coolly replies with a beamingly bright smile.

The girls crowd around the pizza, and I don't even mind that it completely disappears in mere moments as every last slice is quickly taken. I even let Gify have a whole slice for herself, which she promptly inhales like a damn Kirby, making her small body become round as the black hole of her stomach starts its insanely fast digestion.

Everyone takes a bite, Klein, Hana, and Aoi eating with their hands, and the air vibrates with the collective hums of thought and delight as they all savor the extremely homely pizza.

"I didn't expect you to react so strongly to this type of food," Osaria remarks, and I simply stare at her confusedly. I didn't use [Acting], but I really wasn't showing that much emotion, so I'm impressed by her "Perception."

"I agree, it was a bit of an odd request," Krysta remarks, just making me even more confused.

"This is… peasant food," Yunia bluntly states, then smiles warmly at me. "It tastes good, but it's still something so simple that only a peasant would love it."

"You've only seen the 'new' Wolfy," Alissa tersely explains with a smug smile, but everyone seems to understand.

"I'm not a snobbish person," I firmly assert, mildly annoyed.

"Yes, but… I feel like you'd normally complain that this is too greasy or that the bread is too thick," Osaria continues as she smirks cheekily at me.

I start to feel a bit uncomfortable due to being put in the spotlight like this.

Hana suddenly lets out a short but loud laugh and remarks, "I kind of agree with Yunia and Osaria, this is greasy 'peasant food,' so I guess we've all changed a bit."

"For the better," Yunia affirms with a nod.

"Eh…" Ciel and Lina hum in sync dubiously, giving Yunia the side-eye.

"That's your opinion," Roxanne sagely states and shoots the elven queen a smug glance.

"We all change, and we're always changing," Klein abruptly chimes in, the subtly hidden melancholy of her tone raising some eyebrows.

"And what made you think that?" Anton questions her firmly, his intense stare telling her that she shouldn't try to dodge the question.

Klein smiles awkwardly and blushes as she suddenly becomes the center of attention. "My reunion with Hermann didn't go like I imagined it would."

"What did you imagine?" Krysta presses her daughter, a smirk gradually forming on her face.

"Something that now sounds so silly," she embarrassedly admits and lowers her head, seemingly wanting to disappear.

Hana and Roxanne grin at each other and start acting out a little play.

"My little brown bun of love, I missed you so much!" Hana exclaims dramatically as she extends both arms towards Roxanne.

"Grandson of a dragon, please, embrace me!" Roxanne demands, her face wracked with grief, her posture shrunk like a frail Lady.

Hana pulls her close and whispers huskily, "We're finally together again, and now, we can be one!"

"UU~GH!" Klein groans loudly as she cringes hard. "Please, stop!"

The two lovebirds start kissing messily, their hands frantically exploring the other's body, and we share some hearty chuckles.

Then Osaria suddenly makes a sly expression, ringing warning bells in my mind as if she were a cat about to make mischief. "But can you say that your reunion was anything like that?" She surreptitiously asks.

Klein looks away, the cringe almost hurting her physically. "No, it was… very awkward."

"The fact that both of you already have lovers didn't help, I'm sure," Krysta mercilessly strikes right where it hurts.

But Klein becomes defiant, and her long tail starts tensely waving as she glares back at her mother. "It's not like either of us are joining a seven-person harem, so we'll manage to rebuild our relationship."

Krysta then glances at me, her subtle smugness basically asking me "and what are you going to do?"

"So now you'll split your attention between me and him?" I coolly ask, but the edge in my tone makes her tail freeze for a second.

She turns her cute, wavering eyes towards me, looking like a corgi barking at a pit bull. "Unless you want to spend your time with both me and him, I'll have to split my attention between you."

A competition, then?

My tail stiffens and raises up, like a scorpion's stinger when it's ready to strike. "You'd better be very careful about how you divide up your time, for I won't accept my closest knight neglecting me."

Klein swallows heavily and nods slowly, too intimidated to reply as I stare intensely at her, and I know that her panties are slowly becoming wet because she loves submitting to me.

"Diamond dragon scales, Wolfy. You'd better spit roast her one day," Osaria whispers heatedly, caught up deep in her own fantasies.

"Let's not talk about this topic," Anton pleads anxiously.

"You're asking for the priest not to preach," Krysta wryly remarks.

I pull back a bit on my [Sexual Charm], but I make it clear to Klein that I'll be imprinting my cock upon her folds tonight.

We retreat to the game room as is usual during the evening for our private family time, then the girls spread out to do what they want. Some go drink, some go play at the tables, Lina goes to the book stands, some go play with Gify or Aoi, and Klein tries to act casual as she sits on the sofa closest to the Love Bed, then looks out the balcony, as if she could see much of the outside from across the entire room.

I go to my usual seat, but I don't let Lina sit on my lap this time, then Klein suddenly stands up and goes to the snacks and alcohol table to get some chocolate. She carefully chooses a small sweet, then nibbles on it while standing as she taps her feet repeatedly on the floor due to her anticipation and anxiety.

Her behavior brings back memories as it reminds me of Lily. She used to eat chocolate while pacing around the room whenever she was nervous, and Klein is acting quite similar to her. The monkey-girl's anxiety is made even more obvious by the stiffness of her long furry tail.

I just stare and wait while she eats, then she suddenly turns around and returns to her seat, then she immediately resumes looking out at the small piece of dark sky that she can see from inside the room as she casts [Clean] on her mouth.

I only have to wait for just a few seconds longer, then she finally glances at me, and when our eyes meet, a visible shiver runs through her tail.

I grin like a predator who's about to pounce on their prey and do just that.

In an instant, I'm before Klein, staring down hungrily at her, and she cowers like a familiar juicy rabbit, but then she straightens her back and recomposes herself like a proper knight.

"May I keep you company for tonight?" I huskily ask her.

"You m-may," she immediately replies, failing to hide the trembling in her tone.

I sit beside her and immediately sling an arm over her shoulder, then I gently pull her towards me and guide her head so that she rests it against my chest. She quickly becomes like putty as she relaxes against my manly body, and I ensnare her tail with mine so that she can't escape, then I create tentacles that explore and massage her athletic body.

She closes her eyes and moans, quickly surrendering herself to my touch, so I subject her to an intense massage to make her remember who actually owns her body.

My tentacles rub against her skin with tenderness, then they apply pressure to her muscles, telling them to relax. A subtle soul vibration makes her heartbeat quickly increase, and her breath grows louder.

Her delicate hands; her muscular arms; her defined, archer's back; her strong core; her small waist; her round buttocks; her lean legs; her cute feet. I take in her adventurer's body and worship every centimetri of it, then I gradually inch closer to her erogenous zones.

Her earlobes are sucked on by wet, slick tentacles; her ass is gripped by sharp claws, spreading her cheeks apart; her tail tugged by a large hand that grips it tightly, making her constantly aware of it; her breasts are massaged by suckers that kiss them loudly as they approach her pointy bits; her ears are played with by a feather-like tentacle that tickles the sensitive cartilage; her neatly trimmed pubes are stimulated by finger-like tentacles that spread out and cheekily avoid her flower as they tease her crotch.

Her skin becomes black as my tentacles cover her body like a skin-tight suit, and I untangle my tail from hers, then I use the tentacles to suspend her up in the air in front of me while I casually watch her writhe from the full-body massage.

"W-Wolfy…" She softly moans my name, and the smell of female arousal becomes quite noticeable to me.

"Yes?" I ask disinterestedly.

"Wolfy…!" She moans again and again, increasingly louder each time.

"Say it," I order with a growl.

The tentacles undress her and her drenched panties stick to her body, which then starts to drip on the floor thanks to her state of extreme arousal.

"Ah… ah… ah…" She moans in sync with the suckers.

Feeling impatient, I tie her arms behind her back and spread her legs, making her look like a meal being served to me, then I increase the intensity of the massage, and her legs try to close so that she can give her lips even the slightest taste of stimulation that they so deeply crave.

"You know what you want, so say it!" I angrily order as I make all the tentacles pulsate, wringing out a loud moan from her

"F-F-F-FUCK ME!" She finally shouts, delirious with desire.

I stand up, ready to impart her with mind-blowing pleasure to ensure that she never forgets that only I can satisfy this need of hers.

Then I stop myself as my mind snags onto a sudden realization.

I know that I'm more than just a cock for her, so maybe I shouldn't be too sexually aggressive with her since that is a fact that she definitely shouldn't forget.

But right now, she's begging for it, so it'd be extremely rude of me to not oblige.

I have her so completely dominated now that I'm confident that not even Hermann will be able to steal her from me.

But I'll still fuck her until she collapses, just because I can.

Today is the 22nd, Yn, day of Earth. It's considered a "useless" day to elves as they hardly have any use for [Earth Magic], but for the Chimeras, it's a very industrious day since their [Alteration Magic] is more efficient at refining dirt into metals today, which was essential for their survival in the Broken Skies.

Roxanne wakes me up the way only a succubus can, then Aoi goes for a snack, and the pale succubus is made to bow to the superior draconic tongue.

After a good round of love, Roxanne hugs Aoi's scaly, blue head, then kisses her snout. "You're such a good girl," she praises the gentle giant, surprising us with her kindness.

Ciel wholeheartedly approves of this small change in Roxanne's behavior, but the person in question has no comments to give about it.

I increased my [Soul Manipulation] and [Ekrano Style] by 1 (now 5 and 10). It's getting increasingly easy for me to mold my soul at my will, but I think that I'm still far from perfection. [Soul Manipulation] definitely won't be a low-cap skill like [Cooking] and others with a max level of 10.

Alissa increased her [Illusion Magic] by 1 (now 15). She still has some free skill points left to level up this skill, but they're tied up in other skills to balance out her build, so I think we need to level some more before we continue training. Hana is also someone whose skill growth is currently blocked due not having that many free skill points, so leveling has gone up in priority.

Ciel increased her [Parry] and [Block] by 1 (now 4+11 and 8+7). I think we need to fully switch her Style skill to the same one as the Celestial Horns' since her [Imperial Hasterrum Style] has completely stagnated recently.

Lina increased her [Axe Use] and [General Blacksmithing] by 1 (now 9+16 and 5), the latter of which stole a free point from [Throw] (now 1+7) since it wasn't a planned level up. Lina would also benefit from a few level-ups since she has a lot of crafting skills that could be boosted to help her and Aoi's plans.

Yunia increased her [Parry] and [Battlefield Perception] by 1 (now 3+12 and 2+8). Yunia actually needs to train her magic skills, but she'll be getting enough practice with them in battle, so it should be fine.

After Ciel heals Klein's abused erogenous zones, the little monkey becomes quite chipper and laid-back, seemingly forgetting who owns her pussy. She doesn't try to be cheeky with me, but I know she's acting brave to not reveal just how smitten she is with my virility.

Then she leaves with Osaria after breakfast, and we go to our beach-side mansion to start our mana circulation routine.

As we train, Yunia and I gradually become increasingly tense and anxious because, after lunch, we'll finally be meeting with the Elder Council.