As Prince Laiyunoh hit the ground, his consciousness sent into a deep sleep, the illusion that had infected the city he was in shattered like glass. All at once, people shook off the mental fog that had clouded their minds, not just in the city, but all over the nation. The unconscious madness that had made the people of the Bestiral Kingdom able to, in one way of putting it, see the future and think as if in a pleasant dream, had been banished by the knockout blow rendered unto The Mad Prince by his opponent.

Vaile saw that this was happening, and immediately he put the pieces together. He had seen enough anime and cartoons and read enough manga, comic books, web novels and light novels to notice the telltale signs of a puppet-master’s defeat unconsciously freeing his unknowingly enslaved pawns, and realized that if he left the crazy dolt behind, he would lose out on valuable intel, if any could be ripped from the lunatic’s addled mind in the first place. Deciding to bid a hasty retreat so as not to have to deal with a very unruly mob, Vaile hefted the comatose royal over his shoulder and sped out of the city with all the speed a max-level Player with his specific stats could muster.

By the time the fog had lifted from the last person’s eyes, The Mad Prince was long gone and the Bestiral Kingdom’s counter to the unpredictable guerrilla tactics of the Beastmen was now in enemy custody.

…

“Yes! More! Ahh! Give it to me!”

The Queen of the Bestiral Kingdom was at it again, this time with three of her consorts instead of just one like the last time we encountered her. Her fun was just beginning for the day, but an alarm triggered and she immediately stopped her engagement and sent her consorts out the secret passage that connected her private room with a network of hidden corridors which led to various places both in and outside the castle. She reset the alarm as she cleaned herself up with a handy-dandy magic item tailor-made for those in extra-marital affairs such as herself. It had cost a small fortune to not only get the item, but also to install the alarm that would alert her if anyone was approaching through the only non-secret passageway that led to her personal room.

She had just finished cleaning herself up and putting on her clothes when the door to her quarters were flung open by the king himself.

“My beloved, my one and only, my heart and soul, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Queen Laiyonah asked with a perfect poker face.

“Our son is missing. The weakling was captured by the animal bastards and proved he was too impotent to succeed the throne. I am here to prepare his replacement; now take off your clothes and assume the position.” King Laiyun barked, despite being a Lion Werean.

“My, I knew you were forward, but this is a surprise. Hold on just a moment, my dearly beloved, and I’ll get ready for you.” Laiyonah purred with a sensual tone, fully ready to resume what had been prevented by her husband’s arrival. She would have preferred to have three or more at once instead of just this brute, but having anything was better than having nothing, at least in her eyes. Of course, once the meathead was satisfied, she could call her consorts back to pick up where they left off.

“Make it fast, woman. I want this done as quickly as possible.”

“Why would you want to make it quick when we could take hours to-.”

“I’ve got a way to win, woman. I can’t waste my time ploughing you for hours on end like some decadent piece of trash. And I certainly can’t do that when I have better things to do, such as exercise, combat training and kicking heads in.”

Laiyonah sighed and finished disrobing before drinking a Potion of Fertility and passing a Potion of Virility to her husband, who chugged it down like a Frat-Boy who was the veteran of a thousand All-Night Parties. Both could feel their respective potion’s effects kick in, and the two immediately got down to business. After only three minutes, however, the king had, in his mind, done enough, and left his wife to do whatever she felt like doing in her room. This was to be a terrible mistake on his part.

The queen sighed and contemplated calling her consorts back, but as long as the potion’s power was still in effect, she couldn’t risk having a child by anyone other than her husband. She lay down on her bed and began to fidget. Realizing she could not have sex all the rest of the day caused her no end of misery, especially since she had gained a sort of addiction to the practice over her more than two and half decades of sating her lust multiple times on almost every single day.

After writhing around in a minor withdrawal for a while, she remembered that the people who sold her the Sterility Potions via the black market claimed to have potions designed to cancel out any Fertility Potions and, hopefully, allow her to engage in her escapades sooner rather than later. Clothing herself in her ‘Commoner Clothes’, she exited her room via the same secret passageway she used to smuggle her consorts in and out and made her way out of the castle and through the busy streets of the nation’s capital.

However, as she walked down the now dangerous roads, roads which were clogged with the angry, hungry and discontented, she failed to notice that a group of eyes were following her as she traveled. Such eyes were malign in purpose, at least according to the Bestiral Kingdom, but to the side that they were on they were those who saw the way things should be in the area owned by the kingdom and sought to right the wrongs of their ancestors. They followed the oblivious Queen and began to prepare for the chance to abduct her. Once she was in the custody of the true rulers of the realm, the kingdom would suffer another terrible morale shock, and from there the dominos would fall ever faster.

The Beast Gods would be appeased with the flesh and blood of a descendant of their greatest enemies, and with that offering the Werean would be spared from their wrath and that of their children.