"Then let's get on with it!"
I stepped back to get her entire body in my view. 'Ahhh, I'm finally going to taste this beauty!'
She looked at me shyly and said, "What should I do now?"
I looked at her nervousness and replied, "Well, first of all, you should lose the clothes."
I moved closer and untied the knots at the back of her tunic, slowly revealing her plump and bouncy tits, almost swaying to incite me.
As the tunic slipped down her body, her curvaceous figure was revealed, greatly arousing my member down below.
'Ahh! How can his bulge be so big?!' Eloise thought in shock.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and cupped her bouncy tits, rolling my fingers over her pink nipples. All while sending pulses of intense lust through her body.
"Hmm~~!" She tried to stifle moans but couldn't resist the pleasure.
Still trying to keep her cool and calm demeanor, she tried to take initiative by pulling my trousers down and inserting her fingers inside.
"Huh?! How is this possible?" But her façade fell away once she released my erect 9-inch dragon from its den, out to devour the world.
"Do you finally realize who's gonna dominate who today? Bend down and choke on this, you naughty bitch."
Unconsciously, her legs lost strength as she slowly slipped down, her face directly facing my cock.
With a look of awe, she kisses and rolls her tongue over the top while massaging my balls with one hand.
With the other, she starts pumping the shaft as hard she can.
"I told you to choke, not play around. Take it all in."
She looks at me, cock still in mouth and nods obediently. Her hands firmly on the shaft, she slowly takes the nine-incher into her wet mouth.
Even though she's a beginner, she rolls her tongue around like a pro, lubricating my member in her saliva.
Finally, she takes it all in and begins pumping, my sword located into her throat. After a few minutes, I can't resist it anymore and cum straight into her stomach.
"Swallow it all, my seed isn't something you can waste."
"Mm~!" She responds meekly but she opens her mouth wide and takes it all in, coating her throat in thick ropes of white.
"Th-thank you for the meal... M-master~."
She responded shyly but finally accepted her being dominated fully, awakening her carnal desires.
"Good girl, I see that you are learning."
I slapped my cock at her and rubbed it against her cheek.
"Good girls get rewards, do you want yours?"
She smiled at me erotically and replied, "Yes please! Please reward this obedient pussy of yours!"
Unable to handle her seduction, I threw her on the bed and parted her legs, letting me have a perfect view of her pink caves.
As I entered the moist and dripping wet caves with my finger, she let out moans uncontrollably.
My fingers twirled around, naturally finding her G-spot in the folds of her crevice.
"Ahhhh~~ Please Master! Ravage me!"
Slowly, I inserted another finger, twirling it and fingering her like never before. Scissoring her and spreading her pussy, she's unable to handle it, letting out one final moan as she orgasms.
"AHHHH~ It feels soooo goodd!"
After I finish fingering her, I bend my head down to tease her with my tongue.
"Please Master! Please bless me with your saliva!"
Unable to resist these erotic words, I slip my tongue inside her and lick each and every fold, coating her insides in my spit.
I roll it inside her, reaching every crevice and providing pleasure that she couldn't even imagine.
"Ahhhhhnggg~~! I'm cummingggg, thank youu Master!"
I released my tongue out as she squirted her juiced all over.
"How dare you cum without my permission? Do you want to get punished and ravaged like a bitch?"
However, just as she was about to respond as the slut she was; came the knock.
Three sharp raps against the oak door. Firm. Urgent.
I glanced at Eloise. Her eyes flickered open. "What is it?"
"I'll see," I murmured.
Wrapping a cloak around my shoulders, I opened the door to find Benwick, his face pale in the torchlight.
"My lord," he said, breath short, "a royal delegation has arrived."
I blinked. "At this hour?"
"They bear the crest of Count Richard."
That drew my full attention. The Count—the one man who held the reins above me in this region. And he had sent men in the dead of night? That was no casual visit.
"Where are they?"
"At the estate gates. They've made camp but requested an audience at dawn."
"I see. Wake the staff. Prepare breakfast, polish the hall, and post guards at every entrance. I want everything pristine."
Benwick nodded and turned on his heel, already barking orders to a nearby servant.
I turned back inside. Eloise sat up, the sheets wrapped around her, eyes wary. "What happened?"
"Politics," I muttered. "Count Richard's men are here."
She frowned. "Do you think they're here for trouble?"
"Not yet. But we must act as though they are. Unfortunately, or fortunately for you, looks I won't be able to punish you today."
She smiled at me as she uncovered some of the sheets to reveal her pink pussy and plump and voluptuous bubble butt as she spread her legs, "You can ravage me anytime you want, my Master."
By the time dawn broke, the entire estate was alive. Servants scrubbed the walls. Banners were unfurled, repainted, and rehung. The stables were cleaned till the floors gleamed. Benwick took charge of logistics with his usual zeal, barking orders left and right, while I drafted decrees and handed off new contracts to Marlowe and his merchant staff. They were to distribute fine fabrics, spice packs, and artisan goods to the villagers—free of charge.
Benwick had moved swiftly—tapestries were dusted, dishes prepared, guards polished in their armor. I had dressed in my finest dark-blue ensemble, lined with gold stitching. Appearances mattered.
The gates opened as the sun crested the hills. Five riders entered, each clad in silver-and-green livery. At their head rode a middle-aged man with sharp eyes and a pinched mouth: Ser Garris, the Count's seneschal.
He dismounted and bowed lightly. "Lord Cedric. I bear tidings and terms from Count Richard of Rinaldi."
"Welcome to my estate, Ser Garris. Come, break fast with me."
We led them into the hall, where servants stood ready. Breads, meats, and fruits lined the table. We sat, and for a moment, the room was filled only with the clinking of goblets.
Once the formalities were over, Ser Garris cleared his throat. "The Count has taken interest in the resurgence of your baronetcy. Trade reports, village records, and mercantile rumors have found their way to his court."
"I hope they pleased him," I replied with a polite smile.
"He is… intrigued." Ser Garris sipped his wine. "He wishes to ensure your loyalty remains intact. A noble house regaining momentum must be aligned firmly with the throne."
So that was it. Richard wanted assurance I wasn't about to become a thorn in his side.
I leaned back. "You'll find my records clean. Taxes will be delivered on time. Trade will be shared. Loyalty… will be demonstrated."
"We require it in more than words." He produced a sealed scroll. "The Count requests a delegation of his auditors to remain here for a fortnight—to oversee compliance, meet with your staff, and verify documentation."
A test. A subtle threat. A move to remind me who held the leash.
"Of course," I said smoothly. "They shall be hosted well. And I trust they'll find our books immaculate."
Ser Garris's lips twitched. "Good. He also sends a gift."
He motioned, and one of the riders stepped forward, presenting a small chest. Inside were coins, a finely engraved dagger, and a bottle of red wine.
"Tokens of recognition," Garris added.
The message was clear. The dagger said, 'Don't cross us.' The wine said, 'We watch.' The gold… that was just butter.
As the meal ended, I escorted the group outside.
The auditors—three middle-aged clerks with calculating eyes—were already speaking with Benwick and taking notes.
'Shit, I thought the Count was a chill guy, but I guess any noble wouldn't want to have any dethroning. But then again, this is also a good opportunity, not only are the Count's men here, but also men of behalf of the Crown. Perhaps if we perform well enough, I might get some more land and maybe a higher title.'
Back in my chambers, I paced as Eloise watched from the balcony.
"You handled that well," she said.
"For now. But this is just the beginning. Richard's watching. And I need to be ready for whatever comes next."
Because the game had changed. The Crown was aware.
And it was time I played to win.
However, there were some notifications I needed to get to; notifications that would definitely help impress.
Ding!
『Congratulations! You have elevated your title from "Ruined House" to "Rising Power!"
+200 P』
Ding!
『Congratulations! You gained 3 C-Class subjects and 5 D-Class subjects!
+350 P』
Ding!
『Congratulations! You have dominated the 'Ember Hand' Eloise!
+200 P』
Ding!
『Congratulations! You have dominated a subject (Eloise) with A-Class potential!
+500P』
『How would you like to use your points?
Points: 1250
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'Hehehehehe! This is perfect... Looks like investing on them all paid off, especially Eloise, I knew there was somethin special about her.'
I grinned widely while looking at the screen displayed before me.
'With this, I'll be able to soar, gain power, rise in strength... and mainly; grope many more busty women!'