Nobility, Titles & Royalty [LazyKitsune]

[Lorielle]

Atop a singular bluff surrounded by vast plains, a majestic academy stood. Commanding all who looked up at it to revere and worship it. A grand temple in dedication to the Goddess, its life began as simply The Rise. Its solitary location made it the perfect getaway for scholars of the faith to hone their craft, slowly building out the temple into a place of learning for people of the faith. But this solitude wouldnt last. Members of the faith, along with their healing magicks were proficent warriors in their own right. Those who could not defend themselves would begin to settle the lowlands surrounding the Rise's bluff. Townsfolk and peasants began to flood in, seeking the church's protection. Fleeing bandits, monsters, the beastmen and even persecution from the empire. The downtrodden began to flock to the rumored grandeur of The Rise, a place of beauty, plenty and peace. Soon enough a bustling town had sprung up around the base of the bluff, called The Rest by many who would come to shelter in the shadow of the Rise.

But this attention would only draw the eye of the Empire of Vohenland. While they had at least a cooperative relationship to the church, the late Emperor Herman Von Lidringen would at least try to subordinate the church to his authority. He would not suffer any claimants to this "Absolute" authority. Thus from grand temple did the Rise become a royal academy. Remained to Falko Academy and under the supervision of the church, Herman Von Lidringen thought introducing the secular teachings of his empire would erode the church's power, but over the course of his reign, the church would simply rise higher and higher as graduates of the Academy came out of their school with a deep appreciation for the Goddess and her teachings.

Falko would even eventually accept not Empire citizenry, students from the neighboring kingdoms, who all owed some fealty to the church spiritually, were permitted to attend as long as they did so in good faith. Under the watchful eye of the church Falko maintained a sort of peace on the continent. But times were changing, the Emperor Herman Von Lodringen was dead, long live the Emperor Luther Von Lidringen.

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Squeals of pleasure and the rhythmic slapping of wet flesh fills your ears as you look down at your bed, gleaming orange hair fills the sheets as you pound the poor woman underneath you into next week. Her cries of devotion and ecstasy fill your ears. "Brother~ Brother~" She grips your back tightly as you keep filling her with your cock, her cunt moulded by you over the course of many days to be perfectly compatible with you. You were just about ready to fill her again with your seed, when you hear the door open up behind you. A dropping of silverware and a scream follows. That damned maid. If it wasnt for her...

Your daydream fades out as you look out somewhat bored to a crowd. You'd agreed to teach at Falko some days ago and today was the Mid-Autumn festival. One of the rare moments were boys and girls in the academy were permitted to co-mingle. But also one of the rare moments where you werent alone with your girls. The church has acquiesced to your demands about using the control collars acknowledging that your skill on the battlefield meant that there was something to your claims about using the collars to better improve the student's combat capabilities. The Church Templars were good, but you could easily run laps around them. Well almost all of them. A few of their Grand Templars might give you a run for your money, but one in particular, the Holy Hospitaller, a beauty in her own right and a master with the bow. Some say she's the second coming of the goddess made manifest. Her kindness and her skill on the battlefield attesting to that, but all you could think about is wrapping her rather plump lips around your cock and watching that silvery white hair spill out from its tightly held ponytail.

But as you looked out on the crowd of students, you can spot the gleam of orange that was so familiar to you. Katherine Von Lidringen sat somewhat towards the middle of the women's section, listening intently to the High Bishop's words as she dedicates the festival to the goddess. Katherine was practically glowing, a clear cut above many of the other students, besides her was the little beastly princess who's mother you happily defiled. This is your first time seeing Zohra in person, but she was wearing your control collar like many of the other students in your class, the only one not wearing it was Katherine, either she had taken it off prior to the ceremony or she had forgotten to put it on. But as your eyes trace over your daughter's features you cant help but feel your cock stir for just a moment, Her mother, your half-sister.. and now her something was certainly pulling at you to make her another notch in your belt--

"And now our newest professor shall give a few words. Please give him a warm welcome." The high bishop says as she turns to you and gestures for you to come up to the pulpit. A somewhat devilish look on her face, you werent told you'd be giving a speech today...

Name: Rayner
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Appearance:

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Perks:
Arms Master - Rayner has mastered multiple weapons, fighting styles and battle strategies. He's developed a reputation for being an absolute beast on the battlefield for a reason.
Magical Secrets - Rayner has learned to use influencing magics in subtle ways. Hypnosis, suggestion spells, memory spells, lust spells and a variety of illusions are all at his fingertips. Yet as he presents as a more martial sort and never uses his abilities in an identifiable way, no one expects him to be a spellcaster, meaning no one is mentally prepared for his talents.
Insidious Charm - Despite being a rotten bastard, Rayner is well liked in most places he goes to. A part of that is because much of his perversion happens behind closed doors, but also because he has learned to present himself well from his training while raised within the Imperial family. To add to this, he often has a minor charm glamour going on at all times to make people respond better to his presence.
Flaws:
Forbidden Magic - Rayner's Dark Magic is forbidden by the Church, the very institution he now works for. He needs to make sure his abilities remain secret, at all costs.
Sadistic Deviant - Rayner's darker impulses drive him. He is motivated by finding ways to turn anyone he likes into his plaything, especially if that person is a noble. All his actions will invariable serve this goal in the long run.

Background:

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A royal bastard in more than one sense, Rayner was born the son of the late Emperor of Vohenland, Herman Von Lidringen. Inheriting neither land, nor title, nor family name, Rayner lived his early years as a glorified squire to his spoiled half-siblings. He grew to detest the nobility, feeling like they stole his very life from him while treating the world around them with disdain. This environment nurtured a darkness within him, one which shaped the cynical world views of his adulthood and the belief that anyone, regardless of lineage or title, was fair game for being dragged down into the dirt and made to grovel. The one thing his upbringing did provide for him that he was grateful for was his skills. Being a similar height and weight to his eldest siblings, Rayner was the default sparring partner for all of their exercises - but unlike his siblings who the instructors treated delicately for fear of repercussions from their father, Rayner saw no special treatment. And so, almost by accident, he received first hand combat training from the best instructors the Empire could afford. While his eldest half-brother, the future Emperor of Vohenland, Luther Von Lidringen, was none too happy with how Rayner developed a clear lead over him in their sparring sessions, this marked skill also gave Rayner the position of instructing his young half-siblings too - a position he found he enjoyed a little too much. His training of his half-sister, Charlotte Von Lidringen, was unusually cruel and relentless. He seemed to enjoy making her squirm, punishing her, taking certain liberties with how he handled her body. Eventually he was able to train her entirely, usurping the intended pecking order and making his half-sister, the princess of the Empire, his personal little fuck pet in secret.

Eventually this perversion of his role was discovered, the whole ordeal considered far too shameful for the imperial family and so it was covered up. Rayner did not go unpunished however. While he was spared an execution, he was punished with the loss of his eye and cast out from the family entirely with a penalty of death upon him should he ever return. Far from having learned his lesson, this turned Rayner into a more sadistic beast that was now let loose upon the world at large. Not just Vohenland, but the neighbouring nations as well. He built up a reputation for himself as a skilled mercenary and in time he crossed paths with his half-brother again. Though the two could hardly have been said to have gotten along, Rayner proved himself an invaluable asset on the battlefield. When eventually Herman Von Lidringen passed away, Luther ascended to the throne and opened up an avenue for Rayner to work with the Empire once again - although under the provision that he never see Charlotte again. While he accepted this with a smile, Rayner felt the familiar sting of being told what he could and couldn't do by a noble brat. He devised a plan to get some revenge for his own personal gratification. Over the years of being a mercenary, Rayner's skills hadn't stopped growing. In fact, he had picked up new talents. Dark magics discovered from the layers of cultists he had slain that he found he had some small talent for casting. He honed his craft, focusing on areas of mental manipulation and control that best suited his desires and now had array of subtle magics at his disposal that had served him well both on and off the battlefield. When time came for his half-brother to wed - a political marriage arranged with a vassal kingdom and a woman he had barely a chance to meet - Rayner sought out Luther's bride to be the night before their wedding day and with a mix of his cunning, charms and dark magic he found himself in her bed, using one final spell to guarantee that his seed take within her. The future heir to the Empire would be of Rayner's lineage, not Luther's, though Luther was free to do the hard work of raising the child unaware of its true parentage.

As the years went by, Rayner continued to hone his skills and build his reputation. He led several different mercenary groups, but for various reasons would often move on after a year or two to begin a new venture, never fully satisfied with what he had. Occasionally his half-brother would call upon his services again. There was a military campaign in a foreign nation - a kingdom of beast folk - that Rayner particularly enjoyed taking part in. The combatants were different from what he was used too, more primal and feral and experts at using the jungle they lived in to their advantage, which made the fights more exhilarating. But the best part was the conquest. Though his deeds would not be recorded in any history books as a mere mercenary, it was Rayner himself who slew the king of these people. He didn't need the recognition in books, however. He got his reward from the queen, who he defiled upon the king's bed, upon the throne, in the stables, anywhere he saw fit. Eventually he had to release her as Luther decided her daughter would be a better hostage and ward to ensure future peaceful relations, however Rayner at least left her with a passing gift. Its not every day that you get to knock up a queen, after all.

He spent little time in the presence of his daughter - barely enough to see small pieces of her life growing up. Fortunately in looks it seems she was taking after her beautiful mother. Unfortunately it also seemed she had adopted some of Luther's rigidness and authoritativeness. Truthfully, Rayner gave her little thought at the time, other than the gratification of having thwarted Luther's precious bloodline. That was until her name, Katherine Von Lidrigen, came up in the most unexpected of circumstances.

Rayner didn't travel deep into the central parts of the continent often, where the Church's strength was at its highest. He found those sorts to pious and stuffy. Not to mention if they found out he practiced dark magics he would likely be tried and convicted as a heretic. Though occasionally a job paid to well to pass up, so he found himself near the heart of the Church's power one day when he overheard his daughter's name. It seems the very bandits he had come to slay were in the process of attacking a group of young women. All dressed in some very cute, matching uniforms. And among them was his daughter, all grown up now. Perhaps even more beautiful than her mother. Not that there weren't lookers among the others. Rarely had he seen such a collection of hotties in one place before. He had half a mind to join in with the bandits to capture these girls and spend the following evenings passing them around, but in the end he decided he wasn't in the mood for sharing right now. Too much hassle and mess. So he moved to the aide of the women and helped them fight off their attackers.

One woman among them, a holy woman, seemed to be in charge, and thanked Rayner after he came to their aide. Turned out this priestess was the head of Falko Academy, a Church institution that held much respect in not just the Empire but the neighbouring nations as well. Her name was Arda, and to tell the truth, Rayner had a hard time focusing on what she was saying given just how much enjoyed looking at her body. Such motherly curves, delicate feature, a gentle and shapely beauty that was practically begging to be shoved into the dirt and rutted until his cock replaced her Goddess in her heart. It was when Katherine joined in the conversation, recognising Rayner as the mercenary captain that her "father" relied upon for many important campaigns. It seemed she had no clue of their blood relation, even as supposed uncle and niece. It seemed even despite agreeing to work together again, Luther was set on continuing their father's plan of erasing Rayner's history with the imperial family. Her words seemed to bring an idea to Arda, who explained that she would not normally be out in the field with the students like this, but the academy was sadly short staffed at the moment. She offered that Rayner return to the academy with her where they could discuss the possibility of him joining as an instructor.

At first he was going to refuse, but then after a few moments of consideration, this sounded like it could be a much more comfortable, easier job than he had in the past... and it put a bunch of hot, impressionable young women under his authority once again. He agreed to come along with Arda and once they were in private he made his terms clear. He would teach here, provided he could teach his way, and he needed certain assurances that things would go smoothly. Control collars, a type of magic rarely, if ever, seen to be used with good intentions. It was a remnant of the slave trade that was once prominent among these lands before the Church abolished it and outlawed slavery. Rayner stated that he would require the girls to wear custom made collars during their lectures to ensure an orderly learning environment, and in the field so that his commands would be reacted to immediately to make up for their inexperience in life or death situations. After much discussion on the matter, Arda eventually agreed, although the collars in question were designed to apply a much weaker hold than traditional control collars and were made more comfortable to wear, designed as chokers to fit within the style of the academy's uniform. They could be removed at any time, they would not be capable of enforcing an illegal action and they would not control the minds of the wearers. Rayner accepted and even proposed some of these terms eagerly. It mattered little to him if the collars were weaker or not. His knowledge of forbidden magic gave him avenues to strengthen them further for each girl with time. Then their real education can begin.

Turn Ons: Hypnosis, domination, incest, forced, pet play, cock worship, bimbofication, secret relationships
Turn Offs: Gore, vore, scat, pedo

Notable NPCs:

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Name: Katherine Von Lidringen
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Perks:
Strategic Thinker
Inspirational Presence
Focused Mind
Flaws:
Task Master
Secret Romantic

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Name: Zohra
Age: 19
Gender: Female

Perks:
Keen Senses -
Enhanced Reflexes
Exotic Beauty
Trained Hunter
Flaws:
Sensitive Ears and Tail
Heat
Foreign Customs

[Lazy Kitsune]

I feel an itch behind my eyepatch, one that always comes when I'm reminded of what I suffered simply when I dared step above the station they tried to limit me to - to claim what clearly so desperately wanted me to claim it. Fuck, it and it was such a nice little daydream too. Though I'd rather the real thing. A lot of pious nuns around here, but there's one or two serving ladies that I think would be down for a little fun. Not to mention some of the other teachers. Or students for that matter, but that might take a little work. Though I had got started on that already. I've dabbled in using control collars a few times before - though the only occasion I've shared with the Church on that matter has been with corralling more dangerous prisoners of war. I also made up a few stories about using it to train new recruits when I was expecting them to see action sooner than usual. Bit of a white lie that. I probably would have done something like it if I didn't have a better say in who I brought with me for work. Seems most of my class were still wearing their collars. Sweet Katherine wasn't. That wasn't an issue, as long as she wore it for her lectures or missions. That beast girl that was always hanging around by her side... now that's someone I didn't expect to see when I came to the academy. The wild princess, wearing one of my collars. Like mother, like daughter I suppose.

Goddess's tits, how long is this speech going to go on for. Bloody Church festivals... I thought the point of having a party was to fill it with booze and whores. There are plenty of fine young things around, yet not one of them will suck my cock for a couple of coppers. They don't know how to have fun around here. Still, sounds like the holy broad is coming to a close now and-

That cheeky bitch!

I did not expect the High Bishop herself to have a mischievous streek to her. I'll have to pay her back for that someday. Well, if she wants to make the mistake of letting me speak to everyone, on her head be it. Putting on a smile as I step forward, I give a nod to the High Bishop and move towards the pulpit. Fuck... just looking out at all these people here... what a fucking waste of time. What are the people in the back going to do, try and guess what I'm saying? Ah well, I'm here now aren't I?

I give the crowd a wave as I begin. "Thank you! Thank you! It's so wonderful to be here and to be welcomed by you all... and, er...." I turn, gesturing to the High Bishop "And thank you to Your Holiness for giving me the chance to speak today." I clear my throat and turn my attention back to the crowd. "It's a great honour to be here today. Can't say its ever the kind of place I expected to be. My life's been more one of violence and coin. Blood and the sword. I never put much stock in my future. But it seems the Church has seen something in me that I couldn't see in myself. A way where I can give back. To the very nobles that made my livelihood possible. And not just the nobility, either. One thing I really like about this place is that you get all sorts here. Now that! That's worth a prayer or two, don't you all think? A place where people can be equal no matter where they come from or how they live outside of here. So when I see that... and, now... word of warning, but I'm going to swear here. I'm a very crass man and if you've met me before you'll know that, but I think seeing as the High Bishop herself invited me up to speak I think we can call this some Divinely excused language." I turn back to the High Bishop, giving her a grin. "Can I get that double checked with the Goddess on that? A brief little all words approved for my speech. Awesome, thanks!" Turning back to the crowd, I clear my throat again. "Now, where was I? Right! So when I see that, I think 'Fucking Hell'! Where has this been all my life? If this even playing field can be waiting for us in the Goddess's tits- bosom! I mean bosom!" I hold up my hand quickly as I correct myself before returning to my speech. "I may be pardoned for some bad language, but I'm sure that might be a bit too forward for the Goddess. Classy lady like that you've got to be respectful to. Treat her right. Bad news gents, I would teach classes on how to do that, but I'm mostly teaching women so... maybe if you catch me off duty, I can give you a pointer or two."

I wave my hand dismissively before continuing. "So, before I get side tracked more, the point is, what I see here made me really believe... in something more than just... the way I lived my life before. Now, I know not everyone here worships the Goddess, this is a very open academy and I think that's very kind and welcoming of the Church. So to be clear, I'm not talking about belief in the Goddess, when I say that. But belief in us. In myself. In others. And most importantly, in your future! Cus I didn't have something like this when I was hitting adulthood. No, I got thrown to the wolves. Figuratively and literally. You lot, now you lot have been given something very special here. And when I saw all that, now... how could I possibly turn down this job? That'd be like turning down the Goddess herself. And... now I'm sure the High Bishop will take issue with my choice of words here, but I'm also sure she'll completely agree with my sentiment, if the Goddess herself asks you on a date, you sure as shit say yes. I hope my divinely appointed language approval allows for shit. Should do. It comes out of everyone's butts. Everyone's and everything's. The Goddess wouldn't make something come out of absolutely all of creation's butts if she didn't want us to say something about it."

I glance back over to the High Bishop before continuing again. "I'm getting a feeling that I'm rapidly approaching smiting territory here, so I'll wrap up quickly. Not all of you may get to experience my training first hand. But those that do, know this. I'm going to be tough on you. I'm going to push you. But its because I know you can be pushed. I know you can reach great hights. I'm going to make sure you leave here ready to take your future head on. Because I'm going to be putting my all into your training. And I hope you'll do the same on your end." I give a decisive nod, followed by a slightly less decisive one. "That's all." I say, stepping back and away from the pulpit.

[Lorielle]

Many of the students whisper to one another when they see you step up to the pulpit. The light was heavy on your face, bearing down on you and forcing you to squint. But overcome the discomfort and hand out the first initial words of your speech. Many of the students at least seem intrigued that such an... uncouth invidual like yourself was chosen for the role, but the students of your class, the Crimson Sunset, knew the truth and even saw you in battle. They listen somewhat more intently and are not as quick to laugh off what you have to say. Especially when you start moving into your "Divinely approved" language.

When you turn to the high bishop you can see their golden hair flare out at the ends as she realizes she's made somewhat of a blunder thinking she could have cowed you into making a somewhat non-committal speech. But you turned back around before she could admonish you with any pointed and hushed words. But as your speech continues its at least clear to you that your speech was much more fun than the bishop's. Students from the other classes seem to be listening quite enthusiastically, though your own students seem to be a bit more quizzical. Katherine in particular leans back in her chair and folds her arms with a skeptical look on her face. Maybe she didnt buy your, "humble" beginnings rhetoric.

But moving on the student body does get a good laugh out of your freudian slip, though more the boys did than the girls, not to mention most of the faculty rather detested the jest. You can hear a exapserated huff come out from the Bishop behind you, her heel clicking against the stage. You can practically feel a second sun against your back as her rage builds to a boiling point. Your second glance back at the bishop does you no favors as you can see despite her calm demeanor she was on the verge of bursting a blood vessel in her head.

But your speech finishing on a note about your belief in the people here rather than simply the goddess' grace granting everyone here greatness seems to be rather resonant for a good number of students. Maybe it was the sort of thing many of the more impressionable students needed to hear, one student in your class, Elspeth, seems to take to your words rather warmly despite dressing in some more traditional church garb. As your speech presses forward and you turn your speech's attention to the rest of the Sunset specifically they seem to perk up. They were all here to learn from the best, and for the most part they seemed energized to have such a great warrior teaching them. All but your dear daughter seems convinced at least on the surface. Well maybe all not all of them a rather busty blonde who was wearing a skirt that was somewhat too high seemed to be staring off into space like you were just moments ago. Her command collar was on, but she seems to have added a cute heart-shaped gem to it that makes it gleam in the light. Did she think she received a free accessory from the Academy?

Stepping away from the pulpit you draw a deathly glare from the High Bishop who steps back up to the pulpit to announce the beginning of the festivities. Off to the side of the state where the other faculty were was the head priestess of the academy. She gave you a wave and a smile as you walk off the stage along with the other faculty members who were beginning to file off the stage. "That was quite the speech, i can see how you drew so many warriors to your merry band." The head priestess says. "And im sorry about the High Bishop's antics, I have a feeling she quite disapproves of my approval of your ascension of our ranks, but i wouldnt pay her much mind, but do be sure to not cause too much of a ruckus with her either, Falko depends on the Rise as much as the Rise depends on Falko." The head priestess says before following some of the other faculty members off the stage leaving you one of the last to step off.

Down at the bottom you see Katherine and small entourage of other students behind her. Her attendants maybe? Zhora was beside her too but was looking around. "Thrown to the wolves. Hmph, you expect people to believe that?" Katherine initiates take a step toward you. Despite being maybe a foot shorter than you, you can feel her royal aura exuding off of her. "I recognized your bladework that day," She squints. "It was impressive, too impressive for some commoner, you're just some upstart noble like the rest of us. Or worse a disgraced one. You'd do well to not lie to your future Empress." She glares at you for a moment giving a moment to respond if you had a rebuttal, before storming off with her entourage. Zhora lingers for a moment however giving you a once over before following the last parts of Katherine's entourage.

Well you were free for now, you get to know for fellow faculty, or your students, or maybe mingle with the parts you havent had a chance to mingle with, like the other classes, or the members of the Rise's temple staff.

Name: Katherine Von Lidringen
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Perks:
Strategic Thinker - Katherine has a good mind for battle already and is able to assess enemy strengths very well. Despite her limited battle experience, she is quite adept at thinking on her feet and coming up with effective plans of action.
Inspirational Presence - Allies that fight near Katherine tend to fight better, inspired by her fighting in the frontlines.
Focused Mind - Katherine has a strong will, making her able to focus on complex tasks for longer than most and helping her resist mental influences better than others. Of course, even her mind can't resist forever.
Flaws:
Task Master - Katherine can get a little hyper focused on what needs to be done, struggling to find time to relax or take it easy. While she can work longer than most without issue, she's also less inclined to take breaks when she needs them, leading to her occasionally getting burned out. She may also push others to push themselves a similar extent which can cause irritation among the students during downtime.
Background: Katherine is very aware of the burden of one day being Empress. She is bold, ambitious and very studious. Her mind is often plagued with worries about the Empire's stability and diplomatic relations with its neighbours and she's not overly happy with the growing influence and authority of the Church, respecting it as an institution but considering it to be overextending its reach. Ultimately she wants to do what is best for the people, but is politically savvy enough to understand that that won't necessarily be easy, or well liked. She wants to make the most of her time at the academy, inspired by tales of Zohra's home. She wants to be the type of leader that could be as self sufficient and capable as anyone in her army - wanting to lead by the frontlines if it comes to it. As a result, she's prepared to undergo whatever gruelling training might be necessary to get there as long as she can see results, but will be less tolerable of a professor that doesn't seem to be getting the best out of her.

Name: Zohra
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Perks:
Keen Senses - Zohra can smell and hear at a greater range than a human, given her bestial qualities.
Enhanced Reflexes - While not a match to an especially honed warrior, Zohra has an innate advantage when it comes to her reflexes and can react quickly and nimbly to danger.
Exotic Beauty - Zohra is a beauty from another land who naturally draws the eye. Though she does not choose to flaunt her looks, her attire is naturally revealing. If she can be convinced to use this to her advantage, she would make for a great distraction. Or bargaining chip.
Trained Hunter - Though a princess where she is from, she still participated in hunting from an early age. Her people believe their leaders should be as self sufficient as anyone else, and therefore she's naturally skilled at hunting and gathering her own food, giving her tracking, trap making and bow skills.
Flaws:
Sensitive Ears and Tail - Zohra's animalistic features are particularly sensitive. Though she considers it embarrassing, she enjoys them being petted and played with. If they are grabbed or toyed with, it could hinder her ability to fight or think clearly.
Heat - Every so often, Zohra enters into heat. Her means of dealing with this on her own have grown less effective as she's grown older. She's yet to seek out a male to help with her needs, though if one were to make advances on her while she was in heat, she would have a hard time refusing.
Foreign Customs - Though she has spent a handful of years in the Empire, the language is still relatively new to her as well as a great deal of local customs. She often doesn't understand expressions and innuendos. This could lead to her occasionally making social faux pas or being particularly naïve to deceptions that play upon her lack of local experience.

Background: Zohra is a princess in all but name at the moment. Her people were conquered by Vohenland when she was very young. She was hiding when her palace was captured and managed to escape the more brutal aspects of the war. At the time she vowed vengeance upon whoever it was that killed her father and defiled her mother, though she had no way of knowing who that was. Her home was made a vassel state to the empire and she was taken as a political hostage of sorts and moved in with the Imperial family. She was surprised by how well she was treated there, living more as a guest than a prisoner. Though the fact that she had been relocated in order to secure her home's peace and obedience never left her mind, she found herself baring no ill will to the heir to the empire, Katherine Von Lidringen. The two became good friends over the years, sparking hope that one day genuine and equal peace can be had between their two nations when they both ascend to their respective thrones. Though she is not of local nobility nor of a nation devoted to the Church, she accompanied Katherine to Falko academy as an equal student, eager to grow in a similar measure to her counterpart so that they may be equals as rulers too one day.

[Lazy Kitsune]

I make sure the High Bishop can see my grin as I step away. She could do with taking that stick out of her ass. And maybe replacing it with something more fun. Still, maybe it was a good thing I got to make my speech. It helped me make an impression on the students. I was going to be spending most of my time with the girls, which worked plenty fine for me, but if I inspired a couple of the lads to work on becoming real men then I suppose that counts as doing my good deed for the day. And hopefully by being so bold I've encouraged people to be a lot less stuffy around here. Don't get me wrong, its nice and all, but the Church does like its sensibilities a bit too much. Fortunately with my speech out of the way, I'm able to step out of the way of the High Bishop's scorching glare and into the eyes of a much more welcoming warmth coming from Arda, the academy's high priestess. I return her smile back to her, clasping one hand around the other as I give my shoulders a quick flex, shaking of the stiffness in my muscles of standing around for so long. At least some people in the Church were as easy enough to get along with as they were easy on the eye.

"Yeah, well, niceness and politeness are all well and good for politics and courtly intrigue, and I can do that if I really have to, but I prefer a more upfront approach. Sometimes that bluntness can come across as crass in... ah... unaccustomed circles, but when it comes to dealing with warriors its best to be blunt. Makes it clear what you need in a fight and how badly you need it." I follow Arda down and away from the stage only to be intercepted by the appearance of Katherine and her pet beast folk - as well as some nobodies not even worth a drunken quickie. Sheesh... what has Luther done to this poor girl. Yapyapyapyapyap... fuck... need to teach her how to shut up first. For her own sake.

"And you'll do well not to talk to your professor that way while you're a student at this academy." I say, sternly but calmly. "I hate to break it to you, princess, but most the best fighters aren't going to be nobles. I've picked up training from all over and yeah, some of that was from the same kinds of folk that train noble brats like you. But most of it has been from fighting for my life, so don't compare me to some noble knight because my experience puts me a good bit above that. Just ask your dear dad. He never could beat me in a fight. Fair or otherwise. But he probably doesn't talk about that, does he?" I wave my hand off to the side and start walking off. "Not that it matters, believe what you like. As long as you pay attention during your lessons. I'm not about to tolerate slackers, no matter who their daddy is."

She's lucky she's not Luther's actual daughter. Should be some hope for her yet that I can shape her into a real worry. Might just take some special discipline from her real daddy first.

For now, I had a bit of free time. No point checking out the other classes. I still had my own girls to get to know properly first. Though there might be a point in meeting the other teachers. Find some people who are here for the academy and not the Church. Might be people worth getting to know.

[Lorielle]

You can see Katherine clench her jaw, the strain showing clear through as you describe how you managed to work your to the top of the mercenary ladder by the sweat of your own brow. There was truth to your words though. Besides yourself and some members of the Vohenland's elite to crush local uprisings, bandit problems, and the occasional clandestine raid. Your life has been nothing but war and blood, especially by the hands of Luther who as far as you knew portrayed himself the enlightened ruler, keeping his hands clean to shout about the clarity of his rule and how good the citizens of the empire had it. His 'daughter' clearly believed in this image when you insult the knights of the empire who in their shiny parade armor never saw a scratch or dent to tarnish the lovely gilding that could feed a family for years.

"You might be my professor, but you're clearly not fit for the role, a man like you should know to have tact." You can see her want to snarl almost, her aggressiveness feels a little reminiscent... almost like a younger you. "But when im Empress, my realm will have no need for men like you, making a living through the blood of others. Hmph." With that she refused to give you the final word. Stomping off with a certain elegance that would be charming if it wasnt infuriatingly graceful.

But for now you decide look into the faculty, As far as you know there are a couple other teachers who will be teaching the Sunsetters in elective classes not as their main professor. The pair were talking with a few other faculty members in a rather large group but you can see the pair of them talking mostly to other professors, mostly nuns who were former templars, that were allowed to teach the girls.

One was an older woman, mid to late 40s with her hair done up in a rather extravagant manner, if you didnt know better you'd say she is one of those women who'd suck your cock for a few silvers. You call her name being Anneliese Von Richter a rather wealthy noblewoman from a famous port city. She maintained rather strong business connections for the crown, but she's rather adept in black magics as well, though given youve never seen her in a fight she could be all talk no bite. But you get the feeling that her haughty attitude isnt entirely unearned.

Anneliese Von Richter

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The other woman beside her was unknown to you. She certainly didnt seem like the typical member of the staff, she had a foreign air about her. Her eyes move between Anneliese and the crowd but as you get closer she spots your presence immediately. She gives you a curt nod, but has an otherwise neutral expression as you approach. You recall her name being Kim Song-Na, but the others seem to just call her Song.

Kim Song-Na

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"My oh my, quite an entrance for a professor. Where did they dig you up from?" Anneliese seems to have noticed that Song noticed you coming by, "But you probably impressed someone, given our little circle is so.. tight-knit. Anneliese Von Richter, im sure you've heard of me." She extends a hand out to you, her smile all but genuine.

"Professor." Song nods at you acknowledging you. "We were discussing lesson plans, and it seems you've decided to take an unorthodox method to teaching your students. I noticed the chokers." She says her brow furrows somewhat, though you dont sense any particular malice.

"Chokers? Song are you sure those girls werent just expressing some sorta new fashion?" Anneliese chuckles. "But yes, Seeing as you're taking over the Sunset's curriculum i thought you could enlighten us to what you plan to do with them."

[Lazy Kitsune]

There were certainly prizes amongst the teaching staff to be had as well. Anneliese looked about ready to bend over before I'd even said hello. I get the sense that if I get a drink or two into her then any late night lecture planning we do together could get very lively indeed. Fuck, those were some nice tits. Hopefully she's not too annoying to talk too, it'd be a damn shame to have to put up with some mouthy bitch just to spend time with those delicious melons. Song definitely wasn't mouthy, but I couldn't size her up much more than that. It was an attitude I recognised from working as a mercenary. Plenty of women with more seasoned combat experience would adopt it. Of course, a small amount of applying my charms... and other talents... often helped remind those warriors how to be women again. I would certainly enjoy doing just the same to this exotic beauty. I return her nod as I approach and join the group.

"Better I ruffle a few feathers than fade into the background like the stuffy furniture around here." I say to Anneliese, taking her hand into mine softly before bowing forward lightly to place a kiss upon it. "Though its true that I'm certainly capable of being charming when the situation calls for it, like being in the presence of a beautiful woman."

Song seemed to offer up a topic of conversation to sour the mood, though it showed that she was observant enough to match my assessment of her so far. "Oh? Yes, that was all discussed with the Church. Consider it a safety precaution of sorts. Making up for a lack of discipline and coordination that you tend to get with young, ambitious nobles. Only once I'm confident they wont need them anymore will I be comfortable getting rid of them. But for lesson plans, well... I meant what I said in my speech. I'm going to push them. It'll be tough, sometimes. I need to show them what their limits are so they can work on overcoming them. I understand the academy sometimes sends students out to aid local communities with beasts and bandits and the like. I've seen one such outing first hand. Wasn't going all too well before I showed up. But despite its poor execution, I think its a good idea. Real life experience will build them up faster than sticking to just lectures and play fights. I'll probably take on additional missions for the Crimson Sunset. In fact I was going to speak to Arda about what ones were available now. I think I want to cap off my first proper week of training them with a field exercise. Then I'll have a clearer idea of just how much work they need getting done. Each of them are probably going to have different obstacles holding them back, so I suspect they'll benefit from as much group training as they will one on one exercises. Though that's something to create time for after the first lecture."

[Lorielle]

"Stuffy furniture Hah!" Anneliese nearly chokes on her glass of wine, as you kiss her hand she seems to be a little taken aback, but blushes. "Well you certainly wont be forgotten anytime soon Mr. Rayner." She says with a smile as Song brings up the collars.

Your initial explanation does seem to make any marked change in Song's expression or demeanor towards you, even if youve gotten the church's approval and explain your methodology she doesnt let on if she approves or disapproves though you see a slightly glimmer in her eye when you mention taking the students out for live combat experience. You get an affirmative nod and you can see her lips curl at the edges.

"Yes i agree, many of the students here are much too soft. Mock fights only really go so far. Maybe then we can have a little competition? I'm sure my students were up to the task, i've been training them for the last six months. If you're as legendary as they say maybe theres some merit to your methods." She suggests.

"Oh hey now, you can just decide that on your own Song. Ugh, i guess my own kids wont be getting a break during the festivities." Anneliese sighs. "Well we can bring it up with Arda later, but tell me Rayner, what actually made you say yes to joining our little cadre. Ive met so many men like you." She runs a hand up along your arm, feeling out the muscles as she purrs. " They're always so adventurous and fiercely protective of their independence, the ungrateful bunch, but you. Well settling down in a stuffy old acadmey doesnt seem like the sorta thing men like you often make. Though... i can maybe make a guess why." She smiles at you again, her eyes fluttering as she does. Her breath already somewhat reeks of wine, but its not the only thing that seems to stink.

[Lazy Kitsune]

It seems I may be having my way with Annelise sooner than expected. If only slightly. If she kept reacting like this to my charms then I should by all means continue to lay them upon her. Even Song seems to approve of what I say next... or at least part of it, its difficult to gauge her overall reaction and thoughts on the matter beyond what she expresses. Not that it mattered, really. The Church had already agreed to my terms. Song was free to think whatever she liked. She agreed that the students needed more field experience and that was grounds enough for an agreement on this matter. If we had a similar training style then I don't foresee too much conflict on her front.

"A competition sounds good. We should make it a regular thing. It'll help keep them motivated. And if they get to the point that lowly bandits and beasts are too simple for them, then they can become each other's measuring stick. Help stop them from stagnating." I say in agreement. Plus it would be a good opportunity to see some of the other classes in action. If the girls under their tutorship were anything like the ones under mine then I might want to get to know them too.

Anneliese brings my attention swiftly back to her with the tone of her voice and the movements of her hand along my arm. I give her a knowing smirk, letting her feel my strength as freely as she wants to. "There might be a few incentives I've noticed around the place." I say back to her, my voice undercut by a low growl to its huskiness, before I pull back a half inch to give a more serious answer. "Truthfully though, I suppose a part of it is Katherine. Or more specifically, her father. He and I go way back. Not always been a positive relationship... in fact, more often than not its been quite negative. But its still more history than I have with anyone else. Wanting to make sure she was on the right path was enough incentive to get me to agree to check this place out. Once I got here... well... I'm not normally one for charity, but I felt it'd be poor form of me to not put my experiences to good use here. More long term stuff than I normally do. Add some real mucky and worldly experience to the pool for these kids to learn from other than the prim and polished training regimes of the Empire and Church." I lean back in again, close enough to loom a little over her to show off just how tall I was. "And if I happen to find anything else enticing along the way then... well... I'd consider myself a lucky man."

[Lorielle]

"Ugh i thought this would be an easy job." Anneliese rolls her eyes, but Song seems to be on board with the idea. Though she casts a curious gaze your way as you seem to allow Anneliese to saunter up to you and show you some personal attention.

"Our students do need to be whipped into shape, but Arda prefers to keep the girls close to home to make sure they remain safe, i suppose keeping the sons and daughters of various noble families safe is a priority for the church, but it'll hardly prepare them for the next war.

"War-Smore, we all know why they're here, just to make sure our beloved Emperor can be seen doing something responsible but guiding our children." Anneliese rolls her eyes and press her chest into your somewhat. "Those incentives are quite nice though. I can see why peasants far and wide came to here, i could spend my whole life here and not get tired of it, except for the wind." Anneliese says with a chuckle. "But a relationship with our deal old Emperor... i didnt even know you were a citizen Rayner, but you did show proper deference to your betters." Referencing your kiss to her hand.

"Katherine is also a capable young woman though, I can imagine even without any of our guidance she would become a fine Empress, but from where im standing im not sure you'd set her on this 'correct' path." Song says finally showing some distaste for what was happening in front of her. She crosses her arm, but Anneliese just lets out a huff.

"Oh come off of it Song, you need to learn to calm down, maybe relieve some of that tension in your shoulders." Anneliese remarks before turning her attention back to you. "Im sure you are a lucky man, seeing as you're here now. And those girls in your class are definitely lucky to have you too."

You hear song let out an exasperated sigh, but she uncrosses her arms. "Well I think this is starting to become quite unproductive, if you'll excuse me then." Song says before walking off, a somewhat quickened pace as you're left alone with Anneliese who just offers you a lovely little smile.

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A flurry of steps later you're in one of the Academy ground's many little nooks and crannies, away from prying eyes as you press Anneliese up against the cold stonework, her arms around your neck, supporting herself as she kisses you deeply. Soft colorful moans escape her lips as you're forced to hunch over properly kiss her on the account of your height. You towered over her, using your arms as a cage to prevent her from escaping, not that she was at all interested in letting you go anywhere right now. But you can feel her radiate with excitement, but you feel a tingle at the back of your mind, you hardly recall such highclass women being this easy. Was she this easy or was there something more. A small red flag was starting to make itself known. But she kept pushing her tongue against your own, playing with your own, begging you to tussle with her. This would certainly be the time to put her in her place. Fire and electricity, Anneliese seemed to exude it in spades, the feeling of her tits against your own chest, her clothes stopped you from feeling just how turned on she was, but her demeanor at least seemed to convince you she was into this. And why shouldnt she be. You were a more than skilled lover, ravaging women with both your dark charm and your unstoppable cock.

[Lazy Kitsune]

The veiled accusations coming from Song are noted but mostly ignored, my mind having been far more irritated by a singular comment from Anneliese referring to herself as my better. It turns out these fine tits were attached to a despicable whore, no better than any other noble. The rest of the conversation rolls past without much care on my part. All I was thinking of was ways to take Anneliese down a peg or two, to a station more befitting her body.

The bitch was up to something. But whatever it was, it didn't matter. She clearly wanted this as well, and that was enough. Whatever she was playing at, it played right into my hands. Afterall, no one knew about my other talents. Even a talented Black Mage isn't expected to have any defences against the more subtle Dark Magics, especially when all they think they're doing is making out with some lowly brutish mercenary. The kiss was the key. As my tongue lashed against hers, I imbued my own saliva with a subtly woven spell that dripped into her mouth and right to her heart. Lover's Seal - A simple hypnosis effect that grows stronger the more its enjoyed. And I make sure its enjoyed a lot. The magic makes her heart flutter more, her body heat up more, her mind focus on me more. It can't induce love, but it does plant seeds of lust within her. And enough lust can trick anyone into thinking they're in love.

What it was going to do was make her hot and bothered and very enamoured with me. Not just right now... the effects of Lover's Seal linger. Her mind will drift to me throughout the day. Imbue the kiss with enough passion and she'll have dreams about me for weeks to come. Whenever she'll think about me, she'll get wet and whenever she'll get wet she'll think about me. Its the perfect way to dose someone with just enough obsession that they start stoking their own flame for you.

I wasn't stopping there, however. Breaking the kiss, at least for the moment, I move to her neck and start to leave a love bite. Then another. Then a third. Stinging Hex. Each bite doses her with purposeless dark magic that seeps into her body. Not enough for her to notice, but enough to ware away at her natural defences to my influence. A few bites in should be more than enough to lower her resistance down that even my subtle spells should start to have an immediate and visible effect upon her. I give her one more deep kiss to see the difference directly before pulling back with a grin. But I couldn't enjoy myself fully. These damn clothes of hers were getting in the way of the only reason I was giving her the time of day. Her body. I grip her top with my strong hands and tear it open, letting all the pretty buttons and gems fly away as I rip her top apart. Maybe she'd object ordinarily to her outfit being ruined while in a state of tenuous privacy, but freshly influenced by my spells maybe she'll be a bit more willing to acquiesce to my way of doing things.

[Lorielle]

Your kiss grows more deep as work to dominate her mouth. There was maybe an ounce of resistance before the spell takes hold, you can feel within her mouth her tongue relaxing, she allowed you to take the lead entirely, pushing her tongue out of your mouth and deep into hers. Ceding more and more ground to you as you weave your spell with each turn of your kiss. One, two, three, four, five straight minutes of this and the first signs of the spell are quite evident. The strong stance she had prior has weakened just slightly, she's using her arms even more to support her weight, but you're leaning down further and further, arching her back and forcing her shoulders and head against the stone. She has to hold onto you for dear life, but this only excites her further.

You move in for the kill as you break the kiss. A trail of saliva following your mouth as she sink your teeth into her neck and she lets out a soft whorish moan. She tries to press her lips into a thin line to suppress the moan, but she cant help it. She wants you to hear her moan, even has she loses her grip and is forced to dig her noble nails into your back just to stay standing. Each of the hexes does their work. You can see small black tendrils spread out from the site of your back, disappearing in a split second after you place the hex.

"Hmmm~ You ugh.. you're a better kisser than i took you for.. Von Lidringren." She plays her hand, but maybe this was more of a fold. She knows who is her better now. She opens her lips up for you to take them again, waiting patiently to be blessed by your touch. And on que you do, as you push your lips against her, her arms weak entirely and have to support her with your own heavy arms. Instead her hands are seeking out your body. Committing your body to memory as she gave into your touch. When you pull back she lets out an even more audible whine of displeasure. "W-why~ It was getting so.. umph good.." She says a look of utter defeat in her eyes. Maybe she wasnt expecting you to go much further, but her attitude shifts almost immediately when you grip her top and pull with the easy you free a sword from its scabbard.

Those pretty buttons clink against the stone path but you cant help but watch transfixed, as her tits bounce freely, perky pink nipples untouched by daylight reveal themselves and you cant help but see them as perfect little fruits to be consume. When you can finally pull your eyes off of Anneliese's tits you see a sly look on her face.

"Mmm~ You're exactly what i wanted. You know what you want. Mmm did you know i was betrothed to Luther once? Before Dear old Herman passed away? Rejected me because he thought our betrothal would give the Richter's too much influence, if only he could see me now~" She says as if getting fucked in a back alley by you was some great accomplishment, well maybe for you it is. She was putty in your hands, maybe she was already this easy, but you can tell, from the way she was breathing, the way her eyes traced over inch of your body. She desired you and eagerly awaiting you to consume her. Her finally plea was the when you feel her thigh push against your crotch, pushing against your cock and she lets out an audible gasp. Surprised to feel that you were more of a man than you were letting on.

Her eyes get half-lidded and she has an almost vacant stare in her eyes. She was clearly imagining what it was like to be fucked by you, her tongue graces her lips, giving them a slightly sheen that said "fuck me" without even needing to utter the words.

[Lazy Kitsune]

So that's what was motivating her then. Though that she would even think that was an insult in and of itself. I gritted my teeth, my anger flaring in my throat as I grabbed her by her throat and forced her head back. "Don't call me that!" Freshly dosed as she is with my influence, I know I can get away with a bit of verbal abuse in the heat of the moment. Though even without that, it would be hard not to snap after a comment like that. "I'm not one of them! Never was." I kiss her again, deeply and fiercely, still gripping her by her neck, making sure she was as deeply under my spell to help her take in my next words and accept them. "I better not hear you call me that again, you stupid bitch. You think if I had the family name that for a second Luther would be Emperor over me? If I were Von Lidringren then I would be sitting on the throne right now and you would be kneeling by my feet where you belong, sucking my cock and begging me to put another child in you."

Freeing her tits from those gaudy clothes of hers helped improve my mood greatly. I begin to paw and maul at them right away, no less rough with her even as I move from inflicting pain to pleasure. I tug and twist and slap while she talks, half listening to some story about yet another time my idiot half-brother failed to pass on his seed. "I bet he was fond of you." I say, cupping one of her heavy breasts and bringing my mouth closer to the tit. "You seem his type. Women who prefer me always are." I suck upon her tit, rolling my tongue around it. I enjoy her taste, practically devouring her breasts as I kiss and suckle upon both of them, even moving to nip in places as my mouth roams - not to curse her further, but just to taste of her. Let her know she was mine to consume.

"I'm not much for the politics of nobles..." I grunt out as I eventually pull my lips away from the bounty of her cleavage and start to grind my hardening bulge back against her crotch. "But I know a noble family would never let one of their own go unmarried for long. If Richter was your family name back then, then that means you've at the very least not married up since then. What poor sop did they pair you off with instead? Or did no one want to touch the Imperial Prince's reject?"

I pin her against the wall, one hand still gripping one of her fat tits while the other reached down to tear at the rest of her clothes, pulling her pants down away from her crotch and likely damaging them just as much as I did her top in the process. I'm more controlled with my own clothes, unbuckling my pants to pull out my cock. Don't want to damage them after all. It suits an overly dressed whore like Anneliese to have to sneak around out of sight to find something else to wear while filled with my seed, but I could hardly strut around the academy grounds undressed. It would be improper... for now at least. I pull my cock out and hold it in my hand. Its thick, angry and pulsating and I have no doubt larger than any she'd seen before. My other hand sought out its target, her wet cunt now revealed to me, and began to feel it up. dip my fingers inside to get a sense of just how much she needed me. Warm her up a little because when I start thrusting I tend to get rough quick.

"Married or not, you're about to be mine. And you'll never enjoy another man again." There were some truth to those words. As I shoved my cock forward and rammed into her needy, whorish cunt, I was in position to carry out yet another one of my spells. Deep Imprint - I grab her hips and start to pound into her, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing from the force of my thrusts. And as my cock grinds against her insides, pumping in and out and fucking its shape into her tight hole, it also rubs in Dark Magical energy as it goes. With the simple effect of denying her pleasure - not from me but from others - other men specifically. The better I fuck her, the more effective it is, the more her body needs me specifically to feel good. Sex with other men just won't measure up, although that might be the case even without the curse. But this made sure however good it felt, it always felt like it wasn't quite scratching an itch she needed. That another man might never be able to bring her to an orgasm. It might be one of my crueller curses. Especially because many of the girls of used it on I've never visited again. But something about the fact that, scattered throughout the Empire and its neighbouring regions there are countless women I don't even remember the names or faces of who will never be satisfied with their loves and can only reach a good climax by pleasuring themselves while thinking about me... that really makes me feel fired up. Or better yet... cases like Zohra's mother, that beast queen. How conflicted she must feel, unable to move on to a new lover and wondering why the only thing that can get her off is thinking about her husband's killer defiling her. How many years has it been? Refusing to ever orgasm is no easy task... how long did it take before she accepted what fantasies she needed to indulge in to get off? How long before she enjoyed it? If I were to stride into her throne room now, would she still see the enemy from the war, or would she embrace me like a long lost lover? I don't do this on every girl I fuck... but when I do... oooh, I enjoy it a lot.

[Lorielle]

There's the briefest flash of fear in Anneliese's eyes when you grab her by the throat and you force her head hard into the stonework, but your spell and likely her own predilection evaporates the fear rather quickly. She looks more like a wounded fox that has been caught, knowing its antics wont save it this time around. Though she winces as she feels your grip tighten and you steal her lips once again, forcing her deeper and deeper under your spell. When you break off to remind her of her lowly place as just another bitch for you to fuck she nodds meekly, accepting what you had to say. Her body trembled oh so slightly, her haughty attitude replaced with obedience and deference. The way she melts as your lips touch, your tongue assaulting her mouth she cant help but relent and allow you your prize.

"Y-yes sir." Her hand traces your abs, you can feel her working her way down your bare chest until she reaches your pants, your belt offering some resistance as she wants to go lower. Her touch is warm, but compared to the wildfire you giving off to you it feels a little cold but she cant help but keep her eyes on your bulge. Your eyes were focusing on something else. Your next prize being her milky white tits. Perfectly sculpted by effort and magic you're certain. But you get to experience the little symphony of squeals that escape her lips as you attack her breasts. The way your nails dig into her tits, your palms' perfect slaps, watching her flesh redden with each abuse. Her nipples are quick to respond positively. She was getting turned on by her abuse, like that slut she was destined to be. Maybe better by the attention you gave them with your mouth, when you switch to her other tit the previous one gleams in the afternoon air and she winces as the air rushes back in and brushes against her hardened nipples. "He was~ But you're right~ You're much better than hiii--mmm" She grits her teeth as she she feels you sink your teeth particularly deep with one of your bites.

She breathes heavily, the way her chest heaves as you grind your cock against her. Her eyes were transfixed but she was distracted, your words hit particularly hard. "Y-yes.. After failing.. to court Luther, my.. my father saw me as a failure." She braces her hands against your abs giving you a little resistance to your thrusts, accentuating the movement further. You swear you can feel how fucking drenched she was through her pants, she wasnt even hiding it. "Shipped me off to this Academy in the hopes that i could be influence some young brat into an alliance with the Richters. Or worse win some "glory" in any number of these damned missions, but who wins glory stomping bandits and peasants." She admits, her voice was weak, she clearly hates the thought, but its not enough to bring down the mood, maybe you'd even feel sorry for her if she wasnt a bitch herself, and clearly she was more fixated more on your dick than any sympathies you might offer.

You break her revere as you shove her hard against the wall, her hands scrabble to brace herself against the stone, panicked scratches echo in your ears as she looks up at you for the first time since feeling up your cock. You easily tear the front of her pants, the linen unable to keep you from the present that hid inside her gaudy pants. More gems and gilded metal fall to the ground. She can only offer a whine, maybe she liked her clothes, but you didnt give a shit. And she wouldnt concern herself for long when you final catches a glimpse of your cock. The way it throbbed. Like the hammer of the darkest god, you tapped it against her bare stomach as your hand got a taste of your future prize. But it was quite obvious how much she wanted it. Her clit was hard against your palm and her cunt drooled more than a wolf in heat. This was clearly the effect of your spell, youve had your fair share noble bitches and they all care about their too much about their pride. But with your magic she was willing to give up her worthless prize to feel that cock. The soft coo she lets out as your fingers explore her depths. What was there left to do other than to claim her?

"Ffffuck! Goddess! Yes! Give it to me, your cock, your seed, your child! i'll carry it all" Her body trembles as your cock spears into her, the bitch wasnt a virgin, but she was tight. As expected of high class noblewomen, you might even admit her cunt was even tighter than a number you've experience over the years. The way her muscles tense and relax to accomodate you. Her body offering up its comfort to ensure you could properly fuck her into the next month. As your spell locks into her, you can see the telltale sign of its effect. It felt like her pussy slowly became more vice-like. More and more addicted to your dick, unwilling to let it go. If after this experience she dared to please any other man she'd experience a terrible folly. Combined with your earlier spells theres no way she lasts even a week without begging you to fuck her again. With all the pieces in place all there was to do now was to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor. Her moans becoming sweet music to your ears. Her voice seemed to pitch up and octave or two and each of your brutal thrusts ellicits yet more moans. She wrapped her arms around your neck again, as you thrust deeper into her, she holds onto you tighter. Tighter and tighter until you had her flattened against the wall, her breasts bouncing against your chest, but with little room to maneuver they were more like soft pillows to cushion your thrusts.

Even as your thoughts drift off to Zohra's mother, the beast queen whom you didnt even care to remember the name of, you feel you might have found a somewhat suitable replacement for that bitch. Anneliese was doing the best she can to not howl like that bitch queen, even biting down into your steely shoulders to prevent herself from screaming and alerting anyone nearby to your escapades. But another thought crosses your mind as you watch her firery red hair bounce around, seeing it be crushed against the wall. "Rayner, please, pleasepleaseplease, give me your child~ I can make you make you emperor~ we can~ we can give Luther what he rightfully deserves~" She wraps her legs around your waist, already so deep within her, forcing your hips to almost be permanently pressed against her own. Though it wasnt easy to force yourself back to get a full length thrust into her, she was barely holding onto you as she was, but she seemed almost desperate to be given a child of her own finally especially one of your pedigree.

[Lazy Kitsune]

There's no care for her comfort in my thrusts. If anything, I want her to feel the helplessness of having her body tossed about and pinned against the wall by the relentless force of my hips pounding into her. My cock carved its shape into her with thrust after thrust, striking deep at her core as I revelled in my latest conquest. It seems I didn't even have to use any of more complicated tricks and already this would be mentor and magician was just another dumb plaything at the mercy of my cock. And what a play thing she is. Those magnificent tits, that beautiful red hair, those unrestrained moans and this tight, wet cunt. Even as old as she is, its still clear she was born to be a fuck toy. How unjust the world is that I was not in Luther's place. Would I have convinced my father to allow the marriage with Annelise. No. Of course not. She's not worth such importance. But I certainly would have convinced him to allow her to be my concubine instead. A compromise of sorts. We would have had the past twenty odd years to train her to be my perfect pet. And she would have spat out a few of those damned children she's begging for by now already.

Oh, I had already planned on knocking her up. I was going to bring her down a peg after her little comment earlier by seeding her with a commoner's child. A bastard's bastard, all the blood that should be royalty but none of the legal claim. Utterly waste her efforts and the potential of her lineage all for my pleasure. But now that she was actually asking for it. It made me start to consider denying her. Yes... maybe instead I'll keep her from getting pregnant. Make her keep coming back for me. See how desperate she gets to get my children. I think that could be some fun leverage to hold over her.

"You think you deserve my children?" I hiss in her ear. My hand returns to her throat and stays there, not as tightly as before but a clear mark of my dominance and power over her. "No... you can have my seed. I'll fill you with that over and over again. But to let them bear fruit? Not until I believe you've earned it. Only then will I knock you up. Understand slut?"

It doesn't matter if she answers or not. It doesn't matter if she understands or not. Its trivial for me to prevent a pregnancy with my talents. I ordinarily do the opposite, but every so often its fun to mix things up. I continue to plough into her, using her only as a vessel for my own pleasure. If she has anything else to say, I don't give a shit. Even while submitting to me, her words seem as vapid as ever. But her body... oh I enjoy her body a lot. So that's what I focus on. Her tits, her hips, all of her as I pound her against the wall like some common street whore. Less than that, because at least a whore would get paid. And when I've had my fill I start to pump into her. Fill her up with that cum she wants so much. Its useless at the moment, or more accurately her womb is, but she might not know or care. I give her a moment to catch her breath and feel herself fill up with my warmth. Before I pull myself out of her and step away, letting her drop to the ground before me. I smirk as I look down at her and smack my thick, cum soaked cock against her cheek. "I think you know what to do next."

[Lorielle]

Her helplessness was quite evident, each of your thrusts was another battering ram, her already cracked facade was broken open by, each piece crashing to the ground in a cacophony of moans as you utterly dominate her body. One of the goddess' creations just another plaything to please your cock as you revel in you dark magic. One particular thrust seems to push her over the edge, her legs give out and she's unable to even contribute to supporting her own weight against your body, no instead your cock and your arms were lifting up higher and higher up the wall until not even being on the tip of her toes gave her purchase on the ground. No instead she was closer to a wall fixture you happened to be fucking. Unable to resist, unable to even mount a thought against you.

"Noo~ pleasepleaseplease, please give me a child Rayner!" Her cry was like a baying lamb, caught into her owner's barbed fence. Too dumb to escape as she thrust again and again. Your words only ruin what self-confidence she might have mustered to maintain the facade of an elegant and powerful noblewoman from a prestigious and power line. No instead you're denying her a future she was looking forward too for the second time. But she wasnt even allowed to recieve the bastard of a bastard, her womb will only get to taste the warmth of your cum before it too is left cold without the gift of life to give her comfort.

Even as your cum spills into her, rope after rope of your potent seed that will knock up the likes of Song, Arda, your students, the chances of Anneliese recieving the same seem to grow slimmer and slimmer by the minute. Tears well up in her eyes as she seems to understand that something was happening but she was too obsessed with you to question your ability to prevent your seed from taking root. Even as her eyes were smothered by tears she couldnt help but moan, moan like the whore she was. Enjoying your cock, enjoying the feeling of your cum filling her to the brim, enough to give her a small bump on her belly as you unsheathe yourself from her cunt and allow her to fall to the ground.

You cap off the humiliation with a cum drenched tap against her cheek. Her eyes were red as she looks up at you, but she nods. Her mouth closes into a pout as she kisses your cock and then she pushes her head down onto your dick, inch by inch taking the dick deep into her throat as far as she could, but this is a showing of her inexperience. About only a 3rd of your cock is in her mouth as she begins to gag. The bitch has never used her mouth in this manner. But she seems unwilling to give up at least. She gags louder and louder until she gets about half of your dick into her mouth. The warmth is exquisite and her tongue is working overtime to clean you off. But by this point she's unable to go any further. She begins to retreat, her lips dragging any speck of cum away from your dick, a little treat that should pair well with the wine she's had already. Once back at the tip of your cock she uses her tongue to clean off the rest, even suckling on your balls in an attempt to please you, doing something she wasnt told to do. When she every inch of your cock has introduced itself to her tongue she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "W-was that satisfactory?" She asks, her voice trembling.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Had she really never sucked a cock before? I didn't expect noble women to be well versed into how to do anything well, but this harlot seemed like she might at least know the basics. Didn't her family send her here to try and earn the favour of some young noble brat? I know fully well what that means... her whole job was to slut it up for her students. She might be a pathetic noble through and through, but her body is undeniably a marvel, even in her more mature age. Plenty of young lads should be eager to have a go at that, especially if it came with the added gratification of conquering their professor. Not one over the years made her gag on their cock? Or maybe despite how she presented herself to me, she couldn't fully commit to being the slut she was supposed to be. Well, I guess she's been waiting for someone like me that could set her straight for a while then. Still, she clearly was dedicating herself to her task, and she looked so pretty down on her knees servicing me. She left my cock spit cleaned and standing as stiff as ever once she was done.

I pat her head, giving her praise when it was due. "Good initiative, you've got potential. But you clearly have a lot to learn. Don't worry... I'll teach you. I am a professor after all." I chuckle to myself before my hand grips her hair tightly. "Though we're not quite done yet."

My other hand grabs my cock and I begin rubbing it against her lips once again. "You're quite beautiful Anneliese. Not a hint of your beauty fading - though that tends to happen with noble stock with good magical aptitude. And beneath all your little noble... quirks... I can see you're the kind of woman I like. One that knows how to have fun. Thing about a hot blooded guy like me spending time around a woman like you is that its hard to get enough. Seeing you down there, cleaning my cock off... well, I think I need to go again. So I think we'll start with your first lesson. How to suck a cock. Properly. You're going to be getting a second helping of my cum. Don't squirt yourself thinking about it. I want you to get a chance to taste it, swallow it. And I also want to get a chance to paint those beautiful tits of yours with my seed. They are your best asset after all, it would be a shame if I didn't shower them with my affection."

I tilt her head back but then loosen my grip somewhat. "Because its your first time, I'll let you get ready. I'm a nice guy like that. Take a few moments to catch your breath. Then, when you're ready, wrap your mouth around my cock and start sucking. See how far you can go on your own. Then once you start gagging, I'll take over and start training you up."

[Lorielle]

"Yes professor.. Thank you profess--!" I mumbles as she casts her gave off of your cock for a brief moment to look up at you just as you grab her hair. Shock overwhelms her as she initially reacts by throwing her arms up so she could grab at your arm, but she rectifies herself. Dropping her arms down to limply sag as you proceed.

She immediately refocuses her attention back down on your dick, the feeling of the crown pushing against her lips had a certain kind of unique pleasure to it. You can already feel her lips begin to part to accept your cock. Even as you speak up, praising her carefully crafted and exquisite beauty you can see it doesnt really seem to uplift her, no. She's tossed herself out to ensure you were happy. Her face tenses up when you mention that right now would be her first lesson, but there was nothing she could say to reject it. She was in desperate need of a lesson, especially from a man like you. The best she can do is nod and kiss your cock.

Her face tenses as you tilt her head back and rip her fervent attention away from your dick. She looks up at your with those dull rubies she calls eyes. You can see her swallow her saliva,

"T-thank you professor.. Im happy to accept your teachings." She squeaks out, meek and pathetic, unable to properly bask in your glory, but you can tell that despite her shatter confidence she is still wishing to please you and avoid your ire. This part of her feels quite familiar. Much like your half-sister, the haughty bitch once she was shown her place resembled a wounded puppy than a supposed princess of the empire. You give her a moment of respite, much needed it seems as she takes in a few breaths, exhales and then straightens out her back.

She looks up at you one last time, then back down at your cock. Her palms flat on her thighs she was the model of the perfect lady in waiting. Her disheveled hair notwithstanding she was still captivating in her own way. A lesser man and certainly any of these noble brats wouldnt be able to resist her charms, but despite the years she supposedly spent at this academy with a mission in mind one of those brats didnt fuck her? Well there was possibly more to that story, not that it mattered right here in the moment, no you were interested in those lips and her tits. A nice sheen of sweat encompassed her body and when she finally began to suck down your cock again saliva dribbled down her chin and onto her tits. Her cleavage was enhanced by the swinging motion of her head, back and forth, back and forth, it was hypnotic in its own way, but you knew better.

She was getting close to about where she had stopped prior, she seems to have tried to suppress her gag reflex. Was she afraid of you being rough or was she just trying to prove she was capable to taking more of your cock on the second go around. It amounted to little however when she reached a similar point on your dick as before as evidenced by the ring of crimson lipstick she left behind. She cant help but sputter and spew out a mess of cock slime and pre-cum all over her chin and your cock, a pathetic display to mark off her need for guidance in this particular matter.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Anneliese took to her role well, her true self coming through more and more. Though I missed some of that sexual fire she had earlier. Perhaps once she gets more used to being so subservient then she'll find herself settling back into her enticing ways. It was definitely a part of her I wanted to keep. Especially because its what made her so susceptible to my will. Every step of the way it opened up a new avenue for me to curse her. And now here she was about to suck my cock. While saliva can work well enough as a means of transferring my curses, my cum is all the more potent a vessel. And with her distracted with my cock in her face, I'll have a little more leeway with casting something a bit more complicated. Now... just a matter of deciding I wanted to do to my new plaything. Fortunately I'd have the pleasure of feeling her mouth get put to its proper purpose while I think it over. I groan my satisfaction so she can hear it as she gets to work, my hand gently starting to push and pull to guide her further and deeper.

"That's it. You have great lips. Any man who passes up a chance at these is a fool, I say." I grunt. She deserves some praise, even if a lowly wench would be giving me a better blowjob right now. The person I was getting it from was an important bonus. And she was clearly trying. Those efforts should be rewarded. I pushed to find where she gagged and pushed a little deeper before holding her in that position. "Take a moment. Get used to it. That's it... feel my cock stretching out your throat. Think about it... each second that passes while you hold this position, you're getting better and better at taking me into you. Doesn't that excite you?"

I release and let her catch her breath and return to her previous pace, eager to see if she can push deeper on her own now. I repeat like this a few times, letting her work at her own pace with some slight guidance from my hand, before pushing her down and forcing her past her gagging point and holding her there until the time came to relax again. "Such a tight throat. Don't feel too bad. Most women struggle with a man as large as me. So what if this is something a commoner can do better than you? You'll learn to catch up in time." A slight change in tactic there, but I was eager to see if the comparison might light a fire under her and get her to prove herself all the more enthusiastically.