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    The corridors of the Dread Tower no longer felt as oppressive as they once did. Three months had passed since he''d claimed the title of Lord Nightmare, and the Tower was starting to feel like home. Though he hadn''t gotten use to his new title yet. Jonathan''s footsteps echoed off the stone walls as he made his rounds, checking on his companions.

    As he approached the war room, distinct sounds filtered through the heavy wooden door – the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, accompanied by feminine moans and masculine grunts.

    Jonathan pushed open the door to find Talitha bent over the large oak table, her barely-there fur coverings pushed aside. Behind her, Alistar''s muscular form drove into her repeatedly, as he pulled back on the Heldra''s hair. His callous hands slapping Tali''s well toned ass. Maps and strategic markers scattered across the floor, clearly knocked off during their act.

    "Fuck yes, keep going!" Talitha cried out, her tribal markings gleaming with perspiration. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table as Alistar''s thick cock stretched her pussy.

    Alistar noticed Jonathan first. "My Lord," he managed between thrusts, not breaking his rhythm. "Didn''t expect you so soon."

    Talitha turned her head, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "My Chieftain! I have- ah! -information from my scouting- fuck! -mission."

    Jonathan leaned against the doorframe, amused. "Might be a bit hard for you to give your report to me in that state." Jonathan admitted as he approached the pair.

    Jonathan approached the war table, his cock already hardening at the sight before him. "Well, since you''re already in position..." He unfastened his pants, freeing his erection.

    Talitha''s eyes lit up hungrily. "Yes, my Chieftain!" She opened her mouth eagerly as Jonathan stepped closer.

    He grabbed her chin and guided himself into her waiting mouth. She moaned around his cock as Alistar continued pounding her from behind.

    "Fuck, she''s even tighter now." Alistar groaned, his hands gripping her hips harder. Jonathan thrust deeper into Talitha''s throat, feeling her swallow around him. Her body seemed to pulse with each thrust as both men used her holes.

    "You''re so good at this Tali." Jonathan praised, watching her take both of them. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she was filled from both ends.

    A few minutes of vigorous fucking later, Jonathan felt his release building. "I''m close." he warned.

    "Me too!" Alistar grunted, his rhythm becoming erratic.

    They came almost simultaneously, flooding Talitha with their seed. She pulled back, letting Jonathan''s cum splash across her face before eagerly licking up every drop she could reach. She swiped her fingers through the mess dripping from her pussy and licked them clean too, making sure not to waste a single drop.

    "Now," she purred, looking thoroughly debauched but satisfied, "about that report..."

    "The faen are restless," Talitha said, adjusting her furs back into place. She wiped the last traces of cum from her face and moved to retrieve the scattered maps from the floor. "I saw increased activity along our border."

    She spread a detailed map across the table – the same one she''d been bent over moments ago – and pointed to Rainfell. "The rains have been heavier than usual, even for them. The faen believe it''s an omen."

    Alistar, now properly dressed, leaned over the map. "An omen of what?"

    "Change." Talitha''s fingers traced the border of Rainfell. "With the Emperor dead and the Empire destroyed, they''re testing their boundaries. There are whispers of reclaiming lands they lost generations ago."

    Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Fantastic. Just what we need – more political headaches."

    "There''s more," Talitha''s expression grew serious. "They''ve been gathering resources. Stockpiling weapons. The trees themselves seem... agitated."

    "The trees?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow.

    "Our forest spoke to me, Chieftain. And it whispers that Rainfell''s ancient groves are awakening. Whatever the faen are planning, they''re not doing it alone."

    "The Tracker, or I suppose King Tellik now," Talitha continued, her voice tinged with a mix of respect and wariness, "has indeed taken control of Rainfell. The rumours were true – both Kianna and Vianna rule alongside him as his queens."

    "Well shit." Jonathan muttered. The most dangerous man in Adearath now controlled an entire nation. He didn''t know where he and the Tracker stood, but Jonathan''s betrayal of the resistance probably didn''t bode well for his future relationship with Tellik.

    Alistar''s expression darkened. "I''ve heard tales of his prowess in battle. They say he''s never failed to catch his prey."

    "Well, he certainly caught me, so I can''t say that those tales a false." Jonathan nodded.

    "The forest whispers that he''s different now." Talitha added, her fingers absently tracing the tribal markings on her arm. "Marriage has... tempered him. But that might make him more dangerous, not less. He has something to protect now."

    "Two very politically convenient marriages." Jonathan noted. "The former king''s twin daughters. I wonder if their mother Yianna knows." Jonathan doubted it, Yianna didn''t stray far from her duties as head maid at the Dread Tower.

    Talitha nodded. "The faen people have embraced him completely. They see the union as a symbol of their resurgence."

    "And what about our scaly friends?" Jonathan asked, his thoughts turning to the Lizardfolk tribes. "Any word from them?"

    Talitha''s expression shifted to one of concern. "The tribes are... fractured, daddy. Without the Empire to unite against, old rivalries have resurfaced." She pointed to several markers on the map representing known Lizardfolk territories. "Three major tribes have emerged, each claiming to be the true heirs of their legacy."

    "That''s not good. They could have made a good ally united," Alistar commented, stroking his silver beard. "but divided they are-"

    "They''re killing each other." Talitha finished bluntly. "I witnessed a skirmish between two groups. It was... brutal. They''re using tactics they learned fighting the Empire against their own kind now."

    Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fuck me. As if we didn''t have enough problems with the faen getting antsy." He studied the map, noting how the Lizardfolk territories bordered the Dread Tower''s Eastern side. "Any indication which tribe might come out on top?"

    "The Red Scales have the numbers," Talitha replied, "but the Green Spines have better weapons – probably leftover resistance caches. The Blue Crests..." she paused, "they''re the most concerning. They''re smaller, but they''re recruiting sorcerers. Offering sanctuary to anyone displaced by the fighting."

    "Speaking of displaced people," Alistar interjected, "the last of my Sentinels arrived this morning. Our forces now stand at over 1000 strong." Alistar took a moment then sighed. "But, the news from the Southlands isn''t good." He moved several markers on the map southward. "Complete anarchy. Warlords fighting over scraps of land, villages burning..."

    "Your homeland…" Jonathan said softly, noting how Alistar''s jaw clenched.

    "What''s left of it." Alistar''s hand tightened into a fist. "And the Red Isles? They''ve fallen to the Pirate Union. Those lawless bastards have claimed the entire archipelago."

    Jonathan''s eyes narrowed. "The same Pirate Union that was part of the resistance?"

    "The very same." Alistar spat. "Word among my men is that they''re the ones who sold out the resistance. Betrayed them all to the Empire for a shot at the Isles."

    "Fucking pirates." Jonathan muttered. "It''s not surprising that they''d play both sides."

    "Not at all." Alistar agreed.

    Jonathan traced a line across the map with his finger. "Well, at least we finally have a clear picture of the shit show we''re dealing with. The Empire''s corpse has been thoroughly picked apart."

    "Most of the major cities have walled themselves off," he continued. "Cliffside''s become nothing but a glorified slave port, and Sidim''s barely rebuilding after the Empire burned it down."

    Alistar nodded grimly. "And Heartland..."

    "The Brute Legion''s practically drooling at their gates." Jonathan finished. "They think their walls will protect them, I''m less confident of that. When brutes want something-"

    "They take it." Talitha said quietly, her fingers drumming on the oak table. "Along with any women they find."

    Talitha shifted her weight, rubbing her thighs together as she leaned over the map. Her pussy was still dripping with the memory of being filled from both ends and she wanted more. She pressed herself against the edge of the table, letting out a soft moan.

    "Mmm, my Chieftain..." she purred, her ass swaying invitingly. "Perhaps we could continue our... strategic discussions?" Her hand slid down to play with her wet folds.

    Alistar''s grinned "I wouldn''t mind another round with our huntress."

    Jonathan smiled but shook his head. "As tempting as that is, Saikhi''s expecting me. Can''t keep my administrator waiting."

    "Your loss daddy." Talitha grinned, already pulling Alistar closer by his belt. She wasted no time dropping to her knees and taking the captain''s cock into her mouth. It didn''t surprise Jonathan, lately the two of them were joined at the hip.

    "Have fun you two." Jonathan waved as he exited the war room and made his way to Dread Tower''s archives.

    The archives of the Dread Tower were a vast labyrinth of towering bookshelves, stretching up into the shadows of vaulted ceilings. Countless tomes and scrolls lined the dark wooden shelves, their spines adorned with gilt lettering that caught the light from floating magical orbs. The air was thick with the musty scent of old parchment and leather bindings.

    Jonathan found Saikhi at her favourite reading nook - a cosy alcove tucked between two massive shelves, illuminated by a softly glowing crystal lamp. Her blue dress had ridden up her thighs as she squirmed in her plush armchair, one hand holding a piece of parchment while the other was busy between her legs. Her crimson cheeks grew even redder when she noticed him.

    "M-master!" She squeaked, trying to hide the parchment. "I was just... reviewing some cultural documents..."

    Jonathan plucked the parchment from her hands, scanning the first few lines. His eyebrows rose as he read her explicit descriptions of a noble lady''s encounter with a group of particularly well-endowed goblins.

    "Cultural documents, huh?" He smirked at his flustered companion. "I didn''t realize you had been writing so… prolifically."

    "I..." Saikhi''s glowing blue eyes darted away in embarrassment, her fingers still idly circling her clit. "The library needed more diverse literature..."

    "I... I''ve been thinking about the goblins lately," Saikhi admitted, her fingers still working her pussy. "About my time with them, before you saved me."

    Jonathan sat on the arm of her chair. "You mean when they captured you?"

    "Yes..." she moaned softly. "They were... rough. Demanding. But not entirely cruel." Her free hand gripped the chair''s fabric. "They took turns with me, filling every hole. Their cocks were so nice..."

    Her breath hitched as she worked herself faster. "They fucked me so much, Master. Used me until I was dripping with their seed." Her blue eyes met his. "But they also fed me, kept me warm..."

    "What are you suggesting?" Jonathan asked, though he had a good idea.

    "The goblins... they breed so quickly. And they''re fierce fighters when properly motivated." Saikhi''s body trembled as she neared her peak. "If we could... if we could convince them to join us..."

    She came with a whimper, her juices coating her fingers. After catching her breath, she continued more composed. "They might make valuable allies, Master. Especially given our current political situation."

    "Uh huh…" Jonathan was sceptical. "This isn''t just because you are craving some more alone time with them?"

    "I won''t deny that would be... pleasant," Saikhi squirmed in her seat. "But think about it, Master. The Goblin Queen was practically drooling over you when we last saw her. And goblins are fiercely loyal to those they consider worthy leaders."

    She leaned forward, her ample breasts threatening to spill from her dress. "If you could convince her to swear fealty... her entire tribe would follow. They''re skilled raiders, know the land better than anyone, and..." she bit her lip, "they breed so very quickly."

    "I will think about it." Jonathan couldn''t deny the logic, even if it was hidden behind the Ashborn''s horniness, but talk of goblins was not why Jonathan was here. "How is our financial situation?"

    Saikhi wiped her fingers clean with a handkerchief and straightened her dress. "Actually, Master, we''re quite wealthy." She reached for a ledger on the nearby table. "Fade, for all his faults, was an excellent hoarder. The treasury has over fifty thousand crowns, and that isn''t even including the jewels and equipment down there.

    "That''s..." Jonathan did some quick math in his head. "That''s a lot of money." Sёar?h the n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    "Indeed. The Dread Sorcerer collected tributes and taxes from many surrounding settlements." She flipped through the pages. "However, money isn''t everything. Our food stores..." Her expression grew concerned. "They''re adequate for now, but without access to farmland, we''ll run into problems within three months. The tower''s stores won''t last forever. Saikhi sighed as she tapped the page of the ledger. "While we can buy food, there is only so much settlements can spare, I have no idea how Fade managed to keep his brute army fed. We need our own source of food production if we want to maintain our forces."

    "Alright, make this your top priority." Jonathan knew that hunger could be dangerous, even more dangerous than the fledgling nations growing around him. "Ask Alistar to send some men out to find fertile soil. Once we do, we will leverage our funds to set up food production there." Jonathan couldn''t help but notice how decisive he was being, three-months ago Jonathan would have likely takes hours, if not days, to make such a impactful decision. But such hesitation was something that current Jonathan couldn''t afford.

    Jonathan gazed into Saikhi''s glowing blue eyes, momentarily distracted by how her breasts strained against her dress. He couldn''t help but imagine how good it would feel to have them wrapped around his shaft.

    Saikhi''s breath hitched immediately, her thighs clenching together as Jonathan''s power washed over her. "M-master..." she whimpered, her nipples hardened visibly through the thin fabric of her dress. "Please..." she begged, I need to service you so badly." She pulled down her dress to unleash her breasts.

    Jonathan watched as Saikhi''s massive tits spilled free. His upgraded power was still catching him off guard - the ability to trigger his arousal effect through eye contact had led to several unexpected situations over the past weeks. Just yesterday, a stray thought during dinner had resulted in Talitha and Painsley going at it on the dining table. And two days before that, a passing glance had sparked an impromptu orgy in the training yard.

    "Let me please you, Master." Saikhi purred, already sliding off her chair to kneel before him. Her crimson hands made quick work of his belt and pants, freeing his hardening cock. She wasted no time wrapping her soft breasts around his shaft, squeezing them together.

    "Fuck, that feels good." Jonathan groaned as she began moving, her tits gliding along his length. Her blue eyes gazed up at him adoringly as she worked, occasionally flicking her tongue across his tip when it emerged from her cleavage.

    The sight of his red-skinned administrator servicing him with such enthusiasm, combined with the incredible softness of her breasts, soon had Jonathan approaching his peak. With a grunt, he came, painting Saikhi''s chest and face with thick ropes of cum.

    "Thank you, Master." she sighed contentedly, already scooping his seed into her eager mouth. "And please think hard about my goblin suggestion."

    "Uh." Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "Alright I will." Jonathan left Saikhi to her ''cultural documents''.

    "Time to find those two troublemakers." he said, heading towards the tower''s research lab where Lily and Painsley were usually found. He couldn''t help but wonder what chaos they''d managed to create in his absence. Those two worked well together despite being constantly at each other''s throats.

    Jonathan descended the tower''s stairs to the basement level where the research lab resided. He wondered why it was so common for labs to be located underground in this world, it seemed odd, especially as the ventilation wouldn''t be great. Perhaps it was a for security reasons.

    "Yo, boss man!" Painsley''s face lit up when she saw Jonathan enter the lab. She sat up, practically bouncing in her seat. "Perfect timing. I''ve got something fucking awesome to show you."

    Lily rolled her eyes. "Whatever it is, it''s probably inappropriate."

    "Shut it, you prude fairy." Painsley stuck out her tongue. She turned back to Jonathan, grinning. "I''ve been working on this sweet project. Got myself a tentacle beast and everything."

    Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "A tentacle beast?"

    "Hell yeah!" Painsley jumped to her feet. "Come on, you''ve got to see this shit. It''s like, peak monster research."

    "''Monster research,'' she says," Lily muttered, making air quotes. "We all know what that means."

    "Damn right you do," Painsley winked. "So, what do you say, boss? Want to check out my new pet?"

    Jonathan and Lily followed Painsley down a narrow corridor to a reinforced holding cell. Inside, writhing in a large glass tank filled with a fine mist, was a mass of dark tentacles.

    "Isn''t he beautiful?" Painsley pressed herself against the glass, her eyes gleaming. "Found him in this cave system north of the tower. Took some work to convince him to come back with me, but..." She rubbed her thighs together. "Let''s just say I can be very persuasive."

    "You fucked it, didn''t you?" Lily sighed, hovering nearby.

    "Obviously!" Painsley grinned. "Had to thoroughly test all its capabilities. For science, you know?" She traced a finger along the glass. "Those tentacles can reach places you wouldn''t believe." She shuddered with pleasure at the memory.

    Jonathan watched as the creature responded to Painsley''s presence, its tentacles reaching toward her. "And you''re sure it''s... safe?"

    "Oh yeah, totally under control." Painsley said. "Let me show you."

    Painsley reached for a small hatch in the side of the tank. As she opened it, one of the dark tentacles immediately slithered out, wrapping around her hand. She stroked it lovingly, like someone might pet a cat.

    "See? Totally docile." She cooed at the appendage. "Just gotta know how to handle them."

    The tentacle suddenly whipped out, faster than any of them could react. It wrapped around Lily''s waist, yanking her close to the tank with a surprised yelp.

    "What the fuck?" Lily shrieked, her wings fluttering uselessly as the tentacle held her firmly in place. "Painsley, you idiot! Tell it to let go of me!"

    "Uh... stop?" Painsley commanded half-heartedly, clearly more amused than concerned. The tentacle beast ignored her, starting to snake its way under Lily''s ethereal robes.

    "Some control you have!" Lily gasped as another tentacle emerged from the tank, wrapping around her thigh. "Make it- ah!" Her words cut off as the appendage found a particularly sensitive spot.

    "Fuck, this is hot." Painsley bit her lip, watching as more tentacles joined in exploring the fairy''s body. "The way it moves is just... mmm..."

    "Painsley," Jonathan''s voice took on an edge of concern. "Please tell me you have some kind of failsafe for this thing?"

    "Well..." Painsley rubbed the back of her neck, mirroring Jonathan''s nervous habit. "I might have skipped that part of the research. Was too busy testing other... aspects."

    "You what?" Lily''s wings fluttered as another tentacle wrapped around her chest. "You brought this thing here without- ohhh..." Her protests dissolved into moans as the creature continued its exploration.

    "Hey, my power keeps it under control!" Painsley defended. "Usually. Most of the time. Sometimes?" She shrugged. "Look, this is valuable research data! Just think of the applications!"

    Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Painsley, we need a way to stop it. What if it gets loose in the tower?"

    "Don''t worry, boss man." Painsley grinned, watching Lily squirm. "Worst case scenario, I''ll just fuck it into submission again. That usually works."

    "Usually?" Jonathan and Lily asked in unison, though Lily''s voice was considerably more breathless.

    The tentacles continued their assault on Lily''s body, one thick appendage pushing past her lips while another probed between her thighs. The fairy''s eyes rolled back as the creature filled her, her muffled moans echoing through the lab.

    "Oh fuck yeah, get it boy!" Painsley cheered, practically bouncing with excitement. "Look at how well it knows what to do!"

    A pearlescent fluid began to leak from where the tentacles penetrated Lily, dripping onto the stone floor. The substance seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly quality.

    "That''s the good stuff right there." Painsley pointed excitedly. "That fluid? It''s packed with nutrients and magical properties. I''ve been experimenting with it in various potions and the results are insane!"

    Jonathan watched with a mix of concern and fascination. "What kind of properties are we talking about?"

    "Well," Painsley started counting off on her fingers, "it''s got incredible healing properties when refined properly. Makes a killer base for strength potions. And don''t even get me started on its applications in fertility treatments."

    Lily made a muffled sound of protest around the tentacle in her mouth, but her body''s reactions suggested she wasn''t entirely opposed to the situation.

    "Plus," Painsley continued, her eyes gleaming with academic enthusiasm, "the raw substance itself is more nutritious than a week''s worth of meals. Been thinking we could solve our food shortage problems with this stuff."

    "You want to feed people tentacle monster cum?" Jonathan asked incredulously.

    "Hey, once it''s processed, you can''t even tell what it is!" Painsley defended. "And it''s not technically cum... more like a specialized secretion, like milk. Very scientific."

    The beast continued its methodical exploration of Lily''s body as more of the pearly fluid dripped to the floor. Painsley was already grabbing vials to collect samples, talking excitedly about "ground-breaking research" and "revolutionary applications."

    The situation was getting out of hand. While the sight of Lily being ravished by tentacles was undeniably arousing, Jonathan knew he had to intervene before things got further out of control.

    "Conievo." Jonathan said as he touched the beast.

    The effect was immediate. The tentacles froze mid-motion, then quickly retracted back into the tank, dropping Lily unceremoniously to the floor. The fairy landed with a soft "oof" her robes dishevelled and dripping with pearlescent fluid.

    "You..." Lily glared at Painsley as she pushed herself up on shaky legs, her wings fluttering to shake off the residual moisture. "You absolute fucking menace."

    "What?" Painsley looked genuinely confused. "That was valuable research data! And don''t pretend you weren''t enjoying it – I heard those moans."

    Lily''s face flushed. "That''s not the point!" She tried to straighten her robes, which only succeeded in spreading more of the creature''s secretions around. "You can''t just... just..."

    "Just what? Advance the boundaries of monster-human relations?" Painsley grinned, already collecting samples from the puddles on the floor. "Besides, look how much essence we collected!

    "I hate you so much right now." Lily scowled, though there was less venom in her voice than before. She turned to Jonathan, pointing an accusatory finger. "And you! You could have stopped this sooner!"

    Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, needed to assess the situation?"

    "Assess the..." Lily threw her hands up in exasperation. "You two are impossible. I''m going to take a bath. A very long bath." She stormed toward the door, her wings leaving a trail of glowing droplets behind her. "And Painsley? Next time you want to ''advance research'' use yourself as the test subject!"

    "Already did!" Painsley called after her cheerfully. "Multiple times! Want to hear about it?"

    The only response was the slamming of the lab door.

    Jonathan watched the door for a moment after Lily''s dramatic exit, guilt gnawing at him. He probably should have stepped in sooner, but the sight had been... distracting. He made a mental note to apologize to her later, maybe bring her one of those sweet pastries she liked from the kitchen.

    "Look, Painsley," he turned back to the fellow sorcerer who was still happily collecting samples. "Your work is interesting, and potentially valuable."

    "Fuck yeah it is!" She beamed, holding up a vial of the pearlescent fluid to examine it in the light.

    "But," Jonathan continued, "we need to be more careful. Set up proper safety protocols. Maybe find willing test subjects instead of..." He gestured vaguely at the puddles on the floor.

    Painsley pouted but nodded. "Fine, fine. I''ll be more careful." She brightened suddenly. "Hey, want to hear about this other monster I found? It''s got these really cool-"

    "Another time," Jonathan cut her off quickly, already heading for the door. "Just try not to let anything else escape while I''m gone?"

    "No promises!" Painsley called after him cheerfully, already turning back to her ''research''.

    Jonathan shook his head as he climbed the tower stairs back to the upper levels. Sometimes he wondered if giving Painsley free rein in the research lab had been the wisest decision. But then again, her unorthodox methods had yielded some genuinely useful results, when they weren''t causing chaos.

    He made his way to the Dread Tower''s throne room, still thinking about the scene he''d witnessed. The image of Lily writhing in the tentacles'' grasp was burned into his mind, making his cock twitch with renewed interest. Maybe he''d have to investigate some of Painsley''s ''research'' more thoroughly later – after proper safety measures were in place, of course.

    Jonathan reflected on how much his life had changed. Three months ago, he''d been running for his life. Now he was managing a small nation''s worth of problems, dealing with political tensions, and failing to keep his increasingly horny companions from fucking everything that moved.

    He shook his head and smiled. At least it was never boring.