As he rose from the luxurious bed, his eyes surveyed the aftermath of their night's jubilant. A chaotic scene unfolded before him, with garments scattered about, empty bottles cast aside, and carelessly tossed worn-out thongs. The disheveled sheets bore witness to their night of passion.
A knowing smile graced his lips, careful not to disturb the slumbering maidens. The gentle rays of dawn caressed the room, casting a tender glow upon the scene that lay before him.
"Has he already embarked on his journey?" Nuu whispered to himself in a hushed tone, his eyes sweeping across the chamber.
To his surprise, the white nodachi resting beside Bonari was now absent, replaced only by a note. "He has indeed taken it," he thought with a sigh of relief.
Though Nuu held unwavering faith in Oga's formidable strength, the knowledge that he carried one of the dual blades provided an additional layer of security.
Despite Oga's stubbornness, deeming it a futile pursuit, there was none who could rival his ingenuity when it came to combining magic and swordplay.
From their early years until the present, Oga served as Nuu's sparring partner, driven by a simple yet profound reason.
House Thornbrick prided itself on being a house of Magic and Aura. It had always maintained two branches of power, with no instances of an offspring being born without one or the other.
However, due to Oga's ambition or past life, he had added a third branch specializing in covert operations, such as assassinations and reconnaissance.
This newly established branch found its home within House Thornbrick, led by two formidable members, Yanis and Nori.
Unbeknownst to even Oga, an enigmatic creation, held the potential to topple yet another monarchy if circumstances unfolded as planned, and all this heavily relies on the quality of breeders.
Nuu approached the private bath nestled behind the walk-in closet, submerging his body into its warm embrace. "Hmm, it seems Gayle was here, such a hardworking lass, " he mused to himself as his body soaked in the scented bath.
With a mind unburdened by distractions, Nuu reached out to retrieve the note thoughtfully left behind by Oga, its presence intriguing him.
The contents of the message struck him unexpectedly, momentarily rendering him speechless. However, this fleeting silence was swiftly overtaken by a wave of laughter that reverberated through the tiled walls.
"Such boundless ambition," Nuu reflected, his amusement shining through his voice.
as he devised a plan for the forthcoming days. He had no time to waste on Yaya.
His first priority was a departure from Hillside Valley. The moment has arrived, they could no longer delay their way back to Starfield, for should they miss the opportunity, Their ancestral land would be considered forfeited.
Now they only have a 2-year grace period to reclaim their land.
The 15-year Vacancy law had been firmly established and dutifully adhered to since the very inception of Starfield.
Every clan Master of the House had wholeheartedly endorsed and signed these principles, solidifying their agreement for generations to come.
Once Nuu's thoughts and plans were gathered, He adorned himself with a fresh set of garments. As a final touch, he securely fastened Bonari to his left hip.
As Nuu prepared to exit the chamber, he carefully ensured that the covers enveloped Sage and Nylah.
A gentle murmur escaped his lips, pregnant with anticipation, as he pondered, "I wonder which among you shall bear the fruit of my lineage? And if fate were to choose Nylah, then perhaps we can settle our differences, my dear brother."
This captivating thought lingered in his mind, igniting a symphony of emotions within him. Each note carried a delicate balance of pleasure and intrigue.
Nuu was keenly aware of Oga's partiality toward the enchanting Nylah, and the mere idea of impregnating her before his brother had the chance awakened an undeniable desire within him. It was an inherent aspect of his nature, an inclination he could not suppress.
In truth, Nuu yearned for Nylah in ways Oga could not fathom, and the joyous news of her willing choice to become a Night Wench was nothing short of divine intervention. He could indulge in her company whenever and wherever he pleased.
The most intriguing aspect was that these women fully understood the nature of their engagement. They were neither Madams nor Consorts, bound by the written rules of House Thornbrick.
The sacred decree forbade any unwarranted advances, and under no circumstances could Oga sleep with Nuu's wives, nor vice versa. However, any other woman who remained unspoken in the intricate dance of desires became a fair target, a canvas awaiting exploration.
Nuu glided down the lavish hallway, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The clock struck 8 a.m., and all across the ship, devoted servants scuttled about, carrying trays brimming with mouthwatering delicacies from the lower to the upper deck.
Amidst the hustle, the sight of a familiar servant caught Nuu's eye as he descended the grand staircase.
"Halt, Porter," Nuu commanded, his unwavering gaze demanding attention. "I require your aid in delivering a message," Nuu continued, his voice carrying authority.
"Notify my in-laws, my brother and I will not be joining them this morning. And while you're at it, inform those lads, training will be held in the back mountains. Also, relay to Lady Margaret my intention to pay her a visit within the coming hour."
"Milord, could that woman be his lordship…."
"Know your place, Porter"
"I meant no offense, Milord!" Porter stutters as visible sweat lingers on his homely appearance.
Nuu's lips drew closer, "I'll forgive you this once. Now, proceed with haste," he concluded, his tone brooking no further discussion.
After all, being one of the first slaves acquired by the twins, Porter was privy to greater secrecy than most.
As Nuu entered his luxurious chamber, he laid eyes upon his beloved spouse, their presence filling him with delight.
Priscilla, a woman of enchanting allure with a pair of majestic double horns, possessed a mane of radiant silver locks that emitted a captivating aura much like Nuu himself.
Priscilla had chosen to adorn her exquisite form with a short, dark green lace robe, its transparency hinting at the tantalizing curves of her ample bosom, which seemed to strain against its delicate confines.
Yet, it was the striking figure of Berta, with her shapely thighs, that captured Nuu's attention momentarily.
"Why did you take so long? We were expecting your return earlier," Berta impetuously inquired, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Nuu.
Nuu, aware of the need to withhold certain details from last night, attributed the delay to Oga's insistence on indulging in a bottle of exquisite Chateau de mol.
"I see," Berta replied tersely, her gaze sweeping over his figure with a mix of disapproval and curiosity.
Amidst her pretense of disapproval, Nuu found himself enthralled by the irresistible allure emanating from Berta's feminine presence as she drew nearer.
Displaying a graceful finesse that revealed her well-honed skill, Berta's hands embarked on a meticulous dance, skillfully undoing his garments and revealing the exquisite contours of his physique.
"Darling," Priscilla interjected, as she too pressed against him, her voice laced with honey, "may I entice you with some milk?" Priscilla presented her generous bosom to Nuu's ravenous lips.
Berta scoffed, unable to contain her disapproval. "Always shameless," she muttered, yet her words did not hinder her from embracing the voluptuous beauty.
In the twilight of the ensuing moments, Berta indulges in an exquisite act of savoring Priscilla's melons.
Her lips tingled with an indescribable pleasure, emanating from this hedonistic practice. At this moment, boundaries blurred and inhibitions were cast aside, all courtesy of her eccentric husband.
Time appeared to warp, and before she knew it, Berta delicately placed Nuu's belt and sword on the table, a prelude to the ritual that had become a delightful amusement for them both. While Priscilla's milk held its own charm, nothing surpassed the succulent delight of this substantial cut of meat. Berta's tongue glided across her lips, savoring the anticipation.
With a sense of familiarity, she playfully traced her tongue over Nuu's swollen phallus, relishing in the earthly pleasure, allowing the substantial member to explore the depths of her throat.
Meanwhile, Nuu addressed Priscilla, his voice slightly strained.
"Priscilla dear, I require you to inform Aunt Dahlia, departure is in two days. The plan has changed. We must arrive at Higrave before next week."
Priscilla responded with a joyous chuckle, relishing the sensation of Nuu's lips caressing the delicate surface of her breast, eliciting a symphony of ecstatic moans that flowed effortlessly from her to him.
"Priscilla will comply with her esteemed husband's request, but is this change too abrupt?" Having spent only a month with her beloved spouse and Berta, Priscilla's ability to communicate had shown remarkable progress.
However, she still possessed the endearing habit of referring to herself in the third person. "The early bird catches the worm, my dear, " Nuu added, savoring the moment. "As delicious as always... Take your time, Berta." Consumed by desire, Berta once again enveloped him with passion.
Berta found herself unable to draw any comparisons between Nuu and her previous lovers, nor her late husband; Drogo.
Nuu, the young man she had once known, had evolved into an essential figure in her life and now presided as the head of her household. Despite occasionally giving him a hard time, Berta considered Nuu to be the most remarkable aspect of her otherwise wretched existence.
In an act of gratitude, over the past month, she would fervently suck the life out of him to the point it has become a cleansing ritual for her psyche.
Nuu couldn't help chuckling to himself. If only Berta knew, she was stealing Hilda's load, as he continued to enjoy the service, with the occasional moan escaping his lips, Berta was simply a throat queen, whatever she was doing he didn't desire an end.
"So, once again, you've deviated from the plan... Some things remain constant, don't they, Nuu?" Berta remarked, briefly halting her actions to converse. "Is there a particular reason we must make a stop at Higrave?"
Berta patiently awaited a response, but none came. Instead, she was met with a forceful thrust of his cock.
Nuu was aware of Berta's implication, but there was no reason she needed to know everything.
He couldn't openly tell Berta, 'The reason I'm going there is to 'comfort' the women of House Maverik, now could he? Berta wasn't slow, and she knew too well his tendencies' Just as Oga possessed Nylah, Nuu has the adventurous Caterian, right at this moment was no better time to prey upon a widow.
Now that she didn't have a man, what other shoulder did Caterina have?
With the viscount out of the picture, his women, children, servants, and even slaves will all fall into Nuu's hands.
Although he couldn't devour everything, to keep up the pretense for the Royal, he sure as hell could take a sizable portion of the spoils.
As for the fate of some of Nathan's Consort and Concubine, their life would forever be changed. However this all hinge on the fact that Nuu arrives within a week, if not then he could only settle for the scrap.
Two hours had passed when Nuu's voice resonated throughout the room, his commanding tone demanding attention.
"Berta, were you able to hear me?" he inquired. "Join me in the training hall from 8 pm until dawn, unless there are unforeseen changes. In that case, I'll arrange for someone to inform you.
So, please be on standby and wear the outfit I purchased for you. It pains me to witness my beloved wife confined to the role of a lowly Squire. If, by any chance, you stumble in your progress, consider your title at risk of being stripped away. You have merely a day to reclaim your peak performance," Nuu declared, emphasizing each word.
Though his approach might appear severe, Nuu held the conviction that such motivation was imperative for someone like Berta.
As her husband, he needed to exert a firm grip to keep Berta on her toes.
"Should Lord Husband deem it so," Berta replied, her countenance void of any overt emotion.
Priscilla glided gracefully towards the table, leaning in to gently press her lips against Nuu's. "Shouldn't Priscilla be training as well?" she inquired, her voice soft and alluring.
"You've got more pressing matters to deal with," Nuu replied, his gaze fixed on Priscilla.
"Besides, you're strong enough to handle a few knights. However, I do need your help in hand-picking individuals who share similar attributes to you and your aunt. We can't afford to have mere nuisances as our companions."
"Priscilla will make sure her people are well-prepared," she assured him. "But, my love, you need to understand that those who resemble my aunt, Jayla, and myself, make up less than forty of the five hundred tribesmen.
And it might take a while to convince them." Nuu nodded, his face filled with understanding. "I know, but that's why I'm giving you a heads up, so search for the best individuals, those who possess exceptional qualities and talent."
Priscilla couldn't help frowning, "Why?" The number of Mertaru with those requirements drops from 45 to 23. And since three of them are her children, except for her oldest son who's the spitting image of her ex-husband Guo. A man that resembles a Satyr.
As though Nuu could read her thoughts, "Have you considered including your sons?" he questioned..
"Nuu dear, as you are well aware of our tribe's custom, once a child reaches adulthood, they no longer share a parent-and-child relationship. And knowing your sentiments on the matter, I think it's best if those boys stay behind," she replied, her voice unwavering.
[i.e. The Mertaru tribesmen, upon reaching adulthood, sometimes form intimate relationships with their own parents, a practice surprisingly encouraged due to the vastness of their gene pool compared to other species..]
Nuu acknowledged her response with a solemn yet reassuring nod. "There's no need for restraint. If they wish to join, I welcome it," he said.
Gently lifting her chin, Nuu's voice softened, "Of course, you must clarify the responsibilities of being a Breeder. And as for Jayla, there is a different role I have in mind for your daughter. She won't be required to follow in her brothers' footsteps."
"As you have said, Priscilla will not disappoint you."
"Good." Nuu stood still as Priscilla dressed him up, preparing for the day. Before leaving his women to enjoy their breakfast, he had already engaged in a vigorous morning exercise with them.
Observing the exchange between the two, Berta simply smiled as she took a bite of her meal.
'Is it me or did he become even more handsome.' Berta mused, only to be interrupted by a tender kiss.
"If you can break through before the scheduled time…." Nuu's parting words left her utterly speechless.
Nuu emerged gracefully from his private chamber, where the air held a hint of mystery and anticipation.
Whispers and gentle laughter wafted through the corridors as the servants exchanged knowing glances, fully aware of the captivating aura that surrounded their master.
For the preceding three hours, the servants had quietly endured the boisterous passion resonating from behind closed doors.
With purposeful strides, Nuu made his way toward Yanis' cabin. "Are we prepared to embark?" Nuu inquired as he entered. Before Yanis could commence his customary greeting, Nuu waved him off.
"Everything is ready. We can depart right now if you so desire, Also, I have already attended to what we discussed."
"So swiftly?" Nuu was taken aback.
"Rogt Town lies a mere two hours away, and after the revelry of last night, I found myself with ample opportunity to slip away unnoticed," Yanis explained.
"Marvelous. I've always had faith in your quick thinking. Were there any challenges along the way?" Nuu inquired.
"None at all. They surrendered to slumber without resistance. There were no survivors," Yanis replied.
"Excellent. Your progress is commendable. I have a task that requires your attention once we've settled," Nuu said, pausing briefly.
"My lord, what might this task involve?" Yanis asked, lifting his gaze from his seat and discovering an exquisitely crafted roulette wheel—a subtly provocative masterpiece.