Thyra took one last look at Hure before coming off her.
"There is no need for that," Thyra sat there with her dick aimed for heaven.
"My lady…" Hure wanted to say something, but Thyra raised her hand to stop her.
"The child is more important."
There's no way Thyra wouldn't like to do it with Hure. However, doing it with a pregnant woman didn't excite her much. That didn't mean her meat stick wasn't excited at all.
It was like a fire burning in her abdomen. The sensation was different from the time she only had her pink flower.
It seemed that when she became aroused, her body responded similarly. However, the lust wasn't generating from her lower lips but from her meat shaft.
Hure had no problem understanding Thyra's intention. "Alas! I can't serve my lady for her first experience."
Although her words sounded sad, there was still a smile on her face as she fixed her slightly torn dress.
"However, I have been preparing a few things for your coming-of-age ceremony next year. I think I have to use them before time."
As Hure was talking, she closed the blinds on the windows. Then she closed the curtains of the bed too.
"What are you doing?"
"My lady, we can't expose your identity to others?"
"Identity?"
"People know you are the daughter of Viscount Hoax. And in Hoax lineage, there is no futanari."
"So?"
"A futanari couldn't be born without the lineage. And if the news reaches the palace, you will either be conscripted into the royal army or worse. Viscount Hoax isn't strong enough to stop them."
"Worst?"
"My lady, shouldn't we take care of that first?" After lighting a few mana lamps, Hure pointed at her meat shaft.
"Please wait a few moments more. I will arrange to take care of that." Seeing Thyra nod, Hure mumbled, "I wonder who would be the lucky one to receive the first seed of my lady?"
Hure left the room. Thyra sat behind the closed curtain. She had a clear view of everything from the inside, but those on the outside couldn't see in. She had no idea what kind of magic it was.
Thyra had no time to praise the magic. She was in this world for no more than a few hours. And all the information she had received was too much for her.
She was a princess inside a novel. If others knew about her existence, she would be assassinated.
A civil war will break out after the real MC leaves the kingdom. However, she didn't know which side would fight whom.
Leaving was the only option Thyra could think of. However, if the identity of the futanari is so strongly regulated…
"I might have to leave like a monk for the rest of my life," Thyra mumbled. But she remembered another thing.
"How do I use this?" looking at the tattoo, she couldn't help wondering.
"In the novel, the author said MC must direct her mana to the tattoo. And if I do so… Wow."
A warm current flowed through Tyra's body. There was a tingling feeling, but her body started to feel lighter. She fisted up a few times before realizing what was happening.
"It increased the power in my body. An increase in strength and…" Thyra touched her thumb with her index finger, and when she started to pull them apart, a sliver of lightning sparked between them.
A smile appeared on her face. The mythical Fenrir had command over the wind. However, unlike the mythical beast/monster, not all the unique beasts could control the elements.
"I am happy that it's a good one," the edge of her lips almost touched her ears. But in that split second of inattention, the lighting flew out of her hand and smashed against the wall.
"Oh!" It chipped a part of the stone wall and left a black mark. Excited, Thyra wanted to check from close, but…
*Knock*
"Come in."
The door opened, and Hure pushed a trolly into the room. It was only when the smell of warm food reached her nose that Thyra realized that she was hungry.
"Another sin you should be worried about is gluttony," Hure said as she served the food on the table.
"Don't worry, my lady. I will take care of your food." Thyra still could see the smile on Hure's face as she said, "My lady should take care of that first."
"All three of you, come here."
Only then did Thyra notice the three servants trailing after Hure. Hure went back to close the door, saying, "Strip."
One of the girls flinched at the unexpected words. Even Thyra was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
"Hure, come here."
Before Thyra could ask, Hure came closer and whispered, "I am sorry, my lady. You are choosing your first concubine; I should have gathered more women to choose from."
'What the fuck are you talking about?' Thyra wanted to cry out loud. 'Even if this thing can get hard, this body is still thirteen years old.'
As if Hure could read her mind, she answered, "The crown prince had his first child at the age of 11. Young nobles choose their first concubine at the coming-of-age ceremony. I have trained them to serve my lady after the coming-of-age ceremony."
"But…"
"If my lady is unhappy with them, I would like to serve my lady by myself."
Thyra paused. She couldn't help but laugh at her duality. A moment ago, she just pushed Hure down to satisfy her lust, and now.
'This is a smut novel. What am I expecting?' That was the only reason she could come up with.
"My lady, please let me serve you. I will be your maid my entire life." One of the girls cried as she contemplated how to justify the logic of a fantasy world.
Soon, another girl beside her fell to her knees and put her forehead on the ground. "My lady, I will serve you all my life. I will never betray you. Please choose me."
Yet, the third one stood there. Naked. Thyra hadn't noticed that as soon as Hure ordered, she stripped without wasting time.
The girl was staring right at her. Although there was a magic curtain between them, Thyra felt the girl was directly staring at her.
"What is your name?" Thyra asked.
"Me, I am Rita." The girl on her knees answered in excitement.
"No. Not you?" Thyra pointed at the girl and said, "You."
"Me?" When the other girl asked, Thyra realised they couldn't see her from the side.
"Aria." Yet the naked girl somehow understood that Thyra was asking her.
Thyra took another look at the girl. Although her face was lightly tanned, her skin was white. She was someone who usually worked outside.
The next thing she noticed was her big melon with small pink nipples pointing in two different directions.
One check and Thyra was sure one of the criteria for the choice had to be the bust size. Hure had picked them because they had breasts similar in size to hers.
"She will do."
As soon as Thyra gave the order, Hure forced all the other girls out of the room.
"How old are you?" That was the first question Thyra asked.
"My lady, she already had her coming-of-age and essence absorption ceremony."
"Essence?"
"My lady, I gave her the essence of an uncommon beast. She has the regenerative ability and high stamina. She is a great choice. She will certainly satisfy you."
Before Thyra could say anything, Hure asked Aria, "Do you understand what is the meaning of being my lady's personal servant?"
Aria stole a hindered glance at Thyra before answering, "I have to take care of my lady's every need."
"Wrong." Hure pulled out an old, thick paper and put it in front of Aira. "You will sell yourself to my lady."
"Okay." To Thyra's surprise, Aira accepted without a single protest.
"Put your blood on the paper." Aira did as she was told. Hure took the paper and asked for Thyra's blood.
As soon as Thyra put her blood on the paper, it flared up.
And soon, a ring tattoo appeared on the finger she used to take out blood.
However, in the case of Aiar, a choker tattoo appeared on her throat.
In a moment of dumbfoundedness, Hure cheered, "Congratulation, my lady, on receiving your first concubine."
She took Thyra's shock as a sign of impatience and added, "I will prepare her soon for your pleasure."