Thyra groaned as she poured her seed into Melanie's womb. She didn't remember if it was the fourth or fifth time. She moved away, leaving Melanie staring at the ceiling without any reaction.
Thyra sat beside her with her sloppy dick. The blood had dried at the root of the shaft, while the entire length was smudged with a mix of her seed and Melanie's wetness.
"The sun will be up soon. I think it's my time to leave," Thyra said as she looked back, only to find Melanie glaring at her. Thyra simply smiled as she came off her bed. Yet a pair of agitated eyes followed her.
Maybe after the first or second time, Thyra didn't remember when she had removed the gag. But Melanie didn't say anything. She only lay there without uttering a single word or a groan.
She lay there and glared at Thyra while following her every move.
"Oh! How could I forget about this?" Thyra raised a potion vial and held it between Melanie and her eyes. "Why should only one be punished when it is both of your fault?"
Thyra walked towards the still-sleeping Kreza and emptied the bottle into his mouth. A trickle of the concoction escaped from the corner of his mouth, but he reflexively swallowed the rest.
"I might have just done something good to you." Thyra put back the empty vial, saying, "With that, he won't be having any future kids anymore."
As there were not many changes in Melanie's reaction, Thyra said, "His seed would be useless from now on. That is a nifty way to do a vasectomy."
"And if you get lucky and get pregnant with my child, people will know that you are the mother of the last child of great young Lord Kreza."
Thyra dressed up, wore the amulet, and moved to the door. Thyra stopped before opening the door and said, "If I were you, I would have made a scene like he had a good time. Remove his dress, and give him a couple of handjobs. It would be better if he woke up to the feeling of doing it a couple of times."
Thyra stepped out, adding, "Believe me, we can feel if we have used our things even after waking up."
Even after the door closed, there were no changes in Melanie's expression. She continued to glare at the closed door. It was as if she had lost control over the facial muscles.
Then she moved. She moved closer to the sleeping Kreza. She stared at the peaceful, sleeping face of the young lord before moving her hand.
She grabbed his neck and squeezed. Kreza's expression changed instantly. The uneasiness grew as he groaned.
However, there was no one to notice that Melanie started to smirk. And the more Kreza struggled, the more the snicker grew on her face.
Yet she let go of his throat as her face turned into the same emotionless state. She continued to stare at Kreza before she started removing his dress.
'Removing' isn't the right word. She tore off the dress on his body. Her nails dug into his skin, leaving red scratch marks all over his body. However, she didn't care. She sneered as she purposefully left a few deep scratches on his body.
In the end, she even pulled the pants off his body. The 'average' sized dick greeted her as she had expected. She glared at it as if she had met her worst enemy.
In the end, all she could do was to she grabbed onto her last straw…
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About a week later. Eastern barracks of the capital city of Viscounty.
Nisa walked in front as Kaya followed her. Nisa had settled into Thyra's mansion. With the wedding gift her father sent and her freedom in the mansion, her life was still better than her time in her home.
She was truly living the life of a first wife. However, the only thing she craved was attention from her partner. There were only three times she met Thyra.
First, it was at the coming-of-age ceremony; second, at the vow exchange ceremony. And last time on the first night.
Even on the first night, Thyra didn't sleep in the same bed as her. She understood that a wife's value was directly proportional to her proximity to her husband.
If that wasn't enough, other women were vying for Thyra's attention. There was someone who was noted as Thyra's first woman. She is the first consort.
And a mature woman moved along with Thyra and the pregnant maid at the top of the hierarchy.
'I don't want anything. I just want my lady to love me.' Nisa knew not to expect too much.
She had come to the city a few days ago. And she had learned that Thyra goes to the eastern barrack to train with her soldiers every morning. So she came.
"What is that? Why is everyone clashing against it with the shield?"
"That? That is what my lady called a "shockwave leg charger." Kaya explained. "My lady designs that. She had said it could imitate clashing against the enemy's shield walls."
"Oh!" Nisa had never seen something like this before. It piqued her interest. It wasn't the only one.
The soldiers she had seen always swung their swords in the air. However, here the soldiers were hitting the wooden dummies with wooden swords.
"What are they wearing?" Even their dress was a surprise to Nisa.
"Those are heavy armour."
"Armour? I had never seen any armour like that."
"It isn't the armour you wear in war. Instead, it is an armour that you wear to train. They are almost as heavy as a child."
"Does my lady also make that design?" Receiving Kaya's nod, Nisa asked, "What are those they are swinging above their heads?"
"A slingshot. It's a weapon used to hit an enemy from a distance."
"Why don't they use a bow and arrow?"
"They are too pricey. There are still 10 of them. Everyone trains with them. The number of training equipment is significantly lower. So they have trained one by one."
Nisa could understand. Although her father was a lower-ranked noble, he still controlled a port and a few mines. While Justin had a lot more land than her father, he was far from rich enough.
On top of that, a war is coming. The army a Viscount has to train is also larger.
'But to think, my lady would design equipment for training… She is exceptional.' Nisa nodded as she tried to find Thyra.
Kaya understood her intention. She pointed toward the arenas, saying, "My lady is training with the trainees."
"Training? All five of them?" When Nisa checked, she was shocked, "Will my lady be okay?"
"The armour she is wearing and the wooden sword she uses are heavier than the trainees'." Nisa looked at Kaya, not understanding what she meant by that. Kaya smiled, adding, "You will know when you see it."
Thyra, armed with a long black wooden sword, took centre stage. Each of the five students had a sword very similar to that one.
After months of working with her, no one doubted the young lady's training. They came at her in full force.
One slashed across her chest, and the other pierced her from behind. Or at least they tried.
Thyra sidestepped left to avoid the piercing attack. The gap she had created was enough for her to block the slash, but another sword was aimed at her leg.
She jumped up, only to fall into the trap. The last two trainees were waiting for her to jump. Two more attacks came to target her head.
Although she was in the air, she could still move away from the path. However, the essence-suppressing cuffs were not letting her use any of her essences.
Neither did she need that. She stepped on the face of the first attacker as she rolled in the air. The two swords missed her by a hair's breadth.
As soon as she landed, she swung her leg, swiping two more off the ground. Before the other two could understand what was happening, she threw her sword at one while lunging at the other.
Although unarmed, she was too close for the trainee to swing his sword. And when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, no one could beat her.
"Wow!" Nisa exclaimed. She had never seen anyone move effortlessly in the air.
"See, I told you," Kaya said proudly.
However, there was one who wasn't proud. Ruth shouted, "Is that how a knight fights? Is there a knight who would let go of her sword in the middle of combat?"
Nisa was surprised by Ruth's demeanour but even more so by Thyra's willingness to hear out his criticism.
"My lady, we should wait at the barracks." Nisa was curious as to how Thyra would react next. Nonetheless, she agrees to go with Kaya to the barracks.