"The War has come to an end, and the human Kingdom has accepted defeat." King Theron declared, in front of a crowd.
"YES, LONG LIVE THE KING!" The crowd erupted into cheers, and the king basked in the glory.
He waves and walks off, as the crowds cheered and followed him. The king enters the castle and heads to a large hall where the rest of the nobles are seated.
"Everyone, please settle down, as the King has an announcement to make." His advisor announces.
The hall went silent, as the king walked in, a smug look on his face. Duke Draven and Aya sit together and are not impressed by the King's attitude.
"Now that the war is over with the collective help of you my nobles, and the other nations, the humans have agreed to a peace treaty, and are now under the rule of the Alliance. With that being said, the next phase is to rebuild the human lands that have been equally divided between all the nations. As a reward for your loyal services, and the sacrifices made during the war, Me and the other allied nation have agreed to gift you one of the land regions as your own near your territory." As King Theron finished his announcement, the hall buzzed with murmurs and whispers among the nobles.
"As for the allocation of lands," King Theron continued, his voice carrying authority, "I have carefully considered each of your territories and strengths. Duke Zephyr Clawthorn, your bravery and strategic prowess during the war have not gone unnoticed. I believe the northern region, rich in forests and game, would suit you well."
The Duke inclined his head in acknowledgment, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"Marquise Nali Wolfheart," the king turned to her, "your loyalty and dedication to our cause have been unwavering. I propose the western lands, with its rugged terrain and natural defenses, as your new domain."
Nali Wolfheart's lips quirked into a small smile, a silent acceptance of the king's choice.
"Viscountess Lilia White," King Theron addressed the Rabbit beastkin, "your skills in diplomacy and negotiation have been invaluable. I believe the southern lands, known for their fertile fields and trade routes, would benefit from your stewardship."
Lilia White nodded graciously, her ears perked up with interest.
"Count Rend Wildfang," the king turned to the Panther beastman, "your agility and stealth were instrumental in many of our victories. The eastern lands, with their dense forests and hidden paths, would be a fitting reward for your service."
Rend Wildfang's eyes gleamed with appreciation, a silent nod of approval.
"Baroness Seraphina Skylark," King Theron's gaze shifted to the Avians' representative, "the high cliffs and open skies of the central region would provide ample space for your people to soar and thrive."
Seraphina Skylark inclined her head gracefully, a soft smile on her lips.
"Baron Tharok Ironhorn," the king addressed the Minotaur, "your strength and unwavering loyalty have been a cornerstone of our defense. The mountainous lands to the northwest, rich in minerals and ores, would be under your care."
Tharok Ironhorn nodded solemnly, a sense of pride evident in his demeanor.
"And finally," King Theron turned to Duke Draven and Aya, his expression solemn yet acknowledging. "Duke Draven Shadow Fenrir, your leadership and valor have been crucial in bringing this war to a swift end. I have chosen the southeastern lands, a blend of fertile plains and rolling hills, as your reward. Lady Aya your prowess on the battlefield is unmatched, you have proved yourself as a capable leader and tactician, earning you the right to lead the western lands as your domain."
Duke Draven's eyes gleamed with appreciation as he bowed deeply. "Thank you, Your Majesty. I accept this honor with gratitude."
However, Aya's demeanor was noticeably different. She stood beside her father, a mixture of emotions crossing her face. While she was grateful for the land allocation, her mind was consumed by thoughts of Renzor, who was still missing during the war.
"Your Majesty," Aya spoke up, her voice firm yet tinged with frustration. "While I appreciate the generosity shown to me and my family, I cannot help but wonder about the fate of my husband, Renzor."
The hall fell silent, all eyes turning to Aya and then to King Theron, who met her gaze with a mixture of understanding and regret.
"I understand your concerns, Lady Aya," the king replied, his voice carrying a weight of responsibility. "The search for Renzor is ongoing. I have dispatched our best scouts and trackers to locate him, but the chaos of war has made it difficult."
Aya nodded, her fists clenched at her sides. "I appreciate the efforts, Your Majesty. But I cannot rest until I know what has become of him. I would like to look for him myself."
"I assure you, Lady Aya," King Theron said, his tone reassuring. "We will leave no stone unturned until we find Renzor and bring him back to you. Please rest easy for now, and let me handle things."
Duke Draven placed a comforting hand on his daughter's shoulder, offering her silent support. Aya took a deep breath, steeling herself against the tumult of emotions raging within her.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Aya said, her voice steady. "I appreciate the help."
With that, the king nodded, signaling the end of the meeting. The nobles began to disperse, each lost in their thoughts and plans for their new lands. Aya, however, remained standing, her heart heavy with worry for Renzor and the uncertainty of the future.
"Daughter, let's go home." Duke Draven urged his daughter.
Aya stands up and nods, following her father out of the hall. They both walk together to the carriage and start heading towards the estate.
"Aya, please listen to what I am about to say. I have been thinking about it and have concluded that we need to be careful from now on." Duke Draven said.
"Father, what do you mean?" Aya asked, confused.
"I think you should forget about Renzor. You are still young, and I believe that there are other good men out there for you. It has been more than 6 months since the war and we have not heard anything about him. It's not like he is dead, but we cannot find him, so the most logical explanation is that he was enslaved." Duke Draven stated, trying to get his daughter to listen to reason.
"What, no. I can't, I won't." Aya says, anger rising.
"Listen, you can still be married to Renzor, but I want you to also consider others. Some other noble families have offered to have their sons marry you." Duke Draven explains.
"How could you even suggest something like that? He is my husband and I love him. You were the one who arranged for us to be married, and now you want me to consider others." Aya shouts, tears forming in her eyes.
"Aya, beastkin are allowed to have other lovers, so why can't you? Just because you are a woman doesn't mean you are any different." Duke Draven states.
"I will not abandon Renzor, just so you can marry me off to someone else." Aya snaps, her voice laced with venom.
"Aya, I am only trying to look out for you. You have 5 children who are being raised by no father. You need to be thinking of their future as well." Duke Draven explains.
"Those are MY children. I will decide what is best for them, not you." Aya says, tears streaming down her face.
"They are my grandchildren as well. From what I think, Renzor will be a slave for a very high noble, so even if you try to find him, it might not be easy to get him back. What if he comes back with a child or two? Do you think you can accept that?" Duke Draven says, hoping his words will get through to her.
"It doesn't matter, I will still accept him. No matter what." Aya states.
"Aya, please stop crying. I understand that you love him, but you have to be realistic. If you love him, you will let him go and move on for the children's sake." Duke Draven explains.
"Why are you so against me finding him?" Aya asks.
"Because I don't want you to suffer any more than you already have. You have been overworking yourself, and the kids can see it. They need a mother who can take care of them, not someone who is always thinking about someone else. Think about the children, they are what is important here." Duke Draven tries to convince his daughter.
Aya starts to sob, unable to form any words.
"It's ok, just take your time and think about it." Duke Draven consoles her, wrapping his arms around her.
She buries her face in his chest and cries.
The carriage arrives at the estate, and they both exit. The moment Aya gets out, the children rush to her, "Mom, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I am fine, let's go play." Aya says, smiles, and prays in her heart, 'Renzor, please be alive. Please come back home.'
The kids drag her inside, while the guards watch, smiling.
Back in the Royal Academy, I pull the young miss away and place my hand on her forehead and we are face to face, "Do you have a fever? Should I take you to the infirmary?" I say out of concern
She is looking at me with intense eyes, "No, I'm fine." She leans in and kisses me on the lips.
I pull away, "Young miss, what are you doing?" I say, shocked.
"I don't know, but my mind is telling me to do it. I can't hold back anymore." She presses her body against mine and kisses me again. Her tongue explores my mouth, and she wraps her arms around me, moaning softly.
I pull away again, and step back, "Young miss, we can't do this. It's not right."
"You are the one that did this to me." The young miss as her breathing becomes heavier. She walks over to me taking off her shirt and shorts and throwing them on the ground. She is standing naked in front of me, her skin soft and smooth, and her breasts are small but round.
"Please, Renzor." She is about to place her hand on me, but I grab her wrist and stop her.
"No, we can't do this. It is wrong." I grab a towel and cover her up.
"You are a servant, I am your master. I can do what I want with you." She argues, her eyes burning with lust.
"Young miss please I beg of you," I beg her, hoping she will understand.
"You can beg all you want, but you are going to give in. My body is aching for you, and you can't refuse me." The young miss demands.
I feel a burning sensation on my slave collar, and it hurts like hell. "AAHHHHH." I scream out in pain. 'Fuck, not this again.' I can't deny her, so I must follow her order.
"Young miss, please AAHHHH, I have a wife and children," I beg her.
"I don't care, they are not here. I am here, and you are mine. Now, obey your master." She orders me.
I try resisting, but the pain is too much. My whole body starts shaking and my mind goes blank. I fall to my knees, and can't control my actions. 'No, not again, please not again. I have to hold on. AYAA!' my mind is screaming in pain.
The young miss stands in front of me, her naked body glistening, and she takes off the towel and throws it aside. She places her hand on my head and pushes it between her legs. My face is now against her crotch, and I can smell her womanly scent.
"Now, serve your..." before the young miss can finish her sentence, there is a knock on the door. "Who is it?" She yells.
She lets go of my head and walks out of the bathroom grabbing her robe and putting it on. to the door. "I will be back soon. Stay here." She tells me.
I am relieved when she leaves the room, and the pain slowly fades away. I put on my clothes, trying to collect myself. I walk out of the bathroom and the young miss is talking with her friend, I activate [Shadow Walk] using the shadows of the wall to get to the balcony.
I look back at the young miss as she is talking to her friend. I quickly jump off the balcony.
As soon as I hit the ground, I started running toward Ragnar's office. As I approach his office, I slow down and compose myself.
I enter his office and Ragnar is sitting at his desk.
"Renzor is everything alright," Ragnar says, concerned.
"Ragnar, is there a way to get rid of the slave collar?" I ask desperation in my voice.
"I am afraid not, Renzor. Why, what's going on?" Ragnar says, confused.
"Then can you send a message to Duke Draven, please," I beg him.
"Sure, what is it?" Ragnar says.
"Tell him, to convince Aya to forget about me, I can't stay loyal to her anymore," I state.
"What are you talking about, Renzor." Ragnar asks, concerned.
"When I go back to the young miss, I will be ordered to... I can't take the pain anymore, please." I beg him.
"Renzor, please explain to me what is going on." Ragnar urges.
"Just promise me, you will send a message to him. Please, Ragnar." I beg him.
"Alright, I promise." Ragnar gives in.
"Thank you, I appreciate it. I need to go." I leave his office and walk back to the dorms.
Ragnar sits back and thinks about what just happened. He sighs picks up a pen and starts writing a message.
Back at the dorm, the young miss is looking around the room. I enter the room and she runs up to me and wraps her arms around me. "Renzor, where did you go? I told you to stay here. You disobeyed me, and it will not go unpunished." She grabs my arm and leads me to her bedroom.
She puts her hand on my shoulder and pushes me down. I am now on my knees, looking up at her. She unties her robe and takes it off, standing naked in front of me. She has an angry expression on her face, and her eyes are burning with rage. She slaps me across the face.
"Now, pleasure your master." She says in a commanding tone.
I look up at her, my eyes cold and emotionless. She grabs my head and forces me between her legs.
I use my tongue and eat her out, while she moans and groans. She is enjoying the feeling and her body starts trembling. "Oh god, oh god." She screams out.
She closes her legs around my face and her juices flow into my mouth as I am forced to drink it all up. She pulls away and looks at me. "You did good. Now, stand up and strip." She orders me.
I stand up and remove my clothes, as she watches me with anticipation. 'Aya I am sorry, please forgive me.'
"Now, lay down on the bed." She orders me.
"Young miss, please rethink this," I say in a cold voice.
"Shut up, slave. Obey your master." She yells.
'I am sorry.'
I lay down on the bed, and she climbed on top of me. She straddles me, and her wet pussy is hovering over my Shaft. "Now, I will fuck you like a wild animal." She says in a demanding tone.
'I am sorry.'
She lowers herself onto my Shaft and she gasps. "Oh, shit. You are so big." She starts moving up and down, her pussy gripping my Shaft tightly.
'Aya, I am sorry.'
I thrust into her and she lets out a loud moan. "Yes, fuck me harder."
'I am sorry.'
I start to move faster and faster, her moans getting louder.
'I am sorry.'
"Yes, yes, YES." She screams. "You are such a dirty slave, fucking your master. You should be ashamed of yourself." Her body starts shaking, and her juices are dripping down my shaft and onto the bed. She falls forward, resting her hands on my chest. She leans in and kisses me.
"You are so fucking hot." She whispers into my ear. I try not to moan and groan as she rides my shaft.
'I am sorry, Aya.'
I am about to climax and my mind goes blank, and my vision is blurred. "Fuck, I'm cumming." I can't hold back anymore. I grab her hips and pull out and start shooting my load all over her ass and back.
'Aya, please forgive me.'
She falls on top of me, panting and out of breath. She looks into my eyes, her eyes filled with lust. She kisses me and bites my lip. "That was amazing. You are a good slave." She rolls off of me and lays beside me, resting her head on my chest.
"Young miss, please let me go. Let me prepare you a bath." I beg her.
She lets me go and I quickly get up and start preparing the bath. As I finish the bath, the young miss enters the bathroom and gets into the bath.
She sighs, as she leans back, closing her eyes. I walk out of the bathroom, heading for the bedroom. I grab a rag and clean myself.
After a while, the young miss calls for me, "Renzor, can you help me to the bed?"
I walk over to the bathroom and see her sitting out of the tub with a towel wrapped around her. "Yes."
She tries to stand up, but her legs are shaking. I wrap my arms around her and help her walk. "You did a number on me." She laughs.
We reach the bed and she sits down. I pull away from her and she pulls me close and kisses me, her tongue entering my mouth. She lets go of me and I grab her gown and help her put it on.
"Thank you." She says.
"Young miss, I will go clean myself up," I tell her.
"Alright, just don't take too long." She replies.
"Of course." I leave the room and head to the servant's bathroom.