Negotiations

Yaling gave the kneeling woman at her feet a compassionate smile before holding her scepter to her chest, requesting her Lord's divine light to heal the poor woman. Her plea was immediately answered as a golden light descended onto the woman.

The woman had been a prostitute in one of the city's less-than-reputable establishments until catching an illness that had her flesh slowly rotting away. But as the light subsided, the wide-eyed woman stretched her now pristine arms out, finally relieved from the pain after what felt like years of living as an untouchable.

"May the Lord's everlasting light shine upon your life and his eternal darkness welcome you into its comforting embrace once your time on this mortal plane inevitably comes to an end," Yaling recited, making sure the healed woman and the crowd watching knew who to thank.

"Praise the Lord!"

"Hail his benevolence!"

"We are not worthy!"

The people chanted, making Yaling nod in approval. This wasn't the first time she'd healed the disenfranchised of this city, so it wasn't a shock to the gathering crowd.

"Move aside, make way!" a group of uniformly armed men parted the growing congregation.

They, of course, didn't take kindly to that, but after recognizing the men as guards of the Iron Bank, even if they were outraged that the miracles being performed were put on hold, they didn't dare act or even speak on their inclinations.

Stepping out from the formation of guards, Yaling looked at the tall and gaunt man who gave a slight bow.

"My Lady, I am Tycho Nestoris. On behalf of the Keyholders of the Iron Bank, I invite you to discuss matters of great importance," he said.

Yaling faked a frown. "Good sir, the only matters of great importance are the sacred words of my Lord that I've been tasked to spread."

She wanted to make the man squirm, and squirm he did, trying his best to come up with the best response that wouldn't come off as offensive. Yaling found it delightful to watch the man who thought he was of any importance flounder under her gaze, and to her delight, she felt that her Lord watching over her found the situation amusing.

"O-Of course, My Lady, I meant no offense," he bowed again. "But if you are willing to spend some of your valued time speaking with the Keyholders, I guarantee it will be worth it."

Yaling waited there, just staring at the man for a while to set his nerves on edge. "Very well, let's not keep them waiting then," she gestured for him to lead the way.

Tycho looked around nervously. It seemed he just now noticed her black-clad warriors surrounding his little group. "Umm, will your friends be joining us?" he squeaked.

Yaling nodded, "Yes, they are duty-bound to protect their Saintess at all times," she told the banker, his brow starting to sweat.

"A-Alright then, I wouldn't want to get in the way of these fine men and women's duty, now would I," he tittered.

The journey through the city was a quiet one, and after reaching the grand doors of the Iron Bank, their guide looked at her, clearly more nervous than before.

"My Lady, the bank has a rule about weapons you see…" he trailed off.

Yaling gave him a small smile for all the emotional turmoil she'd put the poor man through. "As long as they are allowed at my side, they don't mind handing over their weapons," she offered, making the man sigh in relief.

With her guards now mistakenly defenseless, the banker paused mid-turn, glancing at her divine scepter. It seemed he decided better of himself, leading the way through the bank without saying a word. It was true that the thing looked like it could easily bash a man's skull open, but she was a Saintess, she wouldn't act on such violence, right?

Entering the meeting room, Yaling met the eyes of the men who would take everything from her and, more importantly, her Lord, down to the last copper if they had it their way.

The room was obviously designed to make their guests feel like they were at a disadvantage, the half-moon-shaped table the Keyholders sat at noticeably higher than the seat she was directed to.

Yaling didn't let it get to her, sitting tall in the lowered seat, her guards lined up behind her, and her Lord watching over her.

And when they gave her the silent treatment, trying to put her on edge, she simply sat there, serene as always until an older gentleman finally cleared his throat.

"Welcome, Priestess, I hope you've enjoyed your…" the old man started speaking before being interrupted.

"I am the anointed Saintess of my Lord," Yaling cut in, making the Keyholder's eye twitch at the disrespect he wasn't at all used to.

"Ahem, Saintess, then. As I was saying, I hope you've enjoyed your stay in our fair city," he continued, his smile noticeably stiffer than before.

Yaling hummed. "Mmmm, I can't complain, the locals have been receptive enough of my Lord's grace,"

The old man who seemed to be the one chosen to carry out the platitudes perked up. "Indeed, but we've only heard whispers of your Lord, care to enlighten us?"

"Of course, good sir," Yaling smiled. "My Lord and Savior, Lux Tenebris, God of Everlasting Light and Eternal Darkness welcomes all under his divine aegis," she proclaimed, a noticeable golden aura wafting off of her form, making those in the room tense at what they assumed to be sorcery or witchcraft.

The old man adjusted his collar. "Right… and may I ask who provided you with the fine products we've been hearing so much about?"

"My Lord provides all," Yaling succinctly replied.

"Your Lord? As in…" the banker raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, that's right, My Lord, Lux Tenebris, provides for all," she agreed.

"Okay, then who is responsible for crafting the items?" he asked, and Yaling could hear the patience in his voice running out.

"That would be the students of my Lord," she said, making the man let out a sigh.

"Is there any way we can get in contact with whoever is in charge of your Lord's students?" he asked.

"Hmm, well, my Lord's mistress is usually the one giving orders, so maybe she could help you with that."

The old man ran a hand down his face, and Yaling could see the rest of the Keyholders each exacerbated in their own right.

"Your Lord's mistress?" he asked.

"Yes," she didn't elaborate.

"..."

"If I may barge into this riveting conversation for a moment… To begin with, my name is Bessaro Reyaan, you may call me Bessaro. Is there anything we could do to have you arrange a meeting between the Iron Bank and someone in charge of supplying the products you've been selling?" Bessaro finally decided to get the conversation moving in a more productive direction.

Yaling shrugged. "One moment, I'll ask," she said, placing her hands together and looking at the ceiling.

Before the Keyholders could raise their questions, the familiar golden light surrounded the Saintess's body.

"My Lord has agreed, but he has some conditions," Yaling told them.

"You just spoke to your Lord?" Bessaro asked.

"Indeed."

Bessaro wondered if this would go anywhere, but they were already this deep in; might as well hear the Saintess out.

"By all means then, let us hear these conditions," he said, trying not to roll his eyes.

"My Lord asks for your assistance in procuring property, with one being an adequate location for a temple. Of course, we will gladly pay, but he finds it distasteful for his Saintess to sift through the many disreputable landowners of this city. If that is acceptable, my Lord will send a trade envoy within a moon's time," she said, making him frown in thought.

This would be easily arranged, but something seemed off. What was being asked of them was so little that it set him on edge.

Bessaro looked around at the other Keyholders, seeing them all give a slight nod.

"That is something that could be arranged. Now, we do have one more proposition if you're willing to hear it," he paused before seeing the Saintess nod. "We'd ask you to exclusively sell the things you call compasses to the Iron Bank."

Once again, the Saintess placed her hands together and the golden light shone.

"My Lord says that this will cost you significantly more," she said.

Bessaro nodded; he would find it suspicious if this Lord didn't know how valuable the creation was.

"Let us hear it," he urged.

"My Lord believes that the other free cities won't be as welcoming to his temples as Braavos is and requests your connections for this purpose."

Bessaro thought about it. This would require significantly more resources than their first demand. He shook his head. It was still nothing compared to the value having a monopoly over the compass would yield.

He looked to his fellows once more and none raised a concern.

Bessaro smiled. "This will cost us a lot, and the Iron Bank may irritate long-time allies, but I do think it will be worth it in the end," he told the Saintess, playing up how much they were losing.

"Very good, I will stay in contact then," the Saintess said, standing from her seat and leaving the chambers with her black-armored guards following behind.

Bessaro was lost for words. When was the last time he and his fellow Keyholders had been treated with such a lack of respect and indifference?

Another member cleared his throat. "Did we just make a deal with a mad woman?" he asked.

Bessaro shrugged. "It couldn't be helped, not when so much is at stake. The compass will ensure our dominion over the seas," he said.

A New God's Conquest

Lux chuckled while looking through his Saintess's eyes. The jade beauty was playing with the high and mighty Iron Bankers like they were nothing more than mere toys.

He knew that the city built around sea trade would go crazy over the compasses that he decided to bring into the world.

Lux stood, Aurora hopping off his lap. Bella was spending time with their daughter, and Val was on a hunt, so he might as well entertain himself for the time.

Spreading his senses through the castle, he locked onto his two targets. Appearing in a silent flash, Lux grabbed the first, and before they could even react, he was already behind the second, and with a final third flash, he was at the foot of his mattress, a startled elf over each shoulder.

He tossed them on the mattress, and they squealed. Lux was eyeing the two up like the enticing little treats they were, and they noticed, one looking too shy and innocent to touch while the other's 'fuck-me-eyes' were apparent.

Of course, the first acting all shy was Leaf, the little cutie whose virginity he'd stolen, and the other was a far older elf named Ash, who, unlike Leaf, ended up gaining a delectable dark complexion with white hair after her bonding.

"Master, you know you don't need to be forceful with me. I'll gladly take care of your needs anytime," Ash teased, already starting to peel off the cute French maid uniform.

"M-My Lord, use me however you see fit," Leaf stammered, hiding her face behind her hands, not wanting to lose to her older kin. And like always, the elf's innocence had him wanting nothing more than to devour the little thing.

Lux vanished his clothes. The impatient dark elf, already naked and waiting at the edge of the bed, gently took his hardening cock in one hand while the other fondled his hefty sack.

"Don't be shy, Leaf," Lux held a hand out for the shy elf to take.

Almost like she was still a virgin, Leaf let out a cute squeak as he pulled the girl into his arms, running a hand through her vibrant, autumn-colored hair before leaning down to meet her sweet mouth with his own.

As he feasted on her soft lips, Lux got to work unfastening the overly complex dress, easily sliding it down the elf's slender form after figuring out the contraption.

Lux grabbed Leaf's hands. She was about to shyly cover up her budding breasts topped with light pink nipples, and he couldn't have that.

"My dear, your body's a work of art. Don't try to hide it from your Lord, now," he teased, Leaf's blush reaching the tips of her pointy ears.

As he played with the shy girl above, Lux shivered in pleasure, the little succubus below lapping at his cock and balls.

Groaning in pleasure, Lux's hand trailed down Leaf's soft stomach, reaching the little nub above the hairless pink slit.

"Nnngh, My Lord," Leaf whimpered, his divine fingers too much for the small elf.

"Just take deep breaths and don't try to stop those moans," he whispered into her ear, the pointy things twitching as his warm breath tickled them.

The words seemed to help as she began meeting his gentle strokes with her tight slit. Leaf was starting to turn to putty in his arms.

Lux felt the pleasurable sensations below his waist stop. "Master, you've been ignoring me," Ash whined. "Please, fuck your servant's little pussy," she begged, raising her bubble butt in the air while arching her dainty back.

Really, who was he to decline his loyal servant's earnest request? Lux watched in amusement as the shy little elf tried to follow his hand as he positioned himself behind the needy, chocolate cunt.

Maybe Leaf was starting to come out of her shell, or maybe she was just too far lost in her lust. Either way, the little cutie wouldn't let the hand toying with her dripping sex go, not even as he used his other hand to press his tip against the spread-open pussy in front of him.

"Yes… Yes… Harder, fuck me harder, master," Ash cried as his cock completely disappeared into the tight hole with each thrust becoming rougher and rougher. It was a good thing that the little elves were built a lot sturdier than they looked.

Lux looked over to the side, his eyes meeting with the guiltily pleading look that Leaf was sending him. The girl was too shy to say it, but he knew that she couldn't stand being left out.

Leaf let out an indignant huff after he easily tossed her little ass on top of the elf he was already balls deep into.

Sending a final hard thrust into the chocolate elf, Lux gave her his special cream-filling, the elf almost incoherent with how many orgasms she'd had in succession.

Lux didn't need a break. He could go all day, so that meant the shy elf lying on top of the fucked-silly one didn't have to wait.

He gently teased the dripping slit before slowly piercing the elf to her core. Lux knew that Leaf preferred it slow and gentle, and since she was such an obedient servant, he'd make sure she enjoyed herself while serving.

Lux leaned over the small form, tilting her pretty head to the side and catching those lovely lips of hers, their bodies molding to each other as he slowly worked himself in and out of the tight slit.

By the time their gentle fucking led to a simultaneous climax, the wild little elf underneath them was already kicking and raring to go.

Lux's nighttime fun wouldn't be ending any time soon.

A New God's Conquest

Watching Rose furiously taking notes from her perch atop a bookshelf, Aurora huffed. Her pops really was a baddie, showing the poor girl just enough affection to keep her hooked, while ignoring her to the point she was willing to go to these lengths for more.

She'd need to keep a careful eye on things; she couldn't let her father go too far.

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