Tipping Point - Part 2

I let Lina lead the tiresome negotiations because I'm starting to get bored of these games. I really want to go talk to Oritiki about the Sky Lands mission, but that needs to be done in person. After tonight's gathering, we'll kidnap Katasko's commanders and interrogate them in Goldcross, so I can just make a quick stop at our home and organize the expedition…

But what I really want to do, though, is to just go back to research and training. I have too much shit to do to be getting caught up in this lengthy bullshitting.

Finally, after the precise amount of investment is settled upon, the girls help entertain the guests, allowing my introverted self to rest. Reinhold is a boisterous battle freak like Hana, so the two of them hit it off quite well. Their talk even continues through lunchtime, going right up until desserts.

"It's curious that he, specifically, was chosen to speak to us," Yunia ponders through [Bind].

"I can think of plenty of reasons for it, though," Alissa retorts.

"Yes, it's not like it's completely unthinkable, but it seems pretty obvious that he hurried to have this meeting so that it'd happen before the Purification, not after."

I don't feel like speculating, so I just focus on eating my chocolate cake.

"Have you ever heard of the tale of Juramen, the Cursed, Lord Wolf?" Reinhold suddenly addresses me.

I check with the girls, but they also respond negatively.

"No. What's it about?" I impassively question, eager to return to my chocolate cake.

He leans back in his chair, and I almost roll my eyes as I can just feel him preparing to recite a long speech. "A lionfolk warlord who everyone knew was cursed, but not the reason why, for everyone who was there when it happened had mysteriously died."

I can't hold back my sarcasm as I reply, "This seems like such a lovely and happy tale."

He chuckles heartily and affably continues, "It actually is. Juramen lost everyone he ever loved due to the curse, but he didn't give up on life. He was strong, determined, and talented, so he didn't let that loss keep him down. He left his birthplace in Wideberg and went west, entering Bestiaram, even going so far as to cross the accursed Forest of Eternal Flames, all to find a place where nobody knew who he was… and so, he lived a normal life.

"That is, until he inevitably rose to power once again, and the curse began to kill the people he loved. But this time, he was determined to fight it, and so, he pressed on, growing stronger as his hands became increasingly bloodied."

Well, that's fucking grim…

Though his casual tone is a bit jarring, he doesn't dwell on this dark part of the tale and quickly continues, "He endured it all like the unbreakable warrior that he was until suddenly, he won. His loved ones stopped dying, the wars came to an end, and his followers gave him their unwavering loyalty.

"Was it really a curse, then, if it disappeared so suddenly? Or was his curse his ambition?"

The ending was okay, but it's still not a happy story. "What is the point of this tale, General Reinhold?" I question as I frown confusedly.

Then his eyes turn wistful, and even his wife stops speaking to look at him. "I've been called 'cursed' a few times before, but what about you?" He softly asks.

I stiffly answer, "Yes, but that's something I've said to myself."

"And whose fault is that?"

"What…?" I croak.

He stares at me intensely as a fire is lit in his eyes. "Whose fault is it that we're cursed? Who made us this way?"

"It's our choice to follow this path," I impartially deflect.

Then he stabs his cake with his fork and raises it as he smiles daringly. "And who dangles the sweet chocolate before us?"

I remain resolute and retort, "Then both sides are guilty. We see the obvious bait and still take it."

"Heh," he grunts and resumes eating.

--

After that awkward moment, he returns to his boisterous bearing but then leaves soon after, and I sigh tiredly. The girls are actually really good at dealing with nobility, and I'd definitely be fucked if it weren't for them.

Anyway, shit might hit the fan after tonight, so I want everyone to be well-rested, and I know just the right place for that, but it might also be a good opportunity to bond with the knights.

"Why are you asking me this? Krysta would kill me," Anton immediately rebukes and huffs.

"Not interested," Aisco responds robotically.

"I politely decline. My wives are already a handful," Alcander immediately declines.

"With honor!" Nohopu happily exclaims.

"Thank you for the invite, but I'll pass…" Kurii impassively answers.

"I'm in," Palo instantly replies and raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I assume this won't be a free-for-all?" Silvano disinterestedly questions, and I nod concernedly. "Eh, well… I guess it might be fun."

Azador hums thoughtfully. "May I… use a private room?" He quietly inquires, and I allow it as long as he obeys the rules of the place.

"I'll pass…" Lolo dryly replies.

Then I ask Nikolas, and he gives me a very confused look.

"If you're uncomfortable, you can leave at any time, but come on, at least give it a try," I insist, making full use of my "Charisma."

But he just slowly knits his bushy eyebrows.

This is my apology to him, it's for the bros, so I quietly insist, "Lolo won't know."

His face twitches as a variety of emotions try to take over, but the one that eventually wins is resignation. "Sure…"

--

Getting things ready takes a bit of time, so everyone starts pre-drinking in anticipation of this "event," and the girls get a small buzz going before we even reach the train. The knights coming with us are all elves, who are known to drink a bit of hard alcohol even though they have slender bodies, so they get a bit more than just a buzz.

After a short wait, everyone boards the Hyperloop's train, and we take our seats. All of the people who accepted my invitation are male, and on the female side, there are only my wives and the six Companions for security, so the atmosphere right now is a bit too manly for my comfort considering where we're going.

Even elves can act like bros, and some of the knights seem to be acting a bit bold, which the very light clothing of the girls certainly isn't helping.

Palo suddenly stands up, then straightens his back and marches towards us.

"Lord Ryders…" He calls our attention and pauses. "Is everyone going to the same place?"

I look up at the elven mass of muscle, and his face is completely impassive, but then I notice that the way the rest of the boys are showing interest in this question is quite suspicious.

But before I can answer, Hana immediately pounces on the opportunity and teasingly exclaims, "You hoping to see us naked?!"

He categorically replies, "I merely want to make sure that we have enough men to guarantee your safety."

Bullshit.

The suggestive way the knights are looking at them is proof of that.

"My wives will stay nearby in another room, but the Companions and the golems will be protecting them," I impassively explain as I observe the men intently.

There's a very restrained but still obviously disappointed reaction among them, and some of the knights whisper something to Nohopu, the squirrel Chimera captain, and Alissa eavesdrops on them.

"Didn't they used to walk around in their underwear?"

"Yeah," Nohopu smugly hums.

"Lucky bastard."

"The Horns saw him fuck her, tho."

And we quickly catch up on what they're talking about.

Hana stands up and fondles her tits as she shouts, "You boys disappointed that you won't get to see some of these?!"

But I simply narrow my eyes at her and wait.

Once the men have their eyes back on her, she pulls down the straps of her very loose and criminally small dress and flashes them, revealing her deliciously dark nipples and the whole of her juicy tits for just a second, and receives cheers in return.

"Girls, you know what this means…" I hum threateningly.

Roxanne, Yunia, and Romy look quite eager to reinforce her obedience training, but the way she's basking in the attention tells me that she thinks it was worth it.

"You're the one who awakened the exhibitionist within me when you fucked me in front of my brother," she defiantly replies through [Bind].

She's basically already flashing people every so often with how loose her dress is, but I made it clear that I control when she's to be exposed, so she needs to be punished for this violation.

She sits back down, and her yellow eyes stare at me ferociously. "Hurt me, daddy," she whispers seductively, and I get a boner as I start to imagine how I'll torture her.

"Don't worry, Wolfy, I'll do it for you," Alissa obediently chimes in, her orange eyes staring intensely at the impertinent cum slave.

Hana's ferocious grin subtly stiffens as my loyal fox manages to impart just a little bit of dread into her heart.

--

After a short ride, we finally arrive at our destination, the Little Red Sandal brothel.

It's a cute, three-storied building painted entirely in pastel pink and decorated with plenty of whimsical curves and cute animal drawings.

When we enter the cozy main hall, we notice that the whole brothel seems to have been reserved for us as there are no other patrons here. There's only a line of petite women and little lolis before us.

Then my eyes are drawn to the one in the middle, a small and mature wereowl woman with a sharp gaze and gray skin and feathers. She's wearing long, semi-transparent, black peacock feathers as a dress, hiding strategic locations while showing that her body is still holding up pretty well. Her long-sleeved black gloves and thigh-highs are also really damn sexy, even though I notice (through my keen eye for sensual textiles) that they aren't Snow Weave.

Princess Sa'Haa awakened my thirst for wereowls, and since I still haven't gotten any with my favored gilf, I'm feeling quite peckish for this experienced, sexy bird.

The line of women bows deeply in sync as the gilf announces, "Royal Lords, welcome to the Little Red Sandal. I'm Tol'Alee, the proprietress."

"Thank you for so quickly preparing your brothel for our visit," I kindly reply.

She gracefully flashes a cordial smile. "Anything for someone of your distinguished station."

I motion towards the girls. "My wives desire some private relaxation while the rest of us will go for group entertainment."

She nods, then delicately cautions me, "Your Highnesses, due to your 'draconic features,' I must warn you that only some, specific, dwarven girls have the 'Endurance' to match your 'vigor,' so please respect their limits."

I kindly reassure her, "Oh, you don't have to worry about that. We're not the type of people that would abuse our partners' bodies… unless we're asked to."

She stares at me for a couple of seconds, but then she seems to believe me, and her posture subtly relaxes. "That's great to hear."

"Now…" I hum huskily as I walk closer, then I stop before her and delicately push up her chin with a claw as I stare seductively at her. "If you're available, I desire for you to join me, along with any family you might have."

My incest fetish is itching once again.

Tol's face remains perfectly impassive, but she can't hide the way that her pupils dilate and her breath quickens. Her face shows the gaze and wrinkles of her age, but she retains a frail yet stern beauty that's simply unlike anything elven I've tasted before, and I'm attracted to its novelty.

"Would my daughters and granddaughters satisfy you?" She whispers, a hint of sensuality in her faintly hoarse voice.

My tail starts wagging on its own as I grin. "That'd be perfect."

--

Tol'Alee and I sit on the wide reclining chair, then I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close to me, and she turns sideways so that she can lean against my chest. I'm quite thankful that these chairs have a side opening to accommodate my tail since that isn't really a common feature anywhere.

Behind me, her dark-skinned, wereowl, older daughter faintly tickles me with a feather fan while her gray-haired, halfling, younger sister takes off my sandals and plays with my draconic feet.

Tol's youngest granddaughter, a halfling girl who's almost completely hidden by the gray mass of curls that is her hair, serves alcohol in a sparkly glass cup while her Latina wereowl cousin (who is also Tol's granddaughter) dances in front of us, making use of peacock feathers to create mesmerizing movements, drawing my eyes to all of her youthful, sexy curves.

A duo of mature lolis play a soothing tune on a lute and a set of drums while the large, bright hall is filled with the sounds of light sighs, giggles, and moans as the lolis give the men oil and feather massages while they drink.

Tol gives me a sip of the alcohol, a fruity and very sweet light drink, then she takes a sip for herself from the same glass, and we kiss.

I gently savor her lips, gradually taking in the sweet taste of her lipstick, then I taste her tongue, and she shows me what it means to truly kiss.

Like being stabbed where I'd never expected to be, she plays with all of the sensitive and unusual places in my mouth, and I'm forced to admit defeat to her superior skills, giving her free rein to play with me as she wishes.

Her loli daughter kisses my scales and continues up my leg, her small and moist lips giving me little tingles of pleasure that come dangerously close to my crotch.

Tol suddenly breaks the kiss, then they help me take off my vest and shorts, giving the feather woman more spots to tickle and the loli down at my lap more places to kiss.

I notice that Nikolas has his hands all over a cute little slut in pink underwear, and he's breathing so heavily that he kind of looks like a big, black, panting dog.

"Enjoying yourself?" I tease him while my lap loli kisses my shaft through my underwear, and he gives me a nervous glance.

"This place is amazing!" He whisper-shouts and sneaks a hand under the pink panties of his cheeky loli, who graces our ears with a perfectly crystalline giggle.

"I'm happy that you're enjoying my girls," Tol gracefully replies and smiles, the expression looking so beautiful on her face that I savor her lips and tongue once again.

At the center of the hall, there's a group of lolis fooling around on a raised bed while a few girls dance around it. There are just so many attractive things to look at that I decide to summon a few birds to allow me to keep an eye on them while I stare at my personal Latina wereowl dancer.

The feather milf gives me a chill that goes down my spine, then she jumps and giggles in surprise as my tail moves on its own.

Oof, that was good.

"Play with my tail more," I order the feather milf, and she happily obeys.

Then I kiss Tol again as she caresses my chest, her gloved hand making the gesture look a lot sexier than normal, but then the lewd loli down at my lap gives my shaft a soft bite, almost making me jump in surprise.

I look down at the cute little bundle of sex, and we smirk at each other, then she bites the hem of my underwear and pulls it down, freeing my cock.

Everyone nearby stops to stare in awe at the massive, studded, spiked, ribbed, thick thing… even Nikolas and some of the knights.

"That's not going to fit," the lewd loli whispers, her voice full of awe.

"This is why women submit to me," I explain and shrink it back down to normal size. "My cock is magical."

Nikolas remains still for a moment as he stares at it, frozen in fear and confusion as he seems to realize that Lolo never had any chance of resisting my charms, but then his pink loli takes out his respectable dick, and that reminds him to not neglect his girl.

"Goddamn, Your Highness. It's a fucking shame that you don't fuck other men," Palo remarks out loud, and a few of the knights laugh along with him.

Tol's family recover from their scare and resume their jobs, with the lewd, gray, milf loli immediately deepthroating my entire cock. Lina pays close attention to her, noticing how her jaw distends to accommodate my considerable girth.

I can tell that this little one has a pretty good level in [Oral Technique] as the pleasure immediately rises to a very comfortable level, and then she starts bobbing her head up and down at a nice pace while her gray eyes stare intensely at mine. She's the perfect little cock-sucker.

"If you want to be dominated by me, then you can just ask for a duel," I boldly reply to Palo as I play with my milf loli's short and curly gray hair. I also add a bit of my spirit touch to get her in the mood.

"Stop it, you can only make me so hard!" Palo shouts teasingly and strokes his considerable meat club (for an elf) while staring defiantly at me.

The way Tol caresses my chest subtly changes, and I feel her hot breath against my neck as she starts to become aroused, so I add my spirit touch to my chest, too, to arouse her further.

"You can stroke your little things as much as you want. I enjoy having an audience gasp in awe as I display my prowess!" I banter back and glance at him.

He pauses, seriously considering it, but then Silvano stands up and drags his chair closer to mine. He stops a few meters away, then drops onto the reclining chair and starts to stroke himself while fondling his personal loli.

That emboldens Palo to do the same, along with two other knights of dubious heterosexuality.

Remind me to never play gay chicken with an elf again.

"No, we won't," Roxanne replies through [Bind] and laughs.

I focus back on the women before me, and my eyes meet with a frightened gray pair hiding behind a mass of gray curls as the youngest loli is placing some fine snacks on the table beside me.

I point at her and order, "You. I want you first."

She gasps, and her eyes open wide as she almost drops the plate of not-grapes.

"She's inexperienced," Tol cautions me.

"It's fine. I'll be gentle and guide her."

I love turning frightened and innocent young girls into eager and obedient cum-addicts.

Her slutty mother stops deepthroating me and goes over to her, then she whispers something into her daughter's ear and gives her hand a few reassuring squeezes. The youngest nods and seems to regain some of her courage, then the pair of gray-haired lolis walk back to me.

Her little pale legs straddle me, and she suddenly freezes when her red silk panties touch my wet shaft, then she raises her eyes to meet mine, and the fear starts coming back.

"Why don't you comfort your daughter with kisses and make her wet for me?" I huskily suggest, and now the younger loli seems eager.

The halfling mother draws out her daughter's face from within the mass of gray curls, revealing a blushing, mousey girl with faintly bucked teeth. Then the older loli kisses her lips, and her daughter immediately responds.

I stare in awe as they kiss each other unashamedly like lustful lovers, and my cock throbs against her entrance, making her twitch in surprise. Then the mother sneaks a hand under her daughter's silk panties and immediately penetrates her, drawing out a muffled whimper from the inexperienced girl.

Feather milf also does a good job with my tail and back, giving me repeated chills while her dark-skinned daughter continues her entrancing, sensual dance.

Tol fills my chest and neck with kisses as the halfling mother warms up her daughter, but then I feel a rising heat coming from her pussy, and soon, it also becomes moist.

Their mouths suddenly separate, and the daughter seeks her mother's lips for a second while out of breath before she remembers that there's a hard cock pressed against her entrance.

"All ready!" The loli milf happily exclaims, then gently pulls her daughter's panties to the side, revealing her moist lips.

It's time to savor this loli's pussy.

I grab her incredibly small hips and easily lift her up, then I line up my cock with her entrance and slowly but steadily lower her down onto my shaft.

She has a delicious tightness that's similar to Lina's, but there's something different about the insides of this mousey loli. She feels "fragile," as if I could easily tear her apart if I was too rough with her.

Her thin legs quiver as I spread her around my shaft, and she bites her lip in delight, then I give her a moment to adjust to it before I move her up and down my long, long length. The longstroke technique is one of my most popular tricks to make women submit, and I become even more certain of it due to the looks of surprise that everyone's giving me. Even Tol seems impressed by my unique use of my skills, and soon, my loli is screaming in pleasure as I attack all of her weak points.

Her locks bounce up and down, occasionally revealing her body as she writhes in ecstasy, but she quickly breaks after just a couple of orgasms, so I soon move on to her mother.

This one actually has enough composure to act playful while we fuck, and her adorable little feet start to look quite appetizing to me.

My backrest suddenly disappears from behind me, and I find myself lying down, now completely horizontal.

The milf loli swings her legs up and presses her feet against my chest, then I take off her sandals like one opens a candy bar and start sucking on her loli toes.

I easily bounce her on my shaft and fuck her tight pussy a lot harder than her daughter's, very much enjoying her increased endurance from experience.

Meanwhile, wereowl daughter and granddaughter give me a very tickly feather massage while wereowl mother continues to caress my chest as she whispers dirty things in my ear.

"Fuck my daughter with your massive draconic hammer of love. Show her how good you can fuck. Give her an orgasm that no other man could ever give her. Make my entire family fall in love with your cock!"

But halflings don't have anywhere near the "Endurance" of a dwarf, so milf loli soon also falls.

"Are you… insatiable…?!" She weakly exclaims as I gently deposit her on the sofa, right next to her resting daughter.

I soothingly reply, "Oh, no, I have a clear limit. It's just that there's no single woman who can win against me."

Well, Cereleia can, but that's just because I can't stop cumming when I'm inside her.

Then I kiss her forehead and turn to the remaining wereowls. It's time for the Latina mother and daughter duo… at the same time.

The daughter bounces on my lap while the mother is fucked by my tail, and they both worship me, covering my head and neck with kisses and licks as I bring them to Paradise.

I'd never had a wereowl before this, and I'm quickly gaining a lot of appreciation for them. Elves have an ethereal and dignified delicate beauty while wereowls have a stern and bold frail beauty, but they both have a bit of a haughty air to them that I love to break as they become addicted to my cock.

The only problem with looking frail or delicate is that… well, they are frail and delicate.

"P-p-please…! Let me… rest!" Older Latina wereowl begs as I savor the way her insides spasms and delightfully squeeze my cock.

I stop thrusting and vacate her, allowing her vagina to leak copious amounts of my cum, then I order the younger Latina to clean up her mother. My job here is finished, I sit back down on the reclining chair, and Tol starts stroking my filthy cock with her gloved hand while we watch the show.

Sweet, sweet taboo.

And once they're done, it's finally time to fuck Tol'Alee.

I turn to her and kiss her lips, then she starts unbuttoning her feather dress.

After a couple of seconds, I feel its softness slide off her body, so I pull back to observe her beauty and see that she's now wearing nothing but her long-sleeve gloves, semi-transparent panties, and thigh-highs. She is, indeed, someone of age, but I still find her very beautiful and sensual, enough to make my cock become as hard as diamonds at the sight of her visibly wet panties.

I smoothly pull them down and notice a string of fluid sticking to them, then I climb over her and pull her arms up behind her head as I stare deeply into her dark, sharp eyes.

"Take me, young Symbol of Might. I surrender to your virility," she whispers seductively, not a hint of deceit in her mildly hoarse voice.

I grin eagerly and raise her waist with my tail, then I easily slide into her, and she twitches at my generous girth as she lets out a soft coo.

Tol does her best to take me, occasionally holding me back so that I don't pierce her too deeply, or slowing me down just a bit to let her get used to my size, but I soon decide to thin my dick to make it easier on her, then we go slow and steady.

Another adorable thing about wereowls is that they do hoot when they moan.

"Ho~… ho~… ho~…" She hoots softly with every slow thrust.

Her thin legs weakly squeeze my waist, and her pussy grips my shaft as she goes through another orgasm, but she survives it and gives me the signal to continue fucking.

I softly grip her small breasts, wet each of her nipples with my tongue, and slowly apply my spirit touch to her entire mature body. Then I watch as her stern facade slowly melts into disbelief at the amount of pleasure I can give her.

"What… are… you…?" She weakly breathes.

"A humanoid Symbol of Might," I growl back, then I push her over the edge, and she breaks.

I give the brave bird a cup of water, then I finish my glass of alcohol and go rejoin my wives.

Palo and Silvano look visibly spent, but I'm not even halfway there, so I think I've "won" this dick-measuring contest.

Hukarere is noticeably horny, and I know she used to participate in gangbangs, so I don't want to leave her in a room full of horny men. I'll give her a nice fucking, then I'll also give the other Companions some attention so that they won't get jealous.

--

I lay face down on the massage bed, then I push my cock into the slot and observe through the girls' eyes as three dwarven girls use their delicate, cute little pantyhosed feet to massage my back and tail while a group of halflings take turns playing with my elastic cock and quite literally milking me.

I've come to the conclusion that halflings are cheekier and more adorable than dwarves, but they very much lack the endurance of the latter, though each race has its own specialties. A gaggle of halfling lolis can cause sweetness overload, but a pair of loli dwarves is optimal for Ravaging.

Ciel is definitely the one who's getting the most mileage out of this brothel, second only to me, as she has a considerable number of lolis attending to her every erogenous zone with their tongues and fingers.

Lina and Aoi are actually having some innocent fun by having pillow fights with other lolis, though the loser will be tied up and forced to cum by all the others.

And the rest of the girls are still busy having the golems punish Hana, so they'll properly savor the sweets around here a bit later, but they're all letting their sadistic side grow, and that'll certainly leave them feeling very horny by the time they're done.

I moan loudly from the amazing and novel massage. I wish I could have this done face up so that I could suck on their toes, but this actually feels really good (and I'm not talking about the lolis using my cock), so I'm fine with this position.

Flat is justice! Long live loli supremacy!

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