Brother - Part 2

Our morning is uneventful. We calmly eat our breakfast, everyone quiet and relaxed, as if nothing special happened yesterday, but everyone had their fetishes so thoroughly quenched that they're still basking in the bliss of sexual satisfaction.

After I fill myself with chocolate, coffee, and assorted sweets, I create some impressively dumb golems while we perform our mana circulation training.

The new golems have become comically dumb to the point that they actually have difficulty answering questions about my memories, which is… a good thing, I guess. They're less dangerous than the Chuckys, so they're more apt to be used as disposable soldiers, but they're also less effective in combat due to the obvious lack of intelligence.

Curiously, we don't know how to differentiate between a simple lack of understanding of our questions and them not having the memories they're being asked about. Memories don't seem to be as simple as deleting a file, so even if we scramble their minds, there'll still be something there. The new golems might simply lack the intelligence to interpret those memories, so they get confused or respond with incorrect information.

It feels good to delegate tasks to others, so I instruct the three connected golems, "Keep a few golems and see if they're able to become smarter, then test their memory again. Also, train them in combat as disposable soldiers like the Chuckys."

"We don't know how to increase the intelligence of a golem," Jarn surprisingly comments first.

"We could teach them arithmetic," Suzy suggests, surprising me again as she goes against Jarn's train of thought.

"I believe we should teach them more than one type of intelligence," I retort. It's interesting that she's suggesting imperfect solutions to problems as that's a sign of creativity.

And Ted, too, surprises me by choosing a different path, "We must ask Ciel what kinds of intelligence exist." Since she already has my memories, she knows that I don't remember what all the different kinds of intelligence are.

Then we approach Ciel, who watches us warily, expecting mischief, but I soothe my paranoid angel.

"We wish to suckle on your bountiful wisdom," I suggestively announce with a suggestive grin and suggestively raise my eyebrows repeatedly.

She frowns at my phrasing but then sighs and pulls out her tits for me to play with while we speak. "I know you were going to ask for them anyway," she dryly explains and offers me her delicious pair.

"And I know you like it," I huskily reply and cover one large nipple with my mouth while I put a sucker on the other.

"Anyway… w-what do you want to ask?" she forcefully continues the conversation, her breath already quickening as the daily suckling has made her nipples become very sensitive.

"What types of intelligence exist, and how may we teach them to the new golems," Ted calmly explains.

But Ciel frowns again, this time in confusion. "Types of i-intelligence? 'Intelligence' is only… one 'Stat.'"

If I leave them be, it'll take some time until they can fully understand each other, so I translate the question for her, "We want to increase a golem's intelligence, be it in general or in stat form."

She hums in understanding and thinks for a moment, which lasts just a tad longer than it should due to my slow sucking. Then she clears her throat and tensely explains, "Well, t-the 'Stat' of 'Intelligence' is a rough measure of your capability… o-of learning new things, but people have preferences, w-weaknesses, and divine-guided paths, so it isn't an absolute number.

"I-if you go by it logically, then having a… wide and thorough knowledge base about all matters will make it easier to learn any n-new topic similar to something already known or to d-deepen your knowledge in already… studied areas, therefore increasing your 'Intelligence' 'Stat.' This… ahn~… this is b-believed to work in a similar way to how a s-strong foundation… allows you to b-build higher."

The way it gradually becomes increasingly harder for her to speak is just divine… exquisite! Only Ciel can trigger my sadism this way.

"Then, in which areas is one encouraged to study for a wide knowledge base?" Ted wisely questions, giving me just enough time to savor Ciel before moving the conversation forward.

And my chocolate angel becomes pensive, then breathes in deeply and prepares herself for another long battle to keep her voice. "L-let's see… to increase 'Intelligence,' the p-priests are… ahn~… encouraged to… g-gain one level… in each of the system m-magic schools, two weapon… skills, a body or 'Stat' enhancement skill, a m-mana skill, two language skills, [Math], a dance skill, a… musical instrument skill, a painting skill, a crafting skill, a cleaning skill, a speech… ahn~ speech-related skill, and work on history study, a-and piety study." Then she lets out a long sigh and bites her lower lip seductively.

"Sounds like a lot of work," I remark with a cheeky grin and flick a nipple with my tongue.

"It-…!" -She glares at me- "It is… You'll also have trouble gaining any of those skills if you're low level, so that's why… combat skills come first."

"We'll write a list of tasks to be performed that we believe will train the golems in these various areas," Suzy obediently states.

"Later, we'll consult with Master Wolf about ways to improve the training regimen," Jarn adds and turns to Ted, but she has nothing to add.

"Sounds good to me," I happily hum.

And we return to our orb-boosted mana circulation training.

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For lunch, there's roasted not-cauliflower with not-almonds. A very delicate dish that screams "elf," and we gobble it up like orcs. After partying yesterday, something light like this dish is the perfect way to balance our diets again.

Nono bounces on my Cock as we eat, having slow, steamy sex for once, and I hand-feed the thick little white rabbit as she's too into impaling herself to pay attention to the food. The predators among us stare at her with growing hunger, and I share the feeling of fucking Nono with the rest of the wives to sate their desire, but only for now.

She'll soon become the harem's little plaything, and I'd love to see Silvane's reaction to her wife being shared with everyone as she's turned into our collective bitch.

Nono's insides quiver as she orgasms on my Cock, but she still has work after this, so this is as much as she'll get today.

And with the lewd air dying down, Osaria, the devilish woman, rather solemnly breaches a new topic, "Klein, Kaatohe, do the two of you have something to say?" Then she gives both of them a pointed look.

Ooh, this will be interesting…

Even Nono recovers from her post-orgasm-bliss to pay attention to this.

"Say what?" Kaatohe blurts out confusedly, but Klein immediately understands and looks just a tiny bit guilty.

The voluptuous milf focuses solely on Klein. "Since when did my little monkey girl get so close to this noblewoman?"

"One drunken night together means nothing," Kaatohe dismissively replies and haughtily averts her eyes.

"You two were flirting a lot," Lina exposes them, externally angelic, yet internally impish, and Klein gives her a look of disbelief.

"Klein, you're becoming gayer by the day," Hana remarks teasingly, but she's proud of her childhood friend's sexual awakening.

"Wolfy satisfies all my needs for men," the girl in question quietly confesses.

"But this monkey is mine, too," Osaria states possessively, sounding both a bit hurt and also mischievous.

"How ironic that you're feeling protective of your lovers after I forbid you from stealing mine," I wryly remark and stare at her intensely as Alissa plays with my Cock.

That actually makes Osaria quite embarrassed, and I almost apologize, but the way she struggles to hold back a grin tells me that she took it in a good way. "You've taught me a good lesson, my King, so I've decided to become a good girl for you and for my girls."

Then Klein loudly clears her throat, calling our attention to her stiff and awkward expression. "I still like you the most, Osaria. It's just that I sometimes like to have fun with the other women of the harem," she diplomatically confesses and assuringly looks Osaria in the eye.

"Awn… well, I understand. I just wanted to hear you say it," the devilish milf sweetly replies.

And we get the impression that this was all just an elaborate tease. Kaatohe isn't one to just take a verbal stab, so I expect my cat to give my milf some payback someday.

Just as the mood returns to being casual, a messenger arrives with a note from Sandoro requesting a meeting after our meal. He has called Nero back, so we should meet with the spy and receive his report on Heretic's Rest.

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Hana is chosen for this meeting while the rest of us warm up for a combat training session. When she arrives at the chosen room, Nero shows visible surprise at her presence while Sandoro remains impassive. The bald imperial spy looks significantly darker than I remember, and he now lacks his squared black beard and mustache, showing a dimpled chin and a manly square face that you'd find in a firefighter calendar.

"You aren't the one I expected for this sort of talk… Your Highness… with all due respect," Nero remarks and hastily adds the honorific, and I wonder if he isn't doing this on purpose since he's supposed to already know how to deal with nobility.

"Your Highness, thank you for answering my request," Sandoro calmly states, completely ignoring Nero.

Hana nods and replies in kind as she takes the biggest seat at the table, "We're all eager to hear the results of Nero's expedition."

And the Commander turns his eyes to the insolent fool.

Nero snorts at the cold reception and clears his throat as he readjusts himself in his seat, straightening his back, then finally begins his report, "I tried to infiltrate the desert elves, but their body type is way too different from mine or even from the average grassland elf to make it worth the effort. They're short and extremely thin from low sustenance, and I don't have the kind of subordinate that could endure such extreme body transformation, so I chose the background of a 'pilgrim' who wished to see the power of the Gods that cursed the land. They're 'tolerated' by the desert elves, and they don't dare kill pilgrims in fear of the temple coming to ask questions, so I had free access to most of Heretic's Rest.

"The desert elves are miserable, honestly. As poor as they can be, and some even resort to becoming nomads and wander the deserts in search of scraps due to how little grows over there. The coastal cities are better, but not by much because they're nests for pirates and safe-havens for smugglers.

"The people are living depressing lives, but their communities have surprisingly strong bonds, like chainmail. And just like most elven cities, they have low crime even though they host so many criminals. 'If you cause no problem, then no problem will follow you' is their motto.

"Their rulers aren't chosen for their combat power, but rather for their political power in controlling the pirates and smugglers, and also for their connections with the old royals…"

Now we finally reach the crux of the matter.

"The royals still rule like the old God-Rulers, and their word is absolute, but they let the people live their own lives for the most part. Their 'King,' a man called Idera, is quite loved among the commoners, and I heard that he can regularly be seen walking the streets and interacting with the populace, but I haven't managed to get my eye on him yet due to how suspicious the elves become of an imperial asking about the old royals."

"Anything about his personality?" I ask through Hana.

"Kind, fraternal, and protective, with a seething hatred for the Empire," Nero gleefully answers.

"Sounds logical considering he tolerates pirates and smugglers as long as they don't bother the populace," Sandoro states matter-of-factly, but his tone is full of disdain for these renegade elves who allow criminals to nestle in their lands.

Nero nods in agreement, then turns to Hana and stares at her intensely as he cheerfully cautions her, "If you try to conquer them, you'll have levies of commoners to deal with, stealthy and hardy nomads harassing you day and night, and an extremely harsh terrain, which you'll have difficulty finding a guide for."

But Hana just sidesteps his little test. "Yes, conquering was never the plan," she nonchalantly states and stares back in challenge.

And that makes the imperial spy rather confused. "Then what was the plan for how to deal with the royals again?" he blurts out.

"If they don't abdicate, we kill them," Hana stoically states, borrowing a bit of Yunia's cold-blooded composure.

"Well, I'm a spy, not an assassin," he concernedly replies.

But we'd never leave such an important mission to him. "Yunia is actually trained in assassination, and we also have a bit of experience with it, too." Our powers are too useful for assassination, almost as if we were intentionally given them to keep powerful people from messing with us.

"I assume that's our last resort, correct?" Sandoro questions a bit nervously. Even he won't talk lightly about murdering the once illustrious and honorable royal Soberano family.

And Yunia assuringly states through Hana, "Diplomacy, negotiations, manipulation, coercion, and elimination. That's the path of escalation."

Nero's defiant cheekiness mellows out as he seems to become legitimately curious about her. "You're different from the information I had gathered about you…" -Sandoro flashes him a glare- "Your Highness… with all due respect."

Hana is actually very eager to talk about this topic, and she smirks as she smugly retorts, "It has already been established that each of us greatly influences Wolf, but that also means that we're equally influenced by him and each other." She loves the fact that she likely gained "Intelligence" and "Wisdom" through osmosis from me.

Sandoro softens up a bit and agrees with a surprising amount of piety, "Yes, such perfect unity could only be the work of the Gods."

Nero snorts and gives Hana a sideways glance as he wryly remarks, "Well, now Your Highness is making me a bit afraid."

She snorts back, then Yunia takes over and replies in kind, "Now? Not when we arrested you and threw you into a dungeon, then forced you to become a Blood Slave?"

He just shrugs. "That was expected. I fear what I don't know, and I think I don't know you enough to gauge your capabilities."

"And everyone we've killed also failed to gauge our capabilities," Yunia brags, and Hana helps with her characteristic fearsome stare.

The spy doesn't seem intimidated at all, his four levels in [Intimidate] making him a match for Hana's also four levels. "Yeah, that's why you're frightening. But I guess I'm safe since I'm a Blood Slave," he cheekily replies and leans back in his chair in a relaxed posture.

"Most likely, yes," Yunia agrees with a rather chilling tone.

And Nero gives her a curious look, tensing up just a bit. "You sound like an elven noble, Your Highness."

As expected of someone with 18 in "Perception."

Hana takes back control and replies with a cocky tone, "Yes, Yunia's really rubbed off on me, and I'm talking about more than just tonguing my pussy."

"A shrewd dragonkin, what a scary thought," he quietly remarks and flashes a handsome grin. Hana gets the feeling that he's using his [Charm], but she's basically unaffected by it.

"Is that all that you have to report, Nero?" Sandoro sternly interrupts.

The cheeky spy nods and more soberly answers, "Well, this would be easier if I had subordinates, and not just elves that can infiltrate Heretic's Rest. A lot can be heard if you spread ears around in a net."

Then an idea comes to me. "How good are you at breaking and entering?" I ask through Hana.

"That's how I got started in this job. Information can be stolen," he proudly answers.

And I grin. "Then I have the perfect choices for your first two subordinates."

The little pair of thieves who tried to steal Ted would be better suited for something like this rather than priestly work.

"There's one more topic I wish to talk about, Your Highness," Sandoro suddenly interjects.

"Oh? What is it?"

"We've finished deciphering the notes of the monster lizard researchers you encountered under Gnomeria."

"Oooh~…" I hum in delight as I take over Hana again. "What do they say?"

The old elf clears his throat as he pulls out a piece of paper with his notes, then politely gives his report, "Well, it's hard to explain, so I advise you to read them yourself, but the translators summarized them as 'breeding research,' as the lizard monsters were seeking ways to improve a monster's body and intelligence without the need for a humanoid partner to 'give' their stronger seed or 'lend' their superior womb."

"That's also quite frightening," Nero quietly remarks, and Hana snorts. It's surprising that he understands the danger of breeder-type monsters who can strengthen themselves without the need for humanoids.

Sandoro continues without paying Nero any attention, "There was a lot of technical language that we confirmed with the temple to be related to birth and breeding, but the healers said that the monster's knowledge has seemingly surpassed that of the humanoids."

"Now that's something big," Hana hums in awe.

And Sandoro tempers the revelation, "But it's not an area that humanoids have reason to study since we have the Goddess of Fertility to guide us instead, so our knowledge in that area isn't very deep, to begin with."

"Could the priests learn something from these notes?" Ciel kindly asks through Hana, and Nero raises an eyebrow at her.

He nods solemnly. "Yes, but I haven't shared them in full yet."

"You can do so. Wolfy and Ciel have some interest in those notes, so prepare a copy for them," she requests, feeling awkward at saying her own name out loud.

"As you wish, Your Highness," he obediently replies.

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Cool, we have some research to read about genetic engineering. As horrible as its source may be, it's still fantasy genetic engineering, and that makes my nerdy instincts tingle. But it'll have to wait until tonight because right now, we're having a session with the Companions and the Lordsguard.

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Intermission – Arturus

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What the fuck did we do…?

I stare absentmindedly at the spear match. Wolf's frightening tentacles show how fearsome they can be by wielding multiple spears and keeping three Lordsguard at bay while he uses his shortsword to get within reach and dispatch the opponents one by one.

But I can't get my mind off the sight of those disgusting things fucking Sister in all her holes while her face warps in ecstasy. It's the most disgustingly perverted and twisted thing I've ever seen…

And it makes me horny.

Wolf ruined me!

"How hard do you think it'd be to learn how to create tentacles like that?" I absentmindedly ask Antares.

He immediately launches into an explanation that really damn surprises me, "The Celestial Horns had to endure some harsh training to learn how to use their armor without that [Solidify] spell that the other Chimeras use. I reckon that with our aptitude, we could learn how to create a small tentacle in about a month of constant training. How feasible that is in practice is another matter since the training is seemingly rather painful, but I believe it's totally possible to gain fully functional tentacles in a year."

I give him a weird look and hesitantly question, "You… you've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"

He nods solemnly. "I have…"

"But yesterday…" I begin, then let it hang.

And we both grin in sync as he continues for me, "I came so hard that I almost passed out. I can't stop thinking about Sis, naked and completely vulnerable before us as she's raped by those things…! My dick isn't hard right now just because I've masturbated so much that my balls hurt. And every time I think about yesterday, I get nauseous with disgust, but my balls also tingle with pain from arousal…

"I'm definitely getting those tentacles one day, and then I'll search for a wife who has a Scylla fetish," he hushedly declares, and I don't sense any hint of a joke in that statement.

I'm still doubting whether what we did yesterday was right or not, but what's done is done, and I feel like there's no turning back, so I need to think about the future, and that doesn't look pretty either.

"I don't think I can get married after yesterday. Nobody will ever be as… beautiful as Sister was in that position," I quietly confess, and I become surprised at the words that escape my mouth, scared, even. But the truth is that yesterday, Sis was the most beautiful and sexy woman I've ever seen, and my disgust is finally overwhelmed by arousal, so I start to feverishly spill out my heart, "Who could ever surpass her? She's a Queen, yet she was… debased, degraded… could the Imperial Princesses look more beautiful with an ugly cock in their mouths? What about an Empress…? I don't think they could, so there will never be another woman like Sis…"

And now that I've finally said it, my heart starts to calm down. Then we both turn to each other and chuckle in sync.

"What the fuck did we do…" Antares whispers wistfully, and we stare at Sis as she relaxes on the bench, her flawless skin flushed with exertion and shining with sweat, and my mind brings back the smell of her lewd arousal so strongly that it's as if I'm still there.

"It's as if we were possessed by lust," I remark with a mirrored tone.

"Or maybe Love herself, so I don't know if I should regret it," he replies with a chuckle.

And we smirk at each other. "Should we talk to Ciel or a priest?" I jokingly ask.

Bro casually shrugs. "I think she'll say something like 'as long as everyone is happy.'"

"I sure am. Or at least, my dick is," I hum suggestively and lightly elbow his ribs.

But he makes a rather annoyed face, always the negative one. "We've been cursed with a very difficult fetish, so maybe we could blame Wolf a little bit."

Well, I'm ready to give him a chance and follow his lead. "You think he'll let us see Sister get fucked again?"

He shakes his head. "I honestly don't know… but maybe."

I chuckle softly. Our opinion of him has changed quite drastically in a single day. "And here I thought that he was a bit of a dick."

And Antares shows a bit of negativity again. "He still is. He ruined Sister and us."

But we both liked it.

"That, he did…"

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Intermission end.

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