Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Sacred Tree’s Chosen (MobuSeka)

Commission (Part 1-3)

Themes: Mind Control, Master/Slave, Dom/Sub

Summary: An AU of of Volume Four where Pierre Io Feivel takes more than just the airship and armor. He takes Marie and Yumeria as well. This changes things.

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Part 1:

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Winning had never felt quite as sweet as this. As the second son of the Feivel Household, one of the Six Noble Families of the Alzer Republic, Pierre Io Feivel was used to getting his way most of the time. However, by that same note, he was the spare… which meant he didn’t get his way ALL the time. In fact, despite being blessed by Alzer’s Sacred Tree and granted incredible powers as a result, Pierre had to constantly watch his back, especially around other members of the Six Noble Families. He was small potatoes compared to all of them, after all.
 
However, they were the only ones Pierre considered ‘above’ him. Everyone else, he would never dare tiptoe around. That would go against his pride as a Sacred Tree Noble. If he saw something he wanted, he would always reach out and take it. That was also part of his pride as a Sacred Tree Noble. However, Pierre had to admit… he’d never won quite as big as this before.
 
“You won’t get away with this, I hope you know.”
 
Pierre grins at that, running a hand through his purple hair and laughing in the defiant face of Marie Fou Lafan.
 
“Won’t I? From my perspective, it seems like I already have, really…”
 
The blue-eyed blonde girl scowls at that, her hands curling into fists at her sides as she glares daggers. If looks could kill, Pierre would be six feet under. But of course, she has no power here. She’s completely helpless… and so is the other one as well. Pierre’s eyes drift over to the second woman in the room… a green-haired elven MILF with a body that just won’t quit.
 
Dressed in a maid uniform, Yumeria quickly averts her eyes as Pierre’s gaze falls upon her. She knows full well the danger of having a noble, any noble, turn their attention upon her. In fact, he heard she already had one half-elf child due to exactly such a situation. Mm, used goods… but also a MILF. Well, Pierre didn’t mind either way. She was hot so of course he was going to make use of her.
 
“Tch. Don’t be ridiculous. This is only temporary. Once Leon finds out what you’ve done, he’s going to come after you and-!”
 
“Quiet.”
 
He’s already getting annoyed by Marie’s talking. Immediately, the blonde’s teeth click shut as his order, enforced by the Sacred Tree itself, is obeyed. Pierre lets out a sigh as he rolls his eyes for a moment in the face of her defiance. She should be acting like Yumeria right now, really. But she’s a noble, even if she’s not an Alzer Noble. Which means she has delusions of grandeur.
 
“I won you, your maid, this airship, and a suit of armor all fair and square. Your brother has no recourse to take any of this back. I am in control here. You would do well to recognize that. Especially since… you now belong to me, bitch.”
 
Sitting in the Captain’s Quarters aboard his new airship Einhorn, Pierre reflects that while smaller than most airships, the thing is still incredibly valuable. He barely even understands how the Einhorn works in fact, but he’s eager to learn, even as he’s having it fly him and his new slaves back home. Still… for the time being, Pierre has a few hours to kill. And with the power of the Sacred Tree behind him…
 
“In fact, I think you both need a lesson in what it means to be my servants. Perhaps you think I only wanted you as trophies… but I’m not about to set you on a shelf and let you collect dust. That’d be much too boring. Stand up. Strip.”
 
Rising from the kneeling position that he’d initially forced them to take, both Marie and Yumeria do as they’re told. They quite literally can’t refuse. The power of the Sacred Tree Seal that Pierre wields compels them to obey his orders, because those idiots he won them off of made their foolish wager under the gaze of the Sacred Tree itself.
 
This… this is the power of the Alzer Republic. This is the power of the Six Noble Families. In comparison, some Holfort wannabes never had a chance. And now these two beauties were ALL his.
 
Pierre watches as Marie Fou Lafan and the elf maid Yumeria both strip naked. Theres obvious reluctance in their every move, their bodies twitching as they try to resist the Sacred Tree’s power but ultimately fail. In the end, it only adds to the arousing nature of the moment. As their bodies are exposed, their unwillingness to do so only turns Pierre on more. He likes the defiance, even if it’s muted. Literally, in Marie’s case.
 
“You can speak again.”
 
“Bastard!”
 
Pierre just grins, not at all bothered by the crass insult. Not when it’s coming from a naked young woman who’s exposed her body to him. Meanwhile, Yumeria remains silent behind her. The elven MILF clearly doesn’t want to draw attention to herself… but then, that’s already a lost cause. Just looking at the two of them… it was always going to be Yumeria that drew Pierre’s eye more naturally.
 
Marie, as far as he was aware, was of age… but in comparison to her elf counterpart, she came up short in every way as well as literally. Put simply, Marie was not only shorter than Yumeria in height, but she also had a much slimmer figure. Basically, she was flat chested where Yumeria was sporting a large pair of cow udders, and her hips and ass left a lot to be desired as well.
 
Not that Pierre found her to be ugly or anything like that. Rather… he was a man of discerning tastes. Flat was fine too, and just having a pretty girl under his power was enough to make him fully erect. Having two beautiful women, one of them a MILF and the other likely a virgin… well, that just made it all the better.
 
Though he SHOULD make sure before jumping to conclusions.
 
“You. Are you still a virgin?”
 
Marie freezes as he points at her, before gritting her teeth and nodding her head. She’s currently covering as much of her front with her arms as she can, something that Pierre is allowing her to do because Yumeria is actually smart enough… or simply trained enough not to do the same. It’s hilarious, seeing this trembling lithe noble girl trying to preserve her modesty right next to her voluptuous, curvaceous elf maid.
 
“Yes! Not that it’s any of your business, damn you! But yes, I’m still a virgin!”
 
Pierre just nods, appreciating the confirmation. It brings a wicked grin to his face, that none of those boys who he’d seen fawning over the blonde had ever actually partaken of her. Heh, how amusing. And now… now he would be the first to partake of her body. Oh yes, this was perfect. Mm, Pierre considers how to start. Did he fuck the virgin blonde first, or the elf MILF? Decisions, decisions…
 
In the end, he knows what he wants to do. He wants to take things slow, but also fast. He’s not going to wait a second longer… but drawing out Marie Fou Lafan’s degradation and corruption… that’d be the hottest way to go about things.
 
“Marie. Crawl over here, take out my cock, and suck it to the best of your abilities.”
 
“What?! Damn you, take back that order!”
 
Pierre just grins as Marie’s shocked face twists into a scowl as she’s forced to obey. Dropping down to her hands and knees, her small tits and nipples are put on display as she crawls over. There’s nothing sensual about her movements of course, nothing particularly sexy. But it’s still arousing as all hell, to see her forced to crawl over to him. As she kneels between his legs, she glares at him while her hands, moving without her permission, reach for his crotch and begin to pull open his pants.
 
“Please! Take it back! You’ve made your point!”
 
He has to hold in a laugh. ‘His point’? Did she think that he was just proving a point here? Maybe he was… but said point would come at the end of his fat fucking cock. Waiting until her small hands slap around his member and pull it out of its confines, allowing Marie to see just how engorged her forced submission has made him, Pierre finally responds with a single word.
 
“No.”
 
Marie looks as horrified as she is outraged as she’s forced to lean forward and put him in her mouth, beginning to suck his cock right there on the spot. His dick slides between her lips which stretch wider and wider along with her jaw in order to accommodate him. Now, Pierre knows he’s only slightly above average in terms of dick size. But with a lithe girl like Marie Fou Lafan, that slightly above average becomes gigantic.
 
She quickly begins to choke on his dick, gagging as she takes him deeper. He’d told her to suck it to the best of her abilities… and so she does. No teeth. Some tongue. And a whole lot of gurgling as her face turns red from the exertion, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
 
“Hulghk… Hulghk… Hulghk…”
 
Enjoying the disgraced young noblewoman’s efforts, Pierre looks up to where the elf MILF he’s also managed to win is standing absolutely still. Heh, did she think by making herself as small and unassuming as possible that he would just forget about her? Maybe if she didn’t have such a killer body, but as things stood… she was always going to get his attention.
 
“You. Come here.”
 
Yumeria does as she’s told, walking over to him with stilted steps. Not quite as mechanical as Marie’s movements though, Pierre notes. She’s used to following orders, so the Sacred Tree Seal doesn’t have to do as much of the heavy lifting with her. Soon enough, she’s standing within arm’s reach of him, allowing Pierre to reach out, grab her by one of her sizable tits, and yank her closer to his side.
 
A soft gasp comes from the green-haired elf, almost entirely drowned out by Marie’s reluctant, frustrated choking on his cock down below. Nevertheless, Pierre enjoys the noise he’s managed to draw from the so-far-silent MILF maid, even as he casually molests her tits with one hand while resting the other atop Marie’s head.
 
“You’ve been quiet so far. Certainly, you have opinions on all of this just like Marie. I want to hear them. Tell me what you’re really thinking right now.”
 
Yumeria goes still at that… her eyes drifting shut before she’s forced to answer.
 
“You… you are a despicable man. A monstrous man, just as bad as the one who impregnated me with my son, Kyle. I can only hope that you will die for your crimes when Lady Marie’s brother Leon comes to save us.”
 
And there it was. The mention of that brother again. Pierre just snorts derisively and tweaks Yumeria’s nipple for her answer. The green-haired elf whimpers, making him grin rather wickedly as he continues to molest her body while Marie chokes on his cock.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
She’s escalated down between his legs. He’s a little surprised by that, because he would have expected the ‘best of her abilities’ to not include deep throating. For a virgin noblewoman like Marie to know about deep throating was… amusing to say the least. All the same, he’s greatly enjoying her efforts as she’s forced to face fuck herself on his cock for his pleasure.
 
Eventually, Pierre feels himself reaching the edge… and tipping over. He doesn’t give any sort of warning beyond a heartfelt groan. In fact, he actually grabs hold of Marie’s hair as he begins to cum, making sure she can’t pull back as his seed explodes into her mouth and throat, rapidly overwhelming the blonde with how voluminous it is. A perk of the Sacred Tree’s Blessing, of course. Those of the Six Noble Families were just plain better. HE was just plain better. Something that it was far past time for both Marie and Yumeria to learn.
 
Yanking a hacking, gasping, coughing Marie off of his cock, Pierre stands up, leaving her kneeling there in front of the chair trying to catch her breath even as his seed dribbles down from her nostrils and the sides of her mouth, her face ruined by the load exploding out of her orifices. She’s lucky it didn’t come out of her eyes too, heh.
 
Either way, firming up his grip on Yumeria’s tit, he drags the elf MILF over to the large bed that dominates one side of the room. Then, he tosses her face first onto it.
 
“Hands and knees, bitch. I’m going to fuck you from behind. A lowly elf maid like you doesn’t deserve more than that.”
 
As Yumeria obeys, getting on her hands and knees from behind so he can take her doggystyle, like a proper bitch, she surprises him. Looking back over her shoulder at him, the green-haired maid actually has a glint of defiance in her eyes now, and even though he didn’t order it…
 
“We will all get what we deserve, in the end.”
 
For the first time, Pierre feels a shiver run down his spine. This isn’t the bluster that Marie had put on. Nor is it an order to reveal her inner thoughts. No, this is Yumeria speaking her mind of her own volition. An elf who knows full well what he can do to her, who is well-versed in being abused by nobles… and she dares to threaten him. She really believes in Marie’s brother, this Leon fellow.
 
In the back of his mind, Pierre makes a note to make EXTRA sure of his preparations for when Leon eventually comes after him. He’s not an idiot. He knows full well that these belongings, including the two girls, actually belong to that man. But even still… Yumeria’s confidence shakes him for just a second.
 
He doesn’t like it. So of course, he lashes out.
 
SMACK!
 
“A-Ah!”
 
Hearing the elf MILF squeak as he spanks her fat ass is nice, and so is seeing the red handprint beginning to form in her pale buttocks… but it’s not enough. It’s not nearly enough. And in that moment, Pierre decides he’s done enjoying their reluctance and defiance. He thought he liked having them helpless but still against him… but not anymore.
 
Moving into position behind Yumeria’s kneeling form, he grabs hold of the elf MILF by her hips and places the tip of his cock, still throbbing and engorged and ready for more, against her slit. Besides her breath catching, she makes no reaction to his impending defilement of her. Snorting derisively, Pierre leans forward and whispers into her ear so that Marie can’t hear.
 
“Here’s how this is going to go, bitch. Every thrust of my cock inside of you is going to make you more aroused. Every tenth thrust; you’ll experience an orgasm. And every time you cum with my dick buried in your twat, you’re going to fall more and more in love with me. Until eventually… you won’t be able to live without me. Without your Master.”
 
Yumeria’s head whips back around at that, her eyes widening as she stares at him in horror. But before she can speak, Pierre thrusts forward, grinning wickedly as he fills the elf with his cock from behind. A squeak is all that comes from her lips, followed by her cunt beginning to moisten and her pussy lips clenching down around his dick.
 
She starts out completely dry of course, but Marie’s saliva and the remnants of his first load have lubed his cock up more than enough for him to fuck her all the same. However, as Pierre counts out the first ten thrusts in his mind, she gets noticeably wetter and moister as time goes on. Until finally…
 
A sharp cry leaves Yumeria’s lips as she cums for him on the tenth thrust. A groan leaves Pierre’s mouth as the elf MILF’s body succumbs to him for the first time… but not the last. As he keeps fucking her, as he speeds up his thrusts, the time between Yumeria’s orgasms begins to shorten, and her moans start to leave her lips even without it being the tenth thrust.
 
From over on the floor, Marie watches this in disbelief, her face and chest still a mess as she stares with wide blue eyes at what’s happening on the bed.
 
“Y-Yumeria? What… what are you…?”
 
“I-I don’t want it! I don’t want it Lady Marie! I swe-nnnnngh!!!”
 
As Yumeria shakes her head back and forth, tears streaming down her cheeks and passionate pleas thrown in Marie’s direction, Pierre just grins and finishes the next set of ten thrusts, feeling as she tightens up around him yet again, more of her pussy juices gushing down his length as she cums once more. And despite her words… it’s obvious that her body DOES want it.
 
Of course, given the stipulations he made and the power of the Sacred Tree backing him up, it’s not long before Yumeria changes her tune.
 
“OH! OH! OH! YES! NNNGH, H-HARDER, MASTER! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!”
 
Every orgasm brings her further and further under his control. Every orgasm makes the elf maid fall more and more in love with her Master. Until she can’t think of anything else but obeying him. Until she can’t think of anything else but experiencing the pleasure he’s visiting upon her. As Marie is forced to watch Yumeria seemingly ‘break’ from nothing but the pleasure of his cock, Pierre leans forward and reaches around, grasping and groping Yumeria’s tits while he continues to pound into her at full force.
 
“You like this, don’t you? You like being treated like nothing but the lowly elf bitch you are. You want me to fuck you. You want me to breed you and make you carry more half-breed children, don’t you? You naughty MILF.”
 
There’s the briefest of pauses, as if maybe some small part of Yumeria is still fighting it. But then he reaches another tenth thrust and she squeals as she cums for him yet again. Pierre isn’t keeping track to be fair. It might not even be the tenth thrust. Maybe she cums completely of her own volition. But either way…
 
“…. Yesssss! Harder! MORE! FUCK ME AND KNOCK ME UP, MASTER! BREED ME! I WANT IT! I WANT TO CARRY MORE HALF-BREED CHILDREN FOR MY MAAAAASTER!!!”
 
This time, he KNOWS she’s cumming of her own volition, because he’s slowed down his thrusting to give her a chance to speak. And yet, despite just orgasming, Yumeria experiences another explosive climax right there at the end, drawing out her last utterance of the word ‘Master’ as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth.
 
With the Sacred Tree backing him up, Pierre has completely and utterly dominated Yumeria’s mind. She’s his now… completely and totally. She can’t live without him, not anymore.
 
With that knowledge combined with her begging him to breed her, Pierre can’t quite stop himself from cumming inside of her. He lets out a loud groan as her gushing, tightening cunt walls milk him of his load. He fills and fills her womb with his seed, pumping into her until his balls have emptied and his cock has begun to soften.
 
Then and only then does he pull out of her and turn to face the other woman in the room… the sight of which just makes Pierre get hard for a third time. The blessing of the Sacred Tree gives him strength and stamina and speed that no other man can match. But the stamina is the most important part, because he’s more than capable of going a third round as a result.
 
Especially when he’s staring at Marie Fou Lafan’s stupefied, cum-coated face. The naked blonde noblewoman hasn’t even gotten up off of the ground. She’s still kneeling where he left her, her face and tits coated in his dried seed as she stares at the bed… at Yumeria, in flagrant disbelief.
 
“That…”
 
Pierre grins as he saunters over to Marie, his cock erect and swinging back and forth with every step.
 
“I guess I’m just that good. Though… if an experienced MILF like Yumeria broke on this cock… how long do you think an inexperienced virgin like you will last, hm?”
 
Marie stares at his cock in fright.
 
“N-No… what… what is this?! Some sort of NTR doujin?!”
 
Pierre doesn’t understand what she’s talking about, but he does know what he’s going to do next. Grabbing Marie by the hair, he pulls her off of the ground. When she starts to fight him, he growls out an order to ‘quit struggling!’ at her, forcing her to cease. Then, he picks her up and lifts her into the air. Between the ‘enhanced strength’ part of the Sacred Tree Seal and the small, diminutive figure that Marie is sporting in comparison to her elf companion, picking her up and folding her body is child’s play.
 
“A-A Full Nelson?! N-No way… don’t you dare!”
 
Once again, he has no idea what the fuck a ‘full nelson’ is supposed to be. But if the position has a name, then he’ll use it he supposes. As he wraps his arms up under Marie’s legs, her feet forced to point high in the air and his hands going behind her head, he lets out a boisterous laugh.
 
“Oh yes, Marie. A Full Nelson. What’s the matter? Afraid of how good my cock will feel in this position?”
 
His dick twitches with anticipation down beneath her. Lining her up so that he’ll spear her virgin cunt on his throbbing member is the work of a few moments. But eventually, he’s ready. And Marie is trembling as she stares down the length of her flat-chested body at where he’s about to impale her on his seemingly magical bitch-breaking cock.
 
Of course, it’s not his cock that’s magical. It’s the power of the Sacred Tree. So as much fun as Pierre has had making Marie think that he just broke Yumeria’s mind with sex and nothing but sex… he can’t keep up the charade any longer.
 
“Listen carefully, bitch. Every bounce on my cock is going to make you more and more aroused. Every tenth bounce is going to make you cum for me. And every time you cum for me, you’re going to fall deeper and deeper in love with me… your Master.”
 
He pauses for a second to let the words sink in and give Marie a chance to respond. When she does, however, it’s as nonsensical as ever. She almost sounds a little relieved.
 
“O-Oh. It’s just a Mind Control doujin then. That’s not so-EEP!”
 
With a grunt, Pierre SLAMS the virgin blonde down onto his cock, impaling her right there on the spot and claiming her purity for himself. The bitch had a fucking stable of boys chasing after her every word, but not a one of them had ever gotten lucky with her. It was sad… for them. For Pierre, it was hilarious and quite rewarding, as he groans at how TIGHT Marie Fou Lafan is. Her pussy walls cling to his dick in a way Yumeria’s didn’t, and he groans as he enjoys her insides for a moment.
 
Then, he begins to bounce her. Once, Twice, Thrice… and eventually ten times as she squeals and tries to shake her head back and forth.
 
“No, no, no, NO-!”
 
But it’s no use. His order is absolute, and she squeals as she cums on his cock for the first of many times. Sure, this position, the so-called ‘Full Nelson’, is more taxing on Pierre’s side of things than fucking Yumeria doggystyle was… but with the power of the Sacred Tree backing him up, Pierre barely even feels the exertion. He most definitely feels the pleasure though, as he fucks a squealing Marie Fou Lafan upon his cock again and again, slamming her down his length, bouncing her back up, and then doing it all over.
 
Quite rapidly, her tight, once-virgin cunt turns into a sopping mess as he roughly pounds her pussy into the shape of his cock. Her arousal is evident, even as she howls and tries to deny it.
 
“I-I won’t… I won’t! I’ll n-never love you! I swear it! I SWEEEEEEAR IIIIIIIT!!!”
 
Maybe if she wasn’t cumming her brains out as she swore it, Pierre might believe her more. But as it is, he only needs to bounce her on his dick another few dozen times for her tune to finally change.
 
“God YES! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! NNNNGH! H-HARDER!”
 
Truth be told, he’s already going pretty hard on her. Any harder and it might detract from HIS experience. So of course, Pierre doesn’t bother giving her what she’s demanding. After all, he’s the one in charge here, not that little bitch Marie. And so he keeps fucking her, keeps pounding her up and down on his dick in the ‘Full Nelson’, and maintains HIS pace as he greatly enjoys breaking the young noblewoman’s mind and turning her into his bitch.
 
When the time finally cums, he of course spills his seed inside of her too. He might knock her up, he might not… frankly, he’s not overly worried about it. It was more a kink thing than anything else. Yumeria was a sexy, voluptuous MILF so of course it was hot to imagine breeding her. Marie on the other hand is a tight little piece of ass and just breaking her down upon his cock is oh so satisfying, especially after all her defiance.
 
Pulling her off of his dick, Pierre lets out a sigh, finally starting to feel the effects of this past while as he drops Marie to the floor and stumbles over to sit down on the bed. He’s only planning on taking a moment to catch his breath, but before he can do so, a strangely nice sensation washes over him and his two new slaves both move into position between his legs.
 
Blinking, Pierre looks down to see Marie using magic on him… specifically healing magic. Now technically the Sacred Tree Seal keeps him in tip top shape, but it DOES have its limits… and as Marie’s healing magic washes over him, Pierre realizes just how much he’d pushed those limits, groaning in heartfelt relief as his soreness washes away.
 
Of course, an additional effect to this is that his cock grows hard again, fully erect in moments much to the delight of his two devoted, adoring slaves. Marie and Yumeria both lean in and begin peppering the sides of his dick with mewling, affectionate kisses as Yumeria’s larger bust squishes against Marie’s flat chest. Hands falling upon their heads, Pierre blinks at the two of them, really SEEING them for the first time.
 
Truth be told, he hadn’t thought either had much value to him beyond being useful as sex slaves. But now…
 
“Hm, you surprise me, Marie. I didn’t know you had that sort of skill with healing magic. What other secrets are you both hiding from me?”
 
In unison, they pull back from his cock and begin to tell him… but they’re talking over each other, so very eager not to obey and give him what he wants. Pierre has to hold up a hand to stop them from talking, his eyes focusing on Yumeria in particular. Did he hear that right?
 
“What was that about plants, elf?”
 
Bowing her head submissively, Yumeria keeps her eyes averted, even as she smiles softly at being addressed.
 
“I can speak with plants, Master. And… I would never have suggested this before, but I believe I might be able to commune with the Sacred Tree through your seal and increase your bond to it… if you would let me.”
 
Obviously, he never would have agreed to such a thing previously. But he knows for a fact that Yumeria is completely beholden to him now. She loves him with all her heart and can no longer imagine living life without him. So… he shrugs and offers up his seal to her, curious to see what she can do. Leaning over it, the green-haired elven MILF whispers to his seal for a few seconds, murmuring too quietly for him to hear. And then…
 
Pierre’s eyes widen as he feels a surge of power beyond anything he’s ever felt before. He’s always been blessed by the Sacred Tree, just as all Six Noble Families of the Alzer Republic are blessed. And sure, maybe Pierre has taken that blessing for granted at times. But that… that is nothing compared to this. Pierre lets out a gasping shudder as pure power flows through him.
 
And it’s not… it’s not like before. Where he had to reach out to the Sacred Tree and ask for it. Where he had to rely on the Sacred Tree. The blessing was a boon… one that while granted, could still be taken away. However, this… this is a gift. Pierre can feel it as the power nestles itself within his very soul. This can’t be taken away. It can’t be turned off, or removed, or ignored.
 
In this moment, he might just have become the strongest member of the Six Noble Families. Hell, he might have just become the strongest man in the entire Alzer Republic. And if that were the case… why, he was probably the strongest man in the entire world.
 
Staring at Yumeria with wide, astonished eyes, Pierre can hardly believe that the unassuming elf maid he’d snatched up on a whim has been able to unlock this power for him. His voice filled with incredulity; he shakes his head.
 
“What… what did you even tell it?”
 
Smiling a soft, adoring smile, Yumeria clasps her hands in front of her, almost as if in prayer. It frames her tits beautifully as she lets out a happy little sigh, which causes them to jiggle.
 
“I told it you were the most wonderful, most amazing man I’d ever met, Master. I told it that if anyone was deserving of its full power, then it was you. And I guess it listened to me~”
 
Pierre is left speechless. He was, of course, fully aware of the Sacred Tree Priestess and the Sacred Tree Guardian. Roles that were said to be above the rest of the Six Noble Families in importance and power. For a brief moment, he’d wondered if Yumeria had usurped the role of Priestess and somehow made him Guardian. That might have been bad.
 
But this… wasn’t that. There were no strings attached to this gift, as ludicrous as it seemed. The Sacred Tree did not expect him to protect it, because it already had a guardian. Rather… the great entity had simply listened to Yumeria’s heartfelt words… and let her sway it.
 
… Just how stupid was the Sacred Tree, honestly? Pierre lets out a little laugh, even as he revels in the power he now feels coursing through him. He’s unstoppable now… completely unstoppable.
 
Amused that Yumeria had turned out to be the one with the most interesting of secrets of the two women, Pierre nevertheless turns to Marie and tilts his head somewhat condescendingly at the naked blonde girl.
 
“Well, Marie? Can you possibly top that?”
 
Far from looking sheepish or disappointed, Marie looks… surprisingly confident. Giving him a blinding, beaming smile, she nods her head.
 
“Of course, Master! I’m so glad that Yumeria was able to make you stronger… but if you want to really get ahead in this world, please listen to what I have to say!”
 
And then the young noblewoman turned sex slave begins to speak. And Pierre finds his entire world turned upside down by what the Reincarnator has locked away in her head.

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Part 2:

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“Oh? You want me to hand over my servants to you? And why would I do that, huh? Why should I listen to a word you have to say?”
 
A light smirk on his face, Pierre leans back in the chair, feeling quite… secure in his superiority. This, of course, does not please any of the three young women currently facing off against him. Though, their ever-rising anger might also stem from his treatment of his sex slaves. Currently, both Yumeria and Marie are fully clothed, so there really shouldn’t be any issue… however, while neither woman is naked, they are in somewhat compromising positions.
 
Marie Fou Lafan, despite being of noble birth (albeit foreign noble birth) is currently dressed in a maid uniform identical to Yumeria’s. She’s also on her hands and knees in front of him, with Pierre using her pert little behind as a footrest so that he can stretch and elevate his legs. Yumeria, meanwhile, kneels beside him next to his chair, hands in her lap as he casually fondles one of her long elven ears while he speaks.
 
Technically, Yumeria’s ass would definitely have made for the better footrest, given how much more pillowy it was compared to Marie’s. But it’s not solely about comfort. No, it’s about sending a message.
 
A message that, judging by the disgusted and outraged looks on his guests’ faces, Pierre has definitely managed to send. Standing before him are three girls split into two groups. On one side there’s Louise Sara Rault, the eldest daughter of House Rault, one of the Six Noble Families. But it wasn’t quite that simple. Because House Rault wasn’t just one of the Six Noble Families… no, rather, it was the most influential of the Six Noble Families after Albergue Sara Rault, Louise’s father, had destroyed House Lespinasse years before.
 
Which brought Pierre to the other group. Noelle and Lelia Beltre, a pair of commoners… or so one might think. In reality, the two are the last living members of House Lespinasse, having been spared when the rest of the House was killed all those years ago. They’d lived in obscurity, and seemed to think they’d slipped under the radar, but in truth, Pierre knew for a fact that they were only alive because Lord Albergue chose to leave them alive.
 
All three girls had come before him for the same purpose, it would seem. Though Louise and Noelle were not exactly friends and neither seemed happy that he’d chosen to see them at the same time as the other. Meanwhile, Lelia actually gave off the impression she didn’t want to be here in the first place, even rolling her eyes and huffing at his jovial tone and questioning words.
 
Noelle grits her teeth and stomps forward, the motion causing interesting things to happen to her chest as the blonde, her hair done up in a single ponytail on the right side of her head, glares daggers at him.
 
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand them over Pierre! Bullying is one thing, but this?! This is unconscionable!”
 
Noelle had a reputation as an outgoing sort of girl with a very free spirit. Put simply, she was rebellious and always willing to stand up to authority, especially if she believed she was in the right. Her outspoken nature might have been endearing… to someone other than him. As it was, she’d been trying to stop him from putting his lessers in their place for a while now.
 
Knowing what will really piss her off and wanting her unbalanced for what he plans to do next, Pierre slides his gaze over to Louise without gracing Noelle with an answer. Raising an eyebrow, he tilts his head in the Rault Daughter’s direction. Unlike Noelle, Louise moves with far greater poise and grace as she smiles softly and steps forward, her hands clasped in front of her.
 
“As… antagonistic as Beltre is being, she’s not wrong Pierre. Think about how it would reflect on not just your family but also the Six Noble Houses if you were allowed to… keep your winnings. Please, entrust Marie Fou Lafan and the elf servant Yumeria into my hands. It would make me very happy and go a long way to ensuring that House Rault looks upon you… favorably.”
 
Heh, a closed fist wrapped in velvet. The threat in Louise’s words is plain as day, at least to someone like Pierre. Not to Noelle though, of course.
 
“W-What?! No! You’ll just abuse them too! Release them altogether, Pierre, or I swear…”
 
She trails off, growling and clenching her hands into angry fists at her sides. Pierre, meanwhile, just sighs. This little contest is funny… but it’s gone on long enough. He can feel the power of the Sacred Tree humming through him. If not for Yumeria’s actions, he might have been cowed by Louise’s request. The Rault woman was certainly dangerous to him, given the supremacy of her House and the power her father held as Chairman of Alzer Republic.
 
However… with all the power of the Sacred Tree at his fingertips, plus the information Marie had so generously provided him, Pierre wasn’t worried. Hell, he was more worried about Leon Fou Bartfort and what the man might eventually do to try and get Marie and Yumeria back than he was worried about these three girls in front of him. That was why he’d ultimately locked away his fancy new airship and armor away in a warehouse. He’d use them when Leon was dealt with and no sooner. Marie hadn’t been sure, but she’d confided in him once they were off the airship that she thought Leon might have a way of turning the intelligence Luxion against Pierre at the drop of a hat.
 
Knowing the truth about Leon and Marie, about how they both came from another world, Pierre wasn’t going to take Leon lightly.
 
That all said… these three didn’t require any such precautions. In fact, they had no idea who they were really dealing with.
 
“It seems to me that that this can only be settled one way. A challenge under the Sacred Tree. I’ll take you all on, I suppose. If any of you win, then I’ll release Yumeria and Marie into your custody. However, if you lose… you’ll join them as my slaves.”
 
Their eyes all widen at that, with Noelle sputtering at his conditions, Lelia squawking indignantly, and Louise looking stunned that he won’t capitulate to her based solely on her family name. Smirking confidently, Pierre just shrugs at the Rault woman.
 
“Sorry… but you just don’t scare me as you are, Louise. If you want to involve your father, go ahead and leave… but in the meantime, who can say what I’ll do to my servants while you’re away, hm?”
 
The threat makes Louise Sara Rault stiffen, and her purple eyes narrow as she finally drops any sign of noble courtesy.
 
“You are a despicable man, Pierre Io Feivel. Very well, I accept your challenge under the Sacred Tree. Know that after I am victorious, you will not only hand your servants over to my custody, but word of your deeds, both attempted and otherwise, will be spread far and wide by these lips of mine.”
 
Heh, cute. Unfortunately, she had no idea how outmatched she was. Of course, Noelle doesn’t take this lying down.
 
“What? No! I also accept! And I demand right to first challenge too!”
 
Louise looks over at Noelle and scoffs.
 
“You cannot demand such a thing when I already accepted before you. You will just have to wait your turn. You will not be necessary. I will take care of Pierre myself.”
 
Before Noelle can respond, Pierre cuts in, his eyes sweeping over the three of them as he chuckles with supreme confidence.
 
“You shouldn’t be so quick to set aside additional opportunities to defeat me. You’ll all need all the help you can get, to be frank. With that said…”
 
He raises an eyebrow at Lelia, the last of the three who has yet to accept his challenge. The pink-haired fraternal twin to Noelle blinks at being singled out, scoffing and shaking her head.
 
“Yeah, no thanks.”
 
“Lelia! Please! If I fall… I’ll need you to save me!”
 
Noelle turns on her sister with the most magnificent puppy dog eyes Pierre has ever seen, pleading with Lelia to join in on the fun. Pierre watches on in amusement, knowing that neither twin realizes how the first is sealing the other’s fate with this request. Lelia hesitates for a long moment, almost looking ready to do the smart thing and leave Noelle to her foolishness. But no, in the end…
 
“Fine. If you both fail, I suppose I’ll take him on too.”
 
She sounds half-hearted about it, but when Pierre forces the three girls to make their vows upon the Sacred Tree itself, Lelia does it right alongside Louise and Noelle all the same. Interestingly enough, Pierre’s greater connection to the Sacred Tree and the power it represents lets him feel their oaths snapping into place. He could almost reach out and touch them, in a way.
 
But he ignores that for the time being and focuses on the three young women who have just signed their freedom over to him. They might not know it, but this ‘battle’ was already decided the moment they were all too foolish to even clarify what the challenge would be. Grinning wickedly, Pierre finally takes his feet off of his living footrest and rises from his chair.
 
“Very well then. As the challenger, I dictate the rules of this bout. The challenge will be simple. Whoever cums first… loses.”
 
The wide-eyed looks on their faces are almost worth it alone, but just as Pierre is basking in their shock, it gets even better.
 
“Fuck that! I’m not doing that. I’m out!”
 
Pierre’s eyes flick over to Lelia as the pink-haired young woman immediately tries to back out of the challenge. He feels that connection between her and the Sacred Tree beginning to change and grins.
 
“Oh? Then you forfeit the challenge?”
 
To her credit, she realizes her mistake… but it’s a moment too late. Lelia’s eyes widen in horror and her mouth opens to try and take it back, but alas…
 
“No, I-!”
 
Pierre feels as the Sacred Tree snaps back, causing Lelia to cry out and drop to her knees as the Sacred Tree registers her refusal to participate as a surrender. Pierre feels his power swelling up and swallowing the connection between her and the tree, making it HIS connection. In that moment, he owns Lelia Zel Lespinasse. The first of three who will fall under his sway today.
 
“Stand up.”
 
Her body moving outside of her control, Lelia rises to her feet, eyes wide with horror and fright. She needn’t have been so worried, truth be told. Because frankly… of the three women, Lelia was the most boring. She really brought absolutely nothing to the table. She had a body type similar to Marie, but Marie was cute and more devious than he gave her credit for. Yumeria, meanwhile, would always have a place by his side, kneeling at his feet, because of how the elf empowered his Seal.
 
Meanwhile, Noelle was Lelia but with a way better body, and Louise was… well, Louise. That all said…
 
“You’re worthless. Strip naked and masturbate quietly, but do not cum without my permission.”
 
Lelia whimpers at that, even as Noelle blows up.
 
“What?! No, don’t listen to him Lelia!”
 
But of course, her less-endowed twin is already obeying Pierre’s orders. A small taste of what’s to come for both Noelle and Louise should they both fall plays out right before their eyes as Lelia strips naked and begins touching herself, whining and whimpering. Pierre enjoys the view for a moment before looking back to Louise and Noelle. Noelle is still staring at her sister in horror, while Louise is glaring at Pierre frostily.
 
“Uncouth.”
 
Pierre laughs and places a hand on his chest.
 
“Ah. My poor heart. Well then, Lady Rault… how do you wish to do this? Since I set the challenge, you may decide how our… battlefield shall look.”
 
Louise’s purple eyes flicker up and down his body for a moment and her nostrils flare. It’s obvious she finds this whole thing distasteful, and if Pierre doesn’t win here, then he’s pretty much doomed. She’ll bring the full power of her family to bear down upon him… hell, even his own House would probably turn on him for this shit. But Pierre isn’t afraid. Not even slightly.
 
“… Hands only. Nothing else.”
 
Heh, well if that’s how she wanted it… Pierre swaggers over to the beautiful noblewoman and raises an eyebrow at her. Surprisingly, Louise takes immediate initiative, angrily reaching down and pulling open his pants to drag his cock out from its confines. As her soft palm and slender fingers close around his dick, she hesitates for a moment, showcasing her inexperience… but then slowly begins to stroke it.
 
Pierre, meanwhile, reaches for Louise’s dress. The eldest Rault daughter is a beautiful woman, to be sure. She has a shapely figure with a large bust. Every man in Alzer Academy would give anything to be in Pierre’s position right now, even potentially their lives. But they’re not. He’s the one here, getting to yank down the top of Louise’s dress and let her huge tits pop out. She gasps in anger but does nothing to stop him from playing with her chest for a few moments.
 
He decides then and there that he’ll make her cum using only parts of her body above the waist. Groping her fat mammaries, squeezing and kneading them in his hands, he pinches her nipples and rolls them between the pads of his fingers. Louise pants, her face quickly coloring as she finds herself experiencing the pleasure of a man molesting her for the first time in her life.
 
He’s sure she’s touched herself before, of course. But not like this. Never like this. Even as her hand continues to reluctantly stroke his cock, Pierre is having the time of his life slowly drawing all sorts of fun reactions from the normally composed and elegant noblewoman. A whimper here. A gasp there. A soft inhale.
 
Louise shudders under his hands… but also under the power of the Sacred Tree. With Yumeria’s empowerment of him, Pierre truly does feel unstoppable. He’s never had this much control over not only himself but also his surroundings. Louise is doing her best to make him cum… but the simple truth is, she will never succeed. Pierre isn’t going to cum from something like a simple handjob. Don’t be ridiculous.
 
On the other hand, his opponent seems to be struggling more and more. Until finally, he goes in for the kill. Leaning forward, Pierre kisses Louise right as he pinches both of her nipples and tugs them out from her chest. The tongue-filled kiss, along with the sudden explosion of sensation from her breasts, causing the inexperienced noblewoman’s eyes to widen… and her big sisterly façade to finally shatter in its entirety.
 
A muffled cry leaves Louise’s lips and she drops to her knees before him, experiencing an explosive orgasm from his actions. Pierre lets go of her tits and watches her fall, amused as all hell by the sight. He feels the Sacred Tree identify him as the winner of their challenge, and he feels ownership of Louise Sara Rault fall to him in the same way it did for Lelia.
 
Letting out a shuddering breath, Pierre places a hand atop Louise’s head and gives her his first order.
 
“What was that you said before about those lips of yours spouting nonsense? Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter now. Suck me off, bitch.”
 
The noblewoman is forced to obey, her face screwed up in disgust as she takes him in her mouth and begins to dutifully suck his cock to completion. As Louise bobs up and down on his dick, her naked tits bouncing all over the place, Pierre looks up over the top of her head to where his final ‘opponent’ stands, frozen in place. Noelle looks as horrified on Louise’s behalf as she was on her twin’s, even though she and Louise are decidedly not friends.
 
But then, the blonde had always had too big of a heart by far, heh. Sweeping his gaze up and down Noelle’s figure, Pierre grins wickedly.
 
“I’ll be with you in just a moment, Noelle.”
 
Funnily enough, if she’d been smarter or simply more conniving, Noelle might have had a chance to turn the tables on him. After all, the challenge was already set. She could start it at any second. So by that logic, if she stepped in and joined him and Louise just before he came in Louise’s mouth, she could win the challenge and save everyone.
 
She’s not that clever, however. Her sister is the manipulative one. Noelle would never think to take advantage of Louise’s defeat in that way. Which is why Pierre is able to force the Rault noblewoman to suck his cock to completion while Noelle just stands there, horrified.
 
With a groan, he finishes in Louise’s mouth, holding her head down so she’s forced to swallow or drown on his seed. Only once his balls are empty does he pull out and leave her coughing and hacking, some of his cum dribbling down onto her tits alongside her drool and saliva.
 
“Stay.”
 
With that order given to Louise and the defeated noble forced to obey, Pierre saunters over to Noelle, dick out and still ready for action. He grins at her, even as she stares at it like it’s a snake about to bite her.
 
“Well? I’ll give you the same choice Louise got. How shall we proceed with the challenge?”
 
Noelle looks from his dick to Louise and then to her whimpering, masturbating, edging twin sister… and then back to his dick again. And then she surprises him by getting a cute, determined look on her face.
 
“… S-Sex. We’ll… we’ll fuck.”
 
Pierre can’t help but be a little caught off guard… but he quickly figures out what Noelle’s thought process is. She’d just watched Louise fail to make him cum with just her hands. And she’d probably heard all of the same stories that other women heard about how most men wouldn’t be able to make them cum during sex.
 
She thought that by escalating it straight to full-blown intercourse, it would be her best chance to catch him off guard, even if it cost her virginity to try and make him cum vast with her tight little virgin cunt. Heh. How cute.
 
Grinning wickedly, Pierre nods.
 
“Sex it is then.”
 
Scowling at him angrily, Noelle begins to strip down even as Pierre does the same. Then, they move over to a nearby couch. The blonde lays down on it and quickly turns her head to the side, not wanting to even look at him as she spreads her legs… and then reaches down and spreads her pussy lips with her fingers for good measure.
 
Her untouched, virgin cunt looks quite dry, Pierre has to admit. Luckily, his cock is still glistening with Louise’s slobber from him forcing the noblewoman to fellate him. As such, he’s not too worried about it hurting as he moves between Noelle’s legs and grabs her by the hips, holding her in place while he lines himself up… and thrusts in.
 
A strangled cry leaves her lips as he takes her virginity, tearing right through the physical obstruction in his way and filling her with half of his cock right then and there. Noelle is left gasping beneath him, her breasts jiggling and shaking. She might not be as well-endowed as Louise, but she still has a pair of sizable handfuls. So of course, Pierre grabs them and begins to play with them.
 
Obviously, it starts off quite uncomfortable for Noelle. Her face is screwed up in pain and concentration, and he thinks she might actually be trying to consciously clench her walls around his cock as he thrusts in and out of her. Amusing to say the least. Her efforts to make him cum are downright adorable, but ultimately meaningless. He fucks her at a steady pace and slowly but surely, her arousal builds.
 
Perhaps sensing she’s in danger of losing, Noelle’s eyes snap open and she stares up at him for a moment. And then… she catches him off guard.
 
“Y-You’re so… big, Pierre. So… large inside of me. You’re… filling me up so good with your… your penis.”
 
Is she… seriously trying to dirty talk him into cumming? It was honestly an inspired tactic, he had to admit. But… it was also just so bad. Her acting was atrocious and so easily seen through it wasn’t even funny.
 
Still, he’s curious how far she’s willing to go, so he keeps his mouth shut even as he continues to fuck her. Noelle’s breath hitches and her nipples harden as her pussy gets slicker and slicker. He can see the panic in her eyes, even as she tries not to let it show on her face. A faked ‘wanton’ moan leaves her lips and she clings to him as if they’re lovers rather than enemies.
 
“Please, Pierre… please won’t you c-cum inside of me? I want you to… to fill me with your seed. You can… put me in my place by c-creampieing me…”
 
At that, Pierre can’t help but grin.
 
“Oh? Shall I disgrace you by knocking you up, Noelle? A commoner girl filled with a nobleman’s bastard?”
 
The outrage that flashes across Noelle’s face for a moment amuses Pierre to no end. But she quickly marshals herself, a kernel of hope appearing in her eyes.
 
“I-if you wish… feel, nngh, free. Make me your… bitch. B-Breed me…”
 
He’s impressed by how far she’s willing to go with the charade. But in the end… it doesn’t really matter. She’s trying her best, but she’s so far out of her league, it’s not even funny.
 
Pierre can feel how close Noelle is to the edge. He can tell she’s struggling to hold back her orgasm and isn’t going to last much longer. So… he finishes her off. Picking up speed, he fucks her faster. Not too harshly or too roughly quite yet, but his cock, which had been maintaining a steady in-and-out pace until now, suddenly slams forward and then back again, stretching her insides and hitting new points along her inner walls.
 
Noelle’s eyes widen… and then half roll back in her head as she cries out, cumming on his member. In the end, she put up a good fight. It was a valiant effort. But she was up against an apex predator.
 
Pierre groans in enjoyment of her hot, wet walls tightly clamping down on his cock as the Sacred Tree registers Noelle’s defeat and binds her to him irrevocably. With that, she and her twin as well as Louise Sara Rault are his. They belong to him now. With that in mind, Pierre leans forward and whispers in Noelle’s ear.
 
“Let’s make that dream of yours a reality, shall we? And when I do finally creampie you, you’re going to happily accept your place as my common bitch of a broodmare.”
 
Noelle barely has time to register his words before he starts in on her for real. Grabbing her by the ponytail on the side of her head, kissing her deeply and domineeringly, Pierre fucks her on the couch with far greater force and roughness than before. The blonde squeals in response, squirming under him but not really fighting it. She can’t resist him anymore. She can’t fight back now that he owns her.
 
In the end, with Noelle’s sopping cunt wrapped snugly around his pistoning prick, it doesn’t take much longer at all for Pierre to blow his load deep inside of her, filling her womb right there on the spot. Noelle squeal into his mouth in response, before his earlier words take effect. Through the power of the Sacred Tree coursing through his veins, Pierre watches as Noelle comes to accept her new life as his broodmare. Her eyes roll back in her head entirely and she cums and cums for him, orgasming explosively nonstop upon his cock until he pulls out of her.
 
Leaving her twitching on the couch, Pierre rises and surveys the scene. Louise is on her knees, tits still out, covering them futilely as she glares at him from where he’d told her to stay put. Lelia, meanwhile, is still masturbating hopelessly, tears streaming down her cheeks. Of the two of them, one might think Lelia was the more appealing… but they’d be wrong.
 
Pierre barely spares the pink-haired cunt a second look as he instead moves back over to Louise and slaps his cock across her cheeks a few times to amuse himself.
 
“You… you won’t get away with this. When my father finds ou-!
 
SMACK!
 
Twisting his hips and cock slapping her much harder to silence her, Pierre just laughs viciously.
 
“Your father? Why would he find out? Who’s going to tell him? As far as anyone outside of this room will be aware, you and I will have just had a… productive chat about the future.”
 
Louise scowls.
 
“You think I won’t tell them? Let me go and I’ll tell them everything. Keep me, and they’ll know you’ve enslaved me! Either way, your days are numbered Pierre!”
 
Pierre just sighs.
 
“Get on your hands and knees, bitch.”
 
As Louise is forced to obey, her fat milk jugs dangling below her as she moves into position, Pierre kneels down behind her and flips up her skirts before yanking her panties down to her knees.
 
“You’re not going to tell them anything, Louise. You want to know why? Because I said so. Because I’m your Master now and you will obey me.”
 
As he speaks, he reaches out and cups her pussy, feeling her up. She’s still wet from when he forced her to cum via just her tits earlier. Louise gasps at the contact and hisses angrily.
 
“B-Bastard… even if you force me to be silent, I’ll find a way to let them know. And if you take my virginity, people will find out…”
 
Chuckling, Pierre shakes his head as he places the tip of his cock at her entrance, teasing her virgin folds with his member.
 
“Not if you push for your father to arrange for us to be married.”
 
That causes the beautiful helpless noblewoman to sputter.
 
“W-Why would I do that?”
 
Honestly, Pierre wasn’t entirely convinced he even wanted to marry Louise. However, out of everyone in the Alzer Republic, she was probably his best match. And since she was his slave, the marriage would only be for public appearances. Still, he had all the time in the world to think about it. For now, he and Louise would just suddenly be ‘very good friends’. With that in mind, Pierre grabs her by her full hips… and thrusts into her without another word.
 
Louise cries out as he takes her virginity on the spot, once again piercing through her mature ‘big sister’ energy and revealing the truth. She’s just another spoiled bitch of a noblewoman. Just like all the others, she’s been kept pure and innocent regardless of what sort of act she tries to put on as though she’s a mature and worldly woman compared to the ‘little girls’ around her.
 
She’s not. She’s a brat with a fully developed body and that’s it. Grunting, Pierre begins to fuck her, causing Louise to cry out and moan in reluctant pleasure and all encompassing angry hatred. After a few moments of fucking her, Pierre does finally speak up again.
 
“Why would you do that? Well… how about this. Every time I thrust into you; you’ll realize that listening to what I have to say is just… right. You’ll come to understand that every word out of my mouth makes sense in a way you didn’t believe before. And you’ll want to make me happy.”
 
Sure, he could have made her love him just like he had Marie and Yumeria. But that would be boring. So he’s changing it up, just a little bit.
 
“N-No…”
 
“Oh yes. The Sacred Tree itself will enforce it.”
 
Louise whimpers as he fucks her. And as he fucks her, Pierre talks. He rambles on about this and that, listening to her responses as she goes from vehemently disagreeing with every take he has on every issue, to slowly but surely ‘coming around’ to his way of thinking. Until…
 
“And that’s why I think a woman’s place is at a man’s feet. Honestly, any woman, no matter how high or low born, should serve men. Of course, certain women should only serve certain men. Like for instance, you. You belong to me. You’re my slave. And so your service is to me and me alone. Don’t you think that all sounds right, Louise?”
 
“Nnngh… yes! Y-You’re right, Pierre. I don’t… I don’t know why it took me so long to u-understand. Oh by the S-Sacred Tree, you’re so deep inside of me…”
 
“Heh, I’m going to cum soon as well. But as my woman, it’s your job to take my seed, isn’t it?”
 
“… Yes, it’s my job…”
 
“Ah, but you don’t want to get pregnant, do you?”
 
“No… I would rather not. But as you said, it’s my job… so I will do as my Master says and submit as a woman should submit to a man.”
 
Grinning wickedly, Pierre thrusts forward a few more times and then finishes inside of the eldest Rault daughter, filling the mind broken noblewoman with his cum. It’s oh so satisfying, pumping a hot, thick load of jizz into Louise Sara Rault. Just as satisfying as it was to turn Noelle into his ‘common broodmare bitch’.
 
Letting out a happy sigh, Pierre pulls out of Louise and then blinks as she eagerly whirls around and takes his cock into her mouth to begin cleaning him off. When she sees the surprised look on his face, she smiles up at him.
 
“It is a woman’s duty to take care of her man’s needs, right sir? And right now you need to be cleaned off.”
 
And then she gets right to work. Heh, her logic is infallible in Pierre’s humble opinion. Placing a hand atop Louise’s head, Pierre lets out a sigh of contentment and satisfaction. It was good being in control.

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Part 3:

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“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”
 
KABOOOOOOM!
 
Pierre’s eyes widen as a distant explosion sends tremors through the ground, causing him to tense up as Yumeria chokes herself willingly on his cock. To her credit, he doesn’t feel a single hint of teeth from the dutiful, eternally loyal and devoted elven maid, even as he jerks in her mouth. Grabbing hold of her head, Pierre rises from his seat.
 
“The fuck was that?”
 
Marie, dressed in her own maid uniform, makes her way over to the window to check. After a moment, the blonde blinks and looks back at him.
 
“It would appear Leon has finally made his move, Master.”
 
Wait, what? Finally dislodging Yumeria from his cock, pulling free of her convulsing throat and constantly sucking lips, Pierre stomps over to the window as well. There, he sees what Marie saw. Namely, off in the distance… the warehouse where he’d stored the armor and airship he’d won off of Leon… it’s a smoking ruin and said airship is flying away, ostensibly with said armor on board.
 
Pierre’s eyes narrow at that. By all accounts, that shouldn’t come back to bite him because he’d followed Marie’s advice and completely divorced himself from the trapped gear and airship. He’d even had them both stored in that warehouse under a different name entirely. Still… by his reckoning, they’re heading towards the border with Holfort of all things.
 
He tilts his head to the side in confusion.
 
“… Why would he do this? Why would this be his opening move? It doesn’t make any sense. Sure, you spilled all of his secrets, but he’s giving away the game, basically letting me know that he knows that I know this way. Why?”
 
Marie is silent for a moment… long enough that Pierre wonders if the girl thinks he’s being rhetorical. He’s not. She might be his slave now, but she was also an incredibly useful font of information. One he was happy to abuse to his heart’s content… in more ways than one. But no, just as he’s turning to demand answers from her directly, Marie speaks up.
 
“I think… I think he’s cutting his losses, Master.”
 
Wait, what? Pierre narrows his eyes at that and his hand snaps out to grab Marie by her hair, pulling her head around and forcing the short blonde to look up at him, to look him directly in the eye.
 
“Explain.”
 
Of course, she’s so madly in love with him that his intimidation tactics only serve to turn her on at this point. It’s impossible for her to feel fear when she’ll happily accept anything he decides to do to her, up to and including death. Such is the power he has over her.
 
“You already know he’s like me, Master. A reincarnated existence. He comes from the same world I did… and is more than genre savvy enough to have had the same realization I had. We’re in an NTR doujin.”
 
Pierre narrows his eyes at that, grunting. He still didn’t fully understand what that meant.
 
“Basically, he realized he could never win against you because you’re the NTR Bastard of this world. In fact, if he stuck around and tried, he was fated to lose everything to you. So far, all he’s truly lost is his shitty little sister, his elven servant, and a couple of girls who he had a mercurial relationship with. He still has his fiancé back home in Holfort… and he probably recognizes that she’s next on the chopping block if he keeps on trying. So he’s giving up.”
 
None of that made much sense to Pierre. But if it made sense to Marie and it made sense to Leon, who was he to argue with the results? Hearing about it, the idea of taking Leon’s fiancé back in Holfort from him as well DID sound arousing… but at the same time, Pierre was happy with what he’d already gained from all of this. And Holfort was so far away compared to everything going on right here.
 
With Louise Sara Rault under his control, Pierre had an in with the most powerful of the Six Noble Families. He was going to pursue that above all else. Oh yes he was.
 
Still…
 
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice you calling me bastard, you impudent brat?”
 
Marie’s eyes widen as he roughly forces her to her knees, still tightly gripping her hair with one hand while the other lifts up his throbbing cock.
 
“A-Ah, Master, I didn’t mean-mmph!”
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Pierre doesn’t care how she meant it. He’s happy to use any excuse to roughly face fuck his blonde maid’s tight little throat to his heart’s content.
 
-x-X-x-
 
“… You five… have to be the biggest idiots I’ve ever met.”
 
It was funny. Pierre hadn’t understood all that shit Marie was talking about before. About how he was some big bad evil guy that Leon realized he could never win against. But now? Now he sort of got it.
 
“N-No… we’re not… done! We can’t be! Damn that bastard BartFort! If he hadn’t left, if we’d had his strength… we could have won!”
 
Prince Julius Rapha Holfort of the Holfort Royal Family lays sprawled before Pierre, utterly defeated. Around him, his four friends are in similarly dire straits. None could hold a candle to Pierre’s power in the end. He hadn’t even had to be particularly sly or cunning about it. Being the Champion of the Sacred Tree meant he was just too much for any of them… or even for all of them combined.
 
Scoffing at Julius’ plaintive whining, Pierre shakes his head.
 
“I see now why Bartfort cut his losses and ran. With allies like you five, who needed enemies?”
 
It wasn’t even a day after Leon took back his airship and armor and fled back to Holfort that these five had shown up on Pierre’s doorstep and made the… poor decision to challenge him to a duel for Marie’s freedom. But then to be fair, Pierre had been expecting them to try SOMETHING. His cute blonde slave-maid had gone into great detail about how she’d wrapped each of the five around her finger. Her former self, the version of her that had existed before she’d fallen under his control, had been a greedy, greedy little bitch. But Pierre couldn’t fault her for her ambition.
 
He COULD fault these five idiots for falling for her feminine wiles, however. Seriously, it was one thing to fall in love… but to fall so deeply in love that you were reluctantly willing to share your woman with four other men? Even if they were all friends, it was still utterly ridiculous.
 
Not that it mattered in the end anyways. They’d lost. Marie was still his. Meanwhile… they’d had to put up something of greater value than Marie to get him to agree to this five-on-one duel in the first place. Obviously he’d known he was going to win, but since they didn’t know that, he got to name his prize. And he had… he’d gone all out, because why the hell not right?
 
“You lost. None of you can keep fighting. Time to pay up.”
 
The Holfort Prince blanches at that, as well he should. But then… then the idiot actually has the audacity to grin.
 
“Heh… I’d like to see you try to collect. Just… hop across the border real quick and claim the Queen and Princess of Holfort as your property. Ah… do what you want with us… but Holfort will never let you have your p-prizes!”
 
Pierre just rolls his eyes and lifts his right hand, where the Sacred Tree’s seal rests.
 
“You swore on the Sacred Tree, you idiot.”
 
Julius scowls, clearly not enjoying being called an idiot. But he doesn’t get the chance to offer any sort of rebuttal, because the next thing he knows, the seal on Pierre’s hand is glowing brightly… and an equally bright glow fills the space between them. In a moment, two women appear. One of them is visibly older than the other, but still incredibly beautiful, a woman who’s looks don’t quite match her age. She has bright blue eyes and platinum-blonde hair, with a curvaceous hourglass figure that is hugged tightly by her Queenly attire.
 
The other has long black hair, with a body almost as small as Marie’s, but larger breasts. She shares her mother’s blue eyes as well as her high, royal cheekbones, and it’s obvious just from looking between the two of them that she will mature into quite the fine woman, given a little while longer. But then, these are mother and daughter.
 
More accurately, these two are Queen Mylene Rapha Holfort and Princess Erica Rapha Holfort. Royalty from the Holfort Kingdom… and now his absolute property in the eyes of the Sacred Tree.
 
“Wha-… what is this?”
 
“Mother? Where are we?”
 
“N-No! How is this possible?! Mother! Erica! You both have to run! Flee, right now!”
 
The two women turn to regard Julius and his friends, all looking at them in horror from their places laid out on the ground. Pierre just snickers, drawing the Queen and Princess’ eyes back to him.
 
Immediately, Mylene straightens up, her face becoming stone-like as she holds herself with all the regalness of a Queen.
 
“… Greetings. I do not know who you are, but through context clues alone I can imagine that my son has done something foolish. Again. I apologize for his actions and ask that you be lenient. If not for his sake, than for mine as his mother.”
 
“What?! Mother, you don’t understand-!”
 
“Be silent, Julius. I understand full well that you and your friends are in trouble once more. What have you all gotten yourselves into?!”
 
Before Julius can speak up, Pierre does so first with a wide and wicked grin.
 
“Yes… I agree with the Queen. Be silent, Julius. The rest of your friends as well.”
 
The power of the Sacred Tree flares. As the winner of their duel, Pierre still has the right to do whatever the fuck he wants to the five idiots. In this case, muting them all is child’s play. As Julius opens and closes his mouth to no avail, his mother the Queen turns back to Pierre, regarding him with a hint of caution in her gaze. Erica, the Princess, is doing the same, even as she regards their surroundings curiously.
 
None of his four slaves are here right now. Julius had tried to demand that he show them Marie before the fight, but Pierre had refused. As such, it’s just him, the five morons who can’t even stand under their own power, and the Queen and Princess of Holfort. Amazing.
 
“Truthfully, it’s not what Julius and his idiot friends got themselves into that you should be worried about, Queen Mylene. Rather, it’s what he got you and your daughter into.”
 
Mylene stiffens at that, her lips thinning out. It’s funny. Everything Pierre has heard about the Queen of Holfort says that she’s a benevolent and kind woman who treats her subjects with compassion. But right now he thinks he’s seeing the true side of the Queen, perhaps. The politically minded side at that.
 
“Oh?”
 
She wouldn’t hesitate to kill him in this instant if she had the means, Pierre realizes. Honestly? That’s kind of hot. But of course…
 
“Yes. Seeing as you and your daughter both belong to me now.”
 
Calling upon the power of the Sacred Tree, Pierre claims his prizes. That Julius had been foolish enough to put up BOTH his mother and sister to try and win Marie back spoke of the man’s deep love for the blonde… but it also spoke of his complete and utter idiocy. Of course, clearly he had been convinced that it was a win-win situation for him because he thought Pierre couldn’t bring his newest prizes to him and would have to go to Holfort to claim them.
 
To be fair, invading Holfort in order to assert his dominance over its Queen and Princess WOULD have been fun… but also probably wouldn’t have ended well, even if he had succeeded in claiming the two women as his own. No matter though. The Sacred Tree had pulled through and his new property stood before him.
 
Both Mylene and Erica stiffen up at his words. Ah, but they don’t just stiffen up at his words. They also stiffen up because they can no longer move thanks to the power of the Sacred Tree.
 
“You… you cannot do this. I am Queen of Holfort. My daughter is the Crown Princess. If you persist in this madness, it would mean war.”
 
Pierre raises a single eyebrow.
 
“Would it? Why? No one knows who took you. No one knows where you two are. Save for the five behind you. The power of the Sacred Tree leaves no trace. I should know… I asked it nicely not to.”
 
He grins an evil grin at that and starts to understand perhaps what Marie was talking about. He might not fully understand what ‘NTR’ was even now… but he was a bit of a bastard, wasn’t he? Heh.
 
The gravity of the situation begins to dawn on both the Queen and the Princess. Erica looks frightened to say the least, while Mylene looks… weary.
 
“It would seem our fates are in your hands due to my idiot son. Still, I would beseech you… let my daughter go. Allow my son to live. And I will… serve you willingly.”
 
Wow. A great offer made entirely meaningless by the true nature of Pierre’s control. In the end, Mylene would serve him ‘willingly’ whether she liked it or not. Still, her love for her son was surprising. Her willingness to sacrifice herself for him was amusing. Though…
 
“I wasn’t going to kill him or his friends anyways. There’s no need.”
 
Mylene and Erica are forced to step apart when he suddenly strides forward, his control over them causing them to take up positions on either side of him. Meanwhile, Pierre looks down at Julius and the rest of his entourage with a wicked grin.
 
“The five of you will never speak of what happened here today. Actually, even better… you won’t REMEMBER what happened here today. All the five of you need to know is that I hopelessly outclass you… and that Marie is lost to you. Forever. Do with that what you will.”
 
As the power of the Sacred Tree enforces the reality of his words over all of them, Pierre can see in some of their faces that ‘do with that what you will’ will probably result in them committing suicide. That’s how deeply Marie has managed to sink her claws into them. Sad, but Pierre’s benevolence ends here. He COULD have made them forget their love for Marie as well… but he’s not a good enough person for that.
 
Watching their eyes glaze over a moment later as they forget everything about today, Pierre waves his hand dismissively and imperiously.
 
“Leave this place. Never return.”
 
Even though they’re bruised, broken, and beaten, they still drag themselves to their feet in great pain and walk right out the door. That’s the power of the Sacred Tree, he supposes. With that out of the way, he turns back to Mylene and Erica, grinning wickedly. The Queen looks even more weary than before as she lets out a sigh.
 
“… There is no way I can convince you to let my daughter walk free, is there?”
 
He considers lying to her, giving her false hope… but in the end, shakes his head.
 
“No.”
 
Erica makes a whimpering noise at that, the younger woman clearly not nearly as… prepared for something like this as her mother. Mylene, meanwhile, just nods sharply.
 
“… Then all I ask is that you take out the worst of your lusts upon me. I know you can just command us both to obey and force us to do your bidding, but I swear I will do whatever you say willingly, so long as you are gentler with my daughter.”
 
An interesting proposal. Enticing too. While true that Pierre could force Mylene and even make her like it with the snap of his fingers… that WAS a little boring. Instead, why not take advantage of the Queen’s pragmatism? Seeing her reluctantly following his orders in order to spare her daughter the worst of his attentions would be amusing… at least for a time.
 
“Very well. We have a deal. You can start by stripping out of that royal attire. You won’t be needing it anymore. Oh… and make it sexy. I want you to strip like you’re trying to seduce me, your Majesty.”
 
A shudder runs down Mylene’s spine but she nods her head all the same.
 
“Very well. Please send my daughter away and I-!”
 
“No. She stays. I’ll be gentler with her… but she still has to watch.”
 
Mylene grimaces… but in the end, she nods her head and reaches up, beginning by taking the crown off her head and setting it aside. Then… she starts to strip. The Queen of Holfort’s seductive stripping is… honestly quite terrible. Oh, Pierre is still immensely turned on by it, that’s for sure… but she’s not very good at it. Whether that’s because she’s never had reason to be, or simply because she’s having to do it in front of her daughter, he doesn’t know.
 
What he does know is that Mylene Rapha Holfort more than makes up for her terrible seductive poses and bumping and grinding to music only she can hear… with the most spectacular body he’s ever seen. Seriously, once she’s standing naked before him, Pierre can’t help but stare at her beauty. In turn, Mylene makes no attempt to cover herself up. Instead, she stares at him piercingly.
 
“What would you ask of me next… my Lord?”
 
Humming, Pierre steps over to her, making sure not to block Erica’s view of her mother’s nudity even as he closes the distance.
 
“It’s Master, actually. You and your daughter are now my slaves. My rarest, most valuable slaves at that.”
 
Mylene closes her eyes in consternation, but in the end acquiesces all the same.
 
“Yes… Master.”
 
Pierre looks over at Erica, causing the Princess to freeze up. Then her eyes widen in realization. Finally, the Princess bows her head.
 
“Y-Yes Master…”
 
Pierre nods approvingly and then turns back to Mylene. He grabs hold of one of her tits and leans in, forcing a kiss onto the naked Queen’s mouth. She tenses up in response, even as he molests and kneads her fat mammary in his hand, his tongue pushing in. Pierre chuckles against her lips after a moment.
 
“You’re not doing a very good job of selling the ‘willing’ part, your Majesty.”
 
“… Apologies, Master.”
 
With that, Mylene returns his kiss. And he has to admit, she’s a much better kisser than she is a stripper. He knows it’s fake, but she’s still fairly good at making him believe she’s enjoying it. But at the same time… she’s definitely not. Pierre knows this because when he reaches down with his other hand to feel Mylene up, she’s almost bone dry. There’s perhaps some slight moisture from his fondling of her chest, but otherwise nothing about this situation is arousing for the Queen. Not even remotely.
 
Well, that just won’t do, will it? Pulling back from the kiss, Pierre whispers low enough that Erica can’t hear him.
 
“You will find yourself growing reluctantly aroused at my touch, at the things I’m doing to you. You will not remember this order.”
 
Alright, so he couldn’t help but cheat a little bit. But to be fair, in this case it was little different than applying outside lubricant, really. He hadn’t given Mylene some sort of order that forced her to fall deeper and deeper in love with him the more he fucked her or something, after all. As the Sacred Tree does its thing, Pierre continues to kiss the Queen of Holfort while fondling one of her tits and fingering her cunt. And slowly but surely… this yields results.
 
She’s still kissing him back like she likes it even though they both know she doesn’t, but at the same time she’s starting to squirm in a way that’s entirely involuntary on her part. And reluctant. Heh, reluctant arousal is the best, Pierre quickly decides. Especially when you’re making a fucking Queen your bitch. Mylene moans into his mouth the more he plays with her, her hips shaking and quivering as she holds back the urge to buck them upwards into his hand.
 
All the while, her pussy gets wetter and wetter under his touch, until she’s sopping against her will and hating every second of how aroused she is. Pulling back, Pierre hums as he considers her for a moment before nodding.
 
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
 
“Please Master… not in front of my daughter.”
 
Hm? Hadn’t he said it was all going to happen in front of her daughter? Ah, Pierre gets it after a moment. Mylene wasn’t worried as much about Erica this time… no, rather, this time she was asking for her own sake. Because she’d been caught off guard by how aroused he’d managed to get her. She was afraid of what Erica would see if he fucked her in her current libidinous state.
 
“Yes, bitch. In front of your daughter. Get on all fours now. Face Erica. I want her to see your face.”
 
Mylene flushes in horror at that, but the Queen has no choice but to obey. Not because he’s using the Sacred Tree to force her, but because their deal is still in effect. Getting down on all fours, the gorgeous, very curvaceous woman can do nothing as Pierre crouches behind her. One hand grabs her by the hip, the other gathers her incredibly long platinum-blonde locks into a makeshift ponytail, fisting it as he pulls her head back so she can’t hide her face from Erica’s watching eyes.
 
The Princess is bright red at this point and looks mortified. But every time she looks away, Pierre just looks at her until she turns her gaze back toward what he’s doing to her mother. She knows he could make it an order, and that alone forces her obedience for the time being.
 
Pulling his hand off of Mylene’s hip, he brings it down on her ass instead.
 
SMACK!
 
“Lift your hips higher, bitch. Arch that back.”
 
“Y-Yes… Master…”
 
She tries to hide the quaver in her voice but doesn’t fully succeed, even as she obeys his instructions to the best of her abilities. Freeing his throbbing erection from its confines, he drags it down Mylene’s ass crack, making her stiffen up in fear of what hole he’s going for in that moment. But no… he’ll fuck the Queen’s ass late. For now? For now he punches into her sopping wet quim without hesitation, knowing full well that she’s drooling and more than ready for him.
 
The loud, lewd cry that leaves Mylene Holfort’s lips as he impales her upon his shaft is music to his ears. Pierre grins, making sure to maintain eye contact with Erica as he fucks her mother in such a… humiliating position. Not just from behind, but literally crouched over her, mounting her and pounding her pussy like she’s a bitch in heat.
 
“E-Erica… please d-don’t look!”
 
Mylene whimpers as her pragmatic attitude is stripped away by her reluctant pleasure. The more he fucks her, the better it gets for the Queen… but obviously, she’s not happy about that fact. She doesn’t WANT to feel good. She doesn’t want him to make her cum on his cock. Doesn’t stop it from happening though.
 
Indeed, in just a few short minutes, Mylene lets out a reluctant cry as she reaches her first orgasm upon Pierre’s member. Letting out a laugh, Pierre gives her ass another smack, slapping it and then groping it as his eyes twinkle with delight.
 
“What a slutty slave I’ve picked up. So quick to cum… and her Master didn’t even tell her she was allowed. Naughty, naughty.”
 
Reduced to a whimper, Mylene would be hanging her head right now if he wasn’t pulling her hair.
 
“S-Sorry… I’m sorry…”
 
He can’t tell whether she’s apologizing to him or her daughter. Despite Mylene’s words, Erica IS still looking. The girl is smart. She recognizes that he’ll just force her to watch if she doesn’t do it herself. Quick on the uptake, that one.
 
Erica continues watching, even as Pierre fucks her mother through orgasm after orgasm. Until finally, with a vicious growl, he slams into Mylene one last time. Provoking a loud squeal from the once composed woman, he proceeds to cum inside of the Queen… which in turn prompts another reluctant orgasm from the poor MILF, her entire body shaking and jiggling in just the most delightful way imaginable.
 
Pulling out of her, Pierre lets out a happy little sigh… and then smiles as Mylene continues to quiver and tremble beneath him.
 
“Sit back and use your fingers to stir up my seed inside of your quim.”
 
Her head hanging, it’s obvious that the Queen doesn’t immediately hear him, because she doesn’t move to obey. Well then…
 
“I said, sit back and use your fingers to stir up my seed inside of your quim, bitch.”
 
This command is enforced by the Sacred Tree, causing Mylene to yelp as she’s forced onto her ass, her legs spread wide and her fingers darting down to follow his orders precisely. As she slides her digits up into herself and swirls them around in her leaking quim, Pierre nods his approval, grinning a wicked grin. Then… he walks over to Erica.
 
“P-Please! Please be kind t-to her! Remember our deal!”
 
Mylene’s words would be more annoying if her tone wasn’t so desperate. For all her pragmatism, for all her ruthlessness, for all her political mindedness… she couldn’t stop this in the end. She couldn’t stop any of it. She was well and truly defeated.
 
Chuckling softly, Pierre reaches up and gently takes Erica Ratha Holfort’s trembling chin between his fingers.
 
“Oh, I remember. Not to worry, your Majesty. I won’t do anything to your daughter that she doesn’t ask for.”
 
Both women go still at that. Pierre just grins and rolls his shoulders.
 
“Of course, if I’m not fucking your daughter, I’ll have to find new and inventive ways to fuck you instead, I suppose.”
 
After a beat, Mylene nods.
 
“Y-Yes… yes, please just continue to-!”
 
“Please have sex with me, Master.”
 
Erica’s voice cuts in, quiet in tone but nevertheless devastating in effect. She cuts her mother off, leaving Mylene speechless even as Pierre chuckles darkly. Yes… in the end, the familial love went both ways, didn’t it? Mylene might have wanted to spare her daughter the worst he had to offer… but why should Erica not want to do the same for her mother?
 
In the end, that was why Pierre had forced the Princess to watch him defile the Queen. Because if he’d sent her away, she could have convinced herself it wasn’t so bad. Now? Now she’d watched her mother break down and reluctantly enjoy his cock. And she wanted to spare Mylene further humiliation of that sort.
 
“E-Erica… no…”
 
But Erica only has eyes for Pierre at this point. She really is a smart girl. He understands why she was Crown Princess. But for all that… she’s still innocent at the end of the day. Poor dear.
 
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you slave?”
 
“Yes Master.”
 
“Very good. Strip and get on all fours, just like your mother.”
 
Dropping her gaze almost bashfully, Erica Ratha Holfort does as she’s told. Mylene, meanwhile, squawks from her current degrading position on the floor.
 
“W-What?! You said you’d treat her more gently!”
 
Pierre raises an eyebrow at that.
 
“And I will. Did you think I was going to take her under the covers in a bed with the lights off while I held her hand and whispered sweet nothings to her? Don’t be ridiculous. You’re both my property now. You’d do well to remember that.”
 
Mylene is left speechless by his words. Meanwhile, Erica finishes stripping and slowly lowers herself to the floor, getting on her hands and knees. She’s so much smaller than her mother… which makes it all too easy for Pierre to grab her and manhandle her into position, forcing her where he wants her to go. This results in Erica facing her mother once more. Both women freeze up, Mylene with her fingers still stirring up her creampied pussy, and Erica on her hands and knees, about to receive a creampie of her own.
 
That realization causes Mylene to jolt.
 
“Please… please just don’t cum inside of her. I beg of you.”
 
Pierre just smiles as he kneels down behind Erica, grabbing her by her much slimmer hips and placing his cockhead against her slit. She gasps at the feel of his messy member, lubricated from her mother’s own secretions, upon her pussy lips. Pierre, meanwhile, grunts in slight surprise at how WET Erica Ratha Holfort is right now.
 
Hm… could it be? Deciding to test his burgeoning theory, Pierre grins as he runs his hands over Erica’s body, moving his fingers along her lithe form. She’s slenderer than her mother, but with the sort of maturing body that will definitely grow to be as voluptuous and curvaceous as Mylene’s so long as it’s nurtured properly. Her breasts, for instance, aren’t nearly as small as Marie’s, and are already on their way to growing to be as big as her MILF mother.
 
That said, Pierre is incredibly gentle with Erica, just like he promised Mylene. He’s so gentle as he touches her and fondles her tits from behind that Mylene can’t even raise a protest. She’s still watching with a grimace on her flushed face of course, her fingers continuing to stir up his seed inside of her cunt. But she can’t exactly complain when he’s being so kind to her daughter.
 
Erica on the other hand…
 
“P-Please!”
 
Pierre grins, even as Mylene looks at her daughter in confusion.
 
“Oh? Something the matter?”
 
He knows what the problem is, of course. He’s been teasing Erica’s entrance with just the tip of his cock this entire time. And she’s only gotten wetter as a result. Without him having to do anything but fuck her mother to two reluctant orgasms right in front of her, Pierre has already got the Crown Princess of Holfort mewling… begging, even.
 
“Please… stop t-teasing me, Master…”
 
“Erica!”
 
Mylene sounds scandalized. Pierre just laughs as Erica hangs her head in shame, incredibly embarrassed by what she just admitted. But of course, he’s not just going to leave it there. Casually molesting her soft, small breasts, he lightly pinches her nipples between his fingers, causing Erica to moan in wanton surprise.
 
“Stop teasing you? What else would I be doing, if not teasing you?”
 
“You’d… you’d have s-sex with me. Like you s-said you would…”
 
It seems that the Princess is that kind of woman. Who is Pierre not to take advantage of it? He doesn’t even have to modify her mind. How… amusing.
 
Pierre makes eye contact with Mylene over Erica’s hanging head, making sure that the Queen is looking at him… and then he pushes forward into her daughter’s quim from behind. The younger woman lets out a lewd cry, her back arching and her head tossing as she feels him take her virginity. At her request. That’s the important part. He fills her incredibly tight but also incredibly wet cunt with his cock, enjoying immensely how good it feels to be inside of the virgin girl.
 
At the same time, he continues to fondle her breasts, toying with her tits. He plays with them, even as Erica mewls helplessly. She was a smart girl… but not very well educated in matters of sex it would seem. In the end… she was a tight little virgin pervert that Pierre had just claimed in front of her own mother.
 
Reaching out, Pierre slides his hand through Erica’s black locks. Mylene’s breath hitches, but he’s exceedingly gentle even as he slowly pulls Erica’s head back. Then, he speaks.
 
“Tell your mother how you’re feeling right now, Erica. Tell her the TRUTH.”
 
He enforces that with the power of the Sacred Tree. He doesn’t make any effort to hide it either. He wants Mylene to know he just gave Erica an inviolable order. Then, he starts to slowly fuck the Princess from behind as she moans out helplessly.
 
“I-I’m feeling… g-good. I’m feeling g-good!”
 
“Oh Erica…”
 
Mylene looks heartbroken. Pierre, meanwhile, just grins wickedly.
 
“Oh? Why are you feeling good?”
 
Mewling some more, Erica shudders before him.
 
“B-Because of Master’s c-cock! Because it’s so deep inside of me! I’m feeling good because Master is having sex with me! I want more… I want him to fuck me HARDER!”
 
And there it is. Mylene whimpers, even as Pierre gives her a grin.
 
“Well now. I did say I would only do what she asked for, bitch.”
 
He picks up speed, fucking Erica harder, making her moan even more wantonly as Mylene watches… continuing to finger herself to the sight. Erica shudders beneath him, cumming much faster than her mother… and more frequently too. Despite Pierre doing nothing to make her fall for him, there’s no reluctance in Erica’s pleasure. He’s a little surprised at how… willing she is to submit. But he’s not so surprised that he’s going to pass up on such an opportunity.
 
“Yes! Harder! Oh GOD! It feels so GOOD!”
 
As she cums again and again for him, Pierre looks her mother in the eye all the while. The Queen and Princess of Holfort, his newest playthings. And no one even knew he had them. He would have to be careful not to reveal their presence, of course. No one could know that they were his slaves, that he’d effectively stolen them from Holfort. It would be such a pain in the ass if that happened.
 
But at the same time… the sky was really the limit for him, wasn’t it? He had Louise under his control and now he had Mylene and Erica as well. With the elf Yumeria helping him take more power from the Sacred Tree than ANYONE in the history of the world had managed to do… the sky was truly the limit, wasn’t it?
 
He’s getting close to cumming. Remembering Mylene’s words from earlier, Pierre just grins.
 
“Erica. I’m getting close now. Tell me… where would YOU like me to cum?”
 
Mylene’s eyes widen, but before she can say a word, Erica is already exclaiming her answer.
 
“I-Inside! I want you to fill me up, just like you did mama! Please!”
 
And there it is. Pure, complete defeat spreads across Mylene Ratha Holfort’s face in that moment. He knows that he’s truly broken her… by first breaking her daughter. With a grunt, Pierre gives Erica what she asked for. He fills her with his seed right there on the spot. Erica cries out in response, her entire body seizing up beneath him. He pumps and pumps until his balls are empty, and then he pulls back out of her and rises to his feet.
 
Stepping over Erica’s trembling form, he moves to where Mylene is still sitting on her ass, leaned back, fingers delving into her own cunt against her will. She looks up at him and opens her mouth to speak, but he just grabs her by the hair and shoves her down his dick.
 
“Suck.”
 
This command, he enforces with the Sacred Tree to avoid any… ill-thought out biting. And as Mylene cleans him of her, her daughter’s, and his juices… tears streak down her cheeks. Pierre just smiles in response. She and he both know that he’s won. That in reality, there was never any chance of her or her daughter escaping his clutches.
 
As Mylene dutifully sucks him off, first cleaning him with her mouth and tongue and then steadily moving into full-blown fellatio, Pierre looks over her head, out the window behind her. On the distant horizon is Holfort… and the only man that truly concerns him at this point, Leon Fou Bartfort.
 
For a brief moment, Pierre considers pursuing Leon. Defeating him. Taking everything from him and wiping the threat he poses off the face of this world. But… no. He’d had Marie explain these things to him a little bit more after he’d used and abused her throat yesterday. As she’d told him, these… ‘NTR doujins’ could end one of two ways. Either the ‘NTR bastard’ won totally and utterly, leaving his victims in complete despair… or he died, usually in some ignoble way.
 
It hadn’t made sense to Pierre. From how Marie described it, these were fictional stories used for sexual pleasure. Why would anyone write a story where the ‘bastard’ won, only to then end it with their death? Was it to assuage some sort of guilt or something?
 
Either way, Marie had admitted that she didn’t know what sort of ‘NTR doujin’ they were actually in. But it was clear to her that Leon didn’t know either and was too smart to find out. The man had left rather than risk losing everything to Pierre.
 
In that regard… Pierre decided he would follow Leon’s lead. He would let bygones be bygones, and he would be the first type of ‘NTR Bastard’ rather than the second. He already had six beautiful women after all. He didn’t need Leon’s fiancé or anyone else in his orbit. Not when the power of the Sacred Tree meant that taking control of this country would be entirely within his grasp.
 
Yes, where Leon was concerned… Pierre would end it here. Looking down into Mylene’s eyes, he grins again. For her and the rest of his women, however… their life-long service and slavery to him was just beginning. He was going to enjoy making the Queen his bitch in every way possible, same as her daughter. Same as the others as well.
 
This was his victory. And woe unto all those who had underestimated Pierre Io Feivel, who had looked down upon him. Because he was just getting started.

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