"Yes, of course she is beautiful; that is exactly why she stands before us in such a manner. Haha!" Manu's laughter rang out through the hall, a sharp, cold sound that lacked any genuine warmth. He leaned back, his eyes roaming over Iris with an unmasked, predatory admiration. The young girl, however, did not return his gaze. She kept her eyes locked onto the floor, her shoulders trembling slightly as she stared at the dirt beneath her boots, trying to make herself as small as possible.

"So, tell me," Fuyu interceded, stepping forward to draw the girl's attention. His voice was calmer than Manu's, but it carried an undeniable weight of authority. "How have your days been since you came under our shadow? Truly, I wish to know how your life has transformed now that you belong to us."

Iris swallowed hard, her throat feeling as though it were lined with sandpaper. "It—it has been great..." she whispered, her voice so low it was nearly lost to the wind. She didn't dare look up. The memory of her brother being struck by Manu—a brutal, ringing slap delivered simply because the boy had the audacity to speak out of turn—was fresh in her mind. She had no intention of inciting that kind of wrath upon herself. Submissiveness was her only shield.

"Hm. Anyway, Manu..." Fuyu turned away from the trembling girl, his mind already shifting to the logistics of his trek. "I must continue this journey of mine. I have stayed long enough, and the road ahead is calling. I will be taking my leave now."

Manu offered a sharp, decisive nod. "Very well. But you won't be going alone." He gestured toward the young girl with a flick of his wrist. "Take her with you. That is an order."

Fuyu paused, his brow furrowing in genuine confusion. "Huh? Why her?" he asked, his tone skeptical. He glanced back at the girl's brother, who stood nearby in stony silence. Does that kid really not know the way back to his own hometown? Fuyu wondered. Is she meant to be a guide, or a burden?

Manu stepped closer, a sly, knowing grin spreading across his face. "Well, you see, brother, I have been thinking. I feel rather bad about your current love life. I think it is high time you added more variety to your harem. I know you must be growing bored, limited to only four wives. A man of your standing deserves more."

He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. "I have prepared her as a gift for you. Take her, make her your new wife, and enjoy the fruits of your power. Frankly, it pities me to see you settling for those old hags you currently keep. Even with all the power you wield, I feel like you aren't living life to its fullest potential. Look at me—I have more wives than I can even count, and each one brings something new. I don't want to see my own brother left behind in such a way."

Fuyu looked at Iris, then back at Manu. He didn't necessarily agree with Manu's assessment of his wives—he found them more than capable—but he saw the tactical advantage. If that boy tries to run away to save his life, Fuyu reasoned, it will be good to have his sister right here at my disposal. A second leash is better than one.

"Fine," Fuyu said shortly. "I will take her."

Preparations and Partings

Fuyu made his way toward the courtyard where the carriage was being prepped. His wives Sara, Lara, and Katty were gathered in a tight circle, engaged in a heated discussion. As Fuyu approached, he noticed the carriage stood empty, the doors wide open.

"What is the delay?" Fuyu asked, his voice echoing in the stone courtyard. "I thought we were ready to depart."

Manu followed closely behind, his face darkening with a frown. "Is there something wrong with the carriage? If the craftsmanship is not to your liking, I will have the carpenter's head."

"Oh, no, it's nothing like that at all," Sara said quickly, stepping forward to de-escalate the tension. Her face was flushed with a genuine, childlike excitement. "It's just... I don't want to be cooped up inside that wooden box. I want to ride a horse myself! I feel like there is so much more adventure and fun in feeling the wind on my face rather than sitting silently in the dark."

Fuyu crossed his arms, looking at his other wives. "I understand Sara's enthusiasm. She has always been the restless one. But what about the rest of you? Surely you don't all intend to ride?"

"Actually, we do," Lara added, nodding in agreement. "We talked about it, and we all want to join her. It sounds like a wonderful way to enjoy the journey. But there is a problem—Sara says she can only take one person up with her on her saddle. The rest of us are stuck."

From the sidelines, Susan watched them with a quiet, longing expression. If only I could go with them, she thought, her fingers twitching at her sides. She was an expert rider, far more skilled than the others, and the thought of being left behind while they galloped through the woods stung her pride. But she knew her place remained here for now.

"There is no need for concern," Fuyu declared, waving a hand to silence the debate. "We will simply take more horses. In addition to the two pulling the carriage, we will bring three more. That way, everyone who wishes to ride may do so, and the carriage will follow behind with our supplies and Ivis."

With the logistics settled, the group prepared to move out. Fuyu, Iris, Ivis, Lara, Sara, and Katty made their final preparations. Manu stayed behind at the mansion, watching as the horses were saddled. He spent a few more moments speaking with his mother, Nula, as the dust from the departing party began to rise in the distance.

"Mother, I must take my leave as well," Manu said, standing up from his heavy wooden chair. "There are territories to oversee and matters that require my personal attention."

"Of course, my baby," Nula replied, her voice soft but proud. "Do your best, and keep our name prospering. It brings me such joy to see the expansion of our territory and the growing legend of the Demon Lord Clan."

Her eyes drifted past Manu, landing on a blonde woman in her forties who stood among Manu's retainers. The woman was striking, with a mature beauty and a commanding presence. Nula blinked, a bit surprised. This was the first time she had seen a woman of such maturity in Manu's harem. She couldn't help but think it was the influence of Fuyu's "instability" finally rubbing off on his brother.

First Fuyu marries those older women, and now Manu is following suit, Nula thought, a small sigh escaping her lips. It's as if a virus is spreading. They aren't just seeking young girls anymore; they are looking for something more... seasoned.

She felt a flicker of worry, but she quickly suppressed it. "I suppose I cannot do anything to stop them," she whispered to herself. "I only hope that Fuyu's wife keeps a tight rein on him so he doesn't bring home a new girl every single week."

Manu noticed her distracted look. "You seem worried, Mother. Is it the prisoners?"

"No, Manu. I was just thinking."

"Well, don't worry about the 'rats,'" Manu said, his voice dropping to a low, cold hiss. "I am worried that Fuyu might be too soft on them. He might actually let them find a way to escape."

"Nonsense," Nula reassured him, patting his hand. "He is your brother. I am sure he has a plan for them that we haven't even considered yet. Now go. Tend to your duties."

As Manu departed with his retinue, the mansion grew quiet. Nula, Susan, Rasmi, and Rani retreated to the inner chambers to focus on their cultivation, seeking to grow their inner power. The daily chores fell to the maids Verma, Nina, Ryuma, and Bella. They moved like ghosts through the halls, tending to the house and, more importantly, the children.

The nursery was a chaotic but lively place. Lara and Katty each had two children—a boy and a girl each. Rani had a young girl who was just beginning to walk, while her second child was still a growing weight in her womb. Sara had two female toddlers, the youngest of whom, a three-year-old, had thrown a massive tantrum when she saw her mother riding away on a horse. It had taken the combined efforts of all four maids to calm the child down with sweets and stories.

Deep in the emerald woods, the journey was in full swing. The sound of rhythmic hoofbeats on the soft loam filled the air. They traveled in a loose formation: five horses in total. The heavy carriage, loaded with chests of gold, silk, and survival gear, was led by Ivis. In the center, Sara and Lara shared a powerful chestnut stallion, their laughter ringing through the trees as they raced each other.

At the very front, Iris rode alone. She had been given her own horse to lead the way, her small frame looking fragile against the backdrop of the massive ancient trees.

And at the rear, Fuyu and Katty shared a single horse. Katty sat in front of Fuyu, her back pressed against his chest.

"Woohooo! This is incredible!" Sara's voice drifted back to them from the front of the line. "I never knew riding could feel so free!"

Katty leaned back, her long hair blowing wildly in the wind, whipping across Fuyu's face. "She's right," Katty shouted over the sound of the wind. "I never thought it would be this much fun. If I had known, I would have forced you to teach me years ago! Faster, Fuyu! Make the horse go faster!"

Fuyu looked at the back of her neck, watching the way her pulse jumped at the base of her throat. A wicked grin touched his lips. "Oh? You want to go faster? You want to feel more excitement?"

Without warning, Fuyu slid his hand beneath the fabric of her skirt. His palm met the warm, silken skin of her inner thigh. Katty gasped, her entire body jerking in the saddle. She wasn't wearing anything beneath the skirt—a choice she had made earlier that morning—and the sudden contact of his cold hand against her heated skin sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

The movement of the horse was relentless. With every stride, Katty's body was buffeted against the hard leather of the saddle and the firm heat of Fuyu behind her. The friction was already making her sensitive, and his touch only amplified the sensation.

"Fuyu..." she hissed, her voice a mix of a warning and a plea. "The others... they'll see..."

"They're far ahead, Katty. They aren't looking back," Fuyu whispered into her ear, his breath hot against her skin. He didn't stop. His fingers moved higher, tracing the delicate lines of her body.

Katty's head fell back against his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut. The combination of the horse's rhythmic pounding and Fuyu's wandering hand was becoming too much to bear. She felt a deep, throbbing ache beginning to build between her legs. Each time the horse landed a stride, she was forced down onto his fingers, the impact driving him deeper into her.

"Please," she whimpered, her resolve crumbling. "Don't just tease me... it's making my head spin..."

Fuyu obliged. His fingers found their mark, sliding into her slick, honeyed warmth. Katty let out a choked moan, her fingers gripping the horse's mane so hard her knuckles turned white. She began to hump against his hand, her body moving in sync with the galloping animal. It was a sensory overload—the smell of pine and horse sweat, the sound of the wind, and the sheer, overwhelming physical pleasure of the dual penetration of the saddle and her husband's hand.

She lost track of time. She experienced multiple, shattering orgasms that left her limbs feeling like lead, yet the horse kept moving, and Fuyu's hand never wavered.

"Fuyu... Fu-yu..." she gasped, biting her lower lip until she tasted copper. "Stop... stop the horse... ughh... I need to... I need to go... fast, stop it!"

Her voice was desperate. Her body tensed into a rigid arch, her internal muscles clenching violently around his fingers. Fuyu felt the flood of her release—a hot, drenching wave that soaked his palm and ran down the side of the horse. She was shaking, her breath coming in ragged, shallow sobs.

"Aggghhh... fuck... yes!" Katty screamed, her voice echoing through the silent woods. She didn't care if the others heard her anymore. "Fuyu... I... I love you... mmmmgghhh... Stop! I need to rest... it hurts..."

Fuyu finally pulled on the reins, bringing the horse to a slow, trotting halt and then a complete stop. The others had long since disappeared around a bend in the trail. He stayed there with her for a long time, letting her breathing return to normal and whispering romantic promises to her as the forest settled around them.

When they finally caught up to the rest of the group an hour later, Katty looked like a ghost of herself. Her face was flushed, her eyes were unfocused, and she walked with a slight limp.

"I'm done," she announced to the group, her voice cracking. "I'm going into the carriage."

"What's wrong, Katty? I thought you loved the horse?" Sara asked, a playful smirk on her face as if she suspected exactly what had happened.

"I'm tired," Katty snapped, though there was no real heat in it. "And... my pussy is swollen. I can't take another step on that horse. I'm going to sleep."

She climbed into the carriage, collapsed onto a pile of silks, and was asleep before the wheels even began to turn again.

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