"Goddess?. Milf?". Inquires Verulkya with confusion. "Cherished Nephew Vruck, you haven't divert your gaze from me… , Oh!. I. I'm flattered… , But. I don't meet most of the requirements to become a Goddess. And a MILF i will become, only if you impregnate me".

"I certainly have the desire, Verulkya". I peck her plump maroon lips. "Don't tempt me".

"I'm not going to promise anything, Vurckair. But for you…". She ruffles my hair. "For you i can wait until you put five descendants in each of my Daughters-in-law".

"That's oddly specific".

"You are overthinking, Vruck". The Hot Aunt snaps her fingers, cleaning the entire room, not just us, removing any remaining traces of sexy fluids and fragrances.

She fixes her Adarga. "Don't take long, dinner is about to be served". Warns Verulkya, disappearing from the dorm.

{Does she has to always be a show-off?. I'm not complaining, but she could have taken us with her}.

The Barking Bitch demurely sits on the bed's edge, wearing her Black Combat Gambeson, muttering. "I can't believe the debauchery we partake in".

"Do you regret it?". I ask, and Ines touches the blue gem in her choker. "No in the way i could believe i would". She giggles. "I just wish i had give in since the moment we kiss in Clamour".

"That was a «Peck», Barking Bitch". I touch her chin, guiding her to observe me. "This is a «Kiss»".

I subdue Ines's lips, entangling our tongues in a demanding caring smooch. Her eyelids flutter with dazed excitement, surrendering completely to our blossoming relationship.

"Let's have dinner, My Bitch".

"Yes, My Alpha".

We head to the dining room, where the table is already full of dishes and there is no shortage of diners, and guests.

Cadrissa, Cresseida, Crussdia, another busty woman of white hair and pink eyes are sitting on one side, with three Librarians behind them.

Verulkya is at the head of the table, and the four Berezovskys are in the opposite seats to the Cressets, along three respective Butler Maidens to equate the number House Members.

Likewise, Abdleya and Danaika are tense, not daring to eat a single spoonful from their plates. Differently but similarly, Bayron would not begin eating without receiving prior permission.

"My Cherished Nephew Vruck, accompany us". The Hot Aunt points to the opposite header, hinting me this is a serious matter, because all this time in the Tower, Verulkya said nothing about the indistinct place i took when i eat.

"My Venerable Aunt. Can i ask why is the dinning room so crowded?".

Verulkya giggles. "Didn't i mention it to you before?".

"I'm sure you forgot".

"In that case, let's address the issue from the beginning. Breyda's Son losing his dick. Hence, becoming a Worthless Pussy Boy".

Brenna lowers his head, while Breyda clenches her gloved hands into fists that release red electricity.

"Behave yourself, Breyda". Condescendingly says Verulkya. "The entire tower, not only the table belongs to Larissa".

Breyda cease the electric sparks, the Butler Maidens and Librarians straighten their postures, and Yarunna seems puzzled, not understanding why the Landlady's name is so feared.

"Yuran. You haven't had the fortune of sight Larissa's wrath. You'll understand their reactions if you ever have the opportunity".

The Hot Aunt laughs to herself, and Crussdia scoffs. "You really have a very twisted sense of humour Verulkya… , But since you brought the topic straight to the main point… , Breyda. How do the Berezovsky Clan pretend to compensate the Cresset House for this shameful affront?. And if you forgot, i remind you that your Pure Scion marrying Cadrissa, was a decision discussed and agreed between me, and Solange Rwöllmör, one of the most, if not the top investor of your Family".

"Irrelevant. No one has the right to decide anything about my Pure Scion's life except him". Retorts Breyda with stern fury. "We will not compensate your House for anything. If you truly cared so much about this pact with that heart broken Spinster. You would be looking out for a solution to treat Brenna's condition. That way, Cadrissa will be able to consummate her marriage, as your House wants".

You are getting ahead of you, Breyda. Like the Head of the Cresset House". Says the white haired woman. "My daughter won't marry anyone. She will remain pure, like any Cordan should".

{This is Carmassia?}.

"At least you are not retarded, Nephew of Verulkya". Dismissively says Camarssia, not even bothering to look anywhere near my direction.

"My name is «Vurckair»". I rectify. "And don't pry into my mind uninvited, nor complain about what you might encounter. For reference, you can ask the Berezovsky…".

Camarssia interrupts me. "Nobody here is interested in the thoughts of a lesser, inferior creature like all of you «Males» are. Stay silent and let the Adults do the talk".

I snort, imagine Camarssia masturbating at sighting Cadrissa get double fucked by Brenna and me.

Balalaika gets a deep blush on her cheeks, like Brenna and the Butler Maidens.

Breyda and Yarunna send me killing glares, while Verulkya and Crussdia burst into laughter.

The same can't be said about Camarssia, who stands up, slamming her manicured hands on the table. "Disgusting!".

"I would had say inaccurate". Teases the Hot Aunt remarking the obvious. "Breyda's Son doesn't has a dick anymore".

I glance at Verulkya, chuckling at her accurate assessment, changing the mental scene playing in my mind. So now Rissa is butt fucked by me, while scissoring with Brenna.

"Stop this at once!". Admonishes Camarssia, and like the Young Gentleman i am supposed to be. I ease the woman's distress by imagine her on fours, wiggling her ass for her own daughter. Cadrissa wearing a thick, lubed strap-on, ready to tear apart her Progenitor's Virginity.

"Control your Household, Verulkya!".

"I don't feel like it. Besides. «Who can understand you, Camarssia?». You ask My Cherished Nephew Vruck not to speak in his own residence. Like a good Host, he agrees after giving you a warning to not read his mind. You go and get inside his head regardless, don't like what you see, so he changes it, twice, after your complains. Yet you are nagging. No wonder, Men didn't show the slightest interest in you when we were youthful"…

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