Chapter 183 – Getting to the Point

*** Esiyae ***

Oh, Elora looks so pathetic when her slave is raping her. The dumb bitch should have just given up when she saw me, and her dumb whore should know not to kill Royal's wives.

"Fuck! Why are we not closer?" I ask captain Sighoda Ashfall. A rare dwarf that hates the mountains so much she goes to the sea.

The marks on the map clearly put us half a day behind where we should be.

"The sea goes against us. The wind mages are giving us all they've got. But the sea isn't happy," she says. Oldtimer from the war. Lost every time to Fluvis. But she could outmaneuver Nesh, and that is all she should need to do. They won't have time to get more than a few ships to us, even with the extra stop.

"What?"

"The Goddess of the Sea isn't happy with us," Sighoda says. "Who exactly did you kidnap? And not your pet names for 'em."

"Princess Elora and her slave," I say.

"Why her slave?" Sighoda asks. Her eyes narrow.

Can't see her eyes really, but her eyebrows. One of the few groups that loves facial hair. Their men are squeaky clean, but the woman will blend in with a rug if you don't look closely.

"The slave is her husband," I say.

"That girl has bigger tits than you."

"Got both between the legs," I mutter.

"There are plenty of men that will give you a child. Why her?"

"Why do you care so much about the slave?" I ask.

"Cause she gets women pregnant a lot don't she?" Sighoda says. "You know Fertility and Sea like each other. You brought the Goddess of the Sea into this."

"Goddesses have been backing away for years," I say. "Fertility hasn't done anything for millennium. Sea has been seen less every year." I know they aren't old tales the men spout to scared kids. The temples are real, and they do use their power here and there. But they have all been quiet for years. They are not coming out for that whore.

"Fluvis prays. I do as well, but I don't get answers," Sighoda starts, her gruff voice beginning to grate on my ears. "Not often, at least. Based on how that elemental does I would say she gets an answer. If I had to bet, Fluvis is the one after us. In the water this moment. We all best pray to some Goddesses she don't have her wives. Maybe kids kept them back. Only chance we got."

"Figure out how to go faster," I say, getting up from the silly table. Mother will be expecting me to check in soon. I really do not need to see her gloating face that Faylen died.

I make my way through the cramped space in this rocking tub, getting to my small quarters. Just a bed and desk in this floating dead forest.

I sit down, take out the pocket mirror, and set it down. The silly mirror is open and sliding around. I hold it still and wait for the Queen to show up.

"Hello, Mother," I say, the Queen's old face showing up.

"Hello," she says. "I have heard some strange stories that I am sure are fake. I mean, raping a Princess and her husband over and over would never happen."

"They killed my wife," I say.

"Get pregnant by the dragon and start treating Princess Elora correctly," she commands. "It is not her fault she is stronger than you. If you worked harder, then maybe your wife would be alive right now."

"The whore killed her with a trap."

"Then you only have her to blame," she sighs. "Focus on getting home. The Elagwyn empire has had the only dragons outside their realm for too long. That is all your job was. Stop making this some personal revenge for your own failures."

"They were not my failures, Mother!" I scream out. "I did everything. I worked night and day. Just a few hours of sleep and you always wanted more. I am doing just fine. I beat that slut, and now I have her whore. I plan on using them."

I worked twice as hard as that bitch, Elora. My Mommy just wasn't as strong so here I am, the embarrassment of the family. Mommy lost a war and was happy I failed every time I saw Elora. Sweep her failures under the rug and parade mine around. Have fun with this dear Mother.

"Do not get greedy, Esiyae. They will be returned to their Queendom soon. Go too far, and you will start a war that I may just hand you over to them to solve," Mother says. "Just get pregnant. You could even drop them off in some port city after that. Some spies are reporting that Fluvis is the one after you. You have done well thus far. Do not throw it all away at the end."

"I'll be a good girl, Mommy," I say.

"Just come home pregnant, and your sister will let you into her harem," Mother says. "Then you get to be married to the next Queen."

"Like I care. Sending your daughter to get fucked by some whore. You could have just made another one of those festivals for me to get embarrassed at. The loser gets raped by the other's husband."

"They would never let you have sex with the dragon. Now heal Princess Elora and get her a real room with her husband after you get pregnant. Enough of this torture thing. It is beneath us," the Queen commands. Like I care to be her little monkey. We can stall for five months. Why have one kid when you can have two?

"I will have some dragon babies for you."

"Good. Be careful."

Not even enough time to say goodbye before I see myself again. Not that I want to say more to her.

Time to see if the dragon can get it up. Or maybe I should see what it is like to be inside a world-class prostitute.

*** Alzi ***

I thought the Princess would be a lot worse after the second time. I guess she is just having rough sex with her slave husband. The on-lookers must be the part she doesn't like.

She struggled to crawl into my arms once the bitch left. Honestly, I could use the hug as well. Two weeks off of the constant raping has made it sting a little now that it's back. The Princess was rambling about being sorry and throwing useless threats out.

"I am back, and I have a great show this time, my whore and slut," the bitch says. "Recognize this?"

My dildo. The fucking breeding dildo. I hate that thing, but I need it if I want to carry kids for Mommy, Mai, and Yuki.

"Esiyae, there is no going back if you try to use that," the Princess says, turning her head back. She is not quite willing to leave my hug. "I promise it won't end well for you."

"Separate," bitch commands. More guards pour into the small room. All in armor and carrying spears.

Not wanting to get stabbed, I let the Princess go. She scoots over with hate on her face. She better not open me up to becoming this bitch's slave.

"Lock up the slut," she says. "Whore get in this corner." Front left, the one that makes it easiest for her to get out if something goes wrong. She thinks Elora could do something to her with only an arm and leg? What a little bitch.

The Guards pile in and pull the Princess up, doing what they can to lock her up. It's kind of hard when they only have a single arm to hold, but numbers and pointy things do good work.

The two normal guards drag me to the other side of the cage, forcing me to look at the Princess. Bitch is even more of a loser than I thought.

Could I start an orgy in here and heal the Princess? We could take bitch hostage ourselves and figure it out from there. The Princess seems strong enough to do it.

The dildo pulls me out of those thoughts, teasing my lower lips as I feel rope fasten my limbs to the cage.

"Now whore, I plan on getting you pregnant, and if you do a good job, I will let you get me pregnant. Something a whore like you should be honored to do," bitch says. "I have a someone who can confirm if we are pregnant. She will be coming down in a few moments. So, no tricks, ok."

"Jump off the boat," I say. I'm getting raped anyways. Might as well have some fun with this one.

I give out a yelp as a paddle slams into my testicles.

"Fucking bitch!" I yell. I send the smallest amount of mana into the path. Looking to start up my aura. Sorry Princess but you may have some grabby hands on you for a little bit. I don't get stopped, so I start it up. It is weak as fuck with how little mana I give it, but I can slowly increase it as I start to distract everyone.

"Slave, do as you are told."

"You aren't my owner," I say. Earning me another paddle.

"I know this needs you to work. So do your job whore."

"My job is to get who my owner says pregnant. She hasn't told me to get myself pregnant with your child," I say. That's not a great excuse when my owner is right there in their hands. But I need to stall, so come up with something, Elora.

"It is your choice, Alzi. As I promised," she says back. Now it is my choice. Fuck I guess they always claimed it was, but you couldn't save me here? Maybe bitch will think I am interpreting her other commands as needing her confirmation.

I feel two hands running along my stomach and chest. Nails tracing thin lines into my skin. Just a bit of blood being drawn. Damn it, I did not miss this.

The hands come to rest on my breasts. Pinch out some milk.

"Now who is telling the truth," bitch whispers. "Maybe you are, or maybe slut just doesn't want me to torture her. I can always do with a bit of torture of that slut. Slut, I want you to command your slave to get herself pregnant with my child."

"I promised," the Princess says.

"Too bad," bitch says. "You have a few fingers left. Break one."

The Princess lets out a muffled scream after a sickening crack comes from her hand. But stays silent, refusing to give me my command.

"Keep going."

The Princess only has two more fingers to break. But she gives the same response, a muffled whimper, as they get broken. Next comes a hammer to her hand. Still just the whimper, no command escapes her lips.

Sorry, Princess, I'm working on it. Bitch is teasing me more and more. Her dress was now gone from her body. Her slim figure pressed into me, the dildo teasing my slit.

"Whore what are you doing to me?" bitch asks. "Stop your mana, or I'm going to find some sticks to shove up your ass."

"You all love to shove things up people's asses, don't you," I mutter. I keep my mana going, hoping she's just guessed. "I guess you think it's best to walk around with a stick up your ass. But don't push your belief onto me."

Another paddle comes through, but that should be for the insult. Then another and another.

"Mana whore. Stop it."

I try my pregnancy skill on her, but it doesn't catch. Instead, I feel a sharp object teasing against my ass.