Chapter 223 – A Prostitutes Version of Diplomacy

I don't know why they need so much fanfare for a war, even dancing and clapping for a bunch of women who pulled them into it.

All the nobles around seem to just turn to those near them after we do our weird little dance, so maybe they're just being nice to the Queen. The Princess pulls us all to a massive table, and the Queen and her harem join us, along with the Princess's sisters, my wives doing their best to keep me in the middle of the pack.

"Alzi," the Princess says. "Are you sure about your heels?"

"Hmm? They are fine. Tad smaller than what I would often wear in the brothel, and I'm hardly pregnant," I say. Looks like someone is a little self-conscious about their clothing.

"You can switch to smaller heels now that you're pregnant," the Princess says. "When you get bigger, you can even drop them if you like."

"I'll think about it," I say, eyeing one of the plates of food.

"Come!" The Princess shouts out, waving the maid over.

"Your Highness," the maid says, offering her the food, a small pastry with a sliced strawberry on top. The Princess gives me a small smile to help convince me to grab one.

I do so and take a small bite, though I should've grabbed two. Well, it's rude to take more than one, so I'll have to hunt them down later.

"I just want you to be ok with what you wear," the Princess continues. "I don't want you to feel pressured to show off or dress how you used to. So as long as you are happy with them, then that is ok."

"Princess Zarzi!" the voice from before booms out. "Of the Dragon Realm!" The doors we just walked through slam open, and all heads turn to see the new Princess.

A red dragon wearing a red dress walks through, two brown dragons following close behind. Her head is held high as the dragon surveys the room. Her eyes pass right over me before turning to the Queen. "Sorry for being late. The invitation must have gotten lost on its way to us. Or did you really invite my little brother to a royal party and not include someone who will actually defend him? Did you plan to let everyone here take advantage of him? Of course, I can feel that has already happened a number of times."

Well, if I wanted a good way to find out who carries my children, Zarzi just gave it to me. Each woman who is carrying my bastard pets their womb and stares at me with wide eyes. Their wives whisper about how they managed to rape out some royal dragon seed.

"You are no sister of hers," the Queen says. "State your true purpose, or leave."

Zarzi just keeps walking till she reaches the center of the room. "I see, so you let some little bitches rape him," Zarzi says. "I was wondering why I could only see a female dragon here. You are lucky the Dragons do not wish for a war right now, but you know how quickly we change our minds."

"I'm not your brother," I whisper.

"Hmm? What did you say, little brother?" Zarzi says. "Do you really think I am not related to you? Come on, I know you feel that bond. It's weaker than the one with your mother and children, but it exists. Daddy fucked more than just your traitorous mother."

"My Mother is not a traitor! She is the best person in the world," I say.

"Still got a spine, despite your collar," she laughs out. "I guess the royal family can give you a break. I will say: the next time a member of the royal family comes to see my brother, he'd best not have that collar chaining him."

"If that is all..."

"No, I am here," Zarzi says. "So I will join the fun for a bit. Is it really a good idea to send me away right now? What would that report look like on Mommy's desk? Do you think all those small pulls from those little bastards you stole from the royal family escape me?"

"Get her a table," the Queen spits out.

Happy with the outcome, Zarzi moves from the center of the room, her wings flared a tad to make her look bigger. The other two follow close behind.

"Is she really your sister?" the Princess asks. Someone gives me a small hug from behind. Her arms are too small for her to be Vanya or Geta.

"I don't know," I say. "She is family, but I don't think the blood bond thing is accurate enough to tell relationships apart."

"That is enough," the Princess says. "Well, if you want us to keep you away from her, we can. Or if you want to talk to her alone, just let us know. We can figure out some kind of signal so Geta or I can intervene if needed."

Whoever is behind me lets go of me. I guess I should be happy that they want to comfort me. "I'm fine talking to her," I say. It's not like she can enslave me, and so what if she rapes me? Would it be a party if I wasn't?

Though it would be nice to have that smug smile begging me for a kid. Maybe I can kill two Princesses? What happens when they have to worry about the Dragons as well?

Maybe it'll blow up in my face, but at least they'll all sink with me.

"Is there anything we need to do right now?" I ask. I might as well get our doom out of the way. "I think it would be best to talk to her right now. See what she really wants."

"No, generally, there is just a bit of dancing before dinner," the Princess says. "Then I have a meeting with the other head wives while everyone else continues the party."

"Then I will speak with her alone now," I say, heading toward my half-sister. I do hear the Princess cursing my half-sister for being red.

I have to say it is quite stupid that colors are so important to you. I am a rainbow. I'll piss off any other country we visit if they are all this stuck up.

"Let me be nearby, at least," Geta says. "I'll stay far enough away to not hear anything. But we need to protect you, Alzi."

"Fine," I say, continuing my little walk. It was too much to hope that they would let Zarzi just carry me off and find a way to remove the collar.

Nobody seems to care about me as I walk across the room. The new table was thrown in the corner for the three newcomers. I don't know how smart that is, but Zarzi doesn't seem to care.

A stupid little smile covers her face as I approach, and a strange anger fills me as I watch her. Her maids, or bodyguards, or wives, or whatever they are, back up a few steps. Their faces mask any emotions they may have.

"Want to talk, little brother?" Zarzi asks. "They let their little slave have some leash. The Goddess didn't even let you have a color. Perfect for a traitor's bastard."

"Outside," I say. It was nice of them to put a door nearby so I can just walk past this bitch. Are all royals assholes? Is Yuki hiding this side of her?

"Got to love it when the man has some spine," Zarzi says. "More fun when they fold."

"Your goons stay put," I tell her, pushing past the door. I don't really know where I'm going, but it should be fine to just walk into some random room. Unless it's the kitchen or a supply closet.

I pick a random room on the opposite side of the hallway and get lucky. It has just a few chairs and a table, and there's a single window looking out onto the castle grounds.

Zarzi closes the door behind us, and I think through how I want to fuck her. My skirt should be fine if I just lift it up. Stockings, let me roll those down. Then I just need her to get naked.

I can't have her thinking that we're equals while she, too, gets stuffed with my kids.

I spin on my heels and approach her. She doesn't do anything, just letting me kiss her stupid smile. I wrap my hand behind her head and use my least favorite skill: Lust Infusion.

With our lips touching, she doesn't stand a chance of stopping me. My erotic touch flares to life, making her fall to her knees.

"What did you do?" she manages through the lust.

"Strip," I command, hitting her again and letting out my aura. I now know how to protect myself from it.

"Yes," Zarzi says. Her dress gets stripped immediately to some storage ring. Just her small heels remain as I grab her red horns.

"Want my kids?" I taunt.

"Please, fill me," Zarzi begs.

"Good girl. Beg for your little brother to fill up his stupid sister," I say. "Go press your whore tits against the window."

Her damn things are bigger than Elora's, and I didn't get a great look at the Queen's, but they seem closer in size than I would hope. Did this bitch really think I wasn't going to do anything to her? Just a bit of effort from her, and I would be the one naked and under her control.

But she failed, so now she's spreading her legs with her tits pressed against the glass. My cock is so ready to kill another Princess, though I'll pretend to help her as well with my new bullshit skill.

"Shake that stupid ass, bitch," I say, giving it a slap. I lift up my skirt, pull down my stocking, and hilt the dragon. "Who owns your pussy?"

"You do, brother. My pussy is yours. Fill me up, fill me up!" Zarzi moans, her hips doing their best to milk my cock. My heels and natural height already have her on her toes, but my whore makes do. I feel the first wave coming up and let it loose.

I give her the lust infusion again to keep her begging, my mana flooding in with my semen to assault every part of her reproductive organs. I don't care how many eggs get released, fertilized, or implanted. The more, the merrier.

I should heal my newest brood mother. She hasn't done anything wrong, per se, so I can give her a chance to live.

I find all kinds of silly wounds in her body as she works on earning her second serving of cum. I love her moans, begging for even more children. Her tail is wrapped around my waist, so I can't leave her without giving her more of my sweet semen.

Finished with healing her body, I pull her horns and head back, filling her a second time. Loving every second that her pussy is wrapped around my cock, I give her another dose of lust with a kiss.

"Table," I command. The final injection will be with me slamming my hips into that sweet ass. She doesn't really move, but she does loosen her tail so I can direct her over to it. I pull my cock out and slam her back down on the table. "Spread your whore legs. Wider, bitch."

I give the backs of her thighs my palm print and push them up and back, giving a beautiful view of my previous work. My semen and her juices let me slide right back in. My heels and height let me pound her ass. My dragon bitch rolls from one orgasm right into the next. The only thing slipping past her lips beside her moans is her begging for my children.

Soon, I feel my next orgasm coming, and I flood her womb with my mana yet again. The beautiful soup of cum and her eggs gets mixed together just in time for my next load as it pushes into her already-stuffed womb.

I turn off my skills and wait for the dragon to come down, my mana never leaving her womb.

Just how full can I get a woman? Oh, I should use my new protection Skill before she comes to her senses.