Past Words
“There, there… You two are always so hungry…”
Fanqia watched with a smile on her face as Bertian and Milda each vigorously sucked on her breasts, draining great quantities of milk like it was nothing. These two were truly voracious. Just like their Valdre.
Eventually, they had their fill, though, and the first thing Bertian wanted to do was get on the ground and start crawling around, looking around curiously without stop. It was always like this with him. Anywhere he was, he would always want to explore, even if he had already looked into every nook and cranny possible.
On the other hand, Milda was far less energetic and typically stuck close to Fanqia all the time. Right now, she just fell asleep, using her Valra’s abundance of soft hills as a pillow. She was peacefully slumbering without a care in the world.
…The Kindred Simis were already moulding up to have quite different personalities. Right now, Milda was obviously the easiest to work with. You could just grab her, and she would quickly fall asleep, rarely ever wanting to be put down. While Bertian was overly energetic. If an eye wasn’t kept on him at all times, he would definitely find a way to get himself into a sticky situation.
Thankfully, Fanqia could get assistance from the maids. When inside the residence, letting Bertian wander a bit was fine, but the matriarch had taken her offspring outside for some fresh air, and letting him crawl around was a no-go. Hence, a Nursery Maid was following the little scion around and bringing him back whenever he got too far. This seemed to annoy him a fair bit as he very obviously tried crawling faster whenever the maid approached.
It seemed like he didn’t realise just yet that a grown-up's walking speed was far superior to his faster crawl... He thus ended up pouting and going back to Fanqia, disappointed that his adventure was being compromised by a maid.
The young ones were nonetheless eventually captivated by the gorgeous landscape as the sun began to set in the distance, appearing orange, casting a soft glow upon the sprawling nature all around the residence. Those two did not yet realise it, but they were incredibly fortunate to be born from the union of Edrick and Fanqia. They were guaranteed a life of privilege, not just because of their status, but also their bloodline.
They would simply be inherently better than those below them by default... Not to mention that, as Simis and the first legitimate offspring of Anoteros, they would probably be quite pampered by the Elt clan. It was a benefit that simply wouldn’t be the same for future spawnlings... Especially once the Nursery Wing was working at maximum efficiency, and Edrick would be pumping out his seed without rest.
The position of these two–As the pioneers–Would only become more and more special as time went on.
Those who would come after them would have to rise above the lot with their innate talent or hard work… It wouldn’t be easy for the wives when some of the youths they would bear and give birth to would turn out to be ‘weak’ compared to the norm, and thus end up at the bottom of the barrel.
Naturally, things wouldn’t be so black and white. Residence rules weren’t the same as clan rules… But regardless, some would definitely end up falling behind, and would have no other choice but to let their Valdre take charge of their lives for them.
Looking at the two slumbering Simis, Fanqia couldn’t help but feel a warmth within her stomach region. She already yearned for another pregnancy. She already wanted to fulfil her duty once again and deliver more noble-blooded offspring for her husband.
…Alas, it would have to wait. She would still be able to play with cute babies when the other wives would give birth anyway, and although she wouldn’t be their Valra, it was safe to say that all of Edrick’s offspring–At least those carried by his wives–Were her own children, too, in a sense.
This was an advantage they enjoyed since the whole residence was firmly submissive to its patriarch. No discord or rivalry was allowed for those who belonged to Edrick Lucien Anoteros. Hence, cooperation and friendship were the natural outcome.
‘Mmh… I wonder who will be next to carry Lord Anoteros’s seed?’
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Luxuli sneezed, sending soft white feathers flying inside the room.
The demon’s private quarters were rather peculiar. Erotic instruments were proudly exposed like expensive weapons, and the place was decorated by crates filled with either dull or bright pink crystals.
The fourth wife had gone ahead and decided to put great focus on learning mana manipulation–To leverage her naturally lustful inner energies and be of good use to her beloved husband... Her progress wasn’t bad by any means. In fact, it was even very good considering that she didn’t have access to very good information on this way of power due to the country she was in.
Right now, she was practising infusing her raw energy into fragile feathers. The goal was to imbue them with mana without damaging them, which was much harder than it might seem.
At the moment, per ten feathers, she succeeded with four on average–With her personal best being six overall, and three in a row.
The demoness had naturally looked into cultivation techniques as well, to see if something could complement what she was going for–But perhaps because of her being a Docilis Succubus, no techniques that seemed like a good fit had been compatible with her.
Theoretically, she should have a natural talent for dual cultivation, but perhaps suffering from over-specialisation, what was used by the majority human population of Leynlornd simply didn’t work for her.
So instead, when she wasn’t practising magic, she fully focused on her unique appraisal ability. It had made great progress thanks to the Nonsensical Nothing.
Every time she would use this ability, she would see words appear in her vision, stringing themselves into cohesive sentences describing whatever she was analysing and disclosing information about them that she should have no way of knowing.
She knew that this ability of hers could be very useful to her husband, so Luxuli did her best to push it to higher levels… Nonetheless, if she could get a technique to complement this innate ability, it would be even better... But the same problem applied here as it did with the rest.
‘Mmh… Think, think… Did my Valra ever tell me anything about our special inner energies?’
It had been a fair while since Luxuli had last seen her Valra... And most of the advice she would give was about draining balls. Luxuli had turned out to be the sort to bind herself to a single, specific man. That was unlike her Valra, who slept with just about any man that passed by.
A few things did come to mind, including a small story that Luxuli felt like Anoteros would like to hear. However, concerning the topic of energy, only one thing resurfaced.
“To be a better mage, a Docilis Succubus needs to use her magic on other people, and absorb the resulting lust and debauchery they cause”
It sounded more like a legend than anything else, but it was worth trying… Edrick might find it interesting as well, so perhaps it was an opportunity for Luxuli to spend more time with her husband.
‘Yep, sounds good’