37. Kiara’s Departure

Kiara woke up feeling drained the next day, she had spent the whole night engaged in self-pleasuring that she didn't feel so well. She was so exhausted she didn't even realise she slept naked. Her mother, came in and sat next to her. "You look exhausted, anything happen last night?"

The knight got up, and looked at her mother, who looked perfectly brimming with energy. Edmund's lust energy swirled within Erenia, and she was very close to totally brainwashed by the Count. It was only the thought of keeping her daughter safe that's holding her together.

Kiara's mind immediately returned to what she saw last night, and she stared. "I... I'm fine. I just... uh..."

Her mother lifted the blanket and saw her daughter absolutely naked. She frowned, then checked around the bed, and sniffed. Erenia, naturally, noticed the certain wet patches on the bed. Kiara blushed as she realised her mother was checking on her. Yet, after a while, her mother smiled. "It's okay. I understand what you are going through. Girls like us have needs, and sometimes, it just overwhelms us."

Kiara juxtaposed the mental image of her naked mother riding the Count's cock, to the calm, serene woman in front of her, saying those words as if it was the most normal thing in the world, and felt unsure how to respond. "uh... I..."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's my bad, I didn't properly educate you what you should've done if you feel a little... horny. Come with me, I've got something that could help with it."

Kiara, immediately got up and got dressed in something simple, and followed her mother to her room. Her mother checked around her room, and then, from within one of her cabinets, she took out a phallus. The same one that the Count purchased.

"You're an adult now. I often forget that, and I as your mother, that I didn't teach you how to relieve you of your sexual needs for all these years. I hope to be of some help here, with this." Erenia's mind had been warped so slightly, and the Count was able to give her suggestions that she would obey. "On the road, you'll find it hard to relieve your sexual need, and sometimes, all you need is to have something fill up this space, here." Erenia placed her hand right above Kiara's crotch.

"Mom! That's..." Kiara blushed as she held the strangely warm phallus in her hand.

"Take this with you. You'll never know when you will need it. You don't have to use it if you don't want to."

"I..."

"Look. Men and women have needs. I'd rather you pleasure yourself and relieve those needs quickly, than engage in troublesome... uh... activities. You want to keep yourself for the hero, right?" At that moment, Kiara wasn't even sure anymore. "Keep it somewhere safe and private, okay?"

Kiara looked at the stone phallus, and observed how large it was. She blushed. "This thing..."

"Trust me. It'll fit, and it'll help."

"Okay." The knight held the phallus awkwardly in her hand, and then her mother smiled.

"Use this box. Oh yes, the Count wanted to give you a gift before you leave."

"But I'm not even sure I'm leaving?"

"You will. I want you to go with the hero. I know you're worried about me, and so, do your mother a favor, and go to the hero." Her mother insisted, and Kiara relented.

***

"Ah, you're here." Count Edmund was in his study, and seemed to expect her as she stepped in. "I wanted to hear from you on our revised deal."

She looked at the Count, and sighed. "My mom..." Her mind immediately remembered the look of bliss in her mother, and wasn't sure how to feel. Mother, was her mother, and in her mind. Ugh. She couldn't think.

"Don't worry about her. I'll treat her well." He smiled, and Kiara felt her skin tingle.

Edmund had swapped the tentacles for the new set of armor in the study.

"I wanted to give this set of combat armor to you, it'll help protect you during your journey with the hero. I bought it Sodenterlend, it's not the most expensive one, but it is free for you. If you accept the deal."

Kiara looked at the Count, and sighed. "Let's not talk about that. First, what did you tell my mother? Why is she so eager to kick me out?"

"Well, your mother is a woman, with needs just like you." Kiara blushed.

"What are you talking about?!"

"You know what I mean. With you around, it's not so easy for her to give in to her own needs. She wants to be a good mother to you, after all. It's tiring to put up masks, to be what she is not."

The knight walked closer to the Count, and imagined the dick in his pants. She remembered that monstrous creature ravaging her mother, and remembering it made her feel... horny. She shook her head, she's been masturbating a little too much.  She looked at the 40-year old Count. He looked healthy, with large fingers, muscled, large arms, and a slightly flabby belly. But the Count was big where it counted.

"...If I say yes, will you..." Kiara found it hard to find the words, but eventually said what had on her mind. "Will you be gentle with my mother? I would still like to have a mother, the way she is at the end of it."

Edmund thought about it. "I can't guarantee that she will be the same as how she is now. No one can. Everyone changes."

Kiara sighed, worried that her mother would be transformed into something else. "At least... will she still be my mother?"

"Of course she will. She'll be fine, mostly." Edmund smiled, this lady was silly in her own way. "It's just a contract, commonly found in noble politics. You get what you want, I get what I want, and when it's over, we all walk away. She'll have my babies, and I'll settle the debt."

"If I send money back, can you... leave her alone?" Edmund shook his head.  "For that month?" The count continued to shake his head.

"Don't push your luck, young lady. I've been extremely generous with my offer." Edmund briefly flashed in anger. "I could have you bundled up and sold to the slaves tomorrow."

Kiara froze, stunned at the sudden anger. "I... I don't know." Her eyes turned watery. "I... I... I want to help her. But she keeps trying to send me away, and you too. I feel like I'm forced to leave, even when I don't want to."

"Oh, you don't want to return to the hero now?"

"I do. but... but... my mother... you're turning her into a baby-making woman, and I'm just leaving her like that! I can't help but feel like I got her into this!"

Edmund laughed. "Imagine a world where your mother is the only one left. No you. Do you think she has a choice?"

Kiara stared. "No."

"She'll be someone's slave, one way or another. Because her husband, your father, wasted and borrowed away. She accepted that life. You didn't get her into this, so don't feel that way. The fact that you want to help is admirable, but the debt is too large."

Kiara nodded, reluctantly.

"So go, your mother wants to see you happy, and she thinks you'll be happy with the hero." Edmund said. "Are you that arrogant to deny your mother that bit of happiness?"

"But-"

"Suffering is worth it, if it leads to the result she desires. If you stay, do you think she'll be happy watching you mope about?"

"I..."

"If you really want to help her, go out there, try and live your dream. Give yourself a shot and try to make it work with the hero. At least you can tell your mother, you've tried it, and found out that reality's not what you imagined it to be. She'll be more than happy to take you back, and then you can come back, serve me, and earn your freedom."

Kiara stared, frustrated at how reasonable it all sounded. She walked up to the Count, and grabbed his shirt. "Argh! If you want me so bad, take me now."

Edmund laughed at the provocation. It was the outburst of a woman that still not yet broken. He looked into her eyes, and said it sternly. "No."

Her watery eyes turned into actual crying, and after a bit of crying she looked back at the Count. "Damn you. I'll do it, you freaking demon. I'll take your deal."

"Good. As a gift for accepting this contract, and a token of my sincerity, this armor is yours. You'll need it to face the demons."

Kiara stared at the Count. "I can't help but think that the demon I should be killing is you. You're a demon in human skin."

The Count laughed, amused at how incredibly accurate that was. "You know the consequences of that. I'll get the aides to move it to your room."