I Reincarnated As My Waifu, What Do? 17

Otto's lone hand clenched into a fist, and I could see the veins of his arm popping as his muscles tensed. I wasn't unaware of the amount of power his muscles could exert, I'd been on the receiving end of it quite a few times already. Both in training for battle, and of course, when he was intent on disciplining me for my, as he called them, slutty ways.

His anger was terrifying, of course, but I had nothing to fear from this man, for he was as deep in my pocket as he could go, and he didn't even want to get out.

But the two men who had triggered his wrath definitely did not know that. They didn't know that his anger was directed not at them, but at the traitorous ways of their fathers.

"And thanks to them, we have a lot more evidence and information, and we've accelerated and moved ahead quite a bit!" I said, smiling widely. There was absolutely no vindictive pleasure at all, in setting a man even bigger than them on them. "So would you mind taking them under your wing as you did me?" I asked. "I'm sure you could teach them a trick or two, strong as they are. Right boys? You'd love an opportunity to test your might against a warrior of the One Armed Beast's caliber!"

I smiled. They both had the Brawler skill. Hand to hand, one on one, I could not defeat either of them. Brawler made them stronger, tougher and better at learning, and preserving, skills related to hand to hand combat. They'd demonstrated earlier this week that they were simply put my superiors when it came to fistfights.

Unfortunately for them, that mattered only for boxing, and with swords or spears in hand, neither had been able to lay a finger on me.

The underground training room was a nice place, really. We had dummies, we had racks with equipment, we had stands for people to sit and watch spars, and we even had a cold box ready to see to my people's need for cooling beverages. We still needed to find whoever painted it pink, but that was only a matter of time.

We were cleaning out, tidying up, and rehabilitating many of the underground facilities of the Royal Palace of Trom, long since abandoned, having fallen into disuse simply because Trom had not been besieged in over a century now.

The heirs looked upset for just a moment, but then resigned. They had in a roundabout way asked for this. After all, providing them better avenues for training as well as promises to help keep their status and retain their wealth despite their parents' treachery had been two of the key points we'd negotiated on.

I moved away, and allowed the trio of fighters free rein to begin their spar. I knew Otto would take it easy on them at the start, only just enough not to hurt them, but he would push them to their absolute limit over time. Even if he started low and went slow, he would put them through their paces and do for them much the same as he had done for me.

At the door that led into the training room, Sister Amalia was waiting, a small smile on her face as she gestured for me to go through the door first. There were certain bits of decorum and politesse that were so ingrained in people that even when I insisted in being treated as one more human, not an aristocrat but a fellow, they simply automatically followed certain protocol.

"So what did you want to discuss?" I asked, as we began to move through the dimly lit hallways that would lead us to the meeting room we were going to use. 

Amalia didn't speak, as we passed a guardsman carrying a tray of food. So it was to be a private discussion then? She took a turn into a less used path. Luckily for me, this was my territory, and my Privilege had mapped it out, I knew it like the back of my hand. Even better, maybe, I could navigate it with my eyes closed without a problem at all.

"Are we totally alone, your highness?" Amalia asked, completely serious.

There were only two here whose senses I didn't have access to through my Skills, and they were currently getting their faces rearranged by an one armed man. Everyone else was distant, not even close to hearing distance. 

"You know that you're sounding like you are going to try something silly, like attempting to assassinate me," I said.

"Please, don't even joke about that," Sister Amalia said, sighing. "You've put so much trust in me, even the thought makes me physically ill," she spoke. "You truly have no concept of the weight of your presence, do you? You are the future Empress, one day you will succeed your father..."

"Yes, one day, and that day isn't today," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "Thankfully. Now, what did you wish to discuss, that we're not even using a meeting room for?"

She sighed. "Right... so remember your Deceiver skill? Good news, you don't have it anymore."

"Well, that's... nice? Inconvenient, I admit it was extremely useful," I said. "But you didn't need this much secrecy to-"

"It's been replaced by a skill named Succubus," the Sister said, "and every bit of research I've done on this skill is... not exactly encouraging. Tell me, have you felt a bit... lewder, lately?" she asked.

"Is that a word? It doesn't sound like a word," I said, frowning. "And what do you mean? I've been using my body to retain my people as I did before... I've not really done anything different."

"Are you, do you find yourself... desiring contact more than before?" she asked. "This is important, Princess- please think long and hard on it."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not even rising to that pun," I said, "not really? I guess I've been having a bit more fun over time but I'm just getting used to it," I said with a shrug. "Now that I think about it, I can't remember a time recently that I've had bad sex. Even when dispensing rewards with some of the less... talented men," I said, frowning, stroking my chin. "I'll definitely keep an eye on this. Enjoying sex however it comes is one thing, if it starts affecting my thoughts and starts making me crave sex above other things, it could get really problematic, really fast."

Amalia nodded. "Please do. Other than that, your general checkup shows mostly excellent and prodigious improvement. Your privilege remains baffling, of course, and despite its rank... you've said it's growing stronger?"

I nodded. "Yes, the more I use it, the more people I bring into the fold, the more abilities it seems to unlock... It's a bit scary," I admitted. "At first it was just information, but more and more- no, nevermind, there's no point in discussing it. Forgive the digression," I said, shaking my head.

Amalia looked a bit wary of the topic herself. Neither of us wanted to dwell very much on the topic of my Privilege. 

"Well, we should move on I suppose. If you are willing, I believe I've found a few... suggestible men of the cloth," Amalia said, frowning. "Of course, I've only heard rumors and words from rivals," she explained, "but if you are willing and ready to proceed, we could start seeding your influence among my peers..."

"That would be quite good," I admitted, and once more, we were walking in the proper direction we were originally heading towards. Rewards awaited, both for the men and for Amalia herself, as she was due for all her work.

"That said, quite a few of the more... corruptible men among them would find you quite disagreeable. You see, they are of... a rather disturbing persuasion. Acquiring evidence is difficult, and what exists is jealously guarded," Amalia explained. 

I think I can imagine what she refers to. Somehow, it wasn't surprising. A part of me, an older, far more experienced part of me, made the connection very quickly. That said... I frowned. "I think I might have a solution for that, I'd need to speak with someone but I think I can get him to agree to aid me," I spoke, already feeling a bit dirty for even thinking of it.

But it was for the good of the land, of the empire, and most important of all, for the good of its people. Rooting out the corruption in the government was an extremely dangerous, time consuming and complicated affair, and when the church is as deeply intertwined with the government as it is in Trom, you cannot take care of one without also handling the other.

We rounded a corner. "Please do take care, even all our efforts can't protect us if this blows up in our faces. If people start connecting the dots..."

"Worry not," I said, smiling, "If it comes to pass then I will bear the weight of my sins," I said.

Amalia frowned. "Look- I, I'm in on this too, alright?" she said. "Don't do something silly like pretend this was all you, or, or you intimidated, or blackmailed, or whatever," she said, "we're with you on this. We care about the country too, and we care about you... I know it sounds weird coming from me but-"

I laughed, honestly and openly, I couldn't help it. I placed my hands on her shoulders. "Sister Amalia," I said, "it is the duty of a ruler to shoulder the burden for the people. Every meal I eat at the palace was cultivated, processed, prepared and served by the hands of the common man," I explained. "Every bit of nourishment I get, every tool and form of aid I receive, every lesson and explanation... They are all given to me by my people, by my country, so that I may learn, that I may better myself, that I may become stronger, and lead them to glory and success," I said. "It is the least I can do to bear the brunt of retaliation, should I lead you astray."

"That doesn't-" she huffed in frustration. "Princess Noire..." she averted her face.

We'd arrived. I put my hand on the doorknob and twisted it, opening the door to the room where Amalia's reward awaited, bringing the soldiers within their own reward. Seven men, four of them were guardsmen, three from my shadow corps., but all of them sharing one thing in common.

A burning lust that manifested itself in the stiffness of their loins. I took a moment to stop, to analyze myself. And at that moment, I took a step back. I thought then, of walking away. Fear seized me then; what if I couldn't? What if I really was changing. Succubus, the word meant something to me, meant something to Amalia. She had thought I might be becoming a sex fiend...

Amalia swallowed thickly, as she saw the shafts of the men, and felt their desire for her. She hadn't expected her reward, of course, she had just thought we'd be having tea. She had been an invaluable help, both to keep my skills and their development a secret and, of course, to gather up dirty on the corruption at the church. 

Honestly knowing that we were starting to make headway into the corrupt elements among the gods' own servants was enough to merit a celebration.

Amalia stepped forward, into the group of soldiers. They were quick to pounce upon her, just the way she liked it. Her clothes were torn off of her, not quite ripped, but definitely roughly removed, the first to go being the heavy habit and outer robes. A man grabbed the priestess' head as soon as her habit was removed, and roughly claimed her lips. Another bent over her chest, and pulled the front of her under-robes open, one of the buttons that held it together popping, revealing the fact that Sister Amalia wore no bra underneath.

Immediately, he popped her heavy tit into his mouth, sucking hard, loudly, making slurping noises as he did.

Yet another man raised the back of her underrobes, and got under them. He was loudly and nastily licking her asshole. I knew him, a man from the northern lands... I knew him because he had a quite impressively long tongue, which he loved to use, and one of his favorite things to do was to tongue a woman's ass. I shuddered in envy at the thought of his long, wet appendage ravaging the inner folds of her anus.

Another men went to the front, raising her robes enough that I could see exactly what was happening, sticking two fingers in her cunt, which caused her to moan loudly, and then latching his lips onto her clit, sucking hard causing her to scream, only for another man to claim her lips this time, while the man who first kissed her began to lick her ear, alternating sucking on her earlobe with tonguing the opening.

It was weird, it was strange, it was the desperate worship of men, collapsing like a falling tower on a woman's body. Men, starved of affection, busy with work and with their lives, unable to find a partner, coming together and taking what they needed from a beautiful woman, who wished to take what they gave her, who devoured their affections and their lusts and rewarded them with her moans, her voice coming out sweetly and delicately.

The clothes were not on her for much longer, and soon enough, they were strewn about.

I watched with a smile as Sister Amalia was penetrated, first by being made to sit astride a man and ride him like he was the most well trained of mounts, and second by having a man grab her face, and guiding her to engulf his large, pulsing, veiny cock with her mouth. They had been waiting already, they were hungry, we'd delayed a bit, and they wanted her so bad.

They wanted to enjoy her so bad, and they were showing her no mercy.

A third man approached from behind, and grabbing her asscheeks, made way for his cock to drill her anus, already wet and stimulated from before. They were fucking her on every hole, all at the same time, and soon, they were coordinating their thrusts, so that she was never fully empty, yet not overwhelming her.

I sighed as I watched. My body wanted to join them, but I had to do this. I had to simply hang back. I had to convince myself... for my own sake, I had to prove to myself that I could do this.

Two more men approached her, making for five already, and they helped her get her hands on their cocks, and she only took a few moments to find herself succesfully treating them with the love and affection they deserved, her hands gliding along their cocks. The sound of her gagging, gulping, slurping, sucking and swallowing was only matched by the sound of skin on skin as their bodies came together again and again, and the sound of men groaning, moaning, offering her suggestions, words of encouragement, and dirty, filthy, disgustingly lewd orders.

I could hear their calls, as she pleasured them and was pleasured in turn.

"Harder!"

"More!"

"Stroke me more!"

"Clench your ass cunt!"

"Tighten up your pussy whore!"

"Swallow my cum slut!"

A sixth man approached and joined the man drilling Amalia's ass, and though it took a bit of maneuvering and a display of how comfortable these men were with each other under my command...

"Take it, you slutty nun, take two cocks right up your tight heavenly ass!"

Triple penetration, I let out an involuntary moan, how good was she feeling? Ahn, her screams of pleasure almost vibrated through my chest, and for a moment, as I saw the last lonely man, for a moment, I went weak, I almost broke, I almost took off my clothes and joined in the lustful reverie, surrendering to my body's demand...

But a look at Amalia's face and a reminder of her worries, a reminder that I might be becoming something that could get us all into trouble, was like a spike of ice that cut through my arousal.

The last man finally approached Amalia, and the seventh gathered up the nun's hair and wrapped it around his own throbbing length, stroking himself with the formerly pristine and now increasingly dirtier hair.

The men fucked her hard, fast and powerfully, and one by one, each of them began to release. First was the man she was sucking off, his resistance giving up as he shouted and began spraying his white fluids all over Amalia's face.

He was only the first, of course, as soon, he was replaced by the man using her hair, who shoved his cock in to replace the man who needed a moment to recover, rapidly pounding her throat like it was a vagina.

Little by little, the gangbang was growing in intensity, already having started at a crazy level, it only seemed to be getting crazier by every passing second, as Amalia was devoured by the many men fucking her, more and more of them were reaching their threshold, even as the first man recovered his erection and rejoined, another was ejaculating, pulling out of her ass and spraying her back with thick, slightly yellowish semen, several strands getting on her hair as he stroked himself to completion.

More and more of the men came, and they had to take short, momentary breaks, but as they traded positions, moved about, and chose new ways to fuck her, she'd keep sucking their cocks, kissing their cocks, stroking their cocks, salivating over their balls, even allowing them to mercilessly rape her face...

Again and again and again, more and more, they reveled in their sexual reward...

And when I deemed it satisfactory, I turned and left. Despite the wetness of my crotch, proving to myself that I was still capable of keeping a cool head and saying no to sex, no matter how enticing and amazing it looked, was more important.

Even if I had to apologize to Jeannette and Yvette later when I rejected their, ah, help with my blindingly obvious arousal. 

I proved I could go without, but that didn't mean I liked it!