I Reincarnated as My Waifu, What Do? 6

Sister Amalia was in many ways a predictably normal person. Promised bride to the gods or not, there were simple matters of bodily need that overcame faith. Especially knowing, as I do, that the gods hardly agree with their church's opinion on celibacy.

Considering my entire bloodline exists, celibacy doesn't exactly seem like something they were fond of at all.

The castle had a rather sizable underground complex, fortified, protected and designed to both withstand sieges and more importantly, provide sufficient storage space to store supplies, and even hold our treasures, where people couldn't find them, or even know of them.

Unsurprisingly, as I led Sister Amalia down into the underground complex, our bunker so to speak, she was starting to get nervous. Scared even. Even though she had agreed to follow me, agreed to at least consider for herself whether my offer for her cooperation was worth her silence or not...

Couldn't blame a woman for being scared when her monarch's daughter, who she had only just learned was not the foolish blonde she pretended to be, was leading her underground.

There were, in fact, torture chambers and prisoner quarters down here. She didn't know that, but it was easy to assume.

I didn't particularly care overmuch what she thought of our base, but it was a bit amusing to see her get progressively more scared as I led her to where my... council, so to speak, had gathered on my command. Once again, my Privilege had come in and saved the day, allowing me to get people into position without need of actual physical communication.

"I know it's a bit spooky," I said, smiling as disarmingly as I could, "but when you're running a shadow council to protect Trom, being a little bit spooky is only a benefit right?"

"R-Right, your highness," Amalia replied, nodding a bit faintly.

The torch lit stone passages, labyrinthine by design, had been marked with colored chalk. I spied the mark I had made, weeks ago, and followed it to the meeting room. Even I hadn't been able to navigate this place by sight alone, and as my domain, I was aware of almost all of it permanently.

Finally, we reached the first junction, and I remembered to follow the opposite direction the arrow pointed at. "Remember, this is important if you ever have to come here again," I explained, "and I'm not with you. Always follow the pink chalk the way it's pointing, and the white chalk opposite," I explained.

She nodded uncertainly. "White and pink, got it."

I didn't think she got it, but that was okay. If I convinced her to join my side I'd be able to help her in case she got lost.

I used my hand to feel on the stone wall for the slightly different section of the wall - one that was painted to resembled the stone around it, but was quite decidedly more wooden in nature. 

I found it, and I used my fingernail to pull the panel apart, and exposed the lever underneath. Pulling the lever down, the stone wall just next to the panel shuddered, and then began sinking into the ground, revealing a passageway into a much better lit room.

It was a carpeted room, one of the bedrooms meant for royalty. We hadn't done much to it yet, it was spacious, it had a comfortable bed, and most important of all, it was protected and impossible to spy upon without my knowledge.

Red carpet, red sheets, red curtains on the canopy, I thought it looked nice, with the white walls with gold detailing. The bed was more than King Size, it was to a regular King Size bed what my father was to a regularly sized King, the big muscular man dwarfing the average royal.

The white wood the bed was made of was treated and made to last, it was really some amazing funiture. It dominated most of the room, and there was an attached bathroom with a decently sized, although empty and unused, bathtub and a dresser, large enough to be a walk in.

There wasn't much else in the room, besides  that, and, well...

My men.

Five young lads, and their captain. Five members of Otto's royal guard, and of course, the one armed beast himself. Each of them dressed only in their innermost layer of clothing, the tight underpants meant to keep their manly parts firmly held in place as they moved about and performed their exercises.

Not quite jockstraps, not quite speedos, something somewhere in between.

Each of them showed the results of their training. None were quite as... strikingly manly as Otto was, of course, but each of them sported carefully sculpted, cultivated and developed bodies, born from the combination of their skills and their training. All of them had a blessed body, to some extent - though not quite as powerful as Perfect Body, the Body Tonification skill allowed for faster and more effective development of muscle without overmusculation.

Almost perfect for a highly disciplined soldier.

And even more so for the nun that entered the room behind me, and stood beside me as the men lined up for us.

"Hail, Princess Noire!" the soldiers chorused. 

"We received your call, lass," Otto said. "I brought the men," he said, gesturing toward them. "We have visitors... a new one?"

I nodded with a smile, and gestured to the nun whose wide open mouth was beginning to leak drool. "Boys, Sister Amalia here could be a great ally to us - and I trust you understand, just as you have your rewards... so does she. I want you boys to give her a taste of the sort of rewards she can expect if she joins us in protecting our country from the parasites that wish to bring it down!"

I made a grand, sweeping gesture towards them, as I spoke.

The nun swallowed, as the boys throbbed in their pants.

Naturally - they had come in here expecting that I was calling them to, ah, show them my appreciation for their good work. In a way, I was, I knew for a fact not a one of them would mind performing this service for me. If anything, they might very well consider it a perk of the job.

"W-We- we can-" one of the boys asked, swallowing. Really, no matter the age, despite the fact that each and every one of them is a trained and disciplined soldier... boys will be boys.

I pushed the nun forward. "Here you go!" I said, "show this pure woman the true favor of the gods."

A codeword, of course - to receive 'favor from the gods', among our people... well, so far, it mostly meant that the reward for a certain mission would be of a sexual nature, usually ended up with me on my knees. 

In this case, however, the soldiers were quick on the uptake, and led the nun towards the bed. I observed, standing alongside the powerfully built captain of these brave young soldiers. 

"Ah, makes me feel old, just watching the energy these lads had. Reminds me of when I was a lad of only twenty, like them," Otto said with a chuckle. "'course, back then, I spent much of my time cracking skulls with your father, lass, not so much favor from the maidens, despite our attempts."

I smiled. "Oh, that sounds quite interesting," I admitted. "I can't imagine father chasing women considering his... lack of interest."

"Your mother was a rather different sort," Otto admitted.

Before us, Sister Amalia was quickly being helped out of her robes. Carefully - none of that brute ripping of clothes that would result in her having to walk in ripped robes back out. Her plain underwear wasn't exactly enticing, but the innocence it represented, of a woman who had gone through nearly a fifth of a century without ever receiving sexual satisfaction... that, too, had its appeal.

Five soldiers surrounded her, each of them climbing onto the bed. She was in their midst, the bed more than large enough to support that many people. Honestly, it was a bit shocking just how perverted the nun was.

I could see the price of what it'd take to 'buy' her loyalty, and my men were the asset that I needed. In particular, young, well trained lads - just under her age, she preferred them like that. 

The nun's underpants flew as a soldier threw them away, and I caught them as they sailed past me, giggling as I inspected them. There was a noticeable wet stain near the front. To think - this was something I never ever imagined I'd need to do as a punishment, and now here I am, doing it as a reward.

I passed the panties to Otto. "Give it a sniff, captain," I said, "doesn't she smell like victory?"

"Smells like fish to me," he said, amusedly. My hand began stroking his oversized, gloriously stiff manhood. "Princess..."

"I'm afraid I'm a bit busy, I'll need to conserve energy," I said. "You'll have to content yourself with just my hand."

He shook his head. "Best not provoke me then, you know I cannot resist your body."

I smiled. For all that he thought of himself a brute without charm, he could say some rather sweet things from time to time. Even if they were unintentionally mostly just about how much my body turned him on. 

I turned my  eyes back to the lewd spectacle before me, and saw that one of the soldiers had thrust his crotch forward. I spied the fact that the trunks-like garment had the logo of the Royal Guard stitched onto it, and I had to whistle at the craftsmanship.

My cheeks heated a bit as the nun had her face pressed against the man's crotch, his hand gripping the back of her head. Her loud and deep sniffing was audible even as far as where I stood observing with Otto, and her moans of satisfaction were captivating, sending tingles down my crotch.

The other soldiers began touching her, rubbing their hands all over her body. They only needed relatively minimal direction, but I was up for giving them something of a helping hand. Especially as I realized that my awareness of Sister Amalia was expanding as they touched her.

It seemed it was working, and the more they pleasured her, the more she gave herself to me.

Well then...

"Don't be so timid, boys..." I said, shaking my head. "Give her all your effort!"

The five of them looked towards me, and then nodded. One by one, each of them went about removing their underpants, revealing their throbbing hard cocks.

Amalia moaned, licking her lips as she was approached by the first of the guards. He laid down on the bed, and gestured towards his throbbing erection. 

"Take a seat," he said.

She looked towards me, and I gave her a friendly wave, a nod, and a smile. "This is your signing on bonus," I said, shooting her a thumbs up. "Enjoy yourself to your heart's content!"

She then seemed to finally allow herself to let loose. With my approval, and her belief system informing her that I was someone blessed and chosen by the gods to lead, there was absolutely nothing that she even considered other than this being the right thing to do.

After all... if I am favored by the Gods, and I am telling her to do it, doesn't it stand to reason, this is the right thing to do?

She straddled the first soldier, and with a little bit of his help, managed to impale herself on his cock, her slick, juicy pussy easily devouring the sizable cock like it was nothing. She moaned long and loud, "Yyyeeeees!" she said, eyes almost popping out of her head, wide as saucers, from her shocking first experience. "I can't believe I've never, for so long... I was an idiot!"

I giggled.

Otto winced. "Those boys... they're facing a monster."

"I believe I may have unleashed something beyond control~!" I agreed.

The nun's hands snapped out - each of them grabbing onto the throbbing occks of the boys who approached her on each side. I couldn't help but think of them as boys, despite the fact that they were older than I even, and moments like these were why.

Each of their faces seemed like they were melting, blushing bright red, as three of them were currently being serviced by the awakened nun.

Her hands were stroking inexpertly but enthusiastically, and as she began to bounce her hips, uncoordinated instinct but little technique, the moans began to flow over and spread warmth on me as well.

I sat on the carpet, ignoring the wetness on my crotch, knowing I'd have to change later.

Meanwhile, on the bed, the final two boys approached Amalia from the front, both of them jockeying to be the one who would put it in her mouth.

Without words, she stopped them, first taking one of them into her mouth, then the other, and swapping back and forth. Her tongue flickered out of her mouth sometimes, lapping at their dickheads, suckling and swallowing, as she bobbed her head back and forth on their pricks.

Again, charming in its innocent, simplistic approach. She was more desperate for a taste, for something she'd instantly fallen in love with, than she was skilled at sucking dick.

The boys weren't quite satisfied by  her inexpert blowjob, and it seemed that after sufficient trouble was created by their competition, they came upon an answer.

Both of them held her head in place, and lined themselves up. Without a hint of shame or disgust, they lined themselves up so their dicks mashed together, and invaded her mouth simultaneously.

Naturally, they filled her up completely by doing so, and both of them moaned like filthy little pigs.

I sighed - knowing I wouldn't have time to fully satisfy myself, restraining my hand from traveling to my crotch and getting started on that.

The spectacle before me grew more lewd and debauched, now that she was servicing every cock before her simultaneously. Finally, one of the guards she was stroking pulled away, and then grabbed at her long dark hair, its greenish tint even more obvious in the strangely bright torch light.

He wrapped it around his cock, and with his hand sealing the knot, he began stroking himself with it, moaning wantonly. I... had not thought of this. But it seemed Amalia loved it, the sense of filthy dirty sexy grime, being smeared along her hair. Precum flowed into it, and I licked my lips, my throat dry.

"Ugh, I'm, I'm gonna, burst!" 

The soldiers all moaned, each of them giving affirmations of being in similar positions. Each of them growled, roarred, and then cum, not quite in unison, but in short succession of each other. Cum burst from her mouth, overflowing her cheeks - I could see semen pouring out of where her cunny and the soldier below her were connected. There was semen all over her chest from both what dripped from her mouth and what the soldier she'd been jacked off ejaculated.

And of course, her delightful hair now had a slightly transparent, slightly yellowish, white coating on a large portion of it.

The soldiers were still throbbing hard, of course, and she was helped up onto her knees proper, and then pushed forward. A man grabbed onto her hips, and poised himself to poke the back door, while another began rubbing his gooey, dirty penis covered in fluid. I recognized them as the soldiers who had been in her mouth, using the lubrication of her salivato make matters easier.

A cock was shoved between her breasts, and another plugged her mouth, and she was left unable to do anything other than release a muffled scream of pleasure as she was penetrated from both lower holes simultaneously, even as she was made to suck a cock.

One of her hands held her up, planted on the bed, and the other was playing with the balls of the finaly soldier, by pure instinct, as her reason fled her and she became little more than the center of a gangbang, a woman lost in a sea of pleasure and semen.

I didn't know if what I felt was envy, or disappointment in myself, as I stood up. "Please take care of her - I won't mind if you have your own pleasure, neither will she," I spoke, closing my eyes and ignoring the one armed beasts' yummy looking cock. I had work to do. "If you need me, I'll be in my room."

Working on the next step in my plans to root out corruption in Trom. 

In particular... how to crack the Merchants' guild. Someone was helping supply weapons to the insurrectionists, and I had to find out who.