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"Ferdinand?! You are not seriously telling me that you are the High Priest and have not enjoyed a single gray shrine maiden? Winter is one of the most enjoyable things in life. Let me tell you about how much fun Florencia and I-"

Such were the words Ferdinand had to hear pretty much every time he saw his brother. And Sylvester wasn't the only one annoying him about taking a shrine maiden - the High Bishop and his minions were too.

Finally, Ferdinand had enough of these foolish complaints and decided to just take a gray shrine maiden into his service and pretend more than nothing had happened with her. 

And so Ferdinand had one of the High Bishop's retainers bring all of the shrine maidens out for him to select. He knew the High Bishop would try and send one of his spies but Ferdinand wasn't a fool, he could tell that the ones too eager to serve him and the ones known to have ties to the High Bishop's retainers weren't to be trusted.

Ferdinand's eyes wandered around the room, carefully examining each and every one of the girls and women. One girl in particular stood out to him, she looked absolutely annoyed, like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

That one should do. She should leave me alone.

"I will take that one," Ferdinand said, pointing towards the odd blue haired girl.

"Are you sure, High Priest? She is inexperienced and lacking in manners," the gray shrine maiden who had brought forth the selection of members of the opposite sex, asked.

"Yes, I am," Ferdinand firmly responded, not about to argue with a servant.

Once everyone had left, Ferdinand turned to the girl who had golden eyes similar to his.

Despite not being fond of having to take a girl into his retinue, Ferdinand intended to treat the girl with basic respect like he did with his other retainers. 

"What is your name?"

"Myne," the girl responded, avoiding looking into Ferdinand's menacing eyes.

"I see. Then Myne, talk with Fran later and he will assign you your work that you will have to do around my chambers."

Ferdinand would have thought the girl would just take the orders and do her work but instead she just stared at him dumb-struck.

"Um, I thought I was summoned here for you to relieve your urges-"

Now Ferdinand understood why he was warned that the girl lacked manners. At once he got an immense headache, already regretting his decision of taking her in as a retainer.

"To tell the truth I am very sickly so I can not do much physical work, so I doubt I will be able to help much. I just thought to tell you now before you get all disappointed later."

Did nobody in the orphanage teach her manners? At least I made the right decision 

"Your immense rudeness aside, what sickness do you have? Malnourishment? That should be curable."

"Well that too but I have a condition called the 'devouring'-" 

Ferdinand didn't even let Myne finish before he already let Fran grab a divine instrument for Myne to release her mana.

"Phew I have never felt this good, thank you, High Priest. As a reward you can do whatever you want with me. Since I am a virgin, you will have to take the lead though," Myne casually said, batting her eyelashes as if it would make her cute or sexy.

That fool.

Ferdinand needed to teach that girl a lot before she could embarrass him in front of guests.

"No. Fran, teach her some manners and common sense, if you could," ordered Ferdinand.

"As you wish, High Priest."

With Ferdinand making Myne dedicate her mana to the divine instruments once a week, her constitution soon improved. However what did not improve, were her manners.

One day when Ferdinand went into his hidden room, Myne caught a glimpse of the inside through the door as he entered. Of course, she immediately started to scream.

"High Priest! You have books!! Please let me read them! Please! Please!" Myne begged, clasping her hand together.

"No. These are precious and valuable things, not meant to be handled by gray priests or shrine maidens," retorted Ferdinand.

Yet, instead of looking dejected, Myne began nodding in agreement.

"I agree that they are valuable so please let me take a look at them. I will be as gentle as possible." And just like that, Ferdinand understood why Myne still looked so hopeful. But Ferdinand wasn't stupid.

"My answer remains a no."

"Can I at least sniff them?" Myne yelped, finally understanding that she really was getting rejected.

"No!"

Myne did not care about Ferdinand's rejection so she kept on persistently trying, all in hopes of obtaining access to his books.

One day Ferdinand returned to his chambers only to find his favorite trouble maker nowhere to be seen - or so he thought until he suddenly saw that she was laying on his bed, wrapped in only a towel.

"Myne? What are you doing you shameless fool?!" Ferdinand shouted, feeling a class A headache forming.

"I am seducing you, my sisters in the orphanage told me that this is the one way to a man's heart," Myne explained.

"Why would you want to seduce me?" Ferdinand asked, but deep down he knew the answer already. And indeed, his hunch turned out to be correct.

"Obviously to gain access to your books."

Letting out a long sigh, Ferdinand muttered to himself, "that girl…"

As if Myne's begging wasn't bad enough, having her try to seduce him was even worse. He could not let his guard down anywhere. Not when doing paperwork as Myne would wait under his desk, not when trying to sleep as Myne would hide under the blanket, not when trying to research as Myne would glue herself to the door and certainly not when receiving guests.

At this point he should have just given her a book to shut her up but Ferdinand had his own stubborn pride on the line here.

One morning things reached a breaking point when Myne was on wake up duty and discovered that Ferdinand had morning wood. Since Myne was still on her 'seducing Ferdinand for books' mission she did not hesitate to lick it through Ferdinand's robes, which caused the latter to jolt awake in surprise.

"Fool?! What are you doing now?" Ferdinand shouted, clearly not pleased with how he was woken up.

"Good Morning, High Priest. I was simply providing some morning service - for the price of letting me read a book of course."

Myne should be glad that Ferdinand was a pacifist, or else he would have smacked Myne's head good - maybe that would finally knock some sense into her. 

"Do not do that again," Ferdinand stated in response, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible.

"But it looks painful. How else will you take care of it?" Myne looked so innocent when she asked that, as if she was actually not doing all of this in order to obtain some books.

"It goes away after time. However, with your interference you only made it worse," explained Ferdinand, making it clear that he was very annoyed with Myne and her behavior.

"See! You need my help after all. Come here, High Priest and let me give you a [blow job]."

Ferdinand wanted to tell Myne to knock it off but at that moment he was too tired. They have been playing this game for over a year now and maybe he should just give in.

And so Ferdinand remained silent, giving Myne confirmation to go ahead by not disagreeing with her for once.

Myne took off Ferdinand's robes and underwear, causing the man's erection to spring free. Clumsily, Myne lowered her mouth on Ferdinand's erection, tucking her loose hair behind her ear.

Myne's mouth was so warm, it felt like Ferdinand was taking a warm bath - somehow this felt right. While her movements felt stiff and questionable, Ferdinand was a virgin that never masturbated so he quickly came anyway.

Surprised by the load of sperm that had shot into her mouth, Myne coughed, spilling half of it on Ferdinand's bed.

"Ahh sorry, High Priest. I will clean it right away," Myne shouted, actually sounding apologetic for once.

"There is no need," Ferdinand replied with a raspy voice, "waschen."

"Woah!!! What is that?! Was it magic?! Please teach me how to do this!"

Somehow Ferdinand had made the situation worse.

"No!"

"Aww," Myne pouted in return, not missing the opportunity to make another demand of Ferdinand. "So anyways, now that I helped you with your poor dick, let me read one of your books!!"

Oh, how Ferdinand had already started to regret making Myne service him. But he wasn't about to lose this argument - he wasn't called the Lord of Evil in his student days for nothing.

"No, you did that on your own. I never asked for your special service."

"But-" Myne opened her mouth to protest, only to stop, most likely realising Ferdinand was right.

"Now drop the topic and dress me instead. We already lost too much time."

"Yeah yeah, you go back to your true love, that is paperwork," Myne mumbled, still loud enough for Ferdinand to hear.

She truly wasn't aware how gracious Ferdinand was for letting her get away with such rude behaviour.

Ferdinand had thought that things would be awkward between them after the little morning service encounter, yet Myne acted the same as always. If anything, she had grown more obnoxious, constantly asking if Ferdinand had a boner that he wanted her to take care of.

By this point, all of Ferdinand's other gray priests probably thought Ferdinand was regularly sleeping with Myne. And what was worse: they weren't even disgusted. They all got along great with Myne and were happy how much more fulfilled their master has been seeming the past year.

What a lie.

Myne was nothing but trouble for Ferdinand.

She was a constant headache and nothing else.

Speaking of headaches, there was another person that was annoying Ferdinand non-stop. It was none other than Sylvester, the person who had caused this mess in the first place by demanding Ferdinand take a shrine maiden to make his life more fun.

And even now that Ferdinand had actually taken Myne into his service, Sylvester was still constantly bugging him.

One day, Ferdinand finally had enough.

Ferdinand was going to make sure that Sylvester would never bother him about the shrine maiden topic ever again. Since he was sure that Myne would agree to his plan, Ferdinand sent a letter of invitation for Sylvester to come to the temple in a week.

Barely after Ferdinand had given the letter to Justus, did an ordonnanz from Sylvester already arrive.

"I will come!!" Sylvester's loud voice rang out three times from the ordonnanz.

With the target confirming his attendance, Ferdinand got to work on moving the other piece.

"Myne, there is a favor I need to ask of you. If you agree, I will give you one of my books to read-" Before Ferdinand could even finish explaining, Myne already started to shout.

"Yes, I will suck your cock!"

Ferdinand had to take a deep breath to not just fire Myne right here and there. While the other gray priests weren't looking, they surely had heard Myne yell and came to their own conclusion as to what was going on.

"You fool!" shouted Ferdinand after he had calmed down enough not to become violent with more than words. "No, there is a visitor coming next week and I need you to pretend that you are calling winter with me."

"Winter?" Myne asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Ferdinand coughed awkwardly before he began to explain, "Winter means to have intercourse."

"Oh, that's easy then! I mean we don't have to pretend anyways. You are kind and handsome so I wouldn't mind being fucked by you for real."

Never had Ferdinand needed to remain so strong in his life not to turn everything around him to white sand. While he did manage to control himself and his mana, his body had other plans.

"See, even little Ferdinand agrees to the suggestion," Myne pointed out, staring at the obvious boner in Ferdinand's robes.

"Don't ever call it that again," roared Ferdinand.

"Okay, Mr. Uptight. Anyways, should I help you take care of that? If we are going to pretend to have winter, we might as well get a bit more acquainted with each other," Myne suggested with her foolish logic.

Every fiber of Ferdinand's body was screaming at him to disagree but of course, that's not what happened. Quickly, Ferdinand dismissed his retainers, before letting Myne give him a blowjob.

The blowjob was a lot better than the first time.

Once Ferdinand had climaxed, Myne looked at him, seeming weirdly proud.

"Could you tell that I have improved?" Myne asked, batting her eyelashes.

"I have, but how is that possible? Don't tell me you-"

"No, of course not. I practiced with some vegetables!" Myne proudly declared.

And just like that, Ferdinand regretted ever asking.

Sooner than Ferdinand would have liked, it came time for Sylvester's visit. While Ferdinand was fully dressed in his high priest robes to receive Sylvester, Myne was waiting on Ferdinand's bed, merely covered by a light piece of robes.

Ferdinand couldn't believe what kind of debaucherous act he was about to put on, and in front of his brother of all people. But really, it was Sylvester's fault for constantly talking about winter and bothering Ferdinand about it.

"Ferdinand, I am so happy you invited me. What is today's joyous occasion? Did you finally find someone-"

Ferdinand could only smirk. "Something like that. I wish to show you my new favorite shrine maiden."

Ferdinand stepped away from Sylvester and walked over to his bed. Slowly he pulled away the curtain from the canopy of the bed, revealing the skimpy Myne on it.

For some reason Ferdinand did not like that Sylvester could see Myne half-naked, but it couldn't be helped right now.

"High Priest~ Are you finally coming? I miss your sword~" Myne purred, doing exactly as practiced.

"Wha!" Sylvester exclaimed, it seemed he had not expected that. 

"Of course my dear. I am sure your chalice must have been lonely," Ferdinand returned, fighting back against the secondhand-embarassment brewing up in him.

"Yess, so much~"

Without looking back at Sylvester, Ferdinand joined Myne on the bed. He made sure to turn his back to Sylvester, so that the latter was not able to see Myne's chalice and the fact that Ferdinand wasn't actually penetrating her.

What was not part of the plan was the fact that Ferdinand got hard from seeing Myne like this. 

"And look at you getting hard already, you must be really excited," Myne improvised.

"I know what kind of things your mouth can do, so my body remembered on its own," Ferdinand returned, not even acting.

"But I thought you didn't want a blowjob today, rather, you wanted to penetrate me to show your brother that you have become a man?"

Ferdinand felt his ears turn red - just what was he doing with his life?

As for Sylvester, he sounded to be on the move. To Ferdinand's surprise, he was suddenly standing to the side, eyeing Ferdinand's still clothed erection.

"It seemed I doubted you, Ferdinand. Have fun and I will be on my way."

Hearing Sylvester say that, Ferdinand was surprised. This did not go as he had expected. And why had Sylvester come over to the bedside in the first place? Had he seen through Ferdinand and thought that this was all an act.

Sensing Ferdinand's confusion, Sylvester added, "Or what? Did you really want me to watch?"

"No you can leave," Ferdinand mumbled. He was happy that Sylvester was leaving yet there was a weird feeling in his chest.

Moments later, Sylvester was gone and the tension visibly drained from Ferdinand's body.

"Was that good?" Myne asked, staring deep into Ferdinand's golden eyes.

"Yes."

"Since you are already hard, wanna do it for real?"

"NO!" Ferdinand loudly protested. "Although you could service me with your mouth," Ferdinand quietly added.

"Never honest are we? But very well, your wish is my command, High Priest," Myne grinned before getting to work on undressing him.

This was only their third sexual encounter, and Ferdinand was so incredibly turned on as if he hadn't had recently received a blow job from Myne. Was his body already looking forward to it?

Was Ferdinand turning into a pervert?

There was no way, right?

Those thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Myne had shifted onto her knees and licked the head of Ferdinand's penis. Ferdinand already had to bite his lips just to prevent a moan from escaping. Sure, they were alone right now but his attendants were waiting behind closed doors, definitely hearing what was going on.

The last thing Ferdinand wanted, was to add to the rumors that he was sleeping with Myne. 

Myne briskly lifted her head, to see that Ferdinand's ears were red and that he was clearly fighting against something, before taking the head of his sword into her mouth.

She was mumbling something as she licked around the tip, savoring it like a rare piece of sweet. Ferdinand was far too lost in pleasure to tell her that he could not hear her - he didn't need to pick every fight after all.

Just from the head, Ferdinand was already feeling a lot, but when Myne used her free right hand to fondle his balls, he felt his body go numb in pleasure. He didn't even know that these useless pouches could feel so good when touched. In fact, anything Myne touched made him feel on fire and frozen at the same time.

Just what was it about her?

Ferdinand would have definitely climaxed if Myne continued this dual assault, but of course she was not done yet. Instead, she now took Ferdinand's sizable length as far into her mouth as it allowed; and started moving.

"Ngh!" Even when biting his lips, Ferdinand could not hold a sound back anymore. It simply felt too good.

After a few more way too skilled movements for someone that was usually such a fool, Ferdinand felt himself coming. He tried warning Myne but by the time the words left his throat, it was already too late. His salty, thick fluid spilled right down Myne's throat, causing the girl in question to cough violently.

Catching his breath, Ferdinand quickly apologized. "Myne, my apologies. I tried to warn you. I-" Before he could finish, Ferdinand was interrupted by Myne.

"No, it is fine. I mean it still doesn't taste good but there is just something about it that makes me want to try it again and again."

Just what kind of pervert was this girl?

At the same time, Ferdinand noticed something else. Myne had shifted positions again and sat up, but where she was kneeling earlier, a slimy substance stained the mattress.

What was this? A woman's sperm?

Could Myne have felt good from servicing Ferdinand?

Or was she just this excited to finally get a book to read?

Ferdinand could have asked, but somehow he felt like knowing would only ruin his image of her even more. Especially, because right afterwards, Myne immediately asked for her book.

Could she not be quiet for a single moment?

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Ferdinand loved Rozemyne more than he loved anything in the world. 

Whenever she made a mistake, Ferdinand lovingly scolded her and then helped her out of the mess she had gotten in.

Whatever mistake Rozemyne made, Ferdinand always corrected.

Of course, Ferdinand complained about every mistake Rozemyne made, but deep down it made him happy as it meant she needed him to help.

Ferdinand liked their dynamic of inexperienced Aub and the husband who was there to fix everything.

Yet one day, Rozemyne made a mistake so severe that not even Ferdinand could fix it. Instead, he genuinely felt angry and disappointed at her for the first time since falling in love with her.

Ferdinand didn't know how many times he had fought about this mistake with Rozemyne. Today, as they were sitting in their shared bedroom after dinner, was no exception.

"Rozemyne, didn't you promise that I would be the only man you add to your family? That we would be a true family and nobody would take my place? So why, why did you welcome another man into your family?!" Ferdinand accused Rozemyne, genuine despair in his voice. Just why, why did Rozemyne have to do something like this?

"Ferdinand, it's not like that! He isn't my true family, he is simply a second husband that I took because we can't handle this workload by ourselves in the long run. I want you to be able to have some free time and not end up like you were in Ehrenfest. Don't you love to research and lock yourself away in your pursuit of passion for many bells at a time?"

Of course, Rozemyne argued back like she always did. But Ferdinand could not believe her words without any hard proof. What if she changed her mind?

Ferdinand could not have that happen.

"Nonsense, Rozemyne, I can sacrifice all my sleep to help you run Alexandria. I will do all of it, so don't abandon me. Don't toss me aside like everyone else has." Ferdinand was laying his heart bare, yet Rozemyne was still not understanding him.

"Ferdinand, I am not discarding you. You still mean more to me than anyone else does. But we can't keep going on like this. I don't want to see you die of overwork," Rozemyne shot back with a clear distraught look.

"I won't, so please undo your decision. I beg you! Don't welcome him into Alexandria," Ferdinand genuinely pleaded, if dying of overwork was what it took to prevent Rozemyne from taking another husband, then Ferdinand was more than ready to do so.

"You don't understand, Ferdinand. I am doing this for our sake and no matter what you say will convince me. Please just trust me." Rozemyne sounded convinced of her decision. When Rozemyne became stubborn like this, even Ferdinand found it close to impossible to convince her otherwise.

"Rozemyne…" Ferdinand muttered, truly hurt.

No matter how many times they argued about this mistake, Ferdinand was not able to convince Rozemyne to fix it. And so, feeling overcome with anxiety and helplessness, Ferdinand had to watch as Rozemyne welcomed another man into her family as her second husband.

One day, Ferdinand headed to Rozemyne's office only to not find her there. And so he started wandering through the halls of Alexandria's castle until he ran into her.

"Rozemyne, where are you going?" Ferdinand asked, surprised that Rozemyne was walking through a hallway she normally never used.

"Oh, I am going to socialize with blank in the side building," responded Rozemyne, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"But why? Isn't he just a tool for political marriage to decrease your workload and help out in Alexandria?" Ferdinand just did not understand Rozemyne. If she was acting like this, clearly there was more to the marriage than just being for political sake.

"Ferdinand, it is wrong to talk about him like this. He is still another human being that deserves to be treated well. I don't want to isolate him. I want him to get along with us!"

Once again, Ferdinand's pleas were met on deaf ears and he had to watch as Rozemyne and that vermin built a friendly relationship.

Eventually, things got to the point where he started joining for dinner on occasion, each time being way too close to Rozemyne. 

Only Ferdinand should be allowed to get so close to her. 

Only Ferdinand should be allowed to be in her proximity. 

Only Ferdinand should be allowed to hear her breathe.

Ferdinand reached his snapping point when he was made aware of a certain rumor floating around the archducal castle.

"Will Lord blank finally bless Aub Alexandria with an heir before Lord Ferdinand ever does? They have had their Starbind Ceremony half a decade ago, yet no suitable heir was produced. He must have far too few mana - what else could you expect from a former blue priest? Aub Alexandria should have replaced him ages ago with a better husband."

Ferdinand didn't call winter with Rozemyne because she did not want to. He respected her wishes, yet that vermin was about to go against them. The thought of Rozemyne being pregnant by another man drove Ferdinand to the point of madness. 

He would not allow this imbecile to stain his Rozemyne. Rozemyne was way too good for him. He wouldn't allow it.

And so in his desperation, Ferdinand only was able to think of one way to save his Rozemyne from that creature.

"Rozemyne, I have a surprise for you. Please go to Alexandria's flower garden tonight without any of your retainers," Ferdinand whispered into the ears of the unsuspecting Rozemyne.

Naive like Rozemyne was, she used Verbergen's amulet to secretly meet up with Ferdinand. She trusted Ferdinand, so of course she blindly followed whatever he said. 

Yet Ferdinand was about to break this very trust that was part of the foundation of their relationship. From this day on, their relationship would never be the same again. But really, it was Rozemyne's fault for breaking his trust first.

Rozemyne had more mana, she could have easily resisted against Ferdinand as he suddenly tied her up with the bands of light, yet she did nothing as she let herself be taken by him. Using Verbergen's amulet once again, Ferdinand quickly brought Rozemyne into his hidden room.

Rozemyne seemed to have thought that this was all a game up until Ferdinand put Schtappe sealing bracelets onto her wrists. "Ferdinand? What are you doing?" she asked, sounding genuinely confused.

"..." Ferdinand did not reply, instead being overcome by immense guilt - but still, this was the only possible way to save Rozemyne. He needed to do this.

"Ferdinand?! Answer me. You are scaring me!" Rozemyne was slowly realizing the severity of her situation.

"I am sorry, Rozemyne." Was all Ferdinand answered.

"Ferdinand, please tell me what's going on!" shouted Rozemyne.

"You can despise me all you want but this is why I told you not to return my name-swearing stone. I simply can't stand back as another man claims you, in a way that makes him more true family than I am."

"Ferdinand, what are you talking about? Blank and I aren't planning on doing any of these kinds of things. He's my friend and nothing more," Rozemyne argued back, but Ferdinand could tell that she was lying.

"Oh really? Because I heard someone say the opposite." Ferdinand's voice was tinged with irony.

"Don't you trust me Ferdinand?" Rozemyne shouted back, more hurt than Ferdinand had ever seen her. He had done this.

"I do but what if he goes against your wishes? Men are scary creatures." Scary creatures that were capable of doing what Ferdinand was about to do to Rozemyne.

"Blank would never do that!" So Rozemyne already trusted him more than Ferdinand? This was not good at all, she was being brainwashed!

"But what if he does? And I won't be here to protect you?! That's why I will protect you in here, where nobody can harm you - not even that insect."

"Please don't Ferdinand." Ferdinand was busy with his own twisted logic to hear Rozemyne's pleading.

"Don't worry, Rozemyne, I will give you plenty of books to read. That's all you need right? A hug from me and a book? You won't even notice a thing." Ferdinand's voice had taken that of a mad man, far too gone from forming any logical thought.

The castle was soon in an uproar over Rozemyne's disappearance and Ferdinand acted terribly concerned as well. 

Thanks to Verbergen's amulet it was easy to secretly supply Rozemyne with food and new books in his hidden room, so that nobody would grow suspicious of Ferdinand.

Every time Ferdinand went into his hidden room, Rozemyne was less and less pleased with him.

"Ferdinand, please let me go! What do I need to do to convince you to let me go?!" Rozemyne desperately pleaded.

"Divorce that venom," Ferdinand would calmly return every single time, Rozemyne made demands like that.

"No! Ferdinand-"

Ferdinand didn't want to hear it so he simply left the hidden room, leaving Rozemyne behind by herself.

As punishment, he only returned the next day. 

"Ferdinand, please tell me something I can do to convince you that I will never get intimate with blank or replace you with him!" Rozemyne yelled. She was in a state of desperation Ferdinand had never seen her in before.

"Make us an even truer family by showing all of Yurgenschmidt you are forever mine," Ferdinand responded, the picture of calm.

"And how do I do that?" Rozemyne was still completely clueless, how typical of her.

Ferdinand couldn't help the smirk that appeared on his face, finally he was able to get what he wanted all this time. "Simply, you carry my child."

Before Rozemyne even responded with words, her body responded for her, violently shaking her head. "No. Isn't there anything else?"

Weeks ago, Ferdinand might have offered the solution of divorcing the vermin but he was already far too gone. Besides, if Rozemyne divorced him, the rumors about Ferdinand's unsuitedness for Rozemyne would continue. The voices would get louder and louder until, finally they would convince Rozemyne to divorce Ferdinand too.

A grim expression appeared on Ferdinand's face, as he pinned Rozemyne's arms down on the comfortable bench - the one she herself had designed.

"You leave me no other choice."

"Please, Ferdinand, don't!" Rozemyne yelled, trashing around in a futile attempt of protesting.

"Why are you so against calling winter with me? Don't you want a child with me?! You like them, right?" Ferdinand roared in despair. He did not want to hurt Rozemyne.

Rozemyne responded something but Ferdinand didn't even hear it. Instead he brought his head down and kissed Rozemyne on the lips. 

It wasn't the first time they had kissed, but this was their first kiss for adults. His tongue was inside her mouth, dyeing it with mana.

"Rozemyne, you feel so good," Ferdinand muttered as he broke free from the kiss. Her lips and mana were just too sweet. His entire body had already reacted to the stimulation, but who could blame him if he had waited so many years for this moment? 

To fully dye and claim his goddess.

To entrap her in an eternal layer of ice.

But still, Ferdinand was a loving husband, so he carefully lifted up Rozemyne's robes and stimulated her chalice. It didn't take long for it to get wet, producing Vantole's sweet nectar.

Ferdinand leaned down again, whispering into Rozemyne's ear, "Rozemyne, I am so glad you are enjoying it too."

Using the slick from Rozemyne's hand, Ferdinand took out his member and pumped it up and down. He felt like he was ready to burst at any moment's notice. But that wouldn't do, he needed to plant his seed deep in Rozemyne, so that she would definitely end up with Geduldh's burden.

Confirming one more time that Rozemyne was wet and loose enough, Ferdinand carefully lined up his sword with Rozemyne's chalice before burying it inside in one go.

Ferdinand rarely masturbated but even then, it always felt amazing. But this, the feeling of Rozemyne's chalice, was nothing compared to masturbation.

Ferdinand could feel himself getting addicted to it.

Clumsily shaking his hips, Ferdinand climaxed deep in Rozemyne mere moments later. He could withdraw already, but no, he wanted to stay connected with Rozemyne for as long as possible.

Ferdinand brought his head down again, licking the tears off Rozemyne's pretty face.

"Don't worry, I am sure you are pregnant now already, considering how compatible our mana is. Isn't that great?" he lulled into Rozemyne's ear.

Rozemyne did not respond, instead looking at Ferdinand with a blank expression.

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Rozemyne was peacefully sitting in her library, reading in bliss when one of her retainers rudely took her book away, informing her that it was time for dinner.

Urghh, just when it was getting good.

Rozemyne grumbled internally, but she knew better than to voice her complaints, since else she would have been scolded for acting unbecoming of the archduke of Alexandria.

And so, Rozemyne reluctantly left for the dinner table - although excitement was building up in her since she could see her husband, Ferdinand, again, who had had likewise been spending the past hours indulging in his favorite hobby.

However, to Rozemyne's surprise, when she arrived at the dining hall, neither Ferdinand nor his retainers were present. Normally, they would always be here before Rozemyne; Ferdinand had longer legs so he was quicker after all.

After some more time passed, and Ferdinand still had not shown up, Rozemyne decided to head to his laboratory in order to find out what the holdup was.

"Lady Rozemyne!!" Ferdinand's retainers greeted Rozemyne with a desperate look in their eyes.

Evidently, this was another case of Ferdinand locking himself up in his laboratory.

"Ferdiiinand, I thought we were past this stage," Rozemyne spoke into the magic tool to Ferdinand's hidden room, the impatience clear in her voice. It had been forever since an incident like this last occurred, so Rozemyne was confused about what had caused this.

To Rozemyne's surprise, Ferdinand's head quickly emerged from the hidden room and he said, "Ah it is this late already. Rozemyne, I will be with you right away."

Ferdinand's face was weirdly pale but Rozemyne chalked it up to him skipping lunch and did not think about it any further.

Ferdinand was extremely uneasy during dinner, constantly shifting in his seat. 

Now that got Rozemyne suspicious, so she decided to confront Ferdinand after dinner.

That was simple, they were a married couple after all and so Rozemyne could just invite him into her hidden room.

Ferdinand was reluctant to agree, which was a clear sign that he was hiding something.

The moment the door to the hidden room closed behind the two of them, Rozemyne began interrogating her dear Ferdinand - not even giving him a moment to sit down.

"Now then, Ferdinand. What's wrong?" Rozemyne asked, peering up into the eyes of the much taller man.

"...Nothing," Ferdinand muttered, being extremely evasive.

"Since when have you been such a bad liar? If you tell me now what you are hiding then I won't even get mad." Rozemyne was not going to budge from here until she had found out what her dear husband was hiding.

"I am not hiding anything-" Ferdinand interrupted himself with a sudden weird noise. His gaze traveled downward to his chest and naturally Rozemyne's eyes followed.

His shirt suddenly got wet. And right around the nipple area too. Weird.

Looking mortified, Ferdinand quickly took a seat on the nearby bench, crossing his arms over his chest, as if that would make the mysterious stains invisible.

"Ferdinand, you can't tell me that nothing is wrong. Clearly there is something wrong with you. I mean it is almost as if your nipples are-" 

Before Rozemyne could finish voicing her speculation, Ferdinand clammed a hand over her mouth.

"Do not finish that sentence, fool. There is nothing wrong with my chest." The way Ferdinand emphasized that sentence, made it obvious that there was in fact, something wrong with his chest.

After struggling for a moment, Rozemyne managed to free herself from Ferdinand's hands so she could speak up in protest. "But you are clearly bleeding! Come on, let me help you. How did this even happen? Did you try to give yourself a [Nipple Piercing] or something?" 

Merely trying to be helpful, Rozemyne poured mana into her upper body so she had enough strength to push Ferdinand's arms away.

"No!" Ferdinand weakly protested as Rozemyne began going after his upper layers of clothing.

"I am just trying to nurse you, Ferdinand. Stop being so stubborn and let me help you."

"Fool," Ferdinand chided as he continued to put up a rather weak form of resistance.

When Rozemyne had finally reached Ferdinand's nipples, she was stunned silent. Ferdinand wasn't bleeding, no, he was lactating.

"Bwuh?!" Rozemyne shouted, unable to believe what she was seeing here.

"That's why I didn't want you to see, fool…" Ferdinand muttered.

"How did this even happen? I mean, uh-" Rozemyne truly was at a loss for words here.

"I was researching potions for when you are with Geduldh's burden, as we discussed recently. But then I mistakenly took a trial potion that laid right next to a rejuvenation potion and this is the result." Ferdinand sounded truly ashamed, but Rozemyne did not share that opinion. Quickly, she hopped onto Ferdinand's lap and trapped him into a warm embrace.

"Ferdinand, I feel so touched that you would already be researching potions for me. And honestly, I don't mind if you lactate from now on. I mean it's kinda hot and our child will surely appreciate having two parents to get milk from."

Rozemyne's enthusiastic declaration earned herself a flick on the forehead from Ferdinand.

"You fool, the effect is only going to last for another bell or so. That's why I wanted to wait it out in my hidden room."

"Then I better test out your milk before it's gone!" Rozemyne declared, very enthusiastic.

Before Ferdinand even realized what was happening to him, Rozemyne had broken the hug and instead took Ferdinand's left nipple into her mouth.

"Woah, it's so hard!" Rozemyne exclaimed in awe after she had licked over Ferdinand's nipple once.

"Fool, stop it," Ferdinand meekly protested. He was stronger than Rozemyne, he could have definitely pushed her away, but he didn't.

"No, not when this is the only chance I get to taste your nipple milk," Rozemyne responded to Ferdinand's not very convincing protest.

Immediately after, Rozemyne went back to sucking on Ferdinand's nipple. In response, Ferdinand let out a moan.

It didn't take Rozemyne long to feel another form of Ferdinand's arousal underneath her hips.

Heh, he is enjoying this a lot despite all the complaining.

After she couldn't drink anymore, Rozemyne finally let go off Ferdinand's red, swollen nipple.

"That was so tasty. You should take this potion way more often! I could even make Ferdinand [cereal milk] with it!" Rozemyne declared, feeling really satisfied.

In response, Ferdinand pulled roughly on Rozemyne's cheeks.

I guess that means no.

But still, Rozemyne was not done yet as she latched onto Ferdinand's right nipple next, milking it for all its worth.

At the same time, Ferdinand's low moans increased in frequency and his hips were thrashing around as well.

While Rozemyne was lost in the world of enjoying Ferdinand's delicious nipple milk, the man in question suddenly made a loud groan and halted all body movements. Quickly, Rozemyne let go of the nipple to see what was up.

"Wait, you came in your pants already? Did it feel this good?" Rozemyne asked, acting all oblivious.

"Gods, give me strength…" Ferdinand muttered in response, feeling way too embarrassed to look Rozemyne in the eyes right now. He probably wished this had been blood after all.

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Daily life in Ahrensbach was so exhausting with the daily headaches Detlinde caused as well as the neverending amount of paperwork, that Ferdinand just needed something to take his mind away from it. 

Luckily Ferdinand had two loyal retainers that were more than ready to provide Ferdinand with a nightly distraction. Usually, they would take turns serving Ferdinand once every few nights, but on rare occasions, both were present at night.

Tonight, Eckhart and Justus were putting on a little show for their Lord, as the man in question sat in his armchair, sipping on his favorite vize.

"Ngh, Lord Ferdinand," Justus moaned, doing his best to maintain eye contact with his master, despite being fucked by another man.

Indeed, on Ferdinand's bed were his most trusted guard knight and scholar, performing Beischmacht's dance together. Both were moaning out Ferdinand's name, constantly looking back to ensure that their master was enjoying himself.

There was just something about seeing the fragile Justus being pounded into oblivion by a man so much larger than him, that did things to Ferdinand. Add to that the fact that Eckhart and Justus were only having intercourse with each other, because it pleased their master, and you got the reason as to why Ferdinand was so painfully aroused from the display in front of him.

By now, palming his erection through the tent in his pants wasn't enough anymore for Ferdinand. Impatiently, he freed his erection from his tight clothing. He was so turned on that he didn't even mind the chilly air that hit his dick. 

Ferdinand had thought he would just jerk off until he reached climax - as he usually did during these shows, when he was suddenly hit with a far better idea. Without a word of warning, he stood up from his arm chair, and wandered over to his bed that his two retainers occupied. While walking, Ferdinand's erection proudly stood up.

Despite being pretty lost in pleasure, both Eckhart and Justus noticed the sudden movement from his Lord. As a result, Eckhart momentarily stopped thrusting into Justus.

"Lord Ferdinand?" they asked in unison. There was a slight panic in their voice, as if they were fearing they had committed a mistake of some kind. Ferdinand truly was their everything.

"Say, Justus. How does your chalice feel with Eckhart inside? Is there still space left?" Ferdinand asked in an ambiguous tone of voice. But surely his clever retainer had already realized what he was getting at.

Justus was breathing hard but did his best to answer in a coherent sentence. "Your sword is far bigger than Eckhart's, Lord Ferdinand! So my chalice can still take a lot more!" 

A grin crept itself on Ferdinand's face. "That is good to hear." At the same time, he grabbed some of the ointment that was still standing on his nightstand, smearing a generous amount of it on his fingers and aching cock.

Not saying another word, Ferdinand plunged two of his fingers into Justus' asshole, which was already stretched quite wide from Eckhart's sizable length. Sure, Ferdinand's sword was longer, but Eckhart was far from having a dagger himself.

"Ah! Lord Ferdinand!" Justus groaned, his back instinctively arching backwards.

"I am sure you can handle even more, right?" Ferdinand teased, not waiting for an answer as he began adding another finger.

Justus only moaned in response.

Just moving his fingers was already nearly impossible with how tight everything was, but Ferdinand firmly believed that Justus' slutty hole was able to take both him and Eckhart.

After a minute, Ferdinand grew impatient and withdrew his fingers. In response, Justus visibly shivered, probably mourning the loss of Ferdinand's long, skilled fingers.

But Justus did not have to wait for long, as soon enough, Ferdinand lined up the tip of his dick with Justus' hole - or rather, what was still accessible of his hole considering Eckhart was already inside.

It seemed that Eckhart did not believe in Justus' manwhore powers, as he worriedly looked to the right side where his Lord proudly stood and asked, "Lord Ferdinand, do you wish for me to withdraw?"

"No," Ferdinand briskly shut Eckhart down, before affectionately stroking over Justus' asscheeks. "My slut of a retainer, can take another sword up his chalice, can't he?"

"Of course, Lord Ferdinand!" Justus yelled in response, all while heavily panting like the animal in heat he was.

Having secured Justus' approval, Ferdinand carefully started pushing - although not like Justus' verbal approval was necessary here, his body was proof enough.

As Ferdinand tried entering Justus' hole, he quickly came to the realization that force was the only way in. And so Ferdinand did just that, pushing his whole length in at once.

Even for the thoroughly perverted and sexually active Justus that was too much at first and so he winced in pain, probably seeing stars right about now. But it was too bad that Ferdinand was a twisted man, feeling pleasure from the way Justus was quivering.

"I can't believe you took two swords at once, Justus. You truly are the ultimate chalice," Ferdinand declared, lightly spanking the man. In response, Justus' asshole clenched down even harder.

"Ngh, Justus," groaned Ferdinand.

While Eckhart was still holding still, Ferdinand slowly began to move. The feeling of rubbing against Eckhart's cock and Justus' walls was truly unlike anything Ferdinand had ever experienced before. With winter like that, even the summer heat in Ahrensbach suddenly became bearable.

It was a good thing that Eckhart was focused on his lord first and foremost, because if Eckhart started moving too, things would not work out as well as they did right now.

And so, Ferdinand was able to chase his pleasure, paying Eckhart no mind, occasionally glancing over to Justus' face. 

But Ferdinand's concern was wasted on his debaucherous retainer, as the man in question had thrown his head back, eyes rolled up in pleasure. Justus wasn't even making coherent noises anymore, just gasps and saliva escaping him.

Soon enough, Ferdinand could feel his climax approaching, meaning he sped his pace up. Moments later, Ferdinand was over the edge and spread his seed deep inside Justus.

"Lo-, Fe-" Justus babbled in response, seemingly close to coming as well.

"Ngh!" Ferdinand made a pained noise. Justus' tightening hole from the man's incoming climax and the contact with Eckhart's shaft, hurt his extremely sensitive sword.

As quickly as possible, he withdrew from Justus' hole that felt like it was trying to prevent him from leaving. Justus probably wanted Ferdinand's dick inside while his climax was approaching, but Ferdinand was having none of that - he was the master after all.

And besides, even after Ferdinand had safely evacuated from Justus' ass that gobbled everything inside up, Justus still came all over Ferdinand's bed sheets.

Ferdinand collapsed on his bed from exhaustion. His retainers could clean up the mess but right now he just wanted to sleep. And thanks to the little bedtime distraction, Ferdinand was sure he was going to have good dreams tonight.

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At first, Wilfried had agreed to be engaged to Rozemyne but after spending a mere two years engaged to her, he started fighting like his life depended on it in order to get the engagement dissolved. 

Wilfried had tried to convince his father to just have Rozemyne engaged to Ferdinand, who she clearly cared so much for, but Ferdinand himself declined it. Despite it being the best option for Rozemyne and Ferdinand, the latter simply kept refusing on the grounds that that would make him the next archduke which would ultimately undermine Sylvester and his legacy.

In the end, it was agreed to have Rozemyne engaged to Sylvester. Obviously, it wasn't the best choice but it did settle the urgent problems and as Rozemyne herself said: as long as she had access to Ehrenfest's castle's bookroom, she was content.

The years passed and one year after Rozemyne's graduation ceremony, she and Sylvester had their Starbind Ceremony at the Archduke Conference. Sylvester couldn't sense Rozemyne, but it wasn't really a problem, since the two had become engaged on the basis that this would be a white marriage to begin with.

However the trouble started happening when Charlotte married into Dunkelfelger, Melchior into Drewanchel and Wilfried had fallen into too many political traps, making it impossible to make him the next archduke. And now naturally the Leisegangs were rallying behind Rozemyne and calling for Sylvester to finally give her an heir. 

Obviously, Sylvester started arguing against them on the ground that Rozemyne was too frail for a child. The only problem? Ferdinand's two Jureve treatments for Rozemyne made her pretty healthy and in the last years she had grown quite a lot externally.

And so, Sylvester started pretend nightly visits to Rozemyne's chambers, so that others could see he was at least trying to knock her up.

Today, Sylvester was headed to Rozemyne's chambers as usual. When he got there, Rozemyne was already on her bed, wearing her finest nightgown, all while lounging on her bed in the most unladylike manner. After the sound blocking magic tool was activated and all their retainers dismissed, Sylvester could finally drop his pretend act as well.

"So, what books are we reading tonight? You better have another action packed book from Lord Shubort ready!" Sylvester laughed as he threw his whole body weight on Rozemyne's fluffy bed.

"Actually, I have been thinking, Sylvester-"

"You can think before acting?" Sylvester teasingly shot back.

"Hey, even I have grown over the years!" Rozemyne protested.

"Sure it didn't go all to your chest?" Sylvester's eyes wandered downward as he said that.

"Rude!" pouted Rozemyne, but still giggling.

Sylvester laughed before turning serious again, "Now then, tell me what's on your mind."

"I was thinking that I do want a child. But I know you only love Florencia so if you can't do child procreating with me, it's totally fine." As Rozemyne spoke, she started hiding her face in her hands. It was way too embarrassing to say this out loud.

Sylvester was stunned silent for a solid minute, before he could finally respond to what Rozemyne had just said out of the blue.

"You do not need to worry about that. I am a man that can do his duty if needed. And besides, even before this whole mess with the Leisegangs and succession started, Florencia had already given me the go-ahead for winter related matters with you. You are my second wife after all."

"Sylvester…" Rozemyne muttered, feeling touched by Florencia's and Sylvester's consideration.

"Before we can actually call winter though, you need to start drinking my synchronization potions. Ferdinand told me that since you have the devouring, you should be dyed pretty quickly."

Just what is Ferdinand telling Sylvester? Hello privacy please?!

"He sure likes running his mouth to you," Rozemyne grumbled in response. Well it was only natural, Ferdinand was Sylvester's brother after all.

After a week of daily synchronization potions, Rozemyne was dyed enough and the two could begin calling winter. In the past years, Sylvester had worked extremely hard on compressing his mana, while Rozemyne had slowly begun decompressing, allowing her body to properly grow. But despite all this, Sylvester was still only barely able to sense Rozemyne and even after multiple months of calling winter, Rozemyne still showed no sign of being pregnant.

Laying next to Rozemyne, totally spent from his orgasm, Sylvester mumbled his thoughts out loud without thinking. "Why don't we just call Ferdinand to impregnate you? I am sure you two are much closer in mana." 

Despite not meaning the suggestion seriously at all, Sylvester clearly saw Rozemyne's eyes widening in joy at that suggestion.

"What? You want to call winter with Ferdinand? Am I that bad in bed?" Sylvester asked, half joking.

"No, it's not that. I mean you please me so well, I never thought intercourse could feel this good but it's just that when you mentioned Ferdinand, my heart skipped a beat."

Sylvester could only sigh in response. If only Ferdinand would finally stop being so stubborn, then these two idiots could have gotten married long ago.

"Alright, I will see what I can do. But even if it works, in order not to arouse any suspicion, I will need to be present during the impregnation. Is that alright?"

Rozemyne nodded. "Of course. You are already doing more for me than I could ask for."

And so, Sylvester started the back breaking task of somehow convincing his stubborn little brother to fuck his wife. After many hours of negotiations, Sylvester finally got Ferdinand to agree.

Since Ferdinand was a master of weird magic tools, he of course had one at ready to disguise himself in order to enter Rozemyne's chambers undetected.

Once all the retainers were gone, Ferdinand could finally reveal himself.

"Bwuh?! You are really here!" Rozemyne declared in shock, which caused Ferdinand to start grumbling in return.

"Of course I am, fool. Sylvester begged me for this for long enough."

"Hehe, isn't he a nice guy?"

"Nice, huh?" Ferdinand mused, a dangerous smile on his face.

Hearing his name be mentioned, Sylvester also chimed in "Anyways, do you two want me to turn around? So you can get started, you know. I am sure you will have better luck impregnating her, my younger brother." Sylvester put a thumbs up in Ferdinand's direction, not even waiting for an answer.

All of a sudden Ferdinand's ears turned red. 

"Could it be that my little brother has no experience with women?" teased Sylvester. "Don't worry, Rozemyne is great in bed. Especially those breasts, man, nothing can beat them."

"Sylvester!" Rozemyne proclaimed, elbowing the man in question.

"I… I am just worried that I won't be able to perform adequately. I have tried but my sword isn't working properly," Ferdinand mumbled as he glanced down at his lower region.

"Then Ferdinand, how about Sylvester and I give you a little warm up show? I am sure it will work then!" Rozemyne declared, all while pulling Sylvester in for a deep kiss, making sure to moan as loud as possible.

Once the two broke free from the kiss for adults, Sylvester couldn't stop himself from doing his usual commentary.

"Someone's eager today, huh? Could it be because Ferdinand is watching?" Sylvester teased.

In response, Rozemyne firmly grabbed Sylvester's crotch. "But I am not the only one? Do you get off to this? Having someone watch? Or is it the thought of sharing me with someone?"

"Perhaps it's both," Sylvester responded, already having gotten to work on removing Rozemyne's clothes.

Once undressed, Sylvester wasted no time in kneeling between Rozemyne's leg and servicing her chalice with his tongue.

"Ngh, Sylvester!" Rozemyne moaned out. Sylvester was just too good at giving head.

Sylvester continued going down on Rozemyne, alternating between penetrating her with his tongue and licking her pearl. 

It didn't take long for Rozemyne to hit her first orgasm of the day, screaming Sylvester's name while her whole body shook.

Only when Sylvester withdrew his mouth and Rozemyne calmed down from her orgasm high did the two remember that Ferdinand was here as well.

A big grin found itself on Sylvester's face as he noticed something. Rozemyne noticed too, deciding to comment on it. "Hehe, you are rock-hard Ferdinand. I guess our little show was successful then. See? There was nothing to worry about!"

Ferdinand only turned his head away in embarrassment. 

"Come on, Ferdinand it is your turn now. Rozemyne is prepared enough for your sword," Sylvester declared, leaving the bed to make space for his little brother.

Considering this was still his brother, he wasn't exactly fond of watching him, so Sylvester turned his entire attention towards Rozemyne.

Rozemyne impatiently pulled Ferdinand's pants down, pushing him down on the bed. Ferdinand seemed to not have expected Rozemyne to be this eager as he made a weird grunting noise in response, his back hitting the soft mattress. But Ferdinand was sturdy, he would survive the fall - especially with this being a mattress Rozemyne improved.

Rozemyne gave Sylvester one last look over her shoulder, licking her lips in anticipation, before climbing onto Ferdinand. In one swift motion, Rozemyne managed to straddle Ferdinand's hips. Now Ferdinand's hard cock was rubbing right against Rozemyne soft, delicious ass cheeks. Oh, what Sylvester would give to be in that position right now. But no, the goal right now was to get his brother laid and Rozemyne pregnant.

Sylvester's thoughts had only wandered off for a moment, yet during that time, Rozemyne had already lifted her hips and impaled herself on Ferdinand in seemingly one go.

Sylvester couldn't help but feel proud, knowing he had fingered Rozemyne this open earlier.

As for Rozemyne, she had begun furiously riding Ferdinand, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the room.

"Woo, hot!" Sylvester whistled, all while stroking his own erection.

Sylvester had never felt more turned on. If he had known he had such a fetish, he would have shared Rozemyne with Ferdinand far sooner. Perhaps he should share Rozemyne next with Florencia.

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It all started when Rozemyne one day suggested a magic tool concept to Ferdinand in order to spice up their bedroom. It was a small magic tool that made movements like some of these feyvegetables, once supplied with mana. Put on Rozemyne's clitoris, it provided her immense pleasure - and the way her inner walls pulsated made penetration even more enjoyable for Ferdinand. So basically it was a win-win situation.

The [vibrator] as Rozemyne called it, got many uses during their nightly bedroom activities, but things escalated to a whole new level after an off-hand comment from Rozemyne.

"You know Ferdinand, back in my world, you could make the vibrators [remote controlled]. And even the [power setting] could be changed."

As always, Ferdinand only understood half of that, but he hadn't earned the nickname 'Mad Scientist' for nothing. After asking Rozemyne for further information and much trial and error, he managed to finish the upgraded version of the vibrator.

At first, it was simply used during winter, giving Ferdinand the ability to decrease the vibration whenever Rozemyne got close to climax, as well as to edge her on further. 

But of course, eventually Ferdinand had found a new use for the vibrator.

And today was another day where Ferdinand was putting this precious magic tool to good use.

Before their attendants came and dressed them for breakfast, Ferdinand lifted Rozemyne's nightgown and underwear up, attaching the vibrator to her chalice.

"You are already this wet Rozemyne and I haven't even turned it on yet," Ferdinand commented with a smirk.

"Ngh, I can't help it, knowing what's to come," Rozemyne admitted, her cheeks flushed a crimson red.

"If you don't make any blunders during your business meetings, then I won't have to use it," as Ferdinand explained the rules again, he suddenly paused for a moment, pretending to have come to a realization. "Or what? Don't tell me you are purposely messing up so you can get punished?"

Wriggling in place, probably already getting even further turned on, Rozemyne responded, "Noo, because I know the more mistakes I make, the more you will draw out my orgasm later tonight."

"Good, then I have great expectations for today," Ferdinand responded, slipping the remote control magic tool into his pocket, all while letting Rozemyne's dress down. Sure, he could have done something about Rozemyne's arousal, but if she got rewarded so early, then what motivator was there for her to behave today?

Ferdinand kept the remote in his robes, acting like today was just another day, all while Rozemyne was already squirming in her seat at the breakfast table. He truly had married a pervert.

After lunch it finally came time for Aub Alexandria's business meetings regarding her various industries. Rozemyne had a tendency to be easily swayed when books or her family were involved so the duty fell to Ferdinand to set her straight.

Greetings were exchanged and everyone took a seat, Rozemyne's face already flushed.

Sometimes Ferdinand really wondered if she wasn't actually doing this on purpose.

Things were going great until one of the Giebes mentioned bringing the Gutenbergs to his land next and of course Rozemyne started prematurely speaking without thinking.

As non-chalant as possible, Ferdinand used his right hand to reach into his pocket to pour some mana into the remote control magic tool.

Immediately Rozemyne stopped her sentence, looking positively startled.

Obviously, the Giebe was confused by Rozemyne's behavior but since she was the archduke here, he could not even comment on the weird situation, instead waiting for Rozemyne to continue.

Coughing awkwardly, Rozemyne spoke up again, "well, but of course, first I need to discuss things with my scholars and there is also the matter of the Gutenbergs to consider-"

Good. The vibrator magic tool training truly was working.

Ferdinand continued watching, letting the vibrator run on its lowest setting. Another mistake would increase the intensity and therefore make the pleasure a lot harder for Rozemyne to hide and endure.

But of course, it wouldn't be Ferdinand's beloved bookloving fool if she didn't make another mistake soon again.

And so Ferdinand had no choice but to increase the frequency once more. The vibrator had four different levels and once the fourth was reached, Rozemyne would not be allowed to come for the rest of the day - meaning after three mistakes it was a [Game Over], as Rozemyne liked to call it.

"Hgn," Rozemyne let out a weird noise in response to Ferdinand cranking up the setting. Her face had gone from flushed to fully red. Others would probably think she was running a fever, but no, Rozemyne was just an enormous pervert.

"Are you alright, Aub Alexandria?" one of Rozemyne's attendants asked, worried for their lady.

"Yeah sorry, something flew into my nose just now-"

And another mistake. Not only was the lie absolutely horrendous, Rozemyne should absolutely not say something so unladylike in front of a crowd - people that weren't even her retainers and men at that.

Tears welled up in Rozemyne's eyes as the vibrator was now on the third level, intense enough to make someone come if not careful. As for Ferdinand, he still had his perfect stone mask on. Nobody would be able to guess that he was behind Rozemyne's troubled appearance.

Sitting stiff as a board, Rozemyne did her best to avoid any unnecessary movement - it would all just send more jolts of pleasure through her body. 

Rozemyne began speaking again, hoping to get this meeting over with as soon as possible. But she could not act too hastily, as another mistake could cost her dearly. Surely she wasn't perverted enough to wish to experience the vibrator at the highest setting, orgasming in front of multiple Giebes - all who held Rozemyne in high respect thanks to Hartmut's and Clarissa's brainwashing.

Rozemyne was a hard worker and so she was able to get through the rest of the meeting without committing another faux paus, all while having her chalice violated by the vibrator.

The moment the Giebes left, Rozemyne had the room cleared of all retainers, Ferdinand following suit with his.

Lifting up her skirt Rozemyne began to plead with her husband, "Please Ferdinand, let me come, I can't do it anymore."

"Hmm," Ferdinand pretended to think. "I am not sure. You committed three mistakes today…"

"Please, I will be good next time, just let me come."

Ah, that desperation in Rozemyne's eyes was exactly what Ferdinand loved.

"Very well," he responded, turning up the vibrator to the maximum setting. Moments later, Rozemyne's whole body was trembling, stifled cries leaking out - she was already coming.

Ferdinand got to watch with great pleasure as Rozemyne soaked her own underwear and the ground underneath from the powerful orgasm. The display had obviously turned him on greatly, but unlike Rozemyne, he was able to wait until tonight.

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It was supposed to be just another day at the archduke conference. Aub Alexandria and husband were meeting with Aub Ehrenfest and wife for a trade meeting although things quickly became more informal.

In the middle of some light banter, the entire surroundings suddenly flashed too bright for the eyes to handle and the next thing Rozemyne noticed, was being in a white room with nothing but a bed. At the same time, a weird voice spoke in Rozemyne's mind.

'You are currently in Beischmacht's domain. You may only exit after winter has been summoned.'

"Bwuh?!" Rozemyne instinctively shouted.

"Fool, stop making such unrefined noises."

"Yeah, sorry Ferdinand-" Rozemyne paused mid sentence, realizing the words hadn't come out of Ferdinand's mouth, no, Sylvester had spoken them. At the same time as Rozemyne realized that, Sylvester made a panicked expression, looking down on himself in shock.

"Why am I in Sylvester's body?" Sylvester said but from the way he conducted himself it was clear that Ferdinand was speaking.

Meanwhile, the person in Ferdinand's body had started to laugh. "Bwahaha, looks like we swapped bodies, Ferdinand."

Yeah there's no doubt about it, that's Sylvester in Ferdinand's body.

"How can you be so calm about this, Sylvester?" Ferdinand asked, sounding extremely exasperated.

"Stop frowning so much, Ferdinand, you are going to ruin my beautiful face. Besides, didn't you hear the gods? If we want to get out of here we just have to call winter," Sylvester retorted like it was the most natural thing.

"Bwuh?! Winter?!" Rozemyne could feel her cheeks flushing up, sure she has had sex plenty of times before with Ferdinand but doing it in front of these two was something else.

"Well at least it seems that only us two switched bodies. But still, I do not like this. Who do the gods think they are for pushing us around like this?!" Right after finishing his statement, Ferdinand began looking for a way out. It truly looked odd to see Sylvester's body crawling around and inspecting everything like a mad scientist.

Eventually, Ferdinand returned to the group, looking dejected.

"See, Ferdinand? We should have just gone with what the gods said from the beginning," Sylvester suggested, causing Ferdinand's grimace to deepen.

"I do not like this…" Ferdinand mumbled in return.

"We don't really have much of a choice, just let me call winter with Florencia and we can call it a day."

Sylvester, in Ferdinand's body, started moving towards the woman in question only for Ferdinand to physically stop him by grabbing him by the shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" Sylvester shouted, clearly agitated by Ferdinand's sudden move.

"You are not going to call winter with Florencia using my body. Rozemyne is my Goddess of Everything and I will not dirty myself by touching another woman!"

"Hey! You are making it sound like Florencia is gross! Let me tell you she is the most beautiful and sexy woman out there. Just looking at her once…"

Sylvester continued rambling, but Rozemyne had already stopped listening long ago.

Eventually it seemed like he had managed to return to the actual topic.

"Anyways, it's not my first choice but if you insist then I'll just call winter with Rozemyne-" 

This time Sylvester couldn't even finish his sentence before Ferdinand had once again roughly grabbed him.

"Ow, cut it out!" Sylvester yelled.

"You are not going to call winter with Rozemyne!" Ferdinand was very adamant about that.

"But it's your body!" Sylvester protested, clearly not as uptight on the matter as Ferdinand was.

"And your mind is inside it. Absolutely not! You shall not defile Rozemyne!"

"Then you do Rozemyne-"

That, Rozemyne had something against, so it was her turn to protest.

"No, not with Sylvester's body! He was once my adoptive father after all."

Dramatically throwing himself on the bed, Sylvester buried his face in his hands.

"You two are impossible…" His muffled voice could be heard from underneath his hands.

A deafening silence followed.

Eventually, Sylvester spoke up again. 

"Well then you, Ferdinand, you have to call winter with Florencia. Watching my body sleep with Florencia is hot in its own way," Sylvester surmised.

"Do not give Florencia such debaucherous looks while inside my body!" Ferdinand protested but obviously that was futile.

While Sylvester sat by the edge of the bed, Ferdinand approached Florencia, who had been quietly sitting on the bed so far. 

Just when Ferdinand tried to clumsily undress Florencia, Rozemyne suddenly charged onto the bed.

"Nuh uh, Ferdinand let me handle that." And just like that, Rozemyne had her hands over Florencia's shoulder, pushing her dress down.

All of a sudden, Sylvester felt the urge to speak up. "Hey, Rozemyne! Why are you okay with undressing Florencia but not being with me?!"

Really? That's what he is bothered about?

"For one, Ferdinand clearly isn't comfortable and second, Florencia is a beautiful woman while you are just well, my former adoptive father," Rozemyne explained, thinking this was obvious.

Somehow that had convinced Sylvester as he proudly declared, "That's right! Nobody is more stunning than my Florencia."

Once Florencia's garments were gone, Rozemyne couldn't help but stare in awe. Her breasts were even bigger than Rozemyne's

"Can I touch them?" Rozemyne carefully asked, looking into Florencia's beautiful brea-, no, eyes.

"Go ahead," Florencia responded with her trademark kind smile.

Slowly, Rozemyne started stroking over Florencia's breasts, enjoying how hard each nipple got in response.

While Rozemyne got lost in her own breast world, Ferdinand and Sylvester had broken out into another heated discussion. 

"What do you mean you can't get hard?!" Sylvester yelled, more angry than Rozemyne had ever heard him.

"My sword only works for my Goddess-" Ferdinand dryly shot back.

"But this is my body! Ahhh, I am going to die of shame, seeing my own body failing to get hard for my beloved Florencia!"

Ferdinand ignored Sylvester's wailing as he instead started fully undressing himself.

"What are you doing now?!" Sylvester yelped.

"There is still a chalice we have not thought about: mine," Ferdinand sounded so serious that Rozemyne nearly bursted out laughing.

"You mean my asshole?! Never!" Sylvester clearly was not on-board with that suggestion.

"Did you not tell me earlier that we should just call winter already and leave?" Ferdinand tauntingly shot back.

"I did but noo, not like that!"

"You have the only working sword and we cannot use Florencia's and Rozemyne's chalice so this is the only solution. Be glad that it is not your chalice that is used," Ferdinand argued back, thinking his logic was sound. Sylvester on the other hand, was not of the same opinion.

"But it is my body! The moment we return to our bodies, I will be the one that had his chalice used."

Ferdinand ignored Sylvester's complaining as he started working on his asshole.

As for Rozemyne and Florencia, they had started doing some heavy petting to each other as a result of their breasts turning them on so much.

"Mh, if only I had a [strap-on] then I could have used your chalice," Rozemyne moaned, right as she kissed Florencia again.

As for Ferdinand and Sylvester, Ferdinand had started ripping off Sylvester's clothes in order to finally get him to penetrate his chalice.

"I am relieved that your sword can work." Ferdinand's tone of voice was still incredibly dry, very matter of fact.

"Wahh, I am only hard because Florencia is so sexy! Do you not see what your wife is doing? So much about you two being celibate people!" Sylvester complained, trying to escape Ferdinand's iron grip.

"She is merely practicing her socializing with women, there is nothing wrong with that. Now, penetrate my chalice already," returned Ferdinand.

"You two are crazy! Ahh, I am glad you two headaches left for Alexandria!" Sylvester shouted, it was like he had become a lunatic.

"Stop complaining, Sylvester and let's get this over with, for the sake of our wives. Do you think I am enjoying this?"
Ferdinand was right and Sylvester knew this.

"But I am not looking at you, okay?! I am looking at Florencia and I am only feeling aroused because of her."

"The feeling is likewise," Ferdinand briskly replied.

"Wait, now you are turned on by Florencia?!"

"I meant by Rozemyne, you fool!" Just as Ferdinand complained, Sylvester finally had gotten ready to line his length up with Ferdinand's entrance.

Sylvester started pushing his dick in, but evidently he was having some trouble.

"Ow. Ferdinand, don't tell me you never had a female sword up your male chalice? You need to relax or I can't get in," Sylvester complained.

"Why would I do that? I am not some kind of pervert." Ferdinand was gritting his teeth, evidently, the feeling of a foreign intrusion wasn't too pleasurable.

"Oh I am the pervert now? Remind me whose wife started making out with another woman?" Sylvester shot back.

"Do not call Rozemyne a pervert!" Ferdinand growled back.

"Sure, sure. Anyways this isn't going to work. If only we had some kind of lube."

After saying those words, Sylvester took a step away from Ferdinand's tight virgin hole.

"No. You are going to impale me now, so this nightmare is finally over," commanded Ferdinand, stretching his arm back so he could grab Sylvester by the wrist.

"But your asshole will tear when I force it in."

"A small sacrifice to pay to get Rozemyne out of here as quickly as possible," Ferdinand responded, like they were in some kind of real danger. As for Rozemyne, she and Florencia were still exploring each other's bodies, the moans getting louder and louder.

"If you say so…" mumbled Sylvester, clearly not really convinced.

And so Sylvester tried one more time to thrust into Ferdinand's makeshift chalice, this time not stopping when met with too much resistance.

He could see blood appearing around where he and Ferdinand where connected, but as Ferdinand did not complain, Sylvester kept going - as was agreed.

Quickly, Sylvester assumed a fast pace, just trying to get this over with.

Florencia's loud moan from her own orgasm, sent Sylvester over the edge, coming deep in Ferdinand's, no, his own, ass.

And an instant later, they were back in the meeting room of the archduke conference.

"Owww, my ass!" Sylvester yelled, the voice coming back from his body.

He must not have realized yet that they were back to reality already and that every retainer in the room was staring at him like he had gone crazy.

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Damuel carefully threaded through the halls of the knight's barracks, trying to make as little noise as possible. He was a knight so nobody would find him walking around, suspicious, but Damuel just felt like one glance at him would reveal what he was up to.

If someone did interrogate him about why he was wandering around the knight's quarter at such a late hour, he would just claim that he was doing an investigation.

Yes, he was actually on his way to investigate an interesting rumor he kept on hearing from the other knights. Totally, nothing debaucherous was going on here, no, nothing of the sorts. 

Damuel was merely going to investigate a rumor, claiming that in the room to the far west of the barracks, a masked tied up man laid, gobbling up anyone's cock.

Of course, Damuel was not so desperate that he would fall for such a rumor, but it has been years since his engagement had been canceled and the longer he failed to find a new partner, the more his sword ached for a companion that wasn't his hand.

And so after six months of hearing this rumor from different people, Damuel finally broke, deciding to investigate if such a manwhore really existed.

Taking another nervous look behind himself, Damuel had finally arrived at his destination.

"Excuse me…" Damuel awkwardly muttered as he opened the door. Taking the first step inside the dimly lit room, Damuel swallowed hard.

Would this be a trap that spelt his doom or would it be the paradise that elevated him to a higher level? Damuel was about to find out.

Once Damuel's eyes had started getting used to the missing light, he noticed that there really was a person laying there. They were naked, except for a black mask, covering their face. Upon closer inspection, Damuel noticed this really was a man despite the short and slender body.

The man sat upright, his wrists tied above his messy silver hair. 

But what stood out to Damuel the most, was not the fact that he definitely recognized this person, but rather the fact that their penis stood painfully erect, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

Had Damuel died and climbed the towering stairway or did he really have this god created display in front of him?

Slowly, Damuel got closer to the mysterious man, running his hands over his milky white chest. It felt so real that this must really be reality.

"Uhm, may I go ahead?" Damuel nervously asked. Despite the perverted setting, he still felt that consent was important.

While the gray-haired man did not verbally respond, he did nod which Damuel took as a sign to go ahead.

Carefully, Damuel unbuttoned his own trousers and then took off his underwear. He was already a bit turned on but not close to the state that was needed for penetration.

Yet when Damuel tried stroking his own cock in order to gain hardness, the mysterious man suddenly shifted in his position, putting his mouth right in front of Damuel's now half-hard dick. Due to being bound in place, the man could not actually take Damuel's sword in his mouth but he was clearly prompting Damuel to do so. 

Discarding his last part of reservation about this situation, Damuel took a step forward and immediately the whore took the cock into his mouth.

Damuel was exactly the average length, yet it still surprised him that the other person could completely take him into his mouth. Clearly they were experienced as Damuel immediately felt his consciousness transfer to another plane.

To think another person's mouth could feel so much better compared to one's own hand. It was like Damuel had entered a new world, a world he feared, he may now never be able to leave.

Damuel continued to savor the feeling of receiving his first ever blow job when he felt something bubbling up inside him.

"Sorry!" Damuel stammered as he quickly pulled out of the masked man's mouth. "I, uh, can't last longer than once. I am so pathetic, I know, that's why nobody wants me."

While Damuel wallowed in self-pity, the person that definitely wasn't Justus, started changing position again. Mere moments later, he had somehow turned around and was now presenting his ass to Damuel.

It truly took a lot of flexibility to be able to maneuver like this when tied up. Under a different setting, Damuel would have surely been impressed by the skills Ferdinand's retainers possessed. But right now he tried very hard not to think about the fact that he was about to fuck the retainer of his master's guardian.

Besides, this could all have still been a big misunderstanding and the person chained up in front of him, so readily offering his body, wasn't actually Justus.

Holding onto that thought, Damuel cautiously put a finger in the man's chalice, only to realize it was soaking wet.

Even Damuel knew what this meant, the masked pervert had prepared himself so anyone could fuck him whenever.

How was Damuel going to look Ferdinand into the eye tomorrow, knowing what things his retainer got up to?

Doing his best to push that line of thought to the back of his mind, Damuel lined up his sword with the entrance of Justus' chalice. Just the feeling of his tip slowly penetrating the tied-up person, nearly sent Damuel over the edge.

"I am sorry," Damuel whined, continuing to push into the wide and warm male chalice.

If only he was more experienced. Although if he was, he probably wouldn't be fucking Ferdinand's retainer in a room where anyone could walk in on him.

Finally fully inside, Damuel let out a pathetic moan, before attempting to actually fuck the man.

Not only were the movements of his hips incredibly clumsy, he also came moments after his first attempt at piston fucking.

Damuel could swear he heard a disappointed sigh from below him as he withdrew from the chalice, falling to the ground, completely spent.

"Sorry. I promise, I will do better next time," mumbled Damuel.

Damuel would not let this humiliation stand, he would prove to Justus that he was a man too, one that deserved respect. But for now, it was time for a tactical retreat.

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"Grausam, there is cleaning that needs to be done." Georgine announced, not waiting for Grausam to respond before already walking away. 

"As you command, Lady Georgine!" Of course, Grausam immediately obeyed. Well to be honest, he would agree to anything his Lady ordered of him - even if he wasn't name-sworn. That was just how dedicated he was to her.

Grausam could barely keep his joy from showing, walking behind his lady, who was most likely headed to her hidden room. 

Grausam's guess turned out to be correct, as soon enough they entered Georgine's chambers and then her hidden room.

"Massage." Was all Georgine said, as she closed the door behind her.

She had just gotten done with another busy day in Ahrensbach's castle as the first wife, plotting to take over Ehrenfest, and it fell on Grausam to give her a massage and help her relieve some stress. 

No words were needed between the two of them as Grausam knew exactly what to do. While Georgine took a seat on a nearby chair, Grausam kneeled directly in front of her sitting figure.

Slowly, Grausam stretched out his hands, stopping right as he was about to reach one of his lady's feet. Looking up at Georgine, Grausam waited for the last permission to go ahead.

Georgine did not say anything but she did smirk, which Grausam knew was his signal to go ahead.

Carefully, he took off the heel covering Georgine's beautiful foot. Just from removing the shoe, a first wave of aroma hit Grausam. His lady smelled so divine, he could already feel his groin heating up. 

The last hurdle left between Grausam and his lady's beautiful feet were her socks. Considering they were long socks, attached to the underwear via garterbelt, Grausam took longer to remove them than he would have liked to. After carefully folding Georgine's sock, lest he make a crease and she got mad - although he wouldn't complain about being punished - he could finally get to what he had been waiting to clean.

Not needing any instructions, Grausam immediately leaned forward taking Georgine's big toe into his mouth. His lady had just taken a bath this morning, so there wasn't any stench, but there still was some sweat on it that had appeared throughout the day. 

While normal sweat smelled quite unpleasant to Grausam, that wasn't the case for Georgine's. It was sweet and just the right dessert for Grausam after a long day full of hard work.

Letting go of Georgine's big toe with a plopping sound, Grausam's tongue dragged over the underside of the foot, savoring his lady's smooth and delicious skin.

Suddenly, Georgine's foot jerked forward, his tongue had probably tickled her. What a magnificent sight. Grausam did not care that the movement had made the foot slap his face, well if anything, he felt blessed.

With the sole of Georgine's foot clean now, Grausam set out to clean each toe individually. Sure, he had already cleaned the big toe earlier, but it had come in contact with his ugly, dirty, face, so it definitely needed another round of cleaning. Yes, it was totally for the sake of cleanliness and not for Grausam's perverted tendencies.

Of course he could fit multiple toes into his mouth but Georgine only had ten so Grausam wanted to savor the feeling for as long as possible, before his Lady decided that they were clean enough.

Taking the big toe into his mouth once more, Grausam couldn't help but letting his mind wander. How good it would feel to take out his painfully hard cock and let it rub along Georgine's feet. Obviously he would never dare to sully her feet like this but a man could dream - especially when he was already so close to climaxing. The power of Georgine's feet was not to be underestimated.

"Enough!" Georgine eventually ordered, withdrawing her foot out of Grausam's mouth and instead shoving her second one in Grausam's face.

Oh, how happy Grausam was that he had cleaned Georgine's feet well enough for her not to punish him. Although the switching of feet did mean that he was already half done.

At least there was the prospect of a reward to look forward to after a job well done.

Doing his best, Grausam serviced Georgine's second feet until his Lady once again withdrew it.

"You did well cleaning. Does my most loyal and obedient servant wish for a reward?" Georgine's voice was low, tempting Grausam to just come in his underwear right then and there.

"Yes, please, Lady Georgine. Reward this perverted, helpless retainer of yours that cannot think of anything but servicing you!!" Grausam panted in response, being completely honest about his desires.

In response, Georgine laughed, sending another shiver down Grausam's spine.

"Please!" Grausam had to bite back a moan as he begged of his Lady.

"My, what am I going to do with you?" Georgine's words made Grausam dizzy. She was his own version of Trug.

Finally, Georgine's right foot moved again, going for Grausam's painful clothed erection. Immediately, Grausam started bucking his hips, trying to get any friction. But in response, Georgine stopped moving. 

Grausam knew that was his fault, so he quickly attempted to make amendments. "Ah! I am so sorry Lady Georgine! My body acted on its own! I will stop moving!"

"Good boy," Georgine spoke with a smirk, finally moving again. 

Just those words made Grausam see the towering stairway call for him; he really couldn't go on for much longer.

Continuing to smile in a way that made Georgine so handsome, she started using her big toe to rub over the head of Grausam's erection. Her other toes were placed on the shaft of Grausam's cock, giving the foot the necessary support it needed.

Georgine had barely moved her feet up and down a few times when Grausam already could feel his vision go blank.

Groaning loudly, Grausam's whole body spasmed, tons of backed up semen escaping him. Quickly his crotch had gotten completely soaked and Georgine's toe wet as well.

"What a shame, it seems you need to clean them again."

Grausam was still in the middle of his post-orgasm, but if Georgine needed him then there was no time for rest. He would truly do anything for his lady.

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Ferdinand still could not believe that Rozemyne had come to his rescue in Ahrensbach's foundation hall by taking over Ahrensbach's foundation.

At first, Rozemyne had claimed that she only felt family affection for Ferdinand, which Ferdinand was more than fine with, but recently things had turned out better than Ferdinand could have ever dreamed of. Rozemyne had realized that she had romantic feelings for Ferdinand and thus the atmosphere between the two had completely changed. While Rozemyne still charged ahead without thinking much, she now got embarrassed and started to blush when in the vicinity of Ferdinand.

As for Ferdinand, he was fighting a battle of his own which finally came to an end today. Earlier in the day, he and Rozemyne had their Starbind Ceremony and tonight it came time for their [wedding night] as Rozemyne called it.

Ferdinand had Justus wash him more carefully than ever, making sure that every part of his body was sparkling clean. Of course, Justus used the finest Rinsham scent for Ferdinand's hair, making sure Rozemyne's nostrils would also have an amazing experience.

While Ferdinand had not completed his gentleman's education at the Royal Academy, he had made sure to get himself educated by Justus in advance so he would not make any mistakes. Despite being educated by none other than Justus, Ferdinand still felt quite embarrassed and scandalized about talking over winter related matters. He truly hoped that Rozemyne would be taking the lead tonight.

Since Rozemyne was the archduke and Ferdinand the consort, it was him that waited in their shared chambers for Rozemyne to appear. 

Dressed in only a pair of light robes, Ferdinand could hear his own heart pound, anxiously waiting for Rozemyne to finally arrive.

When Rozemyne did eventually enter, Ferdinand was stunned - but not for the reasons one might think. For some reason, Rozemyne was carrying one of the divine instruments with her - Geduldh's chalice to be precise. To top it off, she wore a thick white dress instead of the type of nightdress usually worn when Beischmacht was about to be invited. 

Acting like her get up was the most normal thing in the world, Rozemyne dismissed her retainers before climbing on the bed, still holding onto the chalice that looked so out of place here.

"...Rozemyne?" Ferdinand couldn't help letting his confusion leak through in his voice. Although if he wasn't so nervous, he would have definitely been able to hide it.

"Hehe, hello Ferdinand. Why do you look so confused? We are going to call winter, right?" Rozemyne asked, looking far too enthusiastic compared to her usual shy self when it came to romance.

She sounds so self-confident. Did she practice with someone? No, she is still dyed in my mana.

…although that would not exclude her name-sworn retainers. No, Rozemyne wouldn't do something like this. It must be knowledge she has from her previous life.

Once Ferdinand had won his mental argument, he looked Rozemyne into the eyes again, getting lost in the beauty of them.

Registering that Rozemyne was speaking, Ferdinand was drawn back to reality and out of his trance. "-so where is your sword, Ferdinand?" 

Rozemyne asked so non-chalantly, that Ferdinand couldn't help but shout, "You are far too shameless, fool!"

In response, Rozemyne only looked confused; which she had all the right to be considering Ferdinand's sudden outburst. 

"Sorry, I know we are here to call winter so it is only right that you get to see my sword, but I was just taken aback by your abruptness," Ferdinand confessed, hoping to clear up the awkward mood. Yet, that only confused Rozemyne further.

"Hm, yours? Are you going to use your Schtappe and not Ewigeliebe's divine instrument? I didn't know that worked too."

Now it was Ferdinand's turn to be the one who was confused. Did Rozemyne not want to see his sword? And instead get it over with, with another object?

Ferdinand couldn't help but feel hurt. "Is my sword not good enough…?"

"Hm, no! Of course I want to summon winter with your sword! Look, I even have my chalice ready!" While speaking, Rozemyne thrust Geduldh's divine instrument right in front of the space between her and Ferdinand.

Slowly, Ferdinand was beginning to understand what was going on.

Suppressing a chuckle, Ferdinand began to explain, "Rozemyne, the chalice that is used in winter, is an euphemism for your own chalice."

"My own?" Rozemyne still didn't get it.

Blushing, Ferdinand began to further his explanation, "Your body part in your lower half that all women are born with…"

"Ah!" Rozemyne shouted in realization. At the same time, the blood started to drain from her face. "Wait, you are going to thrust a sword in there?! Won't that hurt and bleed a lot?"

Patiently, Ferdinand began to explain, "I have been told it only bleeds the first time and the pain should also go away if prepared properly." Ferdinand really was glad that he had asked Justus for advice; or else he would have not known what to say here.

"Urgh, blood," Rozemyne visibly cringed. She had always been bad with blood, so her reaction was to be expected. "Can we at least start with a small sword? Like a dagger maybe?"

Now that, Justus had not prepared Ferdinand for. Nervously, Ferdinand looked down on himself, his eyes landing on his crotch. "I have been told that my sword is above average in size so I will not be able to fulfill your request-"

All of a sudden, Rozemyne's eyes widened again. "Wait, your sword? Don't tell me that is another euphemism for something?"

"You thought I was talking about a literal sword?! What are you? A fool?!" Ferdinand shouted in exasperation. He couldn't believe who he had fallen for.

"Ngh, sorry…"

After a moment of awkward silence, Rozemyne spoke up again. "So, uh, does sword refer to your penis then?"

Ferdinand had to hold back the urge to give Rozemyne's cheeks a good kneading. How could she just casually say such shameless words?

Averting his gaze, his blush back on, Ferdinand responded with, "yes."

"Phew, I am so glad that it is just that. I was seriously worried for a moment here. Should we start over? I kind of ruined the mood…" Rozemyne muttered. It was clear that she was feeling bad about the misunderstanding that she had caused.

"Please do," Ferdinand responded. He was trying to make this a night Rozemyne would never forget after all - in a positive sense and not how it was right now.

Ferdinand had thought Rozemyne would just start the conversation anew with a simple cough, but no, she actually left the bed. Furthermore, she even closed the curtains hanging from the canopy of the bed, meaning Ferdinand could not even see her.

But the rustling sound from outside the bed confirmed that Rozemyne had at least not left.

And indeed, moments later, the curtains to the bed were opened again and Rozemyne appeared. With no divine instrument in her hand, Rozemyne climbed onto the bed. She was practically crawling towards Ferdinand, meaning Ferdinand even got a view of her cleavage - instantly he could feel himself getting hard.

Once Rozemyne had arrived face to face with Ferdinand, she whispered into his ear. "Now then, my Ewigeliebe, please stab my chalice with your sword!"

And that, Ferdinand did not need to be told twice.

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Elvira had always been close to her oldest son, Eckhart, but when he entered the Royal Academy and managed to enter Lord Ferdinand's service, the two became even closer. Whenever Eckhart returned from the Royal Academy, Elvira would have a mass of tea parties with him, all centering around Ferdinand and the stories Eckhart had to tell about him. Of course, Elvira compensated Eckhart for all the information he delivered - money Eckhart would use to prepare for his many knights expeditions he did together with Ferdinand and Justus. 

After Ferdinand graduated, Ferdinand had joined the Knight's Order and became its new Captain whereas Eckhart was impatiently waiting to finally graduate as well, so he could join Ferdinand. Elvira too, was waiting, as Eckhart being in the Knight's Order would mean more things and stories to learn about Ferdinand. It was so good to have someone in her family that understood Elvira since her husband and other two sons did not.

The first tragedy struck when Aub Ehrenfest, Adelbert, climbed the Towering Stairway and Ehrenfest's Chaoscipher made so many attempts on Ferdinand's life that he was subsequently forced to withdraw into the temple.

The temple… Just how cruel was it for Ferdinand to land there?

And sometimes Elvira's thoughts wandered, considering what kinds of things apparently went on in the temple - Ferdinand was an adult man by now after all.

Was Ferdinand falling victim to lust?

Elvira and Eckhart had barely gotten around to accepting that Ferdinand was truly staying in the temple forever, when the next tragedy struck.

Heidemarie - someone who Elvira liked a lot for her admiration of Ferdinand and her suitable personality for Eckhart - and her unborn child died due to poisoning.

Combined with the fact that Ferdinand was still in the temple, Eckhart was hit extremely hard by the death of his unborn child and wife.

Elvira had been incredibly worried for her son, fearing that he would take his life out of despair. She visited him often at his new living quarters in the Knight's quarter while insisting he came over once a week to the Linkberg Estate for a tea party.

During one of these tea parties, Elvira had been once again trying to get Eckhart to engage in a conversation, steering the topic towards Ferdinand - their one shared passion - when she accidentally blurted out the thoughts that had been crossing her mind on occasion.

"Do you think Lord Ferdinand partakes in flower offerings?"

"Huh?" By the time Elvira realized what she had just said out loud, Eckhart's face had already morphed into one of shock.

Well, at least he reacted. But it comes at the price of Eckhart probably not wanting to see me ever again.

Yet to Elvira's surprise, Eckhart didn't look at her in disgust, no, he actually seemed curious.

"...you have thought about that too, Mother?" Eckhart said.

Why was I worried? Eckhart is my son after all.

Her face turning into a smile, Elvira responded, "Yes. My apologies for being such a shameful person."

Now it was Eckhart's turn to confess something, "You are not the only shameful one, Mother. I keep on imagining that Lord Ferdinand actually prefers gray priests and that he will grow tired of them soon and will call for me instead. I have been keeping myself ready."

As if Eckhart had forgotten that the person in front of him was his very own mother, he started shifting in his seat awkwardly, blushing heavily. Elvira too seemed to have forgotten where she was and what she was initially trying to achieve, as she began one-upping Eckhart.

"Well, I am imagining that he will call on me instead because the shrine maidens are too young for his taste! And while I imagine that, I stimulate my own chalice! It is not like Karstedt has paid me any attention in years."

Now that Eckhart couldn't trump or could he?

"I stimulate my sword and hole too at the imagination of being used by Lord Ferdinand as a gray priest. In fact I am so hard right now just from talking about my imagination of Lord Ferdinand finally calling winter with me!" Eckhart proudly declared, getting out of his chair abruptly, causing it to loudly fall over.

Eckhart took a step to the side, so he was directly standing in front of the still sitting Elvira. Elvira couldn't keep her eyes from darting over to the very obvious tent in Eckhart's pants.

Eckhart looked his mother into the eyes and just nodded.

As all thoughts were thrown out the window earlier, Elvira reached out her hand to touch the bulge in Eckhart's pants.

Once she had gotten her good feel of Eckhart's erection, Elvira commented in awe. "It's so big, although I am sure, Lord Ferdinand is even larger and girthier." 

That statement drew an audible moan out of Eckhart. He nodded viciously in agreement, "Mh, yes, I have been practicing so hard to be able to take Lord Ferdinand's length into my mouth and hole."

Spurred on by Eckhart's confession, Elvira freed his erection from the tight constraints of the pants. 

Seeing the dick in all its glory, Elvira decided to confess something. "Myy~ You are even bigger than your Father. You will be great practice for when it is time to finally get taken by Lord Ferdinand." 

Elvira licked her lips seductively, casting waschen on her left hand. With her hand now being somewhat lubricated, Elvira began stroking Eckhart's member, all while imagining this was Ferdinand. Well, a Ferdinand that was hit by a magic potion that made his sword a few centimeters smaller.

"Lord Ferdinand," Eckhart moaned in response to the handjob he was receiving from his own mother. It seemed, he too was lost in the world of fantasy.

Elvira only recalled memories of her disliking giving Karstedt handjobs but now that she was giving it to the imaginary Ferdinand, it felt good enough to make her even wetter than she already was.

Moans filled the room as Eckhart, no, Ferdinand seemed to be getting closer to his climax. Elvira liked to imagine that she was the first woman Ferdinand ever experienced.

About a minute later, Eckhart weirdly tensed up and a fountain of sperm erupted over Elvira's hand.

Now the only noise in the room was heavy breathing. Neither Eckhart nor Elvira dared to say a word, as both perhaps began realizing what they had just done. 

Eventually it was Eckhart that broke the silence. 

"That felt amazing, Mother. Let's do it again!"

Eckhart smiled.

This was the first smile Eckhart had shed ever since Heidemarie and their unborn child had passed away. Elvira felt herself smile in response, happy that her son was finally feeling better.

"Indeed. For next time I will find a way so you can be the one experiencing Lord Ferdinand's sword," she promised.

"I am looking forward to it!" Eckhart enthusiastically replied.

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Sitting happily in her library, Rozemyne was reading in bliss when one of her retainers suddenly took her book away, informing her that it was time for dinner.

Is it this late already? I just started reading!

But no matter how much Rozemyne protested her point, her retainers insisted that it was actually dinner time.

And so, Rozemyne reluctantly went to the dinner table - although excitement was building up in her since she could see her husband, Ferdinand, again, who had had likewise been spending the past hours indulging in his favorite hobby.

However, to Rozemyne's surprise, neither Ferdinand nor his retainers were present. Normally, they would always be here before Rozemyne; Ferdinand's laboratory was closer to the dining hall after all. Even after more time passed, Ferdinand still had not shown up, which led to Rozemyne heading directly to his laboratory in order to find out what the holdup was.

"Lady Rozemyne!!" Ferdinand's retainers greeted Rozemyne with desperate eyes.

Evidently, this was another case of Ferdinand locking himself up in his laboratory.

"Ferdiiinand, I thought we were past this stage," Rozemyne spoke into the magic tool to Ferdinand's hidden room. It had been forever since an incident like this last occurred, so Rozemyne truly was confused about what had caused this.

In return, Ferdinand's voice came out of the magic tool. "My apologies Rozemyne, but I need to skip dinner tonight. I will see you tomorrow for breakfast." Ferdinand clearly sounded distraught and he was somewhat apologetic but still, Rozemyne was not about to let this fly.

"You can return to whatever important research you are on later, you are going to get out now for dinner!" Just as Rozemyne had finished her 'order', the door to Ferdinand's hidden room suddenly opened a slight bit. Before Rozemyne could realize what was happening, a hand appeared from the small gap and pulled Rozemyne into the hidden room.

"Bwuh?!" Rozemyne instinctively yelled in surprise.

"Do not shout like this, it is unsightly." A voice that Rozemyne knew very well, scolded her.

"Ferdinand-" Rozemyne was about to voice her relief when her eyes met Ferdinand's but she quickly realized something was off.

"Are you pregnant?" Rozemyne couldn't believe it herself but on Ferdinand's usual body was a bulging belly.

Apparently Rozemyne's observation wasn't entirely correct as Ferdinand immediately retaliated in anger. "No, you fool!"

"Then, uh, what is that then? You didn't look like this at breakfast," Rozemyne noted. Ferdinand's stomach was completely flat back then.

"...a potion accident. I was researching something related to changing elements and ended up like this." Despite Ferdinand explaining what happened, Rozemyne still didn't exactly understand what really had transpired.

"So, what exactly does this mean? Like will you forever be stuck with a [beer belly] or will it go away after a bit?" asked Rozemyne.

Rozemyne had expected Ferdinand to finally explain, but no he continued to act all cryptic. "Neither…"

Ahh, I don't understand! Why is Ferdinand being so evasive?!

In response to Ferdinand's vague answer, Rozemyne cocked her head to the side, waiting for Ferdinand to elaborate already.

Finally, after a multiple minute long stare-off, Ferdinand continued his explanation, but not before letting out an audible sigh.

"...from my current examination it seems that I grew egg like feystone in my stomach-"

"You wha-?!" Rozemyne shouted in disbelief. A lot of things have happened to her since awakening her memories in this fantasy land but this one took the cake for sure. They were mammals, not fish.

Ferdinand looked quite hurt from Rozemyne's surprise. "That's why I did not want to tell you and wanted to wait until I had resolved the issue."

Immediately, Rozemyne drew Ferdinand into a hug and began explaining herself.

"Ferdinand, that's not it. I was just surprised, not disgusted-"

"Really?" Ferdinand muttered, still enjoying the warm embrace.

Ever being the problem solving oriented person, Rozemyne asked, "Yes. Now, how can I help you get rid of these eggs? Do we need to perform a [c-section]?"

"I am not sure I understand what you are referring to but I have another idea. However, it might be too crude for you to hear…" Ferdinand clearly hesitated to explain.

"Like what? That you have to shit them out?" Rozemyne casually answered, causing Ferdinand to look at her in disdain.

"Rozemyne, language," Ferdinand grumbled, before coughing awkwardly, "But yes, I would need to get them out through my anus."

Rozemyne ignored Ferdinand's complaint and instead continued her line of questions. "So have you started pushing yet?"

Ferdinand hesitated for a moment before he began to explain, "...I was trying to set that up when you arrived."

Without missing a beat, Rozemyne went, "Then let's continue."

Ferdinand took another look at Rozemyne's face and then glanced down to his swollen stomach. "Are you sure you want to watch that?"

"Ferdinand, I regularly have your sword in me. This is nothing for me. Come on, get undressed and lie on the bench," Rozemyne ordered, gently tugging on Ferdinand's arm.

Clearly reluctant, Ferdinand took off his robes, leaving himself in nothing but his underwear.

"Underwear too, Ferdinand," Rozemyne quickly said.

"Yes…" Ferdinand muttered, giving in to his wife.

Now with no underwear, Ferdinand came face to face with Rozemyne. The latter could clearly see his swollen stomach and flaccid penis.

His ears tinged red in shame and embarrassment, Ferdinand casted a waschen on himself before laying down on the comfortable bench.

Carefully, Rozemyne hovered over Ferdinand's naked body, her hand affectionately stroking over his stomach.

"Woah, I can feel the eggs inside you," Rozemyne exclaimed in awe.

That got a moan out of Ferdinand. Was it Rozemyne's words or her hands? Who knew?

As Rozemyne continued to stroke over Ferdinand's belly, trying to trace the outline of every egg she could find, she soon felt an erection pressing into her.

"Now start pushing, I will give you a reward once you have all of them out," Rozemyne whispered the last part, directly eyeing Ferdinand's hard sword.

Ferdinand let out a groan in response, his hips convulsing as he began pushing.

"I can see the first egg! Keep pushing, Ferdinand!" Rozemyne shouted in excitement as she saw something white peaking out of Ferdinand's asshole.

Spurred on by Rozemyne's enthusiasm, Ferdinand soon had birthed the first egg, which Rozemyne quickly took into her hand.

"It's so warm and wet. I can't believe that has just been in you," Rozemyne stated her observations out loud.

"Roz- You are-" Ferdinand couldn't even finish scolding his beloved wife as another jolt of pain and pleasure left him unable to form coherent words. The next egg was here and ready to depart from Ferdinand's behind.

Rozemyne drew Ferdinand into a kiss, completely ignoring the complaint, trying to ease the pain as much as possible for Ferdinand.

As Ferdinand pushed out egg after egg, each accompanied by a loud moan, his stomach bulge became significantly smaller.

Finally, it seemed that his stomach was back to normal. Testing her observation, Rozemyne touched all over Ferdinand's stomach again, and indeed, she did not feel a single egg left. The last one must have been the one currently trying to escape his ass.

"Ferdinand! I think this is the last one."

In response to Rozemyne's enthusiasm, Ferdinand could merely make some incomprehensible sounds.

"You are doing so good!" Rozemyne shouted, like she was a husband motivating her wife during childbirth.

While Ferdinand groaned and moaned, Rozemyne cheered him on.

As the last egg was pushed out of Ferdinand's hole, he threw his head back with a heated moan all while his stomach was painted white from the orgasm that he was currently experiencing.

Rozemyne affectionately stroked Ferdinand's head, waiting for him to recover, all while holding the eggs in her lap like they were her babies.

"Look, Ferdinand, you birthed ten eggs! I am so proud of you. You are like a mother now!"

Hearing those last words from Rozemyne, Ferdinand snapped back to reality.

"I am not! Stop touching them!!" Ferdinand grumbled, as he pushed Rozemyne away and hastily casted a waschen on him and Rozemyne.

"Aww," Rozemyne pouted in response.

"Don't be like that. Also, give me the eggs back now!" Ferdinand yelled. How could he be this mean after just coming?

"But you made ten! Can't I at least keep some?" protested Rozemyne

"For what do you even want to keep them?" Ferdinand was clearly sceptical what motivated his wife here.

"They are eggs aren't they? I am sure that since they were made by you, they are so much more delicious! I want to eat an Ferdinand [Oyakodon], a Ferdinand sunny-side egg, a Ferdinand omelette, a Ferdinand-"

Rozemyne could not even finish listing all her dish ideas, before Ferdinand had already started pulling her cheeks.

"Absolutely not, you fool! You will not eat my eggs!! Now give them back!"

"Noooo!" Rozemyne wailed but it was too late as Ferdinand had used force to get them out of her hands.