Chapter 470: The Jorailian Regency & The Final Extraction of Kenneth

Morning sunlight glinted off the white marble balustrade of the Steele Manor terrace as Archmage Alaric Steele rose from the breakfast table, folding the purple-sealed dispatch from the capital of the Unified Jorailian Empire into his coat pocket.

Before he could take two steps toward the arched doorway leading down to the subterranean teleportation vault, two pairs of warm, soft hands caught him by both arms.

To his left stood his mother, Matriarch Lyra Steele, her long, straight blonde hair cascading down her back like liquid gold and her deep blue eyes fixed on him with a mix of maternal fondness and unmistakable possessive heat. To his right stood her sister, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, tossing her wild, curly blonde hair over her shoulder as her exotic purple eyes narrowed playfully at her nephew.

“And just where do you think you are going by yourself, young man?” Matriarch Lyra Steele asked, stepping close enough that the lush, heavy globes of her massive breasts pressed warmly against Alaric’s left arm through her crimson silk gown. “You told us to stay here at the manor while you go to the Jorailian capital and Azure Fortress? Have you forgotten that your aunt and I are the core commanders of Azure Fortress alongside Archmage Maelis?”

Aunt Cassandra Galanis slid her strong, toned arm around Alaric’s waist, resting her palm squarely on his muscular hip as her curvy thighs brushed against his leg. “More to the point, Alaric, you were gone from the kingdom for six months! The past five days at the manor were wonderful, yes, but with Fiora, Griselda, Kara, and Ulriya all crowding onto the bed every hour of the day and night, your mother and I have not had a single afternoon with you just to ourselves!”

Sitting at the breakfast table with little Aurelius on her lap, Cousin Fiora Galanis laughed softly, her emerald eyes twinkling as she looked at her mother Cassandra and her aunt Lyra. “Look at Mother and Aunt Lyra pulling rank on us, Griselda! Yesterday they told us that elders should be generous and share, and today they are abducting him before he even reaches the stairs!”

Princess Griselda Steele smiled warmly behind her porcelain cup, giving Alaric an encouraging nod. “Fiora and I still need another day to digest the last of the spirit marrow you gave us, Alaric, and little Aurelius wants to watch the colts in the paddock. Take Mother and Aunt Cassandra with you to Jorailia and Azure Fortress.”

Alaric looked down at the two breathtaking blonde sisters clinging to his arms—the two women who had stood beside him since his earliest days in Eloriath, long before he ever wore the crown of a hidden sovereign or commanded armies of tens of thousands.

In truth, amidst all the imperial consorts, sect elders, and merchant queens he had conquered across the eastern sea, the warm, familiar embrace of his mother Lyra and his fiery aunt Cassandra still held the deepest place in his heart.

“Who said I was planning to leave the two of you behind for long?” Alaric chuckled, wrapping his left arm around Matriarch Lyra Steele’s narrow waist and his right arm around Aunt Cassandra Galanis’s impossibly curvy hips. “In fact, Ondine and Maelis won’t be expecting us at the palace until late afternoon. Which gives the three of us six hours before we even step onto the spatial gate.”

Matriarch Lyra Steele’s blue eyes darkened with instant, sultry delight, a rich blush rising up her fair throat. “Six hours, just the three of us?”

“The private mineral grotto behind the east wing is locked,” Aunt Cassandra Galanis purred, her purple eyes flashing with shameless hunger as she tugged Alaric’s sleeve toward the private garden archway. “Come on, Sister Lyra—let Fiora and Griselda watch the horses today while we remind my nephew who spoiled him first!”

Laughing softly as his mother and his aunt practically dragged him down the colonnaded walkway, Alaric stepped with them into the secluded, glass-domed mineral grotto at the rear of Steele Manor, locking the heavy oak doors and activating a “Sound-Severed Void Ward” across the stone archway.

Inside the grotto, natural geothermal water fed a wide, sunken pool of polished white marble surrounded by thick velvet daybeds and blooming night-jasmine vines. Warm steam drifted across the water, carrying the sweet floral scent of the vines.

The moment the oak door clicked shut, Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis turned toward him in unison.

Neither sister wasted a single breath on shyness.

Lyra reached behind her back and unfastened the golden hooks of her crimson gown, letting the heavy silk slide down over her wide hips and pool at her ankles. Right beside her, Cassandra stripped off her azure martial tunic and kicked off her sandals, leaving both blonde sisters standing bare and radiant on the warm marble tiles in front of him.

Even after seeing so many peerless beauties across two continents, the sight of Lyra and Cassandra standing naked side by side made Alaric’s blood roar in his veins and his shaft harden into an iron bar against his trousers.

Though they were sisters who shared the same golden-blonde hair and snow-white skin, their voluptuous figures had their own distinct, maddening allure. Matriarch Lyra Steele was the picture of ripe, regal maternal abundance: her long, straight golden hair framed a pair of huge, heavy, teardrop-shaped breasts tipped with wide, rose-pink areolas and stiff nipples, while her narrow waist curved out into broad, fertile hips and a pair of plush, full buttocks that jiggled softly with every breath she took. Aunt Cassandra Galanis, by contrast, had long, wild golden curls and a tall, fierce warrior’s build—her stomach flat and toned, her legs long and shapely, her massive breasts sitting high and firm on her chest, and her round, bubble-shaped buttocks curving outward with an athletic tightness that begged to be gripped and spanked.

“Look at the way you are staring at your mother and your aunt, my love,” Matriarch Lyra Steele whispered in her rich, velvet voice, stepping forward and dropping smoothly to her knees on the soft rug before him while Cassandra knelt right beside her.

With four soft, manicured hands working together, the two sisters unbuttoned Alaric’s black noble coat, pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, and pulled his trousers down his muscular legs.

As his massive, heavily veined cock sprang free—thick, throbbing, and glistening at the swollen purple tip—both Lyra and Cassandra let out simultaneous, throaty sighs of admiration.

“Six months across the sea, and I swear this monster has grown even thicker and hotter,” Aunt Cassandra Galanis murmured, her purple eyes shining with raw lust as she wrapped her warm fingers around the base of his shaft and pressed a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the underside.

“Stop talking with an empty mouth, Cassandra,” Matriarch Lyra Steele purred, leaning forward so her long, straight blonde hair brushed Alaric’s thighs as she opened her full red lips and engulfed the swollen head of his cock in her hot, wet mouth.

“Mmph…” Alaric groaned deep in his chest, resting one large hand atop his mother’s golden head and the other in his aunt’s golden curls.

For twenty minutes on the warm marble floor beside the pool, Lyra and Cassandra worshiped his shaft with a devotion that only the two women who loved him beyond all boundaries of blood and law could offer. Lyra sucked deeply on the upper half of his length, her soft tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge of the head, while Cassandra licked and sucked at his heavy testicles and the thick veins along his shaft—before the two sisters pressed their soft cheeks together, taking turns swallowing him to the root and pressing all four of their massive, bare breasts around his cock to slide him up and down through a slick, oiled valley of warm flesh!

Looking down at his mother’s blue eyes and his aunt’s purple eyes gazing up at him with breathless adoration from between his legs, Alaric reached down and hauled both sisters up by their arms, throwing them onto the wide velvet daybed beside the steaming pool.

He positioned Matriarch Lyra Steele on her back in the center of the velvet cushions, spreading her warm, plush thighs wide, while Aunt Cassandra Galanis lay right beside her sister, throwing one long, toned leg over Lyra’s hip so that their two soaking-wet, pink pussies were presented side by side just inches apart.

“Take me first, my darling,” Lyra begged softly, reaching her arms up for him as her massive breasts heaved on her chest. “Put your cock deep inside me…”

Alaric dropped down between Lyra’s thighs, braced his forearms beside her shoulders, and drove his thick, rock-hard shaft straight to the hilt inside his mother’s tight, scalding-hot pussy in a single, powerful stroke!

“Haaaah! Ohhh, Alaric!”

Lyra’s back bowed upward off the velvet cushions, her eyes rolling back as the sheer, stretching fullness of his length filled every inch of her aching core. Her inner walls, drenched with hot juices, clamped down around his shaft in a greedy, rhythmic squeeze as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and pulled his head down into a deep, tongue-tangling kiss.

Alaric began fucking his mother with long, heavy, unhurried thrusts, savoring the lush, pillowy softness of her mature body beneath him. With his left hand, he cupped and kneaded Lyra’s huge, bouncing breast, rolling her hard nipple between his fingers; with his right hand, he reached three inches over to Aunt Cassandra Galanis—cupping Cassandra’s firm, heavy breast first before sliding his palm down over Cassandra’s flat stomach to plunge two thick fingers deep into Cassandra’s dripping-wet pussy while he pounded into Lyra!

“Ahhh! Yes! Both of us together!” Aunt Cassandra Galanis moaned aloud, arching her curvy hips against Alaric’s pumping fingers while she turned her head to kiss her sister Lyra’s flushed cheek and suck on Lyra’s other bouncing nipple.

The wet, rhythmic slapping of Alaric’s hips against Lyra’s plush thighs echoed off the glass dome of the grotto, mixing with the breathless moans of the two blonde sisters. When Lyra cried out in a shuddering, gushing climax that left her tight passage spasming around his cock, Alaric pulled out of her drenched folds, flipped Aunt Cassandra Galanis onto her hands and knees right next to her gasping sister, and slammed his glistening shaft balls-deep into Cassandra’s tight, athletic pussy from behind!

“Ohhh! Gods, yes! Spank me, Alaric!” Cassandra cried out, burying her face in the velvet cushions while lifting her firm, round buttocks high against his groin.

Alaric gripped Cassandra’s narrow waist with one hand and brought his other palm down in a firm, ringing smack across her bare, round ass cheek—making the lush flesh ripple and her inner walls clamp down like an iron fist around his cock as he pounded her relentlessly!

For four straight hours in the warm grotto, Alaric gave his mother and his aunt every ounce of the intimate attention they had craved for six months—switching back and forth between Lyra’s soft, enveloping heat and Cassandra’s fierce, tight grip, stacking the two sisters on top of each other so he could slide from one soaking pussy straight into the other, and filling both of their wombs overflowing with his scalding Beast Emperor seed until both blonde beauties lay curled against his chest in a blissful, trembling daze.

Only in the late afternoon, after washing together in the warm mineral pool and dressing in fresh, regal traveling cloaks of crimson and azure velvet, did Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis link their arms proudly through Alaric’s and descend into the subterranean vault to step through the regional spatial gate to the Unified Jorailian Empire.

When Alaric had triggered Contingency Omega during the demonic invasion months ago, Steele Manor and its surrounding valley had been transposed into the northern Dragon’s Spine Peaks, establishing the Duchy of the Azure Peaks with the colossal mountain citadel of Azure Fortress serving as both his military stronghold and the true seat of power overseeing the expanded Unified Jorailian Empire.

The moment the silver-violet spatial light cleared inside the top-floor royal command sanctum of Azure Fortress, the high-ranking women who governed Alaric’s western political, military, and arcane apparatus looked up from the circular white-marble map table and dropped immediately to one knee on the crimson carpet.

At the front knelt Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose, the breathtaking patrician widow whom Alaric had placed upon the regency throne of the Unified Jorailian Empire. Dressed in a formal imperial gown of royal purple velvet trimmed with white ermine fur that accentuated her narrow corseted waist, wide fertile hips, and huge, creamy breasts, Ondine gazed up at Alaric with dark, hungry eyes.

To her right knelt Vanguard Commander Archmage Maelis—the stunning Magic Martial Archmage clad in silver-blue battle plate molded tightly over her voluptuous chest and long legs—flanked by Royal Shield Archmage Priscilla in flowing golden-white silk robes and Phantom Assembly shadow-specialist Archmage Zylle Mordan in form-fitting dark obsidian leather.

Behind the four leaders knelt the twin lead artificer sisters, Iridelle and Natasha Noctua, alongside the three former haughty noblewomen of the Jorailian capital—Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch—who had once foolishly admired the rebel Kenneth before being subjugated by Alaric and assigned as Ondine’s personal palace secretaries.

“Welcome back to Jorailia and Azure Fortress, my Lord,” Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose said in her rich, velvety voice, rising gracefully as Alaric stepped forward to pull her into his arms.

Alaric claimed Ondine’s soft, full red lips in a deep, lingering kiss that left the Empress Regent flushing a delicate pink as her massive breasts pressed tight against his coat. Right behind her, Vanguard Commander Archmage Maelis, Royal Shield Archmage Priscilla, and Archmage Zylle Mordan each stepped up eagerly to receive their own passionate kisses from their Master, their powerful Archmage auras humming with joy at his touch.

As Ondine and Maelis parted from his lips, both women’s eyes widened in surprise as they looked at Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis standing proudly at Alaric’s sides.

“Lady Lyra… Lady Cassandra…” Archmage Maelis exclaimed, her bright eyes shining with martial admiration as she sensed the condensed golden and azure haloes of their newly achieved Early-Stage Grandmaster Martialist cultivation! “Just a week ago when we sparred in the courtyard, both of you were at the Late-Stage Grand Martialist tier! You broke through to the Grandmaster realm in five days?!”

Aunt Cassandra Galanis grinned, resting a hand on her curvy hip as she tossed her golden curls. “Alaric brought back three-thousand-year-old immortal sect spirit marrow from the Eastern Continent, Maelis—and trust me, he isn’t finished boosting us yet!”

Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose smiled warmly, gesturing toward the massive, rune-locked vault doors at the rear of the sanctum where Iridelle and Natasha Noctua stood holding golden tally-tablets.

“Then our timing could not be better, my Lord,” Ondine said, linking her arm through Alaric’s other side opposite Lyra. “Over the past six months, while you were conquering the eastern borderlands, Maelis, Priscilla, Zylle, and I did not sit idle on the throne. Following your orders before you left, we mobilized every legion of the Unified Jorailian Empire, the Kingdom of Strathmore, and the reclaimed territories of old Eloriath to gather every high-grade cultivation resource on the Western Continent into the Great Astral Vault!”

Iridelle Noctua stepped forward, her intelligent eyes glinting behind her spectacles as she tapped her projection tablet. “Open the vault doors, Natasha. Let our Lord see what six months of continental monopoly looks like.”

Heavy bronze gears groaned as the thirty-foot doors of the Great Astral Vault swung open, revealing a cavernous chamber carved directly into the peak of the Dragon’s Spine mountain and lined with twelve containment arrays.

Even Alaric’s eyebrows rose in genuine appreciation as a tidal wave of dense, multi-colored elemental mana and golden divine light rolled out of the vault!

Stacked in neat, towering rows across the marble floor of the vault was the accumulated wealth of an entire continent:

In the eastern quadrant sat forty thousand high-purity Demon-Lord Core Crystals and purified Abyssal Soul-Gems, harvested by Archmage Maelis’s legions as they systematically wiped out the remaining demonic strongholds across old Eloriath and purified by Saintess Ceanna Paxton’s clerics into spotless orbs of raw vitality.

In the western quadrant sat the emptied royal treasuries of Jorailia, Strathmore, and the subjugated noble houses—mountains of Millennium Elemental Crystals, Dragon-Blood Coral, Sun-Gold Marrow, and Wind-Thunder Roc Feathers collected as imperial tribute by Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose.

And floating at the very center of the Great Astral Vault, suspended inside a sixty-foot sphere of golden runic light designed by Iridelle and Natasha Noctua, was a miniature sun of pure, liquid-gold Condensed Faith Energy—accumulated from six months of fanatical daily prayers offered by Saintess Ceanna Paxton’s five thousand Pure Maiden Holy Temple disciples across every temple and city in the western kingdoms!

“My Lord,” Royal Shield Archmage Priscilla breathed, her mature, voluptuous chest rising and falling beneath her golden robes as she looked at the glowing mountains of crystals. “We tried absorbing small portions of these purified Demon-Lord cores and Millennium Crystals on our own last month, but without a higher-order refining formation to harmonize the clashing elemental laws, even an Archmage risks Spiritual Core Trauma or Elemental Backlash.”

Alaric walked into the center of the Great Astral Vault, feeling the sixty-foot sphere of golden Faith Energy resonating directly with the Divine Harem God System inside his soul.

[System Notification: Massive Reservoir of Pure Faith Energy Detected (Source: Pure Maiden Holy Temple Network – 5,400 Fanatical Believers).]

[System Function Ready: “Divine Crucible: Bloodline Bestowal & Foundation Ascension” Can Be Activated at Zero Personal Stamina Cost Using Stored Faith Energy and Vault Resources!]

Alaric turned back toward Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose, Archmage Maelis, Archmage Priscilla, Archmage Zylle Mordan, and the artificer sisters Iridelle and Natasha.

“Priscilla is right—absorbing raw continental treasures piecemeal is a waste of their potential,” Alaric said, waving his right hand to bring out the remaining four spatial chests of eastern supreme-grade spirit stones and three tall jade jars of “Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow” from Azure Fall City to add to the center of the vault! “Send a quick spatial summons to Steele Manor so Fiora and Griselda can join the outer ring as well. Today, I am going to use my magic spells and the Divine Crucible to melt this entire six-month treasury down and push every single one of you to a new realm—starting with my mother and my aunt!”

Within ten minutes, Cousin Fiora Galanis and Princess Griselda Steele stepped through the internal manor gate with Kara and Ulriya, joining the circle inside the Great Astral Vault.

Alaric stood at the center of the vault beneath the floating golden sun of Faith Energy.

Dropping his coat to reveal his broad shoulders, Alaric unleashed the full, majestic power of his Level 69 Peak Archmage mana core. Five concentric rings of blazing elemental law—Fire, Ice, Wind, Earth, and Arcane Lightning—expanded sixty feet wide across the marble floor of the vault, interlocking with silver spatial runes to form a supreme refinement array:

“Nine-Sun Arcane Crucible Formation!”

WHOOOOSH!

Nine miniature suns of pure, golden-violet arcane fire ignited around the perimeter of the vault!

At Alaric’s mental command, ten thousand purified Demon-Lord Core Crystals, fifty crates of Millennium Elemental Crystals, the Sun-Gold Marrow, the Wind-Thunder Roc Feathers, and the three jade jars of eastern “Earth-Heart Spirit Marrow” lifted into the air and floated into the nine arcane suns!

Under the terrifying heat and precision of Alaric’s Peak Archmage spellcraft, the solid crystals, beast cores, and immortal marrow melted down in minutes—their impurities burned away into nothingness while their purest life-force and elemental laws fused with the sixty-foot sphere of golden Faith Energy overhead!

“Divine Crucible: Bloodline Bestowal & Realm Ascension—Descend!”

Alaric raised both hands and brought them down toward the kneeling circle of his women, directing the thickest, richest twin torrents of golden-crimson and azure-violet divine essence straight into the bodies of Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis first!

“Ahhh—!”

Lyra and Cassandra gasped in unison as the concentrated wealth of two continents and five thousand believers poured through their pores and straight into their Dantians!

Around Matriarch Lyra Steele’s golden-haired figure, the Sun-Gold Marrow and Faith Energy fused with her “Solar Empress Ascension Breath”, manifesting a dazzling, thirty-foot phantom of a Golden-Crowned Solar Phoenix whose wings radiated a true, regal Domain foundation!

Beside her, around Aunt Cassandra Galanis’s curvy warrior frame, the Wind-Thunder Roc Feathers and eastern spirit marrow surged into her “Azure Sovereign Gale Method” and “Surging Dragon Breath”, awakening a roaring, thirty-foot Azure Storm-Dragon Garuda phantom that tore the air of the vault into screaming wind-blades!

BOOM! BOOM!

Twin shockwaves of transcendent martial pressure erupted across the Great Astral Vault!

Skip-stepping straight across the Middle and Late stages of the Grandmaster realm under the overwhelming flood of the Divine Crucible, both Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis shattered the mortal ceiling and ascended directly into the Early-Stage Martial King realm!

Right behind her mother and aunt, Cousin Fiora Galanis absorbed the dragon-blood coral stream into her “Imperial Dragon Heart”, surging from Peak Grand Martialist straight to Mid-Stage Grandmaster Martialist, while Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose and Princess Griselda Steele were elevated into Early-Stage Grandmaster powerhouses, and the maids Kara and Ulriya broke cleanly into the Grandmaster Mage tier!

Simultaneously, Alaric channeled the remaining ocean of purified Millennium Elemental Crystals and easternsupreme-grade spirit stones through his “Astral Core Expansion Spell” straight into his three battle Archmages: Archmage Maelis, Archmage Priscilla, and Archmage Zylle Mordan!

The mana cores inside Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan expanded and crystallized with blinding silver light, pushing all three women from the standard Archmage tier to the Peak Archmage threshold (Level 68–69)—turning his western command into an unstoppable fortress of three Peak Archmages and two newly minted Martial Kings!

When the golden light of the “Nine-Sun Arcane Crucible Formation” finally subsided, Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis opened their eyes, looking down at their glowing, snow-white hands as the terrifying, superhuman Domain power of the Martial King realm hummed smoothly inside their veins.

“Martial… Martial King?!” Aunt Cassandra Galanis breathed, her purple eyes wide with disbelief before she leaped to her feet and threw her arms around Alaric’s neck, kissing his face all over in wild excitement. “Alaric! Look at your mother and me! A year ago in Galanis House we were struggling as Master and Grand Martialists, and now you have made both of us true Martial Kings who can crush an entire army with a wave of our hands!”

Matriarch Lyra Steele stepped up and pressed her warm cheek against Alaric’s chest, her blue eyes shimmering with deep pride and overwhelming love as her newly awakened Solar Empress Domain wrapped gently around her son. “With this power, my darling, no demon lord or foreign emperor on either continent will ever dare look crookedly at Steele Manor again.”

Alaric smiled warmly, kissing his mother’s forehead and his aunt’s lips while accepting the worshipful gratitude of Ondine, Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan.

“Now that everyone’s foundation has been elevated,” Alaric said, his ruby eyes turning calm and cold as he glanced toward the dark stairway at the far corner of the fortress sanctum, “let us take a five-minute walk down to the seventh subterranean dungeon before we start our celebration banquet. It is time to close the book on Kenneth.”

“I will lead the way, Master,” Archmage Zylle Mordan said, her sleek, obsidian-eyed face hardening with professional precision. “And just as you requested via message, Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch are ready to accompany us.”

The three young Jorailian noblewomen—Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch, dressed in low-cut, figure-hugging court dresses that showed off their full breasts and shapely legs—stepped forward with cold, disdainful expressions at the mention of the man they had once naively admired during the Jorailian civil war, walking eagerly behind Alaric’s boots alongside Lyra, Cassandra, Ondine, and Maelis.

Five minutes later, the heavy black-iron blast doors of the seventh subterranean dungeon beneath Azure Fortress groaned open.

Inside the damp, circular stone cell lit by a single blue mana-flame hung Kenneth.

Six months ago, before Cousin Fiora Galanis defeated him in front of the army and Alaric shattered his rebellion, Kenneth had seen himself as the chosen protagonist of destiny—the holder of the Eternal Emperor System who was meant to conquer Queen Ondine Bellerose, claim the noble beauties of Jorailia, and rule the world.

Now, suspended by four profound-iron chains that pierced his collarbones and sealed his mana core, Kenneth was a gaunt, hollow-eyed husk covered in filth, his hair matted and his lips cracked. Six months of complete sensory isolation in the dark, combined with severe Soul and Consciousness Degradation from watching his system quests fail one after another, had reduced his mind to a flickering candle.

As the sound of footsteps echoed across the dungeon flagstones, Kenneth’s head twitched weakly upward.

Through his crusted eyelashes, he saw the regal purple velvet skirts of Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose—and right behind her, the familiar, beautiful faces of Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch!

A sudden, pathetic spark of delusion flared in Kenneth’s bloodshot eyes.

“Ondine… Kris… Tia… Gerda…” Kenneth croaked, his voice like dry gravel scraping over iron as he rattled his chains. “I knew it… My Eternal Emperor System told me my luck wasn’t dead… You… you finally tricked that bastard Alaric’s guards and came down to unlock my chains! Quick! In the neutral Crag-Tooth Mountains between Jorailia and the eastern coast… my system unlocked the beginner’s hidden ‘Imperial Origin Vault’ at coordinates Seven-North, Four-East under the Dual-Horn Peak… Help me escape there, and the Emperor’s Heritage inside that vault will make me a god! I will make all four of you my empresses!”

Standing beside Alaric, Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose looked at the raving prisoner as if looking at a maggot crawling in a gutter, while she deliberately leaned her head against Alaric’s shoulder and slid her hand down to stroke the front of Alaric’s trousers right in front of Kenneth’s eyes.

Behind her, Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch let out cold, mocking laughs.

“Make us your empresses?” Kris Nebe sneered, stepping forward to link her arm around Alaric’s left elbow and pressing her soft, heavy breasts against Alaric’s arm while glaring down at Kenneth in disgust. “Are you still dreaming in your own piss, Kenneth? The three of us came down here tonight only because our Master wanted us to watch him take out the trash before we crawl into his bed upstairs!”

Tia Kirstein and Gerda Weyrauch knelt down right at Alaric’s boots in front of the iron bars, kissing the toes of Alaric’s leather boots with flushed, worshipful faces before looking back at Kenneth with pure contempt. “Even being a footstool in Lord Alaric’s bedchamber is ten thousand times higher than being an empress to a pathetic, deluded worm like you!”

Kenneth froze in his chains.

Watching Ondine Bellerose rub her breasts against Alaric’s arm, watching Kris, Tia, and Gerda kiss Alaric’s boots like devoted slaves, and feeling the terrifying, newly ascended Martial King and Peak Archmage pressure radiating from Lyra, Cassandra, Maelis, and Zylle Mordan behind them, the last fragile thread of Kenneth’s sanity snapped with an audible pop inside his spiritual sea!

“No… no, they are my system targets… my harem…” Kenneth coughed up a mouthful of black blood as acute Soul and Consciousness Degradation ruptured his mind.

Alaric did not waste another second talking to a corpse.

Stepping up to the bars, Alaric extended his right hand alongside Archmage Zylle Mordan’s shadow-wreathed fingers.

“Soul-Sifting Void Extraction!”

A tendril of silver-black spatial and shadow mana pierced straight between Kenneth’s eyebrows, ripping the complete memory map, the spatial coordinates under Dual-Horn Peak, and the golden runic activation seal of the “Imperial Origin Vault” straight out of Kenneth’s crumbling consciousness—right before Alaric clenched his fist and shattered Kenneth’s mana core, his soul sea, and the parasite core of the Eternal Emperor System into nothingness!

Crack!

Kenneth’s head slumped forward onto his chest, his breath stopping forever, before a flick of Archmage Maelis’s silver-blue fire reduced the body and the rusty chains to clean, odorless ash.

In front of Alaric’s eyes, a golden stream of system notifications chimed in his mind:

[System Notification: Rival Transmigrator Eliminated — Kenneth (Holder of the Eternal Emperor System).]

[System Plunder Complete: Host Has Absorbed the Residual Destiny Halo of the Eternal Emperor System! Credited: “Imperial Origin Vault Master Key”!]

“One less noisy fly in the world,” Aunt Cassandra Galanis remarked with satisfaction, slipping her arm back around Alaric’s waist as they turned and walked out of the dungeon toward the private lift leading up to the royal palace wing. “And he was polite enough to leave us a treasure vault in the neutral mountains on his way out!”

Half an hour later, far above the cold dungeons, inside the palatial, gold-and-purple silk bedchamber of Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose in the Jorailian Imperial Palace, the real celebration of Alaric’s western inspection began.

The massive royal bedchamber was lit by warm amber crystal chandeliers and heated by enchanted fire-hearths that filled the room with the scent of royal ambergris and roses. At the center of the room stood the twenty-foot-wide Imperial Regency Bed, draped in purple velvet and white ermine furs.

While Cousin Fiora Galanis and Princess Griselda Steele returned through the manor gate to look after little Aurelius for the night, inside the regency bedchamber remained nine women whose combined beauty and newly elevated power could shake the entire Western Continent:

His newly ascended Martial King mother Matriarch Lyra Steele and his Martial King aunt Aunt Cassandra Galanis; Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose; the three Peak Archmages Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan; and the three eager noble secretaries Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch.

Every single robe, piece of silver battle-armor, and velvet court dress was stripped away within two minutes of the doors locking.

Because the recent baptism of the “Nine-Sun Arcane Crucible Formation” and the golden Faith Energy still hummed warmly inside their meridians, every woman in the room had flushed, porcelain skin that radiated a sultry, intoxicating heat.

Alaric sat naked at the center of the twenty-foot purple velvet bed, his muscular, chiseled frame gleaming in the chandelier light while his massive, rock-hard shaft jutted thick and throbbing from his groin.

Even with Ondine, Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan waiting eagerly around the mattress, Alaric kept his word to his mother and his aunt first.

He pulled Matriarch Lyra Steele onto his left thigh and Aunt Cassandra Galanis onto his right thigh, while Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose knelt right between his spread knees on the purple velvet sheets.

“My mother and my aunt just stepped into the Martial King realm today,” Alaric murmured, his large hands sliding up Lyra’s and Cassandra’s bare backs to cup all four of their massive, heavy breasts while kissing their lips in turn. “Let us see how a pair of Martial King sisters handle my cock alongside the Empress Regent.”

“Show Ondine and Maelis how your mother rides you, my darling,” Matriarch Lyra Steele purred, her long straight blonde hair spilling over Alaric’s shoulders as she lifted her wide, fertile hips, positioned her soaking-wet, swollen pussy over the tip of his cock beneath Ondine’s guiding hands, and sank all the way down to the root in one slow, voluptuous slide!

“Ahhh—! Yes! Even with a Martial King body… you still stretch me so wide, Alaric!” Lyra moaned aloud, bracing her palms on his broad chest as her massive breasts bounced inches from his mouth and her tight, scorching inner walls clamped rhythmically around his shaft.

Right below Lyra’s bouncing hips, Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose leaned her regal head forward—her huge, creamy breasts resting on Alaric’s thighs as the ruler of the Unified Jorailian Empire eagerly licked and sucked at the base of Alaric’s shaft and Lyra’s dripping labia wherever their bodies met!

On Alaric’s right, Aunt Cassandra Galanis swung her long, toned legs up to straddle Alaric’s face and chest sideways, pressing her own massive, firm breasts against Lyra’s chest so Alaric could suck hard on both sisters’ stiff pink nipples at the exact same time while his hips drove upward into Lyra with deep, thunderous thrusts!

And the three Peak Archmages did not wait politely at the edge of the bed for a single second.

Vanguard Commander Archmage Maelis—her tall, athletic, lushly curved body completely bare without her silver armor—crawled up behind Alaric’s back, wrapping her strong arms around his neck and pressing her heavy, firm breasts against his shoulder blades while her hands reached forward to help knead Lyra’s and Cassandra’s bouncing chests!

Beside them on the purple velvet sheets, Royal Shield Archmage Priscilla and Phantom Assembly specialist Archmage Zylle Mordan knelt on all fours side by side, their narrow waists arched low and their plump, round buttocks raised high in the air right next to Alaric’s hips—Priscilla’s mature, creamy curves contrasting deliciously with Zylle Mordan’s sleek, pale skin as the two Archmages kissed each other’s necks and rubbed their dripping-wet thighs together while waiting for Alaric’s cock!

Down at the foot of the bed, Kris Nebe, Tia Kirstein, and Gerda Weyrauch—still thrilled from spitting in Kenneth’s face down in the dungeon—crawled over the furs to kiss Alaric’s calves, massage Ondine’s bare, round buttocks as the Empress Regent serviced their Master’s groin, and lick every drop of slick juice trickling down the sheets.

When Matriarch Lyra Steele threw her golden head back and screamed in a violent, shivering climax on his lap, Alaric lifted his gasping mother smoothly onto the pillows while keeping one hand lovingly cupping her heavy breast—and immediately pulled Aunt Cassandra Galanis and Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose down into the center of the mattress!

Stacking Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose on her hands and knees at the bottom and Aunt Cassandra Galanis lying on her stomach right on top of Ondine’s back—so that two pairs of lush, round buttocks and two soaking-wet pussies were lined up vertically right in front of his hips—Alaric gripped Cassandra’s curvy waist and plunged his glistening shaft balls-deep into his aunt’s tight pussy first!

“Ohhh! Alaric!” Cassandra cried out, her curly blonde hair tangling with Ondine’s dark locks as Alaric pounded into her for ten fierce strokes, then pulled out with a wet pop and drove his thick cock straight down into Empress Regent Ondine Bellerose’s tight, royal passage below!

“Haaaah! My Lord! Yes, ruin your Empress Regent!” Ondine wailed into the ermine furs, her massive breasts squished against the mattress as Alaric alternated his heavy thrusts between Aunt Cassandra on top and Empress Regent Ondine on the bottom, spanking both of their round, bouncing asses until the entire palace chamber echoed with the wet slap of skin and high-pitched cries of pleasure!

From Cassandra and Ondine, Alaric turned to his three Peak Archmages—pinning Vanguard Commander Archmage Maelis flat on her back with her long legs hooked over his shoulders to fuck the fiery warrior-mage until she sobbed his name, bending the dignified Royal Shield Archmage Priscilla over the velvet headboard while fondling her huge, swaying breasts, and taking the sleek, deadly Archmage Zylle Mordan deep and hard from behind while Kris, Tia, and Gerda took turns servicing their mouths and chests.

For two full weeks across the Imperial Palace of Jorailia and the high towers of Azure Fortress, Alaric remained with his western women—spending every morning in the training vaults helping Matriarch Lyra Steele, Aunt Cassandra Galanis, Ondine, Maelis, Priscilla, and Zylle Mordan master their soaring new Martial King and Peak Archmage realms, and spending every afternoon and night buried deep inside their lush, devoted bodies on the royal furs.

On the final morning of the second week, as Alaric stood on the high marble balcony of Azure Fortress looking out over the snow-capped Dragon’s Spine Peaks with Matriarch Lyra Steele and Aunt Cassandra Galanis leaning warmly against his left and right sides in their silk morning robes, Vanguard Commander Archmage Maelis walked out onto the balcony carrying a warm silver goblet of spiced wine.

“The royal legions have secured the pass around Dual-Horn Peak where Kenneth’s ‘Imperial Origin Vault’ is buried, Master,” Archmage Maelis reported with a bright, devoted smile. “And fifteen miles north across the valley ridge, Sect Mistress Meng Yao of the Mystic Ice Sect and Queen Margaret at the Sunken Pearl annex sent word an hour ago—asking if their Lord intends to visit their beds before he steps back across the sea to the Eastern Continent.”

Alaric took the goblet of spiced wine, giving his mother Lyra’s and his aunt Cassandra’s bare waists a slow, affectionate squeeze beneath their silk robes.

“Tell Meng Yao and Margaret to heat the ice-crystal caverns and prepare the carriages,” Alaric said, his ruby eyes gleaming in the crisp mountain sunlight. “Before we open Kenneth’s vault and return to Azure Fall City, we have two more weeks to spoil the rest of the family.”