Chapter 34: A Scandal Waiting to Explode

Throughout the entire day, Seraphine entertained the guests at her betrothed's side. Rosalie von Rosenfeld performed admirably - she was charming, polite, and proudly represented her house, perfectly complementing the natural allure of the elder futa.

Both made a tremendous impression on the visiting noblewomen.

The heir of Karsfeld was slowly forging alliances with the younger generation of noblewomen. She had no intention of squandering time on spoiled, indolent maidens who couldn't count to ten - and unfortunately, they constituted the vast majority.

She focused on the ambitious daughters of baronesses and viscountesses from Greifenmark and Tyravia. Due to their modest standing, these girls usually lingered on the periphery, overlooked by the great ladies.

Yet Seraphine recognized them as prime future allies.

Due to the deluge of visits, Seraphine had to delegate daily affairs into the hands of her trusted aides.

Sabine Keller oversaw the manufactories, Marta Reiss supervised the field work, and Major Katarina Falk answered for the militia.

Musket drills themselves were suspended for the duration of the guests' stay - for nothing in the world did Seraphine want the secrets of her new weaponry leaking to rival courts. Though the battalion had blown Ulrike's host to dust, the soldiers still required rigorous drilling to become an invincible, professional army in the future.

Over the ensuing days, the castle bustled with life as Seraphine prepared a grand surprise for Rosalie.

She wished to introduce ballroom dance culture to court, particularly the waltz, which she remembered from her past life. Because the keep lacked an adequate ballroom, she ordered a massive wooden dance floor erected on the town square.

Her future blueprints called for the construction of a modern palace - grand stone castles were soon destined to lose all strategic relevance under the fire of modern artillery anyway.

She dreamed of transforming Karsfeld into a sprawling, bustling metropolis, the capital of her future empire.

Late at night, once an exhausted Rosalie had retired to sleep and silence blanketed the castle, Seraphine sat at her desk, drafting schematics for street expansion.

In the candlelight, her unfastened tunic revealed her smooth, toned cleavage and the contours of her firm abdomen. She knew that any moment now, Vivienne would slip through the door, demanding her share of caresses after spending the entire day brooding in Cordelia's corner and watching the young betrothed.

Sure enough, the latch clicked softly. Vivienne slipped into the chamber clad only in a gossamer silk slip. With her lips pursed in an adorable pout, she hurled herself straight into Seraphine's arms. Yet before she could press a kiss to her mistress's lips, Seraphine checked her with a hand and gestured toward the bed.

"Matters of state first, little one. Our play will keep."

Vivienne obediently sat beside her, though she couldn't help wrapping her arms tightly around Seraphine's arm. She snuggled so close that her massive, soft breasts flattened shamelessly against the heir's bicep, her sensual nipples pressing visibly against the thin fabric.

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"Your Sire, Countess Eleonora, doesn't seem particularly thrilled with my dear sister?" Seraphine began with a smirk.

Vivienne giggled, nuzzling her cheek against her shoulder:

"Mother is furious with Cordelia. Not only did the assassination fail yet again, but she also lost the shipments of cheap iron that Ulrike had been quietly smuggling to her. Now that you've seized the mines, the rearmament plans for the Arnsbruck host have ground to a halt. Mother is putting dreadful pressure on Cordelia. Please, watch yourself, my lady... I wouldn't survive if anything happened to you."

Seraphine stroked her strawberry-blonde locks affectionately:

"I was careless last time. I won't make that mistake again."

The girl pinned her with an anxious gaze and hesitated.

"There is something else..."

Seraphine arched an eyebrow. She poured herself some wine from the decanter and offered the goblet to the girl, but to her surprise, Vivienne shook her head. Instead of taking the drink, she rested a delicate hand upon her smooth lower belly.

"I am pregnant..."

Seraphine froze, the goblet poised at her lips. The swallow of wine nearly lodged in her throat. She choked, slamming a hand down onto the tabletop:

"You what?!"

Vivienne's lips pouted instantly upon seeing shock instead of adoration:

"You heard me correctly! I conceived. You are going to be the mother of my child!"

Seraphine swallowed hard, struggling to rein in her racing thoughts.

Over the past month, she had taken this shameless noblewoman almost every single night, uncontrollably flooding her depths with her seed - she should have seen this coming!

Futanari were made to impregnate women, after all!

The situation, however, was lethally dangerous. Vivienne was Cordelia's official betrothed. Should word leak that she carried the elder sister's child, a scandal would erupt that would incinerate the girl's reputation and set the entire barony ablaze.

"You will claim it is Cordelia's child," Seraphine said coldly.

Vivienne stared at her in disbelief. Deep down, she had hoped Seraphine would acknowledge the bastard, breaking off the engagement with the younger sister.

"Cordelia's?! Have you lost your mind?! She has never once bedded me! She will never believe it!"

Seraphine's eyes flashed dangerously. At the mere thought of Cordelia touching her property, her blood boiled:

"And she will never spend a night with you!" she snapped harshly, before softening her tone upon catching the fright in Vivienne's eyes.

Cupping the porcelain face in her hands, she stroked the cheek with her thumb:

"You do not need to bed her. Get her dead drunk, strip her bare, and lie down beside her. When she opens her eyes come morning, tell her you gave her your virginity. Prick your finger and spill a few drops of blood onto the sheet so she harbors no doubts. She will burst with pride that she finally claimed you."

Seraphine kissed her passionately on the lips, feeling the girl tremble in her embrace:

"Forgive me, my little one. I know what you yearn for, but for now we must play the game. One day, I will proclaim to the entire world that this is my child and my blood. But not yet. Understand this, please."

Vivienne wiped a tear and nodded obediently:

"I understand. I will do exactly as you command."

Seeing the girl's boundless devotion, Seraphine felt a wave of heat surge through her veins. She tugged the slender ribbon of Vivienne's slip, sliding the silk off her shoulders. Two massive, rounded breasts with pink nipples were revealed in all their glory.

The heir shed her trousers, and her hard, throbbing futa cock immediately sprang free.

Vivienne straddled her lap with a soft gasp, guiding her wet entrance straight over Seraphine's rigid tip.

They spent the rest of the night in wild, heated ecstasy, sealing the new life that was beginning to blossom within the beautiful woman's womb.