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5b0eb No.79111[View All]

The other thread has reached its limit. It falls to me to make a new thread.

Rather than summarize the entire story, which previous threads have done, I will simply recount the last few choices of thread #9 so that everyone can easily make the transition:

Vano's second daughter, Nara, has been consulted for fortune telling. After some background, and in which Edward managed to impress her, she looked to read Edward's fortune through her crystal ball. Her behavior suggested she was overwhelmed, and Edward was left to decide if he should urge her to continue reading the fortune, or tell her to stop.

Things to remember for the long run:

The Faire will not end until the jousting competition has happened, the Church service for aristocrats has happened, and the entertainment for the aristocrats has happened. After that, the Faire may end at any time. Until then, he is free to pursue anything he wants.

I hope it's enjoyable.

Please continue to use the chat thread, which is available here: https://pregchan.com/c/res/4340.html

Previous threads can be read:

Thread #1: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619163636/http://pregchan.com/d/res/12251.html
Thread #2: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619123902/http://pregchan.com/d/res/14131.html
Thread #3: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619104842/http://pregchan.com/d/res/15553.html
Thread #4: (warning, it was on bbw-chan and the link has a defunct connection to some pop-up ad. Just refresh and it should go away.) http://web.archive.org/web/20160412094726/http://bbw-chan.net/elite/res/536.html
Thread #5: https://web.archive.org/web/20170619134833/http://pregchan.com/d/res/16909.html
Thread #6: https://web.archive.org/web/20180307043453/https://pregchan.com/d/res/24119.html
Thread #7: https://web.archive.org/web/20180930122947/https://pregchan.com/d/res/33943.html
Thread #8: http://web.archive.org/web/20190601012420/https://pregchan.com/d/res/48104.html
Thread #9: https://pregchan.com/d/res/57807.html (Until the thread goes 404.)
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5b0eb No.80645

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You press a kiss to Nara's forehead. You can feel how tense she is. How she anticipates your penis rubbing and spearing her folds.

…Then, you draw back, pushing yourself carefully down her body.

"Your Majesty?" she asks, confused, realizing you're not in a position you can mount her anymore.

You give a kiss to her breasts, and belly, telling her gently to 'shh'.

You know a way to help her relax. A special prelude before you help her on her maiden voyage.

Nara blushes fiercely at your words, looking away.

It's all the opening you need to press your hands to the side of her knees and guide her to spread her legs further apart.

Up until she's at an angle you can easily fit your head in.

"Y-Your Majesty!"

It's the feeling of your breath on her pubic hair that gets her to turn back to you.

You're surrounded by the heat of Nara's arousal. The feeling of her fluid playing along your face.

You glance up at her and smile.

Don't worry, you tell her.

You know what you're doing.

Her eyes are big as saucers as you turn back to pay attention to her ready muff.

Then, you lean your face forward and let out your tongue, lapping at her crevasse.

"A-Ah!"

She gasps in surprise at your boldness, and you imagine must be a jolt of unexpected stimulation.

It's enough you can't help but grin, even as your face lies buried in a sea of her pubic hair.

Mm…

You tell Nara to let you know how she feels. Whether that's through spoken words or the sound of her moans, that's fine.

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty."

You smack your lips.

You slow your breathing, letting sure you let one last exhale of air play over Nara's exposed pussy.

Then, you get to work.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.80694

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You go slow.

Your tongue plays over sensitive skin, wary of where you put it.

You shut your eyes to help you concentrate.

"…Mm."

You hear Nara moan as you expand the area you're licking. Further up her slit.

Your saliva adds to the moisture there, helping to lubricate her folds in anticipation of your cock.

It's not merely for her enjoyment.

You can feel her hips shift and squirm under your licks, and your member sympathizes with its own impulse to penetrate.

Her vagina wants to be penetrated, fucked, and filled with your seed until she's pregnant.

Your cock and balls are eager to fulfill that need.

It's a perfect balance.

"Mm!"

She cries out again as you trail hide enough to put more pressure on her clit.

Your soft velvety muscle teasing between her folds to lick at her hood.

You listen to her moans so you can judge how sensitive she is, not wanting to overwhelm her.

Until you sense she's getting used to the attention. You can tell by the fact your licks are producing more soft sighs than moans.

It's then you start to alter your plan.

Your tongue flicks against her vulva, then up and around her clit, up to her pubic mound, without actually touching it.

Nara lets out a confused little sound, so you up the ante.

You shorten the radius of your circles, making her shiver in expectation of your stimulation.

…But it just doesn't come.

You keep it just out of reach.

She gives another frustrated little whine, then tries rotating her hips, but it's not enough.

You're grinning to yourself all the while. You can't deny the appeal of being a tease.

"P-Please," she begs.

You stop, then flatten your tongue as much as you can and give an imprecise swathe of a lick to the top of her pussy.

The result is immediate. She shivers in pleasure.

But just for a moment. You don't continue.

You stop to look up at her.

Please, what, you ask?

"P-Please… more of that," she says.

Hmm.

Can she say what, specifically?

You won't know until she says. It's what she wants you to do with your tongue, right?

"…"

There's a moment of hesitation, and you can feel the metaphoric pressure inside her. How her body tenses and shakes with need.

Of course an innocent virgin is going to have trouble saying what she wants.

But Nara hits a sweet spot of a combination of innocence and intellect.

She knows what she wants, but doesn't want to say it.

Thus, your words have provoked an internal struggle between her budding libido and any remaining reservations she has about surrendering her innocence. Or at least voicing it outloud. To you. A King, who is in much higher a station than her.

Though with your skill…

Nara loses control of herself and raises her voice.

"Y-Your tongue! Lick me more with your tongue! Lick my pussy!"

Her eyes are shut while she says it, but once she's done, they go wide. As if she can't believe what she just said.

No, she definitely can't believe you coaxed that from her.

You hide your smile and smack your lips again.

If she insists…

You lean close and outright press your face to her muff.

Your tongue finds her clit, but so do your lips.

"–A-Ah!"

The result is a fierce buck of her hips from Nara, and her legs press tight around your ears.

But, that's fine. That just gives you a good excuse to wrap your arms around the outside of her thighs and hold on.

Your initial onslaught is followed up by more clicking, more nudging, and Nara's cries grow more steady.

She's no longer gasping in surprise, she's crying out from how good you're making her feel.

Indeed, you can feel the proof in the form of the erect little nub underneath your tongue. Tight and hard.

Unbidden, a soft hand comes to rest on your head.

Not to try to push you off, but pull you close.

You slick and roll your tongue all around.

Then, you purse your lips and suck.

Nara lets out an orgasmic noise and you know you've taken her to her limits.

Her heels bare down on your back as if she were riding a bull.

You can feel her hips thrust, her ass muscles tightening, as her orgasm goes through her.

Until there's one final movement, one final exhausted sound from her lips, and she falls back.

She goes from wound as tight as a bow string to completely unraveling in mere seconds.

Her hand slips from your head, her legs spread out, her feet go weak.

Every muscle in her body has suddenly gone slack.

Until she's unable to do anything but lie back, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggles to catch her breath.

Her upper and lower mouth completely drooling with her own fluid.



You slowly disentangle yourself and admire your handiwork, so to speak.

Nara's enraptured face is the perfect capstone to your performance, and you pat yourself on the back for a job well done.

You reach a hand out and stroke her abdomen, only for her to sigh appreciatively and roll into your touch.

Her lips turn into a very content smile.

…She's ready.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.80738

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You shift your body upward.

Your cock takes the place of your tongue, the engorged head rubbing against Nara's wet pussy lips.

She's still recovering from the Earth-shatteringly good orgasm you just gave her, so her reaction is more muted.

…Is she ready, you ask?

Ready for you to take her innocence, fill her with your seed, and give her a baby?

"…"

She gives a little sniff at your words, the seriousness of the situation not lost on her.

Then, you feel her legs spread around your sides, her calves coming up to wrap around your thighs.

Her hands come up to grasp under your armpits and settle on your back.

"Please…" she begs, her eyes settling shut.

You can't hold back.

"Ah–!" she cries, as your hips thrust forward, penetrating her.

There's enough liquid from your mouth, her arousal, and your cock to make penetration easy.

Your cock slides smooth, until you hit that thin little barrier that marks her as a virgin.

Then, you shatter it.

Nara lets out a soft little moan. Pain courses through her and makes her tighten her limbs around you more. She doesn't cry. She gladly surrenders herself to you.

It's painful for you too. Not so much your cock, but… as you anticipated, Nara's fingernails indeed dig themselves into your skin.

Pain mixes with pleasure for you as you enjoy the feeling of sex. The satisfaction of being able to make another girl a woman.

And soon to be a mother.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.80782

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You start to rock your body. You arch your back and thrust your hips.

Your movement invites Nara to reciprocate and she doesn't need coaxing to catch on.

Her pussy clings to your cock, her folds squeezing you tight like only a virgin can.

Moreover…

The sight of Nara's body, her breasts sliding beneath you with every thrust, is very appealing.

Mara didn't jiggle as much. She didn't beg to be dominated as much.

You fulfill Nara's unstated wish and settle your body down on top of her.

Your bodies share mutual heat and your sweat begins to mix. It's inevitable with the summer heat, the closed space, and the vigorous exercise you both are doing.

You lean your face down and dare to press a kiss to her lips.

"Mm!"

It takes a moment, but then she's reciprocating enthusiastically, licking at your tongue.

…Ah.

Not just her mouth, but her pussy too clenches down on you extra tight.

Her inner walls squeezing every ridge of your hard cock.

It's enough it's starting to overwhelm you, for a change.

So, you decide to embrace it.

You let your instincts take over, push and pull your hips more. Harder. Longer.

Nara moans into your mouth as you slide deeper with every thrust.

You're careful not to slam your hips into her, but you pump away smoothly.

You flatten out your legs in an attempt to give your body more room to arch.

Nara's legs still cling to you, forcing her to slide with your motions.

Her nails on your back scrape at your skin, leaving tingling little wakes as they do.

Her breasts press against your body as you press your chest to hers.

You can feel her heart beating against you and you truly feel like you've been touched spiritually by this woman.

This bewitching little fortune teller who has led you to a new love.



It's too much, and you've held on for too long.

Your lips separate as you thrust two more times.

You hold yourself as close as you can and feel your balls clenching as you start to come.

Your cock spurting long streams of your seed deep inside her willing pussy.

The opportunity for air gives you both a chance to moan your mutual satisfaction, and you realize she's coming too.

You press up on your tipetoes, throw your chin out, then tuck it back in as the spasms shoot through you.

Your groin tightens harder and harder and your hips thrust against and again as you release more and more cum inside her.

The flesh of her crevasse milking you, drawing your semen inside and sending it on its way to her womb.

The moment is pure bliss… and then it's over.

You both fall against each other, your arms spreading enough to spare Nara your full weight.

The loud sound of you both panting is all that can be heard as you catch your breath, along with Nara.



You stare down in her eyes and she moves her hands to wrap around your neck, hugging you close.

There's tears staining her cheeks and she presses more kisses to your chin.

All you can do is nuzzle her back, enjoying the feeling of warm afterglow.

… Well, there it is.

You knocked up Nara.

Being gentle and treating her with a soft touch had endeared herself to you more than enough. You hope she shows that same sensitivity when it comes to raising your child.

Mm… yes, you muse.

She wanted this.

Why else would she have made sure to show you the 'Lovers' card at the end?

So are your thoughts as you lie in her soft embrace. Neither of you wanting to part, just yet.

5b0eb No.80820

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You're still resting with Nara. Discomfort hasn't yet made you separate.

You want to keep your cock, and semen, inside her as long as you can.

Suddenly, you watch her eyes blink rapidly. You feel her body jolt with tenseness.

Then you realize the sound you dismissed a moment before was footsteps coming up the stairs into the wagon.

"Sister!"

You turn back and see Mara.

She's wearing a pleasant little smile on her face.

"Sorry to interrupt! You don't mind sharing, do you?"



You're too stunned to object, and you imagine Nara feels the same way. Neither of you manage to speak up before Mara comes over and kneels down.

"Your Majesty… I'm sorry to say it so plainly. But the sounds of your movements inside here very much carry outside the wagon. I hope you realized this."

–Well.

Of course, you knew on some level. What of it? It's no concern of yours.

This is no embarrassment to Nara either, is it?

You reach up and brush your hand against Nara's cheek, and she crinkles in a little blush, smiling.

"Oh, no. This is something that's inspired us."

She puts her hands on your shoulders and leans in, to whisper into your ear.

"Stay. Here. With. Us."

… Uh. What?

She gives a little giggle, smacking her lips. You can feel her breasts against your back through her top.

"The women of our band are eager to have your children. And I'm eager to feel you inside me again… we'd love nothing more than if you'd stay with us a little longer. To make love until the morning. Over, and over…"

You feel her hand wrap around to stroke your chest. Hot fingertips brushing a trail down your torso to your crotch.



You're shaking with anger as you stalk away from the nomad's camp.

In the end, you couldn't do it. You remembered the words of the Church and your own resolution to return to the castle by nightfall. It's past the start of sunset. You had no choice but to decline.

You thanked Nara and were able to part with her tenderly, leaving her satisfied. She bid you a fond farewell.

But now that you're away, you can't conceal your anger.

Fuck the Church.

There were no less than ten beautiful women waiting outside the wagon when you exited.

And you had to turn down Mara's embrace, too.

Fuck it.

You haven't legitimately felt this cheated and frustrated in a long, long time.

If the 'religious person' from Nara's fortune at all lectures you about the dangers of lust, you're kicking them out of the castle.

Hell, you're tempted to run to the priest right now and tell him the nomads aren't leaving, he's leaving.



That last thought makes you pause in retrospective.

You… simply can't do that.

You take a deep breath, feeling the extremes of emotion pass.

R-Right.

Even if you had to turn down an opportunity like that, spending a night with the nomads was probably a bad idea.

And wasn't this also mentioned in Nara's fortune? Being so upset about 'the bounty you can't attain,' you don't see what you've already achieved?

There are more women waiting for you. Here in the castle. Not least which Camilla, and whoever may join your army.

'Princess' Alena is waiting for your invitation as well.

You nod, feeling satisfied you can maintain perspective.

For the moment… you can go have sex with Tharja.

She'll help you overcome your frustration for the rest of the night.

5b0eb No.80821

You pass through the castle walls and enter the corridors. No one stops you on your way to Tharja's wing.

You give a salute to the soldier on duty, who returns it.

You walk down Tharja's corridor until…



There's something on the wall of the corridor.

It's a shining, impossible thing.

You watch it move, and then recognize it for what it is.

It's a golden butterfly.

No sooner does it register what you're looking at that it lifts off the wall and flutters toward the library door.

… Beatrice must need to speak with you, and she knows enough about your movements she waited to intercept you here.

Deciding Tharja can wait, you creep toward the library door.

You give your own portrait with Tharja a little nod and enter.

Your hands are sweating from the notion that if you hadn't turned down the nomads, you might have missed this meeting.

5b0eb No.80822

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There's nothing in the library… until you shut the door.

Once you do so, bright golden butterflies appear and illuminate the room.

In the center stands Beatrice, in her full impossible witch's dress. Her pipe in one hand, and book at her side.

You can't help but be awed by the display, and you let out a small gasp.

"Your Majesty. We must talk immediately about the siblings from Chrisania."

… You nod. You surmised that might be the case. That she had uncovered something with her spying, that is.

What has Beatrice found out about them, you ask?

Her next words are blunt and quick.

"Camilla has discovered your relationship with Robin. Robin has been confronted with the information and coerced into a confession. She has not revealed she told you about their plot, but she has acknowledged she has lost her maidenhood to you. That she's been impregnated by you."

… Oh.

Well, that's hardly ideal. But, it's not the end of the world, you muse.

So, what?

Beatrice takes a puff of her pipe.

"Robin is scheduled to be sent back to Chrisania at daybreak."

–What?!

"Her role in the plot has ended. She is no longer needed here. Furthermore, Camilla and Corrin know she is unreliable. Just before daybreak, Robin will be woken up by servants paid by their family, escorted to a carriage, and it will depart with her as soon as the light arrives."

That's…

…that's not fair.

That's all you can think of. It hadn't occurred to you that they would just leave the moment you impregnated them!

It's proof positive that Robin told you the truth, but it's going to rob you of Robin's presence here.

What about Cordelia? Is she leaving too?

Beatrice sighs.

"I've heard no indication of that. I don't believe plans are in place to do that. Only Robin, at the moment."

…Either Cordelia is expected to play her role in the plan, or Cordelia hasn't shared knowledge of your tryst together with Camilla or Corrin.

This is bad.

What are your options, you ask?

Beatrice thinks it over.

"The way I see it, you have two, if you wish to avoid extremes."

The first is simple enough.

Openly go to Robin, right now, and have her swear her oath. Move her into the barracks and have her as a member of your army, immediately.

This will rob her siblings of any authority they have over her to compel her to leave. And any servants set to escort her will surely lose their nerve at having to face a barracks full of your soldiers.

Second is to have Beatrice sabotage the carriages.

If the carriages can't move, there is no departure. Robin will have to stay.

It's not a perfect solution. You'd have to sabotage all of them to keep them from just using a different one. It would be a problem for you if all of a sudden you needed transportation to or from the castle before the Faire was over. But it would spare revealing the extent of your cooperation with Robin.

…Shit.

You listen to Beatrice and try to think of your own ideas, but you think Beatrice has, at the core, identified the only ones that are likely to work.

The only other option is to accept Robin leaving. Most likely… forever.

…Could you hold Robin's books ransom? Tharja should still have them.

–No. The siblings will either let you keep them, or simply request them later when they leave.

You have to make a choice, quickly.

You reflect that, unfortunately, every scheme you detect and influence is going to create a counter-scheme. You'd be best to take it in stride.

The best solution, as you can see it, is to…

Choice time.

>Decisive intervention is needed. March to Robin's room, tell her you'll hear her oath to forsake her womanhood and become your soldier. Move her to the barracks. She will stay, but her siblings will protest the action.

>Subtle sabotage is needed. Have Beatrice sabotage every carriage in your stables. That will prevent Robin from being sent away and buy you some time to work on other solutions with them still in the dark.
>…Do nothing. Accept Robin leaving, forever.

f0090 No.80826

This is quite a mess, but there's no way Edward is going to just let Robin go.

I'm going with Option 2. To hastily swear Robin into the army would be a clear sign something is up and who knows what might happen as a result. Sabotage, while perhaps a bit peculiar that every carriage is in some form of disrepair, does keep Camilla in the dark about what Edward knows (and might just buy enough time to win her over and prevent any of them from leaving, or at least carrying out their plans).

It's also entirely possible the carriages are not exactly in the best shape as-is since they may very well have been barely used if used at all in recent years (so it would be very easy to pin the blame on lack of maintenance). The sabotage may not require much to pull off in such a case, and even if the carriages are in good condition, it doesn't need to be anything requiring major repairs (and possibly coin). Edward needs only days…

2417f No.80836

>>80822
Option 2. Hard choice. But we need time. 1 is a decisive choice, but has a massive chance of blowback.

c1116 No.80837

>>80822
This is definitely a sticky situation. Option 1 would leave us with our carriages in case we do need to move for whatever reason, but it also gives the game away and probably sinks our chances with Camilla. Option 2 leaves us effectively stranded, but hopefully we won't need to leave our castle in the near future. Option 3 is right out. So with that said…

Option 2.

15e93 No.80841

Option 1.

We offered her refuge in exchange for her information. The least we could do is make good on it.

62d52 No.80857

Option 2, and we need to focus a bit more on leveraging the siblings to your camp.

c26ac No.80861

My question is this: how did the guests of the Faire arrive at Edward's castle? I have not been keeping up with this for a few years, but it seems incredibly unlikely that all of the guests were ferried to his Castle with his carriages. And what of the wagon's of the nomads? Will Beatrice sabotage those as well? Doing so may negatively impact our relations with the nomads. They may be angered and hesitant to trust us if their wagons suddenly become inoperable, effectively stranding them at his Castle. Not to mention the other guests and the priest who would undoubtedly want to leave once the festivities have concluded.

This is an incredibly dangerous, messy, and delicate situation that must be handled with tact, because we cannot afford to have Robin sent back to Chrisania with a child in tow when we know of Chrisania's plot to de-legitimize Edward's rule and over-throw him.

Ugh, I wish I were smart enough to devise another solution, but the ol' knoggin isn't working right now, so

Option 2

With the caveat that shit's about to get messy really quickly, and we need to have a plan moving forward as to how to completely thwart this attempt to seize the throne that amounts to more than the unlikely possibility that Camilla can be persuaded to betray her country, given how passionate she seems to be. I mean, Daniella agreed to side with Edward before we killed her, but doing so had extreme conditions attached to it.

Damn, this is gonna be rough. Buckle up, chaps.

5b0eb No.80863

>>80861
Edward would know enough to guess that the aristocrats likely arrived on their own carriages (and have them in his stable), and the merchants likely either:
1. Had their own horses/carriages. (If they're wealthy.)
2. Hired someone with a horse/carriage to drive them.
3. Dragged their own wares with them on foot.

Anyone else likely came on horseback or by walking. Varillo's gang definitely walked to the castle.

It's correct that Edward did not send out his own carriages that he keeps for his own personal use to transport everyone. But he doesn't know the exact details because he's King and he doesn't need to micromanage that much.

The nomads' wagon is not a carriage. It is not considered as something that needs to be sabotaged because it's not expected to be used: the nomads live in it and they're not all ready to leave the Faire to be someone's hired delivery service.

Please continue to vote.

78a36 No.80864

Seems like things are ready to blow up in our face no matter what we pick, but we have to pick something. Option 2, though if we're not careful, this will come back to bite us as well.

5b0eb No.80869

File: 1605597019207.jpg (64.65 KB, 850x663, Beatrice_Really.jpg) ImgOps Google iqdb

>1 vote for option one, induct Robin into your army.
>6 votes for option two, sabotage the carriages.

Have Beatrice sabotage the carriages so Robin can't be sent away.



You grumble to yourself as you weigh your two options.

You pause for the longest moment, hoping your brain will come up with some solution that will fix the situation from both sides. Ensure Robin stays permanently, but doesn't alert her siblings.

But, no such idea strikes you.

Instead, you pick the option that gives you the best chance for hope with the Chrisania siblings:

Beatrice has your permission to sabotage every carriage in the stables. Ensure there's no way for her to leave.

You know you're giving her a big task. She'll have to do it in a way that's discreet, subtle, and not easily fixed.

If Beatrice just snaps a wheel off every carriage, they could just fix one of them by taking the rest of the undamaged wheels from the others.

At the very least, she'll have to be sure the damage can be repaired by the time the Faire is concluded.

Beatrice listens to your instructions and nods.

"It will be done. She will not leave tomorrow, I promise you, King."

You nod. Good.

What about a report on what the Chrisania siblings desire?

The faster you win them over to your side, the better, it seems.

"Mm. I am not comfortable giving a full report… yet. Perhaps tomorrow. Just make sure you do not miss your midday meal, King."

Right. You'll be there. You make a mental note. If Beatrice completes her spywork, she'll tell you after your second meal of the day.

Looks like that's it.



Beatrice looks beautiful like this.

"Hoh~?"

Indeed. In the shimmering light of the butterflies, it really highlights how powerful she is. Much more than when you're simply sitting in the sunlight, or in the darkness of Tharja's room.

It's a rare thing you know most mortals would never dream of seeing, much less experience.

"…"

Beatrice gives a low little cackle, the look on her face tells you she's pleased with your compliments.

"I see! And what shall you do with this powerful witch you see before you?" she asks.

She puts her hands on her hips, leans forward, and arches her back while she looks you in the face. It shows off a generous display of her cleavage, which your eyes can't help but follow. The tops of her breasts exposed and daring you to do more than stare.

A glance back at Beatrice's face tells you she's testing you to see what your next move will be.

Mm…

There's a few ways of answering her question. Some more interesting than the others.

Choice time:
>You'll impregnate her. Put Beatrice up on the desk and take her.
>You'll put your trust in her to sabotage the carriages. Business, unfortunately, must come first.
>You'll let her go now, but invite her to a daring tryst tomorrow, right before your midday meal.
>Something else. (Write-in.)

c2aad No.80870

>>80869
Option 3.

Alas, this particular business must indeed come first, tharja is waiting for Ed now and a threesome might be a stretch after today's events (also not a great strategy to ask her to share the spotlight he just put up for her…). So tomorrow it is.

62d52 No.80872

Option 2. Much as it pains me to pass this opportunity up, we have other priorities.

31770 No.80881

>>80869
option 1

b8584 No.80882

>>80869
>You'll impregnate her. Put Beatrice up on the desk and take her.

15e93 No.80886

Option 1.

04f81 No.80889

>>80869
Option 3. Business before pleasure, and Beatrice seems to like it when we show a bit more control over our instincts. …steal a kiss, though.

78a36 No.80905

Option 3: a midday tryst. >>80889 had a good point. While impregnating her is always fun, showing that we keep our word to Tharja will hopefully win us a few points. Also, taking her here and now would be predictable, and Beatrice likes it when we shake things up.

5b0eb No.80907

>3 votes for option one, impulsively impregnate Beatrice.
>1 vote for option two, insist on business before pleasure and leave her to work.
>3 votes for option three, back off, for now, but commit to arranging a tryst tomorrow at midday.

We have a tie.

I will come back later. If there is still a tie, I will flip a coin and use the result to decide which option wins.

Please feel no pressure to change your vote if you have already voted. Changing your vote will not make the update come sooner.

If you have not voted yet, you are free to use your one vote.

0c23e No.80908

>>80869
Option 3 for sure.

6b618 No.80913

>>80869
Option 3
>>80889
I also like the kiss idea

5b0eb No.80922

>3 votes for option one, impulsively impregnate Beatrice.
>1 vote for option two, insist on business before pleasure and leave her to work.
>5 votes for option three, back off, for now, but commit to arranging a tryst tomorrow at midday.

Back off, promise a rendezvous at midday tomorrow.

Poll closed. Update soon.

5b0eb No.80927

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What will you do?

Of course, that's obvious.

You'll spare no expense at appeasing her. Pandering to her. Coaxing her.

Such power deserves your devotion and respect.

That is why…

You dare to lean in and press your face to her… ear.

You whisper to her that you'll properly show you how much you appreciate her, tomorrow.

Sex in a dusty library is certainly impulsive, but Beatrice deserves a more complex tryst.

Before your midday meal, you'll catch her like she did with you, and then see how either of them can stand eating their food knowing Beatrice has your semen running down her thighs as you sit at the table.

You promise her that.

"…"

Beatrice gives a little huff that you think would be a suppressed laugh, then turns her chin to look at you while you hang in the crook of her neck.

"You tease," she accuses.

Heh.

You'll apologize for that.

You press a brief kiss to Beatrice's lips. They're hot, soft, and she returns the kiss, leaving you both to part with a pleasant smack.

You step back. Beatrice is giving you an ambivalent little smile.

…Ah, you recognize that look. It's the same she wore when you tried to steal the spotlight by announcing you knew who killed Tharja's brother Lorenzo.

In other words, you've just set a bit of a high bar for yourself.

"I'll expect great things, King," she says.

Mm.

Always.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.80952

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You can't help but point out.

You notice Beatrice called you 'Your Majesty,' instead of 'King' when you first stepped in.

Beatrice inclines her head.

"Oh? Did I?"

She gives a faint shrug.

"I suppose it may be a consequence of being so close to so many mortals. These ones in particular."

How so, you ask?

"Spying on those previous targets was less dynamic. Discovering the intricacies of your lackey and maid was like examining a simple machine. The Chrisania siblings are a whole complex organism. Full of moving parts, each which must be carefully observed."

She takes a puff of her pipe.

"Yes, they're giving me a much clearer picture of what your mortal society is truly like, now. How cutthroat they are. The urgency of my report made me forget myself in the moment, nothing more."

You can't argue it was a report she needed to urgently make.

You decide not to mention the nomads and how you could have potentially missed it.

Is there anything in particular about them she could share, you ask?

"Mm… gladly. When I am confident enough to make my full report, either tomorrow or later."

She gives you a quick little raise of her eyebrows.

"I can tease you, too, King. Ahahahaha!"

Before you can say anything more, Beatrice's form shimmers then evaporates into an explosion of golden butterflies.

They scatter and swarm around you, before passing you by and leaving through the cracks of the door.

Until you're left in the darkness of the room by yourself.



It's all right. If Beatrice knew something else you should act on, she'd have said.

It's better for you if she has a complete picture with full context to give you.

And of course, there's no containing Beatrice.

You give a small little sigh and reach out for the door so you can leave the library.

>No choice yet, further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.80989

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Back in the hallway, you follow along the path until you've made your way to Tharja's door. You give it a knock until Tharja undoes the lock with the key and lets you inside.

"Edward!"

She's actually clothed, but you embrace her just the same.

You turn with her while she re-locks her door. A torch casts soft light around the room.

Tharja turns back to you and immediately frowns.

"What's wrong, my love?"

…Oh, nothing, you say. Tharja gives a small little huff of laughter.

"I can tell when you're upset about something, my husband. You just don't look right."

Ahh…

You guess you can't argue with that.

She makes as if to climb in your lap.

"Why don't you tell me all about it?" she asks.

Hm…

You do trust Tharja with anything and everything, but there's just so much that happened today.

Maybe you should just focus on one thing lest the night get overtaken with idle talk.

Choice time:
>You are still upset about having to leave the nomads. Tell her all about it.
>You're distraught that Robin came so close to being snatched away. Confess your anxieties about the Chrisania siblings.
>Why hold back? Just vent your spleen about everything bothering you.
>…It's hard to have any anxiety with Tharja in your lap. Hold her. Kiss her.

6b618 No.80990

>>80989
Option 3
Helps to be honest about our feelings with the wifey. We also haven’t had a good conversation with her in a while.

62d52 No.80992

Option 2. The first issue is what it is, and I don't want to make Tharja feel responsible for it. And Tharja herself might prove useful in breaking this litle plot.

28c57 No.80993

>>80989
Option 3. Tharja is our closest confidant and ally. We shouldn't hide anything from her. Should still hold and kiss her, though.

1b728 No.80995

>>80989
Option three.

43fec No.80998

>>80989
Option 2. She wants to know everything and there's no reason not to hide it, per se, but there's no need to unload on the poor woman. The Robin problem is the most immediate and pressing.

c26ac No.81008

>>80989

Option 4

I'm not so sure it's wise to open up to Tharja with everything that's bothering us. Sure, we can trust her, but Tharja is working closely with at least two of the Chrisania sisters. If she accidentally let slip that it was Beatrice who sabotaged the carriages at Edward's prompting, then it would raise suspicion and draw undue attention to Edward and Beatrice specifically. The last thing we want is a group of rather belligerent nobles asking questions or spreading rumors about how Edward and Beatrice found out. No, Tharja is better off not knowing this information. The more loose ends there are, i.e. people who know about sensitive information, the higher the chances of someone ratting out/spilling the beans.

78a36 No.81027

Option 2. Tell her about our concerns with Robin. It was our choice to come back to the castle for the night; no use complaining about it.

5b0eb No.81036

>3 votes for option two, talk about the Chrisania siblings.
>3 votes for option three, hold nothing back, talk about everything.
>1 vote for option four, hold and embrace Tharja.

We have a tie.

I will come back later. If there is still a tie, I will flip a coin and use the result to decide which option wins.

Please feel no pressure to change your vote if you have already voted. Changing your vote will not make the update come sooner.

If you have not voted yet, you are free to use your one vote.

5b0eb No.81046

I have flipped a coin to decide the results:

>hold nothing back, talk about everything.


Use the opportunity to talk about all of your troubles with Tharja.

Update soon.

5b0eb No.81049

It will help. There's no reason it wouldn't.

You don't doubt your wife's ability to keep your secrets. She did keep her own witchcraft hidden for the many weeks it took for you to arrive.

The question was…

Where to begin?

Choice time:
>Rant about the useless Church.
>Express regret about the nomads, so perfectly lined up and waiting for you.
>Talk about how you're unsure if the Chrisania siblings will be talked down or not.

62d52 No.81050

Option 1. The church having issues with your sleeping around isn't unsurprising, and their beef with witches is pretty clear in terms of reasoning. But shitting on the nomads? That's just not fair.

5b0eb No.81051

>>81050
It was intended as a choice more about regret for the missed opportunity than the people. Sorry if that wasn't clear.

Please continue to vote.

c2aad No.81053

>>81049
Option three

78a36 No.81067

>>81049
Option three. Start with the more pressing matters, I always say.

04f81 No.81071

>>81049
Option 3. It's the most pressing matter, we can actually do something about it, and Tharja may have worthwhile input on it since she's been talking to the Chrisania siblings.

6b618 No.81073

>>81049
Option 3. We can talk about the other troubles after.

5b0eb No.81089

>1 vote for option one, rant about the useless church.
>4 votes for option three, talk about the Chrisania siblings.

Confide in Tharja about the Chrisania siblings.

Poll closed. Update soon.

5b0eb No.81093

You start with your surface thoughts.

The Chrisania siblings are bothering you…

"Oh!"

Before you can say more, Tharja interrupts.

"I meant to tell you, Edward. Camilla says she doesn't want to spend the entire Faire reading… she's going to come by once more to the library, tomorrow until midday, but then she's going to explore the rest of the Faire."

You can't help but let out an ambivalent groan.

It seems Camilla added another time limit to your interaction.

–She told Tharja that, specifically? In those exact words? You need to confirm.

Tharja tilts her head.

"I'm not sure if those were her exact words, but she told me that today when I invited her to come back tomorrow."

So, Tharja at least heard it directly, and not through a servant.

You think you understand. That was perhaps information that was intended to reach you.

With Robin impregnated, and Cordelia impregnated, that takes pressure off of Camilla.

If she didn't wish to join them, she could now reasonably claim she made an attempt at seducing you, but you didn't respond. Tharja has been helping to keep Camilla occupied in a place and time you could meet her, after all.

Or maybe this is an attempt to play hard-to-get to entice you. You do remember Tharja said Camilla wouldn't be 'initiated' by Tharja. She wanted to be pursued.

You could still feasibly meet Camilla at the Faire, but your best opportunity is to take advantage of tomorrow.

–Though Beatrice won't have her report ready until after midday. You can't truly know what she's thinking.

Tharja strokes your cheek, softly.

"You should go, my husband… don't forget her hips are perfect for breeding."

Hah.

You can't hold back a bit of a laugh at Tharja's reminder.

You couldn't possibly forget that.

>No choice yet. Further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.81160

Furthermore…

It sounds like Camilla and Corrin made the decision to try to send Robin back home, you tell her.

Tharja tenses in your arms. "What?" she asks.

You explain what Beatrice told you and how you've had her spy on them so you can orchestrate a scenario where they all decide to stay with you as allies instead of rivals.

Well, perhaps not Corrin. You don't, strictly speaking, need him at your castle to foil their plot.

But it seems they found out about your trysts with Robin, even if she hasn't told them everything.

"Oh…"

Tharja's expression twists in a guilty little grimace.

"That… may have been my fault," she says.

–How, you ask?

Tharja's initiation.

She had Robin's pubic hair shaved, and attempted to encourage Camilla to allow the same. Which she refused.

"If Camilla got the idea to check Robin's crotch…"

Oh.

Ohhh…

…You shouldn't assume. Even if they're siblings, it sounds rather forward for Camilla to just go to Robin and demand she lift her skirt for a pussy-hair check.

You tell Tharja not to worry about it. Even if it's true. She's not to blame.

… You think it's much more likely Robin's movements somehow were discovered by them.

>No choice yet, further update coming soon.

5b0eb No.81235

At any rate, you're starting to wonder just what the point of it all is.

You'll keep Robin for your army, you are prepared for that much.

But if you wanted Robin and nothing else, you could have simply let her swear her oath, and then invented some excuse for the rest of them.

–True, you did already sleep with Cordelia, but you can't know for sure she'll get pregnant.

Tharja strokes your cheek, soothing you.

"You are doing the right thing, Edward," she says. "Remember? Robin said even if you didn't do it, they'd just get pregnant some other way and say you did. You're working to spare them that. You just have to help them realize it."

…Yes.

Tharja's right. She's absolutely right.

You're not just working for yourself, you're working for them, and their possible unborn children.

You nod, feeling more resolute about the affair.

Tharja nods, giving you a happy smile at seeing you encouraged.

"I'm sure Cordelia and Camilla have hidden talents themselves, too!" she says.

…Hm.

You do know Cordelia was very interested in the stables. –And you do possibly have a vacancy there for a stablehand.

What about Camilla, you ask? Tharja's been spending the most time with her.

What sort of books was Camilla reading?

"…"

Tharja tilts her head in thought.

"You know, I'm not sure…"

There were times Corrin was there as well. She could tell what books were moved from the dust, but not who took which one.

You remember Corrin was fond of reading books that tell stories more than information.

Tharja gives a little laugh.

"There's history in stories too, my husband. But…"

If that's the case, she's sure Camilla was reading books about Ruhemanian history. Of economics. Of etiquette.

Interesting. It seems you mostly shared her tastes.

But, when you read those books, you were trying to survive being in the castle with King Vlad and preparing how to use your newfound authority.

…Surely there's no comparison to be made there.

>No choice yet, further update coming soon.


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