"Of course we'd be willing to lend a hand in the upcoming war however it would be beneficial for the two of us if you managed to lend us some of your Hine manufacturers in Dreshaire." Guinevere glanced at the demon standing in place, her face apathetic. "I'm sure that you no longer need any more Hine, after all with the individuals I've handed over should be more than enough."
Her tone imposing making the demon falter. 'What an absolute waste of a replacement. I can't believe that Delilah had to take a vacation and I was left with this excuse of a negotiator.' She wanted to kill the Malgrave on the spot however restraint herself.
"There were some incidents with those you lent us your queen. Most of which have met their demise or indulged in the Hine and passed away." A mechanic she implanted in the demonic ranks. She made sure that they would lose an operative for their necessity of her. Some genius died not out of overindulgence but as an order from her.
The demonic faction was kept at bay with such a means while she made sure there were no traces of it. As for a reverse engineering of the drug, Clomere's complexity made it hard for them to decipher. "Since you ask for more of the same then I should as well. Have an army for me ready to fight Thaloria while contaminating their supplies."
The demon looked up, his face bewildered. "An immediate army can't be deployed at the moment however we can definitely agree with your latter request." Such was the response she got from them. Any requests were met with perfectly timed excuses or coincidences.
'So they want to use me like that, huh?' She couldn't help but chuckle at their strategy. 'However it's a shame that they are facing me.' The brainwashed ranks of her military had spies, usually most from the demons who had planned of intentionally sabotaging her men only to be arrive at the last minute in a desperate attempt of playing the hero.
'Such elementary tactics won't work on me.' With her perfect control over her people, she had already orchestrated a means of getting rid of the demons should the time arise. 'However those dwarves have managed to keep their end of the bargain.' She admired their level of transparency, aware of their curious nature for trinkets and artifacts of earth and those she had made.
As for Dreshaire, it had become nothing more than a puppet she flaunted about, it's people similar to those of Redfall worshiping her being before reverting back to their occupations. In her system, efficiency was her top priority, individuality began to erode and those still sober could tell the ominous threat that was Guinevere and the Hine.
"Tell them should they have any more excuses that they'll have to answer to me." She made the Hine, the demons took care of distribution and sale with the two splitting the profits evenly. There would be hiccups here and there but at the end of it all, the profits vastly outweighed the losses. And with the growing technology, it grew harder and harder for her caravans to be attacked much less robbed.
"There's no need to state such claims Guinevere as we have tried to keep up with your demands. Regardless of how absurd they were." She smirked hearing this as she waved him off. "Then in that case it would be best that I end the privileges I gift to your kind. Unless you purge all the anomalies roaming in Othare." Her tone final before the demon was taken away.
'Clomere has remain secluded in her room, Callista and Jarren still out of my reach.' With the intel from the demons and dwarves, her net if connection grew with each passing day. Those of hers that were caught killed in an instant dispelling the notion of traitors and runaway operatives.
'As for the war, it should be three days from now so it should give me more than enough time to prepare.' She thought to herself as she made her way to Clomere's room. Opening it, her face was that of disappointment walking in Clomere. Her body carelessly strewn on the bed but most importantly bare.
Guinevere drew in closer to see the pools of stains all over her bed. 'This girl! I can't with her antics!' She sighed with desperation as she reached for the blanket to mask her stark figure. "Eh~ Jarren ~" Clomere mumbled in her dreams giving Guinevere an idea what she was thinking of. She watched Clomere move her hand to her crotch, biting her lower lips as her fingers dug into her cove.
Guinevere's eyes narrowed at her depraved act before an idea popped into her head. "Yes Clomere!" Her voice rang mimicking Jarren's. "...Please ~~fuck me~" Her hands increasing pace. Guinevere drew closer landing a kiss on Clomere's lips to which she savored as she yearned for more. "Shower me with kisses." She lewdly stated stretching Guinevere's smirk even more.
"Spread your legs, you fucking whore." Still entranced in her dream she did as asked spreading her labia for his entrance. Guinevere began her teases with her pussy making her cove drip all the more. "Don't tease me Jarren , just put it in already." She laughed. "I you say so." Her voice reverting back to her original.
"Wait!" Clomere realizing something amiss shot her eyes wide open to see Guinevere towering over her, her predatory gaze landing on her pussy. "For being a bitch you definitely have a fitting pussy for you." Her tone playful as her arms kept her legs open. "I can't believe that you were about to take advantage of me?!" Her tone satirical as she threw a pillow at Guinevere's face, she dodged.
Clomere didn't bother masking her shame as she shot up. "Do you mind explaining why you're in my room?" Guinevere reached for her bloated cheeks. "Do I need a reason to? I'm the queen of Redfall after all." Clomere slapped her advances off. "Well to me you're nothing more than an ornament for his collection. Now fuck off would you!"
"Why would I leave? It would seem that your enjoyed by presence to the point of spreading your legs for me. Just close your eyes and pretend that it's Jarren toying with you." Clomere face turned into disinterest. "Then how about you imagine that I'm Callista and you can use me as you'd wish then at this point!" Though her tone was dripping with obvious satire, Guinevere chose to taunt her.
*Plop*
Clomere's figure was pinned to the bed, her hands restrained as her legs kicked wildly. Guinevere's eyes flickering faintly before letting out a ridiculing laugh. "You really don't expand much with your skills but don't worry, I'll teach you how to master them." Leaning in for a kiss, she was taken aback with Clomere overthrowing her turning the tables.
"Don't think it I'm as weak as her. And besides I doubt that you would have the means of making me feel anything." Guinevere let out a scoff, aware of Clomere's feisty demeanor. "Well then how about you take the lead then. I'm sure that you're skilled in such a league given the thousands of hours you've spent playing with Elyria and Diana."
Clomere's smile darkened, her gaze turning something far more than just playful. Let's see how long you last." She dove for a kiss that turned into a sloppy but heated embrace. Their fingers locked with each other as their mounds pressed hard on each other.
"Chuu~~~" The two broke apart, strands of saliva snapping from their distance. "Wow do you kiss like a whore." Clomere joked as she kept her gaze locked on Guinevere's writhing figure. "Well there's no need to be so hostile with each other at the time." Guinevere's muses covered with more passionate kisses.
***
"Does she think that we can cleanse that kingdom so easily?" A demonic noble posed, their face full of contempt at Guinevere's words. "However we need her Hine, if not then I'd rather die." Another mused with desperation. It wasn't just him but majority of them had a dependency on Hine they had to cater to.
"She says that she'll give us more slaves to make the Hine however no more than before." Most cursed at their failure to have her rise the numbers sent to them. "Doesn't she know the high demand for Hine at the moment? It would be foolish of her to keep the supply the same." Another added, their feet impatiently tapping on the floor.
The counselor watched this all take place, inwardly sighing. "Don't you all see her games? She deliberately kept the supply low so that she can increase her outrageous demands. Most of you are already addicted to it." His words filled with condescension. However most didn't care about it, their minds wrapped around acquiring more Hine.
"As for those humans, it would seem that they'll attack from the south, we have the traps all laid out for her. All we have to do is wait for the ripe time to strike and save her from the peril." Though most cheered, their attention on Hine didn't waver in their minds.
Some had already opted to arrange personal deals with her for more Hine. Others planning on selling themselves out to her. The counselor who thought the Hine issue would be a surface problem went on. "So far we've tried to learn her means of making this product and all attempts have yielded nothing."
He clicked his tongue before another added. "With how tight her walls are, it's hard to get anything out of her as of late. However I've heard that there is an individual resting in her palace. However this could be baseless rumors." The court fell into thought. 'If this person is the one responsible for the Hine we could greatly benefit from then without the need to spit the profits with Guinevere.'
The counselor concluded as his gaze shifted to a noble, his eyes dilated as he looked around with an edge of lunacy in his demeanor. "Nobl-" Before he could finish his word, the demon dropped dead in the court. However those around her barely reacted to his death as his body was hauled away for autopsy.
"Another card she has is here ability to make a large pool of highly skilled individuals out of the blue. Unlike the Hine we have no known sources on how she does this." Most gave their beliefs on what could be the source but nothing valuable came across.
"It would seem that with each passing day she grows stronger and stronger. Preferably to a point where even we would have a hard time getting hold of her." The news grim to the present. "So far we've tried everything to cause chaos in her kingdom but nothing has succeeded. Could are taken down even before they get off the ground, riots are silenced with blunt force from the knights and assassination attempts have all proved pointless."
The king heard it all, watched how his kingdom was slowly dying from within. As a man of experience he knew the game and how it would change. But for once he found Guinevere's case to be quite odd. 'Nobles who don't take bribes or show any form of favouritism. The academies producing prodigies without fail for the armiesa or the trading world. A system that has no flaws.'
He was familiar with humans and how they caved in to privilege or treats but hers never once wavered. 'These people are no longer people, they're nothing more than machines to serve her whims without question.' He had some privy knowledge about her army despite the information being quite vague to decipher and it unnerved him.
'It would seem that we have helped not a saint but a monster that wears human flesh.' In his eyes Guinevere was far worse than a demon, she was a monster that had to be culled. 'Maybe it would be beneficial to have her experience some losses to slow her progress.' As much as he wanted to halt her advances, he knew that the more she advanced the more they could extract from her, a deal that grew riskier with each passing day.