The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed rhythmically through the office walls, a constant crack that marked the beginning of a new era for Solaria. I had my cock buried deep inside Elena's pussy, moving my hips back and forth with a calculated cadence that became increasingly instinctive as the heat rose.
Elena lay across my oak desk—the same desk where I had designed the irrigation canals that saved this land. Her legs were spread wide, her heels pressing firmly against the wooden surface as she surrendered herself completely to the act. Her moans were no longer ones of hesitation, but of a pleasurable confusion she couldn't quite process.
"Ah... Your Grace... what... what are you doing to me?" she gasped, her voice failing as she felt my cock fill every inch of her intimacy. "It's... it's too hot... I never... I never thought that... ahnn!"
For me, the experience was almost transcendental. I felt a flow of mana coursing through my body, a stream of warm energy that started at the point of contact between our sexes and climbed up my spine. It was a sensation far more intense than the blowjob from earlier; it was as if the total connection was acting as a high-voltage conduit. With every thrust, Elena's pussy tightened around my cock, sucking me in and sending waves of electricity directly to my core.
Elena was a mature woman, and now that I saw her in that position—with her dress hiked up to her waist and her full breasts bouncing under the rustic fabric—I realized just how hot she truly was. Her thighs were firm, marked by a life of movement, and the scent of her skin—a mixture of light sweat and the heat of desire—served as the perfect fuel for my mark.
"Continue, sir... please... don't stop!" she pleaded, digging her nails into my arms as I increased the speed. "I feel... I feel like I'm going to break... ah! It's too good!"
As my movements became faster and more aggressive, Elena reached her peak. She locked her legs around my waist, pulling me deep into her core, and let out a sharp cry that was muffled by the room's magical insulation. Her body convulsed in a strong, potent orgasm—an overwhelming sensation that made her tremble all over, her internal muscles crushing me as she experienced true pleasure for the first time.
I continued moving for a few more seconds, feeling her spasms push me to the limit. Then, the definitive shiver ran down my spine. I lost control of the technique and my cock exploded inside her, discharging hot, thick jets of cum that filled her pussy until it overflowed, running down her buttocks and staining the wood of the desk.
At the exact moment I caught my breath, a series of translucent purple windows jumped before my eyes, vibrating with the energy I had just absorbed:
[LUST'S BLESSING: ACT RESULTS]
> Strength: +1
> Vitality: +1
> Speed: +1
> Mana: +3
Just below, a second detailed window opened, focusing on the woman still panting beneath me, her eyes lost toward the ceiling:
[PARTNER PROFILE]
> Name: Elena
> Age: 40 years
> Occupation: Arthur's Cook (Contracted)
> Intimacy Level: 5
> Warning: When the Intimacy Level reaches 10, she will become your Absolute Woman.
I slowly pulled away, watching the semen drip down Elena's thighs and stain the economic documents on the desk. The sensation of power was physical; I felt lighter, more alert, as if my muscles had been forged anew. But what caught my attention most was the "Absolute Woman" warning. The system wasn't just giving me strength; it was transforming me into a sovereign whose roots extended through the carnal loyalty of his subjects.
Elena was still there, trying to regain consciousness, her eyes glazed and her breathing heavy. She looked at me, and for the first time, I saw something beyond respect; I saw a nascent dependency.
"Clean yourself up, Elena," I said, my voice coming out firmer and more authoritative, feeling the new strength pulsing in my veins.
I watched Elena pull herself together with slow, uncertain movements. Her hands still trembled as she pulled her worn-out underwear over her shaky legs—a stark contrast to the decisive woman who had entered the office minutes ago. The sex hadn't just been an exchange of fluids; it had been a reconfiguration of her reality.
I walked to the door and opened it. The hallway was busy. A guard stood at attention, and beyond him, a line of women waited for their chance to change their lives.
"Find Tobias. Now," I ordered the guard, who snapped his heels and took off.
I went back inside and opened the side window. The fresh air of Solaria flooded the office, dissipating the heavy scent of sex and sweat that permeated the room. As the wind circulated, a pragmatic concern crossed my mind. The logic of human resource economics required me to understand why the previous candidates had failed.
"Elena," I called, making her startle slightly as she straightened her apron. "Do you have a husband?"
"No, Your Grace... he died many years ago, during the Great Drought," she replied, lowering her eyes.
I nodded silently. It made sense. The women I had rejected and whose memories I had wiped likely had bonds that would make the contract's secrecy impossible or emotionally unstable. For my power system, women free of external ties were the perfect investment.
Tobias entered the office shortly after. The old man was a master of discretion; his eyes swept the room, noting the slightly damp maps on the desk and Elena's disheveled state, but his expression remained as neutral as a marble statue.
"Tobias, take Elena to find Maya. I want them both cleaned up properly and given new clothes, befitting staff of the main house. Meanwhile, I will continue the interviews."
"As you wish, Your Grace," Tobias bowed his head, gesturing for Elena to follow.
Before crossing the door, Elena stopped. She turned and gave a deep bow, lower than protocol required.
"I will do my best, sir," she said, with a flash of determination and a new sensuality in her gaze. "And I hope... I sincerely hope to learn more from you."
A half-smile appeared on my face. She wasn't just grateful for the gold; she was addicted to the energy I emanated.
After they left, I spent a few minutes clearing the traces from the desk and ensuring the office looked like an administrative workplace again. The air smelled clean once more. I sat down, took a deep breath feeling the new vitality pulsing in my veins, and called for the next one.
The next four candidates were a statistical disappointment. As soon as I mentioned the "cabin clause" and the intimate nature of the blessing, fear or moral indignation outweighed financial need. For each of them, the memory suppression spell was the only solution.
Until she walked in.
I watched the girl walk to the center of the room. She possessed a confidence the others lacked, a sway in her hips that seemed natural to her exuberant figure. Stopping before my desk, she didn't shrink; instead, she leaned forward in a greeting that, while correct, seemed intentionally designed to highlight the generous cleavage of her dress.
"It is a pleasure to meet the Wise Prince in person," she said, her voice slightly husky and her smile bold. "My name is **Lyra**."
Lyra had a look that immediately transported me back to my memories of Earth. With that sun-kissed skin from spending the day outdoors and blonde hair that seemed to glow under the light from the window, she was the living definition of a medieval *gal*. Her breasts were full, straining against the fabric of her dress in a way that made it impossible to ignore her physical presence in the room.
"Sit down, Lyra," I said, maintaining my professional tone, though the mark of Lust on my chest gave a jolt of interest.
I went straight to the point, repeating the protocol I had established. I explained Solaria's growth, the need to maintain order, and the facade required for the outside world. I spoke of the front-facing domestic duties, but as I had done with all the others, I did not hide the dark and necessary truth behind the contract.
"My blessing has awakened, and it is fueled by pleasure. The position I'm offering isn't just for a maid; you will be a source of energy for my power. This means you must be available for sex, without question and with total secrecy. If you accept, your life will change completely. If you refuse, you will walk out that door with no memory of this conversation."
I stared at her, waiting for shock, indignation, or fear. But Lyra only tilted her head, running her tongue lightly over her lips as she processed the information. She seemed to be weighing the risk against the gain, exactly like an investor.
"And what would the payment be for this... 'specialized service,' Your Grace?" she asked, arching a blonde eyebrow with a glint of greed in her eyes.
"The payment is one gold coin per month," I replied, letting the weight of that figure hang in the room. "In addition to housing in the mansion, top-tier food, and the direct protection of my guard."
The smile that spread across Lyra's face was wide and predatory. A gold coin was a passport to a life no other woman in that village could dream of.
"A gold coin?" she repeated, letting out a provocative giggle as she settled into the chair, crossing her legs so that her dress rode up a bit higher. "For that price, my lord, I would accept even if you were a decrepit old man. But looking at you and knowing my job is to ensure you feel pleasure... well, it seems I've hit the jackpot."
I picked up the contract and the pen, sliding them toward her.
"Sign here if you agree to the terms."
Lyra took the pen with surprising agility and signed her name in large, firm letters, as if marking her territory. When she finished, she tossed her blonde hair back and faced me with a look that mixed mischief and expectation.
"And now, Your Grace?" she asked, her voice heavy with evident provocation. "Where do I start 'working'?"
My mark of Lust was screaming. The heat in my chest was a constant pressure, a physical demand for more mana, for more pleasure. Lyra's bronzed body was a dangerous invitation, but my technical mind was still in control. I was exhausted; the interviews had been going since the early hours of the morning, and the bureaucracy of exile was a heavy burden.
"Go outside and ask the guard to escort you to Tobias," I ordered, forcing a steady tone of voice. "He will see to your placement. Your work will begin shortly."
Lyra stood up, adjusted her dress so her curves were even more accentuated, and gave a deep bow, holding my gaze for an extra second before leaving the room.
I took a deep breath, massaging my temples. I needed a secretary. Someone who could read, write, and manage Solaria's paperwork, but who also had the stomach for my reality. The hours passed. The sun began to dip below the horizon, and hopes dwindled with every candidate who left the room with her memory wiped.
Until the last woman entered.
She had long black hair that fell like a cascade over her shoulders, framing a face that was undoubtedly the most attractive I had seen that day. However, her expression was one of pure exhaustion. Dark circles marked her eyes, and she seemed to carry the weight of the world on her back.
"Sit down," I said. "What is your name?"
"**Seraphina**, Your Grace," she replied, her voice soft but tired.
I followed the protocol. I asked about her skills, and she surprised me: she had studied in the capital as a youth before returning to Solaria. She knew how to read, write, and handle numbers—the perfect match for the secretary position. I explained the terms, the facade of the role, and finally, the extra functions required by my blessing. I concluded by stating the salary: one gold coin per month.
Seraphina's eyes widened. There was visible conflict on her face.
"A gold coin..." she whispered, and a solitary tear escaped. "Your Grace, I... I accept. I'll do anything for my son. He has a degenerative disease, and the healers charge ten silver coins every month just so he doesn't get worse. It's a constant struggle. There are months when I can't get the money, and seeing him suffer is worse than any sacrifice I could make with my body."
As she spoke, my administrative mind was already drawing up plans. Solaria's healthcare system was predatory; I needed to create a public health unit with healers who served the state, not their own pockets.
"But there is a problem," she continued, her voice trembling. "I have a husband. Our relationship is a hell. He blames me for the boy's illness, and sometimes he loses control... he is violent."
I stared at Seraphina seriously. Violent and unstable husbands were a risk to my secret, but the need for a qualified secretary was urgent. Besides, a desperate woman is a loyal woman.
"I understand your situation, Seraphina. But the final choice is yours. The contract requires you to live here or be available whenever necessary. Gold in exchange for loyalty and pleasure. Are you ready for that?"
She didn't hesitate anymore. She took the pen, her hand shaking slightly, and signed the contract with fierce determination.
"For my son, I will do everything," she declared, sealing the deal.
I leaned back in my chair, feeling a sudden relief. The group was complete. Four women, four sources of mana, each with her own motivation.
After Seraphina signed the contract, I dismissed her with a nod. I explained that while the position offered housing at the mansion, she could choose to go home every night, provided she reported for duty at dawn. I saw the conflict on her face—the relief for the gold that would save her son mixed with the dread of the violent husband waiting for her. She nodded, tucked her copy of the contract away, and left in silence, a woman carrying the weight of a dangerous secret.
I stood up, feeling every muscle in my body vibrate. The day had been exhausting but productive. I walked to the staff area of the main house, where Tobias had already gathered the others. As I entered the room, Elena, Maya, and Lyra bowed immediately.
"As you all know," I began, clearing my throat slightly to impose authority, "you are now my employees. And more than that..." I looked into each of their eyes, "you are my women."
They followed me through the back of the property. The path was discreet, surrounded by vegetation I had planned myself to ensure isolation. At the end of the trail, they stopped, mouths agape. Before them stood the "cabin," but it was nothing like the wood and mud huts of Solaria. It was a structure that blended the rustic with the modern design of my past life: straight lines, wide tempered-glass windows, and a solidity that seemed to defy time.
"Stop here," I ordered before we reached the door. "Give me your hands."
One by one, I held their hands. I used a precise flow of mana to etch a small invisible mark onto each of their skin.
"This mark is your key. Only those who possess it can cross the magical barrier protecting this place. Inside here, no one will see you, no one will hear you, and no one can enter without my permission. Total privacy."
Tobias remained outside, fulfilling his role as a silent sentinel. When we entered, the impact on them was even greater. The living room was spacious, with a fine wood table surrounded by five comfortable chairs.
"We will have breakfast here, together," I announced, ignoring the noble protocol that required servants to eat in the kitchen.
I showed the equipped kitchen to Elena, with countertops at ergonomic heights; I showed the individual bedrooms, my own room, and finally, the bathroom. They looked at the giant bathtub with fascination. I hadn't implemented a shower yet, but the drainage mechanism and the magical circles for heating and refilling water were cutting-edge technology for that world.
Elena and Lyra seemed to be in a dream. In their minds, this treatment was superior to anything a princess from a neighboring kingdom received. But Maya, with her youth and distrust, didn't let herself be carried away by luxury alone. She crossed her arms below her medium breasts and stared at me.
"Why all this, Your Grace?" she asked, her voice firm despite her nervousness. "Why treat us like this, giving us rooms better than those in the village and sitting us at your table, if we are just... for your pleasure?"
I stared at her with pragmatic coldness.
"Because what I require from you is no ordinary service, Maya. You are offering your intimacy and your loyalty so that I can strengthen my power and, with it, keep Solaria standing. This is the least I can do for the sacrifice you are making for me. If I want the engine to run at maximum power, I need to take good care of the parts."
My answer seemed to disarm her for a moment. Lyra let out a low giggle, running a hand through her blonde hair and sitting in one of the chairs at the table.
"I don't care about the reason, sir," Lyra said, with a predatory look. "If this is the sacrifice, I want to start now."
The mark on my chest gave a violent jolt. Four women. An isolated cabin. The night was just beginning.
I arched an eyebrow, surprised by Lyra's attitude. She was definitely more forward than the others, an anomaly in a world where female submission was the silent rule. However, I knew that behind that bold facade, she likely shared the same lack of technical knowledge as Elena. To her, sex was still something fast, dry, and purely functional. She had no idea what awaited her.
"Very well, Lyra. Since you are so anxious to begin your 'service,' follow me," I said, gesturing toward the modern bathroom.
I turned back to the other two, maintaining the commanding tone that now seemed to flow more naturally.
"Elena, you are in charge of our first dinner in this house. Use the best from the pantry. Maya, help your mother. I want you to familiarize yourselves with the kitchen's operation."
"Yes, Your Grace," Elena replied, already moving toward the counters with renewed agility, while Maya just nodded, casting one last curious and tense look at Lyra before following her mother.
Solaria's new reality was officially in motion.
I led Lyra into the bathroom. The room was spacious, lined with polished stones that reflected the soft light from the magical crystals in the ceiling. In the center, the enormous white stone bathtub exuded an inviting steam. I approached the magical circles carved into the wall and activated them with a touch; instantly, the water began to pour out, heated to the perfect temperature.
Lyra watched everything with shining eyes, but when she realized I was starting to undress, a slight hesitation crossed her bronzed face. She tried to hide it with a malicious smile, but I noticed the slight tremble in her fingers.
"What's the matter, Lyra?" I asked, pulling off my shirt and revealing the mark of Lust, which now glowed with an intense purple hue across my chest. "I thought you were in a hurry."
"It's just... I've never seen a place like this, sir," she admitted, her voice losing a bit of its initial arrogance. "And that mark... it's glowing."
"It reacts to your presence. It reacts to the potential energy you carry," I explained, stepping closer to her. "Take off your clothes. We'll use the water to wash away your fatigue, and let me show you that, from this day forward, the concept of pleasure you know will be completely discarded."
She hesitated for only a second before letting her peasant dress fall, revealing the body I had already imagined: uniformly bronzed skin, full breasts with rosy nipples, and hips that seemed made to be held with force. She was a spectacle of fertility and vigor.
We stepped into the bathtub together. The heat of the water began to relax her muscles, but the heat emanating from me was what truly kept her on high alert. I pulled her close, feeling the soft, warm skin of her back against my chest.
"Are you shy now, Lyra?" I whispered in her ear, feeling her shiver.
My hand slid down her bronzed belly, moving toward her intimacy. I needed to test if the "Gal" of Solaria was as responsive as Elena, or if her physical resilience would require a more blunt approach to convert pleasure into mana.