Herald of Shalia 2, page 31
“Fucking hell,” Commander Grey growled at the men. “First off, there isn’t a chance in fucking hell that your wives are going to agree with this. Second there isn’t a fucking chance in hell that the herald lets a bunch of former soldiers…”
“Don’t bring me into this. I don’t give a fuck as long as they make themselves useful,” Frost said while gesturing in the direction of Filan. “You can all live in Filan. They need a proper governor and I hate dealing with their petty disputes.”
“We don’t have any idea how to govern a territory,” Isaac said.
“Figure it out,” Frost replied while staring at the spellblade. He pulled an empty journal from his inventory along with a pen and set them in front of Sir Isaac. “Anybody who wishes to be under my protection needs to write down their names, their abilities, and I want copies of their spellbooks.”
“My spellbook,” Sir Isaac said defensively. “Why the hell do you need that?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Frost answered. “But if you want to live in my territory you’re going to contribute. You’re all a bunch of broke drunks and gamblers with no abilities outside of combat. The least you can do is give me the information I want.”
“I’d take the fucking deal,” Slade gestured at the journal. “Right now, you’re all fifty-fucking-fifty on the investigation. And we all know that the cunts up top are looking for some stooges. Fucking Isaac and Adamus are probably just being made to sweat a little but the rest of you cunts are a dime a dozen.”
“What about our families?” Sir Drake asked while staring at Frost.
“Yeah,” Frost groaned. “Your families can obviously come. I don’t really care as long as Commander Grey vouches for you.”
“I’ll vouch for all of these sorry bastards,” Commander Grey laughed. “But you’re inviting trouble by giving them a place to stay. The Herald of Ziralia is already pissed off about this entire situation and he’s going to see it as them evading justice. He’s a bit of a stickler about these things.”
“He’ll just have to take it up with me,” Frost said. “Anyway, we have more to figure out.”
He moved on to discussing the village of Serino and his new port town, Kald. He would need to select people to govern those locations at some point but in the meantime, he’d probably have to make regular trips himself. His territory was now about the size of a minuscule country or a tiny state making governing it that much harder.
“Commander Grey,” Frost said. “Start making Priscilla read up on governing.”
“Excuse me?” Commander Grey scoffed. “Like hell if you’re letting that unruly brat govern a city.”
“Up to her,” Frost smiled. “But I’m not going to send any of the elves to govern these places yet. I don’t think the villages would take kindly to demihumans being put in charge.”
“Understatement of the fucking century,” Slade scoffed.
“Does he really have to be here?” Brynn gestured at Slade.
“Actually yes,” Frost said. “I don’t want any misconceptions about what I’m doing or why I’m doing it so it’s better that Fiora gets a heads up. This way she can also be the first to deliver this information to the king making her look better. It’s safe to say that I’d prefer her ruling Blackwater than some unknown asshole looking for a fight.”
"Fine,” Brynn sighed. “So, what about Kald? If it has to be a human that leaves me but I told you that I’m not living far away from you.”
“Sir Malcolm would probably do a fine job,” Sir Isaac volunteered.
“I actually have a thought about that,” Commander Grey said while staring at Slade. “But I think that the Baron should probably leave the room for it…”
“I take it you intend to recommend Hansel Raullon,” Slade smirked knowingly. “Bold fucking choice given the fact your herald killed his father.”
“Hansel?” Frost thought about it. The duke raised him to be a governor and he was good at it. His only real concern was the grudge he likely held against Frost for killing his father. “You’d vouch for him?”
“I mean,” Commander Grey grumbled. “He’s not going to be sucking you off in gratitude or anything. But he’s not the type of person who’d let his personal issues interfere with his responsibilities. The boy can compartmentalize.”
“I’m fine with it then,” Frost nodded while trying not to laugh. “How pissed is the king going to be?”
“I’ll send a letter to my father regarding it,” Brynn sighed. “I doubt he’ll be a problem but the herald might be. He’s in charge of Zira’s justice system and if he feels another herald is interfering with justice, he might feel he has no choice but to take a personal interest in the investigation.”
“That’s fine,” Frost nodded. “I think it’s about time I met some of the other heralds anyway. Maybe they’d be willing to compare notes on this world.”
“Good fucking luck with that,” Slade chuckled. “He’s a cunt.”
“Also good to know,” Frost smirked.
After finishing his meetings Frost relaxed for the remainder of the day while checking in on everybody. The elves were excited to tell him about how they stood up to Lady Grey while others hassled him about when Brynn was going to tell them about the tests they needed to pass.
The Arachne were already constantly coming and going from the village to either check on the children or ask for help. He was actually impressed by their level of organization and hoped that he’d be able to finally get some of the things he wanted done.
“Like the bathhouse,” Frost sighed to himself as he headed inside to take a bath in the elf-sized tub.
CHAPTER 25
Frost finished his bath and headed towards the bedroom wrapped in his towel. He immediately heard arguing and considered turning around. He was tired and figured he could always head to one of the elves’ cabins instead, but he figured that’d only make things worse in the long run.
He walked in the room to see Lysandra and Renna trying to shove each other out of bed while Brynn and Desdemona stood watching the fight. The two elves were wearing extremely provocative lingerie while Brynn and Desdemona were dressed in elegant nightwear befitting princesses.
Brynn was in a white gown so short that Frost could clearly see her blue lace panties whenever she moved. The fit of the gown was loose and flowy except for the brassiere portion which wrapped tightly around her small chest. If it weren’t for the short length and the borderline transparent material it probably could have served as an actual dress.
The red gown Desdemona wore was slightly more erotic but still regal. The bodice was held up by straps so thin that they looked like they could snap any moment under the weight of Desdemona’s large pale chest. The neckline plunged absurdly low and while the skirt was longer than Brynn’s, it was basically see-through. The way the red gown contrasted Desdemona’s pale skin while bringing out her hair and eyes was incredible.
“My lord,” Desdemona bowed politely allowing her gown to dip and expose her breasts to him. The demoness gestured mechanically as if she were following stage directions while reading from a script. “Do you wish for me to join you this evening my lord?”
“You don’t have to be so formal,” Frost laughed as Desdemona looked away anxiously. “Yes, you can join me.”
“Are you sure?” Desdemona asked worriedly. “They said there isn’t enough room.”
“They’re just fighting to fight,” Brynn laughed. “We’ve fit more than this in the bed before.”
“But I can’t sleep when this one is kicking around all night!” Lysandra growled while pinning Renna to the mattress. The white-haired priestess locked Renna’s arms up and began slowly shoving her to the edge of the bed. “And I know she does it on purpose! I need my beauty sleep…”
“No amount of sleep is going to get rid of those wrinkles you ghoul,” Renna snapped as she twisted her body and managed to break free. She made a break to the center of the bed as Lysandra caught her leg. “I’m staying!”
“Herald Frost,” Desdemona glanced at the two elves. “Are you going to stop them?”
“Yeah,” Frost smirked as he watched the two women fight. Both women’s plans for the evening were as transparent as their lingerie and neither of them wanted to share. “Eventually.”
Lysandra was wearing a sheer white teddy with slits in the chest allowing her perfect pink nipples to poke through. Not that the slits were necessary because the clothing piece was completely see-through. Which was how Frost knew that the white lacy panties she was wearing were crotchless.
Renna was dressed even more provocatively. He wasn’t entirely sure he could even call what she was wearing lingerie, it was more like jewelry with cloth attached to it. Her black thong was pretty much a string with a few green gems sewn into it and the smallest triangle he’d ever seen to cover her hairless mount. Her top consisted of two gemstone clips attached to her nipples, connected by a sheer piece of black fabric.
“Ungh,” Renna moaned as Lysandra grasped the center piece of fabric and pulled, tugging her nipples along with it. “No! That’s for Frost!”
“Where did you even get this?” Lysandra asked jealously while admiring the cloth. “I know Lishri didn’t make it because she said this was the sexiest thing she could make.”
“I borrowed it from Jasmine,” Renna said smugly. “Jealous?”
“No,” Lysansdra lied while glancing at Frost. “Herald Frost, who’s outfit do you like more?”
“Watch it,” Brynn said threateningly. “I don’t want this to become a competition.”
“Brynn,” Renna pointed at her clamped nipples. “You should ask Jasmine for something too! She says she has lots of stuff that looks really good on our body types.”
“Well Desdemona and I will just ask Iris for things that compliment our body types,” Lysandra said while nodding at the demoness.
“I don’t know,” Frost smiled at Desdemona’s large pale chest. “Des might have to ask Zinnia.”
“Do you expect us to dress like courtesans handsome?” Brynn smirked while pulling Desdemona to her side. “We’re princesses!”
“I’ll wear whatever the herald likes,” Desdemona said meekly.
“You too?” Brynn shook her head.
“Looks like you’re in the minority here Brynn,” Frost laughed. “You better start working harder or you won’t be able to keep my attention.”
“Oh really?” Brynn smirked while stomping to her dresser. “Fine. They want to compete, we’ll complete. But I have no intention of playing fair.”
“What do you mean?” Renna asked as Brynn opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a small corked bottle. “What’s that?”
“Brynn,” Frost smiled nervously. “We talked about this. You need to get my permission before you use that perfume.”
“Does Herald Frost dislike perfume?” Desdemona asked.
“This isn’t just any perfume,” Brynn smiled wickedly. “Handsome, I’m asking permission.”
“Brynn,” Frost shook his head while remembering how out of it he was when Hyacinth was even in the same room with him. The Florenne mother’s pheromones drove him absolutely mad with love to the point he would have done virtually anything for her. “If I agree to you using that, you’re agreeing to anything I might do to you. I get too excited and I can’t control myself. Got it? So, choice is yours.”
“Really?” Renna asked while eying the bottle curiously. “Gimme!”
“Me too!” Lysandra said excitedly. “I want to excite the herald too!”
“No,” Brynn said while pouring a small amount on her hand. She quickly rubbed the perfume on her chest and neck before moving to her legs. “You’re the ones that wanted a competition.”
“Fuck that’s strong,” Frost said as almost immediately his heart started throbbing. He looked down and it wasn’t only his heart, his cock had an almost instant response to the scent of Florenne. Even the small amount Brynn rubbed onto herself was filling him with an overwhelming happiness. “Just remember you asked for…”
“Get off me you little whore!” Brynn snapped as she held the bottle in the air to keep it away from Renna. “I only have a few bottles and it was expensive!”
“A few bottles?” Lysandra said while corning Brynn. “Then you can at least share one. I share my bed, the least you can do is share a little perfume. And we should all be allowed to make the herald happy.”
“Give it!” Renna dove for the bottle as Brynn twisted to evade her causing half the vial to splash onto Lysandra. “No fair!”
“Shit!” Brynn said. “That’s a lot…”
“Fuck,” Frost realized he couldn’t stop grinning as he stared at his perfect white-haired priestess and his amazing petite wife. He loved them both so much that it felt like his heart might explode in his chest. His cock was throbbing so powerfully it was almost painful as he stared at Lysandra’s perfect pink tits peeking through the slits of her gown. He just wanted to bury his face between them and suck on those sexy soft nipples for days. “You are just so gorgeous.”
“Ha!” Renna yelled while using her steal ability to get the vial from Brynn. She quickly splashed an enormous amount on herself before Brynn could stop her and set the bottle down on the dresser. Pretty soon Frost’s head was swimming with an overwhelming love for all three of them.
“You idiot!” Brynn said through clenched teeth while staring at Frost like he was a dangerous predator. “You haven’t seen what this stuff does to him! He’s going to kill us!”
“I thought you said it excites him,” Lysandra said worriedly.
“Is it bad?” Desdemona picked the bottle up and sniffed it. She tapped her finger in the remaining liquid and tasted it and blushed as she realized almost immediately what the liquid was made of. But as she saw the way Frost was staring at the women, she stealthily emptied the remainder into her hand and quickly rubbed it all over herself.
“He’s going to fuck us to death,” Brynn whimpered while moving behind the other women.
“Really,” Renna smiled excitedly. “That sounds interesting!”
“Then you can go first,” Brynn suggested while pushing Renna forward.
“God your all so beautiful,” Frost said as his cock throbbed uncontrollably. He immediately removed his pants because the way his cock was fighting against them bordered on painful. He knew that it was due to the perfume but he didn’t care. All he cared about was taking what was his as he stared at the women.
“Cowards!” Renna said rushing towards Frost, wrapping her arms around him excitedly. The tan elf looked up at him with her glowing green eyes and smiled. He felt the metal clamps on her nipples press against his abdomen as the petite elf started stroking his hard cock. “I’ll do anything for Herald Frost. Anything.”
“You are just too sexy Renna,” Frost smiled as he stared at the green-haired elf stroking his cock. The way her perverted lingerie contrasted her innocent appearance drove him absolutely mad. Even without the Florenne pheromones he would have loved burying his face between those flexible athletic legs. He threw her onto the bed without even thinking. “You’re such an insatiable little slut.”
“I am,” Renna giggled excitedly while spreading her legs for him. The string of her black thong covered nothing but her tiny clit. Her sexy pink lips were in full view as the black string ran between them like a tiny bridge. And then there were the tan-lines, the pale skin where she wore her shorts and chest wrap, reminding him of where he should be focusing. “I’m your insatiable little slut.”
“What about me?” Lysandra whined from the sidelines.
“Don’t get involved,” Brynn said grabbing Lysandra’s arm. “Let her tire him out a bit.”
“Is he really going to be that out of control?” Desdemona blushed while staring at Frost. The demoness panted as her hand slid between her legs. Her fingers started rotating on her clit at the thought of Frost being unable to control himself with her.
“Frost,” Renna moaned as Frost he on the black cloth connecting her tiny nipples, watching them stretch as he pulled. He loved the resistance as he gauged exactly how hard he could pull on her nipples to stretch them before it became painful. Frost toyed with her sensitive little tits, enjoying the way she winced as he teased them. “You don’t have to hold back.”
“I didn’t plan on holding back,” Frost said as he leaned down and kissed the petite elf while she writhed on the bed. He knew it was partially due to the pheromones but he loved her so much, everything was so much fun when she was around and she was always up for anything. The rebellious little elf did whatever she wanted without a care in the world, and she was all his.
“I love you,” Renna whimpered as Frost slid her thong to the side and lined the tip of his cock up with her damp pussy. The tiny elf clenched her teeth as he slid the tip of his thick cock inside of her. The walls of her warm cunt were slick with her juices as he slowly started thrusting.
Frost smiled at his writhing little rebel as her face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure. He pulled on the black cloth connecting her tiny clamped tits, tugging them while he thrust his cock inside of her. His slowly stretched every inch of her tight little pussy until he was entirely immersed in her. The slender elf’s breathing became labored, like there was no longer room inside of her to take complete breathes.
Renna clenched her teeth as her tiny cunt adapted to Frost’s massive cock. Each time he pulled his cock from her tight little pussy it became easier to drive it back in. Her insides became slicker, her warm walls loosened, and her clenched teeth soon transformed to a euphoric smile.
“Goddess,” Renna whimpered as Frost tugged on her nipples while he fucked her, gradually moving faster as her moaning intensified. Her delicate body started to tremble beneath him and every time he tugged on the cloth the short-haired elf let out a sexy little yelp. He wanted to hear her yelp more.
“That doesn’t look so bad,” Desdemona’s fingers circled her panties as she watched Frost fuck Renna. “Maybe you’re worried about nothing Lady Brynn.”
