Get some air.

Another day passes by. The golden haired elf, Janlanna Elerem, finds a room to stay. It has never been your intention to raise an army and invade the nearby kingdom. You see no point in shedding the blood of the innocent. While the people's culture has been perverted by the ways of the Church for ages, many of Varat's citizens are similar to those who have defected and joined you. They don't deserve to die. You're a passive man, preferring to create a refuge for those seeking escape, but that also means you've done little in your time here besides that. You do have agents even outside of this fortress of course, which has planted a lecherous seed within the kingdom itself, but most of your own days are spent being enjoying the pleasures of life and calming meditation.

You find yourself standing outside of the walls of Raffermir with your foot upon a huge stump. There's little protection from the hazards of the wilderness past the gates, but despite seeing monsters in the distance, none of them even attempt to approach. You're tall, strong, and intimidating even to those who don't know of your power.

The gates open behind you. Out steps Janlanna, clad in silver like always, and you can feel her looming hazel eyes on your back.

"Demon King," she speaks. "I am still here to watch you. What is it you are planning now?"

Slowly, you turn around to face her. A sudden breeze lifts your cloak to billow, and you cross your arms over your bare chest. "Enjoying the sun," you respond.

Another figure comes out from the gate with a smile. It's Inda, dressed in her skimpy qipao style dress--martial arts attire that barely restrains her bust, and only a thin flap of fabric between her legs that covers up whether or not she's wearing panties. Her prayer beads bounce over her chest as she hops out into view and she waves towards you. "Hello, Lord Efrin! We were wondering where you were."

"We?" you ask.

Close behind her is a third woman. She has exotic, caramel skin and striking ruby eyes. As a sunheart, she hails from the Oraang Desert. They're a strong people with a hardy resilience against the harsh elements of their homeland. Though while sunhearts tend to have black hair, hers is pure white. This is due to a ritual only certain sunhearts undergo called the Rite of the Sun. A symbol is set on their body, marking that spot as their critical weak point, but they receive a magical boon in return. Hers is the ability to cast spells with minimal movement and without needing to speak at the cost of additional mana, but as a side effect of this power, her hair was also permanently changed.

Shala Vakila is her name, and she's been what's best described as your court wizard for quite some time. Her hair flows like silken cream down from her head and it nearly reaches her hips. She's a gorgeous young woman with a fit body covered by a skimpy red cocktail dress. A cleavage window opens in the front to show a generous mount of her large, perky tits, and the dress continues down past her thighs. Around her neck is a black and gold choker, and matching bands wrap around her forearms--attached to a thin pair of black and red gloves covering much of her arms. She has a garter belt which matches as well, and that leads into a pair of black and red thigh-high stockings. Thick golden rings hang from both ears as well, and her feet rest within crimson heels.

She subtly drags the tip of her tongue along her painted lips. "And there he is," she says. Her voice is smooth and confident. "Our big, strong ruler~."

"How is it they follow you so closely?" Janlanna asks. "You bend their will with dark magics."

"You need to loosen up, girlie. Nobody bends my will," Shala replies. She steps up to the elf while she speaks, and slides the backs of her gloved fingers down her cheek. Her fingers continue to trail down the front of her armour. "Except maybe you."

As the templar's eyes struggle to look up from the other woman's bust, colour comes to her cheeks, and she shivers slightly to her touch. "Do not touch me..."

"Your lips say one thing," Shala says as she leans in closer. Her voice softens to hardly a whisper. "But your eyes say something else."

"Stop that!" Janlanna quickly turns, obviously trying to hide her blushing face.

While they bicker, your attention turns to movement approaching. Two individuals are sprinting away from a group of angry goblins in absolute panic. It's a boy and a girl. The two of them near your fortress, and as they do, the monsters chasing behind come to a gradual halt. You throw a piercing stare back at them, and they dare not come any closer. It seems that the fleeing pair are too distracted by their frantic retreat to pay mind to your presence. It takes them a moment before they realize they're running right towards you and your adjacent allies.

The first comes to a screeching halt nearby. He's a young man with short red hair and rabbit ears pointed up from his head. Though his armour isn't a full, bulky suit of metal, what he does wear looks expensive and masterfully crafted. His breastplate shimmers and the borders are intricately decorated, and the same goes for both his sword and shield. On the latter there's a symbol you don't recognize. All else he has is a metal codpiece over black trousers.

Next comes the young woman. She stops beside him. Her hair is shoulder-length and blond, and she's garbed in a long red cloak that wraps around her body, and beneath is a long-sleeved white shirt that hangs over a red skirt. Just like the other, her attire is is fancy. She wears several pieces of jewellery as well, from a couple necklaces to a few rings. In her hand is a long brown staff that curls at the end around a crystalline pink flower.

You furl your brow and cast your gaze over them. "What brings you to Raffermir?" you ask with a booming voice.

It takes them a moment to catch their breath. Finally, the girl stands up straight, takes a deep breath, and points forwards. Her gesture is not at you, however. You follow her line of sight to see it aiming right towards Inda.

"You!" she shouts.

Inda looks around as everybody turns to face her. "M-Me? Oh, why is everyone looking this way?" She clutches her hands around her bosom. "Did I pop out?" she asks under her breath.

"How do you not remember us?" The girl's voice oozes with arrogance. Her stare is fierce, and despite her stature being smaller than the boy beside her, she speaks as if she believes that she's twice her own size. "You stupid monk. I'll never forgive you for humiliating us."

After a brief silence, Inda speaks up again. "Oh! I remember you now. I duelled that guy that's with you."

"This guy is my soon-to-be husband, and you made him look pathetic."

He opens his mouth to speak. "I--"

The girl slaps him on the chest. "Shut up. I'm talking right now. I swear, if you go around losing fights to more scrappy peasants in the future, I'll tell daddy."

He hangs his head.

"Get to the point, or I'll **** you to leave myself," you speak up.

In response, the girl takes a step back. Your intimidating visage shadows over her. "I am Samantha, powerful mage and third daughter of house Dulain. Beside me is the sad excuse for a man, Rodney Eula. This slut behind you insulted my honour, so I challenged her to beat Rodney in a duel. He would have won if she didn't use disgusting underhanded tactics."

"I fought fair and square!" Inda shouts.

"Yeah right. Your body was distracting him! Who fights in something like that? You took advantage of his pure, innocent mind, bouncing all around and showing everything off, you hussy."

"Enough!" Your voice crackles like thunder, and with that, everybody goes silent.

There's a gentle touch on your arm. Shala is standing beside you, and she speaks. "Excuse me, Lord Efrin, but may I handle this problem myself? You were having such a relaxing time out here, and I'd like you to continue to rest."

"If you wish." You lean back, and sit down upon the nearby stump. It's no throne but it is surprisingly comfortable. "But continue to insult my family, and I won't be able to ignore it."

You look to the boy. He looks defeated, and only once tried to speak. As things continue, you probe into his mind and read his surface thoughts, and they're rather depressing. I really am pathetic... Lady Dulain keeps stepping all over me, but I can't stand up to her at all. This marriage is going to be awful, but I don't know what to do. And now we're going to be killed by the Demon King. Damn it!

Your eyes then dart over to one beside him. Her surface thoughts are just as loud as her voice. This other girl is dressed like a slut too! And of course the Demon King would be so hot. Who does he think he is? I'm so frustrated right now. Why can't things just go my way?!

Shala steps forward, swinging her hips. She brings her fingers up through her hair, and casts her crimson gaze to the two trespassing nobles. "So, you so rudely approach my lord and openly insult our people? Inda is a beautiful woman with a body she enjoys showing off, and if you can't control yourself, that's your own problem."

Meanwhile, Inda blushes behind her.

"So what are you going to do? Duel us?" Samantha snaps. "Rodney. Get your sword ready."

Though instead of preparing for combat, Shala walks over to you. She sits down over your lap, and touches her gloved hand softly against your cheek. "Oh no. I have better things to do than to fight the poor boy you order around." With a smirk, she raises a hand and flicks her wrist. A faint emerald band snakes out from her body and links with the girl's. As they move, it continues to fade in and out of existence like a spirit--always present between them.