The Trial of the Mother-in-Law. (Epilogue)

You have spent weeks upon weeks in preparation for this.

Countless human and humanoid women have been rendered completely bowlegged by you. Days spent in the library with mountains of books on either side. Studying, testing theories, and refining spells to contain and compress an almost bottomless ocean of orgasmic energy within your body.

All so that you have a chance at surviving.

Already, just standing naked in her chambers and retaining your senses is draining your vast power.

"Approach, human." Her cold, cold voice setting your ears on lustful fire.

You come within five steps of her throne, as instructed by your tutors, closer than any being is usually allowed.

"Closer."

Swallowing hard, you take a few more steps, before her foot shoots upwards, stopping you in your tracks.

Studying you from head to toe, the Lady Arilena Lusandar evaluates the creature that her daughter has allowed to seed her, and his throbbing tool. "Hm..." she muses, lifting her head up to look down upon you, and her eyes flash bright. "Ah... that explains it. But how effective is it?"

Getting up, she approaches you and with one fingernail, she touches you.

It takes one whole chunk of your power, which you got from harvesting a human woman every night for a week, for you to endure the incredible all-encompassing pleasure and stay conscious and standing, but a spurt of cum does escape out of your cock. "Quite, I see," she continues, noticing the stain on her dress. Placing her finger upon it, the silk becomes dry as she pulls away, the tiny bead of cum delicately jiggling on her fingertip.

She sniffs it and studies it in the torchlight, before dropping it onto her tongue. You would never have seen it if it weren't for your magically blessed vision, but even then, you're not sure if there even was the tiniest shiver to her. Tilting her head down, she gives you a look, you think, of approval. "That is... not unpleasant," she says, "different. But not unpleasant."

Turning on her heel, she sits back down on her throne and crosses her legs. "You may continue bedding my daughter, human. I expect strong and beautiful grand-daughters. You may leave." From the wave of her hand and the tone of her voice, you can tell that that is the end of the interview, and that will be that.