To perfection

Once more virgin blood had an affect on the beast that was your groin, the erect purple member was now at least ten inches and throbbed with malign power, In your mind Bidharu speaks to you, your voice now has charm like properties and your natural odour is a pheromone to those near to you.

Still this was all added bonuses, your plan to impregnate the mayors wife and ensure your child would be the future ruler of the town was complete, Sarana was suitably broken to follow your every command and Devaru's work with the mayor himself would leave him thinking he was the father, and as a quirk never able to sire another child.

Picking up Sarana's unconcious form you step into the shadow and to Devaru's side, once again she is the maid Vara standing next to the Mayors bed, the mayor snoring loudly you place his wife next to him and finish your plan.

"You did well daughter" you say, as she smiles broadly

Leaving the room together Vara leads you back to the ball, finding Greya charming some of the other town elders much yo their wives annoyance, you had asked her to mingle and find others that would aid your cause. You do notice however the wives change in attitude at your presence, flirting with you as their bodies take in your aroma.

You leave the party soon after, even Greya more amorous than usual, straddling you on the carriage ride home, her body eagerly accepting your larger size as she rides you frantically.

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Four riders leave the capital of Dalvathen, at their lead a blonde haired beauty in shining plate, her white cloak billows back over the flank of her horse, grim determination etched on her noble features.