The throne was not only for governing.

The sun had barely risen when the first moan echoed through the throne room. Crusch trembled like a young deer beneath my hands, her warrior legs opening in surrender as my fingers explored her wetness with the precision of a general mapping conquered territory.

"You—ah!—said we didn't need formalities!" She gasped as my thumb found her swollen clitoris, her abdominal muscles trembling like taut bowstrings.

I smiled as I watched her pride crumble like a spiderweb in the rain. "And we don't need them," I murmured, sliding two fingers inside her until they reached her knuckles. Her body clung to them like a warm velvet glove. "You're already receiving *me* so well."

Anastasia watched wide-eyed as Felt held her wrists behind her back. "See how a true lady bows," the blonde whispered, squeezing the merchant's small breasts with her free hands. "You'll cry when it's your turn."

Priscilla didn't wait to be invited. With a hip movement worthy of her royal lineage, she slipped my other hand between her marble thighs. "If you're going to possess me, do it right," she growled, digging her nails into my thigh as she rubbed against my palm like a hungry cat.

That's when Elsa decided to join in. Her blades disappeared as quickly as her lascivious smile appeared. "Let me show you how we treat insolence in the underworld," she purred, grabbing Priscilla by her red hair and pulling her head back until her arched neck offered her jugular.

I saw Priscilla's eyes widen as Elsa's long tongue traced her throbbing neck. "D-don't touch—ah!—my royal mark!"

Elsa laughed, spitting into her palm before rubbing it between Priscilla's trembling legs. "All the marks will be mine today, little princess."

Rem watched everything with her eyes half-closed, her fingers playing with her own hardened nipple through her dress. When our eyes met, she simply swayed her hips in a silent invitation—and who was I to refuse?

With one fluid movement, I pulled Crusch by the hip while kicking Priscilla's dress up, exposing her proud nudity. Rem was already undressing, her perfect breasts swaying slightly as she walked toward us.

That's when Ferris jumped. Literally. His feline body covered the three meters between us in a leap, his claws scratching my chest while his sharp teeth bit my earlobe. "You promised!" he growled, rubbing against my groin like a cat in heat. "I was the first! I saw everything from the beginning!"

I laughed as I grabbed him by his tiny waist, turning him so his back was against my body. "And you think I forgot?" My hand slid inside his tight pants, finding the erection he'd been trying to hide. "You're dripping, Felix."

He groaned loudly as I cupped his delicate member, his hips pulsing against my palm. "D-don't call me that when—ah!—when we're like this!"

Crusch gasped as I finally penetrated her, her virgin body tightening around me like a clenched fist. She was so hot inside I almost lost control right there.

Priscilla growled as Elsa pushed her to her knees before me. "Lick," the assassin ordered, pressing her redhead head against my groin. "Or should I cut off that insolent tongue?"

What followed was a ballet of intertwined bodies—Rem riding my hips as I penetrated Crusch from behind, Ferris leaping into my lap as Priscilla swallowed me down to her throat, Elsa watching it all with her fingers submerged in Anastasia, who had finally surrendered to pleasure with tears in her eyes.

When the climax came, it was like a storm sweeping through the royal hall—Crusch screaming my name as her inner muscles milked me, Priscilla **** on my seed, Ferris painting my abdomen with her own trembling orgasm, Rem arching her back with a hoarse groan that echoed through the empty corridors.

And me? I simply leaned back on the throne soaked in sweat and fluids, watching my harem collapse into satisfied piles of intertwined limbs.