seemed to help. It worked so well in fact he did the same for Nysa to a lesser extent. Simply giving her orders the night before on what dress to wear and how to do her hair seemed quite enough for his water nymph. It almost seemed a bit silly, but if she wore the dress all day just doing that would be following his orders and carrying out a task he’d handed out. But he couldn’t deny that it did wonders for relaxing his nymphs.
Of course, they were still nymphomaniacs who needed him twice a day, nymphs in every sense of the word, but they weren’t quite as desperately panting by the end of the day either. It felt more natural than that, a deep desire and titillating excitement at deferring their satisfaction, but not to the point of desperation and mental anguish. He loved the three of his nymphs, and it was a small price to pay to keep them content.
As always, Shar continued to befuddle any attempts he made to understand her. Most of the time she was coyly teasing, the rest of the time she was at the extremes of coldly arrogant or sweetly doting, and he was never sure what version would answer him back. Their sex was the most consistent thing, joyous, wild, and pleasing. She always rocked his world and based on her own demeanor and how often she came with him, he was positive he was returning the favor.
Despite his lack of understanding of his ethereally beautiful succubus, he continued to fall for her despite his efforts to the contrary and his concern that she’d never return it.
Cinder of course, also drove him crazy if in a completely different and far more annoying way. She’d gotten a room at the inn in Highpass, and she’d rejoined them the next morning when they returned from their visit to the castle through the portal. She’d be doing the same at the port city when they arrived there later that day. She made him want to do one of four things, almost constantly throughout the day, which he did none of.
Her teasing insults made him want to either kill her, or drive her off, or fuck her into submission. That last one also applied to her less offensive teasing and flirting, perhaps even more so. Lastly, after learning more about her and what she’s faced and gone through since arriving here as a child, he wanted to claim her as a bonded, hold her close, and reassure her she’d never be alone again for as long as he lived. Of course, he did none of those four things, and merely focused on the middle ground of forming an impossible friendship and connection to the annoying and gorgeous creature.
The port city was almost as large as the capital, and it stood as a bastion against the chance of invasion by ocean, even as it welcomed trade ships from kingdoms further south than Daca or from other islands or continents altogether.
He’d discovered on the ride most of the eastern coast of the continent, at least through Uradia, was high cliffs and escarpments. The port city was situated in one of the very few places ships could approach the coastline and dock with any guarantee of safety that they wouldn’t be ripping the bottom of their boat out. They’d also passed several lookout posts on the cliff tops, just in case an enemy was crazy enough to land boats along the cliff edge and have an army climb the shear drop.
The port city had a highly fortified wall around it on all four sides. The main entrance for those of Uradia was of course on the west end, but there was also an Eastern gate just a hundred feet from the water which opened up into the dock district which was the only part of the city not enclosed.
The plan was simple enough, they’d be spending a couple of days in the city whether there were bounties or not. Nysa had plans to expand her ale business in the same way she’d done in the main city, and she’d open up a second brewery in the large coastal city by buying the worst one in the city then fixing it with magic like she had done in the capital.
He was more than okay with the idea, it meant spending the night with his young beautiful princess for two or three nights in a row, as well as doubling