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Part Two picks up where Part One left off. Be advised that if you haven't read Part One, the story may be quite difficult to follow.
You should also read Part Two, Chapters One to Five before reading this.
This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, most chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex and anal.
All characters are over eighteen. All acts are consensual.
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My coronation ceremony was a tedious affair. After all the time I'd spent lately with women who not only had a ton of power but knew how to use it, fucking one lesser noblewoman after another felt like a chore. Nonetheless, I pretended to enjoy their efforts. And, more importantly, doing my best to ensure they enjoyed mine.
As strong as I might be, no one could manage to hold the throne without support. And an army of vassals. I could command every single member of the court to offer themselves up as vassals, of course. Rule with an iron fist. Silas had done much the same. But I wanted to try a different approach. If I was going to expect my subjects to make great sacrifices for me, I thought it would help if I did something for them as well.
That started with treating my subjects like lovers rather than cattle, the way Brianna had. At least a good number of them. I took mental note of which ones I might be able to afford alienating, and which I'd better do my best to keep satisfied.
It was also high time our court started to build some lasting institutions. Iva informed me that most of the courts did not have any to speak of, but the largest ones all did. Genuine governments, staffed by career civil servants drawn from the ranks of the lesser nobility. Apparently, she'd tried convincing Jack to do the same, but he'd been so focused on repairing ties with Silas that he never even got around to choosing a prime minister.
So, ten minutes after having met her, I offered the position to the youngest daughter of one of the oldest, if no longer particularly prominent, houses.
By the standards of our world, Wendy was nothing particularly impressive. She had dull brown hair that had looked a mess even before we'd gotten all sweaty. Her figure was pear-shaped, her chest almost completely flat. There was a bit of a gap between her two front teeth. She also had bright green eyes, an easy smile, and prominent dimples. She might not be beautiful, but she was certainly cute.
What had impressed me first about her was that she hadn't hesitated to let me know what worked for her and what didn't, where all the other noblewomen had been so afraid of making a bad impression that they'd heaped effusive praise on me. It had been sickening.
I might be powerful and talented, but I didn't know their likes and dislikes. It was utterly implausible that I'd satisfied them as fully as they'd have had me believe. Wendy hardly made me feel unappreciated, but she wasn't obsequious either.
Which was a good quality to find in a lover. Not exactly a qualification for public service though. I'd
really
made up my mind about asking her to serve as the Third Autumnal Court's first prime minister when it became clear from our brief pillow talk that she knew the aspirations and grievances of all the major houses, and had more than a modicum of knowledge about the customs and practices of the other courts.
Thankfully, Wendy was all too happy to accept my invitation. Her father would be most pleased, she'd insisted. Their family had once regularly sat kings and queens upon the throne, but it had been generations since any of them had had a prominent place at court. She was so proud to help restore her family to its rightful place, she cried.
After the ceremony, I had wanted nothing more than to spend some time alone with Mom or Aunt Iva or both. Or to try to convince Natalie not to withdraw into the mortal world again. But there were things that needed doing. I did visit them both, along with Wendy, Sean and Mel. But none of those trips was for pleasure.
I left Wendy with the task of compiling a list of the most common institutional arrangements used in the Homelands, both currently and historically, along with her sense of the pros and cons of each. I realized that if she was to do so thoroughly, it would be a lifetime's work. But even the equivalent of an undergraduate term paper would be useful.
Between the two of them, I expected Mom and Iva to personally visit each of what I thought were the twenty most important noblemen. Neither had liked it when I told them that I thought we ought to make a point of sleeping with our strongest supporters at least once a week each, and that I wanted them to tend to the men while I did for the women. Before we could do that, I needed them to compile a list of who we could woo, who we couldn't, and who we might be able to simply ignore. I also asked them to write down a list of the nobles' grievances, no matter how petty.
I also asked them to have each of the noblemen provide a list of the three most influential houses. Naturally, they'd all list their own first. But I could only assume that we'd learn a lot from what names were most frequently listed second and third.
Finally, lest anyone think me soft, I also asked Mom and Iva to Devour the two nobles that struck them as most likely to cause trouble. I further told them that, if they saw fit, they could Devour one other person apiece, for any reason whatsoever. Or none at all. No questions asked. But I also stressed that this was a one time offer.
Neither much liked the requests. Mom hadn't even liked the offer of a hunting license, though Iva would surely put hers to good use. After I told them that they could each take one vassal for every two they recruited for me, though, they'd agreed to my outreach plan.
In Mom's case, that agreement came reluctantly. She'd looked like she wanted to let me know that what I'd asked of her was Shadow's work, and I'd chosen
Iva
for that job. I wasn't entirely sure I could have blamed her if she had. As soon as possible, I was going to have to set aside some time just for the two of us, make sure she knew just how much I appreciated her. And maybe come clean about some things I'd been keeping from her besides.
I informed six of the most attractive foreign dignitaries, three male and three female, that if they wished to have audience with me, they'd first have to satisfy my niece and nephew. I told Melanie and Todd that they should go along with the idea that they were playing an important gatekeeping role, but I think they understood that this was really just a gift to them. At least, I was sure Mel did, and that she'd explain it to her brother.
When all of that was done, I went in search of my bed. There were still a million things that needed doing. Not least of which was a complete renovation of the palace. Each of the previous rulers had used the palace's appearance to make powerful statements about how they'd intended to rule. I'd need to do the same.
But just then, all I could think about was how tired I was. My first day as king wasn't even over yet, and I was already beginning to wonder why I'd wanted the position so badly.
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When Mom walked into my office, I had my chair pushed back against the wall and Wendy propped up on my desk while I performed my best cunnilingus for her. Well, not quite my best. She wasn't ready for that. But I was using more than a few of my better tricks, and she was on the brink of her third monster orgasm.
I made Mom wait while I finished Wendy off, which only took another two minutes or so. The prime minister dropped back to the floor, pulled her skirt down around her hips, gently kissed me on the cheek, and headed for the door without needing to be asked to give us some privacy. She and my mother exchanged brief greetings before she left.
Mom planted her hands on her hips. She wore a black evening gown, a pearl necklace, black leather gloves, diamond earrings, and nice heels. It was perfect for the visits she was still finishing up. Formal enough to command the respect due to an emissary of the king, revealing enough to draw attention to her best assets.
"I see you've finally found some time for recreational activities," Mom said.
I sighed as I settled into my plush executive office chair, gesturing for Mom to take a seat as well. "You know that's not it. It's not like I'm paying her a salary. If I want her to do a good job, I need to motivate her somehow. And the whole court will bene-"
Mom waved away the rest as she sat down. "She'd probably be happy enough to do it on a strictly voluntary basis, and I think you know that. But I'm not under the impression you're developing romantic feelings for the girl. In your head, there's something noble about making sure she's compensated to your satisfaction, whether that's necessary to ensure her loyalty or not." She sighed, but there was a hint of a smile there too. "He might call himself king these days, but in some ways, my sweet baby will never change."
I coughed into my fist to hide my blush.
