The Quantum Wanderer

I awaken in the vast master suite of our new manor, the morning light caressing the silk sheets like a gentle invitation. My mate sisters—Shandon, Aquamarine, Opal, and Ruby—and my devoted companions, Cecilia and Siratra, are already stirring around me. They've absorbed so much from their submission classes, their eyes filled with a quiet, eager reverence for me, KronosRJ, their guiding force. After I schooled that professor yesterday, Siratra's devotion has reached new heights, her scholarly mind obsessed with pleasing me. The room buzzes with their soft whispers and the scent of their arousal, each one referring to themselves as my “mate sisters” and addressing me with the respect I've earned.

Shandon, with her steady demeanor, is the first to speak, her voice soft and yielding. “My lord, we've been waiting for you to wake. Allow us to serve you this morning,” she says, her hands gently tracing the edge of the sheets over my hardening cock, her submission evident in the way she doesn't wait for permission. Ruby, radiating enthusiasm, kneels at the bed's edge, her breasts heaving as she murmurs, “My lord, please let me start by showing you how much we adore you.” Her fingers twitch with anticipation, already reaching out to touch me lightly. Opal, maintaining her dignified grace, bows her head and adds, “We live for your pleasure, my lord; tell us how to begin, and we'll obey.” Aquamarine, though shy, surprises me by whispering, “My lord, I... I want to make you feel good,” her cheeks flushing as she edges closer, her movements tentative but full of submissive intent. Even Cecilia, pouting as always, softens her tone, saying, “My villain, I suppose I'll join them... for your sake,” her legs parting slightly as she positions herself nearby, her body language screaming surrender despite her words. And Siratra, my nerdy demoness slave, is practically glowing with eagerness, her tail curling around my ankle as she breathes, “Master, after your wisdom yesterday, I'm yours to command in every way.”

They surround me, their hands and lips brushing against my skin in a chorus of worship. Ruby takes the lead, her submissiveness shining through as she leans in to kiss my thigh, her voice a pleading whisper, “My lord, may I taste you? I've learned so much about how to please you.” Shandon follows suit, her fingers interlacing with mine as she nuzzles against my chest, murmuring, “Your touch guides us, my lord; we're here to submit fully.” Opal caresses my arms with feathery strokes, her dignified poise masking a deeper hunger as she says, “Every part of me is yours, my lord; use us as you see fit.” Aquamarine, overcoming her shyness, presses her lips to my neck, her breath hot as she adds, “I want to be your devoted one, my lord,” her words laced with the promise of her dirtiest surprises. Cecilia, though still pouting, lets her hands wander to my abdomen, whispering, “If it's what you want, my villain, I'll yield to this.” Siratra, ever the scholar, kneels lowest, her eyes wide with adoration as she says, “Master, let us show you our gratitude; you're the god of knowledge to us.”

Their submission builds, creating an intoxicating atmosphere of devotion. Ruby's lips find my cock first, wrapping around it with gentle reverence, her mouth moving slowly as she moans, “Thank you for allowing this, my lord.” That's when I feel the shift—I take control, my voice firming as I grip her hair, guiding her deeper. “That's it, my eager one,” I command, my dominance emerging now that the sex has started, “Show me how well you've learned to submit.”

The room ignites with their eager responses. Shandon, submitting fully, moves to lick along my shaft, her tongue deliberate and worshipful. “Yes, my lord, like this?” she asks, her average enthusiasm blooming into total obedience. I respond by threading my fingers through her hair, directing her pace. “Deeper, Shandon; give yourself to it,” I order, my authority growing as I thrust lightly into her mouth. Opal, with her dignified submission, positions herself to kiss and suck my balls, her voice a soft plea, “Please, my lord, let me worship you here.” I cup her chin, tilting her face up as I assert, “Good girl, Opal; keep going until I say stop.”

Aquamarine, now fully unleashed in her submissiveness, joins Ruby, her tongue swirling around the base of my cock as she gasps, “My lord, I need to taste every inch of you.” Her dirty actions surprise them all, and I take charge, pulling her closer and whispering, “Prove your devotion, Aquamarine,” my commands fueling her boldness. Cecilia, yielding to the moment, leans in to kiss my thighs, her pouting gone as she murmurs, “My villain, I'll do whatever you ask.” I flip her onto her back playfully, my dominance escalating as I say, “Then open up for me, pet,” before guiding her mouth to join the others.

Siratra, the pinnacle of eager submission, waits her turn with bated breath until I beckon her. “Master, please,” she begs, her demonic energy pulsing as she takes me into her mouth, gagging softly but never stopping. As the pleasure builds, I command the group, “All of you, line up and offer yourselves.” They obey instantly, forming a circle around me, their cunts and asses presented in perfect submission. That's when I truly take over, thrusting into Ruby first, my movements controlled but unyielding. “You're mine to claim,” I growl, and she cries out, “Yes, my lord, take me completely!”

I move between them, my dominance in full force now. Shandon arches back as I enter her, whispering, “I'm yours, my lord; use me as you wish.” Opal submits gracefully, her body responding to my every touch. Aquamarine surprises with her filth, begging, “Fill me, my lord; I've been waiting for this.” Cecilia whimpers, “My villain, you're in control,” as I pound her. And Siratra, reaching her peak, screams, “God of knowledge, yes!” as I bring her to climax.

We end in a haze of satisfaction, their submissiveness rewarded by my guidance, embracing our new lifestyle fully.

We wash up, dress lightly, and go down for breakfast. We sit on the table, and we are eating, when I remember Opal’s request.

“Opal, what is the flight thing you want?”

“Flight? Oh, of course. You may not know, my lord, but it is part of tradition to have a…” She looked at the girls, and asked, “How do I translate <growl 1> to [common]?”

Shandon pitched in, “You could say flight accompanied by yours.”

“But that would be <growl 2>“.

“What about flight with everyone?” Ruby offered.

“That could be either <growl 3>, <growl 4> or <growl 5>.” Aquamarine replied.

Opal continued, “Well, [common] is kind of limited on this. It is a flight that is done to show recent ownership of a clan. After the clan is obtained, it is customary for the winner to fly with all his clans over the main clan-homes in Drakonia, as well as flying over the nursery.

“Since my lord doesn’t have a dragon form, my lord could ride me. Of course, we don’t intend on leaving Cecilia or Siratra behind, they are also sister mates.

“It generally ends on the dragon’s home, where it disperses. I imagine that since things are a little different than usual, we can do something a little different as well.”

That is giving me some headache. She had already mentioned the numbers, but just in case…

“Remind me again how many dragons we are talking about…?”

“223 elders, and around 4000 adults, my lord.”

“Do you have a specific formation for this?”

“Just the natural one, my lord.” She makes a V with her index and middle finger horizontally. Well, most birds end up flying in that manner, actually.

I wonder how people would react with this amount of dragons flying through the skies. Each elder is like a football field in length. Their wingspan is going to be twice that. The elders alone… Around 6 miles high V of dragons flying through the skies. More than most villages. And then there are the adults, that are around half that size, but there are 4000 thousand of them… Another 60 miles. I don’t think any city here is 60 miles long. That is the distance between some cities.

But something is weird. Something this big, in the skies, would probably be seen from almost anywhere in the continent. And part of the thing is in the nursery.

“Opal, when was the last time this flight happened?”

“Oh, that was at the time Malagar rose to be council dragon. Around 4 thousand years ago, I think. It was beautiful, even though he wasn’t my lord.”

“We have some details to think about. How long does the trip to Drakonia take for you guys?”

That would be a bad trip for Cecilia and Siratra. 100 miles per hour would be a kind of limit for them. And that would be pushing already, considering they would be kind of exposed. They could wear armor, though. That would make it better, but still, that’s a lot of wind to be on a saddle.

We also have to worry about the altitude we can go. Again, Cecilia and Siratra don’t have the magic to allow them to breath at higher altitudes. So I am guessing that our limit will be around small mountains, like we did on the flight we took.

We also have to let the humanoid races know. Though we could do that by notifying the guild, and the guild could distribute this information all over. They already have a Comm Gem network that they could use. I would also notify Rajesh, and he could let the demons know.

I hold this train of thought a little, and look at Opal. This is the first time I see her fidgeting, and looking down.

“Is this too much of an inconvenience, my lord?”

I go back on my chair a little, and gesture her to sit on my lap.

“We are going to need a little of planning, but if this is what you want, this is what you get.”

She starts kissing me all over, and ends up kissing me on the lips. Whatever makes my girls happy. The first thing I am going to need is something to write the stuff we are going to need. We have to let the guild upper echelon know, and get the amount of time needed for them to spread the information in the guild. Then we have to do the same with Rajesh. Then we have to check what speed and altitude both Cecilia and Siratra can actually go without it being uncomfortable. And, last but not least, we have to solve the flying over the sea thing. Perhaps even the flying over the big distances.

I am thinking about using the portals. The farther away, the easier it is to open the portal. So, as long as it is not too close, opening a 1000 feet wide one shouldn’t be too bad. I will probably want to visit those places beforehand, so that I can get the fine tuning to the location.

“Opal, if I open a portal large enough, would the dragons have issues going through it?”

“What do you mean, my lord?”

“I am thinking of using a portal instead of flying over the sea.”

Ruby got excited with the idea.

“That is going to be AWESOME! Let me try, please, please, my lord!”

“We will, but first… Would there be any issues?”

“Well, my lord, if they don’t fly the way you want, you can always cut the wings out, so that they learn to listen next time.” She says in a casual way, like she is talking about the weather.

Sometimes I forget how bloody this dragon culture can be. So the answer is, no issues. Let’s get this party started.

I ring the bell that calls for Rudolph, and wait a couple of minutes. He comes from the kitchen.

“Did you call, sir?”

“Yes. I will be visiting Edward, there is some other thing that I want to talk to him. I am going to invite him and Anthon to the function, I will tell you how this went, so that we can prepare. How long do you need to prepare a party?”

“Sir, it depends on the kind of function you want. If we have to decorate the halls, and do a proper ball, we need 3 weeks. If it is just a large dinner, a week that is going to involve selecting menu, procuring food. If the number of people you invite is not large, say another 40 people, we can do with little to no warning. It would not be too large an amount of food than what we already prepare daily. Provided, sir, that those 40 are not… Exceptional.” And he looks at the dragonesses.

Cecilia’s eyes are wide open. I can see that she just received a bolt of happiness.

“Can we have balls?”

“Yes, madam. That is part of what is expected from a noble. Though I don’t really know sir’s position…”

“He is council dragon.” Opal informs.

“Of course, madam.”

I don’t think Rudolph actually knows what that means, but I think that he is not really concerned. Or he thinks he is not supposed to ask questions. Or both.

We put on our shoes, and we start going out. First stop, Edward’s. This is a short walk. We leave the house, walk through the front garden. It is really beautiful in the morning. Muninn and Huginn get to my shoulder, as always.

We cross our gate, where the guards are stiff when they notice us. We cross the street, and then meet the guards that are standing by the gate in front. They send a guard towards the house before we can even start talking.

“Hi, I was wondering when the Duke would have some half an hour to talk about a little thing.”

“He is already being notified, please wait just a minute, sir.”

The guard that went to the manor gestures from the door, and again we get in. Yup, the flower clock is fantastic, although I think that Cecilia and Siratra actually enjoy the other side more.

We are taken to the living room, and we wait for him. After a couple of minutes, he appears on the top of stairs, and comes down. It is very similar to our own manor, actually.

“Helo, good morning. How can I help? Does it involve dragon meat?” And he gives a chuckle, still coming down.

“Actually, it does. Rudolph told me that there is this custom of doing an open house. I am not into trying to impress nobles I don’t know, but, I thought of inviting you and Anthon for a dinner. You apparently guessed it.”

“Oh, I was actually joking, but I won’t ever refuse that.”

“I will just need to know the amount of people that would be coming, so that we have the food prepared.”

“How many people do you want? These things generally go the other way around.”

“Well, at least you and your family, right? Would Anthon like to join? I am not doing anything big or proper, if you catch my meaning.”

“I am sure that feeling pressured into eating some more dragon meat is going to make him so sad…” He giggled. “Yes, he will probably come.”

“Sure. And… How many people would you want to invite? I mean, I would be expecting Anthon’s family as well, but I don’t know how much people. And you guys might have some closer friends. But please, I don’t want to make this a court thing. It’s supposed to be an informal dinner with friends.”

“Sure. I will ask my butler to check out with Anthon’s on the agenda, and we will let you know.”

“Now, there is something that I want to run by you. Can we go to a more secluded place?”

“Sure, let’s go to my study.”

We follow him. I am paying attention the way the manor is decorated. The duality of the things a woman placed to the things that he probably placed is so clear that it is almost funny. We enter his study, and sit on the sofa there.

“So, how can I help?”

“Actually, there are a couple of subjects. The first one is understanding the costs around the manor. How much does the manor cost? How much does it cost to keep it working?”

“Well, the coin for that is coming from the Empire and the Guild. So, to you, nothing.”

“What is the Empire expecting with this?”

“Friendship. I don’t really expect a bandit problem around this neighborhood, of course, but your presence here improves safety. It is my investment on making my real estate more valuable.” He giggles.

“I don’t have to worry about bandits, but I have to worry about assassins, another country invading, stuff like that. The level of threat is just different, but we know that threats exist. Your presence here makes us feel safer.

“And part of my job is understanding people. I know that as long as I am not an asshole, we should be good. Of course, no one likes to put the asshole tag on the chest, but I really try not to be one. Just like Anthon. And given the satisfaction we see in our people, I would think he is also doing a good job in that aspect.

“So, basically, you are already paying us back. Don’t worry about it. Just let us know if there is something you need. I cannot make promises, but we will try to accommodate.”

I thought about all that. I could see Opal nodding and kind of approving it. Shandon is also paying attention, and the other girls are just a little distracted.

“So, how can I help you?”

“Well, now there is the second matter. It’s not a big deal, but… Well, I told Opal that we were going to do something that she requested, and she said she wants this flight.”

“Ok, what do you mean?”

“Basically, I am going to fly on her, we have saddles for that, she is going to be in her dragon form. And we are going to be followed by some dragons. She said that it is a dragon custom after one gets a clan, and I haven’t done that yet. I wanted to inform the guild, so that the guild can spread the information, so that people don’t phreak out. Specially, don’t try to attack. It is just going to be a fly-by.”

“A dragon fly-by… Okayyy… How many dragons are we talking?”

“About half?”

“I’m sorry, my lord, but more than half. Please remember that you have the most votes in the council.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“Can I have a number…?”

“Opal?”

Cecilia jumps in the question.

“About a little over a couple hundred… We don’t know the exact numbers.”

I see that she made a subtle gesture to Opal, that kept her mouth shut. Apparently, those two are working together now. Should I be worried?

Edward gets up, and goes to the drink cabinet. It feels a little early to drink, but to each his own.

“So… A fly-by… Of dragons… After one gets a clan… Isn’t this a parade of conquest?”

“Yes! That’s what I was trying to find. Flight for parade of conquest! Thank you, Edward.” Opal seemed unusually excited.

“Suuree… And you are coming here so that we can tell people, so that they don’t, in your words, phreak out.”

“Yes, basically.”

He is laughing. This is not what I expected, but no problem.

“Can we try to explain with any story in particular? Sometimes spinning a tale can help people to keep calm.”

“Sure, you can tell them whatever you want. Just tell them to refrain from attacking. I mean, that would not be smart.”

He laughed.

“How long would you need to spread the information?”

“We are going to need one week to prepare the guilds, and another to spread the information to more remote zones. I actually appreciate this, thank you.”

“No problem. Oh, by the way, I know that you were joking about the dragon meat thing when you were coming down the stairs. But if you ever want to come over for dinner, you can just visit us. You, Addrianna, Caius and Sophia will always be welcome to our table. Sophia can pet Muninn if they both want it. He generally does.”

“And when he doesn’t?”

“He gets out of reach.”

“That is surprisingly fair.”

“We try. Anyway, we have to get going, we have to also plan this flight thing.”

“Sure.”

Edward accompanies us to the door, and we go back to our manor. I am kind of relieved that we don’t really have to pay for this, it must be a very high amount of coin. And the girls liked it here. If I can provide them with something they enjoy, I will. So I remembered what Leopold had told me, that there were no additional expectations. Knowing this was a bit relaxing, actually.

We go to the bedroom, I have to get in touch with Rajesh, and I do that through the Comm Gem. I kind of invite ourselves over, so that we can talk about the parade. We portal to the room we always use.

“Helo, my friend, how are you?”

“I am very well, thank you. What about you guys?”

“We are well. I have a general that is now shadowing the Marshal Sidhu. Sidhu wants to dedicate himself to the church, so he is helping me train his replacement.”

“Good for him…”

This whole thing of there being a church around me is really weird. I don’t know how I feel about that. I am not a god. I can’t grant wishes. The only wish I can grant is some knowledge of the stuff I know because of college or, right now, killing something. If some person tells me that they want this girl to only have eyes for them, the only way I have to do that is by killing everyone else. Not quite a thing I would do.

“Anyway, I came here because I would like to let you in on something.”

“Yes, my friend?”

“Well, we kind of have decided to do a parade… Opal here asked for it, and we are kind of doing that.”

“Do you want to it here in the Capital? It would be my honor.”

“Errr… No, it is a flying parade. A dragons flying parade.”

…

…

“What?”

“There is this custom, when a clan is won, to have a flight for parade of conquest, among dragons. I got a clan, but I did not do that. Opal asked for it, and I think that it makes sense to give her that, considering everything…”

“Do you want to do it here…?”

“Not really, it is going to be all over. It will start in another continent, then come to this continent, and then do a fly-by. The girls are going to be in the front, followed by some dragons of the clans. But don’t worry, no damage will come from it, it is just a fly-by.”

“Clans? Plural? How many dragons are we talking about?”

I followed Cecilia’s tip from the last meeting.

“A little more than a couple hundred.”

“A… couple… hundred…?”

He stood up, very stiff, and went to the liquor cabinet. He got himself a glass, and gulped as if it were water.

He looked out the balcony, contemplating something. He spent some time like that. I could almost hear the cogs running in his head.

“Friend, your… Girl, mate, Opal was the one that requested this, right?”

“Correct.”

“Do you mind if I talk to her a little bit?”

“Not at all.”

“Madam Opal, can you please come here to the balcony?”

She looked at me, and I gestured her that she could go, of course. They start speaking in [demonic], in a quiet tone.

I just got myself some of that wonderful liquor. I look, he is pointing somewhere. She shakes her head, she points somewhere. It kind of reminds me a little of the time Cecilia negotiated her flight with Shandon.

I am chit-chatting with the girls while this kind of negotiation takes place. We are all enjoying the fruity liquor.

After sometime, they finally come back from the balcony. Both seem happy with whatever they talked.

“Thank you, Opal, and thank you friend.”

“Sure…? By the way, how long do you need to let people know about the parade, so that they don’t phreak out?”

“I am going to need six weeks.”

“So, what day is today? Today is eighth of month five, right? What about we do it on the first day of month seven? That is going to give you a little more time to prepare. If you need six weeks, you could probably use some additional ones. And that way we have a round date.”

The months here are exactly 35 days long, or five weeks. They have ten months a year, so the year has 350 days. I don’t know how accurate their calendar is, I never stopped to think about that before.

“That would be absolutely perfect, my friend! Thank you very much.”

We portal back to our home. I am also going to need a couple of days to prepare the dragons for this. But we don’t have to do everything today.

We will continue tomorrow.