Noble Interference: Diverging Paths

Alistair woke up groggily from his rest, currently lying on Regina's large bed, but she was nowhere to be seen. Honestly unable to remember what happened in the later hours of the night, I wondered if he did something embarrassing. However, seeing the many kiss marks on his body, I decided against this.

"Mmmm I should probably head to training soon."

He left a written note, thanking Regina for the evening, before he left the room with a cheerful feeling in his steps.

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Regina sat inside her private office, looking at several documents from various noblewomen wanting various things from her. But it was mostly for the chance to try Alistair and his rumoured amazing members. "It seems those fucking girls at the academy have spread his rumours really far, huh!"

"Haaaah!"

However, the worst letters were the ones seeking his participation in their next skirmish with the eastern kingdom of Belek. Regina knew he could fight well now; after all, it'd been over a month of intense training. After each meal, she would drug his food and use hypnosis at the end of each week, making him start over.

"That's probably why he went so berserk, almost raping Ar's on the spot..."

"I'll reflect on my decision later; it's made him far stronger and more efficient. The ends justify the means!"

Regina then began to think of future plans. If she sent him to Belek, he'd likely change forever, their intense hatred of all things non-human and their idea that males are to be used as common tools for women's pleasure and the birth of new witches.

"Please don't hate me..."

"This is for your own growth and for you to accept us all as your own women. "

"Our race is running out of time; they will find traces of us soon!"

She placed her seal on the letter from the east, confirming that he'd be joining the battle with a squad of her mercenary units. Thankfully, this noble was a long-time friend of Regina, knowing she would only have sex with him a few times out of curiosity and wouldn't chain him in some secret dungeon somewhere forever.

"Stay strong, Alistair."

Regina stroked the slightly faint tattoo that was forming on her womb, similar to Ar Magna's. Her sign of eternal loyalty toward her spiritual brother.

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The final week passed by relatively quickly, and Alistair felt he'd learned many things. Not only from the training, but with how many of the succubus he'd slept with and turned into his many pawns. Only Ar's became a special unit; the others seemed to fall under her control, currently numbering 20. also being the girls who'd accompany him to the east for his new mission.

"Regina seemed worried about what I would see, but these past two weeks seem to have removed many of my attachments to my previous world."

Alistair wasn't entirely wrong. During the two months he'd spent training with the girls and having sex with most of them at least twice, he'd stopped being linked to his previous life on earth, now slowly begging to accept himself as a member of this world, wanting to remain here, even if there was a deep darkness inside him that slowly ate away at his compassion and kindness.

"Mmmm, to think I've not seen Mera in so long. I'm really missing her and her cooking, even if I cannot taste her meals anymore..."

With a slight sense of loss, his face looked saddened. However, he could be sure that a woman of endless effort and persistence would find a way for him to taste again. Although he was worried it would involve some dark magic and taboo,

"If she really goes that far for me, I'll definitely marry her first before any of the other women I meet."

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Wife POV

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Currently, Mera was extremely worried and stressed, sending countless letters of outrage and anger to Instructor Regina. Some are explicit, while others accuse her of keeping her husband locked up solely for her sexual pleasure!

"Hmph! I think I will just let you take my man, stupid old woman!"

From the days without Alistair, she had begun making plans to travel together, if he was willing. Now that she had finally attained the ability to use mana, she wanted to return to her birthplace to accept her right as the demon princess, hoping to become strong enough to always support Alistair.

There was no other driving force. Those old bastards tossed her aside due to her faulty mana core. She was hoping to meet her kind mother, but she was really worried her mother would try to tempt Alistair, as she was the only woman who could easily beat her with looks and her seductive figure.

"I hope mom doesn't find out about Alistair before we have a child at least!"

Squeak!

Mera plopped herself onto her bed. The room was now like a bomb had hit as she was preparing to leave for her hometown. Many of her old outfits were packed, mostly prim and proper. There was hardly any exposure, hoping those people didn't make any plans to marry her off to another ageing demon male on his last legs to "continue the bloodline."

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Celia POV

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There was currently only one person inside the training room, her body flashing from dummy to dummy inflicting multiple slashes with her wooden swords. The absence of Alistair hit her the hardest, as she had felt a hidden disgust and anger from within his link towards her after using that method.

She didn't understand; her father and mother were now extremely close and happy. Maybe Celia had made the right choice, believing all males would react the same. From the moment he left, she stayed inside the training rooms and battle arena, hoping to hone herself and find the answer.

"I'm sorry Alistair, I'll make it up to you. I sweat!"

Celia wiped the beads of sweat from her brow with her silver ears twitching. She had heard recently of conflict at the eastern border. There was a free sign up for the witches to gain combat experience. She decided today that she'd give it a try.

"This emptiness... only you can fill it."

She peered into the distance with a despondent hand over her chest, no matter how much she regretted or called out. His voice never answered her calls.

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Luna POV

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Inside an elegant tea room, several ladies were chattering together. The lady sat in the head seat was, of course, the girl with beautiful drill pigtails, which seemed even larger than before, Luna Melcior.

Since the moment she swallowed his delicious seed, not only did her weak elemental control improve rapidly, but her base mana increased drastically, roughly a few points per load she gulped down.

"I need to see him again. My only chance of succeeding with the Melcior name and house rests on his head!"

From after she tasted Alistair, she had fooled herself with words like these, when in fact her body was scorching in pain as it yearned to taste him again, gradually changing her opinion of him from one of vehement hatred to one of faint longing.

"I wonder how Celia is doing... Maybe we can train together and head to Belek to improve."

After her defeat, she stopped insulting Celia for being a beastkin. Over the past two months, the pair had trained together several times, and because Celia could smell Alistair's scent from deep inside her, one day she started to subconsciously forgive and accept Luna, as the pair faced their own trials and sought after Alistair desperately.

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Meanwhile, Alistair was currently half covered in naked female bodies, which all belonged to the succubus unit he had pilfered as they rested in a moderately large inn. Because he accepted eating a meal with the owner, they could stay here at a reduced cost.

"That woman was really sexy..."

His mind thought back to the woman in her mid thirties who knew what she was doing by slowly getting him and the girls drunk before inviting them all back to her personal penthouse suite on the top floor, with a bed big enough for nearly 12 people to sleep comfortably.

"Wow, it was a pretty crazy night, huh?"

Alistair could see more pussy than a porn site front page currently, as bodies just lay half unconscious on the bed, along with Ar, who was currently on the floor completely dead to the world with her ass filled with drying sticky fluids rising into the air.

Knock!

With a light knock on the door, the beautiful owner walked in with her sensual voluptuous rear swaying as she held a trolley holding a large vat of steaming hot water and several cups of tea.

"Ah, you're awake, dear Alistair.""

Would you like to sample my special breakfast?"

Diana gave a playful wink, lifting up her dress to reveal her furry cavern still glistening with the dew from the morning, both enticing and vulgar.

"Behave! There are still three days before we leave!"

Almost succumbing to his desire, Alistair chose to drink a cup of hot tea, savouring its slightly sweet taste and enjoying the citrus fragrance, while Diana rested her head gently on his shoulder.

Her luscious thick lips opened slightly as her siren-like voice entered his ears, always attempting to entice him onto the path leading inside her cavern, she a woman with low mana was more of a witch than even Regina.

However, he was resolute this time, only listening to her words and not jumping into bed for round four.

"I hope you could leave me with a reminder before you go, Alistair."

"As you can understand, I am reaching the limits, with no successors."

Alistair listened to her words. He knew their meaning and gave a subtle nod. Deciding to leave it to fate, he would no longer use the contraceptive magic when copulating with her like beasts, his tail gently swaying with a hidden excitement and desire to conquer her entire body.

He slowly paced towards the window. Even from here, the dark and dull scenery from the battles occurring constantly ruined the once beautiful small town of Meldur.

"I have a foreboding feeling."

"Something bad is going to happen when I leave for the battlefield..."